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fific7 · 2 years

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White Wedding Pt 1

Logan Delos x Reader

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

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

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

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

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(My Photo Edit)

Hey little sister, what have you done

Hey little sister, who's the only one

Hey little sister, who's your superman

Hey little sister, who's the one you want

Hey little sister, shotgun

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Logan shot up out of his seat.

“Wait, what?!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Unclaimed?”

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

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

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

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

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

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Los Palos Verde

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now what in holy hell was this all about?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You will remain.”

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

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

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

“Nothing unpleasant. You will find out shortly.”

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

“In a few moments.”

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

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

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

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

You felt him lift his head from between your legs.

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

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artemiseamoon · 2 years

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No heroes or villains

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

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

Words: 2,060

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

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

Earlier that day

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

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

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

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

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

“W-what the hell is this?”

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

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

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

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

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

Ruby holsters his weapon and stands next to Ezra.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I won’t resist.”

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

Ezra chuckles, amused by the whole scene.

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

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

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

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

The man finishes the task before glancing at Ruby.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Two days later

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

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

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

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

“Call him Hoodoo. He’s our ticket.”

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

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

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

Ruby smiled, “I did too.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thought you were dead.”

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

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

“I see you found yourself another one.”

Ezra quirks a brow, then looks at Ruby.

“He as crazy as the last one?”

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

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

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

Ezra shrugs and follows along.

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Pariah, night one

The Golden Kingdom (brothel)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You know it.” Logan responds proudy.

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

“You look good Ruby.”

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

“What’s it been? A year?”

“About.” She reponds shortly.

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

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

Ruby rolls her eyes, “I’m not alone.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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kittenbradensgf · 2 years

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Some of my Headcanons for the Delos Family because I Love Them.

- Juliet and Logan are identical twins

- Juliet is older by 13 minutes and always reminds Logan of it. He hates it.

- Logan is ftm trans

- They are Greek (or part Greek anyway, ik that James was Scottish.)

- Emily is a lesbian (and my girlfriend) (also Emily/Elsie rights.)

- Logan and Emily were actually really close when Emily was little/before Logan died.

- They all speak multiple languages, but English and Greek mainly

- When Logan wants to talk shit about William to others without him knowing he does it in Greek because William doesn’t understand it (William does learn it later, but at the time not at all)

- Emily takes more after Logan than she does Juliet. Her father dislikes this but tries to hide it.

- Emily has a pair of earrings that Logan gave her before he died that she always wears. She died wearing them.

- Juliet, Logan, and Emily reunited in the Forge/Valley Beyond. Or their consciousness’s did anyway. (I didn’t really understand how that really worked tbh so it works how i want it to)

- Hector’s appearance was somewhat based on Logan. (i think i got this hc from a fic on ao3 so absolute credit to the author of that. Your mind <3)

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The big Strange Fate factoids roundup

Presented here is every bit of information about the plot of Strange Fate I could find, with links to sources. Canon is in bold, my commentary is in normal text, links are all here so if they don’t link you should be able to copy-paste. If you find anything I’m missing, please send it to me! I found sources for all the orphaned factoids that had been floating around in my brain, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t more out there.

Have fun! (it’s nine pages long...)

What about Strange Fate—really https://www.facebook.com/notes/684528395496843/?locale=hi_IN&paipv=0&eav=AfYTUg-qPuddohcLG_4yYui3c9CIr3W9GNa_yAwvyD7JeBCZ13KAEuoBWZhHUpOcR1A

I used new stories about what happens after a year to all the soulmate couples in the Night World series. They all had exciting stories to tell: Ash Redford is doing good deeds to make amends so that Mary-Lynnette will accept him as her soulmate. Poppy has developed her telepathy into a weapon against evil. Rashel and Quinn are married, as are Thierry and Hannah. And one lucky couple is expecting a baby.

From… I thought it was the author’s note from amazon for the hardcover editions, but it has a picture signature so may have been from LJ Smith’s website.

Although Thierry is an old vampire, he isn’t the oldest vampire. There is one older, the one who Changed him. She provides another thread that binds the series: the pitiless Maya. Maya is the first vampire, the witch who finds the secret of eternal life—and chooses to use it for evil. But there will be plenty more about her, including a look at the young Maya, her sister Hellewise, and their mother, Hecate Witch-Queen, in the upcoming Strange Fate.

From LJ Smith’s blog

18 August 2010, Ms. Smith answering a question about how she developed the idea of silver cords

https://web.archive.org/web/20131226172041/http://webmail.ljanesmith.net/blog/2010/238-more-news-a-the-silver-cord-a-dont-despair-delena

Imagine how Sarah Strange of Strange Fate, the last, LONG overdue Night World series when she sees two silver cords connecting her to the two guys she loves best in the world. Can I say confused? Maybe flummoxed is better.

And the silver cords have an additional function that won't be explained until Strange Fate finally comes out--I hope and pray in 2011. Something that may make it all make sense at last.

19 December 2011 https://web.archive.org/web/20120512010007/http://www.ljanesmith.net/www/blog/2011

An image of Hecate Witch-Queen’s family tree of all the Redferns and Harmans with notes about what books the characters appear in. Here’s the list for Strange Fate:

Hecate herself, Hellewise, Iliana, and Aradia,

Thea and Blaise and Aunt Ursula

Phil and Poppy and their mother Phillipa, and James

Gillian

Maya Dragonslayer, the first vampire

Thierry and Hannah

Delos and Jez

Rowan, Kestrel and Jade and Ash

and

Mal Redfern Harman, vampire and witch

Ms. Smith also says,

I hope to do the same thing for the shapeshifters, although information about them is much more sparse. STRANGE FATE will clear up much of that confusion, and at last there will be enough about werewolves and other ’shifters to put onto paper. Right now, most people know that Galen Drache of the First Family of the Shapeshifters, whose chosen shape is a leopard to match his soulmate Keller’s black panther, has a cousin named Kierlan Drache who also chose a shape in the large cat family. And if you look at the very bottom of Hecate’s family tree you’ll find the vampire who is also a witch, although he hasn’t cultivated his powers, Mal Redfern Harman. (Witches are matrilineal—they pass the name through the female line). They’re the two soulmates of the human girl Sarah Strange.

So Mal is a hybrid and Kierlan the wild power is some kind of big cat. So much for my idea that he could be a good dragon! Also Hecate and Hellewise appear, and Maya may not be as dead as previously assumed.

24 June 2012 answering a fan question about recommending her own books, Ms. Smith posts the blurb for Last Lullaby https://web.archive.org/web/20130508094847/http://www.ljanesmith.net/blog/2012/560-some-interesting-questions-from-ziggy

or those who actually can fly: my latest book, THE LAST LULLABY, over 700 pages, and once part of STRANGE FATE. It is the tale of Brionwy and her guttersnipe friend, Crispy, who . . . oh, here’s the blurb:

THE LAST LULLABY is the story of Brionwy, daughter of Branwen, a courtesan in the harem of the Lord Overseer, Rajan Adani, who is the head of a Great House under the rule of the Masters. In this post-Apocalypse story, magic exists, but is rarely seen. Brionwy befriends Crispy, a little girl, or fawn, who has escaped from the pens in which all humans but the serving slaves of the Overseer, the guards, and the “humble and pathetic” Beauties in the harem are kept like animals.

Crispy has named herself for the burns that cover half of her body and have withered one of her arms. She considers herself slightly abled because of her baby arm; it looks useless but is almost as strong as the other. Tough, cynical, and quick to laugh at herself or others, Crispy’s life changes the day that she peeps through a hole in the harem wall and listens to Brionwy playing her lute and singing a heart-rending lullaby. Together, the two girls who come from the most different backgrounds imaginable, and with the help of Crispy’s gang of dwarfed, misshapen, deaf, and otherwise abled misfits, solve the mystery of a strange prophecy that leads to the secret of the nearby caverns and of how to fight the Masters. Despite the fearsome Guntra, Head Dwenna of Brionwy’s Concubine Pavilion; despite the Overseer himself, Brionwy and Crispy find themselves leading a revolution that will change the lives of all who belong to the Overseer’s Great House forever.

When THE LAST LULLABY comes out will be up to the publisher who buys it. Unlike all my other books since THE NIGHT OF THE SOLSTICE, I wrote it before trying to sell it.

1 Feb 2013 Sarah Strange description https://web.archive.org/web/20130703170137/http://www.ljanesmith.net/blog/2013/592-sarah-strange-of-strange-fate

I'm not really sure if this is the right place to post this, but I did do an avatar for Sarah Strange. As I work toward what I hope is the end of this book, really how extraordinarily fond I am of her, although she does not have outstanding brains and beauty. Sarah's qualities are more internal, and though she may have an ordinary face and ordinary brown hair, she has a deep, fierce love for all creatures flawed or fallen, or helpless, or striving. She loves forests and sees trees as dryads. She loves animals. She may be a little flat-chested, a little clumsy, a little naive, and a lot shy, but she never stops trying, or loving, or doing her best to understand.

Here she is, with brown hair that is always a bit disheveled and falling in her face, and with the Avatar version of her best feature: aquamarine eyes that always look as if they are full of unshed tears.

4 Feb 2013 Strange Fate chapter 1 outline https://web.archive.org/web/20130628210912/http://www.ljanesmith.net/blog/2013/594-strange-fate-chapter-1-outline-with-ch-1-download

Ash and redhead: Ash: I’m trying to make amends for the harm that I did to you. Madelyn: At two o’clock in the morning in a cemetery? Are you crazy? First you stalk me and hide out in my closet so you can come out once I’m asleep in bed—” “I didn’t stalk you. I don’t need to stalk you. I just used a little magic to come in your bedroom window—” “And now you’re telling me all kinds of impossible lies—“ “They’re not lies. I don’t lie anymore—well, not much anymore, and if you’d just give me a chance—“ “If you think this is the way to win a girl’s heart, then I have a hot news flash for you—” “But it is the way to win a girl’s heart. Um . . . not your heart, is sort of the point. Someone else’s . . .” “You brought me out here to talk about some other girl?” Madelyn hits him. Ash explains:

Who he is

What he is

What the Night World is

What he’s trying to do for his soulmate

Who Mary-Lynnette is

Ash is divided into boredom of going through rote explanations (Madelyn is Lightly Bitten Girl #97) and an uncanny sense that something is around. That something is stalking him.

Eventually he turns around, sees nothing, looks higher … and higher … and higher … and sees evil red eyes staring down at him. His mind reels. He sees a flash of purple, shouts, “Look out” to Madelyn and dives for her. She dodges, spraying him with pepper spray. He staggers back; there is a black (violet-edged) flame like a burst from a flame-thrower and then there is only Ash, and a white silhouette of a woman on a charcoal-black wall. Dreamily, Ash goes and scrapes a little of the charcoaled blackness off the wall outside the shadow when he once again feels something behind him. He whirls and finds himself staring at Sarah: description (aquamarine eyes, ordinary face, mouse-brown hair). Sarah wakes up, tosses mouse-brown hair off her face, and realizes she is late for school.

You can also read the whole chapter. Mary-Lynette is in college. Sarah is fifteen or sixteen, so younger than the other characters. She dreams of Ash and appears to him as a ghost. So, astral projection. She has an instinctive loathing for vampires.

Ask LJ question about Strange Fate’s release—undated but accessible without the wayback machine. https://ljanesmith.net/ask-l-j/

“I don’t know. As you’ve probably heard, I wanted to publish this epic in two volumes, but Simon & Schuster did not. I had what I felt was a complete volume already finished—the first half of Strange Fate, called The Mystic—before I began to write any of my recent Vampire Diaries books Nightfall, etc). At this point, I don’t even have a signed contract for Strange Fate, but I keep working on it, these days using the ‘cameo appearance’ of old soulmates and friends in place of seeing a post-apocalypitic fututre with Brionwy and her young friend Crispy.”

And, yes, it is true that Brionwy’s Lullabye was originally part of Strange Fate, but the post apocalyptic future that Sarah Strange dreamed about Brionwy and her friends sort of took over the whole book. So I had to extract them, and instead had Sarah dream about the soulmated couples you’ve already seen in Night World. This turned out to be much better for Strange Fate anyway, as you get to see Poppy and James, and Phillip and every other pair of soulmates in the series, even if its just a cameo role. I plan to write Brionwy’s Lullabye as a book of its own. I do love the characters.”

Question about strong female characters

Some of my characters don’t start out as strong girls. They start out as shy, introverted or gentle girls, like Cassie Blake of The Secret Circle, or Jenny Thornton of The Forbidden Game. Then the story is about how they become stronger, through their terrifying experiences and their concern for other people. Strange Fate has this kind of a heroine, Sarah Strange.”

The stories https://web.archive.org/web/20191019132319/http://www.ljanesmith.net/stories/stories

These stories take place during the apocalypse, while the Wild Powers are off on their mission. You should go read the whole thing, but here are the factoids I got from each of them.

Thicker than Water

The characters live in the Circle Daybreak town of Harmony, with Thierry and Hannah basically ruling as king and queen. The town has cryogenics and a scientific/magical effect that makes time pass slower in the “underground tower that is the heart of the town.” The town has a park on the surface where shapeshifters and vampires can hunt animals. Dragons try to infiltrate the town. San Francisco has been destrpyed.

The wild powers are fighting against hundreds of dragons. Iliana has acquired the title Mistress of Air.

Hannah has gone with the wild powers on the mission. Thierry has not. Keller and Galen and Rashel and Quinn are still in Harmony.

Everyone was very impressed by Sarah, she’s “almost a dryad” and has prophetic dreams. So everybody met her at some point.

Keller and Rashel are twins, born to one human and one shapeshifter. Timmy has been retconned to Rashel’s friend not her brother.

