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sailorkamino · 2 years

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relationships: steven grant x avenger!witch!reader, future marc spector x reader, jake lockley x reader [gender neutral]

word count: 2.3k

summary: When you move to London you aren't expecting to fall in love. You also aren't expecting an Egyptian god who kind of sounds like Darth Vader to crash your date but that's just your life apparently.

warnings: reader assaults khonshu with bread, enemies to friends w/ khonshu, big bird is kinda rude to steven but u put him in place

a/n: reader uses chaos magic and is also psychic, f/c = favorite color, steven/marc/jake are moon knight but lets pretends the whole harrow/armpit drama hasn't happened yet, thanos never happened bc i said so

Before you even met Steven, you felt him.

That sounds odd but your abilities make you constantly aware of others, which can be a lot. Especially in such a bustling city like London. Of course you didn’t read his mind or anything. It’s a common misconception that telepaths just love to read minds but that’s not true. You only use it on enemies for information, if you just went around listening to people's inner thoughts you’d probably drive yourself mad. People are weird.

All that being said, you decided to go to the London museum, thinking it would be quiet and relaxing. A nice little escape. You didn’t think how overwhelming it would be to be surrounded by history, invading your senses with centuries of stories. Mostly fucked up stories because colonialism. After years of studying magic your mind is like a fortress, but that didn’t stop the artifacts from banging on your mental door. You’re incredibly grateful that you’re able to control your visions now. You do not want to see all this shit first hand.

You manage to stumble into the gift shop, one hand rubbing your temple in an attempt to ward off the coming headache. You sense some kind of power, something looming and ancient. You wonder if it’s from the Egyptian wing you just walked through but this feels more… recent. It’s an odd sensation that isn’t helping your overwhelmed mind at all.

“Are you alright?” A gentle voice acts. Apparently you aren’t doing great at hiding your discomfort. You look up to meet the deepest brown eyes you’ve ever seen, framed with dark eye bags. He's absolutely beautiful. Like a sleep deprived male model. Before you can answer you find yourself stumbling, dots swimming in your vision. He quickly leaves the counter to grasp your arm with large, gentle hands.

His touch burns through your designer coat (a parting gift from Tony Stark) but not in a bad way. His energy is unique. Divided but whole. Chaotic but reassuring. “I’m fine, just a dizzy spell.” You mumble, trying not to lean into his body. Would it be manipulative if you pretended to faint so he would catch you? No, you’re better than that. Barely.

“You sure? Maybe you should sit down. I could get you a drink, or a snack.”

You should tell him that you’re fine but for some reason, you can’t bring yourself to pull away. He’s just so genuine. And look at that hair... would it be weird to touch it? You suppress the urge, managing a polite response, “that sounds nice, but I wouldn’t want to get you in trouble. I think I just need some fresh air.”

“Don’t worry, my boss is always telling me to be more helpful with customers. Lets get you outside, yeah?”

You grin, lidded eyes flicking to his name tag, “thank you, Steven. That’s very kind of you.”

He flashes the sweetest smile you’ve ever witnessed, making you even more light headed. He keeps his grasp on your arm as he leads you to the exit. You can already feel your mind clearing thanks to the distance between you and the artifacts. Once you’re safely leaning against the wall Steven speaks up, “I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere."

You can't help but dopily grin as he speed walks away. Within a minute he’s back by your side. He presents you a bag of scarab gummies, “here you are.” He pauses for a moment before adding, "I don’t know why we sell these, they weren’t eating stuff like that in Ancient Egypt, were they?

“Thank you.” You smile, finding his rambling adorable. You try not to react when you take the candy from him and his calloused fingers brush your own. “I’m also realizing I never introduced myself, I’m Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. That’s a pretty name.”

Before you can stop yourself you mutter under your breath, “you’re prettier.” You watch in horror as he tenses up, ears burning red. “I-I think you’re pretty too. Beautiful, more like it,” he fumbles. Suddenly the gummies are out of your hand. You look down to see them floating above your palms, surrounded by a F/C glow. You quickly snatch them from mid air. Luckily Steven is too busy staring at his shoes in embarrassment to notice.

You clear your throat nervously, catching his attention. “So, do you like working here?” Really? That’s the best you could come up with. You mentally facepalm as he nods like a rather adorable bobblehead. “Oh yeah, I love history. It would be nice to be a tour guide though. Maybe one day, right?”

You hum in response, shoving some sweets in your mouth before you can ask any other dumb questions. “Do you, um, like your job?” He asks politely.

You pause. So he really doesn’t recgonize you. Not that you consider yourself famous but ever since you joined the Avengers on a few missions you found yourself thrust in the public eye. You meet a lot of fans but people also tend to be… wary of you. Apparently being one of the most powerful magic users on Earth makes them uneasy.

“I work… in security.” That’s technically not a lie. “It can be stressful but I get to travel a lot so that’s fun.”

“Have you ever been to Egypt?”

The childlike excitement in his voice is absolutely adorable. “A few times, yeah. What about you?”

“No, I wish. I’d love to go someday.” He sighs wistfully. “Enough about me though, are you feeling any better.”

His concern makes your heart flutter. “Much.” You grin, shuffling your bag on your shoulder to look for your wallet. “How much were the gummies?”

“They were only a few pounds, don’t worry about it.”

Thoughtful, gorgeous, and polite? You’re convinced Steven was written by a woman. You bite your lip in a way you hope looks flirty. “Well I need to pay you back somehow. What about lunch?”

He freezes, looking at you incredulously. “Are you… asking me out?” Any confidence you had starts to shatter. “I’m trying,” you mumble embarrassed. He shakes his head vehmently, “no, I didn’t mean it like that, I’m just surprised! I mean, you’re so beautiful!”

You smile so big your cheeks hurt. “I think you’re beautiful too, Steven.”

His tan cheeks flame. “Thank you.”

“Can I have your number?”

He nods enthusiastically. You pull out your phone and type in his digits as he tells them to you. “I left my phone in the gift shop but I’ll text you as soon I get inside,” he promises, rocking on the balls of his feet. You grin as you send him a message.

“Stevie!”

A loud, feminine voice makes you both flinch. An aggravated woman pokes her head out the door, popping her chewing gum far too loudly for your liking. “What are you doing out- wait. Are you Y/N L/N?”

Steven looks at you in confusion as you nod with a charming smile. You can tell that she’s Steven’s superior and decide to help him out. “I am. What’s your name, hon?”

“Donna! I’m a big fan. It was so mental when you closed that portal to hell in New Jersey!”

Steven’s eyes become impossibly wider. “Yeah, that was a difficult one.” You reminisce fondly. “Would you like a picture?”

She nods excitedly, pulling out her phone. You take a selfie, trying not to chuckle at her excited gasp when you sling an arm around here. You try to ignore Steven’s bewildered gaze. Hopefully what you’re about to do will make up for your little fib.

“You know Steven here has been very helpful,” you muse after she clicks the photo. She looks at you surprised. You can already tell she doesn’t particularly like the man (which is quite bewildering to you, how is it possible to dislike Steven?)

"Really?”

You nod with an affirmative hum. “I bet he’s your best tour guide, isn’t he?”

“Oh, he actually works in the giftshop.”

You feign shock. “Really? I was hoping he could give me a private tour sometime,” you pout sadly. Donna hurries to comfort you, “oh, he can do that! I’ve been meaning to promote him anways!”

“That’s great!” You grin, turning your attention back to a very confused brunet. “I’ve gotta go but I’ll be looking forward to seeing you, Steven,” you purr, lightly squeezing his (suprisingly muscular) bicep. He nods dumbly watching you walk down the steps.

“Oi, what were you doing with a bloody superhero?” Donna asks him incredulously, the jealousy clear in her voice.

“Planning a date.” He breathes out softly, still wondering if the interaction was just a dream.

____

It’s the day of your date and Steven is ecsatic. Marc and Jake are not. They agree you’re beautiful but are very against the idea of going out with an Avenger, saying it will get in the way of their ‘business’ with Khonshu. But Steven is tired of letting that bloody pigeon influence his life so he ignores all of them, puts on his favorite jumper, and goes to the closest florist shop.

And that’s how he finds himself standing infront of you with a boquet of sunflowers.“These are just beautiful!” You gush, pressing a kiss againt his cheek as you take them. He flushes adorably. You do a quick scan around the park to make sure no one is looking before conjuring a vase with water. Did you do it just to show off? Yes. Yes you did.

You place the flowers in the middle of the picnic blanket. “Now we have a centerpiece,” you hum happily, grabbing the wicker basket you brought. He sits across from you, watching in awe as you pull a variety of noodles, dumplings, rice, and tofu dishes out. Like clowns coming out of a little car.

