#lucy is slaying

[eeechooo]

Just Maybe

Fandom : Lockwood and Co. Pairing : Female Reader x George Karim Request : @sarahhelpimsinking "Reader is also part of Lockwood and co and they are really close, but George starts to get super attentive and touchy and she starts to catch in and mess with him, happy ending."

You were still buzzing with the adrenaline of the latest job as you climbed into the back of the cab with Lucy. The boys took the front seats, Lockwood chatting animatedly with the driver about something you couldn't quite hear. You settled into your seat, letting out a sigh of relief. The job had been a close call, but you had all come out unscathed.

Lucy leaned closer, her voice a conspiratorial whisper. "I am telling you, something is wrong."

You turned to look at her, raising an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

She glanced towards the front where George and Lockwood were deep in conversation. "George. He's been acting weird."

"Weird how?" you asked, genuinely curious. George had always been a bit of an enigma, but you figured you knew him well enough.

Lucy rolled her eyes, clearly frustrated. "He's been all... touchy. And he's never like that."

You frowned, thinking back to the events of the night. George had been more... present than usual, sticking close to you, even holding your hand during a particularly tense moment. But you brushed it off. "He was just scared, Lucy. It was a tough case. Anyone would be a little more... clingy."

Lucy shook her head, her expression sceptical. "I don't buy it. I've seen George scared before, and he doesn't get touchy. He gets quiet and intense, but not touchy."

You sighed, leaning back in your seat. "Look, George and I are just really close friends. Maybe he felt safer with me nearby. It's not a big deal."

Lucy gave you a look that said she didn't believe a word you were saying. "Close friends, sure. But he's been different lately. More attentive. Haven't you noticed?"

You shrugged, trying to brush off the growing unease in your chest. "We've all been under a lot of stress. Maybe he's just... I don't know, reacting to that."

Lucy crossed her arms, clearly unconvinced. "Maybe. But I still think there's more to it. Just... keep an eye on him, okay?"

You nodded, more to placate her than anything else. "Fine, I'll keep an eye on him. But I still think you're overreacting."

Lucy sighed, leaning back and staring out the window. "We'll see. Just don't say I didn't warn you."

You turned your attention to the front of the cab, watching George as he animatedly discussed something with Lockwood. You couldn't help but smile. Whatever Lucy thought, you knew George better than anyone. And if there was something more to his behaviour, you were sure you would notice it. Eventually.

For now, you were content to brush off Lucy's concerns and enjoy the calm after the storm. But a small part of you couldn't shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, she was onto something.

The next morning, you made your way downstairs, still shaking off the remnants of sleep. The house was unusually quiet, a stark contrast to the usual hustle and bustle. As you reached the kitchen, you found a note on the table from Lucy and Lockwood. They had gone to Arif’s shop for some supplies, leaving George in charge of breakfast.

You spotted George at the counter, his back to you as he prepared something. The smell of fresh tea and baked goods filled the room, instantly lifting your mood.

“Morning,” you greeted, sliding into your usual seat at the table.

George turned around, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Morning. Tea and an orange muffin, just how you like it.” He placed the steaming cup and the muffin in front of you, then took the seat next to you.

Your heart did a little flip. It wasn’t unusual for George to make breakfast, but the fact that he had gone out of his way to prepare your favourites made you pause. “Thanks, George. This looks great.”

He nodded, already launching into a detailed recount of his latest research findings. His enthusiasm was infectious, and you found yourself drawn into his world of dusty books and ancient lore.

“And then I remembered that the spectral resonance in Type Two ghosts is significantly higher in areas with historical trauma,” George said, his eyes alight with excitement. As he talked, he absentmindedly brushed your arm with his hand.

You felt your brain short circuit for a moment, your skin tingling where he had touched you. It was just George being his usual self, you told yourself. There was nothing more to it. But Lucy’s words from the night before echoed in your mind, and you couldn’t help but wonder if there was something you were missing.

You tried to refocus on what he was saying, nodding along, but your thoughts kept drifting. Why was he being so attentive? And why did it matter to you so much?

George must have noticed your distracted state because he suddenly fell silent. You looked up to find him staring at you, a curious expression on his face.

