#the way he smiled while Stolas was laughing his ass off

[diabloku]

I love himmmmm

He's a cutie pie 🥹

I wanna trust him, they were too cute when they were dancing! The way he flew to make Stolas turn? 😭 💜

I still believe in Stolitz being endgame but I want this cute interaction with Stolas and that CUTE INCUBUS to be genuine 🙏

[penelope-potter]

How Did You Know This Feeling?~

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel/ Helluva Boss Pairing: Alastor x Fem! Owl Hybrid! Reader + (Stolas x Reader) Summary: You are very good friends with the Owl King Stolas. However, after a while he called you over for a shoulder to cry on because of his heartbreak from Blitzo. You were gone straight away to help your dear friend, but not leaving your own crush Alastor slightly jealous, so he follows you. Warnings: No one

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You sat on the couch, next to an old antic telephone. You sighed. Charlie came up with the great idea to bring a phone inside the lobby, in hope that more sinners were about to call and check in. You didn't really liked the idea of letting other filthy demons who might not take all this seriously in, but the princess of hell seemed so eager about this, so you just volunteered to be the secretary in hope to tell if there are false tongues under it. Now you regret it, because for at least the twentieths time some dickhead called, only to laugh at you for being so stupid and open up a hotel. You were more cursing and screaming into the phone than to actually take a new resident in. Charlie stood there for a while, nervously tapping with her foot and biting her nails. "I think it was a bad idea..." She said finally, after you slammed the listener back to it’s station. You took in a deep breath before turning to her, smiling thin. "No Charlie it was a good idea. But it was obvious that this were going to happen or?" She just nodded. "I just thought that would be easier to actually bring more sinners to our hotel..." She said again, a sad expression on her face. You sighed and got up. "Don't be so sad, you know I can't take that." You smiled and hugged her side. "You know, Someday someone who actually feel like redeeming will call. And I will be there to guide them to us. After I inspected them of course." She smiled with big eyes at you, wiping around her right eye to hide the tear which was slipping out. "You sure you want to continue the job? You sounded very angry a few minutes ago..." "Noo, I just got a bit emotional that's all..." You laughed and waved it off. She was right, it pissed you off in every way possible. But you didn't wanted to disappoint her, so- how bad could this job be, sitting around and arguing with some wanna-be-sinners? "Alright. Thank you (Y/N)." "Anytime."

You smiled and went back to your little cozy place. Today was a calm, quite day. You placed a notebook, a pen and your already third tea on the table in front of the sofa and watched the phone silently. It was Alastor's he brought in one day after Charlie told him so. You didn't know if it was an actual phone which was for sale anywhere or just a magic appearance of his. However, you liked it. It was red and blue with golden ornaments, and it reminded you a bit of Stolas. You saw him rarely since you met him. You also never got the chance to change numbers, so you would have to travel a mile to visit him. After a while the phone ringed again, and you jumped slightly. Great, another dumb ass. You sighed and took the receiver to your ear. "Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel, where sinners are going to be winners in no time! How can I help you?" You said in a placed on cheery voice and rolled your eyes, ready to scream at anyone who might as well fuck you up today. "(Y/N)? Oh for hell's sake I'm so glad to hear from you!" You knew this voice. "Stolas? Is- is it you?" You sat up and your smile grew wider. "Of course! I wanted to call you so much earlier but I couldn't find a way to contact you..."

The two of you talked for hours it seemed, you, already forgetting that you're technically at work and blocked the whole line, but you just hoped that no one who actually wanted to be redeemed, was in line waiting. You didn't even realized that a certain demon appeared right behind you in the room, curious looking over at you, wondering with who you might talk so happily about. After a while he recognize the way you talked with them and his smile stiffened. Stolas. It was not as if he didn't liked you, having a friend of high royalty. It wasn't the fact that you seemed to be so light headed around him, talking with him for so long already, you shifted the receiver to your other hand, and it definitely wasn't the fact that he was a bit jealous of him. He shook his head surprised. Why does he fretting about some demon king talking with you? It drove him insane how you made him feel. You talked with him too, and you could also share long talk sessions. But it never was this exiting like it was with him. He noticed how your expression looked like, so relaxed and calm. You played with the cable string of the phone, and your leg was bouncing up and down from the couch rest. With him you always were stiffed, attentive and careful. You laughed too, but there was always something holding you back to be your whole true self. Oh how badly he wanted you to talk with him like you did with Stolas. He wanted you to swing your legs over his armchair, and title your head to your side, playing with a book of his shelf which was long forgotten or to grab his arm in excitement. He only realized how hard he grabbed his cane, as his fingers began to shake. "Oh...I'm so sorry Stolas. I didn't knew that he's feeling this...kind of way about you." His ears peeked up. You shifted your body down to place your elbow on your knee. You listened for a while until he went a few steps up to his left to see your expression. It was sad, understanding. Like you always were when someone is having a bad day. You were always the one someone could go to when they have a problem. You were an angel, and god knows why you end up here.

You started to play with the cable string again, but this time more stiffened. "Please don't cry. I-I would love to help you somehow...yes I know, I know..." He came closer until he was standing a few feet behind the couch. "Okay you know what? I will talk to my boss Charlie if I can take two days off and come to your place." And instant urge of madness flowed inside him and his smile twitched at the edges. You were about to visit him? All alone among the sinners? It was not like he didn't trusted you in your ability to help yourself, but it made him uncomfortable letting you go alone. He wanted to keep you safe, no matter what. Another thing what was going on inside him for the second you walked through the doors of the hotel. He started to think that he grew some kind of attachment for you... "Don't worry Stolas. I'll talk with her. It's only two days." You said goodbye to him and hang on. As you turned around you jumped and let out a terrified gasp. "Al! Geez don't scare me like that!" His heart fluttered by the nickname you gave him. "Oh I'm sorry sweetheart, I just came by and heard you talking. Who was it, a sinner?" He asked Innocent, your body already stiffened up. He could scratch his nails on the soft fabric of the couch rest. "No it was Stolas. My- my friend. Poor thing, he is heart broken because of his unrequired love for Blitzo..." You said, he noticed your also sad expression. "I don't want him to feel that way, so I will talk to Charlie if I can have two days off, so I can give him company." It costs his best to stay calm, and not letting his anger took the hand over him. You didn't done anything wrong, it was him who was the problem. "Oh that's unfortunate to hear. But don't you think it's a long way to his palace only for two days? You already need a day to walk to him alone..." He said, the grip on his cane more harder than usual you thought. "Uhm yes I know, but when I leave today, I might be there by him till daytime so-" "Don't you think he can handle this...problem on his own?" He said, his smile wider and his eyes more narrowed to slits. You could feel your heart skipped a beat. Obviously he couldn't know- he doesn't love anyone and never got his heart broken then. The fact that he's saying this to the person who loves him and knows exactly how it feels like being trapped in a one sided love, only makes it worse. "No he can't Alastor." You said slightly angered, his eyes opened up a bit surprised. "It's not so easy as you might think. I know that you don't understand those feelings, and be glad about it. But let me tell you it's not a joke." You sighed. "It really feels like someone is about to rib your heart out of your chest, and the worst thing about is that you love this person anyway..." You ended your sentence only for him to grew more curious. "How did you know that feeling so well sweetheart?"

You stared at him blankly, your head empty and not a single thought seemed to enter your mind for him to give. The only thing that came close to was Fuck, but you couldn’t give this to him now. “I…” You started as the door flew open and Angel came in together with Husk. They looks darted to you and their chatter got quite in an instant. “Sorry, we interrupting?” Husk asked, more you than him. “Uhm n-no not at all!” You said jumping off the sofa. “Do you know where Charlie is?” You changed the subject, while you could feel the look from the demon behind you stabbing holes in your back. “Uhm she’s in the kitchen, trying some new stuff…” Angel said, and looked between Alastor and you, clearly smelling the thick air. “Thank you!” You turned on your heels and gave the deer demon just a slightly side eye. “I’m sorry, can we talk later?” You had to admit, this was the shittiest idea that ever popped into your mind. What is he going to think about you now? You found Charlie in the kitchen, and you talked with her. “Your friend Stolas? Oh no I’m so sorry for him!” She said and nodded understanding. You told her that you really wanted to help him, and that you asked her to give you two days off. She agreed, you knew she would. Bless her soul. After a while you told the others that you would be gone, still feeling a bit guilty for reject your new task, but Charlie told you it was okay. The sinners need their time anyway. Alastor was always at your side, next to you at the dinner table and even as you packed some things into an old backpack that looked similar to the one you had when you were alive. “Are you sure this will do their need?” He asked, standing in the door and tapping your backpack with the tip of his cane. “I just stay for two days, this is more than I need.” You said, glad that he didn’t insist on his question. Well, you couldn’t just tell him that he was the problem why you knew this kind of pain don’t you? “You are probably right dearest…” You smiled softly at his words. He always calls you differently than the others. I’ts always dearest instead of dear. It’s sweetheart and not darling. You felt special. A little too special maybe. The sting in your heart grew bigger with each second you thought about it and with each step you took with him outside to the lobby to in front of the hotel doors. “Well...I think I’m going now-” “I have to interrupt you sweetheart.” He said, holding up his index finger. “Why?” You asked. “I would be a total fool for letting you go this way all alone.”

Your heart began to race. “O-oh, oh you don’t have to come with me Al. I know you’re busy and- and well I know the way…” Alastor shook his head. “I couldn’t bear the guilt for letting you go alone only to find you tortured by some kind of filthy sinners or Overlords…” “I can protect myself Al.” “Oh I never doubt this. But what gentleman would I be, when I don’t walk my dearest girl to her friend?” His smile grew a bit softer and thinner until he gave you a mouth-closed smile. His eyes were filled with something you could spot as admiration, but you quickly shook this thought off. It was your imagination running wild again, nothing else. “Alright then.” He was happy about your accepting, you could see it in the way his eyes widened. You’ve spent enough time to admire him for afar, studying his features like a little girl with her first crush. It also felt like he is the only true love you ever experienced. Too bad it was all in your head and nothing real. You enjoyed the walk with him, even though you tried constantly your hardest to keep your heart in a steady beat and prayed he didn’t noticed the racing of your veins against his arm as he offered it to you for you to cling in. He was warm against you, even through his coat. He was taller than you which was nothing new, he was taller than the most of the sinners. His smile was easy, his eyes relaxed an a bit lidded like the explanation of bedroom eyes, which made him look ironically more attractive. If he would stand in your room like this, you wouldn’t be able to hold yourself… You turned your gaze away from him in embarrassment. “Tell me sweetheart, you didn’t answered my question earlier…” You heart skipped a beat as you tried your hardest to look at a building with a bright neon font spelling: “Step on Me.” “Oh yes well…” You turned your head in his direction. You had to come up with a solution, and it have to be a damn good one so he wouldn’t get suspicious. “Why do you want to know this so bad?” You awkwardly asked, as he just blinked. “Hmm...I really want to know who I have to kill for making you feel this way…” He entangled his fingers to sharp claws. You love his hands. The sharp nails always managed to run shivers down your spine whenever he touches you. You would have laughed at his words, because he would have to kill himself to actually hold his word. “No. No you better not…” You said laughing. “No come on, you can trust me dearest. I’m almost offended that you won’t tell me.” “I just could have guessed how it feels like don’t I?” “Nonsense, I saw the look on your face. After all you are not hard to read sweetest. Even though I adore this in you, this could also be your dead end. In this world…” He suddenly came incredible close to you as he stopped you in your walking. “I wouldn’t want you to feel those things sweetest. So, could you tell me? Please?”

His gaze and the fact that he actually said ‘please’ to you, only you made your heart stutter and your breath irregular. “Hmm...maybe I’ll tell you when I’m back. What about that?” You tried to be teasing, and he titled his head with a grin but also slightly annoyance. “Promise me~?” He sung and the desire to grab his face in your hands was almost unbearable. “Yes...promised.” You two continued standing in the middle of the streets, in the Lust Ring, and staring at each other. You two were the odd picture in the middle of filthy, dirty minded heads who are more interested in fucking another than to actually love another. You stared at him with so much love in your eyes that it made his heart sting. You were so pure. He could never understand the desire to touch anybody's body in certain ways, not in his live or in this afterlife as well. And it changed completely when he’s looking at you right now. Suddenly he felt the urge to wrap his arms around you, to smell your scent which were always around him whenever you were near, to trade kisses along your neck. Nothing like the things those filthy, perverted creatures in this ring might crave, but a loving gesture what this act is all about. He truly loved you. And it hit him deeper than the bullet with he was shot. His heart began to race and suddenly he was very aware of the close distance between you both so he stepped back a bit. “Well then...I look forward to hear the answer from you when I lead you back.” He said now in a raspy voice. The static almost completely gone, you shuddered. “Oh you don’t have to do this Al. I know you don’t like this place and the other neither…” He waved it off, his claws only inches away from your shoulder as he grabbed you gently on your upper back. “That is alright. I don’t have to stay here, I just travel right through it. Don’t break your pretty little head about it.” You gave him a crooked smile as you two walked further. By the time you got more relaxed, slowly becoming the person you really are. His heart fluttered in excitement. Your wings spread towards the sky as you told him a story how you met Stolas the first time. The blue neon lights hits you on the right spots, your face was so bright in this moment and your wings had a silver shimmer in it. The black of your heart shaped antlers reminded him of black gold, and your eyes...the animalistic it brought with it, and your real eye color was breathtaking. You looked like a goddess. Finally there, you thanked him again for walking with you. “I see you in two days. But don’t think I’ll ignore your broadcasts because I’ll still listen to them.” You laughed and he smiled, and his smile reached his eyes completely. “Oh I do hope so sweetheart!” He placed his hands on the top of his cane. “I wish you luck for making your friend feel better…” At the mention of Stolas his eyes got the mix of darkness. Was he jealous? “Yes me too…” You smiled at him. “Well then-” “Can I ask you one more thing before you go?” You stopped him, why did you stopped him? It was the question which itched you more than anything right now. “Yes dearest?”

You hesitated. “Why do you call me differently than the others? Not that I don’t like it, it’s just…” You stopped. Messing with your heart. “Unusual.” He had to thought for a moment because he stood still and avoided your gaze. Instead he looked at the sky. “Well… you are different from the others. So I might like to call you different names.” He looked back at you again, and you almost jumped at the sight of him. His red eyes a warm cherry red, and his pupils dilated. “Those phrases were nothing rare from the decade I came from…” He walked to you a few steps until he stood right before you. “Sweetheart was used for someone you found dearly…” He took your chin in his hands. “Dearest was for someone you laid an eye on for a long time…” He pulled your face closer to his, and took his time to scan your features. “And sugar…” He looked at your lips for a brief second before locking eyes with you again. “Was for someone you were in love with. The young boys would call them baby but I find sugar is much more fitting for you.” You forget how to breath until you could feel your head heated up so you just smiled shyly. “O-okay...that’s interesting to hear. You know how much I love your timeline…” You said. It was the truth you like the time he was from. But the sudden touch was more than enough to make you completely flustered already. He chuckled. “Yes I know…” He titled his head and swung on his heels. “Well then, I’ll see you in two days. Remember, when anything goes wrong and the king will not be able to protect you from it, just call my name and I will be here. I will hear it.” He said, looking over his shoulder. “Yes...yes sure. Goodbye.” “Goodbye. Sugar.” Your smile was replaced with shock as he was swallowed up by his demons in an instant. As you walked in to Stolas palace you immediately got hugged from your owl friend. “Oh (Y/N) I’m so happy you are here right now!” You rubbed his back. “I know, I just wish I would see you in a less depressive way.” The demon sighed, and wiped his smudged mascara from his cheeks. “I’m so sorry you have to see me in this state. But- I don’t have someone else-” “No, no it’s fine I want to help you you are my friend Stolas…” You said and grabbed his arm. “We can get through this. I’m here now.” He looked at you sadly before leading you into his main room where you placed him on the sofa. “Okay now: talk. I want you to express everything you feel.”

He looked down at his hands. “Blitzo he…” He stopped. “He doesn’t see it. He cannot see the way I feel for him. He was here yesterday.” “He was here? You told him that you-” “Yes…” He nodded. He started to tell you the story what happened, and you tried your best to comfort him. The nights changed into the daytime because it was the only time you could make him a bit happier even just for a little while. “I know how you feel. I got a similar issue…” You told him once you two sat on the carpet and ate ice cream. “I know. You are in love with the worst demon in hell?” He asked. After yesterday he now seemed more stabilized than before. “He’s not always like that. He walked all the way with me here.” Stolas gaze weighted heavy on you. “And...something happened?” You looked at him for a brief moment only to look away. “Yes. Almost. But this is not important right now. I’m here to make you feel better not you taking care of me when nothing actually happened.” You shrugged it off just to pick inside your ice cream, the thoughts far far away. “No tell me about it. It’s far better than to think about my current situation to no end.” You sighed. “Fine. He asked me why I know the feeling of unrequired love so good.” You started and placed the cup next to you. “Oh...and you told him…” “No! No I just dodged out the question the whole time. Now he waits for the answer when he pick me up after tomorrow.” You stared at the ceiling of his. His beautiful star sky felt like the one left on earth, and you smiled sadly. “You know, I never thought that I could love someone like that. It never was like this in my lifetime.. Now that I’ve got him it all feels so surreal. It was the feeling I’ve always wanted, yet when I have it it’s the worst.” You scoffed. “Guess it’s only a good feeling when both are in the same boat.” You looked at Stolas who looked suddenly more sad than ever. You had an idea. “You know what? I’ll go talk to him.” The expression on his face was almost like if you had told him you burned his daughter alive. “What?! No! No you can’t just go talk to him H-he will get mad at you oh he will hate-” “If he’s hating me then I’m fine with that.” You said, a serious tone in your voice. “I’ll go and talk to him. He’s already pissed off so when it’s me he let’s off steam then it’s better as if it was you.” You took his hand in yours. “Don’t hate me but you’re not in the right state for talking with him in the next while. You would let your emotions lead you and I’m neutral about it. I can put the facts on the table, without he hurting

you more.” “I can’t order this from you…” “Yes you can and even if you forbid it to me, I would do it anyway.” You said smiling. “I’ll talk to him tomorrow if that’s better for you. You know to emotionally prepare yourself?” He let out a tired laugh. “Yes this would be nice.” “Good. Alright then. Let’s eat this here up before it gets even more liquid.” You said, grabbing your ice cream cup. When your love story don’t have a happy ending, you might just form one for them.

