#plot buni fics

Logan’s been living with Wade for a little over two months now.

It was quite the change at first, living with someone else. He was suddenly hyper aware of every behavior, like if he exhibited one just a bit too weird he would be kicked out.

And Wade was watching his drinking, to Logan’s surprise. He never let Logan go into withdrawals, but there was nowhere near the same number of beer cans and liquor bottles he was used to drinking in a day lying around.

He does settle in over time, stops worrying about messing something up. And now that he isn’t worrying about his own behaviors, he starts to notice the behavior of his housemates.

Specifically, Wade’s lying.

Every small “I’m fine” comes with hesitation and an increased heart rate. Some days he would act perfectly fine, perfectly normal, but Logan always caught the small winces and groins that came after the sound of bone rubbing against bone. He hid it well, and Logan would’ve never realized how often he was lying about his pain if he couldn’t hear and smell everything going on inside his body.

“Going out, peanut!” Wade walks behind the couch, stopping to give Logan a slight kiss on the head, as he heads towards the door.

As he walks Logan’s ears pick up on that scraping of bones. “You gonna be alright out there, bub?”

Wade gives a light laugh in response. “Of course! Regeneration, remember? I’m immortal, sweetie.”

“Just don’t overwork yourself.” Logan sighs as he takes a drink from the bottle of Jack he was holding.

It’s loud. Really loud.

You had decided to go outside with the students during recess today, just to sit and relax. But now everything was feeling so loud, and the sun is too bright.

This was proving to be the very opposite of relaxing and you needed to get out.

Logan and Jean were on the other side of the courtyard. The kids would be fine without you right now. You just needed to get out of here before you have a full-blown meltdown.

You stand up from the bench you were sitting on and begin to wander off away from everything. The overstimulation has you a bit dizzy and disoriented, but you make do.

You find yourself a spot in the woods on the property, settling against a large tree. It's shaded and much quieter here, the only sound being the occasional chirp of birds and the leaves rustling against each other in the wind.

Finally somewhere safe, you try and guide yourself through deep breaths. It takes a few minutes, but you manage to get your heart down to a more regular pace. Calmer now, you decide to take a bit just to wait, take the time to enjoy the nature around you.

---

You're not sure how long it's been, that you've just been sitting there, when you hear someone calling your name. You stir a bit, looking around for the source. You realize it's Logan when he shouts a second time. You call back out to him in response.

"There ya are." He says, half to himself, as he spots you. "Had the kids and Ororo worried." He sits down beside you.

"Sorry." You shrug.

"So what's got you out here, bub?"

"Just a bit too much going on..."

He huffs a bit. "Yeah, the world can be a bit much." You give a slight nod in response.

Stupid Logan. Stupid Wolverine. Stupid immortality and stupid fucking pain.

Sometimes Wade wished he had never went through that stupid last hope program. He could’ve spent the last few months of his suddenly very short life with Vanessa. That short moment of a lot of pain might have been better to an eternity of aching bones and sore muscles.

But he was here now, and there was no undoing it. No getting better. Never believe someone when they tell you they have the cure for cancer, kids. That’s how you a get a shitty fucked up body that now requires the cancer to keep on kicking.

No. Wade doesn’t want to think about all this right now. Something else, anything else. He needs to get out of this house.

He forces his brain to move on, forces his body out the door, starting with just random words, heading in some direction, trying to push out the subconscious thinking, he just lets his feet guide him. Eventually it works, as his ruminating on a life that could’ve been shifts to a deep analysis of his favorite food places and ranking them.

He doesn’t realize he’s walked on down to Sister Margaret’s until a drink is set in front of him, a shot glass topped with whipped cream. “On the house. You look like you need it.” Weasel’s leaning over the counter, looking just beyond Wade to keep an eye on everyone.

The merc murmurs a soft thanks before downing it. “Got anything for me today?”

Weasel shrugs. “Nothing you’d be interested in.”

“I’m feeling generous. Asshole father someone wants beaten up? Neighbor that has his eye on a bedroom window?”

Wade spends most of the day out, completing a few small jobs just to keep his mind off of things. When his body starts hurting a bit too much to keep up, he switches to just sitting at the bar, drinking.

Eventually Weasel has to cut him off, tell him to go home. Wade fights back at first, resists and refuses to leave, but Weasel says he can’t serve Wade anymore, both for legal reasons and out of concern. Wade calls Dopinder to bring him home, where Logan is still missing from.

Logan’s siting on the couch with a beer and some Spanish romance drama he and Wade had been watching together, when he hears Wade coming down, heading to the kitchen.

He had spent the previous day sleeping, and when he did wake up, could barely move. He had wanted to talk with him, but Wade had a bad headache and they both knew Logan had a tendency to get loud, so he put it off.

But now that he was up, walking about…

“Wade.” Logan looks at him, standing up from the couch. The merc’s shoulders are tensed, nearly touching his ears. “Ya can’t keep doing this to yourself.”

