#Blitzø needs a fucking hug

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MERCH STOLTİZ OH SAVE ME MERCH STOLİTZ-

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Helluva Boss Characters Reacting to You Asking for a Hug

Tbh this series is just for my own enjoyment at this point lmao

I’m so normal about them, I swear.

BLITZØ

Honestly, it depends on what type of relationship you have with him

Familial relationship? Best BELIEVE he’s coddling the shit outta you rn

^ def a cheek pincher

“Hey sweetie? Do you need me ta fuck someone up for ya?”

But if y’all are platonic, or SATAN FORBID

R O M A N T I C ?

Ur not getting Shit

Well, until you start crying

“You’re a fuckin’ baby, you know that?”

Very casual hugs

Always sits his chin on you

Will complain the entire time

But you both know he loves you

LOONA

“Oh shit, you good?”

She’s blunt, not heartless

Honestly pretty touched that you asked for a hug instead of just going for one

Like her adoptive dad, very casual hugs

Usually just slings an arm over your shoulders

Won’t talk to you about it

Y’all just sit in comforting silence

Don’t let anyone point out that she’s letting you touch her

Will get v flustered

Depending on how you both feel - may let you play with her hair to self regulate

MILLIE

“Sure thing, hun!”

Doesn’t matter who you are, or why you need a hug, she’ll take it

Physical affection is her top love language idc

Squeezes super super tight

Like, you can barely breathe

Gushes over how sweet you are

Will probs pepper your face in kisses too (doesn’t matter what ur relationship with her is)

((Millie is a strong believer in non-romantic kisses, she told me herself))

Will probs ask Moxxie to bring y’all a drink

MOXXIE

“Uhh, you sure you want a hug from me?”

Yes babe I’m sure

Doesn’t think he’s the best one to be comforting you - will palm you off to Millie if he can

But will be offended if anyone else says he can’t look after you

^^ Gets all huffy about it

Distraction is his new best friend

Will tell you a mixture of stories and fun facts to try and make you feel better

Will also make you a hot drink

If you want to, will talk out your feelings with you

STOLAS

Babes just blinks for a hot minute as your words register with him

Has the softest smile

“Of course, dearest. Come here.”

A hug isn’t enough for him, you’re in for a full blown cuddle sesh now

Likes the feeling of having you fully wrapped up in his arms

Forehead kisses. Forehead Kisses.

Will sometimes swaddle you in blankets like a literal baby

Hums softly for you

Tries to ask what’s wrong, will def push the subject

He just wants to fix it, okay?

Will just,,, smother you in affection until you’re okay

And then some

OCTAVIA

Judgemental eyebrow raise.

Judgy, judgy girl

Y’all gotta be CLOSE for her to hug

((But not really, she’s so touch starved its not funny, but we don’t talk about that-))

Long, comforting hugs

If u end up crying, will fix your makeup for you

Don’t mention it though

Like, literally don’t mention it or it won’t happen again

She probs just breathes a sigh of relief when y’all hugs

Holds on a little too tight, for a little too long

If you ask first, she’ll start coming to you for hugs now too

FIZZAROLLI

Baby. Baby, baby man.

Will wrap his arms around you several times over

Another really tight hugger

You had shit to do?

Sike, not anymore

Now you’re spending all day with Fizz

Your fault, you started it by asking for a hug

Is super worried about you, but tries to play it down

Will do stupid shit just to see you laugh

Will ALSO flirt with you until you can’t stand it anymore

ASMODEUS

Immediately concerned, does not try to hide it

Much like his bf, cancels all plans for today

Y’all are gonna be chilling in bed and cuddling now

Just kinda,,, scoops you up?

Definitely plays with your hair

Gives a SOLID head massage

So so gentle and sweet

Just lays you on his chest

Draws pictures on your back and makes you guess what he’s drawing

^^ he does this to help ground you

Tbh he’ll probably drag Fizz to bed too, so know they’re both looking after you

Mans isn’t gonna let anyone get left out

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Hugging Them Out Of Nowhere - I.M.P Gang + Stolas x Reader

❥WARNING: Will contain some swear words/profanity

❥Notes: Here we goooooo! Starting to write for the Helluva Boss series now. It might take a while for me to get in depth with some of the characters especially Blitz since hes a very chaotic character, but I'll try my best. There will be hints/spoilers from the other episodes in the series.

Based on last weeks episode, Blitz and Stolas deserve these hugs!!!

I will do more for the other characters like Fizz and Verosika soon. Enjoy you guys:)

Blitzø🐴

🐴Hugging Blitz was not very common at I.M.P. He was a very touchy feely with everyone at work especially with Moxxie and Millie. There were many work group hugs that he initiated with the rest of you, which was met with not a lot of enthusiasm back, well except from Millie.

🐴Finding a job was an IMP wasn't very easy since many of the work establishments used imps as either slaves or whatever paid the lowest amount since imps were on the bottom of the food chain. Seeing the silly jingle for the Immediate Murder Professionals on TV, you quickly came to look for a job and were introduce to everyone by Blitz. Blitz was.....well he was an okay boss. There were moments where he was a downright dickwad and others where he showed a compassionate side, but it wasn't commonly seen.

🐴Your relationship with him started off just being employee and boss, but it soon changed to friends as time went on. There was more to Blitz that met the eye and you had seen the sides of him that not many others saw and it made your heart ache. You doubt if even Loona knew about it and she was Blitz adopted daughter, but their relationship was kinda rocky.

🐴Sitting on the lounge couch in the I.M.P office, you jumped a bit when the door slammed opened. Blitz had walked in, but he wasn't in an upbeat mood like he usually was. His face was in a deep scowl and there were big dark circles under his eyes. He barely even reacted when Millie shouted a "Good Morning Boss" at him, as he sluggishly walked towards his office and slammed the door, leaving you and the others alone.

🐴"Umm...is he okay?" you were the only one who spoke, while the others just continued about their day. "Don't know, don't care." was the short response you got from Loona, as she sat with her legs on the desk, typing away on her phone. Moxxie just shrugged his shoulders and said that "Sir usually has moments like this and its best to leave him alone." Your eyes looked back at the door to Blitz office, contemplating if you should go and seem him. Heaving a deep sigh, you got up from your position on the couch and made your way over to the door.

🐴Looking into the room, you see that the room was dark, with small beams of red light coming from the blinds in the window. Blitz was sitting on his chair, head resting on his arms that were folded on top of the desk. Making your way slowly towards him, you called out his name softly.

🐴"UGHHHH! FUCKING CHRIST ON A STICK! CAN'T A GUY JUST HAVE SOME ALONE TI-" He stopped mid-sentence in his rant, as you had wrapped your arms around, giving him a hug. Blitz had no idea how to respond this your actions, as he stayed still, tail moving back and forth. "If you think offering sexual favors is going to increase your pay, then think again." Blitz grumbled out, but he raised an eyebrow when he heard you give a soft chuckle.

🐴"I'm not doing this for sex Blitz. I'm trying to make you feel better. I don't know whats going on with you, but I'm here if you need to talk about it." Not a word was said after that, as you continued to hold Blitz. His body was tense throughout the whole hug, but you felt him slowly relax against you. You felt something long wrap around your abdomen, pulling you closer towards him. You quickly realized it was his tail, and moved closer into the hug.

🐴After a few minutes, the hug slowly came to an end, as Blitz unwrapped his tail from you, allowing you to step back. Blitz's red irises held a bit of softness in them, as he continued to stare at you. He turned his head away, but one of his hands made his way up to your head and gave it a slight pat. "Thanks for that." he said to you, as his hand fell from your head. You smiled back and gave a small nod. Blitz then lifted his head and was wearing a large smile. "Alright time to get ready to kill some fuckers for our clients. MOXXIE! GET YOUR FAT ASS IN HERE!"

Moxxie🔫

🔫Starting as a new employee at I.M.P had you nervous, causing you to fiddle with your hands. You didn't know how the others would be, fearing they would hate you upon first seeing you. Surprisingly, they were kind people, as you were offered a huge hug from the imp named Millie and a little wave from her husband Moxxie. The hellhound seemed a bit antisocial when you saw her, but she was nice enough to give you a small head nod before going back to her cellular device.

🔫Your skills in fighting were subpar, but Moxxie and Millie were kind enough to train you. You had gotten closer to them over time especially Moxxie, but not in the romantic sense, you saw Moxxie as a big brother. You loved how passionate he was about singing and creating songs, and you adored how he soft he was for his wife.

🔫There were moments you felt really bad for Moxxie as he had to endure the nasty insults that either Blitz or Loona would throw at him. You still couldn't figure out why they kept calling him fat, like what? You were always there to cheer him up though whenever he was having a bad day, especially after having to deal with Blitz all day.

🔫Today was a bit of an odd day as a helicopter had arrived to pick up Moxxie, along with Millie and Blitz. You couldn't figure out what was going on, but you decided to stay behind in the office in case something happened and to watch over Loona for Blitz. They were gone for a while and had returned back in the afternoon, but this time Blitz was wearing a leather jacket and Moxxie was in a wedding dress? Curious you asked what the hell happened and Millie was kind enough to tell you everything.

🔫Your heart ached for Moxxie when you found out about his horrible father. You honestly wished you had gotten on the trip so you could stab his father in the face. Your eyes glanced over to look for Moxxie but he had slip away from you. Wondering where he went you followed after him. Leaving the room, you wondered out in the hallway and peered to see where he went. The last place you checked was the public restroom, so you went inside there.

🔫The bathroom wasn't the best but it wasn't the worse, since the toilets actually worked, but the floor definitely needed a cleaning and the mirrors needed replacing. You heard the sound of sniffles coming from one of the stalls and walked closer to it. Opening the stall door slowly, you looked inside to see Moxxie sitting on the toilet. He was still wearing the dress, and his legs were up on the seat, covering his face with them, as he had his arms and tail wrapped around his legs.

🔫"Moxxie?" calling out his name, you slowly entered the stall, closing the door behind you. He jolted upon hearing you call his name, removing his face from his legs, showing his tear streaked face. "Oh crumbs. Sorry I'm..I'm alright, don't worry about me." He tried to play it off that he was alright, but you can tell that his smile was forced. moving closer, you dropped down to your knees, inching closer to wrap your arms around him in a hug. No words came from Moxxie when you did this, but you heard the sounds of whimpering coming from him, as he moved his arms to wrap you in a tight hug, moving his head to cry on your shoulder.

🔫Placing your hand on his back, you rubbed it to provide him comfort as he continued to cry. It sounded like he was okay now as the sounds of his crying had stopped and his breathing had returned to normal. "What has you so upset, Mox?" Pulling away, you continued to stay on your knees to look at him. "Just....I feel so useless. I never wanted to go back to my old life, and the time I do, I finally get to stand up to my father, only to be knocked out like a weakling. I should have killed him, I could have but I didn't, and I almost got Millie and Blitz hurt because of me." "Moxxie stop!" Moxxie clamped his mouth shut, upon hearing you yell. "From what I heard from Millie, you opposed your father and even threatened him, and to me that is anything, but weak. You defended the love of your life, and told your psychopathic father to F off, so whatever negative thoughts you having going on in that head of yours, tell them to F off too."

🔫Moxxie eyes widen as he heard you talk, before returning to normal. The sad look on his face was replaced with a soft smile, as he wiped his tears away with his hand. "Haha thanks Y/N." Smiling back, you stood up from the ground and reached your hand out to grab Moxxie's, lifting him from the toilet. "Come on, lets get you out of that dress, even though you look very cute in it." A pinkish tint appeared on Moxxies face, before he yelled a "Hey!" and punched your arm, causing you to laugh.

Millie🪓

🪓Your first impression of Millie was not what you expected. You were very surprised that someone as kind and sweet as her was from the Wrath ring. The memories from your encounter in the Wrath ring gave you PTSD and you never wanted to experience that again, but Millie was making you slowly change your opinion.

🪓She was the definition of a hellish southern belle. Her country accent was adorable and the warmth she expressed with everyone was very motherly. You did see more of her violent side during your missions, but she was far from scary, badass was the word to describe it.

🪓The both of you had become two peas in a pod when you started working at I.M.P. The both of you participate in girly hobbies like going to spa trips and clothes shopping, but it did become target practice training on some days, as you really needed to improve your combat skills and Millie was kind enough to help you with that.

🪓It was very rare to see her in a depressive state, but you had seen it first hand during the mission at Camp Ivannakummore. You had just spotted Millie and Moxxie arguing about the mission and Millie running off crying, upset that Moxxie wasn't giving her a chance to shine. You weren't upset with Moxxie as it was clear he felt horrible for upsetting Millie. You told him to go do what he had to do and that you would go check up on Millie.

🪓It took a while, but you were able to find Millie, sitting behind the curtain on the stage at the camp. She was still upset as she still had tiny pinpricks of tears on her eyes. She spotted you and try to play it off, but you had run up to her and gave her a massive hug. Millie raised her hands up in shock, before looping her arms around your back, hugging you back super tight. "Are you okay?" you whispered.

🪓"I'm alright, suga. Don't worry about me." Millie said, as she tightned her arms around you more, making it hard to breathe. "Ack, can't breathe!" Millie gasped and removed her arms around, waving her arms up in the air. "Oh gosh! I'm so sorry. I forget my own strength sometimes. Ya alright?" Millie kept checking to make sure you were okay to which you responded with a thumbs up. "Moxxie felt bad about what had happened, and I'm pretty sure he's gonna come around and apologize to you. Come on, go out there and perform Millie. You gonna knock their socks off."

🪓A bright smile returned to Millie face, as she gave you another hug, yelling out Thanks, before she let go and made her way up to the stage.

Loona🐺

🐺Awkward, was the word to describe your relationship with Loona at the beginning of when you two first met. You honestly had no idea how to approach her since she seemed very unamiable with everyone, including her adopted father, Blitz. Her personality tended to shift to being very sarcastic to angry rebel, and you had no idea which one you were going to get when you talked to her.

🐺Blitz noticed your attempts to bond with Loona and it actually warmed his heart, as he did noticed that Loona didn't really have many friends except Vortex. He hatched a plan to get you two to become friends by inviting you over for a sleepover. You were happy that Blitz wanted to help, but you still felt this was overdoing it.

