#he who time forgot -- Luce

[maraschinomerry]

Rock Paper Scissors

Pairings: George Karim x gn!reader, background Locklyle

Summary: George is your best friend, Lucy's convinced there's more to it but he's not your type... is he?

Content: friends to lovers, oblivious flirting, misunderstanding, light swearing and suggestive thoughts, kisses

A/N: it's officially 1 year since I posted my first Lockwood & Co fic!! Thank you all for making it such an incredible year and continuing to support my writing, it means the world to me ❤️ and thank you to the Multiverse of George for fuelling the buff!George fire 🔥 I've even made a montage so everyone can see the vision, plus the gif above of George swinging the chains he's definitely strong 💪

Word count: 4.2k

Taglist: @neewtmas @marinalor @ettadear @honey-with-tea @mischiefmanaged71 (let me know if you want adding or removing!)

Ever since you'd started working for Lockwood & Co, you and George had had the most playful rivalry.

It had started on the very first day, when you came for your interview. Lucy had welcomed you into the living room while George went to fetch the biscuits. After breezing through the tests, Lockwood gestured to the plate still being clutched by the other boy.

“Biscuit?”

You frowned at the boy in the armchair, who looked like the last thing he wanted to do was to share. “Am I supposed to fight you for them or something?”

George had the audacity to snort. “In your dreams.” But then he did offer you the plate, albeit reluctantly.

Once you got used to one another, you found that you actually got on really well and gradually he became your best friend, but by then you'd set a precedent that neither of you wanted to drop.

“We're heading out soon,” Lucy informed you both as she slid cups of tea across the table. She and Lockwood had an appointment with a client, leaving you and George behind to keep working. “Can one of you oil the chains ready for tonight?”

You turned to George; he was already looking at you. A gleam came to his eye.

“Rock paper scissors?”

“You bet,” you grinned, already raising your hand. It took a few attempts, as you'd done it so many times by now that the two of you knew what each other was planning before it happened, but eventually you lost. Sticking your tongue out, you picked up your cup and headed towards the basement. Lucy followed you down.

“Can I ask you something?” she began cautiously.

“Course you can.” It wasn't like Lucy to not just ask straight out. This was odd.

“What's going on with you and George?” This was definitely odd. “It feels like you've gone past teasing, you're almost flirting with each other.”

Your gaze flew to your friend, who had lingered on the stairs. Was she being serious? “It's not like that, Luce,” you replied, wondering if it was warm in the basement or if it was just you. “I love him to bits, but the same way I love all of you. He's just not my type.”

Her eyebrow quirked up at that. “You have a type?”

“Don't say that like you don't,” you hit back. “You and Lockwood are made for each other! And George is great, really, but I prefer guys a bit more… buff?”

Lucy nodded. “Interesting.” It was spoken with the air of someone who knew exactly why it was interesting and someone who was absolutely not going to explain why. “Well… just don't rule anything out, but please be careful. I love you both too and I'd hate to see either of you get hurt.”

It was touching to hear her so candid about her feelings for you both. “I won't, I promise.”

—

You always forgot how ridiculously heavy the chains were. Just trying to hoist them up to make sure you'd oiled all the way round each joint was a workout. It was only adrenaline that carried you through working with them on cases. Thank goodness you were almost finished - your arms were beginning to ache and you were sure you were coated in sweat.

“Need a hand?” George's voice drifted from the stairs. You hadn't heard him come down, probably drowned out by the clanking links and your strained grunts, but there he was, sitting on one of the lower steps and watching you in amusement.

“You mean you want me to dishonour the sacred pact of rock paper scissors?” You mimed fainting in shock, taking the opportunity to slump back on the pile of chains and let the tension dissipate from your shoulders.

He chuckled, climbing down the final few steps and holding out his hand. “Will the sacred pact allow a lunch break? I made soup.” He'd got you there and he knew it. You loved his soup. Grinning, you accepted his hand and he pulled you away from the cold, hard metal.

There were two steaming bowls already set out on the table when you got back to the kitchen, and beside yours was a plate of sandwiches, cut exactly how you liked them.

“You're the best.”

“I know,” George smirked. He was eating with one hand, the other scribbling away on the Thinking Cloth. As he became more engrossed, he leant further forwards, his dark curls flopping over his brow. It was fascinating watching him get so engrossed in his work, the whole world melting away around him. Once you finished eating, you glanced across and took his empty bowl from in front of him. He looked up sharply, snapped from wherever his thoughts had taken him.

“Sorry, didn't mean to disturb you,” you mumbled.

“No, it's fine. We should probably get packed.”

You followed him down to the basement and pulled your kit bags from the shelf. Set side by side on the table, you both began to load up.

“You can carry the chains,” you told him over your shoulder as you picked up a half-empty box of flares and emptied it into your bag.

“Hey, you're the one who lost!”

“Only for cleaning them, I've done my bit.”

He huffed, but gave you a smile as he made his way over to the mound of chains. Your eyes widened as he scooped up a whole length in one easy movement and gave them a quick shake loose. You'd spent nearly quarter of an hour trying to manoeuvre that section earlier.

“How the hell did you do that?”

“They're not that heavy,” he shrugged, then added with a cheeky raised eyebrow, “or at least only when you’re trying to clean them.”

You threw the empty cardboard box at his head with a laugh.

—

A week later, the four of you were nestled in the living room. Outside, rain battered against the windows, which were almost being shaken out of their frames by the driving wind. You'd never have guessed it was June; it felt more like January. The fire was lit in the hearth, the occasional crackle of wood splitting the only other sound.

Eventually, Lockwood broke the silence. “I hate to say it, but someone's going to have to go out. We've got no tea left and barely enough food to last until tonight. We can draw straws to make it fair.”

He needn't have bothered. You and George already had your fists raised. One, two, three, paper. One, two, three, rock. Scissors. Paper. Scissors. Rock. Round and round you went, the symmetry only fuelling your competitive natures.

“This is ridiculous,” Lucy muttered. She was right, of course.

You raised your fist higher, leaning forward in an offered challenge. “Right. Arm wrestle. Loser goes.”

George leaned in, resting his elbow on the table. Lockwood and Lucy exchanged wide-eyed glances.

“Y/n…” Lucy began, but you weren't listening. Your elbow was already mirroring George's, hand in his. You weren't sure why you'd expected the easy, flexible grip of holding a rapier, but his fingers were clenched firmly around the back of your hand. Lockwood moved closer and counted you down.

Your hand hit the table almost immediately.

It felt like all the air had left the room. You stared in shock at the boy opposite, the triumphant toothy grin that crinkled his eyes, the unexpected tightness of his shirt sleeve around his arm. The similar tightness in your chest. Interesting.

Some sort of realisation hit you, and your attention shifted to Lucy. The look she was giving you was almost as satisfied as George's. Warmth flooded your cheeks. You drew in a shaky breath as you struggled to drag your eyes away from George's arm, which was still pinning yours to the table. After a moment, you felt his fingers loosen and with some reluctance pulled your hand away. The silence in the room was palpable. Lucy was still watching you in amusement. Lockwood was watching Lucy, trying to figure out why she had that “I know something you don't” look again over a simple arm wrestle. George was watching you too, his expression slowly shifting from victory to concern.

“Y/n? You okay?” he asked quietly. Your thoughts rushed back into your body, snapping your attention into the real world.

“All good,” you mumbled. “Just preparing to get drenched. If I'm not back in 20 minutes, assume I've been blown to the other end of the country.” At least that got a laugh out of Lockwood. Hurriedly, you stood and made your way to the front door. Why had you agreed to this? It was your own fault, of course, for continuing this whole competitive thing with George, but how were you to know he was that strong? A flash of bicep clouded your vision again, and you reached for the door handle before you did something regrettable.

“Hold on,” a voice came behind you. It was him. Keep it together, you told yourself.

“If you're about to volunteer to take my place, go ahead,” you forced yourself to stay casual.

George moved closer, and you swallowed a lump in your throat. “I was actually going to question why you looked like you were about to leave without a coat.” He reached to the rack over your shoulder, lifting yours from its hook.

“That might help.” You knew you were blushing again, but prayed he thought it was just from embarrassment at being so forgetful. Definitely not how close he was, how he was holding your coat in the same hand that had been holding yours moments ago.

—

By the time you made it back to the house, you were soaked to the bone and almost shivering. It seemed like the storm wasn't going to let up until at least the next day, so you'd decided to stock up on plenty of food which had seemed like a great idea until you tried to carry it all home. You'd had to stop several times on the way, ducking into doorways and bus shelters to escape the weather as you swapped hands, flexed your shoulders or relieved your fingers from where the handles of the bags had started to make dents. When you finally made it, you held the door open with one foot as you negotiated the bags in and dropped them unceremoniously on the hall floor. George emerged from the living room, alone this time; Lockwood and Lucy must have gone upstairs or down to the basement.

“You look awful.”

“Aww thanks, you're not so bad yourself,” you joked dryly. Oh god, Lucy was right, you were almost flirting. A shiver ran through you and this time you hoped it was from the cold.

For a second, you thought you saw George's eyelids flutter. “Well, I uh… I ran you a bath to warm you back up. I'll put this away.” He hauled up the bags of shopping with barely a huff, and you tried to reason that he hadn't just carried them through a storm.

The water was soothingly warm and scented with lavender salts, the smell wafting up in delicate bursts as it swirled around, relaxing all the tension in your aching muscles. As you lay peacefully, you reflected on what had happened earlier. You weren't sure you'd ever felt… You couldn't even identify what feelings you'd experienced during the arm wrestle. Shock? Embarrassment? No. It was something else, something that Lucy had noticed immediately and had been trying to get through to your oblivious self. But she was wrong, wasn't she? You said it yourself, you weren't into George, even if he did now fulfil your main criteria. Then again, so did plenty of other guys you'd met. Kipps was quite well built, definitely had muscles, but that didn't mean you'd considered dating him. He wasn't like George though - smart, funny, thoughtful George. You couldn't imagine Kipps running you a bath or making your favourite lunch, or doing any number of the things that with George felt so natural. And there were all the little things you did for him that you'd never do for anyone else. No, there were no two ways about it: you were a pair in whatever capacity that meant.

Still didn't mean you fancied him, you told yourself.

You volunteered to help George with the dishes after dinner that night. It was always nice to be able to spend time just the two of you in sync, but tonight especially you figured it was a good idea to be around him in perfectly normal circumstances. You'd chat or enjoy the companionable quiet, you'd both be at ease; nothing could possibly happen, which would give you time to prove your feelings were a fluke.

George picked up his blue rubber gloves and tossed you a tea towel. He was dressed casually, in sweatpants and an oversized T-shirt (so large that the sleeves almost met his gloves at the elbow). The radio was playing quietly in the background, giving you a welcome distraction. Whenever a song you recognised came on, you'd start humming along or singing under your breath, and George would smile at you, sometimes even joining in. Your heart leapt a bit when he did, but that was nothing, you were just happy to be sharing this moment with your friend. He stuck an arm deeper into the sink to grab something at the bottom and made a small noise. Water had splashed up onto the cuff of his sleeve. You giggled at the look of disgust he made at the wet fabric sticking to his skin. The sound died in your throat when he took off his gloves, draped them on the side of the sink and rolled his sleeves up out of the way. You were so used to him being hidden behind his giant tops, or at the very least being in longer sleeved shirts, that seeing his bicep completely exposed was a shock in more ways than one. It wasn't much wonder he'd beaten you so easily at arm wrestling with muscles like that. You wondered whether it was just his arms that were so toned, or was the rest of him the same? Was he hiding a set of abs under that T-shirt too? Were his thighs-

“You okay?” George nudged you, and you hastily looked away.

“I was just…” Come on, come on, find an excuse, your brain urged. “...thinking how this means we both got wet clothes today, if you want me to put that top in with my washing after this?” God that was lame. Not much wonder he wasn't interested in you. That wasn't the point, you reminded yourself.

“Oh,” he smiled. “That'd be great, thanks.” He leant over to put a chopping board on the draining rack, and his bicep brushed against yours. A shockwave of warmth resonated through your whole body. Oh.

“Tell you what,” you forced yourself not to stammer, “are you okay to finish up here and I'll go and grab the laundry basket?” He nodded, and you tried not to fall over your own feet as you retreated to the hallway and sucked in a breath to calm your racing heart. Oh.

—

You cursed yourself for ever starting this. No, this was Lucy's fault for pointing it out. No, still your fault.

Being around George was becoming unbearable. Not for anything he'd done, rather the things he wasn't doing. He was carrying on exactly as he always had, that inimitable blend of playful and caring, and it was driving you mad not knowing whether he meant any of it in the way you wanted him to. You couldn't say anything, of course. If you were wrong, it would mess up the whole dynamic of the group. That would hurt almost as much as any rejection. But the more things went on, the more you took notice of the little moments between you, the more your feelings grew until it felt like they would crawl out of your chest.

