#good race today logie bear

[teneleven12xiii]

I dont care if Logan is not going to be your driver next year, he is your driver now! Treat him better!!

[norrisainz33]

Team USA || LS2

☆ summary: the 2024 Paris Olympics have started and Logan Sargeant’s partner is set to make her Olympic debut

☆ pairing: logan sargeant x olympian!reader

☆ fc: none until the very end

☆ warnings: none

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ynuser: the day i’ve always dreamed of is here - i’m headed to the 2024 olympics to represent teamusa! thank you to my friends, my family, and my logan for supporting me through every up and down over the past few years. time to get the gold 🇺🇸🦅🏅

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teamusa: can’t wait to see you in Tahiti! 🇺🇸

user1: RAHHHH AMERICA 🇺🇸🦅🇺🇸

user4: ‘my logan’ i’m sleeping in the road

logansargeant: i could not be more proud of you y/n/n

ynuser: couldn’t have done it without you logie bear

user2: they’re my favorite couple on the grid

williamsracing: congratulations y/n! american or not we will be cheering you on 💙

yourbff: america’s it girl

user3: USA USA USA

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williamsracing: Ahead of the Olympics starting today, we put Albono and Sarge to the test 😂🎨

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user13: whelp they tried their best

user16: LOGIE IS SO POOKIE CODED liked by ynuser

ynuser: close enough 🇺🇸

williamsracing: our olympic queen 😫🫶🏻

ynuser: my admin 😘

user5: admin has a crush on her too it seems

user12: RAHHHHHH LOGAN 🦅🇺🇸🦅🇺🇸

user17: resign logie bear or else!!!!!!!

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user22: BIG DAY FOR AMERICA 🇺🇸🦅🇺🇸🦅🇺🇸🦅🇺🇸

alex_albon: let’s go y/n/n!!! 🏄‍♀️🌊

lilymhe: OUR GIRLFRIEND IS GONNA EAT

logansargeant: our?!

lilymhe: how many times do we have to talk about this logan!!! that’s my girl too!!!

logansargeant: fine but you have to share alex with me then

lilymhe: done and done

ynuser: i’ll be cheering for you from tahiti!! score some points for me baby 💙🇺🇸

logansargeant: i’ll do my best sweet girl 💙 score a perfect 10 for me 😘

ynuser: call me when you can after the race, i miss you and your face so much

logansargeant: i will!!! i miss and love you so very much

user27: you’re scoring loints this weekend i just know it

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user27: seeing him happy is such a good feeling

user88: no for real - he hasn’t been this happy in a post race interview in a while

user47: he needed this

user28: logan deserves the world

user29: he loves y/n so much it’s sickening

user31: boyfriend of the year award is his fr

user23: sargenation we are so up rn

user88: we used to pray for times like these

user55: both of our american beauties slayed today

user65: someone get this man a contract asap!!!

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logansargeant: thankful for the break because it means I get to cheer on y/n in person as she represents teamusa. into the final push for gold we go🏅💙🇺🇸

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user24: mr and mrs america

user25: USA USA USA RAHHHHH EAGLE GUN SHOT BOOM BOOM BOOM 🦅🇺🇸🦅🇺🇸

oscarpiastri: i may be rooting for australia but i am still so proud of you y/n

ynuser: osco 😭 thank you

ynuser: i’m so glad you’re here logie. your support is unmatched 💙

user27: THE power couple

lilymhe: america’s sweethearts 🫶🏻

ynuser: wifey 🤭

lilymhe: mommy 😍

logansargeant: stop flirting on my own post

lilyzneimer: the most iconic girl in the world, let’s go y/n!!!

ynuser: the sweetest girl in the world 🫶🏻

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logansargeant: SHE DID IT!!!! Y/N is an olympic gold medalist!!!! To say i’m proud would be an understatement. y/n/n, i am in awe of you.. you have worked harder than anyone i’ve ever seen and i am so lucky to have been able to grow and reach for the stars by your side. You’re a gold medalist baby - you’re the best in world. soak it in 💙🇺🇸🏄‍♀️

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user2: not me crying watching y/n take the gold (im not even american)

oscarpiastri: congratulations y/n!! an impressive effort all around. looking forward to you teaching me your ways 😉

carlossainz55: vamos y/n!

lilymhe: QUEEN OF THE WORLD LETS GO

alex_albon: YESS Y/N!!!

williamsracing: our golden girl 💙

naxverstappen1: simply lovely stuff ynuser

alexandrasaintmleux: félicitations ma belle fille 🫶🏻🏅

georgerussell63: y/n yabba dabba did it!! 💪🏻🏄‍♀️

lilyzneimer: i’m so proud of y/n i can’t stop crying 😭

pierregasly: me, kika and simba are so beyond happy for you y/n

user24: stop all the drivers and wags and admin supporting her is so wholesome

user87: the outpouring of love is so beautiful wtf 😭

user25: the american dream (or whatever idk)

ynuser: logan hunter sargeant i love you more than i’ll ever have words for. your support, guidance and compassion over the years is one of the only reasons im here today. thank you for being there for me and flying half way across the world to watch my dreams come true 🤍🤍

logansargeant: there is no place else i would have rather been

user28: listen if my partner doesnt support me as much as logan supports y/n… i dont want it

user65: i just fell to my knees

user29: she is captain america 💙🦅💙🇺🇸

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☆ a/n: i love the olympics and logan just felt right for this one. thanks for reading!! likes and reblogs appreciated

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[nightskylonging]

Nightsky's thought log of the Monaco GP 2024

That was an awful crash (Checo & the Haases), thank God everyone is okay.

Carlos and Oscar - that got overshadowed quick

KMag's getting a race ban out of this, isn't he.

I scrubbed through the red flag, why isn't Esteban restarting??

It's a good thing I didn't watch this live, I'd have had to leave for church in the middle

'This is the only opportunity' George your 40s fighter pilot is showing

Fastest lap to Carlos (lap 9), boys, play nice

Carlos Sr in the captain's chair (cry-laugh emoji)

Is it just me who gets kinda nauseous from the driver's eye camera? It's not so bad for this because it was a day race, but still

'Pootling around' Never change George

The top three are just juggling fastest lap like a hot potato

Oscar leave your father alone

And a decent pitstop for Sauber! That puts Valtteri so far back though

I don't know why but seeing the straight along the harbour suddenly awoke a distinct memory of watching Top Gear with my dad as a small child

Carlos is upgrading from strategizing himself to strategizing the whole team

nvm valtteri's about made it back up, he's just sailing along

Oscar! Leave your dad alone!

Jolyon it is too early (Lap 22) to talk about potential wins you will jinx it

George is just backing up the whole field, my goodness

Don't remind me that Carlos is leaving Ferrari, I'm not ready yet

Esteban had contact? With who? Gasly?

The camera directors have done this particular mirrored lenses shot (a marshal I think?) a couple times now, it's kinda cool

Lando?? (Lap 29)

Ayyy that was close to the wall

Are they playing Senna footage in the tunnel? For whose benefit?

'I wonder if Fernando's enjoying slowing everyone down' I mean, probably

Oscar's radios have been great today. Just calmly, slightly perplexed

'Charles, slow down please' *Charles does his personal best* help

¡Carlos, la pared por favor!

If Lance is gonna take this pit stop I think --- ah there it is

Very neat work from the Aston Martin team

Thirty seconds between Yuki and Lewis (skull emoji) ya gonna take that pal?

Matching carlando father shots (Lap 46) (laugh emoji)

'That's rude' tell 'em, Charles!

Annnd there goes Lance. Oof.

Jolyon! No! Jinxing! Shut up!

Hamilton in and out, he's gonna have no trouble keeping his place with that gap

Valtteri passed Logan I think?

They just showed the replay, neat work, that is

Much more and Lando's gonna have enough time for a stop as well if they want to take it

Max got fastest lap and the Jaws theme started playing in my mind

This undercut threat graphic is funnier than it should be for me, it makes me think of like. an inclement weather warning

Nice overtake for Lance there

Make that two, my goodness

Carlos is playing 5-D chess out here doing his own race and managing the thing as well

How much of the field has been lapped now? (Lap 61)

Okay why do they call it the swimming pool?

Jolyon! Jinxing!

They're finally letting Yuki go racing (cry-laugh)

Logie bear why are you saying you hit the wall.

Okay thank goodness it wasn't bad

Okay you can discuss the podium now I suppose

Only five more laps. Is it gonna happen? Is this it?

Logie bear past Zhou - Meanwhile, Fernando sails across the chicane (I think that was the chicane)

Not a single Piastri-Leclerc joke on the F1TV broadcast, missed opportunity

Mbappé - first flag waver I've recognized this season (I do not watch football, I don't know why I know him)

Here we go, final lap. Let's go, Charles!

The boats blaring their horns for Charles <3

YEEEEEAAAAHHHH

The curse is broken!

He's so happy augh he did it!

[strugglingyetvibing]

hi! just a little life update real quick :)

i'm sick :(

it's probably just a cold or something not too terrible, and thankfully my symptoms aren't as bad as they could be, but i still feel pretty icky and tired

even though i woke up sick, i still drove a total of four hours up to and back from my college apartment to get a load of stuff home before my lease is up. thankfully, it went very well, especially considering i was feeling subpar for most of the day. kept a steady flow of dayquil going and pounded a redbull for the drive home (a special max verstappen can, of course) and made it up and back in one piece!

but now i'm more than ready to take big boy nyquil and crash, so here's the deal: because i'm in america, vroom vroom activities this weekend begin at 6:30am tomorrow for me

that's ✨not happening✨

i might be alive for sprint qualifying, but i most definitely won't be around for the practice session. honestly i just don't know what the move will be tomorrow - it's a moment of 'if i see ya, i see ya'. i should be good for saturday's activities (which i think are the sprint and gp qualifying..?), pending how i feel tomorrow.

sunday, sadly, will be dicey regardless of whether or not i'm sick.

so, remember how i mentioned i went up to my college apartment today? well, because i got another load of stuff, all that's left is the big things that require three of us to transport (couch, bed, etc.). because of work schedules, sunday is our projected day for us to move those big items, which means i could miss out on watching the race live.

there is a glimmer of hope, however! everyone in our moving party is a fan of f1, so we're going to talk this weekend about if we should watch the race live and then move, or move and then watch the race sometime later. i'll let you know if i'll be here when we decide :)

so, yeah! i have absolutely no clue where this cold came from - i felt totally fine yesterday and then BAM i'm sick. but i'll do my best to keep up with you guys this weekend! i have words for david coulthard after his misrepresentation of our beloved american hero, logie bear, lol

moral of the story: take your vitamins, kids! and if that doesn't work, pound some dayquil and a redbull and you should be set for a while

it's finally beddy-bye time, so i'm going to take some nyquil and sleep for as long as i can

love you all!! <3

[yukinss]

sweet creature | op81

pairing: oscar piastri x fem!baker! reader . . . ft. logan sargeant summary: a small glimpse in oscar’s relationship with the sweetest baker. note: short, sweet, and simple! as always, feedback is appreciated!

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ynusername cookies and osc !!

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landonorris this is slander. who okayed this??

⤷ ynusername i don’t see the issue …

⤷ landonorris YOU DONT SEE THE ISSUE!?

⤷ ynusername don’t yell at me

⤷ oscarpiastri i okayed it 😁

⤷ landonorris of course you did

user lando getting his treats

oscarpiastri stop eating raw cookie dough

⤷ ynusername it’s safe to eat!! i promise

⤷ oscarpiastri so we’re gonna pretend you weren’t just complaining about your stomach hurting?

⤷ ynusername no comment

user heart shaped cookies �� that’s so yn

user a cutesy picture of oscar … and then there’s lando

logansargeant those are for me right? 😼

⤷ ynusername no, but i promise i’ll bring you some next race weekend!

⤷ user YN IN THE PADDOCK CONFIRMED⁉️

user the boyfriend effect is real

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ynusername sweet treats for logie bear 😼

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user LOGIE BEAR

oscarpiastri cool hat

⤷ ynusername thanks, my boyfriend gave it to me

⤷ oscarpiastri what kind of loser gives his girlfriend a hat?

⤷ ynusername hey i think he’s pretty cool

⤷ oscarpiastri you think i’m cool?

⤷ ynusername the coolest

landonorris no oscar mention? 🤔

⤷ oscarpiastri shut up

⤷ landonorris that’s not very polite cat of you

user oh logan will be eating good today

mclaren spare treats for admin?

⤷ ynusername mclaren admin gets their own special treats, i’ll make sure to hand them over when i see you <3

⤷ mclaren YIPPEE ‼️

⤷ landonorris ain’t no way you just ‘yippee’d

⤷ oscarpiastri 😨📸

logansargeant i appreciate the sweet treats … the picture not the much

⤷ ynusername i think you look nice

⤷ oscarpiastri sure … nice

alex_albon logie bear won’t share 🥺

⤷ logansargeant i don’t like you.

user logan’s forehead is MASSIVE

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oscarpiastri wowee!

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ynusername I LOVE YOU <333

⤷ oscarpiastri i love YOU 🧡

ynusername I’M SO PROUD OF YOU !!!

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ynusername literally you’re biggest fan

⤷ oscarpiastri as i am yours

⤷ landonorris barf

user yn in the first picture … she’s so 🥰

user i want what they have

danielricciardo those cupcakes better be for me

landonorris did you stand on a stool to get that shot??

⤷ oscarpiastri you think you’re sooo funny, don’t you?

⤷ ynusername he did </3

⤷ landonorris AIN’T NO WAY

⤷ oscarpiastri yn … why would you tell him that :(

mclaren our favorite rookie and our favorite baker 🧡

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[dream-of-neverland]

Kids Can’t Drive

So I’ve had this saved in my computer for a while now, figured it should be the next thing I post. 1383 words.

Agere Logan CG Patton

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Logan closed the car door and let his head fall onto the steering wheel. What an awful day. First the printers hadn’t been working, then Virgil had called in sick, and then Logan had the blame placed on him for something that was entirely not his fault, a debacle which took the first half of the day to sort out and the last half to fix.

He was tired. Just tired. All the drama at work combined with lack of sleep from the night before, culminating in a massive headache. Maybe he should take some ibuprofen later.

But at least there was Patton waiting for him at home. Considering that he was going to be late, Logan decided that it would probably be best to inform Patton in advance. Opening his phone, Logan froze, suddenly entranced by the picture that served as his home screen.

There wasn’t anything especially unique or different about it. He hadn’t noticed something there that wasn’t before. It was just a picture of him and Patton cuddling together on the couch with numerous blankets and stuffed animals around them, Patton smiling that devious smile of his while memorializing Logan’s reaction to a particularly atrocious pun. It had been his home screen for quite a while now, but Logan couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away.

It wasn’t much, but it was enough. A simple reminder was all he needed, a trigger that pulled him in and wouldn’t let go. In a split second, Logan had slipped from big to small. Logan began to panic. He had never age regressed without meaning to (not to mention without Patton there), and now he was scared. All the sudden the car seemed so big, and Logan felt too small and too vulnerable. Tears began to fall down his cheeks, and he tried desperately to age up again. To think big thoughts, to use big words. To be big. He really really wanted to, but he couldn’t! The more he tried the more upset he became, and the more his head hurt, until eventually he gave up, sobbing with his arms wrapped around his knees.

He wanted Daddy! Daddy Daddy Daddy! He didn’t want to be big, he wanted Daddy to come cuddle him and tell him that he loved him and to make everything all better!

