#quen writes

[2nd-drop-me-safely-in-this-hell]

"Nectar"

Characters:

Lady (Devil May Cry)

Trish (Devil May Cry)

Lucia (Devil May Cry)

Relationships:

Lady x Trish, incidental

Premise:

Trish and Lady are called to Vie de Marli for an unusual job.

Content Warnings:

Suicide ideation

Consumption of human blood

Author's Note:

This is my first time writing for Lucia. I haven't really played DMC2 from start to finish, but I think I get the gist of the character. Feedback is always welcome.

Lady crossed her arms, and looked up at the clocktower standing before her. "This is the place, right?"

Trish nodded. "This is the place."

Lady looked back to her partner. "Did she tell us anything about this job?"

"Not really." Trish put her hands on her hips. "Just that there's a demon threatening Vie de Marli, that she can't deal with on her own."

"Some 'Protector' she must be..." Lady sighed. "And you're sure this wasn't some excuse to get Dante to come here?"

"Trust me, she's good at what she does." Trish corrected.

Lady rolled her eyes. "If you say so..."

"And I'm sure." Trish continued. "She still asked for us to come even after I told her that Dante is in the Underworld, remember? Besides, the call sounded really urgent. Like she was in danger herself."

"Alright." Lady slung Kalina Ann off of her shoulder. "Let's get this over with." She fired her grappling hook to the top of the clock tower, and braced her feet against the wall.

Trish stepped up behind Lady, wrapped her hands around her shoulders, and wrapped her legs around her waist. "I'm ready when you are."

"Trish, you can fly."

"We're in public. We do want to freak out the locals, do we?"

"Like a heavily armed foreigner abseiling up the side of a clock tower wouldn't do the job?"

"Well, maybe I just wanted an excuse to hold onto my hot girlfriend." Trish smiled.

"Trish, we're working right now."

"Well, if you really think you can't carry me, I'll hop right off..."

"Playing to my ego, now? I'm starting to think you're just lazy."

"I'm just trying to be realistic, baby. You're only human, and you are halfway through your life already..."

"Not called for."

"Am I wrong? Then prove it."

Lady huffed. "Well-played."

At once, Lady hit a trigger on Kalina Ann, and began to ascend the building, Trish holding her body tightly.

Trish let out a giggle.

* * *

The pair reached the top of the tower, and looked around for their client. Eventually, they spotted her, sitting in a far corner.

Trish approached her first, with Lady following close behind. "Lucia?"

"Hello..." Lucia spoke weakly. Upon closer inspection, she did not appear to be in good condition. The skin on her face appeared to be flaking away, and her eyes had changed to a sickly yellow-green color. She was also shaking.

Trish crouched in front of her. "Are you alright? Who, or what, did this to you?"

"No one... This was always going to happen-" Lucia was cut off by a coughing fit. "-eventually."

Trish cocked her head. "What do you mean?"

"The first thing you should know about me is that I'm..." Lucia sighed. "...A demon."

"Obviously." Trish stated bluntly. "I've never known a human who can fight the way you do."

Lucia continued. "I was one of many created by a man called Arius, a sorcerer who wished to rule the world. But I was 'defective', and he discarded me. A woman named Matier discovered me, and raised me as her own daughter. Many years passed before I learned the truth."

Trish nodded.

"When I met Arius, he told me that everything returns to its original form. It seems that he was right... I tried to deny it, but deep down I always knew he was..."

"What do you mean?" Trish crossed her arms.

"It started about one month ago, when Matier... She passed." Lucia's voice broke. "It was she who raised me to be human. It was her love that kept me human. Not long after she was gone, I began to feel these... Cravings."

"Oh..." Trish interjected. "You mean for human blood, don't you?"

Lucia nodded. "I tried to fight it, but as my body grew weaker, so did my resolve... Two days ago, I nearly attacked a civilian."

Trish frowned. "Lucia, did you call us here to kill you?"

"...I've accepted that there's no hope for me. I would rather die before losing myself to my true nature."

"Lucia..." Trish put a hand on Lucia's shoulder. "I know that what you're going through must be scary, but this isn't the way out."

"There is no way out!" Lucia spar. "It's only going to get worse..."

Lady butted in. "Can I ask you something?"

Lucia's eyes met Lady's. Her stomach growled. "...She shouldn't be here."

Lady laughed. "If you could pose any threat to me, in the state that you're in, then it's time for me to hang up my guns." She continued. "So you've never drank blood before? In your whole life?"

Lucia shook her head. "Absolutely not."

"Frankly, I find that hard to believe. You've always been a demon, right?"

Lucia's eyes fell.

"Hm..." Lady placed a hand on her chin. "Matier, your mother... She was human, right?"

Lucia nodded. "Yes."

"Did she cook for you?"

"Yes. We often had dinner together..." Lucia's stomach growled again.

"I think that solves it, then. Your mother was feeding you her blood."

"What?!" Lucia's eyes were wide. "That's not possible!"

"It's the only thing that is possible." Lady asserted.

"She's right, Lucia." Trish added. "The only thing in the Human World that can sustain a demon is human blood."

"But..." Lucia trailed off. She quickly began to cry.

Trish and Lady looked to one another, unsure of how to respond.

Lucia continued. "Why did she hide the truth from me? Why did she always hide the truth from me?"

Lady sat beside Lucia. "A parent will do some really stupid things, if they think it's in their child's best interests. As much as she kind of screwed you up, I think she really loved you."

"She did..." Lucia wiped her tears. "Then why did she leave me unprepared?"

"That's a good question... Was she expecting to die?" Lady asked.

"It was rather sudden, actually. Do you think she intended to tell me?"

"I'm sure she did." Lady nodded. "Maybe she just put it off for too long. It sounds like she never wanted you to feel different."

"Right... Right, that makes sense." Lucia's voice grew steadier.

Trish spoke up. "You know, Lucia... I'm a demon too. And I've lived peacefully among humans for years now."

"You have?" Lucia looked to Trish. "But how?"

"By staying fed. Lady makes sure of that."

Lady nodded. "Our top theory is that blood offered willingly is especially potent. She doesn't even need to feed from me that much."

"That, and Lady's body is just incredibly fit and strong." Trish added.

"Well, of course it is, but I'm one-of-a-kind. In the long term, Lucia needs someone who trusts her and cares for her like Matier did."

Lucia nodded. "That makes sense..." She sighed. "I'm sorry about this."

"It's alright. I mean, who in the devil hunting trade hasn't felt like dying before?"

"Lady..."

"Kidding, Trish. But seriously, we're happy to help. In fact, here-" Lady drew a knife from her belt, and pricked her finger. "-this one's on the house."

Lucia hesitated for but a moment. "...Okay." She placed her lips on Lady's finger, closed her eyes, and began to suckle.

"Atta-girl." Lady gave her a pat on the back.

