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gaintsnowflake · 2 years ago

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𝐆𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌

PAIRING - George Karim x Ex!gn!Reader

ONESHOT - in which george has a breakdown in the bathroom

SONG - michael in the bathroom by george salazar

TRIGGERS - drinking, mental breakdown, being left

A/N - please mind any typos or grammar mistakes, it is proof-read only by me so I won’t be able to catch everything

WORD COUNT - 1k

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THE WORLD is spinning.

I knew it was a bad idea to come here, a even worse one to drink when I had seen them, hoping to just make the pain go away. I should have never listened to Lockwood. I should have stayed home. I could be home, curled up reading a book. I could be doing research about another case. I could be fighting a fucking ghost, that sounds better than being here right now.

I am crying in the bathroom at the biggest party of the fall. I could just sit right here and disappear, nobody'd even notice at all. Not Lockwood, not Lucy. Hell if I didn't know any better I would say they are snogging in a random corridor. I am a nobody to anybody here.

Outside the door, people of high status fill the large rooms. Those who are not high status are the drunken agents who are partying like there is no tomorrow, probably because they may not have a tomorrow. But here is I am. I'm the creeper in the bathroom, because my buddies left me alone.

But I would rather fake pee than stand awkwardly staring at them from across the way. But it can't help but bring back the memories of the last party I had gone too. When everything felt fine, cause I was half of a pair. Though no fault of mine, there is no other half there. Because they left us. They left me. Not the other way around.

They left me, so now I am just, George in the bathroom. I am George in the bathroom at a party. God I forget how long it's been. And no one can come in.

I will just sit here and cry, waiting for Lucy and Lockwood to come in get me or I'll wait it out 'til it's time to leave. This would leave me with hours of time to do nothing but sit, pout, and possibly pick at grout as I softly grieve.

All because I'm just George, who you don't know. George whose flying solo. I am just George in the bathroom by himself. All by myself. I am hiding because their out their. I'm ignoring all our history. Trying to forget all the pain they brought me. I hope my memories get erased, maybe get replaced, with a newer cooler version of me. Because they deserve that. They deserve their second half, even if it isn't me.

But now I hear a drunk girl, singing along to Whitney through the door. "I wanna dance with somebody!" Her words are slurred, but it only bring backs memories of the good old days. But my feelings sink, cause it making me think, now there is no one to make fun of drunk girls with anymore.

I am left alone, nobody to call my home. No one to bring me tea, when I am up late at night. No one to watch over me. I am just me.

Now it's just George in the bathroom, George in the bathroom at a party. Could I get any less pathetic, as I sit and choke on the sobs. The alcohol in my system only making my emotions worse. I half regret the beers, cause its making the tears flow harder and faster. All because I am just George in the bathroom, George in the bathroom at a party.

I can try and hide, choke back the tears, wait as long as I need, 'till my face is dry. My eyes are red from, how do I even try to cover that?I could wait until they become less flush, or maybe I'll just blame it on weed. Or something in my eye.

How would anyone know? I'm just George who no who they don't know. George flying solo. George in the bathroom by himself. The last person they think of when they think of cool. I am just an oddball who no one likes.

As I continue to clean off my face, trying to hide the fact I am crying, hiding in the bathroom by myself. Just waiting it out, till I hear a knock. Maybe I'll be free. Then I hear a few more, knock, knock, knock. It is getting more aggressive as I prepare to leave. They are gonna start to shout soon, hell yeah, I'll be out soon. I won't be on my own, it sucks they left me here, all alone, here in this battle zone.

The noises get louder as they pound harder. I can feel their anger, the pressure blowing up. I knew it was a mistake showing up. If I just splash, some water on my face, everything will be just okay.

So I throw some water on my face, and now I am in a better place. But as I go to open up the door, I can't hear knocking anymore.

I missed my chance, I missed my escape. I can't help but yearn, for a different time. One where I can get out of here, make my presents clear, have the courage to stand for what's right. But then I look in the mirror, and it becomes much clearer. There is no denying, I'm just George in the bathroom at a party, is there a sadder sight than... George in the bathroom at a party.

This is a heinous night, I wish I just stayed home instead. Maybe just lay in bed. Or I wished I offed myself in bed, wish I was never born. Then I wouldn't have to do this all again. No one would care, no one would notice.

I am just George who's a loner, so he must be a stoner. I ride a PT cruiser, god I am such a loser.