Wait! He still had his phone, which meant he could call Daddy. Bringing his phone back up, he shakily entered the password and pressed speed dial.

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Patton lunged for his phone as soon as he heard the first notes of the Doctor Who theme song ring through the air, knocking over a cup of water in the process. Whoops. But he could clean that up later. Right now Logan was calling, and Logan was more important than a cup of water anyday! Besides, he was usually on his way home right about now, so it was weird for him to be calling.

“Hiya Logan! What’s up? Besides the sky, obviously.” Patton never got tired of using that line.

A sniffle came through the line, and then a small, shaky “Daddy?”

Immediately Patton felt a jolt of concern race through him, and he straightened up (not entirely, of course. That was impossible). “Hey baby, are you all right?” Patton crooned, using his softest voice. “What’s wrong, Logie bear?”

All of the sudden Logan began to wail. Oh no, oh no this was not good at all. Logan was regressed who knows where, and Patton wasn’t with him.

“Shhh, shhh, it’s okay baby, Daddy’s here, Daddy’s here.” Patton said, trying to calm him down. “It’s gonna be okay, honey.”

Logan’s sobs subsided somewhat, and with a wobbling voice, he began to talk. “Daddy, the big mean boss man yelled at me, and I tried to help, but they were still mad, and they said I did wrong things I didn’t do, and my head really really hurts, and now I’m small, but I didn’t mean to-”

Logan began to cry again, and it took another minute for Patton to be able to calm him down enough for Patton to be able to understand him.

“I need you, Daddy.” Those words went right through Patton’s heart. He had to get to Logan, and fast.

“Baby, can you tell me where you are right now, so Daddy can come get you?”

“I’m in the car, ‘cause I wanted to drive home, but I don’t know if I can.” Logan said, his voice breaking again.

Patton grabbed an empty bag from the closet and began to look around for Logan’s regression gear. “Shh, Logie, that’s okay, it’s okay for little boys not to know how to drive. I’m going to get an uber to take me to you, and then I’m going to drive you home. How does that sound?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

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Logan felt a lot better now that he was talking to Daddy. He sucked on his thumb as Daddy sang him songs and said silly things to make him laugh. Logan peeked out the window as a car pulled into the parking lot. Could that be Daddy? His suspicions were confirmed when Patton got out of the car, a bag over his shoulder, and looked around, scanning the parking lot.

“Daddy, Daddy!” Logan squealed. “I can see you!” Not wanting to wait a second longer, Logan hung up the phone, threw open the car door, and raced over to Patton, nearly throwing him off balance as Logan wrapped his arms around him and buried his face in his shoulder.

“Hey bubba.” Daddy said softly, carding his fingers through Logan’s hair. Logan just melted into Patton, letting himself absorb every bit of him. The feeling of Patton’s breath on his ear and his fingers in his hair. The warmth of his body on Logan’s. The sound of his slowing heartbeat. The smell of his cologne. He didn’t ever wanna let go.

But eventually, Daddy stepped back, despite Logan’s loud whine of protest. “Now let’s get you back to the car.” Daddy said. He tried to grab Logan’s hand, but instead Logan wrapped his arms around Patton’s arm, and hugged it tightly.

“Well you sure are clingy today.” Patton observed, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards. But Logan just whined again. It wasn’t funny!

And so they both walked back to the car with Logan still hanging onto Patton. The first thing Patton did was close the still open front door. Then, Patton turned to face Logan.

“Honey, I need you to let go of my arm now so I can drive us both home.” Patton explained gently. But Logan just squeezed Patton’s arm tighter and buried his face in Patton’s shoulder again. He knew he was being irrational, but he didn’t want to let go of Daddy yet! It wasn’t fair.

“Logie bear, if you don’t let go of my arm, I can’t show you all the cool things I brought for you in my bag.” At this Logan perked up slightly. So the bag did have his little things in it! But he still didn’t want to let go, though.

“Logan, I don’t want to make you let go, but I will if I have to. Are you going to be a good boy or are we going to have a problem?” No! Logan stepped back slightly and shook his head. He didn’t want Daddy to be mad at him. But he didn’t want to let go either. After thinking about it for a moment, Logan harrumphed and slowly loosened his grip on Patton’s arm.

Patton got on his tippy-toes and pressed a quick kiss against Logan’s cheek. “Thank you, baby.” Taking the bag off his shoulders, Patton unzipped it and held up, to Logan’s delight, his favorite stuffy, a dark blue dog appropriately named Blueberry.

Logan quickly snatched him from Patton and cradled him tightly in his arms. Chuckling, Patton guided Logan to the passenger side and ushered him in.

Once he was buckled and had been given some medicine to help with the headache, Patton pulled out a pacifier and slipped it into Logan’s mouth. Logan practically melted into his seat as he sucked on it. After all of today’s events, he was tired. But things were all better now. Daddy had made it all better.

[lexilucacia]

“Say Cheese!”

Title: Say Cheese!

Words: 1615

Relationships: LAMP, Analogical, Logince & Logicality

TW: Angst, self-deprecation, sad Logan, fluff, self-doubt, kisses

Based on: this post

@illogicallyinclined

I hope you like it!!

It was a normal morning in the mindscape. (Well maybe Virgil was in a better mood than usual.) Roman, Patton and surprisingly even Virgil were looking through Patton’s fam-ILY scrapbook. “We must have a record of all the good times.” he had insisted.

The 3 of them were sitting and came across a photo of Thomas at the open mic night.

“Oh, I remember this! This was when we convinced Thomas to go to that open mic at the comedy club.” Patton recalls fondly.

“Oh, oh! There I am! I absolutely SLAYED it up on the stage. Check it out -- everyone’s in stitches.” Roman’s almost yelling at this point. (He was like an excitable puppy).

Virgil raises an eyebrow. “You sure about that, Princey? Logan looks like he’s having a pretty bad time.”

“Excuse you,” Princey replies indignantly “I was a riot. Logan just ALWAYS looks like he’s having a bad time.”

Virgil is smiling into his hoodie, happy to have riled Roman up. Meanwhile Patton flicks through the scrapbook worried.

“Now that you mention it… is it just me, or does he look unhappy in all these photos?”

Just as this conversation was going on, Logan walks past dozing into his coffee.

“If you’re really that concerned, now’s your chance to ask.” Virgil says although it is muffly by his purple hoodie.

“Hey Logan…” Patton starts unsurely.

“Huh --” He looks up from his coffee in a daze. “Oh. How can I be of assistance, Patton?”

“I just have a question. Is there any particular reason that you don’t ever smile in photographs?” Patton questions nervously.

“We only have room for ONE stormy rain cloud in this group, and I think Virgil’s got it covered.” Roman quips obviously not picking up on the atmosphere of the room.

“Watch it.” Virgil mutters murderously.

“A while back, it was brought to my attention that, given my general countenance, a smile makes me appear…” He looked unsure how to phrase it. Unusual and a sure sign he had gotten no sleep. “less than aesthetically pleasing. Since then, I have made a conscious effort to maintain a neutral expression. Does that adequately address your concerns?”

By this point even Virgil and Roman look worried.

Patton breaks the silence after a while. “I… I guess…”

“Excellent. Now, if you’ll pardon my brevity, I really must finish Thomas’s schedule for the week.” With that Logan walks off, not seeing the expressions of the other sides.

“Roman!” Virgil turns and punches him in the shoulder.

Roman looks quite distraught at the realisation that he caused Logan to feel that way.

“Now, now. Apologise kiddo, I’m sure Roman feels terrible.” Patton says, busy formulating a way to get Logan to see he was perfect.

“He better.” Virgil mutters under his breath, because as much as he hated to admit it. He had a soft spot for the nerd in his heart.

…

The sides spend all day putting together a slideshow about why ‘Logan Sanders Has a Cute Face’ and why (If You Disagree, You Are Wrong!)

The sides all play their part; Virgil compiles photos he took of Logan laughing and smiling (ok, so maybe he was a little obsessed.) Patton wrote all the reasons (ok so maybe he was slightly obsessed as well and Roman as creativity made the presentation look professional (and although Roman hates anything professional maybe he was also obsessed.)

So a few hours, big box of photos and a lot of typing later they all nervously knocked on Logan’s door.

Princey wears a sheepish smile, Patton a frown, Virgil a smirk and Logan a confused face.

“Do you have thirty minutes for us to tell you how wrong you are?” Patton asks in the most businesslike, salesman way he can muster.

Logan tilts his head to the side, obviously confused.

Virgil coos “Oh, you look so cute when you’re confused.” Causing Logan to go a shade of Crofters.

…

The other sides keep cheering and making flirty comments while Logan blushes throughout. Though about a third of the way through the presentation at ‘Exhibit 28 stating the he was ‘An angel???’’ Logan can’t bear it.

Especially after Patton wolf whistling and Roman shouting “woo, baby!” So he stuffs his head into Virgil’s side, snuggling impossibly closer to him as Virgil pokes his tongue out at Roman and Patton.

Meanwhile Roman and Patton keep making comments and even Virgil joins in.

“If I weren’t already gay, then THAT would have done it!” Roman suddenly shouts near the end of the presentation.

“I agree.” Patton chimes in “That is one HANDSOME man.”

“They’re not wrong” Virgil whispers while Logan whimpers and turns even redder than he thought scientifically possible.

When the presentation ends after a few hours the other sides notice Logan is off.

Roman pulls him into his lap and caresses his hair. “What’s wrong babes? Did you not like the presentation?”

Logan looks up seeing the hurt on his face. “No, no. I loved it…” He trails off.

“What is it Logie-bear? You can tell us anything.” Virgil puts his head on Logan’s lap.

“It’s just. Well, why?”

Patton looks confused. “Why, what?”

“Why do all this for the man with no emotions? The guy who ruins all your great ideas with logic?” He motions to Princey.

“Overrule your decisions with reason.” He looks at Patton.

“And just is generally trying to put you out of a job by reasoning Thomas out of situations with you? Or at least trying to.” He looks at Virgil’s hoodie.

“Why, why do all this for a quote. Guy with no feelings. Why do you care so much?”

Virgil stares at him. “Do you want us to go through the presentation again?” He sassed and Roman just stares in wonder.

“Do you seriously not know?” Roman asks in disbelief.

“That’s what we like -- no love, about you! We have loved you before we knew your name. When we knew you as Logic, then Logan, then a friend, and now, hopefully as a boyfriend?” He questions nervously.

Patton looks at him with puppy dog eyes.

Logan looks thoughtfully for a moment. “Well I’ve weighed out the pros and cons of this relationship”

“Oh shut it nerd.” Princey says fondly before Logan is suddenly muffled by Roman peppering his face in kisses and Patton doing the same. All the while Virgil is murmuring about how beautiful he is.

Suddenly Virgil lifts his head off Logan’s lap and before he can ask why, he’s being carried to his bed. He recognises the white fabric as Roman’s coat and snuggles into his chest. He’s so tired he doesn’t realise as the door opens and in step Virgil and Patton in their dragon and cat onesies respectively as Princey snaps his fingers and Logan’s in his unicorn onesie and Roman’s in his Lilo onesie.

“Where’d you go Virge? Pat?” He scrunches his nose looking like a confused kitten and bunny all mashed in one (which they all coo at). “Ro-ro? Where’d they go.”

Virgil quickly runs over to the bed to reassure him. “We just to get into our pyjamas baby.”

“And we brought cookies with Crofters jam centres.”

“Which we are not going to eat in bed.” Roman glares at Patton.

“Or at this time of night.” Virgil scolds.

Logan giggles making them all coo at him before he yawns.

“Is someone tired?” Roman tickles his tummy.

As soon as Roman says that Logan closes his eyes and starts snoring gently.

Virgil turns to the other sides. “How did we never notice how clingy and cute he got when he was tired?”

“Aww, is our little emo going soft?” Roman asks.

Virgil huffs and curls around Logan who is cuddled into Roman. Patton hums happily and curls around Virgil.

…

Roman silences the alarm in Logan’s room the next morning seeing how tired Logan was the day before. Patton climbs quietly out of bed that morning and makes breakfast for Logan while their emo nightmare keeps Roman company.

Logan wakes up unsure of why her can feel other sides in his bed. He blushes beet red when he remembers and can hear whispers. He opens his eyes and stretches.

“Ah the princess has awaken.” Roman says with a fond smile as Patton bustles into the room with a tray.

He lays the tray on the bed consisting of a hot cup of coffee, cronut, bowl of fruit, 2 pieces of toast with Crofters jam and a little milk jug and sugar bowl.

“Your breakfast is served, Your Majesty.” Patton presents with a little bow and flourish. Logan giggles making the others coo and thank god that he was theirs.

The Patton squeals excitedly and races to where he placed the Crofter cookies he baked last night and not for the first time that moment Logan thanks whatever gods are above that these were his boyfriends.

Patton plops onto the bed and they spend all morning talking with Logan only complaining once about his schedule. Patton only leaving sometimes to get more food and coffee.

Logan informs Thomas that he has nothing on today and when the others leave the room for a moment Thomas quickly figures out what’s up with Logan and teases him and assures him that he will plan nothing for today. Logan smiles gratefully.

The rest of the day is filled with flirting, cuddles, reaffirmations and praise of Logan (which all make him giggle, blush and press his face into his nearest boyfriend’s chest), dad jokes, snacks and movies.

He feels safe. He feels loved. And when Patton sets up a camera to take a photo of them he smiles.

“Say cheese!”

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The Past: Part 2

One, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine

Summary: Logan doesn’t recall being Apathy, he can’t remember a single instance in his life where he was the dark side Apathy. As far as he’s aware he’s always just been… Logic, Thomas’ Logic to be more precise. He lives and he breathes as Logic and nothing more.

Except…He’s certain that he isn’t supposed to have emotions, that little things like being called stupid and having the word infinitesimal thrown at him aren’t supposed to hurt the way that they do. He’s certain that he was never supposed to feel, let alone everything that he does now. He just doesn’t understand these feelings, not to mention the dreams of a blank white tie that was folded to crisp perfection. He doesn’t understand the dreams in which he stands before Deceit and the others, with such a tiny smile, but a smile nonetheless.

He doesn’t understand, why when he looks at his friends… and he feels nothing but fear and anger.

Logan jolted awake from the dream that had seared the inside of his mind with a gasp that sounded all too similar to a strangled sob, his sweaty locks stuck to his forehead even as the chill raced down his spine like someone had dropped an ice cube down his shirt. Every breath was a struggle as he openly wheezed, curling up his legs up to his chest before resting his head against his knees. The attempt to stabilize his breathing was an arduous one as the seconds ticked by into minutes, his lungs felt like something.. or rather someone had an impossibly tight grip on them refusing to let up for even the smallest of a second.

What was that? Just what in the hell was that?!

He’d had dreams before, muddled and half-baked as they were, it was always impossible to make heads or tails from them no matter how they left him feeling in the morning. But this… he’d never had a dream that he had seen more clearly.. or felt for that matter. His heart still galloped in his chest, as the sight of Patton’s young face smiling so threateningly at him, as if.. as if he still had a reason to be afraid of Patton in the first place. As if.. as if he was still in danger.

“Preposterous,” He scolded himself, forcing his legs to lay back down on his bed, or as far as they could stretch given all the books and papers he had laying on his bed. “Patton would never harm me, dreams are just…” Statistically speaking, dreams were always refurbished memories, as old and distant as they were. So that meant…

No.