Alastor was back at the hotel, but he wasn’t really at peace. It was hidden in the little ways that his assumption was indeed right. It was the way how he sat uncomfortable at his seat while dinner, how everyone's chatting made him nervous, or how he couldn’t find a spot to just sit and wait. Those two days were the worst for him and he couldn’t believed that you were the reason for it. “What is wrong with me…” He said to himself after he ended his broadcast. This time it was shorter and felt more like a desperate way of dealing with this feeling until it passes. At the second on time as the next day rises, he stood up a lightness in his steps. He knew he was far too early, but he had an idea. He told Charlie that he’s going to visit Rosie and pick you up after that. She agreed, of course what else so he went straight to her. After all he needed someone who might be able to tell him what’s exactly wrong with him. “Oh Alastor that this would ever happen!” She cheered and her smile wider than anything else. He just rolled his eyes. “Care to tell me Rosie?” She chuckled. “Oh come on I think you know exactly what all of this means, you are just too scared of it actually happening!” He couldn’t ignore the stitch coming with her words, but she was right. He would deny it until the last moment, but this little other thing inside him told him to have hope. Maybe you would accept his courting? “Go and tell her when you pick her up. So many people regret it their whole life for not telling the one their love for them. Or they are too afraid. But you two got the eternity gifted. What could you have possible to lose? It can’t be worse than a no.” “I see that you are clearly not understanding the issue it comes with loving another person…” He said, the grip on his cane firmed. “Yes I do. You never felt this way about someone so you are afraid. But don’t be. Try it. And you’ll see it will work out for both of you.” She laughed. “There must be a reason why the universe waited until your death to let you meet each other.” Yes there must be something. He went straight from Rosie’s to the long road to you. He could have used his shadows to teleport,

but he chose the long way to rethink everything he ever done. It would cost him everything he worked for. Someone could come and rip you apart from him. What if he’s not able to protect you from that? Maybe you could keep it as a secret so no one will know? You would understand that, you always understand everything. But what if you say no? Could he bear the thought of his only and first love saying no to him? He could force you, he had the power. But oh he would never do it. Never to you. He didn’t realized his hands were shaking, of angst. For the first time someone messed with his feelings in such a strange odd way he believed it was only a dream. All in a sudden he was right there and the long way didn’t seemed so long after all. His heart was racing he had to choose now. He wanted you to be with him. He wanted to learn to love, he wanted to try. Oh how he hoped you would try to love him too. All his flaws and his imperfections. To love the monster he was. He searched for you in every corner outside of the palace but couldn’t find you. He didn’t even came close to the door because of the security. Cold terror flooded through his veins. “Find her.” He orders, bringing up his shadow who looked much more terrified than he might look now. It resembles his true emotions after all. The shadow disappeared and Alastor after it. He found you about three blocks away in an old dirty building, your voice banging loudly from the windows. Faster than ever, he teleport himself right on the spot between you and a now utterly confused red hellborn with two large black and white striped horns now were standing. “What the fuck are you doing here, aren’t you her goddamn cru-” “Shut the fuck up Blitzo!” He looked over at you and raised his eyebrows. You looked feral, your features more hellish than before, a clear showing of how angry you must be. Your horns grew fourth the size, your eyes a dangerous light and your wings spread larger and sharper than before. “Whatever. You can go now and stop pissing me off!” Blitzo said and turned around only for you to raise your hand, your sharp claws longer and your power to pull him out of thin air back to you. You were powerful he knows that. And you looked so sinful attractive right now he had to admit. “I’m not finished with you. Can’t you see that Stolas loves you? And you love him too I know it! How can you let him down when it’s the thing you want so bad!” “You know nothing about me!” “Yes I do Blitzo! You are my friend, you brought me here when I first came to hell and I see how you care! Care about everyone in this damn business of yours and Stolas included! You might think you are not worth it or some kind of shit but you do! You do deserve it! Don’t stop the love when it’s giving to you! Do you know how he is feeling? How hard it is to love someone only to know it’s one sided?!” You almost screamed while Alastor stood there and watched you, unsure what to do. “Just because your fucking deer demon don’t love you, it doesn’t mean that I have to accept Stolas!” You froze and you could see the shock running into Blitzo’s jumped expression. He didn’t said that on purpose. But Alastor heard you. Shit.

“Oh fuck, (Y/N) I’m sorry I-” “Don’t apologize to me, apologize to him.” You only said. There was nothing you could do to undo this. You would have to come up with something but not now. Your features changed back to normal as you let out a shaky breath. “I know you well Blitzo. And you know I love you two idiots so please do me a favor and just fucking talk with each other…” You glared at him one last time before turning around and avoided Alastor’s gaze on you. “We can go now. Come.” You said quietly and walked right up to the window because you don’t really had the nerves to run down the entire building. You jumped and flew right to the ground, while Alastor was still standing on his place, looking at Blitzo. “Well I think you are really bad at this. I would be careful in your position…” He said, Blitzo only clenched his teeths. “Fuck off. I really don’t know what she sees in you but I hope you are just half less an asshole with her!” He said and brushed of, slammed the door behind him. A slightly sprinkle of hope flooded him. Was it really right what he heard from the hellborn? He manifested himself on the spot next to the building, only for finding you curled up on the curb, your face in your hands. “Oh sweetheart…” He placed himself next to you, much more closer than he would ever accept it. You wondered that he even sat on the ground with you, but you had other problems right now. You were angry with Blitzo, but this would not have made you this insecure, it was because he couldn’t hold his damn mouth. Alastor didn’t seemed to bother your silent confession to him, but you know you couldn’t just let it hang it in the air forever. “It’s alright. I...I’m just angry at him. But that’s okay. He will talk with him.” The demon looked at you raising an eyebrow. “Well he didn’t seemed like doing so.” You smiled slightly. “Yeah because you don’t know him.” You looked up again. “He took me under his roof before I came to the hotel. I stayed long enough to know that he will talk with Stolas. And to know that he loves him too.” You avoided his intense gaze again. “Well…” You started and got up. “I think I owe you an answer too. Even though you know it thanks to Blitzo…” You hands were sweating, the air got so hot in an instant. He slowly stood up as well, but not taking up space. The opposite, he even moved closer to you. As he tried to say something you quickly cut him off, not wanting to hear the things you fear the most yet. “Please let me talk first okay?” You asked, and breathed in and out. “The reason why I know this feeling of unrequited love so good is because...I’m...uhm I’m in love with- with you. Since a long time. Since the day I came to the hotel when I’m honest. Well it felt

like that for sure.” You started and couldn’t look at him, fixating a spot on his bow tie. “I was so afraid of you finding out and confronting me because you don’t feel those things and now it’s all out. I can’t believe it really. But I didn’t wanted to ruin the bond we build so I just hoped it would go away someday. A-and it will be for sure I just-” You cut yourself off. “You must be hating me right now. I can’t blame you for making fun of me, It’s really dumb from me to believe that someone like you could love someone like me even when it’s not even your fault you can’t feel those things…” You could see his feet moving closer to you so you looked up carefully as he suddenly grabbed your face in his hands and pulled you into a kiss. Your whole body was shaking and stiffened for shock as you shyly grabbed his wrists. His warm lips on yours felt like a piece of heaven and the strands of hair in his so perfectly placed hairstyle tickled you on the cheek. You could hear your heart slamming against your rib cage and you could hear the way he sighed as he pulled away for air. You stared at him, the raw shock in your eyes and lips parted. Oh there you are again, his goddess actually feeling the same way about him as he felt about you. “You are speaking so much nonsense sugar.” He said, his head lowered up to yours, gently grabbing your left hand and guiding it to his chest on the spot where his heart beats. His other hand wrapped around your side keeping you close to him as if you could disappear into thin air if he would not pay attention. “But- but why? You can’t love me, nobody’s ever done that before!” You tried to say but he only softened his smile and raised his finger. “You are a bit like your friend my sweetest. You can’t believe that someone really loves you. But darling I can tell you you drove me insane this whole two days as you were gone, and all the other days since I first met you.” He said, slowly placing his hands on your lower back. You continued to lay yours flat on his chest which were rising up in down in a breathless way, he was breathless. The static in his voice completely gone, what made him even more attractive than he already was. “I must admit to you and only you that I was scared...for once in my entire life.” He said, his eyes gazed over your face and stopped at your lips. “I was scared to have something to lose. But a good friend told me that we have eternity. And...I’m not used to this. But I want to try it. I want to try loving you the right way. When you can bring it over you to love a monster like me.” You were feeling sad for him. Did he really think that you thought about him so low? “You are not a monster.” You began, slowly reaching for his cheek. “Not for me.” You smiled. “We can try this together. We will start slow and take baby steps. Because I want this too.” You leaned your forehead against his. “More than anything.” “Good. Because I’m pretty sure I love you too, more than anything ever in my life next to my mother. Sugar” You smiled. “That’s sweet. And also the nickname.”

He looked at you smiling wider. “It is fitting for you.” He brushed off a strand of hair out of your face as he gazed at you with half lidded eyes. You two came closer until you stopped him gently with your hand on his chest. “You’ll tell me when you’re feeling uncomfortable with anything alright? Let this be our first rule.” “Oh so organized.” He teased and brushed your nose with his. He couldn’t hide the fact that his heart lit up from your words. “I agree. But the same is for you dearest.” You smiled. “Alright.” “May I kiss you now darling? Because the imagination I had of this couldn’t even reach the reality…” You chuckled but couldn’t hide the reddish color of your whole face from him. He chuckled too. He found it amusing how easy you were to fluster. “What’s the matter darling?” You pouted. “Nothing. It’s your choice of words.” You teased. “Oh you mean the fact that I think sinful thoughts about you? Or is it the way I’m calling you?~” You rolled your eyes and pushed him away playfully with your hand. He laughed, a laugh so truly and from the bottom of his heart that it made you melt. He took your hand from his chest and kissed it. Surprised you looked back and gave him a crooked smile. “Maybe it’s also the way you’re acting.” He pulled you close to him again. “Oh sugar you wrapped me around your finger. I’ll be damned…” You leaned your head against his, while stroking through his hair. “You already are. We are both.” A quick kiss from you on his lips made him press his lips against you again in an instant. You smiled as you could hear him sighting and as he got braver to explore your mouth. You let him take the control, wanting him to take the next step when he’s ready. This must be a dream. You thanked Blitzo to the universe that he couldn’t shut his stupid mouth. You hoped they will find their happy ending too, soon.

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The full moon episode killed me so I had to add this trauma somehow :') I hope you like it you all!

[bleucaesura]

STOLITZØ - SIXTY EIGHT

“Everything packed?” Loona tossed a duffel bag on the bed and looked over at Blitzø.

He took a quick glance around the room and nodded. “Yup. That’s everything. Thanks sweetie.”

He smiled lovingly up at her.

Loona rolled her eyes. A smile curled on her lips as she zipped the bag and threw it over her shoulder.

What a great girl.

Blitzø beamed.

“So glad you’re finally outta here!” Millie bounced in place and clapped her hands.

Blitzø laughed.

“And you guys are still ok taking care of stuff at the office for a while longer?” He patted Millie on the shoulder.

Millie swooped him up in a big hug, pinning his arms. He was very appreciative that she wasn’t crushing him like he definitely knew she could.

“Yes, Sir. Of course.” Moxxie stood tall and puffed out his chest.

Blitzø snirked a little laugh.

Thinks he’s the big man now.

“I’m trusting you, Mox.” Blitzø gave him a serious look and a supportive nod.

Moxxie beamed and nodded enthusiastically.

“But seriously. I’m trusting you, Millie.” Blitzø leaned close to Millie and whispered. “Don’t let Moxxie touch ANYTHING. Don’t let your husband f*ck up my business.”

Millie released Blitzø from their hug, smiled mischievously and gave him a wink. Moxxie was too busy riding his imaginary praise high to notice.

“Come on, hun.” Millie grabbed Moxxie by the hand. “Let’s get goin. Places to be!”

“Oh. Yes. Right!” Moxxie shook off his stupor, clasped his wife’s hand and followed her to the door.

“Bye, Sir!” Moxxie waved. “See you soon!”

“Not if I see you first!” Blitzø called after him, waggling his eyebrows, and winking.

Millie giggled and pulled Moxxie out the door. But not before Moxxie flipped Blitzø off.

Blitzø laughed and smiled to himself. Things were feeling normal again. Better than normal.

He heard a portal open and close and shortly afterwards Octavia came into the room.

“Via!” Stolas walked over and gave her a big hug.

“Hey, dad.” She smiled and hugged him back. “Just got here and sent Millie and Moxxie on their way.”

“I’m so proud of you.” Stolas beamed with pride. “You’ve gotten so good with your portals in such a short time.”

“Thanks, dad.”

“Yeah, kiddo.” Blitzø came over and pulled her tuque down a little over her eyes, and ruffled her head feathers with it. “You’re getting really good.”

Octavia swatted Blitzø away and fixed her hair. She turned away to put her hat back on, and Blitzø was sure he could see a little blush on her cheeks.

“Yeah… Whatever…” She muttered.

SO. DAMN. CUTE.

“Ok, dad. Enough of that.” Loona gave Blitzø a little shove to move him away from Octavia.

“I’ve got everything.” She shook the bag on her shoulder. “Remember! No heavy lifting. Don’t physically over-exert yourself - you’re still healing.” She glared at him.

“I know, Loony.”

“I know you’re stronger now and everything.” She looked at her feet. “But no running a marathon or a bullsh*t equivalent.” She shunted a glare at Stolas.

Stolas shot up straight and flushed.

“I promise, sweetie.” Blitzø put a hand on her arm. “No race running or whatever for me. Just kicking back on the couch and laying in bed for me.”

Loona squinted at him, then at Stolas. She huffed.

Octavia stifled a laugh.

“Ok. Fine.” Loona nodded at Octavia and she began to form a portal. “You and Stolas go ahead and I’ll meet you at home.”

Stolas beamed. “As long as you’re ok to have me over, Blitzø?”

Blitzø winked and took his hand. Stolas blushed.

“Ok sweetie!” He pulled Stolas over to the portal and turned to wave at the girls. “I love you, Loony! Bye, Via!”

Octavia and Loona looked at each other and grinned.

Wait… I’m not sure I like those smiles… The f*ck?

Octavia finished the portal and the girls shoved their fathers through.

Stolas and Blitzø landed on their asses in the front hall of Stolas’s manor.

“Don’t you DARE go anywhere until you’ve sorted all your sh*t out!” Loona yelled from the other side of the portal.

“Toodles!” Octavia waved teasingly.

Like that the portal was gone. And they were left there on the cold floor, stunned and confused.

“I’m not sure if I should be more proud…” Blitzø turned to look at Stolas. “Or afraid…”

“Hmm.” Stolas responded.

They looked at each other. Blitzø got up and went to the front door. He wasn’t sure what he was looking for, since he didn’t plan on leaving anyway, but when he opened it, he certainly didn’t expect to see what he did.

Millie and Moxxie. They smiled mischievously and waved from across the courtyard. Millie was holding a bat with nails, Moxxie a crossbow.

Stolas poked his head over Blitzø, they looked at each other and slowly backed into the manor and closed the door.

“Guess they mean business, huh?” Blitzø looked up at Stolas.

Just then Blitzø got a text on the spare phone Loona had activated for him while he was in the hospital.

‘Just here to make sure you don’t try and run again!’ Millie wrote.

Cute. Real f*cking cute guys.

Blitzø glared at his phone, tilting the screen so Stolas could read it from behind him.

He sent her back a middle finger.

‘Just want what’s best for y’all’ followed by many hearts and kissy faces.

“It’s kind of your family to care.” Stolas placed his hands on Blitzø’s shoulders and leaned down to kiss him on the cheek.

Blitzø grumbled, tossed the phone on the nearest side table and stomped away, no clear destination in mind.

Stolas easily caught up.

“What’s the matter, darling?”

“I don’t want to be the guy who runs away anymore.” He hunched his shoulders, clenched his fists at his sides and picked up his pace. “I don’t want to be seen as that guy anymore either.”

Stolas caught one of his hands and stopped him.

“Then… Perhaps.” He bent down until their faces were side by side. “You could stop running?”

Blitzø jolted and looked at Stolas.

“I’m…I’m not..” His voice wavered, tears choking in this throat.

Stolas smiled sadly.

“Not very well, I grant you. Your legs ARE very short and you weren’t going very fast...” He trailed off.

Blitzø glared at him.

“But you left me behind, darling.” Stolas squeezed his hand. “I had to follow if I wanted to be a part of whatever you’re going through.”

Blitzø staggered back in horror.

“I’ve been… I can’t believe I…” He looked down at his shaking hands. He started to hyperventilate. “I’ve been running from everything…”

“Darling.” Stolas clasped his hands in his own and knelt before him. “My precious, Blitzø. You don’t need to run. But know that, as long as you want me, I’ll always follow.”

Tears streamed down Blitzø’s face.

I can’t believe it took me so long to let myself love this idiot….

He threw his arms around Stolas’s neck and hugged him tightly.

Stolas held him and whispered little ‘there, there’ s. He quietly cooed deep in his chest, helping to calm Blitzø immensely.

Stolas let Blitzø cry for as long as he needed; ever patient, always kind. He never wanted to let go.

“I don’t want to keep running.” Blitzø sniffled. “I don’t want to be alone anymore… I want to stay… Stay here with you.” He buried his face in Stolas’s feathers, breathing in the familiar smell.

“Then stay.” Stolas held him close. “And I’ll never let you feel alone again.”

*****

[anothergameofwickedgrace]

Some fluffy Stolitz smut for your enjoyment.

Pairing: Blitzø x Stolas

~3,500 words

Relevant tags: Established Relationship, Pegging, Praise Kink, Bottom!Blitzø

AO3 Link

My Turn

The hallway corridor was dimly lit as the two demons made their way clumsily down it. Blitzø had both legs and his tail wrapped around Stolas's waist, hands holding his face as his mouth worked hotly against the prince's. Stolas had one arm wrapped around his back to keep the imp pressed to his chest as he carried him to the bedroom.

Arriving at the door, Stolas reached back with his free hand, blindly feeling the door behind him to find the knob.  Once he located it, he turned it and stepped through the threshold, all the while keeping from breaking their kiss.

The royal demon made a flicking motion with his hand, closing the door behind them with a quick gust of magic.

He walked backwards until his legs hit the side of the bed, then let himself fall into a sitting position, loosening his grip on Blitzø as the smaller demon settled down in his lap.

Blitzø was painfully hard as a result of Stolas being willfully unable to keep his hands to himself or his mouth shut on the ride home.

He moved so his knees were on either side of Stolas's thighs, arms wrapping around his neck, and rutted his hips into the prince's, vying for friction.

Stolas gave a soft moan in approval as the imp rubbed his trapped erection against him. He reached around to the front of him, undoing the closure on Blitzø's pants and slipping his hand into the front of his boxers, his tongue continuing to intertwine with the imp's.

Blitzø pressed into his touch, moving one hand to unfasten Stolas's cloak and letting it fall from his shoulders before moving on to unbuttoning his top.

Stolas shrugged off it off once it was fully unbuttoned and pushed Blitzø's jacket off and onto the floor in return. He then broke away from their kiss, grabbing the bottom hem of the other's shirt and pulling it up and over his head.

The smaller demon pulled his boots off and dropped them off the bed before pushing the prince back onto the mattress and crawling over on top of him. He pinned a hand on each side of Stolas's head and grinned down at him, not surprised in the least when the royal demon wasted no time sliding one hand down the back of his pants to cup his ass while using the other to pull his erection free in order to stroke him more easily.

Blitzø made a pleased little noise and leaned down to slip his tongue back into Stolas's mouth, kissing him for a bit longer before moving his lips to the taller demon's neck.

"I'm going to fuck you so good." He purred, sliding a hand down the soft feathers of his stomach toward the prince's waistband.

"Actually-" Stolas started, pulling away slightly to try and look him in the face. "I was wondering if maybe we could try something a bit different?" He inquired with a cautious but hopeful smile.

Blitzø looked at him. "Uh, sure. What did you want to do?"

"I thought that maybe I could be the one to fuck you tonight."

"You wanna top?" Blitzø asked with a raised brow, mildly surprised

The prince nodded.

"Couldn't resist a hot piece of imp ass, huh?" He teased.

"I don't think resisting any part of you is exactly a strong suit of mine." Stolas laughed.

The imp just grinned.

"Sure. If you think you can handle me."

Stolas returned his grin with an excited one of his own. He sat up and moved the smaller demon from his lap, slipping off the bed and giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

"Stay here. I'll be back."

Blitzø watched as he scurried off to his closet before turning his attention to ridding himself of the rest of his clothes, pulling off his pants and boxers.

"Oh, Blitzy." Stolas called in a sing-song voice as he headed back toward the bed, leaning seductively posed against one of the bed posts, a dildo harnessed and strapped to him.

"Hey there, Sexy. Nice cock." Blitzø smirked.

Stolas grinned and slid back on the bed next to him.

"It's not nearly as good as yours, but I do hope it will suffice."

The owl leaned in and cupped his face in his hands, pulling him in to kiss him once more.

"Make yourself comfortable." The prince smiled and reached over to his bedside table, pulling a bottle of lube from the drawer and bringing it back over.

Blitzø shifted his position to lean back against the pillows, tucking his hands behind his head and splaying his legs out and open wide.

"Mmmm." Stolas's eyes fell half-lidded as they roamed over the imp's naked body which was now fully on display.

The smaller demon just smirked. "Take a picture, it'll last longer."

Stolas met his eyes and matched his smirk, a mischievous glint I'm his eyes.

"Oh I most certainly will."

He floated his phone over to himself and opened the camera, biting down on his lower lip as he snapped a few photos.

"That wasn't an actual suggestion, Stols." Blitzø laughed, happy to allow him to do so anyway.

"Too bad." Stolas let out a short deep giggle and levitated his phone back to the nightstand. He  crawled up and over the smaller demon to straddle his hips, running his hands up his chest and feeling up his muscles. He leaned his head down once he reached his neck.

The smaller demon carded his fingers into the owl's head feathers as Stolas's mouth and tongue slowly made their way down his neck and body.

Stolas kissed his way downward to his inner thigh and looked up at the other, catching his gaze, before licking slowly up his length.

