Fandom: helluva boss

Rating: T for swearing

Pairings: BlitzoxStriker

Notes: Blitz and Striker might be a little OOC in some fics.

These are a series of one shots about Striker and Blitz raising their new baby.

No Mpreg was involved in these fics.

What do you think?

 Blitz and Striker sat on the couch in the apartment casually watching TV while munching on some takeout food. Blitz was sitting cross legged on the couch while Striker sat with his legs stretched out on the table the duo had about a week of no jobs leaving them plenty of time together. Blitz shoveled another mouthful of food into his face, looking over at Striker briefly a question remerged in Blitz’s brain that had been marinating there for a while now causing Blitz to throw a downcast look at his takeout container.

“Hmm, somethin’ wrong darlin’?” Striker asked arching an eyebrow upon noticing his mate’s look.

“Uh…well…not wrong really…” Blitz trailed off

“Then what?” Striker persisted

“I-I have a question…and I’m not sure how you’ll feel about…what I want to ask,” Blitz stammered a little as he started rubbing the back of his neck, a habit Striker was used to seeing when Blitz was nervous.

“Ya know Ya can ask me anthin’ sugar,” Striker assured Blitz

“I know…alright…how would you feel about adopting a kid?” Blitz nervously asked, tone lowering as he actually spat out the question. Striker’s eyebrows shot up as his eyes widened, completely taken aback by the unexpected question.

“Ya want another kid?” Striker retorted

“Don’t get it twisted, I love Loony but…I always felt a little…disappointed that I missed out on her younger years,” Blitz admitted keeping his gaze firmly averted from Strikers.

“Blitz…I don’t know about this…I don’t think I’d be much of a dad,” Striker stated taking his turn to avert his gaze to the ground.

“Really? I think you’d make a great dad,” Blitz reassured Striker with a smile finally turning to look at his mate.

Striker went extremely quiet for a long while, staring at the floor with a solemn look on his face as he contemplated what Blitz was suggesting. Striker knew Blitz’s desire for a family after all it’s why he really started IMP to begin with and if Striker was being perfectly honest, he always wondered what it would be like to be a dad, but…he feared doing something wrong after all he’d never raised a child. A gentle hand cupping his cheek pulled Striker from his thoughts as Blitz crawled onto his lap, straddling the pale imp’s hips as the city imp wore a warm yet slightly concerned smile on his face.

“Are you okay? I didn’t realize this question would break you,” Blitz chuckled as Striker placed his hands on Blitz’s hips.

“Nah, that’s not it. Ya do realize Yer askin’ a lot of me, right?” Striker pointed out with a heavy sigh

“I know…but why do you think you’d be such a terrible dad?” Blitz asked

“Blitz, I’m not exactly a gentle guy. I’m set in my ways and I’m gruff…it’s not exactly the personality one wants around children,” Striker explained

“I don’t think you give yourself enough credit…when we’re together your plenty gentle and you care about me.” Blitz pointed out as he started lovingly kissing along Striker’s jaw down his neck.

“Hmm, Ya have more faith in me then I do,” Striker retorted, tilting his head to allow Blitz better access to his neck.

“Kind of my job as your mate,” Blitz chuckled continuing to kiss to Striker’s nape where he paused at the mating mark he’d placed there.

“Humph, Ya do realize raisin’ a kid is a big task. It’s not like raisin’ a teenager like Loona,” Striker pointed out.

“I know that…I think we can do it though,” Blitz confidently declared leaning back slightly to smile wide. Striker released a deep sigh of defeat then gave a little crooked smile to Blitz.

“Alright, darlin’, but no babies,” Striker insisted

“Nah, not really looking to raise a baby,” Blitz agreed then leaned in for a loving kiss with his mate.

 The Adoption

 Blitz was starting to drive Striker insane with this adoption thing thus when a job came up, he was grateful to leave for a week or two. Striker still had his reserves about the whole thing which weren’t helping either but regardless tomorrow he’d be headed back to his giddy mate for another round of appointments to go see kids Blitz had lined up. Laying on top of the blankets on the crappy wire motel room bed with one arm behind his head Striker texted Blitz letting him know he’d be on the way early tomorrow morning. Blitz responded rather quickly with a smile emoji that made Striker roll his eyes but also elicited a grin, another text showed up asking what they should have for dinner. Striker was about to respond when he heard a thud come from the room next door, his immediate conclusion was a couple getting it on especially in a shitty place like this but when a woman screamed Striker was immediately put on edge. Texting Blitz quickly Striker told his mate he’d be right back then placed his phone on the bed as he stood up, grabbing his pistol from the bedside table. A door slammed followed by the sound of quick foot falls heading away from Striker’s room, glancing out the smudged window through the broken blinds Striker noted 3 figures currently high tailing it down the stairs at the end of the balcony of the floor his along with several other rooms were situated on.

Striker left his room cautiously, instantly seeing the room they must have come from as the door of the room right next door to his was slightly ajar. Carefully Striker nudged the door open revealing a bloody sight, on the floor was an imp woman who’d been bludgeoned to death. Blood coated the motel room from floor to ceiling, Striker holstered his pistol although he felt sorry for this woman in the end it wasn’t his concern nor was there anything he could do now thus he turned to leave when another noise caught his attention. A small, muffled cry rang out in the quiet of the night, Striker turned back into the motel room glancing around trying to pinpoint where the cry was coming from…the kitchen. Striker headed into the small dingy kitchen realizing the cry was coming from a cabinet, opening the door his eyes went wide and he was taken aback. Laying bundled in a blanket stained with blood was a baby imp, not just any baby imp though…this little one looked like Striker. The imp was pale in complexion exactly like Striker, a serpent imp except instead of yellow eyes it had giant crimson eyes…they cried with their little hands reaching out seeking comfort, gently Striker reached down and scooped up the little one into his arms, cradling it against his chest as he glanced once more at the mother’s body.

Striker knew the baby wouldn’t survive if he left it and handing it over to anyone in this area was a bad idea in general, so he took the baby back to his room. Striker placed the child on his bed then checked his hell phone realizing there was about six text messages from Blitz wondering what was happening, Striker responded telling Blitz it was fine but that he had a surprise for when he got home tomorrow. Not bothering to see Blitz’s response Striker turned his attention to the baby currently cooing softly on his bed, checking the little one for wounds luckily finding none before cleaning…him up.

 …

 The next day…

Striker arrived home in the afternoon dropping his duffle on the floor next to the door, toeing off his boots then closing said door when Blitz came out of the bedroom. Blitz’s cheery smile swiftly fell as he furrowed his brows into a confused expression upon seeing Striker cradling a tiny bundle in his arms.

“Um…what’s that?” Blitz inquired pointing at the bundle.

“The surprise…” Striker trailed off as he gently unraveled the blanket to reveal the tiny baby boy.

“Huh? Did…did you steal a baby?” Blitz questioned in a serious tone

“NO! His mother was killed in the room next to mine last night…I-I couldn’t just leave him there,” Striker stammered averting his gaze from Blitz.

“Oh…wait…does this mean…?” Blitz hesitantly trailed off

“Why do Ya think I brought him home?” Striker retorted returning his gaze to Blitz

Blitz’s face lit up with joy as he gently reached out to take the baby from Striker, cradling the sleeping little one in his arms. Striker leaned down to open his duffle revealing a couple bags of baby supplies he’d picked up on the way home. Grabbing one of the bags he headed to the kitchen to put the supplies away as well as make up a bottle for the baby. Upon returning Striker found Blitz sitting on the couch with the baby, rocking it gently as he watched TV.

“He’s gonna need a name,” Striker stated as he sat down next to Blitz, handing the bottle over.

“Yeah, any ideas?” Blitz prompted as he put the bottle’s nipple to the baby’s lips which he took and began to suckle.

“What about…Damian,” Striker snickered

“No, we are not naming him after a demonic child in a human film,” Blitz retorted, narrowing his eyes and puffing his cheeks in annoyance.

“Ha-ha, I was jokin’ darlin’…how’s about…Kaiden?” Striker chuckled

“Hmm…I like that, Kaiden…” Blitz trailed off looking down at the baby in his arms.

