#Striker x Blitzo

[froggiefacedlovee]

Little bit of my rewrite here...

But what if instead of Stolitz we got Stolas who was an actual villain and Blitzo x Striker. Blitzo hates Stolas but has to keep allowing his abuse (there's no SA in my rewrite) due to him and his workers being poor + he has to take care of a child (Loona is 13). In the Harvest Moon Festival Striker and Blitzo obviously had chemistry. Blitzo was considering joining Striker but ultimately chose not to due to the negative repercussions from Stolas, plus the whole needing to pay Moxxie and Millie. yada yada they stop him he gets away and at this point they're only lingering thoughts in each other's head. Maybe it keeps Blitzo up at night wondering what would have happened if he went with Strikers offer. In Western Energy, obviously we're giving Striker more of a threatening aura. This time it isn't Stella who hired Striker because Striker doesn't accept assassinations from royals. It was probably one of Stolas's imps or another wronged imp. In the end the assassination doesn't get called off, he doesn't live in a cave he lives in an abandoned train that's super cool looking and not totally sad. He also doesn't take Stolas to said train he does in fact go to a cave except he just leaves him tied and doesn't keep him on the tracks. Also there's no statue and no sexual jokes.

Anywayyysss.. he gets close to killing Stolas, he mentions Stella and Octavia and Stolas has a moment of realization though it's a hint too late as he practically ruined his relationship with both of them already. Anyways, Blitzo sends Moxxie and Millie to save him, they do. Striker is confused because he's basically saving Blitzo and yet he's being stopped??? In Oops, Striker is surprised to see that he had not only kidnapped Fizz but he kidnapped Blitzo too. Fizz and Blitzo do not make up in the end and during the fire of their escape Fizz leaves Blitzo behind to which Striker saves him and gets him out of their, apologizing to him and trying to help him get away before Crimson gets upset and tries to hunt them down.

I don't know if Stolas was still with Asmodeus or not due to Stolas not giving him an Asmodean crystal but if he was maybe we could do angst where Stolas goes after Striker and Blitzo in belief that Striker was stealing him and turns him to stone or something along those lines leading to a super manipulative scene with Blitzo and Stolas where he basically guilt trips Blitzo into coming with him and leaving Striker even more upset and hateful towards Stolas. This could also explain why Blitzo saw Striker in Truth Seekers.

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[fannishcodex]

Striker's got a crush. (Inspired by this post.)

Sketches/line art/etc. under the cut:

[kellodrawsalot]

Blitzker ? blitzer ? Comic I honesty dont lnkw what their ship name is for sure.

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Blitzo x Striker from Helluva Boss based moodboard! For an anon!! Hope you like!

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[radiostatik]

Striker x Blitz 🐍🐎

They are both down soooo bad! They are pretty much canon to me. At least one sided canon. They are literally perfect for each other. Blitz loves horses, Striker has a horse. They are equal in strength so they are both verse.

Striker never tried to bring Blitz down, or show any signs of jealousy toward Blitz being as strong as him.

Blitz invited him to join IMP meaning he wanted Striker to join his family.

Blitz said to Moxxie, "It's gonna be great working with him". Implying Striker said yes!

Also, this scene:

Striker is painted as a villain for wanting to kill overlords. But Blitz is also an assassin, and used to kill demons too! Is a royals life more valuable than other demons and humans?

Striker just went about it all wrong. Instead of killing Moxxie, which would ruin EVERYTHING, he should've just told Blitz that he's an assassin too, and has a hit for Stolas. Blitz even said the reason he was disappointed was because he did it behind his back. Despite knowing Stolas as a child, Blitz DID try to kill him the first chance he got.( In "The Circus" he tries to snap his neck)

So, no Creepy Bird Mouth, no problem!

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I uh... I did it again. XD My brain has been going brrrr over this fucking GORGEOUS artwork by @zunkome2 on Xitter (click the view on Twitter button to see their art) and it inspired me to write fanfic of it. I love this art so fucking much!!!! I hope I can keep practicing and be as good as them one day. :D

So yeah, I could not stop thinking about this and I love that Blitz is canonically such a horse-girl, and I can totally see Striker realising and using that to his advantage in trying to draw Blitz in and hopefully get him on his side.

