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Thanks to a lovely rp partner, I’ve been fleshing out some more things about my newest oc!! Down below is just a few things,,

🧡 her name is Aurora, but since she’s so little, she just says she’s Rory. It ends up sticking and so everyone just calls her Rory.

🧡 she’s a permaregressor due to her trauma (though I will not share that on this blog), she tends to regress from infancy to up to 6 years old. It honestly depends on how stressed she is

🧡 Cherri Bomb & Angeldust are her main care takers, but sometimes Husk will help out if they can’t watch her

🧡 she’s actually a cat sinner! Well more so a kitten, she died at age 10, and she’s very tiny

🧡 since she’s so tiny, Lucifer made her a carrier that her caregivers wear to tote her around in

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This is so precious!!!

Not Tired

Plot: Crymini doesn’t want to have her nap.

Co-written/credit to @yourneurodivergentlady

Edited by @nostalgic-woodwind

Note: Husk’s room is also Crymini’s nursery. There’s a bedside crib next to Husk’s bed. There’s also a changing pad on top of his dresser, a rocking chair next to said dresser, and some toys inside of a toy box.

It was after lunch. Crymini was patting the table in the dining room after eating her favorite little food: grilled cheese and fruit.

“Alright, Mini!” Angel sang as he finished helping Husk clean up the dirty dishes in the kitchen. “It’s time for a little nap.”

He unbuckled the hyena from her booster seat and scooped her up before settling her on his hip, giving her a gentle bounce.

Crymini pouted, crossing her arms.

“I’m not tired,” she whined.

Angel sighed and rubbed Crymini’s back gently. She hated nap time with a passion whenever she regressed. “I understand you don’t want to have rest time, but it’s important for our bodies to have a break.”

When Angel made it to Husk’s room, Crymini spotted some of her toys and sleepily whined as she pointed at them, wanting to play.

“Shh-shhh… it’s not time to play right now, baby. It’s time for night-night,” Angel soothed. He carried her to the changing table and laid her down so he could change her diaper and get her dressed. She scowled at her mama.

Angel offered her a smile. “Oh, so grumpy. You’re okay. Papa is gonna bring a bottle up for you. How’s that sound?”

Crymini grumbled as Angel tapped her nose and began to change her.

“Would you like to pick out a fresh diaper?” Angel asked her. He held up a light pink one with white skulls along with a black one with the same pattern.

The hyena sighed and pointed to the black one.

“Good choice, baby!”

Crymini still pouted as Angel changed her and dressed her in a pair of black pajamas with Jack Skellington on the shirt. She didn’t want to take a dumb nap. She wanted to play! Mama and Papa didn’t have to take a nap. Neither did Fat Nuggets or anyone in the hotel. It just wasn’t fair!

Once he was finished getting her changed, Angel scooped her back up and settled her on his hip. He then picked up one of her pacifiers and offered it to her.

“You want your paci, sweetie?”

Crymini huffed as she hid her face in Angel’s shoulder, turning away from the soother.

“Someone’s a grumpy girl,” Angel cooed as he kissed the side of her head. He clipped her pacifier to her pajama shirt and began to walk with her.

Angel laid Crymini down in her bedside crib and tucked her in. He sat down beside her on the bed and began to stroke her hair. “What story would you like to read for naptime?”

The hyena shrugged. Husk came into the room while gently knocking on the door. Angel turned when he heard the cat come in and shut the door.

“I’ve got her bottle here,” Husk said as he walked over to the bedside crib. He then handed Crymini her bottle. She turned away from the cat, grumbling something incredibly sassy.

“She’s a little fussy about having to take a nap,” Angel informed the other.

Husk nodded. “I see. Naptime isn’t so bad, pumpkin.”

“How come you don’t have to?” Crymini asked.

“Well, grown-ups don’t need as much sleep as little ones do.”

“I’m not little. I’m big,” the hyena argued. “I’m the biggest girl in Hell!”

Angel reached out to pat her head. “Even big girls need to rest sometimes.”

Crymini rolled her eyes and yanked the blanket over her.

“Hey,” Husk gently admonished. “We know you’re upset, but there’s no need for an attitude.”

“No attitude…” Crymini muttered under her breath.

“Do you want your bottle and cuddles?” Husk asked. “I bet Mama will read you two stories if you want.”

Crymini peeked from her hiding spot and sighed.

"Okay..." the hyena sighed.

Angel grabbed two books as Husk handed the little hyena her bottle. He then turned off the overhead light before flicking on the bedside lamp, settling down in the rocking chair.

The spider began to read to the baby.

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Two books later, Angel had finished reading, and Crymini was still awake. She didn’t even touch her bottle. Husk turned off the bedside lamp and turned on Crymini's nightlight.

“I’m not tired,” she still complained as Angel and Husk kissed her forehead.

“We know you’re not. Just rest quietly if you can’t sleep,” Husk said.

“You guys are mean and not fair…”

“Sweet dreams, princess,” Angel said as he and Husk left the room, gently closing the door behind them.

Crymini stared up at the ceiling as she tried her hardest to sleep. She tossed and turned as she closed her eyes. However, she just couldn’t sleep.

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Angel and Husk were hanging out in the lobby while Crymini napped. The baby monitor sat on the coffee table, and they could see that their little girl was struggling to sleep.

“Should we do something?” Angel asked Husk.

“I don’t know,” Husk shrugged. “Maybe we should wait a few more minutes.”

And that's what they did. Ten minutes later, it was obvious Crymini wasn’t going to fall asleep.

“I’ll go check on her,” Husk volunteered.

“Thanks, Whiskers…” Angel said as he leaned back on the couch.

Husk went upstairs to his bedroom and opened the door to find Crymini sitting up in her crib, wide awake.

“Baby,” he cooed. “It really is naptime.”

“I can’t sleep…” Crymini pouted.

“Do you wanna cuddle for a bit?” Husk asked her. “Would that help?”

Crymini nodded as she reached her arms out. Husk scooped her up and grabbed her bottle before sitting down in the rocking chair.

“I’m not tired…” the hyena grumbled.

Husk ran his fingers through her hair and kissed her forehead. “I know you’re not, sweet girl. We can just cuddle, yeah?”

