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bloodcanbehot · 1 year
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I Wish You Would
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(gotta keep that Taylor Swift theme)
Anthony Lockwood x f!reader
Content: Angst? Fluff? Touched starved Lockwood
Warnings: Mention of blood and wounds, also some curse words (I think)
Characters: Anthony Lockwood and (y/n) Kipps. (Lucy Carlyle and Quill Kipps also appear)
Word count: 1.083
A/N: Exactly two people told me to post it, and that was enough (I'm literally about to enter to an online class while typing this). Chronology speaking, this goes BEFORE their first kiss but I'm a dumbass and forgot to post this one first, hope you like it
(I'll attach their first kiss here)
“Where were you?” Quill asked, seeing both Lockwood and (y/n) walk in with dirt on their faces and hair. As soon as he spoke, his sister’s face told him to not speak, unless he wanted to die.
“We’re fine!” (y/n) said, grabbing Lockwood by the arm and walking to the kitchen.
“You guys don’t look-” Lucy started, but the slamming of the door cut her off.
“Sit”
“I’m not your dog”
“And I don’t care” (y/n) said, pointing at the kitchen chair “sit down”
Lockwood did as she said, even though he didn’t want to. (y/n) started taking out items from the first aid kit, slamming them on the table as she cursed.
“I cannot fucking believe you” she said “seriously, why is it so hard for you to take care of yourself while we’re out on a case?” (y/n) asked, soaking a small piece of cotton with disinfectant. She grabbed Lockwood’s arm, forcefully moving the sleeve of his dress shirt up to see his cut better.
“(y/n) I-” Lockwood started, hissing when the cotton made contact with the cut on his arm.
“This might hurt” (y/n) said, after hearing him hissing, a smirk on her face.
“Okay” Lockwood said “I deserved that”
“You deserve more” (y/n) said “actually, you don’t even deserve me doing this for you, should I just tell my brother to do it, so you suffer a bit more?” she questioned, sarcasm all over her voice.
“(y/n)-”
“You know, when Luce told me you were reckless, I thought 'well, he's certainly not stupid' guess I was wrong!” she grabbed one of the big band aids and covered his cut.
“(y/n) I’m sorry, okay?” he said “this wasn’t reckless, I had a plan, it just didn’t work”
“Wow, what a surprise”
“I didn’t know the golden blade was gonna be there!”
“The what?” (y/n) stood up, forgetting about his other cuts.
“Last year we encountered him” Lockwood explained “we think he somehow works for Penelope Fittes-”
“My boss?”
“Yes” Lockwood nodded “he tried to steal the bone glass from Lucy and I” he explained “he’s also the one who shot me” he grabbed her hand “you have to believe me”
(y/n) looked at his eyes, processing what he had said in silence, enough to make Lockwood panic, the hold on her hand tightening.
“I… I believe you” she said, sitting back down. She wasn’t gonna lie, she always felt a weird vibe from the woman, or the entire agency for that matter. And she didn’t think Lockwood would lie to her.
He sighed in relief “Thank you (y/n)-”
“What I also believe” she started, letting go of his hand and grabbing a new cotton piece “is that your other cuts need to be taken care of” she said “specially this one” she tapped slightly the cut on his forehead, making him hiss again “I thought you were good at fencing?”
“I am” Lockwood shot back “I was just… surprised”
“Your blood says otherwise” (y/n) replied “now, lean closer so I can help”
Lockwood only nodded and whispered a small ‘yes’, letting her do the work and leaning closer as she instructed. As she leaned in, she quickly realized how her back was going to kill her if she did that, so she grabbed her chair and dragged it a bit closer to his, eventually ending up with her thigh in the middle of his thighs.
Lockwood chuckled “you might as well sit on my lap if you-”
“Shut up or I’ll do it” she cut him off with a smile.
He smirked “be my guest”
She ignored him, grabbing the back of his head to steady it as she disinfected the cut across his forehead. She was focused, focused on cleaning the blood and figuring out which bandage to use, but Lockwood’s wandering hands on her knee were distracting her.
It started with his fingers, slowly tapping her knee, barely noticeable, and she wouldn’t have known if he hadn’t kept going at it. His fingers slid across her knee and (y/n) made her best to ignore it, but as she stood up to change the cotton piece, he pushed her leg open, causing her to fall on his lap.
“That’s better” he said, smirk on his lips again.
“Lockwood-”
“Please” he said, voice so quiet she barely heard him.
She looked at his eyes, and for one moment she saw his mask crack. His dark circles and clenched jaw showed her how tired and stressed he was. She couldn’t even imagine how much his muscles ached after the fight, let alone the throbbing of the multiple cuts on his skin.
“Fine” she whispered, not trusting her own voice with the feeling of his hands on her waist.
She kept doing her thing in silence and he just watched her, tracing small circles on her sides with his thumbs. (y/n) just wanted to close her eyes and enjoy it, enjoy his touch on her skin and wish she could feel it for longer, to forget about the case, the fight, everything. She wanted to focus on him and him only.
“There” she said, breaking whatever spell was between them. She grabbed his chin, angling his face to admire the, now taken care of, cut “you’ll live”
He chuckled, smiling truthfully for the first time that night, or since (y/n) knew him, she didn’t care. She liked the small glow on his face.
They locked eyes, the blanket of silence settling on them again. (y/n)’s fingers slid across his chin towards his jaw, making him close his eyes and just enjoy her touch. His hands started moving up her waist, slowly, also making her want to close her eyes and enjoy, but she still leaned forward, closer and closer to him.
He felt it, the weight shift on his lap, some of her curly locks tickling his shoulders.
She could feel their lips almost touching.
The door opened, making her open her eyes wide and snap her neck so hard she wondered if this is how she was going to die. That would be better than the image she saw.
Both Lucy and her brother were standing at the doorstep. (y/n) stumbled off Lockwood’s lap, feeling his hands fly away from her and almost fell. Chair and all.
She gripped the thinking cloth “I was tending his cut” she stupidly said.
She could feel how Quill resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose as she looked at him.
“You sure were”
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A/N: I feel like this scene and the other one are pretty similar, so if I do write the fanfic I'll change it, but let me know what you think! (Again, be nice)
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shadowbriar · 9 months
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Anthony Lockwood - If You’re Going to Break My Heart
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Pairing : Anthony Lockwood x (she/her) TouchGifted!Reader Word Count : 5.8k. Warning : Blood. Minor character’s death. Panic attack. Possible OOC as I haven’t read the books. Angst, don’t sue me. Synopsis : The ambition they’ve nurtured for years finally start to create a space between them, straining their relationship that turns what once were friends into colleagues. Notes : Part II of I Love You So. I recommend listening to Inhaler - If You’re Gonna Break My Heart while reading. Thank you for giving the fic so much love and support, please don’t hate me as you reach the end of this fic. If you like this story and would like to support me, please visit my kofi page and perhaps get me a coffee?☕   Taglist: strikethrough means I couldn’t tag you. @nessa-stark @navznak28 @gwnwrites @archiveoftara​ @superpositvecloudshipper​ @cassiopeiia24 @wordsarelife ​ @mellowarcadefun @ajordan2020 ​ @a-candle-maker ​​ @obsessed-female @rambles-fanfic-trove​ @yokolesbianism ​
↞ I Love You So
“Anthony, I don’t like this.”
Lockwood drops his bag, carefully letting the sack fall off his shoulder. The heavy chain rattled as it came in contact with the ground. Her worried eyes tingles his heart, as if he couldn’t decide if he should be delighted to see how adorable she is right now or to take her worry seriously. She does have the tendency to be apprehensive at times.
She continues to express her worry but her words blur as if he was listening underwater. His brain was working itself hard to comprehend her sentences, to process whatever it is she was trying to tell him, and though he feels it in his heart that he knew what she wants and what she was saying, he still couldn’t compute the words she utters.
“We’ll be fine,” He finds himself says, mouth moving as if it has its own mind “We’ve been through this a hundred times, we’ll be alright. I promise to keep you safe.”
Her brows were still pinched, a small frown of disagreement displayed, but she remained quiet. Slowly yielding to his words and nodding in approval. She takes his hand, interlocking their fingers and guiding him inside the mansion.
Lockwood could see all the glowing traces on the floor as soon as they stepped in. He took out his rapier, ready to fight whatever is to come their direction. His breathing was getting shallow as fear started to crawl on his skin. Lockwood scrunches his nose, muttering to himself, everything will be alright.
But as he takes a step further, the sound of Lucy wailing in pain greets him. He turns to the source of sound, seeing Lucy kneeling and crying as she covers her ears with her hands.
Then another scream was heard. George was fighting ghosts just a few feet in front of him. Lockwood feels as though his feet were melting to the ground, unable to provide aid to any of his best friends, watching in horror as George fights for his life.
“Anthony,”
Now he turns to his right. She was sitting on the floor, leaning on the door frame with blood pooling around her. Her shirt was stained red. Her face is pale, gleaming from the sweat that is lacing her skin. Her right hand moves to his direction as if she was reaching for him. A futile attempt to eliminate their distance.
“No..” Lockwood mutters as panic sinks in “I’m coming. Stay with me, please, I’m coming!”
As he tries to reach her, a swarm of ghosts comes to his direction. He tries to fight them off, swinging his rapier in every direction as they just seem to be coming from everywhere. Lucy’s wail, George’s scream of help, and her trembling calls of his name become louder with each fought ghost. He wasn’t sure if he could save all of them, or any of them in that matter, but he would certainly die trying than to give in.
With the last breath of energy left in him, Lockwood drops to his knees and crawls to her. He reaches for her face, gently rubbing her cheeks to gain her attention but her eyes are vacant. Staring at him without a blink.
“No, no..” He chokes, crying and calling her name “Please, come back. I’m right here, please— I’m— Look at me, please. Hey, it’s me! It’s Anthony!”
Her still warm body was limp inside his embrace. He cries for her, screaming her name in hope that it would wake her somehow. His white shirt is now soaked red, marked by her blood.
Come back.
Come back.
Come back.
Please.
Lockwood jolts up from his bed, drenched in his own sweat as he tries to process his surroundings. His bedroom was dark, lit dimly by a candle by the wooden table. He lets out a relieved sigh, rubbing his eyes away from his own tears. This would be the third nightmare this week.