“Try this,” you offer, handing him one of the containers. “And don’t worry, it’s all vegan.”

He opens it to reveal ball shaped food he recognizes as dim sum. He uses the provided chopsticks to pop one into his mouth, moaning at the combination of steamed vegetables and rich seasoning.

“This is amazing!” You grin in response, working on your own fruit and tofu skewer. “That’s because it’s the real deal. I went on a little trip to Hong Kong this morning.”

He pauses mid bite, resembling a confused chipmunk. You snicker. “I can teleport, remember?” You point at his empty cup, feeling it with juice. “Maybe on our next date I can take you to Egypt?”

He inhales the dimsum in shock, choking loudly. You use your powers to pull the food out of Steven’s throat, looking at him in concern. He quickly swallows the drink you made him.

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah, aces. Just got a bit too excited.”

“You’re adorable, Steven.”

As the date goes on you open up to each other. He tells you about his DID, which you could somewhat sense already. His mind felt different but you couldn’t put a finger on it. You tell him about how you struggled to control your powers and accept yourself. You used to feel like a weapon but you learnt that weapons aren’t always a bad thing, they can be used to protect others. Instead of a nuclear bomb you started seeing yourself as a shield.

For once Steven doesn’t feel like an outsider. He wants to tell you about Moon Knight. He knows you won’t judge him. Just as he begans to build up the courage a booming, gravelly voice rattles in his head.

“Don’t tell them anything, worm!”

You both flinch. A shiver runs through you as your hair stands on end. All your instincts are telling you to get ready for a fight. That sense of ancient power you felt in the museum is back tenfold. “Did you hear that?” You ask Steven.

He looks at you in complete shock. “What?”

“Can the witch hear me?”

“Okay, where is that Darth Vader voice coming from?” You groan, eyes glowing F/C. Your powers mean you’re always aware of your surroundings, you don’t like this sudden uncertainty. Especially not when Steven is at risk.

Suddenly a large mummified being with a bird skull appears behind your date. Because this is what your life has come to apparently. “Can you see me, witch?” Without saying anything you use your abilities to send a roll flying, hitting him square in the beak. He flinches back in surprise. Steven watches on, not knowing if he should laugh or shake in fear. Maybe both.

“Does that answer your question?” You ask sassily. “You’re some kind of deity right? I’m getting Egyptian vibes,” you muse outloud. Despite having no real facial features he manages to look unimpressed. “I thought you had magic, yet you can’t figure out who I am, little one?"

You squint at him for a moment, reaching out your consciousness. “Khonshu? I think I’ll call you cashew.”

“You will not!” He bellows. Poor Steven flinches at the volume but you just purse your lips. “It’s not fun being called stupid nicknames, is it?”

He pauses, tilting his skeletal head at you. “Excuse me?”

“You called Steven a worm. That was very rude,” you huff protectively. “You should really treat your avatar better.”

“You know about avatars?”

“Magic, babe,” you remind, wiggling your fingers as sparks dance between them. “I want to be in Steven's life, and his alter’s if they’ll have me. We’ll be spending time together so we might as well get along, don’t you agree?”

The god nods reluctantly. “I suppose.”

“Good,” you beam up at him. “But if you ever disrespect Steven again we will have words,” you promise in a sickly sweet voice.

Steven looks at you in absolute awe. ‘I changed my mind. I like them,’ Marc speaks in his head. ‘That was fucking hot,’ Jake adds on helpfully. For once the system agrees on something.

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lewkwoodnco · 2 months

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Can I make you a request about Anthony Lockwood based on the song “So American” by Olivia Rodrigo🥺😭

so american! - Lockwood x Reader

when he laughs at all my jokes and he says I’m so american oh god it’s just not fair of him to make me feel this much I’d go anywhere he goes when he says I’m so american oh god I’m gonna marry him if he keeps this shit up i might just be in la la la la la la la la la love

a/n: this fic has been rattling around in my head for a couple of weeks now and I was soooo double minded abt writing it so THANK YOU for the ask!!!!!! might not have written it otherwise heheh also I’m sooo proud of how my gifs turned out it was so fun to colour them all guts themed 😍😍 I hope you enjoy!! <333 also im having issues w the keep reading button AGAIN so sorry :(((

warnings/tropes: lockwood and reader are already in an established relationship, fluffy fluff, veeerrry small sprinkling of angst but happy ending! domestic sweetness

word count: 3.3k!

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“Ready?”

Lockwood ducked into the car's passenger seat, grinning at the sight of her comically desperate expression. George and Lucy were fussing in the backseat, mainly because of Lucy’s seatbelt, or lack thereof, and they didn't seem to notice his arrival.

“Just wear the fucking seatbelt.”

"I'll be fine, George."

"She got her license at 16. 16! They just let anyone drive all willy-nilly up and down the roads in America."

Lucy gave him a look. He finally gave up and tugged at his own seatbelt sceptically, muttering darkly under his breath.

Lockwood & Co. was much more than a psychical investigation agency. Outside of their working hours, each member liked to work on some kind of passion project. After not having driven for over a year since she got her driving license in the States, she had decided to apply for one in London. Luckily, her employer had gallantly offered to provide her with the lessons she badly needed, having been the first of the three to earn his license. Well, employer and boyfriend.

Her mother could hardly believe the news and, frankly, so could she. In a lot of ways, having an English boyfriend was vastly different from having an American one. First, there was a slight communication barrier, given how terrible she was with accents. Then there were the differing preferences - Lockwood seemed forever ready for a cuppa at any time of day, whereas the only kind of tea she really enjoyed was iced tea. Still, these differences left gaps for lingering gazes and silences that stretched on a little too much, and somewhere in between she slipped her hand into his, and the rest was history.

Lockwood turned away to buckle his seatbelt.

"Okay, your seatbelt on?"

"Yes."

"Ready to go?"

"Hang on," came George's peeved voice from behind them, "you're not going to brief her first?" The two of them stared at each other blankly.

"Uh, Y/N, do you remember how to drive?"

"Sure." It was one of those things you never forget, like riding a bicycle. Sure, it had been a while, but how hard could it truly be?

"Brilliant. Now-"

George pulled himself forward between the two front seats, straining against his seatbelt. “We don’t drive on the right side here. We drive on the left side of the road. Left. Left.”

She glanced at her rearview mirror which outlined the line of cars behind them parked on the left side of the street.

“No. You don’t say.”

Lockwood coughed, poorly concealing his laugh as he craned his neck towards the backseat windows. "Right, all clear. I think we can move of-"

"Parking brake."

"Er, right, what George said. Disable the parking brake first."

“I’ve never driven with a parking brake before.”

“So you push in this metal bit, like so,” said Lockwood, gently manoeuvring her fingers into the right grip, “and then pull it up a little, and then bring it all the way down.”

She tugged at it in frustration. “I -it’s not working.”

“Lockwood, did you tell her to step on the “

“Step-on-the-brake-while-doing-that-yes I was just about to say, George. I think I know how to teach someone how to drive. Unless you’d like to take over?”

"Oh, please. You couldn't pay me to sit in the front seat with that maniac driving."

She got her parking brake down, checked her mirrors, and they were off. For a minute there it was quite enjoyable, trundling through the mostly empty backstreets of London. Lockwood even tried to prop his feet on the dashboard before getting badly told off by George. He was forever propping his feet up at the slightest chance - at the Archives, at home, and now here. Maybe it was all part of some innate desire to be a wheelbarrow.

And so, things were going perfectly rosy, until she faced her first real challenge - oncoming traffic. As soon as the car heading towards them came into plain enough view, the four of them went into hysterics. The road was just narrow enough to make overtaking a little too tricky for her abilities at the moment.

“What do I do? WHY isn’t he slowing down?”

“Don’t panic, it’s alright. Stop a little to the side.”

She cursed, fumbling for the brake pedal her foot had carelessly slipped off of. Lockwood was nervously watching the car get closer and closer to them.

“Now would be a good time to stop, Y/N. Brake! BRAKE!”

They shot ahead sharply, swerving right sharply, narrowly missing the car passing them. Lucy swore loudly and George gripped the car grab handle above him as he started scolding no one in particular.

"NOT THE BRAKE!”

Lockwood gripped the steering wheel over her hands, frantically trying to steer them to safety. With some difficulty, she shifted her foot back to the right pedal and slammed the brakes. There was a bit of a scuffle in the backseat, including George going off on Lucy in a very ‘I-told-you-so’ tone.

At the front of the car, Lockwood and she were still frozen, reeling from the past very exciting 30 seconds. Her eyes settled to where his hands were still resting on hers, tightly pinning her fingers to the steering wheel.

“Your hands are so warm.”

