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"Wade, you have gotta help me out, man!" A voice from the other side of the door was begging, a woman's voice that seemed familiar.

"Can't any of the guys at Sister Margaret's help?" Wade whined, Logan pressing his ear to the door.

"Tony said no because of the kids, Lorenzo works the door every night to protect the girls, Davidé won't help because he doesn't want to pull a muscle for the women's only night." A loud groan then followed her speech, Dogpool seemingly recognising the voice as she shook in Logan's arms with a loud yap. "Wade, where is that ugly little thing? I wanna give her a cuddle, drown my feelings in some love."

"The big guy wanted a walk and took her out. Mr. Social is probably behind the door to avoid you." Wade explained, climbing over the sofa and opening the door to Logan's usually disgruntled face in front of him. "Hiya, pookiebear." He said, earning a grunt from the newest inhabitant of earth. As (Y/N)'s eyes landed on Logan, she immediately started to feel hot under his harsh gaze, hazel eyes assessing her outfit — which was unfortunately a sports bra and high waisted gym leggings with her hair in a messy top knot. "This is my favourite stripper, besides my dear sweet Vanessa. Her name was Daisy Dukes." Wade said as he looked off to the middle distance, muttering something about 'her Katy Perry in California Girls act was the hottest ticket in town' and how he was 'soaking wet at the thought'.

"It's not that now and you fucking know that, spaff for brains!" She angrily called, jumping from the sofa and grabbing the under sofa baseball bat, swinging low as she most likely broke his knee and crushed his balls in one swing, Logan and Dogpool stationary as they just watched her dig her heel into his broken knee. Her entire demeanour changed as she grinned up at him, hand outstretched as she scratched the tuft of fur on Mary Puppins' head. "There's my favourite resident of this apartment who isn't a human, mercenary or stranger!" She cooed, watching the dog's tongue flap around her wrist. She looked to Logan again and saw that the harsh lines had grown softer as he looked curiously to her. She threw the baseball bat on the floor and it hit Wade's head first, her unoccupied hand held out to him. "I'm actually (Y/N), but he's right, I'm a former stripper." She casually said.

His free hand carefully wrapped around her fingers, perching them against his as he gave a firm shake. "Logan." His deep voice echoed through the rare silence of the apartment. "Are you the person who's alarm goes off at three every morning directly upstairs?"

"That is me..." She said, looking away as her tone trailed off. "I'm sorry if it wakes you up, I'll turn it down or move to the other side of the apartment!" (Y/N) offered, feeling his hand slip away and watched it nonchalantly wave in front of her.

"Don't worry about it, bub." Logan said, hearing Wade come back to reality as she shifted to stand on his balls. "As a man, this hurts me to watch. As a man who wants Wilson to shut the fuck up every so often, I'm enjoying this."

"You're a closet pervert, Wolvie." Wade wheezed as (Y/N) stepped off his crotch. "Okay, you win, I'll stop introducing you by your stripper name."

"And you'll knock it off with the whole thing mentioning my old acts." She firmly said, watching Wade raise a hand in agreement.

"You're not what I was expecting of someone who gets up at three every day." Logan grumbled, putting Mary down on Wade's lap as he recovered.

"Oh, well..." (Y/N) said as her cheeks flushed. "I got through culinary school by working at the club. Met Nessa, met this ballbag, continued to work there to save up for the apartment and the shop down the street, finally gave up when I achieved my dreams." She explained, watching Wade carefully as he rested against the back of the couch.

"You only got the upstairs apartment because I told you the last guy was busted for a prostitution ring by yours truly." Wade pouted as Mary curled up in his lap, his knee slowly mending itself as he sat there.

"It was a fucking steal, that's what it was. Could've had a dead body in it, a hundred grand for an apartment in New York? I'd fuck Jabba the Hut for that." (Y/N) exclaimed, watching as Logan's eyebrows rose slightly. "Sorry, I'm aware this probably isn't the best first impression."

"Don't worry about that, sweetheart." Logan grumbled with a slight smile. "You've got some spunk, ain't ya?"

"I bet she'd like some of his spunk in her, wink wink." Wade said to no one again, seeing (Y/N) climb over him and raise the bat to swing it.

"Knock that the fuck off or I will figure out a way to stop your cell regrowth!" (Y/N) threatened as she swung it a hair's breadth from his face, showing complete restraint as Wade loudly whimpered and Logan chuckled quietly.

"You're a fucking treat." Logan muttered, walking away from them and to the kitchen, grabbing a beer and opening the top with his teeth.

"You're a suckass roommate, Logan!" Wade whined, watching as (Y/N) rolled the bat under the couch before her hands held out to him. Mary was called away by Logan as Wade took her hands and used his good leg to help her out a bit before she supported him hopping to the sofa. She fell down with Wade and stretched her legs out, her slipped resting on the coffee table as Logan brought two more beers with him. "Let me have one of them, honey badger."

"Ladies first, dipshit." Logan bluntly responded as he held one out to (Y/N). Her hand grabbed the chilled bottle and she used her teeth to open the cap, earning a wolf whistle from Wade.

"Beauty and grace, she'll punch you in the face. Also, your last boyfriend might as well have be Jabba, god he was fucking horrible." Wade said, chugging his beer. "Piece of shit, can't believe you dated that fucking guy."

"Well, it's a good thing I came to you so you could sort him out." (Y/N) said before taking a long drink from her bottle, catching Logan's eye as he sat on the further seat.

"How bad we talking?" Logan asked, watching (Y/N) shudder.

"Physical, mental and emotional abuse." She casually said, taking a long swig from the bottle again. "Wade found me with a bloody lip and a black eye at the club being babysat by Nessa, went and found the little scrote and did the same as he did to me."

"And we've been trauma bound friends ever since." Wade said with a dreamy sigh, earning a hand on his knee from (Y/N). "So, anyway, I'm not helping you at the shop, babycakes. I'm too busy adjusting this ape to the real world." Logan growled in response to that comment before drinking from his glass bottle.

"Ugh, you're such a needle dick." She grumbled, swigging from her bottle. Logan had been speaking with Al when it was just the two of them in the apartment about wanting to contribute, but the sweet old cocaine addict said to not worry as he had Laura to think about.

"What is it you need?" He asked, leaning back and crossing his arms, beer still in hand.

"She needs a strapping man who can help with deliveries and back of house stuff, dough making and all that." Wade said, pointedly staring at Logan as (Y/N) glared Wade down.

"However none of the men in my life are willing to actually help me. I don't feel safe wearing my stripper boots in the shop to reach the top shelves." She grumbled, draining her bottle quickly. Very aware that she was in her workout kit, she grabbed the garish Hawaiian shirt Wade had strewn on the arm of the sofa and wrapped herself up in that. "The shop also needs countless repairs; a paint job, some rewiring, new shelves and cupboards, and that's all before I can even really open it to customers."

"I can help." Logan offered, watching as her eyes grew wide. "Been alive long enough to learn a few things." He simply said, shrugging his shoulders.

"It would be full time for repairs at forty bucks an hour and then thirty bucks an hour once open, potentially part time." She explained, watching his hazel eyes wrinkle slightly in the corner. "I really need the muscle, Logan. Are you sure you're happy to help?" She asked, adjusting how she was sitting on the sofa, now marginally closer to him.

"Gets me away from the freak, the dog, the cocaine landlord and give me a sense of purpose, Laura will be happy too. When do we start?" He asked, watching a bright grin spread across her face.

"You're a fucking legend, Logan!" She cheered, resting her empty bottle on the table before her hands landed on his knees, Wade watching intensely. "You're an actual lifesaver, you don't even understand!" He just let an earthy laugh rumble through his chest as he patted her hand. "Right, I need to get home and actually shower now, I'll run you to the shop tomorrow and show you everything that needs to be done, and we'll start on Monday." She watched as Logan nodded then removed her hand and wrapped her arms around Wade, tightly hugging him. "Thank you for blessing me with a beefcake, Wadeykins." She whispered in his ear, her lips briefly kissing his cheek.

"You're very welcome, Duke Nukem." He joked, watching as she rolled her eyes but grinned at him all the same. She climbed off the sofa and said goodbye to them both, a sly smirk growing on Wade's face. "You like her." He bluntly said to Logan after the door closed.

"She seems non-threatening for young woman." Logan grumbled in response, Mary now resting her head on his thigh. "It's a nice thing to do."

"Okay, Mr. I'm the best there is at what I do and what I do ain't nice ." Wade said, them both hearing the upstairs door shut and a speaker start blaring Ride by Sir Mix-A-Lot. "Speaking of Laura, where is she gonna live when the school shuts for the winter?"

