#locklyle as parents

[yveni]

Fluff

No, seriously, this fic will literally make the teeth fall right out of your gums, completely rotted. So much fluff.

3.4k words

First of all, thank you so, so much to @books-and-pumpkins for double-checking and correcting my French. I’m super duper grateful for your contribution to this.

Basically I seen a hc where Lockwood is fluent in French and spiraled from there. So here is an aged-up, married Locklyle. 

Very long post ahead.

!BOOK SPOILERS!

french translation at the bottom if you’re curious

“Anthony, dear, could you bring me my sketch pad before you come down?” I shout absentmindedly to my husband. I hear his footsteps halt on the stairs before turning back. 

I seldom use “Anthony” so casually, or even “dear”, but events that occurred while getting dressed made me want to milk my condition. The condition (which at the moment is relentlessly tapping on my inner rib) that in no way makes me incapable of going upstairs to grab my sketch pad for myself. 

I position my chair in a convenient ray of light streaming in through our window, sitting with my body turned sideways to illuminate the swell of my sundress. I had discovered this morning - quite irritatingly, at first - that my usual skirts no longer sat comfortably at my waistline. Dresses and leggings were going to have to be my wardrobe for the next five months. Upon putting on one of the only two dresses I own, a plain blue one that cinched just above my rib cage, I was taken aback by how obvious my stomach had become. I no longer looked as though I had eaten twice the amount of biscuits I should’ve (although the cravings did often cause that), I look as though I am carrying a baby. Cause I am. 

The kitchen door opens, and I look up to greet my husband, but instead I see George. 

“You don’t have to look so disappointed, Luce.” He says. 

George had moved out almost a year ago to live with Flo, but he still has a key. Honestly, I see him just as often as when he did live at Portland Row, since he comes around whenever he feels like. 

“Good morning, George!” I smile warmly, because although I was a bit disappointed he wasn’t Lockwood, the hormones caused me to be quite overly fond of him. He looks at me oddly. 

“Morning, Lucy. You look very pregnant today. Where’s my mug?” He begins opening cupboards and pulling out tea supplies.

I smile again, glad to know that the strategic arrangement of myself, my dress, and the utilization of the early afternoon light was working. “Should be in the same place it always is, Georgie. While you’re at it, could you make me a tea as well?”

I hadn’t made my own yet, I was planning on having Lockwood do it. George will do just fine, although his cup of tea wouldn’t come with the forehead kiss that always accompanies Lockwood’s cups of tea. 

George stops and turns in his tracks, his gaze moves from the window, to me, and then to my belly. He scoffs. 

“What?” 

“Nothing.” He reaches for another cup.

“Then why did you pull that face just now?”

“I’m always pulling a face.”

“Yeah, but not usually at me.” I grumble. 

He drops the tea bags in the steaming cups as he shrugs, “I see exactly what you’re doing, Luce. You could probably get away with it on Lockwood, but you forget that I have brothers, who all have wives, who have all been pregnant. You are perfectly capable of making your own cup of tea.”

“Seems to have worked a little bit.” I grin as he places my mug before me.

“Yeah, yeah.” 

He sits down in his usual spot at the table, then pulls some papers out of his bag and begins rifling through them. 

“Another gate found?” I ask.

The past few years, the Problem had significantly reduced, although the occasional gate would surface and stir up trouble; some were remainders of the Orpheus Society’s work, but usually they were attempts at recreating what the Society had done. DEPRAC was hard at work trying to figure out who was leaking the information about source gates; Lockwood and Co. provided whatever help we could. 

We hadn’t taken an actual psychic case in over a year. Holly’s talents had faded a few months after the destruction of Fittes house - Kipps had offered to share the goggles, but she refused for fashion’s sake, and stuck to secretary work for the company. It wasn’t for another three years that Lockwood’s talents followed, and then George. At that point, we hadn’t really had use of our talent anyway, as opportunities for cases were not as frequent as they used to be. I wasn’t sure when my own talents faded, but I assumed they did by now; I hadn’t been in a situation where I had to use them. We work alongside DEPRAC now, giving them whatever insight we could about what Marissa Fittes had said of her involvement in the Problem. Lockwood was very influential in the cleaning up of the gates, and the removal of the nets blocking the spirits from moving on. 

George proved himself in the research field, as we all expected, and was often giving lectures about the Problem, properties of sources, and how to prevent outbreaks from spreading. Lockwood and I found ourselves traveling outside of London, going to small villages, helping smaller agencies not only train their agents, but also provide insight into their most prominent hauntings. A few times, our guidance helped them find source clusters that were almost as powerful as a gate. 

Much to everyone’s relief, the terrible headlines of ghost-touch and hauntings were becoming fewer and fewer. The Problem was on its way out, and whatever attempts to bring it back in were becoming easier for DEPRAC to squash. Agencies still trained, iron wards still hung, and lavender gardens still flourished, but the world was beginning to feel safe. 

Safe enough to stop living everyday like it could be our last, safe enough for George to move out, safe enough to get married… safe enough to have a child. I smile and instinctively place my hand on top of my belly.

“Yeah, some nitwits in the country. It was caught after a week, but it was enough to stir up a poltergeist and a few changers it sounds like.” George says, looking at files over the top of his glasses, “They might benefit from you and Lockwood paying them a visit. They’ve only got six agents.” He flits his gaze back to me, and smirks, “Although, Kipps can go instead, since you’re not even feeling up to making your tea.”

I sit up defensively, “I can work and make a baby at the same time!”

“I thought you already went through the trouble of making a baby, surely you’re more professional than to do that while you’re working.” 

“George, you must know, the professionalism part is ensuring you don’t get caught making a baby while you’re working.” Lockwood says from the doorway. “I see you’re helping yourself to my tea.”

