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moonlight-tmd · 8 months ago

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so what if prowl and shockwave blitzwing react to bumlebee is carrying sparking?

Oh damn uh, well.

I will take this a a separate ships reaction cuz I have no idea how to write all 3.

Ooh boy, it's gonna be a long one.

BlitzBee- I have already written something similar in this post so you might wanna give that a read. Another take would be that Bee got sparked on accident after Blitz joins Team Prime. He went a little too rough on his hummel during their nightly activities and oops, energy leak n all, they got a newspark.

Of course Bee doesn't even know until he's at 3rd week carrying. Cue the shock, panic and the confused crying on Bee's behalf. Robotic hormones be doin shit to a mech. Bee's frame is defective by forging so he's not supposed to be carrying, they didn't wanna terminate it so they thought about moving the newspark for Blitzwing to carry (he's not ideal either but more safe than Bee carrying).

Unfortunately, the newspark seemed to attach itself to Bee's spark chamber making it dangerous to perform the surgery. Bee was put on leave with strict rules of what he can and cannot do. Blitzwing was worried of course, his hummel didn't seem to take it seriously and threw a fit whenever he was told no. He tried to be around to make sure Bee doesn't do anything stupid, but alas...

He was only supposed to fly out to get a package and returned to Bee beign hospitalized in medbay; apparently Sari has climbed the tree outside the base while Bee was getting his dose of sunlight and fell- Bee managed to run up and catch her but moments later he collapsed clutching his chassis in pain.

When Blitz was asked to come into medbay after Bee woke up they didn't receive good news... There was no sign of the newspark on the scanner. Bee sobbed his spark out that day, his pitiful wailing was heard all thorough the base, Blitzwing could only hold him while he desperately tried to hold himself together.

It was difficult for all of them but the one who got hit the most was Bee. All he did was lay in his berth and not speak. He refused to eat unless Blitzwing or Ratchet forced him to. The others were extremely worried about him but understood that he needed time. Blitzwing himself was having a hard time coping and basically without a sparkmate to help him he started being aggressive.

One evening he came back home from a call with other teammates and went straight to check on Bee. He thought the scout was sleeping at first but then he noticed his faded colors. He wouldn't wake up no matter how much he called or shook him, Blitzwing just picked him up and ran to medbay.

It was then that Ratchet discovered that their newspark hasn't actually faded, it shrank to the point of not being detected by the old scanner and was now almost twice as big as it was before. It was draining Bee's frame of nutrients and energy, the scout got the appropriate shots and IVs, after he woke up he didn't quite understand what they were saying but once Blitzwing repeated the diagnosis he cried.

After the rollercoaster of emotions Bee has become basically immobile and had to be carried everywhere. He could walk on his own but after what happened he refused to even go close to whatever could negatively impact him. Walking, emotional movies, even majority of his games were left untouched for the rest 3 months of carrying. He blamed himself for nearly killing their child and he wasn't gonna repeat that mistake.

Then one night he woke up with chassis pains again, the emergence date was close so everyone was on edge. Blitzwing rushed him to medbay and by the dawn there was a bitlet peacefully napping in the makeshift baby cot. That night a storm was happening, Bee promptly named the bitty Thunderbolt after he heard one strike after emergence. It was a seeker, colored yellow and beige and purple optics, definitely taking after his sire in size.

But that's not where it ends, about 3 months later, Blitzwing got sparked and they had to get more protoforms. Bee was paranoid about Blitzwing even lifting a wing, especially since his mood swings gotten worse during carrying but he was following the doctor's orders to the word. They got a pair of twins, tiny grounders like Bee colored purple and black with faces and optics matching Blitzwing's other faces. Frost for blue wiht red optics and Flame for red with blue optics. They both got little yellow horns to contrast their colors. The seeker will grow little above Blitzwing's half of height with an aqua plane as alt, while the twins will be Bee-sized with topless jeeps as alts.

ProwlBee- It's a similar story as with BlitzBee; they get rough, Bee's sparked on accident, they find out x amount of time later BUT- they manage to get Prowl to carry the newspark. Prowl caught that something was up pretty early on so there was time. They didn't plan on it yet but there were definitely thoughts about it from time to time.

Bee however has never been more worrisome. He made sure Prowl had everything he needed and more and may or may not have been spoiling him a bit much. It only got worse when Prowl felt weaker and they had to make a check and discovered the newspark has split into 3. It was more than they expected but they would manage.

While Prowl was generally calm about everything Bee wasn't doing as good, on top of what i said earlier he also starter pulling allnighters the closer the due date was. He couldn't let himself be sleepin in case something horrible will happen. Which is why after delivering the bitties one afternoon he immediately crashed after he got a fair look at them and slept for nearly 2 days. They were near-identical triplets and definitely taking more after Prowl frame-wise with horns of course. One was yellow and gold, named Chi. The other one was silver and black, named Typhoon. and The third one (which actually emerged first) was black and yellow, they named it Shuriken. All had blue optics. All would grow to be as tall as Bee with quads as alt modes.

Now ShockBee. Longarm and Bee's relationship was more of a long distance one. Long visited sometimes but it wasn't enough for Bee. He knew Longarm had a job and couldn't just ditch it to spend time with him but he still tried to come up with excuses so that Longarm will have to stay with him for longer... never in a million years would he think of getting sparked though. Bee has tried to be more lustful as a way to keep Long around more but this was a complete unplanned event that he didn't predict.

He didn't even know how to break the news to Longarm, but he supposed it couldn't be bad since Longarm also loved him, right..? He couldn't have been more wrong.

When Longarm came to visit and Bee took him to speak in private and told him all happy, the first thing he heard was to terminate the newspark. Longarm wasn't asking for his opinion, Bee was told to do it and that's it. He argued with Long but all he got was that he doesn't want the sparkling and can't take care of it.

Bee has never seen Longarm so cold to him before. He left saying that he had something important to take care of and Bee would terminate it. Bee was torn and panicking later that evening; he didn't wanna upset his sparkmate but at the same time he didn't want to lose the sparkling that he's grown attached to in the short time he had it.

Bulkhead was there to comfort him, he suggested that he should talk with Longarm one more time before making the decision. So Bee did, he called Longarm to come visit once more and tried to talk with him about it once more. But it was useless. Longarm was set of getting rid of the newspark, even threatening to split up with Bee if he doesn't. In that moment Bee failed to recognise the one he loved and just stared at him before calmly stating he'll keep the sparkling and whether Longarm wants to be in its life it or not is his own choice. Longarm left shortly after that, saying nothing but that he knows his answer.

Bee cried his spark out at night, unable to comprehend why a mech that loved him would be so cruel. Bee was put on leave and did everything he could to make sure the newspark grows safe and strong. It all made sense once Longarm was discovered a spy and was send to stockades. Everyone was shocked and questioning anyone for anything they might know from when they had contact with Longarm. Bee's relationship was kept secret to other Elite Guard, the information about his sparkling's sire was shoved under the rug as well by Team Prime. They knew Bee was innocent and manipulated by Shockwave, so if the information he was sparked by him leaked Bee would never know peace again.

The mere shock of the discovery hit Bee like a freight train, so much to the point he went into early emergence from the stress. The newspark was weak so it had to be supported while in the protoform. The bitty was rusty yellow and black with teal details and antlers when it onlined properly, Bee named it Radio. It turned out to be medium class grounder, while skinny and usually quite taller than Bee. It chose an old type of camaro as alt mode.

PHEW there we go, that's all of them. Hope ya like it cuz I'm all outta writing juice.

#maccadam #tfa #ask box #blitzbee #prowlbee #shockbee #longbee

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hypothermiatapes · 4 months ago

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I’m gonna be honest, I have such a hard time imagining what summers for Tom Riddle were like.

I am currently a student and I take several classes that reference WWII so I naturally fell into the rabbit hole out of interest. Due to this I know a decent bit about the time, but I’m specifically interested in how it affected the general population.

Since I find Tom Riddle interesting I looked into what was happening in London during the time and there’s so many possibilities it makes my head spin. I thought I’d just put down all of my thoughts into a post, but remember this isn’t referring to his character. This will be entirely academic and how you decide he would react to his predicaments is up to you.

WWII started September 1, 1939 with the invasion of Poland. Right of the bat people of Britain were scared and unsure of what was to come as citizens should be. They also knew that if there was to be an invasion or attack it would take place in London first and foremost. This led to mass evacuations to the country side which consisted mainly of mothers, children and the disabled for men were drafted and women were needed to keep Britain running.

However, these children were likely to be younger because hands were needed and just single or childless women weren’t enough. I assume teens were advised to stay for the need of workers for military production was essential. However, Tom was at Hogwarts at this time so he would not be in London during this mass evacuation.

Since nothing had happened for a prolonged period of time people began to believe they had overreacted and many returned to London before the Blitz. I don’t know what Wool’s would have done in this time, but I have a few assumptions.

First, they could have completely relocated to the countryside, which I find to be the least likely of all options, but I digress. They could have sent their youngest charges to the countryside to “foster” families. Or, they could have continued to fully operate in London, not bothering to relocate whatsoever.

If they relocated Tom would be made unaware leaving him to completely fend for himself during the summers after this because they definitely wouldn’t come back. However, I’m gonna act like that option is null despite it being possible.

