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Logan should know by now that Wade never shuts up - even in his sleep. For the third time this week, Logan stirred awake to the sound of Wade mumbling. Gritting his teeth, he rolled onto his side, debating whether to smother Wade with with a pillow or maybe shove him out of the bed. Every time, Wade woke him up muttering about chimichangas or Thor, Logan questioned why he even shared a bed with the mercenary. But deep down, he knew why —he just couldn’t admit it out loud.

Wade had saved Logan from his hellhole of a universe—a place Logan had all but destroyed in the wake of his own rage. He dragged Logan into his own chaotic one, giving him a second chance he knew he didn’t deserve. But Wade didn’t care. He wasn’t fazed by Logan’s violent tendencies — hell he even encouraged them in ways that would make the X-Men recoil in horror.

Wade gave Logan somewhere to call home, even if that home was a crackhouse shared with a blind old lady, an ugly dog and an annoying mercenary. For months now, Logan had been stuck here sharing a shabby pullout bed with Wade. And yet, Logan found himself not wanting to leave.

There was a strange comfort in it— having Wade nearby. Logan could always feel Wade’s warmth, always had the option of being able to reach out and find him close — if he ever had the guts to anyway. Wade’s presence even kept Logan’s own nightmares at bay.

Most of the time anyway.

Sometimes Logan would wake up with a gasp, his claws slick with blood, buried deep into Wade’s side. But Wade never flinched, never pushed him away. Instead, Wade would murmur soft reassurances, his hands carding uncharacteristically gently through Logan’s hair, holding him close until they both fell back into a comfortable sleep.

In the mornings, they’d wake up tangled in each other’s arms. Neither of them ever said a word about it, not even Wade, who usually couldn’t resist making a quip about anything. They’d just untangle themselves, wordlessly pulling away, and go about their day as though nothing had happened.

Surprisingly enough, Logan didn’t usually mind Wade. Most of the time, anyway. Right now though, he was just annoyed. Wade was interrupting his sleep. Again.

Wade let out another mumble, too low for Logan to make out, and Logan let out a low growl of frustration, pondering if to wake him with a sharp jab of his claws or just shove him off the bed entirely.

Before he could decide, Wade shifted in his sleep, rolling onto his side to face Logan. But instead of his usual nonsense, a soft whimper escaped his lips. It wasn’t the playful, dream-induced whimper Logan was used to occasionally hearing from Wade on certain nights — the kind that left Logan feeling a lot hotter than he’d like to admit and sometimes resulted in Logan escaping to the bathroom to cool down. This one sounded different. More vulnerable. A whimper of distress.

Logan froze, unsure if he had heard correctly. But then Wade shifted again, his face twisting as his eyes clenched tighter and this time a mumbled “no” slipped from his mouth.

Logan's brows furrowed in concern as he propped himself on one elbow, staring down at Wade’s tense expression. He couldn’t just lie there and ignore it, not when Wade had always been the one to help him through his own nightmares.

Now that Logan thought about it, he realised he’d never seen Wade have a nightmare before. But maybe Wade had — maybe he’d been hiding them all along — and Logan just hadn’t noticed. Logan had heard enough about Wade’s past from cryptic self-deprecating jokes to know it was rough enough for nightmares to thrive on.

“Wade,” he whispered harshly, hoping to snap him out of whatever nightmare he was trapped in. But Wade didn’t stir; instead, his tossing and turning became more frantic, his distress growing.

“Wade,” Logan repeated, this time louder, reaching out to gently shake him awake, but this was obviously the wrong move.

As soon as Logan’s hand made contact with Wade’s arm, Wade jolted awake with a sharp gasp. His eyes flew open as he shot up in bed, swinging wildly at Logan in a blind panic.

“Hey, hey—it’s me. Calm down,” Logan said, attempting to calm down Wade.

But Wade didn’t hear him. His breathing was harshed and ragged, his movements frantic as he attempted to fight Logan. Logan caught each clumsy throw, focusing on defence in order to keep Wade from hurting either of them and not make the panic worse.

“You’re fine Wade, you’re safe,” Logan murmured.

He grabbed Wade’s wrists, holding them firmly to stop the wild punches, but Wade wasn’t done. He lashed out with his legs, landing a sharp kick that caught Logan off guard. Pain bloomed across Logan’s cheek as he instinctively let go, the force of the blow sending Wade tumbling off the bed, crashing onto the floor with a harsh thud.

“Damn it, Wade,” Logan hissed out, scrambling off the bed and down after him.

Strategically, he manoeuvred himself to land on top of Wade, straddling his hips to pin him down. He seized Wade’s wrists again, forcing them to his sides, but Wade still struggled weakly, refusing to yield even now.

“You’re alright Wade, you’re okay,” Logan reassured, “You’re at the apartment, in our bedroom.”

