#and the thing is i didn't even hate logan when he was first introduced

[thelilylav]

Ok finally got to the bridesmaids episode in gg and uh... why exactly do people defend Logan? To review, he: is a dick to an old friend of Rory because of an assumption he makes about their relationship that doesn't get confirmed until well into the dinner they're having together, then when Rory confronts him about being an asshole (which, yeah, he was being a classist dick that entire time) he tells her, "everyone's doing something," and when this causes her to spiral about her life direction, he makes it seem like she's blaming him after she didn't even mention his name, and then yells at her for bruising his ego and storms out of the bar, doesn't reach out to her afterward, sleeps with his sister's friends, waits for Rory to find out that apparently they're broken up from said sister, and then never tells her that he slept with people while they were apart. Yes, Rory says they're broken up, AFTER the phone call with his sister. Before then, there was no clarification, and she has every right to be upset that he slept with people while they were still together! He never reached out! He is a twenty-one-year-old by the time this is happening, there is no reason he can't reach out to clarify and make sure he isn't hurting Rory. And why wouldn't he clarify, if he supposedly loves her so much? I really tried to like Logan, even though I knew him being from such a wealthy family would irk me, but he's not even decent to the one person he's supposedly reformed for and I'm just supposed to sit here and let people blame Rory for the whole situation? No. He's an adult. They agreed to a relationship. You want to sleep around because you think you've broken up? Confirm that you broke up first.

[iriswritesforyou]

His Mona Lisa

Warning - small violence, prejudice against mutants, and maybe some other things? IDK

Word count - 1,889

Description: Reader is a human art teacher at the school. You and Logan had both been giving each other eyes for a while now but things heat up during a field trip.

Charles Xaiver had asked you, a human, to teach at his school for mutants, as an art teacher. You were reluctant at first, not because you were scared of mutants but because you felt as if you had nothing to offer them. Your only gift rested in your ability to paint and draw, to bring the images in your mind to life, and to help the youth do the same. 

It was rocky at first, the kids were hesitant to warm up to you and you were hesitant to discipline them but that all changed one day when you introduced them to what you liked to call ‘splat balloon painting’. You had set up a canvas for each kid with balloons filled with paint next to them outside, encouraging them to throw them at the canvases. The kids loved it so much and getting paint all over you was definitely worth watching them smile and laugh. The true solidarity came when one of the kids' powers acted up and you got freezing cold acrylic paint all over you. The kid expected you to be angry like most humans would but you werent, to their surprise you just laughed it off and assured the kid you were fine. 

After that day your class was one of the favorites among the students, even the kids who had hated art in previous years found themselves enjoying your class. 

And then there was Logan, the combat instructor teacher who plagued your thoughts and little did you know you plagued him as well. It all started when one of your kids came to class all battered up and looking worse for wear claiming it was from Logan’s combat class. You didn't know much about Logan and you didn't know much about his class but you did know that your students shouldnt be showing up to class looking like they just got beat up in an alleyway. 

So you marched down into the lower levels of the school determined to scold Logan like a parent would a child. 

He was quite surprised to see a young human woman dressed in paint covered overall hanging off one of her shoulders, paint brushes stuck in her hair, and mismatched jewelry stomping up to him.

He had heard about you of course, there was a stir when you joined the campus, people whispered about you with some saying you didn’t belong and others thinking your presence would be good for future relations between humans and mutants, he didn't particularly care. This was the first time he had seen you through and you certainly left your mark on him huffing and puffing about how the kids shouldnt be showing up to class battered and bruised. 

If Logan was being honest, despite what most people thought his reaction would be, he wasn't annoyed or angry, in fact he found it a little endearing how you cared for the kids, but he pushed that down and explained to you how it wasn't his intentions but the kids have to learn somehow. 

A couple months had passed since then and you and Logan were cordial to each other, you smiled at each other in passing but nothing more than that but the rest of the teachers and even students could see how both of your eyes always found each other in a room. 

Things started to heat up when you scheduled a field trip for the students to the Metropolitan Museum of Art, and Logan was going with you to help you watch the kids.

Logan knew he should have been paying more attention to the kids but he couldn't help but keep his eyes on you, the way you smiled when you explained the exhibits or how you lit up when they would ask questions. And you couldn't help but notice his watchful gaze, mostly on you and it unnerved you. Why was he staring? Was there something wrong with the way you were dressed? Something on your face? 

“Alright I want everybody to find a partner and split up, the sheet of paper I handed you all lays out the entire place and all of the attractions. Please, remember to meet up back here in an hour.” You told the kids as Logan came up beside you and you smiled at him gently “And you and I will be walking around keeping an eye on them.” he didn't say anything but nodded. 

You both had wandered over to the Museum history panel and read the date 1870, was Logan born just after that? 

“Can I ask you something personal?” He didn't even have to think about it before answering “Yes.”. 

“It says this place was founded in 1870.” your voice dropped into a whisper “weren't you born around then?” He snapped his face towards you while you stayed looking away. He wondered how you knew that you and him hadn't had a conversation in months. 

“How did you know that?” You now turned to face him completely, faces close and heart racing, he could hear it. Your eyes were locked onto each other and he couldn't help but study how the light danced in them and skin became flushed under the cool lighting, he thought he was making you scared and took a step back. He wouldn't admit it but he didn't want to take a step back. He wanted to take a step closer. 

“I’ve been - asking around, about you. I'm sorry, I should have asked you but-.” Unspoken words held in the air. 

It was your guilty pleasure to find out more about Logan, the more you knew the more you had answers and you couldn't ask him, he was, well, him. 

“You could have just asked me.” He said. You thought he would be mad, furious even but instead he looked hurt. “You're right Logan, and I’m sorry. If I’m being honest you intimidate me a little.” 

He raised one of his brows at you, he knew he had that effect on people but he didn't want it on you. “Well, you don't have to be. I don't want you to be.” His gruff voice made you stay locked onto him. 

Time could have passed for a hundred years and you both could have stayed right there forever but time didn't care what you wanted as a blood curdling scream snapped you both back to reality. 

Over in the Egyptian side of the room one of your kids and a human boy were having an all out brawl with your kid winning. Logan got there faster than you and pulled him off while the human boy quickly got up and spat at the ground by your feet, “mutant.” 

That one word was all it took for your kid to start kicking in Logan's arm, trying to claw his way back over to the human boy while he just stood there glaring. You quickly walked over to the human boy and grabbed his forearm,  “where are your parents?” and it was as if they heard you. 

A lady in an expensive looking green suit and a man twice the size of you came over, the woman with tears in her eyes, hyperventilating and the man getting red in the face with anger. 

“Let go of my son!” the man huffed getting up into your face, so close you could see the pimple about to burst on his nose. Letting go of his son you took a step back and he took one again closer to you. “Mutant bitch” It was two words now that snapped Logan into action, as he had been watching the exchange with the kid still fighting in his arms. Quickly, Logan let him go, not caring if he went back over to the human boy and started another fight. No, his only concern was you. 

Stepping in between you and the man, blocking him from your sight, they stood toe to toe. Logan was clearly taller and stronger than the man but that did nothing to deter him “And you must be her mutant bastard”. You grabbed the back of Logan's clothes hoping he wouldn't start something “Logan” you gently whispered. Logan may be an angry man but it was never for himself, he wouldn't start anything. 

It wasn't until you stepped around Logan hesitantly, still keeping your grip on him and started to try and mend the situation. “Please, ma’am, sir, we are truly, very sorry. And -”, a sickening slap echoed around the now quiet room, he had hit you and Logan wasn't going to let that slide. 

In the blink of an eye Logan pulled you back and into the arms of your mutant students who had now gathered around the both of you and punched the guy right back. 

Chaos exploded, the woman shrieked as Logan had the man jacked up against the wall as he cried, half of your kids went for the human boy who had bullied your kid and the other half stuck by you as you stood there in shock. 

It took ten security members to pry off Logan and the aftermath was quite horrific. Blood was on the walls and floors, but only the man and his boy had seriously gotten injured with your mutant students only having minor bumps and bruises. 

They would have hauled Logan off to jail if it wasn't for Charles showing up and sweet talking to them, promising not just financial compensation for the museum but for them personally as well, the human family too. 

It wasn't until you got back to the school that you really felt the pain in your upper cheek bone and eye. As you were about to open your door Logan stood there with his fist raised about to knock. 

“I’m so sorry Logan.” He didn't say anything back, his eyes not wavering from a particular spot on your face. He reached towards it and gently touched it making you hiss and jerk back “I should have hit him harder.” 

You shook your head in disbelief  “No, anything more and you would have gone to jail Logan.” 

“You need to go down to the infirmary.” He took your hand in his. “That's actually where I was about to go.” but he still held your hand and led you to the infirmary. 

“I’m sorry.” The gruff man apologized this time.

“Why?” he stopped and fully turned to you, feeling ashamed for running your first field trip. 

“It was a shitty field trip, your first one.” you shrugged but still stayed looking at him “I'm more upset about not being able to tour the museum, I've always wanted to go.” 

He felt guilty now, he knew art was your passion and he didn't even think about that part of the debacle. 

“I'll make it up to you, I'll take you next time.” He couldn't even believe the words that had come out of his mouth but he wanted to take them back, not because he didn't want to but because he assumed you wouldn't want to go with him. But to his surprise a smile grew on your face “Like a date?” 

There was a beat of silence as he gazed down at your beautiful face and gave a small smile down at you “Like a date sweetheart.” 

[piastrixpole]

i. bahrain

pairing: logan sargeant x fem!oc (daisy shaw)

genre: written

based on the 2023 season

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daisyshaw   off-season (feat danny ric)

Contrary to what her name would suggest Daisy Shaw was anything but pure and joyful when she was first exposed to the pinnacle of motorsport. When the discourse surrounding whether or not a woman should be allowed ascend to the highest level of motorsport first circulated on the internet there was of course mixed reactions. One thing was for certain though - nobody had been expecting it to be someone like Daisy.

The not so fittingly named Daisy who had been hardened beyond recognition on her journey to the top. The Daisy who had emerged from the flames of the underworld which had sought to burn her alive like a re-coming of Prometheus himself. The Daisy who projected a cold front to those around her but was achingly lonely.

Becoming a sort of poster girl for acceptance and inclusivity within Formula One was an unfortunate side effect of finally getting a seat at the table. Daisy hated all the attention she received purely for being there and the questions which didn't even attempt to cover her driving, the only thing that made her slightly happy was that she definitely wasn't the kind of girl the FIA wanted to be the first female driver on the grid. She was icy, detached and unafraid to call out the blatant sexists she encountered even if it didn't make her popular with the public who just wanted a well tempered, sunshine of a girl.

She wasn't exactly approachable so despite the terrible loneliness eroding through her veins with each awkward smile shared with a fellow driver she knew it was her own doing, and for the better. Last year in her rookie season she had been paired up with Henry Downing, a fellow British driver 8 years her senior who had retired at the end of the year. Daisy had ended up outperforming him by the end of the season which hadn't helped their already tense relationship so she wasn't overly upset to see him go.

And now in an all too ironic twist of fate she was joining sunshine personified himself, Daniel Ricciardo. Daisy's sharp edges and brash words didn't faze him. Not when one of his best friends was a slightly prickly Max Verstappen. Daniel was determined to make Daisy admit they were best friends at some point over the season, and truth be told she could see it happening. It was hard not to when he was so infuriatingly positive and welcoming to her. She wasn't going to be voicing it aloud anytime soon though. He already had enough of an ego and she wasn't quite ready to open up to him just yet.

"Daisy," a now familiar voice boomed from further up the track and a quick glance up from the data she'd been reviewing with her race engineer "how's my favourite rain cloud??"

As Daniel approached with his trademark grin, Daisy couldn't help but roll her eyes internally. His relentless positivity was like a ray of sunshine piercing through her carefully constructed storm clouds. She appreciated his efforts, she really did, but sometimes she wished he could just let her be. That and she'd been hoping that Daniel wasn't going to make that nickname stick but apparently all that longing was futile. "So much worse now that you're here," she gave him a sickly sweet smile in return, knowing he wouldn't actually take her words seriously.

Rain cloud had come around from the first time her and Daniel had met after he signed for Porsche. Despite being on the grid together the year before Daniel had never spoken to the young girl and it wasn't as if Daisy was running around introducing herself to everyone either. The only person she had really gotten to know was Zhou, her fellow rookie, as she could talk freely with him far easier and without generating dating rumours about herself.

She'd learnt that the hard way when the Lewis Hamilton had gone out of his way to meet her and the next day she woke up to every media outlet running a story accusing her of sleeping with him to get her seat. Was it kind of flattering? Definitely. It was Lewis Hamilton for crying out loud. But she wasn't going to give them any more ammunition so Daisy had kept to herself after that.

Daniel chuckled, unfazed by her sardonic response. He'd gotten well acquainted with the way Daisy talked during testing and when he'd seen her around in the factory. "Ah, you wound me, Daisy," he said, clapping a hand on her shoulder. "You know you love having me around to brighten up your day."

Daisy resisted the urge to shrug off his touch, instead offering him a wry smile. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves, Ricciardo," she retorted, her gaze flickering towards the track. "We've got a qualifying session to focus on, remember?"

Undeterred by her dismissive tone, Daniel grinned. "Always so serious little rain cloud," he said, falling into step beside her as they made their way towards the garage. "But hey, no hard feelings when I beat you out there, yeah?"

Daisy raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. "Oh, you wish, Ricciardo," she shot back, a competitive fire igniting in her eyes. "I'll see you on the track – and may the best driver win."

Getting back into the car to race was thrill like no other. Adrenaline pumped through Daisy at a remarkable speed as the anticipation grew. Her trusty pair of headphones were still resting on the crown of her head as she blasted music through them to hype herself up. Daisy's music choices before racing had been a long running joke on Twitter as they were strictly depressing, a stark contrast to the rest of the grid. It was either that or something so British that it out George Russell to shame.

As she finished dancing away in her seat to Phoebe Bridgers, Daniel waved at her from the other side of the garage. They had been putting in similar lap times during free practice but she wanted to be better in qualifying. It wasn't going to be easy though. Not when they were both hungry for a win and desperate to prove themselves. Daniel had a rough season last year at McLaren and was determined to show that he still had it. And Daisy bore the burden of proving her gender's competency to drive in F1 every time she got in the car, along with her individual desire to perform to the highest standard.

Both Porsche drivers were in a precarious position. Teetering on the verge of greatness but with each less than optimal finish, with every practice that could have gone better the tightrope they were balancing on grew less stable. Now Daisy would never claim to be immune to pressure, it was quite the opposite in fact. She welcomed the high expectations placed on her shoulders and the highly critical eyes zoned in on her performance. She thrived because of it all. It had always been that way. Ever since she was a young girl she had lived for the thrill of proving everyone wrong and that trait had transitioned into adulthood and only grown.

As the moon cast its silver hues over the Bahrain International Circuit Daisy slipped into the cockpit of her car, her heartbeat echoing in her ears as she got into position. The roar of the engine reverberated through her bones as she navigated the pit lane, her mind focused and unyielding. That was something Daisy adored about driving. As soon as she was behind that wheel it was as if everything else ceased to exist. Time rather ironically slowed down and all that was left was her. Before she knew it, Daisy was approaching the start of her first flying lap around the circuit and the comforting surge of adrenaline coursed through her veins, reigniting the fire within her that had been dormant since the end of last season.

Behind the wheel, Daisy felt the car come alive beneath her, its power and agility responding to her every command. Yet, as she pushed harder, she encountered her first challenge – a sharp turn that demanded precision and finesse. With a deft touch on the brakes and a calculated flick of the steering wheel she weaved swiftly around the corner, her heart pounding with exhilaration.

The relentless heat became more of an issue as the laps wore on. Daisy was incredibly grateful for the experience she'd gained racing this track last year in her rookie season but she definitely hadn't missed the sweltering heat it brought even in the night. Considering that she'd been born and raised in North England most of her life and then only moved to Germany once she signed with Porsche, she didn't cope well with warm climates. However she was determined to not show weakness nor to let it get to her. So she continued to work with the car, searching for that elusive sweet spot where speed and control converged.

Amidst the chaos of the track, Daisy found solace in the voice of her race engineer whose instructions crackled through the radio like a lifeline. "Try braking later into turn 4 Daisy, you're gaining time there," Anja advised, her voice cutting through the cacophony that was the engine's roar.

One of Daisy's conditions when she had signed for the team the prior year was that she wanted a female team around her. If she was going to be the unwilling poster girl for diversity in the sport, she at least wanted to surround herself with more girls and Anja had been stellar last year so Daisy was thrilled to have her alongside again. Taking her advice, Daisy adjusted her approach, pushing the car to its limits as she attacked the corner with newfound aggression. The sensation of the G-forces pressing against her body only propelled her forward with unwavering resolve.

It was nearing the end of qualifying and Daisy was about to embark upon her final lap of the session. Heart racing with anticipation, Daisy gave it her all as she navigated the turns and the straights with precision.

"Keep pushing Daisy, you're doing great." Anja reassured her.

As she rounded the final corner and charged towards the finish line, Daisy poured every last ounce of energy she had left into her for the final push. Then breathless but exhilarated Daisy waited with bated breath for Anja to deliver the verdict of her efforts.

"That's P9 Daisy," Anja informed her over the radio "P9, good job."

While that wasn't quite the result Daisy had been hoping for, she was still satisfied that she'd done absolutely everything she could with the car and her performance couldn't have been better. "Thanks Anja, where's Daniel."

There was a pause on the other end before the other girl replied "P7."

"Not a bad start from us huh," Daisy hummed as she guided her Porsche into its designated spot. P9 could be a lot better but she was prepared to fight tooth and nail on the track the next day and hopefully gain some ground over the course of the race.

The fact that Daniel had outqualified her did gnaw at her confidence a little. But she kept that beneath the surface, fighting to bottle away the lingering disappointment as she congratulated him and the team. It wasn't as though she cared that he personally outplaced her and was now in a better starting position and Daisy was genuinely happy for his success after his previous rough year but she yearned to prove herself on equal footing. Never mind the fact that Daniel was a highly gifted and seasoned driver, Daisy had to show the world that she was more than just a diversity quota – that she belonged amongst the elite.

