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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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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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fific7 · 2 years

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White Wedding Pt 5

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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There is nothin' fair in this world, baby

There is nothin' safe in this world

And there's nothin' sure in this world

And there's nothin' pure in this world

Look for something left in this world

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Juliet

Juliet rapped on Logan’s door until her knuckles were sore. There was no immediate answer and she knocked again, and again, until finally her brother swung the door open, looking surprised and concerned. She noticed he was wearing only sweatpants and his usually immaculate hair was sticking up in all directions. She also noticed several light scratch marks on his pecs and smirked to herself.

She brushed past him into his living area, demanding, “Wine. Now… please.”

He moved towards his fridge, returning a few moments later with two glasses of sparkling rosé and as he handed her a glass, she nodded towards the bedroom, smiling. “I take it things are going well in that area?”

His eyes took on a glazed, dreamy look, “Uhhh… yeah, you could say that. We’ve spent the last two days in bed. Only got up to eat.” “Food, I take it,” laughed Juliet. He nodded, “Funny, sis. Yeah, to eat food.”

His new wife appeared at that point, wearing a silky little robe. She smiled, “Hi Juliet!” as Logan jumped up to get her a glass of wine too. The two women hugged, and Juliet felt very glad that this woman was in Logan’s life, she had a good feeling about her. Especially when Juliet’s attention was going to be on other things than her recovering addict brother very soon.

James had been immensely surprised when Logan had invited him to his house and introduced him to his new wife. He’d showed him the marriage certificate, and the new wife had not turned a hair when James asked her if Logan had paid her to marry him. “No, he didn’t!” she snapped, “And don’t you ever fucking say that again.” James had looked surprised, then laughed, turning to Logan asking if he was sure she was an Omega and not an Alpha. Logan had proudly announced that yes, she was an Omega and not only that, she was a Platinum Omega. James had been suitably impressed. And he’d immediately retired and as promised, handed over control of Delos Inc to Logan and Juliet.

And now, she guessed this was the reason her cockroach of a husband had decided to file for full custody of their daughter. As this horrible thought crossed her mind, she burst into tears.

Logan and his new wife had crowded round her, hugging her and asking what the matter was.

So she told them.

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Logan

He couldn’t believe that little scrote. What a stunt to pull, and the timing was obviously no coincidence. He was hoping to get his hands on some money. Or shares. Or both. In addition to trying to take Em away from Jules.

“It’s never gonna happen, Jules. Don’t you worry about that! I’m gonna get our lawyers to hire a P.I. to dig up some shit … or some more shit, I should say… so that he’ll never, ever get his hands on Em. Or any money, or any shares. Cos we all know that’s what he’s really after.” He was pacing in front of one of the long floor-to-ceiling windows, and he started muttering, “He’s probably still trying to prove to everyone that Dolores is real, the stupid fucker.”

His new wife looked puzzled, “Dolores? Who’s that?”

So Logan sat down next to her and told her the whole sorry story of him and William in Westworld. And about hosts, and narratives, the Mesa, Sweetwater, Pariah, being abandoned in the badlands… the whole nine yards. She looked overwhelmed by the end of it, and he hoped it didn’t put her off him. It was what had caused his final, inglorious spiral down the rabbit hole, after all. “Oh. You had sex with these hosts?” she asked, and he smiled at the fact that her mind went immediately to the sexual aspect of the story. “Yes, angel. That’s what they’re there for. And also so you can kill them. They’re robots, you program them. You bring them back online if they get killed. They’re like a fancy kind of sex doll, male or female.”

“Oh okay, right… so they’re just robots?” she said, sounding relieved. He nodded, “Except William is convinced that Dolores is real. She’s not, but even she was beginning to think so cos she listened to him babbling on about it so much.” He watched as realisation dawned, and she looked over at Jules with sympathy, “Oh… she’s the one…” Jules sighed and nodded, “Yeah, that was the final straw for me. I divorced the little shit.”

Logan picked up his phone and called Delos’ lawyers, wandering out onto one of the decks to continue the call. The new wife reached over and took Juliet’s hands, “He won’t let that horrible guy win, you know.” Juliet nodded, “He hates William, with a constant and implacable intensity. William left him out in the park to die, and then… then to make things worse, Dad and I didn’t believe him. William gaslit us, telling us that Logan had just got fucked up on dope and imagined everything. And to be honest… Lo was in such a mess by that point that what William said made sense. So I went ahead and married him. I was already pregnant with Emily although no one knew that at the time. I must’ve been fucking mad.”

The new wife shook her head, “Your ex was just clever and manipulative, and poor Logan played right into his hands. What he told you at the time made sense given the state Logan was in.”

Juliet inhaled and it became a small sob, “Even so, I betrayed him. I didn’t believe him. I believed that little shit over my brother. I’ll never forgive myself for that.” The new wife smiled at her, “I don’t think Logan would want you to feel like that. He loves you. So work on not blaming yourself any more, and get your head on straight so you fight this tooth and nail.”

Grabbing her, Juliet hugged her with all her might. “I’m glad you’re with Logan. You’ll be so good for him… hell, you already have been. He’s got that spring back in his step, and not just because the two of you are fucking each other senseless!” The two women laughed, and Juliet continued, “He’s really fallen for you… can’t you see how he worships the ground you walk on?” The new wife laughed again, “Oh.. I thought it was just my pussy he worshipped.”

Juliet smiled, shaking her head and holding up her hand, “Okay, let’s stop this conversation right here!”

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The New Wife

You swirled the pink wine around your glass, looking down into it and watching as the colours of the liquid changed in the evening light. What a horrible situation for Juliet to be in. Whilst you hadn’t yet met Emily, from the stories Juliet and her brother had told you about her, she sounded like a bright, sunny, happy little girl, which would no doubt change if William got full custody.

Logan strolled back out after seeing off his sister, and sat down across from you, picking up his own wine glass and sipping from it.

“Logan, how can he be allowed to do this? Surely no one in their right minds would assign him full custody?” He sighed, taking another sip, “Well, you already know that William’s a manipulative little bastard, so no doubt he’s come up with some things about Jules that he thinks he can use to make her look bad.”

“Like what exactly?” you challenged him. You saw his smile at your obvious defence of his sister, “Like… she got stopped for speeding a couple of months ago. Like… she was seeing a guy a while back and it ended badly. He said some shitty things about her, so I’m sure William will have him on board. Like… Jules had an argument with some stuffy bitch of a teacher at Em’s kindergarten last year about their procedures and they asked her to remove Em.” He sighed heavily, “All small beer, really… but I’m sure William will build them up into a really big deal.”

“But we’re going to hit back, though, aren’t we? You said your lawyers’ P.I. will dig up some shit on him?” Again, you noted his smile at the use of ‘we’. Well, you thought, I am part of this family now, aren’t I? “Oh yeah, I’m really looking forward to seeing what that douchebag’s been up to recently. We’ll have more than enough to bury him, I’m sure.”