He peels off the blanket that was enveloping his body and puts his feet down from the bed. Lockwood stares on his bedside table. A new picture from earlier that day was framed and stood proudly. He was smiling, holding the most unattractive cake that George insists is a masterpiece while standing on his right, Lucy on his left. They were smiling brighter than the sun. They looked happy, whatever that word means these days, and truth be told he felt happy too then, but everyone could see the darker hue under his eyes and how dull his smile is compared to his best mates. This birthday was hollow.
It was his first birthday without her.
Lockwood stood from his bed and walked out of his room, finding himself gravitating to where she used to stay. He turns the door knob gently, as if afraid he would wake up anyone sleeping inside the vacant room, wincing as the door makes a creaking noise. He studies the room and pictures where her belongings used to be. He remembers the scattered jewelleries on the table, the pieces of chocolate wrappings by the bin, and the clothes hung behind the door. 
He walks closer to the bed, resting his hand on the mattress and pretending to feel her lingering warmth. The scent of her sweet perfume that is now gone. Their pictures that used to decorate the walls were missing, leaving torn marks on the wall paint.
He let himself lay on the mattress. His eyes glued on the ceiling, thinking and imagining what she might be doing right now. Is she asleep? Is she caught in a book and lost track of time reading? Is she brewing a pot of hot tea to help ease her mind? Is she thinking of him the way he’s thinking of her?
The boy rests an arm over his eyes. He let out a long defeated sigh. There’s no one he could share his burden with now. No one would understand what he’s going through. Even if he tries to talk to someone, he knew that he could never be as transparent to a soul as he was with her. The weight that has been suffocating him gets worse each night and Lockwood wasn’t sure how long he could keep his feigned persona.
Please, come back.
—-
Lockwood knew that the job would have some complications. There was no way that the Prime Minister would only hire their agency for such a gallant event. The Ball was too important to be guarded just by three teenagers. No matter how proficient Lockwood would think his colleagues are, securing such a prestigious function would require more than a handful of elite agents.
“Kipps,” Lockwood greets as they enter the hall “Fancy seeing you here.”
Kipps smiled amusedly, turning to face the younger boy with such glee that it alarms him, “Dare I say that I’m glad to see you here, Lockwood.”
Lockwood shows a thin smile.
This job was a rather different mission than the ones they’ve done before. Instead of cleaning a mansion or securing a relic, the team was tasked to maintain the stability of the government’s event. With the ghost epidemic persisting and countries collapsing, the government is planning to hold an evening party to gather the powerful men and women from different countries to talk about their economic alliances. A couple of days ago, the government officials received intel that a certain group of radicals were planning to crash the Ball by releasing sources. Security has tightened since and there have been no troubles found so far yet one could never be too secure for such a paramount event.
“I heard you’ve been getting back on track, retrieving more sources and regaining attention at the agency.” Lockwood said, pretending to be interested in Kipps “Did you finally take that fencing lesson I told you about? How did it feel learning to properly hold a rapier with 6-7 years olds?”
Kipps smirked. The kind of smirk that says ‘I know something you don’t’ and it edges Lockwood to the bone. He hates not knowing about things that might cause him a disadvantage. Sure that their teams are now playing for the same flag, that they’re mates instead of rivals for the upcoming task, but he couldn't stop himself from thinking that this is a competition still.
Lockwood’s mind was abruptly distracted when he thought he heard a familiar voice. He turns to the source, eyes softened when he sees her, talking to some officials. Her hair was styled differently and the stark difference of appearance she has now wearing Fittes uniform was rather nauseating but no matter how peculiar she looks right now, Lockwood couldn’t help but to feel delighted to see her.
“Ah, there she is!” Kipps says, clapping his hand with a big smile as he calls for her “Lockwood, have you met my newest member?”
His grip on the rapier tightened. Kipps is evidently rubbing it on his face now, holding her by her shoulders just like he did when they met at the grocery store months ago. Lockwood forces the corner of his lips to tug into a smile, trying to collect himself and avert his focus to her.
“Anthony,” She greets with a smile “I knew you would be here.”
Lockwood nods, a little bit too stiff that it made her gaze softened as if she was apologising for something he couldn’t tell. His mind was split in two, torn between feeling overjoyed on seeing her and wanting to punch Kipps’ face. He forced a smile at her, trying his best to ignore Kipps’ presence, “How have you been?”
“Great. Where are Lucy and George?”
As if on cue, a piercing squeal was heard behind them. George and Lucy were now running toward her, pulling her into a rib crushing embrace. The trio looked like a group of children returning to their kindergarten class after a spring break.
Lockwood smiles at the sight. This was what normal is for him. To see her with George and Lucy, talking and laughing as if the world was nothing but a background noise. She looks radiant. Her beaming smile etched on her face, cheeks flushed from the giddiness. She looks beautiful.
“So to answer your question,” Kipps says, making Lockwood to glare at his direction “Yes, I did take fencing lessons, and no, it was not with 6-7 years olds. I rather like this fencing partner of mine, actually.”
—-
Trying to keep his focus is evidently impossible with her standing next to Kipps now. Lockwood knew that today’s briefing was important. That the officials are telling them the rundown of the party, vital exit points, and more confidential information about the intel, but what exactly can one do when the person he’s missed the most is standing by his sworn enemy? Besides, Lockwood’s certain that George is noting everything down, they could surely just go over this back home.
“Don’t do it.” Lucy says as she glances at Lockwood.
“Don’t do what?” He questions, not moving his gaze from them.
“Whatever it is you’re planning to do, Lockwood, I’m warning you, don’t.” She says with more firmness “We’re working on the same team now. Kipps isn’t your enemy.”
Lockwood snorts, “Like hell he’s not.”
Lucy rolls her eyes. Arguing with Lockwood while the cause of his fury is still in the room would be pointless. His lips were in a thin line, murderous eyes locked on Kipps who was still talking to her, discussing their plan for the job. For anyone else the two of them would look like nothing but a pair of elite agents who are only doing their job, but for someone blinded with jealousy, a certain way of Kipps’ gaze already set Lockwood’s skin ablaze.
Time feels like it passes by much slower in this hall. Lockwood swears that it’s been forever, that Kipps has been whispering and making her smile forever. He knew that the two are close, hardly half as close as they were, sure, but she’s always been good friends with him. Even back at the academy, Lockwood had always seen Kipps as a rival since day one.
And no, this goes further than just the fencing thing.
But in the end, she would always come for him first. Lockwood would be the first person she would tell her day to, the first she would share the pastries she bought from the new bakery around the corner, the first she would come to practise her rapier skills with. Now it looks like Kipps has dethroned him from such a position.
“You’re going to lose her completely if you let jealousy cloud your mind.” Lucy warns “They’re just doing their job.”
Lockwood turns to Lucy, looking offended, “Mind you, I am not jealous.”
“Like hell you’re not.” She says, repeating his own words.
“Shut up, Luce.” He retorts “Listen to the officials.”
“Lockwood, I’m serious.” Lucy says, this time pulling his arm with firm warning “Your jealousy is bleeding right out and if you’re not careful, you’ll only push her further and remove herself entirely from your life.”
He remains quiet, looking at Lucy with unsure eyes.
Lucy sighs, letting go of his arm, “Don’t overthink it. They’re just friends.”
His lips were itching to spit more arguments but Lockwood gave in and nodded instead. He tries to avert his mind by asking George to give him a recap, telling him pointers of the crucial information he missed from trying to murder Kipps with his stare.
The job was simple. Come to the Ball, make sure no ghosts were released from the supposed source attack, fight whatever party that might be in their opposition, then go home with a check big enough to feed them for the whole year. A big fish for a rather simple task, Lockwood notes.
Lockwood could already see the list of activities his friends would do once they finished the job. Perhaps a week off for everyone to go enjoy their well deserving reward is due. Lucy has been wanting to visit her friend Norrie and it’s been a while since George went to see his Grandmother in Sidcup. And him? What would he do to fill in a full seven days of no work?
It would’ve been much easier to make notes of all the brilliant activities to do if she was still in the team. He could go and visit her family, it’s been some time since he met her parents. Or maybe they could go somewhere new, jump on the train and visit cities, perhaps countries. Or even just staying at home and listening to her favourite records echoing through the walls of 35 Portland Row. All things would be pleasant so long as he gets to do it with her.
He wondered what she would do with her share. Maybe she would use it to get herself a new rapier. A fancy one where she could have her initials engraved on it. Or maybe she would use it to buy new paint and canvas, she does have a talent in such art. Or maybe she would go and visit all the museums and libraries in town. She loves going to such institutions. Lockwood remembers the first time they went to the National Gallery, how fascinated she was with all the pieces though he would argue that none of the works displayed is half as magnificent as she is.
But now that he thinks about it, Lockwood couldn’t help but to have her words echoed in his head. When was the last time she painted? When was the last time they went to the museum? When was the last time they went to a library just to lend some overrated novel?
I don’t know anything about you outside of work anymore.
Lockwood slowly looks up, painfully looking back at her and Kipps who are now scribbling some notes on the clipping board he was holding for her. That used to be their thing. Even with George in the team, he would often brainstorm ideas with her first, him holding the notebook and her holding two pens with different colours— black for him and blue for her. Seeing her do it with Kipps now torments him to say the least.
What I want you cannot give, Anthony.
—-
Lockwood’s shoulders stiffened as he watched her approaching. Her gentle smile was present but for the first time in his life, instead of feeling comforted, Lockwood feels intimidated. The sight of her and Kipps still burns in the back of his head and his realisation of how much he’s lost her is something that he’s still trying to process.
“Hi,” She greets “Where’s George and Lucy?”
“Having a stroll around. George wanted to get a better idea of the building and you know Lucy had to make sure he didn’t wander too far away.”
She nods, “Why didn’t you come with them?”
Because I wanted to talk to you, he thought, but instead Lockwood only shrugs, “Just needed some peace for myself.”
“Oh, I’ll leave you—.”
“No,” He says fast, taking her wrist before she could leave “Please, stay.”
She looks down to his grip, taking a shaky breath before slowly peeling his fingers off of her. Lockwood swears that the day just keeps on getting worse and worse for him. But she stayed by his side, not leaving. Standing still as she looks everywhere but him. God knows what she’s thinking now.
Lockwood blinks to try and process the unfamiliar situation. His heart was crushed, worse than the state he’s been in and he thought he was already broken. It’s as if he could finally feel the distance she’s been talking about. The invisible space between them that he didn’t realise was present until it’s too late to close it. The wall that’s separating them is too high to be climbed now.