Logan roughly shook his head at the mere notion that flitted through his mind, Patton would never hurt him, they had been estranged friends ever since he had been formed by Thomas. The science of dreams was quite sketchy anyways, especially for a figment of Thomas himself. It was most likely that Thomas had merely revamped some memories from an old horror movie or game and added their faces to it, that was it. There was nothing wrong, he was fine and he would continue to be fine, dreams or not. He was safe and sound here, with his family, with the people that cared about h-

A boisterous knock dragged him from his own denial ridden reassuring thoughts, “Loooogan,” Patton’s voice unwarranted or not sent a jolt through the logical side’s stomach, like spaghetti being spun around on a fork. At least, that was until he forced himself to relax at the sound of Patton’s cheery voice. “Time to get up! Breakfast will be ready in ten minutes, I’m making cat-shaped pancakes!” And just like that, the sound of Patton’s feet scurried down the hallways in order to wake the others, and… undoubtedly the Deceit and Remus as well.

A knot of emotion swelled in his throat.

Remus…

A tearstreaked face that begged him to move faster, to try and move. A young voice that told him he’d carry him if he had to, that.. that he wouldn’t leave him to die. A voice that howled against a locked door, as the sounds of Apathy’s scr-

Logan fiercely shook his head as he slid his legs off of his bed, “No!” He scowled angrily, determined to shake the dream from him as he summoned his usual clothes, he was going to go down and eat, do his work for today, and put the contents of this foolish dream behind him. He and Remus weren’t friends, Remus had attempted to kill him several times so they couldn’t be further from friends. Unlike Deceit and the others, Remus was a being that thrived purely on chaos there was no way that even if he did consider it, that he’d be friends with the likes of him. He strived around likeminded people, like Virgil or.. or P-

Logan nearly gagged as he tightened his tie so tightly that it nearly cut off his airways for a solid second before he hastily loosened it.

Perhaps he should forget about work for today, maybe spending a day inside the imagination and giving himself a few hours of rest would clear his head. With the way that his head was situated and pondering right now… he wasn’t likely to get any work done at all if he was worrying so much over some stupid dream. Perhaps some relaxation really would be better for him today, he was ahead in his scheduling after all, and he had earned it after the whole Remus debacle. Maybe a trip to the pond, or even mirror lakes would do him some good.

“Looogan!” Snapping his head up at the sound of his own name, Logan heaved a sigh as he slipped his shoes on before finally leaving the safety of his room.

Patton cheery grin sent a spiral of sickness deep into Logan’s core as he stood before the entrance of the kitchen, “Good morning Patton,” He politely greeted the other, even as he felt like choking on his own tongue. How on earth was he supposed to eat when he could barely get a few words out to the moral side? The smile that greeted him, would have at one time made him feel giddy on the inside, or in the very least the slightest bit warm all the way from his stomach to his heart. Now though… with the image of Patton reaching for him, his burning fingertips razing his mind, he felt nothing but feverish and cold all at the same time as he stood before the moral side praying that he couldn’t read the conflicting emotions in his eyes.

What the hell was wrong with him?

Ordinarily, he would have helped Patton pass out the plates, staking the funny shaped pancakes just how each of them liked it, he would have stood next to Patton their elbows brushing. But instead… he felt rooted to the spot, feeling that if he moved… he’d either throw up or faint.

Patton stopped though, his brow worriedly crinkling as his eyes gleamed back at the sight of him just.. standing there and doing nothing. “You okay Logie bear?” The moral side stepped even closer standing so that the tips of his fuzzy bunny slippers were touching Logan’s shoes. It was too close.  “You look awful pale today, you didn’t stay up too late last night, did you? Are you getting sick?” And just like that Patton reached forward, his fingers, burning hot with the heat of the sun creeping closer and closer with each second. They were reaching for his head, and.. And…

Run. Whispered the voice in his head. Run before he can catch you, run!

A rough shoulder collided with both him and Patton before the moral side’s hand could make contact with his face, as Remus’ sarcastically sneering face mockingly smiled back at him. “Whoops!” He cackled, his hand waving at the two of them disrupting the moment between him and Patton with an almost practiced ease that must have been just a little bit rehearsed, it was so on script with something that Deceit would say as well. “Was I interrupting something?” He giggled, as if it was the climax of some romantic movie, and he was the comic relief constantly stopping the two love interests from confessing shit to each other.

Even so, relief swept through Logan like a tidal wave slamming and destroying tons and tons of built up garbage. It must have shown on his face, or in the very least his eyes as Remus’ giggling stopped dead and his gaze turned almost serious before his eyes darted away from him and Patton. The duke’s lips pressed into a thin line before he pushed past Patton once again, this time seizing plate that only held one pancake and a truly pathetic amount of bacon and syrup on it. Grabbing a plastic fork, as Patton had forbidden him to even think about touching the metal cutlery, Remus paused once again his shoulder firmly but not harshly thumping against Logan’s, further detaching the logical side from Patton’s searching and blistering gaze.

“Watch it love birds,” He hissed, an unknown emotion coating his voice as he stomped over to the dining table, sitting in the exact spot that he always sat in next to Deceit and Roman. “Don’t you know royalty when you see it?”

Ah, but of course, obviously he needed to line the floors with his blood for Remus to stroll upon. Like true royalty.

Logan shook his head at the bizarre thought, truly unaware as to where it had even come from as he gathered his own plate before making his way to the table. Except, instead of sitting by Patton as he normally did. Logan firmly situated himself between Roman and Remus, he ignored the utterly thankful look that Roman shot him as they all ate together… or at least attempted to, with Remus’ loud smacking mouth and syrup getting all over the table despite just how little Patton have given him. Remus must have known about the disgusted looks and feeling from the others, because with little to no hesitation his actions only grew more exaggerated and his annoying grating smacking all the louder second by second until it became practically unbearable to listen to.

And then Remus accidentally elbowed Logan in the chest with a single movement.

He could tell that it was an accident by the way that Remus’ eyebrows for a brief second sloped downward into worry, and the frown that tugged at his lips. Within seconds, the tense atmosphere at the table shattered, as Roman reached for his sword, a darkened scowl on his lips as if Remus had just horrifically wounded Logan, and the logical side was bleeding out before him.

A chuckle passed Logan’s lips, and in a single instant, everything and everyone froze. “Careful Ram, next thing I know you’ll be aiming to knock off my head guillotine style. I won’t quite forgive you for that one.” He wasn’t entirely sure just where that one had come from, both the nickname that passed his lips as well as the horrific imagery that his words managed to conjure up. And looking at Remus’ face, his open slackjawed mouth that still held his food and the minuscule widening of his equally horrified and shock ridden stormy grey eyes, it was just that alone that told him that he had just said something that left the darker creative side completely and utterly spiraling. He didn't understand the look, or the silent shock written all over Deceit's half normal half-snake face either, as the dishonest side gripped Remus' shoulder so tightly that there wasn't a single chance for him to go and grab his morning star weapon. The both of them wore a look of equal shock, and Logan for the life of him couldn't understand just why that was.

It was a look that didn’t last long.

“What… did you call me?”

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Fast cars & Freedom: Bad Liar (12/?)

The end of summer zoo trip has arrived, as tensions run high will the trip be a disaster? Catch up HERE

Pairings: Logan x Ellie, Colt x Ellie

Rating: Mature

Ellie had gotten herself in well over her head again. After Logan told her what he wanted, and the blow up with Colt. She made herself busy with work, and spending her free time with Luca. She had been looking forward to the zoo trip all summer, but that morning she woke up dreading the day. She had minimal contact with Colt, and Logan was often at the track preparing for a big race coming up. She got up and got herself ready before waking Luca up. Once luca was ready they went down and had breakfast. Ellie sat there picking at her muffin, not having much of an appetite, and her stomach was flopping all over the place.

“Hey guys. We're sorry but we're not going to make it to the zoo today.” Ellie gave her dad a confused look. “Um ok. Not that I didn't want you guys to come but, it was only supposed to be The four of us. Luca, logan, colt and I.”

“oh Logan invited us the other day. But, sally and I are going away for the day.” Frank grabbed a cup of coffee while the frustration swirled in Ellies head. “You ok kiddo? You look a little pale.” Ellie shook her head “Yeah, im fine just, my nerves are shot.”

“Grampy, I'm going to the zoo today. I'm going to see Lions and pandas and tigers and hiphopitamuses.” she grinned, Ellie and Frank chuckling at the mispronunciation. “You mean hippopotamus’s” Frank snickered. “Yeah, that's what I said hiphopitamuses. Silly grampy.”

“Well you have fun. And don't let the monkeys fling poop at you.” Frank waved. “Dad! Seriously?” Ellie scolded him. He stuck out his tongue and walked out the door.

Ellie and Luca drove alone, meeting Logan and Colt there. After a 2 hour drive they pulled into the parking area of the zoo, meeting Colt at the gate. “Colt.” Luca went running, a wide smile spread across his face “Hey princess.” he scooped her up in a hug. “Hi Colt.” Ellie walked up to the too. “Ellie.” He acknowledged her. He still was angry, her stomach churned again, the stress was eating at her. “Hey Luca, Hey Ellie, you guys made it finally.” Logan came walking up, Ellie turned towards his voice glad he was there but her face falling slightly seeing Stacie standing next to him. “Oh, hey Stacie I didn't expect to see you here.”

“Oh, yeah Logan asked me to tag along.  Riya and Darius couldn't make it.” Stacie grinned.

Ellie chewed the inside of her cheek, trying not to say something she might regret.

They paid for their tickets and made their way into the zoo. Luca was ecstatic,  she loved the zoo and Ellie would often take her back on the East coast. She would always tell her how her parents would take her when she was a little girl, and her favorite animals to see were the otters.  Logan was just as excited as Luca he had never been to the zoo before. They walked around coming up to the Arctic Fox. "Wow, so pretty. Its fur is snow white." Ellie marveled at the beautiful animal before her. "Well, its white what did you expect." Colt snorted, Ellie shot him a dirty look. "Let's move on." Stacie suggested, sensing the tension.  

They walked up to the baboons, they watched them run around and jump, playing with each other.  Ellie stood next to Colt, who had Luca on his shoulders, her gaze set on Logan standing with Stacie. His hand planted on her shoulder as he stood behind her, pointing things out.she watched as Stacie laughed, and then playfully slapped his chest.

"Ok. Let's move on." Ellie snapped, they all looked at her as she quickly turned making her way to the next animal.

They stood in front of  the penguin display. "OOH penguins, I love penguins Colt. Get closer. " Luca tugged on his hair. "Ouch. Alright, Alright. I'll move closer." Logan stood next to Ellie and Stacie. "Awe look at the babies." Stacie swooned. "Did you know the father hatches the egg while the mother hunts?" Logan crossed his arms, pleased with his input. "Oh yeah? Where did you hear that?" Stacie quirked her brow, Logan gave her a lopsided grin "happy feet." Ellie rolled her eyes annoyed.  Stacie was her friend, but why did Logan invite her on their family outing, or for lack of better terms, dysfunctional family outing?

Of course you'd be impressed by that Ellie mumbles under her breath.  Colt cocked his head to the side.  "Something bothering you Elle?"

"NO." she snapped.

"You know most penguins go through life with one partner. Once they find them, they never seperate." Ellie shot him an unamused look. "If only some humans were like that." He focus on her as he spoke.  "Come on squirt, lets go look at the giraffe's."

Ellie stood there alone a minute while everyone followed colt. She could feel her stomach churning again. This was not how she anticipated the day going. Once she semi composed herself she joined the others.

After an afternoon of snide remarks and jabs between the 3 of them Ellie finally had her fill. They were standing in line to get drinks. It was hot, and tensions were running high. "Can we go see the tigers? Mommy, I want to see the polar bears, you promised we could see the polar bears. When Can we see something else. " Luca whined.

"Luca, we will go in a minute. Calm down and let stacie get her drink." Ellie snapped. "Whoa Ellie calm down. Are you mad about something?" Logan questioned as Ellie stood there, mouth agape "Seriously Logan?" She threw her hands up in the air "Why did you invite Stacie here?"

"I didn't think it would be a problem." Ellie rolled her eyes. "Of course not. Nothing is ever a problem. This was supposed to be a family outing. Is. Is something going on with you and Stacie?" She pointed at him, just as Stacie walked up. "No, were just friends Ellie." Logan said in defense prompting stacie to chime in "Ellie, I told you I would never do that to you."

"Why do you care so much Ellie? You want to be with Logan?" Colt broke his silence. The four began to argue amongst themselves for a few minutes, finally Ellie spoke up "I'm done with this. Come on Luca, lets let's go see the polar bears." She turned looking for Luca, she was nowhere to be found. "Luca? LUCA!" she shouted panic setting in.

"Luca." Logan shouted, still not getting a response.  Ellie began to hyperventilate colt on her immediately "Ellie, Elle I need you to calm down. We're gonna find her. Breathe in." He looked up "Logan, go look by the polar bear enclosure, and then to the Lions.  Stacie, go tell a staff member we have a missing child." The two nodded and took off.

"Colt, my baby. What if we." Ellie sobbed.

"Hey, calm down. We're gonna find her, trust me." He pulled her into a tight embrace, calming her down. "Now, is there anywhere else she would go?" Ellie's eyes went wide "Hippos."

Colt grabbed her hand as they took off running, darting around the other visitors. They came upon the Hippo enclosure, their eyes darted around before Colt locked eyes on the small brunette child "Luca." She shouted, she turned smiling at him. "Ellie, I got her." He shouted as he scooped her up in his arms. "Luca, you scared us. You can't wander off sweetheart."

"Lulu, oh thank god. Baby you can't wander off, you scared us to death." The three stood ellie and colt holding onto her for dear life.  

Logan and Stacie ran up, thankful she was ok. A slight pained look on his face as he watched the interaction between the three. "I'll go and inform the staff we found her." Stacie gave his shoulder a squeeze as she parted. Logan made his way to the trio "Thank god you found her. Hey lulu, you really gave us a scare." Luca reached over for Logan. "Are you mad at me uncle Logie?" Logan chuckled "no. I'm glad you're ok. But you can't wander off like that ok."

They decided to call it a day after that. Luca having school the next morning. Both men agreeing to come see her off. As Ellie put Luca to bed that night the day replaying in her head. How did things get so screwed up. Was there really something going on between Stacie and Logan? She knew Colt was upset about the divorce, but the way he stepped up and took control of the situation made her really believe he would be a good dad, if he was Lucas father. And the few minutes Luca was gone terrified her, it was just a few minutes but it felt like a lifetime. The nagging nauseous feeling crept back up again, she couldn't wait for it to be all over, the divorce,  the paternity results. She laid down, tossing and turning in bed most of the night.

The next morning she woke up, got Luca ready and sure enough both Colt and Logan were there to see her off. Luca was excited to start school, she excelled in preschool,  and placed much higher than a kindergarten level on her school entrance test. Though she most likely got her smarts from her mother, Colt was also very smart, and Logan really showed his intellectual side during the study date with Riya and Darius all those years ago. She would definitely be a force to be reckoned with in school, that was for sure.

Ellie took the day off of work, she knew she wouldn't be productive with her mind occupied with Luca being at school. She spent the day wandering around the house,  cleaning up, unpacking boxes she still hadn't gotten around to. If she were being honest with herself she was also trying to block out the fact the court date was the next week. She often found herself wondering if she were making a mistake,  and every time she wondered it, Dracys words popped in her head. He loved Luca, he really seemed like he would be a good dad. But what if being a family wasn't enough? What if he turned out to be just like Kaneko, wanting more, the crew again. She took a deep breath, allowing herself to think those thoughts brought back the familiar nauseous feeling. She took a deep breath calming herself down,  she would cross that bridge when the time came, only if she were Colts.