“You’re really weird, you know that?” he said with a smirk.

You blinked, taken aback. “Excuse me?”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “You’ve been staring at me like I’ve grown an extra head. What’s going on in that mind of yours?”

You felt a flush rise to your cheeks, quickly looking down at your tea. “Nothing. Just… thinking about your research. It’s fascinating.”

George raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it, but he didn’t push further. Instead, he leaned back in his chair, his smirk softening into a genuine smile. “Well, if you ever want to dive deeper into the archives with me, you know where to find me.”

You nodded, the gears in your mind turning. Maybe there was more to George’s behaviour than you had originally thought. And maybe, just maybe, you were starting to see him in a new light.

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For the next week, you began to notice the subtle changes in George's behaviour. It started small, with him standing a bit closer than usual or offering a hand when you climbed out of the cab after a job. His attentiveness grew more noticeable, and there were times when you caught him looking at you when he thought you weren’t paying attention. 

But then, just as quickly, his demeanour would shift back to his usual sarcastic self. The mixed signals were driving you crazy, leaving you confused and off-balance. One minute he was the George you’d always known, and the next, he was someone new—someone who seemed to see you differently.

It was during a particularly tense moment after a mission that you started to piece it together. The team had just finished a challenging case, and as you all piled back into the cab, George had taken your hand to help you in, his grip lingering a bit longer than necessary. You felt a flutter of something—excitement, maybe?—and you glanced over at him, but his eyes were already back on his notebook, jotting down notes as if nothing had happened.

Lucy, who was sitting next to you in the back, nudged you. “See what I mean?” she whispered, her eyes flicking to George. “He’s never like this.”

You shrugged, still trying to convince yourself it was nothing. “He was just anxious, Lucy. It’s not a big deal.”

Lucy gave you a sceptical look but didn’t press further.

The real turning point came a few days later. You were all gathered in the library, sorting through the latest research for an upcoming case. George was sitting next to you, his knee brushing against yours under the table. You found yourself hyper-aware of his presence, his proximity.

Lockwood was across the room, leaning against the fireplace, watching you both with a knowing look in his eyes. It was a look you couldn’t quite decipher, but it seemed to make George uncomfortable. You noticed that every time Lockwood gave him that look, George would pull back, retreating into his usual sarcastic demeanour.

Like clockwork, it happened again. George was in the middle of explaining a particularly complicated theory about ghostly manifestations, his arm resting on the back of your chair, when Lockwood shot him that look. George immediately withdrew, his tone turning sharp and distant as he redirected his attention to the books spread out on the table.

The shift was jarring, and you couldn’t help but feel a pang of hurt and confusion. Why did he keep doing this? What was going on between him and Lockwood that made George act so erratically?

That night, as you lay in bed, your mind raced with thoughts. George’s mixed signals, Lockwood’s strange looks—it all swirled together in a confusing mess. You needed to figure out what was happening, to understand why George’s behaviour was affecting you so much.

The next morning, you woke up with a new resolve. You would get to the bottom of this, no matter what it took. George’s actions were starting to feel like a puzzle, one that you were determined to solve.

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As the days passed, you couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that had settled in your chest. George’s behaviour continued to oscillate between attentive and distant, leaving you feeling more confused than ever. You realised that while you appreciated his friendship and companionship, you didn’t quite reciprocate the level of physical touch he seemed to crave. You thought you'd never think that, but that was true at the moment.

It wasn’t that you didn’t like him or that you didn’t enjoy his company—you did, immensely. But the sudden shift in his behaviour had caught you off guard, and you weren’t sure how to navigate it.

So, you decided to take matters into your own hands. Literally. You started to initiate small touches—brushing against his arm as you passed by, resting your hand on his shoulder when you laughed at one of Lockwood’s jokes. You made sure to respect his boundaries, never pushing too far, but you couldn’t help but notice the way he seemed to relax under your touch, his tension melting away ever so slightly.

And then, something strange happened. Lockwood stopped giving George those odd looks. Instead, he watched the two of you with a fondness in his eyes, as if he knew something you didn’t.

It was then that it hit you. Lockwood wasn’t trying to make George distant by giving him those stares. He was scared. Scared that his best friend was going to get hurt if he got too close to you. If it was unrequited.