“What the hell were you thinking?” George snapped at Lockwood. He and Lucy had been out on a case which went badly, and now the four of you were sitting at the dining table in the early hours, George applying butterfly stitches to a cut on Lockwood's arm and you cleaning a couple of scratches on Lucy's face. The misty gloom of the night outside the window reflected the atmosphere within.

“I was thinking,” Lockwood snapped back, “that we only had to handle a couple of Type Ones, according to your notes.”

“I told you those weren't finished!”

“Well maybe next time, don't get distracted.” Was it your imagination, or had his gaze flickered to you?

“Maybe next time,” George replied darkly, “do your own research.”

“Fine.” Lockwood pushed his chair back and stalked from the room. Lucy shot you both an apologetic grimace and followed.

George began pacing round the kitchen, hands twitching angrily. You stayed at the table, knowing it was best to give him the space to say or do whatever he needed to let his feelings out. You were there if he needed you.

“Can you believe him?” It was rhetorical, you'd heard him say it enough to know, so you waited for him to continue. “We end up in this situation almost every week, because he's too reckless to wait! I know he'd rather be in the action, but he'd be able to do all that more if he'd let me give him the right information first.”

You gently waded in, trying to be reassuring. “We all know how useful your research is; he just gets overeager, especially when Lucy's involved.”

“I know you know how important it is,” his words sent butterflies through you, “but Lockwood just…” He gave a frustrated huff. “Maybe I should make him do all the legwork for a change.” You tried very hard not to think about whether George's legs were as muscular as his arms.

“I'll support whatever you decide, but for what it's worth I think you should just talk to him.”

He sighed heavily, placing his hands flat on the table and allowing his head to drop. “You're right. Thanks, y/n.” The sincerity in his voice caught you off guard, as did his deep brown eyes as he raised his head to look at you. You were already distracted by the tension which lingered in his shoulders, the rigidity of his arms as they supported his weight, the way he had leaned into the pose so much that now when he looked up his face was so close it almost filled your vision. You swallowed nervously.

“Any time. I- I have to go.” You stumbled up from your chair, ignoring George's confused stare and sounds of protest as you practically bolted from the room.

—

You lay on your bed in the attic, tears slowly soaking into the pillow you'd buried your face in. This was the end; it had to be. You couldn't carry on working for the agency like this. If George had shown any interest it would be okay - Lockwood and Lucy managed to balance being a couple who worked and lived together, there was no reason you two couldn't do the same, but it could never work being so one-sided. You'd just keep being weird, struggling to hold your nerve around the boy until it would start bleeding into cases and Lockwood would have no choice but to fire you for everyone's safety, if you hadn't already got one of you hurt by then. Not to mention the emotional hurt. It would happen either way, but at least if you walked away now you could control it.

“Y/n?” Lucy's voice came tentatively from the bottom of the steps. “George said you ran off, is everything okay?”

You flipped onto your back, drawing in shuddering breaths to recover from almost suffocating in the pillow. “You were right, Luce.” There was movement on the steps, but you kept your eyes on the ceiling. You couldn't bear to look at anyone right now. “I tried so hard to make sure neither of us got hurt, but George doesn't love me back and now I feel like even if I stay I'm going to lose him.”

The silence that followed dragged on longer than you could bear. Why wasn't she saying anything? You forced yourself to sit up.

George stood at the entrance to your room, eyes wide and lips parted.

You scrambled to your feet. “Shit! I mean, hi, um… how long have you been there?”

George continued to stare.

“I'm so sorry,” the words were rushing out of you now, “I just panicked but I don't want to make things weird so can we just pretend-”

“What do you mean, ‘doesn't love me back'?” he interrupted quietly.

You froze. There was no mistaking it: he'd heard you basically say you loved him and now there he was looking like the mere concept was so unbelievable, like the option hadn't even crossed his mind. Why would it? Time stretched on as you fought the urge to run again, as far as the ever-widening space between you would allow. Neither of you had moved, but you could feel the room expanding around you to make room for the bottomless pit you wanted to crawl into. “I…” you drew in a slow, deep breath, “I was fine just being friends but Lucy got in my head about you being exactly my type and now I think I'm actually flirting while you're still just pretending and I'm sorry…” Tears were pricking at the corners of your eyes and you hurriedly looked away, hoping he wouldn't see.

George stepped closer, and you shrunk even further into yourself. Your heart skipped a beat when he gently tilted your chin up to meet his surprisingly soft gaze. “I meant, why do you think I don't love you back?”

You faltered. Was he saying what you thought he was? “Well, I mean, I thought I'd made things super obvious and awkward but you didn't change so I thought you weren't interested.”

George's hand was still on your chin and his thumb rubbed soothingly across your cheek, wiping away the single tear that had spilled. “I thought you weren't interested! You normally go for those muscly gym guys so I figured I'd take whatever I could get with the arm wrestles and stuff, but then you started avoiding me so I thought you were done with it.”

A small laugh escaped you, and he looked at you in confusion. “Have you seen yourself?” Hesitantly, you raised a hand to his bicep, marvelling at finally being able to feel the muscle instead of just staring at it, and more amazed at the way the boy responded to your touch, drifting closer until you were barely inches apart.

“So then why did you run?” His voice was whisper soft against your face, eyes gazing down at you with an overwhelming blend of sincerity, bewilderment and something like longing. His cheeks were tinted as pink as you knew yours were.

“Got flustered.”

“Flustered? You? I don't believe you.” A smile tugged at the edge of his lips, the playfulness you were used to creeping back into his voice. It was such a relief to feel the tension dissipating from the room, to have your George back, that you buried your head in his shoulder with a giggle. He laughed too, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Oh, I see, you really want to do this? Okay, let's see ‘flustered y/n’ at their best.”

You yelped in surprise as his other arm hooked under your legs and swept you off your feet, your arms flying up round his neck for support. His arm was tense across your back but he looked the most relaxed he'd been since he walked in, and he shifted you closer to press a quick kiss to your lips before setting you down on the bed and sitting beside you.

“Lucy's going to be very smug about this, you know,” he nudged you.

“I know,” you whined, burying your face in your hands. “Rock paper scissors for who has to tell her.” George laughed again and placed his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer as you leant into the embrace.

“Is this just a ploy to get more hugs?”

“Is it working?”

In response, he brought his other arm around your waist and kissed your forehead. You smiled, leaning up to kiss him properly, and he reciprocated eagerly.

—

Lucy had left George alone on the steps to your room once you started your confession, giving you both a bit of privacy, and decided when he didn't come back downstairs immediately that things had either gone very badly or very well. She believed, and hoped, that it was the latter. Her suspicions were confirmed when she came to tell you she'd made breakfast and found you fast asleep, wrapped in George's arms.

[centralperkchenford]

I think the episode is 2x17 where they all give blood and this time Lucy can't because she's pregnant but obviously didn't know. The doctor tells everybody thinking they all knew 💕💕

I went to check to make sure and it’s 2x16. I hope you enjoy!! 💖

I think the episode is 2x17 where they all give blood and this time Lucy can't because she's pregnant but obviously didn't know. The doctor tells everybody thinking they all knew 💕💕

I wanna have your babies

Lucy settles into the chair next to Tim who is already hooked up and ready to give blood. She shakes her head in amusement and then turns to the nurse who is preparing to get her set up. She had been asking her the normal questions so that she had the green light to give blood. She knows the criteria to be able to give blood and not give blood and usually she makes sure she is in tip top shape.

But today… she feels a little off like she’s coming down with something. The nurse must notice because studies Lucy for a second.

“Officer Chen.” She says pausing what she is doing. “Is there any chance you could be pregnant?” Lucy’s mouth falls open a little because she really wasn’t expecting that.

Tim’s head shoots up and he looks over at her. “Um.. well.” She says. She shoots Tim a look, and then looks at the nurse. “I don’t know.” She knows these are routine questions and she can’t give blood if she’s pregnant but she can’t be pregnant…

“Are you sexually active?” She asks. She hears Angela snort on the other side of the room and she wants to sink into the chair and never come back up.

“Um.. yes.” She admits. She feels Tim’s eyes on her and she swallows. It’s not like they don’t use protection but it’s just sometimes she can’t help it. Tim was so damn sexy and he did things to her when he just touched her. And thing usually got pretty heated, so they just kind of forgot about all that.

“When was the date of your last period?” The nurse asks. Lucy really wishes she would stop with the twenty questions. She glances at Tim, whose eyes are wide. She does the math in her head and stomach falls a little.

She hadn’t had her period for two months.

“Shit.” She says out loud and she feels more eyes on her. This really wasn’t how she wanted everyone to know she was pregnant.

She chances a look at the others in the room and they are all hooked up the blood slowly leaving their bodies. She squirms uncomfortably wishing that she could do it.

“Luce?” Tim questions. She turns to him and bites her lip and then back to the nurse.

“It’s been awhile.” She admits quietly.

The nurse nods in understanding. “We will take your blood and run a test.” She says so only Lucy could hear. “It shouldn’t take long.”

Lucy nods and the nurse leaves and comes back a few minutes later, she turns her back to everyone protecting Lucy from everyone’s eyes including Tim’s. She knows it’s probably killing him for him not to be able to see her.

“I will be right back.” The nurse tells her and she walks off again. Lucy turns to Tim who now looks pale but she’s not sure if that’s from the blood being taken from him or the fact that she’s probably pregnant.

“Tim.” She says reaching over to squeeze his hand and she’s aware of everyone’s eyes on them. “It’s okay.” Although she’s not sure if she’s trying to convince him or herself . She came here to donate blood she never expected this to happen.

“Are you pregnant?” He asks quietly. She swallows and shrugs her shoulders. She doesn’t feel panicked or scared at the thought of being pregnant, she wants to have kids with Tim. She just didn’t think it would happen this quickly.

She looks around the room and sees Angela, Nyla and Aaron all looking away as if they weren’t just staring at them. She rolls her eyes and looks back at Tim who still looks pale and like he’s trying to figure something out in his head.

A doctor comes into the room with the nurse trailing behind him. “Congratulations Officer Chen.” He says loudly and Lucy winces a little. “You are pregnant.”

There’s silence in the room and then everyone starts talking at once, and she knows that she will have to deal with Grey and everyone else later.

Lucy looks over at Tim who looks like he’s about to pass out. The nurse must notice too because she grabs an apple house and presses it into Tim’s hands. He opens it and drinks it and Lucy watches him.

“You good?” She asks. He nods and then he reaches for her hand. He laces his fingers with hers and there’s a slight shakiness to his voice.

“You are pregnant?” He asks and it’s shaky but there’s absolute awe in it. She knows he has wanted this for a long time.

“Apparently so.” She says. He laughs softly and turns in the chair as much as he can

“We are having a baby?” He asks. Lucy licks her lips once and then looks at Tim, she has known for awhile now that Tim is it for her. He’s the only man she wants to be with. And have babies with.

“Yeah we are.” She says and Tim grins and she so wishes she could kiss him right now. But she can’t so instead she squeezes his hand tightly and he squeezes it back.

They were having a baby!

It was scary and unexpected but Lucy also knows it’s probably going to be the best thing to happen to them. And she couldn’t wait for this new adventure with Tim to begin.

[casarecci]

Skull appreciation post (jumbled thoughts bc I just binged listening to the audiobook version of Jonathan Stroud's Lockwood & Co. series)

I love how powerful Skull is. But first, some parallels (and differences) between the Luce&Skull and the Marissa&Ezekiel duos.

Marissa found Ezekiel when she was young. She adores him. But she also fears him. Tbh it kinda seems like he took advantage of her. They bonded. Maybe Marissa was always curious about what was beyond life, but Ezekiel's been hanging around her since she was a young child, and all the research she did? All the actions that led to the Problem? She did all that under Ezekiel's advice and guidance.

And yes, Ezekiel's a Type 3, and sure he's got a golden aura, and oh he's so special, but at the end of the day, it's all just appearance.

Yes, he's powerful, fine, he's smart too, but when compared to the Skull n Lucy combo, he's an insecure Type 3 ghost who was honestly kinda creepy and predatory and took advantage/really tapped into/maybe even developed Marissa's curiosity about the other side. He throws his weight around about being dead and knowing what to do to escape death, clearly calls the shots in his relationship with Marissa, and has developed a god complex of sorts in thinking that because he knows how to blur the boundary between the living and the dead, he's the strongest thing around.

Well, thank goodness there's Skull to prove him wrong.

I LOVE the Skull-Lucy relationship. My favorite part (which is very important) is that Lucy didn't free Skull because she needed him, she freed him because she wanted to. She made her decision after Lockwood had come and helped get things in hand. Even though she was confident things were in hand and didn't know just how instrumental Skull would be in staying alive, she freed him without any condition imposed on him.

