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OUR HOUSE → FUTURE!BELGRAVE

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LAYLA

Listening to Layla made Logan beyond happy. He loved everything about her, loved how much she was putting into their new home and he loved the fact he got to wake up to her every morning, and actually got to spend time with her. They had been through far too much together and at this point, Logan was just relieved they made it this far.

He shook his head fondly at her words, moving to sit beside her properly and flicking through the samples, stopping at one he liked and signing to Layla. “I like that one,” he said, grinning at her. “It’s simple enough so we can decorate the rest of the house how he want without any kinds of colours to clash.”

Logan sat back a little, regarding the blonde and unable to stop himself from smiling at her, signing again. “And if you really want to hang some of my artwork up, we can. I’m just glad I get to live with you, Layla.”

This was a life that she hadn’t thought that she would have. Sitting in an apartment with the guy she’d fallen in love with while at Belgrave was the dream, and moving into their little house together was going to becoming a reality, or it would be as soon as they could decide on how they wanted to decorate everything. It was all going to plan, in her eyes. They had each other, and they were happy.

“I agree, and I think your vote counts for me since you have the artistic streak in you.” She said with a grin, knowing that if she was ever let loose with some paint and a canvas then all hell would break loose. She didn’t have an artistic bone in her body – she would be able to manage painting a wall one colour in their house though.

“Our house is going to be perfect. At least by our standards.” She said with a grin. “Look at me getting all soppy, anyone would think I was looking forward to living with you in a proper grown-up house.” She laughed, knowing that they had plenty to look forward to in the future.

#v:futurebelgrave

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PICK A PLACE, ANY PLACE → WORLD TRAVELLERS

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LAYLA FABRAY

Logan grinned when Layla agreed, looking over his map at the little country, running his hand through his hair. He liked the idea of running off to explore somewhere else with this girl and he knew he wouldn’t ever get sick of her. Not to mention, the people who read their blog enjoyed seeing the places they travelled. And doing all of this without someone to translate what he was saying was rewarding.

He tilted his head to the side a little. Half hour? They could make that, easily. So it was with a grin that Logan was gathering his few belongings and packing them back into his bag, getting to his feet and holding his hand out for Layla and pulling her up before typing on his phone.

“Half hour until the train, huh? Well, let’s go. We can always take it in turns in sleeping on the way there.”

Layla couldn’t wait to see the rest of Europe. The places that had seen had already been amazing, and their blog was gaining traction with every post. She certainly didn’t expect it to get as popular as it seemed to be getting when they’d first started it together, she’d only seen it as a way to keep track of everything that they had done and to look back on from time to time – but people seemed to enjoy it, and it made it all the more rewarding.

“Sounds like a plan.” She grinned, lifting her large backpack over her shoulder and onto her back. She was sure it was getting heavier with every day, despite her not actually adding anything to it. Well, not much anyway. She’d thought that she might have to send some of her souvenirs home, but the thought of home wasn’t one she wanted to have – she didn’t want to go back any time soon.

“I am so excited, this is one of the places I’ve wanted to see for so long. They have this amazing spa where you can go on a Friday night and it turns into a bar. It looks really cool, so if we could add that to the itinerary I’d appreciate it.” She said with a smirk, knowing that they’d be able to go along as long as they made sure to plan their time.

#v:travel

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SO MUCH BETTER → TEACHER/STUDENT

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LAYLA

Despite everything, Logan wasn’t sure he believed Ms. Fabray when she said she wouldn’t get sick of him. Everyone did eventually. Blaine had gone to college, Cooper was in Los Angeles and his parents worked all the time. Logan was always alone in his house. Sure, he had Ella, his emotional support dog, but he was still alone and he was lonely. People just got sick of trying with him and it was something he was used to.

But even with these doubts, there was something about his teacher that had him trusting her. Logan swallowed hard, thinking it over. The fact she wanted to help him was something he wasn’t really used to and Logan shifted a little, typing into his phone again.

“I don’t get to see anyone,” the voice said, Logan keeping his head low as to avoid meeting her eyes. “My parents work all the time. My brothers left ages a go. I just go to school, don’t talk to anyone, go home, cook myself dinner, do my homework and go to bed. I don’t talk to anyone, no one asks me how I am. Why would you care and want to get me back to how I used to be? I don’t even think anyone is relieved I’m still here. I’m not.”

