#caregiver Stolas

[nostalgiclittlespace]

Request - Helluva Boss: Octavia regresses very young after another one of Stolas and Stella's fights. After things have cooled down, Stolas checks in on Little!Octavia and comforts her

Little age: 0-2

Here you go! Honestly Stolas would make such a great CG. I hope you enjoy!

SFW AGE REGRESSION FIC. DNI IF NSFW, KINK, PROSHIP, OR SIMILAR. DO NOT REPOST TO OTHER SITES.

Title: Owlet

Pairing: CG! Stolas & Little! Octavia

Word count: 1377

Description: Stolas and Stella are arguing again, while Octavia is left to endure the storm alone. Thankfully, Stolas doesn’t abandon her like she first thought. (Hurt/comfort)

TW: Parents arguing, fears of abandonment

Heavily, Octavia sighed.  Though the breath came out loud and exasperated, it did little to ease the tension overtaking her shoulders.

Her parents were fighting again.

They fought all the time—any time they shared each other’s company really.  Per the usual, their squawking and squabbling filled every inch of their household.  One voice screeching and angry and hoarse from their neverending battles.  The other was more reserved in tone but certainly didn’t hold back any insults for the other party.

As more crude insults rattled the house, Octavia hugged her blanket closer to her chest.  She had cherished the faded fabric for many years now; the lavender fleece decorated with golden stars had worn over years of love and cuddling.  Nonetheless, its comforts had not worn away with the sheet.

Fidgeting with it anxiously, Octavia recalled her parent’s endless fights, which she had endured from the sidelines.  Like always, when they got this loud and cruel, the urge to hide beneath her bedsheets and wait for the storm’s pass egged her onward.

I should be used to it, Octavia thought, displeased with her own instincts.  The days of hiding from her parent’s marital issues, the days she pretended everything was going to be fine and that they’d work it out, had not granted the luxury of visiting in years.  Instead of muffling the noise with pillows and stuffed animals, blaring rock music and brooding seemed to be a more common theme these days.

Nonetheless, her mind longed for those old comforts.

Taking a shuddering breath, Octavia attempted to return to the leather-bound book laid across her lap.  The inked words coaxed her attention, but not well enough.  The soft voice in the back of her mind narrating the script simply wasn’t loud enough to muffle the endless argument outside her bedroom.

Especially when she heard her own name amongst their fighting.  She momentarily perked at the familiar sound, straining to hear why she had been put between their argument.  She should have known better by now, of course; Stolas and Stella’s fights never amounted to nor meant anything meaningful.  But nonetheless…

Octavia’s curiousty begged her on, so she slipped off her comfortable mattress and tiptoed towards the door, as if  (a) they would be able to hear her, and (b) she wasn’t supposed to hear anything they said.  She kept her trusty blanket wrapped around her shoulders, a gentle contrast to the inevitable roars awaiting beyond the bedroom door.

If they didn’t want me to hear, then they should do better of being quiet, Octavia thought, opening the door just a crack.  Immediately, echoing voices assaulted her fragile headspace.

“Why should I try to protect your pathetic reputation!?” Stella screamed.  Her mother’s voice echoed furiously down the hallway, rattling the paintings on the walls.

“Because we also have to consider the impact upon our daughter!” Stolas yelled back.  “Octavia should be the priority here!”

“Octavia is a precautionary heir!  We are the current leaders of the Goetia family!” her mother challenged.

“We?” Stolas exclaimed.  “When has there ever been a ‘we’ in this relationship?”

“You’re right!  I do everything myself around here!  Just like I will inevitably left in charge of the child when you run off with that imp—“

Octavia couldn’t bear to hear anymore.  She slammed the door shut, much faster and louder than she intended.  Following its echoing bang, her parents voices stalled for a few seconds.  Her mother recovered quickly, already screaming something else.  However, her father’s voice did not return the snide remarks.

Cupping her hands over her ears, Octavia rushed back to her bed before throwing herself upon the mattress.  Her entire body shuddered and trembled as she hid herself beneath her blanket.  Her hand only made a brief appearance outside the cocoon to snatch a plush sitting outside it.

Her mind went numb as her thoughts raced, like horses charging blinding through thick fog.

Dad is leaving?  He’s running off? her thoughts stampeded.  It was like a nightmare-the same horrid, reoccurring dreams that had tormented her for years.

Octavia hugged her plush tightly, eyes welling with tears.  Dad is going to leave, and I won’t be able to find him.  She longed for him to return to her room, to reassure her that this was indeed just a horrible dream her brilliant mind had up.

Minutes passed, far too slow for Octavia’s liking.  Eventually there was a grand slamming of doors somewhere down the hall, which’s shockwaves rattled her bedroom.  Thankfully though, the fight disintegrated after that, and no more arguments currently plagued the house.