He peeled them off almost instantly, and she was sorry she brought it up in the first place. “Yeah, well, they’re panicking, just like the rest of me. What the bloody hell was that? I thought you said you knew how to drive!”

“I do know how to drive.” She bit back a smile at the sight of her 180 cm tall boyfriend trying to catch his breath with his hand dramatically splayed across his chest, muttering something about Americans handing out licenses to just about anyone.

The drive back to the rental car agency was much less eventful. After returning the car, they trudged back up the road to Portland Row. As they hung their coats up, she met his thoughtful gaze.

“What?”

“Nothing.” He drew in a breath and hesitated. “You look nice.”

“Is this some convoluted way of patting yourself on the back for your fashion choices?”

“So you agree? You think you look nice?”

She groaned. She should have known no good was going to come from showing Lockwood Mean Girls. Still, it was hard to stay mad for long at a face like that. "You’re such a nuisance. A…delightful one, arguably, but still a nuisance.”

"You find me delightful?"

"That's your takeaway?”

"Next thing I know you’ll be saying you fancy me.”

“I’m literally wearing your shirt right now.”

“Luce!” He turned and started down the hallway. “Y/N says I’m delightful!”

As usual, the four of them reconvened in the kitchen a little after lunch for a tea break. Well, the four of them minus Lockwood, who had been bullied into fixing a plumbing issue in the basement. They sipped their tea and chewed their biscuits in silence. She wished she could bring down a little for Lockwood.

“Maybe I should go see if he needs some help.”

“No!” George nearly upset his tea, which made Lucy choke on her biscuit. “ Don’t go down there. You’ll distract him, he won’t get shit done, and that’ll be one more week without hot water for me.”

So she sat back down sulkily, brooding over her tea, until another topic of conversation struck her.

“Speaking of Lockwood -“

“- no one’s mentioned Lockwood-“

“-did you guys see the socks he was wearing today?”

Lucy and George didn’t even try to muffle their groans.

“They were very nice socks! They had the most precious pattern of baby ducks against a darling blue backgr-“

She stopped short as Lucy reached across the table to grip her hand.

“Y/N, I say this with love, but if I have to hear one more word about Lockwood, or his stupid bloody socks, I am going to ram a fork into my eye.”

She blinked, confused, and scoffed. “Gosh, you guys are so overdramatic. I don’t talk about him that much.”

George and Lucy exchanged a look.

“Okay, so maybe I like my boyfriend and I enjoy talking about him. Is that really so bad?”

Lockwood rescued all of them from the siege of George’s response by walking in right then, holding a wrench and looking a little worse for wear, but appeared very pleased with himself.

“Fixed!”

“Finally.”

Lucy frowned at the clock above the stove. “Isn’t that client meeting at Tooting today?”

Lockwood’s smile slipped right off as he glanced at his watch and rushed out of the kitchen, muttering furiously. His simple black leather watch which complemented his wrist so perfectly-

“Y/N! Time to leave!”

Maybe George and Lucy had a point.

Once their client meeting had finished, she and Lockwood stood on the pavement outside the house, looking for cabs to flag down. It was a balmy evening, and a cloudless sky meant they could enjoy the warmth of the setting sun beating down on them. She squinted down the road while Lockwood pulled something out from his coat pocket.

“For a job well done this morning and at the meeting…” he revealed two pieces of tightly wrapped square candies sitting on his palm. “A little treat.”

She stared at the candy for a moment, thinking hard.

“Caramel! I just remembered.”

“…what?”

“That’s what we call it in the States. A caramel.”

“It’s made of caramel, sure-“

“Plural is caramels.”

He made a strangled sound from the back of his throat. “Changing an uncountable noun into a countable one? That’s just lazy.”

“Fine. What do you call it?”

“Toffee.” The vowels rolled off his tongue like silk in that English accent that had made it difficult to fully concentrate from day one. Standing next to him, watching him gently and methodically unfolding the golden wrapper, shining and glinting like a beacon of light…maybe this was all she needed to be happy.

“Taw-fee?”

He pulled a face at her exaggerated American drawl, and she leaned her head on his shoulder as he pried apart the stuck halves of the toffee. She watched him visibly relax as the first tangy notes hit his tongue, her own half close to melting in her palm under the brunt of the setting sun. He met her gaze and gave a faint smile, almost reflexively covering her hand with his own.

“God, you’re so American. So, which is it? Toffee or caramel?”

She bites into what's left of the soft treat she's scraped off her palm. It's warm and comforting and she instantly feels a little more happy. Maybe it's the candy, or maybe it's the boy whose side is pressed into hers. Love, she decides. It's love.

“How many cups of tea have you had today?”

As idyllic as the weekend had been, they were back to their usual busy routine which meant that their evening tea break was the first time they’d see each other since breakfast. She had just walked into the kitchen where Lockwood was seated at the kitchen table, pouring over a mess of papers with a cup of tea to the side. One of the first things she had learnt about Lockwood was his near-debilitating addiction to tea. Now, he silently took a sip from his mug and she gave an exaggerated sigh, settling into the opposite end of the table.

“You really drink too much caffeine.”

He quirked his lips into a lopsided half-smile -/ he peered at the papers she had spilled onto the table. “What’s all…” he gestured to her papers with his mug, “…that?”

“The Rotwell agents give me hell for my American accent when they’re on duty at DEPRAC.” She held up her list of words dolefully. “‘Least I can do is pronounce things right.”

He slid into the chair next to her, taking a look at the list. “Which one are you at?”

“Pri-vacy. Pri...vacy. Nope, can't do it.”

“Of course it sounds weird when you say it like that. Try using it in a sentence.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. "Fine. If I have to say ‘pri-vacy’ one more time, I’m running you through with my rapier."

Lockwood choked on his tea.

"...or, you know...'pry-vacy' sounds perfectly fine."

She gave him a brief smile. “Anyway, I’ve got to do a Satchell’s run now. Lucy says we’re out of flares. Don’t wait up for me.”

It took her a decent amount of time to collect all the supplies they were out of stock on, yet when she returned Lockwood was still sitting in that same chair, staring at the same papers with worn-out eyes, distractedly tugging at his hair. He barely looked up when she walked in, mystified.

“You’re still up?”

He rubbed his face firmly. “I can’t…I can’t figure this out.” She took a closer look at the papers. There were reports dating back two centuries on the house of one of their upcoming cases.

“The investigation is tomorrow and I have no idea what or where the Source could be.”

“Well…maybe George’s figured it out.”

“If he did, he’d be home by now.” He hunched over the papers once again, his head swaying dangerously close to the table, and she was instantly reminded of how exhausted Lockwood had looked that morning. As if he hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep. She started stacking some papers together.

“It’s getting late. We should head to bed.”

“But I’m not done yet.”

“You can continue in the morning, but right now, you need to rest.”

His features hardened like he was ready to start a fight, but it lasted all of half a second before they caved to exhaustion. He looked like a drenched cat left out in the rain, with his hair messed up and in disarray.

“George is still at the Archives. What kind of a boss would I be to go to bed now? What kind of a…friend?”

Lockwood leaned back in his chair, briefly pressing a hand to his eyes and then his forehead, his forearm trembling ever so slightly. In the dim light of the kitchen, he seemed more skeleton than Man with his malnourished pallor and the scar on his lip being carefully outlined by a shadow. She ran a hand through his hair, down his neck, all the way to his shoulder.

“Hey. Don’t beat yourself up over it. You’re human, too.”

He gave a deep sigh. “Fine. I’ll come in a while.”

“Promise?”

He gave a jerky nod. The tea in his mug had gone stone cold by then, and so she brewed him a fresh cup. He looked up, confused, as she placed it next to his papers.

“What about the caffeine?”

She bit the inside of her cheek and combed down the hair sticking up all haywire, as if she hadn’t heard him. “What about it?”

He smiled faintly and gave the hand on his shoulder a light squeeze, and returned to his work with his eyes humming with a little more energy.

Later that night, she dreamt that he was falling, and she was losing her mind trying to save him.

She should have known nothing was going to right in the job from the very beginning. None of them had been able to find much information on the house, and they were running late, so tempers were running very high. Even during the case itself, they were forced to split up and fumble through improvised plans. That was until she had stumbled onto Lockwood frozen at the basement door, looking down into the darkness in a strange way.

Go back, he had said. I don’t know what any of us can expect in this place. So I’ll come with you, she had replied. Or let’s wait for George or Lucy. I can’t. Why not? It’s different. I don’t have the time to explain it. Different how?

You’re more important.

The look on his face was more foreign than the house itself.