Those who Favor Fire

The Circle Daybreak members have started wearing white flower pendants as identification and also as to who you gave your allegiance to. The jewelry serves as a key to get into Harmony. Thierry is basically king, but at least Iliana has her followers. Circle Daybreak has many trained professionals who have taken out the nastier Night World enclaves and imprisoned the nastiest vampires and shapeshifters.

There was also a “time bubble” in San Francisco.

Cambridge Massachusetts has been destroyed as the beginning of the apocalypse. The dragons suddenly start destroying cities with Circle Daybreak enclaves in them. Fire, weirdly colored sky. The dragons put a telepathic call on all humans and most of them walked off to meet the dragons. Some stayed behind to capture people who didn’t hear the call. Mary-Lynette didn’t, so probably having a soulmate protects you.

Sarah and her boys are in Harmony when things go down. Thierry gifted her a helicopter, which she gives Ash so he can look for Mary-Lynette.

Mary-Lynette rescues a girl names Devi who has very important pictures faxed from her mother in antarctica… The mother is studying meteorites and has found something that Devi thinks might save the world. We don’t know what the pictures are, and how a human would find the answer to the problem of “dragons” isn’t clear.

This is the last Ash rescue story and it happens as the apocalypse kicks off. So if Sarah has been dreaming the other stories as they happen, then a good bit of Strange Fate happens before the apocalypse. What is Sarah doing while she’s awake all that time?

Strange Fate Previews and chapters https://web.archive.org/web/20191020013828/http://mail.ljanesmith.net/stories/sneak-peeks

Poppy, Phil and James

Poppy has become a badass warrior with her vampire strength, and can use her telepathy to control human minds. She can also use it as an anti-dragon weapon, with help from James and Phil! Also Phil has joined Team Circle Daybreak and is riding the helicopter with Ash.

Aradia had a vision that whoever is controlling the dragons knows that the youngest generation of Harmans and Redferns, especially the ones with soulmates, are able to fight the dragons.

Brionwy’s Lullaby

In this dark future beautiful human girls are courtesans, raised in basically harems to be food and mates for vampire overlords. They are guarded by eunuchs and kept in line by “dwennas” women who raise, teach and discipline them. The girls are drugged but it’s not clear why. When one girl has a baby, it is taken away and the mother is told it has died, but clearly it’s still alive and taken for some dark purpose-- whatever could be darker than the purposes we already know about!

Brionwy has been taught that she has human dignity, she’s been taught to fight, and she can read pre-apocalypse books. She understands the idea of post-partum depression, and read the words which I guess makes sense in a place where people have lots of babies. She learned to not drink the everyday drugs.

There is a special drink that makes the girls sleep when a dragon visits so they won’t all go to it and get eaten. Maybe the dragons can’t control their calling ability.

Anyone not beautiful enough lives in pens to breed more slaves and be food for dragons.

So Brionwy’s story will be about finding out what’s happened to the vanished babies, escaping the harem and probably meeting the girl Crispy who lives out in the ruins. And then, who can say? Their future will be erased when the wild powers stop the apocalypse

Blurbs

Google books blurb https://books.google.com/books/about/Strange_Fate.html?id=jZFmkgEACAAJ

Simon Pulse, 1998 - Juvenile Fiction - 224 pages

Sarah Strange and her lover, the gentle vampire Blade, watch their peaceful life in New England come to an end when Sarah's family is asked to hide an arrogant male witch whose supernatural powers draw Sarah into his clutches.

Google books blurb 2

Hodder & Stoughton, 1998 - Witches - 224 pages

Sarah is a human girl who is happy to be with Blade, a strong yet gentle vampire she regards as her soulmate. However, when an arrogant witch called Kierlan comes to town, Sarah is strongly attracted to him. But who is her true soulmate? In the NIGHT WORLD series

google books blurb 3 https://books.google.com/books/about/Strange_Fate.html?id=k0BEPwAACAAJ

Simon Pulse, Dec 31, 2030 - Juvenile Fiction - 528 pages

Vampires, werewolves, witches, shapeshifters -- they live among us without our knowledge. Night World is their secret society, a secret society with very strict rules. And falling in love breaks all the laws of the Night World.

Sarah Strange's life was what you might call ordinary. Then her mother died.

Now Sarah has visions -- visions of a place where dragons darken the sky and a young girl is fighting to survive.

When Sarah confides in her best friends, Mal and Kierlan, about the devastation in her dreams, she discovers that her friends are not what they seem. They are part of the Night World -- and they believe Sarah has a special role in their world. And if Sarah's visions are any indication of the impending danger and destruction, there is no time to lose.…

Goodreads blurb, dated 7 2012

Also on amazon dated 11 2006

Sarah Strange is a normal teenager with annoying siblings and a crush on two boys, Mal and Kierlan, who happen to be her best friends. But Sarah also has visions of a place where dragons darken the sky and feast on humans. When Sarah confides in Mal and Kierlan about her visions, she discovers her friends are not who they seem. They are part of the Night World. And they believe Sarah must help establish peace and harmony between humans and creatures of the Night World to stave off the apocalypse. And if Sarah’s visions are any indication of the danger, destruction, and devastation that the apocalypse will bring, there is no time to lose…

Risingshadow blurb https://www.risingshadow.net/book/22703-strange-fate

Sarah Strange is a fragile human girl – happy in Circle Daybreak with her soulmate, Blade, a gentle Vampire. Then Kierlan comes to town. He is an arrogant witch and a Wild Power, and Sarah is strongly attracted to him. But who is her real soulmate? And is the answer waiting in the Night World?

Blurb from Kinokuniya Malaysia

A long-awaited conclusion to the best-selling series finds Sarah journeying with Mal and Kierlan to the Night World to prevent an apocalypse in the dragon-oppressed world of her visions. Original.

I wouldn’t put too much credence on a blurb that might be translated from another language but it’s possible evidence that the three main characters go on the quest.

Speaking of which:

Sixteen-year-old Sarah Strange finds life a mass of contradictions. She’s an ordinary-looking girl, and yet two of the most popular guys at school form her circle of friends. Kierlan Drache and Mal Harman, who are as unalike as any two people can be. That ought to make her happy, but recently she’s been having romantic feelings about each of them—and has seen two silver cords: one reaching from her to Kierlan, and one from her to Mal. What’s going on? In addition, every night she dreams of a future where dragons and vampires rule the world, and of a brave child called Crispy. For a girl who hasn’t even heard of the Night World yet, Sarah has a lot to handle! Even worse, the Apocalypse has finally come—and even the Wild Powers see only one way to stop it. This is an epic volume, which stars all the most beloved Night Worlders from the other books. Be prepared, though, because seven go on a mission to save the world . . . and only two come back.

I found this blurb on a sales site as a review, on a site in Russian, and where I posted it. I didn’t make it up, I found it somewhere, but I can’t track it back to a source! And this is the only source for killing off five characters!

Or maybe Jez and Delos come home to their soulmates and Sarah and Mal go off on a different quest so are still alive just not coming back to Harmony, or maybe some characters become guardian spirits or time travel to the past or take up new lives in another realm… there are lots of not-actually-death options, but you know what I mean.

The first two chapters from the Fan Guide. As of 2009. Linking myself, though I’m not the only person to have posted them.

Sarah has a plant theme. She’s only good at art and math in school.

Sarah is in honors math, Mal is in regular math and Kierlan takes math at “the junior college.” There’s their academic-ness ranked. Kierlan flipped a girl’s skirt and Mal is “master of the cold stare.” Mal is described as having dark hair and very pale gray eyes. Not the Harman coloring! Kierlan has dark red hair and “tawny eyes.” Ms. Smith does love her golden-eyed characters!

Sarah gets migraines and in the middle of them passes out and has visions of the dark future. She smells roses before an attack.

Preview from the back of the third omnibus edition https://www.tumblr.com/moonlightreal/742175609526075392/another-strange-fate-preview?source=share

Kierlan considers himself and Mal “soul brothers.” They had a gentleman’s agreement that Kierlan would be the one to be with Sarah, though they both love her.

Kierlan can see his silver cord with Sarah, but not Sarah’s silver cord with Mal. Kierlan is desperate for Sarah to be in love with him and not with Mal. They met as children and he has been in love with her ever since. Kierlan believes Sarah could cut the silver cord between them.

This sneak peak describes being soulmates sort of differently than all the Night World books so far, describing the cord as being “woven” in a way that almost suggests a cord could be artificially created. It doesn’t come out and say it but… read the passage and see how it strikes you.

It’s possible that this scene happens right after the chapter in the fan guide. Sarah collapses at school, the guys take her home, this scene occurs, we get a flashback to Kierlan and Sarah meeting, then the boys kidnap her and take her to Circle Daybreak which is why she’s in Harmony for the apocalypse.

Art from LJ Smith’s website https://ljanesmith.net/gallery/

Kierlan’s animal form is a tiger.

...ok, so what’d I miss?

Next I have to turn this soup of factoids into a coherent topic-by-topic list of what we know and see how much of Strange Fate I can REALLY reconstruct! *cracks knuckles*

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❧ morozovastarless's recs

hi!! i recently hit 500 followers, so i thought i would make a masterpost of fics that are my absolute faves and every now and then come back to the front of my mind. please make sure to read everything these amazing people wrote, i just couldn't possibly link everything!!

CHARACTERS: sirius black, remus lupin, james potter, fred weasley, the darkling, spencer reid, billy russo, bucky barnes, lip gallagher, logan delos

note: some of these can be found in my my favourites tag, but others i read before i started writing and stopped being scared of reblogging fics so that's why some of these won't show up in the tag.

marauders

it's time to go part 2 (remus lupin x oc) by @lupinbrekker

i read this on ao3 before coming back to tumblr. i love the trope of someone being in an arranged marriage but being in love with another person. there is an x reader version if you prefer

i can take you there but baby you won't make it back (sirius black x reader) by @wonderfilworld

oh... oh this one has a special place in my heart. i loved the dynamic between sirius and the reader. i'm not usually one for friends to lovers, but this one is amazing. it makes my heart burst just thinking about it.

i've had no love like your love (wolfstar x reader) by @wonderfilworld

another amazing one. i love when in situations like this sirius is always the one in control, and there are tiny details that show the domesticity of their relationship and it makes it x1000 better.

illicit affairs (dad's best friend!sirius black x reader) by @artisancowbells — series

ooo this one is one of the first fics i read after coming back to tumblr and getting back into the marauders fandom. it starts amazing and then you want to drown in tears because apparently you can never have a happy ending with sirius black. 10/10

august |pt 1| |pt2| (sirius black x reader) by @j-amespotter

literally her whole masterlist is a whole masterpiece. but this one is the one my brain always comes back to.

bound to be spilled (sirius black x reader) by @kaetastic

i really wish there was a part 2 of this or we could see a bit more of their relationship because i love the concept. when i read it i remember i actually felt like i was in a place that had the same vibes as grimmauld place.

breakfast of champions (james potter x reader) by @gxtitobxby

this is also one of the first fics i read when i came back to tumblr. it's perfect, i always think about this one. i have nothing else to say because it's that good.

training session (sirius black x reader) by @gxtitobxby

sirius black just use me please. i love how in control sirius is... just sirius black brain rot.

just another horror movie (james potter x reader) by @prfctethereal —series

i love this concept so much. i read it one night at like 2am and i actually got a bit scared. for a second i thought james was the killer, but i was wrong. very excited to see what comes next.

miscellaneous

ours is not the reason why (billy russo x reader) by @becauseicantthinkwritings —series

aaa this one is amazing. the paint splotches in her legs when she wears skirts?? i loved that. also a sucker for bodyguard au's

too far gone (billy russo x reader) by @daylilysirius

oh this one hurt so bad. god i wish they could be happy.

still fighting it (billy russo x reader) by @luckysstrikes — series

it’s old and not finished, but i read this 3 times. my weakness is the characters having kids, i don’t know why i love it so much i just do okay

the femme fatale (spencer reid x reader) by @directorstarc

oh this one is out of this world. the banter and intellectual back and forth (did i word that right?? idk), and the reader is so smart i love her

born to die (fred weasley x reader) by @doctcr-reid

this type of relationships is so interesting to read, i love it so much.

exile (the darkling x reader) by @inknopewetrust — series

oh this one is one of the best things i've ever read. i love their relationship and the fact that the reader wants the same as the darkling. it's so tiring always seeing the reader leave him because he is the Big Bad, it was one of the first times i saw the reader be on aleksander's side.

imagine being loved by me (the darkling x reader) by @gotkindabored

i literally read this yesterday but it’s one of my ultimate faves. it’s so so well written i just love it so much. the way he basically begs her to say his name and the way she tells him she loves him?! amazing

you're lip's cute little housewife and all you want is to please him (lip gallagher x reader) by @gxtitobxby

this freaky friday blurb lives in my mind rent free. i want to be his little housewife so bad

needy reader need lip to get her off on the train (ft degradation) (lip gallagher x reader) by @gxtitobxby

another freaky friday that's constantly in my mind

seeing red (bodyguard!bucky barnes x actress!reader) by @mypoisonedvine —series

i've recently started to read bucky fics and my favourite this far is this one. i love famous!reader fics, and when paired with bodyguard! au's?? i simply pass away

tiny little increments (logan delos x reader) by @breanime — series

i found this one a few weeks ago and aaa i loved it. it’s not finished but it’s so cool!! it’s inspired by shameless ;)

#my recs #sirius black #james potter #remus lupin #logan delos #billy russo #the darkling #lip gallagher #bucky barnes #fred weasley #spencer reid

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banditthewriter · 4 years

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Shattered - Logan Delos

Prompt: Can I request for Logan Delos? Maybe after what happened with William his best friend doesn't leave his side even when he starts pushing her away because he sees himself as a fuck up and thinks he doesn't deserve her but when he finally sees her going toe to toe with his dad over him he realizes he's in love with her and starts to see that she's in love with him and isn't giving up on him (sorry this is so long) Prompter: Anonymous

Here you go anon. Thanks for the request.

