#finally seeing Blitzø ready to face things head on

[bleucaesura]

Something, something - Blitzø finally coming into emotional “balance” - as shown by the scars on his face.

🤗 Symbolism! 😅

His delusions are slowly getting stomped out by emotional realizations and he’s finally seeing his feelings and Stolas’s for what they really are.

Oh my precious boi 🥺 He’s growing. 🥹

[effy-writes]

Hii can I request Blitzø hcs with a fem S/O who always says she's ok and fine even when she's not, like she's sensitive but knows people are rude and shitty, so she keeps all her feelings in and doesn't speak up bc she doesn't wanna seem like a burden? Tyy!

ofc!! sorry this took so long

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blitz x f! reader who feels like a burden hc’s

• growing up you’ve always been told to keep your feelings to yourself because it’s a “hush hush” type thing (mainly because of your parents)

• even before you and blitz started dating you always kept things buried inside. you’re a typical yapper, but go completely non verbal whenever you’re going through some things

• blitz being blitz, he didn’t pay attention to it at first until he made a joke one day that may or may not made you cry in the bathroom

“thank satan you stopped talking, you were driving me crazy.”

you abruptly left the meeting room and locked yourself in the bathroom, leaving blitz to himself like, “wtf did i even say”

• later on he asked you about it, being like “did i say something orrr” and you told him you were already having a shitty day and that’s when the dots connected. “well if you ever need to spill your heart out you can.”

• you appreciated it, but didn’t want to feel like a burden to him since he already has his problems.

• years later, you two started a serious relationship. he trusted you already, so he wasn’t afraid to talk to you about his stuff (you had to pesterize him for it, but he did managed to tell you things)

• you on the other hand was still afraid of being a burden to him. you didn’t want him to think that you’re too much for him to handle so you kept things to yourself.

• blitz still caught on that you’re not being honest about your feelings, so he would ask you allll the time.

“i’m fine, okay? im fine. don’t worry about me.”

“just tell me what’s going on.”

“i’m just tired.”

“bullshit and you know it.”

•after arguing back and forth you finally told him what’s been bothering you, which consisted of people being shitty to you in the past and how their words still affect you to this day, your own thoughts haunting you, anxiety, etc.

• blitz understood 100% about what you were getting at and he told you that he won’t ever think of you as a burden and that you shouldn’t be afraid to talk to him about things

“but you already have your own stuff to deal with, i don’t want to be added on your plate.”

“and you were always there when i needed you and i want to be there for you.”

• he comforted you as many times as he could. whenever you’re not talking or slouching in chairs he’ll take your hand into his wherever you guys are at. in a meeting and sees that you’re not okay? he’ll sit beside of you and hold your hand while continuing to talk. ESPECIALLY when you guys are laying down on the couch or bed he’ll just flat out hold you, even if you don’t tell him what’s going on because eventually you’ll tell him.

• “want me to fuck those feelings out?”

“let’s role play, me being the therapist and you’re my patient. let’s sigmund freud up this bitch!”

• he really cares about you but has a weird way of saying it

• he offered an idea to where if you really don’t want to talk to him about when you’re sad/upset/any other negative emotions, you can lay your head on his lap facing his stomach so he’ll know if you’re not okay.

• you liked that idea, and the first time you followed through with it blitz kinda got confused but then was like “oh shit, she’s not okay”

you would bury your head against his stomach, wanting to get as close to him as possible. blitz combed your hair with his fingers and slightly purred, “ready to talk about?”

if you mumble no then he’ll just keep massaging your scalp or rub your back, but if you do start talking then he’s all ears and will try to make you sit up so he can hear you better, but if you still wanna bury your head against him then he’ll still try his best to hear you. “sorry say that again?…one more time…you’re not gonna believe this but you’re gonna have to repeat that.”

• long story short, blitz wants you to be up and honest as you can to him. he hates it when you don’t talk about what’s going on with you because he cares so much and doesn’t want to lose you. he’ll always reassure you that you’re not a burden just by speaking up on how you’re feeling

[pipsqueakparker]

processing time - a helluva boss fic

Set immediately following Western Energy, Blitz spends the night processing the day's events and trying to tamp down the feelings it all brought up. inspired by the hellatober prompt 'git bevver swoon', and my own hc behind blitz leaving stolas on read this is my first helluva boss fic i'm sharing, so i hope you enjoy it! Read on AO3

I might be here a while, if you ever want to visit.

What the fuck was that supposed to mean?! Blitzø wants to scream, so he shoves his face into the tattered arm of his couch and does just that. His eyes are burning, fucking wet because his body has this incessant need to cry when that’s the last fucking thing he wants to do. His head is pounding, spinning actually, and he feels like his entire fucking body is one step away from spontaneously combusting. As if the day wasn’t already one of the worst of his fucking life, now Stolas is pulling his weird fucking bullshit after having the audacity to almost fucking die?! Blitzø pulls his phone back out, starts typing, but even he’s not sure what he’s saying. He can’t even see the screen, just a blurry mess of light through these fucking tears. Fuck! 

There’s a knock at the door before Blitzø can hit send on whatever shit he’s just put in the text box. It’s a sign, he decides, and tosses his phone to the floor as he wipes his eyes and stands to answer the door. He can’t figure out who it could possibly be, but his muscles still feel too-tense and too-tight from the stress of the day, his chest is bubbling with fury, whoever the fuck it is they better have a good fucking reason to be knocking on his door at… whatever time it fucking is! 

He swings the door open with a snarl, ready to unleash holy hell on his visitor… but it’s Millie, and the sight of her eases the bubble of rage just enough to spare her from his wrath. He just heaves a loud sigh and takes a step back, “Hey, Millie – Did you forget something in the van?” He’s already patting at his pockets, looking for his keys, when he notices the container Millie’s holding out to him. 

“No, nothin’ like that – Moxx and I made these for you, and Loona.” 

Blitzø pauses, staring at the plastic bowl in her hands. The surprise is enough to stifle the swirling emotions that had been burning and prodding at every pore. Millie steps into the apartment and peels back the lid to reveal a stack of cookies, all shaped roughly like horses and decorated with icing and sprinkles. The swirling starts up again at the base of his throat, his fucking eyes burning, and if Millie notices she doesn’t say anything about it. 

“Can I come in?” She asks instead, waiting for Blitzø to nod before stepping into the apartment and shutting the door behind her. She takes one of the cookies and puts it in Blitzø’s hand, then turns toward Loona’s room. “I’m gonna see if Loona wants one. Go sit down.” 

While Millie knocks on Loona’s door, Blitzø moves back to the couch. He doesn’t hear Millie come back out of Loona’s room, but suddenly she’s there, sitting next to him and placing a hand on his shoulder. His throat still hurts, and his eyes still burn, but it all feels distant now. Even the pressure of Millie’s hand feels a million yards away. He almost misses the unrestrained anger. 

“How are you doin’, B?” Anyone else speaking so gently to him would’ve set him off, but something about Millie is just… comforting. Blitzø refuses to think further past that, he doesn’t need to go digging into all of that… especially not right now. Millie is incredibly patient, as well, because time is moving so much slower for Blitzø in this moment. What feels, to him, like a pretty immediate response, is actually a solid forty-five seconds of silence. 

“How’s Loonie?” Is what he manages to get out after those forty-five seconds, because he realizes he hadn’t checked on her since they got home. She stormed off into her room and he let her, falling into the couch instead to rot and fight with himself until he finally typed out at least three fucking words to Stolas and then – then – 

The anger starts bubbling up, but Millie’s answering him now, so he tries to listen to her instead. “She says she’s tired and sore, but she’ll be okay.” 

