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Can you write a George Karim x reader fic with early morning cuddles? 🙏🙏
—daylight
pairing: george karim x reader
summary: early morning cuddles, mostly just fluff
you stretched you arms out, turning around in the bed and facing, what was meant to be your boyfriend. but to your worry, the side of the bed was empty, covers thrown away lazily and no trace of the boy you loved. there was a moment of hesitation, in which you considered just screaming his name, scared that something has happened, but before you could do anything, you heard the familiar scraping of a pen on paper.
as you looked up towards the desk, you could see the back of his head.
"Georgie?" you mumbled, voice still raspy, the tiredness not having left your body just now.
"oh!" he turned around to look at you "you're awake already" he had to snicker at the state of your hair, you always messed it up with your hands while you slept. not even his own hair was safe from it.
you threw a look towards the clock at your right and understood why George was questioning why you were already awake. it was only six.
"why are you up, baby?" you muttered and Georges cheek tinted pink by the nickname. but there was only so much you could see of his face, considering that it was so early and you were living in London. "come back to bed, so we can sleep some more"
George contemplated, before he finally shook his head "I'm sorry, y/n" he said "I really have to finish this"
"ugh" you replied "can't you continue working at like nine or something? if it's lockwood who's--"
"--it's not lockwood" George interrupted "I really want to finish this"
"do it later" you tried again "please, baby. come back to bed"
George had already turned around to his desk, when his head suddenly shot in the air at your words. the usage of the nickname seemed to absolutely confuse and flatter him at the same time. he threw a last look to the writings on the desk, before he got up and crossed the room.
as he came closer you could see how red his face had gotten. he took of his glasses and crawled into bed beside you.
"alright" he said, opening his arms, so you could lay on his chest "just promise me that lockwood won't ever find out about that nickname, okay?"
"you don't like it?" you pouted, turning your head so you could catch his eyes, he was already looking at you.
"of course I do" he took great offence to you thinking otherwise. "it's just-- I mean, you know lockwood. he wouldn't shut up about it"
"lockwood is a dick" you nodded, thinking back to that head size drawing you had done on the thinking cloth. you had never spent as much time fighting a ghost, then you had painting that picture of lockwood getting his head bitten off by a shark.
"I love you y/n" George muttered, while his eyes slowly closed. his hair was tickling your forehead and you smiled at the overworked boy, your overworked boy. glad that he was getting some sleep now, even if you practically had to flirt him back to back
is arms were draped around you, while you snuggled your head into the crouch of his neck, planting a kiss next to his collarbone, before you returned to your position on his chest.
"night, baby" you responded and watched as Georges cheeks grew flustered once again. then you closed your eyes. still wrapped up in the boy by your side.
it didn't even take a week, until lockwood heard of your new nickname for George, making fun of it the whole time the team was on a mission. later that day, you drew another piece of art, which featured lockwood being chased by a killer, holding an axe, while you and George stood next to them, getting married.
hopefully that scenery would come true some day. well at least half of it, you didn't really believe in weddings that much.
Hey! I love your Lockwood&Co. works, they are so good, so I wanted to know if you could write something for Anthony Lockwood with the only one bed trope, just some awkwardness and fluff if thats possible
—cruel summer
pairing: anthony lockwood x fem!kipps!reader
summary: there’s just one bed, luckily y/n is the most brilliant person lockwood knows… or is she?
note: forced proximity, awkwardness, n/n= nickname
also thanks for your sweet words!! ❤️
“well, this is unfortunate” Lockwood muttered upon the sight in front of you. there was only a single bed in the motel room you two had booked for the night, with the rest of the rooms rented out as well
“oh, shit” you agreed, nodding
it wasn’t out of the ordinary that your brothers team would work with Lockwood and co these days. since Quill had lost his talent, he had appointed himself as the new supervisor of the latter. Not that Lockwood and you had minded, you always got a long pretty well, much to the dismay of your brother, but this was definitely uncomfortable.
you were out of london, in a little town, where a more or less dramatic ghost problem had popped up. you had just finished your mission and were about to catch the train, when it was announced that they wouldn’t drive out here until the next week.
so there wasn’t anything else you could do then get a room and wait until Quill would pick you up in the morning. gas was cheaper than paying horrendous cab prices.
“so…” Lockwood trailed off, watching your every move. you had set down your bag and went to inspect the bed. it wasn’t like… small, but it still wasn’t meant for two people
“okay, here’s what we do” you instructed “it’s build out of two parts, we drag them apart and leave a little bit in the middle, so it’s still wide enough for the both of us. then we put a blanket on top, so no one will fall inside, and even if we lay on top of it, the weight of the other will prevent us from falling”
“brilliant” Lockwood nodded open—mouthed. it’s not like he wasn’t used to your incredible intelligence. it had been especially weird when he first met you after knowing Kipps for such a long time. his brain couldn’t comprehend the fact that Quill Kipps out of all people had an extremely brilliant sister.
he helped you move the bed and arranged it to your liking
“just like that” you smiled clapping your hands together
“Kipps must be adopted” Lockwood joked and you smiled at his silliness
“he probably was” you agreed laughing, before you retracted to the bathroom to change into something more comfortable. it wasn’t like you brought sleepwear, but you had some comfortable clothing for the long train ride.