Immediately, Logan realised he’d said too much and felt his cheeks flush, hiding his face a little. That was too much, he knew that, and it was something he hadn’t wanted anyone to know so kept himself quiet, looking away from Layla.

Layla had become a teacher to help students like Logan. Sure, she wasn’t that much older than him, and she could remember the struggles that she had gone through when she had been in high school. She liked to think that she was able to relate to her students better, and be a better help to them than perhaps some of the other teachers in the school. If she could just help him a little bit, then she’d have done her job properly, as cliché as she knew that it sounded.

She chewed on her lip a little as she listened to Logan talk about his days and his life, and she couldn’t help but feel sad for the boy. It didn’t seem like he had any human interaction once he got out of school, and that wouldn’t help him get ready if he were to want to go to college. A support system was crucial, and it didn’t seem like he had any around. “I think you’re a great student, Logan. And I think you have the potential to go really far, and even off to college. I don’t think these things should hold you back.”

“You’d be surprised by how many people appreciate you being here. I appreciate you being here – how else would I be able to deal with all the jocks without someone in the class to have some sensible conversation with?” She added as a slight joke. “Staying for some after school sessions would do you good, I think.”

#v:teacherlayla

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BURGERS, BOOKS, AND BUSINESS→ SECRET AFFAIR

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LAYLAs

Logan hated how stressed she looked. He moved a little closer to her, a hand coming up slowly and resting on top of hers, squeezing comfortingly. Sure, it wasn’t very professional to be discussing personal lives in the office. But this was Logan, and he cared about Layla. When she mentioned his partner, Logan gave a somewhat sad smile, shrugging his shoulders a little as he reached for his phone to type away.

“My partner didn’t like me doing much at all,” the app said aloud. “But that’s why he’s my ex and that’s why I’m single now. It’s much easier for me, but we won’t go into all of that, because he wasn’t very nice.”

Logan paused for a moment, glancing up at the blonde. He’d never told anyone about the story as to how he ran away from his ex, ran away from New Hampshire and ended up in Chicago. He didn’t even know if his ex was still in Concord, but he could only hope he hadn’t followed him.

“Okay, you said something personal in the office, so now I will. I didn’t even break up with my ex, I ran away from him and moved here with nothing but the clothes on my back. No one knows how awful he was, not even my family. But I’m here, I’m happy and that’s the important thing. See? Now I’ve overshared too. Please don’t feel like you can’t talk to me, Layla. It’s what I’m here for. I’m your assistant, my duties don’t stop at paperwork. I’m here for you.”

As if her job wasn’t stressful enough as it was attempting to run a publishing empire, but her husband was really making things hard for her. For the first time since she had started working, her home life was seriously affecting her work life, and she resented him for it. He was able to have his business and keep it running however he liked, so why wouldn’t he extend the same courtesy to her? She refused to just be a housewife like his partner’s wives, it wasn’t in her nature.

Layla’s eyebrows raised as she heard that Logan had some kind of history with a partner who caused him stress as her husband did her, but she couldn’t keep her face straight when she learned the truth about the story. She’d had no idea, and the shock was visible on her face.

“Logan, I don’t know what to say.” She said softly, her eyes dropping to her phone, feeling guilty for moaning about her rich husband not spending any time with her. Her problems weren’t exactly of the same scale as his seemed to have been in the past. “If there’s ever any trouble with your ex coming here or anything please tell me, Logan. I don’t want you thinking that you have to keep this to yourself while I rant about my silly little life. You’re not here to be my personal therapist and I need to remember that.”

#v:secret

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HERBOLOGY, WITH A TOUCH OF RUDENESS → HARRY POTTER

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LAYLA

Logan laughed at that, actually laughed. As if he needed someone to proof-read his work? That was almost as funny as the fact she thought her cutting words could bother him. He merely smirked, turning away from her for a moment and continuing with what they had to do, flicking his wand absent-mindedly so his words could appear on his parchment again.

