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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.

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Search and Rescue

Part of the Delos & Austen AU

Pairing: Logan Delos x Fem!Reader

Summary: Logan takes his future brother-in-law on a visit to Westworld, and you get concerned when he doesn’t return.

Warnings: canon level violence and injury.

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“Hi, Elsie isn’t it?” You say to a young woman. You’ve been wandering the halls of the Programming Division, hoping you’ll find some who’ll help you. She smiles at you, with a little confusion in her eyes,

“Yeah, you’re from Narrative right?” You return her smile rather distractedly,

“Yeah that’s me. Sorry for bothering you, I was just wondering whether you had access to our guest tracking system?” She nods lightly, her hands tightening on the data pad in her arms.

“Is there someone you’re looking for?” You nod, hesitating as you attempt to word what you’re about to say.

“Mr Delos went on a trip to Westworld. He was supposed to return last night.”

“Knowing Mr Delos he probably got distracted by some of the park’s activities.” You laugh, but it feels hollow in your chest.

“You’re probably right.” Your smile falters as you add, “It’s just that he was visiting with his future brother-in-law, and I’m sure his sister will be concerned about them.”

You don’t know if Juliet has even noticed, but it’s not like she would ask you about it. Whilst plenty of your colleagues have their theories, you and Logan have never publicly addressed your relationship. Some people think it’s obvious that you’re dating, some think you’ve been married for five years, some think you hate each other.

Logan’s father has been estranged for the last few years. Whilst you’re certain Juliet cares about Logan, you know she’ll probably wave off any concerns until around a couple of days of them being missing. You’re the only one who will check up on Logan.

Elsie nods in agreement, looking down at her open data pad as she brings up the tracking system.

“Huh.” She says, and you frown, trying to decipher what she’s reading on her data pad.

“What is it?”

“The tracking signal is jumping all over the place, but it looks like he’s at the edge of the park.”

“Is William with him?”

“Um,” she presses a few buttons, and waits for the signal to load. “Yeah, it looks like it.” You chew on your lower lip as you think.

“Is there any way you can narrow down their location?” Her brow crinkles, before she suggests,

“I can run facial tracking. It’ll show us when they were last seen by a host.” You nod eagerly.

She finds photos of Logan and William from the company database and loads it into the facial tracking algorithm. She stares intently at the screen, watching the tiny rectangles of footage covering the data pad like a mosaic.

“Jesus Christ.” She mutters, her eyes widening.

“What’s wrong?”

“A bunch of massacred hosts have just been brought in. Someone practically butchered them to pieces.” She looks up at you, before turning the screen towards you. “Looks like we know who’s responsible.”

You watch the screen as the footage plays. It’s from the point of view of a host, and there’s screams and cries emitting from the data pad at a low volume. They’re not real people, but they sound like them. The video shakes, you see dry dirt, splattered with blood. Then a familiar figure comes into view. William.

His eyes are wide, almost manic as he throws question after question at the host - demanding to know where a girl is.

Then you spot Logan. He’s on the floor, next to a pile of dead hosts. His hands are bound in front of him, and there’s a line of blood across his cheek. He’s looking warily up at William, and you can tell he’s frightened. You’ve never seen Logan frightened before.

William goads the host your footage is streaming from, and the host reaches frantically for a gun near his feet. Before his fingers can even close around the metal, there’s a bang from William’s gun and the host falls. The footage is still recording, so the host must still be alive. William steps into view, pulling out his knife, and you can hear Logan’s protests in the background as William plunged his knife into the host’s throat. The screen goes dark.

You and Elsie share a look.

“Have you seen Stubbs around?” You ask her, referring to the Head of Security. She nods,

“Come with me.”

You follow her through the maze of corridors, your mind racing. You had been a little apprehensive about Logan’s trip. But at the time your worst fear had been that Logan and William would have a disagreement that would make the wedding even more awkward. Never in your wildest dreams had you thought William would do something like this.

You knew that William didn’t like Logan. He wasn’t obvious about it like some of your meaner colleagues were. But you saw the amusement in his eyes when one of them made a comment that he clearly agreed with.

Elsie explains the situation to Stubbs, and he’s more than eager to help you. He grabs his tact gear and gun, before leading you both to the access corridor. You walk for what feels like miles before you reach the access lift for the area of Westworld that Elsie thinks they’re closest to. You don’t speak much as you make your way up into Westworld. Your thoughts are on Logan.

That footage was from several hours ago. Who knows what William might have done to Logan during that time, and however long it would take for you to find them both.

Bright, hot sunlight shines down on you, as three of you walk through the dry dirt and grass. Occasionally one of you will share an idea on what route to take, prompting a small discussion.

Elsie lifts her data pad up into the air, hoping for a better signal.

“The connection is awful out here.” She remarks in frustration. Stubbs hands you a flask of water, and you thank him before drinking some.

Frustration is clawing at your skin as well, there’s a desperation growing in your chest, that you feel that can only be fixed by continuing your search until you collapse from exhaustion, screaming Logan’s name into the dry earth.

“There should be a cell tower close by.” Elsie muses, looking around. You nod, knowing which one she’s talking about.

“That hill, I think.” You say, nodding towards a large set of rocks welded into the sand. You walk towards it before suggesting, “I’ll give you a boost?”

Elsie nods, following you. She folds up her data pad, slotting it into the inside pocket of her jacket. You reach the rocks, leaning your back against them as you fold your hands together. Stubbs stands beside Elsie, ready in case she falls backwards.

You help push her up the side of the rocks, and she manages to drag herself up to the top. There’s a few tense moments of quiet as she loads up her data pad, and you’re bouncing your leg with nerves. Anxiety presses over your throat, making the already hot air so much harder to breathe in. Then Elsie’s voice calls out from above,

“I’ve found them.”

Air floods your lungs, and you feel dizzy with relief. Stubbs helps Elsie climb down the last chunks of rock, despite her insistence. Once she’s down on solid ground, she shows you the location. It’s not too far away. As your little group sets off in the correct direction, you feel the urge to run to Logan.

It’s far too long for your liking, but soon enough the two of them are in sight. William must have stopped for a rest, and Logan remains bound with the end of the rope tied to the saddle of William’s horse.

“How are we going to do this?” Stubbs asks you.

“We’ll just walk up to them?” Elsie answers with a frown, and you shake your head,

“We don’t know how William will react. You saw what he did to those hosts.” Stubbs nods in agreement, and Elsie’s face grows distant as she remembers the footage you had watched.

“We should move in slowly.” Stubbs suggests, and you agree. “Each take a side, and you take the back.” He instructs you, to which you nod.

The three of you separate, heading in your designated directions.

You make your way quietly towards the two of them. The benefit of having a host horse is that it doesn’t startle when you approach. You can hear William and Logan talking, and a small flood of relief courses through you at the sound of Logan’s voice. You recognise Logan’s drawl, most likely making a smartass comment. Then you hear the sound of a punch, and you tense, a surge of anger prompting you into action. Seizing a large chunk of broken log, you round the side of the horse.