Did they both leave? Octavia thought, shaking and dreading the answer.

A gentle rap at the door interrupted her thoughts.

Octavia froze, unsure what to do.

“Via?” her fathers voice called from outside her door.  “May I come in?”

Dad? her heart hammered as she sat up abruptly.  Was he going to leave?  Was he here to promise yet again that he would never be out of reach?  

No words made it past Octavia’s lips; her mind far too foggy to comprehend a reasonable response to her father’s simple request.  Luckily, the door creaked open anyway.  Stolas’ face peeked into the room, a frown clear in his drawn beak and furrowed eyebrows.  For a moment he and Octavia just stared, both comprehending the other’s presence.

“Daddy?” Octavia’s voice finally trembled, words slightly slurred.  “R’you really gonna run ‘way?”

“Oh, my dear, of course not!” Stolas soothed, stepping into the room and closing the door softly behind him.

He moved toward Octavia’s frame, seeming to take in just how young his owlet seemed.  Unconsciously, somewhere between her last words and Stolas sitting on her bed, she had popped her thumb into her mouth.  Gently, Stolas pulled her hands away from her mouth and gave them a reassuring squeeze.

“I don’t wanna be left with mom,” Octavia whined, her eyes still glassy. 

“And you won’t be,” her father said resolutely.  “I could never do that to you Via.  Never.”

“But don’ you love Blitzo more than mom?”

Stolas paused for a moment, taking in the naive question.  Somehow, it was so simple, yet so complicated at the same time.

“Yes,” Stolas began slowly.  “But I could never love him more than I love you.  You are far too important to me.”

Octavia looked up at him with wide eyes, her cheeks puffed in a thoughtful pout.  Stolas’ heart strings tugged as he watched her think over his answers; she hadn’t looked quite so innocent since she was a small child.

Finally, she seemed to relent, as her features relaxed and she looked around her room.

“Read to me?” she inquired, dropping the subject completely.

“Of course,” Stolas agreed, glad to be rid of the previous anxieties.  

Carefully, he shifted his daughter into his arms and lifted her towards the head of the bed.  She held onto his shirt for security, giggling something under her breath as he tossed aside her bedsheets enough to tuck her in.  He himself managed a small smile.  

After ensuring that her stuffed animals and lavender baby blanket were also by her side, Stolas wandered over to her large bookshelf.  There, his feathered hand traced over numerous titles before landing on a specific hard bound.  Plucking it off the shelf, Stolas weighed the thick fairytale book in his hands as he approached his daughter’s bedside.  

Oh how familiar the scene felt—after how many restless nights had he done this very thing?  Reading stories and relaxing in bed until the worries went away?

Stolas sat beside Octavia, careful not to disturb her or her plushies, which surrounded her like a protection detail.  She kicked her legs beneath the sheets, her excitement obvious as her father flipped through the pages and found their favorite tale.

“The Owl,” Stolas began.   “Two or three hundred years ago, when people were far from being so cunning and crafty as they are now today, an extraordinary event took place in a little town…”

His words filled the silence and replaced the terror that had previously occupied the room.  Octavia allowed her head to rest on her his shoulder as he flagged through the fairytale, and another after it.  Thankfully, as the time passed by, not a single argument returned.  Just peace, calm, and the the two of them together.

[0bviouslyem1ly]

Caregiver Stolas headcanons!

•Super gentle and loving caregiver.

•He didn't know what age regression is, but he does know how to take care of a kid. He told you he'd do his best for you, and do some research.

•The first time he took care of you when you were regressed, he was so loving and quiet, and tried his best to keep you calm and happy.

•He calls you "Darling", "Sweetheart", "Love", "Starlight/ My little starlight", "Cuteness", and "Firefly".

•He loves singing to you. He just adores singing to you, while he holds you (or lays next to you in bed). He made a special lullaby for you, and sings you to sleep with it.

•Most of the regression gear he gets you had stars on it, or has to do with the galaxy.

•He loves teaching you about the planet and the stars while you're regressed. He thinks regression should be fun, but should also have some learning!

•He's a pretty laid back caregiver, but he has some rules.

•He keeps you far away from Stella and Blitz, and most people for that matter. He is so scared of something happening to you, and constantly worried for your safety. Knowing Stella and how upset she is with Stolas, he worries she'll try to hurt you.

•He introduced you to Octavia, and she thought you were pretty cute. At first she felt like you were taking attention away from her, but eventually you two became like siblings. Now she just adores you, and loves showing you cool things, and playing with you. Via is the only person Stolas truly trusts to babysit you when you're regressed.

•He treats you like you're his kid, and has so much love and respect for you. He's always so gentle and caring.

•Stolas took you to see the stars, and brought Octavia with. You had a picnic under the stars, and just cuddled up together.

