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I think it's really interesting that as a fandom for DP&W (specifically in fanfic) that we collectively decided that OG Wolverine is currently dead when Worst Wolvie comes to the universe when that's just.. wrong. (It's not y'all's fault the timeline makes no sense in that movie though)
Logan takes place in 2029 while DP&W is set in 2024. Paradox himself even says 'Logan's death sent ripples down the timeline' and DP definitely uses one of their iPad thingies to travel through time to get to Logan's bones.
I mean it's certainly more convienient (and would actually make more sense) that OG Logan would be dead. But I really wish there were more fics that explored other options.
Because Option A.) OG Wolverine is still alive, meets Worst Wolvie and DP and is utterly confused and borderline disgusted that his alternative self and Deadpool are fucking dating. I just think it would be hilarious to see him react to DP and Worst Wolvie's relationship. It would also be funny And angsty to see Worst Wolvie react to OG Wolvie. I think it would make him feel so much worse about what happened in his universe (This Wolverine is a hero, why couldn't he be?). I could also see a lot of jealousy happening because Wade obviously hero worships his Universe's Wolverine, and maybe Worst Wolvie thinks he's just a replacement or a substitute for the Wolverine Wade can't have but actually wants (although this is definitely not true).
Option B.) Would be having Worst Wolverine *replace* the current Wolverine. This doesn't make a lot of sense with in universe rules but here me out. OG Wolvie disappears when Worst Wolvie enters their timeline. The X-Men beg Worst Wolverine to become an X-Men, to rejoin their team since it's technically his fault they're missing their Wolverine. But Worst Wolvie would struggle so much with that, would probably refuse and want to stay with Wade. He would probably be scared to rejoin them, terrified of repeating history and not being able to protect them again. He would also feel so guilty saying no, though, because clearly this Universe's Wolverine was a hero, someone everyone looked up to and needed, and Worst Wolvie views himself as a failure, a monster. He can't live up to that AND his precense got rid of their Wolverine. It would be so angsty and just *mwah*.
I want to write some fics with these concepts but I just wanted to put this out here because I really want to hear what other's thoughts are or maybe encourage people to write some fics of their own based on this because I would love to read them! Or if anyone does have any fics where OG Wolverine isn't dead post DP&W please link me them so I can read them!
don’t ask me to explain i just know in my heart that i’m right
I do draw traditionally (sometimes)
I just realized that the tva recognize wolverine right away as soon as he entered
which means that he was the only one who wore a yellow suit out of all timelines
meaning he’s the only wolverine with good fashion sense
Brad Winderbaum: Agatha All Along brought in a HUGE, new wave of marvel fans!!!
The new fans in question:
wade sacrificed himself for logan because he saw that deep down logan didn’t want to. the old logan would’ve done it without a second thought. he wanted to die, he thought he deserved to die. but wade taught him how to love, and showed him love in return. that’s what makes it so much more heartbreaking.
when logan finally felt like he wanted to live for the first time in years, he had to die. he had to die for the reason he wanted to live.
"Say hi to your friends for me." "Say hi to my friends for me, peanut."
IM SOBBING WADE IS SACRIFICING HIMSELF FOR HIS LOVED ONES TO LIVE AND LOGAN IS SACRIFICING HIMSELF BECAUSE HE FINALLY FOUND A LOVED ONE TO LIVE FOR
"Say hi to your friends for me." "Say hi to my friends for me, peanut."
IM SOBBING WADE IS SACRIFICING HIMSELF FOR HIS LOVED ONES TO LIVE AND LOGAN IS SACRIFICING HIMSELF BECAUSE HE FINALLY FOUND A LOVED ONE TO LIVE FOR
sorry to say this but… wade and logan are just two sides of the same traumatised, dented, self loathing coin
get yourself someone who looks at you the way logan looks at wade
who is going to be the deadpool to my wolverine this halloween
Logan who slowly lets himself slip into his animalistic traits once he’s dating Wade and feels safe. And knows nothing will put Wade off. Logan who purrs while he’s eating a good meal, who purrs to self-sooth, who purrs while laying in Wade’s lap.
Logan who gently bunts his head to Wade’s in the morning, or when he’s greeting him. Logan who rolls over on to their back to show his sense of security, and playfully smacks Wade’s hands away when he goes to give him belly rub until he lets himself accept them.
