You Gave Me Your Word

—you gave me your word

pairing: potter!reader x platonic!peter pettigrew

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

warnings: angst, mentions of death, graphic dialogue 

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

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

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

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

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

no no no

what now, what now? 

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

the first thing you heard were the voices 

“where are they?” 

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

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

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

oh no 

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

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

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

oh no

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

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

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

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

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

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

You turned away from Peter and looked at Voldemort

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

“not much” voldemort grinned “just the boy” 

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

voldemort laughed. the sound made you shiver.

“pettigrew, you wait downstairs” 

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

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

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

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

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

you fell down on your knees, screaming in pain

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

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

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

“i will never have any respect for you” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

just in love with this.. and the writing 😍

please, could you write something were the reader is part of kipps crew and lockwood is like obsessed with her. anytime they encounter he goes out of his way to be nice to her and kipps finds it so weird because she is like is best friend or sister even. that would be so cool! also love the new things you’ve posted earlier!!!

a/n: of course! I love this idea, and thank you so much, I'm glad you enjoyed them :) this is a mix between the books and the show (not overly obvious though)

warnings: language female reader (few pronouns used)

"Seems like we've saved you again, Tony," Kipps says smugly, crossing his arms over his chest. "Maybe if you did your research properly, we wouldn't need to come and clean up your mess."

George Karim scowls. "Not all of us can press a button and have everything we need right under our fingers."

"Besides, you didn't save us," Anthony Lockwood, the face of Lockwood and Co, says. "We had it all under control."

You break off from Kat's side, inspecting the damage around the park, and make your way over to Kipps. "If by under control, you mean you were surrounded by fourteen Wraiths with very few salt bombs or magnesium flares left to defend yourself with, then yeah, you had it under control."

"(name) -" Lockwood blinks, then plasters on that smile of his. "How nice to see you."

Against your better judgement, you smile. "You seem to be making a habit of us saving your asses. I hope it's not some excuse to see Kipps' pretty face."

Kipps, your team's supervisor, frowns at the pair in front of you. Off to the side, Bobby Vernon is instructing a few other Fittes agents, disposing of the source of the horde of Wraiths. Kat, as blank-faced as always, stands on the other side of Kipps, and Ned Shaw... Well, he's somewhere. Probably glowering at some poor child.

"No, I can assure you, Kipps' face is the last thing I want to see on a case," Lockwood says, sending a charming grin your way. "It's perhaps even scarier than the Wraiths."

You laugh softly, earning a glare from your supervisor. It's hard suppressing your smile.

"I expect we'll see you more this week, Tony," he says. "It seems that without your little Listener, you're getting even worse than before."

George bristles, fists clenching by his sides. "We were doing perfectly fine on our own. Now, if you don't mind, we'd better be on our way."

Lockwood straightens. "You're right, George. But, first, we need our pay."

"Oh, no," Kipps says. "No, see, we secured the Source, so, by DEPRAC rules, the commission is ours."

"You can't be serious," Lockwood says. "This was our case."

Kat, face void of any emotion, says, "Well, it's ours now."

George moves a step closer, knuckles white with tension, but Lockwood pulls him back, murmuring something in his ear. Angrily, Karim storms past you and out of the park.

"Best be off, Tony. Don't want to stay out too much later. I'm not sure we can be bothered saving you from more ghosts."

Lockwood ignores him, casting his gaze on you. "See you around, (name)."

You smile again. "See you, Lockwood."

And, then he's gone, striding off to catch up with George. You watch him go, curiously, until he's past the hedge line of the park and faded into the darkness of the night.

"Stop it."

You turn to Kipps, frowning. "What?"

"Stop looking at him like he's God's gift to the world," he grumbles. "He's an idiot, and he's the competition unless you've forgotten. Stay away from Lockwood - it won't end well."

Nodding, you cast his words aside immediately. It only makes you want to know him more.

"I'm serious, (name). You're like a sister to me, and I can't afford for you to get sidetracked and then hurt because of him."

Too late, you think. You have most definitely gotten sidetracked.

--

Shit. Shit, shit, shit.

Scrounging around in your bag, your heart is pounding and your face feels hot with embarrassment. You can't find your purse, and there's a big long queue of people behind you, waiting for their turn to order with expressions of irritation. God, you want to melt into the floor and die. Someone groans behind you, their frustration seeping into your bones.

"Oh, my god, I'm so sorry. Just give me a minute -"

"Here you go," a voice says, and an arm reaches out beside you, passing a twenty-pound note to the cashier.

You take your coffee from her hand and shuffle out of the way quickly, breathing a sigh of relief. "Thank you so much. If I can find my purse, I'll pay you back."

"No, no, you're fine." That voice... Something about it is familiar.

Looking up, your jaw goes slack. "Lockwood! Oh, hi. How are you?"

His mouth splits in a grin. "Hey. I'm good. I'd ask how you are, but judging from how red you are, I think I can guess."

