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genieofthebooks · 6 months

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hi!! i was wondering if you could please do a george x reader where the reader is quill kipps’ little sister and she’s a quiet bookworm and her and george go to the archives together a lot and maybe kipps finds them one day and warns george against seeing her? just some general fluff hehe thank u

Love in the Archives

Pairing: George Karim x Fem!Kipps!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Protective older brother.

The Archives was your domain, your solace from The Problem.

In a world haunted by vengeful spirits of the past, the archives was a safety blanket that you could count on to always be there. It was easy to escape reality in there like a lotus bed from mythology, if you get too wrapped up in what you are doing, time passes faster than a blink.

Escaping society and its horrible way of forcing you out of your shell. Escaping the constant worry of your older brother who despite being a twat at times could be pronounced dead during every case he went on. Especially now when you knew he was losing his talent your worry increased to the point where you started to wake of nightmares, seeing your brothers dead body being dragged out from a haunted building was the last thing anyone needed to see which is where you found yourself in the archives even more than you used to. Instead of four times a week it was now everyday and staying there when it opens and when it closes for curfew.

A few perks came from the archives apart from an escape from everything and that you did not have to talk to anyone that you didn't, was that you made one of your first friend and maybe something more, in the archives.

It was a busy day and you had been there since the morning so you had been able to snag your favourite table, tucked away yet still having access to your favourite area of the archives, reading articles about a mysterious case from the 60s.

You were startled awake by a heavy, dusty tome being dropped on your table making your cold, abandoned tea threaten to spill over the edges of your treasured mug. You went to glare at the very person disturbing your peace but your glare stopped short once you caught sight of your favourite curly haired boy. Your glare turned into a soft smile as you watched George sit down opposite you and opened the heavy book.

"Is that for a case?" You peered over the table trying to get a glance at the words in the book but it was impossible from the words being upside down. Tilting your head like a lost puppy when you couldn't figure out the words on the page.

"Yes. however, if you ask me, Lockwood should never have agreed to the case as everything I have read only makes it more concerning" George rambled on, his voice raising every so often gaining him glares from others in the archives.

"That sound like Lockwood, Then again I only know him from what you and my brother tell me" You said to George, reaching over for his hand to calm him down.

"What are you reading?" George nods to your pile of newspapers that were spread around your side of the desk, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.

"Some case that has been unsolved since the sixties where the police are unsure if it was a ghost, because it was at the start of the problem or a serial killer who went round killing a bunch of people. Now people also think that maybe he was a serial killer, died, became a ghost and kept on killing innocent victims." As you were explaining your findings, George was staring at your face as he noticed that your eyes were sparkling with curiousity and exitement and at times he caught himself glancing at your lips every once in a while.

Your hand shifted a newspaper over for George to look at to show him your favourite article so far on the case but because the news paper moved George managed to get a look at a worn out romance novel that was hiding under the papers.

"What's that?" George asked curiously.

Once you realised what he was looking at you quickly shoved the worn copy into your tote bag, slightly embarrassed that he saw the book and that he saw how worn out it was making it clear that you have read it many times. "Nothing of importance"

He noticed how your eyes darted from the bag to his face, nervous about his reaction until you did something he was not expecting, you darted into the bookshelves.

Once you were out of George's eyeline you rested your head against the metal bookshelves and started questioning your entire life existance.

"That was a bit of an overreaction" George's voice called out from where he was standing staring at your overthinking. He slowly walked over to you and pulled you away from your hiding spot. You avoided his eyes but he hooked two fingers under your chin, making you look into his eyes. "I think that you freaked out over something completely different but I need to do an experiment to test my hypothesis."

Your brows furrowed at his words but before you could say anything he lifted your face closer to his lips and leaned in and kissed you gently, before you could register what was happening he pulled away but you stopped him by kissing him back and he relaxed into the kiss once he realised that his hypothesis was right, you liked him back.

George's lips were soft against yours as he gently pushed you up against the bookshelf his hands finding a place at your waist. You smiled into the kiss as it was everything that you had ever imagined and was better than anything you had read.

He pulled away from the kiss, resting his forehead against yours smiling at the small pants you were making after he literally and figuratively took your breath away.

"What on earth is going on here?"

Sorry if this wasn't any good and that it is not very long but I hope you liked it.

#lockwood and co x reader #george karim x reader #lockwood and co #x reader #george karim #quill kipps

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genieofthebooks · 8 months

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Hey! Are you taking request? Specifically for Lockwood and co?

Hello, Yes I am,

However, I do take quite a while to write them as I am a perfectionist and I always want to try and get it the best I can for you readers. So I do need people to be patient.

But you can request anything you would like with Lockwood and Co (not smut though that is the only thing I didn't do)

#lockwood and co x reader #requests open

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genieofthebooks · 1 year

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Chaos of 35 Portland Row

Pairing: Platonic!George Karim x Fem!Reader, Platonic!Lucy Carlyle x Fem!Reader, Romantic!Anthony Lockwood x Fem!Reader

A/n: This is an Incorrect Quotes fic. They all belong to the sources that they came from, I got them from an Incorrect quotes generator.

Warnings: Swearing, Chaos.

Lucy, spraying a melted cutting board with a tiny water gun: We gotta cool this bitch down. Cool it down.

Lockwood: I actually just put the cutting board in the oven...

George, visibly confused: Okay, so they decided to put the cutting board in the oven?

Lucy, spraying Lockwood: You FUCKING DUMBASS!

Lockwood: Dude, I forgot-

Lucy: OH MY FUCKING GOD! We're trying to make Chicken Alfredo right now, and you fucking MELT the cutting board in the oven at 400 DEGREES FAHRENHEIT!?

Y/n: *Watching in complete confusion while trying to process this whole situation.*

Lockwood: Guess what I'm about to get!

Y/n: On my nerves.

Y/n: Is this a good idea?

Y/n: Probably not.

Y/n: Do I care?

Y/n: No

Lockwood: What is love?

George: An emotional minefield.

Y/n: A neurochemical reaction.

Lucy: Baby don't hurt me.

George: I am convinced Y/n and Lockwood share a brain cell.

Lucy: And it's not in use very often, it seems.

Lockwood: That's ridiculous, Y/n doesn't have a crush on me.

Lucy: Yes she does.

George: Yes she does.

Y/n: Yes I do.

Lucy: How do Lockwood and Y/n usually get out of these messes?

George: They don't. They just make a bigger mess that cancels the first one out.

George: So, Y/n is no longer allowed to take the rubbish out at night.

Lucy: Why?

George: Because I've caught her trying to train raccoons to fight five times in a row.

Y/n, arms crossed and pouting: You'll be thanking me when the third raccoon battalion saves your arse.

Lucy: We’re about to do the taser challenge. You want in?

George: What's the taser challenge?

Y/n: We tase eachother, then drink.

George: How do you win?

Lucy: What are you, a lawyer? You want in or not?

Lockwood: If you want my advice-

George: No offense but you’re the last person I want relationship advice from. You tried to kill your girlfriend. Multiple times.

Lockwood: First off, that was before we started dating. Secondly, she's also tried to kill me.

Y/n: It’s true. It was mutually attempted murder.

Y/n: There's no way he would like me back.

George: Lockwood would throw himself in front of a moving car for you.

Y/n: Lockwood would throw himself in front of a moving car for fun.

*George drunkenly wanders around the house and Lockwood is drunkenly giggling*

Lucy, completely sober: *sighs* Well, looks like it's just me and you against the wold, Y/n.

