Lockwood has been bothering Lucy for quite a while. And Lucy is beginning to think she's been going mad (Lockwood caused that). But as the days pass by, Lucy slowly starts to have feelings for Lockwood. Will Lockwood still bother her, or will some fluff happen? {I really don't know myself...HARHARHARHAR!!!} Note that I do not own Lockwood & Co. and it's characters. All rights and stuff go to the amazing Jonathan Stroud.

This is my first story on here so don't be too harsh if it's bad! However I think it will be enjoyable, so here goes nothing!

George gives his thoughts on the other members of Lockwood & Co: Lucy Carlyle and Anthony Lockwood, and the evidence of their attraction to one another that's really plain as day. Cover art by thecrazybookfanatic on tumblr

Lucy has a nightmare, and not thinking she can fall asleep again, goes downstairs to make tea. A tumble and bang cause Lockwood to wake up, and... a confession?

While out on a case someone new comes to Lucy's rescue and Lockwood gets a bit jealous!!!

Apparently Lockwood sings in the shower... ...And so does Lucy. A fluff-fest of songfics for your LockLyle loving soul.

This is for all of you Lockwood and co readers who avidly shipped Lucy with Lockwood, but never got the satisfaction of seeing them unite. Oh and it also comes with action and humour. Just a few short chapters. Disclaimer : all rights belong to Jonathan Stroud. The cover isn't mine either

"Oh, what in the world would I do without you?" "Dunno, you're bloody lucky I'm your best friend." In where lockwood and lucy's relationship is always platonic, never more. **** Locklyle/Lucewood high school AU

Anyone wanna talk about the newest Lockwood and Co. Book ( and the newest pain in in our sides * holy Munro*? Cool come on then don't be shy.

To my surprise, it was Lockwood making breakfast. "Gah!" George said. "My kitchen is destroyed," I raised my eyebrows at him, and then at the kitchen, then at Lockwood. Even though I despised George, it didn't mean that he didn't cook well. In fact, he was an excellent cook. Sadly, it didn't go well with Lockwood. The scent of something burning filled the kitchen. In where I imagine three people we know best at a certain place called 35 Portland Row start a fight early morning on which doughnut is better, jelly or plain. *throw in some adventure, crushes, best friends and vacations and there's a pretty generic fic*