He settled down between the imp's legs and picked up the lube, drizzling it onto his fingers and rubbing those fingers against Blitzø's entrance. He wrapped his free hand around the base of his dick and gently pressed a finger into him.

Blitzø let his eyes fall halfway shut, watching Stolas as his tongue twisted it's way around his head as he slowly pushed further into him.

Stolas took him fully into his mouth, sucking him off as he pumped his finger in and out of him. He slipped another inside of him, moaning quietly around the demon when that caused Blitzøs fingers to tighten in his feathers.

The imp smiled and purposely tugged, earning an increase in enthusiasm from the other as he blew him. He closed his eyes, focusing on the wet heat around him, only to opening them again at the loss of it.

He felt it before he saw it; Stolas's long tongue slipping between the fingers inside him. He didn't miss the smile on the prince's face as he looked up at him, tongue pressing further in.

Stolas scissored his fingers, licking at his inner walls and drawing a quiet pleasured noise from Blitzø's lips. He drank in the pleasure on his face as he stretched him open, keeping at it until he felt it was enough.

"Are you ready, darling?" Stolas asked with a smile, slicked up fingers slowly moving in and out of him.

Blitzø nodded but seemed hesitant, having grown oddly quiet.

Stolas looked up at him and pulled his fingers from the other. Catching his expression, he moved up so their faces were at the same level.

"Blitzø...why do you seem nervous?" He inquired, "I know you've done this kind of thing before. It's not like this is new for you."

Blitzø turned his head and avoided the owl's gaze, an edge of defensiveness in his voice when he replied.

"Shut up. I'm not nervous, Stolas. It just feels... different than I'm used to." He glanced at him out the corner of his eye, seeming slighlty insecure but trying to hide it.

"Look, usually it's just a prep and fuck kind of thing. Get dicked down real good then dip." He paused before continuing. "But this feels...I don't know...intimate?"

"Is that a bad thing?" The prince tilted his head to the side. "We don't have to do anything if you're not comfortable with it."

"I- no. That's not it. I do want this. I just-" Blitzø dragged his hands down his face and groaned.

Stolas moved the other's hands and cupped his face gently, turning his head to look at him with eyes full of kindness and warmth.

Blitzø tore his gaze from the prince's and pushed his hand away.

"See! It's shit like that. Makes me feel weird."

Stolas blinked at him.

"Me loving you? It makes you feel weird because its someone who cares for you doing it?"

Blitzø's face burned dark as he glanced back over at the prince.

He knew he sounded stupid. They were in a relationship now. Being intimate was a normal thing. But something inside of him still felt slightly uneasy.

"My dear, you are safe with me here. You can allow yourself to be vulnerable."

Vulnerability. That was it.

He felt as if he was laying himself bare under Stolas. Blitzø was unused to real feelings being part of the equation, and the prince was so rapt and blatant in his affection towards him.

"Let me take care of you. I want to show you you deserve to be loved and cherished. Let me make you feel as good as you make me feel."

Stolas gently ran a hand down the side of the imp's face, gazing down at him with a soft expression.

Blitzø just looked up into his eyes as multiple emotions swirled inside him. How is it that Stolas could make him feel this kind of way?

The prince just smiled and reached down, rubbing his still lube slicked fingers softly against Blitzø's length, grounding the other as the physical sensation drew him out of his own head.

"May I enter you? Or would you prefer us do something else?"

Blitzø nodded.

"That's not exactly a helpful answer, Blitzø." Stolas slightly chuckled.

"You can fuck me."

"There we go." The prince smiled and grabbed the lube, liberally coating the dildo strapped to him in it.

He positioned himself back between the smaller demon's legs, pressing his strap to his entrance before slowly and carefully pushing in.

Blitzø drew in a breath, eyes on Stolas as the prince watched himself guide the dildo into him. He clawed the sheets in his fists, releasing his breath when Stolas was fully sheathed inside of him.

"Feel okay, darling?"

"Yeah. S'all good. Just- adjusting." He shifted slightly, letting his body relax some. "Been a while."

Stolas smiled and kept still until it seemed most of the tension in Blitzø's body had gone. He then slowly rocked his hips, keeping his thrusts very shallow at first. He gently stroked his inner thigh, watching his face for any signs of discomfort.

Blitzø's tail unconsciously wrapped itself loosely around Stolas's wrist, causing the royal demon to smile in return and gently curl it around his fingers.

"Stolas. You can move more. I'm not gonna break. I promise."

"I just want to make sure you feel good. I don't want you hurting."

He kept all of his movements slow, pulling out almost fully each time before sliding slowly back in till he was flush against the other.

Blitzø squirmed under the agonizing pace the prince had set. He assumed Stolas would feel comfortable soon enough and pick it up. He just wished he'd hurry the fuck up about it.

Stolas reached up and caressed his face, which drew Blitzø's attention.

He glanced upward at him, but the prince's expression wasn't the cautious, scared-to-hurt-him kind of look Blitzø was expecting. He stared up at him for a second before something clicked in his head.

"You're fucking doing this on purpose!"

The corners of Stolas's lips curled further upward, his smile turning naughty.

"Guilty."

"Ass." He huffed.

Stolas laughed and buried his head in the crook of the other's neck.  "My apologies. I couldn't resist. I had to torture you at least a little bit."

The royal demon then finally obliged Blitzø's wishes and hastened the rhythm of his hips, gently nipping up his neck as he did so.

Blitzø let out a satisfied noise and ran his hands down the royal demons back, claws scraping his skin as he did so.

Stolas lifted the imp's hips so he could position himself differently. He thrusted upwards, drawing a short moan from the other's mouth.

The prince grinned wide and repeated the action. He knew he must be hitting a sweet spot inside him.

Blitzø bit down on his lower lip to stifle another noise and looked up at the royal demon who seemed far too pleased with himself.

"Now, Now, Blitzy." He chastised softly, reaching up to free his bottom lip from his teeth while continuing rocking into him. "I wanna hear all those pretty noises that come from your pretty mouth. You always sound so lovely."

Something stirred in Blitzø's abdomen when Stolas spoke, which only worsened as he continued.

"You're stretched so nicely around me. Taking it oh so well. I want to hear how good you feel."

Stolas saw something flicker in Blitzø's eyes at his words, and a realization dawned on him.

"You are doing so good." He cooed with a smile, pressing deeper into him. "So gorgeous with my cock inside that perfect ass of yours. Every single inch of you is absolutely beautiful. Inside and out."

The imp could feel that his face was hot once more, and he squirmed as Stolas's words were certainly doing something to him.

Stolas continued, leaning up so his mouth was at his neck and keeping his voice soft and seductive as he spoke.

"You are so incredibly talented, both in and out of the bedroom. So confident and capable."

Blitzø bit down on his lower lip again, visibly flustered.

The prince reached down between his legs and pressed a hand to Blitzø's bulge, feeling it twitch as he spoke and stroking him.

"Such a pretty cock on such a sexy demon. How did I get so lucky to get such an attentive and wonderful lover?" Stolas praised before pulling away to be able to look him in the eyes and smiling down at him. "My lovely and clever little imp."

"Stolas!" Blitzø groaned, his hands flying up to cover his now completely flushed face. Satan, he wished he could keep it from doing that. It was embarrassing how easy Stolas was making him blush with this shit. "Stop!"

Stolas laughed and reached up to uncover his hands from his face.

"You don't need to hide from me, darling. I'm only being honest."

"Ugh!"  Blitzø wriggled free from Stolas, causing the dildo to slip out. He huffed and plopped himself over onto his stomach, burying his face in the pillows and sticking his ass in the air, tail up.

"Blitzø, this is exactly the opposite of what I just said." He chuckled, running a hand over the curve of the imp's backside.

"Shut up and fuck me." He retorted, muffled.

Stolas shook his head good-naturedly but did as he was told, refraining from saying more as to not fluster him any more than he already had.

He kneeled behind him and pressed back inside of the other, one hand on Blitzø's hip and the other reaching under him to wrap around his leaking erection.

Stolas gave him a few strokes as his hips started moving against him once more, causing Blitzø to moan quietly. Blitzø's tail wrapped around Stolas's middle, holding onto him as he pumped into him.

The royal demon reached up with one hand, gently scraping his talons down Blitzø's back as he fucked him, causing the imp to arch under his touch.

Blitzø's fingers curled loosely in the sheets as Stolas thrusted in and out of him.

"Harder."

Stolas leaned over the smaller demon, placing his hands on top of Blitzø's and threading his fingers between the other's as he drove his hips down harder and deeper.

"Nggh- Fuuuuck, Stolas."

Stolas kept going, minding how much taller he was then the imp, not wanting to accidentally hurt him.

Blitzø's back arched more as he was pushed down into the mattress, and the royal demon noticed the other pressing backwards into each of his thrusts, driving for more.

Stolas moved his head so his mouth was at the imp's ear and whispered in a seductive voice, "Would you like you ride me?"

"Fuck yeah, I would." He turned his head to face Stolas, his expression almost mischievous. He pulled himself out from under the other, moving Stolas back into a sitting position and straddling his lap with a excited and wicked smirk.

"I'm gonna ride you like a fucking horse."

Stolas bit down on his lip to conceal an amused little snort, drawing a small quizzical look from Blitzø.

The prince just smiled fondly. "I love you so much." He pulled him in for a quick peck to his lips.

"Well I'm gonna make you love me even more."

Blitzø grinned a dirty little grin and lifted himself up, positioning the dildo at his entrance. 

"You do remember this isn't a real dick, right? I can't actually feel anything from this." The owl lifted a brow, smiling.

"Maybe not." He shrugged nonchalantly. "But I can give you one helluva show."

He smirked and gave a shove to Stolas's chest, sending him falling backwards on to the bed.

Stolas propped himself up on his elbows just as Blitzø slipped the dildo into himself, sliding all the way down to the base and letting out a quiet groan.

"Look, don't touch. Got it?"

"Of course. You're never supposed to touch the works of art at a museum."

Blitzø stared at him for a moment before snapping out of it, feeling heat darken his cheeks again.

"Y-yeah. Whatever. Just keep your hands to yourself."

Slowly and deliberately, the imp began lifting himself up then dropping back down. He could feel Stolas's eyes on where they were connected. He watched his face with a heated gaze as he rolled his hips, grinding down against his lap before speeding up, keeping a relatively quick pace.

Stolas watched as Blitzø bounced in his lap. He had his head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. His cock bobbed heavily between his legs, glistening with precome. Every now and then he'd let a moan slip past his lips, the sound of it like music to the prince's ears.

Stolas was itching to touch him, to put his mouth on him, to touch himself, to have him fuck him. Anything. Still, he kept watching with eyes hooded with lust and a body aching with arousal.

Blitzø opened his eyes to look at Stolas, grinning at how he could practically feel the lust radiating from him. He circled his hips a few times, running one hand up his own chest and the other down to his crotch. He gave Stolas a heated look as he gripped himself, giving a few strokes.

Stolas just whined at the vulgar display in front of him. He could feel his feathers fluffing up and his face starting to flush. Satan, Blitzø was going to make him come without even touching him.

Blitzø just laughed breathily as Stolas's excitement was manifesting more physically. He dropped the hand from his chest to the prince's thigh to brace himself as he quickened his movements, and continued to stroke his length until he felt his orgasm building. Once he knew he was close, he moved his hand so he was gripping onto both of the royal demon's thighs and arched his back to give Stolas full, unrestricted view.

"Oh, fuck." He moaned out as he hit climax.

Come shot up from the tip of his dick, most of it splattering messily against his stomach and chest, the rest dripping onto both his legs and Stolas's.

Blitzø panted slightly as he tried to catch his breath, but before he got the chance, Stolas had rolled them both over and slipped out of him. A moment later and his tongue was hot against Blitzø's stomach.

Stolas peered up at the imp, slowly licking up Blitzø's release from his body.

"Fuck, Stols. Eager much?" He laughed, still slightly breathless. He watched as he cleaned him up with his mouth, the prince making sure to be extra thorough when it came to his dick.

Stolas finished up and moved so his face was level with Blitzø's, straddling him.

"Sorry. I couldn't help myself." He let out a dirty little giggle and nuzzled against the imp's neck.

"Cumslut." He snorted quietly, teasing. "Guess you liked what you saw?"

"That would be a vast understatement." Stolas assured with a smile, tracing a finger along his chest. "I'm assuming you had fun?"

"Yeah, you could say that." He grinned. "But you're up next." He paused a moment before adding, "At least you will be once my refractory period resets."

Stolas chuckled softly, and Blitzø flashed him a smirk in return and waggled his eyebrows.

"In the meantime, why don't you come plant that feathered ass on my face? I bet you're just dripping."

"Oh, you have no idea."

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Hazbin Hotel: The Contract of Blood Ep. 16

*Hey guys, we're back with another episode! This chapter/episode is published on April 18, 2024. If you guys like this episode, don't be afraid to reblog, heart it, and comment! Warning: blood and vulgar language. Enjoy!*

Episode Sixteen: The Bloody Massacre

Blitz drives his van out towards the middle of nowhere with Stolas on the passenger side.

Stolas turns his head and finds Octavia sitting next to Loona. Moxxie and Millie are holding hands and whispering comforting words to each other.

Stolas corners a small smile at the group until he sees the sight of Fizz sitting on the other side alone, gazing out of the window solemnly. With a frown, Stolas turns back ahead of the road and then to his current boyfriend.

He leans over to whisper to Blitz, “Blitzy, I can’t help but notice your friend, Fizz, seems depressed.”

Blitz looks over his shoulders to find Fizz sitting alone and then glances up at Stolas to whisper back, “I’m sure he’s fine.”

“I’m concerned about him,” Stolas says in a hushed tone. “Do you think you can talk to him about whatever he’s feeling?”

Blitz huffs. “Yeah, yeah, I will. We just need to get to your palace first.”

“Whenever you get a chance would be wonderful.”

Blitz arrives at the palace, now seeing what remains. The palace isn’t completely destroyed since the library section of the palace seems untouched by the flames with only a few burn marks. However, the rest of the palace doesn’t look good. The rooftops are off and the stone walls have holes to peer into the destroyed furniture.

“Holy shit,” Moxxie utters.

“Yeah,” Stolas mutters.

Blitz parks the van in front of the ruined palace. “Alright, team. Let’s split. Mox and Fizz will come with me and birdy to find the Grimoire. You ladies stay here and make sure no one comes here and hurt the princess.”

“Alrighty,” Millie replies while sharpening her axe.

“Have fun, girlies~!” Blitz responds in a feminine tone while the men hop out of the car and make their way towards the ruined castle.

Stolas giggles with owl sounds coming out of his beak. “Why did you say it in that voice?”

“I dunno,” Blitz says with a shrug. “I thought I spice up the farewells.”

“You sound fucking gay,” Fizz says with a small smile.

“Hey, I’m in a fucking gay relationship,” Blitz teases while referring to Stolas.

Fizz giggles, earning a small grin from Stolas.

“Good, keep making him laugh,” Stolas whispers to Blitz.

“Wait, what?” Blitz questions while watching his tall boyfriend walk away.

Moxxie peeks into the building. “Sir, do you think that there’s going to be enemies inside of this palace?”

“Eh, I don’t doubt it. So, let’s take caution, alright?” Blitz responds to Mox’s question.

The men enter the ruined palace.

“The library appears untouched,” Stolas says. “I’ll search there.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll cover your ass,” Blitz states with a flirty smirk.

Fizz snorts a bit at the tease, making Blitz smile.

The men walk further into the building while Moxxie sniffs something in the air.

“Why do I smell...blood?” Moxxie utters.

Fizz frowns at the sight of the dead bodies scattered around the floors.

“Damn it, Mox! You ruined his mood,” Blitz scolds while referring to Fizz.

“Well, excuse me. It’s not like I want to sour anyone’s mood on purpose,” Moxxie sasses his boss.

“Oh no, I’m fine, Blitz,” Fizz says while rubbing the back of his head.

The men walk up the stairs and towards the library.

“This is where my Grimoire is kept. You three stay out here while I search in the library,” Stolas instructs.

“Got it, your Highness,” Moxxie says with a salute.

Blitz takes out his pistol for protection. “Don’t take long.”

“Don’t worry, Blitzy~. I’ll be quick,” Stolas flirts and searches around the library for the Grimoire.

Fizz notices Blitz pointing the pistol high at the ceiling. He looks to the side for a moment, rubbing his robotic hands nervously to ask.

“Hey, Blitz?”

“Yeah?” Blitz responds to his name.

“If it’s not too much to ask, um, can you teach me how to shoot?” Fizz asks.

Blitz corners a wild grin. “Of course! I’d be happy to teach ya! Mox, keep an eye on the prince!”

“Uh, yes, sir,” Mox replies nervously.

Blitz guides Fizz away from the group. “I’ve been wanting to teach you how to shoot for a long time! One of the many first rules of owning a gun is to make sure you use it responsibly. Not irresponsibly. Also, don’t use the gun except when you intend to kill--”

Moxxie watches his boss walking away with Fizz and then looks back at Stolas, who searches through the burned books to find his Grimoire.

While Moxxie looks around the outside of the library, his eyes wander down to find a shadow of a familiar silhouette of a cowboy imp, moving to the side and disappearing. Moxxie gasps in fear and hurries into the library.

Stolas notices Moxxie rushing across the library. “What’s going on, Mox?”

Moxxie peers from the shattered window, trying to find the familiar cowboy imp.

~.~

Fizz manages to shoot the target that Blitz set up, but not hitting the bullseye in the separate room away from Stolas and Moxxie.

“Ooh, you almost got it,” Blitz says with an encouraging smile. “Just a little more to the left and you should be fine.”

“Thanks...these pistols vibrate on my hands.”

“You better get used to them if you are going to fight with them.”

Fizz offers the pistol back to Blitz. “Here--”

“Nah, you keep it. It may come in handy,” Blitz replies. “Here, I’ll go back to get more weapons to practice with--” As Blitz is about to walk out of the room, he sees Striker standing tall in front of him with yellow eyes glaring into his. Blitz immediately shuts the door that isn’t off its hinges yet.

Fizz turns to his friend with a confused look. “What?”

“Oh, nothing. Just keep--”

The gunshots echo, bursting through the closed door with holes around Blitz.

“Aw, fuck,” Blitz curses before Striker kicks down the door. The wooden door falls on top of Blitz as Fizz looks up at Striker in terror.

“Glad to see me, slut?” Striker growls before raising his arm to aim his pistol at Fizz.

Blitz kicks Striker’s ankle, stumbling Striker’s aim at Fizz. He leaps up on the cowboy’s back and wrestles him away from Fizz.

“Run, Fizz!” Blitz cries out before Striker slams the imp against the wall.

“Sir!” Mox calls from the library. Mox is about to run to help Blitz, but he feels a kick in the gut. Stolas jumps at the sudden movements as Mox looks up just in time to find his former father standing in front of him.

“You piece of shit,” Crimson growls.

Mox breathes heavily.

Stolas steps between Mox and Crimson. “If you want to hurt him, you’re going to have to go through me.”

With that said, he takes out his Grimoire book and draws symbols with his fingers, putting up a forcefield around Mox. He glares into Crimson’s eyes, the pink and purple glowing from his fists.

“Don’t fuck with me,” Stolas growls at Crimson.

Meanwhile, Striker drags Blitz across the wall and slams him against the wall near the window. Blitz grunts in pain while a vase falls beside him from the wooden shelf above him. He lifts his head to find Striker’s pistol aimed at him. However, Blitz kicks the gun up when Striker pulls the trigger, hitting the nail holding the shelf up instead of him. The shelf falls on Blitz, but he catch it and puts it up as a shield when he sees Striker attempting to slash him with his tail. Blitz swings the wooden board, hitting Striker with enough force to break the board.

Blitz charges towards Striker, attempting to get the gun out of his grasp. However, Striker slams Blitz on the floor and throws him against the wall near the doorway. Then the cowboy imp grabs Blitz by the throat and lifts him up to reach his eye level.

“It’s about time I get to end you,” Striker growls. “I’m going to have my fun with you.”

Blitz grunts in pain and struggles in Striker’s hold. “Gee, I didn’t realize you want to fuck me so badly. You could’ve just said it--”

Striker grips his throat tighter. “Shut the fuck up or I’ll blow your fucking brains.”

“Gee, man, that’s kind of kinky,” Blitz teases, choking the more tighter Striker holds him. “Hey, if you want a threesome, me and the royal prince will be happy to provide.”

