New Beginnings. wolverine x reader

xiv.

I woke up slowly, the warmth of the blankets cocooning me in a soft embrace. The room was dim, only a faint light filtering through the curtains. My mind was groggy, a lingering fog from everything that had happened. For a moment I had completely forgotten where I was, but the steady rise and fall of a chest beneath my cheek brought it all back.

Logan.

I shifted ever so slightly, feeling the solid warmth of his body against mine, his arms protectively wrapped around me, holding me close. The rhythm of his heartbeat was comforting—a steady, strong sound that echoed inside his chest, grounding me. I blinked a few times, adjusting my eyes to the soft light as I looked up at him.

He was still asleep, his features relaxed in a way I rarely saw. The usual tension in his brow was absent, and his jaw was relaxed, his expression serene. It was unusual, in a way, to see such calm grace the face of the fierce protector that I had come to know. A soft smile tugged at my lips as I continued to take in the sight of him. The dim light gently cascaded over him, softening his rough and rugged features.

I hesitated, not wanting to disturb the moment, but I couldn't help myself. "Logan..?" I whispered softly, my voice still thick with sleep. I hadn't expected him to waken so easily, but his eyes fluttered open almost immediately, focusing on me with a kind of clarity that caused to question if had been awake all along.

"Mornin'" he murmured, his voice deep and rough with sleep. He didn't pull away; instead, his hand gently brushed through my hair, the tender gesture causing my heart to ache.

"Morning" I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. We stayed like this for a moment, just looking at each other gently, neither of us rushing to break comfortable silence. It was a rare, unspoken understanding that didn't need words.

The silenced stretched between us, full and warm. It spoke volumes, filled with with all the things we didn't say, but felt deeply. His gaze held mine, and in those hazel depths, I saw a reflection of all we had been through together— the pain, the fear, the moments of doubt— and finally the peace. 

The beating of his heart continued to soothed me, making me feel safe. Each breathe he took seemed to synchronize with my own, as if we were tied to each other in a way that went beyond mere words. This quiet moment caused me to realize the full weight of what he meant to me, and how much I had truly missed him in our time apart.

His hand continued to slowly move through my hair, each gently stroke a soothing reminder that we were here together, safe. I watched as his eyes softened, his usual guarded expression fading into something more open, more vulnerable. 

His thumb brushed against my temple, I close my eyes briefly, letting myself sink deeper into the warmth of his touch. When I opened them again, I saw the faintest hint of a smile on his lips, as if he too found solace in our quiet connection. 

"How are you feeling?" he finally asked, his eyes searching mine with a quiet concern, causing my chest to tighten.

"Better" I said, offering a small smile, "thanks to you."

He shook his head slightly, as if to brush off the gratitude, but the smile at the corners of his lips remained. "I didn't do much," he muttered.

"You did more than you think" I insisted, resting my hand lightly on his chest. His gaze flickered down to my hand, shifting to the bandages that dressed my arms. 

"I wish I could've stopped it all," he confessed, his expression filling with disappointment. His hand moved from my hair to gently caress my bandages, running his fingers softly over them. My heart twinged, his gaze flooding with the heavy weight of regret. His fingers lingered over my bandages, brushing over them with a tenderness.

"You did everything you could," I said softly, reaching to grasp his hand in mind. "None of this is your fault. You saved me, Logan. You're the reason I'm here now."

Logan's gaze remained fixated on the cloth, his jaw tightening as he struggled with his emotions. "I couldn't protect you from all of it," he muttered faintly. "I should've done more."

"Logan," I said, shifting to better face him, "you did more than enough. What happened wasn't something either of us could control, but you came to me when it mattered most. That's what counts."

He looked up at me, his eyes were painted with a mixture of pain and gratitude. "It's hard not to feel like I failed you, even though I know I shouldn't"

I reached out, gently cupping his face in my hands, my thumbs brushing away the traces of a frown on his lips. "You didn't fail me," I whispered to him firmly, "You're here for me now too, you're strength and your care.. it's helping me heal"

His eyes softened, a flicker of relief crossing his face. "I just—" he started, but the words seemed to escape him. He took a breath, closing his eyes for a moment as if to try and steady himself.

I held him close, my touch gently and reassuring. "You don't need to have all of the answers," I spoke, "we'll get through his together."

He pulled me close, his arms encircling me tightly as if he were afraid to let go. "I'm sorry" he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

I nestled further into his embrace, allowing myself to find comfort in his warmth. "There's nothing to apologize for" I murmured in return, "we're in this together, and we'll face whatever comes next as one."

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a/n

shorter part today oh well. sorry in advance for more angst thats to come :)

(itll be worth it trust)

see you next time!

-hazy