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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"

I love your stories! Whats your favourite so far?

I feel like theres not enough kipps fics so could you do one with the song paper rings?

—paper rings

pairing: quill kipps x reader

summary: you and quill have been together so long, you're practically married by now. all this time and quill is still trying to muster up the strength to ask you the question of questions

warnings: none

authors note: thank you so much! I think one of my favs is actually "peace", because I live for those private moments with a loved one (and sometimes a bit of angst too)

"hey!" you called softly upon noticing the group make its way out the huge house

"y/n!" Quill called back, walking forward and engulfing you in a hug, plastering a few quick kisses on your mouth he smiled, stepping back "what are you doing here?"

you smiled nonchalantly "I thought you guys could need something to eat" you looked behind Quill, noticing Lockwood walking out. his eyes searched the place and a smile entered his face upon seeing you.

"hi" he called, hugging you quickly

"hey, Tony" you smiled. you were the only one who was officially allowed to call him that. "I made your favourite" your hand went into your bag and you pulled out a packaged pb+j sandwich

"oh, y/n" Lockwood grinned "you're a saint"

you laughed at his expression. Quill grinned at you bitterly, but you could cheer him up a bit by taking out his favourite from your bag "thank you, darling"

Lockwood and Quill watched you go down the row of agents (Lucy, George, Kat, Bobby and Ned) handing each one their favourite sandwich and smiling upon the joy they send you

you had first met Lockwood when he was just twelve years old. you were seventeen at the time and had started dating Quill. Quill wasn't especially happy about your loving relationship with the younger boy, but he quickly understood that you loved Lockwood like a sister would.

Lockwood looked up to you and since meeting, you had become the only family he had left. visiting him and making sure he was save, caring for him when he was ill.

your care never vanished and eventually Quill understood the importance of your relationship. but..he still continued to dislike the boy.

"you better marry her" Lockwood muttered while eating his sandwich and Quill watched in silent happiness how you looked up from your bag and found his eyes across the yard, smiling at him.

"of course I will" Quill rolled his eyes at the boy, who had a bit of peanut butter stuck on his left cheek

"well, its taking you remarkably long" Lockwood shrugged

"listen, Tony. just because y/n's playing mommy for you doesn't mean you have a say in our relationship"

Lockwood raised his eyebrows in confusion "y/n isn't playing mommy for me, Kipps"

you had made your way back without them noticing, not really listening to what they were saying "oh, sweetheart, you've got something on your cheek" before he could protest, you had licked your finger and got rid of the peanut butter from his cheek

Quill's features grew into a toothy grin as his eyes found Lockwood's

"just this once" Lockwood muttered and Quill watched as he took another bite from the sandwich. Lockwood noticed Quill watching him and quickly wrapped up the sandwich "not that hungry"

"oh, that's weird" you exclaimed worryingly "you're always hungry after a mission. are you getting a cold?" you stepped forward, about to take his temperature with your lips, but Lockwood stepped back

"its fine, y/n" he said quickly, walking away from you both

"well, what's going on with him?" you asked Quill, who just shrugged

"as if I would know"

***

"do I really have to come with?" you were practically dragging Quill through the streets of london, while you listened to his pleading about being allowed to return back home.

"yes" you smiled "you're my-" you paused, thinking "assistant"

you unlocked the door with your key and went inside, waiting for your boyfriend to follow you "yeah, sure, assistant, as if i'm normally allowed in the kitchen"

"haha" you took off your coat and hung it up, walking down the steps to the kitchen, you ordered Quill to sit down at the table. "I brought a magazine" you took out the magazine and handed it to him, giggling as he rolled his eyes with affection

"if you need me, i'll be just sitting here, with absolutely no purpose"

"thank you, that's all I need from you" you started taking out your mothers old cookbook and began to search for the ingredients, luckily having brought everything you were sure, couldn't be found in the kitchen of portland row

you finished up cooking about two hours later, Quill having finished the magazine and started asking you unnecessary questions instead. eventually, he was helping you set the table as the front door got unlocked.

"hey" George smiled when he entered the kitchen "Kipps" he greeted upon noticing the older boy

closely behind was Lucy, who stepped around the bespectacled boy to hug you and give Quill an high-five

"hey" Lockwood smiled as he finally entered the kitchen as well

"how was the case?" you asked while you shooed them to finally sit down and start their meal. Quill and you were sitting across, beginning to eat as well

"eventful" said George

"and long" added Lucy, throwing a glance at the clock

"I'm sure you did great" you smiled encouraginly and Quill noticed how everyone seemed to switch into a little better mood at your words

"thank you for this, y/n" Lockwood smiled "...and Quill" he added "you really shouldn't have"

"you told me the case wouldn't be easy, so I thought I could at least make the night a little more easy for you guys. after you've finished I want to see you all go to bed. it's already super late and god knows you need the sleep" you immediately noticed the growing protests coming from the teenagers "I'll even do a bed control to make sure you've all listened"

"Kipps" the three whined at almost the same time

"oh now you want me to help you?" Quill grinned from ear to ear "nah, you've heard the lady"

so against all their protests, they went up to their rooms after dinner.

"I think some day you'll be a great mother" Quill smiled fondly

you turned your head and looked at him, intertwining your fingers across the table "so will you" he raised his brows "obviously a good father, you know what I mean"

he laughed at your annoyed expression, before he turned his arm, looking at his watch "it's been ten minutes"

"alright" you said, getting up and leaving the kitchen to do the previously announced bed control. Quill smiled to himself as he watched you leave

***

you were sitting in bed, reading, while Quill was lying next to you, just watching your face change it's expression every time the scene changed

"hey, y/n?" he asked softly and waited until you had put the book to rest in your lap

"yeah, Quill?" you pursed your lips smiling at the man

"will you marry me?"

you opened your mouth slowly, stunned by his words. he turned around to grab something from off the bedside table. it wasn't anything fancy, not a big ring or a shining diamond. it was a little self-made paper ring

"I know it's not nearly as good as the ones you used to make, but I thought you would like it"

you smiled softly, tearing up "of course I like it" you sobbed "and yes, obviously I will marry you" you outstretched your hand, letting him slip the ring onto your finger

you leaned forward, taking his face into your hands and kissed him softly

"this was more perfect than anything I could've imagined, Quill" you said, still stunned at what was happening

you were amazed at how well he knew you, not doing anything big or fancy or god forbid in public with loads of people watching. he knew that you liked those quiet moments, times you would spend alone with those closest to you

"I thought you would like this" he laughed

you both stayed up half the whole night, discussing how your wedding would be, who you would invite (Quill begrudgingly nodded at Lockwood being one of the first people you had suggested), how you would decorate the location and overall how big the festivity should be

"now we only have to get a real ring for you"

"are you kidding? i will never take this off" you replied cheerfully, posing your hand in the air. "you're the one that I want, I'd even marry you with paper rings"

"oh god, what have I started?" Quill asked, burying his head in the pillow. you laughed at his antics, still admiring the little folded ring

"okay, what if we get you an actual ring and we frame that one? so nothing will happen to it, what do you think?"

"sounds like a plan" you shrugged

you made yourself comfortable in his arm, you were excited to go look for a beautiful ring, but for tonight you would wear the paper ring, and that made your heart swell with joy

DAY 4: UNDER THE MISTLETOE

pairing: quill kills x fem!reader

summary: you and your boyfriend get caught under the mistletoe

warning: just kissing and a lot of fluff

notes: i hope you guys like this! so sorry for only posting now, but i got home pretty late!! tomorrow is gonna be a longer one (finally)!!

the air was warm and your cheeks were red from similing so much. this was one of the best christmases you had in a long time. all thanks to your boyfriend and his (now also your) friends.

it was quite funny that you were spending the holidays with people quill would never refer to as friends, while he treated them like family in the next second.

you were amazed how two people, meaning quill and lockwood could be so obviously brothers that they didn't even notice it.

when you had first met quill you actually had thought that lockwood was his younger brother. they acted like it at least.

well mostly they would fight, but there were times you would all stay at portland row and quill and lockwood would stand up from the table sooner, to talk about some things or to watch football.

the funniest thing about it all was, that lockwood was absolutely obssessed with your relationship and quill didn't even seem to mind. he was just too in love with you, to even notice lockwood jumping in the air when you expressed any kind of loving gesture.

over the time you had known them, lucy had also grown into the little sister you had always wanted.

and it was easy to read from her face how much she longed to have a female friend. so you became like her older sister instead.

and if george wasn't the literal definition of an annoying younger brother, you weren't sure what he was.

