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vi-trying-to-survive · 1 year

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Hello could I request a Lockwood x reader where they’re at the auction and reader causes a distraction after Lockwood caught but she’s maybe a relic man’s daughter or the main relic man’s daughter so they don’t kill her but after they escape she turns up at 35 Portland row adorning a new facial scar?

Stunning

Anthony Lockwood x f!Reader

Warnings: None, mostly just fluff. Some mentions of death though 💖💖💖

Summary: Y/N and Lockwood infiltrate another relic auction, the only catch is that this time it's held by her father. As she makes her way back to Portland Row in the morning, she isn't surprised to see he's still awake, waiting for her.

A/N: Hi, I really hope you guys like this one :) 💖💖💖 I struggled with it for a bit but then I got excited with this idea :) 💖💖💖 Thanks for the request I really enjoyed writing it :))) 💖💖💖 Also sorry if updates are a little slow I'm still getting used to classes :') 💖💖💖

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"This is a stupid plan", she groaned, rechecking the flares and rapier that were slid into her belt. How had they ended up here in the first place ? Relic-men were ruthless, violent and cruel, yet somehow, one of them was her father. When she had left to become an agent, she had naively thought that it would be the end of her association with them. Still, since joining Lockwood and co, she had returned to this bleak part of the world more times than one would deem safe, or smart for that matter. Somehow she could never say no to him, but who else would keep him safe if not, though he seemed to think the roles were reversed, she knew better.

He shrugged his shoulders, rifling through his backpack, "Well, do you have any other ideas ?"

Pausing for a moment, she bit her lip, he was usually open to most ideas, the more chaotic the better, but he would not be happy with this one, "We can wait and-".

"No, we are not waiting, we don't know when we'll get another opportunity like this", he pressed his lips together tightly.

She chewed on her thumb, turning away, "Lockwood I-".

"What is it ?", he moved to sit next to her, taking her hand in his. His expression softened, as he traced patterns across the back of her palm.

She rested her head on his shoulder, sighing, "My father is here- I- If he-"

"He won't, we'll be in and out before you know it", he squeezed her hand reassuringly. Just like that she believed him.

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"Give me your coat", she sent him a pointed look, her hand reached out. There were faint growls and curses from the outside in the door, they were getting closer, she didn't even spare a look.

He gripped his rapier tightly in his calloused hand, the blade glinting in the moonlight. The backpack now weighed down his shoulders, the weight of the relic, conveniently wrapped in silver, dragging him down. His gaze flickered between her and the sounds that were slowly growing louder, "Darling, I don't understand how you're cold right now".

She rolled her eyes, "It's not for that- I have a plan".

"What is it ?", he chanced a glimpse at her.

Shaking her head, she pressed her lips together, "No time".

"Y/N-", he was hesitant, eyes creased with worry. Not knowing the plan was like jumping off a cliff, she knew that, but they didn't have time and, maybe it was better that he didn't know.

Below them, the floor vibrated with doors being slammed open and furniture thrown about. She held her breath, "Trust me".

"I- Alright", he sighed, shrugging off the coat and handing it to her, with a perplexed look.

Slipping it on, she took his hand, leading him to the windows ledge. They climbed on, and she steadied herself, hanging onto the side of the building desperately. The Thames glittered menacingly, but they could at least count on the fact that there would be no visitors on it. The wind whipped around them, sending a chill about her skin, she wrapped the thick material tighter around herself.

She twisted to face him, readjusting his collar and smoothing out the creases on his shirt, "Okay, take a deep breath, aim for the water and don't come out until after 2 minutes, George, Lucy and Flo are gonna come get you". The shouts were growing louder, the pounding feet echoed through the walls. They didn't have much time, she had to get him out before he did something stupid or reckless.

"I don't understand", he frowned, as she stepped back into the room

He made a move to follow her, but she stopped him with a hand on his chest. He seemed to have forgotten that he could just push past her, maybe with all the chaos or maybe that was just the effect she had on him, she liked to think it was the latter. "You will", sending him a weak smile, she shoved him hard, so that he stumbled off the edge, tumbling into the darkness.

She paused for a few moments, clutching the strap of her bag and peering into the darkness, until she heard a splash disrupting the flow of water. Sighing, she made her way to the door, glancing around the corridor, the smile falling from her face. A group of scuffed men with rather dangerous-looking guns, were entering the room next to hers, she pursed her lips. Well, there's no going back now, she thought as she burst out of the room. The coat drifted behind her as she tore down the stairs, a flurry of shouts and grunts soon following.

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She groaned, dragging her feet on the ground, her heels ached, her joints were cracking and there was a stinging pain in her cheek, courtesy of her father. It had been a long night, but she was just thankful to have made it home in one piece. As she unlocked the door, it clicked and slid open silently. Tip-toeing in, all she wanted to do was crawl into bed next to Lockwood, though she was probably in for an earful from him about her 'so-called plan'. Shutting the door as quietly as possible, she was startled by a voice, "Y/N ?".

He was still dressed in yesterday's clothes, blackened by dust from the flares, stained with blood, and there was an angry blue-black bruise blooming on his left cheek. There were squashed throw pillows and thick blanket strewn about the edge of the sofa, he had slept here, just in case she came back in the night, though judging by the darker than usual eyebags, he hadn't gotten much sleep at all, though she knew she couldn't have looked much better. She felt a pang of regret in her chest, but it was mixed with love, for him. Wrapping her arms tightly around him, she ignored the stabbing pain from her shoulder, mumbling into his neck, as he did the same, "Hi".

He pulled back a little, holding her face in one hand, he ran his thumb across the angry gash on her face, "Do you know how worried I was ? What happened ?".

She turned away, unable to meet his eyes, a hand unconsciously coming up to ghost her cheek. Another to add to the collection, she thought, though the rest had faded into little white lines that were barely visible. She had gotten used to them, but this one had raw edges, covering her entire right cheek, something harder to hide. Along her walk, she had almost forgotten she had it, that she'd have to face him. Laughing softly, she wondered what he was thinking, "A little gift from dad, I- I know it's ugly, but it'll-".

He tilted her head back to his with a finger, pressing a kiss onto her forehead, "Don't- You are always stunning, even when you're covered in blood and dirt". She held her breath, her heart pounding in her chest, and she hoped that with all the dirt, he wouldn't be able to see the blush that covered her face.

He slipped his hand over hers, leading her up the stairs, "Come on, let's get you cleaned up".

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"This is really deep", he dabbed at the cut again with an alcohol swab. There were already multiple blood-spotted cotton balls tossed in the bin. Her face, now clean, only made the tear more visible, a jarring contrast to the rest of her skin, the thought alone made her scowl.

Cheek burning harshly, she clutched her fingers into a fist, turning her knuckles white, "Nothing I'm not used to".

He frowned, throwing the swab away, before turning to face her, arms crossed, "Stop it, you could have died".

She groaned, he didn't understand. Of course he didn't, though, how could she expect him to, but it frustrated her. It was the reason she had chosen to be the distraction, to get caught. She was the only person that he would have let live. In some sick, twisted way that was his way of showing affection. Throwing her head into her hands, she dug her nails into her scalp, "No, I wouldn't have, but you would have. He wouldn't have stopped until he caught one of us, and if we had both escaped, he would have found us here, and- I- I would have been the only one left".

"I-", he watched her closely, his lips were parted like he was taken aback. She had never hidden who she was or who her father was from the beginning, though it never made a difference to him, and she loved him for it. Still, she could never bring herself to tell him about the darker details of her life, they were painful to think about, she didn't want him to have that burden too.

Her eyes burned with tears, she willed them to stop, but they just rolled over her face, making her vision blurry and dripping onto the ground, "He still thinks that this is some joke, that one day I'll just come running back".

"Love-", he knelt in front of her, intertwining their hands, pulling her into him.

He was warm, and smelt of lavender, it only made her cry harder, "But I won't, how could I ever ? Who does this to their child ? He's- He's a monster". He just nodded his head, holding her closer, stroking her hair, until her sobs turned into soft sniffles. As she wiped the last of her tears away, she leaned back, her fingers finding their way to the back of his neck. He held her gaze, never faltering once, even as she pushed him down, so their lips met. She moved desperately, tangling her fingers in his hair. His hands gripped her waist tightly, pressing her up against him, they fit together perfectly. She kissed him like her life depended on it, because it really felt that way, losing herself in his lingering taste of honey and bergamot. Her chest tightened, his skin felt hot against hers, she felt like she was beginning to run out of breath, but she couldn't stop. Someone braver than her would be able to wrench themselves away, she didn't want to be braver then, she felt weak and so she continued to kiss him, even if it was the last thing she did.

Eventually, he broke the kiss, pulling back, he helped her stand, squeezing her palm as she handed her a pair of clean pyjamas, "Why don't you get changed, then we can go to sleep".

"Yeah", she smiled, scratching the back of her head.

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Tucked away next to him, under the safety of the blanket, with his arms around her, she finally felt the tightness in her shoulders melt away. She twisted around, to face him, so close that their noses almost touched, "Hey ?".

"Mmhm", he blinked his eyes open, his expression soft.

She ran a hand through his hair, "I don't know what I'd do without you, really". If not for him, she wasn't really sure where she'd have ended up, a relic-girl ? A run-away ? Dead ? She may never know, and she'd like to keep it that way, because she had decided that it was going to be much harder for someone to take her from him.

"Well, you'll never have to find out", he grinned.

She smiled, before her eyes went wide with realisation, "Oh, um- Love ?".

"Yes", he rose a brow, with his lips pursed.

She paused for a few seconds, wondering if it would be better to just lie about it, but decided against it, "I forgot to mention, I um- I lost your coat".

His pressed his lips together, she winced at the silence, almost sighing in relief when he spoke. "You- I- We're going shopping tomorrow", he managed to grumble, trying to be cross as let his head sink into the pillow. She pressed her lips to his cheek, and grinned when he shifted closer to her.

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vi-trying-to-survive · 1 year

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Heyyy, I was wondering if you could do an Anthony Lockwood x reader.. Where the reader would be cooking something and dancing in the kitchen with the radio playing. (Idk what song lol) And then Anthony would walk in and just admire her and he evantually joins in with her. And then at the end they kiss and go cuddle.... Just some tooth rooting fluff.. Lol thank you!!! Please take your time!!

Any Other Way

Anthony Lockwood x f!Reader

Warnings: None, this is pretty much just fluff, as requested :) 💖💖💖

Summary: With George and Lucy on holiday, Lockwood and Y/N have Portland Row all to themselves for a change, which they are definitely taking advantage of.

A/N: I really hope you guys like it :) 💖💖💖 I loved the idea and it was so so fun to write :) 💖💖💖 Also sorry if updates get a little slow right now, cause I just started a new semester and I'm a little messy with timing :') 💖💖💖 but I'm trying to get through the requests and feel free to send them if you have any :) 💖💖💖

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She rustled about, shuffling her feet about, an ill-attempt to tuck them under the blanket, as the sunlight fell through the curtains and into her face. After trying for a few more minutes, she gave up. Groaning softly, she rubbed at her eyes, and found it strewn over the foot of the bed, just barely touching their feet. It didn't matter anymore though, as he mumbled something she couldn't quite make out, shifting around, before pulling her into him abruptly. She bit her lip to keep from gasping in shock, he was still very much so deep in sleep, and she wanted to keep it that way. It wasn't everyday that he got mornings like this, one where he could sleep in without having to worry about ghosts or relic-men or DEPRAC chasing them down. He quieted again, the only sounds between them were his quiet breaths as his chest rose up and down. His skin was warm against hers, she smiled and brushed the part of his hair that had flopped over his face.

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The kitchen was filled with the smell of toast and tea. Placing the last slices of bread into the toaster, she began to wave her arms in the air, jumping up and down. It probably wasn't very graceful or elegant, but opportunities were made to be taken. George and Lucy were visiting family and Lockwood was out like a log, so she continued to twirl around, the colours blurring into one, until she bumped into the counter. Sending the sharp edge a glare, she turned to gather a couple of plates.

She gasped, her eyes growing wide, "Oh- Lockwood".

"Good morning, darling", his grinned, leaning against the doorway, voice still rough from sleep. She tried to smooth down her hair, which was sticking up at different ends, her ill-attempt at trying to save face. As the music became more slow-paced, he closed the distance between them. Chest to chest, he looped an arm loosely around her waist, swaying her to beat. She laced her fingers together behind his neck, resting her head on his chest, letting him lead her through the motions. The beat picked up, and she giggled as he spun her around the room, just narrowly missing the delicate china cups that were arranged on the table.

As the song came to an end, she came to a realisation of how they had ended up in this position. She bit her lip, "How much of that did you see ?".

