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holy shit Alex you are evil. when I said angsty mbav I didn't realize you took that personally 😭🙏 /lh /pos

RORY KEANER ; you don't know what you have until you lose it

summary ; you like rory, but he doesn't reciprocate

warnings ; language, death, talk of throwing up, influenced by some music bc I was listening to sleep token LMAO

track ; take me back to eden, sleep token

word count ; 1.5k

masterlist

Logan Sargeant/Yuki Tsunoda

Author's Note: redbull!Logan is here y'all hope you like it!! Again like all my other fics I will format this later when I have time lmao but here you go!!

Logan remembers when the news dropped that Sergio Perez had become CEO of Red Bull Racing and had appointment seven-time world champion Max Verstappen as team principal. It was the biggest shock of the season, and the 2028 season hasn't even started.

Max had retired from racing wanting to focus on his family, but Max could never stay away from racing. Not really. So, when Checo offered him the job after getting rid of Horner and Marko, Max immediately took it. He believed he could run the team better than Horner ever could, bring Red Bull back on top after having missing out on the constructors championship for the past three years. Besides, he liked working with Yuki. The kid was funny, kind, and a competitive driver. And Checo, well he was a great business man. And he trusted his judgement.

However, the second Red Bull seat has always had some type of curse on it. It's what made so many academy drivers leave. Well, Isack and Ayumu stayed. They were loyal to the Red Bull family. Along with Arvid, and Pepe couldn't go anywhere with our his emotional support best friend, Isack. So they all stayed. The thing was Checo didn't want to promote any of these drivers, they weren't ready for the horrors that is Red Bull Racing, even if it was a transitional period. He wanted these drivers to gain more experience, and Max felt the same way. There was no use in ruining these drivers and their confidence in driving if the second car was fucked. They weren't going to put them through that.

That is where Logan came in. In the beginning of the 2026 season Logan was a reserve for Aston Martin, however, after a bad back injury, Fernando was out and Logan was put in. Fernando and Logan weren't really close, but they were close enough for Fernando to take Logan under his wing. A mentor to Logan, sort of. Logan's first race with Aston Martin resulted in points. The car was good, it was great, Logan felt great. More points came in, and then podiums, and more podiums, until eventually, his first win.

Oh, how sweet did victory taste. Standing in front of his home crowd, in Las Vegas. The American anthem playing as he whispered along, big smile and teary eyes. The sweet, sweet champagne landing on his tongue, sticking to his skin and suit. God, it felt heavenly. His very first Formula 1 victory, at a home race, nonetheless. Soon, that taste of victory was no longer just a taste. It was Logan's addiction.

When the 2027 season rolled around, Logan was undefeatable. The car was an absolute beast, a beast that he could tame. Him and Lance were bring home podiums and wins every other weekend. Their only weakness? Max fucking Verstappen. If it weren't for Max, Logan probably would've brought home the driver's championship, but the constructors was theirs. They took that win. But Logan was hungry for more. He needed more.

The 2026 and 2027 season was Logan's rise to redemption. And it shocked every single one of his doubters. Logan made the media, and anyone who ever doubted his skills as a driver eat crow. He gained a sense of confidence that comes with scoring points and securing podiums and wins. His personality showed more than ever in PR videos or interviews.

"Logan, you said that you are adjusting to Formula 1 better than you did back in 2023. Would you elaborate on that?" Logan smirked at the question, it humored him, really. "Well, um, the team has been very welcoming. Nando and Lance are also helping with this transition. So it's, y'know, nice to receive all the support not only from my team, but fans as well." Logan hesitated to continue for a second. "And I definitely have more support from the team now than I did with...y'know."

That interview had gone viral not even thirty minutes later. After that particular interview, Logan was the one to watch, the one to keep an eye on. And Checo was one of those people.

He kept tabs on Logan and his career, simply because Logan was impressive. After such a horrible stint in Formula 1 in his 2023 and 2024 season, Logan was suddenly showing pace, scoring points, getting podiums, and securing a win out of nowhere? Right as soon as he was in the Aston Martin? It made Checo believe that Logan was never the problem. It was Williams and James Vowels, considering how much the older man had it out for the American.