Warning: Substance abuse, overdosing, addiction, angst. Be kind to yourselves dears.

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Unlike every other time you came to Logan’s place, the lights were off. Normally that would have meant that Logan wasn’t home, but his car was parked in the driveway. And the Find Your Friends app said that his phone was there.

It wouldn’t be the first time that Logan had disappeared, but he always told you first. He always told you before he disappeared because he knew you’d worry about him. That was how your friendship worked.

You used the key that he had given you a few years ago to let yourself in.

The place was a mess. Your first thought was that someone had ransacked the place, but the further inside you went, the more you saw that it was just messy. Beer bottles were everywhere, empty bottles of liquor and wine piled high. Not to mention the packs of cigarettes that were littered over the coffee table.

Logan had quit smoking years ago. Apparently he had fallen back into it.

Quietly you made your way through the house to Logan’s bedroom. The door was half cracked. Hand on the knob, you steeled yourself for whatever you might see inside.

You could only pray that you weren’t about to find your best friend’s dead body.

The door creaked a bit when you pushed it open. Light poured in through the windows and it illuminated the bed. There were no blankets or pillows on the bed, the fitted sheet half pulled off. In the middle of the bed was a body.

You’d recognize him anywhere.

“Logan? Hey Logan, it’s me,” you called softly from the doorway.

No response. You took a deep breath and stepped into the room. Then you crossed the distance over to the bed so that you were right next to it. He was turned towards the windows so the light showed you his face.

His eyes were clenched tight and his jaw flexed. Now that you were closer you could see the tiny shivers running through his body. Sweat covered his body, soaking through the t-shirt he wore.

“Logan?”

He shook his head minutely but didn’t respond. At least that told you he was awake. You put your bag down and moved to sit next to him. He flinched when you reached out to brush the hair from his forehead.

Soaked with sweat. He was also clammy and cold to the touch.

“Logan, what did you take? Come on sweetheart, you gotta tell me. Do I need to get you to the hospital?”

He didn’t answer again. You looked around for any signs of the usual drugs he did, but you didn’t see anything. No white powder residue on the table, no spoons or syringes, no bottles of pills. You looked back at Logan and saw the way his body clenched in waves.

This wasn’t an overdose or a bad high. This was DTs. He was in withdrawal.

“I’m here,” you whispered as you scooted closer to him, careful not to touch him. “I’ll stay with you for as long as you need.”

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The day that Logan came back from Westworld was a very confusing time. Things at Delos had nose dived, with William at the helm of it all. He had said that Logan had gone off the deep end at Westworld and couldn’t be responsible enough for his job at the company. His father had agreed without question.

You went to the hospital where Logan was being treated for dehydration and sun poisoning. When you went into the room, he had stared at you as if he didn’t recognize you. You tried to grab his hand but he curled them into fists and tucked them under his arms as best he could with the IVs. And then he turned his head to look away from you.

It had hurt so much to be shut out, but you understood it. He’d been lost in Westworld for a few days and you imagined that had to be a terrifying time for him.

You didn’t believe William that Logan had lost it at Westworld. You knew Logan, knew how he was when he was at the park. He played the game, sure, but he wasn’t crazy. And nothing would have made him put his place at the company in danger.

You’d give him time, let him heal a bit before you tried again. You knew that you weren’t going anywhere. He knew it too.

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The drugs were a security blanket for him. In the years you’d been friends with him, he fell into them every now and then. It was a release, a way to escape the life that he always felt he didn’t deserve. The pills, the coke, the needles, it was all a way for him to disappear for a while.

It was Westworld without having to wear spurs.

When he got out of the hospital, it didn’t surprise you that he went on a bender. It did surprise you that Juliet called you crying because he had overdosed and was in the hospital. He’d always known how far he could go, how far was too far. He’d never been this bad before.

This time when you went to the hospital, you weren’t alone. You had Juliet with you. His room was dark and there seemed to be so many monitors hooked up to him.

He looked small in that hospital bed. For the first time in your life, he looked small and frail and weak. Even when he was fresh from the Westworld desert, he hadn’t seemed so lost.

Juliet had cried into his shoulder, demanded that he stop acting like this. She swore and screamed at him for scaring her, for almost leaving her. You stayed near the doorway the whole time, ready to wave off any nurses that came by to see what the commotion was about.

His eyes flicked from you to her and then back. It was like he couldn’t believe that you were there.

And when it was your turn to confront him, you merely grabbed his wrist and told him to rest. Yelling wouldn’t do anything. Juliet knew that but she was upset, scared.

“Just rest,” you said as you smoothed your thumb over his hand, careful of where the needle was in his hand. “We’ll be here to bring you home in a few days.”

The day he was being released, you and Juliet went to pick him up but he was already gone.

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It went like that for so long. He’d pop up for a few days, high or drunk and mean as a snake. The things he said to Juliet were enough to make his sister cry. You were there for one terrifying instance when she threw a vase at his head for the things he said.

And the things he said to you were not much better. The problem with your friendship with him was that he knew all of your weak spots, all of the tender wounds you hid from the world. He knew just how to push on them to make you bleed.

“Your parents didn’t want you.”

“You’ll never be good at your job, will always be second best.”

“You’re nothing, just someone who hangs around my family to try to get our scraps.”

Every barb struck true, but you refused to let them stick around. Everything he said was your worst fears, but you knew that he knew that. And he was doing it on purpose. For whatever reason, he had decided to push everyone away, but you refused to let him succeed.

Then one night when you went to check on him at his place, he had been so drunk he could barely stand. He refused your help, demanded you leave. When you didn’t, he used the one card in his hand that he hadn’t dealt yet.

“You’re just pathetic. You’re in love with me but I don’t want you. I’d rather fuck robots than fuck you. You’re so pathetic.”

It felt like glass had shattered under your skin. Every inch hurt, stung as if you were covered in cuts and had been dropped into the ocean.

Everyone had been able to see your feelings for Logan but it was ignored. You’d rather have him as a friend than as a lover because you knew he wouldn’t want to be tied down that way. He was loyal to friends in a way he could never be loyal to a lover. You had accepted your fate and moved on.

Logan’s words shattered that for you. It was everything you had feared about yourself laid out on the table by the one man you trusted more than anything.

“I’ll leave you alone,” you finally said when you found your tongue. “I’ll… I’ll leave you alone, just please be careful. It would kill Juliet if something happened to you. You’re the only family she really has.”

Not to mention you, but you refused to voice that. Not right then when emotions were raw and Logan was still looking for more daggers to throw.

On his porch with the door shut, you felt as if you couldn’t breathe. The tears refused to fall yet but you knew you’d have to pull over on the way home or risk crashing your car.

The sound of glass shattering in the house made you jump. It seemed he wasn’t done wrecking things.

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The party was to celebrate some merger or other. You hadn’t wanted to go, afraid that Logan would be there, but Juliet had begged you. And she promised that Logan wouldn’t be caught dead at the party.

You put on your nicest dress and did your hair and makeup. Outwardly you looked put together and in control. Inwardly you were a mess of angles and edges. After the things with Logan had exploded, you felt unmoored. Of course you had other friends and a job that you were good at, but you felt as if you were just going through the motions.

Juliet had noticed but she couldn’t do much besides tell you she was sorry. It wasn’t her fault. It wasn’t even Logan’s fault.

You blamed William. Or maybe you blamed Westworld. Or maybe you blamed the world for not making life easier for you.

“Haven’t seen you around much lately,” a familiar and unwelcome voice said from somewhere to your left. “Since Logan stopped sniffing after you like a stray dog.”

You stood up taller as you turned to face James Delos himself. He looked completely at ease with a glass of scotch in his hand. And the look in his eyes told you that it wasn’t his first glass.

Logan would hate to know just how much he had in common with his father sometimes.

“I’m only here for Juliet. She asked me to come,” you said as you lifted your wine glass in her direction on the other side of the room.

“Yes, both of my children seem to be obsessed with you. Personally I don’t understand it. You’re not much to look at, are you?”

You laughed and took a sip from your glass.

“Unless you have something to say that’s worth listening to, you might as well move on Mr Delos. You’re not going to get a reaction from me.”

Juliet had told you that Logan hadn’t been around much so James must have been missing his favorite verbal punching bag. You had no intention of filling that void.

He scoffed and gestured with the hand that held his drink.

“Look at this, all of these people here to celebrate the company that bears my name. If Logan had stuck around, we could have ended up in the gutter. He’s better off with a needle in his arm. It’s all he’s good for.”

You would have been fine if he had aimed his barbs at you. After what his son had said, nothing else could hurt you as bad as that. But this?

There was no one as important to you as Logan. Even now.

You turned to meet his eyes and enjoyed it as he recoiled at the hatred in your eyes.

“If you were any bit a man of worth, you would feel something for your son who is obviously hurting, but you’re not a man. You’re a cruel and petty worm that happens to have a lot of money. You think any of these people would stick around if your name wasn’t Delos? They don’t care about you, they only care about what you can do for them. You are alone because no one could ever love you.”

You grabbed Juliet’s hand as she came up at the tail end of your rant. Her eyes shone as she stared at you and you gave her a tight smile.

Might as well make it official.

“Your children try to impress you, try to make you proud, but they never will, will they? Because you don’t care about them. Here’s what you don’t understand. Juliet deserves so much more than you and William, a man who obviously is lying about what happened in Westworld but you’re too stuck up your own ass to care. And Logan?” Your voice broke when you said his name but you continued on. “Logan deserves so much more than you and your disdain. He is in pain but all you care about is the Delos name. He is your blood, James Delos, and what happens to him, happens to you. Worse than that, it is because of you.”

You squeezed Juliet’s hand before you released it. Then you drained the last of your wine and dropped the glass on the ground, letting it shatter into a thousand pieces under your feet.

“So the next time you decide to be so low as to kick your own son while he’s down and needs help, remember this. When you’re old and frail and dying, your children will be the only ones at your bedside. Maybe you should make sure they are there to do more than just pull the plug.”

Heart in your throat, you turned to leave the party, but you came to a halt. Logan was standing a few feet away. He looked rough, eyes red and glassy. His hair was a mess, facial hair longer than he usually wore it.

And he was staring straight at you.

You shouldered your way past the onlookers, but you couldn’t help but cast one last glance at Logan before you went out of the party.

It must have been the lights, but you thought he was crying.

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Three nights after the party, you stared at your phone at the Find Your Friends app you and Logan shared. There was a little dot on the map where his house was. You stared at it for so long that you started to feel dizzy.

You wanted to see him. You knew it could lead to more yelling, more tears, but you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him.

It hurt, but he was still your best friend.

So with nothing left to lose, you grabbed your purse and your keys and headed to your car. It was a short drive that felt longer by the anxiety building in your chest. When you pulled up to the house, you were surprised to see the lights off.

His car was there though. And you had a key.

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You must have fallen asleep at some point. The bed was comfortable under you, but there was something else. A warm body on top of your legs. There was a head on your stomach and your hand was threaded through the hair.

It was Logan. You knew it before you opened your eyes because the memory of coming to his house was heavy on your mind, but you couldn’t remember how you had ended up in this position.

You had been on the bed next to him. He had been sweating, in pain. Not high, no. Detox.

“I know you’re awake,” he mumbled against your stomach. “Your breathing changed.”

“How are you feeling?”

He rubbed his face against your t-shirt. You peered down at the top of his head and tried not to smile at the sight. He was never a morning person.

“Hungry.”

It took a bit to get both of you out of bed, but you felt better once you could stretch. Without looking at him, you told him to take a shower while you made breakfast.

The sound of the water running told you that he listened to you. First time for everything.

Breakfast was made and on the table before he came out of the shower. You caught a glimpse of him as he walked through the house, his hair wet and pushed back. He wore a clean pair of jeans and a t-shirt that looked like it had seen better days. It was the most relaxed you’d seen him since before Westworld.

You could separate your life in before and after Logan had gone to Westworld.

When he got to the kitchen, he noticed that you only had one plate set.

“You’re going to leave,” he stated. Then he shook his head and let out a sad laugh. “It shouldn’t surprise me. After what I’ve put you through the last few months, I’m surprised you came by at all.”

You stared at him for a long moment. He was usually better at hiding his emotions but it seemed like all of his walls had crumbled down.

“I ate while you were in the shower. Sit. Do you want juice or water?”

You had been surprised that he had so much food and drink in his fridge, but the grocery deliveries probably still happened even if he was too drunk to do any cooking for himself.

“I want to apologize.”

“I didn’t come here for that,” you said as you grabbed the juice from the fridge and moved to find a clean glass.

“What did you come here for?”

He sounded so broken that you couldn’t help but turn around to look at him.

“Honestly? I think I came here to see you. And maybe yell at you. But after I saw you last night, saw how much pain you were in, I can’t yell at you.”

He sat at the table and after a long moment you sat next to him. It was closer than you had been in months, with the exception of the night before.

“I want to get better,” he breathed as he looked down at his plate. “I need to get better or else you and Juliet are going to have to plan a funeral.”

The thought felt like a punch to your gut. Your hand came out and covered Logan’s hand. The touch made him jump, but then he turned his hand so that his palm was pressed against yours.

“Whatever you need, okay? If you want to try rehab, I’ll help you look. If you want to do it cold turkey, I’ll stand by your side and smack your hand if you even look at a commercial for alcohol. If you want to get better, your sister and I will be here for you.”

