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Mafia!HarryxLawyer!reader

Warnings: cursing, mafia setting but the worst they do is threatening

Your boss was a real asshole of a man. When you accepted the case he approached you with, you didn't know he was a gang leader. Not certain at least, but now you were stuck working for him and him only. You helped him out of a tough situation in court, which seemed suspicious on its own, and now that you knew too much about his business (and he about you) you had no choice but work for him. At least the pay was nice, even if the man itself was insufferable. Now that he had a good lawyer in his hand, he was much braver with his affairs and even more reckless, which meant endless work for you. The gang itself wasn't too big, they mainly did the dirty work for bigger groups or small affairs of their own but they never got themselves in quite the trouble as this one time.

It all started with your boss calling you to his office, sounding impatient. This usually meant that he fucked up something again. Just great. You found him at his desk, nervously organizing some papers in a file. "Finally you're here! You're nowhere to be found when you could be useful!" He spat at you. "What do you need this time?" "Watch your tone. I have a contract for you to look trough. I want to get out of paying for the stuff and I need you to find a decent excuse for that" You took a deep breath to calm yourself. "I can't just make shit up to solve your problems. I told you already." The man just smirked "Yet you're always doing it. You're an amazingly convincing liar, sweets. Either this or you can always go back to genuine work, helping the needy, defending what's good... just keep in mind that with everything you've done, it will be difficult to find clients that would trust you" He smirked and handed you the contract. You frowned but took it anyway. "That's right dearest. Might not be what you've dreamed about, but still puts a roof over your head, doesn't it?" He laughed out loud, mocking you. "Don't you dare fuck this up for me, understand? Now get out of here." You clenched your fist and left the office before you said something that you would regret later.

Back in your office, you slammed the contract on your desk and started pacing around to calm yourself. You hated doing this. Hated working for this annoying moron, wasting your talent on something stupid like this. Loathed every second but if you really couldn't get out of this situation, might as well make the best of it. Be the best there is.

You took the contract in your hand and started analyzing its content. Once you were at the end of it, the signatures caught your eye. Next to the name of your boss, it was signed 'Styles'. That family was the biggest and most dangerous mafia gang in the whole country if not the the whole continent. Did he really think he would get out of paying them just with a few arguments of a corrupted lawyer? Best case scenario, they get the money by force, get annoyed with you, either kill everyone in the group, together with you OR if you're really lucky you'll just end up beaten and on the streets. There is no point in trying to reason with a gang like Styles'. Or is there? Can you even find a good enough argument to get out of paying? If there is a loophole at all, it's an insanely small one. Luckily, there is nothing better for you to do. You just had to get out of that stuffy office, there was no way of thinking in this small place.

Placing the contract in your bag, you got up and soon found yourself at your favorite coffee shop. Your favorite drink and the cozy atmosphere might kickstart the process. How ironic, wanting to get motivated by a lovely place like this for working with illegal products. You sat in the far corner of the shop, making sure no one could peek over your shoulder and got to work. You laid out the contract and your notebook, making notes of the important parts, drawing up the stakes, outcomes, each unfavorable. As you were very fixated on finding anything that could grant you the upper hand, you suddenly heard a voice. "Is this seat taken?" You looked up and saw a man, about in his twenties with long hair and piercing green eyes looking at you. You couldn't exactly keep working with him sitting across from you, but didn't want to reject him either so you just kept staring at him. "There's nowhere else to sit" He continued. You looked around and indeed every seat was taken. When did so many people get here anyway? "No, no go ahead" You finally answered him and he shot you a smile that made you melt just a little. A lot. While he pulled out the chair, you quickly gathered your stuff and shoved them back in your bag. "Thanks. I didn't want to disturb your work, you seemed focused. Something important?" He asked. "Kind of. It's absolutely hopeless but my boss couldn't care about anything but his own pockets and I'm the one who has to get him out of any stupid situation he gets himself into." You took a sip of your drink which has gotten cold in the meantime. "Sorry. That was out of nowhere. It just builds up. Forget I said anything" He chuckled. "It's totally fine, you got to get it out before you explode. He seems like a real asshole to me" "He is" "I'm Harry by the way" You smiled, his name fit him really well. "YN"

You sat there talking to Harry for the rest of the day. You didn't even realize that it got dark outside. "Shoot, I have to go, sorry. This was real fun though" You got your bag on your shoulder and stood up. "Hold on, let me drive you home." "You don't have to do that. I still have to get some stuff from my office and it's close." "Are you sure?" "Yes, I don't want to bother you" "You wouldn't, but if you insist. Hold on a second, can you give me a pen?" You took one out of your bag and handed it to him. He scribbled something on a napkin and gave you both. "Promise we'd repeat this? Like a date that is." You smiled as you put them in your bag. "Might as well. It was nice" "Well then, looking forward to it beautiful" You said your goodbye and left blushing.

