Our Little Secret
John Logan x Graham Sister!OC
Backstory: In which Garrett Graham has a twin sister named Gwynneth Graham. Gwynneth aka Gwynn is a 5ft (1.524m) ballet dancer and physical carbon copy of Garrett. Gwynn used to live in Paris studying ballet and just moved to Briar U this year. She becomes friends with Hannah and Allie, and she meets the hockey boys and romance sparks.
Warning: I don't know what I'm doing so 🤷
Note: I'm not the best writer but I got so many brain itches and I couldn't possibly request them all so I thought I would give writing a go.
The front door of the hockey house swung open, letting in a burst of laughter and the crisp afternoon air. Garrett was mid-sentence, laughing at something Hannah had said, with her hand slipped firmly into his. Behind them, Allie and Dean were bickering playfully about who had better music taste.
Then, Garrett stepped into the entryway. And stopped dead in his tracks.
The laughter died instantly. Hannah nearly bumped into his back, blinking in confusion before her eyes followed Garrett’s locked, murderous gaze over to the living room couch.
The house was usually a chaotic mess, but right now, it was entirely still. On the worn leather sofa, Logan was stretched out, his long legs dangling off the edge. He was wearing his favorite gray Briar hockey hoodie and an unbuttoned flannel, but most of his chest was completely obscured by a cloud of pastel pink.
Gwynn was tucked perfectly into him. Her tiny five-foot frame was nestled entirely between his legs, her head buried securely in the crook of his neck, and a matching pink satin bow was slightly askew in her wavy hair. One of Logan’s massive arms was hooked tightly around her upper back, burying her against him, while his other hand rested possessively near her waist. He looked fiercely protective, even in his sleep, his cheek resting right against the top of her head.
"What the hell," Garrett whispered. The sound wasn't loud, but it was laced with pure, unadulterated twin wrath. The "Bear" had officially awakened.
Hannah’s heart did a frantic flip. She and Allie locked eyes for a split second—a silent, panicked conversation passing between them. Oh my god, they fell asleep. They were supposed to be careful.
"Garrett, babe, wait—" Hannah started, quickly grabbing his bicep to anchor him before he could march over there and flip the couch upside down.
"Is that... Logan?" Dean squinted, completely oblivious to the sheer danger of the situation. He let out a low whistle, a grin spreading across his face. "Damn. Bold move, man. I respect the hustle, but you are a dead man."
"Shut up, Dean," Allie hissed, stepping forward and swatting his arm. She quickly forced a look of pure, exaggerated shock onto her face, looking at Hannah. "Oh my goodness! Hannah, did you know about this? I had no idea. Wow. I am so surprised."
"Me too! Totally shocked!" Hannah chirped, her voice a little too high-pitched. She squeezed Garrett’s arm tighter. "Garrett, don't do anything crazy."
But Garrett was already moving. He broke away from Hannah, his face a mask of betrayal and fury. He took three long strides into the living room, standing over the couch like a towering thundercloud.
"John. Logan," Garrett growled, his voice dropping an octave.
The authority in his best friend's voice bypassed Logan’s sleep-fogged brain. Logan’s eyes snapped open. For a fraction of a second, he was disoriented, his grip tightening instinctively around the warm, soft girl on his chest. He inhaled the scent of vanilla and hairspray, his brain automatically registering Princess.
Then, his eyes focused. He looked up.
Garrett was staring down at him, chest heaving, looking ready to drop gloves on the ice. Behind him, Hannah was giving Logan a frantic 'I tried to stop him!' look, Allie was biting her lip, and Dean was leaning against the wall, looking highly entertained.
Logan didn't move. He knew he was caught. He knew the "hands-off" rule had been shattered into a million pieces. But as he looked up at his best friend, his first instinct wasn't to jump up or push Gwynn away to save his own skin. Instead, he just shifted slightly, keeping his arms locked securely around Gwynn so she wouldn't wake up startled.
"Keep your voice down, Garrett," Logan said, his voice rough and gravelly from sleep, but completely steady. He didn't use his usual playful, joking tone. This was serious. "She's finally asleep."
