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[chaifootsteps]

was re-reading Vizowrite's "Dark!StolasAU" as a palette cleanser and noticed something: it's basically just canon now

Stolas reframing their arrangement as a relationship and behaving as such? Check.

Stolas exhibiting a total disregard for Blitzo's employees and life outside of Stolas? Check.

Stolas acting like he's the one who has been wronged by Blitzo's lack of affection towards him? Check.

The only thing missing is Blitzstrike being a thing

The show has basically just become Stolas pretending to be a better person while failing to ever make good on it, a kind of sensitive soft nightmare version of pilot Stolas and season 1 Stolas with a heaping helping of gaslighting to go with it

side note, hope Vizowrites is doing OK. yours and their fics were always my favorite Blitzstrike works

It really is, isn't it? It all came true in the end, except for the part where Stolas is meant to be terrifying and his actions are unambiguously meant to be wrong, and that's the scariest part of all.

(And thank you! Vizowrites totally wrote circles around me as far as Blitzstrike went, their stuff used to have me actually on my feet applauding...I hope they're doing okay too.)

[candycoloredwolf]

I'm fuckin crying. So, Valentines Day just started. Like, it's 1 am where I am, and

LOOK AT THESE TWO MAKING A LITTLE HEART!!! LOOK AT THESE LOVE BIRDS!!!

@chaifootsteps @iriso-page @vizowrites @izzy-lupiz LOOK AT THEM!!

[fannishcodex]

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

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

Some earlier sketches under the cut:

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

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

[vizowrites]

That’s One Hell of a Resume

{Set during the Harvest Moon Festival competitions}

~*~

To  Blitzø’s great surprise, the Harvest Moon Festival was actually turning out to not be a fuck fest invite after all.

He honestly hadn’t been sure when the games initially kicked off.  The horde of imps that had come to compete for the title of “the roughest, toughest, bastard in Wrath” had a proclivity for violence that could easily--and not inaccurately--be described as a passion.  Then of course there was Stolas, watching him thirstily from atop his fancy seat underneath his fancy tent, cooing and cheering out “Blitzyyyyy!!'' at every opportunity he got to speak.  Yet the honored owl prince somehow still managed to keep his pants on throughout each and every event--and even more impressively managed to keep his degrading sweet talk void of any sexual obscenities.  He hadn’t even been able to manage that much on a day trip to a theme park with his daughter.  Yet somehow...this wasn’t even the best part of the festival to  Blitzø.  It was up there to be sure, but it wasn’t the toppiest top.  The “dom of the disco”**, if you will.  

No, the BEST part of the festival--and the thing that kept the imp grinning from ear to ear throughout the entire competition--was that this honkytonk battle royale was shaping up to be the perfect opportunity to show off and be recognized for just how much of a boss-ass bitch Blitz actually was: 2nd to absolutely fucking none.

Well...maybe with ONE slight exception.

“I gotta say, you just keep on impressin’ me every chance you get,” that one slight exception said with a smirk, the tip of his tail flicking forward into a small curl.  “No wonder your killin’ biz is so successful.  You do every kill single-handed there, Boss Man?” The two were standing off on the sidelines together during one of the many interims inbetween contests, where the first round winners had already secured their victories and now were stuck watching the remaining shitty losers battle it out to find out which of them would end up being the absolute shittiest loser.  It was taking a stupidly long-ass time, a hell of a lot longer than  Blitzø would’ve normally had the patience for, but with his present company leaning up against the bleacher stands like that.....there were definitely worse ways he could be spending his down time right now.

“Nah,” he answered with a small flick of his wrist, gesturing vaguely in the general direction of where he’d last seen Moxxie getting his ass kicked and Millie sitting in the stands watching it happen.  “I know he’s not doing a great job of showing it right now--” he said just as Moxxie got elbow dropped by a shark “--but Moxxie’s not completely useless.  He did get me shot on a job once while he was in the middle of being a little bitch, but as soon as he finally found his balls again, he got things back under control pretty fast.  And Millie’s just a straight up badass.  If her parents had allowed her to play in the games, you’d have gotten your ass handed to you three rounds ago.”

“That so?” Striker’s lips drew back into a slight smirk, just enough for the light to catch on the very tip of his fanged gold tooth.  “Because I seem to remember a certain someone else bein’ the one to get themselves all roped up in a hogtie about three rounds ago.”  

“I have no idea what you’re talking about but it sounds like complete bullshit.”

“That’s kinda what I was thinkin’ myself to be honest after that first relay run--” Those snake-like eyes raked in every inch of Blitz’s annoyed face, feeling the corners of his own pleasantly sting as his grin spread even wider. “Right up ‘til I saw some o’that nice red color risin’ up in their face--”

“IT’S HOT--THERE ARE FUCKING VOLCANOES NEARBY OKAY!!” Blitz realized, very quickly, just how loud and defensive those words sounded, but he also realized just as quickly that there wasn’t anything he could do to take them back now.  Instead, he straightened himself up, cleared his throat, pretended that there wasn’t some of ‘that nice red color’ in his face now, and said in what he thought was a much more nonchalant voice, “Anyway, I’m starving, and since these last few dipshits are taking forever to get their asses kicked, I’m gonna go find something deep-fried to shove down my throat.  Catch you at the awards ceremony or whatever the fuck they do around here to finish themselves off.”

The I.M.P. Head made it a grand total of two steps before the unmistakable crunch of boots sounded behind him, followed by a faint scoff of a laugh and the distinct rattling of a tail as Striker joined him at his side.  

“There’s a whole row of food stands back there behind the stage,” he said with a nod, meeting  Blitzø’s stride and starting to veer them off in that direction.  “And now that you mention it, I wouldn’t mind grabbin’ a bite.  Besides--I feel like I might owe you one for bringin’ up such a tender subject.”

The unrepentant but non-malicious smirk he sent Blitz’s way wasn’t at all softened by the wink that accompanied it, but it somehow brought a slight smile to the smaller imp’s lips all the same.

“You got fucking lucky and that was it,” Blitz insisted with a sharp flick of his tail, not having the faintest fucking clue why he was smiling about this in the first place but subconscioiusly hoping that swatting at Striker would be distracting enough that the taller imp wouldn’t notice.  “And besides, I could’ve gotten out of it if I had really wanted to.”

“Oh, so you wanted to be all tied up like that?”  The grin that spread across Striker’s face was even wider than the first, his razor sharp teeth now on full display. “Well now, if that’s what you were wantin’ you could’ve just asked.  I’d’ve been happy to oblige right from the start.” 

“Ha! Like I’d ever make it that easy for you,”  Blitzø retorted with a challenging grin, his eyes dancing with a truly impish gleam of delight as he and Striker rounded the stage together, his earlier thoughts of the food shacks that waited beyond almost entirely forgotten as they were overtaken by memories of their constant back-and-forth scuffle throughout the festival. “You beating me fair and square is one thing--even though you still totally just got really fucking lucky and also it definitely never even happened in the first place.  But if you were actually going to beat me...you better believe it’s not gonna happen without a fight.  I don’t just bow out like some sloppy bitch who can’t figure out where they put their car keys and has to take the walk of shame back to their shitty apartment at 4 in the morning.  If you wanna come out on top over me, you better fucking work for it.”  

The black tip of his pointed tail flicked up to poke Striker once in the center of his chest, punctuating the word ‘work’ perfectly. 

Striker’s tail, on the other hand, began to rattle.

“Yeah?” he said, his earlier easy tone starting to become weighted with something softer, but deeper.  Neither he nor  Blitzø made any indication that they were aware that he was guiding them both right on past the front of the stand that they had originally been headed toward, and instead had them disappearing into the shadows behind it. “You’re okay with not coming out on top so long as whoever does earns their place there?”

“I mean...”  Blitzø trailed off a bit as he casually leaned up against the back of the stand, folding his arms over his chest as he eyed Striker with that lingering gleam in his own gaze. “You have been able to keep up with me in all the other games...so I guess it might be possible for you to get the upper hand on me for at least one of them.”  

“Just me?”  The rattling sound intensified. 

“Well there sure as fuck wasn’t anyone else who was able to keep up,”  Blitzø rolled his eyes in annoyed exasperation at just how much everyone else truly sucked in comparison to the two of them, before he slowly looked back up at Striker--and realized that the snake-like imp was suddenly a lot closer than he’d been before.  Much closer.  

“...Striker?”

“Yeah, Blitz?”

“Please tell me we’re not actually talking about the fucking games anymore.”

A short, soft laugh was the initial answer, followed by that still rattling tail coiling around Blitz’s slender waist as Striker propped himself up on one arm against the structure behind them, his hand splayed just to the side of the crimson imp’s right cheek.  

“I haven’t been talkin’ about the games since you got me with your tail, Darlin’,” he whispered, his hooded eyes narrowing to glowing slits of pale gold as he leaned in almost close enough to touch.  “But I don’t know if there ain’t somethin’ to be said about that “fuckin’” part yet...”

Blitz’s words came back to him then, ringing in his head as clear as when he first said them: 

“...Well if you promise this isn’t some fuck fest invite...”

“.....You gonna work for it, Cowboy?” 

“Yessir, Boss Man.” 

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“So...lemme get this straight--”  Blitzø finally shifted his weight, easing it off of Striker and rolling to rest his back on whatever podunk concession stand they’d spent the last ten minutes fucking up against.  “--You tie me for first place in the games, you ride around on the most majestic fucking horse I’ve ever seen, you take down a hell hog with a single stab while completely and mercilessly humiliating one of my employees in front of his in-laws at the same fucking time, and you called me “Sir” when we first met?  AND you’re a great fuck??”

