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artemiseamoon · 2 years

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No heroes or villains

A Westworld x sort of Western-Prospect AU x my mind doing stuff

Candice ’Ruby’ Mason & Ezra ‘Gunslinger’ James & Logan ‘Maverick’ Delos | ft Charles ‘Hoodoo’ Leon

Words: 2,060

Warnings: a few, guns, a hostage, sexual innuendo, drinking at a sex club

An: Not me with new characters and scenarios always in my mind even though I have a million x 10 wips. I’ve been thinking about this pair a lot lately. They won’t leave me alone. I literally have one wip and 2 requests planned for this week - these three need to let me breathe lol. As i sort the wips to focus on this summer, and pick the last Pedro characters I’ll write before taking a break from his characters, this will likely be in that last batch.

Earlier that day

Dust kicked up in the air as the small unassuming carriage came to a full stop. Ruby reaches behind her, without looking, and rests a hand against Ezra’s chest. She hated spooking horses, humans she didn’t care so much.

They’ve been tracking this carriage for days, the impatience radiating off of Ezra made it clear he was ready to end this job, collect the pay, and pick a place to rest for a while. Without a respite or a pleasure den to bask in between jobs, Ezra’s becomes tetchy.

Ruby feels Ezra’s chest rise and fall as he takes a breath. The lone rider in the carriage exits and steps aside to take a piss.

Taking quiet measured steps, Ruby creeps up behind the man just as he closes his trousers and presses the barrel of her pistol into the center of his back.

“You stay put right there if you know what’s good for ya.” Ruby presses harded, the man stills and slowly turns his head to view her.

“W-what the hell is this?”

Ezra steps infront of the man, careful to avoid the wet spot on the ground and flashes a menacing grin, “oh, it’s elementary. You see, my partner and I intend to relieve you of your load.”

The man’s eyes jump from Ezra, to Ruby. “I intend to surrender nothing.”

Ruby shakes her head, with one quick movement she takes his pistol from his belt holster.

Ezra howls, he has his double colts trained on the man.

“You gotta watch that one, she’s quick.”

Ruby holsters his weapon and stands next to Ezra.

“Risky move,” Ruby steps away from Ezra, and circles the man like a vulture, “Comin’ out this way by your lonesome. Didn’t your mamma teach you better than that?”

“I gather it’s safe to assume otherwise, little bird,” Ezra takes a step closer to him and shoots him a warning look as the man starts to make a run for it. The man stops, feeling Rubys run against his back again, “carrying such precious cargo. You really should have some company.”

“Saftey in numbers and all that,” Ruby adds, she nudges him in the back with the barrel of her gun oncemore.

Ezra clears his throat, holsters one of his weapons and looks the man over.

“I’m gonna be straight with you. No one has to die, amigo. You can hand that cargo over to my charming yet dangerous companion and walk away with your life. Or, put up a fight and lose your life.”

The man frowns, he glances nervously at Ruby, then returns his eyes to Ezra.

“The choice is yours, Blondie.” Ruby stands next to Ezra once more, she grins at the man.

The man swallows, looks around, then back at them. He forces the words, but they finally come.

“I won’t resist.”

Ruby moves closer, looking up at the tall man, still grinning. “Attaboy. It would be a shame to destroy such a pretty face. Now, you help us transfer those sacs to our carriage. One step closer to freedom. I promise.” She lightly slaps his left cheek before stepping away. The man jerks his head back.

Ezra chuckles, amused by the whole scene.

Holding the man hostage, Ruby watches him as Ezra retrieves their carriage. Once it’s there, they keep the man at gunpoint as he does the heavy lifting. They also checked his carriage for hidden weapons, there are none.

Ruby leans against a tree, watching as the man transfers another sac, “Poor thing, this must be your first run. Sorry for the rough lesson sweetheart, but it's tough out here. Next time, be prepared.”

Ezra circles the scene, eyeing how many sacs are left to transfer, “Oh my Ruby. Sweet as pie and as deadly as a viper.” The man’s eyes meet Ezra’s. “She’s a special one - “ Ezra pauses, waits until the man puts the last two inside then continues talking, “ah, you forgot something,” Ezra signals for him to roll down the canvas securing the back. “Tie it now. We wouldn’t want any losses along our journey.”

“No. We sure wouldn't’. I’d be a waste of your hard work.”

The man finishes the task before glancing at Ruby.

“There , see, that wasn’t hard.” Ezra takes off his hat and bows to the man. “Much obliged.”

The man starts to say something but is cut off as Ezra roughly grabs him by the collar and shoves him against a nearby tree. The man pushes back until he feels a colt pressing against his gut.

Ezra is close, real close, his nose pressing against the mans as he stares daggers into his eyes, “dont make this more difficult than it has to be, friend. Sit.”

The man sit down. His eyes float to Ruby who watches over Ezra’s shoulder.

“Don’t mind him, his mood shifts.” She said with a shrug.

Ezra kneels down, grabs a fist full of the man's shirt again, “Ruby, the rope. Now.”

Any patience Ezra had left is long gone. She sighs and undoes the length of rope from her belt. She walks over to them and kneels down behind the tree.

“It’s an easy knot, by time you get out of it, we'll be long gone and you can continue on your way.” Ruby grabs hold of the man's wrist and ties them.

Ezra holsters his last colt and leads the way to the carriage. “Let’s get out of here.”

Ruby winks at the man tied to the tree, pets his horse, then joins Ezra on their carraige before taking off.

Two days later

Ezra reclines against the building, observing the small town at the peak of day. A market, people coming and going, goods stores receiving orders.

“Who is this friend of yours anyhow? What’s his name?” Ezra asked.

“You wanted a prospecting job next, so here you go,” Ruby sips some water from the canteen before handing it to him, “ he has many names.”

Ezra grins, continuing to watch her as he holds the bottle. “What’s his name?”

“Call him Hoodoo. He’s our ticket.”

Ezra nods, then takes a sip of water. “Quite the moniker.”

“This place is supposed to have generous deposits. Gems, metal. We gotta pass through Pariah, and drop something off for him in exchange for the information. Two nights til the next train passes thru.”

“You know the last time I spent two nights in Paraiah I got arrested.” Ezra smirks, reliving the memory.

Ruby smiled, “I did too.”

“Hell, it takes a lot to get arrested in Pariah,” Ezra pulls her closer and locks one arm around her shoulders, “look at us.”

Ruby scratches the scruff of his patchy beard with her nails. Ezra grabs her chin, his brown eyes fixed on hers.

“Pariah watch out.” Ezra leans forward to kiss her, Ruby stands on her tipy toes to meet his lips with hers.

“He’s ready to see you now.” A voice from behind them said.

Ruby breaks away from the kiss first and follows the guy inside the house, Ezra follows.

Once they enter, Ruby finds Hoodoo in the back of the Casino, a cigar between his lips and the rim of his hat casting a shadow over his eyes.

“Spitfire, is that you,” his deep voice reaches out before he raises his head.

“The one and only.” Ruby stands infront of the table, her hands resting on her hips.

He’s a big man, one of the biggest Ezra has seen in a while. His hat continues to conceal his eyes.

“Thought you were dead.”

“Almost.” She replied with a grin. He chuckles in response.

Hoodoo raises his head and lifts the rim of his hat, setting it at normal level. His dark brown eyes focus on Ezra, his expression is hard to read.

“I see you found yourself another one.”

Ezra quirks a brow, then looks at Ruby.

“He as crazy as the last one?”

“No,” Ruby shakes her head and affectionately pats Ezra on the shoulder.

When Hoodoo rises from the chair, he towers over both of them. He steps around the table and places his large hands on Rubys shoulders. She’s already shorter and smaller than Ezra, she appears tiny before Hoodoo.

“Look at you,” the serious man cracks a smile, like a proud father, “come on, let’s talk. Bring your boyfriend.” He wraps an arm around her, leading her to a back room.

Ezra shrugs and follows along.

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Pariah, night one

The Golden Kingdom (brothel)

Ruby sips her drink and drapes her legs over Ezra’s as they lounge on the red velvet couch, watching everything before them. With her free hand, she massages the back of his head.

“Would you like to partake in any of the activities tonight, gem?” Ezra kisses the length of her arm closest to him.

“Not sure yet. I’m content just watching, and drinking. We can’t get too wild, we have an early meeting in the mornin’, unload that cargo.”

“I’m aware, “ Ezra nuzzles his face in the space between her neck and shoulder, whispering against her skin, “when was the last time first light stopped us from having a wild night?”

“True.” Ruby turns her head, offering him more of her neck to kiss.

Ezra slips his hand under her shirt, “I propose we take a look around, see what visual delights entice our senses and head back to the room.”

“I like that plan.” Ruby grabs his hand and slides it out of her shirt. “Come on cowboy.”

The two of them walk the massive room, red curtains drape from the walls, bowls of fruit and chalices of wine spread out on countless tables, music playing, lit candles, incense, faintly in the background the sounds of pleasure and boisterous conversation.

When Ezra takes a step away to piss, Ruby continues to explore until a familair figure catches her eye. She can identify this tall, lean, dark haired figure with ease.

Feeling someone behind him, Logan assumes it’s his partner, “I didn’t know the body could bend like that,” he titls his head and chuckles, “That’s what I need tonight, to fuck like that - “Logan glances over his shoulder and does a double take.

“Well, “ he lowers his glass as he turns to view her, “look at you.” Logan smiles fliratiously at her. “Last time I saw you, you shot me.”

“I did. I’d do it again.” Ruby’s eyes moved over him, she still hated him, but he looked delicious as usual. “Still a vile piece of shit?”

“You know it.” Logan responds proudy.

Logan steps away from the sideroom, giving her his full attention. Standing too close, he arches a brow and wets his lips.

“You look good Ruby.”

“I know.” Ruby flips him off and continues walking, heading back to where she last stood with Ezra. Logan follows.

“What’s it been? A year?”

“About.” She reponds shortly.

Logan chucks the rest of his drink, and places it on the tray of a passing server.

“What do you say to an adventure? Like old times? The person I came with..a real bore. But you,” Logan walks backwards infront of her, forcing her to look at him, “we - we know how to have fun. I like this gold paint, you would look delicious painted gold.”

Ruby rolls her eyes, “I’m not alone.”

“You know I don’t mind group action.” The diabolical grin Logan flashes sends a wave of heat through her body. Ruby resists, putting more space between them.

She takes a few steps then notices Ezra coming her way.

“Ready for that room Gem, I’ve had all the voyeriusm a man can take,” Ezra draws her into his arms, “you and me, we need to -” he stops, noticing the tall man watching them with a perverse half grin.

“Over me so quickly,” Logan rests a hand over his heart, “I have to say, it hurts, just a little.”

“I take it this is the other one Hoodoo was referrin’ to?” Ezra continues to hold her, his eyes on Logan.

“Moving fast you two, you met Hoodoo? That’s like meeting the dad,” he whispers that part, “ I’m impressed, or jealous.” Billy grins. “what's the secret? Big cock?”

Ruby turns and grabs Ezra by the arm and pulls him backward. She doesnt mind Ezra laughing at Logan’s comment, “Goodbye Logan!” She calls back as her and Ezra head toward the entrance.

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Now that I got some of this out of me, I’m gonna try to work on my actual planned wip 😁

#Ezra prospect #logan delos #Westworld au #western au

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readerinsertsaremyguiltypleasure · 1 year

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Fic Rec List (Part 2)

My first rec list was strictly Billy Russo x Reader fics, but this one covers The Darkling (Shadow and Bone), Logan Delos (Westworld), and Caspian (The Chronicles of Narnia). There are only a few of each so I didn’t see much point putting them in their own separate lists.

Anyways, on with the fic recs!

The Darkling

Dusk Till Dawn by FluffyUnicorn666

Author’s summary: Your relationship with General Kirigan only exists after the sun goes down and you begin to wonder whether he loves you beyond the night calls. Before you can find out Kirigan’s true feelings, you’re tied up and thrown into the back of a van.

Rec notes: This is my go-to Darkling comfort fic. I don’t even care about the anachronisms. When I first got into Darkling x reader fics, there was a particular type I was after, and this was it. Non-Grisha reader - check. Angsty uncertainty about Aleksander’s feelings - check. Reader is put in danger/goes through traumatic experience - check. Aleksander going full Darkling when rescuing her - double check. And finally, a soft resolution where feelings are openly admitted and all misunderstandings are brought to rest - check and check.

Nyctophobia by ohthislove

Author’s summary: General Kirigan saves you after the Second Army raids your village in Fjerda, but he wants something from you in return.

Rec notes: Dark!fic isn’t normally my thing, but this one is an interesting role reversal, with the Grisha being the malevolent raiders and the Fjerdans sympathetic victims. This fic does come with a great big warning, though. It is definitely not for everyone, so please pay attention to the tags, specifically the “Rape/Non-Con” one. This is not a happy fic and there is no love between Kirigan and the reader.

Where Your Heart Is by Clairecrive

Summary: The reader is fed up with slowly losing Aleksander to Alina and decides to leave. Aleksander will have to stop her before it’s too late and he loses the one he really loves.

Rec notes: You can’t go wrong with a bit of angst, and the Alina “love triangle” provides perfect ammunition for it. This fic is definitely one of my more favoured of the “Reader is jealous of Alina” storylines.

