"i'd Rather Die" , Logince Or Prinxiety? - Tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors

"i'd rather die" , logince or prinxiety? - tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors

imma do some logince cause i haven’t written them yet! 

pairings: logince

49: “i’d rather die” (tw: blood, injury mention, death mention) (fbi!au)

“i won’t ask you again,” the woman drawls. she lounges atop the abandoned bar, the picture of elegance and grace. the gun dangles from one index finger, glinting silver in the low light.

logan spits a mouthful of blood onto the concrete floor. his nose is bleeding, and he’s glad he isn’t gagged because his nose is blocked and he’s sure he would have suffocated if his mouth was blocked. he’s starting to lose feeling in his hands and feet from the tightness of the duct tape.

“i am not required to tell you anything,” he says, voice level and steady. “and i’d rather die than surrender my team members.” rather die than surrender roman, he doesn’t say.

“you’re not going to leave this building alive, agent,” she purrs. “you’re going to die here, by my hand, and i will go down in history as the woman who beat the fbi’s own agent logan wallace.” logan hates the way his name sounds on her tongue.

there’s a massive crash, and the woman jumps off the bar, gun pointed square at his forehead. three agents come into the bar, and logan breathes a sigh of relief when he doesn’t see roman among them.

the standoff is tense, lasts a few heart-breaking minutes, and logan thinks he’s going to die. but the woman is cocky and sure, and the second her gun lowers from his forehead the window behind her shatters and she collapses to the ground with a bullet through her skull.

one of the lead agents severs the duct tape and logan stands, rubbing his wrists. one of them passes him a cell phone, and when he presses it to his ear he hears virgil, frantic. “logan! did you find him? is he alright?”

“hello, virgil,” logan sighs, and it’s good to hear his older brother’s voice.

“lo! are you alright? what did they do to you?”

“other than briefly cutting off circulation to my extremities, minor blood loss, and several bruises, i am alright, virgil.”

“make sure patton checks you out, okay, lo?”

logan smiles. “of course, virgil.”

“i’m glad you’re safe,” virgil sighs. “my fingers were shaking on the keyboard, i - i couldn’t shake the feeling that i wasn’t typing fast enough, i wasn’t looking hard enough, i wasn’t -”

“you were enough, virgil,” logan soothes. “you were enough.”

“the batcave better be the first fucking place you go when you get back here,” virgil threatens.

“i promise.”

virgil hangs up, and logan heads outside, a little unsteady but largely unharmed. he sits on the sidewalk and lets patton check him out, trying not to look at the bloodstains he leaves on patton’s blue scrubs.

the blood is cleared in no time, and patton is just finishing attaching gauze to the cut on his forehead when he sees roman walking towards them, gaze flicking around frantically. his sniper rifle is propped against his shoulder, but when he sees patton and logan, he passes it to one of the other agents and sprints.

he drops to his knees in front of logan, pressing his hands to logan’s cheeks and taking a deep breath. “oh, thank god you’re alive,” he whispers. “i wanted to be on the ground, i wanted to go in there and get you myself, but they needed a sniper and -”

“ - and you are the best shot the academy has ever seen,” logan finishes. roman laughs.

“logan wallace, i never thought i’d see the day you complimented my riflework.” he leans in and kisses logan, gently, and for once, logan doesn’t push him off in the name of pda.

(I’VE BEEN BINGING CRIMINAL MINDS CAN YOU TELL)

(I REALLY REALLY WANT TO WRITE MORE OF THIS AU NOW I JUST WANT BADASS FBI AGENT LOGINCE BOYFRIENDS FT. MED WORKER PATTON AND TECH ANALYST VIRGIL SO LOOK OUT FOR THAT SOON I HOPE YOU LIKE IT ILYSM)