But what's worse is when I hear the creek of the door. The lock is gone. I look over my shoulder, to see their face. The memories coming back to me. This isn't worth the pain, as they look at me, heartbreak in their eyes. I am now who they think that they know.

I am not the same old boy, so much has changed. They don't know me anymore, and that is their fault.

"Georgie?" Their voice is still the same, sending my heart fluttering at the name.

But all they know about me is my name.

"AWESOME PARTY, I'M SO GLAD I CAME."

#lockwood and co fanfiction #lockwood and co #fanfic #george cubbins #george karim #george karim x reader #george karim x you

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gaintsnowflake · 2 years ago

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Hey, can you do a Lockwood x reader where the reader is Kipps' sister, and Lockwood is in love with her from the very beginning. After a joint and successful case, Lucy invites her to sleepover(Lucy is her BFF and sees what is happening between them) and this is an opportunity for Lucy to play matchmaker. But Kipps disagrees and goes with them. He interferes with Lucy's plan, so she locks him in the basement(She lets him out for breakfast in the morning) .It's a bit complicated, but you're talented, so you can do it ☺️

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑

PAIRING : Anthony Lockwood x fem!reader ( Qill Kipps x sibling!reader )

ONESHOT : in which lucy is a wonderful matchmaker

TRIGGERS : being locked in the basement ?

A/N : I hope you enjoy this, if this isn't what you were hoping for, please dm me and I will do write it again or if you want an extention. I loved writing this, the complexity being a bit of a challenge was fun, thank you so much for this request! Please ignore any spelling and grammar errors, this is not proof-read! Thank you for that sneaky complement as well.

WORD COUNT : 1.9k

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EVERYONE KNEW. How could it be a secret? His stares weren't discrete, he would constantly throw himself into danger for you, nor was the way he took every opportunity to touch you in some way, even if it was just a simple bump. It was so unbelievably obvious that he was head over heels in love with you. But yet, you still didn't believe it.

Anthony Lockwood and you met nearly a year ago when you had finally convinced your older brother to let you on his team instead of insisting on keeping you on night watch. That was your first encounter with him, and to put it lightly, you were shocked by it. Quill had talked down about this man for what seemed to be years, yet there you were face to face with a gentleman.

What was even worse in Kipps's eyes, even though you did at one point get him to admit that he may fancy the girl, was you instantly became best friends with Lucy Carlyle. It was probably bonding over running down a long hallway while a type two chased you, only to be met with a type one across the way.

That best friend status was now being utilized as you walked out of a large mansion with her, your brother and his team not too far behind. Anthony, you started calling him this instead of Tony to piss him off just enough that your brother wouldn't notice your liking of the boy, although he does like the way his name rolls off your tongue rather than the other Local Kipps, and George were far ahead. You were pretty sure that Anthony was complaining about Quill coming to "rescue him" but you would like to think of it as a successful team effort.

"So... how about you come and sleep over?" Lucy asked, her voice full of hope.

It had been nearly a month since your last sleepover, and you will admit, you missed staying up late to talk to the girl. As well as liking running into Anthony in the morning, long before anyone else would wake up.

"Don't know, Luce, I think Quill and I were supposed to go out for ice cream." That was in fact true, Quill owed you some ice cream after the two of you got into a long fight about something dumb that you cannot even remember now.

"Please? Kipps can wait! We haven't had a sleepover in forever," Lucy exclaimed, walking closer next to you, as you reached the gate of the house, Anthony and George standing just outside.

"I guess you are right, wait for me, yeah? I am gonna tell Quill I am staying over," You started to turn around and walk away, ignoring her silent cheers.

Quill and the others were far behind, it took you nearly three minutes to meet them in the middle of your locations. You were returned to your typical spot among the team, at Quill's, who wasn't listening to Ned ramble about something stupid while Bobby and Kat just stayed annoyed silently. They didn't seem to notice your presents and were rather preoccupied with ignoring Ned.

"Hey Quill, I am sleeping over at Lucy's tonight," You informed your brother, hoping he was distracted enough to not question or really realize what you are saying. But sadly, he definitely does, because he then gives you a look.

"What? We have plans," He was quick to exclaim, gaining everyone else's attention.

"Oh come on Quill, we haven't slept over in ages," Your voice drew out a bit as you tried to convince the boy.

It took a few minutes of you going back and forth before you reached Lockwood and Co, who were standing outside the gate. Anthony and George confused at your sibling bickering gave Lucy a look.

