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bloodcanbehot · 1 year

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I Wish You Would

(gotta keep that Taylor Swift theme)

Anthony Lockwood x f!reader

Content: Angst? Fluff? Touched starved Lockwood

Warnings: Mention of blood and wounds, also some curse words (I think)

Characters: Anthony Lockwood and (y/n) Kipps. (Lucy Carlyle and Quill Kipps also appear)

Word count: 1.083

A/N: Exactly two people told me to post it, and that was enough (I'm literally about to enter to an online class while typing this). Chronology speaking, this goes BEFORE their first kiss but I'm a dumbass and forgot to post this one first, hope you like it

(I'll attach their first kiss here)

“Where were you?” Quill asked, seeing both Lockwood and (y/n) walk in with dirt on their faces and hair. As soon as he spoke, his sister’s face told him to not speak, unless he wanted to die.

“We’re fine!” (y/n) said, grabbing Lockwood by the arm and walking to the kitchen.

“You guys don’t look-” Lucy started, but the slamming of the door cut her off.

“Sit”

“I’m not your dog”

“And I don’t care” (y/n) said, pointing at the kitchen chair “sit down”

Lockwood did as she said, even though he didn’t want to. (y/n) started taking out items from the first aid kit, slamming them on the table as she cursed.

“I cannot fucking believe you” she said “seriously, why is it so hard for you to take care of yourself while we’re out on a case?” (y/n) asked, soaking a small piece of cotton with disinfectant. She grabbed Lockwood’s arm, forcefully moving the sleeve of his dress shirt up to see his cut better.

“(y/n) I-” Lockwood started, hissing when the cotton made contact with the cut on his arm.

“This might hurt” (y/n) said, after hearing him hissing, a smirk on her face.

“Okay” Lockwood said “I deserved that”

“You deserve more” (y/n) said “actually, you don’t even deserve me doing this for you, should I just tell my brother to do it, so you suffer a bit more?” she questioned, sarcasm all over her voice.

“(y/n)-”

“You know, when Luce told me you were reckless, I thought 'well, he's certainly not stupid' guess I was wrong!” she grabbed one of the big band aids and covered his cut.

“(y/n) I’m sorry, okay?” he said “this wasn’t reckless, I had a plan, it just didn’t work”

“Wow, what a surprise”

“I didn’t know the golden blade was gonna be there!”

“The what?” (y/n) stood up, forgetting about his other cuts.

“Last year we encountered him” Lockwood explained “we think he somehow works for Penelope Fittes-”

“My boss?”

“Yes” Lockwood nodded “he tried to steal the bone glass from Lucy and I” he explained “he’s also the one who shot me” he grabbed her hand “you have to believe me”

(y/n) looked at his eyes, processing what he had said in silence, enough to make Lockwood panic, the hold on her hand tightening.

“I… I believe you” she said, sitting back down. She wasn’t gonna lie, she always felt a weird vibe from the woman, or the entire agency for that matter. And she didn’t think Lockwood would lie to her.

He sighed in relief “Thank you (y/n)-”

“What I also believe” she started, letting go of his hand and grabbing a new cotton piece “is that your other cuts need to be taken care of” she said “specially this one” she tapped slightly the cut on his forehead, making him hiss again “I thought you were good at fencing?”

“I am” Lockwood shot back “I was just… surprised”

“Your blood says otherwise” (y/n) replied “now, lean closer so I can help”

Lockwood only nodded and whispered a small ‘yes’, letting her do the work and leaning closer as she instructed. As she leaned in, she quickly realized how her back was going to kill her if she did that, so she grabbed her chair and dragged it a bit closer to his, eventually ending up with her thigh in the middle of his thighs.

Lockwood chuckled “you might as well sit on my lap if you-”

“Shut up or I’ll do it” she cut him off with a smile.

He smirked “be my guest”

She ignored him, grabbing the back of his head to steady it as she disinfected the cut across his forehead. She was focused, focused on cleaning the blood and figuring out which bandage to use, but Lockwood’s wandering hands on her knee were distracting her.

It started with his fingers, slowly tapping her knee, barely noticeable, and she wouldn’t have known if he hadn’t kept going at it. His fingers slid across her knee and (y/n) made her best to ignore it, but as she stood up to change the cotton piece, he pushed her leg open, causing her to fall on his lap.

“That’s better” he said, smirk on his lips again.

“Lockwood-”

“Please” he said, voice so quiet she barely heard him.

She looked at his eyes, and for one moment she saw his mask crack. His dark circles and clenched jaw showed her how tired and stressed he was. She couldn’t even imagine how much his muscles ached after the fight, let alone the throbbing of the multiple cuts on his skin.

“Fine” she whispered, not trusting her own voice with the feeling of his hands on her waist.

She kept doing her thing in silence and he just watched her, tracing small circles on her sides with his thumbs. (y/n) just wanted to close her eyes and enjoy it, enjoy his touch on her skin and wish she could feel it for longer, to forget about the case, the fight, everything. She wanted to focus on him and him only.

“There” she said, breaking whatever spell was between them. She grabbed his chin, angling his face to admire the, now taken care of, cut “you’ll live”

He chuckled, smiling truthfully for the first time that night, or since (y/n) knew him, she didn’t care. She liked the small glow on his face.

They locked eyes, the blanket of silence settling on them again. (y/n)’s fingers slid across his chin towards his jaw, making him close his eyes and just enjoy her touch. His hands started moving up her waist, slowly, also making her want to close her eyes and enjoy, but she still leaned forward, closer and closer to him.

He felt it, the weight shift on his lap, some of her curly locks tickling his shoulders.

She could feel their lips almost touching.

The door opened, making her open her eyes wide and snap her neck so hard she wondered if this is how she was going to die. That would be better than the image she saw.

Both Lucy and her brother were standing at the doorstep. (y/n) stumbled off Lockwood’s lap, feeling his hands fly away from her and almost fell. Chair and all.

She gripped the thinking cloth “I was tending his cut” she stupidly said.

She could feel how Quill resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose as she looked at him.

“You sure were”

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A/N: I feel like this scene and the other one are pretty similar, so if I do write the fanfic I'll change it, but let me know what you think! (Again, be nice)

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shadowbriar · 10 months

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Anthony Lockwood - If You’re Going to Break My Heart

Pairing : Anthony Lockwood x (she/her) TouchGifted!Reader Word Count : 5.8k. Warning : Blood. Minor character’s death. Panic attack. Possible OOC as I haven’t read the books. Angst, don’t sue me. Synopsis : The ambition they’ve nurtured for years finally start to create a space between them, straining their relationship that turns what once were friends into colleagues. Notes : Part II of I Love You So. I recommend listening to Inhaler - If You’re Gonna Break My Heart while reading. Thank you for giving the fic so much love and support, please don’t hate me as you reach the end of this fic. If you like this story and would like to support me, please visit my kofi page and perhaps get me a coffee?☕ Taglist: strikethrough means I couldn’t tag you. @nessa-stark @navznak28 @gwnwrites @archiveoftara @superpositvecloudshipper @cassiopeiia24 @wordsarelife @mellowarcadefun @ajordan2020 @a-candle-maker @obsessed-female @rambles-fanfic-trove @yokolesbianism

↞ I Love You So

“Anthony, I don’t like this.”

Lockwood drops his bag, carefully letting the sack fall off his shoulder. The heavy chain rattled as it came in contact with the ground. Her worried eyes tingles his heart, as if he couldn’t decide if he should be delighted to see how adorable she is right now or to take her worry seriously. She does have the tendency to be apprehensive at times.

She continues to express her worry but her words blur as if he was listening underwater. His brain was working itself hard to comprehend her sentences, to process whatever it is she was trying to tell him, and though he feels it in his heart that he knew what she wants and what she was saying, he still couldn’t compute the words she utters.

“We’ll be fine,” He finds himself says, mouth moving as if it has its own mind “We’ve been through this a hundred times, we’ll be alright. I promise to keep you safe.”

Her brows were still pinched, a small frown of disagreement displayed, but she remained quiet. Slowly yielding to his words and nodding in approval. She takes his hand, interlocking their fingers and guiding him inside the mansion.

Lockwood could see all the glowing traces on the floor as soon as they stepped in. He took out his rapier, ready to fight whatever is to come their direction. His breathing was getting shallow as fear started to crawl on his skin. Lockwood scrunches his nose, muttering to himself, everything will be alright.

But as he takes a step further, the sound of Lucy wailing in pain greets him. He turns to the source of sound, seeing Lucy kneeling and crying as she covers her ears with her hands.

Then another scream was heard. George was fighting ghosts just a few feet in front of him. Lockwood feels as though his feet were melting to the ground, unable to provide aid to any of his best friends, watching in horror as George fights for his life.

“Anthony,”

Now he turns to his right. She was sitting on the floor, leaning on the door frame with blood pooling around her. Her shirt was stained red. Her face is pale, gleaming from the sweat that is lacing her skin. Her right hand moves to his direction as if she was reaching for him. A futile attempt to eliminate their distance.

“No..” Lockwood mutters as panic sinks in “I’m coming. Stay with me, please, I’m coming!”

As he tries to reach her, a swarm of ghosts comes to his direction. He tries to fight them off, swinging his rapier in every direction as they just seem to be coming from everywhere. Lucy’s wail, George’s scream of help, and her trembling calls of his name become louder with each fought ghost. He wasn’t sure if he could save all of them, or any of them in that matter, but he would certainly die trying than to give in.

With the last breath of energy left in him, Lockwood drops to his knees and crawls to her. He reaches for her face, gently rubbing her cheeks to gain her attention but her eyes are vacant. Staring at him without a blink.

“No, no..” He chokes, crying and calling her name “Please, come back. I’m right here, please— I’m— Look at me, please. Hey, it’s me! It’s Anthony!”

Her still warm body was limp inside his embrace. He cries for her, screaming her name in hope that it would wake her somehow. His white shirt is now soaked red, marked by her blood.

Come back.

Please.

Lockwood jolts up from his bed, drenched in his own sweat as he tries to process his surroundings. His bedroom was dark, lit dimly by a candle by the wooden table. He lets out a relieved sigh, rubbing his eyes away from his own tears. This would be the third nightmare this week.

He peels off the blanket that was enveloping his body and puts his feet down from the bed. Lockwood stares on his bedside table. A new picture from earlier that day was framed and stood proudly. He was smiling, holding the most unattractive cake that George insists is a masterpiece while standing on his right, Lucy on his left. They were smiling brighter than the sun. They looked happy, whatever that word means these days, and truth be told he felt happy too then, but everyone could see the darker hue under his eyes and how dull his smile is compared to his best mates. This birthday was hollow.

It was his first birthday without her.

Lockwood stood from his bed and walked out of his room, finding himself gravitating to where she used to stay. He turns the door knob gently, as if afraid he would wake up anyone sleeping inside the vacant room, wincing as the door makes a creaking noise. He studies the room and pictures where her belongings used to be. He remembers the scattered jewelleries on the table, the pieces of chocolate wrappings by the bin, and the clothes hung behind the door.

He walks closer to the bed, resting his hand on the mattress and pretending to feel her lingering warmth. The scent of her sweet perfume that is now gone. Their pictures that used to decorate the walls were missing, leaving torn marks on the wall paint.

He let himself lay on the mattress. His eyes glued on the ceiling, thinking and imagining what she might be doing right now. Is she asleep? Is she caught in a book and lost track of time reading? Is she brewing a pot of hot tea to help ease her mind? Is she thinking of him the way he’s thinking of her?