“would you look at that!” lockwood said jokingly. you and quill looked up at the same time, a mistletoe hanging over your heads.

“that seems random” quill noted sarcastically

“yes” you nodded “absolutely untargeted you could say”

“exactly” lockwood nodded, allowing no further discussion. He sat down on the armchair beside lucy, both of them facing the wrong way so they could keep a look on you

“can you just kiss already?” george asked from the other couch.

you were leaning against the doorframe, unsure what do to, so quill wouldn’t get uncomfortable, but he just shrugged. you smiled, leaning forward so your mouths could interlock

“ahh” made lockwood and lucy at the same time, wearing similar smiles of contentment, while sinking further down in the chair

“eww” said george

“you ruined it!” lucy complained after you and quill had broken the kiss because of george’s interference

lockwood, who wouldn’t accept any bad moods tonight, thought quickly. “oh look! a mistletoe” he pointed at the exact one you were already standing under “and you’re standing right under it” he gushed. lucy giggled, a sound one could rarely hear coming from her.

“what a coincidence” you smiled up at quill

“yeah, absolutely” he nodded

“now it does feel targeted”

“ehh” quill made a throwaway gesture “i don’t care as long as i just get to kiss you”

the kiss lasted way longer and was much more intense than the one before and this time george kept silent, because he didn’t want to find out what you guys would do if lockwood would point out the mistletoe for a third time. he couldn’t afford any more trauma.

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DAY 9: SANTA CLAUS IS COMING TO TOWN

pairing: quill kipps x gn!reader

summary: you and quill know each other so well, you could almost finish each others sentences

warnings: short! short! short!

notes: i just made a drabble out of this

"no way!" quill said loudly when he unpacked the present you had just given to him. you watched him pull the sweater out of it's box. he held it up against his chest for you to see

"isn't that the funniest thing ever?" you asked laughing and quill nodded

"you won't believe that" he smiled, while reaching for your present. george, lucy and lockwood sat in silence watching it unfold.

you opened the present quickly, nearly falling out of your seat from laughing. in your box was the same sweater quill had just unpacked before. well not exactly the same, but it's other half.

"go put it on!" lucy directed and you and quill left the room.

when you came back, the others broke into laughter. you were both wearing sweaters reading the words 'all i want for christmas is you'

his was green while yours was red and when you stood next to each other the fingers on the sweater pointed to each other.

"okay" george nodded "that is quite funny"

you and quill sat back down in your seats.

"and you didn't plan that?" lockwood asked.

"no" you and quill shook your heads.

"what a surprise" you smiled and he nodded.

DAY 19: SANTA TELL ME

pairing: quill kipps x fem!reader

summary: you and quill had been the parents of the group for years, but nothing ever happened between the two of you. now it’s finally time to change that, or atleast your friends think it is…

warnings: just kissing

“who wants some cookies?” you asked, bringing out the plate and holding it in the direction of your friends.

lockwood and co, as well as quill were staying at your place over christmas and also a few days after. you were a bit older than the agency and more in the age range of quill, still all of them were dear friends, or more family to you.

you had decorated the house beautifully, hanging christmas lights anywhere you could and your friends at felt at home the moment they had entered the place.

“gladly” lockwoods feature lit up as he noticed the cookies and lucy and george quickly dashed forward to, taking a few of them.

when there was only one single cookie left, quill saw his turn. “thank you” he smiled “you always make them so deliciously” he plastered a kiss on your forehead, before he started biting down the cookie and excused himself to the bathroom.

lucy send george a look. both of them looked at lockwood. and lockwood just shrugged his shoulders.

“so..” lockwood said slowly, once you had settled into the big armchair next to the christmas tree. “how’s it going?”

“how’s it going?” repeated lucy murmuring

george seemed to deem the question as weird as lucy did, so he followed it by hitting lockwood ok the side with his elbow.

“ouch” lockwood rubbed his ribs

you missed all of that interaction and just shrugged you shoulders. “great, i’d say”

“and dating?” lockwood earned himself another hit with the elbow “like in general” he muttered, while holding back the cry of agony

“you’re coming straight to the point, huh?” you wondered smiling “i’m not seeing anyone at the moment”

truth was, that lockwood, lucy and george were rooting for you and quill together ever since quill had first introduced them to you about three years ago. actually, at first they had thought you were his new girlfriend. it took them quite some time to find out you weren’t, considering you were always acting like a couple.

over the years of knowing them there originated some sort of dynamic in which you and quill would often find yourselves acting as parents to the little group.

sometimes they would make it too easy, by fighting like siblings or not having enough food in the house. or last fall, when all of them had gotten sick at the same time and you and quill had spent an entire week at portland row, trying to cure them.

you had never felt more like a mother.

and in some sense you loved it. you didn’t have much family, so it made you happy to love and take care of someone.

“what about quill?” lucy asked quickly, ignoring the looks george and lockwood were sending her.

lockwood looked at george next, as if he was waiting for a reaction, or for him to elbow lucy next. but george didn’t do anything, he actually just leaned forward by a bit, seemingly just as interested in your answer as lucy was. lockwood sighed and looked at you.

“what?” you asked “if quill is seeing someone?”

lucy and george nodded.

you shrugged “not as far as i know”

your friends smiled and you returned the smile, a bit confused at their beaming happiness, before you stood up. “who would want some tea?”

after they had answered your questions - three times yes - you left the living room and walked into the kitchen. just as the kitchen door closed behind you, quill re-entered the living room and sat down in the chair you had just gotten out of.

that was enough for the trio to silently decided to continue their interrogation with him.

it seemed that the unresolved relationship issue really bugged george, because he got straight to the point. “you’re single, y/n’s single, why not just date each other?”

“what?” quills eyes had grown big.

“you heard what i said” george leaned back and crossed his arms, like he had just finished his job.

“what he is trying to say, is that—” lockwood tried to ease the situation, but couldn’t find any words, so he looked at lucy.

“you’re basically married” she shrugged “and you obviously like her”

“yeah” lockwood agreed “and she likes you back”

“why don’t you go in there and ask her out? right now” george pointed to the kitchen door

“woah” quill raised his hands “we’re actual human beings, not just some dolls you can play with and set up with each other”

“so you don’t like her?” george was mindlessly turning the pages of a magazine.

“i did not say that” quill protested.

“fine, okay” lucy nodded “what seems to be the problem?”

“what if you’re wrong?” quill muttered “what if i ask her and she says no, and what if, after that she’ll never talk to me again?”

“you can’t be that oblivious” george had decided that he had read enough and closed the magazine “i mean when was the last time you had a girlfriend? i’m pretty sure it was back before you even knew y/n. and when did you ever see her with another boy?”

“hm” made quill, watching as you opened the door and walked out with a tray in hand. he quickly got to his feet, helping you put everything down on the table. you looked up and suddenly you were unbelievably close to each other.

“hi” muttered quill.

“hi” you said back.

it was like lockwood, lucy and george had suddenly disappeared and it was only you two.

“how would you like—“ quill interrupted himself “go on a date, with me?” he asked instead.

“i thought you’d never ask” you smiled brightly and his heart fluttered in his chest.

“i thought you’d never say yes” he whispered and you looked at him in surprise.

“i could never say no to you” your lips were almost touching, when you heard a noise from the couch.

lockwood, lucy and george had stumbled onto their feet and were trying to leave the room.

“don’t even pay attention to us” lucy babbled “we’re going to buy some new cookies”

“are we?” lockwood wondered, but was quickly dragged out of the room by his two friends

“we are” was the last thing you could hear george say, in a rather harsh tone, before the front door closed loudly.

quill and you looked at each other again, laughing at your friends, that were acting like children once again.