🐺Entering inside Blitz home, you scanned the walls, observing the pinned up photos and decor. You spotted Loona, who was sitting on the couch, who leaned her head back to look at you before putting it back up. Blitz had appeared from the bathroom, and noticed you at the door. "AH, you made it! C'mon, sit right here next to Loony!" Blitz had dragged you by the hand to the couch and made you sit down. "There we go, now the both of you are gonna have a fun bonding sleepover party. I'm gonna go out and hang out with Fizz, so both of you have fun!" Blitz said with excitement as he literally ran to the door yelling out a "BYE LOONY TOONY! LOVE YOU!" before slamming it.

🐺Now it was only two, alone in the living room. You had no idea what to do, so you just moved your eyes around the room, taking in everything. You smiled at some of the photos of Loona and Blitz, especially the adoption photo. Your eyes then move to look at Loona. She was wearing dark purple shirt that said "Fuck You Dad" and black lounge shorts with skulls on them. Loona lifted her head a bit from her phone, and noticed your eyes staring at her. "What?!" She growled out a response. Shaking your head, you stopped staring and quickly apologized. "Oh nothing, just...I like your pajamas. They're cool." Loona blinked at your response, having seemed to calm down. She gazed at her shirt, then back at you, "Um..thanks".

🐺You smiled back at her, and looked away. No one said a word after that, leaving the room in silence. "Have you heard of them before?" was spoken next to you, causing you to jump. Looking back at Loona, you tilted your head, "Um..who?" Loona pointed to her shirt, "Fuck You Dad. They are a band." "Oh no I haven't. Are they good?" Loona smiled a bit and moved to the side to grab a pair of headphones, while handing one to you.

🐺The both of you listened to the music, bopping your heads to the beat. The atmosphere slowly began to improve between the both of you, as after that you both chatted about other music genres and cool books to check out. The both of you decided to watch a movie, as you went into the kitchen to make some popcorn, while Loona put on a thriller movie to watch. After the movie, you had realize it had gotten late, and decided it was time to head for bed. You decided to sleep on the couch, as you didn't want to make the new relationship with Loona weird again if you slept in the same room. Loona bid you a goodnight and close the door to the room, as you got comfortable on the couch.

🐺You were awakened by the loud growling sounds coming from somewhere. You got up groggily and headed to where the sounds were coming from. They were coming from Loonas room, so you decided to open the door to see if she was okay. Upon entering her room, you saw her laying on her bed, hugging herself as she continued to whimper and growl. "Loona?" you walked closer to where she was, and sat on the bed, reaching out a hand to touch her. She had woken up at that, and shot up from her position on the bed, growling while baring her teeth at you. Her eyes were full of fear, and she had small tears in the corners of them. You jumped a bit at her reaction, but stayed where you were. "Loona, its me." you spoke in a calm tone, to reassure Loona you meant know harm Extending your arms out, you slowly moved towards her, wrapping your arms around her to give her a comforting hug. Loona's slit eyes had widen, signifying that she was calming down. She soon realized you were hugging her, and raised an eyebrow at you, "What are you doing?"

🐺You slowly released her from the hug and moved back a bit, to glance up at her. "I was trying to comfort you. You seemed to have had a bad nightmare." Loona said nothing, and just leaned back, crossing her arms. "It was nothing. Don't worry about it." Heaving a sigh, you uttered an okay and got up from the bed. You were stopped when you felt a hand grab yours, stopping you in your tracks. Turning your head back, you looked a Loona, who was wearing a bit of a shy expression. "Can...uh...can you lay with me for the night?" Widening your eyes at that, you gave her a soft smile back, and slowly moved towards the bed. You laid on the opposite side of where she was staying, and turned your back towards her. You felt her settle behind you, heaving out a long sigh. The room became quiet again, making you believe she had fallen back asleep, but you felt a pair of arms wrapped around you from behind. Her large tail had moved under the sheets to lay on top of you, it was amazingly soft. "Thanks." was what you heard from behind you. You smiled and moved one of your hands to pet her tail before closing your eyes, falling into a deep sleep.

Stolas🦉

🦉You were the one of the maids/butlers that resided in the Goetia Family mansion. You were newly employed by the family, so there were many things that you had to learn from the other imps, but the job was fairly easy.

🦉The inhabitants of the mansion was the Prince of the Goetia Family, Prince Stolas, and his wife and daughter, Stella and Octavia. Fear had filled you when you first saw Stolas in front of you, when you asked for a job. He was extremely handsome, and quite tall as well. His appearance was very stoic and graceful, yet it still made you feel sheepish when he gazed at you with a cold expression. He may have appeared very distant, but there was more to him that met the eye, as he hired you immediately and offered you adequate pay for your services and your own room in the mansion.

🦉He was a prince, but there were other things about him that you soon discovered during your time at the mansion. He was such a nerd, his love for exotic plants and astrology always made you smile, as you saw how at peace and happy he was when he was indulging in his hobbies. His love for his daughter was extremely sweet, always looking out for her and making sure she was safe and happy.

🦉It soon became clear that he was having an affair with someone else, given how often you caught him giggling about said person on the phone. He often referred to him as "Blitzy" and you happened to see said person or imp, when they were climbing up the balcony to Stolas chambers. You happened to hear the both of them going at it one night when Stella and her daughter were away. Let's just say that whatever was going on in there was best left unseen, but you noticed how much carefree and joyful Stolas was after, so you thought to best leave it alone.

🦉Stolas was called away very late at night for some unknown activity. Whatever he was, he was very excited and dressed to nines. He was gone for quite a while, so you decided it be best to head to bed. Your dreams were disrupted by the sounds of Stella yelling, my satan, she was such an annoying dreadful women. Getting up from your bed, you made your way over to where the sounds were coming from, and headed to one of the balcony's. Hiding away, your eyes spotted Stolas and Stella standing in front of each other. Your ears were able to pick up Stolas saying "𝒲𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝑔𝑒𝓉𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒟𝒾𝓋𝑜𝓇𝒸𝑒!" Oh my satan! He was finally asking for a divorce!

🦉The rage in Stella's voice was apparent as you heard her insult Stolas one last time, before turning away from him. You hid yourself even more, so she wouldn't be able to spot you. Once the coast was clear, you walked out and made your way over to the balcony to where Stolas still remained. His back was turned towards you, and he was leaning against the railing of the balcony, hands clutching at the feathers at the top of his head. The aching in your heart grew at his sad display. He was suffering so much.

🦉"Your highness?" Stolas jolted from his position, standing up from his regular height, and turning his head all the way back to look at you. "𝒪-𝑜𝒽 𝒴𝒩! 𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓊𝓅?" His eyes were dripping with tears, smearing his lower eyelids with black mascara. "I happened to hear you and Stella arguing." Stolas heaved a sigh, and pointed his head down in shame. "𝑀𝓎 𝒹𝑒𝑒𝓅𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝒶𝓅𝑜𝓁𝑜𝑔𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝐼 𝒹𝒾𝒹𝓃𝓉 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝓉𝓊𝓇���� 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝓁𝓊𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇" He was in front of you right now, crying, and he was apologizing to you? No no, he had no reason to apologize.

🦉"May you do something for me your highness?" you asked while walking closer to him. Stolas lifted his head and said "𝒴𝑒𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓉?" "Can you sit on the ground for me?" Stolas tilted his head at you, confused, but he proceeded to do as you ask. Now that he was level with you, you moved closer to wear he sat, throwing your arms around him in a comforting hug. "𝒪𝒽 𝑀𝓎!" Stolas let out a surprised hoot, raising his arms in shock at your actions. Squeezing a bit tighter, you continued to hug him. "I apologize for doing this, but you looked in need of a hug." Stolas grew less tense and placed his hands on your shoulders, pushing you back a bit. "𝐼'𝓂 𝓆𝓊𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓃𝑜 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹-" Stolas stopped when he saw the look on your face, basically telling him you were NOT buying what he was saying.

🦉"Its obvious to me you are not alright. You had just broken off the marriage with your horrid wife and you are staying up here, crying your heart out. What you need right now is a hug and some comfort. I understand if you are not comfortable with it and you can push me away." It all happened so quick, Stolas had wrapped his hands around you, pulling you back into a tight hug. He had lowered his head enough to where it was pushed against your chest. Sounds of sobbing could be heard and you felt your shirt becoming slightly dampen from his tears. You cradled his head against you, rubbing the back of his head feathers gently. The both of you remained in the position, with you holding Stolas as he continued to let all of his emotions out.

🦉His sobs soon came to an end, and he removed his head from your chest, but he kept his arms wrapped around your back. His crimson eyes glanced down at you and he was wearing a soft smile. "𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓀 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝒴𝒩." Smiling, you moved your hand to wipe the last of the tears on his face. "You are welcome, your highness." "𝒪𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓃𝑜 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒶𝒹𝒹𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓎. 𝒫𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒, 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝑒 𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓁𝒶𝓈." Your eyes widen a bit a that, before they returned to normal. "Okay." Stolas smiled even more and leaned his forehead against yours, thank you again.

🦉"It might be a bit late to ask this, but would you like some ice cream?" Stolas face stilled for a bit, before he broke into a hooting laugh. "𝐼 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽."

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Hey! I saw you were starting to write for Blitzø so I’d love to request something! Could you do Blitzø x fem or gn reader in which reader comforts him after he has a very bad day and reassures him about his insecurities? That man needs to let himself cry in front of someone and also needs a hug! I love him sm I need more works where we can comfort him!! 🫶🏻

SORRY NOT SORRY I SKIPPED OVER LIKE 6 OTHER REQUESTS BC I NEED TO WRITE THIS ANGSTY BLITZ REQUEST IMMEDIATELY ITS TOO GOOD IM SO- 😳🥺 I just wanna hold him…enjoy, anon~

Notes: imp!reader, gn!reader, not an established relationship but mutual crushing and pining, reader works at IMP, angst to fluffy comfort

Blitzø x reader- Bad Day 💔

Blitz had the shittiest shit day ever and was ready to fall asleep and stay asleep forever. Between feeling excluded and lonely after seeing Millie and Moxxie’s displays of affection during dinner at Ozzie’s, then Fizz and Verosika giving him shit in front of the entire restaurant and Stolas being disgustingly clingy as always, Blitz felt himself breaking down, deteriorating from the inside out. It really stuck with him when he heard a restaurant patron shout, “YOU’RE SLEEPIN’ WITH AN IMP?” when referring to him and Stolas. What an embarrassment for both of them. He already has a very low self-esteem and that comment just solidified all his intrusive thoughts- no matter who he’s with, how successful he becomes, how much money he has, he’ll always be just an imp.

Blitzø stumbled through the front door of his apartment, rapidly proceeding to Loona’s room with a small smile. His precious girl always cheers him up, even when she’s in a bad mood…which is always. At the exact moment he sees the note on her door saying that she is out at a party, his smile drops to a disappointed frown. With the upper half of his body hunched over, his arms dangling limply by his sides, he trudges over to the couch and collapses on it with a huff.

This feeling was way too overwhelming- he felt suffocated by his clothes, pushed around and beaten by his own mind. He felt defeated and had no idea how to get himself out of this state of mind. He pulls out his phone to scroll through some pictures, maintaining his lonely frown the whole time. Blitz rolls his eyes at an old pic of him and Verosika. Then, he finds himself looking at a photo of his mom, sister and him, so happy, so close. After only seconds of looking into the picture, all his feelings unexpectedly erupt from him. The tears forced their way to the surface, gushing down his red and white cheeks. His chest felt like it was gonna cave in any second now, his lungs forgetting how to breath calmly.

“Fuck…” He chokes out while tossing his phone aside and sprawling out over the couch. He couldn’t hold it in anymore. He couldn’t stop the tears from welling up and overflowing, he couldn’t slow his breaths, he couldn’t even open his eyes they felt so swollen already. He had never felt so alone before. Laying on his stomach with his wet, snotty face in the pillows, he completely lets loose. A guttural, miserable, shaky moan leaves him as he weeps, his fists clenching around nothing in particular.

Just as he sucks in a quivering gasp of air, the sound of the front door opening caused him to hold his breath and stay completely still. “Blitz?” Fuck…of all people to walk in on him during his pathetic mental breakdown, why you? He’s literally praying that you’ll just go away but he knows you won’t, you’ll keep looking until you find him. He knows this, but he stays hidden and silent on the couch until you finally walk around and see him.

“Blitz? Whats wrong? What happened?” Stepping over to him quickly then kneeling on your knees beside him, he seems to retreat even further away. Blitz scoots into the couch more, turning his head away from you as he exhales then inhales and then holds it again. “Are you okay?” Obviously, he’s not okay but he nods his head anyways. “You can talk to me, Blitz.” Finally, he lets out all the air he was holding in. “I don’t wanna fucking talk right now.” He manages to mutter out between hiccups and sniffles. “Oh…okay.” Your voice a soft whisper now, Blitz again finds his hands balled up into tight fists, his fingers digging deeply into his palms. Dammit…he did mean to snap at you.

But instead of abandoning him, you shimmy your way onto the couch next to him, one arm coming to wrap around his torso as you lay your head against his back. You can hear everything with your ear to his back- his shaky breathing, his soft whimpers he’s trying so hard to hold back. “We don’t have to talk. We can just…lay here. I’m with you, okay?” You pull him closer, his back up against your stomach as you give him a gentle squeeze.

He tried so fucking hard to conceal it, to play it off in front of you, he really did but he lost it again, crumbling apart right in your arms. After hearing the sweet words of reassurance you offered him and the way your hand was now rubbing slowly across his heaving chest and the way you didn’t leave him…he can’t help but let it all out. Blitz softly shakes against you, making your heart ache for him. You’ve seen him in so many different moods and different situations, in so many silly costumes and you’ve heard some pretty vile things leave his mouth but you’ve never seen him like this. He was an absolute mess.

Slowly and carefully, you scoot closer, fitting your knees perfectly in the back of his. With a slight hum and one hand still rubbing his chest, you close your eyes as you rest against his back still. “Is there anything I can do for you?” Softly, you speak as Blitz exhales deeply once again. “Anything you need, just say the word.” Your hand stops the rubbing of his chest as you take a moment to squeeze him again.

“Don’t leave me…” With a crack in his voice, Blitz finally responds before curling in on himself even more. “I’m not going anywhere, promise.” As you nuzzle your cheek against his back. Your reply calms him, allowing his body to finally soften into your embrace. Together, you lay like this for a while, finding comfort in the sound of each other’s breathing.

Eventually, Blitz weakly turns himself around to reveal his somewhat improved mood. His eyes are puffy and glossy but the tears had stopped. His frown is a nasty one, one of the worst you’ve ever seen him wear but his eyes show a hint of something more positive as well- a look of hope? admiration? appreciation? Now facing you and looking at your face right there in front of him, hope, admiration and appreciation all swelled within him. He felt so lucky to have you, as an employee, as a friend… and maybe you two would be more one day. Maybe more…today? Right now?

