#ch: luci evans

[daughter-of-melpomene]

OC PRIDE MONTH CHALLENGE 2024 — Day Seven: Plus

Make something for an oc who uses any of the identities not assigned to a specific day, such as a poly oc, a pan oc, or anything else you can think of!

↳ LUCILLE “LUCI” EVANS (GOOD OMENS OC, POLYAMOROUS)

General Taglist: @hiddenqveendom, @auxiliarydetective, @foxesandmagic,

@artemisocs, @reyofluke-ocs, @endless-oc-creations, @stanshollaand,

@ginnystilinski-reblogs, @luucypevensie, @ginger-grimm, @oneirataxia-girl,

@arrthurpendragon, @fakedatings, @claryxjackson, @dancingsunflowers-ocs,

@eddysocs, @lucys-chen, @manyfandomocs, @ocappreciationtag.

[polycule-playoff]

Last Edited: 15 September 2024

Polycules that are in the running:

My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic

Twilight Sparkle, Pinkie Pie, Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Rarity and Fluttershy

Stephen King's It

Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak, Beverly Marsh, Bill Denbrough, Ben Hanscom, Stan Uris, Mike Hanlon, Kay McCall, Audra Phillips and Patty Blum

Sherlock Holmes

Irene Adler, Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Mary Morstan, and Godfrey Norton

Doki Doki Precure

Cure Heart, Cure Diamond, Cure Rosetta, Cure Sword and Regina

A3!

Tsumugi Tsukioka, Tasuku Takato, Hisoka Mikage, Homare Arisugawa, Azuma Yukishiro and Guy

Persona 5

Akira Kurusu/Ren Amamiya, Ryuji Sakamoto, Ann Takamaki, Yusuke Kitagawa, Makoto Niijima, Futaba Sakura, Haru Okumura, Goro Akechi, Sumire Yoshizawa, Morgana and Yuuki Mishima

Akira Kurusu/Ren Amamiya, Hifumi Togo, Chihaya Mifune, and Lavenza

Witch's Heart

Claire Elford, Noel Levine, Ashe Bradley, Wilardo Adler and Sirius Gibson

Ensemble Stars!!

Leo Tsukinaga, Tsukasa Suou, Arashi Narukami, Izumi Sena, Ritsu Sakuma, Mao Isara, Hokuto Hidaka, Subaru Akehoshi and Makoto Yuuki

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Jonathan Byers, Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley, Argyle, Chrissy Cunningham, Eden Bingham, and Vickie.

Star Trek DS9

Elim Garak, Julian Bashir, Miles O'Brien, Keiko O'Brien, Kira Nerys, Jadzia Dax, Odo Ital, Quark, Worf, Ezri, Sisko, Lwaxana Troi, Kasidy Yates-Sisko, and Lenara Kahn

The Owl House

Luz Noceda, Amity Blight, Willow Park, Hunter, and Gus Porter

Dracula

Jonathan Harker, Mina Harker, Lucy Westenra, Quincey Morris, Jack Seward, Arthur Holmwood, and Abraham Van Helsing

The Breakfast Club

Brian Johnson, Andrew Clark, Allison Reynolds, Claire Standish, and John Bender

Winx Club

Bloom, Stella, Tecna, Musa, Flora, Aisha, Sky, Brandon, Timmy, Riven, Helia, Nex and Nabu

Resident Evil

Leon S Kennedy, Claire Redfield, Ada Wong and Helena Harper

The Case Study of Vanitas

Vanitas, Noe Archiviste, Dominique de Sade and Jeanne

Scooby Doo

Fred Jones, Daphne Blake, Shaggy Rogers, Velma Dinkley, Hot Dog Water, and Crystal.

Buffy The Vampire Slayer

Darla, Angel(us), Drusilla, and Spike/William

The Legend of Zelda

Revali, Zelda, Link, Mipha, Sidon, Yona, Paya and Tauro

The Magicians

Fen, Eliot Waugh, Margo Hanson, Josh Hoberman, Quentin Coldwater, and Arielle

Haikyū!!

Kiyoko Shimizu, Yachi Hitoka, Yamaguchi Tadashi, Tsukishima Kei, Bokuto Kōtarō, Akaashi Keiji, Kuroo Tetsurō, Kozume Kenma, Hinata Shōyō, Kageyama Tobio, Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime, and Ushijima Wakatoshi

Genshin Impact

Cyno, Alhaitham, Kaveh, Tighnari, Dehya, Nilou, Faruzan, Dunyarzad, and Candace

Kaeya, Rosaria, Albedo, and Sucrose

Neuvillette, Wriothesley, Navia, Clorinde, Zhongli, Childe, and Furina

Kujou Sara, Gorou, Arataki Itto and Sangonomiya Kokomi

Heaven Official's Blessing

Xie Lan, Hua Cheng, Mu Qing, Feng Xin, Yin Yu, and Quan Yizhen

Torchwood

Jack Harkness, Gwen Cooper, Rhys Williams, Owen Harper, Ianto Jones, and Toshiko Sato

Spiderman

Peter Parker, Harry Osborn, Mary-Jane Watson, Gwen Stacy, Liz Allan, Felicia Hardy, and Johnny Storm

Beastars

Legosi, Louis, Haru, and Juno

Lupin III

Lupin III, Goemon Ishikawa XIII, Daisuke Jigen, and Fujiko Mine

Demon Slayer

Tengen, Makio, Suma, and Hinatsuru

Omori

Sunny, Kel, Basil, and Aubrey

Cookie Run

Herb Cookie, Vampire Cookie, Sparkling Cookie, Mint Choco Cookie, and Cocoa Cookie

The Grail Quest

Percival, Galahad, Bors, Dinadrane, and Blanchefleur

Danganronpa 2: Goodbye Despair/Super Danganronpa 2

Hajime Hinata, Kazuichi Soda, Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu, Sonia Nevermind, and Akane Owari

Zero Escape

Akane Kurashiki, Junpei, Sigma Klim, Carlos, Diana, and Snake

Roswell New Mexico

Nora Truman, Louise Truman, Theo, Tripp Manes and Roy Bronson

Max Evans, Isobel Evans, Michael Guerin, Liz Ortecho, Kyle Valenti, Maria DeLuca, Alex Manes, Jenna "Cam" Cameron, Heath, Dallas Haines, Greg Manes and Anatsa

The Raven Cycle

Blue Sargent, Richard Gansey, Ronan Lynch, Adam Parrish, Noah Czerny, and Henry Cheng

Warcraft

Khadgar, Kalecgos, Illidan, Kael'thas Sunstrider, Vashj, Arthas Menethil, Jaina Proudmoore, Nathanos Blightcaller, Sylvanas Windrunner, Tiffin Wrynn, Varian Wrynn, Halduron Brightwing, Thalyssra, Lor'themar Theron, and Rommath

