#ot3: best agents in london

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CoT3 / Iron Trio + Feeding Each Other

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if a leverage x white collar collab happened, how do you think each character would react to each other? would peter become another one of their fbi buddies? would sophie and neal compete against each other? how, in your opinion, would that look?

I think my ideal of what would happen is pretty much what I wrote in The Neal Caffrey Job, but I do have a LOT more ideas about possible interactions between teams:

Parker and Mozzie know each other from when Parker was younger (pre-Archie) and Mozzie took her under his wing to teach her how to be a thief (I wanted to include more of them together in TNCJ but it didn't fit)

Parker and Neal both tried to steal the same item at the same time once before, and fucked up the other's plan enough that neither was able to get the item in question (or one of them came out on top, leading to a lifelong grudge which rears its head when the two teams have to work together)

I do think Jones and Hardison would geek out over tech together. That's another thing I couldn't quite make fit in TNCJ, but Jones is the tech guy of the White Collar team, and I think they'd get along

Peter is too smart to get duped by the Leverage crew for long and (unfortunately) his morals are not flexible enough to willingly work with them, though I think El would be much more sympathetic and could convince him not to pursue too aggressively. Like, the Leverage crew would kick marks in NYC Peter's way once they're done with them and have had the big reveal, allowing Peter to arrest them, but Peter would never condone what the Leverage crew does, if that makes sense

I think Neal would want to work with the Leverage crew if he heard what they were doing, but wouldn't be able to help too directly so he does his best to help by putting Peter in the right place at the right time to catch the bad guys (Neal definitely joins Leverage International post s6)

I looooove the idea of Diana recognizing Sophie from her life as the child of a diplomat (yet another thing I couldn't make fit in TNCJ). I think it would be hilarious if Diana saw Sophie and got curious and went looking up a bunch of her aliases, suddenly realizing like two dozen famous people are actually all just the same woman

I also think it would be fun if Neal saw the Leverage ot3 being together and then looked at El and Peter with a little lightbulb moment

Ok last thing to consider: Sarah moves to London at the end of s4. We know that Astrid Pickford (Sophie's step daughter) is an Interpol agent, presumably based in London. I think they would have a lot in common, and they should definitely meet up for drinks and talk about the thieves in their lives and about how they both had to put aside their morals a bit to make sure the right thing got done and then make out about it

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world building wednesday for lydia shepard! i'm sure you've said most of them before but i like hearing about her!

no thank you for asking!!!

B A S I C S

full name: (legally) lydia shepard, birth name unknown

gender: lady

sexuality: i don’t think she’s thought about it. she’d probably think she’s straight as a kid. as an adult, the best descriptor would probably be pan

pronouns: she/her

O T H E R S

family: none biological that she knows of (i’ve been thinking lately that her biological father is still alive). she grew up with a sister (unrelated) who died before she enlisted.

birthplace: unknown; assumed to be london. in reality it was probably in a small town on the english eastern coast

job: during the series, military commander; post-canon, independent spectre agent and alliance military advisor

phobias: asphyxiation; drowning/deep water; failure

guilty pleasures: smoking, old books, (rarely) pricey earth cuisine, usually only on shore leave when someone else talks her into it

M O R A L S

morality alignment?: i guess neutral good, with occasional spots of lawful neutral? i’ve always had a problem pinning moralities because some parts of shepard’s actions are canonically chaotic, lol

sins – pride, envy, wrath (the last is tempered but definitely still there)

virtues – charity, diligence… i hesitate before saying humility because i don’t think of her as a person who plays down her achievements, exactly, but i think of her as a “i’ll tell you what i do and what i did, but i won’t talk about myself” kind of person

T H I S - O R - T H A T

introvert/extrovert: introverted

organized/disorganized: organized

close minded/open-minded: open-minded with others’ problems, closed with her own personal life. like, she’s more likely to encourage other people to try this or that solution, but for her own problems she’s gonna pick the fastest, easiest solution that requires the least effort.