“Keep insulting me, Fabray. I really don’t care. But this? This is my way of communicating and if we’re going to be stuck together, I suggest you suck it up and deal with it. Or you can bitch and moan. I’ll be in the library tonight to get started on the work. I suggest you come too so we can finish this sooner rather than later.”

Layla didn’t appreciate having an Anderson laugh at her words, and her eyes narrowed as the sound hit her ears. She wasn’t going to enjoy any part of this, and she would make sure that her discontent was known throughout the whole project. She had good grades, and she wasn’t going to let someone with his kinds of beliefs ruin that for her.

“I’ll be there right after dinner regardless as to whether or not you actually show up. But this work is actually important to me, and if you’re the person that makes my grades drop, then you’re gonna be sorry.” She said, her head flicking back to where her friends were, rolling her eyes.

#v:hp

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TIP ONE: SURVIVE → HUNGER GAMES

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Logan brought his knees to his chest and curled in on himself, letting himself cry. It didn’t matter if Layla saw him. He was convinced he’d be dead in a few days and there was nothing he could do but wait. He knew she was trying to help him, of course he did. But what could she say at this point to make things better? The Hunger Games were cruel and he had to take part in them. If he wasn’t dead by the end of it, he’d be responsible for the other twenty three deaths and that wasn’t something that sat well with him.

He glanced up at Layla when she said the strangest skills would come in handy. It was true, he was delicate with his hands - art required him to be - but he wasn’t sure what use it would be, not somewhere like the Arena.

“I have days to prepare and not die,” he typed onto the device, wiping his eyes again. “I don’t know what to do, Layla. I don’t know how to survive. I can fight, I’ve had to fight bullies for most of my life. But bullies and people trying to kill me are different.”

Layla hated seeing him like this, it wasn’t what he deserved and nobody should have to go through it. She’d found it just as hard as he was, knowing that the year before she was in the exact same position, having locked herself away to avoiding spending time with anyone. The thought of potentially killing someone in the near future was enough to make anyone cry, but it was kill or be killed, and if you weren’t prepared to kill, someone else was. The faces of those she’d killed the arena still appeared her mind on a daily basis.

“I was in the same position as you, Logan. I hadn’t even seen any kind of weapon in person before, let alone used one for myself. But you’ll be able to figure out what you’re good at, that’s what these days are for. And you have me to help you. I really don’t want to see you die in there, and I’m going to do whatever I can to stop it from happening.”

#v:thg

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COFFEE, TAKE TWO → BELGRAVE

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Logan’s cheeks flushed when Layla mentioned she thought it was nice he was close to his boyfriend. God, if only she knew. Logan wanted out, he wanted to escape from his relationship with Matthew and he needed someone to help him. But the fact was, everyone thought they had a perfect relationship. He shrugged a little, tugging his sleeves down past his hands nervously as he typed his response.

“Yeah, we’ll probably just spend some time at his apartment like we usually do. We don’t go out much because I can’t work right now and it’s just his wages we have so… Yeah. I don’t know. We’ll just spend some time in watching movies, I’m sure.”

Layla thought that it must be nice to have a boyfriend that you could do things with all the time. She never thought that she needed or wanted someone like that, but when she’d been laying in her bed because her back was in pain, she thought that some company would be nice. She could call her sister if she really needed to, but it wasn’t quite the same.

“Oh, that’s nice though. Sometimes a nice evening in is exactly what the doctor ordered.” She smiled, bringing her hand up to run through her hair. “I probably shouldn’t keep you from your day, I just wanted to make sure that we got to have our coffee.” She enjoyed spending time with Logan, and she wanted to make sure that she made an effort with her friends.

#v:belgrave

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SENSE OF NORMALITY → DOM/SUB

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The smile had a dull blush rising to Logan’s cheeks and he ducked his head shyly, worrying his lower lip through his teeth when she took the tray from his hand. He stepped back, hands folded behind his back while he waited. He had permission to sit and did so, perching on the end of the bed. As he did every morning, he’d written the day’s schedule out on a piece of paper. The schedule was simple, and there was always room to change things around.