You felt sad, and was sure your expression mirrored this, “It’s so horrible that it comes down to each side mud-slinging and seeing whose mud sticks best.” He put his hand over yours, “That’s very perceptive, angel. That’s exactly what it boils down to.” He looked at you intently, “It also comes down to who has the best lawyers and who has more money. And William doesn’t have two red cents to rub together so he’s probably got someone to take him on pro bono.”

Standing up, you pointed at his glass, “Top up?” He shook his head, “I need to watch my alcohol intake.” Your hand flew up to your mouth, “Oh Logan! I’m sorry… I keep forgetting you’re in recovery. Mainly because you seem so put-together.” He laughed, “If my father could hear you describing me as “put-together”… he’d piss himself laughing.” You put down your glass, manoeuvring yourself onto his lap and putting your arms around his neck, kissing him full on the mouth. “Logan, your father needs his head read.”

His head went back and he barked out a laugh. “You’re so funny,” he gasped, “…and I absolutely love that description of him.” “It’s true!” you protested, “You have done so well, Logan! You’ve pulled yourself back up from rock bottom and got yourself clean and healthy. You should be so proud of yourself… I know Juliet’s proud of you, and.. and so am I. I might’ve only known you for a few days, but I can see the effort you’ve put into sorting yourself out.” You gazed into his eyes, kissing him again, “I am so proud of you, Logan Delos.”

You were surprised to see his eyes becoming glossy with unshed tears, and he whispered, “Thank you, angel.” He swallowed, “It was a struggle, I’ll be honest. I wanted to give up so many times in rehab, and just slip back into my mess of a life. But I decided I wanted to live rather than die of an overdose so I kept on going.” You whispered back, “I’m so glad you did, otherwise I wouldn’t have my handsome, sexy husband with me in bed every night.” Now his eyes sparked with desire, “Is it bedtime yet, angel?” You laughed, “When did you ever worry about whether it’s bedtime or not?” He smirked, “How very true.”

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Juliet

Leaving the lawyers’ offices, Juliet tried to stop her blood from boiling. She knew that she and Logan had already discussed what William was going to use as ammunition in his attempt to gain full custody of their daughter, but it was different when you saw it in black & white on a court document.

His lawyers had filed their pre-hearing declaration and it was all there, every parking ticket, every speeding ticket, every disagreement she’d ever had with anyone in the known world, the poor choice of boyfriend she’d made earlier that year. He’d made her sound like an unhinged major criminal.

Heading for one of her favourite bars, she took out her phone and group-texted Logan and his new wife.

Juliet: Wine and moral support needed please.

Logan: On our way, where are you?

Juliet: The Palms Lounge.

TNW: Hang on in there, be there soon! xx

She smiled at the ‘xx’. That girl was becoming irreplaceable within their small family unit. Logan better not fuck up this marriage, she’d miss her so much if she left. But Juliet was feeling optimistic about it; she was even beginning to think that her leopard of a brother had actually changed his spots.

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Logan

Feeling excited about their first outing into the mainstream together, even if it was to rescue Jules from the pits of despair, Logan turned the SUV into The Palms Lounge valet space, getting out and tossing the keys to the guy behind the small desk. He made his way round to the passenger side and opened the door, holding out his hand so that his new wife would take it and step out. She was wearing a simple dark blue shift dress and strappy sandals, her long hair pulled back into a high ponytail which he watched swinging hypnotically between her shoulder blades as she walked.

Even dressed so simply, she turned heads. Logan could feel his lip curling into a snarl as he saw all of the males in the area taking instant note of his wife. He was pleased that the cut of her dress allowed for a small section of her claim mark to show. Horny bastards, he thought, if one of them even tried to touch her…! Rationally, he knew that the claim mark would ultimately keep them at bay. It was a hormonal thing as well as a visual one, but it didn’t stop them looking. And he didn’t like that, one bit. When had he ever been this possessive over a woman? Like, never. Well, he’d take it because his ultimate aim was to keep her with him, and keep her safe.

He saw Juliet at a table near the fountain in the courtyard, and his heart went out to her when he saw how defeated she appeared. I mean this wasn’t even Round One legally speaking, so he knew he’d have to get her in a better frame of mind, and pretty damn quick.

They walked over and joined her, and he poured out some wine for him and his new wife. Soon, his irreverent sense of humour had both ladies laughing out loud, and he congratulated himself that his work here was done.

However, that thought was interrupted by a shrill voice in his ear and an arm snaking round his neck.

“Why, Logan Delos! I’ve been looking all over town for you… so this is where you’ve been hiding out!”

His heart sank. Oh shit, not her, he thought.

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The New Wife

You looked at the plastic blonde with fake everything who was currently draped over your husband.

To say you were less than impressed would’ve been falling short of the mark. However you noticed the grimace which appeared on Logan’s face and he immediately levered her arm off his neck. Juliet was scowling at her.

“Stacy,” said Logan, “fancy seeing you here. No, I haven’t been hiding out, in fact I’ve been celebrating my marriage.” He levelled one of his elegant hands towards you, “This is my wife,” and said your name.

The Plastic Blonde drew back, appearing to be in shock, and looked you up and down for a very long moment before giving you a fake (of course) smile, “Well, hello there, little wifey. I must say I’d never have pegged Logan as the marrying kind.” She turned back to Logan, attempting a tinkling laugh, “Oh, ha ha ha, listen to me… pegged! Those were the days, eh Logan?!”

You saw a look of irritation flit over his face, and he said calmly, “No, they were not. And my wife knows all about my past excesses, all of them, and I’m an extremely lucky guy as she still wanted to marry me despite that. So just don’t bother trying to shit stir. And don’t bother trying to hang around me again, cos just know that I’ll call the cops on you. Bye-bye now.” And he waved her off as if she was an annoying mosquito.

He sipped from his wine glass and turned away from her towards Juliet and you, picking up the conversation where it had been interrupted. You watched the Plastic Blonde’s face turn scarlet as her mouth dropped open, then she stalked off further into the restaurant.

“Ugghhh!” said Juliet, scowling at Logan, “Of all your ex skanks to run into…” You saw him heave a deep sigh, “I know, Jules, I know.” You wanted to know more. “So, what’s the story with her, then?” Logan opened his mouth to reply but Juliet butted in, “Logan hooked up with her.. maybe two years ago?… and then made the mistake of taking her to a gala event as his plus one. Not sure how she managed to persuade him as Logan was a total one-and-done in those days, but maybe… pester power?” Logan sighed again, “Yeah, she basically stalked me and said it’d be good publicity for us both. She’s a z-list actress and she was looking to heighten her public presence. I gave in to shut her up, to be honest.”

