Fanfiction [Multi-Fandom] (Requests: Open)

Blitzø x Fem!Reader

Blitzø - Helluva Boss

Request: This was requested by a friend of mine that is undeniably, Mrs.Cipher herself. Now, she didn't give an outline/scenario, so I'm going to place it in the first episode! Do I care if it's not canon anymore? No. Am I using this as an excuse to rewatch, potentially, the whole series..? MAYBE.

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Anyway!

Background:

Reader is a sinner that was originally murdered by some self proclaimed (psychotic) saint/savoir, and she wasn't meeting his standard of being a "good christian." Reader does lean quite a bit towards atheism here. So! Reader hires Blitz to [Unalive] him, he also ends up in hell. What a surprise..!

Story outline I have chosen:

Reader works with Blitz, and knows the whole... deal.. Going on with him and Stalos. But, it's no secret that they're down right in love with each other. Well- It is a secret to Blitz, 'cause he is the king at not knowing how feelings work, nor how to read them.

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With busy streets and honking cars, a meeting took place in a fairly sorry excuse for a work studio.

Blitz paces at the front of the room. He claps to get our attention before speaking, "All right, now I know business has been a.. bit slow..." He moves one hand to his hip, keeping one in the air to emphasize his words, "lately, yes. It's no one's fault! Okay?" I look at him with an eyebrow raised as he brings his hands up, fully facing us. Ya' Know he's going to blame... *someone* He hits his hands on the table we sit at. "I'm not naming any names here-" here it comes.. I sigh at what's coming next. "Moxie."

I, and Moxie give Blitz the same look. "Now.. I don't think it's his fault..." I mutter, slinking back into my chair.

"Now, does anyone have any bright ideas?" Moxie's face now looks completely with discuss as he looks at him, to which I snort at. Blitz looks at me, having a short lived smile gracing his lips, before looking forward, and continuing his lecture. "On how we can get business drummin' up again?!"

Me, having shortly spaced out, while looking in the general direction of Blitz, *totally not /at/ him*, I jump as Millie enthusiastically suggests, while standing on her seat and leaning over the table with one hand; "What. About. A car wash?"

"Why a car wash..?" I ask, "To be frank, it really mostly helps with school fundraisers... in the living world."

With his arms crossed, he brings an argument to Millie, "Yes, what [Name] said. And this is Hell, Millie." He throws his arms out, "No one care about CARS BEING CLEAN HERE! Okay?!" He rubs his temples, before getting quite the mood change. "Oh- What about a billboard?" I swear on Satan's red Hell, that he just summoned sparkles out of thin-air with the childish-cheeky attitude. Cute...

Moxie looks to the side, "We can't afford a billboard, Sir-" being interrupted with Blitz sliding next to him, and throwing his arm around his shoulders.

"Helpful, Moxie. Really glad you're in the room right now."

"This room is drowning with sarcasm, my dear, Blitz~" I say, with my cheek propped up on my palm, a straight face, and almost hooded eyes.

Blitz looks at me with a flushed look, and jutted out lips, almost a pout, before clearing his throat, and continuing to speak.

Well... not before throwing Moxie off his seat. Poor guy.