I don't know if you're still writing requests, but I have one. The reader is Winkman's daughter. She watches everything when Lucy and Lockwood are imprisoned. When Lucy pours something flammable on them and frees Lockwood, he takes the reader hostage (first she was imprisoned by her father, and now by Lockwood). When they get to Portland Row, Lockwood immediately locks her in the library. When DEPRAC arrives after Carver dies, Lockwood lies that reader is his girlfriend, so as not to reveal whose daughter she is. After that, he gives her his bed and watches over her (sitting in an armchair), so that she doesn't run away. Reader asks him if she can at least wash up and get something to change into. Lockwood, resigned, leads her to the bathroom and gives her his clothes. When everyone is asleep, she asks him why he took her. I don't know how to end this, but they get closer and at the end of the series they are together (they even go to the Fittes' ball together) .
HOSTAGE
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Thank you so much for sending me this request I absolutely love the idea. Sorry it took me some time to finish it. I hope you like it.
“I have spent most of my life in prison. No, actually, prison is better than being imprisoned by your own father.”
I stare at the unconscious boy tied to the electric chair, my father built to torture innocent lives. I was also one of the poor victims of the torture room.
“Will you just stand there like an idiot or do something?” Father barked.
I quickly handed the cigar. Choking back my tears, I buckled the boy’s wrist tighter. I hate doing this.
“Which agency are you? I don’t recognise the uniform.”
“I’m not an agent. His eyes wandered the room when our eyes met. “I’m a burglar. You should call the police.”
“You have a rapier and no criminal would be foolish enough to enter my premises.”
“Fair enough.” The boy sighed. “I’m undercover from Fittes. You should call DEPRAC.”
My father smiled cunningly. “I don’t think I need to trouble DEPRAC.” He took a big swig of his cigar and blew a heavy smoke on his face.
“Tell me the truth. Who are you, and who told you to come here? Or shall I burn some tiny holes on your pretty little face?”
I took a step back in horror as a sharp noise drew their attention to me. I looked down to find crushed pieces of my father’s favourite vase lying on my feet.
“I’m sorry I didn’t mean-“
I felt a hard sting on my face as my vision blurred a little.
“What a useless daughter. Clean this mess.”
I nod my head, picking up the pieces as my eyes fall on the agent. He gave me a weird look. The door slammed open, revealing my mother dragging an unconscious girl.
“Your partner, I suppose?”
“Never seen her in my life.”
“Hmm, then let me finish her quickly, then I’ll deal with you.” Father took out his gun.
“WAIT.” The boy panted, “Put me out of my misery with all means, but please spare her life. She won’t breathe a word, I swear.”
Father stared at him for a minute “You seem like a good kid. I’ll kill you first so you don’t have to watch her die.”
“GO AWAY.” The girl threw a bottle of gasoline at us. “Stay back.” She pointed a lighter at us as she untied the boy.
“Stay back or I’ll burn you.”
I gasped as the boy dragged me out “Don’t follow us or I’ll kill her.”
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The entire event became a blur. I recall standing in the hallway of an unfamiliar house.
“Who’s this?”
A curly-haired boy with massive glasses narrowed his eyes at me.
“Long story.” He threw me into a room. “We have more pressing issues than her.”
“Hey, open the door”, I yelled.
No response
“Please let me out.” I banged with full force but received no response.
My eyes adjusted to the low-lighted room when I realised this is not just any room, it’s a library. Floor to ceiling were covered with huge bookshelves. I couldn’t keep my hands to myself and browse through the books.
There are so many books.
I was lost in my own world, I didn’t realise the door opened
“Sir, we found someone.”
The man dragged me downstairs as my protest went unheard again.
“Who’s this new face, Lockwood?”
A man in his 40s, tall as a giraffe, eyes colder than snow, suspiciously looked at us.
“Um..girlfriend.”
“Excuse me?”
“Now I know what I did was wrong, but isn’t it too harsh to deny our relationship, darling?” He pulled me closer.
My face burned.
“Hmm.” The inspector’s eyes still strained on us for a moment before continuing, “Anyway, be extremely careful because you’re dealing with real humans with flesh and blood. I don’t have the time or the resources to protect you.”
“Yes, Inspector Barnes.”
“I hope this is not the last time I see you lot alive.”
As the door slammed shut, Lockwood took a big sigh. “That was close.”
