#annabel ward

[cryptidcaves]

Lucy's ghost adventure life as a human spirit box

[bunnybelovedsblog]

Lockwood & Co and the Magnus Archives

Its late and i decided to completely ramble, ramble, ramble about my two favourite pieces of media

LISTEN UP!! The way I force parallels between The Magnus Archives and Lockwood & Co needs to be studied because there are SO many.

Like Annabel Ward and Agnes Montague are genuinely two sides of the same coin to me. Two pretty redheaded women whose fates were basically decided for them before they even had a choice, both tied heavily to fire, both used to shape the narrative around them rather than being allowed to fully exist outside of it because their whole purpose is to move a narrative and never get to be a REAL person. Both meeting very tragic painful ends as well. And both of them end up being deviations from what their groups expect them to be. Agnes was chosen from birth but never really feels like a willing Avatar, and Annabel is introduced like she’s going to become this violent, revenge-driven force only for her to spare Lucy and Lockwood once she finally has the chance to get revenge. That kind of subversion makes me GO CRAZYYY.

There’s also the shared theme of obsession with uncovering supernatural truths, and how knowledge itself becomes dangerous. George and Jon both have this .. genuine obsession with knowing more and more, knowing everything there is to know.

The more characters learn in both series, the more they suffer for it. That whole “the cost of knowledge” thing is EVERYWHERE in both stories. The spiral imagery too?? Constantly present between the avatars and Georges downfall. The past never really being gone (and then needing to find out and learn about it), institutions covering things up, people digging too deep into horrors they absolutely should have left alone.

The Bone Glass genuinely feels like it could exist as a Magnus artifact and nobody could convince me otherwise. I mean, so many of the sources feel like they could be an artifact!

And the institutional failure themes are SO similar. The Magnus Institute and the big agencies in Lockwood & Co both pretend they exist to protect people, but really they’re just systems maintaining the horror. Same with DEPRAC and the Avatars honestly. The real danger is never JUST the supernatural entity itself, it’s the people and organisations profiting from keeping the nightmare alive.

Even Quill Kipps feels incredibly Barisa-coded to me. Both are professionals trapped inside broken systems who slowly go from rigid followers of protocol to reluctant allies once they realise how rotten everything actually is.

Also I will NEVER shut up about the Skull and the Distortion being parallels. Two weird mocking taunting little freaks who are somehow funny and deeply unsettling at the exact same time. They’ve both got that “quirky until suddenly terrifying” energy that makes them impossible to predict.

[skullmakesmelaugh]

Lockwood: That’s a haunted necklace! 

Lucy: Cool! It’ll make me look cute, and the ghost that follows me will make me more active, I’ll get out more!

[greyishdisaster]

The Fate of Ophelia pissed me off for several reasons, but first and foremost being that Annabel Ward died for THIS?????

[tsarisfanfiction]

Dark Hair Falling

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Fandom: Lockwood & Co. Rating: Teen Genre: Angst Characters: Anthony Lockwood, Lucy Carlyle

"She was tall, dark-haired, strong-willed, I guess. There’s once or twice I’ve seen you out of the corner of my eye, Luce, and I almost thought…"

A Visitor. A dark-haired girl, falling. Ghost Touch. That describes more than one event in Anthony Lockwood's life. Day 9's offering for @whumptober-archive based on the prompts Touch and Flashbacks. Giving Quill a break today, apparently!

[lockwoodandconetflix]

jonathan.stroud instagram story update

[witchy8464]

Let Go of Me - Anthony Lockwood x gn! reader

This is my first oneshot! Let me know if you have any feedback.

Summary: The reader takes the place of Lucy, and contacts Annabel Ward. They end up possessed, and bring up all sorts of emotions in Lockwood.

Lockwood & Co. isn’t the most prestigious agency. They lit a house on fire, investigated the death of an 80’s actress, jumped into the River Thames in the middle of the night, and had a certain disregard for the rules that tended to get them in trouble. But 35 Portland Row was your home, and would be for a long time coming. You possessed the talents of Touch and Sight, but while your Touch was exceptionally strong, your Sight was not, and you couldn’t see visitors all that well, so you spent more of your time doing research for missions, more of the logistical work. Having worked for Lockwood for almost as long as George, the three of you were a very tight knit group.

Lucy was a very welcome addition. You couldn’t keep up with Lockwood in the field, and George wasn’t exactly able to curb his self-destructive tendencies, so when Lucy proved to not only surpass Lockwood’s own abilities as well as provide him with a new found will to live, you could feel nothing but happiness for them, right?

The real problem lay in your heart, where concerning feelings had been bubbling for a while. Every night that George and Lockwood were on another case, you had been unable to sleep, petrified that it would be the last time you would see either of them. Lying awake, you would nervously think about what you would do if Anthony had died. You certainly cared deeply for George, but not quite the same as you did Anthony.

For the longest time, you had convinced yourself that you were more concerned for Lockwood because he was so self destructive, and while that was certainly part of the reason, you eventually couldn’t deny the fact that you were deeply and truly in love with Anthony John Lockwood.

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Lockwood was apprehensive about waking you. You were a very polite person, and wouldn’t really mind, but he knew about your stress filled nights, staying awake until he and George showed up on the doorstep. 

On the other hand, he knew if he didn’t you would berate him in the morning for not letting you help. 

