#georgewood

[juneneedsabreak]

[tenuousnessless7]

Don’t think I’ve talked about it before but I do love that we get to see George “zero social skills” Karim chastise Lockwood for how he handled the whole praising-Lucy-on-the-news situation and it’s perfectly in character, because Lockwood’s so used to being able to charm his way out of situations that he’s legitimately confused, and George may not pick up on social cues, but he knows how to follow directions, and “she specifically asked you not to.” Idk it’s just such a reversal of their usual dynamic where George is just casually and unknowingly offending people that it tickles me.

[vinofworms]

[mistandshcdow]

that’s love, bitch

[hollcwboy]

i am sooo curious as to how lockwood & george became friends, because honestly their personalities clash in so many entertaining ways, like oh to be a fly on the wall of 35 portland row the first week george moves in

[maarigolds]

Lucy, Lockwood and George, after everything.

(show edition. I'm not going by book canon for this one, so don't worry about spoilers)

At 21 or 22, Lockwood is the first of them that starts to lose his talent.

Which makes sense, since he's the oldest. At the beginning he refuses to even acknowledge it, but Lucy and George figure out what's happening soon enough. For a while he's just ashamed and angry and sad all the time. Then it gets better: Lucy and George get him trough it. He also calls Kipps, and they talk for hours, both coming out of it feeling almost at peace (Kipps has gone back to school and is talking about wanting to become a teacher. Which Lockwood feels like should surprise him, but actually doesn't). 

Lucy is next. It breaks her heart a little (because of skull and all other type 3s) and it scares her a lot. But then she realizes how soothingly quiet the world can be at times, and lets herself think that maybe she will be alright. 

George is last. And the thing is, even though it saddens him to lose the one thing that connected him to ghosts, mainly he's relieved. He's been waiting for the other shoe to drop for a while, and now that it has, he's ready for whatever may come next.

The jobs get more and more rare as they hear, see and feel less and less. Lockwood knows he could hire new kids to replace them, but in truth he doesn't really want to. Perhaps Lockwood & Co. can be laid to rest at last: after all, they've already achieved more than he ever dreamt. So the next time a client calls, he informs her they've shut down and gives her the name of an up-and-coming independent agency he's heard great things about. He only feels mildly guilty about it. 

Even if they're technically not his employees anymore, George and Lucy stay. They don’t talk about it, but the idea of moving out of Portland row and living lives that aren't intrinsically intertwined feels wrong to all three of them: they're a family, after all, and nothing has to change about that.

Still, they need to make money somehow. So they muse about going far away from London, opening a bakery, living in a small house by the sea. But in the end they stay, both in the city and line of work they're used to. Because they do belong there, it's undeniable. George, of course, goes into ghost research and becomes a leading voice in the field, discovering new ways to help agents all over the country. No one is surprised, but everyone is proud. Lucy one day shows up at Barnes' office to ask him about becoming an inspector. It's the last thing either would have expected, but when he asks her why, she says it feels like the best place to be to help kids like her. To stop people like Jacobs. So he gives her a job. She's determined to change things from the inside. Barnes thinks that if someone could, it's her. And Lockwood... well, it takes a while for him to figure it out. But one evening Lucy comes home talking about a kid left deeply traumatized by a job gone wrong, and suddenly he knows. The next day he calls the bank to open up a pro bono clinic for agents and ex agents in need of psychological treatment. After less than a week they already have their first client. 

Slowly but steadily, it becomes their new normal. 

Lockwood sets up a study in the room on the stairs and works mainly from there. George, on the other hand, works at a lab in the City: he is the first to leave in the morning, but he always comes home soon enough to cook dinner. Lucy keeps slightly more irregular hours, and sometimes her job keeps her away for longer than she'd like. But then again she occasionally gets to come home to the adorable view of the boys fast asleep in front of the tv, so that's good.

One day Flo brings them a stray cat she found while working: they name him Donut and spoil him way too much.

Lucy starts gardening. George grows a magnificent beard (Lockwood is not jealous of it). The fridge breaks down and they have to buy a new one. Airf's son replaces him at the shop. They put up a hammock in the backyard, and spend their vacations piled into it. Mrs Burke from across the street knits them all hats for Christmas. Lockwood adds new framed articles on the walls and new knick-knacks on the bookshelves. 

He's not sure when, but one day 35 Portland Row stops being the home his parents left behind and becomes his home. Their home: his, and Lucy's, and George's (and Donut's. And Kipps' when he comes over for lunch on Sundays. And Flo's when she swings by using her own keys. And Barnes' when he stays for tea after long work days).

So they keep going as they have, day after day, year after year, slowly growing older. Wounds heal and scars fade. The sun shines through the kitchen windows on summer mornings. The smell of persian food fills the air every evening. Old rapiers get dusty in the umbrella stand. There aren't any ghosts between their walls, both real and metaphorical.

