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Most of my works contain dark themes or triggering topics. Most of them also have happy endings or humor. Read all the warnings on each chapter. Do not repost or translate my works on any other site. 🔞 All works are 18+ 

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🍬 fluff 🌶 smut ⚔️ whump/violence ☔️ angst ❤️‍🩹 hurt/comfort

🌒 dark themes/sensitive topics 🦌 Lizzy’s favorites

[Agent Mobius x F!Reader]

shudder | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 [series complete; villain!TVA Recruit!reader] ⚔️☔️❤️‍🩹🌶

“There was no question in anyone’s mind that you were lethal. That was part of Mobius’ plan." Enemies to Lovers. 5+1 format - a little bit of fluff, lots of pining, smut at the end.

[TASM!Peter Parker x F!Reader] 

NEW sugar and vice | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | Epilogue [complete; mob!au] 🌶 ⚔️ ❤️‍🩹

+ The Spotify Playlist

A coffee shop meet cute, but with a Mob!Peter twist.

these violet delights [oneshot; mob!au] ⚔️ ❤️‍🩹 🌒

The Purple Man comes to visit Mob!Peter at home.

🦌 heat of the moment | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 [complete; Groundhog Day AU] ⚔️ ☔️ ❤️‍🩹

Today is the first day of the end of your life. And it keeps happening, over, and over again.

sweet dreams [oneshot] 🌶

You wake up one night with needs. Peter helps you solve them. pwp, no plot at all.

blood-splattered angels [oneshot; assassin!fem!reader] ⚔️ ☔️ 🌘

Spider-Man is kidnapped and held hostage by a mob. And then they make their biggest mistake - sending you the address.

🦌 1 missed call [oneshot] ❤️‍🩹⚔️☔️ 🌘

When Peter listens to a voicemail from you after a fight, the sounds are almost unintelligible and chill him to the bone.

ties that bind [oneshot] ❤️‍🩹 🌘

“You were helpless again. But you were also safe. Vulnerable and protected. Impenetrable and wide open.” Reader ponders the dichotomy of being set free and held captive by Peter's brand of saving. Roommates to lovers, non-graphic depictions of smut.

🦌 dark!peter play series - peter x f!reader cnc character study 🌘🔞☔️🌶

MATURE THEMES/SENSITIVE TOPICS. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

part one: the devil you know | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 

Your intimate relationship with your boyfriend Peter and your own mental health begin to struggle, sending you into a toxic downward spiral.

part two: inner demons | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6

Peter deals with the repercussions of discovering his dark side.

drabbles

"hungry" mob!peter picture blurb ⚔️

🦌 "your secret is safe with me" - workplace rival!peter 1 | 2 🌶 🔞

🦌"picture perfect moment" - groom!Peter on your wedding day 🍬

"sweat" yoga instructor!peter picture blurb 🌶

The last two months have been anything but pleasant. I could use some sweet seductive salvation in the form of this literary infusion. Directly into my veins, please. Can't wait.

No, for real. It’s coming this week.

—fix me up, my darling

pairing: tasm!peter x ill!reader

summary: while fighting against your illness, peter needs to learn, that he won't be able to save your life

warnings: mentions of illness and death, sad 

authors note: based on the song “fix me up” by Zach Sobiech.

you hadn’t slept a full night since you couldn’t remember. something always kept you awake. sometimes it was the sickness itself, throwing up on hours end or not getting enough air and having to drive to the hospital. even in the worst situations you tried to be optimistic. kept going. you were always a positive and happy person. but as the cancer grew it only became harder.

you didn’t do it for yourself anymore. you did it for the people who you loved, people that you’d leave behind. your mom, your dad, your big sister and peter, your boyfriend. 

you met peter in freshman year in highschool. he was into photography and pretty quite. you instanly took a liking to him. you personally, loved books, you had them placed everywhere around your room. it was years ago that you had a free space in your shelf so you had to keep them elsewhere. you would love the photos peter took and he decorated your whole room with them. sometimes he would buy you books or steal them from his aunt, so you could read them, before bringing them back. 

On most evenings, or sometimes, in the middle of the night, when he couldn’t sleep, peter would knock on your window and climb into your room, so you could read something to him. he loved to listen to you, reading your favorite book. but when he became spiderman, he didn’t come by as often, atleast not at night. and then last year, when the cancer was first discovered, he only visited at day. he knew how little sleep you were getting and he didn’t want to keep you awake too.

so it became a rarity that he would visit at night. only when he really needed you. tonight was such a night.

when peter knocked on your window (at 3 am), you looked up from your book and grinned, you were more than happy to see him. the pain in you abondem kept you awake, you were happy that he could distract you from it a little. when you opened the window, you immediately noticed his tear stained cheeks and the dark circles under his eyes.

“hey” his voice was raspy. “i’m sorry, i just really needed to see you” 

“no problem, come in, baby” 

you sat down on your bed, holding up your blanket, so peter could crawl under. you both kept silent. originally you were on your way to healthiness, until you weren’t. you knew for some time now.

about seven months ago, when the treatment stopped working and your body didn’t respond to it anymore. it was hard. it was hard accepting it, it was hard telling your family but it was even harder to tell peter. not that it was easier for your family to take in. but peter wasn’t a relative, you were bound to your family, a part of them, but peter could’ve been saved from the pain, if only you had stayed away from him from the beginning. but how could you have known? 

still, the guilt was eating you alive. suddenly you could relate to hazel grace from the fault in our stars. not wanting to hurt someone wasn’t easy.

“i couldn’t sleep” peter broke the silence. 

“you know you don’t have to do this, pete. i don’t want to hurt you”

“please don’t say this, we´ve been over this before, y/n and you know how i feel. i could never leave you, never” 

“i’m sor-”

“please don’t apoligise, let´s just talk about something else. tell me a secret”

tell me something you never told before 

“okay.. let me think. i guess the first time i saw you i liked you immediately. i know it sounds silly saying this now, but i just kind of knew. you were sitting at your table and looking trough photos on your camera. you were the first person i saw when i walked into the classroom”

before i walk trough the door, i adore you, i adore you. i do, i do 

peters eyes lid up as he watched you closely. a tear rolled down his cheeks, but he kept smiling. you laughed while thinking back to these happier days 

“i promise i will keep your secret” peter laughed as he grabbed your hand and interwined your fingers. “promise”

smile with me and cry with me. i won’t ever tell a soul. hold my hand, I'll squeeze it back and i’ll never let go

“while we’re at promises, can you please promise me one more thing?” 

peter hesitated. “...a promise if you die?” his voice cracked as he looked down to avoid your eyes

“when i die, pete” 

peters head shot up and his eyes became even more filled with tears.

“when i die you have to promise me that you’ll keep going, don’t look back, just focus on your future, peter. don’t give up”

Never give up, never look back 

“i can’t promise that, but i’ll try to keep going, i can’t promise you more than that” 

I won’t give up, but keep on trying

“thats okay, Pete. as long as you really try. don’t cry too much over me, when i died”

“if, y/n, if” peter sounded desperate. his other hand reached to your hair and feel through the short lenght, that had grown for half a year now. 

“you have to accept it, peter. nothing can cure me, not even you” your tear fell down on your interwined hands 

Dry your tears up, all your crying, cannot fix me up, my darling

“i will never be able to accept it, i will never be able to live without you, to not hear your laugh, to not tell you every secret i have, to not be with you”

twisty, turning, winding paths. I could listen to your laugh, as we tiptoe on these humble truths. i don’t want to lose you 

peter looked into your eyes. “and how i could i, you were the one that was always there for me and you showed me what it meant to love someone, deeply and unrationally but truly. and you teached me that it was a pretty good reason to always keep going”

show me how to love deeper than the surface, my friend and you can show me what it means to have purpose

“peter” you began, choking down sobs. “i don’t want to go, never. but eventually, i’ll have to. you know how much i regret bringing you into this, but as selfish as it sound, isn’t it amazing how i have people that make it so hard for me to say goodbye? you are the reason i look at my life and like what i see. these feelings i have for you, this doesn’t happen often. i love you and i will never forgive myself for leaving you, because its hard. it hurts and it will never be okay, but isn’t that something good too? this makes me remember how precious our love is. if it wasn’t hard, would it even be love?”

“this is not your fault. never think it is, okay love?” you shoke your head, yes, at his question. “and you’re right. it is hard and it hurts so so much. i understand what you mean. and i want you to know that you’re so so loved, deeply and to all ends.”

“thank you, peter” 

peter pulled you closer to his chest. and you both drifted to sleep. with tear stained cheeks and red eyes but with a deep feeling of peace.

__________________________________

peter stood next to your family. wearing a black suit and tie. all four looking towards the pastor. you passed a few days after your talk with peter. it happened at night, you were sleeping in your room. it was the first night since one year that you didn’t awake halfway trough. the last person you had talked to was peter. he had visited you, but was called away by a robbery. he looked deeply disappointed as he crawled out of your window. you laughed at his grimmace. 

“cheer up, you have to save the city, spidey” you spoke. 

“but i don’t want to leave you” 

“i’ll still be here when you come back” 

but you weren’t. when peter came back, he found your bed empty. sheets removed. he had sat there waiting for two hours. you didn’t answer your phone and no one was home. that was when he knew.

after the funeral, peter sat at your grave. 

“hey, baby” he began. “i miss you, i hope its nice where you are.”

he paused. “i just came by to let you know, that i’ll promise to do what you wanted” 

as he stood up to leave, he was held up by your mom. 

“we found this under her pillow” she said. “it is for you”

she gave him a white piece of paper, which was folded. on it was written his name in bold letters.

he sighed as he thanked your mother and watched her leave. than he opened the paper. 

you just promised, didn’t you?

although he had felt like crying he couldn’t help but laugh. you just knew him too well. he looked up at the sky and smiled, for the first time since your passing, as he would always smile at you.

peter went home and pinned the paper to his wall. next to all the pictures of you. this would stay in his room forever. he wouldn’t forget. and by that he made another promise...

“dry your tears up, all your crying, cannot fix me up my darling...” 

—gifts for little brothers

pairing: regulus Black x sirius black (platonic)

summary: regulus had never once in his life received a christmas present until this morning

warnings: none

authors note: I wrote this ages ago lol

regulus was rather sad as he awoke on the morning of the 25th december. normally, every boy would be impatient and looking forward to this special day all december long. but christmas was nothing special in the black family.

at least not special regarding the wishes of a nine year old boy, such as regulus was one. he was dreading to stand up and get dressed. he hated these days. days on which special guests would visit the black house and join the festivities.

but to regulus' misfortune his mother, walburga black, held these events in a really high course. so she always made sure everything, especially her family, would be perfect when their guests arrived.

so just a few seconds after his awakening, a house elf knocked on the black wooden door to regulus' room.

„kreacher was told to make sure master regulus would be awake by now", the rather ugly-looking house elf spoke, as he lifted the curtains of regulus big window.

„thank you, kreacher. would you please tell my mother that im getting ready now?", the boy lifted his blanket and climbed out of his giant bed. When he was younger (about a year or two) he would use a small ladder to get in and out of it.

„of course, master regulus."

the elf turned around and made his way out of the room, just as regulus opened the door to his closet, to reveal the neat suit that was hanging on the back side of its door.

regulus sighed, again, knowing how formal and unrelaxed this day would go for him.

as regulus made his way out of the closet (no pun intended), formely dressed and ready, at that, he heard a soft knock at his door.

"yes?", asked regulus as he watched the door expectively. in marched his brother, formely known as sirius black.

"sirius!", regulus grinned as his brother closed the door quietly and made his way to the bed to sit down comfortably.

"hello regulus", sirius spoke. "how are you feeling this fine morning?"

"bored"

"no wonder", sirius adjusted his position. "mother is more stressed than last year, because a few special guests will come this year". sirius rolled his eyes so high, that regulus could only see the white in them.

"more special than last year?", regulus asked, worriedly, still remebering the unexpected visit of the prime minister from the year before and his mothers not so relaxed reaction to that. the brothers had to hide under a table the whole evening long, in fear to fall into the aroused hands of their mother.

"apparently" sirius sighed and rubbed his temple. "i can't wait to go to hogwarts and get out of all of this"

"you know that she will still make you come, right?", regulus asked

"of course, but atleast i don't have to put up with this the whole year. i will get a tiny bit of freedom and only come on the day of the festivity so i don't have to be present when this woman throws one of her tantrums."

"if only i could come with you"

"dont worry, little brother. its only one more year and than you can join me at hogwarts. but now, i have a little surprise for you"

regulus raised his eyebrows at sirius and sat down next to him on the large bed. "a surprise? what do you mean?"

"i mean this"

sirius reached into the pocket of his suit and took out a little box, messily wrapped in paper.

"what is this?", regulus asked

"its a present, reg. i read about it in a muggle book. this is what other kids get on christmas morning"

regulus brought the box up to his eyes to inspect it further.

in his nine years living, regulus arcturus black had never received a present. because of that he never got to know, what the term actually meant. he admired his brother for knowing all this, because he always knew things that regulus didn't. it was sirius big interest of knowledge, of freedom and the thought of knowing things his mother wouldn't let the teacher inflict on them.

regulus, on the other hand, wasn't like that. he never had enough bravery to do the things his mother didn't want him to. so adapted to everything he was allowed to do and tried to like it.

as regulus finally unwrapped the present a small amulette fell into his hands. as he opened it he could saw a picture of him and his brother on the right side and his full name and a rather weird looking painting at the left side.