Logan had got a text from his manager on his birthday. A zoom link. This easily could've been a phone call, Logan thought. But as soon as Logan had join the zoom meeting, he was confused to see Max Verstappen and Sergio Perez in the meeting. Both men were in some type of office, sporting grins. "Logan, we want you to drive for Red Bull for the 2028 season." Logan froze. This was it. This is what Logan has been dreaming of, to be one of the greats. And Red Bull can give him that. Sure, Aston Martin could also give him that, but Aston Martin were going in a different direction. Logan respected that, so it was a mutual decision for Logan to depart with Aston Martin after the 2027 season. "Yes," Logan declared without even giving it a second thought. "Yes, I would love to drive for Red Bull." After that it was a whole bunch of business talk, but Logan was ecstatic. This was going to be a new chapter of his career.

"Well, that's settled then. We are hoping you can come to Milton Keynes in the next week or so to sign your contract." Logan confirms a date before leaving the meeting. He celebrates his birthday and New Year's Eve with his family, and his present, the second Red Bull seat.

When Logan gets to the Red Bull headquarters to sign his contract, it was made to be a whole ordeal. They had champagne, a cake, some sandwiches, and the contract splayed on the table. It made Logan feel warm inside. Williams didn't show this much enthusiasm when he signed his contract. After Logan signed the contract everyone cheered, and Logan glanced at the cake they had for him. The words 'Congratulations on the second seat, it might be cursed' written in blue icing. Logan let out the loudest laugh ever. He found it hilarious, and he bet five dollars it was an intern's idea.

During the little celebration, Logan had mingled about with the Red Bull staff, introducing himself, getting familiar with everyone and learning new names and faces. When the other drivers for Racing Bulls and a couple reserves arrived with Yuki, Logan gave them big smiles and greeted them warmly. A few "Congratulations, mate," and "Glad to have you." It was easy going. No tension, just everyone celebrating.

Now, Logan has met Yuki before. He was aquatinted with him, but Logan didn't really know Yuki before. He knew that Yuki was nice, and respectful , and cool to hangout with. A driver that knows all the best restaurants? That's a win! However, Yuki seemed to have a lot more confidence in the way he carried himself compared to before. And there was a slight cockiness too. What he didn't expect was Yuki being affectionate. Yuki would practically initiate physical contact any chance he could. Whether it'd be elbows touching, hand hovering over Logan's waist, knees touching. The smallest touch made Logan breath hitch. He had no clue why, and it didn't help that Yuki wouldn't stop looking at Logan with those eyes. As if he wanted to devour Logan.

After the small celebration had settled down and everything was picked up,ñ. Yuki had invited Logan to his little room/office that he had inside headquarters. Logan agreed under the false pretense of it being a tour.

It was cordial, the tour. Yuki showed Logan where the good coffee was, where to find certain areas, rooms that are good for privacy if he didn't want to found. And lastly, Yuki's little office. It wasn't much, but it was cozy. Yuki had posters and cards up on the wall. Some trinkets and gifts from fans on a desk that sat in a corner. There was a small couch, but big enough to nap in. And of course a mini fridge with a bunch of Red Bull cans. Yuki's room was decent, cozy, it was very Yuki.

They managed small talk for a bit until Yuki made a joke about jerking off. Logan's eyes widened and his blood rushed to his face. He didn't expect for Yuki to be the type of person who made those type of jokes or comments. Really, it was his own fault. He should've been used to it considering Alex was always spewing inappropriate jokes here and there.

"You're cute when you blush," Yuki smirked. "I thought you were always cute though." Was Logan hearing this right? "Blonde hair, green eyes, you have this, uh, American look. Very cute." Logan gave him a shy smile, "Uh, thanks. I guess. I, uh-" "Can I kiss you," Yuki interrupted. Logan looked at Yuki as if he had grown two heads. Yuki just looked at him with lustful eyes and a cocky smirk.

Logan thought about it, and then he thought about it some more. Oh, what the heck. Logan pulled Yuki in for a kiss by the collar of his shirt. The kiss was mind numbingly good. It was so addicting, Logan didn't want to stop kissing Yuki.

it’s such a pleasure to have evoked a reaction like that with my work <3 thank you for your high praise!!