The next few weeks went by a blur, you were completely focused on the contract, occasionally texting Harry but sadly you couldn't find a time to meet up again. Still, he was so sweet all the time. You figured once you were done dealing with this you two could actually go on a date. The boss told you that he scheduled a meeting with the head of the Styles' to discuss his late payment. This not only gave you the extra stress of a deadline but the thought that you had to reason with the leader of the most feared mafia group of the country didn't exactly help either.

The night before, you laid in bed stressed out of your mind. Not really for the future of your boss or his gang but more for what will happen to you. Best thing that came to mind was text Harry and vent, staying general and unsuspicious, pretending you're a normal lawyer with a normal client. "I'm not convincing anyone with these half-assed arguments that I managed to scrape together" You wrote. "Don't say that, you'll do amazing. You worked on this for so long, you're going to blow everyone's mind." He answered not even a minute later. All night he kept reassuring you and as you fell asleep, you managed to believe everything will be alright.

As you were waiting with your boss in his office, you couldn't decide which of you was more nervous. Your boss was pacing around the room, rubbing his hands together and muttering nonsense. You leaned against his desk with your arms crossed, looking at him. You took the chance to annoy him and stroke your ego a bit. "Seems like you're doubting me" "You better bring your 'A' game today, you have to be better than ever. Understand?" He seemed like he was on the verge of breaking down. "Maybe we wouldn't be here in the first place if you would just-" the door burst open and in stepped a lot of guards and among them stood...Harry. Your boss jumped to greet him and you were stuck in place just staring at him. You felt betrayed and straight up angry. So this was his plan after all, get you to fall for him, be all friendly just to get you off track. Unfortunately for him, you were not gonna let that happen. You are going to bring him down at the end of this no matter what takes. When they finally acknowledged you, you were glaring daggers at Harry. "Hi" You greeted him with a sarcastic cheerful tone, forcing a smile on your face.

After another round of formalities, it was finally your turn to speak. You gathered every ounce of your confidence and kept looking straight at Harry's eyes. You couldn't read his expression but he almost seemed...proud? "Well, that was convincing enough. I get her, you don't pay and keep your lousy little business as long as you never make business with me or my gang ever again. Deal?" You were taken aback. The audacity of this absolute- "Her? You don't want her working for you. She's mostly useless, today she just got an attitude, no idea where from-" "I'm perfectly aware of what she's capable of. You're not exactly subtle when destroying evidence of crap you messed up. She got you out of death sentence more times that you would like to admit you piece of shit and you give her no credit" Your boss was speechless and so were you. "It's not like you have much of a say anyway. Get out of here so I could talk to her." At his words, his guards immediately took your boss out of the office. As the door closed behind them, Harry stepped closer to you, taking your hands in his and lifting them to his mouth to press kisses against your knuckles. "You were amazing. I never doubted you" He said between kisses but you pulled your hands away from him. "And you're a fucking liar" You spat angrily. "What did I lie about?" "Well you weren't exactly truthful." "You would have never talked to me if you knew who I was. But okay, you want honesty, here it is: when I approached you that day my plan was to just get you to work for me, but now... I want much more than that." You avoided his eyes. "Just give this a chance. You know you would be better off with me than that moron" "You're not much better" He rolled his eyes with a smile. "I love that attitude of yours. So what will it be? Remember you still owe me a date" He laced his fingers with yours. "We'll see how this goes but for now, you got yourself a lawyer"

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Imagine sharing a wedding cake sample box with Logan.

You two are not even planning on getting married anytime soon, you just found this super cute bakery selling these tasting boxes and you couldn’t resist.