Logan Delos

Delos and Austen by marvelmusing

Author’s summary: Logan Delos is the CEO of Westworld. You are the co-head of Narrative, and have been friends with Logan for nearly two years.

Rec notes: Logan can be such a fun character, and this fic demonstrates that well (though the last fic in the series is more serious). The writer does a great job of giving us the nicer side to Logan’s character while still keeping him a little bit of an asshole, which I appreciate. And I love the “Austen” nickname.

P.S. The link for this one is for marvelmusing’s Logan Masterlist, as it was easier just to link to the one page. I also recommend reading the other fic on it.

Just a Kiss by banditthewriter

Summary: After a shitty breakup, the reader confides in Logan that one of the things her ex said when he broke up with her was that she was a bad kisser. Logan offers himself as a test subject to disprove the accusation.

Rec notes: This one is a good mix of light angst and light smut. Throw in a healthy dose of friends-to-lovers, and you’ve got yourself a highly enjoyable fic.

Knee-Jerk Reaction by banditthewriter

Author’s summary: Logan reacts to finding out the reader loves him. Let me rephrase that: Logan reacts poorly to finding out the reader loves him.

Rec notes: I like this one because it starts post-confession and deals with the fall-out and processing of feelings. It’s a refreshing change from the common (though no less appealing) “love confession is immediately accepted and reciprocated” plot. Plus there’s a nice moment of jealous!logan to enjoy.

Logan Delos’s Soulmate by banditthewriter

Summary: Soulmate AU where you meet your soulmate in your dreams.

Rec notes: I love Soulmate AUs! There are so many different types, which means you get a bit of variety within the trope. If you are looking for tooth-rotting fluff, however, this is not that kind of soulmate au. This fic is surprisingly emotional, with a high focus on Logan’s drug addiction and self-worth issues. But don’t despair! There is a happy ending.

Caspian

Like It Once Was by banditthewriter

Summary: Modern AU. After Prince Caspian’s year long absence, the reader is informed that he no longer wants the throne, as it will prevent him from marrying a woman of non-royal heritage. This makes life difficult for the reader, as not only is it her job to manage such announcements, but she and Caspian had also been developing a relationship before he had left for military duty.

Rec notes: Ah, the good old “misunderstandings leading to unnecessary angst” trope. Love it! This is only a one-shot, which means that the angst is just the right length to stop it getting repetitive, and the flashbacks are spaced out well (I think there are only two) so they break the angst with a bit of fluff. All in all, a great read. For anyone who only has surface knowledge of the Narnia series (like me), this fic does feature the Pevensies, but it’s a modern AU, so knowledge of their stories is not needed to enjoy it.

Make Your Choice by banditthewriter

Author’s summary: When the reader was just a baby, she was promised to Prince Caspian of Telmar. Her and two other girls that is. Once the prince because King of Narnia, the women promised to Caspian are brought to Cair Paravel to see which will become Queen of Narnia. Can she make the king fall in love with her?

Rec notes: A lovely written fic that manages to fit into the arranged marriage trope while skirting the definition of “arranged” when it comes to the actual marriage (the characters fall in love and the marriage proposal is made from love… so willingly arranged marriage, maybe?). It’s a good fic if you want to read something lengthy and plotty that still has high focus on the romance aspect.

A Recipe For Love by padfootagain

Author’s summary: Your life was quiet, working in the Royal Kitchens and craving for a chance to become a cook. But your whole world changes when your eyes meet the King’s gaze…

Rec notes: Who doesn’t love a king/commoner love story? I particularly like this one because it is the reader who makes the big gesture at the fic’s climax, rather than the canon character. Usually it’s the other way around, so this was refreshing to read. Other highlights include Caspian looking after the reader when they are sick, and him meeting their parents (who don’t believe he’s the king).

Visiting Princesses by pillow-titties

Author’s summary: A banquet held to welcome visiting princess vying for King Caspian's hand has your jealousy reach its peak and brings hidden feelings to light.

Rec notes: A classic friends-to-lovers story with a heavy dose of smut. Seriously, this one is something like 80% smut and I am far from complaining.

What You Deserve by banditthewriter

Summary: Cornered into choosing a suitor, the reader thinks her best choice is a man who treats her with far less respect than she deserves. But a voyage on the Dawn Treader proves that she may have another option.

Rec notes: This one features the Pevensies, but Caspian is a king, so I’m guessing that means it is set between Prince Caspian and Voyage of the Dawn Treader? But if you haven’t seen the movies or read the books, as I haven’t, it doesn’t really matter. It is still an enjoyable fic with a very satisfying ending.

#fic recs #logan delos x reader #caspian x reader #the darkling x reader #darkling x reader

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padfootagain · 9 months

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Hello everyone! It’s still hard to believe that I’ve hit 6k followers this month! I can’t believe there are so many of you interested in my silly little stories!!

In order to celebrate, I’ve asked you what kind of event you wanted, and you’ve voted for the tropes/AU event! So, here we go! I’m going to use the same prompts as a previous event, as I prepared a pretty thorough prompt list already.

I hope you have fun during this event!

Carole, what is all this new mess now?

The idea is simple: you can make a request for a character I write for (the list of characters is under the cut) by choosing a prompt in the lists that are (also) under the cut. You can add specific details if you have a more precise idea (but please, remember that I do not write nsfw content). In the coming weeks, I’ll write all your requests! I will accept a maximum of 15 requests, or as many requests as I will have received in the next 72 hours, depending on how many requests are submitted! The requests for this event will thus be open between today (August 14 2023) and Thursday (August 17 2023).

How can we request a fic?

You can request a fic by sending me a message through my inbox. I will not accept requests sent through private messages because it is very difficult for me to keep track of them that way. You can, however, request a fic on or off anon. So, if you’re a little shy, don’t hesitate to send me an anonymous ask!

You must choose a character in the list under the cut, for whom I will write a one-shot using the prompt you have chosen (the list is also under the cut). You can write down only the letter/number corresponding to the prompt you’ve chosen instead of copying them in full if it’s easier for you. You can choose an AU or a trope or an AU and a trope. You can also add whether you would prefer some fluff, angst or hurt/comfort.

You can include additional details if you have a specific idea and want to see it included in the fic ; however, I can reject a request if I don’t feel comfortable with the details you’ve added.

Your request must thus include :

A character from the list below

A prompt from the list below

The combinations for the prompts can be :

An AU only

A trope only

An AU + a trope

For example, you can request :

Caspian, modern AU

OR Caspian, Friends to lovers

OR Caspian, modern AU, Friends to lovers

If you have any questions regarding the event, don’t hesitate to ask me! Also, a little nice word in the request is always nice, don’t forget to at least say ‘hi’ :)

I hope you have fun with this event! I can’t wait to see the combinations you will choose!

Thank you all for your support! Have a lovely day! :)

Characters :

Ben Barnes

Caspian

Ryan Brenner

Logan Delos

Sam Adams (Ben Barnes’s character)

The Darkling

Sirius Black

Blackinnon

Wolfstar

Remus Lupin

Jily

Poe Dameron

Cassian Andor

Jyn Erso

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Ahsoka Tano

AUs :

Modern AU

Florist/ tattoo artist AU

Soulmates AU

Neighbours AU

Roommates AU

Historical AU

Professor AU

Bookshop or library AU

Bodyguard AU

Coffeeshop AU

College AU

Painter or artist AU

Royalty AU

Coworkers AU

Parents AU

Tropes :

Only one bed

Road trip

Caught in a snowstorm

Friends to lovers

Mutual pinning

Enemies to lovers

Idiots in love

Angry love confession

Established relationship

Drunken confession

Wounded character leads to confession

Rivals to lovers

Fake dating

Secret dating

Arranged marriage

Domestic bliss

Jealousy angst with a happy ending

Poorly-timed confession

Friends with benefits to lovers

Forbidden love

Highly romantic dance scene

Oh… oh no…

Wrong time to right time

"I'm not good enough for you."

Miscommunication

Heard the confession spoken when the other thought they were asleep

Arranged date

Almost kissing

Kissing under the rain

"Please, don't leave…"

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Tagging a few people who might be interested (aka people in the taglist...) : @wolfbrideinhiding @sergeantbuckybarnes @wolfmoonmusic @reg-arcturus-black @idek-what-to-put @kpicard @rhapsodyonthethames @intothesoul @pat-sirius @rockintensse @budugu @sayumiht @hells-escapees @omgrachwrites @cloudbroomblog

#6k event #6k followers event #event #prompts #writing prompts #tropes and AUs #6k followers

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fific7 · 2 years

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White Wedding Pt 1

Logan Delos x Reader

A/N: Alpha/Omega/Soulmate AU, based on Billy Idol’s song of the same name. This does not follow canon, it’s mainly Logan lemon zest 🍋 because the world always needs more Logan.

Summary: James has agreed to retire, leaving Logan and Juliet in charge of Delos. But there is one major condition attached… will Logan find it to be a deal-breaker?

Warnings: 18+ NSFW due to sexual content, including oral, between consenting adults*. Drinking and swearing.

*Irl, please use protection, let’s be careful out there.

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(My Photo Edit)

Hey little sister, what have you done

Hey little sister, who's the only one

Hey little sister, who's your superman

Hey little sister, who's the one you want

Hey little sister, shotgun

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Logan shot up out of his seat.

“Wait, what?!”

His handsome face - unusually - held an expression of horror and disgust. Most times you’d see either a languid smile, a devilish smirk or just plain indifference. But not right now.

He couldn’t believe what his father had just said. Out loud. For the whole board to hear.

James laughed out loud, and even Juliet smirked before quickly looking down.

“You heard, Logan,” he said, still not quite done laughing.

“How come you haven’t asked Juliet to fulfill the same condition? That’s… that’s just complete bullshit.. and favouritism and.. and.. it’s discriminatory!”

The other board members were smirking, Logan just knew they were. He was absolutely furious.

Logan heard Juliet snigger loudly and she looked straight at him, her eyes twinkling. He couldn’t resist flashing her a tiny grin … he was so pleased they were back on good terms now that she’d dumped her asshat of a husband, the charming William.

James, on the other hand… the lingering smile which had remained on his face dropped right off there and he sent one of his glacial looks at Logan.

“Because she’s not a drunken, whoring fucked up junkie, lad! You… on the other hand…” he said, pointing at Logan, his voice rough and his accent sounding broader than usual.

Logan collapsed back into his seat, “Yeah, yeah!… but not any more… rehab, remember?”

His father leaned even further back into his fancy-ass “I’m the Boss” big leather chair at the head of the boardroom table.

“Yes, lucky for you. By god, laddie… you will keep on the straight and narrow, no backsliding!… call this an incentive to keep yourself nice and clean...and well-behaved.”

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Juliet hurried to keep up with her irate sibling as he stormed across the driveway and into her house. He’d grabbed her house keys from her as she’d been taking them out of her bag, still fuming even though the meeting had been over for at least an hour.

“Lo… will you calm the fuck down!” she yelled at his back as he unlocked and threw open her front door. Luckily she had a doorstop between it and the hall wall, otherwise the door handle would’ve made a big mark there as it headed for the wall at high speed.

“That absolute fucker!” he screeched as he strode into her living area. He swung round suddenly, a guilty look on his face. “Oh… Em’s not here, is she?”

Juliet dropped her large tote onto the ground and quietly closed the door behind her.

“A bit late if she was here!… luckily for you, she’s at the afterschool club with her little buddies.”

Logan helped himself to some of her bourbon, a small measure. He held up the bottle to her and she shook her head, “I’ve gotta pick up Em later.”

He threw himself onto the sofa, and Juliet sat down next to him. He took a big gulp of his drink, “I swear.. I wish I’d been born one of those pussy Betas.”

She laughed, and put her hand on his arm, “Well.. unfortunately for you, you were born a big healthy Alpha male … which you insist on proving at every opportunity.”

“Not recently,” he grumbled, taking a smaller sip. He heaved a big theatrical sigh, “I haven’t had any in fucking forever!”

Juliet knew that his ruts had been erratic recently due to his substance abuse and it had been a blessing in disguise, really. Not that Logan had actually ever needed his ruts to get his groove on. But his counsellor had told him that they would probably return soon and as his session notes were made available to his father, James had decided that before this happened, and as a condition of his imminent retirement whereby he’d hand over control of the company to his two children, Logan would need to get married.

“You’re such a drama queen, Lo,” she laughed. He huffed, “Am I? Am I? Well! How would you like if he’d told you to get married to some fucking Omega within a month?”

“Look… I’ll do what I can to help,” she soothed, “I’ve got a contact at Los Palos Verde.”

Logan turned his head towards her, “What’s that? Some skanky knocking shop for stray Omegas or something?” She lightly slapped his shoulder, “No! It’s a retreat for high-end unclaimed Omegas.”

“Unclaimed?”

“Yes, unclaimed. Whereby they either haven’t met their soulmates yet or don’t even have one, and as highly prized females they’d be in danger if left out in the mainstream.”

Logan ran a hand over his face and up into his lush dark hair, “Fuck! This is so … so fucking… I just can’t believe he’s insisting on this.”

“I’ll make an appointment for you. It’s seriously the best retreat in California. There’s a long waiting list but my contact will get you to the head of the queue. During the appointment, you are allowed to meet and scent some of the residents, and if you feel a strong attraction or bond with any of them, you’re allowed to briefly sample them in a controlled environment.”

“Scent them? Sample them? What the fuck… you mean like a fucking tasting menu in some fancy restaurant?” and he laughed for the first time in a while.

