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The wedding was nice.
Okay, it was great. Logan can admit that his own wedding day was fucking beautiful. They didn’t really do anything for the wedding itself , just went to a courthouse, trailed by those they decided to share this moment with; Laura, Al, and, of course Wade insisted, Mary Puppins.
Wade did manage to kidnap a tailor from TVA, one that Wade claimed was a ‘total predator’, although the man seemed perfectly professional measuring Logan, probably courtesy of Wade's katana at the man’s back.
Wade somehow managed to convince Logan to get custom made rings; Logan designed them, and Wade got them made. He claimed they were the strongest metal on earth, but when Logan asked, Wade responded, “MCU ain’t ready for that, peanut.” So Logan dropped it, as he does most things when Wade says shit like that.
They kissed, something they have done thousands of times since they met two years ago.
Wade’s hands were soft in Logan’s hair. Logan’s were gently on Wade’s face.
Logan could have cried- he did cry- at the feeling, at being wanted and loved and held softly, at being able to do the same.
Logan hid his face in Wade’s neck as he sniffled, wiping tears on his husband’s- his fucking husband. Holy shit- cheek as Laura and Al hoot and cheer.
“It’s good luck when the husband cries,” Wade had whispered in his ear. “As the bride, I of course can’t cry. It’ll ruin my makeup.” Logan had pulled away laughing at this stupid motherfucker who was the best thing in his fucking life. Wade had grinned, big, his eyes wet as well, that lying bitch, and Logan could only try to kiss him again, both of them still smiling.
They went to the backyard- if you can fucking call it that, Jesus- of the X-mansion. Wade has a talent, apparently, of showing up to the mansion and making people disappear.
“Cheapskates,” Wade had chirped happily when Logan noticed it, the first time he managed to actually go inside the mansion. “Even for you , Peanut. Unbelievable.“
It's the first week in December, with just a dusting of snow on the ground. Wade was the one who decided what the reception was going to look like, so Logan looks around, seeing it for the first time. There's small fires, no bigger than a baseball, hanging from little jars in trees. It should be cold for those without mutations to help with that, but there's something keeping the air comfortably warm. There’s no lights on in the mansion, as if no one is home, but Logan doubts that.
Logan hurts, a little, knowing that somewhere here, somewhere close, are people he loved and lost, but Wade smiles and laughs, and tries to get Logan to dip when they dance, and he doesn’t think of it anymore.
Logan fights against the dip, knowing Wade would drop him, but he smiles. He pulls Wade to him, wrapping his arms around Wade. They slowly stop dancing, just holding each other close. Logan hasn’t really listened to music since maybe the 1960s, and he doesn’t really like whatever shit Wade listens to and decides to play from the speakers, but he doesn’t care. So many good things are happening right now, Logan could not give less of a shit.
Jubilee spins Laura around, and he can hear both their laughter, even over the fireworks that Jubilee creates high in the sky. Ellie has her head against Yukio’s, the two of them swaying. Other couples are dancing, Vanessa with her boyfriend, Peter and his girlfriend- who somehow still is that woman from the TVA, holy shit- while others mingle. Al talks to Neena, Mary luckily sitting in a spot with no snow and no rogue dancing guest stepping on her. Dopinder is talking to Colossus, still in his big fucking metal form.
Logan is so fucking happy. He feels like an idiot, and he doesn’t even care.
“This is so cheesy.” Wade, who also was watching their family, whispers in Logan’s ear.
Logan hums in agreement. He closes his eyes, breathing deep. Wade smells good, the trees around them smell good, the familiar scent of his family is good. “Feels good though, doesn’t it?”
“Oh, baby, you know it does. Call me a fucking fondue over here.”
Logan gently knocks his head against Wade’s. Wade knocks his head back, a bit less gently, and then says, humorously flat, “Ow.”
“Idiot.” Logan kisses Wade.
“Your idiot now, you soppy bitch.” Wade kisses back. “How does it feel that the first and only document that exists for you in this world is your marriage license to Deadpool?”
Logan doesn’t answer, just goes back to kissing Wade, maybe a bit heavier than is acceptable in public, but fuck off, it’s their wedding.
“I don’t think I tell ya enough,” Logan traces his fingers over Wade’s head. “But I’m real glad you kidnapped me when I was drunk.”
