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[everbluesky]

A Road-stop Diner Date

Happy Holidays everyone! I was so excited to participate in @msaholidayspirits msa Secret Santa event! Here is my gift for @paprik-a-art, who is an amazing artist! Go check them out!

The gang has stopped at a road-side diner for a dinner date together! Mystery is absent because dogs aren’t usually allowed in diners, so I made the diner Mystery colors. Anyways, I hope you like it!

[chantillyxlacey]

for the sentence fanfic thing i’d love some lewvithur starting with the sentence “Date nights were more interesting now that Lewis and Vivi had a third.”

They laughed on dates more often, for one thing.That wasn’t to say that Lewis and Vivi didn’t make each other laugh, but Arthur had always been the funniest of the three of them: at turns witty and absolutely goofy-- sometimes both at once-- and it seemed to come to him effortlessly. They’d find themselves leaning on each other in helpless stitches, Lewis struggling to keep his hair from fizzling like a sparkler and Vivi fighting off hiccups, until they finally managed to get a grip on themselves-- only to make eye contact and collapse once again into hilarity.

It was odd, how it was so familiar and yet so new all at once. Arthur had always been funny and he’d always made them laugh, but it was different now. Now that Lewis could bury his nose against Arthur’s throat to feel his laughter so intimately close to its source. Now that Vivi could, upon sensing him raring up for an especially atrocious pun, snag him by the vest and tug him down to stopper his grinning mouth with hers. He’d kiss her back and blush so charmingly, and crack the awful joke anyway as soon as she pulled away.

The kinds of dates they tended to go on had changed as well. Lewis was something of a traditionalist when it came to date ideas: dinner, movies, maybe dancing-- and Vivi heavily favored museum dates. Before they’d started dating Arthur, they’d never gone on a bowling date. Not once! Now whenever a case took them to a town with a good bowling alley, or pool hall, or arcade, they made sure to set aside an evening for a date. 

This too was familiar yet also entirely new territory. They’d gone to these kinds of places with Arthur all the time before, but they’d always been outings rather than dates. Some things were brand new, sure: now they held hands and bet kisses on winning and losing; but functionally speaking, there wasn’t much difference between being on an outing with their friend and razzing each other over doing badly in a game or cheering when they did well, and doing those things when they were on a date with their boyfriend. Only functionally speaking, though-- it felt different, in a way that was hard to quite put words to.

That unnamable something followed Arthur not just into their date nights, but everything else they invited him into as well: evenings spent in and nights spent piled and curled and tucked together as they slept (or came as close to sleeping as they could), the ordeal of waking up and routine of getting ready in the mornings. There’d been something missing there, and it had taken them far, far too long to realize it, but at least now that Arthur was there, right where he should have been all along, they could make up for the lost time.

[distractedhistotech]

This Was a Waste of Time

Meanwhile, Lewis was doing something incredibly important.

“Okay, guys…” Lewis formed a blackboard with the words ‘Operation Get Back Together’ written on it.

Mystery’s mouth fell open.  What? What?!

“I need to figure out how to get back together with Vivi and Arthur,” continued Lewis.

Lewis thought he’d been dating both of them at the time of his death?!

…

Well, it was better than Lewis thinking Arthur stole his girlfriend.

“Now the simplest solution would be to remove whatever curse is keeping them from remembering me,” said Lewis.  “…Unfortunately, I know nothing about this curse, including where it came from or how to remove it.  So do any of you know anything about this?”

The deadbeats shrugged while Mystery nervously looked away.

“Right, figured that was the case,” admitted Lewis as he crossed out that option.  “Probably not gonna happen, which sucks for many reasons. Still I won’t take it completely off the table since we might manage to find something.  So we go to the next option:  Rebuild our relationship.”

Lewis started pacing, his legs going through the floor of the van as it was too small for him to actually stand in.  “So they’re not gonna just fall in love with me.  That only happens in bad rom-coms.  And occasionally magic manga.  Which I guess this could sort of be.”  He paused.  “I guess they might have some subconscious memories of me.  It would explain why they trusted me so easily.”

The deadbeats nodded along with some chirps.

“That being said, there will be no taking advantage of them,” insisted Lewis.  “So you can be friends with them, but no trying to eat Arthur or anything.”  The deadbeats gave him startled looks.  “…Well, it’s happened before, and, um, anyway, just be nice and treat them with respect,” finished Lewis.

The Deadbeats saluted in agreement.

Lewis nodded. “Good.  Now, as for me…”  He paused for a moment.  “Well, I guess they’ll have to get to know me again.  Traveling with them should work for now.  When we get back to Tempo, I can probably still spend time with them since they’re interested in the whole ghost thing.  The real problem is that I can’t really go out in public with them unless I’m invisible, and then I can’t really interact with them.”

One particular deadbeat chirped at Lewis.

