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would love it if the last god/goddess percy has to do a quest for is hestia. and all she only asks of him a simple, easy-to-do, done in two minutes task. and then that's it. no tricks or double meanings. and he just sobs into her shoulder at the end of it. and she just holds him and tells him that he's all done. he can go live his life now.
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Punch At First Sight
Summary: Anthony Lockwood x Fe!Reader -> You and Lockwood have met a few times before, however after a punch to the face for the third time, Lockwood, which a push from Lucy, decides to make things different.
Disclaimer: Multiple uses of the f-word. Mentions of accidental violence, ghosts, Kipps being a dick, a slap across the face. Fluff, angst, hints of jealousy, and Lucy giving Lockwood a needed talking to. Not Proof Read.
It was meant to be an easy case.
A couple of type ones haunting an abandoned building just outside of London. The local ghost hunters had all created that big of a myth they had scared themselves away. And the cost of a Fittes agent was too high of a price for the type of ghosts they had. So, Lockwood and Co were the business chosen.
Only, it would have been nice to know if one of the previous agents had reached out to an old friend to take care of the job as well.
But, no.
Instead, whilst listening out for the ghosts, Lockwood stepped around a corner and when getting ready to attack what he thought was a ghost, he was met with a punch to the face and then a voice calling out; “Oh my god, you’re human.”
“Do you make a habit of punching ghosts?”
Then, through watered eyes, he saw the outline of the person who had punched him and it seemed she had clear enough vision in the dark to recognise him.
“Lockwood?”
“Wait.” he knew that voice. “Y/n?”
“Holy crap. I am so sorry. Are you okay? Wait. Why are you even here?”
“The same as you, I’m guessing. Unless you tend to sneak into abandoned buildings at two in the morning.”
“Sophie didn’t even tell me they hired someone else. Are you sure you’re alright?”
Lockwood managed to stand up straight this time just as Lucy and George came running round the corner.
“We heard a scream.”
“What’s going on?”
George looked from Lockwood to you. “Y/n?”
“Hi, George.”
“What are you doing here?”
“Nice to see you, too.”
“She was hired.” Lockwood explained just before Lucy spotted him.
“Holy crap, are you okay?”
Lockwood nodded. “Just a little stunned.”
“I really am sorry.”
“We really have to stop meeting like this.” Lockwood said, with a slight smile as he looked at you.
Then came a scream.
“Considering we’re all here and considering no-one else was hired to do this job-” George began.
“That wasn’t a human.” Lucy finished.
“And since we’re here with minimal weapons.”
One of the ghosts, a woman, came floating through a wall and turned to look at them.
“Run?” you offered.
“Run.” Lucy replied.
Making a break for it, you all tried to outrun the ghost before another one of her friends joined her, pushing all four of you down a different corridor.
“I’m Lucy, by the way.”
“Y/n. Nice to meet you.”
“You, too.”
By the time the sun was beginning to rise over the city, you all made it back to Portland Row where a fresh bruise had made its way to decorate Lockwood’s face.
“You have a hell of a punch.” Lockwood said before prodding his own bruise in his reflection of the pan on the stove.
You chuckled, pulling a bag of peas from the freezer before closing it and walking over. “Quit moaning. It could have been worse. Here.”
Standing, Lockwood seemed to have grown even taller than you. Taller than when you’d both last met.
Looking at you, you watched as his eyes closed at the cold contact of the bag as you pressed it to his face.
“Hold it there for a while. It should help with the swelling.”
“You know, we really need to stop meeting like this.”
You narrowed your gaze a little and clicked your tongue. “You’ve already used that line.”
“Have I?” Lockwood seemed to think for a moment before, “Oh, yeah. Suppose I have. But it is true.”
“Hey, the first time was an accident. I thought you were trying to-”
“The first time is an accident, three times is a pattern.”
You smiled sheepishly. “An accidental pattern.”
“Sure about that?”
“Yes.” you said before, “Maybe? Can never be too careful when hunting alone.”
Lockwood’s demeanour changed for a moment. “Alone? You’re hunting alone again?”
“Relax. I’m safe enough.”
You moved backwards and began to tidy the kitchen a little to give yourself something to do whilst Lockwood leaned back against the kitchen counter, lowering the frozen bag from his face so he could watch you more closely.
“Are you?”
“Yes, Lockwood. I’m fine. Honestly, you don’t have to worry about me.”
“Doesn’t mean I won’t.”
You held his gaze for a moment, a million thoughts running through your head until it landed on He’s just a friend…
From there, you shifted yourself from the kitchen table and placed the empty glasses in your hand in the sink beside him.
“Move here.”
“What?”
Lockwood stood tall once more and turned to face you properly. “Move in here. Lucy got a deal when she bought her bed, so she’s got a second one spare. We can set it up on the other side of the loft. I don’t like the thought of you hunting alone.”
“Lockwood, I said I’m fine.”
“What happens if something happens to you? Look, I can put you on the payroll so it won’t be a favour. You’ll be working with us. And you’ll have a team behind you. You’ll also be safe. Please.”
“Lockwood-”
“Please.”
Looking up at him, you saw the desperation in his eyes.
It wasn’t often he opened himself up or let himself show any kind of vulnerability but when he did…
“Okay. Fine. But you can’t hover over me.”
