TenuousnessLess7
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George shook his head, grappling with the question. “You decided to stay after the job tonight. Remember?”
Kipps searched his memories. “We were working a job together? Did DEPRAC ask you to assist Fittes with something?” He asked.
Kipps felt the air still and knew he’d said something wrong. Lucy, George and Lockwood exchanged weighty looks, an entire conversation conveyed in a glance.
“Quill,” George whispered. “What year do you think it is?”
...Or: a cot4 Kipps amnesia fic
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“I was complimenting you, George,” Lockwood chuckled, an unfamiliar grin on his face - too sharp, too biting.
George knew what Lockwood’s compliments felt like. He gave them freely enough, and they always filled George’s chest with a sort of fluttering pride. This felt…different. Like back when he was still in school, and he would spot the other boys across the yard, laughing with each other, their glances cutting over to him. He knew he was the butt of the joke, even if he didn’t understand why.
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Lockwood comes home from a job, and something is wrong.
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“Whoa, whoa, not so fast, you two,” Lockwood’s voice carried over from across the room.
“What?” Lucy asked, turning back with genuine curiosity.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Lockwood grinned and pointed above their heads. George followed his direction and saw the mistletoe hanging in the doorway above them.
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Or: five times cot4 kissed under the mistletoe, and one time they dropped the pretense.
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“Lucy?” Lockwood shook her by the shoulder, bringing her back to the present. To the horde of alien zombie frat boys making their way into the house. “You ok?”
“Here,” George shrugged the tank for the flamethrower off of his back and held it out for Lucy to put on. “Take this. You’ll feel better.”
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not so lone wolf by TenuousnessLess7
Fandoms: Lockwood & Co. (TV), Lockwood & Co. - Jonathan Stroud
07 Oct 2025
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Lucy and Lockwood exchanged a look, still unsure of exactly what Kipps was confessing. “Bite?” Lucy asked. “You mean you…oh my God, Quill, are you a -“ her voice fell away, as though she felt it impolite to continue.
“The preferred term is ‘lycanthrope’,” George finished for her, and Kipps sighed as though the weight of George’s many reference books on cryptozoology held him down.
Quill Kipps was a werewolf.
And tonight was a full moon.