Y/n, going to her and Lockwood's room: Nope, just you. *shuts door*

*Lockwood and Y/n are planning to break in somewhere*

Lockwood: We need to distract the guards.

Y/n: Right.

Lockwood: What are we gonna do?

Y/n: I'm gonna break their elbows while you poke their eyes.

Lockwood:

Y/n:

Lockwood: Deal

Lockwood: I WOULD DESTROY THE WORLD FOR YOU!

Y/n: Okay, can you do the dishes?

Lockwood: No!

Y/n: I wish I was a cat, but not in a furry kinda way, more like a “I can sleep all day and hit people with no consequences” kinda way.

Y/n: You don't think I can fight because of my gender!

Kipps: I don't think you can fight because you're in a wedding dress. For what it's worth, I don't think Lockwood can fight in that dress either.

Lockwood: Perhaps not. But I would make a radiant bride.

I hope you all like this, sorry it was not what I normally post

#lockwood and co x reader #anthony lockwood x reader #lucy carlyle x reader #george karim x reader #incorrect quotes #lockwood and co #35 portland row #george karim #lucy carlyle #anthony lockwood

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genieofthebooks · 1 year

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Why do I have the evil urge to write Platonic!Kaz angst, Like flashbacks to stuff that he had with his brother and you. Maybe the reader was dating Jordie and took care of Kaz with him and then the things happened.

I think they aged everyone up and Jordie looks to be around 16 so It might work. What do people think.

Bear in mind I have alot of drafts to finish but this idea is stuck in my head and will not disappear.

#kaz brekker #kaz rietveld #jordie rietveld #kaz and jordie #x reader #six of crows #shadow and bone #platonic!kaz x reader

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genieofthebooks · 1 year

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hello!! i hope you’re doing well and if youre not taking requests, pls ignore this: can i request a george karim x reader where either one of them is sick and a little delirious & they confess to the person taking care of them? and maybe by the end they realise the other person got sick too haha

Love

Pairing: George Karim x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of illness, fluff, Reader shipping Locklyle, Reader calling George Love even though they are not together yet. Kissing. Reader is beautiful/pretty yet insecure so doea not believe it. (You lot are beautiful)

You and Lucy were sat at 35 Portland Row's kitchen table with cups of tea in your hands, chatting mindlessly about anything and everything when a mess of brown curls and orange shirts tumbled into the kitchen nearly walking into the door, his glasses crooked on his face, slightly falling down his nose. His face was glowing but not in the good way. The bespectacled clumsy mess slumped down on the chair without a word. You and Lucy looked at each other in concern because normally he would have made a sarcastic comment but he was just sat there staring at the table cloth.

You gently placed your tea onto the table and stood up, careful to not make any loud noise, you cautiously walked over to the boy currently slumped on the table and pressed the back of your hand against his forehead and then the back of his neck. you were behind him trying to measure how well he is but all George could think about was that your hands were very comforting, so he leaned backwards until the back of his head hit your chest.

You combed your fingers through his curls, soothing him through his shivers. Deciding that he was too ill to function today, you slung his arm over your shoulder and gently coaxed him out of the seat, convincing him to lean all his weight on you. "C'mon love, let's get you back to bed"

He weakly tried to protest, pathetically pushing your hand away. "No. No. I-I have to'm work" he mumbled out, his words slurring together, You just shook your head at him exasperated. Knowing he would research himself to his own death if he could.

"Love, you can't speak properly and if I was not holding onto you, you would collapse in a heap on the floor. So bed with you" You ordered as quietly as you could as to not provoke George's headache. Lucy was laughing into her mug of tea as you were trying to convince george to rest and at your orderly tone but also the sight of you trying to drag a boy taller than you out of the kitchen.

Slowly but surely, you had made it outside of the kitchen. However, you still had an entire flight of stairs to go up, and George was practically falling asleep on your shoulder. For a second you considered leaving him on the sofa in the main room but that would be cruel so you guided him up the stairs by his hands trying not to miss a step as you were walking backwards.

"Y/n, what are you doing to poor George?" Lockwood questioned as he walked out of his own room, seeing you cautiously drag a very ill looking George up the stairs.

"He is ill and is taking the day off as he can barely function. So don't run off to complete the case until George is well and done with the research. " You ordered Lockwood, giving him a pointed look who just jokingly saluted at you.

"Yes Ma'am"

"Lucy's in the kitchen, by the way," you whispered to him once you had finally gotten George on the landing. Giving Lockwood a cheeky smile, desperately wanting the two to give in to their feelings which however, was mutual with Lockwood fed up of the dance you were doing with George.

Once again, taking your place at the sick boy's side, you gently shepherded him into his bedroom. You pulled his orange flannel off his back leaving him in his orange shirt and black jeans when he fell out of you hold and landed on his bed in a slump.

You moved his legs from on the floor onto his bed and coverd him with a blanket, just as you were about to turn and go back and get some medicine, he grabbed onto your wrist. "No Stay." He mumbled, his eyes half lidded.

"Love, I will be right back I just need to get something" You softly answered him but that only caused him to strengthen his grip on you until he pulled you down on top of him.

He nuzzled his head into the crevice of your neck soaking in the warmth of your body. His warm breath tickling your collarbone and his hands snaked their way around your waist trapping you in his grasp. "Stay" he mumbled into your shoulder and because he was weirdly strong he managed to trap you so you couldn't get out of his grasp even if you wanted to.

All that could be heard in the room was the two of you's breathing until it was broken by George. "You are so beautiful" Your breath stopped out of shock when you heard the comment and for a second you thought you must have misheard as you would never describe yourself as beautiful. Tears sprung at your eyes thinking it was a cruel joke and wanted to get out of there as fast as you could but you were trapped in his arms.

"Okay, Georgie you are clearly delirious and don't mean a thing you are saying." You started to wriggle to try and get out of his arms but he only clutched you tighter, causing you to give up.

"I wish you were mine. Do you know how right the world would be if I woke up every morning knowing that you were mine. It has killed me seeing your beautiful face everyday without being able to kiss you or hug you." George continued his confession where by the end of it you were smiling to yourself.

His arms dropped away from your waist, freeing you and when you clambered out of his grasp you were met with a peaceful expression on his face. You leant down to kiss his forehead before sneaking down to the kitchen to get medicine and some tea for him.

It had been a few days since George's love confession which if you were not feeling like death itself, you would be mulling over what he said and if he meant it but you were currently trying not to fall asleep on the kitchen table because your whole body was fatigued and your head was pounding.

George walked into the kitchen searching for you as he felt better but he stopped short at your slumped frame on the kitchen table. Like what you did a few days ago he pressed his hand to the back of your neck to check your temperature, you shivered at the cool touch of his hand. He chuckled softly at you before pulling you into his arms, as you were shorter than him he did not have to struggle with dragging you up the stairs but instead picked you up bridal style and kissed your forehead when you curled into him. "I guess it is my turn to take care of you now, darling"

His comment was met with your weak hand to his face trying to shove it but because of your exhaustion it only slightly nudged his glasses to the side. "You got me ill" you mumbled into his bright orange shirt, barely making any sense before feeling him gently lower you onto his bed.

"But you love me" he cheeked back, caressing your hair to lull you to sleep.

Sorry if it is not the best and the fact that it took ages to arrive, I got really busy with school. Sorry if George's characterisation was a bit off.