“Fine…”

While Husk rocked Crymini, she rubbed her eyes. She fought back any yawns she had, determined not to take her nap.

“I can tell you’re sleepy, kiddo…” the cat chuckled. “Why do you keep refusing your nap?”

“Wanna play,” Crymini stated.

Husk kissed the baby's forehead and tried to offer her stuffed cat, Ramona (it was sitting on top of the toy box). “I know, honey, but you won’t have any energy to play later if you don’t rest.”

Crymini grumbled as she cuddled her stuffie.

“Would you like a song?”

The hyena thought about it for a moment, then nodded her head as Husk started feeding her her bottle. He started gently patting her padded bottom while singing "Hush, Little Baby" softly.

Crymini’s eyelids started drooping. She snuggled closer to her caregiver for warmth as she yawned and closed her eyes. She finally fell asleep when seventy-five percent of the milk inside of the bottle was gone.

Husk replaced the bottle with the pacifier clipped to Crymini’s shirt. He then stood up and tucked her back into her crib, hoping she would stay asleep. After kissing her forehead, he crept out of the room and shut the door.

Much to Husk and Angel’s fortune, Crymini stayed asleep.

“I guess Mini did need that nap after all,” Angel hummed. “Poor baby.”

“Yeah. She’ll thank us when she has enough energy to play later this afternoon,” Husk said.

“If she wakes up again, I can tend to her.”

“Thank you.”

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Age-Re-tober 1: Coffee/Tea

Stolas had a lot of work to do.

He had paperwork to fill out,

Had a few thousand reports to read through,

And more things that even he doesn't completely understand.

Being royal is not as grand as people accused.

“Daddy daddy!” His wonderful daughter, Via, ran into his room.

The one and only good thing that came from his life.

“Hello, Via.” Stolas says. “How are you, dear?”

"Daddy! Will you join my tea party?" Via asks. “I made everything perfect!” She says proudly.

Octavia was regressed to about four today. She had recently opened up to Stolas about being a regressor, and though it had taken some time for him to understand and it was hard for her to open up to him, they've made some incredible progress to where Via actually feels comfortable regressing around him.

It was certainly bringing them closer together, and though Via doesn't really need a caregiver, Stolas was usually more than happy to keep her company while she's small.

"I apologize, Via. What was that you asked?" Stolas asks her.

"Tea party! I have the table all set pretty like mum taught me!" She explained proudly. "I have everything ready, so we can have tea!"

"Oh, Via. I would be delighted to have tea with you." Stolas tells her. "But I have some work to do, and I'm afraid it's very important." He says.

Via frowns. "Oh... okay."

Stolas frowns next. "I'm sorry, dear. We will play later, I promise."

Via nods. "It's okay. I can play alone."

Stolas wanted to say more, but Via walked away to her room.

Stolas sighed and walked back to his desk to get started.

And though this really needed to get done...he couldn't focus. He could only think of Via.

When Octavia regresses like that, she really does act like she did when she was a child.

'Daddy! Daddy! Tea!' Three year old Via held up her play tea cup to Stolas.

'That's very nice, Via.' He tells her, patting her head and leaving.

He had been drinking a lot the night before and was hung over...

He and Stella had a fight...or more so she had a fight with him while he just let it happen...

Drinking was his way to cope...

He's glad at least Octavia had a healthier alternative.

He often wonders what Via thought that day... did she feel like Stolas was upset or uninterested in her?

Like loo loo land...

Or...now?

Sigh...

He does have that habit...doesn't he?

What kind of father was he?

Stolas shakes his head. It wasn't the same thing... he's not still the same father he was.

In fact he was around...

Less.

But at least Stella was no longer here to stop him…

Hmm.

Stolas looks out the bedroom door, hearing his wonderful daughter talk to her stuffed animals like they are alive.

"More tea, Mr scruffles? Oh thank you, this dress is new!"

Stolas smiles. What a wonderful hostess.

Stolas turned back to his book, then over to the hall...

...

He smiles to himself.

He supposed he could join Via for a little while.

After all, if your priorities don't lie with those you love the most...what even are priorities?

"Octavia?" Stolas asks, stepping into her room.

Via looks up at Stolas and moves over to him, her head looking down in shame. "Was I too loud?"

Stolas shakes his head. "Oh, no. Darling, you're not! I was just going to ask you if the invite to join your party was still on the table?"

Octavia gasps happily. "Really?"

Stolas nods. "For a little while! I still have work to do, but I realized, I haven't been spending as much time with you, like I should... I'd like to change that. If you'd like-"

Octavia hugs her dad. "Thank you, daddy."

Stolas hugs her back, smiling. "Of course, darling."

Before anyone could say anything else, Via takes his hand and pulls him over to her tea table.

Via had set the table beautifully; a black laced table cloth covered the table, she got out her beautiful white and purple tea pot and cups, saucers, and sugar bowl to match.

She got out golden spoons and butter knives, and placed down a tray of cookies and scones.

Her mother insisted on Via learning to be the best hostess she can be at a very young age, Stolas is proud that Via payed attention…but he's even more proud that she does it her way.

"You sit here!" Via tells him, gesturing to the seat next to her and beside a bunny plushie.

She put on some music, a gothic but charming melody, it definitely matched the asthetic of the party.

"Tea?" Via asks him.

"Oh, yes. Thank you, Via." Stolas says.

Via pours some tea in his cup and her own, then she pours some imaginary tea for her stuffed animals.

"Are you going to introduce me to your friends?" Stolas asks.

"Um. Yes." Via says, setting the tea pot down.

She gestures to the bunny next to him. "That is Mr scruffles."

"Nice to meet you." Stolas says.

"And that is smallbirb and biscuit." She pointed to the conjoined bird stuffed animals.

Strange, but if it makes her happy.

"And lastly, this is squip." Via points to a taxidermied rat.

Stolas tilts his head. "Peculiar name."

"Mommy doesn't like him. She threw him in the trash and said he wasn't good for a princess."

Stolas frowns. "Oh, Via. I'm so sorry."

How could he let that happen? How could he let any of this happen? Where was he?!

