#i wanted to draw more fem ghost so we shall have more fem ghost (eat well everyone)

[temeyes]

it's my gf (who is also soap's gf)

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Hello my lovely potato<3 🥔 can I have a malleus from twisted wonderland x FEM!reader fic?🥺✌️something I think about a lot is yuu joining Malleus’ official gargoyle club and she makes them matching sweater that have the clubs official logo on it.👀🥰 and one night while studying yuu has ice cream, pillows, and a blanket set up for them to have an all nighter of studying gargoyles and runes. And yuu falls asleep on Malleus with her arm draped over him and they stay like that all night until the sun shines on them the next morning:))))) it would make my lil heart happy🥰🥰🥰

Thanks for the ask <333 I hope this makes your heart happy!!!

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[F/N] hadn’t originally intended to join any clubs, but after hearing about the Gargoyle Club, she just couldn’t help it.

[F/N] had made a habit of exploring old buildings even before coming to Twisted Wonderland.

Though, that had been mostly for ghost hunts.

She never thought she’d be living in an abandoned building, and with three ghosts, of all things!!

When she’d arrived for the first time at a Gargoyle Club meeting, she’d been shocked to find it was run by Malleus, but pleased, as well.

She’d not had the chance to hangout with him much, even after learning his identity.

[F/N] hefted up the books in her arms, and attempted to manage the blanket.

Finally, after struggling for a couple of minutes, she had everything secured tightly.

With a grin, [F/N] headed to the meeting spot.

[F/N] waves, cheerily, seeing Malleus already there. She sees his attire and grins. “You’re wearing it!!!” She says, looking at the sweater.

Malleus smiles, “As are you, Child of man.”

[F/N] grins, “Of course!” She says, and Malleus eyes the books in her arms.

“You have your hands quite full,” Malleus says, and suddenly [F/N] feels the weight lift from her arms. She looks down to find her arms completely empty.

That meant that he’d lifted that, too!

“Wait!” [F/N] cries but to no avail.

Malleus grasps the item in his hands, a smile on his face.

“You remembered what I told you.” He says, looking at the tub of ice cream.

“It was supposed to be a surprise,” [F/N] sighs.

Malleus leans close to her face, still smiling.

[F/N] sucks in a breath. He’s close enough that his hair tickles her face, his breath is warm against her cheek.

“I am surprised. Pleasantly so.” He draws back, eyes sparkling.

[F/N] averts her gaze, flustered.

“Yeah, well, I uh…I brought books too.” She says, awkwardly.

Malleus chuckles at her statement, before offering her a soft smile.

“I’d noticed that, too. Which shall we read first?” He asks, and [F/N] points to the one in his left hand.

“That one. It actually caught my earlier, but someone else had checked it out when I came back to grab it.” She says, and Malleus smiles.

“Ah, that was likely me, Child of Man.” Malleus says, and [F/N] frowns.

“You already read it? You don’t have to read it with me, if you’ve already read it.” She says, reaching for the other book.

Malleus holds the book higher above her head.

“I believe I asked you which book we should read. Regardless, a good book is a good book, no matter how many times it’s read.” Malleus says, and [F/N] smiles.

“True, then let’s read?” She says, and Malleus offers her a nod.

The two sit down, and Malleus somehow procures spoons for the ice cream.

They eat about half the tub between the two of them.

[F/N] stifles a yawn.

“Are you tired, Child of Man?” Malleus asks, and [F/N] shakes her head rapidly.

“No!! I can read more! I want to spend time with you.” She says, and runs a hand through her hair.

Ten minutes later she’s asleep.

Malleus sighs, “You really are unusual. You wished to spend time with me so badly that you’d fall asleep in my lap?” He says, looking down at [F/N]’s sleeping figure.

He runs a hand through her hair, before smiling.

“I suppose Lilia can wait for a bit.” Malleus said, before shifting to a more comfortable position.

Lilia found the two of them the next morning curled up together under a tree.

He chuckled to himself, before snapping a few pictures.

Oh, yes.

These were worth keeping.

[a-simple-imagine]

The Absence Of Field

Synopsis: You haven’t known her very long but she’s about change your life forever

Pairing: Dolores Abernathy x fem!reader

Words: 2k+

A/N - I’m obsessed with Season 3 dolores so I decided to write about her. I don’t really expect anyone to read this but yeah!! It’s based off season 3 episode 3 of Westworld and shall be continued as such. 