“Happy birthday, by the way,” She breaks the silence, reaching into her back pocket and still not meeting his eyes “I got you this. It’s nothing much, just a postcard I got when I went out of town. I should’ve sent it but I didn’t have the time, sorry.”
He took it gratefully, a genuine smile blooming on his face, ”You went to Liverpool?”
“Yeah, with Quill. We had a mission there for a couple days.”
“I see.”
Lockwood’s lips are on a tight line now. Just how blessed he is today, indeed.
“I’m sorry I didn’t call for your birthday.” She says again “I wanted to, but I thought it would wiser for me not to.”
“Why not?”
“People don’t call their ex-employer and tell them happy birthday, Anthony.”
Ex-employer. Anthony thought he knew heartbreak until he heard the word come out of her lips. All these years of friendship, affection and tenderness shared with each other, reduced to such improper status. Whatever chance he thought he had to fix their relationship, Lockwood knew that it’s all gone into mere specks of dust now.
She finally looks up to him, realising the hurtful words she’s just uttered. It didn’t feel as horrible in her head but having to hear it herself she couldn’t help but wanting to slap herself. Since when has their relationship turned into who could hurt the other most?
“Anthony—,”
“No, I get it.” He cuts, nodding and feigning a smile “I’m glad you found an agency that could better appreciate your talents.”
Her expression softened, feeling guilt to weigh more on her shoulders.
“I know this would be wrong of me as your ex-employer to ask,” Lockwood says, his voice trembling as he tries to bottle his emotions “But can I please hug you?”
She winces at his use of words, how unsure he was with his question when they used to pull each other for warm embraces with bright smiles on their faces. She runs to him with open arms, pulling him close as if she needed the hug herself.
Lockwood could feel his body practically melting into her touch, the way his aching muscles finally relaxed as the familiar embrace was finally engulfing him once more, but his heart was heavier than before. If he thought he lost her the night she gave him her resignation letter, he was certainly proven wrong. This hug feels like the bitter slap of reality. That he was the only one crumbling, that he was the only one breaking, that he was the only one suffering from their separation.
And farewell tastes even bitter now.
 —-
A couple of weeks have passed since the Ball meeting. A couple of weeks have passed since he last saw her. A couple of weeks have passed since Lockwood’s started to live his life as half a dead man. He’s been busy with other missions, trying to satisfy as many clients as possible and it’s looking pretty neat to say the least. Just don’t look too closely at him. You’d notice how he’s slowly slipping out of his mind if you do.
Just reckless enough, Lockwood chants in his head every time he’s working on the field. Holding onto the warnings George gives and all the ever so friendly scolds from Lucy. But even with as much reminder and support the two could give, it would never be enough to fill in the void in his heart.
Just reckless enough, Lockwood repeats to himself. Turning those three words into a prayer somehow as he’s slowly losing his grip. The only time he would brush the thought of her under the rug would be when his rapier is out, trying to fight for his life, trusting his instinct to swing the weapon against whatever trouble he’s come across, be it in the flesh or ectoplasm.
Just reckless enough, Lockwood muttered quietly as he tried to keep his focus. His shoulders were heavier by a thousand folds. The sight of that innocent man caught in the crossfire between him and some relic thugs tonight haunts him. How that poor man fell to the ground as Lockwood tries to flee from the scene, unintentionally using the man’s body as a shield from the bullets shot in his direction.
Now his feet were wobbly, trying their best to support him as he followed George and Lucy from behind, walking to 35 Portland Row with a heavy heart. No words were exchanged on the drive home and no matter how worried Lucy’s eyes stare into him, he knew that she’s seething inside.
“You two go first,” Lockwood says, making the two stop their pace and stare at him with confused eyes “I have somewhere to be.”
George could hear the exasperated sigh Lucy let out and with one unsure smile, he took the source from Lucy’s hands and entered their home. Better to secure the relic from the upcoming war between the two, he thought.
“Lockwood,” Lucy starts “Not tonight.”
HIs lips pursed. Cursing that if Lucy’s talents were listening and touch, why is it that it’s so easy for her to read him like an open book?
“You need to rest.” She says again “ You can visit her tomorrow morning.”
“I need to see her tonight.” Lockwood whispers, his tone begging “I think I’m losing my mind, Luce.”
Lucy remains quiet, her expression softened as she stares into his vulnerable state.
“I killed him.” He says, voice breaking and eyes brimming with tears “I don’t know why I couldn’t just stop and think straight lately. All I could think about is finishing as many jobs, retrieving as many sources as possible, all in an effort to bury her, to have a minute of peace without her ghost haunting my mind.”
Lockwood’s last words came out barely as a whisper. His whole body shudders, closing his eyes so he wouldn’t have to see that pitiful look on Lucy’s face. He didn’t hear her approaching but he could certainly feel her arms embracing him, trying to calm him down in the middle of the road. It was soothing, the kind of warmth that would keep you sane for the time being, but no matter how tight Lucy holds him tonight, she knew that her friendly gesture wouldn’t piece his sanity back together.
I need to see her.
—-
The tapping of raindrops to her window pane was soothing. A cup of freshly brewed tea, her favourite cardigan hanging loose on her shoulders, and a half read book in her hand. The night was peaceful for her. After a long week of complicated tasks, working with Kipps’ elite squad, such serenity is surely what she needs.
But her comfort was abruptly interrupted at the ringing of her doorbell. Whoever the guest was, they're surely impatient enough to not wait for another second to press on the bell whilst banging on her door at the same time.
She clicks her tongue, frowning at the disturbance. She places her book down, “Coming!”
Perhaps her guest has trouble hearing because even though the trip from her kitchen to the front door didn’t even reach a minute, the person was still banging on her door loudly. At this point she was sure the rain hardly dampened the loud noise they were making.
“Good Lord, I said I’m coming!” She says angrily as she opens the door.
She certainly didn’t expect her guest to be him. He was standing by the door, drenched so wet from the rain that you can see his shirt clung tight to his skin. His eyes were reflecting the emotional and physical fatigue he’s in. His shoulders defeated, chin hung low as if he’s a second away from passing out.
“Anthony—,”
The boy gave into her and pulled her for a tight embrace, melting into her like butter on a pan. He hugs her close, burying his face to the crook of her neck. Her body warmth was so comforting. After all these painful months, Lockwood finally feels like he’s home.
The boy hasn’t spoken a word but she knew that something had happened. Something so bad that it shook the façade he held so strongly to the ground. It was one of those moments when you just knew. Like a silent secret connection you share with someone special. Because otherwise, there would be no chance in hell that Anthony John Lockwood would go all the way to her flat in the middle of the night when it is raining cats and dogs.
“Please tell me you’re here.” He whispers.
“I’m here.”
And just like that all hell broke loose for Lockwood. His breathing is now shallow, chest tight as if he was being drowned in a lake. His embrace on her loosen. His feet weakened, making him fall to his knees. His demons have finally caught him.
“Anthony, breath.” She says gently, kneeling to level with him “Breath with me, okay? Follow my counts.”
“I killed a man.” He chokes “I didn’t mean to— He sacrificed himself— I should’ve gone to Barnes— I can’t breathe.”
She tries to peel herself from him, to try and assess his condition better, but the moment she tries to pull away, Lockwood only tightens his hold of her.
“Anthony, you need to let me go.” She whispers gently “Let me help you breathe, please, Love.”
Reluctantly, Lockwood loosens his embrace and lets her pull away. His hands are now busy pulling his tie and opening the first few buttons of his drenched shirt. His mind was frantic. Never has he ever had such an episode before.
She begins to count, helping him steady his breathing. Five seconds in, five seconds out. Then four seconds in, seven seconds hold, eight seconds out with a whoosh. Once his breathing starts to get better, she asks him light questions. Five things he could see, four things he could touch, three things he could hear, two things he could smell, and one thing he could taste.
“I can smell tea.” He says between his pants “Are you making tea?”
She let out a small chuckle, relieved, “I did make tea. Would you like some?”
Lockwood nods.
“Let’s fix you a cup then.”
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Lockwood could feel his brain waking up, his senses coming alive as he smelled her sweet scent and felt the pressure of her body on his arms. He smiles. Sure they've cuddled more than one could possibly count, but never have they felt as intimate as now. Their bodies were pressed to each other, her head tucked close to his chest, and her arms securely encircling his waist. It was as if he could feel her radiating the kind of love he's been desperate about.
“Good morning.” She greets, he could tell that she’s smiling sweetly without opening his eyes “I know you’re awake.”
“I most certainly am not.”
“Then how can we converse now if you’re still asleep?”
Lockwood pulls her closer, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Alright, you’re breaking my ribs now.” She says with a chuckle “I have to run to the bakery and get us some food. You didn’t eat anything last night, you must be starving.”
“I’m fine.”
She clicked her tongue in disapproval, “Come on, Anthony, wake up.”
“Can’t I sleep for a few more minutes?” He asks, finally opening his eyes to see that her face was mere inches from him.
Lockwood gulps. She was staring at him tenderly. As if she missed him as much as he missed her. The corner of her lips were curved upward, making her look ever so beautiful. Even in the morning, perhaps especially in the morning, she looks the most stunning with her tangled hair and lazy sleepy eyes. A sight he would never get enough of.
“I’m gonna do something,” He whispers to her “If you don’t like it you can deck me later but please do it gently.”
Her brows knitted, smiling at his half spoken words.
With a loud beating of his heart, Lockwood leans closer to her, sealing their lips for a few seconds in a chaste kiss. It was an innocent one. The kind you give to your lover when you want them to know just how much you appreciate them and that is all he wanted to do. To tell her that he appreciates her, with a gesture that he hopes would explain better than words could ever do. All he wants to do now is just to let her know that.
Lockwood opens his eyes nervously, scared to see her negative reaction but to his luck, he could only see her smiling back at him. Like she accepted his message and is returning the feelings for him.
“Alright, you deserve a few more minutes of sleep for that.”
He chuckles, pulling her back for another tight embrace.
“Anthony, I really need to get us some food.” She protests “You need to let me go.”
“Stop wiggling.”
“Then let me go.”
Lockwood groans but let go of her anyway. His brows furrowed in disapproval, lips pursed in an annoyed frown, and despite his growing disappointment that she won’t be joining his quick extra nap, he knew that she has a tight schedule for the day and keeping her late for her breakfast wouldn’t be the wisest thing to do.