Anja seemed to be able to read between the lines without Daisy even mentioning the slight envy she felt "Do you want to know the order Daisy?"

She contemplated it momentarily but her curiosity was more important than her ego then "sure, go on."

"Top 10 are Verstappen, Perez, Leclerc, Sainz, Alonso, Russel, Daniel, Hamilton, you and Stroll."

"Redbull front row lockout," Daisy remarked, voice dripping with sarcasm "who could've seen that coming? But anyways, good job everyone – appreciate it."

As the hustle and bustle of parc ferme enveloped her, Daisy forced a small smile onto her lips, determined not to let her inner doubts be visible to the rest of the grid. She congratulated Daniel again with a small smile and exchanged nods with those around her, masking her disappointment behind a façade of confidence. Her mind was racing already in preparation for the following day as she still had something to prove. And if there was one thing that fuelled her, it was spite.

There was something so captivating about night races to Daisy. The way the stars and night sky provided such a dramatic backdrop for the spectacle of the race. Under the dazzling lights surrounding the circuit, Daisy was sitting in P9, practically jumping in her seat with anticipation for the race to start. While her qualifying hadn't exactly gone to plan Daisy still had her eyes set on the podium. Maybe it was a little unrealistic a goal considering how dominant the two redbulls had been in practice and the day before but she still hoped to bring back a result the team could be proud of.

As the lights slowly dimmed and the roar of twenty engines filled the air in synchrony, Daisy inhaled sharply to focus, her heart pounding so intensely she half expected it to rip through the pericardium and her ribs. A rush of adrenaline surged through every nerve of her body as she gunned the throttle, launching her car forward with precision and determination.

If she had to describe her driving style in one word, Daisy would say aggressive. Her ability to put pressure on other drivers and seize any open opportunities had shocked people in her debut race last year. It was something Daisy was rather proud of. They had seemingly expected her to be more gentle, hesitant even with competing - as if she were a doormat of a girl, and oh had she relished in being the exact opposite.

She could practically hear the commentary in her head as Max predictably took a quick lead but she wasn't going to get distracted by him. To make it a closer battle she'd have to somehow manage getting out of the mess that was the midfield. Her usual nonchalance was replaced by steely focus as she fought tooth and nail for every inch of tarmac.

Daisy had managed to make it out of the constant back and forth switching of positions she'd found herself trapped in towards the start as she finally gained some pace on Albon's Williams. Things were starting to work out smoothly for Daisy as Ocon was suddenly out of the race and there was now nobody left between her and Daniel.

Lap by lap Daisy found herself locked in an intense battle with her teammate. They were racing side by side along the straights of the circuit, both of them trying to pull ahead of the other coming out of a corner so they could leave them in the dust. She was half expecting an order to come over the radio telling her not to fight Daniel and to just let him have it because that had occurred a few times last year with Henry but to her surprise there was nothing.

Until Anja finally called for her to pit so they could send her back out on fresh tires. There was a decent gap between her and Alex so as long as the pitstop went smoothly she'd be able to get back out and re-join the race before he could overtake her in the standings.

With the race hanging in the balance, every second counted as Daisy navigated her way towards the pit lane. As she approached her designated pit box, Daisy braced herself for the flurry of activity that awaited her. The anticipation coiled in her stomach, a potent mix of excitement and nerves as she brought her car to a halt with pinpoint precision.

In an instant, her crew swarmed around her car like a well-oiled machine, their movements a blur of activity as they worked with surgical precision to execute the tire change. Swiftly removing the warm tires and switching them out for fresh wheels. Every movement was performed with a practiced ease that she had gotten familiar with over the past year.

Then once the tire change was complete and she was given the signal to go, Daisy revved her engine and shot out of the pit lane with renewed vigour. The fresh tires gripped the asphalt beneath her, propelling her forward with newfound speed and confidence as she re-joined the race.

Merging back into the racing line Daisy prepared herself for the challenges ahead. Asking Anja quickly "Gap to Dan?"

"1.2 Daisy, that's 1.2," Anja's voice replied on the other end, calm as always.

Despite her best efforts at warming her tires, closing the gap proved to be a daunting ordeal. Daniel's pace was relentless and he temporarily had the advantage of not being on fresh tires. The only thing keeping Daisy going was the fact that he still had to pit at some point and the end of the race was inching closer so her window of opportunity hadn't quite slipped from her grasp, not yet.

With determination burning bright in her eyes, Daisy threw caution to the wind and dialled up the aggression, pushing her Porsche to its absolute limit. Each corner became a calculated risk, each straight a chance to gain ground on her teammate.

But as the laps wore on, Daniel's tire degradation began to take its toll, his pace faltering ever so slightly as the wear on his tires became apparent. Sensing an opportunity, Daisy seized the moment, closing the gap with each passing lap as she hunted down her prey with unwavering focus.

Finally, with Daniel's pit stop looming on the horizon, Daisy made her move, diving deep into a corner and executing a daring overtake to claim the position ahead of her teammate. The crowd erupted into cheers as she completed the manoeuvre, her heart pounding with exhilaration as she surged ahead.

As Daniel peeled off into the pit lane for his long-awaited stop, Daisy pressed on, her sights set on the cars ahead. In the end it was Daisy who crossed the finish line first, Daniel hot on her heels after an even faster stop than her own. But she had done it! P7 was a respectable result and certainly nothing to scoff at, and the insecure part of herself was thrilled to have beaten her teammate even if it was by a tiny margin and only one position.

Daisy's face was alight with a mix of pure exhaustion and exhilaration as her mechanics helped her out of the car. Daniel hopping out right beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder as he whooped loudly. Stiffening momentarily at the unexpected contact, her instinctive reaction was to pull away from his embrace. But after a moments hesitation she relented and allowed herself to be drawn into a hug, not letting the reluctant smile past her cool facade.

"I guess the best driver did win," she hummed cheekily, glancing up at Daniel, calling back to their little jabs before qualifying

"Yeah...Max did win," Daniel retorted and that actually drew a grin from Daisy. Daniel's constant energy did mentally jade her a lot of the time but she really loved that he got her humour and was able to give it back to her as well.

"The rain cloud smiles," Daniel gasped, a vision of melodrama "I never thought I'd see the day."

"Yeah, yeah," Daisy was keen to brush it off and change the subject away from her "don't get used to it or you're going to be severely disappointed."

They stood amongst the sea of drivers crowded below the podium, observing Max hoist his trophy into the air and the Dutch national anthem rang out, for what was likely the first out of many times. Checo and Fernando to his sides.

Daisy couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude pass over her. In moments like these where she got to slow down she was always reminded of how lucky she was to be able to compete at this level and the support from her team. All she hoped now was that this season would be worthy of their admiration and unwavering support.

The Porsche team had a solid start. Both drivers finishing and ending in the points had set them up with a good, sturdy foundation. They just needed to keep building upon it every week. However good wasn't what Daisy was in formula 1 to achieve. As a girl, as the only girl it was all or nothing. Talent and potential was only so much to offer. It wasn't genius or winning and no amount of sponsors or decent results could make it so.

It was cutthroat but she had to win. Otherwise she was nothing. And Daisy Shaw was determined to make them all remember her name, whatever it took.

[dreamwritesimagines]

Ok but AU where it takes Logan every bit of energy to focus on the mission and not get involved with her...

Until he figures that if he's already here to change the past then he might as well do this.

And man if he thought he hated Theo's dad before... he makes his blood boil when he sees him yell at her in the middle of the street with Theo in her arms.

- and he decides he likes Jamie, alot actually. He witnesses first hand the Legendary Bar Fight of 2019 where Jamie got off his 48hr shift and went to a bar to find Theo's dad cheating on her and proceeded to beat him up before Logan even gets his claws out.

Logan and Jamie become pretty good friends because Logan stops him getting arrested and he gets to lay down the groundwork when Jamie invites to a dinner party and she's right there... single and so beautiful and her son adores him the way he always does.

Omg this is such a great AU! ❤️ Thank you so much honey!❤️

Until he figures that if he's already here to change the past then he might as well do this. Can you imagine Logan's relief when it dawns on him that he can in fact make a move on Sunshine?!😂❤️

when he sees him yell at her in the middle of the street with Theo in her arms. Theo's dad needs to be punched in the face repeatedly omg, YELLING AT SUNSHINE?! IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET?! WITH THEO IN HER ARMS?!😱

I can so see him doing that, he's such an asshole😱

the Legendary Bar Fight of 2019 where Jamie got off his 48hr shift and went to a bar to find Theo's dad cheating on her and proceeded to beat him up Jamie is amaziiiing! ❤️ And asdfghjkl the legendary bar fight, Logan has definitely heard about it from Sunshine and Nik and even Julie😂

Oooh Logan becoming friends with Jamie! ❤️ It would be such a cute scene when Logan is trying to pretend he doesn't know much about Sunshine when Jamie first introduces them and trying to play it cool😂 Because Jamie would like go to find Nik, and Sunshine would be like,

"Jamie has told me a lot about you! He says you made sure he didn't get in trouble at that bar fight."

"I didn't think he could throw a punch like that, it was a little surprising. He looks like a pretty calm dude."

"Yeah he is usually, except for when it comes to me. He never really liked..."

"Your ex?"

"Oh he told you about that?"

"A little. Are you okay? After...?"

"No worries, that breakup might be the best thing that has ever happened to me. To me and Theo."

"Theo, right. Jamie mentioned him as well."

"Oh yeah, that adorable three year old over there, playing with the cat? That's Theo. I think he'll be a vet when he grows up, he loves animals so much. Either that or a historian, I've been watching a lot of historical documentaries so..."

[swhhdr-wthhr]

lots of fun facts about my sanders sides opposite au: (but i clearly have thought of some characters more than others)

logan :

introduced around the time of og accepting anxiety. represents bad decision making and willful ignorance

his first big moment was in can lying be good, which was a game show run by him instead of a play directed by janus. he didn't care whether thomas lied or not. he just wanted to give janus a morality crisis and joke around with virgil

only uses analog technology (ex: if someone asked to borrow his phone, he'd pull out a rotary phone, which works despite not being plugged in)

he's an amateur magician and loves showing off his tricks. virgil is the only one who is impressed by this

pulls things out of seemingly-too-small spaces like mary poppins with her bag, but only from other people's clothes (he will often steal janus's hat and pull something absurdly large out of it)

instead of rising up or appearing out of nowhere in the videos, in every video he walks out from a different random place (ex: from behind the tv like remus, from underneath the couch, down the stairs virgil sits on)

all of his clothes are glow in the dark

he doesn't know he needs glasses. he just assumes everyone has blurry vision

uses vocab cards like original logan but all of the words are made up and have never been said by anyone

regularly puts inflection on all the wrong parts of words and pronounces common words wrong (he doesn't pronounce long, uncommon words wrong, just short, easy to pronounce ones)

always talks just a little too loud and a little too fast

conspiracy theorist but only for theories that no one has ever heard of

wears a suit in every video except the court room one, where he wore the unicorn onesie the whole time

when thomas died his hair purple, his hair was inexplicably a completely different color. it would change every time someone mentioned it and he would never acknowledge that his hair looked different from everyone else's

censors people like og janus, but instead of covering their mouths, he just makes a loud distracting noise like og remus

the only side who doesn't think he's annoying is virgil, who finds him hilarious

virgil:

introduced in episode 1. represents pretty much all of thomas's positive emotions and none of the negative ones. also impulsive thoughts (impulsive not intrusive)

is technically a light side based on his role in the story but he's friends with everyone and "doesn't pick sides" (he sides with whoever is the most useful or interesting to him in the moment)

whenever conversation with the others bores him, he shamelessly ignores them, often scrolling on his phone in the middle of a video

extreme form of a hedonist. he chases dopamine like his life depends on it and is willing to do extremely reckless things if he thinks it will be a little fun

often causally tries to usurp the others and gain unilateral control over thomas's life ("wouldn't it be fun if you just ignored all of them and listened to me?")

is very open to trying new things for the experience, even if he can reasonably guess that he won't enjoy it. roman has no short supply of horrifying, painful ideas that they can try together

very good at insulting people in ways that really hurt. also very good at acting innocent and pretending he wasn't trying to be mean

some parts of the fandom in this universe would think he had a corruption arc when he became friends with the dark sides (there would definitely be fanfics where patton kidnapped and brainwashed him to be evil or smth) but he was just always like this.

always excited to help out the dark sides with their plans, being a bit of a double agent because thomas trusts and listens to him

he's an asshole who just wants to have fun and get what he wants all the time forever

roman:

introduced in this version of dwit, but he represents dark creativity and melancholy more so than intrusive thoughts

claims to hate disney but constantly quotes disney villains

frequently goes on long, depressing, overly dramatic speeches

collects dead things. he's trying to get a corpse of as many different animals, plants, etc. as possible

shameless masochist. (his shoes feel like he's walking on broken glass all the time and he loves it. he was inspired by the original little mermaid)

says all of the same types of things as og remus, but in a more monotone, gloomy way

often very aggressive, especially towards logan. he shows his love through violence and insults. he does the same with patton and virgil but less overtly because he can't get away with it as easily

came up with the name "the dark sides" just like he did in the og series, but this time it's an official term because it was created by one of them

always fights with patton over who's in charge. patton is usually the winner. either way, they don't like listening to each other so whoever wins would just boss around logan (they already both do)

janus:

introduced in episode 1. represents honesty and justice

the most gullible person ever. assumes everyone is always telling the truth and is completely blindsided when he's lied to

a strict kantian. he literally has never lied intentionally

associated with sheep instead of snakes (get it? like the bible?) it's much more subtle than the snake symbolism but gets more obvious as the show goes on and he gets an outfit change. (he wears a white wool turtleneck, has sheep/goat rectangular pupils, and has little horns under his hat, which is why he wears it)

his logo doesn't have a sheep on it, but his christmas sweaters do

tries to be nice to everyone since it's his job to be a good role model, but he would rather be honest than polite, so he can be pretty sassy at times

always feels guilty for something, even if he did nothing wrong

always a target of logan for his gullibility, and how he tries so hard to steer thomas in the right direction. in can lying be good, the game show logan hosted was rigged and completely nonsensical. this drove him crazy because...

he cares very much about things being fair

much more competent in the courtroom scenario than og patton was, too bad patton in this universe is also more strategic than og janus

remus:

introduced in episode 1. represents light creativity, hopes and dreams, and innocence

very squeamish and easily scared

if og remus is r rated creativity and og roman is pg creativity, this remus is g rated. never curses. very averse to violence

he's kind of the straight man of this group of gay men (similar to og logan). he's fed up with everyone, especially the dark sides

really hates the fact that virgil is friends with the dark sides, but he can't really do anything about it so he just sulks

you know in the we take requests video where they say the most out of character thing each character could say? and for remus they say like 'can you guys just chill? i'm trying to sing all of moby dick'? that's this remus's energy

writes poetry in his free time

his ideas can be pretty out there and weird like og remus, but just without the dark stuff

mostly pretty calm and subdued, but can get very hyper and intense when he's exited about an idea or a romantic opportunity for thomas

patton:

introduced around the time of svs

very strategic. plans meticulously before doing anything. (even little unimportant things) he was the mastermind behind pretty much everything logan and roman did before he was even introduced

says that he doesn't care about the other dark sides and that he only works with them out of necessity. he is actually very fond of and protective over them. he'll never admit it

always polite to everyone, even when he's arguing against them (this was very confusing to thomas who expected him to be even scarier than roman). it's just performative though. he's a hater, not a lover

enjoys making puns but always denies that they were intentional (like og logan but if he was lying about it being an accident)

has very dulled emotions. he enjoys spending time with roman, logan, and virgil because they're all so intense in different ways and allow him to feel something

he is especially attached to virgil, since virgil can't just make him feel any emotion, he can make him feel happy

doesn't emote with his eyes. or blink.

starts off as less threatening than roman, but later on, he gets some much scarier moments. roman has more of a constant, steady stream of scariness, while patton holds most of it in until it builds up to an explosion

has a #1 Dad mug, but it's been crossed out and has #2 Boss written under it (logan gave it to him)

roman frequently tries to kill him. he pretends not to notice it to frustrate him (ex: roman will poison his coffee and he'll drink the whole thing with no reaction)

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Beautiful Stranger

08: Shape Of Lies

Driver! Lando Norris x OC (Lily Barton)

Summer love, strangers to friends to lovers, Greece and Greek mythology references

Words: 2.1k

warnings: THE ANGST, social media au, third person pov, flashbacks are on italics

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The domino effect is a chain reaction that occurs when one event sets off a series of similar, related, or connected events.

Is often used in reference to a catastrophic event or chain of interconnected events such as a natural disaster, series of accidents, or financial collapse. 

He started it by saying a wrong name. Then a wrong job. And because of the first lie, the snowball rolling down the hill started to grow bigger and bigger, making him lose control of it.

And now he has to face the consequences.

"Lily…" 

"Tell me what, Logan?" she frowned, feeling how her heart started to shatter. "Or whoever you are"

He swallowed thickly, feeling how his heartbeat was echoing on his ears. He didn't hear Carlos ending the call after a sigh, he couldn't even hear what he said. 

This it. This is the moment he feared the most. It came sooner than he thought. 

That's what happens when you are a coward.

"I- Lily…" he mumbled, feeling how his mouth was dry. Even if he swallowed he couldn't make anything to get rid of the dryness. "I can explain-"

"How dare you?" she asked, hurt. 

"I can explain!" he exclaimed, taking a step closer to her.

"Don't come closer!" she screamed, making Lando flinch. "Who the fuck are you?"

"I… my name is Lando" he said with a little voice. 

"Everything was a lie, right?" she asked, hurt.

It was suffocating her. Everything was perfect, she started to think about the future. A future with him.

In her mind she created the perfect story for them. Once he left for work, the two of them would be texting and calling, not forgetting to tell the other how their day went. She wanted to visit him by surprise, thinking that he would be happy to see her and introduce her to his family and friends. She wanted to go back to England just to be closer to him. She wanted to see him more often, having dates and sleeping in each other's houses. She wanted to be with him for such a long time that one of them had to suggest to move in together.

