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MY FAVOURITE SCHMOOPIES <333

April Fool's! ~ a DTH special

here's the first of (I'm sure) many Deck the Halls specials! in honour of April Fool's Day I figured it was the perfect occasion to write a lil something about our Schmoopies (who love to prank each other)

I did take a teeny bit of inspiration from @tangledinlove's heart eyes series (which if you haven't read then go now! also I recommend everything on love's master list) and wrote this special through the eyes of Holly, George, and Lucy!

edit: I should add in now that you probably could read this as a standalone? there are some references in there that might be teeny spoilers but tbh DTH is pretty formulaic so you could figure out the plot just from the summary 😂

Warnings: one or two swear words, and I think that's it? maybe a spoiler in the form of Holly being there?

Word count: 1.7k

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enjoy the pictures of lockwood and Cameron being silly boys!

“Where is he?”

Holly looked up from where she sat at the kitchen table writing a shopping list to study the girl who stood in the doorway. Y/n had her hands on her hips and a frown on her face, and Holly felt sorry for whoever she was looking for. No doubt it was Lockwood, having forgotten an important anniversary or something, who was provoking the glare that had settled over Y/n’s features.

“Lockwood?” Holly asked, returning her attention to the shopping list. She tapped the pencil against her temple while trying to think of what she was missing.

“Yep. Have you seen him? I’ve got a bone to pick with him, the little shit.”

Holly snorted, then a thought popped into her head. She wrote down ‘tomatoes’ in neat print with her pen. “What’s he done this time?”

The other girl huffed and moved further into the kitchen, pulling open cupboards with a little too much force. “He’s pranked me! Hid all the toothbrushes in the house and now I can’t brush my teeth!”

“I- he did what?” That was such a random thing to do, and yet it was very perfectly Lockwood. “Why would he prank you?” Holly’s colleague stopped in her tracks, arms spread open with the cupboard handles in each hand, and slowly turned around. Instead of the initial frustration that had been on her face there was now confusion.

“You… you do know what day it is… right?” Holly shook her head, brows creasing. “It’s April Fool’s Day? First of the month?” Realisation dawned, and she rushed to stifle her laugh when Y/n started glaring again. “Why is that funny? Lockwood hid all the toothbrushes, Holly! How do I brush my teeth now?! I had Weetabix this morning and my mouth feels all gross,” she complained.

“I think he went out for a walk or something,” Holly answered, finishing up her list. “That was a while ago, though, so he should be back in a minute.” No sooner than she’d stopped talking the sound of the front door opening made both girls look in the direction of the hall. Shuffling noises followed while the person moved around, then footsteps grew louder and the kitchen door was pushed open to reveal the head of the company.

Anthony Lockwood was many things: a great boss, slightly suicidal at times (although the number of occasions that he threw himself directly into danger had decreased significantly after the Christmas holidays), an excellent swordsman, and a loving boyfriend to Y/n.

But as Holly watched Y/n she knew that he was also in a lot of danger.

“Ah. Hello, Darling. Holly.” He was wary, gaze flicking between the two girls as he stayed holding on to the door handle. Y/n’s eyes narrowed, and Lockwood’s attention was suddenly solely on his girlfriend. His smile faltered slightly, and there was a split second where both he and Y/n sort of… hovered, the tension in the room palpable.

Then the chaos started.

Lockwood turned and fled the room, footsteps heavy on the stairs, and Y/n was hot on his heels, yelling as she thundered after him. Holly could hear their laughter echoing through the house, and she let out a chuckle of her own as she stood up and folded the shopping list, putting it in her pocket.

Her boss was going to suffer dearly for the rest of the morning for withholding the toothbrushes, but he wouldn’t be physically harmed.

A thump sounded on one of the upper floors, something that sounded worryingly like a body hitting the ground, and pleads of mercy followed immediately while mixed in with laughter.

She was tickling him, then. Going for the feet if she wanted maximum effect or sitting on him and going for his sides if she was smart and didn’t want him wriggling away.

