#Lucy carlyle x reader

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Lockwood & Co Headcanons

Sharing a bed with them

George

- probably isn't a massive cuddler

- but will have one of his limbs flung over you to make sure you're still there

- he probably wakes up first most mornings, gazing at your blurry form until he remembers to put on his glasses

- there are always glasses of water next to the bed and you gotta be careful not to knock them over when getting in or out

- there's generally a couple of books at the end of the bed that George forgot to take back to the library

- before you fall asleep, he kisses the top of your head

- he definitely makes the bed every morning

Lucy

- one hundred percent a little spoon

- she likes to feel you wrapped around her, it helps her feel safe

- you probably end up breathing in her hair but it doesn't matter cos you're close to each other

- there's about a hundred teacups on the bedside table, most of them half full from drinking them before passing out

- she almost curls up like a cat, and when you don't spoon, you often end up with her on top of you, limbs splayed everywhere

- it's a tad warm but neither of you mind. you're close, you're safe, and you're relaxed

Lockwood

- big spoon. likes to know he's protecting you, even at night

- there's a thousand blankets on the bed, most of which get kicked off every night

- he still layers them on there though. just in case you get cold

- he doesn't sleep much but knowing that you're asleep in his arms help him to relax

- on the rare occasion that you wake up and he's fast asleep, you daren't move, not wanting to wake him

- he never makes the bed other than tossing the blankets back on it

[cameronspecial]

Masterlist

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Rafe Cameron

Drew Starkey

Zach MacLaren

Anthony Lockwood

George Karim

Evan Buckley

Tom Holland

Peter Parker

[gayandfairycore]

Marmalade and mischievous mornings

Summary: spending a morning in 35 portland row, regular shenanigans ensue between the four of you.

Word count: roughly 800 words(?)

A/n: this is my first time writing for lockwood and co. So I hope I did the characters justice! Feedback is muchly appreciated but please do be kind, This is not proof read.

The smell of toast, and marmalade filled the little kitchen at 35 Portland row, the comforting yellow light of the kitchen casted a warm shadow over the inhabitants of the house. The thinking cloth white, and yet covered in inky black doodles, and words scrawled messily down on the white tablecloth. the biscuit crumbs that seeming always found home on the table had began to make your arms itch as you sat next to your friends around the table, a warm cup of tea in hand.

As an ever drying pen is left uncapped, and discarded. The soft linen curtains blew in the mid morning air a conversation started to arise between the group of four. The conversation went a little something like George rattling on about the case they had just completed, Lucy calling the fact that it was clearly was not a low level type one and was actually very strong type two and that George was getting rusty on his research skills.

you couldn’t help finding it a bit funny that everyone around the table were in their pjs having a slow morning like usual to rejuvenate themselves after exhausting nightly escapades.

you couldn’t help finding it a bit funny that everyone around the table were in their pjs having a slow morning like usual to rejuvenate themselves after exhausting nightly escapades.

you couldn’t help finding it a bit funny that everyone around the table were in their pjs having a slow morning like usual to rejuvenate themselves after exhausting nightly escapades.

you couldn’t help finding it a bit funny that everyone around the table were in their pjs having a slow morning like usual to rejuvenate themselves after exhausting nightly escapades.

you couldn’t help finding it a bit funny that everyone around the table were in their pjs having a slow morning like usual to rejuvenate themselves after exhausting nightly escapades.

you couldn’t help finding it a bit funny that everyone around the table were in their pjs having a slow morning like usual to rejuvenate themselves after exhausting nightly escapades.

George had yet again refused to wear trousers, Lockwood a plain white tshirt on, as opposed to his regular suit and cut tie. Lucy an oversized shirt, and some comfy shorts, you having adorned something quite similar to Lucy. opting for a band shirt, pj shorts and some fluffy socks. It didn’t look like only last night three out of the four had almost died, in fact it looked as if the four of them had just had a slumber party.

Sadly it wasn’t a slumber party, instead they spent majority of last night running for their lives in a panic, away from a powerful ghost that they were unprepared to face. so majority of the group were surely going to be aching for the next few days.

munching down on a piece of toast and sipping your tea, the warmth from the chipped glass radiated to your hands, the steam from your tea momentarily being inhaled. a soft smile graced your features as you sipped your tea, Lucy and George’s bicker had yet to be stifled.

When you joined the agency Lockwood had actually warned you to usually just tune them out, that’s what he did. It made you laugh originally but dwelling on it now you’ve decided tonight you’ll pull him aside an ask him to teach you to tune out the friendly bickering.

“clearly you’re just a bit rubbish of a ghost hunter then!” George yelled, clutching his biscuit as he swung out his hands, shrugging his shoulders.

“Rubbish?!” Lucy exclaimed in faux outrage, a piece of buttered toast hanging from her mouth as she spoke the gravity of her exclamation declining as it came out muffled by the aforementioned toast.

“I am not rubbish, george karim! how many times have I come to your rescue? Hmm. You wouldn’t call me rubbish then!” The brunette persisted pointing her half eaten toast piece at him her eyes glared at the boy.

Knocking the piece of toast away from himself, “that’s different!” He retorted as slumped back in his chair slightly coy smile adorning his features.

“Oh is it?” The brunette raised her eyebrows her voice no longer yelling, George gulped quietly slumping impossibly deeper in his chair at the girl, her voice lowered in a warning. The same warning voice she used when they had first met. Watching the scene play out from across the table, toothy grin on your face as you admired your friends, your eyes caught Lockwoods. majority of his face hidden behind a crumpled and tea stained newspaper.

You watched as he shook his head at his friends antics, chuckling into his tea cup. Your eyes meeting in a silent melancholic comforting moment.

your attention only moving when you heard your name called, ”cmon y/n back me up!” Lucy’s expecting gaze told you that you had missed something.

Your eyes darting between the pair nodding unsurely and feigning confidence as you replied with an “oh yeah, absolutely what she said.” Before tilting your head in subtle exasperation taking a large sip of your tea, to mask your embarrassment of admiring Lockwood so much that you had managed to tune out the pair.