"It's okay! I glued-ed a crown on him! Now he's a princess! See?" Via shows him.

Stolas smiles.

My, she is a wonder.

"He's beautiful, Via." He tells her.

"Yeah, he's the best princess." Via says.

"Well, he's certainly great." Stolas says. "But you're the best princess."

Via shakes her head. "No, cuz I don't like princess things. Not like mama does."

"Sure you do." Stolas says. "You like tea parties, animals, music-"

"But...it dark though."

"So, you're your own princess, darling. You don't have to be like everyone else. In fact, I like that you like dark things. I happen to like dark things too."

Via looks surprised. "Really?"

Stolas nods. "Really. I like dark colors, long capes, dark makeup. It's charming."

She smiles. "So, I can be a dark princess and still be good?"

"You can like anything you want and still be the best princess ever." Stolas tells her.

Via makes a happy chirping sound, a sound that Stolas hasn't heard since she was a baby...

The clock chimes loudly, interrupting the party.

Was it really five already?

"Does you have work now?" Via asks.

Stolas looks at the clock...

He did need to get that paperwork done but...

He looked at Via...

And he smiles. "It can wait. You are much more important." He says.

Via smiles and their tea party continued.

Sure, Stolas had to stay up to finish the work but...

For her?

It was worth it.

She's worth everything.

Possum: Sorry this is late! Family stuff.

Everything is fine though! I promise!

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I love it I love it I love it!!!!

come inside for a little homemade tea

Pairing: Alastor & OC

Rating: G

Tags: Fluff, Age Regression, Regressor!Alastor, Caregiver!Sonata, Sickfic

A/N: This fic is for @nottapossum / @nottamoxxie's Ageretober Week 1: Tea! The title is from Little Bird by Ed Sheeran! Also, Sonata is my OC, you can find her lore post here (it'll probably explain why she's his cg here)!

Something is off. Sonata can tell from the moment she appears in Alastor's chambers. For one, his “breakfast” — as he so calls the carcasses she believes are unfit even for demon consumption — lay still on his table, mostly untouched. Alastor himself is still in his pajamas — another unusual occurrence for him by this hour — seated with his head resting atop his arms on the table.

“Sonata, dear, please dispose of my food, will you?” Alastor's voice sounds rather weak. “I'd do it myself, but I think it best I not do too much else today.”

“Sire, are you quite all right? You sound as if you may be taking ill.”

“I'll be fine. Do tell everyone not to disturb me today when you head out, though.”

Rather than take his plate as requested, Sonata quickly moves to Alastor's side, gently pulling him up from his chair. “Let me get you to bed first. You most certainly should not be caring for yourself today. Not that you have much of a reputation for taking good care of yourself to begin with.”

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Via won!

I'm so happy! I haven't written little!Via yet!

So it will be posted Oct 5th (so like 3 days depending on what time it is)

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Here is where I will be posting them!

AGERE-TOBER writing prompts! (Weekly challenge) 🎃👻🐈‍⬛️

(I'll be honest, October is crazy busy for me, but I really want to do a challange so- here we go!)

So, prompt 1 will be posted on Saturday! (The 5th)

Feel free to do this challange! (Plz tag me if you do)

I've been wanting to read more age-regression fics and this is how I think it'll happen...I can hope!

Anyone can join! Any Fandom!

And you don't have to do every week or be on time,

It doesn't have to be long.

This is for fun!

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Age-Tober Tea/Coffee

I'm gonna write a small one-shot (no series related) info here

It will probably all be posted on @nottamoxxie

I'm just posting the info here, so ya'll know. (Most people follow this acc only)

Prompt 1 is Tea/Coffee

Poll:

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Speech, Little!Blitzø and CG!Stolas.

Summary:

Request by Anon

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Blitzø showed up to his boyfriend's house as asked; Stolas wanted to practice an important speech he had and asked Blitzø to listen to him read it out loud.

He felt like he was there for hours! Listening to Stolas talk about stars…or whatever, then fixing his speech again and again. He can't help but space out, he just had a long day at work, and he just wanted to relax.

"Noz that doesn't sound right." Stolas says, grabbing a pen and scribbling something before starting again..

Blitzø tries, he really does try his very best to listen, but he's slipping.

He keeps spacing out, he's feeling smaller, and involuntary regressing.

He's trying his hardest to focus and stay big, but it's not easy.

"How does that sound? Too dramatic?" Stolas asks.

Blitzø’s eyes widened, he wasn’t paying attention! Damn it! He focused too much on paying attention that he actually wasn't! "No no, it sounded great." Blitzø lies, not sure what else to do.

Stolas looked at him. "You think?"

Blitzø nods. "Mhm, it sounds super good." He says, trying his hardest to sound big.

"Super?" Stolas asks.

Blitzø nods. "Mhm."

Stolas looked at Blitzø suspiciously, then turned back to his papers.

Blitzø tries again to listen, but he's understanding less and less of what he's saying, and he didn't understand a lot of it to begin with.

Blitzø can barely keep his head up, he slowly moves his thumb to his mouth.

"Blitzø?" Stolas asks.

Blitzø quickly moves his hand away.

"Blitzy, are you little right now?"~ Stolas asks him.

Blitzø hesitates. "...no."

"Are you sure? It's okay if you are." Stolas says. "I think we should take a break, you look tired-"

"No! I'm not little, m' big!" Blitzø whines.

Stolas tilts his head. "You're big?" Stolas asks.

Blitzø curls into a ball and hugs his tail around him. "Yeah."

Stolas nods. "Ohh, alright. Well, let's take a break anyway, hm? I for one am exhausted."

Blitzø nods and follows Stolas. But, he still doesn't admit to being little, he doesn't want Stolas to know.

Stolas leads Blitzø to the couch and hands him the remote. "You find something for us to watch, I will get some snacks." He says.

"Okay." Blitzø agrees, using the biggest voice he could manage.

He looks through the channels to hopefully find something interesting, but it's all boring to him.

Adult shows are so boring!

He switches to a streaming service, trying to find something big but still interesting…

Bluey's for big kids right?

No, he only watches that when he's little.

Uhm

"I'm back, how are you feeling?" Stolas asks.

