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thieves-in-the-palace · 1 year

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Did some research on the new Personas! Here they are alongside their respective characters.

Notable details:

Instead of codenames, these characters have shortened forms of their actual names.

All three Personas seem to deviate from the “trickster” theme of P5, instead returning to the general “Greek mythological figure” theme seen in previous Persona games.

SEIJI & LEUCOTHEA (rendered 琉科忒亚)

Of the stories regarding Leucothea’s identity, the most prominent relates that she was once Ino, the human queen of Athamas. Ino chose to take in and care for Dionysus, as he was the son of her sister (Semele) and Zeus. Naturally, this angered Hera.

Depending on which source you read, Hera either struck Ino herself or Ino’s husband (King Athamas) with madness. In the latter version, King Athamas is described as flying into a rage and killing the young Learchus, one of Ino’s two sons. Ino proceeded to pick up Melicertes, her other son, and ran for her life, being chased by her husband to a cliff. In both versions, Ino threw herself and Melicertes into the sea. The gods took pity on them, turning Ino into the sea goddess Leucothea and Melicertes into the sea god Palaemon.

Design notes:

Though it’s unclear why Leucothea has a heavily bird-themed design, it may have something to do with Byssa, a woman who was turned into a bird for refusing to worship Artemis, Athena, and Hermes; the Byssa bird is considered sacred to Leucothea. It may also have something to do with The Cantos by Ezra Pound, in which Leucothea is depicted as a seagull.

Despite being consistently referred to as a feminine entity in mythology, this Leucothea has been given a distinctly masculine appearance.

Leucothea’s in-game model is shown dual-wielding rapiers; it’s unclear why this is not included in the official art.

MONT & TERPSICHORE (rendered 忒耳普西科瑞)

Terpsichore is one of the nine Olympian Muses, specifically presiding over dance and (Greek) chorus. She is regarded as the mother of Sirens, and some accounts posit that she is the mother of the Thracian kings Biston and Rhesus.

Unfortunately, there doesn’t seem to be much mythology surrounding her…

Design notes:

Though not quite visible here, Terpsichore’s design includes ice skates. This, along with her overall “winter clothing” look, is likely due to Mont’s apparent proficiency in ice skating.

The large feather in Terpsichore’s hat may be in reference to her relation to Sirens.

YUKI & STYX (rendered 斯提克斯)

Styx is the goddess of the river Styx, which divides the lands of the living and the dead in Greek myth. In many accounts, the water of the Styx is capable of granting invulnerability to any who bathe in it – one popular example of this is Achilles, whose mother dunked him in the river by the ankle when he was a child.

As Styx sided with Zeus and the other gods during the Titanomachy, Zeus declared that all binding oaths must be sworn on her, and that these oaths absolutely cannot be broken. Of note, Zeus later swore on the river Styx to grant his lover Semele whatever she wanted, which would directly lead to her death…with their newborn child Dionysus then being taken in by Semele’s sister, Ino. Other surviving examples of oaths sworn carelessly on the Styx result in similarly grim outcomes.

Design notes:

Styx’s purple-and-black half-skirt seems to intentionally mimic Yuki’s purple-and-black cape.

Styx’s overall design bears a passing resemblance to that of Persephone, a recurring demon in the SMT universe. IIRC, the last time Persephone appeared in the Persona series was in Persona 2: Innocent Sin.

(This is just my personal opinion, but it kinda feels like she leans more into the pseudo-robotic vibes of the initial/ultimate P2 Personas?)

Styx’s in-game model is shown with a black chain connecting her wrists; it’s unclear why this is not included in the official art.

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realpokefarmconfessions · 7 months

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"Ask me, brother, and you shall receive!" so sings Persephone in Hadestown.

To keep on about past perfect tense, looking at it now, you see so many usages of it in that last bit and it's all so stiff.

"she'd have to ask him why he'd took such interest in her"

"he'd took" is so awkward, exposition content aside. And it doesn't even make sense grammatically. "She'd have to ask him why he'd taken such interest in her," flows better. Or, "she'd have to ask him why he took such interest in her" She could also nix the him because there's only one person she could be referring to.

"One of these days, she'd have to ask why he took such interest in her."

OR, since it's an action she's considering taking in the future, she could also say

"One of these days, she'll have to ask why he took such interest in her."

Literally anything other than what she actually said. She had to pick the worst and most awkward option available. She wants so badly to sound smart and sophisticated and graceful hurr hurrr strokes mustache very stuffy and prim and proper hmmm yes, quite intelligent, very much so with her fanciful words, look how clever the old girl is with her formal speeches, mm, yes, such a grand master of language! But she actually sounds extremely clumsily pretentious.

"Rumors say they're stronger than normal Pokémon, which allows them to wreak havoc on even highly skilled Gym Leaders." >>>>> "Rumors say they're stronger than normal Pokémon, which is allowing them to wreak havoc on even highly skilled Gym Leaders."

Sucks to suck I guess. Christ.

Part 2 to the ffffcf: firefuckfanficcringefest!

"Angel reached above her head, and exhaled in satisfaction when her back finally popped. Gaze upon the sky, she watched a group of Wingull play. She couldn’t help but laugh as the scene from “Finding Goldeen” came to mind. At the sound of the Captain’s voice, she removed her hands from the back of her head and directed her gaze to Maya." (p1, ch2) First of all, the first sentence is as stiff as her joints. That and does not need to be there, and switch that ed in "exhaled" for "exhaling". Because she reached up, her back popped. Because her back popped, she sighed. Simple cause and effect. While Gaze can work, it should be Gazing. She's literally allergic to -ing words, which is why her writing is the stiffest shit I've ever experienced. I get where she's going with Finding Goldeen—haaaaah reference humor—though I think Finding Finneon would be a much cuter title. Aside from alliteration, there's the matter of Nemo's "lucky fin." Imagine getting around with one of your tail fins deformed. Goldeen meanwhile has a horn. She can stab u Captain doesn't need to be Capitalized. Also, have some variation in your sentences!! Opening with a dependent clause is fine, but you just did it two sentences ago. You seem to be very averse to dialogue; why can't we hear the captain's voice?? Have a voice say something, and then reveal to us it's Captain Maya. Say it with me: show don't tell

"Maya waved her over. As soon as they were close enough, her hands wrapped around Angel's" (p2, ch2) ehhhhhh see my notes in the next paragraph... The rest of the dialogue is just character shilling. Which I already tackled in the first chapter and this is taking way longer than I thought it would. "She pulled her hands out of the grip, only to wrap them around Maya's." (p3, ch2) Okay, and we've hit a snag. If we're seeing things from Angie's perspective, it should be consistent. Passive voice can help sometimes, but switching like this is jarring and rightfully confuses the audience. "Maya waved her over" Maya is the SUBJECT, Angie is the OBJECT. "[...] her hands wrapped around Angel's" Maya is still the SUBJECT, Angie is still the OBJECT. THEN you have "She pulled her hands out of the grip, only to wrap them around Maya's" Now all of a sudden, Angie is now the subject, and Maya the object. Did the hand-holding really need to happen twice??

"The woman" (p3, ch2) Epithets are the devil. It's distracting. They should only be used if we don't know who the character is. We already know Maya's name, her occupation, and her relationship to the main character. If you don't want to use her name because it sounds stiff, use her pronoun. If you don't want to use her pronoun because it could get confusing, you've got some rewording to do.