“No! Y/n how could you!” George exclaimed mock outraged taking over his expression as he slumped back in defeat, Lucy’s laughter filled the air, a lost expression passed over your face as you glanced between the pair, Lockwood pulling you into his side to answer your unspoken question,

“she just stated she’s the better researcher than him, and that anyone would agree she could do it with her eyes closed.” Lockwood smirked stifling a chuckle as he let go of your arms “and you just agreed with her”

The boy smirked, flicking out his news paper with flourish.

Your mouth formed a ‘o’ at the revelation, before a cocky smirk overtook your face “I mean George may be a the best researcher- No offence, Luce-” you pause, looking at their confused and impatient faces with a coy smile hands in in the air as you point to them.

“But what I want to know is, whose the best ghost hunter?” Leaning back in your chair you watch as chaos ensues clasping your hands tigether like you were an old villain

“I’m sorry?”

“Excuse me?”

Both Lucy and Lockwood exclaim, the latter dropping his news paper onto the table and the force shaking and spilling his tea.

A silence formed over the room, as George watched as his competitive friends began to turn on eachother in friendly competition.

“No offence Lockwood, you may be a prodigy and all that but it’s got to go to Lucy!”

“Y/n!” Lockwood exclaimed his eyes darting wildly as his mouth agape

George reclining in his seat as he stifles a laugh lockwood whirling around to face the boy attempting to look serious and upset.

“George- do you think this is funny?!” The ebony haired boy exclaims, as a chuckle breaks midway through his facade as he speaks.

A mischievous grin adorns George’s face as he replies “I do actually I think this is very funny!”

“Lucy cmon back me up here!?” Lockwood pleads his hands together in a prayer eyebrows raised

“Sorry Lockwood!” Lucy retorts “But y/ns right I’m just the superior ghost hunter.” The girl replies straightening her posture and flipping up imaginary jacket cuffs.

A plan begins to formulate in lockwoods mind “Well if it’s like that then” he states before pulling you into him and tickling you

Between bouts of giggles you exclaim “lockwood! Lockwood! No! Oh cmon!”

His fingers never stopping their assault at your side no matter how much you try to wriggle away, he only stops tickling you to bargain

“Say that I’m the best ghost hunter you’ve ever known!”

Struggling to breathe through your laughter you chuckle out an estranged “No!”

Lockwood smirks “Alright then.”

His fingers moving at your sides painfully fast breathlessness taking over you, as tears well in your eyes loud laughter fills the kitchen.

pouting your lips you exclaim in defeat“okay! Okay! You’re the best ghost hunter I’ve ever known!”

Lockwood stops his assault at your sides smiling and slinging his arm over your shoulder before he taunts the brown eyed girl

“see Luce, there’s only one person here whose the best ghost hunter-“ mischievous looks are shared between you, George, and Lucy. As you move yourself from under the arms of the boy.

Lucy exclaims a “sorry Lockwood! But it’s not you, george get him!” And with her exclamation both you and george begin to ambush the boy flinging your body onto his back watching as he loses his footing. Your arms wrapped tightly around his neck like he was giving you a piggyback.

“Ah- uh oh!” His yells voice high pitched and shrieking laughter fills the room despite the mess that had somehow accumulated over the time you had been in a tickle fight.

The spilled tea over old newspaper clippings a spilled tub Or marmalade staining the thinking cloth

As the sound of a camera flashing momentarily blinds both you and Lockwood as you both come toppling down the wooden floor your body above lockwoods.

Bashfulness blooms in your chest “oh uh sorry-“

Lockwoods narrows his eyes in disappointment “No it’s quite alright” he murmurs. Moving to sit up on his elbows a look of surprise takes over his face as you turn to look behind you

Your two friends about to dog pile you both both you and Lockwood exclaim almost at the same time “George, Lucy you don’t have to do this!”

The two share a glance at eachother before flinging their bodies onto you both collectively collapsing your attempts to get up. groans leaving you and Lockwood at the added weight.

[bella-rose29]

the jockwood universe (college au)

basically jockwood is a thing now, and these are the generic world building hc's of this au :)

essentially what's going to happen is a bunch of x reader fics set within this universe, all probably slightly different but every one of them set with this same background to them, so... yeah!

(also a special thank you to the multiverse of George for helping answer my pestering questions)

Lockwood is on the football team/part of the university football society

Also the fencing society

George and Lockwood are friends from high school but are in separate circles in college

George is also on the ice hockey team 

Kipps is on the football team too

When they were like… preteens or something Kipps and Lockwood had a friendly football match where they were on opposing teams

Lockwood’s team beat Kipps’ by… a lot (and Kipps totally isn’t bitter about it)

Holly is a student rep

Lucy is in debate club and fencing

Skull is a campus cat who hisses and scratches everyone but Lucy

He’s called Skull bc he’s got a weird patch on his head that looks a bit like a skull

And also Lucy seems to always know what Skull wants?? It’s like she can actually talk to him or something 👀

Barnes is a very tired senior lecturer who is the academic advisor to the trio + Holly and Kipps, and he wishes they would stop hogging his office hours

The Winkmans are a family who live in town and sit on their porch every morning shouting abuse at people who walk past

Bobby!!! On the football team and also in band (plays the clarinet probably)

Kate and Ned as well - both on the football team and hang out with Kipps obviously, along with Bobby

Rotwells College is in the same town/city and often competes against the Fittes university (that Penelope is head of)

Flo goes to Rotwells’ and is in their fencing society, but she sneaks onto the Fittes campus all the time to feed the ducks and throw frozen peas at passing students

Visitors - there’s a lot of local folklore and haunted buildings, and Lockwood and Co go and investigate because they’re Like That

Technology is modern, and as such they have phones

And group chats

Obviously Lockwood and Co is the name of Lockwood, Lucy, George, and Holly’s group chat

Lockwood is surprisingly old-fashioned when it comes to technology though? Like he has a record player and cassette tapes in his room that he just whips out every now and then

People’s courses/degrees!