"that is the star that you're named after, regulus", sirius spoke after he noticed the confusion on regulus' face.

regulus smiled. "thank you sirius. i like it very much". the nine year old let his arms fall to the sides of his brother and hugged him messily.

after this, the brothers stood up and made their way out of the door to finally face their mother and get in position for the arrival of their guests.

quietly, just for himself, regulus swore he would never forget, how his heart felt warm and his eyes started to fill with light tears, as sirius black gave him the first and only present he had ever received...

—you gave me your word

pairing: potter!reader x platonic!peter pettigrew

summary: james and lily weren't home the night Voldemort came to godric's hollow, but you were

warnings: angst, mentions of death, graphic dialogue 

authors note: let me know if I should do a part two!!

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you sat on the couch, reading your favorite book. the radio was playing quietly in the background. james and lily were at an order meeting. while you stayed behind to watch harry. it had taken days to convince james and lily that it was okay if they left for a few hours to go to a meeting. they were scared to leave you all alone in the big house, even when dumbledore sweared that it was safe there. so after days and days of endless talks about your and harrys safety, they finally agreed to go. but not without having a long and painful talk, what to do if danger ensured. 

they were gone for about half an hour now, and you just had put harry down for a nap, when you heard it. it wasn’t a normal sound. not the creaking of the door, everytime james would go down into the basement, not the sound of someone going up the stairs. it was a sound from the street. a magical sound. 

even when you and james were kids you had this deep gut feeling, that would tell you when something bad was about to happen. call it a magical sixth sense but it had saved james from breaking his arm more than once. 

you reacted immediately. you raced up the stairs, down the corridor to harrys room. you grabbed him out of his crib and panicked

no no no

what now, what now? 

tears streamed down your face. you held harry with your right arm and tried to sooth his crying. with your left arm you grabbed the little bag of floo powder from your back pocket. you breathed in deeply. then you tiptoed to the door, opening it just a crack.

the first thing you heard were the voices 

“where are they?” 

the voice was cold and made you shiver immediately. you had never heard him speak, but as soon as hs voice had reached your ears, you had known. known that it was him. voldemort in person.

you walked down the corridor as quietly as you could. trying to reach james and lilys room in time, before they would notice that you were here. there was your escape. the chimney.

you stood before the door, but suddenly there was another voice, which answered the dark lords question. this voice was familiar, too familiar. peter! you made a noise of shock, which, to your misfortune, wasn’t as quiet as you thought.

oh no 

the voices downstairs had stopped talking and you could hear footsteps nearing the stairs. as quickly as you could, you opened the door, to your brothers and sister-in-laws bedroom and hexed it shut. this wouldn't keep them out for long, but it would buy you enough time to escape. you layed down harry in the fireplace and opened the bag of flew powder, but winced as loud steps neared the door and you could hear someone knock

“this is the first and only time i’m asking nicely to be let in” his voice sounded scary. you felt like a child as your hands shook and you tried to keep focused on your task at hand. 

but at the second loud knock, you were starled so much, that you accidentely let go of the bag, wind flew in trough the opened window and spread the powder all over the floor. 

oh no

you rushed to the fireplace and tried to hide harry behind the fire wood as best as you could, you hexed a muffliato, so his crying wouldn’t be heard. then you stepped a few feet away and tried to gather the powder in your hands, which seemed to be an unsolvable task at the moment.

then you heard the door click. all strength left your hand and the collected powder fell to the floor. 

the door sprang wide open as a figure dressed in all black entered the room. he was nothing short of what you had imagined him to look like. his eyes were read and looked more dangerous than a wand could ever. you rose to your feet. if you were about to battle voldemort you would stand your ground. to win, but most importantly, to save harry.

“look who we have here” voldemort spoke, “little miss y/n potter. isn’t she your friend?” he turned around to the man trailing behind him.

peter ignored the question, as he lifted up his head and looked you straight in the eye. tears streamed down your face as you mustered your friend.

„you gave me your word“ you spat at him, though he didn’t react and it made you wonder. wonder why he did this to you, wonder why he couldn’t keep his promise, but mostly wonder why there wasn’t a bit of shame or regret to be found in his eyes. 

You turned away from Peter and looked at Voldemort

“what do you want from me?” you asked, trying to hide how scared you were.

“not much” voldemort grinned “just the boy” 

you furrowed your eyebrows, as if you didn’t know what he was talking about. “which boy?” 

voldemort laughed. the sound made you shiver.

“pettigrew, you wait downstairs” 

peter took one last look at you, before he turned around and left the room. 

“you tell me where the boy is, now or i’ll kill you” 

your heart beat fast as you watched the man infront of you. of course you had known what he would do to you, but you had expected it much sooner. 

suddenly, you felt more courage than ever before in your life. “you listen to me carefully, when i tell you, that i will never, not in this life, not if you torture me, not if you cut off every single body part of mine, tell you, where harry is. i would die a thousand deaths, just to keep him safe”

“stupid girl” voldemort screamed filled with range, “crucio”

you fell down on your knees, screaming in pain

“tell me. where the boy is. now!” he demanded 

“never!” you screamed, reaching for your wand in the back pocket of your jeans and with all the strength you had left, send a stupefy his way. he blocked the curse and looked even angrier than before.

“now you listen to me closely, you stupid, stupid girl. i was generous, i gave you a choice. all you had to do was tell me where the boy was and you could’ve lived. but stupid girls like you never listen. i’m gonna kill you now and you will see that it won’t be fast. thats what you get for talking back and disrespecting the dark lord.”

“i will never have any respect for you” 

only seconds after, the pain set in and it was the worst pain you had ever felt in you entire life. you felt how the curse was draining your life out. how it killed every cell in your body painfully slow. voldemort watched you for a few minutes. satisfaction on his face as he watched you cry out in pain. after a few minutes he had enough and turned to leave. he wanted that you died all by yourself. 

but still, trough all the pain you were experiencing you managed to grab just a bit of the spreaded powder, that was laying next to you on the floor.

and in mere seconds, just as voldemort turned his back to you and the muffliato you had performed on harry was about to dissolve, because of how fast it had to be cast and only you concentrating on it kept it working, you tossed the powder into the fireplace and mumbled the code word, that would send harry immediately to dumbledore. 

voldemort reacted too late. as he turned around he could only see the green flames brightly glowing. no one to be seen in the fireplace itself. he looked at you laying on the ground, still in so much pain, but smiling triumphantly. 

“oh great dark lord, didn’t you notice the little baby in the fireplace?”

voldemort growled at you and with one last swoosh of his wand he had slashed your troat. he took one long satisfied look at you, your eyes open, glisterned from laughing and a big smile on your lips. 

he left the room. filled with range and anger. even if voldemort had killed you, he had still lost.

peter opened the door to the little room, after voldemort had left. his eyes fell to your body on the floor, a tear streaming down his face. even if you were dead, he could still read the betrayal and unanswered question in your eyes. 

“peter” you seemed to say to him. “what did you do?”

it was probably that question alone that would haunt him to the end of his days...

—i wish i could take your pain away too

pairing: wanda maximoff x sister!reader

summary: wanda had just lost pietro, but there was still someone who’d like to comfort her.

warnings: mentions of death (suicide) and grief

authors note: check out treacherous on my wattpad!! (@lovelyxblossom)

wanda laid on her bed in the compound. she had just finished counting the lamps and was now moving on to the dark patches, as it knocked on her door.

“Come in” she called, without moving a muscle

“how are you?“ wanda would’ve instantly groaned if it weren’t for the person asking the question.

y/n walked into the room, laying down next to her sister.

“it feels different- lonely. we were never separate”

y/n nodded her head and took wandas hand in hers. “i can still feel him“ she said. “it makes me think about sokovia. when we were kids. he would hold my hand when we went to the market, he never left my side“

“I’m sorry, I’ve been locked away all week, I should’ve come to you, I’m the older sister, not you“

“don’t be. i assumed it would be worse for you. you knew him longer and you’re his twin“

“that doesn’t change anything, y/n. he was still your brother“

y/n smiled and laid her arms around her sister. “he will be fine, I’ll take care of it“

tears rolled down both their faces.

“i know you will” wanda said after a few seconds of silence.

“i wish i could do anything for you though”

“you just did”

y/n looked at her with sorrowful eyes, as she shook her head.

“wanda, i wish i could take your pain away too”

before wanda could answer, she sensed a presence behind the door and sighed.

“vision?”

“i apologize I don’t mean to intrude”

“you don’t?”

“well, i suppose, yes i did intend to come in here”

wanda chuckled and patted the empty spot to her right. “come here”

vision looked around the room in question before sitting down next to her.

“were you alone this whole time? i heard you talking so i-“

“i spoke to my sister”

“but, wanda? you don’t have a sister”

“i had a sister. her name was y/n she died while she was experimented on“

“oh, i apologise. you two were the only ones to survive the experiments, so I just thought…“

“..that it was just us two. only pietro and i“ wanda finished for him.

“yes. but why was it different with her?“ vision asked unsurely. “wasn’t she strong enough?”

at that wanda snapped. “she was stronger than pietro and i combined”

“I’m sorry wanda, I shouldn’t have-“

“no it’s alright. you couldn’t know. the experiments worked on us all. especially her. her abilities were unbelievable powerful. she was able to communicate with the dead, change someone’s destiny. bring death or take it away. she could do as she pleased. her powers had no limit. and that was the problem“

she made a pause and took visions hand in hers. “they- they wanted to see if there was a limit, so they let her use her powers on people, innocent people. random men and women, sometimes even children. she only did it because she was promised that pietro and i would be killed if she didn’t obligated. she was so happy when she was a child, but once these powers consumed her, she became sad and the darkness started to control her. but she was always kind, so she resisted just enough”

vision drew his hand through wandas hair, as he listened to her story.

“then came the day. they brought us to watch- me and pietro. and they brought in a little boy. he screamed and cried and y/n did too. but she had to kill him. but when it came to the resurrection she couldn’t do it. i remember her laying on the floor, trying to wake the little boy. and i could hear her scream”

vision looked down at that

“and she looked at us, and she looked so much younger than you look like at 15, because she was just a child. a little girl, and they made a killer out of her. I told them to bring her out to us. to let us calm her down and comfort her. pietro screamed at the guards as they said no to our appeal. and our little sister, she was still there, in the white, isolated box, the dead little boy next to her. she kept looking at us. i could see her veins turn dark when she touched the boys heart, like they did every time she took away someone’s pain. I could see her cry and plead. and i took pietros hand because I was scared. I was so scared”

wanda cried silently. vision intertwined their fingers and tried to sooth her.

“when the black veins reached her shoulders, that was the moment I realised something was wrong. she kept crying and screaming and we could still hear it through the thick glass. she seemed to be in immense pain, both physically and mentally. I was in a trance, I just stood there as i watched and cried.”

vision softly squeezed her hand, watching helplessly as tears ran down wanda’s face.

“but pietro pleaded to take her out, to stop whatever was going on. but they said no. they kept repeating that they wanted to see where this was going so we just stood there and did nothing. her cries grew louder and finally we could hear a last scream, before she collapsed on the floor. then nothing. nobody did anything. they waited. and after 20 minutes of us pleading and nothing happening the little boy sat up. that was the moment i knew. our sister had given her life to save someone else’s. we could just see the back of her head. and when they turned her around we screamed, her hair had turned from red to black. her whole face was littered with black veins and her eyes didn’t look like a bright blue sky anymore. the wouldn’t even let us to her. they just took her away”

“I’m so sorry wanda, that is horrible. and now this whole thing with pietro. I can’t put into words what I’d like to say to you”

“don’t worry vision. as I said before, I just talked to y/n, she told me that pietro was save and that she was able to take his pain away”

“but is it real? when you talk to her I mean? or is it only in your head?”

“if it’s just in my head, it doesn’t make it anything less real, does it?”

“I suppose you’re right”

they fell into silence as they watched the stars outside of wandas window.

wanda only looked away when she heard a cough. she turned to her door. there stood y/n and next to her- pietro! they both smiled and waved at her and wanda did it back. she watched as y/n took pietros hand in her own, just like she did when they were children-, and they both threw a last lingering gaze at wanda. then they walked through the door as they vanished into thin air.

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Can you write a George Karim x reader fic with early morning cuddles? 🙏🙏

—daylight

pairing: george karim x reader

summary: early morning cuddles, mostly just fluff

you stretched you arms out, turning around in the bed and facing, what was meant to be your boyfriend. but to your worry, the side of the bed was empty, covers thrown away lazily and no trace of the boy you loved. there was a moment of hesitation, in which you considered just screaming his name, scared that something has happened, but before you could do anything, you heard the familiar scraping of a pen on paper.

as you looked up towards the desk, you could see the back of his head.

"Georgie?" you mumbled, voice still raspy, the tiredness not having left your body just now.

"oh!" he turned around to look at you "you're awake already" he had to snicker at the state of your hair, you always messed it up with your hands while you slept. not even his own hair was safe from it.

you threw a look towards the clock at your right and understood why George was questioning why you were already awake. it was only six.

