And you may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful wife

[spideyguy]

The morning is largely the same. Well, sort of. It sounds the same. Same old New York traffic, the bustle of the city outside Wade's window. The room, however - it's very different. The walls are painted a light blue, covered in photos - mostly of Wade, actually, although there are some flowers, or pictures of the city. Interspersed are items clearly of Wade's influence - a ratty Star Wars poster, newspaper clippings of the funniest headlines - and so on.

Peter stretched, humming quietly as he opened his eyes. A moment to fumble for his glasses - on a real night stand, no less, because there's a real bed in the room, too - and he smiled at the man sleeping next to him. This Peter was far more relaxed than Wade's probably ever had the privilege to see. He's also not wearing a shirt, or pants, down to just his boxers and apparently alright with it.

"Rise and shine, lazy," Peter poked Wade's side before flopping obnoxiously on his chest and peppering his face with kisses. "Come on, get up, you promised you'd help me today - "

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[spideyguy]

Peter's Wade had lived a rough life. Not nearly as rough as this Wade, of course, but more than rough enough. Shitty childhood, shittier adulthood, culminating in a horrific accident. Wade didn't like talking about it - Peter didn't even have the full story. But Wade had money - plenty to live comfortably - from the settlement. Without Peter, the other version of him had drifted in self-loathing. And then there was light, right?

"This is the part where you offer to don the bikini." Peter reminded him, tilting his head up to kiss the tip of Wade's nose. "And I say, only in my wildest dreams."

Oh Wade. You are so wrong about so many things.

[beaarthur]

Peter was always the light in the darkness for Wade. Apparently being in a different universe didn't change that either.

"Oh I guess I missed my cue. Whoops!" The little nose smooch was so endearing that Wade had to lean down and do the same to Peter. "I'm sure we can make that a reality eventually." He was surprised it hadn't happened already. Peter would get home from work and there would be Wade lounging on the couch like a creeper in the slave Leia bikini.

He would have to agree.

[spideyguy]

Not a single universe where they aren't fated, Wade.

"Oh, don't worry, I'll get you one for Christmas," Peter laughed when Wade kissed his nose back, unprecedentedly happy. Seriously, Wade's Peter? He'd never smiled like this. Maybe he couldn't. "You think they sell a strip-away Han Solo costume?"

[beaarthur]

If only Wade could just realize that. Maybe he wouldn't be such a hot mess all the time.

"Oho! Well now you took the surprise out of it, baby boy. If I don't see the bikini this Christmas, I'm going to be so sad." Wade hugged Peter to him tightly, burying his face in the side of his neck and breathing deeply. This person. This was the perfect person. Right here. "I can make it if they don't. Because this needs to be a reality."

[spideyguy]

Oh, he'd still be a hot mess. But a hot mess with a purpose.

"I've never disappointed you at Christmas. If it's not the bikini, it's because it's something better." Peter promised, quirking a brow. "You can make a Leia bikini? Since when are you a metallurgist too? Dude."

Peter laughed, rubbing his cheek against Wade's. "Babe that tickles."

[beaarthur]

His stomach did flips as his mind combed over the thought of Christmas with Peter. There was a part of him that wanted that domesticity with him more than anything. "I have a lot of talents, Petey." Using tin foil to form the bikini and spray painting it gold wasn't going to work, Wade.

"Oh, really?" Wade immediately snuffled against the other man's neck, huffing a little and rubbing his nose against the juncture, grinning.

[spideyguy]

"Uh huh. Starting to think you're a miracle man. My miracle man," Peter corrected, tracing his fingers over Wade's jaw idly. No, it wouldn't work, but a shitty replica would certainly get Peter to laugh. Either way, Wade was getting laid, so was it really a loss?

"Yes!" Peter smacked at him, the force behind it very human, not at all enhanced. He certainly was just normal Peter Parker. "Stop, stop Wade - !"