Fearless

—fearless

pairing: george karim x gn!reader

summary: george admires you deeply. not only because you're his partner, but because you have an extraordinary gift

warnings: slightly suggestive if you squint, mentions of dying, ghosts, the usual

note: i just noticed, that this was probably the last george fic i'll ever write. it was so fun to write and i love george with all my heart. i hope you guys like it!!

the stairs were rusty and every bit of wood was making a sound when you were walking over it. george was following you and even though you knew it were his steps behind you, they still made you turn around and check. just to be sure.

lockwood and lucy were inspecting the first floor of the house, while you had decided to accompany your boyfriend upstairs, feeling like a type two wasn't far away.

george had been impressed by your ghost fighting skills ever since you had joined lockwood and co. you were one of a kind, able to talk to ghosts and calm them down.

george had been a bit suspicious of you when you had told him and lockwood what you could do.

"sure" george had said "you know, when it gets dark i can fly"

lockwood had noticed the look you where sending his friend and had known right in that moment that the two of you were a match made in heaven. or at least thats what he liked to claim.

in reality he had to seperate the both of you, because you kept making each other more angry.

after your first case george had apologized to you and the rest was history.

"do you have the chain?" you turned around to look at him

he patted the bag hanging from his shoulder. you could hear the silver clinging and nodded relieved. "good"

he followed you into one of the bedrooms and closed the door. he put down the bag and started laying down the chain, while you inspected the walls. "not long" you mumbled while checking the temperature.

"i can feel it too" george got up from the ground and watched you closely. you closed your eyes, feeling over the walls and hearing voices fill the room. you gasped, walking backwards, right into george's arms.

"what is it?" he asked worriedly.

"it was an accident" you mumbled "she isn't angry"

as if on cue, a ghost emerged from the wall. she was flowing in front of you in a constant motion.

"then what is she?" george voice slipped into a light panic.

"sad" you answered softly.

even without your special talent, you were able to notice that the ghost in front of you was the opposite of angry. she wasn't even coming closer. her long hair was flowing in the air and her eyes looked so regretful you almost wanted to pack everything up and leave her alone.

"hello" you said instead.

she looked confused at your try to talk with her.

"i'm y/n" you continued. you pointed behind you "this is george"

george raised his hand hesitantely "ehh, hi!"

"and you're maddy, right?" you asked and the ghost smiled "your mum told us about you" what she left out was any information about how her daughter had died. now you were wishing she hadn't. the eyes of the little girl made you so sad, you almost couldn't concentrate. but you had to.

"yeah" george added, unsure if she could understand him as well. but you had told him she could, as long as he was holding onto your hand.

that was another extraordinary thing george had noticed. you were even able to share your talent, by touching other people. he could only admire you for using your power. he had never met someone less scared of ghosts than you. not even lockwood.

no ghost could scare you, he thought. not even wraiths. most of them would calm down by your presence alone. maybe it was that they had no one to talk to before, or it was just something about you. maybe your smile or your kindness that they could feel and would keep them from hurting you.

"mum" maddy repeated and george's eyes grew soft when he heard her voice. it was a lot to see a young girl as a ghost, but her voice tore his heart open.

"yes" you smiled sympathetically. "she moved, that's why she's been gone"

"because of me?" maddy asked.

you shook your head. "no, sweetheart. she wanted to take her with you, but she didn't know how, so she called us"

maddy smiled.

it was true what you were saying. her mum had been too scared to hurt her or destroy the ghost form of her daughter, while she had sworn that she was a friendly ghost. but she wasn't sure how she would react to the strange agents in her house. she had thought that maddy would be angry perhaps. that's why you came as prepared as you were.

lockwood had promised the woman to safely secure her daughters source, so she could take her with her.

"teddy" maddy said simply. your eyes wandered around the room, until they landed on a chair, a little teddybear sitting on top of it.

"this one?" you asked, picking up the bear.

maddy nodded.

"okay" you smiled. "we will put it under this net. you will be gone for some time, but we will give it to your mum and when you wake up, she will be there, okay?"

"okay" maddy said and george was surprised how easy it was to deal with her. almost too easy. as if on cue, you could hear loud sounds from downstairs.

