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I don't know if you're still writing requests, but I have one. The reader is Winkman's daughter. She watches everything when Lucy and Lockwood are imprisoned. When Lucy pours something flammable on them and frees Lockwood, he takes the reader hostage (first she was imprisoned by her father, and now by Lockwood). When they get to Portland Row, Lockwood immediately locks her in the library. When DEPRAC arrives after Carver dies, Lockwood lies that reader is his girlfriend, so as not to reveal whose daughter she is. After that, he gives her his bed and watches over her (sitting in an armchair), so that she doesn't run away. Reader asks him if she can at least wash up and get something to change into. Lockwood, resigned, leads her to the bathroom and gives her his clothes. When everyone is asleep, she asks him why he took her. I don't know how to end this, but they get closer and at the end of the series they are together (they even go to the Fittes' ball together) .

HOSTAGE

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Thank you so much for sending me this request I absolutely love the idea. Sorry it took me some time to finish it. I hope you like it.

“I have spent most of my life in prison. No, actually, prison is better than being imprisoned by your own father.��

I stare at the unconscious boy tied to the electric chair, my father built to torture innocent lives. I was also one of the poor victims of the torture room.

“Will you just stand there like an idiot or do something?” Father barked.

I quickly handed the cigar. Choking back my tears, I buckled the boy’s wrist tighter. I hate doing this.

“Which agency are you? I don’t recognise the uniform.”

“I’m not an agent. His eyes wandered the room when our eyes met. “I’m a burglar. You should call the police.”

“You have a rapier and no criminal would be foolish enough to enter my premises.”

“Fair enough.” The boy sighed. “I’m undercover from Fittes. You should call DEPRAC.”

My father smiled cunningly. “I don’t think I need to trouble DEPRAC.” He took a big swig of his cigar and blew a heavy smoke on his face.

“Tell me the truth. Who are you, and who told you to come here? Or shall I burn some tiny holes on your pretty little face?”

I took a step back in horror as a sharp noise drew their attention to me. I looked down to find crushed pieces of my father’s favourite vase lying on my feet.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean-“

I felt a hard sting on my face as my vision blurred a little.

“What a useless daughter. Clean this mess.”

I nod my head, picking up the pieces as my eyes fall on the agent. He gave me a weird look. The door slammed open, revealing my mother dragging an unconscious girl.

“Your partner, I suppose?”

“Never seen her in my life.”

“Hmm, then let me finish her quickly, then I’ll deal with you.” Father took out his gun.

“WAIT.” The boy panted, “Put me out of my misery with all means, but please spare her life. She won’t breathe a word, I swear.”

Father stared at him for a minute “You seem like a good kid. I’ll kill you first so you don’t have to watch her die.”

“GO AWAY.” The girl threw a bottle of gasoline at us. “Stay back.” She pointed a lighter at us as she untied the boy.

“Stay back or I’ll burn you.”

I gasped as the boy dragged me out “Don’t follow us or I’ll kill her.”

...............................................................................

The entire event became a blur. I recall standing in the hallway of an unfamiliar house.

“Who’s this?”

A curly-haired boy with massive glasses narrowed his eyes at me.

“Long story.” He threw me into a room. “We have more pressing issues than her.”

“Hey, open the door”, I yelled.

No response

“Please let me out.” I banged with full force but received no response.

My eyes adjusted to the low-lighted room when I realised this is not just any room, it’s a library. Floor to ceiling were covered with huge bookshelves. I couldn’t keep my hands to myself and browse through the books.

There are so many books.

I was lost in my own world, I didn’t realise the door opened

“Sir, we found someone.”

The man dragged me downstairs as my protest went unheard again.

“Who’s this new face, Lockwood?”

A man in his 40s, tall as a giraffe, eyes colder than snow, suspiciously looked at us.

“Um..girlfriend.”

“Excuse me?”

“Now I know what I did was wrong, but isn’t it too harsh to deny our relationship, darling?” He pulled me closer.

My face burned.

“Hmm.” The inspector’s eyes still strained on us for a moment before continuing, “Anyway, be extremely careful because you’re dealing with real humans with flesh and blood. I don’t have the time or the resources to protect you.”

“Yes, Inspector Barnes.”

“I hope this is not the last time I see you lot alive.”

As the door slammed shut, Lockwood took a big sigh. “That was close.”

I glared at him. He looked confused when he realised his hands were still on my waist. He pushed me, “ouch.”

“Asshole.”

“Care to explain?” The curly-haired boy didn’t even acknowledge my existence.