Late at night when neither of you could sleep, you got the box from the kitchen and snuggled back next to him in the bed you two shared. You handed a fork to Logan, which he just placed on the nightstand. “I prefer you feed it to me love”

Rather than arguing with him, you opened the neatly packaged box and revealed 8 different variations of cakes and creams. “Oh these all look so good, which one do you want to start with Logan?” You took the paper that came with and read what every single piece consisted of.

He chuckled at your enthusiasm. “Let’s taste them in order, how about that?” You did just that, carefully taking each piece in order, taking the first bite yourself then offering the next one to Logan. He smiled at you after taking the bite, his heart melting at how adorable you were. He adored how you’d explain what you did and didn’t like about the taste and texture. He liked seeing you this happy and excited, the only worry in your mind being which cake to choose as the best one.

“I just can’t decide, they all were so good. What do you think?” Logan pointed to one that he noticed you liked a bit better than the rest and watched as your eyes lit up even more. “Exactly the one I was thinking of” In that moment, the thoughts of a wedding crossed Logan’s mind.

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“Oh you weren’t invited and you came anyway? New guy must be in love with you” -Pavitr Prabhakar in Spider-man: Across the Spider-verse

And why is he so confident saying this? Because he does the exact same thing.

Whenever Miguel sends you on a mission, Pav makes sure he’s right by your side the whole time, whether he got assigned on that mission or not. He got to make sure you’re safe the whole time. What would he even do if his sweetheart is injured??

In cases where he can’t follow you on one of your mission, he just keeps thinking of you. He knows how badass and strong you are. He knows you’re more than capable of taking care of yourself, but poor boy just can’t help but be worried. He loves you so much after all.

Would probably take it very badly if he found out that you got hurt. Nothing could be more important in that moment than to help you get better as soon as possible. Whatever you want, food, medicine, kisses, cuddles, more blankets, just utter the word and you got it.

Best solution to prevent this? Go after you even if he wasn’t invited because he’s just so in love with you.

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Simon Riley x reader one-shot

Simon came home from a long deployment last night. You had no idea where he was during that time or what happened, you knew you were not supposed to know anything. You were just glad that he was back and safe.

After a great struggle of getting out of his hold this morning, you started unpacking his bag that he left on the floor right in the middle of the hallway (he was too busy thinking about getting into bed with you to care about where he left his stuff).

As you took out his dirty clothes, you noticed what looked like a plastic bag on the bottom. After starting the washing machine and getting the rest of his stuff out, you took the beige package into your hands to examine it.

What you were currently holding in your hand was an MRE. You’ve seen people all over Tiktok reviewing these meals and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t curious about what they were like. Looks like this could be your chance to find out.

As you were examining the packet, you felt two bulky arms wrap around you and a face nuzzling your neck. “Mhh morning love” You heard Simon’s voice grumbling, still heavy with sleep. “Morning. Isn’t a bit too early for you to be up? You should sleep some more” You kissed all over his face and neck where you could reach. Simon shook his head. “ ‘s not as good without you in bed” “Are you hungry by any chance? I have some breakfast ready” You pointed to the pan sitting on the stove, his favorite breakfast, that you made earlier, just waiting to be heated up.

“Maybe later” He cupped your cheeks and pressed multiple little kisses to your lips. He had his eyes closed, fully emerged in the feeling of having you close to him and finally being able to love on you properly.

“What do you want to do with that?” He asked in between kisses, referring to the bag in your hands. He still had his eyes still closed and not showing any sign that he wishes to stop with the kisses.

“Well, can I try it? If you don’t need it” You held his face in your hands, stopping him so that you would have enough time to speak. “Whatever you want sweetheart. I was planning on throwing it out. Don’t expect anything gourmet though”

He left you at the counter to unbox everything from the MRE packet while he turned on the stove to heat up his breakfast.

Simon fixed himself a plate and sat next to you, watching your expression as you tried the different snacks and meal included in the bag. He smiled to himself, thinking about just how adorable you looked, eyes lighting up when trying things you liked and furrowing when you didn’t like something.

His own meal was soon forgotten, leaning on the countertop, he watched you fumble around with the small packets with a barely noticeable smile on his face. He found this quite amusing.