#lockwood and co x reader #lockwood and co #george karim x reader #george karim #lucy carlyle #anthony lockwood

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genieofthebooks · 1 year

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Please do literally any Oneshot with poly locklyle x reader

Preferably super fluffy and cute with them just chilling at home or cuddling or baking cookies or smt

Otherwise maybe something like the reader is super cute and locklyle find them injured on the street or fighting a ghost or smt and they take the reader back to the house and basically fall in love with them ❤️❤️❤️

Lockwood step away from the oven

Pairing: Poly!Locklyle x reader

Warnings: Fluff, Blood mentions.

You were baking. Which meant two things, you were either worried about something, happy or you were extremely bored. Normally the other members would come downstairs during the middle night for a glass of water and see you layering fondant over a cake at three am but it was Two o'clock in the afternoon so it had to be the latter.

You were waiting for everyone to get back from doing research on an upcoming case. Usually you would be tagging along as you were also one of the main researchers but as you had recently been stabbed so Lockwood put you on 'House arrest'. A loud clang sounded out from the front of 35 Portland Row, you tentatively walked out of the kitchen in a flour clad apron and a rolling pin in your hands to throw at someone or to hit, not expecting the other three to get back till later. Clattering and muttering, was rising in volume as you snuck towards whoever was in the house raising your arm in defence.

"Oh, It is just you two" You sighed out in relief after seeing Lockwood and Lucy in the hallway. Your arm that was ready in attack dropped to your side. You tilted your head to the side when you saw that they were missing a member of your small family. "Where is George?"

"Me and Luce got absolutely nowhere and George stayed behind but told us to leave because he didn't want us to bother him" Lockwood answered finally taking in your arrival and appearance. "Did a flour bomb go off while we were gone?" He teased seeing your black apron that was painted in white because off the flour.

"No I just dropped the flour because-"

Lucy cut you off. Without speaking she immediately went to your side and lifted up the side of your t-shirt to reveal a white bandage circling your waist and blood blotches as your stab wound was relatively new. "Y/n, what did we say" She looked at you as of she was scolding a child but it held some softness as she was concerned for you because she remembers seeing you bleeding out with Lockwood terrified above you, she didn't want to lose you, neither did Lockwood.

To which you responded by walking into the kitchen, both Lucy and Lockwood trailing after you. Lucy peered over the bowl of cookie dough that you were mixing and snuck her finger in to dip, her othe hand circling your waist to the uninjured side, feeling the bandaged under her hands but the warmth of your skin raidiated through, reminding you that you were still here. Smiling at you innocently when you caught her, resting her chin on your shoulder as she was now behind you with her arms now around your waist fully.

Lockwood leant against the doorway of the kitchen watching his two girls. He was broken out of his lovesick trance, when the timer for the preparation of the oven went off. Withought you having to communicate he walked over to the cupboard and pulled out a baking tray and some parchment paper, placing it on the table in front of you, kissing the side of your temple afterwards and pulling Lucy away from you as she had klung onto you like a Koala but she was being mindfull of your wound. Lockwood draped his arm over Lucy's shoulder as they watched you place the cookie dough onto the tray with expertise.

Lockwood moved to take the tray to the oven when you had stopped to admire the near final product but you slapped his hand away, not trusting him anywhere near the hot object as there have been many instances that make the three of you (You, Lucy and George) wonder how the hell he managed to do that.

"Lockwood step away from the oven, it might be your house but I don't trust you"

Sorry if it is not the best and not that long.

#lockwood and co x reader #anthony lockwood x reader #lucy carlyle x reader #lucy carlyle x anthony lockwood #george karim #anthony lockwood #lucy carlyle #locklyle #Locklyle x reader #poly!lockylexreader #Poly!Locklyle

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genieofthebooks · 1 year

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If I did a part three to Ghostly Memories/Family Line, what would people want in it. Maybe reader goes to visit her Mother in Prison or maybe something in the future when she has moved on so Like in their 20s and perhaps talking about if they want kids but reader is terrified to become like her parents or Shall I delve into reader's talent a bit more (That idea is quite ropey).

What do you think?

If you have any other ideas that could be part three please give suggestions.

Sorry for the ramble.

#Ghostly Memories #family line #lockwood and co x reader #anthony lockwood x reader #george karim #lucy carlyle #part three

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genieofthebooks · 1 year

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Family Line

Pairing: Anthony Lockwood x Fem!reader

Part One: Ghostly Memories

Warnings: Angst, Swearing, Mentions of Child Abuse and Neglect, Crying, shouting, Some Comfort. (Photo is not meant to be a description of the reader)

You were avoiding everyone. Everytime some one would walk into the room that you were in but you always came up with a pathetic excuse on why you could not stay in the room or you would quietly slip out before anyone could say anything to you. It had been a few days since the case at your old house and you have never felt so weak in front of your friends, waking up from nightmares every night of repressed memories that you thought had been lost and forgotten but were brought back to the surface like blood when you pick at a scab.

You padded out of the attic as quietly as you could skipping over all of the creaky floorboards that you had memorised so you did not wake Lucy. Sneaking around was a skill of yours, it was a survival especially in your old house and It comes in handy sometimes during cases because of Lockwood's Idiocy. Deciding that the library was your safest option as George likes to go down in the middle of the night for a glass of water. Slowly pushing the door open, seeing the soft glow of the lamp in the corner made you hesitate but whoever was sat in the big armchair had seen you before you could run back away.

"Lockwood what are you doing here at-" You looked to the clock, the small hand just passing one. "One in the morning?" You moved to sit in the armchair next to Anthony. Where the boy in question lowers his magazine to look at your pajama clad form and the anxious clawing that you were unkowingly attacking your wrist with leaving a bright red mark on your skin. He leant over the arm of his chair and pulled your hand away from your wrist so you could not inflict any more damage to your skin.

"I could say the same to you L/n" You paled at the usage of your last name, it was never used unless you were in trouble.

"Last name. What have I done?"

"You are pulling away from us, I know very hypocrytical coming from me but Y/n, we know you are not okay. Please just let one of us in." He shook your hand and swayed it gently in the air, both of you still sat in the two arm chairs but your arms interlinked brought you two together. Oceans apart but your hands were the rivers on land keeping the two of you connected.

"I don't want to talk about it" you muttered keeping a grasp on the final shield as the rest of them had fallen.

Lockwood nodded and the two of you sat in comfortable silence, your grip on his hand slowly loosened until your arm dropped hitting the edge of the arm chair. He sat up quickly but soon relaxed when he saw the rare peaceful expression on your face, asleep in the weirdest position possible. He threw a grey blanket over you. It was your favourite one that you must have left down in the library during your other midnight escapedes. He moved the hair that has slightly fallen across your face and moved it behind your ear so your were not suffocated by your hair in the middle of the night. He leant down and pressed a light kiss to your hairline, making sure you were as comfortable as you could be before switching of the only light source in the room and going to his own room.

It was morning when you awoke. Finally deciding to stop hiding and stay with your friends you got dressed into a black tank top and a pair of black ripped jeans, blue fluffy socks finalizing the look.

You walked into the kitchen where everyone was sat eating or drinking, you quietly walked over to Lockwood who was buttering toast and then slid it over to you with a soft smile on his face. You lifted the piece of toast and walked to the table with one half in your mouth, you sat next to Lucy who gave you a smile before taking a sip of her tea and George passed you the sugar to put in your tea that Lockwood placed on the table with his. He sat next to you and slung his arm on the back of your chair. The four of you were sat in content silence as it was still early morning and none of you had woken up yet.