He lowered his face close to hers, his hot breath heated her skin. Her heart pounded in her chest. "All of it", he whispered, before bursting into laughter.

She frowned, smacking him across the shoulder, "You are so creepy".

"But you love me anyway", he feigned pain, holding his shoulder at an angle, pouting.

"You're lucky I do", she pursed her lips, before tugging him into a kiss, clutching the collar of his pyjama's. He dropped the act, bringing his hands to cup her face.

Breaking the kiss, he raised a brow at her, "Hey, is that my shirt ?".

"Yes ? Is that problem ?", she tilted her head, sending him a challenging look. It wasn't intentional, but in her half-asleep, half-awake state, she had grabbed the first thing that she found and slipped it on. When she eventually managed to stumble out of the room, without stepping on a creaky board or tripping over the carpet, she was just thankful to not have roused him.

He leaned against the counter with his arms crossed, "Maybe, looks better on you". His dark eyes were fixed on hers, occasionally flitting down to the crumpled shirt that hung over her mismatched shorts and tank top, slipping off one of her shoulders.

She suddenly felt self-conscious, wrapping it tighter around herself, before busying herself with the food. She stacked the golden-brown toast high on the plate, surrounded by generous helpings of butter and marmalade. Placing the mugs of tea on the table, she dusted her hands off, "I was going to make you breakfast in bed but now-".

His cool demeanour melted away, jumping up, he grabbed her hand and dragged her up the stairs, "No, no- We can get back in".

"Wait- We forgot the food", she laughed, not really even trying to stop him.

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She sighed, nestling her head in his neck, "I wish we could stay here forever". He smelt of lavender and clean sheets, his arms closed around her securely, every part of her relaxed into him. The morning sunshine had turned into a more intense afternoon, the thick curtains drawn, just letting little slivers of light pass through. She traced patterns on his hand, blinking as she fought the pull of sleep.

"We can", he ran his fingers through her hair, tucking a strand behind her ear.

She frowned, pushing his arm away to sit up, "You know we can't"

"Just for today we can", he threw an arm over her, easily yanking her back down into him.

Her back collided into his chest, and she yelped. He chuckled, kissing the back of her neck, sending shivers down her spine. She shook her head, waving him away, laughing, "Who are you ? And what did you do to my Lockwood ?".

Shifting about so she faced him, she could see that the smile had faded from his face. "I'm still him, it's just that now I know my priorities", he ran a finger under her jaw to tilt her chin up, his voice quiet but full of passion.

She held her breath, as his gaze fell to her lips before coming back up to meet her eyes. "Your mouth is gonna be the death of me", she groaned, closing the gap between them. Lacing her fingers through his fluffy hair, she desperately pressed herself closer to him. His lips were soft, the faintest hint of bergamot and honey lingered on them. Her skin was hot, where his touched hers, in a way that made her heart race in anticipation. A hand gripped her neck, while the other squeezed her waist, suffocating her against him. She felt like she was running out of air, but the warmth that bloomed in her chest, only made her continue to kiss him eagerly.

She broke the kiss, hoping to turn away, so she could regain some semblance of composure. Smirking, he tightened the grip on her waist, forcing her to focus on him, "Oh I'm well aware and I intend to keep it that way". She wouldn't have it any other way.

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Undoubtedly

Anthony Lockwood x f!Reader

Warnings: Some fluff and angst ;) 💖💖💖 Also mentions of death :’)

Summary: After leaving Lockwood and Co, Y/N comes back for one last mission at his request. That doesn’t exactly work out the way she intended when he comes running to save her, like always.

A/N: Hi guys !! 💖💖💖 Part 2 is here !! :D 💖💖💖 I’m sorry it took longer than expected :’) 💖💖💖 Pls forgive me :’) 💖💖💖 I just started classes :’) 💖💖💖 Also I hope you like it !! 💖💖💖

P1: Anyone But You

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The door to the basement swung open with a shrill creak. He held a lantern to the steps going down, bending to his knees. She peered over his shoulder. They were worn with cracks and splinters covering their expanse, some even had bluish-black patches on them. Her nose wrinkled at the musty scent. She grimaced at the thought of going in there, but they do say it’s bad to linger at the doorway. Shrugging her shoulder, she made to move past him, but he grabbed her wrist, holding her back, "Careful, those steps look old".

She glared at him, wrenching herself from his grip, "I can walk up a flight of stairs myself".

"Plus I'm sure they're fine", she placed a foot cautiously on the plank. It squeaked under her weight, but held up. She gave him a pointed look, before putting her other foot down. It groaned awfully, and a crack began to form at the edge growing larger in seconds, and soon the whole piece was caving in on her. She yelped, grasping desperately around her, but shut her eyes feeling a pull at her waist.

She opened them, finding herself wrapped in his arms. He smirked at her, "You were saying ?".

A heat rose to her face, she turned away. He looked so smug, she hated when this happened. "I-", she was at a loss for words. Yet another moment to boost his ego, which was definitely unnecessary.

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"So, how have things been ?", he crossed his arms behind his back. They had wandered into something that they assumed was the old family room, though it’s carpet held a rather suspicious looking stain, that made her wonder otherwise.

She bit her lip, continuing to inspect the peeling, yellowed wallpaper, "It- It's good".

"Really ?", he raised a brow.

She frowned at his sarcastic tone, "I mean I haven't almost died in 3 months". Yes, she was safe but that also meant life had become mundane. Still, his tone made her grip on her rapier handle tighten.

"Yes, well-", he rubbed his brows.

She spun around, a fist clenched at her side, "What ?". Who was he to question her decision ? She had tried to explain it to him, but he never wanted to listen, so why would she do it now.

"Are you happy?", he sighed, bringing his hands to her face.

She found it hard to concentrate, mainly because he made it almost impossible to avoid his gaze. She swallowed painfully, "I- Yes, yes I- Of course". It’s not that she was unhappy, she was in an odd place, an in between of sorts. A part of her always longed to return to Portland Row, return to him, but it was not as simple as it was drawn out to be, or maybe it was. It didn’t matter though, she wouldn’t be the cause of his death.

"Yes, but-", his expression was so soft, like he was searching for something.She yearned to lean into his touch, to pull him closer and whisper apologies, promising to come back.

She pulled herself away from his touch, "No, don't go there, I told you why I had to leave". Her eyes burned with tears threatening to roll over, and her heart pounded so hard that it almost burst from her chest. She blinked them back, it would only make everything worse.

"And I told you its ridiculous", he sighed, running a hand down his face.

She scowled, "See this is exactly why I didn't want to come back".

“What do you mean ?”, he winced.

She took a step towards him, crossing her arms, practically glowering, "You're not listening to me".

"Because you never listened to me, you just left in the night", he moved closer to her, the vein in his neck pulsed. They were just centimetres apart, his dark eyes fixed on her. Why did he have to make it so hard to focus ? With his scent flooding her sense and that stupidly handsome face.

She glared back at him, "That was so hard for me to do".

"And it was hard for me too", he grimaced. The room was suddenly quiet, the echoes of their voices across the walls no longer audible. The disdain spread through her, draining all her energy, she was cold and her muscles ached. She chanced a glimpse at him, he looked just as awful as her. All she wanted to do was curl up into a ball, but she pressed her lips together and pushed past him into the hallway.

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"This room is clear", she held her rapier steady, tilting her head back to the open door that lead to the hallway. The room remained silent, not even an okay or a grunt of acknowledgement. They weren't exactly on talking terms but this was a bit much. She knew she had to apologise, but so did he, and this wasn't exactly helping the situation.

She groaned and made her way into the hallway, peering around, "Lockwood ? Hey ? Oh that's really mature".

There was a glow on the ground, just outside the door of one of the rooms. She bit her lip, "Lockwood ?". There was an edge to her voice, the malaise was already setting in, a hand ghosted the salt-bombs in her belt. Her eyes trained the inside of the room cautiously, as she stood by the rails of the banister. The sight made her bring a hand to her lips, the shape looked enough like him, but it couldn't be. It wasn't right. How had it happened ? No, no, no, she was careful this time.

She moved closer, just skirting the edge of the doorway. The figure shuddered and turned as the floor squeaked under her movement. Her throat went dry, it was him. He was still in his coat, with his hair messy, but it hung limply on his shoulders, his skin was pale, shiny with sweat and his dark eyes were hollow. As her eyes moved lower, she felt as though she had been stabbed through the heart. His white shirt was stained, a deep red patch spreading at his stomach. She thought they had stopped the bleeding, the wound had healed he told her.

He reached an arm to her, palms dripping the same crimson colour. Her vision began to blur as tears fell, making her lips taste salty. She rubbed at them carelessly, leaving streaks of eyeliner across her face. As he moved closer to her, the room began to crumble away. All she could see was him, and he was all she wanted to see. "Come here", he almost whispered, with his velvety voice. Who was she to deny him that ? He smiled, the fear flowed away from her shoulders, and she took her first step. Though she didn't get very far, before someone roughly grabbed her arm.

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"Why do you always have to be so stupid and reckless", she scowled, throwing her bags on the street haphazardly.

He shoved a finger at her chest, "I saved your life". She wondered how they had ended up here, but she very well knew. It was her fault, she could admit that. What infuriated her was that once again, she had let him risk his life for hers. It probably wasn't fair that she was yelling at him, he was the reason she wasn't cold and dead, but ironically enough she could live with that, as long as he was safe.

She smacked him across his chest, "And almost lost yours in the process". It was only then that she realised how close they were. She had to tilt her head up to glare at him properly. He remained silent, his dark eyes staring hers down, but she refused to relent. Still, it didn’t stop her breath for catching in her throat and she cursed herself for it.

"You are so persistent", he rolled his eyes, before connecting his lips to hers. His calloused hands, wrapped around her waist, pressing her against him. He held her roughly, backing her up till her back hit the ghost-lamp. The bright light only highlighted the sharp edges of his features, as he moved so fervently like he was gasping for air. The sudden heat from his skin against hers surprised her, but she soon melted into him, kissing back with the same desperation, threading her fingers through his silky hair. The taste of honey and toast on her tongue was addictive, she grew breathless, but couldn’t wrench herself away from him. She chased his lips for more, he gladly obliged.

Breaking the kiss, he tucked his head into her neck, placing soft kisses along her jaw. "So I take it this means you're coming back", he grinned.

She laughed, "Undoubtedly".

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Anyone But You

Anthony Lockwood x f!Reader

Warnings: None, this is just and only fluff 💖💖💖

Summary: Y/N left the agency, for reasons that she kept to herself. For 5 months she heard nothing from anyone, so it was justified that she was shocked to find Lockwood, alone at her doorstep.

A/N: I really hope you guys like it :) 💖💖💖 There are two parts to this one ;) (P2 is at the bottom of this one 😉) 💖💖💖 Also I know that I've only been posting Lockwood fics recently but I love him .... so .... :) 🥹💖💖

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"I uh- Lockwood", her lips were parted. You could have given her million guesses as to who would be at her doorstep, but she would have never considered him. She had left under abrupt and rather hurtful circumstances, so it was a fair thought. It had been 5 months since she formerly resigned from Lockwood and Co, and having not heard a word from him or any of the others in that time, she had safely turned the page on that chapter of her life. Now here he was in front of her again.

"Hello", he gave her a small smile. He was still the same, with the ectoplasm stained coat drifting about him and his hair flopping over.

She tilted her head a little, "What- what are you doing here ?". It was a little more rude than what she had intended for, but she couldn't go back now.

"I um- Can I come in ?", he took a step closer to her, his foot just an inch through the doorway. He was much closer to her, she could practically smell the soft scent of lavender off him, mostly because she never moved.

She studied him closer for a minute, before shaking her head, taking a step back, "I'm sorry, yes of course". She moved aside, giving him space to walk through.

She shut the door, and suddenly the room got much quieter. Clasping her palms together, she was at a loss for words, "So, um-".

"So", he watched her closely, the expression fading from his face. His dark eyes shone in the dimness of the room.

She paused for a moment, "Tea ?".

"Yes, that would be great", he almost sighed in relief, the grin returning to his face.

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"This is a lovely place", he spun around, glancing over the room.

It was not much, a small but clean kitchen, homey with lots of mismatched mugs and unfinished tea tins. It also belonged to her parents. Life in the countryside was not as glamorous as London, but she needed some time away, time to think. After all that had happened, that she had seen, it was a breath of fresh air, to clear her mind. She pressed her lips together, handing him a steaming mug, "Thanks".

"Just the way I like it", he smiled, taking a slow sip from the mug.

She cradled her’s in her hands, easing herself into a seat at the table, "Lockwood, why are you here ?".

He quickly followed suit, before putting it down on the table, "I- I need your help". She raised a brow. What could he possibly need her help with, there was nothing more that she could do that he couldn't.