Holly picked up a bag and her keys in the hallway, and made for Arif’s. Hopefully Lockwood would no longer be a hostage by the time she got back.

~~~

George Karim was normally quite forgiving when it came to Y/n, but printing out tens of pictures of Penelope Fittes was a step too far for him.

“Why do you even want to do this anyway? I thought after the whole… ‘fake-dating-turned-real-dating’ thing over Christmas you weren’t fighting anymore.” He was spread in front of the printer in his room, blocking his friend from accessing it. Since getting back from her family’s house in the middle of nowhere a few months ago, after snowstorms stretched out their Christmas, Lockwood and Y/n had been annoyingly cute and coupley.

“He hid all the toothbrushes, George. He’s having a nap right now because I tickled him into exhaustion, so I’ve not got much time before-” she broke off when George tackled her to prevent her from using the printer.

“Okay… well why does that mean you’re printing loads of pictures of Penelope Fittes? The head of the company we hate?”

“… Because I’m going to cut them out and replace all the photos in the house with them.” The pair of them stopped squirming and George pushed his glasses back up his nose to stare in shock and confusion at her.

“You… what?”

“It’s April Fool’s. I’ve got like… two hours left before midday. Please, Georgie. I have to get revenge.” He sighed, then released his grip on her.

“Fine. But when he gets annoyed, you are not linking this to me. I’m not getting dragged into all of this.”

The two of them spent the next fifteen minutes printing photos and cutting them out, and when it sounded like Lockwood was stirring, Y/n sent George to keep him distracted. He penned his boss in the library where he’d fallen asleep earlier, spewing facts about the next case they were going to go on to keep Lockwood there while Y/n snuck around the house. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been waffling on about murder victims and Type 2s, but when Lockwood’s girlfriend tentatively peeked around the door he had to stop himself from visibly sighing in relief.

“You alright, Schmoopie?” Where the nickname had come from, George had no idea, but Y/n was the only one who used it and specifically only when she wanted to piss off Lockwood. Lockwood himself knew this too, and George could immediately see the suspicion creep in.

“… yeah. Are you?”

“Hm? Oh, yep!” Her grin was wide, and looked rather like a shark, and George wondered why Lockwood was staring all heart-eyed at her despite being suspicious. “Just been… finding toothbrushes.” It was Lockwood’s turn to smile now, boyish delight making him perk up.

“Get any?”

“Eventually. Took me a bloody long time though,” she mumbled the last part, but the boys still heard. George snickered. Lockwood’s smile grew. “Anyway… tea?”

“Alright then,” Lockwood replied, stretching out a hand and moving over to the doorway. Y/n took it, planting a kiss on her boyfriend’s cheek before pulling him out the room.

She sent a wink over her shoulder at George as they turned the corner and disappeared.

~~~

So far, the pranks were one each.

Lucy had noticed Y/n putting photos of Penelope Fittes in all the picture frames around 35 Portland Row, and when her friend had explained why, she had gladly joined in. Any opportunity to mess with Lockwood was an opportunity that Lucy took.

Around half an hour after Lockwood had reappeared from the library, he still hadn’t noticed that all of the photos had been replaced. He’d spotted one or two maybe, but that was it. Some were more sneaky than others, and Lucy knew that Lockwood would be finding Penelope Fittes photos for weeks after today.

Now she was sat in the living room with George, Holly, and Y/n, sketching in her pad. There was near silence in the room, the clock ticking and what sounded like suppressed snorts of laughter outside the door the only noises. Lucy frowned, glancing at the door every few seconds. After another minute or so of stifled laughter Lockwood appeared, mouth pinched to hide the smile on his face as he walked in and sat on the arm of his normal armchair where Y/n was sat.

“…Lockwood?” Lucy asked. “Why are you wearing a hat? You’re… indoors?”

“Oh! Just felt like it! Thought it would be nice to wear something a little more fun. For morale, you know?”

Y/n looked up then, and gaped at the top hat perched on her boyfriend’s head. “You’re ridiculous, Anthony.”

“Yep. We’ve had this conversation before, Darling.” All talk died down after that, Lockwood occasionally murmuring a word or two to help Y/n with her crossword, and the members of the agency were at peace. At some point Lockwood excused himself to the toilet, and when he came back around five minutes later (they’d all heard the toilet flush) there was something slightly off about him. He still had the top hat on, but something was bugging Lucy.

The same process repeated, Lucy looking up at him every now and then to try and figure out what was different and Y/n doing the same (the two girls had shared multiple confused looks), and then Lockwood excused himself to get a plate of biscuits. When he came back, Lucy once again felt something was off. The biscuits were passed around, crossword helped, top hat still in place, then Lockwood came up with another reason to leave the room.

It was the fourth time he returned that Y/n appeared to realise what was happening. “Ohh, I see what you’re doing, Anthony Lockwood.”

“Do you?” he asked, innocent as a child. “I’ve noticed the photographs - don’t think I haven’t.”

“Oh, have fun finding them all. Why do you have multiple sizes of the same top hat?”

Lockwood shrugged. “Disguises. Why did you have so many photos of the head of the Fittes company?”

“Does it matter? You’ll be finding them for weeks.”