The peircing ring of the doorbell woke you all up as you walked with Lucy to the door, knowing if you went by yourself you would not be friendly with the person at the door.

It was the same man from a few mornings ago. Your father. Once you caught his face you slammed the door back as hard as you could, not wanting to deal with him, the door rattled in the hinges when it slammed, echoing throughout 35 portland row. "No"

He knocked again and by now Lockwood and George had joined you in the hallway confused on why they might need to change the hinges and lock because of the strength that you used to slam the door. You re-opened the door and yelled. "Go away"

You went to slam the door again but when you did a foot got in the way and you seriously considered squashing it like a bug. "Please can We talk."

"Why, you never wanted to talk when I lived in the same house as you." You muttered hiding what you really wanted to say but you wanted to give him another chance because there was a stupid feeling in your heart, you thought maybe he had changed.

"Please!" Your father begged when he saw you hesitate closing the door. You turned around to your friends, you met Lockwood's eyes, who nodded, signalling that you can do it and whatever happens, he will be there for you.

"Fine" You coldly stated opening the door further, letting your father walk into the front room, where you normally meet the clients.

You walked up to Lucy and whispered in her ear. "You might not want to stay, with all the things that happened between your mother. I don't want it bringing back any painful memories."

She grabbed onto your hands and shook them before walking into the front room as her answer where your father was waiting with George and Lockwood staring at him. You sat next to Lockwood who pulled your hand into his. Being the gravity that will hold you to the ground if you start to drift off.

You glared at him. No more childish cowerdice, you managed to look your mother in the eye and taunt her while she held a gun to your head so you should be able to do this. "What are you doing here?"

Everyone got deja vu to a few days ago. Especially when your father started to shift in his seat unvomfortable with the coldness you, his daughter was presenting him with. "I came to ask for forgiveness"

You raised your eyebrow and scoffed. "Mother is in jail and you don't want to go either so you are trying to get me to forgive you"

He stretched his hands out towards you, where you sank back into the sofa, sinking into Lockwood's safetly. Glad he kept a hold of your hand. "No, My daughter that is not it."

You closed your eyes and took a few quick breaths to stop your rising anger or sadnessbut it did not work. You bit your lip while thinking of how to rationally answer him. That all flew out the window. "No. No." You frowned. "You don't get to call me that. After everything that happened. You are just being cruel." You were surprised at how quiet your voice was.

"I'm being cruel" Your father questioned shocked that his own daughter would call him cruel.

"Yes. Yes. Do you know how worthless you made me feel. The fact that my own father did not stand up to me against my own mother. You never loved me and I thought my whole life that there was something wrong with me but there is not. You are incapable of Love" You leant forward staring right into your fathers eyes.

"I did not do anything to you!" Your father stood up trying to defend his case but in reality was making it worse like in a court when the defendant screws it all up at the stand.

You stood up, Lockwood standing up with you ro provide support if you needed it. "Oh but you did. By not doing anything. You just stood there and watched me get hurt by one of the other people who should show me what love was." Your voice cracked as you pointed to yourself. "You just watched and made no move to protect me because you are pathetic. You made no effort to help when she locked me in my room for nights upon end with little food to feed me. When she held a gun to my head the first time, trying to kill me because I killed her child. But I didn't he fell off a tree. It was an accident. You know it. Mother knows it but you were both filled with hatred that the only child you loved died and the unwated child was left. I was a child. But you never loved me so I'm guessing I don't count as a child"

You were stood face to face with your father and for the first time he hit you. You felt the world stop. Lockwood stepped next to you, he glared at your father with such intensity that even Lucy and George were slightly afraid of him "Get out"

You and your father were both stood frozen shook that he hit you. He never did that but now he finally did, he was just as bad as the rest of them. Only was he taken out of it when he heard Lockwood yell "Get Out! Now" he looked to you where a red handprint started to show and fled like a criminal fleeing from a crime scene. Lucy and George following behind and closing the door.

Lockwood pulled your shellshocked frame into a hug, his arms going around your shoulders. Pulling you close to him so the rythmn of his heart would lull you and ground you. Still in your fragile state but as you could move you wrapped your arms around his waist. Crying into his shirt.

Soon he pulled away from you but moved one arm down to your waist and another hand to your chin lifting it to assess the mark, he wiped away the tears that were falling with a softnes that you had never felt against your face before used to harsh touches not soft and light. He placed his forehead against yours, and you just stayed there until you could focus normally.

"Hey, you're safe. I've got you"

Sorry If it was not the best and there was not much of a confrontation but I hope you liked it.

#lockwood and co x reader #anthony lockwood x reader #anthony lockwood #lucy carlyle #george karim

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genieofthebooks · 1 year

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I was wondering what your boundaries are for writing? Do you write smut, or more so fluff?

Hello,

Thank you for asking.

I will write fluff, angst and stuff in the middle. I don't write smut as I am not so comfortable with it. (It won't be good anyway) Sorry.

But other than that, I am open to trying and writing about stuff that I wouldn't normally write about, and if I don't like the idea, I will just not write about it. Sorry

So you can request whatever you want.

Sorry for rambling,

-Genie<3

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genieofthebooks · 1 year

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hi i really really love your work ❤️ can i request a scenario that would show how george and the reader fall in love together? like all the little moments that lead to the realization, i thought it could be a good idea hehe no pressure tho. thank you again for your hard work ❤️❤️

The Little Things

Pairing: George Karim x fem!reader

Synopsis: The Little things that make George Karim fall in love with you.

Warnings: Fluff, Pining idiots, Kissing

1. First Meeting

You let out a nervous breath as you were anxiously wringing your hands together waiting for someone to open the door. It was cold and dark and now that you thought about it you should not have come this late. You stamped your feet together to try and warm yourself up being careful not to slip on the ice that had started to freeze on the steps. Cursing yourself for leaving without bringing any money or warm enough clothes as it was not snowing where you travelled from.

A tall black haired boy answered the door in confusion that someone would be ringing the door bell at Midnight. "Hello"

"Are you Mr Lockwood." He nodded and led you inside because even though he did not know who you are he wanted to get you out of the snow before you froze of hypothermia. Lockwood led you into the kitchen where you came face to face with a bespectacled and curly haired boy pouring over some sheets on the table.

Before you could stop yourself you started to apologise but it soon turned into rambles that both of the boys looked lost at. "I am aware that it is really late and not the best timing, sorry for waking you. I underestimated how long it would take to get here, so I did not bring any money for a hotel as I thought I would get here early afternoon for the interveiw but then the bus on the way here broke down and Then someone slipped and I had to help them get a hold of an ambulance because I did not want to leave them to die. I am really sorry"

"It's okay neither of us were asleep as we were stumped on research for an upcoming case. I'm Anthony Lockwood and this is George Karim" Lockwood said smiling at you softly to calm your anxieties, granted it wasn't the best timing but both of the boys couldn't deny that they have not arrived at a place too early or too late. They were hardly ever on time. And if Lockwood was being honest you looked like a lost cat that just needed some warmth.

"Speak for yourself. I was really getting somewhere with the research" The curly haired boy looked up at you trying to asses the midnight caller. But he was surprised by your bright e/c eyes that were flitting over the room in awkwardness and your h/c That was up in a neat low bun so it was out of your face if you were attacked by a ghost on your journey, your face flushed because of the cold and the snowflakes that were slowly melting in your hair. Lockwood smirked at the look on George's face as his hostility faded and became a look of something Lockwood could not place.