She didn't free him so long as he helped her.

She didn't free him so long as he didn't kill her or any of her friends.

She didn't free him out of a tenuous trust that he'd be on her side.

Lucy freed Skull (I think) because something that had been dawning on her this whole time really clicked into place: considering the origins of agents, dealing with ghosts, capturing their sources, and just in general interfering with the existence of the dead (thank you, Big M, for all that), combined with the fact that she got a taste of Skull's existence what with being trapped in the other world (as Skull pointed out), Lucy's sense of empathy took over and she did what she thought was right. She let Skull go because he's got an existence of his own, too.

He's not an abstract idea or apparition, no, he's Skull, a thin, sardonic looking youth with spiky hair. He's someone who in life was awful, but spent so much time in death that he forgot who he was, despite being so stubborn about clinging to life, coming back as a ghost, and NOT crossing over fully to the other *dead* dead place.

He's got personality and endless ideas about murder. He kept Lucy company for the four months she was apart from Lockwood. He became her friend. He helped her in scrapes. He guided her back to life the first time she crossed over.

Maybe the difference in the Marissa&Ezekiel and Lucy&Skull is circumstance: Marissa met Ezekiel out in the wild. It ways in TEG at one point that there's an aspect of fear in their dynamic. His source list contained, unlike Skull. Ezekiel can cause so much more harm to Marissa than Skull could when contained in the jar to Lucy throughout the time they spent together needed to develop a relationship.

But that's not the main thing. Marissa depends on Ezekiel. Lucy is fond of Skull, but depends? No.

Marissa is basically in love with Ezekiel. Lucy? She's got Lockwood. She doesn't need Skull on that front.

Marissa is literally obsessed with golden ghost boy. Lucy sees the wider picture. She likes Skull, but he's not the end all be all.

But going back to appearances, well that's kinda what it's all about, isn't it? Marissa cares deeply about her image. And so too does Ezekiel. Why doesn't she keep Skull? He's rude. Ezekiel thinks him a criminal. Neither can see past his exterior, thus completely missing out on just how powerful he is.

And then there's Skull.

For all that Skull jokes about killing George and (honestly kinda understandably) dislikes him, he sees him for what he is - an effective researcher who doesn't judge anyone for how they look or behave.

Skull sees people for who they are. He sees right through Marissa's disguise as Penelope (side note, it is SO messed up that Marissa offed both her daughter and her granddaughter to keep on living, like his awful is that). He's perceptive. He knows about Locklyle even before they do.

But back to Skull's strength, which was the impetus of this long ramble. He gets out of his jar basically in disbelief. Because this is Lucy, the wretched girl who doesn't keep her promises to him to speak about his freedom, this awful living person who's left him behind time and time again.

But for every mistake she's made, she's also tried her best to right it. Every time she left Skull somewhere, she went back for him. He even got a heartfelt apology from her when she left him behind and Rupert got his hands on Skull.

This is the girl who looked past his rudeness. Who wasn't someone under the honeyed thumb of a different ghost. Who gave him a chance and let him out not because she needed him or hoped he'd be on her side. This is the girl who ket him out knowing full well Skull would do as he pleased and made her peace with it.

Because unlike Marissa and Ezekiel who are inextricably tied together and dependent on each other, Lucy is Lucy and Skull is Skull.

And when he does come to Lucy's aid, well, he's barely even exerting himself. I love him so much.

There.

[dreaming-hibi]

Let's thank @ilx-8s for this one theory

Let me summarize it for those of us who don't read the replies in posts: "Freed from the curse Yuni would outlive everyone"

And like, yeah, absolutely true!

In my case, I'll admit that I totally forgot to do that math, because if the rest of the Arcobaleno got freed from their baby curse, then Yuni obviously got rid of her short-lifespan curse! How does someone forget something like that?

Anyway, considering Yuni's ancestor is Sepira, who was the same species as Kawahira, then certainly she could have a long lifespan now (and outlive everyone).

But! I definitely think she won't.

I mean, I love angst as much as the next person, but (un)fortunately I don't think Yuni is heading in that direction.

Let's recap what we know of Sepira:

Sepira is the same specie as Kawahira/Checker Face, a True Earthling as opposed to New Earthling (humans)

From what we understand, Sepira was at least more proactive than Kawahira at trying to find a solution to the Tri-ni-sette as well as the burden it had on the Arcobaleno

Sepira was the one who decided to give the Vongola Rings to Giotto (and its hinted that this happened BEFORE the establishment of the Vongola Famiglia, so while he was still leader of his vigilante group) and keep the Mare Rings in her newly formed famiglia, the Giglio Nero

Sepira could see the future

She was Giglio Nero Prima

Let's recap what we don't know about her:

How she died

If she was an Arcobaleno

While this inscription on a wall with Sepira's birthmark on it might suggest otherwise, it's unlikely that Sepira was a Sky Arcobaleno at any point in time. If she had been then Luce, her descendant, would have already been in possession of the Sky pacifier on the Fated Day.

So Sepira wasn't an Arcobaleno (someone, please, go tell the KHR wikia to change that). Then how did she die? Kawahira and Sepira are the same species, but he's alive and she's not, so what is the difference between them? How did she die in a way that wasn't considered unnatural enough for Kawahira to remark on it?

Well, I think the answer is in their way of living!

Sepira decided to live among and like a human, while Kawahira decided to live like the cryptid he is. So it makes sense that Sepira's lifespan adapted to that of a normal human being (and why Kawahira talks like she's died in a natural way, because she has!). And it would make even more sense that her descendants would be even more human if she procreated with a human. Unless they self-reproduce which explains the absence of both Aria's and Yuni's father and why Gamma had no idea Aria had a kid.

Sorry, angst, but I don't think Yuni will be going down the path of "I have a longer lifespan than all the people I know so I will watch them die one day".

[wordsarelife]

DAY 2: DRIVING HOME FOR CHRISTMAS

pairing: anthony lockwood x fem!reader

summary: in which you come home for christmas surprisingly and lockwood can proof that his girlfriend is real

notes: this came to me suddenly, because i had to switch some things, don't worry: the regulus one will come, but paired with a similiar request, which i had forgot to connect to each other.

second note: i'm sorry this is so short, but i just had to find something to fill day 2, because of the before mentioned mishap, it's not my best work, but i hope it'll do

there had been times where anthony lockwood had wished upon good friends that could tease him and would keep him company. now he almost wished to burn kipps and george alive.

"so you want us to believe that you 'girlfriend'" kipps raised his fingers, drawing quotation marks into the air "couldn't make it home for christmas"

"that's what i said, yeah" lockwood rolled his eyes

"convenient" george whispered between coughs

"i have a girlfriend" lockwood said aggravated

"sure, buddy" kipps patted his shoulder, almost like he had sympathy for the younger boy

"i do" lockwood repeated more urgently "i literally just got off the phone with her, while you were all sitting here"

"why don't you just call her then?" lucy suggested and she seemed to be the one who was mostly believing right now, so lockwood nodded

"great idea, thank you, luce" he grabbed the telephone from the holder, rolling the numbers quickly. the group waited for someone to pick up, but the call didn't even get through. "oh"

"there was a point about five minutes ago, where admitting you had made her up would've been fine. and now" george paused "now it's just embarrassing, mate"

"i didn't make her up" lockwood protested once again, while kipps' giggle flew through the air. even lucy looked uncomfortable now

"ehh" she said "don't you have photos?"

"she has our photos on her camera"

"convenient" george and kipps sung at the same time.

before lockwood could cry out of sheer frustration, he heard a key turn in the door.

"hello?" a voice called into the hallway "anthony?"

lockwood's eyes lit up at the familiar voice. "huh" he said "you don't believe me? come and see this" he instructed his friends to follow him to the door.

and there were you, already waiting

"y/n" lockwood said smiling "i thought you couldn't make it"

"i wanted to surprise you" you smiled proudly, but you happiness quickly turned into confusion at the unfamiliar and watchful faces behind your boyfriend

"i'm so happy you're here, and" lockwood took a quick look at his friends "just ignore them"

you nodded. lockwood smiled even wider, before he planted a short kiss on your mouth.

kipps and george choked on their breath at the exact same second.

"meet my girlfriend, guys" lockwood smiled and pointed at you

"wow" said lucy giggling "she seems to be real. do you need further confirmation or can we eat the cookies now?" she looked at kipps and george, who still stood in place. "okay" lucy muttered. then she grabbed you gently and walked you around the boys while interlacing your arms. "i'm lucy, you must be y/n"

the three boys watched them walk off into the kitchen. lockwood laughed at the dumbfounded expression of his friends, before he followed you.

"what an unexpected turn of events" george mumbled

kipps nodded "quite unexpected indeed"

taglist: @twistedhistory @bakingintheshire @mqstermindswift @novelizt @mitskiswift99@starzortega

[sandy-the-glader]

George x reader. Enemies to lover. Whatever situation you want to write, it's totally your choice. I just want to laugh. That's it.

I Like Your Lips Better When They're Not Talking

Character: Georgie Karim x Gn!Reader

Type: Guys I don't even know

Length: 1.3k words

Summary: You and George have been at a constant war of who's the better researcher. One ups, sabotaging, etc... After a disastrous trip George lets something go even you couldn't read

Trope: Enemies to lovers

A/n: Ignore how I forgot about my requests until like a few days ago and I've been a writing machine. So yeah 💀

"You're joking." I scoffed and crossed my arms.

"You two need to get along and besides I already told our client you and George would be there." I let out a long and dramatic groan.

"Lockwood, I swear you don't pay me enough to be around him." He scoffed, wandering to the fridge for another cold beer. I'm gonna need 5 of those if I want to get through this case semi-happy.

"I pay you both just as well as you work." I heard bottles clink together as he shuffled around.

“At least get me to work with Lucy! Or even you I mean come on Lockwood we can pretend you’re George.” Lockwood scoffed and opened the beer and tossed the opener back in the fridge.

“You know that house will end up worse than the time you and Luce ended up burning down that other house in Sheean Road? You're asking for something that's ultimately going to fail.” A hand went through my hair.

What was Lockwood thinking? Usually when all four of us went on missions me and him were split up because we couldn’t work together in the slightest. He always made sure to show off his touch in front of me which he knew very well I was weaker in. Much like Lucy I was more of a listener which I think is way cooler than touch.

George had coincidentally walked into the kitchen and glared at me. I rolled my eyes and turned my attention back to Lockwood.

“Come on. This is one case.“ He pleaded. Yeah, one too many.

“What case?” George budded in. I mentally groaned. Lockwood locked over to the kitchen table.

"You two are going to this address." He tapped part of the thinking cloth which had a house and a time.

"What day are we going?" I sighed.

"Tonight." Lockwood winced because he knew I'd explode.

"Tonight? Lockwood, I had plans tonight. Why didn't you tell me ahead of time?" George rolled his eyes.

"Why are you never prepared?" He complained.

"Why don't you have other friends?" I argued.

"Okay, guys, let's calm down." Lockwood tried to settle the dispute. "Look just realize your romantic feelings for each other and get the job done." He teased.

"WOAH!" Me and George burst out at the same time.

"This is absolutely NOT what this is about." George flailed his arms around.

"Are you on something Lockwood because this" I motioned between me and the stupid boy with glasses. "is not happening." For once in his life he agreed.

"Exactly." Lockwood scoffed at both of us.

"Yeah sure whatever you guys say." He raised his eyebrows. "Remember. Tonight." He spoke before exiting the room. I looked back at George and I narrowed my eyes.

"Ugh gross." I winced before exiting the room. I only wish that's how I actually felt.

-

“Oh come on how was that my fault!? You didn’t bring enough salt bombs!” I grumbled at the stubborn boy. We barged back into 35 Portland Row. Home finally. The night was so long I never thought it would end. George slammed the door basically shaking the house.

“Don’t give me that! How was I supposed to know that we needed more? I barely knew what we were dealing with. I didn’t know they were gonna be wraiths other than phantasms!” He rolled his eyes throwing his rapier into its place by the front. I tossed my jacket onto the hanger. And tossed my rapier into the same spot.

We got attacked by a lot more than we thought we had coming. It really wasn’t his fault but I was just so upset with him. He’s been so Unbearable lately. I don’t know why he was so frustrating to work with.

The client we had said there was one ghoul they knew of and that was a phantasm then there were 2 wraiths…

"Also, you were too busy feeling the walls and easily got distracted." I shouted.

"I was trying to know what we were dealing with. I didn't give you shit about you using your listening."

"Well, I'm sorry listening is more helpful than touch."

“I specifically told you to get more. I thought you were smarter than that.” I rolled my eyes. It was pretty early into the morning and we didn’t care we were being loud. Lucy and Lockwood have learned to live with our constant bickering.

“Well, you were in charge in chains!” He threw his hands up. “My first mistake.” I rolled my eyes.

