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drades-lair · 2 years ago

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StrikerxBlitz-Baby chronicles: Kids!

Fandom: helluva boss

pairings: Blitz/Striker

rating: T for swearing and mild gore

No matter where you are from there are good bars then there are dives, hell was no different in this regard. Sitting at a rotting wooden table in this dingy smoke filled bar Kirin sat wearing an orange tartan patterned, sleeveless dress with a layered skirt, black lace trim and a black corset coupled with a pair of lace up heeled boots and black fishnets. Kirin had just turned 16 a few weeks ago yet she looked 20, long foggy gray hair sporting black streaks as it hung straight all the way to her waist, small white horns a stark contrast to her unusual hair color and the dark gray shading she’d had as a child was now darker along her cheeks as well as in a triangular shape protruding from her hairline on the imp’s forehead. Kirin had grown into a gorgeous female imp who was smart as a whip, glowing crimson eyes cutting through the dim light of the bar where she currently sat playing a game of poker with several other imps.

Kirin smirked pulling a little slight of hand to exchange a card in her hand to create a wining set, pushing all her money into the center of the table. The 4 male imps playing with Kirin snickered clearly thinking she had no idea what she was getting into thus not looking to be shown up they too pushed their money into the center before revealing their hands one by one. Kirin was the last to toss her cards down revealing a royal flush that prompted curses from all around the table as she scooped up the money from the table. Opting to call it a night Kirin was tucking away the money she’d just won into a small pouch when the card she’d exchanged slipped from her garter belt to fall on the floor.

“You fucking little cheat!” cursed one of the imps

“Shit,” Kirin cursed under her breath

“Come on boys, let’s get our money back with interest,” The gruffest of the male imps growled

Kirin looked to each of the male imps currently approaching her, kicking the rotting wooden table over then into the group providing her with a clear path to the doors. Bolting through the crappy bar doors nearly breaking the already cracked glass as they flung open, turning down an ally nearby with the sound of pounding footfalls behind her. The young albino imp hustled in the direction of a nearby mini mall where she knew Striker would be and sure enough rounding the corner in the direction of the malls front entrance Kirin ran smack into Striker.

“What the fuck?! Kirin? Weren’t you in the mall?” Striker inquired furrowing his brow in confusion

“Well…I…um…” Kirin stammered just as the group of male imps rounded the corner.

“There’s the cheating bitch!” One imp snarled

“What the fuck did Ya do?” Striker asked as the pieces started to fall into place

“Why does it have to be my fault?” Kirin pouted

Striker gave an aggravated groan as the group of male imps started surrounding Striker and Kirin brandishing baseball bats, crowbars and pipes. Striker reached for his holster only to realize that it was empty eliciting a twitch of his upper lip along with a slight eyeroll as he realized his pistol was with Bombproof who’d wondered off into the parking lot. Kirin noticed Striker’s empty holster as well eliciting a concerned look along with a small apologetic smile.

“We’ll talk about this later,” Striker warned Kirin with a small snarl that made Kirin cringe knowing she was in for a lecture

Striker gently pressed Kirin behind him before baring his teeth in a smirk towards the group of male imps who were snickering now. A scrawny imp rushed forwards with his pipe reared back for attack making it easy for Striker to predict his movements, snatching the pipe mid air as it was brought down. Striker heaved the imp attached to the pipe around with a grunt sending him flying into the mall’s cement wall causing blood to streak across the white exterior. The pale imp spun the pipe in his hand in a cocky flourish before taking a stance as the next medium built imp brandishing a bat came rushing towards him taking a couple swings that Striker dodged, bringing the pipe upwards causing the bat to splinter upon impact. Striker gave a malicious chuckle at seeing the bat splinter, spinning the pipe again before bringing it around right into the side of the imps head creating a spray of blood along the asphalt.

Kirin shrieked immediately drawing Striker’s attention revealing she was being cornered by the two remaining male imps. Striker released a gasp as he hurried over to Kirin, driving the pipe into the spine of the remaining smaller imp allowing Kirin to literally slip through the legs of the gruff looking imp earning her a growl from that imp. Striker landed a left hook to the cheek of the imp he’d just smacked in the spine with the pipe sending him to the ground however he was so focused on that imp he failed to notice the gruff imp coming up behind him after Kirin managed to slip away. Turning at the last moment Striker was struck with the crowbar the gruff imp was brandishing on his forearm which he’d brought up for protection out of instinct.