The first thing on the schedule was something Layla had mentioned to him a little while ago though, something he’d been thinking about. Her morning was mostly free and she had mentioned wanting to learn to cook a while ago. So Logan had made time in the schedule to teach her how to make a basic dish and blushed as he pointed to it, giving the blonde a very faint smile.

Not talking to his Dominant wasn’t ideal, he knew that. But his father had taught him that Submissives were only useful for one thing, and that was serving. He’d beat the idea into him that Subs didn’t deserve to have a voice and as a result, he was yet to utter a single word to Layla. But he hoped that teaching her to cook would help him be more comfortable with her, at least.

Her eyes watched Logan as he pointed her through the schedule that he had put together for the day, taking into consideration the errands that she had to run in the afternoon. She wasn’t sure why Logan didn’t talk to her, but she was sure it was something to do with the way that he had been treated in the past by his family of dominants, but that didn’t mean that she wasn’t determined. She didn’t give up easily, hence why she continued to talk to her submissive, despite no reply.

She nodded, taking a mouthful of the breakfast that he had prepared for her, thinking if there were any changes that she wanted to make when it came to the day. She didn’t like it to be too regimented, just a general guide was the way she saw it. It was better to have a rough idea than none at all. A smile crossed her face as she noticed Logan had factored teaching her to cook into the schedule. “That sounds like a lovely idea, I think we can definitely keep that in the plans for today.”

Layla thought carefully about the things that she had wanted to cook, and what she thought they might be able to whip up between them. “How about a pie of some sort? That way you can teach me how to make some pastry too.” She grinned. Cooking was something that he was good at, she knew that from the food that she ate on a daily basis, and she hoped that learning to cook with him would bring them closer together.

#V:DS

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OUR HOUSE → FUTURE!BELGRAVE

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Buying a house with the woman he’d fallen in love with definitely wasn’t what Logan would have been expecting years ago. He and Layla had been together since college. She’d helped him leave a terrible, abusive relationship and shown him exactly what real love was supposed to be like. They argued, god knows they did, but their love for each other always outweighed the negatives and Logan was head over heels with the blonde.

This house was important to Logan. This was where, theoretically, the two of them would spend the rest of their lives. Together. Maybe with a family of their own. But really? He just wanted Layla to be happy. He was browsing on the internet at some of the deals for furniture when Layla called him over, closing his laptop lid and easily sitting beside her, looking over the samples she had in her hands. The fact she wanted to put some of his art up as décor had him blushing a little.

In the years since they met, Layla had started to learn sign language. Enough so that Logan didn’t have to use his app anymore when she spoke to her; he could sign to her and then she could speak back normally, and it was something Logan was incredibly grateful for.

“It depends if you could stomach seeing my art every day,” Logan signed with a grin. “If you wanted me to paint some pieces for our new home then I don’t have a problem with that. But if you wanted to go with this ‘lilac sunset’, then go for it. I just want you to be happy.”

Everything seemed to be falling into place for the blonde. She had everything that she needed right there with her, and she would be the first to admit that she didn’t think that this kind of life would have been on the cards for her. She hadn’t been convinced that she would find someone to love, and love her in return, much less have a life with them like she was planning to with Logan. But he brought out a side in her that she didn’t think she had, and he made her feel like she could do anything that she wanted.

It was going to be an expensive project, but she was working hard as much as she could to save so that their house could be perfect for them. It was important to her that it was as perfect as it could be for them, as it was officially their own. No throwing money away on rent, all those walls and doors were theirs, and they could do with it as they pleased. She wanted the walls to show off who they were, and having some of Logan’s art around the house would be the perfect way to do that, in her eyes.

“I think it would be wonderful to have your art around the house, I really do.” She grinned, his art being something that she had admired since they’d met at Belgrave all those years ago. She’d loved it for as long as she’d loved the guy himself. “Besides, you have to deal with my face every day, the paintings would be a welcome distraction I’m sure.”

Flicking through the paint samples, she shook her head softly to herself. It was a hard choice. “I honestly have no clue. I’ll probably start painting and decide that I don’t like the colour anyway.” She chuckled. “Besides, if I’m going to be painting the whole house I want it to be a colour we both like.” She added, looking over towards Logan. “Just being in the house with you will make me happy, Lo. You know that.”