Lewis nodded towards…him? Her? It?  What pronoun applies when even the ghost doesn’t know its gender?  “Good point.  If we’re investigating a haunted house with other ghosts, that won’t matter. We didn’t run into them very often back when I was alive…although we might not have been aware of any ghosts. We’re pretty good at hiding when we want to.”

Lewis huffed. “So we’ll need more haunted houses…but that might not be a good thing considering Arthur.  Suddenly all the crazy stuff that happened to him during cases makes a lot more sense.”  Seriously, now that he was a ghost Arthur had some sort of magnetic aura that felt like a warm pile of laundry on a cold day.  No wonder he was such a weirdness magnet…  “On the bright side, since we’ll be spending a lot of time in the van we’re kind of stuck together…in a good way!  I hope.”  Lewis thought for a moment.  “I guess the most I can do is extend the road trip so we spend more time in the van, but I won’t exactly have a lot of control over that.”

Lewis tapped his arm a couple of times.  “I guess that means…just keep doing what we’re doing.”

…

“Maybe add some flirting after a couple of months.”  Lewis dismissed the blackboard.  “And maybe therapy.  I don’t seem to be acting as rationally as I remember.”

[polyskulls]

these guys are giving me mega ot3 feels qwq

kudos to you if you get what i was trying to do with their color palettes

[distractedhistotech]

I Want Some Pizza

Eventually, they had to stop for food.

“Here!” declared Vivi, stopping at a Cici’s pizza.

“Huh, wonder if they have seafood,” wondered Arthur.

Vivi turned back to look at Lewis and Mystery.  “Would you mind feeding Mystery?”

Lewis nodded. “Sure, it’s no problem.  Would you mind putting on some sort of music before you leave?”

“Sure.”  Arthur fiddled with his computer and put on one of his Indie tracks.  “There we go.”

“We’ll try not to take too long,” said Vivi as the two living humans got out of the van.

“No need to hurry on my account,” said Lewis.  “I want to do some thinking anyway.”

That was good enough, and Vivi and Arthur walked into the restaurant.

Once they’d gotten some food (an obscene amount in Vivi’s case) and found a table, Vivi decided to ask Arthur something important.  “So what do you think of the ghost?”

Arthur blinked. “Uh, I, uh, I guess he’s okay.  We only met him yesterday.  He acts more or less like a normal person though, which is nice.”

Vivi nodded between bites.  “Yeah, I can’t say for sure since we didn’t know him, but I think that he’s acting the same as he did when he was alive.”

Arthur frowned. “It’s just…He acted like he knew us, but he doesn’t really seem familiar.  Did he seem familiar to you at all?”

Vivi shook her head. “Nope.”  She grinned at Arthur.  “Maybe he had a crush on one of us in high school.”

Arthur blushed. “I, uh, maybe.”  He huffed in frustration.  “I wouldn’t be the best person to notice that sort of thing.”

“Yeah, you’re really oblivious with flirting,” agreed Vivi.  “Oh!  Maybe your uncle or my parents know something!”

“Well, maybe if he had to have his car looked at,” admitted Arthur.

Since Vivi was busy eating her huge meal, it was up to him to check this potential lead.  He took out his cellphone and hit his uncle’s contact information.

It took a few minutes for Lance to pick up, but considering how busy he was, it wasn’t surprising.  “Hey Arthur? You two okay?”

“Yeah, we’re fine. Great.  Actually, came across a ghost last night.”

“…What kind of ghost?” questioned Lance.

“A surprisingly friendly ghost,” admitted Arthur.  “He acted like he knew us, but neither of us recognized him.”

Lance was silent for a moment.  “And what did this ghost look like?”

“Uh, good question. He’s got a floating skull with no jaw…or face.  The rest looks…normal-ish.  He tried doing some sort of glamour to show us what he used to look like, but he seems to be under some sort of curse that makes his glamours all…pixelated-smoky-distorted-unpleasant to look at.  He tried telling us his name, but it made us pass out for some reason.  Really the only definitive things I can tell you about his appearance is that he’s like seven feet tall, really muscular, and has an actual pompadour.”

“And he can cook,” added Vivi.

“Oh, yeah, thanks for reminding me,” said Arthur.  “And he said he was a professional chef…and went to our high school.  Does it ring a bell?”

Lance was silent for a moment.  “No.”

“Huh. Weird…”  Arthur thought for a moment.  This meant the ghost was either lying or the curse was affecting the whole town, possibly others.  “Think you could ask around and see if anyone recognizes him?”

“Sure.”

“Okay, thanks. Talk to you soon.”  Arthur hung up.  “Lance doesn’t know him.”

Vivi swallowed.  “Okay, I’ll call my dad once we’re back on the road.  Maybe he knows something.”

[chantillyxlacey]

On principle I HAVE to request 99 with the OT3.

“We’re in an abandoned lodge in the middle of nowhere. Sure, you’re totally right, nothing bad could ever happen here.”

