Fated || Deadpool x wolverine x m!reader

8

Hours passed in a blur of orders, loud music, and the occasional flirtatious customer trying to get your number. You politely declined every time, keeping your focus on the mission.

When you finally spotted the target—an older man in a sharp suit surrounded by bodyguards, you casually reached for your walkie-talkie, murmuring a quiet alert to your team.

Minutes later, the "boss" disappeared, his worried-looking bodyguards trailing after him. Then the confirmation came through your earpiece. "Target neutralized. Resume as normal."

You let out a quiet breath, slipping the walkie-talkie back into your pocket. One more job done.

As the night wore on and the crowd thickened, a strange sensation crept over you, a prickling awareness, like being watched.

Your sharp eyes scanned the room, landing on two figures tucked near the back of the club. They weren't trying to blend in, not really. One of them was wearing a leather jacket over flannel, his stocky build unmistakable. The other was hard to miss in red and black, even in the dim lighting.

Wade and Logan.

You stiffened, pretending not to notice them. Maybe if you ignored them long enough, they'd leave.

But the weight of their gazes didn't waver. It settled heavy on you, the bond humming faintly in the background.

When you couldn't take it anymore, you slipped into the staff-only room, letting the door click shut behind you.

When your shift finally ended, you returned to the staff room to grab your things. You opened the door, stepping inside—

And froze.

Wade and Logan were there. Together.

And very much making out.

Wade's hands were tangled in Logan's hair, while Logan's strong hands gripped Wade's waist, pulling him close. Neither of them even noticed you at first, too absorbed in each other.

"You guys should not be here," you blurted.

Wade broke the kiss, grinning over his shoulder at you like you'd just walked in on a surprise party he'd planned. "Hey, hottie! Fancy meeting you here!"

Logan's face was buried in Wade's shoulder, but you caught the start of a smirk before he turned away to hide it.

"See, Peanut!" Wade exclaimed, ruffling Logan's hair. "I told you he'd feel it!"

"Feel what?" you demanded, your tone sharper than intended.

Wade ignored the question for a moment, kissing the top of Logan's head with dramatic flair. The bond hummed in your chest, stronger now, pulsing with emotion and something else.

Heat bloomed in your gut as another wave of arousal flowed through the bond. You took a deep breath, trying to shake it off, but it lingered, curling around your senses.

Wade turned back to you, his grin widening. "Well, now at least we know our bonds aren't platonic! I mean, we knew ours wasn't—" he gestured to himself and Logan, who tightened his grip on Wade's waist, "—but now we know it's all of us! Isn't that exciting?"

You blinked, your brain struggling to process his words. "Wait—what?"

Wade wagged a finger at you. "Nope! No denial! You felt it, I felt it, Flannel over here felt it."

Logan groaned, muttering something under his breath, but he didn't let go of Wade.

You stared at them and crossed your arms. "This is ridiculous."