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The Weeping Girl

When a miserable old man turns up at Lockwood & Co.’s door with the promise of £50,000 for an easy case, it's hard to refuse. But is everything all as it seems, or will this case be a lot more than they bargained for?

TW: Mentions of abuse and murder, mild swearing.

SPOILERS: Mentions a case from The Hollow Boy.

(this is my first attempt at writing my own fanfic so any advice or tips would be very useful <3)

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In front of me sat one of the most wrinkled old men I've ever seen in my life, and Lockwood & Co. have done a lot of cases for old people. He was a Mr Andrew Hallcock and he had come to us with reports of a crying girl heard by his younger servants, himself being way too old to sense ghosts. We, on the other hand, would be able to sense them easily.

Just to catch you up, my name is Lucy Carlyle and I have been a part of a ramshackle agency called Lockwood & Co. as a Junior Field Operative for just under two years. Our agency founder and leader, Anthony Lockwood, was sitting on my right with a cup of tea balanced precariously on his knee. On the chair to my left was George Karim, the deputy and researcher of the trio. He held a plate of carrot cake and was munching noisily, much to our client's disgust. Oh, also, there’s one more. Not sure if he's a member or not but, there's the skull. A few months ago I figured out that I can talk to ghosts, and that we have a real Type Three in our house. No one likes him if I'm honest, due to his crude remarks, but I thought he should be mentioned (He’d get offended if I didn’t.)

Now that we're caught up, we can continue.

“Well then, Mr Lockwood,” Mr Hallcock began. “As I made you aware on the phone, some of my younger servants have reported to me that they can hear crying just before they are about to sleep. I've never had an issue like his before, and I can promise you that my house is not haunted!” He said with a tone of annoyance. Apparently, he wasn't fond of ghosts - or our furniture by the way he perched like a bird ready to take flight.

Lockwood looked uncertain. “Have the servants described in more detail what they've heard?”

“Or has anyone seen anything?” I added helpfully.

Mr Hallcock locked his small beady eyes on mine. “I don’t know why you are butting in, young lady, I thought you were a mere serving girl.”

I went to stand, but Lockwood's hand snaked out and rested on my thigh, pinning me down. “May you answer our questions, please? All three of us are agents and need to know what they may have seen or heard.” He said calmly.

“Very well,” Mr Hallcock began. “They have only reported hearing crying. I don't think any of them are talented enough to see apparitions. Not that there should be one! Anyway,” He continued. “I'm willing to offer up to £50,000 if this issue is resolved quickly and discreetly. The public cannot find out that my home may be haunted, I have a reputation to maintain!”

George reached out for another slice of cake but paused when he heard the figure. I felt Lockwood move his hand.

“Of course, Mr Hallcock. We can promise all that you ask.”

“Good.” He replied. “I'll be expecting you at 8 pm sharp tonight. I will ensure that the house is cleared of all staff, and I will occupy myself away from home. Good day, gentleman.” With a whiff of cigar smoke, he was out the door.

“What a dick, he didn't even say goodbye to me!” I said. I was the first to break the silence that had formed with his absence.

“He could talk for England, that's for sure,” George added.

“Yes, well, he wasn't a very pleasant person, certainly not to you Luce. But, we can't reject that kind of money. Especially not for an easy case like this.” Lockwood said, a large smile forming across his face.

“Here we go…” George said with a sigh.

“Here's the plan, George you go to the archives, find absolutely everything you can about the house and Mr Hallcock, I'll go to Satchels and restock, and Lucy you pack the kit bags,” Lockwood ordered; with a smile, he walked purposefully out the door.

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Two hours later, we were ready. Lockwood, George and I all bundled into the taxi waiting outside Portland Row. It was a small one, and George jumped straight into the passenger seat, dumping our kit bags in the back. This left me practically sitting on Lockwood's lap, squished close next to our kit and the skull. Great.

“Oh, it’s snug back here isn’t it, Lucy?” The skull piped up from the jar on my lap, and I could see a large smirk forming across the glass. “Lockwood looks like a tomato.”

“No idea what you're on about,” I replied sharply.

“Has he given us anything useful, Luce?” Lockwood asked me, having to crane his neck down due to the angle.

“Erm, said it’s not very spacious back here,” I replied, purposefully avoiding eye contact with him.

“Well, quite,” Lockwood said and coughed awkwardly, his cheeks tinged with red. “So then George, fill us in.” He continued, changing the subject.

“Well, Mr Hallcock is a bit of a dick, just like you said Luce. He lied to us about a violent death that occurred in the house to protect his ego and reputation. He-” George cut himself off. “Ooh, you two do look cosy back there!”

“Get to the point, George,” I said. This was mortifying; I could hear the skull's faint laughter in my head.

“Okay, well as I was saying, Mr Hallcock comes from a family of men who think they can do what they want. Specifically to women. At the archives, I found so many complaints to the police from female members of Mr Hallcock's staff about sexual comments and the sort. I mean, remember how he spoke to you, Lucy?”

“Yeah, he treated me like a piece of shit, the sexist bastard.”

“Exactly. Turns out, Mr Hallcock was involved in a murder trial of one of his servants, a 20-year-old girl called Rebecca Hughes. She died on his property in a bedroom upstairs, stabbed to death. One of her fellow servants was charged and hanged for it, and Mr Hallcock was brought forward to give evidence.” George continued.

“You think that's the primary source of the haunting then?” I said, ignoring the teasing remarks coming from the skull.

“Has to be,” George replied. “No other deaths have been reported in the house or the area.”

Lockwood coughed again, his cheeks going redder still. “Well I'm glad I bought some extra protection then, you know how murder victims get. I brought another industrial flare.” Clocking George's concerned look he quickly added, “We’ll use it properly this time, not like Combe Carey.”

“I don't think Mr Hallcock would want us to damage his house either,” I said as we pulled into the long gravel driveway. Just in the distance, I could see the house looming over us. Well, I say house, it was more like a mansion. On its private lot, surrounded by woodland, stood Hallcock Manor. It had a regal-style entrance, with large stone columns and wide steps leading to a grand white door with gold accents carved into the sides. The home spread wide at the sides with small walkways at each end and then cascaded backwards, seemingly never-ending. Basically, it was bloody posh.

The taxi driver dumped us halfway down the drive, complaining that he couldn't be bothered to have to reverse all the way back. Safe to say that Lockwood didn't tip him. We all piled out and headed towards the house. Walking towards it was incredible, but also mortifying. I was in awe at the beauty of the place, but then apprehensive of the danger that could unfold.

As if reading my thoughts, Lockwood spoke. “This should be an easy case guys, no need to worry. Mr Hallcock said that there was no apparition seen and that it was just crying. We will be fine.”

“What about the fact that she's a murder victim? They’re always Type Two’s.” I asked.

“Well, at least we've got this.” Lockwood pulled out the flare and showed it to me and George. After our last use of it, I wasn't reassured.

“I think Lucy should keep a hold of it,” George spoke up. “You were reckless with it last time, you know, lobbing it at the well like that. Lucy will be more careful.”

“Okay, fair enough,” Lockwood replied, though I could tell he wasn't convinced. He passed it over to me, his long fingers brushing against the palm of my hand. I smiled weakly at him, and he grinned back. It was his reassuring smile, the one he used for worried clients.

“Ooh, he almost held your hand!” The skull remarked. “The closest you’ll ever get.” I decided not to recite this one back to the boys.

Lockwood then flourished the keys from one of his coat pockets and opened the door, ensuring that he didn't hesitate on the threshold. Being well-trained, we followed closely behind. The house was just as beautiful inside as out. Regent-style furniture filled the home in a classy sort of way. The walls were lined with floral patterned wallpaper and gold-framed oil paintings hung in neat rows. George pulled out his floor plan and assessed our surroundings.

“This is called the ‘Grand Entrance.’” He said, eyeing the decor. “To be fair, they weren't wrong.”

I closed my eyes and listened. I tuned out the low rumble of Lockwood's voice and the distant beeping of George's thermometer. But the house itself was silent, I couldn’t sense anything.

“You got anything?” I asked the skull, which was fixed to my back.

“Nope, absolutely nothing. I even think I just saw a tumbleweed, it's that boring.”

“Through here should be the main kitchen where we can have some tea, but there are three if you want a choice,” George said, breaking through the skull’s rambling. We carried on walking, assessing the temperature as we went.

Just like the rest of the house, the kitchen was posh too. Marble countertops lined with gold engravings were spread out far against most of the walls. A matching table was in the corner, where George had plugged in a portable kettle. A few minutes later, we had made ourselves comfortable (as comfortable as we could on rock-solid marble chairs) with our tea and biscuits.

“I can't sense anything at the moment,” I said, hugging my tea close for warmth. It was cold, I had noticed, but not supernatural I didn't think

“Me neither,” Lockwood added, “I can't see any death glows. How’s the temperature, George?”

“A bit chilly, but not supernatural. This is an old house, and it’s winter.” He replied checking his watch. “I'm surprised, to be honest, it's 9:30 and there's been nothing so far.”

“We haven't checked upstairs yet though, that's where you said the girl died,” I answered.

“True, although we don’t know where she actually died. All I could find in the archives was that it was an upstairs bedroom. Well, in case you haven't noticed this house is huge, so it could be any of them.” George said in a huff.

“I think we should get on then,” Lockwood said, getting up to leave. “Come on.”

“Go on, follow your boyfriend.” The skull cooed in my ear.

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An hour or so later, we had explored the whole house. And believe me, it took a while. It was about 11 pm now and since the crying was reported “just before the servants went to sleep” it could be any time from now till 12. We had set up a large iron circle in the coldest bedroom on the second-story landing - the servant's quarters. Mr Hallcock had informed us that he slept on the top floor, leaving his servants free reign of the second. Like the rest of the house, it was spacious and included its own kitchen and living area. Despite being a bastard, he at least looked like he treated his employees well.

Sat on the floor with my legs crossed, I could feel the miasma building. I reached into my kit bag for some mints and saw George do the same. I closed my eyes and tried to listen again. There it was! A faint weeping, only a whisper, and I had to concentrate to pick it up.

“You getting anything Luce?” Lockwood asked me.

“Yep,” I answered, needing to stay focused. He took the hint and let me listen.

The crying was still there, getting ever so slightly louder and more hysterical, but it had been taken over by repetitive thumping and banging. It was hard to decipher if it was someone's footsteps or things being moved around. Or maybe even someone's fists. I told this to the boys.

“You think it’s her?” Lockwood said

“Has to be, Lockwood. No one else died here.” George replied, chewing ferociously on a mint.

I stood up and left the circle, the miasma was strong as well as the temperature, but it was manageable. There was a grand fireplace, on a wall in the far corner, again embossed with gold accents on both sides. On impulse, I reached out and let my hands rest on the mantle. A wave of memory from the past hit me. I heard voices, a deep loud one that I recognised as Mr Hallcock. He was shouting at someone, and I could hear the weeping in the background. Was he speaking to Rebecca? Suddenly, there was a loud bang followed by a gut-wrenching scream, then silence.