“can i come out?” you called into the room after a few minutes
“yes”
you stepped back into the room, just to have your street clothes meet the floor at the sight you were seeing in front of you
“why in hell are you shirtless?” you screeched, bending down and picking up your clothes and throwing the first thing that got into your hand
it wasn’t one of your most brilliant moments, you quickly realized, when it was your bra, Lockwood had caught and was now holding in front of his chest
“why did you throw your bra at me?” he screeched back, matching your tone and holding up the lazed clothing
“i asked first” you stomped forward and ripped the bra out of his hand
“it was hot” he shrugged his shoulders “there’s enough room now, so i thought you wouldn’t mind”
“well, i don’t”
“good”
“good”
you both got into the bed on your respective sides.
“good night”
“night”
— — — —
you were freezing. that’s why you cuddled even deeper into the person next to you. the bed beneath you was cold, so now you were nearly completely laying on his body
his body
—wait
you opened your eyes and noticed that you were no longer laying on the bed. you had fallen in between the open bit in the middle. the gap now as wide as the bed had been. the only thing you had tried to prevent.
but how was that possible? your idea had been perfect. the weight of the other would’ve prevented falling through it.
that’s when you remembered the body next to you. you turned your head and found the eyes of Lockwood, who had just woken up as well and had probably wondered the same as you
“ahhh” you screamed, Lockwood chiming in a second later. you both turned your heads away and found Kipps standing at the end of the room
he now joined your screaming as he noticed you both.
you were sure it had been minutes of you three screaming at each other, before you eventually stumbled onto your feet
“enough” you called
“what are you doing?” Quill stepped forward and stabled your body “why are you naked?” he then asked Lockwood, who was still sitting on the ground, only his trousers covered with the blanket. he was still not wearing a shirt so you deemed the question as fitting.
you swore you had never seen anybody stand up so abruptly like Lockwood, trying to prove that he was indeed not naked
but Quill, assuming the boy was naked, quickly raised his hands, covering his eyes, so he let go of you.
in a series of consequences of his quick actions, Lockwood stumbled forward, dragging you with him, the blanket still wrapped around both of your feet, so you couldn’t prevent you both from falling.
you hit the ground with a thud. a pillow flying up in the air as if you were in a cartoon.
“ouch” you muttered from on top of Lockwood
“i’m not naked” Lockwood said, so Quill would finally release his eyes and help you to stand up
sitting down on the bed across from you, with you both on the other side, he tilted his head.
“tell me what i’m supposed to think, entering this room and seeing you and my sister on the ground cuddling. you wearing nothing and she wearing an oversized shirt”
“well, if you put it like that” Lockwood looked up at the ceiling
“we weren’t cuddling”
“oh believe me, you were”
“yeah, but only because of a series of unfortunate events” Lockwood muttered, matter of factly
“see? i had a brilliant idea that should’ve prevented us from falling into the middle.. somehow it didn’t work”
“what was it?”
“we put that blanket on top. your sister was smart enough to know, that when one of us would lay on top of the middle, the others weight would stop them from falling”
“oh my god” Quill’s head sank into his hands “y/n, this is the first moment ever i’ve seen you being this dense”
“excuse me?!” you shrieked offended
“i mean, isn’t it obvious that to balance the weight, there would’ve needed to be another person on the other side of the bed”
“oh” you exclaimed
“yes oh” Quill laughed “now let me draw this out for you—“
“—i don’t think you need—“ Lockwood tried to stop your brother in the hopes to keep that big of dignity you both had left
“no, no, tony, please be my guest” Quill laughed “n/n, you move a lot in your sleep. you roll onto the middle, and— here i’m giving you the benefit of the doubt— lay there for a few minutes, well only until the blanket gave in. than you fall into the gap, and because tony here is still lying on top of the blanket, he is dragged in with you. and because you’re both heavy sleepers you probably just got comfortable”
“yeah—“
“—that could’ve been what happened—”
“—totally—“
“—obviously”
Quill watched as your heads turned to each other and kept on adding to the words of the other
“let me interrupt this” he muttered standing up from the bed “there’s just one thing i don’t get”
he walked across the room and bent down to the ground, picking up something.
“what is this?” he turned around dramatically and was holding your bra between his pinched fingers
“y/n’s bra?”
“my bra?”
you and Lockwood exclaimed at the same time, like Quill was officially interrogating you
“yeah, but why is y/n’s bra on the ground and not on your body?” he threw it towards you and you caught it
“because it’s uncomfortable?” you asked like it was obvious
“oh, okay, then forget the rest” Quill muttered “see you outside in ten. case closed” he bowed down like he was Mister Sherlock Holmes himself and left the room
“he might not be adopted” Lockwood quickly breathed
“yeah” you agreed “he might not be”
—it’s nice to have a friend
pairing: anthony lockwood x reader
warnings: mentions of blood and injury
note: I'm sorry this is so short ahhhh!! I had to re-do this post because it kept on disappearing, I hope everything's fixed now!!