“Hey Billy.” You call out, using the nickname you know he hates. He turns, his eyes wide, hand on his pistol. But you’re faster. The log swings, colliding with his face. He lands on the floor with a groan. You cast the log aside, kicking him in the face. There’s a crack as his nose breaks, and he’s caught so unaware he can’t stop you from landing another two kicks to his stomach. He cries out when your foot strays lower, kicking him where it hurts the most. His face presses against the dirt, as he rocks from side to side in pain. You reach forward, grasping at the knife on his belt. His eyes meet yours for a moment, hard and angry, but there’s a flicker of fear as you hold the knife over him.

Then you turn to Logan. He gives you a small smile, lifting his bound hands towards you, wiggling one hand in a tiny wave. A relieved smile tugs at your lips as you approach him, breathing out a tiny laugh at how bashful he looks. Despite the humour in your interaction, both of yours and Logan’s eyes are filled with emotion.

His throat bobs as you begin to cut the ropes that bind his hands together. If he wasn’t so dehydrated, he thinks he would be crying by now. Your hands feel shaky as you work the sharp metal against the rope, and you can’t look at Logan. If you do, you’ll end up crying. He’s sunburnt, and bruised, and the skin around his wrists is raw. It hurts you to see your cocky, self-assured Logan like this.

“I thought I told you not to get into any trouble?” You say, attempting a joke though it fails when your voice cracks. Logan gives you a wobbly smile, as you pull the rope away from his wrists, discarding it.

“M’afraid trouble’s my middle name.”

The laugh gets caught in your throat, and the fear that’s been lingering in your heart for the last several hours gives way. Tears slide down your cheeks, but you don’t reach for Logan. You’re frozen still, afraid of hurting him despite every cell in your body screaming out for him.

Logan wraps his arms tight around you, crushing your body against his chest. His ribs ache from the bruising caused by the falls he took as William’s horse dragged him over the terran. Every muscle in his body is sore and tender, but he holds you with every ounce of strength he has left.

He buries his face against your neck, wincing when his sunburnt skin catches against your clothing. You cling onto the arms of his jacket, and it feels as though you’re the only thing holding the two of you up.

You both turn at the sound of someone approaching. A frown creases your brow when you hear a small crackle of electricity. Then William cries out in pain.

Elsie has a taser in her hand, and is pointing it at William. You meet her eyes, and she gives you a wide grin. Stubbs shakes his head at her with a small sigh, but doesn’t attempt to stop her.

Logan tightens his grip on you, as his eyes dart between Elsie and Stubbs. Then he looks down at you.

“You came for me.” He says softly, his voice hoarse and dry. Your eyes widen as you see the surprise in his gaze.

“Of course I did. Wherever you are, I’ll always come for you.”

He presses his face hard against your neck, ignoring the pain of his raw skin as he chokes on a small sob. Your fingers card through his hair, careful of the matted tangles from the grime and sweat of the last few days.

“That’s a good line Austen, should include it in that new romance narrative.” He teases, but his words are shaky and filled with emotion now that he knows for certain that he’s safe. He feels your shake your head, before insisting in a soft voice,

“Those words are just for you.”

[jacerys-velaryon]

I was tagged by @lucretiaborgia thank you so much sweetie 💕💕!!

MOVIES:

1. E.T.

2. Forrest Gump

3. Cat on a Hot Tin Roof

4. The Young Victoria

5. Munich

6. Harry Potter (every movie)

7. How To Train Your Dragon

8. The Lord of The Rings (all 3 movies)

9. The King’s Speech

10. Fight Club

BOOKS:

1. Troy – by Homer

2. The Little Prince - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

3. The Lord of The Rings

4. The Hobbit

5. Harry Potter

6. Pride & Prejudice - Jane Austen

7. The Song of Achilles - Madeline Miller

8. The Good Person of Szechwan – Bertolt Brecht

9. Death on the Nile

MUSIC:

1. The Killers

2. Muse

3. The Beatles

4. Foo Fighters

5. Adele

TOP TEN (CURRENT) SONGS:

1. Sunset – The Midnight

2. Forever – Chvrches

3. Names – Treasure Fingers & Bosco

4. Dinamita – La Bien Querida – Fuego

5. Siempre Brilla El Sol - Lori Meyers

6. Higher Love – Kygo – Whitney Housten

7. Assassin – Au/Ra

8. Internationally – Bad Gyal

9. Rain On Me - Lady Gaga/ Ariana Grande

10. Greyhound – Swedish House Mafia

TV SHOWS:

1. Élite

2. Dark Netflix

3. Stranger Things

4. I Medici (s2 and s3)

5. The Mandalorian

6. Titans

7. Gotham

8. The Crown (s1 + s2)

9. Grimm

10. Game of Thrones

I tag: @death-of-astar @carla-roson @cantputitintowords @avacrwder @logan-delos @bowenandjohnson @ahesaidshesaidloveaffair @daisylolabang @ilaydasans @spiderlingh @sandyships99 @harritudur @feuillesmortes @essequamvideri24 @tudoraddict @wynafryd-manderly @afewreelthoughts @marinad3lrey @waroftheposes @nyx4 @kingeomer2 @ueberdemnebelmeer @thelegendofclarke @soyunputobumeran @andermuunoz @rebekadebormujos @bananpeze @marlcasters @mischiefsmanaged @jjmeybank

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Delos and Austen

Pairing: Logan Delos x Fem!Reader

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. He decides you’re in need of a break, and invites you on a trip to Westworld.

Warnings [18+]: unprotected sex, little bit of praise kink, a smidge of exhibition kink (but not really?), language, violence, background character death (not detailed).

A/N: I’ve nearly finished the first season of Westworld, so this is very much an AU based loosely on the first season because I’m slightly obsessed with Logan. Anyway, hope you enjoy it.

Word Count: 6.9K

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“Austen!” You lift your eyes from your phone at the sound of a familiar voice and nickname. “Hold the doors, would you?” You nudge your foot between the doors of the elevator, and they slide open. Logan gives you a wide smile in thanks as he stands beside you. You press the button for his floor and try not to look too hard at him. He’s dressed in his usual blue suit, with a white button down and a thin black tie. Every inch the dashing CEO. His bronzed skin makes the white of his shirt seem crisper. You force yourself to stop admiring him. There’s a ridiculous number of floors until the elevator will reach your floor, and you won’t be able to bare his teasing if he catches you.

“Enjoy your holiday?” He gives you the side eye with a smirk as his hands slide into his pockets.

“I think you know the answer to that.” An answering smirk tugs at your lips.

“You earned me a lot of money last week.” His eyes narrow slightly,

“You and your colleagues don’t bet on the real guests, do you?” You shake your head with a small smile.

“Just you.”

“Well, I hope you liked what you saw.” You roll your eyes, but warmth blooms over your cheeks as you remember exactly what Logan spent his week doing. One of his typical visits to Westworld. “You miss me?” He teases, and you’re tempted to roll your eyes again.

“Not at all. I’ve actually managed to get some work done without you pestering me.” He grins, shaking his head at you.

“Austen, I swear I’ve never met a workaholic quite as bad as you are.” There it is again. Logan’s nickname for you. When you’d first met he hadn’t bothered to remember your name - simply referring to you as the writer. You’d snapped at him eventually, declaring that you had a name, to which he’d snarked back at you, calling you little miss Shakespeare. From then onwards he’d called you about every author he could think of. Austen is one of the few that’s stuck around as the two of you finally became friends. “When’s the last time you had any fun?”