"the man" maddy said fearfully

"what man, maddy?" you asked, hearing lucy cry out your name "you have to tell us, okay?"

"the angry man" maddy said again "he is screaming and he is mean"

"it's alright, sweetheart" you tried to calm her. george had never seen a ghost be scared before. "wrap her source" you took out the silver net and held it in george's direction. "we will make him leave" you assured maddy "and you will be with your mum"

"okay" maddy nodded and the next second she was gone.

"what now?"

"we have to get rid of an angry man" you smiled, leaving the room and dashing down the stairs to help your friends.

lucy and lockwood were in the middle of a fight with the ghost, when you entered the living room. "y/n" lucy called relieved "maybe you can-" she jumped to the side, escpaping a chair the ghost had swung at her "talk to him"

"i'm not sure that will work" lockwood panted, throwing a few saltbombs. "it won't take him long to come back" he fixed his suit.

"we have to find the source" you turned to george, who nodded at that. "you go" you told lucy and lockwood "we will take care of him"

"are you sure?" lockwood asked and you nodded, making a gesture for them to leave the room. "okay" lockwood said "we'll be quick"

"i know" george took his position next to you

"how about some netflix and chill after this?" you asked as soon as your friends had left the room

"y/n!" the shock on george's face made you giggle

"what?" you laughed "a perfectly normal question if you ask me"

"you are always flirting in near death situations" george rolled his eyes

"yeah" you smiled smugly "but it got you to sleep with me, didn't it?"

"oh my god" george hid his face in his hands

"shit" your words made him look up. the ghost was slowly materialising again. you losened your belt, holding it in george's direction

"are you getting undressed?" george asked and his voice seemed to be a pitch higher than usual

"no" you dragged the word out "the belt is filled with saltbombs. i want you to get behind him and throw it, in case my plan doesn't work"

"what plan?"

"just do it, darling" george complied hesitantely, but did eventually walk across the room, behind the patch where the ghost was slowly coming back.

"hello" you muttered "maddy already told us about you"

"a talker" the ghost bid back, in a voice that send shivers down your spine. he seemed to be intrigued by you, which held him back from attacking you. well at least for now. "did she now?"

"she's scared of you"

"did you destroy her?" he was a lot calmer than he was before, george noticed, so he relaxed a bit, having new found trust in your abilities

"no" you said, truthfully "her mum is moving. she couldn't leave her behind" you explained "where did you come from? you weren't mentioned"

"i wasn't mentioned?" he repeated, laughing sarcastically "this is my house. i was here before any of you were even born" he screamed the last part and george was ready to throw the belt.

not yet, you mouthed in his direction. "we want to find your source. you'll be at peace" you said

"you want to destroy me" the ghost corrected angrily, but to george's surprise you didn't falter at his tone, but rather matched it.

"we want to save you" you said between clenched teeth "there's a clear difference there. let us help"

"you can't fool me" the ghost laughed

"fighting me is a lost cause" you crossed your arms "we got the best listener in the country. she will find your source and any fight will be in vain"

"you're foolish" the ghost muttered "you can talk to us and you don't use it for bigger things? we could rule the world" he clenched his fist, raising it diabotically.

"sorry" you smiled "i have a date at seven"

in the exact same second, as the ghost began charging at you, lucy called from the next room. do it you mouthed in george's direction. "contain it!" you called to the next room, moving on your feet quickly, to dodge the ghost's closer coming form.

george threw the saltbombs and a second later, the ghost disappeared. lockwood and lucy came back into the room. lucy held up the silver net, which was wrapped around a book.

"the bible" she said "who would've thought?"

"i don't care about his source" you shrugged your shoulders "let's get maddy back to her mum"

your friends nodded. leaving the house close behind you. ghosts like the second one where the true threat to your world, but maddy was the opposite. you didn't use your powers in a wrong way, like the man had claimed. you were doing the right thing with them. helping people who weren't able to help themselves.

on the way out you interlaced yours and george's fingers, thankful that the world you were living in had at least brought you both together.

EVERYONE REPEAT AFTER ME: LOCKWOOD DAYYYY!!!

my tears ricochet will be posted in an hour!!