Lucia's flesh began to mend, and she soon pulled away. She opened her eyes, which returned to their normal color. "Wow..."

Trish chuckled. "She hits like a truck, doesn't she?"

Lucia managed a smile. "I do feel a lot better... Thank you, Lady."

"Sure thing." Lady smiled back, as she wrapped a band-aid around her finger. "And there's more where that came from, we'll send you a stockpile."

Trish interjected. "But in the long term, you should really work on making some friends. Isolating yourself isn't gonna protect anyone, you're just gonna hurt yourself more. Trust me, I've seen it happen. Besides, people are more accepting than you think. If someone really knows you and cares about you, they'll accept you for who you really are."

Lucia sighed. "That's a lot to think about."

"I can imagine." Trish wrapped her arm around her. "Don't be afraid to reach out to me if you need someone to talk to."

"Thank you, Trish. Thank you both." Lucia stood. "I know I never promised payment, but I feel that I owe you something for the trouble."

"Well, now I'm pretty hungry." Lady stood up herself. "Maybe you could introduce us to some of the local cuisine?"

Trish stood as well. "I could certainly go for a bite."

Lucia smiled. "I would like that."

[quensty]

i was tagged by my bff @moondal514 to list my fics with: (1) the most hits, (2) second most kudos, (3) third most comments, (4) fourth most bookmarks, (5) fifth most words, and (6) the least words.

if ur wondering why i’m using the orange emoji that is strictly mexican business go back to ur drinks

🍊 most hits: men, abort mission (108,650 hits)

🍊 second most kudos: your crown of thorns holds roses (6,259 kudos)

🍊 third most comments: on strike against god (99 total comments, 47 comment threads)

🍊 fourth most bookmarks: right hand on his rifle, swore it on the bible (229 bookmarks)

🍊 fifth most words: love, war, and other exit wounds (11,134 words)

🍊 least words: heartquakes & wishbones (780 words)

how i feel knowing most of the fics on this list are aftg

[and-drop-me-safely-in-this-hell]

Willing Sacrifice

Characters:

Lady (Devil May Cry)

Trish (Devil May Cry)

Relationships:

Lady x Trish (Devil May Cry)

Premise:

Lady is enjoying a quiet evening at home when her girlfriend, Trish, comes knocking with an unusual problem.

Content Warnings:

Starvation (fantastical symptoms)

Knife trauma (magically healed)

Drinking human blood (consensually)

Suggestive dialogue

(send an ask if you think something else should be here)

Author's Note:

This is baby's first fanfiction, so go easy on me.

It was a quiet, calm winter evening. Lady sat by the window, sipping cocoa and watching the snow fall outside from inside her warm apartment. She was dressed comfortably, wearing a thick white sweater and a pair of black briefs. It was nights like these that took the edge off of the otherwise loud, chaotic, and uncertain life of a devil hunter.

However, the calm was interrupted by a loud knock on the door. Lady quickly set aside her mug, and approached the door. While she recognized the rhythm, she still retrieved a pistol from under the couch cushions on the way, and before unlocking the door, peered through the peephole.

Upon seeing the face she expected, Lady unlocked the door, and cracked it open.

Trish stood, hunched and shivering in front of the door. She wore what she always did; her dark sunglasses, and a black leather getup of studded bracers, a corset, pants, and high-heeled boots. But over this, she wore a thick pink bathrobe, pulling it around herself.

Her dress wasn't the only unusual thing about her tonight. Her normally smooth, tan complexion was now pale, clammy, and - most alarmingly - flaking and crumbling away.

"Trish? Shit, babe, are you okay?" Lady opened the door wider, ignoring the nagging awareness that this could all be some kind of ruse.

"Lady..." Trish's voice sounded weak. She was looking at the floor, rather than meeting Lady's gaze.

"Get in here, now." Lady put an arm around Trish, and led her inside, shutting the door behind them. Lady could feel through her bathrobe that Trish's normally muscular body was extremely thin. The pair sat on the couch, and Lady set aside her pistol. "What's going on? You look awful."

Trish still avoided eye contact. "It's a demon thing. I wouldn't expect you to understand."

"Well maybe I would understand if you'd tell me what's happening." Lady put her other arm around Trish, and squeezed her tight. "Please. You're scaring me. What's wrong?"

Trish sighed. "I'm... Hungry."

"...Okay, I could get you some-" Lady paused, remembering that Trish is a demon, and knowing what demons require for sustenance. "Oh. You need blood, don't you?"

Trish nodded.

"Alright then, I'll see what I can do." Lady hurried into her pantry. She dug around for a moment, before pulling out a green crystal in the shape of a star. She then headed into the kitchen, and set the crystal on the counter. Shs pulled a wine glass from the cupboard, and a knife from a drawer, before returning to the counter.

Trish finally looked in Lady's direction. "I... Won't ask you to-"

Lady was already cutting into her palm, wincing as she squeezed the blood into the glass. Trish fell silent, and watched intently, her stomach growling as the glass filled with crimson.

When the glass was half-full, Lady set aside her knife, and picked up the crystal. Trish recognized it as a Vital Star, an alchemic stone with healing properties.

Effortlessly, Lady crushed the crystal in her hand. Green mist rose from her palm, and Lady inhaled. She held her breath, and the wound on her palm glowed as it sealed shut. Finally, Lady exhaled, and set aside the now broken and colorless crystal.

Lady picked up the glass in both hands, and approached Trish, before handing her the glass. "There. I hope this is enough."

Trish held the glass in her shaking hands, breathing heavily as she stared into the pool of scarlet blood.

"Go ahead. It's for you." Lady put a hand on Trish's shoulder.

Quickly, Trish put the glass to her lips, and began gulping down Lady's blood. The bathrobe fell off of Trish's shoulders, and Lady could see the effect; Trish's skin mended and regained it's color, and her muscles swelled back to their full size. Trish was no longer hunched over, but sitting up straight as she poured the last of Lady's offering into her mouth. Trish's tongue extended into the glass, much further than a human's tongue possibly could, and licked it completely clean.

"...Wow." Lady's face was red, and her eyes were wide.

Finally, Trish sat back, and set aside the glass, sighing contentedly.

"Do you feel better, Trish?"

"Hm? Oh, I feel great, baby." Trish beamed. "I can't thank you enough, Lady, I-"

Lady returned to the couch, and hugged Trish as tight as she could. "Trish, don't ever do that to me again! Why weren't you feeding yourself?!"

Trish hugged back, nuzzling into Lady's touch. "Well, it was my understanding that my peaceful life here in the human world was contingent on me living in peace. I tried to conserve my strength, but that only lasted so long..."

Lady furrowed her brow, and pulled out of the hug. "But you only needed a glass to be completely healthy again. That isn't so bad."