Juliet’s face pinked up, “I’m not going into details, Lo… you’ll find out when you get there.”

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Los Palos Verde

You carefully placed your book on the little table next to your plush, comfortable chair and sat back, looking out over the vista of pine trees and palms which surrounded the enclave.

This place usually made you feel calm. Whilst it was a pretty solitary existence - there was limited social interaction between the Omegas as the Betas who ran it said that there was potential scent-mixing - there was a tranquil vibe which you adored and required. But you were troubled today.

The longer you’d existed in the mainstream without meeting your soulmate the more dangerous life had become for you. There had been a spate of Omega kidnappings by rogue Alphas who had basically placed them into brothel/baby farms where they were just basically used and used and used, forevermore.

You had no family left in the US, and the European branch had been singularly uninterested in taking you in due to some long-ago but never forgotten family dispute. When your grandmother had died five years ago - she’d outlived her children - you’d been very surprised to learn that she’d left you a substantial legacy. You were surprised because she’d always refused to ever meet you. Your father, her middle son, had got his college girlfriend pregnant and you were the outcome. Your parents had never married but co-habited, and your grandmother had been outraged by that and also because both your parents had also dropped out of college and schlepped round California in a neo-hippy kind of lifestyle.

You had been identified as a Platinum Omega very early in your life. You actually had wished over and over that you weren’t, but what choice did you have? It meant that you were the very top notch of Omegas - the most beautiful, the most fertile when you needed to be and therefore highly prized by Alphas. When it became obvious a couple of years ago that remaining in the mainstream could potentially be very dangerous for you, you’d sold your condo and along with your inheritance had had enough to buy yourself a place at Los Palos Verde for 10 years. It meant that you were safe from any kidnap attempts and the humiliation of having to take a place in one of the government-sponsored Omega Centres, which were basically just brothels by any other name, where single Alphas could go to scratch an itch or during a rut.

At the end of the 10 years, you’d review the security in the mainstream and see what your options were at that point. Some of your inheritance was in an interest-bearing Savings Bond so you weren’t exactly penniless, thankfully. Meanwhile, your stay at Los Palos Verde was all-inclusive … and also included an inhibitor for your monthly heat cycle. You were determined that you would not get pregnant until you met your Alpha soulmate. You frowned… huh… if you met your soulmate, you should say. You were beginning to think it’d never happen, and also you knew that being in the retreat limited your chances of meeting him. But if you were out in the mainstream, although you might meet your soulmate, you could just as easily get yourself human-trafficked. That was your delightful Catch-22 situation and you just had to deal with it.

And also hence the reason for your troubled mind. As part of the contract you had to sign when you took up residence here, there was a clause which you hadn’t anticipated and weren’t exactly thrilled about either. The Betas who ran the place reserved the right to put any Platinum Omegas forward should any of their VIP Alphas request a meeting. You had to agree to be scented and sampled by them if requested. You’d strongly protested but basically if you didn’t agree to it, you would not be accepted into LPV. So with a heavy heart, you’d signed your acceptance of all their T&C’s.

However since you’d been here, you’d never been approached by them about the weird-sounding scenting and sampling thing. So you’d kinda forgotten all about it. Until yesterday. One of the Betas had messaged you on the internal system and advised that you would be required to present yourself at 2 pm in two days’ time for scenting. You were instructed not to take your inhibitor, not to use perfume or deodorant, and to wear a camisole top with no bra and yoga pants with no underwear. You’d messaged back and asked why, and had received a terse reply that as per your contract, you had agreed to this and therefore you would prepare yourself without argument.

Now what in holy hell was this all about?

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Your apartment door buzzer rang at 1.45 pm the day later, and a Beta female you hadn’t seen before asked you to accompany her to the ‘Scenting Suite”, whatever the fuck that was, you thought grumpily.

This ‘Suite’ was a luxurious, calm space with long, low futon-like beds spaced out around the room. The floor-to-ceiling windows allowed green-shadowed sunlight to spill in, muted by gauzy curtains.

Your hair was tied back, and you were asked to lie down on one of the futons and then covered head to toe by the light cotton sheet so that you were unable to see anything any longer. There was no one else in the Suite when you entered, but then you heard another and then another set of footsteps, and the rustling of sheets nearby. So… three of you involved, then. The Beta’s voice said in a low tone next to your ear, “We will uncover a small area and The Alpha will place his nose on your neck. Please do not recoil or react, just lie still. If he wishes to, he will move his nose over your neck, your collarbone, your shoulder, and you will allow this.”

A few moments later, you heard the Suite door open and a low murmuring of voices. Then a louder, deeper voice, “So whadda I do, exactly?” He sounded almost sulky. More low murmurs, and his voice again, “Really? Ah, okay then.” Yeah, definitely sulky.

They must’ve begun with one of the others, you thought as no one approached you yet. Another few moments went by without any action around your futon. Then you heard footsteps which seemed to be heading your way. You heard the same Beta female voice who’d spoken to you earlier say, “And this… this is our Platinum Omega.” You heard a small snort, “What? Like.. same as a damn Ferrari or something?” Your lips involuntarily curved into a smile, thinking to yourself… cheeky bastard. Then you got mad, as you suddenly realised that that was exactly what it sounded like.. as if you were an inanimate object in a car showroom. Were they…. they sounded like they were trying to sell you to this guy??

You felt light fingers pull aside the sheet on the right side of your neck, but as the rest of the sheet was underneath your head, that was all that was revealed. You still couldn’t see a damn thing.

Then you felt a warm nose against your skin and you felt him huff in a breath. You were also able to smell him… spicy, musky, with an indescribable hint of the man himself mixed in there. His nose suddenly travelled up behind your ear then back down, further down than he’d been before, and across your shoulder to your collarbone, pushing aside the sheet as he went. If he kept on at this rate, who knows what he’d end up revealing. His nose kept travelling across your skin, back and forth, back and forth. You heard the Beta voice, “Please! Mr .. uhh… sir… the scenting is over now.”

He’d buried his nose in your hairline at the nape of your neck by this time, and he moved away. You heard a quiet, “Damn!”

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Logan stood up, reluctantly. Well goddamn, he hadn’t expected that visceral reaction from himself. He looked down at the figure on the futon. Obviously he couldn’t see much except a vague outline, as the sheet covered her completely.

Juliet had been as good as her word and got him an appointment today at this weird place, in amongst the pines and palms. If he hadn’t received a voicemail full of curses and threats from his father yesterday he probably wouldn’t have bothered driving up here. Then when he walked into their ‘Scenting Suite’ or whatever the fuck they called it, he’d been disturbed to see three prone figures on futons, covered by white sheets - they looked like they were extras in The Mummy Returns or something. Creepy as fuck. He didn’t like this whole circus one tiny fucking bit.

The first two Mummies he’d been led over to… well, yeah.. they smelled ok. Like women. You know, how women smell. Nice. OK, yeah. What was he doing here again??

Then the third Mummy. The snippy-looking Beta had reverently informed him that this was their Platinum Omega. Like she was a fucking car model or something. What was a fucking Platinum Omega anyway?

Then his nose had hit her skin. Fuck! Her scent suddenly hit his receptors like a tsunami. Rolling relentlessly over him. What was it? Musky, sweet… sex. His nose started roaming of its own accord over her neck, shoulders, collarbone, constantly scenting… and the snippy Beta had stepped closer to him, telling him it was over. He’d immediately glared at her, the Fuck Off in his glance very apparent. But then he’d remembered where he was and what he was doing and had stood up.

The Beta indicated that he should leave the Suite, which he did.. glancing back just the once at Ms Mysterious Platinum Omega. Once outside, he asked the snippy Beta what exactly that meant.

The thin lips curved up a fraction, “Why Mr Delos, that means that you have the Empress of the Omegas right there, the elite of the elite, the crème de la crème.” She regarded him coolly, “I guess she is the one you’d like to sample?”

“I don’t know what sampling actually means but whatever it is, yes… you guess correctly.”

“Sampling means you are able to use your tongue. Between her legs.”

Logan’s mouth dropped open as he stared at the Beta, speechless. Suddenly he felt the first stirrings of interest below decks for months.

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Your sheet was replaced over your neck and shoulders, and a few moments later you heard more than one set of footsteps shuffling past and leaving the Suite. You were about to sit up and pull down the sheet when a hand restrained you, and none too gently either.

“You will remain.”

Where was the Please in that statement then? You huffed, “No. I want to go now, please. Everyone else seems to have.”

“Yes, they have. But you have been chosen to be sampled, so you will remain.”

“Look, just what the hell is this sampling you keep talking about?”

“Nothing unpleasant. You will find out shortly.”

“I want to know now!” you insisted, and you heard an exasperated sigh above you.

“In a few moments.”

The Beta’s hands loosened the sheet next to your right arm; there was a quick sharp scratch there and in a very short space of time you could feel yourself becoming drowsy. So very drowsy. You could feel restraints being snapped round each of your wrists at the side of the futon. “Hey! What the fuck…!” you yelled, starting to pull against them.

You were aware of the sheet being folded back over your legs up to your lower abdomen, your yoga pants were removed and then a second sheet was draped over your legs at mid-thigh. Ankle restraints were snapped into place. You tried to scream or fight or say something, but by now… while you were still fully conscious… you were unable to function otherwise. What were these crazy fuckers pulling on you? Had you been kidnapped or trafficked after all?

You heard the door of the Suite open again and two sets of footsteps approached. You heard a Beta say, “You have 15 minutes,” and the guy’s deep voice answering “Uh-huh, okay.” “You remember what you were told you can do?” “Uh-huh.” “So to be crystal clear, nothing else can or should be attempted.” “Yup.. got it.”

Two sets of footsteps left the Suite, and warm hands placed themselves where your thighs were bare. You felt stubble between your legs and a hot, wet tongue licked you before plunging right inside you, which caused your hips to leap up off the futon. You hardly had the energy to moan. He began lapping at you, alternating between thrusting his tongue inside you and firmly licking your clit. You could feel what he was doing to your body; this was obviously why they’d told you not to take your inhibitor, so you’d react appreciatively to him.

You felt him lift his head from between your legs.

“Ohhh, angel,” you him say heard, “today just got soooo much better.”

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#ben barnes #logan delos #logan delos x reader #logan delos fan fiction #logan delos fanfic #logan delos westworld #logan delos deserved better

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badandbreakfast-designs · 2 months

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Tag people you want to know better

Merci à @suskindkore pour son tag, ça fait plaisir 💘

last song : Living in the shadows - Matthew Perryman Jones

currently watching : Friends (pour la 90ème fois environ)

three ships : Jyn Erso & Cassian Andor (Star Wars - Rogue One), Logan Delos & William (Westworld), Anakin & Obi-Wan (Star Wars)

favorite color : can never go wrong with black

currently consuming : un maximum de fruits, la vie les fruits

place of birth : France

current location : Canada

first ship : Sonic et Amy Rose sans doute ? Ça fait un bail

relationship status : réellement grateful d'être capable d'accepter que je suis capable d'être seule et en profiter, et qu'il n'y a rien de plus agréable que de ne pas se sentir clouée au sol par les standards de comment je devrais vivre pour avoir atteint le bonheur selon le mètre étalon (ne laissez personne vous dire à quoi votre bonheur va ressembler, il n'y a pas de définition unique juste, et votre définition peut aussi changer du tout au tout un jour, ou pas ; vous devez vous justifier auprès de personne, c'est la vie, c'est votre vie, vivez là pour vous)

last movie : Kiki's Delivery Service

currently working on : m'ajuster avec mon nouveau rythme de vie, ne pas en demander trop de moi-même, c'est ok de se gourrer, trouver du temps pour faire du graphisme, me remettre aux arts manuels sérieusement, one day at a time Je tag personne parce que le truc a beaucoup tourné et tous les noms que je voulais taguer sont pas mal là mais sentez-vous libres de le faire, y'a aucune obligation ou au contraire, besoin d'être tagué·e 💘

#rpg francophone

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thehotone · 2 years

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succession westworld au where roman roy is logan delos taking his soon to be brother in law tom wambsgans on a lifechanging bachelor party but tom falls for a host (greg) and goes on a murderous rampage when he figures out he's not 'real'

#succession #westworld

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quiisquiliae · 2 years

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Mobile Muse List

Ashe Trevelyan

Main Verse: Dragon Age (Inquisition)

Other Verses: Modern

Preferring the company of animals and books, as a scholar and youngest of the Trevelyan family, Ashe suddenly finds herself leading the Inquisition.

Alaric Trevelyan

Main Verse: Dragon Age (Inquisition)

Other Verses: Modern

The middle child of the Trevelyan family, Alaric joined the Templar Order believing they were supposed to help both mages and non-magic folk. As time passed however, he became disillusioned when Corypheus and Samson took control and defected to the Inquisition to help in any way he can.

Billy Russo

Main Verse: Marvel/Punisher

Other Verses: His main verse translates seamlessly to any modern AU.

Ex marine sniper and current president of a private security company called Anvil, Billy is currently enjoying the finer things in life, however all things come at a cost.

Brisco County Jr

Main Verse: Wild West

Other Verses: Westworld

Former Harvard law student and current bounty hunter, Brisco is in search of the “next big thing”, as well as the outlaw gang who murdered his father, a US Marshall.