Now they were home, back at Portland Row. Lucy and George had sensed something was off and retired to their rooms. Lockwood headed towards the kitchen, and she followed him. He hadn’t spoken a word since her face had blanched at the sight of him poised at the basement’s entrance. She tugged at the ends of her hair. She could feel an argument brewing and she didn’t like it one bit.

“Are you okay?”

Lockwood continued rummaging through the refrigerator for his routine drink of orange juice, taking his time to reply. “Don’t I look okay?”

“Yes. No.” He was terribly confusing. “Why did you say you weren’t important?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You said you were less important.”

He finally twisted the cap off the carton with his trembling fingers. The case had shaken all of them up, but for some reason, he was trying to hide it.

“Well…it’s not not true.”

“No it isn’t.”

“I’m a figurehead, Y/N. I represent the agency, that’s my name on the plaque out there, but that’s about it. You, Lucy, George…you’re the soul of the agency.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“If…heaven forbid, something were to happen to one of us…”

Oh, he was so aggravating. She massaged her temples. She was going to punch him soon if she wasn’t careful.

“…the lot of you’d be better off without me than anyone else, and-“

"Oh god, shut up already!"

Lockwood abandoned the carton and straightened, and they glared at each other from opposite ends of the kitchen. “Or what? You'll shoot me?"

His expression softened only marginally when he saw how close she was to tears. She shook her head.

"If you pull another stunt like this...I might just have to marry you.”

“I’d have to marry you so that you can look down at your bloody hand and remember that there are people out there who would be nothing without you.”

“Y/-“

“Shame on you, Anthony J. Lockwood. Do you think George wouldn’t care about losing his best friend? Or Lucy? Or me? Hm?”

The tears had started to trickle down her face, and he walked towards her with a sympathetic expression, any and all rage long forgotten, and offered her his handkerchief. She could barely manage a weak glare before caving and accepting it, wiping away at her face. As soon as she was done, she wrapped her arms around him, and he enveloped her in a warm hug that smelled faintly of vanilla.

“That was a…a terrible thing to say, Anthony.”

“I know. I didn’t mean to worry you.”

“Well, you’re doing a pretty shitty job then. I’m worried about you every day.”

She felt rather than saw his smile, though he could perfectly picture it in her mind - uneven and tipped to the right, but perfectly sincere.

"Also, I'm pretty sure that shooting remark counts as xenophobia."

"Yes, I'm hugging you very xenophobically now."

She buried her face into his chest and scrunched her nose hard. It was moments like these that only cemented her faith that she was never going to find somebody who made her feel the way Lockwood did. Seeing him standing outside the basement, she didn’t even need to think about what to do next. It had become incredibly instinctual - her readiness to take his hand and hurtle into the latest oblivion, blind as a bat. It didn’t get more simple than this: she just wanted to be wherever he was.

It was him and her, and her and him - Portland Row’s cripplingly disaster couple, Mr A.J. Lockwood and Miss Americana.

TAGLIST: @dangelnleif @elenianag080 @snoopyluver20 @ell0ra-br3kk3r @avdiobliss @mitskiswift99 @ahead-fullofdreams @neewtmas @mischivana @houseoftwistedspirits

#lockwood and co #lockwood & co #lockwood and co netflix #anthony lockwood #anthony lockwood x reader #anthony lockwood imagine #fanfic #fanfiction #olivia rodrigo #guts spilled #so american #songfic

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moonyswritinq · 15 days

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I can’t wait to read your fics! Your writing is awesomeeee!

Can we know whatchu got in the inbox already plsssss?

(Btw I just discovered your blog but it’s so cooooool!)

😍

thank you so much! it really means a lot to me to hear that <3

and for sure, I'll tell you what I got, in no particular order. I've written what the ship is, the form it's going to be written in—if it's decided (which can be subject to change if you have opinions on it)—, context to it and its status if it's started. I also added some projects that I haven't had requested but are working on, just in case you are curious about that (because I realised I had not updated about them for about a year, so sorry).

MASTERLIST, TAG LIST, REQUEST RULES

Dead Boy Detectives

Charles Rowland:

Charles x gn reader, headcanons and oneshot — based on the song 'So American' by Olivia Rodrigo : finished

Charles x gn reader, headcanons and oneshot — reader is short and alive

Charles x male reader, oneshot — Charles pines for reader and doesn't know how to confess his feelings

Charles x gn reader, headcanons — just cute headcanons : just started

Charles x gn reader, headcanons and oneshot — established relationship, alive reader who is psychic/has powers

Edwin Payne/Paine:

Platonic Edwin x gn reader, headcanons and oneshot — reader is a witch and Edwin does not trust them in the beginning, but they end up with a sibling relationship

Monty the Crow:

Monty x gn reader, prob oneshot — non-native reader (prob French) that struggles with english and Monty thinks it's cute/reassures them

Monty x male reader, headcanons and oneshot — vampire gothic reader who shows affection in strange ways and loves to listen to Monty talk

Monty x gn (maybe male) reader, oneshot — painting Monty's nails black in a tender and intimate scene

Thomas the Cat King:

Thomas x male reader, oneshot — enemies/rivals to lovers where reader is more of a dog person so you know it's going to be lots of tension : just started

Thomas x ftm reader, prob oneshot — a fallen angel reader who got hurt and gets reassurance and help from The Cat King

Thomas x male reader, prob headcanons — reader is stoic and ace, yet not sex-repulsed, but The Cat King has to work differently to gain his affections than through his sexuality

Thomas x gn reader (or x Edwin), oneshot — the poor soul narrowly avoided Esther's capture and takes refuge in The Cat King's palace

Painland/Payneland:

Charles x Edwin, prob oneshot — friends to lovers in a non-modern AU where they didn't die

Charles x Edwin, oneshot — Charles realises his feelings earlier and says he loves Edwin back in that scene

Edwin / The Cat King:

Edwin x Thomas, oneshot — Edwin finds himself paying a lot of attention to cats in London, though he hasn't figured out why, which is something The Cat King notices and decides to send him a little something to remind Edwin of him

Edwin x Thomas, oneshot — the rest of the Detective Agency find out about Edwin's relationship with The Cat King and chaos ensues

Miscellaneous:

Dead Boy Detectives x male reader, oneshot — reader has powers and works with the detectives on a case

Poly Edwin x Charles x gn reader, headcanons and oneshot — established relationship with fluffy moments between the three : may not be written (don't love poly but we'll see)

Lord of the Rings

Legolas Greenleaf:

Legolas x male reader, oneshot — reader and Legolas drink way too much at a pub, ignoring any onlookers and opting to share a dance together : not requested

The Marauders

Regulus Black:

Regulus x ftm reader, oneshot — fluffy scene, maybe dysphoria comfort

Regulus x male reader, oneshot/series — academic rivals to lovers that resolves with a lot of tension at a Slytherin party : not requested, almost finished

The Maze Runner

Newt:

Newt x male reader, prob oneshot — Newt is very protective of reader, could be in the Glade or in the Scorch Trials or in the Last City

Newt x ftm reader, headcanons and oneshot — best friends to lovers and everyone in the Glade knows about them

The Umbrella Academy

Male Original Character, series — with a charismatic & overdramatic who flirts with everyone, multiple ships : not requested, but a long work in progress

Outer Banks

JJ Maybank:

JJ x male reader, oneshot — reader is a surfer and manages to impress JJ enough to get invited to a party, where they play truth or dare and silly things happen : not requested

Sherlock

Sherlock Holmes:

Sherlock x male reader (or oc), oneshot — reader is a genius, autistic, and a cat person, and help Sherlock with one of his cases, thus earning his attention immediately : just started

Star Wars

Obi-Wan Kenobi:

Obi-Wan x male reader, oneshot — part two of Caught in the Moment, which would be the aftermath of them finding out about Obi-Wan and the reader's relationship during a joint training session

Stranger Things

Eddie Munson:

Eddie x gn reader, headcanons and oneshot — shy reader who needs to let loose, Eddie takes it upon himself to show them a good time and they really come out of their shell

Eddie x male reader, oneshot — reader stumbles onto Eddie's magasins which are bookmarked with people that look suspiciously like reader, so gay confession ensues : may not be written (original request too lewd so I changed but don't know if I'm inspired enough to write it)

hope this helps if you want to request something or just to see what's to come in the near future :) you guys have really put me to the test and to work and I appreciate it more than you can believe. if you cannot see a request you've made her then I will not write it, sorry (prob bc it went against my rules or was too sexual).

if you want to encourage me to write faster/more a good way is to read, like, reblog, and comment what I have already written. I loooove feedback and encouragement

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heartofwritiing · 2 years

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The Doctor Rambles

paring: 10th!doctor x fem!reader

summary: the doctor gose on one of his many rambles but you’re so exhausted from your recent adventure.

a/n: so i am yet again on a doctor who fixation for the 100th time in my life lol i got this idea the other night and i really wanted to write it hope you guys enjoy!

warning(s): just fluff, short and unedited!