"Tinman said he's staying at the school with Yukio and Ellie so she's welcome to stay there." Logan muttered, his hand fussing the dog.

"She's got a spare room up there, two actually. She'd take Laura in without any argument if you ask her."

"Shut the fuck up, Wade." Logan grumbled before getting up and going to the bathroom to shower himself.

"I'll ask her for you in two weeks if you don't! She likes kids!" Wade continued to press as he drank his beer steadily.

"I said shut the fuck up!" Logan roared as the door slammed shut behind him. The evening was relatively uneventful following the exchange; (Y/N) wrote up a list of things that needed replacements and repairs whilst Logan and Wade made sure that Al wouldn't sniff out the remnants of cocaine that was in the house after they disposed of it in a dumpster fire behind the apartment building. Logan was awake again at the sound of the alarm upstairs, the same tune every weekday morning — the theme of Rocky. He sat by the window with a tumbler of whisky as he watched over the street below, spotting her as she walked out of the building in just a baggy top and gym leggings when the ground started to ice over. She looked up at the window and waved, a tired grin on her features before she gestured for him to come down.

He raised his finger to gesture for her to wait before moving away from the window and slipping on a zip up hoodie and cheap trainers Piotr had bought him, the hoodie closed to just cover his white vest. He slipped out of the apartment and ran down the stairs to meet her, hearing her teeth chattering in the cold city air. " This is why you're up at three every fuckin' morning?" He asked, standing close to her and allowing his borderline radioactive body heat to radiate her way. "A run in the middle of the night?"

"No, I get up for a run and then head to the shop, go for another run then come home and test recipes for the cabinet." She explained, nudging her head down towards the street as she turned, slowly starting to pick up pace as Logan mosied alongside her. "Why are you awake?" She asked as he stared down the street, slowly matching her jogging pace.

"Don't sleep, can't sleep, nightmares, whatever." He bluntly admitted, following her gentle pace as they slowly began to jog around the block. "You're an idiot, you know, lone woman running around the city." He said, feeling her elbow dig into his arms slightly.

"I'm a big girl, I can handle myself." She said as her pace ticked up, Logan heard the jingling of keys against a canister. "Got my pocket knife, my mace, the keys to the shop... I'm all tooled up." She joked, watching as Logan hummed in response. "I'm gonna be blunt, you're like Wade, right? Somehow immortal and somewhat non-human?"

"Yeah." He bluntly replied, watching as (Y/N) turned a corner and ran into someone.

"Watch where you're running, skank!" The grumpy guy barked, clearly off his face. There was something about it that felt off to (Y/N) and Logan noticed it as she stopped running and looked back, the waves of fear rolling off of her as she looked down the street.

"Hey," he gruffly said, resting a hand on her arm and watching her jump out of her skin. "What's wrong?"

"I... I know him but I can't think where." She muttered, taking shallow breaths as the anxiety weighed her down. She had always concealed her mutation and it was only Wade and Al that really knew about it, but she could feel the waves of calm rolling off Logan as he held her arm. "I need to get to the shop, please." She said, watching as Logan stepped back and nodded, ushering her ahead. As she started to make her way along the street at an advanced pace, Logan looked over his shoulder then back to her, quickly catching up and staying behind her like a bodyguard. They ran for another fifteen minutes as the city melted away around them, their breaths freezing in the air as they stood by the shop door.

Her hands fumbled with the keys on her belt as she struggled to function, feeling the world close in around them as she felt it slipping from he grasp. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..." She mumbled as her chest clenched and head spun. Her hands began to shake as her muscles stiffened and legs jellied and she felt hopeless. Logan, unsure himself how to support a new person during a mental health crisis, slipped his hoodie off and embraced the cool air, wrapping her in the weight of his hoodie. He took the keys to the shop and opened it, resting a hand on (Y/N)'s back and ushering her in from the cold elements. Once through the door, her knees buckled as she continued to shake, his arm quickly caught her and dragged a conveniently nearby seat over, getting her sat in it.

"What do you need?" Logan asked, reigning his own panic in as he watched a, thus far, formidable woman now quaking like a leaf in a strong breeze.

"I--I--Don't know. Brain too fast, lungs seized." She managed to squeak out, hands stuck in fists as Logan looked around helplessly. He wrapped the fabric tightly around (Y/N), his hands applying a gentle pressure to her knees to help with the shaking.

"Look at me, kid." He firmly said, trying to hide any potential malice in his tone. Her eyes were stuck on the wall behind him, the wallpapers that was half stuck and the tiles that were cracked. He adjusted into her view and caught her reddened (E/C) eyes staring blankly back at him. "Hey, (Y/N)." He said slightly louder, a hand resting on top of her head. This seemed to shake her out of her panic and she gasped loudly, panting as she tried to get air into her body. "In and out, slowly and surely, bub." He said, counting out loud the time frame for each breath to help her settle. Within five minutes, the feeling had returned to her legs and her breaths evened out, although the adrenaline comedown left her shaking. Logan went to the kitchen and saw a bottle of water, quickly to return to her and hand it over.

"Thanks, my mighty knight with a shiny skeleton." She muttered, watching as a brow rose. "Do you think Wade stops talking even when he texts? I might not see him for three weeks and he still messages me every day to say that you had stabbed him and that I needed to 'meet you sooner rather than later to be a distraction'." She said as she unscrewed the bottle and took a swig, sighing after.

"He's a pretty insufferable asshole." Logan grumbled from his position, sitting on the old bar at the front.

"He is, but he's also a well meaning asshole." She corrected, watching his brow tick up again. "Not many mercenaries that work at Sister Margaret's would willingly help rescue a young stripper who's been manipulated by a telepath for multiple years, then tell them the apartment above is for sale and then become their best friend."

"That fuckwit is your best friend?" Logan questioned her choices, watching as she shrugged and softly smiled.

"He's been good to me and kept me safe, got me drunk a few times and let me crash on the couch, woken up the following morning with a blanket and a trash can beside me." She simply replied, forcing herself to stand before going slightly off kilter and swaying a bit. She took a deep breath as she pressed a hand against the rickety table before making strides over the humming mini fridge. She grabbed two cans of Heineken and handed one to Logan, watching as he appreciatively took it and cracked it open. "Since we're both here, wanna take a look at what needs doing?" She asked, hitting the mains switch and watching as one of the ten or so strip lights turned on. "Well, there's something else for the list." She muttered, earning a grunt of a chuckle from Logan.

"Sure." He simply replied as he hopped off the counter and followed behind her, fists ready to push the claws out as a precaution. He took note of the biggest issues; the plaster falling off the wall, the lights, the mains electrics, the storage and lack of space overall. He did laugh to himself upon seeing a pair of glittery red thigh high boots that had a dagger length heel and a four inch platform, only to earn a glare. "Good to see you weren't kidding about the boots, bub." He teased, signature tone vaguely less patronising.

"A girl has gotta get on with it somehow and I don't own a ladder. Not all of us can be a six foot and above beefcake that belongs as an action figure, Wolvie." She teased back, earning a bark of laughter after Logan nearly choked on his beer. "Enough talking about me. Laura's your kid, right? She's at the special school upstate?"

"Yeah," Logan said, taking a closer look at the cabinetry and work tops. "She's been offered to stay at the school but wants to be with us this Christmas considering we're in a new universe and all, but sleeping on that bastard's sofa with my teen kid doesn't sound like the greatest thing in the world." He muttered, looking at the bracket for the floating shelves on the wall as he scratched his beard in thought.

"She can stay with me." (Y/N) simply offered as Wade had predicted. "I know she had that Electra woman, but she doesn't really have any older female models in her life from what I've been told, so I can help out with her." She said, watching as Logan nearly whacked his head on the shelves that were low on the walls.

"Not happening." He immediately argued, standing to full height and crossing his arms. "You've already given me a job, the last thing you need is my kid in your space."

"I don't give a fuck about that, it's a three bed apartment that feels lonely. I have space for her there." (Y/N) replied, just as stubborn. "The job is irrelevant as we're both benefiting. Your kid having a bed and a safe space is a need. Laura can sleep in my spare double room, you can always crash in my box room if you want to get away from the Merc with the mangled brain." She said, stepping closer with her arms folded and squaring up to him. "I'd offer to let you have the space above here, but the girls at the club want somewhere safe to reside so I gifted the upstairs to them."

Logan stared down at her, the gaze strong and defiant against his own before he sighed. "I'll make sure she cleans up for herself and doesn't misbehave."