“Alright, Kaiden it is,” Striker declared

“By the way I thought we agreed no babies,” Blitz teased being partially serious but partially joking.

“We did…apparently somethin’ else had other ideas,” Striker confirmed in a matter-of-fact way.

Blitz chuckled then settled back with the baby so they could watch TV together.

Late nights

Striker awoke to the sound of their new little one crying, blinking against the haze of sleep he grabbed his phone from the bedside table, squinting at the bright screen when it turned on. The home screen revealed the time to be 1:15 in the morning causing him to groan while running a hand over his face as he sat up, white hair sticking in all directions. Blitz was snoring beside Striker making the pale imp smile sleepily before slipping from the bed, pulling on a pair of loose-fitting jogging pants over his boxer briefs he'd been sleeping in. Moving out of the bedroom he headed to the living room where they had the baby’s crib set up next to the television, clicking on the small lamp that sat by the crib revealing the crying little imp. Leaning over the crib Striker shushed the little one, scooping Kaiden into his arms then pulling the baby boy against his chest while walking towards the kitchen to make a bottle.

Striker leaned against the counter gently patting Kaiden on the back as he waited for the bottle to warm up, trying to keep the little one from crying because Blitz had been working double shifts the last few days along with helping with the baby. Striker didn’t want Blitz waking up on the one night he had to rest unfortunately Kaiden wasn’t being cooperative, fussing more then usual until Striker released an unintentional nervous rattle from his tail. Kaiden stopped fussing to look at Striker’s tail that had coiled around to his right-side hovering midair, shivering at the end producing the sound. Repositioning Kaiden so he was cradled in Striker’s one arm he hovered his tail above the little imp and created the unique rattling noise he’d learned to do when he was but a child himself. Kaiden cooed happily as his little hands reached for the appendage although Striker assured to keep it just out of reach, he as well as blitz had already learned that babies and tails don’t mix.

Once the bottle was finished heating Striker picked it up then moved back to the couch making sure to close the bedroom door on the way by. Settling on the couch the pale imp leaned back with Kaiden cradled in one arm as he began to feed the little one who made happy little coos. Propping his feet up on the coffee table in front of the couch Striker started humming an absent tune. Once Kaiden finished the bottle Striker put the bottle on the coffee table, repositioned the baby onto his shoulder to burp him then walked over to the crib to change him before settling the little one back down. Striker didn’t leave simply settled back on the couch with his phone to make sure Kaiden fell asleep, fully intending on going back to the bedroom once their baby was back asleep however Striker didn’t make it there. Striker closed his eyes while waiting for Kaiden to fall asleep and instead fell asleep himself, chin tipped to his chest and arms crossed over his chest.

Kaiden slept till the early morning when Blitz emerged from the bedroom with a long stretch and a loud yawn. Blitz smiled warmly at seeing Striker asleep on the couch as he made his way over to the crib to see Kaiden just waking up with a little yawn. Blitz picked the little one up before he could start fussing and went to make two coffees as well as a bottle for Kaiden. Rocking Kaiden gently as Blitz waited for the drinks to be ready a pair of arms suddenly wrapped around his waist followed by Striker’s chin coming to rest on Blitz’s shoulder.

“Mornin’ Darlin’, sleep well?” Striker sleepily asked placing a kiss to Blitz’s cheek.

“I did but apparently you didn’t…why didn’t you wake me up to help with the baby?” Blitz asked turning to acknowledge Striker’s sleepy expression.

“Wasn’t necessary, besides it was the first night Ya had to sleep in over a week,” Striker explained keeping his hands on Blitz’s hips as the other imp turned to face him, thumbs rubbing lightly over Blitz’s skin just above his pants waistband.

“Still…” Blitz trailed off looking down at Kaiden

“Blitz, I know Ya raised Loona by Yer self but that’s not how it is anymore…Yer not alone anymore,” Striker assured his mate, tapping their foreheads together as he nuzzled lightly against Blitz’s face.

“Yeah…I guess,” Blitz chuckled lightly

“Now, let me get the coffees while you get the bottle,” Striker stated as he gently pushed Blitz to the side to gain access to the counter where the coffee was brewing.

The three settled on the couch with Blitz feeding little Kaiden while Striker sipped his coffee, setting Blitz’s coffee on the table. Flicking on the TV they watched for a while till Kaiden was napping in Blitz’s arms.

“So…I’ve been meaning to bring this up…” Blitz began as he trailed off

“What’s that, Sugar?” Striker asked in acknowledgment

“Well, I think it’s clear but…we’re going to need a bigger place, this place is fine while Kaiden is little but once he get’s bigger…” Blitz trailed off

“I was thinkin’ about that myself…it’s expensive in the city…” Striker trailed off

“Yeah, I know…but maybe if we save up for a bit…” Blitz hung his head as he thought about how much they’d need to save just to afford a small apartment.

“Blitz…I may have the solution, wait here,” Striker stood from the couch heading for the bedroom instantly drawing Blitz’s attention, arching an eyebrow curiously. Striker came back a short time later handing a picture to Blitz who furrowed his brow in confusion as he took it. The picture was of a cabin style house in what looked like the middle of nowhere.

“What’s this?” Blitz asked curiously

“Potentially our new place, I…I built it about 3 years ago,” Striker explained settling back on the couch next to Blitz.

“You…built this? Wow, where is it? Is it big enough?” Blitz asked

“It’s only about 2 hours outside the city and it’s got 3 rooms, so it’d be perfect for us,” Striker answered

“Only 2 hours from the city, that means I’d still be able to run IMP. This is perfect.” Blitz happily exclaimed looking up at Striker with the biggest grin across his face.

“So, we’re movin’?” Striker wondered

“Yes, we’ll start setting things up to move immediately,” Blitz confirmed trying to keep his excitement to a minimum to not wake their napping little one.

“Alright Darlin’, I’ll not take jobs for a little while to get us moved,” Striker chuckled settling back against the couch to watch TV with his mate and baby.

  Introductions

 Three weeks had passed since Striker had brought home Kaiden yet between working, taking care of Kaiden and now prepping to move Blitz hadn’t had any time to tell anyone. Thus, you can imagine the all-around shock when Striker came to the IMP office with some fast food that Blitz had requested for lunch carrying Kaiden. There was a string of questions that followed Striker as he pushed passed the 3 simply wanting to get to Blitz’s office with the food, setting it on his desk as the office swiftly became crowded. Blitz realized immediately that he’d never told anyone about Kaiden and rubbed a hand over his tired face earning him a sympathetic look from Striker, although he’d tried to stay in imp city or nearby most of Striker’s jobs had been out of town meaning he’d be gone for a week or so leaving Blitz alone with the baby as well as his own work.  

“When did you have a baby? How did you have a baby?” Moxxie inquired pointing to Striker almost accusingly. Striker’s expression turned to an exasperated irritated one, an eyebrow arched as he frowned at the little imp.

“Are Ya serious? Plus, why would Ya assume it was me?” Striker asked

“Because it looks most like you,” Moxxie stated using that irritating logical tone

“We didn’t have a baby…look I’m sorry I didn’t tell you guys,” Blitz briefly stated with exhaustion lacing his tone.

“When the fuck were you going to tell me? I think I should have been the first considering it’s practically my sibling,” Loona irritably asked, arms crossed over her chest as she pouted.

“We’ve been a lil busy,” Striker stated clearly getting more irritated by the minute at the lack of sympathy for Blitz.

“Alright! That’s enough!” Millie suddenly spoke up, climbing up onto Blitz’s desk earning her surprised looks from the entire room.

“Mills?” Blitz questioned, arching an eyebrow.

“Everyone back off a bit can’t Yall see Blitz is clearly exhausted, poor thing has probably been run off his feet,” Millie pointed out drawing the groups attention towards Blitz and for the first time they actually noticed the dark circles under his eyes and how he seemed rather subdued compared to his usual personality.

“Appreciate that Mildred,” Striker acknowledged moving around the desk to place a hand on his mate’s shoulder.

“No problem, now let me see that baby,” Millie cooed with a big smile, tapping her way across the desk.

Striker nodded gently unwrapping Kaiden further to allow Millie a better look at the little one, she squealed quietly as she reached out to take him. Everyone was now watching Millie with questioning looks.