“I don’t hover.”
“You hover.”
“No I don’t.”
“Why did George kick you out of the Archive room in the last case we were in together?”
Lockwood thought back and when he didn’t answer, you answered for him.
“Because you hover.”
“Okay, maybe I hover a little.”
“But before anything is written, the others have to agree. Lucy, too.”
“She will. I know so. It’ll be nice for her to not be outnumbered.”
You moved in three days later.
Lucy had prepared the spare bed for you and even decorated the walls behind your bed with a couple of pictures she found in some old boxes that had yourself, George and Lockwood in them.
“I didn’t know what you’d want to do, but I thought I would do something to help at least.”
“I love it.” you smiled, dropping one of the boxes onto your bed. “Thank you.”
Over the following week, yourself and Lucy got to know one another, sharing stories late into the night when researching cases and in desperate need of a break.
Lucy came to learn what Lockwood meant by the punch when you all met not being the first time. You came to find out what brought Lucy to London. And you both came to discover that, with the right planning, you could both scare Lockwood and George.
Only, one night, George and Lucy decided to tag team which also gave them a chance to talk about you and Lockwood.
“Do they know? They have to know.”
“Don’t bother.” George sighed. “Three years and nothing has changed.”
“They’ve been like that for three years?”
George just nodded.
“Seriously?”
“You know I walked into the kitchen yesterday and they were slow dancing in the kitchen and…it was like nothing happened.”
“Yeah…”
“What?”
“What?” Lucy asked.
“Your face. You have that…look.”
“What look?”
“The “I’m making a plan” face.”
“Maybe because I am.”
“Well then?”
“What if we tried?”
“I already have.”
“Maybe,” Lucy nodded. “But that was then. Now you’ve got me. Tag-team. What do you say?”
“Well, considering it would take an earthquake to wake them both up from whatever coma they’ve convinced themselves that they’re in…sure. Why not? But how.”
“I haven’t got that far into the plan yet.”
But it didn’t take too long.
After six months of living with each other, the plan practically made itself. The chemistry between yourself and Lockwood was palpable and even more so when you were outside together.
Like when you and Lockwood were in the library with George and Lucy where Lockwood was standing behind you, reading the section of paper you were pointing to, his arms caging you in from where you sat, when a group of Fittes Agents waltzed over.
“You might want to give your girlfriend a little breathing room, Tony. After all, PDA can be off putting especially in such a public place.”
Standing, and not denying it, Lockwood practically burned Kipps a hole in the ground for him to fall through.
“Relax, Tony. Just having a little fun. So, are you going to introduce me to your girlfriend?”
“I’m not his girlfriend.”
“She’s not my girlfriend.”
Kipps couldn’t help but widen his smile. “You’re not. Well then, Tony.”
However, you were up like a shot standing beside Lockwood. “But I would be very careful in your next choice of words. He might not be my boyfriend but he is my friend.”
Closer up, Kipps seemed to recognise you. Or at least, that’s what his face told you.
“You know, for all the people in the world, I wouldn't have considered one of the best rogue agents being best buddies with our very own Anthony Lockwood.”
“And why not?”
“Although, rogue is very fitting for Tony. After all, it was breaking the rules that got him into trouble in the first place. Sweetheart, if I were you, I’d walk away whilst you still can.”
The only thing anyone could remember was hearing the contact of your palm across Kipps’ cheek and the red mark left in its place.
“Fuck you.”
It took a moment to get over the shock before Kipps and his team walked away and you relaxed a little before grabbing your jacket and telling the others you’d be back.
“Are you-”
“I’m fine, Lockwood. I’ll be back in five.”
It was in those five minutes that one of Kipps’ team found you by the vending machine.
“I’m sorry about what he said.”
“Why? You didn’t say it. And I’m guessing you’re assigned to be with him.”
“Still, I could have said something to stop him and I didn’t.”
“Something tells me even if you did, he still would have said it anyway.”
“Maybe.”
“What’s your name?”
“Victor.”
“Nice to meet you,Victor.”
Meanwhile, across the room and up a level, Lucy spotted you talking to Victor. Even laughing every once in a while. And when Lockwood joined her, she saw the pain in his eyes before a brick wall came up.
“We should be getting ready. George found something. I’ll be back in a minute.”
For the rest of the day, Lockwood seemed closed up. Especially towards you.
“What is your problem?” you eventually asked him.
“Nothing.”
“Lockwood, I heard you snap at Lucy earlier.”
“She made a mistake.”
“Exactly,” you cut him off. “A mistake. And she’s never made one before.”
“One that could have put one of us in serious danger-”
“We were outside the perimeter.” You could have laughed, until Lockwood asked you a question you weren't expecting.
“Do you like him?”
“Who?”
“The guy you were talking to earlier.”
“Kipps? You did see me slap him, didn’t you-”
“Not Kipps. Vinny. Or Vincent or…whatever his name is.”
You thought back for a moment. “Victor.”
Lockwood nodded.
“Do I like him? What are we? 12?”
“Just answer the question.”
“Why?”
“Because I need to know if you’re fraternising with the enemy.”
You laughed. “Fraternizing?”
But when Lockwood didn’t change, you did.