The quirked eyebrow and smug gold-toothed grin he got in reply said more than words ever could, especially when accompanied by the satisfied rattling of that long, spiked tail.

“That’s one hell of a resume you’ve got there.”  Blitzø didn’t even realize his own face had split into a grin until he saw it reflected in Striker’s eyes, hypnotized by the sheer reckless abandon he felt ignited between them.  “Want to join I.M.P.?”  

Striker couldn’t help but laugh, reaching up to adjust the brim of his hat from where Blitz’s tail had nearly knocked it off, his unwavering gaze sparking into an infernal glow.

“Tell you what,” he said, his tone a warm rumble of amusement meeting temptation.  “You and I head on back to the stage, revel in our well-deserved glory, and--once we’re satisfied it’s been rubbed into the faces of those sorry ass losers enough--I’ll head on back up to the farm and have a little talk with Miss Mildred’s folks about finishin’ things up around here for the season.  Maybe see if they can find another set of hands to join ‘em for the next one if mine are gonna be occupied with--” His hand found its way down to Blito’s face, the sharp claw-like nail of his thumb pressing under the shorter imp’s chin to tilt it up towards his own. “--other things.”

“Believe me, Cowboy,”  Blitzø’s eyes were burning, twin embers of eagerness that ran so deep he could feel the heat of it vibrating through to his very core--and his vocal chords.  “You’re not going to find a more hands-on job than the one you’re gonna get if you come and work for me.  ESPECIALLY in that order.” 

Striker’s tail snaked its way up and along past Blitz’s hip, the pointed tip flicking over his chest as it’s rattle joined in the chorus of that deep, heated purring.  

“Don’t mind if I hold you to that, Sir.”

“Oh fuck me--”

And Striker did. Again.

~*~

Random Notes: 

**My counterpart to the phrase “the belle of the ball”--”the dom of the disco”.  I think I’m way funnier than I actually am. :D

ANYWAY tho I really hope y’all like it!!  This is the first fanfic I’ve posted anywhere publicly in a hot minute so I hope it’s not a bad kickoff to something I’m hoping to really get back into!!  I have plans to post the full fic of this--with the non-censored sex scene to my AO3 oohlala--so if that’s something you’d like to see, feel free to lemme know here and I can get right on that!!  Otherwise have a great day, thanks for reading, and if anyone wants to hit me up for some lovely BlitzStrike talks, I’m always open to messages!!

Thanks again Lovelies!! <3

[trellanyx]

Dark!Stolas AU

I started to send a prompt to @vizowrites​ after reading the latest installment of her Dark!Stolas AU, then realized I wanted to write it instead. lol This is meant to be a direct sequel to Where You Belong. Thanks for letting me play in the sandbox for a bit bb!

Fic Warnings: This is an AU where Blitzo does not want to have sex with Stolas, and only does so in order to have continued access to the grimoire. Stolas has no qualms about using this leverage to keep Blitzo in line, or ignoring Blitzo’s boundaries. Nothing sexual happens in this fic, but if you don’t like reading fics based off this premise, this isn’t for you. Like the title says, Stolas is not a good person here.

“And you,” Stolas said, his gaze flashing back to Striker with a near break-neck speed, flashing in a surge of barely contained power that still seemed to simmer just beneath the surface. “While I admire that terribly forceful nature of yours, I highly suggest that you remember just to whom you are speaking. And just to whom you owe your continued opportunities that keep your schedules oh so busy. Which reminds me, darling Blitzy….bring the book with you to our next meeting.”

“Blitzy! There you are, darling.”

Regrettably, Blitzo thought. He placed the book on its usual place on the nightstand and shucked off his coat. Stolas loved it when his favorite toy showed such ‘enthusiasm’, not noticing, or perhaps not caring, that Blitzo’s only motivation was to get the night over with as quickly as possible.

He didn’t know which option was worse.

“Look, can we skip the roleplay tonight? My back has been bitching at me all day.”

Stolas giggled. “Ah yes. Isn’t that post-coital ache just delightful? I know my best mornings always happen when I can’t walk straight.”

Blitzo rolled his eyes. In the beginning, he’d respond to comments like that with something along the lines of, “I hear a good ass whooping produces the same result”, but Stolas always interpreted those retorts as encouragement, and Blitzo eventually stopped bothering. He nodded to where Stolas was decadently sprawled along a twilight-violet chaise. “That the spot you’ve decided on?”

“As thrilling as it is to be the center of such undivided attention,” purred Stolas, “I’d actually prefer we take things slower tonight. It feels like ages since we’ve had the chance to simply…talk.” Stolas’s eyes gleamed scarlet, all four of them pinned directly on Blitzo. “Given both of our busy schedules, after all.”

Blitzo stiffened, feeling his stomach shrivel with a sudden chill of terror.

“Stolas--”

“Sit, please,” said the prince, waving a hand at a matching armchair Blitzo knew hadn’t been there a moment ago. “I’m as eager to receive your glorious cock as you are to give it to me, but another need must be satisfied first.”

The words tumbled out of Blitzo so quickly they nearly slurred together. “If this is about what happened at the office, I swear--”

“I said sit.”

Blitzo’s jaw snapped shut with an audible click. He power-walked to the chair, unwilling to risk finding out what Stolas might do if he thought Blitzo was taking too long. But Stolas only giggled again, as if seeing Blitzo so flustered was cute.

“Though since you bring it up, I would like to discuss what happened when I last tried to visit you. I fear there may be some…misunderstanding among your employees about just what our relationship is like, Blitzy.”

“We don’t have a relationship, Stolas,” snapped Blitzo. “We have an arrangement. I fuck you, you don’t fuck over my business. Cut and fucking dry.”

Stolas clucked his tongue. “Blitzy, we are lovers. You could at least try to put in a little romantic effort outside the bedroom.”

Blitzo bared his teeth. “I’m plenty romantic,” he said, in a moment of reckless defiance. “Just not with you.”

Stolas blinked, and Blitzo nearly bit through his own tongue. He did not, however, take back the words. He was engaged now, for fuck’s sake. And the memory of his fiancé almost spitting in the eyes of demon royalty was enough to give Blitzo just enough courage to wipe out his remaining fucks.

You wanna talk, bitch? Fine. Let’s talk.

Stolas tapped a claw against his thigh. “Are you now?” he asked, terribly soft. Blitzo opened his mouth to snarl back, but it hung open when Stolas suddenly beamed and said, “Why Blitzy, that’s wonderful!”

“….It is?”

“Of course!” trilled Stolas. “I’m so happy to hear there are other paramours in your life! Not surprised, of course, my dear little imp. Who could possibly resist such a beautiful and wickedly talented creature like yourself?” He laughed gaily. “I wondered why that fiery little fellow seemed so testy last we met. Jealousy, hm?” Stolas gave a sage little hoot. “I understand, Blitzy. Love makes fools of us all.”

Blitzo couldn’t help but laugh incredulously. “Striker, jealous of you? Listen bitch--”

“Blitzy, darling, it’s alright,” Stolas soothed. “I understand.”

Blitzo raised an unimpressed eyebrow. “Do ya now?

“It’s not the first time I’ve been threatened over our little courtship,” said Stolas, still smiling. “At least he didn’t throw something at me! Poor Seymour,” he sighed. “Two centuries of care, gone in a blink and a crash. Fortunately my reflexes are better than my wife’s aim!”

“…Am I on drugs?” Blitzo wondered. “Is Verosika about to pop out with a horse head or somethin’? ‘Cause I’m not gonna lie, that’d actually be a pretty sweet upgrade for her.”

“Silly imp,” giggled Stolas. “Well! Now that that little bit of unpleasantness has been cleared up, I say we move on to more enjoyable activities. How about some refreshments before we start?”

Blitzo withheld a groan. Feeding each other was one of Stolas’s favorite forms of foreplay. He’d constantly nip at or suck on Blitzo’s fingers, to say nothing of how often he’d pretend to feed Blitzo a strawberry or something before replacing it with his mouth at the last second. But if it got Stolas to stop asking questions about his and Striker’s relationship, Blitzo was up for anything.

“Just no strawberries, okay? Last time they made me break out in hives.”

“Alas, tonight I’m simply thirsty.” Stolas pulled a silver bell from his robe and gave it a dainty ring. Then he winked at Blitzo and added, “Of course, that’s always my mood when you’re on my mind.”

A servant imp appeared almost instantaneously, carrying a tray with two shimmering glasses of wine.

“I really do feel much better now,” said Stolas, taking his glass.

“Good for you,” deadpanned Blitzo as the servant turned his way. “Now can we get on with--”

CRASH!

“FUCK!” Blitzo scrambled backward, tripping over the arm of the chair and falling onto the floor. His claws scratched the tile as he scooted backwards on his ass, away from the servant who was now a solid block of stone. Blitzo’s wineglass was shattered on the ground. Why…why did it look like the exact shade of blood?

Stolas took a long, indulgent sip of his own wine. “Wiggles, this is Blitzy. Blitzy, Wiggles.”

“Stolas, what the fuck?!”

“Wiggles hasn’t been with me as long as Seymour was,” Stolas continued, not needing to raise his voice to talk over Blitzo’s panicked yelling. “I daresay Wiggles isn’t even his name, but that’s neither here nor there.”

The prince unfolded his unnaturally long legs and walked around the statue of Wiggles. “He’s a good servant, as far as imps go. Obedient, polite, deferential…he knows his place in the world and is content with it. Like Seymour was.” Stolas placed a hand on the top of Wiggles’s stone head. “And like Seymour…”

Blitzo realized what was coming a split second too late. “DON’T--!”