[nottamoxxie]

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!

[takabinaryy]

Pumpkin Patch

( this was originally written during October in 2022) Caregiver- Stolas Little-Blitzo 3-5 Agere age. Blitzo calls stolas "birdie" because I said so.

During October in hell of course it was a cold and a very windy day. Full of demons planning and scheming for plans for everyone's favorite Time of year. No it wasn't Christmas. It's Halloween of course! A certain owl prince , had plans for his little love. Pumpkin picking, making fall treats , watching movies and such. However Stolas's little love work up small today, that definitely didn't change thier plans for today. So after breakfast the little imp was scooped up into his birdie's arms , and back into their shared room.

" Birdie nu we gotta go outside! The leafs need messin wit!"

" Yes yes I know you want to jump in the leaf piles. However it's cold out and I would definitely hate it if you got sick."

" Hmm kitty ears hat? "

"Yes you can wear your cat beanie , now let's get you dressed in warmer clothes , Little one"

And just like that Blitzo pouts but that turns into a smile when he's handed his beloved horse stuffie"Milkshake". Stolas hums a little tune as he goes through the little clothes he had gotten the imp , over the years of supporting his husband's coping mechanism. The owl demon finds some cute warm clothes and brings it to the toddler on the bed showing Blitzo the clothes. Of course the regressed male doesn't really care about the other clothes, he does however make grabby hands at the cat beanie. Which makes Stolas laugh in amusement and gets his little love dressed in a adorable black knitted sweater with tiny white ghosts all over it, paired with grey overalls. And the cute black cat eared Beanie that the baby made grabby hands at a moment ago.

It even has custom made extra yarn bits to cover the imp's horns so they don't get cold.(blitzo's horns are sensitive to the cold) And lastly Stolas puts on the warm fuzzy pumpkin socks and little dock martins on the baby's feet. Honestly blitzo was very adorable dressed like that especially when the little one was so happy about the the beanie and the leaf piles. Blitzo jumps off the bed to go look into the full length mirror to see the beanie. A smile spreads on his face loving the outfit mostly the beanie.(it was a gift from his sister , that's why it's so well loved)

Now that they are outside the regressed one of the two immediately runs off and jumps in all seven piles of leaves in the front yard. Once all piles are no longer in well piles anymore, Stolas dusts off the leaves and twigs off his little one before picking him up and, settling the toddler on his hip and begins their walk through the park and to Blitzo's work place to meet up with Millie and Moxxie. Now hours later the group is now at Millie's family farm that just so happens to have a pumpkin patch. And where are loona and Octavia you ask? Well the two are actually costume shopping doing their own thing together, you know sisterly bonding moments , at least that's what Stolas likes to call it. Blitzo himself was getting excited seeing all the pumpkins everywhere he wanted to definitely get out his Birdie's hold and run to all, the pumpkins however before the group got there. He did promise stolas he would behave and be good while they were here. Something about respect? Eh who knows.

" Now blitzy sweetheart if I put you down will you not run off without me? Hmm?"

Stolas asks being a little curious about his little dove's answer. Since said imp is known for needing a backpack leash sometimes. Heck even when not regressed to. Anyway said little nods his head yes before answering verbally instead.

" I promises birdie! "

" alright little one , birdie will put you down now. Sweetheart "

True to his word , stolas puts his Little one down with a gentle pat to the other's head. The owl smiles with amusement as the imp takes his caregiver's hand and happily leads the other to the pumpkins. Having excitement written all over his face and even waves at Millie's parents , seeing them helping a few kids pick out their pumpkins. After a while Stolas's little imp had picked 5 pumpkins, four regular ones, and a small white one. Millie actually laughed when she saw her regressed boss try and carry all five pumpkins by himself. When two of them fell from his hold, stolas stepped in to help and just put the two that fell in a wagon with the two other pumpkins that Moxxie and Millie had actually picked out. Once they gotten back to the castle (all three imps and wolf were staying there for the upcoming holidays)

Stolas had put his little one down for a nap in his room. And then helping the other two imps clean off the pumpkins of all the dirt and such. Octavia and Loona come back exactly two hours later with a few bags in their hands. Two of them set the bags down next to the now cleaned up pumpkins on the table. Via looks over at the two imps and can't help but laugh at the two , Moxxie is trying but failing at trying to stick on those rubber bats on the wall, they keep falling off each time he puts more tape on it.

" Mox Honey just hand the darn thing to me instead, I'll just tac it to the wall instead."

" The stupid things just don't like me, that's all. "

" Thier rubber decorations sugar"

Moxxie huffs then hands of the box over the Halloween decorations to his wife. Millie just kisses his cheek and helps him out on readjusting the bats on the walls with tacks instead of the tape. Loona of course rolls her eyes at the mushy lovey dovey couple, then walks over the Kitchen to get the knifes for carving the pumpkins.