—my tears ricochet

pairing: anthony lockwood x gn!reader

summary: you save lockwoods life on a job but he can't save you.. but with a twist

warnings: injury, blood, falling from a building, and angsttt

note: dw it has a happy ending!! i promise

"the source should be upstairs, i can feel it" the adrenaline was rushing through your body and you knew there wasn't enought time to wait for an answer, so you quickly climbed the stairs.

lockwood was hot on your heels. "i'm coming with you"

lucy and george were busy fighting the type two and you didn't have time to argue against him. you ran through the rooms of the upper floor, searching through them, but never finding the source.

"it has to be in there" lockwood pointed to the last door left in the corridor and you nodded eagerly, dashing down the hallway. what you didn't notice, was the second type two emerging from the wall and following you.

lockwood was opening the drawers, while you were busy looking aroung the room as well. none of you noticed the ghost that was coming closer and closer to touching lockwood.

you gasped, upon discovering the source, your head turning to inform lockwood, when you noticed the ghost. there wasn't enough time to throw the silver net, and even if there had been, this was a total different ghost than lucy and george were fighting downstairs, so you couldn't know for sure that was the right source.

you quickly stepped between lockwoods turned body and the ghost. in the same moment you tossed the silver net, just for the small hope that it would actually help you. but before the net hit the source, the ghost had already outstretched it's hand. touching your cheek.

despite the touch being soft, all kinds of emotion hit you and made you stumble backwards. right behind you wasn't a wall or the hallway. it was the open window. with one last bit of your strength you tried to hold onto it, but you couldn't fight against it. not when you were already falling.

"y/n!" you could hear lockwood call, far far away. he was probably busy fighting the ghost now, in the case that the silver net really didn't do anything. at least you had given him a chance.

lockwood fought off the ghost as quickly as possible. his head always turning back to the window, trying to make out your form or how far the ground was away. he stepped aroung the silver net, fixing it's position on the source and the ghost disappeared. he was halfway hanging out the window just a second later, scanning the ground for you or any hit where you had disppeared to.

"lockwood!" the voice finally reached his ears

"y/n?" lockwood turned around, but he was met with lucy and george who looked at him worriedly

"we've been calling you for ages" george muttered

"where is y/n?" lucy tried to look behind the boy before her

"i don't know" lockwood breathed, walking down the hallway quickly. george and lucy close behind him.

"what do you mean?" george asked confused

"did anyone that was ghost touched ever disappear?" lockwood asked "is there a touch or ghost as strong to make you die and disappear on the spot?"

"y/n was ghost-touched?" lucy gasped

"that's what i'm trying to tell you" lockwood said loudly, rushing down the stairs "i think they were and then they fell out of the window and now they're gone"

"they fell out of the window?" george asked, but his question was left unanswered. lockwood was too busy, throwing open the front door and quickly walking around the house.

"they should be here" he looked up to make out the window "they should be right here" he repeated

lucy was holding her hands to her face, sinking to her knees in shock. george was trying to make sense of it all and lockwood was walking from wall to wall, muttering the same sentence over and over again.

"why aren't they here?" he screamed suddenly, holding onto georges collar and shaking him over and over again, until lucy intefered.

"this won't lead us anywhere" she said softly, losening lockwoods hold on george. "george wasn't there when it happened, but you were"

"are you saying it was my fault?" lockwood asked, tears still flowing over his cheeks. his friends could see the trauma that was bubbling up again. old memories entering his brain and spinning the events, so that he would eventually come to the conclusion that he had been at fault.

"no" lucy said "of course not. but maybe you saw something, something that you didn't really notice"

"yeah" george added "just close your eyes and try to remember"

"i-i can't" lockwood could feel the panic bubble up in his chest

"okay, it's alright" lucy tried to calm him down "maybe they are at home"

"i don't know" lockwood looked around once more "what if they are here somewhere? hurt, and we didn't even try to look for them?"