#v:futurebelgrave

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PICK A PLACE, ANY PLACE → WORLD TRAVELLERS

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Travelling on his own was one of the most rewarding things he had ever done. Logan had never been the kind of person to let his disability affect him. He never bothered asking for help in school, had never thought it was too difficult for him to get a job. And now? Now Logan was travelling the world. He hadn’t gone to college and had supported himself for years. So now he was travelling the world.

He’d met another traveller, Layla, on the way and the two hit it off immediately. Their chemistry was unreal and when Logan mentioned he ran a travel blog, Layla grew excited as she had always wanted to start one. And somehow, it turned into the two of them documenting their travels together, as close as two best friends could be.

Right now, they were planning on where to travel next. They were currently in Europe and realistically, Logan figured it made more sense to stay in Europe until they had done it all, and then travel to Asia. He thought for a moment, humming as he looked over their world map, completely worn from how much they had packed and unpacked it, circled various locations. Logan typed on his phone, letting the voice speak for him and grinned.

“We should totally go to Budapest next,” it said as Logan pointed at it on the map. “If we finish this end of Europe, then we could go to Asia next and travel to places like Japan, China, Thailand, Bali, and then go to Australia and New Zealand.”

Whenever she’d thought about travelling, she’d always planned on doing it alone. Sure, she knew that she would meet people on the way to share experiences with and to travel small legs of her journey with, but she never thought she’d find someone who she wanted to do it all with, like her best friend Logan. She’d never had this kind of chemistry with one of her friends back home, and it just worked between them.

Running their blog together made it interesting too, taking it in turns to post and take pictures of the other, depicting where they had been and who they’d met along the way. It was the best way to do it, as they could look through what they’d done in the past and relive every moment.

“Australia and New Zealand…” She trailed off, thinking about it. It has always been one of her big plans during her time travelling, and knowing that this was going to be on their itinerary eventually made her really happy. She’d always thought about spending a few weeks travelling that part of the world after a long leg in Asia, but first they had to make sure that they’d done Europe to the extreme.

“Budapest it is.” She grinned, looking through her phone to work out where and when they could get there and how to put it into their schedule better. “So we could run and get a train in like… half an hour. Or we could wait a couple of hours and take the night train, it’s a little slower but means we can get some shut-eye on the way there.”

#v:travel

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SO MUCH BETTER → TEACHER/STUDENT

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Logan felt his cheeks growing warmer and warmer at the compliments he was receiving from his teacher, running a hand through his hair. He listened to her, somewhat surprised that she was willing to give him extra sessions, looking up at her in confusion. Did she really care enough about him to offer him extra help? The mere thought had Logan smiling a little, biting his lip as he typed a response onto his phone.

“You’d really give me extra lessons just so I can do a little better?” He questioned, not fully sure if he believed it. “My parents didn’t put you up to this, did they? It’s the kind of thing they’d do.” Logan wanted to do well in school, of course he did. But he struggled beyond belief and he wanted the chance to do better. The only problem was, he wasn’t sure if he could. Logan shrugged a little, looking up and sighing before sitting on one of the desks near the front of the classroom. He was grateful the classroom was empty and everyone was out at lunch, typing away at his phone again.

“I’d love to. I just… I’m worried you’ll get sick of me like everyone else does and then no longer want to help me.”

Layla was really trying to make sure that Logan was performing to the best of his ability in her class. She knew about what he had been through, and she didn’t want it to define him. She’d been through something when she’d been that age, and while it wasn’t anywhere near the same, but she knew that he didn’t deserve to not get good grades because of it.

“If you would use them, and you think that they would be beneficial, then yes I would.” She smiled, looking at her student. “Logan, I’m doing this because I’m your teacher, and I want you to reach your full potential. It was my idea, and if you wish to take me up these lessons then I’ll discuss it with your parents. But as far as I’m concerned, it’s your choice.” She added, leaning herself back against her desk slightly. She wanted to help as many of her students as she could, and when it came to someone going through a hard time like Logan, she wasn’t going to give up trying.

