#but then logan travelled a lot too right?

[lipringlrh]

YOU SAID YOU WERE IN LOVE, I’M NOT SURE YOU MEANT WITH ME THOUGH.

an: title from pretender by holden mcrae. hope you enjoy !! lmk every single thought 😁

pairing: logan sargeant x reader, oscar piastri x reader

wc: 1.4k

You were sat in a restaurant, a fancy one that you had chosen for the night, with Logan sat in front of you. You were sat at a rather large booth, which Logan thought was weird as it was only the two of you, and you’d usually head towards the hard-backed seats at the windows, neither of which were a feature for your choice today.

You had known him for as long as you could remember, and quickly became best friends, supporting him throughout his motorsport career and travelling everywhere you could with him.

However, you’d been hiding a secret from him, which was becoming harder and harder to keep and so you decided that you were finally going to tell him. You had invited him out under the false pretences of your normal friendship dates because otherwise you’d blurt everything out to him and there was never a good time for that.

Logan’s leg hooked around yours under the table, holding some physical contact, a move he had been doing since you both were teenagers. You smiled at him, trying gently to pull away, but failing when he just did it again.

“Are you okay?” Logan questioned, noticing how you had barely looked at him once throughout the time you had been together, “You’re quiet- you can tell me anything, you know.”

You nodded, finally meeting his eyes, and swallowing hard, “There is something, actually, that I’ve been meaning to tell you.”

Logan hummed and subconsciously leaned forward, already engrossing himself in anything you’d have to say.

“I think I’m in love with-” you paused and noticed Logan’s body sagging down, with some sort of defeat, but ignored it, telling yourself you were reading into it too much, “- with- someone.”

“Oh? Someone?” his voice cracked and came out much higher pitched than he intended. He tried to sound excited, and it seemingly worked as it felt like you weren’t paying attention to him anymore, just frantic looking around.

You were both thrilled and nervous to continue, curious to how Logan would take it. Your voice came out shaky with frequent pauses yet still with an aura of enthusiasm, “You- you know him very well.”

Logan jumped up. It was the classic teenage boy line- everyone knew it. Surely you didn’t mean him, right? He was almost jumping up and down, giddiness running all through his blood. His smile was permanent, etched onto his face like a tattoo. You could see it from a mile away.

“I do?” he whispered. You noticed his smile and became more confident, ready to explode and tell him everything. Every feeling and moment that every made you smile, just as he was doing.

“Yeah. He’s a racer. Cute. Similar height to you. In F1 too. Similar-”

“A lot of similarities,” he butted in, radiating his joy around the room. For the first time ever, he was hopeful that he’d be able to tell you everything and know that everything he’s felt over the last almost decade was reciprocated.

He watched you laugh, scrunching his nose at how strained and unnatural it seemed, but ultimately blaming it on how nervous you must feel to admit it to him.

You didn’t say anything else, but Logan saw how you nodded towards the big glass windows. He turned around quickly, trying to see what you were nodding at, but couldn’t notice anything out of the ordinary. He shook it off and repositioned his gaze back onto you, who was still staring at your shoes and leg you had quickly untangled with his.

He kicked you playfully, grumbling about how you let go then watching another unnatural laugh come from you.

“Come on,” he teased, trying to get you to say what he wanted you so desperately to, “I think I know what you’re going to tell me. Just tell me, I know it’s reciprocated.”

You grinned for a moment, causing Logan to too, then dropping it.

“I-” you paused in your tracks, staring at the figure walking closer from behind Logan. Logan turned, seeing Oscar walk closer and closer, and waved at his friend, missing the way Oscar’s eyes were trained on you the whole time.

“Hi, mate. Listen, now might not be the best-” he stopped, staring at how Oscar just plopped down in the booth, right next to you, and his arm snaking around your waist with such ease and comfort, like he had done it millions of times before, “-time.”

He felt his heart stop and his breath hitch, both reflexes to stop him from throwing up. His eyes flicked around both of your figures, so close they had almost merged into one. The hand around your waist, the other on your thigh, the closeness to each other – all of it made him sick. His whole body went numb, except for his eyes which were so close to bursting a dam.

He blinked uncontrollably in an attempt to gain control of his body and eyes, and not showing how this affected him.

“This is what I wanted to tell you, Lo,” you smiled, your gaze on Oscar whilst his was on you, the whole time. You gestured between you, “I know that I should’ve told you, but it was all so quick. It hit me so fast, Lo. I really love him.”

“Sorry I didn’t tell you, mate. I just love her,” Oscar grinned, only flicking his eyes to Logan for a minute before returning to focus on you.

“No- no,” Logan chocked, his voice cracking and having to take a deep breath before continuing, “I’m happy for you both- really happy.”

You smiled so brightly, brighter than Logan had ever seen it, and he could feel himself breaking. He was slouching, unable to find the energy to sit upright, and he tried to focus on his shoes but after seeing you and Oscar play footsies, he found interest in the plain wood table instead.

“Me and my two favourite people,” you sighed, happily, giggling when you and Oscar locked eyes again, no longer paying attention to how everything you said seemed to attack Logan even more, “Let me head to the bathroom, quickly.” You jumped up, squeezing past Oscar and scurrying away, desperate to get back.

“Listen, Logan-” Oscar started, before being cut off by a sharp shake of Logan’s head.

“You knew I was in love with her,” Logan started, his eyes welling up but with no point in hiding it anymore.

“It just happened, I’m really sorry.”

“Does she know?” Logan whispered, trying to sound strong, but his voice cracking and becoming easier to tell he was about to cry.

“Know what?”

“That I’m in love with her- that you know I’m in love with her.”

“No,” Oscar mumbled, “I’m sorry it happened like this. It didn’t mean to happen- you know, it just did.”

“Right,” Logan sighed, his head resting on the table. Everything added up in his head, the recent secrecy, the looking around all dinner, the booth instead of a table for two and he felt it all in his stomach, “Why do you have to have everything?”

“I-”

“No. You have to one up me with everything, why with her too?” he sniffled, rubbing his head to try and think straight for a moment. He waited for a reply and got nothing, not even an apologetic look. “I’ll leave you both to it then,” he decided, grabbing his coat and standing up.

“Mate-” Oscar started then realised it was no use and watched Logan walk up, his feelings evident in every step.

You came back a minute later, squeezing by Oscar, immediately noticing one less presence, “Where’s Logan gone?”

“He said he wanted up to enjoy a nice date,” Oscar lied with ease, withholding any of Logan’s true feelings.

“Oh,” you uttered, disappointment evident. You had planned to spend the night with both of them, finally getting to act like a couple around Oscar, now your heart aching at the plan being ruined.

“Come on, he wanted us to have fun. I know you wanted him here, but he wanted us to have a romantic date so let’s do it,” he grinned, kissing the side of your head.

You nodded, eager to spend any time with Oscar and quickly forgetting Logan to captivate yourself in conversation with Oscar.

[yougavemeyourheartyouknow]

On thin ice (Hockey player! Miguel O’Hara x Figure skater! Fem! Reader)

A/N: Im very excited for this series, apologies now for If Miguel is ooc and if the terminology and sports talk is wrong. If you’re experienced in either sport and wanted to lmk if I got something wrong, I’m open ears. This is mostly self indulgent brain rot tho. Enjoy :).

(Y/N)- Your name, (N/N)- Nickname.

Swearing, yelling, a lot of me trying to explain moves, I’m not good at these lol. Not completely proofread so sorry for typos or grammatical errors. Not a ton of reader and Miguel interact, mostly just set up. Story takes place in a college setting.

Word count: 1.8k

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Chapter 1: Have you got color in your cheeks?

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“Nope, nope try it again.”

“Ughhh…”

“I don’t wanna hear it. Again.”

For the- god you’ve lost count- you go back into starting position for the move right before for the lift, you and your skating partner are currently been worked to the bone by your coach. It felt like by the time you both will develop hypothermia before you get off the ice. Your ice skating partner, Logan, throws his head back in frustration as your coach starts to put the music back to the same spot it’s been starting at for the last half hour. She was having you both do a routine to the swan lake theme (overplayed we know, but did she still find a way to make the coreo beautiful? Of course.) and she was having you do a very “simple” sequence, starting by doing twizzles together before having Logan lift you over his head in a crucifix lift. Simple enough right? wrong. Because your lovely coach is convinced that in over to win first to enter regionals, Logan have to immediately go into a hydroblade around you, while you does a single camel spin in the middle of the rink, as soon as he is done putting you down from the lift. Although you’ve mastered the moves all individually, putting them all together was difficult.

You were too focused on trying to mentally prepare yourself to attempt and fail the sequence again to noticed a group making their way through the double doors that separated the rink to the rest of the building. Taking a deep breath before you and Logan both made your way to just slightly left from the center of the rink, your coach starts the music as you and Logan began to twirl in sync with one another in almost perfect timing. Almost.

“Logan! You’re twirling too fast! You’re ahead of the music and your partner!” Calls out coach Kavinsky.

As you both stop going the tizzlers, you turn your body so you’re now facing Logan as you circle around the end of the rink before turning back around and slowing slightly so you were next to each other, Logan bending down slightly to put one hand on the back of you knee, his other arm wrapping around the front of your waist, your hands quickly traveling to his shoulders.

“(Y/N), you need to shift more of your weight to your left foot for an easier take off!” She yelled out again. Your brows furrowed together as you attempt to shift your weight over a bit more to your left foot as you squeezed Logan’s shoulders slightly. But unfortunately, your partner misinterpreted you shifting your weight and the squeezing as your cue for the lift, causing him to lift you too early before you to properly shift your weight.

“Shit- (N/N)! You good!!” Logan asked concerned as the music stopped, you’re back now flat of the ice as you let out a small grunt of pain from the slip and the fall. “Ugh… yup…yup…” you replied through gritted teeth, ignoring the ache from your back as you slowly move to your hands and knees.

“Damn! How’d you two fuck up that badly?” A voice asked before a laugh, no, multiple laughs fill the room. You shot your head in the direction of the taunt to glare at whoever made the comment as Logan helps you off the floor.

Why weren’t you surprised?

“O’Hara. Shut it.” The couch of the hockey team scolded his star player. Miguel fucking O’Hara. Captain and star player of The Spiders, your university’s hockey team. The man was nothing but 6 feet and 9 inches of pure muscle. You would honestly have found him attractive if he wasn’t such a fucking dick.

“You act like your touch shit, but I bet if you didn’t have 25 pounds of padding on and fell on your back, you wouldn’t think it’s so funny.” Logan hissed, causing Miguel to roll his eyes and scoff in response, adjusting the helmet under his arm with the hand that was also holding his hockey stick. The other hockey players trying to stifle their laughing, so they don’t get chewed out as well.

“It’s not my fault that the ice princess can’t handle a small fall.”

“Miguel.”

“It’s not my fault that you’ve developed some brain damage from being slammed into the boards one too many times.”

“Logan.”

“Well atleast-“ before the rest of the insult can fully come out from Miguel’s lips, the hockey coach, coach Turner, interrupts him. “MIGUEL O’HARA. YOU FINISH THAT SENTENCE AND YOU’LL BE BENCHED FROM THE NEXT GAME.” He roared, causing the cocky smirk to instantly drop from the hockey player’s face, your coach then turned to Logan. “You too. You’re one more remark from no ice time for the next week.” She scolded, causing your partner to huff and grumbled under his breath.

“Alright…I’ll stop, but they needa get off the ice, they’re 15 minutes over their time. They’re messing with our practice schedule.” Miguel said to Turner as he points at you and Logan with his hockey stick, his coach letting out a sigh as he turns to yours. “He’s right, you aren’t the only one trying to get wins. You’ve been digging into our ice time.” Coach turner says, crossing his arms, his clipboard in one hand. Coach Kavinsky let out a heavy sigh, as she rubbed her hand over her pale face. “Alright…let me just have them do it one more time then we’ll get off.”

The hockey team loudly groan at her sentence, causing you to roll your eyes at their dramatics, “hockey players…” you mumbled under your breath to Logan, who just nodded in agreement. Now it was Coach Turner’s turn to let out a heavy sigh. “Fine. You get one- and I mean one more go, then after that we need the rink.” The man grumble as he began to rub his temple.

“But coach-“ one of the hockey players that you didn’t know the name of (so all but Miguel) was starting to object but cut himself off when Turner turned to glare daggers in his direction, causing him to just clear his throat instead. Coach Kavinsky just turn to you and Logan, wasting no time to tell you to go back into the same spot from were you’ve been stuck on.

“It feels like we’re stuck in a time loop.” You joked with a small grin as you both skate back to being slightly to the left of the middle of the rink. Logan letting out a snort as he followed you. “We better not fuck this up again, we’ve got an audience.” Logan said as he nodded to we’re the hockey team was impatiently waiting. You just shrugged, waiting for the music to start again, “We got this.” You sent him a confident smile before continuing.

“You promise not to drop me again?” You asked with a playful smile, obviously joking as you start positioning your feet to start the twizzlers again, Logan following your movements closely after.

“Only a fool would drop a girl like you.” He teased before the music started, both of you beginning to spin shortly after. You know he was only joking, you both knew there weren’t anything between you too that was more then a platonic friendship/skating partnership.

You don’t know if the impact from the fall was messing with your vision, but you swore that you saw Miguel’s hand twitch into a fist for a spit second after Logan’s reply.

“Good! Better Logan!” Your coach praised as Logan’s twizzlers were more in sync with yours this time. Once you were done spinning, you followed the same steps to prepare for the lift, this time your footing was actually correct and you were ready for when Logan spins you over his shoulder, you letting go of said shoulders once your stomach was securely on his shoulder, as the song crescendos. Bringing your arms up and straightening them out to your side, your upper body in the shape of a cross (hence the name of the move being crucifix lift) and you couldn’t help but smirk when you say some of the hockey players, especially Miguel’s, impressed reactions. It doesn’t help that you know that most of them would never admit that they were impressed.

As Logan spun around the rink once with you in the air, before flipping you back down onto the ice the same way he flipped you up. “Shit this is the part we always fuck up.” You thought as your blades touch the ice again once Logan reaches the middle of the rink, his hands leaving your body as soon as you were stable on the ground again. Before quickly gliding a bit more towards the outer edge of the rink, you took in a steady breath as your eyebrows scrunched together subconsciously in concentration. Miguel couldn’t help but notice and thought it was adorable, before quickly shaking the thought away.

Part of the reason you both always got this part wrong was, because one would either start too early or too late, making the speeds of both moves looked rush and sloppy rather then sharp and contrasted. As Logan start to lower himself into the hydroblade, you began to do the camel spin.

“Beautiful!” Coach Kavinsky praised as she stop the music. And you almost wanted to fall to your knees and cry from relief, and you probably would have if the hockey team and their coach wasn’t 20 feet away, watching your every move. So instead you skated up to Logan and engulfed him in a hug, your partner instantly returning it. What you couldn’t see because your face was being buried into Logan’s chest was Miguel’s face turn to a scowl for a split second, his hand twitching into a first again, before both going back to their neutral state in the blink of an eye.

“We still need to clean it up, don’t get too excited.” She added as you and Logan pulled apart and began to exit the rink, a huge smile on both your faces. As soon as you were off the ice, the hockey team quickly rushed to get on and set up their nets on both ends of the rink. You didn’t pay them any mind though as you put your guards on your skates, and were starting to make your way to the girl’s locker room before you felt a hand gently grab your wrist to stop you. At first you were expecting it to be Logan’s, but theses hands were much larger than his.

“That was actually quite impressive, ice princess.” You didn’t need to turn around to know who’s talking, but when you felt the hand release you, you couldn’t help but turn around anyways. Seeing Miguel walk away from you to head to the rink, and you didn’t need to see his face to know that he probably had a cocky smirk spread on his lips. You didn’t need to admit that the shiver you felt run down your back came from his hush, low tone as he spoke and not the coldness from ac blasting to keep the ice solid.

“Did…did he just compliment you?” Logan whispered as he came closer and raised his brow at you. If you knew one thing about the hockey player, is that he never, ever said one positive about or to you (or Logan for that matter) since you’ve known him.

“I- yeah he did…”

“That’s…interesting…”

“Very.”

[inchidentally]

was originally writing this as tags on this photoset of Carlos but god no I need to write it out properly bc god knows carcar carloscar fans need more in our tags <3<3

also part blame falls on @wisteriagoesvroom as a carloscar enabler in chief !!!

AU where Carlos is already with Ferrari when Oscar was with Prema and they cross paths in Italy at the same facility while both filming media…

the Prema boys can't resist sneaking over to the next room to watch the big boys at Ferrari - maybe get an autograph or a picture! and Oscar has to suddenly grip his hoodie in front of himself when he sees Carlos looking like THAT. and then Carlos spots the pretty pink thing with the sweet mouth huddled with his friends, and the devastating fucker actually winks at Oscar. Robert and Logan look like their eyes are about to fall out of their heads and Fred is suppressing spasms of laughter but all of them freeze when Carlos saunters over to them, still wearing that second-skin hi vis top that clings all the way down to the grooves of his groin.

and maybe Carlos casually introduces himself to them and poses for selfies. but as the boys are scolded back to their own room for filming, maybe Carlos wraps a big tanned hand around Oscar's wrist and ohhhh my Carlos' fingers overlap so deep around the fine bones. his voice casually offers to take Oscar for dinner that night bc he's heard a lot about this impressive kid and he always likes to scope out the guys he'll be racing against one day. but his eyes are saying that he'd like to get to know the intimate skin of Oscar's thighs where they meet his ass.

Carlos goes so far as to meet Oscar at the shared accommodation and with a huge effort Oscar keeps the other boys from going all googly eyed out the window. Carlos is dressed in just a linen button down and dark trousers and it makes Oscar self-conscious about having borrowed a blazer from one of the race engineers to wear over his only pair of nice pants and a white collared shirt he's had since school. Carlos' Ferrari is as cool as he is and Oscar feels at ease finally in gushing about it all the way to the restaurant. Carlos seems to maybe be laughing a little bit at him but Oscar doesn't mind. and when Carlos says maybe he'll have something just as nice one day soon, Oscar lifts his chin and returns that 'maybe he'll have something even nicer'. it's clearly the right thing to say because Carlos tips his head back and actually cackles. he says "I knew I was going to like you, guapito" and slaps a huge hairy hand over Oscar's upper thigh.

Oscar had expected to be taken to a nice, cozy trattoria or some obnoxiously exclusive spot with celebrities "off duty" that Carlos would probably ignore. he wasn't expecting a small table in the intimate outdoor garden terrace of a restaurant that doesn't even have a sign out front. there's a heavenly breeze that didn't seem to exist outside the magic of the six tables placed comfortably apart from each other. the entire space is sinking into a pinky-orange dusk with only lanterns and candlelight illuminating everyone's faces.

Carlos is actually even funnier than he seems in the videos Oscar's been watching since he was probably too young to have a crush on someone Carlos' age. he's also crazy smart and can keep pace with Oscar in discussions about aerodynamics and the stuff that he knows a lot of other drivers don't want to be bothered about. he's also intimidatingly cultured and well-traveled and yes, unavoidably part of exceptionally elite society. there are strong divergences in their experiences both in and outside of racing but Oscar tilts his chin up with pride and refuses to feel embarrassed about chasing sponsorship money. he can see Carlos assessing him in those moments and his smile looks warm, not condescending.

two other things Oscar discovers about Carlos: he has no understanding of personal space, and he's got an iron constitution when it comes to potent wine. Oscar had tried to keep up so that he didn't seem like a total baby but still had to alternate his sips with water. Carlos had chuckled and stroked the hot open flat of his hand over each of Oscar's red cheeks, mumbling something in Italian to the waiter and they both grinned at Oscar knowingly.

the delicious food and heavy scent of earth carrying over from the countryside make Oscar feel sleepy and slightly dreamy as night settles around them. at some point, their chairs had scooted closer together and Oscar leaned more and more into Carlos' casual touch. Carlos' eyes are fully black in the dim light and the flame of the candle on their table is the only light reflected in them. his hand had gripped the back of Oscar's neck jokingly but he'd kept it there, massaging slightly. Oscar had hummed and then the fingers slipped up to cup the base of Oscar's skull, rubbing circles over the soft, closely cropped hairs.

Oscar can't even blame the wine he'd given up trying to enjoy an hour ago when he steadies himself with a hand on Carlos' thigh and pushes a closed-mouth kiss against Carlos' lips. he can't stop the whine when Carlos pulls away after a moment, leaning back in to whisper "not here" into his ear.

and maybe Carlos hastily pays up and guides Oscar with a big warm hand curled around where Oscar's waist dips narrow and lean. and maybe Carlos turns the car in the opposite direction of Oscar's accommodation, throwing a questioning look at him, to which Oscar replies by sinking lower into his seat and cupping himself lazily where he's been thickening up for the better part of an hour. Carlos swears heavily under his breath and speeds up to get to his apartment.

and Carlos crowds Oscar inside, carefully not putting his hands anywhere untoward as they climb the public stairs but never taking them off of him either. Carlos is on him the second he turns the lock on the door, pryng Oscar's mouth open with the kinds of kisses Oscar remembers seeing on his mom's favorite shows but that he didn't think existed in real life. how could anyone feel confident in taking someone else's mouth like that?

Carlos may not be much taller but he's broad and strong and muscles Oscar to the bedroom with ease. Oscar probably gets a surge of panic over wanting to make sure he gets at least one fantasy lived out in case Carlos doesn't like his body or changes his mind or gets a call from some supermodel who wants to come over and he boots Oscar out.

so he pulls away and actually begs to be allowed to blow Carlos, not even caring that his voice broke on the 'ple-ase'. and that's how Carlos ends up hastily throwing an accent pillow down on the floor for Oscar to kneel on while Carlos leans back on his arms on the bed with one hand curled in Oscar's hair, urging him on. it's seeing Oscar's arm moving furtively out of sight and realizing that Oscar's getting off just from energetically but inexpertly blowing him that gets Carlos to climax. he apologizes because he hadn't even warned him, but the sight of Oscar shuddering through his own orgasm and moaning with his open mouth overfilling with Carlos is honestly worth the rudeness.

reasoning that someone Oscar's age has practically no refractory period, Carlos hauls him up onto the bed and strips them both. he grips Oscar behind both knees and lays into abusing the flesh of his inner thighs that have been on his mind since that afternoon. he pushes Oscar's legs up even higher to get his teeth and tongue on the exact crease of thigh and cheek and works each side until the skin is red raw from his stubble. Oscar is making these small, broken-off noises that are driving Carlos crazy and he drops both legs to work his way up to Oscar's beautiful pecs. he assumes no one has ever paid attention to this area before now because Oscar nearly bucks him off the bed with how intensely he reacts.

and Carlos has probably gotten hard again so he swipes his lube from the bedside table and jerks them both off one-handed while worrying one of Oscar's nipples red and sore. Oscar comes again and Carlos has to kneel up and finish all over Oscar's pale, pink chest. some of it hits Oscar's chin where some of Carlos' come had already started to dry from before.

and maybe there's a moment after they've both recovered enough to think where Oscar is about to awkwardly as for a cab or maybe a ride back but Carlos gets ahead of it and tells him to text his friends and Carlos will drive him back in the morning.

and Carlos smirks when Oscar hovers his fingers over his phone, clearly unsure of how to phrase it. "go ahead and tell them all about it, it'll drive them crazy"

and Oscar smiles to himself as he types out who he's with and why and what they've done and then gazes up at Carlos who is holding Oscar's chin between thumb and forefinger, wiping down his face with a warm cloth.

"you're going to be bad news for me, Oscar. I can tell.”

there is a seriousness behind it that Oscar is too young and inexperienced to hear. instead he smirks and digs a knee into Carlos' side.

"you bet I am"

[companionjones]

Goat Legs

Pairing: Charles Xavier x Reader

Fandoms: Marvel, X-Men

Summary: You have the power to see other universes. Sadly, that power controls you.

Warnings: Universes colliding

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"I'm not asking you to take over my position permanently, just for a couple weeks."

Magneto's mood differed from yours completely. While you were relaxed and amused he was annoyed and agitated. "Yes. It starts off with a couple weeks, then you ask for an extension, then, the next thing I know, it's years later, and you and your lover are never coming back."

You laughed, "We're going to Cancun! You're acting as if we're travelling to another dimension."

"How can I expect you to come back here when you don't even want to go home right now?"

That question took you off guard. "I'm sorry?"

"It's time to wake up, Y/n."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"It's time to wake up."

"Stop it, Mag."

"You have to wake up, Y/n."

"I said stop it!"

"You have to wake up right now!"

Charles was in the middle of teaching a class when Raven burst into the room.

"She's awake," was all Raven said.

The professor turned back to his class with quite the worried expression. "Alright, keep reading chapter 12 everyone. Ms. Raven will be taking over for the time being."

The siblings shared a nod before Charles exited the classroom and began booking it down the hallways to get to you.

You were in an isolated wing of the Xavier Mansion. Charles thought it best to house you there so the students didn't hear your screams.

That choice was coming to fruition that day, as it did most days. Charles could hear your screams as he quickly quickly approached your door. His heart always experienced a lot of pain, seeing you like this. He couldn't even read your mind because it was too much for him. Charles could never imagine what it was like for you.

"My love! My love, I'm here. Please, you have to try to calm your mind."

As Charles rushed into your room and knelt at your bedside, you saw many different versions of him. One second, he was older. The next, he was the same age, but in a wheel chair. Then, you saw him bald. You tried to close your eyes to refresh your mind, but all you saw when you blinked was worlds and universes colliding. You screamed out in frustration, and reached out for Charles.

He took your hand and combed your hair with his fingers. "It's alright. It's alright, my love. We're together. We're home. Everything is okay."

"Tell that to Logan. He's lighting his cigar on an on-fire car as the world ends," you described what you were seeing.

It took a couple hours, but your episode had finally ended and you were calming down.

Charles still sat on your bed with you. He still had one of your hands in his, and he was combing through your hair with his free hand.

"You had goat legs," you quietly informed after hours of restless silence.

Xavier appropriately chuckled at that statement. "What?"

"You had goat legs," you repeated. "In one of my visions, you were having a young girl over for tea in the woods, and you had goat legs."

He scoffed. "That sounds like something out of Alice in Wonderland."

"It was quite whimsical," you admitted.

There was another silence between the two of you before you asked Charles, "Tell me about here again?"

He smiled. "We got everyone on our side after Cuba, even Erik. There still some arguments on how we should approach the rest of the world but we all teach the next generation of mutants here, at home."

Despite all the happy news, a tear rolled down your cheek. "I wish I could be more help."

Charles reminded you, "You don't have to be anything more or anything less than you are right now."

"Can we go for a walk? I'd like to see the kids," you told him.

Charles nodded, "Of course," as he helped you out of bed.

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Author's Note: Thank you so much for reading! Fill up that heart and reblog if you liked it. I would also really appreciate a comment, if you have the time. If you would like to read more, check out my masterlist. Have a nice day, night, or whatever time it is for you! <3 <3 <3

[buckyseddie]

tragic endings

pairings — logan (james) howlett x fem!human!reader

summary — in which, after she takes in a young, troubled mutant in and vows to protect her from all dangers that she seems to be in, she meets the famously-brooding wolverine, who unexpectedly changes her life.

word count — 16.2k.

warnings — mentions of reader suffering through parental neglect and abuse as a child and having LOADS of trauma (LOTS of heavy hints of ptsd too!), mentions of reader taking some lives in order to protect laura and carrying a LOT of guilt, ANGST (obviously, because this isn't a happy ending type of fic), some fluff in it though, reader's in her early twenties, character death and self-sacrifice, equal pining, kisses, use of pet-names [kid, sweetheart, doll], mentions of the reader being depressed and having anxiety and also being suicidal / wanting to die, also a little bit of logan and the reader posing as laura's parents, reader has abandonment and codependency issues, reader also has raging anger issues.

notes — i have one word to describe this fic: long. it is going to be VERY long. also, i love that i finally finish this right as i find out that my grandma passed away... we love grief! gif and divider creds to owner!

