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jesslockwood · 11 months

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Someone just said that Anthony Lockwood is not a people pleaser and I’d like to dive into why I personally think he is.

Fair warning: this is just my opinion on my psych evaluations of his character as someone who is a chronic people pleaser and has gone to therapy for it. I’m also an actor so it’s literally my job to figure out why characters tick for the portrayal of them on stage or screen. this is a fictional character so don’t attack me lol.

you’re obviously entitled to your own opinion but I just wanted to give mine :)

!!!SOME BOOK SPOILERS!!!

the deep dive below the cut

Okay so he may seem to most people like a narcissistic character type (from people telling me that that’s what they think) but from what I see is more that he craves to be seen and heard and wants others to feel the same, and does anything even if it hurts others (like the tv public appearance) to satisfy it the craving of being loved and accepted and believed that he’s right whether he agrees with it himself or not. I do think there’s a lot more from the childhood trauma that affects him also to be a hero, and to have a saviour complex almost because he’d rather die a hero and let others live than the pain of himself losing more people. so yes that’s the main part of what his character’s made up of but he still is a people pleaser.

He has the urge to make sure people (like Lucy) feel heard and seen (because that’s all he’s ever wanted), and when for example she says she talked to the skull you can tell he has this internal battle because he wants her to feel pleased with his answer, and even though it’s an unbelievable phenomenon he chooses to hear her and make her feel seen the way he’s always wanted for himself. People pleasers stem when your needs are not met, (if it be from emotionally unavailable parents or like Lockwood, his parents physically weren’t there for him to have his needs met by them and I think he wants to make them proud due to their deaths and always craving more attention and love because he never got enough due to his situation) and you’re left to your own devices to figure out how to not rock the boat yourself when its metaphorically already in a storm. its almost like he cant say no to Lucy or disagree because she meets some of his needs when he’s agreeable. which I can relate to finding people who meet your needs because they're paying attention to you (like George says you “because you like the way she looks at you”) and that’s why he gives her 100% of his devotion, and acceptance and love, hoping she’ll at lest give 1%. (I’m not saying though that Lucy give 1% that’s just how people pleasers work)

I think though with Lockwood and George, George just doesn't have the capacity to give Lockwood what he so desperately wants, at least to the degree he wants, so he turns to Lucy when she’s in the picture. he even at the funeral was like ‘oh my god its Penelope Fittes!!!’ internally looking for validation of what he did.

Lastly people pleasers can be selfish. I’ve seen it in myself a lot, and people I know and have been told as to why talking to my therapist. Like my ex best friend is a people pleaser, and she got a boyfriend and because he started giving her the validation and “love” she so desperately wanted, she forgot about me and the rest of her friends. she traded us because she found someone who can give her what's she’s craving more at the moment, and clinging onto it for dear life instead of dealing with why she wants that so badly. like I said with the tv interview with the Annabel case and with him calling Lucy an asset, because he wants to be one so bad and have the spotlight for that validation so badly. I will funnily say this is why a lot of people want to be actors, or in the entertainment industry, because there’s a higher chance someone will watch them and praise them for their work.

if you’ve made it this far thanks for listening :)))

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lco-fan-weeks · 11 months

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Lockwood and Co Angst Week Day One: The Universal Problem

Prompts: missing scenes | AU | canon divergent

Here we go! We can't wait to see all your wonderful fics/creations! Remember to tag correctly, and add fics to our ao3 collection!

#lockwood and co angst week #lockwood & co angst week #lw&co #lockwood and co #lockwood & co #anthony lockwood #lucy carlyle #george karim #l&co #angst

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waitafrikk · 4 months

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lockwood and co season 1 on netflix save me

lockwood and co season 1

save me lockwood and co season 1

#im on my 4th rewatch i think?#lockwood and co #lw&co

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fandomscraziness22 · 1 year

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Arbovitae for the prompts if you are still doing them please! (Unsure if you need characters included but any of the trio is good!) Thank you!

so sorry this took so long! real life, ya know?

also this got soooooooo long lol, @futurearchaeologyprof spiraled into some good thoughts this weekend and then this fic turned into 2k's worth of words! thanks to @molinapattersons for beta reading!

arborvitae (unchanging friendship) — “i’ll always be here for you, no matter what.”