"why are you up, baby?" you muttered and Georges cheek tinted pink by the nickname. but there was only so much you could see of his face, considering that it was so early and you were living in London. "come back to bed, so we can sleep some more"

George contemplated, before he finally shook his head "I'm sorry, y/n" he said "I really have to finish this"

"ugh" you replied "can't you continue working at like nine or something? if it's lockwood who's--"

"--it's not lockwood" George interrupted "I really want to finish this"

"do it later" you tried again "please, baby. come back to bed"

George had already turned around to his desk, when his head suddenly shot in the air at your words. the usage of the nickname seemed to absolutely confuse and flatter him at the same time. he threw a last look to the writings on the desk, before he got up and crossed the room.

as he came closer you could see how red his face had gotten. he took of his glasses and crawled into bed beside you.

"alright" he said, opening his arms, so you could lay on his chest "just promise me that lockwood won't ever find out about that nickname, okay?"

"you don't like it?" you pouted, turning your head so you could catch his eyes, he was already looking at you.

"of course I do" he took great offence to you thinking otherwise. "it's just-- I mean, you know lockwood. he wouldn't shut up about it"

"lockwood is a dick" you nodded, thinking back to that head size drawing you had done on the thinking cloth. you had never spent as much time fighting a ghost, then you had painting that picture of lockwood getting his head bitten off by a shark.

"I love you y/n" George muttered, while his eyes slowly closed. his hair was tickling your forehead and you smiled at the overworked boy, your overworked boy. glad that he was getting some sleep now, even if you practically had to flirt him back to back

is arms were draped around you, while you snuggled your head into the crouch of his neck, planting a kiss next to his collarbone, before you returned to your position on his chest.

"night, baby" you responded and watched as Georges cheeks grew flustered once again. then you closed your eyes. still wrapped up in the boy by your side.

it didn't even take a week, until lockwood heard of your new nickname for George, making fun of it the whole time the team was on a mission. later that day, you drew another piece of art, which featured lockwood being chased by a killer, holding an axe, while you and George stood next to them, getting married.

hopefully that scenery would come true some day. well at least half of it, you didn't really believe in weddings that much.

Hi! Could you do a Lockwood x reader where she’s on Kipps’ team and they’re in love with each other ever since they first met and he asks her out to the Fittes ball? If this makes sense- just a lot of fluff and stuff. Thanks :) ❤️

—enchanted

pairing: anthony lockwood x reader

summary: lockwood and reader, a fittes agent, have been in love ever since they first met and its been quite obvious for anyone else, but them

"quit making it so obvious, will ya?" Quill exclaimed, after the team and you followed him out of the church, where your current mission was held.

"what are you talking about?" you asked, quiet startled by Quill's sudden remark. normally it was Bobby who would get the jabs from the older boy and normally he would compliment your effort. he seemed to be a bit aggravated at the moment though.

"don't play dumb, y/n" Quill shook his head "anyone could read the infatuation from off your face" he stopped and turned to look at you "even now, still"

you scrunched your eyebrows together, still not understanding what your cousin was saying. "Quill" you said lowly "could we please discuss this somewhere else" your eyes hinted at the rest of your team, that was still standing beside you

"its fine, really" Quill ignored your worry "I mean, its not as it isn't obvious from him too"

"what?" you asked confused. it was true, you had been in love with Anthony Lockwood from the moment you first laid eyes on him, but you never thought he reciprocated that feeling. he just was friendly with you, that was all.

"oh c'mon, y/n!" Quill bellowed "Lockwood is obsessed with you!"

"no, he isn't" your eyes darted from Quill towards your teammates

"he's right" Bobby nodded, when your eyes finally landed on him

you shook your head, still not believing what you were hearing

"you can't be that oblivious, can you?" your eyes darted back to your cousin, the blonde boy raising his eyebrows, like he was questioning your intelligence, or your sanity even. "hello, y/n" he said, trying to imitate Lockwood "would you like some tea? I bought it on my way here"

"that's not-"

"y/n!" Bobby joined in "your hair looks so gorgeous today, you should style it like this more often"

"guys, please-"

"if your cousin gets too infuriating, you know you can always start at my agency" Kat added

"ok well, but that's just Lockwood being friendly, alright? we've known each other for a long time, we're friends okay?"

"that doesn't look like friendship to me" Kat muttered

"he literally remembered a book you mentioned once and went to an autography session, just so the author could sign it" Quill rolled his eyes "I wouldn't even do that and I'm your family! just make a move already, poor boys probably getting tired of licking your shoes"

you opened your mouth, stunned at what Quill had just said "he told me his mum had that book flying around and he didn't need it anymore, and that it was already signed when he found it"

"well, it wasn't"

it was weirdly out of character for Quill to stand up for Lockwood, his more or less enemy, like that.

"look, y/n" Quill said firmly "I'm not a fan of Lockwood and he's definitely not my friend, but the poor bloke is literally suffering in front of all of our eyes, its gotten pathetic. the fittes ball is at the end of this week, and if he won't ask you out, then I will write a letter and get him to do it, alright? get yourself together and please stop acting like a love drunken idiot"

"huh?" you exclaimed startled, as you watched Quill turn around and walk down the way, back to the entry of the cemetery, the rest of your team following. you picked up your pace until you were next to them again.

that very evening though, you received a letter from Lockwood himself, asking you to accompany him to the ball. Quill had taken it out of the mailbox and had held it up like a treasure, muttering I told you so.

the afternoon before the ball had been spend by trying on different dresses and forcing Quill to be your fashion consultant, until he was so fucked off he was ready to jump out of the window

"really, y/n" he had said "you could even go dressed in a potato sack and he would still look at you the whole night"

so now you were standing in front of the house, to your luck, not dressed in a potato sack, but a glistening red dress that ended right at your thighs, waiting for Lockwood to pick you up

"hello" he said stunned when he had stepped out of the taxi to hug you and open the door for you. "you look absolutely mesmerising"

these words and the look on his face while saying it, gave you the first moment in which you actually believed what quill had told you. Lockwood was never the one to hold back on compliments, maybe that's why you've never noticed it before.

the ball was in full swing when you two entered the venue, Lockwood holding onto your hand tightly, as if you might slip away if he'd let go of it.

"fancy a drink?" one of the servers asked and Lockwood took one glass for each of you, downing the liquor as soon as he had handed you your glass.

"nervous?" you asked, laughing at his sudden keenness on drinking

"yes, actually" he said, looking up from the glass and finding your eyes instead. "I'm not normally. only ever when I'm around you. George and Lucy said that its gotten really obvious at this point"

"Quill said that too" you added and Lockwood looked up surprised

"even kipps noticed?" he muttered frustrated

"yeah" you shrugged your shoulders "but particularly he meant me"

"you?" Lockwood asked confused and you nodded "oh"

"yes, oh" you smiled uncomfortably "they even got me as far as to believe that there was something going on, between us, I mean"

"oh" Lockwood repeated

"oh?" your voice sounded more hurt than you had anticipated

"no- I mean not oh, but oh!" Lockwood tried to save himself from the awkwardness "I didnt think we would get to the point as fast, but here we are, and it's seems like I don't really have to tell you what I feel anymore"

"no you don't, technically" you smiled "but I'd still like to hear it from you"

"well in that case" Lockwood laughed "I like you, y/n. since always"

"oh, since always?" you laughed "very specific"

"since the moment I laid eyes on you, to be exact. and here I am, asking you if you feel the same"

"obviously" you smiled at the grinning boy in front of you "it wasn't any different for me, I knew it was over the moment I saw you"

"well, what can I say?" Lockwood chuckled "meeting me enchants people"

Enemies to lovers George Karim x reader PLEASE!!

—mastermind

pairing: george karim x reader

summary: the team has to work together with quill kipps, for George that means being stuck with the best friend of the blonde leader, y/n. the only person in the whole world that seemed to be smarter than him, that's why he hated her.

George Karim was not entirely the nicest person, at least not to his close friends. that usually differed with other people, with them he was nice and tried his best not to grow aggravated as them when they didnt know a simple fact

it was different with y/n l/n though. she had been in Kipps' team for the past two years and what Quill Kipps was to Lockwood, y/n was to George. it was mostly the concept that she seemed to be a bit more intelligent as him and literally succeed at anything she tried.

it wasn't hard for him to hate her. intelligence and knowledge had always been his thing. but to George's dismay, Barnes had gotten Lockwood to accept the helping hand of Kipps, which normally wouldn't have been a problem, if he hadn't decided to bring his best friend, y/n with him.

"look at this" George exclaimed, while Lockwood, Lucy, Kipps, y/n and him were sitting at the kitchen table, researching the case they were about to take on together "seems like the ghost has a connection to Heather Abbott"

"the actress?" Kipps asked confused

"precisely" George nodded "she received her second Oscar in 1977 and then, two weeks later, she disappeared suddenly. here, you can see it on the picture, they are standing together and it says it was taken on June 26 1980"

"oh bullshit" y/n exclaimed from behind the papers, without even looking up from what she was reading. all eyes turned to her, as she finally put the papers down "sorry to disappoint you, but Haeather Abbott wasn't the one that disappeared, it was her sister. Heather died through natural causes at the end of may 1982, so much for your theory. and to be exact, that isn't even her on the picture"

Lockwood's eyes turned big as he threw a look in George's direction, after y/n had picked up her papers again. normally his best friend would never make such mistakes, but in the presence of y/n, George always felt the need to be the smartest, so he often acted too quick without thinking it through. he wasn't much himself when she was near.

Kipps laughed into the hand he had put up in front of his mouth, trying to be discreet, but obviously failing, before he patted y/n's shoulder, his face showing the obvious triumph.

"oh" George exclaimed "I could've sworn I was right-"

"well, you weren't" y/n answered and in that very moment, George was about to jump over the table and close his hands around her neck. luckily for the girl, Lockwood had noticed George's growing interest in murder and held him down. the others not even noticing the outburst he had prevented.

about three hours later, the group was standing in a dark alley way, ready to start their mission. much to George's dismay, y/n had found the important information.

turns out the ghost they were hunting, an old singer, known as Gale Humphrey, had different connections to some more than just illegal organisations, which led to his death, when he was found murdered in his old london chalet. the house was huge and it was important to know their way, before they would walk inside blindly. y/n had made sure of that, to which even Lockwood had to praise her.

when they entered, they decided to part ways, so that they would cover as much ground as possible.

"Lucy, George and I will go upstairs, Kipps and y/n downstairs, alright?" Lockwood began ordering and Kipps raised his eyebrows

"so you can find everything important and get the whole fee? without y/n you would go in blindly, you wouldn't even have half the information you have now, thanks to your reasearcher being totally off the bat"

"hey!" George protested, but went ignored by both boys

"he's right" said Lucy. she was about the only one that was at least somewhat friendly to Kipps and actually liked y/n. probably because she was living with two boys and didn't get the chance often, to actually spend time with another girl. "you know he is, Lockwood"

"okay" Lockwood breathed "how would you do it?"

"you, Lucy and I go up. Karim and y/n down. it should mostly be safe downstairs. the talents would be parted evenly. Lucy and y/n are both listeners, you have the sight thing, George has touch. seems fair to me"

"alright" Lockwood breathed and George's eyes grew big.

"what?" he spat, like Lockwood had just traded him in "i'm not going down there with her. first chance she gets, she's probably trying to kill me" "like I would need to do that in a haunted mansion" y/n rolled her eyes "if I wanted you dead, you were, sweetheart"

George gulped in disbelief, sending another pleading look in Lockwoods direction. "please, Lockwood"

"I'm sorry, George" Lockwood breathed, before he turned around, closely followed by Kipps. Lucy waited a few seconds longer, before she had to give in. she send an apologetic look towards George, before she followed the boys up the stairs

"just you and me than" y/n smiled provocative "really romantic"

"just amazing" George smiled sarcastically "hopefully the ghost will be better company"

"oh come on, Karim" y/n threw her hands in the air, as she followed him down the stairs "you don't hate me that much"

"I would like you more if you weren't such a know-it-all, all the time" he rolled his eyes

"like you are any better" she shrugged

"try listening, will ya?" he instructed, ignoring her words from before. he wasn't as annoying about knowledge as y/n was. he definitely wasn't.

the girl closed her eyes, while George tried to gather anything from the walls. there wasn't much he could feel

he turned around when he heard y/n's sudden gasp. "what is it?" he asked, hand gliding to his rapier, as he watched the girl, who seemed to be in full distress.

"don't move" she muttered, while she gripped his arms and gently pulled him towards her

"is it him?" George wondered "the ghost? is he here?" he repeated quickly, because y/n's eyes were still fixated on something behind him. "y/n!" he tried again, calling her by her first name for the first time in a long while since they were introduced to each other

her face had lost all its colour and she was rapidly moving backwards, taking him with her. her eyes had spilled a few tears. obviously they were not used to being a team and going on missions together, but they had had their share of ghost fighting in each others company, and George had never seen her this scared. y/n always seemed to keep her cool, even at the most monstrous of ghosts.

he tried to gain her attention again, but it was to no use. he took her hand off of him and drew his rapier, turning around in a quick motion to be met with... nothing?

"it's on the ground" y/n muttered as she noticed his eyes dazing around the place

George looked down to the ground slowly, anticipating anything but what he was seeing. it wasn't a ghost, but an animal, a snake to be exact. a little green snake, he noticed as he held his flashlight on it, which was one of the most harmless beings put on earth.