Welcome to Demon School Iruma-kun

Suzuki Iruma, Asmodeus Alice, Valac Clara, Azazel Ameri, and Purson Soi

My School President

Gun, Tinn, Sound, Win, Tiw, Por, Yo, Nook, Pat, and Kajorn

Bad Buddy

Pat, Pran, Korn, and Wai

Guardian Tales

Knight, Elvira, Arabelle, Beth, Priscilla, Yuze, Bianca, Loraine, Eva, and Camilla

Word of Honor/Faraway Wanders

Wen Kexing, Zhou Zishu, Han Ying, Jing Beiyuan, and Wuxi

The New Teen Titans

Dick Grayson, Koriand'r, Victor Stone, Rachel Roth, Joseph Wilson, Donna Troy, and Garfield Logan

Baldur's Gate 3

Astarion, Gale, Lae'zel, Karlach, Shadowheart, Wyll, and Durge

Kagerou Project

Ayano Tateyama, Shintaro Kisaragi, Takane Enomoto, and Haruka Kokonose

NU Carnival

Eiden, Aster, Morvay, Yakumo, Edmond, Olivine, Quincy, Kuya, Garu, Blade, Dante, Rei, and Karu/Garu

Project Sekai

Kanade Yoisaki, Mafuyu Asahina, Mizuki Akiyama, and Ena Shinonome

Riverdale

Archie Andrews, Jughead Jones, Betty Cooper, and Veronica Lodge

Lego Ninjago: Masters of Spinjitzu

Zane Julien, Kai Smith, Jay Walker and Cole

Mysterious Lotus Casebook

Li Lianhua, Qiao Wanmian, Di Feisheng, and Fang Duobing

Trigun

Vash the Stampede, Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Meryl Stryfe, and Milly Thompson

[hippolotamus]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @alyxmastershipper @spotsandsocks @swiftiediaz. Thank you lovelies

Two things this evening

9-1-1 - The Letters (Buddie)

A collection of letters written by Evan Buckley in the years following his separation from Eddie Diaz. Brackets and all (for now).

To the finder of this letter,

My name is Evan Buckley. At present, I reside at [address] in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Also in residence are my wife, Lucy, and our two dogs, [name] and [name]. I would never claim to live here, for that requires living. And my heart hasn’t beat properly in ages.

I never wished to revisit these moments, nor transcribe them. However, it is at Lucy’s insistence that I am reluctantly doing so. She has this notion that it will help quell the ache, and perhaps ease the nightmares. Both the result of losing my beloved, the other half of my heart and soul. 

It is of little consequence to you as the reader, I suppose, but I still feel it necessary to explain the arrangement Lucy and I have agreed upon. The conditions we choose to live with because of the circumstances we could not decide for ourselves. 

After my father’s death I was forced to return home. To take my place as head of the household to provide for my mother, and sister, Maddie. I came to protect her most of all, only to discover I had lost her anyway. She only ever wished to see me happy. In pursuit of this, she married an abominable human being who shall not be named here. If I do nothing else with my remaining time on earth, it shall be to see to it his name is lost to history. 

Regarding the matter of Lucy. We met shortly after my return, during an outing with my mother. It was a festival in the park with musicians and acrobats. The sort of thing where young men court young ladies, and mothers bring their unmarried children to parade them about. Clearly I was the latter. Of every lady Mother attempted to force me to become smitten by (or as she later put it, be tolerant of) I was most intrigued by the fair-haired woman operating the flower cart. We did not speak that day, not in words, only in exchanged glances. For reasons I did not yet know, I already understood she would be vital for me and I for her. 

It would be three more weeks, and dozens more disappointed potential wives, before we held a formal conversation. Mother had, of course, observed the shared looks I was attempting to hide less and less. She voiced her distaste for the situation immediately, informing me I must focus my efforts on finding a wife, despite my insistence that I did not see the purpose. Under the ruse of purchasing a bloom for the latest disappointment-to-be, I paid a visit to Lucy’s cart. It was perhaps not the most well thought out plan, but it was the one I needed most to work. 

I stated my name and title, declared I had no debts nor lovers or gambling afflictions and, if she could declare the same, I wished to marry her. Lucy promptly rejected my offer, telling me to return when I was a paying customer and not a deceptive suitor.

Schitt's Creek - Ch 2 of I know all your secrets

David paces the length of the sitting room, wired and anxious. The penthouse, measuring however many thousands of square feet, is still too small. He’s already shed his jacket, hanging it carefully in the walk-in closet. He’s not a monster, after all. But it does little to ease the tension that continues building under his skin, making him spark with need. Eager to get his hands on Patrick again.

Patrick’s ragged breathing echoes in his mind, the way he writhed under David’s touch, so desperate for release he was practically begging. 

David won’t be alone for long. Patrick has always come, will always. David knows this, and it terrifies him. Yet, with every minute that passes, every errant sound that makes him turn toward the door, his doubts grow louder. 

Agent Brewer was supposed to be a personal conquest, a challenge. A one time experience. There was no room for a ‘next time’. David should have known better. From the first time he noticed Patrick in Monsanto he wanted him. He took one look at the cocky, competent sonofabitch – wearing his stupid midrange denim and braided belt – and wanted to take him apart. To ruin him. 

He finally got his chance at their third encounter in Vienna. There was no bed, not so much as a fancy, expensive chaise lounge. Only the two of them, hidden in the shadows of Neptune’s Fountain. Not how David envisioned it, but he wouldn’t exactly call getting buttoned-up Agent Brewer off against ancient architecture a loss. Especially not when he sought David out the following evening and let himself be reduced to a whimpering mess, barely capable of stringing two syllables together.

It's late, but I'll tag: @shortsighted-owl @elvensorceress @stereopticons @blackandwhiteandrose @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy @fatedbuddie @buddierights @alysiswriting @apothecarose @rmd-writes @vanillahigh00 @jesuisici33 and my love @lizzie-bennetdarcy

[incorrectmarauderquotes]

Lily: What did you do today?

James: [panicked] Why do you ask that?

Lily: I always ask that.

James: Oh, yeah. That's right. Uh...nothing much.

[untilwebleedxx-blog]

↳ (&&. @damagedhearts-indie )

Evan shifted in the chair, unsure if this is what Lucy meant when she asked him to pose for her. The young man had gone through a handful of photoshoots already – so much so that he’d lost count – but this was different. While Lucy painted his portrait, he had to stay completely still, and he tried his best, he really did. But he didn’t know how to sit, where to put his feet or what to do with his arms. “How long did you say you needed me to stay here?” He asked, craning his neck and rubbing the back of his head, feeling sore already, his shoulders tense for how hard he tried to stay put. “I’m sorry--- I think I need a break.”

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tag dump.