[yourlocalmoon]

Caregiver Stolas Moodboard !!

No small headcanons here as I'll have some coming out in an actual list <3 (Shoutout to anon for requesting them~)

[ronnie-quinn]

May I request Caregiver!Stolas headcanons? I feel like he’d be such a good caretaker!

🌌🦉👑 Caregiver!Stolas Headcanons 👑🦉���

✨️ Stolas already has experience in taking care of Via (Octavia).

✨️ He is a huge believer in authoritative and gentle parenting. He also never raises his voice nor yells at you.

✨️ He will take you on trips to outer space or the local planetarium.

✨️ He will comfort you whenever you have big feelings or nightmares.

✨️ Stolas' voice is perfect for singing and will sing you the best lullabies. He also sings at random points of the day, whether it's to make you laugh or to cheer you up when you're feeling blue or to comfort you when you're scared or hurt.

✨️ He also gives you the best hugs.

✨️ Stolas has space and garden themed little gear and toys.

✨️ He will paint your nursery (or bedroom, depending on your headspace age) space-themed.

✨️ He has given you a space-themed lovey and you carry it with you everywhere you go.

Credit for Space Lovey

✨️ Whenever Stolas has to do paperwork, he'll set up a little area for you to play in so he can keep an eye on you.

✨️ Stolas loves gardening and will teach you a lot about botany.

✨️ Books are a major part of your routine. Stolas reads you the best bedtime stories.

✨️ Stolas loves art and will draw or color with you. He has his own little scrapbook of your artwork.

[aew-kun-age-regression]

Stolas cause he's very for me comforting 💜

[eflen-n-reegee]

Caregiver Stolas Headcanons (Helluva Boss)

Heads up: this show has a lot of sexual humor and scenarios, as well as cartoony graphic violence.

It goes without saying, but he loves stars. Any regression gear he gives you will have stars all over, and nicknames he uses for you will relate to space, and anytime you ask he’ll open a portal so you can look up at the cosmos together.

He is super protective, and won’t tolerate anyone bothering you in any way. He’ll pull out the royalty card for minor rudeness and use his petrifaction gaze for anything serious.

Even when you’re not regressed (and especially when you are) he won’t put up with any swearing. “Language, dear! You mustn’t use such words, those are only for commoners.”

Loo Loo Land was a special place for Stolas and Octavia, and he wants to have a special place for you and him. Maybe that’s Lu Lu World, or a library, or a restaurant. Stolas doesn’t mind the specifics, he just wants to find a place you like that he can take you to.

The man does not care at all about his image when he’s with you. Whatever silly games you want to play or goofy clothes you ask him to wear, he obliges in a heartbeat. As long as his kiddo is happy, he literally can’t be embarrassed.

Slightly related: he is constantly holding your hand. He loves knowing you’re close and can’t wander too far, loves being able to lead you to something he thinks you’ll like, loves when you drag him towards something you’re excited about.

Stolas is very proud of his plants and loves to show them off to you. They can be a little dangerous for little fingers, though, so he won’t let you get too close.

He’ll bring you along to any festivals he needs to participate in (as long as he feels it will be safe), and will spend his free time enjoying the commoner activities with you.

He is truly interested in hearing about what you enjoy; even if he doesn’t understand the appeal himself, anything his kiddo likes is something he wants to know about.

Being a caregiver for you helps him to take better care of himself. He eats more regular, balanced meals because he needs to set a good example. He fixes his sleep schedule so he’ll have the energy to play with you. He even tries to be more honest about when he’s feeling unhappy, because he wants you to know expressing those feelings yourself is okay. Stolas has never been great at looking after himself for his own sake, but when it’s for your benefit, it becomes much easier.

[jixic]

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 !

Stolitz, Regressor!Stolas, Caregiver!Blitzø, tiny lil bit ooc

1.320 words

The palace was eerily quiet.

He knew no one besides Stolas and some sleeping servants were inside, But Blitzø couldn’t help but feel slightly intimidated by the completely quiet, dark and absolutely humongous room.

 He understood the Goetia’s were like 13 feet tall, but was it all really necessary?

Blitzø chuckled to himself, flinching when the noise echoed. 

When they were kids he thought people were spilling a load of bullshit when they said you could never be taller than a Goetia. Now look at him, Stolas is one of the shorter Goetia’s and Blitzø still barely reaches his hips.

"Stolas? I'm here!" He yelled out, maybe if he caught Stolas's attention he'd turn the lights on. He waited, crossing his arms.

He groaned when there was no response, not even a 'blitzy!'. "Stolas! Asshole! Turn on the lights!" He tried again, but still no response sounded back.