Striker puts the gun up against Blitz’s head. “You know, how about I shoot you?”

Fizz watches this all in terror, cowering into the corner of the room. His throat is dried from withholding his cries. He looks at the pistol shakily and then up at Striker.

“How about you and I talk this out?” Blitz chokes.

“This is your end, Blitzo,” Striker growls at Blitz, unaware of Fizz aiming the gun up at Striker’s head.

“The o is silent, you fuck!” Fizz cries before pulling the trigger.

As soon as Striker turns around, the bullet crashes right into his forehead. Blitz widens his eyes in shock to find Striker bleeding from the head.

Striker growls and lets Blitz go. Striker storms towards Fizz until he falls forward and collapses. Fizz gasps in horror, finding Striker face-flat on the wooden floor.

“Holy shit, Fizz,” Blitz utters in shock and amazement. “Good fucking job. Just like what I taught you.”

Fizz stares at Striker’s dead body, kicking him over on his back to find his eyes shot open, blood trickling onto his nose. Blitz notices his clown friend starting to panic.

“Fizz?” Blitz calls, but Fizz doesn’t respond or look up at him.

Fizz glances at the pistol he’s holding and then back at the dead body. He starts to whimper in fear at first. Before Blitz can soothe or say anything comforting, Fizz whimpers switch to giggles almost quickly.

The giggles turn into maniacal laughter, gripping the pistol tightly.

They hear struggling in the library.

“I’m going to kill these fucks!” Fizz determines with a tight grip on the pistol.

“Fuck yeah!” Blitz says, pumping his friend up without realizing the insanity that follows. “Let’s go kill these fuckers!”

Fizz laughs mischievously before running out of the room.

Blitz wipes an invisible tear away proudly. “That’s my boy.” He looks at Striker’s dead body and huddles over to it. “Get fucked, motherfucker.” He gives Striker one last harsh kick and hurries to catch up with Fizz.

~.~

Stolas throws Crimson across the room, knocking the books over. Crimson raises his gun up to fire at Stolas. The bullet hit Stolas’ shoulder, causing him to stumble back against the couch. Crimson raises his gun to pull the trigger again, but Mox jumps in between Stolas and his former father.

“Please, Dad, this needs to stop!” Mox begs his father.

Crimson slaps Mox off of him. “I told you to not call me that!”

Stolas uses his telepathetic force to push Crimson away from Mox. “You should be careful with your next words.”

Crimson growls and starts to shoot at Stolas again, but this time, Stolas puts up an invisible shield to block the bullets. Mox wrestles with Crimson as Crimson starts to beat his disowned son in the face.

“You fucking failure!” Crimson growls.

He shoots at Stolas before Stolas can use his mind powers to push him back off of Mox again, distracting Stolas enough to beat Mox up more and bloody his face.

“You should never have been born, you motherfucker!” Crimson shouts, spits landing on Mox’s face. “Just die already--!”

The bullet crashes into the side of Crimson’s head, causing him to fall off of Mox.

Mox blinks in shock and looks up through blurred vision to find Fizz shooting at Crimson more with the bullets.

“Yeah, fuck him up, Fizz!” Blitz shouts in encouragement from behind the jester shooting at the mafia leader.

“Fizz, stop, he’s had enough!” Stolas yells in terror.

Fizz runs out of bullets as he reloads with the loaded clip taken out of his pocket and the empty one falling off. He notices more gang members outside and surrounding the girls. With a manaical laugh, Fizz jumps out of the window to go after the gang members.

“Yeah, Fizz! Fuck ‘em up!” Blitz cheers for his friend.

“Blitzy, he’s gone insane,” Stolas responds.

“Nah, he’s fine,” Blitz says while waving the statement off.

“Blitzy, your friend has not been in the right state of mind ever since he has been separated from Ozzie. You have to put a stop to this before he gets himself hurt,” Stolas cautions his short boyfriend.

“He’s fine,” Blitz reassures Stolas. “I’ll go help him.” He hops over the window to join Fizz into the fun.

Stolas huffs in annoyance and looks over to find Mox staring at his father’s dead body, no tears coming out of his eyes. Stolas walks over to Mox and places a hand on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry for your loss, little one,” Stolas replies.

Mox shakes his head, appearing numb to the grief. “I’ve already lost him a long time ago.” He stands up, hops over the broken window sill.

Stolas sighs sadly and steps over Crimson’s body to follow after Blitz and Mox.

~.~

Millie slashes the gangster with her axe while Loona bites one of the gangster imps’ heads off. Octavia stands there with doe-like eyes trembling at the sight of blood everywhere. Even Fizz joins with the pistol and starts shooting at the gang members coming at them.

“Come eat your bullets, you pieces of shits!” Fizz shouts while laughing like a manaic.

Millie notices this and leans over to Loona. “Is Fizz okay?”

“I’m sure he’s fine,” Loona replies without looking at Fizz.

Octavia backs away from where the fight is, unaware that her mother is behind her. When the teen owl turns around, she finds her mother in the shadow, lifting up the shotgun at her head.

A fearful, but hopeful smile stretches across her face.

“Mum, you’re alive! Morrigan and Orais are taking over the worlds and it’s going to end! I know you and Dad have your differences, but you both can put aside your differences and--”

Stolas tackles Octavia away from Stella’s line of fire once Stella pulls the trigger of the shotgun. Octavia widens her eyes in shock while Stolas looks over his shoulder to glare at his ex-wife.

“Stella, stop!” Stolas shouts at her. “I know you hate me, and you can be mad at me all you want! I’ve done you wrong! But you have no right to take this hatred out on our daughter!”

Octavia gazes up at her father in confusion.

Stella growls, “Shut the fuck up!” She shoots again, but Stolas manages to grab his daughter and dodge out of the way.

“You love her, Stella!” Stolas shouts at his ex-wife. “I know that deep down somewhere in that bitter heart of yours, you still love our daughter!”

“I don’t love her, Stolas!” Stella confesses loudly enough for Octavia to hear. “That little egg came from your small dick and is a weakling! What if she grows up to be a cheating bastard like you?!”

“She’s nothing like us, Stella! And thank God for that!” Stolas barks back. “You know you don’t think that of Octavia!”

“I do!” Stella spits out. “I want everything you have! And in order to gain what I want, I have to kill you both!”

Stolas starts to tear up. “Stella, don’t...please, you don’t think that. Please.”

Octavia starts to tear up.

Stella glares at them, reloading her shotgun and aiming it at her family. “I’ll have a better family than you both.”

Stolas looks to find a holy knife on the ground and raises it up. “Stella, please--”

Stella pulls the trigger again, causing Stolas to take his daughter and dodge the bullets again. Stella charges towards Stolas, ready to fight him until he stabs her in self-defense.

Stella feels her stomach pierced by the holy knife, crippling her organs.

“You motherfucker,” Stella growls at Stolas. She collapses on the ground with the knife in her stomach.

Stolas’ hands tremble, tearing up. “Holy shit.”

Octavia breathes heavily and starts to sob.

Stolas turns around and comforts his daughter. “Shh, it’s okay, starfire. It’s okay--”

“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME MOM HATES ME?!” Octavia screams while shoving her father away from her. “Why did you lie to me?!”

“Oh, Via, I’m so sorry. I just...I just didn’t want you to view your mother as bad. I thought that deep down that she loves you more than anything and she’s acting out of her anger. But I guess I was wrong about her and you. I’m so sorry, my owlette,” Stolas utters while cradling his daughter.

Octavia sobs into her father’s chest, clutching at his shirt. “Why did you lie to me? Why did you lie to me?”

“I’m so sorry.” That’s all Stolas can say at this moment while hugging his daughter, trying anything to get her to look away from her mother’s dead body.

~.~

Mox and Blitz join Fizz, Loona, and Millie in fighting with the gang members.

“There’s too many of them!” Mox alerts the others.

“We’re running out of bullets!” Blitz informs the group.

“Shit!” Loona shouts while slashing through the imps with her claws.

Fizz sees more gangsters with more guns. An idea coming to his head, he takes one of the dead gangster’s assault rifle. He starts firing bullets, killing incoming gangsters. More blood spills onto the ground, surprising the I.M.P crew.

“Get ‘em, Fizz!” Blitz cheers in support.

Fizz laughs more like a maniac. “I’m going to kill all of you fucks for harming Ozzie!”

“Wait, what?” Mox questions.

“You’re next, Morrigan and Orais!” Fizz shouts in determination and heads off with a laugh, leaving trails of dead bodies and blood.

Blitz widens his eyes in shock. “Aw, shit!”

“Way to encourage a maniac, sir,” Mox responds sarcastically.

“Hey, Fizz is no maniac!” Blitz yells at his friend.

Stolas approaches the scene with crying Octavia in his arms. “What’s going on?”

“Fizz is running off to kill Morrigan and Orais!” Millie states in concern.

“He’s going to get himself killed,” Loona replies in worry.

Stolas looks at Blitz. “So, nothing to worry about, huh?”

“Hey, in my defense--” Blitz notices Octavia sobbing. “Is she okay?”

“Y-Yeah, um--”

“Oh, did that bitch come around again?” Blitz asks Stolas.

“YOU KNEW?!” Octavia cries.

Blitz leans away from her. “I’m staying out of this one, sweetie. Now, let’s focus on Fizz!” He runs back to his van. “Get in, motherfuckers!”

The crew heads back into the van including Stolas and Octavia.

“Where’s Fizz?” Octavia asks, wiping her tears away.

“Uuuum,” Blitz utters. “Do you want the long or the short version of the story?”

Stolas groans at his short imp boyfriend. “Blitzy.”

“Alright, alright. You tell it then.” Blitz starts to drive after Fizz like a maniac while Stolas explains to Octavia what happened before Stella came.

~.~

Fizz chuckles like a psychopath with an empty pistol and abandons his empty automatic rifle. He doesn’t realize he used the last of his bullets on the the gangster in his way of the entrance of the castle. He also doesn’t realize that there’s a camera installed on top of the pole, watching his every move as he goes to the side of the castle in an attempt to sneak in.

He uses his robotic arms to scale the castle walls, giggling as quietly as he can. He swings up towards the barred windows and peeks in to find his lover pale and wrinkly. Fizz stretches his arm, placing a hand on Ozzie’s shoulder.

Ozzie can barely turn his head to see Fizz outside of the barred window.

“Hold on, baby, I’m gonna kill these fuckers for you,” Fizz determines.

“No, Froggy, don’t--” Ozzie’s voice croaks but he’s too late to warn his lover of potential dangers as Fizz leaps away from the window like a frog skipping onto the next lilypad.

Unbeknownst to Fizz, Blitz drives the van towards the castle and notices the camera ahead. When the camera sharply turns to look at the van, Blitz veers the van off the road.

“Shit!” Blitz blurts out before slamming the brakes to stop the van at the edge of the cliff. Looking down, the crew can see from within the van a lake of fire with sinners swimming in it while screaming in agony. There seems to more of them than Blitz thought. Luckily for them, Blitz manages to hide the vehicle behind the bushes, away from the camera’s view.

Blitz looks up to find Fizz scaling on the side of the castle. He looks at the others. “You guys stay here. I’ll be right back. Millie, do you think you can take out the camera?”

“On it,” Millie responds while kissing battered-up Moxxie on the cheek and hopping out of the van.

Blitz gets out of the van and waits in the bushes while the others wait anxiously in the van.

Millie climbs up the pole without being seen and smashes the camera into pieces with a feral animal sounds. She gives Blitz the thumbs up, letting him hurry towards the side of the castle.

Blitz takes out his grappling gun and uses it to scale the side of the castle to get to Fizz faster.

Back to Fizz, the clown jester imp continues to climb up towards the tower, passing by the barred windows where it’s revealed that the angels are held in iron cages, their powers drained by the cages they’re trapped in.

Fizz doesn’t pay much attention before climbing up towards where the lab is. When he peeks into the lab through the open window, he sees Morrigan stirring potions in her black cauldron with small hums to herself.

There she is. An open target. Perfect.

Fizz takes out his empty pistol, ready to aim it at Morrigan.

Morrigan stops stirring, her hand slightly lift up from the wooden ladle.

Before Fizz can pull the trigger, Blitz leaps from the side and tackles Fizz away from the window and out of sight.

Morrigan turns around, looking out of the empty view. She walks over to the window, her gaze wondering around it. She’s unaware of Blitz hiding both him and Fizz on the rooftop. Blitz has his arm over Fizz while his legs and arm wrap around Fizz’s robotic arms and sides.

From the lab, Orais enters the lab.

“Vox says he saw something on camera before it got destroyed--” Orais stops his sentence to notice his wife staring at the view. “What’s wrong, my dear?”

“Nothing, I thought I heard a disturbed spirit,” Morrigan says before shutting the window. “But it must be in my imagination.”

Blitz sighs in relief as soon as he hears the window closing, struggling to keep Fizz still.

“Stay still, you maniac,” Blitz growls lowly. He presses his ear against the rooftop to try to hear the conversation between Morrigan and Orais, but their conversation are muffled. He hears footsteps walking away and exiting the lab, sighing again in relief.

Fizz bites Blitz’s arm. When Blitz yelps and draws his arm away from Fizz, Fizz shoves Blitz off of him.

“What the fuck, Blitz?! I had her!” Fizz shouts at Blitz with angry tears. He’s about to leap off the rooftop to go for the kill again, but Blitz holds him back.

“No, you don’t! You would’ve gotten fucking killed if it weren’t for me! So, you’re welcome!” Blitz argues back.

Fizz shoves Blitz again and raises a gun to aim at his friend, his finger accidentally pulling the trigger out of a knee-jerk reaction.

Blitz winces back and witnesses the gun making a clicking sound without a bullet going off.

Fizz’s hand trembles at the grip of the gun, immediately lowering it. “S-Shit, I-I’m sorry--”

Blitz draws his brows together and strides towards his friend, snatching the gun out of his grasp. “You’re lucky that it’s empty, you bastard! You could’ve blown my fucking head off!”

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to--”

“And you’re going to kill these bastards with an empty pistol?! What’s going through your head, man?!”

Fizz breathes heavily, his limbs shaking. “I’m going to fucking kill them both!” He attempts to get off the roof to enter the lab through the closed window, but Blitz stops him by taking his arm and yanking him away from the edge. He puts the gun away.

“This is suicide! You know that! I know that! So, cut it out!”

“Get out of my way, Blitz!”

Blitz stands in front of Fizz with a determined glare at him. “No. You’re going to get yourself killed.”

Fizz snarls and starts to run to the side of his friend, but Blitz tackles Fizz away from the edge of the roof.

“Get the fuck off of me!”

“Not unless you cut it out!” Blitz shouts at the clown jester.

“Why can’t you just leave me like you did before?!” Fizz shoves Blitz away.

“You know damn well why!!”

Fizz growls and starts slamming his robotic fists onto Blitz’s head. Blitz shields his face with his arm. Fizz cries in fury and frustration as he slams his fists harder against Blitz’s arm.

“Cut it out, Fizz!” Blitz yells. “I’ve left you once! I’m not doing it again!”

“Then maybe you should, because I can’t live without Oz!” Fizz blurts out, now tears trickling down his cheeks. “I-I can’t--I can’t---” Fizz collapses on his knees, breaking down sobbing.

Blitz looks at his arm to find bruises on it, but he doesn’t care. He sees his friend wailing with his fists gripping at his chest. The hat falls off, revealing his broken horns.

Blitz gasps in shock at the sight of the horns. “Fizz--”

Fizz stares at the ground, his eyes puffy. “I try to pull my shit together. I--I’ve tried. But no matter what, I can’t see myself without being next to Ozzie. And it hurts so fucking much just seeing those bastards torturing the shit out of him! I want them dead! I--I want them all dead!”

Blitz softens his gaze at his friend and picks up his jester hat. He kneels down and rubs Fizz’s shoulders affectionately, earning a gaze from his friend.

“I know,” Blitz says softly. “And they will pay for what they did to him. They will all pay for the pain and suffering they’re causing our group. But you can’t just go charging in the castle full of armed guards and powerful beings. They will tear you limb from limb if you even try it. You understand that, don’t you?”

Fizz sniffles and nods hesitantly.

“Don’t worry, Fizz. We’ll get him back,” Blitz says, putting the jester hat back on Fizz to cover the broken horns. “I don’t know when. But it will be soon. You just need to hang on longer.”

“How much longer?” Fizz asks.

Blitz shrugs. “Just a little longer. C’mon, let’s get the fuck out of here.”

Blitz picks Fizz and has him wrap his robotic limbs around his body.

“I-I’m sorry,” Fizz stutters.

“Nah, it’s all good. I understand. Hang on,” Blitz responds before swinging on the side of the castle, unaware that both Blitz and Fizz are caught on video by the camera attached to the pole on top of the rooftop they are just on top of.

~.~

In the computer lab, Vox sits back on his gamer chair and stares up at all the cameras around them with the video of Blitz and Fizz talking taking up a third of the screen in front of him. He corners a small smirk and leans back against the chair.

“Well, well, soon, huh?” Vox utters out loud to himself.

He swipes onto the other screen to find the van pulling out to get away from the castle. He pauses the video and is able to zoom in to transcribe the license plate in front of him. Then a ringing sounds comes from the other screen, causing him to roll over to the other side. He hears the button press.

“Hello?” Charlie’s familiar voice echoes in the recording.

“Hey, Princess, we’re on our way to you. Where are you guys at?” Blitz responds in the recording.

The recording becomes static, but Vox can still hear the message pretty clearly.

“We’re at--Carmilla Carmine--you know---where angelic weapons are sold.”

“Ah, shit, I know that place. We’ll be-- in five minutes.”

“Perfect! See you--guys there!”

Vox hears the recording ends with a small smirk. He takes out his own phone to text in the group text that involves Velvette, Orais, Morrigan, and Valentino.

“I know where our rebels are,” Vox texts the group.

Valentino sends the message with a ring. “I sensed Angel’s horniness. He’s making out with his fucking boyfriend!”

Vox sighs irritably while seeing more texts from Velvette trying to calm Valentino.

Then a smile corners on his lip.

“Maybe it’s about damn time we pay Alastor and his little friends a visit,” Vox says with a small chuckle. 

To Be Continued...

[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

OBSESSIVE STOLAS X Male Imp Pt.1

(This is a long fanfic and will consist of multiple parts.)

The day Stolas met you, the life which had been boring at worst and full of love and respect at best, was in complete shambles. Broken ever since the "Brunch incident".

He and his wife were barely on speaking terms, and when they did speak, it would almost exclusively devolved into a fight filled with harsh words and thrown objects.

His darling starfire hadn't spoken to him in over a week. Something he'd usually chock up to teenage angst, but she actively avoided him now.

Something she'd never do before.

And so with his homelife slowly tearing him apart, he naturally thought a visit to his favourite Imp in all hell would brighten his day.

And that's where you came in.

You'd worked at I.M.P for the last few months and were quickly becoming a valued member of the I.M.P family.

Youd just finished a job and were about to fill out the rather tedious paperwork the job entailed, When the towering Demon Prince entered the office.

You were too proud an Imp to admit it, but when you first saw Prince Stolas you were a little starstruck.

Said Prince, apon finding a new Imp at I.M.P's office immediately inquired as to who you were

Taken off guard by suddenly be talking to a Prince of hell, you spent a moment fumbling your words, before finally telling him your name.

Stolas finding the whole thing quiet adorable.

Stolas sparked up a conversation, asking how you ended up at I.M.P and your work with the company. Something you were more than happy to tell him about.

You told him how Blitzø had hired you after youd single handedly killed 3 men in a fight with only a can opener.

Then you told him about how working as an assassin was challenging but enjoyable work, all things considered.

You tell him how working for the chaotic force of nature that is Blitzø was great too, when he wasn't being a prick.

As charming as Stolas found your slightly flustered conversation. There was a purpose to his visit. And so asking you if Blitzø was in, to which you told him he was in his office.

Stolas suddenly became anxious, wondering aloud if his outfit was presentable or not.

This caused you to laugh, placing a hand over your mouth.

Stolas was immediately indignant, demanding to know what was so funny.

You killed the laugh with a cough, before telling him you laughed because simply put "You'd never seen a more ravishing demon in all your time in hell" And for him to be anxious was funny to you.

