#anthony lockwood headcanons

[wordsarelife]

lockwood & co masterlist

fluff (f), angst (a), suggestive (s), platonic (p), injury/ blood (w)

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𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝 (34.9k)

blank space (0.7k) — normally lockwood can hide his feelings quite well. that talent seems to fade every time someone tries to flirt with his y/n (f,s)

peace (0.5k) — y/n is all that Lockwood needs, especially in the quiet moments (f,a)

sweet nothing (0.8k) — eating breakfast in bed (f)

stay, stay, stay (1.3k) — you never leave a fight unresolved (f,a)

delicate (0.5k) — some flirty banter in a near death situation (f,s)

king of my heart (1.8k) — there was always this flirty banter between you, without anything ever happening. one day you grow tired of it and leave lockwood to make a choice (f,a,s)

treacherous (1.3k) — How can it be that two people who grew up together hate each other so much? lockwood and you find out that love and hate are closer together than you had thought (f,a,s)

cruel summer (1.3k) — there’s just one bed, luckily you are the most brilliant person lockwood knows… or are you? (f,s)

you belong with me (1.6k) — you have to flirt to finish a mission. much to the dismay of lockwood you are far too good at it (f,s)

the way I loved you (pt 2 of ybwm) (1.2k) — lockwood is protective of what is his and in his own definition, you belong to him (f,a,s)

london boy (1.0k) — lockwood and you finish a study about what defines the greatness of a kiss (f,s)

it's nice to have a friend (0.3k) — you pass out after a dangerous encounter with a ghost (a,f,w)

enchanted (1.0k) — lockwood and you have been in love ever since you first met and it's been quite obvious for anyone else, but you two (f)

seven (sibling!reader) (0.5k) — a mission went badly and you and your brother console each other (f, a, p)

i did something bad (1.2k) — gathering information from a tied up and horny teenage boy should be easy enough, right? (s)

i think he knows (1.3k) — you have to admit your feelings for lockwood after your heartbeat goes through the roof at his touch (f)

change (1.4k) — lockwood realizes how much he missed of his sisters, the reader, life (a,f,p,w)

back to december (1.4k) — you had left lockwood in a night filled with regret and there was nothing you wanted more than to apologise to him (a,f,p)

the best day (0.4k) — domestic fluff with anthony lockwood (f)

this is me trying (1.1k) — you always try to save your friends life at the expanse of your own. this time you might've gone too far (a,p)

my tears ricochet (1.4k) — you save lockwoods life on a job but he can't save you.. but with a twist (a,w,f)

it's beginning to look a lot like christmas (0.5k) — lockwood is as cooky as usual, luckily you are used to it by now (f,s)

driving home for christmas (0.4k) — in which you come home for christmas surprisingly and lockwood can proof that his girlfriend is real (f)

the very first night (0.7k) — you celebrate your birthday for your friends only, lockwood celebrates your birthday for you (f,a,p)

lavender haze (1.2k) — despite kipps best efforts to keep you away from each other, lockwood won't stop flirting with you (f)

all american bitch (3.4k) — everbody knew that there was something wrong in the way your brother talked to you and lockwood wouldn't let you accept it any longer (f,a,s)

pretty isn’t pretty (0.8k) — he was showering you in compliments all while you felt like you weren’t pretty enough (f,a)

i forgot that you existed (0.6k) — lockwoods sibling had a bad day at school (f,p)

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𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐦 (8.2k)

daylight (0.6k) — early morning cuddles with your boyfriend (f)

mastermind (2.3k) — the team has to work together with kipps, for george that means being stuck with the best friend of the blonde leader, y/n. the only person in the whole world that seemed to be smarter than him, that's why he hated her. (a,f)

love story (0.8k) — hiding a relationship becomes a challenge when your bosses are lockwood and kipps, but y/n and george always seem to manage anyway… (f)

i knew you were trouble (0.7k) — you expressed your likeness for george all the time.. seems like he finally gets it (f)

ours (0.3k) — george tries to make reader go to bed (f)

mirrorball (0.7k) — george has been struggling and you help him (a,f)

fearless (1.7k) — george admires you deeply. not only because you're his girlfriend, but because you have an extraordinary gift (f/a)

snowman (1k) — a situation in which you are trapped, causes george and you to confess (f,)

