NOW IM RUNNING WITH MY DRESS UNBUTTONED, SCREAMING BUT DADDY I LOVE HIM IM HAVING HIS BABY, NO IM NOT,

NOW I‘M RUNNING WITH MY DRESS UNBUTTONED, SCREAMING “BUT DADDY I LOVE HIM” I’M HAVING HIS BABY, NO I’M NOT, BUT YOU SHOULD SEE YOUR FACES

AHHHHHHH

❗️❗️❗️

hear me out. reggie in animagus form seeking refuge in a muggle home after destroying the horrocrux. and falling in love with the reader. please tell me someone wrote this so i don't have to

thanks for the tag @amongemeraldclouds @obsessedwithceleste ❤️

this is so hard!! i just wanna declare that i love every single song and my favorites will probably change every other week, but right now these are them:

np tags: @ahead-fullofdreams @blooberry-bagel @mitskiswift99 @novelizt @mqstermindswift @ anyone who wants to join!!

(ignore this if you’re not a swiftie or just don’t want to participate, sorry :))

TTPD tag game! 🤎 List your top 5 songs.

My honorable mentions: The Alchemy and thanK you aIMee 🩶

Np tags (template below the line): @obsessedwithceleste @wordsarelife @pizzaapeteer @finalgirllx @thatdammchickennugget @musingsofahufflepuff and anyone else who wants to do it. Please ignore if I tagged you and you’re not a Swiftie.

was way too good!! didn’t know how much i missed lockwood until i read this! 🥹😭❤️

got love-struck, went straight to my head

anthony lockwood x fem reader 1.5k

— lockwood holds you hostage (aka does his skincare routine for you) while you’re half asleep

notes. i bet you’d thought you’d seen the last of this man on my blog but u were WRONG. prompt from @novelbear !! happy one year of tangledinlove and you can hear it in the silence <3 i love you cameron chapman as anthony lockwood i love you

“Alright, we’re here—Yes, thank you. Have a good night.”

Your side grows cold as Lockwood slips away from you. “Thanks for what?”

“I was talking to the cabbie, love.”

“Oh, sorry.” You pat around the empty space where Lockwood had just been sitting and feel him slot your fingers together to help you out of the car.

He’s so lovely that he lets you lean on him all the way up to the staircase. You take synchronized steps, your right arm curled around his left and your face squished against his white button up. He urges you through the door but pauses once he locks it behind you.

“You should probably open your eyes for the steps.”

“Can’t. I’ll be awake if I do.”

“Don’t let go, then,” he says, as he does the walking for the both of you.

You’re happy when he goes slow enough so that you don’t trip and fall and eat the fabric on the steps. You’re less happy when he uses your grip on his arm to steer you in the direction of the bathroom.

“Lockwood, no,” you groan. You throw up a hand in front of your eyelids when he flicks the overhead lights on. “It’s too late for this.”

His whole body moves with his laugh so you have to as well, wrapped firmly around his arm. “Go get changed, then. I’ll just be a second.”

Holding Lockwood’s face in your hands and marveling over his smooth skin is fun until it means he actually abides by his skincare routine. It’s the first thing he does in the morning and the last thing he does before he sleeps (in addition to giving you a big kiss), and you admire his dedication until it means he’s wriggling out of your half-asleep grasp just so he can wash his face.

You tilt your head up and hope your distaste is obvious. He knows you’re not going to leave.

“I’ll wash your face, too.” He’s probably smiling as he says it. You know he’s offering just to soften the blow of keeping you awake for an extra few minutes. “Your skin will feel so nice in the morning.”

Your nap in the car means you haven’t seen his face in about an hour, so you think it’s finally the proper time to open your eyes. He’s smiling in just the way you’d predicted, and you give in immediately, pressing up on your toes to kiss his cheekbone. “Okay.”

He’s handsome all the time, but there’s something special in his eyes when he smiles. You feel so lucky.

“You’re gonna need to let go of my arm, though.”

You don’t scowl again even though you want to. His limb is released back to him very reluctantly.

“I’m excited,” he admits, lining up a few bottles by the edge of the sink. “You never let me do this.”

“It’ll be fast, right?”

“I’ll go fast for you.”

“Thank you.”