calm/anxious: she can come off calmly on the outside but inside has like a million tabs open and five alarms are going off at once

disagreeable/agreeable: depends who you ask lol. most people find her agreeable but they are definitely none of the politicians she’s argued with

cautious/reckless: cautious like 99% of the time out of training that prioritizes saving peoples’ lives, but when there’s no other option or when with a talented crew she trusts and whose limits she knows (eg most missions in me3), she feels more flexibility to be creative

patient/impatient: depends; she’s patient with honest mistakes and civilians, but impatient with incompetent people in positions of power

outspoken/reserved: reserved

leader/follower: leader, though i think she knows when it’s someone else’s turn to lead (eg she’d follow anderson or hackett out of loyalty)

empathetic/unemphatic: usually empathetic

optimistic/pessimistic: optimistic with her goals, but usually pessimistic with human/organic nature, if that makes sense. like, she can publicly argue for an ideal solution (building the crucible), while privately doubting the galaxy might ever get their shit together and come together enough to build it

traditional/modern: modern

hard-working/lazy: she sleeps maybe 5hrs a night

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

otp: shepard/garrus

ot3: shepard/garrus/ashley

brotp: shepard & ashley or kasumi

notp: shepard/any of the old men in the series lol

world building questions

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lucy thinks she’s orpheus. george thinks he’s horatio. lockwood just knows he’s in a tragedy.

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Portland Row Trio - Tugging!

Tugging - being able to feel a tug in the direction of your soulmate if they are feeling a strong emotion

Lucy had always been pulled south. 

She hadn’t always dreamt of moving to London. As a child she’d been content with her life in the north, running barefoot through the fields and climbing trees with Mary. Even after she began at Jacobs, Lucy thought she’d end up in Newcastle like Jody and Beth, or Durham like Sarah, or stay in her little village and marry a nice boy like Michelle. London was worlds away, a pipe dream at most.  

But when she felt her soulmate’s tug, it was always south. It never mattered where in town she was, never mattered how far she wandered or how far she traveled for a job. Lucy’s soulmate was always south. 

The first time she felt the tug, Lucy cried. She barely remembered it now, she’d only been three or four at the time, but the overwhelming sense of grief that pulled at her heart was too much for her to bear. Mum had scolded her for throwing a fit while she cooked supper and Dad had yelled at Jody and Michelle to shut her up. Lucy hadn’t had the words to describe the sadness that had overcome her, but she knew that it was leading her somewhere, somewhere away from home. She’d made it to the garden before someone scooped her up and smacked her bottom, which only made her cry harder. In the end Lucy had gone to bed without supper; she was far too upset to eat, anyways. 

After that, Lucy didn’t tell anyone when she felt the tugs of her soulmate. Not when she was overcome with rage and shame while picking flowers in the schoolyard. Not when she felt an elation on Christmas that didn’t correspond with the secondhand rapier her mother had foisted on her, a silent command to become an agent. Not when her heart broke in two during a normal training session and she’d been sent home for her hysterics, pay docked for the lost hours. 

Everyone else spoke of their soulmates openly. Sarah found hers in town, a sweet lad who lived down the street. Before she left home, she’d told Lucy that he’d found her on the day their father died, when she’d been so overcome with relief that she’d wept. He could feel her, he’d said, knew how to find her without even seeing her. Lucy thought that sounded useful, if not a bit creepy. 

Once, after a long day of working and a long night of drinking, Mum had told Lucy and Mary that she’d felt it when their father died. She’d felt his fear and his pain, had felt a sudden pull east towards the rail station, then…nothing. All that remained had been a cold, empty nothing. 

Mary had cried but Lucy’s eyes remained dry. The nothing meant her father wasn’t a Visitor, and that was more than enough comfort for her. People whose soulmates returned were said to be driven mad by the pull, by the constant loop of anger and sorrow.

It was almost a relief to Lucy that she didn’t feel that fear, that pain, that nothing after the mill incident. Her team had been her closest friends for half of her life and they’d been snatched from her so horrifically, but at least she hadn’t felt it. At least none of them had felt her terror as they died. 

So when she left home in the wee hours of the morning, Lucy didn’t have to think twice about where she would go. The answer had always been: south. 

---

Lucy didn’t feel her soulmate much after joining Lockwood & Co. 

That wasn’t unusual. Most people didn’t live in a state of constant heightened emotion. Her soulmate probably had a normal job or went to school, lived a life free of danger and excitement. Lucy often wondered if she kept them up at night, when jobs went a bit sideways or she walked in on George in the bath. She wondered if they thought of her at all. 

