summary: theo and you used to be friends. that was a long time ago. now you pretty much hate each other and theo uses his feelings about you to write a song!
warnings: i don’t think there are any! let me know if that’s not true :)
note: here it is!! finally the prologue is here! don’t worry the actual chapters will be much longer. we just needed a starting point! hope you enjoy!!!
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there was a single path connecting the backyard of the two houses, making it almost hard not to run into each other. despite that, you had sworn yourself to never set a foot on said path ever again, always straying away before your feet could touch the concrete.
you hadn't been watching him, but it seemed that theo was doing the same. you had never once spotted him wandering across the yard.
because your eyes were still fixated on the path, you didn't notice the movement in the window across from you, only looking up, when you heard the knocking through your opened window. theo was standing there, watching you with a smirk, before he reached for his pen and wrote something.
he grabbed his bag, winking at you, before he slapped the paper against the window, turning around and walking out of his room before you were able to react.
'bye, pixie' he had written, making you sigh. he had called you that ever since one fateful day in your childhood. because, believe it or not, theo and you had been friends once.
you had been seven when you tried to cut your own hair, much to your mother's dismay, who had dragged you to a hairstylist the same day, eager to fix the mess you had created. there wasn't much to save or fix so you ended up with a rather horrible pixie cut for the next few months.
your hair had eventually grown out to it's normal length, the pixie fading away before you could even start to be ashamed of it, but theo wasn't one to let go of things quickly, so he had been calling you that to this day.
and since your friendship had ended, making room for the hatred towards each other, he seemed to just get a rise of the way it bothered you so much.
you rolled your eyes, pushing back the feeling of annoyance as you dragged your curtain close so you wouldn't have to look at his window anymore.
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theo arrived at the garage sooner than he would've predicted, lazily leaning his bike against the wall, before he walked inside.
"you're early" mattheo noted, while taking a look at his phone.
"don't flatter yourself" theo smiled, before he ruffled mattheo's hair, sitting down on the couch beside his best friend. "what about the others?"
"enzo forget his guitar, blaise and draco went with him to get it"
"he forgot it again?" theo sighed, leaning back into the cushion.
"he's been acting up quite a lot" mattheo shrugged "maybe it's the stress"
theo shrugged, before he grabbed his bag, taking out the red leather book. "i have something to finish"
"another song?" mattheo furrowed his brows, before he stood up and walked across the room.
"maybe" theo shrugged "i've been working on something" his mind wandered off.
"might not be the worst idea to put out another single right after the album. we'll stay relevant that way" mattheo pointed out and theo nodded absentmindedly. "i'll leave you to it" mattheo walked in the direction of the door, a towel in his hand. he was probably going swimming in the lake that was right next to the garage.
the garage was more of a loft than an actual garage. but it had always been called that and every member of cursed legacy was rather keen on sticking to things.
"we are relevant" theo argued, right before mattheo snuck out the door. he could not hear his answer, if mattheo had even answered anything.
theo sighed as his eyes fell back on the unfinished song in his book. the words had fallen right out of his mind and on the page it seemed. somehow this song had been easier to write than any other he had written. and that had been almost every song on cursed legacy's first album: neon nights.
sometimes mattheo or blaise had helped him. enzo and draco often had ideas for a few lines, but ultimately most of their songs were written by theo.
he jotted down more and more lines, adding the chorus, the bridge. occasionally he stopped writing to play a few notes on draco's keyboard, making sure the lines were fitting the melody. in just less than thirty minutes he had a finished song.
loud noises in front of the door made theo look up from the book. the door was opened by blaise and he entered the garage closely followed by draco and enzo and also mattheo, who had probably run into them right outside.
"hey" enzo greeted "sorry that we're late, honestly my fault, but—“
theo shook his head, interrupting the boy "it's fine, enzo. i want you guys to listen to something"
"sure" draco pushed enzo forward, so he had enough room to sit down on the couch. the rest of their group took their respective seats as well, ready to listen to whatever theo was wanting to show them.
they all listened attentively as theo played the notes on the keyboard, eventually adding the lyrics he had written down, until they were presented with the whole song. they looked at each other, smiling in silent agreement.
"what do you think?" theo asked, but his friends did not answer. they all got up, taking their instruments and resuming to their positions next to him.
"what are you waiting for?" draco asked when theo had not moved to stand in front of the microphone.