"There were times, like now, that Angel desperately wished to tell her the truth. That all those stories were real. And that Maya would make a wondrous addition to the Organization." (p3, ch2) A lot of times, the word that can be cut from sentences entirely and it would still make sense. In this case: "There were times, like now, Angel desperately wished to tell her the truth. That all those stories were real. And Maya would make a wondrous addition to the organization." Also WHAT did we just say about capitalizing things??

"But try as she might, Angel could never find the courage to do so. Especially not now. After she looked over the details of her Mission, the unease made her question all her other Missions" (p4, ch2) Bruh.

"But that didn't necessarily mean that they were evil. Despite what so many people said" (p4, ch2). Hm. Right. Uh-huh. Yeah. All I'm gonna say right now is switch these two around and smash em together.

"There was no way she could promise to make it back in time. Things happen, after all. But, with a gentle squeeze of hands, she promised to be quick about her tasks in town. The vow seemed to content Maya, who pulled Angel into a tight hug. After what seemed like forever, the Captain released her and skipped away, happy as a Ribombee" (p5, ch2). Lots of telling, not much showing. BUT. It could work. If the interaction was quick, you could gloss over it with telling. Observe: "There was no way she could promise to make it back on time. Things happen, after all. "No promises, but..." here she gave Maya's small hands a gentle squeeze, "I'll try and be quick." That was enough to warrant a hug so close and deep, Angel almost thought she was sinking in a hot spring. And by the time Captain Maya released her, skipping away as happy as a Ribombee, even the smallest breeze sent a chill up Angel's spine." Also, "happy as a Ribombee". cute.

"Usually, she stayed at the Pokémon Center while in town" (p6, ch2) Get rid of "while in town". Tighten it up. Also works because semantics. Vermilion City is considered a City, not a Town.

"Nurse Joy was always delighted to see her. Whether it was genuine or due to the help she provided each visit was unknown." So Nurse Joy doesn't feel genuine joy at having help?? Nurse Joy is either (A) genuinely happy to see her OR (B) only happy to see her because she helps out You mean to tell me these things are mutually exclusive??

"This time, she made arrangements with her friend." change her to a. We don't know who this is yet. Unless she's staying with Maya

"Thankfully, Ally was always up to play host for the night. Even with the alley jokes due to how she pronounced her name." Strike "for the night". Again, tighten it up just a little bit. And that last sentence would've been fine if Ally had a different pronunciation (Al-eye) or even spelling (Alee, Aleigh), but as it stands, it's just obvious cringe. Haha, we get it - Ally sounds like alley! Bay reads like bae. This is so sad Alexa play Despacito. Wait... Was that meant to be a homeless joke? Haaaaaaah it's funny because she has a house! ok. anyway...

Brace yourself: DADDY SHILLING!

"Oh, dad would be so jealous! If only she could tell him, that is. Ever the Tinker, dad loved to work with technology. Whether it be to invent more efficient items, or to fix broken ones, he found such joy in his work. The most wondrous part of all was that he rarely got so absorbed in what he did that he failed to make time for himself and his family." (p7, ch2) You are way too into Daddy, my dude. Good fucking god. Also I see someone watched the Tinkerbell movies.

"Footsteps echoed against the pavement. The change in sound brought her out of her reverie just in time to hear the roar of a motorcycle grow louder" (p8, ch2) There's been 0 mention of sound til this paragraph. Nothing to indicate a city, dead or alive, but the name. There's footsteps abound, what change in sound? No horn from the ship, no dull buzzing of conversation as Angie makes her way about, was it just people walking?? Even if she tuned it out, "daydream" or not, it should've been there from the start. So she could tune it out. "A quick glance behind her showed Officer Jenny, who slowed and pulled over to the side of the road." Stiff. "A quick glance behind her revealed Officer Jenny, slowing to a stop almost directly beside her." Don't be afraid of the -ing words! Oh god here we go. If I drank, I'd have alcohol poisoning.

"Angel paused, took in the surroundings, and pointed herself in the right direction" (p9, ch2) I don't know what to do with this. I'm not sure even you knew what you were doing with this. "[...] pointed herself in the right direction." What does that MEAN? If you point someone in the right direction, you're helping them get something/somewhere they want. Just say she turned around, you pretentious fuck??

"A mere three steps later, a hand wrapped tightly around her left wrist, and she whirled around to see Officer Jenny." I've been trying to put into words why this makes me feel awkward and stiff, and I think it's due to not just the length, but also the similarities between the sentence fragments. "A quick glance behind her showed Officer Jenny, [...]" 8 words "[...], and she whirled around to see Officer Jenny" also 8 words Also, I understand specifying which wrist Jenny grabbed onto, but people typically have two hands. If one is occupied, it can be assumed the other is moving. And again, you don't have to spoon-feed your audience everything. This entire paragraph is just clunky! Here's my take on it: "Angel stopped as well, offering Jenny a respectful nod. Still, she could feel her stomach churn with unease. A dash of mistrust, a hint of paranoia, a chill down her spine. Questions raged in her head, why did she stop? Why so close? What is this? But this was Jenny. Surely, it was nothing. And to prove it, Angel continued on her way. She only got three steps before someone grabbed her by the wrist. To her surprise, and relief, it was just Officer Jenny. That didn't stop her hand from flying to her heart anyway. 'You scared me!'"

Here's her "revised" script:

The change in the sound of her footsteps was enough to bring her out of her reverie. In the distance, she could hear the sound of an approaching motorcycle. A quick glance around revealed that she was in a rundown part of town. She frowned, wondering how she got here when it was at least two streets out of the way. Looking behind her, she exhaled in relief when she established the oncoming motorcycle belonged to Officer Jenny, who pulled onto the side of the road near her. Not expecting herself to be the target, Angel got her bearings and took a step in the direction that would bring her to her destination. She didn't get very far before a hand tightly gripped her left wrist. Jumping, her free hand reached into her pouch for her Cheri spray, only to yet again breathe a sigh of relief. "Jenny! You gave me a fright!" Officer Jenny didn't immediately answer, which was a strangeness in and of itself. Night had fallen during her meandering, and the moon barely provided enough light to see Jenny's face. Tight lips. Anger filled eyes. What happened? Anxiety filled her, and she tried to pull her hand away, but Jenny only tightened the grip. Had her ties to Team Rocket finally been discovered?

"In the distance, she could hear the sound of an approaching motorcycle." Is it far or is it near? Is it in the distance, or is it closing the gap near to her? Does she know what words mean??

Anyway...

""What?!" Yet again, she tried to pull her hand loose. This time, Officer Jenny brought out a pokéball that was sure to hold a Mightyena. Fear began to creep through her veins. She couldn't be arrested. Not even if she was cleared of charges. To be in the system would mean expulsion from Team Rocket." (p13, ch2) Since a majority of the paragraph is focused on Angie, move OJ's line to either a new paragraph, or attach it to somewhere else that pertains to her. OR. End that paragraph on Jenny's actions and break. "Fear began to creep through her veins" Beware of words like "started to" or "began to". Either it has or it hasn't. "only served to cause" (p14, ch2) just say made, bruh. "in preparation for release" redundant, bye.

"We have an Eye Witness who said they saw someone with your description leaving the Port at a run after the incident'" (p15, ch2) STOP. CAPITALIZING. RANDOM SHIT.

(That was the comment which got her to take a look at her habit. She didn't fix this bit in her "revised" version btw.)

