Lockwood & Co. Oneshots and AUs

My Hair!

~ An idea I've had for a silly one-shot has been "what if Lucy had long hair?"

Well the answer to that is she'd promptly chop it all off.

But for this short, let's pretend she didn't. I guess this counts as an AU.

I decided to write this because with quarantine we can't get haircuts, so I'm stuck with my hair growing out and I absolutely hate it. It it now past my shoulders and I want to chop it off.

Final Word Count: 5063 words~

When people ask you to name one thing you like about your physical appearance, what's something you say? My answer is normally something along the lines of "I don't really know. I've never thought about my appearance that much." Or "I don't really have a 'favorite' physical attribute about myself." It's not because I'm self-centered. It's not because I only care about my appearance. In fact, it's quite the opposite.

I don't really like my looks. My eyes are too big for my face, my bust size isn't big verses my hips and ass which are, I'm kinda short, my hands and feet are tiny, I never seem to give off a completely "clean" appearance, and my hair...

Oh God, my hair.

It has to be the worst part of my appearance. The absolute rats-nest that I had to call my hair was so long it reached down to my tail bone. My showers took forever, having to wash so much hair. The mess took ages to comb, and then it would stay nicely brushed until a half an hour later when somehow, it would become a mess again. It took forever to do any sort of hair stiles. And it got in the way during cases. I can't recall how many times I had missed something or had gotten caught in things because of my ridiculously long hair!

I hate it so so much.

"Well if you hate how long your hair is, why don't you cut it off?" I would if I had the time. Being an agent of such a small company on the rise (the rather quick rise) required a lot of work. I didn't have much time to myself.

In contrast to me, my boyfriend loved my hair, messy length and all.

Lockwood often told me how nice it was. "Soft and fluffy, Luce!" He says, and I roll my eyes at him.

He's told me how he loves combing his fingers through my long hair. He enjoys doing it up for me when I don't have the time or don't feel like doing it. He says it's part of my charm.

Well I don't exactly know what "charm" he sees in this knotted and tangled mop that's attached to my head, but he sees a lot of things about me that I don't.

The only good part about long hair that I can see is that during the winter, you don't necessarily need to wear a scarf. Just wrap yourself up in your hair. However, this is the tail end of spring, turning into summer. It gets hotter everyday and the sun is actually starting to peak through the clouds. Long hair serves no purpose.

I collapsed onto the couch, face first into one of the pillows at the end, trying to catch a break from paperwork and practicing on Esmeralda the Second. I was hot and sweaty from the workout I had just gone through. I hadn't even noticed Kipps was in the room until he spoke up.

"Quite warm today, wouldn't you say?" He spoke, looking up from the book he was reading. I groaned out a "yeah". The wonderful thing about the library was that it was the coolest room in the house. The ventilation worked wonders for that room. In summer, it was my favorite place to be, seeing how I hate the heat.

"You've been working out?" He assumed. Again, I groaned out some sort of "yeah" towards him.

"Are you dying of heat stroke?" He joked.