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I’m trying to think of plot ideas for a Halloween Poolverine fic.
I originally had in my head that Logan and Wade go to the X Mansion on Halloween for a costume party. Wade is dressed as a witch and Logan as a cat (Wade’s familiar).
Wade feels like his costume is incomplete without a spell book so he goes nosing around the library and finds an actual spell book. He reads an incantation and vanishes.
Logan is freaking out about it and Colossus is trying to calm him down and says maybe his sister Magik knows who can help him.
I’m not sure exactly what the rest should be. Should Logan have until midnight to complete some trials to save Wade? Maybe the incantation was like a “Proof of Love” spell where Logan has to prove he loves Wade, idk.
Does this sound like an interesting concept to anyone? Lol
Logan cracked open his eyes, irritated. It had taken him so long to get to sleep the night prior, and here was Wade, jumping up and down on the mattress, not even worried in the slightest that the Wolverine might wake up pissed and stabby.
He pulled the covers back over his head.
“Oh no you don’t.” Said Wade, pulling at the blanket.
Logan pulled back. Wade yanked harder. When he heard the telltale sign of threads ripping, Logan let go, which sent Wade flying into the drywall.
“You two morons are fixing that!!” Al screamed from another room.
With a groan, Logan pushed himself up into a sitting position. His hair was pressed flat on the side he had slept on.
“What the fuck are you going on about?”
Wade pulled himself out of the Deadpool-shaped hole in the wall and brushed the dust off his arms.
“Uh, only the best, most awesome month of the year?” He said as if the other man should have known instinctively. “October? Breathtaking foliage? Crisp Autumn air? Delicious apple cider?”
Logan gave him a blank look, until Wade added “spiked cider, in your case?”
“Now that I can get behind.”
“Yeah, I wish you’d get behind,” Wade mumbled.
“What was that?” Logan said, as if he didn’t hear everything in a twelve mile radius.
“Nothing!” Wade ran over and threw open the closet. “Which sweater do you want to wear pookie? Let’s see theres this one that says ‘I never skip leg day’ with a picture of a turkey dinner on it… this one of George Costanza saying ‘I’m shifting into Soup Mode,’ haha, classic… oh this one that says ‘DILF: Damn I love Fall,’ and who could forget the one that says ‘It’s Autumn baby, let’s bone in the Waffle House bathroom!’”
“… you’re fucking with me you do not have that on a sweater.” Logan said, still sitting on the bed.
“Ok the last one I made up but the other ones are real,” Wade said with a grin.
“Can’t I just wear my flannel?” Logan was already resigned to whatever the hell Wade had planned.
“Well you do make a sexy Lumberjack, all the tumblr reblog girlies know,” he looked in a certain direction and winked.
Logan sighed.
———
As Logan, Wade and Mary Puppins walked through the North Woods of Central Park, Logan had to admit that Wade’s excitement may have been well placed.
The trees were mid transition from their brilliant greens into the deep shades of red and orange that Autumn always promised. The red maples and scarlet oaks looked old and wizened, despite the fact that they were probably younger than he was.
Logan had an inkling that he had been here at its creation but the gaps in his memories were too great to know for sure. The artificial woods almost reminded him of a time he lived with someone, an attempt at a normal life, the splitting of wood… he shook the thoughts from his head. It was no use dwelling on those foggy thoughts. They never stayed with him.
As Wade rambled on about some movie he saw recently about a clown or something, Logan found himself staring. He watched the movement of Wade’s lips as he spoke, the way his brow moved with emphasis, how the daylight shone through his eyelashes almost illuminating them. He suddenly felt like he never wanted to forget this moment, never wanted it taken from him like so many memories of the past.
He reached out and held Wade’s hand.
Wade smiled as they continued to walk, and a single maple leaf drifted down from above.
Ok here we go. My first poolverine idea. So it’s simple you have Alpha Worst!Logan who is known as a monstrous alpha no sane omega dared to be with for more than a night in his universe(even before the x-men were killed) and Omega Wade who lost his looks after everything with Francis and smells like death enough that no worthy alpha spares him a glance for more than a night. That’s background, the scene I’m specifically picturing is Logan being unable to take not saying anything about his feelings for Wade anymore and presenting Wade with a courtship gift(Logan’s dog tags because I love that idea); I don’t know who is more surprised Wade(because who would a beauty who is no longer beautiful) that Logan wants to court him(ie wants him as a mate) or Logan(because who wants a beast that will never become a prince) when Wade doesn’t hesitate(after being sure Logan is serious) to accept(putting the dog tags around his neck immediately).
Here you go! It’s a little longer than I anticipated but I got a little carried away. I also posted it on my AO3. I hope you like it!!
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“C’mon. You can do this.” Logan whispered under his breath to the reflection of himself in the water-spotted mirror of his bathroom. The bathroom was sparsely decorated, much like the rest of his apartment which he had acquired shortly after Wade had asked him to come home with him.
It wasn’t that Wade and Al’s apartment was too small or that Logan wanted more (in fact the apartment he had chosen was much smaller than Wade’s despite having been given more than enough money to survive on by the TVA) but rather that it made him too close to the merc for comfort.