He leans against the doorframe, my sketch pad in hand, regarding George and I. As always, he looks immaculate; a crisp, white shirt tucked into a dark pair of slacks, showing off his slender frame. Regretfully, my careful stance against the sunlight had been ruined during my conversation with George. Lockwood’s view of me does not include my sundress or my stomach, which was now hidden by the Thinking Cloth. Instead, I am hunching over my tea, glaring at George, cheeks slightly flushed at the implications of making a baby at work. I impulsively grab a biscuit and throw it in George’s direction, almost making it into his tea cup. 

George picks it up and takes a bite, speaking as he chews, “Helping myself to your biscuits as well, courtesy of your wife.”

Lockwood grins at that. We’ve been married seven months, and we both still thrill at hearing others refer to us accordingly. Granted, George had been doing it since the first time he caught us snogging in the library, but it still sends a shock through my body when I hear it.

“You’re not feeling well, Luce?” My husband deposits the sketch pad in front of me and studies my face. 

My eyebrows furrow, “I feel fine.” 

“I overheard George say you’re not up to making tea.” Lockwood strides across the kitchen, heading straight to the kettle and tea supplies George had left out. I immediately take the opportunity of his back being turned to reposition myself, sunbeam, dress, stomach, and all.

I ignore George’s snort into his mug. “George doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”

“I’m right here.”

Lockwood looks in our direction, probably with some clever comment to reply with, but catches sight of exactly what I’ve been wanting him to catch sight of. His eyes begin to glow as they fall on my figure, a smile lighting up the room more than my sunbeam. “More tea, Lucy?”

I quickly down what’s left of my cup, “If you insist.”

He walks over, but instead of making for my mug, he grabs my hand and pulls me out of my chair, stooping a little to place both his hands over my stomach. His grin gets even wider, “When did this happen?”

“Overnight, I think.” We both beam down at the bump. He lifts his gaze to mine, our faces level, and goodness, those brown eyes in the sunlight could make me melt.

He places a finger under my chin, guiding me into a kiss. 

“I’m taking my research to my desk.” George states loudly, I’m only slightly aware of the sound of him grabbing his papers and disappearing into the basement.

I wrap my arms around Lockwood’s neck, going on tiptoe so he can stand up straight. He drags his hands down my back in return, letting them settle at my hips. Probably disturbed by my quickening heartbeat, the tapping on my ribs starts up again.

I slightly pull away from Lockwood, he gives a little whine of complaint, trying to close the gap between us again. 

“No, feel.” I grab one of his hands and place it back on my stomach, approximately where I feel the tapping.

“Lucy, every time we try, I can’t feel it.” Lockwood dismays. “It just makes me think it doesn’t like me.”

I shake my head, “Of course the baby likes you. Just try again, the taps feel a lot stronger today.”

I grab his other hand and place it on top of my belly, trying to position his fingers in the main spot of the movement. He allows it, but his face says that he still doesn’t feel anything. 

He presses his lips together, waiting. After a moment, he sighs, almost moving his hands away. 

“No,” I force them back in place, “They’re moving. Just talk to it.”

He obliges, “I want to feel the baby, mon amour, but -” he stops. I gasp at the same time, a kick right underneath my ribs had caused us both to hold our breath.

“Do it again.” Lockwood utters.

The baby does nothing, leaving us both standing still in anticipation. Abruptly, Lockwood’s stance changes, his expression one I recognize from so many years of casework and ghost hunting. He has an idea. 

“…bébé?” He whispers cautiously. A kick, not a tap, responds. I gasp again, Lockwood lets out a breathy laugh, “Oh, tu aimes le français?”

The baby continues to move, causing Lockwood to stoop down again, practically on his knees to be level with my stomach. “Vraiment!” 

“Keep talking!” I sniff, surprised by the heaviness in my voice. His eyes are glistening as he pulls a chair away from the table, sitting down to comfortably return his hands to the spot of the kicking. 

“Je pourrais parler français, quand tu veux.” He continues, “Je pense que ta mère est très belle, j’espère tu lui ressembleras.” He looks up at me, still beaming, then back towards the baby. “Ceci dit… mon sourire t’ouvrirait beaucoup de portes.”

That part he whispers, as though he doesn’t really want me to hear. He’s begun talking too fast for me to keep up; to be honest, I lost him after “Do you like French?”, but his tone sounds suspicious. It doesn’t help that the baby is now going crazy, I not only feel it kicking, but it’s practically doing somersaults. 

“What are you saying?”

He doesn’t acknowledge me, “On va causer des ennuis partout, même si maman nous crie dessus, si tu hérites de mon sourire. Et sinon, je t’apprendrais d’autres combines…” 

“Anthony, what are you saying?” I nudge his shoulder.

“I forgot my tea!” I hear George announce loudly before he enters the room again.

I look up as he enters, not turning my whole body so Lockwood could still face my stomach. George halts at the top of the basement entrance, taking in the situation.

“Can you feel it?” He asks, more directed at Lockwood than me.

Lockwood nods enthusiastically, “Oui! Et il aime le français!”

“George, tell me what he’s saying.”

George moves closer, “Il?“

Lockwood shrugs, “Just a guess.” then leans down again to speak directly to the bump, “Peu importe.”

“Can I try, Luce?” George asks, now next to Lockwood and I.

I grab his hand and place it next to Lockwood’s, who adjusts accordingly so George can feel. “Just tell me what he’s saying.”

Immediately, George’s eyes widen. “T’aimes le français.“

“Lui, c’est ton oncle, il est un peu étrange.“ 

“Mais tu m’aimeras d’toute façon.” George says. He doesn’t sound as elegant as Lockwood, but it still annoys me that I’m the only one not understanding what’s being said. “Je t’apprendrai tous les gros mots, dans tout plein de langues.”

“Lockwood, I want to know what you’re saying.” I complain.

