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I would weather all embarrassment for you, my dear by justice_for_skull (hyper_fix)
Fandoms: Lockwood & Co. - Jonathan Stroud, Lockwood & Co. (TV)
08 Jul 2023
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Before Lockwood learns that the Skull can actually listen and talk, the ghost jar is the main thing to which he spills his secrets…
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Five times Lockwood talks to the Skull, and one time he talks to Lucy.
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Lockwood grinned at the skull. It was a charming grin, if he did say so himself. Although if anyone was immune to his charming grins by now it would be the ghost in the skull jar, since the old brown skull was what he practiced his charming grins on.
“And, don’t lie, I saw the way you looked at her!”
The swirling in the ghost jar stilled for a moment.
“But, Mr Ghost, she’s a colleague now, so it doesn’t matter if you think she’s pretty. You have to keep that to yourself.”
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something like surrender by certes
Fandoms: Lockwood & Co. - Jonathan Stroud, Lockwood & Co. (TV)
03 May 2023
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It’s so hot in the room that at first he can’t isolate what part of it has woken him up. As he comes back to his body slowly, the heat clarifies into two problems.
Problem number one: Lucy is pressed all along his left side, face in his shoulder, her arm around his waist and one of her legs tossed over his hips.
Problem number two: Lockwood is hard. Like, painfully hard. The kind of hard that would normally have him shoving his hand into his pyjama bottoms half asleep to bring himself off in three tight pulls. A solution which is nowhere near possible right now because of problem number three (there’s always extra problems when Lucy is around):
Lucy’s thigh — the one slung over his legs — is pressing right against Lockwood’s cock.
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(yeah, there's only one bed)
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A series of one shots about Lockwood and Co spending time with Barnes' two 'angelic' little ones.
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let me put it on your mind by youareiron_andyouarestrong
Fandoms: Lockwood & Co. - Jonathan Stroud, Lockwood & Co. (TV)
24 Jun 2023
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Lucy and Lockwood have a conversation about what it was exactly that the Skull hinted that Lockwood said about her hips.
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They were kissing, slow and languid and lazy, Lucy straddling his lap and holding his face between her hands. Lockwood rested his hands on her hips, fitting his hands to the curves of her... He had dreamed like a randy tomcat about being able to fit his hands to her waist and touch, with roving hands and searching lips, all over soft, soft skin… -
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“You need to sleep,” he says.
Lucy says, almost without thinking, “I don’t want to.”
Because she doesn’t. Because sleeping means dreaming and Lockwood knows exactly what dreaming entails right now. And then there’s the cold, which still hasn’t retreated, even with the cape and the tea and Lockwood’s arm pressed in a warm line along her own while they drank it.
He doesn’t answer, just takes her by the hand and leads her from the kitchen, flicking off the lights as they go. And she lets him, because she’s tired and aching, and because it’s Lockwood doing it.
(or, recovering from walking in the land of the dead isn't easy, but lockwood and lucy are giving it their best shot.)