Before she knew it, it was almost time to get Luca from the bus. Logan had a race he coming up, so he had to take off right after they got Luca on the bus. Colt however, would be there. Ellie sat on the front patio waiting when she heard the familiar sound of a bike coming down the street. She watched  him as he pulled into the driveway. She always loved the way he looked when he rode. He had traded in his old leather jacket for a new one, his shoulders broader than when he was 19 going on 20. He was still as fit as ever, ellies mind flashed back to the night they hooked up, her hands pressed against his muscular chest. She bit her lip at the thought,  his impossibly tight shirt not helping the situation as he walked towards her . "I knew you would be out here already." He smirked as he walked onto the porch. "Yeah, how'd you know that." She tilted her head at him. "Because you're always like an hour early for everything."

He was right, and she couldn't believe he remembered.

"You ever think you'll go back to a car?" She asked.

"Not anytime soon," He chuckled "Guess I'll have to use one of the cars I Have sitting around for when I have Luca."

"I miss it." Colt eyed her "miss what? The bike? You want that too?"

"NO. I miss the riding. The thrill, the feeling." A blush crept up on her cheeks she prayed he didn't notice.

"Let's take a ride. " He stood holding out his hand. Ellie hesitated "I ahhh. I dont know, Luca-"

"will be off the bus in 45 minutes, we have time. Come on, we have plenty of time." Ellie contemplated for a split second, before an old feeling she had tucked away ignited her body. "Let's do it." She jumped up following him to the bike. They climbed on and he fired up the bike.

She wrapped her arms around his waist tightly, her head rested against his back. She watched as the scenery flew by in a blur, the sound of his peaceful breathing putting her at ease. She missed this more than she thought, she needed just one last ride before she closed that chapter of her life completely. They drove for about twenty minutes and then came back to the house. They got off the bike, "thanks. I needed that." Ellie smiled as they walked together to the patio. "Yeah  anytime." He sat down fidgeting with his thumbs. "I'm leaving town Elle." He blurted out. Ellie felt her heart drop into her stomach. "Colt. We have court, and what about Luca?" She was shocked, she couldn't believe he would just leave.

"I can't go to court, I can't go and I won't.  If I go, I will contest it all. But if I leave, you'll get what you want,  you'll be happy." He turned looking at her "That's all I want for you El, to be happy, that is all I ever wanted. I'll tell Luca, it's not forever,  just until after the court date." His voice cracking a little, she could tell he was giving everything he had not to break down, she had seen it once before, the night his father died. She tried to do the same but her eyes failed her terribly.  "Colt I. I'm sorry." She began to sob, a wave of emotion crashing over her. She hated this, she hated all of this. Why couldn't he of just got the annulment 6 years ago, why did she still have to care about them both?

"Ellie please don't cry, please." His voice wavering more. As he pulled her into a hug. "What. About. The test results,  what if they call?" She sniffled. "You call me, text me leave me a voicemail. Its shotty connection so I may not get them right away. If for some reason i can't get there, and she's not mine, just don't call me and tell me." Ellie shook her head. "When will you leave?"

"This weekend, friday morning. Just  for a week."

Before they knew it the bus pulled up. They were greeted by a bright eyed, big smile little girl. "Mooooomy, coooolt." She flew into Ellies arms almost knocking her over. "Whoa." Ellie goggled, steadying herself. "Did you have a good day?" "I had the best day ever!" She ran to colts arms as he scooped her up twirling her around. "Hey sweetheart, what did you do today?" He put her down as they sat down "Well my teacher tried to teach us counting today and they only had us count to 20. I said that's it?"

"Oh yeah? Well what did she say?" Colt cocked his brow, knowing Luca she gave this teacher a run for her money. "Well she said that we would work on counting past 20 later on in the year. So I said, lady I can count past 20 with no problem." They looked to her to finish.  "And she said oh yeah, that's excellent what can you count to? And then I said um like 1,000. So she didn't believe me so I started counting." Her face going somber "She. She cut me off at 497." Ellie and Colt both looked to each other and laughed.

"That's amazing squirt. You are so smart, just like mommy." Colts sincere gaze met her eyes. "Hey Luca. I have to tell you something ok?" Luca looked up at him "I just wanted to let you know that I have to go out of town for a little bit."

"You're leaving?" She sniffled.  "Yeah but not til Friday, and just a few days."

"Will you put me on the bus every morning?" She batted her tiny little lashes, Just like her mom, he was a sucker for it and Colt was warped around her tiny little fingers. "Yes I will."

"And get me off the bus?" Ellie chuckled, she was persuasive.

"Of course, wouldn't miss it for the world." Colt hugged her.

The week flew past, she missed Logan and wasn't sure what to do about him. Could she really divorce Colt and then date Logan? Was that even fair? Would she lose him forever? Could she handle that? Friday morning Colt came to put Luca on the bus, Ellie thought it best if he did it alone, it would be hard on them both when he left. Just a few short days and it would be over, but was she ready? Only time would tell.

Colt drove the biggest part of the day. Fighting back the urge to turn around and show up to that court house next week.  He needed to push through to get to his destination and try to clear his mind.

After almost 8 hours he pulled into the Lake Tahoe area. Up a gravel driveway to a nice cabin that sat by the lake. The woman stood there hands on her hips,  "Bout time you came up here to see me."

"Hey Mom."

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Wandering Hearts (24/?)

Fandom: Frozen AU. Set after shipwreck but before coronation day. 17th Century. Pairing: Kristanna (Kristoff/Anna) Rating: M (this part is not too bad, but this fic as a whole is a wasteland of landmines) A/N: Wrote most of this under the influence. Not proud of it but being honest. So anyway fuck this noise here are some words.

I KNOW YOU DIDN’T ASK FOR THIS BUT HERE IT IS

[ part one] [ part two ] [ part three ] [ part four ] [ part five ] [ part six ] [ part seven ] [ part eight ] [ part nine ] [ part ten ] [ part eleven ] [ part twelve ] [ part thirteen ] [ part fourteen ] [ part fifteen ] [ part sixteen ] [ part seventeen ] [ part eighteen ] [ part nineteen ] [ part twenty ] [ part twenty-one ] [ part twenty-one ] [ part twenty-two ][part twenty-three ] [ part twenty-four ] [ part twenty-five ]

She hadn’t known what to expect, but the moment the words escape her mouth she knows nothing will be the same. The wild thing in his eyes does not lessen but instead shifts, coils. His gaze runs over her face as if he is waiting for her to saying something else - to further her question into accusation - to retreat or explain - but she does none of these. She has no more words.

“What did they say?” His voice is rough and drawn, a tightrope fraying beneath the weight of his words. “What did they tell you?”

A strange prickle runs down her spine, not quite fear for herself but perhaps fear for whom she may indite. She has seen the measure he will take to protect what he claims as his - even in memory. She stutters.

“Th - they said nothing.” Her voice trembles and she tries to steady it. “Only that I should ask.”

He snorts and releases his hold on her. They remain seated, pressed together on the side and she can see his bruised knuckles whitening where they fist in his lap.

“Cowards.”

He shoves up to stand but sways. He turns to brace on the table.

She wants to help, to make him sit, to have him rest, but she knows there is no use. She stays still and silent and watches - too stunned by his rage to push further.

“Who spoke of her?” His jaw clenches. “Tell me so I may cut the tongue from their mouth.”

She looks at his large hands on the table, remembers the times she has seen him fight, and does not doubt his ability to follow through though his words are harder and crueler than anything she had imagined he could say. His arms shake as he braces himself and the fire in his eyes is not meant for her but it burns her regardless.

“Who was it?” He pulls up to his full height only swaying slightly but she can tell his energy is flagging. “Who spoke of things that were not theirs to tell?”

She realizes then they both are trembling: he from rage, she from anticipation of where this rage may lead. She does not fear for herself - no never that - but for anyone he pins his anger to. She trembles in fear of what he may do if she speaks a name. She fears what she has seen him do with the strength of his body to protect what is his and she knows any threat he makes is not hollow. She fears he will make himself that much worse and this time there will be no recovery.

“No one spoke a word. Not one word was spoken to me of your mother.” She thinks too of his well being, of just what may happen if he challenged his abilities now. Whatever healing that had occurred may have pulled him back from death but it has not left him whole.

“Was it Nadir?” He pushes. “Ketil?”

He looms, but she is not afraid. Instead she sees a specter from the past, what he might have been as a boy: scared and alone.

His lip trembles. “Tell me!”

“Nothing was said,” she stands, does not cower and meets his anger and fear with urgent kindness. “No one spoke of her.”

She reaches for his arm with tentative fingers, as if she could smooth his hackles. He does not move away but she can feel she can feel his tension beneath her touch.

“Yet you ask. You ask of my mother.” His face is torn, tormented. ”Magni was the one - wasn’t he? Here when I could not protect you?”

The rage that had come on so quickly now fades just as precipitously into blistering pain.

“No. It was not him.” She does not have to lie. Magni had only asked of her dagger on that wretched day that had nearly taken him from her. That day that left him hobbled and weak still, and had led to a night that she still cannot fathom.

She inches closer to him, troubled by the memory, his pain. She wishes she could go back in time and take back her questions, but she dismisses that thought. If she could turn back time she knows that that is not the first thing she would amend, the last thing. If she could turn back time...

“I never spoke of my mother after she died because I had no one to listen. I wished…” Her throat burns. “I wished with all my whole heart that someday I would be able to talk to someone - anyone. That I would be allowed to remember her.”

The words tumble out one after the other and she cannot stop them. Her walls shuddering, trembling, cracking against the flood of things she wants to say - that she wants him to hear. He stays frozen, entire body rigid as if he is afraid to move. She looks up at him to see her watching her with a pain so curious that she catches her breath. All the anger has melted into an expression that sparks a realization in her mind.

He is afraid.

Of all the things she thought she would find in this moment that is the one she had never imagined. It looks so strange and out of place on his broad, rough features, but it is a feeling she knows well. She could recognize it anywhere, but she does not understand why. She tightens her fingers on his arm. If he is afraid then perhaps what he must say `is too awful, too terrible, and she should not hear it - should stop and step away and forget, but it is too late for that. They both know it.

“Would it be so awful then to speak of her? To speak of your mother?”

He releases a shuddering breath.

“There is too much…” He shakes his head and looks at where her small fingers grip is arm, face pale. “Logi. I know I have given my word that I would never ask you for what you could not give, but there are things here…” He says and she reaches to steady him but he steps out of her grasp as if he cannot bear her touch. He instead braces himself a few paces away against one of the cabin’s supporting beams, body shaking.

She wants to go to him. At one point she would have stopped herself, but today she doesn’t. A frantic energy mounts in her breast at what he is saying, what he could say. She steps around in front of him, his face and body half hidden by the column, and stands there with her heart in her hands knowing that anything he says or doesn’t say in this moment will change the very fabric of her reality.

“Say it. Whatever it is. Please.” She doesn’t ask. She begs. He looks at her with a funny piqued expression that sets off warning bells in her mind.

She is not the only one with questions.

“I…” his face has gone white, lips colorless, pushed too far again. “I have to keep you safe.”

“You have. I’m safe.” She lifts a hand but he stumbles back from her touch, eyes wide and glassy as they try to focus on her. His arms search for support but find nothing.

“No. No.” He shakes his head in disagreement but also in what seems to be an attempt to clear it, but failing. “No I - I haven’t.”

It is all he manages before his eyes roll back once against and he crumbles to the ground.

…

She could be counting her blessings at the moment that he chose to pass out this time in a relatively convenient spot, or that he had not fallen into the fire, or broken open his head afresh on the table. She could be glad that though inconvenient at least this time she is certain he will wake again. Whatever she had witnessed in the woods, whatever that hideous, strange creature had done, had brought him back from death but had not restored him fully

She goes to him and straightens him out as best she can. They are near his makeshift bed but she does not think she has the strength left to move him. Her energy is just as spent as his, body singing with jangled nerves, unused adrenaline, and wounds not quite healed. Her heart hammers at the idea of him waking, speaking, perhaps asking.

She still have no answers for him, none that will suffice, still feels her tongue tie around the shape of her name and her origin. He does not know what he is asking, but then again did she? After what she has seen she cannot be certain of anything.

No.

That is untrue.

She is sure of him.

She sits on the straw and pulls his head onto her lap. It is heavy, unwieldy as his neck slacks but she manages. She holds it there, cradles it across her thighs, and makes considerations.

Clever fingertips find the spot where his skin had been opened at his temple.The gash had been deep and jagged just yesterday but today… even by the glow of the fire she can see that all that is left is a scar. There is not even a scab and she knows that if she searches the back of his head where Nadir’s rock had landed she will find the same thing.

Her head throbs from attempting to rationalize, to understand, the mystery in terms she recognizes. Her heart aches with the words still left unspoken between them, for the words that will never be said. Her mind tries to unriddle all she has seen, been shown, into the matrix of her upbringing, but fails.

She shakes her head.

It is all too much.

It does her no good to circle around in the dark and she knows it, still….

She looks again to the place where there should be a wound, just left of his eyebrow, and traces the pink, silvery skin. She lets her fingers drift to his hair, long and tangled from his ordeals, and begins to pull apart the knots she finds there one thread at a time. It is a calming action, a focused one, and as she works through his locks she realized she very much needs to be calmed. Her heart, it seems, has been racing for days but now…

She looks at him.

He could be sleeping. His face is so peaceful, breath deep and low, unlike yesterday’s shallow gasps. The fear that had etched his features just moments before is vanished. His eyelashes lay as a gold fan across his cheek. The prominent curve of his nose, the wide slope of his scruffy jaw, they are growing more familiar than her own face. They have no mirrors. The last time she had properly seen her reflection had been before she left the palace.

The memory of Arendelle sends a new jolt through her system as she realizes that this moment is a perfect opportunity to run, but instead of it being at the forefront of her mind she can hardly find a trace of it. If she is honest with herself she has not thought of running in any level of seriousness since their binding.

If she really wants to leave she will. She has. She should. She won’t.

She knows that about herself, has proven it, but she does not know how to stay with the precedent she has set between them. For all his preoccupation with her safety she is just as concerned for his. She does not know how to reconcile the need to tell him what he wants to know and the need to keep him from the potential danger of that same knowledge. She does not know how to stay with him, to love him, to be his wife -

She tugs on a particularly stubborn tangle in his locks and his eyelids flutter, brow creases. She hadn’t meant to pull so hard, but she glad she did, the meditation of her thoughts too tumultuous to be calming anymore and his awakening is a welcome detour.

He groans and he blinks up at her bewildered.

“You were gone a moment.” She strokes his hair back from his forehead. “You are not yet well.”

He blinks, the fear that been in his eyes before now back in full force. His hand scrubs over his face before he pushes up to sit on a grunt. A sharp pang goes through her chest as her hands fall to her empty lap so quickly. She wishes he would have stayed close and rested longer but she knows there is no coddling him. She wrings her hands. She wishes this to be simple. She wishes there could be an easy way to love him.

“Before…” She starts and stops, his back is to her and she thinks to move to where she can see his face, but this anonymity has its benefits too so she continues. “Before you - well - before. Do you recall what you said to me? What you were saying?”

He is perfectly still. She thinks he may not even be breathing. Perhaps he has not yet fully come through to waking. Her scarred palms itch with sweat.