……….........................................................

“I can’t believe you guys broke into Winkman’s, and it wasn’t enough, you kidnapped their daughter.” George fumed as he paced around the room, “Lucy, I did not expect this from you.”

“Hey, don’t blame me. He never listens to anyone.”

“So.” George sighed. “What are we gonna do with this situation?” He points at me.

“I have a name.”

“I’ll take care of it.”

“You know I can hear you right?"

……………....................................

I stare at the devil in disguise. I always heard the devil is a red man with horns, but never knew they come in dress shirt and a rapier with a charming smile and a wicked mind.

I looked at the clock, striking 1 am. I look back at the boy flipping through a gossip magazine.

“Lockwood, it’s been a long day." Shifting my weight. "Can I please at least wash up?”

Lockwood didn't respond.

“I can’t sleep without a bath.”

Still no response.

“I will do anything you say, please just let me wash up once-“

“Okay, okay.” He glared. “Will you stop talking if I let you do your girl things?”

You nod furiously.

Lockwood stared at me and sighed, “Okay.” He began untying me. “I will be right across the room, so don’t do anything stupid.”

I grinned

“Ah, it feels so good,” I say as I dry my hair with a towel.

I enter the room and see Lockwood staring at me with his mouth wide open. “What?” I ask, confused.

“Nice towel,” he replies, still taken aback.

I look down and my eyes widen in realization. “SHIT,” I exclaim. I’m still in a towel.

...........................................................

I stare at the void. Now fully clothed, thanks to the devil for throwing his clothes at me. Sitting on his bed. Lockwood resumed reading his magazine, but this time he ditched his formals and wore something comfy.

Why does he look so good?

“So... why did you take me?” I cleared my throat, trying to find my voice.

At first, I thought he didn’t hear me, and I almost dropped the question.

“You looked like you needed help,” he responded.

I felt my heart skipping a beat. It was the first time someone had actually cared about me.

“I heard from my sources that your father tortured you.”

Our eyes met again, and this time, something unusual flickered in his gaze.

“Whether you believe me or not it's up to you.”

…………......................................

The next few days were spent researching with George, and it turns out my knowledge of artifacts is coming in handy. I’m glad I’m finally able to do something productive. It took some time for Lucy and me to warm up to each other because she thought I might try something funny. I don’t blame her; I would have thought the same if I were in her position.

But Lockwood—sometimes my heart races whenever he pretends we’re lovers in front of his acquaintances. He’s still an asshole, but he’s kind. I feel something I’ve never felt in my own home: safe and free.

“You can leave if you want to,” Lockwood’s voice echoed in the empty kitchen.

It took my eyes a moment to adjust, as I was deeply buried in my work.

“Are you letting me go?” I asked.

He scratched his neck. “You don’t have to stay here and do all this work. I’m not even paying you.” He took a seat beside me. “You’re free to go.”

I could feel his minty breath; we were so close that my cheeks warmed.

“I don’t want to leave,” I whisper.

His hands caressed the thick fabric of my clothes, doodling absentmindedly, but his eyes were on me. “I don’t want to force you to stay.”

“Why do you want me to leave, Lockwood?” I begged.

“I wanted to help you at first, which is why I took you in,” he said, playing with my hands. “But something’s changed. You’re too good to be caught in this mess.”

I furrowed my brows as he avoided looking at me. This was the first time I had seen Lockwood nervous.

“Ghost hunting is dangerous. I don’t know what I would do if something happened to you.”

“Lockwood, hey, look at me.” Caressing his face. “I choose to be here. Yes, I was quite pissed at first, but I want to stay. I want to solve this case with you.” I took his hands in mine and rested my face against his palm. “I feel safe with you.”

“You’re so stubborn,” he smirked.

“Learned from the best,” I smirked back.

…………………………..............

“Lockwood, I don’t think this is right.” I glanced at the posh people gathered at this fancy ball. “How do I look?”

“This is like the fifth time you’ve asked me that question, Y/N,” he said, grabbing my waist. “Beautiful as always.”

“Such a charmer,” I said, hiding my blush.

“Only for you.”

“Shall we finish the job?” I held out my hand.

“We shall.”

Thank you so much for reading this. This is not my best work but I'm working on my skills. If you have a request feel free to comment down or DM me. Always open for feedback. Love you so so much!!

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archiveoftara · 3 months ago

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Gorgeous

You look stunning.”

You flinch at the voice and find your date for the night standing by the door. You gave a small smile as you fiddle with your emerald green dress. “Thanks Kipps.”