“My work is fun.” You argue. He quirks a brow at you, a small chuckle in his remark,

“Sure thing.” You shrug lightly,

“You seemed to enjoy it.” Puzzlement fills his dark eyes, and you smile casually. “The hosts are only capable of about thirty percent improv. The rest is all pre-written responses stored in their word bank. The improv algorithm then selects the most appropriate response.”

“If that’s how you’re planning on convincing me that your work is fun, you better keep trying.” Your smile widens into something that sparks Logan’s interest. There’s mischief in your eyes as he waits for your reply.

“All those dirty little whispers you seemed to enjoy so much? They were all from me.” You see the realisation dawning in his eyes, as he thinks back to his time in the park. “Just something to think about during your next visit.” You say softly, accompanied by the chime of the elevator arriving at your floor. “Have a nice day, Mr Delos.” Your heart is hammering in your chest as you step out into your corridor - and Logan Delos is still speechless. Something you didn’t think was possible.

You’re halfway down the corridor when you realise you haven’t heard the elevator doors shut. Against your better judgement, you glance back. Logan’s eyes meet yours, filled with an expression that has a shiver running down your spine.

»»---------------------►

You don’t see Logan for a while after that, the two of you are busy in your respective roles for the business. So you had almost forgotten your interaction in the elevator when Logan came to your office.

“You’ve never been to Westworld.” He states, walking towards you and lounging in one of the seats in front of your desk.

“Hello to you too Logan.” You lift your eyes from your screen to find him studying the contents of your office - as if he isn’t in here regularly.

“I checked the records, you’ve never used your employee discount.”

“Well perhaps some of us spend our holidays in the real world.” He scoffs,

“And you enjoy that?” You shoot him an offended look.

“What is it with you and attacking my personal life?” He ignores your question,

“What’re you doing this weekend?”

“Avoiding you.” A smirk tugs at his lips,

“Not any more. We’re going to Westworld.”

“Logan-“

“You got something better to do?” He raises a brow at you, and you hold his gaze for a long moment before you sigh,

“No.”

“Great.” He stands up with an eager smile on his face, doing up the button on his blazer. “I’m getting the night train, but I’ll meet you at the station. I expect you to be there bright and early tomorrow morning.”

“I don’t have a say in this do I?” You say with sigh as he strolls over to the door.

“Course you do.” He says with a wink, and then he’s gone.

»»---------------------►

You can’t quite believe that Logan has dragged you into this - is the thought that you’re trying to make the truth. When in fact, you’ve always wanted to visit Westworld, and the fact that you would never really be able to turn him down. You spot the dark cowboy almost instantly. Logan flashes you a wide smile as he sees you through the window of the train carriage. He watches you as you make your way off the train, battered trunk in hand.

“What’s with the luggage, Austen?”

“Outfit change.” He raises a brow at you.

“And they say I’m vain.” You narrow your eyes at him.

“Forgive me for not wanting to wear petticoats for our entire trip.” Logan perks up at the mention of petticoats. He looks you up and down. He has to admit, you make a pretty fine cowboy. You’d picked out some dark trousers, a deep brown waistcoat, and white shirt. The boots give you a little extra height, and your dark jacket flares with the warm breeze. His smile is wide as he admires you, and he reaches out to tap his knuckle against the brim of your hat.

“A black hat, huh?” You shrug with a smirk.

“It’s a nightmare to get the dust off a white hat.”

“Yeah, that’s the reason.” He tugs at the handle of your case, and you let him take it despite the frown on your face. “What?” He asks, taking note of your expression.

“I thought Westworld brought out the worst in people. Turns out it makes you a gentleman.”

“Fuck off.” You laugh, and Logan grins at you. The two of you begin to head down the street, and he nods towards the centre of town. “I got us a room at the Silver Dollar.” Logan knows Westworld like the back of his hand, and you helped create half of the storylines surrounding you, so the two of you are quite at home. Logan takes your trunk up to your room, while you wait in the foyer of the saloon. The Silver Dollar is in a quieter part of town, if there’s such a thing as quiet in Westworld.

The two of you make your way to the centre of Sweetwater, stopping in the most popular saloon - the Mariposa. Logan turns to look at you, grinning, before he swings the saloon doors open, and you follow him inside. A lively tune plays out from the pianola, and the sound of drinking and laughter fills the room. There’s a few other guests, but for the most part you’re surrounded by hosts. The two of you stand at the empty bar, and Logan leans towards you,

“You got your eye on someone?” You pull your gaze from a girl across the room. Your head tilted to one side, you give him a once over. Once your eyes meet his you smirk,

“Maybe.” You counter in a flirty tone. He grins, loving the chance to see this new side of you. You gesture to the bartender, and he pours you two drinks. “So what now?” You ask, looking at Logan. He shakes his head,

“Today’s all on you.” You pull on your lower lip with your teeth as you think, not noticing Logan’s gaze fixate on the soft plush of your lips. His eyes lift back up quickly as your mouth curls into a smirk.

“I happen to know where a gang of smugglers are hiding out. Fancy some shooting practice?” His eyes don’t leave yours as he takes a swig of his whiskey. He sets the glass down with a small thud.

“We’re gonna need some guns.”

»»---------------------►

“You do know we can just walk down there and shoot them all?” Logan remarks. The two of you are lying flat on your stomachs, side by side, behind a large piece of rock. You had managed to find the smugglers with little trouble, now all that was left was to move in on them.

“Yes, I know that. But I at least want to pretend I’m outsmarting them.”

“It’s not outsmarting if you already know they’re going to do.” You sigh, turning onto your side to face Logan. His eyes rake down your body and he smirks, “I can think of a few other things we could be doing to pass the time.” You narrow your eyes at him,

“I bet you can.” He flicks the brim of your hat, dislodging it slightly. You lean over and push his hat playfully. He raises a brow at you, and you mimic his expression with a cheeky smile. He lunges forwards, knocking your hat from your head.

“Logan!” You cry out, and he presses a hand to your mouth.

“Stay quiet Austen, thought you wanted the element of surprise.” You shove at him with a pout, and he lets his hand drop.

“You asshole!” You hiss at him. “You got sand in my hat.��� Grains of sand fall from the hat, and you have to shake it several times to clear it. “Logan Delos you are a sick individual.” He laughs, a bright, genuine laugh that you can’t help but smile at as you put your hat back on. You suddenly realise how much closer you had gotten, the warmth of Logan’s body now right by your side. He adjusts your hat slightly, moving the brim so that he can meet your eyes.

“I like seeing you like this.” He admits softly.

“Plotting the murder of some smugglers?” He rolls his eyes at you,

“No. I-“ Neither of you react at the sound of a gun cocking. Hosts can’t actually shoot you, so you both know you’re safe. You hear Logan swear in irritation at being disrupted. You look up at the smuggler who’s aiming his gun at you.

“Do you mind? We’re kind of having a moment here?” You ask, and Logan laughs. His eyes twinkle as he looks at you. You both share an exasperated look as the host recounts his scripted threats. You tilt your head towards him, your eyes still on Logan. “Do you want this one, or…?” He shakes his head.

“All yours.” You pull out your pistol and fire two shots into the smuggler’s chest. He goes down with a spurt of blood and a thud. When you turn back to Logan he’s smiling at you.

“I think you enjoyed that a little too much.” You remark.

“No such thing.” He tilts his head to watch you, his eyes flickering down to your lips. You shift slightly, bringing yourself closer to him.