"it's just a snake" he chuckled

"I-I know" y/n hissed and George noticed how she stumbled back even further, just now without him

"are you scared?" he asked bewildered

"ob-obviously" y/n answered, while she kept her eyes on the still forward stalking animal "would you mind stopping it?!"

"y-yeah" George bend down and took the short snake between his fingers, cautious that it wasn't too close to his skin to be able to bite him. the snake wasn't dangerous, but he didn't really need to be bitten tonight. he walked to the other room to open a window and set the animal free. "better?" he asked, when he came to a hold next to the girl

"yeah" she mumbled "thank you, that was nice"

"no problem. i'm just a bit surprised is all, I mean, you're the great l/n! you're not scared of anything"

"well, I am scared of some things. maybe not ghosts and darkness, but there are still some things"

"like not being the smartest person in the room?" he asked sarcastically, returning to his old self

"you don't get anything, do you?" y/n asked "I'm sorry you can't take a hit to your ego. and I'm sorry you were wrong, but that isn't really my fault, is it? someone had to correct what you were saying before our team would walk into another mission blindly, but I guess normally you're used to that, aren't you?"

"woah, hold up" George put up his hands in surrender "our team? the last I remember this was my team and you and kipps only added yourselves to it"

"like we had any choice" y/n mocked "the most prestigious agency, lockwood and co, just can't get away from burning houses down, killing people or angering DEPRAC, obviously Barnes had to get you lot a supervisor"

"yeah, maybe, but not you"

"do you think I like spending time with you either?" y/n voice grew louder and bounced off the walls, they were both full on screaming at each other now

"you wouldn't be so insufferable if you were less intelligent" George screamed right back

"do you think I like being like this?"

George's mouth had run dry had the answer she had screamed at the top of her lungs. now he was just simply staring at her.

for George intelligence had always been a gift, to be able to memorise as much as possible and understand complex connections. he loved learning new things and he liked to be the smartest person in the room. all his life he had been just that, the smartest person. well at least until he had met her.

"are you kidding me?" George laughed "you are always bragging about how smart you are"

"really? am I?"

now that he was really thinking about it, it seemed like most of that had been in his head. obviously she would correct him when he was being wrong and sometimes she would break into five minute rants, after which she had to slowly repeat herself, so everyone would be able to grasp the concept she had understood a long time before them.

she was cocky and confident and sometimes rude, but she hadn't always been like that, he suddenly noticed. he remembered at fittes, when they first met each other and trained together, she would mostly keep to herself. she would answer when she was asked and if he made a mistake, she would correct him privately, so he could redeem himself without a big huff.

he couldn't really remember when he had begun hating her, or why he did. maybe because in his eyes, intelligence was the only good quality he had, but when she was there, he didn't even have that.

maybe the hatred had begun when he began liking her too much. at least that's when he began talking to her, like she was no one to him. and after some time, she seemed to return that favour.

"you're right" he finally said, realising his mistake "but you were nicer about it when we first met"

"because i liked you, you idiot. at least until you began to go all rouge on me" she paused, sitting down on the steps and waiting until he did the same

"do you know what its like to work as a woman in just another male dominated industry? they don't take you seriously, because you're just a girl, what could you know? what you say is never right, because it isn't what they would say... for the longest time, being smart was like a curse to me. that's why I left the team and went to Kipps. he was the first one to make me feel good about it, about being the smartest one in the room, there isn't really any shame in that. he helped me to be more confident, to not hold back when I want to say something and to not feel bad when I know something better than others. when we first met I thought you could understand how I was feeling. I quickly realised you couldn't and at some other point I finally noticed how much I was annoying you"

"oh" George just said "I never knew you were feeling like that. I think I was just jealous of you, because I felt like you were taking something away from me by being smarter. now that I think about it, I wasn't any better than the other men, was I?"

"no" y/n shook her head chuckling

"I was really dumb, im sorry for that" George smiled at the girl "intelligence always seemed like a gift to me, I never thought about it being this bad for someone else."

"it's alright George, I should've just ask you what was going on"

"you are not responsible for my insecurities" George shook his head "and I shouldn't have acted like you were" he shrugged his shoulder "I think deep down I wanted to be like you, so effortlessly smart, and what was supposed to be admiration grew into anger, because I realised I could never be"

"somehow, that's kind of cute" y/n laughed "I didn't know I had an admirer"

"you confessed to liking me first, just for the record"

"yeah, i'll keep that in the protocol" y/n pointed at her head "photographic memory"

"oh, man!" George cried out "obviously I had no chance against you"

"no" y/n smiled

she leaned forward and softly, her lips found his. engulfing him into a sweet and gentle kiss. it didn't even feel weird, more like it was always meant to be, they just had taken too long to realise it.

"you never had"

"I'm fine with that, actually" George muttered and connected their lips once again.

Hey! I saw you opened requests for Lockwood&Co so I wanted to ask for some jealous Anthony Lockwood x reader if that's okay with you

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Pairing: Anthony Lockwood x reader

Summary: normally Lockwood can hide his feelings quite well. that talent seems to fade every time someone tries to flirt with his y/n

Translation: n/n = nickname

"I really think we can go home now" Anthony Lockwood said to you, while you were in the middle of a conversation with one of the boys, Noah Prentiss, from another agency.

"lockwood!" you scolded and send him a tired look

"no it's okay, n/n" Noah said smiling "I should probably leave as well. it was nice talking to you" he looked towards Lockwood "you too! Goodbye" then he went off

"n/n?" Anthony asked while he was walking next to you "I thought only I was allowed to call you that"

you reached for his hand and intertwined your fingers "its a quite common shortage for my name, also I don't mind" you smiled "actually I should be scolding you, you were the one to disrupt a peaceful conversation I was just having now."

"I didn't like the way he was looking at you"

"you didn't like the way he was looking at me?" you repeated mockingly "how did he look at me, then?"

"like he wanted to undress you"

"well, you look at me like you want to undress me all the time, even now"

"it's okay when I do it, I'm your boyfriend. that means I actually get to undress you" he muttered angrily, you would've probably felt for him, if what he was saying didn't sound so absolutely ridiculous, so you broke into full on laughter, you even had to stop and bend down at some point

"n/n!" Anthony cried out "why are you laughing at me?"

you had to wait for a few minutes, before you could answer, still not being able to catch your breath. "I'm sorry" you wheezed "it's just too funny"

"I don't know what could be funny about this" your boyfriend exclaimed and crossed his arms in front of his chest disapprovingly.

"oh, baby" you smiled, stepping in front of the boys and opening his arms, so you could step inside. Anthony didn't budge, still keeping his eyes above your head. you knew him quite well, and you knew when he was acting like this, it wasn't normally easy to gain his attention. well, you were his girlfriend for a reason

your hand slid up to his neck. still no movement from him. then you went to stand on your tiptoes, your lips only a few inches from his. "look at me, baby" you muttered and you could feel his hot breath on your face.

you could see in his features that he was trying hard to resist you, but the longer you were as close like this, the harder it got for him.

the final moment came when you stretched a bit higher and connected your lips. his hands immediately went to your waist to pull you closer and returning the kiss with as much passion as you were used to.

you broke the kiss slowly, stepping away from his body, which was harder than you had initially thought, considering he was holding you in a death grip.

"let's go home than" you smiled at how hot and bothered your boyfriend had gotten in the last minute

"by the way" you said, stepping closer and coming to a halt next to him. you stood on your tiptoes again so your mouth was in front of his ear. you placed a lingering kiss, just beneath and watched in satisfaction how his body shivered.

"I don't mind when you get jealous" you whispered in his ear "I think you are incredibly hot than"

Anthony watched as you stepped away from him and walked across the street, on your way to the door of the house you all lived in. it wasn't easy to shut up Anthony Lockwood, but you were one of the only people who was able to do just that. mostly because he found you breathtakingly beautiful and he was so in love with you, that he would've done anything if you just asked him to.

"seems like I do need to get drunk on jealously more often" Anthony muttered to himself, gaining back his ability to speak and putting on this signature smirk of his, before he took off after you

A/N: i'm sorry that it's so short and that I got a bit carried away omg

lockwood

enemies to lovers

—treacherous

pairing: anthony lockwood x fem!reader

summary: how can it be that two people who grew up together hate each other so much? for lockwood and y/n that hate was definitely normal. suddenly they find out that love and hate are really close together and there might be something treacherous in the way that they like to scream at each other.

warnings: making out, reader and lockwood hating each other

"it's literally unbearable with you two" Lucy exclaimed outraged after you and Lockwood had just gotten in another fight on the mission.

"you can be glad that Lucy was able to find the source and seal it" George scolded "you'd both be dead if it wasn't for her!"

both you and Lockwood seemed to shrink under the glaring eyes of your friends. you had just gotten home and it seemed that everything that George and Lucy had kept in during the cab ride was unleashing now

"I'm so fed up!" Lucy screamed and even Lockwood winced at her sudden outburst "how can two people that live with each other since they were born, hate one another that much! I don't even get it, what's up with you two?"

"it's not like I like living with him" you muttered through clenched teeth "it's just for safety purposes and it's my home as much as it is his"

the Lockwoods and your parents had been friends for forever, when they decided to move in together. they thought you and Lockwood would like to grow up together and one day eventually get married, so that you all could become a real family. despite your parents wishes, you and the boy never got along. he knew how to push all the right buttons with you, especially because he knew so much about you. at least you could stay out of each others way as much as possible, it was still a huge house. after both your parents death you both decided to stay, you really didn't have the money to buy another house in London, so it was better this way, even if you two hated each other.

"let's just all cool down and get a good nights sleep. you look like you died two weeks ago, y/n"

"says the boy that never sleeps" you shrugged "don't think you can fool me"

"I don't think we are the ones that need to cool down" George exclaimed bitterly

"whatever you say" you rolled your eyes and bumped your shoulder into Lockwood's when you left the library. you went the stairs up to your room and decided to take a quick shower after the awful mission you had just barely survived. not long after you had gotten clothed, someone knocked on your door.

"come in" you called and Lucy stepped into the room

"hi" she smiled "I just wanted to say that I'm sorry about earlier, I shouldn't have screamed at you like that" "oh no, luce" you interrupted "don't be sorry, please. I nearly got us killed"

"that was hardly your fault" Lucy scoffed "if Lockwood hadn't acted like a total dickhead this all wouldn't have happened"

"oh" you said surprised "you really think that?"

"obviously" she pointed behind her "to make it up to you, I cleared the library, so you can finally read the book in your chair, without having to fear that Lockwood will be there"

"you really did?" you got up excitedly, grabbing your favourite book from off your nightstand "you don't know how much that means to me"

"oh believe me" Lucy smiled mischievously "I do"

if you hadn't been so excited about the whole situation, you might've noticed the smirk that planted on her lips just when you walked through the doorframe. you might've also noticed Lockwood's crooked door and the fact that George was telling him the same Lucy had just told you.

but you didn't notice all that

instead you went down into the library, heart fluttering when you noticed that Lockwood really wasn't anywhere in sight. you sat down on your chair, opening the book in your hands and returning to the point at which you had last stopped reading.

you only looked up when you heard footsteps.

"oh no" you muttered when you saw Lockwood walking into the library. you went to get up and retreat back to your room, when Lockwood did something totally unreasonable

"don't worry" he smiled "i'm just grabbing a magazine. you can stay"

"o-okay" you said while you watched him get the magazine from off the counter and walk back to the door. your eyes found your book again and for a few seconds there was complete silence, until you looked up and jumped, because Lockwood was still standing at the door

"it's locked" he said answering your unasked question

you got up from the chair and tried open the door yourself, but it was to no appeal. "shit" you muttered

"let's just ignore each other"

"I thought I could finally spend some time alone down here" you said angrily "Lucy even cleared it for me because you were behaving like a dickhead earlier"

"I wasn't at fault earlier" Lockwood replied, only hearing the last part of what you were saying

"obviously you were" you crossed your arms "If you hadn't acted like one, we wouldn't even have fought"

"like you never start a fight"

"no, I'm the peaceful one between us"

"peaceful, my ass" Lockwood scoffed "you once threw a book at me, because I wouldn't let you have the last doughnut"

"see! you were behaving like a dickhead there too" you said mockingly "you always act like one"

"oh I do?" he asked sarcastically "like you always act so high and mighty"

"then tell me what I act like if you're so much smarter"

"you act like a damn witch"

"like a witch?" you repeated laughing "is that the only insult little Anthony knows?"

"I bet we wouldn't fight as much if you could keep your mouth shut once, you're always talking"

"oh does it bother you when I speak? because I'm always right? you don't like to be wrong, not even when we were children, Anthony, believe me, I know"

"because I hated you since we were children"

"oh, like I ever liked you! you were unbearable from the first second on!"