"I invited her over for a sleepover," The wink she gave Anthony had nearly gone unnoticed if it wasn't for Quill looking at her, instantly understanding what she was planning. He was not having any of it.

"I'll be back in the morning Quill," You told him, walking over to the trio. "We can continue this tomorrow."

You had now turned around to face the three, Lucy smirking, George looking clueless, and Anthony had a slight shade of pink rising on his cheeks. You hadn't noticed the wink or anything that gave away Lucy's plan of playing matchmaker. So the following words out of Quill's mouth took you for a shock.

"I am coming with you," His voice was stern as if there was no stopping him.

Anthony was quick to shut down the idea, but after nearly ten minutes of listening to their bickering, you decided to stop it. Seeing as everyone else was annoyed, it would be doing them a favour too.

"Alright, Quill, if you just, let me go, your ice cream dept will be forgiven and all will be forgotten," you stated, stepping in between the rivals to create a physical barrier as well as a verbal one.

"I am going," he stated again, which caused you to send death glares.

"Quill," You warned, "I swear, I will be fine. Just go home."

"Fine."

If only it was that easy. Although you did think he went home, Lucy was quick to realize that wasn't how it went.

You were at their house now, you had found your way in the Library with Lockwood, just as Lucy planned when she had sent you out to get tea and biscuits. But while you were talking to him about the magazine he was reading, Lucy heard the front door open from her position on the stairs. She was quick to jump up and reach for the nearest weapon.

Luce looked over the railing to see a very familiar guy step into the home. He was still in his uniform, making her wonder if he ever did take it off. His rapier banged into something, causing him to mutter a few curses as he closed the door.

"Kipps," Lucy's voice was just above a whisper as she walked down the stairs, catching the intruder.

"Shit," Quill's voice was low as he tried to give her a smile. "Sorry, but I can't let you set them up. Let me just get here and we will be on our way."

Lucy was quick to think of a plan, a dumb one, but it was still a plan. She just hopes Kipps was dumb enough to fall for it. Which, much to her surprise, he was. Or perhaps he was just too tired to truly realize the trap he was about to put himself in.

"Okay," Lucy said, hoping that it wasn't too quick to draw attention to her plan.

"Really?"

"Yeah, really," she nodded, walking down the stairs. "Come on, they were in the kitchen last I checked."

Lucy led the way down the stairs into their kitchen, which when they opened it to be empty, Quill was a bit aggravated. But when he saw a door, the basement door, cracked open he began to think they were down there—not questioning why it was so quiet.

"I thought you said they were in here?" He grumbled, looking around the place.

"Probably took a trip to the basement, we have storage down there, and it looks like we've run out of tea," Lucy begins to ramble, as she didn't think she would get this far in her plan. "Door is right there if you want to check."

Quill was slow to check but still did. Which he would defiantly blame on his tiredness later. But once he was down the stairs he heard the door close and lock, signally that he was now stuck down there. Hearing the noise he ran up the stairs and banged on the door, begging for Lucy to let him out. Lucy, on the other hand, was making her way back to her spot on the stairs, waiting for one of you to emerge from the library so she could shove you back in there. This left the Quill to sigh and admit defeat, to where he found himself, sitting on the ground of the basement.

Lucy wasn't that cruel, after nearly an hour, she went and found a spare set of blankets and pillows and opened the door for a few seconds. She left them there with a note saying he will be let out in the morning. To which he was very thankful as he took them and made a makeshift bed.

While all that was happening, you and Anthony were deep in conversation, not realizing how much time had passed. You were just sitting there, talking about nothing.

It was then that you realized how close you were to him. You started out sitting in the chair next to him, but after he wanted to show you something, he moved over slightly, letting you sit in his chair with him. Not the two of you were fully facing each other, sides pressed against one another and your faces barely a hand length apart.

Your laughter stopped as heat rose to your cheeks. His hand found its way over the top of yours and was now caressing your fingers. You just looked into his eyes, analyzing every bit.

You stayed there for a few moments before his other hand found its way to your cheek. He blinked a few times before the scary words left his mouth. "Can I kiss you?"

You were quick to nod your head, not trusting words to leave your mouth. That is when he leaned in, closing the gap between your lips. It was a gentle kiss, only lasting a few seconds. But those few seconds were life-changing either way.

"I really like you, y/n," He muttered, not looking away from your eyes, except to steal a quick look at your lips. "Would you be interested on going on a date with me?"