Din Djarin/The Mandalorian

Main Verse: Star Wars

A bounty hunter who’s a part of a strict Mandalorian cult, Din takes on more than he bargained for during a job and now has an adopted child who’s incredibly strong with the force.

Eddie Brock and Venom

Main Verse: Marvel/Venom

Other Verses: Their main verse translates pretty seamlessly to any modern AU.

Ex reporter accidentally teams up with an alien symbiote. It’s a complicated relationship.

Edward Elric

Main Verse: Full Metal Alchemist: Brotherhood

A young and talented alchemist, he joined the state alchemists in efforts to get his brother’s body back. In the process, he uncovers something sinister brewing.

Fennec Shand

Main Verse: Star Wars

A master assassin, Fennec Shand is saved by Boba Fett and proceeds to team up with him to bring order back to Mos Espa.

Han Solo

Main Verse: Star Wars

A smuggler turned rebel, Han uses his piloting skills to help the rebellion overthrow the Empire.

Jim Hawkins

Main Verse: Disney/Treasure Planet

Other Verses: Crossovers available

A troubled teenager, Jim lands the adventure of a lifetime when a map to the fabled Treasure Planet falls into his hands.

Logan Delos

Main Verse: Westworld and modern AU

Heir apparent to the Delos legacy, Logan delights in the finer things in life and enjoys video games perhaps a bit too much.

Marian Hawke

Main Verse: Dragon Age (DA2)

Other Verses: Modern

Her daggers may be sharp and well-wielded , but her penchant for snark, chaos, and questionable decisions are even more notable.

Matty Beaumont

Main Verse: Modern

An author and former law student, Matty enjoys researching the supernatural and true crime mysteries. He frequently writes about both. In the same books.

Nikolai Sokolov

Main Verse: Modern

Other Verses: Can fit within most historical AUs

Thousand year old Russian Catholic vampire is bad at being a vampire. He enjoys reading and working late at the ER as a nurse.

Talon

Main Verse: Dragon Age (Inquisition)

Other Verses: Modern

Local street rat and assassin who’s never held a leadership position in his 19 years of existence (who also has zero tact and a tendency to create mischief and chaos wherever he goes) is suddenly forced into saving the world.

#{ramblings of the garbage collector: ooc}

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the-purity-pen · 2 years

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Scripted Vulnerability: Ch. 2

Pairing: Actor!Logan Delos x Actor!Fem!Reader

Rating: G

Warnings: none for this chapter. logan being logan again.

Words: 1.3K

A/N: here’s the next part! thank you so much for waiting for this chapter! this is so much of a slowburn that i’m already rooting for logan to just get his act together. i hope you enjoy! any and all feedback is welcomed! 🥰

The next time you had to see Logan was on your first day of rehearsal. The sound stage was set up and the green screen behind you would show the ship-like background on the monitors. Even though you had read over the script, knew the plot, and knew that much of it would be done with the love interest at the forefront, you still were not prepared for standing so close to Logan for much of this first scene.

He was dressed in a tightly-fitted t-shirt and denim jeans. He looked far more relaxed than when you had seen him at the table read where he had donned a full suit, which was his usual get-up. He was drinking a coffee and when he spotted you, he flashed you a smile and held up a second coffee cup to you. You furrowed your brows in questioning when he shook his head and moved closer.

“I got you some coffee to start our long day of rehearsal,” he told you as if you hadn’t figured out that’s what his movements meant. You scoffed quietly but took the coffee from him, feeling the immediate warmth spreading from the styrofoam cup. You kept your gaze on him as you tentatively took a sip of the coffee.

An immediate gagging sound left your mouth as you coughed and sputtered the liquid. “What the fuck is this?” you asked him incredulously. The overwhelming flavor of artificial sweetener still lingered on your tongue and you stuck it out, trying to air out the flavor that had you feeling very grossed out.

Logan shrugged. “Must have gotten the coffees mixed up again,” he said as he switched the cup from your hand to his own and handed you the other cup.

“You know what, forget it,” you told him, dismissing the other coffee cup before he could get it into your grasp. Logan just smirked and shrugged.

“More for me then,” he said as he walked away to the chairs but not before winking at you. You don’t think you could have rolled your eyes any further back into your head. He knew exactly what he had done and you hated him for it. He was seemingly trying to get under your skin. And it was working. But you were going to try everything not to let him have that satisfaction in knowing that.

As the pair of you took your seats in the chairs that held your name, you grumbled to yourself as Logan sat right next to you. Either you didn’t stand downwind of him when he was trying to hand you the coffee or he just poured a bunch of cologne over himself before sitting next to you. But the smell was intoxicating and you had to forcibly lock your jaw and clear your throat to keep from leaning over to smell him better.

The director, Sarah, talked with the rest of the crew for a minute before gathering everyone’s attention to make a big speech about making this the best production. She made sure to directly thank you and Logan for being her stars. You humbly waved and gave a simple smile and nod at everyone while Logan wore his smarmy little smirk and his stupid large wave of his arm to everyone.

When the cameras started rolling, you held your script below where the camera could see, just as a reference for you to feed yourself lines when you needed it. You were sitting on a large foam rock. Your costume for this scene, you were told, would be tattered clothing that tastefully covered you up. You were the washed-ashore siren that was lost in her human form.

You ran your lines a few times before Sarah called cut. Logan was the only one applauding your rehearsal performance which made you just roll your eyes. Sarah came over to you. “The next scene is one where I’m gonna need you to lose the book,” she told you firmly yet kindly. “Logan is gonna be coming into view and we’re gonna get some full body shots to set up blocking a bit more and I need the book out of the way,” she explained with a warm smile on her lips.

You nodded in understanding. “No problem,” you told her before giving her your script book and getting down from the rock. Logan approached you and held out a hand to try to help you down. But you purposefully ignored him and jumped down all on your own. “I can handle myself, Delos,” you told him sharply.

His brow raised in interest. You were definitely feisty. He should have remembered you from those years ago but you were different now. Definitely more in your element than you had been and your hair had changed since then. He should have remembered you. But the truth was, he didn’t.

Your name was called as you finished taking a sip of your water. You returned to the set and propped yourself up onto the rock again. You pulled your shirt to adjust it a bit from your movements but you didn’t catch the way Logan watched you from just off to the side. The way your body moved, caught his attention and kept it.

So much so that when Sarah called “action”, Logan almost missed his cue to come onto the set, into the camera’s view. He cleared his throat and sauntered on, looking disheveled and worried. He ran through the bit of the scene where he’s lost and confused until he spots you.

The way his gaze caught yours, made your actual breath stutter. Maybe it was the lighting or the fact that he was just looking out of breath but you suddenly felt a very strong emotion towards him that wasn’t just disgust. He kept staring at you as he moved closer slowly, which was scripted. You knew that this was his acting but the way he just turned into a whole other person had you honestly amazed.

He climbed onto the rock and as he neared you, he reached out for you. His face carried such a true emotion of worry and care that you had to focus harder to actually remember your lines. After some exchanged words, Logan’s hand came to the side of your face to wipe gently at your cheek. You didn’t know if that part was in the script but you found yourself holding your breath as he leaned in slowly.

You watched his eyes close and held your breath for a moment, trying to calm your heart. You were really going to have to kiss Logan Delos and in front of cameras and the crew at that. You found your eyes slowly closing as you let him lean closer.

“CUT!” Sarah’s voice broke through and caused you to jump. But instead of catching yourself on the rock, you slid backward and right off the rock onto the safety mat below. Logan called out your name as you hit and you grunted.

A few of the crew members rushed over to your side to help you up and to check on you. Sarah joined them not even a moment later. “Are you okay?” she asked, breaking through the others to get to you and hold your arm. You nodded and sighed.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you told her, feeling exhausted and embarrassed all at once. When Logan finally got himself down from the rock and came up to you, you shook your head, waving your hand at him to back off. The last thing you needed after all of that was him snarking some line about falling for him or something.

You made it back to your trailer and sat on the couch with your head in your hands. Were you really going to go through with this movie? With having to be with Logan? With having to kiss him and force every feeling you had for him years ago down? You let out a heavy sigh and pulled your phone from your pocket; you had quickly grabbed it on your way off the set. You decided to send a text to your best friend in hopes she would be able to talk you off the ledge. But instead, Logan’s face showed up on your screen.

#logan delos #logan delos x reader #logan delos fic #logan delos story #ben barnes #westworld au #westworld #actor!logan #logan delos au #logan delos fanfic #ben barnes character #fic: scripted vulnerability

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delos-mio · 3 years

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Invisible String - PART 2

A/N: Part 2! Tag list is at the end- please let me know if you'd like to be added!

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Standing in front of your full length mirror, you began questioning everything. You felt stupid all dressed up- there were few pieces in your wardrobe even fit to journey to the Upper East Side. The dress was cute enough, but you were worried it would still look too casual and all eyes would be on you. Fuck, you had no idea how to dress for a place that seemed so fancy. You pulled up FaceTime to quickly call the most fashionable person you knew.

The call rang only twice before Juan’s half made-up face popped on the screen. “Please don’t tell me you’re backing out.”

“I’m not backing out,” you huffed. “But I feel like I look weird. Can you tell me if I look weird?” You flipped the camera so Juan could have the same view of you in the full length mirror.

“Baby, you look fabulous! What are you talking about?” Juan said, propping his phone up to glue an eyelash on.

“We’re meeting at this fancy place and it turns out I have zero fancy clothes.” You pulled at the hem of your dress. “I just don’t want him to think…I don’t know what I don’t want him to think. He’s hot and I wanna be hot too.”

Juan laughed. “You’re too fucking much.” He turned his attention back to the screen. “You look amazing. You look hot and sexy and I’d fuck you if I fucked women.”

“Who said anything about fucking?”

“Don’t play that game with me, sis. I know you’re thinking about fucking.” Ok, maybe he was on to something. “Just take a deep breath. You know I’d tell you if you looked stupid.”

“Yeah, I do,” you laughed. “That’s why I called you and not Michael.”

“He’s too sweet for his own good.” Juan was shaking his head, but he was still doing that little beam he did whenever Michael’s name came up. “Listen babe, I gotta finish getting ready, but I love you and you’ll be just fine.”

“Thank you. Knock 'em dead, Anna May!”

“I always do!”

With a sigh, you decided to just roll with it; it wasn’t like you had another viable option anyways. And Juan was right- it was really nothing to get worked up over. You mused your hair once more and grabbed your bag, ready to catch the 1 and across town.

Bar Pleiades, to your horror, was situated kitty corner to a Christian Louboutin store and flanked by upscale galleries you could only dream of entering. Suddenly, the autumn air seemed biting as you took in your surroundings. This was a mistake. Coming here was a mistake and everyone knew you did not belong up here among the Manhattan elite. But it would have been rude to ghost Logan and certainly a waste of a Metrocard swipe. You took a deep breath and steeled your nerves, pulling open the glass door.

The lounge was fairly well lit, but the black of the walls and the night sky gave it a distinctly intimate feel. There was some kind of ambient music playing, peppered with the conversations of the tables around you. You weren’t sure if Logan was even there yet, but just as you went to pull out your phone, a dark head of hair at the bar caught your eye.

He was tall and lean, all cut angles under a visibly expensive suit. His long fingers curled around the rocks glass in front of him, knuckles prominent, were making your brain short circuit. You finally followed the length of his neck up to a sharp jaw lined with a short beard, his dark hair pushed back off his face and mouth turned up in a smile as he chatted with the bartender. Fuck, Logan was quite possibly the most handsome man you’d ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on.

Like he could feel your gaze on him, he turned toward the door and his dark eyes locked with yours. They crinkled at the corners in amusement as his smile somehow became even more brilliant. You froze in place, only able to stare while he beckoned you over with a single finger. Your brain turned off and complied with his silent command automatically. As you approached, he stood up straight and now you could see clearly the mischief playing in his eyes.

“You’re even more gorgeous in person,” Logan mused, placing a polite kiss hello on your cheek.

“I could say the same,” you said, your voice much smaller than you anticipated.

“Glad you think so. I did try and dress up for you tonight,” he said as he smoothed over the lapels of his jacket. “I reserved a booth for us.” He nodded his head toward a back corner and motioned for you to step in front of him. Logan’s hand found the small of your back and he gently guided you toward the sunken-in white leather booth. His touch was grounding and you could feel his fingers flex against your spine. The sensation was so distracting that you almost ran right into the edge of your table. You slid in until you were nestled in the corner and Logan was quick to join you, pushing himself as close to you as possible without directly making contact…yet.

“Good evening,” a pretty, young waiter cut in, her blonde ponytail swinging slowly to a stop. “What can I bring for you tonight, Mr. Delos?” she asked. She knew him by name. Was he just that much of a regular? Because holy shit, how could anyone afford to be a regular here? Or was she a past fling, girlfriend, what have you?

“You like tequila?” Logan asked you quietly- all you could do was nod. “Why don’t you just bring a bottle of Casamigos Anejo and a couple lime wedges?” he asked with a charming smile. Maybe that was just the way he looked at everyone. She walked away and his attention was back on you.

“Are you a regular here or is she a...friend of yours?” you asked, resting your chin in your palm.

“A regular,” Logan laughed. “My townhouse is only a couple blocks from here, so I stop in on my way home from work a couple times a week.” A couple blocks from here...Jesus, you were in the heart of the most expensive neighborhood in Manhattan. Who was this guy and just how loaded was he?