“That girl’s got some fight in her,” Blitzø says, because this is easier. He can talk about Loona, or even the appointment itself. In fact –  “Oh, man, Millie, I didn’t even get to tell you about the fucking cunt in the waiting room with us. Or the fucking receptionist! She couldn’t even read, Mills, and –” 

Millie listens as Blitzø recounts their day, agreeing with him that the woman in the waiting room was a fucking bitch, and actually everyone at that hospital fucking sucked ass. By the time he’s painting the picture of the final moment in the fight to get Loona vaccinated, he sounds like he’s back to his normal Blitzø self. (Rather than the husk of an imp that had driven Millie & Moxie home before telling them to take the day off tomorrow and pulling away.) 

“It’s almost a relief that we won’t be able to do that again for at least five more years,” Blitzø laughs, but it’s hollow. It’s actually incredibly frustrating that he can’t get his daughter the medical care she needs on an appropriate timeline, but what else is new? That’s Hell for you. He looks back down at the horse-shaped-cookie still in his hand. One of the eyes came off while he was talking. “You and Moxxie made these?” 

“Moxxie baked them, I decorated,” Millie says, grinning proudly. Blitzø breaks one of the legs off and takes a bite. He doesn’t hide his surprise at how good it is, and Millie preens in Moxxie’s honor. 

“Fuck, that’s good. Since when does Moxxie bake?” 

“He says it’s relaxing. Especially after a hard day.” Millie watches Blitzø carefully, trying to gauge where he’s at as best she can. She’s become well-acquainted with the walls he hides behind, always making her own mental notes when she sees a crack or a shift. Even if she’s left on the other side of cold bricks, she makes herself comfortable so he’s not completely alone when they eventually come crashing down. Today rocked all of them a little, but no one was more shaken than Blitzø, even if he won’t let himself admit that. 

“Ha!” Blitzø barks out another empty laugh. “He would say that, wouldn’t he?” 

Millie shifts a little closer to Blitzø, places a hand on his arm. That was such a pathetic attempt of a dig at Moxxie, this is possibly the worst she’s ever seen him. 

“Have you… heard anything?” Blitzø blinks, silent, so Millie prods further. “About Stolas?” 

Blitzø’s muscles tense, hands balling into fists, the rest of the cookie falling to the floor in broken pieces and crumbs. Millie squeezes his arm, and she’s honestly a little surprised that he doesn’t jerk away. He just drops his head, eyes squeezed shut, nearly snarling before finally, “He’s okay enough to text. He’s fine.” A beat. “Said he might be there a while.” 

“You didn’t answer me earlier,” Millie tries again. “How are you doing?” 

“I’m fine, Millie.” Blitzø does pull away from her this time, pushing himself to his feet and pacing in front of the couch. “I didn’t get kidnapped by some cowboy fuckin’ creep and nearly –” He pauses, standing right in front of Millie but staring at the broken cookie pieces on the floor. “How bad was it?” 

Millie hesitates. “It wasn’t good.” 

“But how bad? What – what happened – when you all got there?” 

They hadn’t talked about it on the ride from the hospital. They hadn’t really said much of anything, Blitzø was silent the entire time and Loona was asleep. She and Moxxie didn’t know what to say, or to do… until they got home, finally had the chance to decompress and process for themselves. Millie volunteered to bring them over; she'd known Blitzø a little longer, she was better equipped to deal with whatever emotional state Blitzø would be in when he opened that door. And she knew this would probably come up, so she tells him. She doesn’t spare a detail because she knows he wants the full picture, even if it looks like he’s physically deflating the longer she goes on. 

“Fuck!” Blitzø shouts and kicks the side of the couch once she’s finished. “Fuck, fucking goddammit – I should’ve been there.” 

“Blitz –” 

“I wouldn’t have let him get away,” Blitzø growls, but it’s not pointed. It’s not a dig at her or Moxxie, not intentionally. “I would’ve left that rattley asshole’s head impaled on his own fucking marble cock and the rest of him smeared across the fuckin’ plains of Wrath. I should’ve –” 

His voice breaks on the last words and Millie can see the fight drain out of him, the anger subsiding and tears falling down his face in its place. His fists, still clenched, rub at his eyes and Millie grabs his elbow and pulls him down until he’s back on the couch and curled around one of the pillows. 

He doesn’t flinch or move from Millie’s touch, and she doesn’t quite know how to help, but she knows some basic science about the body and stress responses so she does her best. She pulls the blanket off the back of the couch and wraps it around him, moving slowly and gently, leaving an opening for him to tell her to fuck off but he doesn’t. She’s not even sure how aware he is of what’s happening, if he’s processing anything outside of the sobs wracking his body. Once he’s wrapped snugly in the blanket, as swaddled as she could manage, she slots herself between him and the back of the couch, arms wrapped around his middle, still partially laying on top of him. He’s still shaking and she stays there, holds him. 

After a few minutes, as violent shudders start to slow, she feels a pressure around her ankle. Blitzø’s tail wraps around her leg loosely, the only acknowledgement she’ll get before Blitzø’s breathing eventually evens out. She wonders if he would’ve even slept tonight if she hadn’t come over, but it doesn’t matter because at least he is now. 

[xfangheartx]

Summary- Blitzø tries to visit Stolas, and things do happen.

Preview:

  Octavia didn’t understand anything, anymore. Just when she thought she had finally obtained some normalcy in her life… this happens. Her father comes home in tears, claiming that Blitzø, the object of his affection, had finally confessed his love for him… and then took it away. Now, Stolas was even more miserable than he had ever been with Stella if such a thing was possible.

  Now, Octavia found herself back at square one… except her seething hatred for the imp who broke her father’s heart had increased twofold. Just when she finally begins to accept that Blitzø was a part of her father’s life, the imp does a complete 180 and decides that he doesn’t want to be with Stolas anymore because he no longer needs him. Now Octavia was back to being the brooding teenager that she had turned into when her father first committed his infidelity with Blitzø, locking herself up in her room and blaring her music into her ears with her headphones.

  As Octavia sat in the palace drawing room, she somehow heard a knock on the door despite having her headphones up full blast. She sighed before she got up and walked to the front door, but just in case, she looked out through the stained glass window. The moment she did, she narrowed her glowing pink eyes before she pulled her headphones off her head and pulled open the door… revealing Blitzø standing in front of her, giving her an awkward smile.

  “Um… hi, Octavia-” he started, only to be cut off.

  “Don’t you fucking dare,” Octavia interjected. “You’ve got some fucking nerve, showing your face here after the shit you said to my Dad!”

  “Octavia, look, I know you’re upset-” Blitzø started.

  “I am beyond fucking upset, you asshole!” Octavia snapped. “I am furious!! My Dad says that he loves you, and THIS is how you react?! You tell him that you love him back, but then you say that you don’t need him anymore?! What kind of person confesses to someone and then rejects them at the same fucking time?! And to think, I actually started to like you!!”

  “I… I was…” Blitzø started, and yet the words kept dying in his throat. “Look, Octavia, if you could just let me talk to your dad so I can explain-”

  “Forget it!” Octavia interrupted. “My Dad doesn’t want to talk to you! So just do us both a favor and leave us alone!!” She then slammed the door in the imp’s face, causing him to flinch before he hung his head and turned to head back to his van, only for the door to open again. However, as he turned around, Octavia suddenly shoved a cardboard box in his hands, full of T-shirts, some sex toys, and even a copy of Spirit on DVD.

  “W-what is all-” Blitzø started.

  “It’s stuff that you left here whenever you spent the night with my Dad!” Octavia answered. “He told me to give it to you if you ever showed your shitty face around here! And by the way, he wants the stuff he left at your place too!”

