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Take Your Pick

Pairing: Shapeshifter x Fem!Reader (featuring Billy Russo, Aleksander Morozova, William Thurber, Logan Delos, Benjamin Greene, Caspian).

Summary: Your boyfriend has a very interesting ability, and every character he can shift into has a special place in your heart. But which one do you want to spend the night with?

Warnings [18+]: alludes to smut, slightly suggestive.

A/N: a tiny little drabble, don’t ask me what this is because I have no idea but I liked the vibes.

My Masterlist

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“I can be anything you want me to be.”

“I just want you,” you say shyly, looking down at your lap.

“Oh really?” His voice is coy, a low purr of faux consideration as the hint of a smirk tugs at his lips. He leans closer, practically caging you to the couch with his arms on either side of you.

His mouth grazes over your pulse and your eyes flutter shut as he mouths confidently over your neck, a grin blooming over his face.

“You don’t want me?”

A New York twang has entered his voice and when you look down to meet his eyes a shiver runs through your body at the almost predatory glint there.

“Hi Billy.”

“Hello darlin.”

He leans forwards capturing your lips in a determined kiss. His grip is tight on your chin and you can sense the moment he shifts into Aleksander as his hand releases your chin to cradle your cheek with the entirety of his palm.

His body presses firmly against yours and the two of you cling to one another as he furthers the kiss.

“Sasha,” you breathe out in a soft whine. “Please.”

He chuckles darkly.

“Moya milaya, always so eager.”

His hands settle on your waist, keeping you close as he unbuttons your blouse. Ducking his head down, he begins to kiss over your collarbones, leaving gentle bites over the skin there, nuzzling at the hollow of your throat.

When his lips begin to lower themselves down towards your breasts, and the prickle of Aleksander’s facial hair becomes a soft scrape of closely shaven stubble and a neat moustache, you thread your hand through the salt and pepper strands of hair on his head.

“William,” you gasp.

His mouth closes over your clothed nipple, tongue rolling over the nub hidden beneath the fabric of your bra. Warm brown eyes flick up to meet yours, an admiring and adoring softness filling his gaze.

He lowers his head back down, nosing over the edge of your underwear. His hair darkens to Billy’s slicked back locks and he bites down into the material keeping him from exposing your breasts.

As you tug on his hair, a low groan rumbles in his chest and with a wicked grin Logan reaches behind your back to unclasp your bra with practiced ease. He gropes at your breasts eagerly, large hands grasping at your soft skin and sensitive nipples.

“Which one of us would you like to take you?” Aleksander rasps against your ear. He nuzzles his way down your neck, mouth drifting back up to your other ear.

“It’s me, isn’t it?” Logan goads, tugging on your hardened nipples.

A whimper catches in your throat at the thought of having to choose one of them. He hums quietly, biting down on your earlobe, tongue soothing the sting there. He grasps at your breasts, returning to your other ear as he shifts again.

“It’s definitely me,” Billy states with a confident smirk. “Right, darlin?”

He leans down to kiss your lips and you instantly know that it’s Benjamin. He kisses with the same vigour as Aleksander but he’s much more vocal in his enjoyment, a small whimper catching in his throat as he cups your face intently.

Both of you are breathless, chests heaving as he nuzzles his forehead against yours with a bright smile on his face. There’s a tiny scrunch at his nose and you can’t suppress the urge to kiss it gently which makes him blush.

“Hi Benji.”

“Hello love.”

Breathing out a soft laugh, you tilt your head at him.

“Are there any other contenders for me to consider tonight?”

He laughs softly, the corners of his eyes creasing adorably as he does. Then he kisses you.

As soon as his thumb begins to stroke over your cheek while you kiss, you realise he’s shifted into Caspian. His kiss lingers, sucking lightly on your lower lip as you part from one another.

Threading your hands through his long hair, you breathe out a soft smile as he brushes his nose affectionately against yours. As your hands continue to play with his hair, twirling the soft strands between your fingers, he moans quietly.

When he withdraws, it’s Billy who you’re looking at. His eyes are darkened with a wicked smirk on his lips. His gaze is heated as it rakes over your body, drawing a blush to the surface of your skin, thrumming down your body.

“So, which one will it be, darlin?”

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Kinktober Day 3

Public Teasing & Edging with Logan Delos

Pairing: Logan Delos x F!Reader

Rating: NSFW 18+ (minors dni)

Warnings: let’s be real Logan comes with his own warning, mentions of Logan’s drug addiction very briefly, such cute fluff, use of a lovense vibrator (one that is controlled by an app & stays inside), use of the pet names Princess & Sir (do ya’ll see a theme?), so much edging and teasing like Logan is a little shit, sub/dom relationship, exhibitionism, spankings as punishment, reader cries during said punishment, oral (female receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex, sex with the vibrator still in reader, mostly clothed Logan and naked reader, slightly rough sex, multiple orgasms, more cute fluff

Word Count: 4.2k

Author’s Notes: Oh how I love writing for this man. This was so so much fun. I hope you all enjoy it!

Kinktober Masterlist

ao3 link coming soon ish

 Your hands brushed gently over the satin fabric, of the dress that hugged you perfectly. It was expensive, beautiful, but also simple. The gentle sweetheart neckline pushed your breasts up just enough to show a hint of cleavage. The slit running up your right leg to the middle of your thigh didn’t leave much to the imagination. Then the laced up back simply made you smirk, as you turned slightly to look it over. You were sure that would present a challenge later.

  “Thinking about how long it may take me to get you out of that later, sweetheart?”

  Logan Delos spoke from his spot, leaned up on the doorframe of the bedroom. You smirked up at his reflection before turning around.

  “Actually I was.”

  He let out a chuckle before pushing off the doorframe and slowly stalking towards you. You noticed then, one hand held a small gift bag but it was quickly tucked behind his back, as his other hand fell to your hip. He was so close that his breath ghosted over your face when he spoke.

  “Sweetheart, I can get you out of that dress in seconds. I’m more skilled than you think,” his lips took yours for a quick, gentle kiss.

  You smirked against his lips, before kissing him back gently. He pulled you closer after he pulled away, to pepper kisses all over your face, and you giggled.

  “Don’t mess up my makeup,” you let out a full laugh as you pushed him away slightly.

  Logan laughed too but stopped at your request.

  “I wish we didn’t have to attend this thing tonight. I would much rather see that dress on my floor.”

  “It would look much better there, but I’m proud of you for attending this event.”

  Logan’s eyes softened. When he came crashing into your life, he was wild. Hardly ever sober, doing just about anything under the sun to numb his reality. When he started making his advances on you, you would withhold yourself on promises of him being sober for dates. You’d supported him through getting help, and now he was two months sober. He had told you once, it was something he had secretly wished for, for awhile, because it only chased things away temporarily, but he never knew how to go about getting clean.

  “Well I had this really amazing woman come into my life, and she makes me put in work so,” he trailed off with a smile that you matched.

  “She sounds amazing.”

  “Oh she is,” he pulled you to him once again for another kiss, and then the gift bag popped back into your head.

  “Did you get me something?” You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth as you looked from him to his hand.

  “I did,” a mischievous smirk crossed Logan’s features as he held it up.

  You stepped back slightly and took the bag. You pulled the tissue paper out, uncovering a plain white box. You looked up at Logan with furrowed brows, and he nodded for you to keep going. You opened the box and found you had been wanting for a long time. Something for you and Logan to enjoy together. A Lovense vibrator. You smirked as you looked up at him.

  “You got me one?!”

  “That I did,” he smirked again, and you knew at a glance that he was up to something.

  “Why’d you give it to me tonight?”

  “Because you are going to wear it at the event tonight.”

  You let out a small gasp, and you felt the walls of your pussy clench in anticipation. The one wild thing about Logan that he didn’t loose, and thank god he didn’t, was his sex drive. He had adjusted well to monogamy, but he was still kinky, with wild ideas that sent you ablaze. Publicly teasing you was on the top of his list, and even though you felt some nerves bubble up in your stomach, you were also excited.

  “It’s already charged and ready to go.”

  Logan stepped back, taking the toy with him. He crooked his finger for you follow, and you obeyed. He nodded to the bed, and you sat down. He gently pushed you back, till you were propped up on your elbows. You opened your legs, which made Logan lick his lips as his eyes traced over you.

  “Open,” he demanded as he moved the bigger part of the vibrator towards your mouth.

You did as he asked and took it, sucking on it while keeping your eyes locked with his the entire time. He pulled it from your lips with a pop, and then moved your panties over to the side. You let out a whine at the cool air against your wet center. Logan bent and when he looked up at you, his eyes were lust blown.

  “Already so wet Princess,” the pet name made you clench again.

  He pulled out his phone and sat it next to your leg on the bed. You glanced down seeing he had the app for controlling the vibrator open. He slipped it over your clit, still off, slowly. You let out a soft moan as you looked down, watching him. He caught your eyes before moving to his phone, and making the toy come to life. You jumped and let out a moan, your eyes fluttering closed. Then he started to push it higher and higher until your legs were almost shaking, and then it was gone. Your eyes flew open, and you were met with the shit eating grin across Logan’s face.

  “Oh my sweet girl. You won’t be coming until we get home this evening, and if you do you’ll be punished.”

  “But…why?” You asked as you panted slightly.

  “Just for fun of course Princess.”

  You felt your pulse jump, and once again your pussy fluttered at the thought. Logan, without anymore teasing slipped it inside of you, and you jumped slightly at the feeling. It wasn’t very big or noticeable, but just enough. He fixed the other end over your clit, and held it in place until he pulled your panties back over, keeping nestled snug against you. He helped you from the bed and you fixed yourself quickly, gulping at the feeling of the toy inside of you. It suddenly came to life, and you let out a yelp, and Logan let out what you swore was an evil laugh.

  “Now now Princess, you can’t be doing that tonight. People can’t know,” he smirked before he turned it off and held out his arm, like he hadn’t done a single thing wrong.