"I'm so sorry you had to pay, just let me -" You begin searching in your bag again, but Lockwood's hand closes over yours, halting the movement. Sparks run up and down your arm at the touch.

"(name), it's perfectly fine. My treat."

Your worried expression softens. "I can't thank you enough, Lockwood."

"Don't worry about it." He hesitates for a moment, eyes flickering over your face. "Do you want to come back to Portland Row with me? Chat over some doughnuts, maybe?"

Despite Kipps' warning, you want to accept, but you can't, as much as it pains you.

"I'm sorry," you say. "I've got to get back - we've got a case to get to in a few hours. I was just getting some sort of caffeine to energise me beforehand."

He looks a little disappointed, but he's still smiling. "That's alright. Maybe another time?"

You grin. "Sure. And, thank you, again, Lockwood. Really. You saved me from melting into a puddle of embarrassment back there."

"It hurt to watch," he jests. "Should I prepare my gear at home, just in case Lockwood and Co have to come save you Fittes lot for once?"

Laughing, you say, "No, but thanks. No offence, but I think we're a little more qualified for this job than you are, Lockwood."

There's a pause, one in which he only looks at you, smiling. Then, "Call me Anthony."

--

Before you lose confidence, you knock on the pale blue door before you.

Portland Row is quiet, despite it being mid-afternoon and summertime, but you don't really mind. With the sun beating down on your back, and a warm breeze that smells faintly like cut grass, you couldn't be more relaxed even if you tried.

The door swings open, revealing the face of George Karim, who doesn't seem overly pleased to see you.

"What do you want?"

You're taken back a little by his forwardness. "Oh, I just thought I'd come nip round and pay you guys a visit. I brought a bunch of doughnuts and biscuits and stuff from Arif's." You hold the box in your hands a little higher.

"George," a voice calls - Lucy Carlyle's, judging from the pitch. "Who is it?"

"(name), you know, Fittes agent? Kipps' crew?"

"I've brought treats from Arif's," you say over George's shoulder. "I come in peace."

"Oh, for god's sake, George, let her in!"

This time, it's Lockwood - Anthony - who speaks. He opens the door wider so that he and George are standing shoulder to shoulder in the frame. His wide smile is dazzling, and, as usual, his clothes are crisp and clean, as if he put them on right away after being ironed and hasn't moved in them lest they crease.

"Hey, (name). Thanks for bringing food."

He nudges George out of the way and gestures for you to come inside, which you do albeit cautiously.

The house isn't what you expected at all. With three teenagers living there, you assumed it'd be rather modern, but the wallpaper is old, and all sorts of decor and memorabilia hang on the walls. Masks, photos, and the likes. Straight ahead, Lucy Carlyle stands on the stairs, dressed in a comfy top and shorts, and despite the tension between your agency and theirs, she smiles at you before hurrying down the stairs and disappearing into what you assume is the kitchen. George follows her, frowning.

Deftly, Lockwood takes the large box of sweet treats from your hands.

"What's the occasion?" he asks, leading you down the hall to the kitchen.

"It's just a thank you for paying for my coffee the other day," you say. "Also, I wanted to see you, and I figured George wouldn't let me within ten feet unless I brought goods."

Lockwood laughs. "Well, you're right about that."

The kitchen isn't the largest you've seen, but it's cosy. Lucy is clearing space on the table which, oddly enough, is covered in a white tablecloth full of scribbles and writing. George is boiling the kettle over to the side, four mugs set out in front of him, though one is considerably smaller than the rest.

You can't blame him for not liking you. Although Kipps is like your brother, you know that he goes too far sometimes, and he's never been particularly nice to Lockwood and his friends. You're a part of his team, so their dislike for Kipps - or George's, at least - has extended to you.

"Please, sit," Lockwood says, gesturing to one of the seats.

Smiling a little awkwardly, you sit down as he separates the contents of the box onto different plates. Lucy takes the seat next to you, plucking one of the doughnuts straight out of the box and smiling.

Lucy has never had the warmest personality, or so you've heard, but the doughnuts have seemingly put you in her good books. That eases your discomfort a little.

George sets cups of tea down on the table before sitting down himself, just as Lockwood does, too. They all take their pick of the treats, grinning and chatting away.

"So, (name)," Lockwood says. "How did your case go the other day?"

Lucy raises her eyebrows. "You're keeping tabs on Fittes now?"

"We ran into each other a couple of days ago," you explain. "We stayed and caught up for a little bit."

George frowns. "Is that why you took so long getting back from your shopping trip?"

Lockwood sips his tea. "Yeah, I suppose. Anyways, how was it?"

"Fine," you say. "Some lady was murdered by her son a few decades ago, wanted revenge on the family - you know, the usual."

"Please tell me Kipps got a little injured," George says.