“Which was a big mistake, of course,” Juliet confided to you, “because then in her mind, she was Logan’s girlfriend and she started turning up everywhere - at his house, our offices, even our father’s place once although she didn’t make it past security that time. Eventually Logan went to Asia to one of our parks over there and hid out for a few weeks. It seemed to work as she’d disappeared back down whichever drain she pulled herself out of originally. But then she popped up again when Lo was in the depths of his drug addiction and suddenly she was all over him again. Not that she was anywhere to be seen when he nearly died twice from OD’s. I’m sure she ran out on him and just left him there alone. I got her banned from the hospital when she tried to visit, and she disappeared again. A couple of months after that, Lo went into rehab and thankfully we haven’t seen her since.”

You looked across at Logan, shocked, “You OD’d… twice?” Juliet gasped over at you, “Oh… he didn’t tell you that yet, did he?” You shook your head and he shrugged, “Not yet, but I was going to.” “You really nearly died?” you whispered to him, hand going to his jaw. He covered your hand with his, “Ahh.. yeah. Yes, I did. Hence the trip to rehab after I’d got my courage up.” You could feel your eyes filling up. You knew he’d said he’d gone to rehab because he’d decided he didn’t want to die of an overdose, but you hadn’t realised that he had almost died. Twice.

“And that… that woman left you all alone, when you were OD’ing?” you snapped, “I’ll kill the bitch!” Logan laughed and stroked your cheek, “Defending your man, huh? Well, yeah she probably did, but there was always a load of people at my house during that time, so it wouldn’t have been just her and me. They all ran, like rats off a sinking ship.” “Still,” you said, “for someone who claimed to be your girlfriend…” He shook his head, “Oh, hey, no… she was never my girlfriend. That was all in her head.” “She sounds like a psycho. I hope you’ve got good security at the house now that she’s bumped into you again.”

Logan looked thoughtful, “That’s a good point.” He took out his phone and tapped out a text. “I’ve getting my usual contractor to come around and fix up some extra cameras and change the locks and stuff. My keys were always left lying around so she could’ve made copies, ya never know.” Juliet nodded, “You should’ve got that done a while back, Lo.” He shrugged, “Well it’s being done now as we speak so all sorted.”

At least all this drama with Logan had taken Juliet’s mind off her problems with her awful ex, you thought. There was still that battle to be fought.

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Logan

He couldn’t quite believe they’d bumped into that awful ‘Stalker Stacy’, as he always thought of her. He thought back to those days and all he could remember was wanting to peel her fingers off him and take a shower. She always had made his skin crawl to be honest, and when his wife had commented about the extra security, he’d immediately decided to upgrade everything and also change the locks. He pulled into the driveway and parked up. They’d gone for a short drive along the coast after they’d left Juliet, and called in at the contractor’s place on the way back to pick up some sets of keys for the new locks.

“Good call on the upgrade to security, by the way, angel,” he said, as he climbed out of the SUV, “I don’t think she’d dare turn up here now she knows I’m married, but she’s delusional, so who knows?” His wife got out and turned to him as he walked round the car to her, “I just don’t want to take the chance of that woman trying to get into your house, Logan.” “Our house,” he corrected her. “Uhh, yeah… our house,” she corrected herself, then saying, “she looked so shocked when you said you were married now, but also like she’d gone a bit nuts.” He nodded, “She’s definitely that, alright. Always was. Such a quality type of person I hung out out with back in the day.” As he opened the door and they both entered the house, she asked quietly, “And yet… you still slept with her?”

He sighed, dropping his keys on the counter and turning to her, placing both of his hands on her cheeks, “Only the once, more fool me. And entirely unmemorable. She was one of my… randoms, a total one-and-done but she kept trying to get me to sleep with her again afterwards, relentlessly. But even in those crazy days I managed to steer clear, I think some kind of sixth sense warned me to avoid her. I’m sure she’d have tried to get me on a paternity suit or something if I hadn’t. So I’m doubly glad I didn’t touch her again, for that reason and also because I didn’t find her in any way attractive. I’m ashamed to say I just used to hit it and quit it, and I didn’t even pay any attention to what I was actually hitting at the time. Boy did that come back to bite me where she was concerned.”

He thought about how he really regretted some of his earlier decisions when his brain was impaired through substance abuse. This new wife of his made him want to be a better man, and he wished he could go back in time and change things… a lot of things. But then again, if he did that, it might mean he wouldn’t have met her and he was so fucking glad he had.

“Well… if she shows up here, Logan, I will kill her. Just so you know.” He smiled, kissing her on the lips, “I’m sure she won’t. She’s too scared of harming her public image to risk it. I’d get her ass arrested and she knows it.”

“She wouldn’t need to worry about her public image, Logan. She’d be dead.”

He laughed, but deep down he knew she meant it. She’d defend him in any way she could. And while he didn’t want her to actually kill anybody to do so, he felt a warm and loving feeling inside as he realised that she really did care about him. And not many people had truly cared about him before.

He wrapped his arms around her more tightly and kissed her hungrily, passionately.

Realising that he loved her.

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The New Wife

The following day, Logan had reluctantly left in the morning to go to the office as there were some important meetings taking place.

You decided that you’d sit on one of the decks and read, and sunbathe, and chill. Logan had slowed down a tiny bit on the sex side side of things - mainly meaning he didn’t bother locking you in the bedroom any more - and you still had a pleasant ache between your legs from the ‘see you later’ sex you’d had with him before he left this morning.

Last night, you thought you’d detected a slight change in his vibe when he’d taken you. He was still so energetic and powerful, but you noticed an increase in intimate gestures, more kisses, more gentle stroking, more whispered sweet nothings. Was he catching feelings for you? Rather than it being just about the sex? Because you were definitely catching feelings for him. And that worried you a little. Your mind couldn’t help torturing you with the thought that the novelty would wear off and Logan would come to regard you as a burden he was lumbered with. And start up with his old philandering ways again.

You didn’t think you’d be able to bear that. To have had his full attention and then to lose it, no… you wouldn’t cope well with that. Unsure why you felt so strongly about him after such a short period of time, too. You wanted to be with him, and yes, procreate with him, protect him from all the horrible people like William and that awful Plastic Blonde. Well… you’d just need to hope that he didn’t get tired of you. Sighing, you settled back on the lounger and picked up your book.

You’d been dozing in the warm sunshine after eating a light lunch when you heard the front door burst open. Worried, you sat up on your lounger just as Logan rushed onto the deck, a light sheen of sweat on his face and looking flushed.

He ran over to you, kneeling down next to you and grabbing your hands, breathing heavily and gasping out, “My rut! It’s starting.”