"Angel reached up and yanked some of her hair forward; its silvery sheen showed eerily in the moonlight" (p16, ch2) Wait, WHAT? I thought her hair was pink??? Is that not her in picture you drew?? Even with the name cropped off. Common sense says to space things out so letters aren't overlapping the pic, especially if you end up changing the name later Also. Rereading this part in attempt to find evidence for later......did Angie really just....incriminate herself???? Jenny: an eye witness says they saw someone matching your description running away from the scene of the crime Angie: first of all. I highly doubt someone else has this hair color. natural or not. .....so she's admitting it. No one else has this very specific special hair color, officer! It couldn't have been them, but don't look at me, it definitely wasn't me!! Girl. GIRL. WHAT IS THIS???

idk if you want the link to her pic on dA so lmk. It's not hard to find but that hair color was definitely pink. This is why you finalize shit before you start writing. So you don't look a fool when you decide to change shit on the fly when the original doesn't hold up anymore

"'Do you honestly think that poorly of me?'" I've been exposed to so much of your rampant rambles I hate that I read this in your voice.

"'I'm just doing my job. That means that I have to take you in for questioning.'" (p17, ch2) Ok sure.

"'Even you know it, else you wouldn't be so upset'" (p18, ch2) Oooooooof. Now, see, between this and 'Do you honestly think that poorly of me?' (p16) I find it very, very hard to tell where you end and Angie starts. That's... not a good sign. You should know your character well enough to separate Her from You. That's not to say you can't channel bits of yourself into your OCs; but it should be distinct enough that people can tell the difference between the author and the narrator. What's an Original Character with her own personality, and a Self-Insert mouthpiece who pretends she's of any substance. Every self-insert is an OC, but not every OC is a self-insert. Between the Gym that specializes in Everything where actual living breathing legends sometimes hide away in because you gotta shoehorn your faves; the Double-Life of being a Gym Leader and working for your Favorite Team just shy of sucking Gia's Dick; the UWU special child prodigy Powers; and the constant Character Shilling telling, telling, telling (no word on the Pokémon yet because they've barely been there) - this really reads like a child's self-indulgent wish fulfillment fic (again, look up the definition of Chuunibyou, aka 8th grade disorder). Which is ENTIRELY your prerogative as someone who's not a huge fan of the fanchise and yet...👀this exists. I'm a firm believer there are no bad premises, only bad executions. Yes, it's your fic, and it's allowed to be as bad as you want, but if you're using it as practice for the real thing, is not the most logical course of action to make sure it reads better than an 11 year old's book report? You're halfway there, reading all those reverse harem books. Ask yourself why you like them, study those techniques the author employs to make you like them, and then use them in your own writing. Fanfic or not. Look at the most-reviewed piece of writing in your fandoms of choice (preferably ones you actually like) and analyze WHY people might like them, and take what you can and can't do with that, and apply it to your own fic. Just... be better. This entire fic as it stands is just SACRILEGE.

""If you walk away from me, our friendship is over. I won't protect you any longer,"" (p19, ch2) Woulda been effective if there was a paragraph break after that since it's Jenny dialogue but Angie, another character not Jenny, is doing the action. And that it ended with a period, considering the finality of the statement.

"'I—I know your secret. Have ever since a few years ago when I caught you red-handed.'" They were both there, they both know this. Get rid of everything past "ago" "It [still] breaks my heart" Again. Read this from you so many times if you were one of those dolls with a pull-string or a "squeeze my hand to hear me talk!" dolls, this is the exact phrase you would say. "Angel barely heard the sigh of relief, and she herself took a deep breath in." (p20, ch2) You don't need to specify she herself since Angie is still the subject of the sentence. "'I believe in what I'm doing for Team Rocket. They have good intentions. They're just seen as evil because of a few Agents who make poor judgment calls.'" Holy shit author is actually tone-deaf. "Your problem is that you're too optimistic of the world, and always see and expect good from people." (p21, ch2) No. Just no. YOU WISH THO "Feathers. Now there was a name she hadn't heard since she was young. All because a Charizard carried her to the Poké Center covered in feathers and scratches from her failed attempt to look inside a Taillow nest. Somehow, the story quickly got around town. To this day, she had no clue who came up with the nickname." (p22, ch2) God no. You really didn't need to explain that. It's not necessary. Absolute clutter. Filler. Padding out your word count, I see.

Elaborating on entirely the wrong things.

"Tears threatened to fall from Angel's eyes. It took everything to maintain a calm composure" (p23, ch2) Like what? Did she ball up trembling fists, did she squeeze her eyes shut in attempt to stop the tears? Did her voice break like at all? You say everything but show NOTHING.

"'I just told you how many times I was there for you, whether you realized it or not.'" (p24, ch2) BITCH WHERE?? I reread her dialogue so many times (how dare u make me do that) and I can't find a single example to back up her statement. Forgive me for trying to use logic to decipher this nonsensical mess. Thank god it's almost over. "'To turn your back on me now, would be a most grievous insult. It would be a mockery of everything I've sacrificed for you'" You have absolutely no grasp on character voice. I can feel where you lose your grip and just start talking like you normally would. You think shoving a bunch of $.50 words makes up for the fact that it doesn't sound remotely in-character? It's pretentious, and you're not fooling anyone. That's the true mOsT GRiEVoUs iNSulT. "But the words echoed in both of their minds for hours afterward" (p25, ch2) Nope. Not possible. We can't know what's in Jenny's head. We shouldn't. So far this has been third-person limited, not omniscient. Consistency is key. If you consider fanfic just practice, and this is the best you can do... Yike. "I'm so sorry." (p26, ch2) Italicize? To separate from narration

Thus ends this saga.

There might be one more to show their final message to her before leaving her to write the rest of her shitty fic all by herself if you want that. No more handholding, no more help. And she's worse off for it.

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self-proclaimed-chaotic-good · 5 years

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Persephone | John Wick x Reader (Two)

Words: 2306

A/N: A lot of people liked the last one, so I decided to continue and see where it leads. I have no elaborate plan for this series, I just hope that I continue to have the energy and inspiration to finish this.

Warning: Usual JW-verse violence

It was after your first mission, your first kill, were you officially initiated as an assassin. Your trainer, Sasha, gifted you with what seemed to be modeled after a vorpal blade. Floral and viney patterns covered the metal surface, a deep black colored covered handle with a grip that fits perfectly in your hand. It was your favorite weapon to use. Being that most, if not all, of your targets being larger than you, you preferred stealth than guns blazing. Taking them by surprise, sneaking up behind them and stabbing the blade to their throat, a gloved hand muffling any sound.

You had dropped that blade on the night you tried to escape, right next to Sasha’s body. You wished you had picked it up, but would it have changed the results? The Instructor had seen the doubt in you, that you were growing rebellious. She had seen her fate and wanted to cage you even after death.

Now within the Bowery King’s underground empire, finally away from the hovering sharp eyes of the Instructor’s people, you had to relearn how to function without their strings again. The Bowery King welcomed you, allowing you to rest and find your bearings using their resources whether you agreed to their mission or not.

As it was a backup to their Soup Kitchen base formerly used as a homeless shelter, they could only give you a tiny room with a stiff mattress and a scratchy blanket, but you weren’t complaining. It helped that John’s dog took a liking to you and would keep you company in your room. John didn’t mind it much, though he should really name him.

It took a while to get back into action but John helped a lot in sparring and running simulations with you. The muscle memory was still there and John managed to teach you new techniques as well. Watching him in action was mesmerizing and terrifying. His movements were smooth, calculated, and systematic, so there was no wonder how he’d survived in the business that long.