“What?” Millie asked turning to Loona and Moxxie.

“Why are you so giddy?” Loona asked.

“I have several younger siblin’s and I used to love takin’ care of them when they were babies,” Millie explained

“Anyway…Official introductions I suppose, we adopted? Found? I don’t know! A baby, his names Kaiden,” Blitz awkwardly introduced

“What do Ya mean Ya found him?” Millie inquired

“I found ‘im, we were already talkin’ about adoptin’ but while I was on a job in the room next to mine an imp woman got ‘er self killed. I found the baby squirreled away in a kitchen cabinet, I couldn’t leave him there,” Striker explained

“Was she similar to you?” Moxxie inquired referring to how the baby looked.

“No, she looked like a normal city imp.” Striker answered simply

“Serpent imps aren’t exactly common, it’s ironic Ya found this little one,” Millie stated with a chuckle

“Loonie, you want to come say hi to your little brother?” Blitz asked gesturing to Kaiden in Millie’s arms.

Loona awkwardly approached not sure how to act around a baby, taking a sniff once close enough. Kaiden locked his big crimson eyes on Loona’s ears as they wiggled causing him to giggle, his little hands fisting in the air towards them. Loona couldn’t help the little smile that crossed her lips, shaking her head she pulled back with a firm scowl back on her features.

“Whatever, guess he’s cute. I don’t baby sit though,” Loona firmly stated

“Well, while you’re all here there’s one more thing, I want you to know. We’re moving!” Blitz announced as he stood up.

“Moving? Where?” Millie asked curiously, gently bouncing Kaiden in her arms.

“Only a couple hours outside Imp city so I’ll still be running IMP, it’s just a bigger place,” Blitz explained practically beaming.

“Good for the two of Ya,” Millie smiled back when Kaiden started to fuss.

“He’s probably hungry,” Blitz stated reaching into one of his desk drawers to pull out a premade bottle.

Millie gently passed Kaiden to Blitz who cradled him, offering the bottle which the little one took happily. Striker stood right beside Blitz a little protectively, the large group of individuals in the room had him feeling a little agitated. Millie smiled as she noticed Striker being protective of Blitz and Kaiden then moved closer to Moxxie and Loona.

“Alright everyone, let’s get back to work,” Millie encouraged, flipping her hands in a shooing gesture.

“Yeah, yeah,” Loona groused

Moxxie helped Millie down from the desk as they left together, closing Blitz’s office door behind them so that Blitz and Striker could have some privacy with Kaiden. Alone now Striker calmed a bit, moving to lay out their food so they could eat once Kaiden was finished. Blitz rubbed his eyes wearily as he ate earning a worried look from Striker.

“How’s about after we’re done eatin’, I take Ya home,” Striker suggested

“I still have work to do,” Blitz stated in an exhausted tone

“It can wait sugar, yer exhausted,” Striker worriedly encouraged

“I guess…I could leave it for Moxxie to do,” Blitz decided finishing his lunch.

“Good, come on Darlin’,” Striker smiled, cradling Kaiden as Blitz followed him out of the office heading to the parking lot where Bombproof was waiting.

  Growing Pains

 Blitz awoke with a groan as the sound of Kaiden crying radiated from down the hall, clumsily grabbing his phone off the bedside table he squinted at the bright screen, 2:15 in the morning. Groaning again Blitz ran a hand over his face after putting his phone back on the bedside table.

“Striker?” Blitz slurred slightly in his sleepy haze

“Yeah, I’m awake,” Striker responded in a groggy voice

Blitz started slipping from the bed as Striker sat up while running a hand through his messy white hair before following Blitz’s lead in getting out of bed. The duo slipped on some pajama pants then headed down the short hallway to the second room that was Kaiden’s. They’d managed to finally get moved into the cabin giving the three of them much more space not to mention Kaiden his own room. The cabin was completely made from wood with two rooms down this hallway in the back along with the bathroom, a trap door in the roof that led to the third loft room, a gally style kitchen was pretty much right off the front door next to a closet and the living area was right across from the kitchen. Blitz pushed open the door to Kaiden’s room with Striker following close behind as they moved towards his crib, Blitz scooping the little one up as he cried.

“He’s barely slept tonight,” Striker commented, placing a hand on Blitz’s hip as he stood right beside him looking down at Kaiden in Blitz’s arms.

“I know…we’ve tried everything though and he just barely gets to sleep before waking back up. Do you think there’s something wrong?” Blitz asked with clear worry lacing his tone.

“He’s not feverish and he’s not coughing or sneezing…everything seems normal except he won’t stay asleep,” Striker noted

“There’s no way he’s hungry…Ouch!” Blitz exclaimed after letting Kaiden put his finger in his mouth.

“What?” Striker asked, arching a brow in confusion at his mate’s sudden exclamation.

“Huh? Oh, I-I think he’s teething,” Blitz concluded looking in Kaiden’s mouth after being bitten

“Teethin’? Oh, that would explain a lot,” Striker stated

The duo took their little one into the living room with Blitz settling on the couch with Kaiden as Striker went to the kitchen, making coffee for him and Blitz while grabbing a kitchen towel and putting some ice cubes in it. Blitz rocked Kaiden in his arms when the little one’s tail came around twitching irritably, gently caressing down the little appendage Blitz discovered there were a few red marks near it’s base. Striker came around placing Blitz’s coffee on the table while handing the towel with ice to Blitz instructing him to let Kaiden suck on it.

“Okay, um…look at this,” Blitz stated, showing Kaiden’s tail to Striker while gently giving the ice filled towel to Kaiden who sucked happily. Striker took a look easily noticing the little red marks causing him to furrow his brow in question, running his thumb over them revealed there were little bumps.

“Hmm, not sure…he might have caught it,” Striker assumed

“Maybe…where did you learn the ice thing?” Blitz wondered as he watched Kaiden relax as he sucked on the ice filled towel.

“I remember my father doing it for me, I was a late teether,” Striker chuckled

“Oh, well it seems to be working,” Blitz chuckled in turn

After hours of crying Kaiden finally settled down to get some sleep allowing the two tired imps to also get some sleep. Morning broke far too soon for both Blitz and Striker’s liking, but they had to get up to check on Kaiden who at first seemed fine however upon closer inspection Blitz noticed some blood stains around the crib.

“Fuck! I think he’s bleeding!” Blitz exclaimed pulling Kaiden from the crib which instantly revealed not only where the blood was coming from but an explanation to Kaiden being so cranky.

“What the…are those…spines?” Striker asked after having come to Blitz’s side rather swiftly upon hearing their baby could be bleeding. Kaiden had small amounts of blood trickling down his arms, tail and back all originating from spines that had protruded from his skin. The small bumps from the night before on his tail near the base had erupted into several triangular spines like Striker’s own, just above each elbow a little pointed black spine had also emerged and finally two black spines had emerged right between his shoulder blades. Kaiden at this point from being jostled around started to cry making Blitz feel a little guilty as he was pretty sure it was because he’d moved the little one two quickly leading to some discomfort.

“I’m sorry…Sshh,” Blitz apologized as he shushed the little imp who he pulled into his chest.

“Huh, guess with the teethin’ that’s why he was so upset last night,” Striker concluded with a sympathetic look to their little one.

Blitz nodded in agreement as he headed out of Kaiden’s room towards the bathroom with Striker in toe so they could clean Kaiden up. After the little one was clean, they took Kaiden to the living room to be fed while Striker and Blitz settled in to watch some crap TV for a little while before hopefully putting Kaiden down for a nap so they could get a little more sleep as well.

  Judgment

 Kaiden started to grow quickly making it easier for Striker and Blitz to take him out mostly on shopping trips but still it was better then being couped up in the house all the time. Walking through the store Striker picked up the items they needed while Blitz held Kaiden who looked around in amazement at everything and everyone. Striker at one point remembered something from a previous isle they’d forgotten thus he told Blitz to stay put while he went to retrieve it which Blitz did, looking at the magazine’s when an all too familiar yet unwanted voice rang out from behind him.