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Logan

It had started just after the first meeting had ended. The past day or so, he’d been feeling a bit restless and at odds with himself but now…

He could feel his body temperature starting to climb and his face beginning to burn. It had been a while, but he knew exactly what was happening. He walked quickly to Juliet’s office and explained to her what was going on. She immediately told him to head home, that she’d take care of the remaining meetings.

He didn’t need to be told twice and rushed out of the office, jumping into his SUV and fumbling to get the key into the ignition. It had been so long since he’d had a rut, but he knew he’d soon become moody, irritable, introverted, restless, and of course still needing sex.

He guessed that his recent sexual activity with his wife had possibly triggered his rut. The counsellor had warned him that could happen but also that as he was now clean, his bodily functions would probably return to normal. Eventually. And now they had, much earlier than he’d expected. He pulled out into the flow of traffic, wishing for once that he lived closer to the city. But he knew he’d never give up his place at Malibu, he knew he wouldn’t. It calmed him to be there. It was one of the few places where he could feel totally relaxed. And now it was where she was, so it was truly home.

He hoped this rut wouldn’t be too bad, he’d need to try and not be too grumpy.

And he also hoped that his new wife was ready to handle a Dark Alpha deep in the midst of his rut.

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The New Wife

You’d been reading up on Alpha ruts on the mainstream internet. So as soon as Logan had come bursting into the apartment looking like a demented soul in torment, you’d taken him by the hand and led him to the en-suite, running a bath for him and soothing him as he lay in it, soaping him gently and running your hands over his lithe body.

Then you’d put him to bed, given him a full body massage and then let him sleep, which he did for several hours. You created a calm and tranquil ambience for him, lighting some candles, bringing him some food and a glass of wine once he was awake, massaging his tense shoulders, then you’d lain down with him and let him be the big spoon as he drifted back off to sleep. When he’d started burning up during the night, having some kind of bad dream, you’d brought a cloth soaked in cold water to lay on his forehead and cool him down.

You’d repeated this during the following day, and Logan had seemed to be dealing with his rut fairly well. What he wasn’t handling so well was his increased sex drive. He’d returned to spouting his “I don’t want to hurt you” bullshit, which annoyed you immensely. How was he able to go back to thinking that? Your sexy, fired-up Alpha needed to get his head out of his ass.

You sighed. Looks like you’d have to turn to Plan B again.

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Logan

He saw her pout when he lay down and didn’t immediately pounce on her, like he normally would’ve done just a couple of days ago. Especially as she’d been staring pointedly at his hard-on until a few seconds ago. Earlier, she’d told him in no uncertain terms that she wasn’t impressed at all that he’d taken to wearing light PJ bottoms in bed. Well, neither was Logan but he thought it would be safer than sleeping naked.

She’d been so good to him during his rut so far, really looking after him and trying to calm and soothe him. He’d loved it, quite frankly. Basked in it, in fact, as no one had ever looked after him like that. And he knew she just couldn’t understand why he wasn’t having sex with her. Again.

Sighing, he turned on his side and tried to tug her down to lie next to him but she very deliberately picked up her book and began to read, ignoring him.

That made him feel really irritated, which he knew was a rut-induced reaction but he couldn’t help it. And this was why he was cock-blocking himself, as he was worried that he’d lose his temper for no good reason and that he’d take it out on her. And now that he knew he loved her, he just didn’t want to do that and possibly drive her away. So it was back to Logan the Monk. For now. He’d just need to man up and do without sex for another few days.

He huffed and turned onto his other side, so he couldn’t see her. He sneaked his hand onto his pyjama bottoms and then down onto his hard-as-fuck dick, rubbing it surreptitiously. Suddenly he heard her book clatter to the floor. As his shoulders came up off the mattress and he turned to see what was happening, she jumped onto him, shoved him onto his back with force and wrestled his PJ’s down to his knees. She ran her hands through the soft hairs on his thighs and kept going upwards till she reached her prize, which she grabbed in a vice-like grip.

Ah no, ambushed again! he thought, I need to get her off me… as she forcefully slid down onto his cock and began moving up and down on it, fast… her hands going into his hair and grabbing two handfuls before tugging on it.

His eyes closed, his lips parted, oh fuck, but it feels so good…

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The New Wife

Like a victorious avenging angel, you rode your reluctant husband with enthusiasm as he groaned and gasped, “No… no, stop… please…” You leant over and whispered, “No way!” into his ear, and kept right on sliding up and down that beautiful cock of his. He was trying to lift you off him but you grabbed both of his shoulders and held on for dear life, gripping him inside as you did so. There was no way you were going to let him stop you having your way with him.

You noticed Logan’s eyes travel downwards and suddenly widen to the size of saucers, his mouth dropped open and he looked confused but also terrified.

What was wrong with him?

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@obscurilicious @paracosmenthusiast @intothesoul @restingbitchsblog @idaoftheburningmind

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

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wraithstill · 2 years

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VARIOUS VERSES/AUS IN DEVELOPMENT aka things i have thought about already & would like to further develop through plotting & interaction!

STAR WARS — inej was kidnapped by slavers at a young age & sold to a brothel in coruscant’s underground called the menagerie. eventually, she is liberated by a smuggler named kaz brekker & in return she begins in his employ offering up helpful details for his enterpise. I can adjust her timeline depending on who I am writing against & am familiar with most media (except the novels!) STRANGER THINGS — inej & her family moved to hawkins the summer of season 3. most of her life, she was homeschooled, as her family was always moving around the world as circus performers. following their visit to hawkins during the independence day celebration, they decided to lay down temporary roots to allow their daughter the traditional experience of senior year in a public school. just as this town has secrets. . . so does she. SUCCESSION — she is a corporate spy. first against waystar, & then hired on by logan roy himself to relay secrets of his enemies. more recently, she has agreed to be a spy for kendall roy, logan’s son, upon learning certain abhorrent crimes that logan & others in the corporation have unethically swept under the rug. crimes inej find unforgivable.