"let's record it right now" enzo added when he noticed theo's confused look.
theo smiled upon his friends enthusiam. "sure" he nodded, grabbing his mic and stepping into the middle of their little circle.
guys i finally have time to work through your requests that have been resting in my inbox for far too long!! so i think i might be opening requests soon, because i’m getting through it pretty good and am excited to work on new things!!
note: I'm sorry this is so short ahhhh!! I had to re-do this post because it kept on disappearing, I hope everything's fixed now!!
"y/n?" his voice called from far away. you couldn't see anyone, it was so dark, but you could definitely make out his voice. Anthony Lockwood had found you.
the relief you felt was indescribable.
"Lockwood?" you muttered, still not able to open your eyes
"shit, y/n" Lockwood said
now you couldn't just hear him, but feel his touch too. he was holding your shoulders. you slowly opened your eyes and were met with the concerned Anthony Lockwood.
he helped you to sit up, your back leaning against the kitchen counter, while he took the glass of water from off the sink, you had filled, before you had passed out. he passed it to you, and helped you steady your hand while you drank
"what happened, y/n?" he put the glass down on the ground beside you and tried feeling your forehead.
the dried blood was all over your face. it reeked from a little cut right at your eyebrow. you thought it would be fine. but being awake all day and then taking a hit to the head seemed to have been enough to send your body to sleep
"oh" you said, touching the cut and noticing that the blood hadn't dried yet. you couldn't have been out for long. "just a little run in with a ghost. looks worse than it is"
"I found you passed out on the kitchen floor. blood everywhere, for a short second I thought you were-" he didn't finish his sentence. he just looked down ashamed
you leaned forward, knowing the story of his family's loss. "oh, Lockwood" you muttered, softly touching his cheeks.
he looked up and found your eyes. your smile was familiar, and his heartbeat rested upon your sight. he couldn't imagine life without you
"promise me to not ever go out alone when its dark"
"yes, I promise"
"good" Lockwood leaned forward and embraced you in a hug.
you spent a few more minutes sitting on the floor and talking about unimportant things, before he helped you to go to bed. spending the night sleeping on your couch, even aftr you had told him, that you'd be glad to share the bed. Lockwood was always a gentleman
Lockwood x m or gn readervwhere reader fell alseep Infront of the fire and Lockwood Carey's them up stairs to bed and puts them in their PJs 🖤
—sweet nothing
pairing: anthony lockwood x gn!reader
summary: some domestic bliss with lockwood
warnings: I don't think any, let me know if I missed anything
note: thanks for the compliment!! also this was so calming to write idk haha
Anthony was standing in the kitchen, cleaning mugs, humming his favourite song, when you entered.
"hey" you smiled, sitting down at the table and laying your arm on top of the chair.
the boy turned around and looked at you, never interrupting his humming. his cheeks grew bright pink, his happiness was radiant and you quickly caught your thoughts wandering off while you smiled fondly at him.
he turned around again to continue his work, while you continued to watch him in domestic bliss. those moments were your favourite, just for once doing normal things and not fighting off ghosts.
you hadn't really noticed your mind slipping away or your eyes slowly closing.
after he had finished, Anthony turned around to talk to you, but he found your sleeping form. your head laying on the armrest of his chair. he smiled, one of his arms went to rest under your knees, the other balanced your body right at your arms.
he brought you up the steps and laid you on top of the bed. he helped you take off your clothes in your half awake stake and got your pyjama pants, before he, to your request, took off his own shirt and slipped it over your head. he changed into his joggers and climbed in bed. your body fully relaxing, now that he was next to you.
when you woke up the next morning, Anthony was still fast asleep. you smiled at the boy and then carefully got out of bed, going downstairs to the kitchen.
"good morning" you smiled at Lucy and George, who were both already sitting at the kitchen table
"where's Lockwood?" George asked confused, not having seen said boy the whole morning. that was quite unusual, considering he didn't nearly sleep enough. those days were treasures to you. days where you beat him in getting up.
"he's still sleeping" George send a look in Lucy's direction, who just shrugged "but I don't think he will be for much longer, so i'm getting him breakfast. he was kind enough to carry me up to bed yesterday"
"kind enough?" Lucy repeated and both her and George broke into obnoxious laughing
"yeah" you replied, not understanding what they were getting at
"y/n" George said softly, like he was talking to a literal child "Lockwood would be kind enough to get rid of a body if you just asked him to"
"oh" you muttered
"they probably wouldn't even have to ask though" Lucy giggled "he would just be able to read that from off their face. that's how well he knows you, y/n"
you smiled at your friends and rolled your eyes, while you finished prepping the breakfast for Lockwood. you didn't eat anything most mornings.