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Noorderlicht International Photo Festival 2021: The Makeable Mind

The Noorderlicht International Photo Festival 2021 takes place from 7th August onwards at several locations in Groningen and Friesland. With the theme ‘The Makeable Mind’ Noorderlicht explores the relationship between visual culture and reality: how is our thinking guided by a rampant image culture, unprecedented technological possibilities and lightning-fast internet connections? THE MAKEABLE MIND Curator: Paulien Dresscher I Junior curator: George Knegtel Departing from photography, the 28th edition focuses on the entire spectrum of the image, both analogue and digital: from traditional photography to digital and interactive images, internet glitches, machine learning, virtual reality, street guerrilla actions, performances, sound installations and deep fakes. From the open call, but also by invitation, festival curator Paulien Dresscher – in collaboration with junior curator George Knegtel and Noorderlicht curator Wim Melis – came to a selection of some seventy participating artists from the Netherlands and abroad, who will be presented at no fewer than 15 locations in Groningen and Friesland. Paulien Dresscher: “There are more flavours than fake or not fake, with a wealth of images and stories hidden between them. Sometimes dystopian, sometimes utopian or simply fantastic. But nevertheless, exciting and fascinating. With algorithms as our personal advisors, we all think we recognise objective reality within our own bubble, but if there is one thing we can know about that truth, it is that it is not singular.”

The festival’s pièce de resistance is the multimedia installation ‘LAWKI-NOW, Life As We Know It’. Commissioned by Noorderlicht and in cooperation with MU Hybrid Art Space, the work was developed by ARK especially for the Der Aa-Kerk choir. ‘LAWKI-NOW’ is an immersive cinematic experience that combines machine learning with human craftsmanship and visitor interaction. The result is a gigantic audiovisual instrument that confronts the audience with the reality of our lives. PARTICIPANTS Alfonso Almendros (ES) | Ali Eslami (IR) & Klasien van de Zandschulp (NL) | ARC (ovb) | Andrea Stultiens (NL) | Aristidis Schnelzer (DE) | ARK (Federico Campagna, Louis Braddock Clarke, Roosje Klap, Arran Lyon, Senka Milutonovic, Teoniki Rozynek, Valentin Vogelmann, Zuzanna Zgierska) (NL) | Bas Uterwijk (NL) | Beatrice Moumdjian (BG) | Camille Lévêque & Lucie Khahoutian (FR) | Daniel Mayrit (ES) | David Magnusson (SE) | Diego Moreno (MX) | Elena Efeoglou (GR) | Eleonora Calvelli (IT) | Elisa Maenhout (BE) | Evan Roth (US) | Ewa Doroszenko (PL) | Federico Estol (UY) | Flora Reznik (AR) | Florian Göttke (DE) | Floris Kaaijk (NL) | Forensic Architecture (GB) | Frederik Heyman (BE) | Gaetan Boisson (FR) | Grayson Cooke (NZ) | Helmut Smits (NL) | Hester Scheurwater (NL) | Ilona Szwarc (PL) | Jacques Perconte (FR) | Jan Robert Leegte (NL) | Joe Paul Cyriac (IN) | Joel Jimenez (CR) | Latipa (US) | Lisa di Donato (US) | Lisa Hoffman (DE) | Lisa van Casand (NL) | Manuela Braunmüller (DE) | Mara Sánchez-Renero (MX) | Marco Frauchiger (CH) | Margit Lukács (NL) & Persijn Broersen (NL) | Marjolein Blom (NL) | Marta Zgierska (PL) | Michelle Sijia Ma (CN) | Natalia Kepesz (PL) | Nathaniel White (GB) | Polymorf (NL) | Rick Pushinsky (GB) | Sam ten Thij (NL) | Santiago Martinelli (AR) | Silas Bahr (DE) | Simone Niquille (CH/NL) | Stephanie Dinkins (US) | Stephanie Lepp (US) | Sumi Anjuman (BD) | Tamara Shogaolu (US) | Thomas Kuijpers (NL) | Walter Costa (IT) | Yiu Sheung (CN)

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Why do you hate me so

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2mV7vh7

by Idespisepeoplesomuch

Evan brings Connor to a family reunion and one of Evans aunts is a homophobic bi*ch and Evan has a panic attack

Words: 787, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Dear Evan Hansen - Pasek & Paul/Levenson, Dear Evan Hansen - Pasek & Paul/Levenson (Broadway Cast) Actor RPF

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Characters: Evan Hansen, Connor Murphy, Alana Beck, Zoe Murphy, Heidi Hansen, Lucy Hansen (OC), Katy Hansen (OC), Larry Murphy, Cynthia Murphy, Jared Kleinman

Relationships: Evan Hansen/Connor Murphy, Alana Beck/Zoe Murphy

Additional Tags: Homophobia, Nice Larry Murphy trying to connect w/ his son, Asexual Jared Kleinman, Gay Connor Murphy, Bisexual Evan Hansen, pansexual zoe murphy, Lesbian Alana Beck, Family Reunion, Homophobic Aunt, Evan wants to cry and Connor is a caring Boyf

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2mV7vh7

[ollyarchive]

Years and Years’ Olly Alexander, Lucy Spraggan and Sir Ian McKellen among Top 100 in 2019’s Pride Power List

The list celebrates all that is good and great in the LGBT+ community

This year’s Pride Power List has been released and it includes musicians Years and Years‘ Olly Alexander and Lucy Spraggan, and also actor Sir Ian McKellen.

Today, celebrations are taking place in the nation’s capital to commemorate Pride in London – honouring the lives, achievements, history and future of the LGBT+ community.

To coincide with the occasion, the Pride Power List 2019 has been released, revealing the members of the LGBT+ community in the UK who have made a significant impact in the fight for the equality and inclusion of LGBT+ individuals.

“The list celebrates all that is good and great in the LGBT+ community and has a unique mix of celebrity, community, celebrity and business leaders,” said Linda Riley, founder of the Pride Power List.

Individuals included in this year’s list include musicians  Years and Years‘ Olly Alexander, Lucy Spraggan and Westlife’s Mark Feehily, and actor Sir Ian McKellen.

The Pride Power 2019 List Top 100 LGBT+ individuals:

Ruth Hunt – chief executive of Stonewall.

Sir Ian McKellen CH CBE – actor and LGBT+ rights advocate.

Phyll Opoku-Gyimah – co-founder of UK Black Pride.

Owen Jones – columnist, author, commentator and political activist.

Peter Tatchell – LGBT+ campaigner and activist.

Sandi Toksvig OBE – writer, actor, comedian, presenter and producer.

Michael Cashman CBE – Labour peer, actor, former MEP and LGBT+ campaigner.

Munroe Bergdorf – DJ, activist and feminist.

Edward Enninful OBE – editor-in-chief of British Vogue.

Liz Carr – actor, comedian and disability rights campaigner.

Clare Balding OBE – broadcaster, journalist and author.

Graham Norton  – television and radio presenter, comedian and actor.

Gok Wan – fashion consultant, author and television presenter.

Saara Aalto – singer and musician.

Mhairi Black MP – Scottish politician.

Heather Peace – actor, musician and LGBT+ rights activist.

Nicola Adams OBE – professional boxer.

Liv Little – founder of gal-dem magazine.

Stephen Fry – actor, presenter, writer, comedian and activist.

Anthony Watson – founder and CEO of TBOL.

Lord Waheed Alli – media entrepreneur and politician.

Dawn Airey – Getty Images board and NYT chair.