♱ Knows Everybody's Disapproval ♱

Authors Note ♱ so I kinda came up with idea like just a few hours ago hope y'all like it if y'all want me to dive deeper into this let me know

Warning ♱ Religion/Catholicism is kinda a theme here, implied homophobia ig?, Oscar is also kinda possessive but it makes sense if I write a part 2, mentions of familial death, Lewis Hamilton is a priest btw just wanted to say that, do not ask me what pov this is written from cause I have no idea

Oscar didn't know what it was, but seeing Logan laughing and smiling at someone who wasn't him left a bad taste in his mouth.

"What can I do, Father? I do not appreciate it when other people are near Logan."

Logan was his, his best friend. So, why did the others think it was completely okay to talk to Logan?

"Do you not think that it is good that Logan has so many friends?" Father Hamilton was confused. The boy had constantly fawned over Logan practically every Thursday during confession. He would sometimes come to confession angry at the world for making his best friend suffer. Oscar would go on and on about the blonde boy So, why did Oscar hate the fact that Logan was making more friends?

Oscar only scoffed and rolled his eyes. He's grateful for the wooden screen in between them. That would be five Hail Mary's if he were caught rolling his eyes. "Logan's my best friend. He's mine. No one else deserves to be his friend. They're not worthy of his attention." Oscar's tone slightly raising with a hint of jealousy and anger and... possessiveness.

"You don't think Logan deserves to be happy? You told me yourself that Logan was a very nice and friendly boy." Oscar chews his fingernails, but immediately set his hand down on his lap. He didn't want to get in trouble for biting his nails. His mind lingered on Father Hamilton's words. Did Logan deserve to be happy? Of course he did! What kind of question was that? Logan deserved to be the happiest boy in the world. Oscar would kill anyone who ever dared to make the green eyed boy sad. He wanted to be the only one to see Logan's eyes sparkle, to be the reason why Logan laughs or smiles.

"Yes, he deserves to be happy," Oscar admitted. "Logan deserves everything he wants and more. There's nothing in this world that I wouldn't do for him. He's my best friend. I want to make him happy." Lewis listened intently, he had an inkling of an understanding about how the boy feels for Logan. Even if Oscar himself, wasn't aware of it.

"The why deny him that? If Logan is happy making new friends, why deny him that?" Lewis smoothed his thumb over the red and black beads adorning the rosary in his hand. He could hear Oscar let out a small sigh on the other side of screen. "They're not good enough. They'll hurt Logan. I will never hurt Logan, he's my best friend. He's mine."

Lewis shifted at Oscars words. He never really commented on Oscar's possessiveness of Logan before. But it was starting to get out of hand, too much, too unnatural. He came to realize that Oscar wasn't normal. "Five Our Father's and ten Hail Mary's, little one. In the name of the Father, the Son, the Holy Spirit. Amen."

"Amen," Oscar repeats before getting out of the confessional booth. He grips the rosary wrapped around his hand as he makes his way to the chapel to pray.

"they try to tell us all that we will loose"

Logan watched as Auggie submerged his head under water. Both Americans decided to head to the hotel pool, needing time to unwind after a daunting session. It was a simple mistake really. A mistake that could have costed Logan his life.

The image of Logan's car catching on fire had seared itself in his brain. It was as if he could feel the fire creeping up on him, his skin burning and his body being enveloped by the scorching heat. Being in the pool couldn't even cool down his body. His lungs burning from staying under water longer than necessary. He swam up and gasped for air as he wiped his face. He looked at Logan concerned. Whatever Auggie was feeling wasn't even a quarter of what Logan was feeling.

Things haven't been easy for the Americans. Auggie's rookie season has been relatively decent. Besides the constant hate he receives and his declining mental health, everything was good. No podiums or wins yet, but he was having a better season than Logan. The Williams car was just not good. In Auggie's words, it was absolute shit. And it was known that Logan wasn't driving the same car as Alex. For one, it was overweight and consisted of parts from last season. However, everyone seems to overlook that major detail. Instead, they rather drag Logan through the mud. Questioning whether he deserves to be in Formula 1.

Auggie ran his finger through his hair. It's longer now. He's been thinking about buzzing his hair again. He hasn't done that since he was in IMSA and WEC.

"I wanna buzz my hair." Logan gave Auggie a confused look, "Why? You look good with your hair like that." Auggie smiled and shrugged, "There's this saying in my family, 'hair holds memories' and I think now is a good time as any to let go of them." Logan gave Auggie a thoughtful look. He's never seen it that way.

