#grant ewing

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kisses prompts

22: kisses in the rain with grant and dusty as prompted by @headcanonsfromanelfblossom 💕

Dusty can’t help but laugh. Even as the rain pours harder and begins to soak into her clothes and hair. The frustrated look on Grant’s face only deepens with each shake of the umbrella that remained stubbornly half open.

“Babe,” Dusty speaks up between a fit of giggles. Grant grunts in reply and shoves the umbrella forward still with no success. “It’s okay, we’re almost home anyway,” she assures with a carefree smile. She found it so easy to do that around him.

“Just,” Grant huffs, waving a hand. “There’s a trick to it,” he insists, fumbling with the umbrella handle. By now, they were both drenched, the need for any cover long passed. “Ye just need to-ah ha!” He declares in victory.

The umbrella flies open, only to fly off in the gust of wind. Grant stands motionless and staring, heedless to Dusty doubling over in peels of laughter. Grant turns to Dusty after a moment, a crooked handle.

“Well, I’m glad ye can find the humor in this, lass.” Grant grumbles, though a smile plays on his lips. Dusty stands straight, wiping her eyes free of rain and the slight tears from her laughter.

“I’m sorry,” She apologizes, catching her breath. “I’ll stop,” She says, swallowing. They stare at each other quietly, the rain pelting harder. Dusty snorts, and laughs again.

Grant rolls his eyes, tossing the broken handle into a garbage can, before slipping his arm around her waist and pulling her close. “Ye broke that promise real quick,” he says, nuzzling her nose to hers. Dusty wiggles as his scruffy face tickles against her, and makes no reply as she leans closer to him. Their lips trace teasingly close, before she steals the first kiss, and he steals the next. Dusty sighs contentedly against his lips when he kisses her fully.

They’re barely notice the rain anymore.

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Grant and Dusty on a Full Moon night, prompted by @headcanonsfromanelfblossom 💕 (inspo song)

The resounding howls become distant echoes. Until all Dusty hears is the sound of wind whipping around her, rushing through her cream colored fur. A Hunter’s Moon moves slowly across the dark sky. It’s haunting yellow hue, shines her way further into the forest. It’s not until she loses the scent of the city entirely does Dusty slow her run to a gradual stop. Nighttime’s natural sounds begin to fill the air, and Dusty closes her eyes and let’s them fill her senses. Ruffling leaves brings her back and she turns her head, amusement filling her eyes at the newcomer. ‘Took ya long enough,’ she teases. ‘I thought I’d spend the night alone.’

Grant slows down and huffs. His eyes gleam in the dark, moving towards Dusty. ‘Ye just had a head start, lass.’ His voice is a low grumble in her head and Dusty’s ears flick forward.

‘Am I hearnin’ a challenge?’

‘Absolutely not,’ Grant replies. He stands before her, his dark fur looks much smoother in the moonlight. ‘Is this where ye wanted to show me?’ He asks, stretching his front legs, glancing up at her.

Dusty turns, and trots off. Grant huffs once more, and follows. In a few minutes the forest clears and all they see is a clear view of the night. The cliff they stand on towers so high, it seemed as if they could practically touch the moon and stars above. ‘This is it,’ Dusty finally replies. her voice wavering with wonder. Even if she had been here countless times before, it always seemed she was seeing if for the first time. ‘Where earth and heaven seem to meet.’

Grant stands beside her, and observes the scene. The forest was its own city. The trees the skyscrapers, and endless stars its dazzling skyline. The wind brushes through, shaking the leaves and sending shivers through them both. ‘For once...’ Grant starts, his eyes turning to her. ‘I think I’m at lost for words.’

‘That’s a surprise,’ Dusty laughs. Grant bumps his head to hers and Dusty barks shortly, pressing a paw to his face. ‘Now,’ Dusty says, nuzzling against his neck. Grant meets her affection, nuzzling back to her. ‘Are ya up for a hunt...or an obligatory howl at the moon?’