“Do you think I’m… just a stupid imp? That I’ll always be seen as just an imp?” He can’t bring himself to look at you now, eyes scanning the ceiling instead. “Do you think I’m just a stupid imp? Is that all you see me as?” You immediately reply, watching as he starts to over analyze the situation. “No, no, of course not. You’re…fucking awesome.” His eyes land on your face for a second before they shift back to the ceiling. “So are you, boss.” Blitz scoffs lightly at your words, giving you a disapproving glare. “No! Really! I mean it, Blitz.” A soft sigh comes from him and he’s having a hard time believing your words.

“It’s gonna be okay.” You say with a light hearted tone and a small smile. Gently, teasingly you reach up to his face and use your thumbs to pull the corners of his mouth up into a smile. “Awww! There he is, there’s my guy!” As you pull your hands away, a smile finds your face as you notice his smile doesn’t fall, he’s smiling for real now. It’s not a big smile, honestly it’s barely a smile at all but it’s something. It’s better than the horrible frown he had on earlier.

“You sure you don’t wanna talk about it?” You ask cautiously, not wanting to upset him anymore. “I’m sure.” His reply is immediate and short, making you stay quiet after. Instead of using your voice, you go back to comforting him physically. With one hand on his cheek again, cupping his face this time, Blitz leans forward to rest his forehead against yours. Simultaneously, you both close your eyes and let out a deep breath.

As you let your thumb trace back and forth over the skin of his cheek, Blitz opens his eyes again and takes this chance to just stare down at you, at your eyelashes, at your skin and any little scars or blemishes that decorate it, at your lips as they part momentarily to suck in a breath. Without thinking it over, he kisses you. It’s quick, not necessarily soft because he came in kind of fast but it wasn’t hard or sloppy or anything like that. It was sort of a test of the waters for Blitz. He wanted much more than a measly peck from you but he didn’t want go all in on you and scare you off or weird you out.

To his surprise, before he can get a good look at your reaction, you’re chasing his face as he pulls away. As you lean forward, a shocked ‘mmm’ rumbles from Blitzø’s throat when your lips meet his again. This time, the kiss lasts longer. It remains sweet and simple, there’s no tongue, no spit or even much movement from your mouths at all. After locking lips for a few seconds, you part to finally look at each other. Your smiles mock each other’s, both growing bigger and bigger.

This isn’t at all how either of you imagined your first kiss together. Blitz had something more rough and dirty in mind but he’s beyond grateful that you still respect him after seeing him in such a lowly position. You’re not sure what comes over him as he stares at your lips but he confidently yanks you back into him, kissing you again.

With his mouth still covering most of your own, he mumbles, “Earlier, you said anything I need and now I need you.” The kiss is deepened by Blitz carefully moving his lips against yours, both your heads tilting to find the perfect position. His hands roam up and down your back at an extremely slow pace as his mouth follows along, moving in tandem with yours.

“Yes, sir.”

And the rest of the evening is spent gently coddling and lovingly appreciating each other at such a close range. The kissing lasts so long, that eventually you’re both just lazily pecking each other on the lips over and over and over again with closed eyes and relaxed limbs. It’s nice, it’s simple yet romantic and Blitz has never felt more safe or comfortable in his entire existence.

“And if you tell anyone about this, I’ll kill you.”

“No, you won’t.”

“You’re right, I won’t. But please don’t tell anyone.”

“I won’t. I promise.”

[hazbinshusk]

blitzø x succubus!reader. you're dragged along by a friend to verosika mayday's anti-blitzø party and find yourself drawn to a certain imp as the night progresses. after blitzø's heart to heart with the hostess, he's left stewing in his own mind. when you approach him and offer to keep him company there on the balcony, he may just see you as a sorely needed reprieve from his traitorous thoughts.

anon request. 3.2k

featuring: hurt/comfort, smut, an emotionally wrought blitzø, some stolitz feels.

Hugging a plastic cup to your chest, you watch the party move around you with wide eyes. You weren’t at all surprised by the level of debauchery – hell, by Lust Ring standards this was actually pretty tame – but by the strange kind of… catharsis you were witnessing amongst some of the other guests. Sure, not all of it was exactly healthy – you were pretty sure playing pin-the-dagger-on-the-dickhead wasn’t therapist approved – but people seemed to be…

Well.

Maybe ‘moving on’ weren’t the right words for it.

But, hey, you weren’t here to judge. You’d been invited by a friend to a Verosika Mayday party, and even among fellow Succubi that was huge deal. So, that had been enough for you to put together a poor attempt at a Halloween costume and tag along for the night.

You hadn’t realized that the dress code had a different theme until you had opened your apartment door to see you friend wearing a shirt emblazoned with a crudely written “Fuck You Blitzo”. Now it was easy to tell the two groups apart by their wardrobes – those invited by Verosika herself, and their guests all dolled up in their Halloween best.

Still, decent booze, better music, and the intoxicating energy that always radiated off a group of Lust demons this large has your head spinning pleasantly, even if this isn’t exactly what you’d been expecting. You’d grilled your friend on how they’d scored themselves an invite, and honestly, it felt as though you only needed to be tangentially involved with this ‘Blitzø’ guy to score yourself an invite from Mayday.

You weren’t complaining. It beat sitting at home.

The hours pass in a blur of booze and bodies, and you’ve long since surrendered yourself to the fun. An incubus you’ve already forgotten the name of has you pressed against the wall, his tongue in your mouth and his hips flush against yours. You can feel him hard against you, the energy swirling through the party spurring you on. You hook one hand in his belt, the other slung over his shoulder, still holding your half-full cup. He doesn’t seem to be worried about wearing the contents, and his lips move to the side of your throat, his stubble teasing over your skin.

You hum happily at the sensation, rolling your hips into his. An incubus isn’t going to feed you those happy-vibes as much as a human soul could, but even without the power rush your own excitement is an addictive sensation. The incubus grazes his teeth over your collarbone and you gasp, eyes opening lazily.

You cast your gaze across the throng of dancing bodies and upward, following the line of the stairs to the balcony above. A figure wrapped in what looks like a stained tablecloth sits up there alone, feet dangling over the edge. You find yourself staring up at them for a long moment before you feel yourself pushing the other demon away.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’ve gotta go,” you tell him, only semi-apologetic. “Sorry.”

He shrugs, taking it in stride the way only an incubus can, and you step past him to wander up the stairs. Coming to a stop beside the figure… an imp, you realize… you hesitate for a moment.

“Mind if I join you?”

You can barely make out the shrug of his shoulder and you take a seat beside him, swinging your legs out over the edge of the balcony. Discontent is just radiating off of him, and you bite your lip.

“Y’know… you might be the only person here who out even less thought into dressing for the theme than me,” you joke gently. You’re wearing a barely-there dress made of thick black threads woven together to emulate a spiderweb. It left the matching set of black lingerie clearly visible underneath, the hem ending a few inches above your thigh-high boots. “Are you supposed to be a… ghost or something?”

The imp doesn’t answer, and you bit your lip against the sheer awkwardness. You could just take him blowing you off in stride and leave, but there was something so… magnetic about the guy. You take a sip of your drink, holding out the cup in offer.

“You want some?”

There’s a pause, then he reaches out from under the tablecloth to take the cup, his claws brushing against your fingers as he does. He throws back the rest of it, sighing and letting the cup drop from his hand to the floor below, heedless of anyone it might hit. “…Thanks.”

“Sure,” you say, tucking hair behind your ear. “You, uh… don’t seem to be having fun. Did… you know this Blitzo guy?”

The imp is silent for a few moments, his voice barely audible. “He ruined my fucking life.”

“I’m… I’m sorry.”

The imp glances your way, stiffening for a second as he studies your face. “I don’t… did Blitz fuck you over, too?”

He has nice eyes.

You shake your head. “Got invited by a friend. And I don’t think they really knew the guy either. Hell, half the people here are like that from what I can tell. Honestly, this whole thing feels kinda… fucked up.”

The imp stares at you for a few more moments, and there’s something weighted about his gaze. You swallow, fingers tangling in the webbing covering your stomach. Then, he casts his eyes down over the crowd, and he tenses.

“What’s wrong?”

He seems to struggle to decide whether he wants to tell you. You follow his gaze and spot the Goetian Prince you’d heard sing earlier in the night, currently being spun around the dancefloor by an Incubus you’ve seen at parties in the past.

“Ah.” you say. “An ex?”

He nods, almost pitifully. Still, his fists clench against his thighs, an outward show of irritation. Possessiveness.

The two of you watch the couple laugh and dance for a while, and you fight the urge to reach a hand over to him as he growls quietly when the incubus kisses the prince’s neck.

Instead, you swallow, raising your voice over the crowd again. “Hey… did you drive?”

“What?”

“Did you drive tonight?”

He nods, eyes still glued to the Owl Prince.

“…D’you think you could give me a ride home?”

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The two of you ride in silence, all the way back into Hell and down into the Lust Ring; you only speak up long enough to give him directions to your apartment. His claws are wrapped tightly around the steering wheel, hard enough that his knuckles are pale. His jaw clenches and unclenches, and after a while you reach out over the messy seat of his van to touch a calming hand to his knee.

The imp glances down at it, almost surprised, but his jaw stops tightening.

He comes to an abrupt stop outside your apartment building, mounting the curb and narrowly missing the bench bolted to the footpath. You unbuckle your seatbelt, the awkward feeling hanging between the two of you like so much smoke.

You should end it here, let him take himself home and drink away his troubles or smash shit or send his ex a barrage of texts over what he saw tonight. It’s not your business and you don’t owe the guy anything. So, why instead do you hear yourself say: “Hey, um… d’you want to come inside?”

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On any other day, Blitzø might have scoffed at the idea of a shy succubus, one that treads lightly around his feelings rather than just asking or seducing him into a rough fuck, but tonight he just follows you into your apartment quietly. He still wears the tablecloth like a security blanket, but you don’t comment on it.

Instead, he takes a seat on the couch as you pour the two of you a drink of Asmodean whiskey. It’s not as strong as Beelzejuice but it’s marketed as a nightcap, and it feels more suitable in this moment than a party drink. It burns his throat when he downs half of it, his fingers wrapped almost too tightly around the glass.

You try to make conversation, voice stilted and quiet, and he offers you brief responses that float away like debris in water. All he can see in his mind is Stolas’ happy, carefree smile as that incubus had held him in his fucking arms, and Blitzø just needed his brain to stop.

“You wanna fuck?”

You stop midsentence, caught off-guard.

“I…” you give a surprised, breathless laugh. “I’m… you want to…?”

“Fuck,” he nods decisively. He feels like he should be leaning into you, fixing you with bedroom-eyes or at the very least be speaking in a huskier tone but instead he just sits there, a matter-of-fact. “Now.”

You seem to consider him for a moment before you reach up, and he stiffens as you touch the edge of the tablecloth.

“Depends,” you say, pushing the cloth back away from his face. “Do I have to fuck a ghost?”

He chokes on a laugh despite himself before you lean down to kiss him. He meets your lips almost hesitantly, and it isn’t until later that he realizes that this is the first time he’s kissed someone other than Stolas in months. Your kiss is different, softer and more tentative… there’s no urgency behind it, none of the desperation that’s usually tied to a scheduled fuck. It leaves him cold for a moment, uncertain, but then you cup his cheek gently and slide your tongue into his mouth and he feels warmth bloom in his gut.

He kisses you back, claws curling in the threads barely covering your thigh as the tablecloth falls off him completely. The feel of it sliding over his back makes him shiver, and he wraps his other hand around the back of your neck, tugging you closer and deepening the embrace.

You taste of the sweet nectar of Beelzejuice and something tart like cherries, and he groans, low and reedy into your mouth. The sound thrills you, sends a shudder through the very middle of you, and you scratch your nails over the base of one of his horns.

Blitzø almost purrs at the sensation. “Fuck…”

He inhales sharply as you trail your hand down from his face and over his chest and further… you urge his jacket down off his arms and he shrugs it off, taking your face in his hands. His teeth catch your lip and he tastes the metallic hint of blood, his cock stirring as you whimper needily in response. His eyes roll back behind the lids as you finally palm his cock, squeezing the bulge in his pants as you break apart to catch your breath, forehead bumping against his.

He barely gives you a chance to steady yourself before he’s pulling you in again, because as long as he’s feeling this, feeling you, those whispers in his brain can’t be heard. You’re a balm against the poison of his mind, and Blitzø finds himself torn between the idea of laying you out and pounding your ass into the mattress or splitting you open over his lap.

Blitzø grabs at you, clutching at your hips, your breasts. “Fuckin’ piece of—”

You giggle as his claws tangle in your dress, pulling away to tug it off over your head. Tossing it aside, your breath catches as the imp buries his face against your chest, licking and nipping at the swell of your breasts. He sucks at a nipple through the cup of your bra, and you dust kisses over his horns and his forehead as his fangs graze the hardened point through the silk. He reaches up to tug the cup down, his claws drawing lines against the soft swell of your breast, dark red against the cotton candy color of your skin. He seems to admire the marks for a moment before he brings his mouth to your breast again, curling his forked tongue around your nipple and sucking hard.

The way you arch against him is the closest Blitzø will ever understand as poetry, and he decides right there he needs more of it, pulling you into his lap. You straddle his thighs obediently, grinding yourself once, hard over his crotch. He snarls at the feeling of it, wrapping your hair around his hand and dragging you back down into another kiss, his other claws clutching at a handful of your ass.

The imp’s touch is hot and rough and amazing, so good you’re almost surprised you’re not sucking up a supernova worth of soul energy from the demon. He encourages you to ride his lap with a tight grip on your thigh and your ass, his tongue sliding almost languidly into your mouth.

You unbuckle his belt with practiced ease, lowering his zipper and wrapping your fingers around his erection. The imp groans into your mouth, bucking into the warmth of your hand. You squeeze the base of him with every downstroke of his cock, bending down further to dust kisses over his cheek and the side of his throat. Your teeth graze his collarbone and he curses, claws flexing so hard on your ass that you feel them prick your skin.

“Fuck me…” he groans, and you kiss him again, bracing an arm against the back of the couch beside his horns.

“That’s the idea,” you say breathily and he swats your ass with the spade of his tail. He begins to roll his eyes at the joke but the gesture melts away as you take hold of his wrist and lead his hand between your legs. The imp takes the hint immediately, and you moan quietly as he tugs your underwear aside and slides his fingers against your clit.

