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Since My Birthday Is Monday I Think I'd Be Fun To Write A Small Birthday Celebration For Reader Who Doesn't

since my birthday is monday i think i'd be fun to write a small birthday celebration for reader who doesn't like their birthday but will celebrate just to make lockwood and co happy? and lockwood figures that out and makes their birthday extra special?!

you can find this here: the very first night

again: very sorry it took me so long!!

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1 year ago

hi! i wanted to know if you could do a george karim x reader with the prompt 20 from the list please? you don’t see many fics of him at all and it’s not fair!!

you can find this here: fearless

1 year ago

all american bitch

All American Bitch

pairing: anthony lockwood x fem!reader

summary: everyone knew there was something wrong in the way that quill talked to you, and slowly you started noticing as well

warnings: swearing, making out, sexual references, trauma, death of a relative and quill acting like a jerk

a/n: i don't particulary like quill in this fic and i'm not really sure if his character development (or the reasons why he did what he did) makes sense, but i just love to write happy endings, so please just ignore it lol

All American Bitch

lockwood was doing what he did often, watching you sit on a stair, wating for your brother to come back, without moving a muscle.

"do you see that?" lockwood turned his head to look at george, pointing you out to his friend "he just lets her sit there and disappears for gods knows how long"

"it's a shame" george nodded and lockwood couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or genuine. "but everyone knows how he treats her, lockwood and it's her own decision, that she tolerates that. i don't think she would fancy you saving her"

lockwood decided to ignore the last thing george had said "how bad of a brother do you have to be for everyone else to know?"

george just shrugged and lockwood was ready to repeat what he had said (for the simple need of getting an answer), when lucy entered his field of vision and involuntary declared herself his new victim.

"thank you, george" lockwood patted his friends shoulder, while pushing his empty glass into the hands of one very confunsed george.

"do you see that?" lockwood stepped next to lucy, without bothering to think of a new introductory sentence.

"huh?" lucy turned her head to the side, confused by lockwoods sudden appearance. "what did you say?"

lockwood pointed in your direction and lucy followed his eyes

"y/n?" lucy asked, not sure what lockwood was saying

"yeah, y/n" lockwood nodded aggravated "just y/n" he took a glass of champagne from one of the servers trays, downing it at once. "he left her waiting again. i thought maybe you could go talk to her, you being a girl and all"

lucy rolled her eyes, glaring at the boy "you want me to go over there and tell her to not accept her brother treating her horribly?"

"precisely"

"her brother who's a decorated member at fittes?"

lockwood nodded again "forget it" lucy shook her head, laughing dryly "i'm not getting involved in quill kipps' mess"

"it's y/n's mess too!" lockwood said angrily, outstretching his arm and pointing his hand in your direction

"why don't you go over there?" lucy crossed her arms, smiling triumphantly.

"because it's not my business?" lockwood said a bit too fast, not thinking his answer through. lucy send him a blank stare. "yeah, i'll just go over there" lockwood said quickly, not in the mood to fight with lucy and lose once again

"yeah, you better" lucy waved at him

lockwood groaned under his breath, putting his empty glass on an abondened table, before he continued his walk in your direction. as always, you were looking beautiful. your hair was curled and your dress had the most beautiful maroon color he had ever seen.

you turned your head in his direction, noticing him, when he was a few meters away. it wouldn't have taken a genius to see that anthony lockwood was in love with you, and still you had never noticed.

"hey" lockwood smiled, holding out his hand to help you up "you shouldn't be sitting on those stairs, your dress might get ruined"

"oh, well, quill has been gone for some minutes and it was too tiring to stand this entire time"

"why don't you join our table, then?" lockwood suggested

you looked through the crowd of people, trying to find quill. you laughed, unsurely, before you finally nodded "it probably wouldn't hurt" you smiled, taking him up on his offer and following him through the crowd.

"hey guys!" you smiled once your sight fell on george and lucy. both of them just stared back at you with big eyes. "sorry" you scratched your arm "do i have something on my face?" george quickly shook his head, while lucy stayed motionless in place

finally. "lockwood" lucy said through gritted teeth "could i talk to you for a second?"

you send a confused look in lockwoods direction, who just smiled at you, totally unaffected by lucy's threatening tone. "why don't you sit down with george?" he pulled back one of the chairs for you to sit down "we'll be back in just a second"

you nodded, sitting down on the chair. lockwood and lucy didn't really walk far until they started discussing. you could make out some words like 'kipp's mess' and 'saviour complex' that lucy directed at lockwood.

you smiled awkwardly at george. "how do you.. like the party this far?"