  “…I see…” Blitzø muttered as he held the box. “I’ll, uh… I’ll send them, then.” With that, he turned to walk away, only to stop and look back. “Hey… where is your dad, anyway?”

  “He’s getting ready to go some party on Earth,” said Octavia as she crossed her arms. “Verosika Mayday invited him. I can’t go because I’m too young. I’m not telling you where it is.”

[spaceumbredoggos]

So Much For Stardust Chapter Fifteen

Ford’s POV:

I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. “Hey, where is Kenz anyways?” Eda enquired, clearly worried about them. I answered the phone. “Hello?”

“Hey, do you have any idea what I caught Kenz doing?” Blitzø was fuming over the phone.

“Is that Blitzø?”

“Fuck. You’re on speaker.”

“Oh, Hi Eda. Anyways, I was wondering why Loony was playing hookey from her job all day. Turns out, she been making out with Kenz! And you two seriously were gonna fuck, weren’t you—“

“BLITZØ THATS ENOUGH!!!” I could hear Kenz getting defensive. My heart dropped as my rage grew. But what I felt most was sorrow. Kenz. What are you doing? This isn’t how you’re supposed to heal.

“Wait, Kenz was with Loona? Isn’t Kenz a little—“ I bolted to my truck as Eda followed, getting in the front seat. “I didn’t think Kenz would even do this. They usually never trust anyone to touch them. Let alone kiss.”

I sped towards the treehouse, nearly crashing into the tree. I climbed up the ladder to see Kenz and Blitzø in a glaring competition. “Oh shit.”

“Kenz!!! What were you thinking?”

“I’m a grown ass adult!!! I can make my own decisions!”

“This isn’t healthy!!!” But I could tell Kenz wasn’t listening to me, or anyone. All they could think about was Loona. Kenz usually doesn’t indulge into any sort of romantic action at all. And they mauled someone. Yes, they were provoked and it was a Karen, but Kenz never attacks like that.

I then remembered seeing them transform into that umbredoggo thing that Stolas warned me about. Shit. They’ve finally transformed. I approached them, but they ducked back and fell out the window of the treehouse onto their side, passing out from the impact.

Eda, Blitzø and I carried them to my private study to examine them. Loona was watching outside the door. Eda briefed us on the situation. “Looks like we have a very important phone call to make to Stolas.” Blitzø muttered as I drew blood from Kenz. I examined them for any injury, and was relieved to find that they only had a fractured wrist and some bruised ribs. The reason why they passed out was because they hit a face full of spores from a Moongus mushroom, which were well known for their hypnotic spores.

“Kenz is going to be asleep for a while, given their low threshold for any sort of substance. They were hit with a Moongus mushroom’s spores. On the bright side, the mushrooms cushioned them from a concussion. If they were to eat one, they would be asleep for days.”

“They have one in their mouth.”

“Get it out!!!” Eda washed out their mouth and put a blanket on them. Kenz started to purr in their sleep. “L-loona…”

“They’ve got it bad.” Loona was wagging her tail at the sight of Kenz. I stood between the two, with Blitzø and Eda by my side.

“We weren’t doing anything wrong!!!”

“Can I talk to you, Loona?” I tried to remain calm, but Loona wasn’t budging. “Kenz isn’t ready for a relationship right now…” I pondered to tell them what I had found out about the way Bill had been abusing Kenz. That’s really not their business. Kenz probably won’t be comfortable with anyone knowing. They weren’t even comfortable with me knowing.

I gazed at Blitzø, who, surprisingly like me, was more upset about Kenz’s mental state than the fact that his adoptive daughter was dating someone. He didn’t have the typical protective dad rage and seemed more inclined to scolding Loona for seemingly taking advantage of Kenz. Kenz might not see it. Loona might not see it either. Kenz doesn’t even know what they want. They know that about themself. So why did they just leap into making out with Loona like that? Why are they so impulsive all the sudden? They were never the rebellious type. Has Loona been a worse influence on them than I thought?

Kenz nuzzled their Minecraft fox plush, drooling all over it. They bit into the back of its neck, shaking their head back and forth and snarling. I pried the plush out of their mouth so that they wouldn’t choke. They stuck their tongue out, panting like a dog. Soon, they started to knead their hands into the couch like a kitten kneading biscuits. They nuzzled the pillows, mewling.

“Kenz!!! Kenz!!!” Eda shook them awake. “Where’s Loona?” They sat up, scanning the room. “Kenz! Snap out of it!!!”

“You stay out of my fucking love life!!! You’re not my dad!!! And if you were it still wouldn’t be your business. Fucking patriarchal society. Thinking of children as property, even when they’re old enough to leave the nest.”

I took a deep breath to try not to scream at them. This is a lot more than them experiencing love for the first time. They’re so traumatized between Bill’s abuse and their father’s cruelty that they latch on the first sign of affection, even if it’s just Loona wanting to get into their pants. If I leave this alone, it’s only going to escalate.

But there’s something else going on here. I furrowed my brow in frustration, remembering how Kenz had been chewing obsessively on the ear of their Minecraft fox plush. They’ve been moaning a lot in their sleep and they spend a lot of time in their room at night. I hear them snarling.

Kenz’s face was bright feverish red. They laid on the couch, staring at Loona. Loona was staring back, and approached them. I stood between the two, but Kenz started to growl. “Kenz!!! Please. This is for your own good.”

“Get back!!!” They snarled, standing up combatively. They started to nuzzle the pillows on the couch. They shook their head and held their stomach. “Look. There’s something wrong with me and Loona’s the only one who makes it feel better. Just let me fucking have this!!! I basically feel sick without her… I feel sick all the time!!! What’s happing to me? All I want is…” Kenz started babbling, completely out of it. Blitzø’s eyes lit up as if he got an idea. “Loony, can I ask you a kinda gross question?”

“Fuck off, Blitzø.”

“This is important, Loona.” Eda walked over to help Kenz to the couch. They transformed into the umbredoggo beast from before and turned around, biting Eda on her arm and not letting go. They snarled and thrashed their head back and forth in a sawing motion before letting go and falling over, whining and panting. They gazed lovingly at Loona, their tail wagging back and forth. They dashed up to Loona before flopping on their back and exposing their stomach like a dog asking for belly rubs.

“Loona, are you in hellheat?”

“WHY THE FUCK—“ But then she gazed down at Kenz and understood. “Shit!!! I didn’t think that—“

“I knew it!!!” Eda grabbed Kenz by their wings and brought them to the couch. “Umbredoggos are naturally reactive to pheromones. Kenz went into their first heat/rut. Loona, you should head home and Ford, keep Kenz away from anyone that they would see as compatible.”

“Shit. It’s that bad?” I walked over to Kenz, who was zoned out onto the couch. Loona went home with Blitzø as Eda and I stepped out of the room to talk.

“So Kenz is in heat rut. Shouldn’t that only affect their Umbredoggo form?”

“That’s biology for you. It affects both forms. Because human females have a period every month, Kenz will go through this every month.”

“They’ve been on birth control to suppress their periods.” But that hasn’t always been helpful. I remembered how they told me that they used to spot when they were on birth control when they were twelve. “How long does this last?”

“As long as their periods would.” Eda then had an “oh crap” look on her face. “They just started birth control, did they?”

I nodded. “They told me that their last period was super painful.”

“Umbredoggos react badly to birth control. Kenz could be in danger. The hormones could be making this worse.” Eda turned around, noticing that Kenz was gone. “Shit.”

We bolted up the stairs to see Kenz glaring at the stags eating at the bird feeder. They pawed frantically at the window. “Kenz, wait!!!”

Kenz bolted out the open door and charged after the stag. They snapped their jaws and reared up, bristling up like a pinecone. Since it was spring, the stag didn’t have the proper antlers to defend itself. It bolted off, causing Kenz to chase after it.