“Fuck!” Striker cursed as pain shot along his arm from his finger tips to his shoulder causing him to drop the pipe he’d been using at a weapon.

“Striker!” Kirin cried out at seeing him get hit

“I don’t know who she is to you but you’ll regret taking her side,” The gruff imp snarled

Striker returned the snarl as he pulled his injured arm close to his chest while whipping his tail out to snatch the gruff imps ankle before giving a hard yank causing him to fall backwards onto his ass. Leaping onto the imp’s chest Striker growled as he started wailing on his face with one fist causing blood to spray everywhere including spattering on Striker. Once the gruff imp stopped moving Striker staggered to his feet, panting heavily. Kirin hurried over to Striker as her face immediately dropped with guilt at seeing him holding his arm to his chest while being rather delicate with it.

“Striker…I’m sorry…” Kirin quietly apologized

“Get on Bombproof,” Striker bluntly instructed still obviously irritated with Kirin

“O-Okay,” Kirin obeyed the instruction, hanging her head the whole way home

Upon arriving home Striker simply released Bombproof into the field after removing the steeds tack then trudged inside with Kirin quietly in toe. Blitz was sitting on the couch watching some shitty TV program when he heard the door open, leaping from the couch when he realized something was wrong with Striker.

“What happened? Are you alright?” Blitz exclaimed hurrying over to his mate and Kirin

“Kirin stole money from a group of imps, and I had ta clean up the mess,” Striker briefly explained

“I didn’t steal the money! I won it in a poker game!” Kirin corrected

“By cheatin’,” Striker retorted only to wince at the accidental subtle movement of his injured arm

“Well…I-I…didn’t mean for you to get hurt,” Kirin quietly stated, averting her gaze while rubbing her upper arm anxiously

“Then maybe Ya should stay out of bars and stop cheatin’ at poker,” Striker sternly suggested

Kirin didn’t respond simply headed for her room while Striker made his way over to the couch where he sat down. Blitz helped Striker out of his jacket followed by his vest and black long sleeved shirt before going to retrieve their well used first aid kit from the bathroom in order to tend to Striker’s wounded arm. Striker sat still with the occasional wince as Blitz wrapped it fortunately it was fractured but not broken meaning if he took it easy for a while it would heal up just fine.

“There, that should do it…you going to go talk with Kirin?” Blitz wondered as he finished tending Striker’s wound resulting in a heavy sigh from Striker.

“Yeah,” Striker confirmed

“Alright, I’ll get Kaiden to help me go put Bombproof away while you go chat with her,” Blitz stated giving a little smirk at his mate.

The duo shared a quick kiss before Blitz retrieved Kaiden to go put Bombproof away properly while Striker got up to head down the hallway to Kirin’s room. Striker rapped on the door to Kirin’s room with his knuckles earning a quiet little ‘yeah’ from inside.

“Kirin? Can I come in?” Striker asked moving his hand from mid door to the handle

“Sure,” Kirin confirmed just as quiet as before

Striker opened the door to Kirin’s room finding the room completely dark with Kirin sitting on her bed, knees tucked up to her chest while staring down at a small pouch on the bed. Striker exhaled a breath before walking over to Kirin’s bedside, flicking on her side lamp then settling on the bed’s edge. Kirin sniffed as she wiped her eyes using the back of her one hand, face burying into her knees as she pulled them tighter to her chest.

“I’m so sorry,” Kirin mumbled

“It’s alright Kirin…I’m fine,” Striker assured the young imp

“You got hurt…because of me…” Kirin mumbled again

“Ah…it’s nothin’ I’ve been hurt far worse then this,” Striker once again tried to reassure Kirin with a small smirk

“It could have been worse! And for what?” Kirin exclaimed finally unraveling herself as her glassy crimson eyes shown in the dim light.

“Look, don’t get me wrong Ya shouldn’t have lied to me and Ya shouldn’t be gambling in dingy bars…but, me and Blitz would be hypocrites to tell Ya that it was wrong,” Striker confessed, reaching up to cup Kirin’s cheek

“Humph, don’t worry I’m never going to do it again,” Kirin assured Striker

“I just want Ya safe,” Striker added gently swiping a tear from Kirin’s cheek with his thumb

“I-I know…thank you for saving me,” Kirin retorted looking up at Striker

“Any time kiddo,” Striker whispered

Kirin smiled then leaned forwards to embrace Striker in a hug which he returned.

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