"y/n?" his voice called from far away. you couldn't see anyone, it was so dark, but you could definitely make out his voice. Anthony Lockwood had found you.
the relief you felt was indescribable.
"Lockwood?" you muttered, still not able to open your eyes
"shit, y/n" Lockwood said
now you couldn't just hear him, but feel his touch too. he was holding your shoulders. you slowly opened your eyes and were met with the concerned Anthony Lockwood.
he helped you to sit up, your back leaning against the kitchen counter, while he took the glass of water from off the sink, you had filled, before you had passed out. he passed it to you, and helped you steady your hand while you drank
"what happened, y/n?" he put the glass down on the ground beside you and tried feeling your forehead.
the dried blood was all over your face. it reeked from a little cut right at your eyebrow. you thought it would be fine. but being awake all day and then taking a hit to the head seemed to have been enough to send your body to sleep
"oh" you said, touching the cut and noticing that the blood hadn't dried yet. you couldn't have been out for long. "just a little run in with a ghost. looks worse than it is"
"I found you passed out on the kitchen floor. blood everywhere, for a short second I thought you were-" he didn't finish his sentence. he just looked down ashamed
you leaned forward, knowing the story of his family's loss. "oh, Lockwood" you muttered, softly touching his cheeks.
he looked up and found your eyes. your smile was familiar, and his heartbeat rested upon your sight. he couldn't imagine life without you
"promise me to not ever go out alone when its dark"
"yes, I promise"
"good" Lockwood leaned forward and embraced you in a hug.
you spent a few more minutes sitting on the floor and talking about unimportant things, before he helped you to go to bed. spending the night sleeping on your couch, even aftr you had told him, that you'd be glad to share the bed. Lockwood was always a gentleman
A request if the mood strikes:
I would just like to bring Lockwood a cup of tea in bed. That small kindness. Maybe he is wearing his pajamas or maybe he isn't :)
Thankyou, love @teaandransacking
—peace
pairing: anthony lockwood x gn!reader
summary: y/n is all that lockwood needs, especially in the quiet moments
warnings: some angst, but overall relatively peaceful, got carried away by the song
note: this turned depressing really fast.. sorry.. feel like I'm missing to write angst (feel free to request)
@teaandransacking I hope you like it, as you see I got a bit carried away... like always :) and wow.. I managed to only mention his name twice.. must be a new record
"hey" you smiled softly, opening the door to your favourite boys room.
"hello, darling" he grinned as he noticed your form and the mug you were holding
he was sitting in his bed, wearing his favourite pink pyjamas. you closed the door and set the mug down on his nightstand. "it's your favourite" you exclaimed "just how you like it"
"thank you" he beamed. he lifted the covers so you could slip under. your head went onto his chest and you watched as he took a sip from his mug
you know today wasn't easy for him. it was the day his parents had died all those years ago and your heart would break every second you saw him suffer. you had known him for a few years, and you knew that he would always spend that day in bed. he didn't mind your company though.
"you know that I am here" you said "any time you want to talk, or any time you just want to say nothing. I'll always be here"
"I know" he leaned over and kissed you on the hair "you keep my heart warm"
you knew what he meant by that. your heart felt always warm when you were spending time with him. you would often find yourselves just laying together in his bed or sitting in the library, him reading his magazines and you reading a book. there wasn't much you needed, always finding the most love in the quiet moments.
although you knew that he was everything to you, you often feared that you couldn't make up for the things he had lost. "I'm never really sure if I can give you the peace that you long for" you muttered
Anthony looked down at you and his eyes grew soft as he caught yours, the soft green melting into his dark brown. "oh, darling" he smiled, like you had just questioned such a simple concept "of course you can never give me the peace I need"
you heart sank at that and your eyes teared up a bit
"don't you understand?" his voice was tender "you're my peace"
you smiled at that, raising your head and looking in the face of the boy you had loved for years. "then all I can give you is myself"
"that's all I ever need"
you returned to the silence. it always felt comfortable and natural between you two. Anthony was sipping his tea and you watched him fondly. because of him you knew that love wasn't just for show. you could find it in the quiet moments, chasing each other through dreams and silence. finding each other holding hands, when you sensed that the other wasn't well, without saying a word.
you didn't want to keep your relationship a secret and you didn't, but you knew that when it counted, your love was tender, it was happy, quiet even.
and if it meant to keep him safe and all his sorrows away, you knew that you would die for him in secret.
Lockwood x m or gn readervwhere reader fell alseep Infront of the fire and Lockwood Carey's them up stairs to bed and puts them in their PJs đź–¤
—sweet nothing
pairing: anthony lockwood x gn!reader
summary: some domestic bliss with lockwood
warnings: I don't think any, let me know if I missed anything
note: thanks for the compliment!! also this was so calming to write idk haha
Anthony was standing in the kitchen, cleaning mugs, humming his favourite song, when you entered.