They finished their friendly bickering in hushed tones, Y/n standing up to let Lockwood sit down and balance her on his lap, and Lucy smiled softly at them.

After wrangling the whole story of what had happened over the Christmas holidays out of the two of them, Lucy had spent roughly the last two and a half months teasing the living daylights out of the couple for their antics, but she couldn’t deny how cute they were together.

She just hoped that the current poking in the sides they were doing didn’t turn into decking each other instead.

Cut scene (alternative prank):

Now she was sat in her room in the attic, one leg hanging off the edge with the other folded underneath while she drew in her sketchbook. The creaking of the steps up to her floor alerted her to someone’s presence, and after a few seconds Lockwood’s head appeared, followed by his body. “Ah, Luce, thought I’d find you here.” He had something in his hand, shiny in a crinkly plastic bag. “I need your help to-” he broke off, mid-movement while he peered at one of the pictures on Lucy’s bedside table. It was of the five of them, Lockwood, George, Holly, Y/n, and herself, except in the place of Skull sat on the sideboard was Penelope Fittes’ face. “Oh for fuck’s sake. Did she put some of these up here, too?” Lucy struggled not to smile.

“Must have done it when I was in the kitchen earlier.” That was a lie, Lucy had done it herself. “What did you need me for?”

“Ah!” He lifted the plastic bag and grinned. “Doubloons. Not real ones, obviously, I bought them from a cheap party shop down the road. I’m going to hide them around the house.”

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avdiobliss · 26 days

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AHHHH YOURE WRITING LOCKWOOD AGAIN THIS IS SO EXCITINGGFGG

got love-struck, went straight to my head

anthony lockwood x fem reader 1.5k

— lockwood holds you hostage (aka does his skincare routine for you) while you’re half asleep

notes. i bet you’d thought you’d seen the last of this man on my blog but u were WRONG. prompt from @novelbear !! happy one year of tangledinlove and you can hear it in the silence <3 i love you cameron chapman as anthony lockwood i love you

“Alright, we’re here—Yes, thank you. Have a good night.”

Your side grows cold as Lockwood slips away from you. “Thanks for what?”

“I was talking to the cabbie, love.”

“Oh, sorry.” You pat around the empty space where Lockwood had just been sitting and feel him slot your fingers together to help you out of the car.

He’s so lovely that he lets you lean on him all the way up to the staircase. You take synchronized steps, your right arm curled around his left and your face squished against his white button up. He urges you through the door but pauses once he locks it behind you.

“You should probably open your eyes for the steps.”

“Can’t. I’ll be awake if I do.”

“Don’t let go, then,” he says, as he does the walking for the both of you.

You’re happy when he goes slow enough so that you don’t trip and fall and eat the fabric on the steps. You’re less happy when he uses your grip on his arm to steer you in the direction of the bathroom.

“Lockwood, no,” you groan. You throw up a hand in front of your eyelids when he flicks the overhead lights on. “It’s too late for this.”

His whole body moves with his laugh so you have to as well, wrapped firmly around his arm. “Go get changed, then. I’ll just be a second.”

Holding Lockwood’s face in your hands and marveling over his smooth skin is fun until it means he actually abides by his skincare routine. It’s the first thing he does in the morning and the last thing he does before he sleeps (in addition to giving you a big kiss), and you admire his dedication until it means he’s wriggling out of your half-asleep grasp just so he can wash his face.

You tilt your head up and hope your distaste is obvious. He knows you’re not going to leave.

“I’ll wash your face, too.” He’s probably smiling as he says it. You know he’s offering just to soften the blow of keeping you awake for an extra few minutes. “Your skin will feel so nice in the morning.”

Your nap in the car means you haven’t seen his face in about an hour, so you think it’s finally the proper time to open your eyes. He’s smiling in just the way you’d predicted, and you give in immediately, pressing up on your toes to kiss his cheekbone. “Okay.”

He’s handsome all the time, but there’s something special in his eyes when he smiles. You feel so lucky.

“You’re gonna need to let go of my arm, though.”

You don’t scowl again even though you want to. His limb is released back to him very reluctantly.

“I’m excited,” he admits, lining up a few bottles by the edge of the sink. “You never let me do this.”

“It’ll be fast, right?”

“I’ll go fast for you.”

“Thank you.”

“I’ll do me first and then you after.” He hands you your toothbrush, a dollop of toothpaste already sitting on the end.

(He’s right. He is being super fast, cause you have no idea when he’d managed that.)

“Brush your teeth,” he says.