“I’ll do me first and then you after.” He hands you your toothbrush, a dollop of toothpaste already sitting on the end.

(He’s right. He is being super fast, cause you have no idea when he’d managed that.)

“Brush your teeth,” he says.

You’re lazy. You start to wish you’d abandoned him to his silly routine and gotten your pyjamas on, but then you picture yourself alone in his big cold bed and are grateful you didn’t.

You watch him run through the steps like you have a million times before, getting a little distracted by how nice he looks with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

You realize he’s grinning at you after a few seconds of both of you staring at each other.

“Love, are you done?”

Lockwood’s skin is glowing the way it does when he’s all done his routine, and you realize you’ve been looking at him for far too long. He’s kind enough to not say anything about it when he holds your sleeves back so you can rinse out your mouth.

Or, his sleeves.

The black fabric is soft over your arms and you’re reminded that he’d given you his suit jacket earlier when you’d gotten cold. You think the two of you look a little funny when you stand up properly to look in the mirror. The front pieces of his hair are a little damp from when he’d washed his face, and the rest of his usual hairdo is just barely in place, windswept and messy after your long day. You probably look a little crumpled from your nap in the cab, which is why you much prefer to look at him instead.

Lockwood swipes at a bit of water under your chin so it doesn’t get on your dress, and you give him a very wet kiss on his jaw in thanks.

“Are you ready?” he asks, surprisingly energetic for this time of night. He slips some sort of headband over your head to keep your face clear, and pops the cap off of his first bottle.

“I’m ready to sleep.”

“We will in ten minutes. Less than.”

“We better.”

Lockwood’s clearly having fun running through the steps of his routine with you, and you hear him laugh while he struggles to rinse off your face in the sink.

“Stop squirming,” he reminds, swiping a piece of hair away from your face.

“Your hands are cold.”

“Sorry.” He puts the back of his ice cold hand to your neck and hides his snicker when you start complaining. “Just one last thing.”

He looks so focused while he works some sort of serum into your skin and you can’t help but pinch his cheek. He smiles and pretends like he’s going to bite at your fingers.

“All done,” he says, patting your face one last time. You give him your best half-asleep smile. Your skin feels as refreshed as he always claims it makes him feel, and it warms when he presses a kiss to the apple of your cheek.

“Let’s go, please.” You flick off the light and watch in dismay as he reaches past you to turn it back on. He reaches for his toothbrush with a very pointed look.

“Dental hygiene is no joke,” he reprimands.

“How could I have forgotten?” you say flatly. You step behind him to wrap your arms around his waist. “Your winning smile is the agency’s most valuable possession.”

“Very true,” he says around his toothbrush. “How else are we supposed to get out of our next traffic violation?”

“Maybe you can whack the officer over the head like last time.”

Lockwood guffaws. “That was an accident—”

“—You can take your rapier and just—”

You imitate the sound of someone being knocked to the ground, and he squeezes one of your hands that are wrapped around his front.

He spits into the sink, his shoulders shaking with his laugh.

“Barnes was not happy about that.”

“Is he ever happy about anything?”

“Hm. No.”

He finally turns out the lights, and he drapes an arm around your shoulders.

“Thank you for coming with me tonight.” He leans down to press kisses along the crown of your head. “Don’t think I would’ve gotten through that conversation with Kipps if you weren’t there.”

You grin. He really enjoys taking a shot at Kipps whenever the opportunity arises. “Thank you for inviting me. The food wasn’t nearly as bad as it usually is.”

“Did you try the canapés? They were awfully good this time around. I think they got a new chef.” He swings his door open quietly so as to not disturb George and Lucy.

“Hm. I think so, too.” You watch as Lockwood shifts the collar of his shirt and add, “I was happy I got to see your new tie, too.”

“Thank you.” He gives you a bashful smile when you step closer to him to loosen it. It’s a gorgeous plum color, and had been recent gift from George. It matches the color of your dress. “You’re always so lovely.”

Lockwood sits down in the chair in the corner of his room and gestures for you. You feel your face warm when he unbuckles the strap of your shoes, quick and easy.

You wonder if there will ever be a time when you don’t get giddy at everything Lockwood does.

“I love you,” you say once he gets back up. “I didn’t think it was possible to be so happy.”