"If she's anything like this universe's you or this you, she'll be very well behaved." (Y/N) comforted before getting a nod from Logan.

"What triggered the panic attack then?" Logan bluntly asked, not even having to ask about her mutation — he could smell the difference between her and the other humans that she was surrounded by. She turned away from him and grabbed a cloth, choosing to use it as a distraction method as she explained.

"I think the guy that I ran into was my ex-boyfriend. I didn't recognise him at first, but the energy that radiated from him was so strong that it was on my tongue, it tasted acidic. I haven't felt that sort of way since the day Wade saw me with a black eye and busted lip." She confided, feeling the same intense wave roll off of Logan. "Before you spiral me back down, big guy, Wade put him in the hospital. I don't recognise what he looks like anymore without being all bloodied and broken." She tried her hardest to calm him down, just to not taste the immediate hate that tainted her taste buds.

"I'll go find him, I'm sure I can smell him still." Logan offered with his whole heart, earning a soft laugh and a cloth whip to the hand. He caught it and started to play tug of war, earning a giggle as she was practically dragged along behind Logan as he walked around. A little while of sitting around in the shop and discussing logistics, the door swung open and in walked one of the girls from the club with a tired grin. She was on her way back to the apartment and saw the light on, deciding it would be nice to surprise her friend and say hello, although it was now certainly nearly six in the morning.

(Y/N) introduced Logan to her as the young girl blushed, immediately taken by the old man as he simply nodded and said a simple 'nice to meet you'. They stood around chatting for a bit, but the dancer was so tired she retreated upstairs to sleep, leaving the duo alone once again. "What's Laura like then?" (Y/N) asked as Logan followed her out of the door, locking up with the spare key that she gave him.

"She's the best kid." Logan said after a short pause as they walked down the street. "She's smart, she's brave, she is so fucking good at helping me adjust to this new world... I hate to admit it, but I miss her when she's not with me." He, upon Blind Al's insistence, had been going to therapy with Wade and Laura and had grown more accustomed to sharing his emotions. "I am extremely lucky to have her as my kid, and even more so that she's accepted this me as her dad."

"She sounds like she's good for you, Logan." (Y/N) comforted, resting a hand on his shoulder blade. "When she's home, you're welcome to hang out at my place as much as you want. Gets you away from Wade and gives you privacy to just... Talk and process." She offered, watching a slight smile twitch Logan's lips.

"I think I'll have to take that offer up." Logan agreed, still hating any charitable efforts provided to him. "You're too good for the world you live in, so you know."

"Well, I'm paying it forward. Wade helped the both of us, so I'm gonna help you." (Y/N) said as she looked up to him with a grin, his hazel eyes casting down to her.

"Wanna have a coffee? My treat." Logan offered, unsure how to continue the prior conversation, but he had seemingly read her mind.

"Logan, I think this may be the start of a beautiful friendship." She said, earning a loud, elongated hum in response.

The following four weeks of early wake ups, joint jogs and renovations had formed a light and open space for them both to candidly speak. They shared their fears for their lives, they learned the extent of one anothers traumas, but also shared their hopes and aspirations. Plenty of the jobs for the shop were completed, namely the rewiring and the update to the plumbing took the most time but were thankfully done before the cold snap hit the city. The weekend that Laura came home was nice as Wade threw a welcome home party; the usual suspects like Dopinder, Peter, Vanessa, those who were at the X-Mansion, Buck, Al and Dogpool were there, but Laura was solely focussed on one person.

"Where is she?" Laura sullenly asked from Logan's side, his arm wrapping around her shoulders and bringing her into his side as they stood in the kitchen.

"She's upstairs on the phone to someone, not shocked you can't hear her over all this fucking noise." Logan grumbled, just as upset as his kid. They stood quietly discussing how the semester had gone and how proud he was of her adjustment and grades when (Y/N)'s voice suddenly sailed through the doorway.

"Wadey!" She yelled above the music, weaving her way through the mingling crowd in the small apartment. "Wade Winston Wilson, where are you?!" She yelled again, watching as he appeared directly in front of her with a shot glass of tequila.

"Hey, there are you! I was wondering where you were!" He said with a bright grin, getting a deadpan glare.

"You lied to me about the time!" She argued above the noise, looking past her shoulder to see Logan and a young girl by his side. She grabbed the shot glass in an attempt to steel her nerves as she was honestly petrified of meeting Laura and the young girl not liking her, but she had also become utterly infatuated with her handyman. They had routinely spent about sixteen hours a day with each other; breakfast was whatever she whipped up at the shop kitchen or pastries she was testing, lunch was whatever she wanted to have on the menu for customers but wished for his opinion on, and dinner was whatever Wade and Al had decided to cook or order in — it was almost impossible for her to not fall for him through proximity alone. She hugged Wade in the end and handed over two stockings for him and Al to have as a Christmas present, before making a beeline to Logan. "Thank god you're here." She said, enjoying the peace of the kitchen after shutting the door over, leaving the three of them in a vague peace.

"Laura," Logan said as (Y/N) took a seat and stole his glass of whisky — formally an action that would start a war. "This is (Y/N), the lovely lady who gave me a purpose again and she will be your roommate whilst you're home for the winter." He explained, watching as the woman waved and Laura nodded and smiled politely.

"Look, I hate this as much as you guys do. So many noises, people and feelings." (Y/N) said, sensing Logan and Laura's complete discomfort flooding around the three. "Should we head upstairs to my apartment, get you settled in and get to know each other upstairs?" She asked, suddenly feeling relief wash over her.

"Fucking yes please!" They both said, tone the exact same and confirming they were indeed related. Logan swiped a bottle of whisky out the cupboard and tucked it into one of Laura's bags before carrying them out, Laura grabbing (Y/N)'s hand as she wove through the crowd and past anyone who may have wanted their attention. The three sighed loudly once outside the apartment before heading upstairs.

"The door's open if you wanna head straight through, Logan." (Y/N) said, watching him nod before walking in. As he did, he took in the soft scent of vanilla and cinnamon in the living room before his eyes were drawn to the soft sage of the walls and the dark tones of her furniture. "Laura, come with me to your room and we'll get your bags in there." She said once the door had closed, Laura was still clutching her hand. Logan looked behind him and saw Laura holding (Y/N)'s hand before they walked past him. "I can repaint it if you want, it's kinda childish but..." She explained as she turned the handle and revealed the plum walls of the room paired with white furniture.

"No," Laura said softly, walking into the room and looking around, seeing a space that sort of felt like... Her. She dropped (Y/N)'s hand and Logan watched from the doorway, an extremely soft smile gracing his features before he dropped the bags in her room. "I really like this. Thank you, Miss. (Y/N)."

"Good girl." Logan muttered before ruffling his daughter's hair. Laura just hummed before she stood back up and followed her father and new roommate out to the living room. Logan dropped back into the room to grab his whiskey bottle, taking in the new surroundings for his child before seeing Laura and (Y/N) on the sofa with a hot chocolate each and a plate of cupcakes on the coffee table.

"I made you a coffee to go with your whisky if you want one." (Y/N) said, having learned how he takes his coffee and his preferences. He nodded appreciatively as he uncapped the bottle and added a good glug of the spirit before taking a seat in the well loved brown leather arm chair. "So, Laura, what do you want to know about me?" She asked, allowing her tenant (so to speak) to choose where the conversation would lead.

"You're a mutant like us?" Laura asked immediately, hearing Logan choke on his drink.

"Yes." (Y/N) responded.

"What is it?" Laura asked.

"I can read emotions without touching anyone." She replied.

"What were our first emotions?" The young girl pressed for proof.

"His was confusion with a simmering anger, yours was frustration because of noise."

"You're good."

"What about you? Do you always have claws?" (Y/N) questioned in response.

"Yes." Laura confirmed.

"That so fucking cool, can I see?!" The elder of the two asked, watching as she raised a hand and flicked her wrist, two claws cutting rapidly through her skin. "Oh, that's fucking awesome!" She gushed, looking at Logan. "Can I see yours? Pretty please?" (Y/N) begged, but watched as Logan nodded and did the same, revealing three longer claws on one hand. "Do these hurt? When they come through?"

"Every time." They answered in stereo.

"Oh..." Immediately her excitement wore away, replaced by guilt of causing pain. "I'm sorry for asking, please put them away." She muttered, apologetically looking at them both as they carried on with their drinks.

"Are you and my dad screwing?" Laura politely asked, watching as the adults in the room choked on their swigs.