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𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐤𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐬 (6.8k)

i know places (1.6k) — all hell breaks loose when your brother finds out about you and quill (f,s)

paper rings (1.5k) — you & quill are basically married, but when will he finally ask? (f)

today was a fairytale (1k) — you and quill go on your first date (f,s)

gold rush (0.8k) — loving quill kipps feels like a gold rush (f,a)

santa tell me (1.2k) — you and quill had been the parents of the group for years, but nothing ever happened between the two of you. now it’s finally time to change that, or atleast your friends think it is (f)

santa clause is coming to town (0.2k) — you and quill know each other so well, you could almost finish each others sentences (f)

under the mistletoe (0.5k) — you and your boyfriend get caught under the mistletoe (f)

you need to calm down (0.4k) — you and quill wind down after a long day (f,w)

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𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 (5.5k)

anthony lockwood, illicit affairs series (5.5k) — your secret relationship might not be enough for the future you have ahead of you (a,s,f) one, two, three part four (ending: afterglow) part four (ending: closure)

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𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩 (0.6k)

deck the halls (0.6k) — decorating cookies at portland row (f,p)

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[why-what-no]

Dating Anthony Lockwood Would Include

Pairing: Anthony Lockwood x Reader

Warnings: None

Notes: Lockwood and co requests are open

You had applied to a bunch of agency’s once you became a full agent, and while you had gotten accepted to a bunch of big ones, you didn’t really trust them.

All those big organizations. The ones who didn’t care about their agents’ lives and were all about rules rules rules.

So when you went into an interview for Lockwood and co - a tiny little agency that has just as much bad news coverage as good - it was perfect

It was also the first time you had met Anthony lockwood. Clever and compassionate, as well as exactly what you needed in a boss and associate.

As well as everything you wanted in a partner. It didn’t hurt that he was ridiculously handsome and charming.

Joining Lockwood and co was the best decision that you had ever made, although it was difficult to ignore your growing feelings for Lockwood

Unbeknownst to you at the time, however, Lockwood was thinking the exact same things. Quickly growing infatuated with you

The two of you avoided your feelings for a while, although they were obvious to everyone who knew you two

It was only when Lockwood got hurt on a mission one time that you finally confessed how you felt. It was in the heat of the moment, and you regretted it the moment that you did.

You thought he would reject you. You were absolutely sure someone as perfect as him wouldn’t bother with someone like you.

But instead, he kissed you. Shocking and exhilarating you. It felt like the best moment of your life.

He was an amazing kisser. Gentle and passionate, holding your face and pulling you as close to him as possible. When he finally separated from you, you were almost dizzy with awe.

When it came to relationships, Lockwood had avoided his feelings before your confession. But once you both knew how the other felt, he was immediately invested in being your boyfriend.

Making you breakfast in the mornings, taking you out on little dates, sharing his favourite books or songs with you.

He want to know everything about you. Every thought, every opinion. Your mind was fascinating and beautiful to him.

Lockwood would be very protective of you, always wanting to keep you close. You were the best thing in his life, he’d be an idiot if he lost you

Eventually his problems letting people in began to take a toll, and you argued a bit. It got to the point where you gave him a choice. “Either trust me, or let me go.”

He chose you. He’d always choose you.

Things got even better after you guys solved that. No secrets. And because he trusted you, you felt like you could trust him completely as well.

He was everything to you. The world you lived in was dark and dangerous, and he was your anchor. Keeping your from being drags into the depths of hopelessness

The rest of Lockwood and co were your biggest supporters. They were amazed at how you were able to get Lockwood to open up, to both yourself and the whole team. And they were just glad that you had someone who treated you as well as you deserved.

You and Lockwood would lie in bed at night, talking about your future, about your dreams. Every situation you planned out had you both, together forever.

Neither of you could imagine a world where you two weren’t together.

He was your love, your partner, your best friend. And you were his.

Taglist: @dark-academia-slut @silverhart93 @witchthewriter

[cats-and-fiction]

Anthony Lockwood x Reader Headcanons

Some leetle headcanons for my favorite boy. Kipps, you will be next my beloved

You met Lockwood when he and his agency were on a job. Getting rid of just a little stone knocker terrorizing the house of your neighbor

You came into a talk with him before the night started as the scoped out the area and you were too interested in seeing what happens

You asked a few things before Anthony shooed you back home into the safety. The next morning, the sun had just risen and you were up again to wait and see them again

Especially Anthony had done it to you with his usual charming smile and you two seemed to get slong well which did annoy George and Lucy a bit as they wanted to go home

You and Anthony had met each other a few days later again as he was shopping and you got some groceries and from then on, you two seemed to get along well

After a few times meeting each other you also met George and Lucy. George at first was a bit suspicious of you but you got surprisingly well along with Lucy.