“You know what, fuck you, Lockwood. What I do with my time outside of work is no concern to you. You know what, do this yourself. I’ll go and help George.”
A few minutes later, Lucy walked inside the room to a very grumpy Lockwood.
“What the hell did you do? Fraternising? This isn’t Bridgerton, Lockwood.”
“Will you just help with the set-up?”
Sighing, Lucy did as she was told, but not before telling Lockwood a couple things he desperately needed to hear.
“You’re gonna lose her.”
“What?”
Picking up some of the iron chains and laying them down, Lucy explained. “It might not be Victor, but one day it will be someone. And it probably won’t be long before they come along and whisk her away from your grumpy arse because you’re too stubborn to tell her the truth.”
“What truth?”
“That you like her. Love her, even. If my gut feeling is right. And it usually is.”
“Lucy-”
“Look, you can go on being an arsehole because you’re scared. Or you can talk to her. All I’m saying is do something about it before somebody else does. Both me and George have seen the way you look at her. It’s more than you want to admit, Lockwood. But one day you’re going to have to, or else you are going to lose her and all you’ll have is a bruised eye and a broken nose once every couple of years, if that.”
Lucy didn’t say anything else after that but Lockwood did apologise for snapping at her earlier which she forgave him for after calling him a frustrating bastard. From then, she watched as you all completed the job together and that look that she often saw in Lockwood’s eyes, returned when he looked at you.
Yet, by the time you had all gotten home, he still hadn't apologised to you. So, with a hard nudge from Lucy, Lockwood finally made his way to find you.
“Do something before somebody else does, and that includes apologising. And she’s in the Library. Goodnight.”
Lockwood stood outside of the Library door for a while, trying his best to find the right words so he wouldn’t end up with a broken nose, despite how much he probably deserved one.
You had lit the fire to try and cancel out the cold that had seeped in through a forgotten open window, and if you didn’t know any better, you would have thought it was midnight, not 6 in the morning.
“Hey.”
Looking behind you, you tried your best not to roll your eyes at Lockwood as he walked inside.
“I’m just looking over some old cases. Just so you know that I’m not fraternising with the enemy by reading a book.”
“I shouldn’t have said it like that.” Lockwood began. “I shouldn’t have said it at all. I just…I guess I panicked.”
“That’s a bullshit excuse and you know it.”
“You’re right. And I’m sorry.”
You looked at him.
“Really, really sorry. For the fraternising comment and the bullshit excuse.”
You took a minute and it was the longest minute of his life.
“Okay, guess I can forgive you.”
“I’m still sorry.”
“I know, that’s why I forgave you. But a cup of tea wouldn’t hurt.”
Lockwood smiled. “Okay. One tea coming up.”
Only, as he walked away, you answered his question.
“And I’m not…fraternising with the enemy. Victor and I were just talking. I think you’d like him. I think he might hate Kipps just as much as you do. And, no.” you shook your head. “I don’t like him. Just so you know…”
Lockwood nodded and for a moment, turned to walk away until Lucy’s words echoed again in his head.
“Do something about it, before somebody else does.”
So he did.
Sighing under his breath, he took the jump, turned around and reached for you.
Taking your head in his hands, he cupped your jaw before bringing your lips to his. At first, it shocked you and for a split second, he thought he was about to get his nose broken for good this time.
Until you kissed back.
You felt yourself stumble a little but Lockwood caught you, holding you close to him before his forehead came to touch yours, your eyes still closed.
“Wow.”
“I’m sorry but I just had to-”
You shook your head, “Don’t apologise.”
“No?”
You couldn’t help but smile. “No.”
“So you’re not going to break my nose.”
“Not this time,” you laughed a little.
“Okay…then I’m gonna jump. I like you. Well, I more than like you. Like way, way more. And I…I want to do something about it before someone else does.”
“Like Victor?”
“Yeah,” Lockwood laughed a little. “Like Victor.”
“Then…good. I’m glad you finally jumped.”
“You are.”
You nodded. “I mean, you have terrible timing but yeah, I’m glad you jumped.”
“Good.”
“Good. Now, are you gonna kiss me again or am I gonna have to-”
Lockwood didn’t need telling twice.
#anthony lockwood x reader#anthony lockwood x fe!reader#quill kipps#lucy carlyle#george karim#anthony lockwood#lockwood and co#netflix#lockwood and co fanfic#lockwood fanfic#fluff#angst#swearing#pining#hints of she fell first but he fell harder#falling in love#kissing#ghosts#renew lockwood and co
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OH MY GOSH
Rob & Ruth announcing the birth of their little girl Margaret. Congratulations to them both on the birth of their little one ❤️❤️
I've included Jensen's comments to both of them.
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happy birthday, dean winchester
↳ january 24, 1979
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The way that Percy looks at Annabeth when she admits to stealing Hermes keys 🥹
He’s so impressed. Not just because of her skills, but because she stole from one of the gods.
Annabeth is only just starting to break away from the unwavering adherence to the rules of respecting the gods. The first time we saw her do that was talking back to Hephaestus in Episode 5, when Percy was frozen in gold. He’s never seen her willingly do something that could be counted as disrespectful to the gods and he’s so proud of her for it.
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ares: ah, percy jackson. remember me?
percy: are you questioning my memory or your relevance?