She wanted so many things. 

And those plans just exploded in front of her face like a window breaks during an expansive wave.

"Lily, please…" Lando begged, trying to grab her hands.

He needed to touch the person that calms him, the person that for once helps his mind to work at a normal speed.

But how can he do that? The person that calms him is at the same time the person he hurt. The person he has been lying to since they met. 

He's selfish. He deserves everything bad that will happen after this. And he knows it.

But it hurts so bad, and it scares him not knowing what will happen.

He deserves her hate.

"Don't touch me!" she screamed, closing her eyes and letting her body take control.

He didn't see that coming. He didn't see her hand moving towards his cheek. When he noticed it he was already looking to his side and with his skin burning after the slap.

"How dare you?!" she screamed, feeling her heart pounding against her chest. "I gave you everything! Everything! And you just lied to me all this fucking time!"

He never heard her curse in english. It was something he found cute about her. Maybe she cursed in Greek, but since he didn't understand a word of it, he never knew about it.

But now, hearing her curse, he felt worse. She is really angry.

"I didn't want you to know who I was…" he mumbled.

Wrong answer.

"And then you decided to tell me lies all the time?!" she exclaimed.

She couldn't believe it. She fell for a lie. She fell for a man that is not who he says he is. She let him come to her house, to her bed. She let him touch her. 

She let him use her.

"I told you who I was! I told you about my past, about my family and how they treated me!" she screamed. "I trusted you! And what did you do all this time? Not trust me and lie about yourself all the fucking time! How dare you do this to me?! How dare you play with me?!"

"I wanted to tell you" he said. 

There's no use to scream, to argue. He's not the one hurt here. He doesn't have any right to defend himself.

"When? Once you are gone?" she scoffed, letting her heart break more. "How mature" she said sarcastically.

How mature. She's right. Everyone is right. He's not mature. He's 23 years old and still acts like a kid. Maybe everyone was right, maybe Carlos was right. He needed to mature and act like the adult he is. 

"Lily, please… let me explain" he mumbled, taking another step closer to her.

"I don't want to hear it" she groaned. "Get out of my house"

"Don't do this, love…"

"Stop!" she exclaimed, grabbing his backpack and throwing it to him. "Don't you dare to call me like that ever again!"

"I-"

"Get out of my house!" she screamed, pushing him out of her bedroom, throwing his phone to him.

"Lily!"

"Leave!" She screamed, grabbing the first thing she found and threatening to throw it to him.

With his shoulders down and tears rolling down his cheeks, he nodded defeated. He grabbed his backpack from the floor and walked out of her apartment. He knows he has things in her apartment, he knows he left clothes because she liked to sleep on his shirts.

She has every right to be mad at him, to not look at him and to push him out of her house. He did everything to deserve to be treated that way.

When she heard him open the front door and close it behind him she ran towards it. She ran to close the door, locking it after leaning on it and falling to the floor slowly.

He lied to her. He lied about his name, about who he is. Maybe he lied and he doesn't love her. Everything he did was use her and laugh at her.

The moment Lando heard how she locked the door he knew everything ended. That he doesn't have a chance to talk and explain.

He deserves it.

He knows the meaning of her locking the door. He broke her trust. He broke her heart. He broke her.

Lando heard her cry when he went to his apartment. He heard things falling to the floor and breaking. He heard her anger and he couldn't be there to stop it.

He took a deep breath and looked at his phone. The screen is broken. It probably broke the moment it fell from his hand when she walked inside the room after hearing his call with Carlos.

This can't be happening. There's no way he, amongst everyone, did that.

She was in shock, standing in the middle of her messy living room. Cushions on the floor, the things he left on the coffee table on the floor. Every thing he touched was on the floor and she wanted to burn it.

Him, the person she loves and trusts, betrayed her. 

Maybe it was karma? Maybe she deserved it. She deserves it for being a bad daughter and a bad fiance. 

The dress was too tight. It wasn't letting her breathe.

"Mother I can't breathe" she mumbled, waving her hand in front of her face to create some type of air. "The dress is too tight"

"Tight? I barely started unbuttoning it" she said, making sure the material of the dress was fitting her. "You look absolutely beautiful"

"Mom, stop! I can't breathe!" she exclaimed, taking a step away from her mother.

"Eh, watch your tone!" the woman frowned, looking at her. "Adrian is waiting for you"

"I didn't choose that! I didn't choose to be married to a stranger! I didn't choose this stupid life!"

The older woman frowned, looking at the behavior of her daughter. There is no way she can let her act this way. There's no way she will let her daughter keep doing this.

"Stop talking, Liliane!" she screamed, slapping her cheek and not caring about the mark her hand will leave later.

The young woman gasped, looking at her side and feeling the tears threatening to fall. 

"Hear me, you little spoiled brat" her mother said, pointing at her with anger. "This will be the last time I tell you this. Your life would have been way better if you did everything we wanted you to do. You are the daughter of one of the most important men of England. You only had one thing to do and it was studying to work for your father and then having his place in the firm!"

"I never asked for this life!" she screamed. "I never asked to be your daughter, to have all the money we have, to be a Barton! I never wanted to get married to Adrian!"

"Shut up!" she screamed. "Get ready, the guests are waiting"

With that, her mother walked out of the room leaving her alone in front of the mirror.

That woman is not her. The reflection is not her. That woman, dressed in a white dress with a veil and expensive jewels, is not her. 

Liliane Barton is just a wax figure her parents molded the way they wanted, and with every mistake she made they added the double pressure to mold it better.

But Lily, the girl she always wanted to be, never wore jewels. She never wanted to look like her mother, even if she was the exact copy of her. She never wanted to have the same life she had.

"Fuck it" she groaned, grabbing the diamonds necklace and pulling it out of her neck, breaking it. "Fuck everything! Fuck everyone!"

She took off her dress, leaving it on the floor of the hotel room and kicked it away from her. She grabbed the veil and made a ball with it, throwing it to the bed.

She feels free, not wearing that tight dress anymore.

But she needs more freedom.

She looked around, finding the clothes she came into the hotel, clothes that have more of her essence than the ones she was going to wear later. 

Quickly, she got changed into that floral dress and into her flat sandals, throwing the high heels to the mirror, breaking it, and grabbed her bag.

If someone finds her in the corridor she's wasted. If someone finds her running away she's wasted. 

"Good" she nodded when she opened the room door, not finding anyone around.

She ran for her freedom. She ran with everything that was hers inside that bag. 

"Get out!" she said to the man that was inside the car that was going to take her to the chapel. 

"But… miss Barton" he frowned.

"I said get out!" 

The man sighed, leaving the keys for the car inside and getting out of the vehicle. He could see her shaking, the mark of a hand on her cheek and the make up messy. 

Lily drove to her apartment, to her small space of freedom. She parked the car and got out of it, opening the door of the apartment and rushing inside of it, searching for bags and things to take with her. Clothes, her personal identifications, her credit cards. Everything.

She called the bank to make sure her parents didn't take away her money. Money that wasn't hers but she knew that she would need.

If someone looked at her from the outside they would think she was crazy, with her makeup and messy hair, a big suitcase and a backpack next to her and a big smile on her lips while looking at the departure screen at the airport.

Greece. Greece is the place she belongs. Something deep inside of her tells her to go there, like soft voices encouraging to buy a ticket no matter how expensive it is. Melodic voices promised her that her destiny is to be there.

And she did that. She ran towards her freedom.

She ran away, leaving her past behind in a hotel room with clothes on the floor, a broken mirror and broken jewels.

Liliane Barton was a woman that didn't want to live in a lie, but fell in love with one.

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Got to experiance the Pen's Marriage mod quest and HOLY WHAT THEY DID AN AMAZING JOB. It has inspired so much brainrot in me now that I can have my true pairing together again. The two together simultaneously make each other feral and calmer. So I'm dumping the shitposts I wrote here.

Ruber-Roseus says:

"Was told yer were beating up inmates constantly. Why they'd think letting yer near anyone was a good idea I don't know... (quietly) Good lad." 

"Oh look, I get to return the favour finally. We're now a couple who wears matching clothes. Congrats." 

"Gunna need two copies of yer book. One for yer to sign, the other ta bash yer nogging with." 

"Hate to break it to yer Honey, but the big not-bandit has the hots for me. Take from that info what yer want." 

"...Yes, I would love to sit on yer back as you do push ups. Missed you." 

"People in town refuse to talk to me cause of this mess. Thanks by the way."

(Pen trying to bite him in public) "Bad dog!" 

"I should 'ave asked Avery for a paycheck for this." 

"I'D THROW YA TO THE PERIPHERIES BUT THEN I'D FEEL BAD FOR EVERY LIVING THING THERE!" 

"That's it, hold my hand. I'm not letting go till yeh behave." 

"Grace is going to kill me if Logan doesn't first." 

"Get OFF ME. SomEONE here actually has a job that pays BILLS."

"Yes, you're hot. Yes, I love your muscles, looks, hair, jawline, voice. All your stuff. But please behave in public, you've traumatised Burgess more than enough already." 

"I would threaten to tie you up but I know that's not a threat to you." 

"Fine, instead I'll tie you up, have my fun, and leave you there." (Threat works.) 

"Been wanting to introduce you to my Ma but what would I even tell her now?!" 

"Let me sit on your lap and cuddle me, Kitten. Work was exhausting." 

"If you get us banned from the Blue Saloon one day I will never forgive you." 

"Honey, please get yer hand off me ass." 

Pen forgoing his usual tracksuit for more revealing clothing cause he's cover in certain kinds of bruises. 

(Pull out a stool, places it in front of Pen, stands on it.) "Now listen here ya little-" 

"You're lucky I love you so much, and that others hold me back, or else I'd be the one in prison." 

Finding Ruber passing out at stupid times from exhaustion turns from funny to sad real fast. Worse so when Pen learns why it keeps happening. 

"I can't even torture you in normal ways. I could threaten suffocation and you'd just go 'mh, yes please'."

"It is an actual miracle that no one has seriously tried to separate us. Maybe we mellow each other out enough that it's not worth it." 

"I wonder if it's possible to teach Rosy how to cook cause I'm scared of what you'll do to my precious kitchen if you use it." 

(Pen and Rosy getting envious of each other.) "Ladies, I love you both dearly."

Punishes Pen by slipping in really hot chilli pepper into his food. Not Duvos Pepper levels, but it does the job when he's done something seriously bad. 

"Something may have slipped out during a talk with Pablo. So sorry if the town acts weirder than usual soon." 

"For the last time, stop reading that damn book my Ma gave ya! I thought you didn't want kids anyway?!" 

"You can big-talk all you want, you've still never beaten me at whack-a-mole." 

"Sorry, being pretty is exhausting." (Collapses into Pen's arms.) 

"There are days where I wonder, 'what if?'. And then see your ass and immediately dismiss the idea." Pen: Do you mean me or my- (muffled squeak) "I mean your glorious globes." (Slapped his ass.) 

Ruber laying his head on Pen's chest. "You can say your heart is unbeating all you want. I can hear it calling for me." 

"If you make one more 'rabbit in heat' joke I'm sending you back to prison." 

"My Crystal, I promise I'm no longer interested in Justice. If it helps, I would have kicked your ass to the curb long ago if it were the case. You can also talk to Pablo too, that man will never stop interfering with my love life." 

"Snow Leopard, Pablo and Vivi agreed to help me make a new custom wardrobe for yer. It's your turn to be the dress up doll."

[scmethingsweet]

There is no denying that Logan and Adrian started off on the wrong foot , and Logan knows he needs to admit that it had been because of his own stubbornness and protectiveness that he hadn't allowed himself to get to know the guy. He knew that if Celia is bringing him to their hometown , and introducing him to their parents than she has to be serious about Adrian. Which meant Logan would have to accept the idea of the two being together whether he liked it or not. However Logan would still stand by his threat of not being afraid to hurt the male if he were to hurt his sister in any way. ❝ What makes you think that Celia is going to even have a conversation with me during your stay here? I've tried calling and texting for them to just be ignored. I doubt if I asked to speak with her that she'd agree willingly. ❞ He knows that the other male has a point. It has to be him that fixes things between himself and his sister and no one else. He just wasn't sure if it was going to be possible with the way that she has been giving him the silent treatment. ❝ Even with me looking her dead in the eyes and telling her that I wasn't lying about the reason we got married. I don't know if he will believe me. It sucks because Celia knows me , and all the stupid and terrible traits of mine. Meaning she knows lying to her isn't something I'd ever be able to do. So I don't understand why all the doubt now in what I tell her. Than again I did make our brother tell her the news ... ❞ Logan knew that Clayton had been annoyed with his request , but he knew the reaction probably would have been even worse if Logan had told her. ❝ It has been extremely hard on her. She knows how my siblings feel , and to an extent of how my folks feel , but if I were to tell her what my father said she'd be crushed. She blames the pregnancy for the tired part. ❞ Yet something tells him there is a mixture of people and the pregnancy.

❝ Believe me I thought about going back and finding him , and punching him the fuck out again. Sadly I can't or else my ass will land behind bars. His family is just a tad bit more important than mine , and what they say goes. So I am sure you can see why Celia had been the sacrificial lamb. ❞ If anything their father craved power , and he knew if he let his only daughter marry one of the Adams boys that it mean he'd get a little bit more power than he once had before his retirement. ❝ I don't know man. I don't know if I can sit there and tell her that the man that she was suppose to spend her life with , decided that he wants to marry the woman that helped destroy whatever future those two were gonna have. I am sure that she is way over , Atlas. However hearing such news would only make it even more clear that he never loved her for one second. ❞ Not that Logan had ever expressed it , but he had been against the idea of having his sister marry a man of his father's choice because their family would gain more than the others. Sure he hadn't wanted Celia to marry Atlas but he also didn't want the other guy to cheating on her either. ❝ If you weren't already aware , Celia is desired by almost every man in this town. Many have chased her like a lost puppy , -- but not once did she cave to the attention. So I am sure many men in town are going to hate you when they see you with her. ❞ Logan felt like he should prepare Adrian for the looks and likely whispers that will go around town that the town's sweetheart is back visiting , but has brought a man back with her.

❝ As much as I would love for you to , Celia would be pissed at the both of us. I know I don't enjoy the dog house , so I really doubt you want to be there too. ❞ An amused laugh falls from his lips. He has to admit that it is nice to be able to be relaxed during the conversation than how he had been the during their first conversation. ❝ I had already planned on telling her that it'd be my room that would be getting the room makeover. Clay even offered his old room for the sake of trying to calm her down about the idea of her room becoming a nursery. The way that Maggie talks none of our childhood rooms will be what they use to be. ❞ There no denying that Logan loves listening to her speak about how she wants to have a house full of children. He knew someday he'd have children , however never sure how many until he met Maggie.

Logan's words stirred something inside Adrian that was hard to control. The man he saw before had not talked so kindly about Celia and it had been hard to watch her be upset by all of this. The words he had spoken then were harsh and still left a sour taste for Adrian. Celia had seemed to understand where the other man came with all of this so he was doing his best to believe her. "I'm sure of it," he finally said. He had promised Celia to give Logan a chance. And because he was crazy about the woman, he was ready to do anything she asked. The man Celia described would be hurt by her anger and he chose to believe her. "But it's not something that Maggie or I will be able to fix. We both know Celia has a mind of her own. She'll either stop being mad on her own or you two will need to actually talk to each others." So far, there had been a lot of people in the middle of these two and if Adrian knew his girlfriend, only Logan would be able to change her mind. "It's harder to think someone is lying when they're telling you things in person," he said with a small shrug. He couldn't believe the two of them were doing this, having a normal conversation. "Yeah, I imagine this hasn't been easy on Maggie. She looked tired." But she also did look happy, probably more than he had ever seen her. It wasn't something Adrian was willing to tell Logan just yet.

"That son of a bitch," he let out, angrily, as Logan told him about Celia's ex-fiancé being engaged to his former mistress. There was no way he would simply stand by while that guy hurt Celia again. "Doesn't sound like a big town, someone will tell her eventually, unless she stays on the ranch and we both know that ain't happening. Trust me I'd rather she not learn it at all but you telling her could soften the blow. At least she wouldn't have to learn it from just about anyone and have to pretend." Because they both knew Celia was not the kind to let her hurt show easily. She had been raised to be the perfect daughter and while she was perfect in his eyes, this was a news she should be able to digest like she wanted, not like was expected. "I'll happily give him another black eye while you talk to her, if you want." Was that camaraderie? Where they actually bonding over something? "Just tell her her room won't be the first to go. She needs time to wrap her head around all of it and the room is just another way to hold onto something.

[awanderingdeal]

omg HI so since your requests are still open and I have an adoration of SOs teaching each other things as well as an aggressive HC that Leo does ballet or gymnastics for flexibility practice, PLEASE him just bringing his boyfriends along for a class. Because Leo has grace but Finn O'Hara definitely does not but man is he enthusiastic and I'm just picturing big tough broad scary man Tremblay walking in and totally intimidating everyone but then so sweet trying SO HARD to perfect his form -aj

Hi aj! Long time no see! I'm sorry it took so long to fulfil this (and I know that @livingforcoopsandoknutzy did a little something for this already, but I'd already started writing this so I hope you don't mind!) Anyway, enjoyyyyy, please.

O'Knutzy Week - Day 7

It is here. A little (a lot) late, but better than never.

Prompt: Free day

Rating: G

CW: Exercise.

Credits: O'Knutzy belong to @lumosinlove and thank you to @oknutzyweek for organising all this.

A deeply hidden memory clawed its way to the front of Logan's mind as they got closer to the studio. The distinct smell of wood, sweat and leather was prominent, as if he was actually there again, newly five years old and stuffed into a white t-shirt and black short., Even now his nose wrinkled with how much he'd hated it - for the mere six months he'd lasted before being asked to leave. 

"You made me rock climb," Leo laughed. He slipped his hand into Logan's, tugging him across the threshold. 

"You're a giraffe, you were made to rock climb." 

“Allez,” Leo teased. “You’ll be fine.”