Your legs felt like jelly as you walked down the busy London street in your combat boots. What you hoped would be a relaxing day turned into another crazy adventure. You had just spent the day running around London following the doctor and his little gizmo that was tracking “void stuff” the doctor never really explained what that was but you went along with it as always. Just nodding and smiling whenever the doctor went on his many, many tangents.

You were jogging along the sidewalk trying to keep up with the doctor and his long legs when he stopped at a crosswalk, his coat clung around his shoulders but the bottom swished with every movement. He looked down at the device and it had stopped making noise as you came up from behind him placing your hand on his shoulder while you caught your breath.

He poked his tongue out in thought and brought his other hand up to fiddle with the device in the other.

“Okay, I need a minute before we start running again.” you pant. The Doctor huffed and banged his hand on the side of the gizmo before it finally went silent from the whirring noise it made. “No need, I've lost the trail.”

You sighed in relief. At least you didn’t have to run anymore.

“Oh well back to the Tardis!” the Doctor shrugged and began to walk off in the other direction.

You gaped at him but followed. “Doctor!" you shout.

"That's it? after all that?!"

He turns back to you frowning.

"No, something is wrong with the gizmo, I have to go back to the tardis to fix it," he says.

You groan.

"the Tardis is parked all the way on the other side of the city!” He shoved his hands in his pockets and took out his sonic screwdriver, scanning the device trying to see the problem and why it had lost the trail. He turned back to you.

“Well I suppose we could take the bus back, come on.” he motions for you.

You both make it to a bus stop at the end of the road and plop yourselves down on the bench. You cross your arms over your chest to keep yourself warm, even though you were wearing a jacket the air was very chilly at night. The Doctor was still messing with his gizmo and you just sat there looking up at the sky, occasionally a car would pass you by on the road but other than that the street was pretty much empty. The only sounds were the wind brushing by your ears and the buzzing of the sonic to your left.

When the red double decker bus pulls up the doctor motioned you to step in first, while he showed the driver the psychic paper. You both found seats and plopped down beside each other again.

The bus began moving and your eyes felt heavy with exhaustion. The Doctor began rambling about the machine he was still messing with.

You yawned, but not because you thought what the doctor was saying was boring but because you were so tired from all the running. You rested your head on the doctors shoulder but he was too busy talking to notice you were begging to doose off to the sound of his voice.

"And I just can't understand what happened to-" The Doctor stops his speech when he looks over to you and realizes you've fallen asleep on his shoulder, your soft snores and chest falling slowly indicating this. He smiled amusingly, he hadn't realized he had tried you out from running around London all day. and went back to work fiddling with his contraption. He would tell you about his rambling brain latter when you were awake.

tags: @redheadspark @a-lumos-in-the-nox @steve-harringtons-slut

@magnificentzombiebasement

#10th!doctor x reader #10th!doctor #doctor who #doctor who x reader #doctor who imagine #fanfiction #x reader #the doctor x reader #the doctor x fem!reader #10th!doctor x fem!reader #david tennet #david tennant x reader #doctor who fanfiction #fluff #short fic

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panditsairamguru · 10 months

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Vashikaran Specialist in London - Unlocking the Power of Positive Energy

We will explore the profound wisdom and ancient practices of Vashikaran, an age-old art rooted in positive energy. As the leading Vashikaran Specialist in London, Pandit Sai Ram Guru possesses unparalleled expertise in this esoteric field, guiding individuals towards harmony, love, and success.

#Spiritual Healer in London #Love Psychic in London #Psychic Reader in London

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astropanditpremkumar · 1 year

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Are you the one who id looking for the best face reader in London? Then you must consult Pandit Prem Kumar Ji, he is an amazing face reader that can let you know about your personality by just analyzing your face. A face can reveal so many things without saying, but you need the right guidance. In this post you can read few points about face reading by Pandit Prem Kumar Ji also you visit our site for better guidance.

#Psychic reading in London #Psychic Reader in London

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spirit-girl-nijisanji · 9 months

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That Voice...

꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷♡꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷♡꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷♡꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦

➼ Pairing; Mysta Rias x GN!VTuber!Reader

➼ Ft. Uki Violeta and Shu Yamino & Voxxy Akuma is mentioned as well and of course Mysta Rias himself

➼ Content; Fluff, very slight angst, Uki being the big brother everyone wants and Shu being emotional Shupport

➼ ⚠️ Please remember I only write for the personas you see on your screen. I do not and will not write for the people behind the models. Please also remember that behind the models there are very real people with very real emotions. Please be respectful towards our beloved Nijisanji EN livers and do your best to separate the real people from the persona reflected on your screen. Thank you so much and enjoy the story ⚠️

➼ Summery; The very first offline collab as a Nijisanji EN VTuber takes a turn You never saw coming...

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠… ⋘ 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡…⋙… █▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ ███▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ █████▒▒▒▒▒ ███████▒▒▒ ██████████ ▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ 100% ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ!

꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷♡꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷♡꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷♡꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦

It was the first day of your offline collab with Nijisanji EN's Psychic from Noctyx, Uki Violeta and Sorcerer from Luxiem, Shu Yamino. The three of you decided to take a trip to London to see the sights and make a collab out of it, previously before the trip, You had been talking to Vox about a good place to go on a trip and maybe an offcollab. He said giving London a shot would be fun and named off a bunch of fun activites to do while there.

After taking some time to plan out a trip, you reached out to Uki and Shu, two people you had wanted to do an offcollab with since joining the company. Asking them to join you on your trip was fairly easy, both agreed very quickly. You had just joined Nijisanji weeks before Mysta Rias, a member of Luxiem graduated. In the short time you have been apart of the company, you had become fairly close with Mysta, Shu and Uki. It saddened you deeply seeing Mysta leave seeing as how close you had gotten with him in such a short period of time.

~ 2 days before the offline collab W/Uki and Shu ~

You sat at your desk, staring at the discord waiting to see if anyone would come online, it was fairly late for you but you couldn't sleep. You decided to check YouTube and see if anyone was streaming, hoping there would be a chance to join them for company. Checking Uki's channel, seeing he was livestreaming a horror game, you hummed and jumped into his chat;

Chat; Y/VTuberName (NIJISANJI EN): Hey Uki, do you mind if I jump in VC with you? I can't sleep and the silence is driving me insane- ASwiftyFan23: Omg, HI Y/VTubername! A_Local_UkiFan: UKI MAMA, Y/VTubername's here! They can't sleep! A.Y/VTubername.fan: Awh poor thing, Uki let them join and keep each other company!

Uki hummed and he looked over at his chat seeing people saying hello to you,

" Oh! Y/VTubername's here? What did they say? " He spoke in his usually gentle voice, scrolling up to check what you said, seeing the message, he paused the game he had been playing and quickly went into the discord DMs he had with you,

" Yeah, you can join me. Let me just call you real quick. " he said before the sound of a call ringing could be heard followed by your small voice greeting Uki and the Stargazers while Uki unpaused his game and continued on with stream while occasionally chatting with you.

" So you can't sleep huh? Something bothering you? " Uki asked softly while playing through the game.

" Oh.. well I don't really think I'm allowed to talk about it on stream actually. " You said with a sigh while resting your chin on your hand, eyes glued to your computer monitor watching the game he had streamed to you so you could watch.

Hearing Uki hum before he paused and took a second to type something to someone in discord. You waited a moment before speaking again, saying you got the okay to speak freely, you knew that he knew it was about Mysta.

" It's about Mysta... "

" I figured it was, so now you have the okay to speak freely from Staff san. Because we both can see something is bothering you quite a bit. " Uki said once again unpausing his game and continuing on, even still, his attention mostly on what you were going to say,

" It's just... I had wanted to collab and spend so much more time with Mysta and I even asked Staff San to help me plan an offcollab with him. But then... " your voice trailed off and you fought back the tears you felt forming in your eyes.

Even before joining Nijisanji yourself, you had spent a lot of time watching the livers, Mysta specifically along with Uki and Shu hence why it didn't take much time for you to click with the three of them when you did join.

" I know girl, I honestly wish that you had joined a little sooner so you could have been apart of the collabs with Mysta and I'm sure he would have loved to do an offline collab with you, it's just the timing of everything was off ya know? " Uki saids, empathy lacing his tone, he could hear the sadness so clearly in your voice as you spoke.

" I know... it just sucks.. But I am happy I get to do this offcollab with you and Shu. I guess I have something to look forward to that will take my mind off things.. " You said quietly.