Wade laughs. It’s awkward and dry and just feels unnatural. “Doing what?” He forces his shoulders down as he rifles through the kitchen. “Having chips for lunch?” He grabs a bag of potato chips. Whether it’s simply to emphasize his point or he genuinely wants them, Logan isn’t too sure. He leans against the counter as he opens it and starts shoving them into his mouth. “Didn’t think you’d be so cruel as try and deprive a man of his snacks, peanut. I mean, I don’t have to worry about the health risks or-”

Logan growls. Wade flinches. He finally looks right at Logan, swallowing the rest of what’s in his mouth.

“That’s the fuckin’ problem!” Logan can feel his claws threatening to pop out. He has to focus on relaxing the muscles in his arms just to keep them in. “You don’t worry about any risk!”

“I’m a cockroach, it’s n-”

“I’m getting tired of you hurting yourself like this! It’s fucking stressful a-”

“Then maybe you should just leave, if it’s stressing you out so much!”

Logan barely even thinks about it, doesn’t considers his next words, as he responds with a “Maybe I should.” And of course now that he’s said it, he has to follow through. He slams the door shut behind him, taking off down the street.

“Don’t worry, I’ll light our way.” Brightney steps out of the elevator just after the lights shut down, her light illuminating the area around her. The toons gather around her light, slowly making their way through the large basement that lies deep beneath the center.

They start their usual routine, going around the floor and working on the machines. Finn pushes the valve, watching as the thick, black ichor slowly filled the machine. He only stops to check around a corner.

It’s too dark to see anything, of course. But even during the blackouts it still brings a bit comfort.

He lets out a small sigh, and heads back to the extractor he was working on.

“H-Hello?”

Finn stumbles back as he’s met with the shattered image of himself, nearly tripping on his own tail.

Glisten stands in front of him. He looks like he’s about to start crying any minute. His black stained hands are tied together with the pink ribbon he once wore around his handle, which is now broken in half and held together only by the ichor that has overtaken him.

Finn takes a step back, glancing around for the best route to slip away, preparing to run but-

“Wait!” Glisten holds his hands out. “Please…”

“Y-You can talk…?” So far none of their former friends had been able to utter a word. Ichor did something to them. Twisted toons so far seemed only able to chase and destroy, nearly every resemblance of their former selves disappearing.

Glisten nods, murmuring another “please.”

It’s so bizarre to see him like this. Glisten was not the kind to resort to begging like this. He barely said please at all before, and he certainly never would have said it to Finn. (Unless it was accompanied by “stop” or “get away from me”)

“Don’t leave me alone…” He pleads.

Finn nods. “Alright, for *shore*.” Glisten only gives him a wobbly smile in response. He doesn’t even annoyedly sigh at the joke.

Finn begins to just wander around with Glisten, figuring one of his friends that he arrived with would finish extracting for him. They idly talk to each other, but Finn feels like it’s all off. Normally he and Glisten wouldn’t even be near each other this long, much less without being yelled at. It’s nice, but it’s not Glisten.

Soon enough though the last extractor is finished and the elevator begins to open.

Glisten immediately starts crying, the same inky liquid covering his body spilling from his eye. “No… No, don’t go!”

“I-I have to…” Finn looks at the elevator. “B-But maybe you-”

“You’re trying to abandon me again! I won’t let you!” Glisten strains against the ribbon around his hands as his eye grows a darker red. Finn backs up, trying to get away.

Goob’s claws wrap around his waist just as Glisten tries to attack. “Are you alright?”

The sky is a dark navy blue when Logan gets back to the small house they live in. Logan’s cooled off, anger dissipated. He’s not sure if he wants to be angry or not right now. Right now he’s filled with the guilt of his earlier words, the fact he had actually left. It feels awful, having this horrible feeling gnawing at his mind. He needs to get in and apologize to Wade.

As he gets close to the house however, before he can even reach for the door knob, something all too familiar penetrates his senses.

The smell of blood, acrid and metallic, sharp on his nose.

He jerks the door open, follows the scent to the bathroom which has fortunately been left unlocked, finds Wade sitting on the floor surrounded in a puddle of his own blood, and he reeks of the smell of alcohol. One of his legs is cut off, just a few inches away, and a knife from the kitchen lying right beside it.

Wade looks up at him for only a second, then stares down at the floor. But it’s enough for Logan to see the tears and snot covering his face. “What the fuck, Wade…” He sighs as he sits down next to him, only slightly bothered by the blood soaking into his pants.

He takes a sip from the bottle beside him. “The alcohol… Stops the pain…” He leans his head back and stares blankly at the ceiling. “Can’ have dat…”

“So you cut off your own damn leg?” He almost growls it out. The only answer he gets is a shrug of Wade’s shoulders. “You can’t- Wade. Stop hurting yourself.”

Wade glances up at him, meets his eyes for a split second, before he starts crying.