Lockwood sits back down at the table, happy that he could give Lucy her Grade Four certificate. She’s a full agent now, officially, though Lockwood would have told off anyone who tried to say otherwise, even before now. Lucy is more than skilled in her Talent, and her rapier fighting – while not always pretty – got the job done. And after Combe Carey Hall, Lockwood’s more glad than ever to have her in his agency.

Though he does have a quick bone to pick with his other employee. “You shouldn’t have said that. About what Listening can do.” He keeps his voice low, so Lucy can’t overhear them from the basement.

George is unrepentant, though he matches Lockwood’s tone. “Well, someone has to. She got way too close to Annabel… and Listeners can burn out. We need to look after her.”

Lockwood turns to look at the basement door, waiting for Lucy to appear after putting away the goggles George stole and her certificate. He’s glad that George wants to protect Lucy as much as he does. They’re a good team now, the three of them. And after they each risked their lives to save the others at the bloody Hall, they’ve gelled even more.

“She’s good, and she’s finally starting to get me.” George smiles at Lockwood, who gives a small one back.

It’s a relief, actually, that George and Lucy have gotten over whatever animosity that existed between them since their first meeting. He’s not used to sharing his friends with others, and he desperately wanted Lucy to feel welcome into both his agency and his home, and George is a big part of both. Hopefully this means the two of them will continue their friendship, though he’s not eager for the teasing that is bound to happen if they decide to team up against him.

“She’s a lot tougher than you think,” Lockwood replies.

Then, as if the universe has decided to prove him wrong, there’s a clatter from the basement. Lockwood stiffens, his smile disappearing.

“Everything okay down there?” George calls. Silence is the only answer.

“Luce?” Lockwood says, a finger coming to his mouth in consternation. She only left a few minutes ago.

Lucy doesn’t answer again. Lockwood looks to George, who’s also concerned. They stand in tandem and make their way to the basement stairs.

“Luce? Lucy?” Lockwood calls again as he walks down the swirling staircase, George right behind him. “Everything okay?”

What greets them is Lockwood’s worst nightmare come to life. Lucy lays on her back, dead still, as if she had fallen asleep on the cold floor of the basement.

It throws Lockwood back to being nine years old, seeing his sister sprawled on the floor of her room, a ghost hanging above her.

Panic rushes through Lockwood, chilling him as if he’s been ghost-locked.

He freezes on the bottom stair. All he can do is look at Lucy. His body refuses to move. Lockwood wants to run to Lucy’s side, wants to check her, wants to pick her up and cradle her to his chest and never let her go. But he simply can’t make himself.

The past rises up before him, as Lucy’s blue and white jumper becomes Jessica’s purple blouse, and her hair darkens into Jessica’s long black braids. Two rooms, superimposed over one another—a childhood bedroom, the dark basement.

This can’t be real. Please, please, she can’t be gone.

Not like this.

Not again.

Lockwood vaguely feels George push past him and mutter an expletive of some kind, but it’s like he’s underwater, the world around him muted and wavering. He can’t focus on anything except the fact that a girl he cares for (more than he wants to admit to himself) is dead on the floor; that he is too late yet again to save her.

There’s pressure on his arm, a voice. “Lockwood, hey!”

George is standing in front of him, hand squeezing his arm. Lockwood drags his eyes to meet George's.

“She’s breathing, Lockwood. But I need you to check the sources we have in storage. We don't want to find one of them hanging about. And look for any broken glass too.” His voice is calm and collected, and Lockwood can believe his friend’s words.

Lucy’s alive. She’s alive, she’s not gone, she isn’t Jessica. The relief restarts Lockwood’s heart, allowing new blood to warm his veins out of their stupor.