Anyway, my brain decided it was time to take like 5 hours of my day on and off making me try to write this to the best of my current ability. Enjoy. XD

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Blitz was in Heaven.

An ironic descriptor, considering their actual location, but picking a better one would have been impossible right then; especially with a hellhorse nuzzling his chest ever so gently in search of another rawhide strip. Her mouth may have appeared vicious - and technically yes, that Lovecraftian maw was capable of crushing flesh and bone to mush in a single bite - but the non-business parts were also far softer to the touch than anyone less familiar with the creatures might expect.

"Sorry. I'm all out," he murmured regretfully, giving the beautiful beast a scratch on her forehead as she shoved her muzzle into his other hand. He had to take a small step backward however when she suddenly whipped her head up and to the side with a greeting whinny. Strange. What was that abou-

"Lot of others would've lost a limb for that." The unexpected voice made Blitz tense, tail shooting straight out behind him in surprise before curling tightly, an embarrassed flush rising to his cheeks. He peered around the hellhorse's neck, praying his mortification wouldn't be obvious to the cowboy now leaning against his mount's side. How the fuck had he arrived without him noticing? Striker plucked the wheat stalk from between his teeth and smirked. "She likes you."

Blitz coughed awkwardly and began backing away, mind and mouth both rapidly trying and failing to come up with a believable excuse for his actions. "I was just- uh… I was looking for… We had them at the circus, see, and I thought maybe- Strips are really good for their teeth, you kn- I mean of course you'd know that! I just-" Striker's eyebrows had been climbing steadily higher beneath the brim of his hat the longer Blitz waffled on, and in desperation he found himself resorting to a ridiculous escape route he hadn't used since he was nine years old. "Ah, I think I hear Luna calling me! Coming Loonie!" 

He skittered across the corral and clambered over the fence, cheeks burning hot as he cursed himself silently. Why had he turned into such a blathering idiot in front of the one person he'd actually hoped to impress this weekend? Blitz knew a ruthless killer when he met them and Striker was clearly I.M.P material. After a pathetic show like that though, there was no way he would want to-

The ground under his boots had begun to vibrate while he fumed, faintly at first, then increasing to a thundering roll. He instinctively darted to the side and kept walking, expecting whoever it was to just barrel past him at the reckless speed they seemed to be going. But his path was abruptly cut off by a fiery grey mass, Striker expertly bringing his mount from full canter to a standstill in a cloud of dust. He swung her around to stand side-on so he could look down at the choking imp, that shit-eating grin Blitz was quickly becoming familiar with exposing a gleaming gold fang to the sunlight.

"Pretty sure your hound went bean-pickin' with the rest an hour ago," Striker commented, leaning forward to rest an arm on the pommel, free hand tapping his thigh absentmindedly, "Since you got so much free time to burn, how 'bout you come help me check the fences? Got a few posts loose on the South end thanks to that pesky varg pack last night." The hellhorse shuffled under him, pawing at the dirt and snapping her jaws a little at the mention of vargs. "Bombproof wouldn't mind catching a few either, I bet. Maybe you'll get to see her on the hunt."

"Oh, uh…" Perhaps he hadn't completely blown his chances after all? Striker certainly wasn't behaving like he thought Blitz a dithering moron, literally chasing him down to offer another opportunity to spend more time together and bond with Bombproof. What an incredible name for a hellhorse… No, focus! He could salvage this. He just had to pull himself together and show what a great prospect his group would be compared to farm work in the boonies. Preferably without turning into a rambling mess this time. He forced a nonchalant shrug. "Sure, why not?"

Striker slipped his boot free of the stirrup, hand extending in clear invitation. Blitz's brain stuttered, immediately dropping every part of his own peptalk as it dawned on him what the other had actually meant.

