Lockwood and Co. - Oneshots

The Walk

[A/N] I decided to start off with a oneshot based off of the end of TEG. Here u go xoxo

// Lucy's POV \\

   To be completely honest, I didn't know what was going on. Lockwood had been giving me cryptic messages for a long while. Either way, I still liked him. I smiled at his adoringly written note, threw on a jacket, and headed down the stairs. As I rounded the bend and arrived at the foyer, he winked at me. I felt a deep crimson blush erupt on my cheeks - I just hoped he didn't notice. 'Took you long enough,' he joked. I playfully hit his chest. 'Let's go before the curfew hits.' As we exited the front door belonging to 35 Portland Row, he attempted to non-chalantly wrap his arm around me. It didn't work - I looked over at him, and his ears were tinged with red. He noticed me looking at him, and an extreme blush worked its way onto his cheeks. As we walked down the street, the small talk wore down into comfortable silence. I felt safe with him - as though nothing could ever harm me if he was there with me. We walked through the park at the end of the road - taking in the beauty of the nature at hand. 

   We stopped at a bench on the edge of a creek. I hadn't noticed previously, but Lockwood had a small basket with him. He pulled out a thermos of tea and handed it to me, but I opted for a biscuit instead. I looked over at him, and his eyes began to sparkle. 'So, Luce. I have been meaning to tell you something for a while.' I wondered what it could be, 'Yes, Lockwood?' He started to blush again. 

   He sighed, and began to gush, 'Ever since you joined Lockwood and Co, I knew there was something different about you. Maybe it was the way you walked into the kitchen looking disheveled, but still remaining upbeat every morning - I don't know. I just can't help falling for you, Luce. I guess what I'm trying to say is, I love you. I always have. My heart beats for you, Lucy Joan Carlyle.'

   I couldn't believe my ears - or my brain. I wanted to scream and jump for joy. The man I had loved from the start - the one I stared at over my drawing pad in the library, or the one who smiled at me from across two sets of iron chains in Combe Carey Hall, returned my feelings. I sat there, going over all of this in my head. Little did I notice, Lockwood's face became pinker and more worried by the minute. 'Luce, please say something, Anything,' He said, worriedly.

   I sat there, pondering what to say for a good fifteen seconds more. Slowly, I began to explain to him everything I had felt for the past years. 'Lockwood, you have no idea how long I have been waiting for something like this to happen. Ever since I saw your advert in the paper, I knew this would be a fresh start - a clean slate. As soon as I stepped past that godforsaken iron line, nothing could be taken back. I walked into your office, and knew I would fall in love with you. It could have been your charming smile, or the way you so kindly reassured me during my interview. Ever since then, I have spiraled more and more into my crush. All I am saying is, I love you too.'

   As the afternoon progressed into evening, we headed back to Portland Row - hand in hand. We arrived at the stoop in front of the great door bearing the number thirty-five, and turned to face each other. I looked into his eyes - they said a lot more than his facial expression did. He stuck the key into the lock. 'I love you, Luce,' My heart jumped for joy. 'I love you too, Lockwood,' I responded. He smirked at me, and responded 'Please, call me Anthony.' He kissed my forehead, turned the key, and walked in.

   I'm not going to lie or anything, my life has only gotten better from that moment in time. Lockwood and I are in a great, healthy relationship. Holly and I are better friends, and even George is nicer. I don't know if that's because Lockwood would fire him if he is rude to me, or if we are entering a nicer stage of our friendship. Lockwood and Co has progressed, too. Quill officially joined the team, and we have been contracted for a hell of a lot more interesting cases, now that Fittes is gone. Despite all of this, the only remains of the skull are it's charred bone fragments. I do, with every atom of my being, hope that he comes back. He stuck with me through thick and thin - even if we were on adverse sides of a conflict. He left a void that can never quite be filled. That's my opinion, anyways. 

[A/N] Well, that's the end of my first oneshot in my new book thingy!! Lmk how you liked it xo. Thanks for reading!! If you want, I might take suggestions. PLEASE if you are going to read my previous book, be warned. I wrote that a very long time ago, and the writing is like acc so cringe. Anyways bye for now xoxo

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