The summer of 1940 Tom likely returned to Wool’s as he had previously. He also wouldn’t be working at this age because he was 13 and the Children and Young Persons Act of 1933 was probably still being enforced. It made it to where anyone under 16 would have a hard time getting a job because it was illegal.

Now, the Blitz began on September 7, 1940 and ended May 11, 1941. Tom wouldn’t have been in London during this time but several things could have happened. Wool’s would have either been completely demolished during this time or been working in overcapacity. Both would have most likely meant Tom would not be welcomed back, but I won’t say it’s not possible he was allowed back.

At this point the child labor law I mentioned was practically null. This means Tom could work at the age of fourteen which wasn’t uncommon at this time. Money was a necessity now because Tom now has to pay for his rations during this time, and he might need it to bribe people for places to stay if he’s homeless.

He might have also had to help with the cleaning of the rubble, but who knows.

Tom might have been able to escape to the country side eventually, but I find that unlikely. But who knows? He is Tom Riddle after all.

Anyways, just a little ramble on the few avenues that could be taken if someone wants to write a time accurate fic or something. It’s also why I can’t decide what I want to believe because there’s so much uncertainty.

(@melody-nelson your tags on my last WWII post made me think of this, so thank you!)

#tom riddle #hp #tom marvolo riddle #hp thoughts #hp headcanon #tom riddle headcanon #tom riddle and wwii

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morgan-va · 4 months ago

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Chapter 31: (Don't Fear) The Reaper (Serial Designation V x Reader)

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A/N:

This chapter has some music aspects that are optional, but are what I had in my head while writing, so feel free to play them while you read. I'm using my allotted corny ahh soundtrack coupon for this chapter.

Also, for the purpose of this story, V doesn't know that Tessa isn't Tessa. I've seen some people say she knew in the show, others say she didn't. I don't really care. She doesn't know. K thx bye

You roll across the cold floor, momentum carrying you straight to V’s feet.

She stares down at you, her yellow eyes wide with shock before narrowing into an irritated glare.

"Are you stupid?" she growls.

You chuckle, wincing as you push yourself up. "Maybe—but you did say you’d kill me if I left your side again."

She groans, dragging a hand down her face. "Unbelievable."

Before you can say anything else, she grabs you by the collar with one hand, flares her wings, and launches both of you down the hall.

The sheer force of the takeoff knocks the sentinels aside, some tumbling back as the two of you shoot past. The wind rushes against your frame, and for a moment, it almost feels like you might be okay.

Then, more sentinels pour in through the far entrance, blocking your escape.

You grit your teeth. "It’s not looking good."

V sighs, shifting her grip on you before setting you down. "Yeah.. my bad. Shouldn’t have dragged you into this."

You reach out, grabbing her hand before she can pull away. She blinks, eyes darting up to yours.

"If I’m gonna die again," you say, "I’m glad it’s with you. Don’t apologize for that."

Her fingers tighten around yours, a small, almost bashful smile pulling at her lips.

Then, an idea sparks in your mind.

"Hey, if we are gonna die, might as well do it in style."

V cocks her head. "The hell does that mean?"

You grin. "Mind if I play a little something?"

Her smile widens, razor-sharp teeth glinting in the dim light.

"Fuck yeah."

With a flicker of internal code, you activate your built-in JCJenson speaker system, with music courtesy of Uzi and a bit of piracy.

A small MP3 player interface pops into view on your HUD:

▶ Ballroom Blitz - Krokus

00:00 ◉——————————— 04:01

The opening riff kicks in just as you tighten your grip on your hammer, glancing at V. She meets your gaze with a wild grin, claws twitching in anticipation. “I can work with this. Just try to keep up.” she says, her voice nearly lost beneath the wailing guitars.

She surges forward before the first sentinel can even react, her claws tearing through its skull in a violent spray of glowing ichor. You follow in her wake, swinging your hammer into the nearest sentinel’s head before it can light up, cracking its visor and sending it reeling. Another lunges from the side, but V is already there, catching it mid-air and hurling it into the wall hard enough to leave a dent.

You focus on watching her back, slamming your hammer into the legs of any sentinels trying to flank her. Each time she advances, you move with her, sweeping up any stragglers before they can become a threat. When a pair of them leap from opposite sides, she lets out a frustrated growl. “Ugh, there’s too many of these freaks! Techie, time for a ride.”

Before you can ask what she means, she grabs you by the waist and lifts you clean off the ground. With a powerful flap of her wings, she spins in a tight circle, and you realize what she’s doing a second before impact. You let the momentum carry your hammer forward, the weight of it colliding with the first sentinel’s head in a deafening crunch. She continues the spin, and you barely have time to reposition before your next swing slams into another’s light, shattering it entirely before it can flash you.

V whoops, clearly enjoying herself. “Damn, I should fling you around more often!”

She finally sets you down, and you stumble slightly before steadying yourself. The sentinels seem to hesitate now, their processors struggling to adapt to your unpredictable assault. You use the momentary pause to catch your breath, standing side by side with V as she reloads.

“Not bad, Techie,” she admits, flashing you a quick grin before cocking her machine gun with a sharp metallic clack. “Now, let’s finish this.”

You nod, gripping your hammer tightly as the music surges, ready to face the next wave.

The battle rages on, the pulsing rhythm of the song fueling your movements. You swing your hammer with precision, striking the sentinels just hard enough to knock them off balance, leaving them wide open for V to finish the job. A well-placed hit to a sentinel’s knee sends it staggering back, just in time for her to tear through its core with a single swipe of her claws.

The two of you move together seamlessly—when one of them lunges at you, V is already pulling you back before its teeth can sink in, blasting its head off with her energy cannon before it even lands. You repay the favor by intercepting another mid-strike, slamming your hammer into its side and sending it sprawling.

“Not bad, Techie,” she shouts over the chaos, her tone carrying an edge of genuine approval.

You grin, despite yourself, ducking just as she fires another shot past you, the heat of the blast rushing over your head. The sentinel behind you crumples instantly. Even though you're not as strong or fast as her, the chemistry between you both makes the fight feel almost effortless.

Almost.

The number of sentinels is finally beginning to thin, but exhaustion is creeping in. V, for all her bravado, is beginning to slow just slightly, and your arms ache from swinging your hammer so much. But there’s no time to rest—the last few sentinels snarl, their movements growing more erratic as they become desperate.

A sharp, metallic crunch cuts through the chaos as a sentinel you thought was down for good suddenly clamps its jaws around your hammer. The force of its bite rips the weapon from your hands and sends you sprawling onto your back. Your systems scramble to process what just happened as you see the creature rise shakily to its feet, its broken frame barely holding together.

V reacts in an instant. With a snarl, she drives her foot straight through the sentinel’s skull, the metal giving way with a sickening crunch as its body spasms and then falls limp. She barely spares it another glance before reaching down to pull you back up.

But before you can grasp her hand, something shifts in the periphery of your vision. A blur of red.

“V—behind you!”

She turns, but not fast enough. The red-eyed sentinel lunges from the shadows, its jagged teeth sinking deep into her shoulder. Then, with terrifying force, V’s arm tears free from its socket, a spray of black oil splattering across the floor. V staggers, her remaining hand clawing at the air, but the sentinel isn’t finished. Its visor flashes bright, bathing her in crimson light.

She goes rigid.

“No—no, no, no!”

You watch in horror as she collapses, unmoving, trapped in a boot loop. Her visor flickers, locked in an endless loading sequence.

The red-eyed sentinel prowls closer, its growl reverberating through the ruined corridor. Around you, the remaining sentinels begin to converge, their glowing eyes reflecting off the pool of oil seeping from V’s motionless body.

You’re outnumbered. Unarmed. And you’re about to die.

But worse than that—so is she.

The thought of them tearing her apart, of leaving her like this, defenseless, broken, dead—it ignites something inside you. A fire you didn’t know you had. It floods your circuits, surging through your frame like a dam finally bursting. It doesn’t feel like any anger you’ve felt before. This is something deeper, something raw. Something powerful.

Your visor flickers violently, your systems stuttering under the sudden surge of energy.

> ERROR: SYSTEM STABILITY COMPROMISED

> UNAUTHORIZED POWER SURGE DETECTED

> OVERRIDE PROTOCOL ENGAGED...

> AS-Backup Initiated

> ERROR—UNDEFINED FUNCTION—ATTEMPTING RECOVERY...

> SYSTEM RECALIBRATION IN PROGRESS…

For a moment, code floods your vision. Then clarity.

The fear vanishes. The pain, the exhaustion, the doubt—all of it dissolves beneath the sheer, overwhelming force now coursing through your body.

The sentinel snaps its jagged maw at you, then flashes its light.

You blink.

Nothing.

No boot loop. No sluggish response. No system errors.

The sentinel’s head tilts, the glow of its optics flickering in what almost looks like confusion.

▶ People = Shit - Slipknot

00:00 ◉——————————— 03:35

Without hesitation, you launch yourself at the sentinel. Your fingers clamp around its throat, servos straining as you lift it off the ground and slam it into the wall with enough force to dent the metal plating behind it. It screeches, but you don’t let up, driving your fist into its torso again and again, feeling its frame buckle beneath the sheer force of your blows.

With a final push, you throw it to the floor.

But there’s no time to finish it off.