“we’re getting late, the cab’s waiting for us.” He left the room leaving you with your thoughts. You took a deep breathe and wore a confident smile. You Got This.

You look at the grand hall filled with posh people drinking and talking about posh things. Kipps lead you to the ball. You were shocked to say the least when Kipps asked you out for the date while you were drenched in your own sweat during the training session.

Nothing romantic just a casual “Will you go to the ball with me?”

You were reluctant at first but you heard a certain agent also got the invite for the event so you took the chance and said yes.

Kipps was nice but your heart belonged to someone else.

“omg y/n you look great!” Kat exclaimed.

“So do you.” You said back. She rocked a little black dress. Looking absolutely lethal.

Although you were physically present but your attention was all over the room looking for the one who you came for.

Just when you lost hope, he enters with a stride, swooning the girls. The talk of the town, The Anthony Lockwood, owner of Lockwood and Co, known for his reckless behavior and unique cases.

You were obsessed with him the moment he beat Kipps with his rapier in the quiet hall of British Archives. Whenever you bumped onto each other it would be some crime scene or in the archives. Each time, you never strike a conversation no matter how badly you wanted to. It hurt your stupid pride. Whereas, Lockwood would make a witty comment on you or argue with Kipps.

Boys ugh.

The rest of the agents of Lockwood and Co, Lucy and George greets your team. Lockwood greets the team in a professional manner, you reply back with a bored tone. You could’ve swore he was hurt but he masked it with his ridiculously handsome grin.

The event begins as the hall gets darker. Penelope Fittes gets on stage for her speech. Halfway through the speech you almost yawned when you felt a caress on your hand. You look up to find Lockwood standing extremely close to you. You could see his deep brown eyes gazing yours. It took all the power in you to not be smitten into a puddle of goo. You gave a small smirk and look ahead to the stage.

“Give me a moment.” Kipps excuse himself from you. You look at the room, watching everyone enjoying themselves, dancing, drinking, kissing. You felt a pang of jealousy when your eyes laid on Lockwood laughing and dancing with lucy.

How I wish that was me.

You excuse yourself and look for the ladies room when you find Kipps tongue deep into some redhead. Great.

You go back to the bar, chugging drinks like there’s no tomorrow. The bartender gave you a weird look but you ignored him. You felt hot with self humiliation. You never really liked Kipps but you didn’t think he would treat you this way. How disappointing.

You found yourself under the night sky, staring at the abyss. When a cough broke your train of thoughts.

“Stalking me , Lockwood?” You roll your eyes.

“I was actually on my way to men’s room when I saw you too close to the edge. Not planning to die, are you?”

You didn’t remember how you got to the balcony, you blame the alcohol. “As if.” You took a step back.

You look away. You thought he left when you felt his presence beside you “so what is a gorgeous girl like you doing alone here?”

“I could ask you the same. What is a handsome boy like you doing alone here?”

His lips turned into a mischievous smirk “You think I’m handsome?”

“Come on, Lockwood. If you’re here to make fun of me then I’m not interested. Why don’t you join your date?” You bite your tongue.

“I smell something burning." He smirks “Are you jealous?”

You hate the feeling of losing, especially to hot men.

“Never. Why would I be jealous?” You mask the annoyance.

"I ain't got time for this." You take a sharp turn when you lose your balance, you were ready to hit the ground when everything stopped.

Your eyes meet the familiar pair of deep brown eyes but this time, soft light of the moon graced his face. His lips looks so kissable, His arms feels like a warm blanket, He smells delicious. He’s absolutely gorgeous you could kill, you could die.. for him.

“Are you making fun of me?” You whisper.

He shook his head. Next thing you know you felt his soft lips against yours. Slowly drinking you, savoring the moment. You pull his collar as you deepen the kiss. You felt fireworks in your heart, your mind went blank. he pulls away, faint blush. wow

"Do you know it was a real test for me not to tear your dress down and make you mine then and there?" He kissed your neck.

"Then make me yours." You moan.

His eyes gleamed in mischief, something twisted in your heart. You gasped as he lifted you. "Anthony someone will see us?"

"Good because I've never felt more alive before you came to my life."

It's safe to say the rest of the night went in bliss.

Hello!! I've wrote after along time. I'm back from my hiatus. This wasn't my best work hell I feel it's not even good. Anyways, I'm gonna work on my skills and I deliver in the next chapters. Hope you enjoy and Please leave a like and comment. I love reading your comments. Love you muaah!!!

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