"I'm assuming you have all of your grades and a letter of recomendation" You nodded handing Lockwood the papers that were the only neat thing in your satchel. "Your Talent is sight and touch correct and it says here you are good at healing and fixing up injured people " You nodded again fiddling with the edges of the once white tablecloth that had notes and insults and drawing on it. Lockwood read over your letter of recomendation from your old employer.

"We definitely need someone who can do that because of how reckless you are" George muttered turning back to the papers on the table but sometimes lifiting his head lightly to look at you.

"Ignore George. The Job is yours if you want it. We will show you round in the morning but for now you can either stay awake with us or I can show you to your room." Lockwood held out his hand for a handshake that you gently placed your still freezing cold hand into and shook it accepting the offer. "Well Welcome to Lockwood and Co. Y/n L/n"

2. Your Kindness

You had been at the agency for a few months fitting into the boys dynamic quite well. Scolding Lockwood when he did something stupid, Helping George cook as both of you did not trust Lockwood near a stove, He once set fire to pasta that was in the pan. You were still confused on how he managed to make that happen. Making sure neither of them got seriously injured on a case. But there was one thing that the boys were slightly surprised by. Your Kindness. It was a complete foil from the other two.

One example is when you three were walking back from a case in silence as there were no Taxis to be found and you all felt the weight of exhaustion on your body's none of you could find the energy to talk.

It was early morning so people were starting to wake up, passing by a few night workers going home like you guys. A blind person was waiting with his cane opposite the you three teenagers who were ready to collapse. He started to walk when he felt the small knob underneath the button start to spin. His cane swiping across the road passing you three but you waited once you got to the other side to make sure he was okay but he was stopped by a fence that was in the way and was considerably far away from the safety of the path.

You immediately dropped your duffle bag and your rapier which landed on the floor (George's foot) with a crash and Ran over to him to help him. "Sir it is this way." He turned to the direction of your voice and he held out his hand for you to lead him gently in the right direction. The traffic light had gone green as no cars wanted to risk hitting you or the man. Once he was safely on the path he patted your hand in thanks before continuing on with his journey. You waited for a little while until he was out of sight before turning to the boys, Lockwood was trying not to fall asleep standing up. While George was looking at you with a fond look in his eye.

"Well done!" A driver shouted out the window to you as they drove past.

3. A gift

You came through the door of 35 portland row with a white box in your hands, kicking the door closed with your feet you met the eyes of your new friend Lucy Carlyle and Lockwood. You were glad to have another girl in the house not at all bothered that you had to share the attic with her. "What have you got there Y/n/n?" Lucy asked with a cup of tea in her hands as she was sat on the stairs for no particular reason and Lockwood had just come out of the kitchen.

"Something for George. Where is he?" You asked your arms getting tired from holding the box. Lucy and Lockwood shared a look both of them were tired of the dance of feeling that was occuring between you and George and one of you needed to admit it or they were going to lock you in a room together until it happens.

"Kitchen" Lockwood answered seeing the boy cook something before George shooed him out not wanting Lockwood to get in the way.

"Thanks" you nodded walking into the Kitchen and startling George by placing the box on the table with a loud thud. Causing the apron clad boy to turn around with a spatula in his hand ready to hit someone, probbably Lockwood you mused in your head. He calmed down one he saw it was you.

"What is that?" He questioned motioning to the box that you just threw on the table. Feeling cautious when you smiled at him. He normally loves when you smile but you have this smile reserved for things that you know something they don't.

"It is for you. It is an old box of comic books that I had in my room with my parents but they you know... So I cleared out the house with my uncle and found these and I thought you would like them."

George peered into the box and looked back up at you smiling in thanks that you thought of something to give him even when there was nothing special about today for him. He pulled you into a hug still having the spatula in his hand. "Thank you" He whispered into your hair.

4. A Nightmare/ First Kiss

It was after all of the events with Joplin and the mirror and You were sat in the kitchen alone with a cup of tea in your hand at three am. Staring at all of the comments on the thinking cloth trying to distract yourself from the images that presented itself in your dream. The images of George dead after looking into the mirror plagued your thoughts and you could not get rid of it no matter what you did.

George snuck into the kitchen because he could not sleep but was slightly startled when he saw your pajama clad form staring blankly at the thinking cloth, your hands slightly shaking as you held your tea on the table. "Hey what are you doing awake this early" He asked when he saw your head lift up from the table as you sensed another presence in the room, your shoulders relaxed slightly at the sight of him glad to see taht he was still alive. He pulled up the chair next to you and gently took one of your hands that were gripping the mug so tight he thought that it was going to break into his own and caressed his thumb over the ridges of your knuckles.

"Nightmare" you whispered. George felt his heart stutter because of how quiet you were even though you normally are a very quiet person there was a hint of saddness laced in your voice. "It was you. You were dead lying on the floor of the crypt and I couldn't do anything, I couldn't move" He placed your hand on his heart where you could feel the soft thud of his heart against your fingertips showing you that he was still alive and breathing. He lifted his hands up to your face and for a split second hesitated but the decided against listening to his head and to listen to his heart for once and pulled you into a kiss. He could taste the tea that you were drinking on your lips and for the first time that night you had relaxed fully.

There was a surprise for Lucy and Lockwood when they walked into the kitchen in the morning to see the two of you asleep at the table but your hands were interlinked. Lockwood gently hit Lucy who understood what he was trying to tell her and ran upstairs as quiet as she could to get her polaroid camera. To take a photo of the two asleep at the table, so they would remember this moment forever.

Sorry if it was not exactly what you wanted and sorry if it was not the best.

#george karim #anthony lockwood #lucy carlyle #lockwood and co #Lockwood and co x reader #George Karim x reader

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genieofthebooks · 1 year

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Would people like if I did a part two of Ghostly memories where the reader stands up to her father who arrives at their house.

Sorry for asking

#anthony lockwood x reader #lockwood and co #part two #anthony lockwood #lucy carlyle #george karim

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genieofthebooks · 1 year

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Hi!! Hope you're doing good! I'm so glad to see that you're writing for Lockwood and co, I really love your writing style :)

Could I request for a scenario with a reader who like, scold george after what happened with Joplin? Like, in a "how could you believe something nonsensical such as us not needing you?! I need you!" type of way (in ep 8). I've been meaning to yell at him for at least 45 minutes when I heard him saying that Lockwood and Lucy didn't need him, lmao—

I Need You

Pairing: George Karim x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Kissing, Mentions of blood, tears, saddness.

You were sat in the back of a DEPRAC ambulance with a paramedic placing stitches onto your forhead and wiping off some of the blood that had attached itself to your face, your hair was slightly matted with blood and your ponytail had dropped, George was sat next to you, your hand in his lap, with Lucy and Lockwood standing and observing the paradmedic flit around you like an annoying fly that you desperately wanted to hit but you could not. Even though George was next to you and holding onto your hand to distract you from the pain Joplin put you through and to stop you from punching the paramedic, you still wondered what would have happened if Lucy had not shown up. Would George have died looking into that mirror? Would he have died thinking that he was not needed by anyone?

"What are you thinking about Y/n/n?" Lockwood spoke noticing how you were staring at the ground, zoned out as you had not realised that the paramedic had left and it was just you four left.