“Oh, shit…” you murmur, riding his hand slowly. The imp presses kisses to your chest, reaching behind you unclip your bra. You shrug it off, letting out a drawn-out, broken moan as he guides his cock into you. “Fuck…”

“Fuckin’ Christ…” he agrees, head falling back against the couch. Bracing both hands against the couch on either side of him you corkscrew your hips slowly over his until he bottoms out inside you. He surprises you by leaning up to kiss you again, and you let that linger as you begin to move against him.

You ride the imp’s lap slowly, reveling in the way every inch feels inside you. He thrusts up into you every time you lower yourself again, claws claiming your thighs, just above the top of your boots.

He watches you with wide eyes, his gaze dropping down over your near-naked body before always returning to your face. You shudder with the way he feels filling, stretching your cunt, pushing your hair out of your face so you can press a kiss between his horns.

The way he’s watching you is more intoxicating than anything else you’ve sampled tonight, and when slips a hand between your legs to play with your clit you keen, head falling back.

Blitzø stares at the column of your neck as you tighten around him, your cum dripping down over the base of his cock. He feels your tail wrap around his calf, feels your cunt squeeze around him, and he closes his eyes tight.

The flash of feather and glowing red in his memory makes his brow crease, and he runs his hand over your waist, your thigh, reminding himself of the soft, smooth expanse of your skin. He thrusts up harder into you, retaking your hips to encourage you into a more brutal pace.

You let out an ‘uh’ every time he hits that spot inside you, and he’s cursing and groaning and you palm your breast and squeeze. There’s a furrow between his brows and you can tell he’s trying to hold out, to make this last. His hands are so tight on your hips you’re sure that you’ll bruise, but you don’t care, circling your clit with hurried fingers as you bounce on his dick.

“Yes…” you moan, sparks igniting up along your spine as he angles his hips just right. “Oh, fuck, yes, Blitz!”

“Kiss me,” the imp says just as your second orgasm crests. “Please… fuck. Kiss me.”

You take his face in your hands and bring his lips back to yours and he moans into your mouth as he cums inside you, hands gripping roughly at your shoulders. You keep kissing him until you feel him relax, breaking away to dust soft, slow kisses to his cheek and between his eyes. His hips bump up into yours a few more times as he finally comes down, his chest heaving.

He freezes as you bump your forehead against his and pulls back to meet your eye. “You… how the fuck did you know I’m…”

You raise an eyebrow, the beginnings of an amused smirk playing on your lips. “Your ex is the Goetian Prince and they were kinda burning you in effigy at that party… I took a gamble.”

Blitzø chuckles, the sound half torn between amusement and self-deprecation. “Fuck…”

“Well, hey,” you shrug. “Maybe I’ll have earned an invite of my own to next year’s big Halloween bash.”

He groans, rubbing his hands over his face.

“I’m kidding!” you laugh, taking hold of his wrists and dragging his hands away from his face. “I’m only kidding, I swear!”

He raises an eyebrow at you disbelievingly, and you smile softly, reassuringly.

“Seriously, Blitz. I mean, I don’t really know you, besides the whole…” you gesture down to where you’re still straddling his lap. Your thighs ache slightly with him still inside you. “… y’know… but I didn’t bring you home with me thinking I was going to ‘fix the asshole of honour’.”

“You didn’t?”

“Nope.” you shake your head at his skepticism. “I learned a long time ago that no one expects monogamy from a succubus. And I’m fine with that. I do better without the strings attached. But,” you continue, grinding your hips slowly over his once and making the over-sensitized imp groan in the back of his throat. “I also know you looked like you could use a break from the self-hate for a little while.”

His gaze drops, and you skim a finger down his cheek and under his chin to tilt his face back up to yours.

“Seriously. We’re good here.”

Blitzø sighs, letting his head drop back against the couch. “So, I don’t have to worry about you bitchin’ about me to your friends after this?”

“With dick that good, nah.” you joke, grinning when he snickers despite himself. “Look, I think you clearly need to figure out what’s going on between you and the Prince that’s got you all… how you are. But I also think that if you wanna stay the night, that’s fine too.”

“I don’t…”

You dip your head down to kiss his cheek before he can formulate an answer.

“Maybe don’t answer that offer while you’re still inside me.” you tease, and he smirks weakly, his hands squeezing your hips. You climb gracefully off his lap, unabashed by your disheveled appearance – mussed hair and smeared lipstick, wearing only latex boots and underwear stained in both your cum. “I’m going to shower. And I promise, I won’t be offended if you’re gone by the time I get out.”

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To your surprise, he isn't.

[theodorequartz]

[ His Companion ] Hazbin Hotel Various x Male Reader

Chapter 1: Naturally

Third person POV:

" RISE AND SHINE, MY BABY'S! ITS ANOTHER FUCKING DAY! ~" Blitzø yelled, kicking the door down.

Loona groaned and hid her face in her pillow. Meanwhile, a beautifully handsome male sat up, his hair still slightly messy, making him look more on the cute side.

" Morning, Blitzø..." The male yawned.

" Good Morning! Love of my life~" Blitzø said winking and finger gunning the male. Which was replied with a chuckle.

The male sat up and got to the bathroom to get ready. He walked out to see Blitzø in the floor with his face smashed to the concrete, it created dents from the force. He also saw Luna walk away grumbling.

He chuckled slightly and walked to Blitzø to help him up.

" Thanks for letting me stay for the night, Blitzø. I really appreciate it. " The male said softy with a gentle smile.

" Heh. No problem, babe. In fact, you can stay forever if you want~ ACK-!!! " Blitzø got hit by an empty alcohol bottle in the head. The male blinking in surprise.

" M/n's not your damn boyfriend, Blitzø! Stop fucking clinging to him everytime! " Loona screamed from behind the door, it's glass shattered because of the object thrown in it.

M/n chuckled and picked up the broken glass, cleaning the floor after helping Blitzø up again.

" No worries, little pup. Blitzø's behavior is totally okay for me. Everyone needs some affection now and then, do they? Especially since your work is full of violence. " M/n said also picking up pieces of little shard glass in his head, giving it a soft pat after.

Blitzø purred and his tail curled to a heart.

" Aww, n/n~ you're soo good to me~ " Blitzø said, hugging the male's legs and rubbing his head in M/n's waist.

M/n laughed in response and pat Blitzø's head once again.

Loona gagged at her dad- ahem. Adopted dad's words.

" Well, I'll be off then. I still have work to do. I'll see you both next week?" M/n said as he took his belongings and put his coat. Blitzø sighned.

" You know you can just work for me, right? Just ditch whoever your boss is. I'm better!" Blitzø loudly expressed his discontent.

M/n just sighned and shook his head gently. Taking Blitzø's hands off his hips and straighten his coat. " I'll see you soon, Blitzø, Loona. Stay safe, both of you, alright?" M/n said smiling.

Blitzø grumbled but nodded his head and turned around to pout. M/n chuckled and patted his head once more, nodding to Loona as she waved him goodbye.

M/n walked out the door and walked to the loud, chaotic street. Stabbing, shooting, drugs, drunks, killing, destroying, more killing, fucki- he turned away his head from that one.

He bumped on someone making him stagger. The other, however, fell down to their ass, and they didn't seem happy about it.

" Oh. I apologize, sir. Are you alright?" M/n asked the fallen demon, reaching out his hand to help him. The demon slapped his hand away, however, in rage.

" WATCH WHERE YOUR LOOKING AT, DUMBASS!!" The demon screamed at his face as he got up, holding his tie.

" Now, now, dear sir. No need to sort this out on violence." M/n said calmly, not affected by the situation at all.

Some demons watched the commotion. Others just glanced and walked passed by them, as if it's an everyday occurrence. Which probably is since this is hell and all.

The demon was about to shout at him again but stopped and looked at him up and down and smirked.

" Well, I guess we can take this matter on a not-so-violent activity~" the demon proceeded to grip M/n's arm and pulled him to an empty, dark alley. M/n didn't resist, he didn't have to waste his strength on a soon-to-be corpse.

The demon turned around and pushed him to the wall. The demon smirked and licked his lips, walking towards M/n with a lustful look in his eyes. M/n simply stood there, hands on his back, like a butler.

Not even three steps from the demon he broke out screaming.

Blood rushed out of his eye sockets. He gurgled as his tongue was cut out of his mouth.

As the demons body fell down in pain, a demon, dressed in all red. Red hair fading to black, two antlers and ears resembling that of a deer. A cheshire smile on his face. His eyes glitching. He filled the alley with sounds of static, that of a radio.

The Radio Demon. One of the most powerful sinners of all hell. He's mere presence can make anyone piss their pants, run off, hide, and be on their full guard.

But M/n is not anyone. He merely smiled and put his hand in his heart, bowing slightly.

" My lord." M/n said in a soft voice, a greeting for his master.

The radio demon. Alastor. Soften his cheshire grin to a relaxed smile. He twirled his staff in his hand and walked towards his companion.

" M/n, my dear! I'm sorry for the late arrival, just some business with the big boss! " Alastor said in a voice much like a radio host in a broadcasting radio. It's oddly charming. For M/n, at least.

The statics had gone down after M/n's voice was heard. It was as if the noice had gone to stop abruptly just to hear M/n's voice. To hear it clearly. The demons cries had gone out to, probably passed out due to the pain or Alastor made him pass out due to how loud he was being.

" His highness, Lucifer? " M/n asked as he walked forward, closing the distance between him and the deer demon.

" Precisely, my dear. Well, we didn't really have time to finish because" Alastor glanced at the passed out demon. His eyes dimming.

M/n blinked.

" My lord, you did not have to cut your time from such an important task to a simple cause as this." M/n said. " I could have just handled it."

Alastor turned his eyes to stare at his once more. He closed the distance, he lowered his head and caressed his companion's face. Just as the day they first met, his cheek was soft and felt pleasantly cold, chilly in his hands. His thumb glazed to his cheek as M/n leaned to his hand.

" I'll always choose you above everything else, my dear." Alastors words warmed M/n's heart. It itched and filled up his soul.

M/n sighed, content. He raised both of his hands towards the other's face as well, cupping it. He leaned his forehead onto his and closed his eyes.

" You're too good to me, my lord."

Alastor chucked and closed his eyes as well.

" Naturally. "

[hellaversity]

Mastermind was so good.

I knew I.M.P. would close down and the office building would crash into pieces. I predicted the episode before it came out.

I was not expecting Satan to be gigantic. He's terrifying and ruthless, I love it. He makes a great antagonist.

Vassago had no interaction with Stolas or Blitzø, further debunking the love triangle theory. Good.

Andrealphus keeps calling his sister hot. Are we sure this guy is really gay?

The sins are back, I loved Mammon's antics and Bee's defense of Blitzø + throwing those dildos at Mammon, she's a queen I love her so much. Wish Ozzie had more lines, though.

Did we seriously get cameos from Verosika and Fizzarolli?

Stolas to the rescue, fuck yeah. AND DID WE FINALLY GET A STOLITZ FACE TO FACE DUET??? OMG FUCKING YES AM I SCREAMING AAAGGGHHH

We finally got to see Octavia again, this time with Stella. I was not expecting them to hug, but that evil smile told me that Stella has ulterior motives.

Blitzø and Loona bringing Stolas to their apartment for comfort was never something I knew I needed. Blitzø bathing Stolas and kissing him goodnight was so adorable OMG

FANTASTIC EPISODE I LOVE IT SO MUCH

[robingoetia12]

I Love You, I’m Sorry

Despite the fact their communication had improved, Blitzø still had his walls up and Stolas didn’t know how to get his boyfriend to open up. But god damn it, he had to try.

Or where Stolas has no idea of the pain Blitzø is hiding and tries to get him to open up, but aren’t drunk words sober thoughts?

Tags: Stolas and Blitzø have made up, Stolas is a worried boyfriend, Blitzø is traumatised, no smut, angst with fluff, mentions of alcohol problems, Blitzø misses his mum, Cash Buckzo is a prick, mentions of abuse

Chapter 1

After Stolas had finally pulled his head out of his cloaca, he and Blitzø had a long talk and finally sorted the shit out in their relationship. Now things were absolutely amazing between them.

Blitzø spent most nights at Stolas’ palace and he even brought Loona with him so she and Via could spend time together. Everything was perfect… Almost.

Despite the fact their communication had improved, Blitzø still had his walls up and Stolas didn’t know how to get his boyfriend to open up. But god damn it he had to try.

Blitzø was never late back to Stolas’. Ever. Every passing minute of the clock and every coffee refill only caused the prince’s mind to increasingly fester with worry. His thoughts kept flashing to every worst possible scenario of what could’ve happened to Blitzø. As his thoughts travelled to the possibility of Striker kidnapping him, the door swung open.

In stumbled Blitzø, clearly drunk. Stolas sighed in relief and walked towards him then crouched to the imp’s level to meet his yellow eyes that were fixed on the floor. “Darling. Where were you? Are you okay?”

Blitzø, unusually silent, wrapped his arms around Stolas’ waist. Stolas hugged him back but then felt him shaking in his grip and then heard quiet sobs coming out of Blitzø’s mouth, the tears soaking the owl’s feathers. And then the frantic mumbling started.

“I’m sorry…”

Stolas tried to pull Blitzø back so he could look at him properly but Blitzø clung to him tighter, his voice rising and cracking more.

“No momma! Please I’m sorry.”

Stolas froze up. Blitzø had never mentioned his mother or any of his family before. “Darling-”

“Mom please! I love you, I’m sorry.”

Stolas knew he wasn’t listening and was too drunk to focus so he scooped his boyfriend up and tucked him into their bed. He headed out to get him a glass of water to sober him up. What he heard next nearly made him drop the glass.

“Dad please don’t! It hurts!”

Stolas nearly let out a hysterical sob but covered his mouth to stop himself so it came out as a quiet, strained cry. He could see that Blitzø had fallen asleep but then heard one more murmur from him.

“Please, I’ll be better… I just want to see Fizz…”

Stolas got into bed next to him and reached out for Blitzø’s spikes on his back and could still feel the shaking from his body and Stolas noticed how he wrapped his tail around himself. He rubbed his back gently to try and soothe him. “I love you darling…”

He couldn’t sleep after that. He kept tossing and turning, desperately trying to figure out what Blitzø went through and how he could help him but thinking about what it could possibly be made his stomach churn.