I glared at him. He looked confused when he realised his hands were still on my waist. He pushed me, “ouch.”
“Asshole.”
“Care to explain?” The curly-haired boy didn’t even acknowledge my existence.
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“I can’t believe you guys broke into Winkman’s, and it wasn’t enough, you kidnapped their daughter.” George fumed as he paced around the room, “Lucy, I did not expect this from you.”
“Hey, don’t blame me. He never listens to anyone.”
“So.” George sighed. “What are we gonna do with this situation?” He points at me.
“I have a name.”
“I’ll take care of it.”
“You know I can hear you right?"
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I stare at the devil in disguise. I always heard the devil is a red man with horns, but never knew they come in dress shirt and a rapier with a charming smile and a wicked mind.
I looked at the clock, striking 1 am. I look back at the boy flipping through a gossip magazine.
“Lockwood, it’s been a long day." Shifting my weight. "Can I please at least wash up?”
Lockwood didn't respond.
“I can’t sleep without a bath.”
Still no response.
“I will do anything you say, please just let me wash up once-“
“Okay, okay.” He glared. “Will you stop talking if I let you do your girl things?”
You nod furiously.
Lockwood stared at me and sighed, “Okay.” He began untying me. “I will be right across the room, so don’t do anything stupid.”
I grinned
“Ah, it feels so good,” I say as I dry my hair with a towel.
I enter the room and see Lockwood staring at me with his mouth wide open. “What?” I ask, confused.
“Nice towel,” he replies, still taken aback.
I look down and my eyes widen in realization. “SHIT,” I exclaim. I’m still in a towel.
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I stare at the void. Now fully clothed, thanks to the devil for throwing his clothes at me. Sitting on his bed. Lockwood resumed reading his magazine, but this time he ditched his formals and wore something comfy.
Why does he look so good?
“So... why did you take me?” I cleared my throat, trying to find my voice.
At first, I thought he didn’t hear me, and I almost dropped the question.
“You looked like you needed help,” he responded.
I felt my heart skipping a beat. It was the first time someone had actually cared about me.
“I heard from my sources that your father tortured you.”
Our eyes met again, and this time, something unusual flickered in his gaze.
“Whether you believe me or not it's up to you.”
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The next few days were spent researching with George, and it turns out my knowledge of artifacts is coming in handy. I’m glad I’m finally able to do something productive. It took some time for Lucy and me to warm up to each other because she thought I might try something funny. I don’t blame her; I would have thought the same if I were in her position.
But Lockwood—sometimes my heart races whenever he pretends we’re lovers in front of his acquaintances. He’s still an asshole, but he’s kind. I feel something I’ve never felt in my own home: safe and free.
“You can leave if you want to,” Lockwood’s voice echoed in the empty kitchen.
It took my eyes a moment to adjust, as I was deeply buried in my work.
“Are you letting me go?” I asked.
He scratched his neck. “You don’t have to stay here and do all this work. I’m not even paying you.” He took a seat beside me. “You’re free to go.”
I could feel his minty breath; we were so close that my cheeks warmed.
“I don’t want to leave,” I whisper.
His hands caressed the thick fabric of my clothes, doodling absentmindedly, but his eyes were on me. “I don’t want to force you to stay.”
“Why do you want me to leave, Lockwood?” I begged.
“I wanted to help you at first, which is why I took you in,” he said, playing with my hands. “But something’s changed. You’re too good to be caught in this mess.”
I furrowed my brows as he avoided looking at me. This was the first time I had seen Lockwood nervous.
“Ghost hunting is dangerous. I don’t know what I would do if something happened to you.”
“Lockwood, hey, look at me.” Caressing his face. “I choose to be here. Yes, I was quite pissed at first, but I want to stay. I want to solve this case with you.” I took his hands in mine and rested my face against his palm. “I feel safe with you.”
“You’re so stubborn,” he smirked.
“Learned from the best,” I smirked back.
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“Lockwood, I don’t think this is right.” I glanced at the posh people gathered at this fancy ball. “How do I look?”
“This is like the fifth time you’ve asked me that question, Y/N,” he said, grabbing my waist. “Beautiful as always.”
“Such a charmer,” I said, hiding my blush.
“Only for you.”
“Shall we finish the job?” I held out my hand.
“We shall.”
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