"That's confusing me too. I've had human blood before, but yours is so..." Trish shuddered. "I still feel warm and tingly all over... It's intoxicating."

"Hm..." Lady looked contemplative. "You know, growing up, I was exposed to a lot of demonic history and mythology. One myth my mother told me that the strongest devils sought to rule humans because blood sacrificed willingly was more potent."

"That doesn't line up with what most demons I know have told me... But it would explain what just happened." Trish chuckled.

Lady chuckled with her. "You know, you can always come over whenever you're feeling hungry. I have a ton of vital stars that I need to use before they expire anyway."

"Thank you." Trish pulled Lady into another hug.

Lady hugged her back. "And don't wait until you're at death's door this time, okay? I don't want you barely surviving, I want you to thrive."

"I'm touched." Trish smiled.

"Besides," Lady leaned in and whispered, "if you're full enough to control yourself, I might let you drink 'straight from tap'."

Trish raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?"

"Yep. Any artery you want."

"Even Femoral?"

"Especially Femoral."

Trish chuckled. "My my... I'm getting hungry again already."

"Good. I'll indulge you soon enough." Lady pulled away from Trish's ear, and looked her in the eyes. "But first... Kiss me."

At once, Trish leaned in and pressed her lips to Lady's. Lady reciprocated the gesture. Their tongues met each other, and Lady could taste iron in Trish's mouth.

[notsotoy]

[you think of nothing]

You didn't really know what death would feel like, despite running from it your whole life. So you don't know if waking up in front of a giant star is normal. But you don't really have a choice do you? You never did.

you breath in and out; and continue the play.

[lady-quen]

Vsartparty, this goes out to you, you terrible, terrible people. (affectionate)

@bop-y look what you made me do

Maelmordha walks into the room. Immediately, he is met with the sight of several familiar faces - Kas, Jory, and Canach - all huddled over a morning newspaper and snickering madly.

"...Okay, so anybody care to tell me what you're snickering at?" The Dawnborn sets down his coffee and attempts to sneak a peek.

Marjory takes hold of the thing and moves it aside, just out of reach. "Nuh-uh Commander Cranky. Feels like your ego wouldn't be able to take it this early in the mornin."

"That's why he needs exposure therapy, clearly." Canach smirks, side eyeing Jory as he attempts to convince her with a slight elbow shove.

There's a sigh and a mug of coffee brought back to silvered lips to take a long sip. He's almost resigned to waiting for his turn - how bad can it be, really - when Kasmeer slides him the paper. He takes it in one hand and squints.

"Ex-fucking-cuse me?"

Sure, alright, okay, he could understand the press freaking out that one time he told a paparazzi he'd eat them (in his defense, he has had enough of the echo chamber about liches supposedly devouring the hearts of virgins) but this? This had to be some poor joke flying around at an Amnoon cabaret that someone wildly unqualified for journalism jotted down as truth.

"You need to show us your son, I have no doubt he's cute." Marjory teases, painted lips quirking upwards in thorough amusement. "Heard he's got your kinda eyes."

Oh Mother, was this unholy travesty going to be what the DW latched onto for the next month..?

"Have you ever seen a choya, Jory?" Thorned brows furrow in disgust, an involuntary shiver running down his spine at the implications of having sex with one. He's had quite enough of being compared to a choya during his stay in Elona, even though he could understand the fascination with the concept of plant people that weren't bloodthirsty little anklebiters that lived in the dirt and ate garbage.

Like a plant version of skritt, but worse, and with skritt you could actually - usually - work things through. Speaking of, he still had to work on some subconscious biases.

But a choya? Oh, a choya? A dastardly asshole gourd with eyes that could only be described as steaming melding pots for a perpetual stew of violence, mischief and an undying desire to vandalize your backyard? Those things?

"I'd never." He spits the words with such righteous indignation his guildmates collectively erupt into a fit of laughter.

At least someone was entertained here. He sure wasn't.

"Okay, okay but - okay but -" Meade wheezes out inbetween fits of giggling. "Look at the photo, though."

She takes the paper from his hands and flips the page. Maelmordha's brows seem like they're about to become too familiar with one another.

"Alright? Where's the resemblance?" He challenges, smug in his absolute conviction no one could possibly claim the thing had a sliver of him in it. After all, he was beautiful. Something Maolmuire (and himself, naturally) affirmed on the daily.

That thing? Fugly lil shitling.

"He's got your brows, Commander." Canach points. The sylvari necromancer squints, and heavily considers getting glasses.

"...My brows? That's the best you can do?" The man's disgust is only matched by the disappointment in his tone. They weren't even trying for a plausible story here.

Not that him letting a choya back it up on him was in any way plausible, of course. Some things are simply too obvious to be stated, he reassures himself, and promptly glares daggers at Canach for finding any of this remotely funny.

"Did you forget to channel your magic to your eyes today? Look closer. Clearly, he has those three little thorns on his brows just like you do. A spitting image indeed, if I ever saw one."

"Canach, it's a choya." At this point, he feels like he's hitting the bargaining stage.

"Ah, see, but it's your choya. Perhaps you ought to set aside some gold for child support."

"Is this an elaborate prank to scam me out of my money?"

The Secondborn shrugs. "Why, I'd never."

Mael rolls his eyes. Canach smirks smugly. The former Pact Commander can smell there's something schemey going on in that man's head. You slippery hagfish, he thinks to himself, and beams the thought directly into the former convict's brain.

Nothing happens, of course, because neither of them are telepaths.

He groans and changes the topic, because he'd much rather not think about paying alimony. "Who the fuck comes up with such stories, anyway? You'd think you wouldn't get paid for straight up pulling things out of your ass, but here we are..."

Before anyone can interject, he raises a finger sharply. "Not an innuendo. For once."

"That's precisely what you get paid for at the Tales of Tyria." The other necromancer gives the verbal equivalent of a shrug. "There's some creativity involved in keeping the masses occupied with the next hot bun of a story."

At the very least "hot bun" implied it'd go stale in a day or two.

"Yes, but they should probably try to make the bait believable. Keep people guessing. At least the heart devouring allegations were," he looks for a word, because he does not want to say plausible. "...understandable, given the less savory history of dark magic."

A forbidden dark magic ritual that required banging a choya, however? That'd be new and he'd have no part of it. Not that he had any part in eating people, either, but some at least seemed into it and that kind of attention was mildly entertaining.

Supposedly, it made Snargle invent a new genre. Or, at the very least, claim it as new. Dirty plagiarizing furball.

"You're really dancing around admitting the similarities here, Commander." Canach sighs forlornly. "At least give me that much."

Wait a fucking second.

"Give you that much? Why are you so fixated on- oh no you didn't."

His bewilderment (and righteous anger) must have shown on his face, because the DW once again start absolutely howling in unison.