Stolas lightly pushed, and Wiggles fell forward. There was a sick crack when the statue hit the ground, and Blitzo watched in horror as Wiggles’s now detached head lay face-first in the puddle of wine. Stolas waved his hand, and the rest of the body crumbled into dust and rubble.

“Gone in a blink and a crash,” finished Stolas.

There was no flirting or good-natured silliness to Stolas now. He stared down at Blitzo with cold disappointment. Blitzo barely dared to breathe, let alone move.

“Let’s not forget what our actual roles are, my precious little imp,” murmured Stolas. “You are exceedingly good at what you can do with your body, and because of that, I allow your little family venture to succeed. Every time you rendezvous with the world above, you pay your way with my magic. Your daughter sleeps under a roof built from my generosity. Your lover fucks you in a bed gifted by my mercy. I could rip everything away from you, Blitzo. Everything you’ve ever touched. I wouldn’t even have to leave this room.”

Stolas knelt down, ignoring the way Blitzo flinched back. “But I don’t do that, darling. Because I love you. You’ve brought excitement and joy back into my world the likes of which I haven’t felt since my daughter was born. Of all my collections and all of my toys, you are my favorite.”

A crimson glow slowly bled into existence until it outlined Stolas’s entire body. Blitzo couldn’t look away from him, and wasn’t entirely sure that Stolas wasn’t making that possible. The air seemed to constrict around him, making his temples pound and his nose bleed.

“What you do with your time is your own business, Blitzo. But when I call on you, full moon or not, I expect you to answer,” whispered Stolas. The use of Blitzo’s full name stung him like a brand. “When I ask for privacy, I expect to not be interrupted. Above all, I expect you to make sure your associates know their place around us – and mind it. Do you understand?”

Blitzo jerked his head in as much of a nod as he could manage.

“They may hiss and spit all they like, but they will stay out of our way. Else I will remove them myself, and I will make you watch. Do you understand?”

Another nod.

“Say it, Blitzy.”

“…I understand,” said Blitzo through gritted teeth. The moment he did, the air returned to normal, leaving Blitzo gasping for air like a drowning man. Stolas finished his wine, and looked out the balcony window behind Blitzo.

“Ah! And there’s the moon. What a beautiful sight – not as lovely as you, of course.” Stolas cupped Blitzo’s cheek, looking at him with a familiar expression of lust. “Come darling,” he purred. “The night is still young, after all.”

[bloodmoon24]

I just love this ship so much 😊☺️ (PS, Blitzo’s gun and Striker’s hat was so hard to draw)

And this is also for my favorite Blitzo/Striker fan writers

@ambrial-blog @vizowrites @helluva-simp @candycoloredwolf

I gotta say, I love your fan-fics. Stay awesome

[cham-chammity]

The Imp Twins Barbie and Blitz Headcannons (and some of just Barbie)

Barbie definitely is a she/they

Barbie is on the Autism spectrum, and if you include the headcannon (maybe it's canon? I don't know) that Blitz has ADHD, they'd be the neurodivergent imp twins -and truly understand each other-

Barbie is a better singer than Blitz, but Blitz is a better writer. So Blitz will write poetry or even songs and Barbie will put a melody to them. (Blitz also DEFINITELY looks like he could be a drummer)

Barbie's voice claim is Ke$ha, both talking and singing

Blitz is older than Barbie by 4 minutes and he makes sure everyone knows that

The twins were born sometime in the Leo zodiac season

I actually think Wire is Barbie and Blitz's last name, but Barbie goes by both first and last becasue she doesn't want people to associate their name with that disgusting plastic doll

They both have daddy issues

Barbie is only sexually attracted to girls but will be romantically inolved with anyone regardless of gender (basically Barbie is a panromantic lesbian)

The twins love to say incest jokes when they're together to throw people off

(TW eating disorder mentioned) Since Barbie was in the circus, I can imagine due to high standards and such she at one point developed an eating disorder. When Blitz found out about this he would do everything he could to make sure she ate at least something every day and made sure she kept it in her system (being the caring brother he is <3)

When Blitz and Barbie were little they'd get into physical fights and they'd end up getting their horns stuck in the other's

@vizowrites

[chaifootsteps]

your fic and Vizowriters are my favorite Blitzstrike fics!

Aww, thank you! It's an honor to even be mentioned alongside Vivzowrites, who I think writes circles around my Blitzstrike stuff!

[candycoloredwolf]

Watch "When I Feel That Touch of a Man" on YouTube

@chaifootsteps @vizowrites @helluva-simp

Its Striker

[vizowrites]

100!!

So this happens to be my 100th post here on @vizowrites and as such I thought I would celebrate it by posting 100 things [both in the canon and in the fanon] that I love about the ship that started it all: BlitzStrike.  

.....I am so sorry I did this instead of writing up a fic for you guys but I hope you enjoy these anyway!!  ;-; 

BlitzStrike has the perfect ship name - second, in my humble opinion, only to Victuuri from Yuri on Ice!!!  It both reflects their imp heritage [being a type of warfare] AND it also reflects just how hard their chemistry hit me the second I first saw them on screen together [like a lightning strike] 

The plot potential of friends to enemies to lovers is strong here

The fact that we’re shown since the start of the show that Blitz has an obsession with horses, and how does the show choose to introduce Striker??  RIDING IN ON A FUCKING BADASS HELLHORSE. :D

Blitz’s heart eyes when he first sees Striker riding in on his fucking badass hellhorse. <3 <3

Striker and Blitz openly showing a mutual respect for one another is everything to me

City Imp X Cowboy Imp.  Need I say more??

The LOOKS on their faces when they’re competing together in the Harvest Moon Festival.  They are both having the time of their lives.

The fact that Striker--despite being shown time and time again throughout the Festival to be a total attention whore--doesn’t object at all to sharing the stage with Blitz when they tie in the games.  Holy shit how is this not talked about more??

The fact that Blitz--despite only knowing Striker for 24 hours--straight up invited this man to join I.M.P. before the games were even over.  I just--this is something else that I don’t think gets talked about NEARLY enough for its significance because remember, I.M.P. isn’t just Blitz’s company.....it’s his family.  He literally asked Striker to join his family.  I am screaming.  :D

The voice acting combination of Brandon Rogers and Norman Reedus is honestly too powerful for this world

Striker is a good Southern boy.  He is respectful.  He has manners.  He can kill, skin, and cook a meal for you without breaking a sweat.  HE’S A FUCKING KEEPER BLITZ!!

“Not ALL men”??  You’re right--Striker would NEVER treat Blitz like a plaything or force him into a sexual contract that forces him to sell his body in exchange for the ability to keep his business going.  He would ask him to be Partners.

The snek x cat dynamics or “the one that hisses x the one that purrs” 

The potential of a happy family dynamic between dad Blitz and stepdad Striker with daughter Loona

The potential of a heated rivalry dynamic between Blitz’s mate, Striker, and Blitz’s bff Moxxie

The potential of a dysfunctional family dynamic between Blitz, Striker, Loona, Moxxie, and Millie together at the same company

Domestic Striker who always makes a point to make sure that Blitz always has at least ONE proper hot meal a day that he cooks for him himself, and Domestic Blitz who makes sure that Striker’s clothes are ALWAYS cleaned, mended, and properly taken care of at the dry cleaner’s and then brought back home to be put away nice and neat for him in the closet

Blitz falling asleep to Striker’s singing 

Striker falling asleep to Blitz’s purring

The fact that there’s just as much of a likelyhood of the two of them fucking in the shower as there is of the two of them having an impromptu karaoke session together at the top of their lungs is golden 

Early to Bed Early to Rise Striker x Night Owl Blitz

Tail Touches <3 <3 

Blitz doesn’t want to do things alone

The fact that the only time “Striker” calls Blitz “Blitzo” is in Blitz’s fucked up truth bomb induced hallucination--that is to say, he’s the only one of the three “antagonist” hallucinations who has NEVER actually called him “Blitzo” canonically even once

Cowboy x Clown 

“We could be the most dangerous beings in Hell, Blitz.”

There’s no question that there’s a lot of problematic things about this ship--but there’s also a lot more plot potential to solve those problems in future episodes than other ships at this point and it makes me want it that much more

Striker has no respect for Overlords/Demon Royalty in general, but the fact that he specifically rags on Stolas over his “relationship” with Blitz [i.e. telling Blitz to his face how fucked up it is] is delightful

You KNOW that Blitz got hard after watching Striker take down that hellhog.  

Blitz smiled more around Striker in the course of a single episode than he’s smiled around Stolas in the course of 6 

I firmly believe that they both Blitz and Striker deserve to be happier than I think they are, and love the fact that there’s so much room to find that happiness in each other

They’re both sexy as fuck.  I don’t know why it took me this long to say it, but here it is.  :D

Striker showed us all that Blitz has a bondage kink :)

.....Honestly that makes the earlier scene with Stolas being the one in bondage a lot more depressing and shows the direct contrast between which scenario Blitz enjoyed himself in more.  I know this isn’t really a fact about BlitzStrike itself, but--okay here’s a proper fact: the way Striker was able to provide a natural contrast for Stolas and Blitz’s relationship just by existing is, truly, striking.  There that counts. :D

You know that Striker would love the fuck out of Blitz’s toy horse collection

The mental image of Blitz in his horse hoodie cuddled up on the couch with Striker in his full cowboy attire is just too precious 

The fact that Blitz is protective af when it comes to the people he loves is fascinating to think about in regards to someone like Striker, who I doubt has ever had anyone be protective of him [or even felt the need to be protected] before in his life.  The potential there is captivating. 