Stolas Blushed hard, a Warmth he didn't understand spreading through his chest. It had been so long since he'd received such praise from someone who wasnt utterly subservient to him.

Sputtering out an timid thank you, before immediately making his way Blitzø's office, Ignoring your cries to wait.

Being violently thrown out of Blitzø's office was not how he saw this unplanned little 'Rendezvous' going.

Blitzø stepped out stared down at him, a mixture of disgust and anger plain on his face.

'I'm so sick of this shit stolas' Blitzø grumble out, pinching the bridge between his eyes. 'We made a Fucking deal, I come over ONCE a MONTH and fuck your brains out. And you leave me alone unless you have a job for us.'

Stolas tried to reply, trying to explain why he was there. But before he could Blitzø interjected 'I can put up with all creepy perverted texts and shit, but I am not your God Damned SEXTOY Stolas! I don't want to see your ass don't here again!' He screamed, before slamming the door.

Stolas just sat there. Unwilling to move. He felt like he'd just been slapped.

His eyes stung. His throat burned. He clutched at the ground, and even as his world fell apart around him, he could only focus on one thing.

He felt so cold...

He had no one.

No one loved him.

He felt so cold...

It took everything he had not to breakdown, he couldn't, not here. It was unbecoming of a prince to been seen showing such weakness.

The sudden sensation of something on his shoulder. Daring to open his eyes, he was shocked to find You, standing over him. Hand on his shoulder and a sympathetic smile on your face.

You reached into your coat and removed a handkerchief.

Croutching down you wiped the growing dew around his eyes.

Putting away the hanky, you stood up and offered him a hand.

Helping him to his feet, you asked him if he was okay. Stolas immediately tried to put up his aristocratic facade and assure you he was fine.

Only for the words to die in his throat and for him to almost burst into tears again.

Leading him into the nearby office, you find yourself in the conference room. You sat him on said conference table.

Quickly zipping off, you returned a moment later with a little plastic cup of water.

Handing the little cup, he took it with a wordless thanks.

Stolas felt cold.

He felt like his whole world was falling apart. He had nothing.

His wife couldnt stand him.

His beloved Starfire wouldn't stay in the same room as him.

He had nothing and no one.

No one loved him.

Why should he even go on.

Even through there crimson glow, you could see just how close he was to breaking down.

So before his despair could consume him completely, you did the only thing you could think of.

You climbed atop the conference table and pulled the poor owl-boi into a hug.

It was a little awkward due to the height difference, but standing on the table brought you high enough to pull his head onto your chest.

Stolas was utterly shocked, not just by the action itself, But the fact you did this on your own acord.

He didn't have to barter or beg or make promises for your affection.

You just... gave it freely.

He couldnt help himself.

It had been so long since he'd last felt the loving touch of another soul.

And for you to give affection so openly, he felt he could let himself be vulnerable to you. He releases a long anguished cry, bursting into tears.

You just held him close, gently petting his head, whispering words of comfort, telling him everything would be okay.

He didn't know why but your words brought out

Stolas threw his arms around you, holding onto you as though you were the last anchor in his sea of despair.

The poor owl drenched the front of your shirt with his dejected tears.

Stolas didn't know how long he cried for, and you simply didn't care.

You could tell he needed this and were more then happy to give the demonic prince some much needed affection.

Eventually, Stolas shed all the tears he had, standing up he unintentionally pulled himself from your warm embrace.

Stolas instantly missed the warmth of your touch. The same all consuming coldness as before instantly returning.

Looking up at Stolas you draw your handkerchief and go to wipe his tear stained face.

But before you could, Stolas grabbed your hand, his other hand was placed on the back of your head, he pulls you into a kiss.

You weren't sure how to react, stolas certainly didn't give you any time to figure it out as he pulled you deeper into the kiss.

While you were initially shocked by the kiss, you honestly, didn't care to put up any kind of resistance.

While you would of preferred he asked for a kiss, you could tell the guy needed this. And all things considered, you were happy to oblige him.

So when his tongue slid across your teeth, asking for entrance, you wrapped your arms around his neck you let it in, giving stolas full access to your mouth.

You began leaning into the kiss, doing your best to return his passion.

Stolas, took your returning passion as further permission, he became more aggressive.

His tongue dominated your mouth, as his hands began roamed across your body.

Stolas was in bliss, each time you shivered or moaned, bringing him further pleasure.

Taking each sound as encouragement, he became more and more aggressive. Sure that each sound you made was an unconscious sign of love.

He became more desperate to hear your angelic voice as moaned or cried out. Desperate to hear someone say they loved him.

Gripping his head, you tried to de-escalate the situation before it got out of hand.

Of course that was easier said then done, as Stolas was much stronger then he looked. But after much effort, despite Stolas's silent insistence that you continue, you finally managed to break the kiss.

Stolas's forceful nature found you pushed back onto the table. Stolas towering over you, staring down at you with those awe inspiring crimson eyes.

'We cant be this doing this' You try to tell him 'Not here. What if someone walks in on us?' The question hung in the air. When it became obvious it wasn't deterring his growing need you asked 'What if Blitzø catches us?'

Stolas pulled back at that.

Looking to the side he rubbed his arm, Anxiety bubbling in his chest.

Stolas hadn't thought of that.

What if Blitzø did walk in?

Finding him with one of his employees.

In his office.

Would Blitzø be upset?

Would he yell at him, scream and throw a fit, insisting he had betrayed him...

Would Blitzø even care?

There was a part of him that said 'Of course he would. Blitzø, no matter how much he denied it, surely Blitzø cared for him on some level.'

Stolas could tell himself that all he wanted, but deep down, he knew the truth.

He placed his hand on your cheek, looking down at you. He tried to speak only for a new wave of emotions hit him, causing him on reflex to fall silent.

It was in that moment, as he stood over you, did he realis he didn't need to hide his vulnerability from you. You weren't judging him, he could be vulnerable to you and would judge him for it.

His heart swelled and despite having just met you, he found himself developing a deep yearning to be with you.

'I-I know this is sudden. And you have every right to say no. But please... No one has ever shown me such genuine affection like you have today.'

' I'm so used to people only interested in me for my status or resources.' Stolas held himself, looking dejectedly to the side. A new wave of sorrow enveloping him.

'Your the only one who's shown me the slightes care, past what I could do for them.' He didn't meet your gaze, he ran his hand down your chest, his voice becoming just above a whisper. 'I have nothing (Y/N), I have no one. Right now your the only thing I have.'

'I need to feel something (Y/n), I need to feel something before I fall apart, and I want feel it with you.' He was practically begging you by this point.

Things like pity and mercy were a death sentence in hell.

There was nothing stopping you from saying no. You cared little for royalty. You weren't some door mat that took every word from royalty as gospel.

But right now, this great Demonic Prince standing before you. He didn't want your obedience. He wasn't forcing you to do anything.

He just wanted some sort of affection. something you knew you could give him so easily.

How could you say no?

With a deep sigh, you resigned yourself to your fate. Leaning forward you place your hand under his chin and raised his head to meet your gaze. Stolas was shocked when pulled him close and planted a kiss on his his beak.

'Lock the door' you whispered.

[amazingmsme]

i’m living for the helluva boss content you’re posting !!! may i pls request 10 & 27 with stolitz ?

These numbers must be really popular lol. I think it’s so funny how you & that anon picked the exact same numbers! Great minds think alike! It’s kinda suggestive but hey, it’s Blitzo & Stolas, can you blame me? It’s a little suggestive tho, but nothing explicit.

Stolas had been wanting to try something new for a while, but was afraid of how Blitzo would react. Would he think he was weird and mock him? Would he refuse and walk out on their little session? He doubted he would, but he couldn’t help the anxiety eating away at him.

“What’s goin’ on in that bird brain o’ yours? You’ve been unusually quiet,” Blitzo inquired. And wasn’t that just the perfect segway to talk about his feelings.

“I’ve actually been wanting to try something new…” he trailed off, tracing the pattern of his bedspread. Blitzo smirked and leaned in closer.

“It couldn’t possibly have something to do with those fuzzy cuffs I saw earlier, could it?” he purred. “I gotta say, I admire the aesthetic, even if it’s not my exact taste.”

“Yes, I know. You prefer leather. And it ties into it…”

“HA! Tie, like bondage! I get it,” Blitzo barked out a laugh at the unintentional pun. Stolas offered a tight smile. Blitzo stopped chuckling, realizing that he was serious.

“Well what is it? Go on, you can tell me,” he encouraged.

“Well alright. But you have to promise not to laugh.”

“I can’t guarantee anything, but I can sure as hell try,” he assured.

“It’s just- I’ve been feeling a bit down lately, and could really use a good laugh. So I was wondering if you could- um- wow I didn’t think this would be that hard to ask,” he said nervously, a slight giggle in his voice. Blitzo’s lips quirked up and he huffed in amusement. “Couldyoutickleme?” he rushed out in one breath.

Blitzo heard him loud and clear, but couldn’t pass up an opportunity to tease him. “I’m sorry, what was that?” he asked, cupping his ear.

“I know you heard me! Don’t make me repeat it,” he whined.

“You want me to, what was it? Pickle you? Like put you in some vinegar and age you? That is fuckin’ weird,” he teased, but even as he spoke, he started cuffing him to the bed.

Stolas whined and looked away. “Blitzyyyy!” He chuckled as he straddled his waist.

“Oh I’m gonna enjoy this,” he said, wiggling his fingers above him. He faked an attack, making the owl demon shriek. Blitzo cackled as his cheeks reddened.

“Y-you’re a horrible tease! I-I changed my mind, you don’t deserve this,” he said in a prissy voice, tugging on his arms.

“Oh no, too late to back out now. Besides, I know you love it when I’m mean,” he purred, cupping his chin. Stolas melted at the touch.

“That I do…” he agreed with a dreamy smile.

“You up for a little challenge?” he asked, mischief dancing in the imp’s eyes. A pleasant chill ran up Stolas’s spine.

“As always,” he purred.

“Good. I wonder how long you can go without laughing?” he pondered aloud. “I mean, if you can manage to stay quite during all that other stuff, this should be a piece of cake for you,” he teased.

“Ihihi don’t know… want to find out?” he invited, arching his back.

“You bet your sweet ass I do! Don’t think this means I’ll go easy on ya,” Blitzo teased with a wink. “I love watching you break.” Without further ado, he began scratching over his belly. Stolas squeezed his eyes shut, squirming side to side. A wobbly grin was plastered on his face, and he sucked his tummy in, trying to escape the tingly feeling.

Blitzo traced shapes over his feathery tummy, making him writhe around on the bed. His breath was starting to get more sporadic as he fought to stay quiet.

“I’m actually surprised you haven’t cracked yet. I know how sensitive you are,” he teased, dragging a single finger down his chest all the way to his waist line. Stolas arched his back sharply, a giggly whimper escaping. Blitzo smirked down at him, walking his fingers up his sides. Stolas was smiling brightly, clearly struggling to contain his laughter.

“What happens if I tickle you… here?” Blitzo asked, suddenly diving for his exposed pits. The floodgates broke and Stolas’s wild laughter flooded the room.

Now the real fun could begin.

[vizowrites]

That’s One Hell of a Resume

{Set during the Harvest Moon Festival competitions}

~*~

To  Blitzø’s great surprise, the Harvest Moon Festival was actually turning out to not be a fuck fest invite after all.

He honestly hadn’t been sure when the games initially kicked off.  The horde of imps that had come to compete for the title of “the roughest, toughest, bastard in Wrath” had a proclivity for violence that could easily--and not inaccurately--be described as a passion.  Then of course there was Stolas, watching him thirstily from atop his fancy seat underneath his fancy tent, cooing and cheering out “Blitzyyyyy!!'' at every opportunity he got to speak.  Yet the honored owl prince somehow still managed to keep his pants on throughout each and every event--and even more impressively managed to keep his degrading sweet talk void of any sexual obscenities.  He hadn’t even been able to manage that much on a day trip to a theme park with his daughter.  Yet somehow...this wasn’t even the best part of the festival to  Blitzø.  It was up there to be sure, but it wasn’t the toppiest top.  The “dom of the disco”**, if you will.  

No, the BEST part of the festival--and the thing that kept the imp grinning from ear to ear throughout the entire competition--was that this honkytonk battle royale was shaping up to be the perfect opportunity to show off and be recognized for just how much of a boss-ass bitch Blitz actually was: 2nd to absolutely fucking none.

Well...maybe with ONE slight exception.

“I gotta say, you just keep on impressin’ me every chance you get,” that one slight exception said with a smirk, the tip of his tail flicking forward into a small curl.  “No wonder your killin’ biz is so successful.  You do every kill single-handed there, Boss Man?” The two were standing off on the sidelines together during one of the many interims inbetween contests, where the first round winners had already secured their victories and now were stuck watching the remaining shitty losers battle it out to find out which of them would end up being the absolute shittiest loser.  It was taking a stupidly long-ass time, a hell of a lot longer than  Blitzø would’ve normally had the patience for, but with his present company leaning up against the bleacher stands like that.....there were definitely worse ways he could be spending his down time right now.

“Nah,” he answered with a small flick of his wrist, gesturing vaguely in the general direction of where he’d last seen Moxxie getting his ass kicked and Millie sitting in the stands watching it happen.  “I know he’s not doing a great job of showing it right now--” he said just as Moxxie got elbow dropped by a shark “--but Moxxie’s not completely useless.  He did get me shot on a job once while he was in the middle of being a little bitch, but as soon as he finally found his balls again, he got things back under control pretty fast.  And Millie’s just a straight up badass.  If her parents had allowed her to play in the games, you’d have gotten your ass handed to you three rounds ago.”

“That so?” Striker’s lips drew back into a slight smirk, just enough for the light to catch on the very tip of his fanged gold tooth.  “Because I seem to remember a certain someone else bein’ the one to get themselves all roped up in a hogtie about three rounds ago.”  

“I have no idea what you’re talking about but it sounds like complete bullshit.”

“That’s kinda what I was thinkin’ myself to be honest after that first relay run--” Those snake-like eyes raked in every inch of Blitz’s annoyed face, feeling the corners of his own pleasantly sting as his grin spread even wider. “Right up ‘til I saw some o’that nice red color risin’ up in their face--”

“IT’S HOT--THERE ARE FUCKING VOLCANOES NEARBY OKAY!!” Blitz realized, very quickly, just how loud and defensive those words sounded, but he also realized just as quickly that there wasn’t anything he could do to take them back now.  Instead, he straightened himself up, cleared his throat, pretended that there wasn’t some of ‘that nice red color’ in his face now, and said in what he thought was a much more nonchalant voice, “Anyway, I’m starving, and since these last few dipshits are taking forever to get their asses kicked, I’m gonna go find something deep-fried to shove down my throat.  Catch you at the awards ceremony or whatever the fuck they do around here to finish themselves off.”

The I.M.P. Head made it a grand total of two steps before the unmistakable crunch of boots sounded behind him, followed by a faint scoff of a laugh and the distinct rattling of a tail as Striker joined him at his side.  

“There’s a whole row of food stands back there behind the stage,” he said with a nod, meeting  Blitzø’s stride and starting to veer them off in that direction.  “And now that you mention it, I wouldn’t mind grabbin’ a bite.  Besides--I feel like I might owe you one for bringin’ up such a tender subject.”

The unrepentant but non-malicious smirk he sent Blitz’s way wasn’t at all softened by the wink that accompanied it, but it somehow brought a slight smile to the smaller imp’s lips all the same.

“You got fucking lucky and that was it,” Blitz insisted with a sharp flick of his tail, not having the faintest fucking clue why he was smiling about this in the first place but subconscioiusly hoping that swatting at Striker would be distracting enough that the taller imp wouldn’t notice.  “And besides, I could’ve gotten out of it if I had really wanted to.”

“Oh, so you wanted to be all tied up like that?”  The grin that spread across Striker’s face was even wider than the first, his razor sharp teeth now on full display. “Well now, if that’s what you were wantin’ you could’ve just asked.  I’d’ve been happy to oblige right from the start.” 

“Ha! Like I’d ever make it that easy for you,”  Blitzø retorted with a challenging grin, his eyes dancing with a truly impish gleam of delight as he and Striker rounded the stage together, his earlier thoughts of the food shacks that waited beyond almost entirely forgotten as they were overtaken by memories of their constant back-and-forth scuffle throughout the festival. “You beating me fair and square is one thing--even though you still totally just got really fucking lucky and also it definitely never even happened in the first place.  But if you were actually going to beat me...you better believe it’s not gonna happen without a fight.  I don’t just bow out like some sloppy bitch who can’t figure out where they put their car keys and has to take the walk of shame back to their shitty apartment at 4 in the morning.  If you wanna come out on top over me, you better fucking work for it.”  

The black tip of his pointed tail flicked up to poke Striker once in the center of his chest, punctuating the word ‘work’ perfectly. 

Striker’s tail, on the other hand, began to rattle.

“Yeah?” he said, his earlier easy tone starting to become weighted with something softer, but deeper.  Neither he nor  Blitzø made any indication that they were aware that he was guiding them both right on past the front of the stand that they had originally been headed toward, and instead had them disappearing into the shadows behind it. “You’re okay with not coming out on top so long as whoever does earns their place there?”

“I mean...”  Blitzø trailed off a bit as he casually leaned up against the back of the stand, folding his arms over his chest as he eyed Striker with that lingering gleam in his own gaze. “You have been able to keep up with me in all the other games...so I guess it might be possible for you to get the upper hand on me for at least one of them.”  

“Just me?”  The rattling sound intensified. 

“Well there sure as fuck wasn’t anyone else who was able to keep up,”  Blitzø rolled his eyes in annoyed exasperation at just how much everyone else truly sucked in comparison to the two of them, before he slowly looked back up at Striker--and realized that the snake-like imp was suddenly a lot closer than he’d been before.  Much closer.  

“...Striker?”

“Yeah, Blitz?”

“Please tell me we’re not actually talking about the fucking games anymore.”

A short, soft laugh was the initial answer, followed by that still rattling tail coiling around Blitz’s slender waist as Striker propped himself up on one arm against the structure behind them, his hand splayed just to the side of the crimson imp’s right cheek.  

“I haven’t been talkin’ about the games since you got me with your tail, Darlin’,” he whispered, his hooded eyes narrowing to glowing slits of pale gold as he leaned in almost close enough to touch.  “But I don’t know if there ain’t somethin’ to be said about that “fuckin’” part yet...”

Blitz’s words came back to him then, ringing in his head as clear as when he first said them: 

“...Well if you promise this isn’t some fuck fest invite...”

“.....You gonna work for it, Cowboy?” 

“Yessir, Boss Man.” 

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“So...lemme get this straight--”  Blitzø finally shifted his weight, easing it off of Striker and rolling to rest his back on whatever podunk concession stand they’d spent the last ten minutes fucking up against.  “--You tie me for first place in the games, you ride around on the most majestic fucking horse I’ve ever seen, you take down a hell hog with a single stab while completely and mercilessly humiliating one of my employees in front of his in-laws at the same fucking time, and you called me “Sir” when we first met?  AND you’re a great fuck??”

The quirked eyebrow and smug gold-toothed grin he got in reply said more than words ever could, especially when accompanied by the satisfied rattling of that long, spiked tail.

“That’s one hell of a resume you’ve got there.”  Blitzø didn’t even realize his own face had split into a grin until he saw it reflected in Striker’s eyes, hypnotized by the sheer reckless abandon he felt ignited between them.  “Want to join I.M.P.?”  

Striker couldn’t help but laugh, reaching up to adjust the brim of his hat from where Blitz’s tail had nearly knocked it off, his unwavering gaze sparking into an infernal glow.

“Tell you what,” he said, his tone a warm rumble of amusement meeting temptation.  “You and I head on back to the stage, revel in our well-deserved glory, and--once we’re satisfied it’s been rubbed into the faces of those sorry ass losers enough--I’ll head on back up to the farm and have a little talk with Miss Mildred’s folks about finishin’ things up around here for the season.  Maybe see if they can find another set of hands to join ‘em for the next one if mine are gonna be occupied with--” His hand found its way down to Blito’s face, the sharp claw-like nail of his thumb pressing under the shorter imp’s chin to tilt it up towards his own. “--other things.”

“Believe me, Cowboy,”  Blitzø’s eyes were burning, twin embers of eagerness that ran so deep he could feel the heat of it vibrating through to his very core--and his vocal chords.  “You’re not going to find a more hands-on job than the one you’re gonna get if you come and work for me.  ESPECIALLY in that order.” 