Gradually, Wade’s struggling slowed down underneath him, his wild gaze beginning to clear. As the tension drained from his body, he sagged back against the floor. Logan tentatively loosened his hold on Wade’s arms but kept one hand resting there, absentmindedly tracing small circles on Wade’s arm in a calming gesture.

“You alright?” Logan asked softly, watching as Wade worked to catch his breath. Wade gave a hesitant nod, shifting slightly under Logan, uncharacteristically quiet.

Realising he was still straddling Wade, Logan quickly moved, sliding off to kneel beside him instead. “You sure?” he pressed.

“Yeah…yeah I’m fine,” Wade huffed out, forcing a tight smile that Logan saw straight through. After a moment, the smile wavered, shifting into something more sheepish. “Sorry.”

“The hell are you sorry for?” Logan asked incredulously, his brow furrowing.

“Maybe because I attacked you in my sleep,” Wade said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Logan shrugged, “You attack me when I’m awake too. Don’t see you apologising for that,” Logan added casually, “And I attack you in my sleep …and when I’m awake.”

“It’s different,” Wade mumbled, pushing himself off the floor, his usual energy much more subdued than normal.

Logan leaned back, watching him. “I don’t think it is.”

Wade moved forward but to Logan’s surprise it wasn’t towards the bed— it was towards the closet.

“What are you doing?” Logan asked gruffily, his eyes narrowing as he watched Wade carefully. Wade began pulling some blankets and pillows into his arms, confusing Logan further.

“I’m sleeping on the sofa,” Wade muttered.

Logan huffed out a small laugh, “Come on Wade, don’t be stupid,” Logan said, thinking Wade was being overdramatic. But Wade just gave him a blank, unreadable look moving towards the door. Logan moved forward cutting Wade off before he could reach it, his voice softening, “Hey, come on don’t do that. Just get in the bed.”

Wade stood anxiously, his eyes darting between the door and Logan as if unsure what to do. “You don’t need to deal with my shit,” he muttered, his voice quiet and shaky, refusing to meet Logan’s eyes.

“Maybe I want to,” Logan shot back, tilting his head to catch Wade’s eye, “You ever think of that.”

“You’ve already got enough crap to deal with. Don’t need me adding to it.”

“Don’t do that. Don’t turn this into some excuse to push me away,” Logan grumbled, stepping closer as if daring Wade to argue, “You stick it out every time I wake up with my claws buried in your gut. Why shouldn’t I do the same for you?”

“Because that’s the problem,” Wade snapped, frustration breaking through his quiet demeanour, “You’re you. And I’m — well me. You’re a hero Logan, and I’m just some fuck up who kills people for a living,” His frustration seeped out of his tone, his voice turning small, “I don’t deserve it. You do.”

“Don’t say that,” Logan growled, anger seeping into his voice, “You deserve it, Wade. You deserve it a hell of a lot more than me.”

Wade blinked, taken aback, but Logan wasn’t finished.

“I may be seen as a hero in this universe Wade,” Logan continued, his words sharp, “But I sure as hell wasn’t in mine. And I think you deserve it, so stop being an idiot and get back in the damn bed.”

Wade was too shocked to reply, he could only stare, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, for once out of things to stay.

But Logan didn’t wait. With a gruff huff, he yanked the bundle of blankets and pillows from Wade’s arms and shoved them back into the wardrobe without so much as a glance. Then, without another word, Logan climbed back into the bed, settling down like nothing happened, waiting expectedly for Wade to follow.

Tentatively, Wade hovered by his side of the bed, still unsure if he should get in. His hesitation stretched too long for Logan’s patience. With a low grunt, Logan rolled onto Wade’s side and grabbed his arm, giving it a rough tug that sent Wade stumbling onto the bed with a startled yelp.

Wade hesitated again, slowly lowering himself onto the mattress. He tossed and turned, fidgeting in a way that was starting to annoy Logan—not because Wade was talking for once, but because he wasn’t.

Then, suddenly, Wade went completely still. Logan’s brow furrowed as he glanced over, wondering what the hell Wade was up to now. Before Logan could comment on it, he felt Wade shift, cautiously edging closer. The movement was cautious, and then it stopped just short of closing the distance.

Without a word, Logan turned over facing Wade, and lightly shoved his shoulder.

“What are you—,” Wade began, but Logan cut him off with another, more insistent push, forcing Wade to turn over.

Before Wade could protest further, Logan slipped an arm around his waist pulling him close until their bodies were flush. Silently, Logan let himself nuzzle Wade’s neck, inhaling his scent. Wade froze for a moment, tense with shock, but slowly, he relaxed, practically melting into Logan’s arms

“This is nice…” Wade mumbled, his voice soft as he let out a contented sigh.

“Shut up,” Logan grumbled, but his grip tightened, ever so slightly. His eyes drifted shut as warmth spread through his chest, Wade’s quiet presence settling over him.