She tilted her head to the right as she listened to the app on the phone talk about Logan’s fears about how she’d get sick of him. “I won’t get sick of you, Logan. That I can assure you. We can work through everything that you struggle with, and everything that you need to work on, and make sure that you’re back to your old self.”

#v:teacherlayla

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BURGERS, BOOKS, AND BUSINESS→ SECRET AFFAIR

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Logan nodded as Layla when she said to join her for lunch, sitting on the chair opposite her desk and beginning to eat slowly. But then Layla’s phone was ringing and Logan sighed as she answered the call. In the short time he’d known Layla, he knew she took her job seriously and rarely took some time for herself.

What he wasn’t expecting was for whoever Layla was talking to to raise their voice and start to yell at her. His eyes widened when Layla started shouting back and he ducked his head. Layla didn’t deserve this. She deserved to feel comfortable, she deserved to be happy and that was that. It was just a shame she wasn’t able to feel like this.

Layla apologising though had Logan shaking his head and typing another message onto his phone, letting the robotic voice read it out loud while he took a bite out of his burger. “Don’t apologise, please. I’m your assistant and it’s pretty much my duty to keep everything I hear in here to myself. But, Ms. Fabray, if you ever want to talk to anyone, I’m here.”

Layla knew that her job would be stressful when she’d started in the business, and even more so when she’d started her own company, but she’d thought that marrying someone who understood what it meant in that world would make things easier, but instead it made things a lot harder. They were both busy all the time, and often ended up arguing too much about their jobs and who should compromise for the other.

She brought a hand to her head and rubbed her temple softly once the phone was back on the block. She didn’t like doing this in front of Logan. Any issues she had with her husband should be kept private, even if Logan was good at keeping these things to himself. She’d chosen this life after all, and if it meant that they were going to have some rough patches then she’d just have to roll with the punches.

“It’s not very professional of me to talk about my personal life in the office.” She said, her eyes looking up towards her assistant. Of all the assistants that she’d had in the past, Logan was the one that she trusted the most. “Just…home stuff isn’t great. I’m sure you understand, your partner won’t like you being here all the time with me making you work ridiculously hard.”

#v:secret

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HERBOLOGY, WITH A TOUCH OF RUDENESS → HARRY POTTER

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Logan allowed himself to look bored at Layla’s words, faking an obvious yawn. He flicked his wand again so his words appeared on the parchment he carried, sitting back in his chair and smirking when the blonde looked angrier and angrier with every passing second.

“Oh believe me, I don’t like wasting my time either. But I’m not going to do rush this and get a terrible grade. I’m actually good at Herbology and therefore, want to keep succeeding.”

Logan grinned at the blonde and winked, beginning to work on what they had to do. He wasn’t going to sit there and let Layla Fabray, of all people, upset him. Logan knew his family were good at heart. And he had done nothing wrong. He didn’t want to be hostile with her but he also wasn’t going to just sit there and let her treat him like crap.

“I mean, if you don’t think you can handle it, that’s your problem.” Logan’s words appeared on the parchment again and he smirked, glancing up at the blonde to see her reaction.

The fact that this Gryffindor seemed to think that he was better than her wanted to make her laugh out loud. Her family was better than his in about every way she could imagine, and the fact that he didn’t seem to think she was more than capable of acing this work. She was a Fabray, and they didn’t fail at anything.

“Please, I haven’t got anything less than the highest grade in this class in years, so if anyone is going to pull this group down, I don’t think it’s going to be someone like me.” She said her eyes looking over his tie. She knew that she was better than him and his family regardless of what would happen with the group work.

Layla gave Logan a dirty look as he winked at her, not appreciating this kind of attitude from an Anderson. She didn’t care what his thoughts on her and her family were, she needed the good grade and that was that. It was important to her that her grades were as high as possible, especially since her father was determined to marry her into the Malfoy family, even if she was only seventeen now. He had big plans for her, and so she had to impress in every sense of the word.

“Did I say I can’t handle it? Did I get my magic parchment to tell you I can’t handle it?” She asked bitterly, her eyes narrowing. “Just get on with it and hand me your section when it’s done so I can proof read it.”