A plan. Lockwood’s supposed to come up with those, but it’s all he can do to nod and follow George’s instructions. As he walks to their storage corner, he tries to shove away his concern and accompanying relief into its own little box in his mind, like he normally does. But Lockwood realizes this hit too close to his most vulnerable spot, so the emotions don’t go quietly.

He reaches the shelves lined with sources and takes stock; they are all contained in their silver glass cases, all accounted for. His eyes sweep the floor of the basement between the shelves and Lucy, and he spots a box of tacks that has spilled, but no glass.

Lockwood walks back to George to see that his friend is kneeling by Lucy, checking her over and mumbling to himself. He’s got the back of his hand on her forehead, like Jessica used to do to Lockwood when she was checking for a fever. As usual, George is the steady rock Lockwood can fall back upon in a crisis.

“No glass and no missing sources,” Lockwood reports, though his voice shakes, betraying his continued fear. He drops to one knee on the other side of Lucy. “Is she…” Lockwood trails off, not even sure what to ask of his friend, who is not a doctor by any stretch of the imagination. He wants to hold her, but he’s afraid to confirm the dark thoughts that still linger in his mind.

“She’s not ghost-locked, or ghost-touched, obviously.” George looks up at him and shrugs. “She’s not abnormally cold or warm, so she doesn’t have a fever or chills. By all accounts, it seems like she just fell asleep.”

George’s words give him comfort, as they so often do, and Lockwood lets himself hold Lucy’s limp hand, feeling for her pulse. It’s beating strong and steady, as it should. George prattles on for a few more minutes, filling the silence, but Lockwood just lets it wash over him and tries to settle his emotions into something a bit more manageable.

They don’t know what caused this, which means there’s nothing to fight—nothing for Lockwood to throw himself into as a distraction, because they can do nothing until Lucy wakes up.

She has to wake up soon, right?

She can’t just sleep forever, since she’s not ghost-locked. But he’s never heard of anyone simply falling unconscious and sleeping when they were perfectly fine before.

Lucy was fine, wasn’t she?

Lockwood had been making sure she ate enough food every day, as much as he could. He had noticed how she bit into her biscuit that first day, during her interview, as if she hadn’t eaten in days. George had seen too, and the glance they had exchanged told him that they agreed—-even if this girl didn’t end up having Talent enough for them to hire, they were going to find a way to give her food to take on her way out. But Lucy had eaten dinner yesterday and breakfast this morning, even if the stupid news about Combe Carey Hall being hushed up had taken away his own appetite.

Could Lucy have been dehydrated? Or had she been hurt, and he hadn’t noticed? Lockwood tries to think back over the past few days, as crazy as they were, to find something he must have missed to make Lucy pass out like this.

Lockwood’s beginning to tear up, wracking his brain to find something that could be the cause—even though he’s sure it was him all along. He hurt Lucy; she’s unconscious on the floor right now, unmoving, none of them even knowing the extent of her injuries—all because of him.

All he does is lead the people he cares about into danger.

“Lockwood.”

It’s George—because of course George can tell when he’s spiraling. He can always tell—it’s the kind of friend he is, detail-oriented to a fault, often socially unaware but always paying attention to his closest friends.

“Lockwood, look at me.” George’s voice is kind; his friend is always too kind to him. Even if he tells Lockwood off for stealing a biscuit out of turn, or for being a dickhead to him or Lucy. Lockwood doesn’t want to catch George’s eyes, because he knows his friend will tell him something he simply doesn’t want to hear, and he needs to hold on to this guilt because it’s the only thing that gets him through sometimes—

“Please, Lockwood.” A hand settles over his own where it’s still clutching Lucy’s.

Goddamn George and his persistence. Lockwood finally looks up, not bothering to hide his fear and anguish. His emotions seem to be taking over today, and he doesn’t have the strength to push them away.

“Lucy’s okay. And she’s going to remain okay. But we gotta get her up to her bed, because this stone floor isn’t the best place to sleep for anyone.” He’s still collected and quiet, and Lockwood has no idea how, but he’s not about to complain.

Lockwood nods, taking a deep breath and trying to emulate George’s calm manner.