"Laura!" Logan snapped, watching as she rolled her eyes, but (Y/N) honoured her question with an answer.

"No, we're not sleeping together. He's my handyman at my yet to be opened café a couple blocks down but he's also my friend." (Y/N) gentle-parented, seeing Laura's reaction do a complete one-eighty. "What else do you want to know?"

"Does my dad stay here or does he sleep on the weirdo's couch?" She asked, watching as (Y/N) grabbed a cupcake, tore the bottom half of the actual cake off and used it to sandwich the icing.

"He sleeps at Wade's, but if he's comfortable, I do have a spare bedroom if he wants to be closer to you." (Y/N) confirmed, getting a mild noise of complaint from Logan. "Oh, stop being broody, Wayne Bruce. You're not Batman, you're a grown ass man. I'll send you to bed." (Y/N) jokingly threatened, getting soft laughter from around her before she stood up and took a bite from the cupcake, going to the kitchen. "Who wants something that isn't just instant ramen or pizza?"

"Please!" Logan and Laura yelled, hearing a loud laugh come from the kitchen.

"Put on a Christmas film or something, I'll be in there to watch it with you later." (Y/N) responded, starting to dig through her fridge for dinner ingredients. After finding a frozen chicken pie with ham and leeks, she prepared some basic veggies and got them roasting in the oven with the pie as the potatoes started to boil for mash. "Creamy or lumpy mash?" She called through, two sets of footsteps stopped by the doorway.

"You're the one cooking, boss." Logan teased as she turned around. "How do you like it?"

"That's not something to ask in front of kids." She joked, getting a snort from Logan and a sigh from Laura. "I'll eat potatoes all ways. Laura, creamy or lumpy?"

"Buttery with some lumps please, Miss. (Y/N)." She said, Logan rubbing his kid's back as a well done for using her manners. "Are you making gravy from any stock?" She asked, walking in and assessing what (Y/N) was going.

"I wasn't going to, but I guess I can make some. Did you want to learn how?" (Y/N) asked, Laura immediately standing by her side as she watched on. Logan leaned against the doorframe and watched as two of the three women who ended up running his new life worked in the kitchen. His daughter grabbed a bit of scrap paper and a pen to scribe down the recipe, his newest companion teaching her the steps and guiding her from start to finish. It took him a second to realise that when he was around (Y/N) and Laura, individually and together, he didn't think about the bottle of jack, the bottle of beer, the can of cider... He was comfortable enough to be himself. Was that the therapy? Was it the company? Was it both? He didn't care. He zoned back into the room when (Y/N) called his name and Laura called out 'daddy' to get his attention, his head shaking as he shook his thought train away.

"What?" He asked, watching as the girls, his girls dare he say considering the older of the two was his manager, looked at one another then back to the only man.

"What film did you choose?" (Y/N) repeated with a daft grin, Laura's attention on the gravy jug as she stirred it.

"Oh, yeah that." He muttered, rubbing the back of his neck as he shook off an emotional revelation. "We--I chose Home Alone."

"That's my favourite, dad!" Laura said excitedly, (Y/N) giggling as well.

"It's mine too." She agreed, everyone smiling before the timer went off. "You guys go get settled on the sofa, I'll bring it in."

"Nope, I'll bring it in." Logan said, approaching them both and grabbing their hands, tugging them back and into the living room. He stole the tea towel off (Y/N)'s shoulder after forcing her and Laura into seats on the sofa before clattering around in the kitchen and dishing up. He walked in holding three plates, handing their dinners over with cutlery before slipping his plate on to the coffee table and stripping his flannel off. He felt a pair of eyes lingering on his arms for a second before he felt the eyeline snap to the TV, both the girls too occupied with the film. They ate in silence and soon enough, Laura was curled up on the sofa with her head dropping against (Y/N)'s shoulder under a blanket, the woman's hand playing with her hair as she slept.

"So, you think she likes me?" (Y/N) asked softly, Logan looking over his shoulder as his legs dangled off the edge of the armchair.

"I think she loves you, sweetheart." Logan agreed, grinning at her. "Do you want me to take her to her room?"

"Nah, she's fine here for now... It's nice. It's all a bit domestic and relaxed." She mumbled, feeling Laura's head having dropped before she started nuzzling against (Y/N)'s thigh, the pair sighing softly as she watched the film and the young one slept. Laura started to snore and Logan decided then that he would pick her up and take her to bed, setting her down on the pillow and covering her with his flannel and a blanket before returning to (Y/N).

"She's a good kid, the fucking best kid." Logan muttered, sitting back on the sofa as (Y/N) stretched out and had her legs hanging off the sofa. Logan's hand pulled her legs onto his lap, continuing to watch a new film, turning his head to his companion to ask her a question. "Were you serious about the bedroom?"

"Deadly." (Y/N) said.

"Well, considering the party is still raging downstairs, I'm gonna sleep in the spare room if that's okay." Logan confessed, watching as (Y/N) grinned.

"Of course, Lo. You're more than welcome here, always." She comforted, resting her hand on his forearm before their attention turned fully to the film. Logan had slumped on the sofa and lightly napped and she had nodded off against his arm, snoring softly. They were awoken by a loud scream and they both jumped, Logan's claws puncturing through his skin as (Y/N) ran to the spare room. Laura was thrashing around on the bed and whimpering, tears streaming down her face as Logan brushed past his supporter and to his daughter.

"Laura, sweetheart, wake up." Logan softly spoke, a hand running through her hair as another ran down to her hand and massaged her knuckles. "Baby girl, you've gotta wake up for me." He said, a mild panic setting in as the claws started to slip from under her skin. With a scream, she woke up and instinctively dug her claws into Logan's side, realising who was with her very quickly before sobbing and retracting her claws and hand. "It's okay, baby girl. It's okay, I'm here, we're here." He comforted as he quickly recovered, her arms wrapping around her neck.

"Daddy..." Her voice shook as she whimpered, (Y/N) slowly approaching and kneeling on the floor next to Logan. Her hand slowly brushed the stray hairs into her parting, her mutation adjusting slightly to enforce some calm on the kid as she cried into Logan's shoulder. "They were coming for you, for me... I saw his grave again..." She sobbed, Logan's arms wrapping around her tighter.

"I know, kid. I know... But I'm here with you now and I'm gonna keep you safe, baby girl. I know I'm not him, but I'm gonna be here for you like him." Logan promised, clearly this was not the first time.

"Love you, daddy." She whimpered, still feeling (Y/N)'s influence waving through her.

"I love you too, baby girl." He whispered, holding her tightly as she settled back down.

"My bed is king size, go lay down together there." (Y/N) muttered, feeling Laura's anxiety melt away. Logan turned his head and opened his mouth to argue, only for her calming influence to take the words from his mouth. He sighed and wrapped an arm around Laura's legs and carried her out of the room, (Y/N) grabbing the flannel that had been torn before returning to the living room and grabbing her sewing kit. Logan was laying with Laura on the bed, them both being wrapped in the scent of lavender, until she fell back asleep and it was safe to leave her side.

"Back down for the count." Logan muttered as he sat back on the sofa with (Y/N), watching her hands thread the shirt back together.

"She gives off the same aura as you when she has a nightmare." The younger woman explained, feeling Logan's stare drill into the side of her head. "You've both been tortured, torn apart and put back together." She muttered as she shook her hand after stabbing her finger with the needle. "You haven't become what they made you for, Logan, neither of you have." She comforted, keeping her bloody finger off his thigh as she gently patted it.

"Are you a fucking telepath or something?" He muttered, short of words as she giggled and sucked on the pad of her finger.

"Nope," she confessed, getting a raised brow. "I've had to go downstairs before when you've had a nightmare and heard you talking with Wade." She sounded guilty as she explained how she knew. "I spoke to Piotr last time I saw him and he said that there was a kid like The Wolverine and it was hard for her to adjust. Call it destiny or whatever." She then turned her attention back to repairing the flannel, leaving Logan in a mildly stunned silence.

"So can you turn this thing off like a tap or is it always on like a fridge?" He asked, earning a laugh at his analogy, although there was truth in it.

"It's always on, sometimes it's more under control than not. The guy that first night we were together, that panic attack was the first time for a while I've had one." She admitted, finally meeting his tired hazel eyes. "Not even when you first came here and you were bathed in anxiety, depression and the most intense fear did I get one."

"I'm sorry you had to feel that." He mumbled, feeling her hand rest upon his.

"It's not your fault that they made you that way, Logan, but I'm glad that I know the man, not the myth or the legend." She then warmly grinned and rested her head on his upper arm, allowing her calming influence to soak through his skin.