His eyes were fixed on your hands linked together but you could still see him clear enough to see the tears.

“Why would you do that for me?”

You took a deep breath and tried to hold back your own tears.

“Because you were right, I am in love with you. But what’s more important than that is the fact that I love you. You’re my best friend Logan, my family. I want you happy and healthy and alive.”

His hand had started to shake when you started to talk and by time you had ended, he was sobbing. You stood up and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. He buried his face into your stomach as he cried.

“It’s going to be okay Logan,” you promised as you ran your hand through his hair. “It’s all going to be okay.”

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“Two weeks sober and clean,” you said as you put down a plate in front of Logan and then another in front of Juliet. “I thought we should have a celebration.”

Logan was smiling, but you could see the tension behind his eyes.

“It’s just two weeks. Nothing to celebrate.”

You put your hand on his shoulder and gave it a little squeeze.

“It’s a big deal Logan. Two weeks, fourteen days. Every day is a battle and this is fourteen battles behind you. Accept the celebration and free food.”

He laughed and covered your hand with his for a moment before he started to dig into his food. Juliet followed suit with a smile.

“This is great. Haven’t had a home cooked meal in a while,” she said as she grabbed the rolls in the middle of the table.

She had left her father’s house and in turn left William too. You were proud of her as well.

“I’m glad you two made up,” she said as she passed the rolls over to Logan. “I hated it when you two weren’t talking. I didn’t know what I could do to make it better.”

You gave a tight smile to Juliet before you turned to grab the pitcher of water from the fridge. It had been two weeks of Logan fighting his addictions and that was the important thing. You didn’t want to add to his stresses by making him talk about the things he had said or the things he had heard you say to his dad.

You just wanted him healthy and happy.

The meal was exactly what you had wanted it to be when you mentioned it to the siblings. It took their minds off of their troubles for a short time. And it helped you feel a semblance of normalcy.

It was a step in the right direction.

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“Logan! What are you doing here?”

He came into your apartment without an invitation. He looked good, better than he had even before Westworld. He had filled out a bit and now even had some muscle on his frame. Apparently he had picked up working out to help him beat his addiction.

It was better than him sleeping with every person in the city. Although it made sense that he wouldn’t be doing that if he was avoiding his other vices as well.

“Haven’t been here since…” Since before Westworld. He shook his head and then turned to look at you. “I got my two month chip today.”

You gave him a wide smile.

“I know. I’m so proud of you Logan.”

He smiled and then turned away. You watched as he looked at the pictures on your shelves. There were more than a few of the two of you.

“One of the things they talk about in group is making amends. I’ve already done the whole thing with Jules and I wrote my dad a letter although he may have just thrown it away. All that leaves is… you.”

You had known this was coming but you’d tried to pretend he would skip you. Maybe you thought he’d consider the hour he spent crying into your t-shirt as amends enough.

But you knew it was coming. As much as you wanted to tell him it didn’t matter, he didn’t have to, you knew that it didn’t work that way. He needed this to continue to heal. And you’d meant it when you said whatever it took.

“Come here,” you said gently as you held a hand out to him.

He took it and let you lead him over to the couch. Once both of you were settled, a foot of space between you, you decided to keep your hand in his for support. Whether you were supporting him or the other way around, it didn’t matter. He looked surprised but pleased at the contact.

“I don’t even know where to start. I’m sorry I didn’t let you in after Westworld. I’m sorry I pushed you away and made you worry about me. That I didn’t… didn’t give a fuck about you, just wanted to self destruct in peace.” His other hand grasped yours as well, his hands shaking the slightest bit. “And I can’t begin to to say how sorry I am for the things I said to you.”

You had a flash of it all at once, every hurtful thing he flung your way to push you away. They hurt, but none so much as that last one.

“Logan–”

“No, please, I… I have to say this.”

After a long moment you nodded to tell him to continue. You knew he needed to get through it. You just hoped you could stand to hear it.

“Maybe your parents gave you away, but that doesn’t mean shit. They didn’t know you and that’s their loss. And it’s not like my parents wanted me. And you’re so fucking good at your job, everyone knows it. You’re the best and that company would collapse without you.”

He took a deep breath and you realized he was working up to the worse of it all.

“I nev–never should’ve said that you were pathetic because you’re not. Fact is, I’m the pathetic one. I knew how you felt about me and I just ignored it instead of doing something about it because… I don’t want to fuck the robots instead of you. I fucked them because I couldn’t have you.”

You were shocked silent which was alright since he wasn’t done, but you could hear your heart thundering in your ears.

“I think I’ve been in love with you for a few years but I knew I wasn’t good enough for you. And Westworld just showed me that I would never be good enough for you, too much of a fuck up, so I pushed you away. I wanted to destroy all that was good in my life and that meant destroying what I had with you. But even though I’d tried to make you hate me, you still defended me to my dad. You… the things you said… I realized that even if you could never forgive me, I had to get better. You deserved better than me.”

He was crying. This time you were sure of it because the tears were pouring down his cheeks. They were pouring down your cheeks as well.

Without waiting for him to finish, in case he had anything else to say, you reached out and cupped his face in your hands. Once his watery brown eyes met yours, you pulled him in and pressed your forehead to his.

“Logan, I was never… I never hated you. I was never gone from you. I wanted to give you time and space, to get to a place where I could help you. Because I meant it when I said I love you. You’re my best friend.”

He leaned back a bit and you shook your head, knowing what he was thinking. You leaned in close and pressed your lips to his. It was a salty kiss, but the moment he realized what was happening, he took the lead. He tugged you in closer, his mouth trying to devour yours.

“You’re so much more than you think you are,” you whispered against his lips as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. “I need you to know that you are everything to me. My best friend, the man I love, it’s all the same thing to me. And you deserve me just as much as I deserve you.”

His hand came up to cup the back of your neck to angle your head so that he could see your face. His eyes were large as he looked at you in surprise.

“You didn’t know that I’d pick you a hundred times over?”

He laughed and leaned in for another kiss. Each kiss made you shatter all over again, but this time it was different. This time you had something there to put you back together. Just like you would put him back together.

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'Westworld' Star Ed Harris on His Twist-Filled Season 3 Storyline: "It Was Hard to Enjoy"

The Hollywood Reporter picks the occasional Man in Black's brain about why he wasn't always thrilled with his character's direction in the HBO drama: "I wasn't the happiest camper."

What is the nature of the Man in Black's reality? It's a question at the heart of HBO's Westworld, and one that Ed Harris' William does not have the clearest answer for — a fact that frustrates the dark-hearted gunslinger, just as it does the man tasked with bringing the character to life.

In "Decoherence," season three's sixth installment, Harris' host-hunting antihero stands front and center — both for the audience, as well as for himself, as he embarks on a virtual therapy-induced internal battle against various versions of his own reflection: Jimmi Simpson's young William, an even younger version of the character played by Zayd Kiszonak, as well as returning James Delos actor Peter Mullan playing the role of veritable group therapy leader. Along for the ride: three different "Men in Black," all played by Harris: William in a tuxedo, meant to embody the version of the man who presents himself to the world at large; William in Western attire, meant to embody the ruthless killer who stalked the park for so many years; and William now, all in white, a psychiatric patient forced to reckon with his own past.

How does William choose to reckon with it? The exact same way he usually does: with violence, and a whole lot of it. The Man in White kills all versions of himself, Man in Black included, and wakes up to Jeffrey Wright's Bernard and Luke Hemsworth's Stubbs standing overhead. The newly woke William returns to reality with an epiphany about himself: he's "the good guy."

What does that mean, exactly? The revelation will bear out in the episodes ahead, with some further light shed in the following conversation between The Hollywood Reporter and the man behind the Man in Black himself: Ed Harris, speaking candidly about his frustrations over his character's arc in season three, and how he allowed his own personal feelings to fuel his work as the character.

What kinds of conversations did you have with Jonathan Nolan and Lisa Joy about what was in store for the Man in Black this year?

I just was kind of curious as to what was going to happen and what was going on. And I really didn't get much input. It was pretty much revealed episode by episode what was going on with him, and I certainly didn't know how the season ended. I wish I had a better answer. First of all, I really enjoyed playing the Man in Black, right? Then all of the sudden, he's the Man in White. So I wasn't the happiest camper to tell you the truth, because I really enjoyed the part I was playing, and I was hoping that he, the Man in Black, would continue to somehow be prevalent in the story. And when I realized that was no longer the case, I had to just readjust my whole head and get into what was going on with William in this place that he has found himself, trapped in this facility, being tested, and whatever is going on with him.

You get to play the Man in Black again, but in this limited virtual reality capacity — as well as the "philanthropist" version of William, too.

Right. I'd had the experience of A, playing the corporate guy in his tuxedo in a number of scenes, where now he's the man. And obviously the Man in Black, I'd been used to playing him. Young William, obviously, I wasn't playing, and then there's [the Man in White], who is under the control of the facility. The costume [helped]. Once you put the tuxedo on, you're that guy. Once you have your Man in Black suit, you're in that guy. When you're the guy in the white, then you're in a whole other situation. You're shooting one of these guys at a time, and you're just focused on that particular aspect of his character. So I mean, it took a little while and a lot of costume changes… but it was pretty interesting, I got to say.

What did you discover about William, as you started digging into this new take on the character?

I mean, he's been so deprived of any sense of freedom, that I think he's really just trying to survive. I mean, when they put that ... whatever it is they do, put him in a straight jacket, they strap him in his chair, I mean, what choice does he have other than to let him stay in place? And once they do, he's trying to evaluate what the hell is going on with him and who's doing what to who, et cetera, and who's in control, and what's happening at Delos, and all that kind of thing. And so, it's just a lot of questions that he has more than anything. You know? His state of mind is like… he's all over the place. He's going crazy. He's wondering if he's still who he is. He doesn't know if he's a host or not. He's totally at the whim of the powers that be at the moment.

It's jarring to see him so powerless. Not that he wasn't powerless at points in season two, but this is a different level. It must have been jarring to play, too.

Yeah, it was. It was jarring. To tell you the truth, it was hard to enjoy.

I'm sure.

In other words, I didn't like it. I still don't. But that's my problem.

What you're going through as an actor playing the character, it's emotionally similar to what's happening with the character.

Definitely. I definitely allowed my own feelings about it to influence what I was doing. (Laughs.) I mean, I still enjoyed working on it! I still enjoyed working on the show. It was just a whole different way of enjoying it, you know? I got to say, it was a little bit aggravating.

What do you think it means when William says he's "the good guy" now?

I think what he means and what he's feeling is, if he ever gets out of here, if he ever can assume control of his own destiny on some level, then what he's after is to rectify this whole situation. In other words, he understands what has happened, and he faults himself for most of it. I mean, it's his fault, this whole world that he helped create is now blown up, and who knows where it's going? He's not sure quite what's happening outside in the world, but I think he feels determined and has set his mind on trying to do some justice here. In that sense, I think he feels he's the good guy.

#ed harris #interview #television #hollywood reporter #interview: westworld

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136. “You’re upset.” - “I’m not.” - “I know that face. That’s your I’m-upset-with-you face. And your eyebrows - they get really expressive when you’re mad.” 149. “Away you three inch fool.” (please turn this into a dick joke) with Sirius & James please??

(no gifs, I feel like I’ve used all the combinations of ATJ and Ben that tumblr has in the gif search for these)

TW: kind of steamy talk towards the end there… my bad

When you walked into the kitchen, Sirius was at the table holding pretending to read the paper while James was at the sink handwashing dishes.

Something was wrong. James only did dishes the Muggle way when he was upset with one of you, and seeing as how you had been out with friends all day, that only left Sirius as the culprit—which would explain why your longhaired man was being so quiet himself.

Sirius gave you a warning look as you walked in, and you gave him a curious one in return.

“Hi guys,” you greeted them, keeping your voice regular.

“Hi, baby,” Sirius said.

“Hey,” James muttered, not turning around.

Sirius rolled his eyes.

You put your bag down and walked over to James, hugging him from behind. “You okay, love?” You asked, voice soft.

You felt James relax in your grip as he sighed. “’M fine. Why do you ask?”

“You’re upset.” You said, kissing his back.

“I’m not.” James said back. You heard Sirius scoff from his position at the table.

“Turn around,” you instructed him, dropping your arms from him and stepping back. James turned around. His eyebrows were furrowed and he was frowning, his bright, expressive eyes unusually cloudy as he gazed down at you. “I know that face. That’s your I’m-upset-with-you face.”

“I’m not upset with you, love,” James said back, “Never with you.” He held your chin in his hand. “I adore you.”

“As opposed to…” Sirius drawled.

You sighed, and James glared over at him.

“That face really does reveal a lot, Prongs,” Sirius went on, “And your eyebrows - they get really expressive when you’re mad.” He grinned, all teeth, as James kept glaring at him. “I know you can’t see yourself, but you should see yourself. He looks so pissed, doesn’t he, Y/N?”

“Sirius,” you sighed out, but James was already on it.

“If I look pissed, it’s only because I’m living with the biggest asshole on the planet,” James snapped, “Not you, love,” he clarified, turning back to you, “you’re a right angel.”

“James…” You said.

“D’you know why he’s mad, Y/N?” Sirius asked, putting his paper down. He didn’t wait for you to answer. “He’s mad cause I told him the only reason you ever kissed him for the first time was cause I told you to!”

You bit your lip, stifling your laughter. That wasn’t exactly untrue. You and Sirius had been fooling around before you ever got with James, and Sirius had talked James up so well that you ended up pursuing him and… well, here you were—happily with both of them. It was very rare that either of you had any bouts of jealousy, but sometimes it happened. “That wasn’t exactly what happened…”

“I know it’s not!” James said. “But Sirius seems to think so!”