"I'm going to wring you out, leave you to dry and salt your corpse." The lich hisses in a borderline demonic tone, which would perhaps be intimidating, if he wasn't also currently wearing pajamas. Canach dramatically brings both palms to his mouth in faux terror before snarking in a well-practiced monotone.

"Mommy, look, my cabaret story made it to the news."

Mael, Jory, and Kas all freeze up and gawk.

"...You moonlight as a comedian?!"

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[talesoftheesun]

I refuse to acknowledge anything that happened in this volume. none of this happened. must've just been a heat induced fever dream. nope. no way.

[powermoustachebeardmatty]

I tested the markers and inkpen that my father brought me and yeah my sister drew in

[sowthetide]

Why do I feel like Quen is not self-aware enough to not completely do a Balon when it comes to the kid raised away from her?

She probably sends some letters to Torrhen, but the first time she sees him in person after puberty she's like "who the fuck are you?!" before realizing.

quen when suffering from the cycle: man parental neglect SUCKS i wish someone cared about my emotional needs...

quen perpetuating the cycle: fuck yeah i love neglecting my kids!!! 💪 😝

no but seriously she really does try her best. unfortunately, her best isn't that good 😭 she's like "i'm so much better than my father because i send my son a letter every fortnight!☝️", ignoring the fact that 1. her son is nine years old 2. she sent him hundreds of miles away to be raised with strangers 3. her children come from a mental illness dynasty and would struggle under the best possible circumstances.

[vince-linder]

[Broken] City of Dreams

And "little" writing to the piece under the cut

Half a year ago Johnny left Nightcity after all that happened in Mikoshi, with his new body, he headed down to Texas in the hope of forgetting all that happened and starting over. 

But he was back in Nightcity, back in this shithole that only could take lifes and friends away from you. He took a long walk through the busy streets, the guitar strapped to his back, before he walked up a bunch of stairs just to reach the top of the megabuilding 10, sitting down on the edge there and looking over the city, just as he and V did in the last moment before attacking Arasaka Tower. One of the last heartfelt talks they had. Johnny pulled the guitar into his lap and played a few chords, just to feel less surrounded by silence.

"Hey V. God, this is so pathetic. I know you are not there anymore, but I still have my hopes high that you may nonetheless be listening, somehow. I mean what do I know bout that whole netrunner shit."

He took a deep long breath, staring down at the neon lit city, taking a look at billboards and anything close, deep down hoping for a sign that V was indeed with him, listening to him. But as so very often, radio silence. By now V probably was just another AI ghost trapped behind the blackwall. Johnny looked down at his guitar and started to play the song he worked on lately. Just some sappy shit to get through all that happened since he woke up in Vs head. After a moment of trying to strum the chords he paused again, feeling like his thoughts were extra unfocused today. 

Maybe it was just one of those days. 

"It's been half a year since we, I, left Mikoshi and I still cannot grasp it all. Your last words still ringing in my ears and I feel like I hitted the repeat button one too many times. Still wearing your stupid face, only changed to a more me fitting clothing style. But deep down it still didnt feel like it all belongs to me. This is still your body, not mine. Tho I think, maybe one day, I get used to it.

Oh fuck V. I thought, leaving this shithole of a city behind for a bit, would help me find my peace, once and for all. But Just sitting in the countryside of nowhere in Texas made me only feel more restless, and the silence there is so fucking deafening."

Johnny closed his eyes, overwhelmed by the inner turmoil but not ready yet to just give in and sit here like a kid and cry. In the end he was still Johnny fucking Silverhand and not some pussy. He tried to listen to the sounds of the city to focus his mind again. Gunshots, shouting, loud honking, an AV just flew over his head. In the distance he could hear some song, too silent to clearly understand the lyrics, but with a soothing melody. Almost sounded like it could be some of the new songs from Kerry.

"And back here, I talked a bit to Rogue and Ker, but they both dont fully understand my struggle, they never did. Not in 2020, and not now.

 It just feels like back than and it takes my all to not just fall back into all my old, bad habits again. So far I didnt smoked nor drank once in your body, but it gets harder every day, the urges are still there. I really dont know what I should do with the second chance you gave me, V. May it would have been better if you kept the body and tried to cure the shit just. But so? We both know I just gonna waste it in the end."

Johnny flinched, the old phantom pain of his cybernetic arm was racing through his shoulder and spine, despite not being there. He stared at his, at Vs old, left arm, all skin and good. Well, synthskin since Johnny fully got the Blades in it removed. But still, it looked natural, and he knew that V never once had this weird phantom pain he knew so far too well. Johnny rubbed a few times over his lower arm, trying to sooth the not even aching muscles, but hoping that the phantom pain would vanish if he tried enough. It was always like this, in situations where he would be stressed, the arm would start hurting, or worse, start talking to him. Gladly, that part didn't start over again since he got Vs body. Somehow they both never had any problems with cyberpsychosis, despite V being chromed out like hell. A small sigh left Johnny as the pain slowly got better.

"Oh V, why did you think that would be the right idea, hu? You make me think twice with your decision of giving your life for my stupid one. Doing anything dangerous, or well, like I did in my old life, feels like I would throw away this fucking big present you made. Why did you think my life was worth more than yours, V. I dont get it. People here are missing you, and I can never take your place fully."

The guitar long forgotten on his lap, now fell down on the concrete beside Johnny, as he pulled his knees up to place his head on top. He really felt overwhelmed and his oh so strong and stoic masquerade was about to break. Johnny just wasn't used to just feel his emotions, instead of drowning them in drugs.

[2maegor2cruel]

YOU WROTE THE FEM THEON FIC?????? THEEE FIC??? ILY

i'm definitely writing A fem theon fic, but i would hesitate to call it THEE fem theon fic (of which there are thankfully many) 🙈

i've been carefully crafting an irony-sona on this blog, but secretly i am a deeply earnest person who is embarrassingly invested in their creative projects. take me away, boys!

like. theon is just such a fascinating character to genderbend. innovating ironborn enjoyers dare to ask: what if theon was a woman? what if it didn't solve anything? what if it made things worse? if i think about the greyjoy sisters too long i start punching holes in the drywall and eating the insulation.

anyway! thank you anon i love youuuuu 🫶

(also a thousand blessings upon my OG beta lukas aka @undeniablespice. they are my silly rabbit. my sweet cheese. my most beloved quenhead.)

[2nd-drop-me-safely-in-this-hell]

🔞

"Monkey Business, Part IV"

Characters:

Nicoletta "Nico" Goldstein (Devil May Cry)

Nero (Devil May Cry)

Relationships:

Nero x Nico (Devil May Cry)

Premise:

Nico and Nero need to get cleaned up after a job gets messy. They end up getting dirty instead.

Content Warnings:

Brief mention of gender dysphoria

Teratophilia (Devil Trigger sex)

Dirty talk

Rough sex

Anal sex

Cum play

Oral sex

Eating ass

Author's Note:

It's been a while!