  You gave him a glare and let out a shaky breath, before you laced your arm within his. This was about to be the longest night of your life.

  You swore this gala was going to last for forever. You were ready to pull your hair out at this point. Teetering on the edge of an orgasm for most of the night. Logan had been relentless. He was nice enough to not turn it on when he introduced you to important people and while you spoke with his no good father, but other than that he had been a little shit. You had no idea why you agreed to this. Overall the thought sent a shiver through you. The looks that Logan would pass to you from across the room while sipping his drink, phone in hand and a smirk on his face. He something else entirely, but all you wanted right now was to come. You were wound up, and at this point it was becoming almost painful. According to Logan you’d kept your composure throughout the night, which was a relief to you.

  You sat at a table, while he mingled. You sipped at your water, and picked at the food that had been served. People would come up and speak with you, and you would put on your best face. But for the most part this was for investors, and you were just Logan’s plus one. That was perfectly fine, especially right now. The vibrator came to life within you again, and it was turned all the way up. You pushed your thighs together under the table, and gripped a napkin in one hand and the edge of the table with the other. Your entire body tensed, and then you melted when the vibrations suddenly stopped. You licked your lips and looked down, closing your eyes to collect yourself for a short moment. A hand on your shoulder made you jump, and when you turned Logan was smirking like a damn cat as he took the seat next to you.

  “You alright Princess, you look flushed?” He furrowed his brows but with knowing look in his eyes.

  “You know perfectly well what’s wrong with me, Logan Delos,” you snapped but you kept a light undertone to your words.

  “Don’t get snippy with me Princess,” he paused to turn the vibrator up again, and your eyes closed. “I can make it worse.”

  “I don’t think you can make it any worse. Logan, please,” your eyes opened and you looked at him, begging.

  “Now now Princess, we discussed this. You don’t get to come until the event is over. You only have,” he checked his watch, the vibrator still going inside of you. “An hour and a half.”

  The vibrator stopped and your body relaxed, but as you brought your drink to your lips your hand was shaking.

  “I do enjoy seeing you like this. Controlling your orgasm, making them mine, see what it does to me Princess,” Logan spoke low enough for only you to hear, as he grabbed your other wrist and guided your hand to his rock hard cock, straining against his pants. “See, you’re not the only one uncomfortable, Princess. I’m going to destroy you later.”

  The last words were a whisper in your ear and then he was up. He bent to kiss your temple.

  “I’m going to mingle some more, come with me,” his play on words made you glare up at him, and with a chuckle he took your hand and pulled you up.

  He kept his hand on the small of your back, guiding you through the crowd as he searched people out. He came up to a group of important looking men and their dates.

  “Ahhhh Logan!” One man spoke as he stuck his hand out.

  “Mason you bastard, I didn’t know you’d be here!” They both shared a laugh as Logan took his hand and they pulled each other into one of those bro hugs.

  Mason’s girlfriend leaned over, “you being tortured as well?”

  Her words made you gulp, but when you looked over at her you knew what she really meant.

  “Oh yeah. I love dressing up, but most of what’s said is going right over my head.” The both of you laughed.

  “Girl I understand completely.” She laced her arm with yours as she rolled her eyes and took a sip of her drink.

  You watched Logan closely and knew what was coming. He had one hand in his pocket now, along with his phone, and you had watched his finger move. Your jaw tensed and you pushed your legs together the best you could while standing. Your knees were already weak, but they were turning to jello. You had to keep yourself together or you were going to fall to the ground any second.

  “Excuse me. I need to go to the ladies room,” you leaned over and spoke to the girl.

  You turned to look at Logan, who gave you a nod and then a wink. You gave him a small smile and forced your legs to move towards the restrooms. You were greeted with wonderful silence. Not a single other soul was in there. You went for the farthest stall and the moment you touched the door, the vibrator turned on max. Your hand flew over your mouth to stop the moan that came tumbling out. You knew if he didn’t stop it soon you were going to tumble over the edge, but then again how would he know. You leaned into the pleasure now and let it take you. You kept your hand over your mouth and a hand gripping your dress, as your legs shook and you tumbled over the edge. You panted as you came back down, and soon after the vibrator stopped once again.

  You let out a shaky breath and straightened yourself. You brushed your hands down your dress and cleared your throat, before you moved out of the stall. You went to the sink and splashed water on your face, gathering yourself. With one more final breath, you stepped out of the restroom. You looked up,  only to be met with Logan’s eyes from across the room. They were ablaze and you wondered what had happened, as you went back to the table and sat down. You took a generous gulp of water and settled yourself slightly.

  “You alright Princess?” Logan asked, an edge of knowing in his voice.

  “I’m fine,” you looked at him with a smile, plastering innocence all over your face.

  His fingers brushed at your neck, and then grabbed at your shoulder, before he bent down next to your ear.

  “I know what just happened in that bathroom Princess.”

  “H…how?” You gulped but you didn’t look his way.

  “I know how you look after you come. It’s one of my favorite looks on you. No matter how beautiful it is, you’re still getting punished for not following my rule.”

  You gulped, feeling the sting of guilt race through you.

  “Come now Princess,” Logan spoke as he straightened, and moved so you could get up.

His hand fell to your lower back, his thumb brushing at the fabric, as he lead you away from the crowd. The two of you made your way down a hallway, and with one look back to check your surroundings, Logan opened the door and directed you inside. The gala venue also housed offices and random meeting rooms. You and Logan were in the most private place you could be in the building, but the chance of someone coming in was still there. It made all of this more exciting, and nerve wracking.

  “Relax, I can hide you within seconds. Just pretend we’re alone,” Logan spoke as he stepped behind you, as his fingers started to work at your dress.

  Soon the fabric fell to a puddle on the floor around your feet and, besides your underwear, you were completely bare for Logan. He walked around you like a hunter circling his prey, before stopping directly in front of you.

  “So beautiful,” he whispered as his finger slid down your cheek, before tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

  He was always like this before dishing out a punishment, or even before things were about to get intense. Just a check in for you.

  “You remember your rules Princess?”

  “Yes Sir.”

  “Very good.”

  Logan turned and walked towards the couch that sat in the middle of the room, two arm chairs across from it and a coffee table in the middle. There was a wall full of bookshelves and a fire place. The other wall had a bar and a writing desk. You watched him as he discarded his jacket, laying it over a chair before removing his tie and doing the same. He rolled his white button up shirt to his elbows and you could have melted on the spot. This was one of your favorite versions of Logan. It never failed to make you practically drool. He sat on the edge of the couch before looking up at you with dark eyes, a smirk, and patted his thigh. You moved forward on weak knees, noting his phone was out next to him. The reminder of the vibrator still inside of you made your pulse pound in your ears. You stopped on one side of his legs, and he reached up before situating you over his lap in the perfect position.

  “Arms,” he ordered, and giving him your full trust, you put your arms behind your back.

  He tucked them together where he could keep both your wrist grasped in one hand. His other hand fixed your hair gently before settling softly on your ass, already making you jump. Logan simply chuckled.

  “You know why you are being punished Princess?”

  “Yes Sir. I disobeyed you.”

  “Very good. How many do you think you deserve?”

  “Ten?” You spoke, being unsure of your answer.

  “I think ten will do. Now remember to count and if you mess up I start over.”

  “Yes Sir,” you breathed.

  “Remember you can stop this at anytime, and breathe okay?”

  “Yes Sir.”

  “Good girl,” he spoke softly, and then he grabbed your panties and pulled them up slightly, pushing the vibrator harder against you.

  You let out a soft moan at the feeling and slight friction on your clit. Then he was gone and knew what was coming. You tried not to tense but you always did. Logan’s hand came crashing down on your right cheek, and you let out a yelp.

  “One,” you spoke, making sure to be loud enough.

  Logan squeezed before his hand was gone, and back again on the left cheek.

  “Two.”

  He repeated the process until he got to five and the sting blooming. He paused, his thumb on the hand holding yours brushing at your skin as a gentle reminder. Then the vibrator came to life at full force inside of you. You let out a moan and then his hand was crashing back down again, but this time much harder.

  “Six!” You practically screamed the number at the mixture of pain and pleasure.

  Another hard strike against your other cheek, and tears were gathering in your eyes.

  “Seven!” You whimpered out this time.

  Another, once again hard and you jumped, your whole body shaking.

  “Eight,” this time it slipped out in a sob.

  The vibrator stopped and you relaxed slightly, panting.

  “These last two times will be very hard. You okay?”

  “Yes Sir,” and you were okay, everything just felt intense.

  Logan’s hand came crashing down and you let out a cry this time. It wasn’t the most painful thing you had ever felt, and you had spankings like this before, but it had been awhile.

  “Nine,” again the number fell from your lips with a sob.

  The next one came crashing down, and you pushed out the last number on a whisper. Logan had you up in seconds. His face full of concern, as he gently wiped away your tears.

  “Shhhh Princess. You did good,” he praised, and you panted, trying to gather yourself.

  He sat you up on the couch, and the second your burning ass hit the cool leather you let out a hiss.

  “Let’s get these panties off. I want to see just how soaking wet you are. Even though there is plenty of evidence here Princess,” Logan smirked, and you looked up at him smirking softly.

  He bent, pulling your panties down with his fingers, exposing your soaking pussy to the cool air of the room.

  “Fuck Princess. You are a mess,” Logan smirked and then he dove.

  He never removed the vibrator, but he licked at you cleaning up the mess around your hole. He moved the piece on your clit to give the sensitive bundle of nerves a few licks, his eyes on you to see how you react.

  “Logan please,” you beg, throwing him the best puppy dog eyes you can.

  “You did take your punishment so so well, and this is such a beautiful mess. I think I may need to fuck this beautiful pussy. What do you think Princess?” Logan spoke as he stood, his hand coming to your center, two fingers entering along side the vibrator.

  He leaned over you now and you looked up at him, giving him a quick eager nod.

  “Please Sir please,” you begged which you knew he loved, as you kept eye contact.