She lets out a satisfied sigh, sitting on the edge of the bed before looking back at his sleepy self, “Promise me you’ll still be here when I’m back.”
Lockwood nods and hums in agreement. His hand searches for hers, still with his eyes closed, and plants a kiss on the back of her hand. He caresses it with his thumb before letting go gently, “I won’t go anywhere.”
If only Lockwood would open his eyes for a minute, he would’ve seen the bright smile on her face. How her cheeks were flushed and the lovestruck eyes she has for him. But he was busy trying to recompose himself. What he did just now has certainly burned all their bridges to the ground. He has never been this bold, never that fearless and taking the leap of faith for their relationship, and yet he did. He needs to process this before he could see her again.
How the universe seemed to have aligned their stars together now.
Lockwood heard the soft click of the front door closing when she left. He finds it hard to fall back to sleep now from all the adrenaline rush. His lips were still curved in a satisfied smile. He feels giddy. Like his body was supercharged and he could conquer the world now. Funny how she could turn his world upside down just with a snap of her fingers.
He now finds himself getting up from the bed and looking around her flat. He could see the pictures that were glued to the walls of her room in 35 Portland Row now decorating the sitting room. Even when she doesn’t live with him anymore, it soothes him to know that she brought a piece of their home wherever she goes.
He heard the front door knob twisting, turning to see it with a happy smile, “That was fast.”
But the happy face was soon slapped off of his face as he stared at the man standing. Kipps were mirroring his confused look, staring at each other with the silent question: what are you doing here?
And then it dawned in him. Lockwood looks down to the shirt he’s wearing, the one she let him borrow to get out of his soaked clothings. The plain white shirt that fits him right but is certainly oversized for her. Why would she have a men’s shirt?
“Kipps,” Lockwood greets with a lump growing on his throat “Didn’t expect to see you here.”
“The same could be said for you.” Kipps said, his tone unsure but his usual smirk was decorating his face “Is she here?”
“She went to the bakery.”
Kipps nods, giving him an ‘ah’.
Lockwood bites the inside of his cheek so hard that he could feel the foul taste of blood from it. He should’ve known better. Why didn’t he think about it before? Why didn’t he see it? How could he forget that she was no longer his? Hell, she was never his to begin with.
“I, uh, I just remembered I have some things to sort out.” Lockwood says as he shuffles to gather his belongings.
“You’re going?” Kipps asks “Aren’t you going to wait for her first?”
“No,” He says, shaking his head “It’s something about work. Rather urgent, actually. She’ll understand.”
Kipps frowns, knowing that she would certainly not understand but nods anyway, “Right.”
With a forced smile, Lockwood pats on Kipps’ shoulder and finds himself out of her flat. He could feel his heart getting heavier with each step further from her. Like his heart was left there, on her bed, the moment he promised to wait for her to return. But what exactly could he do? He knew his place, even when he'd forgotten about it last night. He forgot and he was made to remember. She was no longer his. 
She was Kipps’.
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deadsnothere · 1 year
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I wanna be dirty!
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Synopsis - After a case went a bit south, Lockwood came home and got bandaged up by Alias on his bed. While somehow moving to the subject of their sex lives, leading to something more. Also known as A song fic from the rocky horror show song -
Touch-a, Touch-a Touch me.
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Word Count - 1.6k
Proof read - Yes and no? I gave up half way through because it's 2 am please give feedback
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“I was feeling done in…couldn't win.”
I sighed softly while cleaning Anthony's wounds, sat on his bed. He’d gotten hurt while on a case and came back to the house with it not bandaged up, So I was bandaging his scrapes and bruises. He honestly looked kind of hot. His white button up was open, his belt was unbuckled and his hair was messed up. All while he was hot and sweaty. God what i’d do for this man to rai-
-Back on track! How we got to the subject of my sex life, I'm not sure but here we are. “I’d only ever kissed before.” this still baffles me, I mean i'm sat here talking to Lockwood of all people about my sex life! The one I barely have- but he’s still intently listening either way. “I thought there's no use getting…into heavy petting.” I just shrugged my shoulders. ‘Why is his hand getting close to my chest? WHY AM I THE ONE MOVING IT CLOSER-’ I pulled it away, blinking almost like I'd woken up from a daze. His face looked as if it were bright red, but he didn't move his hand away, until I moved it myself. Is he enjoying this?
“It only leads to trouble and…seat wetting.” I put the cap on the alcohol, and put the bandages up. God, Anthony's stare is killing me, he's looking at me like a lost puppy with his wide eyes and pretty face, boring into my skin, sending a chill down my back. "Now all I want to know.” I placed a hand on his shoulder, unbuttoning the top button of my shirt. His hands reached up to undo the rest. “Is how to go. I've tasted blood and I want more.” Anthony slowly unbuttoned my entire shirt, I let him push the cotton material off my shoulders. I took my hand off his shoulder, lifting my skirt up to tease him. “I'll put up no resistance.” He grabbed my hands, placing my forearms on his shoulders pulling me closer.
“I want to stay the distance.” He grabbed my hips, pulling at the band of my skirt. “I've got an itch to scratch. I need assistance!” I pulled him into me slowly, his hands moved to grip on his bed sheets, Almost not able to look away. “Touch-a, Touch-a, Touch-a Touch me!” He moved back in his bed, eyes mesmerized by my body. He waved for me to move with him and pulled me up to be face to face. I whispered in his ear. “I wanna be dirty.” Anthony's face was bright red as I moved down on his body, leaving a trail of kisses down his neck, shoulder, and chest all the way until I got to his happy trail. “Thrill me, Chill me, Fulfill me!”
“A-Alias..I never thought you would- be this bold.” I giggled softly pulling at his belt. “Well just give me the word and i’ll stop-” Anthony almost jumped to say, “No!- No god, please don't stop.” I let myself giggle, before finally pulling his belt off. “Now if anything grows.” I trailed a finger across his tented pants, a smile growing when he jerked from the small, sudden contact. “While you pose.” I mocked him by doing his stupid smirk, making him laugh at me. “I’ll oil you up and rub you down..” I pulled the zipper of his pants down in one swift motion. God, he is hot.
“and that's just one small fraction of the main attraction.” Slowly I crawled forwards at head level again, while using my right hand to unbutton Anthony's pants. “You need a friendly hand?” I pushed myself up, now stood on both knees towering over him. He moved with me sitting up to be able to see me better. Grabbing both of his hands in mine, “Ohh, I need action!” I placed them on my tits, still in my bra, giggling when Anthony's eyes grew wide, a smile coming soon after. “Touch-a, Touch-a, Touch me!” I definitely sounded more desperate. The feeling of his hands was amazing. I've been dreaming this night. He used his hands to play with my tits, squishing them together, squeezing them in his hands, once again mesmerized by my body. “I wanna be dirty!” I pushed him down on the bed laughing when he made an ‘omph!’ sound.
I lowered my head to kiss his neck, this time leaving a few hickeys. My hands pulled down his pants, then his boxers. Him lifting his hips to help me. Crawling backwards I landed on the floor. When Anthony sat up he was already in the perfect position. sitting on my knees, I pulled his pants and boxers off all the way. Taking the tip of his cock into my mouth, coating it in my spit and popping off of it once more. “I'm not going to be the best at this..” He laughed at my nervousness. “Don't laugh at me-!”
He cut me off by cradling my face in his hands, and slowly pushing my head down onto his cock. “don't worry just let me guide you.” he whispered out in a husky tone, pushing my head in rhythm. I opened my throat the best i could trying to relax, his hips buck into my mouth, quietly groaning. The closer he got to cumming the faster his pace went, I could feel the hand prints that were going to be left on my face after he was done with me.
“Swallow.” IS THAT THE ONLY WARNING I GET- Suddenly I felt a hot liquid go down my throat, only having to swallow the bit that landed in my mouth during Anthony’s last thrust. He was quick to pull out of my mouth, leaning down to kiss my cheeks softly, while running his hands through my hair. “You did so good taking me, darling. So good.” I stood up quickly, almost falling from dizziness due to the speed of my movement. Steadying myself, I sat on Anthony's lap, Kissing at his neck and grinding my hips down creating friction. he pushed my head away and instead went to leave hickeys on my neck. “Use your words darling, what do you want?” – “I want to have my way with you.” His eyes widened when I so desperately asked for his body.
“I’ll do anything you please. Suck your cock again, fuck myself on your fingers, Just please give me something.” Every word left him more and more speechless. “I-”
He didn't speak for a few seconds, simply laying himself down and drawing my hips up. “Sit on my face, I’ll give you the best orgasm you've ever felt.” I moved without thinking, pulling down my panties, crawling forwards to him, almost nervous to have my cunt so close to his face. He hooked his arms around my thighs pulling me down to sit on his face. “Oh shit!” I gasped in surprise, shuttering when his tongue came to lick and suck at my clit. God, it made a chill go down my back. His tongue pushed into my cunt in one quick motion, he was using his arms to guide my hips on his tongue making this feeling absolutely perfect. Slowly a coil started to form in my stomach, and unlike its building it quickly broke.
when I moved away from his face he was covered in my cum, using his hands to wipe and lick it off his fingers. “You taste so good.” I knew he was lying, Cum tasted horrible I should know. But the way he absolutely devoured what was on his fingers, like he was having his last meal before the electric chair, I almost believed him. We both laid on his bed for a minute, before I finally got up and went to the bathroom, coming back out with a towel and wet washcloth. Anthony is now sitting back with his back to his head board. He took it from me as soon as I got to bed. Wiping his mouth off first, and then focusing on me purely.
“I can't get enough of you.” Anthony kissed my cheek. It was quiet while he cleaned us both off. Neither of us wanted to whisk the comforting silence away. Until he finally spoke up. “What does this make us now?” I shrugged my shoulders letting him lean his chin on my stomach, looking up at me. “What do you want to be Lockwood?” He grinned at me with his megawatt smile. “Well if you're going to be my girlfriend I don't think you should call me Lockwood. I much prefer Anthony from you.” “Well Anthony, I like that as well.”
The next thing I knew I was holding his head in my arms falling fastly asleep, content in where the night took us.
“So we're murdering them when they wake up right?” Lucy nodded along with George who was making tea in the kitchen. “It's either murder or they get us noise canceling headphones.” He agreed, laughing turning into the fake crying.
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If this is bad I'm sorry, Anyways- this is basically a test before I write part 2 of the café fic- Because im scared it won't be well and ya'll will be disappointed :D SO PLEASE GIVE ME FEEDBACK!!