I don't think this one is as good as the second and third parts, but it ends on a strong note in my opinion. It's a step above the first part, at least, and it calls back to it in a neat way.

The first three parts can be read here, here, and here.

Nero and Nico are both trans in this story. In Nero's case, some vague references are made to his bottom growth (based on advice from a friend). Criticism is always welcome. Also, Nero never grew back his arm in this story.

"Uh-uh!" Nico held up a finger. "Take those off, first." She commanded, gesturing to Nero's boots. "Don't want you tracking all that shit in here."

Nero rolled his eyes, but he obliged, kicking off his boots, and set them right beside Nico's, before stepping into the van.

Earlier that day, a rather large demon had appeared just off the coast of Fortuna, and while the kill itself was rather easy, extracting resources proved a little more complicated. Whatever parts the demon left behind had a very thin skin, and were full of some kind of juice. And, naturally, some of these parts broke while they were being loaded, spraying their juices all over Nero and Nico.

They loaded as much as they could into the back of the van - freezing it first, to reduce the chance of making any mess - but the pair wasn't going home before getting this disgusting smell off of them.

"So, I'm guessing you'll want to go first." Nero said.

"Hm?" Nico raised an eyebrow.

"To the shower. You want to take a shower first, right?" Nero crossed his arms.

Nico laughed. "Buddy, I sucked your dick. With your girlfriend's encouragement. I figured we were past taking turns in the shower at this point."

"Oh..." Nero blushed. "I mean, yeah, we could go together if you want. Saves hot water anyway..."

"Exactly! Now, come on-" Nico stripped off her clothes, and tossed them into the hamper just outside the bathroom. Her wardrobe never left much to the imagination, and Nero had already seen her bare ass once, but this was his first look at her nude body in its entirety.

Her build was leaner than Kyrie's. And, obviously, her skin was darker, and covered in tattoos. Neither her breasts nor her cock were of exceptional size, but the sight of them excited Nero nonetheless.

Besides, the part of Nico that captured his attention the most was, predictably, her ass. It wasn't particularly voluptuous, but it still held a very attractive shape, and it had only been made more tempting by the way Nico seemed to flaunt it. Nero could never shake the suspicion that she had been teasing him on purpose.

Once Nico's clothes were out of sight and out of mind, she turned to Nero. "Alright, your turn."

Nero took a deep breath. The only person who'd seen Nero's bare human body was Kyrie, and even then it wasn't an everyday occurrence. Even in bed, he often either stayed clothed and focused on Kyrie's pleasure, or he entered his devil form.

But, if anyone other than Kyrie had earned that trust, it was Nico. He threw off his coat and his shirt first. His musculature had grown significantly since he regained his power at the top of the Qliphoth. The only clue to the sex Nero was born with was the two scars on his chest.

Nico whistled. "Damn!"

A smile nearly escaped Nero's lips as he unbuckled and pulled off his bottoms.

Nero wasn't so confident in this part of his body, as his hips were a little more prominent than he would like. He couldn't really complain about his cock, as it had grown to an above-average size for a man like himself, but he still wished for more.

Nico grinned. "So even in your human form you're packing, huh? Kyrie's a lucky lady."

"Thanks." Nero smiled freely.

"Now, let's go get cleaned up!" Nico headed into the bathroom.

* * *

Nico was closer to the showerhead, with her back turned toward it. Nero stood just in front of her. The shower was just barely large enough for them not to be touching if they stood still. They were in a van, after all. But, the pair didn't mind being close.

They had just finished washing their hair. "'Scuse me-" was the only warning Nico gave before she reached past Nero to pick up the soap, pressing her breasts to his chest.

Nero's breath hitched. His whole body felt warm, and his dick felt tingly as it grew harder.

If Nico had noticed, she didn't show it right away. She simply coated her hands in soap, set aside the bar, and began lathering the front of her body. Watching Nico run her hands over her breasts and her legs only excited Nero even more.

Nico soon glanced down at Nero's blushing and engorged extremities, and smirked. "Liking the show?"

Nero's face was red, but he held his composure. "Look who's talking." He said, glancing down to Nico's own hardening cock.

Nico didn't respond. Instead, she soaped up her hands once again, before setting the soap aside and, without breaking eye contact, started washing her dick and her balls.

Nero just rolled his eyes, and grabbed the soap with his remaining hand. He rotated the soap, coating his palm, before setting it back down and lathering his chest and what remained of his right arm.

When Nico was satisfied with the cleanliness of her front side, she turned to rinse herself off under the showerhead. As she did, her hip brushed against Nero's crotch, provoking a yelp.

Nico cocked her head back toward Nero, and grinned. "Oops."

"Alright, that does it!" Nero growled, before entering his devil form.

Nico tilted her head. "Aw, was one little bump all it took to make you pull your trigger?"

"Don't act like you haven't been asking for it, you slut." Nero spat in his distorted voice.

"So what if I have? Are you gonna do something about it?"

Nero put his left hand on Nico's throat, not-so-gently pulled her back, and kissed her.

Nico was delighted with the length of his tongue. She moaned, and kissed him back, pressing her ass into his lap. She heard a wet popping sound, and felt something slide up her asscrack, and along her upper back. Something long, rigid, greebled, and slick.

Nico giggled into the kiss. "Was that your answer? Damn, I don't even think you'll need lube. Go on..." Nico reached down to her behind, and spread her cheeks apart. "...Don't be shy."

Nero let out a shaky breath. His hand ran down Nico's body, over her chest, then her midriff, then her waist, then her hips, then finally on the soft flesh of her ass. He gave Nico a firm squeeze, just barely letting his claws dig into her.

Nico winced. "Easy, there. You wouldn't touch Kyrie like that, would you?"

"Please. You're anything but delicate." Nero leaned into Nico's ear, and whispered. "I bet you've been wanting me to touch you like that for a long time." Nero's hand fell to his dick, and he lined it up to Nico's entrance.

Nico scoffed. "You just have me all figured out, don't you?"

"You're not denying it." Nero slowly slid his length into Nico.

Nico moaned, and braced herself against the wall of the shower.

"Ugh... Yeah..." Nero marveled at how tight Nico felt around his cock as he slid inside.

"Alright, hold up!" Nico softly cried out. "I think that's as deep as you're going."

Nero looked down. He was just over halfway inside her. "Kyrie can take more than this."

"Up her ass?" Nico retorted. "I didn't think so. That's all you're getting, so you better appreciate it."

"Never said I didn't..." Not-so-slowly, Nero started moving his hips back and forth.

"Mmm..." Nico bit her lip.

Nero maintained a slow pace as he fucked Nico. The hands of his wings latched onto Nico's hips, while his left hand felt over her breasts.