“Aw, c’mon baby, it all ended up in your favor, anyway,” Sirius said, smirking as he got up. He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you over to James with him. “You got the best of both worlds.” He opened his other arm and tried to embrace James, but James shrugged him away.

“Away, you three-inch fool,” James grumbled, but you could see the beginnings of a smile on his face.

“Three-inches?” Sirius barked out a laugh, going over and leaning over James, one arm still around you, and the other on the wall behind James’ head. “Baby, you know good and damn well that I’m way bigger than three inches.”

You and James both shuddered at his words.

Sirius smirked. “You think I could make you squirm the way I do with only three inches?” Sirius went on, voice low. “Or stretch her out like I do?” He chuckled, and you swallowed at the sound. “Come on, baby, you think you could gag on three inches the way you gag on me?”

James licked his lips, and you and Sirius both followed the action with your eyes. “M… Maybe…” He said slowly.

“Maybe?” Sirius chorused, titling his head a bit. “Just maybe, sweetheart?”

“Stop teasing, Sirius,” you said, putting a hand on his chest, “and apologize to James.”

“Okay,” Sirius agreed easily, stepping up to James until his mouth was hovering over his, “I’m sorry, baby,” he breathed out, and you saw James shudder again, “let me make it up to you… We can go upstairs,” he leaned in even closer, taking you with him, his lips brushing against James’, “or the living room…or we can stay right here,” he kissed James then, and you saw James melt. They were both grinning when Sirius pulled back. “Forgive me?”

“Keep talking,” James said. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you forward, kissing you. “We’re listening.”

“How about I bend you over the table,” Sirius said, his grin spreading as he watched you kiss James’ neck, “while you eat her out? Will you forgive me then?”

James grinned. “Well,” he said, rolling his neck to allow you more access to him, “there’s only one way to find out, isn’t there?”

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White Wedding Pt 2

Logan Delos x Reader

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

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

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

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

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(My Photo Edit)

It's a nice day to start again

It's a nice day for a white wedding

It's a nice day to start again

Hey little sister, who is it you're with

Hey little sister, what's your vice and wish

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Logan lifted his head, a huge smile on his face, and looked along the length of his … willing?… bed partner’s body. He was having the time of his damn life.

She seemed compliant, so she must be willing… right? Apart from when her hips jerked up when he first licked her, she’d lain there without struggling and the only thing he’d heard were some very soft, low moans as he slowly got his mojo back, enthusiastically licking her then sucking at her clit.

He vaguely heard the footsteps behind him, and groaned. That fucking Beta. “Mr Delos,” he heard. He steadfastly ignored her and continued thrusting his tongue into the honeypot his lips were currently sucking on.

The honeypot which had grown steadily wetter since the second his tongue was inside it. And he was very much her willing honeybee.

“Mr Delos!” Now she was almost shouting.

He momentarily paused, growling at her without looking up that no way had 15 minutes already gone past, before resuming his enthusiastic efforts.

“Mr Delos… twenty minutes have now gone past. Please stop!... now.”

He planted his hands even more firmly into the soft flesh he was currently holding onto and with a dissatisfied groan, stood up.

“Okay, okay… not touching, see?” and waggled his hands at her, jazz-style. He stepped closer to the Beta and she hastily backed off.

He continued in a determined tone, “I want her. How do I go about this, now?”

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As if you were deep in some kind of trippy-like dream, you heard these words of his, sounding like they were coming from far, far away.

“I want her. How do I go about this, now?”

What?! your brain screamed, continuing immediately with ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod… you had been trafficked, you must’ve been!! What other explanation could there be for the strange, awful situation you found yourself in?

Which also very annoyingly included you lying there feeling like a deep pool of over-stimulated nerve endings. Needy for more… and wet as the ocean itself. You vowed to take a whole handful of those damn inhibitors when you got back to your apartment.

“Please follow me to our CEO’s office,” the Beta had replied to him, “…and all the arrangements will be finalised. You will be able to take her with you today.”

“Excellent,” you heard his deep voice reply, and it now sounded like he was almost purring, “lead the way.” Now he didn’t sound sulky at all, in fact there was an edge of excitement in his tone.

Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod……. NO! this can’t be happening. It can’t be. Your doped up brain struggled to comprehend what was going on.

You heard the Suite door open and close, and then there were two pairs of hands on you… unclamping the wrist and ankle restraints, pulling the sheets off you. Your eyes screwed up involuntarily… the light in the room, while muted, was still too bright for your suddenly sensitive eyes. Your yoga pants were put back on you and you were encouraged to stand up, before being led into a large shower room at the back of the Scenting Suite.

You were handed some shampoo and shower gel, told to undress and shower. This you did, hoping that it would help clear your head somewhat. Your mind began racing as you stood naked below the warm rainfall shower.

Trying to figure out just what these psycho LPV people were up to.

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Logan shook the Alpha female CEO’s hand, noting how her eyes roamed over his tall figure, and gave an involuntary small shudder. He’d made sure never to hook up with one of these crazy women again after an early and pretty disturbing experience with one of them.

She indicated two chairs over by the floor-to-ceiling windows, and he settled into one of them. Once she’d seated herself, she sent a predatory smile his way, “So.. Mr Delos. You’ve chosen our Platinum Omega, I hear?”

He nodded, “Yes. I need a wife and damn quick. She seems to be the perfect solution to my little… problem.”

“Well, it’s an excellent choice if I do say so myself. She’s never been claimed, never been scented or sampled before you did today…. all virgin territory for you.” He knew she’d noticed the way his lips parted and his tongue ran over his bottom lip when he’d heard those words. He could still taste her. Goddamn. He needed a moment, shifting uncomfortably in the chair, subtly adjusting his trousers.

She side-eyed him, “What do you know about Platinum Omegas?” He shrugged, “Almost nothing. Just that they are - to quote your employee - the elite of the elite?” She smiled, “Exactly that, Mr Delos. And super rare. She’s the only one we’ve had in here for about a decade. Platinums are exactly the same as other Omegas… but… just extra in every sense. They are more beautiful, more fertile, more intelligent, more highly sexed…” Logan raised an eyebrow. “You will find this out,” she smirked, “she will not be… umm… unavailable to you outside of her heat.” She smirked again, “They are also not particularly submissive like some Omegas, so I hope you are prepared for that?”

Logan smirked right back, “I’m getting more intrigued by the moment. And more than looking forward to getting to know my Platinum. What is her name?” She told him. And he pondered for a second, before commenting, “A beautiful name… for a beautiful? .. lady.” “You will find out very shortly, Mr Delos.”

The CEO then clapped her hands lightly, startling him out of his daydream. “Let’s get down to business.” She lifted a sleek tablet from the coffee table which sat between them. “Could you just…. right index finger and then your left ring finger, please.”

Logan applied the two fingers she mentioned, one after the other, to the scanning boxes on the screen. He heard two small bleeps, she smiled and closed down the tablet, placing it back on the coffee table.

“Okay… it was as easy as that, Mr Delos. Pleasure doing business…” she stood and held out her hand for him to shake.

A Beta appeared as if from nowhere and the CEO gave him one last smile as he was led to an adjoining room. There was a large two-way mirror with a large plush armchair in front of it. “Please make yourself comfortable, Mr Delos. Everything will be finalised very shortly.”

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When you stepped out of the shower, hanging next to it was a long flowing white linen dress, with some lacy lingerie looped over the hanger and a pair of sleek white high-heeled shoes below it. Your own clothes had vanished. Sighing heavily, your still sluggish brain supposed that you were to put these on. Would they even fit?

The bra was a balcony style contraption, pushing your breasts together and up. You eye-rolled, thinking that it must be guys who designed these things because anyone with actual breasts would know that they were in fact instruments of torture. The underwear was a thong. Great, just great, now you’d also be walking around with that uncomfortably crammed up your ass-crack. Once you’d levered yourself into the lingerie, you pulled on the linen maxi, liking the way the thin straps lay on your shoulders and the loose but still clinging fabric draped your figure. It was fairly low cut but not overly so, showing just a hint of the swell of your breasts below.

Slipping on the heels, you took a look in the full-length mirror which was fixed to the shower room door, and laughed. You looked like you were going to a music festival. All you needed was a headband and a stack of bangles. And no doubt exactly how your mother may have dressed at some point.

A pang of sadness floated to the surface of your consciousness about your parents, dead too soon in a car crash. You’d have been with them if you hadn’t been left with your aunt while your parents went on one of their ‘little adventures’. Which could last weeks if not months before they rolled back up to reclaim you. But that time, they hadn’t ever come back. Your aunt - who had willingly more or less singlehandedly brought you up at that stage - just lovingly made it 100% of the time without turning a hair, and you’d been so, so grateful to her.

You heard one of the Betas behind you, looking round the shower room door at you. “Please follow me to the CEO’s office.”

As you stood outside the imposing double doors of the office, you thought you felt another little sharp scratch at your neck but as your hand flew up behind your hair and you quickly looked round, there was nothing there and the Beta had disappeared.

The doors opened, and the CEO Alpha female you’d met only once when you’d first arrived at LPV smiled widely at you. “Come in, come in…” she welcomed you, and guided you toward two chairs by the windows. Before you got there, she stayed you with a hand on your arm, turning you towards a large fireplace behind you, “Do you like my new antique mirror?” You looked at her like she was a fruit loop, but obediently looked at the huge mirror placed above the mantelpiece of the fireplace. It was very baroque, all golden bronze swirls and whatnot. Not your kinda thing, but you politely replied, “Oh yes, it’s … uhh.. stunning.”

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Logan gaped at the vision in front of him in the two-way mirror.

That was exactly what he’d been thinking.

His sense of excitement heightened even more.

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Once you’d finally been able to sit in one of the chairs by the window, the CEO picked up a tablet from the coffee table and said, “You won’t mind just quickly checking in for me, would you?”

This was standard practice when you were moving around the compound. No doubt some kind of Big Brother tracking system, you thought, cynicism rife. Keep an eye on the little girlies, let’s make sure we’ve always got them locked down. And while you appreciated the safety, security and peace of LPV, sometimes its procedures were just freaking annoying and frankly intrusive too. Like.. who has to scan their fingerprint when they use their own damn bathroom?!

Mentally eye-rolling, you nevertheless held up your right index finger and placed it against the box on the screen, however as you leant back in your chair the CEO said, “Oh… sorry! As you’re in my private office, there’s a second element of security. Another random finger swipe.” She reached over and made a show of deciding which finger, before grabbing your left ring finger and pressing it without delay onto a second box.

She released your finger and tapped something on the screen, the tablet gave out a few confirmatory bleeps and she closed it down, turning to you with a beaming smile.

“Well!” she lightly clapped her hands and you jumped, vaguely remembering she’d done that when you’d met her the first time too. She said your name, reaching across the coffee table and taking your hand, “It’s been a pleasure having you here the past couple of years, you know. Platinums like you are so rare nowadays and we’ve been so happy to keep you safe and away from the mainstream for that short amount of time.”

A cold finger of fear ran right down your spine. You knew what a “Goodbye and good luck” speech sounded like.

Your eyes widened, and you heard yourself stutter, “B-but I’ve paid for 10 years… you… I can’t..” before your mouth gave up working,

She patted your hand. “It’s your time, you know. Time to procreate and keep that line of Platinums in existence. And time for me to congratulate you… because you just got married. Congratulations and all the very best to you in your future life!”

You leapt out of your seat, ripping your hand away from hers. “What… did you say?” Surprisingly you heard your voice and it wasn’t a frightened squeak… which is absolutely what you were vibing… but a low, menacing hiss.

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Logan watched his new wife’s hot-as-hell reaction to the news of their wedding, and his head involuntarily fell back against the chair back.

He couldn’t believe how hard he was. After months… months… of no action down below, none at all… his spirits now soared.

Truth be told, that had been the main - and highly secret - reason that he’d been so opposed to the instant wedding thing when his dad had sprung it on him.

Old Logan would’ve nodded “yeah whatever”, flipped his dad off, married some stupid rich bitch then left her alone in their big mansion while he went out on the town with numerous side pieces of whatever flavour.

New Logan… ahhh, different matter. After all the substance abuse, and the long stint in rehab while he dried out, got weaned off the powders and pills, and navel-gazed for weeks on end, he’d begun to think his dick was broken. Like, permanently broken. It just didn’t work any more. He’d tried masturbating, had watched so much porn and looked at so many sex sites online that he’d actually got bored with them, sat watching the real-life California girls in their micro-bikinis on the beach at Malibu. He’d taken STD tests in case he’d somehow picked up any nasties along the way, although he always used a condom. Clean as a whistle.

No. Nope. Nada. Not even a twitch. Not a flicker of interest.

And that was a big problem for a man like Logan Delos, Playboy Supreme and known for sticking his dick into any available and willing orifices he could find, on a regular basis. He knew he had a manwhore rep… and he kinda liked it.

But now… imagine he hooked up with someone and they started spreading the word around that Logan Delos couldn’t get it up? He felt his face heat up even as the thought raced through his mind.

So he’d stayed away from everyone. Went out for meals and drinks, sure, but at the end of the night?… the date was put in a cab and sent home, sight unseen. Or sight unfucked, he should say.

Logan Delos had been an actual freaking monk for the last however many months.

Now though… fondly he looked down at the tent in his trousers.

Logan Jr was back in town! And ready to rock n’ roll.

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She looked up at you calmly as you stood there, quivering with fear and anger pulsing through your veins. Shecan’tdothis shecan’tdothis shecan’tdothis! Can she? a little voice at the back of your mind questioned.

