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snarkybluechristian · 4 years

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Hazbin Hotel: Yandere Alastor x Vaggie Chapter 34

After a long day of making dull preparations, the night of the auction finally came.

Alastor and Vaggie stood at the bottom of the stone staircase that led to his front door to greet the guests, the overlords and kingpins and important people of Hell that he invited to his auction, while Rosie was inside tending to Angel’s last minute needs and welcoming the incoming guests.

Vaggie stood there against her will, arm-in-arm with Alastor.

Cars and vehicles from every era stopped at Alastor's front porch. The variety was impressive as were the guests inside. Over 100 kingpins and a small number of Ovelords from throughout history began arriving, demons of every size and every nationality.

Meanwhile, the deer familiars and shadow creatures attended the guests and kept watch for anyone who was unwelcome.

None of that impressed Vaggie. She stared through the kingpins and overlords as they walked by, wondering how she could help Angel.

Alastor did most of the greeting while Vaggie stood in silence. He was too occupied with his guests to notice.

Vaggie didn't begin paying attention until a flash of light struck her eyes. And then another.

“Oh, my God! It’s Alastor’s bride! I would have never believed it if I didn’t see it myself. Come on, pretty darlin’! Give us a pose!” said a hyper and cheerful voice.

Vaggie blocked her eyesight from the flashes, and as her vision adjusted, she saw a slim female demon with grey-brown skin in pigtails and an old-fashioned dress that made her look like a giant doll. After another moment, Vaggie recognized this demoness as the overlord Velvet with the TV-headed Vox standing right beside her.

Despite knowing their reputations, Vaggie simply glared at them both.

Velvet ignored the glare and snapped another photo.

“Oh, I love that angry expression on your face,” Velvet cheered as she snapped more photos. “Come on. Give me that glare! Show me all your hatred now! Now, let’s have a selfie!”

Velvet put her arm around Vaggie and held up her phone to take a selfie, but before she could snap the photo, Vaggie slapped the phone out of her hands causing it to fall towards the stone steps. A large hand caught the phone and handed it back to Velvet.

Vaggie looked up to see Vox, the television demon. Alastor looked upon the scene and let go of Vaggie.

“To her, Vaggie,” Alastor said.

“Hey!” Velvet protested. “What was that for?!”

Vaggie shot Velvet a nasty glare and snarled, “I don’t want to be photographed anymore. Leave me alone!”

“Excuse me!” Velvet replied with an arrogant and bemused smile as she approached the angry moth demon. “Honey, just who do you think you are? Just because you’re attached to an overlord doesn’t mean you don’t owe us any respect. So, I suggest you drop the attitude before…”

“Velvet,” Alastor interrupted calmly as he took Vaggie’s arm in his. “If my future wife doesn’t want to be photographed, my future wife will not be photographed. You will not disrespect her, or I will be asking you to leave the auction.”

Velvet relented and turned away to pout next to Vox.

“Alastor,” Vox said.

“Vox,” Alastor replied. “How nice to see you.”

Vox scoffed and retorted, “Now, that’s a first.”

“You should know how love changes a man, Vox,” Alastor replied hugging Vaggie closer while she growled unnoticed.

“I never thought I’d see the day when you’d decide to marry, especially not to this pretty little doll. She’s far too pretty and spirited for you,” Vox said, reaching his hand out to Vaggie. “Come on, sweetheart. Take my hand.”

Vaggie looked at his hand, looked at his face, and said, “Fuck off.”

Alastor burst out in laughter and held Vaggie tighter, “Oh, Vaggie! That’s why I love you.”

Even Velvet chuckled in the background. Vox simply stood up straight and stewed with his wounded pride.

“You two are perfect for each other,” Vox replied passive aggressively.

“Speaking of which, where is Valentino this evening?” Alastor said, letting Vaggie go to wipe tears from his eyes. “I take it that he did not ride here with you.”

“If you must know, he had some business to take care of, so we rode in separate limos,” Vox said, before a sadistic smirk appeared across his face. “But I should warn you. Valentino ain’t happy. Infringing on an overlord’s contract and stealing the soul of a contractee are ballsy moves even for you, especially considering that contractee was Valentino’s number one moneymaker.”

“You say that like I should be concerned,” Alastor replied with a chuckle.