Logan who gives Wade a few loving licks to his hands, neck and face.
Wade who play fights with Logan, and understands that because of their predator-prey instincts Logan will oscillate between acting aggressive and acting submissive, and he adapts accordingly. Logan gets what Wade calls the ‘zoomies’ which when he wants to play fight with Wade, and Wade always knows cos he looks at him with wide, slow blinking eyes and he gives him a playful bow, think puppy pose in yoga.
Wade who only lightly teases him on the stuff that aren’t to with his traits and finds it funny that Logan loves morning walks with him as much as Puppins, and the he’s always putting the lead on Puppins and they always get coffee for them and a puppuccino for Puppins. He calls it walk and treat time.
Wade who doesn’t mind that Logan clings to his side at the parties he throws and hides in Al’s bedroom when it gets overwhelming.
Logan who has a big stretch every morning, where his claws come out as he stretches.
Wrapped in Him
Synopsis: After a long day of work, Logan returns to the cabin expecting the usual quiet, but instead, he finds you fast asleep in his leather jacket. The sight—and the way you’ve wrapped yourself in his scent—stirs something warm and tender in him. As he watches you nestled in the firelight, Logan is reminded of the quiet, unexpected comfort of having someone who feels like home.
Warnings: None, just pure fluff! Hope you enjoy kits <3 Also this is Lumberjack! Logan
The cabin was steeped in a cozy hush when Logan walked through the door, boots scuffing against the wooden threshold. Outside, the wind howled faintly through the pines, but inside, the crackle of the fire and the faint aroma of woodsmoke wrapped the space in warmth.
He kicked off his boots, rolling his shoulders to ease the day’s work from his muscles. The scent of the forest clung to his flannel shirt—pine sap, freshly split logs, and the ever-present, faint tang of cigars lingering in his jacket. Except, his jacket wasn’t hanging by the door where he’d left it.
Logan frowned, scanning the room, and then he spotted it. There it was, draped over your small frame as you curled up in the oversized armchair near the fire.
His frown melted into something softer.
You were fast asleep, your legs tucked beneath you and his heavy leather jacket cocooned around your shoulders. The rich brown leather swallowed you whole, the sleeves falling limp past your hands. One sleeve hung over the arm of the chair like an afterthought, while the other was pulled snug around your body.
He stepped closer, careful to keep his heavy footsteps quiet on the wooden floor. As he approached, the mix of scents became undeniable: the worn leather of his jacket mingled with the smoky remnants of his favorite cigars, all blending into something entirely him. The way you clutched the collar close to your face, your fingers resting there as though it brought you comfort, made something warm settle deep in his chest.
Logan crouched beside you, his knees groaning slightly from the long day’s work. Gently, he brushed a strand of hair from your face, his calloused fingers light against your skin. The firelight painted your features in golden hues, soft and serene, your lips parted slightly in sleep.
You stirred under his touch, murmuring something he couldn’t quite make out, and shifted deeper into the chair, burying your nose into the jacket’s collar. A faint smile pulled at your lips as you sighed, clearly content.
“Damn thief,” Logan muttered, his voice barely above a whisper, though there was no trace of irritation—just warmth and a trace of amusement.
Leaning in, he pressed a kiss to your forehead, lingering just long enough to breathe in the faint scent of your shampoo beneath the leather and smoke. It was grounding, soothing in a way he’d never admit out loud.
When he pulled back, he took a moment to simply watch you, his sharp eyes softening as the firelight flickered across your peaceful expression. The way you’d stolen his jacket—without so much as a word—was such a small thing, but it hit him harder than he’d ever expect. You didn’t just wear his jacket. You wore him, and you looked so at home in it that the thought made his heart ache in the best way.
Shaking his head, Logan grabbed the throw blanket from the back of the couch and draped it carefully over you, tucking it in where the jacket didn’t quite cover.
“You’re lucky it looks better on you,” he whispered, his lips twitching into a quiet smile.
Straightening, he ran a hand through his thick hair, his fingers lingering on the back of his neck as he turned toward the kitchen. He still smelled faintly of pine and cigars, but now, there was something sweeter in the air.
Tomorrow, he’d tease you about it, maybe pull the jacket off your shoulders just to watch you fuss and steal it right back. But tonight, he’d let you keep it. After all, it suited you.
And so did being his.