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I find it so funny that in the TV show Kipps tries to make a move on Lucy. Like, Kipps, honey, I’m sure you’re very lovely, but you’re competing with Anthony “she’s got everything to live for” Lockwood, so just… don’t get your hopes up, okay?

Welp I’m back with more because of course I am

(I have read the PJO books and I know everything but the whole… everything just gets to me, ok?)

Look, it doesn't mean anything that all my favourite characters (and let's face it, fictional crushes) are dark and brooding.

It's not important that they all have tragic backstories, and they're all running from their destiny/their problems/their past.

And the long, dark hair is definitely not a factor in this.

It's not like i have a ty...

Ah, shit.

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 🖤

—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"

I love your fics!! Could you do a Lockwood x reader fanfic for illicit affairs? Like the reader could be related to someone high up in DEPRAC or Fittes and Lockwood doesn’t want people to know they’re tgt bc he’d be accused of trying to get favours or smthin but reader rlly wants ppl to know n is getting fed up with hiding. A healthy dose of angst would be 10/10 <3

ILLICIT AFFAIRS

pairing: Anthony Lockwood x reader

warnings: mentions of sexual themes

summary: you want to make your relationship public, anthony doesn’t. you don’t think you can accept that any longer, but at least for tonight you can

note: i loved this ask!! illicit affairs is one of my favorite songs of ms taylor!! i’ve decided to split it into two parts, just because it feels better for me. part two will be out tomorrow!!

part 2: tomorrow

"why does it matter anyway?" Anthony asked and you could hear the desperation in his voice

"it matters to me, Anthony" you answered calmly, tired of all the fighting you both had done in the past week. it wasn't like you always fought, this wasn't a usual state for your over two year relationship.

you were used to a loving, considerate boy and you knew that he would do anything for you. just not that one thing and that's why it wasn't enough for you.

you continued to fight while you walked around the room, collecting your items of clothing.

"y/n, please" Anthony sat down on his bed "we've been over this, I explained it to you more than a million times"

"I know" you replied tiredly

"let's just not fight anymore" he stood up and brought you close to his body

"okay" you muttered and you hated yourself for always giving in. you just loved him too much to maintain you restrain.

you put on your jacket and walked to the door

"make sure nobody sees you leave" it almost pained him to say what he always said

"no one will see me" it pained you to reply what you always replied

***

you were sitting at the large table in the entrance hall of the house you lived in. you nearly jumped to your feet when you noticed Anthony and his friends walking into the room.

they were led into the hall by your father, the son of Marissa Fittes. that was merely Anthonys problem about your relationship, he didn't want anyone to think he was just dating you for favours, you had told him a million times that that was rubbish and he argued a million times that it would matter. you could never agree on the matter.

you noticed Penelope walk in behind the agency and you felt it was rude to just sit and watch, so you stood up, flowing the material of your dress, as you joined your sisters side.

"I'm sure you've already heard of them, but these are my daughters" your father introduced you both "Penelope and y/n"

you expressed your greeting, Anthony's eyes staying a bit too long on your face. your father cleared his throat and you lost the boy's attention.

“Lockwood and co are our special guests for the ball tonight, that’s the least we could offer, after the job they did for us last year”

there had been a rather big problem in one of the houses your family owned. the haunting had be caused by a scandal, a forbidden relationship that escalated in the walls of the house and led to one of the affair partners dying at the hands of the other. your family had been able to suppress all the runout and stop any information on going out, but they had to get rid of the problem nonetheless.

that had been when your father had found the little three people agency. they had promised to get rid of your problem as quietly as possible. nothing ever got out.

that’s actually how you had met Anthony. because unbeknownst to your father, and not allowed you often spend time in the garden of the haunted mansion. that’s were you had first met Anthony, you remembered it like it had been yesterday

***

you were sitting in the garden, picking flowers. the golden august sun was displaying on your features and warming your skin. your dress was flowing a bit from the wind and your hair would now and then flutter in front of your face

"oh hello" a voice suddenly said, noticing you between the high grown grass

it was a boy, he was about your age and despite the summer heat, he was wearing a suit and a long black coat on top of it

"hi" you smiled, laying your head to the side and further inspecting him. his hair was short, and his skin was light, which made the dark circles under his eyes even more prominent.

“eh— i’m Lockwood, Anthony Lockwood” his hand jolted forward and you shook it while you grinned at him

“n/n” you said “just n/n”

ever since then he had found you intriguing, how you would sit in high grown grass in front of a haunted mansion, peacefully picking flowers. that’s why he loved you, you mostly did the things you did out of pure joy for them.

after your first meeting it seemed that Anthony Lockwood would just not leave your mind. you had found out later that it had been similar to him, always thinking about you in that dress, sitting in a field of flowers.

so you started to meet every few weeks, casually talking on your run to arif’s, or meeting each other on the street. coincidental meetings turned into dates and you spend more and more time with each other.

but as much as you wanted to tell the whole world, Anthony wanted to keep it a secret. even to Lucy and George, you weren’t more than friends to them.