“Well, well, if it isn’t Blitzo!” Verosika’s voice chimed

“Oh shit! Seriously, what the fuck are you doing here whore?” Blitz groused with a little wince as he turned to see the succubus walking right for him.

“Eeww, what the fuck is that?” Verosika scowled upon seeing Kaiden in Blitz’s arms.

“It’s a baby you bitch!” Blitz retorted, pulling Kaiden just a little closer.

“Seriously, first the hound now…whatever that is? Aren’t you through fucking up other people’s lives yet?” Verosika asked in a venomous tone

“Hey! I don’t give a fuck what you say about me but don’t you fucking dare treat Kaiden like he’s some gross thing!” Blitz growled out

“Humph, it doesn’t even look like a baby. Might as well be a piece of gutter trash especially in your…” Verosika began only to be slapped square across the face. Utter shock crossed the succubus’s face as Blitz stood snarling at her, tears pricking the corners of his eyes and his hand hovering midair where it had stopped after slapping her.

“I told you to shut your fucking mouth about Kaiden!” Blitz snarled out as he brought his hand back to help cradle Kaiden.

“You little shit! How dare you?” Verosika exclaimed raising a hand to attack Blitz who quickly shifted to protect Kaiden when a firm hand wrapped around Verosika’s wrist mid motion.

“Now, now that wouldn’t be a good idea lil lady,” Striker’s smooth southern drawl firmly suggested as the succubus turned her head in shock.

“Striker,” Blitz breathed out in relief at seeing his mate.

Striker released Verosika’s wrist as he walked over to join Blitz with his tail rattling, yet he gave a sweet kiss to Blitz’s forehead then to Kaiden’s. Striker had heard about Verosika from Blitz but up until now they’d not met, needless to say Verosika was in shock upon seeing Striker affectionately kiss both Blitz and Kaiden.

“Somethin’ we can do for Ya?” Striker inquired as Verosika stood slack jawed

“No way! There is no fucking way that a selfish no-good shit like you is with him!” Verosika barked out in jealousy, pointing to Striker.

“Well, we are, and you’d do best to watch what Ya say about my mate,” Striker warned with a low hiss as his tail rattled louder and started to coil around Blitz’s waist.

“Humph, whatever! You can have the bastard but as word of warning, sooner or later he’ll fucking leave you,” Verosika spat before turning on her heels to leave.

Striker watched Verosika till the succubus was well out of eyesight, snarling the entire time as his tail tightly coiled around Blitz who’d gone uncharacteristically quiet. Once Verosika was gone Striker turned his attention to Blitz and Kaiden, the little imp was happily cooing in Blitz’s arms blissfully unaware of the drama that had just gone down, but Blitz had bowed his head with a deep frown on his lips and his brow deeply furrowed. Striker set the basket he’d been holding onto the ground so he could get in front of Blitz easier, pulling the city imp closer till they were nearly chest to chest.

“Hey, Ya alright?” Striker asked gently cupping Blitz’s cheek with one hand.

“It’s not true,” Blitz whispered out nearly too quiet to be heard

“What?” Striker asked, furrowing his brow in question

“You know it’s not true, right? I won’t leave you,” Blitz repeated, looking up at Striker with glassy eyes.

“Of course, I know that Darlin’. Now come on, let’s go home,” Striker encouraged, pecking Blitz on the forehead again before uncoiling his tail and picking up the basket.

“Yeah, let’s go home,” Blitz agreed allowing a small smile to spread across his face as he followed Striker.

Things still weren’t settled though with Blitz and Striker could sense his mate’s distress for the rest of the day till finally they put Kaiden down for the evening. Blitz was laying on his side in their bed slightly curled up absently scrolling through his phone, a frown on his face when Striker walked in. Letting out a huff Striker moved to settle on the bed next to Blitz, gently rubbing a hand over his mate’s back.

“Do Ya wanna talk about it?” Striker inquired

“Not really…” Blitz trailed off, turning his phone off to place it on the bedside table but he didn’t turn to face Striker merely remained curled up facing away from him.

“Ya sure Darlin’?” Striker asked again this time receiving a heavy sigh from Blitz

“I won’t leave you and I’m not going to screw up Kaiden’s life…right?” Blitz whispered out in a shaky tone.

“Of course not, don’t listen to that bitch! What the fuck does she know?” Striker assured Blitz moving his hand from Blitz’s back to his shoulder.

“I am selfish though…” Blitz began only to feel Striker gently tug on his shoulder

“Hey! Come on now, don’t start that…look at me,” Striker encouraged till Blitz did as instructed, turning around to face Striker revealing his eyes were filled with tears.

Striker gently pulled Blitz to his chest, coiling his long tail around Blitz’s own as the crimson imp buried his face into Striker’s collarbone, inhaling his scent. Striker placed a loving kiss to Blitz’s forehead then nuzzled him.

“Ya ain’t goin’ nowhere and neither am I…I love Ya Blitz,” Striker whispered against Blitz’s horns

“I love you too,” Blitz returned the sentiment, nuzzling against his mate’s collarbone

“Atta boy,” Striker chuckled softly as he brought a hand under Blitz’s chin, pulling back a little to tip it upwards into a loving kiss. Blitz returned the kiss as one of his hands came up to cup Striker’s cheek.

They shared the kiss for a while till Blitz gently pushed Striker onto his back to crawl on top of him, straddling the pale imp’s hips. They’re hands gently started to explore further leading to perhaps one of the gentlest and most loving sessions of sex they’d ever had ending with Blitz falling asleep on Striker’s chest.  

 Growing Boy

Blitz was amazed at how quickly Kaiden grew in one year not to mention the unique characteristics he began developing. Around Kaiden’s eyes he developed a crimson hue near his temples, the same hue also spread to each spike mingling with his pale complexion as if dusted with a deep blush in those spots and his hair started growing in, but it was almost silver in color instead of just white. Kaiden also started to walk taking unsteady steps all around the cabin that had Blitz panic covering every potentially sharp corner or edge in the entire place and if Striker hadn’t put his two senses in Blitz would’ve strapped pillows to Kaiden. Striker had the mind set that kids got hurt period and there was nothing you could do except patch them up or help them back on their feet whereas Blitz was that worried mother hen.

Striker lounged on the couch casually scrolling through his phone with a cigarette in his mouth while his tail was wrapped firmly around Kaiden’s waist as the little imp wobbly walked around the living area. Blitz had been out getting groceries but when he walked in to see Striker allowing Kaiden to walk around so casually with out intense supervision his brow instantly furrowed in annoyance, lips pursing at the same time. Blitz dropped the bags at the door getting Striker’s attention a smile forming on his face as he put his phone down beside himself on the couch and pulling the cigarette out of his mouth. Striker prepared for a kiss as Blitz walked towards him only to furrow his brow in confused surprise as Blitz walked right past him to Kaiden, scooping the little one up prompting the pale imp to release his tail.

“Hey? What’s wrong?” Striker asked instantly pushing up from the couch as he sensed his mate’s irritation.

“Could you at least try to take Kaiden’s safety seriously?” Blitz asked with irritation dripping from his tone.

“He was fine Blitz, I had him with my tail and if he fell it wasn’t like he was goin’ to go very far,” Striker rolled his eyes at the realization of the source of his mate’s irritation.

“He can still get hurt!” Blitz exclaimed

“How many times do I have to tell Ya Blitz, kids get hurt it’s part of them bein’ kids,” Striker shot back getting irritated now.

“I know what you’ve said but you know what it sounds like to me. Like you don’t fucking care!” Blitz barked back

“Seriously! I do care! I’m just not some hover parent!” Striker retorted irritably

Kaiden started crying from the tone of the argument going on causing Blitz to cradle him with a series of shushing sounds while Striker growled under his breath irritably. Striker turned to head for the door grabbing his hat from the coat rack on the way.

“Hey! Where are you going?” Blitz wondered, tone swapping from irritated to confused

“Out!” Striker barked over his shoulder before opening then slamming the door behind him.

“Striker! Wait!” Blitz called after his irate mate only to be left with Kaiden crying in his arms. A deep frown came over Blitz’s features as his eyebrows furrowed upwards.