"Mmn" You lifted your head not fully hearing what Lockwood said because some blood was in your ear from the Impact of being thrown into a wall by a ghost and because you were too busy worried about George.

"What are you thinking about?" Lockwood asked you again patiently knowing how you often got caught up in your mind.

"Oh nothing" You answered kicking a stone with your feet making everyone raise their eyebrows at your blatant lie. "George can I talk to you for a minute. Alone"

The bespectacled boy nodded jumping off the horrendously bright yellow ambulance and you followed him to the side of the building where you would be out of sight. Unkown to the both of you a certain duo were watching you two from a far. "So what did you want to talk about" He smiled at you while placing his hands in his puffer jacket.

You raised your hands and pushed him back softly making him stumble back in shock. "You George Karim are an absolute idiot."

"What have I done!" The boy exclaimed his voice going higher as he had no idea why you were angry.

"How could someone be so smart yet stupid at the same time?"

"I'm afraid I don't follow" George tilted his head in confusion, for once he could not figure you out. Only he could read you and your emotions like a book but in this very moment he was puzzled at you.

"We need you George. I might have been blacking out from the pain when Joplin called her guard dog ghost to chuck me against the wall but I still heard everything you said" You started but stopped when you saw him wince of the memory of you getting thrown into a wall and when he expressed how he truly felt.

"Y/n-" He stepped forward taking your hand into his but soon frowned when you pulled it away as if it was a burning pan.

"No Let me talk. George you are the glue that holds us together. You try to stop Lockwood from doing something suicidal and stupid even though it never works sometimes and You helped Lucy when she wanted to try something and banded against Lockwood and as much as you hate to admit it you like Lucy and she is not a pain in your arse but a friend. Nothing you said is true. We need you George." Tears were threatening to fall down your still half bloodied face but you had managed to contain the tears with a Dam. You lightly hit his chest again where he caught your hand and held it to his chest so you could feel his heart beat as he knew that was not the only reason you were upset.

"Whe-when you talked of looking in that mirror I was so scared." your voice breaking when you started the sentance and your voice going quiet when you admitted to being scared. The dam broke. Tears started flowing freely down your cheeks but you never broke eye contact with George looking into his brown eyes calmed you for a second as it reminded you that he was still here and In front of you. "I was scared. Scared of losing you because I need you. I don't care that you are odd. I mean look at us, none of us are normal and I am pretty sure Lockwood is insane. I need you George. You might feel that none of us need you but we do and for the love of God I will spend the rest of my life trying to prove it-"

Your last sentance was muffled by George as he pulled your arm gently so your body was close to him with inches between you, before you could think his lips were on yours, shutting you up. The kiss was sweet yet passionate at the same time. You pulled away and raised your hand up to his cheek and laughed softly when you saw that his glasses were fogged up. "Your glasses are all fogged up"

"Oh, nevermind" He pulled you back into a kiss, placing his hand on the side of your face that was not covered in dried blood. He made a mental note to make sure that was cleaned of your face because that definitely could not have been comfortable for you. But at the current moment he did not care that they had all just escaped death again and that their body's were all fighting exhaustion. All he cared about was you.

In the background behind a Yellow DEPRAC van a certain teenager was celebrating that his bestfriends were together after they have been dancing around each other for a year, he looked towards Lucy who held a small smile for her two new friends.

Sorry that it is so short and If it is not the best.

#lockwood and co #anthony lockwood #george karim #lucy carlyle #x reader #lockwood and co x reader #George Karim x reader

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genieofthebooks · 1 year

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Ghostly Memories

Pairing: Anthony Lockwood x Fem!reader [Not established but Established at the same time, Its confusing]

Part Two: Family Line

Reader gets sent into a vision of how someone died through touching the source, body or something close to them in their past life.

Warnings: Swearing, Angst, Reader's parents especially mother (Sorry if you are close to yours),mentions of death of someone close, ghostly activity, sadness, description of death, hints of abuse, Panic attack, Some comfort.

It was early hours in the morning in London and all of Lockwood and Co. were awake, sat in their pajamas staring at a client who decided to come at the ungodly hour of Four in the morning. George was picking at the loose thread on his oversized shirt, Lucy was perched on the edge of the sofa leaving a gap between her and Lockwood as they all were waiting for you to get back from the kitchen with the tea they offered the client.

You walked into the living room balancing five cups of tea on a tray, your hair in a messy plait as it was way more messy if it was loose. You placed the tray of Tea on the table in front of the client giving him a tense smile as the three behind you lunged for their tea to give them a boost of energy to wake them up, leaving two mugs on the table. You picked up your tea and sat between Lucy and Lockwood, not relaxing fully into the seat unlike Lockwood who was lounged backwoods with his ankle resting on his other leg.

“I apologise for the early intrusion” The client gestured between the quartet who were still in their pajamas looking at him as if he was insane, you were avoiding eye contact with anyone just looking at the floor trying to ignore the pain that was shooting down your back because of how tense you were. “I just didn’t want my wife to realise I had left, she would always get angry whenever I suggested that we extract the ghost that currently has been haunting us because she has an unhealthy attachment to the person the ghost used to be”

You started to wring your hands in a pattern to soothe you but it was not working as you were under the watchful eye of the client who was someone you desperately tried to forget when you moved to London.

Lockwood spoke up watching you out of the corner of his eye but also wanting to know why the client was avoiding his wife and why she had an attachment to a ghost that their client was asking for them to remove so he turned to the client with a grin on his face. “May I ask why your wife has an attachment to the ghost”

That was the dreaded question you did not want Lockwood to ask, but the client happily answered it. “Well it is the ghost of my son who died when he was twelve, he is probably agitated that we kept him this long but my wife could not move on and his twin sister ran away a year after I think she was overcome with grief and didn’t know how to talk about it, so she ran.” The client looked straight at you when he uttered the last sentence, you still avoided eye contact with him but you felt his eyes on you.

Everyone knew that something was wrong with you because by now you would have had a few sarcastic comments about how early it was but you haven’t said a word, choosing to keep your eyes either trained to the floor or your tea. Lucy and Lockwood shared a concerned look behind your head when George was getting the address from the client. Lockwood placed his hand on your knee as a comfort even though he was puzzled on why you were acting so weird. If they didn’t know you they would have chalked it up to you being tired because of how early it was. But they know you, they know that you don’t put your defences up for any old reason. Well your sarcasm was a shield in itself but that was soon just a part of you.

You finally looked up from staring at the design on the inside of your mug as you had stressfully downed your tea very quickly. You locked eyes with the client meeting his eyes that he shared with the only person in your family that you truly cared about.

“What, are you going to ignore your old man this entire time?”

“Well I was trying to” you retorted, slowly bringing your sarcastic shield up and not staying silent like you did when you were a child being berated by your parents for doing a simple thing wrong. You opened your shoulders up after gaining a boost of confidence and stared right into the clients eyes.

“I’m sorry what is going on here?” George asked looking between you and the client.

“Hello, Father” You finally stated clenching your jaw because you thought you would never have to refer to someone as that again.

“Hello, my little hunter” He responded surprised you actually acknowledged him with a title. You frowned at your childhood nickname, it was lost after the death of your brother.

“Don’t call me that” You leaned forward and rested your elbows on your knee as you stared your father down. Lockwood’s hand slid to your thigh so that it would not get stabbed by your elbow and he gripped it slightly so that you would not bolt. Lucy gently rested her hand on the small of your back in a comforting manner because she was the only one who knew nearly the full extent of what happened before you arrived at Lockwood and Co. however you withheld some information because it pained you to talk about. You two shared a bedroom which used to just be yours but then Lucy arrived but you both spent many sleepless nights talking, her about Norrie and you about your twin brother. “Now why are you here?”