The fact that Striker didn’t even try to kill Blitz even though he must’ve known that Stella wouldn’t have been upset at all in the slightest--and in fact probably would’ve preferred it--if Striker had just taken Blitz out when he had the chance during their fight

The story of someone who always runs away from love finding it with someone who probably has never felt true love once before in their life

They make each other feel things

The way that Striker is so effortlessly able to keep up with Blitz’s high energy even though he presents himself as someone who’s more cool and collected--and seems to even enjoy that character quality about Blitz

I’m fully convinced that if Moxxie hadn’t shown up when he did that Blitz and Striker would’ve fucked right there on the floor in Millie’s house

The fact that Bombproof seems to like Blitz enough to just let him gaze lovingly at him while he was in the middle of eating his dinner.  Bombproof ships it!!

The worst thing that Blitz was able to hallucinate Striker telling him was that he didn’t want to do things alone.  That’s the worst thing hallucination!Striker had to say to him.  I just-- did you see the freaking chains??

Strikers sense of self-esteem seems to be the exact match to Blitz’s amount of self-doubt--which is again fantastic from a storywise perspective

They are both cuddlers but only with each other.  Prove me wrong.  :D

I bet you anything Striker makes a mean cup of coffee in the mornings and it doesn’t take long before Blitz refuses to start his day off with coffee made by anyone else

The way that Blitz seems so at ease around Striker is honestly really refreshing--and seeing him get a confidence boost from being around Striker is even better

I think that Blitz wasn’t at all what Striker had been expecting when Stella first hired him and told him about the imp her husband was cheating on her with, and I REALLY don’t think he was expecting to genuinely like Blitz as much as he did throughout the games

The sex is just hot af.  There, I said that too.  :D

I really love imagining that when Striker gets up at ass o’clock in the morning, he always makes sure to tuck Blitz’s horse plushy in his arms to keep him warm/give him something to hug when he’s not there in the bed with him

I feel like watching the way Blitz handles clients would make Striker’s pants tight 

They are each other’s exact kind of crazy

Hitman Husbands(TM)

They kiss each other so deeply and so passionately that they have legit gotten their tongues actually tied together before

They are both strong independent badasses who happen to like each other very much

Striker falling in love with Blitz so hard that he doesn’t have a hope of catching himself

Blitz trying to run as fast and as far as he can from loving Striker but for some reason finds that no matter where he goes that love is always right there

The two of them having at home movie nights with each other and the two of them + Loona

Loona making Father’s Day cards for Blitz and Striker

Blitz and Striker getting a card display just for the ones Loona made them

Striker stubbing his toe on a door frame or something and Blitz promptly pulling out a gun to shoot at whatever hurt him

Striker going absolutely feral whenever someone hurts Blitz - physically or emotionally

The thought that Striker’s sleeping schedule gets absolutely wrecked more than once just from how late he and Blitz stay up spending time together and he isn’t even mad about it because he genuinely loves spending as much time with Blitz as he can

The two of them going out on an actual date together

The two of them trying to go on a double date with Millie and Moxxie and it goes about as well as you’d think it would go

Blitz giving Striker the best head that Striker’s ever had--it literally makes his toes curl every single time and gets him hard just thinking about it

Striker being ticklish and Blitz exploiting it to a T

The two of them turning a fight scene into the sexiest [and bloodiest] tango dance sequence in Hell’s history

Striker vs city living 

Striker being terrified of Blitz’s driving

The two of them having the filthiest mouths when in bed together >3

This isn’t really a canon thing or even a fanon thing about BlitzStrike, but I just have to say: the people here in the BlitzStrike fandom are some of the most amazing people I’ve ever had the honor of meeting.  Seriously, you guys are the BEST!! Thank you so so much for giving me such a warm welcome here <3 <3

Blitz and Striker taking rides on Bombproof

Striker surprising Blitz with his own horse that Striker trained himself

One day up on Earth, Blitz discovers what “horse girls” are and ends up coming back to Hell that day with new matching horse girl t-shirts for him and Striker to wear--which they both do 

Blitz getting to show off his circus skills in a fight sometime and Striker literally just stares at him for about 5 minutes straight in awe 

The two of them being shamelessly together in public--proudly informing anyone who cares to listen either by saying it directly or by hand placement that this is their boyfriend/husband/mate/favorite person in Hell

Striker feels like there’s always something new he learns about Blitz everyday and he loves that

Blitz constantly feeling like he doesn’t deserve Striker and letting his self-sabotage tendencies show through at times in their relationship, and time and time again gets shown by Striker that he is worthy of this

The thought that in time they would easily learn each other like the back of their hand and it honestly probably wouldn’t take as long as either of them think it would to do

The fact that they’re able to run through such a wide range of emotion in their relationship--from being badasses, to being silly, to being serious, to having feels, to being passionate, to being fierce, to being tender--and they’re all beautifully valid and all legitimately work for portraying them as a couple 

Blitz learning each and every single one of the meanings behind Striker’s tail rattles

Striker is the one who always seems to be able to calm Blitz down when nobody else can, and Blitz is the one who can always rile Striker up when nobody else seems to be able to get under his skin 

They would both be willing to do things for each other that they would NEVER take the time or put up with the bullshit of doing for anyone else

I fully believe that the first thing they would do once business at I.M.P. really kicks off is get themselves a piece of land in Wrath that they run off to on weekends and is where they keep Bombproof [and the horse that Striker gets for Blitz]

Blitz proposing to Striker

Striker proposing to Blitz

The two of them eloping together without telling anyone except for Loona and maaaaaaaaaaybe Millie.  They don’t tell Moxxie shit until they’ve already signed the paperwork. :D

There isn’t a single question in my mind that--if the theory for Striker’s backstory ends up being proven true that he used to work under Valentino and that’s why he hates Overlords so much--the second Blitz finds out about it is the second he not only agrees to Striker’s offer to start killing off Overlords but makes plans to take out Valentino first

Game night :) 

The fact that Striker not only being a biter but loving to go for Blitz’s neck specifically is something that’s so completely agreed upon and embraced by BlitzStrike fans that it’s become canonical fanon 

The BlitzStrike songs.  I just--they’re all so perfect.  So, so perfect.

Striker straight up enticing Blitz to chase him “Maybe you’ll get me next time, Blitzy” in a hero-chasing-villain kind of way is great

Imagine Blitz falling so hard for Striker that he actually ends up reconnecting with his twin sister, Barbie Wire, because for fuck’s sake he has to tell her about this sexy fucking cowboy he met in Wrath!!

The fact that Blitz calling Striker “Daddy Fucker” is honestly perfect when you think about how much Blitz constantly refers to himself as “Daddy” throughout the show.  Just sayin’ :D

The two of them giving each other much-needed massages after a long day on the job

The AUs.  The AUs.  Honestly if you sent me any classic AU prompt for them I guarantee you I could find a way to make it work.  And yes you absolutely can send me classic AU prompts [soulmate, arranged marriage, fucking flower shop owner x tattoo artist, etc] and I WILL find a way to make them happen.  Just also please let me know which of them you want in a specific role if you have a preference, otherwise I’m just gonna go for it at my own discretion. :D

The seduction scene shot of the two of them gazing directly into each other’s eyes and grinning like they could set the whole of Hell on fire just from their passion for each other.  You know the one.  

They. Are. Equals.  

[vizowrites]

Here it is my sweet Lovelies!!  I finally finished the sex scene. :D

[vizowrites]

Ya know when I got into the helluva boss amd Hazbin hotel Fandom I was not expecting to come out with ships but like Blitzstrike just wiggled in there and there isn't enough content about them out there!

Anyway if you are still taking hc how do you think striker would react to blitzo getting hurt on a job either seriously or minorly? Or heck how would he react to robofiz talking to blitz like he does in looloo land?

Hi Love!! So I hope you don't mind that I just screenshotted your 2nd ask and added it into the first BUT I wanted to do it because the answer I have covers them both and is also kind of sort of a little surprise announcement to everyone here: These exact things that you asked for are things that I'm tackling in my first ever multichapter BlitzStrike fanfic [currently outlined to be a MINIMUM of 15 chapters] that I'm calling: Lightning Strikes Twice <3 <3

Lightning Strikes Twice is actually a part [the main part] of what I'm calling "The LST Series" [The Lightning Strikes Twice Series]. It focuses on the headcanon you just described here where Striker was the one that gave Blitz those horseback riding lessons when Blitz ran off on Verosika to Wrath and maxxed out her credit cards. HOWEVER, due to usual Blitz relationship shenanigans, they end up breaking up after a few years together and kinda go their separate ways for a number of years--during which time Blitz does everything that he does in canon [adopting Loona, starting up I.M.P., stealing The Grimoire from Stolas] and basically takes things back full circle to the canon series of events. But--just when he least expects it--Blitz finds himself with an unexpected visitor crashing in on him in the middle of the night: none other than his ex, Striker. This leads to more shenanigans happening, now in conjunction with the canon timeline as it plays out, annnnnnd I feel like to describe this in any more detail would just be completely spoiling everything so I'll stop here hahahahaha!! :D

The only other things that I will note real quick are that: 1. Striker's reaction to Blitz getting hurt AND Striker's reaction to hearing RoboFizz say The Thing to Blitz are both in this fic and 2. There will be at least one prequel oneshot [titled "Riding Lessons"] that features the first meeting between Blitz and Striker in the Wrath Ring for those horse-riding lessons, and the possibility for sequels that can have a little bit more of a 'pick and choose' thing about them so that readers themselves can decide for themselves how they want the story to end individually. So far I can say I have one shorter multichapter fic planned as a sequal, and at least one or two oneshots that don't in any way HAVE to be read in conjunction with Lightning Strikes Twice, but they can still exist as an optional additional part of the canon if people want them to. <3 <3

I hope that answers your questions, Love!! And I hope that you'll give the fic a read as soon as it gets posted!! I have full outlines for 12 of the 15 chapters, and have most of the first chapter already written and ready to go. I'm planning to post the first chapter once I manage to get at least halfway through writing up chapter two, though ideally I'd like to get both of the first full two chapters written before I post anything officially--I'm just guessing that I'm going to run out of patience at some point. :D <3 <3

[vizowrites]

Hey, you. That BlitzStrike fic was freaking gorgeous and I applaud you for it.