Then the gunfire starts. “This is your fault.” Logan insists, as the two of you lay low.

“How is this my fault?”

“They heard you.”

“Yeah, yelling at you for being annoying. Now I suppose we’ll have to do it your way.”

“My way?”

“Running down there and shooting everyone.” His eyes light up. You shake your head at him, not even trying to fight your smile.

“How about this,” he suggests as he pulls out his pistol. “Whoever kills the most smugglers gets to choose where we have dinner.”

“Deal.” You say, grabbing your shotgun. The hosts in this group are programmed to miss guests, so you and Logan both duck out from your hiding spot without much care.

Logan is faster than you, but he nearly slips as he runs down the slope towards the band of smugglers. A cloud of dust billows behind him, and you hear him cough. With a grin, you take aim at the smugglers. When Logan hears you firing he yells complaints at you, to which you respond with a very sympathetic ‘run faster’. You hear Logan’s laughter and realise that coming to Westworld with him was one of the best decisions you had made in a while.

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You won the bet, much to Logan’s dismay. His plans of taking you to a strip club were scuppered when you told him where you were going for dinner. The Golden Rose - one of the more respectable places to eat in Westworld. Logan had complained immensely, even more so when you kicked him out of your shared room so that you could change for the evening. He’s busy glowering at the wooden planks beneath his feet as he paces the entrance to the saloon you’re staying at. So, he doesn’t notice you approaching until you clear your throat.

Logan’s jaw nearly drops. There’s been plenty of instances where Logan has considered you beautiful. When you get excited and ramble on about the inner details of a storyline. When you bounce back from his taunts with your own teasing. Even today, with the sun shining down on your face as you soak in everything Westworld has to offer. But now, he’s certain you’ve never looked more beautiful. He’s never understood the frills and ruffles on the dresses the girls in Westworld wear, but seeing them on you makes them look delicate and pretty. The satin skirts rustle slightly as you step towards him, and he can’t stop himself from staring. Your dress is a rich green, and white lace adorns the edges of the fabric. A plunging neckline reveals more of you than he’s ever seen before, and Logan considers it a crime that he’s been unable to admire the delicate slope of your neck, or the soft skin of your chest all this time.

You watch his reaction, fiddling with the white lace gloves as nerves take a hold of you for the first time today.

“Too much?” You ask, hesitantly. He shakes his head, lips parted but no words fall from them. A soft smile curls at your lips as you step closer to him, “This is the second time I’ve made you speechless.” You lean forward, adjusting his tie as you say softly, “Do you remember the first?” His eyes snap to yours, and he gives you the same look as before, like he wants to devour you whole. He steps forward, and you lean back. Towering over you, Logan places his hands on your waist, just where the fabric of the dress begins to flare out.

“Do I remember?” He muses in a dark tone. Your back presses against one of the beams that supports the awning at the front of the saloon, his body now flush against yours. “Do you have any idea how hard your little stunt in the elevator made me?” He says against your neck as he mouths hot kisses over your exposed skin. You breathe out his name in a pleading tone. “Was thinking about what you told me, all day long.” He nips his teeth into the soft flesh under your jaw, and you tilt your head back with a small gasp. “That every time I was fucking one of those whores. When they begged for my cock, for my fingers, for my cum. That was all you, darlin’.” You whine both at his words, and the new nickname, as he continues to work his mouth over your neck. “Thought about it every night. The things they said, and replaced them with you.” You shudder as his teeth tug at your earlobe. “Your sweet voice begging for me. Your pretty face scrunched up in pleasure. Your little whines and gasps and moans.” His hands are firm on your waist, preventing your hips from moving to search out the friction you’re desperate for.

Then he pulls away. The cool night air hits you, making you realise how flushed you are. Logan stands a few paces away, his hands in his pockets with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Logan, what the fuck are you doing?”

“Taking you to dinner.” You close your eyes for a long moment, trying to process the sexual whiplash. His soft laughter doesn’t help. “Call it a taste of your own medicine.” You scowl at him and he laughs again. He holds out his arm to you, and despite your annoyance you link arms with him.

“I hate you.” You insist as the two of you make your way down the street. He chuckles before his lips brush against your ear as he says quietly,

“I’m sure if I slipped a hand into your panties I’d feel just how much you hate me.”

“If you’re gonna be an ass all night I’ll dine by myself.” He grins, pressing a kiss to your temple. Despite his filthy words only moments prior, you can’t help the rush of warmth flooding your cheeks at the simple action of his lips against your hairline.

“If you’re a good girl, and put up with me during dinner, you’ll get a reward.”

“Bold of you to assume I’d want your reward.” You remark lightly, but you both know the truth.

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Logan actually keeps the teasing to a minimum during dinner. Which means that he’s his usual flirty self. Suggestive comments and winks are thrown your way, and you find it harder and harder to shrug them off as you usually would.

At one point you open your fan, directing a cool breeze to the flushed skin of your throat. Logan follows the motion with dark eyes.

“Hot, darlin?” He remarks, leaning back in his chair as he watches you.

“No.” He gestures at the fan with an unbelieving look. “It’s for the aesthetic.” A coy smirk traces his lips. His eyes trailing down from your face to your chest again.

Throughout the meal, Logan insists on you trying a piece of his food. The first time it happens you’re thoroughly flustered, as his gaze roams over you. He watches your lips enclose around his fork, your eyes fluttering closed as you taste the dish. You notice his eyes dipping to stare down your bodice and you narrow your eyes at him. By the third time he offers you a bite you’re very nearly scowling at him.

“Come on darlin.” He coos at you, waving his fork enticingly. In all honesty, the dessert he picked looks good. So, you roll your eyes with a sigh, but indulge him nonetheless. You’re not too certain about the historical accuracy of having chocolate desserts in Westworld, but it tastes far too good for you to care. As usual, Logan watches you intently, and you reach for your napkin. He gets to your lips first, brushing some remaining chocolate away with his thumb. Your eyes widen slightly, but you trace your tongue against the pad of his thumb, sucking it gently between your lips. Logan’s eyes seem to darken even more. “Good girl.”

It isn’t long before the two of you are heading back to your room.

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“How attached are you to this dress?”

“Don’t rip it.” You plead, and he clenches his jaw slightly at the thought of not having you right now. “You’ve made me wait all night, you can last another five minutes.” You tell him, tugging your shoes off and discarding them as you move further into the room. You stand in front of the mirror attached to the wardrobe and attempt to undo your dress. Logan watches for a moment, leaning against the door.

“You need a hand?” You huff as your arms strain to untangle the lacing at the back. His eyes meet yours in the mirror and you nod,

“Please.” A lazy grin covers his face as he approaches you. He undoes the laces with ease, and you watch his reflection in the mirror, his brows furrowed lightly as he concentrates. The dress is only two layers, and he helps you step out of the first one. He folds the dress over a chair and returns to you. His body presses against your back, as he slips the shoulders of your under layer down. There’s no intricate lacing, just a few simple buttons that he undoes, letting the fabric slide away from your body to pool down around your feet.

“Look at you.” He whispers as his eyes trail down the length of your body. The structure of the dress meant you had forgo a bra, and you were wearing cotton panties for the sake of comfort during your trip. But with the way Logan looks at you, you might as well be made of gold. He steps back, and you frown, turning around to face him. He’s sitting at the end of the bed, legs spread apart casually, but his stare doesn’t falter. “Think it’s time you return the favour darlin.”