Still, you shouldn’t be staring at him that long or get distracted when he’s pressing his large body against your smaller frame, his body heat soaking through his clothes and his scent filling your senses. The Instructor would have punished you for not focusing on your training, although you had been infatuated with one or two trainers and fellow trainees as you got older. Such emotions were frowned upon but you were only human, even if John Wick seemed like he wasn’t.

You were sitting against the cold wall of a small training room after a sparring session with John when John’s dog padded over with a smile. You giggled, putting your water bottle down and reached out for the precious pitbull. John sat down with his dog in between the two of you. He pushed a sweat soaked lock of hair away from his face, watching you interact with the pitbull.

The dog lunged forward and licked your face, making you laugh. You turned to John, a genuine smile on his face that made you almost forget that he was The Boogeyman. You turned away, using the pitbull’s head to block your face from his view to hide your heated cheeks.

You cleared your throat, sitting up straighter and played with the pitbull’s floppy ears. “You should name him,” you said.

“His name is Good Dog,” John said with a straight face.

You rolled your eyes. “No, it’s not. You’re lucky he loves you. He’ll listen to anything you say no matter what name you called him.” You held the pitbull’s head between your hands and looked into his puppy eyes. What would be a good name for him, you thought.

John stood up and started towards the door, his loyal dog trailing behind. You frowned, reluctantly grabbing your things and followed after them. Conversations between you and John became more frequent, but they were often brief, so it shouldn’t be a surprise to you that he got up and left. Though, you sensed that he was delaying on naming the dog for a reason.

“So have you considered our offer?” The Bowery King asked you after John left to gather intel. “You help us take down the High Table and we can help you start a new life somewhere else.”

You nodded. “I have nothing to lose,” you said, “My family is gone and I have no place to go back to. I’ll help you guys.”

“Good,” The Bowery King said with a nod, “Very good. I assume after being out of it for so long, you’ll need a crash course on what you’ve missed in the Underworld.”

“Yes, please.”

He had you follow him around the building as he caught you up to speed of what happened in the last five years, John’s dog padding along quietly at your feet. Being in hiding from the High Table meant that he couldn’t bring you to his pigeons on the roof anymore and both of you were growing restless staying underground.

He also told you about what had brought John Wick back into the assassin life, from the death of his wife, the death of his puppy and his car being stolen, the Marker with Santino, to Santino’s death within the Continental walls. Rules were rules, and with the bounty that was still on his head placed by Santino, the High Table was also after him and anyone that he was involved with.

“So how do you take down the organization that pulls the strings?” The Bowery King asked you expectantly.

You paused and said, “You cut off the strings or the hand that holds them. Without the strings, they have no control. Without their hand, they can’t use the strings… until they find another way to pull them.”

“Exactly, but with the High Table, it’s more of a web,” he said, “Killing the spider won’t do anything if another spider takes its place. Even with the most complex of webs, there are always the key strands holding it up. When it falls apart, they’ll have to start from scratch.”

“We just need to figure out who or what those key strands are,” you surmised, hands on your hips. “Surely there’s another way to get more information.”

“I’m glad that you’ve mentioned it,” he said with a grin, stopping in front of a wide room with dirty barred windows, a worn but functional wooden desk with circuits, wires, soldering tools, miscellaneous repairing and building tools, and various scrap metal pieces.

“What’s all this?” you asked, inspecting the components.

“John Wick’s pension for storming through buildings with a couple of guns isn’t going to simply cut it when it comes to the High Table, no matter how skilled the man is,” he said, “I’ve heard you were good quite the tinkerer.”

You shook your head. “It’s been a while. I’m still getting my memories back,” you said, picking up a screwdriver and poking your index finger with the tip, “if it’s anything like my training, maybe if I fiddle around with these stuffs and study some machinery, I could get back into it again.”

You put the screwdriver back down and ran a finger across the dusty surface of the desk. You hummed, wiping your finger on your pants, then turned back to the Bowery King. He was watching you closely, a grin on his face as if he could see the outcome to their ambitious operation.

“Better start now, then. We’ll try our best to get you anything you need.”

“How about a clock?”

He laughed at the sudden request. “Any preference, Miss (Y/l/n)?”

“Both analog and digital should be fine.”

He nodded, already getting the attention of one of his men. “We’ll get you those clocks.”

The Bowery King turned on his heels and left to speak to some of his people that were coming back from the usual corners of the street and to send a couple of them for supplies. You looked back at the desk, then down at John’s dog who tilted his head as you let out a long sigh. You’ll need to clean the room up first.

After your new little office had been cleaned and rearranged with some proper equipment, you quickly got to work, reacquainting yourself with circuitry and machinery. John’s dog lied obediently at your feet facing the door, his ear twitching at every loud noise outside.

You tried to keep your eyes opened as timed pass without you realizing it. You blinked and suddenly the natural sunlight was replaced by the dim street lights outside. A yawn escaped your lips, louder than you intended, causing the dog to jump.

“Sorry, boy,” you muttered, petting his head when he stood up to check on you.

“You should rest,” came a familiar low voice from the doorway.

The dog quickly left to greet the man, his tailing wagging at an impressive speed. John stooped down to greet his loyal companion then turned to you.

“What do you have so far?” John asked, leaning down to look at the messy blueprints sketched out on scratch paper and the circuit board you were working on.

“Just something that I’ve thought of recently,” you said tiredly, “Not sure if it’ll work, but it’s worth a try. I’ll show it to you once I get the first working prototype finished.”

“Can’t wait,” he said, impressed by your sketches, leaning closer to look at your progress.

From the short conversations and how he behaved, you figured he wasn’t much into using technology this way. He was more of a physical person, going out and getting things done by his bare hands. You’re not surprised that he had stormed a building filled with enemies, using only a gun.

You turned your head to look at him, the light of the desk lamp illuminating his features. How the hell can he be that good looking while having cuts and bruises on his face? You quickly turned away before he could catch you staring again, working on covering up the exposed wiring and putting your tools away.

“Had a small errand to deal with?” you asked casually, gesturing to the minor injuries.

“Yeah, I had to meet up with someone,” he said, standing up straight. Your eyes immediately checked the rest of his person for any visible injuries. “Nothing too serious.”

“Right.” Your eyes flickered up and saw him watching you.

He held out his hand, like he had done at the flower shop. “You should get some rest,” he repeated.

You nodded, taking his hand and he led you to your small room without another word. It was only when the two of you reached your door when you realized that you were still holding hands. It felt warm and grounding and pleasant, but you knew you had to let go at some point.

“You should get some rest, too,” you said, delaying the inevitable for a short while. “I, uh, I hope you don’t mind when your dog stays by me at night.”

“It’s fine. He seems to like you,” he said, petting his dog with his other hand that’s missing a finger as he sat quietly at John’s feet.

“I feel like I wake up better when he’s there,” you continued, your hand still in his.

“Don’t you mean sleep better?”

You shook your head. “Nightmares and flashbacks seems unavoidable no matter how pleasant my waking moments had been. At least when I awake, I’m not alone and there’s someone to comfort me.”

John nodded. “I know what you mean,” he muttered, a hint of sadness in his eyes.

That was another thing that set John apart from the other assassins, there was a vulnerability to him that he’d show every now and again. It made you think that he trusted you enough to let those walls down around you.