You suddenly heard Uki chuckle before speaking again,

" My chat just flooded in with people saying, ' Noooo ', ' Don't cry babyyyyy ', ' Poor thing just wanted to spend time with Mysta. ' and ' Such a sweetheart! Y/VTubername is such a wholesome baby! '. Even the Stargazers can hear how sad you are. " he said gently, you could hear the smile on his face as he read the chats out to you.

Hearing the chats coming in on Uki's stream, it made you crack a tiny smile. Despite the tears now rolling down your cheeks, you sniffled and wiped them away and kept conversing with Uki. The stream went on, you both laughed, joked and screamed at jumpscares together and had fun, you could never put your finger on it but something about Uki always seemed to comfort you. He was like the big brother you never had.

~ The day of the offline collab W/Uki and Shu ~

You had met Nijipurple members at the airport, you had made sure all your seats were together, Shu had the isle seat, Uki in the middle and you next to the window. You were super excited to go on this trip and spend time with your Oshi's. The plane ride went smoothly, you and the duo spent most the time quietly chatting about what to do the second day of the trip and spend the final few hours of the flight taking well deserved naps.

Upon arrival, you had made sure the vehicle you rented for the trip was there and ready to go. Hopping into the driver's seat, Uki in the passenger and Shu in the back, you punched the address to the AirBNB in the GPS and made your way there. Getting to the AirBNB proved easy. Once getting there, everyone got out and piled into the lovely home and got situated in their respective rooms.

You met the two in the living area and sat down on the couch,

" It's a little late for a stream so why don't we put on a movie and enjoy some drinks before we go to bed? " Uki suggested while going to a shelf of movies the trio was permitted to use while they stayed. Shu nodded in agreement as did you. All three of you were fairly jet lagged but not tired enough to go to bed right away.

Uki picked out a movie while Shu had gone to grab some drinks and popcorn. You sat on the couch with the remote ready to turn on the movie when everyone was ready. Once you were all settled in, Shu on your left and Uki on the right, you started the movie.

~ The Next Day ~

The following day rolled around, you were the first one up, in the kitchen preparing some breakfast and coffee for the two boys for whenever they had gotten up.

After Uki and Shu had gone to bed, you had been woken up by a discord message, checking it, you see it was from Mysta.

Discord messages; MyStAbEaSt; Hey Y/N, how have you been? Y/VTubername; Could be better.. but surviving. what's up? MyStAbEaSt; I had something I wanted to tell you before I left Niji but never got the chance to, I was hoping I could get the chance to tell you now? Y/VTubername; I guess so.. What is it MyStAbEaSt; Listen Y/N, I just wanted you to know what I am really happy I got to meet you before I left NijiEN. And I wanted to tell you that, in the short time we've known each other, I've developed some strong feelings for you... I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, I didn't know how. Y/VTubername; I... it's late Mysta, I should be getting to bed. I'll talk to you another time yeah? Y/VTubername has gone offline -

You turned off your phone and rolled over turning away from it, hugging the pillow next to you tight while squeezing your eyes shut, tears slipping through and wetting the pillow under you. You too had developed feelings for the detective but for him to only tell you weeks after he left Nijisanji, did something you didn't like to your heart. You hadn't even seen him in person yet, you didn't know how to respond to this..

You stood at the stove making eggs, bacon and toast for Uki and some vanilla flavored coffee along with eggs, bacon and regular coffee for Shu. You had been trying to get the conversation from that night out of your mind so you could relax and have fun with the two men while on your trip. It wasn't long before two drowsy voices spoke out behind you,

" Mmmm.. complimentary breakfast huh... It smells good. "

" I didn't take your for the early bird type.. "

You turned around with the two plates of food in your hands while the two sat down at the table, Uki yawning and rubbing his eyes like a tired child and Shu stretching and yawning like cat would after a good nap. Smiling, you chuckled and explained you weren't normally a morning person, you were just excited to spend time with them and get the day started. Uki looked at you, he could tell something else was up but decided against saying anything. You gave them their coffees and sat down with your own food and a cup of tea (or whatever beverage you enjoy in the mornings).

Once you were all awake enough and dressed, you all went out and decided to look at a few shops first. You walked in between Uki and Shu, eyes shining at how beautiful the shops were. Uki and Shu had stopped to look at some nails that caught Uki's eye as you continued looking around the small shop you had gone into. Not paying attention, you collided with someone, sending you to the floor, a voice above you quickly apologizing.. You froze, you knew that voice. You would recognize that voice anywhere...

" Oh shit! I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there. " the voice spoke, you slowly looked up seeing a gloved hand being held out to you. Your eyes trailing above the hand, meeting the blue eyes you knew so well.

Both parties were frozen in place when your eyes met.. His eyes were wide with surprise as were yours but more with shock. Your hand slowly met his and he gently pulled you to your feet not breaking the eye contact you held with him.

" Mysta... " you spoke quietly, not knowing what to do, you didn't notice that you hadn't let go of his hand and he didn't seem to notice either.

" Y/N... " he whispered back, shocked that he had ended up bumping into you by chance, sub consciously, he gave your hand a tight squeeze.

The squeeze sent a comforting and warm feeling up your arm and into your chest. Before either of you could speak or process what was happening, your body moved on it's own accord, arms shooting up tightly wrapping around the detective's neck holding him close to you like a lifeline.

Something in your mind was telling you that if you let go, even for a moment, he'll disappear forever.. You held tight then feeling arms snake tight around your waist with the same strength that you held. Feeling the tears well up into your eyes, you let the hot tears freely fall. Neither party speaking, the silence said a thousand words, by this time, Uki and Shu noticed you had wandered off, they had come looking for you only to find you embracing a familiar figure. Uki couldn't help but smile and tear up seeing how tight you and the former detective were holding each other, Shu simply smiled and he placed a hand on Uki's shoulder to comfort him.

Not letting go, you pulled back to look up at the greyish blond haired male, the gentle smile on his face made your heart speed up. He opened his mouth to speak but you stopped him, crashing your lips against his, giving him a response to his message the previous night.

After that, Mysta spent the day with you, Uki and Shu, even coming back to the AirBNB. You then could say that you had met the man that brought you to Nijisanji, you met the man that captured your heart and you weren't gonna let him go anytime soon, regardless of if he was in Nijisanji or not, it was that voice that finally grounded you.

#mysta rias #nijisanji en #luxiem #mysta rias x reader #niji en #nijisanji en x reader #mysta x reader #noctyx #uki violeta #shu yamino #vox akuma

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astroravi · 9 months

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Guardian Against Darkness: Best Astrologer for Blackmagic Removal

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#astrology reading london #psychic reading in honslow #psychic reader in honslow

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sievtrr · 2 months

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okay, I wrote the basis for this

and this is very banal, but…english isn’t my first language kkkkkkk

Let’s imagine, that the events begin with the death of Mary. Nathaniel knew from childhood that he was a hereditary psychic, which included the abilities of a medium, a tarot reader and clairvoyance. The strength was passed on to him from his late grandmother on his father's side. Even as a child, he began to notice that something prevented him from dying after Nathan's torture. He often saw his grandmother in dreams and then in reality, who told him that he was unusual and, if he began to understand this, he would discover incredible power in himself. Therefore, after another torture by Nathan and his assistants, he listened to the words of the late grandmother and began to study this topic in secret from everyone, as much as possible, with the help of the dead grandmother, with whom they met several times in dreams. But time was short and after a couple of months he and his mother ran away. It was easier to get books, daggers, candles, tarot and many other helpful things on the run than at his parents' house, so Nathaniel continued to delve into the topic of his abilities. He stole books from the library, hid in dark corners to catch at least a moment, but his mother eventually found out. Mary also noticed that something strange was happening to the boy. Even as a child he often talked to someone she did not see, was quickly recovering from his father’s abuse, as if something was preventing him from dying. But she never really attach any importance to it, much less something supernatural, that’s why she was horrified and very frightened, as a result of which she severely beat her son. She had a hard time believing that her son could actually see and do things that other people couldn't. She tried to knock his sick fantasy out of him, but Nathaniel proves his abilities to his mother by summoning her late grandmother. Then Mary comes up with a way to make money out of it. Already at the age of 14, more and more people are starting to turn to Neil, asking for his help. From failure in love to searching for missing people or talking to a dead relative. When Nathaniel masters his powers, his mother dies. Nathaniel is tired of being on the run and living in constant fear, so he calls his uncle. A few days later, he is already sitting on a plane to London and leaving the USA behind. In London, he meets his mother's entire family and their ignorance of Nathaniel's abilities. And also, it is there that he dreams of the date of his death for the first time.