"Are you using your mutation?" He asked, his tone slightly teasing.

"It comes with the sensing. Your emotions run as rapid as a fucking waterfall, I'm just trying to help you relax." She muttered, hands inspecting the repair job on the flannel shirt. "There, good as second hand." She proudly said, throwing the shirt on to the armchair. From the floor below, they heard the iconic two thousands club hits like Get Low by Lil Wayne and DJ Got Us Falling In Love by Usher and Pitbull.

"On that note, Wade is absolutely fucked and I'm gonna get my head down." Logan grumbled, a low growl escaping him as he stretched. "I'm gonna go check on Laura and get my head down. Where's your spare room?"

"No, no, you can stay with her if you want to. I won't keep you away from your own child." (Y/N) comforted, standing up and instinctively grabbing his hand and leading him to the master bedroom. "You stay with her and I'll sleep in a spare." She insisted, walking over to Laura and brushing a hair form her face. The gentle brush of her fingers against the young girl's skin melted her shoulders, Logan sitting carefully on the bed and laying down, his hand holding Laura's.

"Can you just stay here for a bit? For her sake?" Logan asked quietly, a selfish request covered by the guise of helping his kid. He watched as she simply nodded and sat on the edge of the bed, a hand rubbing up and down Laura's arm before the same was extended to him. "Are you gonna try and put me to sleep?" He teased, getting a quiet and light laugh.

"I already told you, it's a thing I just do without control." (Y/N) muttered, complete calm rushing the room as Logan hummed and started to fall asleep. One of her hands remained on Laura's as the other gently held Logan's cheek, earning her a loud purr as he slept. She tried the same thing on Laura, receiving a quieter purr but it made her giggle nonetheless. After about half an hour, they were both deep in sleep and (Y/N) went to the box room, feeling the calm roll under the door from the room down the hall.

Logan wouldn't admit it, but staying at (Y/N)'s gave him some of the the best night's sleeps he had for about eighty years. He woke up one morning with Laura buried in his chest, curled up against him as his arms pulled her close. He laid there for a little while, only thinking of waking the kid up when the scent of coffee, pancakes and bacon wafted through the apartment. "Laura, honey, wake up." He gruffly muttered, earning a whine. She rolled away from him and cuddled into the pillow, earning a soft smile and a head shake. He clambered out of the bed and slipped from the room, seeing (Y/N) stood in the kitchen in a long black satin night dress and a navy blue marabou dressing gown. "This smells so much better than anything Wade has ever cooked." Logan's voice rumbled, still thick and raw from not speaking for a majority of the morning.

"Good morning!" (Y/N) said cheerfully, turning her attention away from the pancakes for a brief minute with a grin. "That's right, you're usually gone by breakfast time after our runs."

"What's cooking, good lookin'?" Logan asked, vaguely teasing as she giggled.

"Pancakes with high protein flour, this British back bacon, strawberries, banana and grapes with either Nutella or maple syrup." She said, flipping the pan and sticking the landing as Logan smirked, leaning against the doorframe.

"Wouldn't have expected this look on you, boss." He joked, hazel eyes taking in the view before him. "Is this from the dancing days?"

"It was, I used to put on a good show back in the Daisy days." She divulged, hearing a hum of keen curiosity. "I pandered to the more... Traditional kind of customer. The guys who wanted a traditional show, a cabaret performance."

"So when Wade called you a dancer, he actually meant it." Logan said absentmindedly, getting a hum in response.

"The traditional club woman was popular, and I ended up going into escorting on the side and offered the girlfriend experience, just not the whole package." She explained as she started to dish up breakfast, turning to see Logan confused. "I didn't sleep with people, I just made them feel loved." She clarified, seeing him nod one time to confirm he had grasped the concept. Laura had ventured out of bed by that point, having woken up to their chatter and greeted them both, Logan pressing a kiss to her head as (Y/N) squeezed her shoulder. They sat down to eat and discussed plans for the day, (Y/N) expressing her desire to have a day to just enjoy herself. Logan asked Laura her plans and she reminded him that she needed some new clothes for winter and the school year.

"So we're having a father-daughter day?" Laura asked excitedly, watching Logan nod with a small grin. The young one bounced for a second in her seat before settling into her normal routine. Logan and Laura got themselves showered and dressed, Logan having gone downstairs to ready himself before coming back up. "Are you gonna be okay alone by yourself, Miss. (Y/N)?" Laura asked, feeling sad that her new friend would be by herself on a Saturday.

"Don't worry about me, sweetheart. You just have a good day with Logan and I'll meet you guys at the shop." She said with a grin, straightening the parting of Laura's brunette hair. Although she had the Saturday to relax, she decided to go to the shop and start painting the walls and ceilings whilst they were out. "I can work there and just have some fun adding splashes of colour to the place."

"Come on, kid. Let's get a move on." Logan gruffly muttered, disliking the idea of shopping.

"Oh, I have something for you both." She said, riffling through her handbag by the door. "A week of wages," she said, handing Logan an envelope packed with cash. "And some spending money for a young lady." She handed Laura fifty dollars and gently pushed them both out the door before they could argue and grinned. "Have fun!" She exclaimed before shutting the door behind them, killing any arguments they had on their tongues. She heard them both growl from the other side of the door before making their way into the city for their day trip. She then threw her hair up and made her way to the main bedroom, slipping on an old boiler suit and a vest top underneath. She grabbed her bag and the shop keys then left the flat, wrapping the black fleece jacket around her shoulders tighter as she half ran to the shop.

Five hours later, Laura and Logan were walking from the city centre to the shop, casually chatting as Logan held all but one bag and his other half his daughter's hand. "What do you think of (Y/N) then, Laura?" He asked, feeling a slightly swing of their hands as she had a slight hop in her step.

"I think she's perfect for you, if that's what you're asking." She said, looking up to see him glaring down at her. "Dad, I've seen how you look at her."

"I don't look at her in any type of way." He petulantly muttered, getting a tut from his side.

"I've known her less than twenty four days and I can tell you that she's perfect for you." Laura insisted, earning a quiet growl. "The way you described her to me when you visited me at the school says it all, old man."

"Explain." Logan muttered, pulling her down a side street that came out not far from the shop.

"You described her as a lovely young woman who has a lovely heart and makes you feel like a person. Since then, I've seen you constantly staring at her, heard you compliment her, and you smelled like her when you came and calmed me down last night."

"Okay, fine. I will admit that she does something to me that I haven't felt since I met Layla in the seventies." He conceded, getting a smug hum from his daughter. "Come on, let's just get to the shop and surprise her with the flowers and wine." He said in a huff, earning a laugh from his child. At the shop, (Y/N)'s painting was interrupted by Wade calling, his voice loud over the speaker.

"So, how's your boyfriend?" He teased, the sound of the road wherever he was walking echoing around the empty space.

"Wade, please leave me and my horrendously inappropriate crush on your friend alone." She groaned, seeing the call switch to a facetime. "Hello, coyote ugly." She teased, getting a bright grin.

"Hello, my little whore." He joked in response, watching her grin. "You had Logan all to yourself for the last four weeks and now with Christmas coming up, it's cuffing season, get you a big boy!"

"Wade, he's your friend. So what if I want him to kiss me breathless, hold me tight and never let go? I won't cross that line." She firmly said, watching as he shook his head.

"You have my full permission to fuck the man who's saved our universe."

"Not the point, Wilson." She grumbled.

"Look, you like him. Why don't you just tell him? He's a big boy, you're a big girl, get your big freak on."

"I'll... I'll just wait until Christmas. I'll be putting the tree up in a few days going by the forecast, maybe I can get him to hold me up and put the star on it." She joked, hearing the door push open. "Hey guys!" She said, turning on the bar stool and seeing Logan and Laura walk in. She turned the phone to show Wade those walking in the door, hands full. "The fuck have you bought?"

"It feels like the entirety of fucking Manhattan." Logan grumbled, dropping the bags carefully to the floor. Laura immediately ran over to (Y/N) and waved to Wade, handing over wine and flowers without a word.

"What are these for?" She asked, confused as Laura smiled softly.

"A thank you for everything you've done and continue to do." Laura explained before (Y/N) cooed softly, placing the bottle and plants on the bar and holding her cheek.

"Thank you, sweetheart." She said, pinching her cheek softly. Logan came over and (Y/N) wrapped an arm around his waist, thanking him silently as Wade watched on.

"Look at the weird family that usually is upstairs." He joked, getting loud sighs from everyone.