Wade had delightfully informed him that due to the apartment’s cramped size he would have to share the sofa bed with him. Which at first sounded fine; he had shared many a bed with people before in hostels, barracks, etc.
This was different.
That first night, Wade had bound out of the bathroom in his My Melody pajamas, a plump unicorn plush tucked cutely under his arm.
“Are you ready for the most fun sleepover ever? I went out and got so many snacks. There’s mini Reese’s cups, Sour Patch Kids… I even found a box of Jujubes waaaay back in one of the cupboards that I THINK is from the 80’s but come on, they’ve got so much preservatives we’ll probably be fine… plus our teeth grow back if we break them anyway so—“
“I’d rather just get some sleep, Wade. We kind of had a long day remember?” Logan was wearing an oversized shirt that said “Obi-Wan ComeBoneMe” that he had graciously borrowed from the other man, as well as some heart patterned boxers.
“Yeah, ok. I am pretty tired.” Wade said, obviously not very tired, as he plopped down next to Logan.
Logan gave him a sort of half-smile.
“Goodnight, Wade.”
“Night, Peanut.”
Wade reached over and turned off the table lamp. Logan waited for the inevitable yapping to start… but it never came. Despite being seemingly full of energy mere minutes prior, Wade fell asleep quickly. He was drooling.
Sleep never came easy for Logan, however. He stared at the dark ceiling, his mind racing, going over every detail of the past few days, back to the day Wade found him, plastered in that bar, wishing he could die.
He thought of Scott, of Jean. The people he let down. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes and his breath quickened a bit. A familiar feeling.
As he gripped the sheets beneath him, waiting for the panic to set in, Wade moved in his sleep. His arm went over Logan and he cuddled his face into his neck. He was mumbling something about a taco truck.
Logan went stiff. His heart was racing, yet a strange calm washed over him, almost like an ecstasy. It was Wade’s scent. They had been close like this before, many times… but there had been too many distractions: blood, adrenaline, his own anger. Here in the quiet of the night, it was amplified.
Wade’s scent was uniquely his own. There were layers to it, like a designer perfume. The most prevalent smell, which is what most alphas would abhor, was death. A sickly sweet warning provided by the cancer that ravaged his body, the cancer that his healing factor kept at bay.
Logan, however, had a nose that was far more keen. And as he lie there, just slowly breathing in and out, the base layer became more prevalent. This was Wade’s original scent: his omega flavor.
It somewhat startled Logan that he hadn’t noticed this before. Wade was an omega. How could he have not sensed it? Of course no one else did either, it seemed… maybe it was the fact that his smell of decay was too strong for the average alpha to scent… maybe it was just that Wade’s power to annoy and piss people off was so distracting that even if someone did get a whiff they thought it couldn’t be true. But it was.
And it was intoxicating.
In the morning that followed, Logan awoke to Wade nudging his nose into Logan’s neck.
“Mornin,’” he said, his voice full of sleep, as he sat up and stretched. “Guess I really was too tired, I don’t even remember falling asleep. How’d you sleep, pumpkin?”
“….great,” Logan said, surprised by his answer. He really did.
Wade rambled on about breakfast and how he had to take Mary Puppins out for a walk, but the rest of the conversation sort of became noise to Logan. He was unable to process anything. All he could think was…
It was dangerous.
He was dangerous.
He was reminded of all the people he had loved in the past. How he always ended up (either physically or emotionally) hurting them.
And so that day, he had left.
It wasnt too hard to find an apartment. People in this world thought he was the other Logan- the brave, selfless Logan. So someone cut him a deal on a tiny apartment that was about a twenty minute walk from Wade’s.
At first he hadn’t thought to really buy any furniture. He thought that just sleeping on a mattress on the floor was enough. But when Wade had invited himself over the following day and said “damn bitch, you live like this?” He decided to get a couch.
Then a few days after that, Wade had showed up with a bunch of food. He tried to protest but the other man had already bodied himself through the door, Mary Puppins in tow.
They ate together on the couch and watched YouTube videos on Wade’s phone. He didn’t know what a “Minecraft Let’s Play” was but it didn’t really matter. The next day, he found a cheap dinner table with two chairs on Craigslist.
And so it continued. Wade would visit every day, with a big smile on his face and dinner in a bag. And every night he’d go home, but his scent lingered. Logan found that he would sleep on the couch instead of his floor mattress because it was where Wade had been sitting all night.
It was strange to not have night terrors.
It was even stranger that Wade, an omega, had been leaving his scent on everything and yet it hadn’t drove Logan crazy. The past had been so predictable: an omega would leave their scent as invitation for a rough night from a rough man. Most got more than they bargained for. None ever stayed.
Before he knew it, months had passed. His apartment was still barebones by most people’s standards but he had the essentials. Mostly thanks to Laura.
“Thanks again for helping me figure this thing out,” he said, tossing his smartphone on the table. It was a Saturday, which was usually the day they spent time together.
“Well you did say the phones in your universe were different.” Laura said, after swallowing a mouthful of Corn Flakes.