"just shut up already! you always have to be the one who has to keep talking"

"I can talk as much as I want to"

"not when I tell you to shut up"

"you aren't allowed to tell me anything, you dick!" you exclaimed angrily

"just shut up already!" he screamed

"make me" you muttered and watched while Anthony stepped forward until you were only a few inches apart

"I don't think you would want me to" he whispered. he was so close to you, that you could feel his hot breath on your skin

"just shut up already" you said, repeating his words from earlier

"make me" he smiled

and you did just that. your hand went down to his tie and you pulled him towards you, until your lips connected. you had never been kissed this passionately before, and Anthony seemed to think the same.

he walked you backwards, until your back hit the wall. his hands found your waist and your fingers gripped his hair, to pull him even closer

"fuck" the boy you had always hated muttered, when you turned you both around, so his back was at the wall. you bent down your head so you had access to his neck

he breathed in hurriedly, every time your lips made connection with his skin

you had just gotten back to kissing, when your heard the door unlock. George and Lucy walked inside and were speaking to you, until they were silenced by the uncommon sight in front of them

Lucy cleared her throat and Lockwood and you jumped away from each other caught.

"well" said George "this is- unexpected to say the least"

"very" Lucy nodded

Lockwood and you looked at each other and for the first time in.. well, forever, the both of you were honestly smiling at each other, each one wearing a big and toothy grin

"freaky world" George shrugged his shoulders and left the room. closely followed by Lucy

"I don't really think I've ever hated you" Lockwood muttered, connecting your hands

"me neither" you smiled, sending the boy a lopsided grin "I think I could get used to this"

"oh yeah" Lockwood pulled you closer by the small of your back "yeah, definitely" then he connected your lips again

it seemed that everything your parents had planned was finally coming true. like a final rest after a treacherous hike. and your relationship with Anthony Lockwood had always been one thing above all else: treacherous.

could you write anthony lockwood x reader? he‘s a tease and annoying the reader and she get’s frustrated about his behaviour and starts to ignore him so he tries to make up by making her breakfast every morning.

i got inspired by the scene where lockwood cuts the toast for lucy. It’s literally so sweet.

—king of my heart

pairing: anthony lockwood x fem!reader

summary: there was always this flirty banter between them, without anything ever happening. one day the reader grows tired of it and leaves lockwood to make a choice

warnings: sexual themes, mentions of sex but no smut or anything

note: everyone is grown up, it’s more an AU after the events of the first season

also: please request more!! i’m so thrilled to write!!!

“shit, you look hot” Anthony muttered, when he saw you standing in the doorway. you grew flustered at the compliment and send him a lopsided grin.

“stop looking at me like that or we have to go back home” he teased before he walked up to you and placed a lingering kiss on her your cheek, intensely looking into your eyes before he left you standing alone

the longest you remember your relationship with the agency head had always been like that. you met at training and you were the first person he thought of when starting the agency.

of course you were on board from the very start.

nothing ever actually happened between you two, but Anthony liked to say those things to you, getting you flustered. after some time you started returning the favor, but you actually meant the things you said, you couldn’t say that for him surely. the first time you had done it, you were sure Anthony was at the verge of passing out

“fuck” he had muttered upon your sight “you don’t know half of the things i’d like to do to you”

you had walked up next to him, until he was feeling your breath on the side of his head, standing on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear. “don’t be shy, baby” then you did as he always did and placed a lingering kiss onto his cheek.

the teasing and flirting was a red string throughout your whole relationship. it didn’t stop after George came along and also not after Lucy joined.

Lucy had often questioned George on the thing you and Anthony had going on. George would always just shrug his shoulders and explain that it was always like that. it didn’t take long for Lucy to grow used to your unusual banter.

it’s not that you didn’t like the things Anthony was saying to you, it actually made the butterflies in your stomach get active even more, but never did something actually happen, not more than a chaste kiss to the cheek.

after some time you grew frustrated. you put so much work in the supposedly relationship with Anthony, you had never pursued anything or anyone else for that matter. at the same time Anthony didn’t seem to grasp onto the concept that you wanted him to do these things to you, that you didn’t want himself from holding back to kiss you.

these mixed signals annoyed you to no end, so one day you finally snapped.

“hey sexy” Anthony leaned in your doorframe watching as you were reading on your bed

“not now, Lockwood” you muttered

the boy raised his eyebrows at the name. you never called him that, you never even called him Anthony. since you guys had met, you had always ever called him tony, or baby, which he found much more endearing and told you to use more often. so it actually became his new nickname

“what?” he asked confused “no baby?”

you rolled your eyes but ignored what he was saying, so he stepped into the room

“i wish i could take off your shirt-“

he stopped when he met your glaring eyes. he thought he was in for scolding, but you just stood up, walking closer

“do it, then” you said

and his breath hitched in his throat. he was used to you entertaining his teasing, but you had never looked so serious while doing so

“w-what?” he exclaimed

“take off my shirt” you stepped even closer, until you were able to grab onto his hands and bring them to the hem of your shirt, like you were instructing him what to do.

“what”

you slowly raised up his hands, that were now gripping onto your shirt, and helped him pull it off your body. this action left you standing in a black bra.

Anthony’s eyes went down to your chest, breathing slowly.

“what is-“ he was still not quite himself, the teasing had always stopped at the verge of undressing each other- well not this time

“what are you gonna do?” you asked slowly “are you gonna take off your shirt? are you gonna sleep with me? or are you about to leave, proving your words to be empty”

“i don’t-“ he muttered, still trying to grasp onto what was happening

“that’s what i thought” you nodded, grabbing your shirt from his hands and pulling it over your head. it was only than that he noticed how dressed up you were.

your make up was perfect and your hair had been curled and styled. he watched as you walked back to your bed, grabbing your bag and pulling out red lipstick, that you put on at the varsity across from him.

“what are you doing?” he asked as his eyes found yours in the mirror

“i’m going out”

“what? why?”

“look” you said stepping next to him “i’m just tired. i’m going to sleep with someone tonight and honestly, i don’t care if it’s you or quill kipps of all people”

his eyes grew big as you left him standing speechless in your room. he only realized what had just happened when he heard the front door close. he rushed down the steps, but as he reached the door he could only watch you drive away in a cab.

“what’s going on?” asked George stepping next to Lockwood

“y/n just left”

“she left? without us? how is she gonna manage-“

“not for a case, George” Lockwood interrupted bitterly

“for- for a date?” George asked slowly, noticing the dark look that had plastered itself onto the other boys features

“fuck” Lockwood growled before he send a kick towards the rapier holder, sending it flying onto the ground

George stepped back to make room for the fuming boy, that was now retracing back to his room. in the mean time, George was joined by Lucy who had sat in the kitchen and was alarmed by the sudden noise.

“what’s going on?” she asked confused

“oh” George muttered, trying to keep in a laugh “y/n left for a date”

“he’s finally getting it?”

“seems like it”

George and Lucy had noticed how you both were utterly in love with each other. while you weren’t holding back on showing it, Lockwood didn’t even seem to realize.

they watched as Lockwood came rushing down the stairs, now wearing his coat. Lucy grabbed onto his arm to hold him back.

“where are you going?” she asked

“to find y/n”

“i don’t think you should” Lucy muttered “i think she gave you a fair chance, and as it seems you made your decision, now leave her be”

Lucy, who had quickly grown to be y/n’s best friend, knew everything about the latter girls feeling. she would often find her friend crying and begging for a reason why Lockwood never seemed to actually like her. she knew that she couldn’t handle the relationship the two were having anymore, but she also knew that y/n just couldn’t give up Anthony that fast, that’s why she didn’t, that’s why she let him make the choice.

“she’s going to sleep with bloody Kipps!” he protested

“what?” muttered George

“i know” said Lucy softly

“you know?” both boys asked. well, George was confused while Lockwood was angry

“and you didn’t talk her out of it?” he bellowed

“no? why would i? y/n’s a grown up, Kipps is a grown up. he’s handsome and funny and-“

“can i stop you right there?” Lockwood muttered while looking like he was about to stab Lucy “you send her out to have sex with- with someone-”

“with someone?” Lucy asked, before she finished the sentence her self “with someone that isn’t you?”

“yes, god-damnit!” Lockwood screamed

“you had your chance, Lockwood” Lucy exclaimed without any sympathy for the boy. she had watched y/n cry too often because of him to still be sympathetic. “and you blew it, end of story. if you don’t want her, than there are lots of others who do. don’t blame this on her, because you’re the one that never did anything about what was going on between you guys”

she grabbed George’s arm and Lockwood watched his friends retreat down to the kitchen. he took of his coat, sighing, tears in his eyes, because Lucy was right. it really was his fault after all

it wasn’t until the early morning that you made your way back into portland row.

you had kept your window open, which was on the side of the house, so you could climb in easily on top of the garbage bins.

you landed onto your bed, but it was only than that you noticed it being occupied by a body. “ow” said body exclaimed when you landed on top of him.

him as in Anthony Lockwood.

“Lockwood?” you whispered, stepping in front of the bed and watching as the boy got up slowly from the mattress.

“holy hell, y/n!” Lockwood spoke “where have you been all night?”

“oh no” you said while taking off your shoes “you’re not getting to yell at me now”

“i’m not— goddamnit!” he muttered, letting his head sink into his hands “i made you breakfast” he pointed at the tray he had brought.

“the tea must be cold by now” you noticed and he nodded

“listen” Lockwood stepped closer to you “i’m actually here, because i wanted to tell you how sorry i am about yesterday” he paused “i- i was an asshole and honestly there’s no real excuse for that, because it took me until yesterday to realize how real this between us was— is!”

“Lockwood” you said but he just shook his head

“i know that you left me a chance and i blew it— totally blew it, and i understand if you’d rather go out and sleep with Kipps for the rest of your life, but—“

you broke of his rambling by shaking your head “i didn’t sleep with Kipps” Lockwood let out a relieved breath “believe me, i was close to it, but then i just couldn’t”

he nodded, glad for your honesty, before he grabbed your hands

“i don’t want to prove my words to be empty ever again” he said “i want to sleep with you, but that’s not it, i want to be with you, all the time, every day. without pointless flirting, i mean, i do want to flirt with you, but for real”

you had to laugh at his rambling and nodded “ditto, baby”

“this part can stay as it is” he smiled upon recognizing the familiar name he had missed so much in the last few hours

“of course” you nodded

“can i take you shirt off, now?” he asked, slowly letting his hands wander to the hem of it.

“obviously” you laughed, before he took it off and pulled you closer to connect your lips in a passionate kiss

Hey! I love your Lockwood&Co. works, they are so good, so I wanted to know if you could write something for Anthony Lockwood with the only one bed trope, just some awkwardness and fluff if thats possible

—cruel summer

pairing: anthony lockwood x fem!kipps!reader

summary: there’s just one bed, luckily y/n is the most brilliant person lockwood knows… or is she?

note: forced proximity, awkwardness, n/n= nickname

also thanks for your sweet words!! ❤️

“well, this is unfortunate” Lockwood muttered upon the sight in front of you. there was only a single bed in the motel room you two had booked for the night, with the rest of the rooms rented out as well

“oh, shit” you agreed, nodding

it wasn’t out of the ordinary that your brothers team would work with Lockwood and co these days. since Quill had lost his talent, he had appointed himself as the new supervisor of the latter. Not that Lockwood and you had minded, you always got a long pretty well, much to the dismay of your brother, but this was definitely uncomfortable.

you were out of london, in a little town, where a more or less dramatic ghost problem had popped up. you had just finished your mission and were about to catch the train, when it was announced that they wouldn’t drive out here until the next week.

so there wasn’t anything else you could do then get a room and wait until Quill would pick you up in the morning. gas was cheaper than paying horrendous cab prices.

“so…” Lockwood trailed off, watching your every move. you had set down your bag and went to inspect the bed. it wasn’t like… small, but it still wasn’t meant for two people

“okay, here’s what we do” you instructed “it’s build out of two parts, we drag them apart and leave a little bit in the middle, so it’s still wide enough for the both of us. then we put a blanket on top, so no one will fall inside, and even if we lay on top of it, the weight of the other will prevent us from falling”

“brilliant” Lockwood nodded open—mouthed. it’s not like he wasn’t used to your incredible intelligence. it had been especially weird when he first met you after knowing Kipps for such a long time. his brain couldn’t comprehend the fact that Quill Kipps out of all people had an extremely brilliant sister.

he helped you move the bed and arranged it to your liking

“just like that” you smiled clapping your hands together

“Kipps must be adopted” Lockwood joked and you smiled at his silliness

“he probably was” you agreed laughing, before you retracted to the bathroom to change into something more comfortable. it wasn’t like you brought sleepwear, but you had some comfortable clothing for the long train ride.

“can i come out?” you called into the room after a few minutes

“yes”

you stepped back into the room, just to have your street clothes meet the floor at the sight you were seeing in front of you

“why in hell are you shirtless?” you screeched, bending down and picking up your clothes and throwing the first thing that got into your hand

it wasn’t one of your most brilliant moments, you quickly realized, when it was your bra, Lockwood had caught and was now holding in front of his chest

“why did you throw your bra at me?” he screeched back, matching your tone and holding up the lazed clothing

“i asked first” you stomped forward and ripped the bra out of his hand

“it was hot” he shrugged his shoulders “there’s enough room now, so i thought you wouldn’t mind”

“well, i don’t”

“good”

“good”

you both got into the bed on your respective sides.