“You signed up for this in your contract, my dear,” she explained, as if speaking to a recalcitrant child. “I never.. no I didn’t!” you yelled, and her mouth formed a little moue of disapproval. She sighed, picking up the tablet once more and tapping some words into a search field. She scrolled through a document which had loaded onto the screen before handing it over to you to read.

There was that clause you hadn’t ever liked right from the word go, about the scenting and sampling. But now it was longer, a few lines longer.

“If you are chosen by an Alpha after a scenting/sampling session, you hereby agree to live with or be married to your Alpha in perpetuity. You hereby agree to have sex with him in any way he wishes and whenever he wishes, and you hereby agree to procreate with him, as often as he requires. You hereby agree to obey your Alpha in all things.”

And there was your signature, right on the line underneath it. They’d wanted you to sign this particular paragraph on its own in addition to the overall contract, which you’d also signed.

You looked up at her, horrified. “You… you complete bitch! You hid those lines from me on the original contract! I would never have agreed to this if I’d known! Never!”

She smirked at you, “You’re mistaken, dear. The whole paragraph was visible throughout the signing session. You must’ve been so flustered by the scenting/sampling issue that you omitted to read the full thing.” She whipped the tablet back from you, searching for another document before showing you that too. It was a marriage certificate, stating that you and a Logan … Delos?… were legally married in the state of California today. 10 minutes ago.

You could feel your shoulders droop in defeat. “I can’t believe you’ve done this to me. I want to go back to my apartment and think about this.” She shook her head, “Not possible, I’m afraid. You will go to your new husband’s house today, in fact…” she looked at her Patek Phillippe wristwatch, “…you’ll be leaving in 15 minutes. Your clothes and possessions are already packed and in his SUV.”

You tilted up your chin aggressively, “And what about the balance of the money I paid to stay here? I want it back!” She shook her head. “No, dear. That.. and a very generous donation from Mr Delos… will go towards us carrying on with our worthy and philanthropic cause at LPV. To shield and preserve Omegas so they can procreate and continue the genes. If we hadn’t kept you safe here, you… a Platinum Omega.. would’ve been scooped up by some low-life, put in a baby farm and your genes would’ve been so diluted, they’d never have carried forward. Now, you have a handsome, rich husband - a Dark Alpha - who has a very high sex drive ..so he should be able to handle you, dear. Don’t think we haven’t noticed just how many inhibitors you take, even when you don’t have to. You will have gorgeous children, one or more of whom may be pure Platinum, pure Dark or an exciting mix of Dark and Platinum. Such a child could eventually rule the world. We have done you such a big favour, my dear… and one day you will realise that.”

Her talk of genes and suchlike made you distinctly uneasy, and wondered if in a previous life she’d happened to be a supporter of a horrible little guy who’d sported an equally horrible little toothbrush moustache.

You wanted to reply and tell her exactly where to stick her ‘big favour’ but your eyelids began to droop. Your last conscious thought was that they really knew how to get their dope doses right on the money… enough time for you to digitally sign the marriage certificate then BOOM… out like a light.

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Logan drove a lot more carefully than usual up the PCH, his precious cargo asleep in the back seat. He’d been more than a little perturbed when they’d carried her out, already unconscious and placed her in his SUV.

He’d looked at the Beta who seemed to have been designated as his minder until he was off the premises. “Uhhh.. mind telling me exactly what I’m to tell the cops when they pull me over for speeding on the way home and find out I’ve got an unconscious female in my back seat?”

The Beta stared straight ahead, “You tell them the truth, Mr Delos, and show them your marriage certificate. Law enforcement in this state are all aware of the services LPV provides and you will have no issues. Oh…” now she did look at him, “…and don’t speed.”

He grunted, irritated, thinking “nobody likes a smartass”…totally ignoring the fact… of course… that he was the biggest of big smartasses himself.

He felt like a kid again with a shiny new toy, a toy he didn’t know how to work yet. What did he do when he got her home? Move her right into his bedroom and his bed? She was his wife after all. Legally and all that shit. He could stop the car and take her right now if he wanted to and she couldn’t object. Or could she?

Uneasily, his mind went back to her protestations in the CEO’s office. They hadn’t pulled the wool over her eyes, had they? She said she didn’t know anything about the marriage section on that paragraph, and the CEO said she did. Who was gaslighting who? He really didn’t know, and to be honest it wasn’t really his problem. They were legally married - she’d signed off on that clause on the original contract and her fingerprints were scanned onto the marriage certificate so hey, no problem, right?

He hadn’t been able to hear what the CEO had said to her right before her fingers were scanned, however he’d seen both fingers being scanned… willingly… onto that document. So, hey MS Platinum.. deal with it.

And give it up for your new husband.

Logan’s dark eyes closed for a second before reopening, a glint of excitement in them.

He couldn’t fucking wait.

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williamofwestworld · 4 years

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While I’m re-writing William’s bio, I just wanted to put out there in regards to the immortality project and becoming a Host. One of my headcanons was confirmed in season three. William never wanted to be immortal or a Host. That was all on James Delos. Yes, he headed the project, but I have a feeling he only did it because A. It was James Delos, who was his father-in-law. And B. It also allowed for him to have a form of control over the project rather than allowing something so important to fall into the hands of the other Delos Board members. William is paranoid and doesn’t trust anyone, and seeing as how they had a mole, Charlotte, he had a right to be paranoid about the cat getting out of the bag. Being the head of the project meant that he could shut it down if he eventually felt the need to, which he eventually did when he ran across Maeve and found that Hosts did have the potential to be alive. Truly alive. And C. It’s what Delos and the rest of the company wanted, which gave him a pathway to become the head of the company.

James Delos: “Best not speak about the family, my boy. We all know what happened to them.” William: “That was an accident. I didn't know what I was doing.” James: “Oh, like you didn't know what you were doing when you locked me up as part of your little experiment.” William: “You were the one who wanted to live forever.” (S3E6)

There’s a big divide in season 2 especially. William did want to destroy the Forge at one point, while Delos wanted to protect it. The idea of season two was basically to play “capture the flag” with the Forge because the Forge had so much information in it that it could be used as a weapon.

“Imagine what one host can do with that trove of information. That’s why we need to get there first. To secure it, and leverage it to end all this. Dictate the outcome we want.” (Bernard S2E9)

William was not completely on Delos’ side either. He was on his own side:

“But I have received my judgment all the same, Lawrence. And I take issue with it. Because up until this point, the stakes in this place haven’t been real. So I’m gonna fight my way back and appeal the verdict. Then I’m gonna burn this whole fuckin’ thing to the ground.” (William S2E2)

“That’s enough bullshit. You’re just here to distract me. Knock me off my course. It’s cleverly disguised. Well, I see through it. Nothing’s stopping me from getting to the end. Not another one of your games. I make my own decisions, and I’m gonna destroy this whole fuckin’ place!” (S2E9)

And he called the immortality project his biggest mistake:

“I built it. And this place we’re goin’ is my greatest mistake.” (S2E2)

And he thought Delos was going to burn him for trying to destroy it:

“And this revolution you've been waging for 30 years is just a bunch of horseshit Ford ginned up out of some Old comic book. But now, for the first time, you've got yourself a real revolution. You and every other asshole in this place are free. But there's a catch. This whole enterprise is goin' down in flames, and it's gonna take each and every one of us with it. We'll all be dead soon enough. Real dead this time.” (S2E2)

Why did he try to stop Dolores from destroying the Forge, though, if he initially wanted to destroy it?

“Toye confirmed that just as that Logan moment is the linchpin for Delos, Emily’s death in Episode 9—and the fallout from it—is the defining moment, the “pivotal choice,” for the Man in Black. In the future, William has put his human consciousness into a host body, and is running a repeating test on himself in order to figure out if there’s some version of his journey through the park that doesn’t end with him massacring Emily.”

I still firmly believe that this is the reason why he eventually decides to save the Forge. The Host!William that you see at the end of Season 3, is NOT the same Host that you see at the end of Season 2. I can’t say for sure what the circumstances are and how it happened IF William did in fact die at the end of season 3, but there’s a good chance that William lives through season three. I mean, maybe not. But there’s a SMALL chance if what they’re saying is true, here:

“We like Ed Harris so much we’d figure let’s cast him in four different roles. There’s the Ed that we see at the end of the second-season finale which is very, very far in the future, further than where we’ve gotten elsewhere in the show. We lay out the suggestion to the audience that however this plays out, it does not play out well. Then you have the Ed who we’ve tracked through this season, until he’s not, and is struggling with this idea of agency, struggling with this idea of does he have free will.” (x)

Regular William

Second season Host!William

Third season Host!William

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But see... if the second season host William is different than season three’s Host, then someone will still need to make the second season host William... and if it’s what Toye says: “In the future, William has put his human consciousness into a host body, and is running a repeating test on himself in order to figure out if there’s some version of his journey through the park that doesn’t end with him massacring Emily.”, and we haven’t seen this play out yet, the chances are good that William survived season 3. Of course there’s always the possibility of them changing their minds in the future, too.

#meta #spoilers #possible spoilers #westworld spoilers #long post

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the-blind-assassin-12 · 5 years

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See You in New York (part one)

A/N: Hi there, and welcome to another episode of “Alyssa Has No Self Control”, brought to you by Logan Delos and @something-tofightfor. In this thrilling edition, subtitled “How Far Can I Take This One Shot Before It Turns Into A Series” we find out that I am actually incapable of one shots. You see, folks, this all came about from a smooch drabble that turned into a 4.7k word monster... resulting in a smooch that left some people wanting... Now, yours truly is not one to let her friends go thirsty hungry. So consider this ... however many parts it ends up being... my apology for leaving you all so thoroughly unkissed.

Word Count: 5,000 on the schnoz.

*this is a continuation of Services No Longer Required, to which SOMEONE had this to say:

here we go!

Every time the bell above the door signaled another customer walking in, your eyes darted to the entrance, your heart thudding and your mind racing. Oh shit, this is it. You sucked in a breath and froze, plastic stirrer pinched between your thumb and index finger as you contemplated the likelihood of being fired. But it was just another patron; a bubbly teenaged girl with copious curls and a youthful spring in her step as she flounced to the counter to order her triple mocha frappe whatever, and you blew the breath back out, shoulders relaxing as you dropped the stirrer back into your cup. C’mon, Cyn, you’re never late. You absently twirled your earring as you thought about topping off your coffee, but decided against it. You were nervous enough to talk to your boss about the development in your relationship with your most recent client, and more caffeine would only make you more jittery.

In an attempt to calm yourself down, you let your mind wander to Logan- to those dark umber eyes that could soften to cognac or flash to pitch black; to that devilish smile that hinted at mischief but promised authenticity. You’d never met anyone like him, and you were confident that you never would, which is why you’d allowed yourself to agree to his offer to come to New York to take you on a real date once your contract with his company had ended. You’d always taken your career as seriously as possible, sacrificing time with your friends and family, vacations, late nights, relationships. The fact that you’d even considered saying yes to Logan was out of character for you. The fact that you had said yes was blowing your own mind. What the hell were you thinking? Your thoughts screamed at you, admonishing you like a child in time out.

You were thinking that you deserve happiness, you answered yourself in a much softer tone. Aside from the guff he’d given you in response to almost all of your suggestions and conditions while you were working as his image consultant, the six months spent getting to know all of Logan Delos’ ticks, traits, faults and facets were the most memorable in recent years. You’d enjoyed your time with him; enjoyed getting to know him past what was required to know, and you could tell that he enjoyed that, too. You’d seen him interact with countless individuals in that time, and you’d seen how withholding he was with all of them. Logan wasn’t a liar, that you knew for sure, but he wasn’t one to share freely either. Aside from with you. You’d learned things about him that you had a feeling no one else in the world was privy to, and it seemed to make him happy that he’d found someone that he could trust. It made you happy that you were that someone. And that happiness made you say yes. It’s worth it. He’s worth it.

But now, the morning after returning from L.A., you sat in the coffee shop across from your office, waiting to meet with Cynthia to tell her that you’d agreed to go out with a former client- with a very important client with whom her firm had been working for years. It was completely unorthodox, and though you had a great working relationship with your boss, you had no idea how she was going to take this news. She’s going to fire me. That’s how she’s going to take it. You resumed playing with your coffee stirrer, swirling it around in the dregs of your now cold coffee as your eyes fell to your knuckles and heat rose in your chest. You could feel his lips lingering there, breath warm on your skin as he kissed your hand while the clock struck midnight. You’d half expected to turn into a pumpkin, the whole thing feeling like a fairy tale, but you hadn’t, nor had you when he dropped you off at the airport, insisting that he drive you himself, placing another kiss on the back of your hand and giving you a wink as he whispered, “See you in New York,” against your skin. You took a deep, shuddering breath as the tingling warmth spread through your whole body, reassuring you that this was the right decision, regardless of what the outcome of your meeting with Cynthia would be. It had been too long since anyone made you feel the way Logan did with just those two touches of his lips to your hand, with just the way his eyes washed over your face or the ease there was between you both. It’s worth it. This is worth it.

The bell jingled once more and Cynthia stepped into the coffee shop, her sharp eyes on you as she removed her sunglasses and folded them. Tight lips curling into a small smile, she waved and indicated that she would be right over as soon as she got her coffee. You nodded, knowing that she’d texted her order ahead of time and that the line that was wrapping around the small space meant nothing to her. You watched her thank the barista and drop a few dollars into the tip jar before striding over to your table. “Welcome back,” she greeted you as she set her cup down on the table, settling onto the stool across from you. She quickly took her eye glasses from their pocket in her bag and perched them on her nose, magnifying the bright green irises that always felt like they could see through you.