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line-dancin’

@headcanonsfromanelfblossom​ and i talked about grant and dusty being Cute at the honkytonk SO i had to

Grant sidesteps and avoids a crash with the gaggle of tipsy goblins that rush for the dance floor. He lifts the drinks in his hands up slightly, waiting for the last cackling goblin to catch up with her friends before continuing his way back to Dusty. The Tim McGraw song comes to an end and the flashing multi-color lights dim, finally taking the blinding blur from his vision. He still couldn’t believe how he let Dusty talk him into coming here.

“There ya are,” Dusty greets as Grant comes to the table. She gives him a bright smile and Grant realizes that’s how she talked him into it. “Thought ya might’ve gotten lost.” She teases gently, watching as he settles into the chair.

“Ye can’t lose me that easily,” Grant shakes his head. “One cinnamon maple whiskey sour.” He presents the drink to her. Dusty perks up, sliding the drink closer to herself with a ‘thank you’ between quick sips. Her eyes close in satisfaction. 

“They make the best ones here,” Dusty declares, licking her lips. She catches the way Grant’s brow quirks and clears her throat. “After yours of course.” She corrects sheepishly. 

Grant’s laugh is low, as he takes a sip of his own drink. “So, this is where ye run off to when you’re not at the pub?” He asks, glancing around. He had always heard of The Maze, but till now, it had never caught his attention. It was big, loud, flashy, just about what he’d expect from a honky-tonk. 

Dusty takes another careful sip, not too eager for a buzz just yet. “Not all the time,” She replies. “Just when I feel like dancin’, or feel a bit homesick.” Dusty rests her chin on her palm, watching Grant. “I meant to tell ya, that hat really does ya justice.” She adds with a giggle. Grant lifts his eyes and tips the cowboy hat back.

“I’m glad ye think so,” Grant says, leaning back. It wasn’t his usual getup. Dusty wasn’t in hers either. Instead of covering herself with that usual leather jacket, she wore a fitted flannel, with the hems tied at the end, and skinny jeans. It was a nice change up for the both of them. “I wore it just for tonight and you.” He continues, swiping his fingers over the hem of the hat like he saw in a western movie.

Dusty laughs, but quickly pauses when a new song starts up. Why Not Me by the Judds begins, and her eyes widen in excitement at the familiar beat. She’s up on her feet in seconds, and taking Grant’s hands, tugging him. He blinks in puzzlement before allowing her to heave him up and lead him to the dancefloor. “This is my favorite song!” Dusty exclaims over the music. “It’s the first one I ever learned to line dance to,” She says, moving Grant into position.

“Er, lass…” Grant begins unsure. “It’s my first time ever line dancing,” He points out, but still allows Dusty to move him how he needs to be. It was an excuse to let her be handsy. He grins slightly when she feels her hip bump to him.

“Oh, it’s easy,” Dusty promises. She smiles and waves to Donna, who danced a few lines down. The giantess waves back, mistakenly lifting her partner, swinging him around. Donna winces and gently sets them down, apologizing. Dusty laughs quietly and looks to Grant once more. “Watch, follow me.” She instructs.  Grant watches closely, but doesn’t follow. Not right away. Dusty moves with ease, spinning herself around, dancing on beat. He sees her urge him on and Grant tries, successfully missing a few steps. Dusty throws her head back with a heartfelt laugh. She holds onto his arms, counting out the steps, and the fumble as their legs crash, and step on each other. Soon they’re both laughing as they make up their own dance there. “You’ll get it,” Dusty nods, dancing around him. There’s a sway to her body that he just can’t help but catch his arm around her waist. He doesn’t miss the flush that colors her face, even in the flashes of color and light.

 “Like this?” He asks quietly, gently pulling her close. 

“N-not exactly, but...I think it’s a really good step.” Dusty replies, relaxing against him. He leans closer for her lips, and Dusty catches his hat, hiding their faces away from the crowd as he kisses her fully. Dusty blinks and smiles dazed a bit as it ends. “A really good step.” She agrees in a sigh.

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A dark theatre, ghostly apparitions flitting through the seats, the curtains rising, and a haunting violin melody.