Kenz dashed off to the forest, snarling and enraged. They didn’t listen to either of our calls, completely blind and unaware. “I may have to tranquilize them.” But before I could even reach for the gun, they dipped through a tear between realms. “Shit!!!”

“We can’t follow them. That’s the Pride ring of Hell.”

I called Blitzø and told him what was going on. “How could you lose them that fast?!”

“Will you please bring them back?” I paced back and forth, trying not to think of all that could go wrong. “I found them. And it’s not good.”

“How bad?”

“Ever heard of the Radio Demon.”

“They didn’t.” My blood ran cold. “Of course they would target the Radio Demon. He’s a deer demon. All tKenz wants to do is fight with other deer like beings.”

“They’re gonna get themself killed.” I tried to call them frantically, but they didn’t respond. Please no.

[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

OBSESSIVE STOLAS X Male Imp Pt.3

(This is a long fanfic and will consist of multiple parts.)

You continued your rhythm, hands roaming his body. Stolas was getting close.

His breathing became shallow, moans became more lewd.

The way you held him so close, the warmth you gave him just intensified the pleasure you were giving him.

Stolas was in a daze, pleasure numbed his brain. Pleasure gripped his mind, stopping him from thinking about anything but the pleasure you were bringing him.

Stolas was getting close, trying to speak only came out as drunken moans.

You were both close and you both knew it.

Squeezing him close you began intensifying your thrusts, hands grabbing him rougher.

You were getting so close, you bit your tongue focusing on the pain to last as long as possible.

But no matter how hard you tried to hold back, you reached your peak, exploding in the owls sopping cavern. Feeling this sent Stolas over the edge.

Stolas released a high pitch squeal.

Not wanting uninvited listeners to hear your bedmate, you reach forward and pull the prince into a deep kiss, muffling the squeal.

The two of your remain in that state for several moments. Breaking the kiss, you fall limp against the princes chest.

Stolas rested his arms around your back, pulling you close as you both basked in the afterglow.

While you were very content with the idea of just laying with this very warm, feathery pillow for the next few hours.

The sudden slamming of a door and Blitzø screaming 'Fuck!' snapped you both out of our pleasant haze.

Looking up at Stolas, you found him looking just as panicked as you felt. You both scrambled off each other, desperately trying get your clothes on.

Stolas scrambled in kind, desperately trying to get his clothes on. Though unfortunately for him he'd earlier scattered his clothes across the room.

Finally getting your clothes on properly, you found Stolas still in a state of undress.

He'd gotten his upper layer on but still lacked his pants and cloak.

Looking around, I found the cloak besides the door. Rushing over i grab the fur collared cloak.

Bringing it back to the prince, he quickly put it on, giving me a quick thanks before dashing around, looking for his pants.

Looking around, you found Stolas' pants under the conference table.

Grabbing them you quickly handed them to the avian prince. Stolas snatched them from your hands before beginning the awkward process of pulling them up his long legs

He'd gotten them up about half way when the distinct sound of Blitzø trudging towards the door drew both of our attention.

We both stared at the door, listening as Blitzø stamped his way towards us. Stolas was in the early stages of a panick attack, as stolas leaned back against the conference table, watching the door with frozen dread.

Blitzø's heavy steps stopped before the door, the silence hung in the air like a scythe drawn back and ready to cut us both down.

You both began to panick before a booming sneeze rang out, Blitzø mumbled profanity before continuing past the door.

Stopping by the office's entrance he called back '(Y/N) lock the place up will ya, I need a fuckin drink.'

Without waiting for a response Blitzø slammed the front door and like that, we were alone.

You looked up at the prince, he looked back at you. You stared at each other for a few moments before you cracked a smile.

You began a hearty chuckle, laughing at how tense you'd both gotten only to be completely alone again.

Stolas pulls his pants up, before joining you in your little laugh. Walking over you sat up next to the prince. The two of you falling into a pleasant silence.

Stolas slipped his hand into yours, before bringing your hand onto his lap.

Stolas was in a strange state of mind, he had been emotionally shattered, and now he felt... happy.

For the first time in years he wasnt filled with anxiety.

Sitting there he slid his arm around you waist, before pulling you into his lap.

You nestled into his lap, enjoying his embrace as he ran his hand over your body.

I leaned into the touch, enjoying his scent as as you sat in his lap.

Stolas looked down at you, he just didnt understand you.

His entire life people had always wanted something from him, Octavia was the only person who ever just wanted him to who he was... and he still managed to screw thet up.

Even his beloved Blitzø only wanted him for his grimoire, no one wanted him for him.

Except you.

And stolas didn't understand it.

So he decided ask you.

'What do you want?' Stolas asked you, his voice barely above a whisper.

You looked up at him, unsure of what he said, 'what?' You asked.

'What do you want from me?' He asked, anger swelling in his chest. He needed to know, you were the only good thing he had right now and he needed to know why you were being so Damned Good to him!

You looked up at him, frustration and anger clear on his face.

A sad little smile adorned your face before you raised both your arms and cup his cheeks.

Stolas froze, getting to your feet you looked him dead in the eyes you told him. 'I just want you to be happy.'

Stolas was taken aback, confusion laid clear across his feature.

You chuckled at his clearly dumbfounded expression.

With a sigh you told him 'I can truthfully say when I first heard of you my opinion of you wasn't very high. And when I heard of your deal with Blitzø... well it didn't help.

'But' I cut in before he could say anything. 'I quickly came to learn you were unlike any of your fellow royalty.'

You took his hand into your own, gently playing with his fingers.

'Like most Imps growing up i dreamed of growing up to own a palace.' You chuckled to yourself. 'But when I grew up I realised. When you have such power, you bound to it as much as its bound to you'

'And when I learned of your arrangement with Blitzø, I though it was just a way to indulge in your more, carnal desires.' you sighed, reliving the last 20 minutes or so. 'But it wasnt until i overheard you talking to Blitzø on the phone. I could hear just how genuinely eager you were to see him, and I could tell how much you wished he'd return such enthusiasm.

Running a hand down his chest you told him. 'You coming here to see Blitzø, it was so obvious i was actually annoyed with myself for seeing it earlier. You were genuinely eager to see him. But it wasn't until you, prince stolas of the Ars Goetia, ask if your out fit was good enough did realise what was going on.'

You took a moment to have a giggle at the memory, Stolas didn't find it as funny but listened regardless.

'Watching you fuss over an outfit that you knew was perfect, it was in that moment your anxiety shown through. I saw your mask crack and I could see just how fragile you were.'

Stolas got a little huffy 'I'm not fragile' he grumbled to himself.

You giggled at his immature behaviour.

Turning his head towards you, you met his crimson gaze. 'Stolas. In that moment. I saw you.' You placed your hand against his chest.

'I saw a gentle soul. A damaged, scared, And absolutely terrified to be alone.' You brought his hand up to your cheek. 'And when I heard Blitzø screaming at you, without even giving you a chance. I knew it would devastate you.'

'And you there, in front of Blitzø's office, clawing at the ground, desperately trying to keep it together, I made a decision.' Stolas' gaze was so intense if not for your current situation youd likely fear for your life. 'I made the decision to make. you. smile. No matter the cost, no matter the sacrifice. I wouldn't let you leave without a smile on your face.'

Stolas stared for several moments, eyes scanning your face for even the slightest hint of deceat. His throat dried and eyes watered when he realised there wasn't any to find.

'You really did all that for me, just... to see me smile?' Stolas asked, his voice staring to break up through his drying throat.

You looked him dead in the eyes and without a moment's hesitation you whispered back 'yes.'