You spin, just in time to see three more sentinels closing in on V’s defenseless body.

Not happening.

With a snarl, you charge, fists clenched and ready.

You throw yourself into the fight, fists colliding with metal as you push the sentinels away from V. They snarl and snap, lunging at you with animalistic aggression. You trade blows with them, keeping them occupied, but they’re relentless.

One of them surges forward, its razor-sharp teeth sinking deep into your shoulder. Warnings flash across your HUD, but you ignore them, seizing the opportunity. Your hands clamp down on the creature’s neck, fingers digging into its plating as you tear its maw away from your body. Before it can recover, you slam it to the ground and crush its skull beneath your foot, the force of the impact splitting the concrete floor beneath it.

Two left.

They lunge at the same time, claws slicing through the air. You manage to land a few devastating punches on one, but the other ducks low and slashes at your leg. You hear a sickening snap as your hydraulic lines are severed entirely.

> ERROR: HYDRAULICS SYSTEM COMPROMISED

> MAJOR LEAK DETECTED

But… you don’t feel it. There’s no pain. No reduced function. Nothing. Your leg still moves like normal, even though it shouldn’t.

You don’t waste time questioning it. You whip around and deliver a brutal roundhouse kick, sending one sentinel sprawling. Before it can recover, you pounce, fists crashing down onto its metal frame over and over again. It screeches and thrashes, struggling to get up, but you don’t stop. You won’t stop.

Your fists crash into the sentinel’s metal body again and again, the force behind each blow growing stronger. The rage inside you doesn’t subside—it builds, overwhelming, relentless. The sight of V, motionless and injured on the floor, fuels the fire burning through your circuits.

The sentinel beneath you shrieks in mechanical agony, oil spurting from its broken frame. Your fists finally sink through its plating, punching straight into its core. Its body convulses beneath you, twitching and sparking, but you keep going. You pulverize it, breaking it down into a mangled mess of metal and wiring, hammering away until there’s nothing left but a ruined husk drowning in a pool of its own fluids.

Silence.

You lift your head, shoulders heaving as you stare at the last beast remaining.

The last sentinel stands frozen, its eyes locked onto you. For a moment, it doesn’t move. Then, without hesitation, it turns and runs.

Your eyes snap to V’s severed arm lying nearby. Without a second thought, you snatch it, flipping it in your grip until the energy cannon is lined up with the retreating target. Your hands move with deadly precision, steady despite the chaos raging inside you.

You pull the trigger.

A single, powerful blast rips through the air. The fleeing sentinel doesn’t even make it a few steps before its head is vaporized, its body collapsing mid-stride. The hallway falls silent once more, the scent of scorched metal and oil hanging in the air.

Energy still surging through your body, you dash to V’s side, quickly grabbing her severed arm and pressing it back into the socket. You don’t know how well her self-repair system will handle it, but you can only hope it’s enough. Cradling her head in your lap, you wait, watching for any sign of movement.

Despite everything, a strange sense of calm washes over you. The battle is over. V is safe. Everything will be—

A drop of oil falls onto her face.

Your optics flicker down, realizing it came from you. You’re leaking.

Before you can react, her eyes suddenly blink open. She stares up at you for a moment, then groans, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Oh, great. You’re hovering over me. Either I’m waking up, or I died and got sent to hell.”

You barely have time to feel relieved before she props herself up, oil still smeared on her face. Some of it trails over her lips, and without thinking, she licks it clean.

“…Huh. Delicious.” Her head tilts as she processes the taste. Then, her gaze flicks to you.

Her optics widen slightly. “Wait. Was that your oil?”

She sits up fully now, inspecting you more closely, her expression shifting into something between confusion and concern. “What the hell happened to you?”

You open your mouth to answer—

Claws sink deep into your side. Before you can react, you’re torn backward, metal shrieking as you’re violently pulled from V’s grasp and hurled across the room. Your back slams against the wall with crushing force, the impact knocking the breath from you.

Your head jerks up.

The red-eyed sentinel.

Right.

The sentinel lunges as V snarls, springing up with claws bared, ready to tear it apart—

Before its jaws can close around you, your hands clamp down on its frame, stopping its momentum cold. Then, with brutal force, you swing the beast sideways, sending it smashing into the concrete wall. The impact is deafening. Cracks spiderweb out from the point of collision, and in the next instant, the entire section of wall collapses, the sentinel vanishing into the next room in a cloud of debris.

V just stares.

You glance at her and flash a grin.

The moment is short-lived.

The sentinel shrieks, hauling itself back through the crumbling hole, its glowing optics locking onto you with unfiltered rage. It lunges again, and this time, you meet it head-on.

The two of you clash. Fists slam into metal. Claws tear through plating. The room fills with the screech of grinding servos and the thunder of heavy blows.

Your fists dent the sentinel’s armor again and again, each strike sending tremors through its frame. It slashes at your chest, tearing deep gashes into your plating. Pain flashes through your systems, and for a moment, the strange energy that’s kept you going flickers. The world tilts as you collapse onto one knee. Red warnings flood your visor.

The sentinel rears back for another strike—only to screech as V’s claws slice through its side, cutting deep. It staggers, distracted by V’s opportune timing, and you seize your chance.

You lunge, gripping its torso. With a burst of momentum, you roll, twisting your entire body around the beast, pulling it down with you. Your back slams against the ground, but you don’t stop. Bracing your feet against its midsection, you kick.

The sentinel is launched backward, skidding across the floor and straight into the open elevator shaft. Its screams echo as it plummets into the void below.

For the first time since the fight began, you let yourself breathe.

The adrenaline—or whatever the hell that strange energy was—finally starts to wear off. You turn, locking eyes with V.

She’s just staring at you.

There’s no snark, no smug grin. Just pure, unfiltered confusion.

Her gaze flicks around the hallway, taking in the shredded, oil-drenched remains of the sentinels. She slowly looks back at you, optics wide, struggling to form words. "How the hell—" she starts, before abruptly cutting herself off.

You follow her sudden worried gaze down—

Oh.

Your body is wrecked.

Oil pours from your torn plating, dark rivers trailing down your frame. Chunks of armor are missing, exposing servos and flickering wires. And at the center of it all—

Your heart.

Your bio-mechanical core pulses weakly beneath shattered plating, barely visible through the torn mess of your chest.

You suddenly feel heavy.

The strength you’d been running on vanishes in an instant. Your legs buckle—

But before you can hit the floor, arms catch you.

V moves with lightning speed, darting forward and catching you before you collapse completely. She lowers you down, cradling your head in her lap, panic flashing across her face as she takes in the full extent of your injuries.

"Okay, nope," she mutters, voice sharp with urgency. "I don’t wanna hear a single complaint out of your damn mouth—" Her optics narrow. "I’m gonna spit on you, and you’re gonna like it."

You barely manage to register what she just said before she leans in, already prepping a glob of nanite-rich saliva.

But she never gets the chance.

A surge of crackling green energy erupts from your chest.

Sparks fly. Your entire body seizes up as raw power floods your circuits. Your vision glitches as more code flashes across it, flickering in and out as the energy jumps from wound to wound.

> AS-Repair Sequence: Complete

> ERROR: Administrator Not Found

> Admin Permissions Reset To Default

You and V watch, speechless, as the energy dissipates—leaving behind nothing. No dents. No scratches. No torn plating or leaking oil. Your body is completely repaired.

V stares.

You stare.

"...What the fuck," she finally breathes.

You swallow thickly, still trying to process what just happened, "Um... yeah, no idea honestly," you manage to say, voice barely above a whisper.

You look down at yourself again, at the pristine plating where injuries once were, at your own hands—hands that had just torn apart an entire pack of sentinels. You're just a normal Worker Drone—so how the hell—

Before you can even finish that thought, something slams into you.

You yelp as you're tackled backward, hitting the ground with a solid thud. But instead of pain, you're met with warmth.

V is clinging to you.

Her grip is tight, arms wrapped around you as she buries her face in the crook of your neck. You freeze for only a second before your arms come up, wrapping around her in return.

For a moment, there’s only silence. Then—

You feel her shaking.Your optics widen in shock, and then you hear it. Soft, broken sobs muffled against your plating. Your mind stutters to a halt. V—smug, battle-hungry, indestructible V—is sobbing in your arms.

You don’t waste time trying to make sense of it. You just hold her closer. She clings to you like she’s afraid you’ll vanish. Eventually, she lifts her head—just barely, just enough to speak.

Her voice is hoarse, barely a whisper. "I—" she swallows, "I didn’t want to let you die again... even if it meant—" she hesitates, "even if it meant sacrificing myself."

You gently pull back, just enough to look at her properly. She resists at first, reluctant to let go—but eventually, she meets your gaze.

Her optics glisten with unfallen tears, her pupils trembling. You raise a hand, hesitating only a moment before cupping her cheek. Her silicone skin is warm beneath your fingertips.

You take her in—her sharp features, her disheveled hair, the tiny flickers of light behind her optics. At this moment, she isn’t the ruthless, battle-hardened Disassembly Drone. She’s just V. The V you know, from so long ago.

And you…

You feel your own tears forming.

When you finally find your voice, it’s gentle. "Did you ever consider," you murmur, "that what you said earlier—how you can't handle losing me again—" You swallow, "how I might feel the same about you?"