"On a case", he finished. Oh, but she didn't do that anymore. He knew that well.

The steam heated her face, she swiped an palm on her face, "Alright, but aren't Lucy and George still at the agency"

He frowned, "Yes, but this is a four person job and-".

"You couldn't get a freelancer ?", she gripped the mug tighter, turning her eyes toward it.

He put his hand over hers, "I don't trust anyone but you". His touch was warm, tracing patterns in her skin. She concentrated hard to not lose herself in it, in him.

"You know why I left", she bit her lip, looking up at him.

His gaze never faltered from hers, "I do, but it has to be you and it's only one job".

"I-", she was hesitant. Of course she was. The things she saw, their last case together, it still haunted her. It was clear in her mind, the way he lay almost lifeless and limp on the ground

"Please Y/N", he squeezed her palm.

She relented, "Fine". The words slipped out from her lips so easily, like they always do with him. She was almost stunned with herself. How had she let this happen, again ? He could talk her into anything, not like she ever made it difficult for him. Well, at least that's what she had intended for this time, but old habits die hard.

He gave her a grin, the one that could change minds and turn heads, "Thank you". One last time she supposed, wondering if it would be worth it, but knowing her luck it would only be harder to tear herself away from them, from him again.

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She stood at the front steps of the door, behind the iron line. It was odd being at this end of the line, but she had been the one to make herself an outsider. She took a breath in, and knocked at the door. It swung open almost immediately, she readjusted her bag and the box in her arms, "Hello".

"Oh, hi", he ran a hand through his hair, letting her in. He was still in his pressed white shirt, though now it was untucked, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

She wondered if she was staring, quickly turning away, "So, what's the case ?". Inspecting the unchanged hallway closely, she hoped that he didn't catch her blush.

He guided her to the kitchen, "A Fetch was spotted in house along Mayfair". She knew her way there, having lived in Portland Row for 2 years prior, but she also didn't want him to take back the hand that ghosted the small of her back.

"Right", she nodded

"You're just in time, George was just about to tell us what he found out", he gestured at the table. George and Lucy were already sat round it, and judging by the looks on their faces, even they were surprised that she had shown up.

She gave a small wave, gingerly taking her usual seat by Lucy, "Hi guys". They seemed like strangers to each other. No one would be able to tell that 5 months ago they were practically family.

As she put her bags down, Lucy wrapped an arm around her, "Hi". It was an awkward side-hug, but it was much appreciated. She grinned, squeezing her arm. George remained silent, shuffling his papers about, his eyes occasionally flitting back and forth between them and her.

"Hey George", she was looking right at him now. It would be hard for him to avoid her line of sight.

He barely glanced at her from over the top of the book that hid the rest of his face, "Yes, hello".

Lucy patted her back, her eyebrows furrowed with sympathy, while Lockwood only shrugged his shoulders with a perplexed look on his face. She frowned, "George come on, I told you, I'm sorry". And she had, given it was over the phone, but still she had expected more from him.

He scowled at her, "Still".

That was a little harsh, and there was a high chance she deserved it. She forced a smile on her face again, "Come on, this is silly, look I brought cake from that place you love".

She pulled out a white box. Opening the lid, she placed it in the centre of the table, which was conveniently in front of him too. The whole room was silent, as he peeked over his work, eyeing the frosted rectangular squares cautiously. She was on the edge of her seat, hoping he would accept her peace offering. Even Lockwood and Lucy seemed to be holding their breaths. The tension was so thick in the air that it was getting hard to breathe. Then, miraculously he reached over, plucking a piece from the middle, it was lathered in icing with berries just dusting the top. He popped it in his mouth, making quick work of it, chewing and swallowing, licking the final coat of icing sugar from his fingers, before turning over to his papers. It was like a dam had finally opened, and they were flooded with relief. She smiled, instinctively turning to Lockwood. He returned the smile, laughing a little.

George just shook his head, laying the papers down for them to see, "You are not going to believe what I found in the archives".

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The sun was beginning to set, casting the rooms in a warm glow that would soon bleed into pitch-black darkness. She chewed her bottom lip. It had been some time since her last case and a Fetch was deceiving and cunning. As she finished lighting the last candle on the top of the stairs, she rushed down. Lucy and George were already gathered, glancing over the room warily. At her arrival, he clapped his hands together, "Alright, so we move in teams, if anything goes wrong, get to the iron circle, if not we meet back here in an hour".

She took a step towards Lucy, but she pursed her lips knowingly and grabbed George by the arm, roughly dragging him away, "Great, so George you come with me and Lockwood, you can go with Y/N". George’s cries could be heard as they left their sight. She frowned, Lucy knew more than she let on. However it was bad timing that she was putting that into effect now. She rolled her eyes.

He seemed taken aback, "I- Okay". He quickly recovered, already making long strides to the basement, rapier glinting in the low light, "Come on then".

She had to run after him, "Coming".

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P2: ok it’s here now ;) 💖

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With You

Anthony Lockwood x f!Reader

Warnings: None this is pretty much just fluff 💖💖💖

Summary: Y/N and Lockwood can’t sleep in peace ever since entering the Other Side, but at least they can keep each other company

A/N: I hope you guys like this one :) !! 💖💖💖 It was inspired by the 4th book ;) 💖💖💖 Also sorry if updates are going to get slower cause I’m starting classes soon :’) 💖💖💖 Also sorry if this is shorter than usual :’) 💖💖💖 Hope everyone is having a good day :) 💖💖💖

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She woke with a start, the covers were strewn about haphazardly. Gasping, she gulped down air desperately. Eventually her heart slowed, and she rested her head back onto the pillow, letting herself sink into it. Swiping her palm against her forehead, she tried to shut her eyes, but couldn’t. She groaned turning over, her damp shirt sticking uncomfortably to her back. She dreaded nights like these, where there was a lack of cases and everyone else relished in the extra hours of sleep. It had been 3 months since she had seen the Other Side. An unfortunate and unintentional event that left her plagued with haunting images that danced in her mind through the night. Naively, she had thought they would lose their strength overtime, clearly she was proving to be wrong. She continued to lay in her bed, peering into the darkness plainly, until they began to form shapes. It was nothing psychically charged or related to a visitor, but it was enough to encourage her to drag herself away from her blankets.

Deciding that a cup of hot tea would be able to coax her back to sleep, she trudged down the stairs, careful to not make noise. Facing George when he had been disturbed in the night would be worse than taking down a cluster haunting alone. Still, she was surprised to see another face slipping out into the dimly lit hallway, so much so that she almost fell down the remaining stairs. Fortunately, she caught herself with a quiet yelp, quickly making her way to the figure before she had any chance to make a fool of herself. She blinked a few times, as his face came into view, but she didn’t need that to know who it was.

It had became a weekly habit now. They would both find themselves lurking out of their rooms in the dead of night. Often they didn’t say much, just shared a moment of understanding silence, and in its own way it was far more comforting than words. Sometimes she wondered if it was because there was no way to describe what they saw. The thought made her shudder and sent a feeling of nausea about her. When the others asked them about it, they were unable to say anything, only pass a grimace of disdain. Once again they were here, an endless cycle.

“Oh- Hey”, she gave him a smile. Now face to face with him, she found herself clutching her palms together. Just because it was routine didn't mean it was any less daunting. They had always been close but somehow the event had pulled them closer together, in a way that confused her.

His voice was still rough, “Hello”.

“Are you-”, it was a question that she well knew the answer to. It still didn't stop her from asking though.

“Nightmares”, he frowned. She felt a pang that bore a hole in her stomach, it was not easy to see him like this.

She sighed, “Me too”.

He paused for a moment, eyes glazed over like he was lost in another world, before coming back to meet hers, “Tea ?”.

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In the library the fire crackled softly, bathing them in a warm glow. She pressed her lips together as she watched him. His legs hung over the edge of the armchair, swinging back and forth, casting shadows that danced on the walls. She took a sip from her mug, watching him closely, the blank expression on his face was contrasting to his usual mega-watt smile. He looked more weary than normal, with circles under his eyes that were darker than usual, and there were lines of grey scattered through his hair, not that she looked any different.

She shifted in her seat, her gazing flitting from the mug in her hands to him, “Lockwood, do you think- ?”.

“I don’t know”, he seemed to be drifting in the steam from his mug. He blew over it, and it cast his face in a haze.

He frowned, running a hand through his hair, “Sorry, it’s hard to think about”.

Her eyes felt clouded with exhaustion, but still she resisted the pull that was tugging her eyelids down. She bit her lip, “Yes, It’s just that- I guess- Every time I close my eyes it’s all I see”.

“I know”, he nodded his head, eyes fixed on the ceiling.

It had been months and somehow she had barely made progress. The idea of it was hard to swallow. There were days when she wished that she didn't even go in, that she never crossed the barrier that separated their worlds, but the moment that he had started she followed. Though it could have been argued that she would have died during the case if she hadn't, she was well aware that buried in a deeper corner of her mind, she would follow him anywhere, and maybe one day it would be her downfall. It didn't matter to her though, it would be worth it like it always was, still that didn't stop the repercussions from taking its toll. She threw her head back, “I can’t sleep and it’s-”

He glanced over at her, “Cold, wasn’t it”.

Their gazes met, and for a second the chill was driven out, “Exactly”. She gave him a weak smile, which was returned. The expression quickly faded from both their faces, into a forlorn look. She wondered if he wished the same things as her, wrapping her arms tightly against herself as the frost returned, nipping at her skin.

A long pause held in the air, before he turned his head to her, moving to stand, holding a hand toward her, "Come on". She remained silent, only moving to slot her palm in his.

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His bed was large enough to accommodate them, but somehow they had ended up as close to each other as possible. They were pressed up against each other, limbs entangled in hopes of bringing themselves close to the other. His bare skin touched hers, it was suddenly much warmer. She breathed in and out, leaning further into his hold, the subtle scent of lavender flooded her senses. He laughed softly and looped his arms around her shoulders, threading his fingers through hers. She squeezed his palm. This was the better part of their routine, usually ending with one of them in the others room. The nightmares were somewhat less formidable when they were with each other, weakening it like silver to the ghosts that plagued their world. She twisted around in his arms coming to face him, very aware of how their face were separated by a few centimetres. His gaze would occasionally drop to her lips before meeting her eyes again. She frowned for a moment, growing impatient she connected their lips. Finally truly content as his moved against her without second thought. It was a little sloppy, the taste of their tea still lingered between them. Still she could feel the love that radiated and safety that he radiated, knowing he felt the same. She grinned as his hold on her waist tightened, letting her fingers run through his hair, always a little surprised at how soft and fluffy it was.

They pulled away, still watching each other carefully. She hoped he wouldn’t be able to see the heat that had risen to her face. “Well, if it’s any consolation, I’m glad it was with you”, he pulled the covers over them.

“Me too”, she smiled, tucking her face into the crook of his neck. So maybe these nights weren’t a complete lost cause for them. If anything they had each other.

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My Idiot

Anthony Lockwood x f!Reader

Warnings: This is just fluff and a little angst 💖💖💖 Also small mentions of bleeding and a stab wound 🥹💖

Summary: Y/N, a medical practitioner’s apprentice, meets Lockwood in an unlikely way. The two quickly become close, which isn’t a problem. The problem is the fact that he has no regard for his own safety and always runs to her for help.

A/N: I hope everyone likes this one :) 💖💖💖 I’ve been a little slow with updates recently :’) 💖💖💖 but I’m trying to be better :) 💖💖💖 Also I’m currently reading the Lockwood and Co so I have some new ideas that I’m thinking of :) 💖💖💖 but I am working through the requests too ;) 💖💖💖

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The door unlocked with a click and swung open. She sighed, gathering the black plastic bags in her arms, making her way outside. The street was dimly lit by a flickering lamp, which didn’t do much, considering that she could just barely make out the shapes of bins along the wall. She cursed to herself. This is what she got for taking late shifts. Wondering if she still had enough nerve to walk home, she tossed the bags into the bin. They crashed with a loud clang, startling a figure crouched next to it, hidden in the shadows. Her eyes went wide. This was it, this was how she’d die, ghost-touched at the back of a cheap clinic. It wasn’t as glamorous as she’d hoped for, but what more could be done. The shape rose, growing to be much taller than her. She raised a hand to cover her face, her eyes squeezed shut.

She waited for the immense pain and suffocation that had been described to her by others, but it never came, instead, hands gently pushed away her arms. She was no longer frightened, just confused. When she opened her eyes, they were met with dark ones. They belonged to a boy, who looked about her age. His face was smeared with dirt and covered with scrapes. His hair was ruffled and he looked a mess, but somehow he had an air of confidence about him. Not to mention he was very cute. She found a heat rushing to her face and quickly tore her eyes away.