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justafandomgvrl · 1 year
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3rd person Fem character Josslyn x Anthony Lockwood
First meeting. No warnings required. Short.
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chapter one -- chapter two
It was four am. Who in their right mind could be possibly knocking at the door at four in the morning?
Lucy stumbled over her feet as she jogged down the stairs, pulling her rapier from the umbrella stand before opening the door. A girl fell through the door, collapsing into the hallway. Lucy dropped the rapier and immediately pulled the girl further into the house, shutting and locking the door behind her. George and Lockwood jogged down the stairs to see to the commotion and George froze at the sight.
"Well, are you going to help, or are you both just going to stand there like bloody lemmings?" Lucy asked and the boys snapped into action.
Josslyn woke up, face down on a couch. There was weight on her legs holding her down and someone was rubbing alcohol on her shoulder.
"There now, stay still. I'm almost finished." A soft voice said from above her. Sunlight spilled through the room, the midday sky perfectly clear. George sighed, keeping pressure on her legs as her body started to twitch.
"Lockwood." George said quietly, noticing a small scar on the small of Josslyn's back. Anthony turned from her shoulder. The girl's body was littered with scars but this was different. Jagged. Ugly. Almost angry, even.
"Lucy?" Lockwood shouted. The girl who had opened the door to Josslyn came running in, handing him an assortment of bandages and tape and scissors. "Who are you?" He asked as he noticed Josslyn's fists clenching and unclenching. He bandaged her with care, wrapping it around her shoulder and making a temporary sling for her arm from the bandages.
"Josslyn Meadows." She managed through gritted teeth. Lockwood helped her to sit up, passing her a glass of water and some codeine.
"Why are you here, instead of at a hospital?" George asked. She looked over at him as she swallowed the pain relief, hair stuck to her forehead from sweat, her cheeks tearstained.
"I don't know who shot me. But I think I know why. Which is why I came here. I know you're an agency." Josslyn mumbled. "And I think I can help you get more jobs." Everyone was suddenly more alert, listening to her a bit closer. "You have a listener, right?" Lockwood nodded, gesturing to Lucy. "I'm like a listener, but not quite. I see visions of how people died. I solved countless murder cases back home before I came to London." Josslyn said. "Someone shot me because I almost solved something they didn't want to be solved." Lockwood found a grin growing on his face.
"Thats amazing! I never heard of anyone having a talent like that. You actually see what happened?" Lucy asked. George shook his head.
"That's not possible." He mumbled. Lockwood elbowed him, perhaps not as gently as he could have. His eyes never left Josslyn's as she described her talent, gesturing awkwardly with only one hand.
"You're hired." Lockwood said.
"Where is she gonna sleep, Lockwood?" George huffed.
"There's a couch in my room. She can stay there for now. We'll figure out something more permanent when she doesn't have an injury that needs taking care of." Lockwood said with a shrug. "Welcome to Lockwood and Co, Josslyn Meadows." Josslyn grinned at him through her pain, shaking his hand with her uninjured arm.
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Ive not requested anything before so I’m not really sure what to say, sorry if this doesn’t make any sense
But an Anthony Lockwood enemies to lovers would be so good, like maybe she’s friends with Lucy and followed her to London but cant stand Anthony, in the beginning at least.
I’ve been looking for one and i cant seem to find any, maybe I’m not looking hard enough lmao.
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HATE YOU AND I HATE MYSELF FOR LOVING YOU TOO
Blades clashed and scraping occurred, grating the ears of those near. 
“Feeling tired?” 
“Not in the slightest.” I sneered, determined to win this match. I knocked his blade to the floor, pointing mine at his neck. “Touché. How does it feel to lose?” 
“I haven’t.” He used his foot to whisk his rapier back into his hand, flicking mine expertly and letting it hit the wall far away, putting me in the position I put him a second ago. “You have. Sorry, Rhys, but you’ll have to do better next time. But better still won’t be enough.” 
“Shove off, you narcissistic sod.” I spat, picking up my rapier. “You’ve played that move so many times it’s old.” 
“Yet it always works. I wonder why.” 
Blades clashed and scraping occurred, grating the ears of those near. 
“Feeling tired?” 
“Not in the slightest.” I sneered, determined to win this match. I knocked his blade to the floor, pointing mine at his neck. “Touché. How does it feel to lose?” 
“I haven’t.” He used his foot to whisk his rapier back into his hand, flicking mine expertly and letting it hit the wall far away, putting me in the position I put him a second ago. “You have. Sorry, Rhys, but you’ll have to do better next time. But better still won’t be enough.” 
“Shove off, you narcissistic sod.” I spat, picking up my rapier. “You’ve played that move so many times it’s old.” 
“Yet it always works. I wonder why.” 
“Because you’re a one-trick pony?” 
“Not as bad as a no-good, has-been sloth.” We made faces as each other, Lockwood going back to George and me to Lucy and Artemis. “How am I meant to win against him?” 
“I dunno. I can’t spot any weakness.” Lucy shrugged. Artemis shook her head, laughing. 
“Wrong way to see this, Lucy. We agreed that this match has no rules. Play it that way.” Artemis strategised. “He’ll follow the rules of fencing better than you will, and I have one more thing you can try.” 
“What?” 
“Seduction. Works every time.” 
“Oh come on, Arty, that isn’t fair.” Lucy tutted. 
“Anthony Lockwood gets surprised at the thought of any woman being interested in him, especially this woman.” She gestured to me. “Give it a whirl, girl, and if it doesn’t help you win then you can slap me.” 
I stepped up, determined, wielding my rapier. “Ready to lose, Lockwood?” 
“I’ve never lost to you before, then why now?” 
“Oh, you’ll see, handsome.” I lightly ran my finger down the curve of his jaw, giving an attractive smirk. Lucy watched, surprised that I was capable of flirting, George gave Lockwood a side eye and Artemis just chuckled. It actually was working.
“That’s our girl.” She grinned folding her arms. “Now watch Lockwood’s reaction.” 
“H-Handsome?” He stammered, adjusting his tie. 
“Yeah, a real sight for sore eyes.” I winked, making George burst out into gales of laughter. This threw Lockwood off, but he still shakily raised his rapier. I raised mine, flicking back my hair. 
“En garde.” 
“Prêts?” 
“Allez!” Still flustered, Lockwood was distracted, giving time for me to cleanly sweep his rapier out of his hand, lodging it into the wall. Artemis fist bumped me, both the ladies acting as my wingwomen in this situation.
“How’s that for a no-good, has-been sloth?” I boasted, putting my rapier back in my scabbard. 
“That isn’t fair. You flirted with me!” He protested. 
“Last time I checked, the only rule was fight with a rapier.” Artemis argued back. “Rhys won fair and square.” 
“It worked, surprisingly.” Lucy added. “Come on, Rhys, we’ll go for tea outside to celebrate.” 
“Tea without me?!” George called. 
“You’re Lockwood’s wingman, not Rhys’!” 
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We were sitting in the locally famous cafe Just A Cuppa, drinking tea and coffee and eating delicious pastries. Artemis had taken us here after being recommended the place, but so far no one had said anything. Artemis and Lucy were giving me looks and then exchanging them. 
“What?” I asked, exasperated. 
“Did you see how much Lockwood was simping for you before the fight?” Lucy smirked. 
“No, we hate each other.” 
“Or you love each other. You came here with Lucy, I know that, and instead of love at first sight it was hate at first sight, but everything’s changed. Might I remind you, Rhys, that when you first came here, you couldn’t flirt to save your life.” Artemis reminisced. “Gave Marco a little bit of a scare.” 
“And now you can easily flirt with Lockwood of all people? Put two and two together, hobo, you’re meant to be!” Lucy added. 
“Meant to be?!” I scoffed. “More like meant to stay away.” 
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“Did she… flirt with me?” Lockwood asked. 
“You doth be shooketh.” George chuckled. “She got you real good.” 
“But no, we hate each other! She can’t like me!” 
“Yes she can.” 
“She does. You like her too. Obviously.” 
“No.” 
“Yes.” 
“Maybe. Can you ask her and report back to me-“ 
“I’m not an owl!” George snapped. “You’re acting like the arrogant version of Anthony Lockwood.” 
“But I am Anthony Lockwood.” Lockwood was slapped on the head with a newspaper, making him wince. “Sorry.” 
“Try being compassionate for once. Maybe you’ll get the girl.” 
“Try being what now?” 
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Everyone was playing cards earlier, a nice, fun- 
Scratch that. 
A tense, pressurising, EXTREMELY COMPETITIVE game of Bluff. 
“One ace.” Lockwood announced, throwing his card down. Rhys was next to him, so obviously, fuelled by her deep love hatred for the boy, picked it up, but something was written on the card. 
I LOVE YOU, RHYS. 
I didn’t have time to process it when I felt a pair of lips on mine, the sensation so perfect and inviting that I lost control of my body, my arms wrapping around their neck. When I pulled back, my eyes widened in horror. 
“Lockwood?” 
“That’s me.” He grinned, eyelids flickering. I had seen that everyone left the room, so I pulled him back for a kiss again, obliging to being pulled into his lap. 
“I… hate… you…” I mumbled between kisses. 
“I… hate… you… too.” 
“Nah, you love each other.” 
“No doy, Sherlock!”
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mara’s oc list ⭑ Margot Kipps & Sonia Parikh
If you came here in search of answers, prepare to be sorely disappointed. While the associates at the Parikh & Kipps Agency would love to provide those answers you seek, they are, at present, unable to.
However, they do consider themselves relatively close, and are quite proud of themselves. Yet, because they have never been ones to hoard the spotlight, they do feel so inclined to inform you that the Lockwood & Co. Agency is in part to thank for these advances in research. This is truly all that can be said about the matter as it currently stands.
Now hopefully this satisfies your curiosities enough, and, in an interest to not expose you to the unpleasantness that a longer explanation would entail, it is recommended that you turn away now. Satisfy yourself with the idea that answers have not been found, and the detail of the associates' field research is of no greater value.
If, though, you are still in search of a greater truth, or you simply enjoy reading about troublesome events which offer no resolution, you might want to hear the whole story. Unpleasantness included. 
Like all great stories do, it started about three weeks ago during a modest house fire.
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shadowchild13 · 1 year
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New Lockwood & Co Fic over on Wattpad. 