"Mm good." Blitzø says.

"Did you find something to watch?" Stolas asks.

Blitzø shakes his head and wordlessly hands Stolas the remote.

Stolas took it, then looked up at the screen. "Are you trying to put on bluey, little one?" Stolas asks.

Blitzø shakes his head. "No little. M'big!" Blitzø argues.

"Not little, hm?" Stolas asks him. " I suppose you wouldn't want any chocolate milk then?" Stolas asks.

Blitzø looked up at Stolas."Chocate milk?" He asks, sounding very little.

"Mhm, I made you some." Stolas says, holding up the Imp's favorite horse printed sippy cup. "I even added hot sauce. But, I understand if you don't want it." Stolas says.

"Nu! I wan' it!" Blitzø says. "I wan!"

"Would you like me to put it in a proper big boy glass for you, Blitzy?" Stolas asks.

Blitzø shakes his head, reaching for the cup.

"Hm, so maybe, perhaps someone is a little bit…little?" Stolas asks, handing him the sippy cup.

"No, m'big." Blitzø mumbles.

"Blitzø…" Stolas tries again.

"Fuck!" Blitzø shouts.

Stolas was taken aback. "Blitzy…you are not supposed to curse." He says.

"It's okay when m'big." Blitzø says.

"Blitzø, I know you better than that." Stolas says.

Blitzø whines loudly. "M'big."

"It's okay to be little, Blitzy." Stolas says. "Why didn't you just tell me the truth?" He asks.

"Bu' nee' to big." Blitzø mumbles.

"Why would you need to be big?" Stolas asks.

"Cuz, I nee' ta' isten' to da speech n' be a good boyfend.'" He explains.

"You are a good boyfriend, Blitzy." Stolas says.

Blitzø shakes his head. "No, you're good. Tate cawe ofs me, bu' I no wisten t' yous."

Stolas tuts. "Blitzø, darling. I appreciate you making an effort for me, but I don’t want you to lie to me." Stolas pets Blitzø’s head. "I love taking care of you. You never need to worry about that. Do you understand?"

Blitzø nods. "M'sorry." Blitzø says.

Stolas kisses Blitzø’s head. "It's alright, my dear. I'm not upset, and you're not in trouble. But next time I want you to tell me the truth."

Blitzø nods.

"Blitzy, I love you so much. You're the best boyfriend I could ever have or even imagine. You're funny, adorable, and not to mention how sweet you are."

Blitzø doesn't respond, instead he snuggles up to Stolas. "Bluey now?" He asks.

Stolas chuckles. "Of course, little one."

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★ Shoutout to regressors who use formal titles for carers like "mr", "ms"/mrs" , "mx" like they're at school or daycare instead of calling them "mama" / "papa" / etc. i dont see enough spotlight on using "miss/mr/mrs/mx [cg name]" instead of parental titles to be honest ( and while im here, shoutout to caregivers who take on a teacher or otherwise unorthodox approach to caregiving as opposed to just being someone's parent ! )

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CG!Stolas Little!Blitzø

Coloring

Prompt: Blitzø is too enthralled with what he’s doing that he keeps putting off a bathroom break.

Request from: Anonymous.

Notes:

Warning: Crying, wetting, lmk if I should add

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Blitzø was hyper fixated on what he was doing, no one could bother him, no one can distract him!

He was currently drawing ponys from his favorite show, they weren’t perfect in detail, but he did no worse than he did when he was big.

It was important, he had to make it just right!

“Blitzy,” Stolas, his caregiver says suddenly. “I know you’re working on something, darling. But, I think you should take a break. You haven’t used the bathroom since you got here, nor have you eaten.”

Blitzø grabbed the page shook his head as if he thought Stolas would steal it or something. “No, I’m okay. I wanna finish.” He says.

“It’ll still be here when you get back, I promise.” Stolas says.

“No.” Blitzø insists. “I don’t need to.”

Stolas sighs in defeat. “Alright, then.”

After a while, Stolas had tried again, but to no avail. Every ten to fifteen minutes, he’d check on Blitzø but he refused to move.

Stolas was a little worried about Blitzø, but he knows there was no stopping the imp when he was focused. So, he decided to just let him continue his coloring until he’s done.

After a couple hours of Blitzø just siting in the living room coloring, he suddenly felt a dampness between his legs.

Blitzø gasped he didn’t even realize he needed to go until it happened…

Oh no oh no! What was Stolas gonna say? He made a mess! He had to hide! Blitzø crawled behind the couch, hoping Stolas just wouldn’t find him. (He’s 2, that’s literally the best idea he can come up with.)

“Blitzy Darling, how are y- Blitzy?” Stolas realized that Blitzø was no longer coloring, but there was a wet spot on the carpet where he was previously sitting.

“Blitzy?” He called again, it didn’t take a genius to figure out what must have happened. The poor Imp was probably embarrassed.

He heard a soft sniff from behind the couch and so he looked to see the little one curled up as far as he could get, crying quietly.

“Blitzy, there you are.” He says. “Are you alright?”

Blitzø hid his face in his knees, refusing to answer.

“Did you have an accident, Blitzy?” Stolas asks.

Blitzø only cried more, he was too embarrassed and didn’t want to admit it out loud.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed, love. Accidents happen; it’s quite normal, especially for little ones.” Stolas says. “Please come out, we can get you all cleaned up and in some nice clean clothes. How does that sound?” The caregiver asks.

“No mad?” Blitzø asks.

“Of course not, dear. It was just an accident, there’s no harm done.” Stolas says. “Let’s get you cleaned up.

Blitzø agrees and crawls over to Stolas who hugs him until he stopped crying. “There, there, darling. You’re alright.”

Blitzø hugged Stolas back, feeling safe in his arms. The tears slowed down, and eventually stopped.

“You ready to take a bath now, Blitzy?” Stolas asks.

Blitzø nods.

“Come on, then.” The two of them walked together to the bathroom where Stolas helped him get cleaned.

Afterwards, when Blitzø was clean, dry, and dressed again, Stolas wrapped Blitzø in a soft blanket and they snuggled on the couch for a few hours.