Everything is alright.

[permanent-rose]

I need Lucy and Lockwood to have a hug where they hold each other for like 10 seconds, and she tucks her head under his chin. And I need George to smile at them awkwardly and then for Lockwood to beckon him over, and Lucy takes one of her arms away from Lockwood to pull him in. I just need them to hug and feel each other's heartbeats and know that they are okay.

[waiting-for-my-hogwarts-letter]

you could call me a fool

Georgewood Secret Kissing Lessons 5+1 with eventual Cot3

“I’ve never kissed anyone before, okay?” Lockwood spluttered. “I don’t know. What if I’m not any good at it?”

Without looking up from his book, George shrugged. “You’ll be fine. It’s not hard, you just need practice.”

“What, are you offering then?” he joked.

George glanced up at him, an amused smile curling his lips that quickly dropped when he realised Lockwood’s expression didn’t entirely match his tone.

Was Lockwood… being serious?

[Or: 5 times George tries to teach Lockwood how to kiss better, and the 1 time he gets a lesson of his own.]

(link in reblog)

[n0tcharlie]

— ## hauntcipher / georgewood

a hundred wishes - she wants revenge

☆ ... georgewood felt like too boring of a shipname , so i made hauntcipher for my own whimsical joy .

[grasslandgirl]

you should never know how easy you are to need

hello and welcome to the silly little collage shuffle I made for my silly little hanahaki cot3 fic 🫶🏻🫶🏻 they are so special to me !! (fic summary and details below the cut)

you can read the fic here on ao3 !!

cot3 // Lockwood/George/Lucy. 8k. Hanahaki au.

Hanahaki doesn’t create a lot of ghosts. They’re relatively rare, and when they do manifest, they tend to be fairly placid. Technically, they have their own subcategory of Type One, but Lockwood’s never personally seen one on the job.

Hanahaki death glows, though. He’s seen more of those than he can count.

They’ve usually got the shadowed remains of plant matter spread out around them, so the death glows are distinctive. Once, he could see every petal of a wide rose bloom, glowing in neon green right next to the fellow’s fingers. Body long gone, flowers long dead, but the glow was still pressed into the pavement. Lockwood avoids them, as best as he can. Whenever he sees one, it just makes him grimly thankful that neither Lucy or George have as much strength in Sight as he does. That they won’t be able to see his death glow this brightly when his time comes.

It’s bad enough he’ll have to leave them due to something as drawn out as Hanahaki tends to be. Death by heartbreak, and all. Dreadfully boring.

(and yes the screenshotted lines in the collage are lines from my fic. i am helplessly self indulgent)

“I’m sorry,” he manages to say, but Lucy just shakes her head. 

“I don’t want you to be sorry, you stupid boy. I want you to be alive.”

And how is he supposed to tell her that no one has ever asked that of him before?

[juneneedsabreak]

i rarely see text posts of them boys together before so ofc i made some-

the fact that the first one can go both ways

[tenuousnessless7]

As someone who likes to cook/bake for the people I love I am always giddy whenever a piece of media uses food as a shorthand to establish relationship dynamics (even if it’s not something one character made for another - the baklava scene at the beginning of the Old Guard comes to mind). And obviously there’s a lot of this in Lockwood & Co, but an underrated moment imo is when Lockwood requests ghormeh sabzi from George in episode 2, because it establishes so much about their relationship so quickly. Not just in the warmth of the request (“I’ll love you forever, mate”), but also because this is a dish we can assume George introduced Lockwood to because it’s Persian, and he’s requesting it after an extremely rough night, which suggests that it’s become a comfort meal for him. And the implications of how much George must cook for Lockwood and how much Lockwood relies on George are so apparent in that simple request. Idk it just gives the friendship a sort of lived-in feeling that sells, very quickly, how close they are.

[vinofworms]

Loosely inspired by this one bit from The Hallow Boy. I’m almost done with the book but I thought it was silly and wanted to draw them being cozy.

[chibiosaka]

“George,” Lockwood breathed, his tongue fumbling in his mouth. “You’re not like that.”

“How would you know?” George retorted And with this I've successfully drawn each pairing of the cot3 trifecta! Inspired by TheMalapert's fantastically painful fic: Cry for Judas (E)

[hollcwboy]

george: you know, if you think about it, being straight is…kinda gay

lockwood: flirt normally PLEASE

[lilrios-world]

The Challengers movie trailer is making the iron trio throuple grow on me 😶

Which is a bit weird, considering I disliked it a little bit (I was locklyle only, and platonic georcy/georgewood). But I like it now, also, it's kinda hot? I think that is bc they love each other so much? So cute?