Look if you don't wanna read about me screaming in fandom hivemind incellulia spectacular, this is a warning, pls look away, go do something more fun, or something, idk.
*regurgitates idea like bird*
Stolitz Dancer AU!
Stolas is a choreographer, Blitzo is a performer.
Blitzo is yeah ur usual boi aligning w the helluvaboss plot, coming from not very much privilege, had to work his ass off to get to where he be now. His previous job before he crashed unceremoniously into the perfoming arts scene cursing about fizzaroli, was a guy of a trained private hire security squad that like, assisted the cia, or something. He has a gun yes, and that was all he cared about, besides horses. He doubles as stolas's bodyguard if the plot requires it, still, hence, because, he can do guns. Quality time with daddy. No, no I will never get over that sce-
Stolas is yes rich high fluffy goetia boy of the privilege yes. Again following series, coming from a long generational line of wealthy predecessors of the field, raised to be heir of goetia fam, was given the heck of a library, much knowledge babie, very learn, was hatched, and dancing, as soon as he could walk. what is autonomy, and can you eat it. It's what he's supposed to do, right? Well, nevermind because in any case he is very good at it. Hence he'd made a name for himself, despite holding and inheriting the family name. Privilege didn't have to raise a fine man, when it could raise a spoiled bastard reliant on capitalism, but yet, here we are. Intelligent, charismatic, very talented, and always, always somehow wiser than his years might tell, leading to a depth and myriad of stunning performances, dances, of absolutely anything, perfected and polished by yours truly. An artist both respected, and feared.
One day stolas gets a viktor nikiforov style call from Blitzo's management, specifically, Blitzo's team, it is not moxie on the line, it is not. He is not on 4 hours of sleep, no, you're tired, not him.
It's Blitzo's request. He wants to work with him. Stolas.
THE Blitzo.
The fastest risen artist in the past decade that hit like a car outta nowhere.
AND BOY, DO PEOPLE LOVE THE FIRE.
Feral amoral asshole genius man has blazed his trail of never before perceived depth, to the name of his field, relatively new and a few years in. Banger tunes that made ears feel novel, performances that were only described as 'breathtaking'. Productionally, a revolutionary, who somehow decided that he was gonna start scream singing his death metal rendition of some equivalenth of baby shark in a grocery store, improv-ed off the supermarket radio, and garnered an audience of about a hundred, and an online audience of about too many times of that for Stolas to feel chill about this.
He's had fans screaming at his stages, and fighting rabidly for the tickets, of which, a, lucrative, amount, flagged up onto a lucrative place at an incredibly, lucrative, price. And, no, it wasn't because he was a hot- no, no gotta keep it professional, gotta keep it together, no, can't be dangerously hor- no, not while they are supposed to produce together. He must uphold, his very best, yes.
The last conversation Stolas had had with the man, also very yuri on ice, had left him with a piece of, something, in his heart, that he could not forget. What exactly was it?
He'd keep that a secret to himself.
Better for himself, than to someone who's gonna tease him endlessly for it, you know?
Anyway, he had been offered to choreograph one of his performances for a new song.
So yeah cool shit ig wtv, they gotta meet up to collaborate so i can write interactions, and for stolas to nail the choreo with him in person, for the best of results, so he can guide out and polish it for the best. And Blitzo thought, capable as this unpredictable smartass is, that for this once, he could hella learn a lot of shit from this guy. And delete verosika from the scene. He is the best after all. Nothing else.
Nothing else.
Stolas and Blitzo do a plane and meet because planes exist here.
Stolas has a heart attack when he sees blitzo for the first time. Because he is famous, and lives, completely and genuinely, the name he had made for himself, in what, 3 years?!
He is also hot, and well fuck, he can't fucking deny this anymore, his eyes are having a field day, and his face is tomatoed at this point, or at least, it feels that way. Blitzo would probably have said something if it were that visible, anyway.