"I guess i need to find his room myself.. again." Blitzø cracked his knuckles, setting off on his search. 

He would be lying if he said he wasn't even remotely concerned. Stolas would never ignore him like this! Was he hurt? Taken? Dead?

"God forbid he already gagged himself.." Blitzø tried, an awkward smile crossing his features. Though it couldn't fight his growing worries. 

"Stolas! Seriously! You're worrying me!" Blitzø yelled, biting on his nails. His tail wagged anxiously behind him. "If this is some kind of joke, it isn't funny! Tell me where you are Stolas!" 

He vaguely remembered crossing this hallway before, he knew that picture of Stolas with Octavia. It was burned into his mind. Stolas looked so happy.

He froze. Was that crying?

It seemed he found Stolas's room.

"Stolas? Are you in there?" Blitzø knocked, though letting himself in either way. His question wasn't answered, but he could make out the silhouette of a curled up Stolas. 

"Hey, it's me, you know, for our full moon arrangement? That was supposed to be tonight?" 

Glowing red eyes peeked out from the curled up form, to examine the imp that had just entered.

"Bli… uhm." Finally a response! Blitzø could have cheered then and there. But why did he stop in the middle of his name?

"Stolas.. are you okay?" He asked, walking over to the prince. Admittedly, he now knew Stolas was alive and well just sitting on his bed. But now he was wondering why he was being ignored.

Stolas made little noises of thought, humming slightly. "Bli…zzz? Blis?" He tried, making said imp raise a brow.  

Why was Stolas struggling with pronouncing his name? "It's Blitzø. Remember?" He sat next to the prince, looking at him with concern in his eyes.

There was a certain.. innocence to his look. How he stared at Blitzø with those big bug eyes of his. Completely wide and seemingly curious. 

"Blisy!" The owl yelled, before throwing his weight onto the imp who fell back with a yelp. 

He cuddled into Blitzø's chest, smiling happily.

Blitzø didn't get it, Stolas was currently seemingly so happy, so curious, so innocent.. so child-like… oh fuck.

The realization hit Blitzø like a brick to his forehead. 

Stolas had told him about this before, just in case, but he hadn't actually seen it happen yet.

What was it.. regressing? Yes it had to be that! Stolas had mentioned it when they were talking at some point. Blitzø hadn't really made a point to remember it, thinking it'd never occur he needed to anyway.

And now here he sat, having absolutely no idea what to do while Stolas laid on him regressed.

Just his luck.

"Hey Stols, Are you uhm.." How was he even supposed to go about asking this?! Stolas looked up, something akin to innocence and child-like curiosity floating in those red eyes of his. 

Blitzø always thought you could never tell how he felt with his eyes being one color and all. But the more he fell into the rabbit hole that was Stolas. The more he noticed the small ways his eyes would change.

He loved it.

"How old are you?" Blitzø decided on, ruffling through Stolas's feathers, the bird letting out something similar to a purr. Blitzø lightly chuckled.

Stolas responded with some humming, narrowing his eyes in focus. "Four!" He exclaimed happily. 

Now, Blitzø wasn't a complete asshole, no, But he couldn't let this opportunity slide just like that.

"Oh? I really do have a little baby on my hands here." He teased, ever so gently as to not spark that uncomfortable feeling in Stolas he knew all too well. 

Stolas pouted, sticking out his tongue. "Not a baby!" Blitzø laughed, rolling his eyes.

"Whatever gets you to sleep at night, Stols." Blitzø smiled, allowing the owl to cuddle closer. Stolas let out a content hoot, smiling brightly. “You’re actually being kinda cute.” Blitzø chuckled, tracing a few shapes on Stolas’s back. 

Stolas pouted again, burying his face in the imp’s neck. “Not cute..” He muttered. 

Blitzø barked out a laugh, pinching at the owl’s side to get some giggly hoots out of him. “Accept that you’re being all cute while cuddly like this.” The imp teased, taking the prince into a tight hug.

“Blisy!” Stolas exclaimed, trying to pry the imp off of him. Blitzø merely giggled in response.

“Especially with that little new found lisp of yours. I forgot you had one when you were little.” He merely teased further despite Stolas’s protests, poking at his cheeks. 

“Cute little owlet with his silly little lisp.” Blitzø took on a baby voice, pressing a gentle kiss to the owl’s puffed out cheeks. 

“Geez now i get why you like little kids so much, i’ve been doing this for like 5 minutes and i’m already having fun.” Blitzø said, honestly talking to himself more than he was to Stolas. He chuckled when Stolas tilted his head in confusion with a small hoot.

Blitzø cooed, receiving a whine in response. He gently lifted the owl up, so he could sit up himself in a more comfortable position. 

As soon as he sat, Stolas immediately dropped his head back down onto Blitzø’s lap. 