"you guys are just being dramatic again. Anthony wouldn't help me to commit a literal crime"
"yeah sure" Lucy laughed
"if you say so" George shrugged his shoulders and both of them watched you leave the kitchen
you opened the door to your room softly, your eyes falling onto the already sitting boy
"good morning" he beamed "I was just about to get up and search for you" he helped you put down the trail on the bed and watched as you climbed back under the sheets
"how did you sleep?" you asked softly, putting a bit of milk into his tea
"amazing" he smiled "like always when you are with me"
you send him a longing smile, before you raised the mug and brought it close to him, until he could take it from you
"thank you for this"
"you're welcome"
you watched as his eyes flew over everything you had fixed for him. tea, toast with nutella, a few grapes and three biscuits. you had been glad that George hadn't tried to slap them out of your hand, though you remembered his eyes following your every move and lingering on your hand a bit too long, like he was debating just to bite it off.
"brave" Anthony praised, seemingly thinking about the same thing.
"what I wouldn't do for you"
"yeah" he laughed "hope you and George are still on speaking terms"
you made a throwing hand gesture "George will be fine"
"yeah, he will. i'd make sure to lock my door every night for a week though"
"hm, maybe you'll have to sleep over for a few more days"
"maybe I have to" Anthony nodded, taking a bite from his toast and then holding it in your direction, so you could take a bite as well.
"I might get used to this bed in breakfast thing"
"yeah, its not bad" you agreed nodding "maybe I could start eating breakfast again"
"yeah, maybe you could do that"
"what I wouldn't do for you"
"we can talk about making this a regular occurrence later, first we'll have to plan how to get rid of George's body, when the case comes that it might be necessary"
"you'd help me to get rid of a body?" you asked astonished, remembering the conversation you had with Lucy and George earlier
"what I wouldn't do for you" Anthony just shrugged and continued biting away on his toast
Hey could I request a Lockwood x reader based on the first verse of Stay Stay Stay by Taylor Swift where maybe Lockwood was reckless again on a case and the reader and Lockwood get into an argument but the next morning she wants to try to resolve the argument
—stay, stay, stay
pairing: anthony lockwood x reader
summary: you should never leave a fight unresolved
warnings: screaming nothing else i think
note: such a cool idea, I'm literally living for this
“let’s just calm down and talk tomorrow”
“calm down, do you think i’m not calm right now?”
“well! you don’t really act like it”
the screaming could be heard throughout the whole house. George and Lucy were sitting downstairs and listened to every word that sounded through the thin walls of the kitchen.
“it’s worse than last time, isn’t it?” Lucy asked softly, still ducking at every loud curse word she could hear you and Lockwood scream
“it’s always worse than the last time” George answered rolling his eyes. he was used to your fighting, but still he wouldn’t be caught going up there any time soon.
it’s not like you fought often, but the times you did, it was so memorable that Lucy and George would find each other sitting in the kitchen and comparing how bad the fight was to the one prior.
the one topic that you always fought about seemed to be each others safety, because both you and Lockwood had a tendency to do quite reckless things. this time it had been Lockwood, jumping down a bridge into the water, about ten feet.
you had been at home, sitting and waiting uncomfortably for your boyfriend and your friends to return. George had told you what had happened and you had left the room quietly, Lockwood sighing before he followed you, ready for what was about to happen.
up in your room you were pacing around, Lockwood was sitting on the bed, trying to calm you down.
“don’t be so smart with me, mister”
“i’m not trying to” Lockwood said “i don’t want to fight anymore”
“whose fault is it that we’re fighting?” you asked rhetorically, daring him to answer
“not mine” he shrugged, laying on that stupid grin of his. you guessed that he was trying to get you to laugh, to ease the situation. that wouldn’t work this time.
his smile faded as he saw your expression turning even angrier -he hadn’t thought that was possible- before you took the first object you could find - a book - and threw it at him, only missing by a few inches.
