#ch: luci evans

[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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[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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[news-eleonoracalvelli]

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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[blackcanarywrites]

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[ao3feedtreebros]

Why do you hate me so

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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

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[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. ❞

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tag dump.

[incorrectmarauderquotes]

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

James: I'm not that good an actor.

[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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[daughter-of-melpomene]

7 of the OT+ prompts for Luci + Crowley + Aziraphale?

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

Prompt: #7 - having a huge shared bed and always ending up sleeping totally tangled up in each other from OT+ Prompts.

Warnings: FLOOF. SO MUCH FLOOF.

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

THE FIRST TIME LUCI, HER angel, and her demon had all slept in the same bed, there had been a rather passionate debate on whose bed the sleeping should actually be done in. Crowley, of course, had insisted that the three of them share his bed, since Aziraphale didn't even have one and his was bigger than the one back at Luci's flat. Aziraphale had promptly countered by revealing that, in fact, he did have a bed in his flat above the bookshop, albeit one that he rarely used beyond sitting on it to read occasionally.

"Well, I had to have one," the angel had blustered in response to his lovers' incredulous stares. "I am perfectly aware that I don't indulge in sleeping, but it was necessary to keep up appearances, you understand."

"Well, that should settle it, then," Luci stated, shrugging. “My bed’s not big enough and I really don’t feel like heading all the way to Crowley’s flat, so let’s just sleep here.”

Aziraphale’s face flushed even further, which Luci honestly hadn’t thought was possible. “Well,” he mumbled. “Normally I would agree with you, darling, of course, but, well… my bed isn’t exactly big enough for the three of us either.”

There was a brief beat of half-stunned silence, in which Crowley and Luci each looked at the angel with equally bemused expressions. Finally, Crowley let out a single huff of laughter and said, “Oh, for Hell’s sake.”

“Oh, you can’t exactly blame me, can you?” Aziraphale practically snapped at his demon partner, sharply adjusting the lapels on his coat. “It isn’t as if I ever expected to have anyone to share that bed with, let alone two partners, especially considering the fact that I don’t even sleep.”

“Not what I meant!” Crowley protested. “What I meant, was that you’re a bloody angel. Can’t you just…” He gestured vaguely, long fingers fluttering in the air. “Miracle up a bigger bed?”

“Oh,” Aziraphale murmured, now looking almost comically sheepish. “Oh, yes, I suppose you’re right, dear boy. How silly of me.”

The angel lifted one hand and snapped his fingers, and Luci felt that warm little tingle, that little shift in the natural way of the universe, that she always felt when she was around one of her lovers while they performed a miracle. Once the tingle had faded, a sign that the miracle had been carried out, she stepped forward to give her angel a cheerful kiss on the cheek.

“Don’t worry about it, Zira, can’t blame you for not thinking about it if you don’t use that bed at all.” Smiling softly at her divine boyfriends, the bookish woman held out her hands to take theirs. “Shall we?”

Taking her hands, the angel and the demon allowed Luci to lead them up the back stairs leading to Aziraphale’s flat (despite the fact that this was Aziraphale’s residence; but then, they both would quite readily follow Luci wherever she might think to lead them). With another snap of divine fingers, this time Crowley’s, a pair of Luci’s pyjamas had appeared on Aziraphale’s newly-expanded bed for her to change into, the other two had miracled themselves into their own sleepwear, and the three lovers had crawled under the covers for the best sleep Luci had had in a long time, simply because it was with the two beings she cared for more than anything else.

It had been a while since that first night, and it certainly was not the last time the three of them had fallen asleep together in Aziraphale’s bed. There had been nights in Crowley’s bed, too, of course, because the demon would likely have gotten pouty if they hadn’t been able to sleep in his flat for too long, and they had tried Luci’s bed once or twice, but it simply wasn’t big enough and she refused to let either of her boyfriends miracle anything she owned if it wasn’t to transport it (“You know I appreciate that angel-demon magic of yours, but it does not get to touch my stuff”). So the angel’s bed tended to be the go-to for the three lovers, the one they spent the most nights in when they had the time to fall asleep together.

They’d rather settled into a routine of it, too. After a cozy night spent in the bookshop, they would all head upstairs together, usually warm inside from several glasses of wine and the sheer domesticity of all of this. Luci had started leaving clothes and sleepwear in the flat, to prevent further miracling, so she would head into the small ensuite bathroom to change, while her angel and demon snapped themselves into their own sleepwear. Then the three of them would crawl into Aziraphale’s big, soft bed and doze off in each other’s arms, all three of them sleeping deeper and more peacefully than they ever did without the other two.

(That was, on the nights when Aziraphale did sleep. Though the angel still didn't really see the point of the action, he recognized that being able to rest all together made his lovers happy, and this had begun getting himself to fall into the realm of sleep on the nights they all spent in that big bed.)

Tonight was one of those nights. Luci had no work the next day, what with the building where she worked being closed for renovations, and so the three of them had decided to spend the next few days together, simply spending time with one another during the day and falling asleep in each other's arms at night. On this, the first night of the week they would have to themselves, Luci finally set down her book a few minutes to midnight, declaring that she was ready to head to bed.

"Right then, darling," Aziraphale promptly agreed, setting aside his own volume and standing up. "Crowley? Are you coming, dear boy?"

"'Course," Crowley replied, straightening from his own seat on the floor and taking the angel's hand in his own. As the three of them made their way up the back stairs, Luci leading much as she had that first night, the demon reached forward to lace his fingers with the human woman's as well, wanting to be in contact with both the people he loved as they made their way upstairs to Aziraphale's flat.

Once in the small bedroom, the lovers quickly released each other and set to their own seperate routines. Luci snatched a pair of comfy white pyjamas from one of the dresser drawers and made her way to the ensuite, while the angel and demon promptly changed into their own sleepwear with two distinct snaps of fingers.

Several moments later, the door to the bathroom swung open and Luci exited, teeth brushed and face washed. Smiling softly, and without a word, the three of them slipped under the soft cotton sheets of the bed, taking a minute to maneuver themselves into the proper positions.

Every night they spent together, the order in which they lay changed, always trading off who got to be sandwiched in between the other two. It was Aziraphale tonight, so Luci rolled onto her side immediately after settling under the covers and snuggled up to the angel, reaching to grasp Crowley's long-fingered hand as they both draped their arms across the stomach of Aziraphale, who preferred to sleep on his back.

"Goodnight, my dears," Aziraphale murmured, his eyes already slipping shut.

"G'night, angel," Crowley replied sleepily, giving Luci's hand a faint squeeze and nuzzling closer to Aziraphale's side. "Dove."

"Goodnight, boys," Luci whispered, already feeling sleep tugging at her mind. She closed her heavy eyelids, enjoying the peaceful darkness as her angel's warmth enveloped all three of the bed's occupants, his divine aura spreading out while he slept.

Luci knew that they wouldn't be laying this neatly come morning. She knew that the next time her eyes opened, Aziraphale's head would be firmly on her chest, the angel lying at an angle that would push Crowley's long legs off the side of the bed in the process. She knew that she'd have a nose full of fluffy white hair, and possibly either black or white feathers, or both, depending on which one of her boyfriends had let their wings out in their sleep. She knew that, just like every other step of their relationship, the process of waking up together would be messy and have no chance in Heaven or Hell of being normal.

But for now, Luci's world was warm and cuddly and safe, and that was enough to lull her to sleep with a smile on her face.

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[daughter-of-melpomene]

RAVEN’S OCS’ CHARACTER PLAYLISTS

——— Luci Evans (Good Omens)

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[daughter-of-melpomene]

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. ❞

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