Lockwood’s course is chemical engineering with fine art/art history

George - chemistry

Lucy - English (language and literature)

Holly - English literature + publishing

Kipps - Architecture (but he’s a dick about it)

Ned - Spanish/Spanish + international development

Kat - chemical engineering

Bobby - history

Flo - classical and archaeological studies

tag list:

@no-morning-glories, @t2sh0, @informedimagining, @strawberryloveyyy, @chameleon021, @demigoddess-of-ghosts, @genderfluid-anime-goth, @cottagecore-babe, @ahead-fullofdreams, @light-23, @locknco, @briar-rose23, @mischivana, @ell0ra-br3kk3r, @superpositvecloudshipper, @mrsyixingunicorn10, @mitskiswift99, @anathemaloren, @ran23sblog, @taygrls, @dangelnleif, @el-de-phi, @augustisintheair, @wordsarelife, @tournesol77, @novelizt, @anthonylockwoodandco111, @curseofhecate, @karensirkobabes, @mrsklockwood, @whenselenefallsinlove, @zoom1374, @a-taken-url

and the multiverse of George (of course): @avdiobliss, @neewtmas, @oblivious-idiot, @bobbys-not-that-small, @lewkwoodnco, @uku-lelevillain, and @maraschinomerry 💕

I'm aware that there are a lot of people and if I've forgotten you then I am so so sorry (my tag lists are all over the place whoops), so if there is anybody who wants to be added to my lockwood tag list, then please go here!

I am aware that it has been a while, but from now on I will be checking this post every time I write a new fic to see who is there, so head on over to give a comment or a like and I'll pop you on for next time! <3

[lady-ashfade]

Lockwood & co x reader crack

Warnings: Sexual jokes, just some incorrect quotes and things i find funn, and swearing. Nothing to bad…But there is some that I will warn you about the have sexual things, 

*3am while the team researches a case and making plans*

Y/n opnes her mouth and everyone groans: You don’t even know what I was going to say.

Lockwood: It’s never good, plus you’re tired and we all know how your brain gets.

Y/n: It was a question, one that has been on my mind.

George actually proud she wants to know something new: And what would that be?

Y/n: So a spirit can get attached to anything, and it can be its source?

George nods*

Y/n: So that means a dildo can be a source.

Lucy hits her head on the table.

Lockwood sighs and pinches his nose.

George throws his book at her.

*****************

Y/n trying to convince lockwood to let her do a case alone*

Y/n: I’ve solved a lot of cases for us.

Lockwood: And yet cases continue to come in.

Y/n: Alright. * Leaves*

*****************

The team in a house searching for clues then they all hear screaming*

Y/n running passed them: She doesn’t like to be called hot- Or maybe it was the milf part-* Gets something thrown at her*

Lockwood: Then stop saying shit like that!

*****************

George walking out of his room in a big t-shirt and no pants

Y/n: But when I take off my shirt it’s a big deal!

Lockwood: I have no rules about that.

Lucy: Me either-

George: Can’t I get one night of peace-

*****************

Y/n sitting on the couch with a book in her hands

George walks in and stops midway and backs up slowly and runs away.

*Five minutes later they are all standing at the doorway watching y/n likes she’s a alien*

Lockwood with his hand going for the rapier: Y/n, what are you doing?

Y/n looks up: I found this cool picture book, look at this shit. * Holds it up and shows a picture of some dinosaurs*

They all sigh in relief knowing she never reads-Or unsure if she can actually read.

*****************

Lockwood: Does anyone have a idea on how to get inside?

Y/n raises their hand

George: Without slides or trampolines.

Y/n puts her hand back down

Lockwood nods: Okay-

 *****************

George reading and sensing he’s being watched and looks over to see y/n staring at him

George: What?

Y/n: You’re really pretty.

George: wHAt? * Voice crack*

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Them all get ready for the dance and y/n walks in with red lipstick

Lucy: Woah! What lipstick is that?

Y/n: Cursed wife.

Lucy: Can I have some?

Y/n nods: Sure! * Walks over to her and kisses her lips and walks off like nothing happened*

Lockwood and George and even Lucy are confused

[stvrchaser]

so… how’s the demand for lockwood & co. fics looking?

[saltwaterburns]

everyone adores you (at least i do)

ANTHONY LOCKWOOD who makes possibly the best morning pancakes in London, just for you.

ANTHONY LOCKWOOD who is impossible to go to Tesco with, for he will slowly slip things into the trolley, going unnoticed by you until you reach the check-out.

ANTHONY LOCKWOOD who likes to sneak up behind you and wrap his arms around your middle, pressing his face to the crook of your neck, murmuring sweet nothings.

"You look so pretty, why're you in the kitchen? Tell Lucy or George to come downstairs and come be with me :("

ANTHONY LOCKWOOD who had the hardest time letting his walls down for you, but when you held him as he cried, the little boy in him finally felt safe.

ANTHONY LOCKWOOD who never ever forgets to remind you how cherished you are by him.

ANTHONY LOCKWOOD who acts annoyed whenever you wear his coat, but the butterflies in his tummy say otherwise.

ANTHONY LOCKWOOD who acts all grown up and independent, often times rejecting your help, forgetting he is just a boy.

ANTHONY LOCKWOOD who gets excited whenever you ask about the artifacts cluttering the shelves of his home.

ANTHONY LOCKWOOD who hates pickles, yet still orders his cheeseburger WITH them, so he can give them to you.

ANTHONY LOCKWOOD who would rather sacrifice himself for you than think of a plan where everyone (including him) is safe.

ANTHONY LOCKWOOD who undoubtedly falls for you more and more every time he sees you bonding with Lucy or George.

ANTHONY LOCKWOOD who had to be convinced for MONTHS just so you could style his hair.

ANTHONY LOCKWOOD who was pleasantly surprised when you told him you preferred his dark eyes over any light ones.

ANTHONY LOCKWOOD who swears he hears wedding bells in his head when you start making him fresh orange juice every morning.

ANTHONY LOCKWOOD who comes into your room one evening and asks if you could put rainbow butterfly clips into his hair.

ANTHONY LOCKWOOD who pouts like a child when you usher him out of your room where you and Lucy are painting each others nails and gossiping.

ANTHONY LOCKWOOD who groans dramatically when you tell him all the experiments you've done with the skull along with George

ANTHONY LOCKWOOD who is the master of rizz jokes.

ANTHONY LOCKWOOD who every year on your birthday gifts you a piece of jewellery his mother used to adore.