Not long after, Logan was watching Auggie's reflection in the mirror. Auggie looked different with a buzzcut. Not bad, but just different. He noticed that Auggie didn't have that heavy weight on his chest anymore. It sort of looked as if Auggie was…free from all that burden he was carrying. Auggie stood taller too, well, as tall as he could at 5'4.

Logan had no idea that Auggie knew how to cut hair, let alone buzz it and actually make it look good. Logan in all his life has only buzzed his hair once and that didn't turn out as well as he hoped. He had to have his mom fix it up.

The more he thought about it, the more Auggie's words had struck him. 'Hair holds memories'. Maybe he should buzz his hair again? He wouldn't look bad, and he's sure Alex wouldn't mind. He just wanted to let go of these bad memories.

"Can you do mine next?"

Auggie turned to Logan confused, "You want to cut your hair?"

Logan nods, a determined look on his face. "Yeah, I want to buzz it." Auggie tilt his head to the side, a look of understanding painted his face, a faint smile on his lips.

"Sit," Auggie pats the chair he was previously sitting on. Logan's movements were slow, hesitant in a way. Or maybe that was just how Logan moves now. Hesitant, very unsure of himself, no conviction or determination.

It was something Auggie noticed just a few weeks after he met Logan. He's seen the videos, the clips, the races, he's seen how different it was. He followed Logan's career very closely. Before Logan was confident and sure of himself, even at young age. He wasn't cocky, but he knew how to stand his ground. Maybe it was because of the points and podiums. Or maybe it was because Logan had a support system that wasn't just his family.

Now, Logan is just a shell of the person he once was. He hesitated, he was unsure of himself. It was like every single decision Logan made was an overthought. He no longer trusted his gut, his instincts, because every move he decided to make was always questioned. And it infuriated him. Having to second guess anything was not Logan. Logan didn't do hesitation, he didn't overthink or second guess, and he wasn't fragile. But that was the old Logan.

"If you're not comfortable with a buzz, I can probably do a fade," Auggie looks at Logan through the mirror. "I haven't done a fade on someone else in a while, but I think I'm pretty good." Logan lets out a breathy laugh and shakes his head, "No, i want to buzz it." Auggie nods, picking up the clippers.

Auggie sees Logan zone out as he starts shaving the blonde's hair. The buzzing of the clippers filling Logan's brain like static. Auggie handles him with gentle hands. He could tell that Logan wasn't all that there. And that's the truth. Logan just stared at the ground thinking about his disastrous practice session earlier. However, he didn't stop there. Every single bad race result filled his mind. Miami, Australia, fucking hell, especially Australia. The disappointing look James and his team wore every time he got back to the garage. The cruel words on social media. Logan honestly can't remember the last time he felt so tired.

But there was still light.

Before it was just Alex. The Thai driver guiding him out the dark tunnel. Dating his teammate might have no been the smartest choice he's made in all his twenty-three years of living, but it was the best decision of his life, sue him. His boyfriend of a year and some months. And now Auggie was in his life.

Auggie Amor, the kid who reminded Logan of home. Even if Auggie was from California and not Florida. Auggie looked up to Logan. He didn't see Logan as the failure, but as a hero. His hero. Auggie admired Logan. And Logan adored Auggie. Both Americans finding comfort and peace in one another.

Logan loved Auggie as if he were his own child. He took care of the boy like his life depended on it. Hell, he's even legally considered Auggie's guardian. Auggie was a special kid, and Logan knew that from the get-go.

He can remember when he first met the kid. It was preseason testing, and the boy was very quiet, like he didn't know if he was allowed to take up space. Auggie stuck close to Lance and his own team. Again, very quiet. Though his personality did shine a lot while filming. He was more himself in front of a camera. Logan found out later on it was because media was the only time Auggie felt like he can be a kid.

He had remembered greeting Auggie and congratulating him in making it to F1. Logan could see the newfound brightness of Auggie's eyes as he did so. That's when it really hit him that Auggie was sixteen, barely. Auggie had made a joke about coming together to take over Formula 1.

"As Americans, I think we should band together to dominate F1."

It was funny. Auggie hadn't known Logan for twenty minutes, but he had instantly decided he wanted Logan in his corner.

Auggie was genuinely such a breath of fresh air in the stuffy paddock. Where everything felt…fake. In a way. Logan instantly picked up on Auggie's authenticity. The way he acted and talked, the way he went about things was as if he was completely grounded and connected to reality. There was no disconnect from the real world when it came to Auggie. And Logan admired that.