Alan Carr – comedian, television personality and author.

Cressida Dick – commissioner of the Metropolitan Police.

Paris Lees – journalist, presenter, feminist and transgender rights activist.

Hannah Bardell MP – SNP MP of Livingston Constituency.

Lucy Spraggan – singer and songwriter.

Adele Roberts – radio presenter and DJ.

Sara Geater – chief operating officer of All3Media.

Alison Camps – partner and deputy chairman of Quadrangle.

Claire Harvey – diversity and inclusion consultant.

Charlie Condou – actor and columnist.

Ruth Davidson – Scottish politician and leader of the Scottish Conservative Party.

Mark Feehily – musician and one of the lead singers of Westlife.

Dr Ranj Singh – TV presenter, author, columnist and doctor.

Jane Hill – BBC journalist and broadcaster.

Olly Alexander – songwriter, actor and lead singer of Years and Years.

Chardine Taylor-Stone – cultural producer, writer and activist.

Tim Jarman – assistant director for diversity and inclusiveness at EY.

Amy Lamé – writer, performer, presenter and London’s night Czar.

Evan Davis – presenter, economist and author.

Annie Wallace – actor.

Kiki Archer – author.

Bobby Cole Norris – TV personality and presenter.

Horse McDonald – singer and songwriter.

Susan Calman – comedian, television presenter and writer.

Dr Elly Barnes MBE – CEO and founder of Educate and Celebrate.

Ollie Locke – television personality, presenter and writer.

Angela Eagle MP – Labour MP for Wallasey.

Brian Ashmead-Siers – partner at PwC.

Reeta Loi – writer, musician and activist.

Sophie Anna Ward – actor and author.

Vincent Francois – regional chief auditor executive at Societe Generale.

Jack Monroe – best-selling author and activist.

Baroness Liz Barker – House of Lords, Liberal Democrats.

Benjamin Butterworth – journalist for i newspaper.

Dr Liam Hackett – founder and CEO of Ditch The Label.

Pema Radha – chief of staff to Global Head of Managed Services at EY.

Mark McLane – head of diversity and inclusion, M&G Prudential.

Bisi Alimi – gay rights activist, public speaker and blogger.

Julie Wilson – CEO of Optimus Cards.

Mary Portas – broadcaster and TV personality.

Val McDermid, FRSE, FRSL – author.

Michael Salter-Church MBE ​– co-chair of Pride in London.

Ryan Atkin – professional referee.

Kelly Simmons MBE – FA director, Women’s Professional Game.

Wes Streeting MP – Labour politician.

Ryan John Butcher – journalist.

Andy Woodfield – partner at PwC.

Charlie Craggs  – trans activist and author.

Dan Hughes – PR specialist.

Dolly-Rose Campbell – actor.

Suki Sandhu OBE – founder and CEO of Involve and Audeliss.

Charlie King – celebrity personal trainer and columnist.

David Ames – actor.

Emma Woollcott – partner at Mishcon de Reya.

Polly Shute  – partnership director of Parallel Lifestyle. ‏

Kezia Dugdale – director of John Smith Centre.

Cliff Joannou – editor-in-chief of Attitude magazine.

Jacqui Gavin – Diversity and Inclusion Centre of Excellence manager at Employers Network for Equality and Inclusion.

Jodie Taylor – professional footballer.

Mark Anderson – executive vice president of Customer Experience at Virgin Atlantic.

Professor Sue Sanders – professor and chair of Schools Out. UK.

Daniel Lismore – artist, designer and writer.

Simon Jones – PR specialist.

Ian Massa-Harris-McFeely – events producer, voice coach and makeup artist.

Justine Greening – Conservative Party politician.

Darren Styles OBE – publisher of Attitude magazine.

Rikki Beadle-Blair – actor, director, screenwriter, singer, choreographer and songwriter.

Lord Collins – Labour peer and LGBT+ rights advocate.

Jen Brister – comedian, writer and actor.

Russell T Davies – screenwriter.

Amrou Al-Kadhi – writer, performer and filmmaker.

Pav Akhtar – co-founder and director of strategy of UK Black Pride.

Tag Warner – CEO of Gay Times.

Dr Catherine Lee – deputy dean of Anglia Ruskin University.

Suzi Ruffell – comedian.

Scott McGlynn – presenter, blogger and author.

Mridul Wadhwa – transgender rights campaigner.

Dotty – rapper and radio presenter.

Read more at https://www.nme.com/news/lucy-spraggan-years-and-years-olly-alexander-and-sir-ian-mckellen-among-top-100-in-2019s-pride-power-list-2525081#w1Fgr9ZqxIuiStF7.99

[daughter-of-melpomene]

𝐑𝐄-𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆… 𝐌𝐘 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈 𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐒

❝ Luci was not the type of woman who was generally seen in antique bookshops. Oh, one shouldn't get her wrong, she liked reading quite a bit - seeing as her dear gran, who had raised her, was a librarian, it was rather improbable that she wouldn't - but like most people, she preferred to buy her volumes spanking new from the shelves of Waterstones, rather than ancient and well past yellow from a tiny, cluttered little shop on a Soho street corner.

Still, that was exactly where she had found herself one perfectly ordinary autumn day. While on the run from a rather disgruntled ex-girlfriend who couldn't seem to grasp the notion that goodbye meant goodbye, Luci had rushed into the nearest shop with an unlocked door, completely missing the fact that the bookshop's owner, who she promptly crashed into, had just been in the process of flipping the sign in the window from Open to Closed. While the owner, a funny little white-haired man who introduced himself as Aziraphale, was not exactly pleased with the strange woman who'd suddenly stormed into his beloved shop, he was sympathetic to Luci's plight, and allowed her to remain inside until her ex had safely passed. While waiting, Luci spotted a first-edition copy of Dracula, the two struck up a conversation about Gothic novels, and from there blossomed a sweet, loyal friendship, the only real one Luci had had in her adult life.

Fast-forward four years, and many conversations, late-night reading sessions, and the devastating passing of Luci's gran later, Aziraphale - who, Luci had discovered within a year of their friendship, was actually a bloody angel - was visited by his demon friend during yet another relaxing late night with Luci. Unfortunately, the peace of the night didn't last long, as the demon, Crowley, came proclaiming that the Antichrist was now on Earth and that they likely had less than two decades until Armageddon. That night, Luci sat quietly sipping her wine as the angel and the demon made plans to attempt to avert the end of the world - which was just fine with her, really; she'd been living in this world for a number of years, and while her life, with the exception of her friendship with Aziraphale, had always been rather plain, she quite liked living in it.

But fast-forward eleven more years, and suddenly Crowley and Aziraphale have discovered that they've misplaced the Antichrist (which, Luci thought, should have been rather impossible) and with less than a week to go until the End of Days, they really have to kick themselves into gear. And now Luci, who has oftentimes thought of herself as the most ordinary human on the planet, is pulled into a most extraordinary adventure, involving a book of scarily accurate prophecies, a vintage car that only plays her favorite band, and a hellhound that, in her opinion, is entirely too small to properly do its job.