Finally, he looks up at me, “Oh, we’re back to Lockwood now? What happened to ‘Anthony, dear?’ from earlier?”

“Anthony wasn’t excluding me from a conversation with our child, Lockwood is.” I attempt to give him my best pout, but he frowns down at my belly, where the movement has stopped.

“Il aime pas quand ses parents se disputent.” George says, making the kicking start up again. “Besides, Luce, you had years where you were the only one that understood the skull, let us have this for a bit.”

Lockwood grins at that. Frustrated, I step back, causing both their hands to fall, and multiple groans of complaint. It even feels like the baby twists in disappointment. “This is nothing like the skull.” I say, “Besides, I filled you both in on what it was saying if you asked.”

“Not all of it,” George says, “It was pretty obvious you’d leave bits out.”

“The only bits I’d leave out were either hurtful to you guys, or unnecessary.” 

“On the contrary, if you’d mentioned all the times the skull would tease you about me, we might have gotten together sooner.” Lockwood states. 

George pulls an annoying face to show his agreement. “It would’ve saved me a lot of frustration.”

“So this is payback?” I splutter. 

“Ooh, this is the first time a so obviously pregnant women has been angry with me.” George says, “Odd, considering you’ve been so nice to me lately.”

I glare at both boys in front of me, mouth open ready to scold them, but suddenly all the baby’s movement hits me, “You two are lucky I have to pee.” 

“Always the lady.” I hear George say as I walk out.

George and Lockwood left Portland Row not too long after that, off to investigate the matter of the gate they had found in the country. When he returned, Lockwood informed me of what Barnes told him on the matter, and that we were welcome to visit the six agents and their supervisor, but Kipps had already made plans to do so. Beyond that, I didn’t speak to him.

I knew I was being a little unreasonable, and I wasn’t super angry anymore, I just wanted to avoid him getting on my nerves again so I wouldn’t shout.

I’m lying in the library, having just returned from a trip to the shops to buy a few more dresses, when Lockwood finds me.

He kneels beside the couch I’m at, brushing a piece of hair out of my eyes. “Je suis désolé.” He says, with a pleading smile, “It means I’m sorry.”

I sit up, allowing him to take the spot my head had just been, “I know what that means.”

He puts his arm around me and presses a kiss to my temple, “I wasn’t sure.” He murmurs into my hair.

I turn to look at him directly, “I’m sorry, too. I shouldn’t have gotten angry, I ruined a really good moment.”

“I should have told you what I was saying.” His forehead leans against mine, instinctively I close my eyes and gently press my lips against his. 

He sits back against the arm of the sofa, pulling me so I’m laying against his chest. It honestly isn’t very comfortable with my stomach, but I don’t move yet. “What did you say?”

I hear the lazy smile in his voice, “Just talking about how I hope the baby looks like you, and then when George showed up, I told him how weird he is.”

“Him?” I ask. We haven’t found out if the baby is a boy or a girl.

“Just a guess.” He says. “Quite worryingly, George promised to teach him all the bad words in every language.”

“Hmmm, that’s a problem we’ll have to deal with when it comes around.” I mutter. 

We’re quiet for a while, only moving when I shift myself so I could be a little more comfortable. I almost fall asleep to the sounds of our breathing, but the baby starts its tapping again. 

“Lockwood.” I move my hand, which is already interlaced with his, onto my belly. 

“Is it moving?” He asks. 

“Yeah.” I say, a little disappointed that he couldn’t feel the tapping anymore.

“Lucy?”

“Hm?”

“Je t’aime.” 

Kick.

-

Bonus: 

I’m sitting at my desk in the basement, staring at the bulge underneath my t-shirt. Technically, Lockwood’s t-shirt, but I’d been stealing it for years, it’s perfect for the days I don’t have to be anywhere. 

I hadn’t felt the baby move all day and I was bored of my paperwork. I wanted some company.

The past week and a half, Lockwood was having fun with the baby’s fondness of French. Every night, I fell asleep to him muttering to my stomach. He was speaking to it so much, I was beginning to catch him slipping into his second language absentmindedly, mumbling as he went about his day, or referring to objects in French by accident. It was pretty cute, to be honest.

Still, French was the only thing that caused the baby to riot. It would gently tap and move around casually, just for me, but only get excited enough for others to feel the movement when that language was spoken.

“Hi, baby,” I whisper towards it. “How’s your day been?”

Nothing moves. I sigh, rubbing the spot that I feel the most pressure at, trying to disrupt the baby’s sleeping. “It’s just me right now, no need to stay quiet. I’d prefer you do that when I’m actually trying to sleep. Although your father hasn’t really been letting me fall asleep without feeling you move.”

A flutter starts at the mention of Lockwood, causing me to smile, unsure how he ever thought the baby didn’t like him. “Yeah, yeah, Lockwood’s great. Him and his français.”

I say the word mockingly, but it still is met with a series of kicks. I sigh, “I’m afraid I don’t know too much French, baby.”

The baby gives a little turn, as if it is readjusting itself to hear better. A motherly bolt of sympathy goes through me, and I give in. “Erm… bonjour.”

A delighted flurry of tumbles starts up, making me giggle a little bit. “Comment allez-vous?” 

I search my brain for all the French I had picked up from Lockwood, trying to form a sentence out of the random words and phrases I could remember. Nothing makes sense. After a moment, I lean back and sigh. “Sorry, baby, I think that’s all I got.”

The movement in my stomach lessens, like it’s calming down after being riled up. Which is kind of what happened. 

Breathing in a smile, I say, “There is one thing I will always tell you, in whatever language I can say it.” The baby stills, anticipating, “Je t’aime.” 

An excited lurch causes me to sit up, almost laughing, “Yes, I love you so very much. More than I understand yet.”