Logan muttered rapid French under his breath and Leo didn’t even bother asking him to repeat it. " 

"Go on, Go. I want to go." Finn said, practically climbing over Logan to get through the door. 

"Come on now boys, we're waiting for you," their teacher, who Leo had said was named Serena, beckoned them over. "To the barre, please. Next time, please try to arrive fifteen minutes prior to the start." 

Logan blushed under the inquisitive stares of the five students seemingly ready to begin. 

"Sorry Serena, we had a little...resistance," Leo said. He pointedly did not look at Logan, but Finn had already bounded across the floor to the barre, so it was rather obvious who the guilty party was.   

Serena hummed, a small smile curving her lips. "Well, hopefully by the end of the class those who may be hesitant will be somewhat less resistant, as you put it." 

Serena was a petite woman, her hair white with age and a map of wrinkles on her pale skin. Despite the authoritative air, her hazel eyes held kindness. Nothing like the harsh glare of the lady who had taught his pre-ballet class way back then. 

Leo took his place at the end of the barre. He'd already explained Serena preferred those with more experience at the end, so when they turned around a beginner wouldn't be left with no one in front of them to follow. Finn slipped in quickly next to him, and as much as Logan loved his boyfriend, he wasn't sure he'd be the best example to follow. 

Logan gave his most charming smile as he moved further along, slotting himself in the gap between a wiry middle aged man who looked like he belonged in a suit, and a broad shouldered woman with red hair. They both took a hesitant step to the side. Did I forget deodorant this morning? Maybe that title of ‘smelliest feet’ was well earned in last year's locker room awards.

"First, we will go through some basics, after which we will start with some combinations. We will keep them simple, which means I want to see excellent form from those of you who have been here longer okay?" Serena introduced. 

It seemed simple enough. 30 minutes later Logan was sweating and muscles he didn't even know he possessed hurt. There was so much to know. First position. Third position. Plie.Port de bras. Tendu. 

“Why is there so much French?” Finn groaned, even as he flung his leg back out in a poor imitation of what Serena had shown them. 

Trust me love, knowing what the words mean doesn’t help much.

"Eyes up," Serena called. "Yes, I'm talking you, Mr. O'Hara. It is generally considered impolite to stare at the behind of those in front of us. “Don't make me send you to the other end." 

“It’s such a good behind though,” Finn chuckled. 

They moved on to what Serena called ‘centre work', next. Logan was glad to get away from the barre, but as Phillipa demonstrated the series of movements Serena dictated, any relief ebbed away. The only thing getting him through was the stupid goofy grin on Finn’s face. 

“Plie. Jump,” Serena showed, lifting a good few inches off the floor despite her age. “Make sure to really push off the floor, so you're engaging your glutes and hamstrings.”

Finally, Logan thought, something he could do.

“Very good, Logan. Just try to land with a little more grace.” 

Logan felt the small proud smile that had crept onto his face slip away. More grace. He wasn’t exactly known for being graceful. Fast and powerful, he could do. Grace was not really his department. 

“Hey, don’t worry. I used to get the same critique. Just pretend there's a tiny puppy underfoot and you don’t want to squash it.” 

“Quoi?” Logan frowned.

The same broad shouldered woman he’d been stood by earlier (he thought her name was Jenny, or maybe it was Agatha) made a jump, exaggerating the soft movement. “Don’t kill the puppy.”

“Right, don’t kill the puppy.”

And like every stubborn decision Logan ever made, he tried again.

"Better," Serena praised.

Logan caught Leo looking a him with a muted smile - the same kind he made when Harry did anything vaguely new - and hoped the tan of his skin hid the blush he could feel warming his cheeks.

[sunshinemage]

Interview: Commander Littlearrow edition

.:: INTRODUCTION ::.

Can you introduce yourself?

My name is Rory Littlearrow. If you want the full pedantic shebang, it would be 'Commander Littlearrow, Champion of Aurene, Head of Dragon's Watch'. I am devoted to Tyria and its protection. But I wouldn't mind a holiday from time to time.

What is your gender identity, orientation and relationship status?

I identify as male, bisexual and happily married.

Where and when were you born?

I was born in 88 Phoenix, 1289 AE in Rata Sum.

What is your weapon of choice and fighting style?

Longbow when I want to keep my distance or when I'm on a vantage point, sword & warhorn (sometimes greatsword) when I fight in closer quarters. I specialize in the use of various poisons that I coat my weapons in. There are also my black and white moas, who fight alongside me.

Lastly, are you happy?

There are... currently a lot of things in the world that would make anyone unhappy, but we're doing alright, I think. I'm happy with what we manage to accomplish each day.

.:: FAMILY AND FRIENDS ::.

What’s your family like? What is your relationship with them?

My family is my old team: my wife Audra, Ossun and his daughter Osnje, whom we like to call our niece.

My family is also all the new members that came along: Taimi, Gorrik, Jory, Kas, Rox, Braham, Canach, Caithe, Zojja, Logan and Rytlock.

Describing them would be very long and I don't want to talk for hours, but they all are the best people in the world, and I love them dearly. Despite the losses and the tragedies, despite the numerous hardships and the distance.

If you're talking about my biological family, I don't know if they're alive and I don't care.

Have you ever ran away from home?

Ha! Wouldn't be here if I didn't run away.

I never ran away from my true home, though. Skipped class or sneaked out once or twice yes, but never ran away.

Would you consider marriage or having children?

Already married! Never thought about having our own children, we're both are quite busy at the moment.

Do you secretly hate one of your friends?

If I hate them, they're probably not my friend.

Which friend knows everything about you?

Audra does. There are maybe two or three things Ossun doesn't know, but then again we traveled for almost eighteen years together.

I'm working on being less... taciturn with Dragon's Watch. I haven't told them much about me for some reason. It felt like there never was the time. But I'm working on it.

.:: ASKED BY FANS ::.

Are you literate? Have you been to school?

Although I am Asura, I didn't do my studies in one of the three Colleges. I finished growing up in the Durmand Priory and learnt everything I needed to know there.

The eeriest prediction you made that later came true?

I wasn't the one who made it, and it's not exactly true, but one time Ossun was a bit drunk and joked that if Audra and I ever tried to have a child, it would look like a dragon. And now, I have a dragon daughter... even if she grew so beautifully that she looks and sounds timeless. I still held her when she was an egg!

What is something you were embarrassingly late to realize?

When I fist arrived to the Priory, there always was someone talking about master Stonehealer, how they had to show him this and that, how he gave a nice lecture... I thought this master Stonehealer had to be a respected scholar, but I never got to properly meet him until a couple of years. The only time I saw him before actually meeting him, he was sitting on a bench, unmoving, so I just walked past. I thought this was an actual lifeless statue, I had no idea this was Stonehealer.

In my defense, I was young.

Do you have mental health or physical issues?

Mental health issues, probably. I died.

No physical issues, at least for now, which is kind of a small miracle, given all that's happened to me.

What is your current main goal?

Peace and stability.

.:: THIS OR THAT ::.

Drink or food?

Food! I love a god drink, but I like to eat more.

Cats or dogs?

Both are perfect in their own ways.

Early bird or night owl?

Night owl by choice, early bird by necessity.

Optimist or pessimist?

I like to think I'm optimistic, but people would tell you otherwise.

Sassy or sarcastic?

Sarcastic.

.:: HAVE YOU EVER- ::.

-been caught sneaking out?

Only once, and it was the first time I tried sneaking out. The next times I was more careful.

-broken a bone?

My left arm when I fell from a big rock while trying to sneak out. Which was why I got caught. I couldn't shoot a bow properly for a little while, I was miserable.

-received flowers?

A child from Skimmer Ranch in Elona gave me an Elon Lily. I keep it preserved in my pocket.

-ghosted someone?

I don't know, maybe? Not intentionally, at least.

-pretended to laugh at a joke you didn’t get?

Oh yes. When I went to Hoelbrak for the first time. Fortunately Ossun was with me to tell me when to laugh.

_____

That was fun! I won't tag anyone because I think pretty much everyone has done it haha

[snkts]

okay I have to put this down

What bothers me most about that scene isn't that they're having the discussion, or even the overt basis of it. Because they both have a point and their unique experiences help them relate to Laura in different ways.

On the surface, Remy is arguing to Logan that he treats Laura differently than he does Jubilee, and that's unfair. And he's right, Logan does react to them both differently, and that could easily come across as him loving one more than the other.

Logan's argument is he can't talk to Laura the way he talks to Jubilee because they're two completely different people. Jubilee, aside from her trauma of losing her parents and the foster system, is a relatively normal girl. Laura has never been normal. The comics version of Laura is reserved, subdued, and very literal (and that... Also has issues, given that when she was introduced as a brown-skinned girl in her conception in Evolution she was angry and reactive, and then she got whitewashed and mellowed out in the comics, but that's another discussion), and Jubilation is vivacious and excitable and energetic. Jubes' parental trauma means she clings to Logan; Laura, who has never had an authority figure that wasn't a handler, naturally keeps a distance. Logan will wait and Jubilee approaches, if he doesn't go to Laura she isolates herself.

And again, I haven't done as much thinking on Remy, because he's not my brainrot, but they both have a point IF YOU STICK TO THE SURFACE LEVEL. But instead of them coming to an understanding, Logan gets lectured for letting Laura join X Force and not letting Jubilee.

But here's the thing: HE DIDN'T.

I am all for Logan and Laura struggling to figure out their relationship, given that regardless of whether you think about the comics, the cartoons, or the movies, he's never been faced with a kid like her before. (Though I also want to say I think there's something very powerful about their conversation in Evolution, when Logan finally admits that he's also a victim, and the only person in the world who really understands what Laura went through, given that he's also been through the procedure, he was also enslaved and abused as a weapon, he also deals with the adamantium poisoning, grappling with a feral nature, etc etc). But they should have to figure out how to fit together, sure. That makes sense. But it is WILD to me that they have the touching scene at the start of the X 23 run where Logan takes Laura to the fair, helps her win prizes, takes her on rides, and asks to adopt her because he wants to be her dad. She replies he already is. And then they spend the next third of the run barely talking and all of their conversations are stilted and awkward-- anyway. (It's also wild that they have Logan almost refuse to call her Laura and usually call her X. This man has a visceral, violent reaction to being called his project designation. He's not doing that to a kid.)

Logan openly hates the idea of Laura being on X Force. He's not there when she joins the team - Scott comes and tells him after the fact. Logan's reaction is to immediately protest. He tells Scott that Scott should have asked him first; Scott replies Laura is an adult. Logan tells him Laura doesn't know how to say 'no' due to her abuse, especially if something sounds like an order. He also offers to do every single mission himself without complaint if Scott takes Laura and the other kids (and Proudstar) off the team because it's going to harm them in the long run. Scott refuses. This now puts Logan in the position where he either has to respect Laura's decision to be on the team, or tell her she doesn't get to make her own choices and he's doing it for her. He finds a middle ground of going with them to supervise. Throughout the mission, he tells Laura and James repeatedly they should leave the team, that it isn't good for them, they won't find their closure, and they should walk away now. They both refuse. When one of the kids gets hurt, Logan attacks Scott yelling that he knew it would happen and he needs to dissolve the team now. The team keeps going, so Logan puts his foot down and acts against Laura's wishes to force her off the team.

But the entire X 23 run, everybody is telling Logan he's horrible for Laura because he 'lets her on X Force' or because he 'put her on the team'. Storm, one of his closest friends, straight up says she doesn't know who he is anymore because of it. Like-- WHAT???? EXCUSE ME??? Why is he catching these strays? And that is the basis of Gambit's argument too. Logan is bad for Laura because he would NEVER let Jubilee on the team but had NO problem with Laura being on the team. To which I say again, what the FUCK. This is also fresh off the heels of Logan being POSSESSED AND IN HELL, to the point that when Remy calls Logan to come talk to Laura, he has to reassure her it's actually him because she's AFRAID OF HIM. The early issues of the run actually have Bagra Ghul puppeting Logan's body to torment her. And that is obviously horribly traumatizing for her but it's also bad FOR LOGAN. He damn near committed treason to try and get Laura off X Force, then got body snatched and was tortured for God knows how long, comes back, and everyone, even if they should know he was possessed, tells him he's a horrible father and Laura deserves better.

What the fuck.

What they also don't acknowledge, and I've mentioned this before, is that while Logan loves Laura, he didn't consent to her conception, and in fact her existence is tied to the worst trauma of his life. The closest real world experience I can relate it to is if he was assaulted, and then years later, found out a child had been born of that assault and grew up in an abusive household. He loves her but he can't fully separate her from Weapon X, and that is something they don't touch on nearly enough.

If I wrote that scene, it'd start similarly. Remy pointing out that Logan isn't handling Laura and Jubilee the same way and he worries about how it's impacting Laura. Logan could be defensive and then eventually admit yeah, but he feels they need different things - would Laura really like to go to a record store for Dazzler merch? No, Remy concedes, but when was the last time he took Laura out? Logan says he hasn't felt like she wants him to ever since the demon shit happened. Gambit tells him that Laura needs him and needs him to show her how to adapt to a better life, which means spending time together off missions. He could even start on Logan about X Force. Logan here would admit he's tried to get her off the team but she won't listen. Thinks he's a hypocrite, and thinks it's what they're meant to do. Maybe Remy can talk to her? She seems to like him. Remy replies that she likes you, too, Logan, she just doesn't know how to show it - but yeah, he'll see what he can do. But in return, Logan has to figure out something fun he can take Laura to do, just the two of them. And hell, maybe they can plan some outings for Laura and Jubilee to get to know each other better, too. And then, having reached a conclusion - even if Logan is still hesitant about being alone with Laura irt BOTH of their traumas from Bagra, they agree that they can keep in touch about her and go their separate ways for now. Gambit to take Laura out to lunch and talk about X Force, Logan to do some soul searching about what this kind of fatherhood means for him. Maybe Logan thanks Remy for being there for Laura, and Remy replies with reassurance that Logan will be fine, and that it's no trouble - but he's not watching ALL of Logan's kids for him, even the king of thieves only has so many hands.

Anyway that's my rewrite and I'm sticking to it

It's my last day at work, it's a half day so it should be a crunch, and all I can think about is how I would rewrite the Gambit and Logan discussion from the x 23 comics

[heyitsmejona]

Jona’s Story

background reference 

Story under the break!

TABLE OF EVENTS:

Backstory

Zhaitan

Mordremoth [HoT]

Break [LW3]

Balthazar/Joko [PoF]

Kralkatorrik [LW4]

Jormag [IS] 

Warning: Some big spoilers for every single story part in GW2 ahead! 

1. Backstory

She was born and raised in Divinity’s Reach and had a more or less protected childhood. It was always her dream to become a member of the Seraphs. But her parents died really early into her teenage years because of a bandit attack on their bakery. Then it was only her older sister and her, who had to make due by themselves. Her dream was slowly moving away from her, they had to sell the bakery and she started to work as a barmaid in one of the taverns. As she reached adulthood her sister met her future spouse and moved to Queensdale a few years later. Jona remained in Divinity’s Reach, until she spit up a bar fight between a group of Seraphs and citizens. That is when she first met Logan, her life made a full turn afterwards and she soon carried the armor of the seraphs proudly. Her name grew after she saved the Village of Shaemoor, helped her Quaggan friends and became a member of the Vigil. Still unaware of future events, her life began to enter a downward spiral as her sister got captured by the Harathi. She managed to save her just in time but after she brought her to safety she had to depart, to save Lion’s Arch from an unknown threat.

2. Zhaitan

After joining the vigil, she fell in love for the first time. It was truly magnificent for her. She wasn't on to make friends easily, so this pretty much surprised her. After she saved Lion’s Arch from the first Undead attack. The massacre of Claw Island was a blink away. Her love died on that island, she would never return to. Her anger and rage was short, but her grieving began. She went to Orr, fought the Undead and their master Zhaitan. But her heart grew empty. So many good people died there, her groll was mostly aimed at Trahearne. She could not even look him into the eyes anymore. She always wondered how he could lead so many people into their wet graves with the look of excitement on his face. But she also gave herself a load of guild too, she didn’t stop it. She knew you weren’t able to save everyone but she could have at least tried a bit harder. That was when she entered another turning point in her life. She left her friends behind and disappeared. She wanted to help people but this was not the way.

3. Mordremoth

The expedition into the Heart of Maguuma and its failure happened. She couldn't just close her eyes about the whole event, so she went to help. But not as the commander, just as a mere soldier with a new face and name. Maguuma was hard and unforgiving, she did  not stay until the very end. She could not, the thought that her friends were captured and might die just because she didn't offer her help, broke her. During all this she only met Aurene only briefly one time. She made a beeline for the Shiverpeak Mountains. 

4. Break

One of her sister’s friends, an old norn woman owned an abandoned homestead not far from their own. She offered it to Jona in exchange for a little help with the Dolyaks and the Sons of Svanir. Almost no one from her former life knew where she was, or if she was still alive. Until she began to exchange letters with Zojja. Who wrote her about all the things that happened in Maguuma and Trahearne’s and Eir’s death, that Logan and her were still recovering and what all her other friends were up to. They build a strong friendship over the many letters exchanged. It helped them both, to tend to old wounds and give each other a helping hand as they built themselves anew again out of their broken parts. After a while Jona made the decision to travel again, see where she could help folks out. And maybe she slowly got her mind ready to finally stop running.

5. Balthazar/Joko

With the “discovery” of The Crystal Desert and Elona her travels were bound to end up there eventually. She met her friends in a fight against the Forged and helped them out. Both sides were not really ready for the sudden meeting, but when is one ever ready for something. The climate was tense and the remaining trust only a thin strand. But Jona stayed and the old nature of their friendship started to shine through. But she was a different person now, not entirely, her essence was still the same but some parts changed. She was wiser now and more collected and ready to die for everyone. Which eventually happened by the hand of Balthazar. She didn't really mind, it was peaceful? She had to return of course, there were still things to do but it brought to her a certain comfort. She didn't have to fear death anymore. Joko, the master of the Awakened was only a mere wood lump in her way, which she stepped over easily. He was a bit funny, I think they could have been friends in another world. But her next problem wasn’t far ahead.