“ALASTOR!” a loud voice echoed across the courtyard.

Everyone at the top of the stairs looked over to see Valentino storming out of his limo. Every fist was clenched, his teeth were grating, and his eyes were settled into a fiery glare.

Alastor pushed Vaggie behind him just before Valentino grabbed the collar of Alastor’s coat and screamed, “I WOKE UP THIS MORNING TO FIND ANGEL’S SOUL MISSING! I KNOW IT WAS YOU WHO STOLE IT, YOU DEER-FACED MOTHERFUCKER!”

Alastor smirked, tilted his head to the side, and said, “Now, Valentino, you’re the one who lost the auction. Being a sore loser is not going to help anything.”

A laugh track played around them as Valentino dropped Alastor to the ground in front of him.

“You underhanded son-of-a-bitch!” Valentino retorted. “First, you kidnap Angel and break almost all his bones! Then, you refuse to hand him over to me or even let me buy him back because ‘I wouldn’t make him miserable enough’ whatever the fuck that means!’ Then, just to add insult to injury, you steal his soul and nullify our contract?! You’re fucking stupid if you think I’m gonna let you get away with this!”

Without batting an eye, Alastor chuckled maliciously and said, “You don’t have a choice, my good man. You neither have anything I want or anything with which you can threaten me into changing my mind…”

“But that’s where you’re wrong,” Valentino interrupted. “I know about the deal you have made with the princess regarding her precious hotel. It would be all to easy to destroy. Believe you me. So, either you give Angel back or me and my boys will be forced to destroy the Happy Hotel…”

“DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE!” Vaggie cried angrily. “If you even look at Charlie, I’ll tear you to fucking shreds!”

“What she said,” Alastor added.

Valentino looked over at Vaggie in surprise at first and then with an amused smile on his face.

“So, you’re Alastor’s new squeeze?” Valentino replied, allowing his angry demeanor to relax. “Congratulations.”

“Go fuck yourself,” Vaggie replied, narrowing her eyes and balling her fists, causing Alastor to cackle out loud.

“Charming,” Valentino replied sarcastically before turning back to Alastor who had regained his composure. “This is no laughing matter, Alastor. Angel is my number one star!”

“You mean number one sex slave?” Vaggie retorted angrily.

Valentino scoffed, leaned down to Vaggie’s eye level, and said, “What you call a slave, I call a star. I don’t know what you’ve heard about me at your hotel…”

“I heard enough,” Vaggie interrupted. “Angel told me everything about you and what you did to him.”

Valentino scoffed again and replied, “Oh, really? What did he tell you about me?”

SLAP!

Vaggie slapped Valentino across his face, knocking off his glasses and causing Vox and Velvet to gasp in shock.

“That you groomed him, abused him, and turned him into your own personal boy toy!” Vaggie snarled. “You’re a monster!”

Instead of lashing back, Valentino picked up his glasses, put them back on, stood up straight, stared down at Vaggie with a condescending smile on his face, and replied, “That’s what Angel is. Isn’t he? He made the contract with me. If he isn’t happy, Angel has no one to blame but himself.”

“YOU MOTHERFUCKING…Hey!” Vaggie screeched as she attempted to strike Valentino again only for Alastor to pull her back next to his side.

“Now, now, Vaggie, that’s enough,” Alastor said holding his bride against his chest. “You need to watch your temper.”

Vaggie squirmed out of his grip and retorted, “You can fuck right off!”

Valentino snickered at the scene and flashed another condescending smirk as he playfully twiddled his fingers in front of Vaggie’s face and said, “Ooh, you’ve got yourself a fiery little lady there, Alastor.”

Vaggie attempted to bite down on Valentino’s fingers, but Alastor held his hand over her mouth and pulled her back again.

“Vaggie, dear, I must ask you to calm yourself,” Alastor said, using both arms to hold back his angry and snarling bride.

“Or what?!” Vaggie snarled.

“Well…” said Alastor as he turned Vaggie around, held his hands on top of Vaggie’s bare shoulders, and flashed a devilish smile. “I will order Angel’s family to give him extra therapy.”

Valentino’s expression changed from bemusement to intrigued as he said, “Angel’s family. Is that who you sold him to?”

Vaggie growled angry at both the sons-of-bitches standing in front of her.

