《 Logan Howlett 》 Imagines

Promises in the Dark

The mansion was quiet at this hour, the kind of stillness that only came in the deep of night. Moonlight streamed through the large windows, casting soft shadows across the hardwood floors as Y/N slipped out of bed. The sheets were cool where Logan should have been, and the faint glow of the clock on the nightstand told her it was well past midnight.

She rubbed the sleep from her eyes, padding barefoot across the room. The mansion could feel like a labyrinth at night, with its winding hallways and endless rooms, but Y/N had learned its secrets over time. She knew where the floorboards creaked, where the moonlight painted patterns on the walls, and how to navigate the place in the dark without disturbing anyone.

But tonight, something felt different. There was a heaviness in the air, a sense of something unsaid lingering in the shadows.

Yawning, Y/N left the bedroom, deciding a glass of water might help clear her mind and shake off the lingering sleepiness. She glanced at the clock on the wall as she made her way down the corridor—2:47 AM. Logan wasn't in bed, which wasn't unusual. He had a habit of getting restless at night, especially when something was weighing on him. Still, it wasn't like him to disappear without a word.

As she reached the kitchen, Y/N filled a glass with cold water, taking a long drink and letting the coolness wake her up a bit more. The mansion was silent, except for the occasional creak of the old building settling. The only light came from the faint moonlight streaming through the windows, enough to guide her back to bed.

But as she turned to leave the kitchen, a soft murmur of voices caught her attention. It was coming from down the hall, near Charles's study. She hesitated, recognizing the familiar deep rumble of Logan's voice, mingled with the calmer, more measured tone of Charles Xavier.

Curiosity piqued, Y/N quietly made her way down the hall, her bare feet making no sound on the polished wood. She approached the slightly ajar door of Charles's study, her breath catching as she heard Logan's voice more clearly.

"You know, Chuck, I never thought I'd say this," Logan was saying, his tone rough but tinged with something softer, something vulnerable. "But... when this is all over, when the world isn't tryin' to tear itself apart for once... I've been thinkin' about stickin' around. Maybe settlin' down."

Charles's response was too quiet for her to make out, but Logan's reply made her heart skip a beat.

"Yeah, with Y/N," Logan continued, and she could hear the affection in his voice, that rare gentleness he reserved for moments like this. "She's somethin' special, Charles. I've never... never felt like this before. Not in a long time, anyway. And I know it ain't easy, with everything goin' on, but... hell, I wouldn't be against makin' it official someday. When things calm down."

Y/N's breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding in her chest. She pressed a hand to her mouth, trying to stay as quiet as possible, not wanting to intrude on the moment even though she was already eavesdropping.

Logan—marriage? The thought sent a whirlwind of emotions through her, a mix of shock, joy, and a touch of disbelief. Logan was many things, but the idea of him even considering marriage, especially with his past, was something she never expected to hear.

"Logan," Charles's voice finally came through, calm and reassuring. "You know as well as I do that the future is uncertain, but I believe in making the most of the present. Y/N cares for you deeply. If this is what you both want, then I have no doubt you'll find a way to make it work, no matter the circumstances."

There was a long pause before Logan spoke again, his voice quieter now, almost wistful. "Yeah... I think I might just do that. When it's safe, when she doesn't have to worry about me runnin' off to fight some other war. Maybe then."

Y/N felt her eyes welling up with tears, a rush of warmth filling her chest. She'd always known Logan cared about her, but hearing him talk about a future with her, about something as permanent and life-changing as marriage, was overwhelming in the best possible way.

She knew Logan didn't take these things lightly. His life had been filled with loss and pain, and the fact that he was even considering something like this spoke volumes about how much she meant to him.

Y/N decided it was time to slip away before they realized she was there. As quietly as she'd come, she backed down the hallway, her mind racing with everything she'd just heard. She returned to the bedroom, her heart pounding in her chest. She climbed back into bed, pulling the covers around herself, but sleep was the last thing on her mind.

A few minutes later, she heard the door creak open, and Logan stepped into the room, his footsteps quiet as he approached the bed. He hesitated, as if checking to see if she was awake, and Y/N kept her eyes closed, feigning sleep. She felt the mattress dip as he climbed in beside her, the familiar weight and warmth of him instantly comforting.

Logan settled down, and after a moment, his arm snaked around her waist, pulling her close. Y/N couldn't help the small smile that tugged at her lips as she shifted to snuggle into him, resting her head on his chest.

"Sorry I woke ya," Logan murmured, his voice low and gruff.

"S'okay," she mumbled, her voice thick with feigned sleepiness. "Just glad you're here."

He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, his fingers brushing through her hair in a soothing motion. "Ain't goin' anywhere, darlin'. Not tonight."

Y/N's heart swelled with emotion as she nestled closer, her mind replaying the words she'd overheard. The idea of a future with Logan, of possibly marrying him, was more than she'd ever dared to hope for.

For now, though, she was content just to be here, in his arms, knowing that whatever the future held, they'd face it together.