“I love you, too. I’m very glad I live in a day and age where I get to look at your face everyday.”

Lockwood doesn’t let you struggle through anything. He unzips the back of your dress for you and helps you into your pyjamas despite you telling him you can do it yourself.

When you’re both settled into bed, you give him enough thank you kisses to last a lifetime, and you tell him as such.

Lockwood gives you a grin that lights up his eyes, and you have a feeling you know exactly what he’s going to say before the words come out of his mouth.

“You know there’s no such thing as enough kisses from you.”

notes. is it crazy to say i got emotional writing this lol. i love him so much someone please justify me writing for him again

ROCKSTAR!AU

for my series, theo has a special and specific nickname for the reader. this is especially important, because he writes a song, featuring that nickname. through brainstorming and your guys' help, i narrowed it down to these four (who will each have their own backstory), but for now, which do you like best just for how it sounds?

this just came out of nowhere, but i’m so happy! gonna report back when i finished reading! 🤭

got love-struck, went straight to my head

anthony lockwood x fem reader 1.5k

— lockwood holds you hostage (aka does his skincare routine for you) while you’re half asleep

notes. i bet you’d thought you’d seen the last of this man on my blog but u were WRONG. prompt from @novelbear !! happy one year of tangledinlove and you can hear it in the silence <3 i love you cameron chapman as anthony lockwood i love you

“Alright, we’re here—Yes, thank you. Have a good night.”

Your side grows cold as Lockwood slips away from you. “Thanks for what?”

“I was talking to the cabbie, love.”

“Oh, sorry.” You pat around the empty space where Lockwood had just been sitting and feel him slot your fingers together to help you out of the car.

He’s so lovely that he lets you lean on him all the way up to the staircase. You take synchronized steps, your right arm curled around his left and your face squished against his white button up. He urges you through the door but pauses once he locks it behind you.

“You should probably open your eyes for the steps.”

“Can’t. I’ll be awake if I do.”

“Don’t let go, then,” he says, as he does the walking for the both of you.

You’re happy when he goes slow enough so that you don’t trip and fall and eat the fabric on the steps. You’re less happy when he uses your grip on his arm to steer you in the direction of the bathroom.

“Lockwood, no,” you groan. You throw up a hand in front of your eyelids when he flicks the overhead lights on. “It’s too late for this.”

His whole body moves with his laugh so you have to as well, wrapped firmly around his arm. “Go get changed, then. I’ll just be a second.”

Holding Lockwood’s face in your hands and marveling over his smooth skin is fun until it means he actually abides by his skincare routine. It’s the first thing he does in the morning and the last thing he does before he sleeps (in addition to giving you a big kiss), and you admire his dedication until it means he’s wriggling out of your half-asleep grasp just so he can wash his face.

You tilt your head up and hope your distaste is obvious. He knows you’re not going to leave.

“I’ll wash your face, too.” He’s probably smiling as he says it. You know he’s offering just to soften the blow of keeping you awake for an extra few minutes. “Your skin will feel so nice in the morning.”

Your nap in the car means you haven’t seen his face in about an hour, so you think it’s finally the proper time to open your eyes. He’s smiling in just the way you’d predicted, and you give in immediately, pressing up on your toes to kiss his cheekbone. “Okay.”

He’s handsome all the time, but there’s something special in his eyes when he smiles. You feel so lucky.

“You’re gonna need to let go of my arm, though.”

You don’t scowl again even though you want to. His limb is released back to him very reluctantly.

“I’m excited,” he admits, lining up a few bottles by the edge of the sink. “You never let me do this.”

“It’ll be fast, right?”

“I’ll go fast for you.”

“Thank you.”

“I’ll do me first and then you after.” He hands you your toothbrush, a dollop of toothpaste already sitting on the end.

(He’s right. He is being super fast, cause you have no idea when he’d managed that.)

“Brush your teeth,” he says.

You’re lazy. You start to wish you’d abandoned him to his silly routine and gotten your pyjamas on, but then you picture yourself alone in his big cold bed and are grateful you didn’t.

You watch him run through the steps like you have a million times before, getting a little distracted by how nice he looks with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

You realize he’s grinning at you after a few seconds of both of you staring at each other.

“Love, are you done?”