Warnings - Swearing, kidnapping, guns and minor violence

"How long do you think this will go on?"

"Which?"

"The rain?" Heavy rainfall descends from the cloudy dark sky, hitting the window in a symphony of sound. The digital clock that sits on your bedside reads 3:00 A.M. Her toned arms were wrapped around your waist, pulling you snug against her torso. Soft lips ghost the back of your neck bringing a flurry of beautiful butterflies to your stomach. It wasn't the first time and surely not the last. She had that effect on you; it had been that way since you first met. A sigh leaves your lips as you focus on one drop of rain as it travels down the glass. It had been raining a lot the last couple of days; you didn't mind though. You quite enjoy the rain.

"Expect showers all week," It's impossible not to notice her absence all of a sudden; it's almost like your sense of comfort had been dragged away. The blonde was perched on the edge of the bed; her back to you and head down when you roll over to see her. Your brows furrow for a moment as you notice how hard her hands press into the mattress. The energy in the room shifts with the harsh silence.

"What's wrong?" She turns to you for a moment and you can't help but smile. She's always so put together so it's always a pleasure to see her just out of bed. The messy hair is a particular favourite. Despite your short time together there were little things you had come to notice and enjoy about her presence.

"Do you like the world that was made for you?"

Such a question had a vastly complex answer. Did you like the world that was made for you? What made her ask such a thing? "The world wasn't made for me," you answer quietly, rolling onto your back to stare up at the ceiling. When you were little you used to wish there were stars up there, painted or otherwise. When you got older you considered it; it was hard to see the night sky with all the lights and pollution but decided against it. You were too old or perhaps just too embarrassed. You had never felt any real attachment to the world and why would you? You'd been alone most of your life. Fighting for every little thing you had. Sure this place had its positives but for the most part, it was dripping with greed and corruption. You weren't unhappy but you couldn't exactly say you were happy either. You've read books on how things used to be before technology became the centre of the world. It was apparently just as ugly and corrupt but at least they had real animals like elephants and tigers; more than just your typical house pets. "I don't think it matters if I like it or not, I didn't exactly get a choice in being born?"

"You have a choice now."

"I suppose," you shrug. "I've never really thought about it that way. Why do you wanna know? Are you gonna ask me about the meaning of life next?"

The last part had been a joke but perhaps it had been a step too far as the blonde doesn't reply. She simply gets up and proceeds to collect the few items she left so neatly on the dresser. Fuck, had you screwed this up already? It must be bad for her to leave abruptly at three in the morning. You push yourself up into a seated position, "Did I do something wrong?" The blonde doesn't answer again so you decide to follow her.

"Dolores," Her name galling from your lips brings her to a stop at the door; hand lingering on the ugly doorknob your landlord wouldn't let you change. you're just a few paces away, tired and confused. You just wanted to go back to bed but with her. "... please don't go."

So weak and pathetic, the words didn't sound like your own. You had never begged someone to stay before but there was just something about Dolores. Something that made her special and it wasn't her beauty although she had a very pretty face.

"You're a distraction that I don't need right now." Her voice was firm; surprisingly cold. The doorknob squeaks as she turns it and the door slowly opens. "I suggest you lay low for a while."

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It's no mystery as to why you can't stop thinking about Dolores. She left you in the middle of the night with no explanation. You may not know each other very well but you liked her and you liked spending time with her although admittedly that time had been short. What exactly had you done wrong? Was she scared off by your slightly pessimistic outlook on society? Perhaps it was something else entirely? Maybe she just didn't like you. It didn't seem that way when you were together but looks can be deceiving.

It was really cold this high up; it didn't help that this building didn't have four walls, so it was nothing but the cold wind blowing against you. The entire building was empty for construction, so other than the two men who had you cornered between the barrel of their guns and the concrete below, you were completely alone. You were putting on a brave face but you were absolutely terrified. Their questions drowned out by the loud thumping of your heart in your chest. You felt like you couldn't breathe. You were sweating under the intense pressure despite the goosebumps from the chilly air. It wasn't even possible to answer their questions and yet they insisted on repeating themselves; getting more worked up as they go along. The two of them had conveniently bumped into you on the way home from work. They showed you a picture and offered you money. You could have really used the money, your crappy apartment wasn't cheap but you had to deny the offer. It seemed shady. The ironic part is that the picture was of Dolores. They wanted to know where she was? You wish you knew but you didn't. She hadn't told you pretty much anything other than her name. She looked different in the picture but you couldn't quite place why? Perhaps it was the blue dress she wore or the fact she had her hair down and it was longer. Either way when you didn't comply they dragged you to their car and that's how you ended up here.