George had asked her about her soulmate once, when they’d been reading in comfortable silence at the kitchen table. He had some Xeroxed articles in front of him from the Archives, studies on soulmates and the dead. Lucy wasn’t very interested in her own mystery novel, so she’d tossed it aside to answer his questions. 

“I’ve never met them,” she’d said with a shrug. “Not even sure where they are. South of my hometown, I know that for certain.” 

George nodded, peering at her over his glasses. “Mine’s all over the place,” he admitted. “Most often North, but not always. They must live in London, I just haven’t pinpointed them yet.” 

“When was the last time you felt them?” Lucy asked, propping her chin in her hand. 

To her surprise, George looked a bit bashful. “Well…don’t misunderstand this, but…the night you and Lockwood burnt down the Hope house.” 

“What, you don’t think…?” Lucy glanced up at the ceiling, to where Lockwood’s bedroom sat just out of sight. George shook his head. 

“I thought so as well, at first, but there have been times I’ve felt the pull while with Lockwood, and it wasn’t towards him.” For some reason, Lucy felt relief, but she couldn’t be sure why. “What about you?” 

“Well…” Lucy paused. “I thought felt it at Combe Carey, but it was all over the place, and everything happened so fast. I think I get it confused with my Touch sometimes.” 

George gave her a shit-eating grin. “Is your soulmate an evil monk ghost?”

Lucy pretended to consider it, tapping a finger against her lips. “Well, I do like them tall, dark, and crazy.” 

“What about me?” Lockwood stood in the doorway, society magazine tucked under his arm. His shirt was rumpled, tie draped loosely around his neck. Lucy wondered if he’d been dozing in the library. 

“We’ve decided Lucy’s soulmate was one of the demon monks from Combe Carey,” George said. 

Lockwood didn’t have the courtesy to look fazed. He simply chuckled and plopped down in the chair next to Lucy, tossing his magazine down next to Lucy’s discarded novel. “I’d have thought it would be Annabel Ward, if we’re choosing Visitors who died before we were born.” 

“Do you know your soulmate, Lockwood?” Lucy asked. 

“No,” he said simply. “If they want to find me, I won’t oppose, but all that—love, dating, marriage—it’s not in my plans.” 

“That’s a bit of a reductionist take on soulmates,” George admonished. “It’s not just about getting married and having 2.5 kids and a white picket fence. They could be platonic or familial, a lifelong companion of some sort, a twin flame—or flames! There have been instances of three or more soulmates all finding each other, or soulmates who have other soulmates outside of each other. It’s a literal connection of the soul.” 

Lucy liked listening to George talk when he was excited about something. His eyes would light up and his hands would dance all over the place. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Lockwood watching him, too, with an easy grin. 

“I surrender, George,” he said, hands raised in defeat. “I was being reductionist. Maybe one day I’ll find my soulmate, but it’s not at the top of my to-do list. I’ve got my team; that’s all I need.” 

“That’s insane,” George retorted, but he was smiling. 

Lucy decided then and there that she agreed with Lockwood. She didn’t need her soulmate, not as long as she had her boys and her home in Portland Row. 

---

In the end, it shouldn’t have been surprising. 

Somehow, in some stupid way, they were all still blindsided by it. 

The job had gone wrong. Lucy thought that should have been the agency’s motto: Something WILL go wrong, guaranteed! Nothing was on fire and nobody had broken any bones—yet—but if they didn’t hurry up and find the source, someone was bound to die. 

The poltergeist was a strong one, throwing knives and chairs and other detritus all throughout the house. They’d all been separated pretty quickly, torn apart by the raging wind and flying projectiles. Lucy was trapped in the hallway between the kitchen and the sitting room, shielding herself behind a tea tray that had nearly decapitated her. She could hear the poltergeist’s screams, could feel that the source was somewhere nearby, but without anyone to guard her back she had no hope of finding it. 

Then—a flash of terror, searing pain in her ribs, and an overwhelming pull in her chest had her sprinting toward the kitchen, dodging flying books and debris. Something glanced off her head and she could feel blood trickling down her temple, but Lucy couldn’t concentrate on that, not when her soulmate was in trouble. 