Your father took in a deep breath frustrated at your hostile behaviour towards him however in the back of his mind he knew that he deserved it. “The ghost in our house is your brother”

You scoffed in disbelief that he has only now wanted to get rid of your twin’s body “Of course it is him. You kept his body in a bloody locked room because you and mother refused to move on and he is haunting you because you won’t let him go to rest.” Your voice started to raise in frustration, a small sense of comfort was coming from Anthony but you turned your voice steely. “But why did you come here, not the other agencies and how did you fucking find me.”

Your father hesitated before continuing but treaded carefully with his words knowing the wrong thing could set your anger off. “I thought your mother would allow it if it was you.”

You stood up, glaring right at your father, your chest heaving as you were trying not to either start crying or punch him. “Bullshit. You know damn well that she wants it to be me that was dead not Jace.” Your voice cracked and quietened as you finally spoke the name of your missing half, your better and more kinder half. You spun round not able to look at your father any longer as you tried to contain your emotions but they betrayed you and tears started to stream down your face. you lifted your head and dug the palm of your hands into your eyes to contain the tears, because it was too much.

Lockwood stood up and gestured towards George who was looking at you in concern as you were one of his best friends and he has never seen you like this. No one has. “George, Lucy why don’t you show Mr L/n the Kitchen”

Once they had left and it was just you and Anthony in the main room. Anthony slowly walked up to you like you were an injured wolf and slowly pried your hands away from your eyes, he noticed how glazed over they look as if your body was in the room but your mind was in a cavern.

“We can do it” You broke the silence, shocking him with your answer and for the first time in a while his face didn’t hold the smile you had come to love instead he was deep in thought contemplating if they should do this case because even though he had missed being in the field while his legs and shoulder was healing he knew that you would never be the same after.

“Are you sure?” He questioned holding onto your wrist to keep you in the present.

You ran your hand across your face because it was still early and you were already exhausted by the events that had occured in just the span of half an hour. You knew you were going to regret your answer because deep down you knew your parents no longer loved you but you wanted to grasp on the last sliver of hope that was drifting further and further away. “Yes”

Anthony placed his hand on your shoulder and you would not have believed that it was there if you did not feel the heat of Anthony’s hand against your cold and trembling skin. “It would mean-”

“I know what it means and I am up for it” That was one of the biggest lies that you have ever told.

Anthony patted your shoulder after a little while and then walked into the kitchen to tell George the news that you have accepted. Leaving you alone in the Living room to question your own stupidity.

It was now the evening where the sun was setting over the countryside outside of London and Lockwood and Co. were stood outside of your family home. The Dahlias and the violets were the same as when you escaped.

“Well it is good to be back” You sarcastically muttered walking up the cobblestone steps that wound up to the front door, so you could escape Lucy asking if you are okay for the hundredth time.

“Really” George questioned his tone laced with surprise, staring at you from the bottom of the steps.

“No” you breathed out when you arrived at the wooden door, seeing the grain of the wood and the circular pattern of the stained glass would have been a home to some but to you it was a void of what should be a home. No sentiment was rising in you but instead the happy memories of the only family member you loved turned bitter and painful like a hot knife being driven into your chest.

“Nice House” Lockwood commented giving you a smirk that fit his face perfectly but at this point you wanted to smack it right off his face.

“Shut the bloody hell up” you muttered while kneeling down and making sure your rapier sword hit his ankle. It’s the house making you mutter, you only ever muttered when you were talking to your mother. You felt underneath the ribbing of the doorframe looking for the cold touch of a key. “I would rather be ghost-locked than go in this house again, sorry luce” you added when you saw her wince out of the corner of your eye. She waved you off knowing that even though you meant it you did not intend for it to bring up painful memories for her.

“Y/n really, too extreme” George looked at you with an incredulous expression, you have always been a pessimist and it worked well with your sarcasm and you have often spoke of death but after the recent events that occured between all four of you everyone wanted to make sure everyone was alive.

“No, not extreme enough. Aha found the key” You stood back up and faced the three who had actually no clue what they were getting into. Rolling the key in your fingers before placing it into the lock and turning it until you felt a soft click.

Stepping into the threshold of your childhood home, you froze as you heard the sound of laughter. Two children came into view running around the hallway, the young boy held a small item that looked like a phone but was pretending it was a sensor and the young girl held a wooden sword slashing and stabbing at the air as if a monster or a ghost was in front of her. You couldn’t make out their faces but as they ran towards you you knew immediately who they were. The disappeared just as they were going to collide into your legs. It was you and your twin when you would pretend to be fighting ghosts.

You shook your head releasing a shaky breath before continuing into the hallway, photos filled of your parents and brother, hardly any of you. It was like you never existed at all except there was one photo of you aged ten where you held your wooden sword proudly and your brother was standing next to you with his arm round your shoulder. “I loved that sword. No clue why though,”

Lockwood found another photo of you that you wouldn’t have seen as it was right at the back of the sidebord sheilded by photos of a happy family that did not have room for you. “Hey look it is a baby Y/n”

"Aww you were adorable, What happened?" George teased and acting dramatic when you swatted him on the shoulder.

Lucy walked into the centre of the hall, trying to focus on what she can hear, blocking out the sound of the boys teasing you and you threatening. "Will you three shut up!"

You jokingly saluted her while spinning around making sure to hit George with your hair as you turned. "Yes Ma'am"

"Y/n!"

"Sorry, sorry." You stepped backwards into Lockwood who stedied you while George was laughing his head of at you getting scolded.

Lucy closed her eyes and was able to focus after the three had shut up. "I hear laughing, children laughing"

She opened her eyes and looked to you"Your brother is a very happy ghost"

"He was a very happy child" You shrugged your shoulders.

"The complete opposite of you then" Lockwood asked.

"Pretty much. Now follow me" You walked up the stairs without another word. Your combat boots echoing against the light wooden flooring. Leading the trio to the only closed door in the house as every other door was open for ventilation. The door was decorated with faded signs of names, Your name had faded ghosts and swords and your brother's name had books lettering his name. Lockwood noticed how similar it was to the door that he kept locked in their house, both doors containing a secret. Except you both have different ways of opening the truth.

You rammed your shoulder into the door not being bothered to look around for another key and it swung open and slammed into the back wall with a large crash. Your breath caught in your throat as the bare room that used to be filled with imagination had a lonely bed in the middle of the room.

"Friends! New Friends!" Before anyone could speak a small figure of a ghost started circling the agents who were broken out of their stares at what rested upon the bed. All three drew their swords and only you were unprotected as you started walking towards the bed slowly.

You walked as if you were in a trance eyes fixated on the closed eyes of the body. When you reached the neatly made bed, your body fell to the floor with a soft thud

In front of you was your twin brother. Still frozen in time at aged twelve which differed from your Sixteen year old form. The ghost of your brother had stopped flying around your friends and was floating inbetween Lockwood and Lucy and all four of them were staring at you.

"There is something about her that is familiar, but I can't put my finger on it" He floated over to George who looked at the ghost is shock that there was actually making conversation with them instead of attacking.

"Jace" Lockwood started but when he said your brother's name his ghost started buzzing.