Just then, to make matters worse, Henroin and Arackniss climbed out of their limo and walked up the stairs.

Vaggie directed her angry glare away from the two overlords and over to the two spider demons approaching them.

“Good evening, Alastor,” Arackniss said, having reached the top of the stairs first.

Alastor smiled and greeted him back, “Good evening, Spider Family. Are you two ready to pick up your item?”

Henroin reached the top of the stairs and replied, “Not quite yet. We can take Anthony home after the auction. Arackniss and I wanted to stick around to enjoy food and see what other items you were bidding on. Is that alright?”

“Of course,” Alastor said grandly gesturing to the door behind him. “Come on in and make yourselves at home.”

“Wait,” Valentino interrupted. “You’re Angel’s Family?”

“Yeah,” Arackniss replied, looking apathetically into the eyes of the much taller overlord. “What’s it to ya?”

Vaggie began trembling in anger only for her fiancé to hold her back against his waist once more.

Valentino’s demeanor instantly changed as an opportunistic smile flashed across his face.

“Don Henroin…” Valentino said.

“Yes?” Henroin replied.

“You know who I am. Don’t you?”

“Yeah, so?”

“So, I was wondering if there was any way you could be persuaded to give me your son. As an overlord, I am well-connected, so I promise I could make it worth your while…”

“No,” Henroin interrupted.

Valentino paused, looking absolutely stunned.

Arackniss shrugged and said, “I’m going inside. Dad and I will let you know when we’re ready to see my little brother.”

“Wait, he’s your little brother?” Valentino replied.

Arackniss rolled his eyes, tipped his hat to Alastor and Vaggie, and said, “Good evening, doll,” to Vaggie as he passed by them, Vox, and Velvet and entered the manor.

Valentino immediately turned back to Henroin and said, “Sir, your son is quite the performer. He’s my number one star in fact. Wouldn’t it be more profitable to the both of us if you shared your son with me? I’d be willing to split half the profits I earn from his work with you. What do you say?”

Valentino reached out a hand only for Henroin to scoff and say, “We’re not keeping him gay…”

“Why not?” Valentino asked in surprise. “It’s so good for business.”

“I don’t care about your business,” Valentino replied walking past Henroin and his two friends. “We’re turning my son into a full-functioning member of the family. We ain’t letting him stay as he is. After his doctor gives him his treatment, my son’s going to be normal whether he likes it or not.”

Valentino followed Henroin into the manor followed by Vox and Velvet and shouted after him, “What the hell is that supposed to mean?!”

Vaggie growled angrily wondering how she was going to help Angel, but her expression changed as she noticed another spider. This one was a woman, completely pink with a heart on her bosom, striped on her limbs, poofy hair, and a black dress over her body.

Alastor cocked his head in confusion and asked, “And who might you be, young lady? You look awfully familiar. Did you come here with anyone?”

“The name’s Molly,” the spider demoness replied. “My Dad and my brother just walked in ahead of me.”

“Oh!” Alastor exclaimed. “You’re part of the Spider family! That certainly explains the resemblance! I didn’t realize Angel had a sister…”

“I’m his twin,” Molly interrupted determinedly taking another step towards Alastor. “Where is my brother?”

Vaggie looked at her attentively without saying a word.

“Why, he’s with the other items,” Alastor replied. “But don’t worry, my dear. You’ll get to see him.”

Molly blinked her large eyes, puffed out her lips, and asked sadly, “Is there any way I might see him now, Mr. Alastor, sir?”

Completely unphased, Alastor replied, “Later, my dear.”

“Your brother’s in trouble!” Vaggie managed to get out before Alastor pulled her more closely to his side and gave her a reprimanding glance.

“I know,” Molly replied quietly. “You must be Vaggie…”

“Indeed, she is,” Alastor interrupted, taking Vaggie’s arm and practically dragging her to the front door. “Now, come along, my lovely ladies. All the guests have arrived and it is time to begin the dinner!”

Vaggie and Molly shared one more nervous glance before Molly nervously followed Vaggie and Alastor inside.

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omgjasminesimone · 5 years

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The Hot Exchange Student Part 3

Logan x MC (Ellie)

Previous Part: Part 2

Next Part: Part 4

Author’s Note: This is longer than usual, and I didn’t get as far as I originally wanted to. Hopefully you guys like the longer length! One last RoDAW entry!