Holy shi- Anyway, they bleehblah bloohblah more shit happens, they dance, sexual tension or something, i dont know, im just recalling that 1 klance fic from ye old days.
INSERT THAT 1 SWAY ANIMATIC. They dance on tables. Because they are table hoppers.
Yes.
This is prob at some banquet formality scenario, prob nearing the actl performance, like some sort of acquaintance rich people party.
Maybe they're getting real close now. Its getting pretty.
Pretty.
But, aha yeah blitzo has the same issues helluva boss portrayed, does not like love, he's been avoiding the entire thing schtick he has with stolas, insert that 1 scene of one of the eps, the uh captured by the humans spy guys one where stolas goes to save him and he has an acid trip, where hes like chained by stolas, sitting atop a flight of stairs, and stolas is pulling him closer. Maybe because it will trap him again, relationships are his glorified chain prisons, anyway. He'd escape, if he could, but every attempt he makes to hack stolas' social media account to post memes on his main,
Has him going places he'd never thought he'd go.
So, how would it all play out? Will they make it a hell of a show? Will Blitzo nail his epic stunt, and throw in an unholy amount of fireworks again? Will Stolas remain composed, around his new, and growing, celebrity crush? Will stolas eat blitzo's pet rat?
Idk depends on if this gets written or no it just came to mind and I wrote it
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Collab | Kozume Kenma
Summary | Fans of you and Kenma wanted a collab, but didn't realise you've been together for a year
Content | Fluff, I guess kinda hidden relationship
Word Count | 0.5k
A/N | I like the idea of this, I might rewrite this to be longer at some point
Fans of both you and Kenma have been begging for a collab between you two for a long time. People had started to realise that you followed each other on Twitter and would regularly reply to each other.
When someone asked about the possibility of a collab between the two of you, you confirmed that you'd like to, and that you've known Kenma since high school.
Many collabs later, you're sat in your gaming chair playing League of Legends on stream with Kodzuken.
"Kodzu, you're pretty cute, you know," you say into your microphone, smiling. He immediately starts stumbling over his words, blushing slightly.
You giggle, glancing at his stream on your third monitor, watching him struggle with his words, face dusted with pink. Switching your attention to your chat, you smile at the chat messages flying in.
"Come on, don't do that to me," he mutters, getting his focus back on the game.
Smiling, you shake your head slightly, muting yourself briefly to talk to your chat, laughing at how many people are enthusiastically agreeing or questioning you. You don't respond to any of the questions, just smiling at them.
A while later, you glance at your chat and a certain question jumps out at you. "Hey, Kodzu."
He hums in response to you, taking a sip of either water or some other drink in a G-Fuel cup.
"Are we ever gonna meet up in person?" you ask, repeating the question asked to you in your chat.
He chokes a little on his drink but manages not to spit it everywhere, placing the cup back down. He stumbles over his words for a moment before his response comes. "I'd like to."
You giggle, looking at the chat messages coming in calling you guys cute, saying they ship you guys, or expressing jealousy of either one of you.
"Yeah? I'd like that a lot, Kodzuken," you whisper in a jokingly flirty voice. The look on his face makes you laugh.
Not long later, you both say goodbye to your chats and end your streams. You and Kenma stay on the Discord call once the streams are finished.
"So," you smirk, leaning forward with your head resting on your hand "When are we meeting in person?" you ask teasingly.
He rolls his eyes at you. "You're such an asshole sometimes," he says before ending the call.
With a smile, you lean back in your gaming chair. Only a moment later, the door swings open, your boyfriend walking in.
"You know what calling me cute and stuff on stream does to me," he complains, pouting slightly.
Laughing, you hold your arms out to him. "I know, I know, but I just can't resist! You're way too cute!"
He shakes his head but walks over to let you hug him anyway, even though he doesn't hug you back. "If you keep acting like that, they're gonna figure out we've been dating for ages," he says, hiding his soft smile in your hair.
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