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IT'S SORT OF... COMPLICATED. ALL she knows, is that she feels something — something she can't quite explain — for the little girl that has suffered through so much pain and loss.

how could someone who suffered through so much pain at the hands of her own parents could become a motherly figure to a misunderstood little girl? well, maybe it's just because she couldn't help it.

she may have had a rough childhood, but [y/n] could just feel it in her heart that laura needed someone to show her that she mattered — that she was worth the hard journey of making it out of everything alive.

so, is it really that hard to see why she would do anything to get her safe? even go to the older, grumpy — clearly retired — wolverine for help?

"look, kid. you seem like you've got good intentions. but, i can't afford to have anymore trouble by helping you and the girl out." logan grumbles, after laura had arrived to knock out the asshole that dared try to mess shit up for him, charles, and caliban.

[y/n] sighs, trying to keep an eye on laura, who has just now begun to walk over to charles. "i can't say i don't get it. because... i do," she sympathetically states, understanding that he just wants to be left alone from all the danger that being a mutant brings.

with another sigh, she watches the young girl interact with charles with a sense of comfort, before turning back to face the older man, who's been watching her warily. "look, i know she's not my daughter — not by blood. but, i love her like she's my own. and she doesn't deserve to be hunted down and killed like a monster. she's done nothing wrong."

"so, i'm only asking you to get us somewhere safe, where we can travel away from on our own. i'll pay you whatever and however much you want. but, i'm not abandoning her — i'm going to protect her with everything i have, for as long as possible."

there's a moment of silence as he doesn't say anything. but, after realizing that his silence is his answer, [y/n] nods wordlessly, trying not to get emotional over the fact that she and laura are on their own to find somewhere safe for them to go.

"right. like i said, i get it." she mumbles, sighing.

an unexpected look of regret flashes in logan's eyes, but [y/n] doesn't see it, due to motioning for laura to come over to her.

a look of disappointment takes over the little girl's expression as [y/n] turns back to face the wolverine. "look, i'm sorry for bothering you about this. clearly... this was both a mistake and a waste of time." she murmurs as laura comes up from behind her and grabs her hand.

"and i hope these guys," she stops to point to the unconscious man still lying on the ground. "don't give you any more trouble."

he sighs and nods, still watching her warily as he begins to wonder why a human would risk so much — and her life — just to protect this little girl that he's been growing more curious about by every passing second.

he also finds her a little bit annoying, but nevertheless, it's all the same amount.

with no other words being said between them, [y/n] gives him a forced and fake smile, hoping that she doesn't make him feel guilty for not being able to help them, as she gently tugs on laura's hand to tell her that it's time for them to go.

as they walk further away, logan begins to wonder if he made a mistake — for not agreeing to help them.

after all, it's always been a first instinct and part of his nature to help and protect people. or at least, when he had been part of the x-men team.

—————

THE NEXT TIME THEY MEET, it's a few days later — after logan, charles, and caliban had been attacked by the group called alkali-transigen for the second time.

caliban had been captured by this group, while logan and charles were able to escape in logan's crappy limo-like car.

the two men had found laura and [y/n] sitting in an alley. laura was fast asleep, lying her head on the older woman's shoulder.

[y/n] shivers, tugging the tiny blanket further over laura's sleeping form as the sound of the limo pulls up near the entrance.

worried that they're found again by the cruel men that just wouldn't leave them alone, [y/n] cautiously pops open an eye, brows furrowing. she leans forward, trying to get a better look.

but, she stops suddenly as she notices logan stepping out of his car, confusion filled on his face. "logan? w—what are you doing here?"

"kid, why didn't you tell me that you guys didn't have anywhere else to go?" he asks her once he gets to the actual entrance of the alley.

she shrugs, sitting up now as she tries to ignore the cold weather. "i could tell you didn't want to be bothered. i thought it would've just been easier if i lied." she murmurs, stopping completely as laura begins to stir a bit in her sleep.

once the young girl has stopped moving in her sleep completely, [y/n] impulsively decides to move to stand up, in order to give the young girl all the room she needs.

so, within a few cautious and quiet seconds, she slowly moves herself away and moves laura to the side, before placing her jacket under her head to use as a pillow.

with a prolonged, nervous sigh, [y/n] then takes in a relieved inhale as the little girl falls right back to sleep without any further disturbance.

"you know, if i knew you guys had nowhere else to go... " logan trails off when she turns to finally face him.

with another sigh leaving her, [y/n] lightly grabs onto his arm — in which, who flinches for more than a second — before leading him over to the front of his parked car.

"look, logan. we both know that you probably would have still said no." she murmurs, making sure to keep an eye on laura every few seconds while speaking with him.

logan sighs, knowing that she is right — no matter how many times he wishes to believe otherwise.

but, there's also another part of him that knows that he would probably help her and laura in a heartbeat, if he weren't growing slowly weak every day. but, he is — it both slows him down and makes it hard for him to help them to his full potential.

he opens his mouth to say something, but charles, who'd rolled down his window from inside the car before and heard the twos' conversation, interrupts him, "logan, they need our help — we should help them."

with a small smile almost curving onto her lips, [y/n] sighs. she knows that she can't just drag him and logan into this. it just wouldn't be fair.

"no, please. it's really alright. i don't want to put you guys in this complicated situation." she murmurs, just as laura stirs again in her sleep.

charles shrugs his shoulder, as if he wouldn't mind if they got dragged into it. but, then again, he's never been one to turn down the chance to help others when they need it.

"really, guys... it's okay. laura and i will manage on our own." she murmurs as she turns to walk back over to the little girl and gently and carefully pick her up.

as she faces them and walks back over to logan with laura still in her arms, covered up in both [y/n]'s jacket and blanket, logan furrows his brows. "are you sure?"

the concern in his voice shocks her, but she waves it off as him just trying to be polite. "y—yeah. we'll be fine." she nods, gulping down her pride as she lies through her teeth, once again.

in a way, she's grateful that he'd said earlier that he couldn't help her and the girl. i mean, [y/n] is the type of person to deal with her own issues and problems by herself, instead of choosing to burden people with them — her words, not mine.

her going to logan for help was really just a moment of weakness. she was desperate — only wanting to do whatever she could to try every possibility that would protect laura and get them anywhere safe.

truthfully, the main reason why she's lying to them about really needing their help, is the fact that she feels guilty — it's already obvious that logan feels regretful that he didn't agree to help them.

and guilt-tripping them — mostly logan — that was never her intention. so, if she has to lie to make him feel better about the situation, then that's what she's going to do.

"you don't have to lie, [y/n]. there's nothing wrong with admitting when you need help." charles tells her from his side of the open window.

the young woman mentally slaps her hand to her forehead in irritation over forgetting that the extremely older man is psychic.

she stutters, hating that she can't hide the truth from them. "i... i just don't want to be a burden. and... i don't know what i'd do if either of you got seriously hurt because you guys decided to help us — everyone gets hurt when they get involved with me."

with a relentless sigh, logan simply nods to the car. "we'll figure it out, okay? just get in."

she hesitates for a moment, wondering if dragging them into this mess is really the right answer.

after all, she knows that if either of them gets hurt — in any way — because of her, she'll never forgive herself.

but, as laura recklessly jumps down from [y/n]'s arms, causing a shocked gasp to leave her, and runs over to the other door opposite of the one charles is sitting behind, she sighs.

both [y/n] and logan share a look of a tiny bit of amusement.

with a tired yawn, she shrugs her shoulder, knowing that she won't be able to change the little girl's mind now as she opens the door and slides in.

"i... guess laura would like to take you guys up on that offer. so, i'm not really in a place to say no now." she mutters as logan leads her to the front of the car.

if only they had known all the bigger trouble they'd all have to endure in the future, all because they allowed the possibility of helping them become a reality.

—————

AFTER MANY DIFFERENT NIGHTS OF passing through different towns, logan finally stops at a gas station that's in the middle of nowhere.

[y/n] follows laura over to one of the electric horses, while logan and charles stay back in the car. as she leads laura up and over the horse to sit down, [y/n] places some quarters into the machine.

"there you go," she murmurs, giving the younger girl a warm smile. "now, i'm going inside to use the bathroom. i'll be back in a few minutes, okay?"

the girl silently nods as [y/n] hesitates to leave her alone.

but, nevertheless, after realizing that, not only are they all in the clear — for now — but logan and charles will surely watch her for a few minutes, while she's in the bathroom.

with the positive thoughts swirling around in her head, [y/n] finally walks over to the door, before walking inside.

after asking the person at the front of the store where the bathroom is, he points in the direction of where it is, and [y/n] races off in that direction in a hurry as she really needs to use the bathroom.

the young woman tries to pee as fast as she can, considering that they're all still on the run and practically fugitives at this point.

then, as she walks over to the sink, she rinses off and washes her hands. but, as she sees all the blood — from the previous days of running into trouble with the group that had started all of this — dried up on both her hands, arms, and face, panic begins to quickly sink in.

to protect laura, [y/n] had to take extra precautions and do whatever she could, to do just that.

not only had she been injured, but she had also had to do two things she'd always said she'd never do — learn how to shoot guns and really any other weapons, all the while also having to take some lives.

it was self-defense, of course. but, still.

the guilt and trauma she's endured because of the fact that she's killed some people... well, it's taken too much of a toll on her.

all she kept thinking was, how can i live with myself, after all the things i've done?

she still thinks this as she tensely and harshly tries to scrub all the blood away.

[y/n] has always dealt with self-image issues and her internal hatred for herself — especially, with growing up in the toxic household that she had as a kid. but, this? it's extra new and multiplied now.

shaky breaths and unshed tears escape her as she looks up at herself in the mirror this time.

but, just before the negative thoughts can become any worse, there's a knock on the bathroom door.

[y/n]'s head snaps up in the direction of the door, more panic filling her. "just a minute!" she yells to the person on the other side of the door as she tries to scrub harder to get the blood off.

her breaths become more panicked as logan's voice speaks up from outside. "[y/n], i'm coming in."

her eyes widen in both surprise and shock. as the door slowly opens, she panics and turns around, so that she's leaning against the sink and is hiding her hands behind her back.

just as he walks inside, [y/n] lets out a shaky, "h—hey. is everyone... ready to go?"

however, logan doesn't reply to her. he only steps closer to her as he crosses his arms over his chest with confusion swirling around in his eyes. "what's going on? did something happen?"

she abruptly shakes her head, dipping her head down to avoid showing any weakness. "everything's f—fine."

"don't lie to me. what's going on?" he asks her once more, stepping even closer to her, to the point of them only being a few inches away from each other.

with a sigh of defeat, [y/n] shakily pulls her hands out from behind her back. "i... i can't get the blood off — their blood. it won't come off." she whispers shakily.

he frowns, stepping even closer to her.

the young woman's breath catches in her throat as the space between them decreases by every passing second.

though, the concerned look in his eyes scares [y/n].

as someone who's never experienced someone worrying about her and her well-being in her entire life, just the thought of someone actually taking care of her, terrifies her, to be completely honest.

they stare at each other for a long moment, before logan slowly reaches for a paper towel and moves over closer to one of the sinks and turns it on to run the paper towel through some water. then, he brings the towel back to her and starts to gently scrub her hands and arms.

within a few minutes, he has successfully gotten the blood off of her hands, arms, and face. as he throws the paper towel away, her gaze softens as he steps away from her to give her her space.

"t—thank you." she murmurs raspily, trying to act as if she hadn't let him see her in such a vulnerable state.

he simply nods hesitantly, now stuck in his thoughts.

when they had first met, he — no matter how many times he's tried to ignore it — had become just slightly curious about her.

but, now? he can't help but find himself completely consumed with the feeling of concern and curiosity over her.

after another long moment of them just looking at one another, [y/n] finally snaps herself out of her daze, shaking her head in silent embarrassment. "i... i think i'm going to find laura and get back to the car. i think i've been in here long enough, right?" she tries to crack a joke, desperately needing to change the subject.

logan nods once more, before motioning to the door as he waits for her to leave first.

once she's officially out of the bathroom and through the hall, he follows after her.

though, before either of them can actually leave the building, both adults find them watching a very shocking scene playing before them.

laura has her claws grown out of her skin, and she holds down the current worker of the small gas station, an angry look placed on her face.

"oh, god..." [y/n] trails off, sharing a similar expression with logan.

as the young girl yells out, [y/n] snaps her head towards that direction and her eyes widen in shock and surprise.

then, she races over to the two of them, and gently pulls laura away from the man. her grasp immediately falls away from the man's when [y/n]'s gentle touch connects with her body.

"laura!" she murmurs in a slight lecturing tone, though it's still gentle. "you can't do stuff like that. you can't hurt innocent people, okay? you understand me?"

after a moment, the little girl finally nods and in a matter of seconds, her claws retract back into the skin of her knuckles.

[y/n] sighs in relief, before leading her back to the car, while logan stays inside for a few more minutes.

later that night, they arrive at a hotel. both [y/n] and laura fall fast asleep the second they reach their bed.

logan, however, struggles to stay asleep.

—————

SHE WAKES UP IN THE middle of the night, breathless gasps and hyperventilating breaths leaving her.

as she continues to struggle to breathe, she notices the little girl, who’s lying beside her, is still fast asleep. 

she runs a shaky hand through her slightly knotted up and greasy hair as her heart begins to beat faster than ever and her breaths become much more panicked. 

if only she didn’t have that nightmare — of all the lives she’s taken to protect laura. it’s a relentless, repetitive terrifying dream that she has been having almost every night, ever since it happened.

with another moment of her panicking state becoming much more worse, she shakily and quietly — as much as she can — takes off her blanket and rushes off in the direction of the bathroom. 

too buried deep in her panicked thoughts and the flashbacks that the nightmare has provided for her, she doesn’t even notice the wolverine sitting in the other room that leads to the bathroom.

she only stumbles into the bathroom and quietly shuts the door. 

as she slides down the door, she doesn’t even realize that the light is still off. she’s only focused on trying to not go into full panic mode, or worse, slip off of the edge and begin to have a panic attack. 

but, it’s quite too late for that.

she’s already slipping and losing all of her control over her breathing. another painful and breathless sob leaves her lips and her head falls to lean against the door as she clenches her eyes shut. 

the tears fall carelessly down her cheeks and she cries out in frustration. god, she hates crying. it has always made her feel weak.

she shakily stands up as she quickly flicks the light switch on. but, as she looks into the mirror and sees her wrecked appearance, another shaky breath escapes her lips. 

[y/n]’s brows furrow and more tears cloud her eyes.

then, out of nowhere, she slams her hands down onto the counter repeatedly. the loathing hatred she feels for herself grows and grows by every passing second. 

more tears blur her vision, the shaky breaths still leaving her lips.

though, before she can panic even more, there’s a light knock on the other side of the door. 

“kid? everything okay in there?” logan’s voice calls out through the door and it — fortunately — snaps [y/n] out of her panicked daze. at least, for the moment. 

“w—what?” she stutters out in an answer to his question. she holds her breath as she waits for him to say what he wants to.

“are you okay?” 

the tone of concern shocks [y/n] as she chokes on her answer, “y—yeah, i’m… uh, i’m fine.” 

there’s only silence for the first few minutes. but then, suddenly, the door knob is being turned and logan is slowly entering.

he shuts the door behind him as he turns to face her with crossed arms and a look as if to say, 'i know you’re not fine'.

“i know you’re lying. why can’t you sleep?”

she stays silent, eyes falling to the floor as she leans against the counter. 

“well?” he asks, causing her to snap her head back up at him.

“it’s nothing… i—” she abruptly cuts herself off, inhaling deeply. she dips her head down in shame as she tries to calm herself down.

"i just... had another nightmare. that's all." she mumbles as she lifts her head back up to look at him.

he sighs with a nod. "do you wanna talk about it?" he asks, not being able to help but feel a little worried about her.

as she notices this look on his face, something in her brings her butterflies. [y/n] gulps nervously, before shaking her head.

despite, trusting him now — a bit more than she had before — she just can't let him in, yet. and she knows that he can understand that more than anyone else.

he nods.

silence fills the room as they stare at each other with different emotions consuming them.

while logan still feels a bit worried about her well-being, [y/n] watches him with a wary expression, trying to figure him out.

"well, um... thank you — for checking in on me. but, i promise, i'm okay," she murmurs, anxiously running a hand through her tangled-up hair. "i'm always okay."

despite, [y/n] sounding really genuine, logan doesn't believe her for a second. but, he doesn't say anything about it.

after another moment of complete silence, [y/n] clears her throat. "well... i should go back to bed." she says, nodding to the door, causing logan to snap out of his own concerned thoughts.

he nods and drops his arms from his chest, before moving to twist the doorknob and pulls the door open.

he lets her pass him as she hurries back to her and laura's bed.

though, as she lies back down and stares at the hotel room’s ceiling, a soft smile finds it's way to her lips as she remembers how concerned about her he's been acting lately.

she may not still completely trust him.

but, for him to grow concerned for her? that's quite a big development on his part.

[y/n] falls asleep with that same smile on her lips.

—————

SHE SLEEPS A LOT BETTER. so much so that she sleeps through the entirety of the next day.

the only time where she actually wakes up, is when — while logan went off to find a better car for them, since the limo's already been seriously damaged — a few men, who were sent from the psychopath that's been hunting both [y/n] and laura in the first place, showed up at the hotel room.

unfortunately, right when she does wake up, charles begins to have a seizure. it not only stops the bad men from harming laura, but it also does the same for everyone else.

the entire process is especially more harmful to [y/n], considering that she's only human, after all.

lucky for her, logan arrives soon after, taking care of some of the men, before laura assists with giving him charles' shot that's supposed to help with the seizures.

once charles has officially calmed down, [y/n] takes in a deep breath.

but, as she stands up, she loses her balance, when her legs give out, taking much more of a hit than anyone could've anticipated.

she lets out a groan as she clutches her head in pain, suddenly being hit with a wave of throbbing pain.

as she continues to struggle to deal with the pain, both laura and logan watch her in worry.

while logan turns to face charles, who wears a very regretful expression, and gives him a pointed glance, laura races over to [y/n] and silently worries about her.

as she tries to breathe through the pain, she notices the little girl's presence near her and decides to place her now sweaty hands over hers, in order to calm her down.

"it's... okay — i'm okay. i promise." her voice comes out in a croaky whisper as she begins to slowly stand up.

surprise flashes in her eyes as she notices the crazy amount of concern and worry in logan's eyes.

he steps forward to help her, but she holds up a hand, before he can get any closer.

"don't worry about me. i'm fine." she murmurs, trying to ignore the pain that is still consuming her body.

logan raises a single brow at her, challenging her to tell the truth as he notices her wince in further-more pain. "you sure about that? because you don't look like you're okay." he steps forward once more.

before she can answer him, her head throbs, once more.

it causes her to stop completely and dip her head down in pain as she presses her hand to her forehead.

"[y/n]?" he calls out as he steps closer her, the rest of the people in the room becoming much more concerned for her as she sighs shakily.

"i..." she trails off breathlessly as she begins to feel so much more light-headed and becomes a bit nauseous. "i don't understand why it's like this... "

"like what?"

"why it hurts so much..." she whispers as her legs finally give out and everything goes dark.

—————

THE MOMENT SHE WAKES, SHE notices that she's no longer inside the hotel room they were in before she'd passed out.

she begins to panic after realizing that she doesn't recognize the room she's been currently sleeping in for god knows how long.

her heart beat picks up in a fast pace as she looks around in confusion and stress.

though, before she can actually find herself in a worse panicking state, the door of the room slowly opens.

as soon as she realizes that it's logan, [y/n] sighs in relief. "thank god." she whispers to herself as he slowly shuts the door behind him, before walking over to the bed she's currently lying on.

"you alright? you know, you look really stressed right now." he asks as he sits down on the edge of the bed, eyebrows already furrowing together in concern.

she sputters once more, glancing around the room again, before turning back to face him.

"w—where are we? i don't recognize this room... and it's honestly stressing me out. especially, since the last time i was awake, it was inside the hotel room and now i'm here — where i don't recognize anything." she rambles, furrowing her brows as she tries to catch her breath from talking so much.

he chuckles in amusement, before shaking his head at her in response.

"doll, you don't need to worry or stress about that. the explanation is pretty simple," he states as she waits for him to go on.

"after you passed out from what happened in the hotel room with charles and all those men, we had to leave to ensure that that group didn't get to you and laura. so, we left and ended up helping this family and they've offered to let us stay here for the night. we'll be leaving early in the morning, alright?"

after hearing his explanation, she sighs in relief. “oh… okay. that makes sense.”

he nods, staying silent as he stares at her with an expression filled with worry and concern — something that’s become a very familiar look lately. especially, when it comes to her. 

in the past — maybe today, even — he would've told anyone that he would never fall in love again, or even, in this situation, at least, grow genuine, protective instincts and to care for another person.

and when you have the type of haunting past — like he does — it's understandable.

[y/n], sensing his eyes on her, looks up, brows furrowing.

she tilts her head to the side in confusion, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

"w—what?" she stutters out nervously, quickly beginning to wonder what's going on inside of his troubled head.

logan tries his best to shake the feelings and new — for him, anyways — thoughts away. "nothing." he mumbles, clearing his throat and cutting off the new moment between them.

it's quiet for a moment, before the door opens, only to reveal both laura and charles.

once laura realizes that the older woman is now awake, relief floods to her face, before she's racing over to the bed and crushing [y/n] into a bone-tight hug.

"oof!" she lets out, trying to ignore just how tight the little girl is hugging her as she hugs her back.

after a second, she laughs in a form of appreciation — she's never felt so loved before, considering how she was treated as a growing child.

"i promise i'm okay. and i will be for a very long time — you never have to worry about losing me. okay?" she murmurs quietly, before the younger girl finally pulls away from her with a protective look shining in her eyes.

"she was quite worried for you." charles says from his place, sat in his wheelchair.

[y/n] nods, feeling guilty for making her worry as a frown takes over the place on her lips.

"and... i'm terribly sorry for putting you in that situation and putting your life in danger." he continues, his facial expression obviously filled with only regret and guilt.

the young woman's face quickly becomes confused.

"oh, charles... that wasn't your fault. and i don't blame you for it." she states in a soft voice, sending him an appreciative smile.

the wolverine scoffs, as if he doesn't quite share the same opinion as her.

his tone of voice is bitter as he speaks again, making how he feels known, "maybe you should."

[y/n] tilts her head to the side in further confusion. "what? how could this be his fault? it can't be his fault, if he can't control when it happens." she says, quickly coming to the eldest man's defense.

"i mean... you can't possibly believe that he wants to hurt anyone. and having these moments of out-of-control seizures can hurt them."

logan only rolls his eyes. "whatever." he mutters, not wanting to argue with her, before he glances towards the door.

"we should go check and see if they've finished making dinner yet." he mumbles as laura hurries to help [y/n] out of the bed.

she chuckles, before shaking her head.

"it's okay, sweetheart. i'm okay to walk." she murmurs softly as the little girl simply nods silently in understanding.

as [y/n] makes her way over to the door, limping and wincing every few seconds, logan, charles, and laura watch in clear concern, but she only ignores it.

she doesn't want to be any more of a victim — not anymore.

her only fate is to be able to protect laura and get her across the border — that's all she's going to be.

logan backs up, pulling charles with him as he keeps a good grip on the handles of the chair, while [y/n] slowly and eventually pulls the door open.

with an excited smile, she turns to them with a hand motioning towards the open doorway and backs away, in order for them to get through. "here we go!"

laura claps excitedly as logan pushes the old telepath through.

as soon as they're out and making their way into the kitchen, [y/n] and laura walk through the doorway and follow after them.

laura lets go of [y/n]'s hand as soon as she gets to her chair, practically throwing herself into it in pure excitement.

the older woman inhales nervously, becoming a little anxious about meeting these seemingly nice folks for the first time.

she lifts her hand up and into the air, giving them a small wave.

"hi. um, i'm [y/n]," she nervously says, nodding towards laura.

"i'm laura's mother." she explains further as the brunette woman laughs and waves her shyness off.

"it's so nice to officially meet you — laura's spoken so highly of you. i'm glad you're doing a lot better than before." she kindly says, nodding to an empty seat, the one next to where logan is now sitting.

[y/n] takes in a deep breath as logan still continues to watch her every move in clear worry, before she takes the seat and sends the much older woman a warm smile.

"thank you. yes, i'm doing and feeling a lot better now."

after the family says their grace, logan and [y/n] glance at one another, not even realizing how much they seem to be looking at each other.

as laura begins to eat — quite messily, too, might i add — logan steps in with a frown and a glare.

he reaches over with his hand and taps her shoulder to get her attention.

then, he gives her her fork, quickly motioning for her to use it properly.

seeing this herself, [y/n] giggles, only finding amusement in watching her.

"i'm... so sorry about laura. as you can clearly see, we're still trying to teach her how to have proper manners."

hearing the 'we' part of her statement, logan gives a gruff agreement, quickly realizing that the woman is going for the wife-and-husband-with-their-daughter cover.

though, it's quite obvious that both adults are their own versions of flushed over the idea of them actually being together — or being a couple.

the older couple simply waves it off, not being ones to judge.

after all, all families are different, right?

though, as laura starts pouring big, big loads of food onto her plate, logan has to interfere, obviously. again.

"there's plenty more, if she'd like some more." katherine offers, nodding over to the younger girl, who's now glaring and pouting at logan.

he shakes his head, mumbling that she's had more than enough.

[y/n] can't help but let a small laugh escape her.

but, after realizing how childish she must seem in the moment, her eyes widen in shock over her own impulsive action, and then clasps her hands over her mouth to keep anything else from escaping.

the famous wolverine stops frowning at laura, only to turn to look over at [y/n] with a raised brow as a response to her childishness.

she laughs again, at the look placed on his face.

after all the time they've spent together — and obviously, the feelings that have shifted between them — she can't take him seriously. not anymore, at least.

although he looks like he's just about ready to lecture her, she knows deep down that he couldn't get mad at her over something so minor.

and another part of her just hopes that maybe he feels the same about her that she feels for him and that he couldn't bear to be angry at her for that long.

logan glares at her once more, though it's more playful than anything else.

as she notices everyone watching their seemingly normal exchange, [y/n] clears her throat as her face instantly turns beat-red at the attention they're receiving.

"uh, sorry." she genuinely apologizes to katherine and her husband.

katherine laughs herself as laura and charles join in. "there's no need to apologize. i think you and james make quite the couple."

[y/n]'s face heats up, once more, at the compliment. "o—oh, thank you." she stutters nervously, tucking a stray strand of her hair behind her ear as logan's gaze catches hers.

this time, though, their eye contact is very much different than any of the others they've shared — this one gives off both admiration and genuine care over the other.

charles, however, decides to cut the moment short, after noticing the pair of adults' undeniable connection, when he accidentally hears both of their own thoughts.

[y/n] is not only flushed on the outside, but also on the inside — she wonders anxiously if anything could ever happen between them, or if it's just her that feels this way.

and logan? well, he's trying to act like she doesn't have a single effect on him at all — he's trying to stay professional about this all and fight against how he truly feels.

a small smirk tugs at the psychic's lips, before he breaks the silence, "yes, my son and [y/n] truly do make quite a great couple — they're actually quite perfect for each other."

[y/n]'s face turns even redder — if that's even possible — while logan glares at the side of charles' face.

but, after a moment, both logan and [y/n] realize that the rest of the family — and charles and laura — are watching them carefully and closely.

"yeah, we are perfect for each other. i'm just happy to be with him and to have laura and charles — this family means everything to me." the young woman states, no lies evident in her tone of voice — she speaks the truth in her words, even if it's all just for a cover that won't be permament.

something in logan changes when he hears her truthful words, a small smile — a grateful one — appearing on his lips as he stares at only her with a gentle look in his eyes.

without another thought, he nods and says his own version of the truth, despite the fact that he hasn't wanted to get attached to either her or laura, in the first place, "you know i feel the same, sweetheart."

his tone of voice comes out gruff, but [y/n] senses the truth in it and smile at him as she places one of her hands over his.

they both fall into the moment, completely forgetting about everyone else, almost as if the entire world falls away, when it's just them.

katherine smiles at them with admiration.