.....So I'm highkey kind of fangirling right now because I just recognized your username from A03 and realized that you wrote one of my favorite BlitzStrike fics of all time so please excuse me as I take a minute here to compose myself. So um HEY YOU!! <3 <3

Thank you so so much for not only taking the time to read my fic but to also message me here and let me know that you liked it!! It really means a lot to me. If you happen to be interested in more BlitzStrike content from me, I have a handful of smaller drabbles posted here on @vizowrites and [currently] one whole fanfic posted on A03 [I'm just Vizo over there :)] called "That's One Hell of a Resume" that I'd love to hear your feedback on if you happen to have the time. If not, it's totally cool, and honestly I'm just really happy that you popped in to say hi because I was quite frankly too shy to do it first. :D

Thanks again for the read and the message!! Have a great day Love!! <3 <3 <3

[chaifootsteps]

Ok so,, I've been wanting to ask--and im not too sure on how familiar you with this--how do you think Blitz's ADHD affects his relationship with Striker?? Im sure you probably saw the one ask I sent to vizowrites that they posted on their story, but Im not too sure on how familiar you are with the headcannon/cannon (not too sure if its confirmed or not) about Blitz's ADHD. (Also I'm not too sure how familiar you are with ADHD itself, and if not that's alright!)

Anyways, we know Blitz has a hard time with rejection (such as when Loona yelled at him in the Spring Broken episode). We also know he is impulsive and lacks self control. Blitz also has obsessions/hyperfixations such as on horses (these are all ADHD traits). I can imagine Striker himself isn't too edcuated on the topic himself, but once he learns that Blitz has ADHD, he does a shit ton of research to learn more about it so he can better understand Blitz. But, ADHD is known to put a negative toll on one's relationship, whether it be bluntness, rejection sensitivity, strong emotional outbursts, etc.

So back to what I was saying before, how do you think Blitz's neurodivergency affects his relationship with Striker? (If needed you could always do a quick google search if you want to know more about ADHD, or you could even DM me cause I have it myself and know a lot about it)

Sorry that was a lot! I hope you don't mind me coming at you with this 😅

Hoo, boy, Blitz and ADHD...well, for starters, I can definitely buy the theory of him having it because it would explain a lot. Blitz seems like he's probably got a couple of things going on, none of them ever formally diagnosed except for maybe when he was a very little kid, but he’s not stupid, he knows how people react to him and he knows how people look at him.

Maybe I’m projecting a little here, but I think his choice to not put a name to any of his neurodivergencies is a deliberate one. Once you’re that person with X, that’s what you become forever. It’s how the world will label you. Blitz has enough trouble with labels he can’t help that he’ll never be able to escape as long as he lives. 

(And let’s face it, Blitz slings around the r-word. That says something right there.)

I also think Striker’s probably got at least one neurodivergency of his own -- in my little headcanon land he’s got PTSD -- and like Blitz, isn’t interested in thinking about it too deeply...their general approaches to life don’t exactly say “Hey, let’s find a sensible balance of therapy and medication to help deal with this.” I do think they probably look up each other’s issues as time goes on, try to understand each other a little bit better, to put a name to all of it.

But I think for the most part, they just...are what they are. Blitz can’t focus, can’t handle rejection, is impulsive, obsesses over things and people, and loads up on caffeine to make up for the dopamine he lacks function. That’s how he was when Striker met him and as far as either of them are concerned, it doesn’t matter which aspects of him are symptoms of something and which ones are just part of his personality. 

All that matters to him is that Striker stuck around.

[candycoloredwolf]

Legit stopped eating my dessert to read this and I DONT REGRET IT FOR A SECOND THIS WAS BEAUTIFUL AND DRAMATIC AND WONDERFUL IN EVERY WAY HOLY SHIT!!!

What if one day Stolas makes an unexpected appearance at IMP and he doesnt know yet of the relationship between Blitz and Striker and he starts getting all touchy and baby talking him and Blitz is clearly uncomfortable and Striker is just like "bitch no" and goes ferral on Stolas

.....The smile I just got on my face from reading this. You are the best and thank you so much for this Love!! :D

[I went ahead and put in the break here because I ended up more or less writing a full oneshot for this and I didn’t want to overwhelm anyone’s feeds with just how long this thing is!!  I’M SO SORRY IF THIS IS TOO MUCH!! ;-;  I really really hope you like it tho!!!!!  <3 <3 <3 <3 <3]

Here's the thing about life at I.M.P. lately: it just managed to get to a place that could kind of be called "normal".  Not “peaceful”--Satan no--there was absolutely no peace to be found in that office between Striker and Moxxie’s ongoing dick measuring contest [Striker was, in fact, bigger on all fronts as Blitz liked to point out regularly], Loona only ever being as helpful as she felt like at the time, and Blitz just being.....himself.  It wasn’t “peace”--it was chaos in its purest form.  

The strange thing was though, it was that very chaos that had become it's own kind of ‘normal’ for their team over the last few weeks.  No, not even “team” but......family.  It didn’t seem possible but that really was the most accurate way to describe what they were now.  Somehow, somewhere along the way, a former circus clown, two assassins, a Hellhound, and a hitman all managed to come together and form themselves into something that could actually be called a family.  And the even crazier thing was, even if they never acknowledged it out loud, they all knew it was true at the varying depths of their hearts. 

It had been a long time since Blitz had felt this sure that he was loved. 

“You alright there Darlin’?” 

Striker’s voice brought him back into the meeting room he only just then realized he was still sitting in--despite the fact that they’d wrapped things up about 5 minutes ago and everyone else except him and Striker had already filed out.  He knew that.  He totally knew that.  His ass just happened to want a few extra minutes of personal time with his chair was all.  

.....And yes, it was a lot easier for him to think about the bond between his ass and his chair than it was to think about the bond between himself and his new family.  Shut up, he wasn’t used to being this happy.

“Yeah, sorry, just thinking about more shit,” Blitz replied with a small grin, the curve on his lips only growing when Striker reached into his pocket and flicked a coin to him with a playful smirk.  

He still had no idea why this was the inside joke they’d chosen to keep running with for this long, but he nonetheless felt the warmth bubble up in his chest the second the the coin landed in his hands.  It always took him back to the very first one that Striker had ever slipped to him on one of their first nights together when they were just hanging out on the couch and Blitz’s mind has drifted off to.....whatever the fuck it had gone to. Striker, being the smooth motherfucker he is, had drawn his attention back to their living room by simply pressing a coin to his palm.  “I know your thoughts ain’t this cheap,” he’d said, that sexy deep voice of his murmuring right into Blitz’s ear and making him instantly purr.  “But maybe you can take this as a down payment til I get my check from Joe and Lin next week.”  

Clever bastard had charmed him with good old fashioned capitalism--and it was still working for him even now.  Damn him.

“Just thinking about how fucking comfortable these chairs are in here,” Blitz said, pocketing the coin and giving a small stretch as he reclined back as far as the chair would let him--and then tested his luck by leaning back a fraction farther. “That and thinking about whether or not I want to fuck in here on our lunch break, or take things back to the office.”  He flashed a truly impish grin at that last bit, his tail flicking into a tantilizing arch.  “Still can’t quite decide yet.”  

Striker barked out a laugh in reply, not entirely sure that Blitz was telling the truth for what had distracted him so much but honestly was amused enough by the answer he got to go along with it for now.  He circled around the table to move behind Blitz’s chair, gazing down at his partner with a quirked eyebrow and [affectionate] smirk.  “You sure you’re feelin’ up to a full lunch break fuck?  You seem like you’re still stretchin’ out your back after the one we had just before the meetin’.”  

Striker’s tail flicked around from behind him to lightly poke at Blitz’s, the tip giving a playful rattle that no one other than his mate ever got to hear.  

“My back’s just been stupid lately--you know that,” Blitz replied with an equally playful tongue-flick, his tail coiling around Striker’s and giving a soft tug.  “I still think you threw it out fucking me into the desk yesterday.”  

“It’s been givin’ you trouble since before that,” Striker pointed out with a gentle tug in return to Blitz’s tail, even as the brief flare of the particularly unhappy thought of the time frame for Blitz’s back troubles--a few weeks prior, at the end of the month--sparked in his mind.  He wasn’t going to say it, he wasn’t going to even let himself think it more than he already had.  There was no room for disgusting rich pompous Goetias between them here in their own fucking office.  “You want me to try and rub it out for ya again?”

“Nah, I’m fine,” Blitz insisted as he always did, reaching up to lightly brush back a stray strand of Striker’s hair that had managed to escape from beneath his hat when the snake imp had tilted his head to look down at him in the chair. “My back’ll figure out it’s life eventually.  But if you’re still looking for something to rub--” The grin spread across Striker’s face even before Blitz’s, gazing into each other’s eyes with the same wild passion.  “--I can think of something else that I wouldn’t say no to.”  

“That so?” The amusement that danced across Striker’s eyes was truly hypnotizing, making Blitz utterly incapable of looking anywhere else.

“I mean, if the offer still stands, of course,” Blitz said with the faintest undertone of a purr, his eyes shining as bright as a flame.  