“I remember, Logi…” He does not face her, voice low and rough. “I gave my word to protect you, to keep you safe from all that would to harm you. I have made vows to shield you at the cost of my own body, at the cost of -” He takes a stuttered breath. “Do you know what was said at our binding? Do you know the meaning of the words we spoke?”

She blinks, momentarily stunned at the turn in conversation. The pit of her stomach drops out. Her mind scrambles, frantic to remember any part of the foreign words - to understand why he is asking her this now -

“No.” She shakes her head even though he cannot see her, tries to recall anything that may have been said... “No I - no.”

He sighs and she feels it.

She feels each shift in his mood now, each nuance of his shape, and yet this is unexpected, unprecedented. They had never spoken of that day, the ceremony, or its significance. Like all other things between them it had existed, festered and infected the air they breathed, but now he cut it wide open.

He turns his body, but does not look at her. She watches the lines of his profile with frantic eyes as he begins to speak.

“Now you will know no rain, for I will be your shelter. You will feel no cold for together we shall keep warm. No bread nor meat shall pass my lips before you know your share. Your load is mine to carry and mine yours.” He pauses, voice catching, and she holds her breath as if somehow her stillness will create action in him. As if stillness will help her remember and absorb each thing he says. He takes a fortifying breath before continuing: “You are flesh of my flesh, heart of my heart, bone of my bone and any hand raised against you will fall on my head for I am yours and you are mine. May ravens clean my bones if ever I forget these vows.”  

Her entire body heats and now she is doubly glad for the distance, for the absence of his gaze. Near two weeks has passed since she had repeated the foreign phrases, made guesses at what the words could mean, amidst a sea of strangers and never had the chance to consider just what she had vowed. Between the pain and panic of the moment she had missed nearly everything, but now in the still silence of this space she feels each word in its fullness. She swallows once, twice, a third time to try to unstick her voice and respond. Every inch of her tingles and burns.

“Is that all?” She hardly recognizes the sound of her own voice, fingers clenching her skirt.

His face turns now, gaze meeting hers, and she feels the ripple of it cascade down her spine. His eyes, whiskey warm and blazing, give her no choice but to meet them as he speaks.

“I bind my heart to thine until the day I die.” His voice low and tight.

A sudden hysteria builds in her chest at his directness, at her rapidly crumbling defenses, at how much she needs him, but still her mind fights it. Why now? Why recite these impossible things in this moment? Why but to tell her something he cannot bear to say - she cannot bear to hear?

“Yes,” she chokes out. “I remember that part.”

He almost laughs, lips quirking, and she almost joins him but he speaks:

“I have no riches. I have nothing for you but my words, my oath. You have my life if you but want it - but if you are to have the answer you seek - if you must know - then first you must answer me this,” he pauses and her heart accelerates. If he asks her name - if he asks what she dare no speak - will she - “Knowing now the words you spoke, we spoke, in the hollow - could you have meant any of it? Could you have meant an oath you did not understand? Could you mean it now?”

It catches her off guard. Of all the questions she had expected this was not one. Her mouth drops open as if to speak, but clamps shut again. The steel rod of her spine is so rigid she fears it may snap if she breathes. The thrum of blood in her ears is so loud she can scarce hear herself think.

“I don’t understand. I spoke the words.” She shakes her head to clear it, body nearly shattering at the motion, and tastes the diversion on her tongue. She knows just what he is asking.

“I knew just what was said in the hollow that day, volunteered myself to it, but you -” he looks at the ground, scowling. “I’m bound fully to you, Logi. I knew the terms. I took them on for your protection. No matter what else has passed between us, what may come, I am bound to you. I need to know if it is the same for you.”

A log in the fire breaks and sends sparks swirling into the air with a crack but she does not flinch, does not take her eyes off of him. She thinks this must be a dream. She must have never woken from the night before. Her mind must be playing tricks to think he could be admitting what her heart screams he is - what her heart wants him to be saying, asking.

Her tongue trips around the matching of his profession with her own confession.

“And how is this fair?” She watches her hands as she wrings them, heart in her throat. “That you should be held to vows we made any differently than I?” Her legs twitch beneath her with the need to stand, run, before he answers.

He gives her no chance. His words are ready and available. “Because I knew just what were to happen. I am no stranger here, but you…” She hears him shift in the straw, knows he watches her with that strange, unnerving, wild thing behind his eyes. “There’s something in me that thinks you’ve never so much as heard tell of a binding such as ours. So how can I hold you to it if it not what you desire? Do you see?”

She knows of marriage, had read and been taught of royal wedding protocol and of ceremonies, but he was right. The binding she had experienced was unlike anything she had been taught. It had been as foreign to her as all else has been since she found her way to this place. Still -

She knows what he is asking.

She swallows hard, mouth dry, and manages somehow to not run or scream or cry but also cannot reply beyond a nod. His mouth quirks a rueful smile at her speechlessness.

“Then surely you can see how I may figure the vows you spoke not even understanding the words would weigh less than mine.” His words are soft, reassuring, but his voice tight like each syllable may snap him in two. Like each word pained him to speak. “I will not have a wife that does not want me, did not chose me. Can you see that? Do you understand, Logi?”

So many questions and she realizes now that she does not shy away. She realizes it has never been the questions that have kept her from speaking but her own fear of the answers. The idea, young and infantile, takes root as she tries to understand it now and her heart slams into her mind. She understands what he is saying, what he is asking, but even so she scrambles against it. She knows what this means and she has been loved before. It has never ended well.

She looks over the edge of a cliff she has thrown herself off of time and time again and is presented with a wasteland of jagged disappointment. The results have been consistently unchanging. To expect otherwise is folly and yet -

“I can see. I can see that.” She steps the edge. “What I did not understand - what I didn’t quite know - well I still knew. In my heart I knew.” She looks at the pain promised if she follows this path a thousand feet below. “I knew then. I knew, but now I understand.” She breathes and looks more intently at her hands, sees the scar on her palm, and experiences a lifetime in a moment.

Then: she jumps.

“My vows weigh just the same as yours.”

It is a strange light that flickers through the small cabin as she flashes her eyes to his. She has seen it a hundred times before but today it is different. Today it shows things she never would have imagined. He turns just enough that he can meet her eyes evenly and she cannot look away. She thinks that this time, today, he may catch her.

“Your name,” he hesitates. “Must it always stay hidden?”

She feels the difference in this question and somehow it feels more like safety than anything else he has offered her. Somehow it feels like being caught before hitting the hard earth and shattering.

“It is how I keep you safe.” The reality in the room snaps at her words, breaks and splinters until there is nothing left but the way he looks at her.

His tongue darts out to wet unusually chapped lips. His entire face still needs a thorough cleaning but that is for another day. That is for a day when she can think beyond the rhythm of her heart, the method of her breathing.

“Then you lied to me.” He says and it is enough to startle her already racing mind into picking up speed. She hadn’t… “You said your name was not horrible, but if it is so bad that I need seek safety from it well then…” He drops off, a strange, sad smile on his mouth and she realized his teasing and how he uses it as permission to not speak on the matter.

She welcomes it.

A strangled bubble of laughter escapes her throat and perhaps they could go on like this, strange partners in their own way, and never step into the uncharted waters of her past. Perhaps if she hadn’t seen the thing in the woods, had never found the sword in the snow. Perhaps if he hadn’t seen the guards face on the road before she stabbed his horse. Perhaps if she had never fallen in love…

Perhaps.

Perhaps.

Perhaps if they had known each other in another time, place, life. Perhaps if she had been raised in these woods alongside him - had learned all the strange ways and knew the answers she sought from birth. Perhaps if she had not been born a princess - the word as foreign to her now as his customs - but she realizes now that she has spent spent her whole life waiting and wondering and living in the ‘perhaps’ and she will not wonder any longer.

She will not be her own lady in waiting.

She stands, legs trembling, and breaks his gaze to stagger to his chest. The strangeness of this all gives her a power she had yet to have - the hope of proving herself wrong and the night previous had all been a dream. It all starts when she opens the lid. She expects him to stop her, to demand she leave his things be, but he does not. She expects him to stop her undoing of all they have built, but he stays still and she begins her deconstruction.

Piece by piece, item by item, she undoes what she had replaced the night before. She dismantles his holdings piece by piece.

First go the maps followed by a leather satchel where his hunting knives are nested. There are a few larger items wrapped in skins and ropes and left un-investigated that she has no time to consider. There is yardage of fabric unlike that from their previous market journey. There are unaccounted bags and things that she has no use to remove or sort as she finds the jars at the bottom of the crate. If they are anything like the jars in the shed they are filled with crushed herbs and she withdraws them one by one. They are all sealed with clay much likes those in the shed but these also are bound with twine and she could ask but that is not the most important question. That is not the idea that burns her tongue.

He does not move as she reaching down with shaking hands and finds the base of the chest. He stays still as a statue as she bends awkward arms to reach and search blindly for her goal. When her finger slips into a tell tale notch her breath catches. She hadn’t dreamed it. It is real. She does not know if this is cause for excitement or pain, but she does not pause to think. She slips a nail into the ridge and pulls. The panel comes loose and she hears him shift, the crunch of straw a sign that he knows just what she is after - that he wants her to find it.

She gives him a chance to stop her, but only one. He doesn’t and then… she reaches past the bag of crystals she had thrown into this hatch and grasps the item she desires.

It feels slick and cool in her damp palms. She brings it out and cradles it in her lap, body tingling in anticipation of what she must say. She takes a breath, two, and then turns towards him as she keeps her eyes on the figurine as she extends it, odd angles jutting from scarred palms and:

“Will you keep me safe from this?”

The grotesque figure stands between them as a strange offering. She had not understood it when she first found it, had only the strangest of dreams whispering in her ears, but now… she hardly dares to look at him, at it, to know the truth, to push this hard on the walls they both have so carefully maintained, to know that he can push back just as hard.

“There is no need.” His voice riddled with gravel. “They will not harm you as long as you are with me.”

Her arm sinks under the weight of  his confession, figurine nearly toppling from her trembling hand, as she acknowledges just what his words mean. She had not been dreaming. What she had seen is real and the confirmation sends her heart to her throat. She was never taught, never instructed in the palace, about what to do when impossibility occurred. She was never taught about strange beasts and brilliant light and yet here is a man she, in many ways, hardly knows telling her the impossible. Here is a man who has fought and bled and cared for her in ways no one in the palace ever had telling her that monsters are real and she has no choice but to believe him.

Her spirits simultaneously soar and shatter at the revelation. The weight of this reality is crushing. Her shoulders fold under it. If she had not already been seated her legs would have crumbled beneath her. Her breath comes light and quick in her chest and the world narrows on the edges.

“And if I am not with you?” She recalls all of the times he had advised her to stay close, to not go too far, to warn him if she left and she thinks now that she understands. “What then?”

He shakes his head.

“They will do you no harm for you are part of me. You are mine. Your blood is my blood.”

The vows he had translated runs through her mind even as a chill runs down her spine at the word ‘mine’. His statement again brings as many questions as it answers. She doesn’t know ice like he does, but she knows that she is standing on thin ground as she inches out further and asks:

“And what are they?” The figurine though nearly weightless feels like ten tons on her lap.

He swallows and shrugs, eyes falling to the straw by her skirts.

“Trolls, mostly.”

She nods, dumbly, unsure what else to do.

He is not lying. She knows, but somehow that is worse. Somehow this is more difficult than silence. Somehow this is more difficult than not knowing, and she knows that more questions will only begat more inexplicable things.

The hysterical bubble that had started in her chest moments before grows and erupts on a choked laugh. She thinks this must be a dream. Any moment she will wake and be in her down filled bed with thick wool sheets in the palace. She will wake and rub her eyes and chase the unraveling threads of this strange dream, grasping and trying to weave them together to make sense of it all. She will wake and by the time Gerda brings her breakfast tray it will al be nonsense. She will wake because this place, these things, these words he speaks are impossible.

Yet she is still here.

Her strange laughter chokes as soon as it is born. Her eyes will his to look at her and in that moment she knows this is no dream. She is not near clever enough to create this strange word and the intensity of his gaze when it meets hers.

Instead she looks at him with a strength she did not know she had and trades him truth for truth.

“My mother drowned.” She has never spoken it so simply before and a new chill spooks through her. “How did your mother die?”

Eons pass.

His eyes are dark and jaw tense, but he holds her tremulous gaze all the same. He swallows hard.

“She didn’t.”

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Arch 4: Possessive Pining

This is the fourth installment of an RP and Collab I am doing with @tinysidestrashcaptain! We apologize for the large gap between this Arch and the last one, but we promise there is more exciting things to come for this story! We have already written over 200 pages of it together and let me tell you, it’s gonna be good! We thank everyone who has been interested in it so far, and please let us know if you want to be tagged for any and all future Archs! The next Arch, Arch 5, will go up on her tumblr next time.As always please enjoy this angst fest of an arch!

Arch 1 - Arch 2 - Arch 3 (The story so far.)

Ships: Logicality, Pining Prinxiety

Warnings: Cursing, quite a bit of angst (Some fluff though too), death mention, blood (Let us know if there is anything else)

Virgil was sleeping, dead to the world, and vaguely heard Roman shouting somewhere downstairs. He groaned and turned over, shoving a pillow over his head.

“Doesn’t he ever shut up?!” he mumbled, trying to go back to sleep. He was so tired, he didn’t notice the small pool of darkness that inched its way across the floor, seeming to peer this way and that before sliding under his door and slithering away. Patton walked as quietly as he could towards Virgil’s door, but once he got close enough, he thought he saw...something black dart out from under it. He stopped in his tracks and blinked twice but couldn't see the shadow a second time. He shrugged to himself, thinking he was just seeing things and preceded to continue his strides and knock softly on virgil’s door.

”Kiddo? ...you doin’ ok?”

Virgil groaned again. God, WHY couldn’t they leave him alone?! He just wanted to sleep for a thousand years, was that so much to ask? But, it was Dad and he knew that he was only bothering him out of concern, so he forced himself to lift his head, his hair sticking up like a porcupine.

“Yeah, Dad! ‘M fine. You need somethin’?” He called out, knowing it was more than likely Dad would open his door and poke his head in because he’s Dad and that’s what he did. And Patton did open the door and poke his head in, but his face was slightly more concerned than the usual smile he wore.

“Hey...I’m just comin’ in to check on ya. Sorry to bother ya...but when somethin’ like that happens coming from Roman’s world, this pa is just positively perturbed and paranoid. Hehe...” He kept his voice low as to not hurt Virge’s ears. “Are you...doing okay?”

Virgil chuckled. Yup, typical Dad, always worrying about all of them, probably more than he should.

“You should leave the worrying to me, Dad. It’s my job. I’m good, really. Just exhausted. Getting Roman and I back safely took a lot out of me. I’ll be fine after a few hours sleep. Go back to making kissy faces with Logan, or whatever you were doing.” He paused, arching a brow at Patton’s facial expression. “On second thought, maybe I don’t wanna know what you were doing.” He chuckled a little, then snuggled back down.

“G’night, Dad. I’ll find you when I wake up.”

The moral aspect flushed at the mention at he and Logan’s relationship. “Eheheh. Oh alright Virgil. I’ll leave ya alone...right after you tell me how it felt to be the rescuer of the prince of your dreams…” Patton cocked a mischievous eyebrow, almost in the same manner as Logan.