“Stowes?” Blitzø looked up at him.

“Yes, dear?” Stolas asks.

Blitzø got off Stolas’s lap and grabbed the picture he was working on; It was of him and Stolas together surrounded by different colored horses and hearts. “I made’ed it for you.”

“Is this what you were working so hard on?” Stolas asks.

Blitzø nods. “Mhm.”

Stolas kisses the tiny imp’s head. “Thank you, Blitzy. I love it. It’s absolutely beautiful.”

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Cg!Stolas Little!Blitzø: The zebra horse war

Request by: Slob Sloth

Prompt 22: Character A wants to play pretend/dress-up/tea party and ropes B into playing along.

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Blitzø was a very hyperactive little, one moment he was relaxing, watching tv, the next he was trying to climb the chandelier.

It’s hard to keep track of what he’s doing, because he can’t even keep track, he gets so excited that he can finally regress, that he wants to do everything at once!

But, sometimes he was very hyper focused on one thing and one thing only. If he set his mind to doing something, nothing else will happen until he’s able to do it. And today little Blitzø decided he wanted to have a tea party. It was the only thing he can think about right now.

He pictured it in his mind, everyone drinking tea and getting dressed up, gossiping. Yes, this is what needed to happen.

Granted, he’s done this a million times before. But, for some reason he was very particular on how this should go. He grabs all his stuffed horses, gave them all nice hats and scarfs to wear, set them on the floor surrounding a blanket with the tea service Stolas got him-

Stolas.

Where’s Stolas?

Oh No! No, no, no! In his mind, Stolas was supposed to be here! He can’t have the tea party without Stolas!

“I’ll be back.” He tells his horse friends then he crawls out of the room to find his caregiver.

Stolas had told Blitzø earlier that he was very busy this morning. So, he asked Blitzø to be very quiet and to be good while he was working. He only had a few more things to do and expected it to only take about twenty minutes more.

Blitzø crawled over to Stolas and jumped on the desk he was working on.

Stolas jumped back, honestly not expecting Blitzø. “Blitzø! What in the- what are you doing?” Stolas asks, hoping Blitzø didn’t ruin any of his hard work.

Blitzø grabs Stolas’s face with both hands and looks him dead in the eye. “We need to have a tea party.” He says.

Stolas gently removes Blitzø’s hands and picks him up. “Darling, I’m sorry; but, I simply don’t have the time. I have to finish this before-“

“We have to!” Blitzø says, interrupting as Stolas sets him down on the bed.

“We…have to?” Stolas asks.

“Yes. It’s very important!” Blitzø explains.

“Blitzø, you need to understand the difference between need and want.” Stolas says. “Want is something that you desire, but can live without and need is when-“

“But Stolas, we need to!” Blitzø interrupts again. “Everyone is waiting!”

Stolas tilted his head. “Everyone?”

Blitzø nods. “Yeah. Stapler, ketchup, rainforest, Bartholomew, beeface, Ratnest, biscuit queen-“

“Ah. Your stuffed animals?” Stolas asks.

Blitzø nods again. “They all have hats! And biscuit queen has juicy gossip!”

“I see, that does sound rather important.” Stolas says, humoring the little.

“Very.” Blitzø insists.

Stolas smiles, he can’t help it! Blitzø was so adorable. In or out of headspace. “Hmm, alright then. I will come downstairs and join you. I’m almost done with my work, I just have to-“

“No! Now! The stupid work can wait!” Blitzø insisted.

“Blitzø…” Stolas warned.

“Please?” Blitzø asks.

Stolas sighs. “Alright, you win. If I come downstairs and play with you, will you please let me finish afterwards?”

“Sure, whatever.” Blitzø shrugs, taking Stolas’s hand and pulls him to follow.