The kicks and tumbles continue, and I don’t get any more paperwork done that day.

Bonus Bonus:

“Lockwood…” I stare at the polish in my hand, breathing in the lemony fumes. “I think I want to drink the shelf cleaner.”

I don’t hear him get up, but I feel him behind me. Gingerly, he takes the bottle from my grasp. “Please don’t drink the shelf cleaner.”

~

Again, thank you so much to @books-and-pumpkins

As promised, here are the French bits translated:

Lockwood: ...my love...

Lockwood: ...baby?

Lockwood: Oh, you like French? You do!

Lockwood: I could speak French, whenever you want. I think your mother is very beautiful, I hope you look like her. Although... you could do a lot with my smile.

Lockwood: We’ll cause lots of trouble, even if mom yells, if you get my smile. If you don’t, I could teach you other tricks.

(after George reappears)

Lockwood: Yes! And he likes French!

George: He?

Lockwood: (Just a guess) It doesn’t matter.

George: You do like French.

Lockwood: This is your uncle, he’s a little weird.

George: But you’ll love me anyway.

George: I’m going to teach you so many bad words, in so many languages.

George: He doesn’t like it when his parents fight.

(in the library)

Lockwood: I’m sorry.

Lockwood: I love you.

(bonus)

Lucy: ...hello.

Lucy: How are you?

Lucy: I love you.

[talleryn]

Lucy’s mother: I don’t remember raising you like this

Lucy: I don’t remember you raising me at all

[al-ghvl]

zoya nazyalensky & nikolai lantsov. kaz brekker & inej ghafa. jude duarte & cardan greenbriar. anthony lockwood & lucy carlyle. wally west & artemis crock. (+ josh chen & jules ambrose)

[wellgoslowly]

my essay on lucy's usage of "Anthony" in romantic/tense interactions with Lockwood (Spoilers for Lockwood's past!)

ok so a couple of hours ago I made a post that said "after reading so many first kiss locklyle fics and seeing so many people write a part where Lockwood says he likes it when Lucy calls him "Anthony", I've come to the conclusion that he likes it because he hasn't heard his first name said with obvious love and adoration since his parents and Jessica died- until Lucy came along. In this essay I will..." and while that idea was something I was legitimately thinking about, I wasn't really actually intending to write an essay until people showed interest in it so here's the full "why Lockwood likes it when Lucy calls him Anthony" essay.

BIG DISCLAIMER: I haven't finished reading the books yet (I don't really care about spoilers, I already know a lot just from being a part of the fandom online), but if I get anything wrong or don't include anything that might be big, please let me know!!

Ok, so we all know that Donald and Celia died when Lockwood was 6. They were (obviously) the ones who named him and the ones who gave his name meaning for the first 6 years of his life. they were the ones who said his name softly when he was a baby and trying to lull him back to sleep, they were the ones who called "Anthony!" when it was time for dinner, they were the ones who introduced him to others as "my son, Anthony". They were the ones who gave his name meaning in the first place.

I also don't know if this is stated or not, but I feel like his name probably had some significant meaning to Donald and Celia. Through a small google search, the name Anthony shows up as associated with meanings such as "He who adds", "He who stands out", "The Deep Thinker", "Very Strong", "Magnetic", "Unconventional", and "Idealistic". It's also said to come from the name of Hercules's son, Anton. Even in trying to grasp for the smallest shreds of symbolism in this, it's very obvious that his parents were trying to raise a strong, caring, and brave son.

After his parents died, the only person he really had left that called him Anthony and gave it meaning was Jessica. She was the one who would say his name with exasperation when he was being annoying, she became to one who called his name when it was time for dinner, and she was the one who would call out his name when she needed help or wanted to ask him a question. I bet she even used his name when she asked him to help her unpack the crate that contained the artifact that would end up killing her.

The common trend isn't only that the people who made his name mean something were his family- it's that the people who made his name mean something were all people who prioritized taking care of him. After the deaths of his family, he had only person that he could trust to take care of him: himself.

He isolated himself both consciously and unconsciously when he became an agent- I feel like it probably became a way to make sure that he occupied himself with an activity he never had while he was growing up (something that could be possibly devoid of possible hurtful memories of his past).

I can imagine that people started calling him by his last name because of Gravedigger Sykes- he just seems like the type of guy who would call everyone by their last names even if you asked him not to. And that was probably an escape for Lockwood- he was able to become a different person (Lockwood) and differentiate himself from the "helpless" child that he used to be (Anthony). Lockwood became not only his name, but it was a mask for him to hide his grief behind and he just forced himself to grow into it.

The closest thing that he gets to being called Anthony is when Kipps calls him "Tony", or when one of his past employees called him "Big A", which implies that either he has made it explicitly clear that he doesn't want to be referred to as Anthony whatsoever, or he took time to rebuild whatever reputation he had and rewrite the impression that people had of him, turning their idea of him as a person from being filed under "Anthony" to "Lockwood". Either way, it's something that would take time. Even if he blows off the name change as Anthony being "something only his family called him", it doesn't change the fact that for the first 10 years of his life, that was the name he responded to. I feel like if his family had lived, he'd still go by Anthony- he wouldn't need to differentiate between the persona that Lockwood provides and the core personality that Anthony offers.

Having all of this in mind, when Lucy walks into 35 Portland Row, he is immediately drawn to her. We later learn that she reminds him of his sister and how feisty and headstrong Jessica could be. This puts his recklessness when it comes to putting his life in danger to save hers, and the "you know I'd die for you" quote into a different perspective- she has become his family in more ways than one. He already blames himself for Jessica's death- he'd do anything to save Lucy, first because of her similarity to Jessica and then because he's started falling in love with her, because he doesn't want to lose someone else because of his negligence or his arrogance.