SUPERNATURAL — the menagerie is a undercover program which kidnaps & indoctrinates young children into monster hunters of all sort: witches, vampires, werewolves... & after inej was kidnapped & brought to the facility at the age of 14, she was then trained the ins & outs of doing the group’s dirty work. GRISHA!INEJ — inej was born grisha & at her testing when she was young, was found to be a squaller. raised in the little palace, she was found to be a ‘favorite’ of the general’s & was often chosen for certain tasks & privileges. upon liberation from the little palace, inej eventually becomes a merchant ship captain, sailing across the true sea to countries buying & selling goods. & sometimes smuggling fugitive grisha for safe passage. GAME OF THRONES — inej sadly worked for petyr baelish in his pleasure house, & alternatively had a penchant for getting certain information out of her clients. eventually she escapes, knowing her only task is fleeing king’s landing: if she is found by someone loyal to her former employer, punishment worse than death awaits her. she is a targaryen sympathizer, especially when she hears about the great work daenerys is doing across the narrow sea. for comparison, think of how inej views alina in canon — that is how she sees the true queen of westeros. as a saint. BIG LITTLE LIES — inej is a monteray mom! she & her daughter valeria live in monteray, california. valeria goes to school with the kids in the show, & while inej is not exactly friends with the ladies, she witnesses (spoiler alert?)’s death & offers to help cover it up. MOULIN ROUGE — inej works at the moulin rouge as a diamond dog. film based, musical influence. basically I have written satine before & i miss it, but inej can so easily fit into this setting, so here i am. GREY’S ANATOMY, CHICAGO MED, 911, ETC. — setting depends on who I am writing against; inej is a pediatric surgeon. that’s all i’ve got thanks. COLLEGE — she’s a performing arts student, so watch out. that’s all I have too but this could be really fun to discuss with other people. WESTWORLD — i have a vague idea in mind but honestly i’m waiting for this new season to see if they throw me a loop & make me want to change my mind! just know it’s coming!

#reference.#long post /#listen I was going to make this multiple posts but it just seems easier to have it all in one place

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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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marvelmusing · 2 years

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CEO!Logan Delos

#logan delos #logan delos au #logan delos westworld #logan delos imagine #logan delos moodboard

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logandelosisthebachelor · 4 years

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Last 45 minutes of the decade.

May the next 10 years be much more enjoyable than the last for you - and for me.

Not quite sure how they could be worse for me, so there’s that.

#logan delos au #Logan westworld AU #bachelor au logan delos #logan delos is the bachelor #logan delos westworld #malibu's most eligible #logan delos is malibu's most eligible

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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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benbarnesescape · 6 years

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Drowning

Logan Delos x Reader

Warnings: None. Language. Mainly fluff

A/N: So I got some pretty upsetting news this past week and just needed to channel this out and why not with Logan, the poster boy of also internalizing your feelings.

The thick, wad of papers that he held in left hand felt like a paperweight, causing his left arm to fall on his left leg as he fiddled with the ink pen in his right arm. The soft, cool breeze that was wafting from the Atlantic Ocean hit his face, filling his nostrils with the salty spray but he was too distracted to notice, his eyes intently on your form as you stood outside on the patio. You had planted yourself outside ever since you had driven in from the city that afternoon, a forlorn look on your face as you stepped out of the town car he had sent earlier that day that had brought you to his private beach home in the Hamptons. He had been traveling for weeks, an international trade gone south and had found relief when it had been resolved and he could come back to the city – back to you. He had remembered an earlier conversation he had with you months prior about how you enjoyed working at the Hampton home, how you took pleasure in having the ocean waves as your personal soundtrack for work, and so he had arranged for you both to stay in his Hampton home for the next two months, knowing that the city was a quick drive or helicopter ride away.

But the greeting he had been met with this morning was the opposite than what he had imagined in his head. Instead of running into his arms and distracting him with the promise of sex, you had instead slowly walked past him, barely acknowledging him as you shuffled into the cool, air-conditioned estate. You dropped your bag on a nearby chair before you walked out to through the back patio door, walking through the white, clean sands until you reached the oceans edge where you planted yourself. Where you sat for hours, knees in the air, hand digging through the coarse sand as a light wind whipped around you, your eyes focused on the endless blue horizon.

At first, Logan had thought you were in a bad mood and needed to decompress. You never were one to advertise your problems, least of all to him. But as the fire rays of the sun met water, the orange gleaming into the tall glass windows of his home you had only budged to adjust away from the current, moving to the patio as your eyes rested on the strong waves that bubbled to the sandy shore.

Now the moon was high and you were still standing there, the short sundress wafting around your legs as you leaned against the balcony and he shook his head, unable to watch and wonder any longer. Knowing that he would inevitably be sparking a fight but rather deal with your hot, fiery temper than this new version of you. Placid and unmoving.

He grabs the knitted throw blanket your mom made for him, specifically for the beach-side home and gives a low shudder as he walks outdoors, moving toward you with purpose as the smooth pine wood silently creaks under the padding of his bare feet.

“Y/N?”

His voice is soft and mingles with the sound of waves crashing but you don’t move, just continue to stare out in the dark mystery of the night. He sighs as he throws the blanket over you, noting how cold your arms are and wraps himself around you to provide additional heat, drawing you closer to him,

“You’re going to catch a cold. Come inside…”

“No.”

Your voice is raw but clear and stubborn and he exhales, resting his chin on your shoulder as his grip around you tightens.

“Princess, I don’t want you getting sick. Come inside.”

“There’s no point.”

“What do you mean there’s no point?”

He feels you tense up, your grip around the rail tightening as you repeat,

“I think we should break up.”

The words take him off guard and for a second he thinks he mishears,

“What?”

“I think we should break up.”

You say it louder and clearer, your voice distant and he can feel his stomach fall, a pit that causes his breath to hitch as his grip around you self-consciously tightens. It was the way he had navigated through life for years, feeling uncertain – unloved – unwanted. And then you had shown him the other side, what it felt like to actually care about something, what it meant to feel worthy of love, to appreciate life. You had done it simply by being kind, patient and yet unafraid to call him out on his shit.

The idea of losing that frightens him. Causes the small, punctured scars that faintly laid on his forearms itch and he has to control his breathing as he tries to focus on the situation.

“What?” his voice is louder as he pulls away, turning you toward him, his hands planted firmly on your shoulder. Your crying, thick, heavy streams of tears that consume your face and you keep your face locked on his chest as you repeat.

“Can you not hear Logan? I. Think. We. Should. Break. Up. You deserve someone better than me.”

His eyes soften, his hands trembling as he lifts your chin, forcing you to look up at him. You’re stubborn, just as stubborn as him and try to fight him but he uses his other hand to cradle your face, your eyes meeting for the first time since you’ve arrived.

He can think rationally, can move beyond his selfish emotions to focus on you because he knows that this has nothing to do with the both of you as a couple. That something, or someone, had planted a seed that had sprouted this phantom insecurity about you and his relationship.

“I am only a better man because I have you by my side. You are far superior to me princess. Don’t ever forget that. Don’t think it or even say it into assistance because I’ll let you know right now that you are far too good for me.”

The sob you make causes your body to hitch as you fall into him and he wraps his arms around you as your tears consume you. He’s never seen this side of you, this vulnerable part that has you broken down to your core and he shivers as he draws you closer to him, wanting to take whatever has triggered you to feel this way and shield you from it.

He doesn’t know how long he stands there holding you, the wind whipping around the both of you until you finally mumble incoherently into his chest, your face pressing against him. The words get caught in the soft fabric and he pulls away from you far enough to ask,

“Sorry princess, didn’t quite catch that.”