It’s not a date. It’s not a date. I mean, it could be a date. He didn’t exactly make it out like it is one- holy crap, why am I overthinking this? Dusty shakes her head with an exasperated sigh, and allows her body to sink further against the plush red velvet seat. She expected more dust and cobwebs in the old theater, but it was oddly kept up in that area. But still, the effects of time could be seen and felt. Paint chipped at the arm rests of the seats, and the musty smell of history seeped from the walls. The chandelier overhead missed a few crystals, and barely shines above a dim, leaving the theater in a hazy darkness. It was all very...oddly romantic. Even with the ghosts. 

“Popcorn with chocolate bits throughout,” Grant’s voice speaks up. Dusty turns her head to see him walking down the aisle, and he presents a bright striped bag to her, with a brow raised in amusement “just as ye ordered.”

“Thank you,” Dusty takes the bag with a smile. “Do ya wanna try some?” She offers, holding it to him as he takes his seat next to her. Grant holds up a hand with a small shake of his head, chuckling.

“Nay, lass. That’s yers to enjoy. Though I dinna know how you can,” He replies, he lifts a long leg to rest on the empty seat before them. “Sweet and salty?” 

Dusty scoffs, munching on a handful. “Don’t knock it till ya try it.” She says between bites. A cold chill suddenly falls over them. Dusty feels her skin prickle and Grant’s body tenses.

The wispy figure of an usher appears, its hollow eyes peering down at them. “Sir,” He speaks slowly. “Please kindly lower your leg, it will block the other guests.” 

Grant looks around at the empty theater. “Yer kidding me, aye?” He asks, looking back at the usher. Dusty presses her lips together and holds in a laugh. A ghostly form of a couple comes up and easily passes through Grant’s leg without any qualms. Dusty leans forward and covers her mouth, muffling her laughter. The usher grunts and vanishes the words ‘I’m not paid enough for this’ echoing behind him. Grant and Dusty share a look before laughter erupts between them. 

“Shhhhh!” A harsh reprimand comes from an elderly woman. Her spectral figure floating above her seat across the aisle. She points to the chandelier that flickers weakly, signaling the shows start. “HUUUURBEERT!” she screeches after. “The show, darling!” Almost reluctantly the figure of a thin man appears, looking sullen. Grant turns away and raises his brows to Dusty.

“Quite the pair.” He whispers by her ear. Dusty’s skin prickles again. For a much different reason. The curtain of the stage raises. She barely hears the haunting violin playing when Grant’s hand comes around her own.

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prompt: i jokingly told you that the only way i’d marry you was if you did this weird outlandish thing, and you actually did it, and i’m kind of charmed.

prompted by @leoswritingcorner ♥

grant x dusty’s playlist

Dusty sits at the bar, where a younger werewolf wipes down the counters.

“Grant’s not back, yet?” she asks as neutrally as she can, keeping eye contact only with the glass bottle of her beer. 

The pup looks over at her and lifts an eyebrow, but shakes their head.

“No ma’am,” they say with a shrug, “Didn’t say when he would be back.”

Dusty nods and takes a long swig of her beer, and stares at her reflection in the mirror behind the bar. It’s been weeks, at this point, and she’s starting to get scared he actually took off.

“He’ll be back,” Eun Ae says, floating over the bar. “Don’t you fret,” she adds, glancing down at Dusty, “There’s very little he wouldn’t do for you, Sheriff Holliday.”

“Thanks Eun Ae,” Dusty says sullenly, taking another swig of her beer.

Another week drags by at work, and she winds up at the pub after her shift on Wednesday night. It’s pouring rain, it’s Trivia Night, and Rhonda is leading it in Grant’s absence.

It doesn’t seem to be going well.

A few rounds go by, and Dusty snorts into her beer as Rhonda struggles to pronounce Worcestershire, and the door to the bar opens loudly behind her.

Dusty barely turns, instead finishing off her drink and waving to the bartender for another one. They slide another towards her, with a cheeky smile. She lifts an eyebrow but takes a swig as someone taps on her shoulder.