"hey" you smiled, sitting down at the table and laying your arm on top of the chair.
the boy turned around and looked at you, never interrupting his humming. his cheeks grew bright pink, his happiness was radiant and you quickly caught your thoughts wandering off while you smiled fondly at him.
he turned around again to continue his work, while you continued to watch him in domestic bliss. those moments were your favourite, just for once doing normal things and not fighting off ghosts.
you hadn't really noticed your mind slipping away or your eyes slowly closing.
after he had finished, Anthony turned around to talk to you, but he found your sleeping form. your head laying on the armrest of his chair. he smiled, one of his arms went to rest under your knees, the other balanced your body right at your arms.
he brought you up the steps and laid you on top of the bed. he helped you take off your clothes in your half awake stake and got your pyjama pants, before he, to your request, took off his own shirt and slipped it over your head. he changed into his joggers and climbed in bed. your body fully relaxing, now that he was next to you.
when you woke up the next morning, Anthony was still fast asleep. you smiled at the boy and then carefully got out of bed, going downstairs to the kitchen.
"good morning" you smiled at Lucy and George, who were both already sitting at the kitchen table
"where's Lockwood?" George asked confused, not having seen said boy the whole morning. that was quite unusual, considering he didn't nearly sleep enough. those days were treasures to you. days where you beat him in getting up.
"he's still sleeping" George send a look in Lucy's direction, who just shrugged "but I don't think he will be for much longer, so i'm getting him breakfast. he was kind enough to carry me up to bed yesterday"
"kind enough?" Lucy repeated and both her and George broke into obnoxious laughing
"yeah" you replied, not understanding what they were getting at
"y/n" George said softly, like he was talking to a literal child "Lockwood would be kind enough to get rid of a body if you just asked him to"
"oh" you muttered
"they probably wouldn't even have to ask though" Lucy giggled "he would just be able to read that from off their face. that's how well he knows you, y/n"
you smiled at your friends and rolled your eyes, while you finished prepping the breakfast for Lockwood. you didn't eat anything most mornings.
"you guys are just being dramatic again. Anthony wouldn't help me to commit a literal crime"
"yeah sure" Lucy laughed
"if you say so" George shrugged his shoulders and both of them watched you leave the kitchen
you opened the door to your room softly, your eyes falling onto the already sitting boy
"good morning" he beamed "I was just about to get up and search for you" he helped you put down the trail on the bed and watched as you climbed back under the sheets
"how did you sleep?" you asked softly, putting a bit of milk into his tea "amazing" he smiled "like always when you are with me"
you send him a longing smile, before you raised the mug and brought it close to him, until he could take it from you
"thank you for this"
"you're welcome"
you watched as his eyes flew over everything you had fixed for him. tea, toast with nutella, a few grapes and three biscuits. you had been glad that George hadn't tried to slap them out of your hand, though you remembered his eyes following your every move and lingering on your hand a bit too long, like he was debating just to bite it off.
"brave" Anthony praised, seemingly thinking about the same thing.
"what I wouldn't do for you"
"yeah" he laughed "hope you and George are still on speaking terms"
you made a throwing hand gesture "George will be fine"
"yeah, he will. i'd make sure to lock my door every night for a week though"
"hm, maybe you'll have to sleep over for a few more days"
"maybe I have to" Anthony nodded, taking a bite from his toast and then holding it in your direction, so you could take a bite as well.
"I might get used to this bed in breakfast thing"
"yeah, its not bad" you agreed nodding "maybe I could start eating breakfast again"
"yeah, maybe you could do that"
"what I wouldn't do for you"
"we can talk about making this a regular occurrence later, first we'll have to plan how to get rid of George's body, when the case comes that it might be necessary"
"you'd help me to get rid of a body?" you asked astonished, remembering the conversation you had with Lucy and George earlier
"what I wouldn't do for you" Anthony just shrugged and continued biting away on his toast
"oh my god"
Lockwood x sibling reader, with prompts 4, 5, 10, 15? Maybe a mission went badly, reader got hurt and Anthony felt helpless? Love your fics by the way <333
—seven
pairing: anthony lockwood x sibling!reader
summary: a mission went badly, but you and your brother console each other
warnings: near death experience, but apart from that none
prompts: in bold
when you and your friends entered your home on portland row you swore that you had never felt this exhausted before. not just physically, but emotionally as well.
you sat in the kitchen, drinking tea and trying to calm down from the mission that had nearly costed you your life. you all were silent, no one uttering a word. you watched as George and Lucy excused themselves and it was only you and your brother.