"you know how i know you two are truly perfect for each other?" she asks, breaking the moment between them as they glance over at her in confusion.

"you look at each other like you're the other's world — and that's true love." she continues as [y/n] laughs nervously, before murmuring a 'thanks'.

logan watches her once more, before katherine's husband asks where they're heading after this.

he snaps himself out of his daze as both he and charles reply with completely different locations.

"uh," logan starts, but [y/n] laughs and cuts the two men off, "sorry. apparently, there's been some miscommunication!" she laughs once more, trying to make a joke out of it.

katherine laughs with her.

"are you guys going on some kind of extended-vacation?"

after a moment, [y/n] nods, choosing to just go with it. "we're going to be going to both oregon and south dakota."

charles nods along with her.

"yes, it's a very long overdue vacation," he pauses as both logan and [y/n] nod in agreement. "we're city folk — always wanted to see the country. and meet the people in it."

logan watches the exchange, noticing how comfortable both charles and [y/n] are about speaking about a vacation.

needless to say, they all deserve a vacation — away from all the complicated situations they've been in lately.

"that's lovely." katherine nods in agreement as everyone continues to eat.

"i've been trying to get will here to take a vacation for years—"

will interrupts, quickly bringing up that they'd not be able to take care of their property, if they went on vacation.

katherine replies to this by telling him they need to sell the property.

[y/n] laughs at their interaction, never before seeing an actual healthy couple before — her parents, after all, didn't have a healthy relationship at all.

they continue to argue, before their son interrupts them, "i could drop out of school!"

"let's not go that far." katherine says to him seriously as he just laughs it off.

"i mean, i'll do it."

"no."

"why not?"

something in logan's face changes as he watches the normal family exchange between them all.

his gaze goes over to laura, something changing immediately.

[y/n] notices this and smiles, hoping that he truly does care about her and laura, like she hopes he does.

"now, why would you want to do that, nate?" charles asks genuinely and [y/n] can't help it as she lets out a giggle.

"you might want to be careful with answering that question, nate. charles here, was a professor that ran a very important school." she announces in an amused tone of voice.

"a lot of years, right, charles?" logan asks, finding some entertainment in this topic of conversation, as well.

charles waves him off, trying not to make a big deal out of it.

though, just as he begins to agree politely, [y/n] begins to experience some more sharp pains in her head.

this time, though, it's much more extreme than before.

then, she's suddenly pushing back from the chair as she stands up, catching everyone's now concerned looks.

"i... i'm sorry. i think... i need to lie down — it seems that i'm still having some headaches." she murmurs in an embarrassed tone as she starts to sway slightly and her eyesight gets blurry and splotchy.

logan immediately stands up, becoming much more worried than before.

he places a hand over her back and the other on her shoulder as she begins to groan in pain — she's never felt headaches this bad before.

"i'm going to help her get back upstairs." he announces, not caring if he seems rude, his attention completely on the young woman in pain.

"yes, you should," katherine agrees, after standing up and placing her hand up to [y/n]'s forehead.

she frowns at how warm she is. "she's burning up. she really should lie down — maybe, just for a little bit, or until y'all leave tomorrow morning."

logan doesn't say anything in response. though, he understands what she's saying and is mentally agreeing himself.

[y/n] gulps guiltily, both feeling bad for all of the issues her health is causing and because she really doesn't understand why she's been in so much pain recently.

for only a moment, she leans her head against logan's chest, the sudden nausea becoming way too much for her in the moment.

logan, not quite expecting such an open and vulnerable action from her, breathes in a deep breath as he allows the physical contact. only because it's her.

"alright," he suddenly says, wrapping one of his arms around her waist and turning to face katherine.

"i'll be back to help laura and charles to bed." he states, nodding to them, who've both stopped their eating to watch [y/n] in further concern — they all know that she's only been acting like she's fine, but they didn't expect everything to get worse for her.

[y/n] barely acknowledges anything after that — the pain she feels is just too distracting for her to hear the worry in logan's voice, or to see the concern everyone in the room holds for her.

though, as logan brings her into his arms — bridal style — and walks them up the stairs, she lets out a barely containable cry.

this causes his eyebrows to furrow together in both concern and confusion. "what's wrong, doll?"

she cries again, hating how worried he is for her.

"i... i hate this... " she says through her heavy breaths that match with her small cries.

"hate what?"

"this — being so pathetic and weak of a human being that i can't even make it through the night." she mumbles, but he hears her completely, considering of how close they are.

"sweetheart—" he begins to say, knowing where this conversation is going, just as they reach the doorway of the room that she'd slept in before.

but, she interrupts him, "—no."

as her voice comes out in emotional stutters, she forces herself out of his arms as carefully as she can.

as soon as she's standing, she begins to feel light-headed again.

"[y/n]—" he says again as he notices that same sick-to-her-stomach expression on her face.

"no... i can't do this." she whispers shakily as a bunch of strands of her hair falls over her face.

though, honestly? this small little detail is something that she could care less about.

logan frowns, not sure of what she means. "what do you mean by that? can't do what?"

she lets out a slightly unhinged laugh as she shakes her head.

"i can't help laura... if i can't even survive," she mutters, taking in a deep breath as she leans against the doorway.

logan tilts his head to the side in concern for her.

he waits for her to continue, knowing that she's not going to stop until she gets what she needs to say out.

"i mean, this behavior isn't fucking normal for me! i have never had these types of issues before, when it comes to my health. this is all happening so suddenly, and i can't understand why."

"you know it could easily just be stress. you've been so worried about the kid and charles lately. i'm sure everything is fine." logan says, stepping forward to help her into the room.

she doesn't budge for a moment, not ready to accept that this is her life now.

she ducks her head down as he places a hand over her shoulder, her bottom lip quickly becoming harshly pulled in between her teeth. her eyebrows raise as tears blur her eyesight very quickly.

"c'mon. let's get you to bed, alright?" he murmurs, trying to stay patient with her, knowing that she's been going through an awful lot in the past few weeks — maybe, even longer.

i mean, logan can't know for sure how many months she's been with laura. or if she's been going through all this trauma, long before she ever met the little girl.

and it's not like he's forgotten about the guilt and anxiety she's been experiencing lately because of the people she's had to kill, in order to protect laura, who she's grown to love and see as her own daughter.

"logan... " she trails off as she finally, finally looks him in the eye with fear in her eyes for the first time ever.

"what if i can't protect her? w—what happens... if something happens to me and i can't keep her safe?" she whispers tremblingly, some of the tears escaping her eyes and sliding down to her cheeks.

normally, she'd be embarrassed to let anyone see her like this — like she's pathetic or weak.

but, this is logan.

he's been much more vulnerable than anyone she's ever known.

also, the fact that he could never judge her for being terrified when he's felt so much worse than her.

this time, though, he stops in place. he no longer tries to get her to the bed.

especially, when he sees the scared look placed on her face, and just how vulnerable she's allowing herself to be with him — even though, she'd never do that with anyone else.

"what are you saying?"

"let's just face it, logan. i'm... obviously getting sick — or something. i don't know what it is, but something is happening to me. and i don't think i'll survive it. which means... " she trails off as she takes in a deep inhale of shaky breaths, trying to accept what she's saying — she needs to make peace with it.

"which means what?" he questions her in a harsh tone of voice, obviously not liking where this conversation is heading.

"it means that i don't have long. and we've barely even gotten to where we need to be, in order for laura to cross the border. i can't help her if i'm dead, logan — you know that." she finally spits out what she's been secretly thinking.

a dark look fills his eyes as he shakes his head, jaw clenching impossibly hard.

"no. i don't know that — we don't know that. you don't know that you're going to die." his statement is spit out in a negative tone of voice, showing that he refuses to believe that it's true.

maybe, it's because he has found himself growing to care for her — way more than he ever planned to.

after all, she and laura aren't strangers to him — not anymore.

"logan, i know... t—that you don't want to hear this." she starts, still leaning against the doorway, clenching her eyes shut and taking in a deep breath at the thought of what she has to say next.

"i know how much pain and loss you've experienced. and i wish and hope that you don't have to experience it... ever again. but, we have to face the facts."

now, she opens her eyes and looks up at him again with more tears spilling.

"and the fact is... i might die. and if i do — whether that's from what my body is experiencing right now, or getting myself killed — i need you to promise me that you'll do right by laura."

he grunts, growing more frustrated and annoyed by the second.

it's obvious — and understandable — that he does not want to have this conversation right now.

or ever, actually.

"she's your daughter — whether you can accept it or not. you are her parent. maybe... even more than i am. after all, i'm just a woman who cares for her and sees her as my child — even when she isn't. but, you, logan... you are her father — you both share the same dna and pain."

he stays silent after hearing this, however.

even if he has so many things to say to her, he doesn't say it, because he knows that she has more she wants to say.

"you have a chance with her. she's not too far gone — she can be better. and you can teach her how to be. but, you have to protect her and get to that border — no matter what happens. she needs a normal and healthy life, where she isn't treated like a weapon." she says, gulping down her pride as she readies herself to say her next choice of words.

"and... of course i want nothing more than to be right there with you guys, when she gets to have the better life she deserves," she states, pausing as that life flashes in the back of her mind.

but, as it disappears, just as fast as it came, she sighs and blinks away the tears. "but, that might not happen. no matter how much i want that future, i have to accept that it might not happen. and... i need you to give her that, okay? she needs a different life than this. she is only a child — one that doesn't deserve to be hunted down like an animal and killed because they think they can't control her. she deserves better than that."

[y/n] forces a smile to her lips.

"she needs you, logan. and i need you to promise me that you'll do what i ask of you — for her sake." she finishes as more tears fall.

he's silent for a moment. but, the anger and denial is quite clear and evident on his face.

noticing this, she steps forward, despite the nausea and pounding of her head that she still feels. "loga—"

"no!" he yells suddenly as his eyes meet hers.

she jumps slightly, worry filling her as she notices the raw emotions swirling around in his eyes.

"no. we're not having this conversation, alright? you're not dying. so, stop with this damn martyr act." he tells her harshly, trying to ignore her hurt expression.

it's a few moments, filled with complete silence and tension slowly building up in the air.

though, logan doesn't care.

or maybe, that's just what he wants it to seem like as he gently grabs onto her waist and side again, silently helping her over to the bed.

they don't exchange any words as he helps her get under the covers, before walking over to the door.

though, before he can shut the door behind him and leave her to her overwhelming emotions and thoughts, she calls out to him, "logan."

he turns to face her, keeping his face stoic as he looks at her in question.

"i want her to sleep in here — just this once." she mumbles shakily, refusing to look him in the eyes.

he silently nods, before walking out and shutting the door, needing to get out of there before he suffocates in that room with her extremely hurt expression.

—————

SHE WAKES UP TO SCREAMS of terror filling the entire house.

[y/n] immediately throws her body up as she lets out a gasp, searching the dark room.

but, she knows that scream — laura.

with a protective instinct towards the little girl, the slightly weak woman stumbles out of the bed and continues to struggle to get out of the room.

once she has the door open, she races into the hall, following the sounds of laura's whimpers and screams, only to find her lying down on the floor of the room that charles had recently fallen asleep in.

"laura? what's going o—?" she starts to question, not quite seeing the full scene of the bedroom.

but, when she does, she sputters and gasps as she takes in the bloody scene before her and the robot-like man that looks way too familiar for her liking.

laura races over to [y/n], hiding behind her as the older woman continues to watch in shock and hurt as charles continues to lose more and more blood by every passing second.

"charles... " [y/n] whispers as tears fall down to her cheeks, not wanting to leave him to bleed out, but also needing to protect laura, who's shaking in fear from behind her.

"it's okay, darling. get laura somewhere safe."

"what? i—" [y/n] wants to say no, but the murderous glint in the enemy's eyes causes her to slowly back away, before turning to laura and kneeling down.

"sweetheart, go find logan. tell him what happened and you tell him to take you with him and get the hell away from here, okay?" she tells her hurriedly, ignoring the pang in her heart at the fact that this is going to be the last time they will ever see each other.

laura cries out, shaking her head and refusing to leave her as tears flood her face. "n—no. i can't leave!"

despite, not saying it, it's clear to [y/n] that what laura's trying to tell her is that she can't leave her behind.

she nods, her cries barely containable as she dips her head as she struggles with her emotions.

but, when she hears his footsteps nearing them and she glances back to see him getting closer and closer to them, she pulls herself together and pushes her away from her.

"laura, go! i'll be fine — i promise." she tells her, despite the fact that she's only lying to protect her.

as the older woman begs her to go with just her pleading eyes, laura hesitates.

but, as [y/n] stands up and turns to face the monster behind them, laura hesitates once more, before turning and running down the steps and races out the front door that's wide open.

as soon as she realizes that the girl is safe and away from the violence, [y/n] spits in his face.

"you're not touching her, you psychotic bastard!" she yells, pulling out her knife — the one she always keeps hidden in a strap she has wrapped around her waist.

he only yells angrily and slaps her to the ground.

she cries out, before she looks back up at him, noticing that he's not done with her yet.

as she winces and pushes herself back further down the hall, he pulls out a needle connected to a tube with some type of scary-looking liquid inside of it.

then, he pulls her closer to him by one of her ankles and injects it into her neck, causing her to groan through the pain, before her body quickly becomes to grow weak.

in the next few moments, all she wants to do is close her eyes. she's just so damn cold and tired.

but, as he assumes that she's about to pass out and begins walking down the stairs in search of laura, [y/n] carefully — and struggles to — get up and stumbles her way down, determined to protect laura.

just as logan walks back and closer to the house from walking around with will — and encountering some complicated trouble — he finds laura, running out of the house with a look of terror swirling around in her eyes.

she heaves in a bunch of breaths as he stops her from running past him. "hey, hey. what's going on, kid?"

she simply shakes her head hurriedly, tears beginning to cloud up in her eyes. "charles, dead. [y/n] sacrificed herself." she bluntly says with an edge of fear, still not able to say complete sentences.

"dammit!" he mutters, realizing what she means and putting it all together, before he looks back down at her with his eyebrows knitted together in worry.

"where? where exactly?" he exclaims in question, trying to not take it out on her as fear and immense concern begins to fill his entire body.

laura only points back to the house. "upstairs."

without any hesitation, logan turns to will.

"watch her for me, will you? make sure she stays safe." he tells him, who nods in agreement — though, he's a little confused too — before he races inside and makes it to the stairs.

though, what he finds before him leaves him completely and utterly speechless; blood is trailing the floor of where charles was last, and [y/n] struggles to stand as she tries to fight the man that strangely looks exactly like logan.

"stay... the hell... away from her!" the young woman yells at him, her speech slightly slurred as she struggles to stay awake, trying — and failing — to fight him off.

after all, this is a stronger and much more powerful version of the famous wovlerine.

"[y/n]!" logan yells as he sees the obvious pain she's in, along with all of the injuries she now has — thanks to that lovely injection she's just started to experience.

she becomes distracted for a moment, her terrified and worried eyes catching his.

after she heard his voice call out for her, all she could think about is that this is the last time they'll see each other.

because she knows that she can't fight this very scary version of him, and logan just has to take laura and get the hell out of here, before either of them gets captured and killed — at least, that's what she knows.

but, the evil version of logan takes this moment of distraction to get the upper-hand on her; his claws grow out of in between his knuckles and forcefully thrusts them into her stomach.

blood spurts out of her mouth as it becomes even more extremely hard for her to stay awake.

not only is she currently fighting whatever the hell that syringe was that just got jammed into her neck, but now, she's being practically impaled by the evil-logan's claws.

more blood spills from her mouth and lips as she chokes on the air, trying to fight the pain she feels over all of this — she's only human, after all.

"[y/n]!" logan yells her name again. this time, though, both anger and worry is evident in his voice.

though, something in her makes her stop fighting the other logan — she knows that she’s going to die.

that's why her gaze finds logan's, who's just about ready to kick the other him's ass for hurting her — charles as well, too, obviously.

"get h—her... out of here. now... " she sputters, more blood spurting out of her mouth.

"please... she... s—she needs you!" she yells, trying to keep the evil logan-spawn distracted for as long as possible.

though, logan shakes his head, not being able to let her go.

"no. we're going to get out of this — i'm not letting you die."

but, evil-logan could care less about this romantic exchange between them as he kicks her body back to the ground and his claws slide out of her now wounded body.

then, without another word, he walks down the steps, giving the real logan a challenging look — trying to size him up, i suppose.

[y/n]'s vision goes blurry and soon enough, her eyes slowly close.

everything goes dark as she — this time — can't stay awake anymore. her body's just too damn tired.

—————

"I'M SORRY. THERE'S NOT MUCH i can do. whatever it was that was injected into her body... it's taking effect quite fast. i can't delay it, and i can't fix it." an unfamiliar voice says, waking the injured young woman from her long, long sleep.

"what do you mean you can't fix it? you're a doctor! this is what you do — you're supposed to save lives! why can't you save her?!" that familiar angry voice that she knows so well yells in utter frustration.

there's a pause, before the stranger speaks again, "i'm sorry. if this was a normal injury, sure, i could treat it. but, it's not," he states, as an annoyed grunt comes from logan, quickly causing him to continue. "frankly, i don't know how she's survived this long — she should've died the second she was injected with that mysterious liquid. but, what i can tell you, is that she's strong."

a sigh is heard, before he speaks again, his voice now filled with pity. "all you can do right now, is enjoy your time with her and make peace with the fact that she doesn't have much time left — before she's going to die."

hearing all of this isn't new to [y/n].

she suspected something else was going on — something that could very much result in killing her.

but, hearing the heartache and pain in logan's voice brings tears to her closed eyelids.

the doctor apologizes once more, before he leaves the room and shuts the door behind him.

after another moment of silence, logan talks to the younger girl in the room, "it's okay — she's going to be okay. she's strong. she'll get through this."

though, the fact that he's lying to laura, in order to keep her from breaking down, doesn't sit well with [y/n].

"don't lie to her. she doesn't need things to be sugar-coated." she croaks out as she slowly opens her eyes.

she flinches from the bright light that hangs from the ceiling, before moving to sit up.

as she looks over to them, she notices the worry displayed on both of their faces.

but, the tear-stained cheeks of laura's concerns her the most.

laura doesn't need to tell [y/n] what she's feeling because she feels it just as much.

she nods in silent agreement, before opening her arms. "i know, baby. i know. c'mere." she murmurs, tears blurring her eyesight.

the little girl lets out a breathless sob and races into the older woman's arms, hugging her so tight, as if she's afraid that if she lets go, [y/n]'s going to disappear.

[y/n] sighs in relief, happy to have the girl near her, once again — she really did think that she was going to die on the munson property.

though, thinking back on that whole entire situation, [y/n] pulls away and looks over at logan for the first time.

she turns back to laura, giving her a sad smile.

"hey, why don't you go out to the waiting room, yeah? i need to talk to logan." she murmurs, her gaze finding his again, not being able to look away from him.

laura wordlessly nods and walks out, sensing that the two adults need some time alone.

as soon as she's gone, [y/n] clears her throat as she begins to dread asking the question that's been on her mind since she woke, just seconds ago.

though, before she can quite ask what she desperately feels that she needs to, he clears his throat as he steps closer to her.

"how are you feeling?" his voice comes out gruff, but also, filled with worry and hesitation.

"logan, that doesn't matter right now." she gulps as he rolls his eyes and throws his hands up in the air in clear frustration.

"of course it does! why do you always do this?" he questions, jaw clenched as he watches her flinch.

"do what?" she asks in a meek voice, trying to ignore the pang in her heart over how much he cares about her.

he sighs, regretting how harsh he was — he's acting just like he had that night, before everything had gotten worse.

"why do you treat yourself like you're expendable?"

[y/n] slumps in defeat, pulling her bottom lip in between her teeth — like she's been doing repeatedly — and knawing over it in anxious nerves.

logan crosses his arms over his chest, raising a brow at her as he waits for her to answer him.

though, it doesn't come.

she simply stays silent, not sure of how to answer him.

i mean... how do you even answer a question like that?

it's hard to explain why she acts the way she does — especially, when it's tied to how she acts with herself — when it's all she's ever known, her entire life.

[y/n] has always been hard on herself, as well as being reckless with her life.

though, when she met laura, that all changed — she knows that she has to stay alive, in order to protect her.

but, that doesn't mean that she doesn't hate herself or have really unhealthy coping mechanisms. because she does — thanks to her family, of course.

"[y/n]." logan calls out, snapping her out of her dark thoughts.

her eyes snap up to meet his, shock filling them — she'd forgotten where she was for a mere moment.

"i... i—i don't know, okay? i'm just used to being this way." she stutters, not sure she wants to have this conversation with him anymore.

finally making up her mind, she stands up from the table she'd been lying on, minutes before.

she sways a bit, catching logan's attention further-more, but she shakes it off as she starts to walk past him.

"we don't need to talk about this right now, logan. we need to get laura across that border." she states shakily, though she tries to hide it, as she almost makes it past him.

but, logan, having been too worried about her for so long, grunts annoyedly and gently grasps her arm, just as she's about to brush past him.

"we're not going anywhere, until we talk about this." he states seriously as she freezes in place at his words.

she sighs, wishing he just didn't care this much in the moment.

"why? logan, laura is the most important thing right now — not having a therapy session." she mutters, not daring to turn around and look at him, fearing that she will break down and spill everything to him, once she looks him in the eyes.

"you need to talk about this, sweetheart. if you don't, it's going to get you killed. and you can't afford that when you need to be there for laura."

she rolls her eyes, lowly scoffing.

hearing him talk about her mental health like this makes her mad.

how can he talk about this — like this — when he doesn't even believe the same for himself?

she whips around to face him, her face full of obvious irritation.

"really, logan? you really want to talk about this with me? when you can't even do the same for yourself?" she exclaims, finding it so damn aggravating that he's being such a hypocrite.

his eyes widen in shock, having not expected her to snap at him like this — she's usually so calm and collected.

if only he knew just how much she struggles with the anger issues she gets from her family.

"excuse me?" he asks incredulously, snapping himself out of his shocked state and quickly going back to his cold act.

"you heard me! you're trying to tell me to try to talk about my issues and try to see that i have a good life ahead of me, when you can't even do that yourself! you don't want to live, do you?" she exclaims, throwing her own hands up in the air.

she scoffs as a dark look takes over his face, jaw ticking as he tilts his head to the side.

"you really wanna do this right now, doll?" his voice almost comes out in a growl, while [y/n] refuses to let it scare her — she knows that he'd never hurt her, especially when he's just acting this tough, most likely to push her away.

"yes, because i don't need you to act like you care about me this much!" she spits out, not taking a moment to realize what she just said.

he barks out a laugh, tossing his head back in sarcastic disbelief.

"really? you think i don't care about you?"

her entire body goes weak at his question.

she didn't even realize she said it. but, there's no taking it back — not now.

with a relentless sigh, she bites down on her bottom lip and stays silent as she ducks her head down to hide the obvious tears that are just about to spill — she doesn't want him to see what kind of effect he has on her.

"well?" he asks again — much more harshly, might i add.

"yes." she whispers weakly, knowing that she only blurted out the truth.

because, sure, she'd hoped that he cared about her, but there's been some other side of her that kept telling her that he could care less about her and just couldn't wait to finally be rid of her and laura.

"you seriously fucking think i don't give a damn about you and you're well-being — along with the kid, too — at all?" he questions further, still not fully calmed down in the moment.

in fact, it seems that he's only getting more frustrated by every passing second.

without another word, she nods.

shame fills her at the thought of losing him, all because she couldn't keep her damn mouth shut.

that, and the fact that she's used to everyone leaving her.

though, she also feels hatred towards herself — she hates growing attached and dependent on others.

and losing logan? well, that scares her shitless.

especially, since people hurting and leaving her, is all that was ever done to her.

anytime she grows to care for someone and begins to trust them, they leave her all alone, only with the heartaching conclusion that she did something wrong to make them abandon her.

that, or she assumes there's something wrong with her that is so terrible that they couldn't stand her anymore.

something snaps inside of logan, not understanding how she could be so blind.

"if i didn't care about you, why would i be refusing to accept the fact that you're dying? or the fact that i care about you so much that i'm willing to give the kid a chance?" he asks as he steps closer to her, causing her breath to catch in her throat at how close they're getting to each other.

"logan—" she says hesitantly, starting to really regret this entire conversation, all together.

he shakes his head in frustration. "no. don't. we're going to have this conversation. whether you like it or not." he says in a dark voice, his facial expression becoming something of a mix between anger and bewilderness.

"i don't know where the fuck you got the idea that i don't care about you. because you're wrong. why would i change my mind about helping you and laura, if i didn't give a shit about you? why would i be protecting you this entire time, if i didn't care? or calm you down from a panic attack, or help you feel better about the blood that's now on your hands? or take care of you and make sure that you're safe?" he yells this time, completely frustrated at her for thinking for just one second that he doesn't care for her at all.

though, you'd think that a man like logan wouldn't admit to caring for her. especially, with everything he's been through, and all of the people he's lost.

i mean, the man has practically lost everything.

"i didn't want any of this. i just wanted to take care of charles and protect caliban and get through the time i have left, before everything would be going to shit, once again, like it always does." he says seriously, not taking notice of the tears flooding [y/n]'s eyes, or the trembling of her bottom lip.

he's far too overwhelmed with the current conversation.

though, it's barely even a conversation at this point — it's just him yelling and raising his voice at her.

"i didn't want any part of it. but, then you came into my life and i found myself wanting something more than the miserable fucking life i was living before. and along the ride, the more i got to know you and the kid, i've grown to see things differently — i saw you differently." he says, this time his voice becoming much more genuine and gentle.

[y/n] swears that her heart stops and the whole world disappears.

"w—what do you mean?"

"i mean that you've changed me. and i'm not going to fucking stand around, while you risk your life repeatedly, with no regards of the fact that we need you."

tears spill to her cheeks as her heartbeat quickens at his admission.

"we?" she asks in barely a whisper, wondering if she just misheard him.

"yes, we." he states with no hesitation, before suddenly walking all the way over to her.

he hesitates on his next actions, hoping to god that he hasn't read too much into the situation.

god, the thoughts running through his head is making him feel like a love-sick teenaged boy.

but, something changes when she looks up at him with both hopeful and shocked eyes. "logan—"

she stops herself, wondering if she's getting the right signs.

does he really want to kiss her, or is she just an idiot?

"doll, i can't fucking take it anymore. i can't be around you, without doing this before i regret it." he mutters as he brings his fingers up to her face, wiping away the tears on her face.

her eyebrows knit together in confusion as she looks up at him. "what do you mean? do what?"

"this." he simply says, placing his hands over her cheeks and then slams his lips onto hers.

a shocked sound comes from her, it now becoming a smothered breath as they both close their eyes and melt into it.

logan smiles into the kiss as [y/n] presses her body closer to his and wraps her arms around his neck.

then, as she opens her mouth just slightly to let out a content sigh, he takes the moment to bring the kiss to become more heated as their tongues meet together.

when they pull away, [y/n] places her hands over his chest as she takes a deep breath, heaving for air to get back into her lungs.

"wow. that was... " she trails off in a murmur, still very much speechless.

"yeah, i know." he mumbles, a small hint of a smile on his lips.

"did you really mean all of that? what you said?" she asks in a soft voice, after they stand in a few minutes of comfortable silence.

he nods. "yeah. i had to get through to you that i do care." he murmurs as they both pull away from each other.

after a few more minutes of silence, [y/n] asks the question she's been wanting to ask since she first woke up, "so, you gonna tell me where charles is yet?"

but, the answer she receives — along with the distraught expression that takes over logan's face — tells her all that she needs to know.

