Blitz's POV
Moxxie and mille had gone back to the house because mox was being a whiny bitch about not being able to win any of the games. I chuckled to myself thinking back to his words before 'i have some fight in me' well he definitely does but not in this sense I appreciate millie and how she was there for him all the time they're a couple I aspire myself to have someday...with stolas? Maybe. I looked over as I sat by the stage as he walked and picked up the microphone which was only as tall up to his waist
Tall lanky mother fucker he was "My dear commoners of the ring of wrath, I stolas of the Ars Goetia hereby curse this years harvest with the glow of the true harvest moon" looking over at me waving his long fucking bird fingers opening a portal revealing a bright moon i roll my eyes and go back to the house which wasn't far from the stage I had already been runner up so that was enough out here.
Going back to the house I go inside and they're not in the kitchen or the living room "Hey M&M?" I call out. No answer. I hear something upstairs, I chuckle and go up the stairs i look in a couple doors but they're not there, another shuffle i chuckle preparing to walk in on them fucking like rabbits, not that I haven't seen it before because as vanilla as M&M are they make missionary look relatively exciting
"Okay M&M on the job? Really-" I look to see striker. I didnt realize he had come back to the house...he's holding a fucking carmine gun? I pull my pistol hold it to his head seeing he has the scope on stolas!? "Uhm excuse me- The fuck!?!?" He puts the gun down slightly turning to me with that shit eating grin on his face for some reason always brings a knot into my stomach "Blitz! I thought you were still at the ceremony" giving him a Wtf look "you thought i wanted to stand around with a buncha hillbillies exited about corn and shit with a thirsty owl on stage?" Still pointing my gun ready to fight him thinking back i actually invited him to IMP "well now you seem disappointed in me" he stands leaving the gun proped on the windowsill "well im not a fan of someone I offered a job to about to off my easiest lanky ticket to earth behind my back" I glare as he smirks to me
'goddamnit why is his smile so alluring' i curse to myself internally "Blitz come on you know the two of us are superior than most of our kind" he walks towards me my gun inches from his chest "and you were so above sucking on a disgusting rich pompous goetia. Only to sneak topside for scraps and work for bitter sinners who could care less who you are" his words pierced me like a knife that was seemed to always be planted behind my back I wince at the thought of him bringing up stolas "when you could be slaying overlords" I spin around and hold my gun out again as he walks behind me "why struggle to run a business that is rigged against you" my brows furrow as a frown starts to appear on my face knowing my business really is...knowing stolas is really the only thing keeping it going...was I protecting him? Or my business...id like to think both because of my mixed feelings with stolas which I would probably never own up to i never did with others in the past. My business that keeps myself busy enough I dont need to deal with other life issues. He spun me around grabbing my waist sending a cold shiver up my spine pushing me into a wall his breath on my ear "when you could partner up with me...and kill the unkillable" my breath hitches in my throat as I lower my gun looking into his yellow eyes his grin still planted there face inches away...the knot in my stomach three times as big. Why was I attracted to him. Power? Looks? The fact that he was overtop of me right now catching me completely off guard? Perhaps all the above i grin and look up "striker" I breathe as he leans in closer feeling his body heat radiate as hot as the sun makes me sweat, he catches my look grinning wider "Blitzø thought we were fighting right now...?" He teases His grip on my waist tightens I whisper in his ear gasping at his touch "you're playing a dangerous game here cowboy"
Authors note: let me know if anyone wants this to be more than a one shot next part should be out soon <3
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StrikerxBlitzø One shot (Smut)
Fantasyharvest moon festival (Blitzo POV) Not knowing fully why he's attracted to striker. Power? looks? Good at what he does? possibly all the above but even though he was just trying to kill his ticket to the living world there was something about how...