"Yes," You were quick to respond, before putting another soft kiss on his lips.

Somehow, you guys managed to fall asleep together in his chair. This completely abandoned your sleepover plans with Lucy, but she wouldn't mind, especially since she was the one who set this up in the first place.

You woke the next more to Anthony shuffling around under you. Which, you were quick to open your eyes to.

"Sorry, love, didn't mean to wake you," His voice was gruff, as he had also just woken up. He was slightly out from under you, showing that he was trying to escape your grip. "But I can smell George cooking breakfast and I would really like whatever the hell he is cooking."

At the sound of George's food, you got off of him, not saying another word. You didn't check your messy appearance, which was yesterday's outfit, as you never managed to get changed, as well as untamed hair. George's food really did wonders as you were downstairs staring at the boy in a matter of seconds.

"That smells amazing George! What is it?" You asked, trying to peer over his shoulder.

Lucy had already been at the table, happily spilling her tea. Anthony walked in shortly after you laughing at your actions. The laughter didn't last long as he heard a banging at the door.

Lucy made a quick, "oh shit" face before rushing to the door, unlocking it to let out an aggravated Quill Kipps.

"She is a barbarian Tony," Quill spoke, in a grumbling tone, before going to sit down in a random chair. "You should hire someone else, and don't even think about saying y/n."

"Quill, what the hell are you doing here?" You sounded shocked, just as the other two boys were.

Lucy gave her best sorry smile before explaining how he ended up in the basement. Which did seem successful as you and Lockwood did end up together at the end of the day. You do have to admit, she is a good MATCHMAKER

#lockwood and co fanfiction #lockwood and co #fanfic #anthony lockwood #anthony lockwood x reader #lockwood oneshot #quill kipps

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gaintsnowflake · 2 years ago

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Hey, would you do Anthony Lockwood x reader,in which the reader (is in Rotwell) is George's twin sister and from the beginning of the first meeting with Lockwood hates him for the fact that he uses her brother for dirty work and one day got into such an argument,that George and Lucy had to leave the house (threw a vase at Lockwood and it crashed next to his head), and when they return, they find them kissing on the couch. Thanks

𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐎𝐔𝐓

PAIRING : Anthony Lockwood x fem!reader ( George Karim x sibling!reader )

ONESHOT : in which you do not like lockwood, at all.

TRIGGERS : fighting, throwing objects

A/N : I hope you enjoy this, if this isn't what you were hoping for, please dm me and I will do write it again or if you want an extention. I couldn't figure out how to write this well without turning it into a miniseries (which crossed my mind more than once), but it was still fun to write all the same, thank you so much for this request! Please ignore any spelling and grammar errors, I am my own editor, so I will not be able to catch everything!

WORD COUNT : 1.2k

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IT WASN'T common for you to get a letter from George. Although your twin status, your relationship sometime faltered. There would be months where you wouldn't here a word from the boy, but it didn't mean you didn't love him. You loved George more than most can imagine.

You constantly looked after the boy when you were younger, making sure your parents were never to harsh on the little researcher. Although you were technically twins, you took on your role as an older sister, even though you were older by one minute and fifty seven seconds.

Because of your bond, it was quite heartbreaking to hear that he quit working at Fittes but you supported his decision. Until you heard he was working for a small agency, run by a teen boy. This news, was quiet aggravating, especially the more you found out about this agency. It was unsafe and George did most of the work. This caused a hatred for the owner.

George knows of this dislike, which is probably why he has yet to invite you to meet the company, his friends. Until yesterday, that was the letter you had received. A invite to dinner with him and his team.

Although you don't know this, it wasn't George's idea to invite you, rather his coworker Lucy, who found out that you were also an agent who lived so close. Lucy wanted to meet you, saying something about how the two of you should be close. Much to George's dislike, he sent the letter inviting you. He thought you would decline, but, to his surprise, you had arrived at the door of 35 Portland Row.

You knocked three time, before you were greeted by your lovely brother. His eyes widened when he opened the door to see you. It had been only a couple of months, but so much has changed. You were dressed nicer, but still sporting a rapier and a Rotwell jacket.

"Hi," his words were quiet, as if he was going to scare you away being any louder, but that was probably just the shock. "Here, come in."

He moved out of your way, letting you step into the homey environment. You were careful to take in every detail, of the home. You were quick to give George's shoulder a slight squeeze, knowing he wouldn't appreciate a hug.