6. Kralkatorrik

The third elder dragon she met ate Balthazar? And she was off to fight a new threat to the world. She didn’t go by commander anymore though. She was just Lady Jona to her colleagues and subordinates. Many still called her commander of course, and just blatantly ignored her request. The title was a form of respect to them. She wondered if her suffering would ever find an end. During all of this she got finally introduced to Aurene. Aurene knew that Jona was her champion, it was supposed to be this way. But Aurene also saw that Jona would not easily be swayed into this position. It took a lot of trust and many personal talks to accept that this was her destiny. She liked Aurene, and saw her more like her little sister over time. She planned to introduce her to her older sister, once this was over. Because let’s be real, Aurene’s original family totally sucks. They deliver Kralkatorrik from his pain together. But another war was as always about to start soon.

7. Jormag

After Kralkatorrik’s defeat, the relationship between the Charr legions began to boil slowly but surely, and soon the blood legion attacked and Bengar's betrayal would let the galaxy fall into disarray. (I’m sorry) Jormag whispers weren’t far away and grew louder and louder. They wanted Jona to become their champion. Jona was prone to listen, these times would expose themself to be another straining experience on her mental wellbeing. She almost gave in a few times, would not have others been there to help her find a way through the snowstorm. Almorra’s body was discovered, another friend and lost love gone.But she was stronger this time and Aurene and Taimi got her back. Braham and her still didn't talk about Eir much but Rox grew to be a new friend and ally in dangerous situations. Gorrik turned out to be funny and she almost adopted him, she loved that little guy and would always listen when he told her about Blish. She isn't really one to hold grudges, so when she found out that Rytlock released Balthazar and Ryland was his son or that Gorrik was a former member of the Inquest she almost toppled over from laughing so hard. She even forgave Braham for blaming her for Eir’s death, even though he didn’t talk to her about it. He wasn’t so wrong after all but not justified either. But damn, did she hate Ryland.

To be continued?

[waokevale]

Porcelain Face - Chapter 2

[One year ago]

 Logan has finally graduated from collage and started his new job as a teacher at the local high school.

Similar to the students teachers were also introduced by the principal, but more formal.

The principal has showed him his new class meanwhile also telling him about the car accident the previous teacher had as Logan tried to make a pitiful expression on his face.

It was hard, since most of your life you lacked emotions like some heartless robot.

After that he perceived to talk to them as he examined all of their faces. Nothing has surprised him until he saw a boy with an interesting "face" or more exactly a paper material mask that could somehow change it's expression, which was also a little burned and scratched either meaning the boy has probably gone through a lot or he just had a worn off mask on his face.

The students all looked differently at him

Some were excited, some were curious, some bored or unimpressed and others....Ugh...let's just say their face wanted to do the illegal things from the movies that Logan despised yet had a contact with them somehow.

Mostly girls...The dressed up ones specifically.

The mysterious cardboard boy though had especially different expression than everybody else, at least his mask showed a different one.

It was somewhat of  fear and anxiousness, like Logan was some sort of a threat to him.

He could as well examine what is wrong later as he was told by the principal to start his lesson or at least hear what the students wanted to say about themselves...

And so they did. 

Most of them were stereotypical.

Popular girls, mean kids, intelligent one's that lacked sleep, (that Logan could tell because of the bags under their eyes) or so called nerds, gaming kids who too lacked sleep, loners and theatre kids. 

Nothing much changed in these 5 years that had passed since he attended high school.

It was rather disappointing for him to say.

Then again...It finally came to the cardboard kid.

He wasn't like most of them, some of them were very confident while they were  talking, some were bored and some stuttered a bit but managed to say what they intended to.

This kid was quiet. it was clear, that he tried to form words behind his mask but wasn't able to until someone else has spoken.

-"He's just a quiet freak, that's what he is!" Some kid laughed.

The boy in the mask was getting even more nervous from the unnecessary attention and the laughter from the other kids.

-"That's enough!" - Logan yelled emotionlessly as the class that was giggling went silent.

-"Listen to me James, it was clearly not funny for either me or the boy, I'm wondering how would you feel at his place.

But I hope you learn one thing from this lesson, no one should care about your idiotic opinions, might as well keep them to yourself, won't you?" Logan kept talking with a dead look on his face and voice that could be described as Arctic cold yet venomous like a viper.

The kid that was very confident before now fearfully flinched in his chair as he did not expect that from the new teacher.

After Logan's own monologue he sat back on his chair and counted to five. He perfectly calculated the time as when he said five the bell rang and everyone run out of the class, except the cardboard boy, who walked sloppily and shakily.

-"Would you mind staying a little longer in the classroom?" - Logan said as the short boy in hoodie flinched but nodded slowly in defeat.

-"Sit down here, please." - The man in the glasses and the tie motioned to the nearest chair from his desk as the boy listened to his command and sat there, still very anxious as ever.

-"Do you know why I have told you to stay here?" Logan asked calmly yet that didn't help the boy as he kept shaking.

-"...n-n-n-no." - He barely mumbled his reply.

His voice was weak and shaky, it wasn't much of a surprise for Logan though.

-"Do not worry, kid. I do not intend harm upon you or anything of that matter. I just want to communicate with you for a bit, since the break has already began."

The boy nodded getting a little better from the answer.

-"First, If it wouldn't be a problem I would like to hear your name. Mind sharing it with me?Do to the fact I do not wish to call you a "kid" unless you want me to."

-"V-V-Virgil..." The cardboard boy replied.

-"I'm glad you have shared this information with me, Virgil." - Logan tried smiling but it looked more like he made a derp face which made Virgil chuckle, but he suddenly realised his "mistake" and apologized.

-"What are you apologizing me for?" - Logan asked.

-"F-f-for l-laughing....I-I-I shouldn't, I-" the kid broke down in his chair.

Logan didn't know exactly what to do, but he knew that in these situations you usually go to the person and try to comfort them as he came closer to the boy and put his hand on Virgil's shoulder.

-"Virgil, that is untrue, I'm not sure if you've known that laughing is actually healthy for your organism? As well as the hormone endorphins that represents your happiness, if you've studied it on biology. Happiness is very important for your mental health. If you experience lack of happiness it can cause mental illnesses which are not good for your body.

Besides you didn't intend to laugh at me for no reason at all. I myself fail at emotions and I'm incredibly sorry for not helping at all."

-"It's O-ok Mr.Be-" But Virgil's sentence was cut off by Logan saying:

-"Though I like my surname I do not wish for you to call me by it. 

Just call me Logan when it comes to conversations like this one. I don't want to feel like someone who can't exactly be trusted by you, besides I'm only six years older than you. 

 I Intend to be your friend not foe." Logan blankly explained.

-"Y-you won't like m-me Mr-Logan, I'm v-very sorry."

-"It's okay, Virgil. You are a very nice kid so I see no reason for me not to like you." The man in glasses encouraged.

-"B-but m-my mask...." Virgil stuttered getting nervous yet again.

-"What's wrong with it? Despite it having burned marks and scratches of course." - 

-"-Aren't you f-forcing me to take it off? M-many of the other teachers tried, but I always said n-no, a-a-and...t-they a-always sent m-me to d-detentions f-for t-t-that... - the boy said while softly sobbing.

As we've already seen Virgil was a very fragile kid back then, it was very easy for him to break down.

Logan looked rather shocked and disappointed if you could actually read his expression.

-"I've read the school rules 3 times and there was nothing about not being able to wear masks or any other items even do to important means of course. Since you are clearly not wearing this for show I do not understand why would they do such things."

-"B-b-because t-they h-hate m-me.

E-e-everybody does....." Virgil finally cried covering his cardboard face in his hands.

To his and Logan's own surprise he has embraced the younger boy with a hug.

Virgil was frozen at first, but he slowly melted into the hug.

After a minute or so Logan has finally pulled away as he couldn't hear sobs no more.

-"Are you feeling better Virgil? Or should I call someone"

-"No-no-no! It's fine, I'm fine! .....Thank you so much M-Logan...I'm sure you'll dislike me one day anyways, but I-I'm glad that at least for now you sort of accept m-me."

-"Do not assume Virgil. You are a likeable, good person. Your mask or what's under it does not define you. Just please, at least try to understand it." Logan said.

The boy nodded unsurely as the bell rang for another lesson to start.

Virgil has already run back to his seat getting anxious again and fearing what would the person who usually sat there do to him.

Logan sighed sadly as he got out of the classroom, since Virgil and the others had a lesson with a different teacher this time.

He headed back to the teacher's room  mumbling to himself.

-"Some changes must be made...."

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Logan's mom/big bro mode has activated! I hope you like the chapter.

:V

[arc852]

3 times Virgil Felt Small and the 1 Time He Didn't

Summary: Virgil has always been small but lately it seems he’s been smaller than ever.

Warnings: panic, fear, self-deprecation, spiders, worry, being trapped, almost freezing, and feelings of helplessness

1

 Virgil had always felt small, mostly because he was. Compared to everything around him he was but a bug. He stood no more than four inches tall, it was no surprise. However, he didn’t truly know the meaning of feeling small until he was captured by three humans. Up until that point he had made an effort to not get anywhere near the human’s he lived with. Not just for the rules of his kind, but for his safety and fear as well.

 Of course, the one time he had made a mistake and he was caught. Just like that. No warning, no preparation. Just something as simple as the light turning on and he was seen. Patton had been the one to find him that night. Later on, Virgil would come to find out that Patton had had a nightmare that night and had come down initially to bake some cookies. That had changed when Patton locked eyes with Virgil.

 Virgil had been terrified, but honestly, the meeting had gone better than expected. Sure, Virgil had sprained his ankle trying to run away, but Patton turned out to be very gentle. Virgil had always thought Patton would react to him by squealing and squeezing and the borrower was thankful that turned out to not be the case. (Both those things would come later though when he was more comfortable with all of them).

 That night had ended with Patton wrapping Virgil’s ankle and Virgil falling asleep in a little makeshift bed on Patton’s nightstand. Virgil still doesn’t know how on earth he fell asleep that night, what with his heart racing from fear and worry. But he did and Patton would tell him later that he looked cute when he did.

 And then came the next morning.

 Virgil almost thought the night had been a dream until he heard familiar voices on all sides of him. He shot up, blankets falling off his form as he stared up into the equally wide eyes of all three humans living in the house. Patton was near the back and was looking a little nervous as he glanced from his friends to Virgil. The look did nothing to ease the borrower.

 “What on earth is it?” Virgil remembers Logan muttering to himself. Virgil had winced at being called an it, but later down the line, Logan had made sure to apologize profusely for it. Still, at the time the word only made Virgil feel smaller.

 As Logan continued to study him, Roman had been the one to take action. Before Virgil could fully realize what was happening, he found himself swept up in Roman’s hand. His face inches away from the self-called prince. Through his rapidly beating heart, he had heard Patton gasp.

 “Roman! Be careful!” Patton had reprimanded Roman, but he had been too focused on Virgil to really hear him. 

 “You are simply amazing! You’re so small!” Roman’s finger had poked his side as he said this, causing Virgil to yelp and flinch away. Again, Roman hadn’t seemed to notice. Before Roman could do anything else, Virgil felt another pair of hands cup around him and take him away. Virgil had let out another involuntary yelp and looked to see Logan was now the one who had him. Virgil started to curl in on himself.

 “You’re right, it’s simply amazing. This creature shouldn't exist, yet here it is.” Logan had muttered once again to himself. Virgil had not liked Logan’s gaze right then. It had felt like it was piercing through him. Logan went to adjust his glasses with his free hand when Virgil felt Roman’s hand come over and pick him up again. Honestly, Virgil had been surprised none of them had been able to feel the rapid beating of his heart. In the moment, it had felt like it was gonna explode.

 “And he is just so cute!” Roman spoke giving him a smile, but his eyes had held a bit too much fascination and curiosity for Virgil’s liking. It hadn’t lasted long though, because Virgil soon found himself back in Logan’s hands. And then back to Roman’s and repeating a few more times. Each of them going back and forth, words flying over his head as Virgil was slowly succumbing to a panic attack.

 “Enough!” Patton had shouted, finally having enough with everyone. Virgil felt himself being scooped up one last time and held closely to Patton’s chest. Patton had sent everyone a disappointed glare. 

 “Can’t you guys see you're scaring him?” Patton’s voice had gone soft, after feeling that Virgil was shaking. The other two humans had gone silent as they stared at the borrower, both exchanging mixtures of guilty looks.

 “I think you guys need to leave for a bit.” They had left with no argument and Patton had rubbed Virgil’s back a few times as he set him down on the bed.

 “I’m so sorry about that kiddo. But everything’s okay now, I promise they won’t hurt you. They just got over-excited.” Patton had slowly stopped with the rubbing and had stood up, walking towards the door.

 “You relax here and I’ll go talk with them, okay? I’ll be back later with some food for you.” And with that Virgil had been alone.

 Virgil hates to admit it, but he remembers every single bad thought he’s ever had. And that morning, the only thing running through his head was how weak and worthless he was. That he couldn’t stop them from doing anything they wanted to do. He had felt small.

 The others had gotten better, even with the rough start. But unfortunately, that hadn’t been the last time Virgil would feel so small. 

***

2

 It was a few weeks after he had first been found and Virgil was walking around the house by himself, for some much needed alone time. All the others were currently out of the house, giving him no reason to be afraid of being on the floor. As much as he had grown towards the humans, he still felt overwhelmed by them and was thankful for any and all alone time he was given.

Virgil gripped his bag tight as he made his way to the kitchen. Patton had suggested leaving food out for him, but Virgil had politely declined. He was perfectly capable of getting his own food. After all, he had been doing so since he was twelve. And any chance that he was able to show his independence he would.

 When he came up to the counter, he unclipped his hook and spun it around over his head before letting it fly. It hooked against the edge of the counter with practiced ease. Virgil let a proud smile grace his features. He then took a deep breath and started to climb. He reached the top of the counter, rolling the hook back up as he surveyed his surroundings. 

 Now he could just get some of the crackers he knew were in the middle cupboard. But really, Virgil was craving something that he had been introduced to just recently. Ice cream, Patton had called it. It was the first time Virgil ever ate anything that actually tasted good cold. And he was really craving more of the strange food.

 But that begged the question of where it was kept. The food was cold which meant...Virgil turned toward the fridge. But no, not there. Patton had said it was kept extra cold since it apparently melted very easily. With that tidbit of information, Virgil’s eyes glanced a little more up towards what he knew to be the freezer.

 No, no he couldn’t. The freezer was dangerous, he shouldn’t even be thinking about risking it. He could just have a cracker now and wait for the others to get home to have some ice cream. But an image flashed in his mind. Of the others calling him out on not being able to get it himself.

 You really couldn’t get it yourself? Seriously?

 I knew we shouldn’t have left you alone.

 Weak. Pathetic. Worthless.

 Virgil gasped, only just realizing he hadn’t been breathing. He hated how those thoughts intruded his mind, but he couldn’t stop them. He knew they were wrong, but what if they weren’t? What if the others looked down on him (more so than they already did) because he couldn’t get something as simple as his own ice cream by himself.

 Before Virgil could talk himself out of it, he was slinging his hook towards the top of the fridge. 

 He was able to climb up there no problem. He put away his hook and sat near the crack of the door. Using his feet, he pushed the door open enough for him to slip through. Hooking his rope onto the top, he slowly lowered himself into the freezer. Immediately he could feel the drop in temperature and felt a shiver crawl up his back. Thankfully he was wearing his hoodie, so it was a little more bearable.

 He looked around, spotting the tub of ice cream quickly. He jogged over to it and studied for a way to get in. He was so focused on his task that he didn’t notice the door to the freezer was closing. Not until he heard his hook fall into the freezer with him and he was cloaked in darkness.

 He stood there a moment, his mind not willing to take in what just happened. 

 And then the panic set in.

 Virgil ran over to the door and tried his hardest to push it back open. He was desperate, ramming his shoulder into the door so hard he was sure it was now bruised. But despite his best efforts, the door didn’t so much as budge.

 He was trapped.

 Virgil backed away from the door, breathing heavy. He shivered, was it just him or had it suddenly gotten a lot colder. The cold seemed to seep through his hoodie and right to his skin. Virgil hugged himself.

 There was no way out, he was going to freeze, he was going to die-

 Suddenly, from outside the freezer, he heard the unmistakable sound of the front door unlock. Followed quickly by a number of voices. The humans were home. His friends were home. He ran back up to the door, any thought of them thinking he was worthless gone in favor of just wanting to get out of there before he froze.

 “Virgil, we’re home!” He heard Patton shout.

 “Guys! Help!” Silence. Furrowing his eyebrows he pressed his ear against the door.

 “Virgil?” He heard Patton say again, this time quieter. “That’s weird, he usually comes out by now.”

 “Guys!” Virgil tried again, screaming even louder. 

 “Maybe he’s resting, you never know. I’m sure he’ll turn up eventually.” He heard Roman say.

 “No! Guys, I’m in the freezer, help!” He slammed his fists against the door, praying they would hear him.

 “I guess…” Patton said and then the voices of the others slowly faded out. Virgil’s eyes widened.

 “No. No. No no no no no no no!” Virgil continued to slam his fists against the door, ignoring the cold that stung his hands as he did so.

 “Patton please!” Virgil screamed, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. “Logan!” His voice was quieter this time and his hand laid resting on the door now.

 “Roman.” Virgil slid to his knees, head against the cold freezer door. He shut his eyes, the tears finally falling.

 They hadn’t heard him. 

 They hadn’t heard him.

 Even screaming at the top of his lungs, banging with all his might against the door, they couldn’t hear him.

 Because he was too darn small.

 Virgil curled up into himself, trying his best to reserve any and all body heat. He doesn’t know how long he stayed like that, but eventually, he heard a voice grow closer.

 “You guys want some ice cream too?! I think there’s enough-Virgil!?” The door opened and Virgil looked up to reveal Roman. The human was looking at him with shock and what seemed to be a deep concern.

 “Holy mother of-Virgil how long-how did you even-” As Roman stammered he reached in and scooped Virgil up. All Virgil could do was snuggle into the warm hands. “Guys! I-I need help!”