Gwynn stirred at the sound of his chest vibrating, letting out a tiny, soft whimper, her fingers clutching tighter into his flannel. Logan immediately smoothed a hand down her back, pressing a comforting, instinctive kiss into her hair without even thinking about the audience.
Garrett’s jaw literally dropped. "Are you out of your mind? Get your hands off my sister."
Logan didn't flinch under Garrett’s terrifying glare. Instead, he narrowed his eyes and let out a sharp, protective hiss. "Stop talking. Now."
Garrett blinked, momentarily stunned into silence by the sheer authority in his best friend's voice. Logan never spoke to him like that before.
"Look at her," Logan whispered, his gravelly voice fiercely fierce but hushed. He didn't relax his grip on Gwynn for even a second. "Everyone shut up and listen to me. She has had a brutal week. She’s been drowning in stress over this recital, she hasn’t been eating or sleeping properly, and she literally called me in tears from the studio because she collapsed from exhaustion. This is the longest she’s been asleep all week. So if you wake her up right now, I swear to God, G..."
The threat hung in the air, but the mention of Gwynn crying and collapsing instantly deflated Garrett’s rage, replacing it with a spike of pure panic. The angry, overprotective older brother dissolved into the terrified twin.
Garrett’s eyes immediately dropped to his sister, frantically scanning her five-foot frame. He noticed the slight dark circles under her eyes, the way her small shoulders were finally relaxed, and how tightly she was clinging to Logan’s flannel like it was a lifeline. She looked so small, so fragile, and completely wiped out.
The anger left Garrett's posture, but the protective territoriality remained. He glared back up at Logan, leaning in close so only his best friend could hear his low, lethal murmur.
"This conversation is not over, Logan," Garrett muttered, pointing two fingers at his own eyes and then at Logan. "Not by a long shot."
Still pouting heavily, Garrett turned on his heel, his shoulders hunched like a grounded toddler. He grabbed Hannah’s hand, dragging her toward the stairs so he could go sulk in his room and process the absolute betrayal. Hannah threw Logan a supportive, relieved thumbs-up over her shoulder before letting herself be pulled away.
Dean, realizing the free entertainment was over, shook his head with a grin. "Good luck, man. Nice knowing you," he whispered, before Allie grabbed his shirt collar and dragged him upstairs toward his own room, giving Logan a reassuring smile on the way.
The heavy stomping of hockey players faded as they went upstairs, followed by the soft click of bedroom doors closing. Finally, the house was silent again.
The commotion had caught up to Gwynn, though. She stirred against Logan's chest, her tiny brow furrowing in her sleep as she let out a soft, discontented whimper. She began to shift, her eyelashes fluttering as if she were about to wake up back into reality and stress.
"Shh, I've got you, Princess," Logan murmured, his voice instantly dropping into a deep, velvety purr.
He was incredibly sweet and gentle, wholly devoted to the girl in his arms. He carefully smoothed his large hand up and down her back, the heat of his palm radiating through her pastel dress. With his other hand, he gently stroked her hair, making sure not to mess up the pink satin bow, and pressed his lips softly against her temple.
"Go back to sleep, Gorgeous. You're safe." he breathed into her hair.
The familiar, grounding scent of him—woodsy cologne, and minty laundry detergent—combined with the soothing rumble of his chest completely disarmed her defense mechanisms. Gwynn let out a long, contented sigh, her body turning into absolute mush against him. She buried her face even deeper into the crook of his neck, her tiny fingers curling tightly into the fabric of his hockey hoodie, and let out a soft breath as she plunged right back into a deep, peaceful sleep.
Logan let out a quiet breath of his own, resting his chin back on top of her head. He didn't care that his legs were getting cramped, or that Garrett was probably currently pacing a hole into the ceiling upstairs, plotting his demise.
All that mattered was the steady, rhythmic rise and fall of Gwynn's chest against his. He looked down at her face, completely mesmerized by how peaceful she looked when she wasn't carrying the weight of the world, a soft, incredibly tender smile taking over his face. He was a goner, and he knew it—and he would gladly face a furious Garrett Graham every single day if it meant he got to protect his Princess like this.