The realisation hit you like a ton of bricks, and suddenly everything made sense. The mixed signals, the strange tension between George and Lockwood—it was all because of you.

The pieces finally fell into place.

“Oh. Oh.”.

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That was when you started to tease him.

The opportunity presented itself while you were grocery shopping together. As you reached for an item on the shelf, your hand brushed against his, ever so subtly. You pretended not to notice, but you felt the slight twitch in his fingers, betraying his surprise. 

“Oh, sorry,” you said innocently, flashing him a quick smile before returning your attention to the task at hand. But you couldn’t help the thrill that ran through you at the contact, the electricity of his touch lingering on your skin.

Another chance came when he complained about his unruly hair one morning. Normally, George couldn’t care less about his appearance, but today seemed different. As he grumbled about his curls, you stepped closer, reaching out to gently smooth them down.

“They’re not that bad,” you remarked, your touch light and fleeting. But as your fingers danced through his hair, you felt him relax under your touch, his shoulders dropping as a sense of calm washed over him. It was a small gesture, but it felt good. Alright, more than good, you had to admit. It felt peaceful.

But perhaps the boldest move came when he mentioned his sore shoulders after a particularly long day. Without a second thought, you moved behind his chair in the kitchen, your hands finding their way to his tense muscles. 

You could feel him tense up at first, his body rigid with surprise. But as your fingers worked their magic, kneading out the knots and tension, you felt him slowly start to relax, his muscles melting under your touch.

“Wow, that feels amazing,” he murmured, his voice low and appreciative. 

You couldn’t help but smirk, enjoying the reaction you were getting out of him. It was fun to see George, usually so composed, let his guard down for once. And if it meant you got to enjoy a few stolen moments of closeness, then all the better. Maybe, just maybe.

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Then one night, you didn't know if you wanted to kick or kiss your coworkers.

The movie night started out promising enough, with everyone gathered on the couch, snacks in hand, ready for a cozy evening. But as the movie dragged on, it quickly became apparent that it was a snoozefest of epic proportions. Even Lockwood, the eternal optimist regarding his tastes, couldn’t hide his yawns as he struggled to stay awake.

You, on the other hand, weren’t so lucky. Despite your best efforts to stay engaged, the monotony of the film proved too much, and before you knew it, you had drifted off to sleep.

When you woke up, it was still dark outside, the remnants of the movie flickering on the screen. Blinking blearily, you realized that George was lightly snoring beside you, his head resting on your shoulder. You were both lying on the couch, tucked under a blanket, and for a moment, you couldn’t help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all.

Clearly, Lockwood and Lucy had orchestrated this whole thing, choosing the most mind-numbing movie imaginable so that you and George would fall asleep. Sneaky, but effective.

As you shifted slightly, George stirred, his eyes fluttering open to gaze at you with a look that was equal parts dazed and disoriented. It was as if he had just woken up from a particularly bizarre dream, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the sight.

“Enjoying the view?” you teased, a playful smirk playing at your lips.

George blinked, his brain still catching up to reality. “Hmm? Oh, uh, yeah. Very scenic,” he replied, his voice thick with sleep.

You rolled your eyes, suppressing a giggle. “Smooth, George. Real smooth.”

But despite the sarcasm, there was something undeniably comfortable about the moment. You shifted onto your side to face him, hiding your face in the crook of his neck as you both settled back against the cushions.

And then, almost on instinct, George tilted your chin up, his eyes meeting yours with a mixture of hesitation and determination. You don't know who initiated it, but without another word, you both leaned in, meeting halfway in a soft, quick kiss that left you both breathless.

As you pulled away from the kiss, the air between you crackling with a newfound tension, you couldn’t help but chuckle softly, the sound vibrating against George’s lips. He blinked, his eyes still closed as if savoring the moment, before finally opening them to meet yours.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, his voice low and tinged with curiosity.

You shook your head, a playful smirk dancing on your lips. “Oh, nothing. Just guessing about how Lockwood and Lucy must be thinking they’re some sort of mastermind matchmakers.”

George’s lips twitched with amusement, a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “Well, they do like to meddle, don’t they?”