#v:hp

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POSE, FLASH, REPEAT → FAMOUS

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“You haven’t bored me at all, don’t worry. It’s nice to just sit and talk to someone without them falling over themselves trying to get me to understand them. They yell and then I just sit here confused because I’m mute, not deaf. But it doesn’t matter.”

When Layla spoke to Matthew, Logan swallowed hard, not trusting his boyfriend. Matthew put his hand on Logan’s shoulder, gripping just a little too tightly for it to be sincere. And Logan knew he was in trouble. Matthew was paranoid Logan would leave so anyone he spoke to that was remotely good looking? Matthew would beat him for it.

“Nice to meet you, Layla,” Matthew said with a smile that appeared genuine. “I’m always proud of him. But I remember where he came from, he can’t hide that.” Logan blushed at that and he shook his head, trying to play it off as being playfully embarrassed. Matthew told Logan he was going to wait downstairs in the bar for him and all Logan could do was nod, watching him disappear and sighing a little.

“Sorry. He’s just… he doesn’t really like studio shoots. Or any kind of shoot really. Matthew doesn’t work so… I don’t know. I think all the cameras make him uncomfortable.”

Layla couldn’t help but laugh as Logan spoke about people yelling at him, confusing his being mute for being deaf instead. “I can understand that. Some people don’t know how to approach a situation that they don’t know for themselves. I guess they think yelling helps, even if they look like complete morons for doing it.”

Her eyes moved over to Matthew as he spoke, nodding her head softly to show that she was listening. They seemed like an odd match for a couple, but she’d heard that they had been together for a long while from the tabloids, so if it worked for them, then who was she to judge? She and Sam didn’t look like the perfect match from the outside either, and yet it seemed to work for them too. Life was different for each person.

Watching Matthew walk away, she turned towards Logan again, listening to the app on his phone. She frowned a little as she heard what he was saying about the shoots, not seeming to understand. She’d have thought that after having a boyfriend around them all the time, he’d have gotten used to cameras, just like she had from spending time with Sam on shoots. Each to their own, she thought.

“It’s okay, I guess it’s just stressful for everyone at the moment. How come he doesn’t work?” She asked, before quickly shaking her head. “Sorry, that was really inappropriate of me to ask, I am really sorry. I should go, Sam won’t be happy that I’m talking to you this much anyway, and asking those kinds of questions makes it worse for me so…. Yeah, I’m just gonna head off.”

#v:famous

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TIP ONE: SURVIVE → HUNGER GAMES

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“My family wouldn’t care if I died,” Logan typed into the device, angry tears escaping and rolling down his cheeks silently. “They’re already ashamed of me because of my disability. Why do you think I volunteered in Blaine’s place? If I didn’t, then they would have disowned me for sure. Blaine is the golden child, he’s the one they want kept safe. And seeing as this was our last year with our names in the Reaping, I guess they’ll all be happy now. I won’t be coming home, they can preten they’re the perfect family.”

Logan wiped his tears, uncaring whether or not Layla saw them anymore. He sniffled a little and brought his knees up to his chest, hiding his face in them as he typed again. He appreciated what Layla was doing, of course he did. But Logan? Logan wasn’t going to make it. He knew that.

“You are probably the only person who cares whether I live or die. And you’re the only person who believes I can do this. Believe me, I can’t. What are my strengths? Painting. That’s not going to help when someone is trying to kill me.”

Layla was pretty sure her heart was breaking as she listened to what Logan was saying about his family, and she knew that it wasn’t true. She’d known of the Anderson’s around the District, and she’d never heard anything about them being ashamed of Logan. Of course, she didn’t know the family that well, and most families kept those things private, but from what she did know and had heard about the Anderson’s, she wasn’t sure she could see them like that. “You shouldn’t talk about yourself like that. And I think that you will be able to get home. You just need to wrap your head around what’s happening and you have a couple of days to prepare.”

There were plenty of ways to prepare for the arena, and she knew that. There was time, and while it wasn’t a lot of time, it was still incredibly valuable for him to making the most out of it. Going in without the intention of fighting was a death sentence, and she didn’t want to see that happen to Logan. He was better than that, and deserved so much better.

“You don’t deserve to be in this position.” She said quietly, her eyes looking over the guy in front of her. “The strangest skills will come in handy in the arena, Logan. You really never know what’s going to happen. You can paint, so you’re delicate and gentle with your hands, so you’ll find a way to utilise that.”