“Well i guess fuc…. screwing your brains out is off the table for now huh?” Stolas didn’t respond, merely cuddling further into the imp’s lap. Blitzø assumed he didn't understand what was being said, so he hugged the owl closer with a gentle giggle.

"Blisy.." Stolas mumbled, while reaching to cup Blitzø's cheeks. Blitzø laughed and gently pried the bird's determined hands away. "Yes hun, i'm here. Silly owlet." 

Blitzø's eyes widened. He quietly laughed to himself when Stolas tilted his head in question.

"I've had you like this for so little yet i've already called you a variety of nicknames." He ruffled the owl's feathers. "You bring the sappiest out of me." He smiled, the soft smile turning to an amused grin when Stolas attempted an evil laugh. 

An attempt that came out adorably. 

"Nice try." Blitzø teased. Stolas pouted in response, shoving his head back into Blitzø's chest. "Better luck next time." Blitzø shrugged, smiling all the while.

The imp gently giggled when Stolas whined, gently pinching his feathered sides to get another sweet giggle out of him. 

The two settled into a comforting silence, Blitzø stroking the owl's back while Stolas responded with small content hoots. As Blitzø allowed himself to drown in the peaceful expression the prince wore.

His eyes hit the dried up tears on Stolas's cheeks.

He'd honestly forgotten, the owl was crying when he came in. Whatever caused him to cry must have also caused… this. Blitzø couldn't fight the concern growing in him. But he couldn't bring himself to disturb the owl either. 

He watched the owl fighting sleep for a bit longer, a desperate battle he could see. He chuckled when Stolas inevitably lost.

As the owl's soft breath evened out, Blitzø decided that would be a question for tomorrow.

[ittybittyimpsagere]

🌙 for Stolas

Question for Stolas: What is your favorite activity to do with a kiddo? (or, if you regress, to do together when you’re regressed too?)

Stolas: My favorite activity is singing to them! There's nothing I adore more!

[lttl3babybug]

Gently squeezing your face, hello honey!! (If your not okay with nicknames let me know!!)

Could I ask forrrr hm, either caregiver Stolas or caregiver Asmodeus ( >w<) with a baby regressor? Preferably padded but no force!! I hope you have a lovely day my dearest ~

HIII, I absolutely adore nicknames :3 but of course! I just posted some cg Stolas so I can give you Cg!Ozzie!! (Apologies if this is nonsensical I wrote it at 6am with an hour and 40 minutes of sleep maximum)

Cg!Asmodeus & Baby!Regressor!Reader headcanons!

🩵Ozzie is just the sweetest, we’ve seem how gentle he is with fizz so we know he’s an absolutely amazing cg :(

🩵Ozzie is a big guy, like he’s huge. He’s gonna pick you up at every opportunity he can

🩵Due to his height he likes to remind you just how little you are

“Aw look at you…just a tiny baby aren’t you, hm? Nothing but an itty bitty baby. Look at how tiny you are compared to me!”

🩵Good Gods above he will spoil you to the ends of hell and back

🩵You have more paci’s than you can count, he just sees them and gets them for you because he loves surprising you

🩵Seeing how excited you get when when he says he has a surprise for you and his wide your eyes go.

🩵Now if you’re a nonverbal baby you needn’t Fret. Ozzie is a master at deciphering your babbles

🩵Making grabby hands at something you want or someone who’s attention you crave? He’s on it, giving you whatever you want (if it’s appropriate that is) and dragging over whatever one of his assistants has caught your fancy today

🩵Ozzie has a whole room dedicated to your safe space, it’s one of the only places he feels it’s okay to leave you unsupervised

🩵Being the sin of lust of course his place isn’t exactly…child appropriate. But this room is full of nothing but toys, stuffies, baby books, blankets, the whole shebang

🩵Course he loves playing with you too, big fan of playing the damsel in distress for you to rescue

🩵But he also loves reading to you and doing your baby puzzles with you!

🩵Watching your face light up with joy as you solve the jigsaw in front of you and signal for his attention by whiney or making general babble noises in his direction

🩵If you’re feeling bratty or generally stubborn he tends to talk through things before sending you to time out, making sure you’re calm and understand why you’re being put in that position.

🩵Now Ozzie with a padded regressor is a whole different thing

🩵This was something he discussed with you while big, he’d noticed you’d started slipping further than usual (course he wasn’t mad about that at all) and that lead to accidents and tears

🩵He made 1000% sure that you were comfortable with this happening, with him changing you, with him seeing you like that in such a vulnerable state

🩵And even after having you give him both verbal and written consent that it was okay he still asks you before he changes you. Just incase

“Are you okay with me taking this off you sweetheart? I don’t want you getting a rash down there baby…it’s okay if not. I’m sure you’re smart enough to change yourself”

🩵Placing you on the changing table and distracting you the whole time by holding a stuffie above you or asking you about your favourite book or game

🩵He makes sure you’re keeping clean down there at all times, checking you every 30 minutes- an hour

🩵You have the comfiest pull ups or dips you could ever imagine, so pretty too!