“You sure it’s that offer you’re really wantin’ ta be standin’ right now?”  Striker asked as the corner of his lips tugged upwards, gently shifting Blitz’s chair back upright and slowly turning it around so that he was facing Blitz properly.  He wanted to look his mate in the eye when he said whatever it was that he was going to say in response to that.

“Well I know that I’m perfectly comfortable right where I’m at,” Blitz begain with a grin, his crimson eyes glinting as they shamelessly raked up and down Strker’s body appreciatively.  “So if you’re volunteering, I’m not about to fucking stop you.  Though I suppose I could at least be nice enough to take this to the chair that we can both kinda almost fit in together.  Let’s go to the off--oh fuck!”  

Blitz had thought he was about to be cute by being the first one to “stand” in the form of finally detaching his ass from the chair, but that soon proved to be much easier to do in theory than in practice as the ache in his lower back flared and he found himself tilting forward right into Striker’s arms.  Whatever playfulness and passion had been in the serpentine imp’s eyes instantly flicked into pure worry as his hands quickly caught and steadied his mate, giving him a minute to settle into the stability before very carefully helping to ease him the rest of the way up.  

“I think we might need to bump the “lunch break fuck” down ta more of a “maybe after work fuck”--if we’re both feelin’ like it,” Striker said a bit grimly, still keeping a steadying hand under Blitz’s arm even though the smaller imp had already straightened himself back up as if nothing had even happened.  “An’ either way, I think you oughta try to take it on the easier side for the rest of today.  If new clients call or come in or whatever--fine.  Go ahead an’ work ‘em into the schedule for next week.  But maybe let me n’ Millie take care of the job we have lined up for this afternoon.....and Moxxie, I guess, if he can actually learn how to be useful for once."

“The FUCK did you just say?” Moxxie’s sudden sharp voice cutting in caused both Bltiz and Striker’s heads to turn, finding him standing there in the doorway looking appropriately offended.  “I’ll have you know that I’m always useful!” He said as he strode back into the room, marching right up to Striker with what Blitz referred to as his “bitch fest face” on.  “Annnnnnd unlike SOME people in this room, I don’t need to be constantly reminded of it in order to get off to my own ego!!”

Striker’s eyebrow raised a fraction, the corners of his mouth tugging into the kind of slow grin that even to this day had Moxxie taking a slight step backwards when he saw it.  “You sayin’ my ego is bigger than yours, little dude?”

“To be fair, your everything is bigger than his,” Blitz said with a light flick of his tail, smirking as he leaned up to press a kiss to Striker’s cheek--and subtly shifted his arm out of Striker’s hold with that quick reassurance that he really was fine now.  “Anyway, if anyone needs me, I’m gonna be in my office for a bit.  And if anyone wants to run out and pick up some food for lunch, just bring me back something spicy!!”

“Again?” Moxxie asked as he and Striker followed Blitz out of the room and back into their main reception area.  “Sir can’t we please have something else today?  We’ve had spicy for the last two weeks!” 

“Miiiiiiillie, do you want to go spicy for lunch today?” Blitz asked sweetly as he looked over at her, batting his eyelashes in a way that was stupidly adorable.  

“Hell yes!!” Millie said with all of her natural exhuberence from where she’d been sitting on the couch sharpening her favorite two-handed axe, her eyes lighting up as much as her boss’s at the promise of food that was basically fire.  “You know I’m always up for spice, Blitz!”  

“Great!  Then spicy it is,” Blitz declared happily, looking over at Moxxie’s defeated face with a look of triumph on his own.  “Soooooooo if you guys wanna run out and grab that real quick, that would be awesome.  Loonie honey, you can go too if you want to--I can stay here and handle the phones while you’re off on your break.”  

“Sweet.”  Loona didn’t look up from her phone once as she said this, but nonetheless got up to go with as soon as Moxxie and Millie had grabbed the keys to the van and prepared to leave.  She’d learned the hard way not to stick around the office for lunch breaks when it was otherwise just going to be Blitz and Striker there.  “Try not to burn the place down while I’m gone!”  

“Should be a lot easier to do when Moxxie’s not here shooting my fucking eels!”

“Oh for fuck’s sake it was ONE TIME Blitz--!!” Whatever else Moxxie might’ve had to say in his defense was cut off as Millie and Loona dragged him out into the hall with them and shut the door behind them--leaving Striker and Blitz alone.

“Y’know that you could’ve gone with them too if you wanted,” Blitz offered in a quieter voice, letting a bit more reassurance slip back in now that it was just the two of them again.  “Like I said before, I’m fine--a little sore or whatever but it’s not like it’s bad.”  He shifted his arms up to drape over Striker’s shoulders, stretching out his back a little in the process as if to prove a point.  “See?  I bet we could still pencil in that lunch break fuck if you wanted to.”  

“Mmhmm.”  Striker didn’t look the slightest bit convinced, but he had to admit that it was harder to stick to his guns than he liked it to be when Blitz’s face was so close to his own like this.  

.....But he still fucking knew better.  

“The thing is, though, you already promised Loona that you’d man the phones for her while she’s out gettin’ lunch,” Striker murmured as his hands slid along Blitz’s hips and around his waist, his right palm pressing into the small of Blitz’s back and massaging gently at the tight muscle he felt there.  “And I still got a couple o’things I need to do to prepare for our afternoon job.  So why don’t you go make yourself comfortable in your office for a bit, and actually take the break to relax for once.”    

“.....In my defense, fucking on our lunch breaks IS relaxing.”

“Blitz.”

“Alright, alright.....fiiiiiiiiiiine,” Blitz gave in with a small roll of his eyes, nonetheless lifting himself up onto his toes to sneak a quick kiss to Striker’s lips.  “But for the record, I don’t need my back to suck your dick.  Just saying!!”

Striker’s hand shifted from Blitz’s lower back to swat lightly at his ass as he turned to walk himself to his office, earning a slight jump and a loud “HA!” from the smaller imp that had Striker both shaking his head and smiling from ear to ear all at the same time.  Fuck’s sake, he loved his mate so much.

It was one of the times--times that Striker noticed had been happening more and more frequently lately--where the word “mate” had been dangerously, longingly, nearly overtaken by the word “husband” in his mind.

One day. Soon.

Straightening the brim of his hat and adjusting it more securely on his head, Striker let that ever-present thought drift back to its usual place on the sidelines as today’s job shifted to the forefront.  If it was just going to be him, Millie, and Moxxie for this one, then he needed to be the one taking over the planning for how things were gonna go because fuck letting Moxxie have the second-in-command leadership role.  He was going to be lucky if his role didn’t turn out to be being bait.

Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, Striker chose to do something a touch more productive and made his way over to Loona’s desk to grab the file they had on their afternoon target, wanting to give it a good read-through before he started finalizing too many details.  Normally he would’ve joined Blitz in his office for this, but he knew damn well that if he did, the last thing Blitz was going to do was sit still and take a break.  Instead, he decided to make himself comfortable right there at the reception desk--figuring that Loona wouldn’t give two shits about him being in her chair while she was out anyway--and if by some miracle Blitz managed to take enough of a break that he ended up dozing off at his desk, then Striker wanted to have the quick and easy access to the phone.  

He knew better, but he could hope.

It wasn’t too long before Moxxie, Millie, and Loona came back with several bags of take-out and a to-go tray of drinks from one of the local coffee shops that happened to be Blitz’s favorite.  Moxxie had the fifth drink--his own--already in hand, and seemed to be midway through complaining that not only did they put “Foxxie” on the cup again, but they also only gave him two pumps of vanilla instead of three.  “--is it really so hard to count to three??  I mean, seriously!”

“Oh hey look, we’re back,” Loona said flatly and loudly as she dropped her portion of the bags unceremoniously on the coffee table before setting down the drink tray a fraction more gently.  “So you can definitely start getting out food to shove in your face instead of bitching about your coffee for another 20 minutes.”  

She looked up when she caught sight of Striker strolling over out of the corner of her eye, a hint of a smile flashing across her face before it disappeared into her box of ‘things she can’t just show her parents to let them know she likes them’.  Instead she reached down to carefully pry his usual coffee order out from the tray, offering it to him with a wary, “So.....Blitz has his clothes back on now, right?”  

“Never took ‘em off I don’t think,” Striker replied, tilting his head in a nod towards the closed office door.  “I told him ta take the break to relax for once.  Not that he knows how, but, y’know.  Figured it was worth the shot.”  

“I hope he at least got a nap in or somethin’,” Millie said as she started to unpack all of their to-go boxes, popping them open to see who’s was who’s and arranging them into their respective groups on the table.  “He’s seemed a little off lately--is that just me?  Almost like he’s tired.  Has he been going on his 2am coffee binges again or...?”  There was a genuine touch of concern in her eyes as she slid Striker’s food over to his side of the table.  

A small frown crossed the snake imp’s face in response.  “He--”

Yet before Striker could finish that thought, the “or” itself strode in through the main entrance of I.M.P. with a flourish: 

Stolas.  

“Hello.....tiny other imps,” he greeted with as much enthusiasm and a wave as he could bring himself to care to muster, his gaze entirely missing the looks of surprise, confusion, and outright fury in Milile’s, Moxxie’s, and Striker’s eyes as he instead paused to smile pleasantly to Loona.  “And my darling Blitzy’s little hellhound, hello dear.  How are you?”  