Then he looks over to the spiral staircase and muses aloud, “And just how are we going to manage that, my favorite researcher?”

George rolls his eyes at the attempted humor, but gives a sigh of his own and replies, “With difficulty, I expect.”

Somehow they do manage to carry Lucy up the many flights of stairs to her attic bedroom, with only minor cursing from both boys and a slight knock of Lucy’s arm against the wall. They decide against putting any blankets over her or even taking off her shoes, choosing to leave her as they found her in case she gets mad at them for taking liberties.

The boys trudge down the stairs and into the kitchen, where George begins making tea without a word. Tea is the best way to cope with any exhausting task, after all.

Finally Lockwood speaks. “Thank you, George. For your help down there, and for getting my head on straight. I don’t know where I’d be without you.”

And it’s true. George seems to have a sixth sense when it comes to what Lockwood needs (even if it’s not always what he wants), and he’s good at pulling Lockwood’s head out of the mental spirals he sometimes falls down.

George shrugs. “I’ll always be here for you and Lucy. No matter what. We’re a team of highly trained agents. We know to look out for each other.” His matter-of-fact tone doesn’t disguise the smile that’s peeking through, and Lockwood knows their friendship means just as much to George as it does to him.

“That being said, you look like shit.”

Lockwood huffs a laugh at George’s directness, but his friend continues before he can argue.

“Go try to rest, or read a book or something. I can watch Lucy for a while.”

“You sure? I can stay–”

George rolls his eyes. “Lockwood, I’m serious. Go lay down, we’re not gonna disappear in the few hours it will take you to find an excuse to come back up here.”

Admitting defeat is difficult, but Lockwood decides to let George win this round. He is exhausted, after the emotional roller coaster of the last few hours, and it decides to make itself known down to his bones.

“Come get me if she wakes up.” He waits for George to nod before giving Lucy one last look, turning and walking slowly down the stairs. He forgoes his bedroom for the library, picking up a book and slumping down into his chair.

Lockwood runs a hand over his face, letting the tiredness win for once as his brain cycles back through today’s events. The NDA and the coverup of Fairfax; giving Lucy her Grade Four; finding her passed out; George helping to keep him calm, and then carrying their Listener up the stairs.

He’s grateful Lucy and George continue to stick around. Sometimes he’s not sure why they bother with him, but it’s times like this that he remembers how important it is to let people in, no matter how terrifying he finds it. He needs them; needs their care and comfort, needs their steadiness when he can’t hold it together.

Lockwood’s glad they are his friends.

With a sigh, Lockwood opens his book and attempts to let the story take him away, if only for a few minutes.

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#lockwood and co #lw&co #l&co #anthony lockwood #lucy carlyle #george karim #angst #fanfic #hurt/comfort

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womaninwinter · 2 months

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fanon Lockwood: I see death... everywhere. The death glows. They burn my eyes .... the pain

canon Lockwood: lmao dead mouse

#lockwood and co #i am as guilty of fanon LW crimes as anyone tbf #but it is good to remember that he is first and foremost #a funny lil guy

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gigawatt-smile · 1 year

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L&Co as Textposts pt 2:

(Pt 1)

#the penultimate one is funny cause lw gets ghost touched like half an hour layer #lockwood and co #lockwood & co #l&co #anthony lockwood #lucy carlyle #george cubbins #george karim #flo bones #locklyle #long post

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alphacrone · 8 months

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Lockwood & Co. - What Could Have Been (Season 2)

#lockwood & co.#lockwood and co #lockwoodandcoedit #lockwood spoilers #lockwood book spoilers #mine #ok to rb #arsema thomas was my dreamcast for holly but #i always imagine her with lik 50s vibes and laura harrier had that aesthetic nailed down in Hollywood #i also think the show would have done the cape scene differently #hence lucy's weird frost vision during the bone glass scene #i chose this kipps scene bc it's my favorite he's like I'm Actually Just Talking to Lucy Because You Morons Won't Listen Also Fuck U George #plus i feel like they'd use it to torture lw a little bit in the show #i also NEED to know what they planned on doing with norrie