"What, you plannin' on walkin' there? It's miles of Wrath terrain. C'mon Blitz, I don't bite," Striker drawled, head tilting as his eyes took on a knowing glint, "Unless you ask nicely."

Well that decided it. Blitz was reaching for the proffered hand before he could second-guess himself, so caught up in his whirling thoughts Striker had to correct which foot the distracted imp tried mounting with. Blitz didn't have long to stew in his humiliation at least, preoccupied by the ease of how he was hauled into the saddle, hands directed to grip the pommel while the taller demon reached around him to grasp the reins. Striker nudged his leg out of the way, retaking the stirrup and leaving Blitz to squeeze Bombproof's sides tightly with his thighs as she responded to her rider. A moment later they were galloping down the driveway, wind whipping past their faces and her powerful form surging below them.

Blitz was wrong. His time in the corral had been a beautiful experience, but still only comparable to Earth at best. 

Now he was in Heaven. 

And he never wanted to fall.

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Striker x Blitzø 2021 Inspired by reference "Villian Couple/(Badass) Power Couple" You can repost my arts with a link to the author ✨

[cham-chammity]

Blitz: I hate striker he's so perfect at everything!

Moxxie: well I bet he's terrible at sex.

Blitz: nah he's good at that too.

Moxxie: what?

Blitz: what?

Millie: FUCKING KNEW IT!!!

The “fucking knew it” at the end had me. Also, sorry for the 2 year gap. I’m back now!!

I love imaging Millie trying to bet on what Striker and Blitz’s sex life is like and Moxxie is just like having a hernia like

“Sir, this is so unprofessional! Why the fuck does everyone’s sex lives have to be a topic at work? Your DAUGHTER is RIGHT THERE.”

[thewistlingbadger]

Childhood friends to lovers!!!!

Blitzø grew up in a circus so au where the circus made a stop in wrath and striker saw blitzø and he was like "wow that was really cool" so he waits for the performance to be over so he can talk to blitzø. For as long as the circus stays in striker's home town, the two imp boys play together once blitzø is done preforming. When blitzø has to go, they become pen pals, constantly writing to each other. But eventually, blitzø stops writing back, and so does striker. It isn't till the harvest moon festival that they reunite. Striker recognizes blitzø, but blitzø doesn't recognize him back

[bloodmoon24]

Blitzstrike bingo sheet if ur still doing it

-📼 anon

I always am

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[fannishcodex]

Honestly all I've gotten out of HB after marathoning most of it is shipping BlitzStrike.

(Thanks @chaifootsteps and vizowrites and others for helping me get into this ship, it's a fun one!)

Some earlier sketches under the cut:

Lately I tend to think part of Striker's default happy expressions does actually involve some sort of pleased glare since he can get rambunctious like that, but I just decided to go for something--well, cuter, and just exploring when his eyes just seem fully open. Striker and Blitz are just chill and super happy with each other right now.

Small tweak--first take on Striker's hair for this doodle.

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Some more Striker adopts Octavia Headcanons cause I've been rereading my old posts and got inspired

The first night with Striker Octavia can't sleep she's not use to a quiet house normally there would be screaming or her mother shouting how useless her father is instead it's quiet and Octavia finds the quiet scary

Striker notices she's not sleeping so he does what his mother use to do sing to him

He's heard a song that a sinner he met and loved it

Octavia loves it and slowly falls asleep

Striker teaches Octavia how to hunt and it doesn't go well at first

She doesn't want to kill any animals and wants to let them go

At first Striker does it than he explains to her why they hunt and why they need to eat

Striker shows her how to make traps and forege berries

He teaches her how to play the guitar at first it wad a struggle but she got the hang of it

Octavia learns to sing and play the guitar

Her favorite times are when she and Striker are playing together

Also when he plays music on the radio for them to dance to

She loves how she can step on his toes and the two dance around giggling and laughing

Her favorite is when they go camping and Striker shows her the stars

As a Goeisha she knew about the stars but she loves how he tells her stories and legends that he made up or was told by his mother

Striker teaches Octavia how to cook {listen I'm headcanoning that Striker is half mexican and no one is taking that away} tacos, mole, carnitas the works