“not yours?” you screeched, before you ran out of the room. you were sure that you had never been that angry before, and you desperately needed to calm down before you would seriously hurt anyone.
down in the kitchen George and Lucy winced simultaneously, as the thrown book made contact with the wall, echoing throughout the house.
this had never happened before. Lucy and George exchanged a scared look, assuming the worst, that possibly one of you had turned violent and hurt the other. badly - hurt the other
they stood up abruptly as you walked into the kitchen.
“are you alright?” Lucy asked concerned
“i’m fine” you replied, trying to not let your anger get the better of you and scream at her too. “i’m just tired of him”
as if on cue, Lockwood walked into the kitchen as well, watching as you poured yourself a cup of tea.
“sweetheart” he said softly.
you put the kettle down loudly, making everyone wince. “do not talk to me”
you turned around quickly, dodging his body that moved forward, as you made your way out of the kitchen. they could only hear the sound of you slamming the door and turning the key, locking the room.
Lockwood sighed and sat down at the table.
“this time was really bad, wasn’t it?” asked Lucy, while she pushed the plate filled with biscuits in his direction
Lockwood nodded as he thankfully took one of the biscuits. “she hasn’t screamed like that in ages”
“there was a loud sound… you didn’t..?” Lockwoods eyes grew big at what George suggested
“of course i didn’t hit her, George!” he leaned forward, his eyebrows tugged together, a look of betrayal on his face, hurt that his friends would ever think that he’d lay a hand on her. “she threw a book at me”
“sorry” George muttered
“then why is it so bad this time?” Lucy asked “you’ve done much worse than throw yourself off a bridge”
“it’s her brothers death anniversary and i knew that” he sighed “i should’ve just stayed home tonight, not worry her anymore than necessary”
“oh” Lucy and George exclaimed at the same time. they had known about your brothers death, but not that it had happened today all those years ago.
“yeah” Lockwood nodded “i better go talk to her, she doesn’t like to go to bed angry”
Lucy and George nodded and watched as he made his way out of the kitchen and back up to your room. they stayed silent, listening to his soft knocks on your door
“i hate you so much right now” you said as you opened the door and Lockwood could see your tearstained cheeks
“i know” he said softly
“but you’re still my favourite person and i need you”
“i know” he followed you into the room and climbed into bed next to you, holding you in his arms. “we can talk about the fight tomorrow”
he could feel you nodding your head, before you fell asleep, still crying softly.
when you woke up the next morning, your boyfriend was still lying next to you. you saw that he was already awake, reading a book. the very book that you had thrown at him and that had spent the night laying on the floor right next to his side on the bed.
“we should talk” you said softly, sitting up. his eyes wandered over you and he nodded
“i just need a second” he said, leaving the room.
you stood up, changing into one of his sweatshirts, head turned away from the door, when you heard him walk back into the room.
“i’m sorry that i was so angry, but just, you know what day it was and i thought that you—“ you turned around, stopping mid-sentence at the sight in front of you.
Lockwood had come back. but now he was looking ridiculous. he was wearing his dads oversized football helmet, the one you had tried to hide from him many times, considering it was way too big for your boyfriend.
you broke into giggles, having to sit down on the bed
“okay, let’s talk” Lockwood was able to mutter, before he joined into your laughing
“why the hell are you wearing that?” you asked between laughter
“for the case that you decide to throw something at me again, of course”
“i love you” you just said, smiling
Lockwoods grin turned serious and he stepped closer to you, taking off the helmet. “i love you” he said “and i know that i was way out of line yesterday, and that i hurt you. i said many things i didn’t mean”
“i know, thank you” you nodded “i’m sorry for the way that i screamed at you. i hate fighting, but you make me just so angry sometimes”
“it think that’s a good sign” Lockwood smiled “imagine you would never feel anything towards me, i’d say our romance was dead, but that proves how much we mean to each other, especially when we’re able to reflect and say sorry”
“i know” you stepped closer, taking the helmet off his hands “but that goes back into the attic”
“didn’t expect any different” Lockwood shrugged while you put the helmet down on the ground
without another word he opened his arms and you stepped in to hug him. he planted a kiss on top of your head.
“just stay with me forever, okay?” you asked softly “then everything will be fine”
“it never even crossed my mind to leave you”
“good”
“also, it’s pretty funny when you’re mad”
you slapped his arm “Anthony Lockwood!”
Lucy and George just rolled their eyes down in the kitchen, knowing well that you had just made up.