Stolas pulled you close, tears welling in his eyes.

Stolas held you tight, fearing that if he let you go, something would snatch you away from him.

You leaned into the embrace, returning the hug and just enjoying his arms wrapped around you.

It wasn't until you felt his body quivering that you pulled from the embrace. Finding the owl on the brink of tears you reached up and wiped a tear from his eyes.

Stolas felt... light. As though all the things that were holding him down were gone.

He felt freer then he had in centuries, like nothing could keep him down.

And looking down, he found the source of this freedom.

And seeing you looking up at him, he couldn't help the smile spread across his features.

You were what he'd always wanted.

Someone who loved him unconditionally.

Seeing the Prince smiling made you release a giggle 'You look good with a smile' you whispered to him.

Stolas' hand cupped your cheek and brought you close. Placing a single kiss on your lips before placing head against your own.

Pulling back he said 'I think I'm in love with you.'

Stolas froze, fearing for your reply, fearing you wouldn't reply, fear you'd leave him and he'd fall into the pit of despair that you'd pulled him out of.

You took a moment to respond, a moment which for stolas felt like an eternity.

Getting up you cupped both his cheeks and told him 'I care deeply for you as well, Stolas.'

The reply sent a slight wave of sadness through him before he calmed himself. 'Its alright' he thought 'he doesn't need to love me yet. I'll show him how much I deserve his love.'

Stolas planted another kiss before asking you 'can I see you again, spend some time with you.'

'Do you have a phone?' You asked, Stolas patted himself down hefore pulling out his Hellphone you quickly snatched out of his hands.

Opening the phone you chuckled to yourself, 'Don't even have a password.'

You typed away for a few moment, Stolas leaned down trying to take a look at what you were doing.

Pulling back you pressed the phone against your chest before you wagged your finger at him 'na-ah'.

It took another minute before you held the phone up, pulled a little pose and he heard the distinct click of you taking a picture.

After another few second you handed the phone back before getting up of his lap.

Though instantly missed your presence you attention was still on the phone. Opening it he found a new contact.

(Y/N), the icon being the image you just took.

The fact you so willingly not only gave him your number, but you willingly took a picture of yourself sent warmth through his chest.

His attention brought back to the real world when he heard the door open.

Looking up, he found you standing by the door before walking back over to him.

Holding a hand out, you pulled him to his feet before saying 'Stolas. This has been perhaps the single greatest moment in my life, and I can't describe how happy I am that I got to share it with you.'

Walking to the door, you turned to him. 'But, and I can't describe how much it pains me to say, but I have to bring this rendezvous to an end.' You told him, concern clear in your voice.

Stols took in a breath, 'I understand. This was all rather sudden.' He told you, running his hand over yours.

'Thank you for understanding.' You said earnestly.

Stolas leaned down and you shared a brief but passionate kiss.

'I look forward to seeing you again, My leage' you steered him towards the door, say the last part in your best snooty accent.

Stolas giggled at your antics before ducking under the door.

You exchanged one final touch before he left to home.

[janewatson]

Helluva Boss Trailer Analysis!

Yes, I watch this.  Yes, I like it.  No, I won’t argue with you about it.

Now that that’s out of the way, let’s just say that I was up when the trailer dropped, and was still up for a bit after.  I’ve watched it so many times now, just absorbing everything, and now it’s time to break it down.

I’ve seen a few breakdowns already, but I noticed that there were a few things people hadn’t mentioned.  So I’m tossing my hat in the ring, let’s see if we can figure out what Vivziepop has in store for us!

I’ll be breaking down by scene, as well as go over voiceovers and predictions real quick, so prepare for a read after the cut!

Ok, first, had to laugh at Millie’s Peppermint Vodka Molotov Cocktail.  Creative, but what a waste of vodka :(  The background is of a beach, but she’s not in beach clothes (let’s face it, a bikini would probably kill Moxxie)

Moxxie is shooting at something while he’s swinging from a rope in a deserted theater.  Piano on the floor, and a sun pattern on the back wall

Blitzø (thanks for the copy/paste, Google) cleaving a blonde in half with a baseball bat.  Damn, he stronk!

Diss Summar’, with the little doodles!  So cute :3

Drunk/drugged/in shock Moxxie, poor Millie, and something big bursting out from the water behind.  Tied to first scene?

Stolas’ ‘Special Access’ bit from the Sneak Peeks, talking about the Harvest Moon festival in Wrath

Moxxie and Blitzø in a green lit room, looks like a two-way mirror on the wall.  Interrogation?

Correction to ‘Diss Season’ XD  Hopefully that means we’ll get an episode before spring, but if they need more time, that’s understandable

Glammed up Stolas at some kind of burlesque, owned by Asmodeus ‘Ozzie’, Prince of Hell’s Lust circle.  Wonder why he’s there...

CHERUBS!!!  Also from the Sneak Peeks, we know that this is a commercial, and that the TV showing said commercial gets blown up a few seconds later

Angry Blitzø, probably yelling at Moxxie, being scared shitless by a hellhound behind him.  I think this is a repo/impound/chop-shop guy who took IMP’s van, as in a later scene, they’re shown in a fence with other cars, especially because Blitzø yells ‘RUN’ at the end of the scene

Loona and Blitzø filming someone’s misery (again, probably Moxxie).  They’re in western outfits, but they’re probably still in Hell

Tentacle wrapping around drugged Moxxie and taking him, too fast for Millie to react and stop it.  Again, looks like it’s tied to the first and fifth scenes

Sassy Blitzø, probably talking to the repo-hellhound or punching-bag Moxxie.  Same setting as scene 11

Blitzø running to the window of what looks like a recording studio, with ‘VM’ spray painted on the doors next to him.  He looks distraught, but it’s not clear why

Recently choked-out Moxxie recovering, while being frame by a spiny-tailed Imp wearing what I assume is a serape, since it looks like they’re on the ranch Loona and Blitzø cheered a poor soul, scene 12

DEPRESSED BIRD DADDY.  WHY ARE YOU SAD???  IS IT GONNA MAKE ME SAD??? OH NO I’M NOT READY unless its a flashback, but stilllll

Perturbed Blitzø holding his special flintlock in a western-themed room.  Looks like he has his outfit from scene 12 on, probably the same episode, but whatever happened/is going to happen, it’s not good

Dressed-up Moxxie, who probably jumped bombed a performance, is upstaged by Robo Fizz and most likely a Robo Ozzie, given the designs on its’ head(s).  He looked uneasy even before the Robos popped up, so something else was going on first.

Scaley eye blinking and getting MAD, attached to the tentacle that kidnapped Moxxie?

50% off add for Spring Break victims, complete with coffee stain, and Blitzø‘s horse doodles.  I got a mental image of Moxxie scolding Blitzø for drawing at work, so he BS’d it into an ad.

Either Blitzø is a terrible driver, or they’re trying to speed away from someone.  Repo-hound, maybe?

HUMAN!!!  Almost definitely a human pop-star singing on a Coachella-esque stage!  I tried to fill in her name, but could only get ideas of what some letters were.  Her initials are most likely VM, from the recording studio scene, but the bottoms of some letters could be an E or L, K or R, so we’re left with V~(L/E)(K/R)OSI(K/R)A MA~~.  It also looks like she’s wearing heels, so she may be the person who threw Blitzø in a later scene

Moxxie about to be trampled by what can only be a horse, given his outfit.  Loona and Blitzø are probably filming XD

Shocked Stolas, standing up at table.  Same outfit as the burlesque, but he doesn’t looked surprised enough that it’s the part where Moxxie is upstaged, more something emotionally jarring.  Blitzø kissing someone else, maybe?