Voices could be heard echoing through the darkness. They both glanced over and for a second fear flashed through his eyes, before he turned back to her, “Can I-“.

She was not stupid and put the facts together. “Yeah, get in, quick”, she shoved him in and drew the blinds hastily.

Only then was she aware of the situation she had put herself in. She was alone with a stranger, with no where to run.

“Thank you”, he gave her a smile. Her heart pounded harder against her chest, threatening to break out. So maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to be trapped in here with him.

She gave him a wary look, “I hope you’re not a serial killer or something”.

“Quite the opposite, I’m Anthony Lockwood”, he took a step toward her. A gleaming rapier glinted at his side. An agent, she was probably safer than she would be if she was alone.

She crossed her arms, raising a brow, “So tell me, why we’re you being chased?”.

“Would you believe me if I said it was a bad accent?”, he laughed. Wincing a little, he clutched at his stomach.

“Oh you’re hurt, let me take a look”, she pried his arms away.

He shook his head, “No, it’s fine”.

“Come on, this is a clinic”, she grinned, holding her hand out. She hoped he would take it. She hoped he would trust her.

His eyes fell to his feet, just for a moment, before coming back to match her grin. He put his hand in hers, “Alright”.

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She smiled as she thought about him. It had been about a year since they had met, and they had grown quite close. Mostly because he was unable to go one job without getting hurt. She wasn’t sure if it was his rash impulsiveness or that he enjoyed the pain. It’s not that she minded, always glad to see him. He made her laugh as she cleaned and wrapped his wounds, not to mention the coffee he would bring her every now and then from her favourite store. Still, the pang of worry that she got every time she saw him hurt was getting more difficult to ignore. She just hoped that he would learn his limit soon, he had became too vital a part in her life.

There was a raping on the backdoor. She got a fright, a bit of her tea spilling out of her mug. She frowned, making her way to the door, ready to give someone an earful for half scaring people to death. When she opened the door her expression softened, “Lockwood ?”.

He looked battered, sagging to one side, his floppy hair messy and blood stained. A bruise was beginning to bloom on his cheek, turning an angry blue-black. There was a sinking feeling in her stomach, “What’s wrong ? You were only just in three days ago”. She put his arm over her shoulder, helping him hobble into the examination room.

He squinted his eyes, an arm wrapped tightly around his waist, “I got into a fight”.

“Quick get on the table”, she hurried gathering equipment onto a tray. They clattered and clanged loudly.

She pulled back his coat, her eyes growing wide, ”Shit, this is a lot of blood”. His crisply pressed shirt was stained a deep crimson, which kept growing larger. Hastily she unbuttoned his shirt, pressing gauze against the opening. It quickly soaked through, giving her gloved hands the same colour. She gasped. This couldn’t be happening.

He coughed, “Yeah”. His voice sounded far-off and weak. This wasn’t the Lockwood she was used to. Even with a broken arm he was always grinning and full of laughter. Yes, there were bad days when it seemed like there was a cloud above his head, but this was different and unfamiliar. At anytime, of any feeling, he was always passionate and alive. Now he was just not present at all, it created a feeling of uncertainty in her.

Her mind raced, thinking of all the textbooks she’d read in her apprenticeship. Although she was still learning, she was an apt practitioner, so much so that her mentor let her run the clinic at night. Still, it was different when it was someone you knew, someone you cared about. It hurt more and the worry clouded her mind. She found doubt in herself, one that she’s never had. She had been nervous, a given with any patient, but this clouded her mind and she wondered if she would be enough for him, if he could be in more skilled hands. Still she shook her head, knowing him well, she was sure that he would be against any proper hospitals. She had never understood it, but if he had that much trust in her, she could have it in herself too. She glanced over at him, “I’ve got to stop the bleeding and-“.

He blinked at her, not really focused. It was like there was a haze between the two of them and she felt a panic overcome her. Still pressing a hand against his gash, she tapped on his face, “Lockwood, come on, stay awake, just a little longer”. She hoped he would jerk back into consciousness, but he remained still and silent.

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The sterile brightness of the lights blinded her as she frowned at his appearance, the only thing keeping her optimistic was the steady sound of his heart beat. A contrast to the stark silence of the room. She had cleaned him up as best as she could, though there were still some traces of matted blood on his scalp and the red lines of cuts along his face and neck. Then there was the angry gash on his stomach. It was neatly stitched and had stopped bleeding a while back, but she still had an inkling of fear. It was irrational, but she couldn’t help it.

His groaning filled the room, “Ow”.

“You’re awake”, she gasped, throwing herself into his arms. He was warm, real and most importantly, he was alive. She knew he would be sore, but even if he was, he said nothing, but enveloped her in his arms.

He pulled away a little, a hand on her cheek, “Hey, are you alright ?”.

She wanted to lean into his touch, but instead she pulled away, “No, of course not, you almost died”. Her brows were furrowed as she glared at him. How could he be fine ? Was the fact that he almost bled out not enough ?

“But you patched me up, like you always do”, he gave her a hesitant smile.

She ran her palms across her face, “It’s not enough, do you even know how risky this was ?”. Her eyes burned with tears threatening to fall, but she refused to let them fall. It wouldn’t help.

“I-“, he was unable to meet her gaze.

“Why do you do this to yourself ? Every week you show up here scrapes and bruises”, her eyes wandered over his skin, littered with scars.

She grimaced, “It- It’s almost like you enjoy being in pain”.

“I- I don’t”, he winced.

She collapsed into the chair, she had dragged up next to the table, “Then why ? I was terrified that you wouldn’t wake up”. She was exhausted, a combination of sleep deprivation and dealing with him.

They were both silent. Again the only sound that filled the room was the heart monitor beeping. “I- I’m sorry”, he reached out to take her hand. Despite her anger, she still intertwined her fingers with his. No matter how much he riled her up with his recklessness, she somehow always wanted to be close to him. It was contradictory to her mental health, but he was good for her in a lot of ways too. A carefree and outgoing to her rule-following introvert. They fit together perfectly and she hoped that he could see that as well.

His eyes were on the ceiling, while his thumb traced patterns on the back of her palm, “It’s just that- I- I needed a reason to come and see you”. What? How could he think that? Was he really that dense? He was quiet again, eyes occasionally flitting to her lips, and she decided she couldn’t take it anymore. She pressed her lips against his. He started slow, surprised, but quickly took the lead, wrapping a hand around her waist. His lips were soft and tasted of honey and bergamot. She could feel the roughness of his palms, as he tugged her closer to him, their chests pressed up against each other. It was full of concern and passion. She ran a hand through his hair, which only spurred him on. This was nothing like what she had expected, it was much better.

They pulled away, breathing heavily. She rolled her eyes, “You’re an idiot”.

“But now I’m you’re idiot”, he laughed, tucking a strand of her hair back.

She shook her head, grinning as she kissed his swollen cheek, “You’ve always been my idiot”.

She tucked her head into the crook of his neck, “Also, next time you come and see me, please let it be without a stab wound”,

“I- Alright”, his face went red.

They just stayed like that for sometime, content in each others company. They were always safe when they were together. It was the way things were.

He shifted about, and she caught him chancing a glimpse of the slash. “Amongst other things, what am I wearing?”, a brow was raised and he seemed perplexed.

“You’re shirt was bloody”, she shrugged her shoulders, trying to keep a nonchalant attitude.

He frowned, “Still did it have to be a unicorn and rainbow hospital shirt ?”. She tried not to laugh, pressing her lips together. Though he looked much more charming in his usual suit, she thought he was still quite cute despite his current ensemble.

“Did you have to go and get stabbed?”, she poked him accusatorially in the chest.

His expression went blank, before pursing his lips, “You win”. She just laughed.

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Don’t Tell

Anthony Lockwood x f!Reader

Warnings: None this is just fluff only ;) 💖💖💖

Summary: Y/N and Lockwood have been together for a while now, but they’d rather have the first few moments of their relationship to themselves. Still, that doesn’t stop them from having a few mishaps before they finally decide to let George and Lucy in on the secret.

A/N: I really really hope you guys like this one :) 💖💖💖 It took a while cause it is slightly longer :’) 💖💖💖 but I just wanna say I love the fake dating trope, I legit live for it :) 💖💖💖 and I hope you do too ;) 💖💖💖 Other than that I hope you have a great day :) 💖💖💖

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He pulled away, leaving her breathless. She laced her fingers through his hair, pulling herself to be closer to him. It looked desperate and it was desperate, she could admit that. It had been a long day. Somehow they had ended up entangled, on his bed, it was sinking in under the weight of them. He hovered over her, chewing his lip slightly, “So maybe we shouldn’t tell George and Lucy yet ?”.

“I- Why ?”, her forehead was crinkled. There didn’t seem to be any proper reason to withhold them from this fact.

He frowned, collapsing over her. She gasped, her lips parted in shock. He didn’t seem to notice, resting his head on her chest, “It’ll ruin the whole group dynamic”.

“Plus George is not the best with change”, his voice vibrated on her skin, sending chills down her spine.

She adjusted herself to face him, a brow raised, “That is true, but still are you sure it’s not cause you don’t want people to know we’re together ?”. It was teasing, but a small voice in the back of her head taunted her. What if he was embarrassed of her ? What if this was all for the sake of his reputation ? She hurriedly shook the thoughts from her mind. He would never do that to her.

“I am most definitely sure”, he leaned back, gaze fixed on hers. Her heart pounded in her chest. She turned away, feeling vulnerable.

He tilted her head back to his with a finger, “Why would anyone ever want to hide you ?”. His voice was quiet, like he was asking himself a question. His eyes flickered to her lips before coming back to meet hers.

She suddenly felt self conscious. Whining she covered her face with a hand, “Lockwood”.

“I’m being serious, I promise”, he laughed, pulling her arm away.

His palm remained on her cheek, gently running his thumb back and forth. She leaned into his touch. Gently he pressed his lips onto hers. His taste of bergamot and honey never got old. She smiled into the kiss. They parted for air and he gave her a lopsided grin, “Just for a few months, until we finish our current jobs and then we’ll tell them”.

“I promise”, he linked their pinkies, curling them together.

“Fine, but if anyone asks, this was your idea”, she rolled her eyes. Somehow, he could always convince her to do anything, and he was all to aware of that. He was lucky she loved him. Still, what was a few months right ? They could pull this off, they have done worse before.

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“Morning”, he whispered, tugging her closer to him.

She yawned, “Mmhm, good morning”. She pressed her lips against his cheek, before snuggling her face deeper into his neck.

“This is nice”, he smiled, running his fingers through her hair.

Her eyes fluttered shut and she pulled the covers up to her nose, “Yes it is, but now you have to get out”.

“What ? Why ?”, his eyes went wide.

She patted him on the chest, “You were the one who wanted to hide our relationship”. Was it a little mean ? Maybe, still it was his idea and so he had to suffer the consequences. Plus, she wasn’t going to be out of bed at 6 am if she didn’t have to. If she had to sacrifice his heat and comfort for that, so be it.

“No one’s awake right now”, he groaned into her hair.

She pressed her lips together, trying hard not to giggle, “George is an early riser”.

“Darling, don’t make me”, he was annoyed, but his legs were already hanging of the edge of the bed.

The springs of the mattress creaked at the loss of his weight. He was mumbling under his breath, but she just laughed, “Bye-bye”.

The door clicked open, and he padded out, but just as it was about to swing closed it just didn’t. She opened an eye at the offensive lack of noise. The room was dark except for a sliver of light shining through the hallway. She winced at the sudden bright light, hissing at the cold air as she got out of bed, but stopped when she heard another door.

A part of her longed to tuck herself back to sleep, but her other half won, as she peered out the crack in the door. His back was to her, hair still ruffled, “I- George”. She could only imagine the look on his face.

“Lockwood what are you doing awake at this time ?”, his brows were furrowed inquisitively.

“I- I uh- Actually I wanted to talk to you”, she wondered if George could hear the unsteadiness in his voice.

“About what ?”, he sounded even more confused.

She held her breath, silently reassuring herself that he would be able to think of a believable lie, though his track-record said otherwise. This was it, a whole 2 weeks in and they were about to be caught. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly, “About- You know I think we need to reevaluate the effectiveness our organisation system”.

“You really think so ?”, he grinned. What ? How had that worked ? She figured she should just be thankful that it did, and that he hadn’t gotten suspicious.

“Definitely”, he was nodding his head.

She watched as George’s shadow descended the stairs, “So was I, I had a few ideas that I wanted to run by you”.

She clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle her laughter, sneaking a glance at him as he threw his head back, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He caught her eye and glared, but again, this was his plan she thought. She could only give him a sympathetic smile and shrug her shoulders.