“Dusty?”

She nearly spits out the beer, setting the glass bottle down and swivelling on the barstool to see Grant.

He’s soaked through, wet ginger hair falling in his bright blue eyes, and a grin is plastered on his face.

“D’ye miss me?”

Dusty narrows her eyes, swallowing her beer before assessing him.

“You took off without any kind of note or message, left the apartment empty, and haven’t been in touch in weeks,” she accuses, setting the beer down on the bar to stare at her boyfriend, ignoring the curious gazes of patrons.

“Well,” he drawls, shoving a hand into his jacket pocket, “I had to go find somethin’.”

She blinks, tracking the movement with a detective’s eye. “Find what?”

“Ye told me ye’d only marry me if I proposed with Maybelle’s ring,” Grant says matter-of-factly, “And I knew ye wouldn’t take too kindly to me goin’ to yer family, but I did anyway. Roughed up your brother some, and let me tell you, yer better off darlin’,” he continues, pulling out a small box from his pocket as he drops to one ring

“Grant Kentigern MacLeod, I was joking,” she gasps, clasping her hands together in front of her chest.

“Well, ye should’ve told me that before I went an’ fought yer brother for this,” he continues, popping open the box. 

“Well folks, looks like we’ll be pausing trivia for a sec, gonna find out whether these werewolves are gonna tie the knot,” Rhonda says over the microphone, “No pressure Dusty.”

“Thanks Rhonda,” the sheriff calls, her eyes not leaving Grant’s.

“Well,” he says with a charmingly crooked grin, “You’re the best person in my life, an’ make me want to always be a better person. I’d do anythin’ for you, and want to spend my life with you. Will you marry me, Dusty?”

The bar’s patrons all hold their breath in anticipation as Dusty regards the werewolf in front of her, holding her great-great-great-great-grandmother’s ring in his hand.

“Yes, Grant, yes I’ll marry you,” she says softly, holding out her left hand to him. He whoops, sliding the simple gold band, with its single stone, onto her left ring finger, before wrapping his arms around her to pull her to him for a kiss, spinning her around.

“Well, there we have it, a win for the straights,” Rhonda continues over the mic, “Now, back to trivia. Question, lucky number thirteen people, how many taste buds does the average person have? Well, I’ve got a question now, who the hell writes these?”

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i’ll kiss your lips again

no kisses, several vignettes of several ships/ship-adjacent

The woman sitting at the bar is beautiful, in a way Grant can’t quite describe. The light hits her in such a way that can’t be natural - magic has to be involved.

He wipes the counter down, making his way down the bar to her. She lifts an eyebrow as he approaches, and he grins, leaning forward.

“Can I getcha anythin’ else, lass?” he drawls, giving her a wink. American girls love the accent. She laughs, shaking her head.

“I’ll take another Moscow Mule,” she replies with a smooth Irish accent, tapping her fingers against the bar. 

“Irish!” Grant laughs delightedly, “Love to meet a fellow countrywoman.”

She laughs, watching as he mixes her drink.

“You sound Scottish, not Irish,” she says, the light falling over her face so nicely, it must be a filter in real life.

“Ye caught me,” Grant says, nodding as he pushes the drink towards her, “But how many other Irishwomen or Scots d’ye know here stateside?”

“Only a couple,” she admits, sipping her drink.

“I’ll count myself among them,” he adds, leaning over the bar, “Maybe ye can get to know me better?”

The woman laughs, leaning forward.

“What time does your shift end?” she asks confidently, “And we’ll see.”

~

She barely hears the lock click, her music blasting throughout the study, and her nose buried in an old book. Anya’s fingers fly across her keyboard, transcribing the relevant notes as she flips the page.

“Anya, you alive?” 

“In the study,” she yells, flipping the page carefully. 

She barely flicks her eyes up as Nach enters, leaning against the doorframe.

“Did we have plans?” she asks, sitting up slightly. He nods, flicking his eyes over her.