Blitzø pushing Moxxie out of the way and pinning him just outside a Hell portal in an alley, most likely Earth.  Blitzø looks mad, and rightly so, as he’s looking a little beat up himself.  Connected to the interrogation scene?

Happy Blitzø turns horrified outside some elevators with Moxxie.  Judging by the water cooler in the back, I think he’s about to slam into the recording studio.  Behind him, Moxxie gives no shits

Blitzø looking miffed, maybe at something Moxxie said.  Looks like the same scene with the repo-hound, as the setting itself looks like an impound lot, with the IMP van smack-dab in the middle of it.  I love that the license plate is IMP-666 though

Unhappy Blitzø (ok, let’s be honest, when IS he happy?)

Moxxie swinging Millie around in the deserted theater, passionately frenching each other

Blitzø getting pushed down by a horned, high-heeled... someone.  Again, might be the pop star from earlier, but there’s horns...  Maybe the pop star is human-passing, and has an alternate demonic form, like the Hazbin Hotel cast?

Western-clad Blitzø pulling his flintlock on someone, most likely before scene 18.  Most definitely Hell, judging by the poster and previous scenes, but I’m digging the décor

Blitzø not getting a break at all during this trailer and being yeeted into a dumpster, which closes on him.  Gonna take a stab and say it’s outside the burlesque Stolas and Moxxie were in, from the colors and posters of Lust Ring, Personal Companion Robo-Fizz, and Angel Dust.

The next scene is of him climbing out of a dumpster to fall into another pile of trash.  He just doesn’t get a break, does he?  It doesn’t look like the dumpster outside the burlesque, but it is similar to the alley with the hell portal, where Blitzø pinned Moxxie.  Maybe not the same scene, but most likely same episode.

Editor being absolutely plastered, teasing all the fun stuff to come in 2021, since 2020 can go f*ck itself.

And that’s a really in-depth breakdown of all the scenes in the trailer!  Now, for the voiceovers.

First, Loona’s asking if anyone ‘Can feel that?’.  Interesting thing to ask, so we’ll have to wait and see what catastrophe happens

Millie gently yelling at Moxxie to ‘DON’T PANIC’

A calm voice announcing an elevator’s departure to the Lust circle of Hell, which is most likely where the burlesque and Robo scenes are.  As to who is going, it’s either Stolas or the IMP crew, or maybe both?

Horny Stolas cooing ‘Oh, Blitzy!’, followed by Loona’s ‘SHUT THE F*CK UP’ from the Loo Loo Land episode.  Finally, I have a high-res clip I can set as my ringtone!

Blitzø yelling  ‘Dammit, Moxxie, this is all your fault!’, which may or may not be true since he scapegoats Moxxie, who replies ‘How is this my fault???’

Pop star asking, ‘Y’all ready to get f*cked up and make some b*tchin’ bad choices?’.  It’s most likely her talking, since the her lips synch up with her scene, and it’s a new voice we haven’t heard before.

Moxxie’s cut off ‘M*THERF*CKER!!!’.  So happy I get to hear Invader Zim go off, poor boy needs it XD

Blitzø being Blitzø and trying to tone down a big deal, stating again that he doesn’t pry into their personal lives, even though he obvious does (see Helluva Boss Pilot for more)

Robo Fizz’s line from Loo Loo Land asking if anybody loved Blitzø.  I’m gonna be honest and say that line choked me up in Loo Loo Land, and so did Blitzø’s response, until ‘But I’m really good with guns now.  DANCE, B*TCH!’

Moxxie ending with ‘That is deeply unsettling’, again from Loo Loo Land.  Throwing shade on Helluva Boss haters, maybe? :3

All right, now, predictions!

Chaos in a theater, with focus maybe on Millie and Moxxie’s relationship, maybe an origin story?  It won’t be the only one, with the tentacle beach monster and drugged Moxxie bits, so we can expect a lot of story and character development from the two of them.

Farm episode!  Blitzø either drags them onto a farm, or there’s a client who invites them, but sh*t will happen.

Really excited to see what happens in the Lust ring, and for the return of Robo Fizz!  Baby boy only got a few minutes of screen time, but is currently my favorite character.

Repo episode of rescuing the IMP van, probably resulting in overall team building and character development.  I really want to see Loona tear a new one into that *sshole-looking hellhound, though.

Pop star episode!  Really excited to meet this new character, I wonder what her name is and how close I was XD  Either Blitzø and Moxxie break into her recording studio to meet her, or she’s a client, but we’ll see!

Trapped on Earth/Run in with Earth authorities episode?  That interrogation room didn’t exactly look Hellish, and they obvious meet some kind of resistance while on Earth that looked like it was gonna get messy...

Stolas episode!  Please please please be flashback and story, I loved Loo Loo Land but really want some more lore and development on his character and maybe relationship with Blitzø.  Bird obviously needs to work through some things, and I really want to watch him grow, ever since I saw him struggle to tell Octavia why he was cheating.  Him stuttering and ultimately being unable to find a reason why really hit home, and I’m glad it was something they included since in media, it’s always ‘Well, she’s really ugly’ or ‘I don’t love him anymore’.  He still has feelings for his wife, but wanted to f*ck Blitzø too.

Even without the trailer, we do know that we’re getting episodes focusing on CHERUB and a Harvest Moon festival, but still.  There’s so much content Vivzie and Co have been working hard to make, and I can’t wait to see what they have in store for us.  Dark comedy aside, there’s so much story they can make just around these four characters, following their growth and happenings around Hell.  It’s such a cool premise and one that hasn’t been washed and worn so many times, like cop or murder shows, and I can see this going on for quite a bit.

Well, here’s to an exciting 2021!  Thank you for all your hard work, Vivizepop, keep it up!

[phoenixtakaramono]

A Prince and His Baron - Ch3 Preview III (Revision of Preview I)

He had awoken just as dawn was breaking. It was the hour of silence where the veil of darkness began to lift in Hell, the realms being remade in their unique, antique pattern just as the red light moved over the horizon.

Gray feathers drifted down from him as Stolas slowly propped himself up on an elbow, rubbing the sleepiness from the corner of his eye. The scent of sex blanketed the air, stirring memory of the tryst of yesternight, his body still feeling the blissful ache of satiation.

Peeking through the gaps of his talons, he went to inspect the extent of the damage.

His feathers were disheveled. Other small feathers littered the bed, one of the few casualties from their copulation. Another was the ripped pillow beside his, which still had the indentation of someone having laid their head on it. When he glided his talons over the empty side of the bed, the covers still felt lukewarm to the touch.

The realization made a smile break across the white facial disc.

His mind summoned the memory of Blitzø lying there, snuggled beneath the rich velvet coverlet, his chest rising and falling in slow rhythm. Having been put to the test, the assassin had performed well beyond expectations. And such aggressive endurance deserved the reward of deep slumber. How sweet it had been for Stolas to be on the receiving side of being taken for once, ravaged and cared for.

The imp very much reminded Stolas of a big, disgruntled hellcat, with the slant of their eyes and their sly temperament. Against the gray sheets and the case of his pillows, the reputedly fearsome hitdemon had made for a surprisingly endearing sight when asleep, vulnerable with his back turned to Stolas and slightly curled in on himself. Even the way he’d clutched the pillow as though dreaming of a victim dying in a stranglehold had been precious, Stolas had felt tempted to pet him—and, worse, memorialize the moment with a photo.

Whoever had said lowerborn demons were weaklings surely hadn’t encountered outliers of similar mettle to this one. Even though the precedent was rare, it was possible for a lowerborn to rise in status.

The vehemence of sensuality, of conquering and asserting a right to dominate, stirred unbegotten memories of yore. Demons of a younger age like Blitzø tended to blaze brightly like a flame, incensed by their burning passions and ambitions.