“can i kiss you?”

“yes”

and he did just that. his lips were soft and you tasted some of your cherry lip balm, that he sometimes used. he was pulling you closer by your hip and neck and deepened the kiss and you wondered why you had never done this before in all the years you had liked him and didn’t take the time to even admit that to yourself.

“i really like you” you muttered against his lips as soon as the kiss had ended.

“i really like you too” quill said “wait, no, please scratch that”

you frowned at him.

“i think i might even love you”

you giggled, relieved, before you nodded “okay” you said “that’s even better”

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𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝 (34.9k)

blank space (0.7k) — normally lockwood can hide his feelings quite well. that talent seems to fade every time someone tries to flirt with his y/n (f,s)

peace (0.5k) — y/n is all that Lockwood needs, especially in the quiet moments (f,a)

sweet nothing (0.8k) — eating breakfast in bed (f)

stay, stay, stay (1.3k) — you never leave a fight unresolved (f,a)

delicate (0.5k) — some flirty banter in a near death situation (f,s)

king of my heart (1.8k) — there was always this flirty banter between you, without anything ever happening. one day you grow tired of it and leave lockwood to make a choice (f,a,s)

treacherous (1.3k) — How can it be that two people who grew up together hate each other so much? lockwood and you find out that love and hate are closer together than you had thought (f,a,s)

cruel summer (1.3k) — there’s just one bed, luckily you are the most brilliant person lockwood knows… or are you? (f,s)

you belong with me (1.6k) — you have to flirt to finish a mission. much to the dismay of lockwood you are far too good at it (f,s)

the way I loved you (pt 2 of ybwm) (1.2k) — lockwood is protective of what is his and in his own definition, you belong to him (f,a,s)

london boy (1.0k) — lockwood and you finish a study about what defines the greatness of a kiss (f,s)

it's nice to have a friend (0.3k) — you pass out after a dangerous encounter with a ghost (a,f,w)

enchanted (1.0k) — lockwood and you have been in love ever since you first met and it's been quite obvious for anyone else, but you two (f)

seven (sibling!reader) (0.5k) — a mission went badly and you and your brother console each other (f, a, p)

i did something bad (1.2k) — gathering information from a tied up and horny teenage boy should be easy enough, right? (s)

i think he knows (1.3k) — you have to admit your feelings for lockwood after your heartbeat goes through the roof at his touch (f)

change (1.4k) — lockwood realizes how much he missed of his sisters, the reader, life (a,f,p,w)

back to december (1.4k) — you had left lockwood in a night filled with regret and there was nothing you wanted more than to apologise to him (a,f,p)

the best day (0.4k) — domestic fluff with anthony lockwood (f)

the last time (1.1k) — you always try to save your friends life at the expanse of your own. this time you might've gone too far (a,p)

my tears ricochet (1.4k) — you save lockwoods life on a job but he can't save you.. but with a twist (a,w,f)

it's beginning to look a lot like christmas (0.5k) — lockwood is as cooky as usual, luckily you are used to it by now (f,s)

driving home for christmas (0.4k) — in which you come home for christmas surprisingly and lockwood can proof that his girlfriend is real (f)

the very first night (0.7k) — you celebrate your birthday for your friends only, lockwood celebrates your birthday for you (f,a,p)

lavender haze (1.2k) — despite kipps best efforts to keep you away from each other, lockwood won't stop flirting with you (f)

all american bitch (3.4k) — everbody knew that there was something wrong in the way your brother talked to you and lockwood wouldn't let you accept it any longer (f,a,s)

pretty isn’t pretty (0.8k) — he was showering you in compliments all while you felt like you weren’t pretty enough (f,a)

i forgot that you existed (0.6k) — lockwoods sibling had a bad day at school (f,p)

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𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐦 (8.2k)

daylight (0.6k) — early morning cuddles with your boyfriend (f)

mastermind (2.3k) — the team has to work together with 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. (a,f)

love story (0.8k) — hiding a relationship becomes a challenge when your bosses are lockwood and kipps, but y/n and george always seem to manage anyway… (f)

i knew you were trouble (0.7k) — you expressed your likeness for george all the time.. seems like he finally gets it (f)

ours (0.3k) — george tries to make reader go to bed (f)

mirrorball (0.7k) — george has been struggling and you help him (a,f)

fearless (1.7k) — george admires you deeply. not only because you're his girlfriend, but because you have an extraordinary gift (f/a)

snowman (1k) — a situation in which you are trapped, causes george and you to confess (f)

teenage dream () — one part of you loved fighting ghosts and doing your jobs, the other isn’t so sure if that’s really the right thing for you (a)

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𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐤𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐬 (7.8k)

i know places (1.6k) — all hell breaks loose when your brother finds out about you and quill (f,s)

paper rings (1.5k) — you & quill are basically married, but when will he finally ask? (f)

today was a fairytale (1k) — you and quill go on your first date (f,s)

gold rush (0.8k) — loving quill kipps feels like a gold rush (f,a)

santa tell me (1.2k) — you and quill had been the parents of the group for years, but nothing ever happened between the two of you. now it’s finally time to change that, or atleast your friends think it is (f)

santa clause is coming to town (0.2k) — you and quill know each other so well, you could almost finish each others sentences (f)

under the mistletoe (0.5k) — you and your boyfriend get caught under the mistletoe (f)

you need to calm down (0.4k) — you and quill wind down after a long day (f,w)

shake it off (1k) — quill and you play a prank on your brother and friends (f)

the moment i knew () — quill and you were a lot closer once, before everything suddenly changed and he was not there when you needed him most (a,f,w)

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𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 (5.5k)

anthony lockwood, illicit affairs series (5.5k) — your secret relationship might not be enough for the future you have ahead of you (a,s,f) one, two, three part four (ending: afterglow) part four (ending: closure)

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𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩 (0.6k)

deck the halls (0.6k) — decorating cookies at portland row (f,p)

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—back to december

pairing: quill kipps x fem!reader, ex!anthony lockwood x fem!reader

summary: you had left lockwood in a night filled with regret and there was nothing you wanted more than to apologise to him

warnings: angst, mention of unwellness, but not specified

notes: this got a bit more lockwood x reader (in a platonic way off) than i had planned lol. sorry :)

"so you're just going to leave?" he let go of your bag and had that look on his face again. a look that almost made you regret everything. but you wouldn't stay. you couldn't.

"i'm sorry" you said and with that you opened the door and left portland row, without ever coming back.

you woke up from someone softly shaking you. "what is wrong, love?" quill asked worriedly.

you looked at him confused, blinking at the light of the night lamp. "huh?"

"you were crying" quill explained

"oh" you adverted your eyes, trying not to think about lockwood and the dream you just had. you weren't going to think about your ex-boyfriend while you were laying in bed with your current one. "sorry, i woke you" you said quickly "it was just a bad dream"

"alright" quill pecked your lips, before he settled down again. you weren't able to go back to sleep, so you stood up and sat down on the couch in the living room, grabbing a book and trying to concentrate on something else.

you were sure those sudden dreams about lockwood and the night you left hadn't come out of nowhere.

there was this mission quill had mentioned. something that involved working with the agency head. of course quill knew about your past relationship, that's how you had met after all, but he had assured that you didn't have to see lockwood if you didn't want to.

"it's fine" you had said "i have to face him at one point"

quill had accepted your decision. you knew that you had to face lockwood, there was no way around it anymore, that didn't mean that you felt good though.

it had been a year since that night and you knew that it was your fault. you had known since that night that he atleast deserved an apology. something you hadn't been able to give him until now.

your relationship with quill had changed your perspective on a lot of things. it had made you realize that you were in a bad state during your relationship with lockwood. you had to llove yourself before you could love anyone else. you had made that clear to quill when you started going out. he had been nothing short of supportive and patient.

it's not that lockwood wouldn't have been, but you couldn't drag him into your mess. not when he had enough on his plate already.

the sun came up quicker than you had anticipated. "since when are you up?" quill walked into the living room barefoot.