"eeh, it's fine" george looked anywhere but at you

"food and drinks are free" you smiled, nudging him "that sounds a bit better than just fine, doesn't it?"

george shrugged, seemingly uninterested in holding up a conversation with you and before you could start another hopeless attempt to get him to speak, lockwood and lucy were already back. by the looks of it they were not able to sort out their differences.

lucy sat down in the chair next to george, crossing her arms and sending looks at lockwood that could've killed.

lockwood, absolutely unbothered, didn't even look at her. instead he was watching you. "do you want to eat something?" he asked "we haven't ordered anything yet"

you shook your head "nah, i promised quill that we would eat together"

"how long has he been gone for?" lockwood asked intrigued

you shrugged your shoulders "i don't know, an hour maybe?"

"woah, that's pretty long, right guys?" lockwood looked between george and lucy, obviously expecting some type of reaction. lucy ignored him completely, while george nodded slowly, unsure if he wanted to even get involved in whatever lockwood was doing.

you shook your head "it's fine. i don't mind waiting"

"you can stay with us" lucy smiled at you and made it perfectly clear, that she wasn't angry at you, but lockwood. you always liked lucy. she was welcoming and you loved to listen to her complain about her two male roommates.

with george you didn't really have a relationship. you were friendly towards each other but never really talked apart from that.

and lockwood? lockwood something different. your brother hated him, so you weren't really allowed to spend any time in his company, apart from when they would fight with each other. but he was always nice and you could call him a friend. you had done your best to prevent it, but you had also developed a little crush on him these past few years. something quill would have your head for if he knew. but lockwood was your chance of freedom. he was everything your brother despised and that just made it all the more daunting.

"lockwood" the voice behind you send shivers down your spine.

"kipps" lockwood smiled, overly satisfied, while he turned around in his chair, putting an protective arm on yours and blocking your brothers contact to you.

"y/n" quill muttered "didn't i tell you to wait there?" he poined across the room

you sighed silently "sorry" you patted lockwoods leg "we were just catching up and you were gone for some time, so i thought-" you didn't get to finish that sentence

"what the fuck do you not understand in 'wait here'?" quill was angry and you didnt want to fight. but before you could say sorry again, lucy jumped to your rescue.

"this is all your fault" she muttered under her breath, seemingly talking to lockwood before she turned her head to your brother "i'm really sorry" she smiled brightly "i thought y/n and i could talk a bit. i miss having a girl around"

"oh" quill said confused. his anger had suddenly evapurated. he didn't really mind you spending time with girl generally or lucy in particular. "well, i didn't know that" he averted his eyes. "i'll be at our table. see you there" he walked away and you knew that this was him telling you to be there in less than ten minutes or something would happen

"does- does he always talk to you like that?" george asked hesitantely. you could see on his face that he was unsure if he wanted an answer to that. he probably didn't even want to involve himself in anything that was about you.

"yeah" you muttered, a bit ashamed of the way your brother acted even in front of other people "at least since i'm living with him"

"why don't you just leave?" lucy leaned over the table, confusion evident on her face

"i won't" you said honestly "after our dad died, my mother wasn't able to finance my schooling, but quill was. i owe him something"

"you don't owe him anything" lockwood shook his head "don't you ever get angry at the way he treats you"

"more often than you would think" you eyes wandered across the room. quill was telling some fittes guy a story. he was laughing and widely gesturing. you couldn't remember the last time he had laughed in your presence. "he didn't always used to be like this. our father and him were close and it took a toll on him"

"you're still his sister" lucy reminded

"oh, i know that" you smiled sadly "i wouldn't have stayed if i wasn't"

"how long are you planning to stay?"

you shrugged your shoulders. "as long as i have to. i'll save some money until i have enough to pay him back and rent something"

lockwood looked at his friends. eyebrows raised. you could see the gears turning in their heads, before lucy repeatedly shook her head. george didn't seem happy as well. lockwood turned back to you

"how would you liked to work at lockwood and co?" he asked, beaming "you could move in with us, save money to pay your brother back and not have to indulge his presence. i hear you're pretty good with sight"

you were stunned at his suggestion "do you really mean that?" you asked hopeful

"yeah, lockwood" lucy raised her eyebrows, daring him to answer "do you really mean that?"

"of course" lockwood smiled "we want to help you, right guys?" lucy and george both averted their eyes. you noticed the growing tension

"you really don't have to" you said "i don't think george or lucy are too convinced. i can take another year or two with quill"

as if on cue, quill made his way across the venue. "shit" you whispered as soon as you noticed him moving closer. you did the first thing you could think of, knowing he would cause a scene as soon as he had found you. you took lockwoods hands, dragging him in the other direction quickly.

you two ended up in a broom closet. of all places.