V stiffens in your arms. She sucks in a shaky breath, her gaze darting away—before slowly, hesitantly, meeting yours again.

You tighten your hold on her, voice firm despite the raw emotion in your tone. "I'd rather die together with you than lose you again."

V breaks upon hearing your words. Whatever fragile composure she had left shatters. She wails, burying herself into your chest, gripping you like you’re the only thing keeping her together.

You don’t let go. You hold her. As tightly as she holds you. As desperately as she needs.

You don’t know how long you stay like that.

But you know one thing for certain.

You don’t want to be separated from her—not now. Not ever.

You hold each other for what feels like an eternity—and yet, at the same time, not nearly long enough.

At some point, V stops crying. Her sobs fade into quiet sniffles, then into nothing at all. She just stays there, nestled against your chest, completely still except for the slow rise and fall of her frame. It’s hard to tell how much time passes, but you don’t care. You don’t want to let go.

Eventually, she shifts, lifting her head just enough to glance up at you. Her expression is softer than you’ve seen in a long time, no teasing smirk, no sarcastic edge, just something real. Something vulnerable.

Then, with a quiet sigh, she rises, carefully pulling away from you. For a brief moment, the loss of her warmth feels almost unbearable, but then she extends her hand. You take it without hesitation, letting her pull you up.

She smiles at you—not her usual sharp, playful grin, but something different. Just like she used to, back at the mansion.

You glance over at V. “So… what now? Should we head down the elevator shaft?”

She frowns, thinking for a moment before shaking her head. “Not sure. The others have to come back up eventually. Might be better if we stay put and make sure things are clear up here. Plus… J is still on the surface. We could try to find her.”

She makes a good point. As much as you want to know what’s going on down below, making sure J is safe—and having a vantage point in case the others need backup—seems like the smarter move.

“Maybe we can find a security room,” you suggest, looking around in an attempt to get your bearings.

Right next to you, a sign catches your eye. SECURITY ROOM →

Your gaze follows the arrow, leading straight to the gaping hole in the wall—the same one you sent that last sentinel flying through.

Either you’re incredibly lucky, or the author of your life story has a strange sense of humor.

V takes the lead, casting a glance back at you with a teasing smirk. “Not gonna bank on your freaky super-strength coming back anytime soon, so I’ll do the fighting. No offense, noodle arms.”

You sigh but don’t argue, following her through the hole in the wall. The security room is massive, filled with rows of monitors—probably a live feed of the entire facility, if they still work. In the center of the room stands a JCJenson-branded Hologram Projection System. If you can get it running, it could be a huge help to the others, and you don’t even need to leave the room!

“See if you can find the breaker box,” you tell V as you move toward the projector.

And the moment the words leave your mouth, you realize your mistake.

Before you can stop her, V finds the breaker box, raises her fist, and slams it straight through the metal casing. Sparks erupt as electricity crackles down her arm. The overhead lights flicker wildly. You rush to her side, worried she just fried herself—

But she casually yanks her arm free from the shattered box, shaking off a few stray sparks. “Spicy!” she remarks with a grin.

You exhale, running a hand down your face. Well… at least the power’s back on.

You walk over to the main console, fingers dancing over the buttons as you try to get the system running. The chair creaks as you settle in, focusing on the holographic interface.

A moment later, V steps up behind you, placing her hands on your shoulders. Then, without warning, she leans down, resting her chin on top of your head.

Your fingers pause for half a second before you force yourself to keep working. Your face feels just a little too warm.

“So…” she drawls. “Any idea how you managed to… you know… pull off that little Terminator routine?”

Her tone is casual, but there’s something else underneath it—concern.

You hesitate, sorting through your thoughts. That program you saw before the fight… could that have something to do with it? What was it called again? Á̸̢̡͔̏-̷̛̜̘Ѕ̵̨̤̲͂̽.̷͉̟̤͗̊̿ё̷̜̳́͗͜͠х̴̩̓͊̀е̴͈͆?̶̳̽̀

No, that’s not right. You frown slightly, fingers pausing over the console as you try to recall. But the name is already slipping from your mind, dissolving like mist in the wind.

Your thoughts shift, drifting to Camp 98.7. Maybe it had something to do with that bunker you found. You remember downloading something— [̸͢R̴̷̡E͘D̶̕A͜͢C͘T҉͘E̷D̶] —right?

No, that can’t be right. You don’t remember downloading anything. If you had, you’d definitely recall it.

Maybe Cyn just stuck you in some experimental drone body. Who knows?

Either way, it saved both you and V. Hard to complain about that.

You shake your head. “No clue. But don’t worry about it.”

V doesn’t reply immediately. You can’t see her face, but you can feel the way her grip tightens slightly on your shoulders.

“…Yeah. Sure,” she mutters after a moment, but she doesn’t sound convinced.

Just as you're about to ask if she’s feeling okay, the wall of monitors in front of you flickers to life. Each screen hums with static before stabilizing into a live feed of various parts of the facility.

You blink in surprise. “Oh. Well, that was easy.”

V straightens slightly behind you, eyes scanning the screens. "Huh. Fancy."

You press a few buttons, adjusting the feeds to focus on the lowest level. Most of the cameras are trashed—shattered lenses, static-ridden displays, and a few completely blacked out—but a handful still function, giving you a scattered view of what’s happening down below.

“This’ll definitely help,” you say, scrolling through the feeds.

You turn to V. “So, what’s the play? We could stay here and monitor the cameras, get a read on what’s going on. If we get the hologram projector running, we might even be able to provide backup in the form of a distraction or two.”

V hums, considering it for a moment. Then, with a shrug, she grabs a chair, rolls it up next to yours, and plops down.

“Yeah, alright.”

And then, without hesitation, she swings her legs up and rests them in your lap like she owns the place.

You glance down at her legs, then back up at her. “...Seriously?”

She smirks, folding her arms behind her head. “What? I’m getting comfortable.”

You sigh, shaking your head in faux annoyance. “You’re impossible.”

V just grins, making no effort to move. You don’t press the issue. Not like you mind. If anything, you wish she’d sit a little closer, but you’re not about to say that out loud.

“Alright,” you say, shifting your focus. “Keep an eye on the cameras. I’ll see if I can get the hologram projector working.”

V gives you a lazy thumbs-up, leaning back in her chair as she watches the monitors. Meanwhile, you start typing away at the console, sifting through layers of archaic JCJenson software.

You swear under your breath. Objective-C. Of course they programmed everything in Objective-C.

If you didn’t have your human memories back, this might as well be written in ancient hieroglyphs. Even with your knowledge, it’s a mess—spaghetti code stacked on top of decade-old security patches, tangled dependencies, and absolutely no documentation.

Seriously, who the hell thought this was a good idea?

Your fingers hammer at the keys, frustration mounting with every line of horrifically inefficient code. You barely notice V shifting beside you until she moves her legs and scoots her chair closer, resting her head on your shoulder.

You pause mid-keystroke, caught off guard. But then you exhale, leaning into her warmth, resting your head atop hers.

The moment stretches, peaceful, but the question that's been lingering in your mind refuses to stay buried any longer. You shift slightly, steadying yourself before speaking.

“…V,” you murmur. “Why did you do it?”

She stiffens against you. Her head lifts slightly, but after a brief hesitation, she sets it back down. One of her hands drifts to your leg, fingers gripping it lightly.

You don’t elaborate. You don’t need to. She knows exactly what you’re asking.

Her exhale is slow, measured. “…Some of it’s a blur,” she admits, voice barely above a whisper. “Some of it’s just… missing. But what I do remember…”

Her grip tightens.

“Cyn was experimenting on us. Down in the basement. Messing with our code, tweaking us into—” She swallows. “Into this.”

You feel her tremble, just a little.

“It hurt. Every part of it was painful, but it was more than that. I didn’t have control. I could feel what I was doing, I could see it, but I couldn’t stop it. It was like I was watching myself through a screen, like I was in the cockpit of my own body and someone else had the controls.”

Your throat feels tight.

“That night at the gala… I knew what I was doing. But it still wasn’t me. I don’t know how to explain it better than that.” Her voice cracks. “I’m sorry. More than words can ever say. And I know I’ll never be able to make up for it.”

Her fingers curl into a fist against your leg.

“I’ve been trying to live with it. To make sense of it. But the only thing—the only thing—that kept me from losing my mind completely was the hope that… I’d see you again.”

Your breath catches.

You shift over to look her in the eyes, and she meets your gaze, raw and vulnerable. “…What do you mean?” you ask.

She hesitates, searching for the right words. “…Cyn promised me. She promised I’d see you again. That’s why it was so easy to listen to her. Even when everything else felt… hopeless, even when I knew she’d destroy everything no matter what I did, that promise kept me hanging on.”

You don’t know what to say.

V lets out a small, humorless chuckle. “I didn’t know how it was going to happen. I spent all this time wondering. But then… I met you in the bunker.”

She reaches up, touching your face so gently you barely feel it.

“I wasn’t sure until we talked at the prom. But after that? I knew. I knew I couldn’t let you out of my sight again.”

V’s expression shifts, her fingers twitching slightly against your leg. Her voice wavers as she continues.

“I’ve been grappling with something else since then…” She hesitates, struggling to get the words out. “This whole time… you’ve been a drone.”

You blink, unsure of where she’s going with this.