"Shut the fuck up, Wade." Logan grumbled.

"Logan, the kids and I miss you, please leave the little whore you're with and come home." Wade said, the call hanging up after Logan's thumb clicked on it.

"Asshole." He grumbled, earning a giggle from (Y/N) as his arm wrapped around her shoulders. "How's painting going?"

"Ugh, don't even." She grumbled, resting her head against his ribs as the other two laughed softly. Laura and Logan stripped off their jackets and grabbed paint brushes, starting to get to work. "No, no, no! Splatter it, play with the brush, no nest lines!" She went to open her mouth again, but Logan decided to have some fun and splattered her boiler suit. "Oh, you mother fucker!" She said with a laugh, grabbing a brush and turning to lash at him, only to catch Laura. "I'm so sorry, honey!" (Y/N) said as she covered her smile and Logan chuckled.

"It is so on!" The young girl said, grabbing a brush and casting it like a wand, only to hit Logan square in the face.

"Oh, get back here you little shit!" He yelled as Laura ran behind the counter and into the kitchen, brush in hand as she squealed and (Y/N) collapsed on the floor laughing. Laura was running around as Logan chased after her, just about catching her with the brush before it hit his boss square in the face.

"That's it!" (Y/N) yelled as she grabbed the roller that was in neon pink paint and swiped it from his forehead and down his chest. "There, even!" She proudly said, resting her hands on her hips when Laura grabbed the roller and dunked it in a pastel yellow, leaving an orangey stripe down (Y/N)'s face. Logan started to bend at the knee laughing, that was until (Y/N) started to laugh the same as him; he decided to dunk his hands in the lime green paint and ran his hands over their faces and into their hair, both girls screaming and running until they completely coated him in violet and crimson paint, head to toe. He used the edge of his shirt to wipe his mouth clear of paint, hands clearing his eyes of the wall stain as he took note of the mess.

"Cheeky fuckers." He mumbled, the paint drying on his skin and highlighting his smile and laugh lines — a well worn face with more life than ever he had decided after spending time with his weird little family. He wrapped his arms around them and pulled them both into him, sharing the paint-coated love as he squeezed them. They all laughed softly and sighed, Logan finally feeling comfortable in his new life as his happiness surrounded him. As he lifted his head from his chest, he spotted that the windows were suddenly starting to frost over and white slowly began to settle on the path outside the shop. "Holy shit, the first New York snow is here." He mumbled, feeling (Y/N) split apart from him and Laura to run to the window.

"It's time to put up the Christmas tree!" She excitedly exclaimed, watching as their heads tilted. "It's something my mother and I did; the first snow of the NYC winter would mean we were able to put the Christmas tree up." Her grin was infectious normally, however the two people before her just looked more confused than ever.

"I don't think I've ever put a Christmas tree up." Laura confessed, perplexed and in thought as she thought back on her childhood.

"I don't think I've done one for, what, fifty years?" Logan thought out loud, getting a loud gasp from the woman before him.

"Get your shit, we're decorating a tree!" She informed, watching Logan roll his eyes as Laura jumped up and koala'd him. He grabbed the bags whilst Laura clung to him, (Y/N) grabbed their jackets as well as the wine and flowers, stuffing them in a bag before they left and locked up. Wade watched from his apartment window as they walked into the building, smirking to himself as Logan walked in with a grin and a streak of head to toe paint.

"You are so bad at hiding your feelings, big boy." The younger Canadian teased, getting a growl from the elder as his grin dropped.

"Fuck off, Wade." Logan grumbled, going straight to his allotted wardrobe space [read: airing cupboard] and grabbing a change of clothes.

"Are you fucking her?" Wade bluntly asked as he followed Logan, a look of disdain crossing his features.

"Don't talk about her that way." The old man grumbled, getting a gasp.

"Oh, you so like her. Is this a When Harry met Sally moment?" Wade asked away far too cheerily, earning the bathroom door being slammed in his face. "Your actions say no, but your eyes say fucky-fucky when you look at her!" He yelled through the door, watching as Logan tore it open, now shirtless, just to punch him before closing it abruptly again. Wade decided to head upstairs and walked into (Y/N)'s apartment, walking straight to her bedroom where she was half undressed and stood only on her underwear. "You need to get into this old dude's pants before he fucking punches a wall." He earned a scream and a punch to the face. "What is with you and the grumpy, sex-starved sasquatch downstairs punching me in my beautiful face?!"

"You snuck into my apartment!" (Y/N) argued as she stood in her underwear, still riding the confidence high of her first major profession. "What do you mean I need to get into the old dude's pants?" She asked, grabbing her marabou gown and covering herself vaguely.

"You need to tell him you have a thing for him before he starts going insane. You two need to bone and better get it on fast. " Wade pleaded, (Y/N) sighing as she walked through her apartment and shoved her and Laura's dirty clothes into the washing machine before heading back to her bedroom.

"I don't know what the fuck you're talking about." (Y/N) argued as she brushed past him again, heading to her en suite and slamming the door.

"The Big Bad Wolvie has a fat crush on you, Little Red!" Wade called through the door, sitting on the edge of her bed as the shower turned on. Laura came into the room looking for a hairbrush, only to see Wade and offer a simple hey before she continued to dig around the room. "Can you tell your landlord that your daddy has a raging boner for her and the only way for him to stop being so crabby is to confess she has something going for him?" He begged, watching as Laura's face twisted in disgust.

"Ignore your creepy, fucked up uncle!" (Y/N) yelled through the door, earning a gasp from Wade and a giggle from Laura.

"I hate to say this, Miss. (Y/N), but Wade's right. My dad really does like you and he's been so much happier since you met." The young girl agreed, getting a loud gasp from Deadpool as (Y/N) shut the shower off. "He's smiled way more, he's less inclined to kill Wade, he's sleeping well and drinking a hell of a lot less... I think he's trying to be the good guy."

"He's always been the good guy!" (Y/N) said with an exasperated sigh, walking out the bathroom in a cotton bathrobe and hair in a towel turban. "Look, I appreciate that you both want me to be happy, but I don't wanna fuck up the good thing we've got going on here." She said, sitting on the bed next to Wade and taking her hair down from the towel. "Is he tall, broad, beautiful, brazen, brutally honest, loving, warm and deep down under the gruff exterior a kind soul? Absolutely. Do I think he wants me? Not a snowball's chance in hell." Laura sat down in front of (Y/N) after she took the hairbrush, combing her way through Laura's brunette strands as Wade rambled incessantly about Logan.

"Why the fuck are you here?" A voice griped from the doorway, Logan now clean and stood before them in a white t-shirt and blue jeans that somehow made him look thicker and broader. "Wade, the fuck?"

"Oh, I'm just telling my friend here that you have a big, fat--." He was interrupted by a stripper heel digging into his thigh and impaling through his skin. "Ow, you catty little bitch!" He barked at (Y/N), only to get growls from the Wolverines. "She has a crush on you, you have a crush on her, just fuck already!"

"Wade!" They yelled at him in tandem, watching as he removed the heel from his thigh and stood up.

"Good thinking being naked under there, angel baby. Big boy might enjoy what he's seeing." Wade muttered, a heavy flush covering (Y/N)'s cheeks as the younger of the Canadians grabbed Laura by the hand and dragged her out, spinning Logan into the room before shutting the door with a slam. "By the way, your tits look great with the robe coming loose! Make him Jackson Pollock on you, gorge!" Wade then continued to drag Laura through the apartment despite her protests and downstairs to his, just as a precaution — no kid wants to hear their parents going at it.

"You might wanna... cover yourself over." Logan respectfully muttered as he looked away, (Y/N) squeaking from shock before wrapping the robe over her completely again. "What he said, is it true?" Logan asked, sitting next to her on the bed, knee knocking against hers.

"Yeah..." She muttered, knocking his knee back in return. "I kinda have a torch for you." She muttered, feeling his hand rest on her thigh.

"Kinda have a torch, huh?" His gruff voice teased, his shoulder knocking into hers. "You shouldn't even think about being with an old man like me, doll." Logan mumbled, shifting his hand from her thigh, around her back and to her hip, softly gripping it. "I'm not the good guy this world had."

"The Logan this world had was loyal to the end for his friend, his mentor, his daughter. There's a parallel here, Logie Bear." She muttered as she leaned into his side, getting a tut in response. "He didn't want to take Laura at the start, but he did because she's his, she's yours . She loves you so much."

"You and Laura are the reason I've cut back so much on the drinking." He confessed, feeling her arm slip around his thigh and her thumb brush over the muscle. "I'm trying to be the good guy this world has for those who need a good guy."