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All I'm saying is that Percy and Annabeth not getting lost in the Lotus because they were each other's tether to reality is a nice preview to Annabeth being Percy's tether to mortality. They only just started and they are already each other's anchor to everything.
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I held my breath. I gasped. I screamed. I covered my eyes-
the scene where percy is trying drive the taxi out of the parking garage is the most intense scene of the whole show. i was there with him. we fought that battle together. i held my breath.
#who thought it was a good idea to let a 12 year old drive#We LOVE percabeth but PERCY PLEASE KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE ROAD#percy jackson#annabeth chase#grover underwood#chaotic trio#percabeth
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the first seaweed brain [s01e05] // the first wise girl [s01e06]
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Jennifer Aniston and Reese Witherspoon try to recruit Pedro Pascal for The Morning Show Season 4
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PEDRO PASCAL & TOM HOLLAND
29th Annual Critics Choice Awards (January 14, 2024)
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I’m actually LOVING how Rick Riordan, and the other writers of the show, took his initial concept of a Percabeth rivalry fueled by that of their parents and kind of turned it on its head?
Now, instead of Annabeth being wary of Percy because he’s a son of Poseidon, he’s wary of her because she made a callous impression on him. They get off to a rocky start even before finding out who Percy’s father is, and when they finally do, Annabeth doesn’t care. Instead of them fighting because of who their parents are, they’re fighting over their own opposed worldviews.
Then, instead of them arguing over which of the gods is cooler and who was right in the story of Medusa, they realize that, just like Medusa, Annabeth is a victim of her mother and that, unlike Medusa, she is a far kinder and stronger person, unwilling to repeat the cycle of hurt. They realize that, like his father, Percy often acts without considering potential consequences and that, unlike his father, he is a far kinder and stronger person, willing to step up for someone he wronged and whom he cares about.
Instead of Percy and Annabeth’s rivalry being focused on that of their parents, it’s focused on who they are, themselves. But the path to friendship is still the same: a realization that they have each other’s backs, no matter what, because they’re not their parents after all.
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Message From Iris
Summary: Anthony Lockwood x Fe!Named Reader -> You come to Lockwood with a proposition for him and his team.
Disclaimer: Enemies to Lovers style. Named Reader as 'Iris'. Fake Dating, marriage of convenience. Not Proof Read.
“Stay there, I’ll be back.”
Lockwood nodded, and leaned back in his chair.
How long had he even sat there? 2, maybe even 3 hours? God knows what George and Lucy must have been thinking…
Why couldn’t this have been her? Why couldn’t she had been sat here, instead of him? Why, after all the times she had stolen his cases, couldn’t she have been the one “trespassing” instead of him?
Slouching, Lockwood turned to look at his hands, feeling them begin to shake.
No matter how much he was scared of what could happen, he couldn’t let the police know that.
Only, looking from his hands, he spotted…paper.
Folded up and jammed under the table, its white corner stuck out. The only way anyone could see it was if they were sitting where he was right now.
Looking around, of course, he couldn’t see anyone. And, knowing that it was probably very late at night, not many, if any, officers would be behind the glass.
So, yanking it from its hidden paradise, Lockwood unfolded it beneath the table. It was scrap, torn from a page and black ink scribble across it.
Go along with it.
Iris.
Iris? Who the hell was Iris? He didn’t know any Iris. Maybe it wasn’t for him.
Though, before he folded it back up and shove it back under the table, the door opened up.
“Come on.”
“What?”
“You’re free to go. You wanna stay? I can-”
Lockwood had never stood quicker in his life. He followed the officer down the hallway, to the locker room where he was given his stuff back.
“You’re lucky your wife came for you when she did.”
Wife?
“My wife?”
“Yeah,” the officer laughed, turning the key to the final door. “She didn’t seem too happy that we arrested you. Sorry, about that, by the way. If we had known you knew the Langstons, we wouldn’t have-”
“Arrested me?”
“Yeah.” the officer laughed, nervously.
Finally pushing the door forward, he let Lockwood go ahead.
“After you, Mr Lockwood.”
Only, as the door opened and Lockwood walked ahead, rather than being greeted with his fellow agent and friend, Lucy, he was greeted with…you.
You saw the recognition in Lockwood’s eyes as he drank you in.
Standing there, you looked…fancy. Accountant fancy. No longer in the dark washed jeans and scrubbed out slogan t-shirt, you stood in heels, a freshly ironed skirt, pressed blouse, all the while dawning a long coat - one that he recognised in shape and style, but not in cleanliness.
Usually, you were covered in dust and a little mud, and on the odd occasion, a scar or too. But, despite you looking the complete opposite as you stood across from him, he knew it was still you.
“There you are, honey. Officer, thank you so much for giving me my husband back. We were supposed to be at dinner with a couple old friends tonight, but instead-”
“And, we can only apologise again, Mrs Lockwood. If we had known your husband knew your friends, we would have-”
“Not arrested him?”
“Exactly.”
“Well, thank you so much anyway. Honey, we better go. Otherwise George will have your head.”
Lockwood laughed along, putting an arm around you as you came into his side and kissed his cheek.
“Hi,”
“Hi,” he replied, trying his best to make it no longer sound like a question.
“Have a good night, officer.”
“You too, Mrs Lockwood.”