Trying the last thing included, you were disappointed by the blandness of it. You put everything in the bin and sat on Simon’s lap. “I’m sorry you have to eat that so often” You said while wrapping your arms around his neck. He just hummed, one arm around your waist to hold you closer, with the other, he held up a bite from his left-over breakfast to help wash away the taste in your mouth. You eagerly took the fork in your mouth. “Wanna know why isn’t it so bad?” He asked while preparing another bite for you “I know that I get to come home to you and your cooking. Makes it all worth it to keep you safe”

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Thinking about how much Pavitr would love any and every handmade gift you've ever given him.

But there is one that might be his favorite out of all of them. A handmade blanket that he got from you a while back for his birthday. The piece is well loved and it shows. The original colour is faded and the fabric is thinned out on certain places, but Pav could never get rid of it, not unless you make him another one to switch it out.

The blanket holds too many memories for him to just get rid of it. There was that one time when he took you to the top of highest building in Mumbattan during sunset and you watched the city get eveloped in darkness, snuggled close, the blanket around your shoulders. Or that other time when he was sick and could barely get out of bed and you nursed him back to health, always making sure he was tucked under that blanket. With enough begging and teary puppy-eyes, he convinced you that some cuddles would help him best and you aggreed to get in bed with him, keeping him content in between your arms.

There were the countless times where you spent a lazy morning/day/night, cuddling under that blanket, watching a movie or just talking about whatever, taking in each other's presence and just melting into one. On days where he can't see you, Pav holds the blanket close to his chest, burrowing his head into the fabric, trying to catch your scent lingering on it, to ease his mind and help him fall asleep.

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Part 2 of The Greatest Showman AU

Logan felt himself lying in your plush bed, you in his arms, snuggling closer, even in your sleep. He had no memory of how he got there, but honestly, that was probably the last thing he would think about right now. All he could focus on was your warm body pressed against his and him pulling you as close as humanly possible. Your unconscious body shifted in his hold and he let you get comfortable with a small smile on his face. You turned onto your back and Logan quickly followed, laying his body on top of yours, just enough so he won't squash you with his weight. Your hands tangled in his hair and he felt you slowly waking up. Both of you just laid in silence, basking in each other's warmth and presence. You playing with his hair pulled Logan into a dream-like state. Nothing out of this bed existed for him anymore. Just you, in his arms, all peaceful and your heartbeat echoing in his ear. Ba-dum ba-dum ba-dum

As time passed, your heartbeat changed. Logan furrowed his brows in confusion, He listened carefully, but the sound was more and more machine-like. He felt his surroundings get colder and somehow, the bed he just laid on, more uncomfortable and still. Suddenly, he felt a pinch on his arm, which made him shot up and put the woman standing next to him in a headlock.

He was out. He was unconscious. For how many days? How many days has it been since he last got to be in your presence? 19? 20? A month, a year?

Logan quickly searched the room for an exit and as soon as he saw one, he ran out into the wide corridor, looking around. Noticing some things sticking to his body, he quickly pulled them off and also the needle sticking out of his arm. He heard voices talking in his head, almost like the thoughts of people searching for him. He found a sweater to put on and continued to sneak his way around the unfamiliar place, until he stumbled into a classroom, where he met Charles Xavier.

22 day. Now it has been 22 days he last saw you.

The new, lavish place he was living in just reminded him more of you. In every corner he came across something that evokes memories of you. Adjusting to his new life was not an easy task. He had to get used to being around so many kids, after being on his own for so long, while being told that there may be a dangerous mutant who's after him. Everything became so troublesome. Just how much easier it would be with you around. That's all Logan could keep thinking about. You made him feel so much better, about himself, about the world. You wouldn't let the melancholic thought of his unknown past weigh him down. You may not have any special abilities, you may not be a mutant, but Logan could imagine you living here around all these kids. You would make such an amazing teacher, better than he could ever be.

Logan lays in his bed wide awake. It's late, everyone is asleep probably, but the scenario in his head wouldn't let him rest his eyes. He can see it so vividly. See you by his side every day, doing your mundane daily tasks only to find each other during the night, falling asleep by each other's side. He could keep you safe. You could be happy. He knows all you wanted was to be with him. He had seen how unhappy you were in your parent's house, stuck between four walls with no freedom whatsoever. They always kept you hidden away from the public. Your mother's reputation and fame as a politician certainly attracted some people with not the best intentions. There were always people who wanted to hurt you and your parent's best solution to the problem was to hide you from the public's eye. They would never hurt you if they didn't know you existed. For safety measures, they hired Logan as your personal bodyguard so he can keep you from harm.