“This whole trip was a mistake.” I sighed deeply. I stormed off to the kitchen. I rummaged through the kitchen and found a beer I knew I was going to want earlier.

I sat down at the table and started to scribble doodles of George getting attacked by a wraith on the thinking cloth just to aggravate him more. It was fair because he’s drawn many of me. More than He’s drawn off Lockwood. George stormed in because he obviously wasn’t ready to end our disagreement. His eyes scanned me. Brows furrowed and I focused on the stupid doodle.

“What are you doing?" He referred to my drawing.

“What does it look like? Piss off. You really don't need the last word.” I spat. I usually tried to ignore him but I’d really had enough of his pissy personality and damn attitude.

“Asshole!” He blurted. I stood up.

"Jesus for someone so ‘smart' you’re so ignorant!” I dropped the pen back on the table. He stood with his arms crossed. And his face was red. I mean red. He was absolutely fuming.

“At least I’m smarter than you’ve ever been. You don’t think before you do things.” His jaw tensed. My eyebrows furrowed. I laughed shocked. “Oh, you think this is funny? You know you have such a horrible attitude.”

Then we were close. I don’t know who stepped forward or if we both did but we were so close. So close.

“Then fix it for me.” I grumbled.

My lip quivered out of anger. He took notice of it because he was staring at my lips.

Then It just happened. Our lips were together. I don’t know who went for it but I wasn’t complaining. All the anger washed away immediately. My hands immediately tangled into his dark curls. I pulled myself away.

"Okay. Um whoah." I blinked a few times trying to determine if that actually happened. Did we just kiss? Me and George Karim out of all people? Holy shit.

"Yeah, I don't know where that came from. I'm sorry." I'm pretty sure that was the first time I heard him say this without sass and sarcasm. "I-I didn't mean to kiss you. W-well I did but-" He stammered.

"Just kiss me again." I rolled my eyes and kissed him again. He melted into the kiss and let out a small groan as he was taken aback by the kiss. He slowly pulled away looking confused and shocked that I kissed him again.

"I thought you hated me why did you.. kiss me!?" His eyes were wide beneath his thick frames.

"Oh my god, I could ask you the same thing! But George, I don't hate you. I hate how smart you are! You always have good idea's and I just wanted to be better." I smiled sheepishly.

"You've interested me the day you got to Portland Row." He confessed. "And um... I am pretty smart aren't I?" He teased. I playfully smacked his arm.

"Oh shut up I like your lips better when they aren't talking." I teased back. He smiled ear to ear and his cheeks were flushed. Then we heard Lockwood shout from upstairs.

-

Lockwood had wandered downstairs to try and stop the yelling and bickering so early in the morning. We didn't have a case for the rest of the day and he wanted to sleep in. Lockwood inched closer to the kitchen door and he was almost scared they had killed each other from the quiet environment.

The door was slightly ajar and he saw them smiling at each other then they kissed. Lockwood's eyebrows rose. He almost thought this was a dream. He quickly rushed upstairs with loud footsteps.

"Lucy, you owe me 15 pounds!" He yelled extremely loud with a grin on his face.

[archiveoftara]

Dilemma

Part 2

Warning ⚠️ mild language

"God it's annoying."

You give a hard swing on poor Esmeralda.

"Girl, you okay?" Lucy asked.

"No, I'm not." You run your hands through your hair in frustration as you watch the lifeless sack of hay rolling on the floor. "It's been over 6 months and I can't figure him out." You confess to your best friend.

It's been quite sometime since you found yourself crushing over your clumsy hotshot boss.

"Maybe...he's shy?" Lucy tried to calm you. She hands you a bottle of water hoping it will wash down your anger.

"Shy? No Luce, you don't understand. I get weird signals from him. One minute he's the softest person in the world and the next he be getting onto my nerves."

"Why don't we just take a break? Lie down for a while?" Lucy sighed.

You groan but listen to her anyway. You slowly make your way to the kitchen when you find the cause of your frustration.

"I got snacks." Meet Anthony Lockwood, charming, reckless and the hot shot boss who's giving you mixed feelings.

You all grab a piece of donut when Lockwood takes it away. You raise your eyebrow at him.

"I can't believe I forgot! This has almonds and you're allergic." He frowns. "Here. I got you this."

He hands you a plate of your favourite pie and freshly brewed coffee.

You gasp "Lockwood you didn't have to.."

"Of course I do. Taking care of my employees is my ultimate responsibility, and it's something I take great pleasure in."

You gave him a weak smile and turned to Lucy.

"This is what I was talking about" you mouth to Lucy.

Ever since you stepped into Portland Row you've witnessed Lockwood's roof touching chivalry.

Example 1 : He always gets the door for you but he also gets the door for senior citizens too. So, he's just kind.

Example 2 : One time he brought you a beautiful scarf for Christmas but he also got everyone gifts so it doesn't matter much. Also he stated "It was on sale."

Example 3:  He took a bullet for you but he would do the same for others too as he loves being reckless.

He never mention his feelings but listens to your endless rants no matter how late it gets or how tired he is. He always offers his shoulder to you when you need a good cry.

It's annoying.

It's annoying to the point, sometimes you feel like a fool.

"It's unbearable. What should I do Luce?" You whine.

.........................................................................

"WHY DOESN'T SHE UNDERSTAND?"

George flinches as he see his best friend pacing the room.

Anthony Lockwood never lost his cool. He thought he was the best when it comes to handling his feelings but a certain girl was proving him wrong.

George takes a sip of his tea which turned cold, thanks to Lockwood's shenanigans.

"Why don't you confess to her?" He shrugs.

"That's ridiculous. I'm a total mess around her. My brain turns to a mush and I can't seem to form a coherent sentence."

"You're just being dramatic."

"I'm not. Remember last Christmas when I got her that scarf she'd been eyeing in the shop? I surprised her with it. And guess what I said?" He sighed. 'It was on sale.' Who says that to their crush?"

"Yeah, you are kind of hopeless when it comes to girls."

"When she looks at me with those big eyes, I completely lose my composure and turn into a puddle of jelly."

"What should I do George? I'm in a dilemma."

Next morning

"Lucy, we have to do something about those two idiots. I'm so tired of their nonsense."

"You're right George. I'm exhausted. Y/n's nonstop talking is driving me mad."

After a moment of silence George smirk "I think I got an idea."

............................................................................

"Are you sure this will work?" Lockwood ask as he fix his neck tie.

"It will if you don't fuck up."

George and Lucy arranged a romantic date in a fancy restaurant for their stupid lovesick friends. 

Anthony felt his hands sweating. He wasn't even this nervous when he fought his first visitor.

"I'm so nervous. What if she rejects me? Not like anyone can reject me as I'm extremely charming but we should keep all the possibilities in mind just-"

"Listen here, Lockwood," George pressed his forehead against his friend's, their gazes locked. "As your best mate for over a decade, I can assure you anyone would be lucky to have you in their life. You might be a total prick, but you're a true friend. I hate to admit it, but I'm glad you're my best friend."

"Are you guys done with your bromance?"

George rolls his eyes in response. "Is she ready?"

"Yes. She's almost done." Lucy chirped.

"Great. We'll stay close by. Don't fuck it up," George warned, his tone serious. With a gentle nudge, he added, "Go get your girl."

Hello friends, I know it's been ages since I wrote something. I have so many things to share. I'll share little by little each time I write. Thank you so much for reading this chapter. I hope you enjoyed it. I'll post the second part real soon. Love you xoxo

Word count: 878

[bella-rose29]

episode 5 commentary - Death Is Coming

the usual warnings of swearing and lack of context, as well as a lot of comments on hands and arms and obviously spoilers for both the series and the books

girl has stare down with a skull in a jar

omg it's been so long since I watched and I forgot how pretty lockwood is

OMG HE ASKS IF SHE WANTS JUICE

WHAT IF THE JUICE IS ORANGE AND HAS BITS IN

lolllll George is shipping already and the episode only just started

Georgie needs more sleep

lockwood takes the Mum Stance

I always think that the DEPRAC van is a lego van bc it's yellow

ohhh you can really see how big the coat is on lockwood :(((

ooo nice detail with the lavender pin that he has

'wILL yOu cAN iT pAm'

hands

ugh Lockwood's so pretty

Georgie noo

'bobby Vernon will have been at it since dawn'

'alarming how quickly you got into character' (code for: I am completely in love with you')

careful Georgie that's a lot of blood

ew dead body

'I know him' YOU CAN SEE HOW UPSET HE IS BUT HE'S GONNA HIDE IT BC HE FEELS THE NEED TO BE STRONG ALL THE TIME

I JUST WANNA GIVE HIM A HUG

CAMERON CHAPMAN THE MAN YOU ARE HOW DO YOU DO THE MICRO EXPRESSIONS SO WELL

ohhh lockwood is trying so hard to not be upset and it breaks my heart :((( poor boy

✨swagger✨

I want an epic breakfast

'I hardly knew him' BOY DON'T-

wow she's a bitch let my boy do research

get away from Georgie you bitch

eeeeeee

'when am I not nice' Luce I hate to break it to you

Lucy that is very clearly a ghost and not a real baby

silly goose behaviour

'I did' QUEEN

'who's the latest slapper?' ICONIC

'oh wow, a female serial killer? aspirational, why don't you stick it on a t-shirt'

I love lockwood bc he makes sure the remains go to a good home AND Flo gets her money

ohhhh I just had a Thought! what if one of the reasons they made Joplin a woman was to draw parallels between her and Mary dulac??? one of the headlines on the papers is 'mystery madwoman: Bickerstaff connection?' so maybe they wanted to repeat the past but this time make the crazy one go too far and die? idk if that even makes sense but oh well

Georgie noooo

no leave him alone

let him go clean the oven and I'll be there to make him a tea

WIFE BEHAVIOUR

he can't even slice toast without being Extra

JONATHAN BESTIEEEEE

'a suicide note' Lucy honey have you noticed that your bf has a tendency for suicidal things

I really wish the bisto was in the background bc that would be hilarious

'I thought you'd be dead by now' NO LETS TAKE A MOMENT TO TALK ABOUT THIS

BECAUSE HE GOES FROM QUIRKING A LIL SMILE, TO LOOKING DOWN AND THE SMILE DISAPPEARING, TO INHALING AND SMILING EVEN WIDER BECAUSE HE KNOWS LUCY IS WATCHING HIM

give that boy some therapy for free

aw two nerds talking about mythology (I wish I was the other one)

also can we talk about the STAGING OF THIS SCENE??? BECAUSE JOPLIN HAS A MIRROR OVER HER LEFT SHOULDER AND GEORGE HAS ONE OVER HIS RIGHT

also George has the city lights behind him and Joplin just has the beige walls and I love that for some reason, maybe to show that George's life is bright and he's got life left in him whereas Joplin can only gain brightness from George bc she needs him for the mirror? idk if I'm explaining that right but oh well! also Joplin's mirror reflects the light behind George which is funky

just you wait for my next analysis of the show which is almost certainly gonna be on the use of mirrors lol

THE STAGING AGAIN

FILMING THEM IN THE MIRRORS

I LOVE THIS GHOST SHOW

'how did you meet Flo?' 'can't remember. ages ago' LOL HE'S HIDING THE FACT HE GOT HIS ASS BEATEN

ohhh the green lighting

'I'm not worried. are you?' well not when you say it like that

while I do love this show I am very sad we didn't see more of lockwood using disguises

of course he knows how to pick locks

I don't like it either Lucy dw

I love how jarringly innocent the stuffed bear is compared to the fact that they're in the warehouse of a family with a significantly traumatised boy

lockwood and kids <3

sack of potatoes

I cannot stop thinking about the fact that she must be dragging the Actual Cameron Chapman out by his feet

Georgie noooooo

idk why he's looking around bc he doesn't have his glasses on so he can't see shit

I shouldn't feel the way I do about lockwood regaining consciousness but the expressions- I just- hmm

'I'm a burglar, you should call the police' honey not one of your better lies

no bc why when I first watched this did I think that winkman was the same actor as Pekka Rollins

winkman: 'shall I draw some pretty pictures on your pretty little face'

lockwood: 'omg you think I'm pretty?? 🤭🥰'

ohhh I'm getting inspiration for a fic I started planning 👀

I can't imagine having to pretend you're being electrocuted like how do you know how to act that

I feel like something can be said about Leopold wearing red and mrs winkman (I forgot her first name WAIT ADELAIDE) also wearing red but idk what

omg hedgehogwood

winkman is actually so funny *points at lockwood* *puts hand over heart* 'ohhh' he's literally us

aw lockwood pls don't say that she's got more to live for than you :(((

omg Lucy tells Leopold to get out the way <333 she'll regret that :D

this couple loves setting fires

Georgie seriously how are you without your glasses rn

green light green light green light

funny looking bird you got there george

'total psychos' dude-

'I prefer to call it a noble sacrifice' NO I COULD WRITE AN ESSAY ABOUT IT

greeeeeeen lightssssss

'what is going on with you' Cameron Chapman Acts his Fucking Face Off

omg lockwood saw the knife and then looked out the door to see what was there

that's such an awful angle to be lying down

omg poor lockwood

the way he's sat in that final frame breaks my heart bc he's literally just had someone else die in his home :(((

wow what a depressing note to end on

[gay-dorito-dust]

mind making a lucy carlyle fic?? maybe like after the scene of annabel ward in her room ,, y/n sleeps with her so they would make sure that shes safe and the next morning lockwood would barge into the room seeing the two cuddling with lucy's head in readers chest and all that. thank you and i absolutely love your writing!!!!! :D

Finally! My first Lucy Carlyle request! Fuck yeah! 🦦

“I don’t feel right.” You told George and Lockwood when you three trudged down the stairs from Lucy’s room, your tired and aching body somehow becoming even more tired and aching from recent events. “Why? We’ve concealed the source and kept Annabelle away from doing us in. So what could you possible feel off about?” George asked, “you’re not ghost-locked are you?” He added and you made a indignant noise, “no I’m not, it’s just,” you looked back towards Lucy’s room with a furrow in your brow and a growing unease in your stomach, “I’m worried about Luce.” You looked back towards the boys who were already looking back at you. “Can’t I just stay with her for the night? Just to make sure she’s okay and all that.”