You turned, along with Lockwood and walked outside, his hand still around you. Neither of you said a word until you both got into a black cab and you handed over the piece of paper with, what Lockwood assumed, was your address.
“Iris.”
You looked at him for a second before sitting forward a little and began to remove your coat. “Glad you got my note.”
“How the hell did you even-”
“I have my ways,” you smiled.
“How…why did you help me?”
“Call it cashing in a favour.”
“For me, or for you?” Lockwood questioned, watching as you sat back, folding your coat across your lap.
“You needed out of somewhere,” you turned to look at him, “And I need in.”
“To…prison? You managed to get the note into that interrogation room. I’m sure it shouldn’t be difficult for you to-”
You laughed. “No, I don’t need to go to prison. I need into a Club.”
“What kind of club?”
“A club that Officer Krupkie back there, is a part of. It’s exclusively available to high society.”
“That officer is high society?”
“No. But he did marry into it. Which brings me to my point. The Club is exclusively available to members of high society that are…married.”
“Why do you need it?”
“A case. My client has already secured me a place on the list, yourself as well since I gave them your name.”
“Why did you give them my name?” Lockwood asked, growing more concerned about how many people knew about his “marriage” before he did.
“Because, despite not knowing who you were when we’ve met, I recognised your face in the paper.” you explained before quoting the newspaper. “‘From Left, to Right; Lucy Carlyle, George Karim, and…Anthony Lockwood’. Figured we’d run into each other again, at some point before now and since you have a reputation behind you, as do I-”
“And what reputation is that? Thief?”
Your shoulders stiffened at his comment. “If you’re talking about the cases I solved-”
“That you stole.” Lockwood emphasised.
“Hey, those cases were Solvers keepers. I had my clients, you had yours. I just got there sooner. Anyway,” you tried to remain on topic. “With our reputations, there’s a chance we can solve the case and I can finish this job.”
“We?”
You tried your best not to sigh in defeat. “I need your help. Pretend to be my husband until we finish this job, and I’ll split the check with you, 80-20.”
“50-50.” Lockwood countered, despite not knowing what he was getting involved in.
So, to save time, you gave him your final offer, without lowering and lowering to get there.
“60-40.”
Lockwood gave no reply, so you took that to be an agreement.
“I’ll split the check 60-40, and once we’ve finished this job, I’ll be out of your hair.”
Lockwood didn’t quite know what to say. He’d seen you at least half a dozen times, you’d been a thorn in his side from day one and his ‘enemy’ or ‘nemesis’ from your second meeting when it seemed like you were taking cases from him on purpose.
Only, as his thoughts swirled around in his head, he realised the cab had stopped…outside Portland Row.
Stepping outside of the taxi, you seemingly already paid and the driver pulled away and down the street.
You were still there.
“It’s a good deal, Anthony. But, I understand if you have to talk it through with your team.”
You weren’t suggesting he should talk with his team about it, you were making him talk to his team about it before accepting.
And he didn’t even know about the case yet.
Lockwood wavered for a moment before finally ascending the steps and entering his home. You followed suit, your heels clicking on the concrete beneath them until you were met with the softer floors of his home.
Cozy was the first word that came to mind. Homely and…peaceful although you knew you’d probably question that third one if you ever saw the team researching a case together.
“Come on in, I guess.”
Walking through the house, you entered into the kitchen where you saw Lucy Carlyle and George Karim sat at the breakfast table.
Lockwood seemed like a deer in headlights for a moment.
“Lockwood!” Lucy exclaimed. “Where the hell have you been?”
George was going to ask the same thing, until he spotted you.
“Who are you?”
Lockwood didn’t quite know what to say, so…
“Guys, meet Iris,” Lockwood turned and looked at you for a moment before eventually looking back at his friends. “My wife.”
“Hold on, hold on, hold on…what?”
You sighed a little, and got more comfortable in your seat. You had been sitting in the Portland Row kitchen for over an hour, explaining what happened between yourself and Lockwood in the police station and taxi cab.
“If you all,” you looked to Lockwood for that, “agree on helping me with this case, you’ll receive 40% of the earnings, so long as the case is solved.”
“This check…” George began, “How big are we talking? Because you’re being ominous about it, so that either means it’s a bad case or it’s really good money.”
“George.” Lucy scolded despite wishing to know herself.
Again, you shifted in your seat and leaned more into the table, interlocking your fingers with themselves.
“As a company, with 40% of the earnings, so long as the case is solved-”
“Oh, just tell us.”
You looked between all three of them before looking back to George.
“£200,000.”
Silence then; “What?!”
“So long as the case is solved.” you stressed.
“Hold on,” Lockwood stopped you. “If that’s 40% then that means…”
“The whole case is half a million.” you replied.
“What is so dangerous that the pay off is half a million?” Lucy asked.
Even Lucy knew, as much as half a million is seriously good money to be paid for a job, it also means it comes with a giant risk.
“I can’t tell you unless you agree to take it on.”
“Why would we agree-”
“Because it’s on a need to know basis. You take the case, I’ll give you as much information as I can for your questions. Other than that, my lips are sealed.”
“So, you’re telling me, that we don’t know who we’re working for, we can’t know what the job is, and there is a chance we don’t get paid…and yet you’re still asking for our help?” George questioned.