ANTHONY LOCKWOOD who is strangely good at making flower crowns.

ANTHONY LOCKWOOD who falls asleep by the tv, his head on your lap.

ANTHONY LOCKWOOD who insists you cuddle him inside his shirt.

ANTHONY LOCKWOOD who loves being the big spoon.

ANTHONY LOCKWOOD who always takes you out to fancy pancy restaurants.

ANTHONY LOCKWOOD who doesn't really want to let you out on missions, not because he thinks you can't handle it (because you can), but because he is terrified at the thought of you getting hurt.

ANTHONY LOCKWOOD who insists that you guys need a dog in this house.

ANTHONY LOCKWOOD who isn't very keen on nicknames, but loves it when you call him Anthony in the middle of the night.

ANTHONY LOCKWOOD who tastes like fresh mint and sweet peach whenever you kiss him.

[starzortega]

I want to request Anthony Lockwoodxfem!reader, where Anthony meets the reader and immediately falls for her, but she doesn't notice because she's very socially awkward. Also, she is Inspector's Barnes niece, so they always meet each other after a case when DEPRAC shows up. Lockwood always flirts with her, but she doesn't think his being serious. When she calls him Lockwood, he tells her to call him Anthony. That surprises George and Lucy, and they tease him for it. The reader is also starting to fall for Anthony , but she doesn't think he could ever like her back. The reader and Lucy start becoming very good friends, so she's around Portland Row a lot. After a case goes wrong, Anthony is injured, and the reader gets mad at him about being reckless. They get into an argument, which leads to an angry confession.

Stars upon the face

Masterlist

Warnings: a lil bit of angst and mention of being st!bbed

Word count: 689

Pairing: Anthony Lockwood x fem!reader

A/n:Thank you so much for this request!! I didn’t do the whole request as I’m really new to this but I hope you enjoy it <33

I’m really sorry if this is bad!! This is my first fic ever!!

Feel free to send in more requests <3

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“Please look at me” Lockwood voiced, staring at Y/N.

With tear-rimmed eyes, she looks over her shoulder meeting his eyes, breathing erratic.

“Was it worth it Lockwood? Worth almost dying” Raising her voice anger lacing her words as she turned back around and walked through into the kitchen.

“Listen, I had it under control. I would've been fine.” he grits his teeth, holding back a breath as he leans against the kitchen counter.

Stepping towards him, Y/N snorted “Really? Well if you had it under control we wouldn’t be in this situation right now!! I mean look at you, you were stabbed, Lockwood. Sometimes I feel like you go in harm's way on purpose” Her voice wavers, tears streaming down her face.

His face softens lightly, They’d known each other for almost a year, meeting after a case that went terribly wrong yet again.

She had been with her uncle Inspector Barnes when the team of Lockwood and co staggered out of the Combe Carrey Hall. He was angry. Really angry. Uncle Barnes after a bad day often vented to the young girl about the troubled trio, saying they were dragging Fites through the mud, employing people who didn't have the right grades, practically making Barnes’ job more difficult. Much to her uncle's dismay, Y/N began harbouring a small crush on the determined Lockwood even though she had never even spoken to the boy. Walking over to the group that just walked out of the Building with her uncle, Y/N stood giving the trio an apologizing look as her uncle shouted at them she kept her head down embarrassed by her uncle's frantic. Since that day, Y/N kept bumping into them after cases or even just out stocking up on salt bombs often stopping and chatting to them for a while. That was until one day Lucy offered for Y/N to come back to their home Portland Row for a cup of tea and biscuits. I mean how could you say no?

Now, it being almost a year since Combe Carrey Hall, they have all gotten close. Portland Row felt like Y/N's home she was there practically every day, always staying too late so she’d bunk with Lucy in the attic.

“So what’s going on between you and Lockwood?” Asked Lucy one day, she was led on her stomach looking up at Y/N.

“What do you mean?” She replied, confusion written on her face.

“Come on, you don’t see it? The way he looks at you isn’t the way friends look at each other.”

Y/N shakes her head “We’re just friends I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You think that?” Lucy raises her eyebrows

“Well.. yes he doesn’t like me like that.”

“Well, what do you feel for him? Do you like him?”

Y/N's face flushes red “Well er I think so? anyway change of topic I don't feel like talking about it anymore”

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“Lockwood, I'm just looking out for you. I know you’re just trying to protect Lucy or George but please just think about how I’d feel if something bad happened to you. I need you, Anthony.” Her voice cracks, Sobs emitting from her mouth. Lockwood grabs her wrist and pulls her to him, wrapping his arms around her waist and letting her wet his shoulder.

“Lockwood I don’t think you understand how much I need you here I don’t even know what I’d do if-“

“Hey, I’m here. I'll try. I promise I’ll try to be less careless, okay? I’m so sorry dove.”

Lockwood pulls back their faces close together, their eyes lock looking at each other with pure love.

Her eyes move from his eyes to his lips and back to his eyes again, parting her lips ever so slightly.

Lockwood moves one of his hands to cradle her face.

“Can I kiss you?” Whispers Lockwood, smiling when Y/N nods vigorously bringing her closer to slot their lips together.

Their lips move in a synchronized rhythm only parting when they run out of breath.

“I really like you.”

“I really like you too.”

[neewtmas]

ʟᴏᴄᴋᴡᴏᴏᴅ & ᴄᴏ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

ʟᴏᴄᴋᴡᴏᴏᴅ & ᴄᴏ ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛ ᴄᴀʟᴇɴᴅᴀʀ

Masterpost

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ᴇᴅɪᴛꜱ

Masterpost

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ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ

what they do when you’re stressed with classes* (Lockwood, George)

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ɢᴇᴏʀɢᴇ

ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ

The Haunting of Abbey House 

ʙʟᴜʀʙꜱ

Jealousy

ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ

Jealous   Part 2

Nightmares Part 2

Kisses in the Rain

Maybe You’re The Idiot

A Fateful Bus Ride

Brother Knows Best (collab with @givemea-dam-break, her masterlist here)

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ʙʟᴜʀʙꜱ

Overheard Conversation

ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ

Tipsy Part 2

Sibling Squabble (sibling!reader)

What’s Mine is Yours

A Bouquet of Tulips

A Mission For Two 

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The Letters I Never Sent 

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As The Clock Struck Twelve (Regency AU)

X (major angst)

[genieofthebooks]

Chaos of 35 Portland Row

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

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

Warnings: Swearing, Chaos.