[https-lawrenceslittleone]

Maybe some Percy Jackson HC’s or Hellva boss

idk

-🍼 anon

Helluva Boss Agere Headcanons!

A/N: This is only part one, and for this part I’m just doing my favorite characters. But I’ll do more characters in separate parts!

Characters: Blitzø, Moxxie, STRIKER!!! (MY FAV 💗💗💗)

BLITZØ-

Flip, with a little lean!! He’s mostly an age regressor, he needs some way to let out all that trauma and stress. His little ages are about 4-6.

He is VERY chaotic when he’s regressed, like even more so than usual. He’ll run around the IMP HQ, jumping on furniture, leaving his toys everywhere, etc.

Moxxie and Millie are his main caregivers, actually! He loves Stolas, even though he’d never admit it, but he doesn’t trust him enough at the moment to tell him something that vulnerable about himself.

When he’s a caregiver, he’s not really a suitable dad caregiver. He’s more like a silly, chaotic older brother or the uncle that’s fresh out of jail.

He likes to spoil littles, he thinks it’s cute when their faces light up and they start giggling.

Thinks it’s super funny to help littles prank their caregivers. He does this even when he himself is regressed too.

Like. Imagine Little!Blitzø hanging out with Moxxie’s and Millie’s little or something. That would be so chaotic pls.

He LOVES coloring, and he hangs his own drawings up himself. He draws horses a lot. He also gives some of the stuff he draws to his friends and caregivers.

MOXXIE-

Controversial opinion, but flip with a cg lean!! He’s responsible enough to be a caregiver, and he wants kids himself one day so this is good practice he thinks. He does regress sometimes in order to relieve some stress.

He does well with littles of all ages, but he finds that baby regressors are surprisingly the easiest! They aren’t hyper and chaotic like a lot of toddler or kid regressors. He just has to feed them, give them attention, make sure their hygiene is good, etc and it’s fine!

He’ll play his guitar and sing little songs! Maybe while Millie dances around and helps tell stories or sings with him or something.

Him and Millie do everything together, which includes taking care of a little, so if you ask Moxxie to be your caregiver, that’s going to include Millie as well.

He’s actually one of the best people to play pretend with, surprisingly enough. Like it takes him a while to get used to it and he’s not too good at making stuff up on the spot, but when he gets into it, he gets INTO IT.

When he’s little, he also still likes to sing and play his guitar.

He reads kids books a lot or those small little science books for kids.

Or books about history for kids.

He is a nerd. And I love that. Me too, Moxxie.

His caregiver is Millie, of course. And he CLINGS to her when he’s regressed, like hardcore clings. Will not let go of her and has to be at least holding her hand at all times.

STRIKER-

Okay I have a feeling this one is gonna be long. He’s my absolute favorite and I love him so so so so so so so so so so much.

I may or may not have the fattest crush on him.

ANYWAYS

Caregiver! He had absolutely no clue what age regression was before you told him about it, and it took him a while for him to warm up to the idea.

Like it took him a fat minute for him to fully process what it is.

He feels bad when he realizes you do it because of trauma, though.

Like…you had a bad childhood??? You were abused??? Do you want him to like…kill your parents for you…?

Cuz he will. You know he will.

You’re like the only person he feels any amount of sympathy for. It may take him awhile to get used to it, but when he does…MAN.

This guy is clingy and overprotective. If he notices you’re slipping at any time throughout the day, you’re immediately being carried or you have to hold his hand TIGHT for the rest of the day. He knows you’re vulnerable, and he knows it’s very dangerous in hell; obviously, it’s hell. And he wants to keep an eye on you at all times.

The first time you called him “dada”, he blushed. Not because of anything weird but because. Wow. You trust him and love him like that? Like…you care about him and see him as your protector? …Woah.

It takes him a bit to get used to parental nicknames, but he likes it nonetheless!

Does pretty much the same with any type of regressors, but because I’m projecting, I’m gonna say he likes the dependency of baby regressors.

He likes being leaned on and trusted and relied on. And when you’re regressed so deep like that, you need help with a lot of things, and he’ll do them for you.

Feels bad because he can’t be around a lot. He’s got an important and demanding job that he’s absolutely not letting a little baby like you witness.