"How do you know my name? Have you met Y/n?" At Lockwood's nod and his eyes flitted over to your knelt form next to your brother's body. The ghost finally caught on.

"Oh she is Y/n, She looks so different." The ghost mumbled quietly realising how tired and worn out you look. "But she got her job as an agent that she has always wanted."

"Yeah, she did" The four were staring at you again where you had now broken your gaze of the body and was looking around for something but your hand accidentally brushed against your brother's arm and you were pulled into the moment that you never wanted to live again.

It was if you were watching an immersive play, you were right in the action but when in an immersive play the actors could see you. The children couldn't see you. Your eyes couldn't focus and your chest felt as if it was being hit by a bat and with every hit getting stronger, and stronger. You couldn't leave until the death has been completed.

"Y/n!" Anthony ran next to you and knelt down next to your now shaking form. He hated the white glazed look in your eye. You looked like you were in ghost-Lock but with the ghost still over with Lucy and George they knew that it was just the curse of your talent.

"Y/n, Catch me if you can" Jace exclaimed running away from your tweleve year old form that had her beloved wooden sword attached to your hip with vines. The kids had ran out of the house and towards the woods. Unaware of the danger that lied waiting for them. Unaware that soon their bond will be ripped in half with one in death and one in life.

"I'm coming Jace, but please don't run off too far you know how dangerous the woods are at night." Your twelve year old self ran into the woods after Jace, muttering about his selective hearing that he must have picked up from their father. You slightly laughed at yourself when you were younger with how bossy yet caring you were. Now people would just say you are bossy and Sarcastic. You chased after the two children, who were cheerfully cheering when they tore down the brambles. The three of you ran into a clearing, Jace climbed up the hight tree. Your heart froze. This was it.

Anthony pulled your shaking form into his body your back against his chest. He caressed the side of your face, rocking you slightly so that when you awoke you would have a comforting presence. "You're okay Y/n" He muttered into your hair even though he knew that you could not hear him.

Your brother's ghost floated up to you with Lucy and George. "Is She okay... What's happening"

Lucy and George looked at each other with a solemn look, knowing Lockwood was trying to make sure you were okay so they decided to gently explain to the ghost. "Her Talent takes her to someone's time of death, did she not tell you"

Jace's ghost shook his head. "She was not allowed to talk to me about her talent, Mother and Father banned her fron talking about it and if she did well it would not end well for her." Jace muttered the last few words holding a resentment to his parents that they were fine with threatening and hurting their own daughter, his sister. "But I had a hunch as we went to our Grandma's house after her funeral, and she bumped into the wall and her eyes went white, but then a few seconds she awoke screaming and we had to leave the funeral quickly, she would not tell anyone of what she saw but the next day I saw she had a black eye and a cut on the side of her face but again she would not tell me who gave it to her but I knew who it was."

Anthony's head snapped over to the trio who were whispering. "Jace did they ever show this in front of you"

Jace's ghost shook his head. "Not when I was alive and by then I did not know how to leave this room but I heard shouting and screaming and dad had to stop mother from cutting Y/n out of the pictures when she ran away. I wish I could have protected her better but she was the stronger one of the two of us."

"You did the best you could, Jace."

"Y/n!" The scream that haunted your nightmares echoed throughout the air, Your brother's foot slipped from the tree. He opened his arms in front of him but they missed the branch by an inch. His body fell backwards as if it was in slow motion. His body hit the ground with a sickening crack.

"NO!" You shot out of Anthony's arms as you were brought back to reality. You pressed your hand to your chest to add a counter weight to your hyperventilating. Anthony motioned for the three to exit the room once again like this moring but instead of you just staring at the floor you were clawing at your chest and your breathing was shaky. Anthony placed his hands on the side of your face and brought his forehead to yours. "Come on Y/n breathe" He moved one of his hands from the side of your face to your shaking hands and rested it on top of them gently.

Your breathing started to even out and Anthony pulled his forehead away from you to make sure you were still okay. He kept his hands in your still trembling hands until you nodded signifying that you were okay.

Lucy ran into the room and encased you in a hug from what you went through as a child, because even though you told her about the death of your brother you had never told anyone or her about the mistreatment from your mother and your father just watching and not doing anything to help. His silence was what betrayed you more with your family. "I'm so sorry Y/n" she mumbled into your hair. She helped you off the floor where George pulled you into a side hug to make sure you were alright as your hands were slightly shaking.

"I know what the source is I just don't know where it is." You said after a while, remembering what you guys actually came to do. "It is my wooden sword but I have no idea where it is." You spoke to the other three but then Jace popped back through startling you.

"I know where it is, It is in the fireplace, Mother tried to set fire to it but I started to haunt her to make her leave the room" Jace Innocently stated with a giggle remebering what he did to her. You looked back on all the times that Jace played a prank on your parents slightly smiling at the innocence of him but you remembered feeling worried that if you played a prank on them the consequences would not have been a laugh and a pat on the head.

"Thanks Jace, yet I am not at all surprised" You walked over to the fireplace and crawled into the pit area of it causing soot to fly up and rest on your face, you found the sword and crawled back out but when you came out you started coughing as the soot flew up into your lungs causing a suffocating feeling to encase you some more but this time it faded.

You were met not with the faces of your friends but the hostile face of your mother who held a gun directed at your forehead. "Leave Jace alone"

"I could say the same to you mother" you spat out, not phased that she was holding a gun to you as she had attempted this once before but you were no longer a scared twelve year old. Lockwood, Lucy and George were also shocked as they had not heard another person come into the room.

"It should have been you and not him, He was just a child. My Child" She stalked up to you and placed the barrell against your forehead, you closed your eyes as if you were encouraging her to shoot. Lockwood stepped forward to quickly knock the gun out of your mother's hand but at a small signal from your hand he stayed put but his hand still rested on his rapier sword to draw it at any needed moment. Lucy and George were trying to distract Jace because even though he was twelve and a ghost no one should have to witness their own mother try to attack and kill their twin.

"I was also your child. But you never wanted me so go ahead. Shoot me" You spoke to your mother keeping your gaze hard, looking straight into her eyes. Her hand started to shake. "You can't do it can you? but you could hurt your own child with a straight face so what is stopping you from killing your daughter. Shoot me!"

Your mother lowered the gun after considering what you said and walked from the room without another word. Lockwood ran up to you and pulled you into an unexpected hug. "Never ask to be shot again. You are better off alive"

"Ironic, coming from you" you mumbled into his shirt causing him to let out a small breathy Laugh.

"Not to break up the sweet moment but it is nearly morning and If we are going to do it. We need to do it now" George interrupted while holding up the iron cloth.

You let go of Anthony and kissed his cheek briefly catching you both of guard, before taking the iron chain cloth out of George's hand and walked up to your brother's body and ghost who were next to each other. "It was nice seeing you again. Big brother"

Jace's ghost spun round in joy that you finally admitted that you were the younger twin but you were the twin that got to age.

You placed the wooden sword next to his body before throwing the irom sheet over his body. Jace's ghost dissapearing forever.

The four of you walked out of your childhood house where DEPRAC was waiting to collect your brother's body to finally put it in a grave and to arrest your mother for attempted murder of an agent.

"This was a weird day, For the first time a ghost did not try to kill us" George commented before seeing you wave mockingly at your mother and then stick your middle finger up at her where she glared at you from the back of the police car but lockwood pulled your hand down but instead of letting it go he held on.

"Yeah, That is why I called him casper the friendly ghost even when he was alive"

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