The boy rests an arm over his eyes. He let out a long defeated sigh. There’s no one he could share his burden with now. No one would understand what he’s going through. Even if he tries to talk to someone, he knew that he could never be as transparent to a soul as he was with her. The weight that has been suffocating him gets worse each night and Lockwood wasn’t sure how long he could keep his feigned persona.

Please, come back.

—-

Lockwood knew that the job would have some complications. There was no way that the Prime Minister would only hire their agency for such a gallant event. The Ball was too important to be guarded just by three teenagers. No matter how proficient Lockwood would think his colleagues are, securing such a prestigious function would require more than a handful of elite agents.

“Kipps,” Lockwood greets as they enter the hall “Fancy seeing you here.”

Kipps smiled amusedly, turning to face the younger boy with such glee that it alarms him, “Dare I say that I’m glad to see you here, Lockwood.”

Lockwood shows a thin smile.

This job was a rather different mission than the ones they’ve done before. Instead of cleaning a mansion or securing a relic, the team was tasked to maintain the stability of the government’s event. With the ghost epidemic persisting and countries collapsing, the government is planning to hold an evening party to gather the powerful men and women from different countries to talk about their economic alliances. A couple of days ago, the government officials received intel that a certain group of radicals were planning to crash the Ball by releasing sources. Security has tightened since and there have been no troubles found so far yet one could never be too secure for such a paramount event.

“I heard you’ve been getting back on track, retrieving more sources and regaining attention at the agency.” Lockwood said, pretending to be interested in Kipps “Did you finally take that fencing lesson I told you about? How did it feel learning to properly hold a rapier with 6-7 years olds?”

Kipps smirked. The kind of smirk that says ‘I know something you don’t’ and it edges Lockwood to the bone. He hates not knowing about things that might cause him a disadvantage. Sure that their teams are now playing for the same flag, that they’re mates instead of rivals for the upcoming task, but he couldn't stop himself from thinking that this is a competition still.

Lockwood’s mind was abruptly distracted when he thought he heard a familiar voice. He turns to the source, eyes softened when he sees her, talking to some officials. Her hair was styled differently and the stark difference of appearance she has now wearing Fittes uniform was rather nauseating but no matter how peculiar she looks right now, Lockwood couldn’t help but to feel delighted to see her.

“Ah, there she is!” Kipps says, clapping his hand with a big smile as he calls for her “Lockwood, have you met my newest member?”

His grip on the rapier tightened. Kipps is evidently rubbing it on his face now, holding her by her shoulders just like he did when they met at the grocery store months ago. Lockwood forces the corner of his lips to tug into a smile, trying to collect himself and avert his focus to her.

“Anthony,” She greets with a smile “I knew you would be here.”

Lockwood nods, a little bit too stiff that it made her gaze softened as if she was apologising for something he couldn’t tell. His mind was split in two, torn between feeling overjoyed on seeing her and wanting to punch Kipps’ face. He forced a smile at her, trying his best to ignore Kipps’ presence, “How have you been?”

“Great. Where are Lucy and George?”

As if on cue, a piercing squeal was heard behind them. George and Lucy were now running toward her, pulling her into a rib crushing embrace. The trio looked like a group of children returning to their kindergarten class after a spring break.

Lockwood smiles at the sight. This was what normal is for him. To see her with George and Lucy, talking and laughing as if the world was nothing but a background noise. She looks radiant. Her beaming smile etched on her face, cheeks flushed from the giddiness. She looks beautiful.

“So to answer your question,” Kipps says, making Lockwood to glare at his direction “Yes, I did take fencing lessons, and no, it was not with 6-7 years olds. I rather like this fencing partner of mine, actually.”

—-

Trying to keep his focus is evidently impossible with her standing next to Kipps now. Lockwood knew that today’s briefing was important. That the officials are telling them the rundown of the party, vital exit points, and more confidential information about the intel, but what exactly can one do when the person he’s missed the most is standing by his sworn enemy? Besides, Lockwood’s certain that George is noting everything down, they could surely just go over this back home.

“Don’t do it.” Lucy says as she glances at Lockwood.

“Don’t do what?” He questions, not moving his gaze from them.

“Whatever it is you’re planning to do, Lockwood, I’m warning you, don’t.” She says with more firmness “We’re working on the same team now. Kipps isn’t your enemy.”

Lockwood snorts, “Like hell he’s not.”

Lucy rolls her eyes. Arguing with Lockwood while the cause of his fury is still in the room would be pointless. His lips were in a thin line, murderous eyes locked on Kipps who was still talking to her, discussing their plan for the job. For anyone else the two of them would look like nothing but a pair of elite agents who are only doing their job, but for someone blinded with jealousy, a certain way of Kipps’ gaze already set Lockwood’s skin ablaze.

Time feels like it passes by much slower in this hall. Lockwood swears that it’s been forever, that Kipps has been whispering and making her smile forever. He knew that the two are close, hardly half as close as they were, sure, but she’s always been good friends with him. Even back at the academy, Lockwood had always seen Kipps as a rival since day one.

And no, this goes further than just the fencing thing.

But in the end, she would always come for him first. Lockwood would be the first person she would tell her day to, the first she would share the pastries she bought from the new bakery around the corner, the first she would come to practise her rapier skills with. Now it looks like Kipps has dethroned him from such a position.

“You’re going to lose her completely if you let jealousy cloud your mind.” Lucy warns “They’re just doing their job.”

Lockwood turns to Lucy, looking offended, “Mind you, I am not jealous.”

“Like hell you’re not.” She says, repeating his own words.

“Shut up, Luce.” He retorts “Listen to the officials.”

“Lockwood, I’m serious.” Lucy says, this time pulling his arm with firm warning “Your jealousy is bleeding right out and if you’re not careful, you’ll only push her further and remove herself entirely from your life.”

He remains quiet, looking at Lucy with unsure eyes.

Lucy sighs, letting go of his arm, “Don’t overthink it. They’re just friends.”

His lips were itching to spit more arguments but Lockwood gave in and nodded instead. He tries to avert his mind by asking George to give him a recap, telling him pointers of the crucial information he missed from trying to murder Kipps with his stare.

The job was simple. Come to the Ball, make sure no ghosts were released from the supposed source attack, fight whatever party that might be in their opposition, then go home with a check big enough to feed them for the whole year. A big fish for a rather simple task, Lockwood notes.

Lockwood could already see the list of activities his friends would do once they finished the job. Perhaps a week off for everyone to go enjoy their well deserving reward is due. Lucy has been wanting to visit her friend Norrie and it’s been a while since George went to see his Grandmother in Sidcup. And him? What would he do to fill in a full seven days of no work?

It would’ve been much easier to make notes of all the brilliant activities to do if she was still in the team. He could go and visit her family, it’s been some time since he met her parents. Or maybe they could go somewhere new, jump on the train and visit cities, perhaps countries. Or even just staying at home and listening to her favourite records echoing through the walls of 35 Portland Row. All things would be pleasant so long as he gets to do it with her.

He wondered what she would do with her share. Maybe she would use it to get herself a new rapier. A fancy one where she could have her initials engraved on it. Or maybe she would use it to buy new paint and canvas, she does have a talent in such art. Or maybe she would go and visit all the museums and libraries in town. She loves going to such institutions. Lockwood remembers the first time they went to the National Gallery, how fascinated she was with all the pieces though he would argue that none of the works displayed is half as magnificent as she is.

But now that he thinks about it, Lockwood couldn’t help but to have her words echoed in his head. When was the last time she painted? When was the last time they went to the museum? When was the last time they went to a library just to lend some overrated novel?

I don’t know anything about you outside of work anymore.

Lockwood slowly looks up, painfully looking back at her and Kipps who are now scribbling some notes on the clipping board he was holding for her. That used to be their thing. Even with George in the team, he would often brainstorm ideas with her first, him holding the notebook and her holding two pens with different colours— black for him and blue for her. Seeing her do it with Kipps now torments him to say the least.

What I want you cannot give, Anthony.

—-

Lockwood’s shoulders stiffened as he watched her approaching. Her gentle smile was present but for the first time in his life, instead of feeling comforted, Lockwood feels intimidated. The sight of her and Kipps still burns in the back of his head and his realisation of how much he’s lost her is something that he’s still trying to process.

“Hi,” She greets “Where’s George and Lucy?”

“Having a stroll around. George wanted to get a better idea of the building and you know Lucy had to make sure he didn’t wander too far away.”

She nods, “Why didn’t you come with them?”

Because I wanted to talk to you, he thought, but instead Lockwood only shrugs, “Just needed some peace for myself.”

“Oh, I’ll leave you—.”

“No,” He says fast, taking her wrist before she could leave “Please, stay.”

She looks down to his grip, taking a shaky breath before slowly peeling his fingers off of her. Lockwood swears that the day just keeps on getting worse and worse for him. But she stayed by his side, not leaving. Standing still as she looks everywhere but him. God knows what she’s thinking now.

Lockwood blinks to try and process the unfamiliar situation. His heart was crushed, worse than the state he’s been in and he thought he was already broken. It’s as if he could finally feel the distance she’s been talking about. The invisible space between them that he didn’t realise was present until it’s too late to close it. The wall that’s separating them is too high to be climbed now.

“Happy birthday, by the way,” She breaks the silence, reaching into her back pocket and still not meeting his eyes “I got you this. It’s nothing much, just a postcard I got when I went out of town. I should’ve sent it but I didn’t have the time, sorry.”

He took it gratefully, a genuine smile blooming on his face, ”You went to Liverpool?”

“Yeah, with Quill. We had a mission there for a couple days.”

“I see.”

Lockwood’s lips are on a tight line now. Just how blessed he is today, indeed.

“I’m sorry I didn’t call for your birthday.” She says again “I wanted to, but I thought it would wiser for me not to.”

“Why not?”

“People don’t call their ex-employer and tell them happy birthday, Anthony.”

Ex-employer. Anthony thought he knew heartbreak until he heard the word come out of her lips. All these years of friendship, affection and tenderness shared with each other, reduced to such improper status. Whatever chance he thought he had to fix their relationship, Lockwood knew that it’s all gone into mere specks of dust now.

She finally looks up to him, realising the hurtful words she’s just uttered. It didn’t feel as horrible in her head but having to hear it herself she couldn’t help but wanting to slap herself. Since when has their relationship turned into who could hurt the other most?

“Anthony—,”

“No, I get it.” He cuts, nodding and feigning a smile “I’m glad you found an agency that could better appreciate your talents.”

Her expression softened, feeling guilt to weigh more on her shoulders.

“I know this would be wrong of me as your ex-employer to ask,” Lockwood says, his voice trembling as he tries to bottle his emotions “But can I please hug you?”

She winces at his use of words, how unsure he was with his question when they used to pull each other for warm embraces with bright smiles on their faces. She runs to him with open arms, pulling him close as if she needed the hug herself.

Lockwood could feel his body practically melting into her touch, the way his aching muscles finally relaxed as the familiar embrace was finally engulfing him once more, but his heart was heavier than before. If he thought he lost her the night she gave him her resignation letter, he was certainly proven wrong. This hug feels like the bitter slap of reality. That he was the only one crumbling, that he was the only one breaking, that he was the only one suffering from their separation.

And farewell tastes even bitter now.

—-

A couple of weeks have passed since the Ball meeting. A couple of weeks have passed since he last saw her. A couple of weeks have passed since Lockwood’s started to live his life as half a dead man. He’s been busy with other missions, trying to satisfy as many clients as possible and it’s looking pretty neat to say the least. Just don’t look too closely at him. You’d notice how he’s slowly slipping out of his mind if you do.