"did you meant to walk into a broom closet?" lockwood asked behind you

"of course not" you opened the door slowly "well. it's too late now anyway" you closed the door again and leaned your back against it

"okay, why are we here exactly?" lockwood made a gesture to open the door, but you pushed him back slightly

"my brother would've caused a scene if he had found me"

"alright" lockwood said, but then raised his brows "and he wouldn't if he found you here?"

you suddenly noticed how you had brought yourself into an even worse situation. lockwood and you were standing pretty close to each other. you could feel his breath fanning over your cheek and you nodded. "he totally would" you laughed and lockwood joined in "he hates you guts"

"can't say i particulary like him" lockwood admitted shamelessly "but he has a beautiful sister"

"well, thank you" you could feel the redness entering you cheeks. at least it was a bit darker in here "he probably would cut my head off if he found us here. even if i told him that it isn't what it looks like"

"well, what does it look like?" lockwood muttered, even closer now

you looked up at him with big eyes. he almost falted under that look. he wanted to kiss you so badly and he was wishing you would indicate the same

"i mean- eh it does look pretty compromising"

"does it now?"

"yeah" your voice had jumped a pitch higher at his close proximity. but you couldn't help but wish for him to finally kiss you. "please" you muttered

"what do you want, darling?" he asked softly, pushing one strand of hair behind your ear.

"please" you repeated "kiss me"

lockwood didn't wait for a second demand. he closed the space between you, interlocking your lips. he tasted sweet, a bit like marshmallows and you smiled into the kiss. your hands wandered to his neck, pushing him impossibly closer, while his hands wandered to your lower back, returning the pressure you were exerting.

he pressed you against the door and you voluntarily opened your mouth for his tongue to enter. faster than you had expected, he broke the kiss, sloppily kissing your neck instead

"shit" you muttered lowly. you quickly gripped his neck, pushing his face away from your neck and back to your mouth. you continued that play for at least ten minutes, when you suddenly remembered why you had been hiding here in the first place

"thank you for your offer" you said, breathlessly "but i can do it for a bit longer"

"is he ever gonna stop treating you this way?" lockwood kissed your temple

"i don't know" you shrugged "but i will talk to him. you guys were right, i shouldn't just accept it. my father died too"

"i'll be here anytime you need me" lockwood assured "or anytime you just want to make out"

you smiled brightly at the boy, pecking his lips, before you opened the door to the closet. "time for the real world, pretty boy"

"i like the sound of.." lockwood interrupted himself. right before the very door you had come out of, now watching your flustered faces distastefully, was standing none other than quill kipps

"what the fuck" he said angrily when he had connected the dots. you were ready to tell him that nothing had happened, but suddenly remembered that that wouldn't be the whole truth

"hey" you smiled, unsure what to say in your defence

"y/n" quill said slowly, and you were glad that the room was outside of the ballroom. the guests or anyone else wouldn't hear him scream at you. "did you two just fuck in there?" you could almost see smoke coming out of his ears. his eyes had fallen to to strap of your dress, that was now hanging at your elbow. you quickly fixed it

"what?" you asked surprised "no, of course not" you knew lockwood was smiling without looking at him. he put his arm around you, pulling you closer at your waist.

"you're not speaking to your sister in that tone" he declared and you send him a wide eyed look. it was hard enough for you to stand up for quill, but he definitely would never listen to lockwood of all people

"yeah, or what?"

"watch yourself" lockwood was angry now, too. "she's still your sister"

"and you are?" quill crossed his arms "you're no one, nothing to her at all"

"leave him alone" you muttered. you had never once even protested at what your brother had said at you, but it was different when he spoke to lockwood that way

"what the fuck did you just say?" quill asked surprised, he had forgotten his anger for the time to be

"you heard me" you said a bit louder now "and you heard him too. you can change your tone when speaking to me"

"ooh" quill laughed "the little miss is making demands"

"i tolerated it long enough" you reminded him "i understood you were griefing, but so was i. you never had any sympathy towards me, so why would i still have any for you? especially since you're ordering me around like your little maid" lockwood squeezed your side

"who put a roof over your head? who payed for everything and anything you needed?"

"you did"

"right" quill smiled smugly

"and i'm thankful for you doing all of that for me. i never even complained, but all of it does not warrant you treating me the way you do"

"watch what you're saying" quill pointed his finger at you accusingly "i prepared you for the real world, i brought you up and you go and throw all of it away for some boy. why do you act like a slut"

the gasp that left lockwoods mouth could've been loud enough for everyone outside the building to hear

"how dare you call me that?" tears entered your eyes slowly. lockwood was pulling up his sleeves, ready to fight the older boy, but you held his arm down. "i'm still your sister" you reminded quill, who looked a bit remorseful at your tears

he sighed, turning away, before he looked back at you "i didn't mean it like that. you're making it hard for me to trust you when you walk off and sleep with the enemy as soon as i leave you own your own"

"i didn't even sleep with him" you screamed angrily. quills eyes had grown big. never in your life had you ever screamed at him. "but if i wanted to i could, because i'm almost an adult"

"you're a kid" quill spat "and it's my job to take care of you. make sure that you turn out well and not get yourself knocked up at seventeen"

"oh my god" you groaned "i didn't sleep with anyone" you repeated once again

"i know" quill said surprisingly soft "but mum did. she ended up pregnant and without any degree in anything. and now, after dad’s death she has nothing to support you with, not even herself. i want you to make different decisions, to be smart and learn something, before you lose focus and fall in love"

you sighed "i understand that" you turned your head to look at lockwood, smiling slightly "but i think it's already too late"

quill sighed as well.