***

“can i come in?” you asked after you had knocked on the door softly. there were some muffled words you couldn’t quite make out, but it sounded like a yes, so you slowly opened the wooden door.

“n/n” Anthony smiled, ushering you into the room he would spent the night in, and closing the door behind you “what are you doing?”

“i wanted to see you” you spoke softly, gripping his tie with both your hands. his hands wandered to your waist almost naturally “and i wanted to ask you if you’d like to accompany to the ball later… maybe we could slip away later”

“it’s a bit risky, don’t you think?”

“isn’t that what makes it fun in the first place?” you brought him down by his tie, his lips meeting yours. you deepened the kiss, walking you backwards and enjoying the control you had over him

Anthony laid on the bed, while you sat on top of him, straddling his waist. “we shouldn’t do this, y/n”

you raised your brows, slipping off your dress, leaving you only in your underwear

“okay, maybe we can be quick”

you giggled and rushed forward, crashing your lips onto his.

maybe you would always give in when he was telling you to, but at least you had the same hold over him, neither one could resist the other and that was part of the dangerous game you were playing.

and you didn’t know it yet, but you were about to lose.

ILLICIT AFFAIRS (pt 2)

pairing: Anthony Lockwood x reader

warning: mentions of sexual themes, angst

note: there will be another part, because it just fits better that way

summary: you don't have much time left to make your relationship public, will Anthony Lockwood comply?

find part one here

you looked down the hall, making sure no one would see you leave Anthony Lockwoods room. the halls were clear and you quietly closed the door turning around and walking against your sister

“y/n!” she exclaimed surprised

“hey Penny” you smiled, stepping a feet to the left to distract her from the fact that you had just left the room of your boyfriend— or better — secret boyfriend

“what were you doing in Anthony Lockwoods room?” she crossed her arms. you should’ve known that it was to no use to lie so you sighed.

before you could answer, she had looked you up and down, noticing your disheveled hair and clothes, and that one strap of your bra was hanging in the mid of your arm, you pulled it up quickly and blushed under her eyes

“oh” she just said, turning angry in the next second, she tried to step around you and enter his room, to probably cuss him out, but you grabbed her arm before she could do so

“he’s showering” you just muttered. it was to no use to say anything else. what she assumed was right, you didn’t need to lie to her

“and he’s—“

“my boyfriend” you concluded

“i already suspected something was going on, all the sneaking out was quite obvious”

“sorry” you smiled softly “i’m not good at climbing out a window so it had to be the front door”

“well, why didn’t you just tell us?” she didn’t seem as angry as before, maybe hurt

“he didn’t want me to” you shrugged “he thought that if it came out then everyone would think he was just where he was because of me and not because of his skill, also he thinks that our relationship wouldn’t be permitted by you, or more so mum and dad”

“sounds reasonable” Penelope seemed to understand where you were coming from. that’s why you had always gotten along great, but now you noticed the worry. “you know that there’s not much time left, right?”

you nodded, sadly, “that’s what i’ve been trying to tell him. but he won’t let me, he doesn’t like to talk about making us public and i respect that, but”

“but there are certain things that come with being a Fittes”

“yes” your lips curved down as you nodded your head “but there’s some time left, Penny and once i tell him, i think dad would deem Anthony as a rightful husband, once the time comes to get married”

“no” Penelope breathed “you don’t understand, y/n. it’s already too late. you’d have to tell dad tonight or else—“ a shiver ran down your spine as your sister looked to the floor

“what is it?” you asked lowly

“Henry Rottwell, he’s here”

“what?” tears glistened in your eyes, as it felt like you had just lost your footing. you grabbed Penelope’s arm tightly, in fear you would fall down if you’d let go.

“but i’m not even eighteen yet”

“dad wants you to have a long engagement, just like James and i had”

“oh god” you breathed “i have to” you turned your head towards the door, leaving the rest of your sentence unfinished

Penelope nodded “tell him everything and make sure that he knows how urgent the situation is”

“but what if that won’t change anything?”

“it will, if he loves you”

“but what if he doesn’t, what do i do then?”

“as much as that may hurt, then you will accept Henry’s proposal and have a happy marriage with him, maybe even a loving one, one day”

“but is maybe enough?”

