hugh jackman/characters one shots/imagines

You are scared of falling in love with Logan, you'd been hurt in the past

ok so imagine mc being kinda like an agatha harkness / wanda maximoff just in her powers and trauma, but not rlly like her much we'll see lmao, and agatha cameo *snaps fingers* idk if this is how chaos magic works im winging it with google and somewhat knowledge before, she has bpd and she's autistic :)

When you first met Logan, you'd been coming into the mansion just as Rogue was sneaking out. Catching her before she got to far, offering her a ride to wherever she was going. She admitted that she was planning on running away, and you insisted that go with you. Ever since she had shown up at the mansion you had taken her under your wing like a younger sister, trying to let her know you kind of know how he felt. Eventually the two of you needed to stop during your trip to god-knows where, of course the one Rogue found had a cage match going on.

You watched a shirtless man with broad shoulders, tan skin, and some hair on his chest. But he looked like an animal as he beat the shit out of his opponent without doing much, knocking him around with little force. You immediately felt suspicious of the man, deciding to stay to learn more about him.

You'd felt your heart racing in your chest as stranger with brown hair that looked fluffy the sides of his hair sticking up in tuffs, sat next to you at the bar, a cigar hanging from his lips. His dark mutton chops only added to the ruggedness, but his attire was too. He was wearing tight jeans with a hefty belt on his hips. The fighter wore a couple layers of shirts, his wife beater, a flannel button up under a jean jacket, dog tags hanging on his chest. Then his brown and beige leather jacket onto of it. His sunglasses hung from neckline of his button up. You could smell the cigar smoke filling the room, as he took puff after puff. Though his freshly applied cologne also filled your senses, an almost whiskey-bourbon vanilla scent. Though combined with the cigar smoke it almost seemed homey, like you were cuddled up to a warm fireplace with your lover. Shaking your head out of your thoughts, you drank your water waiting for Rogue to do or say something as she adamantly stared at the man.

"You owe me some money. No man takes a beating like that and doesn't have a mark to show for it." Another man growled coming up behind the the larger man, who only kept a deadpanned look on his face as he took a drag from his cigar.

"Come on buddy-." His friend tried.

"I know what you are." The other man whispered, leaning in to the man's side

"You lost your money, you keep this up you'll lose something else." Logan spat, his words were straight to the point, deep and quiet. His friend tried to lure him away before he grabbed a knife than darted forward to stab Logan.

"Look out!" Rogue yelled, as you jumped back off your chair, leaning against the bar as the cage fighter stood up, claws coming out of his knuckles and coming to the perpetrators throat. Then a shotgun cocks as the bartender aims it at Logan's head, you stood up immediately, coming over to Logan's side.

"Get out of my bar, freak."

"How about we just calm down." You lured, your hands shaking as you swirled your fingers in the air getting into the bartender and the aggressive man's head. The one with the claws backing down and glancing over at you with a look, as he looked around, he noticed everyone else aside from him and the younger girl at the bar, frozen. Closing your eyes you imagined the scenario in your head, the men walking away as Logan had stepped away from both of them, and you. Shortly playing out in tandem, he followed you and Rogue out of the bar. He didn't know what you were, but he was intrigued.

"Who are you?" Logan questioned, shoving his hands in his leather jacket pockets.

"I'm Y/n, this is-." You started, looking over at the girl with the black hood over her head.