You loved listening to Lockwood tell you about their previous jobs and explain all sorts of things to you.

You were slowly considered a part of the team, even joining George sometimes to research for a job

Though the most important thing to you is meeting up with Anthony. Sometimes you went for a walk, maybe got a tea together or in the late evening you two sat in the lirbary enjoying each others presence while Lucy was training and George in his room buried in books

When your parents meet Anthony they were delighted that you met such a nice young man.

Your first kiss happened more as an accident. The tram had happened to meet a pretty nasty type two and as it got a bit dicey when he realized that he loved you

The next morning he stood in front of your door and telling you exact that and right after a kiss. It was a quick one as he pulled away looking at you expectingly for your reaction.

As you kissed him back and you two parted again he had a grin on his lips, cheeks flushed red just as yours

[talleryn]

*on a case*

Lockwood: mum didn’t raise a fucking bitch let’s keep going

George: no no no mum raised a bitch let’s stop

Lucy: mum didn’t raise anybody actually mum was absent

George: pfft

Lockwood: oh my god

[justafandomgvrl]

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

[uku-lelevillain]

anthony lockwood can sprint half a mile with a stab wound but he can’t swallow pills without cutting them up in tiny pieces

[portlandrowismyhome]

So i was just thinking about my earlier lockwood post joking that his favorite hobby is asking Lucy if she's okay, and the amazing @ikeasupremacy commented that he does it because Lucy doesn't tell people when she's not okay. and I realized ...

Lockwood doesn't either. He does his absolute best to never show fear or doubt. He tries to never let on that his mental health is actually horrible.

he tries to do the things that no one ever did for him. he reassures Lucy constantly -- I have a plan, I'll take care of it, you're not alone, you're safe, we're right here -- saying all the words he longed to hear for years and years. He protects and cares for her the way no one did for him, the way he barely can for himself. He's filling the gap in his own heart. he never wants Lucy to have to feel like he did. he knows what it's like to feel horribly, desperately alone, and he's going to do his best to make sure she never does. he's going to fight for her, even though he had no one to protect him or defend him.

for years he felt as though there was no one to care if he did disappear one night. there was no one to offer a trade, no one to willingly undergo pain for his survival. he never felt like he mattered that much.

and every are you okay? is a you matter to me. I care.

and now I'm crying. great.

[escapebygawking]

OMG Lockwood came in and started his intro wishing to give Lucy the necklace...!! And she actually cut him off cause she thought he was there about the stupid document signatures 😅

I only noticed now, but i am 100% sure it was like that.

[lassieposting]

Okay but. For anyone who's unfamiliar with the UK. Pop-up street funfairs are kind of a Thing here - they show up for carnivals and village fetes and shit and when you grow up in the middle of buttfuck nowhere like I did they might be the only entertainment you'll get all year, so you really come to love the atmosphere and the strobing lights and the pounding music and the nostalgia of better, easier, safer times.

And every year, in London, they have the Hyde Park Winter Festival, which is hands down the biggest pop-up funfair I've ever seen.

Anyway hc that the year Lucy runs away to London, Lockwood and George take her to the festival. It's George's idea - she is from the Barbarous Wastes Oop North, Lockwood, she's probably never seen a funfair before, and she does gasp and go all wide-eyed every time their taxi drives past it - and Lockwood pays, because his house might be mortgaged to the hilt, he might be practically a serf, but he's the boss and he's pretty sure he still owes George a tenner anyway for those beers, so, whatever -

And it's just a whole thing for Lucy because she's never really been treated before. Everything she's needed since she was thirteen came out of her Jacobs' wages. Her mum never spent a penny on her that wasn't absolutely necessary, and begrudged her even that. So she's always had to be a penny-pincher, always had to deny herself fun things because her wages were being spent on essentials or frittered away on pints of Fosters, and being able to do whatever she likes purely for her own pleasure is utterly foreign to her.