I prised open my eyes and looked around. Nothing had changed, Lockwood and George still sat in the circle and I was still by the fireplace. The room felt different.

“Luce?” Lockwood walked over and gently touched my arm, “Are you okay? You've gone very pale, and you just stood there for 15 minutes.”

I looked up at him, then around the room. “Really?” I said, “I was gone for that long?”

“Yeah, didn't want to disturb you though, in case you had something,” George added, now munching on a sandwich.

Lockwood and I walked back to the circle and sat down. I filled them in on what I'd heard.

“You sure it was him?” Lockwood asked.

“Positive,” I replied, taking a bite of chocolate. “I would recognise that voice anywhere, and the stuff he was saying was a dead giveaway.”

“Like what?” George asked.

“He kept saying that something was her fault. Said that he would give her one more chance.”

“No wonder she's crying,” George added with a laugh.

“Not funny, George,” Lockwood said, glancing at me.

“Just trying to lighten the mood. Can you not feel the miasma now? It's everywhere.”

And he was right, while we were too busy talking, things had escalated. Ghost fog lined the floor; it lapped and our ankles and the air was bitterly cold making our breaths show in small puffs. Our thermometers showed minus temperatures. We all stood up abruptly, producing our rapiers and stood back to back.

“Why didn't you mention anything?” I asked the skull impatiently.

“Whoops.” Was all I got in return. With that, I turned away from him.

“See anything, Lockwood?” I asked, hoping that now it was later he could see some death glows.

“Nope, still nothing. Although I'm sure we've got the right room, it's bloody freezing.” He replied; I could see him shivering, despite his coat.

“Guys, can you see that?” George spoke up, his voice shaking.

I looked in his direction, and there was a small ball of light, slowly getting bigger, forming into a small woman. Rebecca Hughes. She looked young, George said she’d been 20, with long blonde hair reaching her sides and dark brown eyes. She wore a uniform of a pinafore dress and kitten heels, but there was something wrong. Her dress was ripped, and holes covered the surface of the sleeves and front. Stab wounds, I guessed.

“Getting interesting now! Got any popcorn?” The skull asked.

“That’s what the other servant did to her,” George said, “It said in the report that she was stabbed repetitively.”

“Well, she's not being aggressive, which is unusual for a murder victim,” Lockwood noted.

I looked at Lockwood for permission and after a nod, I stepped just outside the chains. She wasn't strong yet, I should be able to communicate.

“Rebecca, what happened to you?” I asked calmly. She seemed like a Type Two, unable to have a conversation but could listen. She looked at me through her long lashes and remained still.

“Monster…” She whispered.

“Deserves to be hanged…”

“Who’s a monster, Rebecca? Who should be hanged?” I asked her. I could just make out her words over the crying. The sound had rocketed since I'd communicated with her.

“Monster…”

“Lucy, get in the chains please,” Lockwood asked calmly, though I could sense the urgency in his voice. The skull laughed in the background.

“Who hurt you, Rebecca?” I repeated.

“Lucy!” This was Lockwood again. He was shouting now, every aspect of calm revoked.

“Hall-” The ghost began before the connection was lost.

I felt a tug at the back of my jacket, it was Lockwood pulling me into the circle. I tripped over the ghost jar and fell flat on my backside, just as he hurled a salt bomb at Rebecca - exactly where I had just stood. If you thought the skull was laughing before, he was cackling now.

“What the hell was that Lockwood!” I turned on him, “I had almost got somewhere!”

“She was about to charge at you, you would have been ghost-touched if I hadn't helped!” Lockwood roared back.

“Oh look, the happy couple are arguing.” The skull added, unhelpfully

“Stop it!” George shouted, making me and Lockwood go silent. “Your emotions are making her more agitated. Lucy, what did she tell you?”

Annoyed, I responded, “She said that someone was a monster and they should be hanged. I asked her who and she went to say ‘Hallcock’, I’m sure of it.”

“Any idea about her source?” George asked.

“No idea, maybe the knife used on her?”

Lockwood had gone silent, that could only mean one thing. A plan.

“Right, we need to find her source. I'll distract her and fight her off while you two look for her source, okay?” He said eventually. He gave me a look that said ‘No arguing’ so I reluctantly agreed.

Practically leaping out of the circle, Lockwood charged forward, his rapier angled at the ghost. Me and George followed behind him, speeding around the room looking for her source. I scrambled through draws and under beds, behind picture frames and on shelves, and still nothing. George was having no better luck either.

Lockwood had led the ghost away from us, into the hallway. He was using his rapier in a forward motion to pin the ghost in a corner, it appeared to be working. The house went quiet for a while, only Lockwood's sharp breaths could be heard as he battled against the ghost.

“Lucy!” A voice broke through the silence.

My heart stopped. That was Lockwood. Screaming.

“Lucy! George!”

I was closest to the door. I dropped the box I was searching through and ran into the hallway. Lockwood was backed into the corner, the ghost having turned on him. His hands were sweaty and he was losing grip on his rapier. I heard it clang on the floor. I saw his usually dark eyes start to lighten, turning a milky white as the ghost's hand reached for him. I knew the signs of ghost lock all too well. I raced into action and scrambled through my work belt for a flare.

“Oh, he's finally going to be reunited with his family! Let him go, Lucy.” The skull suggested. I blanked him.

Still rummaging through my belt, I found what I was looking for. The industrial flare. Without thinking, I pulled the cap and threw it.

Now, you may not know this but my aim is awful. Out of the three of us, only Lockwood can throw. We learnt this the hard way at the Lavender Lodge, when I doshed a bottle off his head and George couldn't throw a rapier for the life of him. So, the flare did hit the ghost, but mainly Lockwood, much to the skull's amusement.

George had come to stand next to me. We both looked in horror as Lockwood was shot sideways into a bedroom. The wooden floorboards had jolted up at different angles, the banister had broken in two and the wall closest had been destroyed. In the light of the flare, I saw a patch of white on the ground but this wasn't my priority. I raced forward, my shoe flying off as I jumped over the hole in the ground, and headed for the room Lockwood had disappeared into.

He staggered out into the hallway and stood before the hole, his hair flopped elegantly over his brow with his coat ripped at the shoulder, but somehow it still flowed behind him in the light breeze. His face shone with sweat and was littered with scratches, his hand lay cooly on his rapier hilt. Even after getting blown across the hallway, he looked as charming as ever.

In case you were wondering about me, I was less fortunate. My hair stuck up, my fringe was completely blown back away from my face, my jacket was torn and splattered with ectoplasm, and my left boot was somewhere down the stairs. Basically, I could have looked better.

Still, Lockwood beamed at me with his megawatt smile, as if I had never looked better to him.

“Well, that was fun,” Lockwood stated. He was out of breath, and wobbling slightly.

I hurried over to him and grabbed his arm to support him. I went to call George for help but he was on his knees, clawing frantically under a floorboard.

“George?” I asked, curiosity lacing my voice.

“There's something down here, the blast showed it. But it's gone, I can't find it!”

“Don’t help him, Lucy, this is so funny.” The skull said, I could see its hollow eyes darting about in the plasm. I ignored him once again, it was quite a skill.

“George,” I said anxiously, “Can you be a bit quicker? She’s back, and she’s behind you.”

George spun around and saw her in the distance. She was weaker, the blast had dimmed her spirit, but she was still powerful. She went to charge at him, but she wasn't quick enough. I let go of Lockwood and raced for her. I extended my rapier and angled it towards her in thrashing blows, just like Lockwood had taught me.

“George, hurry up!” I screamed at him. He was still on the floor behind me, rummaging through spiderwebs and dust.

“This has to be the source!’ He said, ‘It has to be here somewhere!”

Lockwood had been watching me and hadn’t taken his eyes away. It was almost like a second ghost lock, similar to a trance. Suddenly, he snapped out of it and jumped over the hole to where George still was.

Together, with me battling the ghost and the two boys looking for the source, it worked quite well. She was less strong now that dawn was approaching, and it was an easy task to keep her away. In the corner of my eye, I saw a flash of white being pulled from the ground. George shoved it under a net, and Rebecca abruptly disappeared in front of me. I put my rapier back in its hilt and turned around. George was clutching whatever he had found tightly, her source. We had done it.

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When we arrived back at Portland Row, the house was quiet. George was in the basement, analysing the source we’d found (safely), and Lockwood had collapsed into a kitchen chair. I snatched the first aid kit and plonked myself down next to him. He looked tired, which wasn’t anything new, with dark circles encased around his hollow eyes. He looked at me through his long lashes and smiled. A genuine one, not the false one he gave customers or the polite one he gave adults. This was a smile meant for me, and I savoured every last bit of it.

“I’m sorry for hitting you,” I said softly, as I opened the first aid kit. He hadn't looked away.

“I’ll forgive you, I always do.” He said with a short laugh, but then grabbed his sides from pain.

I looked at him in pity, it hurt me to see him like this.

“Sit still.” I ordered, “This is probably going to hurt.”

“Not as much as getting blown across a hallway.” He joked, his laughter fading to a grimace as I dapped a large cut with antiseptic, then placed a plaster over it.

I held the side of his face, my hand faintly brushing against his cheekbones as I repeated the process for the rest of his cuts. We remained in a comforting silence, as I moved effectively but as gently as I could. I already felt bad enough for almost blowing him up, I didn't want to make it worse. After I finished, I slowly closed the box and looked at him.

“Thank you, Lucy.” He spoke. His face was awash with plasters and it was hard not to laugh if I'm honest, “And thanks for saving me too, I know that you did almost kill me, but I could have been ghost-touched.”

“I had to save you, Lockwood. When I saw your eyes go white, it was…terrifying. I never wanted to see that happen to someone I love again. Not after Norrie.” My voice broke at the end, the memories of Norrie had been brought back once more, and it was hard to resist tears.

Lockwood reached out and held my hand, his rapier-calloused palms rough against mine.

“It’s okay, Luce, I’m safe thanks to you. You don't need to worry.” He reassured me, rubbing small circles on my hand.

“Lucy…” Lockwood started, before George burst open the door, making us both jump apart.

“It was Mr Hallcock” Was all he said.

We rang DEPRAC.

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Turns out, Rebecca was a murder victim, but not from a fellow servant. She was murdered by none other than Mr Andrew Hallcock himself. The white thing found under the floorboards, her source, was a letter. A confession she was planning to send to the police before it was too late. It read:

“Dear Scotland Yard,

I would like to report Mr Andrew Hallcock on several accounts of abuse and neglect towards me. He is a monster, who took advantage of me and deserves to be hanged.

He has harmed me before and blamed someone else for it. I am worried this will go too far.

Please believe me, I am desperate.

Sincerely,

Rebecca Hughes.”

Mr Hallcock was used to getting away with things, so when he found this letter, he confronted her. To put it simply, she was a threat, so he ended her life. He then hid the letter under the floorboards, its presence being kept a secret for over 20 years. It wasn't until a new member of staff was treated the same as Rebecca, that she came out of her shell. Mr Hallcock knew this, so he swore us to secrecy to protect his reputation - and the promise of money had blind-sighted us.

