8 Works by certes
Listing Works
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The house was a towering, Victorian home, hiding amid a copse of trees at the end of a long, winding lane through the countryside. When the car rolled around the final curve in the road and the darkened edge of the house oozed suddenly into view, the sight of it struck them all quiet in the middle of their planning.
Lucy felt a cold anticipation spill through her; not something drawn from her senses, but something wholly internal.
“It certainly looks the part,” Lockwood said after they had hauled their things out of the car and parted ways with the driver. The house loomed in front of them. It was a combination of rust-coloured brick and dark wooden wainscotting, the kind that is going for a rich, burgundy brown and ends up reading closer to dried blood.
“Personally, I think it’s a bit cliche when haunted houses look haunted,” George said. “Would it kill them to slap some colour on it?”
“Maybe that’s how the original owner died, the one who actually lived here,” Lucy jumped in. “Livening up the paint job.”
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(or: Lockwood gets ghost-touched on a mission to dismantle a pair of spirit gates. Lucy does something unthinkable to save him)
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“No,” she says through her teeth. “I don’t want the antidote. I want — ”
“Not trying to give you the antidote,” he cuts across quickly. He’s pretty sure he’s going to rupture a blood vessel if she continues that sentence. “Just — how about my fingers? You want my fingers?”
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(a "what if ace used a different tactic to get nancy to take the antidote?" fic)
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She plucks the piece of paper which apparently contains her own life information on it off of the pinboard, and carefully studies the few words written there.
“So, I’m Nancy Drew,” she reads out loud. “Apparently I’m a ‘problem solver’ and ‘have a good memory,’ and then it says ‘except for now’ in brackets.” She squints at the sheet of paper. “There’s something else there, but it’s been scribbled out.”
The man standing on her other side — the one with the flouncy hair and the green jacket with the white collar — leans in to look over her shoulder.
“Um, it looks like it says, ‘maybe dating Ace,’ with a question mark.”
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When the Drew crew all lose their memories fighting a Viking God, some things get lost in translation. A 2x11 fic with a twist.
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breathing in blind by certes
Fandoms: Lockwood & Co. - Jonathan Stroud, Lockwood & Co. (TV)
23 May 2023
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The image of just what Lockwood is doing mere metres from her flashes vivid in her mind again — except this time her brain has filled in the details, taken the glimpse she got through the crack of the closet door and expanded the view so she’s picturing the whole of it: Lockwood’s body stretched luxuriously out on his bed, his head probably thrown back into a pillow, legs tensing and relaxing, his hand moving in an unhurried stroke up and down.
(or: lucy hides in lockwood's closet so she doesn't get caught snooping around in his room. she didn't expect him to start jerking off.)
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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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proximity / barriers by certes
Fandoms: Lockwood & Co. - Jonathan Stroud, Lockwood & Co. (TV)
01 May 2023
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A shuffle of feet. Lockwood’s standing right behind her. She can feel the warmth of him shiver all along her back, the nape of her neck.
She’s about to turn to face him when suddenly that warmth connects: Lockwood’s arms fold carefully around her, his body draping overtop of hers like he suddenly can’t stand. Lucy stiffens. His chin touches the side of her head, then his jaw, his mouth, as he curls in over her back, tucks his head down into her shoulder. Their cheeks press together. Something warm and heavy settles on the top of her head, and she realizes he’s pulled the blanket up over both of their heads like a shelter.
Like a cape.
“Sorry, Lucy,” he whispers in her ear. “Just bear it for a second. Please.”
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(the one where lockwood has a nightmare about the other side)
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He covered her completely, narrow hips holding her legs open, one hand spread across her lower back, the other braced on the table next to her head for leverage. He was curled over her, face hidden in her neck so all she could see was the edge of his ear and the back of his neck, shining with sweat.
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(lucy almost gets ghost-touched on a case. lockwood reacts in a way she didn't expect)
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The first time Anthony Lockwood has the passing thought that he’d like very much to kiss Lucy Carlyle is approximately three hours after he first met her.
Look, he’s not carved out of stone. It doesn’t matter that he already knows how pointless it is to chase after kites, crave an extra biscuit or an afternoon in the sun — a beautiful idea is still beautiful, and when a pretty girl walks into his flat, it’s going to cross his mind.
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(A 'five times Lockwood wanted to kiss Lucy and one time he did' fic showing moments from Season 1 from Lockwood's perspective)