Blitz settled Kaiden down then placed the little one in his crib to play while Blitz set about putting away the groceries all while horrible thoughts ran rampant through his mind. They’d been fighting a lot recently especially over this whole situation with Kaiden getting hurt, Blitz couldn’t help the little thought that crept into his brain ‘what if he never comes back?’, ‘He’s not coming back’. Blitz shook his head trying to get rid of the thought because Striker wouldn’t leave him and Kaiden…would he? Blitz was quickly pulled from these destructive thoughts by the sound of Kaiden’s screaming cry from his room. Dropping everything on the spot Blitz ran into the room to find Kaiden crying as he was partially hanging by his tail which was caught in the gap of the crib’s headboard and the side piece with the slats on it. Blitz knelt to pull Kaiden onto his lap giving just enough leverage for him to get the little imp’s tail free however it became clear instantly that it was broken.

Kaiden cried into Blitz’s chest clearly in pain and Blitz lost all sense of what to do, logically Blitz knew he needed to treat the injury but emotionally he didn’t want to cause any further pain to his little one. Blitz began gently rocking Kaiden while making soothing little noises trying to calm the terrified and pain riddled little imp to little avail. Blitz felt tears prick the corners of his eyes as he wished Striker were there if nothing else for comfort…but he’d driven him away…his mate wasn’t coming back.

 …

 Striker put Bombproof back in his stable in the small barn after a couple hours of fresh air he’d realized how stupid he’d been. Blitz could be a little hard-headed about things especially when it came to Kaiden, but he hadn’t deserved Striker’s attitude earlier and he certainly didn’t deserve being left alone with a crying baby. Guilt riddled Striker trudged up onto the wrap around balcony, opening the door only to throw it open upon hearing the unusual screaming cry of Kaiden coming from inside. Running straight to Kaiden’s room Striker screeched to a halt at the door, eyes widening in confused concern at seeing Blitz kneeling on the ground with Kaiden in his arms as he cried in a tone that told Striker the little imp was in pain.

“What happened?” Striker asked, panic lacing his voice as he took a knee next to Blitz.

“Y-You came back…” Blitz all but whimpered out as he looked up at Striker with tears in his eyes.

“What? Of course, I…look, what happened?” Striker pressed despite being completely confused by both Blitz’s comment as well as the current situation happening in front of him.

“Um…I think his tail’s broken…I don’t know what to do?” Blitz whimpered again looking at where Kaiden’s tail was currently limply laying half on Blitz’s lap and on the floor.

“Okay…come on Darlin’, let’s go to the bedroom so I can get a better look,” Striker suggested helping Blitz to his feet but as soon as Kaiden’s tail moved the baby boy screamed again in agony.

“Hush…it’s okay Kaiden…” Blitz tried to ease, rubbing the little one’s back.

Once in the bedroom Blitz laid Kaiden on the bed with his tail flat on the mattress while Striker went to the bathroom to retrieve a few things. Striker returned placing the items he’d gotten on the bed followed by tossing his hat onto the floor followed by his gloves then gently he took a good look at Kaiden’s tail revealing there was indeed a bad break right in the middle of it. Striker grimaced at what would need to be done if it was to heal properly.

“Hold the end of his tail for me,” Striker instructed Blitz, repositioning he was kneeling right against the edge of the bed with Kaiden curled into his chest while Blitz went to the end of the bed to firmly hold the tip of Kaiden’s tail.

“Okay, now what?” Blitz asked

“Don’t let him curl it up or move it towards me at all…no matter what,” Striker firmly instructed

Blitz was confused for a moment until Striker grabbed a butter knife, he’d clearly grabbed from the kitchen and some gaze. Blitz braced himself as Striker grabbed firmly to either side of the broken area of Kaiden’s tail then pulled in opposing directions causing a clicking sound followed by the intense scream of Kaiden against Striker’s chest. Striker swiftly positioned the butter knife along Kaiden’s tail then wrapped some tape and gaze to secure it in place as Kaiden fisted his little hands in Striker’s shirt. Once finished Striker gently wrapped his arms around Kaiden gingerly maneuvering the little one till he was under the pale imp’s chin, gently patting him on the back while making shushing sounds.

“Sshh…it’s alright…I’m finished,” Striker cooed as Kaiden huddled into his collarbone still sobbing with little hiccups. Blitz had released Kaiden’s tail but he turned away as tears began to fall from his eyes as his emotions overwhelmed him.

“I-I’m going to go get some ice…I’ll be back,” Blitz announced quickly leaving the bedroom before Striker could say anything.

Striker managed to settle Kaiden down enough to secure his tail to his back with some gaze, so it wasn’t moving around so much and lay the little one in the middle of the bed. Blitz returned indeed with some ice in a towel for Kaiden’s tail but his eyes were also swollen and puffy from crying which was something that didn’t go unnoticed by Striker. Blitz was about to walk right past Striker when a gentle hand wrapped around his wrist instantly pulling him against Striker’s firm torso as the pale imp took the ice from Blitz to place it on the bed.

“Blitz…did Ya think I’d left Ya?” Striker asked causing Blitz to avert his gaze.

“When you left…I thought you wouldn’t come back…” Blitz trailed off in a shaky tone

“I’m so sorry Darlin’…I didn’t mean to hurt Ya…I never shoulda said the things I did…” Striker apologized as he tapped his forehead to Blitz’s.

“I’m just as bad…I accused you of all that shit and here Kaiden gets hurt while I’m watching him…” Blitz whimpered as he gave in to his longing for his mate, wrapping his arms around Striker for comfort.

“Hush…I love Ya Blitz and I’ll never leave Ya…I promise,” Striker assured Blitz as he kissed his mate’s forehead and embraced him back.

The duo broke from the embrace after a moment, Striker grabbing the towel filled with ice as they both moved to crawl onto either side of Kaiden on the bed. Gently Striker pressed the ice to Kaiden’s tail as the little one curled up under the blanket still sniffling slightly as he dosed on the cusp of sleep.

Fandom: Helluvaboss

Rating: T for swearing and minor violence

Pairings: Blitz/Stolas, Millie/Moxxie

The next day saw the arrival of the pain games, standing in the crowd amongst the imps Calus watched as Wally introduced Stolas. Calus hadn’t seen a member of the Goetia family in quite sometimes it was interesting to see the young prince, giving a nod when Stolas announced that Calus would be participating as a special guest this year. The Dracony couldn’t help the snort of a laugh when the Goetian prince called Blitz, Blitzy in a flirty manner eliciting a disgusted response from Blitz. A gunshot signaled the beginning of the games with Calus quickly over taking everyone, sinking his claws into the climbing wall scaling it before leaping over the top to land elegantly on the other side of the water pool. During the tug of war Calus sat at the back holding the end of the rope with a single talon till the rope snapped, finally during the mud wrestling Calus tackled Striker with a snarl reveling in the chance to let off a little steam against the arrogant imp.

Calus felt Striker’s tail wrap around his waist making the Dracony smirk then yank Striker by the wrists causing them to roll preventing the pale imp from completing the action. Striker brought a knee up to shove Calus backwards into the mud immediately pouncing onto of him with a hiss and a smirk.

“Ya know…for a blue blood Yer pretty good lookin’,” Striker flirted

“Humph, you’re not too bad yourself,” Calus admitted

Striker yelped as he was suddenly yanked backwards by a crimson tail slipping around his waist as Blitz pinned him. The three of them began swapping between one another for who overpowered whom. Once the games concluded Calus found a faucet, stripped his top layer of clothing off leaving him shirtless then grabbed a bucket to fill with water. Calus was just starting to clean the mud off when Striker came around to lean against the nearby booth, sweet grass hanging out of his mouth.

“I’ll be done soon if you need some water,” Calus smirked

“Take Yer time,” Striker encouraged in a flirty tone obviously looking Calus up and down.

“Like what you see?” Calus asked

“Yep,” Striker casually yet boldly admitted.

“Ha-ha, good to know.” Calus chuckled as he teasingly ran a taloned hand through his short black hair.

“So, Ya know how to use that thing strapped to Yer hip?” Striker inquired nodding towards the pistol at Calus’s hip.

“More then you,” Calus quipped

“Ya sure about that? How about Ya prove it?” Striker challenged that wide smirk growing on his face.

