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little-miss-die · 11 days ago

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Promises

Logan Howlett x reader

Warnings: Age difference that is relevant, mentions of death, angst, fluff

Logan's expression was that of sadness and concern as he looked down at you. He couldn't stand the sight of you, his woman and the one who he promised himself to love and care for until the end, sitting on the ground after having fallen off the bed once again. He walked over slowly, picking you up with ease as he set you back down onto the bed where you've been laying for the past few months now.

He knew you weren't getting better let alone any younger. He tried being as gentle as possible considering you had broken your hip bone after having fallen down the stairs when you were home alone the one time Logan decides to go out after you insisted he has fun without you. It absolutely destroyed him the moment he came home, only to be met with the sight of you laying at the bottom of the stairs while you weakly called out for help.

Unlike Logan, you could not heal with you being a human and all. Despite your older appearance, you were still far younger than Logan, and it killed him knowing he can't grow old with you despite how often he'd wish and even pray during the late, sleepless nights back when you were still a young 20 year old sleeping next to him in the bed of a run down motel during one of your road trips.

As selfish as it sounded, he often wondered and hoped that his regeneration abilities would somehow be passed on to you so he doesn't have to witness you inch closer to death each day. But then he remembers how much hell he has to deal with and go through on a daily basis, having witness historical events with his own eyes and suddenly he has the realization that even if you did have his curse, though you'd tell him it wasn't as a way to comfort him, you would have to live eternity never getting the sweet relief of death, especially after two or more centuries.

“Logan.” You said quietly as you brushed a strand of hair out of his way, admiring him for a moment as you placed your hand on his cheek, stroking it lightly. “Stop looking like a wet rag. I like your smile better.” You said with a small chuckle as you stared at him. He currently kneeled beside your bedside, almost like a loyal dog besides their owner. The comparison was rather rude but you'd be lying if you said that wasn't the case.

Your smile faded after you noticed his lack of humor in the situation. He still blamed himself for your injury. “Hey,” you start with a soft tone as your hand makes its way to his chin and lift it up to make eye contact with you. “I'm an old lady Logan. Accidents happen especially with these hips.” You say with a small smile, your eyes crinkling a little as he holds your hand resting on his chin within his. “Not old…” he finally says in a quiet, gruff voice, almost mumbling it.

“You're younger than me.” He said more clearly as he finally stood up, carefully sitting beside you “What happened this time?” He questioned as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, bringing you into a sideway embrace as he stroked your shoulder. Being as gentle as possible, as if you were a delicate flower. And to be honest, that wasn't really far off.

“You know how I am. Always trying to disobey the doctor.” You half joked as you rested your head on his shoulder. “Your hip fine?” “It's getting there, slowly…” “Eventually, until then we can just stay here and cuddle.” He said as squeezed you lightly.

Logan wanted to stay in this moment forever, the quiet ones were the best. No life threats, no fighting and no wars, just two old souls enjoying each other's company like those old couples in the movies. It was perfect, with the setting sun beaming through the window, coating the room with a warm orange glow, the clock on the wall ticked every second, the sound was obvious especially in the quiet atmosphere. “I know it hurts you to see me like this.” You say, breaking the silence momentarily. He didn't respond, because it really did. He just thought he was hiding it better. Or maybe it's because you've been with him practically all your life and you could read him better than anyone.

“Old, and worn out.” You continued, almost bitterly. “Stop that.” He chimed in finally, looking down at you to give you a disapproving look. “It's true though.” You insist, letting go of him slightly as you look up at him. Even after all these years, Logan still was in awe of you. With or without the wrinkles in your face and the gray hairs that had claimed your once luscious and voluminous hair as its own. “Logan… You don't have to keep staying beside me, you know?” You remind him in a quiet voice, as though it was something only he could know. “Stop.” He said more firmly this time “If you want to go, then go. I don't want to hold you back anymore.” You say, grabbing his hands as you squeeze them with your frail ones. “That's enough” He snapped, almost defensively. “I'm not abandoning you, or leaving. Ever.” He stated, squeezing your hands back in return. A reminder to himself he was still here, that you were.

“There's nothing out there for me.” He simply said, in a much calmer tone as he closed his eyes. “Leaving is just not an option. Nor will it ever be.”

He brought your hands up, kissing the back of yours. You didn't know what exactly to say or how to respond, but you couldn't help the small smile that formed from his reassurance. Logan always knew the right words to say, he was genuinely a person you would love to spend the rest of eternity together if god himself allowed it, but unfortunately those were not the cards you were dealt. Perhaps maybe if he allows it, in your next life.

You pulled your hands away from his, opting to wrap them around his neck as you pulled him down a little over you as you laid leaned down in the bed. He didn't return your smile but his eyes spoke more words than life itself could give. Slowly he leaned down, placing his lips on yours as he closed his eyes, with you following his lead.

Your lips pressed against one anothers as your fingers found their way through his locks. If a stranger were to walk in, they'd probably react with disgust or confusion upon seeing Logan kiss what they would assume is someone older than him so passionately, but Logan didn't care. He never cared what anyone thinks about your relationship. He was often reminded of those late nights together a long time ago, those nights of endless passion within the walls of a crappy motel in the middle of nowhere, or in the backseat of a vehicle. As he was lost in thought, he didn't notice the fact his hand came down to your chest, cupping it before you broke away and shook your head, snapping him out of his thoughts immediately. “No Logan, not tonight.” You say as you gently push him away a little. He immediately straightened himself as he sat up. “Sorry” he simply muttered with a slight flush as he laid down beside you, facing up towards the ceiling. “We can still cuddle if you want.” You offered instead as you turned your head towards him. “Yeah, I'd like that.” He responded.

You move around a little, turning to face him fully as you rested your head on his chest, with his hands coming down to embrace you into him. You were still so soft, and he often wishes he could just hold you forever or as life would let possible. The room fell silent again, the ticking became evident and the sound of cars passing down the street could be heard outside. He had dreams involving these noises. He never really told anyone about them, not even you.

But he often sees you and him together, living in the mountains in Canada away from everyone and everything. As you two grew old together, not just you. The two son and daughter would come visit everytime they got the chance to in their busy lives. Unfortunately, it was clear this dream would not be reached, at least not in this timeline. He closed his eyes once more as he leaned down, placing his nose in your hair as he inhaled your natural scent.

“Logan…” You say softly, not wanting to disturb the peacefulness as much as possible.

“Yeah?”

“Don't forget me when I'm gone, okay?”

He was silent, your words cut him deep, too deep. But despite it all, he still hugged you close as he buried his face into your neck a little more as he calmed himself before replying.

“I promise.”

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