#lockwood and co lockwood

[why-what-no]

Always Have Me

Pairing: Anthony Lockwood x Reader

Warnings: Slight depictions of violence. Me being obsessed with this show. Might be idiots in love, idk

Notes: Felt a little odd writing this about teenagers, but the actors are like a lot older than I am (why am i so in love with Lockwood’s actor?? He’s so pretty boy) and it’s totally PG, so I figured it was fine

Summary: When Lockwood’s friend and associate, aka the person he might even love, got injured during a case, he was more scared than he had been in a very long time. Leading to him dealing with his feelings in a less than productive way until the “friend” finally confronts him

Honestly, (Y/N) didn’t even feel it. But they could blame that on the shock.

Later on, when they’d ask George about it, he’d tell him quietly and morosely (like even the memory caused him pain), how dodging a ghost’s outstretched hand had led to the young operative tripping down a flight of stairs and slamming down onto splintered wood.

Wood that had pierced them right in the side. Which admittedly was gruesome, but (Y/N) just counted themself lucky that they had escaped being ghost touched. Lucy had told them about what happened to her old friends, and the thought of leaving behind their housemates terrified them.

All they could hear was the ghost’s shriek as their team neutralized it and…

And Lockwood’s voice - muffled, terrified. “No, no! (Y/N), stay with us. It’ll be okay! George! Call for help!”

***

Lockwood could barely stay focused in his fear. The moment he saw (Y/N) disappear down the stairs, his attention fully left the ghost that they were trying to contain. Bolting after his friend, not even thinking of the possibility of getting touched by the ghost. It didn’t even matter in his mind, if something happened to (Y/N) then it didn’t matter what happened to him.

The horrific sight of his friend - although honestly at that point ‘friend’ sounded like too weak of a word for their attachment - bleeding out send a coldness through his body. Kneeling over them, not knowing what to do, he could only attempt to comfort them as he yelled for George to get help.

Lockwood always felt a bit out of his element around (Y/N). A good kind of awkward, but awkward nonetheless. He’d read the books they’d like so he’d have something to talk about with them, and he’d try to be suave and charming but they’d always tease him about it. A little grin on their face that made it all worth it.

But in this moment. There was no awkwardness, just the knowledge that he completely forget what he was supposed to do. The imagined image of him lowering their casket into the ground imprinted in his mind as he begged (Y/N) to stay awake.

***

(Y/N) woke up in a hospital bed, obviously DEPRAC from the document on the clipboard that the nurse was holding. They let the woman fuss over them for a second, before beginning to push her to let them see their friends.

As Lockwood, George, & Lucy burst into the room, (Y/N) could only grin at how glad they were to see them. Only a few months ago, nobody cared if they were dead or alive. Now, they had a family who cared about them with all their hearts and souls.

“Are you okay?” Lucy asked, her sweet face wide with worry.

“We thought you were gonna die…”

“You were bleeding like mad…”

As George and Lucy talked over each other in their concern, Lockwood finally spoke. “Okay, you lot. Let them take a breath, it’s been a rough go.” He stood back, not getting close to take their hand or pat them on the shoulder. Which wasn’t a good feeling for (Y/N), but he never stopped looking at them, making them feel a little better. “Are you alright?” His brow was knitted in concern, as well as another emotion that (Y/N) couldn’t quite read on his face.

(Y/N) was close to all their housemates, but ever since they met Lockwood there was this pull that they felt for the handsome young operative. He seems to make every room he entered brighter, every joke he told lifted their spirits. They’d never felt so happy to be alive until they moved to 35 Portland Row.

“I’ll live.” They mustered up a smile, not wanting to make their friends more worried than the three of them clearly already were. “Just get me back home as soon as possible.”

They missed the comfort and familiarity already. The old knickknacks and books lining most surfaces, the smell of wood, paper, coffee, and whatever delicious thing George was cooking.

Lockwood smiled back. “I promise.”

And as usual, he kept his promise. It took a couple of days, but soon (Y/N) was healed enough to return to the agency and start getting back to normal. Helping George out around the house and researching new cases.

