Striker x Y/n · Y/n story by @Akari231

The Wrath Ring sun beat down hard on the rust-red dirt, baking the air thick with heat and the faint smell of brimstone. The ranch sprawled before you, a crooked collection of wooden buildings and corrals that stretched toward jagged mesas on the horizon.

Millie

Home sweet home! Momma’s gonna have supper goin’, I guarantee it.

Moxxie

climbing out more carefully, adjusting his vest It’s… rustic. Charming, in a terrifying sort of way.

Blitzø

throwing the driver’s door open and practically tumbling out Alright, team! Vacation mode engaged! I’m talkin’ hayrides, moonshine, and maybe seein’ if anyone around here knows how to wrestle a hellhog.

He paused, squinting past the porch. His eyes landed on a figure leading a massive, scarred horse from the barn.

Blitzø

grinning like he just won the lottery Well, well. Who’s the cowboy?

The man was tall for an imp, broad-shouldered, with a weathered face and a confident swagger as he approached. His tail swayed lazily behind him, the rattle at its tip hissing softly with each step.

Striker

tipping his hat Howdy. Y’all must be Millie’s crew.

Millie

Striker! Ain’t seen ya since last harvest! jogging over to clasp his hand Momma hire you on full-time now?

Striker

Sure did. Somebody’s gotta keep Bombproof from runnin’ circles around yer daddy.

His gaze drifted past Millie. It settled on you, standing near the van. He tilted his head slightly, a slow, easy smile spreading across his face.

Striker

voice dropping just a bit And who’s this?

Blitzø

elbowing you with more force than necessary That’s Y/n. My best fuckin’ employee. Go on, say hi.