“A risk comes with every job, as long as we solve the case, we get paid. I know my client and, since myself and Lockwood seem to take on similar cases, it shouldn’t be too much to take on. Field work will mainly be down to myself and Lockwood since the club already has our names.”
“So, we’ll be doing research?” Lucy asked.
“Mostly.”
“But you just said only you and Lockwood will be in the field.”
You shook your head. “Mainly, we’ll be working in the field, but we will still need your help. If you agree to take it on, I can get you both jobs working for the club. As Lockwood and myself have our ears and eyes on the residence, yourself and George will have yours on the staff.”
It took a while - longer than you thought - but they eventually agreed to help you with the case.
You could only pray it would take less time to solve the case, than it took them to make the decision about taking on the case.
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Freak Like Them
Summary: Anthony Lockwood x Fe!Reader -> You haven't spoke to your parents in years, and have never once mentioned them. One day, they decided to come and see you.
Disclaimer: This is more of a Lockwood and Co Platonic thing though I guess something could be shown as 'romantic'...kinda. Not proof read. Terrible parents, abandonment, shitty parents though some 'redeemed'. Swearing, angst, tears, found family kinda stuff.
You had been frantically running about all day, cleaning.
Whilst Lucy (tried) to eat her toast in peace, there you were, cloth in hand, taking her unfinished plate from her.
“Hey!”
Lucy watched you for a further moment before saying; “Do you mind?”
“Can’t have a mess. They’ll already find things to comment on.”
“They?”
“Do you know who she’s talking about?”
“No clue.”
“When did she even wake up?” George asked whilst himself, Lockwood and Lucy watched as you cleaned yet another already clean kitchen countertop.
“5, I think. She was up before me.” Lockwood stated.
You had actually been awake since 4, but figured you better start cleaning from 5. It gave you time to wake up, get ready and make sure the whole house was spotless before they came.
“Also, who’s they?”
“They?”
“She said, ‘they’ didn’t she?” Lucy asked, leaning into the duo.
“They are my parents.”
“What?”
“My parents.” you stopped for a moment to look at all three of them huddled together at the end of the table. “They called me last week saying they were coming down for a visit. Only, I completely forgot until last night and now nothing is clean and I don’t know what to do to avoid them saying something.”
“But I thought your parents didn’t like you being-”
“An Agent?” you finished Lockwood’s question. “They didn’t. Probably still don’t. I get a postcard from them every year but other than that, I don’t hear from them. And then, out of the blue they called.”
“And you forgot?”
“Well,” you sighed, looking at George. “I was a little busy trying to stop you three from committing an accidental murder in the Winkleman case last week.”
George remained silent.
“Either way, they’re coming today and I still haven’t finished-”
Lockwood stated your name. “The house is spotless. In fact, it hasn’t been this clean…ever.”
“I know, but I just need today to go well.”
“Why?” George asked, before realising he probably should have remained silent in his questioning.
George and Lucy didn’t know much about your parents, just that you had to have some somewhere. Lockwood knew a little more, but still not much. He knew why you came to London all those years ago. He knew why you left them and why they told you to leave, but other than that, he knew nothing more.
You refused to talk about them.
Anytime family came up in a conversation, you’d steer the conversation onto another topic or deflect it onto somebody else. You’d do it subtly but the others were slowly picking up on it.
“Please,” you begged. “Just…help me make sure today goes well and then they’ll go home and we can get back to normal.”
Neither of the trio knew what they were getting themselves in for when it came to your parents, and it would be too late for them to escape by the time they turned up at the front door.
George had made dinner that night, making sure to follow the recipe you gave him, to a T. Especially since it was your parents’ favourite meal and if he did it well, which you doubted he wouldn’t, then they would accept George and be kind with him.
That just left trying to get Lucy and Lockwood on their good side.
So, when the doorbell rang, Lockwood greeted them at the door, offering to take their coats.
Your mother thanked him and mentioned to her husband, your father, how kind he was.
So Lockwood was in their good books so far, until…
“Ah, my dear.”
Your mother spotted you as you came out of the kitchen and into the hallway. She took both of your hands in hers and kissed the air around your cheeks.
“Couldn’t greet us yourself?”
“Sorry, mum. I was just-”
“Nevermind. There’s always another chance. Are those-”
“Garlic potatoes? Yes. I gave George the recipe. He’s an amazing cook.”
“So are you, dear.” your mother told you. “I should know. I paid for the lessons.”
You could do nothing more than smile and nod before looking at your dad. “Hi, dad.”
“Munchkin, how is my little girl?”
“Goo-”
“She’s well, dear. Can’t you see? Nevermind that. Show us around. We’d like to see how our daughter is surviving after all.”
Your mother forced her way into the living room, your dad following her call whilst you remained outside the room for a short moment to take a breath.
“Are you-”
You nodded quickly at Lockwood, “I’m fine. Can you help Lucy finish the table?”
Lockwood nodded, his gaze wandering into the living room for a second before giving you a slight smile and heading into the kitchen.
Letting go of your forced breath, you entered the living room to find your mother judging every corner she could of the room.
“For London, I would have thought the rooms would be bigger.”
“Well, they are. We’ve just rearranged the furniture to make it cosier for the colder months.”
“And how long do you spend the day being lazy here.”
