#wade's obsession with logan is a thing across the multiverse

[mischievous-thunder]

Wade daydreaming about Logan before meeting his Logan:

Wade after spending a few days with his Logan:

Bonus:

"Hey! When I want your opinion I'll take Wolverine's dick out of your mouth!"

[monimccoythings]

By Any Means

Oooh this took so long, but I wanted it to be a bit darker. I hope reader beats the shit out of this asshole (affectionate). Next chapter, the inevitable confrontation.

tw: Logan is a bit delusional (He's a man in love y'all); brief dark!logan, implied manipulative!Logan (this preening slut needs to be taught that actions have consequences), implied harm to a child, female reader, murder.

Logan has turned visiting his former universe into an habit; he makes sure to be extra careful, though, because Wade, as stupid and childish as he is, has proven to be way smarter than he pretends to be. The last thing he needed was the Merc with a Mouth doing what he did best and fucking everything up.

Also, he didn't want to put into jeopardy the universe they had fought so hardly to save. His new home needed an anchor and he had to make sure he didn't leave for too long before it started collapsing again.

During his visits, Logan makes sure to always wear the suit. He doesn't want his daughter's first memory of him to be 'the creepy guy who's staring at us across the street'.

He'll admit that his interest borders on obsession and stalking. He knows by heart your schedules, knows which places you frequent, where do you usually like to eat and who do you regularly interact with.

There are times when he comes at night, just to watch you sleep and keep guard over you. Just watching you sleep peacefully is enough for him to put him into a better mood after a long and tiring day of dealing with Wade and his 'jobs'.

As much as he repeats it to himself, Logan finds it hard to believe that he has had a daughter with you, because he knows that's his daughter. He could smell her all the way back from where he was posted. She was his. You were his.

He knows you know he's there. He tried to be discreet to not stress you more than necessary, but it seemed that just seeing him the other day was enough to put you on edge.

He refused to ignore how much that burned him.

Logan knew it was a terrible idea to keep holding on to that thought, that faint hope that he could just walk back into your life and become a happy big family again. He had hurt you pretty badly and he was sure that given the chance, he would hurt his little one, Ava, too.

But he couldn't walk away. He just couldn't.

He craved those moments with you. He desired them more than he had ever desired anything in his 200 hundred years of life. It was an addiction. If there was something he wanted more than watch those sweet moments from afar was to be a part of them.

He wanted to take his daughter to school and take you to work before going to his own place. He wanted to prepare and then eat meals with you two, clean the dishes together, watch a movie together as a family. He wanted to put his kid to bed, read her a bedtime story and give her a goodnight kiss.

He wanted to make love to you so desperately he wouldn't stop until he was sure you were nice and full with cub number two. Mark up your body over and over again, with his tongue, teeth and scent, memorizing each one of your newfound curves. He wanted to pamper you, kiss you, tell you how much he loved you and how much you meant to him.

A memory crossed his brain like a sharp knife. Your tears, your accusations, your fearful expression when you felt his claws against your neck and when you saw him again after his ten year long absence.

What kind of husband did that?

What kind of man tortured his wife like that, completely ignoring how the situation was affecting her too?

What kind of husband and father abandoned his family for ten years to get drunk and kill without control?

How could he face you again. No matter how good he had done in Wade's universe, he still had hurt you in this one. And no amount of multiverse savings would ever erase that.

A laughter pulled him out from those dark thoughts. You were making cupakes together, well, what you were actually making was a mess, parts of the dough had gotten stuck to you hairs and your faces and clothes were stained with flour. Yet, it was the happiest he had seen you in a long time. Once again, he was overcome with a deep feeling of longing.

Ten years.

Ten fucking years drowning in shame and self hate.

The horror at his own actions and he disgust he felt towards himself had prevented him from checking on you all those years back. At that time he had thought that it was probably the best for you. He was too broken and fucked up. A dangerous man who only brought death and misery to everyone around him.

Now he saw what a big mistake that decision bad been.

But, what if.-

An even more dangerous idea than the one that had led him there in the first place started to take form in his mind.

He couldn't bring back all those memories he had missed. But he could make new ones. He could make up for the lost time, there could be a small chance he could make up for all the grief he had brought you.

The more he thought about it, the less hare-brained it seemed for him and the bigger his determination grew.

It was settled then.

You two would go back with him

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He didn't have the fucking slightest idea about what he was doing. The only thing he knows is that he's going to get inside that house and take you with him back to his new universe whetever you wanted it or not. He knows it's risky, dangerous even; but sometimes the biggest rewards come at the expense of taking the biggest risks.

He spends the next few days walking around your neighbourhood during daytime, letting anybody who's interested know that public enemy number one was prowling around those streets.

Soon, his actions started to come to fruition. The mistrusting and very anti mutant locals started coming out less from the safety of their homes and there seemed to be more police patrols than usual

The seed had been planted. Now he just needed to water it.

The next step of his plan was the hardest and most difficult for him, but it was a necessary evil to achieve his goals. It started as a small rumor, but soon it became a well known fact that the wife of The Wolverine and his supposed spawn were currently residing in that building.

What was once small whispers soon became a roaring clamor of rage and vengeance. He knew he was deliberately putting you and your child in danger, but no harm would come to you. Not as long as he was there. He wouldn't allow it.

Right now. Logan needed to be patient. All the parts of his plan had been completed flawlessly, the only thing left to do was sit and wait. Wait for the inevitable moment when shit would hit the fan.

He didn't need to wait long.

As always, cowards striked in the dark of the night.

He smelled them before he even saw them. He could hear the rage in their heartbeats, the resentment. Their desire for vengeance. Logan felt that molotov cocktail before it was even thrown through your window. That was his clue to take action.

He barged his way in through the crowd and into the building. Screams of terror mixed with those of anger. He rammed into them like a raging bull, but always being careful to not unsheathe his claws. As much as he desired to, he promised himself he wouldn't let his protective rage blind him from his goal.

But promises were meant to be broken after all.

Specially if there was some idiot at your door with a broken bottle trying to forcefully let himself in while there was an alarmingly amount of smoke coming out your apartment.

He found some pride in saying that at least it was quick and painless, or he hoped so. The guy didn't saw his claws coming through his neck and jaw, and in a blink, he dropped to the ground like a ragdoll. Logan didn't bother with formalities after that, with a kick he bursted the door opened and frantically searched for you and the child.

The fire had spread so quickly, from just one molotov, the thick smoke was clouding his enhanced sense of smell and made his eyes water through the mask. He squinted through the room until his sensitive ears caught the rythmic beating of two hearts.

Scared. They sounded scared.

He needed to act fast.

He found you in a semi crouching position in the bathroom, unconscious, but alive. Using your own body as a shield to protect your child. You two looked so defenseless, so helpless without someone who would take care of you properly.

His heart filled with a mixture of love, grief and guilt.

This would be the last time you suffered because of him. He swore on that. He was here now and he would protect you from any harm.

You three were going to be a family.

You were going home.