Striker’s tail snaked its way up and along past Blitz’s hip, the pointed tip flicking over his chest as it’s rattle joined in the chorus of that deep, heated purring.  

“Don’t mind if I hold you to that, Sir.”

“Oh fuck me--”

And Striker did. Again.

~*~

Random Notes: 

**My counterpart to the phrase “the belle of the ball”--”the dom of the disco”.  I think I’m way funnier than I actually am. :D

ANYWAY tho I really hope y’all like it!!  This is the first fanfic I’ve posted anywhere publicly in a hot minute so I hope it’s not a bad kickoff to something I’m hoping to really get back into!!  I have plans to post the full fic of this--with the non-censored sex scene to my AO3 oohlala--so if that’s something you’d like to see, feel free to lemme know here and I can get right on that!!  Otherwise have a great day, thanks for reading, and if anyone wants to hit me up for some lovely BlitzStrike talks, I’m always open to messages!!

Thanks again Lovelies!! <3

[trashcanfanfics]

how would blitz react if striker tried to kill him and reader got caught in the crossfire taking the hit for him?

What a concept!!! Fics galore!!

You were rushing down the hall, desperately trying to reach the room where you heard the sounds of fighting. It was the middle of the night and you were sleeping on Blitz's couch after a movie marathon when you were woken to the sounds of a struggle. The voices grew louder as you finally got to the door. You threw open the door to see Blitz being held at gun point by Striker, the imp who tried to kill Stolas.

"What's this?" The rattle of his tail weirded you out slightly. "You're lover?" You warily watched as he continued to hold his gun at Blitz. While his eyes were trained on you, Blitz quickly pulled out a gun from his pajama shirt. Does he sleep with it there? Makes sense.

"Leave them out of this!" Blitz started shooting and kicked over his love seat to use as cover while Striker used the bed, pushed back from the wall. You dove behind the love seat next to Blitz. You noticed a gun strapped to one of the wooden bones of the couch and grabbed it to help shoot.

"So, Striker's back..." You fired more shots from the side of the couch and hear Blitz's snort.

"Yeah, he just couldn't stay away from this hot piece of ass." He smacked his ass for emphasis, making you laugh a little. You looked out from the side to shoot more at the offending imp, only to find he's not there, he's crouching on the tipped over couch, pointing his gun at Blitz.

Everything seem to happen so fast, you dove over and threw yourself over Blitz, barely registering the pain erupting from your back. They both looked on for a mminute in shock before Blitz let out a loud growl and raised his gun. He shot Striker in the arm then kicked him off the couch, holding you all the while. Your vision was fading inand out, you were going to pass out from the pain. There was shouting and then a window breaking before gentle touches and panicked murmurs.

"Hang on, Y/n, I called Moxxie, he'll help you, just-just stay awake!" Those were the last words you heard before you couldn't fight it any longer, and succumbed to the darkness.

~*~

Blitz saw Y/n's eyes close and their face relax, their body limp. Panic increased his heart reate and breathing. He gently picked them up, and took them to the livingroom. Their small groan of pain made him relax slightly. They were still breathing, they'll be okay. That last part was a hope that he had to hold onto.

"Dammit Y/n, we still have to go horseback riding together, you promised..." He felt useless as he laid them on the couch, on their stomach to make sure the wound wouldn't be affected, not knowing what to do. He wished Moxxie would hurry the FUCK up. "You can't just leave me alone like this, there are so many things we were gonna do together." He put his forehead against their's.

"Okay! I have everything needed! Where-?!" Moxxie burst into the apartment and laid eyes on Blitz and Y/n. "Oh, crumbs!" He rushed to the pair and set all the supplies down next to the couch. Blitz moved out of the way and anxiously watched as Moxxie lifted Y/n's shirt to assess the damage.

"Can you fix them?" Blitz hated how small and desperate his voice sounded, but he was scared. Terrified at the idea of losing them. They were his best friend, his partner in crime. His...He realized then that he was in love with you and cursed that he didn't realize sooner. It wouldn't have made a difference, though, he had thought. You would still be on his couch, bleeding out, clinging to whatever the fuck kind of existance you called this, while he stood there, crushed.

Moxxie didn't answer, too busy cleaning up the blood and stopping the bleeding. That was fine, Blitz wanted him to pour all of his attention into fixing you up.

~*~

You woke up on your stomach to a sharp pain in your back and let out a small cry of pain. The memories of what happened came rushing back fast enough to make your head spin. You didn't even try to get up. Fast footsteps made their way to you from somewhere else before a ragged Blitz came into view. He saw your eyes open and rushed over to you.

"Y/n! You're awake! How do you feel? Do you need anything?" He was in your face, his breath smelled horrible and there were bags under his eyes. When was the last time he slept?

"Water," you rasped out, your throat felt like a desert. How long have you been out for? Blitz was gone and back in a flash, bringing back a glass with a straw in it so you wouldn't have to sit up, how thoughtful.

"Here you are!" He held it for you as you drank and took it back when you were finished. You lifted your arms and try to lift yourself up before Blitz walked back in to see you. He rushed over and gently helped you.

"Fuck," you hissed out in pain. He helped you sit up,m making sure not to touch the exact spot on your back that was shot.

"Maybe when you're feeling better." His response made you stare at his smirk in confusion for a second until it registered. You laughed slightly, making his smile wider.

"Ha ha, Blitz." You rolled your eyes. "I might keep you to that, though." You grunted in pain as another wave of it crashed over your back. Blitz handed you painkillers and a cup of water that you didn't notice he brought back from the kitchen. You gladly took it and downed the water, pill in mouth.

"Hey, Y/n?" Blitz looked at you with slight nervousness, picking at his sleeve, a habit he had picked up from you. "I..." Your eyes met and there was a sort of hesitant softness to his gaze. It was rare that Blitz looked so vulnerable, so small. He took a breath in then out.

"Y/n, when you were shot, I-I didn't know what to do. All my mind could think of is that you'd be dying in my apartment because of the business I'm in, on my couch while I stood there, watching it happen. I realized that I don't want to lose you, that I love you so much." You blinked at his words. That was a lot of mush that Blitz normally hates and he just said it to you. You had never seen him so honest.

"Blitz that was a whole lotta cheese," you saw him deflate a little, "But I love you too." He was quick to kiss you after that. You giggled, ignoring the pain in your back and kissed him back.

[ryosei-hime]

Comfort

Day 5 for Stolitz week! Blitz goes to Stolas' for a full moon rendezvous but ends up having a different kind of night. Also available on AO3.

Blitz always felt a little weirder about coming in through the front door of the Goetia Palace whenever Stella wasn’t around. It didn’t seem right. The servant imps all stared or pointedly ignored him. They all knew why he was there. And honestly, it took longer to go through the damn palace than it did to climb the balcony. 

He felt like he’d walked miles by the time he got to Stolas’ bedroom door, book tucked under his arm. He pushed the door open slowly, finding Stolas sitting on the bed, back to the door. Something seemed off. Blitz put the book down on the nearest piece of furniture that would hold it as he studied Stolas’ curved back. 

When Stolas was upset, he somehow managed to look even more fragile. Like you could snap him if you touched him. Blitz rounded the bed, swinging around to face him with a sultry grin in an attempt to cheer him up. 

“Someone here order the hottest ass in Hell?” 

Stolas looked up and smiled lightly, but there were tears in his eyes. Blitz dropped the act immediately. 

“Hey, what’s wrong?” 

“Oh, it’s nothing, really.” Stolas dabbed at his eyes with a handkerchief and tried to look excited to see him. 

But his whole body still drooped like a limp noodle and Blitz couldn’t see this night going well with him like that. He already had to do all the work most of the time, but if Stolas couldn’t even hold himself up they weren’t gonna get anywhere.

He plopped down on the bed next to the feathery sad sack. Better get straight to the point here or Stolas would dance around it all night. 

“Don’t give me that bullshit. Is it the bitch?” 

“No. It’s not Stella.” Stolas sighed deeply. “It’s nothing to concern yourself with.” 

“Well, I’m concerning...me...with...I’m concerned!” 

Stolas looked surprised. 

“That’s right. I said it. Now spit it out.” 

“Very well,” Stolas consented. “I’m...well, I suppose I’m suffering a bit of depression. Concerning my future.” 

“Your future?” 

What the hell did Stolas have to be concerned about? He had money and power. Nothing in Hell could touch the man. 

“I don’t know what it looks like at this point or what it should look like. Oh, I have an idea of the bigger picture,” he said with a dismissive wave of the hand. “But personal matters are a different story.” 

Blitz swallowed, very aware he had to be included in those worries. Stolas slid a hand over his to confirm that further. 

“How will Octavia feel about me as she grows? About the choices I choose or decline to make? Where will those choices lead me and can I ever be brave enough to make them?” 

Blitz slipped his hand from Stolas’ but only to get a better hold on it, lacing their fingers. 

“That’s some pretty deep shit.” 

“I’m sorry. Perhaps we should reschedule our rendezvous.” 

“Yeah, we don’t need sad sex. Trust me, I know.” 

Blitz made a face and Stolas smiled sadly again. 

“Well, I suppose you’ll want to be on your way, then.” 

Stolas attempted to remove his hand, but Blitz held onto it. 

“I’m already here. And it’s like fifty fuckin miles back to the front door. Mind if I stay a while?”

Stolas’ fingers squeezed his and a more genuine smile spread over his face. 

“If that’s what you want.”

Blitz gave him a rare soft smile before releasing his hand and crawling up to the top of the huge bed. He flopped back onto a pile of pillows and gave him another exaggeratedly seductive look. 

“Come and get it.” 

Stolas laughed before slinking up beside him and cuddling up to his side, arms snaking around his waist. Blitz put his arm around his thin shoulders, letting him tuck his head under his chin. 

“Thank you, Blitzy. You don’t have to do this.” 

Blitz shrugged and pulled him closer. 

“Hey, it’s less work than what I came here for.” 

Stolas played with the buttons on Blitz’s shirt absently as Blitz’s hand ran up and down his arm in a soothing motion. Stolas wasn’t so bad to hold. He tried not to let him know that, but he was soft and warm. Blitz let his face rest against the top of Stolas’ head and let himself enjoy the comfortable silence. 

[trellanyx]

Dark!Stolas AU

I started to send a prompt to @vizowrites​ after reading the latest installment of her Dark!Stolas AU, then realized I wanted to write it instead. lol This is meant to be a direct sequel to Where You Belong. Thanks for letting me play in the sandbox for a bit bb!

Fic Warnings: This is an AU where Blitzo does not want to have sex with Stolas, and only does so in order to have continued access to the grimoire. Stolas has no qualms about using this leverage to keep Blitzo in line, or ignoring Blitzo’s boundaries. Nothing sexual happens in this fic, but if you don’t like reading fics based off this premise, this isn’t for you. Like the title says, Stolas is not a good person here.

“And you,” Stolas said, his gaze flashing back to Striker with a near break-neck speed, flashing in a surge of barely contained power that still seemed to simmer just beneath the surface. “While I admire that terribly forceful nature of yours, I highly suggest that you remember just to whom you are speaking. And just to whom you owe your continued opportunities that keep your schedules oh so busy. Which reminds me, darling Blitzy….bring the book with you to our next meeting.”

“Blitzy! There you are, darling.”

Regrettably, Blitzo thought. He placed the book on its usual place on the nightstand and shucked off his coat. Stolas loved it when his favorite toy showed such ‘enthusiasm’, not noticing, or perhaps not caring, that Blitzo’s only motivation was to get the night over with as quickly as possible.

He didn’t know which option was worse.

“Look, can we skip the roleplay tonight? My back has been bitching at me all day.”

Stolas giggled. “Ah yes. Isn’t that post-coital ache just delightful? I know my best mornings always happen when I can’t walk straight.”

Blitzo rolled his eyes. In the beginning, he’d respond to comments like that with something along the lines of, “I hear a good ass whooping produces the same result”, but Stolas always interpreted those retorts as encouragement, and Blitzo eventually stopped bothering. He nodded to where Stolas was decadently sprawled along a twilight-violet chaise. “That the spot you’ve decided on?”

“As thrilling as it is to be the center of such undivided attention,” purred Stolas, “I’d actually prefer we take things slower tonight. It feels like ages since we’ve had the chance to simply…talk.” Stolas’s eyes gleamed scarlet, all four of them pinned directly on Blitzo. “Given both of our busy schedules, after all.”

Blitzo stiffened, feeling his stomach shrivel with a sudden chill of terror.

“Stolas--”

“Sit, please,” said the prince, waving a hand at a matching armchair Blitzo knew hadn’t been there a moment ago. “I’m as eager to receive your glorious cock as you are to give it to me, but another need must be satisfied first.”

The words tumbled out of Blitzo so quickly they nearly slurred together. “If this is about what happened at the office, I swear--”

“I said sit.”

Blitzo’s jaw snapped shut with an audible click. He power-walked to the chair, unwilling to risk finding out what Stolas might do if he thought Blitzo was taking too long. But Stolas only giggled again, as if seeing Blitzo so flustered was cute.

“Though since you bring it up, I would like to discuss what happened when I last tried to visit you. I fear there may be some…misunderstanding among your employees about just what our relationship is like, Blitzy.”

“We don’t have a relationship, Stolas,” snapped Blitzo. “We have an arrangement. I fuck you, you don’t fuck over my business. Cut and fucking dry.”

Stolas clucked his tongue. “Blitzy, we are lovers. You could at least try to put in a little romantic effort outside the bedroom.”

Blitzo bared his teeth. “I’m plenty romantic,” he said, in a moment of reckless defiance. “Just not with you.”

Stolas blinked, and Blitzo nearly bit through his own tongue. He did not, however, take back the words. He was engaged now, for fuck’s sake. And the memory of his fiancé almost spitting in the eyes of demon royalty was enough to give Blitzo just enough courage to wipe out his remaining fucks.

You wanna talk, bitch? Fine. Let’s talk.

Stolas tapped a claw against his thigh. “Are you now?” he asked, terribly soft. Blitzo opened his mouth to snarl back, but it hung open when Stolas suddenly beamed and said, “Why Blitzy, that’s wonderful!”

“….It is?”

“Of course!” trilled Stolas. “I’m so happy to hear there are other paramours in your life! Not surprised, of course, my dear little imp. Who could possibly resist such a beautiful and wickedly talented creature like yourself?” He laughed gaily. “I wondered why that fiery little fellow seemed so testy last we met. Jealousy, hm?” Stolas gave a sage little hoot. “I understand, Blitzy. Love makes fools of us all.”

Blitzo couldn’t help but laugh incredulously. “Striker, jealous of you? Listen bitch--”

“Blitzy, darling, it’s alright,” Stolas soothed. “I understand.”

Blitzo raised an unimpressed eyebrow. “Do ya now?

“It’s not the first time I’ve been threatened over our little courtship,” said Stolas, still smiling. “At least he didn’t throw something at me! Poor Seymour,” he sighed. “Two centuries of care, gone in a blink and a crash. Fortunately my reflexes are better than my wife’s aim!”

“…Am I on drugs?” Blitzo wondered. “Is Verosika about to pop out with a horse head or somethin’? ‘Cause I’m not gonna lie, that’d actually be a pretty sweet upgrade for her.”

“Silly imp,” giggled Stolas. “Well! Now that that little bit of unpleasantness has been cleared up, I say we move on to more enjoyable activities. How about some refreshments before we start?”

Blitzo withheld a groan. Feeding each other was one of Stolas’s favorite forms of foreplay. He’d constantly nip at or suck on Blitzo’s fingers, to say nothing of how often he’d pretend to feed Blitzo a strawberry or something before replacing it with his mouth at the last second. But if it got Stolas to stop asking questions about his and Striker’s relationship, Blitzo was up for anything.

“Just no strawberries, okay? Last time they made me break out in hives.”

“Alas, tonight I’m simply thirsty.” Stolas pulled a silver bell from his robe and gave it a dainty ring. Then he winked at Blitzo and added, “Of course, that’s always my mood when you’re on my mind.”

A servant imp appeared almost instantaneously, carrying a tray with two shimmering glasses of wine.

“I really do feel much better now,” said Stolas, taking his glass.

“Good for you,” deadpanned Blitzo as the servant turned his way. “Now can we get on with--”

CRASH!

“FUCK!” Blitzo scrambled backward, tripping over the arm of the chair and falling onto the floor. His claws scratched the tile as he scooted backwards on his ass, away from the servant who was now a solid block of stone. Blitzo’s wineglass was shattered on the ground. Why…why did it look like the exact shade of blood?

Stolas took a long, indulgent sip of his own wine. “Wiggles, this is Blitzy. Blitzy, Wiggles.”

“Stolas, what the fuck?!”

“Wiggles hasn’t been with me as long as Seymour was,” Stolas continued, not needing to raise his voice to talk over Blitzo’s panicked yelling. “I daresay Wiggles isn’t even his name, but that’s neither here nor there.”

The prince unfolded his unnaturally long legs and walked around the statue of Wiggles. “He’s a good servant, as far as imps go. Obedient, polite, deferential…he knows his place in the world and is content with it. Like Seymour was.” Stolas placed a hand on the top of Wiggles’s stone head. “And like Seymour…”

Blitzo realized what was coming a split second too late. “DON’T--!”

Stolas lightly pushed, and Wiggles fell forward. There was a sick crack when the statue hit the ground, and Blitzo watched in horror as Wiggles’s now detached head lay face-first in the puddle of wine. Stolas waved his hand, and the rest of the body crumbled into dust and rubble.

“Gone in a blink and a crash,” finished Stolas.

There was no flirting or good-natured silliness to Stolas now. He stared down at Blitzo with cold disappointment. Blitzo barely dared to breathe, let alone move.

“Let’s not forget what our actual roles are, my precious little imp,” murmured Stolas. “You are exceedingly good at what you can do with your body, and because of that, I allow your little family venture to succeed. Every time you rendezvous with the world above, you pay your way with my magic. Your daughter sleeps under a roof built from my generosity. Your lover fucks you in a bed gifted by my mercy. I could rip everything away from you, Blitzo. Everything you’ve ever touched. I wouldn’t even have to leave this room.”

Stolas knelt down, ignoring the way Blitzo flinched back. “But I don’t do that, darling. Because I love you. You’ve brought excitement and joy back into my world the likes of which I haven’t felt since my daughter was born. Of all my collections and all of my toys, you are my favorite.”

A crimson glow slowly bled into existence until it outlined Stolas’s entire body. Blitzo couldn’t look away from him, and wasn’t entirely sure that Stolas wasn’t making that possible. The air seemed to constrict around him, making his temples pound and his nose bleed.

“What you do with your time is your own business, Blitzo. But when I call on you, full moon or not, I expect you to answer,” whispered Stolas. The use of Blitzo’s full name stung him like a brand. “When I ask for privacy, I expect to not be interrupted. Above all, I expect you to make sure your associates know their place around us – and mind it. Do you understand?”

Blitzo jerked his head in as much of a nod as he could manage.

“They may hiss and spit all they like, but they will stay out of our way. Else I will remove them myself, and I will make you watch. Do you understand?”

Another nod.

“Say it, Blitzy.”

“…I understand,” said Blitzo through gritted teeth. The moment he did, the air returned to normal, leaving Blitzo gasping for air like a drowning man. Stolas finished his wine, and looked out the balcony window behind Blitzo.

“Ah! And there’s the moon. What a beautiful sight – not as lovely as you, of course.” Stolas cupped Blitzo’s cheek, looking at him with a familiar expression of lust. “Come darling,” he purred. “The night is still young, after all.”

[reonagisolos]

Falling for Ya! - the fanfic I wrote at 5 am because i listened to the teen beach song once

Neither knew how exactly they transitioned from straight transitional screwing monthly to occasional movie–roleplay–fuckathon, but they did, and sometimes, it'd get interesting. Last time he was here, it was by Stolas's request that they spice up the bedroom with role-play, which Blitz himself was neither unfamiliar nor ignorant about.

Plot-twist though because, Stolas? He chooses strange topics for this shit. Sex has ended in pretty much the same way it always has, (hot, rough, and horny) but the build–up to the fucking was always something else. Mail-man fucking his mail? Gardener plowing the ground? A whole-ass musical set he had to ask Moxxie the name of after it was over? He'd feel sorry for whatever niche porn search thing he'd use to get off when he wasn't here.