“Well, we’re not actually in here all that-”
“No need to lie to your mother, dear. I know you can be hard working when you want to be, but I also know children your age.”
Your mother wandered over to the fireplace before rubbing her finger over the top of it.
She hummed, and not in a good way. It was more…disappointment.
“You haven’t polished, I see. I can see now where we come on your scale of importance.”
“Mum, listen-”
“Would anyone like anything to drink?”
You made a mental note to hug Lucy as tight as you possibly could, later.
Your mother’s face lit up. “Oh, my goodness. You must be Miss Carlyle. I have heard so much about you. All from the papers, of course. Our daughter tells us nothing. Aren’t you much prettier in person? Perhaps one day you girls can have a talk over make-up. Perhaps you could teach my daughter a couple of things about presentability.”
Lucy didn’t know how to respond.
Usually, she’d fire back a snarky comment, but this was your mother.
And only now was she beginning to understand the reasons why you didn’t talk about them all that much.
Lockwood appeared behind Lucy for a moment. “Dinner is ready, if you’d like to take a seat in the kitchen.”
Your mother smiled at Lockwood and dropped Lucy’s hands.
“That will be wonderful, Son.” your father replied before all five of you made your way into the kitchen to see George.
The food was plated up perfectly, everything smelled just like how it did at home.
“Mismatched plates, how very…cute.”
You knew your mother didn’t mean that as a compliment.
“This all looks lovely, George.” your father told him before digging in. “My god! The potatoes, how did you-”
“I added a little bit of milk along with some spices left over from the chicken.”
Your father began telling your mother about how they should try and cook it like that when they got home, but your mother was more focused on you and your fellow Agents.
“So, tell me Lucy. When did you become an Agent?”
“W-When I was…eight…I think?”
“I remember the papers. It was awful what happened to those children. But that wasn’t your fault.”
Lucy didn’t know what to say, other than to nod and say an awkward, “Thank you.”
“Mum, can we please not talk about this?”
“I’m only asking a question, dear. Don’t attack me because you don’t like me wanting to get to know your friends.”
“I wasn’t-”
“Don’t talk back, dear. You know how I feel about you talking back.”
The room went silent for a moment before your father coughed and looked at you.
“How has the life of an Agent been treating you? I’m sure you’ve all got some strange stories you’d like to tell?”
“Dear, she just said she didn’t feel like talking about it.”
“No, it’s okay.” you felt a little spark of joy when hearing your father wish to talk about your job.
“Oh, so he can talk about it, but I can’t? Well,” your mother threw down her fork. “All I wanted was to spend time with my daughter and her friends and now suddenly I’m the villain but he’s the saint for asking questions.”
“Mum, I never-”
“I have a story!” George piped up.
All eyes turned to him and he swallowed nervously before telling his story about a case you were all working on a few months ago.
By the end of the story, you could have sworn your dad had pride in his eyes when looking at you.
Your mother, however, was a different case entirely.
“So you just went after them like that?”
“I was saf-”
“If they ran into a burning building, would you follow them? I understand you wish to prove yourself, but didn’t you have a good job there?”
You nodded. “I did, but I-”
“She’s happy now,” your father tried to explain lovingly. “And that’s all that matters-”
“Yes, yes, Dear. So, Anthony, tell me about yourself.”
The following 40 minutes passed in a similar fashion. Your mother asking questions, people answering and then her making a comment about you. Then, your father tried his best to support you.
Even if he didn’t support you when you decided to move to London to join Lockwood and Co, he was supporting you now. He seemed proud, even. But your mother didn’t.
“Did I tell you the story about when she decided she wanted to be an agent?”
You worried but continued to smile. It started out like a nice story.
“She was 14, and just got home from her maths tutors. I paid in full too, so no refund either.”
Oh, no.
“Dear, perhaps we don’t have to-” your father tried interrupting but it was no use. Your mother carried on and so, your father placed his hand gently on your arm whilst your focus remained on your mother, however your other hand found his and gave it a gentle squeeze.
This didn’t go unnoticed by the trio who then endured the story your mother told everyone.
“Can you believe that, my little girl, deciding to become an Agent instead of seaking her talents in-”
“Why don’t we move onto dessert?” your father announced, turning his attention to George who seemed to visibly give a sigh of relief.
“Yes, Lucy will you-”
“On it.”
Lucy led everyone into the living room with Lockwood, although yourself and your dad held back for a moment.
“I’m so sorry, Munchkin. I told her not to-”
“It’s okay, dad.”
“It’s-”
You took his hand on your arm again. “It’s okay, dad.”
As your dad followed Lucy and Lockwood and your mother into the living room, you let out a controlled breath and beside you, you saw a beer bottle.
“Not yet. If she smells it on me, she’ll hit the roof.”
“Maybe it will get her out quicker.”
“Don’t tempt me.”
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
You remained still, your gaze fixed on the door. “No. But it can’t be that long until she leaves. Keep that on ice for me?”
“In the hidden corner of the fridge already.”
“Thanks, George.”
Being careful of your steps, you made your way into the living room where you found your mother in the middle of another story.
Lucy was pouring your dad a drink meanwhile, Lockwood looked at you for a moment, giving a silent questioning look.
“Are you okay?”
