The Light Behind Your Eyes (Logan Sargeant X Kirkwood! Reader!)
Fandom: RPF/F1
Requested: Nope (inspired by MCR) Was gonna post this Saturday, but it seems fitting now.
Warnings: mentions Williams being a shitty team
POV: Second Person (You/your)
W.C. 1338
Summary: Logan's eyes seem a little darker this season...
As always, my requests are OPEN
MASTERLIST // HITLIST
~~(^Pinterest)
You hated what this was becoming. Formula 1 was Logan’s dream. It’s always been to get to Formula 1 ever since he was a child and you two met at a karting track. You were there because your brother and Logan raced together. Kyle definitely told Logan he wasn’t allowed to date you, but who listens to that? Yeah, not Logan.
Now, he was happy you were with Logan. Logan told Kyle more about the Williams situation than you simply because 1) Kyle is his best friend and 2) because he knew you would say something. Kyle is usually just there for Logan to vent.
What Logan didn’t know was that Kyle has loose lips and can’t keep his mouth shut. You asked Kyle one time if he was planning to meet up with Logan anytime soon and he spilled everything. You didn’t even pry! Kyle just let everything out.
How alone Logan felt on the grid to how the mistreatment and lack of confidence from his own team have been beating down on him negatively. Kyle also told you about how Logan didn’t want you involved because he did not want to hurt your feelings or make you feel like you weren't enough.
Of course, you were going to take it into your own hands at this point. You decided to talk with some people who happened to be looking for a new driver for 2025, and you may or may not have planted an idea in their heads. It actually did not take too much convincing since they were already thinking about it.
One day, after another bad race where the team made him switch places with Alex when Logan was on course to get points, you decided to talk to Logan about it.
“Logs?” You asked as you peeked into the bedroom. You two had made it back to the hotel, and you left him alone for a few minutes just to calm down a little before this talk. “Can I tell you something?”
“Yeah, sure,” he sighs, rubbing his eyes harshly before sitting up and making room for you. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
“I’m worried,” You started as you sat in front of him and held his hands. “You’re not telling me everything.”
“What do you mean? I’m fine,” Logan dismissed without making eye contact. “It was just a bad race-”
“No, it’s a bad team and a bad season,” You interrupted, moving your hands up to his face. You looked into his stormy eyes as they glossed over. “I can see it in your eyes. Logan, you’re losing the light in your eyes. You’re not having fun racing anymore, and it’s killing me just watching you force yourself. You don’t have to go through this alone. Please let me help you.”
“I don't know what else I can do, babe,” He muttered, trying to regain his composure. “They’ve made it pretty fucking clear that they don’t trust me. They take any opportunity to tear me down and bring up the fact that they have replacements on standby. I don’t know what else there is for me to do.”
“You don't have to have the answer, Logs,” You comforted as you ran your fingers through his blonde hair. “Just let me take care of you for once. I can’t have them take the light behind your eyes.”
“I just-” He hesitated, but you encouraged him to go on.
“You can be honest, Logs,” You prompted as you moved to seat yourself on his lap to hold him in your arms. “I’m here to listen.”
“I don’t know who I am without racing,” Logan whispered as his voice cracked. He pulled back a little to look you in the eyes, and almost all of the light was gone. This was all because of one team. “I don’t know where else I can go if I don’t have a place in F1.”
“Sometimes we must grow stronger, and you can’t be strong in the dark. Williams is proving to be the darkest cave, and they’re pulling you deeper every time they degrade you,” you ranted before stopping to take a deep breath. “When I’m here, you can always lean on me. Let me take some of the burden because I’m here for you, Logs. I have a plan, but we need to work as a team, and you need to trust me on this. Even if it means abandoning a contract.”
“You’re plan is for me to leave F1?” Logan asked, not as shocked as you thought he would be, but genuinely curious nonetheless.
“I have something lined up, but I’m waiting to hear a final decision,” You answered vaguely.
“Can I know what series or team?”
“All I’ll say is you should go back to your roots,” You answered again just as vaguely.
It wasn’t for another month that you heard anything back, and it was not from your contact.
“Tell me how you got Logan on the grid,” Kyle cornered you as soon as you walked into your family home.
“Hello. Good afternoon. Wonderful day we’re having. How are you? I haven't seen you in a while, What’s happened to your manners, Kirkwood?” You said sarcastically as you brushed past him to greet the rest of your family.
“Hello, oh favorite sibling of mine, how are you on this fine day when Logan Sargeant announced he was leaving Williams immediately and signed with Prema for next year in Indycar,” Kyle said sarcastically at first before dissolving into shouts.
“Oh, did he already sign?” You asked confused before muttering to yourself, “Last I heard, they were still discussing.”
“So you do admit that was your plan?” Kyle pointed out as he followed you around the kitchen. “How did you convince him?”
“I technically didn’t,” You admitted. “I asked him to let me help and he never really answered, but I had already talked to Rene about it. He was already planning on talking to Logan about it. I just kinda pushed it to happen sooner rather than later. On the bright side, Logan and I can go with you to the last few races of the season.”
“I don't want to see my sibling and best friend making out in my garage,” Kyle cringed as he walked up beside you and threw his arm over your shoulder. “Thanks for looking out for him though. Maybe being home will be better.”
“Being home? I also thought about him knowing more than one person on the grid,” You chuckled.
When St. Petersberg came around, energy was high again, and Logan was looking like his old self again. He was happy to be around Kyle more often. He got back in touch with Pietro Fittipaldi, Marcus Armstrong, Callum Ilott, Christian Lundgaard, and Theo Pourchaire since he knew them back in F2 and F3.
As the pre-race was heating up, you stood on the track beside Logan while the national anthem played. You glanced at his face, and he looked so much more relaxed and relieved than he did a mere six months ago. Things were finally looking up for him.
After the flyover, you moved about and helped Logan get ready for the race. You quickly grabbed his helmet and Hans device, assisting him in putting them on.
“Any last pieces of encouragement you have for me?” Logan smirked as he put in his headphones and balaclava.
“Race hard, have fun, and never let them take the light behind your eyes, you hear me?” You jokingly commanded as you helped him put his helmet on, your new engagement ring shining in the sunlight. The broadcast got a clear shot of that.
“I hear you loud and clear,” He responded with a smirk. “Thank you, I’ll win this for you. I love you.”
“As long as you’re safe, I’ll be proud,” You patted his helmet and headed over to the box as Logan got situated in the car and prepared to start his engine for the next chapter.
~~~~~
© BAD268 2024. DO NOT REPOST WITHOUT PERMISSION.
160 notes
·
View notes