Just reckless enough, Lockwood chants in his head every time he’s working on the field. Holding onto the warnings George gives and all the ever so friendly scolds from Lucy. But even with as much reminder and support the two could give, it would never be enough to fill in the void in his heart.

Just reckless enough, Lockwood repeats to himself. Turning those three words into a prayer somehow as he’s slowly losing his grip. The only time he would brush the thought of her under the rug would be when his rapier is out, trying to fight for his life, trusting his instinct to swing the weapon against whatever trouble he’s come across, be it in the flesh or ectoplasm.

Just reckless enough, Lockwood muttered quietly as he tried to keep his focus. His shoulders were heavier by a thousand folds. The sight of that innocent man caught in the crossfire between him and some relic thugs tonight haunts him. How that poor man fell to the ground as Lockwood tries to flee from the scene, unintentionally using the man’s body as a shield from the bullets shot in his direction.

Now his feet were wobbly, trying their best to support him as he followed George and Lucy from behind, walking to 35 Portland Row with a heavy heart. No words were exchanged on the drive home and no matter how worried Lucy’s eyes stare into him, he knew that she’s seething inside.

“You two go first,” Lockwood says, making the two stop their pace and stare at him with confused eyes “I have somewhere to be.”

George could hear the exasperated sigh Lucy let out and with one unsure smile, he took the source from Lucy’s hands and entered their home. Better to secure the relic from the upcoming war between the two, he thought.

“Lockwood,” Lucy starts “Not tonight.”

HIs lips pursed. Cursing that if Lucy’s talents were listening and touch, why is it that it’s so easy for her to read him like an open book?

“You need to rest.” She says again “ You can visit her tomorrow morning.”

“I need to see her tonight.” Lockwood whispers, his tone begging “I think I’m losing my mind, Luce.”

Lucy remains quiet, her expression softened as she stares into his vulnerable state.

“I killed him.” He says, voice breaking and eyes brimming with tears “I don’t know why I couldn’t just stop and think straight lately. All I could think about is finishing as many jobs, retrieving as many sources as possible, all in an effort to bury her, to have a minute of peace without her ghost haunting my mind.”

Lockwood’s last words came out barely as a whisper. His whole body shudders, closing his eyes so he wouldn’t have to see that pitiful look on Lucy’s face. He didn’t hear her approaching but he could certainly feel her arms embracing him, trying to calm him down in the middle of the road. It was soothing, the kind of warmth that would keep you sane for the time being, but no matter how tight Lucy holds him tonight, she knew that her friendly gesture wouldn’t piece his sanity back together.

I need to see her.

—-

The tapping of raindrops to her window pane was soothing. A cup of freshly brewed tea, her favourite cardigan hanging loose on her shoulders, and a half read book in her hand. The night was peaceful for her. After a long week of complicated tasks, working with Kipps’ elite squad, such serenity is surely what she needs.

But her comfort was abruptly interrupted at the ringing of her doorbell. Whoever the guest was, they're surely impatient enough to not wait for another second to press on the bell whilst banging on her door at the same time.

She clicks her tongue, frowning at the disturbance. She places her book down, “Coming!”

Perhaps her guest has trouble hearing because even though the trip from her kitchen to the front door didn’t even reach a minute, the person was still banging on her door loudly. At this point she was sure the rain hardly dampened the loud noise they were making.

“Good Lord, I said I’m coming!” She says angrily as she opens the door.

She certainly didn’t expect her guest to be him. He was standing by the door, drenched so wet from the rain that you can see his shirt clung tight to his skin. His eyes were reflecting the emotional and physical fatigue he’s in. His shoulders defeated, chin hung low as if he’s a second away from passing out.

“Anthony—,”

The boy gave into her and pulled her for a tight embrace, melting into her like butter on a pan. He hugs her close, burying his face to the crook of her neck. Her body warmth was so comforting. After all these painful months, Lockwood finally feels like he’s home.

The boy hasn’t spoken a word but she knew that something had happened. Something so bad that it shook the façade he held so strongly to the ground. It was one of those moments when you just knew. Like a silent secret connection you share with someone special. Because otherwise, there would be no chance in hell that Anthony John Lockwood would go all the way to her flat in the middle of the night when it is raining cats and dogs.

“Please tell me you’re here.” He whispers.

“I’m here.”

And just like that all hell broke loose for Lockwood. His breathing is now shallow, chest tight as if he was being drowned in a lake. His embrace on her loosen. His feet weakened, making him fall to his knees. His demons have finally caught him.

“Anthony, breath.” She says gently, kneeling to level with him “Breath with me, okay? Follow my counts.”

“I killed a man.” He chokes “I didn’t mean to— He sacrificed himself— I should’ve gone to Barnes— I can’t breathe.”

She tries to peel herself from him, to try and assess his condition better, but the moment she tries to pull away, Lockwood only tightens his hold of her.

“Anthony, you need to let me go.” She whispers gently “Let me help you breathe, please, Love.”

Reluctantly, Lockwood loosens his embrace and lets her pull away. His hands are now busy pulling his tie and opening the first few buttons of his drenched shirt. His mind was frantic. Never has he ever had such an episode before.

She begins to count, helping him steady his breathing. Five seconds in, five seconds out. Then four seconds in, seven seconds hold, eight seconds out with a whoosh. Once his breathing starts to get better, she asks him light questions. Five things he could see, four things he could touch, three things he could hear, two things he could smell, and one thing he could taste.

“I can smell tea.” He says between his pants “Are you making tea?”

She let out a small chuckle, relieved, “I did make tea. Would you like some?”

Lockwood nods.

“Let’s fix you a cup then.”

—-

Lockwood could feel his brain waking up, his senses coming alive as he smelled her sweet scent and felt the pressure of her body on his arms. He smiles. Sure they've cuddled more than one could possibly count, but never have they felt as intimate as now. Their bodies were pressed to each other, her head tucked close to his chest, and her arms securely encircling his waist. It was as if he could feel her radiating the kind of love he's been desperate about.

“Good morning.” She greets, he could tell that she’s smiling sweetly without opening his eyes “I know you’re awake.”

“I most certainly am not.”

“Then how can we converse now if you’re still asleep?”

Lockwood pulls her closer, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Alright, you’re breaking my ribs now.” She says with a chuckle “I have to run to the bakery and get us some food. You didn’t eat anything last night, you must be starving.”

“I’m fine.”

She clicked her tongue in disapproval, “Come on, Anthony, wake up.”

“Can’t I sleep for a few more minutes?” He asks, finally opening his eyes to see that her face was mere inches from him.

Lockwood gulps. She was staring at him tenderly. As if she missed him as much as he missed her. The corner of her lips were curved upward, making her look ever so beautiful. Even in the morning, perhaps especially in the morning, she looks the most stunning with her tangled hair and lazy sleepy eyes. A sight he would never get enough of.

“I’m gonna do something,” He whispers to her “If you don’t like it you can deck me later but please do it gently.”

Her brows knitted, smiling at his half spoken words.

With a loud beating of his heart, Lockwood leans closer to her, sealing their lips for a few seconds in a chaste kiss. It was an innocent one. The kind you give to your lover when you want them to know just how much you appreciate them and that is all he wanted to do. To tell her that he appreciates her, with a gesture that he hopes would explain better than words could ever do. All he wants to do now is just to let her know that.

Lockwood opens his eyes nervously, scared to see her negative reaction but to his luck, he could only see her smiling back at him. Like she accepted his message and is returning the feelings for him.

“Alright, you deserve a few more minutes of sleep for that.”

He chuckles, pulling her back for another tight embrace.

“Anthony, I really need to get us some food.” She protests “You need to let me go.”

“Stop wiggling.”

“Then let me go.”

Lockwood groans but let go of her anyway. His brows furrowed in disapproval, lips pursed in an annoyed frown, and despite his growing disappointment that she won’t be joining his quick extra nap, he knew that she has a tight schedule for the day and keeping her late for her breakfast wouldn’t be the wisest thing to do.

She lets out a satisfied sigh, sitting on the edge of the bed before looking back at his sleepy self, “Promise me you’ll still be here when I’m back.”

Lockwood nods and hums in agreement. His hand searches for hers, still with his eyes closed, and plants a kiss on the back of her hand. He caresses it with his thumb before letting go gently, “I won’t go anywhere.”

If only Lockwood would open his eyes for a minute, he would’ve seen the bright smile on her face. How her cheeks were flushed and the lovestruck eyes she has for him. But he was busy trying to recompose himself. What he did just now has certainly burned all their bridges to the ground. He has never been this bold, never that fearless and taking the leap of faith for their relationship, and yet he did. He needs to process this before he could see her again.

How the universe seemed to have aligned their stars together now.

Lockwood heard the soft click of the front door closing when she left. He finds it hard to fall back to sleep now from all the adrenaline rush. His lips were still curved in a satisfied smile. He feels giddy. Like his body was supercharged and he could conquer the world now. Funny how she could turn his world upside down just with a snap of her fingers.

He now finds himself getting up from the bed and looking around her flat. He could see the pictures that were glued to the walls of her room in 35 Portland Row now decorating the sitting room. Even when she doesn’t live with him anymore, it soothes him to know that she brought a piece of their home wherever she goes.

He heard the front door knob twisting, turning to see it with a happy smile, “That was fast.”

But the happy face was soon slapped off of his face as he stared at the man standing. Kipps were mirroring his confused look, staring at each other with the silent question: what are you doing here?

And then it dawned in him. Lockwood looks down to the shirt he’s wearing, the one she let him borrow to get out of his soaked clothings. The plain white shirt that fits him right but is certainly oversized for her. Why would she have a men’s shirt?

“Kipps,” Lockwood greets with a lump growing on his throat “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

“The same could be said for you.” Kipps said, his tone unsure but his usual smirk was decorating his face “Is she here?”

“She went to the bakery.”

Kipps nods, giving him an ‘ah’.

Lockwood bites the inside of his cheek so hard that he could feel the foul taste of blood from it. He should’ve known better. Why didn’t he think about it before? Why didn’t he see it? How could he forget that she was no longer his? Hell, she was never his to begin with.

“I, uh, I just remembered I have some things to sort out.” Lockwood says as he shuffles to gather his belongings.

“You’re going?” Kipps asks “Aren’t you going to wait for her first?”

“No,” He says, shaking his head “It’s something about work. Rather urgent, actually. She’ll understand.”

Kipps frowns, knowing that she would certainly not understand but nods anyway, “Right.”

With a forced smile, Lockwood pats on Kipps’ shoulder and finds himself out of her flat. He could feel his heart getting heavier with each step further from her. Like his heart was left there, on her bed, the moment he promised to wait for her to return. But what exactly could he do? He knew his place, even when he'd forgotten about it last night. He forgot and he was made to remember. She was no longer his.

She was Kipps’.

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HE WAS AWAKE?!

synopsis - Someone who's to stubborn finally asks for help but also gets a love confession in their "sleep"

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request - No

Word Count - 1.1k

Speak Ali! - This was full impulse don't expect anymore out of me- (do expect more out of me) Unless i feel like it. But I might not- Who knows honestly. Please send in request!! I am only accepting Lockwood right now, sorry :(

HE WAS AWAKE?! Pt.2

Lockwood barley asks for help,

And we all know it. He's an idiot who thinks he can do everything alone, no matter what. Me, George, And Lucy are always his anchors, we keep him from doing the stupidest shit, even if that means distracting him in less than ideal ways. Like aggressive flirting, just to let Lucy steal a case file. But we still get it done.