A small smile tugs at your lips and you sink to your knees in front of him. His eyes are locked on yours, and you see his adam’s apple bob as he takes in the sight of you. Without breaking eye contact, you tug off his boots and socks. Then you lean forward, pulling his jacket off. Logan watches your chest as your breathing becomes more and more heavy with each article of clothing removed. He licks his lips, an action that does not go unnoticed by you. When only his underwear remains, he beckons you closer, dipping his head down to capture your lips. One of his hands fists your hair, the other grasps onto one of your breasts, kneading it with his fingers. The wooden floor is hard on your knees, but you stay where you are, held in place by Logan’s hand in your hair. You moan into his mouth, your nails digging into the bare flesh of his thighs. He groans in response, and nips your lower lip between his teeth, to which your grip on him tightens.

“Fuck, I’m going to ruin you.” He growls, his tone sending a shudder down your spine. He tugs on your hair to bare your throat to him. When his teeth sink into the sensitive skin of your shoulder, your hips jerk towards him. He laughs darkly, sending a flood of warmth through your body and you whine. “You that desperate darlin? Gonna hump against my leg like a needy little puppy?”

“Fuck you.” You hiss, though there’s no venom in your voice, and he laughs again.

“Oh I know you want to.” He leans back, his hands releasing you and lying flat on the bed. “So convince me.”

“What?”

“All those dirty little whispers.” He says, quoting you. “Put them to good use.” Your eyes widen, and you can’t think for a solid five seconds. Logan pats his thigh, and you manoeuvre yourself into his lap. “You can hide your face if it makes you feel better.” He murmurs, as you tuck your face into the crook of his neck.

“Need you Logan.” A trails a singular finger down your spine, drawing a shudder from you.

“I know you do, so tell me what you want. Put that clever little mouth of yours to work.”

“Want you to fuck me.” You start quietly.

“Another literary masterpiece as always, Austen.” You nip at his earlobe, dragging it slowly between your teeth, your tongue trailing against the skin for a moment. He hums in surprise, but his response is still very controlled. You want to see him break.

“I want you to fuck me full, Logan. Want to have your cum spill out of my pussy.” You trail your hand down his chest, along his stomach, to cup his bulge. The muscle in his jaw clenches as you circle your thumb delicately. “I know you’re big, know you’d fill me so well.” He grips onto your hips tightly but you continue, wanting more of a reaction from him. “I might be a little tight, but I know you’ll make it fit.” Your voice is a soft whisper against his ear, “Because I was made for you.”

The world spins, and the next thing you know your back is against the mattress. Logan’s hand is on your throat, his knees pin each of your thighs down, spreading you open for him. The two of you are breathless, from the teasing, and the sudden motion that’s landed you in this new position. His eyes bore into yours and you lift a brow,

“Convinced, sir?” He growls, his lips descending to move against every inch of your body. With your legs pinned, and his hand still on your throat, you can do very little but succumb to the feeling of his hot, wet mouth as he ravages every bit of you. Your hands go to his hair, tugging hard to try and find something to ground you. He moans at your actions, his teeth scraping against the soft flesh of your breast. As with everything in life, Logan goes all out. He bites red marks into your skin, branding you as his. The feeling of his wet tongue tracing over your most tender spots has you shaking. When he pulls away you nearly sob, as the sudden lack of such pleasure overwhelms you. Then you realise he’s pulling your panties down. His fingers trail over your legs as he removes the garment. He groans at how soaked they are, and once you’re free you spread your legs.

“What a pretty sight.” His hands smooth over your thighs as he hovers over you. He presses his lips against yours, his hold on your thighs preventing you from rocking against him. His lips move to your throat, down the valley of your breasts. He presses soft kisses in a line down your stomach, the scrape of his beard alighting your body with shivers. You don’t see his wicked grin, but you feel him blow cold air against your bare pussy, drawing something between a whine and a growl from your throat. But you don’t have time to throw an insult at him, because the cold air is soon replaced with his hot tongue against your slit. With a gasp, you throw your head back. His fingers dig into your thighs, holding you in place as he works his tongue against your pussy. A shockingly loud moan is ripped from your throat when he slides a finger into you. You whine when he pulls out, watching him as he observes his slick covered finger. Then he slides two fingers in, curling them as you clench around him.

“It’s a good job that I did all that teasing earlier, otherwise I’d never fit in such a tight little pussy.” You buck your hips against his fingers, needing more of him.

“Logan, please.”

“So well mannered now.” He remarks as he rocks his fingers inside of you. “Please what, darlin?”

“Please.” You pause, trying and failing to catch your breath. “Can I have your cock?”

“Don’t you want to cum first?” You shake your head violently, and he chuckles. His thumb brushes over your clit and you yelp in pleasure. “You sure about that? Cause little pussy is gripping me like a vice.” He traces slow circles over your clit, and you arch your back, desperate to take more of him. Logan kisses your thighs as he increases his pace, nipping his teeth against your soft flesh.

“Oh Logan, please.” He’s entranced, watching you nearly mad with pleasure, your wet pussy clutching around his fingers. He needs to see you cum, needs to feel your wet heat spill onto his hand.

“Cum for me sweetheart.” He says, lowering his mouth to your clit and sucking hard. Your hands grip onto his hair again, and you cry out his name as you climax. He continues his motions, prolonging your bliss. You whimper slightly when he removes his fingers. He holds them out to you, and you manage to prop yourself up on your elbows, leaning forward to take his fingers into your mouth. Logan’s eyes are locked on yours as you clean off his fingers with your tongue. Once you’re finished, he pulls away, tugging off his underwear before he practically leaps back into bed with you. You giggle,

“Someone’s eager.” He grins at you, slotting himself between your legs.

“You ready for me?” He asks, with genuine concern in his eyes.

“Yes. Absolutely.”

“Good. Cause I ain’t stopping until you beg me.”

Your thighs and pussy are coated in slick, allowing him to slide in with ease though you still feel the stretch. Logan presses his forehead against yours.

“Doing okay?” He asks, his voice strained. You nod, your own voice nonexistent. “Course you are, doing so good for me.” You moan at the sound of his praise, and he grins. He takes hold of your wrists, guiding your hands to grip onto the metal frame of the bed. His own hands hold right onto your hips, and then he begins to move. The drag of his cock drawing more moans from your lips, as he hits every pleasure spot you have inside you.

All the while he’s whispering filth into your ear.

“You think your colleagues are making bets right now? Betting how long you’ll last before you come around my cock, huh?” He knows they’re not, because he turned off visibility for the entire saloon. No one else is allowed to see you like this. But he doesn’t regret his words when he feels you clench around him. “Fuck, baby, if you were one of those plastic dolls, this pussy would make me a fortune. But you’re mine. All mine.”

“All yours, fuck, Logan.” He groans,

“Say my name again. Who’s making you feel this good?”

“It’s you, oh fuck Logan. It’s you, it’s all you.” Those are the last coherent words from you. As your mind clouds over with pleasure, pleas and cries of his name are the only sounds from your lips. He scoffs a laugh,

“All those pretty words of yours Austen, and now the only thing you can say is my name.” Your nails press into the skin of your palm as you grip the headboard even tighter. Logan captures each of your gasps and moans with his lips as you teeter on the brink of another orgasm. He dips one hand down between your legs to rub at your clit, and you arch even further into him. He groans as you begin to lose control, your entire body shaking. His forehead presses against your collarbone.