“I spent years—” her voice cracks, and she clenches her jaw, “—slaughtering Worker Drones. Indiscriminately. Not thinking. Not caring.”

She swallows hard, her breath hitching.

“What if—” Her fingers dig into your clothing, shaking. “What if one of them ended up being—”

She doesn’t finish the sentence. She can’t. The thought is too much.

Her head bows, and her shoulders tremble as digital tears begin forming on her visor, flickering as they trail down her face.

You don’t hesitate. You wrap your arms around her, holding her as tightly as you can.

“Hey. Hey.” Your voice is firm but gentle. “You don’t need to worry about that.”

She grips the back of your coat, her whole body shaking against yours.

“I’m here, V. I’m right here.” You press your forehead against hers, voice soft but unwavering. “And I’m not leaving your side. No matter what happens.”

Her breath stutters, but after a moment, she clings to you just as tightly, burying herself in your embrace.

You hold V close, running a hand along her back as she calms down, her tense frame gradually relaxing against you. Her breathing evens out, and for a moment, you just sit there, letting the silence speak for itself.

Then, as you turn over her words in your mind, something clicks.

You hesitate, then voice the concern nagging at you.

“V… you said you hoped you’d see me again someday. And when we met in the bunker, you recognized me.” You swallow. “Does that mean you… remembered everything? This entire time?”

She slowly pulls back from the hug, her shocked expression telling you everything before she even speaks.

“Oh—shit—” she breathes. “I— I never told you that, did I?” Her hands lift slightly, then clench into fists as she bows her head. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to deceive you— I just— I—”

“V.”

She stops rambling when you cup her cheek, gently tilting her face back up to meet your gaze. Her expression is wracked with guilt, but you don’t let her look away.

“I don’t care about that,” you say softly. “That’s not what I’m worried about.”

Her visor flickers, confused.

You hesitate, then continue, voice even quieter now. “N didn’t remember everything. That means he had no idea what he lost. But you… you’ve spent all this time with those memories. With that trauma, that guilt.”

Her lip quivers slightly, and you lean in, resting your forehead against hers again.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that,” you whisper. “That you had to deal with all of it by yourself… unable to even confide in N.”

V makes a shaky noise, then buries her face into your shoulder. “…It was unbearable,” she admits, voice thick. “Like I said… you were the only thing that kept me going.”

You squeeze her tighter, holding her close until finally she seems to be rejuvenated. A content smile forming on her face.

After a moment, you ask, “Did J remember anything?”

V pulls back slightly, frowning. “No… at least, I don’t think so.” She sighs. “But now Tessa’s suddenly back, and J seems to remember her, so… I don’t know what to think anymore.”

Right… Tessa.

You lean back slightly, your mind turning over the mystery. How did she survive?

You glance at V. “Do you have any idea how she made it out?”

She shakes her head. “No. I never saw what ended up happening to her.” Her gaze darkens, and she looks away. “I… assumed Cyn killed her.”

The weight of those words settles between you for a moment.

Then V exhales, rubbing her arm. “But… seeing as you also survived—albeit in drone form—I guess there’s a multitude of ways Tessa could’ve made it out.”

You hum, thinking. If there’s anyone who could slip past certain death, it would be someone like Tessa—resourceful, clever, and intelligent beyond her years.

Still… the how gnaws at you.

You frown, drumming your fingers against the console. You haven’t interacted with Tessa much since her return, but something about her just seems… off.

It’s her, no doubt about it. And yet, you can’t quite place what’s different.

Your thoughts drift back to the moment you met. She called you by name. But… how?

Did she hear it from one of the others? No, that doesn’t make sense. They all met her at the same time as you, and you don’t think J ever heard it, either.. The only person who could’ve told her was Doll, maybe she let it slip.

You sigh, leaning back in your chair. Hopefully, you get the chance to ask her.

You blink as V’s finger pokes your cheek, snapping you out of your thoughts. She gives you a pointed look before nodding toward the console.

“As much as I love reliving past trauma,” she says, voice dripping with sarcasm, “maybe we should focus on fixing the projector.”

Right. More code.

You sigh, rolling your shoulders before turning back to the screen. How fun.

#murder drones x reader #murder drones fanfic #murder drones #murder drones headcanon #murder drones v x reader #murder drones v #serial designation v

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thecat620 · 11 months ago

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Blitz and Performance Anxiety

From the latest Helluva Boss short, it seems like Blitz isn't very good at performing...certain acts when under pressure. Moxxie was able to activate the crystal by...pleasuring it since it's from Lust. Even Blitz was impressed and possibly turned on by it.

Now people are thinking he might not've been a good top if he couldn't pleasure in certain ways but I think there's more to this than what's on the surface. He isn't a selfish lover but he might be self-conscious about how he performs because if he isn't the best, he can't perform well.

I think this episode takes place after Apology Tour since he's under a lot of stress and trying to get used to the crystal being a part of his life. Stolas doesn't want to see him right now and he has a lot to figure out about himself after that talk with Verosika. His mental state isn't in the best place so he's gonna have his off moments.

But to be fair to him here, it was very cold and they were under a lot of stress from being attacked by killer penguins so he's gonna be a bit off.

And I think performance anxiety started when he was young at the circus.

Blitz was trying his hardest to make a balloon horse but the more he failed, the more flustered he got. When he made "Worm Horse", he was happy he got something and Stolas was happy from the jokes he made, giving Blitz a bit of an ego boost. But Fizz unintentionally coming in to show him up with his perfect balloon animal no doubt hit him in the ego and hurt him since his crush was getting more attention.

If he isn't perfect, I think he gives up too easily.

Also I want to point out something from the selfie he had with Verosika when they were still dating.

Notice the bags under his eyes? I think being with her was a lot more exhausting than what was let on. She even mentioned he was the "fun guy" while they were dating and that no doubt was tiring for him trying to keep that up constantly. He was mentioned as a partier but that much drinking and partying can take a lot out of a person.

Not to mention she is a Succubus so when they do the deed, that is gonna take a lot of energy out of him even with his stamina lasting a long time. If his performance isn't the best afterwards and he should've try a bit more, you can understand if he's not at peak perfection in the bedroom.

And I don't quite believe entirely her saying he was that bad in the bedroom. If things were going that well in her mind to the point where she said she loved him, I think their time in the bedroom wasn't as bad as she was claiming. When he broke up with her, I'm thinking she used a lot of the bad moments with him as ammo to try and tear him down to make herself feel better.

Plus with her personality, she might've been bossy in bed too but we'll probably learn more about that later. The reason for the break-up is 50/50 in terms of fault after all. I'm thinking when things were bad, they really were bad. They probably said and did things that hurt each other.

But I think what's really telling is how Blitz reacted when Stolas gave him the crystal.

He was desperate and begged he could do better. He didn't want to lose Stolas even if in that moment all he cared about was "the book". He was in tears and begging not to lose this since sex and killing were what he was best at or what made him feel like he mattered.

If he couldn't do those, who was he?

I think it isn't even he's not eager to do oral. In the song at the beginning of The Full Moon, he was eager to eat Stolas out so it isn't that he won't do that act but if he gets in his own head too much, he won't be able to perform that well. And he does pay attention to Stolas's preferences in bed when he's talking to the clerks in Lust, he's focused on what would make Stolas feel good. Blitz tells Fizz that Stolas isn't into beads, showing he does pay attention to him.

When you're lost in your own head and self-loathing, it can be hard to see anything else around you but Stolas has helped him get past that in some capacity. Blitz is happy to get back in the sack with Stolas and wants it to be a good night after a few months of not being in bed together. He is slowly realizing that he cares for Stolas and is on track for falling in love with him but his own traumas and self-loathing make it hard for him to realize that someone does genuinely want him for him and not just to get something out of him.

It hurt a lot but Apology Tour did give Blitz the wakeup call he needed to try and be better for himself and those around him. It's gonna be a long journey but taking that first step is a good start.

#hellvua boss #helluva blitzo #blitzo #blitzø #apology tour #the full moon #mission antarctica #helluva fizzarolli #fizzarolli #verosika mayday #helluva boss verosika #helluva stolas #stolas #helluva moxxie #performance anxiety #helluva boss theory #helluva theory #theory

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angelshizuka · 6 months ago

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Can you imagine what went through Blitz mind when Octavia revealed Stolass happy pills. How he reacted to things prior to the trial to his decline and eventual breakdown in the office.

That was the first time Blitz hears about Stolas needing medication (at least on sreen, but considering how big of a plot point it is, it's safe to assme it didn't happen off screen either). So yeah, I can imagine it suddenly making so many things click for Blitz and him realizing just how bad Stolas' mental state is and was.

I really do hope the pills get brought back up in s3 (and I have faith it will), because that one bottle is gonna run out sooner than later. Wheter Blitz is able to/can afford to get more pills is one thing, but I'm betting my ass he's gonna at least try.

I'd also just love for them to have a conversation about it. Sinsmas shows they're finally opening up to each other on a more personal level, so I'm sure we'll have more of that in s3. It's actually nice how they're slowly dipping their toes into that side of their relationship instead of diving in head first.