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SUMMARY: Lockwood and co take on yet another case. Lucy asks about the extra door in the kitchen. Why is it boarded shut?
NOTES: this is an oc insert but feel free to change the name and pronouns in your head. I'll try to use more gn terms in any other fics I write :)
WARNINGS: mentions of blood, murder, death and ✨ghosts?✨
WORD COUNT: 1303 words
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The foggy London air seeped under the door of Portland Row. The smell of burnt toast and jam wafted through the house. Profanities could be heard as George Karim, Lucy Carlyle and Anthony Lockwood all rushed to extract the charred remains out of the toaster.
"I told you not to use it. It's been broken since yesterday!" George chided, dropping a piece of toast into the trash.
"Well it wouldn't be broken if someone hadn't tried to toast that silverglass!" Lucy retorted, munching on an apple instead. "How does that even work by the way?!" "That was-"
"Enough. No one uses the toaster, problem solved. We have a-" Lockwood was cut off by the echo of the doorbell. The two waited as Lucy went out to answer it.
"Oh hello!" Muffled voices filtered through to the kitchen. Soon after, the door creaked open to reveal a grinning Lucy.
"We've got a proper client."
Monty Ferguson was a cautious man. He'd spent his 83 years on this earth avoiding anything that may risk his life. So when he began to experience disturbances in his family's summer mansion, he hired agents to solve his problem as soon as possible.
Mr Ferguson set down his teacup with one pale, trembling hand. "I can pay you handsomely, just get rid of it!" he stood, as if emphasising his point. Lockwood leaned forward and eased the old man back into his seat. "That can absolutely be done, sir. Could you possibly tell us who you think it might be?"
As it turns out, Mr Ferguson did have some ideas. Specifically the idea that his dead wife, who was murdered (something he failed to mention to them. George found this in a decades old newspaper) was after him. It seemed Mrs Ferguson was set on revenge for her untimely demise.
"Chains?" "Yep." "Flares?" "Lockwood we're working inside-" "Right. Salt bombs?"
Lockwood & Co worked like a well oiled machine while preparing for the job ahead. They chatted, ate and went over plans once or twice, just in case. Twenty minutes later, they were in a cab and on the way to their destination..
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Kraken Hill Estate was a grand place. The iron gates opened out to a large driveway. Gravel crunched beneath the car wheels as Lucy stared in awe at the well manicured gardens spread out on either side of them. "This place is huge! The source could be anywhere."
Lockwood, who was observing from the opposite window, replied with a sigh. "Well we know her body was found in the bedroom. Possible botched robbery, except they didn't steal anything."
George turned in his seat. "Actually, authorities believed that the body was moved. They found patches of her and someone else's blood in these very gardens." he tilted his head towards Lockwood's window. Lucy looked over at her colleagues with wide eyes and a mischievous expression. "Meeting with a secret lover?"
The car stopped before the conversation could continue. The trio lugged the gear out and up the front steps.
Lockwood pushed open the large door. As Lucy crossed the threshold, she scoffed. "Amazing. And they don't even live here half the time!"
Checkered marble floors and spotless stone tables with delicate glass vase on them greeted the agents. The paintings spotted around on the walls were clearly highly priced. The colours vivid, illuminated by the diminishing rays of sunset reflected off of the grand, glittering chandelier.
"Ah agents! Thank you for coming."
A smooth voice distracted them from the dazzling room. A rather professional looking young man made his way down the lavish (also marble) staircase. "His son." Lockwood whispered to the other two before reaching forward to shake his hand. "It's an absolute pleasure. I'm Anthony Lockwood, and these are my associates Lucy Carlyle and George." The man smiled(a chilling sight). It was more of a baring of teeth than an expression of happiness. Lucy shuddered.
"I am Richard. It's getting dark so I'll make this quick.
"The disturbances occur mainly in the upstairs parlour. Odd noises, drops in temperature and such. My father might have mentioned that he felt like he was being followed or hunted." Richard gestured back the way he came. "The stairs are that way. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a rather important dinner to get to." He exchanged a nod with George and Lockwood, then brushed hurriedly past them.
Georges eyes followed him out.
"Am I the only one who thought he was pretty suspicious?"
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"He said she was following him, so it has a purpose. Probably a Type Two. Lucy?" "Nothing yet." "Temperature is 13 degrees."
The team advanced further through the house. Just as they were about to turn back, Lucy stopped abruptly, causing George to drop his torch. The thermometer beeped rapidly.
"Jesus Lucy! A little warning-" George stood back up to see not one, but two ghosts hovering a few metres ahead. "... next time." He finished weakly. There was a low pulse, then silence for a moment. Lucy's eyes snapped open. When she spoke, her voice shook.
"Run."
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Footsteps thundered across the wooden floors as the ghostly pair screeched after them.
"What did you hear?!" Lockwood asked, lobbing a salt bomb at the woman, catching her in the shoulder. "He killed her! Her lover! She wanted to come clean to her husband so he killed her!" Lucy slammed the door behind them, temporarily stalling the ghosts.
George frowned. "But then who killed-" "Her son. He was in the garden that day, playing with his little brother." Lockwood ran a hand through his hair and cursed. He'd known the brothers had found the blood and the body. There was even a ball, lying in the bush behind the blood splatter. He'd been too engrossed in reading the article to notice.
Lucy was first to know that something was different. "I think we can go outside now." She whispered. George pushed open the door slowly, checking the hallway before letting them through.
Lucy closed her eyes again, listening intently. Lockwood kept one hand on his rapier. He could see the glow of plasm down the hall.
"Luce?" "Yeah I'm getting there. Down that way and to the left. I can hear laughter." She gestured opposite the ghostly forms.
George stepped forward, his rapier drawn. "Go. I'll fend them off." Before Lockwood could protest, Lucy grabbed his arm and dragged him away.
"I think it's a gift. Something her husband gave her." "Anniversary present?"
Lucy shrugged, went into the last room and began rummaging through the cabinet. Papers, ink, even a spoon, but nothing that looked like a anniversary gift.
A shout from Lockwood drew her attention to the closet. He was holding up a shiny set of pearls.
"Yes that's it!"
Lucy rushed to secure the pearls in a silverglass box. Lockwood grinned.
"One down, one to go."
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Lucy was washing the dishes that evening when she noticed the door.
It was rather unremarkable, which was probably why it had gone unnoticed for so long. Lucy had never seen Lockwood or George use it and when she tried to open it, it was boarded shut.
Huh.
"Lockwood?" She called up the stairs. George was coming down them, having finished patching himself up after the Kraken Hill case. He stopped by the bottom. "What're you yelling for?"
Lucy ignored his annoyed tone.
"The door in the kitchen, the one that's boarded shut. What is it?" George opened his mouth to answer.
"It leads next door."
Lockwood emerged from the library holding a empty teacup in his hand. Lucy turned around, confused.
"Why do we have a door that leads next door?!"
Lockwood and George exchanged a look. "Well?" Lucy asked expectantly.
Why were they making those faces?
Lockwood sighed.
"An old friend used to live there. An agent. Her name was Winifred Mattes."
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ms-fade · 1 year
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Do you write for Lockwood and Co because I’ve seen one or two fics on your page but can’t see the list of characters on your list and was just wondering who you wrote for :)
Yes I do! Also others too
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sabinesybill · 7 months
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Queen of Hearts
Link in the title 🌙
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☀️6.3k
☀️Found family
☀️Hurt/Comfort
☀️Gift giving as a love language
☀️ can be read as platonic but 💅
☀️Holly/Lucy, locklyle, Lucy/Norrie
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bloodcanbehot · 1 year
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I’m still working on my Lockwood fanfic, but if I do start posting it (which would be on wattpad) do you guys want me to post it here? I don’t know if I should post it as and oc fic or a reader fic tho (my oc’s name is Camille btw)
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shadowbriar · 9 months
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Anthony Lockwood - Vulnerable Headcanon
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Notes : I have never done headcanons before, bear with me if this is not up to your expectation. If you like this post and would like to support me, please visit my kofi page and perhaps get me a coffee?☕
Anthony wasn’t the type to be vulnerable about his feelings. Having to survive the cruel world alone from a young age, Anthony’s found comfort in keeping his troubles to himself.
Oftentimes it boosts his ego. How things eventually fall into place, even if he has to improvise and be just reckless enough to see it done, at the end of the day he would always come home with a bright smile.
Being close with Anthony doesn't mean that he would show his troubles easily. Most times you would have to play riddle and decipher his hidden meanings because he’s just too used to keeping things to himself and his ego often gets in the way of him admitting his worries.
The first time he’s ever shown his vulnerability would be out of accident. Perhaps a mission went wrong or a fight happened between him and the others. You heard his silent sobs at the library in the middle of the night, but let him be as you weren't sure if he would be appreciative of your sudden barge in.
You tried to talk to him about it the following morning. Making sure he knows that he can always come to you and find shelter, but he would always only reply with a nod and a smile. He never wanted to make you worry about him.
Until one day.
There was a soft knock on your door. It was a peaceful night, some time after a big mission was successfully done and everyone went home with bright happy smiles. You thought everyone was neatly tucked on their bed, getting that very much due rest they have been lacking lately, but there he is, Anthony, standing by your door with an unsure smile.
Even when you greet him with a gentle smile and soft call of his name, Anthony still felt like he was bothering you and began to ramble “Forget it”, “Sorry for disturbing your sleep”, “It’s nothing” and trying to flee out of the situation.
It was when you took his wrist that he calmed a little, stopping vomit of nonsense excuses and took a deep inhale.
“I don’t know what to say or what to do, but would you be willing to join me at the library tonight? Your presence calms me.”
Ever since that night you’ve been spending more time talking and enjoying each other’s company at the library. There are times when you find yourself fallen asleep and waking up with a blanket covering yourself. Anthony always made sure that you were properly taken care of whenever you fell asleep there.
Some time after the countless nights spent at the library, Anthony begins talking about his past. About his memory of his parents, his little sister, his childhood, things he has never shared with anyone before.
Sometimes he would be crying, sobbing as the memory washes over him and you would have your arms embracing him for support. You both would be in such a position for hours, oftentimes falling asleep and finding each other held close as you wake up in the morning.
Anthony had never had anyone to share his burden with so vulnerability has always been something he tries to bury deep inside. He has trouble expressing his intentions so most times you would just hold him close until the storm passes and he could find better ways to convey his message.
It would be a long way until he could be comfortable in expressing his burden but he was willing to learn and you’ll be there, guiding and holding him close through each battle.