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“Has anyone seen the forms that we needed to send to DEPRAC”, his fingers ran through his hair. She chewed her bottom lip. He was worried, and she couldn’t blame him. As an agency they haven’t exactly had a great relationship with the government, which could be a problem at times. Let’s be honest, most of the time.

Lucy sat across from her, forehead creased, “No, can you remember where you last saw them ?”.

He frowned, “I-”.

She felt her chest tighten at his expression and thought hard. “You put them into that book, I can’t remember what it was called, but then you put it into the second drawer of your desk”, she snapped her fingers, putting her mug down.

He was beaming, “Right, thanks”. She grinned back. Sending her a wink, he bounded out of the room, presumably to fetch the papers. She looked away, her stomach doing a flip. How is it that this still happened, despite them being together for a month.

“Great memory ?”, Lucy took a sip from her cup, eyeing her suspiciously. The smile fell from her face, she blew over her cup, the steam flying up. She could think of a believable, convincing response.

She bit her lip, “I uh- Yeah”. Right, so maybe it wasn’t one of her best moments, but in her defence, it was hard to think of a good enough answer under Lucy’s piercing gaze. She was only glad he was not here to catch it, knowing she would never hear the end of it.

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“Is that- Is that a hickey ?”, her eyes went wide, a heat rising to her face. She hastily put away the groceries in their cupboards. Shit shit shit. Tilting her head to the left, she could see that his mouth was gaping just a little.

She spun around, with tight-lipped smile, “I- No, no of course not, I actually”. George and Lucy shared a glance, and she took the opportunity to send him a pointed look. She had specifically told him not to make it visible, but he was persistent and stubborn. It’s not like she wasn’t enjoying it in the moment, but now she was beginning to regret it. She cursed under her breath. Think of something, she mouthed at him.

He grinned, “She fell down yesterday”. He nodded at her. Another one of his brilliant ideas, she thought she could cry right there.

George raised a brow, “She fell down, on her neck ?”. He didn’t sound like he believed them. Hell, she didn’t even believe them. Still, he looked so confident, she wanted to laugh. Hopefully it would just blow over their heads.

“Yes, while we were doing the shopping, she just missed a step and there she was on the ground”, he gestured plaintively. Please give up she thought. Thankfully they shrugged their shoulders and continued their breakfast. She sighed, relieved that their interrogation was over, but she still punched his arm as she took a seat at the table.

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It had been 3 months of sneaking around and lying, of stolen kisses and secret dates. They never went a week without a single slip up or mistake, and despite it all they had somehow pulled it off, George and Lucy both did not have an inkling of an idea that they were in a relationship. Still, they had had enough of it. Everything was becoming a bit overwhelming and they would much rather let their friends in on the secret.

They stood on the stairs out of view, she on the step above him, making her slightly taller. He had his arms around her waist and hers were around his neck. She tilted her head to the side, watching him closely, “Are you sure ?”.

He only nodded his head, giving her a kiss on the forehead. This was hard for him, change, it had always been the four of them, friends. He was worried that this, them, would change all that, and a part of her worried that too, but the greater part of her was sure that their friends would be welcoming to the idea. She pressed her lips together to stop the wide grin from forming. Gently he entangled himself from her, except for their hands still interlocked, leading her to the living room.

The room was dimly lit, their heads immediately turned as they entered. Their gaze shifted down to their intertwined hands for a second before coming back to their faces. He squeezed her palm, “Right so, I um- We have something to tell you guys”.

“That you guys are dating ?”, George didn’t even look up from his book.

She was puzzled, pursing her lips, “I- How did you know ?”. They were so subtle, so discreet. Just a few minutes ago they were giving each other pats on the back for their acting abilities. Clearly it was starting to look like the exact opposite.

“We both knew for the longest time, it was quite obvious”, Lucy gave her an apologetic look.

“And you never said anything ?”, he ran a palm across his face. Well now she just felt embarrassed. They shared a sheepish smile.

She shrugged her shoulders, “I mean we just wanted to see how long you too would manage”.

She rolled her eyes plopping down onto the sofa. He was not far behind her, an arm was instinctively at her side, and she leaned into him. At least now they didn’t have to second guess every choice they made. George grinned, finally peeking up from behind the papers, “That and it was extremely entertaining, for us at least”. They both laughed. He groaned, chucking a cushion at their friend, which he easily dodged. She couldn’t help but laugh too as he buried his face in her hair.

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Always

Anthony Lockwood x f!Reader

Warnings: None, this is just fluff and only fluff 💖💖💖

Summary: Y/N overworks herself trying to solve a case and when Lockwood comes to get her to take a break, she looses consciousness.

A/N: Idk how to feel about this one but I really hope everyone likes it :) 💖💖💖 Also sorry that this fic is a little late :’) 💖💖💖 I’m trying to be faster now :’) 💖💖💖 Hope you guys have a great day :) 💖💖💖

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She blinked her eyes back warily, hearing the door open and close. Someone had come in, and by someone that meant Anthony Lockwood. She rolled her eyes, “I’m fine”. He had been pestering her over and over, but if she left now she’s loose all her progress. Alright, maybe not all, but she was superstitious that way. Work hard and don’t get distracted, the last parting words of her parents. She had been finding that second part harder to follow through as of late. It was hard when your boss, who’s also one of your closest friends, is unnaturally attractive. It was complicated. She actively tried to ignore those feelings, and unfortunately, she also actively failed. Still, it seemed her efforts were not a complete loss, seeing as no one else had noticed the change, so she celebrated her small victory. The group dynamic remained the same and she never had to experience the pain of rejection, comfortable.

“You don’t look fine, just come down and take a break”, she could see him standing behind her chair. He was so near she could hear his soft breathing. In and out.

She rubbed at her eyes. They burned but she turned her face back to the papers sprawled across her desk. She squinted at the tiny letters, “But I’m so close”.

“Just give me 5 more minutes”, she waved a hand, scribbling down something on a loose sheet of paper on her right.

He groaned, “That’s what you said an hour ago”.

She faced him standing from her chair, “Then give me an hour”. He winced at her. Maybe snapping at him was uncalled for, but she ignored the sinking regret that was growing in the pit of her stomach.

“Come on”, he gave her a weak smile, reaching a hand out towards her.

She wanted to take it, still she frowned holding her ground, “No, I think I know-”. She brought a hand to her forehead, forgetting what she was going to say. A pang of lightheadedness washed over her and she could see spots in her vision.

She wasn’t sure what to do. Was this what dying felt like ? She probably wasn’t dying, but how could she have know for sure. She felt frightened “Lockwood, I- I feel dizzy, I-”.

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“I feel like shit”, she grimaced, rubbing the back of her head. It pounded steadily against her skin, she pressed her lips together tightly. It did nothing. She sighed, pulling the covers up to her neck. If anything at least she was warm. Wait, she was just at her desk, when did she go to sleep ? Why would she go to sleep ?

He smiled softly, “Hey”. Only then did she notice him in the room. He looked tired, more than usual, the bags under his eyes had grown darker and his hair was ruffled. He held a glass of water and a pill in his palms, sitting on the edge of the bed to pass them to her. She accepted them gratefully.

She placed the empty glass on her bedside table, “What happened ?”.

“You fainted, for almost a day”, he took her hand in his, gently rubbing his thumb over the back of her palm.

She was shocked, “I- What ?”. It was never meant to be this bad. She had thought it wouldn’t matter, it was just a meal or two and what was a few nights without sleep ? They had been stressed about this case for far too long. It had made a hole in everyone’s morale, especially his. She wasn’t used to a Lockwood without stupid ideas, and now she could say she didn’t like it. The thought was naive but still, the problem lay with the case, if she could just solve it, things would get back to normal, he would be able to relax again. Somehow she had gone and messed it up again.

She leaned back against the pillows, wishing that she could disappear into them. He turned to look at her, she fixed her eyes on the ceiling, “You overworked yourself too far”.

“You gave us- Gave me quite a scare”, he looked pained. She bit her lip, he seemed worse than he was before. How could she fix this ?

She ran her palms across her face, “I- I’m sorry, it’s just-”.

“I know you almost cracked the case”, he smoothed down her hair that was sticking up. She leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering shut for just a second.

She felt sorry for causing unnecessary trouble, but her chest tightened, “Yes but it’s just that we really needed this”.

“I just thought if I could just get this right then we’d all be alright”, and she really believed it. In fact she still believed it. She just wanted them to be comfortable and happy. A simple goal but it was panning out to be easier said than done.

“Yes but I care more that you’re alive”, he shifted closer to her. She felt her heart speed up. Finding it difficult to meet his eyes, her eyes traced the walls of her room. He seemed unsatisfied with this, using his hand to guide her face back to his. His brows were furrowed with concern for just a moment, before relaxing.

She was unsure how to respond, “I-”

He gave her a lopsided grin, “And it’s supposed to be me almost dying, not the other way round, so let keep it that way shall we ?”.

She couldn’t help but return his expression , nodding her head, “Yeah”.

They were still for a few minutes. He cleared his throat, like he was suddenly aware of how near they were to each other, moving to slide of the bed. He ran a hand through his hair, “I’ll just leave you to get some rest now”.

She held a hand out, alarmed at the thought of her being alone, of him leaving her, “Wait- Can- Can you stay with me, please ?”. A heat rushed to her face, she knew what this looked like, and it was exactly that. She just hoped that he felt the same as her.

“I- Of course”, his feet had barely touched the ground. He brought himself next to her again, a little stiff but their shoulders were touching. It sent a shot a calming warmth through her, and she let her body relax into his side. She felt herself smile as he readjusted his arm around her shoulder, leaning against her a little too. Glancing over at him, she tried not to move her head too much that he would notice, wondering what he was thinking. If he was thinking the same things as her ? How safe it felt under the covers together ? How they’re legs were entangled with each others in a way that was comforting ? How he was holding her tighter than people who were just friends would ? It made her self-conscious, to some extent, yet she couldn’t wrench herself away, even if she wanted to.

She felt a strange sense of bravery surging through her. She tilted her head towards him, a hand resting on his chest. He twisted himself to her, a brow raised. She held her breath for a moment. “Hey Lockwood, thank you”, lightly pressing her lips against his cheek, before quickly pulling away. Her eyes wide, watching him closely.

He was motionless for a few seconds. She frowned and cursed herself for jumping to conclusions. She thought she had ruined everything. Then he grinned, though his face went red, squeezing her closer to himself, “Always”. She looked away, smiling. If anything, even though she wasn’t able to solve the case, at least she had this, at least she had him.

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You Were Jealous

Anthony Lockwood x f!Reader

Warnings: None I think this is pretty much fluff with a little bit of angst like the smallest amount 💖💖💖

Request: The reader has to go undercover for a mission and flirt w somebody cause she’s pretty and a better liar than Lucy. they all watch her doing that and Lockwood realises he’s in love with her and gets jealous or something !!

Summary: Y/N has to flirt with a target for information, but Lockwood drags her out at the last moment with zero explanation

A/N: I really hope you guys like this one :) 💖💖💖 I really loved writing this request and thanks so much for it :) 💖💖💖 Also sorry if my updates are slow :’) 💖💖💖 Hope you guys have a great day :) 💖💖💖

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“Lucy you can do this”, he was being extra insistent today.

She groaned, “No I can’t, ask George and Y/N”.

“Well it’s true, Lucy can’t lie to save her life”, George didn’t even look up from his papers. She chewed the inside of her cheek. It was true, but that meant she would have to take her place. It wasn’t the most ideal situation, but she’d just have to suck it up, and hopefully the mission would be a success.

“Look, I’ll do it, all we need is a girl, right ?”, she gave Lucy a weak smile.

He seemed taken aback, “Well, I-“.

She wondered if he doubted her, which she’d like to think would be unlikely, he’d placed his life in her hands too many times. Still it was odd, but she chose to ignore it. “Trust me, I can do this”, she placed a hand on his shoulder nodding.

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“Hey, what was that ?”, she frowned, crossing her arms. She was so close to getting the information they needed, and right at the last second he dragged her away, without explanation. Now it was far past curfew and they were both in the streets, exposed, with nothing to show for their evening. It was ridiculous. What could be so important ?

“I didn’t like the way he was looking at you”, his eyes were fixed on hers.

She pinched the bridge of her nose, “You’ve ruined the whole mission”.

He continued walking, jaw tense, “I’ll handle it”.

“I was handling it and I was fine”, she groaned, running after him. She tugged down the skirt of her dress with a huff. Maybe a short skirt was not the most comfortable pick but she had thought it would have made the target more agreeable with her. Apparently that was all pointless now.

Stopping he turned towards her, “No you could’ve gotten hurt”.