And if Luci, the angel she's been pining after for more than a decade, and the demon who's quickly growing on her are Earth's last line of defense - oh, this planet is definitely doomed. ❞

General Taglist: @hiddenqveendom, @foxesandmagic, @artemisocs, @reyofluke-ocs, @endless-oc-creations, @stanshollaand, @ginnystilinski-reblogs, @luucypevensie, @ginger-grimm, @arrthurpendragon, @fakedatings, @impales, @claryxjackson, @dancingsunflowers-ocs, @eddysocs, @lucys-chen, @ocappreciationtag.

[the-raven-sisters]

Chapter Seven

Title: Too Glam To Give A Damn

Theme Song: Run This Town by Lucy Hale

Word Count: 3,220

Warnings: language, drinking, everyone being really extra, some violence

Characters: (OC) Harper Raven, (OC) Maisie Raven, (OC) Piper Evans, (OC) Nina VonVamp, Castiel, Sam Winchester (mentioned), Dean Winchester (mentioned)

A/N: lol sorry if the extraness is too much, let us know if you need us to tone it down. -Hope

Also sorry if this chapter isn’t as beefy as the others (lol it says a lot that 3,000 is less than our usual amount)... inspiration was lacking a bit, but we powered through for you guys :) -mara

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Harper stares at herself in the dressing room mirror, picking at the black dress and groaning a bit. “Why does it have to be so tight?” she complains, calling out to Maisie and Piper who are waiting for her grand reveal. Harper opens the door, walking out with her arms crossed.

“It’s not tight, it’s form fitting,” Piper explains as she forces Harper to uncross her arms and give them a clear look. She nods her head resolutely at the way it fits Harper to a ‘T’.

“And it’s perfect for your form, babe.” Maisie grins, giving Harper a wink.

“Ugh, regret. Can we just forget I said anything about going out?” Harper practically begs, trying to pull off puppy dog eyes. Now it’s Maisie and Piper’s turn to cross their arms.

“No way, José! Girls’ night is a must-need ritual that we have forsaken for far too long,” Maisie says passionately.

“God, you’re so dramatic,” Harper says as she dramatically rolls her eyes.

“As theatrical as she is, Mais is right, we need this.” Piper looks at Harper with her own version of puppy dog eyes until Harper finally sighs.

“Fine.” Harper trudges back into the fitting room and throws the dress out at Maisie and Piper a few seconds later. “But only if I can wear my leather jacket.”

“Deal,” Maisie and Piper agree simultaneously, before turning and giving each other a high-five.

With hair, makeup, and the perfect outfits completed, the girls are ready to hit the town. They confidently strut into Maisie and Piper’s favorite club, although Harper appears to be slightly uncomfortable by the environment. The club is dimly lit except for the dance floor, the neon spotlights illuminating the people swaying to the music provided by the DJ. Maisie and Piper drag Harper onto the dance floor, immediately falling into the rhythm of the music, but Harper takes a bit longer to relax and enjoy the movement and music.

A group of men start dancing with the girls after a few songs; when one of the men starts to get too close for an already uncomfortable Harper, she decides to take her leave and grab a drink from the bar. While awaiting her gin and tonic, another eager man approaches and takes his time looking Harper up and down before saying anything.

“Excuse me, I think I dropped something… My jaw.” The man attempts a sly grin. Harper simply gives him the side-eye, unsure of what to say, when the bartender returns with her drink and saves her from having to react.

“Here, babe. Don’t have too much fun until I get off in a few,” the bartender says a little louder than necessary, even in the din of the club. Harper gives him a quizzical look, and he flicks his eyes discreetly to the imposing man beside her. Understanding dawns on her, and she quickly nods her head.

“Oh, right, thanks… Babe,” Harper plays along, forcing a smile onto her face.

“Anything for you.” The bartender winks at her, really selling it; the man with the awful one-liners, groans in defeat and finally walks away. After she’s sure the man is gone, she slides the bartender the money for her drink, but he stops it and slides it back.

“On the house, you look like you could use it.” He smiles sympathetically. Harper returns his smile, though slightly guarded.

“Thanks, uh…” She trails off, not wanting to revert to calling him babe now that the charade was over.

“Camden,” he supplies.

“Well, thanks, Camden,” Harper says before leaving the money and making a hasty retreat to the bathroom. All this awkward interaction is getting to be much for one night, and there is one person she knew that could talk her down. Sam.

Maisie, on the other hand, is taking the attention in stride, happy for the distraction. She latches on to the first guy, leaning into him and moving her hips in all the right ways. After a few songs with personal boundaries blurred, the man leads her away from the dance floor and moves in for more action. But as his lips touch hers, all she can think of is Dean. How perfect they were together, until he walked away. She suddenly pushes away, leaving the random stranger behind and confused.

Maisie makes her way to the bar, immediately ordering a succession of tequila shots. As she starts on her second round, Harper spots her on her way back from the bathroom, feeling downcast and perturbed after only receiving Sam’s voicemail.

“Whoa there, Mais.” She tries to caution, but Maisie just gives her a determined look that says “I’m out of fucks to give.”

“Carry on,” Harper concedes with a dark chuckle, as she glances around the room looking for Piper.

Under the bright spotlights, a dark-skinned beauty makes her way through the crowd, intent on Piper. She sidles up to Piper, dancing closely and capturing Piper’s curiosity throughout the next few songs. The woman grabs Piper’s hand and pulls her off the dance floor to a nearby table, smiles plastered on both of their faces.

“You looked like you could use a break, so I thought we could sit and talk for a bit,” the woman says, out of breath from dancing.

“Talking is all you had in mind?” Piper asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Depends on where the conversation takes us.” The woman smiles back flirtatiously. “So, are you a local or tourist?”

“Local, this is my favorite club actually,” Piper responds.

“I can see why.” The woman glances around the room before her beautiful brown eyes land back on Piper. “So, you’ve got a place around here?” Piper nods with a smile. “Want to get out of here?” The woman suggests as she pushes her long black hair out of her face.

“I don’t even know your name, yet,” Piper responds sheepishly.

“Nina. Nina VonVamp,” she whispers into Piper’s ear. The grin quickly slips from Piper’s face. Before she can react any further, Nina’s grip on her is like steel, and Piper’s struggle is pointless as Nina subtly drags her from the club.

“Where are you taking me?” Piper continues to try to pull away as they walk outside into the cool, night air.

“Actually, you’re taking me somewhere,” Nina says, throwing a smile over her shoulder. “The Raven sister’s house.”

“Why the hell do you want to go there?” Piper gives her an incredulous look as they reach a grey sedan behind the club away from any onlookers. Ignoring Piper’s question, Nina unlocks the car and pushes Piper into the backseat before pulling out a pair of handcuffs. Piper quickly slides away, attempting to push open the other door, but the door doesn’t budge.

“Fuck you, childlock,” Piper groans as she pushes angrily against the locked door.