"George who is it?" You heard a voice call out, you assumed it was the infamous Anthony Lockwood.

Before George could respond, a tall boy came into view, his ebony hair slightly out of place. He had on a blue tie over a white button up. You took in his appearance as he stood in front of you. You hated to say that he was relatively attractive, but if you didn't it would be a lie. Especially with the way his lips pulled into a smile as he seen you.

He reached his hand out, you just looked at him, giving him a dead stare. You took a step forward before taking his hand. You shook it with an aggressive nature, making sure to let him know with you looks that you did not like him. When you let go, you were quick to step back and turn to give George your full attention, ignoring the smell of what you could recognize as your favorite meal, most likely George's cooking.

"How have you been, Georgie?" You asked him, ignoring Lockwood who was looking between the two of you.

You and George made small talk, catching up and what not, until Lucy came out to get the three of you, saying something about the food burning. George was quick to rush into the kitchen, attempting to save dinner. You walked past Lockwood, shoving him a bit with your shoulder before introducing yourself to Lucy.

The dinner went well, you and Lucy bonding almost immediately. George also enjoyed your company. Although you did ignore Lockwood, most of dinner, which is something he later questioned George about.

This few hour interaction was soon to be turned into a tradition, where every Tuesday, you would show for dinner or breakfast.

It had been weeks of you coming, often times you would get into fights with Lockwood, telling him all the things he does wrong. It was more or less you scolding him for putting your brother in danger. These fights never really escalated too far, George or Lucy would normally step in, or you would leave. It also didn't help that you were using this anger to completely suppress your growing liking for the boy.

You could already tell today was going to be different. It was about eleven in the morning. You had woken up after a long shift last night, to get donuts from Arif's and head over to the now familiar house. Even though you wouldn't admit it, you got everyone's favorite donuts, even Lockwood's.

You knocked on the door, only to be greeted by Lockwood, which was the first noticeable difference in the morning. Normally you were greeted by Lucy, as George was most likely asleep when you came in the mornings.

The next noticeable difference, was how Lockwood rolled his eyes before letting you in. Which instantly got your blood boiling.

For the next hour you were there, everything Lockwood did seemed to piss you off in some way. Almost as if he was trying to get under your skin. And if that was his plan, it worked. Because here you are, standing in the Library screaming at Lockwood, George and Lucy looking on with horror.

"Should we go?" Lucy whispered to George watching the other two fight.

"Wait, a few more minutes... I wanna see how bad this is."

George knew you better than anyone, he also knew that fights like this were quick and done with as long as you didn't get physically aggressive. Although you would never hurt anyone, it would never stop you from throwing and kicking objects near a target. But the second he seen you reach for the closest thing next to you, he knew he was better off leaving with Lucy, giving the two of you space, as they would not want to be next on the list.

Your movement's were quick when you reached for the closest thing. A vase. The vase that was then sent flying across the room, shattering behind Lockwood, right next to his head as you screamed out a string of curses.

That is when George ushered Lucy out of the room, knowing that there was no stopping the fighting now. He left the two of you to fight, as they went out, of the house. A short shopping trip to go get some tea's was good.

But when they returned nearly an hour later, they were not expecting what they seen. They walked into a quiet house, which was already a red flag. But for all they know, you stormed out. But that was quickly proven not true as they seen your jacket on the kitchen chair, where you left it when you dropped off the donuts.

Quickly they searched the house, only to find the two of you kissing on Lockwood's chair in the library. You straddling his lap as he held onto your waist, leaning back in the chair slightly. The two of you continued to kiss passionately and aggressively, as the two stopped and stared with utter shock.

The next few moments were defiantly going to be a long lived inside joke between the four. No one would have thought that leaving the two of you in a house for such a long time alone would lead you to stop fighting, making you 'KISS IT OUT'.

#lockwood and co fanfiction #lockwood and co #fanfic #anthony lockwood x reader #anthony lockwood #george karim x reader

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gaintsnowflake · 2 years ago

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Hi! Can I get a request please. The reader works at Lockwood and Co and Lockwood and her both have feelings for each other but they dance around them because of their job and are afraid of losing each other because of it. And one day, one of them (don’t care which one) snaps and finally told the other how they feel! Thank you!

𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐃𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆

PAIRING : Anthony Lockwood x gn!reader

ONESHOT : in which after one two many near death experinces, you admit your feelings

TRIGGERS : nearly dying, cannon typical valiance

A/N : I hope you enjoy this, if this isn't what you were hoping for, please dm me and I will do write it again or if you want an extention. I couldn't figure out how to get the confession perfect so I am sorry if it seems a bit rushed, but it was still fun to write all the same, thank you so much for this request! Please ignore any spelling and grammar errors, this is not proof-read!

WORD COUNT : 1.5k

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IT'S A NORMAL CASE, just like every other case. Yet here I am, watching his every movement with the rapier.

The ghost was only a few feet from him as he attacks with precision and grace. His every move was elegant as if it was a choreographed dance. The lighting was doing him wonders as I just sat and admired him, ignoring my job of looking for the source, ignoring my name being called by George, probably to scold me for letting Lockwood distract me once again.

"Stop getting distracted," I felt a rushed slap on my arm, knocking me back into reality. The slap I have seen was from George who was now next to me, searching the floorboards in front of us.

"Sorry, I was making sure he didn't get hurt..." I mumbled, going back to the task at hand.

After a few more seconds of searching, I found the source, a small silver ring. Without hesitation, I wrapped it in the silver net. The noises of the ghost disappeared as I a rapier dropped. My eyes flew over to where Lockwood was standing, his hands on his knees, bending over, breathing heavily.

I was instantly bombarded with thoughts of worry, fearing that he was hurt. The thought of him being hurt sent shivers down my spine as I rushed over to him. If he dies now, it will be my fault, I didn't protect him, I couldn't save him.

As soon as I was by my side, he fell and leaned onto me, letting me inspect him, checking for any injuries. Though I didn't see any, I held him in my arm, closer, ignoring the feeling of butterflies in my stomach. Ignoring the fuzzy feeling in my heart as I rocked on my heels.

I will never be able to tell him how I feel, I will never be able to show him all of my love, it's not possible. We face near death almost every night. It's not fair to put him in the position of having to be afraid of losing me, as I am afraid of losing him.

Tonight's case was more difficult than normal, as our plans were flipped. Instead of Lucy and Lockwood fighting the ghost as George and I search for the source, I was trapped with the ghost with George. Lockwood and Lucy are left to find the source.

George and I were nowhere near as good as the other two, but we are surviving for now. Dodging as we can, throwing salt bombs, and George swinging the chain. Our rapiers were long forgotten as George dropped his only minutes ago and mine was left outside the room when I dropped it chasing after George.

I could hear banging on the door, it was definitely Lockwood. It sounded as if he was freaking out, but the sounds were largely muffled. The question of why he would be freaking out, as this was usual for a job, pondered me for a second, but I was quick to be thrown back into action.

The next few moments were brutal, as I was sent flying into a desk. The pain in my side was worse than most injuries I had before. I am sure it is bleeding, as when I pressed my hands to my side, I left a thick liquid, spilling into my shirt.

Before I got the chance to even stand, I am met face to face with the ghost, as it goes to touch me, it fades away. I let out a groan, squeezing my eyes shut, knowing I have a moment.

The bang of the door was loud, causing me to open my eyes, losing my moment of silence. Lockwood came crashing in. His face full of worry and panic as he looked around the room quickly, till his eyes found me. Before I could blink, he was before me, kneeling down on the ground, looking me up and down before meeting my eyes.

He began to take out an emergency kit from his bag that was on the floor next to us. His touch was gentle as if he was trying not to hurt me. Slowly Lockwood pulled away at my jacket and then my shirt, leaving me in just a tanktop underlayer that I pulled up for him to see the open wound.

While he was patching me, I couldn't help but stare at him. Taking in his beauty. Though you could definitely tell he just got done a job.

He was a mess, his hair all out of order, his tie was slightly undone, the collar of his shirt up in some places, and dirt splotches were all over his face. His face, it was full of emotion. Worry, panic, relief, the last something I don't quite recognize. But it seems like a look of love. Love? No, it can't be. He cannot love me as I love him.

Cases always seem to go wrong, so facing a near-death experience has turned into normality in my line of work. Which is exactly why I am laying on the ground with a type two floating above me.

Though I expected at that moment to be killed or at least injured. But I wasn't. Lockwood swung his rapier in between the ghost and me, pulling me up as it disappeared for a few seconds. He held me behind him. Throwing himself in danger.

Usually, he was reckless, always through everyone in danger, but now he is protecting me. I felt guilt run through me as he begins to fight off the now reappeared.