And he doesn't make her feel bad for it. For wanting to have fun for once. Neither of them do. George spouts useless facts about when rides were invented and the origins of ice skates, and sometimes puts his fingers in his ears with a grimace, but when she grins at him, he grins back. Lockwood plays the yes-man for her all evening, eyes twinkling when she hangs off his arm or pulls him over to see something by the wrist. He stumps up for candyfloss, for sweetie cones, for fresh donuts and hook-a-duck and the shooting gallery, because "You were looking at it like you wanted it." She has three goes on a claw machine trying to get a particular stuffed dog, and then Lockwood has a go, before George finally wins it for her. And she loves them so much, these boys who put her first more than her own family ever did.

She falls asleep on Lockwood's shoulder in the taxi on the way home. Mostly. She dozes, at least. She's still vaguely cognizant of what's going on around her - the low hum of the radio, the pulse of the taxi's engine, George's voice when he leans around her and says, "I didn't realise you noticed that thing she does."

She's been faintly aware of Lockwood's arm around her shoulders since he put it there, when she started listing drowsily into his side, but she hadn't noticed his thumb idly petting back and forth until it stills. "Thing? What thing?"

"The thing," says George helpfully. "Where she looks at things like she wants them but she knows she can't have them."

Lockwood snorts. It's a small, derisive sound, probably accompanied by an eye roll. "I'd make a pretty piss-poor agent if I hadn't. She does it at lots of things."

"Oh." George seems to muse on that for a second. Then, "Just you never seem to notice when she does it at you."

Lockwood goes very still, for a second. Clears his throat, just quietly. His arm jostles her a bit; she thinks he's fussing with his cufflinks, which he seems to do a lot ever since he started wearing them in the first place. His voice is warm, though. "Shut up, George."

"Yes, boss." Irreverent. Grinning, probably.

With her face tucked into his shoulder, Lucy smiles, and lets herself drift.

[paranorahjones]

oh my gosh i just had an idea.

new headcanon that at some point Lockwood gives Lucy a very subtle, simple but beautiful circlet/headband made from pure, braided silver, for her to wear during cases when her Listening becomes too overwhelming/causes her pain. something like these:

in my mind the one he gives her is very thin but sturdy, since he knows she's not one for flashy finery.

he sees her getting headaches after tough cases, her exhaustion after extensive Listening, and how much trouble she has admitting that she's in pain, and he longs for a way to protect her.

and after flipping through one of his gossip mags one night and seeing a woman wearing a shining circlet around her head, he gets an idea.

he goes to a jewelry shop the next afternoon, under the pretense of running a few errands. he finds the perfect piece: a simple braided silver circlet, thin and elegant and beautiful but not gaudy. he tries to ignore how his heart pounds as he walks home with it concealed in his coat pocket, trying to think of how to give it to her.

he doesn't pluck up the courage until nearly a week later, when he and Lucy are on a case. dealing with two nasty, shrieking Phantasms in a very haunted house.

Lucy can barely swing her rapier, she's in so much pain. she's trying so hard to push through it, to ward off the vicious spirit in front of her. she needs help and she wants to call out for Lockwood, but he's cornered by his own Phantasm. at least, she thinks he is. she can barely comprehend her surroundings as her mind is battered on every side by the shrieking and wailing.

her vision's going blurry as she tries to block out the horrible psychic assault. she's vaguely aware of a flash of light in the direction where she last saw Lockwood. there are tears falling from her eyes as she struggles to stay standing. the Phantasm reaches for her with cold, mangled hands.

suddenly, Lockwood is there.

the spirit is driven back by his blade and retreats, still screaming.

Lockwood's hands are gently cupping Lucy's ears, brushing her hair back as he settles something around her head. his eyes are finding hers. he's saying her name, telling her something.

and the noise suddenly dulls.

not the sound of his voice. she can hear that clearly now as it brings her back. but the horrifying, painful voices that taunt and curse her from beyond the grave have faded into the background. the pain has stopped. Lucy stares at Lockwood in surprise as his hands fall from her face, brushing away her tears on their way down.

"An idea I had a little while ago. I thought it might help. I'm sorry I didn't give it to you sooner."

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the little silver circlet doesn't nullify her Talent completely. in fact, it seems to clarify it, to drive out the overwhelming psychic clutter and allow her to Listen more fully without fear of pain.

she soon wears it almost constantly, and not only for the protection it offers her.