Nina smirks and grabs onto Piper’s arm, handcuffing her to the handle on the ceiling of the car. As she slams the passenger door, the back entrance to the club swings open with a loud creak, causing Nina to quickly turn toward the sound.

Camden, the bartender, struts out toward Nina. “I’ll keep an eye on the girls and give you a warning when they leave.”

Nina starts making her way around the car to the driver’s side. “Keep them here as long as you can without using physical force; we can’t risk losing any more of us in this city right now.” Camden nods before heading back inside.

Nina hops in the car, but before driving off, she turns around, holding her hand out to Piper. “Give me your phone.” Piper reluctantly gives it to her, a deep frown on her face. “All right, now where are we going?” Turning back around, Nina plops the phone into the cup holder next to her, out of reach for Piper, whose thoughts are frantically trying to route an escape.

As much as Piper doesn’t want to give up the location to the Safehouse, she knows the right tools to get out of this situation could be easily accessed there. Her only option is to give up the Safehouse, find a weapon, and hope Harper and Maisie will find her soon. With a heavy sigh, Piper points Nina in the right direction, and Nina follows her instructions with a triumphant smirk.

“I’m giving you what you want, you could at least tell me what you want from us. You already killed my fiancé,” Piper tries to reason, adding the last part in an undertone.

Nina glances at her in the rearview mirror, noting the emotions stirring behind Piper’s stern expression, before looking back to the road. It’s quiet for a moment, until Piper gives out her next instruction.

“Just here to get some information,” Nina finally answers. At her vague response, Piper glares at the back of Nina’s head.

“Why the hell would you need information about us? Aren’t you just a mindless monster bent on killing?” Piper seethes; her anger and curiosity make it easier to talk and push for the answer she wants. Hopefully, she can get them.

Nina doesn’t respond though, staying silent with a smirk and only acknowledging Piper when she gives directions. Eventually, they arrive at the Safehouse. Nina lets Piper out of the backseat, handcuffing her again as soon as Piper’s feet touch the rubble of the driveway. Nina keeps her hand wrapped around Piper’s upper arm as they walk to the front door; once through the door, Neptune stands tall, growling at the intruder in his home.

“Lock the dogs away, I’d rather not kill them,” Nina says, shoving Piper toward the white German Shepherd. As Piper ushers Neptune into the guest room, Gandalf trots down the stairs, taking his turn to briefly bark at Nina before Piper manages to push him into the guest room as well. Nina strides into the living room as soon as the door closes, leaving Piper and Nina alone once again; she glances around the room, taking in the layout.

Nina grabs Piper’s arm once again, pushing her toward the couch. “Sit, and don’t move,” Nina commands, and Piper unhappily complies. Nina struts around the living room and kitchen, glancing at pictures of the girls and snooping through drawers. All the while, Piper’s mind is reeling for a way to fight back, or at least contact the girls and get out of this mess.

Back at the club, the Raven sisters are feeling the failure of their attempt at a good time. The tequila shots only seem to have heightened Maisie’s forlorn mood, and yet another unanswered call to Sam, after over a month of not speaking to him, has Harper even more on edge.

“Why did we think this was a good idea? I think this is the worst idea we’ve come up with,” Harper finally divulges. Maisie exaggeratedly rolls her eyes, shaking her finger in Harper’s face. Harper crosses her arms, ready for Maisie’s protest.

“No! Your punk rock band was the worst idea we ever had. Horrible for my managing career...” Maisie slurs as she tries to yell over the din of the club.

“Hey! I still stand by Assholes with Feelings, we had potential, okay,” Harper heatedly defends. Maisie can’t help laughing, the alcohol in her veins only aiding her outburst. When Maisie’s laughter doesn’t die down, and she starts swaying, Harper decides it’s time to call it a night. Getting up, Harper links Maisie’s arm over her shoulder, her own arm going around Maisie’s waist. She sets a few more bills on the counter for the bartender, but before they can get away, he grabs onto Harper’s hand.

“Can’t I convince you to stick around a little longer? I didn’t even get your name.” Camden gives her an earnest smile. Harper shakes her head slightly, giving him a somewhat apologetic smile, or grimace, depending how you look at it.

“Sorry, I’ve got to get my sister home, she’s had one too many.”

Maisie’s laughter subsides long enough for her to give her input. “That secret code for, ‘sorry, I’m in hopeless love for Sam,’” Maisie immediately starts to giggle again. Harper’s face clearly turns to a grimace now.

“Okay, we’re going now, sorry, bye,” Harper quickly gushes before dragging Maisie to the door. Once they’ve stumbled into the fresh night air, Harper suddenly remembers Piper.

“Damn, where did Red go.” Harper looks from side to side, wondering if she made it out and was possibly waiting for them; she hadn’t remembered seeing Piper for a while.

“Little Red, with tall, dark, and gorgeous,” Maisie grins, giving a confused Harper a nudge in the side. The meaning of Maisie’s incomplete sentence dawns on Harper; however, just to be safe, Harper fishes her phone out of her pocket to send Piper a text.

Didn’t see you leave the club… You good?

Shoving her phone back in her pocket, Harper trudges under Maisie’s weight as they make their way back to the car. She opens the passenger door to Maisie’s mustang, practically shoving Maisie into the seat, before making her way to the driver’s side. Always on the cautionary side, Harper opens up the convertible roof for Maisie’s sake, before starting the car. As she prepares to pull out of the parking lot, her phone chimes with a text alert. 

Found a ride home with a friend ;))

Satisfied with this response, Harper allows a small laugh before pulling onto the road to head home.

Nina closes the door to the last room on the first floor after yet another dead end. The only thing useful she could find on this floor was potential weak spots in the form of photos of the sisters’ and their associates, including an obnoxiously large photo of a young Harper with a large, shaggy-haired male that she recognized as a young Sam Winchester. Before heading upstairs, Nina moves Piper to the stairs, handcuffing her to the banister.

“This would be a lot more fun if you’d play along,” Nina purrs, batting her eyelashes at Piper.

“I’m not going to play whatever sick game you’re at. As a human, I have a little something called integrity,” Piper objected stiffly.

“I wonder how well that defiance of yours would work for you with my teeth in your throat.” Nina smiles sharply. Her heartbeat quickening, Piper swallows thickly as her eyes drop to the floor in defeat.

“No matter, I’ll dig up any dirty little secrets your precious sisters have,” Nina jeers over her shoulder as she struts up the stairs. She starts opening and closing doors, trying to find one of the girls’ bedroom, and finally stumbles upon Maisie’s. Nina looks through the vast music collection and scattered books throughout the room, eventually discovering a journal on the bedside table.

Leafing through the small notebook, Nina decides to take it, hoping the information inside will be helpful. She continues her search, looking in the closet and under the mattress, where she finds another journal tucked away from prying eyes. As Nina is about to glance through this second, hidden notebook, she hears the front door opening up and heads to the stairs.

