Hello could I request a Lockwood x reader where they’re at the auction and reader causes a distraction after Lockwood caught but she’s maybe a relic man’s daughter or the main relic man’s daughter so they don’t kill her but after they escape she turns up at 35 Portland row adorning a new facial scar?
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Anthony Lockwood x f!Reader
Warnings: None, mostly just fluff. Some mentions of death though 💖💖💖
Summary: Y/N and Lockwood infiltrate another relic auction, the only catch is that this time it's held by her father. As she makes her way back to Portland Row in the morning, she isn't surprised to see he's still awake, waiting for her.
A/N: Hi, I really hope you guys like this one :) 💖💖💖 I struggled with it for a bit but then I got excited with this idea :) 💖💖💖 Thanks for the request I really enjoyed writing it :))) 💖💖💖 Also sorry if updates are a little slow I'm still getting used to classes :') 💖💖💖
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"This is a stupid plan", she groaned, rechecking the flares and rapier that were slid into her belt. How had they ended up here in the first place ? Relic-men were ruthless, violent and cruel, yet somehow, one of them was her father. When she had left to become an agent, she had naively thought that it would be the end of her association with them. Still, since joining Lockwood and co, she had returned to this bleak part of the world more times than one would deem safe, or smart for that matter. Somehow she could never say no to him, but who else would keep him safe if not, though he seemed to think the roles were reversed, she knew better.
He shrugged his shoulders, rifling through his backpack, "Well, do you have any other ideas ?"
Pausing for a moment, she bit her lip, he was usually open to most ideas, the more chaotic the better, but he would not be happy with this one, "We can wait and-".
"No, we are not waiting, we don't know when we'll get another opportunity like this", he pressed his lips together tightly.
She chewed on her thumb, turning away, "Lockwood I-".
"What is it ?", he moved to sit next to her, taking her hand in his. His expression softened, as he traced patterns across the back of her palm.
She rested her head on his shoulder, sighing, "My father is here- I- If he-"
"He won't, we'll be in and out before you know it", he squeezed her hand reassuringly. Just like that she believed him.
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"Give me your coat", she sent him a pointed look, her hand reached out. There were faint growls and curses from the outside in the door, they were getting closer, she didn't even spare a look.
He gripped his rapier tightly in his calloused hand, the blade glinting in the moonlight. The backpack now weighed down his shoulders, the weight of the relic, conveniently wrapped in silver, dragging him down. His gaze flickered between her and the sounds that were slowly growing louder, "Darling, I don't understand how you're cold right now".
She rolled her eyes, "It's not for that- I have a plan".
"What is it ?", he chanced a glimpse at her.
Shaking her head, she pressed her lips together, "No time".
"Y/N-", he was hesitant, eyes creased with worry. Not knowing the plan was like jumping off a cliff, she knew that, but they didn't have time and, maybe it was better that he didn't know.
Below them, the floor vibrated with doors being slammed open and furniture thrown about. She held her breath, "Trust me".
"I- Alright", he sighed, shrugging off the coat and handing it to her, with a perplexed look.
Slipping it on, she took his hand, leading him to the windows ledge. They climbed on, and she steadied herself, hanging onto the side of the building desperately. The Thames glittered menacingly, but they could at least count on the fact that there would be no visitors on it. The wind whipped around them, sending a chill about her skin, she wrapped the thick material tighter around herself.
She twisted to face him, readjusting his collar and smoothing out the creases on his shirt, "Okay, take a deep breath, aim for the water and don't come out until after 2 minutes, George, Lucy and Flo are gonna come get you". The shouts were growing louder, the pounding feet echoed through the walls. They didn't have much time, she had to get him out before he did something stupid or reckless.
"I don't understand", he frowned, as she stepped back into the room
He made a move to follow her, but she stopped him with a hand on his chest. He seemed to have forgotten that he could just push past her, maybe with all the chaos or maybe that was just the effect she had on him, she liked to think it was the latter. "You will", sending him a weak smile, she shoved him hard, so that he stumbled off the edge, tumbling into the darkness.
She paused for a few moments, clutching the strap of her bag and peering into the darkness, until she heard a splash disrupting the flow of water. Sighing, she made her way to the door, glancing around the corridor, the smile falling from her face. A group of scuffed men with rather dangerous-looking guns, were entering the room next to hers, she pursed her lips. Well, there's no going back now, she thought as she burst out of the room. The coat drifted behind her as she tore down the stairs, a flurry of shouts and grunts soon following.
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She groaned, dragging her feet on the ground, her heels ached, her joints were cracking and there was a stinging pain in her cheek, courtesy of her father. It had been a long night, but she was just thankful to have made it home in one piece. As she unlocked the door, it clicked and slid open silently. Tip-toeing in, all she wanted to do was crawl into bed next to Lockwood, though she was probably in for an earful from him about her 'so-called plan'. Shutting the door as quietly as possible, she was startled by a voice, "Y/N ?".