"good morning" you smiled, craning your neck so he could kiss you "i wasn't able to go back to sleep after my nightmare"

"so bad huh?" he opened the drapes

"yeah" you shrugged

"was it about lockwood?" he could really read you better than anyone

you sighed, before you nodded

"you don't have to come" quill assured "i can take bobby"

"no" you shook your head "i want to come. i just feel so guilty"

quill's eyes grew softer when he turned to look at you. he sat down beside you and hugged you. "he will understand"

"he was good to me" you muttered "and i just walked away. without any explanation"

"you can explain now"

"i will" you nodded

later that day, you were standing in front of the door of portland row. quill knocked.

george opened the door and to your surprise he smiled and even hugged you. "y/n" he beamed "i haven't seen you in such a long time, how are you?"

"aren't you.. angry?" you threw a glance at quill, who just shrugged

"why would i be angry?" george made a motion for you two to enter the house "lockwood explained everything to us"

"he did?" you asked surprised

"y/n!" lucy rushed down the stairs and almost made you fall over by the force of the hug she was giving you.

you hugged her back. "hey" you muttered into her hair. the smell of the house and the smiles of your friends almost broke your heart. you had missed them. you had missed home.

"hey" lockwood said, entering the hall. he had grown a bit, his suit, that used to be too big, fitting him perfectly now. the bags under his eyes had disppeared and he looked a lot less tired.

"hi" lucy had loosened her hold on you.

"why don't we go into the kitchen to discuss the case?" lockwood suggested and you weren't able to do anything more than nod.

"so where did you find it?" quill pointed at the wrapped up mirror

"we can't tell you that" george crossed his arms, leaning back in his chair

"okay" quill nodded "did you steal it?"

"we also can't tell you that" lucy said excusingly

"well what can you tell us?" quill asked

during the encounter at the kitchen table. lockwood wasn't able to take his eyes off of you. he noticed that you looked healthier than the last time he had seen you. just like you had noticed the positive change about him.

your mind drifted off and you caught lockwoods eyes, who also seemed to be thinking about anything else.

"could we talk?" you whispered

lockwood nodded. "please excuse us" he said and you followed him out of the kitchen and into the library.

"you didn't change anything, did you?" you said, walking around the room and noticing that it was still the same that it had been all those months ago. even the photograph that pictured lockwood and you together hadn't left.

you took it into your hand, watching it closely. the photo had been taken by a stranger when lockwood and you had been on the london eye.

you had only thought about that day a month ago, when quill and you visited the london eye. the memory had hit you suddenly and almost ruined your entire day.

"i remeber this day" you muttered, putting the photo down in it's place

"i do too" lockwood said "a great day" "yeah" you turned around. "what did you tell george and lucy about me leaving?" you asked "i bet it wasn't the truth, no" you shook your head "they wouldn't treat me like this if it was" you looked at the door

"it wasn't exactly a lie either" lockwood shrugged "i told them that you needed time. that you weren't well and that you couldn't do that while you were here"

"lockwood" you muttered

"you look happy" he said "healthier and better than when we last talked"

"it's been so long" you mumbled

"a year and fourteen days" lockwood added "i thought about everything a lot"

"why aren't you screaming at me?" you asked with tears in your eyes "i just left and ruined everything"

"you did what you had to do"

"i hurt you"

"still"

"why do you always have to be this good to me?" you cried "why can't you just be angry?"

"because i'm not" he touched your arm to comfort you "and i won't pretend i am just because it's easier for you"

"i'm sorry" another tear escaped your eye "for everything. i wish i could go back and change things, i'm sorry fur hurting you"

"i know" he hugged you

"i wish i could've loved you right"

"i do too" he admitted "but i know that back then you weren't able to do that, even if you wanted it so badly"

"i always cherished our time together, but i wasn't the version of myself you needed" you explained "i think that you look much healthier too"

"i am much healthier"

"great" you smiled "i won't ever say that the way i handled it was right, because it wasn't, but i think we both needed to heal individually, we couldn't do it together"

"i agree" lockwood smiled back softly "and even if i'm not angry, i'm still glad that you came to apologise"

"i hope it wasn't too late"

"it never was" he assured "maybe we can be friends again some day, but for now, just know that i will always love you"

"i will always love you too"

"and i'm glad that we met, even if it ended badly" he send you a last assuring smile. "come on" and with that you followed him back into the kitchen, sitting back down in your seat, while quill took your hand, squeezing it softly.

lockwood noticed the gesture and smiled at you. you smiled back. everything was alright again.

—today was a fairytale

pairing: quill kipps x gn!reader

summary: you and quill go on your first date at arif‘s

warnings: mentions of sex at the very end

notes: this was such a cute thing to write and i think we need more domestic quill kipps fics… or fics of him in general.. get to work, people!!

arif‘s was pretty busy that morning. it was winter and you were watching the snow fall from the window of the little shop. you could hear people talking lowly, almost slipping into a chorused whisper around you. the coffee in front of you was still hot, so you couldn’t drink from it just yet. quill had just brought you this new one after the first that you had already finished.

Quill slid in the seat across from you. you turned your head at the sound and smiled at him. the moment your eyes met his, he was already sipping on the second cup of hot chocolate, that he had just ordered at the counter, seemingly uninterested in waiting until it had cooled down a bit.

“isn’t it a bit funny, that you ask me on a coffee date and then continuously drink hot chocolate?” you asked

quill shrugged his shoulders “nah”

“okay” you smiled brightly

the both of you had been here for over an hour, talking with no end. when quill had asked you to go on a date with him, you had never thought that it would be so entertaining, or that you both would find that you had so much in common.

in your eyes, quill had always been pretty strict and serious, turns out he could be quite funny, making you laugh with almost everything he was saying.

"can i ask you something personal?"

quill nodded and you smiled softly.

"lockwood told me that your talent faded some time ago. why did you choose to continue to work against the problem? why not do something else?" you asked interested "i've been an agent for all i remember, i do get the grind, but doesn't it get tiring after all that time you worked as one?"

contrary to your belief, that he might get offended at the question, quill smiled. "i don't know" he said truthfully "the thought of quitting did enter my head but it never stayed for long. i love the people i'm working with and i want to make a difference in the world"

"i like that" you replied "i always admired you for it, honestly. the way you carry yourself and stick up for your team, like it's more than just a job"

"it is more than just a job" quill insisted "it's our lives and from what i've heard and seen you don't seem to hold back either" "thank you" you laughed, before you got serious again "do you think we will some day get rid of the problem?"

“we will” he assured. you couldn’t tell if he was really thinking that or if he was just saying that to ease your nerves. he knew that you were always worrying about the problem.

you would sometimes work together, him with his fittes team and you as a member of lockwood and co. this is how you had met as well. even though lockwood never held back with comments about quill, you had grown to like him.

lockwood had thought you had made a joke when you had told him about the date.

one of the first things you had noticed was that despite you mentioning them all the time, quill did not say one bad thing about your friends. it wasn’t your intention to test or annoy him, but they were your whole life.

every story you could tell happened with them, they were your family and you were surprised how quickly quill had understood that.

he even praised lucy and george, when you told him the story of annabel ward and said that he would have been glad to have them on his team as well.

you could notice the stiffness in his face, every time you mentioned lockwood, there was just too much to just forget it, but he didn’t say anything at least and you registered that he seemed to really like you.

“maybe we could repeat this some day?” quill asked when the two of you had left arif’s and were walking down the street to portland row.

“yes” you smiled, glad that he was thinking the same as you. you didn’t want to wait until some day though. “how about tomorrow?” you asked “i’m free the entire day”

quill laughed at your eagerness. “tomorrow sounds great. i’m glad you suggested it, i didn’t want to pressure you, but i’d love to meet up again tomorrow”

“good” you breathed relieved. and somehow his agreement seemed to have made you brave, so you quickly added: “i really like you, quill”

“i really like you too”

you stopped in front of the stairs to portland row and on quill’s face rested a lopsided grin, as he noticed the curtains moving and lockwood’s face pop up in the window.

his smile wasn’t mean though. for a short second, the time you had taken to notice lockwood as well, you had thought that he was only smiling because it was annoying the boy. but now it seemed like that was just a plus and he was going to do what he wanted, regardless of lockwood watching or not.

he bend down and pressed a featherlight kiss to your cheeks and the heat entered your face almost immediately.