  He stopped, pulling his fingers out, causing you to whimper before he kissed your forehead. Then he was pulling you up and guiding you to the desk. It was a clean dark wooden service, and it would be the perfect height. Logan hoisted you up on the flat top and opened your legs.

  “We are going to keep this inside of you,” he glanced up at you and you let out a moan at the thought.

  Logan simply unzipped his fly to pull himself out, which only drove you more crazy. You watched as he removed himself from his pants, licking your lips as you saw how hard he was. You watched him as he stroked himself a few times before lining himself up with your entrance. He was slower than normal, stretching you more with the vibrator still buried inside of you. Your mouth dropped in a silent gasp as you watched him penetrate you. Logan’s eyes glanced up at you, as he continued to inch inside of you.

  “You’re doing so good Princess. Taking me so well,” he groaned as he finally bottomed out and your walls clenched.

  You couldn’t describe the feeling that shivered through you. Logan brought up his phone, holding still as he turned the vibrator on high. Both of you let out a moan and then Logan started to move. His lips fell to yours, taking you with so much need, as his thrusts started to get quicker and harder by the second. You’ve grasped at the edge of the desk, trying to keep yourself steady, even though you could feel your orgasm coming like a massive wave. Logan kept your lips locked to his until air was a must, but he didn’t go far. His forehead fell to yours as he picked up speed.

  “Fuck Logan that feels so good,” you whined out, your voice broken as you looked down, watching as he fucked you.

  “You going to cum for me Princess?”

  You couldn’t answer, just simply nodded your head rapidly. Logan’s thrusts became sloppy.

  “Come on Princess, cum with me,” he groaned out and your head flew back.

  You let out a loud moan, not caring if anyone heard. Your legs trembled almost violently as your walls clenched, as you came around his cock and the vibrator. Your hand reached out for his, and he grasped you and stilled inside of you. He let out a groan, before kissing you hard and deep as he emptied himself inside of you. He let himself finish before he was pulling out, but never turned the vibrator off. Your eyes widened at the overstimulation, but he kept it steady just as another quick rising orgasm that crashed over you, before you could utter a word to him. He watched you with careful eyes and then stopped. Your body trembled and tears streaked your face at the overwhelming pleasure.

  “Shhhhh that was such a good girl for me Princess. You did so good,” Logan praised as he kissed at different parts of your face, trying to bring you back to earth.

  You finally felt yourself calm slightly, and forced your heavy lidded eyes open to find dark eyes staring back.

  “That was…” you let out a laugh and Logan chuckled.

  “I know. Now let’s get you cleaned up and get out of here. My girl needs rest now,” another kiss to your forehead and you nodded softly. “This isn’t going to be pleasant okay?”

  Logan took the vibrator within his fingers, and you gave him a nod before he slowly and gently pulled it out. You let out a hiss and then a sigh. Logan moved your legs gently back together and off the desk, before helping you with your dress.

  “I think I’m going to keep these in my pocket,” Logan smirked as he wrapped the vibrator in your panties, and tucked them in his pocket.

  You smirked and then ran your fingers through your hair.

  “Do I look like I was just fucked within an inch of my life?” You asked him with a smirk, as you smoothed your hands over your dress.

  “Not at all. You look beautiful. I don’t think I’ve told you that tonight.”

  “You have and thank you Logan. You don’t look so bad yourself.”

  Logan let out a chuckle as he walked to you, tilting your chin up with his fingers. He leaned down and this time placed a gentle but deep kiss on your lips. One that you returned with a soft smile.

  “Now let’s get you home.”

  “Be happy there are people out there.”

  “Why is that?” Logan asked with a smirk as the two of you started for the door.

  “Because otherwise you would be carrying me out of here. I won’t be able to walk for a week.”

  “That only means I did my job right Princess.”

  “That it does.”

  The two of you walked out of the office with shared chuckles. You were met with knowing eyes as the two of you walked through the room and outside into the night air. The two of you paused, Logan’s hand on your back, and looked back before looking at each other. Then you both let out full belly laughs, before Logan pulled you in for one more kiss.

  “We’re never going to hear the end of this.”

  “We will be the story told at this event for years to come.”

  Both of you let out one more full laughter before heading to Logan’s car to head home.

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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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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Hi! Can you do a what it would be like to date Billy Russo/Darkling/Logan Delos/any other of Ben's characters post?

Hi! Of course, thank you for asking 😊 this got a little more fic like than I intended 😳

I think it's pretty gender neutral overall (except with the Darkling and his Tsaritsa)

Dating the Darkling / Billy Russo / Logan Delos / Caspian / +Sirius Black (because why not? 😇😈😉)

note: I have not seen much of Westworld so I'm making a lot of assumptions about Logan

• Billy Russo masterlist • Main Masterlist • Moodboards masterlist •

Dating the Darkling

The biggest problem with him (from a matchmaking point of view) is his immortality.

I don't think he would even entertain the idea of being with someone who's not as powerful as he is or doesn't have the potential to be. He has seen enough people die to learn to not get attached to mortals.

When he realises he found his equal, he fights tooth and nail to get them. It's not necessarily love at that point, more like a desperate fixation, rooted in fear of being alone forever.

He charms you effortlessly.

Yes, he manipulates and lies or tells half-truths when it suits him but he means no harm with that (at least not to you).

Slowly he starts to truly fall in love and lets his guard down, so much so that fragments of the truth slip here and there and his Milaya starts to put the pieces together.

When his secret is out and he gets confronted he kinda guilts you into giving him another opportunity with things like "Would you have given me a chance if you knew?" and "I was so afraid to lose the only light in my life after so many years of darkness."

He makes promises to you that he's not sure he can keep

He is crafty and diabolical if he needs to be but seducing you (even more) takes all his efforts because you are on your guard now.

It takes a long time to get you to trust him again but he is patient and after all, you have all the time in the world.

He feels a weird excitement in corrupting you ever so slowly until you fall for his charms again.

He seals the deal as soon as he knows he has you.

Aleksander marries you a week within the proposal.

A few years go by and you get stronger than ever. Together.

You mature over this time and you see through your husband more and more but the war also hardens you and you start to see things his way, meanwhile, he gets a teeny tiny bit softer (in his old age - you joke) but that all fades away in a moment if anyone threatens you or puts you in harm's way.

The Tsar's last mistake is to try to assassinate you when he begins to fear your husband's power and influence.

Aleksander starts a war for you.

He planned this for a long time but wasn't prepared to care for you or for your life to be threatened like this.

So all his carefully planned strategies go out the window and he uses his power to claim the throne.

His darkness consumes him and he makes some bad decisions but for the second time since you met him, you drag him out of the shadows and this time you take your place beside him as his equal.

His Milaya becomes his Tsaritsa.

Aleksander never tries to control you again and you find your way back to the freedom you never realised you've lost.

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417 notes - Posted February 12, 2022

#4

Imagine Jake being your parents' favourite in-law even before your relationship turned serious

You have no idea how it happened. All boyfriends, girlfriends and spouses of yours and your siblings' were despised by either your mother or your father, or by both.

That arrogant, cocky, adorable jerk somehow managed to charm your entire family on the first occasion you took him home for the holidays.

Your siblings wanted to hate him on principle. Because how come golden boy earns the stamp of approval after they have all been through? But Jake has sisters, and he knows how these things work.

Hangman was on a mission, and he never failed one. Ever.

By the end of the night, basically everyone was planning your wedding to Jake. Which is a good thing, since he has been doing the same since your first date. Now, it's time to change the mission parameters because while he could easily wrap everyone else around his finger, you were a tough nut to crack. But that's okay, he liked challenges and the reward was definitely worth the wait.

714 notes - Posted November 5, 2022

#3

Not yet

Darkling x Reader

Summary: You just don't want to get up from bed yet...

Warnings: tooth-rotting sweetness, a teeny tiny bit of angsty moment, implying some extensive lovemaking

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726 notes - Posted May 12, 2022

#2

Had your fun?

Jake Seresin x Reader

Summary: Uhm... Jake doing push ups?

Warning: playful frenemies with serious tension going on

Hangman is competitive even in the gym. He likes to show off.

They are doing push-ups with Roosters and Jake brags that he could outdo him even with one arm.

You, the unfortunate judge in their pissing contest, roll your eyes at that. And Jake, who can barely take his eyes off of you when you are in the same room, sees that and starts to involve you in the dispute too.

"What? You don't believe me?"

You just raise your eyebrows at him, clearly doubting how far he could go. Then you get an idea and you flash him a rather diabolical smile that has he's knees weakened for a moment.

When you step closer to him and lean down, he huffs a laugh out at your slurty-voiced question.

"Sure you can take it, tough guy?"

The smug smirk says 'bring it on'. So you do.

Jake froze in place, arms straight as he felt you push on his middle and when you hear him laugh again you decide to add to the challenge and slowly sit on his back.

As soon as you are secure, Jake gets back to his previous rhythm, not even a hint of strain or intention of slowing down.

When Rooster takes in the scene, he knows Hangman probably doesn't even remember he's still in the room. The both of you are too deep in the play with each other.

His suspicion is confirmed when you only notice that he stopped, stood up and got his bag when he dropped it next to you.

"I'm done," is all he says before he heads out as he hears your comment to the man under you.

"What? That's it for you too, Hangman?"

Bradley turns back when he hears your yelp. Seeing how Jake has thrown you off his back and moved to cage you in under him, resuming the push-ups.

"Had your fun, sweetheart?" You are rendered speechless as the blonde whispers so close to you.

Bending so low that he can press his body against yours, Jake is grazing your nose with his as your lips almost touch before pushing away again.

Shaking his head, Rooster yells back at you two to "get a room" before he leaves.

737 notes - Posted November 18, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

What happens in Vegas

Jake Seresin x Reader

Summary: After a disastrous family gathering supposedly celebrating their engagement, Rooster and Phoenix decide to get married in Vegas with the squad and a few friends present and somehow you wake up in the last place you ever expected to be...