Lockwood snuck into the corner of the basement, rapier at his side, and gently shook you awake. He had originally tried to get you to take the room in the attic, but you had insisted on sleeping in a corner of the basement, claiming that it was cozier down there. 

You awoke groggily, emerging from your cocoon of blankets. 

“Annabel Ward’s ghost’s here.”

“...Shit.”

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Every time you thought you had lost all sense of sanity you manage to find a scrap to lose. Now you were sitting in a chair, in the middle of the library, about to try and commune with Annabel Ward’s ghost. Whoop de doo. 

Lucy had wanted to do it, but you had insisted, knowing your Touch was much stronger and that she’d had a long day, and you didn’t want to stress her anymore. 

walks

Lockwood walked up to you, ring in hand, “If she takes any liberties, we’re right here, okay?” 

Gently lowering the ring into your hand, you raise your thumb to brush his, as if to say ‘it’s okay. I’ll be okay.’

As Lockwood steps back, fear brimming in his eyes, you close yours, wrapping your fingers around the ring. 

You feel a chill immediately rush over you body, quickly replaced with a kind of fuzzy warmth. You feel joyous, light-hearted, and… and like everything is perfect. 

“She’s… happy.” you say, feeling Annabel’s lover watching her. Is it admiration in his eyes? Is it love? “She… she loves him.”

You feel a swirl of adrenaline, dancing to a song. It’s an important song, their song. Annabel spins and spins, her skirt flowing around her legs. The sun shone through the window, lighting your face as he smiled. He… He loved you right? That was what he felt for Annabel? For you?

You stood up, your eyes still tightly shut, and took a step forward. And another. 

“She… she doesn’t know if he loves her.” And another. “I… I don’t think he does. She’s trying to convince herself.”

You feel the warmth creep a little too high. Slowly, slowly it feels oh so uncomfortable, beginning to feel fear, as he stands up. As your lover stands up. He’s saying something, calling you a liar. And another step. You’re begging him now, telling him to listen, that you didn’t do anything.

Your eyes fly open, inches away from Anthony.

“He’s angry,” you whisper, as if afraid you’ll set Annabel’s lover off. “She’s… She’s so afraid.”

Some kind of switch flips, and now you’re smiling at Anthony, but it’s a pained smile, he can tell. Your hand reaches out to cup his cheek, and the touch burns Anthony’s skin. His hand comes up to grasp your wrist, but he can’t bring himself to pull you away.

“It’s all right,” you reassure him, looking at him with such love in your eyes. “He loves me. You love me, don’t you?”

Your face is pleading, begging him to tell you ‘yes, yes I love you’ but in his heart, Anthony knows this is not you. But when you look at him like that… How long has it been since someone held him gently? Since someone loved him? Is it okay for him to love someone like this again? What if… what if you see him for who he is? What if you hate him for it?

You lean in, “You gave me the ring. He’d never hurt me,” you plead with Anthony, tears beginning to bubble to the surface. “He doesn't mean it.”

You’re trying desperately to convince yourself that it’s all okay, that loving him isn’t causing you so much pain. That Anthony isn’t hurting you. 

“You love me, right?” your voice is straining, desperate to reach him. “You’d never…”

“We need to stop this. Now.” He can’t bear to watch you like this.

“Let’s just see what happens,” George says.

“Lockwood’s right,” Lucy interjects.

“No, don’t.” You interrupt, “Look at me,” your arms are gripping Anthony’s tight, drawing his attention back to you. “Look at me.”

Anthony whispers your name gently, as if speaking too loud might shatter you into a million pieces. 

“Look!” you shout, the tears at the edges of your eyes just now beginning to fall. 

A feeling of tightness begins to constrict around your throat, and all of a sudden you can’t breathe. You grip Anthony harder, your nails beginning to dig into his skin.

“No, stop,” you plead, looking for some semblance of the man you fell in love with. 

You gasp for air, you’re not ready to die. Anthony looks at you, nothing but horror on his face. He’s terrified, he can’t lose you, but what should he do now? What if he pulls you out and you die right then and there?

“Stop,” you beg, pulling yourself back, away from Lockwood. 

“Stop, please!” your yelps are getting more desperate as your grip begins to hurt.

Anthony doesn’t know what to do. 

“Ow! You’re hurting me! Don’t,” you’re begging him, trying to convince yourself that it will all be okay, that the mere sight of him isn’t causing you pain, that Lockwood doesn’t kill everything he loves.

“Look! Stop, please!” your shouts are tearing through every wall he’s ever built., “Let go of me!”

Your arms are tearing at your neck, pulling at your sweater, trying to get air into your lungs. Tears are streaming down your face.

“I can’t… Let me breathe!” you choke out.

Anthony grasps your shoulders, trying to shake you out, to do anything, because you are dying. You are dying and he can’t help you, just like he can’t help anyone.

“Annabel, Annabel stop it!” he shouts because he can’t lose you too.

George runs to the window.

“Let go of me!”

The curtains are flung open, the light of dawn filling the room as the chair you had been sitting in minutes prior flings itself into the bookshelf, narrowly missing Lucy.

Anthony had grabbed you and thrown the two of you against the couch, shielding you with his own body. 

“He… choked her to death,” you whisper, body trembling.

As soon as you got the words out, you pass out in Anthony’s arms, your tear-stained face landing against his arms.

[escapebygawking]

I trust you.

I care about you.

I can't get enough of you.