“What just cause his hand was on my ass, I’ve handled worse and you know it”, she glared at him. Yes it was creepy. You’d think this would be the least of her worries, seeing as she contains ghosts for a living, but still, she had agreed to it. She knew the risks and she decided it was worth it. He had no right to tell her what to do. Yet, she would be lying if she said her heart didn’t pound faster at his reaction.

She sighed, taking his hand in hers, “What is this really about ?”.

“I- I just didn’t like seeing you with him”, he sounded hesitant, but squeezed her palm softly.

“It’s not like it was real”, her expression softened.

He fixed his eyes to the ground, “I know that, but it- You we’re laughing and doing that thing with your hair”

“You really were paying attention weren’t you”, she raised a brow. She knew he was there in case something went wrong, he always had her back, but this was more than what she had expected.

She shook her head, confused, “I- I’m sorry, it’s just that it was all an act, you know that”. In fact he was the one who suggested it, not suggested, persisted. Now he was against the idea. It didn’t really add up.

“I just- I was worried”, he wasn’t exactly lying, but he wasn’t really telling the truth either. She just wished he would tell her already. They never kept secrets. That was not exactly true all the time, there was one secret, but she was still waiting for the right time to tell him.

“About what ?”, she pressed her lips together.

“That you’d- It’s stupid”, he ran a hand through his hair.

“No it’s not, I want to know”, she meant it. Whatever this was it was genuinely bothering him and she wanted to help fix it. He may have just done something stupid and unnecessary but still he didn’t deserve to feel the way he was feeling now.

“I think that I really like you and when he-“

“You were jealous ?”, she wanted to laugh but bit her lip. Well, at least now she could be sure he liked her too. The thought alone made her smile.

His face went red, “I- No”

“Just so you know, I really like you too”, she grinned, placing a hand on his face. He leaned into her touch, his gaze falling to her lips for a second, before quickly coming back to her eyes. Her breath caught in her throat and she parted her lips. When he pulled her in, almost immediately her hands looped around his neck, closing any space between them. He was warm and she enjoyed how it spread to her. The kiss started out gentle, hesitant, but quickly escalated into something more desperate. He grabbed her waist tighter, her skirt rode up again, but she didn’t care. She felt like she was running out of air, but she couldn’t tear herself away.

He pulled away, smirking, “You’re blushing”.

Breathless, she tried to smooth down her hair, “I- I know”. She had finally thought she had the upper hand, but once again he had her twisted around his finger. Yet, as he smiled down at her, with his skin flushed and shirt crumpled, she was starting to think that maybe he felt the same about her.

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~ Welcome Note ~

Hey :) First of all thanks for visiting my page and I hope you enjoy what you read :) 💖💖💖 My name is Violet and I'm 18+ but I don't write smut (cause it's always really bad) 💖💖💖 Other than that I'm in university right now, which means my updates are sometimes really slow (and sometimes I stop writing for a while to study for finals) 💖💖💖 Idk what else you'd want to know but you can DM if you have any other questions or just to say hi :) 💖💖💖

Also my requests are always open but just know I take a really long time to reply cause I’m just slow like that :’) 💖💖💖

Anyways .... my masterlists are linked below :) - Hope you enjoy :) 💖💖💖

Marvel

Lockwood and Co

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Lockwood & Co Masterlist

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Anthony Lockwood

Couldn’t Sleep

Safe

A Do-Over

Public Displays

We Can Share

No One Else (P2 to Couldn’t Sleep)

I Care About You

You Were Jealous

Always

Don’t Tell

My Idiot

With You

Anyone But You

Undoubtedly

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George Karim

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Hey, idk of you are going requests but if you are can I request an Anthony Lockwood x fem caryle reader where she is Lucy's older sister who doesnt have any talents and she is very over protective off Lucy so when they come to London, she takes an immediate dislike to Anthony and George but she still tolerates them becuase Lucy wants to work for the agency. She has her own flat and she is studying to become a surgeon.

One day she gets a call from Lucy that lockwood is really hurt and he needs medical attention but he doesn't want to go to the hospital so she sucks it up and goes to help him.

I Care About You

Anthony Lockwood x f!Carlyle!Reader

Warnings: None, this is just fluff :) 💖💖💖

Summary: Y/N has to patch Lockwood up yet again, because for some reason her hates hospitals. Who is she to say no ?

A/N: I hope you guys like this one :) 💖💖💖 I love this request so much! I thought it was so cute and I relate so much cause I'm getting a degree in medicine too :') 💖💖💖 All just to answer the question I do take requests, but I'm super slow :') 💖💖💖 Have a good day :) 💖💖💖

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"Lucy you can't keep calling me to patch your friends up, I do have a life", she frowned. The phone was balanced between her ear and shoulder. As someone who didn't have a talent, she seemed to get involved with agents a little too much. When she had heard that Lucy had left for London, she was excited. It had never occurred to her that she would be accompanied by two boys. George was quiet and a little odd at times, but he meant well. They got along relatively well. He had a lot of questions about human anatomy, but she appreciated that he looked out for her sister. Then there was Lockwood. It wasn't to say that she didn't like him. He was rash and careless, and that attitude was what got Lucy into trouble. She was worried. People who didn't know better would say that she should just avoid him. That was easier said than done, especially when he had an animosity to hospitals, which left her with the job of fixing him whenever he got hurt.

She groaned, "I know, I know, but he always insists on you and not the hospital". Her voice with laced with concern. She ran a hand through her hair.

"Well I hope he knows that I'm much less proficient in comparison to a licensed doctor", she sighed. Hastily she shoved her equipment into a rucksack, slinging it over her shoulder. He was too well aware that despite her thoughts of him and his behaviour, she would never be able to say no. She just didn't have it in her. Sometimes she wondered if he just liked having her around, but no one would put themselves through the kind of self-torture that he did just to have someone over. It seemed crazy.

"So you'll do it ?", she sounded hopeful. At least if anything, she would win her sisters favour.

She shook her head, "Fortunately for Lockwood, my moral code compels me".

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She had her gloves on, gently prodding at the blue-black patches across his face and chest. They were both silent, which was unusual for him. She chewed her bottom lip, concentrating on the gash that was on his cheek, "So, are you going to tell me how you got these ones ?".

"I don't think you want to know", he sighed. His eyes were fixed to the ground, avoiding hers. This was different. She usually couldn't get him to sit still. Her heart pounded faster. She had once wished that he would just keep quiet, now all she wanted was for him to go back to normal.

Still his lack of confidence in her made her scowl, "I see open surgery twice a week, I think I can handle it ?". His shoulder seemed to be out-of-place. She tried to move it. He looked pained, but said nothing.

"I- Alright, we were-", he turned towards her, wincing. She decided his shoulder was dislocated, but throwing yourself from a first-storey of a house could do that to someone. In fact, she was quite aware of what had happened, having received a rather detailed retelling from George and Lucy before she went to see him. She had only asked with the hope that he would snap out of whatever trance he was in, but she was clearly wrong. At least re-positioning his shoulder would.

It snapped back into place with a loud crack. "What was that for ?", his eyes were wide and he appeared distressed. She had considered giving him a warning, but decided against it in the last minute. Maybe she should have put more thought into the decision, but this was a slight improvement compared to the silence.

She tested the joint, moving his arm back and forth slightly, "Your shoulder was dislocated, I had to push it back in place". He wouldn't stop staring at her now. She looked away, cursing when her breath caught in her throat.

"You could have given me some warning", he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Experts say anticipation makes the act more painful", she dug around her bag for a roll of cotton, her back turned to him.

"Why do you hate me ?", his voice was hesitant.

This is not what she expected. She felt a burning regret in the pit of her stomach. She had always tried to keep him at arms length, not because she didn't like him, but because she liked him a little too much. She had always been alone. Not having a talent, meant not joining an agency, which meant she couldn't make money. That made her a liability and a burden to her mother, and it only got worse when Lucy left. Who could blame her when she took the first chance she could to get out. She was comfortable being alone, but of course Lockwood had something to say about that.

Gingerly she sat next to him at the edge of the bed, "I- I don't hate you, just- I'm just worried". She chanced a glimpse at him. He looked surprised. Was it that shocking ? How could she not worry ? Yes, he pestered her all the time, was conceited and rash, but he also knew all her favourite books and always had a cup of tea for her, made just the way she liked it. She wondered why he made such an effort with her, she was difficult, usually chalking it up to her being Lucy's older sister and wanting to make a good impression. She now found herself hoping there was something else behind it too.

This was starting to be more difficult than she thought it was going to be. She took a breath in, "Look, when I found Lucy again, it wasn't just her who entered my life, it was George and you too, and as much as I hate admitting this I- You keep Lucy safe and you have a big heart, which makes it hard for me to not like you". She felt stupid and vulnerable.

Spotting his grin out of the corner of her eye, she groaned, "Stop making that face".

"I didn't do anything", he protested. The look on his face said otherwise.

She had been on her own for so long. Too many people had left her, and it hurt. She had thought she would be better off without others. If she didn't take chances, she knew she'd always be safe. Now she wasn't so sure what she wanted. Maybe she had given herself enough time ? Maybe it was time for her to let someone else in ? She ran a hand across her face, "Just, let me finish- I- I care about you, so I-".

The smile fell from his face, "I- I'm sorry". He had a hand on her knee, and he sounded genuine.

A warmth spread through her, she laughed, "Just, try a little harder at not dying, alright ?".

"Alright", he scratched the back of his head. She shook her head, turning her attention back to the wound along his face, dabbing gently the cuts across his face. Perhaps she should have gone a little easier on him.

She felt his stare on her. He was smirking, "So ? You care about me ?". What had she gotten herself into ?

A heat rushed to her face, she turned away, "Shut up". He seemed to have recovered quickly enough. Once again his ego was through the roof, it didn't help that he looked terribly cute, but he didn't need to know that. Well this is what she wanted, he was acting like himself again, but now she was having second thoughts.

With his finger, he tilted her face towards his, "No, no, don't be embarrassed I care about you too, Ow-". She pressed the alcohol swab deeper into the inflamed cut. It would have hurt less than what he was making it out to be, always the dramatic one. She felt a little bad, but not so much that she was going to apologise.

His mouth was agape with his brows furrowed, "Was that really necessary?".

Probably not, but someone had to keep him in check. She grinned, "Highly".

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No One Else

Anthony Lockwood x f!Reader

Warnings: None, this is fluff and only fluff :) 💖💖💖

Summary: Lockwood asked Y/N to stay with him for the night, which is not new, but she's tired of always running after him

A/N: This is basically a P2 to Couldn't Sleep 💖💖💖 It's a little short and I'm not entirely sure how I feel about it but I hope you guys like it :) 💖💖💖 Also sorry if updates are slow :') 💖💖💖 I hope you guys have a good day :) 💖💖💖

Also if you want to read it: Couldn't Sleep 💖💖💖

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She yawned and pulled the covers further up, covering her face. She pressed her face further into her pillow. The warmth was pulling her back to sleep. Wait, why was her pillow warm ? She blinked a few times, leaning up on her elbows. She grabbed aimlessly at the nightstand. Where was her hair-tie ? She turned to look around, the room was finally coming into focus. This wasn’t her room. She knew who's room this was. It happened again. She cursed under her breath, pressing the heel of her palm into her eyes.

Feeling something wrap around her waist, she turned to the left. Well at least one of the two of them was still having a good time. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy this, she did, but it hurt when they walked out and things went back to normal. She had told herself to break the pattern, more than once already, clearly this was turning out to be easier said than done. How was she expected to get over him when he always tugs her closer during a dangerous case and cuts the crust of her toast cause she doesn't like it. He really did look the most at peace when he was asleep. She sighed, pushing back the hair that had fallen over his forehead. How many more times would she find herself in this position before she finally learnt ? He begun to stir, she held her breath.

"Morning", he rubbed at his eyes.

She bit her lip, "Good morning".

He laughed, voice still gravelly in the morning, "Do you always stare at people in the morning ?". It seemed she had been caught. A heat rose to her face, she looked away.

She should say something witty she thought. "I um- I-", she frowned. Right, so this was not one of her best moments. Though she usually worked well under pressure, considering that her job involved getting rid of ghosts and avoiding death in general, this was one of those times where she did not.

"It's ok, it's sweet actually", he tilted her head back to his with a finger.

"Oh I-", she was suddenly aware of how close they were. An arm of his was still loosely circling her waist, their legs twisted together. Her heart was pounding and she was careful not to breath too loud. She wondered how insane she must look, her hair unbrushed and lines from sleep running across her face. Her racing mind was making this more and more mortifying. It would be best if she could suffocate herself right now.

"So, maybe we should talk about last night", he scratched the back of his head.