Wade throws his head back in surprise, laughing loud and obnoxious, and just so fucking Wade, that Logan can’t help but join in. His laughter is quieter, but no less joyful. Their guests turn to look at them, but Logan can only see Wade.
Logan has a motorcycle, a birthday gift combo from Laura and Wade. Logan had wanted to drive to Yukon like that, Wade holding on behind him, but the other man had loudly and empathetically shot that down.
“Think of my delicate sensibilities.” Wade had moaned.
“You don’t have any.” Logan had replied with a smirk. But he still rents a car, and they head to Canada that way for their honeymoon.
They stop at diners and bars when they get hungry, and motels when they get tired. The motels they get are shitty, mainly because they know that the amount of blood and cum that’ll be on the mattress in the morning in those ones won’t end with the cops getting called on them.
For all that Wade likes to talk, he doesn’t like to talk about his childhood. Logan only knows what province he was born in, nothing more. Wade doesn't mention anything when they drive through it.
Logan accepts that. Who is he to judge?
Logan tells Wade about the things from his past when they reach Alberta; some of it is frankly sad, “I think I died for the first time around here, in my world.”, while others are fun, “Used to be a speakeasy here- got kicked out of it for fuckin’ a guy in the bathroom.”
Wade’s eyes are always wide when Logan talks about his past. Logan thinks it’s cute. He wonders how long Wade is gonna live for before he loses that. It’s a morbid thought, but it’s pleasing, in a way: Logan being able to live so long, Wade living just as long as him, Logan being able to see the changes that causes. It’ll hurt Wade, living the longevity they do, but Logan will be there.
The closer they get into the forests of Yukon, the less they try to stop for motels. They spend nights in the back of the car, although they don’t sleep for most of it.
“Nostalgic.” Wade sings one night, a leg over Logan’s shoulder.
“Less blood this time.” Logan grunts. It’s not his claws in Wade right now.
Wade uses his other leg around Logan’s waist to pull him closer. “Change that for me?”
They aren’t just driving randomly in Canada- There’s a cabin, more ritzy than one would think hidden in the woods, that Logan rented. Wade, for as much as Logan fucking loves him, never checks their bank account. They live in a semi shitty neighborhood in a barely not shitty apartment and they have enough money for this.
When they get to the cabin, Wade somehow manages to lift up Logan bridal style.
“Don’t you fucking drop me.” Logan growls, arms holding onto Wade. He can feel the other man’s knees shake with the weight.
“Fuck you.” Wade smiles. “I could bench you, if I tried. I’m giving you the proper bridal treatment, baby girl.”
Logan laughs at Wade when he loses his balance trying to kick the door open. He stands up, ignores Wade complaining on the steps, and promptly throws him over his shoulder. By the way Wade grabs his ass, he can take it Wade doesn’t mind.
“C’mon, Princess.”
Logan honestly can’t describe the cabin that well; They rarely leave the bedroom.
“It seems so simple, doesn’t it.” Logan mumbles into Wade’s neck, warm and comfortable, in their bed.
“What’s that, Peanut?” Wade asks, sounding as tired as Logan feels.
“Us.” Logan answers. His eyes are closed, and every breath he takes is filled with Wade. “Feels right. Makes sense. S’its simple.”
“Yeah.” Wade agrees. Logan can hear the smile in his voice. “Past all the batshit crazy stuff.”
“You think any of the mes you came across had something like this with you? You can’t be the only one not stuck in the Void.”
“Doubt it.” Wade snuggled deeper into Logan’s arms. “You’re the only one who didn’t kill me on sight. Well, you and the 5 foot version of you.”
“Still don’t believe you.” Logan reminds him, as he always does when Wade mentions that variant of him.
“Maybe for our one year anniversary I’ll break into the TVA and steal a ‘pad, and then you and him can break into me .”
“Uh-huh.” Logan snorts. “Not fuckin’ likely, but keep dreaming.”
“Oh, you know I will, Angel Baby.”
Logan shakes his head lightly, chuckling. He doesn’t respond, and Wade doesn’t say anything more, breathing slowing down, as it always does when he falls sleep.
“I’m the luckiest Wolverine.” Logan says quietly a few minutes later. Wade is probably asleep by now, but Logan still wants to say it.
“Oh, Peanut .” Wade turns around, very much not asleep. Logan opens his eyes in surprise. The looks Wade gives him is horribly familiar, and Logan bets anything that he knows what Wade is about to say. “Round five, right fucking now.”
Knew it.