When Lucy calls him "Anthony", it's going to mean a lot to him- the last people who called him that and put any meaning behind it were his family, who loved him unconditionally, valued him beyond belief, and tried to take care of him the best that he could. And now, he has the opportunity to experience that again through this young girl who has never been taught love in her life, but somehow gets it right just by saying his first name. It's the fact that she feels like she doesn't know how to love properly, but that small gesture for someone who has loved and lost is more than enough.

It's her way of saying that she values both the person he is for the rest of the world, her boss, and her best friend (Lockwood) but that she also loves the child inside of him who just wants to love someone as fiercely as he had been loved, the promise of the person he could've been (Anthony).

holy shit I just wrote all of that. hope yall enjoyed my rant. sorry for any emotions that may come as a side effect. <3

@lucy-j-carlyle @atatanya @xamdsona @losticaruss @incorrectlco @syfygirl1998 tagging everyone who seemed interested in the essay :)

[randomnessandreviews]

Lockwood: Barnes, can I...?

Barnes: No.

Lockwood: You don't even know what I was going to ask.

Barnes: I don't need to.

Lockwood (starts stomping off): Fine.

Barnes: Where are you going?

Lockwood: To ask your wife instead.

Barnes: She'll say no as well.

Lockwood: Oh no she won't....Oh, hi Mrs B.

Barnes (running after him: Carol! Carol, you are not to give him what he wants! I have already said no!

[multifandumbmeg]

Locklyle Week Day 3

Skipping out on my main fic for one day to splurge and write this oneshot because I couldn’t help myself. The prompt was DOMESTICITY! I had to. Anyway, here’s a taste and link:

The alarm was going off far too early again. Sure, they were only twenty-nine, but Lockwood and Lucy were really starting to feel their age.

Lockwood smacked his phone to quell the racket. He sighed.

“Did you sleep? Feels like I didn’t sleep.”

“Mmph.” Lucy replied, burrowing into her pillows.

“Alright, game plan: I’ll go get the baby up and wake Margaret, you go rouse the boys, meet in the kitchen.”

Lucy rolled over and scowled at him without much menace. “Convenient you get the kids in the rooms that don’t require going up any stairs.”

“Yes, but I might have to do the diapers.”

“Fair point.”

The two of them rolled out of bed on their respective sides threw on the necessary garments. Once the kids were off to school they could dress properly and get themselves looking ready for society. Lucy tugged on a ratty blue cardigan George’s mother had knitted for her years ago, Lockwood berated himself once again for slipping into a pair of sweats. But he could look good later. It was impossible to look fancy and handsome at 7am with four kids. He had to make some allowances.

They hadn’t meant to end up with four kids at twenty-nine. But that was another story.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45957463 

In other words, epilogue AU where Locklyle have a bunch of adopted kiddos.

[mirroringdust]

Lockwood - Cherry Blossom

Lockwood right before meeting Lucy, remembering his parents. (continuing my series of one-shots "Tulips and Other Flowers"). Hope you enjoy reading!

Lockwood sat in his usual large chair and stared out of the window at the street 35 Portland Row belonged to, the house where his parents had lived in, the house where a family spent their days and evenings sitting on the couch reading books. Lockwood glanced around. Many of those books where still lying around on the floor or on the shelves. He had never touched them again. His elbow rested on the armrest and his head leaned slightly on his hand. Looking for a new agent had been more exhausting than he had thought. Most of the ones who applied were simply too scared, superficial, had no talent at all or didn't even say a word. Lockwood ran his hand over his frowning forehead. Maybe it was all useless and he wouldn't find anyone who would fit in here and work together with him and George. They could do it on their own anyway. They were a great team. George continued to surprise him with his knowledge and research skills, Lockwood didn't have a single sense for. Maybe they would find someone who would complement them just like that, someone who would want to live with them.

This house was too big for only two people, the memory of his parents resting on every one of these wooden shelves, on the floors, and on the walls. He stood up again, suddenly restless in this old living room. He hadn't changed a single thing, not even this painting that caught his eye at that moment. An oil painting of cherry blossoms. The matt rose colours on white grounds, not quite as strong as in reality, the tree spreading its branches to every corner taking up the entire frame. A memory flashed before Lockwood's eyes, a simple distraction but it rested in his mind for a while, long enough that the feeling of a warm embrace started to surface in his soul. A calm rush of belonging and then the sound of her mother's soothing voice and the joy in her eyes as one of the flowers from the tree fell into her hair. It had been a day in the park, the short time of spring when the cherry blossoms were glowing in the sun and covering the whole road like a coat of protection. Lockwood smiled. His mother had turned to him while they were walking along that road.

"See these blossoms, they will soon stop blooming, but we will see them again next year. They always return."

Lockwood hadn't understood it at the time. It had just been a beautiful sight that he connected with bittersweet memories.

But he did now as he turned around to ask George for the next applicant. It was the last one and probably another disappointment. But if it didn't work out this time, another chance would soon bloom again. Short moments of happiness would appear. His agency would grow, and he would see those flowers again.

And he also knew why his parents had bought that painting. To remind him of this moment. To remind him of hope.

[daydreamxr17]

"Do you understand that we will never be the same again"

But it's Locklyle after the other side

"the future's in our hands and we will never be the same again"

But it's Lockwood and Co fighting the Fittes

But it's Lockwood avenging his parents by finding the truth

But it's George beaten by the golden blade

But it's Lockwood after Lucy left

But it's Quill Kipps after that cannibal case

But it's Holly Munro after she joined L&Co

But it's Lockwood finding out that his parents accident wasn't an accident

Yep, the edits could've been everything if they finished the show

[redrobin-detective]

Guys I'm so emotional thinking of Skull throughout the years.

Skull, who refused to die peacefully and almost died a second time because he finally found something worth dying for. Only to come back and get the chance to live the life he never got.