An hour later, the afternoon sun had shifted, casting long, warm golden beams across the living room. Gwynn stirred, her eyelashes fluttering against Logan’s neck before she slowly blinked her eyes open. Her vision was still a little blurry from the deep sleep, but as she tilted her head up, she immediately collided with a pair of intense, melt-your-insides brown eyes. Logan was staring down at her, a soft, completely captivated smile playing on his lips.
Gwynn blinked, her sleep-fogged brain registering the look. Even with her lingering grogginess, her inner sass couldn't help but flare up.
"You know, staring at someone while they sleep is probably legally classified as creepy, Johnny," she murmured, her voice small and raspy from the long nap, but laced with her signature wit.
Logan let out a quiet, rumbling laugh that vibrated beautifully against her cheek. He tightened his arms around her waist, pulling her a fraction closer. "Yeah? Well, lock me up then, Princess, because I can’t help it. Not when I'm looking at the most beautiful girl in the whole world."
A furious, rosy blush instantly rushed to Gwynn’s cheeks, effectively obliterating the last of her sleepiness. Even after being together for this long, his unfiltered, intense compliments always turned her into an absolute puddle. Seeing her flustered, Logan smirked—that familiar, devastatingly charming expression—and leaned down to catch her lips in a soft, lingering kiss. It was slow and completely reassuring, tasting faintly of the mint gum he'd been chewing earlier.
When they finally broke apart, Logan kept his face close to hers, his fingers gently wiping a stray strand of hair away from her forehead.
"Did you have a good nap, baby?" he asked, his voice dropping into that ultra-soft, protective tone he only ever used for her.
Post-nap Gwynn was always a complete contrast to her usual sharp-tongued self; she was soft, shy, and entirely cuddly. Instead of a sassy retort, she just let out a sweet, tiny hum and nodded yes. She melted right back against Logan’s broad chest, burying her face under his chin, smiling up at him with pure adoration.
Suddenly, a loud, distinct thud echoed from the floorboards directly above them, followed by the muffled sound of a curse.
Gwynn froze instantly in Logan’s arms, her muscles tensing up. She lifted her head, her big eyes wide with sudden anxiety. "Johnny... is someone else home?"
Logan’s heart did a slight guilty thump as reality came crashing back into the room. He had been so focused on her that he had completely blocked out the looming threat pacing around upstairs. He winced slightly, rubbing a soothing hand up and down her arm.
"Uh, yeah. About that, Gorgeous," Logan began carefully, giving her an apologetic look. "Garrett, Hannah, Dean, and Allie came back from a double date about forty minutes ago."
Gwynn’s breath hitched. She sat up a little, her eyes darting around the empty room before locking back onto Logan. "Oh my god. Did they... did Garrett see us?"
"Yeah. He saw us," Logan admitted honestly, keeping his tone as calm and grounded as possible so she wouldn't panic. "He was intrigued, but I told him to shut up because you needed the sleep. Don't worry, Princess," he added quickly, catching her hands when he saw the worry pooling in her eyes. "Hey, look at me. Don't worry. I've got you. We’re just going to have a calm, adult conversation about this. It's going to be fine."
Gwynn took a shaky breath, nodding, trusting him completely even if her heart was hammering against her ribs.
Logan gave her hands one last reassuring squeeze. He sat up a bit more on the couch, clearing his throat, and looked toward the staircase. The easygoing, playful facade was gone, replaced by the steady, loyal right-hand man who was ready to face the music for the girl he loved.
"Garrett!" Logan called out, his deep voice carrying clearly up the stairs. "Come downstairs! Let's talk!"
Logan shifted his weight, sitting completely upright on the couch. Gwynn sat up right alongside him, immediately curling against his side like a protective shield, her small hand gripping the fabric of his flannel.
A moment later, heavy footsteps echoed on the stairs. Garrett came stomping down into the living room, his face a thundercloud of pure betrayal, with Hannah following closely behind, clearly here for emotional support. They sat down on the adjacent couch. Garrett didn't even look at his sister; he was hardcore glaring at Logan, his eyes practically shooting lasers.
"Bro code, Logan! Bro. Code," Garrett immediately launched into a heated rant, his voice vibrating with raw anger. "You're supposed to be my best friend. My brother. We live together, we play together, I have your back on and off the ice! And you just completely spit in my face?" Garrett leaned forward, gesturing wildly. "How could you just ignore the one rule I put in place? I explicitly told you guys: hands off Gwynn. No flirting, no touching, nothing. And you've been lying to my face?!"