#aftg #andreil #neil josten #andrew minyard #sketch #all for the game #nathaniel wesninski #mary hatford

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locklyle1kanij · 6 months

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Okay it’s time for part two of my Lockwood and Co fic recs, we’re going into the not as known fics and a lot of them are newer and mostly a bit shorter then the other ones i recommend last time.

(and of course they’re all mainly locklyle)

Also spoilers for The Hollow Boy ending if you haven’t read it, bec a lot of these fics have to do with the ending of that book.

Also if you have any trouble finding theses fics just let me know and i can hopefully help you out. ENJOY!!

“A certain step to falling in love” written by: buttonupshirt

Ongoing

Plot Summary:

Lucy reads Lockwood's copy of Pride and Prejudice

“A turn of fate” written by: IndecisiveScribbler

Ongoing

Plot Summary:

Lucy Carlyle has the worst luck. After getting rejected from what seems like every agency in London, it honestly feels like the world is against her. Fate strikes her with a second chance, though, and she is hired by Fittes as the newest member of Quill Kipps' team. She's prepared to show just how powerful her Talent can be. Anthony Lockwood is having an absolutely terrible time finding a new agent. He and George are struggling, and it doesn't help that Kipps keeps tearing cases away from them left and right. Luckily, he has a plan that will solve both of his problems at once.

I’m other words…

An AU in which Lucy doesn't learn about Lockwood & Co. and gets hired by Fittes instead.

“After the fall” written by: Littlelola

Ongoing

Plot Summary:

THB SPOILERS!! a different way the argument about Lucy leaving L&C could have gone.

“Don’t give up on me” written by: dmh23

Ongoing

Plot Summary:

TCS SPOILERS!! What if after their experience with La Belle Dame, Lucy is absolutely furious at Lockwood for following the Visitor? What if the case forces them to confront their feelings for each other, before their emotions end up causing even more issues for them and everyone around them?

“Drag Me Down” written by: buggybugs

Ongoing

Plot Summary:

After the untimely death of his sister, nine year old Anthony Lockwood is sent to live with a family friend who teaches him how to protect himself. But when a mysterious person drops off a pamphlet when he's seventeen, it's going to change everything. Alongside his untrained psychic powers and newfound friends, George Karim and Lucy Carlyle-Fittes, he'll soon discover that not everything is what it seems. Welcome to Whispering Rock Psychic Summer Camp, where you train hard to become international psychic secret agents....otherwise known as Psychonauts.

[Psychonauts AU, but you do NOT have to play the games in order to read this! The setting and some of the plot points are taken from the game, but a majority of it are worldbuilding things I've created myself to make this concept work so that it can be read by all readers.]

“Give me something to believe in” written by: PiningLikeFineDining

Ongoing

Plot Summary:

A royalty AU where Lucy and Lockwood meet as kids.

(my obsession with Royalty AU’s is honestly pretty concerning lol)

“Glowing Dim As An Ember” written by: LeonaBelle

Ongoing

Plot Summary:

Lukia doesn't remember her life before she was taken in by Mrs. Karlova. All she knows is she needs to get out of Russia and go to Paris, where she's sure she'll find the key to her past. A snarky conman, Anton, and his comrade Georgiy are her ticket out, with one catch: she has to pose as the Grand Duchess Ludmila. Along the way she finds herself inexplicably drawn to Anton, who seems somehow familiar. Lukia's journey is sabotaged by sinister shadows from her past, and only time will tell if she loses her heart or her life first.

(It’s an anastasia au, and it’s so perfect for locklyle)

“Gutted” written by: Savoirfaire

Ongoing

Plot Summary:

THB SPOILERS!! Lucy is staying away from Lockwood for his own good. Lockwood is too proud to ask her to come back. It'll take a miracle to get them back together. That, or a foot of steel rebar through the stomach.

“Happy endings” written by: Shenanigans24

Ongoing

Plot Summary:

an AU where, Lucy Carlyle is a frustrated writer working a part time job that's leading nowhere. Her problem, she doesn't believe in happy endings. Anthony Lockwood, journalist, isn't looking for a happy ever after. He's far too busy. Both end up for different reasons, at evening classes for writers. Do they deserve their own happy ending? Well first they might have to work together to solve a shocking mystery that sounds as if it belongs in a fiction book.

“I Can See You” written by: scarlettaylor

Ongoing

Plot Summary:

Lucy Carlyle is one of the top agents in England, a part of the notorious Fittes Agency. Anthony Lockwood is the founder and leader of Lockwood and Co., an Agency rapidly rising to fame. After the two meet on a case, it seems that fate keeps pulling them together. Navigating being in love as an agent is already a challenge. Hiding it from your respective agencies is a whole other issue.

“just business” written by: menina123

Ongoing

Plot Summary:

THB SPOILERS!! Lockwood’s been looking for a way to get Lucy back all winter, and when DEPRAC decides to host a weekend conference, he finally gets his chance. And if there’s a discount on registration fees for couples (excuse me, pairs)? That’s even better.

(I found this one today and i’m already obsessed with it)

“On The Fence” written by: Mercurial_Rain

Ongoing

Plot Summary:

Lucy Carlyle is an art student that stumbles across the Lockwood & Co fencing club while finishing an art assignment. She doesn't expect to see them again, but then, fate will do as it will.

(OMG i can’t believe i forgot about this one!! It’s sooo good!!!)

“The bizarre brink of feelings” written by:

Mirroringdust (MirroringDust)

Ongoing

Plot Summary:

SPOILER FOR THB What if Lucy never left after the Hollow Boy and what if her vision became true but in a completely unexpected way? Lucy and Lockwood face a situation that they can't really understand and a ghost they can't really capture in the usual way. On their final way to fight it, they are trapped in the tunnel, the others already lost. The manifestation pushed them to the brink of their feelings and the only way to not get lost is to admit them.

“The Darkness Beyond The Gates: A Halloween Chronicle” written by: worldofkaeos

Finished

Plot Summary:

A day before Halloween, Lockwood and Co. is suddenly tasked with one of the most arduous and dangerous case they had ever encountered. A group of missing agents, an ancient tale of a peculiar girl, and a sudden outbreak of supernatural Visitors in the midst of order, when things seemed to have already calmed down. The stakes are sky-high; will they succeed in their quest and save these agents? Above all: will they make it out alive?

“The Far Side of Paradise” written by: WhimysInkRibbons

Ongoing

Plot Summary:

It's 1930. All around the country, banks are closing their doors as the fallout of Black Tuesday spirals into economic depression. But Hesperide Manor, home of business magnate Marissa Fittes, is a world of glamour set apart. Lucy Carlyle, an aspiring PI, poses as a maid at Hesperide, determined to uncover the secrets of the manor's history in order to trade it for justice for her own. But when her past catches up to her in the form of Anthony Lockwood, the man who betrayed her years ago, she knows a single misstep will cause both their identities to come crashing down. Lockwood has been searching for his parent's and sister's murderer for years, at the cost of his childhood and the girl he once loved. When fate brings them together again in Hesperide, his heart is torn between his growing feelings for Lucy and his desire to put the murderer behind bars. Striking a tentative alliance, Lockwood and Lucy agree to help each other find the answers they seek. But as the days pass, they find themselves both falling for each and becoming more and more entangled in sinister secrets that the wealthy and powerful will do anything to protect.

“the ghosts that we knew will flicker from view” written by: the_one_that_fell

Ongoing

Plot Summary:

Not long after the establishment of DEPRAC, it was ruled that all children over the age of seven who possessed any psychical Talents were to go through government-funded training. The day Lucy turned seven, she was shipped off to London to study at Fittes House. There, she met a boy.

“The Lost Months of the Hollow Boy” written by: PininglikeFineDining

Ongoing

Plot Summary:

OBVIOUSLY TBH SPOILERS!!Lockwood begins to realize what a life without Lucy entails, learns more about her through an unexpected visitor, and receives glimpses into her past. Takes place between books 3 & 4.

(If you don’t want to emotional damaged DON,T READ THIS!)(but you should read it tho…)

“What I Know Now written” by: wawabird

Ongoing

Plot Summary:

Lucy closed her eyes momentarily and took a deep breath. Opening them she looked at the two in front of her. As of right now they were her only hope, Mary's life rested in the hands of a socially awkward occultist and his dandy of a friend who would not stop staring at her. Fantastic. A fun little pre-problem regency au :)

I might make a part three but your gonna have to give me a couple weeks to find more because i’ve name dropped most of my favs i think lol but i will probably eventually make a part three… Also if any of the authors see this post, Thank You sooo much and keep doing what your doing <33333 and of course let me know your fic recs because I LOVE L&C FICS!!