How did he not notice?

How did he not realise how affected he clearly was by whatever happened to him?

How could he help him open up?

Blitzø woke up the next morning, head pounding. He fell back onto the bed dramatically. “Ugh… I drank way too much last night, fuck…” He turned his head and saw Stolas clinging to him, still asleep. He smiled softly and stroked his feathers and went to check the time and saw it was 9am.

Shit.

He needed to be in the office in 15 minutes. He gently extracted himself out of Stolas’ arms, being careful not to wake him and jumped off the bed seeing his jacket hung on the back of Stolas’ door and pulled it on. Stolas sat up and blinked like a frog, groggily observing Blitzø rush around. “Darling? Everything okay?”

“Yeah… I need to go like now. We have a client who wants us to kill their target in some bullshit way so I gotta go.” He explained whilst opening the door.

Stolas followed him, red dressing gown on and holding the glass of water. “Do you want something to eat before you leave?”

Blitzø turned around. Despite the fact he and Stolas were a couple he still wasn’t used to being cared for. He was used to people leaving him…

“What? Uh no thanks it’s fine I’ll pick something up on the way.” He pulled his keys out of his pocket as he got to the front door. Stolas gently pulled him back.

“Will you at least drink this before you leave? You came home very intoxicated last night. It’ll do you some good.”

Blitzø rolled his eyes and took the glass. “Fine…” He downed the entire thing and then placed on the nearby table. Stolas was still frazzled from last night. He desperately wanted to hold Blitzø and protect him from anything that might hurt him again.

Stolas quickly spoke up before Blitzø left. “You’re coming home tonight aren’t you?” Blitzø looks up at him, holding his keys. “Yeah. Sorry ‘bout last night, can’t have been fun to put up with me shit faced.” Stolas bent down and hugged him, mumbling about how he didn’t have to apologise. Blitzø snorted slightly, hugging him back. “Christ on a stick, someone’s all lovey dovey this morning.”

Stolas pulled away and kissed the imp softly on his lips and pressed his forehead against his. “I love you darling…” Blitzø smiled and opened the door. “Love you too, ya dork.” He left and sped away in his van. Stolas sighed heavily as the van disappeared. His heart was in his chest, he didn’t know how to help Blitzø.

But he would do whatever he could to keep him safe and happy.

No matter what.

A/N: Proof read by my sister @charliewalkersgf (she doesn’t even like Helluva Boss so she’s been forced into it lmao 🤣) and thanks for the people who replied to a post I made about the dialogue!! You all were very helpful and creative!!! Hope you enjoyed the fic!!! More chapters to come!!

[bleucaesura]

WTF - Part 1

“What. The. FUUUUUUUUUCK?!”

Blitzø threw his head back and screamed.

Blitzø stood at the bottom of those stupid steps looking up at Stolas’s fancy fucking palace.

Full circle. They’d come full fucking circle.

Except this time Stolas had taken the grimoire back and stolen something from Blitzø instead.

Blitzø grit his teeth and tried to breathe through his nose to calm his breathing. He clenched a fist in his shirt at his chest, nearly tearing a hole.

Calm the fuck down… You can’t go back in there guns blazing… Not if you want - The fuck DO I want?…

He counted to ten.

That’s all his body would let him wait before his legs were carrying him stomping up the steps, whether he was ready or not.

“STOLAS!” Blitzø stormed in through the front door and screamed for Stolas from the empty main foyer. “STOLAS! Get your feathered ass DOWN HERE and FACE ME!”

Stolas appeared at the railing at the top of the stairs that ascended from the foyer to the second floor. He stood stoic, frozen, clutching the railing as if it were a lifeline.

“I don’t want you here, Blitzø.” Stolas sniffled.

Blitzø could see he was still crying. He felt his guts twist and his rigid stance started to deflate. He’d come ready for a fight, for words to be had… But he hated to see Stolas cry.

“Look… I’m sorry.” He took a step forward, reaching out a hand up toward Stolas. He was trying to approach him as if he were a frightened animal. He was so petrified to scare him away. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I said goodbye.” Stolas turned to walk away. “And I meant it.” He raised a hand. And Blitzø just knew he was about to be swatted away again like a fucking fly.

Oh no you don’t, BITCH!

“Don’t. You. Fucking. DARE, STOLAS!” Blitzø screamed.

Stolas froze in his tracks. His hand fell to his side; chin to his chest.

“This isn’t how fucking arguments work!” Blitzø yelled. He took a few tentative steps forward. Stolas didn’t move.

Satan fucking dammit!

“You’re supposed to fucking fight BACK!” Blitzø stamped his foot. Stolas was like a statue.

At least look at me… FUCK!

Blitzø clenched his teeth and growled.

“You don’t get to just drop a bomb on me, get angry at how I react in the moment, when you don’t GIVE ME A FUCKING MOMENT TO THINK!” Blitzø stood at the bottom of the stairs now, glaring up at Stolas, who still hadn’t moved, nor looked at him.

“And THEN! Just DECIDE that you KNOW how I feel - when I haven’t had a fucking chance to think about how I feel.” He took a few steps up. Stolas had flinched at that and now hugged himself. But he still stood in place.

“And THEEEEEEEN fucking THROW ME OUT without letting me fucking SAY anything!” Blitzø was almost at the top of the stairs. Stolas hunched into himself. Blitzø couldn’t see his face anymore.

Not being able to see his face made his stomach drop. He felt his anger dissipating. He needed to see his face.

“Especially…” Blitzø stepped onto the second floor and took a few steps until he was within arms reach of Stolas. “Without giving me a proper chance to apologize.”

Stolas jolted upright, startling Blitzø. Still clutching his arms, hugging himself tightly, Stolas turned his head slightly to peek at him over his shoulder.

Tears were streaming down his face from all four eyes.

Blitzø fought back his own tears and reached out a shaking hand.

Stolas flinched and turned away from him.

Blitzø pulled his hand back as if he’d been stung. It felt like all the air had been sucked out of his lungs.

“Why are you here, Blitz?” Stolas’s voice cracked. “You made it clear how you feel.”

Blitzø bristled.

“For FUCK SAKES, Stolas!” He stamped his foot indignantly, clenching his fists at his sides. “How the FUCK could it be fucking CLEAR how I feel, if I haven’t even had a fucking chance to FEEL my fucking FEELINGS YET?!”

Now that made Stolas turn and look at Blitzø; eyes wide with surprise and pain.

“You fucking FINALLY look at me properly.” Blitzø sniped. He instantly regretted it and curled into himself.

Blitzø could see Stolas’s rage begin to rise off of him like a wave of heat.

Alright. Here we go.

Blitzø squared up. He was ready for this fight.

Stolas clenched his fists at his sides and bent in half at the waist, so his face was right in Blitzø’s. His eyes glowing a burning red. Blitzø was totally not thinking about how close their faces were. How close Stolas’s mouth was. Totally not thinking about how much he wanted to kiss that mouth. Yup. Definitely not.

Blitzø swallowed the lump in his throat.

“I’ve wanted you to look my way for SO long, Blitzø.” He sneered angrily. “I’ve tried SO hard to give you space, the freedom to choose to see me or not these last few months. Always hoping you’d - just ONCE - choose to spend time with me because YOU wanted to.”

“But you NEVER did.” Stolas’s bottom lip quivered. He stood up and turned his face away. He began to cry again.

Blitzø’s stomach was in knots. All he wanted to do was reach out and touch Stolas. But he felt so far away. So out of reach.

But also… FUCK HIM!

“How the fuck was I supposed to know you wanted me around, Stolas?!” Blitzø snapped back. He dug out his phone from his pocket and swiped through their text history.

“I mean, look at this shit, Stolas!” Blitzø shoved the screen up toward his face. Stolas turned his head slightly to look back at Blitzø, then down at his phone screen.

“You ask me if I’m coming by, I say yes, but then you get all-” Blitzø started to imitate Stolas’s voice and waving his other hand in the air, “ ‘Oh if you don’t feel like it I’m suuuuuure I can do without it for one month’ ”

Stolas turned to face Blitzø completely and glared at him disapprovingly.

“Then a fucking smiley face?!” Blitzø looked up at Stolas. “So like. What the fuck am I supposed to think? Do you want me there or not, bitch?!”

Stolas flinched back. His eyes were wide with shock. He reached out hesitantly.

“Of COURSE I wanted you-”

“You shrugged me off for months, Stolas!” Blitzø cut him off.

Stolas jerked his hand back, clutching it to his chest. His eyes swam with tears.

“You made more and more excuses for why I ‘don’t have to’ come by.” Blitzø could feel a lump forming in his throat.

Fuck. Not now.

He cleared his throat and averted his gaze.

“So I don’t know what you fucking wanted from me, Stolas. You gave me nothing but mixed signals.”

Blitzø just let the words hang in the air. They stood in silence. He felt drained. Feelings were so fucking hard.

“Blitz…” Stolas said quietly; his voice shook. “I never meant to confuse you.”

Blitzø peeked up at Stolas. He was worrying his hands at his chest, looking at the floor.

“I wanted you to choose me.” He mumbled, not looking up from the floor. “Not because of the deal. But because you wanted to.”

Blitzø heaved a heavy sigh.

“Fuck, Stolas.” He palmed his face.

Stolas looked at Blitzø. He was pinching the bridge of his nose and scrunching his eyes closed. His other hand was on his hip, jutted out to one side. Stolas definitely didn’t think it was sexy. Nope. Not at all.

“Why didn’t you just fucking say something?” Blitzø rubbed his temples, his eyes still closed. “You don’t have to fucking TEST me, Stolas. Make me jump through hoops and shit…”

“I wasn’t!-” Stolas cut himself off before he yelled at Blitzø. He took a deep calming breath. He hadn’t tested him. He hadn’t!… Had he?

Blitzø looked up at him expectantly; lips pursed, eyebrows raised.

Shit… I did…

“I didn’t realize I was testing you, Blitz.” Stolas hugged himself and averted his gaze. “I didn’t mean to.”

He peeked at Blitzø. “I hope you believe that…”

“Fuck…” Blitzø threw his head back and groaned at the ceiling. “I don’t know WHAT to believe, Stolas.”

***

[bearw-me]

Can you please do Loona x Male Vampire Sinner Reader? Thanks for your time!

no problemo anon! my first loona request eeeee!

𝐈 𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐓𝐨𝐨 — 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝐇𝐜𝐬

𐐒 includes : loona x male!reader, blitzø mentioned 𐐒 cw : fluff, mentions of biting/blood/cannibal town/death/killing, i swear as per usual 𐐒 summary : just little imagines with loona and her cool new boyfriend + vampire!reader doing vampire stuff 𐐒 note : i had creative freedom w this request and i RAN with it

Loona loves your teeth, like 'it makes you look hot'

Loona saying her teeth are bigger and smiling just to tease you

if you were comfortable, she'd one day, awkwardly ask you if she could see your fangs (they are so sharp it has her blushing)

you make her nervous/scared, in a very good way, like her hands never know what to do when she talks to you or where her eyes should be

is it disrespectful to be staring at your lips so intently?

if you catch her, she looks away really fast

as her boyfriend in general, her tail always starts swishing back and forth when you're around (especially if you were in the dating stage of a relationship)

I think she'd like 'romantic bad boys', and when she thinks of a vampire she is obviously adoring you from head to toe (talk about gothic fantasies coming true!)

isn't fazed by blood (i mean her dad's a paid murderer. . . she's a paid murderer. . .) but don't try to hug her of kiss her with that stuff on you

but god would she think you'd look so fucking sexy with that shit!

is afraid to introduce you to her dad, Blitzø, so she just doesn't. . . she can wait and keep things casual before you're introduced

texts you all night like a love-sick puppy

and it feels easier for her to text you how she feels in the moment (although she is an honest person)

im loving this hell-hound/vampire dynamic btw guys (fic???)

you remember the spring-break trap her and I.M.P did on spring break? she'd do that for you too if you needed a little drink

plus, i think she'd find it attractive if you killed someone for her, and to think you'd be jealous someone else wanted her too afterward

an extremely loyal person/girlfriend

you literally make her heart melt, and god if it doesn't get on her nerves

(as we've seen) loona's very socially awkward at first, especially if she really likes you

romantically speaking, you'd have to make the first move or she'd stumble into it herself

likes your style (if we assume vampire!reader is typical vampire)

Loona's literally a love-struck girl, like just gleaming at you with soft eyes all the time, you'll just catch her staring at you with the most innocent smile in all of hell

'love-bombs' pretty much overload her brain

(vampire!reader can turn into a bat) she'd find it really cute, especially if you stayed still so that she could get a good look at you

(sleeping upside down also has her heart doing little flips) and she takes a picture to have on her phone (you probably wouldn't know it even happened either)

date w/ loona in cannibal town

the sun wouldn't be an issue in hell, so she'd have the liberty to see you whenever she wants right?

[pipsqueakparker]

hey, how y’all doing, i been thinking about blitzø and fizz again 😌 (over the past 2 years I’ve rekindled 2 really important friendships after major falling outs - it lends to a lot of my blitzfizz feelings..)

what if it’s actually almost too easy for them to fall back into how they were before the fire? 15 years is a long time, the fire was a huge trauma for them both… but are they really that different? at their core? especially when they’re with each other? they’re both surprised by it, too.

but one day they decided to watch some bullshit on voxflix & they’re huddled together on the couch in fizz & oz’s huge fucking lounge, watching this huge fucking tv, and it’s all a little bizarre because the last time they watched something together they were huddled over a phone screen, tucked away from prying eyes (ie Cash) somewhere in the back of the tent. now they’re in their 30s, sharing a luxuriously soft blanket that probably cost more than their circus tent, but fizz’s head just naturally falls onto Blitz’s shoulder just like it did when they were 16 - and everything fell away except for the teenage versions of themselves just happy to be together again.

fizz has never been touchy save for with very few people, and that really only got worse with time and fame and Mammon - the first time blitz casually put his arm around him, he expected to feel like crawling out of his skin, but the gesture was so warm and so familiar and so comfortable he immediately sank right into blitz’s side.

they had a rhythm to their friendship, they could reach other with a single look - they had to, growing up there was so much they couldn’t say out loud, but they both understood. the looks are the same, even if they don’t know the specifics anymore. fizz recognizes the lines under blitz’s eyes, the slightly downturned corner of his mouth, the way his smile doesn’t reach his eyes - these were once tells of a fight with Cash, bad news about Mama Buckzo, or some other bullshit that Blitz didn’t deserve. it’s the same for fizz, blitz still knows when he’s uncomfortable by the way his tail winds around his ankles, knows he needs a distraction by the way his voice wavers. neither of them even notice how much they’ve pavlov’d themselves to the others needs until blitz starts complaining about something - fizz isn’t even fully listening, but he hears the shift in blitz’s tone, and he immediately wraps his arms around blitz, his tail winding around blitz’s own, and it stops blitz mid-sentence.