—————

SOMETHING IN HER KNEW THAT everything that'd happen the next day would end with only blood and innocent kids getting hurt.

but, she didn't question how she knew that.

she only knew that she'd die to protect laura and those kids. no matter what — even if things had shifted between her and logan and she wanted to try to stay alive for him.

maybe it was the fact that finding out about charles' death had more of an effect on her than anyone anticipated.

or the fact that the munson family had experienced so much pain and loss because of them.

really, it doesn't matter.

but, she wouldn't dare let transigen take laura or those kids and put them through more hell — she needed to put an end to that psychotic group.

the worst part was leaving logan while he was asleep.

she hadn't said goodbye — she only gave him a long lasting look with a sad smile, before leaving with the kids.

and laura had only assumed that [y/n] wanted to make sure they got across safely.

technically, that's not a lie. but, she hadn't exactly told anyone the full truth.

and she was right.

somehow transigen had found out where they were headed and ambushed them in the woods.

and of course, the young woman decided to stay behind to fight the men off — to protect the kids.

with a yell to them to 'get out of here, now', [y/n] struggled to fight the men — her pain in her body was only getting worse, thanks to the other stronger version of logan — but, succeeded in distracting them.

that was until one of them stabbed her in one of her legs and tied her to a tree while she was distracted.

and as they leave to hunt down the kids — one by one — something in [y/n] snaps.

she's never felt so much gut-wrenching pain over the thought of losing a child that was never truly hers in the first place.

but, the thought of those kids — those innocent children, who only want freedom and normalcy — being brutally murdered for being born and having the powers that they do, changes something in her.

her blood runs cold as a shiver runs through her body at the thought of finding their bodies.

scorching, hot tears spill from her eyes and she just can't help it as she lets out the loudest, most pain-filled scream.

the kids hear this, and it makes them stop for a moment.

but, this distracts them for too long as some of the men have found them and begin to capture some of them.

though, another yell — one that belongs to a very familiar, protective man — distracts some of the men and laura helps the rest of the kids break free.

[y/n], now exhausted from that one scream and the agonizing pain filling her entire body, she helplessly sobs in both emotional and physical pain. she feels so weak.

but, before she can fall further into that negative and dark mindset, a pair of heavy footsteps makes her freeze in her place.

though, as she looks up, she realizes that it's only logan.

as he kneels down in front of her, his face filled with worry for her, she lets out a cry of relief. "logan?"

he musters up a soft smile — one that's only recently been reserved for her — and tears the ropes free of her hands.

"hey, sweetheart. you didn't think you'd be doing this alone, did ya?" he asks, trying to lighten the mood as he rips off a piece of flannel off of his shirt and wraps it around her leg that's currently bleeding out.

tears find their way to her eyes again as her bottom lip trembles.

"they're going to kill them, logan." she cries out, not being able to think about anything else.

a look of both anger and worry for laura and the other kids finds its way to his face as he helps her up, before placing one of her arms over his shoulder.

"don't worry. we're going to help them."

"promise?" she asks in a whisper.

he nods as he begins to walk further into the woods, in the direction of the screaming kids.

"i promise. we're not leaving until they're safe. alright?" he tells her as she starts to walk on her own, ignoring the pain.

she nods, agreeing with him. "good. because i had the same idea." she mumbles as they get to the entrance of the field that the children are being dragged to.

ultimately, with some hesitation, the couple decides to split up.

though, logan hands her some weapons to help her, before placing a loving kiss to her temple and murmuring a 'be safe'.

then, they're both sneaking around trying to scope the area out, and trying to find an opening to get this shit done without too much blood and death.

worry and confusion fills [y/n] as logan hurries right into the middle of the field, obviously going for the confrontation approach as she finds laura.

the girl hides behind her by a tree as they both watch the scene playing out before them.

"oh, look who it is!" one of them sarcastically exclaims, before slamming the end of his gun into a boy's head, immediately knocking him out.

the doctor and logan talk; the doctor tries to play nice, while logan is just not having it.

while there's nothing much happening, [y/n] kneels down and faces laura.

"you think you can go to your friends without getting caught? i gotta help logan get the bad guys, okay?"

laura nods, silent worry evident on her face, but she doesn't say anything as she sneaks back towards the nearest vehicle, which is where the rest of the other kids are being held by.

[y/n] takes a deep breath as she begins to sneak closer, making sure if a fight happens, she'll be able to step in — even if she is only human.

but then, suddenly, logan shoots both donald and the doctor in pure anger.

donald yells in pain, holding his now destroyed hand and runs over to one of the other vehicles closest to him.

the fighting starts as laura attacks some of the men, near the rest of the children.

one of the other kids being held uses their powers to electrecute the men sitting inside the vehicle.

[y/n] takes the moment to step forward and shoot two of the men in the head, shocking the kids.

then, she turns to laura. "get you and your friends out of here. logan and i will handle the rest."

laura wordlessly nods as she helps the kids get up and get out of their handcuffs.

but, as logan follows the asshole that no longer has a hand anymore, the other version of the wolverine — the evil one — appears behind one of the doors of the vehicle and shoves him back with pure rage.

"logan!" [y/n] yells, stepping forward in distress as she completely forgets about the kids that are getting ready to run.

the two wolverines continue to fight each other — the evil version having more of an upper-hand.

laura takes out the rest of the men as [y/n] steps forward when the evil wolverine stabs logan in the back and throws him into the air, far away from him.

something dark swirls around in her gut — some of it is just her being protective of logan, and the other is something that she's never felt before in her entire life.

"get the hell away from him, you fucking piece of shit!" she screams as she steps in front of logan protectively and starts shooting her gun.

this, though — no matter how many times or where she shoots her gun at him — only makes him more angry.

becoming a little nervous, [y/n] backs up as she pulls out one of her daggers.

just as he gets close enough to her to hurt her, she thrusts the weapon into his side.

but, this has no effect on him as he shoves his claws into her gut — repeating history.

a shocked gasp leaves her as she tries to keep the whimpers of pain shoved deep inside of her.

logan growls as he watches the evil version of him find satisfaction in hurting her.

then, as he stands up, [y/n] slowly backs up — despite all of the pain she feels — as the claws pull themselves out of her stomach.

the evil wolverine prepares to strike her again, but logan isn't about to let that happen; he rushes forward and shoves her behind him as he uses all of his strength to throw the much more powerful monster away from them.

then, he grabs a broken door off of the ground and tries to take out his head from his neck with it.

but, it doesn't help that when the monstrous version of logan sees the doctor dead on the ground.

there's also donald deciding to motivate him by telling him that logan killed him — this obviously brings him to fight back against logan and shove him and the door to the ground.

he growls angrily as [y/n] runs over to help logan get up.

but, then, donald shoots a graveling hook into one of logan's legs.

[y/n] yells out in pure irritation as she turns to shoot him in the head.

he lets out a shocked breath as he falls to the ground.

[y/n]'s not sure if that killed him or not, but at least he'll be done for — at least, for a few minutes.

while both [y/n] and laura are busy trying to fight different people, logan angrily rips the hook out of his leg, yelling in beyond-imaginable pain.

more of the kids appear to drown donald in the nature of the grass, which eventually kills him.

as the evil wolverine goes for laura, logan and [y/n] share a look, before she's running to get the little girl to stay behind her, while logan stays to fight the other version of him.

"stay behind me, okay? this isn't your fight."

laura — for the first time in a while — sends her mother-figure a terrified look.

[y/n] sighs regretfully. "it's okay. he's not going to touch you." she says, before facing the evil logan before them.

as she notices that the kid that donald had with him, is trying to lift up a heavy truck near them, [y/n] grabs laura's hand and shoves her in logan's direction.

"you guys need to get out of here."

"no! not without you!" laura yells, tears filling her eyes as logan pulls her close and hesitantly keeps her behind him.

[y/n] gulps down her pride as she allows a few tears to escape. "i know. but, you have to. logan will protect you — i promise. but, you have to go. now!" she yells, before the monster in front of them comes to notice them all very quickly.

laura hesitates, but stays with logan.

"sweetheart—" logan begins to say, but [y/n] refuses to look him in the eyes as she steps forward and tries to fight off the evil version of him — she can't look him in the eyes as she realizes that there's only one way this is going to end.

and if it's going to be up to her, she'll do just about anything to make sure he and laura — and the other kids that remain — get out of there safely, and alive.

as she fights the monster once more, [y/n] yells to the real logan, not turning to look at him, "get yourselves out of here! i didn't survive all of this, just for you to die on my watch. go!"

the pain in her body becomes even much more hard to bear as she pushes the evil logan back, just as the other kid is able to make it so that the truck lands directly on top of him.

with a sigh of relief, logan and laura start walking towards [y/n], but, she's not willing to risk that monster surviving this and killing them and everyone else.

"no! you guys have to go!"

but, it's too late.

just as she turns back to face the vehicle, one side lifts itself up, before falling back down — he's still alive.

the thought of having to watch them die brings back the searing, hot tears as she runs over to them and pushes them further away.

"go, please!" she cries out, needing to do anything to keep them safe.

the evil wolverine eventually escapes from under the truck and when he's standing — quite angrily and vengeful, might i add — he runs straight for her.

though, instead of running in the other direction, [y/n] clutches her dagger and runs straight at him.

once she reaches him, she swallows down her fear and slams the tip of the dagger straight into the side of his head as she kicks him back, his back hitting the edge of one of the many vehicles.

this only makes him more angry, though; in a fit of more intensified rage, he slams his claws into her stomach — for the second time that day — before dragging her to a broken stump with sharp edges surrounding it.

as body meets sharpness and wood, laura screams out as the blood spurts out of [y/n]'s lips.

she chokes as she struggles to breath — even more so, this time — body wracking with breathless sobs.

her eyes meet logan's.

his face is utterly torn. tears — something he never has let happen in a very long, long time — have spilled to his cheeks.

"p—please... " she cries out in between the blood that's repeatedly falling from her lips and the struggle to breathe as the evil logan mercilessly shoves her back against the sharp edges of wood, before stabbing her with his claws once, twice...

"g—get her out... of h—here!" she finishes, just before laura has had enough and snaps, grabbing one of the guns off of the ground and shoots the monster straight in the head.

this destroys half of his face, before he limply falls to the ground, unmoving.

both logan and laura run over to [y/n] as she lets out a choked sigh of relief, grateful that she doesn't have to endure any more new injuries.

though, she's still growing more and more weak by every passing second.

the little girl sobs loudly as she drops the gun to the ground beside them.

without another thought, she lies her head on [y/n]'s chest.

she moves her very shaky hand up to hold laura's as she tries to stay awake — just for a bit longer.

her breaths become much more hollow as logan falls to his knees, right in front of her, on the other side of her.

his face is filled with so many different emotions; love, fear, guilt, worry.

"you know... m—meeting you, james," she pauses, gulping in pain as she tries to find the words she needs to say before it's too late, while logan's heart almost stops beating at the realization that she just called him by his real name.

"it... was the best thing that ever happened to me... " she trails off as an extremely pain-filled cough with more blood falling from her lips escapes her.

laura cries once more, not wanting to lose the woman who's only ever protected and loved her, despite all the bad things she was forced to do.

"don't go... " she lets out as her tears fall onto [y/n]'s weaker-by-the-minute-body.

[y/n] chokes on her own cries as she clutches the little girl's hand in a tighter grasp.

"i—i'm so sorry." she cries out as her heart pangs at what her possible death is doing to both laura and logan.

he clenches his jaw angrily as he bites down on his bottom lip in frustration.

"why didn't you just let me take care of this?" he asks in a tight tone of voice, trying to ignore the extra tears swirling around in his eyes.

she gives him a sad smile, her heart breaking completely. "because... it had to be me." she croaks out as another coughing fit begins to escape her.

"and because i... i couldn't lose you guys... because i—i love you," she whispers, starting to hate the fact that right when the three of them had just started to feel like a real family, something like this tears them apart — forever.

"b—both of you." she finishes, more blood trailing around her lips and sliding down to her chin.

hearing those words leave her lips allows logan to feel so much pain that the tears finally spill.

he ducks his head down, trying to hide his emotions.

[y/n] frowns as she notices this.

"it's... okay. i wouldn't have this any other way," she states as she cups his cheek with her other bloody hand. "dying for the man i love, and... the little girl that's become like my d—daughter? it... s—sounds kinda like a pe—perfect ending to a great story." she murmurs, trying to hide how much she wishes to just stay with them.

but, on another hand, she's also made peace with it — that she's going to die.

because — deep down — despite how much she didn't want to accept it, she knew that sacrificing herself for the people she loves dearly, is the only way she wanted to go out.

"logan... " she coughs, once more, as her breaths becomes much more shallow — death is almost about to knock on her door.

he looks at her, waiting for her to tell him what she needs to.

"p—please... be happy. don't... d—don't let my death be the end of the happiness and the good life you both deserve."

as those words sink into his head, he desperately wants to tell her that there is no happiness or life without her — she's become like home to him.

for the first time, in a very long time, he's grown to want the life he's tried to avoid having — he's been punishing himself for so long that meeting her was the one exception to actually wanting that life. but, with her.

but, before he can say anything — and tell her this — she turns to laura, who hasn’t pulled away from her as she tries to desperately wipe away her tears.

"laur, baby, everything's going to be alright, okay? i know that you're scared. and you have every r—right to... to be. but, logan's gonna protect you and take care of you, o—okay?" she murmurs in stutters, trying to hold on for as long as she can, starting to feel how slow her heart is beating now.

laura cries harder as [y/n] takes one deep breath. "do—don't... don't be the m—monster they made... made you i—into — be b—better." she whispers as her breaths slows now.

before the last beat of her heart hits her body, she sighs with a content, happy smile, despite dying so fast. "take care of e—each o—other... for m—me, o—okay?"

then, as that last beat hits her body and heart, the light slowly leaves her eyes and her face begins to relax as both of her hands drop to the ground, limp and unmoving.

"no!" laura yells in anger and fear as the emotions quickly escape her, now realizing that she's gone.

logan, not being able to handle his own grief, stands up and walks over to laura, without saying anything as he kneels down beside her.

laura jumps into his arms and lets everything out.

they both stand there for god knows how long, only drowning in their grief, with the other kids standing behind them, feeling pity and sympathy for them.

[y/n] may have only known them for a small amount of time, but still, she made an impression on them, for the better.

[elementary-my-dear-daddy]

Cafe

Analoceit (Virgil, Trans!Logan, and Janus)

Warnings: D/S dynamic, Edging, Vibrators, Exhibitionism/In Public

Read it on AO3!

This fic was inspired by this post by @pupplaylogan! Hope ya like it Revy :)

Summary: Janus and Virgil take Logan on a date to a cafe to try something new. Hopefully he'll be able to finish his drink with a vibe in his underwear and a lot of teasing.

“Are you guys ready to go?”

Virgil asked, waiting in the doorway of the bedroom, watching as Logan and Janus were getting ready. The three of them planned a brunch date at a local cafe that morning, since their date nights lately consisted of parallel play that left them wanting more interaction from each other. Sure just sitting together drawing, reading, and crocheting together was nice, but it was getting a bit old and they needed a change of scenery.

“Almost.” Replied Logan from their bathroom, fixing his hair and tie in the mirror. Janus had walked out from the closet half-dressed to meet Virgil, “Why don’t you go start the car, love, we’ll be out in a sec.”

Virgil shrugged and went to go grab the keys. Once he left, Janus hummed and turned to Logan, “You look absolutely ravishing, darling.”

“Hm? Oh, thank you Jan-mmph!” Logan tried to respond only to be cut off by his boyfriend shoving two fingers into his mouth. Janus donned an ear-splitting grin as he looked down at the other, “I think you might be missing a few things though~”

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Virgil was just about to go in to check on the two when they stepped into the garage. He noted Logan’s new manner of dress, a size-too-big knit black sweater, indigo pencil skirt, black tights, heels, and the thin silver choker he and Janus got him for their 3 year anniversary. Of course Janus had to indulge in his dress-up kink right now. He rolled his eyes affectionately as the two piled into the car.

“I was gonna ask what took so long but I think I figured it out.” Virgil said, starting to pull out of the driveway and drive down the road. 

“What? I couldn’t help myself! I love how flustered it makes him.” Janus glanced back at Logan, who had both his arms and legs crossed while he looked out the window. It was just then when Janus pulled out his phone and opened a special app that would allow him to control the vibe currently resting against Logan’s clit. They were still traveling in the residential area they lived in, and as soon as they drove over a speed bump Janus would turn the vibe up onto its max setting momentarily.

Logan let out a squeak and grabbed at his crotch, the feeling gone almost instantly. A blush formed across his cheeks as he met Virgil’s eyes in the rear-view.

“You good, L?”

“Y-yeah. Yes, I’m fine. Apologies, the speed bump, uh, scared me.” 

Virgil looked between him and Janus, “Hm. If you say so.”

Logan sighed and bit his lip. It happened twice more before they arrived at the cafe, but he was able to hide his noises after the first occurrence. 

Virgil had pulled into a spot up front and parked the car. Janus got out first to open the door for Logan, who gave him a glare as he got out. As soon as the car was locked (8 extra times, so Virgil was sure it really was locked) Janus had pulled out his phone again and set the vibe on a low setting. Logan still had a visible reaction, walking with a different cadence with his hands straight at his sides. Virgil kept an eye on him as he walked trying to figure out what was going on with him. 

“Lo?”

“Mhm?”

“What’d he do to you before we left?”

“Oh, Virgil, don’t be such a worrywort. We just wanted to have a little fun today!” Janus smiled at the two of them, a glint of mischievousness in his eye. 

Virgil squinted at him, “He isn’t acting normal and he was before I left to start the car which means you’re behind this.”

“What ever could you mean?” Janus walked into the cafe with a wink.

Virgil and Logan followed, the former helping Logan by taking his hand and leading him in. They approached the cash register to order their drinks, with Janus quickly taking the lead. When it came to Logan’s turn, he felt the vibrations increase even more. He cleared his throat and managed to stutter his way through his order, fortunately not receiving more attention than a question about whether or not he wanted his drink hot or iced. 

Logan tugged on Janus’ sleeve like a shy child as Virgil ordered and paid. He got close and whispered, “May I go sit down?”

“Ask nicely.” Janus replied.

“May I please go sit down, Master?” Logan whispered behind gritted teeth.

“Well, I suppose so. Go on.”

Logan rushed over to a booth in the corner of the cafe, tucked in the back so no one would see him hide his head down in his folded arms and shallowly thrust against the vibe. Soon both his lovers found him with drinks in hand, Virgil sliding next to him while Janus casually sipped his drink from across the table.

“Alright, quit dodging the question. What did you do?” Virgil questioned, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Janus huffed, “Must you always ruin the surprise? Fine. I made him wear his favorite vibrator and dressed him up. And planned on teasing him mercilessly till we went back home. But am I really at fault here? Look at him, he’s loving this!”

Virgil looked down at Logan, who currently had one hand in between his thighs to soothe the assault on his clit and one over his mouth to prevent any noises from slipping out. He rubbed his back as he realized what was happening.

“Jesus Jan, you really are a sadist.”

“Oh please like you’re not the one to give him a bruised ass and scratch marks.” Janus said while mindlessly amping up Logan’s vibe further.

“Only when he begs me for it.” Virgil smirked and made Logan take his hand away from his thighs, instead replacing it with his own, “Right, L?”

“Mmm, Uh-huh. Oh fuck Janus~ ”

“You’re so tense, baby. Why don’t you take a sip of your drink?” Janus offered Logan his cup. He managed to hold it and take a shaky sip, setting it back down quickly. 

Virgil reached underneath his skirt, running two fingers down the length of his cunt through his underwear, “You should feel him, he’s fucking dripping.”

“Aw, well we don’t want him making too much of a mess, do we?” Janus immediately turned the vibe off, causing Logan to emit a loud whine. He bucked his hips into Virgil’s hand, who moved to tease and pinch his thighs instead, “Calm down, L. We’re in public . You don’t wanna get caught, do you?”

Logan shook his head, “No, Sir.”

Virgil put an arm around him, meanwhile Janus just gave him a cheeky grin, “Logan, sweetheart, would you be a dear and go grab me a few sugars and a stirrer?”

“Um, can’t Virgil? He’s closer and he’d have to get up already-”

“I didn’t ask him, I asked you. Don’t make me ask again.” Janus spat with a much darker tone.

Logan looked between him and Virgil, biting his lip and nodding, knowing that Janus was going to make this difficult. Virgil got up and allowed Logan to scoot out, at least he could be thankful they didn’t make him crawl under the table. As soon as he stood, the vibe started again, making a wave of pleasure rush through his body. His legs felt weak, but he just had to put one foot in front of the other to get to the station at the front with helpings of sweetener and other various drink add-ins. Simple.

It was, in fact, not simple whatsoever. Janus put the vibrations on an oscillating pattern so every step made him want to drop to the floor and whimper and moan. He was sweating by the time he grabbed a handful of sugar packets and a stirrer. He had to pause before deciding to just book it back to the table.

Logan was greeted with Virgil and Janus snickering in the corner, watching him struggle back. He practically collapsed into Virgil's side when he sat down, slamming Janus’ request down in front of him. His boyfriends just chuckled.

Virgil reached down beneath his skirt again, “Is there something wrong, babe?”

“ ‘S so much, please. ” 

“You don’t even know what you’re begging for, huh?” Virgil asked, pressing the vibrator harder against him

“Ahhhh~ please Sir, ‘m close!” 

“Really? You’re gonna cum in public like some pathetic whore?”

“ Yes. ”

Virgil and Janus shared a look. Janus pulled out his phone and ramped the vibrations up to max. Finally, Logan would be able to tip over the edge and this merciless teasing would be over!

All at once the vibrations stopped, suddenly deriving him of any relief.

“No no no no no -” Logan tried to buck his hips to seek any friction, but Virgil's strong hands pinned him down and prevented him from doing so. He whined and rested his head down on the table in front of him.

Janus leaned down to be at his eye level, “You’ll get off when we let you. And that certainly won’t be in public where anyone can see.”

He slid out of the booth and stood, “Come on, maybe we should just go home. I don’t see you being able to last much longer out here.”

Virgil gave Logan a nudge, who in turn just groaned. He felt like he was about to turn into a puddle of goo if he was edged any more and his legs barely worked. 

“Up, Lo, I’ll carry you once we’re home. C’mon.” Virgil gave him another push.

He finally mustered the strength to stand, and with the help of Janus and Virgil, he made it to the car. After Virgil made on his promise to carry Logan into the house, the rest of the night was filled with more teasing torture. He would groan and beg for his doms to let up, only to be met with tasks to fulfill while his toy still continued to vibrate. 

They’d need to do this more often.

[icebrooding]

Woke up feeling salty again abt the way they wrote Trahearne out. If I analyse enough, I can find even fitting reasons why, but it doesn't mean it doesn't make me still salty.

Like, I wonder which reason it was for. The right end to his character arc? (I don't agree). Didn't know what to do with him anymore? Because he was very, very disliked amongst players at the time? Maybe even just they wanted to bring the remaining members of DE into the foreground and couldn't really think of a way other than what they ended up writing in? Have Trahearne die, make it another concrete reason for the Commander to quit the Pact, place Logan in there as Pact Marshal so he still would frequently be in contact w/ the Comm, and have Rytlock and Caithe be part of DW and thus be still relevant and prominent characters.

I feel like there's basically a whole slew of solutions, of which I have some. All of these involve him surviving HoT, obviously.

A) Have Trahearne retire and spend his time recuperating in the Grove if you just don't know what to do with him yet. He's been through a lot of trauma, likely would need a long time to recover both physically and mentally, and with the rampant levels of sylvari-oriented racism it would make sense for his character for him to give up his position to someone he knows is a trusted, responsible figure if it makes people less afraid/regain confidence in the Pact itself.

B) Have him part ways with the Commander and the Pact after HoT. For the same reasons above, but this would be him departing on his own to find himself. I would say have him kind of come back and forth from the story, bumping into the Commander on his travels, but this would be too much like Canach's post-HoT appearances. This way they could bring him back if they found another need for him, and can keep him out of mind, but without the need to kill him. Hell, they could have used this to eventually bring back Malyck by having Trahearne find him and his tree during his travels and settling there for a while.

C) Have him join DW himself after stepping down from the Pact. After all, he is very attached to the Commander. This would be a thorn (hah) in the side of players who don't like him, but with the Commander being the de-facto leader, it might mitigate some of the 'he stole muh main character spotlight' complaints going forward. This would also give him ample room for self-discovery, and it would be amusing to see how his 'makes friends anywhere with anyone' trait could come into play in places outside central Tyria.

There is a whole laundry list of things they could have done with him, and I just can't wrap my head around the concept that killing him was the best way to go about it. Like, it's not. Fun or enjoyable at all to see someone who has spent twenty plus years of their life, for their whole life, working towards a goal that isn't theirs, and then dying before even getting a chance to establish their own sense of self.

Maybe I'm just a simp (I am, for him) but I just feel like there was so much more they could have done with him.

[tokillamockingbird427]

Ever since i saw someone's post about how Hesh and Logan probably cried and huddled together in Elias' bed after his death, i can't stop crying about it...

Like Hesh holding Logan tight, both still trying to process what happened, dealing with their feelings. Hesh needing to hold Logan after feeling as helpless as he must have in that moment and now finally having atleast his brother back. And Logan needing to be held and maybe even reassured, because you can't tell me he didn't put a whole lot of guilt on himself for not being able to actually stop Rorke.

(I feel like they also did something similar after their mum died, just that Elias was there too holding the both of them)

Merrick finds them after a little when everyone gets a bit concerned about not having seen them both in a bit, and he sees them huddled together like this. In that moment his dad switch goes and he sits himself next to the bed, not invading their space, while also showing them that he's there if they need someone.

Also just a little aside, Logan probably also just scrubbed himself raw after that, because you cannot tell me, he wouldn't have his dad's blood all over himself with how close he was and would scrub harshly at himself to get it all off even if it's already technically gone, til someone comes and stops him

-a very sleep deprived 🐑(I'm literally writing this at 3:22am and i haven't slept one bit)

*SOBS* AUGGHHHHHH

The Ghosts already kinda picked up on the whole "Logan and Hesh are always near each other thing." Elias always adored telling them about (As a funny anecdote for conversation, but with a lot of pride+love for them in his tone) but they really see it show after the Luxor; They hung out a lot pre-Vegas, and would stay in the same general area to stay close, but they weren't up and attached at the hip. After Vegas they practically share a single shadow. Walk on each other's toes. Even sleep together, not in the same bed because bunks on navy vessels, but they'd make up a spot on the floor in the Ghost's area.

(Not so) fun fact; The Final Assault, the battle over LOKI + the beach, takes place seven days after the Luxor. Given they had to travel down the coast to reach the ground array, my guess is they were on the aircraft carrier for most if not all of that week. My assumption is they buried Elias sometime before then, maybe even in the San Diego area because it's south of Vegas and on the coast. (South west)

I've thought about that as like a one shot btw. My idea is just like what you said; That he scrubbed himself raw trying to get rid of the blood+memory of it. He was like right there when Rorke shot Elias, besides needing to clean off himself from his own wounds he very likely got junk on himself. Though I'd like to know how big the "splatter zone" was so to speak, for the sake of accuracy, not morbidity.

I should write about it but we'll have to see if I can hold myself up to that lol.