Warnings: enemies to lovers, nudity, implied/mentions of (drunk) sex, leaving this kinda empty bc it would be too much spoiler about the plot, pff what plot?, size difference, unprotected sex, some warnings left out so dead dove do not eat

note: most of the original draft was left out from this, including the smut, soooo maybe part 2 coming soon? 🙈

~ 800 word

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1,109 notes - Posted November 13, 2022

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[something-tofightfor]

Guess Who?

1.5k follower celebration #1

Pairing: Logan Delos x Reader (HCtS)

Word Count: 1293

Rating: None, really. This is pretty tame. 

Here we go! My first post for the entries for the 1.5k event, and it’s for @pheedraws! This one was a heck of a lot of fun to write, because I’ve missed Mr. and Mrs. Delos... let’s see what they’ve been up to since ‘Appreciate It’ ... and how Logan is dealing with staying somewhat quarantined. 

“This wasn’t a good idea, Lo.” You wrinkled your nose at your husband, pausing. “We don’t have to -” 

 “Yes we do.” The man’s tone was sharp, and though you knew that it wasn’t directly at you, it made you sigh. “What are our other options?” We don’t have any. You tilted your head back, staring up at the slowly darkening  sky for a few moments, and then looked back down at the table in front of you. Here we go. 

 “Does your person have …” You squinted. “Brown eyes?” With a grumble, Logan picked the card up from the slot at the front of his game board and brought it closer to his face. 

 “Yes.” He tucked it back into the slot, and you began flicking down the tabs filled with cartoon images that did not have brown eyes, thinking. 

 “Does your person have hair?” Logan’s question caught you off guard, but you quickly replied with a yes, watching as the man flipped down a few impossible options of his own. “That was a stupid question.” He frowned. “There are only four of ‘em that don’t -”

 “Not a stupid question, Logan, it’s part of the game.” You tapped your fingers against the glass of iced tea sitting on the table next to you, the tips of them dampened by the condensation running down the glass. “My turn.” He looked back up at you, waiting. “Is your person wearing a hat?” 

 “No, she -” He winced. “Fuck!” Logan swore loudly, closing his eyes. “They are not wearing a hat.” Fighting back laughter at the expression on his face, you flipped down the people wearing hats, and then after a short pause, also flipped down all of the remaining men. Sorry, Lo. “Oh, come on, that’s not…” He sighed. “What do you have, like three options left?” 

 “Logan, I told you that we didn’t have to play. All of these are here for Em when she’s over, and I’m not sure why you thought that we…” He was staring at you, his eyes focused, and even though you could tell he was annoyed you also saw something else behind the expression. “When you suggested game night, I thought we’d play something on the PlayStation or the Switch, not...” You trailed off. “Why do you have that look on your face? You look like -”

 “I’m sick of sitting in the house.” He ran a hand through his hair - which was much longer than you’d ever seen it, the ends of the strands curling around his neck and almost to his shoulders. “It’s been months, and I just …” He sighed. “Leavin’ to go into work is one thing, but we…”

 “I know it sucks, Logan, but think of it this way… if we don’t go out, no one can spin stories about us.” The game abandoned, you stood and walked to his side of the table, waiting for him to scoot his chair back so that you could lower yourself sideways onto his lap. “I know things are a lot different now than they were a couple months ago, but it’s good press for us to be…” You gestured toward the house with your left hand. “Here instead of out in Hollywood or Calabasas or…” You ran your fingers through his hair absently, watching as he turned his face up to look at you. “Delos has shifted their focus to the medical field over the past few years, and it looks good when the CEO is on board with doing whatever he has to to -” You were cut off as he pulled your face to his for a kiss, Logan’s lips pressed to yours in a way that you’d never get sick of. You know I’m right. 

 “But we…” He sighed, kissing you once more before releasing you. “You’re right. That one time we went out to dinner and downtown, they had a field day, didn’t they.” You nodded, still combing through his hair. He should keep this, even when… things are back to normal and he wouldn’t get crucified for getting it cut, even by a Host. You felt your lips lifting at the thought. “They should stick to giving the real celebrities shit and not me.” 

 “What did you tell me when we got married in Vegas?” You pressed your hand to his chest, eyes moving down briefly to look at the rings you wore. “It comes with the territory?” He laughed at that. “There’s plenty of time for them to take pictures of you - of us when all this is over and everything’s open again.” His eyes locked on you, you winked at him. “Your person’s Susan, by the way.” 

 He didn’t say anything, though his gaze dropped back to his rack of cards, and yours followed. Bingo. With two fingers, you plucked the card from the slot, grinning and holding it up in front of your husband’s face, watching as his frown deepened. He hates losing. 

 “You know, Lo…” You shifted on his lap, letting the card fall to the table and hoping that it didn’t blow away. “I know you guys try to keep the Hosts kind of a mystery until the guests get into the Parks … but did your marketing team ever think to make games featuring some of them? The ones in the ads and brochures, at least?” His eyes widening slightly, you continued. “Of course you can market it any way you want, but you know it would entice some of the Guests to try and find Hosts that they hadn’t otherwise…” 

 “I’m sure it’s been brought up, our people are…” He groaned as your hands dropped to his shoulders, fingers digging in as you moved them in slow circles. “They’re good with stuff like that, but I’ll mention it to the marketing lead next time I talk to…” He groaned again, arms moving to your waist and then going around it, one hand settled on your hip. “That feels…” He went silent as you continued to work on his muscles, his head drooping down and your eyes out on the sand of the beach beyond your yard as Logan relaxed under your touch.

 I’ve gotta do something. You let out a breath as your hands moved lower, Logan resting his forehead against your shoulder for a few seconds before turning his head to kiss the side of your neck, lips moving over the skin almost lazily. He saw Juliet at work when they both needed to be in the office for things, but Logan hadn’t seen Emily or Isaac in person in months, nor had he spent time with Mark outside of video calls. But it’s best. They have to be better than… You thought of the other people that you, Logan and Juliet commonly shared the pages of the tabloids with, rolling your eyes even though he couldn’t see it. All of them. And he is. They are, but … I bet I can get them over here to swim and to eat without…

 Your mind working, you didn’t even realize that your hands had moved to the front of Logan’s chest, pushing him away from you. “Hey.” His voice startled you, and you shook yourself back to attention. “What are you thinking about?” Don’t tell him yet. Make sure it can happen first.

 “Just trying to figure something out for you.” You raised one eyebrow. “But I’m not gonna tell you what it is.” His eyes lighting up, Logan searched your face for a few seconds, but seemed satisfied with the answer. “Want to pl-”

 “No.” He slid an arm beneath your knees as he pushed the chair back even further. “No, I can think of a much better game to play with you tonight.” 

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[delos-mio]

I have seen a few of the submissions for @littleferal ‘s Iron Chef writing challenge (see prompt below), and I love the idea. I think it’s such a clever and fun way to get the creative juices flowing! Thanks for putting this on and for the inspo. Most of the entries I’ve seen have been Pedro characters…so I hope it’s ok I’m deviating from that! Anyways, here’s a little self-indulgent Logan drabble for anyone interested!

As always, it’s 18+. And spicy-adjacent heh

Please enjoy and if you wanna tap in, check out all the challenge details here 💕

… … …

The house was eerily quiet when you came home from work. Not even the tv was turned on for background noise. You let your keys clang loudly into the ceramic dish on the counter.

“Logan?”

But no response came. The last thing he texted you this afternoon was about him leaving work early after yet another row with William. Which begged the question…where was Logan?

You continued down the hallway toward the master bedroom. Finally, you picked out just the faintest murmur of classical music. So, he was home after all. You kicked your heels haphazardly into the closet and silently pushed open the door to the en-suite. There he was, eyes closed, breathing slowly in the glow of candlelight surrounding the bathtub. Amber permeated the air creating a scent that was so distinctly Logan; you couldn’t help but smile. You perched carefully on the edge of the bath and dipped your fingers into the warm water, swirling little tides near Logan.

“She’s home,” he drawled, not opening his eyes. “I was worried I wasn’t going to get to see you all lathered up in my lap.”

“Who says you’re still going to?” You chuckled, flicking a bit of water at Logan’s face. He cringed but smiled, finally opening his dark eyes to bore into yours.

“Get in here,” he said firmly. It was the tone that commanded obedience, and damn him, you fell for it every time.

You attempted to make quick work of your skirt, but you heard Logan tutting. He had adjusted so his arms stretched out along the rim of the tub, a smug demonstration that he was going to enjoy the show. “Slower,” he purred. You tried to indulge him, and slowly shimmied out of your skirt, letting it pool at your ankles before stepping out of it. Your hands went to your collar, trying to move too quickly again. “Slower, baby.” His voice was reverent, almost pleading. And how could you deny him a little teasing? You popped the buttons of your blouse one at a time, fingers lingering too long on your skin, tracing your cleavage. One of Logan’s hands disappeared below the surface of the water, his breathing high in his chest. “Goddamn, I can’t wait to have you around my cock.”

“The way you flirt is shameless,” you teased with a fond roll of your eyes. But if you were being honest, Logan’s bluntness and filthy mouth were two of the things you loved most about him. Once naked, you stepped carefully into the bath, Logan offering his free hand to help steady you before settling you in his lap, his arousal gracelessly pressing into your thigh.

“Missed you today,” he whispered into the skin of your neck.

“Missed you too.” You brought your hand to his chest, softly tracing circles into his damp skin. He kissed along your shoulder, hands restless under the water as he explored your shape for the millionth time, but he treated each time like the first.

[its-my-little-dumpster-fire]

This is where the Dumpsterflames are kindled.