"it's late, Anthony, you should be asleep" you muttered, without raising your eyes to look at him. they were fixated on the cup before you. you could hear your brother huff
"you should be asleep as well, n/n"
"I don't think I can sleep tonight" you said quietly and you could feel his eyes soften
"what happened today was scary, if not the scariest thing that has happened since mum and dad.. and I feel worse than ever before, thinking that I could've prevented it"
"it wasn't your fault" you shook your head, your mind going back to the window and your hand, holding on for dear life, before Lucy and George had caught you the moment you had slipped. there wasn't as much as a cut on your palm, but it felt like there was a big scar this night had left on you, at least emotionally.
“don’t act like i’m just some stranger” he said, noticing your discomfort and that there was something else you weren’t telling him “it’s just me, you can tell me”
you breathed deep, noticing that there wasn’t any chance you could lie to him, he just knew you too well
“it’s just-“ you paused, thinking how to phrase it “i always feel so guilty, about being in dangerous situations, i know that i’m the only one you have left, you shouldn’t have to lose me too”
Anthony smiled softly “i feel the same all the time” he confessed “and i think that’s good, it gives us motivation to do all that we can to stay alive, because our life matters to other people. every time i’m out there, in those situations when i think it’s over, i think about you, George and Lucy and that helps me to keep going. no matter how bad a situation is, it would always be worse if i didn’t make it out”
“i’m sorry about what happened today” you said
“no one’s at fault, i’m just glad you’re still here”
“me too”
he leaned forward and hugged you, kissing you on the forehead “i’ll always make sure you’re safe”
“i will do the same for you” you promised “i’m glad you feel similar, i just feel so much better now”
“that’s the goal”
“i’ll keep away from windows from now on, god forbid i fall through one again”
“yeah, just imagine the funeral cost i’d have to tackle” you were glad that no matter the situation, Anthony was always able to slip back into his funny nature when the moment came
“you’re an idiot” you laughed slapping his hand away “when you die i’m gonna bury you in the garden”
“i’ll come back to haunt you if you do that”
“i’d like to see you try” you giggled, rushing out of the room, followed by your brother.
you were glad how everything went tonight. and that inside the walls of portland row, you would always have a family to think of before you went out and got in danger.
—i did something bad
pairing: anthony lockwood x fem!relic!reader
warnings: sexual references, kissing, a bit horny
authors note: wow.. this is by far the horniest piece i've ever written and i don't know if i should feel ashamed or proud.. you tell me please
Anthony Lockwoods hands were bound behind his back. he was sitting on the floor and wasn't able to move a muscle. the room was dark, he was just now coming back to his senses.
"good morning, sleeping beauty" a voice from the corner said, eachoing around the walls in the big room.
"who are you?" Lockwood asked, squinting. he could lightly make out a figure, but it was too dark and the girl, who the voice belonged to, was standing too far from him.
"oh, no one, really" you mused, stepping out of the shadow and in his direction.
you were gorgeous, was all he could and shouldn't think in that moment. you had beautiful h/c hair and your face looked like a statue, aphrodite or something.
"you are Anthony Lockwood, right?" you smiled, and for a second you seemed nice and as if you would help him
"yeah" he muttered "do you mind helping me?" he weakly lifted his arms. you looked around his body
you shook her head "nah" you bent down to his level "i think you look really pretty tied up" you whispered. your hand went to his left shoulder and with one drag forward, he was standing on his feet. "but you look so uncomfortable" you muttered, eyes jumping around the room, before they landed on a couch.
you walked him towards the piece of furniture, turning him around to look at you and then pushing him to land in the soft cushion
"better?" you asked and Lockwood averted his eyes, he didn't like the game you were obviously playing with him.
"look at me, pretty boy" you said, but Lockwood still didn't budge
finally, after a few more seconds of him avoiding your gaze, your hand went to his tie and wrapped itself around it. then you gently dragged. Lockwood could feel your minty breath on his cheek, still looking to the side, but unable to hide his surprise at the sudden proximity.
"why won't you look at me, huh?" you mused and you almost sounded disappointed. "i thought this was going to be fun"
he sighed, before he turned his eyes in your direction. "there he is!" you called and Lockwood had almost smiled. obviously you were the reason he had been unconscious and tied up in the first place, but something about you turned him on in a weird kind of way.
"oh i know that look" you mused, coming impossibly closer to his face to whisper: "desire"
Lockwood closed his eyes, waiting for your lips to connect, but nothing happened. "you didn't think it would be this easy, did you?" you shook your head laughing, letting go of his tie and walking back a few steps. "first you need to tell me a few things"
"yeah? what do you need to know?" he asked sarcastically "i'd love to tell you"
you ignored his tone "where did you get that skull?”
"which skull?” he acted dumb "i don't know what you're talking about"
"oh you do" you mused "it knows things, things only a few people could know. do you know his name, who he was?"
"why do you need to know that?" Lockwood was trying hard not to give in
"i'm noisy" you smiled and he watched intently as your hands went up to your blouse, unbuttoning the first button. "tell me" you smiled suggestively and Lockwood swallowed. he couldn't deny the effect you had on him
he shook his head, not trusting his voice to be steady enough.
you unbuttoned another one. half of your black bra being visible. your hand went back to your ponytail, undoing it.