Virgil’s head shot up again, a flush spreading over his face as he stared at Patton. “I...w...what?! I didn’t--he’s not--!” Virgil spluttered, unable to even form a full sentence. His face felt flaming hot and he knew he was blushing furiously, which would be blatantly obvious since he’d washed his makeup off before falling into his bed. Okay, MAYBE he had a teensy tiny little crush on Roman, but he hadn’t thought it was obvious enough for Dad to pick up on it

The flush on Virgil’s face was easily enough to make Patton giggle. “Haha! I knew it! But, It’s okay Virgil. I know he is a little bit like Extra Gum. Easy to chew and hard to swallow, but maybe he does have a soft spot for ya. It’ll happen all in good time, sport. I promise.” Patton was about to close the door and leave him to his own exhaustion, when the thought of the shadow crossed his mind once again. “Hey uhm...Virge?”

Virgil’s face was on fire, oh my god could Dad be anymore embarrassing?! Nope, probably not! He buried his face in his pillows and longed for death, but the hesitant tone of Patton’s voice gave him pause. Even in his exhausted state, he picked up on the nervous undertone.

“Yeah, Dad?”

Patton’s smile slightly faltered, but quickly restored itself into a smile as he threw his question out the window. Assuming Virge would think he was crazy, he decided not to ask about the shadow that snuck from under the door of his room.

“Oh nevermind kiddo.” He shrugged off all worry from his features. “I...answered my own question! Glad your okay! Go ahead and get some good sleep! I’ll chat with you later!” And with that he quickly closed the door and sprinted back down the hallway, knowing full well how bad of a liar he was.

“Patton!!! Plate please!”

Patton chuckled and took the plate off of Roman’s hands. “Hehehehe. Alright Princey don’t get your knickers all twisted.” He strolled back into the kitchen and dumped the plate into the sink, all the while doing his best to hide the nervousness.

Virgil sat there, staring at the door. Dad had just lied. He was a horrible liar, always had been. Well...son of a bitch. Now he was awake, and worrying about what the heck Dad’s question had been. Growling a little under his breath, he tried to force himself back to sleep.

Logan smiled as Patton re-entered the kitchen. “Everything alright? Virgil is fairing well...dearest, what’s wrong?” He knew Patton probably the best out of all the sides, had made a study of his facial expressions. He knew it was minor, but there was distress hidden there.

“Huh? Oh yeah! Everything is just fine and dandy!” Patton smiled probably a little too wide for his own good, but he knew Logan could read him like a book. His smile and obvious distraction gave away the fact that something was definitely wrong with his mood. But, he knew Logan wouldn’t believe him even if he told him the truth...would he?

Patton preceded to take Logan’s empty plate to the sink, then sat down again to finish his own pastry.

Logan frowned at Patton’s response. “Patton, it is illogical to lie, especially to me. Whatever it is, honesty would be preferable. I promise I will listen, and I will not judge. It is my understanding that with the shift in our relationship, I must be more attentive to your emotional state and well-being. You are distressed, and please do not use that false smile to hide it, it is not convincing in the slightest. I love you, dearest. If you cannot confide in me, then who would you choose?”

Patton dropped his fork on his plate. “Oh Logan. I love you so much...and that as morality the last thing I would want to do is lie to you!” His smile faltered slightly more. “But, what I’m worried about is...well it’s just not logical. I shouldn’t be worried about something that's imaginary...right? I probably just need to get my eyesight checked...again...hehe you know what they say about looking through Rose-Colored glasses!” His smile then dropped immediately into a frown expressing his true feelings.

“We cannot know for certain if something you saw was real or imaginary until we establish what it was. I trust your judgement, Patton, and if it troubled you enough to cause you distress, then whether it was real or not is irrelevant. Your emotional response is real, and that is more than enough for me to take it seriously. Please talk to me, love. Tell me what’s bothering you?” Logan reached out a hand, gently cupping his face. “I have come to value things that are not always logical to a high degree, lately.”

Patton’s true smile begins to reform on his face, the warmth of Logan’s hand bringing him back down to reality. “Ok...Logy bear...thank you.” He leaned forward and kissed the logical aspect on the forehead before continuing, his voice turning into a low whisper as to not alert the prince in the next room. “I saw a shadow. A shadow crawl out from underneath Virgil’s door and race by me in the hallway. I blinked to make sure I wasn’t crazy, but I didn’t see it again. I was gonna ask Virgil, but I was pretty sure he wouldn’t believe me if I told him…” Patton drew small circles on Logan’s knuckles as he waited for his judgement.

“Why would you hesitate to tell me this? It is more than possible that what you saw was a reality, especially given what happened in Roman’s realm today. I would never judge you for this. Which way did you see it go when it disappeared? Did you notice a certain direction?” Logan’s mind immediately started devising scenarios, leaping ahead to work on solutions.

Patton mentally sighed in relief as Logan’s facial expressions remained relatively stable throughout his description of the shadow. “It went down the hallway away from Virgil’s room almost as if it was heading towards…” Patton’s eyes widened as he locked gazes with the aspect in front of him.

Logan’s eyes widened, catching the implication immediately. “Thomas!” he breathed, a bolt of real fear jolting through him. “If it was a demonic presence, it could do very real and serious damage to Thomas! We’re going to need Virgil, unfortunately. I know he’s tired, but he’s the best suited and if we didn’t notify him of an imminent threat to Thomas he would never forgive any of us. Do you want to get him, or shall I?” Logan sighed, standing and offering his hand to Patton.

Patton began to shift uncomfortably in his seat. “Uhh! Uhh! oh!! I-I’ll get him! I got him before. It’s no problem Logan.” And with that he took off back down the hallway, knocking his chair over in the process. He sprinted to Virgil’s room door, and knocked a little harder than normal.

“Virgil? Sorry to wake ya again kiddo. But, we have a problem…”

Virgil was still awake, still tossing and turning, when he heard Patton’s voice again. Problem??? Oh no. Well, he called it. He rolled out of bed, still in his pajama pants and a T-shirt, shrugged his hoodie on and opened the door. He knew he looked like a disaster, but whatever. It’s only Dad.

“What’s the problem, Dad?”

Patton jittered nervously at his door. “Uh...its about the question that I wanted to ask you but didn’t? Eheh...yeah you need to come into the kitchen with me and Logan. There's something we need to talk about.” He turned and walked away, unintentionally leaving Virgil behind.

“Up so soon disaster master?” He heard Roman call from the commons.

Virgil shuffled his way behind Patton, giving a jaw cracking yawn as he went. He rolled his eyes at Roman’s quip, giving the royal a narrow look.

“Shut it, Princey. Apparently there’s a problem. You wouldn’t know anything about that, now would you? Since causing problems is a thing you NEVER do.” He rolled his eyes, sarcasm heavy in his voice. Honestly, he was feeling a little self conscious since this was the first time Roman would ever see him without his makeup and normal clothes. He was usually meticulous about ensuring that Roman only saw him at his best but...today was not going well.

Patton practically leaped into the kitchen, almost colliding with the logical aspect. He did manage to hug him on the way by though, before sitting in his normal spot, still as jittery as ever. Roman chuckled and swung his legs off the couch stretching out his back as he walked towards the kitchen.

“The only problem here is that I’m not getting any rrrrr-” He came face to face with Virgil dressed in his pajamas and true complexion. It took him a minute for him to finish his thought, the beauty in front of him catching the prince completely off guard. “-rrrrest for my love-I mean life-I mean rest assured I will get sleep tonight!” He turned away from Virgil, hiding his flushed face away from the darker aspect. But concealing it from him meant it was open for both Logan and Patton to see. Patton smirked towards Logan knowingly, keeping his silent giggles to himself.

Logan caught Patton in a one-armed hug, stopping him from crashing into anything, chuckling a little at his energetic approach. “Easy, Pat. It will be okay, love.” With that, he took his seat next to Patton. Virgil slunk into the room, his shoulders hunched and obviously just woken up from his slumber, judging by his attire and lack of usual makeup. He could see a small dusting of freckles across the darker side’s nose, something that was usually well hidden. It was an indication both of how much Virgil trusted them now and how truly exhausted he was that he would allow them to see him like this.

Virgil couldn’t help the slight blush that rose in his cheeks when Roman walked in, dramatically complaining about something. Their eyes locked and the royal started stammering in a very uncharacteristic way. Roman turned away, and Virgil caught that the tips of his ears were red, but...there was no way it was because of him. Roman didn’t think about him like that, and it was beyond stupid to even consider otherwise.

“What’s this problem that I needed to get dragged out of bed for?” Virgil asked grumpily, spinning one of the chairs around and sitting on it with his chest pressed against the back of it.

Logan’s eye twitched, he hated when Virgil did that, but he refrained from making comment. He caught Patton’s smirk, spotting the blush on Roman’s face and subtly winked at his partner, hiding a smile before answering the question.

“Patton saw something today as he was approaching your room to check on him. He kept it to himself out of fear that he wouldn’t be believed, which was quite silly dearest as we all trust you, but I now have reason to believe that Thomas may be in danger. He saw a shadow moving away from your room, Virgil, and given what transpired earlier in Roman’s realm it is possible that something unpleasant managed to make it’s way here to the mindscape.”

Virgil sat up in alarm, now fully awake. He was weak, weaker than he should be, but he was always ready to perform his primary function and protect Thomas. “When I brought us back...I had to fight hard for it. It’s possible a gap was created that didn’t close fast enough. A big demon couldn’t get through, but a smaller one? It’s possible.”

“The black blob I saw speeding past me was quite small. I’d say it was about the size of two dinner plates!” Patton showed them by his hands how big he thought dinner plates were...it was obvious to Logan he really did need his eyes checked.

Roman scowled. “Another demon? Gadzooks, it could be anywhere. Oh goodness gracious there are too many things here in the mind palace to get messed up by darker powers! It might affect Thomas. I know there are smaller demons...but there are too many too count. Any one of them could cause enough damage here to alter Thomas in someway. Good heavens! What are we doing here sitting around for!? Something bad could be happening as we speak!” Roman paused before realizing how he was speaking. “Oh great I’m acting like dressing dilemma over here.” He motioned to Virgil but in more of a teasing than a menacing way.

“We have no way of knowing what kind of entity this is, and we have only a vague notion of where it’s gone. By all means, Roman, if you have any additional information to provide that would make this easier, I’m certain we would love to hear it! Otherwise, it makes perfect sense for us to divide the mindscape into quadrants and begin searching in a systematic fashion. Virgil, you’re the expert on these things. What should we do in the event we find the creature?” Logan spoke pertly to Roman, irritated that he would want to rush in blindly without thinking. Knowing that Patton would be distressed if he took it too far, he pivoted the conversation to Virgil, hoping to hide some of his irritation.

“Well, without knowing what it is or how it will affect us, it’s hard to say with certainty what the best course of action should be. I’d say keep your distance and summon me so I can deal with it. I’ve expelled a lot of things from the mindscape, and I’m sure I can handle this.” Virgil spoke with more confidence than he actually felt. He was weak, much weaker than he should be to handle this. He knew he could theoretically do this, but in reality? Well...it was more likely he’d be unsuccessful and pass out. But the others didn’t need to know that. Let them think he could do this. He’d just rest when he could and try to recover enough of his strength that he could actually do something when the time came.

Patton felt a wave of relief wash over him as Virgil and Logan’s parts of the conversation relieved him. “Yeah Roman. Let’s not worry too much until the problem actually arises.”

“Ugh...fine. After coughing up mirror shards today you might think I’d be slightly more alert by the word demon than on any average day.” Roman huffed as he was shot down. “But can we at least check on Thomas first? Wouldn’t he be the first clue if something was affecting the mind palace?...or us for that matter.”

“That is a fair point, Roman. We should check on Thomas and warn him so he can be vigilant to any changes. Once we’ve done that, we should begin our search. I would rather find this thing sooner rather than later. The longer we wait, the more damage it could potentially do. I suggest that Virgil search the subconscious, because he’s more familiar with that, Roman take the lower levels where imagination is kept, Patton should handle the main floors and recent memories, and I’ll handle the Long Term Memory Vaults. I’m more familiar with them, so it’s much less dangerous for me. Does that sound like a viable plan of action?” Logan spoke quickly, rather hoping he could gloss over the fact that he had definitely given Patton the safest assignment of the lot. Not that his was entirely without risk, just that Patton would be much less likely to encounter an issue. Being in love was very strange. The thought of Patton coming to harm made Logan feel physically ill, and keeping him as far from danger as possible had just become a higher priority in his life.

Virgil smirked, he hadn’t missed it at all, but it was a sentiment that he fully supported. Of the four of them, Patton was arguably the strongest. Exposing him to a demonic entity would be a terrible idea, for everyone. “It’s a perfect plan, Logan. Hang on…” Virgil clicked his fingers, and he was instantly more comfortable in his usual attire with his makeup in place. “Much better. Let’s go.”

Roman winced. ‘Perfect plan?’ Those words stung more than they would have normally had they come out of the darker aspect’s lips and it felt for a second like a needle had pierced his heart. Didn’t Virgil think he was perfect? Of course they had a slip up today and the fanciful aspect almost died, but did that deter Virgil from liking him even as a friend? Roman’s shoulders noticeably drooped as Virgil’s ador-he meant messy attire was changed into his usual get up. He had to get the darker aspect’s attention back on him. And he would get it, no matter the cost.

Roman himself was not complaining about Logan’s plan though. It was a brilliant plan on his part  and he did have to agree, and it put his fanciful self almost directly next to Virgil when it came to the placement of searching areas. Other than that he had nothing more to complain about. “Yes Logan...it is a pretty good plan.”

Patton giggled. “Oh! It’s like a game of ‘I spy’! Oh that’ll be fun! Eheheh! I’m an expert at those. Alright everyone. Weeeeee’re off to see the Thomas!!! The wonderful Thomas of odd!” Patton continued his singing even as he sank down, closely followed by Roman who gave a tiny huff dissatisfaction as he left the mindscape.

Logan rolled his eyes but smiled fondly, shaking his head as he sank down after his ridiculous boyfriend. Virgil grinned at Roman’s little huff, but he did his usual pop out of existence and back in. Sinking down and up was for suckers.

“AAAAH, WHAT THE HECK?!” Thomas jumped when they all appeared, clutching his chest. “A little warning, next time, guys???”

“Apologies, Thomas, but this is a matter of some urgency. We are sorry for interrupting your Steven Universe marathon.” Logan adjusted his tie, glancing at the other aspects. How on Earth was he going to explain this in a way that Thomas would find rational and believable?!

“Oh, it’s fine, Logan. What’s up?” Thomas paused the episode, giving them his full attention. Logan hesitated, and Virgil couldn’t stand it.

“Oh, move over, Specs. Look, when Roman and I were in his realm, there was a demonic entity that attacked us. We made it safely back to the mindscape, but in doing so we may have inadvertently allowed something dark to follow us. Which means you could be in danger. We, or more accurately, *I* am going to handle it, but we need you to be aware of what’s happening. If you feel anything out of place, or notice any strange behaviors, let us know right away. It’s important, Thomas.” Virgil explained quickly, refusing to acknowledge that he’d basically done it to help his struggling nerd of a friend. Logan would always have trouble articulating things that didn’t necessarily make sense. Thank god he was with Patton now, maybe that would improve in the future.

Thomas stared at all of them in silence for a moment. “A...demonic entity?! WHY would something like that be in your realm, Roman?!?” He stared at his fanciful side in shock.