Octavia loves when he cooks and loves it more when he makes tres Leche cake which is always on her birthday

Octavia makes flower crowns for Striker and the cowboy loves them

He doesn't date many people freak out when they see his daughter and he settled for sleeping around then bring anyone who doesn't care for his baby bird

Octavia is home schooled

Striker is a good teacher and while he's not book smart he's smart in other areas that helped Octavia in the long run

She's more open to Striker and is always going to him when she needs it

Her and Vortex are good friends

They met when Striker was higher to protect Verosika

Striker was worried they'd end up dating

Turns out they see each other more as brother and sister and he's okay with that

Octavia loves dia de Los Muertos especially since it's the one day of the year where demons and spirits can cross over

Not to mention she loves the flowers the human realm has

Octavia learning spanish

Striker meeting IMP

Blitz and Striker flirting

Loona and Octavia being weirded out

Octavia supporting her dad and Blitz when she finds out they are dating

Loona and Octavia hanging out together and building a bond

Octavia gaining a sister and father

Que Stolas finding his missing daughter and wanting her back

Lilith hearing this and refuses to let Stolas hurt her son and granddaughter

Lilith letting all of Hell know Striker and her family are under her protection

Striker finding out and getting angry

Not at Lilith but at Goieta thinking he can come for HIS daughter

Octavia being grateful to the queen

Lilith and Charlie meeting IMP along with Octavia

Striker trying to get along wit his mother and half sister

Octavia having a normal childhood before Stolas comes and ruins it

And that's it for now let me know what you guys think ^^

[drades-lair]

Drowning

Fandom: HelluvaBoss

Pairing: StrikerxBlitz

Rating: M

Note: This was a request from Deviant art.

A thick mist hung over Envy’s Ocean making it more intolerable then normal what was worse Striker had found himself on a boat on that very ocean. Staring over the railing the pale imp’s tail held vast to it along with his hands, white knuckling those rails as he scowled at the murky waters below. Blitz came strolling out of the cabin of the boat still chewing on a sandwich he’d been eating, spotting Striker instantly making him chuckle. Walking along side his mate Blitz held out the last portion of the sandwich he was eating earning him a displeased lip curl from Striker who refused the food.

“Suit yourself,” Blitz shrugged promptly chowing down on the last bit of the sandwich.

“When is that fuckin’ barge arrivin’?” Striker groused.

“Soon, try to relax,” Blitz encouraged with a soft chuckle.

“Ugh, I hate this fuckin’ ring,” Striker continued to grouse.

“Well…we could…you know…go below deck,” Blitz suggested with an eyebrow wiggle that more then got his point across.

“Humph, normally I’d take Ya up on that offer, but I’m so tense out here I don’t think I could get it up even if I tried,” Striker huffed a laugh.

“Your loss then, once I get you home though we’re spending a solid eight hours together,” Blitz teased.

“Ha-ha, sounds good ta me,” Striker chuckled in turn finally relaxing a little.

A couple hours later cutting through the mist like a spoon through soup came the large red bottomed barge they’d been waiting for. In terms of jobs this was mediocre at best basically they’re job was to guard the vessels till the cargo was swapped from the barge to the little boat they were currently on. A combination of imps and sharks started working to get the cargo onto the smaller boat while Striker and Blitz stood nearby keeping an eye out for anything suspicious. The final cargo box was being loaded when a splash sounded from the right-hand side of the boat causing Striker and Blitz to look over the side just in time to watch a couple figures dive under the water. Cursing under his breath Blitz ran to the couple sharks loading the final crate while Striker pulled a pistol from his right hip holster, scanning the water for any signs of the figures they’d just watched dive under the water. The two sharks hauled the crate below deck with Blitz at their backs when a shower of water exploded with one of Envy’s fish-like demons cloaked within, skin black as night with iridescent purples shimmering in the dim light, it’s tendril on the top of its head ending in a small round bulb that glowed like the spotted patterns along it’s skin. Blitz didn’t hesitate in getting a shot off drawing Striker’s attention in that direction just as the fish-like demon fell back into the water with a new hole in his chest.