"You don't have to be anyone you're not, Logan." (Y/N) muttered, resting her head against his shoulder. "You are a great guy, maybe even the best guy. I like you for you; not for the hero, not for the legend, but for the muscle bound hunk who volunteered to help an ex-stripper achieve her dream and became her person."

"Well, if that ex-stripper hadn't been sat on my fucked up friend's couch, begging for help, I wouldn't be able to do this." His free hand lifted her chin and his head dropped against her forehead softly, their noses pressed together before his hand slipped to the side of her throat. His thumb pressed to the underside of her chin and tilted her face up, lips a hairsbreadth apart, until she pounced on him and her arms wrapped behind his head, pushing him on to the mattress as his arm caught her waist. Her lips pressed against his and took him by surprise, earning a grunt before his arm almost crushed her body against his. As if it was a reflex, Logan rolled his her in his arms and pinned her to the mattress, the arm around her waist skimming along the curve of her waist and hips before slipping under the nightgown, gripping her thigh and slipping his leg between hers.

She softly whimpered and soon they turned to moans as they shared sloppy, passionate, open mouth kisses. Teeth clashed, nails raked across skin and (Y/N)'s robe fell open, exposing the valley of her breast to him. "It's okay, Logan," She whimpered as the hand in her hair began to travel down her neck, tentatively allowing his middle and ring fingers to skim across the soft skin of her chest. "Please touch me." She softly moaned as her back arched in response to his touch. His head dropped to her neck, his lips grazing over her skin as she keened beneath him. His hand slipped the robe off her shoulder and gently cupped the underside of her breast, earning a high pitched, honey sweet moan as he continued to also lavish her the column of her neck with attention. She slightly rolled her hips against his thigh, relishing in the solid muscle pressing against her as she slipped her hands up and under his shirt.

He pulled away briefly to tear his shirt off, flinging it to the far corner of the room, before taking in the view before him. The woman of his recent dreams beneath him, her damp hair splayed and curling on the pillow beneath her head, bosom heaving with expectation... The thought drove him to the edge of his sanity. Her hands reached for his belt buckle and began to fiddle, but the apartment door being flung open set them both on high alert, only for Wade to then fling open the bedroom door and earn a scream from (Y/N).

"Sorry people, gonna have to keep this PG-Thirteen! The readers won't like two consenting adults bumping uglies." He said with a teasing tone, seeing Logan immediately wrap himself around (Y/N) to protect her modesty. "I've already seen the girls, big boy."

"Get the fuck out!" The couple yelled, Laura following behind Wade and stabbing him in the back side. She kept her eyes shielded as she dragged Wade away, his girlish screams echoing through the apartment as the door slammed shut. There was the sound of Laura's angry shout as she kicked Wade down the stairs followed by the sound of him rolling and writhing in agony.

"I need to soundproof this fucking place." (Y/N) grumbled as Logan huffed a laugh and fell to her side, arms still wrapped around her and pressed close to him.

"I'll figure out a way to fucking kill him eventually." Logan muttered, face buried in her hair. She giggled and rolled over, hiding in his chest as his hands adjusted her robe. "You better get dressed, gorgeous, or else we ain't gonna get the tree up and you might not get up outta this bed for a while." He muttered, his scruff scratching her forehead as he spoke.

"Would it be so bad for you to keep me in bed?" She asked, her tone hopeful yet light and teasing. "You'll have to let go of me, just an F-Y-I." She felt a growl vibrate through his chest to hers, making her chuckle. (Y/N) slowly adjusted until she was completely sat up against her headboard, Logan resting his head on her chest. He burrowed his face into the valley of her bosom and nuzzled his nose and cheeks against the skin, purring slightly before his lips pressed against her skin. "The door is open and I can feel Laura's coming back upstairs." She muttered, her eyes falling shut as her arms wrapped around his shoulders.

"Let me die here, suffocating in a beautiful lady's tits. The way I've always wanted to go." He mumbled, earning a cackle from (Y/N). They heard the door open and close, cautious footsteps approaching the doorway to the hall.

"Are you guys decent?" Laura asked, a mild tinge of embarrassment in her tone. Logan huffed and sat up, his hands quickly wrapping (Y/N)'s robe over the torso and tying the belt a bit tighter to hold it in place. He shifted from between her legs and grabbed his crew neck, throwing it back over his head as he walked to Laura and towards the living room. "Dad, can you please kill Wade?" She whined, hiding away in Logan's chest. Logan was going to ask why, but as (Y/N) left the room now dressed, Wade appeared in the doorway to her apartment with a boombox blaring Jizz In My Pants by The Lonely Island.

"You whispered in my ear that you want some more and I jizz in my pa--SHIT!" Wade screamed as (Y/N) kicked above his head and knocked the boombox to the floor, watching in satisfaction as it splintered into a million different plastic shards. Logan stood rigid as she then kicked Wade square in the chest and sent him flying over the banister, slamming and locking the door before dusting her hands. Logan's cheeks were slightly reddened from what he witnessed so Laura walked over and wrapped her in a hug, profusely thanking her for dealing with Wade. Logan approached and quickly dipped his head down, pressing a soft but searing kiss to (Y/N)'s mouth as Laura gagged and walked away.

"Ew, mom and dad are making out!" She teased, hearing them both laugh loudly. She barrelled into them and was immediately drawn in, being squished between her father and her newest and hopefully permanent motherly figure. After a few seconds of bundling up, Logan suggested he got the tree wherever it was stored, (Y/N) instructing that it was in the cupboard of the box room. Logan did as he wasn't told and grabbed the tree, hauling it through the apartment and placing it in the corner of the living room that was the emptiest — not that that last very long.

Laura and (Y/N) set to work on winding the lights around the tree, ensuring there was a warm glow running through all the branches as Logan carefully arranged the furniture slightly to allow for more space and flow in the room. They took it in turns hanging the smaller glass ornaments at the top of the tree and the traditional paper mache-like baubles at the bottom, the in-between spaces filled with anything and everything before the final touches were added. Logan lifted Laura on to his shoulder and held her legs tightly as (Y/N) passed the cloudy, nearly marble effect, glass and brass star shaped tree topper up, anxiously watching as Laura fed the stray light up the coil and into the centre of the star before it sat on the tree in all its glory.

"You did such a good job, kiddo!" (Y/N) loudly exclaimed as she wrapped an arm around Laura's shoulder and held her close, earning a soft laugh and a hug in response.

"I'll go and make some non-alcoholic mulled wine." The youngest said, making her way to the kitchen and leaving Logan and (Y/N) to some form of privacy and alone time albeit brief.

"The Germans call it Kinderpunsch." (Y/N) replied in reflex, earning a huff of laughter from Logan as his arms wrapped around her waist and his chest pressed against her back. He hunched over slightly and rested his head on her shoulder, his scruffy beard scratching at her skin comfortingly, being rewarded with a contented sigh as they looked at the tree in peace.

"I found something in the boxes with the ornaments, gorgeous." He muttered, gently headbutting her in the way that a cat does an owner. He earned a curious hum as she ignored the loud thrum of her heart in her ears, one of his arms shifting to his back pocket before he pulled out a bunch of fake mistletoe out and presenting it to her. "Where are we gonna put this then?" He asked, his tone teasing but light compared to normal.

"I might just put it on a headband and have you wear it, that way we're both under the mistletoe and have no other option than to fulfill the legal obligation." She murmured, turning around in his arms so they were chest to chest. Her arms wrapped around the back of his head and she tiptoed, only to feel her feet lift off the ground more as he stood to full height. He flashed a rare and wolfish grin as his arm lifted and the mistletoe lingered above them, their eyes meeting as their noses nudged one another's. "Are you going to kiss me or are you going to leave me hanging, Lo?" She muttered, earning a slight chuckle.

"I dunno, we've had tension for a couple of months, what's a couple more seconds?" He teased, feeling her arms slip from behind his head and her hands ball up against the top he wore.

"If you're not gonna kiss me, I guess I'm gonna have to kiss you." She simply said, exaggeratedly sighing before she jumped up and wrapped her legs around his hips. With the slight leverage, a hand slipped into his raven hair and gave it a little tug, enough to just tip his head back. She watched as a slightly flush dusted his cheeks and the tops of his ears before she dipped her head down and pressed their lips together, her free hand slipping up his chest and resting on his cheek. He flung the mistletoe to the floor and his hands immediately grabbed her glutes, fingers digging into the flesh and muscle as he supported her. Logan paid mild attention to the kitchen to ensure that Laura didn't walk in, however the moment that (Y/N) traced her tongue across his lips, all control was lost.