Can you write a george karim x reader? The reader is apart of Kipps’ team and, since the two teams are still in cahoots (is that the right word? lol) with each other, george and the reader have to sneak around to be all cute and cuddly. Maybe they get caught while trying to sneak the reader out of 35 Portland Row?
Keep up the great work!! 👻
—love story
pairing: george karim x reader
summary: sneaking around and hiding a relationship becomes a challenge when your bosses are lockwood and kipps, but y/n and george always seem to manage anyway…
warnings: none really
note: thank you so much!! hope you like this :))
"y/n!" Anthony Lockwood called surprised "what are you doing here, this time of the day? does Kipps need our help?"
"ehh, no, sorry-" you turned around slowly. Lockwood stood in the entry way of the library, eyebrows raised at you. "I needed your help, actually" you quickly tried to cover up the fact that you were just leaving, after you had spend the night in your boyfriends company.
"oh, do you?" Lockwood replied surprised
"yes" you nodded "I need a book, I think George mentioned once that you guys had it"
"a book?" Lockwood changed his position "and you didn't think of just going to the library?"
"oh" you replied dumbfounded, not having thought of that "of course" you quickly gathered back your confidence "the library!" you called out, like Lockwood had just invented it
Lockwood watched as you made your way back to the door and threw a loose goodbye in his direction, before he turned around and muttered something about Kipps' crew always needing to be reminded of the simplest things.
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"it's still weird, isn't it?" George brushed a loose strand of hair from off your face. you were both laying on your bed, cuddling, talking about everything and nothing
"what do you mean?" you asked confused, poking up your head from off his shoulder
"Kipps and Lockwood, I really don't now why they won't get along" he sighed "it's not like they are particularly different”
"oh believe me, they are" you muttered "I think something in Kipps just wants to make sure Lockwood and you guys are safe, at the same time it angers him that Lockwood tries anything in his willpower to get hurt"
"that's actually really nice"
"he can be at times" you smiled at the boy
as if on command, there was a knock on your door. "y/n?" kipps called "can I come in?"
"eh" you called "just a moment, I'm- changing" you pushed George off your bed, so he would stay out of Kipps sight, the boy nearly screaming a fit of curse words
"you can enter" you sat down on the bed, waiting for Kipps to open the door
"hey" he smiled, stepping inside your room "I just talked to Bobby. he says we will be able to visit the house tonight. we'll take a cab at five, just be ready"
"of course" you smiled nonchalantly
"everything alright?" kipps seemed irritated by your answer, normally you would just groan and curse him out like he had personally invented the problem
"yeah" you nodded "why wouldn't it be?"
"I don't know" Kipps answered slowly, walked back to the door, while keeping a confused look on his face "be ready" he repeated, before he walked out and closed the door
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"okay, this is getting repetitive" Lockwood called, arms crossed sitting in the living room. next to him (to your surprise) sat Kipps, wearing the exact same expression, watching you and George sneaking down the stairs
"eh" George muttered confused
"yeah" you nodded, dragging George into the room with you "there was this book-"
"-repetitive" Lockwood sang
"just admit you're dating and we can all go home" Kipps leaned forward to take a sip of his tea
"what?" you asked perplexed
"well" Lockwood smiled smugly "Kipps and I both noticed your weird behaviour, so we talked about it and came to the same conclusion"
"yeah, either you two are dating or you're having something even weirder going on"
"you both worked together?" George raised his brows. Lockwood and Kipps looked at each other in realisation
"I guess we did" Kipps muttered
"well, we can't have important team members being distracted during missions, because they are busy sneaking around"
"okay, seems plausible" George and you sat down across from the men
"but just so you know, we won't break up just because you guys found out about us"
"obviously not" Kipps and Lockwood nodded at the same time
"as long as you do not tell her any of our secrets" Lockwood instructed George jokingly, a bit of a stern expression entering his face
"the same goes for you, y/n"
you and George grinned at both your bosses, happy about them approving of your relationship. because if you were honest, they were much more than just that, they were your friends.
"great" Lockwood stood up, talking the tray with the empty tea mugs "then Quill Kipps can finally leave my house"
"gladly" Quill muttered bitterly "lets go, y/n"
you raised your hand and waved at Lockwood, before you turned to George and plastered a longing kiss on his lips. you followed Quill out of the room, grinning at the boy that looked a bit traumatised by witnessing your kiss
"I really have to get used at that before you can do it again"
"fine" you laughed, closing the front door behind the both of you
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