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

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

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

Lucy, spraying Lockwood: You FUCKING DUMBASS!

Lockwood: Dude, I forgot-

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

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

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Lockwood: Guess what I'm about to get!

Y/n: On my nerves.

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Y/n: Is this a good idea?

Y/n: Probably not.

Y/n: Do I care?

Y/n: No

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Lockwood: What is love?

George: An emotional minefield.

Y/n: A neurochemical reaction.

Lucy: Baby don't hurt me.

-

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

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

-

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

Lucy: Yes she does.

George: Yes she does.

Y/n: Yes I do.

-

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

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

-

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

Lucy: Why?

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

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

-

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

George: What's the taser challenge?

Y/n: We tase eachother, then drink.

George: How do you win?

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

-

Lockwood: If you want my advice-

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

-

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

Lockwood: We need to distract the guards.

Y/n: Right.

Lockwood: What are we gonna do?

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

Lockwood:

Y/n:

Lockwood: Deal

-

Lockwood: I WOULD DESTROY THE WORLD FOR YOU!

Y/n: Okay, can you do the dishes?

Lockwood: No!

-

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

-

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

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

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

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

[justafandomgvrl]

Lockwood & Co Headcanons

First Kiss

Lucy

it's tentative, gentle, slow. she cups your face with one hand and holds your waist with the other. the two of you had been left behind by the boys as they went to the archive. lucy made you a cup of tea and the steam from the mugs heats both your faces as she leans in. you close the gap with a smile on your face.

George

it's a little bit awkward, his glasses bumping your nose. you have both your hands placed at the base of his neck. the two of you had been alone after a day of research and had gone for pizza. he leaned across the table and kissed you, a sudden surge of bravery pushing him to make a move after thinking of you for months. you're only too happy to reciprocate.

Lockwood

it's heated, his hands wrapping into your hair as he presses his lips to yours. the two of you just barely survived a mission, not having prepared properly. it just reminded him how easy it would have been to lose you and he couldn't take it. you were very, very happy to let him know you weren't planning on leaving anytime soon.

[givemea-dam-break]

lockwood and co masterlist

anthony lockwood

Real Out the Window (multipart) Will You Stay? Flowers Anthony (1) (2) You Left Patch You Up Like A Movie The Poltergeist Knight in Shining Armour The Flu Ephemeral (multipart) Jealousy Hidden by New Stars Goodbye Made Up Stay Checkmate Love (1) (2) Quite Fond Downfall (1) (2) Correct Me If I'm Wrong Like Real People Do Perfect How Could I Refuse? My Flower The Calm Before the Storm

george karim

Little Notes Pretty Touch I'm Here For You Nice To Meet You Maybe, Maybe, Maybe Brother Knows Best (collab with @neewtmas)

lucy carlyle

Roommates

locklyle

That Funny Feeling (1) (2) Because of Her

extras

5 Times George Missed Lucy + 1 Time He Admitted It You and Me, In Every Story

[ms-fade]

We need you

Request by @superpositvecloudshipper : lockwood x fem!reader × Lucy where they all have a heated make out session after a hard case that leads to maybe more...

Things this fic includes: They dom the reader, this is a smut for angst. I have never writes for a male x female x reader so I hope this turned out okay.

Warnings: Smut, dom couples, female receiving, the use of good girl. Spelling mistakes

“Son is bitch.” You whispered to yourself as you stretched out your body. Everything hurt and was cramping. There were a few times where cases go as bad as this one, and you came home wanting to sink in a whole and never come out. It wasn’t like you couldn’t handle yourself but on top of everything it somehow ended up with your team saving you.

You shook your head trying not to think about it anymore and you changed into your pjs. Tonight you picked shorts with hearts and a shirt that was soft a thin. It was really comfortable and you needed anything you could get. Looking at yourself in the mirror and brushed your hair, you looked like a wreak.

“Baby, you dressed?” You hear your girlfriend call from down the few steps of your shared room. You and Lucy used to share the room together, then the both of you and Anthony started dating so you changed rooms almost every night.

“Yeah, come in.” Your voice soft and quiet. You were drained and they could hear it in your voice. You saw Lucy walk up and Anthony following behind her. Feeling guilty, you looked away from their faces and looked at yourself. “Do you need anything?” You asked.

You saw them move closer and then right behind you, lucy placed her head onto of yours and threw her hands around your shoulders. You look up at her through the mirror and saw almost a pout, her face so soft and sweet. “We are just checking up on you, you didn’t say much on the ride home. And after.”

You sighed and looked down, the brush in your hand stopped and was placed on the dresses in front of you. “I just- I’m fine.” Pushing down any emotion that almost came out and tried to cover it. They saw right through you.

“I don’t think so.” You felt your chin being moved and your head turned to the side and that’s when your eyes met Anthonys. “We know you better, darling. Tell us what’s wrong.” His voice held so much care.

“I feel guilty, okay? I almost blew the case and then you had to save me- It just seems like I keep getting more useless.” Tearing up, and your voice cracked. You feel embarrassed and ashamed but it was true. In the passed few months you had put the team at risk.

“Don’t you dare think that.” Lucy spoke and put her head in your shoulder and her hands moved down to your waist. “You have saved us more times then we can count, you’re not useless. You are our beautiful girlfriend with such a soft soul, and a smart brain.” You chuckled as she kissed your head repeatedly.

“There’s that smile.” Anthony spoke with a smile. “That beautiful smile.” His hand reacted up to your cheek and rubbed the skin with his thump. His eyes looked down at you and you felt a slight tension when he flicked down to your lips. “We need you so much, let us show you how much.”

He leaned down and kissed your lips and you felt him sigh against your lips. While he moved along with your lips you felt lucy trail kisses on your neck. The arms she had around you tightened and you felt her body temperature get warmer. You moaned into his mouth when she sucked on the perfect spot.

“You okay with this?” Pulling himself back to make sure you were okay, they needed your permission. “Yes.” You grabbed his hand and nodded your head. Heat rises up in your cheeks and go slightly shy as they focused themselves on you.