So when Anthony Lockwood himself knocked on my door at 2 in the morning with the most exhausted look on his face, let's just say I was more than concerned.

I was changing out of my ‘work’ shirt to put on an undershirt to fall asleep in. I'd been working on a new flare design all night and the shirt I was originally going to go to bed in had ash and grease all over it. when I heard a knock on the door. There he was my roommate, Employer, and “crush”, Anthony Lockwood. “Ant, what's up?- It's 2:36 in the morning, I was about to get in bed-”

His face screamed tired, his eye bags were deeper than normal and his hands were playing with the seam of his pajama pants pocket, like he does when he's nervous.

“I-” He whispered as if he was hesitant to ask in the first place. ”I can't sleep and I always sleep best when- You're in my room…just-” The way he rubbed the back of his neck, looking down at the ground, told me he was embarrassed. “Can I just sleep in here tonight…?” Anthony looked almost as if he regretted asking, like he should've just walked away instead of knocking on the door; Which he now stood in front of, wide open.

I nodded along with his words, moving away from my door and walking to my bed. “Just close the door after you come in, sleeping with it open-” He finished the sentence with me, already knowing what I was going to say. “-‘gives me anxiety’ I know Ali.”

When he walked into the room slowly, he was looking around at the posters and metal creations that hung from the walls and ceiling. There were things like metal dragons, butterflies with dazzling colors, Firefly's with handcrafted wings and many more insects and mystical creatures. “After we complete big cases I make a little statue and I hang it around the room…It's like reminding myself how far I’ve come.” His eyes landed on me next, I was already sitting on the bed, smiling at him warmly, my eyes closed, head leaned back from exhaustion.

“Come on Ant.” I patted next to me, laying down on my back moving closer to the wall so he had room to lay down to.

His posture says he's confident, like he's not afraid to make a wrong move. But his eyes are different. They look so hesitant, so terrified of how this could look to other people.

After a case went bad yesterday, Barnes called me Anthony's lover. He's been on edge since then, Maybe it hurt a bit when he got so defensive over the fact that I was in fact not his lover. It already hurts when I know he's just a flirty person to get what he wants, that when he flirts with me it doesn't mean I'm special. Now this? At least I know he doesn't like me back, before I went and tried to ask him on a date or something.

I faced towards the wall when he climbed into the bed, pulling the soft blanket over us both. Our routine moved like it did when I went into his room to sleep. His arm hooked under my body and pulled me into his chest, which felt cool with the silk pajama shirt he had on at the moment. Our legs tangled together, his face was pressed into the nape of my neck, and our breathing matched almost perfectly. This felt so normal, so nonchalant. But this is Lockwood we're talking about! He wouldn't do this with just anyone! Would he?

Ok, no he wouldn't- But he just trusts me! We’ve been friends for years, of course he trusts me. It's obvious I’m just a friend to him, and yes maybe it's not a friend thing to cuddle up to your friend while you press your face into their neck…like I said he just trusts me! It's a simple platonic thing to do when you go to a friend you trust for help sleeping!

But it would be so nice if he didn't mean it in a friendly way..For him to hold my hand, and laugh and walk with me to go on a date, Or maybe to cook dinner for our kids or babysitting…That sounds like heaven, an unrealistic heaven. But to be fair I do already basically babysit, but it's always me and George babysitting, not me and lockwood, mainly because we're babysitting him and Lucy during cases but still I can dream.

I turned my head around just enough to see his face, eyes closed, breathing soft, and nose pushed against my neck still. I tried to turn just enough to not wake him up but also be able to see him. I'm really hoping I didn't wake him up, or that he was really asleep, because this next part would be embarrassing if I did.

I placed a hand on his face, kissing the top of his head and running my hand through his hair. “I Love You, Anthony Lockwood. You stupid self-sacrificing idiot.” I turned around all the way and moved up a bit, his face laid on my chest, and my arms wrapped around his head holding him close.

Finally comfortable enough to fall asleep. It's been so long since I got a good sleep in my own bed, maybe the feeling of his hands on my back, pushing me closer to him, really did help me sleep, Maybe it made me feel protected, like I can be vulnerable again, like i'm safe in his ar- “Did you just call me a self-sacrificing idiot?-” SHIT-

thank you for reading to the end of this shit :D i can't promise a part two but hey i'll try.

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blackberryhexee · 18 days

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ARCTIC MONKEYS AND THEM😭🫶

I've always thought that part of the song is Flint about Annella lol

#oc #originalcharacter #oc tag #cloudy with a chance of meatballs #cloudy with a chance of meatballs oc #cwacom #cloudy with a chance of meatballs 2 #flint lockwood #oc edit #oc x canon

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crazyinluvfix · 6 days

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FATAL ATTRACTION MASTERLIST

summary: Sera Salvatore moved to Beacon Hills for a break from the supernatural. But her life was once again turned upside down when she and her two best friends get thrown head first into a world of werewolves and mystery. But it’s hard for her to protect her friends when a single werewolf bite is what could kill her for good…

( you can also read this on my ao3 or my wattpad )

CHAPTERS:

PROLOGUE

1:1 WOLF MOON ( pt. 1 )

1:1 WOLF MOON ( pt. 2 )

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accidentalslayer · 11 months

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Word Count: 1,952

Warnings: N/A for this chapter. Future chapters will explore darker elements, though

Author's Notes: New project, who dis?? Recently fandom-switched to Vampire Diaries/Originals & was inspired to write a little piece about two OCs interacting at the Mystic Grill.

From there on, the plot took hold of my soul, and now I'm writing a fic. Again. Lol.

Pairing: Yandere!Elijah & Klaus Mikaelson x Fem!Reader (eventually)

Summary: Vincent Webb returns to Mystic Falls, Virginia after many years of avoiding his hometown. He decides to catch up with an old flame at the Grill only to be interrupted by his high school arch-nemesis: Richard Lockwood. How awkward for Vince! 🤣

Recommended Song: "Half of my Hometown" by: Kelsea Ballerini

Chapter One: The Prodigal Son

[October 1st, 1991

Mystic Falls, Virginia]

It hadn't changed. Not one bit. More than 5 years had passed without Vincent Webb, yet Mystic Falls was the same shit hole as it'd been on the day he'd skipped town. 'Like a mosquito caught in amber', he mused to himself, a grimace on his face, 'Or something else that refuses to change despite the march of time'. God was not without his keen sense of irony when he made this place, it seemed, and Vincent was glad that he had left right after graduating from MFHS. Glad that he'd gotten out of Virginia to explore the world. Away from any monster that went bump in the night...

But now, fate had brought him back to Mystic Falls.

The first thing Vincent did when he'd crossed the town line was visit the cemetery where his father laid and took a piss on the old man's tombstone. The second thing he did (immediately afterward) was shoot off a text: 'Hey, you free tonight? Meet you at our usual spot, be there in 30 minutes,' to his ex-girlfriend, Grace. The only woman to have ever stolen his heart or gotten him to consider a future in driving a family minivan around. That's how he'd ended up here at the Grill, tucked away within its backmost lobby, nursing a scotch past twelve. Observing his high-school nemesis, Richard Lockwood, as he flirted shamelessly in front of Carol Lockwood with their young, pretty waitress two booths over. No, some things never changed in Mystic Falls.

Footsteps approached his table. A pair of heels judging from the sound of their clacking on the polished wood floor. His eyes flicked downward to spy an all-too-familiar toe ring that he'd once bought for the girl that he'd loved as a teenager. Grace had arrived. And with her arrival, the ache of nostalgia in his chest. Vincent took a gulp of his drink to steady his nerves as she slid into the seat opposite of him.

"You know," he said, tone casual, "I thought Rich was always gonna end up with that Forbes chick. Not Carol. Remember how annoying they were in sophomore year making out during gym? Blech!! But, I guess he still likes blondes. Carol, though? Awful."

Grace rolled her sapphire eyes, "It's been YEARS, Vince, and /this/ is what you wanna lead with??? Not: 'Gee golly, Grace! I'm sorry for disappearing on you when you needed me, let me clarify what happened the night I literally vanished without a trace so I can take the years of STRESS I caused you off your shoulders! Forgive me, I'm a stupid fucking piece of shit, Grace'-"

"Grace-"

His ex's voice rose above his own, "-Grace, I know I don't deserve your forgiveness or your understanding. I'm so, so, so, sooooo very lucky that you're even talking to me right now! Grace, I'm going to spend the rest of my life making it up to you, Grace-"

"Gracey-"

"-'Gracey', WHAT, Vincent?!"

Vincent looked pained when he answered her, regret etched in every wrinkle, and crease on his brow:

"You're right. I'm a piece of shit, Grace. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have left you the way I did back then. It's just...some family stuff happened after the accident. And I couldn't talk about it to anyone at the time. I didn't mean to hurt you. Honest truth, that wasn't my intention."

Deep, oceanic blues narrowed upon him. Grace stared at Vincent for a few breathless moments (skeptically, silently) as if attempting to bore a hole through his soul by sheer force of will.

"UGH, I can't stay mad at you!" she relented in a sudden huff, "I'm just glad you're alive. You have no clue how worried I was about you! We were all worried about you! There was a rumor that you'd died, Vince. That some kind of animal had gotten you out in the woods!"

A shadow fell over Vincent's face. He mumbled another apology to his ex, "Grace, I mean it. I'm sorry. I really truly am..."

"That's alright, Vince. It's water under the bridge now," she replied, grabbing the Grill's menu that lay on the table between them and browsing the selections, "Besides, you're going to buy me ALL the expensive booze I want tonight, anyways."

"Wait, I'm gonna WHAT??"

Grace snickered mischievously, then imitated his casual tone from before, "Payback, ya know? It's a thirsty bitch, Vince."

When Vincent met Grace Baker, it was freshman year of high school, and he'd just gotten swirlied by Logan Fell. While he was drying his hair with a paper towel in the men's bathroom, Grace had wandered out of its corner stall, gripping a pint of (half-drunk) Jack Daniels. Wearing that same cheeky grin she was wearing now, Grace offered him some, mentioning that: 'nerds like them had to stick together'. Tonight, the two of them were completing an ancient circle. This time around, it was Vincent's turn to buy the drinks.

Grace made his wallet hurt. She chose every ale and IPA off the reserve menu, then moved onto taking shots. Vincent tried to enjoy the moment, knowing full well that he was going to regret it all tomorrow. One way or another.

Their table piled up quickly with empty glasses, cups, and pitchers. As it did, their conversation grew more nostalgic. Both of them blamed it on the quality of the liquor.

"They hired a better fucking bartender since I've been gone! Do you remember the shit that David used to make for us back in the day?"

"Oh yeah!! We called it, uhhhh, "Witch's Brew" or something like that, right? It tasted so nasty but man did it fuck us up! Jodie could NOT hold that stuff down, though. Remember when she puked all over Mrs. Bennett's rug after Prom Party at the Grill?? And then we had to clean it up before she got home?"

"How could I forget?! Hahaha! I'm still scrubbing burger chunks out of my memory to this day!"

"Gross."

Their conversation grew more sentimental. They blamed it on how long it had been since either of them talked...

"You know, you were the only one back then who I could ever really be myself around. You just got me somehow. It was like we were...connected or something. Oh my God, that sounds corny as all fuck now that I say it, hahaha!"

"No, no, no, noooo! Not corny. Not corny for even a minute. Grace, I felt the same way. I didn't have to pretend around you. I could just be myself..."