"they aren't here" lucy assured "let's go home and call the hospital, there is no use in panicking right now"

"o-okay" lockwood nodded

lucy had sent george and lockwood into the kitchen, so she could call the hospital, without lockwood hearing the conversation. she wasn't surprised when there was no one there that fit your description

before she could tell either george or lockwood, there doorbell rang. lucy wasn't fast enough to open the door, when lockwood came rushing down the hallway and dragged it open.

"y/n!" he said relieved.

lucy peeked around his shoulder. and indeed, in front of the door were you, accompanied by flo, who was holding you.

"i suggested the hospital, but they wanted to see you first" lockwood was holding you before flo could even finish saying that.

"what happened?" george was standing next to lucy and watching the scene play out in confusion "how did they disappear?"

"they didn't" flo helped lockwood to get you inside and on the couch "they came to me as fast as possible, i don't just carry these around with me for fun" she was holding up an adrenaline shot.

"i knew i needed something fast" you said "flo was the quickest option, i don't think i would've survived without her immediate help"

"no problem" flo shrugged and lockwood sighed

"we thought we had lost you" he muttered "i thought i had lost you"

"never" you smiled "but i couldn't risk that ghost touching you"

"that was so stupid" george shook his head

"and incredibly brave" lucy added proudly

"you're still bleeding from the head" flo reminded, plastering your wound with one of the tissues from the side table.

lockwood was broken out of his trance by that. "yeah, flo's right" he walked back into the hallway, putting on his coat, before he returned "let's get you to the hospital"

everyone helped to get you out of the house and into the nearest cab.

"don't you ever try to save me again" lockwood said later, while he was sitting next to your bed, after the doctor had seen you and you had received medication and bandaging for your head wound.

"oh, lockwood" you sighed "of course i'm always going to save you"

"this one was so close" lockwood nestled his head in your lap "i thought the ghost had touched you and send you into oblivion"

you smiled sadly

"i didn't even hear you hit the ground" lockwood went on "i tried to look for you, but the ghost was still there and by the time i got to the window you were gone"

"i didn't hit the ground" you smiled at the glimpse of relief in his eyes "i fell onto this very old sofa that was standing there perfectly, like it had been waiting to catch me"

"so it didn't hurt as much?" he asked

"not as much as it could've" you shrugged "otherwise my head wouldn't be in one piece anymore"

"oh god" lockwood muttered lowly "that would be awful"

"it would" you grinned

"but i knew if someone could survive this it would be you"

you smiled at his compliment "luckily, because you would be flying through oblivion right now, if i hadn't saved your fine little ass" you giggled at lockwoods dramatically offended expression

"well, thank you for saving my, what did you say? 'fine little ass'?" he laughed "i don't think i got to thank you until now"

"don't worry, you don't have to thank me" you combed through his hair "i'd do it over and over again"

"i would do the same for you"

"i know, darling" you kissed his forehead and watched happily how his eyes fluttered close "i know"

lockwood x reader (can be sibling) where reader is just so reckless all the time and always saves lockwoods life at the expense of her own and one day gets badly hurt doing it and he’s like “it’s like you don’t even want to be alive 🤨” sorry i’m bad at requests but i lvoe your writing

englihs isn’t my first language sorry if it doesn’t make sense i used a translator for some of it 😭🫶🏻🫶🏻

you can find this here: this is me trying

—the last time

pairing: anthony lockwood x sibling!reader

summary: you always throw yourself in harms way to save your friends and especially your brother, this one might've been too far

warnings: mentions of dying and getting hurt

"what the heck happened, lockwood?" barnes was folding his arms "we talked about this"

lockwoods eyes wandered from the ambulance and lucy and you back to barnes. he almost couldn't look him in the eyes. barnes was right. this wasn't the first time this had happened. actually, they had a few conversations about it already and lockwood could see that barnes was at his final point.

"this is exactly the reason every other agency has supervisors"

"we aren't like the other agencies" lockwood quickly argued

"believe me, i know" barnes was massaging the top of his nose "the other agency aren't causing me headaches"

"i'm sorry, inspector"

"this isn't the first time i heard that, lockwood" barnes sighed

"i know" lockwoods eyes wandered back to your shivering form "but it will be the last" he assured "i promise"

"i will take you up on that" barnes nodded, before his eyes turned softer "i'm really sorry for what almost happened today" he patted the boys shoulder

"i know" lockwood nodded, biting his lip as to stop the tears from flowing. barnes pity didn't make it any easier.

the inspector send lockwood another brave smile, before he raised his hand to wave at lucy and you, finally walking off to his car to leave the scene.

later in the evening when you were all home and you were laying in bed, lockwood came to talk to you.