Roman scoffed looking offended. “Ah! Don’t look at me. It’s not one of my creations. They just show up on random and I have to take care of them. Most of the time they stay hidden and don’t come out into the open. There have only been two times when they have approached me directly. One of those happened to be the unfortunate event of when Virgil was with me today. But...I’m actually glad he did come with me. I might not be standing here if he didn’t...but that’s besides the point. These darker powers are strong, even the smaller ones Patton had said were the size of a dinner plate can put up a fight. If one’s escaped, we couldn’t bare to let it hurt you...or...one of our own.” He glanced around at the other sides, setting his sights on Virgil most of the time. A feeling of longing growing steadily inside of him as seconds ticked on.

“What he means Thomas, is that demonic powers aren’t meant to be toyed with. We are trying to take this as serious as possible.” Patton took out a large magnifying glass. “And we can start by looking for clues!” He began to zoom in and out on Logan’s necktie making funny sound effects, then preceded to look at other random objects. Roman stifled a snort.

Logan chuckled as Patton zoomed in and out on his person, remembering the time they’d dressed up as Sherlock and Watson. “Looking to be my Watson again, dearest?”

Virgil’s eyes widened in horror and he immediately shot a look at Roman. No. Oh god, no. Not again, NEVER AGAIN.

“Under NO CIRCUMSTANCES are you allowed to pull that Sherlock crap again! Do you have any idea how insane you two were? For actual days?! I’m not putting up with that again. Roman, back me up on this, please!” For the love of all that is good and pure in this world, back me up Princey.

Thomas stifled a laugh as he watched his sides interact. “Awww, Virgil, it couldn’t have been THAT bad, could it?”

The look Virgil gave him assured him that oh yes, it absolutely WAS that bad.

Patton chuckled and lowered his magnifying glass. “Oh Logan. I never stopped being your Watson. I was always the clue to your case. Eheheh” He drew out the ‘oo’ sound in clue and winked at him.

Roman’s head was fogging up, but luckily Virgil’s voice brought him back down to earth. For whatever reason he couldn’t think straight (probably because he wasn’t). His thoughts were jumbled, but the one thing that seemed to stand out to him was Virgil’s voice. It’s what kept him grounded, what he enjoyed hearing, what he enjoyed seeing.

“Yeah…” Roman sided with Virgil half heartedly. Completely forgetting the importance of the situation. “Yeah no more sherlock crap…” Roman rubbed his eyes trying to gain some focus back, but to no avail his thoughts would jumble back up until they took the shape of the one he deeply wanted most. But...after today...no...after everything the prince had said to him. There was absolutely no way Virgil could like him the same way back. If he couldn’t have him, then he would protect him from anything that wanted him. Friend or not.

Logan practically melted on the spot, and Virgil suppressed a gag at how disgustingly sappy his normally stoic friend was when it came to his new boyfriend. Ugh, who knew Logan was such a soft pile of mush under that cold exterior? Logan smiled, taking Patton’s hand and murmuring something softly that made Patton’s face flush beet red, and Virgil just DIDN’T. WANT. TO. KNOW.

Hearing Roman’s less than enthusiastic response, he whirled and grabbed Princey’s shoulders, his eyes desperately boring into the other’s. “Roman, do you want us to die?! They’re going to play Sherlock and Watson again, and look at them!!! They’re all sappy and gross!!! This is going to be SO MUCH WORSE!!! Come on, I saved you, now it’s your turn, Princey. BACK. ME. UP.”

Logan had one arm around Patton’s shoulders, and Virgil was desperate to get OUT of this situation as quickly as humanly possible. He was practically hiding behind Roman at this point. “Come on, Princey, make the mushy duo stop and let’s get this done, please!” Oh god, he was going to see his best friend kiss his Dad, wasn’t he, gross, gross, GROSS!!!! Nope, he needed out of here, nuh-uh, not happening.

As Virgil looked into Roman’s eyes they kept dilating, like something kept repeatedly removing his consciousness and then stuffing it back in. Roman shook his head to get a hold of himself, so he could clearly see what was causing the one he loved distress. His vision instantly cleared, a new purpose boring into his mind.

“HEY!” His voice boomed across the apartment, not unlike Virgil’s when he was loud. The darker undertone, faint but present in his inflections. “Not now you two! You can kiss later when we’ve found the demon. Don’t forget what we came here to do Logan. I would have thought you weren’t so easily whisked away in fantasies of love. And Patton! Know your place. Do not distract Thomas’s mind from doing his work. You both can smooch each other later. Behind closed doors.” A flash of red crossed his eyes for a split second, before they settled back down into his original chestnut brown.

Patton jumped back, surprised at the sudden outburst of the prince, but knew it was true. He preceded to lower his head as an apology left his voice and died off.

Virgil stared at Roman, shocked. That….had not been what he was expecting. He expected Roman to roll his eyes and offer a louder agreement, then they’d get back on track.

Logan’s spine straightened, and he shot a glare at the royal, now protectively sheltering his boyfriend rather than gently holding him. “Roman, that was uncalled for! I agree that we need to find the demon, but there was no need to berate Patton like that. He is the embodiment of emotions, he is naturally affectionate, and he should never be shamed for that anymore than you should be shamed for your frequent flights of fancy and romantic delusions. That was cruel, Roman and you are rarely that.” His gaze sharpened, now giving Roman a more thorough inspection. “Thomas, how are you feeling right now? Is anything off, or different?”

“I don’t know...I feel...weird. Muddled. I don’t know how to describe it, Logan, I’m sorry.” The logical aspect nodded, thinking.

“It would appear it is affecting Roman and therefore you. We must move quickly.” He turned to Patton, who still looked downcast, and gently tilted his head up with a finger under his chin. “I love you, Patton. You are never a distraction, and if you ever are, it is a welcome one. Be safe.” He pressed a gentle kiss to Patton’s lips, offering him a smile before sinking down to begin his search.

Virgil’s anxiety was increasing with every passing moment. This was bad. It was already messing with Roman, and now Thomas was feeling off?! Not good.

“We’ll get this figured out, Thomas, I promise. Come on, Roman. We’ve got to get going.” He offered his usual two finger salute and sank down, intent on getting to the Subconscious. He figured Roman would follow close behind.

Roman scoffed. “Cruel. Bah humbug. That was hardly cruel. I was only stating what Logan would have said in response be it some seven days ago. Goodbye now Thomas.” He sank down following Virgil.

The kiss greatly improved Patton’s mood although he was still wary of the salty Prince’s uneven temperament. He gave a quiet smile and tiny wave to Thomas as he too decided to sink down with his fellow aspects.

Meanwhile, A tiny black blob shift shapes as it runs through the mind palace. It has already taken on the form of many household objects, but now it takes on the shape of a tiny blue creature, everyone knows Thomas loves: Stitch. As the sides  reappear there, it hides, blinking and smiling in secret.

Logan appeared in the Long Term Memory Vault, which frankly was dangerous for anyone who didn’t know how it worked. There were stacks of knowledge here, vital memories that were critical to Thomas as a person. The stacks shifted, moving as information was reclassified as more or less important. If one wasn’t careful, it was very easy to be crushed or become lost here. He slowly moved from row to row, looking for anything out of place. He doubted he’d find anything here, as a demonic presence here would cause critical failure to Thomas, and he had been functioning adequately when they’d left. He sincerely hoped the others would have better luck, and if a small part of his mind was devoted to the niggling fear that something would happen to Patton, well….no one needed to know.

Virgil sunk down into the mindscape, moving to the Subconscious. This was a wild, dark space. A lot of things were here, and Virgil used the term “things” loosely. Half-formed thoughts, vague notions, fears that Thomas hadn’t even acknowledged. It was all here, creeping in the darkness. He took a few deep breaths and started searching, moving in a grid pattern so he wouldn’t miss anything. It would be insanely easy for the entity to hide here, and he was hoping against hope that it hadn’t found this place yet. He was on his second row when he became aware of a shuffling sound behind him. He whirled and nearly had a heart attack when he saw the familiar red sash inches from his face.

“Jesus Christ, Roman! You trying to kill me?! What are you even doing here, you’re supposed to be searching the Imagination!” Virgil huffed, glaring a little at the royal. Roman had agreed to the original plan, why the hell was he here?!

Roman’s breath hitched as he tried to come up with a valid excuse. “My apologies fairest. I’ve already scoured the imagination and I could sense nothing of that foul beast there. So, I came to join you on your quest. Should anything happen to you, I will be here to protect you. Plus, I do owe you a save...physically.” He thought back to his so called harsh words to the Sherlock and Watson duo.

Patton wandered the mind scape, not quite sure what he was looking for, but he had a feeling he would know it when he saw it. He quietly hummed to himself, unaware of the small blue creature lurking behind him. It followed him curiously, not sensing any real danger, but was definitely attracted by the level of infatuation that he carried with him. This aspect had a boyfriend. The demon could practically smell it from a mile away. It took it a minute before it formulated an evil plan in its head. He would need that cardigan draped around the moral aspect’s neck.

But the demon could tell that he would not obtain the item that easily...or was it more simple than it looked? Patton displayed such a strong attachment to his catigan that he almost never took off...almost like a certain...possessiveness towards it. The demon grinned devilishly, stalking up behind the jolly aspect. It jumped and grabbed a hold of his hood, pulling the catigan off of his neck and down to the ground. Patton cried out in surprise, but before he could turn, the demon had duplicated it and dragged the original off behind the couch, hiding in wait.

Patton frantically looked from side to side, now paranoid that something might be in the same area as him. “W-who's there?” He cried out, grasping the closest thing that looked like a weapon...of course it had to be an egg beater. After not receiving an answer, he yelled again. “Y-you better come out...or I’ll b-beat you!” Five minutes of silence. Patton reluctantly put down the egg-beater down and sat at the table. His heart pounding even faster than normal. Oh where was Logan when he needed him the most? Very soon, he found himself crying. Scared of being alone and scared of finding something...what if the demon looked like a spider? Now that in itself, freaked him out to no end.

The demon cackled quietly, listening to the pathetic aspect’s worries and pleas. It shook his head in bewilderment and set off with the catigan in his claw to the next area of interest: the Long-Term Memory Vaults. Once it arrived, it quietly began to shred the catigan into long strips of cloth. It now looked like a large demon had run through it with massive claws. The demon smiled knowing that it’s dirty work was done...well almost. It picked up the strips and casted its own illusion spell on it, so that anyone who was blinded by possessiveness will see blood covering in all the exact spots where major arteries would have been located. Now, the demon had the perfect plan.

It ran through the Long-Term Memory Storage, carefully looking for his target, until he found him checking notes, with his back turned to the creature of darkness. It was then he laid out the catigan in all of it’s glory, tattered and bloody. It then raced quietly leaving tiny but seemingly large claw marks on things as it left Logan’s vicinity. Once it was out of sight, it began to feed on the possessiveness of the one whom he had infected before and flickered the lighting in the area. Quickly it opened its mouth, and screamed as hellishly and humanly as possible.

Logan’s head shot up as the lights flickered, and his blood ran cold when the scream reached his ears. His heart dropped out of his chest. Patton! Oh god, not Patton! He whirled, immediately following the sound. There were claw marks, massive ones, seemingly random ones. His pace quickened, and soon he was running, frantically searching.

“Patton? Patton?! WHERE ARE YOU?!” Logan’s voice echoed, and he heard nothing. He whipped around a corner and froze. That...that couldn’t be. He reached out, his hand trembling. It wasn’t real, it wasn’t real, it couldn’t be real. When his hands actually touched shredded fabric, he felt his heart shatter.

Patton’s catigan, the gift he’d given to the moral side, was in tatters. Even in his distress, his mind didn’t stop. He could see the blood, the tears...his mind was analyzing. Major arteries. Fatal damage. The chance of survival was less than 0.2%, even with immediate medical attention. They weren’t immortal, and they could be killed. His face was wet, why was it wet? He looked around, it wasn’t raining, he was indoors! How...oh...tears. He was crying. Tears were streaming down his face, unchecked.

He clutched the strips, and a sound wrenched from his chest, something he’d never heard himself make before. It was raw, visceral. He had never experienced pain on this level, couldn’t function, couldn’t THINK. Is this was heartbreak was?! Is THIS the kind of pain that Patton had routinely endured all of Thomas’s life? How had he ever belittled this? How had he ever thought Patton weak?

“Patton…” It was whispered, softly, sorrowfully. He’d finally admitted his feelings today, they had finally become a couple TODAY. What kind of cruel reality did he live in that he would lose the moral side he’d loved for years in the same day? Logan sobbed, feeling his world fall apart.

Virgil felt something, a weird tremor. Something was wrong, fundamentally wrong. He could feel distress, extreme distress, coming from multiple points. Normally he’d be on his way already, but Princey was standing in front of him and he was 99% sure the royal had just lied through his teeth.

“Princey...there is no way you searched the entire Imagination that fast. It’s literally impossible. You’ve always been a crap liar. I know you’re not yourself, and maybe you can’t be by yourself, which is fine, but don’t freaking lie to me again. Come on, we’ve got to hurry up. Something is really wrong.” Virgil was torn between staying and finishing his task and going to help the others. If Princey were in his right mind, maybe he’d ask the other for help.

“Ugh...you’re right I didn’t search the entire imagination, but I did search a good portion of it. But I would know if something was there and I didn’t feel its presence at all. Plus, Thomas cannot survive without you, remember? Strength in numbers?” Roman could barely get his eyes off of the angry emo before him. He couldn’t tell if his heart or brain was melting, most likely his brain because he couldn’t think well at all. “But, let’s go find the source of this problem. You’d think Mr. Fix-it felix could deal with it himself since he’s the problem solver.” Both he and Virgil escaped the subconscious, landing directly into the mind palace.

It just so happened that the demon had returned from the Long-Term Memory storage and was on its way back to Roman’s room, when of course it ran into the two aspects. It squeaked in surprise, not suspecting them to be back so soon. But it had a plan. As soon as Roman laid eyes on the demon, the hazelnut became blood red once again. Roman swiveled towards Virgil and grabbed him in an exasperating hug, restraining him from doing anything to the demon. “MINE!” He shouted like a child earning a toy that he had always wanted. It was a demand, from the demon, but somewhere deep down Roman was trying to fight it.

Virgil’s brown eyes went a deep, terrifying black. His eyes locked on the demon, registering the threat to himself, his fellow sides, and most importantly his host. In a move that would have stunned Roman, had he been in his right mind, he easily flipped the Prince over his shoulder, slamming him to the ground with a vicious strength he would likely regret later. “Sorry, Princey. I don’t have time for this.” His voice had a demonic dissonance, and echoed in the mindscape.

The demon’s eyes widened in fear, and Virgil strode towards it, growing with each step. By the time he had reached the creature, he was towering, having to hunch down in order to keep from bashing his head on the ceiling. One huge hand reached out, snatching the demon easily and pulling the squirming thing up until it was eye level.

“Get. Out. Now.” Each word was snarled through perfectly clenched teeth, and the entity realized if it didn’t immediately comply, this creature was going to destroy it, erase it from reality. Virgil turned towards Roman’s room, casually stepping over a still winded Roman, and shoved his way inside, opening the portal to Roman’s realm.

“If you ever threaten me or mine again, I’ll hunt you down and rip you to pieces.” That horrifying voice growled once more, and the entity was unceremoniously thrown into the portal. Virgil breathed deeply, concentrating. With the last ounce of his strength, he forced the portal to connect to that same clearing, willed it to deposit the creature exactly where he wanted it, then slammed the door.