"Same! We had our own language."

"Pig Latin. We used to make Mr. Brown SO MAD when he couldn't read our notes to the class. He was such a nosey prick back then!"

"Haha, yeah!! Yeah, he fucking was!! Remember when you literally ate your detention slip in front of him and he nearly had an aneurysm?! The little vein in his forehead was popping out, hahaha!!"

"Is Mr. Brown still teaching?"

"Naaahhh. Fired for taking pictures of his female students."

"Ha! Called it. I knew that guy was a creep!"

Their conversation grew more dangerous. They'd both blame it on themselves (and on each other) in the morning. One of them would swear that it had never happened at all.

"Our first date: do you remember where you took me??"

"Oh man, putting me on the spot. Uuuuhh, it was Fell's Church. We went to Fell's Church because I thought I was being edgy and cool. But you. You, uhhh, you said-"

"-I said the place smelt like raw ass so we left. We went to Grove Hill afterward. To that antique Bed and Breakfast for coffee."

"Yeah! Oh jeeze, that wasn't my best moment. It was the first date I'd ever had. I didn't know what girls wanted..."

"Get out!! Really?!"

"Serious as daylight."

"Do you ever...regret it? Even just a tiny bit? Your first date being with me? I-I know how much you loved Mercy-"

"I would've married you. I would've married you right after graduation."

"Oh..."

"Things just got in the way. Please, understand I never wanted to-"

Grace flinched. The warmth and approachability she'd possessed only a moment ago evaporated, replaced by a mask of ice. A practiced smile that didn't quite reach her eyes curved across her red lips. She put down her drink (a little forcefully on the table), feigning indifference while she spoke. But it was obvious that she wasn't happy with his heart-felt confession one bit.

"Look, Vincent," Grace said, shrugging, "We're all grown up now. We've made our own choices. You don't have to justify yourself to me, okay? Really. You don't! It's been YEARS since high school. As much as I miss it, I've moved on from ruminating about what could've been. And this surprise visit has been great, but... I really just want to get this over with so we can go back to our own lives. I'm missing Movie Night with my kids."

It was Vincent's turn to flinch now. Suddenly, he felt old. Like somehow, life had passed him by in the span of a blink.

"K-kids? You have kids??" He croaked, "When did that happen? How many do you...?"

Grace laughed, "Very first year into college! How scandalous, right?? Aaaand I've got two; an older son and a daughter. Alexander and Dawn. Dawn just had her birthday a couple of days ago. It was Beauty and the Beast themed. She was dressed up as Belle. She's been in a "princess everything" phase ever since she watched Sleeping Beauty. My son, though? He just really likes playing Street Fighter."

"Who's the-"

Vincent's mouth seemed to have trouble forming the words despite his best efforts. He pressed on valiantly, though...

"-the, ya know? The uh, father? Is he...?"

Grace flattened instantly. She sighed, rubbing at her forehead as if she had a big headache, "Just tell me why you're here, Vince. Tell me why you'd come back to Mystic Falls after all these years?? You haven't said a word to me since graduation! No, since before the accident! And you decide to appear tonight? Out of the blue? Just...randomly for shits and giggles? No, no. What's really going on, Vin-"

Two voices sliced through Grace's question and stole the moment:

"It's Vincent Webb!!"

"My, my! It IS! And with Grace Baker too!"

Both Vincent and Grace cringed as soon as they heard the sound. Memories flooded back to their previous lives in high school. And the humiliation they'd suffered together at the hands of the ones who'd just interrupted them; Richard Lockwood and his (now) wife, Carol Lockwood. Grace stood up immediately to leave. Vincent tried his best to follow suit but was stopped when Rich sat down in the empty space next to him, blocking off his escape route and locking him into the booth until Rich decided otherwise. Carol did the same with Grace.

"Well, I'll be damned!" Rich exclaimed, flashing a toothy smile at Vincent, "Aren't you a blast from the past?! I haven't seen you around my town in YEARS! And Grace, lovely to see you as always. How are your little ones doing?? What about that rambunctious son of yours?"

Carol laughed and subtly displayed the wedding ring she wore as she did so, "Oh, it's just like high school again! Isn't it, Rich?"

"Indeed," Rich agreed all too readily, "except I'm not giving this ol' boy here a flushie, hahaha! No, I kid, though. This man took his licks like a man! Isn't that right, Vince?".

Grace and Vincent exchanged helpless, annoyed glances between each other...

It was going to be a long night.

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raised-u-fr0m-perdition · 1 year

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Ive not requested anything before so I’m not really sure what to say, sorry if this doesn’t make any sense

But an Anthony Lockwood enemies to lovers would be so good, like maybe she’s friends with Lucy and followed her to London but cant stand Anthony, in the beginning at least.

I’ve been looking for one and i cant seem to find any, maybe I’m not looking hard enough lmao.

Thank you :) :) :)

HATE YOU AND I HATE MYSELF FOR LOVING YOU TOO

Blades clashed and scraping occurred, grating the ears of those near.

“Feeling tired?”

“Not in the slightest.” I sneered, determined to win this match. I knocked his blade to the floor, pointing mine at his neck. “Touché. How does it feel to lose?”

“I haven’t.” He used his foot to whisk his rapier back into his hand, flicking mine expertly and letting it hit the wall far away, putting me in the position I put him a second ago. “You have. Sorry, Rhys, but you’ll have to do better next time. But better still won’t be enough.”

“Shove off, you narcissistic sod.” I spat, picking up my rapier. “You’ve played that move so many times it’s old.”

“Yet it always works. I wonder why.”

Blades clashed and scraping occurred, grating the ears of those near.

“Feeling tired?”

“Not in the slightest.” I sneered, determined to win this match. I knocked his blade to the floor, pointing mine at his neck. “Touché. How does it feel to lose?”

“Shove off, you narcissistic sod.” I spat, picking up my rapier. “You’ve played that move so many times it’s old.”

“Yet it always works. I wonder why.”

“Because you’re a one-trick pony?”

“Not as bad as a no-good, has-been sloth.” We made faces as each other, Lockwood going back to George and me to Lucy and Artemis. “How am I meant to win against him?”

“I dunno. I can’t spot any weakness.” Lucy shrugged. Artemis shook her head, laughing.

“Wrong way to see this, Lucy. We agreed that this match has no rules. Play it that way.” Artemis strategised. “He’ll follow the rules of fencing better than you will, and I have one more thing you can try.”

“What?”

“Seduction. Works every time.”

“Oh come on, Arty, that isn’t fair.” Lucy tutted.

“Anthony Lockwood gets surprised at the thought of any woman being interested in him, especially this woman.” She gestured to me. “Give it a whirl, girl, and if it doesn’t help you win then you can slap me.”

I stepped up, determined, wielding my rapier. “Ready to lose, Lockwood?”

“I’ve never lost to you before, then why now?”

“Oh, you’ll see, handsome.” I lightly ran my finger down the curve of his jaw, giving an attractive smirk. Lucy watched, surprised that I was capable of flirting, George gave Lockwood a side eye and Artemis just chuckled. It actually was working.

“That’s our girl.” She grinned folding her arms. “Now watch Lockwood’s reaction.”

“H-Handsome?” He stammered, adjusting his tie.

“Yeah, a real sight for sore eyes.” I winked, making George burst out into gales of laughter. This threw Lockwood off, but he still shakily raised his rapier. I raised mine, flicking back my hair.

“En garde.”

“Prêts?”

“Allez!” Still flustered, Lockwood was distracted, giving time for me to cleanly sweep his rapier out of his hand, lodging it into the wall. Artemis fist bumped me, both the ladies acting as my wingwomen in this situation.

“How’s that for a no-good, has-been sloth?” I boasted, putting my rapier back in my scabbard.

“That isn’t fair. You flirted with me!” He protested.

“Last time I checked, the only rule was fight with a rapier.” Artemis argued back. “Rhys won fair and square.”

“It worked, surprisingly.” Lucy added. “Come on, Rhys, we’ll go for tea outside to celebrate.”

“Tea without me?!” George called.

“You’re Lockwood’s wingman, not Rhys’!”

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We were sitting in the locally famous cafe Just A Cuppa, drinking tea and coffee and eating delicious pastries. Artemis had taken us here after being recommended the place, but so far no one had said anything. Artemis and Lucy were giving me looks and then exchanging them.

“What?” I asked, exasperated.

“Did you see how much Lockwood was simping for you before the fight?” Lucy smirked.

“No, we hate each other.”

“Or you love each other. You came here with Lucy, I know that, and instead of love at first sight it was hate at first sight, but everything’s changed. Might I remind you, Rhys, that when you first came here, you couldn’t flirt to save your life.” Artemis reminisced. “Gave Marco a little bit of a scare.”

“And now you can easily flirt with Lockwood of all people? Put two and two together, hobo, you’re meant to be!” Lucy added.

“Meant to be?!” I scoffed. “More like meant to stay away.”

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“Did she… flirt with me?” Lockwood asked.

“You doth be shooketh.” George chuckled. “She got you real good.”

“But no, we hate each other! She can’t like me!”

“Yes she can.”

“She does. You like her too. Obviously.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Maybe. Can you ask her and report back to me-“

“I’m not an owl!” George snapped. “You’re acting like the arrogant version of Anthony Lockwood.”

“But I am Anthony Lockwood.” Lockwood was slapped on the head with a newspaper, making him wince. “Sorry.”

“Try being compassionate for once. Maybe you’ll get the girl.”

“Try being what now?”

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Everyone was playing cards earlier, a nice, fun-

Scratch that.

A tense, pressurising, EXTREMELY COMPETITIVE game of Bluff.

“One ace.” Lockwood announced, throwing his card down. Rhys was next to him, so obviously, fuelled by her deep love hatred for the boy, picked it up, but something was written on the card.

I LOVE YOU, RHYS.

I didn’t have time to process it when I felt a pair of lips on mine, the sensation so perfect and inviting that I lost control of my body, my arms wrapping around their neck. When I pulled back, my eyes widened in horror.

“Lockwood?”

“That’s me.” He grinned, eyelids flickering. I had seen that everyone left the room, so I pulled him back for a kiss again, obliging to being pulled into his lap.

“I… hate… you…” I mumbled between kisses.

“I… hate… you… too.”

“Nah, you love each other.”

“No doy, Sherlock!”

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countrymusiclover · 11 months

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22 - Three Words Longed For

Part 23

Gemini Runaway

Warning - mature content in this chapter. 18 +, don't read past the red warning if you are not comfortable

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Blinking my eyes opened I immediately screamed bolting from the bed throwing around everything I could with my magic. The glass of the window shattered against my hands and I broke every light in the room. “I’m gonna kill him….I don’t care if it kills me. Agrrrh!”

Someone vamped into the room where I shot my hand forward seeing Bex grabbing her head wincing at me. “Rae!”

“Bex, I…I’m sorry.” I quickly dropped my arm not meaning to hurt her. Clutching my hands into fists immediately crying knowing that I will never hear him say name ever again.

She reached up with her hand squeezing my shoulder, holding in tears herself. “Raelyn, I’m sorry for not letting you kill the history teacher when you had the chance….especially since he got killed anyway when Elena went over the bride and died. It should have been you to take him down.”

“It wouldn’t bring him back though. He will still be dead regardless of what I do. But I don’t understand why I’m not dead myself…” I throw my hands up sniffing tears walking away from her and picking up the drawing of Jacob.

"What are you talking about?" The blonde asks confused.