George and Lockwood knew this was coming, they knew it the moment you briskly took Lucy under your wing upon meeting her after they told you about the new assistant. Originally the were worried about how you’d react, considering how fond you were of Robin before he unfortunately passed on, but luckily for them you were more then ready to move on and accept the newest member of your team. You loved George and Lockwood with all your heart but conversation gets a bit stale when you’ve been you’ve been talking to the same two men since the beginning of your tenor with Lockwood and Co. So when you got told that a new assistant would be living with you, you were rather skeptical but once you got to know Lucy, you knew then and there that you’d be by her side through the thickest and thinnest of times.

“Of course you can,” Lockwood said with a gentle smile, “me and George will bring up the air mattress, you just get what you need from your room and keep Lucy company.” You smiled while George groaned, tilting his head back so it was facing the ceiling, “do I have to?” He whines and you couldn’t help but smile sympathetically at the researcher. “Yes George, I can’t carry the damn thing up the flights of stairs by myself now can I?” Lockwood retorted as he made his way further down the flight of stairs, knowing that George would help despite his whining because he had much of a weak spot for you as did he. For after being pivotal presences within each other’s lives for so long you, George and Lockwood found yourselves relegated to a found family archetype; one where none of you wanted to think of the slight off chance of losing one another some day.

“That would be an much adventurous ability, wouldn’t it. We’d leave all the heavy lifting to you from then on while we sit leisurely on the settee drinking tea and eating biscuits.” George said as he trailed after Lockwood, leaving you to smile like an idiot, rushing down to your room and grabbing every blanket and pillow your arms could possibly carry before bringing them up to Lucy’s room where you found the girl sat on the edge of her bed; picking at her nails with her eyes downcast and blank. Your heart once again broke upon looking at her as the smile faded from your face when remembering why you came up here to begin with; making sure Lucy was safe. You must’ve let the thought of having an impromptu sleepover get to your head, so much so that you almost forgot the events that happened prior completely in an act of coping with your close encounters with death.

“Hey.” You said softly, dumping the pillows and blankets onto the air mattress that George and Lockwood brought up, deciding that you would deal with it later for Lucy’s comfort and well-being were your priority first and foremost, before sitting down next to her while also making sure to maintain some distance in the case that Lucy felt suffocated by close proximity. “Hey.” She replied weakly, “Lockwood and George came up here with an air mattress. What’s all that about?”

“I’m sleeping up here for the night.” You told her.

“You don’t have to do that.” Lucy told you, looking into your eyes now.

“I really don’t mind, I was the one to suggest it in the first place.”

“Why?”

“Because I worry for you.” You tell her, gingerly placing your hand over hers and squeezing. Lucy laughs humourlessly, “me? You worry about me? I’m the one who brought the damned source home and nearly had us all killed!” She exclaimed, not understanding how you could still treat her like you normally did after tonight. She felt as though you should at least resent her a little for putting you, George and Lockwood in danger and not be smiling at her and comforting her like you were now; You baffled Lucy so much but she guessed that was what made you endearing. “You wouldn’t do something like this without trying to prove something. Also for consideration you didn’t nearly get us killed. You did the right thing and warned us.” You reassured her with a pat to her hand before looking at the time just as an yawn ripped from your throat and the all too familiar feeling of fatigue weighed heavily on your eyelids and limbs.

“Gods, is that the time? We better get some shut eye if we wanna get to the bottom of Annabelle’s murder.” You went to get up but Lucy’s hand clutched onto yours, pulling you back down onto her bed. Worried, you looked over at her and saw her with her eyes down cast once more but her grip on your hand didn’t faulted, but instead grew tighter as though she was trying to prove to herself that you were still very much a physical and tangible being. “Luce, what’s wrong? Are you feeling okay? Are you ill? What’s-“

“stay.”

You blinked, “pardon?”

“Stay here with me?” She asked and you tilted your head, confused. “Isn’t that what I’m doing by sleeping up here?” You asked, not understanding where this conversation was going.

“I meant I want you to sleep here with me. In this bed.” Lucy explained and when she saw the unreadable look on your face, she immediately assumed that you weren’t comfortable in sharing a bed with her and was about to backtrack when you finally said “sure. I don’t mind sharing if you don’t,” you made a face at your words, “wait, that don’t make sense because if you did mind then you wouldn’t have suggested it in the first place- ignore that last bit. Let’s just get to bed, shall we?” You said, using the hand Lucy was griping onto like a life to usher her into bed.

The next morning came and Lockwood, taking note how you and Lucy were still yet to come down and have breakfast that was slowly getting cold, decided to see what was keeping you both. So as he got to Lucy’s room, Lockwood was more then pleasantly surprised when he caught sight of the air mattress that he and George almost broke their necks carrying up, laid there useless with a heap of pillows and blankets in top of it before his dark eyes glanced over to Lucy’s bed where he let out a little ‘oh.’

Laid there in a tangle of limbs and bedsheets was you laying on your back, mouth slightly agape, but you weren’t alone. Tucked tightly against your chest like a new born was Lucy, her arms softly clutched at your waist and her legs only entangled themselves more with yours when you involuntarily twitched. Her face, though slightly obscured by stands of her hair, was peaceful and serene as though she never experienced a nightmare. Your arms then tightened around her upper back and her her waist, burying you head into her hair, inhaling deeply as a soft smile graced your features as you eased yourself back into slumberland.

Lockwood smiled at the pair of you and decided to be generous and allow you both the lie in and softly closed the door behind him. “Still sleeping?” George asked, having followed Lockwood when he turned away from the stove to find him missing from the table. “Still sleeping.” Lockwood confirmed, looking back over at the door with a sense of ease filing his chest. “Aren’t you going to wake them?” George asked again but from the look on his friends face, he knew the answer. “Not just yet,” Lockwood replied, “give them an extra five minutes and if they’re not up by then, then we’ll wake them.” The pair, satisfied with their conversation, walked back down the stairs to allow you and Lucy your five extra minutes of rest.

[dreamofdawn]

POOOOOG! may i ask for a fluffy luca kaneshiro x female reader? thank uuu! also merry christmas :D

✧✧You ask and you shall receive✧✧

Main pairing: Luca Kaneshiro x Reader/You

Au: none

Genre: Fluff

Type: Headcanon, [ONE SHOT], or Series

Characters: Luca Kaneshiro, Reader

A/n: Heyo! Merry Christmas to you too anon!

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Waking up in the morning with Luca Kaneshiro.

Birds were chirping as the sun peek through the curtains were two people sleeping holding each other close.

It was currently 7:00 in the morning, Y/n who was under the cover with her lover stirred Because of the sun peeking through.

She opened her eyes and looked around a little before tried to reach for her phone. When finally found it, she looked at the time before shutting it down and getting ready to start the day.

As she was about to sit up strong arms that were around her waist suddenly tighten keeping her from moving further.

She looked behind and saw her blonde haired lover holding her tight. She looked at him smiling before reaching her hand to ruffle his hair.

He mumble incoherently about something, you looked at him before trying to get the arm wrapped around your waist.

A few Minutes pass by and to no anvil it didn't work, his arm didn't budge no matter how hard you tried to take it off. You just signed and accepted you fate, you laid back and turned to him before starting to close your eyes. When you heard small giggles, you opened your eyes again and see Luca giggling, you raised a eyes brow before opening your mouth.

"Luce you know I can hear you right?"

Silence.

" 'sigh' fine seems I have to leave the bed now since Luca is still asleep-"

You cut yourself off with a yelp as Luca pulled you on top of him as he hugged you, you looked and saw his face that has a tired grin still sleepy.

"good morning Luca." You greeted him as you peck his cheek.

"Good morning 'Yawn'"

You let out a chuckle as he closed his eyes again.

'still sleepy huh?'

'guess staying in bed for a little longer won't do any harm right?' you thought as you closed your eyes while resting your head on Luca's chest listening to his heartbeats.

You both forgot you have important things to do so both of you rushed to get dressed, you both were almost late to your meeting-

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A/n: Heyo! Sorry it's short! And for any grammar mistakes but I hope you enjoy this short fic for Luca <3. And merry Christmas!!

[theflyindutchwoman]

You know what I feel like we don’t talk about enough?

The way Tim took Lucy’s radio off her belt in 5.18

No hesitation, just grabbed that shit right off her belt and Luce didn’t even flinch, it makes me feel some kind of way

The casual intimacy of it maybe? Idk but I don’t think we discuss that enough. Lol

Or that episode in general because there was so many Chenford things in that we could talk about lol (I also need to discuss her nightmares comment — I’m supposed to just move past the knowledge that Lucy has nightmares about Tim getting hurt or worse!? Like what? When did they start? How often? I need to know)

Oh you're definitely not the only one feeling some kind of way about this! Let me go rewatch that moment. For science, of course. No but the familiarity of that gesture, the lack of hesitation, how Tim grabs it… and the fact that he does it in front of everybody! Without caring one bit. And listen, I know this is an ongoing tradition of his, snatching things from Lucy (like a piece of paper or a TV remote). But it's one thing to take something from her hands… It's another to do it from her body. At work! And Lucy staying completely unbothered by this… So unhinged. Also, since we're talking about that scene, I love how their expression is the same when they hear Aaron on the radio.

And you're right, there were so many little moments like this one. I need to rewatch the entire episode because I know I missed (or forgot) some of them. I remember that you already mentioned one of Tim's look in a precedent post. I also loved all the fondness that emanated from Lucy's looks and smiles when she was talking about Tim. She has such a warmth to her. Or how she was relieved (and happy to see him) when he interrupted her interview at the beginning, as it was getting too personal. Or her little laugh after refusing to read Jake's text messages. And the contrast with Tim's reaction.

That's actually why I liked that this time, they had solo interviews first, before having a final one together. Mainly because it allowed for a completely different dynamic. Lucy - who's usually enthusiastic - was more subdued and a bit nervous for this one. Tim was even grumpier than normal. And he was so ready to kick them out of his office. But it all balanced itself out when they were together. Lucy was more confident, even glowing, and was able to smooth over Tim's rough edges a bit. Until he got his wish and really kicked them out from her apartment haha. The looks during that interview though… And Lucy calming him instantly by simply touching his arm… The way they ground each other is unmatched.

And yes, that nightmare comment! How are they going to drop this info and not even extend on this? Did Lucy already have them before they found Jake's body? Is this what triggered them? I need to know more! And does she wake Tim up for reassurance? Or is he the one who wakes up first? And am I really to believe that the fact that his doppelgänger was shot and dumped in a dumpster LIKE HIS EX-WIFE didn't trigger anything? I have so many questions… I'm going to need a scene in s6 where one of them has a nightmare - with everything that happened in the last two episodes, the writers even have the perfect setting for this.

[centralperkchenford]

Can you write a fanfic of Lucy still getting jealous of women hitting on her husband Tim and him finding it kinda sexy but reassures her

Can you write a fanfic of Lucy still getting jealous of women hitting on her husband Tim and him finding it kinda sexy but reassures her

Or

Different times Tim is hit on by different woman and Lucy is jealous

You took the time to memorize me My fears, my hopes and dreams

Lucy knows Tim is attractive and women have always flirted with him whether she’s right there or not. And Tim usually takes it in stride, if she is with him he pulls her close to his side and usually the women back off. If she’s not with him he usually just tells them he’s unavailable and that’s that.. usually. Now that they are married he proudly flashes his wedding ring and even if the women are disappointed they back away.