"hey" he muttered softly, sitting down on the edge of your bed

"hi" the guilt was already crawling up your neck

you were a bit stunned when he got straight to the point. "you realize that this was extremely stupid, right?"

your eyes wandered to your hands that were playing with your book.

"what was is this time, y/n?" lockwood continued after your lack of an answer "you fell out of a window" he reminded "just a few metres more and you would be dead right now"

"i'm sorry" you muttered

"why do you always do that? why do you throw yourself in that kind of danger? why don't you never think before you jump?"

you shrugged your shoulders

"we talk about this a million times and you never change the way you behave on cases" he closed his eyes shortly, trying to keep his cool "i pull you out for a month, you come back, behave for like two days and then everything starts all over again. you nearly die every second, barnes is waiting to ban us from the job and the bills pile up more and more. i don't know what do to, y/n. i don't know how to fix it"

you weren't used to see your brother like this. his brown teary eyes stared at you and you felt like crying too. never before had he let you know anything about the struggles he was facing. he was your older brother after all, he was supposed to solve everything on his own. or at least that was what he always thought his job was.

"i don't know how to help you"

"help me?" you repeated "you don't need to. there's nothing wrong with me"

lockwood sighed. more exhausted than ever before. "stop pretending you're okay for a second, alright?"

"i'm not" you protested weakly. you could see in his eyes that heknew you were lying

"you don't have to prove anything. not to me and not to anyone else" he assured. then he leaned forward, inspecting you closely "why do you always save our lives at the expense of yours?"

"i don't"

"yes, you do" he nodded "that is why we are having this conversation now and the last hundred times it happened"

you sighed, knowing that he wasn't going to just leave it

"i'm trying to pay you back, anthony" you said, finally giving in

"what?" he asked stunned "pay me back for what?"

"for saving me and sacrifing so much to take care of me"

he almost looked angry at that "what are you talking about?" he asked "you don't owe me anything, alright? there's nothing you would need to pay back! and when it comes to a dangerous situation i'd rather get hurt than have you in the crossfire"

"no" you shook your head in protest "when it comes down to it, there's one of us that needs to survive and it's not me"

you could see the surprise in his face, before he had even said anything to that. his eyes welled up with tears again. the question he asked next would've probably been deemed silly by you, if it weren't for the seriousness of the conversation and his voice breaking while muttering the words. "y/n" he said softly "do you even want to be alive?"

you gasped, taking a moment to comprehend the weight of that question. "yes" you answered, truthfully "but i could never let something happen to you, don't you understand that? you're all i have left and i couldn't live without you, it's pretty selfish probably" you shrugged your shoulders "i didn't know what would happen to george and lucy as well. none of us is qualified to lead an agency, so they would probably lose their jobs. you're important to all of us, anthony and in comparison no one would care if i suddenly disappeared"

"i would" his voice made you look up "i will always care about what happens to you and though i understand your reasoning i cannot accept it. i wouldn't forgive myself if something happened to you and george and lucy wouldn't either, you're as important as everyone in this house and we won't tolerate you acting like your life doesn't matter"

"but i-"

"no buts, young lady" you giggled at that "i'm your older brother and as long as you're living under my roof, you're going to follow my rules. that includes not jumping out of windows before knowing for sure that there is water underneath them or better not until i told you to jump or it is the safest option to survive, you hear me? survive"

"okay" you nodded

"we will work on this together" lockwood assured "and i will try to not get myself in any situation that would even make it necessary to be saved, alright?"

"sounds good"

"but you're still grounded"

"fine"

he hugged you, happy that you had been honest and that you accepted what he had told you. he kissed your forhead. "after all you're all i have left as well, don't you forget that"

"i won't" you said, looking into his eyes and feeling a bit of the guilt disappear into thin air "i promise"