Nico laughed. "I bet you're wishing you still had two hands right about now."

"Is that your way of asking me to break out one of your toys?" Nero grinned. "I know just the thing."

Nero flicked his socket, and summoned a Tomboy.

Nico cocked her head back. "Tomboy? Not the most interesting pick, if I'm being honest."

"You might think so. But, you made it to juice up my weapons. It turns out those aren't the only tools it works with."

"What does that mean?"

"Let me show you." Nero reached down, and gripped the base of his cock with Tomboy. He could feel the power in the breaker rushing to meet the power in his body.

It seemed Nico could feel it too, judging by the noises that came from her mouth, and the way she threw her head back. "Holy sh- shit, Nero!" Her hole clenched around Nero's dick.

Nero chuckled. "How's that feel, babe?"

Nico caught her breath. "...Rigid. Like there's more than b- blood making you hard. Assuming that's even how you get hard... I ought to study that th- thing some time." Nico tried to breathe at a consistent pace, though each breath soundsd shaky. "I swear it got more slick too... I wonder if it'll make you cum more? I only have the blowjob to go off of, and you already came a lot that time-"

"You know damn well I'm not asking for your hypothesis." Nero growled. "Do you like how it feels?"

"Like it? I love it! I gotta hand it to you for putting my creations to good use. Eh, no pun intended."

"That what I thought." Nero started thrusting more quickly.

"How did you even think to use a Tomboy like th- that anyway?"

"The first time? I was actually thinking of you."

Nico cocked her head back again. "That so?'

"Yeah." Nero picked up the pace even further. The ghostly claws on Nico's hips gripped her tighter. "Thought about pinning you down and shutting you up. Tried to picture the look on your face."

Nico giggled. "As if you have the balls for something that spontaneous."

"Is that an invitation?" Nero asked.

"Don't get ahead of yourself, you're not even done fucking me here yet."

"Alright, then." Nero's left hand fell down to Nico's crotch, and he ran his rough palm over Nico's cock.

"Shit, Nero, that's-" Nico cut herself off with a moan. "Fuck, that feels really good."

"Yeah?" Nero wrapped his hand around Nico's cock, and began quickly jerking her. "How's that?"

"Oh my g- Nero, I'm gonna-" Nico whined, and then a hot, modest load dribbled onto Nero's hand. Nico hung her head, and started panting.

Nero chuckled. "Cute. Alright, now it's my turn..."

Nero's left hand returned to Nico's breasts, taking some of her cum with it. He started rapidly stroking the base of his cock with Tomboy, and thrusting into Nico more quickly.

Nico clenched around Nero, but stayed still otherwise. "That's it, pal... Let it all out..."

"There we go... There we-" Nero loudly grunted. As he kept sliding in and out of Nico, her hole was flooded with blue, viscous, luminescent fluid. This continued for a substantial moment, before it finally slowed, and so, too, did Nero.

Nero returned to his human form, and his cock disappeared from inside of Nico. His body was spotless - his devil form had a way of cleansing him - but Nico was a mess. The foul-smelling demon juice the pair had come to wash off was mostly rinsed off, but the front of her was slick with her own cum, and whatever had just come out of Nero was running down her legs.

Nero braced himself against the wall of the shower. He was panting.

Nico laughed, and she stood up straight. "That sure took it out of you, huh?" She turned herself around, brushing against Nero once again. "Was it worth it?"

"I..." Nero's face was very red. "Are you okay?"

Nico looked puzzled. "Wh- Yes! I'm fine. You did good, honey." She pat Nero on the shoulder.

"Okay..." Nero nodded. "I know I can get... Carried away..." He scratched the back of his neck.

"Eh... I'm a little sore, but you didn't get too rough."

"That's good." Nero smiled. "And you did good too."

Nico smiled back. "And believe me, if you feel like getting 'spontaneous' in the future, don't be afraid to- Shit!"

The hot water had run out, and now Nico was being blasted with freezing cold water.

"Fuck, fuck!" Nico frantically turned the water off.

Nero laughed. Her body had shielded him from the worst of it, and he easily tolerated what did reach him.

Nico scowled. "Yeah, yeah, real funny. So much for saving hot water... Shower sex is officially off the table."

"That's okay... I'm already thinking about where I'll get 'spontaneous' next time."

"Before we're going anywhere, I still need to get cleaned up. You made a huge mess out of me, and now I don't have hot water."

"Hm... Mind if I try something 'spontaneous'?"

"Nero, if this gets me even messier, I will slap you upside the head."

"It won't, trust me. Here-" Nero leaned down, and licked Nico's cum off of her own breasts.

"Oooh! Okay, I like this idea." She gently ran a hand through his hair. "Keep going, loverboy."

Nero cleaned up her breasts, then slowly dropped to his knees. "Turn around for me."

"My front isn't exactly clean, yet." Nico put her hands on her hips.

"I'm saving the best for last." Nero grinned.

Nico smiled back, and gladly turned around.

Nero licked up Nico's legs, tasting his own demonic fluids for the first time. It was extremely sour, and a little coppery.

Nico giggled. "That kind of tickles."

Nero eventually made it up to Nico's ass. With Tomboy and his remaining hand, he parted her cheeks, and licked them up and down. Finally, he slid his tongue inside of her, tasting as far as he could reach.

Nico stifled a moan. "Damn, never knew you had that kind of appetite."

Nero pulled back. "And I'm not full yet. Turn back around."

Nico obliged. Despite having cum so recently, she was already getting hard again. "Alright, bon appétit."

Nero stuck his tongue right under the base of Nico's cock, just where it met her scrotum, and started lapping up her cum again."

"Mmm..." Nico bit her lip. "You're a natural at this, honey." Her dick quickly quickly grew completely hard again.

Nero started licking up her shaft, before engulfing her cock within his lips, and beginning to bob his head up and down.

Nico moaned openly. "Attaboy..." She placed a hand on his head. "Here, widen your tongue and press it up against me."

Nero obliged, pressing his tongue up into the shaft of Nico's cock, before giving her a questioning look.

"Yeah, just like that, keep going." She gripped Nico's hair.

Nero kept sucking Nico's dick, and cleaning her off as he went.

Nico moaned again. "Alright, I'm getting close..."

Nero started bobbing up and down more quickly, and he pressed his tongue into her cock more firmly.

"Fuck, yeah, yeah!" Nico cried out as her cum shot into Nero's mouth.

As her dick softened, Nero simply pulled away, revealing it to be completely spotless.

Nico chuckled. "Damn, you didn't waste a drop, huh?"

Nero grinned, allowing some of Nico's cum to drool down his chin.

"Dang." She gave Nero a pat on the head. "Did you wanna come share that with me?"

Without a word, Nero stood again, and kissed Nico on the lips. Nico reciprocated, and the pair traded tongues as Nico's mess flowed into her mouth.