“Cum for me, baby.” He encourages you, and you take your hands away from the headboard, grasping at his hips.

“You too.” You gasp, sliding your nails over his back. He shudders,

“M’right behind you.” You cry out his name as you cum for the second time. Logan growls your name against the skin of your shoulder as he continues to pound into you. His moans get even louder as your pussy spasms around him. His teeth sink into your throat as he cums, spilling inside of you. Your eyes roll back as the after waves hit you, feeling his warmth filling you as your pussy continues to twitch. You’re suddenly aware of how quiet it is in the room, with just the sounds of your breathing as the two of you attempt to catch your breath. Logan is careful as he pulls out, watching your face as you hum quietly. He lies down, half on top of you, but you like the reassurance of his weight. The sounds of Sweetwater’s nightlife filter in through the thin glass of the window. Drunken guests singing along to the saloon’s music, very distant gunfire, and the quiet hum of the desert surrounding you. Suddenly becoming aware of everything, you laugh softly,

“I can’t believe we just did that.”

“That good, huh?” He says with a grin, then he lifts his gaze to meet your eyes. “You regret it?” You watch him as he props himself up to look at you. You lift a hand to smooth a strand of hair away from his forehead.

“No.” You admit softly. “Do you?” He shakes his head.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.” Surprise fills your eyes as you tilt your head at him.

“Seriously?” A half-smirk tugs at his lips.

“You couldn’t tell?”

“Logan, you flirt with everything that moves.” He opens his mouth in faux shock.

“I do not.” You raise a brow at him, and he relents, “Okay, maybe I do. But,” he adds, raising a finger. “You are my favourite.” He taps his finger against your forearm to emphasise his point.

“Really?” You ask quietly. He nods, genuine care in his eyes at his admission. You smile tenderly at him, which he returns with his own boyish smile. Then he shrugs,

“But don’t let that go to your head, Austen. Cause the last thing we need is another writer with a greater sense of their own self importan-” You lean forward, pressing a kiss to his lips. He cups your face carefully, even when your lips separate.

“You’re my favourite too.” You tell him, knowing that this is as close to a love confession that Logan can vocalise. He leans in to kiss you again, the two of you practically beaming against each other’s lips.

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Sunlight casts a golden glow over the room, as you blink the sleep from your eyes. Your head is tucked against Logan’s chest, one leg draped over his, the other pressed against his body. His hand is tucked under your knee, holding your leg in place. The fingers on his other hand trace over your bare shoulders, feather light touches against your skin. You can already hear the sounds of the townspeople bustling down on the street. There’s an entire world out there waiting for you, but you’re perfectly content to stay in this quiet moment with Logan’s arms around you. You turn your head, eyes meeting his straight away.

“Mornin’.” He says, his voice still raspy from sleep. You smile up at him,

“Morning.” He smooths his hand over your thigh, his thumb circling as he repeats the motion several times. You sigh contentedly, “We planning on staying in bed all day?”

“Well, you wouldn’t hear any complaints from me.” You smile fondly at him. “But I had a couple of ideas for today.” You hum in acknowledgement and he continues, “I was thinking we could ride over to the riverbank. If you’re not too sore after last night.” He teases. You press your face against his chest as your cheeks warm.

“I’m sure I’ll manage.” You mumble against his skin, and he chuckles, pressing a kiss to the top of your head,

“Atta girl.”

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It’s approaching noon as the two of you walk down the street towards where Logan left your horses yesterday, meaning that you’ve missed the morning shootout between the Sheriff and some bandits perfectly. Logan’s cowboy swagger looks considerably less mysterious as he swings his hand in your own, and you can’t push the smile off your face. He always looks happy and carefree in Westworld, but never like this.

Every employee of Westworld has horse riding and shooting lessons, on the occasion that the skills are needed when out in the park. It’s nice for you to finally put those skills to use. Even nicer when it’s for a day out in the sun with Logan. You’re more familiar with the towns and people of Westworld, since you’re the one who knows their backstories, their current narrative, their jobs, and their families. Meaning that you’re more than happy to follow Logan’s lead as the two of you ride out into the desert.

He stops by a secluded creek, there’s a few trees providing another shade for the two of you to relax in. You slide off your horse, and Logan takes the reins from you. He nods behind you,

“Take a look.” You turn, and the sight takes your breath away. In the distance you can see the river winding its way into the mountains, and the mountains themselves are hazy with the heat. The sky is a shocking blue, a stark contrast from dusty red of the pillars of rock that surround you. A perfect little valley. The spot where you had stopped has grass that’s a much brighter hue than the dried out blades that surround Sweetwater, and in the corner of your eye you catch the sight of some stray cattle grazing. Aside from the cattle and the birds, you and Logan are completely alone. You turn back to him, finding his eyes fixed on your face. There’s a softness in his expression as he observes the wonder on your face. Then he pulls a bottle out of his pack with a grin.

“Fancy a drink?” And you laugh with a nod. You toss a blanket down over the dirt floor, and the two of you settle down with your food and drink.

“You know, I sometimes forget how big it all is.” You say, and Logan turns his head to look at you. “I only ever see it on screens, or in my head.”

“Is it living up to your expectations?” You smile widely at him,

“Even better.”

You spend the rest of the day there. Lounging in the sun, then retreating to the shade of the trees when you were too warm. Lying in Logan’s arms as the two of you talk, and kiss.

When the first signs of sunset begin to show themselves you suggest heading back, not wanting your peaceful day to be hijacked by a group of bandits waiting in the dark. Logan agrees and you prepare the horses while he gathers your belongings.

“Next time,” he tells you, leaning in to kiss your lips. “I’m taking you stargazing, and I will personally kill whatever bandits and smugglers that try to disrupt us.”

“Who knew you were such a romantic?” You tease, and he tips his hat dramatically.

It’s not long before you’re back in Sweetwater, putting your horses away and heading back to your room at the Silver Dollar. Logan helps you pack your trunk, and the two of you are heading down to the station before you know it. You link your fingers with his, as his arm drapes over your shoulder. Your trunk is in his other hand.

“I don’t want this to end.” You admit, and Logan looks down at your face.

“We can come back whenever you want. You come with me and it’ll be free, and I won’t have to deal with all that waiting a night for you to get here.”

“That was your idea.” You remind him, before adding quietly, “If you’d asked me to drop everything and go with you that night, I would have.”

“You would?” You nod. “I might have to spring some more surprise holidays on you.” You narrow your eyes at him,

“I’m not sure if my boss would approve.” He laughs softly, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“I’m sure we could work something out.”

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It feels strange to wake up in your bed on a Monday morning, in contrast to waking up in Logan’s arms yesterday morning. Despite this, you settle back into your routine fairly easily as you prepare for work. You pick up your data pad, slipping it into your pocket before heading out.

“Morning darlin.” You frown, locking your front door before turning towards the familiar voice.

“Good morning Mr Delos.” He pouts and you laugh softly, “What?”

“You’re not on the clock yet.”

“No but I am heading to work now.” You reason, before asking in a professional tone, “Is there something you need, sir?”