[itsaash]

O'Knutzy Week

I'll be posting parts of the same story each day this week! It's a cubs au where Finn's spending the summer at his parent's house in the Hamptons and Leo is their private chef. Established LeLo. Characters by @lumosinlove, for @oknutzyweek2023

and the whole part of Leo at the grocery store is co-written by @heyitssmiller

Part 4 was kind of short, so I decided to just post everything I have done! Thank you for reading and this has been so fun, to be filled with love for the cubs all week.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Part 4

After afternoon mojitos, Leo cleaned the kitchen to prep for dinner. First he made the apricot shortcakes for dessert that he had practised on Logan at home (yes he had refrained from mentioning that they were called shortcakes when he had fed them to Logan, with lots of whipped cream … he pulled himself back from those memories while trying to work…) He breaded the chicken cutlets, grilled the romaine (and felt half melted while outside, the sun was out today) and put together a pasta salad with grape tomatoes, sundried tomatoes, and his homemade pesto. Haley and Ramsey were bubbly and kind and alternated between teasing Finn and earnestly asking about his day and his work. Leo loved watching them interact, it reminded him of his own mama in her big kitchen. The windows would be open there, too, although the smells filling the kitchen might be spicier and fuller.

Leo plated the food with garnishes on the beautiful pottery serving dishes and set it all out on the island for the O’Hara’s and the couple they had over that night to serve themselves. All of them were kind, but Finn, when Finn locked eyes with him to say thank you, Leo felt his heart rise up like it was going to float right out, and he quirked a smile back at Finn before turning to finish the dishes.

Finn had gone outside to eat with his parents, and Leo knew he'd eat a bit later, so he finished the dishes and plated the apricot shortcakes, with rather less whipped cream than he had given Logan, and set them out for when everyone was done eating.

They came back inside surrounded by laughter and the smell of the summer sunshine around them like a haze. Everyone cooed over the desserts.

“Are you feeding us a fried egg with whipped cream, Leo?” Finn teased. “Seems like a stretch, but what do I know.”

Leo rolled his eyes but joined the laughter. “Yes, Finn. It’s an egg. Add some salt and let me know what you think.”

Finn seemed to consider it, looking around the big kitchen, presumably for salt. Leo laughed and pushed his shoulder to guide him back outside. He looked down at his hand, on the back of Finn’s shoulder, at how every place his hand was touching was covered by a constellation of freckles. Leo huffed a laugh and said, “Just go eat it you plebeian, trust me it’s great. And it’s not an egg, it’s an apricot, a perfectly halved apricot, perfectly baked in perfectly flaky dough.”

Finn looked over his shoulder at Leo, his eyes taking in Leo’s hand, still on his shoulder, then travelled up to Leo’s face. A smile as wide as New York grew across Finn’s face.

“I do trust you, Leo. Can’t wait.”

Leo smiled back and dropped his hand as Finn went back to sit with his parents. He shook his head and went back to the never ending sink of dishes and looked out the window as he worked. He focused his eyes and mind on each colour of green of the leaves, the shapes of blue and white shifting across the sky, the pops of yellow and orange from flowers. There definitely were not images of freckled skin dancing behind his eyes.

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Part 5

The next morning, Sunday, after fluffy pancakes and crisp bacon, Leo needed to grab a couple of things for a change in plans for the one more dinner of the weekend. And somewhat reluctantly, when they were sharing an early morning coffee, he had agreed to Finn’s enthusiastic request to join him shopping. Leo loved his big heart, his contagious happiness, his ability to bring out smiles on even the worst of days. But he also loved his colour coded and military precise grocery store runs. But it would be ok. He only needed a few things.

Five minutes into the store and Finn was testing Leo’s patience in the sweetest, cutest way possible and it was driving Leo insane because those two things shouldn’t go together. “Sweet” and “testing Leo’s patience” were separate, non homogeneous, like oil and water - they shouldn’t mix. Yet here they were. His heart felt floaty again, despite anxiety quickening its beats, just a bit.

See, going to the grocery store was Leo’s home turf, his safe haven. He did it multiple times a week. It was part of his job. So naturally, he had a system - lists of what they needed from each aisle (starting from the front of the store and looping back around to the checkout counters, Leo was nothing if not efficient), the way he organised the cart, the way he didn’t take detours. It was a well-oiled machine: get in, get the things he needed, get out. Short and sweet.

And then came Finn, blowing it all to smithereens.

He meant well. It was actually very sweet, how he ended up tagging along to the store this time. It was his mama’s birthday and Leo had called her early, knowing she’d be up already for her run. He had sung to her over the phone, making her laugh. They had talked about what they were each cooking that day, and what he could make for her next time they were together. So, really, he was missing home. And after he had hung up the phone and Finn had stumbled into the kitchen earlier than expected and instantly picked up on Leo’s melancholy, he had told Finn the reason. He was like that - always attentive, always sensitive to the moods of others. And Leo liked to talk when he cooked (Finn joked that he should just start recording and he’d have his own cooking show in no time) so the story had come out pretty quickly, Leo rambling away while mixing pancake batter and Finn sat at the bar and listened, all keen-eyed and sympathetic and engrossed in Leo’s words.

The things this boy did to Leo’s heart.

One thing led to another and now here they were, with Leo’s original dinner plan of kebabs on the grill scratched and his mama’s ingredients for her homemade gumbo crammed into the bottom margin of his grocery list. Finn had asked Leo to tell him about his mama, and while he was cutting bananas for the pancakes he had mentioned gumbo and Finn had apparently never had gumbo??

Finn was… well. He was doing things to Leo that he wasn’t sure he wanted to admit to. But if something was going to hold his floating heart down to earth, it was how Finn clearly saw the sanctity of the grocery store in a very different light than Leo.

They were in the produce section, Leo grabbing okra and onions while Finn darted off towards whatever caught his eye.

“Leo!” he called, much too loudly, bless him. “Leo, look at this! What the hell is it?”

In his hands was some dulse, red-ish in color and leafy-looking. He held it up with his fingers and flopped it around with a delighted laugh. “Oh my god, it’s so weird!”

“That’s dulse,” Leo told him, smiling when Finn repeated it after him, rolling the word around on his tongue.

“What’s dulse?”

“Seaweed.”

Finn dropped the dulce with a banshee shriek. The offending seaweed hit the linoleum floor with a wet smack. People were staring. Leo grabbed at Finn’s waist to keep him from escaping and slapped a hand over his mouth, laughing as he did. “Shh!” he hissed, the word shaky as he continued to giggle. He couldn’t see Finn’s smile, but he could tell it was there, under his palm, by the way his eyes crinkled up at the corners. Leo removed his hand (selfishly and maybe a little deviously keeping the other at his waist, unable to resist), if only to see that smile even more. There it was - that lopsided, boyish smile that Leo was trying more and more to bring out as often as he could.

“Leo,” Finn said gravely, “cooker of delicious foods, please promise to never cook with that stuff.”

Leo picked up the offending dulse and inspected it, watching Finn shudder out of the corner of his eye. “Why not? I’ve heard this stuff is real good for you - lots of antioxidants and all.”

“We can get antioxidants somewhere else, please put the seaweed away now.” Finn’s attention was grabbed by something else and he gasped, running off and inquiring. “What are these?”

It was hard for Leo to be frustrated at his ruined grocery store routine when the wrecker of said routine was so damn cute. He was cradling a bamboo shoot of all things in his hands, looking down at it with puppy-dog eyes and a slight pout to his lips. “Leo. They’re so cute.”

“I- it’s a bamboo shoot?”

“You can cook with these?”

Leo grabbed one as well, rolling it in his hand experimentally. “Guess so. I’ve never used it.”

He wondered what their flavour profile was like. Were they hard or tender? Did they need to be blanched first? Were they primarily used as a garnish or was there nutritional value there?

Finn was suddenly in his line of vision, bent over awkwardly to do so, still cradling his bamboo shoot with a hopeful, pleading expression on his face.

They didn’t need the bamboo shoots; they weren’t on the list - hell, Leo didn’t even know how to use them.

But how was he supposed to say no to that face?

“Grab a few more,” he acquiesced, watching that smile appear again (goddamnit) as Finn lunged for more of them gleefully.

Leo pulled out his phone, not nearly as resigned as he pretended to be, and looked up new bamboo shoot recipes. He’d have the big kitchen to experiment in next week, after all.

Part 6 - free space: cliffhanger ;)

Finn was bouncing, and he knew it, and he couldn’t stop. It was a sunny day, the trees were perfectly and aesthetically manicured, the kitchen was clean and ready for Leo’s genius to arrive, his work was done, and Leo would be coming to stay for 10 whole days. 10 days! He had a running list in his mind of what they’d do during the week, on days where they could grab dinner at a food truck or pack sandwiches for lunch and do all the things Leo usually didn’t get to do on his weekends here. The beach, obviously. Put Leo beside the old wooden pathway down to the white sand beach, it could be a postcard. If the sun could stay shining they could bring a picnic blanket and spend time by the turquoise water.

If Logan wanted to, Finn supposed. His stomach flipped again at the thought of Leo’s boyfriend, that unknown factor might slow his bounce a little … but if Leo loved him, then he must be great, right? If he didn’t treat Leo well, well Finn didn’t know what he’d do. Not keep his mouth shut, probably.

No, a social studies teacher who Leo loves? Finn was sure they’d get along. He’d read that new biography book this summer after all, that seemed like it should be right up the alley of a teacher. And he’d have to make sure to let them have time together on their own too. He had made sure there were extra towels and hangers in the room Leo usually stayed in. Everything was ready.

He checked the train schedule, again, they would be here soon. He picked up a cloth to reflexively wipe the countertop, realised it was already shining, got the broom instead. He cycled through sweeping, and lining up the glasses in straight lines, and moving a vase of flowers around the room at least three times. When he got a text from Leo that they were leaving the train station, he went outside. He pulled dead flowers off the plants at the front of the house. The strong scent of marigolds filled his nose as he pulled the dried flowers off with a satisfying snap. Were you even supposed to deadhead flowers? Or let the plant reabsorb them? He didn’t know, but these ones were far too satisfying to stop, and the smell helped him take a few deep breaths, and he felt a bit more settled by the time an uber pulled up to the end of the driveway. He headed down the driveway, intent on helping them with any bags. He smiled wide as he saw Leo’s tall frame unfold from the car.

“Hi Leo!” Finn called as he got closer, waving. “Here let me take that,” he said as he reached for a duffle bag at Leo’s feet.

“Well, hello Finn. Good to see you. You didn’t have to meet us at the car. I do know my way to the front door, having been here once or twice before,” Leo teased.

Finn laughed, pushed his hand through his hair.

“Oh, yeah, I know. I was done working though and was outside anyways.”

“That’s sweet of you.” Leo turned slightly, looking over his shoulder. Finn followed his gaze to a shorter, dark haired man coming around the other side of the car. “Finn, this is Logan, my boyfriend. Thank you so much for inviting us to stay this week.”

Logan rounded the car as Leo was talking. He took his sunglasses off and looked down to tuck them in his shirt, before looking up at Finn.

“Oh mon dieu,” Logan sputtered.

“Holy shit,” Finn gasped, barely audible. And then both of them:

“It’s you??!”

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Through The Heart Is The Only Way. Chapter Five. "What Are The Odds?" Poly!Chiffany X FEM! AFAB! Reader.

Hey, hey, hey! Well here I am! I wanted to get this out before weeks end and here it is! The latest update to my current long fic! It has been over a month since the last update but this one is long, a lot happens, much spice, a ton of ground covered and I hope it more than makes up for the wait! Let’s not waste time, this is a big turning point, let’s go! Masterlist for the rest of the series here. 

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 11.5K. Charles Lee Ray X Tiffany Ray Valentine X FEM! AFAB! Reader. She/Her Pronouns. Warnings: Kissing. Making Out. Semi-Public. Don’t Get Caught. Teasing. Taunting. Grinding. Glove Kink. Vaginal Fingering. Cunnlingus. Day Date. Skating. Alcohol Consumption. Cum Eating. Bets. Smoking. Ranting About How Much New York City Sucks. Groping. Biting. 

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You floated through the week with intense anticipation and thoughts of them as you waited for the weekend and the pair of them to come and see you. Day in, day out, waiting with bated breath and unreasonably excited to see them. On Friday night when you had a lull in the shift you are near the bar, in between rounds of your tables, taking a quick moment. Logan was busy serving, you were watching, keeping an eye on the room when Rachel came up, she looked, worried, nervous? 

You leaned over, tapped her elbow and asked over the noise and music of the club, “You good Rach?”

She looked over at you, head whipping in your direction, as if she didn’t even notice you were right there until you touched her and spoke to her. She forced a too tight smile you have seen before spread across her features when some customer leers too close for her comfort, her eyes give it away. You knew her too well to be fooled, even as she assured, “Yeah, yeah I’m fine.”

You gave her a very unimpressed look and she buckled almost immediately. A roll of her eyes with a groan, “Okay, okay, you’re right I’m not okay-”

“Yeah no shit, so what’s up?”  Even with the words you said, some care to inject some warmth into them was taken along with touching her arm lightly and she spilled like a glass of water on an uneven table. “So you know that guy who comes through and like never lets anyone but me serve him? Usually alone?”

You knew just who she meant, you responded, “Yeah Randall, what about him?”

“He hasn’t come by in a while.” She started. “How long is a while?” 

“Like a few weeks I guess…” She said softly and you hummed and responded easily, “But doesn’t he travel a lot for work? Could just be outta the country for a while, forgot to tell you he was going-”

“He always tells me though!” Rachel insisted her hand latched onto your wrist, she seemed really bothered and you said, “Okay, okay I believe you! But maybe it was last minute? He doesn’t have your number or anything, he only sees you here.”

She nodded, brows furrowing, “Yeah, yeah you think?” 

“Yeah! He is like obsessed with you! If he was in the city, he’d be here.” You assured and her expression softened, he squeezed your hand and said sincerely, “Thank you so much for calming me down, you’re right I was just freaking out over nothing, M’ sure he’s fine.”

“Oh of course, no problem at all.” You held out your arms and shared a quick hug, a few pats on the back before you see someone over Rachel’s shoulder at one of your tables gesturing for a drink, “Shit, sorry, duty calls but if you need to talk anytime, you know I am here for you, right?”

She pulled back, her hands in yours, “I know, I know, thanks again, now go!” She encouraged, picking up her own tray and you headed to the table, parting ways. The rest of the night was busy but during the clean up you checked in with her again, she got a lot of tips and was feeling fine and she suggested you do a shot before leaving with a smile and you knew for sure she was all good. 

The next day, Saturday, you find yourself looking at the door all evening just waiting for them, focusing on work was actually a challenge which is so unlike you. Normally you rock your job with ease, no fucking problem but tonight you were just a little too preoccupied to be doing it as perfectly as you normally did. 

Once you had truly settled in, started to get into the real rhythm of it, that is when they came in. You saw them enter, coats slung over their arms, not caring about the winter’s chill outside now that they were in the almost oppressively warm space of the club where you worked. You were in the middle of serving a table but still watched as they came in and meandered to one of the empty tables and as soon as you were done you made your move over to them, giddy to talk to them once more and check in. 

It had been days since your date and you had been thinking of them often, thinking of the awful movie you watched and laughed at, the pizza you shared and that steamy make out session in front of your apartment building of course. You’d been thinking of that last one a lot. Might have been falling asleep to it, well masturbating to a few solid orgasms before falling asleep to it. You made your approach and they noticed, the smiles already on their faces broadening upon seeing you, Tiffany throwing her coat onto the table and Chucky’s hands held out as she called out, “There she is!”

You were right in front of them now, tray in one hand resting on your hip and Tiffany grabbed your other hand, a small squeeze, the light touch was welcomed, sweet. You all hand’t talked about how physical you should be, you had been on like one fucking date and hadn’t commited to anything explicitly exclusive. They were together but no mention was made of what YOU were in relation to them. You were glad that they were taking it easy, you haven’t told anyone of course that you were doing this, great care was needed naturally for honestly a million reasons you didn’t really want to think about. 

Coat still over his arm as he leaned one arm onto the table, saying in a teasing tone that fit him so well, “Already rushing over, what a good girl.”

Him uttering those last two words in combination with how much you had been thinking of her and him lately hit hard. You tried your best to not outwardly show how it got to you, Tiffany gently nudged him with a fond roll of her eyes, “Jeeze, lay it on thicker why don’t you.”

“What? Am I not allowed to compliment her?” He teased further and she leaned over, her hand slipping out of yours and you wish she wouldn’t. She said, “Never said that but maybe keep it to a less public venue eh tiger?” 

He sighs like he is put out, a joking act as he says, “Whatever the lady wishes.”

You change the subject taking the opportunity to ask, “What can I get you two to drink?”

They ask you to surprise them yet again, a trend that seems to have stuck in their visits to your work so far. You get them drinks and are extra attentive to them all night, you work extra hard to make sure your other tables are more than satisfied so any time spent lingering with them is perfectly acceptable. They have a few drinks, throw you a good stack of tips, you laugh and talk and your next date is planned in a few days time for your next day off from work, Wednesday. They tell you they are excited for it and you have to admit you are too. They leave about an hour before close, you say your goodbyes, no hugs or kisses permitted obviously but sincere wishes to be well and that you are all equally looking forward to the date you have coming up. 

The last hour you work passes quickly and easily. You clean up with your co-workers, count tips, the pair tipped you the most by far, you wondered if you should feel weird about that, dating them but still accepting tip money. You pushed the thought from your mind, you went on one date and you deserved to get paid for your stellar service, you were amazing at your job and they clearly wanted to give you the money so you shouldn’t worry about this, not yet anyway. A good drink that made you feel warm down to your toes and fingertips as you left with Jackson and made your way to the train station.

You had been talking about the shift, Jackson talking about this cute guy he was thinking about asking out at a restaurant on the same street the club you worked in was at and you encouraged him to do so. “I mean he sounds fucking great you should go for it.”

“Yeah? Thanks! I totally will-” He sighed wistfully before looking over at you, “-but what about you?”

“What about me?”  You asked playing just a little dumb to which he scoffed, “I mean what about you! Are you dating anyone?”

“Noooo, no I am not.” You responded automatically and he hummed, “Hmmm, really? Then who were you getting so cosy with earlier?”

Shit he saw. “Who do you mean?”

“That tall blonde, the really hot one. Isn’t she the same one that you helped with that song request a while back?” He asked with a wide grin. 

Fuck.

You deflect, “Hot? Isn’t she not your type? Cuz she’s, you know, a she?” You asked and he laughed, his arm looping in yours, something you allowed, walking arm in arm with him as he said, “Listen I might be gay but I’m not fucking blind! The woman is gorgeous!”

You giggled along with him, “Alright good to know your reputation of good taste continues. But no, I am not seeing her.” 

“Why not? She clearly likes you.” He said and you responded, “Don’t you see how she is with the red-headed guy she comes in with?”

“Oh yeah, him. Shades, well dressed, fan of long coats and scarves?” He asked and you continued, “Yeah him, well they are together.”

“Ouch. Sorry to hear that babe.” He sighed. “Well maybe we can find you a hottie with a body soon, right? It’s been forever for you, I’m genuinely shocked you haven’t exploded from sheer frustration yet.”

“I mean I got hands, don’t I?” You said with a smile paired with an exaggerated gesture of jazz hands even with your arm still looped through his and he laughed again.

If it was just Tiffany you might have been able to tell him. Jackson was one of the only people you were out to, the only one at work anyway, gay and bi solidarity and all of that made the foundation of your strong friendship, mutual likes and shared job building much more onto that. Jackson was one of your co-workers you would jump to hang with outside of work first, every single time. Him accepting you being bisexual was one thing, him accepting you dating more than one person at once, dating a couple that was already together was a horse of a different color. And while Jackson is a friend of Dorothy, maybe he wasn’t down with the Emerald city and you think you weren’t ready to figure out where he stood yet.

The next day, Sunday, was average, much quieter in comparison to Saturday anyway. You end up talking with Logan at the bar during a lul. 

“Just tell meeee-” He whined and you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms on the bartop, “No because there is nothing to tell!”

“Stop lying! It is so obvious you are seeing someone! You can talk to me about it, I’m just happy you are back out there! Your last relationship was fucking how long ago?” 

“Oh my God Lo, you are relentless, I swear to fucking God I am not seeing anybody!” You try to argue but he tells you, “Bullshit! I see that fucking smile, all dopey and dumb!”

“Why are you calling her dumb excatly?” Marcy had sidled up to put in her current drink order, “Because that is the best descriptor for that dreamy little smile she gets on her face that tells me she is so clearly seeing somebody.” He reached out and attempted to boop your nose and you knocked his hand away, Marcy laughing over the interaction. 

“He is so nice to you.” Marcy said with a smile and you looked over to her, “Yeah isn’t he just?” 

A deep breath before you continued.

“Really Logan, I am not seeing anyone but if I fucking was, it is new and fresh and undefined, tenuous even and IF there was something to share you should trust I would share it when it’s more concrete.” You said seriously and he nodded, “Okay, see that makes sense. Thank you. I appreciate your honesty.” 

“What honesty? I am talking about hypotheticals Logan.” You said with a smile and he gave you a knowing look, “Right. Hypothetical.”  

“Anyway if you are done berating her for information she doesn’t have I have a drink order I need sometime this month-”

You hope what you tell him is enough to tide him over and that both he and Marcy have the good sense to shut up and not spread it around.

Sunday picked up a bit after that, some people clearly not wanting to accept Monday was on the horizon, wanting to enjoy the last bit of freedom of their Sunday. You walk away with a pocketful of more tips than you were anticipating and excited to face the new week which spelt out your second official date with the pair. 

Monday is always dead at the club. It is dedicated to cleaning and extra work to make sure you are all good post weekend, something you don’t mind and are grateful for honestly. You finish later than normal on a Monday and when you get out a certain redhead is waiting for you. 

He was having a smoke leaned against the brick wall next to the exit of the club, his head turning, a small wave of his hand that didn’t have the cigarette between two fingers, “Heya sweetheart.” 

“Hi Chucky, what are you doing here?” You asked and he said, “Was in the area, thought I might walk you to the train station, if you’d like that.”

Oh how sweet was that? You take him up on that easily, “That would be great honestly, thank you.” 

“S’ nothing really.” He finished his smoke and dropped the butt, stamping it out before holding out his hand, “Shall we?”

“We shall.” You and he head off in the direction of the train station. “So you all alone again? Where is that walking buddy of yours-” he snapped his fingers, trying to come up with the name, knowing you had mentioned it once before, you filled in the blank, “Jackson.”

“Yeah! Him! Doesn’t ol Jacky boy walk you to the station? Where’s he at?”  He asked and you said, “Oh he left early, had something important to go do.”

“Important, eh?” He prompted and you said, “Asking out someone he’s been liking for a while.” 

“So he’s not into you and I got nothing to worry about then.” He teased and you laughed, the idea of Jackson being into you was hilarious, “Mmm yeah trust me, more than you know you got nothing to worry about between me and Jackson.” 

“Good.” He sighed, and you took the chance to ask something for a change, “Good?”

“Yeah, good.” He took your hand, far enough away from the club he was confident no one you knew would see you.

“You gonna elaborate, big guy?” Your fingers laced with his as he said, “I’m not really into the idea of sharing you with anybody but Tiff.” 

Well fuck that was a big thing to throw out there. “You think about sharing me with Tiffany do you?”

“Almost obsessively.” He admitted his shoulder bumping yours playfully with a raise of his eyebrows and the image of that is forced into your mind, being between both of them just as you had been at the end of your last date. You try to push out the thought but instead you give an admission of your own, “Can’t say it isn’t on my mind right now.” 

“It’s a fun thought isn’t it?” He teased again and you look up to see his eyes already on your face, a nod that could be almost considered shy, “Real fun.”

“Looking forward to it maybe being a reality?” he asked and you said, “I can say with the utmost confidence, yes I am.”

That is when you are pulled suddenly by him off of the sidewalk and down and into an alleyway, you keep up until you are spun and pushed into the wall by him. His hands on your shoulders, his eyes looking into yours as he asks, “I know it’s just me and you tonight but how about a preview?” 

Like you would ever say no to that.

Instead of a verbal response you leaned up and caught his mouth in a deep kiss. Soon as you did that all bets were off, he was returning your affection, kissing you with equal heat, his hands sliding down off your shoulders, ribs, avoiding your chest for now, you wished he wouldn’t, before they were resting on your waist, a small squeeze and you hummed against his mouth. On it went, your hands reached out, caught on the sleeves of his coat, held there, your tongue passed over his bottom lip first and that caused a small change in his breathing, one you picked up on and so you pushed it further still. You nipped gently and you heard a small sound come from the back of his throat, one you could barely process before he nipped back, harder, it shocked you, sent a spike of arousal right through your core and a moan into his mouth. 

It escalated much further, much faster and you didn’t object for a second, if anything you encouraged it, craved much more. You didn’t even notice when one of his hands left your waist and moved, slipped down and then up, was between your thighs and up the short hem of the dress you had worn to work that night. The move was confident, it was smooth, his hand slotting between your thighs, his whole hand cupping you causing your hips to squirm. You break the kiss, breathing out, questioning the current venue of your makeout session, “Oh Chucky, here?”

“You objectin’?” He asked, leaning in, lips dragged up your throat, your head fell back against the wall as his hand moved, two fingers tracing the line of your slit, pressing over your hole before dragging up till he passed above your clit. He laid kisses down, teeth grazing making you moan softly, “You really want me to stop?”

It leaves your mouth easily, betraying the sheer amount of want you felt in that moment, “No.”

“You gonna be extra good and say it?” He prompted, slow circles drawn, teasing the edges of your panties, a threat that he would dip under the quickly dampening lace. Is this how he was? Hot and commanding and confident and that fucking voice, you liked it enough on it’s own, the rougher edge to it but in thise context, laced with heat and implication and more, it made you feel a little weak in the knees. “Please don’t stop.”

His head came back up, his gaze catching yours as he praised, quietly and just to you, “Good job.”

That is when his hand slipped into your panties and you realised he still had his gloves on. You should have known better, you hadn’t seen him take them off after all but you were distracted and only upon feeling the cool leather against overheated flesh you truly took the fact in. 

You kissed him again, using your hands gripping his sleeves to pull him to you and his hand got to work. You were so excited, kissing him so feverishly he didn’t take too much time teasing you. A few passes with his fingers, parting your slick folds, collecting the mess of you before using your slick as lube to rub your clit. You let yourself breathe harder, allowed yourself to moan into his mouth, he was very into it, how you couldn’t keep quiet even though you clearly wanted to avoid getting caught. 

He found the pace you liked best, the pattern that made you cling closer, that made your lips and tongue slow against his and pulled the filthiest moans from your mouth. You started moving with him, rocking your hips along with his hand, chasing your pleasure, working with him to get yourself there. He was the one to break apart, he was out of breath as he asked, “Good?”

A furious nod, “So fucking good, don’t stop Chuck, pl-please?”

Like he would ever dream of it. He pressed harder and your body tensed, biting your bottom lip with a louder moan, eyes threatening to totally close, he laughed softly before reassuring, “I won’t stop, don’t worry.” 

The way he spoke and touched and looked at you, like he was fucking hungry and couldn’t get enough it helps increase how you felt. It pulls you closer, drags you to the edge much faster than anticipated, the place that you were in was helping too, the risk was exhilarating, someone could walk down this alley and catch you at any moment in such a compromising position. You felt the pleasure spiking, getting nearer and nearer, your eyes finally slip closed, panting out, “Chucky, ah, ahhhn, M’ almost there-”

He let out a soft groan, you feel him press closer, feel how hard he is against your hip through his open coat and his pants, he rocks against you and you buck into his hand, still working relentlessly to bring you pleasure. “C’mon hon, wanna see it, feel it.” 

Him wanting it so badly, asking for it in that tone, it doesn’t take much more after that, his lips brushed against yours and the sparks of that makes your stomach twist and you gasp out his name as you tip over and for the first time you cum from his efforts. If you could think you would have the thought that it blew every orgasm you had that past week by your own hands out of the water, the rush of it was incredible.

Your hands were tangled in the lapels of his coat, trembling, panting, weak and incoherent moans tumbling out of your open mouth as you leaned your weight against the wall for support. He slowed his touch to drag it out as much as he could before your hands let go of his jacket and dropped down, pushed on his wrist, a silent plea for him to let up and he finally did, a laugh of, “Okay, okay.”