It has been weeks of us dancing around what could be feelings for each other. We are always putting each other first. It was getting to the point that now Lucy and George were teasing us. But we couldn't love each other, we couldn't. Not with what we do for work.

One of us is bound to end up dead, leaving the other heartbroken. We cannot love each other. But here we are, loving each other so much that we would throw ourselves in danger for the other person.

I was quick to push Lockwood out of the way and start fighting it myself. Using my rapier as well as any salt bombs I could quickly grab. The ghost evaporated a few seconds later, leaving me to put back my rapier and look lockwood in the face as we waited for the others.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing?" My voice was loud, our breathing was heavy as were exhausted.

"Saving you," His voice was much calmer than mine as if he didn't see what he did wrong.

I don't think I will ever admit this, but my heart fluttered when he stepped in and saved me. But it was dumb and reckless and he could have gotten hurt. It would have been my fault.

"No, you were throwing yourself in danger," I spat at him. "I would have been fine."

"You call that fine? You were nearly ghost-touched!" His voice was now reaching louder levels as he talked to me. "I couldn't let you get hurt!"

"You could've gotten yourself hurt!"

"I don't care. I couldn't live with myself if you got hurt, I couldn't." The argument was loud now, making tears threaten to leave my eyes, but they haven't yet. But if I wasn't mistaken Lockwood's eyes were watering too.

"I care, Lockwood, I fucking care."

"Why? Why do you care so fucking much about me?"

"God, Lockwood, must you be so dense? I love you. I have always loved you."

We stood for a second, scared to move. Tears had now started spilling down my cheeks as I just stared at him. Not sure what to feel anymore.

"I know, we can't be together. Because one of us is going to end up dead, the other heartbroken. But that doesn't mean I don't love you, Lockwood," My voice cracked, making my words sound less harsh than I intended.

"You would think that would give us more reason to date. Honestly, I am so fucking scared of losing you. The thought of seeing you die before I even get the chance to kiss you doesn't seem right."

"Oh stop with your charm, Lockwood, you know we will both end up hurt," I sounded more unsure than I wanted.

"Please, y/n. I know you are scared, but I think I would be more hurt knowing that you died without me telling you that... I love you," The last words, were more of a whisper as he inched towards me.

Oh, how, I hate the adrenaline rush for making me do what I am about to do next.

I move forward with a harsh step and grab his tie, forcing his lips onto mine. I kissed him. Although I was still angry, this kiss seemed aggressive but passionate. When I pulled away, we both sat there in shock.

To think, we are fighting for our lives, but a simple kiss scares us more.

"So does that mean you'll be my girlfriend?" He asked, his voice was a whisper now.

Before I could answer, I heard the door open, causing me to look over to see George and Lucy analyzing our position, giving us questioning looks. I froze for a second, before letting go of his tie and walking away from him. I turned around slightly, giving him a smile, before walking to go talk to our friends.

It's odd how after so many near-death experiences, it took just one more to make us admit our feelings. Almost as if that was scarier than NEARLY DYING.

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gaintsnowflake · 2 years ago

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Hey, would you write Anthony Lockwood x reader,in which the reader is the goddaughter of Inspector Barnes. Barnes catches them together in bed(at Barnes' house) and locks Lockwood in a cell, but at the urging of the reader, he releases Lockwood. The next day, Lucy and George find out about it over breakfast and laugh about the whole situation for the rest of the day. Thanks in advance

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PAIRING : Anthony Lockwood x fem!reader

ONESHOT : in which lockwood gets arrested after his found in your bed, which is one hell of a story.

TRIGGERS : getting arresetd

A/N : I hope you enjoy this, if this isn't what you were hoping for, please dm me and I will do write it again or if you want an extention. I couldn't figure out how to write this well, but it was still fun to write all the same, thank you so much for this request! Please ignore any spelling and grammar errors, this is not proof-read!

WORD COUNT : 1.1k

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THE DOOR creaked open, startling me. I quickly sat up from my position next to Anthony. Grabbing at my blanket, trying to cover his face, hoping he wouldn't make any noise.

"I forgot to tell you goodnight, so goodnight, also I may not be back until..." Montagu Barnes, my godfather, drew out his words as he looked at the lump of a body under the blanket. "Who is in your bed y/n?"

His voice was stern, causing me to slightly panic. I was quick to look next to me to see if I could try to cover for it by saying it was pillows, or the blanket was bunched. It was very clearly a tall figure and there was no way I was getting passed that.