You’re lazy. You start to wish you’d abandoned him to his silly routine and gotten your pyjamas on, but then you picture yourself alone in his big cold bed and are grateful you didn’t.

You watch him run through the steps like you have a million times before, getting a little distracted by how nice he looks with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

You realize he’s grinning at you after a few seconds of both of you staring at each other.

“Love, are you done?”

Lockwood’s skin is glowing the way it does when he’s all done his routine, and you realize you’ve been looking at him for far too long. He’s kind enough to not say anything about it when he holds your sleeves back so you can rinse out your mouth.

Or, his sleeves.

The black fabric is soft over your arms and you’re reminded that he’d given you his suit jacket earlier when you’d gotten cold. You think the two of you look a little funny when you stand up properly to look in the mirror. The front pieces of his hair are a little damp from when he’d washed his face, and the rest of his usual hairdo is just barely in place, windswept and messy after your long day. You probably look a little crumpled from your nap in the cab, which is why you much prefer to look at him instead.

Lockwood swipes at a bit of water under your chin so it doesn’t get on your dress, and you give him a very wet kiss on his jaw in thanks.

“Are you ready?” he asks, surprisingly energetic for this time of night. He slips some sort of headband over your head to keep your face clear, and pops the cap off of his first bottle.

“I’m ready to sleep.”

“We will in ten minutes. Less than.”

“We better.”

Lockwood’s clearly having fun running through the steps of his routine with you, and you hear him laugh while he struggles to rinse off your face in the sink.

“Stop squirming,” he reminds, swiping a piece of hair away from your face.

“Your hands are cold.”

“Sorry.” He puts the back of his ice cold hand to your neck and hides his snicker when you start complaining. “Just one last thing.”

He looks so focused while he works some sort of serum into your skin and you can’t help but pinch his cheek. He smiles and pretends like he’s going to bite at your fingers.

“All done,” he says, patting your face one last time. You give him your best half-asleep smile. Your skin feels as refreshed as he always claims it makes him feel, and it warms when he presses a kiss to the apple of your cheek.

“Let’s go, please.” You flick off the light and watch in dismay as he reaches past you to turn it back on. He reaches for his toothbrush with a very pointed look.

“Dental hygiene is no joke,” he reprimands.

“How could I have forgotten?” you say flatly. You step behind him to wrap your arms around his waist. “Your winning smile is the agency’s most valuable possession.”

“Very true,” he says around his toothbrush. “How else are we supposed to get out of our next traffic violation?”

“Maybe you can whack the officer over the head like last time.”

Lockwood guffaws. “That was an accident—”

“—You can take your rapier and just—”

You imitate the sound of someone being knocked to the ground, and he squeezes one of your hands that are wrapped around his front.

He spits into the sink, his shoulders shaking with his laugh.

“Barnes was not happy about that.”

“Is he ever happy about anything?”

“Hm. No.”

He finally turns out the lights, and he drapes an arm around your shoulders.

“Thank you for coming with me tonight.” He leans down to press kisses along the crown of your head. “Don’t think I would’ve gotten through that conversation with Kipps if you weren’t there.”

You grin. He really enjoys taking a shot at Kipps whenever the opportunity arises. “Thank you for inviting me. The food wasn’t nearly as bad as it usually is.”

“Did you try the canapés? They were awfully good this time around. I think they got a new chef.” He swings his door open quietly so as to not disturb George and Lucy.

“Hm. I think so, too.” You watch as Lockwood shifts the collar of his shirt and add, “I was happy I got to see your new tie, too.”

“Thank you.” He gives you a bashful smile when you step closer to him to loosen it. It’s a gorgeous plum color, and had been recent gift from George. It matches the color of your dress. “You’re always so lovely.”

Lockwood sits down in the chair in the corner of his room and gestures for you. You feel your face warm when he unbuckles the strap of your shoes, quick and easy.

You wonder if there will ever be a time when you don’t get giddy at everything Lockwood does.

“I love you,” you say once he gets back up. “I didn’t think it was possible to be so happy.”

“I love you, too. I’m very glad I live in a day and age where I get to look at your face everyday.”

Lockwood doesn’t let you struggle through anything. He unzips the back of your dress for you and helps you into your pyjamas despite you telling him you can do it yourself.

When you’re both settled into bed, you give him enough thank you kisses to last a lifetime, and you tell him as such.

Lockwood gives you a grin that lights up his eyes, and you have a feeling you know exactly what he’s going to say before the words come out of his mouth.

“You know there’s no such thing as enough kisses from you.”

notes. is it crazy to say i got emotional writing this lol. i love him so much someone please justify me writing for him again

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