#v:thg

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COFFEE, TAKE TWO → BELGRAVE

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Logan nodded at Layla’s words, shrugging his shoulders. It was true, sometimes it felt ridiculously unfair that things were so busy. But honestly? It wasn’t even the busy schedule that was stressing Logan out. He’d stopped going to therapy, stopped seeing his family as much and it was all because of Matthew.

“Is there anything you want to talk about?” Logan typed on his phone, tilting his head a little as he regarded Layla, offering her a genuine smile. “My plans? Um. I’ll probably just spend time with my boyfriend. I don’t do much else, to be honest. I don’t see my friends much. What about you? What have you got planned?”

Layla didn’t really know how to answer the question about her evening plans. She didn’t want to come across as someone so incredibly boring that she had nothing planned, but the thought of disclosing the amount of physical therapy she had to have that evening also didn’t seem to interest her. Playing the mysterious card seemed to be in her best interest.

“I mean, I don’t ever really have a lot planned. I might change my mind later but I guess I’ll just run a few errands that need doing.” She said with a shrug, looking over at her friend. “It’s nice that you spend so much time with your boyfriend, that you two are so close.” She said with a shrug. She’d never been someone to be interested in relationships, but she thought it might be nice to have someone to do things with at the end of the day. “What will you be doing? Or just a kind of relaxed-night-in kind of vibe?”

#v:belgrave

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SENSE OF NORMALITY → DOM/SUB

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Being owned by someone was nowhere near as scary as Logan had expected. Of course, he was still terrified of Dominants, even someone as caring as Layla seemed to be, but this was so much nicer than his life had been before he was claimed. Back then, it was constant beatings if he so much as whispered, meaning Logan hadn’t said a word in years. He still cooked and cleaned for Layla, and sometimes he went with her to class, and he wore the collar that marked him as hers. But she was kind of him, and it was something he was still getting used to.

Logan had always been the kind of person to wake early. Before he was claimed, it was to prepare a lavish breakfast with his mother for his father and brothers. If he didn’t, he get beaten. So Logan often found himself waking before Layla and spent the first few hours of dawn alone with his thoughts. Layla hadn’t forced him into anything. They hadn’t had sex and it was strange for Logan. He thought all Dominants demanded it immediately, but she hadn’t. There was a part of Logan that worried he wasn’t good enough for Layla, but there was also a part that was grateful because he was so afraid of when that moment would come.

Today was different though. Logan had dressed, modestly as always, collar secure around his neck, and made his way into the kitchen to prepare breakfast for Layla. He returned when it was done, set up on a tray and carried it into the bedroom, clearing his throat softly to wake Layla.

Layla had spent her whole life watching her family use submissives however they chose, some of the ways not appealing to her in the slightest. She’d barely known her mother, a submissive who was kept more as a housekeeper than a mother, and she was kept under the close eye of her father and sisters in order to ensure they kept the Fabray name as it should be, and kept the reputation that they had worked so hard to maintain over the years. She’d learned the kind of ways that she didn’t want to treat her own submissive, not wanting to be the kind of abusive dominant she’d seen her family be. She didn’t agree with it.

She knew what she liked, and she was quite set in her ways. Her schedule was maintained thoroughly, usually by Logan, and her routine didn’t differ too much from day to day, or week to week. She didn’t have too many jobs that Logan had to do, just general house work and admin work to help her out, and she wasn’t going to be someone to lay a hand on him. By the way he acted, and from what she knew about the Anderson’s, he wouldn’t have been treated well, and she didn’t think that was fair at all. Hearing Logan enter her room, she knew the days rituals would begin, and she’d continue to try and get Logan to come out of his shell a little bit more.

“Good morning, and thank you, Logan.” She said with a smile, pushing herself up in her bed to sit upright, before extending her hands to take the tray from him. She put the tray on her lap and picked up her cutlery, before looking back up to Logan. “You can take a seat. What’s planned for the day?” He hadn’t spoken a word to her yet in the time since she’d claimed him, but she was determined to keep trying.

#V:DS

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