Summary: Logan is an exchange student from Detroit a month into his exchange program in L.A. Tensions rise with his detective host father as Logan becomes involved in L.A.’s criminal underbelly, while simultaneously becoming romantically involved with the detective’s daughter.

Word Count: ~4000

For a few moments no one speaks, a silent showdown. Mr. Wheeler is looking at his daughter with his ‘I’m not mad, I’m disappointed’ face, but when his stare turns to Logan sitting beside her, his face reads, ‘I’m both mad and disappointed’.

“Where were you guys?” Detective Wheeler finally asks.

“A car show.” Ellie answers.

“I was unaware they had car shows at 11:00 PM on Saturday nights. Did you mean an illegal sideshow?” Detective Wheeler prompts.

Ellie sighs, her shoulders slumping. “Yes.”

Detective Wheeler nods. “Despite the fact that you guys are grounded, and you’re only supposed to leave the house for school or if you’re studying.”

Ellie deflates further. “…Yes.” She answers when her father looks like he’s waiting for a response.

Detective Wheeler turns his gaze to Logan, who is sitting beside Ellie defiantly, not looking remorseful in the least. “Anything you want to say Logan?” Detective Wheeler asks, narrowed eyes informing Logan that he’s looking for an apology.

He doesn’t get one. “Just that the three week grounding for missing a 10:00 curfew seemed a little excessive to me. Ellie is a good person. You can loosen the leash a little bit.”

Ellie winces at that response. Her dad is going to explode.

The cold, calm anger Detective Wheeler speaks with next is more terrifying than the rare occasions when he’s yelled at her. “You’ve been very disrespectful since you got here Logan. We’ve had several conversations about it, and your behavior has not changed. I think you’re a bad influence on Ellie, and I really don’t like that. If you’re going to live under my roof, you’re going to follow my rules. Otherwise, you can leave my house and go back to Detroit early. Are we clear?”

This is the first time Detective Wheeler has actually threatened to kick Logan out of the house. Logan’s jaw clenches as he fights his desire to retort. He chances a quick look at Ellie before he nods. “Crystal.”

“Good. I also want to speak to your parents about your behavior.” Detective Wheeler adds, leaning back in his recliner.

Logan hesitates, taking a breath before he finally speaks. “I can give you my current foster father’s phone number if you really want it, but I can promise you he’s not going to care. And most of the time his phone doesn’t work because he spends his whole social security check on beer before paying the bill.” Logan reveals.

Foster care. That explains a lot. The lack of belongings. His aversion to parental authority. His ‘situation’ in Detroit. Ellie feels bad for him, but she tries to fight down that feeling. She knows Logan well enough to know that he doesn’t want her pity. That’s probably why he never told her.

“I’d still like his number.” Detective Wheeler says, pulling out his address book while Logan goes through his phone to pull up his contacts. Logan recites the number, and Detective Wheeler writes it down. “I’ll call him tomorrow since it’s so late, even later Central time. You guys should get to bed too.”

Ellie looks at her dad suspiciously. That’s it? Ellie starts to get up, but then her father speaks again.

“By the way, you guys are grounded for another 3 weeks. And this time, I mean it.”

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Ellie’s phone pings as she and Logan watch a movie on the couch, her head resting on his shoulder. She sits up to grab it from the coffee table. It’s a text from her dad.

Dad: Peace signs by the refrigerator.

“Logan, peace signs by the refrigerator.” Ellie reports, standing up and heading towards the kitchen. Logan follows behind her, hands in the pockets of his jeans.

“This is so stupid.” He complains as they pose for the selfie. Ellie sees he’s flipping a bird in her camera screen as she prepares to take the photo.

“Logan.” She admonishes, so he lifts his index finger as well to make the peace sign her father has requested.

To enforce his grounding when he’s away at work, Ellie’s father requests specific poses somewhere in the house. That way, he knows they’re home like they’re supposed to be. This is their last day of grounding, but it hasn’t been all bad.

Ellie has gotten a lot of studying done over the three weeks, and more importantly, she’s had a lot of quality time to spend with Logan. He’s more open with her now, since he’s not trying to hide his background anymore.

Logan told her that he was born in prison. That he doesn’t know who his father is. That his mom is still in jail for all he knows, they’ve never had any contact.