The lead you back to the bed, it was Lucys because hers was the bigger one but it was also so soft. You looked at lucy and kissed her while you both sat down and lockwood ran his hands up your body. “I love you.” Lucy whisper against your lips and it made you smile. You whisper back to her, your hands going to her waist and down to the button on her jeans.

She grabbed your hands and pulled them away. “This is about you.” You blushed and huffed. “You need pleasure to.” Trying to make a point but your face was grabbed again as lockwood pulled you to him. “This is about you, now don’t get a attitude.” You swollen under his gaze. He only uses that voice when you got punished or he needed to make a point.

“Okay, I understand.” You accepted your fate. Lucy pushed you back onto the mattress and brushed the hair from your forehead, “Good girl.” You felt butterflies in your stomach from the nickname. This night was about you and for them to praise you, show you how much they loved you.

Lucy looked and lockwood and the seems to be thinking the same thing. Who was going to get where? Lucy smiled and pecked his lips, “You better make her feel good.” She smiled and teased him. Lockwood rolled his eyes playfully and moves down to the end of the bed and strokes his hand up your legs.

“Lets get that shirt off you.” Lucy tugged at your shirt and you followed to lift up your arms to get off the thin shirt. The slightly cold air hit your chest and you felt a little cold. Your nibbles already hard and pointed up. “So pretty.” She cupped your breast in her hands and gave them a few squeezes before running her fingers over the nibbles.

You closed your eyes as let out a quiet moan of pleasure. Lockwood smirked and decided it was his moment and pulled your shorts down to your ankles. You gasped and looked down at him and found him with that smirk. “She was having too much fun.” Of course.

He took the shorts off completely and you lifted your hips for him to get the last layer off and then you were completely nude. You finally realize that it was only you who was nude under their eyes and it got you embarrassed. But before you could close your legs Anthony’s hands stop them and his grip is was hard. “To perfect to try and hide.” You looked up Lucy and she agreed with him.

Five minutes later they had you a complete mess you didn’t care about being nude. You just wanted more.

“Fuck.” You whined and moved your hips. His fingers entered in and out at a fast pace. It was so good. While he tended to your pussy, lucy was laying beside you and rubbing your chest and giving your neck kisses.

“Look at her, Anthony. She’s such a mess.” Lucy teased as she wiped the tears off your cheek. The boy looked up with a smirk, “You should see her down here, she’s leaking so much.” You pouted a bit and huffed, they loved to make you embarrassed. Lucy kisses up your neck and then to your cheek, “Such a good girl for us. So pretty and perfect when you cry.” You looked up at her with almost puppy eyes, according to her.

She wanted to coo at you, “You wanna cum? Then why don’t you cum on his fingers for us.” You couldn’t decline because you were so close to cumming.

“Come on my fingers.” He breathy demanded as he picked up his speed. You cried out and closed your eyes and arched your back at him hitting the right spot repeatedly. Lucy watched your face crunch up and how you looked so cute when you got just the smallest stimulated.

She was wet herself and wanted nothing more then have you eat her out. How could you be so cute a sexy at the same time? And the way Anthony fucked you with his fingers got her excited for his cock as well.

Your hands reached onto Lucy’s waist to cling onto her for support as you felt your body about to come undone. They both watched you twitch and the squeal that came from your mouth as your pussy clinched around his fingers.

“That’a girl.” Anthony praised you as he pulled out his fingers and they were coved in your cum. You catch your breath and took a moment to gain yourself back. Opening your eyes you watched Lucy move to lockwood and lick his fingers clean.

Lockwood looked down at her with desire because it was sexy to watch. She was sucking on his fingers just to taste you. “We both need you my, darling.” He looked back at you. Lucy looked at you and finished with his fingers.

“So delicious.”

[bella-rose29]

lockwood and co head cannons - playing with hair

(some/a lot of this was influenced by the multiverse of george so thank you 😊)

Lockwood:

let's face it, he's got the hands for this

I imagine he's just really good at it

lazy evenings in the library or living room, sat curled up on a chair together while he strokes his fingers through your hair

super gentle but just the right amount of pressure

definitely puts you to sleep

while he has no idea how to braid hair, he definitely would learn how to if you wanted/had the right hair for it

he'd spend ages trying to do it properly too

probably stick his tongue out in concentration while he tried managing all the different sections of hair

maybe after a case, if it was particularly tough or tiring, he would just help you go to sleep even faster by sitting and playing with your hair

then there's the absent-minded touches

just brief moments where he reaches out to grab a bit/touch his fingers to your hair

just to know that you're still there

Lucy:

she has the perfect hair for running your fingers through

she'll do it for you as well

but more often than not you'll find yourselves sat in such a way that you can bury your fingers in her hair

either her head will be on your chest/stomach while you cuddle on the sofa

or you'll be sat on one of the chairs in the library and Lucy will come and sit between your legs, leaning back against you

and you start absentmindedly running your hands through her hair

if either one of you can't sleep at night for whatever reason then you can bet that whoever needs sleep more will have their hair played with until they fall asleep again

George:

while I don't think George would be a massive fan of playing with hair I do think that he would learn how to braid and other stuff if you wanted him to

but he'd much rather play with your hands than your hair

looking at how your fingers interlock with each other like puzzle pieces that he needs to figure out

feeling every callous and scar on your hands while you do the same for him

he'd be hesitant at first, unsure about initiating the contact

once you'd assured him that it was fine (and also that you thoroughly enjoyed it) he would do it a lot more

sometimes deliberate, nudging your hand with his until you realise what it is he's after and you gladly let him

other times he'll do it subconsciously, like when you're researching together and he'll suddenly start reaching for you and brushing his fingers over yours

or you'll be walking to/from the Archives together and his hand will knock against yours and seconds later he'll be holding your hand and playing with your fingers

tagging @bobbys-not-that-small, @oblivious-idiot, @neewtmas, @maraschinomerry, @lewkwoodnco because this is just a collected document of conversations we've had and I feel like you would appreciate

[v1olentdelights]

One of us

George Karim x reader - Lockwood & Co x reader word count: 2,545 TW: there are allusions to abuse but no outright mention of it, also extreme child neglect, so slay. The reader does cry, and has to confront the family. Summary: Running away from your family isn't easy, especially when you fell like they could be lurking around every corner. Thankfully you have found a safe place, hopefully they don't take that away from you a/n: sorry this one took so long to come out, I really wanted to do this request justice and I loved the idea. Hopefully it is written well, thank you very much! Also I think this is one of my longest pieces in a long time please be kind!

