X-Men Oneshots

Forever and Always (Logan Howlett)

Y/N's POV

The morning sun streamed through the curtains, bathing my room in a warm, golden light. I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the lace sleeves of my wedding dress, trying to calm the butterflies fluttering in my stomach. Today was the day I would marry the love of my life, Logan—James Howlett, the man who had shown me a love deeper and stronger than anything I could have ever imagined.

A soft knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. I turned to see Storm peeking her head in, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Are you ready, Y/N?" she asked, stepping inside with a gentle smile. "Everyone's waiting."

I took a deep breath and gave a nervous smile. "I think so," I replied, smoothing down the front of my dress one last time. "How do I look?"

Storm's eyes softened, and she walked over to me, gently squeezing my hands. "You look beautiful," she said sincerely. "Logan is going to lose his mind when he sees you."

A laugh bubbled up from my chest, easing some of my nerves. I knew Logan loved me, but I couldn't help the jitters. He was a man who had seen more in his lifetime than anyone should, and today, he was choosing to spend his forever with me. It felt surreal, but right.

Storm slipped her arm through mine, leading me toward the door. "Trust me," she said, her voice full of confidence. "He's not going anywhere."

The garden was breathtaking, flowers in full bloom creating a vibrant sea of colors. Our friends and family stood, smiles beaming as I walked down the aisle. But all I could see was Logan. He stood at the end, looking so handsome in his suit that it made my heart ache. His eyes locked onto mine, and in that moment, the world faded away. It was just us.

Logan's hands were warm and strong as he took mine, his touch grounding me, making everything real. "You look stunning, darlin'," he whispered, his voice low and full of emotion.

"You don't look so bad yourself, James," I replied, feeling my heart swell at the sound of his real name. The name that reminded him of who he truly was beneath the layers of pain and metal.

Logan's POV

When I saw Y/N walking down that aisle, everything else disappeared. I'd faced down armies, survived more than anyone should, but nothing hit me like seeing her in that dress, looking at me like I was her whole world. She was stunning—no, more than stunning. She was everything. I could feel my hands shaking, the nerves hitting me harder than any battle ever had.

As she reached me, all I wanted was to hold her, to tell her how much I loved her. Her hands were soft in mine, grounding me. When she called me James, it was like a balm to my soul, soothing and healing. She saw me for who I really was, not just Logan, the Wolverine. And today, she was going to be my wife.

I took a deep breath, my vows ready. "Y/N," I started, my voice a little rough. "I've lived a long time. Seen a lot, done things I'm not proud of. There were times I didn't think I deserved love, or that anyone could love me. But then you came along. You saw me, not just the claws or the past. You saw me. You've stood by me, through everything. I promise to protect you, to stand by you, and to love you for as long as I live. You're my heart, my home, my everything."

Her eyes were shining with tears, but she was smiling, and damn, that smile could melt me every time. She took a deep breath and began her vows.

Y/N's POV

"Logan," I said softly, feeling the weight of the moment. "From the moment we met, I knew you were different. You have a strength that goes beyond your abilities, a heart that's so much bigger than you let on. You've shown me what real love is, what it means to stand by someone no matter what. I promise to be your partner, your friend, your confidante. I'll love you, fiercely and completely, for all the days of our lives."

I saw Logan's eyes glisten with emotion, his usually guarded face open and raw. He leaned in, resting his forehead against mine, his breath warm on my skin. "I love you, Y/N," he whispered, his voice full of emotion. "More than anything."

"I love you too," I whispered back, my voice catching in my throat.

The officiant pronounced us husband and wife, but all I could think about was Logan's lips on mine. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into a deep kiss, dipping me backward as our friends and family cheered. For a moment, it was just us—no past, no future, just the present, full of love and promise.

Logan's POV

Dipping Y/N into that kiss was like claiming every part of her as mine in front of the whole world. I could hear the cheers, feel the applause, but all that mattered was her. When I finally pulled back, she was laughing, her eyes shining, her cheeks flushed. I knew in that moment, I'd do anything to keep that smile on her face.

Helping her back up, I whispered, "I think that went pretty well."

She laughed, a sound that was pure joy. "I think so too," she said. "Now, what do you say we get out of here?"

I grinned, taking her hand. "Thought you'd never ask," I replied, leading her through the crowd to the waiting car. It was an old classic, just like me—something solid, reliable. I held the door open for her, then slid into the driver's seat, turning the key and feeling the engine roar to life.

I glanced over at her, my wife, my partner, my everything. "So, where to, Mrs. Howlett?" I asked, my voice full of love and promise.

She smiled, leaning over to kiss my cheek. "Anywhere you want, Mr. Howlett," she replied. "As long as I'm with you, that's all that matters."

I reached over, taking her hand, our fingers intertwining. "Forever and always, darlin'," I said, my heart full.

"Forever and always, James," she echoed.