It took them a while, but DEPRAC got him to confess; he was charged with murder, hiding evidence, as well as preventing justice. They let us off the hook for destroying half of his house, and gave us the £50,000 too, which was a bonus - It was one of the first times that Inspector Barnes had ever been nice to us.

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We obviously had a celebratory breakfast, and the following day the table was so full of plates that the thinking cloth could hardly be seen. Lockwood and I had gone to Arif’s while George cooked, so there was a sea of full-English breakfast and doughnuts. We sat in our usual spots and tucked in.

“I can’t believe you did it, didn’t think you were capable.” The skull spoke from its spot on the kitchen counter. I recited this to the boys.

“Me neither if I'm honest,” George said, shovelling food onto his plate at a rapid rate.

“I always knew we could do it, you pair don't give yourselves enough credit,” Lockwood responded.

I heard the skull gag in the corner.

“You did say that it was going to be an easy case though, didn’t you? How well did that work out?” I asked him, eyeing the plasters still scattered across his face.

He laughed, and it didn't hurt him this time. It caught George off guard and he joined in, making me laugh too. The sun shone brightly into the kitchen that day, casting a warm glow and reflecting on each of our happy faces (and the skulls).

We were Lockwood & Co., and I know it doesn't sound like it, but that was one of our best cases yet: The Weeping Girl. We weren't perfect by any means, but we worked well, even if a little unorthodox.

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episode 1 commentary - This Will Be Us

Lockwood and Co on Netflix

spoilers obviously (for both the books and the show), and I'm gonna put swearing even though I haven't written anything yet, I was apparently very in love with all three of them and also I was very feral about lockwood too (that's definitely a warning)

edit: definitely swearing, and also there's no context for most of this so if you don't know the show that well then good luck (and go watch it, it's really good!)

omg I just realised that the first episode starts with a ghost lamp and the last episode starts with a ghost lamp

cameron's voice omg

cameron's hands omg

I need to calm down it's like 30 seconds in

I love that before they show their faces they show all the equipment it really sets the vibe omg

"Greek fire, which should only ever be used indoors under carefully controlled circumstances" lol

don't think of another four, Lockwood, you don't remember the ones 6 you have

lockwood straightening up his tie and sniffing is so funny to me and idk why

I love that they use the shadow inside mrs hope's house!!!

"problem" being emphasised omg (I'm almost certainly reading into everything too much)

Cameron Chapman you beautiful beautiful boy

omg I just realised they switched lockwood and lucy's lines around??? in the books lockwood's the one who calls adults useless and I think that sets up his charm in the show so much better but also sets up their personalities much better? like lockwood is the charming smiley one that everyone loves, and Lucy is prone to being a bit of a menace

the way lockwood looks around at her after she says adults are useless 💀

mrs hope is so much posher than I remember her being

love that she just ignores lockwood and only talks to lucy

omg they swapped again, in the book lockwood is the one who says 'the cleverer one' after Lucy asks 'sarcastic or ironic?' - don't get me wrong I love this show so much but I feel like it takes away some of lockwood's childish-ness (idk if that's a word)? like in the books he's quite often just a silly little boy making jokes

his hands

I love that they have loads of green lighting

oh lockwood you silly little man you absolutely need chains

eat that biscuit luce (now I want a biscuit)

wooo ghost

yeah no shit lockwood

"been too busy trying to make contact with the living" mood

"of course she is, she's dead" lockwood my man 💀

how the hell did Lucy manage to hold on to that painting I would have just fallen off and died

omgomgomg starting credits omgomgomg

ew mrs carlyle can go suck a dick

Lucy looks like she'd much rather be anywhere else in the world

ugh don't say that "gonna give me a smile, young lady?" fuck off

omg Lucy :(

I love that they show us the defences omg

Lucy and norrie omg

"the more proficient you become, the longer you'll live" how come that doesn't happen with lockwood then bc he's very proficient with a rapier but he has such a death wish

oh luce

"we'll be on the cover of every magazine" crazy how in the space of less than a year Lucy changes from being like lockwood and wanting to be "the most famous agents in the country" to not wanting her face on tv or on any papers at all

Marissa fittes? coming back? from the dead? whaaat that would never happen norrie don't be sillyyyy

THIS WILL BE US omg I never realised I always thought it was like 'oh, this'll be us' like George or lockwood saying that to Lucy when she first comes to Portland Row bc that's what people say when they're being walked back or something idk I just never realised it was Lucy and norrie???

is anything more lesbian than giving your solemn and binding promise to each other and then threading your fingers through her hair?

everything points to a type one bro shut the fuck up

"she changed everything" Marissa sure did

"closer to her than you'll ever be. closer to history" oh my dear Jacobs, you have no idea what lucy's gonna do

Paul you are so right you would love to meet George (kinda sad they didn't meet tbh)

Jacobs you prick

ngl that ghost sounds terrifying wtf

Paul don't be silly

don't be silly paul

idiots

Jacobs you prick

JACOBS YOU PRICK

what did Lucy trip over?

:(((( Paul :((((

no way that bastard didn't hear her screaming

JACOBS YOU PRICK

YOU DID HEAR CRIES FOR HELP YOU PRICKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

can you tell I'm mad I was so angrily smashing that k key

norrie :(((((((

SHE DIDNT CAUSE THEIR DEATHS OMG YOU BITCH

omg parallel!! bc lockwood thinks he caused his family's death (especially jess') even though he didn't and Lucy didn't cause their deaths but she doesn't blame herself

"you are deader than dead" ooooo burn

where tf did she get that sellotape from

omg fittes building

is there anything more British than a really long queue

poor babygirl is hungry :(((

paused to read the paper cutting of lockwood and co's ad and I can just imagine lockwood telling George what to put omg "prestigious Psychical Investigations agency", "well dressed", "UNSUCCESSFUL APPLICANTS will include time-wasters, fraudsters and persons with criminal records" love the range there

also the address is literally just 35 Portland Row, London, like is there only one 35 Portland Row in the entirety of London??? apparently so

AAA PORTLAND ROW

AAA GEORGE

he looks and sounds so dead inside

omg it's so homely

she's a wimp

George wtf "see, told you so, okie-dokie"

heart eyes immediately lol (honestly same I love them both - the joys of being bi ig)

"hello, I'm Anthony Lockwood" hello, I'm your future wife

make the tea and drink the extra cup, George, that's what I would do

I love that he doesn't pressure her for the story!!! because he knows what that's like!!!

Anthony Lockwood chooses bourbons everyone

Skully!!!

George picking up his comic is so passive aggressive

are all of his family dead wtf?

he's so excited to talk about Harold beck

George is interested now ooo creepy cup

I love that Lucy and George immediately don't like each other

omg George's laugh

jokes on you lockwood's parents are dead (bad joke)

"deep armchair" I'm sure it is, Georgie.

"miss carlyle" bro

you can definitely give me a tour of the house anytime (especially your room)

"teen prodigy slays the competition" fuck yeah he slays

if you pause the episode and squint really hard you can read the article on the fencing matches he did and they actually wrote an article - my favourite quote (from what I could make out) is "Kipps attempted a few bold lunges but missed Lockwood each time"

also he looks so happy in the photo omg so baby

his hands

HIS HANDS omg I think I'm going feral for them

his smile ughhhhh

lockwood you're talking very fast I can't keep up

the face he makes when he turns the smoke jets on his fucking hilarious

literally this one:

also the way he stands??? I think I'm in too deep oh dear

"high security storeroom" sure honey tell yourself that

HIS SMILE

if lockwood was my landlord I don't think I'd have quite so much stress about finding a place to rent next year

HIS. SMILE.

"you saw those" yeah of course she did, they're in plain view bestie

"that's... if you'll take the job?" bro's so in love and he doesn't even know it yet (I need to stop using bro unironically bc it's making me sad)

HIS. SMILE.

can you tell I love his smile

George just spawning out of nowhere with no trousers on

if I didn't already know that Georgie really needs a wee I'd be able to tell from how he answered her questions before she'd even finished talking

AAAAAAA A A A AAAAAAAAAA

your honour I love him

ok but the apple core being left on a chair is such a boy thing my brother does that

bitch why do you wanna see his picture you've got the real thing right in front of you

ok but if he talked to me the way he talks to Lucy in the library I would simply pass away

"I want you to be part of it" OKAY SIR. OKAY.

"how do I know you're good enough for me?" cuts to him saving her life

he did not need to do that fancy kick off the wall but he did it anyway

okay but they hold each other so much it's ridiculous

why can't someone hold me like that

"ghosts don't have feelings" 🥺

"oops" lockwood I love you but you can't just break the circle

"you've done that already, try something new why don't you" 😭

oh no

fire

boy desperately calls out for his wife when she stares at a dead body instead of jumping from a burning building

#belle's episode commentaries #lockwood and co #lockwood & co #anthony lockwood #lucy carlyle #george karim/george cubbins #quill kipps #montague barnes

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So, im pretty sure many people know the song Soldier, Poet, King by The Oh Hellos, yes.

So I was thinking, what if there were certain characters that would fit each role? And there actually are if you think about it.

These are the few characters that I could think of ( it mostly consists of trios so...):

Soldiers: Annabeth Chase, Nina Zenik and Matthias Helvar, Hermione, Jason Todd, Luther Hargreeves, Allison Hargreeves, Mycroft Holmes, Lucy Carlyle.

Poets: Grover Underwood, Jesper Fahey and Wylan Van Eck, Ronald Weasley, Tim Drake, Diego Hargreeves, Klaus Hargreeves, John Watson, George Karim.

Kings: Percy Jackson, Kaz Brekker and Inej Ghafa, Harry Potter, Dick Grayson, Five Hargreeves, Ben Hargreeves, Vanya Hargreeves, Sherlock Holmes, Anthony Lockwood.

#the umbrella academy #fiction #books & libraries #music #sherlock holmes #percy jackson #pjo series #six of crows #lockwood and co #dc #harry potter #five hargreeves #kaz brekker #sherlockbbc #victor hargreeves #ben hargreeves #annabeth chase #grover underwood

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Ok, so in the past week of my minor to moderate obsession with Lucy and Lockwood from Lockwood and Co I have scene many many comparison to Kanej, I agree with these comparisons, these comparisons are accurate and beautiful.

But, that being said, I think Lucy and Lockwood share almost as many if not more (And mind you different) similarities with Josh Lyman and Donnatella Moss from the West Wing.

Am I insane to compare these two? Yes. Am I, via routes of similarity, therefore arguing that Kanej and JoshDonna are similar? Also yes. With that out of the way here’s my argument.