"you didn't have to treat me the way you did" you said "you could've just been honest with me, you know?"

"i know" quill nodded "but i was never good at these things.." he paused, tears briming at the corners of his eyes "dad was"

"i miss him too" you admitted, your voice breaking "and i hate what his death did to you. you weren't always like this"

quill nodded and couldn't bring himself to look you in the eyes. you were right about this, he knew you were. but he had just tried to make a good person out of you. he knew that it wasn't an excuse, but he was working in a dangerous field and he thought that if he would be distant and mean, you wouldn't mourn his death as much as you had did your dad's. "i'm sorry" quill said truthfully and you could see the remorse in his eyes

"i don't want to hate you"

quill nodded

"but you have to be better. an apology alone is not enough. i love you but i'm not beneath receiving any love back" you told him "you have to change the way you treat me, honestly quill, it's not okay" slowly, but determinated, you stepped closer to hug him.

you couldn't remember the last time you had done that. you had missed you brothers warmth. he had always been a good brother, before all this mess had happened and you knew you could forgive him eventually. both of you had taken far too long to have an honest conversation

"we will fix it, i promise" quill muttered into your hair and you nodded, before you losened the hug.

quill's eyes fell upon lockwood. he send him a nod. "thank you for being nice to her"

lockwood contemplated to scatter salt into the wound by saying something along the lines of 'i was just doing what you apparently couldn't', but then instead he just nodded. "of course"

quill smiled tightlipped, before he turned back to you. "and once we get home, we will have a very important conversation"

"quill" you laughed uncomfortably and your brother laughed as well. the sound send shivers down your spine and you had rarely been this happy. for the first time in a long time it seemed like everything would become good again.

"i'll call you" you smiled in lockwoods direction, before you followed your brother out of the estate.

not because he had told you, but because you just wanted to and that was a very good feeling.


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1 year ago

i just saw your post about your fav stories you wrote and i absolutely missed this one coming out wtf?? brb gonna read it now!!! 🥲😭❤️

EXPECTO PATRONUM (MASTERLIST) ☁︎ ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

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GENRE ➺ HOGWARTS AU [slytherin! lockwood x fem! ravenclaw! reader]. rivals to lovers (and a dash of 'everyone knows but them'). fluff and angst.

WC ➺ 30.8k

SYNOPSIS ➺ after a six year rivalry with lockwood, your patronus suddenly matches his when it didn't before.

DISCLAIMER ➺ reader is implied to be shorter than lockwood. appearance of harry potter next gen characters and a few ocs. lockwood calls reader 'sweetheart' and 'my dearest vexation' (+'my girl'). prefect! lockwood. jessica lockwood lives!! (i also headcanon lockwood being a cunning-flirt, so lockwood might read slightly ooc.)

WARNINGS ➺ strained family dynamics (for reader), love potions (misuse of magic), dragons on the loose, wizard duels, boggarts, and a lot of unpolished dialogue. QUILL KIPPS. blood and injuries (tending to wounds). mentions of kids and marriage at the end.

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NOTES ➺ it's been a long time coming. i got lost in the sauce. can you tell? this was originally a oneshot but tumblr's block limit was exceeded lol we can still pretend it's a oneshot!

i hope this finds you when you need it. this is for the girlies who are forever spellbound by london boys 💙 happy nanowrimo !!

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EXPECTO PATRONUM II ☁︎ ANTHONY LOCKWOOD GENRE ➺ HOGWARTS AU [slytherin! lockwood x fem! ravenclaw! reader]. rivals to lovers (and a dash of
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1 year ago

in love with this 😻😻

White Lie

pairing - lorenzo berkshire x fem!reader

summary - After accidentally telling your mom you have a new boyfriend, you have to resort to your last option and ask your old friend turned enemy for help.

warnings - fake dating trope, cursing, mention of cheating, some bullying, Enzo being a little mean, grumpy x sunshine vibes, university au set in the states, not proof read (sorry)

wordcount - 3.3k

a/n - I have so many other things I should be working on but instead I'm writing this. This might have slow updates, it might now. Depends on what else 2024 decides to throw at me lol

White Lie

“I give them two months at most.”