You had lost track of time but it felt like you had been here for hours.

"I really hope she's worth all this trouble." The talker of the men grumbles. He wore a black suit; they both did. With a sky blue tie. The other had a red tie. This was business for them; their job if you will. You wonder why they're after Dolores anyway. She's just one girl, what made her so important.

"Why are you protecting her?" The other man asks. "Just tell us where she is and this'll all be over."

Had you known the answer would you give her up? It was the way to save yourself but was in terms of morals was it the right choice. "I- I don't know what you're talking about,"

You could hear the fear in your voice despite the stiff upper lip. Denying you know the girl at all seemed like the best option here, it seemed they were gonna kill you either way.

"Have it your way," One of them utters, a gritty laugh following. "Don't say we didn't give you a chance though,"

"Where the fuck is she?" His voice was higher than his associates. He was also a lot angrier.

"I'm right here,"

BANG! BANG!

You flinch at the sound of the gun expecting the impact that never comes. Losing your footing on the edge, a hand slaps around your wrist before you can plummet to your death. You feel like you could throw up when you spin around and see Dolores. It was more because you almost fell off the edge of a building but seeing Dolores again made you feel warm inside too. A grin spreads over your insanely dry lips as you wrap your arms around the woman pulling her flush against you. "Dolores..."

After a moment she hugs back, her hand running soothingly over your back. "I need you to come with me,"

Dolores' hand slips down your back and into your hand as you unravel from her. Using your free hand to brush away the stray tears. "Where are we going?" You ask as you stumble trying to keep up with her; looking back to the two men who now lay lifeless on the floor. They were dead. Dolores killed them.

"I'm taking you home."

Staying true to her word, she places you on the bed when you finally arrive home. The car ride was silent. You couldn't figure out what was going on and Dolores didn't seem in any rush to explain anything. You're head throbs as you replay the events in your head. You almost died today: if it weren't for the blonde you'd be a stain on the concrete right about now. Dolores kneels down before you, drawing your attention. One hand gentle brushes over your thigh.

"Look at me," she commands but you keep staring off; struggling to focus on anything. "Y/N, look at me."

You oblige this time, meeting her soft blue eyes. She offers you a gentle smile. "I'm gonna pack you a bag and then we can go get you something to eat, okay?"

"I... I don't... understand." You mumble out slowly. The sun was beginning to show its face through the gap in your curtains, casting Dolores in an angelic warm glow.

"Tell me what's wrong,"

"My... my head hurts," you admit quietly, that was all you could get out.

"Any other pain?" You shake your head causing the throbbing to intensify; eyes scrunching up in response. Dolores places a calming hand against your cheek, her thumb brushing gently across your skin. "My sweet girl," Instinctively, you lean into her comforting touch. She was always so gentle towards you; a strong contrast to the woman who just stormed an empty building and shot two people. "You shouldn't have gotten involved."

Your mind wanders to the first time you ever met Dolores as she leaves you alone in the bedroom. It was at a party. One you were much too poor to be at but you were working that night. Dolores has been a guest but instead of ignoring you like everyone else had, she seemed to notice you were, in fact, a real person. She had warned you not to get involved with her and maybe you should have listened. You should have just gone back to your painfully average life but now it was too late. You were involuntarily apart of something so much bigger than yourself. The blonde returned to hand you some water and two pills. "For the headache."

Watching Dolores wander around your room, shoving stuff into a bag was... weird. None of this has felt real. It was like you were stuck in some kind of dream? Or a nightmare may be a better choice of words. She didn't pack a lot of things and it was only now dawning on you that she was packing for you. What was the plan here? Why did you need this stuff? "Come,"

Your eyes drift to her outstretched hand, nothing short of confusion written across your face. "Are you gonna tell me what's going on?" She doesn't answer. You take her hand, squeezing a little as she helps you to your feet. "Dolores, please? I'm not just gonna run away with you."

"They'll be looking for you now too," she explains, hiking the bag further up her shoulder. "If you stay they'll kill you."

"Who?"

"It doesn't matter who," with a heavy sigh, she hesitates before connecting your lips but only for a second in a surprisingly passionate embrace. You too surprised to even say anything and you think she knew that would be the case. "I need you to trust me."

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