[cate-deriana]

So here's the first entry to "A Guide on How to Recklessly Run an Agency of Your Own".

This contribution is written by Lucy - who else could write about job interviews?

As scribbled comments are more the welcome in the book (just like the thinking cloth) it took me ages to find handwriting types for everyone...

[wordsarelife]

DAY 16: IT'S BEGINNING TO LOOK A LOT LIKE CHRISTMAS

pairing: anthony lockwood x gn!reader

summary: lockwood is as cooky as usual, luckily you are used to it by now

warnings: a bit suggestive

notes: another one that isn't christmas themed, but something i have kept in the drafts for a longggg time

the woods were dark, while lockwood and you were making your way through. occasionally, you had to cut some undergrowth, but you were managing.

it could've been a pretty night, if it weren't for you two searching for a ghost, that had been hunting those woods for years.

"nope, wrong direction" you said when lockwood tried to take the left path. you pointed to your right "we have to go this way"

lockwood let out a sigh, before he ultimately gave in, following your advice. "do you have to be such a know-it-all all the time?" he asked annoyed.

"no" you shrugged "but you would have to be right for that to happen"

he send you a look and you grinned. "i'm friends with the wrong people to not be a know-it-all" you exclaimed "except george of course"

"of course" lockwood smiled sarcastically.

"i wonder how you ended up here with us sometimes" lockwood said after a few minutes of you two silently walking next to each other.

"of all people, you are in no position to criticise my life choices" you muttered, but he didn't even seem to mind. you looked up at him, your hand on a tree, before you just closed your eyes. "it's near" you whispered.

instead of getting serious, lockwood tried continuing your conversation.

"it was me, wasn't it?" he asked

"huh?" you turned back to him "what?"

"that made you stay" he said "when you first came to find the agency"

"of course" you rolled your eyes, so he couldn't see.

"i knew it" he muttered behind you, but you paid no mind to him.

you came to a halt suddenly, when you noticed the thing on the ground and lockwood shamelessly walked into you.

"woah" he looked around you. the bones were laying on the forest floor, and those were probably your source. "great work, darling" he complimented and while you were still frozen in surprise at your sudden finding, he bend down and wrapped them in a silver net.

"should we like, kiss in celebration?" he asked when he had got back to his feet from his kneeling position. you sighed, before you turned around and walked away, he quickly caught up to you.

"stop doing this again"

"what am i doing, darling?" he tried to reach your hand.

"i thought you would eventually stop, but back when weren't together you always used to flirt in the most weird situations, and now you're doing that again"

"yeah, but it got you to sleep with me, didn't it?" "hm" you admitted "because i thought i could change you. seems like you are a lost cause" you giggled to yourself and fastened your pace, knowing that would rile him up.

"oh come on now, sweetheart" he argued "that's just not fair"

"i don't make the rules" you called back laughing and his features quickly formed back into a smile. he caught up to you and you took his hand, walking out of the woods together.

taglist: @twistedhistory @bakingintheshire @mqstermindswift @taygrls @athenalikethegoddess @helpimhopelesslyinlove @novelizt @mitskiswift99 @starzortega @frogserotonin

[yellowraincoat]

Forever laughing at the creeping shadow “there were 5 of them and only 4 beds” scenario, because the obvious solution was for Lucy and Holly to take the double bed (since let’s be honest, that’s more or less normalized for girls) and for the boys to roll the camp bed into the room with the twins and each have their own twin bed.

And instead we get one of the boys getting the double bed for themself and Kipps sleeping in a hall closet

Peak comedy

[krstna23]

Locklyle are more than just boyfriend/girlfriend

Now I know that Lockwood and Lucy definitely cannot just simplify their relationship after the 5 books to just boyfriend and girlfriend (they've been through too much with each other for those titles), but we can all agree that they'd LOVEE calling each other boyfriend/girlfriend so much because they're young and they giggle and blush everytime they hear that

[talleryn]

Kipps: *gazing dramatically out of a window*

Lucy: is he sad?

Lockwood: he might be thinking about stabbing me

Holly: but what if he’s actually depressed

George: maybe he’s thinking about our next case

Kipps: *has had wii music stuck in his head on repeat for two weeks*

[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.