Logan could see how sick you were of that situation. Sick of being kept in the house all the time, only allowed outside for the shortest periods of time. How he wished he could free you, and now, maybe he could. It hurt leaving you there, leaving you with no distractions, nothing to look forward to. Did you have hope that he would come back for you? He couldn't promise you that he will. He couldn't say it to your face like he should have. You must think that he left you alone and never returning. He keeps hoping that you got to know him better than that. He hopes that in the short time you spent together, you could learn how much you meant to him. He could never abandon you. He couldn't possibly count the amount of times he's whispered the vow against your lips to be by your side forever. That he will keep you safe and eventually save you from all your troubles, just like you had done to him. He would rather die than to break that vow. If only he brought you here, this could be the perfect place for the both of you.

The Magneto situation must be dealt with though. He wouldn't be able to live with the thought of bringing you in the middle of some dangerous situation that could result in you being hurt. That's the last thing he wants.

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Hello and welcome to my blog! My brain runs on made-up scenarios and I decided I should probably share some... so here I am!

⤐You can call me Rayne (she/her), I’m 19 and currently a student.

⤐I only write xreader stuff (not NSFW), mostly for fun and as a way to de-stress.

⤐You will probably see multiple fandoms scattered about in here, I’m trying to stay organized with dividers, specifically made (by me) for each character.

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Being married to P.T. Barnum, you wanted to support his dreams and help out as much as possible. That’s how you ended up backstage on most nights before the show, helping anyone who needed it. You were pretty close to the performers thanks to this.

During one night, while fixing Lettie’s corset, Phillip approached you. “Mrs. Barnum” He greeted you with a teasing smile, tipping the hat on his head. “Hi there, Phillip” you greeted back, still focusing on the tangled strings on Lettie’s dress. “Do you need something?” You asked, seeing him just standing there, looking at you. “If you have a moment, then yes” “Hold on a second” After a few minutes of fumbling with the string you could finally manage to tie a bow on the neatly laced corset. Thanking you, Lettie left you and Phillip to talk.

“What’s going on? Heart troubles again?” You asked the man. He rolled his eyes but that gave away that you were in fact, right. Phillip started telling you about last night when, while on a date with Anne, they ran into Phill’s parents. Actually, you couldn’t exactly tell what he and Anne were at the moment. No one in the circus knew that they were going out once in a while, you found out on accident and now both Phillip and Anne came to you with their relationship troubles that they needed a little guidance with. They figured you must have gained quite a bit of experience from your marriage.

As he was in the middle of his story, he suddenly shut up and you were about to ask him to continue when you felt someone spinning you around and kissing you. “I’ll leave you to it” Phillip said with a chuckle and left. As soon ad Phill was out of sight, they let you go as you saw your husband smiling down at you.

“Lettie said I might find you here. What were you talking about? Sounded serious” “Sounds like you’re jealous” You smiled back. “You know you have nothing to worry about.” Continuing after a moment of silence, you pulled his head to rest on your shoulder, brushing your fingers through his hair. “Haven’t you noticed the look he gives Anne?” You whispered so no one else could hear (not like there was anyone around anyway). “Look? What look?” Barnum raised his head from your shoulder, looking at you with soft eyes. You just giggled and booped his nose. “That look”

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Imagine dancing with Barnum in your new house (mansion) that he bought for you and your family after the great success of his circus.

Both of you feeling like you’re teens again with no worries in your minds, walking around the halls and not letting each other go for more than a couple seconds.

You feel your husband’s arm wrapping around your waist firmly, pressing you against him, taking your other hand in his and smiling down at you, waiting for your arm to wrap around him as well, before taking quick steps in a (what wants to be) waltz.

Both of you bursting into giggles at your horrible attempt of a graceful dance but it couldn’t be more perfect in this moment. He picks you up, twirling with you in his arms and when he lets you down, he presses a kiss to your cheek.

Your energetic movements slowly cease as you fall into a slower rhythm, just focusing on holding each other and taking slow steps in perfect harmony.