You opened your mouth, then shut it, suddenly remembering about his wife. Of course. He didn’t have the proper time to grieve yet. He couldn’t even catch a break now with almost every assassin going after his head. The thought made you even more determined to help him.

You squeezed his hand then slowly and reluctantly let it go, stepping towards your door. “Night, John.”

He gave you another nod. “Night, (Y/n).”

Two figures pushed Marion onto her knees in front of their leader, a hand yanking her hair so she could face him. Their leader grimaced, shaking his head in disappointment at her failure. She let the asset get away right under her nose. His sister held the asset highly and gave strict orders before she was killed by John Wick.

“How could this have happened, Marion?” The new Instructor asked slowly, daring her to try his patience.

“It was John Wick, sir,” Marion grunted, her neck aching from the angle that she was forced in.

The Instructor nodded at the two figures and they let her go. She gasped, rubbing her neck to sooth the pain. He walked around his desk and leaned down, using a finger to lift her chin up.

“Does she know?” he asked.

Marion nodded. “I think so, or at least, she’s beginning to.”

The Instructor cursed, standing up again and sitting at his chair. “Usually a mistake like this would warrant you termination, but seeing that it was John Wick, I’m feeling gracious enough to give you a second chance,” he said, folding his hands on the desk, “Find them. I hear there’s a pretty price on his head. Come back as soon as you find them. If I hear that you acted alone or lose them again, there will be no hesitation to terminate you, if… they don’t do it themselves. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, sir.”

Taglist:

@venusgothic

@weappreciatepower

@anita-e-taylor

@mikaneonox

#John Wick #john wick x reader #john wick imagines #keanu reeves imagines #Persephone p2 #I had to delete and repost because it wasn't showing in the tags #and it wasn't tagging anyone #smh tumblr #Keanu Reeves

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lydias--stiles · 3 years

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you're just my type

chenford | drabble | post-canon | title: my type // saint motel

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"Sienna Lee," Lucy recited, scrolling on her phone. "Twenty-nine, works at a marketing company and is thinking of getting a PhD."

Tim snorted. "In marketing?"

She rolled her eyes. "Snob."

"Not my type, moving on."

Tim should've known this was a bad idea. Hell, he did know, he just had a little problem denying Lucy Chen the joy of making fun of him, because in turn, that meant he got to tease her as well. Their whole dynamic got muddled the second she turned P2 and he had no control on it anymore — hence, this predicament. After Rachel's departure and Tim's visible apprehension to date anyone new, Lucy took to her role as matchmaker again.

Granted, she did make a good gamble with Rachel. They had a great relationship, albeit short, so Lucy wasn't completely ignorant about who'd fit him best. That should be concerning, as that meant that whoever he'd like was someone that resembled Lucy, but again: it was hard to say no to her.

As Los Angeles was on its best behaviour today, they had time to peruse the 'candidates', as Lucy put it. Tim felt twenty and stupid again.

"You haven't even seen a picture," she countered.

"And I'm the snob?" he smirked.

"Fine," she relented. "Persephone Miller."

"Jesus."

"Yeah, the name's a mouthful, but she's the heiress of a multinational and throws these, like, amazing beach parties."

Tim shot her an incredulous look. "How do you know her?"

"I arrested a guy that mugged her," she grinned, triumphant. The expression did something to him. "So, I got invited to a party."

Keeping his smile in check, he shook his head instead. "Not for me. Don't like beach parties—"

"Lies!"

"—and I don't... what? Lies?"

Lucy fervently nodded. "You don't hate beach parties. Remember Nolan's Fourth of July party? BBQ, volleybal, running with Kojo..." She trailed off, shrugging. "You had fun then."

"That's not a party," he argued, trying to find the right term. "It was, you know, a gathering. Close friends and family. Not LA socialites that all hate each other."

Also, the only reason he had more fun than he normally would, was because Lucy had been his volley partner, Lucy ran with Kojo, Lucy helped make killer burger. It all lead back to her, really. A conclusion that had been hard to accept, but he knew exactly how he felt about her. And why exactly he didn't like any of her dozen options.

They weren't her.

Her lips tutted. "Fair. Okay, Olivia Cirillo. Greek, extremely beautiful, thirty-four, a comparative literature professor at USC." Her brows wiggled. "A total catch. And I know for a fact she's into blondes."

"Again," he pressed, perplexed. "How do you know all these women?"

"We were friends in college," she smiled. "She was a couple years ahead, obviously, but we had a great talk about Beckett at a frat party once."

Now he couldn't keep the smile off his face. A more 'Lucy'-sentence she couldn't have uttered. "Of course."

Then he sighed. Another friend of Chen? Did she have an entire harem of beautiful, intelligent friends that would sweep him off his feet for a couple of months before his focus would inevitably divert to Lucy again?

She frowned and pocketed her phone. "What's wrong?"

Looking out his window, he gathered his thoughts and said, "This was a bad idea. You aren't a matchmaker, Chen, you're a police officer. Focus on your job, please."

"I... yeah. Okay." Her tone seemed downtrodden. "Sorry. You're right. And your love life is none of my business."

"Damn straight," he mumbled.

"It's just... I want to see you happy, Tim." Her earnest words caused him to look at her anyway, quietly embarrassed for his own surprised reaction. Of course she wanted that; they were close friends. "And I don't want you to give up on love just because of what happened with Isabelle and Rachel..."

"What happened with Isabelle isn't exactly light, Chen," he grumbled.

"I know," she rushed. "I know that. Still. That shouldn't be the perogative to just become a... I don't know, a Love Grinch."

That got him to chuckle. "Love Grinch?"

"You know what I mean!"

"Yeah. But don't worry about it, Chen." His eyes flickered across her face. "I'll find my person. One day."

She held his gaze for a moment, pensive, and slowly nodded, before putting all her focus in the radio spurring alive with a new case on their hands. Matchmaking was over.

Which was good. Ironically, doing his job calmed Tim down. He knew he was good at it. He went through the motions, was able to rely on his instincts and judgement and the fact that Lucy always got his six. Getting caught in a bar brawl was far easier than discussing feelings.

"Why do you always do that?!" Lucy exclaimed afterwards, angered by his rash decision to jump in the chaos. He stayed in the passenger seat while she went to grab the first aid kit from the trunk. Her yelling reached him regardless. "Do you know how scary it is when you voluntarily jump into a fight with drunk people like that? I could—"

"You could what?"

"I could write you up for impulsive behaviour," she cut, taking him by surprise. "Which I won't do," she added, "but please, Bradford, stop doing it. Communicate with me before you plan on losing an eye and a leg."

"Just those two, huh?" he said, trying to alleviate the mood.

The trunk slammed shut and Lucy reappeared by his door, promptly dumping the kit on his lap and then sifting through it to find the right supplies. Biting his tongue, he holds back the comment that she was overreacting. A man wouldn't die over some cuts and bruises and a soon-visible shiner on his left eye. But he knew it'd be fruitless discourse. When Lucy decided to care, she cared.

"Not to bring it up again, but you need to be alive if you want to be in a relationship," she mumbled, disinfecting the cuts.

"They're not my type, Chen," he sighed. His eyes clung to her ministrations, feeling awfully young between her soft palms, and hazy with her perfume lingering in his nose.

"None of them? Not even Olivia?"

"I'm sure she's great, but no."