He was still dressed in yesterday's clothes, blackened by dust from the flares, stained with blood, and there was an angry blue-black bruise blooming on his left cheek. There were squashed throw pillows and thick blanket strewn about the edge of the sofa, he had slept here, just in case she came back in the night, though judging by the darker than usual eyebags, he hadn't gotten much sleep at all, though she knew she couldn't have looked much better. She felt a pang of regret in her chest, but it was mixed with love, for him. Wrapping her arms tightly around him, she ignored the stabbing pain from her shoulder, mumbling into his neck, as he did the same, "Hi".
He pulled back a little, holding her face in one hand, he ran his thumb across the angry gash on her face, "Do you know how worried I was ? What happened ?".
She turned away, unable to meet his eyes, a hand unconsciously coming up to ghost her cheek. Another to add to the collection, she thought, though the rest had faded into little white lines that were barely visible. She had gotten used to them, but this one had raw edges, covering her entire right cheek, something harder to hide. Along her walk, she had almost forgotten she had it, that she'd have to face him. Laughing softly, she wondered what he was thinking, "A little gift from dad, I- I know it's ugly, but it'll-".
He tilted her head back to his with a finger, pressing a kiss onto her forehead, "Don't- You are always stunning, even when you're covered in blood and dirt". She held her breath, her heart pounding in her chest, and she hoped that with all the dirt, he wouldn't be able to see the blush that covered her face.
He slipped his hand over hers, leading her up the stairs, "Come on, let's get you cleaned up".
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"This is really deep", he dabbed at the cut again with an alcohol swab. There were already multiple blood-spotted cotton balls tossed in the bin. Her face, now clean, only made the tear more visible, a jarring contrast to the rest of her skin, the thought alone made her scowl.
Cheek burning harshly, she clutched her fingers into a fist, turning her knuckles white, "Nothing I'm not used to".
He frowned, throwing the swab away, before turning to face her, arms crossed, "Stop it, you could have died".
She groaned, he didn't understand. Of course he didn't, though, how could she expect him to, but it frustrated her. It was the reason she had chosen to be the distraction, to get caught. She was the only person that he would have let live. In some sick, twisted way that was his way of showing affection. Throwing her head into her hands, she dug her nails into her scalp, "No, I wouldn't have, but you would have. He wouldn't have stopped until he caught one of us, and if we had both escaped, he would have found us here, and- I- I would have been the only one left".
"I-", he watched her closely, his lips were parted like he was taken aback. She had never hidden who she was or who her father was from the beginning, though it never made a difference to him, and she loved him for it. Still, she could never bring herself to tell him about the darker details of her life, they were painful to think about, she didn't want him to have that burden too.
Her eyes burned with tears, she willed them to stop, but they just rolled over her face, making her vision blurry and dripping onto the ground, "He still thinks that this is some joke, that one day I'll just come running back".
"Love-", he knelt in front of her, intertwining their hands, pulling her into him.
He was warm, and smelt of lavender, it only made her cry harder, "But I won't, how could I ever ? Who does this to their child ? He's- He's a monster". He just nodded his head, holding her closer, stroking her hair, until her sobs turned into soft sniffles. As she wiped the last of her tears away, she leaned back, her fingers finding their way to the back of his neck. He held her gaze, never faltering once, even as she pushed him down, so their lips met. She moved desperately, tangling her fingers in his hair. His hands gripped her waist tightly, pressing her up against him, they fit together perfectly. She kissed him like her life depended on it, because it really felt that way, losing herself in his lingering taste of honey and bergamot. Her chest tightened, his skin felt hot against hers, she felt like she was beginning to run out of breath, but she couldn't stop. Someone braver than her would be able to wrench themselves away, she didn't want to be braver then, she felt weak and so she continued to kiss him, even if it was the last thing she did.
Eventually, he broke the kiss, pulling back, he helped her stand, squeezing her palm as she handed her a pair of clean pyjamas, "Why don't you get changed, then we can go to sleep".
"Yeah", she smiled, scratching the back of her head.
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Tucked away next to him, under the safety of the blanket, with his arms around her, she finally felt the tightness in her shoulders melt away. She twisted around, to face him, so close that their noses almost touched, "Hey ?".
"Mmhm", he blinked his eyes open, his expression soft.
She ran a hand through his hair, "I don't know what I'd do without you, really". If not for him, she wasn't really sure where she'd have ended up, a relic-girl ? A run-away ? Dead ? She may never know, and she'd like to keep it that way, because she had decided that it was going to be much harder for someone to take her from him.
"Well, you'll never have to find out", he grinned.
She smiled, before her eyes went wide with realisation, "Oh, um- Love ?".
"Yes", he rose a brow, with his lips pursed.
She paused for a few seconds, wondering if it would be better to just lie about it, but decided against it, "I forgot to mention, I um- I lost your coat".
His pressed his lips together, she winced at the silence, almost sighing in relief when he spoke. "You- I- We're going shopping tomorrow", he managed to grumble, trying to be cross as let his head sink into the pillow. She pressed her lips to his cheek, and grinned when he shifted closer to her.