Billy Russo   

.......... (The Punisher, 2017-2019)

Caspian X     

.......... (Prince Caspian, 2008, Voyage of the Dawn Treader, 2010)

John Whittaker     

.......... (Easy Virtue, 2008)

Josh Sawyer    

.......... (Locked In, 2010)

Logan Delos    

.......... (Westworld, 2016)

Neil McCormick     

.......... (Killing Bono, 2011)

Ryan Brenner    

.......... (Jackie & Ryan, 2014)

Samuel Adams     

.......... (Sons of Liberty, 2015)

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MYSTERY DRABBLE EVENT

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[breanime]

Breanime’s Masterlist

Collage created by the fantastic @songtoyou

New and (hopefully?) improved masterlist of all of my series, oneshots, and drabbles. I’m going to try to keep this updated, so... wish me luck!     * =sexual situations (read with caution, chapters are marked for series)

Billy Russo Oneshots (The Punisher)

Billy Russo Series Masterlist (The Punisher)

Logan Delos Masterlist (Westworld)

Jax Teller Masterlist (Sons of Anarchy)

Sirius Black Masterlist (Harry Potter)

Caspian X (Chronicles of Narnia)

Diego Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy) 

Sam Adams Masterlist (Sons of Liberty)

Luther Hargreeves x Reader (The Umbrella Academy)

Nick Amaro Masterlist (Law and Order: SVU)

Miguel Galindo Masterlist (Mayans MC)

Coco Cruz Masterlist (Mayans MC)

Angel Reyes Masterlist (Mayans MC)

EZ Reyes Masterlist (Mayans MC)

Rio Masterlist (Good Girls)

Johnny Tuturro Masterlist (Graceland)

Chris Zapata Masterlist (Undrafted)

Manny Masterlist (Mayans MC)

Tommy Shelby Masterlist (Peaky Blinders)

Evan Buckley Masterlist (911)

Robb Stark Masterlist (Game of Thrones)

Jon Snow Masterlist (Game of Thrones)

Aemond Targaryen Masterlist (House of the Dragons)

Bre's Random Thots: HOTD and TLK Edition (Aemond Targaryen, Sihtric Kjartansson, Finan the Agile)

Bre’s Boys Preferences Masterlist (Billy Russo, Logan Delos, Jax Teller, Coco Cruz, Rio, etc.)

Crime Family AU Masterlist

Prompt Drabbles (Coco Cruz, Nick Amaro, Miguel Galindo, Billy Russo, Logan Delos)

200 Prompts Drabbles (Billy Russo, Coco Cruz, Caspian X, Nick Amaro, Logan Delos, Miguel Galindo)

BreAnime’s 800 Followers Event Blurbs Link (Billy Russo, Logan Delos, James Potter, Caspian)

Breanime’s Drabble Event (Logan Delos, Billy Russo, Sirius Black, Caspian X, Nick Amaro, Miguel Galindo, Coco Cruz, Jax Teller)

Breanime’s Drabble Event Part Two (Billy Russo, Caspian X, Logan Delos, Sirius Black, Sam Adams, Jax Teller, Angel Reyes, Coco Cruz, Nick Amaro)

Breanime’s 2000 Followers Event (Billy Russo, Sirius Black, Logan Delos, Caspian X, Coco Cruz, Angel Reyes, Jax Teller, Rio)

Bre’s Prompts Drabbles Event (Billy Russo, Jax Teller, Coco Cruz, Angel Reyes, Rio, Johnny Tuturro, Chris Zapata)

Bre’s Prompts List Drabbles Event (Billy Russo, Jax Teller, Coco Cruz, Angel Reyes, Rio, Johnny Tuturro, etc.)

Gif Drabbles (Jax Teller, Angel Reyes, Rio, Tommy Shelby, Pietro Maximoff, etc.)

Gif Drabbles (again) (Daenerys Targaryen, Rio, Frenchie, Buck, etc.)

***For character specific drabbles, search that character’s name on my blog (ex: Billy Russo x Reader, Miguel Galindo x Reader, etc.)

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Dark Passion Play Masterlist

As the young wife of a rich man, you don’t feel loved, appreciated, taken seriously. You’re not happy. You’re just someone who can be held in shackles, useful only as a thing to show off at who knows where. However, your life has changed its course some months back; you met Logan Delos. This man treats you better than your husband ever could and you want to start a new life together with him. The only obstacle on this road is your husband who isn’t keen on letting go of you.  But you and Logan have made a plan that could give you the opportunity to start a new life - together.

ONGOING

C H A P T E R S

Prologue: Bang, Bang / Left, Right, Left

Chapter 1: Join in My Tomorrows

[ofstarsandvibranium]

I really wanna write some oneshots in the Delos-Russo brothers universe sooooo if yall have any suggestions, that’d be aces.

Here’s an idea of the AU that I’ve made up:

The Delos-Russo Boys

The Delos-Russo Boys: Double Trouble

[kiwi-peaches-blog]

Fic recommendations

Disclaimer: none of the below are my own work, they're just a few of my favourite pieces. If any author doesn't like their work linked here, please dm me and I will take it down.

Posted 14/03/2022

Updated 02/04/2022

Marvel

Matt Murdock

Memory

Appreciation

Moan for me

The devil of hell's shower

Lingered affection (series)

Rooftop rendezvous- part 1 part 2 part 3

Ghost of you

Amour sans fin

Billy Russo

Billy Russo fics

Billy Russo fics 2

Billy Russo fics 3

A woman scorned & A woman reborn ( series)

Love and war - Part 1 Part 2 ( series)

Imagine being a vigilante and occasionally taking small jobs for Billy Russo- part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5

Frank Castle

Slipping though my fingers

Liar- Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 (series)

Love in the art of flowers- pink yellow white lavender red (series)

Gentle Giant

I pray that you will see the light ( reader is Frank's oldest child, gn)

Ready? (teen autistic reader)

Over

The big, bad, punisher

After dark

Complicated

Kiss it better

Familiarity

Sam Wilson

Forever

Doctor Who

The Master (Dhawan)

Remastered series- the crimson horror nightmare in silver new earth the pandorica opens the halloween apocalypse the husbands of river song

In sickness and health

Missy

Our own

Call me missy

13th Doctor

You're bleeding

I'm not going anywhere

The doctor's wife

Hannibal

Hannibal Lector + Will Graham + Reader

Hannibal rewrite (Hannibal x Will x reader series)

Hannibal masterlist part 1

Hannibal masterlist part 2

Will Graham

Lonely

Stay away from Hannibal Lector

Hunger Games

Finnick Odair

Pancakes and promises

Hold you close

Riverdale

FP Jones

Oh dear ( series)

The whyte wyrm

Peaky Blinders

Shelby sister

Fearful

Poison

Little lady blinder (series)

Tommy Shelby

The woman on the boat ( Series 6 spoilers!)

My problem doesn't come home much (oc)

Tell me Promises

Seasonal love

Sweet creature

Arthur Shelby

Is this my shirt?

Alfie Solomons

Choking on sapphires (series very long)

Vodka veins

The little things

The Walking dead

Daryl Dixon

The beginning is the end is the beginning ( series)

Late in the day ( series)

In silence- part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

Not this time

Plan A

Something found

Vanished - gone masks

Negan Smith

Lie to me

Rick Grimes

Frost

Bloodletting

Westworld

Logan Delos

Ex machina

Main street

Fight me you attractive stranger

Here comes the sun-iverse (series)

[marvelmusing]

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.

My Masterlist

“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.”

[dreamlandcreations]

Other Character's list

❌ dark(er) fic

🔥 smut

⚡angst

🤍 gender neutral reader (if not marked it’s a fem reader!!!)

🎱 mention of reader’s sexual orientation

🧸fluff / soft(ish) fic

💔 soulmate AU

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see the

• Main Masterlist •

for Boba Fett, Santiago Garcia, Andromache, The Darkling, Billy Russo, Outcome 3, Poe Dameron, Nathan Bateman, Duke Leto Atreides

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Star Wars

Jango Fett

Just a simple man - Jango Fett x half alien!Reader

Meeting • Trust • Stay 🔥🧸 • Life 🔥🧸 • Death⚡

You save him and he shows you there is more to life than fighting...

Speak Freely (epilogue of Just a simple man) ⚡🧸 - Boba Fett x half alien!Reader

Summary: Boba hasn't spoken Mando'a since the death of his father...

Darth Maul

Marvel

Bucky Barnes

True Love’s Kiss - **Steve x Bucky, **(Steve x Natasha) 🔥⚡🧸

Summary: The King of Northern America is engaged to the beautiful Princess Natasha of the Russian Empire, too bad he is falling for someone else…

Happily Ever After (part 2 of TLK) - **Steve x Bucky, **(Steve x Natasha) ❌🔥⚡🧸

Summary: Wanda returns to have her revenge...

Steve Rogers

True Love’s Kiss _ - **Steve x Bucky, **(Steve x Natasha)_ 🔥⚡🧸

Summary: The King of Northern America is engaged to the beautiful Princess Natasha of the Russian Empire, too bad he is falling for someone else…

Happily Ever After (part 2 of TLK) - **Steve x Bucky, **(Steve x Natasha) ❌🔥⚡🧸

Summary: Wanda returns to have her revenge...

Tony Stark

Doctor Strange

Pietro Maximoff

Erik Killmonger

Loki

Elektra

Casual fun - Elektra x Reader

Summary: Riding high on adrenaline, you find something else to ride too…

Matt Murdock

X-Men

Erik Lehnsherr

Charles Xavier

Remy LeBeau

Apocalypse

Lord of the Rings

Thranduil

Legolas

Haldir

Éomer

Foundation

Brother Day

Day & Night - Brother Day x Reader ❌🔥⚡🧸

Summary: You can't resist a challenge and what could be more daring than changing the fate of an Empire but you didn't calculate with the obstinate nature of Day...

Taboo

James Keziah Delaney

Triple Frontier

Will Miller

Dog Soldiers series (Love, Death & Robots - Shape-Shifters AU)

Part 1 - Santiago 'Pope' Garcia

Part 2 - William 'Ironhead' Miller

Part 3 - Benny Miller

Benny Miller

Little Miller - Benny Miller x Will's BFF!Reader 🔥

Summary: You are Will's new bestie and everyone (except the two of you) thinks you're gonna end up together but your love-hate relationship with his lil' bro takes an interesting turn when you find out his call sing, that they never actually use...