“Yeah they were like little bricks and the screens were like green and black. But you couldn’t break em if you tried.”
“So when are you gonna tell him?” She said with her mouth full.
“Tell who what?” Logan’s brow furrowed as he emerged from the fridge with a cold beer.
“Wade.” Chew chew.
“Okay. And what am I telling him?” He asked before cracking the can open and throwing it back.
“That you want him to be your mate.” Chew.
Logan inhaled, choking on liquid. He doubled over, sputtering.
“Cmon,” Laura said. “Don’t lie to me. I can smell it on you. I can smell him everywhere. Scent doesn’t lie.”
And so here he was. It had been about two weeks since she had brought it up and it took him three days to accept it. Three days of Wade coming over and Logan finally noticing how his heart swelled whenever he looked at him, how he felt less annoyed by his constant jokes, how his flirting made a heat rise up in his chest.
The rest of the time was him building up the courage to confess.
“God.” Logan looked down at his left hand which was balled into a fist, a long ball chain hanging down from it. Slowly his fist opened and he stared at the metallic tags that bore his name.
“Cmon. You’re not a teenager. This ain’t prom. Just do it.” he started to walk towards the door, but stopped, feeling a wave of nausea. I can’t. He won’t want you. He flirts with everyone. It doesn’t mean anything.
Just as he started to turn around, a voice came from the other side of the door.
“Wolvy? Did you fall in or something?” There was a knock. “I didn’t bring my water wings I don’t know if I’ll be able to fish you —“
Logan opened the door.
“—out. Oh good you’re ok.” There was Wade, grinning at him like an idiot. A stupid, adorable, lovable moron. Logan suppressed the urge to hug him to his chest.
“Sorry.” He said, pushing past the other, as if he were going to the dinner table. It was covered with white Chinese food boxes. “Don’t you think you went a little overboard? There’s enough here for ten people.”
“Yeah sorry. But the lady that runs that place threatened to poison me if I didn’t get one of everything cuz her restaurant is close to going bankrupt and she had this huge knife—“
Logan had stepped up to Wade and covered his mouth with a hand.
Only moments ago, he had thought “it’s now or never” but now that Wade was shut up the silence felt smothering. Logan lowered his hand.
“I…. Uh….” God his throat was dry. Why was it so hot in there?
Wade looked bewildered, his beautiful mouth slightly agape, and Logan couldn’t help but think about how kissable his lips were.
“So I uh… been thinking…” he started, cursing himself for rambling. Shouldn’t this be romantic? Why was he so shit with words when it mattered?
“That uh… maybe you could wear these.” He held up his hand, palm up, almost showcasing the tags. “For me.”
Wade’s eyes had been glued to Logan’s face as he talked. He slowly lowered them, until they rested on the glinting metal.
“…..your…. Those are your tags.” He said, his voice uncharacteristically small.
“Yeah.”
“But that would…. mean…”
“Yeah.”
Logan couldn’t tell what sort of expression Wade had on. He was staring blankly at the tags, before he looked up and locked eyes with him.
“That’s not funny.” Wade said, his eyes glassy, as though he were holding back tears.
“What- what do you mean funny? I’m being serious.” Logan said.
“Right. Mr Most-Handsome-Man-in-the-Universe, courting Pizza the Hutt.”
Logan didn’t know that reference. “Huh??”
“Hello??” Wade waved his hand over his own face. “Freddy Krueger’s Ball Sack? The Mince Meat Special? Arby’s Beef and Cheddar?!” A small tear has snuck its way down his face.
Logan couldn’t believe it. He had been so obsessed with the thought that Wade would reject him for being, well, the worst Wolverine, he didn’t plan for this scenario.
“You’re not ugly.” He stated, factually. It was starting to make him mad, the way Wade was talking about himself.
“Okay, now I know you’re going senile. We’re gonna have to get you some glasses grandpa, because I literally make babies cry. I am so ugly that—“
“Shut up.” Logan growled, before taking a step forward and pressing his lips to Wade’s. When Wade didn’t kiss back, he pulled away.
Had he made a mistake? Of course he had. Why would Wade want a failure like him? He couldn’t even get his feelings across right.
Logan felt shame. He swallowed, ready to apologize.
“You’re… serious? You want me?” Wade asked, his voice small again.
Logan couldn’t find his voice. He just nodded once.
A grin slowly spread across Wade’s face. He leaned forward, bowing his head. Logan almost forgot to breathe as he shakily unclasped the ball chain and placed it around Wade’s neck, securing it behind him.
When Logan let go, Wade stood up straight, Logan’s dog tags around his neck.
“Well? How do I look?” Wade asked, his grin never faltering.
“Beautiful.” Logan answered. And he was. Beautiful. His.
“Oooh does this mean we’re gonna bump uglies now?!”
So insane about the fact that the Deadpool steelbook had a bunch of Logans and the Wolverine one has a bunch of Deadpools, but they are standing next to each other anyways
I mean look at them.
Also I think it's funny how you don't see any dradpool more than twice but then there is mafia logan chilling there 4 times, we see you Wade