His fingers leave your clit and you sigh in relief, it had been starting to border on painful from overstimulation. You expected him to pull his hand out of your clothing but instead his hand moved lower, two fingers find your dripping hole and he slides him inside with one fluid motion and you tense with a surprised moan. You were still so sensitive just after coming, “Fuck! Wha-what are you doin-”

He shh’d you, a playful look in his eyes as he said, “Just a second baby, you can do this for me, can’t you?” 

You bite your bottom lip and endure the few very intense curls of his fingers, he grinds his clothed erection into your hip as he breathes out, “You are so warm inside, Can feel it through my gloves.”

You barely hold back a whine, “Chucky please-” He reassured you again, “Amost, just a little more-”

His fingers finally pull out, “-there you go.” His hand leaves your underwear and you struggle to catch your breath as you stay against the wall, he still feels hard against your hip and you wonder if you should drop to your knees, do something for him but what happens next kind of makes your mind go blank. 

He maintained eye contact with you as he brought up his gloved hand, his middle and ring finger that had just been buried in your soaked hole, totally wet with your juices, slipped into his mouth and he sucked, tasting you for the first time, letting out a satisfied hum as he did so. His eyes fell closed for a moment before he pulled his fingers out and he said, quietly, “Fuck, you taste good.”

Were you breathing? You don’t think you were and you seriously don’t care.

Once his eyes open back up he laughs, “You good?”

A shake of your head as you catch yourself, a half laugh of your own, “Yeah, I’m so, so fucking good.” 

“Good. Now c’mon.” His gloved hand takes yours, it still feels wet but now from his spit instead of from you, and he leads you out of the alley, pulling you along as your legs are still unsteady underneath you.

“Wait, what about you?” 

He looked over at you, “What about me?”

“Don’t you want me to-” You started and he cut you off, “You got a train to catch and trust me I am just fine.”

“Really? Just getting me off and you-” He interjected again, his hand that wasn’t holding yours runs through his hair, “Go home and fuck my beautiful girlfriend? Yeah, real tragic.” 

He finished the thought by throwing you a wink and you snorted out a laugh, “Alright fair.” 

“Seriously, it’s fine, I’m not in a rush. And besides, maybe I wanna make you sweat a bit, make you really want it.” He teased, drawing out the ‘really’ and you grinned, totally reassured that he was fine waiting, more like he wanted you to beg on your knees to suck him off, “Now that sounds more like you.”

You speak again before he can, “But about Tiff, she’s uh fine with this?”

“What? You an’ me doing stuff just us?” He asked and you swung your hands a little as you walked, “Yeah, don’t worry, her and I talked a lot about this, she knows and it’s totally fine.”

If only you knew what he and Tiffany had talked all about. After your last date, the next day at a diner, over breakfast and coffee and cigarettes they talked about you, how it all went, how they felt and mostly, how much they wanted you. 

“She is too fucking hot, I swear watching you two kiss, ugh-” Chucky groaned, head tipping back as he took a drag off his smoke and Tiffany sighed out, spoon stirring her coffee in her mug as she asked aloud, “Her lips are so soft, how are they so soft?” 

“Fuck if I know.” He said with a shake of his head before saying, “I can’t wait to see you two do more than just kiss.”

“Yeah too tame for you right? Need more than that to really get off?” She asked with a coy smile and he said, “Naturally. Don’t act like you don’t like watching me with her, I saw your face.”

“You got me there, it is really hot.” She admitted and he said, “I can’t wait to really touch her.”

“Oh same, she has no idea what she is in for.” She said as she leaned forward on her forearms, he was scooping some egg onto his fork as he inquired, “Yeah, you gonna rock her world?”

“Obviously Chucky.” She assured with a raise of her eyebrows as she picked up a piece of toast spread with strawberry jam and he thought. For a long moment before speaking, “You know what might be fun, Tiff?”

Her eyes lit up, leaning over the table with a point of a well manicured finger, “I know that look! You have a game in mind!” A casual shrug, another drag and she gave him an expectant look before he said, “Maybe I do.”

“Well spill! I am dying to hear.” She encouraged and he leaned forward, speaking lower to her, “Okay here me out on this one, okay?”

She listened, the smile refusing to leave her lips as he outlined a little bet. A contest of sorts. Who could get you off first and hardest, him or her. Tiffany was more than in, she was wet at the very thought.

Both intended to have you solo before your coming date, both totally fine with this arrangement and excited as all hell to pull it off. A  hand shake over the table once basic rules were laid down and a word of may the best man win passed over their remaining food before the check came. 

But you didn’t know all that. You just thought it was a hot, spur of the moment thing, a spontaneous thing that was driven by need, which in part, it definitely was, this whole contest was pushed by the need that Chucky and Tiffany shared for you.

Just based on what he said, as simple as it was, you didn’t doubt him. They seemed to be really honest with each other and were fine with sharing you, talking about them both hooking up with you solo didn’t seem out of the realm of possibility. So you decided to trust him.

“Well I’ll be honest Chuck, I’m really glad for that because holy shit was that good.” You said with a soft laugh, a shake of your head in disbelief, your legs still didn’t feel normal as you walked beside him. He squeezed your hand, pulling on it so your shoulder bumped into his as he teased, “I know I’m pretty great, right?”

Another laugh pulled from you, he was too good at making you laugh, a wide smile as you said, “I better be careful what I say. If your head gets too big it might just pop and Tiffany would never forgive me.”

“Forgive you? Hell, catch her in the right mood and she’d thank you.” He joked as you both turned down the next street towards the train station. 

Your timing couldn’t have been better, if you had taken the time to put your own hands to work you would have missed the train for sure, it was on the approach as you reached the platform. You turned to him, arms around his neck you leaned up and kissed him and once you did you realised you could taste yourself on his lips. His hands on your hips he kissed you back and pulled away when you heard the train stop on the platform took everything in you. Reluctantly breaking apart, “Sorry, gotta go, bye!”

“Go on, see you Wednesday!” He called and you threw him a wave as you headed into the train car. 

He watched the doors slide closed and the train head down the tracks before he makes his way back to his and Tiffany’s apartment. He catches himself whistling, very pleased with how it went, the lingering flavour of you clinging to his lips. He still felt hard, his mind running over what he just did to you. The way you sounded and your body moved, so receptive and responsive, so hot for him you were fine getting fingered in an alleyway in mid-winter, you in that short little outfit you wore for work. If only you knew what he and Tiffany did in that alley weeks back. If you knew that they murdered that man that you pointed out in the club, Randall, in that very same alley, less than five feet away from where he made you cum against the wall, you probably wouldn’t have been so eager. You didn’t need to know all that, didn’t need to know that man was dead because you couldn’t keep your mouth shut.

If only you knew the other people you kept unintentionally pointing out to them with all the people you knew from your work. A lot of fun had been had already with him and Tiffany engaging in their little hobby more often and more safely thanks to you. He couldn’t wait to get home and brag about his big success to Tiffany.

You didn’t feel any of that winter chill again on your walk home. You slept so well, the day was great, flew by and before you knew it you were back at work and it is slow yet again. But that is Tuesdays for you, small groups, all having a few casual drinks, nothing crazy, very manageable. 

So you were pretty free up when she came in. As soon as she came in she made her way straight to you. A table near the bar, leaning against it and right next to you, a warm smile on her face, “Hey there sweet thing.” 

“Tiffany! Hi!” The urge to hug her hello was great but you managed to hold it back. “What are you doing here?” You asked and she shrugged, “Wanted a drink, figured where better than here.” 

That made you feel warm all over again. Her first choice was here, where you worked, to come and see you and spend time with you. 

“Really? Well how sweet. What can I get you?” The question rolled off your tongue with practised ease and she said, “Mmm thinking something strong.”

“Strong?” You asked and she sighed, “Yeah, hard day. Need to loosen up. Need the courage too.” 

“The courage? What do you need courage for exactly?” You asked with a giggle, she was already so confident and she leaned closer saying in that utterly addictive voice of hers, “Trust me, if I am going to try to drag you off to that bathroom for a little one on one time I am going to need it.” 

Oh fuck. 

Was she trying to kill you?

“So I should go and get you that shot.” You said as you started to pull away and she laughed, “Yeah better hurry up honey.” 

You went to the bar and in less than a minute and a half you came back, tray in hand with two shots, you set the tray down on the table and she asked, “Two? I asked for one.”

“One’s for me.” You said as you picked it up, tapped it twice on the table top before bringing it up and with a small gesture you said, “Cheers.” 

And you threw it back and Tiffany laughed before following suit, your first real drink together. A hastily taken shot of vodka with no chaser was swallowed down by both of you. Shot glasses turned upside down onto the tray and you look around, no one else looks like they need anything, your few co-workers on this barely staffed Tuesday night are all occupied and not looking so you take her hand and say, “Come on.”

You end up in that same bathroom, the one you met outside of for the first time, the one you shared your first kiss in, and now you and her were scrambling into a stall, closing the door behind you both. 

While it was slow right now and no one needed you, it wouldn’t stay that way, so you had to rush, get your fill now. Your body felt even more receptive than last night, was it because of that? Because her long time partner got you off in an alleyway a few blocks from here before going back home to her? You wondered briefly as your lips met hers, what they did last night, what did he tell her, could she taste any of the remaining flavour of you on his lips? Brief images of the pair of them passionately making out, touching, groping, stripping each other, fuck, you were dying to know more of what they looked like, the small bits you’ve seen exposed were not enough. Fucking winter in Chicago cock blocking you from not seeing more of their bodies yet. 

Even though you can’t see as much as you might like, you were feeling plenty, Tiffany’s body pressed to yours, her hands cradling your face as she led the kiss and you followed along eagerly. You stopped thinking about the pair of them focusing on the moment, on how she feels. On how she  tasted, like the cigarette she must have had on the way over and of the vodka shot you both downed and another flavour below all that, one that was totally and thoroughly her. 

She broke away only briefly to say, “I’ve been thinking about this since the last time I saw you.” 

A small breathless giggle leaves you before you place another quick kiss on her lips before asking, “Really?” 

“Oh God yeah, I hated not being able to touch you and kiss you good-bye like I really wanted to.” She affirmed with a wide grin and you loved she felt the same way that you did because Lord knows you wanted to do the same when she was in here last. 

You didn’t need to hear more, you pulled her to you and kissed her again, she let out a soft moan against your lips that only made you kiss her deeper. Her tongue slipped into your mouth first and you rushed to match her. The make out session was fast paced, knowing again that you couldn’t be in here forever, as much as you wished that was the case, it was boring tonight but to be fair anything that isn’t making out with Tiffany sounded boring and awful and unimportant and unnecessary at this moment. 

She had this amazing give and take she would pull you along with her, would assault your senses with her, a trace of her tongue, brushing her lips against yours, a small bite pulling a moan from you. It felt right and natural, like you knew just what to do next, just what she wanted, it was all communicated with startling ease. Again the similarities and differences between her and Chucky hit you, he tried to have a bit more self control than she did but she was really throwing herself into this. She seemed to be just as affected but was more willing to really give in. Her hands had slipped down from your face, fingertips skated over your neck and down your chest and she started to move down, kissing down your neck, a bite that made you want to yelp but you hold it in. 

“C’mon don’t do that, we’re alone in here.” She prompted as she sunk lower, kissing over your exposed collarbone and she pressed further as heat curled in your stomach, “You can let it out a little.”

You think she could convince you to do just about anything with that voice of hers. Her hands on your ribs as she kept moving down, kissing the exposed part of your chest and lower and lower still you arched off the wall of the stall, closer to her. What was she doing, where was she going, she took her coat off, barely pulling away from you, laying it down on the floor and as soon it was there, so was she. A few more kisses down your stomach and she was on her knees, hands now on your hips and you gasped out, “Tiff-any?” 

She laughed, looking up at you as her hands kept wandering, down your thighs before coming up, starting to slide up the bottom of your dress, “Yes?”

“Wha-what are you doing?” You asked much more out of breath than you meant to sound as she caught your gaze. “Isn’t it obvious? Something I’ve been dreaming about…”

Her hands were under your dress and her fingers were hooking in the sides of your underwear and she asked, “Is that okay with you?” 

She wanted to eat you out right here, right now and she thought there might even be the slightest doubt that you didn’t want that just as much as she did? 

“Yes, God yes, please-” You begged, head resting against the wall, unable to keep eye contact, it was too much but she didn’t mind. You didn’t need to look at her to hear the smile in her tone as she said, “Thank fuck.” 

She dragged your underwear down, practically had to peel it off of you from how wet you were, you could feel how damp the crotch of your panties were as she pulled them far enough to drop down and pool at your feet. She tapped your leg and you stepped one foot out of them, her hand moved, encouraging you to put one of your legs over her shoulder. You do as she wanted, your back still leaning against the stall wall for extra support, she pushed your dress up over your hips and you were truly exposed to her. 

“Holy shit.” She sounded almost awed and you asked quietly, “What?”

“Is every part of you so fucking beautiful?”  The inquiry was said genuinely, so sincerely, how were you supposed to stay on your feet?

You were weak, totally fucking weak for her.

The sensation of her breath on your inner thigh steals your own. She didn’t waste more time, almost like you being inches away without her tasting you was painful for her. You understood, you were aching pretty badly but her lips made contact and that feeling was both soothed and nurtured. She kissed over you, mound and lips and the crease where thigh stops and soaked heat begins until you were squirming, a soft, “Please Tiff-”

Is what urges her to give you what you truly need. All it took was one well placed kiss on your clit to make you moan out loud and to cause you to actually drip down your thigh. Her tongue slid up through your folds and you gasped and she moaned against you, after that all bets were off. Your taste was addictive. Your reactions even more so. 

She wished she didn’t have to rush this, wishing that she could take all the time in the world to truly worship you and your body but in this particular venue that wasn’t an option. She was far too hungry for that anyway, she simply needed, had to have, needed to take. How she felt was communicated easily in how she moved, her hot pink tongue licking up and over your folds in a famished sort of reverence. Up she would trace before descending back down again but, she did something you hadn’t experienced previously while on the receiving end of this particular act, she wouldn’t break contact. Her tongue would run up, soft and sweet, moving through your folds, up and over your clit and then her head would dip back down but the back of her tongue, somehow impossibly softer, would run back over the path she had just foraged on the movement of her sliding down. And she continued this beautiful torture, a perfect steady rythm with pressure as delicious as you tasted to her. Up and over and down and back on and on. 

It made you shiver, made you struggle to keep your breathing even as you tried to endure, you couldn’t speak in coherent sentences, simple attempts were made but all that came through was her name and words that were trying to praise her. The best you got out, as broken as it was being, “So good.”

Time is again, sadly, limited and even as you shake, moaning and nearly being crushed under the weight of the pleasure she was bestowing upon you, she needed to feel it. Need to make you break, tangle your hands in her hair and grind your cunt on her tongue and cum in a fashion that threatens your secret to be revealed and people outside the confines of this bathroom to become aware of what you were up to. Her plush lips wrapping around your sensitive bud and she sucks carefully, experimentally and your head is thrown back so fast and hard you nearly smack it on the stall wall behind you. A loud gasp, hands laid flat on the wall of the stall, scrambling for any kind of purchase, a rock of your hips, she takes the invitation and sucks harder, deeper. Her tongue swirls over the part of you caught in her mouth and you whimper, she feels you pulse against her tongue and she soothes you further with more affection. 

Another suck, another swirl and her hands squeeze you reassuringly, one on your thigh and one on your hip, encouragement to do it, chase it, get yours and you again, unspoken, listen. You buck, hips squirm, another grind and she moans against you from how confident the movement is. The vibration makes your eyes squeeze shut and you moan out her name from the increase of sensation, “Tiffany!” 

She doesn’t relent, she presses on, she can feel how you tremble, know you are almost there, ragged breathing, chest heaving and the excitement she feels is intense. You are so close, almost there, about to cum for the very first time from something she is doing, first of hopefully many. You already taste amazing but she cannot wait to drink from you post orgasm, to really taste pure and concentrated you. It happens in a second, on the very edge of bliss, teetering there, so close but not quite to then shifting your hips just so, pushing yourself harder into her mouth as she sucks and you cum. 

The feeling of it practically knocks the wind out of you, a mixture of a choked sob and a gasp spills from your lips as your clit throbs on her tongue, your one leg you are standing on almost gives out from under you. She slows her movements on your come down and releases you before slipping her tongue lower, lapping at your drooling hole, drinking you down and you squirm again from the small overstimulation before she pulls back with a sigh of contentment Your eyes reopen and you look down at her still on her knees, smiling up at you, mouth wet and eyes warm and mischievous. “So…?”

You let out a laugh, a shake of your head as you slowly catch your breath, “What do you think?”

“Amazing?” She offered up and you said, “Close, not sure I have words for how that felt yet. Get back to me on it?”

“Deal.” She affirmed with a nod.

She hoisted your leg off her shoulder only when you gave her the go ahead you were sure you could handle it and then you held out both hands and helped her up. Her jacket was picked up and thrown over her arm and you both came out of the bathroom stall. She walked over to the sinks as she shrugged her coat back in, hand dipping into the pocket, she licked her lips and you noticed as you looked at her in the mirror she hadn’t worn lipstick when she came in. 

The realisation washed over you as she pulled out the golden tube and started to apply her lipstick only when her lips had been totally cleaned of the remainder of you. She spread the dark berry colour and you asked, “Did you come in knowing you wanted to do this?”

She laughed, pausing applying the lipcolour as she asked, “What?”

“You came in with no lipstick on. Did you really come in here fully knowing that you were going to drag me in here and we were going to do this?” You asked as you came up right beside her, one hand on the countertop as you leaned over her shoulder, staring her down in the mirror. 

She turned her head, coy smile on her face, recapping her lipstick before putting it away, you turned your head too, meeting her gaze as she said, “Maybe.”

“Oh you conniving little-” You teased with a big smile and she cut you off with a kiss to your cheek. “Hey, c’mon I think it was pretty nice of me to do that so you wouldn’t be all marked up and can get back to work with no suspicion.”

True, it really was and you laughed out, “Okay, okay, thank you.” 

“Now you gotta get back out there before they notice you are gone and I gotta go.” She said easily as she started to pull away and you grabbed her hand, keeping her close, “Awe so soon?”

She leaned in, a deep kiss that made the pout get wiped clean from your face, her tongue slips into your mouth and you taste yourself, mind goes blank as she forces the flavour of your own cunt onto you. Eyes flutter closed and you kiss her back, a beautiful moment shared before  she pulls back and checks her watch before saying, “Sorry sugar. I got a dinner reservation. I really gotta go.”

Your eyes slide back open, a dopey smile on your face and you give a single nod, “Mmhmm, okay.”

She let out a musical laugh again before saying, “I’ll see you tomorrow for our date.” 

“Yeah see you then.” Your eyes follow her as she heads out, heels clicking on the tile, hand meets handle and she stops, a look over her shoulder, “Might wanna check your lipstick before you get back out there.”  With a wink and pull of the door she was gone.

After she left you behind you turn to look in the mirror and see that your own lips were a mess, smudged with her much darker lipstick as well as an imprint from where she kissed your cheek. “Shit.” 

Once your lipstick was fixed and you got back out there no one noticed you had gone, thank God for that. You finished the rest of the date, thinking of last night with Chucky and now tonight with Tiffany and honestly way too excited for tomorrow's date, wondering what just might happen with both of them at once.

Tiffany came into the restaurant, long purposeful strides as she made her way to their table, spotting him was easy. She leaned down, a kiss pressed to his cheek before she slid into the seat as she took off her coat. “There you are, I was wondering when you’d grace me with your presence.”

“Sorry I ran a bit late, wanted to grab a drink before I got here and it ran unexpectedly long.” She said as she settled into the chair across from him. “Oh really? An’ where did you get this drink exactly?”

“What’s it to you?” She fired back with a smile and he said, “Just wondering what was keeping my girl away from me, is that a crime?”

“Not one punishable by a court of law anyway.” She said as she reached to pick up the drink he had already ordered for her. 

“What did you have to drink if I may ask because I have a feeling of what it mighta been.” He was leaning closer, arms resting on the table and she said with a coy shrug, “A shot of vodka.”

“A shot, huh? On an empty stomach, pre-dinner?” He asked and she teased. “Yeah, that a problem for you sweet face?”

“Nope, not at all. Just makes me curious. A shot is typically real quick and you took so long. You sure that is the only drink you had?” He pressed and she said, “Well maybe I did have one more.”

“And did that drink happen to be called-” The waiter came by and set down the appetisers he had ordered prior to her arrival, effectively cutting off and spoiling Chucky’s little joke, something that made Tiffany grin as she watched how annoyed it made him. The waiter left promptly and the blonde finally filled him in, “I know you won’t let it go till I spill so yes, I paid our new friend a visit and had a taste.”

“I fucking knew it.” He said with a shake of his head as he reached out to start digging into the food and she sighed, “I couldn’t help it, I got a taste when you came home last night and it just wasn’t enough, had to go get some for myself.” 

She said nothing after that until he asked, “Well?”

“Well what?” She said in a faux innocent tone, trying to pretend she didn’t know what he meant. “What do you mean what?! I gave you all the details about what I did last night, so c’mon share with the class.”

She knew just what he wanted but had wanted to hear him say it. “Okay so I get there right?”

She told him all about how you both talked, flirted, shared a shot and made it to the bathroom, the intense make out and how she got on her knees for you and made you totally see stars all from her talented mouth. He was very impressed and also, completely hard under the table as he listened to her speak in hushed tones with that sultry voice so the nearby tables wouldn’t overhear them. The fact she did that less an twenty minutes ago before coming here was so fucking hot to him.

They both didn’t get too into talking about how fantastic you were, both were still in a public setting and they knew if they got started they wouldn’t be able to stop or keep their hands off each other. Both did allow a small moment to gush before Tiffany said, “So clearly I won.”

That made Chucky cover his mouth with the back of his hand, speaking around his mouthful, “The fuck makes you think that?”

“Uh I dunno she nearly collapsed when I made her cum, and if you would have heard the sounds she was making there is no doubt I’m the winner-” She started and he swallowed before saying, “No, no, the bet was who did it first and I beat you to it last night-”

“First AND hardest I believe were the exact terms used, sure you might have made her cum first but I definitely made her cum harder than you did.”  She insisted and he said, “Oh don’t throw around words like fucking ‘deffinetly’ over this!”

“Again you weren’t there Chuck-” She began but was promptly cut off, “And you weren’t there when I was with her either, Tiff!” 

The fight was undeniably playful as they teased one another and argued over who was the true winner but over the course of dinner they made no progress. As he was paying for the bill he said with a sigh, “I think we’ve reached an impasse.”

“Definitely. Think we have to get her opinion tomorrow to really settle this.” She was slipping her coat back on and so was he, “Agreed, and just you wait, you’re gonna be going down.”

“Oooh twice in two days, how fun.” She said casually as she started to head out, rushing to follow behind her as he deadpanned, “Ha-ha, you’re hilarious.”

“I know.” She said warmly as she took his hand as they walked out onto the street.

You made sure to leave the house early that day, didn’t want to even have the smallest risk of being late. It was cloudy and overcast, not unusual for this time of year, light snowfall dusting your shoulders as you made your way into the park. The three of you planned your date a few days ago and you had made the suggestion of ice skating, something Tiffany ood’ over and Chuck seemed less than impressed about even though he tried to hide it. 

You hadn’t been skating in a while, not nearly enough this winter and you were looking forward to this and some lunch afterwards. You were the one who picked this rink, it was your favourite, you loved skating in the park, definitely the best of the ice rink’s you’d tired in town so far. They had actually got here first, also clearly had plans of being on time and you greeted the pair warmly. You were in your warmest coat pulled tight around you, gloves and pants, a hat, you felt very cosy and comfortable at the moment, winter chill kept far away. 

They both looked weather appropriate, Tiffany was in pants for once, they looked way too good on her, they hugged her thighs beautifully and her coat was thicker than usual, even he went for warmer attire but he still had the leather gloves and red scarf on and you were slowly starting to associate with him.

A hug for each of them, “Hiii, how are you both?”

“Hey! Good.” Chucky said, “I’ve been looking forward to this.” Tiffany said with a smile. Skates were rented by the pair as you sat on a nearby bench, lacing up the skates you brought along. “You own yours?”

He asked and you nodded, “Mmhmm, sure do.” You replied as you finished tying up your left skate. 

“You like that much?” Tiffany asked, “Duh, it’s so much fun.”

She smiled wider at your use of the word ‘duh’ and so did he, a reminder of previous times together. Tiffany leaned over to him as she said, “Hear that Chucky? It’s fun.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m here aren’t I? I’m trying it.” He argued with a small smile. You stood up and said, “C’mon Tiff, he’s making an effort, give the man some credit.”

Once you were all in your skates you started, stepped onto the ice and glided with ease, a few strides out before making a turn to face where they would come onto the rink. Tiffany follows suit, relative ease as she makes her way out, she skates right on up to you and you swear the smile refuses to leave your face. This was going to be such a good afternoon. 

You hear the exclamation and that makes you both look to see Chucky, on the ice now, both arms out, clearly having just stopped himself from falling and eating total shit. 

His eyes met yours, a coy smile on your face and a raise of your eyebrows and his expression hardened, determined. He carefully pushed with one foot and instead of switching, keeping momentum going, he pushed again with the same foot and then again. It was like a kid trying to ride a skateboard, badly. He was getting nowhere fast and he almost fell again and just barely stopped himself once more.

You didn’t suppress your giggle as you and Tiffany both skated over, taking one hand each, you soothed, “It’s alright Chuck.”

“Yeah sweet face, we got you. We won’t let you fall.” She added on and he sighed, head hanging for a moment, “Gee thanks.”

“Awe there is no shame in not knowing how to skate, now stop sulking and let’s have some fun.” 

You and Tiffany both led, holding onto his hands casually as you showed him how to skate, helped him maintain his balance as you instructed and he slowly started to pick up on it. Not needing to hang on as tight as you went. 

“People are looking.” He said sternly and you laughed, “No one is looking Chuck!”

“They are! Grown ass man doesn’t know how to skate and needs-” He started to rant and Tiffany cut him off, “-to be pressed between two really hot women with their hands on him? How terrible.”

The snow continued to fall and he continued to improve as easy conversation flowed between the three of you. This was much better than you hoped honestly. Being able to do this, holding hands as a trio in public on a date, even if it was under the excuse of making sure ol Chuck didn’t fall flat on his face, was nice. So, so fucking nice, something you didn’t think you could have honestly. 

You skated for a long time, conversation and comfortable silence as you skated together until the cold had made its way through your skates biting your toes and numbing your gloved fingers making you all leave the rink. Skates returned and regular shoes back on, your own skates the laces tied and hoisted over your shoulder, you all make your way and rush to find some serious warmth. 

You leave the park and find a nice restaurant you had heard good things about but had never been to before, you left your skates by the door and were all seated around a table, still shivering, desperate to warm up. The waiter came by and you all ordered coffee and as soon as it was brought mugs were in freezing palms to help remedy the chill. The coffee helps as you all look over menus and then lunch is ordered, sandwiches and a big plate of fries in the middle of the table to all split. 

“You don’t like malt vinegar?” You asked and Chucky scrunched up his nose, “On fries? Not really, what’s wrong with ketchup? It’s a classic.” 

“I guess, just seems so juvenile.” You teased as you took a portion of the fries and moved them to your plate. “Then it fits him to a T obviously.” Tiffany said as she picked up a fry and popped it in her mouth. 

Before Chucky could argue she then said, “You know I hear people in other parts of the world eat fries with mayo.”

“Mayo? Like as in nnaise?” You asked and Chucky snorted out a laugh before he added on, “That sounds made up.”

“Swear to God, the total truth.” She said with one hand up and the other over her chest like she was swearing on the bible itself. You didn’t care much for God but had to admit, even without having actually seen them, that her chest was much more worthy of your worship. You shake the thought from your head and he argues further, “Bullshit, where’d you hear it?”