“Definitely,” you agreed, your laughter bubbling up between you like a shared secret. “But I have to admit, they might be onto something with this whole movie night setup.”

George raised an eyebrow, his gaze locking with yours in a way that sent a shiver down your spine. “Oh? And what do you mean by that?”

You shrugged, feigning nonchalance even as your heart raced in your chest. “Just that… maybe there’s something to be said for falling asleep on the couch with your best friend,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

There was a moment of silence as George processed your words, his expression unreadable. But then, without warning, he leaned in again, his lips capturing yours in another kiss that was both soft and electrifying. You both moved gently against each other, fearing the other would break the spell. You both did not. He was the first one, however, to pull back, only slightly to mumble against your lips.

"Just maybe?"

"No, definitely."

This time, there was no laughter, no teasing remarks. No mixed signals, no one around to tell you if what you were doing was good or not. It felt good, that's all that mattered.

And as you lay there in the quiet darkness, tangled together on the couch, you couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, falling asleep during a boring movie wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

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okay so i am lowkey proud of that one??? i made it way longer than the others because i found a new way to write and it actually helped a lot! i hope you liked it, it was very fluffy, i tried my best LMAOOOO

i wanted to include lucy and lockwood because they're my favourite matchmakers, but also oh how lockwood is worried for his friend and just doesn't know how to help george so he's just like "yep. just be distant" lucy should slap him but we love a bsf who just wants his happiness AND HE GOT IT

anyways i read too many notes from ao3 authors, have a good day!

taglist : @neewtmas @cielooci @thestrangerblog

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[corvidcujo]

absolutely obsessed with this creature

[imnothereokuwu]

✨🔀🔥

Inspired by the new Lucy figure and also an old picture I found on Pinterest

I'm pretty sure the source was Tumblr but I can't find it sadly.

[farosdaughter]

The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes p344 / p504

Edit: I love how ‘clever, devious, deadly’ perfectly applies to Coryo as well. Birds of a feather, for lack of better words.

[moonpool-system]

The Thorn // Slay the Princess // 500x500 icons

Free to use with a like and/or reblog!

[wosona]

Apparently, ITV used the clips of Ona and Lucy on the news this evening 😂

yep yep just had a look

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

#Cheers to 100 Eps Chenford Fam 🥂

[lichtbrenger]

the first ride or dies in the universe 🙏‼📣❤🧨💢💣 Question: did your faves fight god together? 🤔🎤...

[onabat11e]

Hey! I know you’re not taking requests at the moment…but was just wondering if you’d ever write a fic (even if just a little blurb) about onas reaction to lucy in THAT outfit yesterday because god im obsessed!

ona would just send lucy this meme:

jokes aside, i wrote something short for this (thank you for the req)

rating: E for explicit (18+)

word count: 988 (tell me why i thought it would only be like 500)

Lucy: 1 attachment - time for the awards, miss u baby

Lucy sent a selfie of her in the mirror, showing off her outfit for The Best FIFA Football Awards. The blonde waves framed her face perfectly, showing off her small smirk and her chiselled jawline. Lucy slipped her phone away, needing to leave the dressing room to get ready to walk the green carpet. 

Ona sat up in bed after hearing her phone vibrate. She looked over to see a new message from Lucy. She felt her abdomen tighten immediately at the stunning selfie she had been sent. She typed a reply before opening the photograph to get a better look.

Ona: do you even know what you do to me Luciaaaaa 😭

Ona zoomed into the photo, wanting to take in every detail of Lucy in that outfit. The vest perfectly displayed Lucy’s muscular arms and strong shoulders. 

Her eyes wandered down Lucy’s arm, falling on the hand wrapped around her phone. Ona’s mind definitely did not start to imagine those fingers digging into her thighs as Lucy ate her out. And she definitely did not fantasise about the way those fingers would pump into her; the way her pussy would clench and cum around them, begging for more. 

She could picture the exact way Lucy’s bicep would flex as she pumped two fingers into her heat. The mental images made Ona’s stomach twist, a throbbing pleasure starting to arise between her legs. She almost felt embarrassed at how quickly she got turned on from the photo alone. She swiped off to send more messages for Lucy. 