They stayed quiet after that. Finished, she put everything back in its rightful place and sat in the passenger's seat. Their shift was done by now. He found they frequently caught themselves in familiarised situations like this, where he hardly remembered the daily cases and rather their sprawling conversations, to the point where he couldn't remember if some memories were just his, or hers.

He repeatedly wondered if his admiration for Lucy had simply translated to love. But if so, when? When she got abducted? When their prank wars brought a goofy smile to his face? When she wore that dress at Wes and Angela's infamous wedding? He couldn't recall. Tim felt ripped off his axis by the gravitational Lucy Chen and there was nothing he could do about it.

"What about you?" he asked.

As it had been silent for a while, she didn't instantly react. "Huh?"

"Why're you not matchmaking yourself?" He eyed her from across the console, wary, and out of his depth when asking such questions.

Her brows raised. "Uh... because Emmett was an asshole and before that I got abducted by a psychopathic man, so."

"Fair."

"Maybe we should date someone with equal amount of baggage," Lucy joked, "so it balances it out."

Tim puffed, amused. "You think that would work?"

"I don't know. Maybe." Her tone had a hopeful tinge to it, making his heart warm and twist up like baby Jackson's Play-Doh, though unsure if the implied was, well, implied.

"Maybe," he hummed.

"Let's make a deal!" She suddenly perked up and twisted in her seat. "If by the time I'm forty and you're forty-nine, we're both still single—"

"—Chen—"

"—we'll live together. Like a cool, hipster, co-habitation situation." Her signature smile flashed in the fading sunlight bleeding through the car windows. "What do you say?"

"I'm saying you're insane."

"C'mon, Tim!" she groaned, head lolling back. "Just go with it!"

Rolling his eyes, he let a small grin bloom on his cheeks and then nodded. What the hell, he thought, by then Lucy would've found her match and the deal would be off. How could she not? She was Lucy.

"Alright," he drawled, grabbing her hand from across the console to firmly shake it. "You got yourself a deal."

Their hands stayed together a beat longer than necessary, fingers slowly gliding apart 'til they awkwardly rested back in their respective spaces. Their faces turned shyer. An odd deal to make, but he once more couldn't refuse her.

"This deal doesn't leave the car, Chen."

"You got it, Bradford."

#chenford #the rookie fanfiction #the rookie #otp: save me a dance

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descendantofthesparrow · 3 years

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Hadie, the son of Hades

Excerpt from Interlude p2

Hadie was a tall, oddly buff, blue Ombre haired, punk-styled villain kid, the oldest on the isle at that at, being born before Hades had been shipped off to the isle.

so here's Hadie~!!!! the oldest vk on the isle~! (in book canon i think he’s younger than Mal bet let me do what i want and make Hadie older) the son of Hades AND Persephone~! yep!...because i can and i did and you can pry it from my cold dead hands.

#Descendents #descendants #disney descendants #hadie son of hades #interlude #rewrite #shuffle playlist #part of your world

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jonkner · 3 years

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Do you think the P2 gang's personas retained the ability to talk with one another? ...Do you think they get into petty squabbles with the others?

Also does Miyabi get Persephone because Hades deserves to be able to kiss his wife and I will be very disappointed in you if this doesn't happen

Yes their personas are still able to communicate.

Miyabi does not gain a persona in New Mask, but I have considered designing her a persona for fun.

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saber-secondlife · 3 years

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PERSEPHONE

Hair: TRUTH / Unravel

Clothing: Moon Elixir x MUSE - Divine Temptation

Skin/Make Up/Tattoos:

Skin: [Glam Affair] Lilith Layer [Lelutka EvoX] *NEW* @ Collabor88 April 2021

Included in skin folder upon purchase:

[Glam Affair ] Neck Shadow - Medium

[Glam Affair] Lilith - Blush (A) 50%

[Glam Affair] Lilith - Bronzer (A) 50%

[Glam Affair] Lilith - EyeLiner (A)

[Glam Affair] Lilith - Nose Blush (A) 50%

[Glam Affair] Lilith Freckles (A) 50%

Lips: TOP1SALON - HD SOFT LIPSTICK (Lelutka Evolution) P2 TAN

Accessory: Tentacio. Lost paradise headpiece *NEW* @ Kinky Event March 2021

#truth hair #glam affair #lelutka evolution x #collabor88 #tentacio #kinky event #flower #headpiece #top1salon #matte #lipstick

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jemej3m · 5 years

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FIC MASTERLIST

yes i am well aware this is way overdue

(also i had no idea how many fics ive written i truly am andreil trash)

KEY: d - drabble hc - headcanons ao3 - link to Archive Of Our Own mc - multi-chapter/part bold - different versions of the same au

in chronological order, all my aftg fics:

something stupid (d)

what if... (hc) (warnings for graphic depictions of violence...the foxes deaths are staged...i was in a shit stage of life when i thought of this lmao)

raven neil (d)

married (d)

Soulmate aus:

seeing colour for the first time (d)

colours (ao3)

jerejean colours

switching when in trouble (version 1)

switching randomly (version 2)

Professor Minyard au (mc - ao3)

p1 / p2 / p2.5 / p3

Only (breakup fic) (mc - ao3)

p1 / (p2 and p3 are on ao3 only)

kiss (d)

impossible (d)

High school aus

ain’t it fun (mc - ao3) (art)

to the moon and back (mc)

p1 / p2 / p3

saying i love you

therapist au

dance aus

dance with me (hip hop vs ballet)

p1 / p2

dance for me (gender bent ballet au)

intro / (ao3) / art

uni group project au (mc)

p1 / p2 / p3

twinyards (mc)

p1 / p2

im into you (renison post canon)

neil retiring (hc)

andrew is a hairdresser au

australian au

good place au (mc)

p1 / p2

single dad au (mc)

p1 / p2 / p3 / p4 / p5

date night

andrew and eating disorders

gods and goddesses au

musicians au (mc - ao3 only)

medieval marriage au

careful sleepers (d)

andrew’s piercings (hc)

frankenstein au

gaming au (hc)

renison post canon (again - but this time through andrew’s eyes)

andrew after aaron’s trial

Andreil Week 2019 (ao3)

Day 1: Fantasy - ALTA/LOK au (mc)

Day 2: deafening sound

Day 3: tattoos

Day 4: aquarium

Day 5: cats

Day 6: holidays

Day 7: i forgot what the prompt was but its a science fiction/fantasy au (mc)

Day 8: free choice - another breakup fic (fluffy ending)

youtuber au

cowboy au + art

revised cowboy au (ao3) (the wayyy better one lmao)

neil getting overwhelmed by sex (not explicit tho) (d)

dystopian 1984 inspired au + art

persephone’s myth au (ao3)

support group au (ao3) (mc)

venom au (mc)

p1 / p2

radio presenter au (mc)

p1 / p2

ONLY TOOK ME A FEW YEARS TO FINALLY DO THIS AHA

#all for the game #masterlist #fic writing #andreil #renison #jerejean #the foxhole court #andrew minyard #neil josten #nora sakavic #look at what you made me do

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thran-duils · 5 years

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You’re Now Mine (P2)

Title: You’re Now Mine (Persephone Drabble) Summary: Fulfilling a request for @lets-personofinterestontumbir! – “Could you do a drabble for the Persephone AU I don’t know If you’ve seen once upon a time but the episode 1x07 reminded me a lot of this story when the evil queen ripped out the huntsmen’s heart if you could do something like that it would be awesome. Thank you.” Words: 3,131 Warnings: DARK AF, Emotional/Mental abuse Author’s Notes: Okay, Castiel tag people, it’s *not* Castiel, but it’s Castiel’s vessel?