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Dreamsharing

realtionships: marc spector x avenger!witch!reader, established steven x reader, jake x reader [gn]

word count: 1.7k

summary: After accidentally seeing Marc's childhood first hand you assure him how much he's loved. When you try tell the boys what you saw you wind up revealing your own dark past

warnings: brief mentions of death/abuse, victim blaming, ptsd, crying, hurt/comfort, you and marc are a childhood trauma power couple

a/n: imagine the pic of wanda is you going apeshit in the mirror dimension, conejito = bunny

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You often miss your friends in New York but there was one thing you don’t miss at all. Dreamsharing.

When you’re awake you have pretty good control over your psychic abilities but when you’re asleep however, your mind is much more vulnerable. Memories with strong emotions are very… loud. Especially the bad ones. You would regularly get flashes of nightmares that weren’t yours.

On top of the trauma of seeing all that firsthand it made you feel guilty. You didn’t like invading your friends’ privacy. You wanted them to trust you, not fear you. But still you struggled to block the visions. When you moved to London you thought you would be done with dreamsharing. Then you fell in love.

You’re not dumb. Your boyfriends have DID, which you know comes from severe childhood trauma. You know they don’t talk about their family. You know they won’t watch TV shows or movies where children are hurt. And you know they don’t like water (specifically Marc.) But that’s it. You don’t pry. You want them to come to you when they’re ready.

You’ve only fallen asleep with Marc a time or two before. Him and Jake are much more guarded than Steven, who loves coming to the sanctum for sleepovers. But one late dinner and movie night Marc winds up in your king bed, holding you securely from behind. You fall into a peaceful, dreamless sleep. Then the nightmare starts.

Cave. Water. Can’t breathe. Funeral. Hitting. Screaming. It’s all your fault, it’s all your fault, it’s all-

You wake up with a start, heart beating so hard you feel dizzy. Your boyfriend is twisting in his sleep with a frown on his beautiful face. “Marc, Marc,” you whimper, a sob bubbling out of your throat as you move in his arms. He wakes up quickly (his time in the military has left him a light sleeper.)

“Baby?” He asks, in that low tired voice that usually makes your stomach flutter. “What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

You simply throw yourself on him, burying your face in the crook of his neck. You take in his aftershave as you attempt to catch your breath. You know this is backwards, you’re supposed to be the one comforting him, but you can’t help but cry on his behalf. No child deserves that treatment.

“Bad dream,” you whimper against his warm skin. He instantly starts rubbing your back. “Oh, sweetheart,” he coos sympathetically.

You revel in his comfort for a few more moments until you pull away. You pull away with a sniffle, “what about you?” He furrows his brow. “What about me?” He asks. You hesitate, not wanting to confess you accidentally spied on his most repressed memories. “You were moving in your sleep. Thought you were having a nightmare too.”

He cups your face with large, warm hands. “You’re always looking out for me, aren’t you, angel? Honestly I don’t remember my dream.”

You bite your lip. You can tell he’s telling the truth but you wonder if he naturally forgot it or if you subconsciously did something to make him forget. You shiver at the thought of using your powers on him without meaning to. It feels like a violation. He uses his thumb to pull your lip from your teeth, offering you a gentle kiss.

"Do you wanna talk about it?”

You swallow thickly. “It was about you?”

“Me?”

“Yes. You… were hurt. I couldn’t stand seeing you like that.”

His chocolate eyes melt. “Aw baby, I’m okay. I’m right here with you and I’m not going anywhere.” You take his hands from your face to kiss his palms. “I love you. All of you.” His body tenses up at your confession.

“You don’t have to say it back. I just wanted you to–"

Before you can continue you’re being pulled against his broad chest with an ‘oof.’ He clings to you almost desperately. “You love us?” The trepidation in his voice has your heart cracking.

"More than anything.”

You know you’re gonna have to tell him the truth soon. But for now you’re going to hold him in your arms, protecting him from the rest of the world.

____

Steven chuckles at the TV but his smile drops when you have no reaction. He looks down at you, your head pillowed in his lap. Your eyes are distant. This is your favorite comedy and you aren’t even enjoying it. Something’s been off with you for the last few days, all the altars knew it, but you denied it. Marc and Jake have been pushing him to find out what it is, because apparently he’s the best with feelings. Steven think’s they’re just pussies.

“Are you alright, love?” He asks gently as possible, stroking your arm.

You don’t respond at first and Steven is afraid you’re ignoring the question once again but then you let out a sigh. “Recently I did something by accident and I feel guilty about it.”

Steven’s brow furrows. He can’t imagine you doing wrong by anyone. Not only because you’re the kindest person he knows, but your psychic abilities make you incredibly empathetic. No matter where you are in the world you can tell when your boyfriends are having a bad day and send them a cute selfie. How could anyone be upset with you?

“Well if it was an accident it wasn't your fault, was it? Just be honest and I’m sure they’ll forgive you.”

“It’s Marc.” You admit, fiddling with your pajama shirt nervously. “Well, all of you really, but it happened when Marc was fronting.”

Steven becomes even more confused. “You did something to us?” You nod meekly, still staring at the TV so you don’t have to make eye contact. He interlaces your fingers, “do you wanna tell me about it? We’ll work it out together, yeah?"

You take a moment to appreciate his touch before forcing out the truth, “I saw your childhood.” Before he can respond you’re flying up from your place in his lap, almost headbuttig him in the process. “It was an accident! I was sleeping beside Marc and he was having a nightmare and I saw it. It’s called dreamsharing. It hasn’t happened in a while so I didn’t even think to warn you.”

Steven is still quiet, attempting to take in all the information. F/C magic crackles from your fingertips. You clench your fists. “Be honest, how upset is Marc? Does he hate me?”

“What? No! He could never hate you, darling. None of us could. He’s just… quiet.” Then suddenly he tenses up, eyes glazing over for a moment before they roll back in head. You don’t need psychic powers to tell it’s Jake who’s fronting.

You’ve seen the dark look on his face before, usually when someone talks down to Steven or gets a little too close to you. It means he’s gone into his protector role. The fact that he feels the need to protect Marc from you has your eyes burning with unshed tears.

“Was that the night you had a bad dream?” He asks. You nod wordlessly. His jaw clenches, “is that why you told us you love us? Because you pity us?”

“What? No! I said I love you because I meant it, I still do! Nothing’s changed.” You take his hands in yours, relieved when he doesn’t pull away. “After you fell asleep that night I left. I went to the mirror dimension and I just… let go. I haven’t lost control of my magic like that in years.”

His eyes hesitantly meet yours, noticeably less bitter but still guarded. “Why did you?”

“Because I want you to be happy! I want to protect you! No one deserves to be blamed like that, I would know!” You freeze at your own words, as does Jake.

“What does that mean?”

You try to respond but it comes out in stutters. Nearby objects start rattling ominously as your hands glow. Jake doesn’t hesitate to take your face in his rough hands.

“Hey, conejito, look at me. You’re alright. I’m gonna need you to calm down for me.”

You take a few deep breaths as your eyes turn back to their natural color that your boyfriend’s love so much. “I’m sorry,” you whisper. He shakes his head dismissively. “Don’t be.” His thumbs stroke your cheekbones. He doesn’t want to pressure you but his stomach is in anxious knots, he needs to know the truth. “Can you tell me what you meant earlier?”

“I- I want to but it’s hard.” You swallow nervously. “Can I write it down?”

He nods instantly. “Yeah, of course.” He’s moving to find paper and something to write with when you conjure both in your hands. Adoration spreads through his chest when he notices the colorful pen you made. “Cute,” he comments simply.

“Thanks. I was hoping glitter ink would make it less depressing,” you joke dryly. He smiles softly, pressing a kiss against your temple, then leaning away to give you privacy. You grab one of Steven’s nearby books to bare down and take a claming breath before starting.

You can sense Marc, pressing to the front of Jake’s consciousness, anxious to see what you write. It’s only a few moments of tense silence before you’re offering him the paper, but then you pull it back. “Just one more thing,” you mumble, scribbling a message at the bottom. Once you’re satisfied you pass it to Jake. He reads it with bated breath.

My grandma was a witch but my mom wasn’t (magic sometimes skips a generation like that.) She mysteriously died giving birth to me, probably because of my powers. Her body just couldn’t handle it. My dad never forgave me.

I know what you’re going through

-your sunshine

When Marc looks at you tears are brimming his dark eyes, the realization that you went through something similar crushing his heart. Now he knows why seeing his dream affected you so much. “Oh baby,” he says in that gruff voice you love as he pulls you against him, hand cradling the back of your head. It’s a little awkward since you’re on the couch but neither of you mind.

“It wasn’t your fault.” He whispers against your hair.

“It wasn’t yours either.”

____

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