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deadsnothere · 1 year
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HE WAS AWAKE?!
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synopsis - Someone who's to stubborn finally asks for help but also gets a love confession in their "sleep"
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request - No
Word Count - 1.1k
Speak Ali! - This was full impulse don't expect anymore out of me- (do expect more out of me) Unless i feel like it. But I might not- Who knows honestly. Please send in request!! I am only accepting Lockwood right now, sorry :(
HE WAS AWAKE?! Pt.2
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Lockwood barley asks for help,
And we all know it. He's an idiot who thinks he can do everything alone, no matter what. Me, George, And Lucy are always his anchors, we keep him from doing the stupidest shit, even if that means distracting him in less than ideal ways. Like aggressive flirting, just to let Lucy steal a case file. But we still get it done.
So when Anthony Lockwood himself knocked on my door at 2 in the morning with the most exhausted look on his face, let's just say I was more than concerned.
I was changing out of my ‘work’ shirt to put on an undershirt to fall asleep in. I'd been working on a new flare design all night and the shirt I was originally going to go to bed in had ash and grease all over it. when I heard a knock on the door. There he was my roommate, Employer, and “crush”, Anthony Lockwood. “Ant, what's up?- It's 2:36 in the morning, I was about to get in bed-”
His face screamed tired, his eye bags were deeper than normal and his hands were playing with the seam of his pajama pants pocket, like he does when he's nervous.
“I-” He whispered as if he was hesitant to ask in the first place. ”I can't sleep and I always sleep best when- You're in my room…just-” The way he rubbed the back of his neck, looking down at the ground, told me he was embarrassed. “Can I just sleep in here tonight…?” Anthony looked almost as if he regretted asking, like he should've just walked away instead of knocking on the door; Which he now stood in front of, wide open.
I nodded along with his words, moving away from my door and walking to my bed. “Just close the door after you come in, sleeping with it open-” He finished the sentence with me, already knowing what I was going to say. “-‘gives me anxiety’ I know Ali.”
When he walked into the room slowly, he was looking around at the posters and metal creations that hung from the walls and ceiling. There were things like metal dragons, butterflies with dazzling colors, Firefly's with handcrafted wings and many more insects and mystical creatures. “After we complete big cases I make a little statue and I hang it around the room…It's like reminding myself how far I’ve come.” His eyes landed on me next, I was already sitting on the bed, smiling at him warmly, my eyes closed, head leaned back from exhaustion.
“Come on Ant.” I patted next to me, laying down on my back moving closer to the wall so he had room to lay down to.
His posture says he's confident, like he's not afraid to make a wrong move. But his eyes are different. They look so hesitant, so terrified of how this could look to other people.
After a case went bad yesterday, Barnes called me Anthony's lover. He's been on edge since then, Maybe it hurt a bit when he got so defensive over the fact that I was in fact not his lover. It already hurts when I know he's just a flirty person to get what he wants, that when he flirts with me it doesn't mean I'm special. Now this? At least I know he doesn't like me back, before I went and tried to ask him on a date or something.
I faced towards the wall when he climbed into the bed, pulling the soft blanket over us both. Our routine moved like it did when I went into his room to sleep. His arm hooked under my body and pulled me into his chest, which felt cool with the silk pajama shirt he had on at the moment. Our legs tangled together, his face was pressed into the nape of my neck, and our breathing matched almost perfectly. This felt so normal, so nonchalant. But this is Lockwood we're talking about! He wouldn't do this with just anyone! Would he?
Ok, no he wouldn't- But he just trusts me! We’ve been friends for years, of course he trusts me. It's obvious I’m just a friend to him, and yes maybe it's not a friend thing to cuddle up to your friend while you press your face into their neck…like I said he just trusts me! It's a simple platonic thing to do when you go to a friend you trust for help sleeping!
But it would be so nice if he didn't mean it in a friendly way..For him to hold my hand, and laugh and walk with me to go on a date, Or maybe to cook dinner for our kids or babysitting…That sounds like heaven, an unrealistic heaven. But to be fair I do already basically babysit, but it's always me and George babysitting, not me and lockwood, mainly because we're babysitting him and Lucy during cases but still I can dream.
I turned my head around just enough to see his face, eyes closed, breathing soft, and nose pushed against my neck still. I tried to turn just enough to not wake him up but also be able to see him. I'm really hoping I didn't wake him up, or that he was really asleep, because this next part would be embarrassing if I did.
I placed a hand on his face, kissing the top of his head and running my hand through his hair. “I Love You, Anthony Lockwood. You stupid self-sacrificing idiot.” I turned around all the way and moved up a bit, his face laid on my chest, and my arms wrapped around his head holding him close.
Finally comfortable enough to fall asleep. It's been so long since I got a good sleep in my own bed, maybe the feeling of his hands on my back, pushing me closer to him, really did help me sleep, Maybe it made me feel protected, like I can be vulnerable again, like i'm safe in his ar- “Did you just call me a self-sacrificing idiot?-” SHIT-
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thank you for reading to the end of this shit :D i can't promise a part two but hey i'll try.
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justafandomgvrl · 1 year
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3rd person Fem character Josslyn x Anthony Lockwood
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chapter one -- chapter two
warning: swearing
Josslyn had taken longer to heal than she wanted to. She could barely hold her rapier, let alone defend herself. It irked her beyond belief.
Lockwood had been kind about it. He'd told George and Lucy that Josslyn was sleeping on the sofa, but the very first night he laid her down in his bed and took the couch for himself. And to his credit, he hadn't asked about the scar.
George had. Every day. She never answered him, but it didn't deter him. She would answer him one day, but that day was far, far away.
For now though, she was content. She almost felt safe, sipping on the dregs of a hot cup of tea that Lucy had made for her.
"And that's how we destroyed the mirror." George finished his excited babble and Josslyn smiled at him.
"Sounds like I missed out on something exciting." Josslyn whispered, wincing as she put her cup down. "Except all of it sounds terrifying and I'm very glad I wasn't involved." Lockwood snorted into his teacup before taking a sip, passing it off as a cough. Lucy raised an eyebrow, noticing his arm resting on the back of Josslyn's chair. He chose to ignore her.
"It was terrifying." Lucy said. "We almost died almost a hundred times for that bloody thing." She added. Josslyn bit back a smile as she stood up.
"I'm going to get changed." She said, disappearing up into Lockwood's room. She was living in his hoodies and shirts and Lucy's jeans - everything was just a bit too big but it was comfortable and better for her arm while it healed.
Lockwood sighed as he pulled his arm from the empty chair.
"You trust her." George said and Lockwood turned to him.
"What do you mean?" He asked, looking down at the note on the cloth Lockwood's a prick.
"It's been two weeks and she's still sleeping in your room." Lucy pointed out. "Could've moved some stuff out of the library and put a small bed in there for her. But you haven't even suggested it, bet you haven't even thought of it." Lockwood paused, opening his mouth to answer but they got cut off from shouts upstairs.
"Fuck! Shit!" Josslyn's voice travelled through the house and Lockwood immediately left the table. George slid a five pound note across the table to Lucy.
"Josslyn? You alright?" He called, knocking on his own bedroom door. Two weeks ago it would've felt strange. Now it felt natural.
"I... I need help. But you can't look." Her voice eventually came back and he opened the door stepping inside and freezing on the spot when he realised she was half changed. "Shut the bloody door!" She hissed and he shook his head, looking at the ceiling as he closed the door. "I got stuck pulling the t-shirt on. Just help me get my arm through." She muttered. Lockwood swallowed but walked over to her, looking anywhere but at her. His eyes flitted to her face as he eased her arm through the sleeve of his t-shirt and she pulled it down the rest of the way immediately.
"You got it from here?" He asked, his hand lingering on her shoulder. Her cheeks flushed as his fingers brushed her hair, tucking it behind her ear.
"Yeah, yeah... Ive got it." She muttered, pulling away from him and pulling one of his hoodies on. "Thanks, for, well, you know." She mumbled, disappearing past him out of his room. He paused, realising that all the clothes she had previously borrowed were folded neatly by the bed.
Lucy and George, to their credit, didn't say anything about it when everyone was back around the table.
"The murder I've been solving. I think it took place in a small cottage out near Piccadilly." Josslyn said, eager to wipe the memories of what had happened from her mind. "I just need to make a stop and find the source. Then I'll go take care of it." She said and Lockwood shook his head.
"On your own? You can't even hold your rapier long enough to fight. We're going with you." He said firmly. She began to argue but he cut her off. "I hired you. That makes me your boss. You won't go alone. That's final." He added and Josslyn sighed, going quiet.
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Part three may have more action 👀
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Tw! Abuse
Hey, ik this is kinda harsh but could I request an Anthony lockwood x fem reader where they both knew eachother when they were younger and during that time she only lived with her dad as her mum is dead and because of that her dad was abusive towards her. Lockwood knew that something was wrong but he never pushed and he always felt guilty leaving her cause she never had any talents. Years later everything got worse for her and one night she shows up at lockwoods extremely hurt so he takes care off her. You don't have to do it if you don't ik it's a bit of a harsh subject.
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A/N - Decided to combine those two! TW- ABUSE
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YOUR SCARS WILL NEVER HEAL AND MY GUILT WILL NEVER FADE
I couldn't help but scream out in pain. Pain because of the fresh bruises blooming across my body. Pain because there wasn't anyone to save me.
Pain because my mother was dead, and I couldn't bring her back.
"SHE'S DEAD BECAUSE OF YOU!" My dad yelled, striking me once again. Over time I'd just learnt to be numb. Keep your head down and it'll stop. It eventually does.
But it just built into a dam ready to flood.
I called out his name, the one who'd seen my bruises, the one who'd asked me if everything was ok to help me but he never showed, leaving me to wallow in my own despair and self-pity.
"Are you sure you're alright, Eve?" Artemis asked me, furrowing her eyebrows.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"You don't look fine. You look like you've been in a fight with a bear." Lockwood gave me a concerned once over, and I again had a flashback to last night.
"Yeah, I'm ok. Perfectly fine."
"If you say so..." We continued not bringing it up, even though Lockwood seemed to notice something was off, like a small wince whenever I shifted, a conscious rub to my arm, but every time he caught something he pushed it out of his mind, putting on his savvy smile again. I wanted to speak up, but it's like I was forbidden to. Like my dad was behind me, holding his old hockey stick just in case I let something slip.