Today was one of those role-play type days, more specifically, another musical theme. He wasn't sure on what musical exactly—All he knew was that it was a lot less ''old'' than his usual picks for this type of thing.

The room had been especially prepped to look like some tacky tropical resort, complete with fake palm trees and even sand(?) with a fake beach and picnic set. Farther to the left was the television remeniscent of its time, while the movie that had been playing earlier for reference was paused.

Yknow, he would've been flattered if it weren't for the fact that his rich ass was just doing this as an elaborate way to satisfy his need for immersion.

"So this was the scene you wanted to recreate? Seems pretty stupid," Blitz says in the midde of a dance scene, much to Stolas's dismay.

"W-Well! It may be er—Stupid, yes." Okay, so perhaps watching vintage musicals as per request of his daughter mightve led him to fantasizing about it relentlessly until he could do it with his dear Blitzy, "—But I think it would be fun," Stolas responds, flippantly hiding behind his feathers, "Blitz?"

"...What?" He asks, already wearing the tropical shirt that the other had prepared earlier. "Just doing whatevers weird kinks you're into."

Blitz takes his waist and drags the other up, forgetting that there's about three feet between the two of them. Realising his mistake, he drags a chair and stands so they're at least eye level. He carefully puts his right hand on the bird's waist, and keeps his hand around his own.

"Ah—yes! Of course. I had um—Forgotten, " Stolas responded, too dumbfounded to say anything more. Though honestly, he wished that wasn't the only reason he'd agreed.

"Alright, " he says, as he grabs him by the waist, looking at him with half lidded eyes.

"Ready?"

"Ready."

The music whirrs gently as both prepare for the start. Right now, the time was perfect, it had just turned into the evening, the stars shining brightly underneath the low light in the bedroom.

Then the song started it's intro. And past that. By the time the song ended they were still frozen in place.

"...You don't really have a plan for this don't you?"

"To be fair, the movie I was referencing was made in the 2010s—Not exactly the most graceful, waltzy era you've been fantasizing about."

Stolas sighed. He was right.

"Let's try this again."

Except this time, he'll lead their rendezvous more gracefully than his partner did a minute ago.

The music starts again, and he wastes no time is wasted on awkwardly standing around. Blitz starts swaying to the music, and his partner can't help but laugh.

"What?" He asked, still swaying in tempo with the other.

"Nothing! You just, look good."

"Pfft—Course, my petite little ass is irresistible apparently!"

Stolas grins, and he's hoping on everything that he's not dreaming when he sees Blitz smile. The music picks up in speed, so he takes the opportunity to take one of his hands and twirls both of them around the bedroom, still eternally swaying his hips.

Blitz decides to take the initiative and with the grace of a succubus doing a blowjob, grabs Stolas's waist and dips. Really, the gesture would've been more romantic if he was tall enough to reach his eyes, to which he was not, much to the avian's amusement.

He tries again, but to no avail, falling off the table and crashing both of them into the poor beach towels that had to witness their fall. Stolas chuckles in–between choking on sand while Blitz grumbles to the side.

"Blitzy! I know you're the dominant one in this relationship, but I think I can handle this~" He grip hardens as they both step side to side, hips bumping into each other while swaying to the beat.

Blitz takes the opportunity to flail his arms up when he being lifted up into the air, giggling like some stupid schoolgirl

"Hey!" It reminds him of the feeling of riding on a horse okay? Flighty and free and a surprising amount of fun and such. Don't judge him.

They keep twirling and swaying, Stolas in particular feeling giddy throughout the entire thing, his heart skipping on every twirl, every awkward spin and accidental fall.

Blitz just follows his beat, contently taking steps from one place to another, occasionally getting dipped by Stolas, who's trying his best to keel himself eye to eye with Blitz.

"It feels right like this, being with him."

The music eventually slows, so Stolas takes the opportunity to make the dance more of an embrace, with only the occasional sway. Blitz makes no effort to stop him.

"Well...did you enjoy that Blitz?" Stolas says through bated breath as he pulls away on one side to cup his cheek.

"I think I'm gonna throw up," Blitz responds through a smile.

Eyes half-closed and mouth half open, Blitz reaches in to kiss him, and it's gentle. So gentle in fact, that by the time he pulls away, he wouldn't have been sure if he actually kissed him in the first place. Still, it feels right like this.

"Do you want to finish the movie?"

"Hell yeah."

One thing eventually leads another, and it's another night of fucking and screaming and it's a mess, and there's sand everywhere and anything resembling beach trunks or, floral shirts are off, but it's not the same.

For them, maybe that was alright. Change isn't always bad y'know?

[cham-chammity]

MORE STRIKER X BLITZ (kind of) FLUFF BECAUSE I CAN'T STOP WRITING IT

It had been an exhausting day at work—more like a week—for the two imps who lay burnt out on the couch. It had been nothing but demanding clients and complex assassinations for the past few days and they just needed a break. Letting out a heavy sigh, Striker turned his head to look towards his boyfriend, who sat rubbing his temples. 

"Sometimes when I’ve had a stressful day, a nice trip to the tub is always nice.”

Blitz turned and snorted in response. “No way I have the slightest energy for any dick-wadding playtime after that damn mob family shit we dealt with today.”

"Oh, no no. A legit, calming bubble bath. With candles and soft music playin’. Used to do that a whole lot whenever I was sick or stressed as a kid.” Striker stood up and stretched, letting out a long, dragged-out yawn. “I’m with ya on the no energy for 'dick-wadding playtime’ as you call it either,” he chuckled. 

Blitz hummed in response before standing up himself. “Sounds quite nice actually. I think I have some candles in the closet over here I got a while back.” Blitz walked out of the living room, and Striker headed towards their bathroom. He drew a warm bath and poured some soap, making it nice and foamy. The bathroom became steamy from the hot water and faintly smelled of lavender from the soap. Blitz walked in with some rose scented candles. 

"Sorry about the scent. Not sure if you’re into florals. I kinda like the smell of flowers, especially from the living world,” Blitz laughed nervously.

"Oh, no way, I do too,” Striker smiled in response. “Screw them girly-girl stereotypes, as my aunt always told me. It’s alright to like the smell of flowers.” Both imps (unaware they were thinking the same thing) took a mental note of that for future date and gift ideas. 

Striker walked out of the bathroom and came back with his phone, searching for some music to play. “Any music suggestions, Blitz?”

"Hmm… calming, but romantic,” he smiled, while starting to strip down. Striker did likewise after making up a new playlist (which took no time considering he was a music freak, and knew way too many good artists of the like; being the hopeless romantic he is.) 

Blitz lit the candles after he finished undressing himself. Afterwards he dipped his foot in the tub before cursing at the temperature of the water. “Ah, fuck! The water is way too damn hot, you said warm, not scalding.” 

Striker lightly laughed at his reaction. “Guess I like ‘em hot,” he winked at the crimson imp. 

Blitz jokingly rolled his eyes in response. “Enough of the foreplay, you flirt.” Blitz slowly edged himself into the water anyways, eventually finding himself getting used to the temperature. Striker eased himself in next to his mate, sitting just in front of where Blitz now sat. 

"You mind washin’ my hair for me, partner?” Striker asked, passing Blitz a bottle of shampoo. 

"I thought you’d never ask.” Blitz proceeded to wet down his hair and poured the shampoo in a clawed hand, and started lathering and massaging Striker’s scalp. Striker closed his eyes and took in the senses around him. The smells, the music playing, Blitz gently massaging his head. A smile spread across his face as he was finally able to relax. 

"Quite the dorky smile you got there.”

Striker took a moment to respond but kept his eyes closed. “You can’t see my face, I ain’t facin’ you.”

"I can’t see it but I can sense it,” Blitz teased. He then washed the rest of the shampoo out of Striker’s hair.

When Blitz finished Striker turned himself around to face Blitz, catching the crimson imp off guard as he planted a soft, gentle kiss on his lips. Blitz sat in surprise for not even a moment before melting into the kiss, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend. Striker cupped Blitz’s face with one hand, slightly deepening the kiss, making Blitz hum in response. After a few moments he positioned himself to lay on top of the crimson imp. They continued to exchange long, soft kisses, melting into each other's arms, the warm water and bubbles making the moment feel even more intimate. 

Soon enough their tongues started to explore each other’s mouths, running along teeth and lightly nibbling on each other’s lips. Blitz ran one of his clawed hands through the paler imp’s hair, and Striker lightly caressed the crimson imp’s face with a thumb. Their tails intertwined as they continued their soft, passionate makeout. 

Every once in a while they parted for a breath of air, only to lock lips again in need of each other’s touch. They occasionally kissed and licked down each other’s necks, leaving little love marks on one another, claiming their significant other as their own. Blitz let out soft purring noises and hums in response, as Striker did likewise. 

The two imps savored the moment, never speeding up, never going further; just expressing their love with one another through long, soft kisses and light nibbles. Blitz certainly enjoyed this himself. He was always kinky, rough and fast in previous relationships. But he had to admit, he definitely liked the slow vanilla stuff Striker had to offer. 

Eventually, the two imps parted, gazing into each other’s hooded eyes. Their faces were lightly tinted from the physical and intimate heat, and were lightly panting from their lack of air.

"God, I love you.” Both imp’s eyes widened in surprise. Oh shit, they both said it. At the same time. For the first time. Striker softly smiled and planted a soft kiss on Blitz’s forehead. 

"I love you,” Striker said again. 

Blitz smiled back and responded. “I love you too.” 

They once again exchanged a few soft kisses before getting out of the tub and draining the water. After drying off they went to put on their pajamas and layed in bed to cuddle in each other’s arms. 

"You know," Blitz started, "my mind is always racing. Going a million miles and hour thinking about satan knows what. But when I'm with you, I feel calm. Safe."

Striker softly smiled, rubbing small circles at the base of Blitz's spines. "Aw, that makes me happy." Striker paused for a moment. "I make ya feel safe?"

"Yeah, but not like the traditional 'I'll beat any ass up who will lay a finger on you' safe. More like... I know I won't be pushed around or mocked at. I can be myself without secretly hoping deep down inside you won't snap at me and reject me, or worse..." Blitz trailed off, letting out a heavy sigh. "I've never felt pressured or judged when I'm with you. For once, someone actually.. cares about me."

A deep pang hit Striker in his chest as he silently listened. It shattered him knowing Blitz was used and belittled most of his life. With the circus, past relationships, Stolas... Nothing made Striker's blood boil more than how Blitz had been treated in his past, and even now with the muddled mess of the rich-ass owl overlord.

"Well, darlin', anyone who has or does disrespect you certainly don't see past the surface. They tend to look at the tip of the iceberg. Graze the surface n' form an image of their own. But as for me, I look deeper. For strengths, weaknesses, traumas. There's a whole lot more than the present and future. Everyone has a past, everyone has something frozen under the surface. We just havta.. look for it. Accept and acknowledge it's there."

Blitz sat in silence at a loss of words. "I--" he paused and bit his lip. "I don't know what to say. But, thank you. I needed to hear that."

Striker intertwined his tail with Blitz's. "You don't have to say anything, Blitz. Now it's getting late. You should probably get some shut-eye. Sleep well, partner,” Striker whispered, planting another kiss on Blitz’s forehead. 

"You too cowboy.” Blitz’s words were hardly audible as he snuggled closer, falling asleep with his face buried in Striker’s chest. 

Thankfully, they had no work tomorrow, and both imps got a good night’s rest for the first time in a long time; accompanied and safe in each other’s arms. 

[hazbincalifornia]

Choice

Chapter 24:  Blitzo goes back to work.

Warnings: As always, mpreg, and an IMP death relating to hanging.

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“Welcome back, Blitzo!” Millie smiled from her seat atop Loona’s desk as Blitzo threw the door to the office open. “I know it’s only been a couple of days, but I’m sure it-”

“Millz, love you to death, but put a sock in it before I do it for you,” he growled, eyes narrow and fists clenched tighter than a politician’s asshole as he chucked his already-drained iced coffee cup into the trash. Loona shuffled in behind him and dropped on the couch, pointedly focusing on her phone screen.

“Geez, who whizzed in your cereal? Something happen?” Millie blinked, bouncing herself up a bit on her seat to keep at his eye level. “Can we help?”

Moxxie emerged from Blitzo's office, shuffling papers. “We’ve managed the cases so far just fine, but I need you to sign off on-”

“You can sign my-” Blitzo sucked in a deep breath, pinching his forehead before letting it out. “Fine, everything’s fine.”

Moxxie raised an eyebrow. “I take it something went wrong. That, or you’re just sex-hungover. That can happen, you know-”

Millie cut him off with a click of her tongue, and his mouth snapped shut. “Moxxie, we don’t need the honeymoon story, I think somethin’s really wrong. He looks all slumpy, like a willow-weed in the r-”

“Can both of you lay off? I don't need the tag-team act right now.” Blitzo wove around Moxxie and his pile of paperwork to enter his office- the one that Moxxie shouldn't have been gallivanting in and out of. “You two deal with the client, I just really, really want to fucking shoot something, so tell me when the deal’s done, alright?”

Millie sucked in her cheek and Moxxie glanced over to her before his eyes flicked back to Blitzo, whose fingers twitched before he slammed the door in their faces.

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Three sharp knocks on the door. “Sir? It’s time to go, unless you want us to work by ourselves again. We’re more than capable-”

“No, I’m up, I’m up.” Blitzo scrubbed at his eyes- any attempts to fall asleep at his desk and make up for the complete lack of any kind of rest last night had been thoroughly thwarted by his brain going at a hundred miles an hour. (The coffee wasn’t to blame. Probably. He’d fallen asleep on way more than the piddly single one he’d downed in the past.) Mostly, it had been wanting to throttle Stolas mixed with wanting to throttle himself, and then imagining rapidly escalating scenarios of where he might be able to chuck the kid once they popped out. (Currently, he was at ‘trying to slingshot them up to Heaven just to see what they’d do with it.’ In all likelihood, it’d be crucifix batting practice.)

“It’s one that the client said might be suicidal, but she seemed quite self-important and thought that her boyfriend wouldn’t be able to live without her anyway, so I wouldn’t trust that.” The chair creaked as Blitzo got up, but if it was because it was a couple years old and salvaged from the back of the circus’s dump or because of the deadweight around his gut that had officially turned his shirt into a crop top was anybody’s guess. 

As he entered the main room, Moxxie was rubbing a cloth over the musical note on the side of his gun, and Millie fussed with a length of rope while humming to herself.

“I’unno sugar, the client said he was kinda hefty…”

“We have other options if it breaks, and clients often exaggerate that sort of thing. Besides, it just needs to hold him long enough to snap the neck, or at least asphyxiate him. Then they’ll just assume it broke after he died.”

“I’m just saying, it’s more cleanup.”

“Well, this is the kind of rope they can usually get topside, so I say we- oh, good, you’re here.” Moxxie pointed to the paper piled up on the coffee table. “I already did all the hard bits, I just need your signature.”

“Right, right. Signature. Got it. Then we get to go kill something, right?”

Moxxie glanced over at Millie, and the look they exchanged passed way more information than Blitzo’d ever be able to parse. Must be a marriage thing. Must be nice, too. Being able to know what each other was thinking and shit. Real useful.

“Yeah, hun, then we can go kill something. Nothing like some good ol’ violence to get the blood pumping, right?” Millie smiled as Blitzo dashed off a loopy B on each of the papers. Most of them were bills, a few were paychecks that he’d probably just forgotten in the mess of the past few months since Moxxie would know better than to try and slip extras in since it would destroy the budget anyway, there was one approving the repairs for the fire, right, right, this was why he let Moxxie handle all the boring shit, at least it was easy to just sign the dotted line- there. Done.

Blitzo cracked his knuckles, tail snapping in mid-air. “Right! Let’s go fuck somebody up!”

“There we go!” Millie gave a little laugh, punching his arm as Moxxie picked up the Grimoire and opened to the right page before drawing the circle with his free hand. Loona was still settled on the couch behind him, nursing a sports drink from the fridge and half-watching the three of them, head tilted slightly.

Moxxie nodded to the portal, setting the book down on the desk. “Right behind you, sir.”

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The guy didn’t even fight back when they woke him up and strung him up. What a wuss. Hangings were usually fun since they squirmed and made funny noises while trying to break free if the neck didn't snap when the chair dropped, but it wasn’t nearly bloody enough for Blitzo’s taste today. Oh, sure, he’d clawed at the rope that had manufactured nylon sharp enough to carve out blood from under his nails, but his face was purpling at a rapid rate, so they probably didn’t have to do anything other than let gravity finish the job for them, especially considering his kicks were starting to slow anyway.

“You want to go watch some wrestling death-matches when we get back home? I heard they’re bringing the Big Boar in, he’s some sinner who was a lucador back in life. That’ll get some of that killer instinct out.” Millie gave a playful growl as she rummaged around in the target’s belongings. Blitzo watched her hips waggle for a moment before she made a little ‘hmmph’ at a pin-up cowgirl calendar.

“Hmm… tempting, Millz, tempting.”

“Pride wrestling’s more like good ol’ fashioned blood sport, especially when they get the guys that can regenerate limbs!” She ground her fist into her palm with an intense look. Moxxie rolled his eyes as Blitzo leaned against the wall.

“Pl-ease… sa...ve..” the human wheezed out before Moxxie poked at his stomach, and he coughed up blood directly on the little imp before falling limp. Moxxie grimaced, using the man’s somewhat-sweaty bedsheet nearby to clean himself off.

“Perhaps you could invite his highness? I remember him saying something about-”

“Nope,”  Blitzo snapped out immediately. “Not gonna fuckin’ happen.”

Moxxie raised an eyebrow, dropping the sheets. “It was just a suggestion, sir. Had too much of him over the past few days?”

“You could say that,” Blitzo muttered, a hand resting on his stomach, and Millie's eyes softened.

“Aw, you could have said something. He ride you too hard?”

The fingers curled inwards, claws dragging above the surface and lighting it up red, forcing him away from his own skin. “Something along those lines, yeah. You two can drop this anytime, you know.”

“Well, at least the little one will be out of your hair soon,” Moxxie said. “Just a few more months, then I would imagine it’s just visitations now and then. You said that you’d already discussed things with him about custody, right?”

Blitzo swallowed, the hand raising up from his belly to rub at the back of his neck. “So, er, about that-”

The wood groaned as Moxxie took a step forward. “No. You didn’t.”

“Come on, Moxx, he was drooling over it, how the fuck was I supposed to know he wanted me to-”

Moxxie threw up his hands. “What have I told you? To think about what you’re doing! What do you do? Throw yourself-”

“Oh, you think this is my fault?”

“Of course it’s your fault!” Moxxie folded his arms. “What did I say when you were considering keeping it? That it was going to be a big responsibility! You barely can call Loona civilized and she’s somehow a legal adult, what in the seven rings would you fuck up if you had to raise an actual child?”

“Exactly! I don’t fucking want to!” Blitzo spat out with enough venom to make Moxxie’s fingers tighten on his arms. “That’s the point, I thought this was just going to be for a couple of months and then yeah, maybe getting to see them now and then wouldn't suck the worst ass if they turn out cool, but I’ve got other shit to do! I’m a busy guy, and I’d definitely fuck it-”

“Blitzo…” Millie reached out a hand before curling it into a loose fist in midair. “Hun, I’m sorry.”

“Yes. Thank you, Millie.”

“Although…” She gnawed on her lip for a moment, and he groaned.

“Don’t you start-”

“Why did you adopt Loona then? I’m genuinely wonderin’, that’s all. You love her to bits, why’s this different? If you hadn’t done that I wouldn’t be askin’, but… you like being a dad.”

“I…” He trailed off. There was a scuttering in the wall behind him, like a roach or some other grimy-grody pest, and a chill drilled down the vertebrae of his spine as a shiver ran through his bones. Why was the sweat dripping down his side cold, like condensation on the side of a frozen water bottle? Damned drafty house. “I wanted to be there for somebody, somebody that I chose to be, and that won't-" He cleared his throat, shaking his head to start over. "Anyway, she’s a good kid who's figuring her shit out and I like hanging out with her. I'm glad to be her dad. That's different."

“Why would this be so bad, then?” Millie repeated. 