Stolas sighs. He’s not going to get this done today, he knows it. He supposed he could do it tonight when Blitzø is asleep.

~~~Later~~~

Blitzø and Stolas were now on the floor, surrounded by Blitzø’s horse plushies.

“Biscuit Queen, tea?” Blitzø asked before pouring some imaginary tea to the small horse.

“Stolas?” Blitzø asks, offering imaginary tea.

“Yes. Thank you, Blitzø.” Stolas says.

Stolas exchanged pleasantries with all the horses, knowing all their names and backstories of course.

“How’s the wife Cinnabon?” Stolas asks. “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. I hope she recovers soon.”

Blitzø chuckles. “See? Isn’t this better than working?”

“This is all very lovely, Blitzø. But, I believe I was promised gossip.” Stolas says.

“Of course! Biscuit queen always has the gossip. Isn’t that right?” Blitzø asks the plushie, he brings it closer than gasps. “What?!” Blitzø shouts, pretending the horse had said something troubling.

“What is it, Blitzø?” Stolas asks.

“They’re invading!” Blitzø says.

“Who is?” Stolas asks.

“The zebras!” He shouts. Blitzø gathers the horses and places them on one side of the blanket, and the zebras on the other.

“It’s war!!!” Blitzø shouts.

“Oh dear…”

The rest of the afternoon was a war between the two zebra plushies Blitzø owns and the horses…

They did put up quite a fight. And made quite a mess.

But it was certainly worth it.

The horses won, of course.

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Cg!Stolas Little!Blitzo

Little nightmares

Blitzø and Stolas had spent the night together- as per usual on the full moon.

Stolas mostly kept on his side, Blitzø on his. They loved cuddling, but Blitzø has a habit of kicking Stolas in his sleep, the owl assumed it was his protective instincts. He’s so used to being alone after all, him suddenly feeling another person near might’ve freaked him out a little.

Stolas was sleeping soundly when he suddenly heard sniffling. “Blitzy?”

Blitzø was crying about something, tears were looting down his boyfriend’s face as he sobbed.

Stolas head snapped up. “Oh Blitzy. Did someone have a bad dream?” He asks.

Blitzø nods, his breathing was unsteady as he gasped for air. “Daddy?” He asked. “Daddy?” He called again.

Stolas reached out a hand to pet his boyfriend gently. “Blitzy? Baby please calm down. I’m right here. Daddy’s right here.” Stolas promises, he moves Blitzø to sit on his lap, and the Imp quickly clinged onto him.

Blitzø’s tears start to subside as Stolas coached him through the four second breathing technique. “Deep breath in….out….in….and out. That’s my good Blitzy.” Stolas praised.

Blitzø’s breathing was finally back to normal.

“That’s better,” Stolas says. He grabs a tissue from his bedside table and starts to help Blitzø clean his face. “Now then, why don’t you tell daddy all about your bad dream?” He asks.

Blitzø sniffs. “Dream?” Blitzø asks, sounding scared. “uhm. I don’t wan’ say.” He explains.

“Awe, well that’s all right. I just want to remind you that it was in fact just a dream, dear. No one and nothing is going to hurt you.” Stolas says.

“Wha’ bout’ you?” Blitzø asks.

“Nothing and no one is going to hurt me either. We are both very safe here. Alright?” Stolas asks.

Blitzø nods. “Mkay.”

“How about I make you some milk Blitzy? We’ve got some almond milk and chocolate?” He suggested.

Blitzø shakes his head speedily. “Yeah! And cinnamon?” Blitzø asks.

Stolas pretends to think about it. “Well…I suppose I could do that.” Stolas says.

Blitzø’s tail perks up happily like a cat.

Stolas smiles at the Imp as he sets him down on the bed so he can get up to get the milk.

“No!” Blitzø shouts, grabbing Stolas’s hand.

“Blitzy, I’m just going to make you your milk, I’ll be right back.”

“Don’t go.” Blitzø whined, grabbing his wrist with his other hand aswell.

“Don’t you want milk?” Stolas asks.

Blitzø nods.

“Then you have to let me go, darling.” Stolas explains.

“No.” Blitzø refuses, tail now angrily swishing from side to side.

“Blitzy darling, you’re being difficult again. Do you want me to make you some milk or for me to stay with you?” Stolas asks.

“Yes.” Blitzø answers, he knows he’s being difficult, but he doesn’t care.

Stolas sighs, shaking his head. “Alright, have it your way, Blitzy.” Stolas scoops up the little Imp and carries him to the kitchen.

Blitzø struggled against him a little, but he was too tired to really fight him. Instead Blitzø pouted as his tail continued to sway back and forth in annoyance.

“I know you don’t like being held, Blitzy. But it was either this or leave you upstairs. You know how clumsy you can be when little.

Blitzø huffed. “Not clumsy.”

Stolas couldn’t contain his admiration and cooed at the little Imp as he set him down on the kitchen floor. “Whatever you say, baby.“ Stolas says.

Stolas gets the milk and the chocolate and mixes it well. He has tried to get Blitzø to drink warm milk but the little Imp despised it. Apparently milk had to be cold no matter the flavor. Stolas added a sprinkle of cinnamon and handed it to the happy little Imp.

“What do we say, blitzy?” Stolas asks.

“Thanks.” Blitzø says, bringing the sippy cup to his mouth.

“You’re very welcome, Blitzy.” Stolas says, kissing the top of his boyfriend’s head. “Let’s get you back to bed little one.” He picks up his little gremlin and takes him back to bed.

Blitzø clinged close to him and refused to let him go. Stolas petted him gently until he fell asleep.

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Possum: This one didn't have a name, so I improvised.... that's such a great name.

[nottamoxxie]

Little Spider 🩷 Little!Angel Caregiver!Vaggie and Charlie

Summary:

Request by: weareoneliterally

Regressor: Angel

Caregiver: Vaggie, Charlie

Basically, Angel comes back from work and Vaggie gets upset with him. He's already had a hard evening, so he slips and tries to hide it. Eventually, he's too small and Vaggie notices, and gets Charlie to help :)

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Angel walked back to the hotel, already feeling weak and like he was going to collapse after such a long day. This week really took it out of him, he was so glad it was finally over.

Weekends were the hardest, Angel never could’ve imagined in his life that he’d look forward to Monday.

He opened the door to the hotel- as it was snowing something fierce, he really had to force the door to shut once he got it opened. “It’s hell for gods sake! Why is it so cold?!” He asks, annoyed.

Vaggie stool in front of him, probably ready to lecture him about something.

Angel pants weakly. “Listen, I’m not really in the mood tonight.”

“Angel, you’ve missed every meeting, every therapy session, and you’ve been late, missing curfew every night this week!” Vaggie yells. “You’re not even trying to go clean- why the fuck are you even here?” She asks.

Angel backs away as Vaggie yelled at him, trying desperately not to cry or slip- he doesn’t want to deal with this right now!

“Leave me alone, I’m going to my room.” Angel pushes past her, refusing eye contact.

Vaggie moves in front of him. “No, you’re going to sit and listen to me for once!” She says, walking towards him until he falls back on the couch.