Closing your eyes as the familiar voice behind you got even louder, you took another deep breath in, your hand clenching around your pen.

“Really? I say maybe two more weeks,” another voice added with a laugh.

“Nah, I think it’s going be a little longer than that. How long was he with his last girlfriend? I think they dated for a while, right?” the deepest voice out of the bunch cut in, and you had to stifle a groan.

Turning around in your seat, you faced the group of guys sitting at the table behind you. “A year and three months, actually. Now, can you please shut up or go somewhere else? Some of us are actually trying to study here,” you hissed at them, glaring at the one with the fluffy brown hair in particular.

The three boys stared at you for a moment, only one of them having the tact to at least look apologetic.

“Ah, sorry. Didn’t see you there,” the one you were glaring at said with a cheery smile. “Thanks for the input, but I still say two months. What do you say, Mattheo? How much are you betting?”

“Betting on other people’s love lives now, Berkshire? You really don’t have anything better to do?” you asked, eyes narrowing in his direction.

“Why, you want in as well? You should have a good shot at winning, you know. Being closest to the source,” Enzo said still smiling, not even blinking at the murderous look you were sending his way. And he knew damn well he was hitting a nerve.

“Wow, way to be sensitive,” his friend mumbled, slouching back in his chair.

“Yeah, what Zabini said,” you nodded, rolling your eyes. “You shouldn’t bet on people breaking up.”

“Why not? It’s just some harmless fun,” Enzo continued with a shrug of his shoulders, looking back over at the couple in question currently making out in the middle of the library. Your gaze followed his without thinking, heart sinking at the sight. “If any of us should hope for them to break up it’s you. You should hate her guts, right?”

With a sigh, you averted your eyes from your ex-boyfriend shoving his tongue down the blonde girl’s throat. The girl you had found him in bed with weeks ago.

“Why should I hate her? He cheated on me, he’s probably going to cheat on her. Honestly, I feel kind of bad for her,” you huffed out, crossing your arms over your chest, suddenly feeling the urge to bolt out of the building.

“I see you’re pretty confident that he was the problem and not you,” Enzo turned back to face you with a grin, his words hitting you like a brick to the face.

Mattheo’s face paled and he quickly pretended to be scribbling down notes while Blaise’s hand shot out to punch the taller boy’s arm. “Not cool, man.”

Pushing your books into your bag, the chair scraped across the floor as you jumped up. “Fuck you,” you spat back at him, ignoring the way some of the other students scattered around the room looked up at you now.

“Calm down, it was a joke!” you heard Enzo call after you as you rushed through the doors, flipping him the middle finger as you went.

Outside, you refrained yourself from kicking over a trashcan as you tried to stop your eyes from watering. You had not been the problem. That’s what you had been telling yourself over and over these last couple of weeks since your breakup.

Brad hadn’t fallen into bed with this girl because you pushed him into it. No, he decided to jump in all by himself. Of course, he had a whole list of reasons why he did it and somehow, he was convinced that all of it was your fault.

You couldn’t let yourself think about it again, not now when Pansy had finally managed to convince you that it was his actions and not yours that ended your relationship. Pansy. That’s who you needed right now. She would set your mind straight before it could shrivel up and blame you again.

Pulling out your phone, you sunk down onto a bench. Unlocking it and going straight to your contacts, your thumb was hovering over her name when your phone started vibrating and the word ‘mom’ popped up on the screen.

This time, you didn’t hold back the groan pushing itself out of your throat. Taking another deep breath before releasing it, you swiped to answer your mother’s call. “Hey, mom. Listen, this is kind of a bad time. Can I call you back later?”

“Hey, sweetie! I’m sorry, this won’t take long I promise,” your mom’s bright voice rung out from the other side and you would bet any amount of money on the fact that this probably would not be a quick conversation, no matter what she was promising.

“Alright,” you told her with a grimace. “What is it?”

“I just wanted to know if you have a new date for the wedding yet?”

You had to bite down on your cheek to keep from screaming. “No, mom. I don’t know who I’m bringing yet.”

“Oh, that’s perfect! You know, my coworker was telling me this morning that her son is also recently single!” your mom went on, each of her honey-sweet sounding words worsening the throbbing pain spreading through your temples. “I’ll ask him, yeah? And we’ll set up a meeting for the two of you the next time you're home!”

“No, mom!” you cut her off, feeling a little bad about the rudeness of your tone but also not really caring at the moment. “I don’t need a date, okay? And I definitely don’t need you to set me up with someone. I’m completely fine managing my dating life on my own.”

“Ah, I was worried you would say that,” she mumbled and you could almost feel her pout through the phone.

Something about her tone had alarm bells ringing in your head. “What’s going on?”