“it is” she smiled assuringly “but it will always be worth more to have him say those three words” she pointed at the door and took your shoulders, softly pushing you towards it

you knocked and waited impatiently, while Penelope walked down the long hall.

Anthony’s hair was still wet and his tie untied when the door swung open

“n/n!” he exclaimed surprsised and it was like before your world had began to burn

“hi” you replied softly and Anthony’s face grew worried as he noticed the tears streaming down your face. “can i come in?”

“of course” he stepped aside, waiting until you had settled down on the bed, before he sat down across from you

“what is it, love?”

“Penelope saw me leaving your room”

“oh no” he said, already jumping to a conclusion about the nature of your visit

“that’s not the problem”

“it isn’t? but you do want to talk about it again, don’t you?”

“yes—“

“we’ve been through this, y/n” he sighed “actually we’ve been through this just this morning”

“yeah, but this morning i wasn’t about to be shipped off and get married to Rottwell jr” you replied sarcastically, your anger about the situation taking the better if you

“what?” Anthony asked stunned

“sorry, i—“ you breathed, trying to sort your thoughts “it’s just a lot right now. my father is a fan of arranged marriages. first my brother had one, then my sister and now it’s my turn”

“oh” Anthony said “i knew your family was old—fashioned, but that old—fashioned, really?”

“i thought i had time left, Anthony, i really did. and i know that if i told my father about us, he would eventually accept our relationship and we could get married some day”

“so we’d have to get married in a few months or what?”

“no, we could have a long engagement and get married after i finished college”

“and then what? we buy a nice house, settle down and have children?” your heart fluttered, because you thought that he was warming up to the idea

“yeah, eventually”

“i don’t want that, y/n” Anthony said and you swore that you could feel your heart break in that very moment

“what?” you asked, unsure if you had heard him right

“that’s not the life i want, n/n” he repeated

“that’s not the life you want? or that’s not the life you want with me?” you hoped he would say something, anything, but he kept quiet, which was answer enough

“do you love me, Anthony Lockwood?” you asked standing up from his bed, another set of tears streaming down your cheeks, as you watched his eyes find the floor beneath you. “do you want me to get married to some douchebag and be shipped off to god knows where? do you want that?”

“of course i don’t, but at least you’d have anything you’d need. with a husband like Henry Rottwell, there’s nothing in your way”

“but i don’t want that, i only want you”

“yeah, maybe now”

“not just now, okay? i love you” you started sobbing and your heart broke even more at his expression. he smiled softly, like he was trying to soothe you, like it wasn’t even hard for him

“it’ll go away” he said softly and you looked at him in betrayal

“do you love me?” you repeated the question from earlier and the silence that followed pierced through your heart like a gun that had been fired at you. “i’ll leave you to it then” you muttered quietly and you could’ve sworn that it would’ve taken you longer to leave the room than it actually did, considering all the pieces of your heart, you had to pick off the floor and fit back into your chest.

maybe those pieces just stayed there with him, in this room, in this house that had caused you pain, now that you learned what it felt like to have loved and lost.

maybe Penelope was right and that maybe that you would have with Henry Rottwell would be enough. it probably would never be like what you had with Anthony, but you had no other choice.

at least you knew Henry, he was nice for the most part, a bit pretentious at times, but he was alright and he respected you, at least you would marry a friend and maybe you could even love him some day.

—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.

I need people to stop saying that Lockwood is like Kaz. Besides them calling their love interest an “asset” or “investment” they don’t have anything in common. At least I don’t see it.

Hi, welcome to Lockwood and Co.

We have:

Anthony “sad-boi” Lockwood

Lucy “come-over-here-and-see-how-feisty-I-am” Carlyle

Quill “I-don’t-know-how-to-deal-with-not-being-useful-anymore” Kipps

George “my-conspiracy-theories-are-usually-right” Cubbins/Karim

Holly “I’m-bad-at-confrontation” Munro

Ned “brawn-over-brain” Shaw

Bobby “I’m-think-I’m-smarter-than-George” Vernon

Kat “am-I-the-only-one-with-the-brain-cell” Godwin

Montagu “can-these-children-chill-for-once” Barnes

And

“I-can-be-evil-at-times-but-sadly-I-care-about-people-now” Skull

Vote for Anthony Bloody Lockwood!! ⚔️

SEMIFINALS

Propaganda

Shadow the Hedgehog: he's such a broody guy... with such a tragic past... and so many identity issues..... maria............