Carrying most of Maisie’s weight, Harper stumbles through the front door, her arm wrapped around her sister’s waist again. The first thing to greet her is the sight of Piper, handcuffed and slumped against the stairwell banister. In a less than graceful movement, Harper drops Maisie onto the living room floor and grabs for the gun concealed in the hidden holster inside of her leather jacket. Ignoring Maisie’s faint groans, Harper slowly makes her way to Piper, gun held high. As she nears the bottom steps, Nina dramatically appears at the top of the staircase, journals in one hand, and the other resting on her hip.

“Welcome home,” Nina says with a deviant smirk.

“Thanks, can’t say you’re as welcome, though,” Harper retorts without missing a beat.

“You’re right, I think I’ve overstayed my welcome, I’ll see myself out.” Nina starts down the stairs, and Harper cocks her gun. Nina, however, is unperturbed and doesn’t stall until she is standing behind Piper.

“On second thought, I think Piper will do the honors of showing me out.”

“You so much as touch a strand of her hair, and I will blow your goddamn brains out,” Harper threatens through clenched teeth.

“Oh, honey, I could rip her throat out before even one of your harmless little bullets could tickle me,” Nina scoffs lightly.

“Deadman’s blood bullets. You want to take that bet?” Harper puts on her best poker face, willing Nina not to see through her bluff, but Nina doesn't retreat.

She gives Harper an almost pitying look, before grabbing Piper by the hair and pulling her to her feet. Nina leans in close, her nose caressing Piper’s neck as she inhales deeply; she, then, turns to smile at Harper, displaying her fangs. Harper tries to hold her ground, but seeing the terrified look on Piper’s face, she finally backs down and drops her gun.

“Now there’s a good girl.” Nina releases her hold on Piper’s hair, letting her drop back down onto the stairs, shaking.

“Just get the hell out,” Harper growls, her hands curled into tight fists at her side.

“Anything you say, Raven. I’ll give your regards to Ben…”

“Who the fuck is Ben!?” Harper confusedly shouts.

“You’ll find out soon enough.” Nina laughs darkly. Continuing to take her time exiting the house, she stops briefly in front of the aforementioned, obnoxiously large photo of Harper and Sam. “Nice picture. What’s it like being a Winchester’s bitch?” Nina takes one last look at Harper’s sputtering face, before slamming the door behind her, the sound ringing in the girls’ ears.

After sleeping off the night’s strange turn of events, the girls begrudgingly wake up to the afternoon sun, eventually convening in the kitchen for a late brunch. Over coffee and an assortment of brunch foods, Harper and Piper take turns filling Maisie in on what she missed in her drunken state.

“So, some vamp-associated creep, named Ben, is trying to dig up information on us?” Maisie queries once Harper and Piper finish their account. Exchanging glances, Piper simply shrugs, staying as quiet as possible, while Harper responds.

“Yeah, that pretty much sums it up.”

Resting her head on her hands, Maisie groans out exasperatedly, “I’m too hungover for this, why can’t we just have one good night out!?” At Maisie’s distressed tone, Gandalf trots over to her and rests a paw on her leg; Maisie manages a tired smile as she runs her fingers over his fur. Not wanting to feel left out, Neptune follows suit and earns a head scratch from Maisie as well.

“I don’t know, Mais, but this isn’t over. We need to figure out what she found, and most importantly, who the fuck Ben is.” Harper says, just as her phone rings, a picture of Cas in his Christmas onesie popping up. “Hey, what’s the word, Cas?” Maisie and Piper perk up at hearing his name.

“It’s a shorten- nevermind, there’s something very urgent I need to speak with you about.” Cas replies tersely.

“Is everything okay, Cas?” Harper asks, taking a deep breath as she can feel her anxiety rearing its ugly head.

“The Winchesters have been imprisoned.”

[incorrectmarauderquotes]

Lily: Just go in there and be mean and nasty and unattractive.

James: I'm not that good an actor.

[fcirytail]

tag dump.

[daughter-of-melpomene]

OC HALLOWEEN CHALLENGE — Day Three: Born in the Wrong Century

When the demon Crowley and the angel Aziraphale meet once again in Regency era London - Aziraphale on a mission to bestow some blessings and do some good deeds and Crowley, as usual, hanging about to have some fun and do the opposite - they both fully expect to encounter some adventures in this high society full of elegant balls, dapper suit jackets and corsets always cinched just a hair too tight, and scheming mothers searching furiously for matches for their daughters. What they aren’t expecting is to meet Lucille Evans, the bastard daughter of a deceased duke and one of his former servants, a woman with a sharp tongue who shares Aziraphale’s love of books, whose stepmother is trying furiously to get rid of her by foisting her onto the nearest man who will take her… and who very quickly turns the lives of the angel and demon on their horned and haloed heads.

Movies depend on a lot of things, but time and place helps create the ominous feel for it. Like Crimson Peak that belongs to the revival gothic period of 1880s or Jason Voorhees waking up on a spaceship in the year of 2455, give your character(s) a new decade to explore and even monsters to face.

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[daughter-of-melpomene]

OT+: #2 + Lucia x Crowley x Aziraphil?

Pairing: The Ineffable Three (Luci Evans + Crowley + Aziraphale).

Prompt: A coming home to the sight of B & C asleep in each other's arms on the couch, and it warms their heart from OT+ Prompts.

Warnings: Kissing, mentions of food and eating, mention of past misogyny.

(A/N: Thank you so much for this, Hannah, and I hope you enjoy this!!)

LUCI COULDN'T REMEMBER THE LAST time her workday had felt as long as this one had. Typically, she loved her job; it paid well, she wasn't expected to talk to her coworkers (not that they made much of an effort to speak to her, either, as people tended not to notice secretaries), and she usually finished all her tasks early, which left plenty of time for reading or absently scrolling online, doing research on various historical events her boyfriends claimed to have been a part of.

But today had been a day. To start off, her bloody alarm hadn’t gone off and she’d wound up being late as a result of it; only by about ten minutes, but it was rather hard for the company she worked at to function properly when the woman who was expected to run their front desk didn’t show up. Besides that, the cab she’d taken had splashed her with dirty water from the rainstorm yesterday when it had stopped to pick her up, and she knew for a fact that the cabbie had overcharged her but she’d been running too late to call him out on it and had been forced to simply pay what he’d asked for.

And the people - oh, the people she’d had to deal with that day. Were she not afraid to do so after the things she’d experienced, Luci would have sworn to God that the company’s executives had gone out of their collective way to be extra stuck-up and rude to her today. They had done nothing but belittle her and make her feel guilty for not finishing work she hadn’t had time to get done with her significant workload, and one of them, a financial director with a weak chin whom she’d always disliked, had even had the nerve to ask her if this was her “time of the month,” what with how frazzled and frustrated she seemed to be.

Given all of that, Luci didn’t even consider going back to her own flat after she was finally allowed to leave. She was more than happy to trudge into Aziraphale’s bookshop as the autumn sun dipped close to the horizon, newly-bought skirt stained with dirty water around the hem and looking like she was completely done with the world.

