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lockwood & co
the best part is, that time it passes - lockwood x gn!reader
wc: 1137 summary: when a case ticks over to your birthday, lockwood makes sure he's the first to celebrate with you. established relationship. me: first of my little birthday celebration sprint! trying to convince myself that getting older is exciting (i'm leaving my teens and freaking out). title inspired by the song heart shaped locket by shallow alcove!
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The night’s case was surprisingly simple. Nothing went overly wrong, no surprise twists the customers ‘forgot’ to tell you all. Despite the necessary late start to the job, you would all say you were essentially in and out, free for the night just as midnight ticked over.
“God, I’m ready to sleep for the next 48 hours,” Lucy complained as you all left the case house, messing with her hair.
“Do you guys wanna go ahead?” Lockwood asked, grabbing your arm softly to pull you behind, “We’ve got something I wanna do, but we’ll be home soon.”
George and Lucy easily agreed, keen to get home and enjoy a rare, somewhat early night. You slipped your hand into Lockwood’s, letting him take you on whatever surprise errand he hadn’t told you about yet.
You wandered through London together, hand in hand, rapiers hanging on your outer sides just in case.
“So what are we actually doing?” You asked, changing your steps so you were walking in sync. He laughed at your behaviour, pulling you lightly around a corner.
Seemingly the only thing open was a tiny little hole in the wall place, illuminating the whole street in the neon lights from its sign.
Lockwood led you inside, faced with a line of display counters, still mostly stocked with treats of every kind. Cupcakes, slices, macaroons and cookies filled the tiny bakery with gorgeous smells that had you salivating the second you crossed the threshold.
“What are you feeling?” He asked as you rushed to the display case, carefully picking out what you wanted the most. You settled on a vanilla cupcake, decorated with pink frosting and rainbow sprinkles. “Two, please.” Lockwood pointed it out to the old woman behind the counter, paying before you could even reach for your wallet.
“Thank you.” You smiled, accepting the paper bag with your treat in it.
“Happy birthday.”
“You remembered?” You looked up at him, smile twitching at the corner of your lips.
“Of course.” He said it as if it were no big deal, but in truth, it meant everything to you. You took his hand again, holding it tight and squeezing it for emphasis.
Lockwood led you around town, finally stopping when you got to a bridge, one you'd spent many days on together. It looked different at night, bathed in the yellow light of the street lamps.
Lockwood sat down when he decided that the spot was right, patting the place next to him for you. You followed without hesitation, both of you letting your feet dangle above the freezing water below.
You pulled out your cupcake, and Lockwood pulled a candle from somewhere in his long coat to place it in the frosting, ripping a fit of giggles from you.
“You’re ridiculous.” You shook your head, smile not faltering. He pulled a lighter from another pocket, presenting the finished product. You blew the flame out, reaching up to press a kiss to Lockwood’s cheek.
“One year closer to the grave,” Lockwood joked in his typical, slightly concerning manner. Trying not to get mushy with you.
“One year closer to being old,” You corrected, smiling at the thought. “Wouldn’t that be nice? Being old.”
“Why?” He laughed dryly, softly kicking his feet over the tall drop. “Back aches, poor eyesight? What’s exciting about that?”
You shoved him softly, finishing a mouthful of cupcake.
“No, stupid. Wouldn’t it be nice to have crow’s feet and smile lines from years of laughing instead of worry? Memories to look back on, experiences to have had. Isn’t it exciting that there are endless possibilities?”
Lockwood believed you, he really did. It was just hard. Hard to see himself alive in one year, let alone fifty. You knew from his silence that he was still apprehensive, and kept talking.
“Come on, once we’re too old to be of any help to anyone, we’ll pass on the agency to some other terrible, stubborn agents, and we’ll retire to the country. We’ll grow huge gardens of lavender so we’ll never have to worry about visitors. You’ll read those trashy magazines out on the porch of a farmhouse, and I’ll bake in a huge kitchen. I’ll paint all the cabinets ridiculous colours, and you’ll roll your eyes, but help me whenever I ask. We’ll be peaceful and happy and old. What more could we ask for?”
The answer was nothing, of course, and Lockwood’s chest glowed at the indication that you’d seriously thought about your future with him.
“Well, gotta make it through all those cases first.”
Lockwood was deflecting, you knew it. You didn’t mind; it was just his way of dealing with things, dealing with his fears. After knowing him for so long, you were used to Lockwood’s difficulty with his own feelings. You had plenty to spare.
“We always do, you know that. And I’ll keep saving your ass until we both lose our Talent.”
“Then we can be shuffleboard geriatrics?” He toed the line between joking and being serious, but you placed your hand over his, looking at him intently.
“We can be anything you like, Anthony. Long as I’m with you, I could live the rest of my days out on house arrest.” Lockwood knew that would be your nightmare, being useless and confined. He didn’t take the proclamation lightly.
“I’d never make you do that.”
“I know,” You smiled, running a hand softly through his hair, “That’s why I like you so much.”
The same hand trailed down towards his face, cupping his cheek so you could pull him into you. Lockwood’s lips were slightly chapped, understandable given the night you’d already had, but they were always soft when he kissed you. You thought it must have been the love you shared — it made everything softer.
“Time to head home?” Lockwood asked after a while, conscious of how you’d started shivering. You nodded, folding up your cupcake wrapper and sliding it into your pocket to throw out later.
The rest of the world was still and silent as you walked home together, Lockwood’s arm wrapped safely around you.
Portland Row was just around the corner, and Lockwood grew tender again, sobering up from the giggles you’d both been lost in.
“Happy birthday, beautiful.”
You pressed another kiss to his lips instead of replying. Maybe it was really scary to be growing older, to have finite time left to pursue what you currently considered your life’s purpose. Concurrently, being with Anthony Lockwood made you look forward decades, excited to plan a future that was just beginning. And with Lockwood, everything seemed possible.
"How dare he" the righteous anger of a teenage girl when faced with her crush looking at a (ghost) woman
lockwood took and framed this photo okay? okay?
they match each others freak but like… in the opposite direction
(also go read The Outlaws Scarlett and Browne, I must spread the word…)
If yall can catch the little details I LOVE you
Here’s the concept!!! I might consider trying to replicate this digitally at some point 💗💗
P.S guess which character I enjoyed drawing the most (hard edition)
I want to be normal 👻🤺
No because it's the way Lockwood and Lucy both parallel each other's pasts.
Like, Lucy being used by her mother to make money. Lockwood (although he later apologizes) calling her an "asset". Lucy watching most of her friends die and her best friend getting ghost-locked simply because they had underestimated the Visitor and weren't prepared. Lockwood forgetting to bring the chains and then underestimating Annabel, saying that they don't need chains to deal with her.
And then Lockwood seeing Jessica in Lucy. Lockwood seeing Lucy caring for him, helping him and making him see reason and being reminded of Jessica. Lockwood thinking that Lucy was Jessica for a split second after he woke up from being unconscious. Lockwood seeing Lucy lying on the floor in a room filled with sources and remembering what happened to Jessica.
They find the most traumatizing parts of their pasts in each other but it's different now. It's different because it's part of the healing process. They're helping each other and they're healing and it's going to be okay because they can get through it with their love for each other.