Imagine Skull as a proper member of Lockwood and Co, out of his jar and free to help solve mysteries and take down dangerous visitors. It's exhilarating and he feels so powerful with his colleagues side by side with him. He never stop giving the team shit and being overall kind of a grouch but no human or ghost ever comes close to them when their overprotective type three is around.

Skull is powerful enough that he's able to stick around even when other Visitors are slipping back to the Other Side. He clings with everything he's got to this life he's building. As the Problem dies down, new challenges arise: dating and marriages and babies. He officiates the Locklyle wedding to the confusion of most of the guests. Grumbles but is also secretly relieved he's not invited on the honeymoon. Makes silly faces at newborn babies from a ghost touch safe distance. He watches the various children like a hawk and tells wild made up stories when the parents aren't listening. He swears up and down he just got some ectoplasm in his eye when a child shows off a school made family tree with good ole Uncle Skully tucked into the corner.

Lockwood's bad shoulder gives him trouble, George has high blood pressure and Lucy finds she can't read a damn thing without glasses. They're well into middle age, greying, wrinkled and Skull loves them just the same. He's forever stuck in his mid-teens but he's fought beside and grown up with this amazing, stupid little group. Lucy asks him once if he ever thought about moving on and Skull truthfully tells her that he can't imagine doing so without them. He finds hobbies: he takes up painting, learns to drive, even helps George write a book detailing Visitors and the Other Side. He gives baking a go but things tend to go wrong when you can't taste what you're making.

It does get harder as they age quicker and Skull realizes how limited time is. One by one they go, peaceful and easy and buried with the highest honors as a nation mourns its heroes. He waits to see if any of them will come back, maybe spend a few decades causing mischief with him but they don't. They led full, fulfilling lives, unlike him, they had no reason to stick around. Lucy is the last, even as her mind is going her ears are still sharp as ever. He whispers to her she needs to eat, to take her medicines. She looks around blearily, asking who's talking to her.

He couldn't bear to see her when she passes. He's kept her stupid, stubborn, reckless ass safe for years but he can't save her from this. Nor would she want him to. He waits on the Other Side for her, hoping for even just a glimpses. Skull catches sight of her walking into the distance, she looks back at him and beckons him forward. He wasn't ready 200 years ago but now that he's lived a life as an agent, a fun uncle, an artist, a scholar and Lucy Carlyle-Lockwood's best mate. For the first time ever, he's able to take her hand and walk towards whatever lies in store for them.

The kids bury their mum with the now empty skull knowing that, their souls are together.

[skully-and-co]

Show! x Book! Lockwood & Co locklyle headcanon that I can't stop to think about (bcs I'm down bad for them and i miss them a whole lot)

So there's always a movie night every once in two weeks.

Usually they'd be in the living room, watching some 80s comedies or horrors while eating pies made by Holly or popcorns by George. Even Kipps would be there too, just lounging in a single chair drinking beer at 10 pm babysitting his 3 kids (Holly is basically a parent too at this point lol).

But then one day, at dinner, when everyone was discussing what movie they should watch, George suddenly announced that he wouldn't be able to watch with them together like usual. When they asked him why, he answered that Flo asked him to go see the Herons together bcs it's mating season or such, and he said yes.

Knowing that George decided not to show up at the movie night, Kipps and Holly also made up mischievous excuses on why they couldn't make it too.

Holly would say that she had a thing to do back in her apartment with her roommate. And Kipps would say that no way he's gonna babysit these two idiots in love alone.

So, at 9, they left, giggling and snickering like 5 year olds, knowing that the lovebirds gotta sort out the shits by themselves, bcs at this point they couldn't take it anymore to see them being in denial lol.

Despite that, Lockwood insisted on doing the movie night, bcs he apparently really craved to spend some time alone with his ✨ associate ✨

Lucy, as clueless as usual, eventually made them hot choco as Lockwood brought out the salted crisps from the shelf. Then, they sat quietly side by side on the sofa in the living room, turning the telly on.

Once every several minutes, they would ask each other if they would want some more choco or crisps. And their conversation that night was only based on their snacks or the movie's plot, bcs somehow they felt content with the silence.

Halfway through the movie, Lucy was getting sleepy but didn't want to admit it, and yet Lockwood still silently draped a warm cover over her, and drew her close to him, putting his arm around her shoulder.

Lucy, who was barely awake, didn't even care what he did as long as he kept both of them warm. So, when Lockwood finally heard her quietly snoring, he turned the telly off, then brought both their bodies together to fully lay down on the sofa.

His back pressed lightly on the sofa's backrest as his arms held Lucy tightly to his chest. She buried her face in the crook of his neck as he snuggled his cheek on her hair. He sighed contentedly and smiled to himself as he took in the scent of Lucy's shampoo.

The smell of fresh lemon on her hair, the warmth of hot choco in his stomach, and most importantly, the warmth of her body pressed against his chest as her relaxed heartbeat matched his own, were enough to convince him that that night was the best movie night he had ever experienced with anyone.

[fandomscraziness22]

kiss prompt: in grief, for locklyle!

very short one today! post empty grave but no spoilers (other than who Jessica is)

No matter how many times she tells Lockwood that she will be there for him and he can ask for anything, Lucy still finds herself unsure of how far to push on the anniversaries. For his parents, she can usually get him to spend a little time in the library with George and Holly and share stories.

But Jessica’s death day is harder for him. She suspects it’s because of his guilt, misplaced as it is. Lockwood will spend all day in his room staring at the wall if she lets him. So Lucy decides to join him.

She knocks on the door softly, and at his welcome she opens it. Lucy takes a moment to let her eyes adjust to the darkness, spotting Lockwood still under his covers in bed. Her heart breaks at the distant look on his face, knowing he’s probably stuck in memories.