“Sweetie don’t freak out. Bradley will be attending the wedding.”

You waited for a moment, assuming she was just taking a pause before telling you the bad news. “That’s it?” you asked when the line stayed silent. “He’s the cousin of the groom. I was expecting him to be there. Don’t worry about it, I’ll be fine.”

“He’s also bringing his new girlfriend. And your sister agreed to let her be in the wedding party,” your mom explained and then went on, her voice full of pity. “I think it would be better if you had someone with you. Don’t you want them to know you’ve moved on? I think it would really help make the day more bearable for all of you.”

“It’s fine. I swear you don’t have to worry about me,” you told her through gritted teeth. This had been news to you. But you would deal with it.

“Please, just let me do this for you. I swear he’s a nice boy! You can meet him on mother’s day, I’ll invite him over for dinner!”

“No-,” you tried to interject again but she kept talking over you.

“I don’t know why you have to be so difficult about this. I’ll invite him over and you’ll be nice to him and give him a chance!” she huffed, shutting you up. “This is what’s best for you and you’ll have to trust me with this.”

Trying not to anger her any further, you blurted out the first thing that came to your mind, cringing as the words left your mouth. “I do have a date, actually.”

This had your mother fall silent for a second and you felt your heartrate picking up. You just lied to your own mother, maybe there was a reason why you weren’t her favourite after all.

“What?” she stuttered out. “But you just told me you don’t?”

“It was supposed to be a surprise,” you kept lying through your teeth, crossing your fingers behind your back. “It’s still pretty new, so I didn’t want to get your hopes up just yet.”

“Oh, honey! That’s wonderful!” she chirped and you could hear her tell your father, knowing that she was probably bouncing around the house with excitement. “You should bring him over next week! We’d love to meet him and there’s always room for one more.”

“Maybe. I’ll see if he’s up for it.” Rubbing your temples, you were already running through possible options. Who did you know who’d be up for coming to your sister’s wedding with you? That would be something to tackle another time. At least you still had a couple months before the wedding and until then, you’d just have to come up with excuses why your new boyfriend couldn’t meet your family.

Your mother was already back to spewing out questions. “What’s his name? Where did you meet him? Anything he can’t eat?”

“Mom, I’m sorry but I’ll have to call you back another time. He actually just got here and we’re about to go for some food.” The lies just kept tumbling out of your mouth today. “I’ll see you next week, yeah? Love you!”

As soon as the call ended, you dropped your phone onto the bench beside you, letting your head fall into your hands. Calling Pansy wouldn’t be enough. This was an emergency. You would need about twenty blankets and a bucket full of ice cream to get through the rest of the day.

“So, who’s the new boy toy?” a voice called out from behind you, a sharp pain flaring up behind your eyes in response.

“Enzo, please just go away,” you grumbled, not even bothering to look up at him. “I really don’t feel like dealing with your shit right now. Be an asshole somewhere else.”

“Calm down, I’m not here to be an ass,” he told you as he walked closer, dropping onto the seat next to you. “I actually came to apologize.”

“Let me guess, Zabini made you?” you asked with a small, humourless laugh. “No thanks. I don’t want an apology from you.”

“He might have helped persuade me, but I’m actually sorry. You know I didn’t mean it, right? I was trying to be funny and thought you would maybe even laugh for once.”

“I'll laugh if you actually manage to be funny for once,” you huffed, finally sitting back up, rubbing your eyes as you slouched back.

“I’m sorry, okay? I’ll try to be less insensitive from now on,” he said and nudged your arm with his. “I didn’t think you’d actually be hung up on that dickhead.”

“I’m not. I don’t care what he does or who he does it with.”  You weren’t even sure who you were trying to convince, Enzo or yourself.

You kept staring out at the street, watching the passing cars even as you felt him staring at you. “You still haven’t answered my question.”

“Hm?” You glanced over at him, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“Who’s your new guy?” Enzo asked again, lips quirking up into a smirk.

With another roll of your eyes, you pushed yourself off the bench. “Yeah, it’s time for me to go.”

“Wait,” Enzo called, jumping up himself to fall into step with you. “I know there’s no new guy. And I also just heard you lie to your mom about that. So, I have a proposition for you.”

You came to a halt when his hand gently grabbed your wrist, instantly pulling your arm out of his grasp. “What proposition?”

Enzo offered you another one of his signature smiles. “I’ll be your date.”

You let out an actual laugh at that. He had to be joking right now. “Sure you will,” you started walking again, shaking your head.

“I’m serious. I think I owe you a favour for what I said earlier and my mom’s been on my ass about not having a girlfriend yet too lately, so this would actually help me out as well,” Enzo told you, his long legs having no problem keeping up with you. “And I’ll be at the wedding anyways.”