When she found George, he was pinned to the wall by the kitchen table, struggling to break free. That explained the pain in her ribs. That explained why she’d been pulled to London her whole life. 

That didn’t explain why she now felt a pull upstairs. 

“George!” She cried, stumbling across the room to him. She batted down pots and pans that came at them with the tea tray, ignoring the ones that met her back as she wrestled the table away. George sank to the ground, gasping for air, but he grabbed Lucy’s arms, eyes wide and terrified. 

“Lockwood,” he panted. “He’s in- he’s in trouble- I can feel-”

Lucy nodded, pulling him to his feet. “Me too.” 

“And- your head- I could feel-”

“Yeah.” Lucy grabbed his hand and tugged. “Yeah, I know.” 

“Okay.” George followed her from the kitchen, slashing at the airborne cutlery. “Source?” 

“Hallway. Under the floorboards, I think.” Lucy ran past the spot, not giving it a glance. “Lockwood first.” 

“Lockwood first,” George agreed. His grip on her hand tightened. “Hurry.” 

Lucy felt it as well, a swell of fear and then…nothing. That nothing scared her more than the poltergeist at her back, more than the way her head spun from the scent of blood, more than any pain she’d ever experienced. She sped up her pace, taking the stairs two at a time. 

On the landing of the top floor, Lockwood’s body was sprawled across the pea-green carpet, rapier still clutched loosely in his hand. His eyes were closed, face too pale, chest too still-

“He’s breathing,” George said. “Lucy, he’s okay, he’s alive.” 

Lucy didn’t realize she was crying. She hadn’t cried over her soulmate in years, and now look at her, weeping like that little girl in the garden all those years ago. She collapsed on top of Lockwood’s chest, hand still entwined with George’s, and sobbed. Sobbed for all those times she felt their pain and grief, sobbed for all those times they’d felt hers, sobbed for the nothing she’d feared so viscerally. 

“Did I die?” A voice below her asked. “Why’s Lucy cryin- George, are you crying?” 

Lucy pulled back to see Lockwood’s eyes open and trained on her. He was wincing a bit, struggling to sit up, but his gaze seemed clear and lucid. A goose-egg was forming on his forehead, where the poltergeist must have nailed him with something heavy. 

Before either of them could say anything, Lockwood put a hand to his chest, face twisted in confusion and sadness. Then he looked up, glanced between them, and said, “Oh.” 

“Yeah,” George said, voice thick with tears. “Guess we found you after all.” 

“We should probably-” Lockwood motioned vaguely. “Poltergeists feed on emotion, and all that.” 

Lucy couldn’t help but laugh. “We’ve realized we’re all soulmates and that’s your reaction?” 

Lockwood grinned at her. “Well, it makes sense. You’re my team, my- my family. Of course we’re soulmates.” 

“I don’t care how injured he is,” George muttered to Lucy. “I’m drowning him in the tub when we get home.” 

“C’mon, I know where the source is,” Lucy said, pulling her boys to their feet. “Someone fetch me a crowbar and a net.” 

Containing the source would be a remarkably simple task, once they were all together. In fact, it would be downright dull. The real excitement of the evening would come later, when they were safe at home, icing heads and cleaning wounds, exchanging stories and secrets and little, whispered confessions. Lucy wouldn’t feel the tug south any longer; they would never be out of her reach again.  

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"You made me believe that you, me, and George could be a family."

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open up my eager eyes (3928 words) by the_one_that_fell

Fandom: Lockwood & Co. - Jonathan Stroud, Lockwood & Co. (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lucy Carlyle/George Cubbins | George Karim/Anthony Lockwood Additional Tags: Getting Together, Jealousy, Pining, Requited Unrequited Love, Underage Drinking, Friendship, Friends to Lovers Summary:

Lucy and George are growing closer and Lockwood can't handle his jealousy.

Companion to how did it end up like this? (it was only a kiss) but can be read as a stand-alone. 

[alphacrone]

lucy thinks she's orpheus but lockwood thinks she's icarus.

lucy thinks she’s orpheus. george thinks he’s horatio. lockwood just knows he’s in a tragedy.