“bye, y/n” quill waved “i’m gonna call you tomorrow at noon, if that’s alright, then we can arrange something” he was already starting to walk away

“that’s good” you called “hey, wait, what do you want to do tomorrow?”

“whatever you want to do is fine with me” he smiled “i’ll call you!” he assured again, before he finally turned around and walked away

“stop being so smitten with him” you turned your head to look at lockwood, who had opened the front door and was now leaning against the frame.

“i think it’s already too late for that” your eyes returned to quills frame again, that was almost too far away to see.

lockwood sighed. “never have sex in my house”

you walked through the door, giggling at his seriousness. “i won’t promise anything” you laughed, quickly sprinting up the stairs

“what was that?” lockwood called behind you, but you ignored him, just smiling to yourself and feeling excitement bubble in your chest to tell lucy everything.

—gold rush

pairing: quill kipps x gn!reader

summary: loving quill kipps feels like a gold rush

warnings: none

note: SURPRISE SURPRISE!! posting three fics in a day must be a new record! you could say i'm in my active era 😇

one of his hands was gliding through his hair and it fell into place effortlessly. you almost lost your mind at it. he put the sword back into it's holder with his other hand, looking around the house to see if his help was still needed somewhere. then he noticed you and came over.

"hello, love" he smiled brightly, before he kissed you

"are you finished?"

quill nodded happily, interlacing your fingers and following you away from the scene. leaving everyone else behind.

you made your way to arif's next. sitting down in your favorite booth and odering your favorite donuts, laughing, talking.

you could feel the eyes of some of the costumers, watching you and your boyfriend lovingly. they would smile when you did and gush when he kissed your hand or made you blush.

one lady even complimented the two of you directly, after quill had left the last donut for you.

he had brought some uno cards, because it was your favorite card game and you won against him three times, while enjoying your hot chocolate.

"i love winter" quill was watching the snow fall from the window, while you were shuffling the cards for another round

"yeah?" you laughed, always excited to find out something new about him. it was amazing to have known a person for such a long time and still finding out new things about them. "but you hate the cold"

he shrugged his shoulder, taking his eyes off the window and back to you "doesn't matter. i still love winter"

"that's such a contrary belief, darling"

"i know" he smiled "that's what makes me interesting"

"you can't love and hate the cold at the same time" you giggled "that's not how it works"

"can i tell you a secret?" he motioned for you to lean forward on the table, coming closer as well and then muttering softly into your ear "i don't care"

you laughed again. the sensation of his breath tickling your neck.

"okay" you handed him his cards "guess i have to accept that"

after you had won once again, or maybe he had lost on purpose, you couldn't tell, the two of you left arif's. saying goodbye to the guests that had not stopped smiling since the two of you had arrived.

he walked you home. the snow was falling even thicker than before. you felt yourself starting to love winter as well. just because he did. just because you loved everything he did.

"what do you like most about winter?" you asked

"how quiet it gets" quill smiled, waving his hand through the air, trying to catch snowflakes. "it's almost peaceful"

you watched him lovingly. he looked like a little boy again. you wondered why everything he did and said always seemed so magical to you. almost like he was special, different to everyone you had ever met.

almost like he wasn't real. right out of a fairytale or some old folklore.

"i like snow" you said softly when he showed you one of the snowflakes he had caught, before it turned into water from the warmth of his hand.

"i like you" quill kissed your temple. "even more than i like winter"

"that seems exaggerated" you rolled your eyes

"it isn't" quill assured honestly. his eyes were shining through, standing out from the white snow all around you and you wanted to cry. "you're my favorite"

"you're my favorite, too"

he squeezed your hand, while the both of you fell into comfortable silence. you stopped in front of your house and he tilted his head, so his face met the falling snow.

"you will get ill" you reminded

he shrugged his shoulders, quickly kissing your lips

"you're so cold" you giggled, trying to escape his arms.

"but you're warm" he argued laughing at the way you were trying to get away from him without a chance.

finally, you gave up, just letting him hold you and looking into his eyes. one of his hands went into his hair again and it fell into place effortlessly.

"stop staring" you looked to your side, confused where the voice had come from. "he's gonna notice!" there it was again. "y/n!" lucy called louder now and you tore your eyes away from quill to look at her.

"huh?" you questioned. lucy was standing next to you, looking in the same direction you had a second ago. quill was busy fixing his sword and looking if he was still needed.

there was no snow around you. it wasn't even winter.

"you really have to stop doing that" lucy said serious "he's way too old for you as well"

"you're right" you smiled sadly, following her back to where george and lockwood were waiting.

your eyes fell onto quill one last time. he noticed you looking and raised his arm, waving at you while he smiled. you waved back, all while asking yourself what it must be like to grow up that beautiful.

you would never get an answer to that.

—you need to calm down

pairing: quill kipps x gn!reader

summary: you and quill wind down after a long day

warnings: mentions of blood and a wound

"it hurts" quill whined and you rolled your eyes at him.

"you man child" you continued taping the wound with a soft cotton pad you had dabbed into alcohol "it's only gonna get infected if i don't take care of it now"

"i know" quill muttered, looking away dramatically

"and.. we're done" you softly rubbed the plaster, that was now covering his wound. you got down from your position on the counter, getting rid of the used cotton pads.

"thank you" quill turned his arms to inspect the plaster "princess themed, really?"

you giggled, leaving the bathroom.

today had been a pretty big case you had to tackle. first, there were two more ghosts than expected and then a few of your iron flames didn't work, resulting in quill getting his wound.

"i think you'll survive this" you sat down on the couch, opening your arms so he would come cuddle with you

"thank you" he kissed your cheeks, before he layed down in your lap "you're the best doctor"

"i know" you smiled "that's why you kept me, isn't it"

"that and because you always look really good" he laughed "except for that one time you fell into the mud"

"that was literal ages ago" your mouth was wide open, nit believing that he was mentioning it now "and i broke my arm, remember?"

"your arm is all healed now" he pointed his finger at it "so it's okay to laugh about it"

"it's not" you shook your head "it hurt so bad"

"i know" he rolled his eyes smiling "i saw you ugly crying"

"you're mean" you pouted in fake offence

"'m sorry baby" he raised his head, kissing the side of your mouth "you're always pretty. even with a broken arm and covered in mud"

"you're always pretty too, even with a wound that might cost you your arm" you replied sarcastically "at least that's what someone could think from hearing you scream"

"not funny" quill grumbled "i'm a tough man"

"you are" you nodded "a no little cut will make me doubt that"

"stop it" he pulled your hair in a joking manner

"i won't mention it again" you assured, combing through his hair. "i'll make it up to you, by watching what you want tonight, alright?

quill had already leaned over you and gotten the remote control from off the table. "awesome"

"don't get ahead of yourself" you rolled your eyes, but watched in silent happiness how he chose one of your favorite shows and put his arms around your sides, not letting you go anywhere.

—lavender haze

pairing: anthony lockwood x kipps!reader

summary: despite kipps best efforts to keep you away from each other, lockwood won't stop flirting with you

warnings: none

“the beautiful kipps!” anthony lockwood called upon your sight.

you bowed down a little, hand on your chest and fluttered your eyelashes, smiling. “mr lockwood” you replied, taking the hand he was holding towards you and watching as he planted a featherlight kiss on it.

“wow” lucy muttered next to the both of you “i’d never thought i would hear you say kipps and beautiful in the same sentence”

“well” lockwood nodded “only when it’s y/n” he said

“thank you” you smiled and giggled at the odd greeting you two had just done spontaneously

“morning, lucy.. tony” quill came to a halt next to you, dropping the bag of equipment and taking a double take at your still intertwined hands.