Part 1 || Part 3 || Masterpost || Fanfic masterpost

“You look… remarkable.”

The gossamer part of the dress trailed up from your wrists to the top of your breasts where blue flowers adorned down to the waist of the dress where the chiffon skirt took over. You were back in your quarters, having just finished getting dressed. Lucifer had taken back to his habit of leaving what he wanted you to wear when he left you while you were sleeping.

He held you close. “What do you say, princess?”

“Thank you.”

“You are such a good pupil. Now, tell me, what does daddy say about undergarments?” You blushed, unaware he could sense that. He smirked at your expression and stated, “I want them off. Now.” His last word was definite.

Pulling away from him, you moved to the bed. Slowly, you pulled them off, making a show of it. You sat down, pulling them down your legs. Lucifer’s pupils were dilated, watching you with lust. Yanking them off from around your ankles, you tossed the pair aside. Standing up, you let your dress fall back down to the ground.

“Hmm. If only you could sit that lovely body on my face at the moment…” Your heart skipped a beat as he paused, considering it. He smirked, “But, love, I have things to do. And you need to accompany me.”

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Again, you found yourself sitting by Lucifer’s – formally Crowley’s – throne. You were getting tired of sitting erect and you tried to push the sleepiness away. Lucifer was hard at work, pouring over old documents and weapons. This is what he had meant about you needing to accompany him. As before, he just liked having you in the room with him, easy access for him to admire you.

The silence in the room was broken when there was a loud crash. You jumped to attention, your eyes moving towards the source of the sound. A demon was standing there, looking like a deer in headlights. A few of Lucifer’s weapons had falling off the cart they had been on and one was definitely broken.

Lucifer slowly stood up straight, his eyes fixated on the demon. The tension in the air could have been cut with a knife as he slowly advanced on the demon. He stood inches taller than it and he peered down his nose at them, glowering.

The demon swallowed sharply, staring terrified back up at him.

“What… did I say… about anyone touching these?” Lucifer asked, his tone dangerous.

“T-t-to not to?” The demon stammered out.

“Exactly!” Lucifer exclaimed with false excitement.

The demon tried to plead. “I’m sorry, sir!”

Lucifer clucked before turning back towards you. Meandering towards you, the demon watched his retreating back with unease. All eyes were on Lucifer as he approached you, stopping in front of you.

Reaching out, he lightly stroked the side of your face. “You’re gonna help me make a decision.” His finger twirled around a strand of your hair, “What should I do, princess?”

You knew what he wanted you to say. This was a demon for gods sake but you felt compassion for it regardless. But Lucifer wanted them dead. And to defy him in front of this room full of people wouldn’t bode well for you.

Pushing your conscious away, you kept eye contact and said evenly, “They disobeyed you.”

Lucifer rose his eyebrows in acknowledgement and pressed, “And?”

You felt sick for suggesting it. “They don’t deserve to be in your presence.”

“Ooh, good job,” Lucifer praised, giving you a kiss on the forehead. He turned around, snapping his fingers, the demon exploding everywhere. The other demons in the room flinched before going back to what they had been doing in a hurry, not wanting to be caught up in Lucifer’s current annoyed and frustrated state. Lucifer turned back to you and sighed dramatically. His hand traced your jaw, “You are quite an asset, darling. I am so relieved I have you by my side to help me make those tough decisions. You keep me in check.”

He gently creeped his fingers down your neck before reaching your chest. “Or… really… do I keep myself in check?” You winced a bit beneath his fingers gently digging into your chest and a malicious grin spread across his face. He gave you a quick kiss. “You are just mouthwatering, princess. Such a good girl. Now, I promise I will be done soon and you can get yourself something to eat.”

With that, he left you to sit again dutifully like his most prized possession should.

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You had been down here for a month at least. Where were Sam and Dean? Surely Crowley would have told them what had happened. You immediately had scolded yourself after thinking that. Crowley was all about the creed every man for himself. If it was a risk to his backside, he wouldn’t do it. He had already exceeded expectations by trying to help you out the first time. Regardless of how that had ended.

Again, you were feeling cooped up. Lucifer, since he had marked you, had not hurt you again. The threat though lingered whenever he stared you down if you did something he considered out of line or if he just felt like reminding you of it, like he did in the throne room that one day. And again, you knew the demons loathed the fact Lucifer considered you his favorite. You tried to avoid interacting with any of them except when it was necessary. Like it had been earlier today…

Interrupting your thoughts, Lucifer walked into your living room, finding you lounging on the couch. The Wii remote was in your hand and you realized you hadn’t been even looking for something to watch for a substantial amount of time, lost in your thoughts.

Lucifer’s eyes ran over you slowly. He commented, “Have you even got dressed today?”

As a matter of fact, you hadn’t. You had been in your pajamas all day and gotten quiet a treat from a demon you had coerced into running an errand for you. Your eyes slid to him and your loose state let your attitude slip.

“Mhm, fuck off,” you murmured, flipping through Netflix.

Lucifer cocked his head to the side, looking at you in shock for a moment before he advanced on you, peering down his nose at you.

You lazily looked up at him and questioned, “What?”

“You’re drunk. How?”

He sounded more angry than confused about how you got the alcohol.

You snorted, moving your eyes back to the TV, moving through Netflix. “I drank alcohol.”

Lucifer’s expression darkened and he replied tightly, “Y/N.”

You knew better than to ignore him when he sounded the way he did. You were toeing the line of his impatience and the memory of him exerting himself over your soul was enough to make you cave. You told him, “I threatened a demon with an exorcism if they didn’t get me it. And I mighta mentioned that you wanted it done and they didn’t question me like a fucking idiot. They’re dead, don’t worry.”

You picked up your glass from the ground and quickly finished it off before he could take it or realize it was there.

Lucifer’s jaw set witnessing that. You gave him an innocent look, waiting for him to respond. He turned, his eyes scanning the room and you realized what he was looking for.

“Where is it?” You didn’t respond and he demanded, “Y/N!”

Mumbling disappointed, you pushed yourself up and bent over the arm of the couch, reaching back to where the bottle was.

You felt a hand on your ass and you stilled. There was a silence shared between the two of you for a few moments.

“Listen to me very carefully, princess,” Lucifer said, his voice low. There was something lurking in his tone. It set you on edge but in excitement rather than nervousness. “You’re going to take that bottle into the kitchen. And then you’re going to go to the bedroom and get yourself nice and naked for me. And then you’re going to walk your pretty little ass back into the kitchen and pour us both a drink.” Your body was alight hearing where he was going with this. He continued, his tone sensual, “And finally, you’re going to come back out here and sit yourself in my lap with said drinks and let me have a good look at you.” He paused and you felt his hand grasp your ass ever so lightly. “Do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir,” you rasped.

He spanked you, “Then do as I asked.”

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You sat straddling him, your drink in your hand. He had removed his trench coat and jacket when you had been gone from the room. It drove you crazy when Castiel had taken off his outwear, leaving him in his shirt and tie. It still had the same effect on you when Lucifer did it.

Lucifer tapped your nose lightly, giving you a playful little smirk. “Your constant remarkable ability to surprise me with your ingenuity in getting what you want is the sole reason you are not in trouble,” Lucifer informed you. He eyed you. “Tell me, where is the demon’s body? And I’m going to assume it was Terry since I haven’t seen him all day.”