He told her about his current foster father, an alcoholic with 6 foster kids in a small three bedroom trailer. Logan shares a small bedroom with a 15 year old foster brother, who Logan simply describes as ‘troubled’. Despite this, he tells her it’s actually one of his better placements.

That’s why when his high school counselor told him about the opportunity for a full ride scholarship for the exchange program, he jumped on it.

(“She’s straight out of college. So she’s not jaded yet, she still cares.” Logan scoffs, drawing skulls on the toes of his chucks as they hang out on the porch. “That won’t last long.”)

Another reason why the grounding hasn’t been all bad is because they’ve found creative ways to work around it. Ellie and Logan signed up for an after school SAT prep class, and Logan convinced her to lie to her father about what time it ends, giving them 2 hours of free time each day after school. Well, Logan has 4 hours of free time because he doesn’t actually go to the class. She’s not sure exactly what he’s doing, he’s very vague about it when she asks.

Ellie feels bad about lying, she didn’t habitually lie to her father before Logan got here, but she does enjoy those 2 hours with Logan. Sometimes, they go to the beach. Or that diner she loves with Riya and Darius. But usually, that time is dedicated to driving practice. Ellie really want to pass her license test.

Since they’re already in the kitchen, Ellie pops another bag of popcorn before they return to the couch. “Do you feel ready for your driving test tomorrow?” Logan asks, watching her instead of the cheesy horror movie.

“I think I am.” She smiles up at him. “You’ve taught me well.”

Hmm, what to wear. Ellie is looking for an outfit that says, hey, this girl is a competent driver who totally deserves a license. She settles on a denim skirt and a white shirt that hangs off her shoulders. She’s putting her long hair into her usual braid when Logan knocks.

“Hey troublemaker. Change of plans. I’m sorry, but I can’t take you to your test. Something important came up.” He takes in her outfit. “Wow, you look great.”

She’s too annoyed with him to be flustered at the compliment. “What do you mean you can’t take me? I can’t ask my dad and rescheduling with the DMV would be an absolute nightmare.”

“You can take the car, just drive yourself.” Logan underhand tosses her the keys.

She catches them with both hands, “But, I don’t have my license! It’s illegal for me to drive by myself.”

“Just don’t get pulled over on the way there and you’ll be fine. You’re definitely going to pass. Come here, good luck hug, not that you need it.”

She wants to ask him what he’s doing that’s so important, but she doubts he would tell her. So she just walks over and hugs him. He smells really good. Like, vanilla-y? She tightens her grip around his muscled chest, burying her face into his shirt.

“Text me when you’ve passed.” Logan says as he pulls away after one last squeeze.

She is even more of a stickler for the rules than she usually is as she drives to the DMV, cars behind her getting annoyed with her since she’s actually under the speed limit. But she doesn’t get pulled over, and when she finishes her test the instructor says she’s the best beginner he’s ever seen. She’s passed.

Ellie smiles for her new license photo, and once it’s printed she takes a photo of the freshly minted license and texts it to Logan. He replies right away.

Logan: congrats!!

Logan: knew u could do it troublemaker

Ellie: Thank you! I’m very excited, if you couldn’t tell from the big cheesy grin on my license photo. :D

Ellie: Where are you? I can come pick you up, we can get a celebratory late lunch/early dinner.

The three dots indicating that Logan is typing starts, stops, and then starts again as he probably writes and deletes a message.

Logan: I’m actually at a drive-in movie theater

Logan: come meet me troublemaker 😉

His next text includes an address on Rosecrans. Ellie plugs it into her phone and takes her first licensed solo drive.

Ellie wanders the parking lot on foot. Logan told her to park on the street (they charge by car), and that she’s looking for a white van. But there are a lot of cars here. She looks around helplessly, pulling out her phone to text Logan again.

“You lost, sweetheart?”

Ellie turns to see who would use sweetheart in such a condescending manner. She’s met with a boy who looks to be around her age, dark hair, even darker eyes, dressed in a leather jacket and carrying a tub of popcorn. He seems familiar for some reason.

“Maybe a little lost. Logan’s directions were a little vague.” She admits.