“Thanks, Cyn, it’s good to be back.” You smiled, feeling every ounce of your insides twist as your stomach flopped.

“Is it?” she asked, one brow arching high as she tapped a sugar packet, emptying its contents into her paper cup. You swallowed the ice cold sip you’d just taken, trying not to widen your eyes. Does she already know? How...no. No there’s no way, stop it. You nodded. “Thought you’d really like L.A., that’s all,” she added with a shrug, crumpling the sugar packet and dropping it to the table.

“I did, it was great...but it’s nice to be home.”

“Hmm, home.Yeah, I know what you mean.” She took a sip of her beverage, the steam swirling around her face. “So,” she set her cup down, noticing that yours was empty; noticing that your stirrer was bent and that you’s torn the edge of the cardboard sleeve around your coffee. Shit, she’s good. “You wanted to discuss the Delos case?”

Oh boy, here we go. “I did.” You turned to your bag, opening the flap to take out the notes that you brought with you. “First of all-”

“First of all,” she cut you off, lacing her fingers together and resting the points of her elbows on the table top. “You did a fantastic job. That case was a mess, and you cleaned it up beautifully. I couldn’t be happier with the work you did, nor could Delos. James sent me an email the night of the anniversary gala, raving about the wonders you worked.” She paused and you set the notes down on the table.

“Oh, well that’s really great to hear, Cyn. I didn’t spend much time with James, so to hear that is…”

She took the notes from you, moving her cup aside so that she could scan them as the conversation continued. “Yeah, it’s great. Jim is a tough one to please. I knew you were the right one for the job.” She flipped a few pages as your insides flipped and your heart raced. Say something. Come out with it before she does. “But I have a feeling you wanted to go over more than what blows James’ skirt up?” Her brow was arched again though her eyes were still on the pages in her hands.

“Yeah...I did.” Your voice came out smaller than you’d hoped, so you cleared your throat before continuing. “Cyn, look, I…” you blew out a breath. Fuck, just say it. “Cyn, something... happened. Something that I never meant to happen, and-”

She set the notes down and rested her hands atop them, tilting her head to the side. “That’s always the case, isn’t it?”

You wrinkled your forehead and chewed your bottom lip as she pulled her phone from another pocket of her bag. “I guess...I…” What does she know?

“James wasn’t the only Delos you impressed,” she said, placing her phone between the two of you. She pressed a button to play a voicemail, sitting back and taking a long drink of her latte. Your confusion was short lived as Logan’s voice filled your ears. Eyes glued to the screen, you watched the time bar move slowly across as he spoke.

Cynthia, hi, it’s Logan. Delos. Listen, I can already hear you telling me how crazy this one is, but I assure you it’s not. Something happened with the rep you sent… something I for one never thought would happen- he laughed then, and you cursed under your breath for the color you felt rising to your cheeks- I...I fell for her, Cyn. I mean… fuck, I think I really did...or I am...or… - he sighed and you could picture him combing his hand through his hair or clutching the back of his neck. You felt the air leave your lungs at his admission.- Nothing happened, not until her contract was up, and she didn’t do anything wrong, Cyn, I need you to believe me on that one. But I… she just- another sigh- Look. I know you got rules for your employees and all that. I do too. But I like her, Cynthia. I like her a lot. She’s...she understands me… and spending time with her makes me happy. I asked her if it would be alright if I came to see her in New York...take her out...on a date. And...well, she said yes so I’m planning a trip in a few weeks and I wanted you to hear it from me first. I know she values her job with you and she should. You’re great and so is she. And I know you know my track record better than most- another pause, and when he spoke again there was a serious quality to his tone that you’d heard first hand a few times. It caused a sharp intake of breath- But that’s not what this is about. I… I’m serious, Cynthia. Listen, gimme a call so we can...talk. I know it’s late there but, I had to...just call me, okay? Thanks.

The message ended and you felt the world growing smaller around you until there was nothing but you and Cynthia, the stack of notes, your abused paper cup and her phone. She tapped the same button she had to start the message, closing the voicemail tab, sharp jade eyes watching as you tried to unstick your tongue from the roof of your mouth to speak. He...he called her...he wanted to let her know...because he...because he respects me and… Oh, Logan…

Cynthia cleared her throat and spoke your name more softly than you’d ever heard her speak in a professional setting. “Is that what you wanted to talk about?” She indicated her phone with a point.

You nodded, willing yourself to speak. “Yes...yeah, that’s...that’s what I…”

“Is that true? What he said?” She leaned closer, soft tone still in place.

“Cyn, I...I didn’t even know that’s how he felt until the last night and I-” Your voice was cracking and you could do nothing to stop it.

“And what about you, hmm?” She tilted her head. “How do you feel about everything? About him?”

“I...I didn’t think anything like that about him until…”

Cynthia rolled her eyes. “I know. I know, you did your job perfectly. The press would have had a fucking field day with it if you hadn’t.” She graced you with a small smile that set you a little more at ease. “But is this...is it something you want? Something that could make you happy?”

You thought about her two part question. Something that you want? Yes. You couldn’t deny that you wanted him, wanted a chance to be with him and get to know him even better...you couldn’t deny that you wanted more. Something that could make you happy? God, yes. You thought about his smile and how when he looked down through his long lashes it made him look younger. You thought about his sense of humor and how it matched yours perfectly, about how much you knew about him already and how much there was to learn. You thought about the kiss he’d left you with and how it promised so much more. “Yes,” you answered, voice barely a whisper. “Yes, Cyn, I…I think he could make me really happy…”

She nodded. “I think so too.” What? You knew you looked like a fish, gaping at her open mouthed and stunned. “I’ve known him a long time. You too. And while it’s highly abnormal to become...involved...with one of your clients…” she shrugged. “I called him back and we had a chat. And I get the feeling that Logan won’t be needing our services any more. So I suppose…” she raised her cup to her lips, “I suppose he’s not technically a client anymore, is he?”

“Cynthia… what are you…” you shook your head trying to get your brain to catch up with the conversation.

“Oh come on. How long have you worked for me now? Seven years? Eight?” Ten, actually, but… “I know you. I know you have your head on straight. I know you wouldn’t do something to hurt your career or my company. And I know you haven’t had...I know you’ve been flying solo for a long time. I get it, kid, this business? You have to go here there and everywhere at the drop of a hat. You can’t put down deep roots with a life like that. And I know you don’t regret it. But Logan? You’d regret not giving this a chance. I know that about you, too.”

There was a tear in your eye that you didn’t feel until it was sliding from the corner. You always looked at Cynthia as an older sister of sorts, but you never guessed that she saw you in the same way. Her ability to read people was nothing new to you, but the depth with which she saw you...saw things that were good for you and wanted them for you… it shocked you. “Thank you, Cyn...I…”

She waved her hand. “Don’t thank me, I had nothing to do with it.”

You laughed, a relieved burst of air exiting your lips. “I thought you were gonna fire me, Cyn.”

“Fire you?” She rolled her eyes again. “Don’t be dramatic. You’re my best rep and you have glowing recommendations from my favorite clients. I’d be an idiot to let you go. I’m a lot of things, kid, but idiot isn’t one of them.” You laughed again. “In fact, we have some more things to talk about if the dating advice portion of the morning is over?” She arched her brow one last time and this time it was your turn to roll your eyes.

Later that day when you had some time to yourself in your office, you called Logan, the phone ringing only twice before he answered.

“Hey, it’s my favorite buzzkill!” His voice was cheerful and you couldn’t help but smile at the sound.

“Hey yourself, Delos. You got a minute?”

“Depends...am I in trouble?” You pictured him unbuttoning his jacket and falling onto the leather chaise in his office.

“Trouble is your middle name, Logan,” you teased, pulling a chuckle through the speaker that went right to your heart. “I had an interesting talk with Cynthia this morning.”

“You did, huh?”

“I did. Logan… you...you didn’t have to do that.” You bit your thumbnail. “You didn’t have to-”

“Yes I did. I had to let her know that you didn’t do anything wrong. Had to let her...and you know that I’m...serious about this...about comin’ to see you and...and what that means.” Closing your eyes you could see him sitting up and leaning his elbows on his knees, as though it could get him closer to you. You could picture the narrowing of his eyes, a piece of hair falling across his forehead.

“Logan…”

“You know, right? You know this is...this isn’t how I...you know I’m serious, right?”

You looked down at your hand. “Yeah, Logan, I know you’re serious.”

“Good,” the severity was gone from his voice as in your mind he flopped back into the cushions. “‘Cause I’ve been thinking about you...about...seein’ you and what I’m gonna do when I get there.”

There was more promise in his tone than you’d ever heard from anyone. “Oh yeah?” The A.C. was on full blast in your office, but a sudden flush of warmth rendered it useless. “What have you been thinking about?”

“Oh, lots of things,” he assured you, causing that heat to grow. “Been thinkin’ about your lips and how they taste. Been thinkin’ about your hair and how it’ll feel in my hands. ‘Bout your hips and how they move.” You could hear the want in his voice and you felt it, too. “I’ve been thinking about a lot of things.”

“I’m at work, Delos, you’re gonna make it hard for me to go to my one o’clock if you keep talking like that.” There was more truth to your words than you were letting on and you wondered if he could tell.

“Then I’ll stop. Don’t want to ruin your day.” Oh you’ve ruined lots of days, Logan. He laughed. “I’m really...I can’t wait to see you.” It was honest, you knew.

“That makes two of us, Logan. Can’t wait for you to show me all the things you’ve been thinking about.” You smiled as you spoke, but it quickly died as your eyes landed on the clock. “Listen, I have to get going, Cynthia’s got me on a new project already and there’s a lot to-”

“You don’t have to explain to me. I get it. Go fix someone else’s life like you fixed mine...just don’t let them ask you out, got it?”

“Got it, Delos.”

“Alright, killjoy.” You wouldn’t let anyone else get away with calling you that. “Have a good day. Only twelve left until I come out there and-”

“Counting them down, Logan.” I miss you. “See you soon.”

“See you soon, gorgeous.”

You hung up the phone and took a few minutes to let the blush recede from your skin, to let the giddiness that he made you feel dissipate. It was impossible for the feeling to fade completely, so you carried it with you through the rest of your day, home to your apartment and into your bed, letting thoughts of Logan’s thoughts lull you into the most pleasant dreams you’d ever had. Two weeks has never felt so damn long.

Especially after Cynthia dropped a bomb even bigger than being supportive of you seeing Logan. I’ll have to figure out the right time to tell him…

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At 11:47am on Friday, Logan returned to his office following the last meeting of the morning and promptly began pacing. Striding passed the packed suitcase that he’d brought to work with him, he combed his fingers through his hair and dropped a thick file on his desk. As it hit with a soft thud, he felt himself mentally check out of business mode. Enough of this for now. Barring any last minute crisis that could land in his lap in the next thirteen minutes, he was home free, allowing his thoughts to stray totally and completely across the country to you. It had been increasingly difficult to keep you far from his thoughts since you’d left L.A. two weeks ago, and as he made his third pass by the stunning view that his office boasted, the City of Angels melted completely and all he saw was the sparkle in your eyes when you agreed to let him take you out. The only thought in his head was seeing you again, seeing that sparkle and getting to know you as well as you knew him; getting to kiss more than your hand, getting to know every bit of you as well as he knew your knuckles. I wanna know every inch of her.

It was more than a fleeting physical attraction with you, that was certain. Though he found you absolutely stunning, it was more than the curve of your waist or the swell of your breasts that kept him up at night. It was more than the pout of your lips or the color of your eyes or the style of your hair that distracted him in the middle of mundane meetings. If it had been purely superficial, there would be no way that you could have occupied as much of his mind as you did, especially once you’d left California. No, it wasn’t just your looks, or the hope of getting to look at you naked in bed on top of him. But that’s gonna be...fuck. It was the way his name sounded when it came from your mouth, and the way he involuntarily smiled when he heard it. It was the angle of your eyes when you narrowed them suspiciously at him, and the way that your sideways grin climbed up your cheek as you shook your head at whatever comment or ridiculous thing he’d just said. It was the way you looked at him as more than a client, more than a dollar sign, more than a Delos. You bothered to know him as Logan, and he wanted to know you as you. Every goddamn inch.

He wanted to know what made you happy, what made you laugh and what annoyed you- aside from his antics while he was your client. There were, of course, plenty of things that he picked up on in the last few weeks of your assignment, when he realized that his interest in you was steadily growing. He knew you took your coffee black before 9pm, and with a splash of cream and a packet of sugar if it were later than that. He knew that you preferred Thai food to Chinese, but that Vietnamese Pho trumped both options. He knew when you were irritated because you clenched and unclenched your fists, knew when you were nervous because you fiddled with your earring, twisting it or tugging on it. Once or twice he imagined reaching for your hand and covering it with his own, pulling your fingers from your earlobe and finding some way to soothe your nerves. That was red flag number one for him, one of the things that told him that you weren’t some passing fantasy, some notch on a belt. She never could be.

Red flag number two had come in the form of irrational outrage when you’d denied his invitation to be his date for the Delos anniversary event. He knew perfectly well why you’d turned him down; knew that would be your answer even before he finished telling you that he wished he could take you instead of any of the “approved” companions that he kept on rotation. He respected you for it, for the way that you valued yourself and your career and him and the job that you were hired to do. Logan knew that if you would have thrown away six months of work just to be a bauble on his arm, then you weren’t who he thought you were at all, that you were just like the rest of them, eager to say yes and give in to his whims, eager to see how it could benefit you in some way. But you hadn’t done that. You’d given him what he needed by denying him what he wanted. You’d sternly explained that it was out of the question, and even though he hated himself for the reaction, he felt an odd mixture of anger and vindication bubbling in his blood as he spat venom about you taking one of the Hosts as your date for the evening. He wasn’t used to being told no, was used to finding ways around those two letters, and when he’d heard them from you- from the one thing that he wanted on more than the most shallow of levels- he didn’t know how to process it. Because I’ve never had to… she challenges me… no one else has the balls to do that.