“good night”

“night”

— — — —

you were freezing. that’s why you cuddled even deeper into the person next to you. the bed beneath you was cold, so now you were nearly completely laying on his body

his body

—wait

you opened your eyes and noticed that you were no longer laying on the bed. you had fallen in between the open bit in the middle. the gap now as wide as the bed had been. the only thing you had tried to prevent.

but how was that possible? your idea had been perfect. the weight of the other would’ve prevented falling through it.

that’s when you remembered the body next to you. you turned your head and found the eyes of Lockwood, who had just woken up as well and had probably wondered the same as you

“ahhh” you screamed, Lockwood chiming in a second later. you both turned your heads away and found Kipps standing at the end of the room

he now joined your screaming as he noticed you both.

you were sure it had been minutes of you three screaming at each other, before you eventually stumbled onto your feet

“enough” you called

“what are you doing?” Quill stepped forward and stabled your body “why are you naked?” he then asked Lockwood, who was still sitting on the ground, only his trousers covered with the blanket. he was still not wearing a shirt so you deemed the question as fitting.

you swore you had never seen anybody stand up so abruptly like Lockwood, trying to prove that he was indeed not naked

but Quill, assuming the boy was naked, quickly raised his hands, covering his eyes, so he let go of you.

in a series of consequences of his quick actions, Lockwood stumbled forward, dragging you with him, the blanket still wrapped around both of your feet, so you couldn’t prevent you both from falling.

you hit the ground with a thud. a pillow flying up in the air as if you were in a cartoon.

“ouch” you muttered from on top of Lockwood

“i’m not naked” Lockwood said, so Quill would finally release his eyes and help you to stand up

sitting down on the bed across from you, with you both on the other side, he tilted his head.

“tell me what i’m supposed to think, entering this room and seeing you and my sister on the ground cuddling. you wearing nothing and she wearing an oversized shirt”

“well, if you put it like that” Lockwood looked up at the ceiling

“we weren’t cuddling”

“oh believe me, you were”

“yeah, but only because of a series of unfortunate events” Lockwood muttered, matter of factly

“see? i had a brilliant idea that should’ve prevented us from falling into the middle.. somehow it didn’t work”

“what was it?”

“we put that blanket on top. your sister was smart enough to know, that when one of us would lay on top of the middle, the others weight would stop them from falling”

“oh my god” Quill’s head sank into his hands “y/n, this is the first moment ever i’ve seen you being this dense”

“excuse me?!” you shrieked offended

“i mean, isn’t it obvious that to balance the weight, there would’ve needed to be another person on the other side of the bed”

“oh” you exclaimed

“yes oh” Quill laughed “now let me draw this out for you—“

“—i don’t think you need—“ Lockwood tried to stop your brother in the hopes to keep that big of dignity you both had left

“no, no, tony, please be my guest” Quill laughed “n/n, you move a lot in your sleep. you roll onto the middle, and— here i’m giving you the benefit of the doubt— lay there for a few minutes, well only until the blanket gave in. than you fall into the gap, and because tony here is still lying on top of the blanket, he is dragged in with you. and because you’re both heavy sleepers you probably just got comfortable”

“yeah—“

“—that could’ve been what happened—”

“—totally—“

“—obviously”

Quill watched as your heads turned to each other and kept on adding to the words of the other

“let me interrupt this” he muttered standing up from the bed “there’s just one thing i don’t get”

he walked across the room and bent down to the ground, picking up something.

“what is this?” he turned around dramatically and was holding your bra between his pinched fingers

“y/n’s bra?”

“my bra?”

you and Lockwood exclaimed at the same time, like Quill was officially interrogating you

“yeah, but why is y/n’s bra on the ground and not on your body?” he threw it towards you and you caught it

“because it’s uncomfortable?” you asked like it was obvious

“oh, okay, then forget the rest” Quill muttered “see you outside in ten. case closed” he bowed down like he was Mister Sherlock Holmes himself and left the room

“he might not be adopted” Lockwood quickly breathed

“yeah” you agreed “he might not be”

like lockwood, best friends to lovers

—you belong with me

pairing: anthony lockwood x fem!reader

summary: reader has to flirt to finish a mission. much to the dismay of Lockwood she is far too good at it

warnings: flirting with sexual themes??

shortages: f/n — fake name

note: okay sorry this got a bit out of hand and it didn't really end where or how I intended it to. let me know if y'all would be interested in a part two!!!

part two: that's the way I loved you

you walked down the steps. the red dress you were wearing fluttering around the middle of your thighs. your hair was styled, Lucy had curled it after she had done your make—up

“test, test” you whispered into the little microphone you were wearing in your hair, so it would stay hidden

“we can hear you, y/n” George answered and you could swear he was rolling his eyes “we tested it a minute ago”

“sorry” you muttered

“leave her be” Lockwood said to George. he would always come to your rescue, even if you didn’t ask him to. that’s why he was your best—friend after all.

you breathed in deeply and snatched a glass of champagne from one of the waiters trays, gulping it down in one shot. you checked your lipstick in the little mirror Lucy had packed into the small bag you were wearing, before your hands found your waist and pulled down the dress, so your cleavage was showing

you stepped forward and sat down at the bar, right next to the guy you were targeting

his hair was black and he was actually attractive if it weren’t for the people he had killed to create sources. it was just your task to find one of them though, or better put: to occupy the man until Lucy had found the source.

“hi” you smiled, turning your head and also your chest, so the man could get a good look at it

“hello” he grinned and you swore you could’ve thrown up then and there. “would you like a drink?”

“sure” you outstretched your hand “i’m f/n”

he took your hand and shook it “Sebastian, and i’m glad to share a drink with a beautiful woman” he slid the drink the bartender had just supplied, towards you

“thank you” you smiled, raising the glass and taking a sip from the alcohol

“so, what brings you here?” Sebastian asked, while his hand found its way to rest on your knee

you could hear Lockwood and George drag in the air through the mouths loudly, like Sebastian had just touched their knee

you tried not to react to their sudden sounds, but Sebastian was good at picking up your emotions it seemed.

"everything alright?" he asked, leaning even closer

"yeah" you smiled, trying to fight the uneasiness you felt because of his proximity "I'm not used to the company of handsome looking men" you tried to save the conversation and Sebastian seemed to like your compliment

you ignored Lockwood's scoff while you watched Sebastian lean back in comfort "well" he smiled smugly "I'm all yours, beautiful"

you could hear Lockwood and George gag at the same time, you would have liked to do the same, but Sebastian was still looking at you. "what a lucky girl I am" you laughed instead and patted the shoulder of the male, who, again, smiled smugly at the gesture

his hand wandered a bit higher on your leg and you could feel it close to the hem of your dress. you threw a panicked gaze in Lockwood's direction. discreet enough that Sebastian wouldn't notice. it seemed like he was occupied anyway, with watching his own hand make its way up your leg. with every inch it felt like you couldn't breathe

you just hoped that Lucy would be quick.

"what brings you here, pretty lady?" Sebastian repeated his question from earlier, to which he had never received an answer

"work" you smiled nonchalantly, trying to keep your composure. his hand was resting for now, that was good.

"what do you do?" he smiled

"I've worked for a few agency's for a while (truth) but after I lost my talents I settled down and changed to the office area of fittes (lie)"

you pretty much still had your talents, you were only seventeen, but now you where trying to look much older. this was achieved by the make up and the obnoxious and uncomfortable push-up bra you were wearing. it felt like they would fall out of your dress any moment. Sebastian seemed to like the sight of your décolleté a bit too much, you noticed, while his eyes wandered down to your breasts while you were talking. you would have liked to slap his head and tell him how impolite it was to directly look there, not only under normal circumstances but while you were talking as well.

you weren't used to that kind of disgusting men behaviour, even if you had lived with two of them for the most of your life.

you could stand in front of George and Lockwood just wearing a bra and they wouldn't dare and look. Maybe because George was like a brother to you and Lockwood- Lockwood was a gentleman

your thoughts wandered away from the conversation at hand and back to the brunette agency head, who alway managed to make you feel at ease. even on mission like this one, he was looking at you across the room and anytime you would catch his eyes, your breath would calm and you would feel safe.

also, he had promised you to come and save you if things went too far. he was your best-friend after all.

your eyes wandered back to meet Sebastians and you remembered what Lucy had told you. if you feel uncomfortable just put yourself back in control. so you leaned forward, so he could get an even better look at your cleavage. he stammered while talking but quickly continued normally. you took his hand from off your leg and interlaced your fingers. he wouldn't notice that you were actually trying to keep him away, he would see that gesture as you falling into his trap. that was what men always thought.

now that you were back in control, your mind felt at ease and you felt less like a little girl that needed to be saved. now you were a woman. and he, he was still a man, luckily.

"I travel a lot" you answered the question he had just asked you about your work "I check out different agencies all around the world. make sure that they are working right. we wouldn't want any rules broken, would we?" you fluttered your eyelids and watched in satisfaction what effect that last purposely chosen sentence had on him

"n-no" he stammered

"are you alright?" you asked pitiful

"yes" Sebastian tried to gain back his composure and actually succeeded "but I must say, you're the most breath taking woman I've ever seen. everything is where it should be"

"oh my god" George muttered loudly, disgusted by the objectifying words the older man had just said about his friend

"I'm stopping this" you watched as Lockwood stood up from his place and George tried to hold him back. you knew that it was on you to prevent him from cancelling the mission. you send him a look that told him to sit down again and he eventually listened and scoffed

"thank you, Sebastian" you leaned closer, now speaking into his ear "you look more than daring yourself, if i'm allowed to say so"

"you are" he nodded leaning forward

now the moment had come. he would kiss you. you weren't sure if it would come to that point, but you had sworn to do it if it needed to be done to keep the mission from failing. a second before your lips connected, Sebastian was drown back

drawn back by no other than Lockwood. you were a second away from screaming at the boy, when you noticed Lucy across the hall. she had done it. the mission was completed. you no longer had to flirt with that scumbag.

"oh, Tony" you muttered in surprise, still playing a role

that was what you guys had agreed on. the moment Lucy would come back, Lockwood or George would interrupt the conversation and act like they were an old friend of yours who was in town coincidentally and had seen you sitting at the bar.

"f/n" Lockwood muttered angrily and you raised your brows, watching his expression "I'm sorry" he said turning towards Sebastian and outstretching his hand "Anthony Lockwood"

Sebastian took the hand he was being offered and shook it "Sebastian Keen" he said, still confused to what was happening

"nice to meet you. can I ask what you were doing with my girlfriend?"

"your what?" Sebastian asked loudly and you had almost joined in. his eyes wandered to you and you tried to stay in role, even if Lockwood had just completely changed your script

"my girlfriend" Lockwood repeated unnecessarily "were you bothering her? because it looked like that"

"no, she wanted-"

"yes, Tony" you interrupted, opening your eyes wider and letting them fill with tears "it's alright, dear" Lockwood outstretched his hand and helped you to stand up "stay away from her, you hear me?" he said threateningly

"I didn't harass her or anything. she's lying" Sebastian said angrily

Lockwood shook his head "doesn't matter, just don't ever talk to her again, alright?"

"sure" Sebastian shrugged his shoulders "she isn't that pretty anyways"

Lockwood interlaced your hands and walked you away from the man "she obviously is" he muttered to himself, but you heard him and had to smile at his words "you're pretty too" Lockwood turned his head to you while walking and smiled at your relieved expression

"I'm glad you didn't have to kiss him"

"I'm glad too"

"well, luckily your boyfriend was just around the corner" he smiled but you could see the sincerity in his eyes

you nodded, eyes glistening happily "yes, luckily he was"

so my idea was that reader never had her first kiss and is very inexperienced. they‘re all making fun if her but in a loving way. but lockwood decides to rescue her and teach / practise with her.

—london boy

pairing: anthony lockwood x fem!reader

summary: lockwood and y/n finish a study about what defines the greatness of a kiss

warnings: kissing ig

note: this was so fun to write!! such a good idea, I hope I did it justice!!

"yeah" Lucy laughed "but that wasn't the weirdest thing, when he kissed me, he had so much spit in his mouth, I nearly had to throw up"

"ew" George exclaimed, the rest of the table irrupting into similar sounds at the story of Lucy's horrible date

"I hate it when people do that" Lockwood agreed and you grew quiet. you had never kissed anyone, so it wasn't like you would now what should and shouldn't be done while kissing.

you found it some what embarrassing, but at the same time you had only turned sixteen, you had all the time in the world to kiss dozen of people. you internal monologue, had totally occupied from listening to the conversation and now all eyes had turned to you

"what is it?" you raised your brows. you sensed the growing reservation from your friends

"nothing" exclaimed Lockwood quickly, but you didn't buy into it

"we just wondered if you had ever kissed someone before" George said. Lockwood threw an angry look in his direction and Lucy admonished him loudly

"what?" you asked, startled by the sudden question

"well" said George "we all had a fair share of relationships, but we never saw you with anybody.. that begs the question" George left the rest of sentence unfinished, due to the kick he received from Lockwood under the table.

"oh" you looked down in shame "well, in that case I guess you're right"

"its nothing to be ashamed of" muttered Lucy. you looked up and send her a grateful smile

"it's a bit funny. but in a good way" George send you a smile "hopefully you will never have to kiss such a douchebag like Lucy, with a mouth full spit, there are enough of them in this world"

you all broke into laughter, the tense atmosphere suddenly blown away by you guys falling into your usual comfort.

an hour later, you were cleaning up the kitchen, when there was a soft knock at the kitchen door. you turned around and were met with Lockwood

"hey" you smiled "you know you don't have to knock, right? this is still your house"

"I didn't want to startle you" he walked into the room and sat down at the table

"I just finished" you sat down beside him "its quite late, we should go to bed"

he had taken your hand and stopped you from standing up

"wait" he muttered and watched as you sank back in your seat again "what you said earlier, was that true?"