He'd certainly chosen well.

The crimson in his eyes formed into upside-down crescent moons. As he went to pluck a few loose feathers from himself, he could still recall the phantom sensation of the sturdy body pressed against him in all the right ways. Bruises had bloomed from the claws digging into his hips, just a touch too much to be proper.

Sliding to his feet, he searched the floor for his discarded robes. He’d noticed, as he tugged the sash over his waist, that Blitzø’s clothes were nowhere in sight. Even the shredded remains of the dress shirt and his riding crop had been confiscated, erasing all traces of the assassin’s presence.

His tail feathers drooped. Just as he was about to resign himself to that reality, behind the closed doors of his balcony, he caught the faintest whispers. Indistinguishable, hushed mutterings not meant to be eavesdropped.

The surge of triumph and rekindled desire at the wake of that realization caught him off guard. Stolas couldn’t help the smile that twitched to his face.

He was still within the confines of Stolas’ family estate.

An air of buoyancy was reflected in his footsteps as he approached the paintings on his wall.

“Good morning, my darling starfire.” Stolas pressed a kiss to Octavia’s forehead in the life-sized portrait he’d commissioned of her. A night owl through and through, his daughter was due to be awoken for her royal lessons. As per his customary routine, he drifted to the royal family portrait and he respectfully pressed a kiss to his wife’s knuckle. He breathed, “My queen.”

He hoped his family didn’t begrudge him of his indiscretion. It wasn’t often he told his paramours to stay the night, but yesternight was the rare exception. He’d promised, after all, and Stolas kept his promises.

Opening a door to the hall, he flagged down a servant and exchanged words. The servant immediately understood his intentions. The door clicked shut behind him when the hired help turned in the direction of the stable to find a carriage and a coachman.

Spinning on his feet, Stolas stalked toward the balcony, keeping his tread as silent as possible. He smiled as he edged closer, pushing the doors open slowly, thoroughly enjoying the hunt in a way he hadn't for a long time.

A familiar voice drifted into his hearing.

“—you tell that animatronic clown no deal.” Blitzø was hissing into his—burner?—phone.

The assassin was glowering at the estate grounds. He was crouched by the balusters, his tail swinging back and forth agitatedly.

Having heard a noise, he’d shot a sharp look over his shoulder. One hand had slipped under his coat.

When he saw the noise came from somebody he recognized, the tension in Blitzø’s arm automatically loosened and his grip released from a pistol that had been cinched to his leather holster. Leveling Stolas with an apologetic look, he held up one claw.

Stolas understood the universal sign. Give me a minute.

Turning his face away, Blitzø spoke into his phone, “Ain’t no pay worth dealing with that crazy.”

Stolas’ interest was piqued.

Although the imp had yet to be conferred a title of nobility, he was of such a position where others couldn’t swear openly and talk behind his back without fearing retribution. Despite rebuking the demon on the other side of the line, Blitzø’s voice lacked heat.

Listening to the reply, after a while Blitzø interjected, “That’s a heaping pile of fuck no juice right there.”

Crouched on his haunches, Blitzø made for a strange but arresting sight on his balcony. The long dark coat was draped over Blitzø’s shoulders, as though he’d had every intention of pulling his arms through the sleeves—before his motion had been interrupted by a call. The fabric fanned out behind him on the glittering stone surface, reminding him of a black hole consuming a nebula.

Stolas’ gaze trailed appreciatively down the imp’s figure, over the protruding spikes and down the curve of his spine. It was strange, but seeing his back was like a siren’s call. Stolas’ talons itched with the need to reach out and touch.

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Author Notes: When Sneak Peek I was initially written, it was posted on tumblr days before the Helluva Boss ep2 released. Going back to my first draft of ch3 now that ep5 has dropped, I’d gotten some new ideas—but it required me to edit somethings from my first draft. I’d wanted to share the beginning of the revised first scene.

Note: since this is part of the first draft, some details are subject to revision when the final draft comes out. Ch1-2 can be read on AO3. Near the end of ch2 is 🔞, so please do be mindful of that.

SUMMARY: It was undeniable that there was a new and upcoming threat in Hell, rivaling some of the realm’s most ancient fiends in ruthlessness despite his pedigree. Prince Stolas arranged to meet the hitdemon, ready to confer upon him a title. Their first meeting didn't go exactly according to plan.

Blitzø didn't think he'd catch a royal demon's interest in that manner, but as an assassin who's got several centuries under his belt, he might be able to roll with it.

(A sort of What-If AU, inspired by demon mythology, canon, and some other things like the Helluva Boss Instagram accounts.)

[hunter-the-sad-skeleton]

@new-account-sam-christy-456

Chapter two “Red Dahlias mean love~!”

“WHO IS HE, WHERE DOES HE LIVE, DOES HE HAVE A CRIMINAL RECORD-” Blitzø ranted.

“DAD, CALM DOWN.” Skip sighed.

He continued ranting. Skip sighed, pulling out his last resort. “He has a horse.”

“Oh! He’s fine then!” Blitzø smiled. Skip sighed, shoulders dropping slightly.

He never got his dad’s priorities.

“Horses are fine!” Blitzø waved off. “...Wait…” Blitzø trailed off.

“Yeah?”

“Horse...When did you meet him?” Blitzø asked.

“Uh...A few hours ago, why?” Skip asked.

“Wait...is it the FARMHAND?” Blitzø asked.

Skip broke eye contact, looking around the room.

“...so it is.” Blitzø narrowed his eyes.

Skip fell over, face consumed by a bright crimson.

“For goodness sake, Skip! I thought you’d’ve told me!” Blitzø sighed, disappointment evident in his voice.

“...Wait what?” Skip asked.

“I’m still gonna be protective of ya because I love you, but go ahead. I don’t care.” Blitzø shrugged.

“Oh, oka-” Skip started.

Blitzø got in Skip’s face. “BUT IF HE HURTS YOU IN ANY WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM, LET ME KNOW, I CAN TAKE HIM OUT AND MAKE IT LOOK LIKE AN ACCIDENT.”

“Dad!!!” Skip objected.

“I’m serious, Skip! If he hurts ya, I won’t hesitate to commit war crimes.” Blitzø warned.

Skip groaned, hiding in his hoodie. “Dad, I can take care of myseeeelf!” Skip groaned.

Blitzø sighed, crossing his arms and frowning. “Skip, I say this because I care about you. I’m not trying to be overly-possessive-” Blitzø started.

Skip, despite not having been provoked, burst out of his hoodie and, fueled by frustration, snapped. “WELL IT SURE FEELS LIKE YOU ARE!!!”

The room fell dead silent and Skip processed what he said and rushed out, getting as far away from everyone as possible.

“SKIP!!!!” Blitzø called, hurrying after him.

Skip reached outside, vaulting over a picnic table and gasping for breath but continuing to run away. He couldn’t face his dad. He couldn’t.

He didn’t deserve to.

Skip kept running despite the fact that night was falling and everyone was calling for him to come back.

He may be afraid of the dark, but he was scared of Blitzø when he was angry more.

Skip stopped at the edge of a forest somewhere away from the ranch, wheezing and leaning on a tree as he gasped for breath.

When he regained his breath, he looked around to see where he was.

The ranch was nowhere to be found. He wasn’t sure where he was. He wasn’t anywhere familiar.

He was lost. His panic only rose as he realized he was lost, alone, without his way of contacting ANYBODY, at night, in an UNFAMILIAR place.

He continued looking around, trying to see if he could find his footprints.

Too dark. He could barely see his hand in front of his face.

He was as good as dead.