You give a heavy sigh, debating if you should repeat it before you lean into him, pressing your face to the side as you say a bit louder,

“I may not be able to have kids.”

The last word gets caught in your throat and you clear your throat as you try to cover up the next statement,

“I know that you may not want to have kids, I know that. I know that we never even talked about our future together but….”

Your voice is shaky and he pulls away from you, watching you carefully. He doesn’t know what this means for him. He’s never thought about having children. In his mind, he had made peace in not having the kind of future most people thought of with a wife and a child. He had barely believed that he was capable of being able to stay in a long term, committed relationship so the idea of reproducing wasn’t even a bridge his mind knew how to process.

He doesn’t understand what this means to him but he understands to know that it was probably a catastrophic blast to you – your identity and maybe he’d push to say you’re worth as a woman. Like him, society had taught you since childhood that you were supposed to reproduce – that part of your identity on this planet was to contribute to reproduction. This didn’t matter to him but he knew, deep down somewhere in your subconscious, it was ringing with you.

You had briefly mentioned to him once that, until him, you had never really thought of children or being a mother. You had immediately reassured him that this wasn’t your passive way of letting him know that you were interested in having children soon. Just that sometimes, you thought about it. That something inside of you triggered your brain to think about it. And he knew that the long draw of silence that followed as you went back to cutting vegetables for the meal you were preparing together, that maybe it was being with him that made you trigger this new desire in your mind.

He would never admit it to you, could barely admit it to himself some days, but he liked the idea that you thought about having kids with him. That he was what you had considered to be your partner in what could be the most selfless act a woman could make for herself and her partner. And when he thought about that, only then did he venture with what a life could look like with you.

So being told that the possibility of having children were slim, or that you possibly couldn’t, made him feel powerless. He couldn’t fix this. This was a journey he could get a ride on but that you would have to go through alone. And he hated that.

“Princess,” he’s mindful of the next few words. He didn’t know how to be vulnerable – was still learning thanks to your urging and he doesn’t know if saying the next few words will betray that something else he tries to keep hidden from you. That future he’s equally longed for only with you. “I can’t even imagine to know how you feel. Can’t even begin to understand what this means for you and your future. But I know this. I will research and find everything in my power to support you in this. If you want to have children, we will find the best fertility specialist. We will research what natural methods you can undertake. We will see if I need to make my sperm stronger. But whatever it is, we will get through this. You aren’t alone. And I know this isn’t a solution, know this isn’t even the point but we can also adopt if having a family together is what we decide, what you decide. Honestly, it may be better than sharing my shitty genetics and fucking up your perfect genetics with my imperfect flaws….my point is,” he tilts your face toward him, cupping you gently, “if you want to have a child I will find it in my absolute power to make this happen. You aren’t alone.”

He doesn’t know what you’re thinking as another stream of tears fall down your face, before your hands are gripping over his wrist, your cold fingers causing him to shiver.

“This might sound stupid but,” you hesitate for a beat, “…would you even want to have a kid with me someday?”

There’s insecurity and fear laced in the words and he smiles as he leans down into you, his lips brushing against your own.

“I want the world with you. I don’t know if I’m the ideal mate to have a kid with; I’m kind of a mess,” you chuckle as he presses a soft kiss against your lips, “But you’re the only person I’ve ever thought about even having a future with. And……. maybe I’ve thought about what it would be like to have you as the mother of my children. Maybe just a few times. That’s not what matters though. We’ll get past this. You aren’t less of a woman, less of my other half because of this bump in the road. Remember that. You are not a lesser human being because of it.”

You smile against his lips, before pulling away and pressing your forehead against him.

“You don’t have shitty genetics by the way. Being an asshole is learned, not written in your DNA.”

He laughs, giving you another squeeze before he whispers,

“I hope you’re right about that. In the meantime, I’d love to practice us practicing starting a family together”

He’s fluid as he finds the back of your thighs, lifting you in the air and you can’t help the high shrill that escapes your mouth.

“Logan! Put me down.”

“Only if you agree to practicing…” the grin that paints itself on his face is wicked and large and you can’t help but laugh as you nod.

“Deal.”

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delos-mio · 2 years

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Invisible String - PART 3

A/N: Well, well, well...what have we here? She’s back from the dead! You can catch up with the story here. I appreciate you all SO MUCH! Tags at the end - please let me know if you’d like to be added (or taken off, no hard feelings!). A little sauciness in this chapter, so please enjoy <3

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A couple days later, Michael and Juan came over to watch the latest episode of Married to Medicine, a trashy Sunday night ritual the three of you shared. They had been kind enough to grab a pizza on the way while you supplied the cable and a couple bottles of wine.

“So,” Juan Smiled, “tell us everything about Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome.”

“I mean, there’s not much to tell…” you said, moving your glass of Chardonnay up to your lips to avoid the question.

“Stop lying!”

“C’mon,” Michael chimed in. “You came into the shop the next day looking like a fucking idiot. He’s been waiting so patiently for the deets.” Juan blinked his big eyes at Michael with a dopey grin. Like Michael wasn’t always going to take his side.

“Ugh, fine,” you groaned. “He took me to this fancy ass bar, wait, I shouldn’t even call it a bar. It was a lounge,” you said with a haughty affect. “We nearly killed off a bottle of Casamigos and talked about pretty much everything. He was just…I don’t know. He was really funny and charming. Really fucking hot too.”

“And then…” Juan prompted.

“And then we went for a short walk in the park and I may have made out with him just a little bit…”

“You little!” Juan squealed. “Michael told me he was hot but I didn’t think he meant like, HOT hot.”

“Wanna see?” you asked, which received an emphatic head nod. You unlocked your phone and tapped open the picture Logan had sent you the night you accidentally sexted him. “There he is.”

Juan’s eyes widened as he studied the selfie. For him not to have a reaction was unheard of- the man had something to say about everything. “You can say he’s hot, babe. I’m not going to be mad,” Michael said softly.

“Yeah, no. No, he’s hot for sure,” he said as he trailed off. “But, baby, do you not know who this is?” Juan asked you.

“It’s Logan?”

“Yeah, Logan what?”

“Delos…”

“And you didn’t think to google him? I mean seriously it’s 2021, how are you not googling all of your dates?”

“I don’t know! It never crossed my mind!” you sighed.

With your phone still in hand, Juan threw Logan’s name into the search engine. You watched with bated breath as picture after picture, article after article came up for Logan Delos. Seriously, why hadn’t you thought to do this sooner? “How did you know?” you asked in a quiet voice.

“It’s my job to keep up on pop culture, babes. He’s very much a fixture.” And as you scrolled through what felt like an endless list of tabloids, yeah, you could see that Logan was very much Someone. You felt a little foolish for having no idea who he was - was he offended you didn’t say anything during your date? But then you remembered how confused and relieved he seemed when you had no idea what he did for work. Maybe Logan didn’t have many chances to just be Logan and not billionaire tech heir and playboy.