The pair pulled away, a long string of saliva connecting them for some distance before breaking.

Nico swallowed first, and grinned at Nero.

Nero swallowed second, and smiled back. "Feeling clean?"

"Not at all, but it'll do until we get back home. Try and keep your hands off of me until then, I want to have at least one more raunchy episode in my system when I see Kyrie." Nico pushed the shower curtain aside, and stepped out of the shower.

Nero just stood and watched her get dressed for a moment. He felt very lucky.

[quensty]

hello all. as u can see ur assassins failed to kill me last night so i'm back to clogging ur dash w a tag game.

i was tagged by @moondal514 (hi bestie <3) to answer 20 questions tailored for fic writers. moondal my love u will regret giving me this opportunity <3

🪿 how many works do you have on ao3?

36! i've been existing in the mid-30-ish range for a good while now. it's starting to piss me off. i post things and then get scared they suck and delete and the cycle repeats.

🪿 what's your total ao3 word count?

153,155 *pops champagne*

🪿 what fandoms do u write for?

am i supposed to list all of them? i'm not doing that 😑🤚 if ur interested ya'll can check out the list here

🪿 what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

men abort mission is definitely my most popular fic (10,856 kudos, it's deeply embarrassing). then it's your crown of thorns holds roses (5,153 kudos, slightly less embarrassing); right hand on his rifle (522 kudos, still embarrassing but at least it's much better writing); kiss me like a snapped guitar string (480 kudos); and love, war, and other exit wounds (468 kudos, which is fucking news to me. i had no idea the kudos had climbed that high)

🪿 do you respond to comments? why or why not?

i do! i like it :D i like ppl to see that i saw their comment and appreciated it. i also do it cos, like, fandom is entirely abt fan-to-fan interaction. fanfic is no different. the point is that i want to engage w other fans and TALK abt stuff. i think it's fun! i've met a lot of friends this way.

🪿 what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

100% would be altschmerz. i don't fix anything in that fic. in fact i probably make everything worse. logan still dies and he never has a proper relationship w laura and the world still sucks. and i sprinkle in some complicated relationships with latinidad while i'm at it. but i love it <3

🪿 what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

this is a difficult thing to judge cos most of my fics have happy or at least hopeful endings, but i think the fic that has the most rewarding happy ending is keep on keeping on, dean winchester. the first couple of chapters are meant to be absolute hell. but i offset that by ending the story with everyone happy and alive and together :)

🪿 do you get hate on fics?

no i am perfect <3

🪿 do you write smut? if so, what kind?

throughout all my time in fandom the answer to this has been no. but then i did this thing where i watched iwtv 2022, and my whole world shifted on its axis. so YES, i do, in fact, now write smut. occasionally. i have no idea how to respond to "what kind." it is gay sex.

🪿 do you write crossovers? what's the craziest one you've written?

ok when i first answered this question i said lifeboat, a sense8 aftg fic in 2 (if u've read it ur eligible for financial compensation), but i change my mind. most unhinged thing i've ever written is 100% between the desire and the spasm, which, i kid you not, is an all the president's men fusion, which, in case u don't know, is a movie abt watergate. WATERGATE.

🪿 have you ever had a fic stolen?

i feel like the answer is yes, but this was in my quotev days, and that site was exactly what republicans imagine anarchists want for society: complete havoc. anyway! my point is that i think i did have a case of someone copying my work almost word for word during that era, but i was 13 and it was like 250 words worth of writing so i was like whatever.

🪿 have you ever had a fic translated?

YES, i'm very happy to say! many very kind people have translated my work. i'll list them below cos they always do a fantastic job and i'm always hoping they get more recognition for their hard work:

@ghostofair wrote a spanish translation of men abort mission!

@sadluna wrote a russian translation of men abort mission!

@bloodymelonteamua wrote a a ukrainian translation of men abort mission!

@kais_room has very kindly written a russian translation of your crown of thorns holds roses!

🪿 have you ever co-written a fic before!

yes! i actually co-wrote right hand on his rifle with my bff liv (@cabeswater). she gave me a lot of ideas while i was crafting it, so it's really just as much hers as it is mine. i'm very happy w it! i would love to write smthn properly w them someday bc they're a phenomenally good writer

🪿 what's your all-time favorite ship?

this is an evil question wtf. i don't know! amara/me.

🪿 what's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

my sense8 au LMAO. i try so hard every few months to get back into the groove of it but it's a doomed enterprise i think. at this point i would have to rewrite it completely, but i don't have the same passion for it that i once did. sigh

🪿 what are your writing strengths?

i don't know. should i know that? maybe dialogue. i can't say whether i excel at it but i can say with certainty that i enjoy it

🪿 what are your writing weaknesses?

i always get impatient near the end of a long project and end up rushing the ending, which is such a shame cos i'm so talented :(

🪿 thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

in huge favor of it! i love doing that. i tend to do it when i write characters that speak spanish, and when it's done well by other writers? UGH. it makes me want to eat my phone

🪿 first fandom you wrote for?

pjo on quotev writing reader inserts ✌️ that is not a joke i'm dead serious rn

🪿 favorite fic you've written?

FUCK OFF. the real answer to this question is a fic i deleted. i loved it so much i deleted it off my ao3 so i could rework it into an original piece and turn it in for my fiction class this semester LOL. trust me though this piece was already, like, 90% my own writing and less "based" on the source material rather than it was "inspired" by it. if u compare me to those writers who made their harry styles fanfiction into published novels i will fight u. if i have to pick a fic that's still up, i think i'd pick either keep on keeping on, dean winchester or a ghost is a memory

i'm tagging @keepoffthetardis, @enterprisery, @weather-mood, and anyone else who wants to do this! if any of u actually read thru this whole thing i'm so sorry

[k1d0m3g4]

every time quen seems really really irritated and grumpy when he's growing up he's usually 1. hungry all the time and 2. hitting a growth spurt so all his joints are ACHING so from 13-19 as he's slowly getting taller when they figure out his nutritional needs he's just constantly dealing with a 5 on the pain scale. can dislocate a joint and just snap that shit back in but a papercut will take him out for the rest of the day

[sacrisomnia]

outlast trials au is so bad for quentin. taken right after surviving freddy so he's only like, 18. freddy becomes a prime asset and tunnel visions on quentin every time they're in the same trial. (that or he becomes smth like the skinner man?).

basically its like dbd but there's no infinite respawn and its the 50s. awful terrible no good time.

[put-me-out-of-my-destiny]

So, I've decided to try my hand at making a Devil May Cry OC. I'd like you all to meet...

...Slink.