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juneneedsabreak · 3 months

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the whispering skull, page 51

#yeah i can see that #if i get one coin for every time i think about cameron's eyes #i would be able to produce lw&co ss2 #lockwood and co #locknation #anthony lockwood #lucy carlyle #george karim #george cubbins #save lockwood and co #cameron chapman

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redrobin-detective · 1 month

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#lockwood and co #lockwood netflix #George cubbins #george karim #just curious b while Lw and Lucy are near perfect adaptions #George is a bit different in both appearance and personality #so curious on y’all’s ideas

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fishfilletinacan · 6 months

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Thinking about how when George was injured, a real crisis, Lucy and Lockwood found so much comfort in each other

#lockwood & co #locklyle #I think about that scene a lot #them sitting there embracing for who knows how long #lw smiling as he came home and immediately going to hug her #Lockwood and co #the empty grave

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bobbys-not-that-small · 5 months

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one of my favourite things about the lw&co books is that, when I was reading them, I was constantly fighting the urge to read them out loud (sometimes I did, but I read about 10million times faster than I speak and I was devouring the books so I was going as fast as possible).

but what that tells me is that the characters and the story are so full of life and personality that they were spilling off the pages and into the real world. and I love that so much.

#I’m reading a lw&co fic atm which I’ve also read huge swathes aloud #and if that isn’t the best sign that it’s good idk what is #lockwood and co #bobby talks

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jesslockwood · 9 months

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Detecting the Haunted Masterlist

Chapter Two

Word Count: 2.3k

Pairing(s): Anthony Lockwood x Ex-Detective!Reader

Warnings: Angst, a bit of Fluff, Swearing, Talk of Gore, Blood, Mentions of Death, small details of a death/ murder.

A/n: OMGGGG here's the second chapter, and where everything just goes to shit lol. I love causing pain Let me know what y'all think so far!!!

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It's a free form of "payment" for my hard work for the time and effort I put into my works

Thank you and enjoy ❤️

Lockwood opens the door, surprised to see you standing there in the rain, drenched and shivering. It was nearing dusk, and the haze of the rain and light fading from the day, and the street lamps started to turn on, the glow of them lit up your face.

It had only been two days since he last saw you, and even standing there soaked with your converse full of water sloshing when you leaned onto either foot, holding a grey duffle bag, you took his breath away. It was just the same as your badass move in the house during the ghost fight, even when he saw you getting fired up over his endless and harmless flirting.

Lockwood finally looked into your eyes, and it wasn’t just the rain that was pouring onto your face, there were tears coming out of your eyes.

He wanted to bring you into his arms to comfort you, and never let go. That is until he's brought out of his thoughts, when Lucy and George shove their way into the small entryway, to see the same sight he saw.

“Lockwood Let the poor Detective in!” Lucy says, before making a path for you to step inside.

When you planted your feet into the home, Lucy maneuvers to shut the door behind you. The home wasn’t what you expected three agents under a small agency to have. To be quite frank, It was quite a bit nicer than you expected.

“Uhh, I’m not a detective any longer, actually.” you blurt out. It seemed as the three heads turned right towards you all at once with the same shocked expression.

They all turned to look at each other like they were having a private conversation with their eyes.

“Uh, then uh- Y/n What brings you here?” Lockwood asks with his soft puppy-dog-esq eyes.

That was probably the first time you’ve ever seen Lockwood stumble over his words.

“I needed a place to stay for the night? I can crash on a couch or whatever…” you pause swallowing, “I’d be leaving tomorrow by train, out to the countryside where my mother lives… since I’ve got no job, or job prospects.”

You start drawing circles with your feet. Waiting for their answer.

“Of course you can stay, for as long as you like, actually!” she said through gritted teeth, giving a side eye to the other agent you haven't met, with a curly black mop of hair on his head.

“Just don’t go giving her a job now.” he mumbles, pretty loudly, rolling his eyes, before walking off.