“Oh yeah? What you got in mind?” Calus curiously inquired cleaning the mud from his pants.

“How about a shootin’ contest once we’re back on the farm,” Striker suggested

“Alright, I’ll take that challenge,” Calus smirked back

 …

A little while later they stood with Blitz beside the stage waiting for the results of the pain games to be announced. Stolas strutted out on to the stage with Wally clearly ready to declare the winner.  

“For the first time ever, we have a three-way tie,” Wally announced

“And the winners are…Striker, Calus and~ my darling Blitzy~” Stolas finished the announcement

“Just say my name right you fucking dick!” Blitz groused

Calus snickered as he stood on the stage next to the two imps however when Striker pulled his guitar up with the declaration of singing a song about his victory Calus was out. Arriving back at the farm Calus awaited Striker to return as well for their little shooting contest. Luckily, he didn’t need to wait too long as Striker came sauntering up to the fence line where Calus had set up pyramid of cans but that wasn’t all, Calus explained they needed to shoot down the cans then hit right between the ‘O’ of an old tin sign in the distance with the word “Grow” spray painted on it although it clearly had been sitting out for a while as the paint was faded. Striker scoffed taking his position five paces from the cans on the fence while Calus stood off to the side watching.

Striker inhaled deeply then drew his gun, in an instant the cans were on the ground and a ping was heard as a bullet hit the sign in the distance. Calus watched as Striker blew the smoke from his pistol’s barrel, twirling it before putting it back in the holster. Calus reset the cans for his turn taking five paces from the cans a smirk spread on his face drawing his weapon simultaneously as he spun around knocking the cans to the ground with a double tap mid air to the last before hitting the sign in the distance. Holstering his pistol Calus smugly turned to Striker who was clearly seething from being shown up by a fucking blue blood yet there was also a glint of him being impressed playing on his features.

“So, what do I win?” Calus chuckled

“Ha-ha, didn’t know we were playin’ for stakes,” Striker retorted

“There are always stakes,” Calus shot back with a huge smirk on his face.

“To true, how’s about next beer is on me?” Striker suggested in agreement

“Sounds good to me,” Calus confirmed

The two parted ways with Calus heading off to continue his work for the day with the assumption that Striker was doing the same although Calus was starting to have suspicions about the pale imp.

 …

 Evening fell signaling it was almost time for the reveal of the harvest moon something Calus wasn’t too interested in opting instead to get his work done only to be surprised when Blitz came to find him. The crimson imp waved the draconic demon down eliciting a smile with a tip of his hat in acknowledgment towards Blitz.

“What’s up, Blitz?” Calus inquired curiously as he leaned on the shovel, he’d been using to dig a hole for a fence post.

“Hey Calus, listen I know we haven’t really known each other for too long but you seem quite capable,” Blitz started with a giant smile on his features.

“I appreciate that, I just do what needs to be done,” Calus chuckled

“And that’s why I like you, I already offered a job at IMP to Striker and now I’m offering one to you,” Blitz chimed beaming with pride.

“Oh, that’s a generous offer Blitz, really…I’ll need to think on it though,” Calus stated

“No problem, just let me know before we leave. Also, wouldn’t mind a hand watching Stolas, would you be interested?” Blitz added

“Only if you pay me,” Calus laughed

“Sorry man, I can’t do that. My company’s strapped as it is,” Blitz laughed with him

“That’s alright, tell you what if there’s trouble, I’ll help you out.” Calus assured Blitz; he’d come to like Blitz thus promising to help him out if there was trouble seemed like the right thing to do. Blitz seemed content with that as he headed towards his beat-up van.

Calus finished with the post he’d been attempting to set a little while later, wiping sweat from his brow as he looked up only to furrow his brow in confused suspicion. Striker had just come slinking around the main farmhouse, looking around as if to make sure no one was watching him not to mention where he’d just come from was where the cellar was there shouldn’t have been a reason for him to be back there. Calus perked more at the sound of a muffled gunshot followed by splintering wood which apparently Blitz had heard as well as the city imp was put on high alert. Sprinting around the corner came Moxxie holding his pistol almost running smack into Blitz upon rounding the corner, Calus was too far to hear the conversation very well however the mention of Striker’s name along with assassination attempt definitely were caught by the Dracony.  

Calus cautiously followed the two imps into the farmhouse making certain to not be noticed, hiding in the shadows till he reached the upper-level lurking just outside Striker’s room. Blitz had apparently taken Striker off guard in his room stopping the assassination attempt on Stolas judging by their current positions however Calus watched as Striker began circling Blitz with charming words. Striker pinned Blitz to the wall with promises of grandeur should he join the pale imp…this was getting dangerous, to dangerous. Calus managed to slip into the room as Moxxie was trying for what looked to be an angelic rifle leaning against the far windowsill. Calus managed to get into just the right position then pounced immediately taking Striker off guard along with Blitz and Moxxie too as he tackled the imp to the ground.

“Ha! Wow didn’t see that coming but good timing Calus,” Blitz remarked with a huge grin on his face.

Calus pinned Striker’s hands to the floor as he straddled the imp’s hips giving a warning snarl as Striker tried to fight back. Striker hissed irritably as he squirmed trying to free himself from the Dracony’s grip, face contorted in a look of rage.

“I suggest you just stay down,” Calus growled

“As if! Fucking blue blood!” Striker snarled back

“You know it’s ironic you keep spitting that at me considering your working for one,” Calus declared in retort. Striker froze for a moment, eyes growing wide at the statement.

“What’re Ya talkin’ about?” Striker carefully inquired

“Come on between the gun and the extra cash you’re clearly getting to kill the Goetia prince…only another royal could manage that,” Calus concluded with a smirk

“Wait…oh…that’s rich! A blue-blooded assassin,” Striker laughed mockingly

“Hitman technically, anyway, do you really think this is going to end well for you?” Calus inquired

“Why? Because of Ya?” Striker asked in turn

“Nope…well, maybe a little. Royals tend to be temperamental and impatient…how many times do you think you’ll be allowed to fuck up before you’re expendable?” Calus taunted in a low tone inches from Striker’s face.

“FUCK OFF!” Striker exclaimed wrapping his tail firmly around Calus’s waist immediately tossing the Dracony backwards.  

Blitz stepped in landing a left hook to Striker’s face as he stood up earning him a strike to the gut in response. Blitz brought his head up to headbutt Striker in the jaw causing the hitman to stumble backwards with blood coming from his nose and mouth. Moxxie helped Calus to his feet while keeping a close eye on the hand-to-hand combat going on. Blitz managed to shove Striker into the corner closest to the door of the room followed by Moxxie firing a shot to keep him there allowing the trio to surround him.  

“I still think it’s embaressin’ your wastin’ a lot of potential relyin’ on a weak little…” Striker trailed off as another shot hit the wall behind him.

“You gonna finish that fucking sentence, partner?” Moxxie taunted adding a country drawl to the last word.

“Vermin!” Striker snarled the last of his sentence from before.

“Hey! What the fuck is happening up here?” Loona inquired suddenly kicking in the bedroom door…right into Moxxie’s face.

That was the moment Striker needed as Blitz was distracted Striker kicked his pistol from his hand, shoving him into the wall before bolting to the window. Calus could have taken the shot, but he didn’t, snarling slightly at himself as he looked away and lowered his revolver whatever the situation currently, they were both hitmen and, in the end, Striker was simply doing a job something Calus could relate.

“Maybe you’ll get me next time, Blitzy,” Striker taunted leaping from the window just as Blitz made it there, aiming his pistol out it although judging by his expression it was clear the city imp had lost the pale imp.  

The next morning…

The IMP group left the next morning with Blitz still offering Calus a job especially after watching the demon in action the night before unfortunately Calus declined, he was a gun for hire, a hitman and that was just how he liked it. Fortunately for Blitz because Calus had to pack up as well, he got to meet Calus’s hell mare named Storm Runner, a white coated mare with bluish green flames. A further shock came though when Stolas paid a visit to the farm specifically searching for Calus, apparently Blitz had informed Stolas about what had happened the previous evening.