Striker smirked at Blitz being a show off only to yelp in surprise as a slimy tentacle wrapped itself around his throat, drawing Blitz’s attention just in time to watch the pale imp being pulled overboard. The two sharks ran back onto the barge while Blitz ran to the railing, staring over at the lashing waters below when Striker popped back up to the surface, struggling against the tentacle still wrapped around his throat. The barge started leaving and the boat captain looked like he was going to start leaving as well, but Blitz held up his flint Locke in warning.

“Don’t you fucking dare leave this spot,” Blitz snarled causing the captain imp to swallow hard with a small nod of understanding. Returning his gaze to the water Blitz was horrified to see that Striker was gone again, holstering his Flint Locke Blitz pulled a knife from his belt then dove over the side of the boat into the water. Once in the ocean Blitz spotted Striker being held by another Envy demon, this one had orange skin with yellow overlays and four tentacle arms on his muscular torso, yet his face was still fish-like. Striker was no longer struggling instead he’d gone limp in the demon’s tentacles causing panic to rise in Blitz’s veins as he swam over to the demon, taking a jab with the knife in his hand. The octopus demon lashed out managing to punch Blitz in the side causing him to exhale under the water, expelling most of the air he’d taken into dive. Working on limited time Blitz snatched the tentacle that hit him promptly stabbing into it with his knife causing the demon to scream in a muffled watery sound and finally release Striker from his grasp.

Blitz swam over to grab Striker then return to the surface as the octopus demon swam off having clearly had enough. Breaking the surface Blitz took a deep gasping inhale of breath then swam up to the boat where the captain imp tossed a rope ladder over the edge for him to climb up, slinging Striker over his shoulder to get up. Unceremoniously Blitz heaved Striker onto the deck’s surface with a wet plop, scurrying over top of his mate who wasn’t moving or breathing. Blitz yanked open Striker’s vest to start pumping his chest, breathing into his mouth with a chant of ‘come on’ under his breath the entire time. After what seemed like forever Striker inhaled sharply followed by a coughing fit that turned into gagging prompting Blitz to turn the pale imp on his side moments before Striker vomited up the nasty sea water, Blitz gently rubbing his mate’s back as he gasped for much needed air. Striker’s piercing yellow eyes blinked open taking a moment to focus on Blitz looming over him then the cold started setting in causing him to shiver. One of the crew members came onto the deck to help Blitz get Striker into the cabin where they provided a change of clothing for them both as well as some blankets, settling Striker beside the small pot belly stove. Striker was laid on the bench seat next to the stove still trying to clear the fog from his waterlogged mind, his lungs still burning slightly from having been exposed to so much sea water when Blitz came over to sit on the edge of the seat next to him. Blitz gently caressed his claws through Striker’s drying white hair in a soothing manner drawing the pale imp’s gaze towards his mate.

“Are you okay?” Blitz asked with a note of concern in his voice.

“I think so…my chest feels like it’s on fire though,” Striker answered, voice hoarse.

“Okay, I’m going to call the medical center the minute we make dock,” Blitz stated with a gentle smile.

“Hmm,” Striker hummed in somewhat acknowledgment, his eyes falling shut again from exhaustion.

Blitz kept to his word getting Striker to the medical center the moment they made dock where he was taken to an infirmary room. An hour after arriving Blitz was allowed to join Striker in his room, being an imp from Wrath, Striker wasn’t conducive to the cold leaving him severely chilled from the ocean waters and he was on oxygen when Blitz walked in to help ease his breathing till his lungs recovered. The doctor assured Blitz that even though Striker was in poor condition that he’d make a full recovery if given time and a little care much to the crimson imp’s relief. Less then a week later Striker returned to Imp City with Blitz, he was still a little uneasy on his feet but ultimately, he’d gotten back to his old self. Upon getting home Blitz made good on his promise from the boat as well much to Striker’s delight.

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Yoooo Helluva Boss had a Blitzstrike print?!

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