“Absolutely.” He steps forward, his hands on your hips to press you against the wall. His lips are on yours, and you moan softly, not realising how much you’d missed him during the last few hours without him. He moves down to your neck before stopping. “You haven’t covered them up.” He says, surprise lacing his tone. You laugh quietly with a small shrug,

“I think everyone knows what we did this weekend. What’s the point in hiding it?” His heart soars at the thought of you being proud to show off his claim on you, but you suddenly begin to overthink. “Unless, of course, you want me to? We can still be professional-”

“Darlin, my thoughts are far from professional at the moment.” He interrupts you. You lift a brow with a smile.

“Oh really? Penny for your thoughts?” His smile widens, as his lips move back to your throat. He shrugs lightly,

“Just thinking I might add a few more of these.” He traces his tongue over one of the marks and you shudder.

“If you make too much of a mess of me, people might think you mugged me.” He laughs, a soft breath against your skin as he smirks.

“What happens in Westworld, stays in Westworld.”

“Hopefully not all of it.” You say softly. Logan meets your eyes, his thumb tracing over your cheek tenderly.

“No, not all of it.”

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Logan Delos Tag List: @all-art-is-quite-useless @nemesis729 @allhailthemightyquattro @fuzzyghosts

[marvelmusing]

Cardigan

Part of the Delos & Austen AU

Pairing: Logan Delos x Fem!Reader

Summary: A pre-relationship encounter, where Logan stops by one evening to visit his favourite writer.

Word Count: 726

My Masterlist

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Logan knocks briskly against your door, before leaning his shoulder against the frame. He looks down the empty hallway, waiting for you to answer. There’s some quiet shuffling from inside your apartment, then the door swings open and he turns to face you.

“Hey Austen, have you-“ His voice fails him when he sees what you’re wearing. He catches a glimpse of black lace panties, and a matching bra as a large wool cardigan slips off your shoulders. You gape at him, pulling the oversized cardigan around your body.

“Logan!” He grins at your flustered state.

“You got company?”

“No.” He raises a brow at you incredulously as he nods down to what you’re wearing, and you laugh softly. “I don’t.” He can tell you’re not lying, a fact that distracts him even further. Were you wearing that little number today during your meeting with him?

He struggles enough to sit still during your meetings. Now that he knows what you’re hiding underneath all those layers of clothing, he’s going to struggle even more.

“Huh.” He raises his brows, his mouth parted as he traces his tongue over his teeth, his gaze dropping down again. You narrow your eyes at him,

“Is there something you need Mr Delos?” There’s exasperation in your tone, but a small smile tugs at your lips. Logan can certainly think of a few things he needs right now, and you calling him Mr Delos isn’t helping with that at all. A smirk tugs at his lips, as he remains casual. He decides that for once, he won’t tease you - mostly for his sake.

“Sizemore said you have the final draft for the new Pariah narrative?”

“Oh, yeah.” You say, faltering as you go to search for the file but then remember that Logan is standing in your doorway. It’s cute. “Um, come in.” He smiles, shutting the door behind him, as he watches you lost in thought as you attempt to remember where you’d left the file.

He has a cardigan of his own, quite similar to the one you’re wearing. He doesn’t wear it often, only on cold mornings in his own apartment. It’s navy blue, with dark brown buttons, and he’s sure if you were wearing it it would hang around your mid thighs. You’d look adorable in it.

You look over the contents of your living room, then make your way towards the hallway.

“Hang on a sec.” He can’t help but admire your legs as you disappear down the hallway. His mouth goes dry at the thought of running his hands down your legs. Of making you shiver as he parts them to reveal the scrap of lace covering you.

The sounds of you rummaging through papers and drawers breaks him out of his thoughts. The mental whiplash you put him through astounds him at times. One minute he’s thinking of a cozy morning with you one his cardigan. The next minute he wants to bend you over his desk until you’re screaming his name for the whole office to hear.

You reappear with the file in hand, making your way back to him.

“You write in your bedroom?” You sigh, narrowing your eyes at his suggestive tone.

“I write everywhere.” You say with a shrug. His grin softens into a more genuine smile at your love for what you do. You hand him the file and he takes it from you with a small nod.

“Well, have a nice night.” He remarks with a wink, to which your roll your eyes as you follow him to your front door. You shake your head with a fond smile.

“You too, Logan.” You meet his gaze for a moment, lost in the deep brown of his eyes. He gives you a nod, then heads down the hallway, and you close your door.

Leaning against your door, you look down at what you’re wearing, a flood of embarrassment warming your body. You look good, you won’t deny that. Part of you is glad that Logan has seen you like this - in the hope that, even for just a moment, you could have driven him as crazy as he makes you when he wears that ridiculously tight grey suit.

That small rush of satisfaction will help you survive any sort of teasing that he plans to throw your way tomorrow.

[marvelmusing]

Frustration

Part of the Delos & Austen AU

Pairing: Logan Delos x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your co-director at Westworld often annoys the life out of you. Luckily, Logan is able to lend you his ear.

Word Count: 725

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Being the co-director of narrative at Westworld is a dream come true for you. It means you can spend your days doing what you love - devoting your time and effort into creating fun, meaningful, and interesting stories.

However, it sometimes feels like a nightmare. Mostly due to your co-director - Lee Sizemore. The two of you often have disagreements regarding your creative differences. Having two directors for narrative was a strategic choice - in an attempt to ensure that stories could have multiple sides and prevent any bias in the department. You can understand the reasoning behind it. What you can’t understand, is why Sizemore has to be so insufferable. Which is how you’re in your current position, ranting to Logan about how annoying your colleague is.

“He’s always bringing the hosts into his office to go over their lines, which is a complete waste of both resources and time.” You say with a frown.

Logan is leaning against his headboard, his hands folded behind his head. Amusement dances in his eyes as he watches you pace back and forth at the end of the bed.

“And he says stupid shit like: ‘do it again but with more passion’ like he’s some Oscar winning director.” You scoff, rolling your eyes. “Why doesn’t he just say: ‘increase anger by 1%’ like every other employee?”

You raise your brows, looking over at Logan, who attempts to regard you seriously as he mimics your expression.

“I swear he thinks he’s some sort of genius.” You say. “You should of seen his face when his latest character gave their first speech in front of guests. What a smug little bastard.”

Logan can’t hide his grin at your frustration, as you return to your pacing.

“And he accuses my writing of being ‘too self-indulgent’.” You gesture the quotation marks with your fingers dramatically. “Like Hector isn’t the biggest self insert I’ve ever seen.” Your entire face crinkles with the frown that tugs at your brows. “Everybody can see how weirdly defensive he gets when you criticise his storylines.” You insist, and you voice turns almost mocking. “Like, you’re not actually a rugged outlaw that everyone is secretly in love with, Lee.” You say his name like an insult. “You’re a dorky writer just like the rest of us.”

You huff, crossing your arms. For once in his life, Logan is deciding to not share his opinion - mostly because he’s too busy enjoying yours.

“You know the first thing they told me when I got this job? That creativity means jackshit if there’s no research behind it. Which means that my ‘self-indulgence’ has been backed up by focus groups, questionnaires, peer reviews.” You list each of those things with your fingers. “Not just: ‘oh I think we should add some more saloon girls to this storyline because my self insert wants some eye candy because I can’t get any in real life’.” You attempt to impersonate Sizemore’s accent, rather unsuccessfully, which makes Logan laugh.