But there are always those shameless flirts that don’t care that the man is a very dedicated and loyal husband.

Like this waitress who every time she comes by the table touches Tim’s arm for a few seconds and then pulls back.

Lucy is sitting across from him and she can see how uncomfortable it’s making him. His eyes keep flashing to her face to see her reaction but she is schooling her face so he doesn’t see how upset it’s making her.

“Here is your bill sir.” Says the waitress turning her back to Lucy and bending down to put her elbows on the table so she is right in his face. Tim leans away from her and looks around her at Lucy. He keeps his eyes on her face as he pulls out his credit card and hands it to the waitress. She smiles and touches him again and then leaves.

“She needs to stop touching you.” Lucy mutters. Tim reaches out to grab her hand and runs his finger over her wedding ring.

“I love you.” He says. “Only you.” She nods as the woman comes back and places the check in front of Tim. He signs it and then puts his card away. Lucy slides out of the booth and Tim does too but not before staring down at something on the receipt. He shakes his head and then leaves it grabbing Lucy’s hand as soon as he gets out of the booth. They start to walk away but a hand grabs onto Tim’s arm and pulls him back making Lucy stumble. Tim steadies her, grabbing her around the waist.

“Sir you forgot your receipt.” The waitress says shoving the receipt into Tim’s hand. He sighs and tucks it into his pocket.

“Call me!” She calls after Tim. Lucy glares at her over her shoulder and then let’s go of his hand and walks ahead. She didn’t have to see the receipt to know what was written on it. The waitress’s number.

Tim catches up to her and leads her out, they stop just outside the doors and Tim runs his fingers across her cheeks wiping the tears from her face.

“Oh Luce.” He mutters. “Don’t be upset. She is an idiot to think I would ever leave you.” Her heart beats faster at his words, she trusts Tim more than anyone in her life and she knows how much he loves her.

“I know.” She whispers. “I still didn’t like it. She acted like you were going to just give in.”

Tim kisses her on the lips. “You are my everything Lucy. Nothing will ever change that. Not even a woman flirting with me.”

“Okay.” She whispers. “I know. I love you.” Tim smiles and takes her hand again and leads her to his truck.

***

After the waitress flirted with Tim there was a break in it. Lucy stuck by his side and he always took her hand and both their rings were a good reminder that they were commuted to each other. But Lucy knew their good luck would come to an end and it did.

They were at the gym, and Lucy was at the weights while Tim was working his abs. He was sweating and he had running shorts and tank top on that showed off his unfairly big arm muscles. Lucy could practically feel the women in the gym drooling because she was doing the same.

She watches Tim on the rowing machine as he pulls back, his form perfect. She licks her lips as his arms flex a little bit.

Attractive bastard

Lucy lifted up a weight and dropped it down before taking another quick look at her husband. There was now a woman by him watching as he pulled back. Lucy watches as she sits down on the machine next to Tim, and she starts talking to him as if Tim wasn’t in the middle of a workout.

Tim pauses and looks at the woman a frown on his face. Lucy is close enough she can hear him talking.

“Ma’am I’m trying to workout here.” He says loudly and Lucy knows it’s for her benefit. Lucy sees the woman frown but then she reaches out to touch Tim on the arm and she wraps her fingers around his bicep.

“So strong.” She says. Lucy lets the weight fall to the floor and she rushes over to Tim, a knot in her stomach forming.

Tim yanks away and gets up almost bumping into Lucy. She steadies him and glares at the woman behind his back.

“Ma’am you can’t just touch me.” Tim says calmly and Lucy knows he’s trying not to lose it. He’s trying to diffuse the situation before it gets worse.

“Oh come on.” The woman says blinking at him. “Call me Lorraine.” Tim takes a deep breath and Lucy puts her hand on his arm.

“Lorraine please don’t touch me. Please don’t distract me when I’m trying to workout.” He says. Lorraine looks behind him and she sees Lucy and frowns.

“Why does she get to touch you?” She snaps. Tim rolls his eyes like it should be obvious and it should be.

“She’s my wife.” He says simply. Lucy squeezes his arm and Lorraine frowns deeper.

“I have seen you around here. I have never seen you with anyone.” She says. She looks at Lucy again a smirk on her lips. “There’s no way she is your wife.”

“Well I am.” Lucy says stepping in front of Tim. “And I don’t appreciate strange women grabbing my husband’s arm and flirting with him.” Lorraine frowns again and looks between but before she can say anything else Lucy is dragging Tim away.

They get to the hallway where the locker rooms are. Tim takes charge and pulls her to a stop.

“Lucy.” He says. “You know I—”

“You love me and would never leave me for a hot woman?” She says drily. Tim kisses her and presses her against the wall.

“You are hot and yes I do love you more than anything.” He says softly. She grips his sweat drenched tank and pulls him closer.

“Good because next time I won’t be so nice.” She says.

Tim laughs. “Good. I wouldn’t expect you to be.”

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The next time a woman flirts with Tim is at a casino where they are taking a little vacation. It’s their wedding anniversary and Tim surprises Lucy with a trip to Reno. They are walking around the casino hand in hand after checking in.

Lucy pulls Tim over to one of the machines and inserts some money bouncing in her seat excitedly. Tim shakes his head and kisses her gently before going off and finding his own. He’s not much of a gambler but he gets lucky sometimes.

He is just getting into it when he feels a presence above him. He turns to see a woman standing above him grinning down at him. She’s blonde but it’s like a very fake platinum blonde and she smells like smoke.

“I thought you could use a good luck charm.” She purrs. Tim ignores her and continues to play. He glances around and sees Lucy at a nearby machine, she is looking at Tim and the woman. Her eyes ablaze with anger. Tim swallows and turns back to the machine.

“I don’t need any luck.” Tim tells the woman flatly. “Now if you don’t mind—” The woman leans down and gets in his face her breasts brushing his arm. He starts to move back but then Lucy is pulling the woman back by her hair, the woman yelps in pain as Lucy drags her away.

“You really want to flirt with my husband bitch.” Lucy sneers. Tim jumps up and pulls his wife back. He really didn’t want to get her thrown in jail on their anniversary. Not that he isn’t proud of her because he is and he’s also a little more than turned on. He remembers when she did this in Vegas and how hot it was even back then. But back then he couldn’t do anything about it but now he could.

“You are a crazy bitch!” The woman yells at Lucy. Tim pulls Lucy to him as she glares at the woman.

“Then maybe don’t flirt with my husband!” Lucy snaps. The woman glares and then makes a frustrated noise and stomps away. Tim herds Lucy off to the elevators, and onto them. He presses their floor number and as the elevator starts to move Lucy collapses on the floor. Tim lowers himself down and cups her face.

“I didn’t mean to snap.” She sobs. “I just hate the thought of another woman touching you. It’s stupid I know you love me.” Tim gathers her in his arms and kisses her head.

“It’s okay Lucy. One if a man ever did that to you I would lose my shit. Two it was sexy as hell what you just did.” He says and a smile twitches on her lips. “And three you are right I love you and I will tell you that for the rest of your life.”

Lucy nods just as the elevator door opens, and Tim lifts Lucy up leading her out. They don’t talk until they get to their room. Tim opens it up leading her inside and then to the bed. Lucy collapses on it. Tim falls back onto the bed with her

“This is all your fault you know.” She mumbles. He glances over at her curiously, and he sees a smile playing on her lips.

“What is?” He asks. She turns so she’s facing him and she reaches out to kiss him slowly and gently.

“You are attractive. Women just gravitate towards you.” She says. Tim grins at her a cocky grin on his face.

“You think I’m hot.” He teases her. Lucy pushes at his chest and he grabs her hand and kisses it.

“Of course I do.” She says rolling her eyes. Tim rolls over so he’s above her.

“And I think you are hot too. When you are jealous.” He says. She grins up at him, and there’s a sparkle in her eyes now.

“Really?” She says teasingly. “So you are turned on by it?” Tim nods as she pulls him down to kiss him wrapping her legs around his waist.

Tim hums his answer as they continue to kiss. “Do you mind showing me just how hot you think I am?” She asks.

Tim pulls away from her but he doesn’t go far.

He has absolutely no problem with that. And he plans to show her how hot she is and how much he loves her for the rest of his life.

[highlordofkrypton]

listen i love your tamsand but i think you need to step up your tamcien game.

by which i mean pls do with them what you do with them so i can be happy for my babies while myself miserable

(this is a bad joke pls ignore ily post whatever i don’t even mind having my feed ft.ing more orphan bats and their himbo loves)

hmm, a real fan of my writing would know that I have been stepping up my tamcien game in the sweetest ways 🤔 perhaps YOU are the impostor here!!!

I guess I'm just gonna have to spam some cosmogeny spoilers to see if you're a real one! It's not even their fic, and yet... you would know the Tamcien that looms above us all.

CHAPTER 28

Only once had they ever caught a Suriel. They were just little faelings at the time, playing in the forest and making fun of the human hunters and their traps. They were playing pretend, and the Suriel they had caught was nearly as young as them. They had asked the only question that matters to children: will we be friends forever? Tamlin must have forgotten the riddle; he’d said it was annoying and complicated, but Lucien—Lucien had figured it out. The answer was neither ‘yes’ nor ‘no’, but that they would have to choose to find each other. Their friendship had slipped between their fingers once, before Tamlin was sent to war, and Lucien had desperately pulled at that weak thread when he needed to be saved. Lucien chooses Tamlin now and forever, if only to repay him for being good to him time and time again. Tamlin’s goodness has always outweighed his mistakes.

CHAPTER 32

“Is this what happens when I leave you two alone? You forget each other?” Andras motions to Lucien who’s standing, wide-eyed and in shock. His father is dead. Just like that, their grounds are splattered with bits of Beron. “Lucien needs you. Go. I’ll trade you answers if you do well,” he winks, and steps back to make room. He stands beside Commander Tormoid and nods at Tamlin encouragingly. “Andras?” “Chop, chop, to Lucien you go!” Tamlin gets up, but he can’t stop… staring. How is he back? Still, he moves towards his fox, and pulls him into his arms. Tamlin hugs Lucien tightly, cradling his head as he holds him close. He closes his eyes, and asks the breeze to carry the soft soothing scent of lavender in the air. “I’m sorry, Luce,” Tamlin mumbles against his temple. “I should’ve stopped it.” It takes a moment, but he feels Lucien wrap his arms around him and hug him back. His friend’s shoulders shake softly as he finally lets out all the pain he’s been holding in ever since he left the Autumn Court.  “I can go back. I can go home. I can visit her grave.” Pain rears its head at the thought that this isn’t Lucien’s home. Tamlin knows Lucien has kept his emotions guarded; his love for Jesminda killed her, and his affections for Tamlin turned Amarantha’s gaze on him. He understands, and for once, he swallows his own hurt to offer his friend support. He holds him as long as he needs, breathing in his warm scent and letting the weight of another person comfort him too. (How long has it been since he was last held like this?)

And I can't believe you forgot the Tamcien that was mentioned coming up for Kinktober. I was gonna preview that, but... you don't believe in me 😞

The Tamcien is Tamcien-ing so hard, they're in fics they're not even supposed to be in!!!

[fallingforel]

arabella pt 4 - menswear

masterlist

“WHERE ARE YOU? YOURE MEANT TO BE HERE BY NOW! I MEAN IT Y/N I NEED AN EXPLANATION. NO THEY DONT GO THERE ON THE MAIN TABLE SMALLER CENTERPIECES ON THE ROUND TABLES, I NEED AN EXPLANATION?? IM WAITING ON ONE.” “It was matty okay luce, he forgot to wake me up, so im gonna be just a tad 3 hours late”“Oh good lord, okay look as long as youre here for the rehearsal dinner everything is going to be fine im sure” “Okay good? How are things anyway? Hows henry? Luce?” “Err alls good here. We have a slightly larger problem though. Em and him just walked in”

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where all of the 1975 gang and y/n attend a wedding 

warnings: a few swearing, recreational drugs use (coke and weed) and a panic attack, also please let me know if there is any more that I need to be aware of them

A/N and here it is im taking tommorow and monday off, but I promise you, chap 5 will be out next weekend, kisses x 

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“Well get rid of them then, because I tell you now Luce if they are still there, when the wedding comes around I will just stay at my mums house until they’re both gone and you don’t want your maid of honour to cancel on you last minute do you?” 

“No I suppose not. Okay I will do my best to get them gone, look I’m gonna have to go now babe I haven’t got time to sit around and chat I have got a wedding to sort out, I’ve still got to make sure the DJ knows the no plays and when to play our songs so I love you and I’ll see you in about 4 hours kisses.” Lucy says while making an unbareable smooching sound down the phone. 

“Love you. But I mean it when I say, I want them GONE.” 