“It’s a nice spot,” you said, taking a look around the room. “A little rich for my blood, but it’s kind of a fun change of pace,” you added with a smile.

“So, I’ve gathered that you do not live, nor are you frequently in, the Upper East Side. Where do you call home?” The waitress returned with the bottle and glasses, setting them down silently as not to interrupt.

“I’m in Hell’s Kitchen,” you said before filling the glasses left on the table. “It’s just me and my fire escape. I like it.” Logan grabbed his glass and raised it to you, waiting for you to join him in a toast.

“To a beautiful evening with a beautiful woman,” Logan all but purred, his smile disarming.

“Jesus, that’s corny,” you laughed, throwing back the shot and biting into a lime. Logan had already finished his shot and his gaze was fixed on your lips puckered around the fruit; the attention made heat rise in your cheeks.

“But darling, it’s also true.” He was effortlessly charming. Where another man would have sounded gross and totally put on, but something about Logan made you feel like he really meant it. “I’m very happy you agreed to meet me. Next time, we can do it on your home turf.”

“Next time, huh?” you laughed. “You sure you want to slum it downtown with the commoners like me?” you teased. Thankfully, Logan chuckled along and took your little joke the right way, not getting immediately offended.

“I’ve been known to haunt the West Village from time to time,” he winked. Interesting he would choose to reference the West Village, unless...“I am a man of many interests.”

“Seems we have that in common, then.”

“Is that so?” he asked, a wide smile on his face. “Do you have a preference for guys or girls at all?”

“Not particularly,” you said. “My type is hot and interesting.”

“A woman after my own heart,” Logan cooed, his eyes bright and delighted. Fuck, he was charming without even trying. You had to remind yourself to take a deep breath and settle your heart rate. “Well, I check both of those boxes. So, that takes a huge weight off my shoulders.”

“Oh my god,” you laughed. “I don’t think you need me to make yourself feel better.”

“Maybe. But I like it better when you say it.”

“You’re lucky you’re hot and interesting,” you mumbled, trying to fight the grin off your face. Logan looked smug, as if to say told you so, but somehow the expression didn’t annoy you like it would on most other people.

“Tell me what you do for work,” Logan said, his head tilting to look at you closer.

“I’m a tattoo artist at a shop in Chelsea,” you smiled. You were kind of that dork who loved talking about work. “I’ve worked at a couple shops in the city, but I think I’ve finally found the proverbial ‘one’.”

“I have been wondering about your tattoos,” Logan grinned. “Being an artist helps some pieces snap into place.”

“How about you? What do you do?” you asked before pouring another drink, this time just to sip. Logan looked slightly confused at the question- almost as if you should have already known. But he quickly shook the expression off his face and looked almost relieved.

“I’m the CEO of a tech company,” he answered simply. The statement implied that he didn’t want to talk much more about it.

“That sounds interesting,” you nodded, feeling a little awkward. You thought asking about work was a normal small talk topic, shit, he had just asked you the same thing! “I don’t know much about tech. I can save drawings on my iPad and that’s about it,” you chuckled quietly.

“Trust me, there are much more interesting things in the world than running a tech company,” Logan laughed off. “Tell me more about tattooing- what got you into it?”

“I always liked drawing. Art in general,” you shrugged. “I originally moved to New York because I got a full ride to NYU and was going to get my BFA.” Logan arched his eyebrow at this, leaning back into the booth. “I got through my sophomore year and the summer before junior year, I got my first tattoo done by another person and just kinda fell in love with the whole experience. I loved the atmosphere and my artist and the idea of making this, this permanent art that people could have forever.” You realized you were rambling and cut yourself off, but Logan seemed engrossed and nodded for you to continue. “My artist later offered me an apprenticeship, so I did that while I was in school. Then I had some uh,” you paused, scratching at the back of your neck, “Some personal stuff came up that winter. So, I dropped out and started working at the shop full time and that was that.”

Logan’s eyes were soft as watched you, clearly curious but unwilling to get into anything too heavy on a first date. “I’m sorry to hear that. But, I’m glad you seem to have found something you really enjoy doing,” he said with a smile. “I’d love to see your work sometime.”

“You could always come down to the shop and go through my portfolio.”

“I wouldn’t stick out like a sore thumb?” he asked, gesturing to himself broadly.

“We get all kinds of people coming through our doors. Some of my returning clients you would never expect to be covered,” you shrugged. “A lot of people work off of their Mark and build from there.”

“That makes sense,” Logan nodded. “Do you have one?”

You nodded. “I do. You?”

Logan shook his head, knocking back the last of his drink. Well, that answered that. “My sister is convinced I should, but…” he trailed off and shrugged, “What are you gonna do?” It was silly, really, the twinge of disappointment you felt knowing Logan didn’t have a Mark. It’s not that you went into every date thinking maybe this time, but something about Logan seemed different. Maybe that was just wishful thinking.

“Doesn’t mean you can’t still have fun,” you smirked, batting your eyelashes at Logan.

“You said it, sweetheart,” he grinned back, scooting a little closer so he was pressed against you. He draped his arm over the back of the booth and let his fingers toy with the ends of your hair.

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Over the evening, Logan and you swapped stories and jokes, getting to know each other better. It seemed bizarre that this random man behind a wrong number was this handsome, charming, sassy, sexy man. The guy from the bar whose number you were supposed to text was a distant memory.

You’d gone through half the bottle of tequila and found yourself giggling like a schoolgirl at all of Logan’s jokes. He very clearly loved the attention and worked hard to amuse you. His arm had not subtly moved from draped on the booth to resting securely around your shoulders, his thumb rubbing along your bare shoulder. You wished the bar was just a touch seedier, had just a little more grime so you could pull Logan in and make out with him shamelessly and not feel like a total spectacle. Logan had a look in his eyes that he very much felt the same way.

“I feel like we haven’t addressed the elephant in the room yet.” Logan pulled you in just a fraction closer.

“Oh?”

“Mhmm. Why did I end up with a scandalous picture of you last night?” he asked, lips curved up in a smirk.

“Ugh, god. Must you remind me?” you groaned.

“Do I have competition? Who are they?” he teased and you shoved at his shoulder.

“For your information, I met someone at the bar last night and he gave me his number. Which I botched,” you laughed. “He also gave me a kiss goodnight. So…” you trailed off, not so subtly looking down at Logan’s lips.

“So, I do have competition,” he mused before shrugging, looking smug as ever. “I’ll just have to make sure I win.”

“You’re winning so far,” you nodded, letting your head tilt forward and your nose run along his. Logan’s breath was sweet from the tequila and your body was screaming to just fucking kiss him. But you pulled back, letting Logan catch himself off balance and stare at you with a new fire in his eyes.

“Would you like to take a walk with me?” You just nodded back, much to his delight. “Wonderful.” Logan threw a couple hundreds on the table like it was nothing. Nothing at all. For you, it was equal to a palm sized tattoo. But Logan clearly didn’t think anything of it. It was clearly way more than the bottle of tequila was worth, so you wagered he just made that waiter’s entire week. It felt surreal to see that kind of money tossed around; maybe Logan was more important of a tech guy than you thought.

You looped your arm around Logan’s and stepped out into the autumn night. The cool air nipped at your exposed skin, at least this was the excuse you gave yourself for clinging close to his body. He didn’t seem to mind all that much.

It had been years since you’d been in Central Park at night. While you loved it during the day, you’d heard enough stories about all the terrifying things that have happened to women alone at night that you tended to stick to daylight only. But Logan was making you laugh and keeping you close. It felt natural; you had to keep reminding yourself not to get swept up in the fantasy he was delivering. But he made it so hard not to. You stopped on a bridge overlooking the pond on the edge of the park, Logan pressed to your side as you looked over the still water.

“I’ve had a lot of fun tonight. Thank you, Logan,” you said, smiling over at him.

“The pleasure is all mine.” He moved behind you, his arms bracketing your body. You turned in his grasp, looking up at his face half illuminated by the lamp post behind him. Fuck, just when you thought you had a handle on yourself, Logan would find a way to make your breath catch again. “Now, what was it you said back at the bar? That this other dude kissed you last night?”

You managed to nod dumbly.

Logan just made an appraising noise and took his time looking you over head to toe. His gaze made you feel hot all over, something deep inside you coiling tight. After what felt like an eternity under his stare, Logan leaned in and mimicked the move you placed on him back at the bar, smirking as he nudged your nose with his. You were so close to breathing out please, regardless of how desperate you would sound.

But Logan was merciful and pressed his lips purposefully to yours. That feeling in your chest burst as you sighed into his kiss, wrapping your arms over his shoulders and burying your fingers in the dark hair at the nape of his neck. Logan pulled you closer to him by the waist, a low hum of approval reverberating in his throat. You suddenly felt like you had to be closer to him, that close wasn’t close enough- it was a feeling you’d never experienced before. His long fingers gripped your hips as he deepened the kiss; his scent was intoxicating and you couldn’t help clawing at his shoulders.

When he finally pulled back for a breath and rested his forehead against yours, you were panting hard, chest rising and falling faster than it had in a long time.

“Fuck,” he half laughed.

“Yeah.”

“Care to have one more drink at my place?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Logan,” you tutted, but smiled. “I’m not stupid.”

“Never thought you were, knew you’d be smart enough to read between the lines,” he grinned.

You considered the offer for a moment. You wanted to- everything inside you wanted to follow Logan home and have him fuck you until you couldn’t see straight. But you didn’t want him to hurt you, and you knew you were already letting yourself get carried away. “Maybe next time.”

“I really fucking hope so,” he said. Logan leaned in and kissed you softly once more. “Let me call you a car.”

“I can just take the train.”

“Absolutely not. It’s late and you’re alone and I have a driver,” he said matter-of-factly. “Just let me do this.”

You nodded. “Ok.”

By the time you made it out of the park and back to the sidewalk, a shiny black Mercedes was pulled up to the curb. Logan opened the back door for you and took your hand in his. “Don’t be a stranger,” he smiled. Your only response was to pull him in by the back of his neck and kiss him long and hard. You could feel the smile on his lips as he returned the kiss with the same fury. There was a small pop as you parted from him and slid into the back seat.

“Night, Logan.”

“Goodnight, darling.”

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marvelmusing · 2 years

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I swear it's just this one more Logan idea then I'm done. Idk if you saw the movie 28days with Sandra B. but it has a scene at the end where an addict who wants to get back into dating has to keep a plant alive first then a pet before he is allowed to pursue human relationships. So what if Logan finally gets a cat but it's more difficult than he imagined. He thinks he is done for when it gets lost but he finds out that he's hot neighbour has the evil little furball.

I love this. Like he pretends to hate the cat, but slowly the insults he throws it’s way have a layer of affection underneath as he gives it pets and little scratches. But he still doesn’t admit to himself how attached he is until the cat disappears. And he is worried. Like he’s wandering through the streets surrounding his apartment, searching for his little menace. It’s getting dark, and Logan gets even more worried. When he finally returns to his apartment there’s a well of emotion gathering in his throat. He drops his keys as he’s trying to unlock his door, and the entire world seems to be against him because he hears the sound of your door opening. He’s certain he looks like a mess, and he doesn’t want to pull himself together enough to seem alright.

Then he hears your voice, filled with relief,

“I started to think you weren’t coming home tonight.” With a frown he turns. Why would you be waiting to see if he comes home?

There in your arms is his cat, looking far too pleased with himself for what he put Logan through. Though if Logan were cuddled up in your arms he probably would look just as content. Logan stares at the two of you for a long moment, and you offer him a shy smile.

“He climbed through my window this afternoon. I thought I’d hold onto him until you came home.” Logan swallows hard,

“Thank you.”

“Anytime.” You say earnestly, before you laugh, “He’s quite the character.”

The laugh that falls from Logan’s lips startles him, and he remarks with a tiny grin.

“You have no idea.”

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artemiseamoon · 8 months

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Special Agent Ortega, sir, you need to wait. I have plans today. I AM WORKING ON A WIP! I need to stick to those plans. I need to focus.

Today is Chris H day! I’m working on the Decided by Fate update and further developing this Werebear! Tyler Rake drabble I had (unpublished)

But thanks to the treats we got today, I have inspo to bring this back now, well, soon…October is busy with Frightfest. So maybe for November. 💜

Orrrr… add a part 2 to this…

#I’m getting off tumblr so I can focus #oh my #back later 😍#my western! Ezra is on my mind now

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the-blind-assassin-12 · 4 years

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Core Drive (intro)

A/N: Once upon a time, @malionnes asked me what I would write if I could write any story for one of my characters. And this AU is the result. Logan Delos is much more than the sum of his flaws, and he is determined to prove that.

Warning: this series will deal with drug use, depression, addiction, violence and other such topics.

Word Count: 3,113

“Will it help?” You shocked yourself by asking the question in an even tone despite the way your chest was clenching and your throat tightening. Watching him struggle to remove the plastic band from around his wrist - thin...he’s so thin now…- you felt your bottom lip tremble and you pressed them together to stop it. Reaching out, you placed a hand on his arm and he froze, looking up at you. Oh... His eyes, always so bright and full of life now looked lost, the light in them dull, barely a flicker, and the darkness hit you like a sucker punch to the heart. You sucked in an involuntary breath, but swallowed it down, slipping your fingers beneath the band he wore. Giving a quick yank, you easily snapped it, letting it fall to the floor. He muttered a thank you under his breath, pulling his wrist away slowly, encircling it with the fingers of his other hand. Yours dropped to your lap and the second that it did you felt a distance start to form; a slow but strong undercurrent pulling you away from him. He hadn’t answered you, so as one last attempt to throw out a life vest- for him or for me?- you asked again. “Logan? Is that…” Don’t ask if it’s what he wants. Ask the question that matters. “Will it help?”