“Aah, you must be Ellie. Logan said you were coming.” He looks her up and down. “What is a girl like you doing hanging out with a lowlife like Logan?” Before Ellie can say anything in Logan’s defense, the boy walks off. Ellie assumes she should follow him.

He stops in front of an old white cargo van, opening the sliding door. Inside there’s Logan, a man with long hair, prominent neck tattoos, and glasses, an extremely tall woman, and another woman with long black hair and a piercing gaze all resting on bean bag chairs in the back.

“Hey Ellie, you made it.” Logan says, taking her hand to help her into the van. “Ellie, this is Toby, Ximena, Mona, and Colt.”

Toby and Ximena both give her a welcoming smile, while Mona just looks at her appraisingly. “Take a seat Ellie! Or you’re going to miss the best part!” Toby warns, eyes returning to the screen.

Ellie squeezes onto Logan’s bean bag chair, leg flush against his. “How’d you meet your friends?” She asks Logan softly.

“I wouldn’t say they’re my friends. Just coworkers I get along with. Well, I don’t always get along with Colt. But he’s just visiting Kaneko over his Fall Break.” Logan answers.

Ahh, so that’s why Colt looked familiar, he’s Kaneko’s son. Ellie’s brow furrows as she goes over the rest of his statement. “Coworkers? You have a job?”

His eyes widen slightly at his slip up. He gives her a measured glance, as if he’s deciding how much he should tell her. “I’m doing some work for Kaneko.”

Ellie’s blood runs cold, remembering how everyone feared Kaneko. Knowing that whatever work Kaneko is offering is probably criminal. What has Logan gotten himself into? “What kind of work?” She presses.

“Shh you two! Blown Gasket is playing!” Toby chastises, looking at the screen raptly during a car chase scene.

Ellie shuts up, but not before giving Logan a look that clearly says the discussion isn’t over.

Colt scoffs at Toby’s enthusiasm. “Calm down Toby. You’ve only seen this stupid movie fifty times.”

“No one forced you to come Kaneko Jr.” Mona retorts, not even bothering to turn away from the screen to look at Colt.

“My dad wanted everyone out of the garage while he does whatever he’s doing, especially me.” Colt replies.

Logan leans over slightly to whisper in Ellie’s ear, not wanting Toby’s wrath. “Does your dad know where we are?”

“I just told him we’re out with friends. We’re not grounded anymore, so he was fine with it.” Ellie whispers back.

Half an hour later, Ellie finishes the last of the popcorn in the extra large tub. She starts to put the empty tub down on the floor, when Ximena interjects. “Nuh uh sweetie. Whoever finishes it gets the next refill.”

Toby gives Ellie a $100 bill. “Does anyone have anything smaller?” Ellie asks, standing from the bean bag chair and heading for the door.

“Nope.” Mona responds, opening the door for Ellie.

Ellie is walking across the lot towards the concession stand when suddenly someone steps in front of her, blocking her path. Ellie looks up and is met with Salazar’s smirking face. “I can’t believe it, real nice of you to join us.” Salazar sneers.

“Salazar…” Ellie mumbles, dropping the popcorn bucket and turning around to head back to the van when Salazar steps towards her menacingly. Ellie’s escape path is cut off by the same four goons who had accompanied Salazar when he lost the race.

“I heard the Mercy Park Crew was hanging around here, came to see for myself.” He spits out when he reaches her. Mercy Park Crew? Ellie has no idea what he’s talking about. “Your boyfriend owes me money for what he did, lots of it.”

“You lost the race. You both agreed on the terms.” Ellie mutters weakly, looking around for a possible escape but finding nothing.

“I don’t remember him stealing the opportunity I had with Kaneko being one of the terms. I worked hard to build respect in the streets, to make a name for myself, and now some punk kid shows up and gets everything handed to him? That’s bullshit.” He turns to the biggest goon. “Grab her. He’ll pay to get her back.”

“No!” Ellie tries to fight off the heavily tattooed man gripping her arm roughly, but he’s twice her size so she doesn’t stand a chance.

“Get away from her. You got a problem with me, you leave her out of it.” Logan’s voice has a dangerous edge to it that Ellie has never heard before. The goon looks to Salazar, waiting for a small nod, before releasing her.

Ellie quickly retreats to Logan’s side, and he gently pushes her behind him. Salazar smirks, eyeing Logan venomously. “Now it’s a party.”