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Slink's Species

Slink is a Barghest. Barghests are a (non-canonical) species of demon best known for the fact that their forms are invisible. No life form, human or demonic, can see them. Despite being effectively transparent, they can extend this invisibility to things (and people) that they find precious by simply hiding them behind their bodies

Despite their invisibility, some things can be inferred about their appearance. If you touched a Barghest, you would find that their bodies are covered in soft, thick fur. Their presence is rather large, comparable to the size of the demon Beowulf. However, they've been known to fit into extremely small spaces, suggesting that their forms are somewhat fluid. Anyone who's seen Slink bake would be certain that he has more than two hands.

Barghests in the Underworld are persistence predators, stalking prey and wearing down their defenses before striking. Their best tool for this is their corrosive saliva, harmless to organic matter, but very effective at melting weapons and armor (clothing in general, really).

Despite their invisible exterior, their innards are actually visible. When struck, they will bleed and drop perfectly visible red orbs. When a Barghest opens their snout, their sharp fangs, long tongue, and their corrosive saliva are perfectly visible. However, Slink has taught himself to speak without opening his mouth, like a ventriloquist. He can even throw his voice. Theoretically, if someone managed to skin a Barghest, they could get a solid idea of their anatomy. However, demons usually disintegrate when they die, and to skin one alive would be very difficult.

One more power that Barghests have is, effectively, heat vision. They typically use this to cook their prey once they've been caught. They generally don't lead with it because using it gives away their position, exposing their fiery orange eyes. The arrangement of these eyes seems to vary between individual Barghests, and the number of visible eyes can depend on their mood.

While the mythological figure that I named Barghests after are often depicted as canine, and I do think Slink has a lot of canine qualities, I imagine he can purr. What kind of idiot would make a monster that can't purr?

I think a Barghest's power level would be comparable to that of a Blitz. Not a boss by any means, but a formidable opponent if you don't know what you're dealing with.

Slink's Backstory

Slink was definitely the runt of his litter, not taken care of by his own, and not strong enough to fend for himself, just barely scraping by in the Underworld.

Slink came to the human world during the events of Devil May Cry 3. Rather than participating in the invasion, he chose to live peacefully and secretly in the human world, and managed to for many years. He fed on just as many humans as he needed to, no more, sometimes less. Primarily, he subsisted on the occasional humans who tried to expose or capture him, who dared to follow him when he skipped town, who refused to just leave him alone.

This lasts until he attracted the attention of an enemy he can't shake some time between the events of Devil May Cry 2 and Devil May Cry 4. A group of demons seeking to conscript him into service to some other demon king (Berial, maybe?). He decided that because he has a problem with devils, he should call a devil hunter, and ends up anonymously reaching out to Dante.

Dante took the job, and dealt with the demons who'd been harassing Slink. However, Dante didn't need to see him to deduce that Slink is a demon. Slink was afraid that Dante would kill him, but Dante assured him that as long as he lives peacefully among the humans, he has nothing to fear, reminding Slink that his own father was a demon (very similar to Dante's talk with Brad in the third episode of the animated series).

After this, Slink decided to put down roots some blocks away from Dante's shop. In part because humans already expected strange things to happen in the area, and because most demons wouldn't dare attack that location (and those who would wouldn't be after Slink). But also, Slink was touched and inspired by Dante's compassion, and had become a little infatuated with him.

Slink didn't have the courage to approach Dante outright, but after watching the shop from afar, he noticed Dante's favoritism toward pizza, and hatched a plan. He taught himself to bake, and opened his own pizzeria off the books, selling to Dante alone, and for very cheap. Slink has little use for human currency, after all. He usually just drops the pizza off on Dante's doorstep, instructing him to leave the money in its place. Dante probably does realize what's really going on, but doesn't make it known that he does. The most he'd do is forget to leave the money just to test if Slink would make a fuss (he wouldn't).

Slink never took things any farther than this, however, if anyone in Dante's circle would approach him, it would be Trish. She too is a demon living peacefully among humans, and she'd be fascinated by such a rare and mysterious species as the Barghests. She helped him come out of his shell, and introduces him to the rest of the crew, maybe even to a more reliable source of food (in my headcanon, blood sacrificed willingly from a human to a demon is far more potent than blood taken by force).

It's definitely after this point that he gets the name Slink. From who, I'm not certain.

Slink's Personality

Slink is on the shy side, and can feel self-conscious about his strength, smarts, and courage.

Slink is extremely loyal to those who've shown him compassion, and will repay that kindness to the best of his ability.

However, he can be flighty, prone to ghost if he feels unsafe or unwanted.

He's very conflict-averse in general, and would rather run from a fight than finish it. He only feeds on humans out of necessity, and will go a while without eating if he can't find a good excuse to kill one.

Devil WILL Cry. So much, in fact.

When Slink wants his friends to perceive him, he will wrap some chains loosely around his neck. He doesn't usually wear clothes otherwise, though he does wear an apron when baking.

While he started to impress Dante, he soon discovered a genuine love for baking.

Slink and the crew

When Slink meets Trish he's very grateful, once again taken aback by the kindness of a stranger (a feeling Trish knows all too well). He'd feel comfortable around her, appreciating how calm and cool she usually is. However, Slink can be a little needy, and I don't think Trish has much patience for this.

With time, Slink gets over his crush on Dante. He's still attracted to him, but he knows there isn't much of a future between them. He gets used to that feeling, having met quite a few attractive people since the night Trish approached him. Bisexual with zero game.

Lady would be apprehensive toward him at first, but she'd trust Trish's judgement, and with time she would see that he's pretty harmless. Slink would find her intensity a little scary, but realizes he has nothing to fear from her, especially when Trish is around.

Slink would appreciate Lucia's frank way of speaking, her being confident but not aggressive. Lucia would find him inspiring, a demon of the Underworld who chose to live in peace despite his circumstances.

Slink would be very uncomfortable around Nero, he finds him too unpredictable and brash. Nero is very confrontational, while Slink is very conflict-averse. Nero doesn't really have a problem with him, though.

Slink would feel similarly about Nico, though at least with her he never feels like he has to guess how she's feeling. Nico's fascinated with him, and spends so long speculating about his true form and how he conceals it. She gets a lock of his fur to examine, only for it to 'get lost' (he stole it).

He and Kyrie are actually rather alike, they're both reserved, and compromise themselves in order to avoid conflict. Kyrie wishes she was invisible sometimes.

Finally, Vergil... Much like with Nero, Slink hates not knowing what someone's feeling, and it doesn't help that Vergil's resting expression is so haughty. He avoids him whenever possible. Vergil would ask about the demonic presence he's been feeling in the office now and then, and the crew plays completely dumb, placing bets on how long it'll be before he realizes what's going on. When he finally does, Vergil thinks Slink is a coward, and he kind of is. I think part of Vergil - a certain scrawny, black-clad, poetry-loving part - would find Slinks desire to be protected by his new friends familiar.

Feel free to ask questions about him if you have any 😊.