 It was a bit of a blur after that for Virgil. He recognized the panicked voices but couldn’t quite make out what they were saying. He then felt himself move between different touches of warmth before being settled into something soft and very warm. He let out a small sigh of relief as he felt his body finally start to warm up.

 He ended up falling asleep. The nightmares that followed replaying the experience over and over again. Feeling smaller than ever.

***

3

 Even with being with humans for the past two months, Virgil had been able to avoid one thing. Being on the floor while any of the others were around. Virgil had made it a point to not be on the floor with any of them. For the fact that accidents could always happen and the view that would be revealed to Virgil from down below. Telling him how tall the humans really were and how small he really was.

 Unfortunately, Virgil couldn’t avoid it forever.

 He thought no one had been home. Patton had said earlier that they were all going to see a movie. They had offered him a chance to go but Virgil declined like he always did. Being out and about with so many humans wasn’t his idea of a good time. He much preferred movie nights inside.

 Anyway, because Virgil thought no one was home, he decided to use the floor instead of his tunnels in the walls to get to the kitchen. He was walking down the side of the hall when vibrations started from under him. Virgil froze.

 A part of him was hoping it was an actual earthquake that was happening but he knew that wasn’t right. The way the vibrations rumbled, he would know it anywhere. But unfortunately, he was too far from any exit of his to get out of the way. He was forced to watch as Logan turned the corner, looking down at a book in his hands. 

 Virgil squeaked in fear as he finally got a good look at the human’s true height. The massive figure coming toward him caused his heart to falter, despite knowing Logan would never hurt him. He took several steps back in fear and the movement seemed to catch Logan’s eye because he glanced away from his book and towards the ground. His eyes met Virgil’s.

 “Oh, hello, Virgil.” Logan greeted. Virgil couldn’t find his voice and simply waved. 

 Logan paused for a moment and thought for a moment before he started to bend his knees and reach down toward Virgil. Virgil let out another little squeak and could only turn his head away from the hand as it came towards him. It wrapped around his body before lifting him up to Logan’s chest height. As soon as the hand stopped, the palm opened and allowed Virgil to sit on it.

 “Sorry. I figured I could help you get to where you needed to go faster. I assume you were headed for the kitchen?” Logan asked. Virgil, trying to control his shaking, just nodded and Logan started walking back where he had come.

 Virgil had been picked up before but never like that. Never from that kind of angle. It had truly been terrifying. 

 And once again, it only reminded Virgil of just how small he was.

 At this point though? Virgil might as well be used to it.

***

+1

 “Logan, are you sure this is safe?” Patton asked, looking at the machine Logan was fiddling with nervously. Logan nodded.

 “I am positive,” Logan said as he stood up straighter to grab a wrench. After having discovered Virgil, Logan had been hard at work in trying to replicate such a stature in a human. Essentially, he was trying to create a shrink ray.

 “Are you sure it’s going to work this time?” Roman asked next with a raised eyebrow. Logan paused.

 “...Theoretically, it should.” At Logan’s words, Roman groaned. 

 “Great, you said that last time too.” Roman huffed. Yes, he thought the machine was cool and wanted it to work just as much as Logan but after 8 failures Roman wasn’t exactly optimistic.

 “Alright.” Logan took a step back to admire his work for a moment before placing the apple on the desk a few feet away from it. “Now, hopefully, it will shrink this apple.”

 “Oh, I really hope this works,” Patton whispered, bouncing up and down in excitement and nerves. Logan was thinking much the same.

 Logan flipped the switch and stepped back, watched at the machine whirred to life. It flashed and made noises and for a moment, it really looked like it was about to fire but then it suddenly died. Logan’s shoulders slumped.

 “Oh…” Patton said in disappointment and Roman sighed. 

 “Well, I suppose that means back to the drawing board,” Logan muttered. He went over to the device but suddenly it shook to life again. But...it was shaking a bit too much. All three human’s eyes widened as a fire of light shot out of the device, heading straight for them.

***

 Virgil exited the walls, finding himself on the kitchen counter with a frown. He had been looking for everyone for about an hour now but he was starting to think no one was home. Which was weird, considering Patton had told him they weren’t going anywhere today. Maybe an emergency happened? He hadn’t heard any alarmed shouts though…

 Speaking of, just as he thought that, he heard a scream. “H-Help!” Virgil’s eyes widened as he would recognize that scream anywhere. 

 “Patton!” Virgil quickly descended down the counter and ran into the wall where the scream seemed to have come from. He skidded to a halt in shock and gasped. Patton, Logan, and Roman were all there but...but they were small. Like borrower small. But that was impossible...Virgil had to be dreaming.

 Patton let out another short scream and Virgil finally noticed the other creature along with them. Virgil’s eyes widened as he took in the large spider. It was slowly crawling towards the shrunken humans with a look Virgil knew all too well. Dream or not, he was not about to let his friends get eaten by some insect.

 He unsheathed his pin from his side, happy he had grabbed it today and ran to jump in front of the others. They gasped. “V-Virgil?” He heard Patton ask and Virgil turned around and smiled at them before turning back to the spider with a determined look.

 The spider hissed at him and ran forward but Virgil kept it back with a slash. The spider faltered a little but was back on him in an instant. Thankfully, Virgil was used to dealing with the quick movements of spiders and easily slashed the side of it. It collapsed in agony, writhing around and oozing blood out of the large gash. Deciding to put it out of its misery, Virgil brought his needle down into it. The movements ceased.

 Virgil let out a sigh as he sheathed his pin. He heard shuffling behind him and he turned to meet Patton’s gaze, who had taken several steps forward. “You...You saved us!” Patton ran forward and collided with Virgil in a hug. 

 Virgil’s eyes widened at the strange feeling but of course, he felt himself hugging back. He couldn’t believe he was hugging Patton. Properly hugging him. Patton pulled away and held him at arm's length. “Oh, kiddo...look at you!” Patton grinned and they both seemed to realize this was the first time they were properly seeing each other.

 “Wha-wait, Virgil are you taller then Patton?” Roman said, coming up next to them. Virgil blinked and looked at Patton and...huh, he seemed to be a few inches taller than the usually giant human.

 “That’s...that’s just weird.” Virgil shook his head. “What happened? Am I dreaming?” Virgil asked, only for Logan to answer with a sigh. He adjusted his glasses.

 “I’m afraid not. I’ve been working on a shrink ray for some time now but...well…”

 “It got messed up and ended up shrinking us even though it wasn’t supposed to.” Roman continued for Logan.

 “This is crazy,” Virgil muttered and took notice that while he was taller than Patton, both Logan and Roman were still taller than him. Although, unlike normally, it was only by a few inches. It was really freaking Virgil out, seeing his friends like this instead of giant.

 “Yes, I must say it’s quite…” Logan trailed off as he stared at the dead spider. “...interesting down here.”

 “I think you mean terrifying. I don’t know how you do it, Virge!” Patton exclaimed, hanging onto his arm. Virgil thought for a moment before shrugging.

 “Uh, I guess I’m just used to it?” He didn’t know any different, after all. Although at times, it was still scary to Virgil. “So...what are we going to do? Is this...permanent?” Virgil asked nervously, hoping that wasn’t the case.

 Thankfully, Logan shook his head. “No, but the device blew out its battery when it miniaturized us, so we have to go retrieve another one.”

 Virgil hummed. “A battery huh? Well, those are in the top drawer in the kitchen on the right if I’m remembering...clearly…” Virgil trailed off in embarrassment as the others looked at him. He coughed. “Uh, sorry.” It was probably weird to hear that he knew where things were.

 “Don’t be, stormy nightmare,” Roman said, swinging an arm around Virgil’s shoulders and causing a yelp to escape him. “You actually just helped us. None of us could remember where we put them.” He chuckled sheepishly and Virgil, at the new information, gave a small smile.

 “But now we have another problem. How do we acquire it?” Logan asked as they all started towards the kitchen. As they walked, Patton moved to hold Virgil’s hand. Again, the feeling was strange but Virgil didn’t pull away.

 “Oh, that’s easy,” Virgil answered. “I’ll just climb up there and get it.” Virgil watched as the three humans froze for a moment, causing him to stop as well. They all exchanged looks and Virgil raised an eyebrow. “Wait, did you guys seriously forget I could do that?”

 “What? No! Of course not, we would never-”

 “It appears in our panicked states of becoming small we had overlooked that particular fact, yes.” Logan cut Roman off, causing the other to glare at him.

 Virgil chuckled. “Well, it’s a good thing I’m here.” They certainly would have been stuck like this without an actual borrower to help. They started back towards the kitchen, quickly coming up the counter. The humans eyed it with awe but for Virgil didn’t think twice about it as he took out his hook and swung it up to the top.

 “Whoa! What a throw, kiddo!” Patton exclaimed with a grin. Of course, he had seen Virgil throw his hook before but from this perspective, he could see just how impressive it was. Virgil blushed at the praise.

 “Oh, uh, thanks.” After checking to see if the string was secure, Virgil started to climb. He made it to the top in under a minute and then went to the drawer he knew held the battery. He used his legs to push it open enough for him to drop inside and he looked around the dark, his eyes adjusting to it almost immediately. 

 “How many did you need!?” Virgil called out from the drawer and he strained his ears to hear a reply.

 “Just one!” He heard Logan call out, so Virgil grabbed one before hoisting himself out of the drawer. 

 “Got it!” He yelled before heading back over to his hook and climbing down with one hand as the other held onto the battery. When he reached the floor he found himself once again tackled into a hug by Patton.

 “That was awesome, kiddo!” Patton exclaimed as he nuzzled into Virgil’s side. Virgil blinked and found himself blushing again from the praise. 

 “That was quite impressive, Virgil,” Logan added on, only for Roman to jump in.

 “Impressive? That was way more than impressive, Virgil practically just scaled up a skyscraper like it was nothing!” Virgil blush grew to a deeper red and he let out a shy smile at the praise. Honestly, it felt good. He slowly pried himself away from Patton before flicking his wrist and sending his hook down. He caught it in midair and he heard another awed gasp at the simple action.

 “Uh, anyway, we should get this back to your room, right?” Virgil asked, looking at Logan. Logan nodded.

 “Of course.” They started walking back the way they came, towards Logan’s room and the device. Virgil still held the battery under one arm as Roman came up to him. 

 “I can hold that for you, emo nightmare.” Roman offered and Virgil blinked at him.

 “Are you sure? It’s kind of heavy.” At Virgil’s words, Roman scoffed. 

 “Please, it’s just a battery. It can’t be that heavy.” Roman said. Virgil shrugged and passed the battery onto him. As soon as it was in his arms, Roman nearly fell over. The only reason he didn’t, was because Virgil was there to help keep him up. “What in the holy mother of Disney!? This weighs like a ton!”

 Virgil chuckled. “I tried to tell you.” Virgil took back the battery and Roman was even more in awe when he saw that Virgil held it with no problem. He supposed he never realized just how strong Virgil was.

 They made it to the room a few minutes later and stared up at the desk where the device lay. Virgil rolled back his shoulders and took out his hook. “Alright, so I’ll just scale up and put the battery back in. No problem.”

 Virgil threw his hook up, just as he had done before in the kitchen and scaled up the side of the desk. “Yeah! Go, Virge!” Patton shouted and Virgil grinned. Honestly, he had never felt so needed before. Or special. He was only doing normal borrower things, after all. Nothing big.

 He reached the top and looked at the device. He frowned at the weird look of it and walked all around to try and find where the battery was supposed to go. “Uh, Logan where am I supposed to put this?”

 “There should be a small indent on the backside, with screws around it. The screwdriver should be nearby.” Logan shouted up. Virgil frowned and headed around the backside of the device. He saw the indent and the screwdriver but...well, he had little idea how he was going to do this by himself.

 “Uh, guys, I think I might need help!” He went over to the edge to look down at the humans. “I need someone to hold the screwdriver in place while I twist it.” The humans all exchanged looks.

 “I’ll do it!” Roman volunteered and went up to the hook still hanging over the side of the desk. He paused and eyed the long way up, gulping. “Um…”

 Virgil noticed Roman’s hesitance to climbing and hummed in thought for a moment. “Hold on Roman! Be right back, don’t move!” Roman was confused but he didn’t have to be told twice.

 Virgil went over to the desk drawer and pushed it open, hopping inside. He grinned when he saw exactly what he was looking for, a paper clip and string. He grabbed both items and started molding the clip into a hook shape before double knotting the string to it. He climbed out of the drawer and gave it a test tug, satisfied with his work when he saw that it held. He ran back over to the edge and slid down his hook with practiced ease.

 Roman stepped back in surprise and Virgil smiled at him. “Don’t worry, I have a plan.” Virgil took the newly made hook and tossed it up right next to his. 

 Patton’s eyes widened. “Oh! You’re going to help him up!”

 Virgil nodded and grinned at Patton. “Yep. I’ll climb up with you, just to make sure you don’t fall or anything. Sound good?”

 Roman nodded. “Yes, not falling sounds wonderful.” 

 Virgil nodded and help Roman grip the string properly before grabbing his own. “Now just do one hand in front of the other and keep your legs on the string, like this.” Virgil demonstrated, moving up a few inches before stopping and looking down at Roman.

 Roman took in a deep breath and nodded before starting to climb up himself. He certainly struggled a lot more than Virgil but at least he was making progress. Virgil had to reach out a few times to steady him and help him along but eventually, they made it up to the top with no problems.

 “I did it!” Roman grinned and Virgil chuckled. 

 “Yeah, you did pretty well Ro. Good job.” The borrower turned to the screwdriver. “Alright, now I need you to hold the end steady while I twist.”

 Roman nodded and did as told as the two lifted it up and held it to the screws. With Roman’s help, it was easy for Virgil to twist the screws out. It only took them a few minutes before all the screws lay on the table and the plate fell off the device, showing where the battery should go. There was already one in there but like Logan had said, it looked worse for wear.

 “We got it open!” Virgil called down.

 “Good! Then replace the battery and that should do it!” Virgil nodded despite Logan unable to see him and with Roman’s help, they managed to free the partly melted battery and replace it with the new one.

 “We did it!” Virgil called down.

 “Yay! I knew you could!” Patton shouted up and Logan had a fond smile on his face.

 “Perfect. Now, I need you to flip the switch that should be on your right and Roman will have to come back down here with us.” Logan explained. Roman and Virgil shared a look.

 “Think you can get down on your own?” Virgil asked, half teasing and half-serious. Roman rolled his eyes but he had a smile on his face.

 “Yes, I think I’ve got it down.” He wrapped an arm around Virgil’s shoulder. “Thanks to an amazing teacher, of course.” Virgil found himself blushing again and Roman chuckled before removing his arm.

 “Just be careful,” Virgil warned and Roman nodded, grabbing the string and slowly moving down. Virgil waited until Roman gave a shout of victory before sighing in relief and going over to the switch that Logan had mentioned. He flipped it and then looked down at the floor where the others were moving.

 “Okay, I flipped it! Now what?” Virgil yelled.

 “Push the button next to the switch on my command!” Logan yelled back and Virgil went to stand next to said button.

 Logan moved everyone to where they had been standing before and looked at everyone to make sure they were ready. “Alright, Virgil! Now!”

 Virgil pressed the button and he quickly backed away as the device lit up and started shaking. A beam of light shot out of it and Virgil turned away. He didn’t look back until the light died down and he was both surprised and happy to see his three friends normal-sized once again.

 Patton immediately ran over to Virgil and lifted him up and Virgil was glad to say that he barely even flinched. “Kiddo, you were amazing!”

 Virgil blinked. “Wh-What?”

 “Well, without you, it’s possible we would have been stuck like that.” Logan chimed in. “We were clearly unfit and unprepared to face the dangers and obstacles of being small.

 “I-I mean, I was just doing what any borrower does…” Virgil trailed off and Patton lifted him higher, giving him a soft smile.

 “Kiddo, you really have to stop selling yourself short,” Patton spoke gently.

 “Yes! You are quite the strongman!” Roman noted. “Even stronger than me, when we are to scale.”

 “Not to mention, it takes a lot of skill to do the things that you did,” Logan spoke up.

 “And a whole lot of bravery!” Patton spoke again.

 “You...You guys really think I’m brave? A-And strong?” They all nodded.

 “And smart, yes,” Logan added on, adjusting his glasses as he did so.

 Virgil looked down, rubbing at his arm. “I mean, it’s just...it’s kind of hard not to, ya know, sell myself short...considering…” He looked down at himself.

 “Kiddo…” Patton bit his lip. “Kiddo, you are so important to us. That was proven more than ever tonight. Just because you’re small...doesn’t mean you aren’t big in your own ways.”

 Virgil blinked and really, it was proven tonight, wasn’t it? He hadn’t felt as small as he had been when he was helping his friends out. And they had needed him. Really and truly needed him. And now Patton was basically saying that...that they would always need him?

 “O-Oh…” Virgil felt a weight being lifted off his shoulders at all their words and tears started to flow down his cheeks.

 “Aww, kiddo…” Patton said as he noticed his tears. “Do you want a hug?”

 Virgil nodded. “Yes, please.”

 Patton hugged him close to his chest and the other to get as close as possible, surrounding him in familiar and soothing warmth.

 It was the first time in, well, ever, that Virgil didn’t feel small.

 In fact, he felt quite big.

 …

 “Hey, if the device can grow us back to normal...can’t it grow Virgil too?”

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Chikara: Zenshin suru (2/?)

Summary:Moving forward. At least thats what Ellie is trying to do. Meanwhile Colt finds trouble back home. Catch up HERE. If you would like added to the tag list, let me know.

Raiting: Mature. This series deals with violence, angst, death, sexual situations and bad choices. Read at your own risk.

Ellie sat up in disbelief oh you have got to be kidding me she flopped back down on the bed. "Oooh come on Ellie, its gonna be so much fun." Ellie rolled her eyes as she was lifted up off the bed. "Seriously Ingrid, how the hell did you end up in here? You had a different roommate." Ellie groaned, could her luck get any worse? A horribly emotional Thanksgiving, and now this, she was convinced someone hated her.

