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this is so cutesy

AHHH i cannot get Logan out of my brain!! Would love to see your take on Logan and f!readers wedding day! Maybe what the first few years of “normal life” would be? a child maybe? do they own a farm with. bunch of animals? i’m curious on what you’d think!

Hell yeah ma'am.

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꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶

How would an after-marriage life be with logan

X fem!reader!

Notes: nothing just my little boy logan

💐 Wedding Day:

The sun sets low over a quiet, secluded outdoor venue, the sky painted in soft oranges and pinks. It’s a small ceremony—intimate, private—just family and close friends.

No grand spectacle, just the kind of love that doesn’t need an audience to be real.

Logan isn’t a man who gets nervous. He’s been through firefights, ambushes, war zones. But standing in front of a mirror, adjusting his tie? This might be the most terrifying thing he’s ever done.

Merrick claps him on the back. “Relax, Walker. She’s not running anywhere.”

“Yeah,” kick smirks, “but you might if you don’t stop fidgeting.”

Logan rolls his eyes but tightens his grip on the ring box anyway.

The only moment of pure calm comes when Elias walks in. He doesn’t say much—he doesn’t have to. Just a firm hand on Logan’s shoulder and a simple:

“Your mother would’ve loved this.” 😔😔😔 anyways

The venue is small, intimate, peaceful. A clearing surrounded by trees, where the golden hour sun filters through the branches. There’s no over-the-top décor, no extravagant flourishes—just a love that’s strong enough on its own.

He stands tall, hands clasped in front of him, but you can see the tension in his jaw.

Then he sees you. And for a moment, everything else blurs.

His grip loosens.

His heartbeat slows.

Everything makes sense.

how would he not when you're wearing this dress that is giving the final bride who would ever wear something like that🥺🥺 im sorry

He’s already halfway smiling, eyes locked on you like you’re the only thing keeping him grounded.

exchanging vows, Logan’s never been good with words, but when it’s time for vows, he doesn’t stumble. He doesn’t overthink. He just speaks.

“I never thought I’d get a life outside of war. I didn’t think I deserved one.”

“But then there was you.”

“You gave me a reason to want more. To believe that after everything, I could still have something good. Someone good.”

“You were my peace when I didn’t know what that felt like. And now, you’re my forever.”

His voice is steady, but his hands tremble when he slides the ring onto your finger. Not out of fear—but because this is real.

When you say your vows, Logan holds onto every word. He doesn’t look away, doesn’t shift in place. Just soaks in every syllable, like he’s memorizing the way forever sounds.

When it’s time to kiss the bride, he doesn’t hesitate. It’s deep, slow, the kind of kiss that says everything words can’t.

And when the reception rolls around? It’s warm, loud, full of life.

Logan isn’t much of a dancer, but he pulls you onto the floor anyway, hands firm around your waist. He’s stiff at first, but with every laugh you give him, every whispered “You’re doing great,” he relaxes.

Eventually, he relaxes, hands settling on your waist, forehead resting against yours.“This isn’t so bad,” he murmurs, the corner of his mouth twitching up.

“Told you.”

By the end of the song, he’s completely lost in you.

and elias dance like that cause he is so biased for logan, and then he dies before hesh's wedding cause he is just like that.

ok bye sorry

And just like that, Logan Walker—a man who never thought he’d have a future—steps into the first day of forever.

what?yall thought i would write a wedding night scene? stupid little muffins thinking i would turn my blog from SFW to NSFW

Getting into the real life:

At first, normal feels… strange. Logan spent so much of his life fighting that waking up without a mission feels unnatural.

The first few months are filled with small adjustments, moments where he has to remind himself that this—this quiet, peaceful life—is real.

Logan wakes up before you almost every day. It’s a habit he can’t shake.

But instead of rushing into action, he just… stays there. Lying beside you, listening to your steady breathing, memorizing the way your fingers curl slightly in your sleep.

Eventually, you stir, and he greets you with a low, lazy, “Morning.”

Some mornings, he makes coffee. Others, he just pulls you closer, burying his face in the crook of your neck, as if making up for all the mornings he never got to have.

Logan never really learned how to cook. MREs and quick, no-effort meals were his go-to. But now? He wants to try.

One morning, you wake up to the smell of burnt toast and slightly questionable scrambled eggs.

Logan, standing there, arms crossed, looking down at the mess.“…It’s not that bad.”

“Babe, it’s black.”

He just shrugs, still stubborn. “It’s… crispy.”

Despite the failure, he keeps trying. And eventually, he starts getting good at it—to the point where Sunday mornings mean Logan making pancakes from scratch and grumbling when you try to help.

Logan still takes time to adjust. At first, he doesn’t leave much of a mark on the place—no decorations, no personal touches.

Until one day, you catch him putting up a picture of the two of you.You pause, smiling. “Making it feel like home?”

He glances at you, then back at the photo, and nods. “Yeah… I think so.” he is not awkward but that is his personality always a simple man talking.

at night, when the lights are low and the world is quiet, he opens up.

Some nights, you lie in bed tracing old scars, pressing soft kisses to them.He doesn’t flinch anymore. He just exhales, melting into your touch.

Other nights, you both just exist together. No words, no pressure—just the feeling of his steady heartbeat under your cheek.

One afternoon, while lying on the couch, you casually say, “We should get a dog.”

Logan raises a brow. “You want a dog?”

“You had Riley. You were basically a dog dad already.”

The next day, he surprises you by taking you to a shelter. And suddenly? You have a rescue dog curled up in your home, fast asleep against Logan’s leg.

Logan whispering “I love you” when he thinks you’re asleep.

im not gonna talk abt pregnancy and stuff cuz i am already planning for another post for all cod characters so!

#call of duty ghosts

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