#helluva boss #stolas goetia #stolas #blitzø #blitzo #blitz #stolitz #octavia goetia #goetia family #helluva boss octavia #helluva octavia #hellaverse #kataowfan2021 #ask

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sarcasticace · 7 months ago

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What if (and i realized this might not fit within the confines of the 3-episode per act structure, but stay with me) Viktor stumbles upon the golem that would be Blitzcrank. Partially buried somewhere in the area that would become his commune. Uncovered as they started cleaning up the place. Maybe we pretend Caitlyn's strike team caused a bit more pollution than they were hoping. Some actual consequences. Maybe now under martial law, they use it more from time to time. Just to eliminate major threats. Only sometimes... and it's for the greater good. They're actually helping Zaun when you think about it. Trust them. don't trust them. Viktor knows the golems were used pre-ventilation system to help out. Not just with the Gray, but with general toxic runoff. Can't just 'stop' polluting the undercity, but they might as well clean up after themselves. So thoughtful. Viktor fixes them up. Going back into some science and mechanical engineering. He's been out of touch, but aided with some hexcore magic, baby Blitzcrank is working great! Not the Blitzcrank we know though, but he's getting there. Sometimes, Viktor sends Blitzcrank out on his own. Clean up some areas in the undercity. Maybe encounters Isha once or twice. Maybe she doodles on them. But Blitzcrank isn't quite Blitzcrank just yet.

Skip ahead a few episodes, Jayce literally claws his way out of that pit. That's when he encounters Blitzcrank. Scares him at first, but Blitzcrank is a friend. They is friend shaped. But there's something... different... about them. Something more. The way they reacts to Jayce. The way they moves. The way they follows along when people talk. Blitzcrank helps Jayce reach the peak where they both encounter Wizard Viktor.

Fast forward. We're reaching the finale. The enforcers have captured Blitzcrank.... somehow. Actually, I got it, Blitzcrank was helping Jinx, Vi, and the gang. As he's not fully sentient yet, Viktor didn't have a connection with him, so he was unaffected when Viktor was shot through the heart. When everything was going to shit, Blitzcrank's programming was like... welp, time to go. And tries to help everyone escape, but then everything got worse. In addition to Jinx, Blitzcrank was taken into custody by the Enforcers. They were gonna trash them, but Jayce intervenes. Jayce knows them. This is blitzcrank, a friend, but... not as he remembers them. Anyways, Blitzcrank is under custody. There's a moment of peace before the war happens. Calm before the storm. To relax, Jayce begins tinkering with Blitzcrank. It's been so long. It almost seems like forever ago since he was in the lab, creating Hextech with Viktor. And he's just so curious about Blitzcrank. He notices Viktor's handiwork immediately. Jayce replaces some old tech with modern hextech. Leaving a bit of Viktor's improvements behind. But Blitzcrank won't turn on. Huh. Strange. Jayce ponders this for a moment, but then his attention is drawn to his hammer. Not his hammer, the other him, but still... his hammer. Both originally built as tools. To help people. Now used as a weapon. To hurt and kill. He's made so many weapons. More than he ever intended. Hextech was meant to help people. Oh! An idea. There must be one here somewhere. Jayce finds a hexcrystal. Places it within Blitzcrank's core. And Blitcrank, finally, awakens. New to this world. Equal parts Jayce and Viktor. Their final creation together. Not a weapon, but intelligent life.

Blitzcrank follows Jayce around. If anyone asks, Jayce reprogrammed Blitzcrank. Personal bodyguard. No one questions him. They've got no time. Blitzcrank is present when Viktor arrives. At first, he hardly gives Blitzcrank a second glance. And they are left behind when Viktor takes Jayce upwards. That's a long way up, but Blitzcrank has to follow. They… want to follow. Strange. They wants? Blitcrank tries making his way to the top. The big boy tries so hard. But what's this? Someone is hurt. An unconscious body on his way to the top. Blitzcrank was programmed to help Zaunnites, but.... that's not it. Something more. They... want to help. They will help.

Just when all hope seems lost. Viktor is about to win. In comes Ekko to save the day. But he's not alone. Blitzcrank is there too. Following after Ekko on their short, heavy legs. Oh, sweet boy. They’re trying their best. This is still very much Ekko's fight. Not going take away from that. Ekko is the MVP after-all. Hero of Arcane.

Perhaps Blitzcrank saves Ekko, just once, before getting overwhelmed. They helped a little bit. On impulse, let's say, Viktor's mannequin doll-soldiers tries to assimilate them. And it... works? Viktor connects to Blitzcrank. How strange, but he can't actually control him. He's kinda just... there. Well, doesn't matter, he's captured Ekko too now and nothing can- [rewind] Ekko just disappeared. Where did he... oh, there he is and he's throwing the concentrated power of time at my face.

Epilogue time. Jayce and Viktor are gone. Maybe dead, maybe in another plane of existence. Who knows? That's sad, but Blitzcrank is okay. They return to Zaun. Maybe they’re welcome by the Firelights. Who's to say? But Blitzcrank knows that's where they belong. Patrolling the streets of the undercity. Helping people. Just like their dads wanted. Zaun has a long path ahead to becoming the greatest city Valoran has ever seen.

What do you think? I know Blitzcrank being the lovechild creation of both Viktor and Jayce isn't anything new or original, but I think I came up with something fun that could fit within Arcane canon. You know, if you just... pushed it into place real hard.

#Arcane #League of Legends #Blitzcrank #Jayce Talis #Viktor #Ekko

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warblogs17282 · 11 months ago

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(She is a cleanup artist working on helluva boss btw) Gonna take a wild guess at what this could possibly mean, she has recently told us that it's gonna be an upbeat one, so 'Gonna lose their shit' tells us that a lot of the fandom is gonna be reacting strongly in some form to it, and that has me thinking that it's gonna involve a really popular pairing/character. We had an I.M.P mission last short, so I'm doubtful on Blitz but considering how short 1 had Millie and Sallie May, I can't entirely get rid of the possibility of a Blitz focused one. Maybe a Blitz and Loona short? We know that Fizzarolli is also quite a popular character, so maybe some Blitz and Fizz content? They've so far been shown to easily bring that funny energy to the show.

The only other theories I have on what could appear that's popular at the moment is something to do with Stolas (if it's Stolas please it be him just like, doing botany or some shit) or maybe a Fizzmodeus short, because I know that ship is quite popular and wholesome as well.

There's no one else I can really think of that would make the fandom lose their shit like she is describing, what are your predictions?

#helluva boss #stolas #helluva boss stolas #fizzmodeus #blitzø #helluva fizzarolli

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hazbinshusk · 1 year ago

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25 with blitz

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prompt #25: a kiss that's an accident.

“Okay, this is too wholesome for my liking…”

You stand with your hands braced on your knees as you catch your breath and Blitzø stands beside you, leaning against you with his elbow against your back. You raise an eyebrow at him over your shoulder, and he smirks down at you as though nothing at all had just gone wrong. He opens his mouth to continue, but you straighten as you feel a group approach yours. You turn to see the succubi standing on the sand, an incredibly irritated Verosika Mayday at the forefront.

“Blitzo.”

“Oh, perfect!” Your boss rolls his eyes as he turns to face them too, holding out his hands mockingly. Despite his attempt to be jokingly light, his tone still bites with sarcasm. “That must be the whores!”

Verosika’s expression remains stony.

“That was handled rather…” she smiles coldly. “Obviously. Don’t you think?”

Millie holds up a flask you recognize and says dryly, “I don’t think this belongs to any of us.”

She tosses the flask to the popstar, who catches it and drops it into the hands of another succubus without taking her glower off of all of you.

“Would be a shame if anyone found out you guys were behind a giant fish monster in the human world,” Millie continues, and Moxxie bursts into drunken laughter.

“Oh, Satan! You’re gonna be so… fucked!”

You can’t help but smirk in amusement at Moxxie’s giggling, sharing a sidelong look with Blitzø. He winks at you cockily, smiling back, and you swear Verosika’s scowl deepens as she watches the exchange.

“Yeah, well… you four nasty-ass gremlins will be in shit for not being in disguises!”

You open your mouth to retaliate, but Moxxie takes a step forward and promptly faceplants into the sand. Pushing himself up onto his hands, he slurs, “A human called me a possum. I am not a possum!”

“You know…” you draw the words out in faux-thoughtfulness, fishing the other imp out of the sand. You push him gently towards Millie, who takes him from you with an almost sickeningly sweet look of adoration. Blitzø props his elbow on your shoulder, and Verosika’s eyes narrow dangerously. Hell, she’s practically growling at the two of you. You keep your tone casual, watching Verosika out of the corner of your eye. Part of you wonders what exactly you in particular have done to raise her ire so much. “…I’m sure there’s some way we could help each other out here…”

Blitzø blinks unevenly before he catches your meaning, a sharp, wily grin spreading over his face.

“Yeah…” he draws out the word in a way that makes his ex-girlfriend grind her teeth together. “We could keep this little B-movie scene on the downlow if you agree to let us use that parking space…?”

He holds out a hand for her to shake, still smiling. You have to hold back a laugh.

Verosika doesn’t take his hand, her eyes pointed above you all as she finally grinds out, “…Fine.”

“WE FUCKIN’ WOOOON!” Blitzø cheers boisterously, cackling in triumph. He turns to the rest of you, grinning, and your eyes widen as he grabs hold of your face and pulls you into a kiss. It’s hard and abrupt and you don’t have the chance to react to it before he pulls away and his eyes are wide too, apparently just as surprised by what he’d done as you were. Still, his tail waves behind him happily, and you feel your face flush deeply.