“Yes, yes, okay I’ll see what I can do babe love you, but I really have to go now hun” which is her final sentence before I was met with the signal of her putting down the phone. 

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Before, I start properly focusing on my drive back to Wilmslow, I had to make sure Adam knew that both of our exes were there. So thats exactly what I did. 

reaching out to press my home button on my phone “phone ad” 

“now phoning ad” I was met back with the robotic voice speaking out to me through the aux cord

the phone rings a couple of times before Adam picks up 

“Hey Y/n whats up?” 

“err look I thought you should be aware, that Em and him are both there and that you should be warned because they might show up tonight or tommorow, and I kinda don’t want them to because then I’ll have a panic atta-” 

My waffling on was then cut off by adam’s voice ringing through the aux in my car, 

“look y/n/n, who cares if they’re both there, I certainly don’t I’m over her now, you should be over him too it’s been 6 months, it’s no longer fresh in our minds and plus we’ve both got new people in our lives, you’ve got Al and I’ve got Carls, infact I’m inviting her to the wedding, there was already a spare place from Em being uninvited and Lucy said yes to inviting her so now shes coming, you should invite Al im sure he’d be well up for it. G told me he was a massive fan of ours” 

“I’m not too sure Ad we literally only just met last night, do you really think it would be that smart to invite him?”

“look just tell me you’ll consider it y/n/n you at least deserve to have someone there for you” 

“okay, okay! I’ll think about it but its not a yes”

“good im glad, right im gonna go. Because ive still got to pack some last minute things, and I’ll see you later on at the rehearsal dinner okay” 

“okay lots of love” 

I say before putting down the phone. and going to phone alex to see if he wants to come. At this point I’m stopped in a petrol station to phone him as I didn’t save his number earlier. 

ringing once twice three times biting my nails in anxiousness, before i hear a thick northen accent ringing through my ears 

“Hey, who is this?”  

“Al?” 

“Y/n? is that you? was wondering when you’d call are you alright darlin’“ 

“yes yes it’s me look listen. I’m going to a wedding this weekend and I was wondering if you’d wanna go with me. its just theres an extra place due to some dramas that happened and so..”

“look love, I would really like to go, I wish you would’ve told me sooner, I’m literally about to board a plane to leave England right now, but we have to sort out a date some time soon, I’d love to get to know you better”

“Yeah no of course. I 100% get that plus its not like you would’ve missed out on anything anyway. It’s literally a boring wedding” 

“You don’t have to downplay it fo me love, sounds dead interestin” 

soon an announcement is made that I cant quite hear but it is soon made clear that it’s Alex plane because he bids his goodbyes and then he hangs up the phone 

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“omg! y/n/n! thank goodness you’re finally here! you’ve missed out on a lot it’s like grand central station in there, people flying everywhere moving things honestly I don’t know how I do it for a job. It’s soooo good to see you, honestly, I’ve missed you so much, how’s London and the modelling life treating you?” Lucy says running up from the front entrance of the moderately sized building, and to my car giving me a rather large squeeze. 

“It’s been good, London is manic though, all the time, and these shoots they are just amazing I did one recently for a major U.S. company had to travel to L.A. for it. but honestly my career has taken a major turn since I moved to London with the boys.” 

“That’s so good I’m so happy for you. And how are the boys? Are they good? Is the music life treating em well?” 

“so well, I can’t say too much because it would spoil it. But they have recently been getting so many radio plays it’s ridiculous but I am so proud of them!”

“thats so good! Looks like that move was good for all of you then!” 

“yeah yeah it was, Luce I’m freezing can we go inside? Are they in there?”

“ of course we can babe, no no they’re not! my mum told both of em where to shove it. that soon made them leave!” 

“I’ve always loved your mum. did you know that!” I say throwing an arm around her shoulder and walking into the venue. 

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“so when are the rest of you London lot getting here?” Henry asks standing next to me. 

“umm not too sure but I’m sure they’ll be here soon. shouldnt be too long they set off about 3 and a bit hours ago. so in like in a few” I say in reply. 

“Hopefully, they won’t be too long. Luce is stressing way too much I dread to know what she’s gonna be like tommorow.”

“Ha! Yeah. I know what she’s like, I remember Matty’s 18th suprise party, she was dead stressed when I organised that, and she wasn’t even the organiser! But look don’t worry, it wont go too mad. I know that with her everything goes to plan” 

“yeah, thank you for being here by the way, I know it can’t be easy being here especially after what happened 6 months ago.”

I was about to reply when I was cut off by a curly haired boy, a really annoying one to be precise. 

“THE PARTY HAS ARRIVED” 

“Matty shut your mouth, go get your suits on boys, rehearsal dinner commences in 10, you’re late already as is” Lucy says. Before walking over to where Henry and I were stood having our conversation

“y/n/n, I need you to go get your dress on too.” 

“okay, I will go and do that now” 

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The rehearsal dinner was a success, I knew it would be, anything Lucy organises is. It’s what she does best, kinda always knew she would be an events planner, her and Henry was meant to come to London with us, Lucy living with me and Henry living with the guys, but then the both of them recieving their dream job offers in the heart of Manchester, so they never did. I think it was meant to be that way if I’m completely honest. I just don’t think it would’ve ever worked, especially with the guys and I all being single and them two being in a relationship. Sure,it worked in Wilmslow where none of us lived together but the whole dynamic that we have now would’ve shifted and just wouldn’t have worked.  

Currently I am squished between a tree and a skinny curly haired man, we ended up, going back to my mums last night and both George and Matty insisted that they had to see my mum. So just like we were 17 again and had just had a drunken house party, we are sleeping in my bed. To be fair its quite a large bed, however all three of us, are slightly bigger being 22 and 23 now, we just dont fit. 

So I did what I had to do in order to get up. Wiggling to the end of my bed as so to not wake the two massive lumps in my bed, and eventually getting off at the end and then I went on the search to check for my phone. 

Finding it laying on my bedstand on G’s side, he must’ve found me passed out and it still on so he must’ve put it there. 

Turning it on to find out the time reading 7oclock, the wedding starts at 11 so its time to make my way to wake up the boys so that we all can head to the hotel, both of them being groomsmen and me being lucy’s maid of honor, so I do just that but I cant do it normally, thats just not our friendship dynamic. So I head to the bathroom to get a jug and fill it with cold water, heading back to my bedroom I start pouring it on matty.

“What the fuck y/n.” 

“It’s time to get up, we have to head to the hotel, to get ready. We all have to be ready by 9 incase the event staff need help with anything, and I promised Lucy we’d be there by half 7, 8 at the latest to make up for all of us being late yesterday, now help me wake up G. While I find out where the fuck Ross and Hann are” I say while pulling my phone out to find out where the other two of our group are. 

“I dont fancy getting slapped by the tree thanks, you can do it, I’ll call Hann and Ross” 

“uh uh, you made me late yesterday, you get the pleasure of waking up the giant, I’ll get us a maccies breakfast on the way if you do.”

Soon enough he does it, earning a slap from George “it’s the crack of dawn, Matty what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” 

“To be fair G, it’s 7 we have to leave in 10 because Lucy wants us at the hotel, and I dont think any of us want to anger bridezilla, I just know shes gonna be on a warpath today. Plus I promised stink here a maccies breakfast, right now though I’ve got to phone the other two find out where they are, can one of you two phone ross? I’ll phone ads” Matty nods his head reaching for his phone. while Im on mine pressed to my ear, trying to get through to him stepping out of the room so I don’t get distacted by Matty on the phone to Ross.

Finally after about a minute I’m met with a raspy voice. 

“Hello?”

“Adam? Are you with Ross”

“yes, yes its me, and No what do you want at this ungodly hour, Y/n?”

“I promised Lucy I’d make everyone head to their respectful getting ready rooms, at half 7 so can you head to Hen’s and start getting ready I’ll bring you a McDonalds.” 

“yes yes okay. I’ll head there now, when you come knock on my hotel door its 432, Carls will have my car keys, your stuff is in my car, Matty couldnt fit it in his” 

“okay, okay. Bye I’ll see you.” 

“bye bye, see you in a bit, double sausague and egg pleaseee”

“yes yes okay, see you in a bit Ad’s” I said before hanging up the phone and returning to my bedroom where Matty and George still reside in my bed, although this time a phone was pressed to Mattys ear talking into it 

“Yeah, Y/n wants us to get ready, so we will be there in a bit”

I mouth to George “is that ross.” earning a shake of his head. “his mum” i nod my head waiting for him to finish his conversation. 

A few moments later a “yep okay bye mum I love you see you tommorow” ending the phone. 

“Right as much as I am glad that you were on the phone to your mother Matthew what is the situation on Ross?”

“He was with Henry already, apparently Lucy banged on his door at half 6 this morning making sure he was up” Matty said chuckling a bit

“That girl honestly” I say shaking my head 

“Right come on you two lets get going we’ve got places to be people to see” I say slapping the two boys on their legs. 

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The ceremony was a success, and it all went well. now we were heading on a little walk to where the reception was being held. Matty George Ross and I were infront, and then Adam and Carly following suit behind us. 

We walked into the marquee tent finding our seats George and I both sat at the head table as I was Maid of honour and G was Best Man, Matty, Ross and Adam were sat on the table infront of us though so we all weren’t too far from eachother, luckily I was sat next to George and Lucy so I didnt have to endure meaningless conversations with other members of the bridal party like I did at the hen do. 

“C’mon G we’re sat here”  I say grabbing his hand and pulling him towards our seats after checking the seating plan that was displayed on the foam board standing on the white easel. 

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And soon enough the reception was well underway after Lucy and Henry had their first dance. George hopped on the decks doing what he knows best, Lucy had let him have an hour at it giving the DJ an hour break to dig into the buffet. 

I walked up to G wondering if Matty had any Joints. Because Lucy had want to let loose, and she hadn’t smoked in ages but claimed it was “my wedding night so I can do whatever the fuck I want” clearly having had taken too much advantage of the free bar at that point. 

“well your the best man so whats the plan? we gonna smoke” 

“y/n/n I’m busy doing my best to give everyone a fucking good time here, go talk to Matty about it, he’s outside. He’s the one thats got ‘em I’ll smoke my own later” 

“okay I will, c’mon Lucy lets go find Matthew, bye G”

We walked outside finding Matty perched on a log smoking, we approached him 

“oh Matthew” Lucy called out 

“oh here comes trouble” he shouted out earning a giggle from lucy 

“look we just wanna know if you’ve got any of those joints left, I know you must have at least half of one left, I can see you smoking one, and it’s not even halfway finished. The bride here wants some to let loose, Hen hopes it’ll calm her down and stop her being so stressed about everything. ” 

“Look bug, I would and you know I would, but I’ve only bought three like I told you before, you’re gonna have to ask about. We went to school with half of the people in there and we all know they’re all pot heads, someone in there is bound to have some” 

“Come on! I know who will have some” Lucy says. 

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Eventually we found someone with some after asking about three people. Joining Matty on the log he was sat on when we came outside previously. Staying in silence, we sat and smoked. Until Lucy eventually piped up 

“You wanna know why I’m smoking?” 

“Because, it’s your wedding day and you can do whatever the fuck you want?” I question laughing 

“no, it’s cause I needed to put off crying, this day couldn’t have gone worse. Henrys Mum sent me a text this morning saying that I shouldn’t be marrying him that he doesn’t really love me and I don’t deserve him, she’s been giving me evils all day. y/n/n I almost left him at the alter especially after Em’s text” she says tears flooding her eyes when she turns to look at me. 

“oh Luce, c’mere babe” I say with my arms wide open and she shuffles along the log we’re sat on and hugs me, sobbing fully at this point. tears not coming to my eyes. After she pulls away I can’t help but ask about the text. 

“what did you mean by the fact that Em texted you? what did she say” 

“she said about how I banned her from my wedding, and that I needed to grow up because I took your side after the whole argument six months ago and that she would make an appearence along with him today, but not before she said that in a year or two Henry would leave me for her, I’m so sorry for not telling you earlier Y/N, I haven’t even told Henry, I’m not sure I even want to. I don’t want to make him leave, I know it’s silly because we’ve been together close to a decade at this point. But what if he decides he doesn’t want to be with me any more y/n/n, I don’t know if my heart will be able to take the pain especially with you in London” 

“Don’t be silly Luce it’s okay, but she has no right to make you panic like that especially after warning you that she’s going after Hen, Luce, you are aware that you’re going to have to tell Henry about all of this right, especially about his mum, she has absolutely zero right to tell you whether you’re good for her son or not.” 

“She’s right you know, you have to tell Henry, even if you dont want to, he needs to know. I’ve never known the two of you to keep secrets from eachother, especially one this big Luce, you know I may not have liked you at the beginning when you were dressed in nowt’ and telling everybody you were shagging every boy in Wilmslow, But Luce I like you now, and I know that you would really benefit from telling him, I can go get him if you want, y/n/n and I can be there while you tell him if you want?” 