Everyone is comparing Kaz and Lockwood because of the investment/asset thing, and yes that is a key piece of it, but if you look closer at Lockwood’s character he shares far more similarities to Josh Lyman. Anthony Lockwood, is an arrogant jack ass (or dick head, in Lucy’s words) who uses bravado, quips, genius level work moves, and deflection techniques to cover up his trauma, his fear of hurting the people he loves, of the people he loves leaving him, and his unresolved issues with his dead sister. Josh Lyman is an arrogant jack ass who uses bravado, quips, genius level work moves, and deflection techniques to cover up his trauma, his fear of hurting the people he loves, of the people he loves leaving him, and his unresolved issues with his dead sister!

I mean, like, I’m not even wrong! Seriously I swear I’m head cannoning Lockwood’s somehow related to Josh Lyman cause my gods are they similar.

But, Josh and Lockwood aren’t the only similar characters. Lucy Carlyle, is an underestimated, young, bad ass, who absolutely worships her boss, even though he’s a complete jack ass, and has him wrapped around her finger; she lies her way into a job with said jack ass boss, after escaping a toxic environment where her self confidence suffered greatly. Donna Moss is an underestimated, young, bad ass, who absolutely worships her boss, even though he’s a complete jack ass, and has him wrapped around her finger; she lies her way into a job with said jack ass boss, after escaping a toxic environment where her self confidence suffered greatly.

Tell me I’m wrong! Both sides of the ship are nearly identical! Even the fantasy elements vs political elements aside there's still more!

Josh and Donna are always touching, like seriously, look at them!

They are always touching!

Similarly Lucy and Lockwood, are always touching.

The constant physical contact, is a major difference to Kanej, because as anyone who has read the books or scene the show knows, Kaz Brekker and Inje Ghafa have many many issues with physical touch.

But I’m not done! There is also the employer employee dynamic, but the employee, ie. Donna and Lucy, have an unknowing and or knowing ability to make their boss, Josh or Lockwood, do whatever they want because their boss is completely enamored by them.

No character in either ship can't stand the idea of their significant other hurt, in fact they loose it when the other is hurt. Both ships bounce off each other, with quick banter, and a total understanding of the other’s thoughts. There is an undeniable chemistry, and complete and total understanding in every single gaze between Josh and Donna and Lucy and Lockwood.

These two ships have so many similarities its insane! They are near perfect parallels, with the only real difference, aside from setting, being age. Lucy and Lockwood are teenagers, Josh and Donna are adults. But set those differences aside and you have two insanely similar ships, with similar backgrounds, character beats, and connections. I honestly can’t believe how amazing this parallel is, and Lockwood and CO deserves another season

#lockwood and co #the west wing #lucy x lockwood #donna x josh #locklyle #lockwood x lucy #josh x donna #lucy and lockwood #donna and josh #lockwood and lucy #josh and donna #kanej

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frogserotonin · 1 year

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pining- lucy carlyle x fem!reader

a/n: written in less than an hour at 11:30pm(beware) hints of locklyle

alsooo before anyone’s like ‘mars whats w ur obsession with heartfelt love confessions?’ whatttt??? me??? a fan of big confessions??? noooooo, couldnt be, must be a different mars, surely…

warnings: so ooc, unedited, cringe

Lucy stormed into your shared room, falling backwards onto your mattress and letting out a pained groan.

“I hate men.” She lamented, rolling over to her side so she could pout at you. You raised an eyebrow at her from over your crossword and slowly lowered the newspaper.

“What’d he do this time?”

“Ugh, what didn’t he do! He showed up twenty minutes late to the date he asked me on, tells me its my fault, made stupid comments about my appearance-which was so fucking low, even for him-and casually told me how lucky I was to be with him!” Her fingers thread in her hair and she pulled at it before sighing and running her hands down her face. “I told him that I was ending everything, and he got all sad and shit.”

A hiss of disgust finds its way through the gaps in your teeth and you reach out to rub circles on her shoulder. She leans into your touch, a grateful smile gracing her lips.

“I’m sorry Lu, he was a dick and nothing he said was true at all. You’re gorgeous and deserve so much. Good on you for dumping him.”

She looks a mess right now, and yet she’s never been more beautiful, and you feel yourself slip further into yourself and you’re never going to tell her how you feel because you’re not her type.

Her type is tall, brooding, funny and mysterious. Her type is Anthony Lockwood. While she wallows in woeful denial however, her type is assholes who refuse to see that Lucy Carlyle should be treated with nothing but the deepest care, love and affection.

“I love you Y/N, you’re so nice to me.” Her eyes were closed but she her lips were curled into a soft smile. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but it must’ve been impressive.” Her head was in your lap, and her eyes were open now, staring into yours. Your fingers traced lines through her hair and she hummed, allowing her eyes to shut again. She looked so at peace, you couldn’t help the words you spoke gently to her.

“I love you like I love the way the sun feels on my skin when the weather feels magical. I love you shameful amounts, but only a fool would be ashamed to love you. I love you the way the sky loves the earth. If I were to be faced with returning you from the Underworld, I’d inevitably fail because to take my eyes off of you, is to take my heart away. You are a forever burning flame, in the hearth of the gods. You’re chaos and order, generous warmth and scalding comfort. I have never met anyone like you and I never will, because you’re so tragically wonderful and you deserve everything you could ever want and desire.”

You clench your eyes closed, tighter than you’d ever before, awaiting an end to the silence.

Maybe her pushing you away in disgust at your confession of unrequited devotion and worship.

The sound of her even breaths prompt your eyes to crack open and your heart shatters, then remakes itself.

She is asleep.

#lucy carlyle #lucy carlyle x reader #lockwood and co #lockwood and co x reader #lucy carlyle imagine #mars's fanfiction stuffs ✨

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ronearoundblindly · 1 year

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Sneak Peek (RoAR)

excerpt of The Root of All Ransom, Part Six (probably the finale, but I'm not allowed to use that word anymore so I'll stick to numbers😬)

There are always language warnings for this fic. WC 360

“Do you want to talk about it now or at home?”

“Neither,” he quips easily. “I’ll drop you at the Carlyle’s.”

His eye twitches at his faux pas. You don’t have to correct him. He knows it’s your place, your name, your property, and your right to claim. He doesn’t need reminding.

His key twists in the ignition just as your hand comes up to his shoulder.

He can’t even glare at you properly because a tap rings off his window pane. Both of you jump in alarm because night fell hours ago. Who sneaks up on a car in the fucking dark?

Ran’s father is fucking who. Of course. The window peels down, and Ransom feels as if the last seconds of his life are draining away after the plug’s been pulled.

“Trouble in paradise, you two?” Dick asks with cheeky concern.

“No, Mister Drysdale,” you say politely, no hint of insincerity in your smile.

“Richard, please, honey. You’re practically family.”

Smug asshole, do NOT call her ‘honey.’

“Eat shit,” Ransom mutters overly loud again, but your sudden slow grip on his kneecap tells him to behave. Ol’ Dick has no right to call you ‘honey’ though. Ran’s not even sure what he’s allowed to call you, and he’s pissed, sure. He’s…something else, too; he’s obedient beneath your hand.

Richard ignores Ran’s attitude. “Listen, son, I just wanted you to know that whatever happens, your mother and I will always love you. In case…ya know, in case you ever doubted, and…well, we’re family, Ransom. We stick together.” He even gives Ran a squeeze on the shoulder for emphasis.

Ransom has no fucking clue what his father intends with that entirely useless statement but doesn’t fucking care. “You know what?” He’s about to lunge out the window to choke that fucking prick. “Definitely eat shit.”

Your grip tightens, and Ran’s insides clench, knowing he toes a line.

“We should really go,” you add with a now painful, strained civility.

“Okay, you crazy kids,” Richard pats his heavy hand on the door frame. “Thanks for coming to the party and we’ll see you soon, yeah?”

“Of course, Richard.”

Yes, I know it's very short, but seeing as so much is given away every few hundred words, this is the best I can offer until the whole thing! Predictions, squees, and tantrums welcome via comment or ask. Keysmashes are...obviously going to happen lol.

Back to writing I go...

[Main Masterlist]

#ransom drysdale fanfiction #the root of all ransom #ransom drysdale x reader #series #18+#18+ fanfic #eventual smut #sneak peek

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alphacrone · 1 year

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LOCKWOOD IS A DICK: Tales from the Thinking Cloth (751 words) by the_one_that_fell

Fandom: Lockwood & Co. - Jonathan Stroud, Lockwood & Co. (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Lucy Carlyle & George Cubbins | George Karim & Quill Kipps & Anthony Lockwood & Holly Munro, Lucy Carlyle/Anthony Lockwood, Flo Bones/George Cubbins | George Karim Additional Tags: Dialogue-Only, Epistolary, Sort Of, i see ur group chat and raise you group chat via thinking cloth, Friendship, Fluff

Summary:

The thinking cloth isn't just for insults.

#lockwood & co.#anna writes things #ok to rb

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ao3feed-brucewayne · 1 year

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Blood Runs Thicker Than Water

by Random_Nerd3

George finally returns home after living in London for the last (almost) five years of his life. With his past unwinding in front of him, he's forced to address the problems he left behind. Including his strained relationship with his father and older brother, facing his reincarnated little brother, and meeting a whole slew of new members of the family.

I thought "What if George was actually a Wayne" and my bestie enabled me.

Rated Mature b/c Gotham City.

No Smut in this one.

Words: 2513, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 14 of Lockwood & His Collection Of Idiots

Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Lockwood & Co. (TV), Lockwood & Co. - Jonathan Stroud

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, Gen, Multi

Characters: George Cubbins | George Karim, Anthony Lockwood, Lucy Carlyle, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Cassandra Cain, Duke Thomas

Relationships: Lucy Carlyle & George Cubbins | George Karim & Anthony Lockwood, Lucy Carlyle/Anthony Lockwood, Cassandra Cain & Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Duke Thomas & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne, George Cubbins | George Karim & Everyone, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Alfred Pennyworth & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne

Additional Tags: George Karim Is A Wayne, Secret Past, Other Various Batfamily Members Will Appear, Lockwood and Co Go To Gotham City, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Found Family, Healing, George Cubbins | George Karim Swears, Past George Cubbins | George Karim/Anthony Lockwood, Developing OT3, Developing Relationship, healing trauma, Post-Season/Series 01, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Not Canon Compliant, George Cubbins | George Karim Is Traumatized, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/46649257

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the dark knight #the cape crusader #gotham #dc universe #ao3 #ao3feed

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fluffypotatey · 1 year

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can i ask for all of the 10?

alrighty *cracks knuckles* imma try my best

warning: lots of rambling under the cut

Merlin Interrupted ok so i explained this wip in another ask but the short version is my OC, Nessa, has entered the playing field (Camelot/Albion) and shakes up the show's plot so much that now we got an early magic reveal, more intel on Morgana's descent, and a new antagonist

Things Dr. Geyer Notices as i'm sure you've noted, i've been sort of venting about this fic bc i was originally intending (i swear, truly) for this fic to be a cute one-shot where over the span of season 4-6, David Geyer (Liam's stepdad) would begin to pick up on the crazy supernatural shit going on. HOW-EVER, i am 3 chapters deep (6.5k words) and only halfway through with this story. *sighs* i am enjoying the fic tho. am i taking creative liberties by inventing my own love story/dynamic with David and Jenna? absolutely! and you would too for the sake of giving Liam the best parents ever. tbh i have more of the 2nd half of this fic imagined than the 1st half (which was why i assumed it would be shorter lol who'da thought?). very excited for when i get to the Wild Hunt 😈

The Heirloom ok, uh, this one is my niche little Lockwood & Co x Teen Wolf (sort of but not really) x OC wip. essentially, Lockwood & Co, a ghost hunting agency run by teens (and teens only. it makes sense in universe i promise) are hired by Nick Bennet (an OC i have for #9 and as you'll notice, i tend to recycle him and another OC for other wips) to find the source of his father-in-law's ghost so that the house/flat that belonged to his late wife. it takes place some time in book 3 of Lockwood & Co because I wanted Holly included but also the drama of Lucy Carlyle's Talent issues (sixth sense thing only children and teens gain to see/hear ghosts). AND, i have Theo there who was adopted by Nick (this will make more sense after i explain #10) who shares the same Talent as Lucy (Hearing) and helps out our lovely band of ruffians. however, as the gang continue to explore the house and its history, they find there's more that meets the eye. news articles are inconsistent about the life the late Lucy Bennet once lived and the relationship her had with her father. both Nick and Theo are partial to this necklace that once belonged to her, but they deny it having any connection to the house and its hauntings.