Thankfully, the warm atmosphere and smell of old books that hit Luci as soon as she entered the bookshop was enough to put her more at ease. Closing her eyes and allowing a small smile to grace her lips for the first time that day, Luci felt her tense shoulders relax as she listened to her angel’s familiar footsteps bustling toward her from the back of the shop.

“Hello! Welcome to A.Z. Fell and-” Aziraphale began, but cut himself off as he recognized one of his lovers. “Oh, hello, darling. How was work today?”

Peeling her eyes open, Luci fixed the angel with an arch look, gesturing wordlessly to the stains on her skirt and her clearly tired expression as an answer.

“Oh,” the angel said in a soft, sympathetic voice, tilting his head at her. “Not so good, then?”

“That’s one way to put it,” Luci grumbled, shuffling toward her boyfriend and unceremoniously leaning her body into his. Without hesitation, the angel wrapped his soft arms around Luci, moving to rub small circles onto her back.

“I’m terribly sorry, my darling,” he murmured into her ear, and Luci relaxed even further at the sound of his deep, sweet voice. “Would you like me to fix that stain on your skirt?”

Luci was ready to open her mouth and remind Aziraphale how she felt about him or Crowley using their miracles on her belongings if it wasn’t to transport them, but she was interrupted by her other, demonic lover sashaying up to them from the back of the shop.

“Oh, hi, dove, what’s going-” he began, but stopped when she saw her expression and adopted a sympathetic wince. “Bad day?”

“The worst,” Luci replied into Aziraphale’s shoulder, thankfully knowing that Crowley could hear her anyway. “Nothing went right. Kinda over everything right now.”

“Well, I dare say we can fix that,” Aziraphale declared emphatically. Gently nudging Luci off of him, the angel moved his girlfriend into the arms of his other lover, who wrapped his own longer arms around her shoulders without even blinking and pulled her into his chest.

“You want me to tempt anyone for you, dove?” Crowley asked quietly as Luci listened to the sounds of Aziraphale closing up shop behind her. “Make some wankers do something embarrassing?”

“No, that’s fine,” Luci spoke into the fabric of his black t-shirt, taking another second to enjoy the comfort of the demon’s arms before reluctantly pulling away. Frowning, she rubbed firmly at her eyes, something that inexplicably usually made her feel better. “I just kind of want to relax and forget about how awful everything was today.”

“Which is exactly what I plan to assist you in doing!” Aziraphale chirped happily, bustling back from the front of the shop. “Alright, if the two of you could just go and sit on the sofa in the back, that would be lovely.”

Luci, not entirely sure what her angel was doing but not about to pass up the opportunity to sit down after the day she’d had, grabbed Crowley’s hand and led her demon to the soft brown sofa in the back of the bookshop. Crowley followed willingly, flopping his long-limbed self down onto the sofa cushions and holding out his arms so that Luci could cuddle up to him.

“Right then,” Aziraphale said determinedly as Luci snuggled into her demon lover’s long, comforting arms. “Now, I am going to go and collect some takeaway from that Thai place you’re so fond of, darling, but before I do… would you allow one of us to miracle you into some sleepwear?”

Half sitting up from Crowley’s embrace, Luci furrowed her brows and began to protest Aziraphale’s offer, but the angel cut her off with a gently raised hand.

“I know your objections to miracles being used on your possessions if it isn’t for transportation,” he said gently. “And I respect your boundaries, I swear that I do. But given that this would technically be transportation of your clothing, and that it might help you feel more comfortable than you would in those work clothes… would you be opposed to making an exception this one time?”

After a moment of debating silence, Luci let out an exaggerated huff and fell back onto Crowley’s chest. “Alright. This one time, and only because I don’t have the energy to go back to my flat and it’s going to be very hard for me to relax in a blouse and pencil skirt.”

“That’s the spirit, dove,” Crowley said cheerfully, then waved a long-fingered hand in the air over Luci’s body. There was that familiar moment of feeling a small change in the fabric of the universe, and the next second Luci felt much softer fabric on her skin than had been there a moment ago. She looked down to find herself clothed in her favorite lavender pyjamas, the tank top and capris-length pants pleasant against her skin.

“Splendid,” Aziraphale chirped happily. “Now, I’ll head out and see if I can’t scrounge up some Thai delicacies, and Crowley, you keep our dear Luci company, won’t you?”

“‘Course I will,” Crowley replied as Aziraphale swept his coat off the back of an armchair. The angel slid the old coat over his shoulders with the usual flourish, shuffling over to the couch to exchange a peck on the lips with Crowley and place a kiss on the top of Luci’s head before heading out of the shop.

After Aziraphale had left and the ringing of the bell over the shop’s door had faded into the air, Luci allowed herself to revel in the peaceful silence of the moment, cuddling closer into Crowley. She hadn’t thought she was tired when she’d left work, just frustrated and worn out, but now, surrounded by the cozy atmosphere of the shop and her demon’s comforting arms, she could feel her eyelids begging to be shut, the blissful darkness of dreamland beckoning her with every centimetre the lids drifted together.

Crowley’s gentle fingers began to card through her hair, and she let out a contented hum, sleep drawing her even further down as she enjoyed the relaxing action.

“You take a little nap if you want, dove,” the demon murmured, ceasing the movement of his fingers only long enough to press his lips against her hair. “Seems like you need it. I’ll wake you up when Aziraphale gets back, alright?”

“‘M fine,” Luci mumbled, even as her eyes finally gave in and closed all the way. “‘M not that tired.”

But the next moment, she had fully entered into the comforting darkness of sleep’s realm, so she supposed that was a big fat lie.

♡♡♡

Almost exactly a half an hour since Aziraphale had left the bookshop, he returned to it, several takeaway bags in hand and ready to enjoy a nice, leisurely supper with his two loves. He found them both asleep instead.

The demon and the human were both still curled up together on the sofa, their peaceful features illuminated by the soft golden light coming from the shop’s various lamps, but now they were both very clearly resting, faces slack with the utter peace of rest and chests rising with deep, rhythmic breaths. Crowley’s arms were still wrapped securely around Luci’s waist, but somehow she had maneuvered so that her chest was half pressed against the demon’s, one of her own arms draped across his thin torso. Her face was squished sideways against his shoulder, in a way that Aziraphale was positive would leave indents on her cheek when she awoke.

Smiling softly at the sight of his two lovers curled up and peaceful together, Aziraphale shuffled upstairs to the small flat above the bookshop, taking care to be as quiet as possible and not wake his loves. Moving into the flat’s tiny kitchen, the angel opened the old oven and slid the bags of Thai takeaway into it; they could be saved until Luci and Crowley were finished with their little nap.

After that task was completed, Aziraphale moved quietly back down to the reading area at the back of the shop. Luci and Crowley were still peacefully asleep on the sofa, so the angel merely picked up a random book from a nearby pile and settled down into the armchair to read.

He may have had no desire to sleep himself, but that did not mean he couldn’t relax, let his two lovers have their rest, and revel quietly in the fact that the three of them were content to be cozy together, in the soft golden glow of bookshop lamps.

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