"ehh" Lockwood stuttered "George he—" he watched as the third button got opened "he stole it"
"did he now?" you smiled, opening the last two buttons and Lockwood swallowed hard. you discarded your blouse, coming closer to the boy. your hand went back to his tie "what else do you know?" you whispered onto his lips "tell me everything"
Lockwood knew he couldn't resist anymore "fittes had it in their archives, only Lucy can talk to it"
"she can?" you asked surprised "i thought i was the only one who could hear him"
Lockwood shook his head and searched for your eyes, that had left his at the reveal.
"do you often do this?" he asked "seducing" he stuttered as your head quickly turned at him
"not as often as i would like, but i think i'm still good enough, yeah?" you asked, grabbing his shoulders and sitting down on his lap "i love doing bad things to pretty boys" you whispered in his ear
"do you, now?" Lockwood repeated your words from earlier
you were impressed that he was still looking up into your eyes, even though your breasts were right in front of him.
"yeah" you came closer "do you mind?"
he shook his head and quicker than he had anticipated, your hands went to his neck and you kissed him. he moaned slightly, looking up at you with begging eyes when you broke the kiss. "let me touch you" he whispered, lips swollen
"oh pretty boy" you mused, clasping your hand around his neck, in a choking manner, without applying any pressure "i don't do touching" you smiled before you dragged him forward and fiercely kissed him. your tung entered his mouth and he quickly took the lead, while now you were left moaning.
"i didn't know, you had it in you" you smiled surpised when you both broke the kiss, because of the lack of air.
"let me show you" he raised his arms
you shook your head laughing "so desperate" you plastered a last kiss on his mouth, before you stood up. "i think that was fair, you told me everything i needed to know and you even received your reward. normally they don't get their reward, but you were a good boy"
his eyes grew big as he watched you put on your blouse and buttoning it up. "can you at least let me go now?"
you had finished getting dressed and were now reapplying your lipstick, that had been lost on his lips.
"sure" you nodded, leaning over him as if you would free his hands, before you gently tucked a knife into the back pocket of his trousers "i think you are more than able to free yourself, pretty boy" you smiled, putting up your hair in a ponytail again "see you around"
"definitely" Lockwood smiled
you quickly left the room and he was on his own, struggling to free his hands.
DAY 2: DRIVING HOME FOR CHRISTMAS
pairing: anthony lockwood x fem!reader
summary: in which you come home for christmas surprisingly and lockwood can proof that his girlfriend is real
notes: this came to me suddenly, because i had to switch some things, don't worry: the regulus one will come, but paired with a similiar request, which i had forgot to connect to each other.
second note: i'm sorry this is so short, but i just had to find something to fill day 2, because of the before mentioned mishap, it's not my best work, but i hope it'll do
there had been times where anthony lockwood had wished upon good friends that could tease him and would keep him company. now he almost wished to burn kipps and george alive.
"so you want us to believe that you 'girlfriend'" kipps raised his fingers, drawing quotation marks into the air "couldn't make it home for christmas"
"that's what i said, yeah" lockwood rolled his eyes
"convenient" george whispered between coughs
"i have a girlfriend" lockwood said aggravated
"sure, buddy" kipps patted his shoulder, almost like he had sympathy for the younger boy
"i do" lockwood repeated more urgently "i literally just got off the phone with her, while you were all sitting here"
"why don't you just call her then?" lucy suggested and she seemed to be the one who was mostly believing right now, so lockwood nodded
"great idea, thank you, luce" he grabbed the telephone from the holder, rolling the numbers quickly. the group waited for someone to pick up, but the call didn't even get through. "oh"
"there was a point about five minutes ago, where admitting you had made her up would've been fine. and now" george paused "now it's just embarrassing, mate"
"i didn't make her up" lockwood protested once again, while kipps' giggle flew through the air. even lucy looked uncomfortable now
"ehh" she said "don't you have photos?"
"she has our photos on her camera"
"convenient" george and kipps sung at the same time.
before lockwood could cry out of sheer frustration, he heard a key turn in the door.
"hello?" a voice called into the hallway "anthony?"
lockwood's eyes lit up at the familiar voice. "huh" he said "you don't believe me? come and see this" he instructed his friends to follow him to the door.
and there were you, already waiting
"y/n" lockwood said smiling "i thought you couldn't make it"
"i wanted to surprise you" you smiled proudly, but you happiness quickly turned into confusion at the unfamiliar and watchful faces behind your boyfriend
"i'm so happy you're here, and" lockwood took a quick look at his friends "just ignore them"
you nodded. lockwood smiled even wider, before he planted a short kiss on your mouth.
kipps and george choked on their breath at the exact same second.
"meet my girlfriend, guys" lockwood smiled and pointed at you
"wow" said lucy giggling "she seems to be real. do you need further confirmation or can we eat the cookies now?" she looked at kipps and george, who still stood in place. "okay" lucy muttered. then she grabbed you gently and walked you around the boys while interlacing your arms. "i'm lucy, you must be y/n"
the three boys watched them walk off into the kitchen. lockwood laughed at the dumbfounded expression of his friends, before he followed you.