Dog Soldiers series (Love, Death & Robots - Shape-Shifters AU)

Part 1 - Santiago 'Pope' Garcia

Part 2 - William 'Ironhead' Miller

Part 3 - Benny Miller

Gentlemen

Raymond Smith

A deal is a deal - Ray Smith x half Asian!Reader

Bribing • The Offer • Deal • Business🔥⚡ • Pleasure 🔥🧸 •  All’s fair... 🧸 

Summary: You make an offer and you get yourself a Ray of Sunshine with the deal...

King Arthur - Legend of the Sword

King Arthur

All Hallows Eve - King Arthur x mage!Reader ⚡🧸

Summary: Staying at the castle, you train Arthur so he can wield the sword properly. When All Hallows Eve arrives, the dead wants to be heard…

The Legend of his Queen (part 2 of AHE) - King Arthur x mage!Reader ⚡🔥🧸

Summary: You fell in love with the King, even though you knew his destiny was to fall for someone else...

Good Omens

Crowley

Aziraphale

Vikings

Ragnar

Ubbe

Ivar

Mayans MC

Bishop Losa

I know what day it is - Bishop x Reader (season 3 episode 6 spoilers) ⚡🧸

Summary: On the anniversary of his son's death everything seems to align against him but you want to be there for him if he would just let you...

Angel's crush - Bishop x tattoo artist!Reader (season 3 episode 6 spoilers) ⚡🔥🧸

Summary: Angel keeps rambling about the artist who made his new tattoo at the latest Vegas run and even Bishop is intrigued by her...

One King - Bishop x vampire!Reader (Night Teeth AU) 🔥⚡

Summary: The vampire leaders of LA and Vegas are being killed off, you arrive to stop a war between the peace-keepers and the vamps and form an unlikely alliance with Bishop, one of the leaders of the human gangs...

Bishop with an anxious/shy/quiet SO 🔥⚡🧸

Bishop x cartel ‘princess’!Reader headcanon 🔥⚡🧸

Teen Wolf

Derek Hale

Chris Argent

Enola Holmes

Sherlock Holmes

Bride (to lover) - Sherlock Holmes x Reader 🔥⚡🧸

Summary: A marriage of convenience. You never expected it to be anything else…

Narnia

Caspian

*Dating the Darkling / Billy Russo / Logan Delos / Caspian / +Sirius Black headcanon 🔥⚡🧸

Witcher

Geralt

Vilgefortz

Darkness Within series - Vilgefortz x Calanthe's daughter!Reader ❌🔥⚡

Summary: He found you when your mother sentenced you to death, he took you in and taught you everything you know, then he found out just how special you are...

Game of Thrones

Robb Stark

Tyrion Lannister

Star Trek

Khan

Spock

Bones

James Bond (No Time to Die)

Paloma

The Enemy of My Enemy - Paloma x Villain!Reader 🔥⚡

Summary: Your relationship with her is complicated but you have to take aside your differences because Bond needs you both to save the world this time...

Harry Potter (Marauders/Fantastic Beasts )

Sirius Black

*Dating the Darkling / Billy Russo / Logan Delos / Caspian / +Sirius Black headcanon 🔥⚡🧸🤍

Percival Graves

Westworld

Logan Delos

*Dating the Darkling / Billy Russo / Logan Delos / Caspian / +Sirius Black headcanon 🔥⚡🧸

Venom

Eddie/Venom

*Misery loves company - Venom x Reader x Eddie 

Summary: You harbour Eddie's fugitive ass and put up living with the dysfunctional couple because you became friends with Venom after he saved your life.

Peaky Blinders

Alfie Solomons

Foreplay - Alfie Solomons x Reader (x Tommy Shelby)

Summary: Three players, one game. You are not really interested in their schemes but that wicked man tempts you to reconsider.

Bet the Pot - chef!Alfie x manager!Reader (modern!au) - Part 1

Summary: Alfie is stirring you up and enticing you into a bet…

Bet the Pot - chef!Alfie x manager!Reader (modern!au) - Part 2

Summary: You’ve lost the bet so it’s time to collect his reward…

Encore - Alfie Solomons x Opera Singer!Reader

Summary: Tommy is writing that final act for Alfie and you happen to be a part of it…

Tommy Shelby

[something-tofightfor]

Third Time’s the Charm (1)

Pairing: Logan Delos x Mrs. Delos (HCtS)

Word Count: 5256

Rating: M (language, mentions of sex, talk of past drug use)

Author’s Note: I’ve had this one sitting in my Google Docs for a while, and since it went with today’s @benbarnesbirthdayparty​ prompt, I figured I’d post it. Day 2: Interview (Thanks to @padfootagain​ for hosting!) This story takes place in the Here Comes the Sun AU, and is the result of the bet from Hands to Yourself. A lot of you have asked what the bet was... and this is the answer. I need to get back to writing these two. I miss them.  There will be a second part to this - but it’s not written yet. 

Summary: You and Logan are in Hawaii and getting ready to talk to the press... but what’s it all about? 

“You sure you wanna do this?” Glancing up, you met his eyes through the mirror and nodded without pause. “It -”

 “Too late to back out now, Lo.” You shrugged your shoulders, turning in the chair to hook your elbow over the back of it. “Besides, maybe giving them something will …” You trailed off, pushing your lower lip out in thought. “Maybe it’ll get them to back off.” He laughed, stepping fully into the room and shaking his head. “What?” 

 “You know as well as I do we could invite them into our bedroom and they’d find something to pick apart.” Logan settled on the edge of the bed, reaching over to pick his phone up. “We’ve gotta be over there in about fifteen minutes, are you absolutely sure?”  You watched your husband, eyes moving over his frame, and smiled. I am.

 “Lo?” He looked up and you nodded. “I don’t want to share you with anyone, not… not like that, but… there’s nothing I can do about this.” You gestured to the room you were sitting in, to yourself, and then to him. “A bet’s a bet, right?” He smiled at you, his eyes warm. “We’ve never let cameras into our relationship before, not like… not like this, and…” You looked down, taking a deep breath. “It’s for a good cause, and this way, we can control it.” 

 “Alright, then.” He stood, swallowing. “Get dressed, and we’ll go.” He turned away from you and crossed the room again, sticking his phone into his pocket. “And then we’re gettin’ a drink.” 

--- 

 Twenty minutes later you and Logan were seated on the outdoor daybed of the Four Seasons’ Kapiha’a Presidential Suite, the sound of the ocean reaching your ears. Logan’s arm was around your shoulders, his fingers lazily drifting over your skin as you watched a man scramble to set up a camera across from you, adjusting the height. “We should go snorkeling sometime, Logan.” Your eyes were out over the water, and he turned his head to follow your gaze. If that’s what you want. He’d been all for giving you whatever you wanted - basically since the moment he’d met you - but this was something that he wasn’t sure about. No, that’s not true. He had no issue with the trip itself; the reason behind your weeklong excursion to Hawaii had been his idea, but it was what you’d asked of him while you were there that he was having trouble with. 

 You were right when you’d said that the two of you had been careful when it came to letting the general public into your relationship. Sure, people took pictures, you did interviews, you’d gone to events with him. But that was all public, and it came with being a Delos, with working at Delos - with being on the arm of someone like him. But this is ours, this is… He shook his head, leaning down to kiss you on the shoulder, teeth grazing the skin there. “If you want.” Logan straightened up and followed the cameraman with his eyes, attention only pulled away when the man and woman that would be interviewing you stepped out of the hotel room and took their places across from you. Here we go. He leaned back, rolling his neck out and felt as you moved your hand from your lap onto his leg, squeezing his bare knee. Let’s get this over with. 

 “Good morning.” The woman smiled brightly at the two of you and Logan fought to keep from rolling his eyes, knowing that you were being recorded. “I’m Melanie and this is Andrew, and we’ll be handling the interview with the  two of you today, Mr. and Mrs. Delos. First of all, we want to thank both of you for agreeing to this.” You grinned next to him, nudging Logan with your shoulder, and he curled his fingers against your arm. “Are you enjoying Hawaii so far? You’ve been here for a few days, and the weather’s been incredible.” 

 “I am.” You shifted, tilting your head. “I’ve never been here before, and it’s been a lot of fun to see everything. Lo and I have…” You laughed. “We’ve spent a lot of time out of the hotel, and that’s rare for us.” You’d told him that you wanted to be candid with the interview, but being that candid surprised Logan. Maybe it shouldn’t, though. When he’d agreed to your request, he’d told you that he would follow your lead, but you talking about your bedroom habits- even without going into detail - without prompting, wasn’t expected. So I guess that’s not off the t… damn. “Our friends and family just got here today, so it’s been nice to have some time to ourselves.” 

 “Yeah, we’re always busy in LA, since we’re working so much.” Logan shrugged, feeling himself relax slightly. “We actually haven’t gone on a real honeymoon yet, so this is…” He glanced over at you, seeing that you were staring at him. “This is perfect.” 

 “Yeah, I guess we should start there.” She leaned forward, notebook in her hands as the man next to her sat back, watching. “The two of you have had two weddings already, only about a month apart. And you’ve kept them very private.” Logan nodded. “So why… six months after the second are you having a third… and inviting us to document it?” She furrowed her brow, looking between the two of you, and Logan waited, seeing what you would say. 

 “Logan’s life has alway been …” You squeezed his leg. “.. a topic of conversation.” He heard you sigh. “When we met, I didn’t know who he was, and I think that he appreciated that, because it meant he didn’t have to live up to any sort of expectation with me.” That’s true. “So as we got to know each other, it was important to me to keep from… I don’t know, trying to flaunt our relationship? He’s a Delos, and that’s not going to change, and he has a past, but why… why is it anyone’s business where he and I go on a date, or who we have dinner with or when he proposes to me?” 