The sound of his laughter pushes your annoyance away, and a small smile curls at your lips as you feel a little embarrassed at your outburst. You tug your lower lip between your teeth as you cross the room towards him.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to go off like that.” You say, lying down next to him.

“I don’t mind.” He says with a grin, then he shrugs casually. “It’s actually kinda hot.” You roll your eyes, but a smile creeps over your face nonetheless.

“Is there anything you don’t find hot?” His tongue traces along his teeth as his eyes rake down your body.

“Maybe it’s just you.” You nudge his shoulder playfully.

“Such a charmer.”

“You know it.” He grasps a hold of your waist pulling you closer to him, and he leans over you. “Now how about we turn a shitty day, into a not-so-shitty day?”

“And how do you plan on doing that, Mr Delos?” He groans slightly, swinging one of his legs over yours.

“Well I was reading some work done by a very self-indulgent writer.” He says teasingly, to which you roll your eyes affectionately. “And I was rather inspired. If you’re game?” Your smile widens, matching his dazzling grin. You lean forward, capturing his bottom lip between your teeth lightly, before murmuring against his lips,

“Try me.”

[marvelmusing]

Hi! it's @dreamlandcreations being a menace from a temp account 😈 I guess you are in a Billy mood but I have some thoughts about Logan I'd like to share. I haven't read your Delos and Austen fic yet but the title made me think. What if there is a new park like Westworld but it's for the romantics. It's the Austen park and "you" get the job of directing that branch. That involves at least one visit with Logan who is dressed as Mr Darcy. He pretends to be suffering but he start to like the play.

Oh god yes I love this so much. He’d complain that it’s all fancy balls and afternoon tea, nothing like his high stakes adventures in Westworld. And he’s an absolute pain during the setting up for the park, fussing with his outfit and claiming that he’s going to be bored out of his mind when it opens.

And then during a test run with just you and the hosts, Logan decides to pay a visit. He strides into one of the ballrooms and asks you for a dance. Turns out he taught himself to waltz solely to make sure that none of the hosts would be dancing with you - only him.

[marvelmusing]

Logan Delos Masterlist

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Drabbles

Threesome [18+]

Series

• DELOS & AUSTEN AU •

Westworld Website

Cardigan

A pre-relationship encounter, where Logan stops by one evening to visit his favourite writer.

Delos and Austen [18+]

Logan Delos is the CEO of Westworld, you are the co-head of Narrative, and have been friends with Logan for nearly two years. He decides you’re in need of a break, and invites you on a trip to Westworld.

Frustration

Your co-director at Westworld often annoys the life out of you. Luckily, Logan is able to lend you his ear.

Search and Rescue

Logan takes his future brother-in-law on a visit to Westworld, and you get concerned when he doesn’t return.

[marvelmusing]

Westworld Website

Part of the Delos & Austen AU

[marvelmusing]

Okay so I watched the first three episodes of Westworld and I’m already a little obsessed with Logan - I have a rough idea of what’s going to happen in future episodes so it’s likely that Ben will break my heart once again.

Anyways, I’m currently writing a Logan x Fem!Reader au oneshot that is already over 5K words (I told you I was obsessed).

The summary is that the reader is a writer who works on the narrative of Westworld and Logan is the CEO and he convinces her to go on a weekend trip to Westworld with him.

If anyone would like to be added to my Logan tag list, feel free to let me know.

I’ll add a little excerpt under the cut:

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“You miss me?” He teases, and you’re tempted to roll your eyes again.

“Not at all. I’ve actually managed to get some work done without you pestering me.” He grins, shaking his head at you.

“Austen, I swear I’ve never met a workaholic quite as bad as you are.” There it is again. Logan’s nickname for you. When you’d first met he hadn’t bothered to remember your name - simply referring to you as the writer. You’d snapped at him eventually, declaring that you had a name, to which he’d snarked back at you, calling you little miss Shakespeare. From then onwards he’d called you about every author he could think of. Austen is one of the few that’s stuck around as the two of you finally became friends. “When’s the last time you had any fun?”

“My work is fun.” You argue. He quirks a brow at you, a small chuckle in his remark,

“Sure thing.” You shrug lightly,

“You seemed to enjoy it.” Puzzlement fills his dark eyes, and you smile casually. “The hosts are only capable of about thirty percent improv. The rest is all pre-written responses stored in their word bank. The improv algorithm then selects the most appropriate response.”

“If that’s how you’re planning on convincing me that your work is fun, you better keep trying.” Your smile widens into something that sparks Logan’s interest. There’s mischief in your eyes as he waits for your reply.

“All those dirty little whispers you seemed to enjoy so much? They were all from me.” You see the realisation dawning in his eyes, as he thinks back to his time in the park. “Just something to think about during your next visit.” You say softly, accompanied by the chime of the elevator arriving at your floor. “Have a nice day, Mr Delos.” Your heart is hammering in your chest as you step out into your corridor - and Logan Delos is still speechless. Something you didn’t think was possible.

You’re halfway down the corridor when you realise you haven’t heard the elevator doors shut. Against your better judgement, you glance back. Logan’s eyes meet yours, filled with an expression that has a shiver running down your spine.

[jacerys-velaryon]

I was tagged by @nyx4 thank you, dear 💕!

CHALLENGE: TOP TEN THINGS

 All of this is in no particular order …

MOVIES: (wow ok, I have so many I like but love? Really love?... Let’s see...)

E.T.

Forrest Gump

Munich

Harry Potter (every movie)

How To Train Your Dragon

The Lord of The Rings (all 3 movies)

Cat on a Hot Tin Roof

The Young Victoria

The King’s Speech

Fight Club

BOOKS: (these are the ones )

Troy – by Homer (yes, it’s exactly what it sounds like)

The Little Prince - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

The Lord of The Rings (all 3 books)

The Hobbit

Harry Potter (the whole bookseries)

Pride & Prejudice - Jane Austen (a must read)

The Song of Achilles - Madeline Miller

The Good Person of Szechwan – Bertolt Brecht

 MUSIC (artists): (seriousley, how should I choose???)

The Beatles

The Killers

Muse

Foo Fighters

TOP TEN (CURRENT) SONGS

Sunset – The Midnight

Forever – Chvrches

Names – Treasure Fingers & Bosco

Dinamita – La Bien Querida – Fuego

Kind of Love – Rat City

Higher Love – Kygo – Whitney Housten

Assassin – Au/Ra

Internationally – Bad Gyal

Castles – Freya Ridings

Greyhound – Swedish House Mafia

TV SHOWS:

Élite (this miniseries is the best one I’ve watched in a very, very long time and I’m so glad I started it! Now it’s my most fave series!!!)

Dark Netflix (the best series Germany has ever produced and I’m so proud of it! It’s a MUST watch, if you enjoy Stranger Things!)

Stranger Things (Forver love this series, it’s one of my top 3 fave ones alongside Élite and Dark)

I Medici (s2 and s3, I love Clarenzo)

The Mandalorian

Titans (can’t wait for s3)

Gotham (still love this series)

The Crown (s1 and s2)

Grimm (what a great show)

Game of Thrones (until it became very, very bad... so basically s1-s3 and maybe s4)

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