“Hungry,” came the automatic, unimpressed response as Loona’s eyes narrowed slightly, resisting the urge to growl at him.  She read this fucker’s spellbook.  She knew just what he was capable of doing to them if he really wanted to.  “It’s our lunch break so--”

“Oh how delightful!” Stolas interrupted gleefully, his eyes lighting up as his hands clapped together.  “Then I came at just the right time--”

“Maybe ya didn’t hear her, seein’ as how ya didn’t let her finish talkin’,” Striker fought tooth and nail to keep his voice at a civilized tone, even if he couldn’t keep his tail from rattling fiercely in agitation.  “But we’re about ta sit down for lunch.  If there’s somethin’ ya need taken care of business wise, ya can come back later when the office is open again.”  

“Oh I’m not here for business with you,” Stolas assured with a dismissive wave, chuckling softly as if the idea itself was preposterous.  “No no, I’m here for--Blitzy!! There you are darling!”

Five pairs of eyes instantly flashed to the office door just in time to see Blitz stop just outside of it, his own eyes perplexedly scanning the scene before him before they inevitably landed back on Stolas.  

The look that came over his face had Striker’s claws digging into the palms of his hands hard enough to draw blood.

“Stolas, I.....what are you doing here?” Blitz heard himself asking, taking an unconscious half step back into the doorway as the Goetian Prince easily wove his way around the others to stride right up to him.  “I told you, we have a job to do today--”

“Ohhhhhhh I know you what said over the phone,” Stolas cooed with his mocking affection as he reached up to roughly pinch at Blitz’s cheek.  “Which is why I thought I might be able to pursuade you more effectively if I came in person.”  He traced his finger along the side of Blitz’s jaw, choosing to interpret the shiver Blitz gave in response as one of pleasure.  “Doesn’t that sound more fun to you, my little plaything?”  

Blitz caught sight of the sudden blurr of movement behind Stolas, and his eyes widened when he realized the figure moving towards them was Striker.  Panicking, and not wanting Stolas to have the chance to realize what was happening here, he quickly caught the front of the Prince’s cloak and tugged, hissing out in a less than romantic tone, “Let’s take this into my office, Stolas.”  

He ignored the fact that those words had Stolas blushing like a schoolgirl and moaning wantonly with an, “Oh Blitzy yes!”

Before the owl prince got the chance to say anything more degrading, however, the door to the inner office slammed shut with the two of them disappearing behind it--leaving Striker, Loona, Moxxie, and Millie cut off from them on the other side.  

Not a single one of them looked happy about this.  

“Should we um...I mean...his food’s gonna get cold,” Millie finished lamely, her voice just loud enough to break the silence.  She looked down at the box of still lightly-steaming onion rings in her hands--the surprise splurge she had ordered just to share with Blitz.  

“Here,” Moxxie offered, reaching out to take the containers from his wife.  “I’ll put them in the microwave for him until he’s--”

“No.” 

Striker’s voice cut through Moxxie’s with the deadly sharpness of his favorite hunting knife, still standing there in the middle of the room and still facing Blitz’s closed office door.  He didn’t speak again, and the others weren’t able to see the expression on his face with his back turned towards them as it was.  Loona’s nose, however, twitched as it finally registered the metallic scent in the air, and her eyes instantly snapped down to the source and widened as she watched the slight trickle of red seep out from between her step-dad’s tightly clenched fingers.  She took a small step towards him, worry flashing sharp in her gaze, but before she was able to reach him, he was suddenly moving away from her and towards the door.  

Blitz’s door.

“What are you going to do?”  She heard the words coming out of her mouth before she could even think if she should be asking them or not.  

Striker paused as his hand came to rest on the doorknob, entirely heedless to the thin smearing of blood between his palm and the metal.  He again didn’t speak--at least, not right away--and for a minute, Loona almost wondered if he was listening, trying to hear what was happening on the other side of the door.  

And then, he finally spoke: 

“I’m gonna tell that disgusting rich pompous Goetia to get his fucking hands off of your dad, our boss, and my partner.”

He let himself into the office--the very first time he’d done so without stopping to knock first.  

~*~

Blitz hadn’t actually thought he possessed any kind of self control up until now, but it was the only explanation he could think of for how he was keeping himself from screaming.  

Stolas. Was. Not. Listening. To. Him.  

Not that he ever listened, but fucking hell this was ridiculous.

“Why are you here?” he demanded, not even trying to hide the exasperation in his voice.  “I told you the first time you called that we had clients lined up all day today--I fucking told you that I was busy and that if you really needed a quickie, to go and get your fucking butler to jack you off or something!  It’s not the full moon Stolas.  Why are you here??”

“Oh come now, Blitzy, you know that I would never let something as silly as all that stop me from coming to see my favorite imp,” Stolas trilled sweetly, his crimson eyes glowing even in the low office light as he reached out to pet along Blitz’s curved horns.  “As if I need an excuse--you truly are just too cute sometimes.  Besides, I think we can both agree that our little rendezvous a couple weeks ago didn’t exactly end up being nearly as pleasurable as we both would have liked.  But never you fear, darling, I completely forgive you for it.”

“Forgive ME?  You broke my fucking h--!!”

“Now now,” Stolas’s fingers shifted from their tender caressing to pressing none-too-gently against his lips to silence him, a vibrant glint shimmering through his eyes as he smiled pleasantly.  “Let’s not go down that path again, shall we my little imp?  Besides, now that I’m here in person, you can finally make it up to me properly.  I even brought a special present for you--something you forgot to grab on your way out.  Honestly, you really must learn to pay more attention to your surroundings, silly thing.”  

Yet before Stolas could produce said “special present”, the door to the office swung open and Striker strode into the room.  

Blitz felt his heart stop in his chest.

“Striker--”

“Now really,” Stolas cut him off with a huff, crossing his arms as his eyes narrowed in annoyance.  “Is this how you allow your employees to behave all the time, Blitzy?  I thought for sure you would have found a way to manage them better.”  

“He is not the problem here,” Striker’s voice, though low, still managed to sound out loud and clear over the intense rattling of his tail as he blazed across the room on a war path to Stolas.  “He can fuckin’ manage us however he fuckin’ wants because he’s our fuckin’ boss.  He has the right to tell you to get the fuck out because this is his fuckin’ office and you ain’t fuckin’ welcome here.  And if you don’t keep your fucking hands off of him, I’m gonna tear them off with my bare fuckin’ teeth and shove them so far up your ass that you’re gonna be able ta fuck yourself from now on without needin’ anyone else ta do it for ya!!”

The room went still for a solid beat of silence as Blitz stared.  

Striker now stood mere inches from Stolas’s face, his eyes burning with an acidic hatred as he kept one hand extended in front of Blitz protectively, and let the other hand linger dangerously over the pistol holstered at his hip.  Stolas, for his part, stood there motionless with his owl eyes huge in shock.  He seemed to be having trouble comprehending what was happening here, though which specific part was tripping him up--if it was being threatened by an imp or if it was realizing that his Blitzy might not be as much “his” as he first thought--was impossible to say.  Blitz couldn’t have even tried to take a guess what was going through his mind just then.  He could barely process what was going through his own.  His heart was racing too fast for his brain to keep up.  

He didn’t even notice the moment that Stolas’s stunned gaze shifted from Striker to himself, or the change that shifted in the prince’s eyes that caused Striker’s to narrow further.  

“Now for the last fuckin’ time,” the cowboy said, his voice lowering into an openly threatening hiss as he shifted himself to now stand fully in front of Blitz, shielding him from Stolas.  “We’re on our lunch break.  The office is closed.  Get the fuck out.”  

Blitz only then managed to tear his gaze away from his mate to instead look at Stolas--and found his face as hard and cold as stone.  It was an expression that Blitz had never seen on the owl’s face before, and seeing it now sent a chill down his spine that was hard enough to make him shiver.  He didn’t know exactly what it meant.....but he knew that whatever it was wasn’t good.  

Yet the Prince, of all things, took a slight step back.  

“Very well.”  Stolas’s face remained as neutral as his eerily calm voice, his gaze slowly--deliberately--dragging itself away from Blitz to instead properly face Striker once more.  “I see that there may have been a slight misjudgement on my part for your boss’s availability today.  I will be sure to contact your office at a more appropriate time to schedule a formal appointment--”  His vivid crimson eyes flicked back to Blitz’s, as his usual pleasant smile spread slowly across his face once more.  “--where it can be just the two of us.” 

“Get. Out.”  Striker’s tail thrashed once behind him, the sound its rattling filling the room.

“And you,” Stolas said, his gaze flashing back to Striker with a near break-neck speed, flashing in a surge of barely contained power that still seemed to simmer just beneath the surface.  “While I admire that terribly forceful nature of yours, I highly suggest that you remember just to whom you are speaking.  And just to whom you owe your continued opportunities that keep your schedules oh so busy.  Which reminds me, darling Blitzy....bring the book with you to our next meeting.”

Yet instead of exiting the way he had come--through the office door--he simply opened up a bright purple portal right there in the middle of the office and stepped through it, disappearing into a room that Striker guessed [and Blitz knew] was his private study.  

The two of them were left alone in Blitz’s office just like they’d been so many times before--and yet had never been before quite like this.

Blitz let out a shaky breath that he hadn’t even realized he’d been holding.

“Striker,” he called softly when he realized that his mate was still planted in that firmly defensive stance, reaching out to catch his hand--and jumping when he felt a sticky substance coating his palm.  “Striker what the fuck!  Holy shit, are you bleeding??”

“What?”  Striker had completely forgotten about his hands over the course of their exchange with Stolas, at least up until the point he felt himself being dragged back out of the office and forcibly sat down with the others still sitting silently at the table.  “It ain’t bad, Blitz--an’ I don’t even think it’s bleedin’ anymore.”