He swayed in place, feeling everything drain out of him. Too much, he’d pushed too hard, oh no! Blackness crawled at the edges of his vision, and he slowly shrank down to his normal height before collapsing on the floor in a heap.

Elsewhere in the mindscape, Logan stared, utterly baffled. What...what had happened? He was still holding shreds of Patton’s catigan but...it was clean? There wasn’t a drop of blood, and the claw marks on the stacks and walls had disappeared. He was shaking, still emotionally unstable and unable to function, but now he could add confused to the mix.

Roman felt his eyes and head clear. He could vaguely remember everything that happened during his possession, his back still hurting from Virgil’s fancy maneuver. Virgil. His eyes widened as he stumbled over to where the darker aspect now lay on the ground unconscious. Room. He needed to get Virgil to his room. With as much strength as he could muster, he lifted his body up and carried him over his shoulder. Trudging towards his current objective, a faint running sound came up quickly behind, startling the prince a couple inches into the air. Roman screamed in alarm, causing Patton to scream in alarm. Then they both screamed in alarm.

“AAAHH!! Roman! Are you okay?! Is Virgil okay?! Oh my god what happened?”

“Patton! By Dr. Seuss DO NOT Sneak up on me like that!!! Not after I just had a heart attack!” Roman rubbed his face in disbelief. “Please calm yourself so I can calm myself thank you very much!! I’m taking Virgil to his room. He needs to rest and so do I. God can this day get any crazier!? I’ve got pinocchio over here, why don’t you go check on Logan?” He turned his face away from Patton.

“Oh...okay.” Patton quickly unmanifested out of mind palace and went to go check on the logical aspect up in Long Term Memory Storage.

Logan was on the floor, still kneeling in the tattered remains of Patton’s catigan. He was vaguely aware that time was passing, that his tears had stopped and now his eyes were burning and silent sobs were wracking his body. He tried to imagine what his existence would be now. Thomas could not function without a Morality, and the mindscape would not allow a vacuum. A new Morality would be created. A new aspect with a different face. A Morality that was not Patton. He would have to interact with that aspect, work with it, but it would never be Patton. The realization that he would never see Patton’s smile, hear his ridiculous puns, or feel the warmth of his hugs ever again leveled him.

He released a long, shuddering breath, his shoulders drooping. He had to continue. His existence would go on, as Thomas needed him and he would not abandon him or the others, but he was quite certain that his life (such as it was) could be considered over. His life could now be divided into two parts: Patton and Post-Patton, and he wasn’t looking forward to the stark coldness of the upcoming years. For the first time since he had been created, he felt no sense of hope for a future at all.

He heard footsteps approaching, but he couldn’t bring himself to move. It didn’t matter. It wasn’t the one person he wanted to see most.

“Logan. Logan!!” Patton began calling out as he ran past the different file stacks. He hoped Logan was alright, but he knew how strong the logical aspect actually was so he wasn’t worried. When he rounded the corner however, the expectation was shattered. Logan sat there cradling what looked like to be his Catigan but in shreds. What had the demon done to him!?

Patton approached cautiously recognizing the signs of sheer grief coming from the logical aspect. He took one more step forward and carefully called his name.

“Logan…”

Logan dully raised his head, red, grief-stricken eyes meeting Patton’s. Except it couldn’t be Patton. He was dead. Logan had calculated it, seen the evidence. Here sat contradictory evidence, but the logical side couldn’t bring himself to hope again, to feel again. He’d reached a state of comfortable numbness and he didn’t want to feel that horrible yawning emptiness and pain again.

“....You aren’t real.” Logan practically whispered it, not daring to raise his voice. “Patton died. He’s gone. Ergo, you cannot be real.”

Patton’s heart ripped itself apart for the logical aspect. He remembered having to deal with this amount of grief once before. He took a step forward and then another and then another. Until he was standing in front of the logical aspect himself. He smiled that smile that Logan had fallen in love with in the first place. He took his cardigan off and threw it in the air, the copy disappearing without a trace.

“Logan if I was dead, my catigan would go with me.” He gently touched the strips of the catigan and suddenly the demons work became undone. Time unwove itself and the spell had been lifted. He took the old catigan and wrapped it around his shoulders and sat in front of Logan a small smile on his face. “Whatever you saw was cursed. It's not real. What’s real is our love and I would never leave you without fighting like the papa bear I am. You should know that with all your heart Logan.” he smiled again gently reaching out towards him.

Logan drew in a shaky breath, feeling Patton’s hand trace his face. Real. This was real. Patton was alive, in front of him, touching him. He stared, silently, memorizing every single inch of that dear face. He knew Patton was concerned, could read it easily, but he couldn’t help the single tear that fell, tracing down his cheek.

“I love you, Patton, have done for many years now. I cannot conceive of a life without you….or, more accurately, I can but the thought of it is a cold, harsh thing that I do not ever wish to live through.” He reached out, tentatively, and when his fingers brushed the fabric of Patton’s blue polo, his arms wrapped around the moral aspect and yanked him into a fierce embrace.

“I….I can’t….” Logan couldn’t articulate his thoughts, too overwhelmed, so he settle for burying his face in Patton’s neck and wrapping himself in the warmth and comfort that was Patton. His Patton.

Patton felt tears form in his eyes. He could only imagine the amount of emotional pain, this traumatic experience that the demon had put Logan through. He knew the pain. He had felt the pain before. The hug he gladly accepted, sharing Logan’s emotional pain, hoping to lessen the burden of it on his boyfriend.

Patton cried silently, rubbing the logical aspect’s back. He didn’t care how long he had to stay there. For Logan anything was worth it. He pressed a couple tender loving kisses to his head trying to bring him back to reality.

“I’m here logan. I’ll always be here. And I love you...so much.”

Logan held him tightly, absorbing the easy affection and reassurance that Patton offered, trying to release the pain, the horror he’d felt. They were emotional responses, of the most negative sort. Patton was not dead, he was alive. It was illogical to continue to feel that aching pain...but he couldn’t seem to stop. And beyond that, fueling it perhaps, was a newfound fear. A fear that the horrible things he had seen and experienced today might one day become a reality.

Logan pulled back and kissed Patton, reassuring himself once again that yes, this was real and not an illusion. Patton was here, with him. When they parted, he leaned his forehead against the other aspects, his arms still around him.

“You can’t promise me that, you cannot possibly promise that with any degree of certainty, Patton. Just as I cannot promise that to you. We can hope to be here with one another, but we are not immortal. We can be injured and we can die. It is possible for one to leave the other. But I love you, with all that I am. I can only promise that I will do what I can to stay with you. If you can promise the same, that would be enough.” Logan’s words were calm and even, but his eyes were fierce, blazing.

The kiss left Patton dazed in his wake but gladly returned the intimate gesture. “I know Logan and I promise to do the same thing. I love you so much and you are my world.” He gently took a look around at the miles and miles of memory storage. “The memory storage is massive Logan...I haven't been here since Thomas was a teenager...are you doing okay? They say one can lose their mind going through all this information. I haven't lost you have I?” He chuckled trying to lighten up the mood.

Logan chuckled a little, and although it was weak and watery, it was the best he could manage. He pulled back, twining his fingers together with Patton’s, refusing to let him go. “I doubt you could ever lose me, Patton. Come on, we should get out of here. The stacks are going to move soon, and I don’t want you to get hurt.” He stood, pulling Patton up with him. As he spoke, there was a large rumbling, and some of the stacks far in the distance began shifting. Logan pulled his boyfriend into another hug and sank them back to the commons.

Patton held onto Logan for dear life as they sank back down into the commons. He then kissed Logan’s cheek. “My hero.” He smiled into his eyes then scanned the couch to find Roman fast asleep upon it.

Logan flushed a little at Patton’s words, a gentle smile gracing his face. He felt fragile yet, and incredibly tired, but there was nothing he could think of, short of Patton himself demanding it, that would make him leave the moral side at the moment. He glanced at the sleeping royal and frowned. Now that his emotional haze had cleared, his logical processes were coming back.

“What happened? Where is Virgil? Was he successful in expelling the entity from the mindscape?”

Patton looked towards Virgil's room. “He’s regaining his energy. Roman knows more than I do. But judging by the fact that Roman is back to normal and my catigan is back to its old self, I would say he did it.” Patton smiled and walked over to the royal and gently pulled the blanket over him before walking back to Logan, melting into his embrace.

“Should we check on Virgil, sweetheart?”

Logan’s heart felt a little steadier, feeling Patton in his arms and his endearments. He chuckled a little, giving Patton a gentle squeeze.

“Yes, dearest. I want to make sure he’s alright.” He reluctantly released Patton, but held onto his hand as he turned, leading them towards Virgil’s room. When they got to the door, Logan knocked quietly. Hearing no response, he shared a look with Patton before quietly opening the door and peering in.

Virgil was sprawled across his bed, snoring lightly. He was obviously dead to the world, and Logan doubted anything short of a bomb blast would have roused him.

“It would appear he may have over-extended himself. It may be some time before he regains consciousness.”

Patton smiled sadly at his dark strange son. “He did a good job.” He turned to Logan and gently stroked Logan’s back, side, and stomach, once again grounding him in the knowledge that he was real.

“Once Roman wakes up we can hear the whole story, but for right now...I’m thinking about ordering pizza. I don’t feel like cooking.” he giggled sadly leaning next to his boyfriend.

Logan tried to hide the shiver that went through him at Patton’s comforting touch, although he wasn’t entirely sure he was successful. He smiled, carding his fingers through Patton’s hair and pulling him closer, encouraging him to lean against him.

“That sounds perfect, dearest. We’ve all had a trying day, the last thing you should have to worry about is cooking for all of us. Would….would you like to watch a movie? Perhaps in my room, or yours? I find that I do not want to part company with you.” He didn’t say it, couldn’t say it, but he didn’t think he could bear to be away from Patton at the moment. He needed to be close to him, just to have him near. His curiosity was eating him alive, but he knew there was nothing he could do until Roman woke up.

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☆ summary: logan’s dating a rather famous singer who isn’t your typical wag

☆ pairing: logan sargeant x reader

☆ fc & warnings: billie eilish and suggestive with mild haters. you are responsible for the content you consume

☆ requested: yes!! i’m sorry this has taken so long. thank you for requesting 🫶🏻

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user1: LOGAN SPOTTED

user2: mother is mothering so hard

user3: still gutted that she’s dating that man

user4: and i’m gutted he’s dating her 🤢

user3: nah i know you didn’t disrespect her like that

yourbff: give me my hat back!!!!

ynuser: no :) it’s mine now! hope this helps

ynupdates: new music when?!

logansargeant: my baby girl 🤤

ynuser: my baby boy

user4: logan blink twice if you need help

user3: YOU need help user4

user5: i was at that show!! you slayed so hard, i sobbed my eyes out

user6: no it was literally everything i love her. did you see someone who looked like logan dancing around in the vip section or was it just me

user5: NO I SAW HIM TOO BUT I WASNT SURE

user6: ugh i love them

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ynuser: omg what a great story logan!

logansargeant: yea i wonder who posted it 🙄

ynuser: wrong answer

logansargeant: best content i’ve ever posted 😍😍😍 prettiest girl in the whole wide world 🤤🤤🤤🤤

ynuser: better 😘

user99: y/n/n not dressing like a teenage boy challenge failed

lilymhe: y/n!!!!!!!!! 🤍🤍🤍🤍

logansargeant: lilllyyyyyyy!!!!! - y/n/n

ynupdates: our girl 🫶🏻

alex_albon: when u coming to a race fr

logansargeant: the second im allowed to physically fight will**ms - y/n/n

alex_albon: whelp fair enough… guess i’m not seein ya

logansargeant: are you guys not coming to my show in milan anymore?! -y/n

alex_albon: we are im just being dramatic

user20: how logan bagged this baddie…. i will never know

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user22: solid race weekend logie bear

user2: sargenation loves you so very much logan, i hope you know that

ynuser: he does bb 🫶🏻

user2: ogmgogmogkgogmgbakfg YAY

ynuser: vroom vroom 🤤

logansargeant: let’s ride 😏

user20: charli mentioned 🫨

user43: y/n i’m begging you to make an appearance in the paddock

user34: the paddock could never handle the brilliance of y/n plus i think she’d have words with j****

user43: and i’m absolutely begging her to tell the lot of them off 😭😫

oscarpiastri: solid surprise! thanks for sharing!

logansargeant: 🤔

ynuser: osc are you still mad at me for taking your girl out on a date?

oscarpiastri: 🙄 no

user18: 🇺🇸🦅🇺🇸🦅🇺🇸🦅🇺🇸🦅

user52: so close to loints! we are proud of you logan

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user22: i am looking 🫣 respectfully

user54: holy moly i knew she was a baddy but WOW

lilyzneimer: hottest vogue cover i’ve ever seen

ynuser: it’d be hotter if you were on it

user33: i am better than no man

user55: logan sergeant you lucky lucky lucky man

sabrinacarpenter: i think im in love with you

ynuser: 🤭 don’t make me blush

logansargeant: my girl is gorgeous god damn

ynuser: your girl 🤍

logansargeant: i cant wait for everyone to hear your new music baby

ynupdates: this is not a drill !!! i repeat this is not a drill!!! we are getting new music!

user54: and you been hidin allat????

erling.haaland: 😍

user66: now what in the world are you doing here erling

user55: the duality of this woman is insane

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lilymhe: yes

lilyzneimer: yes

yourbff: yes

iamrebeccad: yes

user23: my god yes wtf

user85: yea 😔

alex_albon: MY EYES 😭

logansargeant: stop looking at my girlfriend!!!

alex_albon: mate you were the one who posted it

logansargeant: blah blah blah

user38: damn she is eating this up

ynupdates: i’m not sure if i want to be her or you more but yes i am jealous

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user77: i feel like im interrupting something with that second pic

user66: that dress is absolutely gorgeous

lilymhe: very demure, very cutesy, very mindful

ynuser: you get me

logansargeant: black looks good on you but i look better 😏

ynuser: you know it 😍

alex_albon: get a room 😭

ynupdates: mother you amaze me. the body is tea

troyesivan: you are my idol

ynuser: stop it bb you’re mine

user55: serving BODY

julianalvarez: hermosa

user88: ok ms girl is in her serving body era i see

user99: i love you both so dearly

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user87: mr americana

user66: forever jealous about how logan gets to see a different side of y/n than all of us

kyle_kirkwood: hot boy summer

logansargeant: you know it

alex_albon: why aren’t you texting me back

logansargeant: man i texted you back a couple days ago

user43: logan sargeant the man that you are

user68: loints incoming , mans is well rested and happy

ynuser: my favorite frat boy

logansargeant: 😉

user98: logan being happy is all that i ever wanted

ynupdates: thanks for the y/n content logan!! you will forever be my favorite vroom vroom guy

user46: RAHHHHHH. so excited for you to race again after summer break!!

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user2: thank you for the sign of life y/n

user87: we miss him so much already

user27: where he goes we go

kyle_kirkwood: i hope you both join us in milwaukee this weekend 🫶🏻

alex_albon: i love you both no matter what

user37: i’m glad he’s got you

lilyzneimer: sending lots of love my dear

ynupdates: we love you logan. y/nnation is behind you every step of the way and is riding at dawn to take down will**ms

oscarpiastri: take care of him

user65: sargenation stands by logan no matter what

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a/n: thanks for reading!! i’ve been struggling with writers block and have lost steam but will do my best to keep getting through the requests!! also i am gutted for logan , i miss him already

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