"No one, Mont, what are you talking about?" I tried my best to sound confused, but there was a panicked look on my face.

"Whose there?" He asked again, his voice in a warning tone.

"Are you sure you don't want to get your eyes checked Barnes?" I joked, moving slightly.

Montagu ignored my comment and walked towards the bed, I shuffled slightly to try to get him to stop, but he was already pulling up the covers by the time I was able to reach his hand. He fully pulled them off to reveal Anthony Lockwood, laying down with wide eyes. He was in a white shirt and sweatpants.

"Oh, hello Inspector Barnes! What a surprise seeing you here!" He sat up and gave him his signature grin.

"What are you doing in y/n's bed, Mr. Lockwood?" He asked, crossing his arms.

"y/n? I don't know who that is," He tried to cover, using his favourite 'never seen them before in my life' lie.

"Get up Lockwood, I am taking you to DEPRAC for trespassing," Montagu pulled him out of bed by his arm and kept a hand on his shoulder.

"Montagu, please, we didn't do anything I swear," I pleaded, now getting out of bed on the opposite side. "Don't lock him up, he didn't do anything."

"You, be quiet, we are talking about this when I get home." He pointed at me and walked out the door with Anthony in his hold.

Anthony looked back and mouthed a sorry before Montagu closed the door behind them. Leaving me to get shake my head in silence. I was quick to decide that I needed to go help Anthony. I put on my normal clothes instead of the pyjamas I was wearing for bed.

As soon as I was ready, I went out the door, to see that they were both already gone. Wasting no time, I gather my things and went I went outside, locking the door behind me. I saw Montagu's car turning the corner by the time I turned around. I was quick to run down the street, following behind. To an odd convince, there is a cab station not far from the house, only a block or two.

Once I was there, I got a cab, asking it to take me to DEPRAC. Once I was there I paid and went inside, saying hi to the normal workers and went straight towards Montague's office.

I didn't knock, I just opened the doors and interrupted a conversation between him and Sergeant Wade. I gave an annoyed look, walking in and crossing my arms.

"Hi Wade," I greeted, ignoring her confused and frustrated stare. "Mont, where did you put Lockwood?"

"I told you, I arrested him for trespassing, now go home, we will discuss this in the morning," He shooed me away.

"No, we are going to discuss this now," I didn't budge when he stood up and stood in front of me.

It wasn't often that we fought, but when we did, it was often loud and harsh. Just like it would be now.

We stood there for a few moments, just staring at each other, wondering who would make the first "attack." It was him. That is what started an hour-long argument between the two of us, which has now led to me on the ground in tears begging for him to let Anthony go.

"Fine! Fine! I will let him go," He finally cracked, which made me smile and jump up.

"Great, let's go get him! Oh and I am staying at his for the night," I looked to see a face about to argue with me again and cut him off. "Don't even try fighting me on this."

"Whatever, let's just go let Lockwood out," He grumbled, taking to the cells.

It was dark down there, quiet given there weren't many people there. We eventually stopped outside of one, where Lockwood sat on his bed. He must have heard us because he looked up and gave Montagu a shit-eating grin and walked towards the bars.

"Good evening Inspector Barnes, I see your y/n here has convinced you to let me out," He gave me a much warmer smile before returning his look to Montagu.

"Don't get too cocky now Lockwood, I can still put you behind these bars," He unlocked the lock and opened the bar door, letting Anthony walk out.

"Don't worry Inspector Barnes, I don't plan on returning anytime soon," He said, now standing next to me.

"Just, keep them safe," he threatened before bidding us goodnight, leaving us to leave for 35 Portland Row.

It is now morning, breakfast is on the table thanks to our wonderful chief, George Karim. I was sitting next to Anthony, across from Lucy. We all just got up so we were enjoying the silence.

"Why did you guys get home so late? Also, I thought you were staying at Barnes," Lucy asked, yawning a bit.

"Our plans kind of got ruined when Inspector Barnes caught us and arrested me," Anthony responded, shrugging it off like it was truly, no big deal.

"What the fuck?" George asked, setting down a final plate in front of us, before sitting next to Lucy.

"You got arrested?" Lucy questioned.

We explained the whole story, being sure to leave out the details of why exactly Anthony was in my bed. This left us joking about the whole thing only twenty minutes later, which I am sure will become an ongoing joke in this house. How often can you say that Anthony bloody Lockwood got ARRESTED because your godfather found him your bed? Not many, which makes it one hell of a story.

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