There was one problem, however. Ever since they had returned, Lockwood was… distant. Never alone in a room with (Y/N), never making excuses to speak to them and spend time with them like he did before they were injured. No, he just acted like they were just some acquaintance.

It broke their heart more than they cared to admit. Having got so used to Lockwood being so important in their life, that the loss of it felt like something had been stolen from (Y/N).

Lucy noticed the disquiet that (Y/N) was feeling. “Go talk to him, yeah? I’m sure it’s fine and you two can sort this out.” She told them comfortingly. “He was so worried about you when you were hurt. Nearly wore a hole in his shoes with his pacing.”

So they did. It took a bit to work up the courage, but eventually they managed to find him in the library.

He looked elegant in the dim light, although he was always beautiful looking. Entirely focused on the book in front of him, his hand on his chin with the curves of his face accentuated by shadows.

It almost felt sacrilegious to ruin this moment, but (Y/N) needed his attention. “Is everything alright?” They asked.

Lockwood jumped a bit as the words broke through the silence. He looked nervous for a second, before masking that emotion behind one of his calm, superiority complex-ridden expressions. “Of course.” He said, putting the book down and standing up. “Why wouldn’t it be? Did something happen?”

“You tell me. You’ve barely spoken to me in days, Lockwood.” Judging by the slight guilt on his face, he knew exactly that they were talking about. “What happened. What did I do?”

That immediately got through to him. “Nothing.” He said quickly. “You didn’t do anything, you’re wonderful.”

“Then why…”

“I was so useless.” He them her off, eyes glancing anywhere but at (Y/N). “You were hurt and I wanted to help and I just… I completely forgot my training.”

They’d rarely seen him this vulnerable before, a strange sort of desperation in his eyes that made them want to pull him close and never let go of him. “I’m fine, I’m going to be fine. You were there, that’s all that matters.” (Y/N) tried to consol him. He always had this need to be the defender, the one to look after everybody. It broke (Y/N)‘s heart sometimes how ragged he’d run himself trying to make that a reality.

“No it’s not all that matters. I’m supposed to protect you, and I couldn’t even do that!”

“That’s not your job, Lockwood.” They reached up to cup his cheek, trying to give him some sort of comfort. Almost immediately he leaned into their touch, raising his hand to lay in on top of theirs and wrap his fingers through theirs.

“It is. I…” He tried to decide best how to say what he needed to. To get across the emotions that he felt whenever he was around (Y/N). “I don’t know what I’d do if I didn’t have you here with me.” He finally said, looking down at his feet to avoid seeing their eyes.

But they took matters into their own hands, tilting his face up so that he was looking at them once again. Their eyes slightly watering, but a small smile was playing on their lips.

“You don’t have to do anything.” They told him. “You’ll always have me.”

There was a relief in his eyes as they told him that. “Promise?” He was deathly serious, needing to hear them say it.

And they just leaned forward to kiss him, surprising him at first but thrilling him at the same time. He quickly reciprocated, taking their face in his hands to keep them close to him, never wanting to let go of them now that he finally had them in his arms.

“I promise.” They told him when they finally leaned away to breath. And fully intended to keep that promise. They needed him as much as he needed them

[liveandbreathemusicals]

Gay people will be like “this is my comfort show!” And then show you the most emotionally devastating, stress-inducing, tragic piece of media you have ever witnessed

[janegrey9]

it should be against the law for streaming services to use shows they canceled to advertise. stop parading her dead body around you bitch you literally killed her

[absolutechaosss]

My local bookstore is so fed up and tbh I love that for them they should choose violence more

[awakefor48hours]

Thinking about her (a show that was cancelled unjustly) again

[amoderndreamletdown]

Children's novels are so funny because a character can die brutally but as long as nobody swears it's ok

[yellow-dejavu]

[dani-luminae]

Something something "if I had a nickel for every time... wouldn't be a lot but it's weird annoying that it happened twice three times!"