“Prince Stolas,” Calus greeted with a nod

“Calus, I presume, I heard from Blitzy how you helped thwart an assassination attempt on my life yesterday and I was wondering if you’d be interested in joining my bodyguard services?” Stolas offered

Calus wasn’t stupid this was a very generous offer that anyone else would have jumped on…he wasn’t anyone though. Unfortunately, just as he’d warned Striker, Calus’s experiences with royals hadn’t been great leading him to in general avoid working for or with them.

“Sorry your highness I’m afraid I’ll have to decline…however, I do have a counteroffer. This is my number if you should have need of a hitman just give me a call,” Calus stated handing a card over to Stolas.

“Hmm, very well. Regardless I thank you for my life,” Stolas kindly stated accepting the card in the process.

“Anytime,” Calus simply retorted, tipping his hat towards the prince.

 …

Somewhere in wrath at the hide away motel…  

“I failed to kill the target at the festival, but don’t worry ma’am it won’t happen again,” Striker spoke into the motel’s phone. A grimace crossed Striker’s face as the sound of a woman literally screeching on the other end radiated from the receiver.

“Understood,” Striker concluded the call placing the receiver on the cradle

Fandom: Helluva boss

Rating: T for swearing

Pairings: Blitzo/Stolas, Moxxie/Millie

Morning sun streamed through the window of the small farm hand cabin waking the dragon looking demon sleeping within. Yawning he slid from the covers to sit on the edge of the bed clad only in a pair of black boxer briefs that made his iridescent pearl scales stand out more. Standing with a stretch he trudged to the washroom, long tail swishing behind him as the peacock styled pattern made from spines brushed through the air. Letting out a slight snorting grunt he splashed some cold water over his face before heading back into the bedroom throwing on his dark wash jeans and black T-shirt combo. Heading out of the bedroom down the short hallway into the kitchen he promptly started brewing a coffee in the small gally style kitchen that was right off the living room, wrapping his dragon-like feet with some cloth wrappings to help protect them while he walked outside. Running a hand over one of his ram-like horns he let out a sigh trying to mentally prepare for his days work on the farm.

Grabbing the freshly finished coffee he snatched up his dark brown duster as well as his cowboy hat then headed out onto the wrap around deck. The draconic demon looked out over the farm noting the sign that said ‘rough n’ tumbleweed ranch’ at the end of the driveway while drinking his coffee. The sound of the nightmares in the distance drew his attention revealing them being let out of the barn by the newest farm hand, after the older farm hand tragically died last week in an incident involving a fire tornado Lin and Joe had hired on this new guy, Striker.

“Calus!” Joe’s voice cut through the morning air drawing the draconic demon’s attention towards the main farmhouse where sure enough the bulky imp stood waving him down.

“Mornin’ Joe,” Calus replied gulping down the rest of his coffee, placing the empty mug on the decks railing before heading towards his employer.

“Mornin’, Ya got a moment?” Joe inquired cheerily

“Of course, whatchya need?” Calus wondered curiously

“This afternoon my little girl, Mildred is coming to visit. I’d like you and Striker to meet her,” Joe informed Calus.

“Oh, I’d be honored,” Calus humbly nodded

“Excellent! She’s brining her friends apparently so this place will be packed with some extra hands to help as well,” Joe chuckled

“Sounds good to me but I better get to work if I intend to get mostly finished by the time she arrives,” Calus pointed out already moving off towards the fields.

“Alright, good on Ya boy,” Joe praised before heading off to do his own work.

Morning passed quickly as Calus did various chores around the farm including fixing fences, feeding the animals and baling hay. Calus heaved a large bale of hay into the feed shed having discarded his duster due to the heat he pulled his hat off to wipe away the sweat on his forehead using his forearm when he noticed Striker obviously watching him.

“What can I do for Ya?” Calus inquired placing his hat back where it came from.

“Just comin’ to tell Ya, Joe’s daughter is arrivin’ pretty soon,” Striker drawled, the imp had a thicker southern drawl then Calus. Calus’s voice was on the deeper side but smooth carrying more of the country way of talking as opposed to the accent.

“Alright, I’ll be there,” Calus confirmed as he went back to baling the hay in the shed ignoring the imp’s yellow gaze lingering on him as he did so.

“Heard they’re gonna make an exception in the pain games this year and let Ya compete,” Striker commented absently.

“Yep, I accepted,” Claus nonchalantly confirmed

“Must be nice having that sort of influence,” Striker scoffed drawing Claus’s attention now.

“What do you mean?” Calus asked turning back to face Striker

“Come on, the only reason their letting you compete is because you’re a dracony,” Striker hissed under his breath, flirty grin turning slightly sour.

“I am. What of it?” Calus inquired

“We both know blue bloods get special treatment. Whatever, I’ll still beat Ya,” Striker’s tone carried a degree of venom with it that didn’t go unnoticed by Calus.

“I’m not a ‘blue blood’ as you put it. And we’ll see now won’t we,” Calus challenged with a little snarl towards the imp. Calus hated when people brought that up, the dracony line was technically a royal line however Calus himself hadn’t had that sort of a life so to hear people judge him for it always irked him a little.

 …

 Later that afternoon Calus noticed a beat-up van pull into the driveway with a short female imp leaping happily from the passenger seat. After some small talk Joe called for Striker who true to form came riding in on his hell steed bombproof. Calus rolled his eyes, the imp was handsome but a bit of a show off, Calus simply went to lean against the fence crossing his arms over his chest and crooking one leg. Striker wasted no time in charming the newest arrivals specifically he seemed to settle his gaze on the tall crimson imp who had come with the group, Mildred had introduced him as her boss, Blitz.

“This is our other hand Calus,” Joe finally introduced waving a hand in Calus’s direction prompting him to push off the fence to come over, tail swaying behind him as he came to settle beside Joe and Lin practically dwarfing them with his 6-foot form.

“Pleasure to meet Ya miss Mildred,” Calus stated tipping his hat. All the imps as well as the hound seemed in utter awe of Calus although this wasn’t unusual considering what he was it wasn’t weird to get these kinds of looks.

“Um…wow, call me Millie,” Millie stated reaching out for a handshake which Calus accepted practically engulfing her hand in his taloned one.

“Anyway, whatchya doin’ so far from imp city? Free work finally slowin’ down?” Striker asked shoving himself firmly between Calus and Millie.

Calus huffed a laugh as he backed up a little letting Striker have the stage simply listening to the following conversations, Blitz ran his own assassin business out of imp city, the hound was his adopted daughter and the Goetia prince who came for the festival every year was apparently fucking Blitz for some reason. The information was interesting then Joe brought up the pain games telling Blitz he should enter which the imp seemed very interested in more so when Joe revealed Calus would be competing as well.

“But you’re not an imp,” Blitz pointed out obviously

“Nope but Calus has quite the reputation around here, so the committee decided to give him a chance,” Lin explained.

“Ha! Come on, let’s be honest here. That prince probably got him elected. Blue bloods watch out for their own kind,” Striker laughed

“Afraid your barkin’ up the wrong tree. I don’t know the prince. My blood line has nothing to do with this,” Calus shot back

“Either way wish I could play,” Millie groused out, puffing her cheeks out in a pout.

Calus semi paid attention to their conversation but mostly he was busy glaring at Striker thinking the imp should watch himself because Calus was swiftly getting tired of his attitude. Striker smirked at one point moving towards the smaller male imp who’d been introduced as Moxxie, Millie’s husband.

“Well little fella, why don’t Ya help me wrangle one of those hogs for dinner?” Striker asked placing a hand on Moxxie’s shoulder.

“Simple,” Moxxie boldly stated reaching for something when Striker cut him off.

“Nah, with these! Bullets can’t pierce it’s hide Ya gotta get the knife up under ‘em and pry Yer self an openin’,” Striker explained tossing a knife and rope at Moxxie.

“Oh right, right, I knew that” Moxxie stammered awkwardly

Calus rolled his eyes again as he moved towards the hog fence to lean forwards onto the wooden planks watching as after little more conversation Moxxie entered the pen. Striker was smiling like the cat that got into the cream, Calus knew he was fucking with the little imp probably just because he could. Moxxie didn’t do too bad at first however it quickly went down hill once he missed the sweet spot, Striker was about to jump in when Calus beat him to it. Leaping easily over the fence Calus snatched the rope around the hog’s neck easily shoving Moxxie off as he took his place on the creature’s back, snatching the knife from Moxxie’s hands along the way giving it a twirl before plunging it into just the right spot. The hog collapsed as Calus dismounted it smirking as Striker snarled at him on the way over.