You lean your head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat, sleepiness slowly catching up on you. Barnum just holds you close, resting his chin on your head and stroking your wait. Both of you wishing that this moment could last forever.

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Being married to P.T. Barnum

It’s late at night, you’re holding your newborn daughter in your arm, rocking her gently, patting her back and stroking her soft hair, trying to get her to sleep but no matter how hard you try, she won’t stop fussing.

“I know love, I miss your daddy too” you whisper and start humming a song that Phineas usually sings to her at night, which seems to be working.

Just as the little princess seemed to settle, you hear the front door of your small apartment closing, which wakes your daughter from her almost-sleeping state.

Seeing as you probably have no chance at settling her at this point, you walk towards the door with her still in your arms to greet your husband.

“My loves, are you still awake? It’s quite late” He mutters, pulling you and your daughter in his arms for a tight hug. You press a kiss against his lips and let him take the little girl from your arms to cradle her against his chest.

“Long day?” You ask as you see the weary state he’s in. “Just the usual. But it’s all worth it as long as I get to come home to you two” He kisses the already sleeping baby’s forehead and pulls you closer to him.

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Part 1 of The Greatest Showman AU

18 days.

18 days have passed since he last saw you. Since he lost his last job as a bodyguard he has been going around the country, taking part in different cage fights to get his mind off of what happened and off of you (he wasn't too successful so far). Besides, he got to earn some money in the process too, but one particular night changed his life completely.

He just finished his fight at another dingy bar in the middle of nowhere when two men approached him, looking for a fight. Revealing his claws, he was forced to leave. Once again. This is what happens every single time. It just makes him hate his claws more and more.

He got into his van, starting the engine and going wherever the road would take him, when suddenly he heard a thud from the back. He stopped and got out to investigate what made the sound, only to find the girl he saw in the bar hiding in the trailer.

"What are you doing here?" He asked. "I'm sorry, I needed a ride. Thought you might help me" She answered while climbing out. Logan threw her bag on the ground. He didn't wish for company, let alone the company of a kid. "Where am I supposed to go?" "I don't know" He spat back, turned around, planning to drive off. "Don't know or don't care?" "Pick one" He shut the door and started driving, but didn't get too far before his conscience made him stop to wait for her.

Having someone sitting in the car with him again was definitely unfamiliar and something that he thought he wouldn't experience anytime soon. "I'm Rogue" She said, breaking the silence. Logan said nothing but felt her eyes studying him. He took a cigar out of his pocket, tucking it between his teeth before searching his pockets for something to light it with. He finally pulled out a lighter, simple gray, engraved all over with different designs and patterns. Lighting the cigar with it, he kept playing with it for a while before reaching to put it away. "I'm feeling a bit cold. Would you mind if a used that for a second?" Rogue asked and reached her hand towards the lighter in his hand, black gloves covering her. Logan quickly pulled the lighter out of her reach, shoving it back into his pocket. "Not this one, kid. Put your hands on the heater." She was taken aback but pulled her hands back onto her lap. "Looks like you spent a lot of money on it" Rogue was met with silence again for a couple seconds before she heard him mutter "It was a gift". A precious one, from none other than you. One of the last keepsakes he has from the happiest period of probably his life, but certainly the happiest in his existing memory. There were not many things Logan was scared of, but forgetting you was his worst nightmare. He kept every precious moment with you in his memory, the only things making him keep going on until he can come back for you. Until he can provide you with a life you deserve and he feels good enough for you. Counting the days keeps him focused on his one goal, to get back to you.

"You should take off the gloves" He said when seeing Rogue trying to warm her hands on the heater with the gloves still on. "I probably shouldn't. Can't risk touching you." Logan glanced at her, used to people fearing him. Not you. You were never afraid of him and you made sure to remind him as many times as possible. Damn, he was thinking of you again. "Nothing personal, it's just - when people touch my skin, something happens" She continued. "What?" "I don't know. They just get hurt" Logan kept silent, his suspicion confirmed that Rogue was indeed a mutant as well. "Do they hurt when they come out?" She asked, glancing at his hands where she saw the claws coming out from in the bar. "Every time"