The Witch & the Knight so this one is an og wip! what i've got so far is a alternate historical fantasy taking place in medieval France. premise is there's this celestial war (angels vs demons, a classic) headed by a Grim Reaper with their trusty gang that consists of a knight in shining armor and 2 witch sisters (one eager to fight the fight and the other trying to pull said eager sister away from the fight). this wip is heavy in its themes, historical research, mythological research, worldbuilding....just, a very ambitious story. i am using it for my final project in my english course bc it gives me the excuse to work on it, and flesh out more of my ideas and concepts. (the big one i'm currently fleshing out is the doomed romance subplot) i have no intention of having this story be 1 novel. it's a series. i can feel it. the war itself in story will be 10 years and the slow burn both for platonic and romantic relationships is super fucking slow. i've written a couple snippets for this wip, but mostly, i'm still in the plotting and planning stage.

A Lucky Network tis me batfam wip! it's a epistolary fic and jumps between outsider pov to simple 3rd pov and 2nd pov. it's got mystery, unreliable narrators, and all that jazz. i've got like 80% if this thing finished just the finale part is all i have left. You have the fic's plot focus on 2 people, Nick and Lucy. Nick is our main pov guy (after Dick) who sort of is in the know about something involving Lucy, but we don't know why. Lucy is our center for all of this chaos. she's why Dick began this investigation into her actions. in the fic, she was taken in by Bruce about 3 or so years after Dick, lived through his angsty teen years, lived with baby jason, had to live with his death, and then have her own angsty arc. there is like 1 batfam ship in the fic, so if that's not your cup of tea, totally fine! but i have lowkey forgotten to update it on ao3 consistently lol. i'll be sure to get back on that.

Basically Mob Boss Lucy this is an og wip but taking a similar premise with #5, recycling my main 2 OCs from there (Nick & Lucy bc they're a packaged deal and married), and placing them in a Mob Boss setting. Lucy in this wip is not adopted by a kind and compassionate but is also emotionally constipated man; rather she gets taken in by some douche who saw her on the street and thought "this would get me so much charity points with the media!" anyway, her life in this story is a lot different with #5 (for one, she's a lot colder and harsher when it comes to treating others that aren't in her inner circle and she's much more sadistic) but i love writing this wip bc i'm getting tired of redemption arcs. i wanna see a girl go batshit and fall into her corruption arc.

The Emrys Shrine greatly inspired by this ask here ok, listen: i know the fic i have for this says complete, but i do have a continuation in the works!!! it's in percival's pov and it's basically just him going "hmmmmm Merlin's acting pretty suspicious......"

Witch Boy OK LISTEN: i know this one also complete when you go to Ao3, but that's just because the 3rd part is being fucking slOW, so i said "fuck it ends nice at ch2 anyway," but i do want to add more. but yeah, to summarize: fic was inspired by a Halloween fanart i saw and i just ran with it.

A BBC Merlin Military AU Nobody Asked For so i also already explained this one in another ask but basically it's semi-modern au with bbc merlin cast in the military. which military??? idk it's not important. what's important is that there's pining and hurt/comfort

Lucky's Timeline in Beacon Hills this one....yeah, this is super self indulgent. literally recycling Nick and Lucy (Lucky is their ship name bc i do do that with my OCs and there's is super cute) and throwing them into the Teen Wolf universe, and seeing how they'd fare in that world. what i've got it like 5 different storylines i could take with this wip, but the main consensus is: Lucy adopts Theo, Nick sort of adopts the Puppy Pack bc he decided a coach was the safest job he could apply for and the school didn't ask him a lot of questions (he definitely raised his brows at that) for this wip, Nick and Lucy originally came from my Lucky Network-verse (but like slightly to the left, meaning she wasn't adopted by Bruce in this verse, meaning i get to play with her being a tad more sadistic) and ended up in Beacon Hills bc teleportation magic run to its extreme can teleport you across dimensions!! who'da known!

but yeah, those are my 10! they are my babies, and i love them dearly. if you have anymore questions are just want to hear me ramble more, you (and anyone else interested) are free to shoot me an ask!

thank you babe for allowing me to just gush about them <3

#ask game #wip ask game #wip game #asks #my wips #my wip #my fics #long post #y'all are absolutely welcome to ask me for more details about this stuff #if given the chance i will not shut up about any of these #i restrain myself bc 1) breathing is a thing and 2) i would be even more annoying #thanks so the ask boo <3 #bbc merlin #teen wolf #lockwood & co #original work

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luciusspriggss · 11 months

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List 5 favourite shows (in no particular order) and answer questions accordingly. Tagged by @bluntbeard :)))

In no particular order:

OFMD

Hannibal

WWDITS

Stargate Universe (SGU)

Schitt’s Creek

1. Who is your favourite character in 2?

(Hannibal) - Hannibal :3

2. Who is your least favourite character in 1?

(OFMD) Calico Jack >:(

3. What's your favourite episode of 4?

(SGU) S2E18 - Epilogue

4. What is your favourite season of 5?

(Schitt’s Creek) i dunno man, probably the last one lol

5. What's your favourite relationship in 3?

(WWDITS) the father-son dynamic between daddy Lazslo & baby Colin

6. Who is your anti relationship in 2?

(Hannibal) - Will x Alana get that shit away from me

7. How long have you watched 1?

(OFMD) since it was airing lol. i haven’t watched it in a few months (directly at least, i have watched other people watch it on youtube lol), but that is because the next time i watch it i want everything to be fresh-ish.

8. How did you become interested in 3?

(WWDITS) tumblr lol. i loved the movie and had seen one episode and then moved on. tumblr is the reason why i went back and got caught up with all of it.

9. Who is your favourite actor in 4?

(SGU) tie between Robert Carlyle and Ming-Na Wen

10. Which show do you prefer 1, 2 or 5?

(OFMD, Hannibal, Schitt’s Creek) absolutely not, refuse to answer this

11. Which show have you seen more episodes of 1 or 3?

(OFMD vs WWDITS) i have watched ofmd 20+ times (i stopped counting at 20), whereas i have only watched the entirety of WWDITS 2 times. Soooooooooooo. probably ofmd.

12. If you could be anyone from 4, who would you be?

(SGU) 😬😬😬i would not want to be any of them lmao. i would love to be on the ship with them, but in no way, shape, or form, do i want to be any of them lol

13. How would you kill off your favourite character in 5?

(Schitt’s Creek) no slopping that dick so sucky he dies from pure ecstasy

14. Would a 3/4 crossover work?

(WWDITS & SGU) when there is a will there is a way. send those vampires to space idgaf

15. Pair two characters in 1 that would make an unlikely, but strangely okay couple.

(OFMD) Roach x Buttons

16. Overall, which show has the better cast, 3 or 5?

(WWDITS & Schitt’s Creek) they are both good for their own respective show. will not answer this as well. :)

anyone who wants to do this, may do so :))

#tag games #old tags #about me

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bluepriestess · 2 years

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If you’re still taking requests I would like to suggest Carlyle in B2 :3

Something something help my dick needs cpr something something

#art by alexis #courier carlyle #fallout oc #fallout new vegas oc #fnv oc #ask #dudethatsgay #lewdaroo #I told myself no shading and I actually refrained from doing it!!

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legends-of-time · 4 months

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Thorn Bush (Doctor Who Story)

Chapter 16: The Shakespeare Code

Masterlist

A/N: Sad to hear the news about Bernard Cribbins. He will be missed.

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1599

Kathy arrives in London a couple of years before the Tenth Doctor and Martha arrive, so as to settle herself into this life. She gets a job at the Elephant Inn under Dolly Bailey.

Carlyle and Ashildr are still off doing their own thing though they did pop in after Kathy arrived in London. Kathy warned them that they can't stay for long as the Doctor that will be arriving hasn't met Ashildr yet.

There is a performance of Loves Labour's Lost at the Globe and once she hears that William has announced that Loves Labour's Won will be performed the next night instead of next week, Kathy knows that the Doctor and Martha have arrived.

As she serves up the three men at the inn, she's buzzing with excitement at meeting a new companion. It'll be odd and emotional seeing this Doctor after saying goodbye not long before. It will also be the second youngest she has seen the Doctor.

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"Here ya go, Will. Drink up." Kathy says as she walks into the room and places down a tray of tanks of beer. "There's enough beer in this lodgings house to sink the Spanish." She doles out the tanks to three men at the table.

"Kathy Davis, you've saved my life." Will remarks.

"I'm sure Dolly Bailey will do more than that later tonight." Kathy replies. She turns to Lilith, one of the witches pretending to be a maid. "And you, girl, hurry up with your tasks. The talk of gentlemen is best not overheard." She knows this is one of the witches but she does not want to give the game away.

"Yes, ma'am. Sorry, ma'am." Lilith says. Kathy watches her leave with narrowed eyes. She knows the Doctor will turn up soon, she felt the pull when he arrived.

"You must be mad, Will." Richard Burbage, otherwise known as Dick, declares. "'Loves Labour's Won'? We're not ready. It's supposed to be next week. What made you say that?"

"You haven't even finished it yet." Will Kempe points out.

"I've just got the final scene to go. You'll get it by morning." Will reassures. He drinks his beer.

"Hello!" Kathy sees the Tenth Doctor appear and knock on the open door. "Excuse me! I'm not interrupting, am I? Kathy?" He faults when he sees her before grinning. "Hello!"

"Hello there." Kathy says.

"Brilliant!" The Doctor turns to Will. "Mr. Shakespeare, isn't it?"