“Hey, if we’re going by horror movie logic, then we’ll be perfectly fine as long as no sex happens. I can restrain myself for one night– unless you really wanna risk it.” Vivi shot a grin over her shoulder at a lightly blushing Arthur, who stuck his tongue out at her. “Once Lew gets the fire started and that honeymoon atmosphere really gets going are you going to be able to contain yourself?” she continued, unrepentant even as Arthur informed her that she was a terror.

Lewis laughed from where he knelt in front of fireplace, arranging logs and tinder.

“We can get firelight at home, querida. I think our fireplace would make a nicer backdrop for that– ah– particular milestone.” He snapped his fingers, tossing the resulting spark into the hearth and coaxing it into a flame like a conductor leading a crescendo. Arthur flushed again at the remark.

“No one had sex in Evil Dead and things didn’t work out so hot for them, either.”

“So we’ll add ‘avoid listening to any suspicious tape recordings’ to our to-do list.”

She crossed the room and looped her arms around Arthur’s neck, just for the sake of being close to him. She blew lightly at a lock of hair that had started to droop over his forehead and grinned at him.

“Besides, even if we were beholden victims of movie tropes, I think you’ve got the genre all wrong. Clearly we’d be in a horror-comedy, not straight horror. That makes our chances significantly better, I’d think.”

She rocked up onto her toes and kissed him lightly, enjoying the way his breath caught at how still-novel the gesture was. The way he leaned down after her slightly as she drew back, as though chasing that contact, was very nice as well. She blinked innocently as his slightly dazed expression firmed back up into an exaggeratedly serious one.

“….Cabin in the Woods was horror-comedy too and that one ended with the world about to blow up.”

Vivi snorted and pushed him lightly as his straight face broke and he laughed with her. Lewis’ own laughter joined them as he did.

“Now I think you’re just being difficult, corazón.” Yet another blush creeped across Arthur’s face; he wasn’t quite used to terms of endearment like that either, nor to Lewis’ arms curling them both so softly against his chest. “Good grief, both of you feel freezing! Come over by the fire.”

After they’d settled, Vivi and Arthur more or less piled into Lewis’ lap and a large comforter from the van cocooned around them, Lewis pressed a kiss against Arthur’s temple, and Vivi one to his cheek.

“If you’re still worried, Artie,” she said, “Anything any horror movie could have thrown at us wouldn’t be any match for us.”

[chantillyxlacey]

A little Arthur POV drabble for y’all! This isn’t even long enough to really count as a fic tbh and there’s more that I’d planned to go with it but it stands well enough on its own, I think; and the other stuff is going to take more time than I’d anticipated so here’s this for now!

It’s not rrrreally nsfw but there are pretty direct references to a sex or two happening so probably not something you’d wanna read in front of your grandma

It probably wouldn’t bother him as much if the dreams were just about sex. People had sex dreams about people they knew all the time-- people had sex dreams about strangers. It didn’t necessarily mean anything.

What really got to Arthur, was that in these dreams Vivi would twine their fingers together and lean her forehead on his, keeping eye contact. That she’d pull silly faces in an effort to make him laugh even as her body moved over his like a tide. That she’d pause mid-grind or mid-lick or mid-kiss to tell him about something interesting she’d read and just remembered. That when they’d fallen still in a breathless tangle of limbs she would trace the shell of his ear with one finger and say his name so that it sounded like a treasure.

In those dreams Lewis would stop before sinking down into him and just look, expression soft and tenderly awestruck, just like how he often looked at Vivi. He’d murmur or whisper or moan little endearments into the skin of Arthur’s throat or inner thigh or his mouth and he’d swear he could taste Lewis’ sweet words. And afterwards he’d scoop Arthur close against the broad expanse of his chest and nuzzle into Arthur’s hair and hum softly, something tuneless.

Sex dreams would be one thing, but these-- when he has these dreams he wakes up with the space between his lungs aching worse than the one between his legs. 

Because in these dreams they love him, and that’s a hurt Arthur just doesn’t know how to deal with.

[answrs]

so i really need to have my head in a better place right now, would anyone be interested in chattering on about msa or throwing around some fluffy au/headcanon idea threads?

just please no talk about specifically cats, vets, or in-depth discussions on death/reasons an animal might come back as a ghost (obviously i mean... it's mystery skulls, ya talk about ghosts. one of the characters IS a ghost. just,,,,, maybe skip the physical pain aspect and cat/dog companion spirits for just today? heck I'd prob be fine gushing over @solitaria-fantasma 's Gawain's reptilitones just making mischief and their feud with the deadbeats, but probably not Dulce and reminiscing about why one beloved companion would come back but not another... hits too close to home just now ;m;

i don't think mobile is gonna let me tag anyone properly, so I'll put it in the msa tags and hope anyone's willing? asks, replies, tags to a starter post you make, anything is good for me and I'll do my best to reply fast as i can.