Don't let something slip.
The whole day, every touch felt like an electric shock. I jumped at them, feeling tetchy. And Lockwood was there to see all of them, but he just gave me the same flippant grin he usually wore.
Artemis seemed more concerned, prone to letting me in her Rolls to drive home instead of letting me walk, bringing extra sweets and snacks to cheer my mood. I felt at least a little less trapped in school, but at home it felt like a zoo.
I didn't want to visit zoos anymore. I'd see myself in the poor trapped animals, unable to escape or say anything, subjected to a life they didn't want. It felt horrible.
I felt horrible.
I felt empty as I watched Artemis and Lockwood go to agent training together, leaving me to go home and feel even more worthless as I wondered why I wasn't like them.
Artemis with the talent and the witty personality that got her through losing her family.
Lockwood with the talent and the happy-go-lucky attitude that blocked out his trauma that he gained.
There were both so skilled at drowning out the noise that this created but somehow I wasn't.
Somehow I had no talent. I wasn't witty. I wasn't happy-go-lucky. I was plain, weak and subjective, unable to fight back against my dad when I knew I should.
So why couldn't I?
Why couldn't I be like them? Strong and capable?
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"Anthony, something is actually happening with Eve, I don't think I can ignore it." Artemis brought up suddenly, running a hand through her hair. "I won't be here for much longer and you'll be the only one she has left."
"Nonsense. Nothing's happening to Eve, she's just having her exams right now." He answered swiftly, convincing himself more than Artemis.
"Are you absolutely sure?"
"Couldn't be more sure. This a simple case of you overreacting, that's all. You're feeling a little under the weather, but you're ok. Just fine."
"Lockwood, what if this is something serious?” She insisted, feeling like something was wrong. “If we realise it too late, I won’t be able to forgive myself.” 
“Artemis, Eve’s just going through a case of exam anxiety. Remember how frustrated and closed off we were when we took our grades?” He held her shoulders with a look which said ‘I know what I’m talking about’. 
“I was fine, you were hysterical, plus, this started happening ever since her mother died. I think we should find out what’s going on.” 
“Oh, Artemis, you’re just finding every little detail after your parents died. You’re both still in mourning, that’s what this is. Calm down, Eve’s fine and so are you.” Lockwood hugged Artemis, ultimately still trying to convince himself that Eve was ok. But he was Anthony bloody Lockwood. Nothing could go wrong in his presence.
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I was out taking a walk even after curfew. I didn’t want to go home, and after everything, death by ghosts I can’t see is infinitesimally better than seeing my dad, the person who never loved me, the one who blamed me for my mother’s death and the one who I couldn’t believe I loved and thought would treat me like a human being the moment before my death, raising his hand for the coup de grace. It seemed appealing at the most, dying instantly and lying there on the road until someone found me. Maybe then I’ll attain peace. I could see my mother then. Find solace in her arms. 
“Get down!” A familiar voice yelled, slashing a rapier in mid air, protecting me from something. “Eve, what the hell are you doing?! This place is infested with lurkers and wraiths!” 
“Wraith incoming!” Artemis yelled, expertly twirling her rapier and protecting me, her hair’s white streaks glowing silver. “It’s past curfew, Evelyn. We need to get you somewhere safe.” 
“What’s nearest?!” 
“Either Ev’s house or mine.” 
“Let’s go to your house.” I urged, not wanting to return to my house. At least I’m comfortable with Artemis, Lockwood and even Marco, Artemis’ bodyguard and chauffeur, and Alfie, her butler, make me feel at home. I rarely see her brother Turstin. 
“Alright, on three, run. One, two, three!” We all sprinted away, getting into the Rolls and speeding off. I rested my head on the back of the seat, hands covering my face. “Eve, you know there’s a curfew for a reason. Why were you out there?” 
“I just wanted to take a walk.” I reasoned. 
“At 8pm?” Lockwood raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. “You’re lucky we found you in time. Your dad was really worried, plus you could’ve been ghost touched.” 
My dad wasn’t worried in the slightest. He just wanted a kid he could blame. And take his anger out on. 
“Thank you.” I finally breathed. “I was stupid and out there with no one to protect me-“ 
“Eve.” He soothed. “I’ll always be there to protect you.” 
Then why aren’t you there when I need you? 
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"I CAN'T STAND YOU! YOU WILL ALWAYS BE A DAMN WASTE OF SPACE!" I couldn't fight back. I felt rooted. By the loss of my mother and the feeling that it really was my fault she was gone. The doorbell rang, a huge wash of relief bathing me from head to toe.
"Hello Mr Dallas, is Evelyn in there?" Thank the heavens, it was Artemis. That must mean that Lockwood wasn't far behind. He answered my call for him.
“Yeah, she is. Come in, Artemis.” I made it seem like everything was ok, no tears spilt or breakages visible, but I hugged Artemis like she was my saviour.
“Where’s Lockwood?” I asked, looking behind her as if he’d walk through the door. My comfort zone. The one who I called out to save me. She looked solemn, biting her lip.
“That… is what I came to talk to you about.”
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“He’s gone?” I stammered, tucking my hair behind my ear. I can’t believe it. He left without saying goodbye.
“Yeah. I’m so sorry, Eve. I tried to convince him otherwise. But then again, that’d be hypocritical of me.” I looked up, tears welling in my eyes.
“No.”
“I have to. My parents aren’t here and I’m the biological kid. My parents need me to do this.”
“But I need you here! Please, don’t leave me too!” 
“I’ll never truly leave you. I’ll come back every week to check on you and I don’t care what it takes or if I lose my company. You’re my best friend.” 
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Years later, things were at its worst. Many of my dad’s friends were dead because of the ghosts outside and he blamed it on me. 
“YOU COULD’VE HAD TALENTS! SAVED ‘EM, BUT YOU’RE WORTHLESS!” He yelled, the bruises blooming on my body. I could barely eat anything, barely sleep, and I felt like I was slowly losing my life. 
At least Artemis kept her word. 
Dad had been careful not to try anything on a Friday because that’s when Artemis visited, and no one wants to be caught by a multi-trillionaire with lawyers that could prove you guilty of crimes you hadn’t even committed. She took me to the best cafes around London, sometimes letting me sleep over at her house. It made up for the absence of Lockwood at least. I thought he’d always be around to protect me. I was wrong. 
But today was a Thursday, so I wasn’t safe. 
I cried out for a saviour that wouldn’t come as the blows rained down on me, but they didn’t stop. They kept on coming. Tonight got worse than ever, and I slowly felt my life slipping away- 
“Get off her!” The pain didn’t pulse rapidly and I felt the hits stop raining down on me as I heard a struggle and the sound of someone fighting another off, a rapier being drawn.
“That’s my daughter!” 
“That’s someone you’ve been abusing for 3 years!” It was Artemis. “How unlucky for you that I came on a Thursday, am I right? Now get away from her. Eve, you need to run, now!” I heard her urgent call, so I groggily got up, running as fast as I could but not really caring where my feet were taking me. I bumped into a girl wearing a blue playsuit, but before I could run further she stopped me with a gasp. 
“Who did this to you?!” She asked. “George! Lockwood!” My eyes flickered at the name, but I collapsed, falling into someone’s warm embrace. 
I woke up on a chaise lounge in an antique-looking house, my body aching. I felt warm, and bandages and plasters had been put on my bruises.
“You convinced me two years ago that there was nothing wrong. This has been happening for three. Her own father has been doing this. ‘Just having a case of exam anxiety’ he said. ‘You’re both still in mourning’ he said. You know what your problem is, Anthony? You refuse to believe that anyone but you has problems. We all do, and she had the biggest one but you turned a blind eye!” 
“I felt so guilty leaving her. Guess what, I had an inkling something was wrong, but for her sake I pushed it away!” 
“Should you have pushed it away? Because now she’s lying on that chaise lounge, horribly injured and suffering from emotional wounds she doesn’t deserve. I hope you’re happy, Lockwood, because you’ve really done a number on her. Now, if you excuse me, I need to call my lawyers.” I heard Artemis stomp up the stairs, Lockwood entering the room with mugs of hot chocolate. 
“Evelyn.” He sighed shakily. “I am… so sorry. I never should’ve left you, I…” Lockwood paused, “I should’ve done something. But I was too wrapped up in myself to admit it.” 
“I called out for you.” I admitted, numb. “But you never came.” 
“That’s my biggest mistake.” He agreed, sitting down next to me and setting the tray down. “May I…?” He held out his arms tentatively, so I gradually sank into a hug, finally feeling safe in his arms. “I was thinking… how about you join Lockwood and Co as our co-researcher?” 
“I don’t have any talents.” 
“I don’t care. I’m never leaving you again, because I love you, Evelyn, and I will protect you for as long as I live.”
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EXPECTO PATRONUM (MASTERLIST) ☁︎ ANTHONY LOCKWOOD
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GENRE ➺ HOGWARTS AU [slytherin! lockwood x fem! ravenclaw! reader]. rivals to lovers (and a dash of 'everyone knows but them'). fluff and angst.
WC ➺ 30.8k
SYNOPSIS ➺ after a six year rivalry with lockwood, your patronus suddenly matches his when it didn't before.
DISCLAIMER ➺ reader is implied to be shorter than lockwood. appearance of harry potter next gen characters and a few ocs. lockwood calls reader 'sweetheart' and 'my dearest vexation' (+'my girl'). prefect! lockwood. jessica lockwood lives!! (i also headcanon lockwood being a cunning-flirt, so lockwood might read slightly ooc.)
WARNINGS ➺ strained family dynamics (for reader), love potions (misuse of magic), dragons on the loose, wizard duels, boggarts, and a lot of unpolished dialogue. QUILL KIPPS. blood and injuries (tending to wounds). mentions of kids and marriage at the end.
SWEETHEARTS ➺ @kiyasoup @toddandersondupe @locknco @onecojg @avdiobliss @mentallyillsodapop @mitskiswift99 @mischivana @bella-rose29 @wordsarelife
NOTES ➺ it's been a long time coming. i got lost in the sauce. can you tell? this was originally a oneshot but tumblr's block limit was exceeded lol we can still pretend it's a oneshot!
i hope this finds you when you need it. this is for the girlies who are forever spellbound by london boys 💙 happy nanowrimo !!
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CARDINAL STORYLINE — COMPLETE!
PART ONE ! 13.7k
PART TWO ! 17.4k
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