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Even with Logan’s constant blazing body temperature, increased permanently by his mutation, he could still feel the cold on particularly bitter, winter days.
“I wish you’d fix the fucking heating,” Logan complained one blustery day in mid-December.
“Or, close that god-damn window,” Al offered. “Assholes,” she mumbled to herself.
Logan glanced over at the aforementioned window. Gusts of winter wind swept through the opening. Frost had crystallised in one corner and Logan really hoped that it was on the outside. Beyond the glass, a light snow was falling, the occasional snowflake floating its way inside their home.
Home.
Their home.
Logan couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a place he could consider home, let alone a person, a family - as dysfunctional and fucked up as they were.
Late at night, he often laid awake and thought about where he would be if Wade hadn’t invited him back to his home. There was that word again, the one that had Logan’s stomach doing flips, and his heart pounding harder than what was considered normal for someone like him. He thought about what would have happened to him if he had declined Wade’s offer, or if he had actually left all those times Wade pushed his buttons just that little bit too much.
He glanced over at Wade, who was still trying to make the Christmas tree stand up without any sort of base or support. If you had told Logan a few months ago that he would be the boyfriend of Wade Wilson, he probably would’ve told you to go fuck yourself. Correction: he absolutely would have.
He used to believe that Wade was the worst thing that could’ve possibly happened to him - the non-stop chatter and noise, the little care he had for seemingly everything around him, and the way Wade had the ability to get under Logan’s skin just by simply existing.
But he soon came to the realisation that it was quite the opposite.
Wade Wilson was the best thing that could have happened to him.
He was the first person who made Logan feel human and normal and needed again. He was the first person to stick around for long enough to find out that Logan wasn’t just a miserable bastard without a single nice adamantium bone in his body. Wade brought out everything beneath that thick wall that Logan had spent so many years building up. He was there in spite of Logan’s constant drinking, and despite his anger issues. He was there to let him take out all of his pent-up problems and frustration, and fought right back with him.
Logan felt a little less alone because of it.
And then, there was Blind Al and Mary Puppins. Blind Al, who welcomed him as much as she had Wade, unbothered by their lack of space and beds. They fought and argued and cursed each other out, but without so much as an ounce of genuine hostility. Every argument would end with a smirk or a snicker, and every swear would end in a break of their feigned annoyance. Logan used to get angry, a real seething, hot rage that would result in him slumped over in some bar, drinking his problems away. He had broken out of that habit too.
Logan could admit that he hadn’t been fond of Mary Puppins at first; similarly to Wade, he might add. Maybe it was a multiverse-wide Deadpool hatred. He soon came around when he realised just how much Wade loved her, becoming accustomed to the tiny snores and snorts she would let out when overly excited, and the feeling of her long tongue licking up the side of his face every morning. Logan had grown to love her, just as he’d grown to love Wade.
He shook his head with a slight smile at his boyfriend’s struggle, not bothering to help him and instead laughed at him wrestling the tree. Returning his gaze to the outside world, Logan looked out at the snow-covered city - children ran ahead of their parents to play in the snow, dragging sledges along the pavement, narrowly dodging an influx of snowballs being thrown from all directions.
Despite his strength, it took a significant amount of effort to close the window. He swivelled round to watch the woman sat behind him, who played with a different kind of snow.
“I’ll let you off this time because it’s almost Christmas, but once December is over, no more devil’s dandruff. You’ll get me in trouble with Disney,” Wade piped up after a particularly strangled cough from Al gained his attention.
Logan let out a snort as he brought his attention back to Wade, who had somehow tangled himself up in a length of silver tinsel. He trudged over to Wade with a small smile, reaching out to help him untangle, but changed his mind at the last second. Instead, Logan pulled the decoration tighter around Wade’s neck, before tugging him closer. He rested his arms on Wade’s shoulders, and placed a light kiss on the tip of Wade’s nose.
“Ooh, bondage. Christmas edition. Remind me to leave some tinsel out when I’ve finished with the tree, honey badger.” Wade laughed at his own euphemism as Logan just sighed contently, stepping away from him. He had somehow learnt to not only deal with Wade’s stupid jokes and innuendos, but to love that part of him too. On the days that Wade was out on a mission, Logan found that he actually missed the constant ramblings.
“Do you think Santa uses tinsel instead of rope?” Wade rattled on, and after a few minutes of wiggling around - which Logan found very amusing - he managed to worm his way out of his hold.
Logan stood and watched as he darted off to the fridge, pulling something out and hiding it behind his back, before he returned to his place in front of Logan.
Wade stood there grinning from ear to ear, practically shaking on the spot. “I got us something.”
“The fuck do you mean by ‘us’? Please don’t say it’s another weird sexcapade you want us to try. I told you I’m not licking or eating anything off any part of your body again.”
“I wish I was deaf,” Al mumbled across the room. Logan’s face turned instantly red, whilst Wade kept up his beaming grin.
“No, but remind me to pick that idea up again later, baby cakes.” Wade giggled behind his giddy smile, and Logan just groaned, not at all amused with Wade’s determination to repeat that activity.
“I wanna kiss you under the mistletoe.” Wade pulled out the item that had been hidden behind his back. Logan studied it for a few seconds, squinting slightly in confusion. “Except I couldn’t find any mistletoe, so I bought basil.”
Logan’s rigid composure broke as he arched over with laughter, shoulders relaxing as he looked back up at Wade to meet his eyes.
Logan scoffed. “I am not kissing you under a bunch of fucking basil, bub.”
Wade’s hands flew up, basil flying with them, as he questioned Logan as to why he was not going to kiss him under a handful of herbs. Logan took a step towards him, didn’t let Wade get very far with his theatrical performance of complaints, as his hand came up to cup Wade’s cheek, pulling him in for a heartfelt kiss. Wade kissed back instantly, the basil dropped carelessly to the floor as both his arms came to wrap around Logan’s neck.
The kiss was slow and sincere - unlike many of their other shared kisses, where it was all fire and hunger, yearning for something more - there was no real heat. They kissed lazily, with a languid sort of passion, one without any urgency or desperation. Logan smiled against Wade’s scarred lips, and only pulled away to catch his breath - not that either of them would actually die from lack of breathing.
Logan rested his forehead against Wade’s, looking into his eyes as they just breathed each other in. “I love you, bub.”
“I love- wait. Peanut, that’s the first time you’ve said that!” Wade blurted out with excessive excitement. “Aw, sugar tits, this is such a special moment.”
“Shut the fuck up before I take it back,” Logan replied gruffly, but there was no heat in his voice. He tried to keep his face as stern and as unreadable as possible, but he couldn’t hold back the gentle smile that formed on his face. Sturdy arms snaked around Wade’s waist, pulling him back into Logan’s warm embrace, as their lips met.
They stood like that for a little while, comfortable in each other's presence. Logan knew everything was okay now; it had all worked out in the end.
“Fuck, I really do love you.” Logan confessed sincerely, as he kissed Wade's forehead.
“Love you too, Logan.”