It also planted a tiny, tiny seed of doubt in your brain. What was he doing with someone like you? There was no way he normally went out with guys or girls like you. He didn’t take home regular people who worked at bookstores or call centers, right? So…why you? You hated the sudden insecurity that came over you, but it was so hard not to let the voices in your head win, reasonable fears or not.

“I had no idea,” you murmured.

“He’s so fine, ugh,” Juan said, leaning back into Michael. “Sorry,” he amended with a quick kiss.

“Hey, I told her the same thing,” Michael laughed.

“How did neither of you know who he was? God, I swear y’all live under a rock sometimes.”

You sucked your teeth. “You know I’m bad enough at keeping my Insta up to date with client pics, now you want me to check the blogs too?”

“You’re right, that would be asking way too much,” Juan said with an eye roll. “So…when do we get to meet him?”

“Never,” you said quickly. “I don’t even know if we’ll go out again. I mean, he’s…him. He won’t want to go out again, right?

“You are insane,” Michael said. “Dude, he’s so into you. Clearly, it didn’t matter when he asked YOU to go out after not knowing shit about you. And he still made out with you, did he not?”

Sometimes, you hated when they were right. “Can we just watch our stories? I’m getting stressed out,” you asked. Michael and Juan just sighed and agreed all the same, turning on the latest episode.

Later that night, after washing your face and with a belly full of wine, you curled up in your bed in the dark with your phone. The glow of the screen was near blinding, but you couldn’t get Logan out of your head. You opened the search results again and saw links to all his social media before you tapped on a few articles. There were paparazzi shots of him with a handsome man whose lips were attached to his neck, him with who looked to be his father and sister at some kind of tech function, a grainy shot of him in a dark nightclub with lines of cocaine cut in front of him. Logan clearly gave you the impression that he was suave, smart, sexy, and trouble. But you had no idea he was this much trouble.

While halfway through an article about his family acquiring some fancy part called Westworld, your phone vibrated in your hand, a text banner appearing on top.

L: What would it take to get another late night pic?

Somewhere across town, Logan’s ears were burning. As if he could sense you cyber-stalking him, you closed out of the app, feeling guilty for learning about Logan things that he hadn’t yet offered up to you. You kept staring at his message and a tightness coiled in your stomach. The effect Logan had on you was instant and it was intense. You couldn’t recall the last time anyone had made your heart jump into your throat with a simple ‘hello’, shit, you couldn’t think of a time at all. What was it about him that was so different? What about the handsome stranger that had you by the throat? The text was still open on your phone and you were seriously considering taking him up on his flirty little game. But then the insecurities crept back in and you couldn’t think of a single thing to say in response. Maybe in the morning. Maybe in the morning, when you weren’t tipsy and full of self-doubt, you’d have something clever to say.

…

But the next morning came, and you still had nothing. And the following morning. And the morning after that. Logan hadn’t texted you again, which you took as a sign that he wasn’t interested all that much. Which, maybe it was better that it stopped before it even started. How much do you have in common anyways? Perhaps there was someone else he was talking to as well that won out over you. You tried not to let it bring you down and tried to tell yourself that it was probably for the best. But damn, you still wanted him.

At the shop, you were hunched over the light table, tracing a stencil for your 4pm client and laughing with Michael. He and Juan had gone to a stand up showcase the night before and he needed to tell you all his favorite jokes. It was the perfect company while you completed maybe your least favorite part of the tattoo process.

“You have to go with us next time. I’m telling you, Heidi was so fucking funny and I really think you’d like her.” Michael finished off his laugh before slipping into an unusual stillness for him.

“I’m game for that,” you smiled, finally looking up to see what had caused the silence. Michael was frozen halfway through tying back his locks, eyes cautious and appraising. You followed their gaze to the man who had just stepped into the shop; you hadn’t even heard him enter.

“I was hoping I’d find you here,” Logan grinned, his stare scanning slowly over every inch of you as he approached. Here you were fully clothed, but felt like you were on display just for him. Seeing him on your turf was surreal- Logan, all expensive suits and a bone structure models envied, here in your little shop covered in brightly colored art and tattoo machines buzzing. You had accepted that whatever this thing was between you was likely over, but here he was, taking you by surprise.

“Hey,” you breathed out, giving him a smile of your own. “What are you doing here?”

“Like I said, hoping to find you.” Logan leaned down and gave you a soft kiss. It was so comfortable and familiar despite only going on one date with this man; the feeling threatened to burst your heart wide open. When he did things like that, it made it damn near impossible to get carried away in the fantasy of Logan. “I hope I’m not too late for lunch.”

“I could eat,” you mumbled against his lips. But the clearing of a throat made both of you look over at Michael, whose arms were now crossed against his broad chest.

“So…” Michael drawled, giving you a pointed look.

“Sorry, sorry. Um, Michael, this is Logan. And Logan, Michael,” you said with heat slowly rising in your cheeks.

“Hey, nice to meet you,” Logan said, sticking his hand out. “I’ve heard a lot of good things.”

“Likewise,” Michael said and returned the gesture. The three of you all stood looking at each other for a few neverending seconds of awkward silence.

“Well, we’re going to go grab lunch, I guess.” You grabbed your jacket and purse, dying to end the tense silence. “I’ll be back before my next client.”

“Bring me back a treat,” Michael said and flipped open his sketchbook. “Nice to meet you, Logan.”

Logan just nodded his head in return before following you out of the shop. Once on the sidewalk, Logan was quick to take your hand in his, a comforting warmth against the whipping fall chill. You tried to hide your smile into your collar, feeling like a schoolgirl for the giddy feeling you had around him. After only a few blocks, Logan pulled open the door of a hole-in-the-wall Mexican spot you’d been to many times before.

“Sorry for being presumptuous,” Logan said as he helped you out of your coat and pulled out your chair, “but I’ve never had bad food from here.”

“Ditto,” you smiled, watching Logan shrug out of his own jacket. He was in another perfectly tailored suit, this time in a deep maroon and a crisp white shirt. Goodman, he looked perfect and he took the set next to you. “You look really good today.”

“Yeah?” he said with a smug smile. “Thank you. You look pretty incredible yourself.”

“Nah,” you blushed. “I’m just in my work comfies. Gotta have that range of motion, you know?”

“If your work uniform includes more of those leggings that make your ass look amazing, then god bless work comfies,” Logan grinned. “So, I take it Michael is not my biggest fan?”

“It’s not that,” you started. “He’s just…he’s my best friend. And he’s very protective of me, which includes being suspicious of you, unfortunately.”

“Well, I’ll just have to win him over in that case. Any advice?” he asked with an arched eyebrow.