Anyways. What does Netflix have against this one specific category lmao

[lewkwoodnco]

locklyle incorrect quotes (inspired by this post!) LOCKWOOD & CO. (2023)

[sunnylemonss]

it should be illegal for netflix to print their little "now a netflix series!" circles DIRECTLY on the cover of books that inspired shows they've cancelled

[why-what-no]

💕 My Valentine 💕

Pairing: Anthony Lockwood x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None, Idiots in love

Notes: Damn, didn’t think I’d get this done by the time Valentine’s Day ended. But I did, which is awesome

Summary: Lockwood told his team that he will ask out the girl he likes on Valentine’s Day, making his best friend realize that she’s in love with him. But while she thinks her heart is now broken, she may come to find that he feels the same as her

Valentine’s Day never brought many strong emotions to (Y/N). It was a holiday, one but she acknowledged but never really celebrated. Romance had never really been a part of her life, too caught up in ghost hunting to notice, she it didn’t really matter.

Until this year, when waking up on Valentine’s Day brought her nothing but misery.

She had been living at 35 Portland row for half a year now, officially at home in their old agency. Her fellow agents were practically family, and she loved each and every one of them dearly.

But there was one in particular that…

Lockwood and (Y/N) had hit it off almost the moment they met. It was like they clicked perfectly into place. He quickly became her best friend, rarely seen without her.

It got to the point where nearly everyone they met thought they were a couple. His arm slung over her chair casually when they were eating out, faces almost touching when they were pouring over a book researching together, more inside jokes than Lucy and George could keep up with. So it wasn’t surprising when they got the occasional “So how long have you been together.” or “You’re such a lovely young couple.”

The two would always correct whoever said those things, brushing it off with a laugh. They always said that they were just friends.

Just.

Friends.

That was all.

And it was all they were.

Until the day before Valentine’s Day, where they were all eating lunch and George brought up Valentines. Lucy told them that she had asked out a girl who worked at Fitte’s, while George talked about having a movie night with a fellow researcher.

But what had shocked all of them was when Lockwood causally mentioned that he planned to ask a girl he liked out on Valentine’s Day.

“Wait, what?” (Y/N) asked, mouth agape. She knew she should be happy for him, but… “Why didn’t you tell me about this?”

Lockwood looked nervous for a second before composing himself. “Slipped my mind.” He told her. “Honestly it didn’t even seem that important.”

“I…” She was honestly offended that he had forgot to tell her. She told him everything, even the most menial things. But did he not do the same? Was she just realizing this? And he always acted like he cared about the non important things she told him. But did he even really?

George looked back and forth at them before cutting in. “Well, good luck on that, mate. She’s a lucky girl.”

Lucy was looking at (Y/N) with… well, if (Y/N) didn’t know any better, she’d say it was pity.

That night she lay in bed, trying to figure out why this news made her want to cry so badly.

Obviously, she knew that Lockwood wouldn’t completely abandon her and their friendship for some girl. He was better than that. And if he really liked this girl, then obviously she would make him happy. And (Y/N) also wanted him to be happy. So logically she should support it. Logically…

Logically…

And then the realization hit her. Making her feel like an idiot.

All that time denying any feelings for Lockwood, saying that they were just friends. She wasn’t just sad that he hadn’t told her that he was asking a girl out, she was sad that it wasn’t her. She was sad that she couldn’t spend Valentine’s Day with him. Hand in hand, certain that the man she adored the most loved her.

Her feelings for him were strong than she had thought.

***

So Valentine’s Day morning, she woke up to the feelings of love and heartbreak all at once and for the first time in her life. Not the ideal start to the morning, and the thought of facing Lockwood now terrified her.

Although (Y/N) was too embarrassed to admit it, her main plan for the day was avoid him. She convinced herself that it wasn’t out of cowardice, but kindness. Lockwood already had a girl that he was interested in. He didn’t need her falling over herself for him. (Y/N) wanted to let him be happy away from her.

Self sacrifice had always been in her nature, just as it was for Lockwood. Although for both of them as well, self sacrifice was usually a cover for self destruction.

So she barely spoke to him over breakfast, choosing to sit between Lucy and George instead of take her usual place beside Lockwood.

Honestly, it surprised all her friends, but they chose not to speak up about it.