Turning to face her I held out my left hand with the ring on it. "I performed a link spell and connected my life to your brother. So that I didn't have to bother worrying about me dying and killing my whole Coven. But I should be dead right. Or maybe my mother tricked me into thinking that we were linked but really we weren't at all."

"Hey, we will figure this out together. You and I will leave this town and find another witch to give us the answer." She takes my other hand in hers, spinning the ring on my finger with her thumb. "I hate to say this but he would want you to move on and live your life."

Bex and I headed downstairs to begin packing until she noticed his drawing before suddenly throwing all of them and other things on the floor, angrily when Damon arrived. “You should know better than to sneak up on a lady.”

Damon joked at her. “Good advice. Have you seen one?”

Rebekah turns to face him. “Tragic about Elena. Not to make the gray cloud grayer, but does Matt even have automobile insurance?” She turns her back on him and he rushes over her with a stake. She stops him and catches his arm then twists his wrist so he releases the stake.

Grabbing his wrist that she was holding he winced when I got up in his face. "How the hell are you still alive, jackass!"

"Uh…apparently I wasn't a part of his sire line." He moaned until I heard something shoot through the window where he broke away from us. Suddenly Rebekah is shot through the window and I ducked down quickly dodging a bullet only for a dart to get launched into my back where I collapsed onto the floor with her.

The next time I opened my eyes we were in a moving truck where I saw Caroline and Rebekah tied up across from me. Rebekah looks at her restraint. “Vervain ropes. Looks like Alaric outed us all to the council.” Caroline responded to her.

"They won’t hold us for long, Dissero.” I attempted to do a spell but nothing happened meaning that my connection to siphon Klaus’s strength even when he wasn’t with me was gone.

Rebekah scoffed. “The council... What exactly do they think they can do to me?” Suddenly, the truck is hit by something. The truck rolls over various times and finally stops with them on their backs and my legs are dangling.

I grunted seeing the door get flung open seeing Tyler still alive. "Oh you've got to be kidding me. You still get to be alive!"

Caroline gasped. “Tyler?”

Tyler responded climbing in the truck breaking Caroline’s seatbelt. “I'm harder to kill than you think…..little siphon.” He snapped my restraints catching my limp body when it fell into his arms where I push away from him landing on my knees not wanting to be around someone who helped killed my boyfriend.

Caroline started crying happily. “You're alive? Tyler, you're alive!”

Tyler pulled me up to my feet grabbing a hold of Caroline’s hand too about to leave. “No time. Come on. We got to go.”

Rebekah asked. “ Wait, what about me?”

Tyler glanced over his shoulder gently pushing us outside the door but I could still hear what he said, making me confused as to why he called her that. “Keep 'em busy, little sister.”

Caroline and Tyler are kissing when I bend my knees attempting to catch my breath once we had vamped into the woods. “I never thought I'd see you again! I don't get it. How are you alive?”

“This is going to sound incredible, but…” She kisses him and he drives her against another tree with his speed and they're still kissing. She removes his jacket and his shirt and they kiss again.

“Easy, love. Wrong time, wrong place, wrong equipment….and definitely wrong person.” Tyler shook his head trying to push her away focusing his gaze on me.

“You're miraculously alive. We're fugitives on the run. All signs point to hot hybrid vampire sex.” She removes her jacket and kisses him. Pushing him against a tree and removing her top until she realized something. “Did you just call me "love"?”

Tyler smirked at her. “I don't know, love. Did I?”

Caroline shoved him until he pushed her back coming in my direction when I finally stood upright. “What the hell did you do to Tyler?”

“Stay the hell away from me, Lockwood. I am on the verge of killing the people who murdered the hybrid I cared for. And I am already short one person since he got killed already. If you don’t want to be first I suggest you step back!” I threatened him holding up my right to him breathing heavily fighting the urge to not use the death spell on him.

He kept walking up to me grabbing the sides of my head showing me one of my favorite moments with Klaus when we weren’t together yet. “Trust me, little siphon queen.”

“I can’t believe my mother didn’t tell me that she was still talking with my uncle who wants me dead. I can’t take anymore people lying to me!” I paced in front of the fireplace with Klaus sitting on the couch drinking a glass of blood.

He sat it down rising to his feet snagging my wrist gently holding me in place. “Raelyn, there is something you must know. I will never lie to you, ever you have my word.”

“Thanks…you’ve actually already kept your word. You always keep me in the loop of whatever insane madness that comes your way. And I greatly appreciate it, Klaus.” I drew my hand forward, his wrist holding his hands in mine.

He smiled downward at me. “Call me Nik.”

“Nik why, I thought only Bex did that?”

He nodded yes but raised a hand to my face softly running his thumb over my cheek. “That is true. But you have allowed me to call you Rae. So I am extending the same honor to you.”

“I gladly accept the offer, Nik.” I smiled leaving the room where he watched me walk away genuinely smiling.

Pushing his hands away from my head I began sobbing uncontrollably staring at the teenage hybrid in front of me. “Nik, you’re….you’re alive. That’s….that’s how I am not dead. The ring…our link…it all still remains.”

Caroline started gagging at us throwing her clothes back on. “Oh, my God. You're Klaus! You're disgusting! Raelyn I’m happy for you, but give me my boyfriend back before you two start having hybrid sex please.” She vamped us leaving the two of us alone.

“Rae, let me explain what happened. I’m sorry you had to think I was dead but I couldn’t reveal my plan-” He started explaining until I held up my hand cutting him off.

“Save it. You broke your promise to me. You lied to me. Now I am going back to the mansion when you’re back in your own body then come find me.” Turning on my heels throwing my hair in his face he didn’t move to stop me knowing he needed to get back in his own body before you two spoke again.

Sitting in my bedroom in the mansion I could hear someone shouting downstairs when it finally became nightfall. Shuffling as quickly as I could off the bed I ran down the staircase. My heart was banging in my chest with so much excitement and anger that Klaus was actually alive. Rebekah was the voice that I heard. "How dare you save Caroline and Raelyn over me!"

Klaus teased her when I pushed the set of doors open in front of me. Hello, brother, I thought you were dead. So pleased you're not."

Rebekah's voice croaked. "You left me."

Klaus laid some blood bags down, turning to her. "I only had time to save one of you and you can't be killed. Raelyn and I are now linked together so I couldn’t let her get killed for the sake of her supposed Coven called the Gemini. As for Caroline she is one of her closest friends and she would be heartbroken if she died. Rest assured, I had a worse day than you. I think it's time for us to move on, find some more werewolves."

"I love Rae and don't want her to die. But you could have freed me after you did her. Because in case you didn't realize she's not the only one who gives a crap about you!" She has tears in her eyes. "I mourned you! My heart broke thinking I'd never see you again!"

Running through the mansion I found the pair arguing where I shouted between them. "Niklaus! We need to talk alone now." I couldn't believe that I had to nearly die and he didn't say a word to me.

"Rae, Rae, Raelyn please give me a chance to explain." He followed my heels until we were back in one of the upstairs rooms where I raised my right hand into a fist slamming the door shut.

Spinning on my feet I immediately started crying when my gaze met his blue eyes. "You are a freaking liar. You promised me before we faced Alaric that we would make it out together. That nothing would separate us and I had to watch you get staked through the heart!"

"Raelyn-" He trailed off.

Throwing my hands away from my sides I cut my hybrid boyfriend off, not really in control of my emotions at the moment causing the whole bedroom to lose power then for it all to come back on. "No you don't get to speak until I am finished. When we first met I told you that I hadn't experienced any of my firsts and now they have almost all been with you. My first date, my first kiss, my…my heart belongs to only you. I had to feel you die and be powerless to stop it." Holding up my hand with the linked hybrid blood ring on my left hand. "Now that we are linked as one forever and always I didn't think that I would have to watch the man that I deeply care for….that consumes my very being….that pulled me back from the grief of winning the Merge and killing my brother without knowing….and above all the man that I can say I love whole heartily but apparently you didn’t feel the same otherwise you would have told me your plan to die and come back in the body of one of your hybrids!"

"I do love you, Raelyn Lane!!! I completely and utterly love you no matter if you come from the Gemini Coven that calls you an abomination for being a witch born without her own magic." Klaus vamped forward and gently grabbed me by my shoulders almost to the point of crying himself. "There wasn't enough time to tell you my plans before the Salvatore's betrayed me and made my heart literally stop beating. But don't think for a moment that I didn't feel the same way about you that you do about me."

Sniffing through heavy tears I clutched my hands into fists at my sides. My whole body was struggling to not just collapse into his arms. "Nik, I…I love you. And I never imagined that I would find someone who loved me…even after I was forced to accidentally kill my brother and take on his entire personality alongside my own crazy mind. So you will never know how much it means to me."

"Oh I believe I do, Rae." He moved one of his upward cradles to the side of my cheek in his palm when I leaned into it. "I was raised by a brute of a father as you know. Who called me a bastard and never accepted what I was because I didn't share his blood. And I thought I would forever be alone until you walked into the Grill that night and magically threw me against the wall just for asking your name."

I chuckled, snorting a little at the memory looking back on our first interaction. When I was just a traumatized witch on her own. "Geez I forgot about that. I'm honestly sorry about that." Wiping away some tears that now had turned into happy ones.

"I'm not, Raelyn. It makes me smile at the thought of seeing you as a queen from the very beginning. A queen fit for a king." He smirked, stepping closer where our chests were pressed almost against one another.

Lifting my gaze up for a moment I shuttered feeling nervous by the way that he was looking at me that way. We weren't hiding our desire for each other but he repeatedly kept telling me we didn't have to rush into anything. Yet it was eating away at me not to jump right in. "Before we get any further in this relationship I have to ask. Are you holding yourself back from sleeping with me because I am a virgin?"

"Raelyn, I don't want to push you into something you wished you had waited on. I would wait ten years, a hundred or even another thousand years if you said so, love. Because I love you more than the moon and the stars." He declares holding the other side of my face now giving me the most genuine smile I had ever seen matching the bright glow that was coming from his blue eyes so focused on me.

Running my fingers up his chest I grabbed the fabric of his black shirt leaning up on my toes with my lips hovering over his. "You aren’t pushing me to do anything, Klaus. You never will and I am tired of waiting. I'm tired of running from my insane Coven family. I'm not waiting any longer to get what I want in my life."

“And what do you want, my siphon queen?" He asked in a soft tone. "Say the word Raelyn Lane and I shall give you whatever your heart desires."

Wrapping my arms around his neck I kissed him quickly but softly breaking the kiss and feeling him lean into it immediately. "Make love to me, Klaus Mikaelson."

He smiled at me softly brushing a loose lock of hair behind my ear, “ Your wish is my command.”

Mature content below here - skip if you aren't comfortable

I let out a yelp when he lifted me into his arms, I wrapped my arms around him and pressed my lips against his. He kissed me back passionately and vamp sped into his room. Opening the door, he walked towards the bed and dropped me down to the bed. My back hit the soft silk sheets before I rose up from the bed staring at him softly and brought a hand to his cheek stroking it softly.

He leaned into my touch and brought my fingers to his lips, kissing them softly for a moment before releasing them. Standing tall, he lifted his shirt over his head and threw it to the ground. My heart began to beat for a second as I stared at him, my eyes directed down to his muscular chest, and blushed at the sight.

I averted my eyes with my hands covering them quickly and tried to contain my blush, he looked up at me and smirked at my reaction. “Oh, my siphon queen there's no need to be shy; you can examine my chest as much as you want to.”