The goons close in, encircling Logan. Logan clenches his fists, gearing up for a fight.

“No, Logan! You can’t fight them five on one. We need to run.” Ellie reasons.

He briefly turns to look at her, his gaze hard. “You need to run. Now.” He swings his fist at the nearest goon, rocking his jaw.

That goon goes down, clutching his jaw, but one of the others cries “Get him!”, and the remaining goons and Salazar attack all at once. Ellie doesn’t run as instructed, instead she looks on worriedly as Logan fights like an animal, punching, grappling, slamming.

Her heart hurts a little as she wonders where he learned to fight like this. Was it a particularly abusive group home? Out on the streets of Detroit? He holds his own for a while, but eventually he can’t fend them all off and they get him down to the ground.

“You piece of shit.” Salazar sneers, kicking Logan hard in the ribs, again, and again. Ellie can’t take anymore, so she grabs a forgotten pipe on the asphalt as she runs towards the melee.

“Stop it!” She cries, swinging as hard as she can into Salazar’s back. He topples over with a grunt.

Salazar glares at her. “You little bitch.” Logan takes advantage of Salazar being momentarily preoccupied, kicking straight into one of the goon’s chin. He falls with a yelp. But another goon grabs Ellie, throwing her roughly into a car door. Ellie feels a searing pain from her forehead, raising her hand to grasp at it. When she brings her hand back down, there’s blood on her palm. “Nnh.” She mutters weakly, putting both hands to the asphalt in an attempt to get back to her feet.

“Ellie!” Logan exclaims. He’s covered in bruises, but he tries to push himself up anyway. He is quickly beaten back down.

Salazar gets to his feet, dusting himself off. “You don’t know who you messed with.” He threatens, readying to stomp down on Logan.

Suddenly, a razor sharp knife flicks to Salazar’s throat, Mona appears behind him with Toby, Colt, and Ximena, all looking very threatening. Ellie is surprised Toby can pull off such a menacing look.

“Do you?” Mona asks, allowing the blade to dig in a little more. Salazar lowers his foot, putting his hands up, knowing he’s been beaten. “Don’t show your faces here again.” Mona threatens, shoving Salazar away. Salazar glares at Ellie and Logan one more time before stalking away, his injured goons following behind him.

Colt offers Logan a hand up. “You’re pretty lucky I saved your ass, huh? Pshh…and dad thinks you could replace me.”

Logan ignores Colt’s hand, getting up on his own. “Funny, I don’t feel too lucky right about now. Where’s Ellie?”

“Logan!” Ellie runs to the group, taking Logan’s face into her hands and gently examining the bruising, the worst of it around his right eye, which is swollen shut. He smiles weakly at her, apologetically. Ellie sighs, gently rubbing her thumb on his cheek. “We need to get you home Logan.”

She turns towards the others. “Thank you for saving him.”

Colt smirks, crossing his arms over his chest. “Consider it Mercy Park Crew community service.”

…

“Ellie? Logan?” Her dad’s voice carries from the kitchen as Ellie opens the front door and the door alarm chimes shortly.

“Hey Dad, we’re home.” Ellie calls back, trying to tug Logan up the stairs before her dad sees his bruises, which will no doubt lead to questions they’re unprepared to answer.

“Dinner is almost ready!” Her dad calls back. The smell of his home made spaghetti permeates the air.

“Okay! We’ll be down shortly!” Ellie yells from the top of the stairs, pulling Logan into his room. She pulls the door almost closed behind them, leaving it open just a crack. That’s another one of her dad’s rules, she and Logan aren’t allowed to be in a room together with the door closed.

Ellie pulls the first aid kid from the closet. “Sit.” She commands, so Logan takes a seat on his bed. Ellie turns the lamp beside the bed on, bathing Logan in its soft glow. For the first time she sees how badly injured he is. She sighs, taking a seat beside him. “You shouldn’t have gone through all that trouble for me.”

“What are you talking about? They never would have gone after you if it wasn’t for me. So yes, I did” Logan insists. Ellie tenderly touches Logan’s face, and he tries to hide his wince, but she sees it. He places his hand over hers before she can pull back. “I’m fine Ellie. I’ve been in worse fights. They only got a few licks in.”