“I believe this is yours,” Calus confidently stated spinning the knife in his hand, so the handle was facing Striker. The pale imp accepted the knife then headed over to grab the hog.

“Ow! My clavicle,” Moxxie exclaimed rubbing his collar bone as Striker went up to him.

“Don’t worry little one, you never stood a chance,” Striker cockily exclaimed giving a rattle of his tail.

Calus leapt over the fence to head in the opposite direction of the rest he wasn’t much of a socializer, and he had chores to finish. Twilight was just setting in as Calus carried a bag of grain to the barn for storage when he caught sight of Blitz sauntering towards him. Surprised Calus turned to acknowledge the imp.

“Hey, Blitz? Right?” Calus greeted

“That’s right and you’re Calus,” Blitz retorted

“Any reason you’re out here this late?” Calus inquired

“Oh um…well…I was hoping to see the hell steeds one more time,” Blitz awkwardly stammered, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Huh…alright, I need to stash this grain so why don’t you just come in with me?” Calus suggested nodding towards the barn. Excitement filled the city imp’s face as he quickly accepted Calus’s offer bounding behind him into the barn where he instantly ran over to the stabled hell steeds, fawning over them. Calus opened the storage closet to toss the grain in then closed and locked the door when he noticed Blitz sneaking a peek at him from the corner of his eye.

“See somethin’ you like?” Calus asked, locking the storage closet door.

“Uh…um…n-no…” Blitz panicked, quickly looking away with a blush creeping across his face.

“Ha-ha, don’t worry about it. I’m used to people staring,” Calus chuckled walking over to join Blitz.

“Really? Humph, I mean I guess I see that considering…” Blitz smirked gesturing up and down Calus’s body.

“That I’m dragon-like?” Calus questioned

“No, that you’re a handsome fucker,” Blitz corrected arching an eyebrow to match his smirk making Calus laugh aloud.

“Thanks, I guess.” Calus retorted still laughing.

“So, do you have a horse?” Blitz inquired curiously

“I do, much like bombproof though I keep my hell steed in a private barn by the hand house I live in,” Calus explained

“Oh, maybe you could show me it sometime,” Blitz suggested with a hopeful tone filling his voice.

“Maybe,” Calus agreed

fandom: helluva boss

Rating: G

Pairings: Blitzxfemale!Kitsune!Reader

(Y/N)’s fur stood on end as her hell phone went off vibrating in her pocket indicating the arrival of a text message as the kitsune tried to get a target in her cross hairs. Ignoring the phone at first, she tried to focus on the target at hand only to have the phone go off a couple more times finally eliciting an aggravated sigh from (Y/N) as she finally pulled the device from her pocket to look at the messages. (Y/N)’s expression swiftly softened upon realizing they were from Blitz, twisting to one of concern upon reading them.

Hey babe.

Oh shit! You’re on a job, aren’t you?

Sorry I probably messed it up.

Sorry for screwing things up again.

Never mind.

I seem to just screw things up anymore.

Never mind, ignore that last text

 (Y/N) felt her heart throb at reading the last couple texts it wasn’t unusual for Blitz to fall into these moods but every time it broke the kitsune’s heart. (Y/N) put her phone away, finished the job then mounted her motorcycle to hurry towards Blitz’s apartment as quickly as possible. Climbing the stairs of the crumbling apartment complex (Y/N) used the key Blitz had given her to open the door to his apartment, inside it was pitch dark.

“Blitz?” (Y/N) called into the darkness as she closed the door behind her, yet the apartment remained eerily quiet.

“Blitz? Darling? Where are you?” (Y/N) called again still receiving nothing but silence in turn.

Moving around the couch in the living area she found Blitz, curled up in his work cloths hugging a pillow with his eyes trained ahead. (Y/N) moved around to have a seat prompting Blitz to curl up tighter making it clear he was ignoring her on purpose. Gently the kitsune reached a handout to caress over Blitz’s hip immediately feeling him tense as his tail coiled up and he buried his face in the pillow he was holding.

“Blitz…I’m not leaving till you talk to me,” (Y/N) gently informed him, caressing her fingers up his side.

“No,” Blitz simply whimpered in a broken voice.

“What happened? Who hurt you, Darling?” (Y/N) persisted shifting now to crawl over top of Blitz.

“(Y/N) …go away!” Blitz growled or at least he tried but seeing as he’d obviously been crying his voice didn’t carry any weight.

“I will never leave you,” (Y/N) assured him as she settled on top of him with a hand moving to cup his cheek, gently pulling his face to look at her. Blitz turned to look up at (Y/N) eyes puffy from crying, claws still digging into the pillow he was holding onto, it had been a long time since (Y/N) had seen Blitz like this.

“Oh, my love, who has dared cause you this pain,” The kitsune cooed as she leaned down to nuzzle lovingly at Blitz’s cheek.

“I-It was nothing I didn’t deserve…” Blitz whimpered out

“Nonsense, come here.” (Y/N) gently started pulling Blitz upwards, scooting backwards herself till they’d swapped positions with (Y/N) laying on her back with Blitz laying along her body, head resting on her chest as the kitsune caressed her hands along his shoulders and back.

“Why…why do you love me?” Blitz whispered after a few moments of silence between them.

“Well…you’re strong…you’re clever…you’re resourceful…You’re caring…and of course you’re handsome,” (Y/N) explained lovingly looking down at blitz.

“You’re lying,” Blitz scoffed still wearing a deep grimace on his face.

“Sometimes I lie…but never to you…I’d never lie to you, my love,” (Y/N) cooed placing a kiss to Blitz’s forehead.

“I ran into Verosika at the bar…” Blitz began, and the very mention of the whore’s name made (Y/N)’s hackles raise.

“What did she say to you?” (Y/N) asked with tension in her voice

“The usual…but…then she told me I’d break Loona’s heart like I did everyone I’ve ever been with…that Loony was going to become a breeder whore because of me…” Blitz explained with his voice breaking as his fingers carded through (Y/N)’s fur.

“Oh Blitz, Darling…you know that’s not true…Loona may not always show it but she’s grateful you adopted her. You don’t break everything you touch. You are a loving father and a gentle lover,” (Y/N) praised pulling Blitz’s chin gently upwards to look her in the eyes.

Blitz was almost in awe of the look the kitsune was giving him, eyes half lidded with a gentle smile on her lips and those blue markings lightly glowing in the darkness making his mate look ethereal. Blitz felt himself compelled to move closer till they pressed their lips together, (Y/N) moving the hand on his back up underneath his coat to push it off his shoulders, her fingers spreading around the first spine on his back as her other hand moved from his chin to his cheek. (Y/N) caressed the hand from his back around underneath Blitz, pushing his crimson button-down upwards as her hand slipped under it. Blitz exhaled deeply through his nose at the touch, hands carding through his mate’s fur while his tail coiled around her thigh.

(Y/N) pushed Blitz’s coat off dropping it to the floor, hand moving from his cheek to caress along one of his horns. Blitz released an approving hum, pulling from the kiss to tap his forehead to (Y/N)’s, eyes closing as he revealed in the gentle touches that brought so much comfort. (Y/N) nuzzled along Blitz’s forehead, caressing her hands all over his torso reminding Blitz she was there, and she wasn’t going to leave. Blitz’s tense muscles slowly relaxed into his mate’s touch, curling up on her with his head tucked under her chin. The kitsune was gently massaging a hand across his shoulders as they lay in comfortable silence.

“Hmm, I love you so much and I don’t deserve you,” Blitz hummed happily

“I love you too and yes, you do deserve me…in fact why don’t I show you how much you deserve me?” (Y/N) corrected as a flirty smirk spread across her features, hand sliding down Blitz’s back to his ass.

“Oh? Got something in mind?” Blitz inquired raising an eyebrow as an equally flirty grin crossed his features.