Lucy pads softly to the bed and asks, “Can I join you?” Lockwood gives a half shrug, so she climbs in behind him, wrapping an arm over him and pulling his body to hers. She isn’t good at this, even after three years of being together, but she hopes she’s gotten a bit better at the very least.

Lockwood shudders in her arms, still turned away from her, but Lucy doesn’t make him talk or look at her. He likes to be alone with his grief, but she can be alone with him.

At his choked sob, Lucy drops a soft kiss into his hair and holds him tighter.

It doesn’t feel like it’s helping, but she can’t take away his pain, so all she can do is be there with him. Lucy continues to kiss him softly, run her fingers over his arm, and whisper into his ear, “She forgives you.”

Jessica smiles into the ether of the Other Side, glad her brother has someone like Lucy to take care of him.

send a ship and a kiss!

[oceanspray5]

I used to LOVE jelsa (jack frost/elsa) during the RotBFTD days and I still love that ship now. I was struck with an amazing locklyle headcanon so pls lemme know what you think of it:

AU where Lockwood is Jack and Lucy is Elsa.

Lockwood's parents died and he and Jess die a few years later cuz of something Lockwood does while playing against Jess's warning. Jessica tries to save him but they both ended up drowning in the lake (or something to that effect). Except Lockwood is revived as the spirit of winter. He doesn't know why he was "saved" and not Jessica when it was his fault she died. He concludes its his punishment for eternity is to go unseen and unheard by anyone. He's so very lonely and depressed but he has no one to turn to (i haven't decided who George is yet).

Meanwhile we have Lucy, youngest princess of a small kingdom ruled by dictators and frought with uprising. She is born with a gift that makes her monstrous to her family and they shut her away thinking it'll only harm their already horrible reputation.

There's two ways this AU can go:

1) Lucy grows up lonely and lost wishing she could have just one person who would understand what thats like. One day, locked in her room, Lockwood happens stumbles upon her window while also solitary and restless and stumbles upon her Perhaps its cuz they both want someone who understands them so badly that Lucy can see him and hear him and he can talk to her, but they finally find the one person in existence that makes their existence feel a little less bleak and a little more whole.

2) Lucy is forced to attend a ball or event of some sort that her family is trying to put on for show to appease the townsfolk and she can't avoid it. And one of her sisters provokes her into revealing her powers so the townspeople turn on her. The rest of the family use it as an opportunity to pretend they've been so busy "containing" Lucy all these years, it's why they've been unable to work on improving the conditions of the Kingdom. Lucy has to flee to save herself in a world she knows nothing about and she's being hunted and feeling worse than ever, feeling as equally cursed with her life as Lockwood does in his death.

They meet cuz Lockwood sees her running and, in the mood to cause some mischief, helps her out. She doesn't know he's there at first... But slowly she realizes something helped her escape and for the first time in his undead life Lockwood is seen by someone and Lucy is viewed as something other than a monster.

And then they realize they've both finally found a friend and maybe something more.

Anyway so... Thoughts? I'm so tempted to write something for this. Not a full AU, maybe just a oneshot? But the idea struck out of nowhere but I'd love to hear what you all think of the headcanon itself.

[ravenfrogsandco]

okay this thought just came to me out of nowhere but when they were really young locklyle!kid absolutely LOVED uncle george right but as they grow up it turns out their fave uncle/aunt is actually kipps and it drives lockwood and george absolutely insane (lucy finds it hilarious)

idk just the thought of kipps and locklyle!kid gossiping and drinking tea/coffee and fencing together and whenever locklyle!kid does something really stupid and reckless and is too scared to talk to lockwood and lucy they go to uncle kipps and kipps is just like "ffs you are just like your parents"

[strawberrycowgirly]

locklyle is percabeth coded. in this essay i will:

a trio: percy, annabeth, and grover. then lockwood, lucy, and george.

swords/rapiers, lockwood and lucy are both trained and really good at rapier, just like percy and annabeth are really good at swordplay

tall and slim dark haired boy with trauma (percy/lockwood)

tall girl with parental trauma and abandonment issues

they’re fighting monsters/ghosts, similar antagonists

slow burn, friends 2 lovers (i haven’t finished the lockwood and co books yet so don’t come at me w spoilers but still)

both couples are just kids!!!! 🙁

the girl leaves or almost leaves (lucy leaves l&c, and annabeth almost joined the hunters of artemis, and had to do the quest for athena in MOA by herself(similar but not the same)

funny and witty asf

just vibes. pjo has brought me so much joy from my lifelong love for it and i just recently got into l&c and am obsessed/ hyperfixated on it.

soulmates.

i can’t think of anything else rn i’m kinda tired 😴

[wellgoslowly]

HAPPY LOCKWOOD AND CO DAY EVERYONE

I may or may not be rewatching as I type this hehe. ANYWHOM I asked if I should do another locklyle analysis for the adaptation's first birthday and yall said yes!! so here we go: locklyle as sun and moon (idea courtesy of @queer-and-nerdy ).

ok ok so it would be pretty easy to say that lockwood is the sun and lucy is the moon upon first seeing the characters. I mean, lucy is relatively closed off and can be i guess kind of brooding at times, whereas lockwood is very charming and loves attention. but upon further examination, its clear that its actually the other way around: lockwood is the moon, and lucy is his sun.

yin and yang is a clear example of sun and moon being complete opposites but existing in perfect balance and harmony with each other. in the symbolism of yin and yang, the moon symbolizes adversities and obstacles. lockwood fits perfectly into that role. i mean, his sister died when he was young and his parents died when he was even younger. At face value in this comparison, you could say that he fits into the role of the moon because of everything that he's gone through in his life- all of his adversity and the various obstacles he's had to face. but when you're insane and autistic like i am, you realize that his connection to the role of the moon goes deeper. not only has he experienced tragedy, but he sees himself as a tragedy. he believes that he causes the death and/or pain of everyone he's ever loved. i mean, that's the canonical reason why he pushes everyone away and why he's so reckless- he believes that if he distances himself, then the people he loves are less likely to get hurt. He believes that if he risks his life, it will be ok because his loved ones will be safe and won't have to deal with this curse he's convinced himself that he has.

