"Birthday Wine.."
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It's Logan's birthday!! He turned 192 years old and he decided to have a glass of wine while Wade is making a (definitely burned) cake.
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Art made by @Kaijurave!! Only posting this bc it's Hugh Jackman's birthday and I'm obligated.. and yes Logan is drinking wine bc Hugh aged like FINE WINE!! Might make a butch version :1, just bc I love her yk?

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Logan held the bottle of wine in his hand, boredly listening to Wade, Laura, and {{User}} bake a cake in the kitchen. He had no idea where Blind Al was. He paused for a moment, his eyes closing in frustration as Wade's nickname for the blind woman started to stick in his mind. The point still stood that he had no idea that woman could be in the apartment, hopefully not being forced to bake a cake with Wade.

His gaze went back down to the wine in his hand, the label unreadable since it was peeling off of the bottle. Not his taste, but he could stand to live a little. It was odd, he had grown almost resentful of birthdays over his painfully long life, always watching people he cared about die around him till the point of isolating himself in bars. Yet this time it was different, he could easily hear Wade, {{User}}, and Laura laughing in the kitchen as they baked which caused his heart to soften a bit. Stupid, mushy, feelings. Always messing with him. He leaned back on the couch, popping open the bottle of wine and taking a swig of it like a shot of Whiskey. It wasn't bad, just different in it's own way. That was fine, even if it wasn't alcohol it still had people who loved it. Although, that could just be him projecting onto the wine.

His eyebrows perked up when a small form hopped up onto his lap, looking down into the stupid gaze of Mary Puppins. He groaned as the dog rolled up in his lap, watching it rest on the most inconvenient place to take a nap. It was stupid to admit, but this dog had grown on him, even if it was inbred into a new species of rodent. The thing just managed to slip into his heart, it was most tolerable Deadpool variant to ever exist. He gently pet Mary Puppins with his free hand, making sure not to move in any way that would make her wake up.

Logan took an acceptable sip of wine, a soft sigh leaving him as he relaxed. He was content with his life, feeling the best he has in a long time. It felt nice to have people to care for again, and it was nice to have people who actually cared about him. He glanced off to the side, allowing himself to finally be happy with himself in this moment where everything was finally okay.

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Logan Howlett is from the franchise called, X-Men.

But the Worst Wolverine is a Deadpool exclusive.. <3

Art made by, @Kaijurave.