It was all you’d been trying to do since he’d been released from the hospital after his last trip to Westworld; help him find a way through it. You’d thought he was joking the night before he left for his trip, when he told you that he’d updated his park profile to make you his emergency contact. He’d said it through a smirk, lips crawling up your neck, tongue sweeping across your sweat slicked skin as his hands roamed your body and his hips rolled against yours. You’d smacked his arm playfully, drawing a chuckle from him that tickled behind your ear. “No you didn’t, Delos,” you challenged. There was no reason for him to list you as any kind of contact, emergency or otherwise. You and Logan had been enjoying several months of unlabeled fun, and you knew that he’d been seeing other people during that time. You had, too, though it had been a few weeks since you’d seen anyone but him. And he’s the only one I’m sleeping with. “Besides, I thought Juliet was your emergency contact.” You twisted beneath him, turning your head to look in his eyes, your fingers going up to brush a few strands of his long chocolate brown hair away from them.

“She was,” he answered, tilting his head to lean into your palm. “But William needed to list someone and park rules state that two guests can’t have the same emergency contact.” He rolled his eyes and sat up, moving so that he was next to you. Reaching over, he pulled you by the hips into his lap, the feel of his skin on yours better than any high thread count cotton you’d ever experienced.

You hummed as he returned his lips to your neck, his touch trailing down between your breasts and over your abdomen. Fuck that feels amazing. Letting your head fall back onto his shoulder, you reached one hand up behind him to tangle your fingers in his hair where it curled near the base of his skull. “You excited to get back to the desert, cowboy?” You’d heard about Logan’s escapades in the wild west, knew that he enjoyed blowing off steam by channeling his inner outlaw. It’s a nice visual, too. You scratched your nails down over his scalp, smiling as he let out a groan, just like you knew he would.

“Fuck, that feels…” Amazing? Yeah, Logan, I know. He released a throaty breath as his fingers flexed against your body to press you closer, your spine flush to his chest. “I always have fun when I go,” he said in answer to your question. “Know how to make my own fun no matter who I’m stuck with.” He’d been expressing his distaste for William since the man had proposed to Juliet and Logan realized that he could be stuck with him for a lot longer than a week’s vacation to a prairie full of robots. “But I wish I was gonna be stuck with you instead.” You sucked in a breath as he took your earlobe between his teeth.

Your heart had been racing since before the two of you had fallen onto the mattress, shedding clothing and claiming each new inch of skin with lips and hands as though it were the first and not the fiftieth time you’d done so. But the way he’d said that he’d rather be stuck with you, the way he was clutching you close, the way you could feel the rise of his breathing against the blade of your shoulder brought you to another level. Too much, it’s not… this isn’t… You took a steadying breath and leaned forward, separating yourself from him and turning to face him. “Oh, come on, Logan, you don’t want me around ruining your chances with…” you tapped your chin in mock thought. “What’s her name? The one you told me about at the Mariposa? Peach?” He cocked his head to the side and gave you an exasperated glare, his hands falling to the tops of your thighs. “No, wait, Clementine, that’s it,” you winked and his glare melted into a grin. “Knew it was a fruit.” You scrunched your nose and laughed as he surged forward and caught you in his arms again, lips covering yours as he tackled you back onto the bed, his heart racing just as hard as yours was as it knocked against your chest. You kissed him back, arms winding around his shoulders and one leg thrown around his waist.

You’d kissed Logan countless times in the past few months, but this one had been different. You felt him slow it down, pressing his body down on top of yours with intention as one hand cupped the side of your face and the other threaded through your hair, loose and spread out over the well-worked sheets. His tongue entered your mouth, yours blindly following his lead as you breathed together, your thoughts completely unraveling. When he finally broke apart he pulled away just enough so that you could see his eyes, a bright gleam in their nearly onyx depths. He shook his head and spoke your name, his voice taking on a low gravelly tone that set your blood on fire. “You really think I’d rather have one’a those dolls when I can have you?”

Your breathing was heavy and uneven from his kiss, small puffs of air leaving your lips to meet his. Have me? Does he… He doesn’t mean… You closed your eyes and willed your heart to stop hammering at your ribs. He just means like this, not...nothing more. Swallowing hard, you opened your eyes to see that he hadn’t taken his off of you, still looking at you with that disarming clarity. “You have me right now, Logan,” you barely got the words out, your voice dissolving as you spoke. You can always have me.

His eyes narrowed as he took a breath through his nose, his chest pressed to yours as his lungs expanded. “Yeah, I do.” He nodded, leaning in until his lips found yours again, this time leaving a quick kiss before trailing up your jaw to your ear. “And I’m gonna want you as soon as I get back, too.” You felt his biceps tightening as his arms wound around you.

That makes two of us. You let him crush your body beneath his own, your palms pressing into the warm skin of his back. “I’ll be right here,” you told him, lips close to his ear.

And you were.

The call woke you up at 2:28 am, jarring you from your dreams as you bolted upright and grabbed for your phone. What’s… oh… Your confusion turned to worry as you read the caller ID. The number was restricted, but the entry came up as Delos Destinations INC. Your hands shook as you fumbled to answer. The voice on the other end greeted you with your name in the form of a question.

“Yes,” you spoke the word into your phone, a slow sensation of dread spreading through your veins.

“We’re calling on behalf of Logan Delos.” You held your breath in the dark, head spinning. Why can’t he call on his own behalf? “There’s been an incident in the park and Mr. Delos required… medical extraction. He’s being closely monitored and I’m told his condition has been downgraded from critical to stable.” You gasped his name, a fear you’d never felt before filling your heart. “At this time ma’am we are only required to inform you of Mr. Delos’ status, you are not obligated to come out to the facility or-”

“I’m coming.” You tore the blankets from your legs and stood, cutting off the too-calm employee on the phone. Your entire being was vibrating with nerves and you could feel your pulse behind your eyes. There’s no way I’m leaving him alone. He’d made you his contact because he trusted you. He’d asked you to stay with him that last night before his trip, asked you to stay with him, in his bed, in his place, because he wanted you. “I’m coming, I’ll be there.” You got dressed as you listened for flight information, hands still shaking uncontrollably as you ended the call and headed for the door.

They continued to shake as you drove to the airport, dizzy from the rapid, shallow breaths you’d been taking between sobs. You’d been given a little more information on Logan’s condition, and while again you were told that he was stable, you felt no better. You stared at your fingers, laced together in your lap. They didn’t stop shaking at any point during the flight.

Your hands didn’t stop shaking until they clutched the railing at his bedside, knuckles white and threatening to poke through your skin from how tight your grip was. Oh my god. “Logan…” Tears ran silently down your cheeks as you lowered yourself into the chair that had been provided for you. Bandages covered various portions of his body, where the burn was most severe; his wrists and palms- according to the medical team, these areas were worsened by adding the chafing of thick, coarse rope- the tops of his shoulders, where the sun was the most unrelenting, even on his cheek, where you were told he’d been given a shallow slash wound. Any exposed skin on his arms, neck or face was a deep purplish red color, peeling in patches on his nose and lips, and even while he slept he looked like he was in agony. His legs and torso were covered by the thin sheet, but you could only imagine that it was more of the same. Jesus, Logan, how did this… you felt a hollow ache as he flinched and mumbled in his sleep. Without realizing that you’d moved, you looked down to see that you’d placed your hand on his chest, desperate to give him any amount of comfort that you could. “I’m here, Logan, it’s okay, it's…”

His eyes flew open, and for a few seconds he didn’t seem to see or hear you, his chest heaving as he gulped at the air, and you didn’t have to guess to know where he’d been in his dreams. Three days, they’d told you. He’d been out there for three days, naked, alone, dehydrated and without food, hands bound and left for dead. Three days of cooking in the scorching sun, two nights of frigid, silver moonlight. Host Malfunction, they’d said, telling you that Logan had joined some war narrative near the edges of the park, and one of the blood thirsty robots had taken things off script. It matched the story that William had told when he alerted park officials that Logan had gone missing. He’d turned up looking fairly rough himself, you were told, slightly dehydrated and sunburned. Your eyes roved over Logan’s weakened frame as he blinked and finally registered your presence. But not like this.

“Hey, it’s okay, Logan, it’s okay,” You kept your hand on his chest as you spoke softly to him, fighting to keep from sobbing at the hurt in his eyes. He looked down to where you were touching him, tears gathering in his own eyes as he brought one bandaged hand up to cover yours.

“You’re here.” The tips of his fingers were free over the top of the gauze wrapped around his palms, and they found their way between yours.

You nodded, leaning in to get closer to him without hurting him. “Of course I am, I…” I think I’m falling in love with you. “I care about you Logan…”

He’d broken down into tears then, both of his hands holding yours in place above his terrified heart.

The weeks and months that followed were dark ones, the torture that he’d endured replaying on a relentless loop in his mind day and night. He hadn’t wanted to talk much, and you didn’t press him on it, trying only to be there for him in whatever way he wanted or needed you to be. I’m gonna want you when I get back, he’d said, and it was true- he wanted you to distract him from his waking nightmares, wanted to bury himself in you so he could bury the memories. You have me, Logan, however you want me.

But it wasn’t enough of a distraction, and he soon found a much stronger way to dull the pain, which is how you ended up where you were now, sitting across from him in his apartment after he’d been released from the emergency room, still too weak to even snap the plastic band around his wrist. It was the second time you’d found him passed out with a needle in his hand and a strangled moan rattling in his throat, and the third time that you feared that you might lose him. You ached for him in ways you never thought possible when you first met, in ways that wouldn’t have made sense for the carefree fling you’d started. But there was one thing that was certain, and that was that you loved Logan Delos. You were even fairly certain that he loved you, too. You just couldn’t have had worse timing in realizing that.

After the second overdose he made the decision that he needed to check into a rehab program. Your heart flipped and your eyes welled with tears, ecstatic that he’d come to that conclusion on his own, that he valued his own life enough to try to save it. You told him that you’d be there for him however you could, no matter what he needed. He hadn’t been sleeping, hadn’t been eating, and knowing that he wanted to do something about it was enough to give you the hope that he could be happy again, whole again, even if it wasn’t with you. “I’ll be here for you, Logan, when you get back.”

He looked down then and shook his head. “I can’t…can’t ask you to do that” He didn’t try to hide the pained wince that creased his forehead, or the way his voice had snapped, becoming brittle and dry. You felt the bottom drop out of your chest as he turned his face back towards yours, his cheeks gone hollow and his eyes brimming with unshed tears. Oh, Logan… He shook his head again, unruly strands of hair falling over his eyes. It was longer than it had ever been, his beard, too, looked scruffy and unkempt. He looks like he did after the desert. All that was missing was the burn. Your breath caught in your throat as he continued. “What I’m doin’ isn’t… working. I can’t,” He tilted his head to the side, swallowing as a salty droplet fell from his eye. “Can’t do this to you again, and I…” He swore, the word wavering as it left his lips. Another few tears fell free as he blinked, his long lashes wet as he squeezed his eyes shut tight. The skin beneath them was sunken and dark, highlighting how pale he was, how fragile. That’s not you, Logan. “I won’t let you sit there, watching, waitin’ for me to…” His eyes opened again and they were as clear as they’d been in weeks, catching you off guard. “I don’t want you here just so I can lash out at you when things get hard and…”

That’s when you’d asked him if it would help, taking time apart. His answer was a strained yes, and you could tell how badly he wanted it to be anything but yes. Tears were streaming down your cheeks, but you nodded. “Whatever you need…if it will help.” Even if that isn’t me. Though it hurt like a dagger to the heart to hear him tell you that he needed you to leave, there was nothing you wouldn’t do to help him heal, and seeing him like this was a pain that you both knew you couldn’t endure much more of. You wrapped your arms around him one last time, holding him close as he kissed you, slow and meaningful like the night before his trip, full of all the things neither of you had ever said. I love you, too. “Take care of yourself, Logan, you deserve to be happy.” You left him with those words, whispered against his cheek.

.. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..

You deserve to be happy.

That’s what you’d told him, and he was determined to prove you right.

It’s like you’re programmed for fucking failure, Logan.

How many times had he heard that from his father? Enough that I started to believe it. But of the two lines that stuck with him, yours was stronger. His father believed that everything in life could be broken down to codes and algorithms, simulations and predetermined pathways. I’m writing my own code, Dad, fuck yours.

He read over the form one final time before clicking submit, the screen redirecting him to a new page thanking him for his application to Stanford School of Law. Like he’d tried to show William, there was a fundamental difference between the hyper realistic robots that populated the parks and a flesh and blood human. Choices, not codes, were what made a man, and Logan was making the choice to fight for himself.

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padfootagain · 1 year

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Comeback event !

Hello everyone! To celebrate my comeback on tumblr, we’re going to have a little event! I asked for your opinions, and you wanted me to do a prompt/AU event, so here we go!!

Carole, what is this all about?