"George!" Lucy hisses, but something in her eyes tells you she doesn't feel much different than he does.

"Unfortunately for you, no, he didn't. Since he's just our supervisor, he stays within an iron circle and shouts orders at us."

"Surely that must get annoying?" Lockwood says. He's watching you carefully, and you can feel your ears growing hot under his gaze. "Having to take orders from someone who can't even see what's going on."

You shrug. "Yeah, it does, but there's not much we can do about it."

"Maybe, you could work with us."

Everyone seems to freeze when Lockwood says that. You slowly look up at him from the pastry you were just reaching for, your face the definition of pure shock. Lucy, bless her, just sits with another doughnut halfway to her mouth, eyes a little wide. But George, oh, George. It takes all your strength not to laugh at the expression of unadulterated surprise, mixed with a little bit of anger, as a biscuit hangs from his mouth.

"What?" you all say simultaneously.

Lockwood only grins wider. "I think it'd be a good decision. If we have one extra agent, it means if we get overbooked, we don't end up with one agent per case and can double up. And I don't think it'd hurt for Lucy to have some female company in the house."

"You can't be serious," George says.

"I'm not. So, (name)?"

The words are hard to find. "Uh, I mean, shouldn't you guys all talk about this together? I don't want to just be barging in, you know? Besides, I'd need to talk to Kipps, and that'll go down about as well as a magnesium flare in a forest."

"For once," George says, "I agree with (name)."

"Oh, come on." Lockwood waves his hand nonchalantly. "She's an incredible agent, and she'd fit right in. I don't think there's much to discuss."

In all honesty, you feel flattered that Lockwood is offering you a position within his company, only because you admire him so much. Fittes, and just about all of the big agencies, are too bureaucratic, in your opinion, and extremely controlling over cases. Lockwood and Co have free rein, within the rules set out by DEPRAC, and aren't hindered by supervisors or massive amounts of paperwork, all because he had the confidence to split off and set up his own company.

"Let's not rush into any decisions," you say, standing slowly. You don't want to move too quickly and elicit the rage of Karim. "I think I should probably head off. Enjoy the food, and, uh, have a good day."

Smiling awkwardly, you make your way out of the kitchen and hurry to the front door.

Footsteps sound behind you and, as you open the door, Lockwood says, "Wait."

You turn, sighing. "Before you say anything, Lockwood -"

"Anthony."

"Anthony, thank you for the offer, but I really think you should talk to Lucy and George first. I can't just accept without them wanting me to, and that's if I can accept."

Lockwood leans against the doorframe, looking down at you with those dark eyes of his. God, they've got you hooked.

"I will. I just - You're wasted at Fittes, stuck following the orders of someone whose Talent faded years ago."

You give him a look, but it's half-hearted. "Kipps basically raised me, alright? But I get it. Again, I appreciate it, but speak to the two of them first and then I'll consider it."

That seems to be a good enough answer. His smile is blinding. His hand briefly brushes yours, and your breath hitches.

"Give me a call in a few days," you say, "and we'll see where we're at, yeah?"

"Will do."

"I'll see you soon, Anthony."

If possible, his smile only grows brighter. "Likewise, (name)."

As you leave, you can still feel the brushing of his hand on yours, a sensation you hope will never fade.

—gifts for little brothers

pairing: regulus Black x sirius black (platonic)

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

warnings: none

authors note: I wrote this ages ago lol

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

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

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

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

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

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

„of course, master regulus."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"bored"

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

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

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

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

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

"if only i could come with you"

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

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

"i mean this"

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

"what is this?", regulus asked

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—cruel summer

pairing: anthony lockwood x fem!kipps!reader

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

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

also thanks for your sweet words!! ❤️

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

“oh, shit” you agreed, nodding

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“just like that” you smiled clapping your hands together

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

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

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

“yes”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“well, i don’t”

“good”

“good”

you both got into the bed on your respective sides.

“good night”

“night”

— — — —

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

his body

—wait

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

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

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

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

he now joined your screaming as he noticed you both.

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

“enough” you called

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

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

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

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

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

“ouch” you muttered from on top of Lockwood

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

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

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

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

“we weren’t cuddling”

“oh believe me, you were”

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

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

“what was it?”

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

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

“excuse me?!” you shrieked offended

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

“oh” you exclaimed

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

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

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

“yeah—“

“—that could’ve been what happened—”

“—totally—“

“—obviously”

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

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

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

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

“y/n’s bra?”

“my bra?”

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

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

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

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

“he might not be adopted” Lockwood quickly breathed

“yeah” you agreed “he might not be”

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

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Pairing: Anthony Lockwood x reader

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

Translation: n/n = nickname

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"like he wanted to undress you"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—it’s nice to have a friend

pairing: anthony lockwood x reader

warnings: mentions of blood and injury

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

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

the relief you felt was indescribable.

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

"shit, y/n" Lockwood said

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"yes, I promise"

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

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