“what are you doing?”

“..hugging you.”

“why”

“… it sounded like you needed it?”

and ofc, he did. fizz always knew. fizz would always know.

and their moments alone are probably the easiest because they could just pretend they’re young again, pre-fire, pre-fall out, pre-everything going wrong.

and blitz can hold fizz close and pretend that this was how things worked out actually, that he never caused the fire and they did get to keep growing up together, and this was the future they deserved.

and fizz would soak up the casual affection & attention - not that he didn’t get enough from ozzie, not that he feels like he’s missing anything from his relationship with ozzie… but blitz was everything to him once, the first person to ever hold him like this, the first person to know him. no matter what, blitz was the first friend fizz ever had and the first man fizz ever loved. and it’s so easy to remember what it was like when they were together. and maybe half of the thrill was that they were sneaking around and trying to be subtle,

but the other half was that blitz understood fizz on such a deep & intimate level it felt like no one would ever understand him that way again.

and honestly no one has. because blitz doesn’t have expectations, he never did. fizz was never a commodity to him. and he knows ozzie doesn’t see him that way, but it’s hard not to feel it. it’s hard not to think about whether he’s actually worthy of ozzie’s love & time - but he never felt that way with blitz. there was no question, they were on equal footing from the beginning, just two traumatized circus kids. and it’s just nice to just be.

anyway i hope them becoming friends again is as healing as it can be for them.

also in my personal hc, fizz is very open about all of this with ozzie, and ozzie does his best to understand - they don’t play any jealousy games.

[chaifootsteps]

You know what? This is for the Stan x Blitzo fans. I want to piss them off. Emberlynn x Blitzo

XxX

Blitzø sighed as he saw that cat nightmare once again yelling at his window at three A.M.

Christ on a stick, did this bitch ever give up?! She had been stalking him for up to a month now and he was at his wits end with this Sinner who couldn't take a hint that he wasn't interested in her. Sure, she was cute in a cat way, he guessed, but her creepy and obsessive personality made her unbearable to be around.

It reminded of a certain horny owl....

No. He's not going there. He's already tried killing her, she keeps coming back, and he's tried hiding. It was time to do what he was afraid to do. Talk to her.

He slunk down his apartment's stairs and came out the back. Emberlynn was belting a love song in his honor while holding a sight that said, I'd die for you again!

Jesus.

"Emberlynn!" Blitzø called out and the girl squealed and tried to hug him as he walked toward her but he sidestepped the bitch before she could touch him.

"Look. Can we sit over there?" Blitzø asked, pointing to a bench. She nodded eagerly, thanking him for finally giving her his attention.

Once they sat down, she tried to kiss him but he pushed her away.

"Look. I'll be fucking blunt," Blitzø began. "I want to ask you a question and I want you to answer honestly. Do you actually like me?"

"Of course I do, Blitzy-kun! You're my soulmate, my dark prince, my—"

"No. I mean really. Do you like me or the idea of me?" Blitzo gestured to his demon attributes, swishing his tail for emphasis. "Would you like me if I wasn't a demon?"

Emberlynn paused as if she was trying to come up with a way to answer but all she could do was stutter. "I—I...uh—"

"Look. Emberlynn, I'm not flattered by any of this. You have to know this. It's creepy and stalkerish, and the fact that I had to kill you a couple times should tell you something."

"....."

"I need you to understand that you need to stop trying to get with me. Stop trying to live out your monster fucker kink. Please." Blitzø looked at her and he saw that she was uncharacteristically quiet. "Emberlynn?"

"Have I really been that bad?" She said softly.

"Yes." Blitzø. He wasn't going to sugarcoat this.

"Oh....." Emberlynn stood up. "I'll...leave you alone now." She walked with her sign and threw it away. She didn't look angry with him but she also didn't look happy.

Blitzø sighed in relief. That went better then he expected.

1 year later.

Blitzø finally felt like his life was doing something good for him. Stolas was out of the picture, apparently letting imps borrow something like the spell book got him cut off from everything that was Goetia. His daughter thrived under her new responsibilities and even had grown closer to her mother. Stolas took what little he had and left for Satan knows where but it was far from him.

Blitzø sighed as he looked through his bills until he came across a letter that was pink. Curiouse, he opened.

Dear Blitzø,

I'm sorry for stalking, harassing, and generally being a terrible person to you. You were right. I only liked you as a fetish. I didn't like you for you. I don't even know you. But, I would like to. You have every right to throw this away and ignore me, but I would love to have coffee this Saturday. If you don't want that, just ignore me and throw it away. This will be the only letter I'm sending anyway. If for some reason you're interested, then you can find me at Starrlucs. On 666 St.

- Emberlynn

Blitzø blinked. Well. That was unexpected. He thought long and hard. Should he go? She sounded sincere. Maybe.

Oh, what the hell. He was in a good mood and he had no other plans Saturday. It might be interesting.

[onetoomanyfandomfixations]

Hi! I was wondering, if you are taking requests can I request reader taking care of Loona and/or Octavia like a mom or smth?

I dunno man I just want like… wrap them in my arms and tell them that sometimes shuts fucked but they’ll be okay

@idontreallyexistyet I’d love to!!

-

Loona & Octavia with Maternal!Reader

LOONA

Loona would be SO hesitant to accept you as a mother figure in her life

Like, it’s pretty well known to everyone that she was left at the shelter as a kid

So she didn’t have a parental figure until Blitzø

And as begrudgingly grateful as she is for him - he’s not always the best option

Enter you

You’ve worked at I.M.P as long as Loona’s been there

You’re the one who keeps everyone on track, and keeps them safe - patches them up once jobs are over

At first, Loona thinks you’re just doing this to get on her good side

And then she thinks it’s just because you pity her

But - eventually the hellhound realises that you just actually care

She subconsciously starts gravitating towards you

Sitting next to you in meetings, etc.

And on one really shitty day, she just breaks

Loona snaps, and you end up taking the brunt of the outburst

When you usher everybody else out of the room - she becomes even more defensive

But when you open your arms, and whisper “cm’ere honey, what’s really bothering you?”

She Caves.

In seconds, the usually sharp-tongued hellhound is blubbering in your arms, explaining how shit of a day she’s had

Now, she goes to you before it reaches that point

Sometimes, she slips and calls you mum

But you both pretend it doesn’t happen, for Loona’s sake

If she ever needs a hug, or to talk something out - you’re the first person she calls

Don’t tell Blitzø

OCTAVIA

Although Via has a mum already, they don’t exactly have the best relationship

Alot of the time, the owlet feels as though her mum only uses her as a pawn against her dad

At least Stolas tries

So when her parents hire you to help with her schooling - she can’t help but feel brushed off yet again

But slowly, the two of you build a relationship

You’re not like her other tutors

You’re passionate, and you let her go on tangents about astronomy whenever it’s even a little relevant

You’re patient, and you understand things in a way Via can understand

Over time, Via starts opening up to you, telling you about her parents - how their fighting affects her

And you comfort her

But, she’d always sort of assumed they were just kind words

So one day; when her parents storm in fighting yet again - she’s caught off guard when you stand up from the table

Even more so when you tell them both in a firm voice and a withering stare that they needed to take their arguments elsewhere

Because they were making Via uncomfortable

So when her parents finally leave

The teen can’t help but run over to hug you tightly, whispering a quiet ‘thank you’

[maisy-the-little-lamb]

Safe and Sound

Plot: One fateful day changes everything for everyone.

TW: Abuse

Listen to these songs while reading this ^^

Co-written with @yourneurodivergentlady

Edited by @ramona-quinn

This takes place during the episode, Mastermind.

Maisy had finished cleaning the mansion (with Stolas and Via's unprompted help) and was watching TV with Stolas. The Goetia was flipping through the channels when he stumbled upon a trial that was happening live at the Court of Seven Sins.

Stolas and Maisy were horrified that Blitzø and the I.M.P. were there, and the boss was about to be executed.

"Oh, my Lucifer! What are they doing?!" Stolas gasped as he quickly dashed out of the room and created a portal, transporting to the court.

Maisy tried their hardest not to panic. They didn't want Blitzø to die. He was her second caregiver.

Blitzø would sometimes watch over her when they regressed and whenever Stolas was busy with royal duties or the palace greenhouse. The imp loved Maisy to bits! She was like a second daughter to him whenever it was tiny.

However, when Stolas and Blitzø had a huge fight one night, Maisy hadn't seen the imp ever since.

Now, the sheep was watching Blitzø about to be beheaded on live television... all just for doing his job...

Maisy then began to worry for Stolas. Maybe he could reason with Satan not to kill Blitzø? What if Satan doesn't listen? What if he orders for both Blitzø and Stolas to be executed?

Octavia had come into the room to check on Maisy. Though she didn’t it admit out loud, she had come to care for the sheep. They were like a sibling to her.

Maisy ran up to Via and hugged her legs tight. They needed to be a big sheep, even with all of the chaos going on.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Octavia asked.

The teenage Goetia had turned to see Stolas appear in the courtroom and save Blitzø from having his neck chopped off by the reaper. The prince confessed that he gave the grimoire to Blitzø. He was then thrown to the chopping block while Blitzø (who was begging him not to go through with his punishment) and I.M.P. free.

“No…” Octavia gasped in disbelief, turning to run out of the room.

Maisy just stood there, frozen in terror. She was about to lose Stolas... her caregiver... the one who helped them cope with the abuse it suffered from his ex-wife.

"No, no-no-no..." Maisy thought to herself as she turned and saw Stella hugging a sobbing Octavia. The mother had an evil grin on her face.

Maisy immediately sprinted to their room and slammed the door behind her. The sheep began hyperventilating as tears threatened to pour down their eyes.

This all couldn't be happening...

Why couldn't this all be a bad dream that Maisy could wake up from?

Octavia had gotten past her mother and hurried after Maisy. She was worried about the little sheep. Coming to a stop outside their bedroom, Via knocked.

“Maisy, are you alright?”

Maisy couldn't take it anymore, no matter hard they've tried to keep things under control. The sheep immediately felt their headspace drop. They began crying while Octavia quietly opened the door and shut it behind her.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay...” Via soothed as she hugged Maisy. The princess patted their back. She had seen her dad care for Maisy before, so she knew the techniques he would use.

“Is it okay if I pick you up?”

Maisy hiccuped and whined and nodded their head.

So, Via picked Maisy up and settled them on her hip. If it wasn't for their small height and weight, this probably wouldn’t be possible. Via was gravely concerned about her dad, too, but she needed to stay strong for Maisy.

All of a sudden, there was a banging sound at the door. Stella swung the door open, causing Maisy to panic.

"What is all of this?" Stella asked angrily.

“Maisy was just upset, and I was comforting them,” Via answered as she held the little sheep protectively.

"Well, she needs to stop it and get over it. I don't know why you're picking your servant up and holding her like a fucking baby."

"Maisy's not a servant; they're my friend!"

Stella looked around Maisy's room and sneered in disgust.

"Are you fucking three or something? Why do you have all of this shit?" Stella questioned Maisy as she picked up a nearby box and opened it, revealing a good amount of pacifiers. "Do you seriously use these things? You really are a baby, aren't you?"

Maisy's face turned red and was on the verge of crying again.

"What? Are you gonna cwy because I huwt your feewings?" Stella taunted. "Do you need a paci so you'll feel all better?"

“Mum, stop! They're not hurting anyone with this stuff! They’re young at heart, and there's nothing wrong with that,” Octavia replied again. She hoped she wasn't doing her friend a disservice.

"That little scoundrel is 20 years old, for fuck’s sake! She should be acting her age!"

"They do act their age, Mum! They clean the palace under your fucking demands! They have put up with you being so horrible to them, making them do difficult chores even though she's the same height as a literal toddler! You don't even give her a thank you in return, so piss off!"

Via tried to move away from her mother in hopes that it would help Maisy. However, Stella stopped her and snatched the sheep out of her arms.

"I think now that Stolas is gone, I think there needs to be some major changes around here, starting with getting rid of this fucking brat,” Stella smirked as she began to take Maisy out of the palace. "You are a baby, after all. You're basically too young for such a big girl job."

Maisy pleaded with Stella, but to no avail. She opened the doors, stormed down the steps, and threw them out until they landed at the entrance gates.

"Go anywhere that’s not here. I don’t give a fuck if you’re in a box on the street. You and Stolas are nothing but goddamn burdens to the Goetias."

With that, Stella returned to the palace and slammed the doors shut.

Maisy felt like it was going to cry again. They had nowhere to go, and no one to turn to.

Unless...

Blitzø was still alive! He'd know what to do, wouldn't he? He and Loona had an apartment.

Maisy began scouring her pockets for her phone. Thank Satan she had it in her apron pocket, and it wasn't completely dead.

The sheep dialed Blitzø's number.

------

Blitzø had just led Stolas in his apartment when his phone began to ring. Picking it up, he saw that it was Maisy calling, and he answered it.

"Hello?"

"Baa, baa ('m need help...)," Maisy replied. "Baa-baa, baa ("S'ella th'ew me out...")…”

His eyes widened. Leave it to that bitch to throw a defenseless being out of the palace.

“I’ll be right there,” he promised, glancing back at Stolas.

The Goetia was staring off into space, still scarred from his punishment from Satan and the fact that he would never see Octavia for a century.

"Hey, Loonie? Can you keep an eye on Stols while I'm gone? I gotta get Maisy from his place," Blitzø requested.

The hellhound nodded. "Sure, Dad."

Blitzø left the apartment to go pick up Maisy.

------

Maisy sat at the entrance gates of Stolas' former mansion. They hiccuped as she wiped her tears away. They were told by Blitzø to stay where she was. She soon saw the I.M.P. van drive around the corner.

Blitzø stepped out of the van immediately. “Hey, kiddo. You okay?”

The imp came over to them and crouched down. Maisy immediately hugged him as tight as they could.

"Baa ("'m thought I never see you again.")," the sheep sniffled. "Baa-baa, baa-baa-baa ("Mr. Mama's gone, and S'ella kicked me out, and I can't see Via an'more...")."