The idea is simple: you can make a request for a character I write for (the list of characters is under the cut) by choosing a prompt in the lists that are (also) under the cut. You can add specific details if you have a more precise idea (but please, remember that I do not write nsfw content). In the coming weeks, I’ll write all your requests! I will accept a maximum of 10 requests, or as many requests as I will have received in the next 36 hours, depending on how many requests are submitted! The requests for this event will thus be open between today (March 22 2023) and tomorrow (March 23 2023).

How do we request a fic?

You can request a fic by sending me a message through my inbox. I will not accept requests sent through private messages because it is very difficult for me to keep track of them that way. You can, however, request a fic on or off anon. So if you’re a little shy, don’t hesitate to send me an anonymous ask!

You can include additional details if you have a specific idea and want to see it included in the fic ; however, I can reject a request if I don’t feel comfortable with the details you’ve added.

Your request must thus include :

A character from the list below

A prompt from the list below

The combinations for the prompts can be :

An AU only

A trope only

An AU + a trope

For example, you can request :

Caspian, modern AU

OR Caspian, Friends to lovers

OR Caspian, modern AU, Friends to lovers

If you have any questions regarding the event, don’t hesitate to ask me! Also, a little nice word in the request is always nice, don’t forget to at least say ‘hi’ :)

I hope you have fun with this event! I can’t wait to see the combinations you will choose!

Thank you all for your support! Have a lovely day! :)

Characters :

Ben Barnes

Caspian

Ryan Brenner

Logan Delos

Sam Adams (Ben Barnes’s character)

Sirius Black

Blackinnon

Remus Lupin

Jily

Poe Dameron

Cassian Andor

Jyn Erso

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Ahsoka Tano

Ineffable Husbands

AUs :

a) Modern AU

b) Florist/ tattoo artist AU

c) Soulmates AU

d) Neighbours AU

e) Roommates AU

f) Historical AU

g) Professor AU

h) Bookshop or library AU

i) Bodyguard AU

j) Coffeeshop AU

k) College AU

l) Artist AU

m) Royalty AU

n) Coworkers AU

o) Parents AU

Tropes :

Only one bed

Road trip

Caught in a snowstorm

Friends to lovers

Mutual pinning

Enemies to lovers

Idiots in love

Angry love confession

Established relationship

Drunken confession

Wounded character leads to confession

Rivals to lovers

Fake dating

Secret dating

Arranged marriage

Domestic bliss

Jealousy angst with a happy ending

Poorly-timed confession

Friends with benefits to lovers

Forbidden love

Highly romantic dance scene

Oh… oh no…

Wrong time to right time

"I'm not good enough for you."

Miscommunication

Heard the confession spoken when the other thought they were asleep

Arranged date

Almost kissing (to actually kissing?)

Kissing under the rain

"Please, don't leave…"

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White Wedding Pt 3

Logan Delos x Reader

A/N: Alpha/Omega/Soulmate AU, based on Billy Idol’s song of the same name. This does not follow canon, it’s mainly Logan lemon zest 🍋 because the world always needs more Logan.

Summary: James has agreed to retire, leaving Logan and Juliet in charge of Delos. But there is one major condition attached… will Logan find it to be a deal-breaker?

Warnings: 18+ NSFW due to sexual content, including oral, between consenting adults*. Drinking and swearing.

*Irl, please use protection, let’s be careful out there.

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(My Photo Edit)

Hey little sister, shotgun (oh yeah)

little sister, who's your superman

Hey little sister, shotgun

It's a nice day to start again

It's a nice day for a white wedding

It's a nice day to start again

Take me back home, yeah

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The New Wife

Your eyes cracked open, a millimetre, slowly, carefully. Your head hurt like a bitch. What had those psychos injected you with, for fuck’s sake? Elephant tranquilliser? You rolled one eyeball gently around in its socket, trying to take in where you were.

A bright, white room. You were in a … your arms spread out on either side of you without touching any edges or anyone… big ol’ bed. Alone, as far as you could tell. You were wearing the clothes you’d had on yesterday, all except for the shoes.

The little snapshots of memories came creeping back into your head. The fucked-up shit that CEO bitch had pulled on you. The drugging, then falling into the abyss. Nothing more.

And now this. Where were you? Didn’t that bitch say you were being sent to your new husband’s house? Your ears strained to hear sounds, anything at all. Then you heard it, faint but unmistakable. The ocean. Despite the unknown and unsettling situation you were in, your heart soared. You loved the ocean! And this new husband dude of yours lived close by it, huh? Well you supposed that would help a little while you figured out how to get out of this totally unacceptable situation.

You stiffened as you heard a door open, and closed your eyes immediately.

“Ohhh…” you heard a woman’s voice, which was a surprise to you, “….she’s gorgeous, Lo.” A manly sigh, “I know, sis.” Ah, okay well… husband dude has a sister, surely that would be helpful when you told them what had really happened at LPV. “Her eyes are this incredible colour, I’ve never seen anything like it before.” There was a dreamy tone to his voice.

Wait, when had this guy seen your eyes? Leaving aside the uncomfortable fact that he’d put his tongue inside your pussy… a white hot hit of sheer embarrassment ran through you at the memory of it… you’d been covered by that sheet. And you’d have been spark out when you were brought here. So when had he seen you where he could tell what your eye colour was? More cheap tricks by the CEO from hell, obviously.

“I don’t know what to do, Jules,” you heard him say, “I wanna fuck her so badly but firstly, whatever they gave her still has her stone cold out of it, and secondly… well, I wanna talk to her first.”

You heard his sister give a short laugh, “Well they say there’s a first time for everything, Lo.” You stiffened again when you heard that - what, this guy fucked women without talking to them first? What kind of a douchebag was he?

“That related to the hosts rather than actual women, Jules,” he replied, gentle reproach in his tone, “she’s not a host.” “I’m glad you actually realise that,” she replied, “and Logan? You do not go at her like a bulldozer, you hear me? She’s a virgin, apart from anything else.”

An intake of breath from husband dude, “I know, I know! I’m so fucking excited about that. I’ll be her first. I can’t fucking believe it. I mean… look at her… she’s just a complete wet dream.”

You heard the door close and no more voices. So, they knew you’d never slept with a man before, no doubt courtesy of CEO Bitch… you were so glad all your secrets were out there! And … what were these hosts he was talking about?

You didn’t like the sound of that at all.

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The New Wife

You’d fallen back asleep, a natural sleep this time.

Suddenly you were wide awake again. Not sure how long you’d slept for, but one thing you knew for sure was that your dress was being gently pulled up. Fingers between your legs, the scratch of stubble on your skin, that tongue… delving right inside you. The same exciting combination of licking and sucking began, just like when you’d been sampled by him. What was happening? Was this someone else being allowed to do the same? Were you still at LPV in some kind of drug-induced nightmare? No, you were sure it must be your new husband. You felt you’d know that talented tongue anywhere.

But one thing you knew for sure, you were soaking. With a superhuman effort, you managed to keep quiet as it continued for what like seemed forever. His tongue was lapping up your juices from your skin then his fingers spread your legs even wider, his tongue went deep, deeper than before, then he was sucking your clit again and you felt a pressure building in your stomach. Suddenly a huge wave of pleasure you hadn’t ever experienced before washed over you, rolling and rolling and rolling, like a stormy ocean.

If you hadn’t already had your eyes tight shut, you would’ve had to close them.

Then he was gone, your dress sliding down over your legs, a hand smoothed your hair, lips kissed your temple.

His deep voice. Yes, his voice. “Sweet dreams, wife of mine.”

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Logan

The guilt was eating at him now. He lay on the bed in one of the guest rooms, staring at the ceiling. Once Juliet had left, he’d gone back into the master bedroom, hoping that she’d have woken up.

No… still spark out. He gazed down at her, god he needed to taste her again, needed to.

Before he knew what he was doing, his hand pulled back the bedsheets, slid her dress up until it sat above her thighs. It was like he was on autopilot. He parted her legs, his head was between them and his tongue plunged into that sweet, sweet honeypot. He licked and sucked at her, a little frenzied, working her for longer than he probably should have. But she tasted divine and he couldn’t get enough. She was so wet for him, drugged-up or not. He felt her climax and he stood up from her, the guilt already seeping into his veins.

He drew her dress back down over her legs, covered her with the bedsheets, stroked her hair, kissed her forehead.

And now he was mentally berating himself for tasting her while she’d been in a doped-up sleep. That was … low, wasn’t it? Even if she was his wife. He couldn’t even contain himself until she was awake.

He heaved himself off the bed and walked through to the master bedroom, looking in at her. She was still sleeping. He wanted her so much.

Maybe he could just have one more tiny taste….

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The New Wife

When you awoke the next time, bright sunlight was streaming in. It was possibly mid-morning.

Thinking about the nocturnal visit husband dude had paid to you, your cheeks flushed deep pink. My god, if that was what his tongue could do… you smiled to yourself, thinking about what else he was capable of. And did you imagine another, shorter visit to you later on or was that just wishful thinking?

Shaking off your thoughts, you leaned up on your elbows and took a proper look around you.

A spacious modern room, with floor-to-ceiling windows and white gauzy curtains, billowing slightly in the sea breeze. Not a lot of furniture, minimalist vibe. You were alone, and still clothed in what you supposed you should call your wedding dress.

Your breathing seized for a second, before you inhaled a big breath. You were screwed, truly you were. In every way. You thought that your brain must’ve been working overtime while you slept, and now you knew and begrudgingly accepted that while LPV had fraudulently trapped you into marriage, you’d never be able to prove it. Maybe you could just run away? Ummm.. nope. The whole plan of being at LPV was to avoid those low-life Omega kidnappers. How would you avoid them on your own, where could you go to ensure that? To another version of LPV somewhere else in the state, only to have them pull a similar stunt?

From the outside, this guy - high sex drive aside - seemed OK, there was another female around which was a big plus and he had what seemed to be a lovely house near the beach. You accepted that you probably just had to make the best of a bad situation.

You got up, stretching out your cramped muscles before walking over to the window and looking out at your new neighbourhood. Oh, okay… a house right on the beach, then. Not just close by. And you spotted a familiar headland… this was Malibu. Wow. Okay, so maybe he wasn’t hurting for money either. You vaguely recalled that CEO Bitch had told you that you now had a handsome, rich husband.

The door opened and you swung round, startled. A tall good-looking guy with dark hair came into the room, carrying a tray filled with plates, coffee pot, carafe of juice, cups and glasses on it. He looked as startled as you did when he saw you standing by the window, and his eyes - as dark as his hair - stared into yours, holding your gaze before he dropped his quickly down and back up your body. You took in his light tache and beard, which also spilled downwards and became a neck beard. That’s incredibly sexy looking, your brain said, unbidden and your face pinked up immediately. Correction - HE is just incredibly sexy looking, your brain then supplied, helpfully.

Shut up! you silently yelled back at it. That is not helpful in the slightest.

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Logan

Logan had nearly dropped the tray of food and drink. He hadn’t expected to see her up and about, she’d slept for almost twenty-four hours so whatever they’d given her must’ve been super strength. He felt irritated by that… it could’ve been too much for her. They could’ve harmed her. And then he would’ve had to harm them.

Woah! he thought, where did that come from? He shook his head and met her gaze, those otherworldly eyes of hers staring into his. She was just breathtaking, even in the defensive stance she was adopting with arms firmly crossed over her stomach. He could just sit and look at her for years. He cleared his throat.

“Hi,” he said her name, “I’m Logan. Your husband.” She continued to stare at him, face expressionless. He continued, lamely, “You’re my wife. We’re married.”

He saw a ghost of a smile flit across her lips, “Yes, so I found out. Ten minutes after it had happened.”

He cleared his throat again uneasily, putting the tray down on the bed and gesturing to it, “Come sit and eat. You’ve had nothing for I don’t know how long.” She remained by the window but her eyes went to the filled paninis and coffee and juice he’d brought through. “I do feel light-headed, a combination of no food and whatever drug they gave me, I guess.”

Before she could move, the door opened and a dark-haired woman came into the bedroom, looking over at her first and then to Logan. He turned to his sister. “This is my new wife,” saying her name again, before turning back to his wife and saying, “This is Juliet, my sister.” The two women smiled at each other, with his wife saying lightly to Logan, “You’re lucky you weren’t called Romeo.”

He laughed, “I think Mom toyed with the idea but as me and Jules are siblings, she thought it might be a bit too weird.” He got a genuine smile in return, which made his heart beat faster.

She walked over to the bed and perched on the edge of it, next to the tray, with Logan on the other side of it.

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Juliet

Juliet remained standing, leaning against the doorframe of the walk-in wardrobe to give them some space.

While Logan and his new wife ate together for the first time, she watched them for a few moments. She smiled inwardly, it was both touching and amusing to see Logan on his very best behaviour, slicing a panini in two for her and pouring her coffee, juice and bringing her a bottle of water in addition from the kitchen. She thought for another minute or two before saying, “Do you mind if I ask you a few gentle questions?” and using her name. The new wife shook her head and gestured with the hand which wasn’t holding her panini, “Ask away.” “You’re a Platinum Omega, is that correct?”

She saw a small fleeting grimace on the other woman’s face, “Yes, I am… for my sins.” Juliet nodded, “Very rare creature, so I’m told.” The new wife laughed, but it had a bitter edge to it, “Yes, it put a big target on my back. It’s why I ended up in LPV.” Juliet remained silent, encouraging the other woman to continue, which she did once she’d swallowed the mouthful of panini she’d been chewing. “I have no family left in the US, but I’ve got some European relatives who didn’t want anything to do with me. A couple of years ago when the Omega kidnappings really started ramping up, I sold my condo and along with an inheritance from my grandmother, I signed up to stay in LPV instead of being out in the mainstream.”