That fact was something you liked to ignore. Seeing him at basically every family function was not something you looked forward to, at least you haven’t in years. But seeing as his mom was your mom’s best friend, his presence in your life was unfortunately, much like a chronic illness, depressingly permanent.

“Thanks for the offer but no,” you told him, not even considering the option. The only thing worse than showing up to that wedding without a date had to be spending time with Enzo Berkshire the whole night. “No one would believe the two of us were dating anyways.”

“And why do you think that?” the boy chuckled beside you, nudging you again and only backing a step away when you sent him another glare.

“Because we can’t stand each other? Our families have been watching us fight for years. No one would believe I liked you.”

“I think you’re forgetting that our mom’s have been praying for us to get married ever since you were born,” he said grinning down at you. “They’ll believe it because they want to believe it.”

Coming to a stop in front of your apartment building, you turned to face him again, taking a step back in surprise at how close he was standing to you. “It’s still a no. I’ll figure something else out.”

“Well, you know where to find me if you change your mind.” With another cheeky grin he held his fingers to his forehead in a goofy looking salute, backing away as you went to fish your keys out of your bag. Pansy was not ready for the things she was about to hear.

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You were out of options. Your mother had already informed everyone that your new boyfriend would be attending mother’s day dinner and after your sister had called you, trying to call you out on your lie, you had stupidly doubled down, insisting that he was indeed real and that he would definitely be there.

And now, after asking pretty much every single guy you knew on campus and all of them telling you no, you were leaned against the wall outside the soccer team’s locker room with your tail between your legs.

It pained you to admit it, but Enzo had a point. He would be there on mother’s day, on the wedding, and pretty much every other holiday your families insisted on celebrating together. And with your mom’s basically having your own wedding planned out already – Pinterest boards and all – it shouldn’t be hard to pull this off for a couple of months. You only saw your families every couple of weeks anyways, and while at school, you could still avoid Enzo the same way you always had.

After both Pansy and Ginny had told you to just suck it up and go along with his idea, you had managed to swallow your pride and sent him a text. Enzo had agreed to meet you after his practice to go over the plan, so you found yourself waiting, trying to blend out the smell of sweat and axe body spray wafting out into the hallway whenever someone came through the door.

When Enzo finally appeared, eying the notebook pressed to your chest with a grin, you turned on your heels. He followed you outside, taking a seat on the bench you had claimed while shaking out his still wet hair.

“So, you wanted to talk?” he turned to face you, resting his arm on the wood behind him.

“I want to set some rules,” you told him matter of factly, opening up a new page in your notebook and fishing a pen out of your bag.

“Rules?” Enzo’s face pulled into a grimace, watching you write the word in big neat letters at the top of the page. “You really know how to take the fun out of everything, huh?”

“Of course we need rules,” you said with a glare. You should have known he wouldn’t make any of this easy. “For example: No kissing. Actually, no touching either. Unless we absolutely need to.”

“What?” Enzo reached over to take the pen out of your hand as you started to write your first bullet point. “How do you expect this to work if I’m not allowed to touch you? They’re supposed to think we are dating. I’d say we’re way past the cooties phase, they’re going to realize something is up if we’re not all over each other.”

Yanking your pen back from his grasp, you scribbled down the words, almost pressing the tip right through the paper. “I said it’s okay if the situation calls for it. But we’ll keep it to hand holding. Maybe you can put your arm around me at some point. But that’s going to be it.”

“Are you being serious right now?” Enzo questioned with a laugh. “They’ve seen you basically attached to your boyfriend before and I’m sure they know I’m not the type to keep my hands of my girl.”

“Okay, then we’ll just agree to keep the physical contact to a minimum,” you gave in, aware that he was probably right and especially your mom might suspect something through her rose-coloured lenses if the two of you didn’t touch each other at all. “We only do whatever the situation calls for, and even then we try to keep it lowkey.”

“I’m fine with that,” Enzo nodded along. “What else?”

“Nicknames. What are we going to call each other?” you prompted, continuing to write what you were saying down. “I think we should keep it at ‘love’ and ‘babe’.”

Enzo took the notebook and pen from you, placing it on his legs as he started writing. You leaned closer to him, taking a peek at what he was doing, immediately shaking your head when you found ‘hot stuff’ was now on the list.

“Absolutely not,” you told him, taking the paper back and crossing it out. “’Princess’ is also a no. And ‘darling’? What are you – British?”

Enzo had the nerve to look slightly offended at that. “Excuse you, I quite literally am. Did you forget about that?”

You rolled your eyes. “I didn’t forget but I still don’t like it.”

Of course you didn’t actually forget about it, that accent had managed to charm you into trouble more times than you can count when the two of you were younger. Back when you were still friends and you thought you might even become more than that.

“Come on. Usually all the girls go crazy when I call them that,” he said, the smirk back on his face.

