and it feels like the start (of a movie i've seen before)
by OceanSpray5 on ao3 || Final Word Count: ~15.4k
Rating: G | Category: F/M | Relationship: Lockwood/Lucy, Lockwood&George
Lockwood has never been able to stop wondering if he adapted parts of his parents that weren't so obvious to him every time he looks in the mirror. He's never had anyone left to tell him he walks with a stride just like his father's or his lilt while he speaks is just like his mother's.
He's never been able to remember how his mother threw his head back in a laugh the same way he does or the way his father ran his hands through his hair in frustration, messing it up until it stood in spikes in the exact same way his son does. He doesn’t remember clearly enough to draw the comparison himself.
He’s walked around with pieces of his parents he no longer recognizes for seventeen years, none the wiser of where they came from. So it takes a while for it to sink in, that the reason the things he does for Lucy feel like déjà vu, is because they're all the ways he's seen his father love his mother.
Or: 5 times Lockwood repeats acts of service for Lucy that he's seen his father do for his mother and the 1 time George finally gets peace from their pining (and some of Lockwood's vulnerability as well).