You gave a small nod and sat on the arm of the chair beside your dad, listening to another story that your mother told people. All that flashed across your mind was the amount of times you cried yourself to sleep in the nights after a dinner party where she provided people with evidence of what a disappointment you were to her then.
God only knows what she tells them now.
“Oh, please, tell me how my dear daughter is working in your fine establishment?” your mother asked, sitting on the edge of her seat. “And don’t worry, I know she’s not perfect. You can be honest in your review.”
Lockwood stuttered for a moment, understanding full well that when your mother said “she’s not perfect”, she didn’t mean it to be everyone is imperfect but rather you were…terrible.
“She’s doing very well. She’s one of the best…any of us have ever worked with.”
“You’re kidding! Oh, my dear.” your mother was laughing, with tears. “Oh, how cute. Dear, did you pay him to say that?”
“Wait a minute-” Lockwood was about to say something but then your mother looked at her watch.
“It’s getting late, we should go. Come on, dear.”
Your mother stood and thanked everyone, not once making eye-contact with you, before ushering her husband into the hallway.
“What the-”
“Not yet, Luce.” you whispered.
However, as you stood and walked down the hall, you saw your mother fussing over your father’s coat whilst he tried to stop her.
“What’s going on?”
Something in your gut told you what she was fussing over wasn’t his coat, but rather something she would get off her chest and your father was trying to stop her.
“Nothing, Munchkin.”
“We think you should come home.”
Lockwood, Lucy and George sprang into the hall when they heard your mother.
“What?”
“Just until you get better.”
“Better?”
“Clearly you paid Mr Lockwood to say that about you. I am your mother after all, I should know when your boss is lying.”
“I wasn’t-”
“Why should I come home? This. This place. This is my home. It’s been more of my home than a house with you has ever been.”
“No need to be spiteful, dear.”
“Just stop it!”
“See, look, she’s making me the villain again-”
“Enough!” you shouted out. “Can’t you see I’m happy here? I love my job and I love these people. I understand you don’t like the fact that you can’t say to your friends that I’m some fancy accountant doing peoples taxes until three o’clock in the morning, but it should be enough for you that I am happy. I am doing a job I love and I have people that I love.”
“I told you she was happy-”
“How can she be? She’s going to be a freak, just like the rest of them!”
“That is enough!” your dad raised his voice. “She has a point. It should be enough that she’s happy and she’s in a job she loves. Maybe we didn’t agree in the beginning, but it wasn’t something worth losing our daughter over! And she’s not a freak. These children are not freaks. They are talented, incredible human beings who shouldn’t have been brought into a world of fear, but are making the most of life all the same. I don’t care what she does. What I care about is knowing who she is. What I care about is if she is happy. Not if your friends and their old minds are satisfied over the stories you tell them. We haven’t seen her in almost three years and you can’t take a few hours to be kind and proud of her! I am not going another three years without seeing our daughter.”
“So what are you saying? Are you staying here?”
“I’m saying either realise what you could lose, or I leave.”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me. Either change or I leave. And I move down here with her and we don’t see you ever again.” your father looked back to you where he found you looking at him with tears in his eyes. “I’m sorry, Munchkin. It should have taken me this long.” he turned back to your mother. “She was brave enough to make the choice three years ago, and now I’m making it, too. So?”
You and your father waited, watching as your mother stood shocked at your father’s words before turning to look at you.
“You’ll regret it. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow. But you will.”
“No, I won’t.”
Then she turned back to your father. “I’ll be at Janice’s if you need me.”
“Goodbye, Dear.”
Your mother did nothing other than turn around and close the door behind her.
“I’m so sorry, Munchkin. I should have said something sooner. Much, much sooner.”
“It’s alright.”
“It’s not. But I will spend the rest of my days trying to make it up to you.”
“Are you really sure you want to live in London?”
Your father paused for a split second. “Maybe a few minutes outside of London.”
You laughed a little, and so did he. “I’m getting a little too old for city life.”
You stood, looking at him for a moment before hugging him. “Thank you.”
“I love you, Munchkin. And I am sorry.”
“I love you, too.”
The following fifteen minutes were spent trying to get your father to consider staying for the night, but he eventually convinced you that he would be okay in a local hotel room - especially since he had a discount from work.
As the door closed behind him, you locked it shut and as you turned around, Lucy came running over and hugged you.
“It’s a shit deal.”
“Thanks, Luce. Please tell me George has my beer-”
“Right here.”
“You’re an angel.”
“Was she always like that?” Lockwood asked.
You swallowed your beer with a nod. “It was a little easier in the beginning, but…yeah. Always.”
“Anyone for donuts?” George asked when a short moment came over all of you.
“Yes.”
“Please.”
As Geroge and Lucy left towards the kitchen, Lockwood pulled you back.
“Are you sure you’re okay? Because that was…”
You touched his hand that loosely held yours. “I’m okay.”
Lockwood looked like he wished to say something more, so you waited.
“If…if there comes a day, when you’re not. Promise you’ll come to me? That you’ll talk to me.”
“I promise, Lockwood.”
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I watched this episode today…HOW DID I MISS THE SEAWEED BRAIN MOMENT 😭😭😭
first canonical seaweed brain and of course it's while they're fighting over who gets to sacrifice themselves
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