 “Look.” He leaned forward, pulling his arm away from your shoulders and dropping his hand to cover yours. “I proposed in Vegas, and we got married less than 12 hours later with two people there, because we wanted to and we didn’t want to wait.” She nodded, scribbling in her notebook, but looking back at Logan. “We had the second wedding in LA a month later for our friends and family, because both of us wanted the people we care about to be there.” 

 “And this one… this one is because Logan’s actually…” You turned your head to look at him and Logan couldn’t help doing the same, meeting your eyes and refusing to look away. Tell them. “Logan’s actually a lot different than people think he is.” You finished your sentence in a way that he was almost positive you hadn’t intended to, but as he watched you, the way your lips twitched into a small smile, he couldn’t help himself, leaning in to kiss you. I am. But only because of you. “Lo.” You laughed and pushed him away from you gently, shaking your head. “We made a bet a few weeks ago, which…” You lowered your head and shook it. “Which led to some questions.” It sure did. 

 “Yeah, there was a period of time when it seemed like the two of you were drifting apart, right before James Delos’ birthday party.” The woman was writing again, eyes on her paper, even as she spoke. “Weren’t going to work together, were spending nights apart, were…”

 “We were trying to prove a point,” Logan replied, reaching up to run his left hand through his hair. “And we did exactly that… but everyone got it wrong” 

 “How so?” The man on the couch spoke up for the first time, and Logan’s eyes went to him. “What point?” 

 “The point is that just because people see something, doesn’t mean they know what’s going on.” You crossed your legs at the knee, voice even. “Logan and I shouldn’t have to explain anything to people - ones that we actually know or the ones that think they know us.” And yet that’s what we’ve been doing for years. “Just because we’re newlyweds, just because he’s got… a reputation … it doesn’t mean that we’re going to be all over each other all the time, or just…” Not in public at least.

 “I got that out of my system well before we met.” He spoke again, feeling apprehensive. Why are we doing this? “She was always more to me than that, and even…” Logan shook his head. “We met in the Bahamas, right?” The female interviewer nodded. “During a hurricane, just by accident, and it was the…” He took a breath. “I’m not proud of the way I was, and I understand why people assume things about me, but I’m gonna draw the line when it comes to the way people think about the people I love. Especially the woman… especially my wife.” He squeezed your hand. “The first wedding was for us. The second one was for the people we care about… and this one?” Logan gestured to the island with his free hand. “This one’s for everyone else.” 

 “Can you explain that?” Melanie shook her head, reaching up to scratch her cheek. “Why it’s necessary to -”

 “Yes.” You cleared your throat. “I can.” 

--- 

 The woman’s question hadn’t surprised you, but you felt Logan’s fingers closing around yours more tightly at it, the way his voice had caught when he talked about your meeting. It’s ok, Lo. “It’s no one’s business what we do together, or how we choose to…” You licked your lips. “Look, I’m not an idiot. I know how people look at Logan, and what they think of my relationship with him. It’s what they’ve always thought.” You glanced down, eyes on Logan’s fingers, which were twined with yours, your rings poking through them. “I was engaged before I met Logan, that’s no secret, and neither is the fact that I’m not someone that anyone would have guessed he’d end up with.” Why would he? 

 “There was a lot of talk about that in the beginning.” Andrew nodded and you nodded back, watching the man with interest. “You dealt with a lot of bad press, didn’t you? People saying you were just after Logan’s money, after the status, trying to change your life by elevating yourself?” That hurts to hear, I… “To be clear, I’m not saying that I assumed that, I’m just paraphrasing from the other stories that -” 

 “We’ve dealt with that a lot,” Logan replied, flipping your hand over and swiping his thumb over your palm. “And it’s not that we tried to purposely hide from people, not answering their questions or being really open with what we have, we just…” They want honesty?

 “Logan was recovering from a pretty serious court case.” You supplied the words, cutting your husband off. “He was only a couple years out from taking his position within Delos back, from proving that he belonged on the board, from… getting his life back on track, and he just… I don’t know, we didn’t feel like we needed that added pressure of opening up a new relationship to the same type of…” 

 “You wanted to be with each other without having everyone else in your relationship, too.” Both of you nodded and Melanie’s pen continued to move. “I get that, but it still doesn’t explain…” She glanced up. “Why did that matter?” Why wouldn’t it matter? You opened your mouth to speak, but Logan beat you to it. 

 “It mattered because I didn’t need reporters and photographers and people that weren’t a part of my life to watch me falling in love with her.” Logan scoffed before continuing. “They watched me at my lowest, formed an opinion of me, talked about how long it would take me to get thrown out of Delos for good, to… ruin my life, to kill m…” His lip curled, one angry shake of his head the only movement he made. “I didn’t need or want that, and so we decided that even though we couldn’t stay out of the public eye completely, we wouldn’t …” You heard the pain in his voice and leaned over, putting your head against his shoulder. 

 “We didn’t want to give you everything.” You pressed your lips together. “At the end of the day, our relationship was - is - more than gossip. We’re real people and we wanted as much privacy as possible, the way that… Juliet and William and Juliet and Mark didn’t get.” You’d asked the woman if you could mention her if it came up, and she’d been more than happy to give you permission. “She was so open when she and William were planning the wedding, and then, even when they got divorced, it was the same, people looking for things to talk about, for ammunition.” 

 “Do you think that that negatively impacted -”

 “No.” Logan laughed, shaking his head. “No, that was all Billy.” You looked over at him, worried. Don’t keep talking about him, that’s not what this is about. “But when it doesn’t seem to matter to people that I’m actually happy, or that this is a real relationship, why would I want to open myself up by saying or doing things so that people can document ‘em and then pick ‘em apart?” 

 “That’s a good point,” Andrew leaned back, nodding. “That makes a lot of sense.” 

 You talked for nearly a half hour, you and Logan fielding questions from both interviewers, referring to each other, but you were surprised that neither of them asked again about the reason that you were in Hawaii, the reason that you were doing the interview - or what had led you to that point, instead focusing on your past time together. Logan had relaxed as the interview continued, his arm going back around your shoulders, the two of you joking with each other, but you could tell that Melanie was still skeptical, still doubting the sincerity in the meeting. What are we supposed to do? You thought back to Logan’s words from earlier about inviting them into the bedroom and still finding fault with you and took a deep breath. I guess we’re going to have to... “Lo.” You turned to him, angling your body and putting your elbow on the back of the couch, grinning. “We never really explained…” 

 “Explained what?” You turned your head slightly, watching as the woman leaned forward, more interested. “I -” 

 “My wife and I are very competitive.” You heard the edge to Logan’s voice and bit back a smile. He’s going for it. “But we’re also … very stubborn.” Melanie leaned in further, her eyes moving between you and Logan quickly while Andrew leaned against his seat, holding back a smile. “We both got tired of seeing the headlines that you made up because we weren’t giving you - press and paparazzi - anything to go on… and so we made a bet.” Logan paused, giving you a chance to take over. 

 “We bet that the other person couldn’t keep their hands to themselves for ten days.” Andrew laughed and Melanie did too, her eyebrows rising. “Everyone was so quick to say that our relationship was just about the physical aspects, but we both knew that that wasn’t the case, and we still… we couldn’t help it, we just wanted to prove that…” You bit your lip and looked at Logan, seeing the warmth in his eyes. “It’s not like that, and it never will be.” 

 “Who won the bet?” Andrew tapped his fingers on the couch. “And what was the prize?”  Logan moved before you could stop him, more comfortable than he had been throughout the beginning of the morning’s interview and pulled you onto his lap, arms circling your body. 

 “We both won.” He kissed the side of your head, breath warm on your skin. “But we also both had a very different prize in mind. I wanted to marry her again, prove that I’d do it as often as it took to make people understand that it wasn’t a spur of the moment decision and I didn’t regret it for a second.” There’s more to it than that, Logan. You thought back to the conversation you’d had in Logan’s bedroom after James’ party, the way the two of you had watched the sun rise as you’d talked quietly, sweat drying on your skin. So much more. 

 “And I wanted to release pictures from the Los Angeles wedding and prove to people that it wasn’t just for show, so everyone could see Logan for what he… is and not what they assume he is.” And to show people how he looked at me that day… the way he... Your fingers wrapped around Logan’s forearm, holding him tightly. “So we compromised.” Melanie shook her head and you continued. “Logan gets to marry me for a third time, like he wants, and we’re going to release the pictures from this wedding for everyone to see, since they’re so damn curious.” 

 “Isn’t that a little counterproductive? We paid a lot for the exclusive.” Andrew cocked his head to the side and blinked. “The interview and the pictures and the inside scoop. You don’t need the money, so -”

 “Yeah, but you paid it.” Logan shifted beneath you, chest rising and falling against your back. “We set a price and you paid it fast.” When Logan’s agent had put the word out that you were shopping your third wedding as an exclusive, it had taken less than 24 hours for a deal to be in place, and only another day or so for the money to come through. Everyone wants a story. “So that tells me that you think it’s good for business, and that it’s something your readers will want to see.” Andrew nodded, though he still looked skeptical. “But you’re right, we don’t need the money.” 

 “So why -”

 “It’s going to charity.” You spoke up again, leaning away from Logan’s body slightly before your lips curved into a wide grin. “Two charities, actually. That was the second part of my ‘prize’, because I don’t know how else I can make it clearer that this has never been about money for me, never been about who Logan is or about putting myself in the public eye.” Melanie nodded her head, and you saw that the look in her eyes had changed - as had the look in Andrew’s. Good. Maybe they respect it a little more now. 

 “And.” Logan cleared his throat, sitting up straighter. The biggest thing of all. “I’m matching the price you paid for the story with a donation of my own.” At that, Melanie’s jaw dropped, her eyes snapping away from you and over to Andrew. “That’s what I thought.” Logan was nearly vibrating beneath you and you didn’t think, instead turning your head to kiss him, one hand raising to the side of his face. That’s right, Lo. It was a short kiss, but you could feel Logan’s heart beating against his ribs when you pulled back, nodding almost imperceptibly at him. “This is real.” He swallowed and you looked back at the two reporters, still sitting on the couch across from you, shocked expressions on their faces. “I won’t apologize for the way I acted before, but I’m not that person now, and I won’t ever be again.” No, you won’t. 