“tony, would you be so kind to let the fuck go of my sibling?”

you stepped backwards at his angry tone and your hand left lockwood’s embrace

“hey, gentle” lockwood smiled smugly

“don’t be an anymore bigger pain in the ass than you’re usually are, tony” quill put his other bag down “my sibling's too good for you anyways”

“sure” lockwood nodded

“so what are we doing here?” asked lucy to change the topic

“yeah” said kat “why do they need both teams?”

“easy” barnes had stepped into the middle of the circle “it’s a huge property with more than just a few ghosts and you are the best teams i know, so i thought you could do it”

“great idea” you smiled and barnes nodded at you thankfully

“at least be civil with each other this one time” barnes said “it will profit you both in more than one case”

“we can do that” you assured the man, who send you a smile, before he got back into his car. “we can do that... right, guys?” you asked, now directed at the two teams around you

"anything for you, darling" lockwood smiled and you looked down, blushing. quill took you by the shoulders and softly pushed you behind him, successfully breaking lockwoods sight on you.

"we can do that" he said "but you stay away from them, or else we're gonna have a problem, you hear me?"

"sure, kipps" lockwood shrugged, but the second quill had turned around and went back to instruct his team, lockwood caught your eye and shook his head at you, laughing as you had to giggle

despite quill's continuous attempts to keep lockwood and you away from each other, there had already been a few kisses shared between the two of you, without anyone knowing of course.

"we need to split up, the building really is huge" said lockwood from next to you. quill's hand immediately wandered to your shoulder

"y/n is coming with me, of course" he said

"i don't know, quill" you shook your head at your brother "it would be smarter to pair the talents. i should go with lockwood, yeah?"

quill sighed, but couldn't really say no to your request. he grabbed your arm and softly dragged you over to his equipment. "look, y/n" he said "i know that lockwood has been wanting for you to join lockwood and co for years now, and if you really want to, i won't stay in your way"

you could see that he was sad about it. "oh, quill" you mused. "let's discuss this later, yeah? it's just for this case, just trust me, okay?"

"fine" quill breathed "but if he touches you--"

"--i will let him know that he will loose a limb, of course" you nodded and your brother smiled proudly

"okay then" he nudged your shoulder, before he hugged you tightly "be careful, and if the moment will come, let lockwood die"

"quill" you slapped his arm and your brother laughed. then you went back to lockwood

"did he say anything about me?" lockwood asked intrigued and if you didn't know the nature of their relationship, you could've almost thought that he was interested in your brother.

"no, nothing, just advised me to be careful"

lockwood nodded. "y/n and i will take the west wing"

the rest of the two teams divided into smaller groups, as you followed the boy inside.

“isn’t it kind of annoying that your brother always decides what you have to do?”

“he’s my supervisor” you just shrugged

“i know, but wouldn’t it be easier on your relationship if he wasn’t?”

“you’re gonna get him to resign? or barnes to kick him out?”

“that’s not what i meant” lockwood shook his head

“you have to be more clear, then” you played dumb, as if you didn’t know what he was hinting at.

“y/n” lockwood groaned and his voice sounded desperate now. "you know that i would love for you to join lockwood and co"

"i know" you nodded "and i like you lockwood, a lot, you know that, but i have to stay with my brother"

lockwood sighed "are you sure?"

"positive" you nodded "isn't it easier on our relationship if you're not my employer"

lockwood smiled smugly "our relationship, huh?"

"yeah" you shrugged "how about a date after this?"

"i'd like that. a lot" he let you walk through the door in the hallway first, sticking close to you while you inspecting the west wing, without finding anything.

"seems like we missed out on the fun" lockwood said later when you helped kat out away the source. the west wing had been clear of any supernatural activity and you had only wandered around until you had been called out by the others.

"no" you laughed "i don't think so" you tilted your head to the side, looking at him. "i had a good time and i didn't even have to nearly survive for that"

"okay, me too" he grinned

"y/n" quill called coming over to you "i think this tells me everything i need to know, right?" he looked between the both of you "you are leaving, aren't you?"

"i won't join lockwood and co" you said, crossing your arms and leaning against the car

"you won't?" quill asked surprised, raising his eyebrows at you, like you were trying to make a joke. his eyes jumped to lockwood, who cleared his throat

"no" lockwood answered "seems like they have a priority" he pointed at the older boy

"you're staying because of me?"

"of course!" you smiled "i could never leave the best supervisor in the country"

"debatable" lockwood muttered under his breath, but you both ignored him.

"but i want you to be fine with another decision i made"

"what is it?" quill sighed, already sensing that he wouldn't like what he was about to hear

"i'm gonna start dating lockwood" you said simply "and i want you to be okay with that"

quill sighed once again, rubbing the space between his eyebrows in a similiar manner as barnes always did when lockwood was discussing something with him. "okay" he nodded, as if he had to accept defeat "but you'll be a gentleman, you hear me" he pointed an accusing finger in lockwoods direction. "if i hear one bad thing!"

lockwood raised his arms defensively "when have i ever not been?" he asked wide eyed

"i'm just making sure we're on the same page"

"alright, thank you quill" you pushed down his arms "i'll call you" you smiled in lockwood's direction, then you send a quick look to quill, before you decided to kiss lockwood on the cheek.

you followed quill back to the car, leaving lockwood to look after you in awe.

"guess i have to get used to that" quill muttered exasperated

"yes, you have"

all american bitch

pairing: anthony lockwood x fem!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

lockwood pointed in your direction and lucy followed his eyes

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

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

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

"precisely"

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

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

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

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

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

"yeah, you better" lucy waved at him

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"you're still his sister" lucy reminded

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

"how long are you planning to stay?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"i mean- eh it does look pretty compromising"

"does it now?"

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

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

"please" you repeated "kiss me"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"yeah, or what?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"you did"

"right" quill smiled smugly

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

quill sighed as well.

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

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

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

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

"i don't want to hate you"

quill nodded

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—LOVER: the 1k follower celebration

content: various requested x reader fics that will be posted in the week of july 1st!

warnings: some are overly angsty, fluffy, happy, funny etc (they will have their individual warnings

note: so here we finally are!!! i spent the past (i think) two months, working on these fics and i'm so happy that i'm finally able to share this 1k follower celebration with you!! again, thank you so much for following and reading my stories, it truly means the world that people are actually interested in the stupid shit i write.

you will find all the fics tagged under the hashtag #lizzys1kfollowercelebration and now without further ado, the schedule:

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ monday

✧ FOREVER WINTER, theo

↳ ❜all this time i didn't know, you were breakin' down. i'd fall to pieces on the floor, if you weren't around❛

✧ WE ARE NEVER EVER GETTING BACK TOGETHER, mattheo

↳ ❜you go talk to your friends, talk to my friends, talk to me, but we are never, ever, ever, ever getting back together! like, ever❛

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ tuesday

✧ HITS DIFFERENT, isaac

↳ ❛i heard your key turn in the door down the hallway is that your key in the door? is it okay? is it you?❛

✧ VAMPIRE, rafe

↳ ❜i tried to help you out, now i know that i can't❛

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ wednesday

✧ SO HIGH SCHOOL, theo

↳ ❜you know how to ball, i know aristotle❛

✧ TEENAGE DREAM, george

↳ ❜yeah, they all say that it gets better, it gets better, but what if i don't?❛

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ thursday

✧ YOU'RE NOT SORRY, mattheo

↳ ❜and you got your share of secrets and I'm tired of being last to know❛

✧ SHAKE IT OFF, quill

↳ ❜i stay out too late, got nothing in my brain❛

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ friday

✧ ANTI-HERO, draco

↳ ❜it's me, hi, i'm the problem, it's me (i'm the problem, it's me) at tea time, everybody agrees❛

✧ SUPERMAN, theo

↳ ❜i'm lovestruck and looking out the window, don't forget, don't forget where i'll be❛

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ saturday

✧ MISS AMERICANA AND THE HEARTBREAK PRINCE, mattheo

↳ ❜it's you and me, that's my whole world. they whisper in the hallway, 'she's a bad, bad girl'❛

✧ BIGGER THAN THE WHOLE SKY, theo

↳ ❜salt streams out my eyes and into my ears, every single thing i touch becomes sick with sadness❛

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ sunday

✧ LONG STORY SHORT, theo

↳ ❜long story short, i survived❛

✧ THE MOMENT I KNEW, quill

↳ ❜"i'm sorry, i didn't make it" and i said, "i'm sorry too" and that was the moment i knew❛

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tagging a few mutuals: @ahead-fullofdreams @obsessedwithceleste @mqstermindswift @ahqkas @amongemeraldclouds @blooberry-bagel @mitskiswift99

—shake it off

pairing: quill kipps x lockwood!reader

summary: quill and you play a prank on your brother and friends

warnings: none i think

words: 1k

“i don’t think this is a good idea” you muttered, following after quill as you both made your way down the street. you looked down the street suspiciously, hand on your rapier, ready to fight if necessary.

it was already way past curfew which made his whole idea all the more stupid.