They clearly got more than a few licks in, but Ellie doesn’t argue with him. Instead, she opens the first aid kit. She remembers watching Salazar kick him in the ribs, knowing they’re probably seriously injured. “Can you take off your shirt?” She asks softly.

He peels off the white t-shirt, wincing a little at the movement, and tosses the shirt to the floor. He keeps the spark plug necklace he’s always wearing on.

She’s felt how toned he is when they’ve hugged, but it’s an entirely different experience to see all his taut muscles exposed in the low light of the lamp. But before she can become too distracted by his amazing body and six pack abs, she notices the dark purple bruising all over his sides. And beneath that, the scars from the car accident he told her about when he was teaching her to drive, making her promise to always be in control.

Ellie grabs the peroxide from the kit and dabs it on a long gash running down his collarbone. “Fuck, that stings.” Logan complains, squeezing his eyes shut as he tries not to pull away from her.

“I’m sorry.” She apologizes, placing a soft kiss to the tan skin near the gash without even thinking about it. But she notices his soft intake of breath and realizes what she just did. She slowly raises her gaze to meet his.

Something electric passes between them, and then Logan’s eyes go up further, to the cut on her forehead. He pushes her hair out of her face and traces it, his touch gentler than she could ever expect from the same boy she saw just a half hour earlier fighting the goons so viciously.

“You’re hurt.” He observes.

“I’m fine. You’re the one who’s hurt.” She retorts, knocking his hand aside and getting back to her task of bandaging up the cut.

He shakes his head softly, watching her as she starts to bandage up his ribs. “You should have run Ellie. Why didn’t you run like I told you to?” Logan admonishes.

“I couldn’t just leave you there Logan.”

“You have to. You have to be able to leave me Ellie. Otherwise…” He trails off, turning away from her.

“Otherwise what? Logan?” When he still doesn’t respond, she puts both hands on his face and forces him to make eye contact. “What are you trying to tell me Logan?” She asks softly, looking deeply into his brown eyes.

Suddenly, he surges forward, lips capturing hers in a searing kiss.

Oh my God, he’s kissing her. She’s having her first kiss. She’ll have to call Riya later, her long-time best friend will want to know about this. Logan’s hands tangle in her hair, tilting her head as he attempts to deepen the kiss. Ellie doesn’t know what to do with her hands, she starts to put them on his strong bare shoulders, but chickens out at the last moment and let’s them fall back to her sides.

Wait, he’s licking at her lips now. Does that mean something? Does he want her to open her mouth? Is she ready for that? What if she’s a bad kisser? Is she totally embarrassing herself?

Logan pulls away from her lips, resting his forehead against hers as both of their eyes open. “You’re overthinking this.”

“I overthink everything.”

Logan smiles softly at that response, giving her a quick peck. “Just relax. Do what feels natural. Trust me Ellie, there’s nothing you can do that I won’t like.” He closes his eyes and kisses her again, and Ellie takes his advice. She doesn’t think, she does what feels natural. Ellie’s hands trail up his arms to loop around his neck, pulling herself closer to him. He opens his mouth, and because of the way their wet lips are staggered, her mouth opens too, allowing him to slip his tongue in.

It’s an unfamiliar sensation, but she decides she likes it. She tentatively circles his tongue with her own, and he hums appreciatively. Despite his injuries, he pulls her onto his lap, letting her straddle him. He pulls back to give her time to breathe, kissing down her neck and across her collar bone.

She tangles her fingers in his hair. It’s as soft as she always imagined it would be. Logan’s name escapes her lips on a breathy sigh as he sucks on her collar bone, marking her. He returns to her lips, kissing her more forcefully, hand pressed to her lower back to pull her even closer.

“Dinner!” Detective Wheeler calls from downstairs, causing the two teens to quickly spring away from each other, remembering where they are.

“We can’t let him see you like this. I’ll tell him you’re tired and skipping dinner. I’ll bring up your food later. Hopefully your eye will be less swollen tomorrow, we’ll put some concealer on your bruises.” Ellie plans out loud.

Logan smiles softly, really wanting to kiss her again. “Sounds like a plan troublemaker.” She turns to head downstairs. “Wait!” Logan calls out, reaching for her hand. He gently pulls her back to him and tugs her shirt up a little, covering the hickey forming on her collar bone. “Okay, you can go now.”

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