He’d spoken to you a handful of times throughout the two weeks since you’d been gone, and the two of you had kept up a steady enough stream of texts. But despite the near constant contact, he found himself getting anxious about seeing you again. He’d made some changes to his travel plans without telling you, extending his trip two days and moving his reservation from The Four Seasons to The Conrad, the latter being only a 5 minute walk from your office and only 6 minutes from where you told him that you lived and the sole reason for the switch. The Four Seasons was absolutely more renowned. But The Conrad was close to you which made it infinitely more desirable to him. He only hoped that you’d be okay with how much time he planned to spend with you, contemplating telling you over the phone in case you had made other plans or wanted more distance, but deciding to roll the dice and tell you in person. Here goes.

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You yawned as you stood at the arrivals gate, light and sweet coffee in hand as the clock ticked close to 9:30pm. You knew he’d be landing soon, and you wanted to be alert. Finishing the last drops of your drink, you threw the empty paper cup into a nearby garbage can and pulled a small paper sign out of your pocket, Logan’s name scrawled across it in black marker. Despite the long day you’d put in to be able to take Monday off- it was Logan’s last day in New York and you wanted the full day with him- you felt yourself practically bouncing on the balls of your feet. When you caught a glimpse of him coming out of the tunnel your heart stopped beating and started racing instead, and you swore he could hear it because he looked up as soon as the tempo changed, locking eyes with you. His lips fell open and you saw his tongue dart out to wet them, causing you to bite down on your perfectly painted bottom lip. He needs to get over here. Right now. He seemed to have heard that, too, long legs striding around the people in front of him to get to you sooner. You watched his eyes flick down to the sign in your hands and then back up to yours, a smile dancing in their depths, and as he closed the last few feet you lost the ability to breathe.

“Hey,” he practically threw his carry on down, now empty hands filling themselves- one with the sign you held, tossing it next to his bag, the other with your hand, the one he’d kissed. He brought it to his lips, eyes still locked on yours as he pressed them there once more before tugging you by that same hand until he had you right against him. Until his other hand could come up to gently brush the hair from your face. Until he could drop your hand and wrap one arm around your body.

“Hi, Logan,” you whispered, leaning into his palm as it curved around the side of your face. This is… Too good to be true. More than you thought possible when you met him. Actually happening.

He scanned your face as though checking to make sure that you were real, mouth falling open, bottom jaw working to the side before his teeth snapped together. “I’ve been thinkin about you,” he said, voice lower than you’d ever heard.

Oh shit. “Oh yeah?” you asked, reaching up to rake your fingers through his hair, delighting in the little hum you heard as he breathed through his nose. Your other hand came to rest against his chest, and you were overcome with the warmth you felt beneath your palm. Feels so good to be this close...

He nodded, the hand on your cheek sliding around to the back of your neck, fingers pressing lightly into your flesh. “Yeah.”

You looked up into his eyes and pulled your lip between your teeth again, watching his pupils expand. “Prove it.”

He groaned, half a laugh half an absolutely lustful sound as his hands pulled you closer and his lips met yours. You filled your lungs at the last minute, a small whimper coming from your throat as he stole every last bit of that breath, greedily. He held you close, tilting your head slightly by flexing the fingers at the base of your skull, letting them gather your hair as they slid up to cradle the back of your head. Logan… You scratched your nails gently against his scalp, pulling another groan from him, both of you smiling against one another’s lips. He didn’t deepen it further, refrained from taking it too far, reluctantly pulled back, brushing your nose with his before straightening fully to look into your eyes. “How was that for proof?”

You bent to pick up his carry on, handing it to him. He shouldered it, eyes never leaving yours. “I think it’s a good start, Delos.”

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This is the “author’s note” I found on the amazon pages for the pretty hardcover Night World books. My memory is that it was just there, the book-blurb at the top by the cover picture, was this.

Like a bonehead I just copied the text without grabbing a screencap or noting the date. The amazon page now has the publication date is December 2016 so this bit of optimism was just before Ms. Smith vanished. Of course we don’t know when it was written or whose idea it was. Was Strange Fate really finished or was someone just feeling hopeful?

NIGHT WORLD Dear Readers, It’s hard to tell you how much the re-release of the Night World books means to me. It has allowed me to come full circle, to complete a cycle that began with Secret Vampire. It has allowed me to finish Strange Fate, which grew into an epic that included roles for almost every Night World character. And Strange Fate allowed me to show the origins of the Night World, the apocalypse that threatens to destroy it, and even a possible future in which the evil side of the Night World prevails. I am often asked how I conceived the idea for the Night World series. It began when I wanted to write stand-alone novels that would combine horror and romance. But I wanted more: I wanted to do a series in which this Night World—a vast, secret world that exists within the everyday world—would slowly reveal itself to readers. That’s why the first book is called Secret Vampire: the inhabitants of the Night World, composed of vampires, shapeshifters, witches, and other supernatural creatures I wanted to invent, are hidden from humans. A vampire is necessarily a secret vampire … because of the laws. I also wanted to write about a new kind of forbidden love. That’s not easy—most good forbidden love topics were old by Shakespeare’s time. But with this series, I could create the possibility of forbidden love simply by saying that the laws of the Night World prohibit a Night Person from falling in love with a human. But I still needed one more ingredient. I needed the rise of the soulmate principle to actively force Night People to fall in love with humans, no matter how hard they fought against it. Voilà! Then it was just a matter of making up interesting characters and setting them loose in my head to see what they would do. I often begin like that: sitting in a quiet room and searching for a sparkle in my mind that could become my new heroine. Sometimes it’s easy and a whole character shimmers before me. Sometimes I only get the faintest firefly glimmer of a new girl, and I have to hold my breath and see if that glimmer will materialize into a three-dimensional person. Heroes and anti-heroes are easier. It’s just a matter of picking one that will be a true soulmate for my heroine. I have a whole collection of these characters in my mind, all trying to crash the party. And they’re usually bad boys. The settings and in-depth plot development are another layer of work. But often the characters just run off and do what they want, and I have trouble keeping up with their antics on my keyboard. One thing I always do is look carefully at my characters and plot from all angles to make sure I’m not plagiarizing a book or series that I may have read before. That’s just normal procedure for ethical authors: we make sure our stories aren’t too much like another story we might have read. Of course, there are many ideas that have been around since the Babylonian myths, and many characters that are archetypal. But, really, it’s almost impossible to take many things from the body of another author’s work—say, someone else’s character(s) or plot or story device—without actually intending to do so. I can’t imagine wanting to do that. I wish I could say every author felt the same. Poppy North is a character I examined very carefully. I wanted to make sure she wasn’t too much like Bonnie McCullough, another petite character of mine from The Vampire Diaries. I didn’t even want to plagiarize myself ! But Poppy convinced me that she was a tough little squirt who by high school had already planned out her future, which is very unlike Bonnie. Poppy was going to marry her mysterious friend James—she just hadn’t informed him yet. Also, unlike Bonnie, she had a fatal flaw in her small body. In Secret Vampire, I knew I was dealing with a serious issue: terminal cancer in a high school girl. So I did a lot of research before deciding on a type of cancer that would be truly inoperable and give Poppy only a month or two to live. I went to several hospitals to talk to nurses in oncology wards. I always brought toys for the hospitalized children, but the whole subject was so heartbreaking I was almost afraid to tackle it. Once I did, though, I found that Poppy was even stronger than I had imagined. In the book, she makes the only choice she can to go on living, and she never looks back. Poppy is one of my favorite girls, and she ushers in Ash Redfern, who quickly became one of my favorite bad boys. Ash has a murky past of womanizing and … well, more womanizing. Ash returns in Daughters of Darkness because he has been ordered by the leader of all vampires, Hunter Redfern, to bring his three runaway sisters back to their cloistered vampire island. But when Ash locates his sisters, he runs straight into the human stargazer Mary-Lynnette, and the sparks begin flying—literally. Mary-Lynnette is a character I made up when I was a kid, and I’m always surprised by how many people like her and Ash together. Mary-Lynnette spends most of the time expressing her feelings for Ash by kicking him in the shins, but their dialogues are some of my favorite passages in the whole series. Ash, in turn, escorts Quinn into the series. And Quinn (who does have a first name, though he rarely uses it) is one really scary guy. A vampire since 1639 A.D., Quinn is sharp, cold, humorless, and heartless. Unlike Ash, who is mainly guilty of an incredibly long series of one-night stands, Quinn enters the series as a human slave trader. That is, he provides vampires with young girls, and he doesn’t ask questions about what happens to the girls afterward. This led to a problem: How on earth was I going to redeem this villain enough to make him someone’s soulmate in The Chosen? I really sweated over that. My first task was to make Quinn more sympathetic. The best way to do it seemed to be by telling a bit of Quinn’s own tragic story: how he falls in love with sweet Dove Redfern, and how her vampire father decides to make Quinn his heir. Dove’s father is Hunter Redfern, one of the most important vampire leaders in Night World history. This is the same Hunter Redfern who, nearly half a millennium later, sends Ash to drag his sisters back home. The same Hunter Redfern who sends his daughter, Lily, after Jez in Huntress. The same Hunter Redfern who tries to turn Delos into a merciless killer in Black Dawn. But, as a boy, Quinn doesn’t know anything about the Night World, and he is deeply in love with gentle Dove. When Hunter makes him a vampire by force and then when Quinn can’t save Dove from being killed, Quinn’s heart freezes over. For four hundred years it accumulates ice—until he meets Rashel. That’s another favorite scene of mine: when Rashel, a dedicated vampire hunter since (guess who?) Hunter Redfern killed her mother, encounters Quinn. A group of Rashel’s fellow vampire slayers have captured Quinn and plan to torture him, and Rashel is left alone to guard him. Quinn, feeling old and tired despite his youthful appearance and great power, gives himself up for dead—and is a little glad to do so. Rashel, however, can’t stomach the idea of torture. When Rashel talks to this most-hated vampire and hears his story, she deliberately sets him free. And that astonishes him. But it’s the soulmate principle working its magic. I loved making two such strong-willed enemies succumb to the silver cord that connects them. I especially loved hearing Quinn warning Rashel not to let him go—and then protecting her when her comrades arrive back in time to see that she’s let him loose. I really loved writing about Quinn and Rashel’s soulmate sequences. As Rashel enters Quinn’s mind, she sees “thorny scary parts” but also “rainbow places that were aching to grow” and “other parts that seemed to quiver with light, desperate to be awakened.” She begins to think that people ask so little of themselves. If the mind of a slave trader can look like this, an ordinary person must have the power to become a saint. It is with this revelation (and much penance on Quinn’s part) that Quinn is redeemed. That’s the thread that binds all the novels together: redemption. The possibility of a second chance. Everyone has choices to make, but even the most evil of vampires can choose to atone and be redeemed. It may not necessarily stave off punishment in this world or the next, but redemption is possible. I’ve been asked who my favorite characters are, and the answer always changes because it depends on the book I’m writing. Right now my favorites are three characters from Strange Fate. As for my favorite couples in the published books? Morgead and Jez—I suppose. Who would find themselves at greater odds than a vampire gang leader and his onetime superior, a vampire who finds out she is half human? I learned some cool martial arts moves as a bonus for writing about them. Then there is Keller, one of my all-time favorite heroines, and Iliana, the beautiful Witch Child, and Galen, ruler of the shapeshifters: the love triangle in Witchlight. Keller starts out seeming brusque and businesslike, but the love of Galen and of the unselfish Iliana help to heal her inner wounds. And I can’t forget Thierry and Hannah, and Circle Daybreak. I created Circle Daybreak because the Night World witches had only two clans: Circle Twilight and Circle Midnight. Those, like Thea in Spellbinder, who belong to Circle Twilight are not-so-wicked witches (that is, they don’t want to exterminate all humans like the darkest witches, those who belong to Circle Midnight), but they are still wicked enough. So what was to be done with all these new soulmates, when Night World law said that they must be put to death? Someone had to make a place for them where they would be safe, and I decided it was Thierry, one of the oldest vampires, and Hannah, his Old Soul soulmate, who has lived hundreds of lifetimes without ever reaching the age of seventeen. They are the ones who revive Circle Daybreak, where humans and Night People can forget about past tragedies and concentrate on a brighter future together. Although Thierry is an old vampire, he isn’t the oldest vampire. There is one older, the one who Changed him. She provides another thread that binds the series: the pitiless Maya. Maya is the first vampire, the witch who finds the secret of eternal life—and chooses to use it for evil. But there will be plenty more about her, including a look at the young Maya, her sister Hellewise, and their mother, Hecate Witch-Queen, in the upcoming Strange Fate. And so now I’ve come full circle, back to Strange Fate. But I can’t finish until I add the other joy that the re-release of Night World has brought me. It’s brought me into contact with you by e-mail. Night World fans write so many intelligent, articulate, courteous, exciting e-mails! I love to get messages from “old” fans, who say my works “got them through high school.” Thank you for them! And messages from new fans, who say they have just read all my reissued books—and are impatient for more. Thank you! And the messages that simply demand: “When is Strange Fate coming out?” Thank you, too! With a full heart, all I can say is thank you, thank you, and thank you again! I never thought I would have a chance to write an open letter to all Night World fans, and I can only wish that you knew how grateful I am … for this second chance. Sincerely, (LJ Smith signature image) P.S. I love to get e-mail, letters, and messages. Visit me at ljanesmith.net!

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