Blitzø hugged Maisy back, gently rubbing their head.

“I know, I know. It’ll be okay. Mr. Mommy's at my apartment,” Blitzø said.

Maisy's eyes widened.

"Baa ("Mr. Mommy's okay?")?"

“Yeah, he’s fine. Let's get you out of here."

The imp scooped Maisy up and carried her to the van. He placed them in a car seat that he had for whenever she came over to his place.

He brought them back to his apartment. As they were driving, Maisy got a text from Via.

Are you doing okay?

Maisy texted back.

'm okay. Bubba Bitz's tak me to his pace.

That’s good. I love you so much and I'm glad you're safe 🩷

Lov you too 💜

Mommy's okay too

He's not dead after all. He's at Bubba's pace.

I get Mommy to call you so you can say hi :)

That’s great, Maisy. I hope I see you again soon! :)

The van stopped at a red light. Blitzø grabbed his phone and started texting Loona.

Everething ok at home?

Yeah. Stolas hasn't budged. Poor guy must be really broken.

I went on ahead and DoorDashed a few things for Maisy. Should be here soon.

Thanx honey :)

I'll be rit there soon

------

Blitzø and Maisy arrived at the apartment. When they got inside, the sheep ran over to Stolas and gave him a huge hug, overjoyed that he was alive and well. When she looked up, however, Stolas didn't even move. She also saw that he was covered in food and garbage.

“He’s not very too well right now, Mais…” Blitzø told her. “Why don’t we start gettin’ you ready for bed? Did you have dinner yet?”

Maisy shook her head.

"I can fix them something if you want, Dad," Loona offered.

Blitzø nodded. “If you can do that while I get Stolas' bath ready, I’d appreciate it. Thanks again for DoorDashing stuff for Maisy while I was out.”

The imp took Stolas to the bathroom.

"Whatcha in the mood for, kid?" the hellhound asked.

Maisy looked down at the floor and twiddled their hooves, unsure of what they wanted.

"I can make a grilled cheese if you want. Dad told me you like those."

The sheep nodded.

"Alright, I gotta get some clothes for your mommy to wear first and I'll fix you some grub."

Loona walked into her room while Maisy looked at the bathroom door, worried about the state of Stolas.

Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Blitzø had settled Stolas into the tub and was cleaning him up.

"Here we go, here we go," Blitzø said comfortingly. "Here you are; some nice agua."

Loona knocked on the door and Blitzø opened it. She offered him a fresh pair of pajamas for Stolas to wear. After Blitzø took the clothes with a grateful expression on his face, Loona headed over to the kitchen and began making a grilled cheese with some yogurt-covered raisins on the side for Maisy.

Blitzø walked out of the bathroom a few seconds later and saw Maisy struggling to climb on the couch.

"Need help, kiddo?" the imp asked.

Maisy nodded. Blitzø lifted them onto the couch.

"Baa ("Will Mr. Mommy get better?")?" Maisy asked.

"Of course he will," Blitzø assured them as he placed her on his lap.

"Baa-baa? Baa ("Why was he covered in food? Why is he sta'ing here?")?"

The imp sighed sadly. He wished he didn't have to tell the truth about what happened, but he knew that he shouldn't lie.

"Your mama was banished by Satan for a long time, sweetie. It means he can't be a prince for a while. He had food all over him because some people weren't being very nice to him after the trial."

"Baa?! Baa-baa! Baa ("Why?! Mr. Mommy's the nicest Mommy ever! He even saved you!")!"

"Not everyone likes him, Maisy," Blitzø said as he ran a hand over her ears. "That's sadly part of life. What matters now is that you and him are safe."

Loona came over to the living room with Maisy's dinner.

"Baa ("T'anks, Loona.")," Maisy thanked.

"No problem, kid," Loona smiled softly as she gently ruffled Maisy's hair and walked to her room.

While the sheep ate, Blitzø looked through his phone and saw the news about he and his team survived the trial. There was even some people texting him about wanting to work at I.M.P.

Stolas came out of the bathroom with the pajamas Loona provided. Blitzø helped Maisy climb off the couch so Stolas could lay there.

"Thank you, Blitzø," Stolas said once he laid on the couch.

"Thank you, Stolas... thank you for saving my life," Blitzø replied as he covered the Goetia with a blanket.

"Always."

Blitzø looked down at Maisy, who was almost finished eating. He then looked out the window. He was about to say something to Stolas until he saw that he was fast asleep. The imp smiled and kissed him on the cheek.

There was a knock at the door. Blitzø opened it and saw the supplies Loona ordered.

"Baa ("Wha's t'at?")?" Maisy asked as she saw Blitzø carry the stuff inside.

"Just some necessities for little you," he said.

"Baa ("Why?")?"

"Mine and Loona's clothes are too big for you."

As Blitzø pulled out the supplies from the bags, Maisy's mind began to replay what Stella told her a few hours ago.

"Are you fucking three or something? Why do you have all of this shit?"

"That little scoundrel is 20 years old, for fuck’s sake! She should be acting her age!"

Maisy felt her hoof being gently picked up and held in someone's hand. They looked up and saw that Blitzø had a concerned look on his face.

"Is everything okay?" Blitzø asked.

Maisy nodded in denial.

"I won't get angry with you. You can tell me what's going on, but you don't have to if you don't want to."

Maisy looked down at the ground and muttered, "Baa-baa? Baa-baa-baa ("Am I dumb for bein' little? Am I dumb for nee'ing this stuff?")?"

"No, baby. Whoever told you that is out of their mind," Blitzø said.

"Baa-baa-baa ("S'ella tol' me t'at stuff... she said I'm a bur'en...")..."

The imp wrapped his arms around Maisy and comfortingly rubbed their back.

"You are not a burden. You're not stupid for needing this stuff. Stella shouldn't have said those hurtful things about you. She's just stubborn to the nth degree. You're always gonna be safe here to regress. Your regression isn't hurting anyone at all. You're always gonna be Stolas' baby. You're always gonna be loved by him, me, and Loonie. And you're definitely gonna be loved by Mills and Mox whenever you want to meet them. Let me tell you, Mills absolutely loves babies!"

Blitzø planted a kiss on Maisy's forehead. The conversation made the sheep feel a little better.

"Come on, let's get you ready for bed."

Blitzø grabbed a Pull-Up and the pair of flower-patterned pajamas out of the bag. He also grabbed the pink toothbrush from there and carried Maisy to the bathroom.

The imp started the tub and got Maisy undressed. After confirming that the tub water was perfectly warm, he grabbed some bubble bath soap and mixed it in. He placed Maisy in the tub.

Blitzø then grabbed a horse-shaped sponge, some shampoo and conditioner, and some rubber horse ducks. Maisy tilted their head as he gently dropped the duckies into the water.

"Baa ("Why are the ducks horses?")?" Maisy questioned curiously as the imp poured in some bubble bath and mixed it in the water.

"They’re horse ducks. They're half-horse, half-duck," Blitzø replied.

"Baa ("T'at's silly.")."

"It is silly, isn’t it? Can you count how many horse duckies there are?"

Maisy counted four ducks.

"That's correct!" Blitzø praised as he began washing Maisy. "You're so smart!"

Once Maisy was clean, Blitzø dried them off with a fluffy pink towel and dressed her in pajamas. As he was brushing Maisy's teeth, he noticed that her eyes were fluttering sleepily and she was dozing off.

"I think someone's getting tired," Blitzø cooed as he rinsed the sheep's mouth out.

Maisy looked up at him and nodded while rubbing their eyes.

"Why don’t you go potty real quick, and you can go night-night?"

Maisy nodded as Blitzø installed the toilet cushion to the seat and walked out of the bathroom. He gently closed the door so she could use the toilet.

Once Maisy did her business and washed her hooves, they let Blitzø carry her to the couch and lay them on top of Stolas' chest.

"Baa ("T'an' you, Bubba.")," Maisy yawned.

"No problem," Blitzø said as he played with Maisy's hair. "You can thank Loona in the morning. She ordered the stuff for you."

Maisy nodded their head as Blitzø pulled a pacifier out of the DoorDash bag.

"You want a paci?" the imp offered.

Maisy was about to say yes until Stella's voice began ringing in their head again.

"Do you seriously use these things? You really are a baby, aren't you?"

The sheep shook their head and snuggled against Stolas' chest.

"That's okay. You don't have to use it if you don't want to," Blitzø reassured as he set the pacifier off to the side and covered Maisy up with an extra blanket.

The imp started to gently rub Maisy's back to lull them to sleep. He knew that there was an extra mile on the long road of healing not just for Stolas but also for the little lamb.

Within a few minutes, Maisy fell asleep. Blitzø kissed their forehead and plopped down on the beanbag chair in the corner of the room. He gazed out the window, watching as fireworks lit up the sky in jubilation of his and the I.M.P.'s survival.

Everything will be okay in the end, Blitzø just knew it.

Taglist: @nottapossum, @shhtickerbook, @satansagereranch, @nostalgiclittlespace, @mama-angel-dust, @yourneurodivergentlady, @small-duckie, @ask-princess-rory

[hellsbeenbettersincehesplit]

@zestapple

(og post for context)

Ask and ye shall receive! (Aka I’ve been looking for a reason to yap abt them lol also this got away from me so most is under the read more)

Ok so. On Cherri’s end, this is a month after the final battle. Her enemy turned ally turned sort-of-crush kissed her and died, and he wasn’t reforming and she’s worried he never will. Her best friend, Angel Dust, is still clean and avoiding violence. She knows damn well that their old activities weren’t aligned well with redemption, nor were they what’s best for either of them. That doesn’t change the fact that it feels like she’s being left behind with everything else Angel is leaving in the past. He tries to make time for her, and it’s nice, but it’s just not the same as it used to be. Also, he’s trying to get redeemed and go to Heaven- where Cherri won’t be. In summary, she knows she’s losing him, or at least will eventually. She’s lonely and reconsidering all of her priorities, and thinking about if she should stay at the hotel.

On Blitzø’s end, he’s reconnected with Fizz but his sister still wants nothing to do with him. He’s caught feelings for a prince of Hell that he’s sure only wants him for sex. His daughter is distant at best. He still hates himself. 

Both of them have self-destructive tendencies, violent occupations, and have been shown relying on sex and drugs as a coping mechanism.

So. Stolas has dissolved Angel’s contract after roughly 5 minutes because Valentino misspelled a couple crucial words. At this point, Stolas is talking to Charlie about helping more sinners. Cherri is elated for Angel, and he looks so happy and free. She hugs and congratulates him, and it’s great. And while they’re sitting at the bar to celebrate and Angel is flirting with Husk, she hears Husk ask the angsty imp bodyguard if he’s sure he can handle his liquor, and the imp responds with something about out-drinking Gluttony herself.

Interesting. Cherri could vibe with this.

So, she strikes up a bit of a conversation with him. Turns out he runs a company that assassinates people on Earth, and he seemed equally fascinated when she talked about defending her turf. She showed him one of her bombs, and he let her examine one of his guns. He gives her a business card. And she puts her number on his phone, because the imp- named Blitzø apparently- is kind of a vibe.

The next time she needs backup and Angel has to apologize and can’t show up because of Val- which she totally gets but which is also annoying as fuck- she calls IMP next, promises cash, and surprisingly, he shows up. She has to hand it to him, Blitzø is an incredible fighter. They go out for drinks later, and they can match each other shot for shot.

The next time she sees him, he texts her an address. She shows up and finds out that they want her to help out with their latest conflict. She asks about how she thought they worked in the human world and they all talk over each other so she still doesn’t know what they were doing in Pride. And when her part in their plan is over, she has to admit again- the three work together incredibly well. (She wonders if she and Sir Pentious could have been that, in another world. Shit. Now she’s sad again.) Blitz hands her a bottle of tequila straight from Gluttony to thank her, and she has to admit that it was shockingly considerate. (The next time she sees him, she gives him a set of her bombs to pay him back.)

And so it becomes their thing. Whenever Cherri’s in a pickle and Blitzø is available, he comes to help out with the turf war. Whenever he’s in Pride on a job, he calls her and she gets to blow shit up with him. And usually, they end the meeting by getting fucked up together in a club or at a party somewhere. She can honestly call him something of a friend. He would say the same if he wasn’t so scared of getting close to people.

It all changes when Charlie comments about some developments with Heaven, and how Angel might be redeemed really soon. Obviously, Cherri was happy for him, but of course something like this would be bittersweet, because now losing Angel is closer than ever. So after she congratulates him, she retreats to her room and calls the first number she saw that might be a sympathetic ear without being too attached to the situation. Through her tears, she talks about everything with losing Angel, losing Pentious, and everything else in her life. On the other end, Blitzø is quiet for a moment, and after an awkward attempt to comfort her, he tells her a little bit about his thing with Stolas. ‘I guess we’re both fuckups,’ he tells her, and she laughs wetly and agrees. 

After then, they start talking more often without an external reason, and sometimes Blitzø will visit pride just to see her. It’s… really nice, honestly.

They’re a terrible influence on each other and they often egg on the other’s worst tendencies. But they also can let loose around the other. They know the other can’t judge them because frankly they both know the other’s personal life is just as messy. And there’s a freedom for both of them in that.

[stay-prideful]

Helluva Boss x Reader (O4)

Octavia Part 4: Stronger bonds

You stayed home for days. You felt disgusting, and every time you would wash or even touch your fur, or tried to think of what you would say to Octavia, a wave of nausea washed over you. You told Blitzø you would be gone, but you hadn’t told him where you would be. As a precaution when you first took the job, you hadn’t given him your real address. Knowing Blitzø now though, he would surely come over, and worry over you, trying to get you to come back to work so that the others could comfort you. You would eventually, you just needed time.

You tried to reconcile with the fact that, while Octavia knew what she was doing, she hadn’t known why it was wrong. And that she had learned, and she wanted to apologize. But that still didn’t make it right, and another wave of nausea crashed into you.

There would be texts, of course. From Loona, Blitzø, Moxxie, and Millie. All of them. You ignored them, and tried to focus on your mental recovery. It took you several days, and you knew that the experience would linger with you, but you finally managed to feel whole enough that you went to work. You texted Blitzø, not bothering to read his previous messages, that you would be coming in tomorrow.

When you opened the door of I.M.P. the next day, you saw Loona sitting at your desk, answering calls with respect and being diligent in her work. She was tapping her finger anxiously on the desk. Her effort surprised you, given you had heard stories from Moxxie about how bad of a receptionist she was, and how you had been a massive improvement when you were hired.