Ona: that outfit is doing things to me

Ona: i need u so bad right now. so wet for you

Ona’s hand trailed down her torso, pulling her oversized t-shirt up over her midriff. Her hand dipped under her sweatpants, rubbing over the fabric of her panties. She inhaled sharply at the contact on her throbbing clit, feeling her body beg for more pressure. 

She quickly kicked off her sweatpants, letting them fall off the side of the bed. Ona raised her phone, the camera app open, angling it so her now exposed abs and underwear were in frame. She slipped her hand under her waistband before pressing the capture button. 

Ona: 1 attachment - wish u were here 

Ona dropped her phone before she dipped a finger into herself. Breathing deeply at the sensation, she gathered wetness from her entrance, rubbing it up her folds before circling the tip of her clit. She made slow movements, teasing herself the way she knew Lucy would. Her body heated up as the desire spread throughout it and her pace began to increase at her own neediness. 

Ona pushed a single digit into herself, feeling her walls flutter around it. Biting her lip, she let her mind wander again, thinking about how Lucy’s fingers would feel in her. She continued to work herself, her left hand fumbling at her phone to try and send another message to Lucy. 

Ona: need ur fingers in me so bad. mine don’t feel as good :(

She added another finger, curving it as she pushed deeper inside herself. Her head fell back on the pillow, eyes shutting as she imagined the way Lucy liked to fuck her into the mattress. Her free hand slid under her shirt, palming against her breast. She squeezed her eyes shut, visualising Lucy’s eyes darkening as she looked up at her, tongue toying at her nipple. Her fingers clasped a nipple, thinking about how Lucy would use her teeth to playfully tug on the bud. 

Ona’s hand continued to pump in herself, hips rocking to meet the thrusts. She increased her tempo, her left hand leaving her breast to play with her clit. 

The circles were roughly rubbing against her sensitive area, her body trembling at her rapidly approaching peak. With a final squeeze of her clit, Ona fell apart, a moan of Lucy’s name falling off her lips as she slowed her movements. 

Ona: just came thinking about how fine u are. i need u so bad right now baby

The fire in Ona’s stomach would not leave; she needed it to be Lucy between her thighs, not just her own hand. She fantasised about Lucy’s fingers deep in her, a warm mouth sucking her clit and cleaning up the cum leaking from her. She whined at the idea, fingers reaching down to play with her clit again. 

Ona: tell me you get to keep that outfit. i cant stop thinking about all the things i want u to do to me

She already knew her second orgasm would come soon, still feeling sensitive from the first. She bucked against her hand, the coil tightening in her core once more. Two fingers slipped lower, pressing into herself with ease.

Her movements got harder, the palm of her hand pressing into her swollen clit with every thrust. Her thighs clenched around her hand, body shaking as she came again, her clit twitching under her hand as fingers curved inside her to guide her high.

Ona: pls baby i’m so needy rn. i came again but it’s not the same. i need ur mouth on me. 

~

After the event had come to a close and all interviews had been done, Lucy was free to check her phone. She was shocked to see the number of notifications from her girlfriend. 

27 new messages. 

Lucy skimmed through the messages, feeling her face heat at the content of the messages. Her mouth went dry, looking at the numerous photos she had been sent of Ona touching herself and fucking herself. 

She quickly checked that no one could read over her shoulder before typing out her replies to Ona.

Lucy: oh my god ona?!

Lucy: fuck that’s so hot

Lucy: can’t wait to get back to barca and taste u

Lucy:*see u. sorry idk what happened there ;)

[astrangetorpedo]

best song of all time, prettiest boy of all time, best BANGS of all time

[boltevega]

and they lived happily ever after

[22plus15]

lucy via ig: Sight seeing in April w/ all the gals + Dad ⛲️

[tys-kitty]

It‘s so hilarious that the Herondale genetics are so strong that of all them are massive drama queens

[haomnyangz]

chocobros vs the mystic (joint slay)

[mrsdallowayszoloft]

anyone else….feeling very “cartwheel” by lucy dacus lately…🫠 (find more of my weird memes on my ig)

[littlecottageofsapphics]

I had a really silly idea and had to doodle it before it left my head