“Do you have any idea how hard Charlie works? How hard I work? We put so much effort in trying to help you- and you don’t even appreciate it!”

Angel looked at the ground, his breathing intently increases as tears build up in his eyes.

“Are you ever going to take this seriously?” Vaggie asks.

Her face drops as the second tear falls down his face. “Angel?” She asks.

Angel shakes his head. “I’m sorry, I don’t… I c-can’t!” More tears fall as Angel doesn’t know what to say, he can’t think about anything right now, he just wants to go to bed and be done with today! Today was all bad.

Shit- Vaggie called for Charlie to help

Angel was full on sobbing, and neither girl really knew what to do. They’ve never seen him cry before.

Charlie wasn’t mad at her girlfriend, she knew Vaggie was only trying to help. But she needs to learn to be more patient with people.

“Hey, Angel…” Charlie approached him awkwardly. “You okay?” Charlie asks.

“Let me go-“ Angel cries. “Just leave me alone!”

Charlie was a little confused by that, no one was even touching him. “Angel, No one is going to hurt you. We want to help. Can you take some deep breath’s for me?” She asks.

Angel tries, but his breathing is coming out big and shaky.

“Good, just keep breathing, focus only on your breathing. You’re doing great, you’re safe here, Angel.”

Angel was slowly calming down, eventually he wasn’t crying anymore. He held his arms around his legs and hid his face as best as possible.

“Angel?” Charlie asks. “Can you hear me?”

Angel nods.

“Angel, what’s been going on with you? You’ve been working so late and we’ve hardly seen you.” Charlie asks.

“Hads’ lotta work.” Angel says.

“This isn’t healthy, Angel. You need to try and take better care of yourself.” Charlie says.

“I do try.” Angel says. “I try all the times…but it’s too hawd.”

“Let’s get you to your room, then we can talk some more.” Charlie says, holding out her hand.

Angel takes it and follows her.

Vaggie didn’t follow them, Charlie went upstairs and Vaggie left for the kitchen.

Charlie lead angel to his room and he sat down on the bed.

“Sleepy.” Angel says.

“I know, Angie. But Vaggie is getting you something to eat. We want to make sure you’re okay first.” Charlie explains.

“M’fine.” Angel grumbles.

“Angel, please. I know you’re tired, but will you please eat something for me?” She asks.

Angel nods. “Kay.”

“Thank you.” She says. “I’ll be right back.” Charlie walks back downstairs to help Vaggie.

Angel, after about two minutes, completely forgot he was waiting for someone. He was fully regressed now. Out of sight, out of mind.

Angel grabbed a small box he kept under his bed, and pulled out his pacifier and baby blanket, he wanted to sleep!

He snuggled the blanket close to him and got comfortable, very quickly he fell asleep.

Charlie and Vaggie walked back into the room, shocked to see Angel with a pacifier in his mouth. “Angel?” Charlie asks. She gets closer and shakes him awake. “Angel?”

Angel���s eyes snapped open as he jumped, he looked fine when he saw it was just Charlie, but then he saw the pacifier and threw the blanket over his head.

“Angel, it’s okay. You don’t need to feel embarrassed.” Charlie says.

“Go ‘way.” Angel demands.

“Angel, it’s okay if you’re regressed.”Charlie says.

Angel removes the blanket and looks up at the princess. “You know?”

“About regression?” She asks.

He nods.

“Of course I do. I’ve been studying a lot of different coping methods and therapy options. This is completely normal and you should feel proud of yourself.” Charlie says.

“Proud?” Angel asks.

Charlie nods. “Yup, you found this coping skill all on your own. I’m very proud of you.”

Angel smiles. “So, it’s okay?”

“It’s more than okay.” Charlie says, she takes the bowl of macaroni and cheese for Angel. “Can you eat this yourself or do you want my help?” Charlie asks kindly.

Angel blushed and looked down.

“Help please?” Angel asks.

Charlie smiles kindly. “Of course.” She spoon feeds the macaroni and cheese to Angel, slowly and gently, making sure not to spill any as Vaggie just sat down and watched in confusion.

Charlie then helped Angel by wiping his face clean and she rinsed off the pacifier that had fallen on the floor. She handed it back to him and he put it in his mouth. Angel smiles at Charlie, it felt so good to be able to regress freely without worrying about being judged.

“Would you like a bedtime story, Angel?” Charlie asks.

Angel’s eyes widened with childish excitement as he reached out to grab a book and hand it to her.

Charlie smiles, she gestures for Vaggie to come closer. She does, reluctantly so.

Charlie picks up a childrens book and hands it to Vaggie.

Vaggie looks at Charlie confused.

“Read it, it will help him relax.” Charlie says.

“Uh, okay.” Vaggie says, figuring it’s best to just play along. “Most motor cars are conglomerations of steel and wire and rubber and plastic, and electricity and oil and petrol and water, and the toffee papers you pushed down the crack in the back seat last Sunday.“

Angel’s eyes fluttered as Fat nuggets ran into the room. He reached for him, Charlie picked him up and handed the small piglet to Angel, patting the regressor’s head.

Vaggie only read the first chapter in the book before Angel fell deep asleep. Charlie tucked him in and took the bowl to be cleaned. “Goodnight, Angel.” She whispered.

Vaggie was still a little confused, but she had to admit she liked this cuter and quieter version of angel. It was enduring.

Charlie grabs her girlfriends hand and leads her back to the main room.

“Hey, is he okay?” Vaggie asks.

“Yeah, I think so.” Charlie says.

“What was that? Why was he acting like a little kid?” Vaggie asks.

“Age regression. I’ll tell you all about it, but let’s talk somewhere that no one else can hear us.” She takes Vaggie’s hand and leads her to the bedroom to explain everything.

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Little!Fizz CG! Ozzie Surprise!

Character A and B have been working all week, and it's finally the weekend! To de-stress, both decide upon a full weekend in little space!

⚠️Warning: mentioning of s3x

Request by: Cheycartoongirl8

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Asmodeus felt bad.

Last time Fizz had regressed he was so upset that he never got to play, that he was never regressed for very long either. It saddens him to know that such a major part of Fizzarolli's personality will never be properly fulfilled and happy... he wanted to make Fizz fizz happy, and he had an idea as to how.

"I have a surprise for you, bug." Ozzie says one day after a big show.

"Oh yeah? What is- wait...did you just call me bug?" Fizzarolli asks. "But, I'm not-"

"I know, sweetheart. But this surprise is for little you." Ozzie explains.

"Little me? Why?" Fizz asks. He looks around to make sure no one else was listening.

"I felt bad that you don't get to regress that much, and when you do you usually just sleep it off. So I have an idea. I have already asked Mamon, and he has agreed to give you a couple days off to rest. So that means can be as little and as active as you want!" He says.