Blitzo scoffed. “ ‘Cause I got Loona when she was older and I had to go through a buncha bullshit to sign the papers instead of just getting nutted in and having it sprung on me? That was an active effort, and teenagers are basically an entirely different species from babies, I’ve only had to clean up her shit a couple of times-”

“Did not need to know that,” Moxxie muttered.

“-Shut up Moxxie, but anyway, point is, Loonie was already walking and talking and has her own tastes and shit, most babies are just worthless little parasites until they’re, like, ten. I was a fuckin’ miserable little thing to deal with according to literally fucking everybody, so why the fuck would I want to inflict that on myself when I can help somebody that’s already gotten through most of the annoying phase? Plus, her sense of fashion kicks ass. Babies can't pick you out dope outfits." His tail snaked up and tapped his shoulder. "Point to me, excellent reasoning.”

“She’s still your daughter, and you still have to deal with a lot from-” Millie tried to continue, but Blitzo held up a hand.

“Look, it’s just different, okay? The apartment’s crowded enough. I’ll figure this out somehow.”

“...If you’re sure,” Millie said, shifting her weight on the creaky floorboards. “How did the prince take it?”

“Ugh, you really think I want to get deep into his little wah-wah I-thought-you-knew bullshittery?” Blitzo snorted. “I don’t give a shit what he thinks, he should have been upfront about the fact that I was going to be ruining both me and the squirt’s life instead of just being a fuckin’ incubator for cash. End of story.”

There was a nudge from inside of him that was much sharper than usual, and Blitzo’s eyes snapped down.

“Did you just fuckin’ bite me?”

[woossexyponytail]

Shadow born, Chapter 7 A date to remember.

Masterlist.

A week had passed since the reborn ritual for San, and I have to be honest, San has been avoiding me for the week, I ending up asking Yunho if he knew anything but said no, as helpful as ever.

It was Friday and I was walking to class with Hongjoon as he asked questions about the ritual, as we got to the door my name was yelled out, turning around I saw Wooyoung running up to me.

"Wooyoung you need to get to class" Hongjoon said glearing at the younger male, Wooyoung sheepishly smiled looking over at me, Hongjoon sighed leaving us alone.

"Is everything alright woo?" I asked as we walked away from the door so no one would hear us, Wooyoung rubbed his neck and looked down at the floor.

"I was wondering if you would want to go on a date with me tomorrow?" He asked I stood there shocked not knowing what to say, he smiled sweetly at me. 'I mean Wooyoung is my friend he is really sweet and kind and annoying and very loud, but ...' I thought to myself.

"Sure, when and where?" I asked smiling at him, Wooyoung stood frozen now it was his turn to be shocked. I giggled at his expression as I put a hand on his shoulder.

"Uh, ye..yeah YEAH!, We could go to a little coffee shop I know or maybe to the cinema? Or maybe-" Wooyoung kept rambling as he obviously didn't think I would say yes. "Wooyoung let's just wait till tomorrow, pick me up at my place alright at one?" I asked, he nodded his head a wide eyed smile.

"See you at lunch!" He yelled as he ran off to his class hoping he won't be late. I walked in to the class and all eyes were on me, I sat down next to Hongjoon a questioning expression on my face. Hongjoon laughed quietly.

"We all heard Wooyoung ask you out, he isn't exactly quite" Hongjoon explained to me, I slapped my forehead against the table as Hongjoon chuckled at my reaction.

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At lunch we all sat down at the main table, as I sat next to Hongjoon and San, Wooyoung was infront of me a huge smile on his face, as he grinned at me.

"So San, Jongho what familiars are you thinking of getting?" I asked them, Jongho looked up mouth full of food, while San eyed me thinking.

"I was thinking about a dog?" Jongho said shoving food back in his mouth, I nodded at him then turned to San waiting for him to answer.

"I was thinking about a turtle and naming it Tiddles" San said the rest of us laughed at the cute name. San grinned as we all started to eat. Though I still felt tension between San and myself, looking over at him San was busy talking to Yeosang and Wooyoung, shaking my head I started talking with Hongjoon.

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School had ended as the group was walking out of school, I looked behind me seeing San talk with Wooyoung, Wooyoung himself looked overjoyed talking with him while San smile didn't reach his eyes.

I turned back to Hongjoon as he was talking with Yeosang and myself, after we walked to the gate Yunho and I walking off waving goodbye to the group.

"So you got a date with Wooyoung tomorrow?" Yunho asked as he chuckled, I sighed not really wanting to know how he knew about that.

"And how do you know?" I finally asked looking over at him, Yunho smirked at me chuckling again, "well Wooyoung is particularly loud, you haven't realised?" Yunho asked laughing.

"Yes I'm starting to realise that now" I said sighing and rubbing my forehead as we carried on walking home.

Getting back auntie was once again in the kitchen, saying hi to her we both made our way upstairs, as I opened my bedroom door changing in to something comfy.

Walking back downstairs Yunho already in the kitchen playing with Salem, I quickly grabbed a snack from the fridge and sitting down at the table munching on my food.

"Oh auntie, guess what? Yn has a date tomorrow, with Wooyoung" he said picking up Salem and hugging him, auntie looked over at me raising a brow.

"Ok I'm leaving" I said getting up from my seat and walking over to the stairs, Yunho grabbed me before I was able to leave, pulling me in to a hug.

"My big sister has a date with someone younger then her!" He yelled laughing, I punched him in the arm as I tried getting out of his embrace. Finally breaking out I walk over to auntie helping her out with the food.

"Yes, if you must known I am going on a date with Wooyoung tomorrow" I told them, auntie looked over at me and asked about San. I shrugged not knowing what to say.

"Ever since the ritual he hasn't spoken to me" I told her, auntie hugged me tightly as she told both Yunho and I to do our homework, we both groaned and walked slowly back upstairs.

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I was upstairs getting ready for my date with Wooyoung, I picked some black skinny jeans and a green crop top, with a jean jacket, my hair was up in a ponytail. I was pretty nervous about this date, why I don't know so I picked up Stolas giving him a hug.

The door bell rang, I put Stolas down on my bed checking quickly in the mirror, I nodded my head and started walking out of my bedroom.

"I'LL GET IT!" Yunho yelled walking to the door, I saw the smirk as my eyes widened, I ran down the stairs trying to get to the door before Yunho, once he saw me Yunho started running as well.

I got to the door the same time as Yunho as we both pushed each other out of the way, I quickly pinched his arm as he flinched away from me, I opened the door revealing Wooyoung standing there smiling at me, a single rose in his hand.

"Hey, I uh got you this" he said shyly passing me the rose, I blush grabbing the rose, thanking him. Yunho came peeking around the door smirking at Wooyoung.

"Hey woo!" Yunho said chuckling at him, Wooyoung blushed at Yunho a smile on his face. I placed the rose in the kitchen and as I walked back Yunho and Wooyoung were talking, about what I didn't know.

"Ok let's go" I said grabbing Wooyoung's hand and dragged him away from the house, hearing Auntie yelling at us to have fun.

Wooyoung giggled at the situation as we both walked down to town both having very noticeable blushes on our faces.

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Wooyoung and I decided to go to the cinema to watch a movie, after grabbing the tickets we made our way to get some food and drinks. Standing in the queue we talked about what to get, some salty popcorn to share and I was going to get cherry coke, while Wooyoung got diet coke.

As we got in are seats both munching on the popcorn are hands knocked in to each other, both blushing I looked away at the screen but felt Wooyoung's eyes on me.

After a few hours after the movie finished Wooyoung asked if I wanted to grab some food, which I agreed too. We made our way out of the cinema, he held out his hands a light blush on his cheeks, I grinned at him then took his hand in mine.

We walked down the street hand in hand looking around and figuring out where to eat. After a while we decided on one of the little coffee shops that had one of the best pastries in town.

As we sat down opposite one another eating some chocolate chip cookies between us, I picked up my Cinnamon cream and marshmallow hot chocolate. My other hand was on the table, Wooyoung grabbed my hand and entwined our fingers together.

I smiled over at him squeezing his hand as we talked for a few more hours, after that Wooyoung paid for our meal. Taking my hand again we walked slowly back to my house.

"I had a nice time yn, and I really like you" Wooyoung said rubbing his neck, I smiled back at him, Wooyoung leaned forward his lips connected with mine, I closed my eyes as I wrapped my arms around his neck pulling him closer, his arms around my waist.

"Thanks for the date, it was fun" I said smiling at him, Wooyoung giggled as he took my hand back in his and walking back to my house.

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As we got to the house Wooyoung kissed me again, "Why don't you come in?" I asked tilting my head to the side raising my eyebrow at him, Wooyoung's eyes winded as a sly smirk replaced his sweet smile.

"Oh, that sounds fun" he giggled, he grabbed my waist dragging me with him as we entered the house. Hopefully auntie will be ok with Wooyoung sleeping over. We sneak to my room without being seen by Yunho, god knows what he would say.

Closing the door and locking it Wooyoung turned me around as we quickly started taking off our clothing and throwing it on the floor. We were both now in just underwear.

I pushed Wooyoung on my bed, him now sitting down looking up at me with hunger in his eyes, I walked over to him pulling myself on top of him and straddling him just above his hips, my hands on his shoulders for support as I leaned forward pressing my lips against his.

Feeling his dick already hard and twitching against my inner thigh, After a few moments of breathless kissing my hands ran up and down his chest, Wooyoung's hands grabbing at my ass and squeezing pulling me closer, he then picked me up and my legs wrapped around him as he layed me down on my bed, taking off my bra and throwing it behind him.

His hands immediately on my breasts squeezing them, he licked at my left as I moaned pulling his head close to me and my nails digging in to his scalp.

Wooyoung took off his underwear he twitches a bit when I took his dick in my hand and begin to stroke the length of it, precum starts coming out, he moved my underwear out the way but keeping it on, looking down at me I could feel his dick at my entrance.

He leaned over my body to get right next to my ear. "How bad do you want it?" He asked, I just nodded frantically with want, and then he pushed himself inside of me.

His lips found mine as I kiss him back, and my heart beats faster and faster as he pulls away and kisses down my neck, probably leaving marks.

I nodded my head for him to move and he did slowly in and out, I pulled him close telling him to go faster as he then picked up the pace hitting in to me hard, my mouth found his shoulder as I bit down to keep myself from screaming.

"Fuck, your so beautiful" Wooyoung grunted grabbing at the side of my leg and wrapping it around his waist. My hands on his back as my nails digging in to his skin again. His lips found mine once more as he started biting down feeling some blood dripping down.

"Fuck, I'm cumming" Wooyoung grunted again, I could feel myself close too but I couldn't say anything, one of Wooyoung's hands placed itself between my legs rubbing me as I started to cum.

And with that so did Wooyoung as he came in to me feeling his hot seed fill me up, Wooyoung collapsed on top of me his head laying on my shoulder. We layed staying quiet as we catched our breaths.

Wooyoung slowly pulled out of me I looked down watching him push his cum back in to me and placing my underwear over, I looked up at him as he smiled sheepishly about what he did, he came closer as we kissed again.

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Waking up the next morning I felt arms around my waist, looking over Wooyoung was still fast asleep, I turned over facing him, Wooyoung opened his eyes looking over at me smiling, I smiled back as I giggled.

"Is this real?, did we really go on a date yesterday?" He asked, I rolled my eyes at him and kissed his lips. He leaned forward kissing me again. Just then the door opened revealing Yunho.

"Get up you two auntie made breakfast!" He yelled, I rolled my eyes once again throwing a pillow at him as he quickly closed the door laughing.

"I guess that means we have to get up now right? Wait wasn't the door locked?" He asked laying on me and putting his head in my neck, just then there was a meow as Stolas jumped up on to the bed.

"Magic remember, That is are que to get up" I laughed getting out of bed, Wooyoung quickly grabbed me pulling me back, falling back on the bed I looked over at him.

"Thanks for letting me stay" he said kissing me, I chuckled as I leaned in to the kiss, "Don't thank me, thank my auntie" I told him giggling again.

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Sitting down at the table auntie placed the food down on the table, Wooyoung sat next to me and opposite Yunho, Wooyoung thanked auntie for the breakfast as we ate in silence, Yunho then got a text, picking it up he looked at the message.

"Oh San just text me, Wooyoung your not answering your phone" Yunho said looking over at him, Wooyoung shrugged telling him that he'll talk to San later. My stomach turned feeling nervous, 'what if San found out?' I shock my head clearing that thought.

Breakfast thankfully went a bit normal after as we finished up, and helpped auntie with the dishes. Wooyoung quickly got dressed first. Wooyoung kissed my lips and left saying bye to Yunho and auntie as he walked out the door.

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I was sitting in my room at my desk writing down notes for my homework, just then my phone pinged with a text message, picking it up It was from San asking to meet him later and to have a serious talk with him about his powers.

I agreed to meeting him in a few hours, he said he'd come to the house and we can go somewhere quite, I put my phone down going back to my notebook.

"Did you just get a text from San?" Yunho asked standing by my door, I nodded carring on writing, "So is it a date?" He asked I looked over at Yunho glearing at him.

"No it's not" I said sternly to him, Yunho nodded at that. "Right right, your dating woo now right?" He asked smirking at me again, I slammed my pen down on the desk.

"I don't know Wooyoung hasn't said anything about dating, now will you please leave me in peace so I can get this done?" I asked glearing, Yunho raised his hands up in surrender walking out.

'This is going to be difficult' I thought hitting my head against the desk, not really knowing what to feel about meeting San, I like Wooyoung but I've got feeling for San too, but then I think straight back to Seonghwa. Damn life is hard.

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Chapter 14: Blitzo tells Stolas something new.

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Blitzo flopped back on his bed with an annoyed grunt as his shirt refused to tug down far enough to cover his stomach. The only things that actually fit properly were his hoodies, actually- everything else was too damn tight. Curse his fashionable sensibilities!

Stolas had insisted on meeting in person again for today. Unfortunately, Blitzo had only fully realized that he was starting to get too big for his closet when one of the buttons had popped on his jacket, and Millie had pointed out that his turtleneck had started riding up. He couldn’t really tug his pants up to cover it without looking like a dweeb, so…

Blitzo sighed, sorting through his hoodies before settling on the pink off-shoulder sweater. It was loose enough to make the bump much less obvious, without having to draw too much attention to himself or wear something Stolas gave him. It was a Wednesday, so hopefully, the café wouldn’t be too busy.

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“Ah, there you are!” Stolas waved, grinning as Blitzo nodded back at him.

“Hey.”

“So, any news?” He lifted a small fabric bag. “I brought some teas, to help with nausea.”

Blitzo snatched the bag, peering inside. “Considering the coffee I can drink has been watered down to piss, I might as well give it a try to have something.”

“That’s the spirit!” Stolas dropped down into a booth in the back corner. There was a general bustle around them, but other than a few glances at Stolas, nobody really seemed to be paying them that much attention. Blitzo had a pair of handguns in holsters just in case anybody got any funny ideas, though. “Now, what’s the news?”

“Well…” Blitzo glanced around before tugging on the bottom of his sweater. “The kid’s started getting weird-ass cravings.”

“Oh? What kind?” Stolas waved over to an employee.

“Flesh, mostly,” Blitzo said, picking at the dirt under his nails and flicking it under the table as a teenager in a stained apron came over. Stolas ordered some fancy-sounding drink for both of them, and when the employee started to say something about how they were supposed to order at the front, Stolas waved a fistful of bills. He grabbed them and stuffed them in the apron pocket, hurrying over to the counter.

“Flesh? Interesting… well, tell me if you need any recipes, the chefs have some fascinating ways to cook meat. What kind of flesh?”

“Any, but human especially.”

Stolas couldn’t help a little laugh. “I take it you take care of those urges after you finish a job?”

Blitzo’s fingers tightened into a fist, and a low growl started in his chest. “It’s not like-”

“No, no, I’m not insulting you- it’s quite lucky you have the job that you do if that’s what they want, that’s all!” Stolas looked down at Blitzo. “I’d love to see those humans scream if you chose to just rip their throat out instead of taking them out how you usually do.” His eyes flashed. “You can get quite wild when so inclined.”

“Yeah, tell me something I don’t already know.”

“Why don’t you?”

“Why don’t I what?” Blitzo raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms, and Stolas tapped his forehead right on the symbol with a slender finger.

“Tell me something that I don’t already know,” Stolas replied, bemused. “That’s what these meetings are for, aren’t they?”

“Oh, right. Right!” Blitzo cleared his throat. “Well-”

“Here you go!” The employee set down two lidded cups, and Stolas shooed him away.

“You were saying?” He raised the cup to his beak.

“Before that pimple-faced puberty bomb interrupted us, I was going to say that the kid started moving.”

Stolas spat the scalding-hot tea directly into Blitzo’s face, slamming the cup down on the table. “They what?”

Blitzo scrubbed at it, tongue slithering out as it soaked the pink fabric of the sleeve. Peachy. “Give a guy some fucking warning, won’t you? I don’t need your birdy backwash!”

“They- they moved?” All four of Stolas’s eyes were blown wide open and he shifted in the booth, feathery ass squeaking as he scooted down the shiny seat until Blitzo was about to be squeezed off the edge. Considering he’d started sweating again, his slippery ass just might have if Stolas hadn’t managed to stop himself in time.

“Personal space, much?”

“I- I assumed they’d be an egg, but of course, imps are live births, aren’t they?” Blitzo wasn’t sure if there was any disappointment in Stolas’s tone, but his hands were shaking before wrapping around the bump, pressing the pink fabric firmly around it to mold to the shape. Not for the first time, Blitzo realized just how big those hands were- everything about the guy was huge, including the manic grin spreading across his face as Stolas bent over him. “Can you make them do it again?”

“They do whatever the hell they want, I can’t control- oh, huh.” As if summoned, the little squirt nudged outwards, and Stolas’s fingers tightened. “Don’t pop ‘em, I am not making another one.”

“They’re moving… that’s incredible,”  Stolas breathed. Blitzo glanced around- people were definitely staring now, and he reached around Stolas’s stick arms for one of the guns, waving it at anyone who ogled for too long.

“Don’t you all have your own fuckin’ lives to ruin?”

“Oh, Blitzy, don’t be so melodramatic, this is good! It means they’re healthy!” Stolas’s grin turned cheeky. “I notice you’re in a new outfit. Are your old clothes not fitting? I do like seeing you in something fresh…”

“Yeah, well, I have a specific fashion taste and baby gut doesn’t exactly play nice with clothes that show off my bod.”

“I think it looks darling,” Stolas said, snapping the strap of the black tank peeking out from underneath.

“Stolas!” Blitzo hissed.

“Blitz,” Stolas replied, setting his chin in his hand. “Is there anything else you’ve been keeping from me, my little imp?”

Blitzo furiously re-adjusted the strap. The tank rode the hell up now, but it just felt too weird to wear the sweater without it. “That was the big one.” After Stolas had offered tea for the nausea, there was no real need to bring up the vomiting. He tried to think of it as little as possible the second after it ended anyway.

“Why didn’t you tell me on one of our calls?”

“Figured you’d want to hear the ‘big news’,” (here Blitzo waggled his fingers) “In person.”

“Oh, Blitzy...” His smile melted a little, earnest.

Blitzo grabbed his cup, chugging about half of it in one go before sputtering. “What is this?”

“Oh, it’s a favorite of mine! Do you like it?”

Swallowing down the rest of it in his throat, Blitzo swished saliva around in his mouth before taking another tentative sip. “Well, it tastes better the second time.”

“You’re not supposed to drink it all at once.”

“I don’t need a fussy-ass drink.”

“Some things are more rewarding if you’re willing to wait,” Stolas said, taking a sip of his own. “How goes your job otherwise? Anything interesting besides cannibalizing your kills?”

“There was this one guy who ended up slipping in a puddle of his own piss…”

The rest of the meeting ended up being Blitzo just laughing about particularly idiotic targets and how IMP took them out, but at least Stolas was a half-decent listener. Blitzo already knew that he was a regular client sometimes, but he really seemed invested in the nitty-gritties of just how they went through the process of elimination. Stolas ended up scribbling the drink order down on a napkin ‘in case you ever decide you want some while thinking of me, Blitzy’, and the kid didn’t kick at all on the walk home.

By the time Blitzo was settled back on his bed, they made a single little push outwards, and he found himself absently rubbing his side next to the bump. “Yeah, yeah. I hear you, kid. We’ll get some popcorn later.”

A smile twitched at his face as he imagined the movement afterward was from their hand and they were giving him a little high-five.