Visitors still wandered around London and Lockwood and Co. has strived. But will it last long enough? There are still mysteries a foot.(Warning: This story takes place a year and half after book 5 for those who have not finished the series) cover art by me, FurryDrag0n

Maisie's mother should have known better, buying a house on the cheap to renovate and live in, what with how things were with The Problem. A body in the wall means calling in a reputable Paranormal Agency, something they can't afford. Unless of course it's Lockwood & Co, or perhaps not, given some noticlbe peculiarities of the agency. (Open Novella 2023)

SPOILER ALERT FOR THE END OF THB! (George's perspective) After Lucy left, George was forced to watch his best friend in misery. After he finally confides in him, George knows he has to do something about it. He heads to Lucy's apartment to talk to her. Will he be able to convince her to return, or will he only cement her decision to leave?

This is my one-shot of the real and complete ending for 'The Empty Grave.' I guess that I was upset that it didn't end the way it should've in my mind because I wanted Lucy and Lockwood to admit their feelings for each other. Well, enough of me talking, how about we get to the best part: Reading. This story comes right at the end of the book. Before they leave the house for one of

There's a point in a relationship where you love someone so much that they just have to meet the rest of your family. For Lockwood and Lucy, things can get tricky. Cover Art: @owlssin on Instagram Give artist the love, their work is amazing and they've read the books to give you such beautiful pictures.

'I have seen the darkest of your regrets, child. You may weep upon the grave you have dug, or you may rise as a phoenix from the ashes of your past. The choice is yours.'

Lockwood was the first to lose it. His eyesight faded, becoming so poor that he required yearly eye exams and glasses. Next was George. He barely noticed it at first; he spent more time in the archives than in a haunted house. Last, surprisingly, given the strength of her Talent, was Lucy. It took years, but, in the end, they all lost their Talent, and retirement was eminent.

After defeating Fittes and securing his relationship with Lucy, Lockwood has a new goal: helping Lucy explore why her relationships with Holly and Flo are so tumultuous. He has but one destination in mind: Lucy's hometown, to see her mother. This fic is a sequel to my first Locklyle fic, "What She Deserves," but it stands on its own! **This story takes place after TEG**

Lockwood and co get a new client with a good case but does this new client fancys Lucy a bit?

It has been said that 35, Portland Row is also a character in the books. Here is a poem from the house's POV. It's set during the day, so the skull isn't mentioned.

[Following on immediately from the last chapter of The Empty Grave] Just when everything seems to be working out for Lockwood & Co an unexpected Visitor arrives with news. BIG news. Suddenly, a quieter life retreats into the distance again. This time, it's personal.

A series of one-shots showcasing the beautiful bond between Anthony Lockwood and Lucy Carlyle. Disclaimer- I am NOT Jonathan Stroud, I do not own Lockwood and Co.

He gave Lucy the necklace. His intention behind such a gift must be clear...right? There was no way the gift could be misinterpreted...or missed, right? Suddenly, knowing he's not gone far enough, Lockwood fixes his missteps to give Lucy what she deserves, facing one of his biggest insecurities to do so. This starts where The Empty Grave left off, finishing the unfinished scene.

At a cozy evening in Portland Row 35 while the trio decides to spend the evening on the couch watching TV on their day off, Lucy falls asleep and her head lands on Lockwood's shoulder. All observed by George. Well here his story goes...

The Other Side has left a deeper impression on Lucy than they knew...until it was too late. A one-shot featuring our favorite Lockwood and Co. fivesome. More chapters will be published relatively soon, but until then feel free to RnR.

One moment he had a family once again and the next he lost the very person that gave his life a purpose anymore, leaving him empty and with questionable coping mechanisms.

SPOILERS FOR THB! Please don’t read this summary if you haven’t read it! This story details the conversation Lucy and Lockwood have at tea shop after she announces that she’ll be leaving them. Their conversation ends with Lockwood leaving, upset.

This is my interpretation of the scene mentioned in The Creeping Shadow, where Lockwood and Lucy take a walk and he tries to convince her not to leave the agency. It’s written in Lockwood’s perspective. Enjoy!

Lucy knew that she should stop. Or try to talk to him about it. But night after night, she can’t stop herself from crawling into Lockwood’s bed. Because wrapped in his arms is the only way that she is able to find sleep lately.

"She takes his breath away so often he wonders if he's even breathing at all – because somehow, in some way, this beautiful mess of a Northern girl has burrowed his way into his life and his heart, and he never wants her to find her way back out." Lockwood uses his sunglasses as an excuse.

Winkman is back for revenge and Lucy is in trouble. Lockwood is scrambling to find her. All hell has broken loose but one thing is now clear with Lockwood and Lucy. *first story* please read and review!

Lucy Carlyle gets sick and Anthony Lockwood tries to help her

"Trust me?" I whispered and he rolled his eyes and nodded. I kicked the shelf behind me hard, and a book fell off it, landing with a thud on the floor, followed by slow footsteps "What the f-" I cut him off by slamming him against the bookshelf and standing on my toes "Sorry" I whispered, before I roughly pushed my lips onto his, rendering him Immobile. Rated M

It's the night before Lockwood and Lucy's nuptials, and Lucy is still amazed at the twists and turns her life has taken to get her to this point. But will a Lockwood & Co wedding really be able to avoid any hitches? Lots of Locklyle fluff, some drama, and a Visitor or two.

the afterimage of blood blooming crimson over His trademark white button-up the echoes of pleas to use Her instead, calling him family, the best of Them the sensation of his mentor paired cradling his head with one soft hand whilst the other brings the cold bite of the knife against his throat