After breakfast, she got up to go to the library but Lockwood stopped her in the hall. “Hey, (Y/N).” He sounded nervous, breathless like he had just been out for a run, even though she knew he had done nothing of the sort. “I have something I need to ask you.”

That terrified (Y/N), thousands of terrible possibilities in her head. Plus, being this close to him was making her head spin. “Um, I’m busy right now.” She blurted out. “Ask me later.”

He seemed disappointed. “But…”

She used the moment to make a quick getaway. Ashamedly hiding in her room all day. Not wanting to face him, to think of him spending the day with another girl.

Until finally, she couldn’t take it any more. Disgusted with herself for running away and tired of lying to herself and to Lockwood, she stood up. Reaching for her door and opening it, only to reveal that Lockwood was on the other side.

His hand was up as if he was about to knock on the door, as shocked as she was about her sudden appearance as she was for his.

Their confusion both worked past their fear, because they blurted out what they wanted to say at the exact same time.

“Please don’t go out with her today.”

“Will you go out with me today?”

(Y/N) and Lockwood both froze, trying to process what the other one had said.

“What?”

“I…”

“What did you say?”

Perhaps the holiday wasn’t going to be so awful after all?

Lockwood took a deep breath. “I realize that this might not be the most romantic way to ask.” He chuckled apologetically. “But will you be my Valentine?”

“But… me? I thought… you said you were going to ask some girl?” (Y/N) could barely understand what was happening.

Chuckling at her obliviousness and confusion, Lockwood stepped closer. Beginning to regain his usual confidence. “It’s you, love. It’s only ever been you.”

As she began to smile, he continued. “I finally understood it a couple of weeks ago after I realized how happy I felt when people mistook us for a couple. Knew I wanted it to be real.”

(Y/N) nodded slowly, not totally certain that this wasn’t a dream. As if she had been ghost locked without knowing and was in whatever the comatose version of heaven was. “I want that too.” She softly told him, making him grin.

And while his grin was soft and small, he was inwardly delighted. Mentally wiping sweat from his brow at the relief he felt.

He always thought (Y/N) deserved the best in love, far better than him. He couldn’t believe that she would even give him the time of day, much less accept his proclamation of love. But she was there in front of him, staring up at his with these eyes filled with love and it almost made him want to weep with joy.

He felt whole.

***

When they got home right before dark, grinning from their date and hands linked together, George and Lucy let out noises of celebration when they saw them.

“Finally!” Lucy exclaimed. “You fools finally realized what the rest of us had known from the start.”

“Ha ha ha.” Lockwood shook his head indulgently. “If that is the case, then that begs the question: why didn’t you just tell us if you’re so bloody perceptive?”

“We did! You pigheaded stubborn idiots wouldn’t listen.”

“Yeah. And that’s not even the real question.” George spoke up, looking directly at Lucy. “The real question is who wins our bet.”

“What?”

“George and I had a bet.” Lucy explained, trying to hide a smirk. “If you of you asked the other out before Valentine’s Day, he got 20 quid. If you two did it after Valentine’s Day, I did.”

“But we didn’t think he would ask you out ON Valentine’s Day.” George grumbled. “Which was admittedly an oversight.”

“I say I win.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Well, hold on…!”

As the two of them playfully argued in front of (Y/N) and Lockwood, she look the chance to look up at her love. “I think it means that we win.” She whispered to him.

“Oh, absolutely.” He laughed quietly, looking at her softly. Leaning down to give her a gentle Valentine’s Day kiss.

[nyra-42]

Just me . . . reopening tumblr for the third time in the last 30 minutes checking to see if anyone posted anything new since I checked 5 minutes ago.

[soup-sponge]

it's them

[itsthenovelteafactor]

if i had a nickel for every time netflix released a show about a diverse group of teenagers who become a found family while dealing with ghostly shenanigans that received critical acclaim and developed a passionate and loyal fanbase in spite of little promotion only to unceremoniously cancel it after one season for nonspecific reasons, i would have

four

goddamn

nickels

[starlightandmagic]

Good morning to everyone, except Netflix who keeps cancelling perfectly good shows for no fathomable reason. Fuck you in particular actually.