Gwynn’s jaw dropped. She froze against Logan’s side, the lingering post-nap softness instantly evaporating as pure shock and fury took over. "Wait. What?" she demanded, her voice snapping across the room. She stared at her twin, absolutely livid. "A 'hands-off' rule? Are you kidding me, Garrett?!"
Next to Garrett, Hannah looked equally appalled. Her eyebrows shot up, and she smacked Garrett’s arm. "You did what? Garrett, that is absolutely not okay. She is a grown woman, not a piece of property you get to put a 'do not touch' sign on!"
"I was doing the right thing!" Garrett snapped back, defending himself, but Gwynn was already on her feet.
"The right thing?!" Gwynn started arguing, her voice rising as she stepped in front of the couch. "You are so unbelievably smothered by this overprotective alpha-male BS, Garrett! You don't get to control who I talk to, who I date, or who your friends can look at! I go to this university, I live my own life. You treating me like some fragile little doll that needs your permission to exist is pushing me past my breaking point!"
Logan and Hannah both sat like anchors next to their respective partners, completely unsure of how to deescalate the raw, explosive energy of a twin fight. They both knew the history lurking beneath this anger.
Hannah desperately tried to ground Garrett, grabbing his tense hand and squeezing it tightly. "Garrett, look at me," Hannah murmured softly, trying to pull his focus. "Calm down. You need to see this from Gwynn's side. You can't control her life, G. I know you love her, but listen to her."
Meanwhile, Logan reached out, his large hand finding Gwynn’s hip as she stood near his knees. He rubbed his thumb in slow, soothing circles against her, his deep voice a low, private murmur meant only for her. "Princess, breathe. Let's take it down a notch, okay? I've got you. Just breathe, Gorgeous."
But Gwynn was too far gone. The weeks of recital stress, exhaustion, and now this massive wave of betrayal had her completely overwhelmed. She was shouting at Garrett, her arguments sharp and relentless, but her five-foot frame was literally shaking with the sheer intensity of her anger.
"You have no right—" Gwynn yelled, her voice cracking.
"I HAD TO PROTECT YOU!" Garrett suddenly roared back, jumping to his feet and interrupting her. The volume of his voice shook the room, but it was the raw, broken agony in his expression that stopped everyone cold. "I had to protect you because I didn't want you to ever, ever end up with a guy who treated you the way our dad treated our mom!"
The name Phil Graham didn't need to be spoken. It hung in the dead silence of the living room like a physical weight.
Everyone was instantly stunned into absolute, breathless silence. Hannah’s hand dropped from Garrett’s, her eyes softening with deep empathy. Logan stopped his thumb movements, his expression turning solemn and understanding.
Gwynn and Garrett just stood there, staring at each other silently across the short expanse of the rug. The fiery anger in Gwynn’s eyes vanished, replaced by a profound shock. She looked at her twin brother—the boy who had taken hits for her, the boy who had stood between her and a monster—and she saw the terrifying, deeply rooted fear driving his overprotection.
The silence stretched, heavy and deeply emotional. Tears pricked the edges of Gwynn’s eyes, and Garrett’s chest heaved, his own eyes glossy.
"Garrett..." Gwynn’s voice dropped to a whisper, the sass entirely gone, replaced by a fragile sincerity. She stepped closer to him. "You have to let me live. You have to let me make my own mistakes, Bear. If you shield me from everything, I’ll never actually grow up." She swallowed hard, glancing back at Logan before looking her brother dead in the eye. "And Logan... Johnny would never hurt me. You know him. You know his heart. He is nothing like Phil."
Garrett shifted his gaze to Logan. He still looked apprehensive, his jaw tight, his protective walls fiercely guarded but desperately wanting to believe his sister was safe.
Realizing it was his turn to step up, Logan stood up from the couch. He didn't use his usual charming, casual playground grin. He didn't make a joke to deflect the tension. His blue eyes were intense, steady, and filled with the fierce loyalty he was known for. He walked over, standing right beside Gwynn, and looked his best friend dead in the eyes.