"what an unexpected turn of events" george mumbled
kipps nodded "quite unexpected indeed"
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DAY 16: IT'S BEGINNING TO LOOK A LOT LIKE CHRISTMAS
pairing: anthony lockwood x gn!reader
summary: lockwood is as cooky as usual, luckily you are used to it by now
warnings: a bit suggestive
notes: another one that isn't christmas themed, but something i have kept in the drafts for a longggg time
the woods were dark, while lockwood and you were making your way through. occasionally, you had to cut some undergrowth, but you were managing.
it could've been a pretty night, if it weren't for you two searching for a ghost, that had been hunting those woods for years.
"nope, wrong direction" you said when lockwood tried to take the left path. you pointed to your right "we have to go this way"
lockwood let out a sigh, before he ultimately gave in, following your advice. "do you have to be such a know-it-all all the time?" he asked annoyed.
"no" you shrugged "but you would have to be right for that to happen"
he send you a look and you grinned. "i'm friends with the wrong people to not be a know-it-all" you exclaimed "except george of course"
"of course" lockwood smiled sarcastically.
"i wonder how you ended up here with us sometimes" lockwood said after a few minutes of you two silently walking next to each other.
"of all people, you are in no position to criticise my life choices" you muttered, but he didn't even seem to mind. you looked up at him, your hand on a tree, before you just closed your eyes. "it's near" you whispered.
instead of getting serious, lockwood tried continuing your conversation.
"it was me, wasn't it?" he asked
"huh?" you turned back to him "what?"
"that made you stay" he said "when you first came to find the agency"
"of course" you rolled your eyes, so he couldn't see.
"i knew it" he muttered behind you, but you paid no mind to him.
you came to a halt suddenly, when you noticed the thing on the ground and lockwood shamelessly walked into you.
"woah" he looked around you. the bones were laying on the forest floor, and those were probably your source. "great work, darling" he complimented and while you were still frozen in surprise at your sudden finding, he bend down and wrapped them in a silver net.
"should we like, kiss in celebration?" he asked when he had got back to his feet from his kneeling position. you sighed, before you turned around and walked away, he quickly caught up to you.
"stop doing this again"
"what am i doing, darling?" he tried to reach your hand.
"i thought you would eventually stop, but back when weren't together you always used to flirt in the most weird situations, and now you're doing that again"
"yeah, but it got you to sleep with me, didn't it?" "hm" you admitted "because i thought i could change you. seems like you are a lost cause" you giggled to yourself and fastened your pace, knowing that would rile him up.
"oh come on now, sweetheart" he argued "that's just not fair"
"i don't make the rules" you called back laughing and his features quickly formed back into a smile. he caught up to you and you took his hand, walking out of the woods together.
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—change
pairing: anthony lockwood x sister!reader
summary: you get hurt on a date and your brother notices that he has grown apart from you
warnings: mentions of injury, one yr age gap relationship (18 + 17)
notes: lucy, lockwood and george are 20 in this. reader has an age gap of 3 years
growing up you found yourself always wandering in the shadows of your older brother, he was your hero, the ideal person in your eyes and you wanted to be everything he was.
although he was only three years older than you, he grew up a faster after your parents death. he did everything possible to give you the childhood that you deserved to have.
but due to that, your relationship was strained. he thought he was protecting you by keeping you out, but instead you felt like an intruder in your own home, which felt more like Anthony's home now, who had no time to play, or to spend time, always hiding in the library, keeping you away from the things he was dealing with.
you had always hoped to one day repair the relationship you two had lost over the years, but no matter what you tried, it didn't work. so one day you just gave up.
two years later
"Lucy, have you seen my green sweater?" you called up the stairs at your best friend. she didn't answer though, you sighed and walked down to the attic, to hopefully find it in the laundry room.
your brother was training downstairs, jumping around the room and swirling his rapier through the air. you tried to move out of the way as best as you could
anthony sighed and stopped the training procedure. "how many times have I told you, not to come down here, while I'm training?"
another one of the reasons that your relationship was so strained, was that he always expected the most from you, which got tiring after awhile, especially because he was your brother and not your father.
"sorry, anti" you turned your back while you rolled your eyes and walked to the drier "I just need my sweater"
"and how many times have I told you not to call me that"
anti had been his childhood nickname, before you could pronounce his name. you preferred to call him that to this day, because first, he hated it and secondly he really approached everything that concerned you with some anti-attitude, so you thought it fit.
"sorry, dad" you replied sarcastically "won't happen again"
"don't call me that either" he sighed "have you found your sweater?"
you turned to look at him and noticed that he was waiting for you to leave, so he could turn the simulation back on.