Well, uh, he could make do until morning, sticks can work for food, right? Pretend it’s like, breadsticks or something?

He was hopeless.

Grass? Uh, greens are good! Healthy for ya!...or something.

He was an adult, HOW IS HE THIS HOPELESS?

He heard some sounds in the distance, but chalked them up to being the sounds of the woodland critters.

Woodland critters means meat means food!...Aaaand he left his handgun in the van. Welp. His fate was sealed.

He searched around for a large leaf of sorts that could function as a scrap of “paper”. He could write his final will and testament.

After a while of searching(and a lot of escaping hordes of bees), he found a place to hide out for the night.

He relaxed slightly. At least he could go in peace. No boars, bears, deer, boarbears, beardeer, or anything would get to him.

He did admit, it was kinda cold, but hey! Freezing wasn’t too bad of a way to go! Not the most painful!

As he drifted off, he reflected on his life. It wasn’t too bad, not the best, but not the worst either.

It was a little too short though. He wished he had longer. But, all Imps must move on at some point.

He jolted upright. What was he thinking?! He didn’t wanna die yet! He curled inside his hoodie, conserving body heat so that he could hopefully survive to the morning.

He would try to go back by morning. Blitzø would be calmed down by then.

He sat still, listening to the sounds of the night. They were, honestly, quite relaxing.

The sounds of crickets, woodland critters fighting for dominance, twigs snapping, bugs buzzing, hoofsteps approaching at breakneck speeds.

Skip perked up at the sound, confused. Wasn’t it the middle of the night?

Skip hid further in the shadows, he was unsure of if the stranger could be trusted. He looked around, grabbing a stick, ready to attack if needed.

The rider jumped off his mount and Skip was ready to fight. If he was going down, he was going down fighting.

Skip jumped slightly as the rider walked in front of him. He gulped hard. He couldn’t fight. He was dead.

Skip moved back slightly, rustling a branch in the bush he was hiding in. Freezing, Skip saw them step back a bit. Oh crumbs.

Skip backed away, backing out of the bushes, tail poking out. “GOTCHA!!” The stranger grinned.

Skip shrieked, kicking them in the face and hiding when he was dropped.

“OW!!! WHERE’D YOU GO?!?” They called out angrily, tail rattling like a rattlesnake. It didn’t sound calm. It was a violent shake. It shook Skip to his CORE.

Skip hid behind a rock, hands over his mouth to keep noise down.

He whimpered quietly as they walked close to the rock. Skip prepped to run, but he was grabbed by the hood of his hoodie. “PUT ME DOWN!!!” Skip growled. Skip squeaked as their hands moved to his throat, holding it in a tight squeeze, almost like they were trying to get his eyes to pop out of their sockets like some screwed up toaster.

The shadowy figure looked menacing, and yet...Familiar. “Wh-Who are you!?” Skip choked.

“Wait…” The shadowy look melted away. Literally. It fell off like water when stepping out of a pool. And he seemed...shorter.

“LEMME GO!!!” Skip panicked.

He put Skip down, sighing disappointedly. “Where have you been? Your friends and family’ve been worried sick about ya.” He lectured.

Skip coughed, rubbing where his neck had been held. “What the Hell was that…?!” Skip choked. “You could’ve KILLED me! Why would you try to CHOKE me?!?” Skip stumbled.

Striker chuffed. “Nah. Not worth it.”

“What?” Skip asked, concerned.

Striker collected himself quickly, smirking smuggly. “You’d like that, huh~?” He purred.

“NOPE! SETTING UP BOUNDARIES!” Skip objected, red in the face.

Striker chuckled. “Come on, Tiny~! Can’t ya take a joke~?” Striker purred.

Skip shook off the weird feeling he was getting. “I-I don’t like that.” Skip peeped.

Striker slinked over, patting Skip on the head. “Sorry for the scare, Tiny~! I thought ya were an intruder is all~!” Striker hummed.

Skip purred contentedly. Why did head pats always feel good…?

“It’s fine…” Skip sighed.

Striker slowly moved his hand up Skip’s head, rubbing his horns, Skip’s face heating up and him trying to stifle an...unwanted sound. “Striker…..~!” Skip groaned.

“What~? It’s just a simple horn rub~!” Striker hummed, going at a teasingly slow pace.

Skip whined, tail flicking to stim out the extra pleasure. “Striker….~!” Skip whined, trying to pull away.

“Come on, hon~! I’m just testin’ the waters~!” Striker purred, rubbing Skip‘s horns slower and rougher every few minutes.

Skip whined, eyes shutting tightly. “Striker, please….~! St-Stop….~!” Skip whined, trying to keep it down.

Striker leaned closer to Skip. “Go on ahead, hon~! We’re all alone out here~! We’re miles away from anyone bein’ able to hear anything~!” Striker whispered, Skip shuddering.

“Striker, please…~! St….Stop….~!” Skip whined, half meaning it, half begging him to keep going. He knew his dad wouldn’t like the idea of this, but FUCK did it feel good.

Striker sighed, nodding. “Gotcha.” Striker got up, helping Skip up. “Can I at least do one little thing for ya, Tiny?” Striker asked.

“What’s tha-” Skip started before getting pulled into a kiss. Skip squeaked in surprise, eventually melting into it.

Skip’s face heated up as the kiss was deepened, but he didn’t object. Eventually, Striker broke the kiss, slowly moving down Skip’s neck, Skip whining as he did so.

“Striker…!” Skip whined, melting at the affection he was receiving.

Striker smirked, intertwining his tail with Skip’s, Skip shuddering at the wave of pleasure washing over him.

“We could do more than just smooches, if ya catch my drift…~!” Striker hummed.

“N-No, D-Dad wouldn’t like that.” Skip declined.

“Spoilsport.” Striker scoffed. Skip gently smacked Striker with his tail, heavily annoyed.

“Hey!! I’m not a spoilsport!” Skip objected.

Striker chuckled. “Suuure. Go ahead, let your father dictate your life even though you’re an adult.” Striker sighed.

“Th-That’s not true!!” Skip snapped.

Striker shook his head. “No, no, it’s fine. I get it. Ya don’t wanna hurt your old man’s feelings.” Striker lamented. “I guess you’ll just hafta be a good lil boy from here on out, huh?” Striker sighed.

“Why do you care?” Skip rebutted.

“I dunno. I have a thing for bad boys~!” Striker hummed.

Skip shuddered. “Can we go back…? I’m kinda cold…” Skip shivered.

Striker nodded, picking Skip up and helping him onto Bombproof, riding back to the ranch.

(Elsewhere.)

“Boss, calm down! I’m sure Skip is fine!” Millie assured.

“What if he’s not, Mills?! What if he got hurt and died in a trench somewhere?! What if he got used for some sick fuck’s desires?!” Blitzø ranted, pacing back and forth.

Blitzø continued pacing, freezing in place as a knock came on the door.

Blitzø rushed over, pulling the door open to find Striker standing there with Skip clinging to him. “Howdy.” Striker greeted.

“MY BABY!!!” Blitzø cried out, pulling Skip into a hug. “Are you okay?! What did he do to you?!” He asked, panic lacing his voice.

“N-Nothing dad!” Skip assured.

Striker nodded. “I wouldn’t never hurt him, sir.” Striker assured.

Blitzø narrowed his eyes. “Good. Let’s keep it that way.”

“He warmed up a little bit on the way back thanks to Bombproof, but he's probably still mighty cold.” Striker sighed.

“Yeah…” Skip shivered.

“Okay. I trust ya with my son more now. Just watch your back.” Blitzø warned.

“Don’t worry, sir,” Striker said, sighing in relief. “I only gave him a little gift of a little pin is all. A little Red Dahlia flower~!” Striker smiled.