"what? that I've never been kissed? do you think I would lie, because I like to feel embarrassed all the time? it's bad enough already, I don't need you to make fun of me"

"I would never, and there's nothing to be embarrassed of, a few less douchebags you have kissed, what does it matter?"

you just shrugged

"not every kiss is awesome. some of them are bad. so bad even, that you later regret them" he smiled reassuringly "maybe you avoided a few of them"

"this might sound stupid" you breathed "but are there bad and good kisses or just bad and good kissers?"

"well, what's the difference?" Lockwood smiled

"I presume there's a big one" you said "the difference is noticeable wether you measure the quality of a kiss by the circumstances or more by the person giving them. statistically-" you were interrupted the moment Lockwood suddenly leaned forward and plastered a chaste kiss onto your lips

"wha-?" your eyes turned big

"that was a good kiss for example" he said lowly "and just for measurement purposes" he leant forward again and repeated his action, this time leaving his lips a few seconds longer

"yeah" you breathed confused "those were pretty good"

"I think I understand what you meant now" he said "is it the kiss or is it the person giving the kiss"

"yeah" you nodded, leaning forward and kissing him again "I think it's the person giving the kiss" Lockwood shrugged and you smiled

"well, maybe there's another possibility we haven't thought about yet"

"is there?"

"yeah, what if it's the length of a kiss?" you planted a short and chaste kiss onto his mouth

"yeah, what if the quality is defined by time rather than skill?" Lockwoods hand wandered to rest on your cheek. he pulled your face forward slowly, connecting your lips.

it was in that moment you realised that kissing was much more easier than you had initially thought. it was a lot like falling asleep. all the time it didn't happen, you would worry and think, but when it finally did, it just happened, you knew what you had to do suddenly

your hands went into his hair, his hand was still resting on your cheek, the other gliding down towards your waist and pulling you off your chair and into his lap. his lips were soft, not that you had anything to compare them too, but still. you opened your mouth slightly, his tongue slipping inside.

you slowly broke the kiss, leaning your forehead against his and smiling. you stayed like that for a few minutes.

"do you think those are enough kisses to determine a measurement?"

Lockwood shook his head. "we still have to find out if quantity stands above quality"

you stood up from his lap. "I think quality's more important" you giggled, watching his face fall dramatically

"well, only one way to find out" he laughed, chasing you up the stairs.

the next morning George and Lucy would complain about having heard you two giggle all night.

you would send a conspiratorial look in Lockwoods direction, having continued your study up in his room

you were no longer the only one in the house who had not been kissed. and you had Lockwood to thank for that. although he had gotten quiet angry when you had suggested to expand the study by testing out different kissing partners.

he was much more keen on him being the only one you were kissing. well, let's just say, it's not like you minded...

LOCKWOOD X READER, but they've been living together for years and one night, when the reader try's to go on a date with a different guy, lockwood gets all defensive and jealous and they both confess their feelings in the heat of a moment?

—the way i loved you

pairing: anthony lockwood x fem!reader

summary: lockwood is protective of what is his and in his own definition, you belong to him

warnings: none really, some fighting but that's it

note: this works perfectly as a part two of you belong with me, so make sure to read that before reading, but honestly you could also read them apart for each other. its just a continuation of the story.

I had been a few weeks since the mission were you had to flirt with the man Sebastian Keen himself. luckily everything had gone according to plan and Lockwood had rescued you before you had to kiss the scumbag of a man. things between you and Lockwood had since returned back to normal. well as normal as they could be.

he hadn't said anything about calling himself your boyfriend then, so you hadn't either.

"how about that?" you asked Lucy, while you turned from side to side in the auburn coloured dress. it ended on the middle of your thighs and felt like a second skin.

"this is it" she nodded smiling fondly

"thanks Luce" you said while you took off the dress and switched back to your regular clothes, you'd have to take a shower before getting fully ready

suddenly there was a knock at the door right after you had put on your shirt. "yes?" you and Lucy called at the same time

"hey" Lockwood smiled, walking up the steps. you and Lucy had shared the attic ever since she came to live with you. you appreciated the company, it did felt so far away from the boys, you were glad that you weren't the only one in that old room anymore.

"could I talk to you for a second?" Lockwood asked you, you nodded, watching as Lucy excused herself and went down the stairs

"what's up?" you asked your best friend of two years. you had been the first to move into Lockwoods new founded agency. and for the longest time it had just been you two, then came George and finally Lucy. it was amazing for you, to finally have a girl on the team. you had noticed Lockwood getting jealous over all the time you spend with Lucy, you had fought a lot about that, and finally he had to agree that there were just some topics he couldn't really be helpful for you.

"I just-" he interrupted himself as he noticed the formal clothing on your bed "what's the dress for? you never wear them"

"oh" you turned around to look at the dress and shrugged "thought I'd try something new, I've got a date"

"a date?" Lockwoods features grew pale

"yes?" you raised your brows at the boy

"what?- why?-" he cleared his throat "I mean with who?"

"oh I don't think you know him" you shrugged "met him at the library. his name is tom"

"tom" Lockwood repeated like he was noticing a little bit of dirt under his shoe

"something wrong, Lockwood?" you asked and Lockwood shook his head quickly

"when are you going?"

"tonight. right after I showered"

"oh" he said "but tonight, tonight is this thing, don't you remember?"

"what thing?" you rolled your eyes, you were used to his antics by now. Lockwood was generally a very jealous person, he didn't like to share his friends and especially not you. first it had been with Lucy and now with every boy you would like. now that you thought about that.. he did act weird the last few weeks. it seemed like he was trying to give you what you would miss by not being in a relationship. maybe that way, he thought, you would just stay with him.

"uh, you know-" Lockwood trailed off, looking around the room and trying to find anything to say

"you can't be my compensation boyfriend for forever, Lockwood"

"your what?" he wondered, sitting down at the end of your bed so he could face you

"don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about" you groaned "some day you will have to share me with a boy. I will still be your best friend, but there will come other boys that are important to me too"

"why?" he asked

"huh?" the question confused you "oh Lockwood. because you can't be the only boy in my life forever. I want to fall in love"

"why can't you just fall in love with me then?"

your eyes grew big as you watched the boy you had known since your childhood. "come again?"

"sorry" he shrugged and stood up "that was stupid, i'm gonna leave"

"Anthony John Lockwood!" you called loudly and he froze "don't you walk away now"

he turned around slowly and you recognised his scared features. he knew it was over when you would use his full name.

"I didn't mean what I said, alright?" he stepped forward so he was half a foot away from you

"why?" you repeated his question from earlier, as your voices grew louder

"because you're right, I can't be the only boy in your life and I have to accept that"

"yeah, okay" you bellowed, stepping closer "but why did you say what you said?"

"I told you I didn't mean it"

"you never say things you don't mean, not now, not ever, you jerk"

"don't you call me a jerk.. you're .. you're a jerk as well"

"ahh, we're getting creative I see"

"I-i just don't think Tom would be the right fit for you, i'm concerned as a friend"

"you have never met the guy" you argued back

"yeah okay, but I know that you need someone that understands you, not some scumbag like Sebastian Keen or that Tom guy, you need someone that won't be nice to you all the time, you need someone who tells you the truth or someone who admits that auburn is absolutely not your colour"

"I'm not thinking about dating Sebastian Keen, Lockwood, this is getting a bit ridiculous"

"you know what I mean" he shrugged "you just need someone different"

"aha" you replied mockingly "someone like you or what?"

"believe it or not, but I have a personality outside of being your best friend"

"really? I'd like to meet him some day" you screamed back "hopefully he will be a bit more charming than the original"

"funny of you to say that" Lockwood said "like you want to spend time with anyone not living in this house"

"because you won't let me, Lockwood!" you screeched "you're so jealous, I nearly thought you were in love with me!"

"and what if I am?"

"what if you are? I don't know what then. suddenly you start saying things you don't mean and it leaves me all mixed up about my own feelings"

"your own feelings?"

"yeah it makes me think that I might be in love with you too"

"and what if you are?"

"yeah, what if I am?" you were still screaming at each other, heavy breaths hanging in the air after your last sentence. you were now staring at each other, the last few minutes had gone by in a bliss, you two only realising what you said

"I think I am in love with you" Lockwood exclaimed quickly, stepping forward so your noses were almost touching each other

"I think I am in love with you too"

your hand went to his neck and you captured his lips into a passionate kiss. his hands trailed down to your waist, pulling you even closer as he deepened the kiss.

you broke the kiss softly, leaning your forehead against his "I just want you as the only boy in my life" you muttered "okay, you and George" you added quickly

"yeah, i'd like that" Lockwood smiled "but I have to admit I lied"

you head went back and your face turned into one of betrayal "you lied?" you asked softly

"yeah" he laughed "auburn looks beautiful on you"

he giggled as he watched your face change to one of annoyance. you slapped his arm, before you laughed as well

"just kiss me again"

and he did just that

taglist:

@charmingpatronus @helpmelmao @galactidiot

—it’s nice to have a friend

pairing: anthony lockwood x reader

warnings: mentions of blood and injury

note: I'm sorry this is so short ahhhh!! I had to re-do this post because it kept on disappearing, I hope everything's fixed now!!

"y/n?" his voice called from far away. you couldn't see anyone, it was so dark, but you could definitely make out his voice. Anthony Lockwood had found you.

the relief you felt was indescribable.

"Lockwood?" you muttered, still not able to open your eyes

"shit, y/n" Lockwood said

now you couldn't just hear him, but feel his touch too. he was holding your shoulders. you slowly opened your eyes and were met with the concerned Anthony Lockwood.

he helped you to sit up, your back leaning against the kitchen counter, while he took the glass of water from off the sink, you had filled, before you had passed out. he passed it to you, and helped you steady your hand while you drank

"what happened, y/n?" he put the glass down on the ground beside you and tried feeling your forehead.

the dried blood was all over your face. it reeked from a little cut right at your eyebrow. you thought it would be fine. but being awake all day and then taking a hit to the head seemed to have been enough to send your body to sleep

"oh" you said, touching the cut and noticing that the blood hadn't dried yet. you couldn't have been out for long. "just a little run in with a ghost. looks worse than it is"

"I found you passed out on the kitchen floor. blood everywhere, for a short second I thought you were-" he didn't finish his sentence. he just looked down ashamed

you leaned forward, knowing the story of his family's loss. "oh, Lockwood" you muttered, softly touching his cheeks.

he looked up and found your eyes. your smile was familiar, and his heartbeat rested upon your sight. he couldn't imagine life without you

"promise me to not ever go out alone when its dark"

"yes, I promise"

"good" Lockwood leaned forward and embraced you in a hug.

you spent a few more minutes sitting on the floor and talking about unimportant things, before he helped you to go to bed. spending the night sleeping on your couch, even aftr you had told him, that you'd be glad to share the bed. Lockwood was always a gentleman

A request if the mood strikes:

I would just like to bring Lockwood a cup of tea in bed. That small kindness. Maybe he is wearing his pajamas or maybe he isn't :)

Thankyou, love @teaandransacking

—peace

pairing: anthony lockwood x gn!reader

summary: y/n is all that lockwood needs, especially in the quiet moments

warnings: some angst, but overall relatively peaceful, got carried away by the song

note: this turned depressing really fast.. sorry.. feel like I'm missing to write angst (feel free to request)

@teaandransacking I hope you like it, as you see I got a bit carried away... like always :) and wow.. I managed to only mention his name twice.. must be a new record

"hey" you smiled softly, opening the door to your favourite boys room.

"hello, darling" he grinned as he noticed your form and the mug you were holding

he was sitting in his bed, wearing his favourite pink pyjamas. you closed the door and set the mug down on his nightstand. "it's your favourite" you exclaimed "just how you like it"

"thank you" he beamed. he lifted the covers so you could slip under. your head went onto his chest and you watched as he took a sip from his mug

you know today wasn't easy for him. it was the day his parents had died all those years ago and your heart would break every second you saw him suffer. you had known him for a few years, and you knew that he would always spend that day in bed. he didn't mind your company though.

"you know that I am here" you said "any time you want to talk, or any time you just want to say nothing. I'll always be here"

"I know" he leaned over and kissed you on the hair "you keep my heart warm"

you knew what he meant by that. your heart felt always warm when you were spending time with him. you would often find yourselves just laying together in his bed or sitting in the library, him reading his magazines and you reading a book. there wasn't much you needed, always finding the most love in the quiet moments.

although you knew that he was everything to you, you often feared that you couldn't make up for the things he had lost. "I'm never really sure if I can give you the peace that you long for" you muttered

Anthony looked down at you and his eyes grew soft as he caught yours, the soft green melting into his dark brown. "oh, darling" he smiled, like you had just questioned such a simple concept "of course you can never give me the peace I need"

you heart sank at that and your eyes teared up a bit

"don't you understand?" his voice was tender "you're my peace"

you smiled at that, raising your head and looking in the face of the boy you had loved for years. "then all I can give you is myself"

"that's all I ever need"

you returned to the silence. it always felt comfortable and natural between you two. Anthony was sipping his tea and you watched him fondly. because of him you knew that love wasn't just for show. you could find it in the quiet moments, chasing each other through dreams and silence. finding each other holding hands, when you sensed that the other wasn't well, without saying a word.

you didn't want to keep your relationship a secret and you didn't, but you knew that when it counted, your love was tender, it was happy, quiet even.

and if it meant to keep him safe and all his sorrows away, you knew that you would die for him in secret.