Will groans, putting a hand to his forehead. "Oh no, no, no, no. Who let you in? No autographs. No, you can't have yourself sketched with me. And please don't ask where I get my ideas from. Thanks for the interest. Now be a good boy and shove..." he then sees Martha standing behind the Doctor. "Hey, nonny nonny. Sit right down here next to me." Will turns to Dick and Kempe. "You two get sewing on them costumes. Off you go."

"Come on, lads. I think our William's found his new muse." Kathy remarks to the two men.

Martha sees Kathy and gives her a hug. "Kathy! It's great to see you again. How are you here?"

"Well, firstly for me it's the first time and secondly, why not?"

Martha frowns, confused. "What?"

"I'll explain later." The Doctor mutters.

"Sweet lady." Will says in awe as Martha and the Doctor sit at the table. "Such unusual clothes. So... fitted."

"Um, verily, forsooth, egads." Martha stumbles. Kathy can see she's nervous and excited. It reminds her of Rose. Kathy looks at the Doctor sadly knowing this is him just after his loss.

"No, no, don't do that. Don't." The Doctor says to her before holding out the psychic paper to Will. "I'm Sir Doctor of TARDIS and this is my companion, Miss Martha Jones."

Will observes the paper. "Interesting, that bit of paper. It's blank."

The Doctor stares at him impressed. "Oh, that's... very clever. That proves it. Absolute genius."

Martha peers at the paper. "No, it says so right there. Sir Doctor, Martha Jones. It says so."

"And I say it's blank." Will retorts.

"Psychic paper. Um, long story. Oh, I hate starting from scratch." The Doctor complains to Martha. He puts the psychic paper away.

"So rude." Kathy remarks.

"Psychic. Never heard that before and words are my trade." Will wonders. "Who are you exactly? More's the point, who is your delicious blackamoor lady?"

Martha is shocked at his words. "What did you say?" She asks, aghast.

"Oops." Will says though he doesn't look sorry. "Isn't that a word we use nowadays? An Ethiop girl? A swarth? A Queen of Afric..."

"Hey, Will." Kathy quickly interrupts. "The lady does not like it, so stop." Martha gives her a thankful look. Will shrugs carelessly but stops speaking.

"Um, Martha's from a far-off land. Freedonia." The Doctor explains.

"Excuse me!" Mr Lynley, the Master of the Revels, enters the room. "Hold hard a moment. This is abominable behaviour. A new play with no warning? I demand to see a script, Mr Shakespeare. As Master of the Revels, every new script must be registered at my office and examined by me before it can be performed."

"Tomorrow morning, first thing, I'll send it 'round." Will reassures.

"I don't work to your schedule, you work to mine." Lynley snaps. "The script, now!"

"I can't."

"Then tomorrow's performance is cancelled." Lynley announces.

"It's all go, 'round here, isn't it?" Martha remarks.

"I'm returning to my office for a banning order. If it's the last thing I do, 'Love's Labours Won' will never be played." Lynley declares. He leaves. Kathy wishes to stop it but she doesn't know how as she can't help but think of the consequences if the witches learn they've been caught too soon.

Martha takes a sip of her beer. "Well, then... mystery solved. That's 'Love's Labours Won' over and done with. Thought it might be something more, you know... more mysterious."

Just as she says those words, they hear screaming from outside. Oh no, she had failed. They rush out to the street where Lynley is staggering and spitting up water. Dolly Bailey joins them.

"It's that Lynley bloke." Martha says.

"What's wrong with him?" The Doctor questions.

"He's drowning." Kathy tells him.

"Drowning? Leave it to me. I'm a doctor." The Doctor says. He goes to Lynley's side.

"So am I near enough." Martha joins him.

Lynley falls to the ground despite Martha and the Doctor holding him. Kathy squeezes her eyes closed so as not to look at another life she has failed to save. The Doctor stands and runs to look down the street.

Martha listens for a heartbeat and breathing. "Gotta get the heart going. Mr Lynley, c'mon, can you hear me? You're gonna be all right." She prepares to start mouth-to-mouth as the Doctor returns and Kathy joins them. Water gushes from Lynley's mouth. "What the hell is that?"

"I've never seen a death like it. His lungs are full of water, he drowned and then... I dunno, like a blow to the heart, an invisible blow." The Doctor observes in disbelief. "Kathy?"

"There's something else at play that we can't tell these lot." Kathy replies.

"You're right." He stands and addresses Dolly. "Good mistress, this poor fellow has died from a sudden imbalance of the humours. A natural if unfortunate demise. Call a constable and have him taken away."

"Yes, sir." Lilith joins them. Kathy gives her a stony look.

"I'll do it, ma'am." Lilith says. She walks away. The Doctor crouches back down beside the body.

"And why are you telling them that?" Martha asks.

"The Dark Ages has only just finished." Kathy explains.

"If I tell them the truth, they'll panic and think it was witchcraft." The Doctor adds.

"Okay, what was it then?" Martha asks.

"Witchcraft."

——

They all walk back into the Elephant Inn, digesting what has happened.

"I got you a room, Sir Doctor. You and Miss Jones are just across the landing." Dolly Bailey says. She leaves.

"Poor Lynley. So many strange events." Will says. "Not least of all, this land of Freedonia where a woman can be a doctor?"

"Where a woman can do what she likes." Martha replies.

"And you, Sir Doctor. How can a man so young have eyes so old?"

"I do a lot of reading." The Doctor replies shortly.

"A trite reply. Yeah, that's what I'd do." Will shrugs off and turns to Martha. "And you, you look at him like you're surprised he exists. He's as much of a puzzle to you as he is to me. While Kathy is unsurprised. Understandable as she's always been a mystery herself."

Kathy shrugs with a smirk.

"I think we should say good night." Martha quickly says. She leaves.

"I must work. I have a play to complete." Will announces as the Doctor and Kathy walk to the door. "But I'll get my answers tomorrow, Doctor, and I'll discover more about you and why this constant performance of yours."

The Doctor stops at the doorway. "All the world's a stage." Kathy rolls her eyes and leaves as they continue to talk.

——

"How do you know who I am if we've never met?" Martha questions Kathy as the latter joins the former in her room. "Last time I met you, you said you had met me before and I thought maybe that's how you knew what was going to happen with the Judoon but this time you seem to know a lot more than you say and I can't have told you. So, what gives?"

"You're good Martha Jones." Kathy casually remarks.

Martha huffs and puts her hands on her hips. "Well, come on! You're not just an alien, are you?"

"No, I was human once." Kathy explains. It's getting confusing who she's told what.

Martha's eyes widen in disbelief. "What, how? How did you change?" She asks.

Kathy shrugs. "Don't really know, just that I was human, living my life and watching this Tv show called Doctor Who."

Martha feels back in shock. "What?!"

"Yeah." Kathy chuckles. "Then one day I die just after my 21st birthday and reborn into a different world and suddenly I am meeting the alien that I had watched on Tv so much and everyone he's travelled with it seems." She knows she's met a lot of them but there's still some to go even with just new who companions.

"So, you're from a different dimension?"

"Yeah, seems so."

"How did you die?" Martha asks. Kathy pulls a face, about to avoid it when the Doctor walks in.

"It's not exactly five-star, is it?" Kathy says to quickly change the conversation. Taking Martha's line seemed a quick way to do it. The Doctor looks at her softly. She knows he probably heard the tail end of their conversation but also wonders if she ever tells him what she dares not to think about.

"Oh, it'll do. I've seen worse." The Doctor casually replies.

Martha, unhappy about the change in conversation, moves on. "I haven't even got a toothbrush."

"Ooh." The Doctor pats his pockets and pulls out a brush. "Contains Venusian spearmint."

Martha takes it. "So, who's going where? I mean, there's only one bed." She points out. Kathy winces. This is the bit she didn't like about the time Martha travelled with the Doctor, the unrequited crush.

"Well, I already have a room so don't mind me." Kathy says.

"We'll manage. C'mon." The Doctor flops onto the bed. Martha continues standing.

Kathy knows she needs to get moving if she wants to try to save Dolly, the next victim. "I've got to go. There's something to do. Hopefully I'm successful." She says, turning to leave the room.

"With what?" Martha asks.

"Spoilers."

——

"Dolly." Kathy greets her once she finds the woman.

"Kathy." Dolly greets back. "You go to bed now. Nearly finished with the cleaning then Will be getting his special treat tonight." Dolly does a wink.

"Maybe you should go to bed?" Kathy suggests. "Will has a long night of finishing the play and he might be too tired."

"He better not."

"Dolly please." Kathy pleads.

Dolly huffs irritably. "I know you worry for me Kathy but I can look after myself."

"Dolly..." Kathy pushes despite the growing irate coming from Dolly.

"Go to bed Kathy! I'm in charge, you're not." Dolly storms off towards Will's room.

Kathy doesn't know what to do except to wait. Before long she hears Dolly scream and bolts to the room.

——

She arrives to see Will slumped over. Dolly lies unmoving and Kathy quickly attempts to do CPR but soon realises it isn't doing anything. Will wakes with a start when the Doctor and Martha enter and stop to examine Dolly's body.

"Wha'? What was that?" Will slurs sleepily.

Kathy lets out a small sob. "I tried to save her."

"It's not your fault, Kathy." The Doctor says, putting a comforting hand on her back. Martha meanwhile runs to the window.

"Her heart gave out. She died of fright." The Doctor observes. "Kathy, what happened?"

"Lilith did this." Kathy tearfully replies. She really shouldn't have grown attached to this woman, knowing what was coming, but she couldn't help herself. It seems Kathy always seems to be hurting herself when it comes to this. "She's a witch. The one Martha is watching fly away."

"Doctor?" Martha calls. The Doctor and Kathy join her at the window.

"What did you see?" The Doctor asks.

"Just as Kathy said. A witch."

——

They gather in Will's room in the inn at dawn the next day. The Doctor and Martha sit at his desk while Kathy leans against the wall feeling guilty though she does feel glad that despite living over a thousand years of this life, she can still feel sorrow when someone dies.

"Oh, sweet Dolly Bailey." Will says as he looks out the window before turning to them. "She sat out three bouts of the plague in this place. We all ran like rats. But what could have scared her so? She had such enormous spirit." He sits.

"'Rage, rage against the dying of the light.'" The Doctor murmurs.

"I might use that." Will remarks.

Kathy huffs. "Not the time."

"You can't. It's someone else's." The Doctor dismisses the writer. But not for a couple more hundred years if Kathy remembers correctly.

"But the thing is, Lynley drowned on dry land, Dolly died of fright and they were both connected to you." Martha says contemplatively.

"You're accusing me?" Will asks, frowning.

"No," Martha denies, "but I saw a witch, big as you like, flying, cackling away, and you've written about witches." Kathy winces.

"I have? When was that?" Will asks, flabbergasted.

"Not, not quite yet." The Doctor tells her in a low voice.

"Peter Streete spoke of witches." Will murmurs.

"Who's Peter Streete?" Martha asks.

"The builder." Kathy explains, drawing their attention. "He sketched the plans to the Globe."

"The architect. Hold on." It begins to dawn on the Doctor. "The architect! The architect!" He slams his fist on the table and jumps up. "The Globe! Come on!" He rushes off, followed by Martha, Kathy and Will.

