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Patchwork heart
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  • WpHistory
    Time 3 hours, 20 minutes
Ongoing, First published Jun 24, 2024
Logan centric fanfic that takes place a three years after season 7. He's back in NYC trying to launch a new business with his friends Colin and Finn. He's out from his father's grasp, trying to make it on his own, but his heart still has some mending to do from the way he left things with Rory. Unexpectedly the two will meet again, but with too much baggage between them, the two start off as friends - until one day that is no longer believable. 

Later might be switched to Mature rating.
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What we never said - Logan Huntzberger

9 parts Ongoing

I've always loved my world. The quiet power of good tailoring, the way a name can open a door before you even knock, the elegance of knowing exactly where you belong. I love the rituals. The stillness before a gala begins. The whispered negotiations behind a champagne glass. The way silence is not absence-but control. There's beauty in structure. Comfort in legacy. I never needed to rebel to feel alive. I had Europe, I had Yale, I had purpose stitched into every inch of me. And yet... Every now and then, there's a moment. A crack in the perfectly painted walls. A glance, a word, a face I can't explain. She was one of those moments. Familiar in a way that had nothing to do with memory. We didn't speak. Not really. But something between us shifted the air, like a thread being pulled from a fabric I thought was seamless. And suddenly, I wasn't sure if what I loved was mine- or just what I was told to love.