“you said that about fifty times in the last few minutes” he rolled his eyes “don’t worry, it’ll be fun”

“yeah, at first!” you said aggravated “but then all hell will break loose”

“oh come on! isn’t it worth it?”

“i don’t think so” you shrugged and quill came to a halt, turning around in your direction.

“what do you want me to say? or better, what do i have to tell you to make you do this, huh?”

“i don’t know” your eyes found his blue ones “maybe admit what a bad idea it actually is”

he looked down at you with this look in his eyes that always worked. “this is a terrible, horrible foolish idea” he muttered slowly, coming closer to you “let’s do it and see what happens” he grinned.

you were still not really convinced, but you could never say no to him, especially when he leaned forward and plastered a lingering kiss on your lips.

“fine” you groaned and quill laughed “but you have to make it up to me later”

“don’t worry” he smiled suggestively “i will”

now that you had said yes to his (might say, utterly stupid) prank idea on lockwood, lucy and george, he outstretched his hand, taking yours and walking up the steps to the house. “my lady?” he tapped his invisible hat, before he stepped to the side to make room in front of the door. you walked forward and took out your key to unlock the door. you walked inside followed by your boyfriend.

the prank itself wasn’t even a bit thing in it self, but you knew lockwood would flip and so did quill. his plan was to pretty harmless in itself. break into the house and color the faces of the three while they were fast asleep. you knew that your brother would make you both regret everything the moment he would wake up, but you had to admit that just the thought about that was pretty funny.

“okay, here” quill had pulled out a few markers “non-permanent markers for lucy and george. and one permanent for lockwood” your eyes widened.

“are you mental?”

quill just shrugged. “don’t worry, you’ll do george and lucy and i’ll take lockwood. i’m gonna tell him it was all me”

“you better” you pointed an accusing finger in his direction, before you took the markers out of his hand and walked up the stairs in the direction of george’s room.

you drew a mustache and another set of glasses onto george’s face. nothing too extreme, but it was still looking pretty funny.

you did the same with lucy, except that you drew a few tattoos instead of glasses.

you came down just a few minutes after that, waiting in the living room for quill to come back too.

“i’m finished” quill walked into the room smiling, before stepping next to you and kissing your neck.

“me too” you nodded and turned around, plastering a quick kiss on quill’s mouth.

you cuddled onto the sofa, quickly falling asleep holding each other.

you were wakened by a loud scream. you stumbled onto your feet and into the hallway, temporarily forgetting what you had done the night before, before your eyes fell on lucy and george that were standing in front of each other.

it looked like george had been the one who screamed.

“george! hhat happened?” you asked, rushing to his side, feigning concern.

he turned to you, his face contorted in horror. “look at my face!”

you glanced at him and had to bite back a laugh. the mustache and glasses you drew on him looked ridiculous, but you kept a straight face. “oh my goodness, george, what on earth happened?”

“i woke up like this!” he exclaimed, his voice rising in panic.

meanwhile, lucy burst into laughter, clutching her stomach. “oh, george! you look hilarious!”

lockwood, who had been woken by all the noise, came trudging down the stairs, but the anger in his eyes quickly evaporated, when he noticed both lucy and george's faces.

lucy turned her head and she only noticed now, that her face had been colored too, as lockwood pointed at it, still laughing.

her sour expression quickly turned into a smirk, when she noticed the words on lockwoods forehead, hidden behind his hair.

"wait" lucy exclaimed, before she stepped closer to the boy and drew the hair back with a quick gesture. "ohh" she laughed, when she could finally read the words.

lockwoods own laugh died out, quickly looking and yours and quill's direction, before darting to the closest mirror. "londons tiniest swordsman" he read and george and lucy broke into another fit of giggles simultaneously.

"i'm literally taller than you" your brother cried in betrayal, when he turned back around.

"i'm pretty sure quill wrote that" you said defensively, while you tried to no avail to hold back your marker. "and don't worry guys, it's not permanent"

"well, george and lucy won't have to worry about anything" quill laughed into his fist.

"what?" lockwood asked, his eyes quickly widening in horror.

george, lucy, quill and you sat in the kitchen, drinking the tea george had just prepared after him and lucy had easily washed off their facial decorations, while all of you sat and listened to lockwood cursing both you and quill while he tried to wash off the words on his forehead in the bathroom upstairs.

"well, we should definitely expect some kind of revenge" quill concluded, when lockwoods cursing stopped and loud steps echoed through the house.

"oh, you better" lockwood warned with a sarcastic grin, when he entered the kitchen. his hair was drenched and his forehead bright read from rubbing, with all the words still recognizable.

he pointed a warning finger in your direction, while he filled how water into his mug. "i let you date him and this is how you repay me, you, my own sister?"

"it wasn't my idea"

"well, i don't care" lockwood shrugged "my revenge will hit you just as hard as your boyfriend"

"i guess we have to go through that together" quill assured and you and the rest of the table started laughing at lockwoods angry grumbling.

Hi Lizzy, how are you?

I found your blog a couple weeks ago and I just wanted to say that I love your writing!! 😊 And you theme, I am also a big Taylor Swift fan!!🌟

Could I request one with Quill and the prompt " This is a terrible, horrible, incredibly foolish idea... Let's do it and see what happens " ? 

Thanks!💛

thank you so much!! and here you go: shake it off

—the moment i knew

pairing: quill kipps x lockwood!reader

summary: quill and you were a lot closer once, before everything suddenly changed and he was not there when you needed him most

warnings: canon typical violence, angst (with a happy ending)

note: this had been in my drafts for way too long, the ending is kinda meh and i kinda hate all of this so..

"look out, y/n!" kat called and you jumped to the side at the last second, before the ghost could touch you

"thank you" you called towards the girl and continued to try and fight the ghost off. that seemed to work for a while, until it didn't.

"quill!" you called out. the boy had his back facing you, searching through a stake of books at the table. "quill" you repeated "i need you, please" the wail screeched and you jumped aside once again. there was only so much you could do, until it would be able to come close enough to touch you

you continued to fight as much as you could, stepping back when the ghost charged at you once again. you stumbled over a piece of furniture and quickly made contact with the floor, losing your rapier in the progress.

"shit" you exclaimed and watched in horror as the ghost came closer and closer to you "quill" you called for the boy once again, but he was still much more concentrated on whatever he was doing "quill"

the ghost outstretched his arm and— darkness

you shrieked up in bed, forehead drenched in sweat, once again being awaken by the nightmare there replayed itself in your worst nights.

you got out of bed, changing into comfortable clothes. the walk down to the kitchen was quiet, only filled with the chatting of your friends.

"morning" you smiled, entering the kitchen and sitting down next to your cousin, anthony lockwood himself.

"morning" your friends chimed

lockwood noticed the stoic look on your face, just how he noticed about everything that you did. he was always concerned of your well-being, especially after your almost death a year ago, while still working for fittes.

the moment he had heard what happened, he showed up at your doorstep and talked you into joining his newly founded agency. at least he could have a look over you.

he hated kipps even more, after what he did to you.. or more precisely.. didn't do.