Before she gives him another glare, “Here, follow me, We should get you dried off, and you can sleep in the attic with me.”she says before dragging you up the stairs.

Lockwood gives you a sympathetic smile, before he's out of sight.

“Ignore George, he was the same way when I was employed here.” she mentions, before opening a door to a bathroom, giving you a towel. You start to squish the water out of your clothes.

“I’ll give you the Tour later.” she says, “c’mon I'll show you the attic.”

You got upstairs basically being dragged by Lucy.

It had been a couple of hours since you had entered 35 Portland Row, and Lockwood was sitting in the library, trying to distract him from what just happened. He liked you, but he definitely didn't want you to get involved in all the mess that always seemed to trail behind the three who already lived there.

However, the real issue was, he didn't want you to go. He’d miss your banter too much, and especially your wit, and how you weren't charmed by his antics.

He could help but smile, just thinking about how fired up you had gotten over the conversations you've had.

He’s pulled from his thoughts, when he sees you entering slowly through the doorway.

“Hey.” you whisper.

“Hi.” Lockwood greets you, putting his book down, and sitting up straighter.

You didn't seem to be soaked anymore, and you were wearing an extremely long t-shirt, with some yellow fuzzy socks on your feet.

“I uh…” you pause, “I just wanted to thank you… and to say goodbye.” you say solemnly.

Lockwood was contemplating his next words as you sat down across from him.

“We’re the reason you got fired… isn't it?”

your eyes widen like a deer in headlights, as you gulp before choosing your next words.

“It’s my fault really… I shouldn’t have helped you…” you say with tears starting to form in your eyes, “There were other reasons too… but it doesn't matter now.”

You take a shaky breath before telling him, “Don’t blame yourself.”

He looks at you with sympathy, before, gently and slowly placing his hand on yours.

“I’ll be okay. My mother moved out to the countryside after my father… She probably needs my company anyways…” you say trying to avoid mentioning it.

You get up to your feet, feeling claustrophobic from the weight of talking about it boxing you in.

“Stay safe, Lockwood.” you say before heading out of the room, to bed.

The next day, you creep out of Lucy’s bed, that you both had an almost sleepover in.

You couldn't remember the last time you had giggled like that in the early hours of the morning, out of your tired mind as she told you so many of her stories such as the ones of the Quill Kipps vs. Lockwood, or the funny mess ups of their agency, or even better, the failings of the Fittes team. You had even told her of some of the pranks you and James had done to Barnes, which he never could pin it on who did it.

You wished you could somehow stay close by, and become a friend of Lucy’s. You felt if you had the option, the two of you would be inseparable.

You leave a note for Lucy of your mailing address so the two of you could communicate when you had the time to write letters. You really wanted to say goodbye, but you knew it would just make it harder to leave someone you felt already so close too.

As soon as you headed downstairs, the smell of food filled your senses, and it was delightful.

You decided to skip breakfast, and just eat the snack you had stashed in your locker when you were employed instead. You didn’t want any trouble from George for staying around much longer, nor to face Lockwood. You didn’t think you could refuse to linger just to be close to him, which scared you.

After your father had died, things just shifted. Your mother didn't let people into the house, and rarely went out. She just shut down everything that used to make her eyes light up. For the hope that one day your father would come back. The same had probably happened to yourself. You made a choice to drown yourself in work, but now that was gone, you didn't know what you had anymore to keep you going, and not dwelling.

You had got your shoes on, that were still damp, before turning to the door staring at it for a good minute.

You were broken out of your thoughts, when someone spoke up, “You do know Lucy’s right?”

You turned around to see that It was no one other than Anthony Bloody Lockwood.

“What do you mean?” you ask confused.

“I mean,” he takes a step forward cautiously like you’d run if he moved too fast, “You could stay for as long as you like.”

You blink a few times, like if you blinked him away, you could maybe have unheard what you just heard.

“I mean, if you want to. You could even work your wage here. You're not an agent so I couldn’t employ you as one without the proper training, but you could do research with George, or even just…something?”

he pauses, taking a breath, “I just can't let you go home without trying to convince you to stay… even if it's only for a little while?”