"I’m not playing games here, G," Logan said, his voice deep, gravelly, and completely unwavering. "Gwynn isn't just another girl to me. She's not a casual hookup, and she's not some secret I was keeping to mess with you. She is the girl for me. I am entirely serious about her, and I will spend every single day making sure she is safe, respected, and loved. I would never do anything to hurt her. You have my word as your best friend."
Garrett stared at Logan for a long, agonizing moment, searching his best friend's face for any sign of hesitation. He found none. Logan was completely a goner for Gwynn, and Garrett knew Logan’s loyalty was ironclad.
Letting out a long, heavy sigh, the tension finally drained out of Garrett's broad shoulders. He looked between the two of them, rubbing the back of his neck. "Fine," Garrett muttered, nodding slowly. "You have my blessing. Just... if you break her heart, Logan, best friend or not, I will end you."
Despite the emotional gravity of the last five minutes, the immediate relief in the room gave Gwynn her spark back. Hearing the word "blessing" made her inner sass flare right back up to the surface.
She crossed her arms, rolling her eyes with a dramatic, glossy-lipped pout. "Oh, please," Gwynn sniffed, tilting her chin up at Garrett. "Like I care about your blessing. I was going to do whatever I wanted regardless of your permission, Bear, but thank you for finally joining the 21st century."
Logan couldn't help but let out a low chuckle, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling his tiny, sassy Princess flush against his side.
Garrett let out a loud, dramatic groan, throwing his hands up in the air and making a heavily exaggerated face of pure disgust. "Okay, look. Just because I know about it now, and just because I'm tolerating it, that absolutely does NOT mean I want to see any PDA from the two of you in front of me. Seriously. Keep the mushy stuff behind closed doors."
Gwynn didn't even hesitate. She gave a majestic roll of her eyes, a devious spark lighting up her face.
Before Garrett could even finish his sentence, she reached up, grabbed the heavy fabric of Logan’s flannel, and yanked him downward. Because she was a full foot shorter than him, she still had to launch herself up onto her tiptoes, straining to reach his height. Logan, entirely willing, leaned down instantly, a smirk playing on his lips right before Gwynn pulled his face the rest of the way down to press a thorough, proper, highly enthusiastic kiss right onto his lips.
As she kissed her boyfriend, her free hand blindly whipped around to face Garrett, proudly flipping her twin brother off.
"Oh, come on! Gross! My eyes!" Garrett shrieked, making loud, fake gagging noises and covering his face with his hands. "Someone throw a blanket over them!"
"Oh, quit it," Hannah laughed, stepping in and nudging Garrett's bicep. She leaned in, her voice dropping into a playful threat that carried easily across the room. "Keep acting like a toddler, Graham, and there will be absolutely no fun bedroom activities for the rest of the week. I mean it."
Garrett’s jaw dropped, his fake gagging noises cutting off instantly. He looked at Hannah in pure, horrified betrayal. "Wellsy! You wouldn't."
"Try me, Garrett," Hannah winked.
When Gwynn finally broke the kiss, she dropped back down to the flats of her feet. Logan was just standing there, completely dazed, staring down at her with an absolute awestruck look on his face. His brown eyes were slightly wide, a goofy, completely lovesick smile plastered on his face as he touched his lips. He looked like a man who had just won the Stanley Cup and a lottery on the same day.
Gwynn couldn't help but roll her eyes at Logan’s dorky expression, her heart melting just a little bit more.
But as the laughter died down, the heavy emotions from just a moment ago rushed back into the space between the twins. Gwynn looked back over at Garrett. She opened her arms, taking a soft step toward her brother.
Garrett didn't hesitate. He stepped forward, his massive frame completely enveloping her tiny five-foot self.
As the twins hugged, the rest of the world seemed to fade out. Garrett buried his face into his sister's hair, his large arms wrapping around her so tightly, so protectively, but with none of the suffocating control from before. Gwynn squeezed her eyes shut, her small hands clutching the back of his shirt.
Neither of them said a word, but the silent tears began to slip down their cheeks. They just stood there in the center of the living room, holding onto each other, gently swaying side to side—the two of them against the world, just like it had always been, finally understanding each other a little bit better.
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