Throughout testing Logan saw the lap times. He saw the way Auggie drove with precision and determination. The way Auggie maneuvered and had commanded the car to his will. He was fast, really fast. And others had seen it too.

And it put a target on Auggie's back.

The first race of the season was probably as stressful as ever. Tensions are high, anticipation in the air. The pressure was on, full throttle. Logan sensed the anxiety coming from Auggie. Sensed the immense amount of pressure on the sixteen-year-old. It wasn't until a few hours before the race that the pressure got to Auggie. Logan seen it. Auggie continuously drinking water, his breaths uneven. He had started getting fidgety, his legs bouncing, hands clenching and unclenching, knuckles turning white. Auggie then disappeared. Logan took his eyes off the boy for one second and Auggie was gone.

Logan found him in between garages, away from people, away from the prying eyes of the paddock. Where he found Auggie wasn't what concerned him, it's how he found Auggie. The boy was hyperventilating, hitting his chest then scratching at his arms. Logan could see the tears in Auggie's eyes. The sight of the young boy made Logan's heart clench.

"Hey, kid! You okay?" Auggie just shook his head his rapid breath continued. "Can't-can't breathe," Auggie managed to sob out. Logan nods as he guides to Auggie to sit down on the ground. "Okay, let's sit down, yeah? Can you follow my breathing?" Logan starts breathing deeply and Auggie soon follows. Deep breaths in and slowly exhale.

"I, uh, I heard that you like to bake," Logan asked after Auggie's breath is somewhat back to normal.

"Uh, yeah," Auggie clears his throat, "Yeah, I bake a lot. It helps me, um, it helps me relax." Auggie pauses then snorts, "Although, there's nothing relaxing about being in the kitchen."

Logan took this as a good sign. he needed to distract Auggie, he smiled at the boy, "Oh yeah? What's your favorite thing to bake?"

Auggie pondered for a moment, "Anything with lemon, really. Lemon bars, lemon cake, pie, tart, lemon poppy seed muffins, cookie. I am a big fan of chocolate too. A few weeks ago, I made a choco flan. It's a Mexican dessert. Flan is like a custard, and the chocolate part is cake. So, you have a bottom layer of chocolate cake and the top layer of flan. It's really good."

Logan looked at Auggie impressed. He had no clue that the sixteen-year-old was this passionate about baking. it seems that there's more to Auggie than what's on the surface.

Since then, both Americans stuck to each other's side. Always there for each other. They managed to build a strong bond quite quickly. They both stayed in the same hotel room because it was easier for them. Logan was able to keep an eye on Auggie, and Auggie felt safer with Logan. And it was like wherever one went, the other was not far behind. Their dynamic became well known among the paddock. A running joke that Logan adopted Auggie. And in some way, he did. He's considered as Auggie's legal guardian, and Auggie lives with him. He takes care of him how a father would. Auggie is essentially his child. Always will be.

"Done!" Logan snaps back to reality at the sound of Auggie's voice. He looks up into the mirror, sees his reflection. He looks different. not a bad different. Just different. He felt like how Auggie looked earlier. Free. A weight off his chest and free of burden.

He turned back to Auggie, "I'm surprised you managed to make me look good." Auggie gave him a soft smile and rolled his eyes, "Have some faith in me, jeez." Logan let out a small chuckle, "It looks good, Auggie. Thank you." Auggie nodded, looking down as he picked at his fingernails.

Auggie has something on his mind.

"What's wrong?" Auggie shakes his head, "Nothing." Auggie's voice cracks, a dead giveaway that something was wrong. Logan gave him a look, like he wasn't buying it. "Auggie."

Auggie could feel a lump forming in his throat, tears stinging his eyes. "I thought I was gonna loose you," Auggie sobs out. Logan lets out a deep sigh and pulls Auggie in for a hug. "I was so scared, and you weren't moving." Logan tightens his embrace. He could feel Auggie gripping his shirt, as if he was going to disappear if the boy let go.

Logan soothed Auggie, his hand gently rubbing Auggie's back. "But I'm still here, aren't I? I'm alive and well. I'm okay, Auggie." The boy nods into Logan's chest. Logan doesn't pull away, he doesn't let himself.