"it's the nightmare again, isn't it?" he muttered and you nodded softly

after you joined the agency you had resigned to only do researches, helping george and mostly staying away from cases, your trauma being too much for you to handle that again.

lockwood was glad that you decided to stay away from fighting ghosts, but he was concerned either way. you had always loved working in the field and never were scared before facing a ghost. that all had changed and in some moments, anthony thought he didn't recognise you anymore.

"we'll talk about it later, yeah?" you asked to stray away his eyes from your form. lucy and george watched curiously as you leaned back in your chair and slowly started biting down your sandwich.

"you look tired" noticed george and you nodded

"the traffic was too loud, I will try to catch some sleep later" none of your friends said anything about the obvious lie. they knew it was your way of telling them to just drop the matter. they all shared a glance, before returning to the topic they had been discussing before. a new case that had just revealed itself this morning.

"i think we should take a stop at the library" george suggested

you smiled at that. "oh yeah, we haven't gone there together in forever!"

the rest of the group nodded, happily accepting the shift in your mood and continued eating. after breakfast you cleared the table and took your stuff, heading to the library.

you stood in the middle of two rows of shelfs, a few feet away from the table the group had sat down at. you could hear lockwood's faint voice. he sounded... angry?

you collected all the books you needed in your arms and went back to the table. the last thing you caught was what lockwood had to say, before you arrived. "y/n will be back any minute, i want to see you gone by then"

you looked up and caught kipps' eyes across the table. he looked at you, interest in his features. you hadn't seen much of each other in the past year, always keeping away from places you knew the other person could be.

"quill" you greeted neutrally

"y/n" he nodded

"what did I tell you?" you could feel lockwood's anger bubbling.

"i'm sorry" quill shook his head "i wasn't aware that you had bought the library"

lockwood rolled his eyes. "we haven't. but here are a few tables where we wouldn't have to see your faces"

quill ignored him completely. he stepped next to where you still stood and took a glance at the books you held in hand. his face was so close, that you could feel his breath fan over your neck. if you had moved your head, you probably would've kissed.

you knew that quill didn't do it to anger you. after all he was mostly searching for your forgiveness. the letters he send you never stopping. lockwood didn't know about that, and you would never tell him, because in his eyes quill didn't deserve one second of your attention, while you were only mere seconds away from breaking and forgiving him.

quill only did this to anger lockwood, but you knew he was concerned about you. you just get yourself back in a position where you were dependent on that concern.

"leave them alone" lockwood bellowed and quill grinned, resting his hand against your waist and giving it a gentle squeeze. you looked at him and you could see the sincerity in his eyes.

in your head, you had forgiven him a long time ago. you were still distanced and hurt, but you knew that he hadn't done it to hurt or potentially kill you on purpose.

it were still the same feelings that made it hard for you to stir away from the boy. in his letters, he had talked about those same feelings he harboured, not that lockwood would let you out of the house without lucy, george or himself, so there wasn't a chance to pursue anything.

and you weren't even sure if you still wanted it.

he stepped away from your body, and something in you was sad at the warmth that left with him. but that was the weak side of you, the side that would read his letters and cry itself to sleep or that would sometimes even answer them. you had to get over him and you had to do it fast.

the next morning you all stood in front of the house that you had spent the whole day before researching. lockwood had just parted you in two teams, this was the first case you would join again, after the incident.

but before you could walk in, a deprac van honked and came to a halt next to you. barnes stepped out and greeted you all with a warm smile and the look of his eyes that clearly said 'i have to do this so just accept it'

you all looked at him questionly, but before he could explain, why he was even here, the back doors of the van opened and quill kipps, followed by his team members stepped outside.

"oh hell no" lockwood said loudly, but you knew that barnes couldn't do anything against it.

"sorry, tony" quill shrugged his shoulders and looked absolutely everything, but not sorry

"hey" said kat, before she hugged you in greeting, bobby and ned following

"hi" you smiled back at your former team members

quill was the last to greet you and he just touched you lightly at the arm.

"stay away" lockwood bid at him

"it's alright, anthony" you said softly. lockwood watched in disdain, how your eyes looked up at the blonde and followed his every move, you looked at him like he had hung the moon and lockwood stepped forward in protest

"it's alright, tony" quill repeated your words, softly stroking your cheek, before he stepped away. you immediately missed his touch.

"why are they here?" lockwood turned his head at barnes, waiting for an aexplanation.

"because it's a big building" barnes shrugged "it's already higher than your paygrade, so just be happy i'm still letting you on this case" he crossed his arms and waited for lockwood to protest.

lockwood looked between his friends and of course noticed your pleading face. "alright" he said between clenched teeth. "but we will get our fair share"

"of course" barnes nodded, before he got back into the car and drove off.

"cozy" kipps raised his eyebrows "so, what's the plan?"

"you're waiting for me to tell you?" lockwood asked in surprise

"well" kipps shrugged "you were here first" he paused and lockwood didn't miss the quick look in your direction "and i'm trying to be amicable"

"great" lockwood nodded sarcastically "i say we split up. your team will take the west wing and mine the other — wing, yeah"

"wouldn't it be smarter so split according to our talents?" lucy asked from behind the boy

"lucy" lockwood hissed

"yeah" kipps almost jumped into the air at the opportunity "that means y/n is coming with us and bobby stays with you"

"you must be mental if you really think i would let them go with you" lockwood walked closer to kipps

"it's alright" you pushed your arms in the middle of the two boys' bodies, seperating them.

"no, it's not" lockwood said

"it is!" he raised his eyebrows in surprise at the adamant tone in your voice

you reached for kipps' arm, dragging him into the building behind you. the rest of his team following.

"i will kill you if something happens to them" you could hear lockwood call after you

quill flashed a cheeky grin at lockwood over his shoulder, fully aware of the storm he had stirred up. you led quill and his team through the dimly lit corridors of the mysterious building, a mix of emotions swirling inside you. lockwood's warning echoed in your ears.

"what's wrong?" you asked, turning to face quill, when he halted in his step. he put a finger to his lips, signaling you to be quiet.

kat and ned had taken on the rooms down the corridor on the second floor, while you and quill had stayed back, searching the first floor.

“someone’s coming” quill whispered, reaching for your arm.

you saw the ghostly form approaching, slowly it came down the stairs. it was like if you had been frozen. the past years flashed before your eyes, the house and the touch of a ghost you had almost felt. you thought you had left it behind you.

“y/n!” quill shook you “y/n, come on” he was looking between you and the ghost. he noticed your eyes not moving from it.

“i—“ you tried to speak, but you weren’t able to utter a single word.

the ghost was too close now. quill drew his rapier, knowing that he would have to fight it on his own. and he put up quite a fight, throwing salt bombs, before he was finally able to get rid of it, atleast temporarily.

“we need to go” his hands were on your shoulders and the ghost was nowhere in sight, but you still looked so scared. quill knew that he was to blame for that. “y/n”

he could hear the ghost come back to life behind him. it did not take him longer to decide what he had to do. it was to no use to fight it off, he did not have anymore salt bombs and a source was nowhere in sight, not that he would’ve known what it was.

he picked you up, just as the ghost began charging at you. and he ran, calling for help or someone to finally pull a few silver net over potential sources.

someone might’ve actually found something, because right as it was too late, the ghost disappeared and quill came to a halt.

“y/n!” anthony called, sprinting into the hallway, closely followed by lucy, george and bobby. “thank god” he sighed when he noticed that you were alright.

“thank you” you looked at quill, who had saved you. “quill saved me” you said, turning your head to look at lockwood.

lockwood nodded, wearing a tight-lipped smile, before he outstretched his hand, shaking quills to thank him.

“i just did what i should’ve done a year ago” quill answered uncomfortably “i’m sorry for all the hurt i caused”

you nodded, already having made the decision that he was truly sorry and did not longer deserve to be punished for it.

“everything is okay, quill” you just said. quill smiled at you and even lockwood could not stop his features breaking into a grin.