"Yeah, I- I understand-", she untangled herself from him. The ache in her chest began to grow stronger, but she fought to ignore it. She sat up at the edge of the bed, making a terrible attempt to pat down her hair.

"Wait, where are you going ?", rising up quickly, he left the covers strewn by his feet. His eyes were wide with hurt and distress.

She found it hard to meet his eyes, "I- Lockwood please- Don't make me say it out loud".

"Say what ?", he was confused.

"Pretend that last night didn't happen", she sighed. How he always managed to put her in such a vulnerable state, was beyond her.

"I- I don't understand, why would I want that ?", he ran a hand through his hair, wincing.

She threw her head into her hands, "We always do this". She felt her eyes burn, but forced herself to not cry. This game that they played was getting harder and harder to go along with each time they did it. She didn't want to be trapped in this cycle if it always ended with her wounded and chasing after him like a lost puppy. It was becoming humiliating and she couldn't bear it any longer.

She groaned, "You always say we're just friends but every time I come running after you we act like more, I can't do that anymore"

"I- I know, and I'm sorry", for once he was turning away from her. She chewed at her fingernail. This was somewhat out-of-character, but she was not against it. She kept silent. Maybe for once he would give her the truth, instead of beating around the bush with flourishes and distractions.

He pressed his lips together, "It's just that I thought you could do better- Better than me".

Her stomach did a flip. Well this was unexpected, to say the least. How could he even think that ? For the longest time she had only been able to think of him. He was rash and careless, but she was able to look past that, and she liked what she saw. She could only wonder why that was difficult for him to comprehend. She shook her head grinning, "Why is it so hard to get through your thick skull, I don't want anyone else. I want you". She shifted close to him and ran her thumb across his cheek, he leaned into her touch.

"I- I want you too, if you can get past how big of an idiot I can be", he smiled.

"I think that can be arranged", she laughed. Clutching the collar of his shirt, she tugged him down to her, connecting their lips. He was soft and gentle, reacting quickly enough to thread his fingers through her hair, pushing her nearer to him. He smelt faintly of lavender and worn books. She felt breathless, but couldn't wrench herself from him, wishing that they could be closer.

He pulled away, "We should have done that much earlier". She giggled. Dragging her back onto the mattress, he wrapped them tightly in the blankets, so that they were face to face with their hands intertwined. He seemed content and so was she.

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We Can Share

Anthony Lockwood x f!Reader

Warnings: None this pretty much fluff only :) 💖💖💖

Summary: Lockwood and Y/N have to stay overnight in a hotel for a case, which is not the biggest problem until the room only has one bed

A/N: I hope you guys like it :) 💖💖💖 I wasn't sure how to feel about it and it is a little cliche but I couldn't get it out of my mind also :') 💖💖💖 Also sorry if updates are slow :') 💖💖💖 Hope you have a great day :) 💖💖💖

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"So you're telling me they didn't have a cheaper room", she frowned, chasing after him.

He didn't look back, crumpling the receipt into his pocket, "Yes".

The straps of her bag weighed down on her shoulders, pulling her down close to the ground, as they walked up yet another flight of stairs. Her feet ached. If this hotel was so brilliant why were all the elevators broken ? It was probably because the location of their next job was far out of London, next to the middle of nowhere. She probably should have seen it coming when the train station was just a misshapen shack that was barely standing. George and Lucy had rather conveniently decided to sit this one out, something about providing assistance remotely. She rolled her eyes.

"Remind me again why we took this case", she groaned, finally catching up to him.

He chuckled, shaking his head, "They are paying us highly for our services".

"Mmhm", she closed her eyes, leaning against the wall. Money. It was the denominator of every fraction in their lives. She longed for a time when they wouldn’t be so dependent on it, to the point where they put their lives on the line just for it. It was a harsh reality, one they were used to, but if anything she could at least thank it for the people that had come into her life, for him.

"Oh come on it's not that bad", he grinned widely, readjusting the bag on his shoulder before handing her a dull looking iron key.

She gave him a pointed look, “That's what you always say"

"But is it ever a lie", he raised a brow. She couldn’t help but smile. It was never awful, not even subpar, not if she was with him. He just knew all the right buttons to press with her, granted he also knew the wrong ones but it didn’t happen often enough to be a concern. He was reckless and overconfident, but he was also sweet and funny. It was hard for her to not have a good time when they were together.

"No, but I am allowed to miss the comfort of home", she grinned. She twisted the key through the lock, swinging the door open.

"Well, you'll be there soon enough", he laughed.

"Oh", her smile faltered. The room itself was relatively normal, no expensive sheets or fantastic views. It was clean and tidy, the covers folded in neatly under the mattress. The only problem was that there was only one bed. She thought this only happened in books, but the universe decided to prove her wrong this one time and of course it had to be with him. She chewed her thumbnail. It was already too late for them to request another room. She wondered what to say. Who would even know what to say ? No one, because no one ever ends up in these kinds of situations, except her apparently.

"Right, this is fine, you take the bed, I'll take the floor", he dumped the bags haphazardly at the foot of the bed. He was already gathering some pillows off the bed.

She felt a twinge of sympathy and maybe something more. Call it a careless decision. In the moment she felt brave, or maybe she was just desperate, she wasn’t sure. Yet she was aware of the consequences, even as the words spilled out, “Don't be ridiculous, we can share".

"I- Only if you're alright with it", he was surprised. She couldn’t tell if it was a good or bad one. If she was being honest she was surprised too. It would have been easier to let him stay on the floor, kept a solid barrier between them. What had she gotten herself into ?

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It was dark when all the lights were turned out. Fortunately, she was quite accustomed to the dark. It didn't scare her. What scared her was the fact that she was lying in a bed with a boy next to her, a boy that she hasn't been able to stop thinking about for the past 6 months. It was not the most ideal situation, but she figured they'd been stuck in more compromising positions. Yet, her heart was still pounding like she'd run a marathon and she was working a little too hard to keep her breathing quiet. They had always been close, even from when she had first joined the agency. She had always summed it up to them being a good team. That was until it developed into something more elaborate. When had things changed ? When had they become complicated ?

"Are you comfortable ?", he turned towards her, whispering.

"Very", she hoped she sounded confident. Her hands were clasped together tightly over her chest as she stared at the ceiling. She refused to look at him. She just might explode from anticipation alone.

"You're practically falling off the mattress", he scoffed. So maybe she had forced herself to be at as close to the edge as she could without falling off. It was only to put a respectable amount of distance between them, so she could manage the night with some semblance of relaxation. She had been hoping that he would be ignorant enough for her plan to work, but he seemed to be the exact opposite. She sighed. This was going to be one of those long nights.

He wrapped an arm around her waist, "Come on".

"No I-", she pressed her lips together. Her body went rigid as he tugged her closer to the middle of the bed, closer to him. She felt overtly self-conscious, choosing to concentrate on breathing in and out, instead of the fact that her back was pressed tightly against his chest. It was a more difficult task than what she had anticipated, especially when the warmth from his body spread to her. Her confidence faltered, and she felt herself relax into him, “This is nice, actually".

"Surprising isn't it ?", his tone was sarcastic, but his hand still rested comfortably over hers.

She was confused to say the least. They were always close, but sharing near-death experiences could do that to a person. Still, the last few months had been different. His touch would linger a little longer before he pulled away hurriedly. She would feel his stare in a crowded room, but he never met her eyes. Maybe it would have been simpler if she had been more forward with him, but she hadn't, and it put her in a vulnerable position. She could have gone to sleep, but she didn't, "Lockwood ?".

"Yes ?", his hot breath left the hairs on the back her neck standing.

She pushed herself to sit up, "I can't keep doing this".

"Doing what ?", he mimicked her position. His brows were furrowed and he sounded unconvinced.

"This", she groaned, throwing her head onto her knees. Why was this so hard for him to understand ? Why was it so hard for her to tell him ? Why wouldn't her heart stop pounding ?

She took a breath in, "We always act like a couple but somehow we're just friends, I just- I need- I-". He watched her closely, eyes dropping to her lips, before pressing his against them. He tasted faintly of honey and tea. She was quick to respond, grabbing a fistful of his shirt and tugging him closer to her. Her racing heart finally seemed to slow. She felt relieved and desperate all at once. She hoped he felt the same too, and to some extent he must be, seeing as he was kissing her like she might disappear if he didn't.

"Was that a good enough answer for you ?", he chuckled, pulling away.

She was breathless, but stood by a nonchalant facade, "Well you didn't really say anything".

"What? I was trying to make a romantic gesture?", he pressed his lips together, falling back onto the bed. The springs creaked under the sudden weight.

She giggled, smoothing his hair and patting down the stray strands that were sticking out, “Just kidding".

She lay down on the bed, settling into his side. She wondered if this was just a dream, and that she would eventually wake to a version of him that was unaware. The thought alone made her eyes grow wide. Well, it wouldn't hurt to check she thought. She poked him harshly in the side, "Just so you know, I really like you".

He only grinned, "Thanks, I really like me too".

She hit him across the chest, "I hate you". Only Anthony Lockwood could be that big-headed. At least she could be sure that this was reality. Where he had gotten his ego, she would never know, but at least she could go to sleep in peace.

"Don't worry I really like you too", he laughed, softly pressing a kiss against her temple. Though, she thought, when he wanted to, he could also be sweet.

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Public Displays

Anthony Lockwood x f!Reader

Warnings: None, this is pretty much fluff and only fluff :) 💖💖💖

Summary: Lockwood and Y/N have to pretend to be a couple for a case, which is hard for her, but things are more complicated than they seem, as usual 💖💖💖

A/N: I hope you guys like this one :) 💖💖💖 It's a little longer, but also I love the fake dating trope a little too much :') 💖💖💖 Also so sorry if updates are unpredictable and slow :’) 💖💖💖 Hope you have a great day 💖💖💖

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"Lockwood are you really sure this is necessary ?", she frowned, sinking deeper into her seat.

Why did they need to pretend to be couple for this ? He was known to love elaborate plans, but this seemed a little much and slightly unnecessary. Alright, maybe the problem was partly because she really liked him, but how could she not. He always had her tea ready, just the way she liked it. He made her laugh, not cute little giggles, the ugly one that had her in tears on the ground, snorting. He cared about everyone in the team, more than he cared about himself sometimes, and definitely more than he let on. So, it was hard to not like him. She did hide it though, buried so deep, as to be sure that no one would ever know. Someone smarter and braver than her would have told her to just tell him how she felt, but it was easier this way, the pain of rejection would be agonising. Not just because she'd lose him, it may as well be like losing Lucy and George as well. She would rather live in denial all her life, than give up her only actual family. What could she say, she was a pessimist.

"I'm positive", he grinned.

George put down his book, nodding his head, "Public displays of affection do make people uncomfortable"

"Not helping", she groaned, letting her head drop into her hands.

"What ?! I'm just stating the obvious", he frowned, looking around the room for an air of support. The room was silent except for Lucy, giggling in her seat. Clearly this was amusing to her. She shot her a wary look, a silent plea for help. She only shrugged her shoulder, popping another biscuit into her mouth. She cursed under her breath.

He took a seat next to her, a hand on her shoulder, "Don't you trust me Y/N". She did trust him, that wasn't the problem. She didn't trust herself.

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"Lockwood, slow down", she gasped, unable to keep up with him. He was practically dragging her behind him. Their hands were interlocked, and she was only too aware of how her hand slotted into his, like pieces of a jigsaw. She was terrified. Her palms were sweaty. What if he could notice how sweaty her palms were. She muttered an apology as she bumped into another passerby, looking down on the ground.

He didn't slow down, only shook his head with a smile, "Sorry sweetheart, you are just going to have to walk faster".

She was taken aback, but kept walking. "I- Don't call me that", she sighed.

He squeezed her hand little, "What? It's part of the act, we are playing a couple".

"You are so annoying", she rolled her eyes. She hoped that he wouldn't look back and see the blush that coloured her face.

"But you love it sweetheart", he laughed and she couldn't help but laugh too.

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"You know we need this to be believable right ?", he sent her a pointed look.

"This is completely believable", she raised a brow, gesturing to the couch that they were both seated on. She was playing dumb, well aware of the distance between them. It was supposed to be a reality check of sorts, that she was hoping he wouldn't notice, but he was being sharper about this than she thought.

He chuckled, bringing a hand to her waist, pulling her towards him, "You could come a little closer ?". She pressed her lips together, as her contingency plan fell to pieces. Well shit. "You're so stiff", he repositioned her arms around him, allowing her head to rest on his shoulder, before replacing his arm around her.

"There this isn't so bad is it", he sighed, sounding a little too pleased with himself. He was warm and comfortable, with the faintest scent of lavender and bergamot. She let herself relax, as much as she could at least, settling in next to him. He was all to aware, a smug smirk plastered on his face. This was bad.