I love your fics!!

Can you write a george karim x reader? The reader is apart of Kipps’ team and, since the two teams are still in cahoots (is that the right word? lol) with each other, george and the reader have to sneak around to be all cute and cuddly. Maybe they get caught while trying to sneak the reader out of 35 Portland Row?

Keep up the great work!! 👻

—love story

pairing: george karim x reader

summary: sneaking around and hiding a relationship becomes a challenge when your bosses are lockwood and kipps, but y/n and george always seem to manage anyway…

warnings: none really

note: thank you so much!! hope you like this :))

"y/n!" Anthony Lockwood called surprised "what are you doing here, this time of the day? does Kipps need our help?"

"ehh, no, sorry-" you turned around slowly. Lockwood stood in the entry way of the library, eyebrows raised at you. "I needed your help, actually" you quickly tried to cover up the fact that you were just leaving, after you had spend the night in your boyfriends company.

"oh, do you?" Lockwood replied surprised

"yes" you nodded "I need a book, I think George mentioned once that you guys had it"

"a book?" Lockwood changed his position "and you didn't think of just going to the library?"

"oh" you replied dumbfounded, not having thought of that "of course" you quickly gathered back your confidence "the library!" you called out, like Lockwood had just invented it

Lockwood watched as you made your way back to the door and threw a loose goodbye in his direction, before he turned around and muttered something about Kipps' crew always needing to be reminded of the simplest things.

__________

"it's still weird, isn't it?" George brushed a loose strand of hair from off your face. you were both laying on your bed, cuddling, talking about everything and nothing

"what do you mean?" you asked confused, poking up your head from off his shoulder

"Kipps and Lockwood, I really don't now why they won't get along" he sighed "it's not like they are particularly different”

"oh believe me, they are" you muttered "I think something in Kipps just wants to make sure Lockwood and you guys are safe, at the same time it angers him that Lockwood tries anything in his willpower to get hurt"

"that's actually really nice"

"he can be at times" you smiled at the boy

as if on command, there was a knock on your door. "y/n?" kipps called "can I come in?"

"eh" you called "just a moment, I'm- changing" you pushed George off your bed, so he would stay out of Kipps sight, the boy nearly screaming a fit of curse words

"you can enter" you sat down on the bed, waiting for Kipps to open the door

"hey" he smiled, stepping inside your room "I just talked to Bobby. he says we will be able to visit the house tonight. we'll take a cab at five, just be ready"

"of course" you smiled nonchalantly

"everything alright?" kipps seemed irritated by your answer, normally you would just groan and curse him out like he had personally invented the problem

"yeah" you nodded "why wouldn't it be?"

"I don't know" Kipps answered slowly, walked back to the door, while keeping a confused look on his face "be ready" he repeated, before he walked out and closed the door

_______

"okay, this is getting repetitive" Lockwood called, arms crossed sitting in the living room. next to him (to your surprise) sat Kipps, wearing the exact same expression, watching you and George sneaking down the stairs

"eh" George muttered confused

"yeah" you nodded, dragging George into the room with you "there was this book-"

"-repetitive" Lockwood sang

"just admit you're dating and we can all go home" Kipps leaned forward to take a sip of his tea

"what?" you asked perplexed

"well" Lockwood smiled smugly "Kipps and I both noticed your weird behaviour, so we talked about it and came to the same conclusion"

"yeah, either you two are dating or you're having something even weirder going on"

"you both worked together?" George raised his brows. Lockwood and Kipps looked at each other in realisation

"I guess we did" Kipps muttered

"well, we can't have important team members being distracted during missions, because they are busy sneaking around"

"okay, seems plausible" George and you sat down across from the men

"but just so you know, we won't break up just because you guys found out about us"

"obviously not" Kipps and Lockwood nodded at the same time

"as long as you do not tell her any of our secrets" Lockwood instructed George jokingly, a bit of a stern expression entering his face

"the same goes for you, y/n"

you and George grinned at both your bosses, happy about them approving of your relationship. because if you were honest, they were much more than just that, they were your friends.

"great" Lockwood stood up, talking the tray with the empty tea mugs "then Quill Kipps can finally leave my house"

"gladly" Quill muttered bitterly "lets go, y/n"

you raised your hand and waved at Lockwood, before you turned to George and plastered a longing kiss on his lips. you followed Quill out of the room, grinning at the boy that looked a bit traumatised by witnessing your kiss

"I really have to get used at that before you can do it again"

"fine" you laughed, closing the front door behind the both of you

quill kipps, enemies to lovers, and y/n is best friends with lockwood, like a little sister to him

—i know places

pairing: quill kipps x lockwood!reader, anthony lockwood x cousin/sister!reader

summary: quill and y/n have been together for some time now, leaving their former enemies status behind, everything is going well, that is, until lockwood finds out about them

warnings: sexual themes

authors note: I know, I'm sorry, its not directly enemies to lovers but I wanted to keep it interesting. you could let me now if I should write a prequel though, for example how quill and y/n got together!!

note: ages: lucy, lockwood and george = 19 / y/n = 18, quill = 20

you were sitting at the kitchen table, waiting for the rest of your family to make their way downstairs. you had set the table beautifully, even picking up a few flowers from the garden.

this was your way of apologising after everything that had happened yesterday

well it was mostly Quill's fault.. but lets start at the beginning

you had hated Quill Kipps ever since you had first met him. mostly because Anthony did, and when Anthony did something, you would often do the same.

in many ways he was more than just your cousin, he was your brother. growing up you had always just had each other and you knew that you meant everything to him. at least he meant everything to you.

when the agency had gotten into a serious situation, where it was hard to cover the expenses of the house and still keeping your bodies alive with food and water, you had worked more than one job.

for a while you had worked on Kipps team as a researcher, until they were able to find Bobby. it wasn't like you liked it, but the pay was good and you preferred it better than living on the streets. even Lockwood had seemed to be fine with it. the moment you had escaped most of your debt, you had quit and for the most part that was it

well until you noticed that during your work, you and Quill had both grown quite interested in each other. so you went on a date, and another and another. at first it was awkward, but after some time it was normal to you. even if you were now sneaking around. fighting in front of Lockwood and kissing behind his back.

in some way it seemed to turn you both on. you weren't sure if that was healthy though, even if you did have a more than healthy relationship with Quill.

you had been together for the last two years and successfully kept it a secret. well, that brings us to yesterday.

there had been a case where Lockwood was actually on board to take the whole team to the library to do some research (even he realized that is was far too important for him to mess up) and to Lockwood’s usually luck (or lack of) Quill and his team had been there as well.

“Tony!” Quill had greeted “Tony junior” he raised his brows at you and watched as you rolled your eyes while laughing, luckily Anthony didn’t notice the endearing look you were giving each other

“Kipps” Anthony muttered in greeting

“finally the great Anthony Lockwood has to do some actual work too, huh?” Quill joked to which Anthony stumbled up onto his feet “oh! are you about to fight me?”

you stepped up behind Anthony to stop him from doing something stupid. you knew that he and the agency were still being watched. no use in fighting with a fittes agent.

“let me handle this” you patted your cousins shoulder

“he won’t, but i will. we’re discussing that now” you send a wink in Quill’s direction, taking his arm and sending Anthony, Lucy and George a serious nod, before you dragged the older boy behind you

“y/n?” Anthony had called out in confusion

“it’s fine, Ant”

Quill stepped into the broom closet behind you.

“we don’t have much time” you mumbled, before your hands went up to the sides of his face and dragged him towards you

“at least a few minutes will be enough for now” Quill muttered until he finally connected your lips.

like most of the times when you were like this, you didn’t notice how much time passed. you were so lost in each other, you didn’t even know what you were doing anymore. than, finally, the door was opened and light streamed into the dim light room.

your broke the kiss turning around at who had opened the door. the shock you felt when you noticed it was Anthony was indescribable.

Anthony’s sight was even worse. there was you, his little cousin— sister. your blouse had been unbuttoned, your red bra showing, your skirt had turned a bit and your hair and lipstick looked like you had gotten ready in a broom closet. next to you, kipps, shirt wide open, hair in an even messier state than yours and lipstick all over his face and neck.

before you could react, Anthony had walked forward and hit the wall with Quills back, holding him against it.

“Ant” you had shrieked

luckily, George and Lucy had heard the sound of Quills body hitting the wall and walked into the room, inspecting what was going on

“shit” muttered George upon your disheveled sight

Lucy tried to bring Anthony away from Quill, but the boys grip was hard and he didn’t even move.

“what did you do?” Anthony screamed into Quill’s face, still holding him in place by his collar

“he didn’t do anything” you pleaded, tears collecting in your eyes. Lucy stepped next to you, embracing your body

“what?” Anthony let go of Quill, because he was so confused.

Lucy helped you button up your blouse while George held Anthony away from coming close to Quill, who was buttoning up his shirt too.

“we’re going home” Anthony finally decided

“what? no i—“

“—no discussion, y/n” he turned around and walked away, closely followed by George. Lucy send you a smile “i will wait outside” before she left the closet and closed the door softly

“that wasn’t how it was supposed to go, huh?” Quill brought you close to his chest and combed through you hair, while you were crying

“i have never seen him that angry at me” you muttered

“you know Lockwood” Quill said “he will come around. i bet he will be fine in an hour”

but that hadn’t been true. a few moments later, you and Lucy had made your way out of the library only to notice that Lockwood had already left without you. George had been standing at the entrance, looking like a little puppy who had been left by his owner.

you hadn’t seen Anthony the whole evening. normally when you two would fight, those were resolved in a span of minutes, never more than an hour. and you definitely never went to bed angry. well that night Anthony did just that.

so now in the morning, you had decided to gain back the sympathy of the group by making breakfast for everyone. you knew that it wouldn't be hard to apologise to Lucy and George (if you even had to do that, the last time you had seen them, none of them seemed to be angry with you, well maybe a bit confused in George's case). Anthony would be entirely different

"morning" you smiled when your friends entered the kitchen, followed by a still not happy looking Anthony Lockwood.

George and Lucy bid you a good morning as well, before sitting down at the table and smiling about your effort. Anthony was silent, just sitting down in his usual seat and looking away from you

"so" you said, sitting down as well "I made breakfast, to, you know, apologise for yesterday's -" you stopped, uncomfortably "-events"

"there's nothing to apologize for" George said smiling and your heart rested, knowing that you had at least Lucy and him on your side

Anthony folded the paper, he had briefly looked over and found your eyes. "well" he said "there is"

"yes" you nodded already knowing beforehand, that he would like an apology from you "I'm sorry"

"..for what?" Anthony smiled smugly, like you were kids again

"for seeing Kipps behind your back"

"and betraying me"

"betraying you? Ant, this is ridiculous, we're not twelve anymore, are we?"

Anthony crossed his arms, not saying anything

"okay" you breathed "I'm sorry for seeing Kipps behind your back and betraying you, are we fine now?"

"not yet" he shrugged "if I'm allowing you to still see him, I would like some questions answered"

"allowing?" you repeated, stunned. you looked towards Lucy who sent you a look, that basically said to entertain Anthonys antics as long he would accept your relationship after "okay, sure" you breathed "what do you want to know?"

"how long?" Anthony leaned forward, quipping a brow

"two years"

"two years?!" the boy bellowed angrily "you were sixteen?"

"yes" you said slowly "but Quill was still seventeen when we started dating"

"he's way too old for you"

"just a year and a half, Ant"

"still" he paused, thinking about what he was going to ask next "so... you've already been intimate with each other?"

"oh my god" you breathed and you could hear George's chair dragging back, he was quickly stopped from leaving by Lucy

"answer the question, y/n" Anthony send you a disapproving look. he hated it when you didn't play his stupid games

"yes" you said

"here as well?"

"Ant, I don't-" the look he was sending you was saying enough "here as well" you nodded

"so he is like your boyfriend and everything?"

"yes he is"

"I know I shouldn't have let you work for him when times were rough, I should've handled it myself"

"you know that you're not responsible for me, right Ant?" you asked softly, noticing how disheveled the boy really was. he seemed like a father who thought he had done something wrong in the upbringing of his daughter.

"of course I am" his eyes found yours and he didn't look as angry anymore "you're the only family I have left, practically my sister, I'm the older one and if something happened to you-"

"its just a boyfriend, Ant" you took his hand "nothing will happen to me, but if it helps, you can still look after me, even if I'm an adult now, I'm sure Quill doesn't mind"

"he better not" Anthony muttered, but you could see a hint of his signature smirk lurking behind his eyes

you stood up and walked around the table, hugging the boy

"are we fine now?" you asked softly

"of course we are" he smiled "but your door stays open when he's here"

"Ant" you groaned

"just kidding" he leaned towards Lucy and George "or was I?"

"I heard that"