Lockwood’s skin is glowing the way it does when he’s all done his routine, and you realize you’ve been looking at him for far too long. He’s kind enough to not say anything about it when he holds your sleeves back so you can rinse out your mouth.

Or, his sleeves.

The black fabric is soft over your arms and you’re reminded that he’d given you his suit jacket earlier when you’d gotten cold. You think the two of you look a little funny when you stand up properly to look in the mirror. The front pieces of his hair are a little damp from when he’d washed his face, and the rest of his usual hairdo is just barely in place, windswept and messy after your long day. You probably look a little crumpled from your nap in the cab, which is why you much prefer to look at him instead.

Lockwood swipes at a bit of water under your chin so it doesn’t get on your dress, and you give him a very wet kiss on his jaw in thanks.

“Are you ready?” he asks, surprisingly energetic for this time of night. He slips some sort of headband over your head to keep your face clear, and pops the cap off of his first bottle.

“I’m ready to sleep.”

“We will in ten minutes. Less than.”

“We better.”

Lockwood’s clearly having fun running through the steps of his routine with you, and you hear him laugh while he struggles to rinse off your face in the sink.

“Stop squirming,” he reminds, swiping a piece of hair away from your face.

“Your hands are cold.”

“Sorry.” He puts the back of his ice cold hand to your neck and hides his snicker when you start complaining. “Just one last thing.”

He looks so focused while he works some sort of serum into your skin and you can’t help but pinch his cheek. He smiles and pretends like he’s going to bite at your fingers.

“All done,” he says, patting your face one last time. You give him your best half-asleep smile. Your skin feels as refreshed as he always claims it makes him feel, and it warms when he presses a kiss to the apple of your cheek.

“Let’s go, please.” You flick off the light and watch in dismay as he reaches past you to turn it back on. He reaches for his toothbrush with a very pointed look.

“Dental hygiene is no joke,” he reprimands.

“How could I have forgotten?” you say flatly. You step behind him to wrap your arms around his waist. “Your winning smile is the agency’s most valuable possession.”

“Very true,” he says around his toothbrush. “How else are we supposed to get out of our next traffic violation?”

“Maybe you can whack the officer over the head like last time.”

Lockwood guffaws. “That was an accident—”

“—You can take your rapier and just—”

You imitate the sound of someone being knocked to the ground, and he squeezes one of your hands that are wrapped around his front.

He spits into the sink, his shoulders shaking with his laugh.

“Barnes was not happy about that.”

“Is he ever happy about anything?”

“Hm. No.”

He finally turns out the lights, and he drapes an arm around your shoulders.

“Thank you for coming with me tonight.” He leans down to press kisses along the crown of your head. “Don’t think I would’ve gotten through that conversation with Kipps if you weren’t there.”

You grin. He really enjoys taking a shot at Kipps whenever the opportunity arises. “Thank you for inviting me. The food wasn’t nearly as bad as it usually is.”

“Did you try the canapés? They were awfully good this time around. I think they got a new chef.” He swings his door open quietly so as to not disturb George and Lucy.

“Hm. I think so, too.” You watch as Lockwood shifts the collar of his shirt and add, “I was happy I got to see your new tie, too.”

“Thank you.” He gives you a bashful smile when you step closer to him to loosen it. It’s a gorgeous plum color, and had been recent gift from George. It matches the color of your dress. “You’re always so lovely.”

Lockwood sits down in the chair in the corner of his room and gestures for you. You feel your face warm when he unbuckles the strap of your shoes, quick and easy.

You wonder if there will ever be a time when you don’t get giddy at everything Lockwood does.

“I love you,” you say once he gets back up. “I didn’t think it was possible to be so happy.”

“I love you, too. I’m very glad I live in a day and age where I get to look at your face everyday.”

Lockwood doesn’t let you struggle through anything. He unzips the back of your dress for you and helps you into your pyjamas despite you telling him you can do it yourself.

When you’re both settled into bed, you give him enough thank you kisses to last a lifetime, and you tell him as such.

Lockwood gives you a grin that lights up his eyes, and you have a feeling you know exactly what he’s going to say before the words come out of his mouth.

“You know there’s no such thing as enough kisses from you.”

notes. is it crazy to say i got emotional writing this lol. i love him so much someone please justify me writing for him again