“Aye,” he says, entering the room. He sets his bag down on an armchair, circling the desk. “We’re supposed to go for dinner. You texted me that we were still good.”

“Well we’re not good,” she says, turning her attention back to the book on her desk. “Dad finally got me access to this book from the Bates collection, and Edgar wants it back by the end of the week so I have to transcribe everything I need - I’m mentally translating and I’ll write out the other translations later.”

She hums a little as Nach’s hands find her shoulders, rubbing gently.

“We don’t have to go out,” he says quietly, “You can work, I’ll order takeout, and amuse myself somehow.”

Anya swallows a groan as he works out a knot between her shoulder blades.

“Takeout is on you?” she asks, twisting her neck slightly to look up at him. He nods. “That Chinese place that you took me once - with the dumplings. That’s what I want.”

Nach shrugs. “Sure,” he says, pressing his thumbs against the base of her neck. “I can make that happen.”

~

“Dusty!” Grant cheers, waving as she enters the bar with her colleagues. “Glad to see ye lass.”

She smiles, her cheeks flushing prettily.

“Nice to see you too Grant,” she replies, waving back as she takes a seat at the bar. “Busy night?”

“Not really,” he says with a shrug, striding to the end of the bar, lifting the bar to duck out. “Not my problem anymore.”

She blinks as he sits next to her, tapping the bar with his hand.

“Ye come in on Thursdays,” he says, feeling his own cheeks heat up, “So I switched my evening for a day shift, so I could uh, be on this side o’ the bar with ye for once. Is that okay?”

He swallows, feeling too forward, but keeps smiling as she watches him, a small smile spreading over her lips.

“It’s okay,” she finally says, twisting on the stool to face him. “It’s very okay Grant.”

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Grant & Dusty pretty please!!

Gives nose/forehead kisses: grant!!! he wraps his arm around her and just scoops her up to kiss her nose or forehead

Gets jealous the most: grant!!! he doesn’t show it to others but when they get home he’s all over her

Picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive: dusty picks grant up after drinking after his shifts more often then they’d like

Takes care of on sick days: dusty takes care of grant when he has a man-cold - she’s really sweet but tough-love on him

Drags the other person out into the water on beach day: it’s a mutual dragging into the water! grant probably grabs her around the middle and pulls her into the water.

Gives unprompted massages: grant - he’ll knead her shoulders when he comes into the office to visit, or give her a long back massage after a stressful week

Drives/rides shotgun: dusty drives, grant is shotgun

Brings the other lunch at work: grant pops by the sheriff’s office with lunch before going to the bar

Has the better parental relationship: dusty i think

Tries to start role-playing in bed: grant

Embarrassingly drunk dancer: i can see dusty being a very enthusiastic line dancer when drunk - she just line dances to Anything

Still cries watching Titanic: neither of them

Firmly believes in couples costumes: grant - he’s getting ready for halloween in august

Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas: dusty - i can see her getting him something sentimental and expensive and he might cry a lil

Makes the other eat breakfast: grant - he makes sure dusty has an easy meal ready if / when their schedules are flip-flopped for her

Remembers anniversaries: grant

Brings up having kids: grant

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grant thoughts

has an estranged twin brother who still lives in scotland, unaware of grant being a werewolf. they reconnect when grant and dusty get serious - she encourages him to reach out to his family and he and killian establish a bit of an awkward brotherly bond

grant is a People Person and an Extrovert. he loves being around people, chatting, getting to know others. it’s part of what makes him an excellent poker player.

he loves owning and operating the bar. once he and dusty become parents he stops working the evening shift as much but will pop in when he can to visit the regulars

hosts a casual poker night at his apartment for buddies every few weeks

plays the guitar and sings, but doesn’t perform at open mic nights because he thinks it’s an abuse of his platform of employee/owner of bar

is known for being pretty chill but when someone really gets under his skin he’s got quite a temper and can be prone to attacking

his wolf form is large and reddish grey

resents wet dog jokes

he’s very excited when people enter the bar, especially if he knows them. enthusiastic greetings, cheers, “how are ya nows” etc.