His jaw dropped open and immediately his more dominant nature slipped through the mask. His tongue immediately wrapped around hers, bringing it into his mouth as his lips claimed hers as his own, earning the desired response as her hand gripped his shirt hairs tighter and her body pressed closer to his. The hand on her derrière clutched at the flesh, holding her hips close as her legs tied tightly around his back. Her soft pants were relished, his brain wanting to bottle the sound up for him to use when given some alone time, and all was well until the door was torn off its hinges.

"Ho ho ho, mother fuckers!" Wade roared as he walked in wearing a Santa hat with his Deadpool suit. Laura ran through with her claws out on one hand and a ladle held in her dominant hand as Logan tightly held (Y/N) against his body, face buried in his neck as his hand jutted out with the claws protruding his tanned skin. "Okay, put away the knives! Tree looks pretty, angel baby."

"Get the fuck out." Logan annunciated each syllable, cheeks reddened with both anger and slight arousal following the short yet oh so sweet make out session. "I am going to figure out a way to kill you, you testicle looking mother fucker."

"Calm the thunder you have going on down under." Wade teased against his judgement, earning a loud growl. "I can see the outline of your dick in your jeans, fuck I'm jealous of her." He said, referring to (Y/N).

"When I get back downstairs," Logan muttered as he took a steady and calming breath against (Y/N)'s skin. "I'm going to tear you into shreds." He felt her hand pat his shoulder and he let her down, watching as she climbed down with the angriest face she'd ever had.

"Wade Winston Wilson, I swear to fucking THOR, if you do not get out of my fucking apartment in the next three minutes, I will get Nessa over here so fast and she will give you a right --." The threat of Vanessa knowing he was fucking around was enough to send him out the door with his tail between his legs, the door once off it's hinges and on the floor now magical back in the frame although the metal work was busted. "Can you guys please calm down?" She said, her tone snappy as she begged for them to get out of attack mode. Logan and Laura immediately dropped their claws and calmed down, watching as (Y/N) visibly shrunk down and the tension in her body lessened. "Thank you." She muttered through a sigh, ruffling her hair anxiously.

Laura dipped back into the kitchen and poured them all a glass of kids' mulled wine, the cinnamon and star anise scent wafting through the apartment. Logan carried (Y/N) over to the sofa and cuddled up with her on his lap, seeing his kid walk through with the mugs on the tray. "Thanks, bub." He muttered, watching as she simply smiled and nodded to him. The trio settled down in front of the television that flickered with a recorded fire, peace blanketing them all in a warm embrace. Blind Al came and apologised for Wade and offered a bottle of wine as a token, which (Y/N) warmly accepted and comforted that it wasn't her fault, just his ADHD riddled peanut brain not working normally.

Logan ordered pizza not long after and answered the door when it arrived, the trio chowing down before curling up together — which was a tight squeeze — on the sofa and watching The Muppets Christmas Carol. Laura fell asleep halfway through on Logan's lap, his fingers absently climbing through her hair as his other arm wrapped around (Y/N)'s shoulders as her head rested in the space between his shoulder and pectoral. He grabbed the blanket that was hung over the back of the sofa as his daughter slept, his legs splitting as his hand grabbed (Y/N)'s thigh and lifted it on to his, grabbing her other leg and crossing it over. His thighs held a steady and strong grip in her flesh as he reveled in her embrace, her arms wrapping around his midsection as her head pressed against his chest completely. 

"I'm gonna go to bed, I'll see you both in the morning." Laura muttered with a yawn having just woken up, rubbing her eyes as she gripped the blanket like a cloak, leaning over and softly headbutting Logan. He chuckled, butting her gently in response as they both smiled tiredly before Laura pressed a kiss to (Y/N)'s cheek. The older of the two rested a hand on her back of Laura's head and pressed their forehead together, softly smiling as she departed the room in a shuffle with a loud yawn. After the bedroom door clicked shut, Logan fell to the side and brought (Y/N) with him, arms wrapped around her waist as he secured her close.

"You conscious enough for another film?" Logan muttered as (Y/N) flicked through the channels.

"I think so," she mumbled as an arm slipped under her head and hung off the settee. "Have you seen Die Hard?" 

"Not for many years." Logan mumbled against her shoulder, pressing soft kisses to the fabric of her t-shirt. She softly hummed and leaned against him as the opening credits rolled, Logan enjoying her muttering certain lines and accepting his fate when she began crying at the loss of Alan Rickman as was customary following Hans Gruber falling off the Nakatomi Plaza building. Once the happy ending concluded, (Y/N) was in a light sleep, so Logan carried her to her bedroom and laid her down carefully like she was a princess having just been freed from a curse. As he went to shift his arm from her waist, she wrapped her hand around his wrist and gripped it as tight as she could as her eyes peaked open and squinted in the lowlight of the bedside lamp.

"Can you stay? Please?" She muttered, earning a genuine smile as he pulled the duvet back and pulled it over her before slipping under it himself. The bed dipped harshly with the weight of his muscular frame and heavy skeleton which caused (Y/N) to roll into him, not that either of them were going to complain at being cuddled close in the centre of the bed. In the first harsh winter night in New York for the season, she was grateful that not only did she feel secure, but she felt warm and safe. 

"Gorgeous, is that your feet I can feel or have you got ice in this fucking bed?" Logan mumbled, head resting on top of hers as as his calves found her cold appendages. "How the fuck are your alive?" He muttered to himself as she laughed softly. 

"Sorry, handsome, not my fault that I have cold feet." She muttered against the skin of his neck, her nose slightly chilled against his flesh. 

"You better cuddle up close then, princess. Can't have you getting cold on me, huh?" He teased, the arm under her head flexing and the hand pressing her face further into his skin. Logan casually played with her strands for a long while as she hummed softly to herself, melting against him as he pressed tender kisses to her forehead and she pressed soft pecks against the column of his neck. Just as (Y/N) was about to drop off with Logan in pursuit, a knock on her bedroom door sounded and they both sighed slightly, knowing it was Laura. "What's the matter, Lolly?" Logan lazily asked, shifting on to his back a (Y/N) curled up against his side. 

"I'm cold as shit, dad." She muttered, walking into the room with her teeth chattering. Logan let a hand slip from under the covers and touch her cheek, her skin icy against the pad of his thumb.

“You're fucking freezing, kid." He muttered, feeling (Y/N) stir. "Doll, Laura's gonna join us, she's freezing to the touch." Logan murmured, getting a confused grunt under her hand traced up his arm and she hissed once her hand met Laura's skin. 

"Get in the bed, sweetie." She mumbled absentmindedly, her legs wrapping around one of Logan's. His arm lifted the duvet enough for Laura to sneak under without letting out the furnace of body heat that he managed to trap under the covers. Laura immediately curled up against her father's side, hands clutching the shirt he was wearing as her head met his chest. (Y/N)'s hand loosely held Laura's as they rested on Logan's chest, pinky fingers tied together as his body heat defrosted the pair.

Logan's hands held his girls close and it wasn't long until they were snoring, leaving him alone with his thoughts for a while. The hand on his new girlfriend rested on her hip, pressing her into his side as his long arm supported her back, the other holding Laura's shoulders to keep her from accidentally rolling off of the bed. He looked around the room and took in some of the smaller details like the coving in the wall that looked like it was from the sixties, the shelving unit across from the end of the bed that held images of her found family and other odd nicknacks. He felt (Y/N)'s hand slip up and under his head, turning his head towards her as his nose met hers. "Are you awake?" He muttered as quietly as he could, getting a slightly disgruntled hum.

"I am," she mumbled, lips pressed against his jaw as he purred. Her hand rummaged underneath the pillow beneath his head for a moment before some fake mistletoe was held above his head. "I'd be even better if you gave me a kiss to go back to sleep." She muttered, getting a huff of laughter from the man in her bed. Logan dipped his head slightly and sighed softly, his hot breath fanning across her lips before they eventually met. With a quiet hum and a soft grunt, they shared a tender yet passionate embrace, having a moment to themselves as Laura slept next to them in blissful comfort. They pulled away, the only sound in the room now being the young girl's soft snores and their slightly deeper breaths. (Y/N) settled back down and snuggled into his neck, relishing in his forehead kisses and warmth as she dropped back to sleep.

" Thank fuck for mistletoe." Logan mumbled to himself before he eventually dropped off, feeling the people by his side wrap themselves closer as they all fell into a deep slumber.