Lockwood: (via @its-your-mind)

Vote for Anthony Lockwood! He is Tumblr's TRUEST, sad boy! 🔥⚔️

FINAL ROUND

Propaganda

Jean Discole: (Via @mistresshasty; tw kidnapping)

Saw his parents kidnapped. Violently. Then he was left alone with his kid brother to report this to the police when he's all of 8yo. This man's name isn't even Jean Descole. Descole is an alter ego for his other alter ego, Desmond Sycamore. Why? Because he GAVE HIS NAME AWAY to his younger brother so said younger brother could be adopted in his place after their parents were kidnapped. Like legit, people came and said they could only adopt one kid and Descole straight up said, yup, my kid brother, this is Hershel, not me, nope (shut up Theo, you're Hershel now.)

Then fast forward to adulthood where he's finally healing some of the Trauma, only for his wife and daughter to die mysteriously (though its heavily implied it was by the same people who kidnapped his parents.) Then, as he's getting his revenge on that organization, guess what? The leader is his long lost father who went crazy after his wife (Descole's mom) died in captivity. Descole has 0 chill because he has had 0 breaks in life.

Oh, and one last kick in the face. The titular character of the series, and Descole's arch nemesis, Professor Layton, yeah, that's the kid brother Descole gave up his future for. He deserves to be a dramatic bitch. He's earned it.

Lockwood:

Do your thing LockNation

ROUND 2 MATCH 5: LOCKLYLE VS. LAYCLAIRE

Locklyle Propaganda:

"Lockwood is a homeowner at age 15 and he wanders around it drinking tea and charming people into giving him yhings. Lucy carlyle is a hotheaded aggressive and EXTREMELY powerful agent in his ghost hunting company. They both get shit done but in OPPOSITE ways. They have an interes5ing way of rejecting traditional gendered tropes- the sensitive dude and the bullheaded girl- that is both simple and INTENSELY complicated within their narrative, which i think qualifies them for the title."

"she is the protagonist of the series, a once in a generation prodigy, the most powerful listener since Marissa Fittes, the list goes on. He likes to drink pulpy orange juice and strain it throught his teeth to pretend to be a blue whale"

"Imagine a buff kind of irritated teenage girl with a sword. No, shes even cooler. That's better. Now imagine a rich preppy guy. No, thats too much like Patrick Bateman. Think Artemis Fowl. Ok youtr there. Hope yhis helps :)"

"they are PERFECT for each other. she recognises the subtleties in his smiles and he allows himself to be vulnerable in front of her"

Layclaire Propaganda:

"THEY ARE SO- Ok first off their relationship is the first time in the series where we see Hershel in a state of emotional vulnerability. Usually he's cool and smart but in the scenes where he's with Claire he's just a blushing bashful mess oh mygoodness he's so precious. Claire in comparison is more outgoing and confident and it makes for a really cute dynamic. Also she's a phycisist who helped make a time machine what's more girlbossy than that. Anyway she deserved better. Layclaire deserved better. We need more Layclaire fluff in the world."

Alright, LockNation, it's getting close to vote for our favorite ship

ROUND 2 MATCH 5: LOCKLYLE VS. LAYCLAIRE

Locklyle Propaganda:

"Lockwood is a homeowner at age 15 and he wanders around it drinking tea and charming people into giving him yhings. Lucy carlyle is a hotheaded aggressive and EXTREMELY powerful agent in his ghost hunting company. They both get shit done but in OPPOSITE ways. They have an interes5ing way of rejecting traditional gendered tropes- the sensitive dude and the bullheaded girl- that is both simple and INTENSELY complicated within their narrative, which i think qualifies them for the title."

"she is the protagonist of the series, a once in a generation prodigy, the most powerful listener since Marissa Fittes, the list goes on. He likes to drink pulpy orange juice and strain it throught his teeth to pretend to be a blue whale"

"Imagine a buff kind of irritated teenage girl with a sword. No, shes even cooler. That's better. Now imagine a rich preppy guy. No, thats too much like Patrick Bateman. Think Artemis Fowl. Ok youtr there. Hope yhis helps :)"

"they are PERFECT for each other. she recognises the subtleties in his smiles and he allows himself to be vulnerable in front of her"

Layclaire Propaganda:

"THEY ARE SO- Ok first off their relationship is the first time in the series where we see Hershel in a state of emotional vulnerability. Usually he's cool and smart but in the scenes where he's with Claire he's just a blushing bashful mess oh mygoodness he's so precious. Claire in comparison is more outgoing and confident and it makes for a really cute dynamic. Also she's a phycisist who helped make a time machine what's more girlbossy than that. Anyway she deserved better. Layclaire deserved better. We need more Layclaire fluff in the world."

Love how L&Co. fans and Shadow and Bone fans collectively came together to hate netflix

Preach it louder for those in the back!

"not all men"

You're right, Anthony Lockwood would never.

Please just vote y’all it’s so easy just press Lockwood and co and hit the vote button!!!

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