“Down the building in a spare room.”

“You grabbed his keys and left here to drag him down the hallway?” You nodded and Lucifer regarded you for a moment. He took a long drink before smacking his lips. “You could have tried to escape after that.”

“Yes…”

“And you didn’t… Or did you?”

You shook your head, “I didn’t.”

Lucifer studied you before agreeing, “You’re telling me the truth. You wanna elaborate on why you wouldn’t?”

Shrugging, you offered nothing. He cocked his head expectantly and you shrugged again, “What good would it do?”

Snorting, Lucifer acknowledged this. “Ah, princess, I was hoping for a more…” he pondered on a word choice before continuing, “…intimate response. But, a logical one is acceptable.”

You took a long drink and he leaned forward, his hand wrapping around you protectively. He continued leaning forward, your body bending back with his movement and he placed his glass on the coffee table. “Finish that,” Lucifer demanded. You did what he asked, taking the rest of your drink before handing it to him. He placed your glass on the table too.

Sitting back into the couch, Lucifer pulled you close, giving you a kiss. “For being so good – despite your small slip up of not asking me permission to get yourself a bottle – I think you deserve attention… praise…”

You whimpered when he reached down in between the two of you, his fingers finding your sex. He stroked you gently, his fingers teasing.

His eyes were locked with yours. Previously Castiel’s pretty baby blues staring at you with lust. “Wanna place bets on how fast I can rile you up?” Lucifer asked, his voice low and rumbling in his chest.

Christ.

His fingers parted your lips and your hands found their way to his shoulders, holding onto them. His long fingers delved deep and you bit your bottom lip, slowly beginning to move yourself in tandem with his movements.

Lucifer worked with precision, paying close attention to your clit, brushing his thumb over it as he added another finger. You let yourself get lost in the rhythm, riding his hand. At this rate, he was going to get you to come in record time. Your eyes met his and he chuckled, pleased, seeing your expression. It only encouraged him to put more pressure on your clit.

Your breathing was becoming erratic as he circled your nub, pushing you towards the edge at lightning speed.

Lucifer wet his lips watching you gasp, your desperation apparent as you rocked your hips to provide more friction. He husked, “Who would have thought such a small part of your body could have that much effect on you? I have complete control of you, don’t I, princess?”

You came hard, him rubbing you through it. From your blurred vision, you could still make out his expression. Him watching you his eyes hooded with lust.

His lips attacked yours as you came down from your high. One arm wrapped around his neck as he picked you up and your legs wrapped around his waist. Walking towards the bedroom, he placed sloppy kisses along your jawline and on your lips. Dropping you to your feet, he began working on his tie and shirt. He grasped you, yanking you back to him, your skin meeting his bare chest.

“Now that I’ve got you good and ready,” he purred in between kisses. You mewled slightly as he reached down, cupping your ass and he groaned, feeling you grind yourself up against him. The sexual tension between the two of you was electric. He whipped you around, pulling you close again. Moving your hair over your shoulder, he sucked at your neck, nipping every so often. You felt him pressing into your ass, his erection coming full on.

[["Bend over," he growled into your ear, one hand wrapped up in your hair as he tugged your head toward him. You fell forward with a gasp as he released you, with a small push toward the bed. You hesitated and turned to see him removing the last of his clothes, his cock jutting out to meet you.

You fell to your knees in front of him, earning a raised eyebrow and a tick in his jaw in response.

"Please let me?" You breathed onto his cock. And Lucifer would punish you for disobeying but you’re a vision, a perfect picture of prayer bowing on your knees to him, asking permission to worship him like this.]] He had given you an order and when he was this riled up, animalistic like, he expected you to follow directions.

He murmured, “How can I refuse you when you look like that, princess…” before he pressed the head of him against your lips softly, granting you permission.

Your lips wrapped around him and he closed his eyes, basking in the pleasure of it. Hollowing your cheeks, you drew a groan from him. Swirling your tongue around him as your head bobbed, you brought your hand up, cupping his balls. His cock engulfed in wet heat quickly brought on precum. You tasted it and you hummed, adding to his pleasure.

Lucifer was not going to come undone in your mouth though.

Beckoning you with a finger, he began to walk backwards towards the bed. You followed on your hands and knees, your mouth still on his cock.

“Mhm, good girl,” he cooed, wrapping his fingers back into your hair, pulling you away from his cock with an audible pop. Scooping you up, he brought you to your feet again.

In new found confidence, you begged, “I want to be on top.”

Lucifer smirked down at you, “Whatever makes you feel in charge, princess.”

You knew you weren’t in charge and it seemed to turn him on that you were trying to regain some control in your relationship. He was taunting and in the moment, you didn’t care.

Climbing on top of him, you sank onto his length, him entering you with ease. You gasped, adjusting to his girth. You began setting a pace, biting your bottom lip as you rode him slowly, him still buried deep. You were full of him.

You felt Lucifer’s hands on your hips, moving back towards your ass, gripping tight. He threw his head back against the pillows, his eyes closed as he began rocking his hips with yours. You let him take the lead. Lucifer held onto your ass as he rammed himself in and out of you, your tits bouncing. Your hands braced the bed on either side of his head as he fucked you. He groaned loudly, unable to control himself.

“Fuck, princess,” he grunted out. “Gonna come inside that pretty little pussy!”

You keened feeling your body rushing towards coming again, his dirty talk amplifying the feeling. His eyelids were heavy with lust watching you above him.

“Such a pretty sight,” he husked, his fingers digging into your hips, before burying himself in you once more, his release hitting him full on. Feeling him empty himself in you sent you over the edge as well and you cried out, convulsing around him.

You collapsed onto his chest, breathing heavily. Your body was covered in a sheen of sweat as you laid there on top of him, skin to skin. You felt Lucifer’s arm move to hold you around your waist, silent. You actually felt content laying there in his embrace. And he didn’t seem to be in a rush to move either.

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A few days later, you got up from your chair and walked towards Lucifer. You were ever aware of the few demons in the room watching you with suspicion as you approached their master. Would they consider him yours too? You pushed the thought from your mind, wanting to keep up the courage you had built up to ask him a favor.

Before you even had a chance, it was shot down.

“No,” Lucifer greeted you and you furrowed your brow, caught off guard by the instant negativity. The wind was already leaving your sails, your confidence waning. He saw the look on your face. “Whatever it is that you’re going to ask, it’s no.” You still stared and he let out an exasperated sigh. “You going to try the puppy dog eyes?”

“I haven’t even asked anything,” you finally said quietly.

“Like I said, I can tell you want something. And I’m not in the mood to be granting wishes.”

You word vomited, “I want to go to a park. Or something. I want to go out.”

Lucifer rolled his eyes, turning to face you fully, dropping the papers he was looking over onto the table. “Wow!” he exclaimed mockingly. “You are really not listening today!”

Swallowing sharply, you pleaded, “Please. I’ve been good.”

Lucifer squinted, biting his lip, giving you an incredulous look. "You think I'm gonna let you have the opportunity openly to betray me?"

Your bottom lip warbled, unable to hide your desperation. You were feeling upset and also embarrassed this was happening in front of the other demons in the room.

It did not go unnoticed by Lucifer.

He looked vexed, clenching his fists. “I’ll think about it,” he spat out.

Realizing what he said, you nodded. Turning back, you walked back towards your seat in silence. Internally, you were elated though. Like Persephone, you wouldn’t be caged all the time.

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