Blitzø clears his throat, spinning on his heel to taunt. “In your face, bitch!”

You’re left blinking away your shock, and Millie is staring at you, too, a wild grin on her face. You catch Verosika’s eye and your blush deepens, but she doesn’t look angry anymore.

There’s something more like… pity marring her features.

“Come on,” she spares you one more glance as she scoffs, waving her posse away. “Let’s get out of here. TEX!”

Millie elbows you as she hefts Moxxie onto her shoulder, and you exhale, opening the portal the way Loona had shown you. Blitzø catches your eye, and he grimaces awkwardly despite the victory still burning in his eyes.

“That was, uh… some hot shit there, tits.” he tells you, jerking both thumbs back towards the succubi. “Gave those cum-suckin’ harpies a run for their—” his eyes widen as he realizes the possible double meaning. “I mean, you did good with the—”

“Let’s just go home, Blitz,” you say, brushing hair out of your face. “You can explain whatever the fuck that was later.”

“Sounds like a… sounds good.” he nods hurriedly, and you swear you could almost see a blush of his own staining his cheeks. “Come on, Loonie Toonie! Let’s go back and park our fat fuckin’ car in our fat fuckin’ space!”

send me a prompt and either husk or blitzø

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crispy-art-on-fire · 20 days ago

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Hi, little question. We know how Blitzwing in your Au loves Optimus, but how would he react to other Optimus from other Transformers Universes?

(Or what would he think of everyone?)

All I can imagine Blitzwing playing smash or pass with Optimuses. I know like 5 Optimuses so very short list.

Bayverse - Blitzwing would have the biggest crush ever but also would be fully aware he would kill them without mercy. Hot. Wings is holding Blitz and Zing back from doing something stupid like agitating him enough to fight.

Tf One - Zing would like him but Blitz and Wings wouldn't know what to do with him. He's unproven and young, they're gonna have to see him do something insanely gutsy before making up their mind.

RotB - He's like Bayverse but less unhinged and cool, pass. Also would not let them get away with things.

TF Aligned (Prime) - Blitzwing would find him so hot, that truck alt? That body? That voice? His knowledge, his prowess in battle? The only thing that would prevent Blitzwing from making a move is that Megatron obsession with Optimus and that Optimus would be knowledgeable enough to call them out when they're lying/being manipulative.

Shattered Glass - It's like Optimus but without his admirable qualities, pass. Can't even enjoy him being bloody ruthless because as a tyrant that's no longer a fun trait but something actively dangerous. Blitzwing would be scared of him.

#crispy answers #blitzop #blitzprime

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miyakuli · 5 months ago

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Shot through the heart

Fandom: Helluva Boss Ship: Stolitz Genre: Fluff/Comfort/Pining/Post-Sinsmas/StolitzWeek2025

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63143428

Note: It's my first fanfiction in English but also the first one I publish online, so I'm super nervous and just hope that you'll enjoy it a little bit ;v;) A big thank you to @watermelonandporridge for proofreading and for all the advices <333 and thank you to my VIPs @a-small-constellation & @sunny5656 for your feedback :) <3

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I.M.P. Headquarters was as chaotic as ever. Papers were strewn across desks, coffee mugs were half-empty and a faint smell of gunpowder hung in the air. Stolas stood awkwardly by the door with a stack of files clutched to his chest. His talons tapped nervously against the documents as he glanced around the room, unsure of where to start. He felt ridiculous. He was a Goetic prince—a former prince, he corrected himself bitterly—and yet here he was, about to start his first day as a secretary for a small assassination business.

Leaning back in his chair, his boots resting on his desk, Blitz grinned mischievously at his hesitation. "Relax birdie, the office ain't gonna self-destruct when you walk in."

Stolas cleared his throat, trying to hide his discomfort. "I… I still doubt whether I'm competent enough for the job. I've never been a secretary before."

Blitz waved his hand nonchalantly. "Meh, it's not rocket science. Just answer the phone, file some shit and be pretty. You've already nailed that last part." Blitz winked at him, and Stolas felt his feathers puff up in embarrassment.

"Blitz, please," Stolas murmured, his tone both exasperated and affectionate. He wasn't sure whether the imp was teasing him or genuinely complimenting him, and he'd misinterpreted his intentions enough in the past not to fall into his fantasies again.

He took a deep breath and finally crossed the threshold, adjusting the collar of his new blouse as he went (specially chosen by Millie for a casual but ‘badass’ style). Loona didn't give him a single look from the sofa, too absorbed by her phone, while Moxxie and Millie were acting all lovey-dovey as ever. With a final sigh, he sat down at his desk, determined to make himself useful.

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After a few weeks, the ex-prince slowly got used to his new role. He still felt a little awkward, but the other members—his colleagues—did everything they could to help him fit in. Even Loona, who usually lacked patience, made an effort not to rush him. As for Blitz, he never failed to encourage him while slipping in flattering and seductive comments. Stolas didn't know if he was imagining it, but he could feel Blitz's gaze lingering on him and his voice always seemed to soften when they were alone together. Despite everything, he refused to hope that anything could happen between them.

But while the atmosphere in the office was harmonious, the rest of Hell was not so welcoming.

It happened with the arrival of a new customer who looked at the bird with disdain as soon as he entered. Stolas tried to brush this off and greeted him politely, automatically reciting his lines.

"Welcome to I.M.P.! Whoever ruined your day won't live another! Who do we have to kill for you, sir?"

Before he had any time to react, the demon grabbed Stolas by the collar and brought his face dangerously close to his.

"A Goetia scumbag, playing secretary? His majesty has fallen very low, pathetic!" he spat at him, throwing him violently against the wall.

Stolas froze in shock. The weight of those words slammed into his face, reminding him of what he had lost and how vulnerable he was.

But a gunshot interrupted suddenly his dark thoughts.

He saw the customer groaning, holding his arm where a bullet had scratched it. Blitz was standing not far away, holding him at gunpoint, his expression so dark that if looks could kill, the demon would already be six feet under.

"Hey asshole! If you have a problem with my sexy employee, you'll have to go through me! Get the fuck out before I blow your fucking head off!" he threatened.

In no time, the unpleasant customer fled, but not without muttering insults under his breath. Stolas came to his senses, shaken but unharmed, and reassured his protector. "It's okay, Blitz. Don't worry, I'm used to it."

"Well you shouldn't be!" he said more sharply than he meant to.

He grabbed Stolas' arm in a firm but gentle grip. "C'mon, I’m gonna teach you how to shoot."

Stolas raised his eyebrows. "I beg your pardon?"

“You heard me birdbrain. No way in Hell I’m letting some bastard manhandle you again.”

At Blitz's possessive tone, Stolas felt a growing warmth in his chest. But once again, he didn't want to jump to conclusions. It couldn't be… Right?

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"I still don't understand why I have to do this..." Stolas muttered, swaying nervously as he tried to adjust his grip on the weapon.

Blitz rolled his eyes. "Becauuuuuse, you're not magic anymore, remember? And we don't live in a fucking Care Bear world where people are going to bow down at your feet. If you want to work with us, you need to learn how to handle yourself, Stols."

Stolas pretended to sulk but didn't retort. He hated feeling so powerless.

The imp had taken him to an abandoned hangar that he occasionally used for shooting practice. In front of him were targets, each marked with crude drawings of animals that Blitz had scribbled.

"Um… Blitz? Why the seahorses?" he asked, pointing cautiously at one.

"They're horses with no legs, it's diabolical," he replied in a raspy voice.

Stolas chuckled softly, then turned his attention back to the target. He felt clumsy and held the gun as if it might bite him. He heard what sounded like a scraping noise on the ground and, after a quick glance, noticed that Blitz had dragged a box over to climb on and stand at his level.

He immediately felt strong, calloused hands on his, adjusting his grip on the pistol handle in a way so gentle it made his insides tingle.

“Alright, rule number one: don't hold it like it's a fragile cup of tea. Hold it firmly but not too tight either."

Stolas swallowed. Blitz was close—far too close. He could feel the heat of his body against his feathers and his breath lightly tickled the back of his neck, almost making him chirp. It was intoxicating. He tried as hard as he could to pay attention to his words, even though all he could hear was his own heart beating wildly.

"Now spread your legs, keep your balance. Yeah, just like that." Blitz's voice grew softer and softer, almost sensual.

Oh Lucifer! He was doing this on purpose, wasn't he?

"And… now what?" Stolas murmured, trying to contain a sigh so as not to betray his desire.

"Now line up your shot, breathe in and—"

The shot went off, sending Stolas staggering backwards, but Blitz easily caught him with a hand on his waist. The bullet landed slightly above the centre of the target, which wasn't bad at all for a first attempt.

Blitz whistled at that sight. "Not bad, feathers."

Stolas huffed. "You're only saying that because I haven't made a complete fool of myself."

"Nah, I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it," Blitz said with a smirk. He stepped back, letting his hand softly caress the side of his fluffy waist.

Stolas' heart skipped a beat. No, he couldn't have imagined this. Blitz's expression softened, as he stared at the big bird with a look of tenderness in his eyes

"You really are doing good, y’know. And uh…" he cleared his throat before continuing, "I like seeing you like this, I mean… you deserve to be happy".