 --- 

 They’d asked you more questions after you’ revealed the truth to them, but Melanie and Andrew had almost been too shocked to finish the interview properly, something that had surprised Logan. “I guess,” he said, as he laid on his back on a lounge chair, one arm bent behind his head and an oversized pair of sunglasses covering his eyes. “I guess that it’s not every day that someone matches the price they paid for an interview with a donation of their own, but it’s -” 

 “It’s not the cost of the exclusive, Logan.” You were laying on your stomach next to him, back and shoulders exposed to the sun, your hair twisted into a loose knot on the top of your head. “That doesn’t matter to them, because they’re going to sell a ton of issues, and their site’s gonna be busy as hell.” Then what is it? “It’s the fact that Logan Delos, formerly one of the most eligible men on the planet has married someone like me so many times in such a short amount of time.” You turned your face toward him, squinting into the bright light as he rolled his eyes at your description of yourself. It’s the truth, Logan. “They were hoping for some sort of revelation, not just the fact that they get their exclusive because you and I made a bet that we couldn’t not fuck each other for -”

 “Like what?” He rolled onto his side to face you, taking a deep breath. “That’s not enough for them? The way they paint me in these stories, you’d think ten days would -”

 “I don’t know, like that you cheated on me and you were trying to make up for it, or that those stories were right and we needed to find a way for you to regain my trust, or that I was secretly pregnant and we were going to reveal it in that interview -”

 “None of those things would be anything I would tell thos-”

 “Exactly, Logan.” You grinned at him, pushing yourself up from the chair with both hands and sitting straight up. His eyes moved from your face down to your bikini clad body, and he couldn’t help the way he pulled his lower lip into his mouth, tongue running over the top of it. “But a couple years ago you wouldn’t have done this either, so…” You shrugged your shoulders, hands gripping the edge of the chair as you watched him. “I’m not surprised that this is the response. How many different publishers reached out to try to buy the rights to this?” He thought for a minute, still on his side. Too many. 

 “Four.” He swallowed, reaching up to push his sunglasses atop his head. “And all of  ‘em were really competitive when it came to making a deal, but…” Logan thought back to the conversations he’d had with his agent and the legal team. “We picked this one because they actively went out of their way to shit on me and Jules in the past, and I wanted to make them…” He frowned. “Think twice the next time they wanna do somethin’ like that.” He felt better once he’d said it, but Logan saw that his response hadn’t surprised you. Of course it didn’t. “But I don’t wanna talk about them anymore.” He sat up, eyes scanning the pool and the few other people that were relaxing by it. “What time are -”

 “Juliet’s going to text me once she’s done with her massage, but I think she made a reservation for eight.” You tilted your head to the side. “The restaurant closes at 9, but I guess we’re an exception, and they’re going to stay open for us or -”

 “Get used to it.” Logan cracked his neck, the sunlight feeling good on his shoulders and face, trying to keep from laughing. “Juliet doesn’t throw around the Delos name unless it’s important, but this is…” He leaned closer, reaching out to take your hand in his. “It’s only been six months for you, but you’re a Delos too, and you can… you should get used to the fact that it…” 

 “Logan, I would have been fine with eating dinner in the room with just you.” You ran a hand over his ring finger, eyes locked on the band he wore. “The whole point of this is to prove that I don’t -” 

 “I know you don’t.” He lowered his head and kissed your shoulder, feeling the warmth of your sun-drenched skin against his lips. “And I appreciate that, but I’m just saying that you need to understand that when people hear that you’re Mrs. Logan Delos,” he punctuated the last few words with kisses, moving closer to your neck with each one, his free hand resting on your thigh, “... they’ll make a lot of accommodations for you.” 

 “I’m not gonna use this to…” You hummed as he kissed your jaw, lifting your hand to rest it on his ribs. “Hey, Lo. Stop for a second.” He heard the urgency in your voice and so he listened, halting his movement and repositioning himself so that he could look into your eyes. “When we were talking to Melanie and Andrew earlier, they thought, until you said it wasn’t the case, they thought that I picked Hawaii, that I picked this resort.” He watched your eyes cloud over for a brief second, sadness in them. Stop that. “I just need you to know that I’m not... it’s not that I don’t want to say I’m a Delos, because I do. I am so fucking proud to be your wife, Logan, but it’s not about being a Delos and it never will be, it’s about being yours.” 

 “What?” He blinked slowly, pulling back even further. “Say that again.” You’d said many things that surprised him in the time you’d been together, but the simplicity of your previous words stunned him. “I don’t understand what that means, you-”

 “I would have married you, Logan, no matter what your name was or how we’d met.” You pulled your hand from his, twisting the three rings you wore on your left hand in the thumb and forefinger of your right. “You could have proposed with a… a plastic ring out of one of those quarter machines at the grocery store and I still would have said yes.” You stared at him, and he realized that you’d wanted to say these things to him plainly for months, but had held back. Why? Why now? “You could lose everything tomorrow, Logan, and I wouldn’t care, because all of this - the money and the trips and the company and the status? They’re not why I’m here, with you.” You clasped your hands together in your lap, and when you met Logan’s eyes again, he saw that you were fighting back tears. “That first wedding? In Vegas with Mark and Juliet? That’s the wedding I wish we could show people, because it’s exactly what I wanted with you.”

 “You don’t want to do this?” He was confused, brow furrowed. “You said -” 

 “No, I do. That’s not… not what I mean.” He watched you take a deep breath, tilting your head back to look up at the bright blue sky. “This isn’t us, Logan, it’s what’s expected because of who you are, but it’s not… not what I need, and not what you should expect from me in the future.” Oh. You looked back at him, chewing on your lower lip. “Everyone’s got their opinions, and I know we can’t give them everything, but I don’t want to give them the wrong idea, and I think… I think that’s what this as a venue might do, even though we’re trying to do the right thing.” 

 “I’m not givin’ anyone those pictures from Vegas.” Please understand. Please. Logan stared at you, thinking about what you were saying. “I’d do anything for you, but I won’t give them that. Those are ours, that day was ours.” He leaned in, reaching up to your face, his fingertips resting against your cheek. “They don’t get to see us like that, and I’d rather have them get everything wrong then turn that day into something it wasn’t.” It’s not theirs. “Vegas was perfect. LA was over the top, but in a good way. Tomorrow’s going to be right in the middle.” He ran his hand down your arm, fingers circling your wrist. “Might not be us, but it’s as close as we’re gonna get.” It’s as close as I want to get. “We’re doing this to shut people up, and as much as I wish it could just be us and it could just be simple all the time, that’s not going to work. Not for this.” He stood, holding a hand out to you and waiting for you to take it. “Hey.” You looked up at him, staying quiet. “You told me that you wouldn’t say no to anything I wanted after winning that bet, and if you wanna give everyone something to look at… it’s gotta be good.” 

 You finally smiled again and placed your hand into Logan’s, allowing him to pull you to your feet. “You’re right.” He tugged you against his chest and flattened both palms against your back, feeling your arms go around him. “I’m just… so many people are going to see these pictures, Logan, they’re going to watch the interview, and it’s a lot to think about. What are they going to say about my dress or my hair or my vows or…” 

 “We’ll have to wait and see.” He kissed the top of your head, tightening his arms around you. “But,” he continued, feeling himself smile. “You won’t have to wait to find out what I’m gonna say about any of those things, because you’ll know the minute I see you.” You froze in his arms, but then relaxed almost immediately, letting out a deep sigh. “We’re doing the pictures and all that bullshit for them, sure, but this wedding? Me puttin’ a ring on your finger for the third time? That’s for us.” You pulled away from him, and Logan saw the light back in your eyes. Good. “So.” Logan licked his lips, jerking his chin toward the pool behind you. “Let’s go swim for a while.” You stepped backwards as he spoke, and Logan knew he’d already won as he watched your chest rise and fall quickly. “And then we’ll go back to the room and relax before dinner.” 

 “No, we won’t, Logan, you know as well as I do that we won’t…” You trailed off as Logan ducked his head to kiss you, laughing against your lips. No, we won’t. He pushed gently on your hips and urged you closer to the water, eyes on your face. 

 “You know me too well.” Without warning, you turned away from him, feet carrying you the final few steps. And I know you. He watched as you stepped into the pool, the clear water covering your legs and then your waist, Logan waiting until you were all the way in up to your chest to follow you. As you made your way toward the center, he grinned and submerged himself after taking a deep breath, legs propelling him through the water until he surfaced right behind you, arms winding around your waist as he hugged you. “Gotcha.” His lips landed behind your ear and you laughed loudly, twisting around to face him and using both hands to push his hair up and away from his face, slicking the strands back. Both of you were breathing hard, and even though there were plenty of things that Logan wanted to say to you, he chose the only one that made sense to him - even though he’d said it to you before. “I can’t wait to marry you tomorrow.” 

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[delos-mio]

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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Core Drive - Masterlist

Summary: Logan Delos is much more than the sum of his faults and he is determined to prove it. This is his fight to take back control of his life, to fix what’s been broken, and to pave a new future for himself. 

Intro

Stage One- Clean 

1.01

1.02

1.03

1.04

1.05

Clean- Complete  ✔

Stage Two- Reprogram 

2.01

2.02

2.03

2.04

Reprogram- Complete  ✔

Stage Three- Upgrade

3.01

3.02

3.03

3.04

3.05 

Upgrade- Complete  ✔

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The Sea Swept In - part of the “Play the Hand You’re Dealt” Request Event  This Time Around - part of the Fanart Appreciation Event 

Living Document - part of the 500 follower/500 word drabble event

Lyric Inspiration:

Light of Love