#dwight x gretta

[whogirl2011]

"If history really is what we choose to remember, it's up to you Gretta. Anything you don't want to forget about your mom and dad, about your family, your people, where you came from. Just write it down there, then nobody can steal it."

@giftober 2024 | Day 18: Gift

[incorrectdisa]

Dwight: Hey, Baldric? I need some dating advice. Baldric: Just because I’m married to Hexela doesn’t mean I know how I did it.

[psychicbluebirdmiracle]

Kinda wanna draw that new barbie template but with gretta and Dwight and I already know who's who lmao

[whogirl2011]

Ugh this puts me in two minds of Gretta and Dwight feels. Reminds me of This gifset I posted

“I am hopelessly in love with a memory. An echo from another time, another place.”

— Michael Faudet

[oneofthefangirls]

when you’ve shipped your otp since episode 1 of season 1, and they’re the epitome of slow burn, mutual pining, idiots in love, with a Height Difference, and 5 SEASONS LATER THEY STILL REFUSE TO ACKNOWLEDGE THEIR FEELINGS FOR EACHOTHER

[gracehahawhat]

Alright can we just take a moment to acknowledge how freaking AMAZING Sloane’s acting was in the woody the woodchuck episode??? He looked legitimately in PAIN. Get this man an award cause that was awesome acting

[incorrectdisa]

Dwight: The nonviolent approach is probably better here. Gretta: I was not going to use violence. I do not always use violence...Do I? Dwight:.......... Gretta:.......... Dwight: The important thing is you believe that.

[whogirl2011]

OMG SO CUTE!!

I really like to think about Dwight slowly teaching Gretta about Christmas traditions... and everyone else too but the brainrot was also for dwetta

[incorrectdisa]

Baldric: You lost a lot of blood and passed out. Do you remember anything, Your Highness? Gretta: Only the ride to the hospital in the emergency vehicle. Nana: That wasn’t an ambulance, I drove you. Gretta: But I heard the alarm noise. Baldric: That was Dwight. Dwight: I was WORRIED!

[incorrectdisa]

Chlodwig: I sleep with a dagger under my pillow. Baldric: That is nothing. I sleep with my wizard's staff. Dwight, disdainfully: Pfft, that's nothing. Baldric: Oh? What do you sleep with, Sir Dwight? Dwight, proudly: Gretta.

[incorrectdisa]

Gretta: Sir Dwight is no longer my Champion. Dwight: GRETTA THAT IS THE WORST WAY TO TELL PEOPLE THAT WE’RE ENGAGED!

[incorrectdisa]

Chlodwig: Your new shirt look great, Sir Dwight. Dwight: Thanks, Chlodwig. Chlodwig: I bet they would look better on Gretta's floor, though. Dwight:... Gretta: Are you hitting on Sir Dwight...for me, Chlodwig?

[whogirl2011]

Can I ask about A sprig of Moondragon cheer?

And if you have anything new to add about Bodyguard AU since I last asked about that one?

I have actually added a few background bits here and there for the bodyguard idea. I was thinking more along the lines of them partaking in the fake dating trope that obviously goes awry. Reason being is how young he is as a bodyguard and she also doesn't want to make it a publicity thing to look like she needs one either. But i'll give you the christmas one first (which is giving me so many feels!) and then the body guard one:

A sprig of Moondragon cheer:  He heard movement on the steps, followed by an ‘Oh floof!’ from what sounded like Gretta. A present tumbled down the stairs ahead of her and crash-landed at the first-floor landing. “Gretta? You okay?” he asked, hurrying over to the bottom step. “Oh, Sir Dwight!” she welcomed, descending the rest of the staircase, “Yes, I just—oh,” Gretta still had a few presents in her hands, but she froze, seeing the one Dwight was crouching down to pick up.  He looked down at the present at the same time she did and noticed the tag with fancy calligraphy was addressed to him. The present could’ve been rectangular, once, but looked bulbous in some places around the corners, like a kid’s paper mache arts and crafts project. With the present taking such a tumble, at least the wrapping held up well with the yellow duck tape she’d used. He stood up, the present in his hand, noticing the other presents in her arms were covered in cloth and tied with ribbons, the tags with her writing attached to the ends.  Maybe it was a simple case of running out of cloth to wrap his present, but the attempt to wrap it in a more traditional wrapping of his time than hers did something to Dwight’s chest. “I’ll, uh, get this one under the tree.” Gretta nodded, following behind him as he picked up the shopping bag at her throne. Dwight set the bag between them before they both took seats at the base of the decorated tree, situated in the corner near the fireplace. Baldric’s new favorite chair had been moved to accommodate it. Dwight had helped them decorate initially, stringing up white lights around the wide evergreen. He had left them to decorate the rest, and now, holly and sparkly silver tinsel hung meticulously amongst red and silver baubles on its branches. A pair of wings made with white goose feathers sat at the top. Dwight hoped those were sourced humanely from the duck pond. “Baldric—Hexala—Chlodwig….” he spoke to himself, reaching into the bag, placing gifts one by one for the others under the tree. Gretta hadn’t paid much attention, she was looking at the gift she had wrapped for him, worry set in her features. “And this one, is for you.” She turned to see him holding out to her a large, slim white box with a lid. A silk red ribbon was wrapped around the square shape and tied into a neat bow at the top. She took it delicately from his hands, her gaze meeting his in anticipation. “You can open it,” he assured her with a nod and a slow, warm smile that spread across his face and reached his eyes. Setting the box in her lap, she slowly pulled the silk bow end to untie it, leaving the ribbon a loose mess next to her. She pulled the top off of the box and unfolded the few pieces of recycled tissue paper to reveal—a book. But this wasn’t just any book. It was a photo scrapbook covered in silver and teal horizontal zig-zag designs. The picture on the front was the ancient, magical oak tree that was her mother, sunlight dappled across her trunk and branches. 

“Where–how–” were the only things she could say, still unbelieving of what was in front of her. Dwight had somehow found the exact book he had given her before they had gone through the scrying pool. He’d even made sure the picture on the front looked about the same.  “After you came back, the one thing that bugged me the most was that you didn’t have your memory book anymore. You'd put so much of your life into it.” Gretta felt a lump forming in her throat at his words, her breath catching in her chest. “I didn’t want to get you just the first random one I could find. I wanted something that was a memory between us of what happened before you had to leave and–” he was cut off by the sheer force she threw her arms around him.

The bodyguard AU:

Dwight always hated parties like this. They hadn't changed much since he remembered being dragged to them by his so-called friends belonging to frat houses. They always contained too loud music, too many flashing, bright lights, and lines too long for bathrooms in a too-big house. Alcohol flowed freely in a mixture of red plastic solo cups, beer bottles, and expensive-looking champagne glasses littered across every available counter surface.

He watched couples weave in and out of crowded areas along the stairs, seeking empty rooms for intimacy behind closed doors. If any of them were trying to be inconspicuous, they were failing miserably. Then again, people acting shady were easy to spot with a bodyguard on duty.

It didn't sit right in his stomach that this was where Gretta wanted to be, let alone the place she wanted people to see them together for the first time. Wasn't there a better way than this? Did she really want here to be where there would be possible public displays of affection between them for all to see? At that moment, Dwight wondered what it would be like to have her lips against his. That one small thought was enough to make his heart sputter. "Having fun?" he turned to find Gretta next to him, a wry smile on her lips, holding a cup in each hand. "Oh yeah, tons, " Dwight replied deadpan. She offered a cup to him. Taking it from her hand, he stared into the clear fizzy liquid. "There's no alcohol in here, is there?" "Far from it," she assured him, I got us both sprite. You're my ride home, remember? Gotta keep you alive and sober if we're gonna pull this off and make it believable." Her gaze faltered to the crowd and down at her cup. He noticed her bottom lip settled between her teeth before taking a sip to hide, even though, her eyes weren't staying solely on him. She was nervous. And if anything, it made the worry around him fade a little, knowing he wasn't the only one.

[incorrectdisa]

Gretta: I do not trust any event where hitting someone isn't an option. Dwight: You're not a battering ram, Gretta. Gretta: I am when it suits me.

[incorrectdisa]

Dwight: How do you feel about children? Gretta: They’re okay, I guess. I mean, if I saw one, I wouldn’t throw a rock at it. Dwight: Wh-why would you throw a rock at a child?! Gretta: I just said I wouldn’t!

[incorrectdisa]

Dwight: That's it? One thing doesn't go your way and your solution is to give up? Gretta: I'm not giving up!...But, on an unrelated note, I'm never leaving my bed again.