——

The Doctor is in the pit of the Globe while Martha, Kathy and Will are onstage. Kathy watches as he darts about, thinking it best to let him work things out naturally as much as she can. She still fears messing things up too much sometimes.

"The columns there, right? 14 sides." The Doctor contemplates, gazing around him. "I've always wondered but I never asked... tell me, Will, why 14 sides?"

"It was the shape Peter Streete thought best, that's all. Said it carried the sound well." Will shrugs as he answers.

"14. Why does that ring a bell? 14..."

"There are 14 lines in a sonnet." Martha points out.

"So there is. Good point. Words and shapes following the same design." The Doctor paces. "14 lines, 14 sides, 14 facets... Oh, my head. Tetradecagon... think, think, think! Words, letters, numbers, lines!" He hits himself on the top of his head.

"This is just a theatre." Will argues.

"The Globe is not just a theatre." Kathy argues. "It's a powerful place where the right words with the right emphasis at the right time could make people weep, or cry with joy, change them. You would have the ability to change people's minds just with words in this place. And if you exaggerate that..." She can see the dots connecting in the Doctor's mind.

"It's like the Doctor's police box. Small wooden box with all that power inside." Martha adds.

"Oh. Oh, Martha Jones, I like you." The Doctor remarks joyfully. "Tell you what, though. Peter Streete would know. Can I talk to him?"

"You won't get an answer. A month after finishing this place... lost his mind." Will explains solemnly.

"Why? What happened?" Martha asks.

"Started raving about witches, hearing voices, babbling. His mind was addled."

"Where is he now?" The Doctor asks.

"Bedlam." Kathy winces at his words.

"What's Bedlam?" Martha questions.

"Bethlem Hospital." Kathy answers her. "It's where those deemed mentally ill go." That's putting it lightly.

"We're gonna go there. Right now. Come on." The Doctor declares. He heads out. Martha and Kathy follow as does Will.

"Wait! I'm coming with you. I want to witness this at first hand!" Will calls. Two young actors enter that Kathy recognises but doesn't know their names. Will hands one the script. "Ralph, the last scene as promised. Copy it, hand it round. Learn it. Speak it. Back before curtain up. Remember, kid, project. Eyes and teeth. You never know; the Queen might turn up." He walks out.

Kathy looks back at him with a smirk. "As if. She never does."

Will points at her. "You know something."

Kathy shrugs, "Spoilers," and they hurry to catch up with the Doctor and Martha.

——

In the street, Will starts questioning Martha. "So, tell me of Freedonia, where women can be doctors, writers, actors."

"This country's ruled by a woman." Martha argues.

"Ah, she's royal. That's God's business. Though you are a royal beauty." Will flirts. Martha stops causing Will and Kathy, whose just behind them, to stop.

"Whoa, Nelly! I know for a fact you've got a wife in the country." Martha laughs.

"But Martha, this is Town."

The Doctor runs over to them, annoyed. "Come on! We can all have a good flirt later."

Will gives the Doctor a once over and smirks. "Is that a promise, Doctor?"

Kathy laughs. "Oh, brilliant Will." She pats him on the shoulder. "You've made some academics very happy."

The Doctor groans and rolls his eyes. "Come on!"

——

They enter Bedlam and are greeted by loud screams and moans sound. The Doctor, Kathy, Martha and Will are led through the halls. Kathy can't help but think it looks like an old-time dungeon.

"Does my lord, Doctor, wish some entertainment while he waits?" The Jailer offers. "I'd whip these madmen. They'll put on a good show for ya. Bandog and Bedlam!" Kathy flinches as a man reaches for her from his cell (what other word should she call it?), begging to be free.

"No, I don't!" The Doctor snaps, disgusted.

"Wait here, my lords, while I make him decent for the ladies." The Jailer walks away.

Martha turns on Will. "So, this is what you call a hospital, yeah? Where the patients are whipped to entertain the gentry? And you put your friend in here?"

"Oh, and it's all so different in Freedonia." Will mocks.

"But you're clever! Do you honestly think this place is any good?" Martha argues.

"I've been mad. I've lost my mind. Fear of this place set me right again. It serves its purpose." Will counters. Kathy can see him looking around the place, the look on his face is a mixture of appalled and fearful.

"Mad in what way?"

"You lost your son." Kathy says softly. She remembers losing her little Payton so many years ago. She looks at the sad look on the Doctor's face, recalling he knows the loss of your own children far too well.

"My only boy. The Black Death took him. I wasn't even there." Will confesses sombrely.

"I didn't know. I'm sorry." Martha apologises.

"It made me question everything. The futility of this fleeting existence. To be or not to be..." he continues before stopping. "Oh, that's quite good."

"You should write that down." The Doctor remarks.

"Hm, maybe not. A bit pretentious?" The Doctor shrugs at his words.

"Nothing wrong with that now and again." Kathy argues with a small smile. The whole place seems to be getting to her.

"This way, m'lord!" The Jailer calls. They walk down the hall to Peter Streete's cell. The Jailer unlocks the door. Peter is sitting on a bench in rags with his back to them. "They can be dangerous, m'lord. Don't know their own strength."

"I think it helps if you don't whip them! Now get out!" The Doctor snaps. The Jailer looks shocked at his words and leaves and the Doctor and Kathy approach Peter slowly. The Jailer closes and locks the cell. "Peter? Peter Streete?"

"He's the same as he was. You'll get nothing out of him." Will tells them.

"I beg to differ." Kathy says. She lays a hand on Peter's shoulder. "Peter?" Peter's head jerks up and he looks at the Doctor and Kathy with wild, glassy eyes and seems like he wants to speak.

The Doctor places his fingertips along Peter's face. "Peter, I'm the Doctor. Go into the past, one year ago. Let your mind go back, back to when everything was fine and shining. Everything that happened in this year since happened to somebody else. It was just a story. A winter's tale. Let go. Listen. That's it, just let go." He lies Peter down on his cot and stands with Kathy. "Tell me the story, Peter. Tell me about the witches."

"Witches... spoke to Peter. In the night, they whispered." Peter speaks. His body jerks and his hands come up to his gear as if to mimic the whispering. "Got Peter to build the Globe to their design. Their design! The 14 walls, always 14. When the work was done... they," he laughs manically, "they sapped poor Peter's wits."

"Where did Peter see the witches? Where in the city?" The Doctor prompts. Peter struggles to respond, panting heavily, his mind slipping. He crouches beside Peter. "Peter, tell me. You've got to tell me where were they?"

"All Hallows Street."

"Too many words." Hisses one of the witches that appears next to the Doctor. Kathy leaps in surprise though she knew the creature was going to appear. She follows the Doctor as he goes to stand beside Martha.

"What the hell?" Martha exclaims in shock.

"Just one touch of the heart." The creature holds up her pointer finger.

"Noooo!!" Kathy leaps forward to stop her but the creature is too quick and lays a hand on Peter's chest.

"Ahhhhh!" Peter cries as he dies. Kathy feels tears pricking her eyes, the consolation is that Peter will no longer be tormented by the cruel world.

"Witch! I'm seeing a witch!" Will cries in disbelief. Kathy almost finds it funny that this is probably what is going to inspire him to write Macbeth.

"Who would be next, hmm? Just one touch." The witch mockingly jests. "Oh, oh, I'll stop your frantic hearts. Poor, fragile mortals."

Martha turns to shout at the door. "Let us out! Let us out!" Kathy stays calm as she knows they'll be fine.

"That's not gonna work." Kathy tells her. "The whole building's shouting that."

"Who will die first, hmm?" The witch asks.

"Well, if you're looking for volunteers." The Doctor offers. He walks towards the creature.

"No! Don't!" Martha exclaims.

"Doctor, can you stop her?" Will questions fearfully.

"No mortal has power over me." The witch says smugly.

"Oh, but there's a power in words." Kathy argues. Her expression drops. "If he can find the right one, if he can just know you..." She herself doesn't name her as she wants the Doctor to work it out himself.

"None on Earth has knowledge of us." The creature, the Carrionite, protests.

"Then it's a good thing I'm here." The Doctor remarks. "Now think, think, think... Humanoid female, uses shapes and words to channel energy... ah, 14! That's it! 14! The 14 stars of the Rexel planetary configuration! Creature, I name you Carrionite!" The Carrionite wails and disappears.

"What did you do?" Martha asks.

"I named her. The power of a name. That's old magic." The Doctor answers.

"But there's no such thing as magic."

"Well, it's just a different sort of science. You lot, you chose mathematics. Given the right string of numbers, the right equation, you can split the atom. Carrionites use words instead." The Doctor explains.

"Use them for what?" Will asks.

"The end of the world." Kathy states. Will and Martha look at her wide eyed.

——

They retreat back to the Elephant Inn. Will begins cleaning himself in a bowl as the Doctor talks.

"The Carrionites disappeared way back at the dawn of the universe. Nobody was sure if they were real or legend." The Time Lord paces.

"Well, I'm going for real." Will remarks as he pats down his face with a towel.

"But what do they want?" Martha questions, leaning against a cabinet.

"A new empire on Earth. A world of bones and blood and witchcraft." Kathy answers.

"But how?"

"I'm looking at the man with the words." The Doctor looks pointedly at Will.

"Me? But I've done nothing." Will argues looking bewildered at the accusation.

"Hold on, though." Martha says thoughtfully. "What were you doing last night, when that Carrionite was in the room?"

"Finishing the play."

Kathy raises an eyebrow. "What happens on the last page?"

Will shrugs. "The boys get the girls. They have a bit of a dance. It's all as funny and thought provoking as usual," he frowns, "except those last few lines. Funny thing is... I don't actually remember writing them."

"That's it. They used you." The Doctor realises. "They gave you the final words. Like a spell, like a code. "Love's Labours Won", it's a weapon! The right combination of words, spoken at the right place with the shape of the Globe as an energy converter! The play's the thing! And yes, you can have that." Will smirks.

A map is pulled out and the Doctor looks at it. "All Hallows Street. There it is. Martha, Kathy, we'll track them down." They nod. Kathy knows she'll be no help going with Will. "Will, you get to the Globe. Whatever you do, stop that play!"

"I'll do it." Will shakes the Doctor's hand. "All these years I've been the cleverest man around. Next to you, I know nothing."

"Oh, don't complain." Martha remarks.

"I'm not. It's marvellous. Good luck, Doctor."

"Good luck, Shakespeare." The Doctor heads for the door with Kathy and Martha behind him. "Once more unto the breach!"

"I like that." Will compliments before realising, "Wait a minute... that's one of mine."

Kathy pokes her head around the door. "Oh, just shift!"

——

"All Hallows Street, but which house?" The Doctor murmurs as they wander down the street. Kathy struggles to remember which house it is as they all look the same.

"The thing is, though... am I missing something here? The world didn't end in 1599. It just didn't. Look at me, I'm living proof." Martha argues.