"You did that? For me?" Fizz asks.

"Yes...what do you think?"

Fizz smiles. "I get to be little for two whole days?!"

Ozzie smiles. "Yup, that's not all either. Want to see the rest?"

Fizz quickly nods.

Ozzie takes fizz's hand and leads him to his car. "Where are we going?" Fizz asks, starting to sound littler now.

"It's a surprise." Ozzie says.

Fizz nods and gets in the car. He's so excited, he doesn't stay still at all on the drive there, he keeps grabbing on the seatbelt, moving around, squirming.

Ozzie parks the car at Ozzie's own mansion, Fizzarolli has been there so many times, why would this be a surprise? "Your house is the surprise? Lame!"

"It's not my house." Ozzie says with a chuckle. "There's something inside I want to show you."

"Oh. Well, just hurry because you know I have the attention span of a...uh- umm- just show me!" Fizz demands.

Ozzie chuckles more. "Alright, alright." he offers his hand to Fizz again who happily takes it and they walk inside together.

Ozzie's house was huge, and full of color. Fizz always liked Ozzie's place. He's usually there just for sex, so he's never really gotten a good chance to look around and see it all completely- one day he will though! He's been determined to see a little bit of it every time they come here so eventually he'll have seen all of it.

"Fizz?" Ozzie asks, snapping him out of his trance.

"What?" Fizz asks.

Ozzie takes Fizz's hand again. "Stay close, baby. I don't want you to get lost."

Fizz blushed slightly, not that it was easy to tell under all the makeup. He can feel his regression build more and more when Ozzie talked like that.

Ozzie lead him to a hidden entrance to a hallway Fizzarolli had no idea that existed. "Secret passageways?" Fizzy asks. "Cool!"

"Here we are." Ozzie says. He stopped in front of one of the doors. "Close your eyes, Fizzy."

He does so as Oz takes his hand and leads him inside. "Okay, open them."

Fizzarolli does, and he couldn't believe what he saw... it was a playroom, a lot like one you'd find at a restaurant or a daycare, but everything was Fizzarolli's size. A jungle gym, a ball pit, lots of toys, and places to climb and swing- he couldn't believe this!

"Do you like it?" Ozzie asks.

Fizzarolli blinks a few times to check that what he really was seeing was actually there. "I love it..." he says. "No one has ever done something like this for me."

"I'm glad you like it." He says. "You're welcome here anytime you're feeling little. In fact- I was wondering if you'd consider taking a weekend off every month or so to let yourself be little? We can play in the playroom, and I even made up a little nursery to sleep in." Ozzie says.

"That sounds great, but Mamon would never let me get that much time off." Fizz says sadly. "Especially on a weekend."

"Then take off one Monday and Tuesday a month, you don't have as much traction those days."

"Maybe..." Fizz says.

"Do you want to take the time off?" Ozzie asks.

"Yes, of course. I haven't got to be little in literally forever!" He complains.

"I'll talk to Mamon then, he might listen to me a little better." Ozzie says.

Fizz nods. "Really? You'd do that for me?" He asks.

"You have no idea what I'd do for you, little one." He says. Fizz wrapped his robotic arms around Ozzie. "Thankyouthankyouthankyou!" He says.

"You're very welcome, bug. What would you like to play first?" Ozzie asks.

There was so much he could do- how can he possibly choose?!

...

He played on the swings for ten minutes before falling asleep on the floor, Ozzie had to pick him up and set him in the nursery.

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Stolas’s little Secret 🦉 Little!Stolas CG!Blitz: Prompt 2 (short)

Summary:

Prompt 2: Character B goes to A's room to grab something, only to stumble upon A's little gear.

Request: Cheycartoongirl8

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Blitzø came by after the weekend was through to get the grimoire back for work. He shows up first thing in the morning as he always does- before Octavia is awake so she doesn’t have to know he was there.

Blitzø isn’t exactly a patient person, and he knows its rude- but it took Stolas too long to answer the goddamn door. “Stolas?!” He called, knocking on the door harder.

Stolas finally opened the door this time, he looked out of breath and he was acting suspicious. “Blitzy! I’m sorry to keep you waiting I was-“

“I don’t really care what you were doing, I’m just here for the book.” Blitzø says.

“Right- uh, let me get it.” Stolas says.

“Octavia home?” Blitzø guessed.

Stolas shakes his head. “No, she’s with her mother.”

Blitzø raises an eyebrow. “Okay? So why are you making me wait outside?” He asks.

“Oh- uhm.” Stolas hesitates.

“What’s the big deal? There’s not much left you can hide from me, right?” Blitzø asks.

Stolas doesn’t answer, he just walks with Blitzø upstairs to retrieve the book.

As Stolas walks to his shelf to grab it, Blitzø’s eyes wander around the room. He spots something odd on the floor and picks it up to investigate.

Stolas takes the book and turns back to hand it to Blitzø.

“Stolas…what’s this?” Blitzø asks, holding up stolas’s pacifier and gesturing to his other little gear which was in the closet.

Stolas blushes deep red. “Uhm- well. I-“

Blitzø raises an eyebrow. “Stolas, I’m not going to judge you, I have Moxxie for that.”

Stolas sighs. “I don’t want you to think something is wrong with me!” Stolas whines. “I promise it’s nothing…weird.” He says.

“Weird? Is it sexual?” Blitzø asks.

“No! No no no, heavens. It’s not sexual at all! It’s more of a…coping skill of sorts.” He says.

“A coping skill?” Blitzø asks.

Stolas nods.

“Explain.”

Stolas sighs, sitting on the bed, trying to figure out how to say this. “Well, you know how my father was. He was always so distant… I had to take care of myself most of the time, had to grow up pretty fast and take on so much... Since I’ve been about a teenager, I’ve been trying to make up for that time, mentally going back to a time when I…well, when life was supposed to be simpler…”

Blitzø looks at Stolas, then looks down on the floor.

“I do understand if you wish to go- but, could you maybe consider forgetting we spoke of it?” Stolas asks.

Blitzø appears on the bed next to him and hands him back the pacifier.

“What?” Stolas asks, taking it in his hands.

“Let me make this perfectly clear, Stolas: I never want to forget this.” Blitzø says. “Because I don’t want to. It’s real and frankly, it’s adorable. I don’t ever want to hear you being ashamed of who you really are!” He speaks firmly as if scolding Stolas- but it melted the bird’s heart.

“So…you…accept it?” Stolas asks.

“You think you’re the only one with a shitty childhood? Of course I accept it, I lo- care about you. And if this is what you have to do in order to feel better, then I want to help and be part of this.” Blitzø says.

“You’re serious?” Stolas asks, smiling as his pupils expand.

“Of course. I’m your…friend.” Blitzø says. “I’ll always accept you.”

“Oh, Blitzy, thank you.” Stolas hugs Blitzø close.

Blitzø was taken aback, but he wraps his arms around Stolas. “Yeah, sure. Anytime.”