The memory of you seeing his claws for the first time came to his mind. You were ambushed. A large group of criminals attacking, planning on hurting you. Logan wouldn't let that happen, not in a million years. In the middle of the fight, almost instinctively, let his claws out to overcome the criminals as quick as possible. When he realized what he has done, as soon as the threat was over, he turned to you, expecting to see you scared, angry, even disgusted by him. But you just stood there, shock on your face and reaching out to him, when he heard the stern voice of your mother from behind. "I knew there was something strange about you. To think that I let you close to my child. Get away you freak." She spat with venom and multiple guards followed her, stopping you from getting to him. He still saw you trying to fight your way to him, calling out his name desperately. The words of your mother, the one who hired him to protect you, faded into the background, his sole focus on you and you only but his feet were frozen in place no matter how much he wanted to get to you, he couldn't move.

"Watch out!" Rogue called out before a tree fell on the hood of the car. He was thrown by the force and landed in the snow. He felt the cuts and bruises that formed on his body from the impact. "Are you alright, kid?" He asked as he saw the girl squirming, still in her seat. "I'm stuck!" She screamed. A strange scent hit Logan's nose as he was approaching the vehicle. Suddenly, a man jumped out of the woods, throwing Logan on the hood of the van, which made him pass out.

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Imagine Logan dating/married to reader who’s always wearing some kind of lip product. Lipsticks, glosses, chapsticks in multiple colors and flavors all sit in a drawer, organized neatly, for her to choose one to wear every single day.

Because of this, Logan is always walking around with either a color faintly staining his lips, just a bit of extra shine or some glitter on them, or a slight taste that gets stuck from all the kisses he steals from reader. The moment he sees her applying something onto her lips in the morning, he’s quick to step next to her, holding her face so gently with his rough hands so he can press multiple pecks against her lips. “Looks great, bub” he whispers with his gruff voice in between the many kisses.

By the time he’s finished, she has to apply another layer of whatever she had on before to make it look even again while Logan goes on with his usual morning routine. He does notice the staining but leaves it there, after all, it will reappear anyway during the day.

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'The Greatest Showman' AU with Logan but twisted my way

What if instead of cage fights, Logan tries to earn some money by being a bodyguard and gets hired by a super rich and influential politician to protect their child, aka reader.

What if they end up falling for each other, keeping their relationship a secret from the parent who would surely disapprove. Then accidentally, Logan reveals that he's a mutant and gets sent away, forbidden to see reader or go near them ever again.

When he is brought to Xavier's school and feeling comfortable enough with his new life, all he can think about is bringing reader there, in order to give them the life they deserve, in a place where both of them could be happy and most importantly, together. (Bonus point if reader turns out to be a mutant as well)

lmk if you'd like a more detailed version of this, the idea has been stuck in my head since the moment I first watched The Greatest Showman

[solsticescribe]

TW: implied character death

Just imagine…

Days of future past!Logan just waking up in the new future, everything peaceful and so unfamiliar for him. Seeing everyone again makes him dizzy, his brain barely processing the present while still images of the horrible past are flashing through his mind.

All his thoughts seem to cease once he comes across you in the halls. The love of his life, his wife, whom he lost, along with many others, but that reality doesn’t exist anymore. He’s seeing you here, right in front of him, a beautiful smile on your face while you’re talking to a group of students. He loves that smile, he would do anything just to make you smile like this, without a single worry on your mind. Before he knows it, a lump formed in his throat, making it impossible to let a sound out.

Luckily, you notice him standing there, just staring at you with a gaze you’ve never seen on him before. You excuse yourself from your students and they leave once they notice Logan as well, leaving just you and him standing in the hallway.

“Logan, is everything-“ you couldn’t finish your sentence before he pulls you against him, holding you tight like you would slip out of his grip and disappear. You can feel him burrowing his face in your neck, breathing deeply, every now and then his breath becomes shaky, like he’s holding back tears.

To say that this surprised you would be an understatement. You’ve been married to Logan for a couple of years now and you’ve seen your husband in multiple states during that time, but never this eager and desperate to hold you, much less in a place where anyone could walk by and see you two. He likes to keep up his tough image in front of others (even though everyone could see just how whipped he is).

You said nothing, just held onto him as well, slowly brushing your hand through his messy hair. “Nightmare?” You whispered softly. He shook his head. “I’ll explain it later, just let me hold you a little longer”