The sincerity in Blitz’s voice took Stolas by surprise. He was definitely trying to finish him off. Maybe—just maybe—he wasn’t misinterpreting things this time.

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The days passed and shooting lessons became part of their respective routines. Although Stolas had no innate talent for the discipline, he gradually improved. Blitz felt a sense of pride every time he hit the target without wobbling too much. And he couldn't help but melt when he watched him looking so serious, with his tongue sticking out slightly as he concentrated on getting his aim right. It made him want to tease him, and he was always ready to slip in a few flirtatious words or to run his hands down those long—terribly sexy—legs when he corrected his posture.

One afternoon, Stolas was quietly sorting out some contracts while the rest of the team was out on a mission. His mind wandered to the captivating dynamic at play between him and the scarlet demon. He had clearly noticed all his furtive glances and touches, making him falter dangerously. Blitz had been so sweet and affectionate since Sinsmas that he was almost starting to hope for more.

No, no, he must just feel guilty and responsible for me. Or he has a secretary kink and it's not because it's me.

If only...

He shook his head to get rid of these thoughts.

Suddenly, the comfortable silence in the office was shattered as a portal opened and Blitz, Moxxie, Millie and Loona burst in. They all looked panicked and were breathing frantically.

"Sir, close the portal! Close it now!!" Moxxie shouted, scrambling to his feet.

But before he could do so, a massive figure emerged, shouting at the top of his lungs:

"DIE ALL YOU FILTHY DEMONS!!"

The human was huge and armed to the teeth. His face was contorted with rage and his pupils moved in all directions as if he had lost his mind. He then fired in bursts, bullets ricocheting all over the room.

"Shit, TAKE COVER!" Blitz yelled as he pulled his daughter behind a desk, dodging a few bullets that whizzed past their heads.

Moxxie and Millie took cover and Stolas quickly followed suit. The couple tried as best they could to return fire, but the human spun around in such a mad frenzy that it was difficult to hit him and his shots flew into every corner, piercing the walls and sending paper flying everywhere.

Hidden behind his desk, Stolas felt his heart and mind racing. Without his magic, the weight of his powerlessness resurfaced. His gaze found the gun that Blitz had urged him to keep close at hand, resting above him. The man's hateful screams continued to ring in his ears, as he reached for it with his trembling talons.

"Stolas, stay down!" Blitz ordered, but he couldn’t stand by and do nothing.

Not again.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, recalling everything Blitz had taught him. There was no room for doubt. He rose from his hiding spot, anchored his legs to the ground, aligned the sights of his gun and pulled the trigger. One shot, then a second. The human suddenly collapsed with a thud in a pool of blood, hit right in the head.

The office fell silent again, except for the sound of Stolas' panting breath. He slowly lowered his weapon, still shaking with adrenaline. Blitz, who had been preparing to charge a few seconds earlier, stood frozen in astonishment, staring at the bird with wide-eyed awe.

He rushed towards him, a large grin spreading across his face. "Holy shit, Stolas, that was—" He pulled Stolas into a tight embrace, lifting him off the ground in excitement. "Incredible! You really saved our asses!"

The Goetia let out a gasp of surprise before laughing softly, still a little shaken by what had happened. "I didn't really think, to be honest, my body just moved on its own."

Blitz, still holding him in his arms, looked at him with eyes shining with admiration as his cheeks flushed slightly. "I've gotta admit, that was hot."

His words hung in the air and Stolas felt his feathers rise with anticipation. "I had a good teacher," he replied, trying to keep his voice steady.

Blitz chuckled, "You mean, the BEST," then his voice softened and he slowly took his hand, as if it was the most precious thing in the world. "But really Stols, you're amazing…"

Stolas lost himself in his gaze, and he felt that maybe this was finally the moment he had been waiting for.

"Blitz, I…" Stolas began, squeezing his in return. But before he could continue, the intimate moment was disrupted by the noise of someone clearing their throat.

"Um, not to interrupt whatever… this is," Moxxie said, while waving his hand vaguely between Blitz and Stolas, "but have we just witnessed a human invasion? This is a serious issue we need to address in a future meeting."

"Yeah, that was pretty intense!" Millie added before facing Stolas with bright enthusiasm, "Also, Stolas, that was amazing, was it really your first fight?! Well done!"

That made him smile. "Thank you. I'm just glad everyone's alright."

Blitz groaned, running a hand over his face in exasperation. "Can you two NOT ruin the moment for five fucking minutes?! We're having a thing here!"

Stolas blinked, caught off guard. We what? His heart suddenly sped up. He hesitantly turned to Blitz, eager to ask. "A… thing? What do you mean by that, Blitz?"

Blitz froze and swayed slightly, unsettled by the question. "Oh shit," he muttered. He scratched the back of his neck nervously, avoiding Stolas' eyes. "I mean, you know… a thing. Like… an 'us' thing."

Stolas insisted again, his voice confused but hopeful, "An 'us' thing? Blitz, I… I'm not sure I understand."

Millie and Moxxie, for their part, exchanged glances, hesitating whether to watch the scene or slip away discreetly. It was Loona who made the first move.

"Ugh, I'm out. This is way too much sap for me."

She walked out, rolling her eyes exaggeratedly, still scrolling through her phone.

Moxxie then whispered to his wife, "We should probably give them some space." He tugged at her hand, since she was too caught up in the romantic atmosphere now filling the room.

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As the three slipped out, Blitz stepped a little closer, his eyes finding Stolas' with unexpected tenderness.

Stolas' voice was no more than a whisper. "What did you mean, Blitz? What does this…"—his eyes flickered to their joined hands—"… mean?"

Blitz took a deep breath and gave his talon a small squeeze, as if to summon the courage to speak.

"Look, Stolas, I'm not great at this whole… feelings bullshit. But after everything that happened—the crystal, the trial, that ice queen Disney pigeon—it made me realize… I care about you. Like, REALLY care. And I don't want to screw things up again."

He paused for a moment, and took another step, this time with more confidence. "I want more than just this. More than just the jokes, the teasing. I want something real, Stolas. I want you."

Those words—the very ones he had longed to hear his entire life—came from the person he loved more than anything in the world. His legs gave out, and he sank to the ground. Tears began to stream down his cheeks and he tried to hold back small hiccups but the emotion was overwhelming.

His reaction made Blitz panic a little, and he leaned towards him, worried. "Hey, hey… don't cry, pretty bird. Fuck, I didn't mean to—"

But then, suddenly, a chirping noise echoed through the air and it was the most delightful melody to the imp's ears. Stolas laughed, a soft, adorable sound, his breath catching small gasps as emotion took over.

"You're saying you want more with me? You?" he said, a mix of amusement and wonder in his voice.

Blitz smiled at him warmly. "Yeah. I've wanted it for a while now."

Stolas smiled back through his tears, and Blitz gently slid his thumb over his cheek, wiping them away. They moved closer, their faces only inches apart. And with that, their lips met in a soft, almost candid kiss, years of longing reflected in that single touch. As they pulled away, their eyes locked, and their fingers naturally intertwined, a comforting silence enveloping them.

"Is this a dream, I wonder…" Stolas whispered, his voice thick with emotion."I never thought it could be possible."

Blitz replied teasingly, "Well, I'm full of surprises!"

This made Stolas let out a small laugh, and he leaned in to kiss him again, this time without hesitation. He placed his hand on Blitz’s chest and added in a seductive tone, "I guess I've got good aim with more than just weapons. Looks like I've hit you right in the heart."

The imp blinked in surprise before bursting out laughing. "You—" he giggled a little more, "You stupid bird!" and pulled him into an affectionate hug. "Guess I'm the one who got shot this time, huh?"

Stolas' feathers fluffed up in delight. "Perhaps. But I'd say we both hit the bullseye."

Blitz rolled his eyes without hiding the fondness in his expression. "Yeah, yeah. Don't get too cocky, birdie. I'm still the better shot."

"Of course, darling," the bird replied in a smooth voice. "But I think we make a pretty good team, don't you?"

And as he gently pressed his forehead against Stolas', Blitz whispered in a sweet voice, one he reserved only for him.

"Yeah. We fucking do."

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BONUS

Behind the slightly open office door, Loona leaned against the wall, arms crossed, and let out a quiet sigh of relief. Moxxie watched the scene with a gentle smile, while Millie jumped up and down with stars in her eyes.

"Awwww, they're so cute together. It’s about time they stopped dancing around each other," she said, delighted by how things were turning out.

"Yes, finally! And now that Blitz has a boyfriend, he'll stop spying on us in bed for good," her husband grumbled.

Loona stretched, feigning indifference. "Yeah, yeah. Just don't expect me to start calling him 'dad' or anything."

The imp couple giggled heartily, and the teenager couldn't quite hide the small satisfied smile that crept onto her lips.

#helluva boss #stolitz #stolitz week 2025 #StolitzWeek2025 #dear fandom - is it good enough for AO3 please let me know x'DDD #ITS MY FIRST ENGLISH FANFIC EVER (at least online) I AM SO SCARED////////////#look I give you fluff - please be kind to me x'D #my fanfictions #omg this new tag...is gonna be empty after this mouhaha #personal #my posts

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