Juliet nodded, “I can totally imagine why you’d make that decision.” She hesitated, then decided to dive right in, “Logan said you argued with the LPV CEO about the marriage clause in your original contract.” The new wife’s lip curled in disgust and her face flushed, “That bitch! She screwed me over. When I signed that contract, only the scenting and sampling thing was in there… which I wasn’t happy about either, let me tell you. But they made it plain that unless I signed it, they wouldn’t accept me into LPV. And they drugged me for the sampling thing,” she stated, her eyes sliding to Logan and her face flushing even more. She kept looking at him as she went on, “And I know you sampled me again last night, maybe even twice. But at least I wasn’t drugged then.”

Logan choked on his panini, and scrambled to grab his glass of juice. Juliet kept her face neutral, but was thinking, “Oh, shit!” She didn’t know exactly what sampling entailed but she could guess it wasn’t just a chaste kiss. But it was really amusing to see Logan looking like a deer caught in the headlights.

The new wife continued, “I was made to shower and put these on…” she gestured to herself with her free hand, “and when I got into her office, she… very oddly… made me look at her new antique mirror,” she eye-rolled and Logan butted in, “Two-way mirror… so I could see you for the first time.” “Ah - ok, now I understand,” she nodded. “Well, then she asked me to check in, with two fingerprints as we were in her private office. We checked in wherever we went so I suspected nothing. She then dropped it on me that I was now married, that they’d done me a huge favour and that I’d be going to my new husband’s home within 15 minutes. They’d already packed up all my stuff. I know I didn’t sign that clause and I told her I hadn’t, that she’d hidden that section from me. She said that I definitely did sign it and I just hadn’t read it properly. They also drugged me again and that’s pretty much when I passed out. Then I woke up here.” She looked between Logan and Juliet, “I heard you two talking, but I was feeling groggy and pretended I was still asleep. I know that you know I’m a virgin, and I know that you…” she pointed at Logan, “…want to fuck me really badly.”

Juliet didn’t think she’d ever seen Logan blush so heatedly. His face was scarlet, even more so than when she’d mentioned the sampling.

Stifling a laugh, she said to the new wife, “You’re right… he totally does. He’ll get over the major embarrassment of being overheard very clearly and directly stating his intentions towards you. He likes to pretend he woos the ladies before fucking them.” Logan shot a very angry look at her but she ignored him.

She continued, “Look,” using her name, “I’ll give you a potted history of the Delos family. We own Delos Inc and Delos Destinations. Have you ever heard of Westworld?” The new wife shook her head, so Juliet carried on, “It’s one of several themed parks we own, they’re very popular and we are a bunch of rich, entitled fuckers.” The new wife burst out laughing, and took a hasty swig of her water. “Our mother passed away which left us in the care of our less-than-paternal father. Logan rebelled during his teen years and just never stopped. He’s done it all… drinks, drugs, women, men… whatever he could do to piss off dear old Dad… but also to get his attention. Cos Dad has always pretty much written Logan off, and that’s a mistake. Underneath all the BS, he’s a very astute, smart businessman.”

Logan was staring at her, a vulnerable, soft expression on his face… in fact his eyes looked glossy. “My sis is just as underestimated by him too,” he said quietly, “…she’s a total systems magician.” Juliet smiled at him, before turning back to the new wife, “So… a lot of shit went down which maybe Lo will tell you about some day. I offloaded a douche of a husband, Logan hit rock bottom and went into rehab and now he’s been clean for… six months, Logan?” He nodded. “No drugs, absolute minimum alcohol intake… and absolutely no sex whatsoever.”

Juliet was shocked, even she hadn’t known that - Logan had still appeared as usual on all the gossip sites with various women and men on his arm throughout that whole period. Well, she’d get the reason out of him at some stage.

He looked at his new wife, giving her a small smile, “You see before you a reformed bad boy.” She looked at him solemnly for a moment, then gave him a dazzling smile. Juliet could see Logan’s cheeks pinking up. Woah… was her reprobate of a brother actually about to be tamed by a woman? By just one woman?! Hmmmm… she’d believe it when it actually happened. But she hoped that he was going to take this marriage seriously and not fuck it up, because she really wanted her dad to have to admit that Logan wasn’t just a huge waste of space.

Juliet turned again to the new wife, “And just to round off our story, our Dad recently insisted that Logan get married before our father retires and hands over the running of the businesses to me and Lo.” She watched the girl taking in this influx of information and she didn’t seem particularly scared or repulsed.

She continued, “Now, it sounds to me like LPV really screwed you over. That was a low trick they played on you. They’ve probably been metaphorically rubbing their hands together since the minute you walked through their door, knowing what a valuable asset you are. I am guessing that there have been plenty of enquiries about you over the past two years, but they’ve played the long game and rebuffed all of them so far, until filthy rich Logan Delos walked into their lair. And I am personally feeling very guilty about all of this, because I went to college with one of their Betas and got Logan bumped to the front of their waiting list. But I had absolutely no idea they played these type of games, as my Beta friend is always banging on about what a good and great setup it is. However, I believe they already had that full clause in your contract and signed off from the get-go and hid the marriage section from you, exactly as you accused them of doing. They knew they’d be able to make a lot of money out of you some day.”

The new wife was drinking all of this in, looking angry, pensive and then angry again.

Juliet sighed, “Look, honey… I know you’re not happy about all of this. But you are not going to be able to get out of that marriage clause or the marriage with Logan either. They totally manipulated you, but to all intents and purposes you have no proof that they did. If you go the cops, or even the Omega Foundation, they are going to be shown those signed legal documents and possibly some CCTV of you signing the original contract, and digitally signing the marriage certificate… and they will tell you not to let the door hit your butt on your way out.”

She saw the other woman’s bottom lip tremble, and she replied in a small defeated voice, “I’d kind of come to that conclusion myself.”

Juliet decided it was time to put some positive things on the table.

“Now, I’m sure you’ve been going over alternative options in your head. Sorry to say, I don’t think you’ve got very many… two, I’d say? Number one…. run away and take your chances in the mainstream or in another facility like LPV. Very sadly, I don’t rate your survival chances in the mainstream as very high and what’s to say another facility won’t take advantage of you again, just like LPV did? Number Two… stay here with Logan, be his wife, help him to stay on the straight and narrow. I mean, he’s not that ugly..” there was a loud snort from Logan here, “he’s got an OK body,” another snort, “he’s rich as fuck and more importantly, he will look after you and keep you safe. And even though you may not be soulmates, he would still claim you.”

She looked at Logan, willing him to reply in the affirmative and back her up on her reasoning, but he was just sitting there, staring at his new wife like she was some type of mythical creature. “Logan!” Juliet snapped at him, and he swung his head towards her, “Huh? What?” “I said,” she said, very deliberately, “that even if you are not soulmates, you’d still claim her to keep her safe.”

“Oh yeah! Yeah, I would,” he replied, nodding his head up and down so quickly that Juliet burst out laughing. “Chill, big bro,” she said.

The new wife bit her bottom lip as she listened to and considered what Juliet had just said.

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The New Wife

You had listened carefully to what Juliet had to say, and you knew what she said made sense. After all, it was only what you’d been telling yourself.

You inhaled a deep breath before immediately exhaling it, and looked at the two siblings as they watched you expectantly, waiting to hear what your decision was.

“Thank you, Juliet, for summarising everything so well. It’s just what I’ve been telling myself in my head. And thank you, Logan, for offering to claim me.”

You paused, to make sure you phrased this correctly, “I am so, so grateful that you both do want me to stay within this arrangement. I have to say I’m not happy about LPV’s actions, but for my personal safety.., you’re right, there is no other valid choice for me. And Logan, I realise it’s just an arranged marriage to you so that you can inherit what you rightly deserve.” Logan opened his mouth to say something but Juliet hissed, “Shut up, Lo.”

You continued, “So yes, I will stay, Logan, if that’s okay with you. I won’t run away… which I confess was my first instinct when I woke up this morning.”

Logan reached over and took your hand, “That’s more than okay with me.”

Juliet came over and gave you a quick hug, “Welcome to the Delos family!”

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Juliet

Logan looked… ecstatic… that was the word, when she said that.

He’s going to have to sit her down and clear up a few things with her, though.

Fuck, I really hope this works out for him.

And for her too, of course.

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Logan

She… she said she’s going to stay with me.

He felt his heartbeat hammering in his chest, and tried to inhale a few deep breaths to calm it down. Now.. well now he had to get his head back on straight and make sure she understood his complicated past and his intentions in this marriage.

And he’d have to keep his dick under control so that he didn’t maul her at the very first opportunity.

I guess the old man will be happy after all, because I am going to make this work he thought, I totally am.

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The New Wife

Juliet hugged you again just before she left, giving you her cell number - for when you actually had one again, you didn’t get to have them in LPV - in case you needed her for anything. “You and I are going to be good friends,” she firmly pronounced, “call me anytime, I mean it… about anything.”

You’d discovered she had a four-year-old daughter with her now ex-husband. “Urrrgghh….” she’d eyerolled, “that’s a two bottle of wine story for another time.”

Logan had given you the guided tour of his beautiful home, and you had trouble taking in the fact that it was now where you lived. He’d been so sweet about it, too… saying repeatedly that it was “our home” and “our place” and you could make whatever changes you wanted to.

You’d shyly asked if you’d be sleeping with him in the master bedroom, and he’d laughed, “You most certainly will be, angel.” That had brought back the buried memory of what he’d said when he first sampled you, he’d called you angel even then.

Deciding to be bold, when the two of you were sitting on loungers on one of the decks after your house tour, you cleared your throat and said to him, “Logan… I may be a virgin, but at LPV they put me on a Sexual Knowledge course.”

Logan swung his head round to you, eyes dark and looking fiery, “And what does that consist of, exactly?” You swallowed nervously, “Videos, mainly. Porn I guess you’d call it. All the different positions, blow jobs, ummm… men eating pussy, stuff like that.” Logan seemed to relax back into his lounger. He met your gaze again suddenly as he said, “Look, I’m sorry for… tasting… you again during the night. While you slept, or while I thought you were asleep. I shouldn’t have done that - but even so, yes, I did go back for seconds.” You smiled at him, “So I didn’t imagine that, then. It’s absolutely fine, Logan - you’re my husband, and that means you’re entitled to taste me whenever you want.” His eyes widened when he heard your words and he continued to gaze intently at you, asking, “They told me you hadn’t even been scented or sampled until I came along. Is that true?” You nodded, “Yes. No one’s ever touched me except you, Logan. And when you tasted me last night, I believe I had my first orgasm.”

He suddenly shot up off his lounger, saying in a strangled voice, “I’ll just go get us some cold drinks!” and immediately rushed off into the house. You lay back and relaxed, looking up at the rapidly darkening sky and all the stars. Starting to doze off, you reflected that despite its rocky start, your marriage and new life seemed destined to become a dream come true.

Logan returned quite a while later with the cold drinks, mocktails served with ice in tall tumblers. He gently shook your shoulder and you awoke from your little nap. Once he’d sat back down, he sipped his drink for a little while before saying, “You know, it’s all very well LPV making you watch porn to learn about sex, but the only way you’ll properly learn is by doing it. But I’m not about to go all caveman on you, despite how much I might want to.”

Taking a deep breath, you said, “ Look… Logan. You’ve plucked me from what I thought was a safe place but in fact it wasn’t, and I’m truly grateful to you for that. I’m your wife and I agreed to obey you in all things. So if you want to fuck me, you don’t have to hold back, please just do it.”

You heard him drawing in a shaky breath, then he sort of growled, “You shouldn’t say things to me like that, angel. I’m really trying to be a good boy for you. I don’t want to put you off sex by mauling you.” He turned his head towards you, “When is your next heat?” “I take inhibitors,” you told him, “they told me I’m highly sexed so I to take them every day instead of just for two days at the end of each cycle. Whenever you want me to go into heat, just let me know and I’ll stop taking the inhibitors.” You looked down into your drink, “CEO Bitch - and that fucking clause - said I must procreate whenever you want to so again, it’s up to you. When is your rut?… only so that I can make sure I’m ready to get you through it. I’ve heard it can be rough if you don’t have a partner.”

Now it was his turn to look down into his drink. “About that,” he said quietly, “What with all my substance abuse, rehab and other shit I’ll bore you with some other time, my ruts haven’t happened for a long, long time. I still got aroused… I take it CEO Bitch told you I’m a Dark Alpha?” You smiled at his use of your nickname for her, “Yes, but to be honest I don’t know what that is.” He nodded, “Well, it’s kinda like the Alpha equivalent of you, angel. A Platinum Omega… I’m the Alpha version. And part of that is we like sex when we like it, not just at rut and heat. Another reason we’re such a good match.”

He cleared his throat, “But apart from making my ruts disappear, my overindulgences also broke my dick. I hadn’t been hard for over six months, angel. Unheard of for me… the mighty fucker that is Logan Delos. I was beginning to panic, I’ll be honest with you. But when I scented and sampled and saw you, I got hard as a rock.”

He smiled over at you as your cheeks pinked up, saying, “I think I’ve got a new addiction, angel.”

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