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do remember. I may be stubborn but that doesn’t mean I know everything.” I pointed out to him where I peeked through my fingers for a split second.

“Don't worry I'll go slow with you.“ He reassured me, grabbing my hand with his. “If you want me to stop at any point just tell me and I will, Raelyn.”

“No, I want to do this.“ I said, wishing my heart would stop beating so rapidly like I was scared.

He took a seat beside her on the bed scanning over her face as if looking for a sign that she wanted to back out and was just pretending but he found no such thing on the siphon witch. “I can make you feel alive."

"You already do. What more can I manage, Nik." I challenged, eyeing him.

He cupped my face, and pressed his lips on hers. They were soft, like the petals of a daisy. He wanted permission to enter, and he was glad his little siphon opened her first gateway. The battle of tongues began, not with words but with their lips it did. She tasted like peaches and apples while he wasn't sure what he tastes like.

My hands started to trace his form, I began to run his fingers up and down his muscular chest softly while I began to feel his hand start to crawl underneath my shirt. He yanked my shirt off my head, throwing it to the ground only once breaking the kiss until I was not able to not joke with him at least once. “I’m surprised you didn’t just tear it in half.”

“That may happen later but not now. You ridiculous little witch.” Shaking his hard at me seeing how my eyes were trailing him.

He glanced down at my clothed beasts staring at them deeply before reaching behind my back and began to unclip the straps off and tear it off me in a split second. I gasped at him instantly reaching a hand to cover my breast, he let out a growl at them pushing my hands away. “ Don’t hide from me, my love you are perfect and all mine.”

"Like what you see, my hybrid " I asked, smirking at him, noticing that he was smirking down at me the entire time. My eyes found that he had a tattoo on the front of his chest that looked like a bird and I knew he had a different one on his back shoulder blade from when I saw him as a werewolf.

"Yes, I do very like it indeed " He smirked before gathering me in his arms and pressed his lips down onto mine while placing his hand on my behind squeezing it gently.

I gasped out, breaking the kiss, " You are quite naughty, darling.”

“I’m a thousand years old, Rae. You tend to learn a few things.” He pointed out to me, making me chuckle at his confidence.

I was feeling quite bold and confident and decided to make the next move. I moved my hands towards his lower area which I started to rub him through his jeans, he let out a low groan at the impact and rocked his hips against my hands. “ Rae.” I smirked at his reaction and began to rub him faster not knowing what came over me. “ When did I suddenly become a whore of some sorts.” I had to think to myself.

I ignored my thoughts continuing with my movements, grunts began to escape his mouth. “Bloody hell, Raelyn.”

I felt his member begin to twist in my hand indicating he was close. I kept on with my movements until he pushed my hand away. I stared at him with a questionable look, “Why are you pushing me away?”

He grabbed my face into his hands and stared at me deeply, “ Because if you keep that up I won’t be able to control myself.” The veins began to appear under his eyes when they flashed the golden color making his desire clear for me.

He pushed me down to the bed gently, towering over me. He grabbed onto one of my breasts and began to massage it gently before leaning down, lowering his lips down to one of my nipples and starting to suck on it. I began to whimper in pleasure asis felt his lips on me, he tugged on it with his teeth gently before switching breasts and doing the same thing. After a while, he pulled away and unbuttoned my jeans sliding it off me down to my legs.

He stood up from the bed and unbuttoned his jeans, tugging them down to his legs before stepping out of them wearing nothing but his boxers. He teared his boxers in a split second, releasing his member. My eyes widened at how big It was and wondered how that would fit inside me.

He knelt down in front of my legs and opened my legs up a bit, he ran his hands up my legs and grabbed at my panties before tearing them off in a second. My eyes widened in shock at him and leaned up on my elbows staring down at him in confusion, "What are you doing "

"Do you trust me “ He asked, glancing up at me.

“With all my heart “ I replied struggling to catch my breath knowing that my heart was racing a mile a minute .

He hovered over me and brought his lips down upon mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck and embraced more into the kiss. I felt a hard rock positioned at my lower religion, he placed his member at my center and looked up at me. “ My love, this may hurt for a few minutes, I promise I'll go slowly. Are you sure you want this, I'll stop if you're not ready.”

"No, I want you, “ I said, gripping the bed sheets in my fingers, never moving my gaze from his. “ Please just go gently.”

He nodded and aligned himself against me before thrusting into me softly , I hissed out in pain as I felt him breaking through my wall, tears began to well in my eyes. He let out a groan at how tight his little witch was and how she was squeezing him around her walls, " You feel soo good Raelyn.” He moved slowly against her, I bit down on my lip hard trying to bear through the pain.

Within moments I felt the pain suddenly vanish and began to feel pleasure. I began to move against him and leaned up pressing my lips down upon his. He embraces me back instantly when my fingers dug into his back, drawing blood that would heal later.

He ran his body over every inch of my body he could reach, both of us slick with sweat as he moved against one another, our pants and moans filling the room. He leaned up on his knees and began to thrust his little witch’s at a deeper pace hitting a certain spot inside of her.

"Nik! " I moaned out as his thrust became hard and fast, my boobs began to bounce up and down from the impact and tried to keep up with the rhythm he set but failed and just figured to allow him to be in control..

"Come now, love." He commanded as he pressed his thumb to my clit, circling the swollen flesh until I was crying out incoherently. He watched her in awe , head thrown back, her hair all sweat and wild as a bird nest as he fucked her more harder and faster.

I came moaning out loudly as I felt a wave of pleasure come over me. He came seconds later as I felt him emptying inside of med, both moaning and groaning while they did. He removed from her before laying down beside her trying to catch his breath alongside her. “So did I hurt you too bad. I can give you my blood?”

“I…I’m good just exhausted.” I felt my eyes struggling to stay open until I rolled over onto my side placing my head in the crook of his neck tracing the bird tattoo with my index finger.

Klaus leaned up barely kissing the side of my head running his fingers through my now messy hair watching my chest rise and fall. “Sleep, Raelyn and just now I love you for a thousand years and forever.”

“I’ll love you forever too, Klaus.” I whispered, finally shutting my eyes having the best sleep of my life in the arms of the man and hybrid I loved.

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mara’s oc list ⭑ Margot Kipps & Sonia Parikh

If you came here in search of answers, prepare to be sorely disappointed. While the associates at the Parikh & Kipps Agency would love to provide those answers you seek, they are, at present, unable to.

However, they do consider themselves relatively close, and are quite proud of themselves. Yet, because they have never been ones to hoard the spotlight, they do feel so inclined to inform you that the Lockwood & Co. Agency is in part to thank for these advances in research. This is truly all that can be said about the matter as it currently stands.

Now hopefully this satisfies your curiosities enough, and, in an interest to not expose you to the unpleasantness that a longer explanation would entail, it is recommended that you turn away now. Satisfy yourself with the idea that answers have not been found, and the detail of the associates' field research is of no greater value.

If, though, you are still in search of a greater truth, or you simply enjoy reading about troublesome events which offer no resolution, you might want to hear the whole story. Unpleasantness included.

Like all great stories do, it started about three weeks ago during a modest house fire.

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3rd person Fem character Josslyn x Anthony Lockwood

First meeting. No warnings required. Short.

chapter one -- chapter two

It was four am. Who in their right mind could be possibly knocking at the door at four in the morning?

Lucy stumbled over her feet as she jogged down the stairs, pulling her rapier from the umbrella stand before opening the door. A girl fell through the door, collapsing into the hallway. Lucy dropped the rapier and immediately pulled the girl further into the house, shutting and locking the door behind her. George and Lockwood jogged down the stairs to see to the commotion and George froze at the sight.

"Well, are you going to help, or are you both just going to stand there like bloody lemmings?" Lucy asked and the boys snapped into action.

Josslyn woke up, face down on a couch. There was weight on her legs holding her down and someone was rubbing alcohol on her shoulder.

"There now, stay still. I'm almost finished." A soft voice said from above her. Sunlight spilled through the room, the midday sky perfectly clear. George sighed, keeping pressure on her legs as her body started to twitch.

"Lockwood." George said quietly, noticing a small scar on the small of Josslyn's back. Anthony turned from her shoulder. The girl's body was littered with scars but this was different. Jagged. Ugly. Almost angry, even.

"Lucy?" Lockwood shouted. The girl who had opened the door to Josslyn came running in, handing him an assortment of bandages and tape and scissors. "Who are you?" He asked as he noticed Josslyn's fists clenching and unclenching. He bandaged her with care, wrapping it around her shoulder and making a temporary sling for her arm from the bandages.

"Josslyn Meadows." She managed through gritted teeth. Lockwood helped her to sit up, passing her a glass of water and some codeine.

"Why are you here, instead of at a hospital?" George asked. She looked over at him as she swallowed the pain relief, hair stuck to her forehead from sweat, her cheeks tearstained.

"I don't know who shot me. But I think I know why. Which is why I came here. I know you're an agency." Josslyn mumbled. "And I think I can help you get more jobs." Everyone was suddenly more alert, listening to her a bit closer. "You have a listener, right?" Lockwood nodded, gesturing to Lucy. "I'm like a listener, but not quite. I see visions of how people died. I solved countless murder cases back home before I came to London." Josslyn said. "Someone shot me because I almost solved something they didn't want to be solved." Lockwood found a grin growing on his face.

"Thats amazing! I never heard of anyone having a talent like that. You actually see what happened?" Lucy asked. George shook his head.

"That's not possible." He mumbled. Lockwood elbowed him, perhaps not as gently as he could have. His eyes never left Josslyn's as she described her talent, gesturing awkwardly with only one hand.

"You're hired." Lockwood said.

"Where is she gonna sleep, Lockwood?" George huffed.

"There's a couch in my room. She can stay there for now. We'll figure out something more permanent when she doesn't have an injury that needs taking care of." Lockwood said with a shrug. "Welcome to Lockwood and Co, Josslyn Meadows." Josslyn grinned at him through her pain, shaking his hand with her uninjured arm.

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azurecanary · 8 months

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Please, let’s talk about the werewolf/which hybrid who is in love with Tyler Lockwood

HaHA i knew that would get your attention

So this is mainly a self insert that i created for a couple of reasons

1) 17 seasons of TVDU and not one witch werewolf hybrid??? Missed opportunity you ask me

2) i think Tyler Lockwood needs a love interest that doesn't end in betrayal or death and i for one think my character would be perfect (this is truly a manifestation of my crush on him)

So anyways:

The character's name is Jason Harper. He's introduced in the fourth season as someone from Hayley's past (also adopted, but unaware of being a werewolf) and is suspicious of Hayley's sketchiness. Due to my estimation of Hayley's age, Jason would be maybe a year older than Tyler.

Jason meets and warns Tyler of Hayley, but not early enough to prevent Hayley and Klaus' massacre of Tyler's pack and subsequent murder of his mum. Afterwards, Jason sticks with the MFG, mostly sticking with Tyler, Bonnie and Caroline.

At some point in Season 5 (maybe after Caroline breaks up with Tyler and sleeps with Satan), he accidentally kills someone and triggers his curse. Tyler helps him through his first transition and homoeroticism ensues. Afterwards tho, Jason has full control of his werewolf side due to his magic.

And that is about all the story i have so far.

Jason's magic is mostly based around Elemental Magic but he knows a few ritualistic and complex spells, although that isn't his strong suit. He enjoys using his werewolf powers (Tyler does too) and eventually learns how to use his magic to amplify his wolf powers, as well as drawing upon his werewolf side for Traditional Magic.