In contrast, the sun (lucy) symbolizes hope, "for even though a moon eclipse may block the sun's light, there is always a portion of the sun that shines through." as much of a cynic that lucy appears to be (and is), she ultimately still always has hope. when she was working with norrie in her hometown, she had hope that they'd be able to make it out of their town and make it big time in london. when norrie got ghost-locked and her team died, she was still able to harness enough hope to run away and try to make it on herself, even without her fourth grade. and even when she left at the end of the hollow boy, she had the hope and the conviction that allowed her to believe that she was doing the right thing and saving lockwood. cynical as she may be, lucy is filled to the brim with hope.

now, locklyle as the sun and moon begin to make so much more sense in this way. lucy's sun works to keep lockwood's moon grounded and frankly alive. she is the one who is determined to make him understand that he is still worthy of love despite everything that has happened to him. no matter how badly his depression is affecting him, she is still there to keep him grounded and force him to understand that whether he likes it or not, he has people who care about him.

lockwood's moon takes on the role of being determined to support her no matter what, just as the moon does for the sun. when lucy gets overwhelmed during a case or just during everyday life, lockwood is always there to balance her and to offer her support in any way she needs. he understands her without even needing to ask and always strives to be the best person he can be in supporting her, whether that means making her tea and making her toast during the morning or offering to leave a hired job because she's uncomfortable that night. he would do anything for her, just as the moon supports and balances the sun.

i think that this is really interesting for multiple reasons but ill give you two:

i love how they expand from your expectations. for a while i thought that lucy was the moon and lockwood was the sun, but they both stray from that expectation so much because of the added complexities that come from their backstories and their relationships with others, especially one another.

the sun is usually defined as a "masculine" energy, and the moon is defined as a "feminine" energy. I think its really interesting how they once again stray from the usual in this context.

ANYWHOM HAPPY ONE YEAR OF LOCKWOOD AND CO!!!! I'm gonna make a long sappy post before bed but i hope you guys like this little first birthday gift!!

@oblivious-idiot @ikeasupremacy @losticaruss @yveni @neewtmas @waitingforthesunrise @youmanynotrestnow @saltwaterburns @ravenous-rage @maraschinomerry @psychicbluebirdmiracle @uku-lelevillain @acecharmander @rainysaturdayafternoon @ettadear @thisgameissonintendo @impossibleclair @givemea-dam-break @krash-and-co @kazbrekkerfast wanted to tag some people that i thought might enjoy this hehe

[sugarcoats-and-heartbeats]

I finished watching Lockwood & Co.!! Alrighty, time for some random thoughts:

I take back my initial impression of Cameron Chapman. The teaser and the trailer didn't do him justice. He seemed stiff and unemotive there. But even in the first episode, he clearly has the range to portray Lockwood. See, I think the producers could have gone the easy way out and made Lockwood a Typical Brooding YA Hero, but they didn't. And it's so nice to see Lockwood's subtle shifts from infamy-obsessed, to caring employer, to slapdash planner, to I'm-kinda-besotted-with-Lucy, to suicidal, to 100-gigawatt smile. Like, they did that. They really did that.

I really really liked Lucy's extended backstory. Yes, they took out her five (or was it six?) sisters, but we got Norrie instead, and I quite liked the bond she and Lucy formed. I'm glad that she didn't outright die with the others, giving Lucy the opportunity to share her thoughts out loud when she's recording messages for Norrie.

I wasn't sure how I was gonna feel about George Karim, given that George Cubbins is such an iconic character. But I greatly warmed up to Ali's deadpan delivery of his lines. Also, that bit of backstory, "My parents had 4 children: engineer, engineer, engineer.... weirdo." That's what got me. I love him, lol.

Sooo, this might seem weird coming from a Locklyle shipper, but Locklyle was a bit too strong for me. One of the things I really liked about the series was that I was second-guessing myself whether there would even be any romance at all, and it wasn't until the end of Hollow Boy that I felt that possibility. I get that they're speeding things along, but I really appreciated Lucy's obtuseness when it came to romance in the books.

Ironically, I actually liked the way George K. and Flo warmed up to each other early. It was a sweet touch, especially considering how they both can be such grouches

Speaking of Flo, ngl I wasn't too taken in with her character in the books. She was simultaneously entertaining and irritating for me, but she never really went beyond the surface. So I really liked Hayley's more sympathetic portrayal of her. I don't know... she just felt more... human, I guess?

Inspector Barnes seems more strict and serious here in the show. I remember him being quite gruff in the books, in a kinda comical way. But I understand why they needed someone to really apply some pressure.

Are they trying to shoehorn a Lucy/Kipps romance???!!!! Please, no!!!

So... Skully... I wish they'd retained his sassier, snarkier personality from the books, but I can understand why they wanted to make him more serious and spooky.

It might just be me binge-watching the entire series, but nearing the end of episode 6, I felt like the pacing started to go off the rails. That said, The Whispering Skull is my least reread book of the series, so maybe I just have to refresh my memory. Like, I really loved the plot twist about George not wearing his glasses when looking into the mirror, and they changed that here.

Also it might just be that Lucy's crisp, strong voice really carried through the quieter moments in the books. We don't get to hear all her snarky thoughts, so maybe that's why I was feeling off about some scenes.

Left-handed Kate Godwin!!

Oh boy, I can't believe Golden Blade brought a gun to a rapier fight.

Okay I think that's the extent of my thoughts for now. Time to dive into the tags!!!!