“And how did you stumble across us?” Lockwood asked. He had his ankles crossed underneath the table seated in an alarmingly relaxed manner. 

Well, you had remembered hearing stories about a Lockwood in your childhood, but you’re not really sure where it came from and you weren’t exactly sure who or what exactly Lockwood was. But that seemed like an absurd point to bring up because you didn’t know.

“I read about your company in the newspaper, and I saw the bit they did on the news a while back.” You had maintained eye contact with Lockwood seeing as he seemed to be the head of the company.

“But why are you coming here just now?” The girl, Lucy, asked. You thought about it for a moment, would you be truthful and risk the possibility of not being hired, or lie and risk the possibility of them finding out and firing you?

“I was tied up with another team, they… weren’t the best but I had to leave them properly so that it didn’t look or end too badly. Otherwise everything would have been a mess.” Half lie, half truth, if you didn’t explain it in too much detail, then it could be brought up at a later date and you wouldn’t technically be caught in a lie. Your so-called team was actually your family and they really weren’t the best people. But… leaving them properly, that wasn’t really true, you had run away in hopes of finding a better company with better people. It was quiet for a few good, awkward, minutes. You could tell the group was having a silent conversation through their facial expressions. 

“If you don’t mind we are just going to step out and talk this over. For the time being you can stay in here.” Lockwood had a polite smile on his face, all of them got up and left.  — Lockwood had handed George your papers you had provided, Lucy read them over his shoulder. 

“They advanced rather quickly.” he commented out loud. “It looks as though they had a lot of hospital trips though? DEPRAC called more times than we get.” George looked up at Lockwood with an expression of worry. In every way but that you seemed perfect. Your scores were good, you seemed to have accomplished plenty of jobs. But the amount of times you had been admitted to a hospital or had DEPRAC show up to your team scenes was a bit concerning. 

“Well if her scores are anything to go off of, then it must be something to do with her team!” Lucy seemed to really be rooting for you, if her comments (which were said loud enough for you to hear) were anything to go by. There was a shared look between all of them, though George’s expression held a bit more worry than the others he had to agree, you would make a great addition to the team. 

“So we all agree then?” Needing a verbal commitment from each other, to which they all agreed. So Lockwood nodded his head and then they filed into the room. You sat there, just like they left you with your hands in your lap. You would later find out that you were better at following orders than Lucy was, which both the boys would be grateful for. 

“Well…” You looked up at the sudden noise, and you were met with a hand in your face. Lockwood who was flanked by George on the left and Lucy on the right, “Welcome to the team.” His smile seemed reassuring yet held some mischievous undertones.  — You had been a part of the team for almost 3 weeks now, and it had certainly been an adventure. In that time span you have handled 2 cases and are now working on a 3rd. After Lucy’s reaction to Lockwood not listening, he learned to follow your request of not being mentioned in the news articles. 

George had stepped up to protect you a few times on the cases, which made your heart stutter. You were usually the one to step up and protect others, in fact you usually took all the heavy blows and all the blame for things that went wrong. While you were held responsible for your wrong doings or mess ups, Lockwood, Lucy, and George never made you feel like you were less (which was the lightest punishment for messing up with your family before). 

Lucy had informed you that George had taken a liking to you, which he hadn’t even done with her in her first month at the company. You brushed it off because you both simply researched together, drank coffee or tea together, and occasionally he would accompany you to the pastry shop. There were also only a few times he had stepped between you and the danger. But that was nothing, you would have done the same thing for him. You of course had been missing all the little hints he was dropping about like you. Like the way he knew how you took your tea, or how he would drape a blanket over you if you fell asleep on the couch, or how your sweatshirts that had been ruined by either blood or plasma would turn up on the end of your bed all cleaned up. 

Though unbeknownst to you, Lockwood had been doing some research. He trusted you after you had proved yourself on the cases, but something about you felt… weird.  — “Hey,” Lockwood had called out to you as you walked past the living room area. You turned back from your trek to the kitchen. 

“Yes?” For some reason your heart began to beat faster in anticipation. 

“I was just looking through some of your papers and going through it all ‘officially’.” He rolled his eyes because having to actually go through the papers sucked. “And I noticed something.” Your brain ran through every possible flaw, everything you had done wrong, all the occasions you were sent to the hospital because of an accident. 

“I promise I tried to leave peacefully. And I did fill out paperwork and gave it to the higher ups. But I couldn’t stay there anymore.” You could feel your eyes start to tear up with the fear that you would be asked to leave the company. His face immediately shifted to one of worry. 

“I wasn’t- I just noticed that your step father was my fathers brother. I hadn’t heard much about his family. Are you okay?” He stood up and put a hand on your shoulder in somewhat of a comforting manner. Willing away the unshed tears you forced a confused smile on your face. 

“I’m fine. I just thought something didn’t come through with the papers. So they were brothers?” It got easier to shove everything down inside with time. The look of concern didn’t leave his face but he carried on with the conversation. 

“Um, yes it seems so. Family reuniting is a wonderful thing, even if we didn’t know it.” his smile did come a bit easier but looked pain. Oh how you wish you could just wipe it off his face. You were used to the panic and worry that came with this territory, you didn’t want pity or worry. 

“Well.” you clasped your hands together awkwardly. “I think I’m just gonna go get that tea now. Thank you for this new information.” You then pat his arm and walk off.  — The next week had been weird and tense. After finding out that you and Lockwood, though he now insisted you call him Anthony, were cousins it was like you didn’t know how to act around one another. He also seemed to be worried about you all the time since your miniature almost break down. Lucy and George tried to create conversation between all of you in hopes that it would alleviate said tension, and when you were having the conversation it would, but after it came back.��

Aside from all that tension, you and George had gone from walking together to holding hands while walking together. You would smile at one another and the other would blush. There was no spoken title for you two, but everyone knew, even you two, that it was more than a friendship. 