There’s barely any sound, just small hiccups between shuddering breaths. But it racks through his entire body, makes him shake and tremble. He can barely get his hands up to wipe at his face.

Logan sighs, looking at the blood soaked into Wade’s clothes. “C’mon.” He stands, careful not to slip, and starts filling the bathtub. “You need to get cleaned up.” He picks up Wade who, to Logan’s relief, doesn't try and fight back, instead opting to grapple at his shirt and hold on tight.

He sits on the edge of the tub as he works on removing Wade’s clothes. He’s concerning quiet. No jokes about taking him out on a date first or anything.

It’s so out of place for Wade, so different from his normal chatty self. Wade might have even been extra chatty here, talking and talking and talking to cover up his feelings and try and make everything less awkward.

But he doesn't utter a word. Not a single thing. It’s terrifying.

He gets Wade into the bathtub, the blood on him already beginning to swirl in to the water and turn it a pink color that personally makes Logan feel sick. He can only be grateful for Wade’s healing factor right now, the only thing stopping the water from turning completely red.

He lets Wade wash himself up while he cleans the floor. He does his best to get the blood gone, having to go through a couple towels to do it, but he figures he can just bleach them later.

He ends up getting more blood on himself in the process however. His hands are covered with it by the time he's done. So he gets into the bath himself when Wade gets out.

He waits for Logan, sitting naked on the toilet seat with his head in his hands. He seems like he's about to fall asleep though, barely able to kick his legs or keep his eyes open.

Logan hurries up then carries Wade out. Once their dressed he gets Wade laid down in bed, and its only then that Wade finally speaks again.

Logan is just getting up to leave, but a hand grasps his wrist tightly. “Please… Don't leave… Not again…” His voice is quiet, raspy, sore. He sounds like he's about to start crying again.

Logan sighs and sits down once more, laying down when Wade makes grabby hands at him. “I’m not… I'm never leaving bub.” He wraps his arms around him, pulling him close, gently stroking the back of his head as he nuzzles into his neck.

Wade makes a content noise.

She hates being a mutant. Hates, hates, hates it! It came with so many problems that probably no one knows how to solve. Like just how loud the world really was.

Lily-Anne’s always been sensitive to sound. Always seemed to hear a bit more than others. It was awful.

But now? Now she really could, and it sucked ass. Not to mention the smells. Grass, asphalt, the rubber of the balls being passed around, and about three dozen sweaty kids.

She feels like crying. Or screaming. And as the kids around her continue on with their games, making so many noises that she just can’t stand, she needs to get away.

She gets up from where she was sitting on the side of the basketball court and runs, hands covering the two round ears on the sides of her head that were ruining her life. She can already hear the kids whispering about her, probably laughing and making fun of her. Like all the other kids at her old school did.

She’s glad the property of the mutant school is so big. It’s easy to get far away from everything. Easy to just find a spot far away and tuck her small body between the branches of a tree.

It’s only when she knows no one can hear or see her that she lets herself cry.

---

Lily-Anne’s calmed down a bit, her sobs and crying now quiet sniffles and tears slowly running down her face. Just a few more minutes to pull herself together, and she’ll get back to class.

Footsteps. Getting closer. Heavy. Smells like leather and smoke.

She turns her head, seeing one of the professor’s approaching. Wolverine, if she remembers correctly. She’s never directly interacted with him before, but she always hears kids talking about him and how cool he is.

He stops beneath the tree and looks up, right at her. She tries to obscure herself more. “Lily-Anne. That’s your name, right?”

Shit. She’s going to get yelled at. Of course she is, how could she think for a moment that she could just run off and hope to simply sneak back in. She’s so stupid, of course this was going to happen. Sooner or later she always got yelled at for having running off, or having one of her tantrums, or both.

The tears start again. Lily presses herself up against the trunk of the tree, her spotted tail wrapped tightly around her waist. “D-Don’t yell at me… Please…”

“I’m not going to yell at you, bub.” Wolverine’s voice is rough and raspy, but it’s also gentle, calm. “Come on down, I have somethin’ for ya.”

Lily looks over to him, slowly revealing herself from her hiding spot, and thinks it over for a moment before deciding to come down. She climbs out onto one of the branches and prepares to slide off of it. “Need any help there?” She shakes her head, then drops down, landing on her hands and knees.

She looks up at Wolverine, whose pulling a hand out of his pocket. Now that she’s this close, he’s a lot bigger than Lily first thought.

“Here.” He holds out a pair of earplugs to her. She looks at them for a moment, glances up at Wolverine, before quickly moving to grab them. “There’s some mutations that are more common than others. Like enhanced senses. Hank’s been tryna find something to help mutants like us. Those aren’t perfect, but he’s gotten it down pretty damn well.”

She places them in, cringing slightly at the feeling, but once she gets settled, all the background noise disappears. She can only just make out what Wolverine’s saying through the earplugs. She takes them back out, her ears flicking automatically. “Thanks.”