“no, no it’s fine I need to tell him on my own you two go. enjoy your night, come find me when you’re leaving.” 

“okay okay, I’ll see you in a bit we’ll send him out to find you” 

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After finding Henry, and telling him to go find Lucy outside, Matty dragged me to the bar. 

“so bug.” he says turning to me “whaddya drinkin’?” 

“malibu and coke” I say in reply 

he gains the attention of bartender “scuse me lad can I have an ameretto and a malibu and coke please, passionfruit variation please” This boy knows me too well at this point as he asks for the passionfruit variaton because he’s all too aware after too many slip ups at parties to fill my glass with original malibu and me turn up my nose at the coconut flavoured liquer. 

He thanks the bartender after handing us our drinks. And we go over to our tables but not before matty spills a load of his on a taller lad who we’re not too sure we know. 

“watch where you’re going pot head yeah and also watch your girlfriend yeah think she might be getting some tonight but certainly not you, you scrawny fucker” the 6″3 skinny lad pipes up 

“look I might be spilling my ameretto because of previous joints yeah, but don’t talk about my best mate like that, I don’t know who you think you are, yeah you might be taller than me, but you look just like me so I reckon I could knock you out, so just watch what your saying yeah” 

“Matty, leave it hes not worth the fuss yeah” 

“ooh getting your girl to sort your problems are we?” I can see Matty clenching his fist just as if matty was about to swing for him so I step infront of him before anything can happen. 

“Do you want anything to end up in the press about Denise’s son losing it at wedding?” I ask him knowing thats exactly what would happen knowing the fuckers that went to our school. He shakes his head no in reply “exactly, so leave it yeah, this guy is not worth our time or effort yes?” he nods his head I tap him on the back throwing an arm around his shoulder “come on then stink” and so we’re off, back to the dancefloor so we can forget our troubles and have an absolute blast of a time before I’m back to work in two days, and the lads are back to the studio next week.

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“Matty, I need to go to the loo” I shout over the loud music but not before making a sniff gesture with my hand signaling that it was time to bring the sniff out, It was kinda known in Wilmslow that our group, were drug users, not hardcore as much as people think, only when parties were going on or when one of us wanted to feel something. 

“cmon then bug, lets go to the bathroom” 

Once we made it into the bathroom I lock the main door so that no one could make it in especially, Lucy’s conservative great-grandmother that definetly had some interesting views. 

as I came back from locking the door hopping onto the counter where matty wasnt cutting lines. After he finished cutting the lines he handed me the rolled up 20  but not before saying “two each” “ooh a 20, very rich of you” “shut up and just sniff your two, off the porcelain basin will you” “okay okay chill out, Matthew” I say hopping off the counter taking the rolled up 20 that he was still holding out for me to take. 

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Safe to say I was feeling the effect of the drug I had taken just a mere 10 minutes ago. 

and soon enough, Em and him were here and I was making a beline for the exit, Making Matty clearly confused as he hadn’t noticed them. so obviously as confused as he was, He followed. 

“bug, bug, slow down.” he called out and I turned to face him, my breathing irregular and tears streaming down my face, my makeup clearly smudged. 

“Woah,woah. Whats happpened? why the tears bug?” He asked. 

I tried replying but I couldn’t I was too worked up to explain. My hands doing anything they could. Unsure of whether it was the drugs making me like this or just seeing him in the flesh after 6 months. 

“okay okay, bug look at me” Matty sounding so distant at this point, so I didn’t even know where he was “Honey, you’re gonna have to look at me so I can understand what happened” 

Touching my chin, he gently lifted my chin with his fingers. removing them, my breathing still rapid at this point. 

“cmon bug, copy my breathing, deep breath in, and then push it out” doing exactly what he said. We just sat there in silence me following Matty’s breathing. Until it was back to a normal pace. 

“You gonna tell me what happened in there? What made you all worked up, so much so I had to do breathing excersises with you which we hadnt done in ages, god last time we did them was when you caught him cheating with Em” and suddnely his eyes go wide realising that thats what happpened. “oh bug!” he says scooching over to give me a hug. Knowing me too well at this point to realise, that in that moment thats exactly what I needed a good hug from my best mate. 

I start tearing up again, “I saw them together, Matty and I thought I was doing so well as well I hadnt thought of him until a couple of days ago.Yet, I saw him in the flesh and it feels like I’ve now taken three steps back.”

“No, you havent bug, not at all, It’s natural it generally is, do you remember when I got cheated on?” he asks me I just nod in reply “well I remember she disappeared a while after that. And then like a year later I saw her, in cafe nero when i was working, god the tears all started to come out then, I had to get out of there, and because of that I got fired, it was right in the middle of morning rush aswell” “so thats why you got fired, we all thought it was because you burnt yourself or set off a smoke alarm lighting a joint in the bathroom, but awwh Matty you’re so sweet, I never thought you would be that heartbroken over her, we were only 15/16″ 

“Look, I’m just saying it’s natural to feel like you’ve gone back in time, anyway are we gonna go back inside or do you just wanna get out of here?”

“Just want to get out of here, I don’t think I can face him if I’m being perfectly honest, sorry stink you probably want to go back inside an enjoy the rest of your time with everyone, probably pick up a girl too.”

“No. No. don’t be sorry bug, you have every right to. Besides I’m probably gonna yosh in someones mouth soon if I stay any longer, plus I dont want some random coming up and going in for the kiss” reaching inside his blazer pocket to check for the time “and It’s 5 past three I can hardly see and if i stay up any longer I’ll probably pass out so its probably best if we go now anyway.” 

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end of chap 4

[literallyjusthereforlucemond]

okay so part 3 i think?? (Im angry as hell cus i got mental blocked and didn't write shit for days)

Lucerys stumbles to his dorm sweaty, tired, and absolutely done with the world. He opts to just lay down till next week but his pending business calculus homework needed to be finished lest his shitty old professor yaps at him again. He reaches for his bag and rummages through his stuff blindly. He spends a solid minute just fumbling before he suddenly stills, he forgot the fucking homework, on the fucking bench, with fucking Aemond. Wasting no time, he hurriedly slipped on his shoes and ran for it. Luckily the university campus was just literally across the dorms so it just took him three minutes of running. He arrives at the exact same bench, kneels, then frantically searches every crevice of the damn bench. Some students were still around despite it being 9 pm already, they looked at him like he's fucking crazy, no doubt with his disheveled appearance. He couldn't give a shit, his business calculus paper is gone and he's livid as fuck. He trudges back to the dorms even sweatier and tired as all shit.

A solid thirty minutes was spent just laying face down on his shitty couch, Lucerys is tired as shit. He thinks of ways to contact his uncle, the devil on his shoulder even opts to just let his paper be missing, be done with all the complex shit. The angel on his shoulder however, insists he finds the damn paper, Lucerys just lays there for ten more minutes before deciding to grab his phone and visit the University Instagram page. He doesn't even have to scroll, the person he's looking for is literally the second latest post, he sees Aemond's infuriating little handsome smirk, the abundance of top student awards and credits crowd his eyes. Just beneath all that was Aemond's instagram tagged, his feed mostly consisted of Helaena, Alicent, and 3 little kids who he remembers as his sweet aunts children. Barely anything of Aegon or even himself for the matter, Aemond's pinned post however, is himself, shirtless, water glistening of his body as he steps out of an insanely huge pool. Lucerys is pleasantly flabbergasted, his shit uncle is undeniably attractive and his eyes can't stop staring. His hands are itching to click the follow button.

The demon on his shoulder was just enticing, 'don't swallow your pride idiot', Lucerys ponders on it again. He's not actually even sure if Aemond has his paper, the asshole probably didn't even see it, or worse he saw it and how plain it was, had a laugh and just threw it away, 'that would be such an Aemond move' he thinks. His body nonetheless disregards his thoughts and clicks on the follow button. He sits on his shitty couch with baited breath, his uncle is definitely online and probably already saw the notification. He almost drops his phone in surprise when a notification indicated that Aemond followed him back.

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Aemond's lounging around the University cafeteria, he finished studying hours ago and is now just lazing around. His eye just flits over several instagram posts, he doesn't open it often on account of not exactly being keen on social media, imagine his delight when Lucerys' name pops up on his phone. He chuckles a little then clicks on the little icon to view his nephews feed. A healthy amount of Lucerys' posts consisted of his family and a small orange cat, it's simple and unsurprising. He follows back without any intention of messaging. His boredom persists and he wants his nephew to seek him out.

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Lucerys continued to stay rooted to his couch impatiently waiting for Aemond to hit him up, he knows he shoudn't. He followed first afterall and it's obvious on why. Few more minutes passed before he gets infuriated, his asshole uncle is definitely doing this on purpose. Making him message first and humiliate himself further, surely that brings great pleasure to his shitty uncle. He goes to send a message.

-;Aemond

Ten minutes passed before he gets a response.

- Lucerys.

-; I assume you know why i messaged you?

- I don't actually,care to tell me why nephew?

This infuriating fuck. Lucerys huffs while typing out a response.

-; Well uncle, I've messaged you to ask if you've seen my paper.

- Paper? Im not so sure if I've seen it nephew. Was it an assignment?

-; Yes uncle it's my fucking assignment, please give it back.

Aemond is having fun, Lucerys is sure of it. The assholes responses are increasingly getting more and more infuriating. He doesn't even realize that he's groaning everytime Aemond types something.

- Oh yes, I have it at the moment. Though im not sure if you need it back, the paper did seem blank afterall.

Lucerys is considering murder, his entire encounter with Aemond has been nothing but annoying. Three jabs already, but Lucerys wills himself to stay civil. I mean as civil as possible considering his already previous cursing.

-; I was already in progress of asnwring it uncle so give it back.

- * Answering, and are you that disrespectful nephew? Where's my please?

Annoying and a grammar nazi, "how fun could this conversation get?" Lucerys thinks to himself.

-; Can I please get my paper back uncle?

Lucerys expects another annoying ass reply but instead he's made to wait twenty harrowing minutes before he's given a reply.

- Tomorrow, cafeteria, 8 am sharp.

Lucerys groans even harder now, what kind of monster gets up at 8 am? His classes don't even start that early. He drags himself to bed already dreading his decisions. That fucking professor better appreciate his effort.

YAY PART 3!! I don't even know if anyone waited for this BEJWBAIWJ. Regardless here it is and yes I'll definitely do a part 4. Im spiritually attached to this au. And it's canon as fuck that Aemond is a grammar nazi, he's a prick like that.

[chidoroki]

182 Days of TPN - Day 66

Chapter 66: “The Forbidden Game, Part 1”

Ooohoho boy, here they come. Their designs are a hundred times better than any wild, enemy demon shown in season two.

Did Emma’s possession of the pen not already make it clear that she was unlike the other kids? Or the fact that she was dropped off here alone? And I know it’s not visible most of the time with the shelter jacket & turtleneck, but surely catching a glimpse of Emma’s ID on her neck would help prove she’s not one of the usual Grand Valley kids.

Normal people would usually run in the opposite direction if they heard a scream. Clearly, our girl doesn’t fall into that category and I mean that in the most sincere way possible.

These poor Grand Valley kids getting quite a rude awaken to what kind of world they’re living in by being hunted by demons. It’s like getting shipped straight to your death from Grace Field almost seems less troublesome than fighting for your life every three days for years on end.

It’s not gonna be the last time we hear prey get a ten second head start. But yeah, I must really be blind if I’m only noticing now that Luce has four arms. I wanna say I must’ve noticed it sometime before and perhaps I just forgot, but I really dunno.

I did question why the face of one of Luce’s assistants was all messed up in other panels, but it seems I got my answer as it was Monica who managed to cause some damage. Now that’s something I have no memory of. Good for her!

When you’re so boring that the most dangerous poacher actually ends up letting you go instead. Quite some luck you have there, Johnny. (unfortunately it doesn’t last the whole story.)

Aahha, she is so quick to act! Kinda impressive how no one even realized she was running towards them until this moment either.

This! Literally all of this is fantastic! The damn accuracy she has even during a spur of the moment decision and how she would’ve definitely killed Luce if Leuvis didn’t step in to catch the axe with this skinny, chopstick-looking fingers. (S2 denied us of many things but at least we got this stunning animatic from Note to swoon over.)

Her mind is going a mile a minute and she still manages to look to the bright side of things despite the very dangerous situation she got thrown into.

He’s a complete psycho, but I’ll be damned, he does make for a real threatening antagonist (not the best in my mind, of course, but still way up there, like second). I actually had him in my top ten once upon a time, but switched him out with Oliver last minute.

Favorite panel/moment:

I can’t remember exactly who on here said way back whenever how these panels show more character development for Emma than all of season two, but YES. Absolutely true!