His mate, of course, ignored him in favor of digging through the drawers for a first aid kit, muttering something about stupid sexy boyfriends who were complete fucking dumbasses under his breath, and Striker resigned himself to just sitting there waiting until he inevitably found what he was looking for.  

What he hadn’t been expecting, however, was the sudden feeling of another hand taking his and turning it so that it was palm up, and turning back to see Moxxie of all people squinting over it.  

What the fuck even was today.  

“It doesn’t look bad,” he reported after a minute, his nose wrinkling a little as he took in each of the claw-shaped indents.  “Definitely not as much damage as you could’ve done to yourself.  I--unfortunately--think you’ll live.” 

And yet there was something in Moxxie’s voice and the look he gave Striker as he released his hand that suggested that, maybe for the first time, it wasn’t such an unfortunate thing after all.  It even got a giggle from Millie and a small smile from Loona and.....it was just then that Striker realized they were all looking at him with similar looks on their faces.  Almost as if they were happy he was still there in one piece.

What the fuck. 

“Found it!!” Blitz triumphantly held up the very battered first aid kit and brought it back to the table, carefully cleaning off Striker’s hands and treating them before bandaging them up.  When he was done, he paused, hesitating as a touch of pink rose up in his cheeks, before he seemed to decide ‘fuck it’ and pressed a soft kiss to the center of his palms before putting everything away.  “There.  Now let’s finally fucking eat already.  I’m starving.”

“I got everything all reheated and ready to go!” Millie grinned as she returned from the microwave with the last of the to go boxes, setting it down in front of Blitz with a mischevous glee in her eyes.  “Look Blitz--I got us onion rings!!”  

Blitz’s eyes widened into hearts as he gave a surprised squeak of pure happiness, looking up at Millie as if in awe of her excellence.  “Okay Moxx, I hate to break it to you, but you officially have your title of Employee of the Month in danger of going to your wife instead.  You’re gonna have to do something really fucking fantastic to get it back at this point.  Like really fucking fantastic.”

He went to reach for one--only to stop and blink in surprise when he noticed that Striker had already taken one from the box.  

“Hey,” Striker said, lighty nudging the side of Bltiz’s arm as he offered him, of all things, the onion ring.  “.....You wanna get hitched?”  

It took Blitz a solid minute to process just what Striker was doing--even with the simultaneous round of dropped jaws and wide stares and Moxxie choking on the first bite of his sandwich--before realization finally dawned and Blitz just found himself helplessly laughing like a maniac.  

“Yes,” he said, accepting the onion ring with the most reckless grin on his face.  “Yes I fucking do.”

[candycoloredwolf]

This nearly made me cry at 7am oh my God this is PERFECTION!!!! Sit back and suffer Moxxue, these two love birds are confessing their feelings and you're gonna put up with it!!

okay but like imagine Truth Seekers but with Blitz and Striker, or (even better) Blitz, Striker, AND Moxxie. i feel like it would just be a continuous thing of Striker and Blitz just ganging up on Moxxie every chance they get and being just super over the top lovey dovey with each other and Moxxie just being 100% done with the both of them 😂

Blitz and Stiker: *talking about how much they love each other while making heart eyes*

Moxxie: Can you 2 SHUT THE FUCK UP FOR 5 SECONDS??

Blitz and Striker: (ง'̀-'́)ง *angry imp noises*

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! Can you just imagine tho :D

Blitz, Striker, and Moxxie all tied up back-to-back-to-back in a triangle of chairs, deep within D.H.O.R.K.S. headquarters, having no idea what the fuck these crazy bitches are going to try next, when suddenly that vivid green gas starts to slowly seep into the room.

"The fuck is this?" Blitz demanded as he shifted in his chair, feeling the ropes that were keeping him from getting too far start to dig uncomfortably into his arms. "Are these fuckers actually trying to poison us?!"

"I don't think so, Sir--" Moxxie, though he had lifted his feet from the floor as soon as the gas started spreading across it, didn't quite enter into full on panic mode just yet as he gave the air a small experimental sniff. "They said that they wanted to know what we are and where we're from, right? I don't think they would hold us hostage for hours like this just to decide to just kill us without getting their answers first."

"Yeah well they might not be above tryin' out that whole "physical torture" shit you were runnin' your mouth off about earlier, too," Striker pointed out with a small snarl as he dipped his head to try and catch his bandana on his snout, wanting to tug it up and over his nose and mouth as much as possible. As he did, his tail fought to wriggle free enough from its bonds to seek out Blitz's, casting a sideways glance his way that was equally desperately searching. "Try not ta breathe this shit in, Darlin'."

"It's a bit late for--fuck a dick--f-for that," Blitz coughed out, turing his face to the side as his tail struggled to free itself when it felt the tip of Striker’s brush against it.  Letting out a small growl of frustration at not being able to, he instead muttered with a small whine, “ Fucking hell, I wish I was fucking your dick right now instead--WHAT THE FUCK?!”  

Both Striker and Moxxie’s heads snapped around to stare at Blitz as best they could from their awkward angles, their eyes equally wide but with the second pair looking far more horrified than the first.

“WHAT did you just say, Sir?!” Moxxie demanded as Striker continued to stare at him in silence.  “Did you just actually just say that you--WHAT THE FUCK SIR?!?”

“I don’t know!” Blitz snapped back at him, yet found himself unable to help looking anywhere else but at Striker as he tried to explain.  “I mean, it’s absolutely fucking true, but I didn’t mean to actually say it!!  There’s a ton of other shit I’d rather be doing with you instead now too and--what the fuck is happening?!”  

“Sir, can you please just.....stop.....talking!” Moxxie tried to resist the urge to shudder, wishing he had a way to somehow erase that new knowledge from his brain forever.  “I think it must be something in this gas--maybe it’s a kind of truth telling serum or somethi--!” 

“What else?”

“What?” Both Blitz and Moxxie had their full attention on Striker now--though he, likewise, seemed to be unable to look anywhere else but at Blitz.  

“You said that there was a ton o’ other stuff ya’d rather be doin’ with me right now,” Striker said, his tail once more flicking in what limited range of motion it had to brush back against Blitz’s tail.  “.....What else would you wanna be doin’ with me instead right now, Darlin’?” 

Before Moxxie got the chance to even try to protest with his outraged ‘Did you hear a word I just FUCKING said??’, Blitz beat him to speaking with the automatic answer of, “I wanna be back at home with you.  I wanna be in our small shitty ass apartment, curled up on the fucking couch together, watching Spirit for the 50,000th time and feeding each other half-burnt popcorn because I always get distracted thinking about how much I love you and let it go in the microwave for too long.  I want to be able to fucking touch you.  To kiss you.  I want you to hold me in your arms so that I can know that I’m safe and--fuck why did I just say that??”

“You feel safe when yer in my arms?” Striker cut quickly, his voice uncharacteristically soft with an open surprise and awe.  The hand that was nearest to Blitz started trying to twist free of the ropes, wanting to free itself enough to reach out for him.  Somewhere in the back of his mind he was aware of Moxxie groaning out an exasperated, ‘Why the fuuuuuuck are you still talking??’ but he was honestly even easier than normal to ignore.

“Being in your arms is the only time I feel safe,” Blitz answered with equal, helpless openness, his tail wiggling just enough to be able to twine together with Striker’s in lieu of being able to hold his hand.  “That’s--fuck I don’t know why I’m even saying this but--I’ve never felt safe in someone else’s arms like this before.  It used to scare the shit out of me because I’d always start to think: What happens when he realizes that I’m not enough?  What happens when he figures out that he can do better than me?”  The sharp vibration of a rattle against his tail startled him momentarily, but he still nonetheless finished--even though he turned his head away and looked down--with a very small, “.....What happens when I realize that you can do better than me?”

“That’s not gonna happen, Blitz--cause it ain’t fuckin’ true,” Striker said firmly, his tail abandoning it’s rattling in favor of gently tugging at Blitz’s tail to try to get him to look back up at him.  “Hey.....look at me, Darlin’.”  He waited until Blitz did before he continued.  “I know I don’t say it much an’ I know I need ta get better ‘bout that, but.....Honey when I look at you, I get too overwhelmed just with what I’m feelin’.  There ain’t nothin’ in the world that makes me happy more than seein’ you happy.  Even at the times when I’m too pissed off ta even want t’feel happy, just havin’ you there makes it seem like there’s suddenly a reason ta be.  I could look at your damn smile for hours and still wanna do or say whatever I can ta keep it stickin’ around for even longer.  I just--don’t you get it, Blitz?  No one has ever got me feelin’ this way before.  An’ no one else ever could.  So trust me when I say that there ain’t anyone out there that’s better for me than you, Darlin’.  You’re everything ta me.”  

Blitz had to turn his face away from Striker just to try to keep him from seeing the tears that had welled up enough to start running down his face, giving a very soft sniffle that--of all things--did end with the tiniest bit of a laugh.  

He was smiling.

“I love you,” he said helplessly--honestly--as the tip of his tail curled around Striker’s in as much of a hug as he could give him right then.  “I love you so, so much Striker.”  

“I love you too, Darlin’“ Striker smiled back, his own tail tenderly caressing back against Blitz’s own.  

“Oh for FUCK’S SAKE!!” Moxxie, finally unable to take it anymore, just threw his head back against the chair.  “Can we please get the fuck out of here now?!”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP WE ARE HAVING A MOMENT HERE MOXXIE!!” Both Blitz and Striker turned to shout at him viciously--before going right back to gazing into each other’s eyes and purring as their tails tangled together.  

“I love you, Blitz.” 

“I love you too, Cowboy.” 

“I hate.....everything about this place,” Moxxie said as he flopped back into his chair and accepted his fate.