“If you can win over his husband, Juan, you’re in. And Juan is like, very easy to win over.”

“Then I’m in,” he laughed. “But I respect that. I feel very strongly about anyone my sister brings around. I like to think I’m agreeable, but her boyfriends have had an uphill battle.”

“Are you the big brother?”

“How’d you know?”

You shrugged, bringing up a chip coated in salsa to your mouth. “Just a hunch.”

“She’s my best friend. And now she’s engaged to this dude I can’t fucking stand,” he sighed. “Normally, me hating a boyfriend was enough for her to dump them. But my dad loves this guy for god knows what reason, so unfortunately, he gave his blessing to ask Juliet to marry him.”

“I’m sorry, that sucks.” Logan had a tick in his jaw, clearly irritated at the thought alone of the man. There was more to the story, you were sure of it, but you weren’t going to pry out more information than he was willing to give up. But, you didn’t want Logan to fall into a sour mood if you could avoid it. “You know, I’m really glad you came to the shop today,” you said with a soft smile, resting your hand on top of his.

“I’m glad too.” He ran his thumb over the side of your hand. “I was a little nervous that you wouldn’t want to come to lunch since you never replied to my text the other night.”

Shit. He noticed?

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that. I just got in my own head and I don’t know.”

“Why were you in your head?” he asked gently. Well, shit, You supposed now was the time to come clean.

“I…I um,” you stammered before taking a breath. “I was telling Michael and Juan about our date and Juan figured out that he knows you.”

“Have we fucked?” Logan asked casually.

“No, I think he would have mentioned that,” you laughed. “No, sorry, that was a poor choice of words. He knew…who you were. Conceptually.”

“Ah, so now you know my horrible secret?” he smirked.

“That you’re like, famous?”

“That one,” he said with a wink. “Well, what kind of things did you learn about me from the internet?”

“I swear I had no idea,” you pleaded, hoping he didn’t think you were some kind of starfucker who only agreed to a date with him to chase a little clout.

“Of course. I believe you,” he soothed. “It was refreshing, actually, when you asked me about my job because you had no clue who I was. I don’t get that often anymore.”

“I don’t care about anything google showed me. I know most of those blogs will write anything to get clicks, so I’m not worried about it. I only care about what you tell me yourself.”

Logan took your chin between his fingers and leaned over to place a long kiss to your lips. He managed to take your breath away yet again. “You have no idea what a relief that is.”

“I like hanging out with you,” you smiled. “The least I can do is get to know the real you.”

“Are you sure? Not a lot of people know the real me, and the ones that do? Maybe half of them still like me.”

“I find that very hard to believe,” you laughed. Logan smiled back, but something in it was hollow. It dawned on you that he really thought the people who actually knew him didn’t like what they found. It scared you a little. Who was the real Logan? You didn’t know right now, but you really wanted to stick around and find out.

“You’re making it very hard to behave myself when you look at me like that,” he said in a low voice that made your toes curl in your boots.

“The sun hasn’t even set yet! You can’t be talking like that.”

“You bring it out of me, darling,” he winked.

Lunch continued with easy flirtation and getting to know each other. You found Logan very easy to talk to and god, did he make you laugh. He wasn’t always trying to be funny, but sometimes he was so pompous that you couldn’t help but giggle. Logan insisted on grabbing the bill again despite you trying to knock his hands out of the way; he simply wouldn’t hear it. It was kind of nice, being spoiled. You weren’t used to having tabs picked up and doors opened for you. It was a welcome breath of fresh air.

You walked hand in hand again toward the shop, this time a little closer together than strictly necessary. About two blocks away, Logan slowed his pace just a bit. “When is your next client?” he asked.

“I should be back in like, 20 minutes to sterilize and get set up,” you said, looking at the clock on your phone.

“Mm…ok,” he said distractedly before catching you off guard and pulling you down an alley.

“Logan!” you squealed and fell into his solid chest, his arms wrapping low around your waist.

“Shhh,” he whispered in your ear before tugging your earlobe between his teeth. “We don’t need anyone to find us, right?” You just nodded dumbly while his lips traveled down your throat, a hum of approval resonating from deep in his chest. “Good girl,” he cooed and your legs immediately turned to jelly. Logan chucked to himself, absolutely making note of the effect his words had on you.

You couldn’t take it anymore and you dragged his mouth up to yours by the back of his neck. His groan deepened as your lips parted for him, ready to accept all he was willing to give. It was electric, the way even his softest touches made you feel. You clawed at his back, desperate to get closer to him, to feel every inch of him. Logan mirrored your urgency, returning your kisses with fervor. He spun you so your back was pushed against the brick wall, caging you in with his body. His hand wandered to your ass, pulling you closer to rut against you ever so slightly. Your body was wound tight, begging him to give you more.

“I’ve been thinking about doing this for fucking days,” he panted against your lips, his eyes just a little wild.

“Yeah?” you asked, flicking your tongue over his bottom lip. “Anything else you’ve been thinking about?”

“Oh, sweetheart,” he smoldered and palmed over your ass again, a small whimper escaping from you. “I’ve been daydreaming about all the ways I could get you to make that gorgeous sound.” He moved his hand slowly to cup over the front of your leggings, causing your moan to come out a little louder this time. “Yeah, that’s the one.”

“Fuck, Logan,” you sighed, bucking into the heel of his palm, kissing him until you were both breathless. He wrapped you tightly in his arms once again, his kisses becoming slower and more measured. It was a different kind of intensity from the urgent make out you were just engaged in, but intense all the same. As you pulled back a bit for a breath, he ran his nose along the edge of your jaw.

“Let’s get you back to the shop,” he said, punctuating with a quick peck. You stumbled as he pulled away, but Logan was quick to steady you once again before resuming your walk.

“You’re a fucking tease,” you huffed, but Logan just laughed.

As you stopped in front of Red Baron Ink, Logan took a lock of your hair between his fingers, tugging gently at the strands. “There’s a club opening Friday night that I’ve been invited to. I was wondering if maybe you’d be my date.”

“Yes. Yeah, I’d like that,” you grinned. “What’s the dress code? I need to make sure I have something that works or get my ass to a store.”

“Why don’t you just let me take care of that,” he smiled.

“Logan, that's too much. I can’t let you do that.”

“What if I want to pick out what I’d like to see you in, hm?” he asked.

“Would that make you hard?” you teased.

“Now who’s the tease?” Logan nipped your lip. “C’mon. Let me spoil you.”

“Fine, twist my arm,” you said with an eye roll.

“Wonderful. I’ll see you Friday, darling.” Logan kissed you once more before winking and walking back the way you came.

You leaned against the frosted front windows of the shop, your head reeling from the last couple hours. That was not how you thought you’d be spending Wednesday afternoon.

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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.

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