"Well," Ingrid flipped her hair and sat on ellies bed "I put in for a new roommate before Thanksgiving. She was horrible, she used to microwave liver, the dorm smelled like burnt rotten sneakers." She pointed her finger to her throat, making a gagging sound. "So they called with this opening and well,  here I am!" She perked up. "Come on, there's a party tonight in the dorms across the quad, lets go."

"A party? God no. I'm really not in the mood to party, it was a long,  long break and a long flight, you go on without me this time ok. " Ellie refused.

"No can do! I have watched you mope around this campus like a sad little puppy dog. It stops now! Get up, get your ass dressed." Ellie eyed Ingrid in disbelief, was she really going to allow her high school rival boss her around. She stared at Ingrid a moment longer,  arms folded against her chest. "Fiiiiiiine!" She got up and started getting ready. Once she was fully dressed she grabbed Colts jacket and walked out the door.

They walked into the crowded halls of the building across the quad. The music pumping throughout, kegs in many of the rooms and almost everyone had a red solo cup in hand. "Want a beer?" Ingrid tried talking over the loud music. "No. I don't drink." She shouted back, Ingrid shrugged her shoulders "suit yourself."  Ingrid paraded Ellie around, introducing her to so many people. She felt oddly out of place, but if she was going to try and move on, she figured maybe this was a start. What she wouldn't give to have Riya here with her now, but Riya was a little over an hour away at hartfeld. They were standing there talking to some girl Ingrid knew when two guys approached, one with Dark blonde hair, the other a brunette with stunning blue eyes. The girl walked away leaving the two of them, with the two guys.  "Looking good Ingrid." The blonde smirked as he leaned in kissing Ingrid's cheek. "Kyle, this is Ellie. Ellie, kyle." Ellie gave him a shy wave. "Nice to meet you Ellie, this is my friend Nick." Kyle introduced the two.

Ingrid and Kyle were caught up in an intense, flirtatious conversation, leaving Ellie and Nick standing there. "So. You don't look like you want to be here." Nick finally broke the silence. "I'm not really into the whole party scene." She admitted.  "Neither am I, I only came because Kyle wanted to see Ingrid." He chuckled as he stood next to Ellie. "Yeah. Ingrid drug me out. Still getting used to being friends with her, after being rivals for so long."

"Oh, so you two knew each other before college?" He quirked his brow, seemingly interested in having a conversation with her. "Yeah. We went to the same high school. Battled for valedictorian our senior year."

Nick leaned in a little closer.  "And which one of you won it?" His voice low and Intoxicating. She bit her lower lip. Trying to stop the huge grin from spreading across her face. "I bet it was you. You got that smart and beautiful thing going for you." Her face was now beat red. "Beautiful huh?" She tried to even her voice, praying he didn't hear the slight tremor. "I call it how I see it. And you Ellie, are probably the most beautiful woman here." Ellie turned a deep shade of crimson,  it had been a while since anyone flirted with her. She couldn't help but think about Colt, what he was doing in that moment, wondering if he even thought of her at all anymore. Ellie mentally reprimanded herself, she was trying to move on with her life, she needed to stop pretending that she and Colt were anything but a distant memory now. "Hey Nick, wanna dance?" Nick smiled wide "Lets do it."

****

California…

Colt climb off his bike and stashed it, he made his way quickly down the familiar street and ducked in the side through the loose boards. He had been coming to the shop here and there for a few months, ever since the heat from the FBI died down. He hadn't been in a couple weeks, he spent Thanksgiving break with his mom and he was itching to get back to the shop and continue his treasure hunt. He started in the back of the shop, mostly sticking to the private quarters. His pop wasn't like a regular blue collar guy, he didn't use a bank except for the legit auto shop account. Everything else he had was hidden in the shop like In the walls where one or more of his great grandparents installed a fireproof safe, Loose floorboards, hollowed out cabinets with a removable panel. Colt had found the deed to the garage, a copy of Kaneko's will leaving everything to him, the original he was certain in a safe deposit box somewhere, he knew he would have to piece clues together,  it was what his dad did. He also found Several stacks of money, bonds and other property deeds.

He climbed the steps to Logans loft. He had yet to go up there, the bitter taste of Jealousy still thick on his tongue. He hated Logan from the moment he met him, he hated that a pretty boy was his father's prize poodle, he had the nice car,  the good jobs, and he had Ellie eating out of the palm of his hand. He snorted, a smirk forming on his lips when that changed. He swore he could still feel the softness of her lips pressed against his, her arms wrapped tightly around him as they lost themselves in the pacific.

Colt walked through the room, stepping over debris, a gaping hole in the roof letting the moonlight shine in giving him some natural light.

He found a metal box under the burnt bed frame, he had to pry it open, not much inside except a few slips of paper and a flash drive. He checked his phone, 9pm. He had been there longer then he should. He pocketed the flash drive and descend the stairs to the bay. His eyes landed on something glimmering in the moonlight. He reached down to pick up the item,  his heart caught in his chest as he realized what it was.

******

The day he took Ellie to her driving test, he wandered around inside the dmv, waiting for her to finish up. He knew she would pass, she was a natural. A rack of keychains sat displayed in front of him, he fumbled through them until he found the perfect one.

He waited outside as Ellie bounced out of the DMV, a freshly printed license in hand. "I passed, I passed!" She squealed as she threw her arms around Colts neck. "Congratulations. Here I got you something." He held out the silver crown keychain. Ellie looked between him and the key chain, as she took it out of his hand "thank you colt. But why a crown?" Colt shrugged his shoulders, "I'll tell you later, now come on let's get back to the shop."

*******

How did it get here? He knew Ellie had it on her keychain when she left for school, she hadn't been back to the shop after that night, unless. Unless she was there, sometime while he was away. He felt the lump in this throat grow bigger, she was there and he could have seen her. In that moment the need to see her, to feel her in his arms, to hear her voice, taste the sweetness of her lips. It was all too much to bare. He shook the thoughts from his head,  she was at Langston, safely away from the crime ridden streets of LA, it wouldn't be long until he was with her again.

He put the keychain in his pocket, along with the flash drive and headed to where he stashed his bike a few blocks over. He kept looking over his shoulder,  a nagging feeling he was being followed. He got to his stash spot, attempting to quickly climb on his bike and start it and thats when he hit him. Colt crashed to the ground with a thud, his bike coming with him. He had just enough time to roll as his attacker came down on him with a knife. He sprang to his feet, adrenaline coursing through him. His assailant charged forward, colt side stepping, grabbing the attacker by the arm, bringing his elbow down on his shoulder,  the knife hitting the ground with a clatter.

The man clutched his shoulder, crying out in pain. "Wrong choice buddy. Guess you don't know who I am?" Colt spat as the man turned, baring a rage filled face. "I don't ask names, I do what im told." He circled Colt, looking for his opening when his fist connected hard with Colts jaw. The attacker grabbed the knife, as colt lunged forward, tackling him to the ground. Colts first landing blow after blow, the man lifted his hand, slicing into colts side. Fuck! Colt screamed out in pain, it only fueled his rage further as he screamed "Who sent you?" he screamed as he twisted his body bringing the mans arm behind him,incapacitating him. "Arg, not going. To tell you." Colt shook his head as he pulled his arm further behind him. "Ahhh. Wallace. His names wallace." Satisfied colt released his hold on the man, shoving him to the ground. "Of course he didnt give you a fucking name. The little bitch. He knew you'd never fucking do it." Colt circled the man, stalking him like a lion and he was his prey. The man looked up at him confused, A devious smirk played on his lips, "the names Kaneko." He let the name set in. "I'm thinking the letters M.P.C are flashing in your mind right now aren't they?"  The man sat there, paralyzed in fear. "Now, you run and tell all your friends, that MPC still runs things." The man nodded his head and took off.

Colt clutched his side,  the realization that he was hurt crashing down on him at once. He hopped on his bike, flying down the highway to the only place he could think to go.

He pulled up to a small house in a backwoods California town, Killed the engine and walked to the house. He reached the door, banging harder than necessary. "Colt. What the hell are you doing here?" The voice spoke through the latched door. "I know. I'm sorry but, its an emergency." He pulled his blood covered hand from his side. "I need your help."

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Veil and Sightless (Hank McCoy/Beast x Reader) Part 2

Part 2 of my HankxOC imagine.

(Y/N’s POV)

Whatever they wanted from me, it can’t be bad. As long as I don’t get expelled or anything.

That’ll give a large heart attack to both my grandparents.

And God knows of their spirits will haunt me.

But what I didn’t know.

Is that once I reached to the President’s office and the door opened.

My normal life was gone.

And frankly, I’m kind of glad it did.

(3rd’s POV)

Y/N gripped the strap of her book bag nervously when she noticed three unknown men in the room.

The one who was standing seemed to be a bit intimidating, he had beard and a slight frown on his face.

The other one had short hair that’s been placed behind his ears neatly and had a stubble beard.

The last one doesn’t seemed to be that old, he seemed to be in his mid-twenties. He had glasses on and a slight stubble facial hair under his chin.

Y/N tried to avoid their stares. Mostly the frowny one, who couldn’t help but stare at her with this intense look.

But Logan couldn’t help it, she looks so much like Holden that he almost called out to her name. But he knew it wasn’t really her, but Y/N.

It scares him how powerful Y/N’s gene can basically make a copy of her in her future grandchild.

Same shiny Y/H/C, same Y/E/C eyes, she can even be your sister.

“Ah!” Harvard President, John Michaelson, suddenly exclaimed happily. “Miss Y/L/N, how are you?”

“I’m fine.” Y/N said.

“Good, good. Now I’m sure, Miss Y/L/N, I’m sure you are curious to know why you were summoned here.”

“A little.” Y/N shrugged.

“Well before we explained, I would like to introduce you to one of America’s best researchers and also one of Harvard’s former youngest students to ever attend. Mister Hank McCoy and his colleagues, Charles Xavier and Logan Nicks. Gentlemen, this is Y/N Y/L/N.”

Y/N shyly raised a hand to Hank. “Hi.“ 

Hank shakes it gladly. “It is very nice to meet you, Y/N.”

“Likewise.“ She said.

Y/N couldn’t help but notice that his eyes were electric blue.

She detached her hand from his, fearing that her hand might start to sweat.

“Now that we all know each other. Y/N, there’s a reason why these fine men came here to Harvard. That reason is you.”

“What?” Y/N said in confused.

“Mr. McCoy and his colleagues here, are offering you a chance to work with them on a very classified project for the government.”

She frowned. “You are?”

Hank smiled. “Yes. But you can also have a say in this.”

Y/N studied the three men in thought.

This could be a huge opportunity, but there was something strange about these men.

That’s when she notices Logan’s choice of footwear. His boots.

Scientist don’t wear boots in meetings. Y/N thought in realization but didn’t show it easily.

Y/N was very different back when she was just a child. Back in high school, she would constantly be lost in thought and teachers would always complain about her not paying attention in class.

But she always managed to make a perfect score on every subject. And as always, they thought that she might be cheating. But as always, the never found any proof.

There was only one reason why she passes her exams, pop quizzes, and tests so perfectly. And it wasn’t just by studying.

She can deduct very well of what’s in front of her. A photographic memory if you will.

Example, just by a quick look on by the President’s tie, there was a stain on the top, it was small, all smudge and brown.

He obviously has a stash of unhealthy food in his drawer. And judging by the picture of his wife on his desk, She must’ve been the one to convince him to start eating healthy.

Y/N smirked on the inside, but she managed to look innocently clueless about the offer. Well, none existing offer.

“But why did you pick me?“ She asked.

"Your anesthesiology teacher, Donovix, he’s a very good friend of mine and he also told me about the young medical prodigy student in his class. You.”

Y/N frowned again and cleared her throat. “What about my classes, midterms are in two weeks.”

“That’s what I said,” Michaelson responded. “But Mr. McCoy will be glad to take charge and help you to keep up with your studies.”

Y/N pursed her lips. Too many thoughts came to her mind.

No way she was going to be a pawn of their scheme.

“I-I don’t know.” She lies with a fake uncertain look.

That’s when Hank decided that it was time. “John.”

“Yes?” Harvard’s President asked.

“Would you mind if my colleagues and I speak to Miss Y/L/N alone?”

“Oh of course not, I’ll be back in a few minutes. If you need anything, my secretary, Minnie, is just outside.”

And with that, President Michaelson of Harvard went out from the office and closed the door.

Leaving the young student and slightly neat dressed men alone.

Without saying anything, Y/N went to the door and lock it.

She turned to look at the three men in the room and sighed.

“Alright, what do you want really.”

“I’m sorry? W-” Charles said.

Y/N lifts her hand. “Huh-uh, I’m the one who’s asking the questions.”

She went to Michaelson’s desk as she began to speak again. “You three came here all the way from whatever the hell you came from, and come here in Oregon, to Harvard, just so you could speak to a student of a teacher that you barely know of.”

“How did you…?” Hank said.

Y/N opened one of the desk’s drawers and found what she's been looking for. Michaelson’s stash of junk food.

“Ah! Here it is." She muttered to herself.

Logan and the others were a little surprised that she pulled out a bag of gummy worms without a care. Y/N looked up to stare back at the strangers.

"I didn’t get accepted here just by hard work.”

The mutant men shared a quick look, trying to make sense of how she can see through their scheme.

“I’m an observer." She said and then sat carelessly on the President’s chair and rest your feet on the desk. "Plus Donovix hates me, it would make no sense of why he would brag about the student he despises the most.”

Y/N chewed on a yellow and green worm.

“Look,” Logan says out of the blue. “We didn’t come here to talk about your scholar life. We need your help.”

“If you’re lying to Harvard’s president just so you could ask for my help, it must be big.” Y/N said.

“We need you to help us break into a very high tech facility, The Pentagon.”

Y/N stops in mid chewing the gummy candy then swallowed.

The Pentagon, are they crazy. “Are you crazy?”

“No, we’re not.” Hank said. “But somehow you made an innocent teacher seem like he was.”

Y/N moved to sit straight and leaned on her elbows on the desk. She sighed, she didn't mean to make a teacher suspended. She just wanted to study in peace. And yet Y/N used her powers because it made her feel comfortable and safe. That’s why she was alone sometimes instead of studying in the library with friends like normal people.

But Y/N didn’t like normal. It creeps her out a bit.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about." She said.

Logan slowly walks forward. "You don’t need to be afraid. We’re mutants, just like you Y/N.”

Y/N blinks, she didn’t expect that.

But Y/N then started to think about the risks and possibilities if word gets out to the school’s Board of Oversees that she was a mutant.

She needed more facts. “Prove it.”

Logan lifts his arm and suddenly sounds of bones cracking began as three long shards of knife looking bones came out of his knuckle.

Y/N stared at it in shock and slightly amused. “Groovy.” She then looks at Charles and Hank. “What about you?”

“I can’t do it.” Charles says quickly.

Y/N stared at him, he showed no signs of lying. And yet, his eyes were filled with a look she was very familiar with, pain.

“Can’t or won’t?”

“I can’t do it.” Charles repeats.

Y/N shrugged. “It’s fine, you’re gonna show it to me either way, sooner or later.”

Charles rolled his eyes.

“And you?" She nodded at Hank.

He shifts a bit, obviously a little nervous about something.

"I-I can’t,” He said. “It won’t make a difference anyway.”

True, Logan did show his mutation anyway so that was enough proof.

But then Y/N notice the forms on his hands.

And then it clicked.

He wasn’t in his true form.

“You have a physiology mutation, don’t you?”

Hank looks at her in shock. “How did you… ”

“You’re fidgeting your hands a lot. Staring at them with this look, like you’re afraid of something.” Y/N said simply. “It wasn’t hard to piece up the puzzle.”

Hank didn’t say anything. He just stares at the beautiful, soon to be graduate Harvard student, who can easily figure out anything by just one look.

She was, as Michaelson had said earlier, abnormal.

But what shocks him the most, is that he thought that she was beautiful.

Y/N slowly smiled. “It’s alright, you don’t have to show me. Besides, you might even look better than the uptight snobs in my class. Always thinking that beauty can only be seen from the outside.”

The corners of Hank’s lips quirk up a bit. 

At least she’s not a ‘snob’ as she calls it. He thought.

Charles cleared his throat. “Since you know some of our mutation. Why not show us yours?”

Y/N gave him a nervous look.

She never shows her powers to anyone other than her family.

So this was a first for her.

Y/N took a deep breath and sighed it out. She closed her eyes and only think of one thing.

To disappeared.

The mutant men stared at her in wonder and surprise.

Logan did say that she can turn invisible at will and can produce powerful shields.

It was just their first time to see anyone who can disappear completely.

Without making a noise, you decided to have a little fun, Y/N stood up from the chair quietly. Still invisible.

Y/N went to sit between Charles and Hank on the couch.

She re-appeared, making them jumped up from their seat.

“Satisfied?" Y/N asked Logan.

He only sighed and crossed his arms. "So how ‘bout it? You in?”

Y/N crossed her legs. Thinking about the facts, the pros, and cons. Anything to make sense of why she should help them.

“I don’t know, I mean don’t get me wrong. It can get boring around here. But I need to get through this year without any faults and basically anything to not get kicked out of Harvard.”

“Don’t worry, we'll take care of the papers, the leave of absence documents. Everything.” Hanks states. “All we need is your approval and we leave for Washington tonight.”

Y/N bit her bottom lip gently, thinking carefully.

“What about the term bill charges and outside scholarships?”

“Already taking cared of.”

Y/N sighed and leaned back on the couch.

“Alright, I’ll do it.”

The mutant teachers, past, and future felt a sort of sense of relief.

“On one condition.”

They looked at her in question. “What’s that?” Hank asked.

“You do everything in your power to give my old teacher, Mr. Hemworth out from suspension and back to class. Where he belongs.”

“And Hemworth is?” Logan asked.

“The teacher that accidentally saw my mutation and was called crazy.” Y/N state.

“Why?" Hank asked. "He tried to expose you for your mutation. Why would you want to help a man who tried to ruin your life?”

“Because he was scared and confused. You cannot tell me that he deserved that fate just because he was confused about something he doesn’t understand.”

The girl’s statement surprise both Hank and Charles. It was the first time they heard a mutant who can understand the balance between anger and consequences.