"nope, its probably in lucy's room. see you later, anti"
"stop calling--" before he could finish his sentence, you had already made your way back up the stairs and closed the door behind you "sorry" you said to yourself "I sadly can't hear you"
"what?" you turned around to look at george, who was sitting at the kitchen table, papers flooding over the whole table
"nothing" you shook your head "have you seen my sweater?"
"which one?" george asked annoyed
"the green one? the one theo found me pretty in, remember?" you smiled, thinking about the brown haired boy that was part of quill kipps' crew and would go on a date with you later today
"theo rowland?" george repeated "why does it matter what he thinks of you?"
"i'm going out with him today" you rolled your eyes at the boy "and i wanted to wear the sweater"
"i think it's in the bathroom" george shrugged, no longer interested in continuing the conversation. you quickly thanked him, before walking out of the room and getting the sweater, that really had been in the bathroom.
after you had gotten ready, you left the house, making your way to the spot you would meet theo at.
it was later that evening, exactly ten minutes after nine, that anthony lockwood would hear loud and hectic knocking on his door. he had been sitting in the library, reading when he finally decided to open the door, the loud noise getting annoying.
"what is it?" he asked, swinging open the door. he couldn't have guessed who had been waiting in front of it.
"rowland?" lockwood asked surpised "what the hell do you want?"
"lockwood!" theo breathed a sigh of relief "something happened" theo's eyes caught lucy's who was walking down the stairs "something with y/n"
"y/n?" lockwood repeated "y/n's upstairs, what could've possibly happened?" "she isn't" lucy shook her head "she was gone the whole afternoon"
"was she now?" lockwood wondered "listen, rowland, i really don't know what you have to do with my sister, but if you don't mind, i really would love to know where she is"
"the hospital"
"the hospital?" both lockwood and lucy screeched "why didn't you say something sooner?" lockwood eagerly grabbed his coat, before he was out the door and calling for a taxi, lucy close behind him
"what the hell happened?" he turned around to look at Theo, pointing an accusing finger at the boys chest.
lucy was already climbing into the taxi. "come on, lockwood"
"if you did something to her--" he pushed theo back
"lockwood!" lucy called again
lockwood took a look in lucy's direction, deciding that he really didn't have any time to discuss anything with theo, before he looked him up and down again "i will find out if you did and now get lost!" he climbed into the taxi, that drove off after he had closed the door.
"y/n!" the relief in lucy's voice calmed lockwood down a bit.
you opened your eyes slowly, letting them adjust to the light, when you looked around yourself. "hey"
"hey" lockwood said. he took a look at your arm that was in a cast
"what happened?" lucy pointed at your arm
you looked down "i fell, really hard. but theo brought me here quickly, they gave me something to sleep while they fixed it"
"good" lucy nodded, but sensed the outgoing tension from lockwood
"where have you been? why did you leave the house in the first place?"
"i will get a nurse and tell her you've woken up" lucy excused herself from the room, leaving you and lockwood to talk.
"i was on a date" you answered his question hesitantly
"what?" anthony asked loudly "with theo rowland?" he connected the dots in his head
you nodded.
he laughed bitterly, shaking his head, walking around the room. "no you're way too young for dating and theo rowland as well! this is illegal!"
"what are you even talking about?" you asked "theo is not too old for me"
"did he touch you or anything?" lockwood sat down next to you "i can call barnes"
"what? no!" you got angrier at him "he's a good guy"
"yeah" lockwood rolled his eyes "a good guy dating a fifteen year old"
you looked at him stunned. "i'm seventeen"
"huh?"
"i'm seventeen" you repeated louder "and theo is eigtheen, so everything is fine. and if i want him to touch me, i will let him. he's very respectful"
"you're not seventeen" lockwood shook his head in denial
"yes i am" you said, but softer "what year is it, anthony?"
lockwood clasped a hand over his forehead "shit" he mumbled "you're right"
"it's alright" you shrugged your shoulders
"no it's not and i'm sorry" he admitted "i've been a pretty shitty brother these past few years, i should've kept you closer and not try to shut you out."
"don't say that" you exclaimed "of course i wanted to be closer to you, but i know that you did a lot of that so that i would have a happy childhood. you didn't mean to be cruel"
"i didn't" he nodded
"it's not too late"
"yeah" he smiled. "how about when you get discharged we go out for some donuts at arif's? you can bring theo. i scared him pretty badly, but he told me you were here in the first place, so he deserves an apology" "that sounds good" you smiled
"i love you"
"i love you too, anti"
"just today, i won't say anything to that stupid nickname, but only because you're in the hospital"
"okay" you laughed
Relics and Wishes..A.Lockwood (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/370385168-relics-and-wishes-a-lockwood?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=HellooPeoples82 Ryleigh Taylor is trapped. Since her family was killed by a Visitor, she's been wishing for some freedom. Living with her cousin, the one and only relic girl, Flo Bones, Ryleigh hasn't seen London in many years. So when one day she sneaks away and meets the head of Lockwood & Co, all she can do is think about him. Anthony Lockwood. Wishing on stars might not save her but will this boy?