"That's not how it works Martha." Kathy protests. "Not everything stays the same. Like the film "Back to the Future" where Marty McFly goes back and changes history meaning he starts fading away."

Martha's eyes widen when it dawns on her. "Oh my God, am I gonna fade?"

"You and the entire future of the human race. It ends right now in 1599 if we don't stop it." The Doctor declares. "But which house?" The door to Lilith's house slowly opens. "Ah, make that witch house."

They walk inside to where Lilith is waiting. The place is filled with chains, whips and other decorations from a horror film. Lilith stands at the end of the room smirking maliciously at them.

"I take it we're expected." The Doctor remarks.

"Oh, I think Death has been waiting for you a very long time." Lilith calmly replies.

"Right then, it's my turn." Martha steps forward. "I know how to do this." She points. "I name thee, Carrionite!" Lilith is unaffected and chuckles. Martha frowns in confusion. "What did I do wrong? Was it the finger?"

"The power of a name works only once. Observe." Lilith points at Martha. "I gaze upon this bag of bones and now I name thee Martha Jones." Martha collapses and Kathy lowers her to the ground.

"What have you done?" The Doctor cries kneeling down next to them.

Lilith looks mildly annoyed. "Only sleeping, alas. Curious, the name has less impact. She's somehow out of her time. And as for you, Sir Doctor!" She points, expecting a reaction but nothing happens. "Fascinating. There is no name. Why would a man hide his title in such despair? Oh, but look. There's still one word with the power that aches."

"The naming won't work on me." The Doctor snaps.

"But your heart grows cold." Lilith continues, pleased she's caught him. "The north wind blows and carries down the distant... Rose."

The Doctor stands. "Oh, big mistake 'cos that name keeps me fighting! The Carrionites vanished! Where did you go?" He demands to know.

Lilith huffs. "The Eternals found the right word to banish us into deep darkness."

Lilith and the Doctor begin a back and forth of how they escaped and what the Carrionites' plans are. The Carrionite boasts about how their species will return. Kathy stays by Martha, watching over her.

"Hmm... busy schedule... but first you gotta get past me." The Doctor now stands face-to-face with Lilith.

"Oh, that should be a pleasure considering my enemy has such a handsome shape." Lilith runs her fingers along his face seductively.

"Now, that's one form of magic that's definitely not gonna work on me." The Doctor retorts.

"Oh, we'll see." She yanks a lock of hair from his head and backs away. Kathy worries that if she tries to stop the Carrionites' current actions, she might do much worse.

The Doctor fingers his head. "What did you do?"

"Souvenir."

"Well, give it back!" Lilith throws up her arms and the window behind her opens and she flies out backwards, levitating outside. The Doctor runs to the windowsill. "Well, that's just cheating."

Lilith practically cackles. "Behold, Doctor. Men to Carrionites are nothing but puppets." She pulls out a doll and wraps his hair about it. Kathy sees Martha waking slowly.

"Wha—"

"Ssh." Kathy quietly murmurs. "Not yet." Once Lilith leaves, they can help the Doctor and save the earth.

"What use is your science now?" Kathy hears Lilith says as she stabs the doll. The Doctor lets out a cry and falls to the floor as Lilith cackles and flies away.

Kathy and Martha rush to the Doctor.

"Oh my God! Doctor! Don't worry, I've got you." Martha rolls him onto his back

"Martha, he's fine." Kathy tells her. "Two hearts remember?"

"Right." Martha sighs. "Come on mister."

"You're making a habit of this." The Doctor murmurs, he quickly stands and nearly falls. "Aahh!" He cries. Kathy and Martha support him. "I've only got one heart working. How do you people cope?"

"I used to cope just fine." Kathy retorts.

"I've got to get the other one started. Hit me! Hit me on the chest!" The Doctor orders. Martha hits him. "Aahh! Other side!" Kathy hits him this time. "On the back! On the back!" Martha does so. "Left a bit!" Kathy does it. "Ahh, lovely." The Doctor stands. "There we go! Ba-da-boom! Well, what are you standing there for? Come one! The Globe!" He rushes out followed by Martha and Kathy.

They run out through the streets but the Doctor begins running in the wrong direction. Kathy stops once she realises while Martha continues to follow.

"We're going the wrong way!" Martha yells.

"No, we're not! Running down a different street." The Doctor argues. Kathy stands and waits for him to realise.

"We're going the wrong way!" They run back the way they came, past Kathy. "Come on Kathy!"

Kathy rolls her eyes and follows.

They all hear screaming and see a red glow of energy pouring from the Globe. The play had already done its part. People on the street run around screaming while a preacher cries, "I told thee so! I told thee!" Thunderclouds and lightning form over the Globe mixing with the red glow as the three run into the theatre to stop the chaos.

——

They enter the theatre through the back door to find Will sitting on the ground, holding his head.

"Stop the play! I think that was it. Yeah, I said, "Stop the play"!" The Doctor yells at him.

"I hit my head." Will groans.

The Doctor rolls his eyes and shakes his head. "Yeah, don't rub it, you'll go bald." He remarks. Screams can be heard from out front. "I think that's my cue!" He runs out with Kathy. Martha grabs Will's hand and they follow.

"Now begins the millennium of blood!" The Carrionites cackle as Kathy and the Doctor run onstage with Martha and Will behind them. Kathy winces at the force of the wind. Lilith holds up the crystal orb.

"The Doctor! He lives! Then watch this world become a blasted heath! They come! They come!" Lilith cries. The remaining Carrionites freed from the crystal fly about the Globe.

The Doctor grabs Will. "Come on, Will! History needs you!"

"But what can I do?" Will asks, bewildered.

"Reverse it!" Kathy yells. "You need to say the right words and the Globe will give it power!"

"But what words? I have none ready!" Will protests.

"You're William Shakespeare!" The Doctor reasons, swatting his arm.

"But these Carrionite phrases, the need such precision!"

"You can do this Will. Trust yourself." Kathy cries. "When you're locked away in your room, the words just come, don't they? Like magic. Words that last forever!"

"That's what you do, Will! You choose perfect words. Do it. Improvise!" The Doctor persuades.

Will takes a moment to compose himself as he turns to the flying Carrionites. "Close up this den of hateful, dire decay! Decomposition of your witches' plot! You thieve my brains, consider me your toy. My doting Doctor tells me I am not!"

"No! Words of power!" Lilith wails.

"Foul Carrionite spectres, cease your show! Between the points..." Will looks to the Doctor.

"7-6-1-3-9-0!" The Doctor replies loudly so as to be heard over the screeches.

"7-6-1-3-9-0! And banished like a tinker's cuss, I say to thee..." Again, looks to the Doctor who is at a loss. Kathy decides not to say anything, to let Martha have her moment.

"Expelliarmus!" Martha cries.

"Expelliarmus!" The Doctor reiterates.

"Expelliarmus!" Will finishes. The Carrionites scream in anguish.

"The deep darkness! They are consumed! Ahhh!" Lilith cries. The wraith-like Carrionites get sucked up into the cloud, tornado fashion, as do all copies of the play.

"'Love's Labours Won'. There it goes." The Doctor says as the papers fly past them. The cloud dissipates and the audience sighs in relief and then begins applauding. The Doctor ducks out as the actors take their bows.

"They think it was all special effects." Martha says in disbelief.

"Your effect is special indeed." Will flirts. Martha pulls a face.

Kathy fakes being sick. "Awful Will."

Martha laughs. Kathy joins Martha and Will as they take their bows as well.

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The next morning, the Doctor and Kathy emerge from backstage. Kathy is wearing a ruffed collar and the Doctor takes off a hat while carrying an animal skull. Martha and Shakespeare are sitting at the edge of the stage.

"Good props store back there! I'm not sure about this though." The Doctor looks at the skull. "Reminds me of a Sycorax." Kathy opens her mouth to ask. "No." She pouts, worth a try.

"Sycorax. Nice word. I'll have that off you as well." Will murmurs.

"I should be on 10%. How's your head?" The Doctor asks, putting down the skull.

"Still aching." Will replies.

"Here, I got you this." The Doctor removes the collar from Kathy's neck and puts it on Will's. "Neck brace. Wear that for a few days till it's better, although you might wanna keep it. It suits you."

"What about the play?" Martha questions.

"Gone," Kathy answers her. "We looked all over, every single copy of "Love's Labours' Won" went up in the sky."

"My lost masterpiece." Will says sombrely.

"You could write it up again." Martha suggests.

"Yeah, better not, Will." The Doctor quickly says. "There's still power in those words. Maybe it should best stay forgotten." That and how history says it's a lost play.

"Oh, but I've got new ideas." Will dismisses. "Perhaps it's time I wrote about fathers and sons. In memory of my boy, my precious Hamnet."

Martha's expression morphs into one of confusion. "Hamnet?"

"That's him."

"Ham-net?"

"What's wrong with that?" Will asks.

"Anyway," the Doctor quickly interrupts, "time we were off. I've got a nice attic in the TARDIS where this lot," he holds the crystal carrying the Carrionites, "can scream for all eternity and I've gotta take Martha back to Freedonia."

"You mean travel on through time and space." Will corrects with a knowing smirk. The Doctor and Martha look stunned while Kathy simply smiles at Will.

"You what?" The Time Lord looks at the Bard in disbelief.

"You're from another world like the Carrionites and Martha is from the future. And Kathy is older and more widely travelled than she appears like she's from a different world. It's not hard to work out." Will concludes.

The Doctor is flabbergasted. "That's... incredible. You are incredible."

"We're alike in many ways, Doctor." Will says to him before turning to Martha. "Martha, let me say goodbye to you in a new verse. A sonnet for my Dark Lady. Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate..."

Kempe runs in, interrupting the moment, which Kathy is relieved with. "Will! Will! You'll never believe it! She's here! She's turned up!"

"We're the talk of the town. She heard about last night! She wants us to perform it again." Dick adds. Kathy knows who and slips a quick and amused glance in the Doctor's direction.

"Who?" Martha asks.

"Her Majesty! She's here!" Dick explains. As soon as he finishes, fanfare sounds as Elizabeth I enters with some guards.

"Queen Elizabeth I!" The Doctor exclaims excitedly.

Elizabeth, however, is not pleased as she glares at him and growls, "Doctor!"

The Doctor looks at her in a dumb daze, his smile vanishing. "What?"

"My sworn enemy!" Elizabeth continues.

"What?"

"Off with his head!" The Queen cries.

"What?!"

"Never mind "what", just run! See you, Will, Kathy! And thanks!" Martha and the Doctor run off the stage with guards following.

"Stop that pernicious Doctor!" Elizabeth exclaims while Kathy and Will laugh.

"Hello, Your Majesty." Kathy greets with a grin.

Elizabeth takes her in and looks shocked. "Katherine." Kathy can't blame her as she looks the same after 30 years though the Queen already knows all about aliens so she shouldn't be too shocked.

Kathy gestures to Will. "May I introduce Mr William Shakespeare."

Will bows before turning to Kathy. "Should I be surprised that you know Her Majesty?"

"No." Kathy grins.

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