“So will you do it?” Y/N asked hopefully.

Charles shared a hesitated look with Hank and Logan.

They knew what they needed to do.

“You have our word.”

And so, after a few calls and long, nonimportant, lectures by Michaelson.

Y/N and her ‘supposed’ substitutes were on a flight to Washington.

(Y/N’s POV)

“Any questions?” Logan asked as he and Hank explained the plan.

We were in a rental car, reviewing over the escape plan, making sure everybody knows their part.

The plan was for everybody, excluding Peter, will be on a tour for The Pentagon. It’s crowded which makes it perfect for Charles, and Logan to split up from the tour without nobody noticing.

Meanwhile, Hank will turn on a device that will disrupt the security cameras.

And as for Peter and I. Peter will steal a guard’s uniform while I remain invisible.

I didn’t want to risk to show my face to anyone who works in the Pentagon. That was part of the deal. So I wore one of Peter’s spare caps that he brought with him.

And here I am. Outside of America’s top secured building with Peter.

“Okay, for this to work I’m gonna need to hold the back of your head.” Peter explain.

“W-what? Why?”

“So you won’t get whiplashed.”

“Are you saying I might get my neck break?” I asked as I gave him a nervous look.

“I’m giving you a warning aren’t I?”

I gulped and slightly whimpered. This is not how I wanted to spend a Tuesday.

All of a sudden, without a warning, Peter brought us in a gush of wind into a small room that appears to be an elevator.

In the elevator was a guard with his hat on the floor. He went to pick it up and put it back on his head.

And as stared at the black and white walls of the elevator, he caught a glimpse of Peter’s reflection on the reflected black wall.

He turned quickly and Peter simply smiled. He took out the duck tape in his pocket and tapes the guard on the corner of the elevator where no one can see him easily.

“You know what to do?” Peter asked after he finished changing into the guard’s uniform.

“Yup, follow you behind and make sure not to get caught.”

“Ok.” As of cue, the elevator dinged.

“Showtime.” Peter said and I quickly turn myself invisible.

The door opens and revealed a long hallway with guards in two neat lines.

Peter slowly started to walk and I followed him.

I noticed that each and every gun were made of glass and another material that’s clearly not related to any metal.

We then stop at some kind of circulated room and we went in and the room turned. It stops until we were in a different hallway. Only one guard stands and the lights were dimmed.

Peter continues on with me following behind.

We were at the end of the hall, in front of a large door with no nob.

Peter turns casually to see the guard pressing some buttons on the wall. The large door then moves back to a new hallway appeared.

Peter went into the new entrance hall slowly and we see a dark room with a glass window on the floor. Lights were coming out from it.

Erik’s cell.

We went in and saw that Erik was laying comfortably on his bed.

Peter places the note in Erik’s lunch tray and put it in the sliding hole.

On the note, it said ‘mind the glass’, which will give Erik a warning.

Erik looks up with a frown and Peter smiled.

He crouches down and placed his hands on the glass. His hands began to vibrate at an inhuman speed. At the rate of his speed, the glass began to vibrate back. Until suddenly it couldn’t keep up with the mutant speedster’s pace and shattered into pieces.

Luckily, Erik covers himself before the glass hits him.

The alarm system went off and the door closes as the sounds of the alarm blared through the walls.

Erik looks up again and slightly smiles. He jumps and pulls himself out of his so-called impenetrable cell.

He walks a bit and stares at the door. “In ten seconds those doors are going to open. And twenty guards will be here to shoot us.”

And that’s where I come in.

“We thought it would.” I said.

Erik frowns and looks at Peter. “Did you say something?”

“Nope. She did.”

I made myself visible and Erik’s eyes widened in wonder.

“Fascinating.” He said and I smiled shyly at him.

I held out a hand. “Feel like getting out of this hell hole without being seen?”

Peter came over and he grabs my hand along with Erik.

I sighed and made us invisible. And just in time too, ‘cause the door slides open and it’s just like Erik had said, twenty guards came in and they had their guns ready.

They’re serious became confusion when they came in the room.

“Where are they?”

“Where is he?”

“Where did they go?”

The guards search around the cell frantically. Trying to figure out were their now missing prisoner was.

“Do it Peter.” I whispered to him and I felt one of his hands on the back of my head.

In a second, I felt a gush of wind and find myself back in the elevator.

I started to feel the familiar twist in my stomach but hold it in for a while. Things are about to get a little more difficult when the elevator’s door opens.

I noticed Erik holds himself by placing a hand on the wall. Peter was already back in his original clothes.

“You’re good, it’ll pass.” Peter states. “It happens with everyone.”

A moment passed. “Must’ve done something pretty serious.” Peter asked.

“Peter.” I muttered as I hit his shoulder.

“What?" Peter said in defense. "I’m just curious. I mean, what did you do man? What’d you do? What’d you doooo?” He sang the last part.

I rolled my eyes in annoyance.

“Why did they have you in there?”

“For killing the President.” Erik said.

Peter and I were eye-wide and I see Peter ohed simply, showing that he was unphased by the new. But I knew better when he mouthed ‘shit!“ to the still duct tape to the wall guard.

I put my cap more down, making sure the guard doesn’t see my face.

"The only thing I’m guilty of is for fighting for people like us.” Erik said.

“You take karate?” Peter asked. “You know karate man?”

Erik sighs out. “I don’t know karate. But I know crazy.”

Peter just simply smiles widely and chuckles.

Another moment of silence passed.

“So, they told us you can control metal.” I said. “Is that true?”

“Aye.”

“You know, my mom once knew a guy who could do that.” Peter suddenly states.

Why do I get the feeling like this piece of information is important?

The ding of the elevators snapped me out of my thoughts and the door opened. Revealing a soaking wet Charles.

“Charles?” Erik says in confuse.

Charles’s calmed look had suddenly become an angered expression and sent a hard punch to Erik’s face.

I yelped in surprised as Peter pulled me back so that Erik’s body wouldn’t hit me.

I look at Charles in shock. I didn’t know he had it in him.

“Good to see you too old friend.” Erik groaned out. “And walking.”

“No thanks to you.” Charles snapped.

Erik studies him as he stands up. “You’re the last person in the world I expected to see today.”

“Believe me, I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t have to. If we get you out of here we do it my way. No killing.”

“No helmet.” Erik gestures his head.

Helmet?

“I couldn’t disobey you even if I wanted.”

Charles took a step forward. “I’m never getting inside that head again. I need your word, Erik.”

After a short intense stare between the two foes. Erik nod in agreement.

Suddenly, the entrance door of the kitchen barged opened and guards were filling in the room, gun in hand.

“Nobody move!”

“Hold it right there!”

“We’re dead.” I muttered fearfully.

“Charles,” Erik waited for him to do something, anything.

“Hands up, Or we will shoot!”

“Freeze them Charles.” Erik said.

“I can’t.” Charles said,

And then all of a sudden, the tables began to shake.

“No!” Charles shout and went to push Erik.

I could only stand in fear as I heard bullets being blasted. I expected to have a painful feeling somewhere around my body. But nothing came.

There was no pain.

No blood.

Only the sounds of concrete being cracked and grunts filled the room.

I opened my eyes and saw that the guards were on the floor unconscious and Peter was standing far across the kitchen. Wearing one of the guard’s hat.

Peter saved us.

I look at him in disbelief and send him a half smile.

Charles was the first one to leave and the rest of us slowly followed him out.

Logan pats Peter on the shoulder. “Thanks, kid.”

And as I pass Peter, I gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “Nice work Peter.”

I pulled away and saw that Peter had a goofy smile on his face. I ignored it and continued to follow Logan out of the chaotic ‘shower’ kitchen.

(3rd’s POV)

“Peter thank you very, very much. You take care.” Charles thanked the speedster and shakes his hand.

“Hey, I saw your flight plan in the cockpit. Why you are going to Paris?”

The mission was a success. They had successfully freed Erik from the Pentagon.

But when Peter’s help wasn’t needed anymore, doesn’t mean that they don’t need Y/N’s.

*2 hours earlier*

(Y/N’s POV)

“What do you mean 'I’m still needed' ?” I said as calmly as I could, trying not to yell at the long short-haired man in the backseat of a rental car when Charles and Logan told me that they still needed me for a rescue in Paris.

“I know this is a bit inconvenienced,” Charles carefully explained .“But we need you for just a bit longer.”

I clasped my hand together. “Okay, I know that you guys gave me a week’s leave of absence. But that doesn’t really explain why I need to stay and Mr. Speedy Gonzales over here doesn’t.”

“Hey, I’m just clueless as you are.” Peter defended.

I groaned touched my temples in stress.

Hank turns his head to look at me.“Y/N, I’m sorry but where we’re going will have multiple risks that could happen if we don’t have you with us.”

“More than the prison break in the Pentagon?” Peter trails out.

“Yes, more than that,” Logan said. “We’ll explain to you more Y/N when we get to the airport.”

I let out a big sigh and began to chant inside my head. Reminding myself of why I was doing this.

Do it for the Professor and his family. Do it for the Professor and his family.-

At least this is for a good cause.

*Now*

(3rd’s POV)

Charles throws a set of keys to Peter, who caught it easily.

“Do me a favor and returned it for me?”

“Ok.”

“And Peter, take it slow.”

Peter grins.

Yeah, He’s not going to do that.

Y/N was the last one to go on board.

“You know,” She announces to Hank who was going to the pilot’s seat. “You still haven’t told me why we’re going to Paris.”

“We’re going on a rescue mission.” Hank said casually.

“Why? Who are we going to rescue?”

Hank paused but then sits on the pilot’s seat.

“An old friend.”

Y/N frowned and then sits on the other pilot seat.

“You mean a friend or a friend?”

Hank lets out a huff in mused. “A friend.”

Y/N lets it go for a moment then buckles her seatbelt.

“Woah, woah, what are you doing?” Hank stops her.

“I’m strapping myself to my seat?” Y/N was stating the obvious.

“But you’re not a pilot.” Hank points out.

“True, but that doesn’t mean I can sit here quietly as I study.”

Y/N shows Hank a thick textbook.

“Plus, I can literally feel a deep tension between Charles and Erik. And I don’t know about you. But I do not want to be in the same area with them. It could get ugly.”

Hank stares at the peculiar girl and felt the corners of his lips quirk up a bit.

*A few hours later*

Y/N was right.

There was a large tension that’s filling up the jet. Which makes it a bit harder for her to concentrate on reading her anesthesiology book.

And as she expected. One of the two tensed adult men spoke.

“How did you lose them?” It was Erik.

“The treatment for my spine affects my DNA.” Charles explained simply.

“You sacrifice your powers so that you could walk?”

“I sacrifice my powers so that I could sleep.” Charles trails off. “What do you know about it?”

“I’ve lost my fair share.”

“Ha. . . dry your eyes, Erik. It doesn’t justify of what you’ve done.”

“You have no idea what I’ve done.”

“I know you take the things that mean the most to me.”

“Well, maybe you should have fought harder for them.” Charles then snaps. “If you want a fight Erik-”

Erik sits up.

“Sit down!” Logan said.

“- I’ll give you a fight!”

“Let him come.” Erik says without a care.

Hank and Y/N turned quickly to see the disturbance that’s happening in the back.

Charles sat up and lunges to grab the front of Erik’s shirt.

“You abandoned me! You took her away and you abandoned me!”

Hank, Logan and Y/N continues to watch in hesitation, both fearing of what Erik might do.

“Angel. ” Erik said.

Charles was a bit startled by Erik’s choice of word.

“Azazel.”

Suddenly, the jet started to shake.

“Emma.”

The scales on the jet’s pilot controls started to tip.

Hank was starting to struggle with the steering wheel.

“Banshee! Mutant brothers and sisters.  All dead!”

The jet then tips aside, making everyone, excluded Erik, holding to something for their lives.

“Countless others…”

Y/N heard cracking sounds around her.

“Experimented on. Butchered.”

“Erik!” Hank calls out as he continues to try to get the jet back to its course.

“Where were you Charles!? We were supposed to protect them! Where were you when your own people needed you. You and Hank. Hiding, pretending to be something you’re not!”

“Erik!” Y/N screams.

Somehow, Y/N’s voice was the only thing that broke Erik from his rage and manages to control his powers again.

It’s as if that single cry, a cry from a desperate girl. Who wanted to feel safe again. Made Erik realized where he was.

“You abandoned us all.” He says coldly at Charles.

The jet started to go back to its original balance and begins to fly back smoothly.

Everyone was breathing heavily. Both terrified and shocked of what almost had happened.

Hank turns to Y/N, hands still on the wheel. “You okay?”

“I’m fine.” Y/N manages out.

Charles then stands up and pushed past Erik to go to the back the of the jet.

"So you were always an asshole.” Logan comments as he lights up a lighter for his cigar.

“I take it we’re best buddies in the future.”

Logan chuckles. “I spent a lot of years trying to bring you down bub.”

“How does that work out for you?”

“You’re like me. You’re a survivor.” Logan sucks and puffs out a cloud. “You wanna pick all of this shit up?”

Erik lifts his eyebrows in mock.

*8 hours later* 

It was close to midnight. Y/N was asleep on the couch. Logan was slowly following her example.

Y/N was on one of the seats, clutching her book to her stomach. Even though she can practically memorize every text in the book. She still likes the feeling of reading a book.

Books are her life.

It was a very important part in her life. She loves the feeling of new or old paper pages on the tips of her fingers, the smell of parchment was like an addicted aroma that she could never get tired of.

It was really hard for her to choose what genre of books she likes.

Although, poetry was #5 on her list. She absolutely loves Emerson’s work along with Alan Poe’s.

Most girls her age would read a romance novel. But Y/N likes to be challenged. She would get her hands on any book around. Whether it be school related or something that she finds interesting. She’ll read it.

Unfortunately, it was time for her beauty sleep.

Erik went over to Charles with a chess board that’s already been set. He places it on the table.

“Fancy a game? It’s been a while.”

“I’m not in the mood for games, thank you.”

Erik sighs. Getting Charles to be friendly would be a challenge for him. After everything he’s done, Erik doubts that they would become friends again.

He grabs a glass nearby and the bottle filled liquor.

Logan watches lazily at them. It was still strange for him to see Charles and Erik in such a youthful age. . ish.

Erik pours a drink. “I haven’t had a real sip in ten years.” He says and slowly takes a sip. Swallowing it, taking in its familiar burn.

He studies his glass. “I didn’t kill the president.”

“The bullet curved, Erik.” Charles stated.

“Because I was saving him.” Erik explains. “They took me out before I could.”

“Why would you try and save him?”

“Because he was one of us.”

Charles’ eyes softened in surprise.

JFK.

President.

A mutant.

Charles lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He didn’t know if this was a lie or the truth. But he didn’t want to know.

“You must think of me so foolish.” He said. “We’ve always said they would come after us.”

“I’ve never imagined they would use Raven’s DNA to do it.”

“When did you last see her?” Charles asked.

“The day I left for Dallas.” Erik takes a seat across Charles.

“And how was she?”

Erik thought for a moment. Many words came to his mind.

“Strong. Driven. Loyal.”

“How. . How was she?”

Erik hesitated. “She was… We were. . ”

What? Charles wanted to courage Erik to finish his sentences.

Erik looks up at him. “I can see why she meant so much to you.”

Charles slightly sighs and takes another sip.

“You should be proud of her Charles.  She’s out there fighting for our cause-”

“Your cause. The girl I raised was not capable of killing.”

“You didn’t raise her, you grew up with her. She couldn’t stay a little girl forever, that’s why she left.” Erik tries to get some sense into Charles.

“She left because you got inside her head.” Charles says sullenly.

Erik let’s out a small breath in wry. “That’s not my power. She made a choice.”

“But now we know where that choice leads, don’t we? She’s going to murder Trask. They’re going to capture her. . and they’re going to wipe us out.”

“Not if we get to her first. Not if we change history tomorrow.”

Charles looks at Erik’s still glazed look.

“I’m sorry Charles,” Erik says dolefully. “ for what happened. . . I’m truly am.”

Charles leans and cracks his neck a bit. He takes the last sip of his drink and leans forward. “It’s been a while since I played.”

At least it’s a start. Erik thought.

“I’ll go easy on you.” He says. “Might finally be a fair fight.”

Charles looks at him. “You have the first move.”

Erik moves the first metal pong with his powers.

After a few more moves, Hank strolled out of the flight deck and passed the two.

“Getting some shut-eye Hank?” Charles asked, not taking his eyes off the board.

“Just a quick bathroom break.” Hank states in mild with a small smile.

But when Hank passed Y/N, he stops and notices that she was shivering a little.

Hank looks at her broodingly and went to the seat across her. He bends over to open a hatchet under the chair and pulls out a wool blanket.

Hank takes the book that Y/N was hugging carefully away from her arms and places it on a table. He unfolds the blanket and drapes it carefully over her body, trying not to wake her up.

Although Y/N was asleep, she sighed in content and nuzzles consciously into the fabric wool.

Hank couldn’t help but study her.

Even asleep, she looked pretty and, dare he admits it, beautiful.

Then, as if his body has a mind of his own, Hank's hand reaches out and brushed away a small strand of hair away from her face and places it behind her ear. Hank realized what he was doing and quickly pulls his hand away from her face.

He blinks rapidly at his action and decided to set his unknown feelings aside. He stands to head to the bathroom again.

”. .mrci .Hank.“ A muttered voice said.

Hank turns his head in surprised at Y/N, knowing that it was her voice. Her eyes were slightly opened but at the same time, they were closing in drowsing.

“Merci.” She whispers as she looks at him with tired eyes. She closes them after and nuzzles back into her given blanket.

Hank smiles softly at her state and began to walk to the bathroom again, along with a rapid beating heart.

Unknowingly, Logan was the only one who notices his smiles and Y/N’s thanks. He let out a breath and leans back in his chair.

Oh boy.

It was only a matter of time until they both realized how much they need each other.

The universe has always a unique way to intertwine two individuals. It would be most likely that most relationships in the future would change when the Sentinels won’t be born.

But the universe must’ve made an exception for Y/N and Hank. For their love can withstand time itself.

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