You had been laying in his bed while he sat at his desk working on something, you just admired him. For the first time in a long time, he had been wearing pajama bottoms. His glasses were sitting lower than normal on his nose and his hair was a bit messy from running his hands through it.

“I can feel you staring.” He said without looking up at you.

“Yeah, and? I just can’t help it sometimes, you look so cute when you are focused. You do this little nose scrunch thing.” As you mentioned, he unintentionally did it before rubbing his nose to rid his face of it. Suddenly you got an overwhelming urge to kiss his nose, and his cheeks, and his forehead, and lips. Maybe it stemmed from your thought train of simply him, or it was his eyes that looked at you so brightly. 

So… you leaned over closer to him and kissed his lips quickly. Both of you froze for a moment, not knowing what to do. But then he scooted his chair closer and kissed you again, happily. It was only for a few moments but he rested his forehead against yours. 

“I think we should do that more often.” You could feel his smile.

“I think I agree.” You lifted your head a bit more to kiss him again. Though you would have liked to carry on with this you heard a knock at the door. With a little huff you got up and made your way to open the door. Anthony was a beat behind you. 

You weren’t sure who you were expecting, but it certainly wasn’t your family, especially in the early afternoon. 

“So this is where you went.” Your fathers voice triggered some kind of fear in you, no matter how hard you tried it would always be there. 

“Slipping away in the middle of the night isn’t very nice of you.” their voices felt too loud. You backed up a step and they took one forward, your mother reaching out grabbing hold of your wrist with a bruising hold. Letting out a yelp you tried to pull back but it only hurt you more. 

“Hey!” Anthony yelled before grabbing your mothers wrist and yanking it off of yours. “You do not get to just grab people, especially not my employees, so I suggest you take your leave before I call someone.” you hadn’t heard him be so angry before, and though your wrist was in pain you heart felt warm to have someone step up for you.

“They are our kid, and it would behoove you to remember that.” your father, who towered over Anthony, took yet another step forward, eyes remaining on you. George pushed past you to stand next to Anthony and Lucy had come up behind you and held you. 

“Don’t even think about taking another step.” George spoke now as Lucy had moved in front of you, a protective arm crossing your body. Though this time your father lunged past both the boys towards you. 

Your parents seemed to be in some kind of dazed state, only wanting you and not caring about any consequences. This was only proven by their unshaken gaze on you as the sirens grew louder. 

As they were being dragged off to the law enforcement cars, they were yelling curses at you. Your mother even dared to spit at your feet. George held you in his arms this time, Lucy rubbing her hand on your arm in a comforting motion. 

To say you were shaken was an understatement, but you tried not to let it show. You were taken back to the kitchen, a cup of tea was set in front of you and a zip up was draped over your shoulders. It always seemed to make victims feel better. 

Victim. That was a weird word you never thought you would describe yourself as. 

“Is that what you were talking about the other night? Leaving peacefully?” Anthony was staring directly at you, he was stuck between feeling hurt and worried. Why hadn’t you told him about any of this? Though why would you, it wasn’t like you even knew him a month ago.

“Yes.” it sounded meek, but it was all you could muster at the moment.

“Why didn’t you tell us? We could have protected you, or called someone!” Lucy exclaimed, not quite yelling but also not exactly talking at a normal volume, George had wrapped his arm around your shoulder as if it was an instinct. 

“I just-  I didn’t know how to tell you guys, and I didn’t want you to turn me away. I didn’t lie when I said I did all the paperwork. I did! But I left a note for my family saying that I was leaving. I couldn’t stand one more almost failed job blamed on me, I couldn’t take another doctor's visit for an ‘accidental’ broken bone or an unusual amount of bruises. I’m sorry.” you let the tears fall this time, because even though you were used to holding it in, you got tired. 

Lucy dropped down into a seat across from you and reached out to take your hand. It was quiet, for a long while, enough for your tea to cool down. 

“I wish I knew you, I wish I could have helped you sooner, I know I can never make up for lost time and for all the times I could have done something if I had known. But I hope you know that I won’t let anyone like that come near you again. You are one of us.” Anthony said quietly before getting up and giving you a hug from behind. “I need to fill out some paperwork for this very unfortunate event. Come get me if you need anything.” You shook your head in understanding. 

Lucy had practically fallen asleep holding your hand, so you nudged her and let her know you were okay. She barely smiled but squeezed your hand and left. 

“George.” You turned to him, only to find him staring back at you. “Can I stay with you tonight?” He simply took your hand and had you follow him to his room. Pulling back all his blankets he let you get into his bed first. You had cuddled up to him, your head resting on his chest, his arms wrapped around you. And though you didn’t feel perfectly fine, you felt a bit safer knowing he was right there.  — The next morning Anthony had looked for you hoping to clear up any confusion from last night, and to reassure you that you were still a part of the company. But when he didn’t find you in yours and Lucy’s shared room, the living room, or the kitchen, he checked George’s room. He opened the door quietly to be met with you and George facing one another, his arm thrown over your midsection and your face pushed close to his chest.  

[gay-dorito-dust]

Fic list

George Karim

Rock salt, shotgun shells and the smell of leather seats.

3am handholding (requested)

You have my heart (requested)

Your laughter brings me life (requested)

Worry me into grey hairs (requested)

Not a belated April fools prank (requested)

What if I asked you to come and watch the Heron birds with me hahaha jk…unless

Sleeping buddies (requested)

Reunited and it feels so good (requested)

Should’ve listened to me [sick fic] (requested)

The best damn freelancer (requested)

Ghost hunt botches, baked goods and a whole lot of banter (requested)

Anthony Lockwood

Over researching can be quite tiresome(requested)

The best damn freelancer (requested)

Cute confessions lead to even cuter actions (requested)

Wingmen, bets and a whole lot of testosterone (requested)

Part 2

Ghost hunt botches, baked goods and a whole lot of banter (requested)

Lucy Carlyle

The best damn freelancer (requested)

Hold me tight and not let go (requested)

Ghost hunt botches, baked goods and a whole lot of banter (requested)