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She found herself in a predicament. She had to create a distraction. The best way would be to act like a couple, but that would only make it worse for her at the end of the night. Chancing a glimpse at the shadowy figure in the corner of her eye, she groaned internally. She knew what she had to do.

"Hey", she turned towards him,

His eyes met hers, "Yes ?'.

"How is that you always manage to look so good ?", she giggled, pulling him closer by his tie. She brought her palm to his cheek, he leaned into her touch. That was weird, but she kept going. She wasn't risking her sanity the whole day just for the case to end up in failure. She moved in closer, their lips only meeting, separated by a few millimetres. She could feel his hot breath on hers. Her heart pounded faster. How had this become a part of her job ?

His face turned red, "I um- I-".

The figure moved past them, and she thanked every higher power in existence. She pushed away from him, taking a step back. His tie dropped from her hold, "Okay they're gone".

Only then could she truly appreciate how flustered he had actually gotten. He looked like he had run a kilometre. She laughed, "Are you blushing ?". It was rare, which is why it was such a treat. At least if anything, at the end of this day she could say that she made the Anthony Lockwood speechless.

He fixed his gaze on the ground, running a hand through his hair, "I- I um- No".

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"They're coming out, we gotta go", she hissed, tugging at his arm. How had she not come to the realisation that this would end up with them in a sketchy alley, that was lit up by a sinister glow and wet with something she hoped was just rain water. This was disgusting, but the stakes of their lives was a bigger priority than hygiene, and still everything she endured today would all be for nothing if they were dead at the end of this.

He ran a palm across his face, "No there's not enough time".

"They're gonna know we were eavesdropping", she chewed her bottom lip. Her eyes flitted back and forth, searching for an escape, but all she could see were walls, nothing to climb, no hole to squeeze threw. Nothing. How could there be nothing ? They always made it out ? He always had a plan.

She looked at him, a sinking feeling burning a hole in the bottom of her stomach. "I- I know what to do", he sounded unsure.

At least he had a plan, and a plan was better than nothing. She winced, shrugging her shoulders, "Well whatever it is you're gonna have to do it quick".

In one swift movement, he had shoved her against the wall, his body pressed up against hers. She was breathing heavily, trying and failing to look anywhere else. It was probably not a great look, but when he put his lips on hers, her mind went blank. He tasted sweet, like honey. He was gentle, not like that she had imagined. It was soft and hesitant, messy and awkward. Still through all that it felt different, less like a daydream, more real.

He pulled away, she gasped, "That was-".

"I'm sorry, they’re gone now- I didn't mean to-", he began, hands up in surrender. Cutting him off she grabbed the collar of his shirt, connecting their lips again. He was taken aback, but he caught on soon enough, his hands moving to her waist, tugging her closer against him, almost suffocating her. It would be a lie to say she didn’t enjoy it though. Her fingers were tangled in his hair, leaving it sticking out in different ends. She felt warm all over and desperate, clinging onto him, but in the moment she didn’t care.

She pulled away breathless. He looked out-of-breath, yet he still seemed to be watching her closely. She turned her gaze to his, searching his eyes for a sign, something to tell her that he felt the same. He gave her a soft smile, “Can- Can we do that again ?”. She laughed.

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The door swung open. Her eyes travelled to their interlocked hands. He scratched the back if his head sheepishly and she looked to the ground.

"So, how was your date ?", she took a step back, letting them in, with a teasing grin.

Her eyes were still trailed on the floor, letting him lead her in, "We um-". How would she be able to describe it ? Where would she even begin ?

"I knew it", she shook her head knowingly, arms crossed.

She was confused. "What ?", he wondered, tracing patterns on the back of her palm.

“You two kissed”, she pointed out, but before he could respond she was already marching up that stairs, “George you owe me 10 quid”.

Maybe she wasn’t as great at hiding her feelings as she thought ? She tilted her head to look at him. His hairs was ruffled with a tired smile on his face, her hand still secured in his. Turning to her, he raised a brow, probably feeling her stare. She just smiled back.

"You two kissed", she pointed out, like it was written on their foreheads, but before he could think of a response, she was already marching up the stairs, “George you owe me 10 quid”.

They were silent. Maybe she wasn’t as good as hiding her feelings as she though she was. She tilted her head to look at him, a ruffled with a tired smile on his face, she felt a sense of comfort. He turned over to her, probably sending her stare, she just smiled, content.

They were silent. She felt her face heat up. Was it that obvious to everyone else ? Maybe she wasn’t as incognito as she had thought ? And maybe that wasn’t so bad she thought, as she looked at him, ruffled with a tired smile on his face. She felt a a strange sense of comfort and couldn’t help but smile too.

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A Do-Over

Anthony Lockwood x f!Reader

Warnings: None this is pretty much just fluff 💖💖💖

Summary: Y/N has been avoiding Lockwood since an incident that involved a kiss as a cover up. After a week he decides to confront her.

A/N: I really hope you guys like this one 💖💖💖 Its a little cliche but sometimes cliche is nice 🥹💖💖💖 Also sorry if updates are slow and hope you all have a nice day 💖💖💖

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A week ago, Anthony Lockwood had kissed her. A week ago, she had begun avoiding Anthony Lockwood. Okay so maybe it wasn’t the best decision considering that he was her closest friend and technically her boss, but she couldn’t help it. She couldn’t even think straight when he was in the room, her heart started racing, her palms got sweaty and her stomach did flips. It was stupid, reckless and probably meant nothing to him, which is what made it hurt the most. It had taken her years to suppress her feelings for him, wrapped up neatly in a box with a shiny ribbon on it, a box which she then threw over a cliff. It would be complicated, and complicated was far from what either of them needed, so she stuck to their dynamic. That kiss though, it stuck in her mind, brought up things that should be forgotten and it stung. Once again Anthony Lockwood had taken down her walls, she felt exposed.

“Good morning”, he picked up the kettle, pouring himself a cup of tea, eyeing her suspiciously.

She gripped her mug tighter, “Morning”. It was early, he never got up early. This was odd.

She watched the door, racking her brain for a viable excuse. Giving up, she picked herself up from her seat, “I um- I’ve got to- I have something-“. Right, so maybe that wasn’t one of her best moments, but in her defence he wouldn’t stop staring at her and she was starting to squirm in her seat.

“No”, he took a sip from his mug, calmly.

She frowned, she had expected him to comment on her behaviour, but this seemed a bit much, “I- What ?”.

Putting the tea down, he moved to stand in front of her, an arm on hers, “No, you have been avoiding me all week and I- I- Was it something I did ?”.

His expression was pained. She bit her lip, admittedly her method of choice was mean but she hadn’t meant for it to go this far, she had never wanted to hurt him, “No, you did nothing wrong, it was-”.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair, his gaze fixed on the floor, “It was that kiss wasn’t it ? That wasn’t how I planned for it to happen”.

She raised a brow, he wasn’t making any sense, “I- Planned for what?”.

He grinned sheepishly, scratching the back of his head, “Our first kiss”.

“Oh-“, she felt a heat rush to her cheeks, she looked away, bringing a finger to her lips, picking at a hangnail. What was that, maybe she was hallucinating ?

He gave her a pleading look, taking her hands into his, “I’m sorry about everything, I-”.

“No, I’m sorry it’s just that you’re so cute and I really like you and I didn’t know if you felt the same way and-”, she couldn’t think straight. It didn’t feel real, like she’d wake up from a dream any second, her own self-torture.

“I-”, he smirked, taking a step towards her. This was real alright, he looked too smug for it to be her imagination.

Throwing her head back, she groaned, “Shut up”. This was gonna go straight to his head, and she would hear about it for months after this.

He flicked away a non-existent tear, leaning down to her, "That was just".

“No stop, no”, she hid her face in her hands, turning her gaze towards the ground. Why did she have to lose all self-control in this one moment.

“No seriously, I’m going to remember that forever", he laughed, pushing away her arms, tilting her chin up, forcing her to look at him.

"I hate you", she rolled her eyes, only too aware of how close they had gotten. How had she not noticed ? They were only centimetres away from each other, she could practically hear his heart beating. Almost there but not quite, she could only hope it was pounding as heard as hers.

His laughter faded and the smile fell from his face. She held her breath, as his eyes dropped to her lips, just for a second, before coming back to meet her gaze, "I think I just need a do-over". Pulling her against him, their lips met, once again, but this time it felt tangible. He was a better kisser than she had let on. His lips, they were surprisingly soft and tasted faintly of honey and bergamot. Her hands wrapped around his neck, dragging him closer to her, and it felt like time itself had slowed down. She pulled away, breathless.

"You know there's no going back from this ?", he grinned.

She shook her head, her lips curling up to match his expression, "Trust me, we crossed that line a long time ago".

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Safe

Anthony Lockwood x f!Reader

Warnings: It's mostly fluff with some angst, but there are some mentions of death/almost dying 💖💖💖

Summary: Lockwood and Y/N decide to tackle a case alone unfortunately for them it wasn't as easy as they thought it would be. 💖💖💖

A/N: Not too sure how I feel about this one but I hope you guys like it :) 💖💖💖 Thanks for reading :) 💖💖💖 Also sorry if you feel the updates are slow :') 💖💖💖

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As the sun set, she began to pace the floor. Adults always acted like having a talent was a gift, but they didn't understand. How could they ? There was something about this house that seemed different though. Call it a suspicion. Based on the research it was a type I entity, common, familiar, easy, but she knew something was wrong.

“Lockwood I- I don’t think this is a good idea”, she chewed on the raw skin at the edge of her finger, only stopping when it began to burn a little. She had meant to break the habit, but her job made it almost impossible.

He shook his head and grinned, “Just relax everything will be fine”.

“I just have a bad feeling”, she ran a palm across her face, glancing at the door and the gloomy hallway it revealed, “I- I think we should call for George and Lucy”.

He pushed himself from the wall her was leaning against, taking a step towards her, “We’re both great agents and we can handle this”.

She thought he was overconfident, but that was a defining trait. If he wasn't, it just wouldn't be him, but maybe he would listen to her this time, “I- I just”.

“Y/N, you have me”, he took her hands in his, tracing shapes on the back of her palms.

He was warm, reassuring and when she looked into his eyes she could feel it. She had always had a weak spot for him, but who could blame her. She sighed, “Yeah- Yes, alright”.

He smiled nodding his head, “Trust me, everything will be fine”. He had kept her safe every other time before, why would this be any different.

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“Lockwood! This is not just a Type I”, she screamed into the hallway, no response came.

She felt a gnawing in the pit of her stomach, it pulled her deeper and deeper, “This is bad”. Scanning the room, she bit her lip. Her rapier glinted in the moonlight, far beyond her reach.

She took a step back, and another, and another, until she didn't. She had backed herself into her corner, cursing herself for it. She felt trapped. She was trapped, alone. Sinking to her knees, she buried her head, “I can’t- Lockwood?!”.

His feet pounded on the floor, “Y/N- I’m coming, I-”. The floating silvery figure caught his eye. He was quick to react, impaling it on his rapier.

The figure faded and he dropped to the ground, the blade clattering as it fell. Holding her between his arms, he couldn't help the pang of regret in his heart, “Hey- Y/N- Come on look at me”.

“Oh- Lockwood- I- I thought-”, she gasped, closing the gap between them. He felt real and safe, she wasn't dead, not yet anyway, but that was a problem for another day. She focused on him, his chest moved up and down, he inhaled and exhaled, he tightened his grip on her.

He sighed, reaching a hand out to stroke her damp hair “I’m so sorry it’s all my fault”.

“No, I- I’m fine”, she protested. It was normal, it was a part of her job, she was well aware of the risks and so was he.

He fixed his gaze towards the floor, “No, it’s not I- I promised to keep you safe but I didn’t”.

“But you did, I’m right here”, she frowned, using both her hands to bring his eyes back to hers, only too aware of the redness that lined them. It was out-of-character, he never cried, he was Lockwood. She had never seen this side of him.

He began rambling, “But what if- what if you didn’t?” “I don’t- I can’t even imagine-”. She didn't know what to do, what to say, but she grabbed the back of his head, pressing her lips against his. He didn't react for a few seconds, which he quickly made up for, yet she couldn't blame him either, she wasn't even sure what she was doing. It wasn't perfect and definitely not what she intended, but it was messy and breathless and loving.

She pulled away, her heart finally stopped pounding. “I guess, I guess next time we just have to promise to protect each other, right?”, she gave him a weak smile.

He returned her expression, nodding his head softly as he pulled her up, “Right”. He glanced towards their hands still intertwined, before smirking at her and she felt a heat rush to her face.

“Also, maybe you should listen to me more often now”, she laughed.

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