“I read it in a book, I read, you know.” She said dropping her hands and you smile as the conversation continues on. Chucky wondering if they should get some mayonnaise to actually try it and see if it was any good, something you decided to put the kibosh on. 

Midway through the meal you asked them, “So you lived near there, how is New York? I’ve never been.” 

They both groaned, he started, “Oh my God-”

And she finished, “-So overrated.” 

“Really?” You leaned closer as they both went on, you are reminded of your last date, it was interesting that it wasn’t just Chucky saying it this time, Tiffany seemed totally on the same page about this one, deemed it worthy of going off on. 

“It is loud-” He said, “-and noisy-” she said, “-and dirty!”  he added.

It was almost like a dance, a patter to it, back and forth, your eyes flitting between the pair as they expounded their intense dislike.

“The people are rude!” 

“Too many people, period!” 

“Full of pretentious-” 

“-snobby-” 

“-Goddamn assholes.”

You held up both hands, a light laugh, “Okay, okay, fuck, is this gonna be a trend on our dates? I gotta be careful what I ask about or I’m gonna get a rant?”

“Sorry, just, fuck, New York sucks! They like to think they are so much better than everyone else, such a piss off.” Chucky said and Tiffany said, “He’s right, but really sorry about that.”

“I’m kidding around, it’s fine! I like the passion.” You admitted and Tiffany said, “How about next time we let you get a rant in? Make it even?”

“Sounds fair to me.” 

You did mean what you said, listening to them talk like that was fun, very entertaining. You could listen to them go on like that for much longer.

Lunch was done and everyone was warmed up, the bill paid up and you ventured back into the cold afternoon outside. The afternoon was still young and you weren’t in a rush to get anywhere and neither were they so you all did some casual window shopping. Eventually finding yourself in a bookstore.

You are all looking around, eventually you make your way to the back of the stacks, checking out the horror novels, far from view when you soon feel you aren’t alone any longer. You feel a hand slide onto your lower back and you turn to see Chucky right there, leaning onto the shelf next to you. “Heya stranger.” You start and he said, “Hey to you too.” 

You feel the book being taken out of your hand and it makes your head turn to the other side, seeing Tiffany looking at the back of the book you had selected. You had been effectively cornered, boxed in by the duo and you were feeling it. 

“Good pick, I hear this one is great.” Tiffany praised as she held the book up and you started to respond but instead you felt Chucky’s hands wandering, sliding onto your waist, pulling you closer to him. 

“Woah, Chuck, what are you doing?” You stage whispered to him, a slight struggle and you felt his lips on the back of your neck, “Awe c’mon they can’t see us back here. Live a little.”

“Yeah hon. You are fine cumming in alleyways and public bathrooms at your fucking job but the back stacks are too far?”  Tiffany asked, leaning much closer to you, her lips mere inches from yours as she continued on. “You know we had a little something we wanted to talk to you about.” 

“Talk to me about?” You asked, trying not to get lost in her eyes or be too distracted by the way Chucky’s hands squeezed and how he kissed your neck. 

“Well Tiff and I had a little wager-” 

His teeth grazed and you asked breathlessly, “A wager?”

“A bet. And we need you to settle it for us.” Tiffany said and you asked, eyes threatening to slide closed, Chucky asked, “Can you do that for us sweetheart?”

“I-I can certainly try.” You had no idea what they were talking about, a bet? What kind of bet could they need your input on?

That is when they spilled it all. Tiffany’s lips brushing yours as she tucked some hair behind your ear as she told you how it started. Chucky admitted it was his idea. The sheer need they both felt for you, the intense want to make you feel good, how that desire drove them to this small contest to see who could do it better. 

The way that they gave this admission was nearly too much, it was uttered with no small amount of heat and very, very playful too. Wander hands, stolen kisses and you were feeling very excited, wet, ready and wanting, especially as they recounted certain details, praised the sounds you made and the way you tasted, how hot they both found the solo hookups being recounted were. It made you feel good, more than good, it had the effect they wanted, you felt very wanted, desirable. 

To think they would go to the lengths of inventing this contest to have their way with you and put your enjoyment, your pleasure at the very centre of it. 

When they were done telling you this you gasped out, “So what’s the problem?”

“We need to know who did the better job of course.” He said and she pressed, “Yeah, tell us sweet thing, who made you cum harder?” 

How could you even begin to answer that question? 

Both were so good, but so different, you enjoyed both hookups for different reasons. The build up, the teasing and the taking, how confident they both were, the locations and of course the physical aspect were fantastic, you had no way of being able to pick. You hum and haw and they don’t stop prompting you, they don’t stop touching you either. Tiffany’s hand almost between your legs, manicured nails brush over the material of your inner thigh and even through the material of your pants you want to shiver. 

“I-I uh dunno, I just, ugh I dunno who was better-” Which was true you really didn’t but they didn’t seem to like that answer. 

“Awe, you really can’t pick?” He asked and you shook your head, “I really can’t.”

“Why not?” She asked and you said, “I-...You were both so, so good, I can’t decide-”

“Well that isn’t gonna work.” He nipped at your ear lobe and she kissed you deeply and you melted as you were squeezed between them. They both broke away, she said, “We gotta know for sure.”

He nodded to what Tiffany asked, “How are we gonna know? Do we need a repeat performance?” 

You felt yourself throb and leak at the very suggestion. You tried to play it cool as you said, “Maybe we do need that.”

They both shared a private look over your shoulder, a shared smile as they locked eyes and you asked quickly, “Can we go somewhere else to settle this properly?”

Tiffany and Chucky had just the answer and they knew just what to say. Still so close he asked low in your ear, “How about our place?”

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super popular gilmore girls takes i disagree with:

”younger jess didn’t deserve younger rory, older rory didn’t deserve older jess”

they both went through rough patches that caused them to hurt people and not be the best versions of themselves but they still were the same people all their lives, there’s no ”chilton rory” and ”yale rory” here. and THE WHOLE APPEAL of rory and jess is that they don’t judge eachother and don’t see eachother the way the rest of the world does. now speaking off…

”chilton rory>yale rory”

rory gets too much shit. can we stop idealizing her child self and start realizing that being a young adult is hard. also words like ungrateful, spoiled and priviliged are thrown around and eh… rory actually seems appreciative of her very humble past and has many lovely qualities like not caring about other people’s opinions and making her own judgement. and you do know that ”she threw away everything her mom gave her” is the argument emily apologists use right? rory remains who she is even after she is thrown into a world of privilige overnight, which is admirable. ofc she has her moments but in general.

”lorelai hated jess because she saw herself in him”

my girl lorelai isn’t self relective enough for this, she hates jess bc he’s a threat to the perfect life she wants for her perfect daughter (a life she didn’t get). she thinks rory is just like her and will go wild if she doesn’t shield her from it. she doesn’t get that rory will have her own experiences that she’s not familiar with and won’t understand. but she will. not everything in rory’s life will have something to do with lorelai’s. which leads me to…

”rory’s love interest xyz represents lorelai’s love interest xyz”

rory and lorelai’s love lives don’t mirror eachother, asp, because they are very different people who want very different things in partners and in life. someone being the best guy for lorelai doesn’t equal a younger version of that guy would be the perfect guy for rory. forced parallels are forced. because of her cold and wealthy childhood, lorelai wants a simple, humble life with a stable and loving guy. rory is drawn to intellectualism and travel, the unknown. different to what both lorelai wants and what the grandparents want (marriage between two freshly ivy league graduated people). i think you know what i’m sayinggg

”rory should have said yes to logan, she loved him”

if logan didn’t understand that this wasn’t something rory wanted, they didn’t have a stable enough foundation to build a life on anyways. yes, she loved him but she didn’t want to get married at 22. i don’t know why people wanted this for rory when it’s just as bad of an idea as dean or lane getting married young.

”jess was disrespectful to lorelai so she had the right to hate him”

ok he was but lorelai feeling entitled to talk to jess about how lucky he was to have been dumped with his uncle a couple of hours ago was just bad. that was not her place, and she shouldn’t have been surprised that he didn’t respond well. and it’s the way she goes about her disliking of him. i just can’t understand people who think an adult yelling at and openly snarking at a teen is anything but immature. i just watched the episode with dean’s ugly bracelet and her calling jess a ”little jerk” to his face is just crazy

”team lorelai/team rory”

i feel like people think that i don’t like lorelai because i’m on jess’ side when they fight but he’s just the exception. i think lorelai can be emotionally intelligent and i’m on her side with her parents, luke, her other bfs, sookie & michel etc. generally i enjoy her more than rory. but unlike a lot of the people who like lorelai, i don’t think she’s always right when she’s fighting with rory. it’s pretty 50/50. i don’t really have an opinion there. i don’t see them as being against each other. and during The Big Fight, i think everyone involved acted horribly. except for jess❤️ ok that’s it.

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It's not really a question, but an idea popped into my head, I watched Days of Future Past recently, imagine a student from the future, for some reason (a power I don't know) manages to go back in time and become best friends with her favorite teacher when he was younger (Peter obviously!) I don't know if anything can come out of this, but in my head the idea was brilliant lol 😝

I’ve been meaning to respond to this ask !! I thought it was absolutely delightful !!

Days of Future Past is so cozy to me. There’s just something about the way the time period is presented - with all those lovable characters - that makes it feel so genuine and fun. I’m a goofball with a childlike imagination. Nothing is more comforting to me than imagining being there tbh. As silly as it sounds.

This concept absolutely warms my heart, since it fulfills that silly dream.

Anyway, I have some thoughts under the cut !!

Peter Maximoff headcanons - Student reader goes back in time and meets their favorite, speedster teacher in his teen years!

We know Peter eventually becomes a teacher in canon. I’m not really sure what he teaches, since they never really clarified. But there’s no doubt in my mind he’d be great at his job.

Mr. Maximoff is definitely a more laid back kinda teacher

I do imagine he’s the type to playfully mess with any students who act out of line. I’ve had teachers like that before in the past. The ones who take no shit and lightheartedly tease students. That’s absolutely on brand for Peter

I also get the vibe he’d be so “how do you do fellow kids” about everything

And the students would think he’s cool anyway. I mean, he’s fast. He loves cool music - and probably some really cool movies/shows/games too!

I imagine he’d deck out his classroom/office in all kinds of pop culture memorabilia. Very similar to the way he decorated his basement back when he lived at his mom's

Reader as a mutant student would be no different than the other kids. Y’all know you’d think he was the coolest teacher there ever was. Some of you might even look up to him! And maybe also develop a harmless crush. He is handsome, after all.

Imagine your surprise - after you’ve gone back in time for mission with some of the X-Men. It’s part of your training. You never thought you’d get the chance to time travel, of all things. Or, if we're following DoFP canon; maybe you went back in time with Logan? You're one of the last surviving mutants, and your mutation is useful somehow. It could go either way!

But Mr. Maximoff is there in the past. Only, he’s seventeen, acting on impulse, and being a playful nuisance.

He thinks you’re weird as hell. You totally bizarre, future kid. But you’re also pretty alright...since you think he's so cool 'n all. Most people just think he's a freak. And hey, you're a mutant like him! He doesn't know a lot of mutants yet!

And how the heck are you from the future - but you somehow know all the bands he likes, the movies he’s into, the shows he watches, even the games he plays??

Spoiler alert - it’s because Mr. Maximoff has a tendency to show off all his favorite things in class. Dude can’t go a single day without referencing Galaga, or Star Wars, or David Bowie, or whatever else

If you’re allowed to disclose any info about the future, you’ll probably tell him he gets a teaching job. Not only that, but the kids all love him

To which he responds with a - tsh, yeah. Right.

Why would he ever become a teacher?? He hates school! He can’t ever focus in class! His grades are the worst, and he bombs every test! C’mon…no way! What’re you tryin’ to pull his leg???

Y-You’re pulling his leg, right?

It’d be dope if you got the chance to hang out with him for a little bit. You could follow him around while he got into his usual, kleptomaniac shenanigans

Y’all would definitely cause enough trouble to get the cops called on you

Actually, when you find out the local cops know his name by heart - you can't help but do a double take

Mr. Maximoff? The coolest teacher in Westchester? The dude who’s always doggin’ on students for running in the halls? He used to be a lawless rulebreaker? Holy shit!! You almost couldn't wait to return to the future, just to poke fun at him for bein' such a troublemaker in his youth

Honestly, there’s a lot of really fun ideas one could pull from this, anon. I can’t even do it justice. I’d love if anyone else wanted to add their take. My brain has been so broken lately. But thank you for your ask!! I love you dearly!!

[hogwartsandhawkins]

Prove Me Wrong

Prologue: We're Not Friends

Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Masterlist

Ok here it is! The prologue for my nine (maybe longer) part fic for Billy Hargrove. I haven't written anything for a very long time, and I've never written an imagine or fic before so be mindful and go easy on me! But hopefully, it's well-liked despite the trash writing.

Also, I gave her a name, considering I'll be writing the same character for 9 parts, I feel like not giving her a name wouldn't feel right.

Summary: Max convinces you to watch over Billy.

Word Count: 1992

Warnings: Mentions of blood. Lots of swearing. I mean it's Billy Hargrove. Let me know if I missed anything

Author's Note: Please, do not steal my work. This prologue and all the following chapters of this story are my original work, and I have worked very hard on each part I post. Reposts are always appreciated but copying and pasting any of these and posting them as your own is not, including translations without my permission.

The characters from the Netflix series are not my own, excluding the OC, and belong to Netflix and the Duffer Brothers.

Jess Logan sat at the edge of the Byers’ couch, anxiously staring at the floor, or rather, the person laying on the floor unconscious. Blood slowly found its way from the boy’s nose to the wooden floor. Jess was unsure whether to stay seated or to hurry and wipe the blood away, ensuring Joyce would not have to deal with a stain later. She began to rise, but then the sound of leather rubbing against the floor disrupted her and forced her back down. A feeble attempt to stand up from the boy was met with a groan. 

“What … the fuck?”

Billy Hargrove held his head between both hands and began to look over his setting. He wasn’t at a party. The house was much too empty for that. He also could hold his liquor, so this couldn’t be a hangover after blacking out. Did he get knocked out? Lose a fight? Hell no. He was Billy fucking Hargr- wait. It started to come back to him. Max. Where was she? Panic began to kick in as he realized where he was and why. He started to look around much more frantically, making his head spin and his eyes water. 

Jess did nothing except hold her breath and sit completely still, hoping that maybe, Billy would miss her entirely. It was only when Billy propped himself on his elbows did he notice the girl staring right at him. She looked as if she has just seen a ghost, and that if she were to move, a bomb might set off, disintegrating the entire house. Embarrassment began to set in, which quickly turned into anger as he realized she has been here the whole time, witnessing him like this. He was about ready to unleash this anger on her for continuing to stare wordlessly when he suddenly hears Max’s voice in his head. SAY YOU UNDERSTAND. He winces at this, remembering the numbness traveling through his body and the sound of cracking wood. 

Jess notices this reaction as well but chalks it up to be pain. If this monster even feels pain. Jess too has a flashback from earlier this night, but it included what happened before Billy’s memory. It included how Billy wouldn’t stop, even after Steve didn’t, couldn’t, fight back. It included Billy’s pin-pointed yet blank eyes, hyper-focused on her best friend’s pain-stricken face as he continued to wail down on the helpless boy, wearing what Jess remembers as a smile on Billy’s face, as if he was enjoying the show he put on only for himself.  

He shifts his wince to a sweet, charming smile, quite different than the one Jess remembers earlier, scrunching his nose ever so slightly, and begins to devour every inch of this girl with his eyes. He quickly recognizes her as the co-captain of the cheer team, Jessica Logan. He then slowly drops his grin, morphing it into a smirk as he continued to eye her, hoping to have some effect on her, waiting for her to relax her features at least slightly. She doesn’t move. He again flashed her his winning smile, and threw in a head nod, hoping to get her to budge, but what little effect his silent advances would normally have on Jess were further dulled by the blood-caked teeth, bloodied nose, and split-opened knuckles, which further reminded her of why she couldn’t wait to be out of his presence and made her even stiffer, if possible. When it became obvious the girl across from him had no intention of breathing, let alone talking, he sighed and decided to break the silence, dropping his smile once more. 

“Sorry, dollface, but cou- “

“Don’t call me that.”

So she speaks. “What?” 

“Dollface. Don’t call me that.”

“Okayy... so what do I call you then?” His question dripped with honey as he attempted to shift himself closer to where she was sitting.  He watched her intently, shifting the inside of his cheek between his teeth as he did so. He watched as she squirmed, trying to think of how to answer him, and he enjoyed the effect he had on her, the effect he thought he had on her. 

“Jocelyn.” 

“Isn’t your name Jess?” 

Shit “Well yeah.. but it’s my middle name.” She beat herself up for one, thinking about the ridiculous idea to try and lie about her name, and two, for continuing the ridiculous lie after she’d been caught, but she prayed that this would be their final confrontation, and she’d graduate, or even better, he’d drop out sooner than she graduates, and they’ll never have to see each other again… 

“… Right. So, uh, Jess Jocelyn,” Billy continued to eye her until turning his attention to the now empty kitchen, the last place he remembered Max being. Still propped on his elbow, he continued, “would you be able to tell me where Max is?” 

“Uh, your sister? Well she’s-“ 

“Don’t call her that.” 

“So what do I call her then?” She mimicked the way he previously asked this question, leaning in as if she was interested. She hated the way Billy treated his stepsister. At least, hated the fear in Max’s eyes when she talked about him. Jess never saw anything behind the scenes, but she didn’t have to. She could recognize that kind of fear from anywhere.  

Billy genuinely beamed this time, finding her mocking tone amusing, even if it was a jab at him. “Just call her Max.” 

“Right, well,” Jess began to falter. She couldn’t exactly tell him where she was, let alone why she was there, “Max. She’s gone.” 

“Gone? What do you mean gone?” The anger crept in again, and when he reached for his keys, he had no intention of keeping it in any longer. “Where. the FUCK. are my KEYS.” He was no longer looking into the empty kitchen, but straight back at her. He was no longer smiling. Instead, he attempted to sit straighter than he was previous and sent an icy cold stare at Jess, jaw clenching as he did so. 

“likeisaid. She’s gone.” 

Jess tried to force herself to become smaller somehow and avoided Billy’s piercing eyes, finding the Byers’ random array of throw rugs a better sight than Hargrove’s angry gaze. His eyes widened at her answer. “No. nonono this cannot be..” Panic began to replace the anger. He started to pat himself down, hoping that Max and her stupid friends left by anything other than his beloved Camaro. How was he going to bring her home now? “How long ago did they leave?” Desperation coated his question, and Jess almost started to feel bad for him.  

“Dunno, awhile ago, Billy. Wait!” 

Billy began to turn from his elbow onto his palm and pushed himself up. His head began to spin as the blood found itself elsewhere, but Billy could not focus on that right now. He needed to leave, he needed to catch up to them. “Where did she g-“and with this, he stumbled, causing Jess to leap to steady him, which she instantly regretted as he may have fallen unconscious after falling, maybe hitting his head, and that seemed to be a better alternative to him conscious and asking all the wrong questions. Maybe if I just dropped him… She shook these intrusive thoughts from her head and brought him over to where she was sitting for the entirety of their interaction and helped him lean against the back of the couch. 

“Shit. SHIT.” Billy smashed the backside of his fist against the couch, making Jess jump. “Sorry.” Billy sighed, then his smirk slowly made an appearance again, but this time it wasn’t aimed at her. He began to chuckle at himself and continued until he started shaking his head. Acceptance replaced the fear in his tone, and he knew. He was utterly screwed. “Fuck Jess, I can’t leave here without her.” He was looking up at the ceiling now, the back of the couch pushed up against Billy’s neck, perfectly cradling his not-so-steady head. and Jess looked up as well, wondering what he could be possibly staring at. “Neil is going to kill me.”

 “Is.. is Neil your dad?”

“Mm.” 

She looked back over at him as she continued, “Well, she’ll be back, and then you guys can go home.” At this, Billy looked over at the clock which indicated it was already midnight. 

“Great.” 

Billy cracked a smile again, chuckling at what awaited him at home. “Could you maybe rinse your mouth with water or something?” Billy immediately dropped his smile and looked over at her with confusion, visibly hurt by this request. Billy proceeded to lift his hand to his mouth, but before he could try and “discreetly” gage his breath, Jess began to laugh while wildly shaking her head back and forth.  “No! No, it’s just, you know, the blood.” 

Billy had somehow forgotten his fight with Harrington but was relieved to know it wasn’t a lack of personal hygiene that was causing her to wince at every smile this whole time. Jess then hurried to the kitchen, avoiding the smashed plate and the fallen clutter on the floor, to grab a glass and fill it with water. She then proceeded back to Billy and began to attempt to bring the glass to his lips.

“I’m not paralyzed, you know.” 

“Right” She hands, more like pushes, the glass into Billy’s palm, causing some of the water to spill onto Billy’s arm, however, he doesn’t even notice as he starts to realize how thirsty he truly was with the reminder that water exists in this house. He washed the glass down within seconds of it reaching his hand and gives it back to Jess. “You were supposed to – “

“Yeah. Uh, could you?”

“Yup,” and you’re up again, soon handing him another glassful. This time, he takes the water and swishes it in his mouth, then stops, unaware of whether he should spit it back into the glass or swallow it to save you from having to see the orange-red liquid return into the cup. As if she was able to read his thoughts, she nods and tells him to “go ahead”, and Billy does as he’s told, spitting the water back into the glass.

“Uh, Sorry.”

“Don’t worry bout it.” 

She takes the cup from him and pours the liquid down the drain and rinses out the glass thoroughly. Poor Joyce, she thought as she maneuvered through the kitchen one last time, returning to Billy with a different glass, again full of water. Billy thanked her, and without another word, downed the water with two gulps and set the glass between his legs. He then repositioned back to where he was previous, and Jess followed suit. 

“So why are you here?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why are you here, and not with them?”

“Someone had to stay here and make sure you didn’t get into any more trouble.”

“Yeah, but why you and not someone else?” 

“Max thought you would be more civil since, according to her, we run in the same circle, and well, Steve wasn’t in any position to stay…”

The thought of Steve having to be carried away stuck with Jess, and it was her turn to be angry. “So Max told you to stay. I didn’t realize a thirteen-year-old child ran this shit show. I guess she’s right though, considering we’re friends now and all.” Billy now stared back at her, and she didn’t like this new twinkle in his eye. He then flicked his lips with his tongue and flashed yet another not-so-original smile, one she could see right through, one that he seemed to have practiced in the mirror a dozen times before this interaction, and though his mouth was no longer dark red, she liked this smile much less than the ones previously. 

“Steve Harrington. He’s my friend. You and me. We’re not friends.”

[i-am-bitterly-jittery]

Say the Word (I’m Already Here)

I have no interest in continuing Say The Word (And I’m There), but I figured I’d at least write the scene where they all meet

Word Count: 1774

Rating: Gen

Pairings: LAMP, Royalogicality

Warnings: a cliffhanger I currently have no intentions of resolving, allusions to crime(?)

~~~START~~~

Nothing about Remy’s cryptic message, nor the rather impressive house — mansion, Roman had insisted on correcting him, this is a freaking mansion, specs — he had asked them to meet him at had done anything to assuage Logan’s worries that his friend was involved in some sort of sketchy business.

After college, Remy had told Logan that one of their platonic soulmates had offered them a job, and that it would involve a lot of travel. Logan had been happy for his friend and naturally inquired as to what the job was. Remy told him it was a secret.

For nearly a year, Remy had traveled around the U.S., sending Logan a postcard from every city he went to, and FaceTiming him once a week. He never gave Logan any details of what the job entailed, nor whether or not he had any travel companions. They denied any insinuation that they were doing anything illegal with a laugh, and assured Logan every time that what they were doing — whatever it was — was not in any way sketchy, illegal, or at all immoral, but with no details provided to the contrary, Logan maintained his doubts.

The postcards had stopped several months ago, and Remy had been in the same location — what looked like a home office, decorated to Remy’s own style — for every subsequent FaceTime. A week ago, he’d sent Logan a text inviting him and his two soulmates to a ‘launch party’ at his boss’s house (mansion) along with the time and location. He had not answered any questions about exactly what was being launched other than that he thought Logan, Roman, and Patton would enjoy it.

“Are we just going to stare at the door?” Roman asked and Logan made no move to ring the doorbell. Remy had not left instructions for what they should do when they got to the house, though it seemed fairly obvious that they should ring the doorbell.

“I have become even less sure that Remy is not somehow mixed up in something dangerous,” Logan admitted quietly.

“Aww Logan,” Patton wrapped his arms around Logan’s middle comfortingly. “I don’t think they would have invited us to anything they thought might be dangerous!”

“Besides,” Roman continued. “Launch parties don’t usually have insidious purposes. They’re probably working for some tech giant or something — maybe we’re here to witness the launch of the next big social media platform!”

“…yes,” Logan finally replied. “That does sound like something Remy would do; and you are right, Patton, that Remy would not invite us if he thought it would be dangerous.” And with that, Logan rang the doorbell.

The chime from the doorbell lasted at least thirty seconds and followed a tune that seemed familiar to Logan, though he could not quite place it — likely a pop song but played on bells. Soon after the chime finally ended, an older woman with her hair in a tight bun opened the door.

“Can I help you?” She asked doubtfully.

“We are looking for Remington Sonno,” Logan said. “They sent us an invi–”

“LOGAN!” A familiar voice yelled from slightly further in the house.

“Please come in.” The woman nodded and walked away, leaving the door wide open behind her. Logan stepped inside, followed by Patton and Roman, and barely made it three steps before Remy was sliding down the polished hardwood hallway directly into him.

“Oof!” Logan stumbled slightly but managed to maintain his footing as Remy wrapped their arms tightly around him.

“Gurl, it has been too long!” Remy lamented.

“That is hardly my fault, Remy,” Logan stated, wrapping his arms around Remy in return.

“Fair,” Remy laughed. “I’ve been busy, but that’s why tonight is so exciting!”

“Tonight?” Logan asked.

“The party,” Remy clarified. “It’s good. I’m so proud–” Remy cut themself off with a shake of their head, a fond smile gracing their lips. “But that’s for later, I wanted you all to come early so I can spend time with you.”

“And yet he doesn’t deign to greet us,” Roman sniped playfully.

“My deepest apologies, your highness,” Remy pulled back from Logan so that he could bow deeply. “Roman Prince, it is an honor to be graced with your presence once more.”

“Thank you,” Roman bowed his head benignly.

“And Patton!” Remy smiled, opening his arms for a hug that Patton happily accepted. “Lemme give you guys a tour of the place!”

The mansion was expansive. Remy led them through a kitchen which was bustling with catering staff, then through the ballroom where workers were busy decorating for the party that would occur later in the evening, then up a grand staircase, and down a hall. They stopped every now and then to point out interesting pieces of art on the walls or if a door led to a specialized room. Eventually he led them back down a different staircase and out a pair of French doors onto a breezeway.

“So that was the main house — or most of it anyway, there’s more, but it’s Joan’s personal space so no tour of it,” Remy explained, gesturing back to the house they’d just left as they walked. “These are the gardens — we can explore them later if you want — but back here,” they gestured down the breezeway to a second, smaller — though still rather sizable — house, “is the guesthouse. That’s where I’ve been staying.”

“Your employer is very…” Logan trailed off, unable to think of an adjective that both properly expressed what he was feeling while also not potentially hurting Remy’s feelings of insulting their soulmate.

“They’re not as bad as they seem,” Remy shrugged nonchalantly. “I know this is all a little much, but they’re not as out of touch as this makes them seem.”

The four of them had just reached the door to the guesthouse when Remy’s phone went off, they checked it quickly before grimacing.

“Sorry, babes, my boss needs me for a bit, but feel free to make yourselves at home,” he opened the guesthouse door and gestured for them to go in. “You can explore if you want, or if you want to wait for me there’s a media room up the stairs, down the hall to the right, take a left, then third door on your left — I shouldn’t be too long, but we’ve got a bunch of video games or movies, whatever you want.”

“If you’re sure…” Logan trailed off uncertainly.

“Of course!” Remy laughed. “¡Mi casa es su casa!”

“Bye Remy!” Patton called as Remy rushed back down the breezeway to the main house.

The three soulmates entered the guesthouse and were immediately faced with a small problem: the stairs weren’t visible from the door.

“Well…” Patton frowned. “They can’t be that hard to find if Remy didn’t tell us where they were. I’m sure the answer is stairing us in the face!”

“And Remy did say we were free to explore,” Roman pointed out, opening the nearest door — it led to a coat closet.

There were three options for the three soulmates to choose from: straight, left, or right. None of the directions showed any obvious signs of house hidden staircases but figuring Remy had given them the directions slightly out of order, they chose the right hallway.

The hallway contained a few doors — all of which Roman opened, and all of which turned out to be a closet, a utility room, and a bathroom — before opening up into a kitchen. Tucked in the corner of the kitchen was a staircase, so they followed it up and went to the left.

The third door on the left was not a media room, but rather the office that Remy had been FaceTiming Logan from. The second and digest doors weren’t media rooms either; neither were the fourth or fifth door.

Having exhausted the doors to the left, they tried the right, then the right hall. The right hall led into more halls, so they continued that way, opening doors as they went, none led to media rooms. Eventually, having followed the confusing halls of the house as well as they could, they somehow ended up back at the top of the stairs to the kitchen.

“It’s been a while since a house has given me the runaround,” Roman shook his head in disbelief.

Logan was about to suggest waiting for Remy in the kitchen, when piano music began to drift up the stairs.

“Someone else appears to be here,” Logan commented.

“Maybe we can ask them for directions!” Patton suggested.

“Maybe they’re in the media room,” Roman added.

They followed the noise down the stairs and through a different doorway than the one they had entered the kitchen through. The doorway took them to a formal dining room, then into a moderately sized ballroom. As they walked through the ballroom the piano music solidified into Chopin.

Across the ballroom was a smaller room with shelves filled to the brim with folders and books. On one wall, there was a variety of musical instruments hanging from displays.

In the center of the room, there was a person with dyed purple hair and a patchwork hoodie playing a grand piano. The person’s back was to the door, and all three soulmates were too entranced by the music to make their presence known.

As the song came to a close, Roman saw his opportunity.

“Hey, excuse me?” He called, a little too loudly after the trance that all four of them had just been in.

The pianist startled, their hands slamming down a discordant cacophony of keys as they jumped a little too much. They ended up falling backwards out of their stool and sprawling out on the floor at the trio’s feet. Mismatched green and purple eyes blink up at the soulmates.

“Sorry, kiddo!” Patton yelps, concerned for the other person’s wellbeing. “We didn’t mean to startle you.”

“Shit!” The pianist gasped, scrambling up to their feet. “I mean fuck– um, no. Shit–” Logan’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, and he was certain Roman and Patton must be feeling it too. “Sorry, I just– uh, I wasn’t expecting anyone to be here this early. Sorry.” Their soulmate finished, somewhat lamely.

“Ah, it would appear that you are our final soulmate,” Logan said, his mouth working even as his brain tried to catch up — because not only was this their final soulmate, but it was also Virgil Knight! “My name is Logan.”

“I’m Patton!”

“And I am–”

“Remus?”

Reality came crashing down on Roman. His soulmate was famous musician Virgil Knight, former bandmate of convicted murderer Remus Duke… Roman’s identical twin.

“No, I–I’m his brother, Roman.”