When Loona saw you, she stopped talking on the phone. Her expression seemed to change a thousand times in a few seconds. She slammed the phone down, disregarding the client, and charged at you, climbing over the desk and leaping at you from all fours. She tackled you to the ground, and pinned you there. Then she turned her head behind her, and started shouting.

“Guys! (Y/N)’s back!”

In an instant, the Blitzø, Millie, and Moxxie were surrounding you, blocking any means of escape. Not that you were going to even try. You were still pinned by Loona. She got off of you, but made sure that you were enclosed in a circle between the four of them.

“Sorry I had to touch you there, (Y/N). I had to make sure you didn’t run off again,” Loona said. She looked uncomfortable, and genuinely hurt.

“It’s alright. I get it,” you said, getting up. “I just disappeared; I’m sorry.”

“We heard about what happened with Stolas’s girl,” Millie said. Loona shot a glare at her, but Millie continued. “If you ever want to…No.”  Millie shook her head, changing her direction of thought. “You listen here, and you listen good. You cannot just run off like that. And giving Blitzø the wrong address?! You had us all worried! We’re here for you!”

You held your head in shame. Blitzø glared at you, and a sound like a rattlesnake’s tail emanated from him. All of them looked both insulted and worried simultaneously. They all shifted on their feet, and you realized that they were refraining from touching you because of the nature of what had happened. You thought for a second, and held your arms open wide, letting them know it was okay to hug you.

In a second, all of them were clinging to you in a group embrace with you at the center.

“Don’t you ever fucking do that again, furball,” Blitzø said, gripping you hard. However, it was Loona who had the most bone-crushing hug. You had to tap her to let her know she was suffocating you. She relaxed her grip, but didn’t let you go.

“You fucking idiot,” she growled, and you could hear her sniffle a little. “I’m sorry. I should’ve come with you.”

“I don’t think that would’ve changed anything,” you said. “The point was to talk to her alone, and I did. I…still want to talk to her. What she did was a mistake, even if it did fuck me up a little,” you laughed half-heartedly. “I think we can move past it, with proper communication.”

Loona sighed. “She did send me like 50 texts saying she wanted to apologize. I didn’t give her your info, though. I needed to hear something, anything from you. You fucking idiot.” Loona squeezed harder, and you once again had to tap her to let you breathe.

“I was going to ask you for her information,” you told Loona. She growled a little. “After pulling this shit? You owe me a favor if I do this for you, asshole.”

“Fair enough,” you replied. “Okay, guys, you can let me go now. I’d like to just talk to Loona.” The four gave one last squeeze, and stepped back. The other three were reluctant to leave, but eventually meandered back into the office.

“A favor, huh?” you asked Loona once they had left. “What kind of favor?” Loona laughed as she thought for a moment.

“You’ll find out.” Loona stuck her hand out, wanting you to shake it.

“Just so you know, you can’t ask for my soul,” you said, then grasped her hand. A blue flame enveloped your hands, and you tried to let go in surprise. You found you were unable to. Loona also looked shocked. You kept struggling, but couldn’t free you hand. Finally, you looked at Loona, resigned. “Do we just…shake?” She shrugged, looking just as dumbfounded. You moved your hands up and down together, and the small blue flame gave a big pulse, then disappeared.

“No getting out of this,” you laughed. Loona looked at her hand in awe. “You are so screwed,” she chuckled. “I can make you do anything.” She snapped out of it, quickly shaking her head. “I’m not going to make you do something fucked up, I promise,” she clarified, thinking of the moment just before. Too soon to make that joke. “Although, I am going to make you do this every time I need you to pay me back for something,” she laughed. You grumbled. You always settled your debts anyway.

“What’s her info, Loona?” you asked. You watched as Loona’s arm grabbed her phone so fast that she almost dropped it. She had her eyes wide as she navigated her phone faster than you had ever seen before. Was she doing that of her own volition?

She held out her phone to you. Octavia’s Sinstagram was on the screen. Loona looked like she was trembling a little bit, and her arm was frozen in place. Realizing that she definitely was not doing this of her own volition, and what was happening was because of the deal, you took a photo of her screen with your own phone. The second you did, Loona’s arm swiped, and it hit her opposite shoulder.

“Ow,” she said. “I couldn’t move during that. That was so fucking weird.”

“Maybe don’t make deals with the devil then,” you laughed. She punched you in the shoulder. “Hey, don’t use his name in vain!” she laughed with you. She stopped and her face got serious. “Are you really going to go through with this?” she asked as she saw you send a friend request to Octavia.

“Yeah,” you replied. “I said some things I shouldn’t have, and you said it yourself: she also wants to apologize.” You thought for a moment. “You know, I would appreciate it if you came with me with this time.” Loona gave you a wry smile. She appreciated how you listened during the group hug.

“You know, I think I’ve got an idea for how to do it…” she said, a mischievous grin on her face.

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A few days later, after some more self-care, and the appropriate preparations, you found yourself sitting in a booth next to Loona, with her in the outside seat. You were in a café. Not a fucking BarkBucks though. You were somewhere local, that appreciated Hellborn and sinners alike, no matter where they were on the totem pole.

“Was it really a good idea to not tell her that I was here?” you hissed at Loona, trying to hide yourself below the window next to the booth.

“A little payback is good,” she replied. “It’ll be fine.” You tried to convince yourself that was true.

Soon, Octavia came in through the entrance. Your heart was pounding from stress, and from seeing her again. She talked to an employee at the cash register, but you couldn’t hear what she was saying. Soon after, the employee pointed at your booth. Octavia turned, and froze the moment she saw you slouched over, trying to hide. Her feathers seemed to puff out a little. She clenched her fists awkwardly, and walked stiffly towards you and Loona. She slid into the booth, but stayed in front of Loona, rather than sliding further in to sit across from you.

Octavia was silent, and the tension was palpable. Loona coughed, then spoke up.

“I believe you both have something to say.”

Octavia immediately started speaking a million miles a minute, apologizing about every other sentence, talking about how she would be better, how her dad talked to her, how she tried to contact you, and how much she regretted what she had done. Her face was once again pastel pink.

You gracefully accepted the apology, then went on your own tangent about how you were sorry about what you had said about her dad, and how she wasn’t like him, except in the good ways, the ways that mattered, and how you should’ve talked to her under better circumstances than in the garden. You expressed the wish that you could communicate better with her in the future.

“You want to…keep talking to me?” Octavia asked, feeling confused and guilty.

“Yes,” you answered simply. “I’m not going to lie, I’ll need a minute, but I think we can still be good friends. You need someone to tell you how to behave, anyway,” you tried to joke. Octavia gave a nervous laugh.

It took a while, but soon you and her were talking just as you and Stolas had on your first night at his mansion.

You talked about the stars.

“So there’s this whole class of people called ‘astronomers’ who dedicate their lives to studying the cosmos,” you said. “Last I checked when I was still alive, I think they were still trying to find out if life exists on other planets.”

“Too bad it exists right in front of their noses!” Octavia laughed. “If only they had the eyes of a Goetia! Or even a—” she looked as if she was about to say something, but cut herself off. “Sorry, the eyes of any demon would be enough to see the life that exists before them,” she continued. “I tried to see Azathoth’s tears in the brief time I visited Earth, but I got lost, and even then, smog covered the sky.” She sighed. “But that’s how I met Loona!” She continued, talking about her time in L.A.

You talked about high expectations.

“So apparently, I’m the best receptionist they’ve ever had!” you exclaimed. “Sorry, Loona.” Loona rolled her eyes and punched you softly. “You know, it’s thanks to me that she gets to go on more missions up top,” you joked. “But she tried to kill me when I got her fired!”

That got Loona to put you in a chokehold, once again giving you noogies like she was your big sister. Octavia looked uncomfortable at the sight, but relaxed and laughed once you acknowledged this was a regular thing between you and Loona.

“I can’t imagine having that kind of responsibility,” Octavia said. Her hands were cradling her face, elbows on the table. “Despite being Royalty, I’ve never had to do anything regal or whatever,” she said as she waved her hand dismissively. “I’m grateful Dad let me have a normal childhood. Though to be honest, I’ve never really had friends until you two…” she continued sheepishly.

That got the conversation going in the direction of Hell’s hierarchy.

“That’s how I found out I wasn’t actually a hellhound,” you said, finishing a thought you had. “I was just a really unlucky sinner to die to wolves. And those jobs that I talked about? That’s partly why I feel so uncomfortable when I’m touched without permission. Though the same goes for everybody. Like, you wouldn’t wanting me touching your feathers.”

Octavia blushed and nodded, then started absentmindedly stroking her head feathers that were her equivalent of hair. “That’s so fucked up.” She sympathized.“Maybe I can get Dad to make some changes to the system. He ranks pretty high among the Goetia. He’s got to have some kind of ability to do something.”

The conversation continued, and occasionally dipped into weird tangents and hypotheticals as conversations do. You had been given a multitude of reasons to find Octavia more and more attractive. She had a lot of similar interests, and oh Gods, the accent. Loona joined in at one point, but she was content to mostly just watch the two of you speak. Then she excused herself, saying she’d be right back. You and Octavia kept talking. The girl’s white face was once again pink, but she still sat a bit stiff, probably from residual anxiousness and guilt. You felt a buzz in your pocket, and heard a familiar notification sound that was a short audio clip of a howl.

“Sorry, I think Loona just texted me,” you said. Octavia indicated for you to check, and you pulled your phone out. The message sent a shiver down your spine, but…in a good kind of way this time.

LOONDOOM: I C wutz happening here. I was doubtful, because of what happened, but it’s just so obvi! YOU LIKE HER!

SHIT, you thought. You looked up at Octavia. She was waiting patiently, hands in her lap. She smiled at you. You blushed crimson, then held up a finger, indicating for her to wait. Your heart was pounding as you frantically texted Loona back.

IPETDOGSNOTWOLVES: SO??

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LOONDOOM: You gonna ask her?

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IPETDOGSNOTWOLVES: Maybe.

IPETDOGSNOTWOLVES: Okay, yes

IPETDOGSNOTWOLVES: When the time is right!

You were starting to text back more, but Loona’s typing symbol came up, and she got through first.

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LOONDOOM: Feels right. I’m calling in that favor

You froze. You looked up at Octavia and gave her a nervous smile. She looked kind of confused.

“What’d she say?”

You were about to make something up, but you heard that howl notification sound again. Deep down, you knew what it was. You felt your body stiffen, and you felt the irresistible urge to spill your guts, again, in the good way this time, to the owl girl sitting diagonally across from you. The favor was indeed being called in.

You slid over so that she was directly across from you.

“Octavia.”

The words came naturally to you. It didn’t feel like you were being forced. You wanted to do this.

“You are charming. You are intelligent. You inherited great looks from your father, as well as his skill for conversation. I found you attractive before, but now that I’ve gotten to know you better…”

Octavia’s face once again became that delightful pastel pink. She opened her beak a little, and an adorable little chirp came out, but you kept speaking.

“We may have had a rocky start, and I still get squeamish when I think about what happened. But I want you to know that, given we properly communicate, and we have a mutual respect for one another, I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to pet me again, or to call me a good (Y/G). Just ask me first.”

You red face got redder. You hadn’t expected that to come out. Octavia hunched over and covered her face with her hands, but eventually parted her fingers so she could look out and up at you. The second she did, you started speaking again.

“Octavia, will you go out with me?”

There must’ve been a million different and better ways to phrase the question. There had to have been. You figured that because of the fact a favor was used, meant it had forced you to say it in the most undisguised and straightforward way possible. Whatever, it’s good communication to start with, you thought.

Octavia let out a long, high pitched whistle from her beak. It was charming. She sat there for a minute, face still in her hands, as she thought about it. She had done something awful, and it would take some work, but you wanted to connect with her. You had been the one to ask. You would’ve done it even if Loona hadn’t called in that favor. Maybe not today, but you would’ve.

She sat up, decided. She carefully put her hands on the table. Then reached out a hand to offer a handshake.

“Can we…start with this?” she asked. You looked at it, and were reminded of what happened with Loona and the blue flame.

“Maybe not,” you said. Octavia’s face fell a little, and she withdrew her hand. “I shook Loona’s hand a few days ago when she asked me for a favor, and something strange happened. I think it has to do with the fact that I’m a sinner.” Octavia nodded her head. “Not exactly a soul deal, but something binding.”

Then you stuck out your hand. You presented it palm side forward, as if you were sliding her a high-five with your fingers spread. Octavia looked confused, but mimicked your movement, putting out her own hand and holding it about an inch away from yours.

“It’s okay, you can touch me,” you reassured her. She slid her hand forward the final inch, and your hands touched. You felt chills, but again, the good kind. You rotated your hand at the wrist slightly, and tilted  your fingers forward between the gaps in hers. You looked up at Octavia. She seemed to get the message.

She curled her fingers down, gripping yours, and you did the same. She cooed softly as she felt your fur tickle her claws.

“What’s going on here?” Loona said, having spontaneously appeared over the table, hands on her hips. Octavia squawked. She and you let go of each other’s hand, and your arms shot into their respective laps.

“Don’t stop on my account!” Loona laughed, then pointed her thumb toward the door. “I’ll be heading out know. Text me if anything fun happens.” She wiggled her eyebrows seductively as she said that, then turned and walked away, cackling as she went.

Octavia’s face was permanently adorned with pink. She looked across the table at you, arms rigidly placed in her lap.

“What favor did you give Loona?” she asked. It was your turn for the blood to rush to your face.

“She had me jump off a cliff,” you answered. Octavia opened her mouth in shock. “It was a metaphorical cliff,” you clarified. “Still scary as Hell though.”

You and Octavia continued to talk, and the mood had changed considerably. No longer was it a conversation between 2 friends. Now it was a date, and you were testing and prodding each other’s personalities to see if you were a good fit. It seemed to be as such, given that eventually an employee had to come over and ask if you were going to order anything else.

When you were done, exhausted from talking, you parted ways. Now that you had Octavia’s information, and were at least in the process of starting to date, you mind raced with possibilities. Your mind eventually landed on the thought of Stolas, and you realized you should call and update him on how things had gone between his daughter and you.

His response was ecstatic. He started raving about how he wanted to meet with you again, set up dates with his Via, and perhaps he could teach you more about what he knew about the cosmos, so that you could have more educated conversations with her. You agreed, and you could hear him call to someone in the background to get a calendar; he had plans to make.

You laughed; you were looking forward to it.

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