In my mind he's either played by Brenton Thwaites or Archie Renaux.

#jason harper (oc)#tvd oc #my ocs #werewolf witch hybrid #wolfwitch #mutual ask #the vampire diaries #tyler lockwood #tyler x jason (oc)

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bloodcanbehot · 1 year

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I’m still working on my Lockwood fanfic, but if I do start posting it (which would be on wattpad) do you guys want me to post it here? I don’t know if I should post it as and oc fic or a reader fic tho (my oc’s name is Camille btw)

#lockwood and co #anthony lockwood #anthony lockwood x oc #anthony lockwood x reader #lucy carlyle #george karim #george cubbins #lockwood and co fanfiction #quill kipps #flo bones #fanfic #writer #fanfic writing

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shadowbriar · 10 months

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Anthony Lockwood - Vulnerable Headcanon

Notes : I have never done headcanons before, bear with me if this is not up to your expectation. If you like this post and would like to support me, please visit my kofi page and perhaps get me a coffee?☕

Anthony wasn’t the type to be vulnerable about his feelings. Having to survive the cruel world alone from a young age, Anthony’s found comfort in keeping his troubles to himself.

Oftentimes it boosts his ego. How things eventually fall into place, even if he has to improvise and be just reckless enough to see it done, at the end of the day he would always come home with a bright smile.

Being close with Anthony doesn't mean that he would show his troubles easily. Most times you would have to play riddle and decipher his hidden meanings because he’s just too used to keeping things to himself and his ego often gets in the way of him admitting his worries.

The first time he’s ever shown his vulnerability would be out of accident. Perhaps a mission went wrong or a fight happened between him and the others. You heard his silent sobs at the library in the middle of the night, but let him be as you weren't sure if he would be appreciative of your sudden barge in.

You tried to talk to him about it the following morning. Making sure he knows that he can always come to you and find shelter, but he would always only reply with a nod and a smile. He never wanted to make you worry about him.

Until one day.

There was a soft knock on your door. It was a peaceful night, some time after a big mission was successfully done and everyone went home with bright happy smiles. You thought everyone was neatly tucked on their bed, getting that very much due rest they have been lacking lately, but there he is, Anthony, standing by your door with an unsure smile.

Even when you greet him with a gentle smile and soft call of his name, Anthony still felt like he was bothering you and began to ramble “Forget it”, “Sorry for disturbing your sleep”, “It’s nothing” and trying to flee out of the situation.

It was when you took his wrist that he calmed a little, stopping vomit of nonsense excuses and took a deep inhale.

“I don’t know what to say or what to do, but would you be willing to join me at the library tonight? Your presence calms me.”

Ever since that night you’ve been spending more time talking and enjoying each other’s company at the library. There are times when you find yourself fallen asleep and waking up with a blanket covering yourself. Anthony always made sure that you were properly taken care of whenever you fell asleep there.

Some time after the countless nights spent at the library, Anthony begins talking about his past. About his memory of his parents, his little sister, his childhood, things he has never shared with anyone before.

Sometimes he would be crying, sobbing as the memory washes over him and you would have your arms embracing him for support. You both would be in such a position for hours, oftentimes falling asleep and finding each other held close as you wake up in the morning.

Anthony had never had anyone to share his burden with so vulnerability has always been something he tries to bury deep inside. He has trouble expressing his intentions so most times you would just hold him close until the storm passes and he could find better ways to convey his message.

It would be a long way until he could be comfortable in expressing his burden but he was willing to learn and you’ll be there, guiding and holding him close through each battle.

#anthony lockwood #anthony lockwood headcanon #anthony lockwood angst #anthony lockwood fluff #anthony lockwood x you #anthony lockwood x reader #anthony lockwood x y/n #anthony lockwood x oc

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deadsnothere · 1 year

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I wanna be dirty!

Synopsis - After a case went a bit south, Lockwood came home and got bandaged up by Alias on his bed. While somehow moving to the subject of their sex lives, leading to something more. Also known as A song fic from the rocky horror show song -

Touch-a, Touch-a Touch me.

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Word Count - 1.6k

Proof read - Yes and no? I gave up half way through because it's 2 am please give feedback

Speak Ali!! - Guys i'm dying, If this is good tell me, if this is bad tell me. I want your genuine answer before i make a part two of my cafe fic because i don't want it to be bad. Also REQUEST LOCKWOOD STUFF!! I'm currently working on two request which i'm very excited for!!

“I was feeling done in…couldn't win.”

I sighed softly while cleaning Anthony's wounds, sat on his bed. He’d gotten hurt while on a case and came back to the house with it not bandaged up, So I was bandaging his scrapes and bruises. He honestly looked kind of hot. His white button up was open, his belt was unbuckled and his hair was messed up. All while he was hot and sweaty. God what i’d do for this man to rai-

-Back on track! How we got to the subject of my sex life, I'm not sure but here we are. “I’d only ever kissed before.” this still baffles me, I mean i'm sat here talking to Lockwood of all people about my sex life! The one I barely have- but he’s still intently listening either way. “I thought there's no use getting…into heavy petting.” I just shrugged my shoulders. ‘Why is his hand getting close to my chest? WHY AM I THE ONE MOVING IT CLOSER-’ I pulled it away, blinking almost like I'd woken up from a daze. His face looked as if it were bright red, but he didn't move his hand away, until I moved it myself. Is he enjoying this?

“It only leads to trouble and…seat wetting.” I put the cap on the alcohol, and put the bandages up. God, Anthony's stare is killing me, he's looking at me like a lost puppy with his wide eyes and pretty face, boring into my skin, sending a chill down my back. "Now all I want to know.” I placed a hand on his shoulder, unbuttoning the top button of my shirt. His hands reached up to undo the rest. “Is how to go. I've tasted blood and I want more.” Anthony slowly unbuttoned my entire shirt, I let him push the cotton material off my shoulders. I took my hand off his shoulder, lifting my skirt up to tease him. “I'll put up no resistance.” He grabbed my hands, placing my forearms on his shoulders pulling me closer.

“I want to stay the distance.” He grabbed my hips, pulling at the band of my skirt. “I've got an itch to scratch. I need assistance!” I pulled him into me slowly, his hands moved to grip on his bed sheets, Almost not able to look away. “Touch-a, Touch-a, Touch-a Touch me!” He moved back in his bed, eyes mesmerized by my body. He waved for me to move with him and pulled me up to be face to face. I whispered in his ear. “I wanna be dirty.” Anthony's face was bright red as I moved down on his body, leaving a trail of kisses down his neck, shoulder, and chest all the way until I got to his happy trail. “Thrill me, Chill me, Fulfill me!”

“A-Alias..I never thought you would- be this bold.” I giggled softly pulling at his belt. “Well just give me the word and i’ll stop-” Anthony almost jumped to say, “No!- No god, please don't stop.” I let myself giggle, before finally pulling his belt off. “Now if anything grows.” I trailed a finger across his tented pants, a smile growing when he jerked from the small, sudden contact. “While you pose.” I mocked him by doing his stupid smirk, making him laugh at me. “I’ll oil you up and rub you down..” I pulled the zipper of his pants down in one swift motion. God, he is hot.

“and that's just one small fraction of the main attraction.” Slowly I crawled forwards at head level again, while using my right hand to unbutton Anthony's pants. “You need a friendly hand?” I pushed myself up, now stood on both knees towering over him. He moved with me sitting up to be able to see me better. Grabbing both of his hands in mine, “Ohh, I need action!” I placed them on my tits, still in my bra, giggling when Anthony's eyes grew wide, a smile coming soon after. “Touch-a, Touch-a, Touch me!” I definitely sounded more desperate. The feeling of his hands was amazing. I've been dreaming this night. He used his hands to play with my tits, squishing them together, squeezing them in his hands, once again mesmerized by my body. “I wanna be dirty!” I pushed him down on the bed laughing when he made an ‘omph!’ sound.

I lowered my head to kiss his neck, this time leaving a few hickeys. My hands pulled down his pants, then his boxers. Him lifting his hips to help me. Crawling backwards I landed on the floor. When Anthony sat up he was already in the perfect position. sitting on my knees, I pulled his pants and boxers off all the way. Taking the tip of his cock into my mouth, coating it in my spit and popping off of it once more. “I'm not going to be the best at this..” He laughed at my nervousness. “Don't laugh at me-!”

He cut me off by cradling my face in his hands, and slowly pushing my head down onto his cock. “don't worry just let me guide you.” he whispered out in a husky tone, pushing my head in rhythm. I opened my throat the best i could trying to relax, his hips buck into my mouth, quietly groaning. The closer he got to cumming the faster his pace went, I could feel the hand prints that were going to be left on my face after he was done with me.

“Swallow.” IS THAT THE ONLY WARNING I GET- Suddenly I felt a hot liquid go down my throat, only having to swallow the bit that landed in my mouth during Anthony’s last thrust. He was quick to pull out of my mouth, leaning down to kiss my cheeks softly, while running his hands through my hair. “You did so good taking me, darling. So good.” I stood up quickly, almost falling from dizziness due to the speed of my movement. Steadying myself, I sat on Anthony's lap, Kissing at his neck and grinding my hips down creating friction. he pushed my head away and instead went to leave hickeys on my neck. “Use your words darling, what do you want?” – “I want to have my way with you.” His eyes widened when I so desperately asked for his body.

“I’ll do anything you please. Suck your cock again, fuck myself on your fingers, Just please give me something.” Every word left him more and more speechless. “I-”

He didn't speak for a few seconds, simply laying himself down and drawing my hips up. “Sit on my face, I’ll give you the best orgasm you've ever felt.” I moved without thinking, pulling down my panties, crawling forwards to him, almost nervous to have my cunt so close to his face. He hooked his arms around my thighs pulling me down to sit on his face. “Oh shit!” I gasped in surprise, shuttering when his tongue came to lick and suck at my clit. God, it made a chill go down my back. His tongue pushed into my cunt in one quick motion, he was using his arms to guide my hips on his tongue making this feeling absolutely perfect. Slowly a coil started to form in my stomach, and unlike its building it quickly broke.

when I moved away from his face he was covered in my cum, using his hands to wipe and lick it off his fingers. “You taste so good.” I knew he was lying, Cum tasted horrible I should know. But the way he absolutely devoured what was on his fingers, like he was having his last meal before the electric chair, I almost believed him. We both laid on his bed for a minute, before I finally got up and went to the bathroom, coming back out with a towel and wet washcloth. Anthony is now sitting back with his back to his head board. He took it from me as soon as I got to bed. Wiping his mouth off first, and then focusing on me purely.

“I can't get enough of you.” Anthony kissed my cheek. It was quiet while he cleaned us both off. Neither of us wanted to whisk the comforting silence away. Until he finally spoke up. “What does this make us now?” I shrugged my shoulders letting him lean his chin on my stomach, looking up at me. “What do you want to be Lockwood?” He grinned at me with his megawatt smile. “Well if you're going to be my girlfriend I don't think you should call me Lockwood. I much prefer Anthony from you.” “Well Anthony, I like that as well.”

The next thing I knew I was holding his head in my arms falling fastly asleep, content in where the night took us.

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“So we're murdering them when they wake up right?” Lucy nodded along with George who was making tea in the kitchen. “It's either murder or they get us noise canceling headphones.” He agreed, laughing turning into the fake crying.

If this is bad I'm sorry, Anyways- this is basically a test before I write part 2 of the café fic- Because im scared it won't be well and ya'll will be disappointed :D SO PLEASE GIVE ME FEEDBACK!!

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