Relenting, only to make this go by faster, you shook your head in annoyance. “Okay, you get one ‘darling’ a day. Happy now?” The stupid triumphant look on his face told you he was. “Now, what do you want me to call you?”

He just shrugged as he pushed a hand through his still damp hair and you got the feeling he wasn’t taking this nearly as seriously as you. “I’m fine with whatever.”

“Next: We keep this a secret.” You added another bullet point, happy when he didn’t start complaining about this rule too. “No one can know about it. Not even your friends.”

Technically, your friends already knew about it. But you trusted them to keep their mouths shut and stay out of it. That much couldn’t be said about Enzo’s friends.

“I have something else to add,” Enzo smiled and you hesitantly gave him the notebook. Regret washed over you right away when he chuckled and wrote down ‘sex’ along with a dopey looking smiley face.

“God, can you stop acting like a child for one moment please,” you hissed at him, snatching the book back to scribble the word out and adding ‘NO HOOKING UP’ in big letters.

“Dude, it’s a joke,” he was laughing again, the skin around his eyes crinkling in amusement. “You need to loosen up a little or no one will believe I’m into you.”

“I think we’re done here now. I’ll see you Sunday,” you ignored his jab, packing up your things.

“Alright. I’ll pick you up, babe,” Enzo called after you with a grin.

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—the very first night

The Very First Night

pairing: anthony lockwood x gn!reader

summary: you celebrate your birthday for your friends only, lockwood celebrates your birthday for you

warnings: mentions of a bad home life

note: first, happy belated birthday and sorry it took me so long to finish your request, but here it is, finally!!

“—happy birthday dear y/n, happy birthday to you!!”

you blew out the candles in front of you, your friends laughing joyfully and hugging you.

lucy and george got out plates and were too busy chopping the cake into four pieces to notice you and lockwood looking at each other. he send you a smile and you smiled back, despite not really being in the mood to eat cake and celebrate your birthday.

you could do this for them. it was only one day, what did it matter?

george had taken the whole day before this to bake the cake and was now proudly serving it to you. how could you even think about not eating it? his eyes were gleaming and it broke your heart just to think about telling him the truth.

the truth was, to put it plainly that you had always hated to celebrate your birthday. you couldn't even say why. it just was a day that you would rather spend alone in your room crying than socialize.

but these were your friends, your family. how could you deny them something that made them so happy? you just couldn't.

after each of your had finished the piece of cake in front of you, george and lucy went into the living room, setting up a game for you all to play together.

lockwood and you stayed behind in the kitchen, washing the dishes.

"i can see that you aren't enjoying yourself"

"what?" you looked up from the plate in your hand

lockwood leaned closer to you, whispering "you've been scrubbing that plate for the last four minutes"

"oh" you quickly put it down so he could dry it

"you'd rather not celebrate, huh?"

you shook your head and lockwood nodded. "i thought so" he dried up the last plate. "think you can do it for one more hour?"

you nodded and he smiled. you followed him into the living room, owning up to what he had asked you. you played a game of cards, uno then some charades. about an hour later, lockwood excused the both of you.

it wasn't as late as you had thought, but the sun had still gone down, by the time lockwood took you out of the house.

the way wasn't long, only to the little garden behind the house, setting down a picknick blanket and a small lantern.

"what are we doing?" you asked intrigued

"watching the stars" he sat down on the blanket and patted the spot next to him

you settled down beside lockwood on the soft blanket, the cool night air wrapping around you. above, the stars glittered like scattered diamonds against the dark sky.

lockwood reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, wrapped box. "happy birthday, y/n," he said

you both lay back on the blanket, gazing up at the stars. The silence between you was comfortable, and you felt a sense of calm wash over you.

"you know," lockwood broke the silence, "birthdays are a strange thing. for some, they're a reason to celebrate, and for others, it's a day they'd rather forget. why is it that you fall into the second category"

you pondered his question "when i grew up, birthdays were never a special thing. you didn't accomplish anything, why should that be celebrated" you trailed off, glancing at the stars. "but tonight, it feels different."

lockwood nodded in understanding, "i'm sorry they made you feel like that"

"don't be" you shook your head "i have it a lot better now"

lockwood smiled "sometimes, all you need is a break from the usual"

the two of you continued to stargaze, losing track of time as the night unfolded around you. the weight of the day seemed to lift, and you found solace in the simplicity of the moment, feeling peace at the silence.

eventually, you turned to lockwood with a genuine smile, "thank you for making my birthday special in your own way."

he grinned back, "anytime, y/n"

and so, under the vast, starlit sky, you found a different kind of celebration—one that felt uniquely yours, shared with a friend who understood the beauty of quiet moments and the peace you found in the simple act of watching the stars.


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