You think on it for a moment, with him fidgeting with the silence. Flashes of your fathers warnings come back to you, but you ignore the caution. You had to do it… after that case the fire for being an agent wouldn't snuff itself out.

“I’ll make a deal with you, Lockwood. You train me as an agent, and I’ll stay. I’ll just do research until I get all my grade levels.” you say trying to strike a deal.

He looks conflicted, like there was an angel and devil on his shoulders, shouting at him all at once.

He must have decided to be the devil's advocate agreeing, “We have a deal. But any seriously dangerous cases are left to myself, Lucy and George, got it?”

You nod pretending to tip a hat to him that wasn't there.

He laughs, and it warms your heart.

You take off your damp shoes, as he guides you towards the kitchen.

He yells off towards the direction of the kitchen before the two of you enter, “Hey, George, we're going to need another plate for our new colleague, Y/n!”

You had been staying there for a week by now, and you were ignoring the side eye George kept giving you, as you followed him like a lost puppy, to the library every day. He seemed just annoyed with your presence and the more you ignore his ignorance the more of a bad mood he seems to be in.

You were glad you at least had Lucy on your side completely, with her giving you the tour of the house, minus what was behind the mystery door, which she defended that it should be Lockwood to show you since it was his home. But she shared a lot of things with you, like a sister would, to confide in. It was nice to have that, since you never had any siblings.

Lockwood was iffy. You didn’t know exactly where he stood half the time. He still seemed conflicted and you couldn't pinpoint the whole reason why. You thought it was just his complex feelings on you becoming an agent, but you didn’t think that was the whole truth to it. He was one of the harder people to read.

During the week, nearing dusk, after Lucy, George and Lockwood had left for a case, you heard a knock at the door, as you were in the kitchen researching the next case they had lined up.

When you opened the door, you saw James, looking slightly stressed, holding a file folder in his hand.

“James? How did you-”

“-Find you? There was a rumour that started from Kate that you've been hanging around the George Karim kid, and that you were living here.” he smiles trying to be genuine, but you knew something was bothering him.

“Kate may be a gossip monger but she got it right this time…” you mention, before asking, “So why are you here, out of the blue, other than to check up on me?”

“Since you couldn't access your Dad’s file… I may have flirted with the files clerk to get it.” he says looking guilty, since he knew that was a reason why you got fired, for trying to access it.

“Don't worry it’s a copy, so you can keep it. Edith copied it for me… just now I'm going on a date with her because of you!” he half jokes trying to lighten the mood a bit before handing it to you.

“Do you want me to stay, or-”

“I think I need to face this myself.” you say, before he nods giving a small smile, taking his leave.

You looked down at the file like it was death itself.

You gulp, before closing the door, and heading to the library to read it.

You were in utter shock. You couldn't believe the piece of paper in your hands and what it said. The pain you felt was even worse than before, causing you to choke up, like you couldn't breathe.

You hyper ventilated for a minute, before sobbing your eyes out.

It was his fault.

You could barely fathom all the anger you had inside of you, stretching its way out from the pit of your stomach over your heart.

You hated his guts. He destroyed everything you had hoped and dreamed for. For your father to come home. To even just have a father. But it was taken all away, and the hope was buried with him.

Now he was six feet under because he was slaughtered by a black market seller, trying to protect him because he wouldn't go. Your father had to have warned them. But it says that he insisted on staying, when your fathers death could have been prevented. If only he hadn’t stayed or convinced his colleague to stay.

Your father was dead, because of Anthony Lockwood.

You would never forgive him for this. You didn’t think you ever could.

He was the leader and he led someone into their death. An innocent man who had a family waiting for him to come home and to be reunited with.

The only thing you were given was an empty coffin to represent his body and all it symbolized was the complete emptiness you had from that day on.

There was no question, once you became a full fledged agent you had to get out of here.

Far away as possible to Lockwood and co, and Anthony Lockwood himself who destroyed everything you had held dear.

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