~~~END~~~

I know it’s rude to end on a cliffhanger that I don’t intend to resolve, but I just wanted to write them meeting, I didn’t really want to get into the feelingsy part of it. I just wanted to finish smth to break out of my mini slump

Also the party Remy invited them to was the launch party for Virgil’s first solo album. Joan hired Remy to be Virgil’s friend/bodyguard/driver when Virgil decided he wanted to explore the country and be a normal teen for a while

General taglist:

@royalty-of-all-things-snuggly @pixelated-pineapple @arsonic-knight @misunderstood-shadowling

[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#313

“So! You are the fag meat for the weekend.  Get your cunt in here and remove those goddamned clothes.  You are to be naked whenever a real man is around.  We’ll be going upstairs to the garage behind the saloon soon enough.  You will be naked there too.  But first, this weekend you belong to me.  We need to go through some things.  Get over here and kneel in the middle of the room, knees spread arms behind you.  Let me give you something to stare at.  I like for my cunts to look at the dick that will fuck them up while I talk to them….

“A lot will be happening to you this weekend.  I want to go over what you are offering us.  You paid us a lot to bring you out here to submit to us.  We want to hear you say what we can and cannot do to you.  Give us your limits.  Speak!...

“…Well, that’s pretty much what you had indicated.  Nothing to your face, nothing noticeable when wearing street clothes.  Got that.  We can hurt you in other places.  No shit.  That’s easy to do.  You had indicated you want no safe word.  Is that correct?...  Great.  Stupid, but great.  That starts now.

“Ok.  Look over at my worktable.  On the wall next to my drill press, see that box with a hole in it, the one with the camera in it.  To cover ourselves, we got you stating your limits, or rather lack of limits, on video.

“What?  You are going to balk over that?  Faggot get back in place.  Faggot!...  You are not going anywhere other than back on your knees…. Officer Ross!...  Well that stopped you.  You weren’t expecting that to come out of my mouth, now, were you?  Now do the right thing and get back into place on your knees.

“I can see the gears going on in your head.  But before you do something really stupid, you will want to hear what I have to say.  There’s a lot more I need to tell you.  A LOT more.  Go on kneel.  Knees apart.  Keep looking at my cock.  Hands behind your back.  Keep them there.  Just to let you know, my men are outside that door.  Should anything happen to me, they will come in and be merciless, and they won’t avoid your precious face.

“Your name is not Garrett Monroe, like you initially told us.  It’s Declan Francis Ross.  You have been a member of the Dearborn Police Department for over twenty years.  You have a beautiful wife Miranda Ann.  She’s your second.  You have two kids from her.  Your daughter Melany Lynn age 21 attends the University of Texas at Austin studying multimedia communications.  Basically, she wants to be an influencer, whatever the fuck that is.  Your son Logan Daniel Ross just started The University of Michigan.  It’s his first year living alone.

“None of them know that Daddy is a cock hound that seeks use and abuse from big men with big dicks.  You travel all over to seek them out.  You have no problem going into Canada or driving to Chicago.  You also cruise the truck stops and rest areas looking for truckers and blue-collar men.  You have your thing, and you travel to get it.  It was easy to bait you here.  A casual comment in a chat room you frequent, and you were hooked in. 

“Oh, none of this was coincidental.  None.  I have been following you for years.  Look at my cock, my fat cock.  It’s nine inches long and eight inches around.  I know how to inflict pain with it.  The thing is, you know that pain too.  This dick has been up your cunt before.  Don’t remember?  Oh, I do.  This was twenty-three years ago, between your two wives. 

“You had just joined the force.  I didn’t know you were a cop.  I took you home from the park we connected at and fucked you up one side and down the other.  I can’t remember how long it was, but it was a good part of the night.  I shot a huge load in your cunt.  You shot too.  But once you finished you started babbling on about how wrong this was.  That was some major regret on your part.  I told you that I had to take a shower and for you to see yourself out.  Big mistake.  Worst of my life.  See a few days later, I get cops at my door saying that I was selling drugs in my apartment.  I was arrested with they found cocaine in my kitchen cabinet.  An anonymous tip and all.  I have never done coke in my life, then or now.  Six and a half years in prison and parole.  My life was ruined.

“It was only a year into my sentence when I heard the story from another convict.  He too was convicted of possession only after a few days of hooking up with a cop.  The story was nearly identical to mine even down to the cop acting all weird afterwards.  I had my lawyer investigate the similarities, and yes it was you.  I recognized you immediately.  My lawyer’s pleas went nowhere.

“When I was released, I sought you out.  I saw you and your perfect family.  I was livid.  I wanted to shred every bit of happiness you ever had.  But it wasn’t going to be something thrown together.  It needed some time.

“Since I couldn’t get a job anywhere, being a felon, I reconnected with some of the guys from when we were in.  One knew of my wild kinks and brought me here.  Whatever twisted shit I want to try out on the fagmeat we get, they are all cool with it.  They know my story, and they all want a piece of you.

“But it wasn’t going to be just this weekend.  No, I had plans to fuck your wife.  I connected with her at the gym.  We chatted a few times and she turned down my advances.  She’s really a good woman.

“Unlike your whore daughter.  I contacted her through Instagram and told her that I will be in town and would love to meet her and whatever friends she wants to bring.  I gave her an address to the glitziest restaurant in Austin and told her to take photos of her and her friends.  I reassured her that this was all in public spaces.  We chatted a few times later.  Then on a return visit, I was staying in San Antonio and asked her if she wanted to do some more photo shoots at an around my hotel.  This time she came alone.  This time—here let me show you on my phone.  That’s her, and if you notice, that dick going in her mouth is this one here.  Your daughter knows how to take care of a man.  Oh, this is my favorite part.  She just swallowed a mouthful of my load.  With my jiz running down her face, she says, ‘I love you, Daddy.’  Awwww.  Isn’t that nice.  It warms my heart.  It probably does something to yours.  I let her stay in my hotel room that night as I left early.

“Oh, don’t even start crying now.  There’s still more….  I even left her some spending money on the dresser, like a true whore, an expensive whore at that.

“Now, on the other hand, your son was cheap as shit though.  All I had to do was flash my nine inches his way in second floor bathroom in Mason Hall at The University of Michigan.  The boy loves older men.  We struck up a thing.  He’s been there for what six months?  I’ve been fucking him at least once a week.  And here’s his video with my load on his face….  Did you hear that?  He said, ‘I love you, Daddy.’  Just like his sister.  That’s not my favorite part.  No this is.  I’m asking about you…. 

“…Wow!  Did you hear that?  It must be a punch to the gut when your only son tells me, a man he barely knows, that he hates you and that he wishes that I was his daddy….  If it makes you feel better, he was loving life this morning after I flooded his guts with my dick spit.

“There’s one final video I must show you.  This other phone does not belong to anyone here.  I am not going to explain how it magically came into my presence.  But the video shows a then 15-year-old with a big dick going in the ass of… that does look like you.  It’s totally disgusting.  Hell, I had the decency to wait until Logan was 18 before I pounced on his ass, and the age of consent in Michigan is 16.  But that’s just me.  Imagine if this got out.  A respected City of Dearborn police officer getting cornholed by a 15-year-old at a rest area on I-75.  Your family would disown you.  The other members of force would think you are a pervert, which you are.  You would be ridiculed, and rightfully so.  Everyone would turn their back on you.  Not good.  Not good.

“So, now I have the power to casually destroy your life the same way you did mine two decades ago.

“Gunner! Get in here....  This is my associate Gunner.  He’s going to take the phone of you being a pedo and deliver it to your captain.  Here you go.  Now go.

“So, Shithead! Let’s discuss your options here.  That video is going to take down your world pretty soon.  Oh and, don’t assume that this is the only copy of this.  Attacking me to go after it will be both pointless and foolish.  So you are going to jail.  But unlike what you did to me, you actually broke the law.  You would be and should be thrown in jail so fast.  A police officer pedo would not fare well. I would love to watch that.

“You will never be able to get back to your life.  It’s over.  Gone.  The question that remains is what next?  Well, your kids and wife will get copies of me fucking Logan and Miranda.  Between you and those videos, your family will be a pile of nothing.

“It doesn’t have to be that way.  They don’t have to deal with this last part.  That all depends on you deciding how you want the rest of your life to be.  Do you want to face the music as a pedophile?  Or do you just want to just end your life here and now?  All you have to do is write a suicide note….

“…Jesus Christ!  You should see your face right now.  Ha!  No, I am not talking about your actual life ending, rather your life with your family, your life as a cop, your life as Declan Ross.  Rather, you know the service you were looking for this weekend, to be used and abused hard by a bunch of hung men?  Well, that’s still going to happen.  Some of those men I met way back when, when I first started thinking about coming after you.  They offered to take you after I was done with you.  They know men, usually overseas, that will pay a pretty penny to own an American cop as their sex toy. 

“You are in great shape; you should get a wealthy bidder with lots of money.  You’ll live well… or, well for a fag slave.  And you will get fucked by big hung men.

“Those are your two options.  Go back to your destroyed life and be sentenced to prison and serve the rest of your life as some other guy’s bitch, or to walk away from it and serve the rest of your life as some other guy’s personal fuckhole.  I think there’s really only one choice, don’t you?...

“…That didn’t take long.  The guys upstairs are going to be happy.  We are still going to have you write that suicide note.  It will be placed in your abandoned car which we told you to park near the Detroit River.  When they find it, along with the video of that boy fucking you, no one will make any conclusion other than you killed yourself jumping into the river, because you knew that video was making its way to your captain.

“The paper is over there.  Go ahead and write.  Say you are sorry to the world, Miranda, Melany, and Logan.  Keep it short.  Go!...

“Continue writing and extend your neck.  This collar is going on.  Are you done with the letter?  Let me see….  That’s good.  Leave it there.  Someone will be back to pick it up.  A snap of the lock should complete your transition.

“Ok.  Well.  It’s now done.  Your old life is over, and you are now slave meat.  That collar delivers one hell of a shock….  Like that!  Hurts?  Doesn’t it?

“You’ll recover.  Keep in mind, that wasn’t even a second, and it was on the lowest setting.  It’s going to get worse as the weekend continues.  Let me tell you what’s going to happen over the next 72 hours.  Tonight, you will be taken to the garage around back and installed under a rim seat.  You will be the full toilet.  Yeah, I know that was a limit you had.  Oh well.  Your balls will be wired up as well.  Any complaints about your performance, your balls will feel the brunt of it.  Sometime tonight you will be unlocked from under the seat and your holes will be raped by the men here.  They are told to show you no mercy. 

“Tomorrow night, you will be put up for a preliminary auction.  It’s exclusive to our top tier customers.  If none want to pay the set price, you will remain here for about a week when the full auction takes place.  Sunday, I will castrate you, brand you, superglue your foreskin shut so that it has just a tiny piss hole, and whatever the fuck I want to do to you.  That is unless you are purchased tomorrow night, and they pay a hefty price not to cut your balls off.  Most of the top tier buyers prefer slave balls to be replaced with fake ones.  I haven't decided it I will crush them into bursting, or use a castrating band, or just open a slit and pop them out.

“I’m so enjoying this.  I get to be as casual with your existence as you were with mine all those years ago. 

“Stop your fucking crocodile crying.  There’s just one final thing before we begin your hell.  Look at my dick.  All this planning has paid off.  Now I need to unload.  Get on your knees and take my cock in your hands.  Remember, I can shock the hell out of you with very little effort.  Feel how meaty it is, and it’s not even fully hard. 

“Skin me back.  Aha!  There’s the smell.  Nasty hunh?  In your mouth.  Clean me up.  Do it.  There’s going to be a lot nastier things going in your mouth later tonight.  Smells like shit, tastes like it too, hunh?  It probably is.  I surprised Logan this morning, and let’s say he wasn’t 100% clean. 

“Fag cunt shithead pussy bitch, my dick is coming in, and I better not feel any teeth….  Fuck yeah.  Fuck!  Well look at you.  Once you got over the mindfuck of the dick funk, you are going to town down there.  You ain't passing up a big fat dick for nothing! Ha! Good.  I’m so ready to cum.  It’s not going to take me long.  Fag, here it comes.  Oh man.  Flick your tongue like that.  Oh shit.  Oh fuck.  Look up at me.  That’s it!  Fuuuuck!  Urgh!  Ah!  Ah!  Fuck!  Jesus!  God damned, faggot you haven’t changed.  Well except, I'm glad I don’t have to worry about being arrested.

“Hold still.  I have to piss.  Just swallow.  If you have never drank before, get used to it, as pretty much that’s all you will have to drink going forward.  Oh man this feels so good.  I think I will train Logan to drink my piss.  You know, I will probably take him on as my boy.  Rest assured, once I sever all ties with his sister and mother, I will take good care of him.  What do you think about that?...  Why am I asking you?  You no longer matter.

“Let’s go upstairs and begin.”

[skaald-of-the-hearth-fires]

DoF:RefTE chapter 1 - Centaurs in Shaemoor

Dreams of Freedom: Reforging the Edge

Chapter one: Centaurs in Shaemoor | (AO3 link)

“CAPTAIN!”

Logan looks up from his desk in surprise, startled, mind running through all the possibilities of what can it be now? and already thinking of who he can assign to protect Queen Jennah. As always, of course, he wonders if he should just do that himself and not leave it up to chance (however miniscule). Then he sees that it is only Lieutenant Groban, who had been to Shaemoor Garrison, just outside the city, to get a report.

But Groban is standing in the massive door of Seraph Headquarters with wind-blown hair and a desperate expression on his face, and Logan blinks, this time just confused. Shaemoor is only just outside of Divinity’s Reach, nothing could have scared him too badly. To be fair, Logan reflects bemusedly, he doesn’t leave the walls of the city that often… perhaps he was frightened by something relatively mundane. “Yes, Lieutenant?”

“Centaurs, Captain! At the garrison!”

Logan raises an eyebrow in surprise and not a little confusion - the nearest centaurs are quite a ways southeast of Shaemoor. He checks the reports scattered around his desk. Out in the Krytan Freeholds, in fact. The centaurs couldn’t have got past the Seraph forces in the area without a lot of effort, manpower (or horsepower? Logan never knows), and most importantly, time - nearly two days’ travel, assuming they didn’t flat-out gallop the whole distance. There’s no way the Seraph wouldn’t have had warning. "How did they - ?”

“I don’t know, Captain, but they’re there. If they get past the garrison, Divinity’s Reach itself will be in danger.”

Logan furrows his brow. That's true... he admits reluctantly to himself, finally accepting the gravity of the situation. He nods at Groban. “Thank you, Lieutenant. Send runners to the Krytan Freeholds. We need to know how the centaurs got past the Seraph there without being stopped… or even noticed.” Logan pauses and frowns. The Wintersday festival was just yesterday, which might be enough to explain any lack of attention… but a whole troop of centaurs passing right outside the walls? That’s hard to miss.

The whole situation is… fishy. But Logan needs more information - he doesn’t know if the centaurs at the garrison came from the Krytan Freeholds at all, and if not, how they did get to the garrison. He doesn’t know how many centaurs there are at the garrison, or - well, he doesn’t know much of anything yet. That is easily remedied.

Logan glances at the lieutenant. He seems to have calmed down a bit. Groban could do with more time in the field anyway, Logan reflects. “Correction: go yourself, and get me a timeline of the centaurs’ movements. Handle the disposition of the troops stationed at the Freeholds once you’ve gathered all relevant information. Dismissed.”

Lieutenant Groban comes to attention and salutes, thumping his chest, before turning and striding out of Seraph Headquarters.

Logan speaks to the other Seraph in the room. “Someone send to Shaemoor Garrison for a report on the strength of centaur forces there and the ability of the Seraph stationed within the garrison to withstand the attack.” A corporal salutes and hurries off. Logan calls after him, “find out how soon their shift changes, too!” Logan himself had been looking forward to heading home to Rurikton soon, but it seems those plans will have to be delayed.

In any case, Shaemoor Garrison had not, in Logan’s memory, ever had to withstand any attacks. The centaurs had never pressed so far north before, and the garrison, as a result, is only lightly defended. Logan usually sends new graduates of the Seraph Training Academy there for some risk-free experience ‘in the field.’ The centaur attack, however, may be similarly light. Hopefully.

Logan glances across his desk, looking for anything on the small village that Shaemoor Garrison defends, then turns to one of his aides. “Get me the files on Shaemoor and the surrounding fields. I need to know the significance of the land we’re defending.”

The man nods, rummaging through some papers on the long desk Logan shares with his aides, and finally comes up with a stack of papers. Shuffling through them all briefly, he says, “Lieutenant Francis is the ranking officer in Shaemoor, sir, and the village’s primary complaint is bandits. It’s mostly farmland and there aren’t many Seraph on patrol except in the village itself, so the outlaws are… unrestrained. I believe Shaemoor’s fields are the primary source of food supply to Divinity’s Reach."

“Ahh.” Logan sits back thoughtfully while his aide goes through the papers more thoroughly. Valuable land, then - to be protected at all costs. Divinity’s Reach wouldn’t survive a siege without it - Shaemoor Garrison is the last defense. Logan's breath hitches momentarily. “Is the garrison the village's only defense?”

“The only man-made defense, sir. Shaemoor Garrison straddles the river - Altar Brook - which goes around all the east and south side, and there’s a mountain to the southwest… that the civilians have nicknamed the Bandithaunt Caverns… I…” he tilts his head at the paper. “I guess it’s got caverns in it…?”

Logan tunes him out for the moment. He doesn't need to hear about the bandits - he'd done what he could about them long ago. Between a mountain and a river, Shaemoor Garrison is a quite tactically useful choke point for holding off the centaurs… but if it fails, not only do the civilians in Shaemoor get trampled over, but Divinity’s Reach could be sieged easily and starved out within five weeks - less, coming out of winter and with no spring crops in production yet. Logan realizes his heartbeat had sped up in anxiety, but he forces himself to hold his leisurely position. His men can't see him worried. A siege is not a likely possibility, Logan reminds himself. A large enough force to achieve that could not have gotten this far without being noticed.

Logan takes a deep breath. “Who’s the ranking officer at the garrison itself?”

“Lieutenant Ryder, sir.”

“Ah, an experienced man, then." Logan nods decisively. "And he has Lieutenant Francis in the village for backup. They’ll do fine, with sufficient manpower.” He'll have to keep an eye on the situation, of course. IT wouldn't do to let such a strange threat go unmonitored so close to home.

A minute later, the massive doors of Seraph HQ open to admit a Seraph soldier. “Captain, I have a report on Shaemoor.”

“Continue,” Logan says, leaning back in his chair.

“Centaurs are currently attacking the garrison. They seem to have a temporary camp on the southern edge of Scaver Plateau and are only sending forces in small waves. It’s a sizable force at the camp, but the garrison is holding - for now at least. Our lieutenant requests replacements for the newer soldiers so he can get them out of the frontline fighting, and reinforcements to handle the centaurs when they decide to mount a full-scale attack. He’ll need more than the command stationed in the village, and he’s already using twice the manpower.”

"Where'd he get extra manpower from already?” Logan questions with a frown.

“The centaurs hit us right at our shift change, Captain. The lieutenant kept the day shift on guard to help the night shift with the defense.”

Logan grimaces, but otherwise doesn't let his worry show on his face. That’s over half the men on duty tired from a day of service. These centaurs have far too much information on Seraph troops and movements. More than Logan’s own active information, at that. “Send as many men as he needs,” Logan says aloud to his aide, who scribbles notes frantically. “Call in men from Altar Brook Crossing, even Claypool if need be. We may need them - we still don’t know how the centaurs got here or where they came from.” There may also be Seraph forces incoming from Krytan Freeholds, too, depending on Groban’s findings.

“Yes, Captain!” The man salutes with a thump of his fist to his chest, and leaves.

Logan takes a deep breath to settle his nerves and stretches slightly. He had never been built for desk work, and rather itches to be on the battlefield where he can actually be helping instead of gathering information. But, alas, such are the trials of love. With that thought, Logan rises from his desk. “I need to report to the queen. Send Lieutenant Groban to me when he returns.”

~oOoOo~

Logan enters Queen Jennah’s throne room and bows with a flourish. Jennah would not have minded if he’d strode right up to her - and Logan certainly would have preferred to - but appearances must be maintained, for nobles, ministers, and commoners alike. They need to see the Seraph Captain showing proper respect and deference. Logan hides a smile; showing the Chamber of Ministers that the queen has the full support of her military is one of his favorite pastimes. It wouldn’t do to let them forget, after all. So he follows the forms with all the respect and dignity he can muster. Passionate embraces can be saved for… less public spaces.

Jennah meets his eyes with a warm smile from across the room. "Ah, Logan!” She beckons him come closer.

Logan approaches gladly. “My queen,” he murmurs, kissing her hand. Now, that part of the ritual… well. But there is business to be done.

Straightening, he goes on, “I’m afraid there’s no time for pleasantries. Centaurs are sieging Shaemoor Garrison as we speak - threatening the Village of Shaemoor and the Shaemoor Fields, farmland that provides for most of Divinity’s Reach. Even more worrying, we don’t know how they got so far into Kryta.”

Jennah frowns. “Where were they before?”

“At closest? Krytan Freeholds, beyond the Eldvin Monastery. Our usual battle lines are drawn even further out, past Beetletun and Guardian’s Pass.”

“And you say they threaten the city?”

Logan forces himself to let go of the tension between his shoulders. “The lieutenant at Shaemoor Garrison isn’t certain he can hold out for long. I’m gearing up the Seraph to assist them already. The centaurs also have displayed an uncanny knowledge of our operations - shift changes particularly. I’m confident we can handle it, but it’s a worrying development.”

“I agree,” Jennah says softly. She sighs. “I do not see the point of continuing to spend lives on this war. Is there any chance of a parlay?”

"I wish," Logan mutters resentfully. How do they know our shift changes?? He takes a deep breath to calm himself. “You know we’ve tried before, Your Majesty. They won’t settle for anything, reasonable or unreasonable - they want to claim all of Kryta and do who knows what with humanity. Kill us all, possibly; or enslave us. Most generously, I can imagine they’d pack us off to some remote corner of the country while they have free rein of the rest.” He shakes his head, anger bubbling in his chest. The centaur war had been taking its toll on the people for far too long.

Countess Anise speaks up from Queen Jennah’s right hand, almost like the lady-in-waiting she pretended to be. “Their view is understandable. By nature, we shouldn’t even be here - we’re relative newcomers to this world, and the centaurs know it best of all. They have better reason to than most - well, save the charr, and we’re at war with them, too. Excuse me, ceasefire. Of course the centaurs resent our presence on their land.”

“We can’t exactly leave,” Logan replies sharply.

“Of course not, Captain,” Anise says easily. “It is a tragedy that we’ll have to beat them into submission the hard way, but one that must be endured. What concerns me more is their appearance out of nowhere - right at twilight and the day after Wintersday, no less.”

“I have scouts on the problem already,” Logan says, speaking more to Jennah than her advisor. “They’ll take longer to report in, but I thought you should know of the situation. I’ll let you know when I know more. Also, I may draw Seraph from the city to supplement our ranks in Shaemoor.”

“That is good to know,” Jennah tells him. “Thank you.” She hesitates. “Might I suggest going to the garrison yourself? You’ve seemed restless of late - the combat will do you good.”

Logan frowns. “I’d like to, but I should stay where I can coordinate things…” He's still waiting for Groban to report in about where the centaurs came from, and then he has to make executive decisions from there; he needs to find out where the centaurs got their information and plug that leak; he has to be able to reallocate men to the garrison as needed; he needs to be able to respond quickly to any new information that might come in - surprise attacks elsewhere in the kingdom, for example -

Countess Anise grins at him. “You mean you should stay where you can keep an eye on the queen? Don’t worry your head, Captain - nothing will befall her.”

“With Divinity’s Reach itself in danger from a threat that materialized out of nowhere, I’ll ‘worry my head’ until I’m one hundred percent sure she is safe,” Logan snaps. “As should you.”

“Oh, I do," Anise says with a slow smile. "Concern yourself first with the centaurs at the gate, Captain, and leave me to handle our… internal affairs.”

That means Anise suspects an information leak or inside job of some kind. Logan wishes he could investigate and manage everything. But Anise has her job, he has his, and…

Jennah smiles at him. “Go, fight your battles, Logan. I’ll be here when you return.”

Logan bows, then turns and leaves the throne room. He really should stay at Seraph HQ and coordinate... But a command from his queen is a command from his queen.

But he won’t stop worrying about her.