[theogclownboy]

full character ref stuff

a lotta stuff has changed for my characters so this is a full character sheet for them

Name: Smokey

Age: 46

Role/ job: a caregiver and works as a butcher

Personality: calm, cool, collected, fairly serious

Name: Oscar

Age: 37

Role/Job: he's Zeek's ex and he doesn't have a job

Personality: manipulative, cold, snarky, rude

Name: Roxie

Age: 24 (aged her up a lil)

Role/Job: age regressor and works in retail

Personality: bratty, mischievous, protective

Name: Milkshake

Age: 16

Role/Job: age regressor and helps their mom with animals

Personality: mostly like her mom (Fluttershy) but he can be just as chaotic as their dad (discord)

Name: Toby

Age: 39

Role/ Job: caregiver and works at a library

Personality: kind, calm, patient, fatherly

Name: Maverick

Age: 28

Role/Job: age regressor and pet regressor who works as a bodyguard for Stolas

Personality: like kind and caring big brother

Name: Zeek

Age: 34

Role/Job: age regressor and pet regressor who works at the hazbin hotel

Personality: really sweet, a bit mischievous, kind, selfless

Name: Ellie

Age: 41

Role/ Job: caregiver and is at the hotel to rehabilitated

Personality: motherly, kind, very patient, a bit stern

[madamefeu]

Genuine question, why do so many characters in the Hellaverse have daddy issues? I mean, seriously:

Blitzø: Daddy issues

Loona: Daddy issues, even though they’re not really Blitzø’s fault and it’s more to do with the fact that she’s not used to having a stable home or living in an environment with a stable and loving caregiver, and she doesn’t know how to process that and so lashes out at Blitzø

Moxxie: Daddy issues

Stolas: Daddy issues

Octavia: Daddy issues indirectly caused by Stolas’s daddy issues

Angel Dust: Daddy issues

Charlie: Daddy issues, even though her dad is in the picture and working on fixing them

Lucifer: Biggest daddy issues in the bible

I swear to fuck if the theory about Alastor’s father being abusive, and that being the reason why he seems to hate men turns out to be true, we might as well retitle the Hellaverse the Daddyissuesverse

[anemicjellyfish]

Get Well Soon

A short, fluff-filled Stolitz fanfic.

Summary: Blitzø is sick & Stolas is a sweet caregiver.

Content warnings: illness, mentions of eating food and drinking water, medicine use (for illness), some sexual language.

Inspired by my current Covid situation. (I work in healthcare; it's inevitable for me. Please remember to wear a mask and be safe, everyone! 💖)

Blitzø shuffles himself onto his side, careful not to fall off his couch. Before he opens his eyes, the coughing resumes.

He didn't know where he'd picked up this bug, but like with most illnesses, he would bounce back in a few days. A few miserable days, full of coughing, fever, aching joints and muscles, and endless sneezing.

Blitzø reaches to move his blanket, only now noticing that it isn't his blanket. He's not on his couch, or even in his own apartment.

Groaning, Blitzø puts his head in his hands, remembering last night: he'd snuck through Stolas' window, as usual... and nearly collapsed from the effort. Despite Blitzø's insistence that he could live up to his part of the full moon arrangement they'd made, Stolas wouldn't allow him. And Blitzø ended up being placed in bed and falling asleep before he could protest further.

Blitzø glances at the bedside table. A beautiful crystal glass of water with two small tablets rests next to a piece of paper. In Stolas' too-perfect handwriting, it reads, "For Blitzy".

His throat too dry, Blitzø drinks most of the water before picking up the tablets. He considers sniffing them but knows he's unable to smell anything until the illness passes. Blitzø takes them with the rest of the water, shaking the glass a little to get every drop. Just as he sets it down, the door to the bedroom opens.

"Blitzy?" Stolas whispers, peeking in. "Oh, I hope I didn't wake you?"

"No, Stolas, I-" Blitzø's voice cracks a little, "I just woke up," he finished.

Stolas enters the bedroom, carrying a serving tray with fresh fruit, some type of bread, and a full pitcher of water. Blitzø's eyes widen, and he grabs the pitcher before Stolas can set the tray down. He doesn't care that Stolas should see him like this; his throat and body are screaming for water.

A look of concern on Stolas' face changes to amusement. "I'll call for more water," he says, sitting close to Blitzø on the side of the bed. "Are you feeling better?"

Blitzø pants and brushes away the water that had dripped down his chin. "I'm fine, Stols," he replied. "Or I will be in a few days, once this fuckin' bullshit is outta me. Don't you worry, when I'm better, I'll keep up my end of the deal. I'll show your feathered ass a real good time -"

"Easy, Blitzy," Stolas reached out, carefully removing the water pitcher with one hand and placing his other on Blitzø's cheek. "Not too much excitement, now. Why don't you rest here for a few days? Recover. Via and Stella will be gone for a while, visiting Stella's family. They never bother to invite me, anyway. Rest here."

Blitzø tries to protest, but when Stolas' hand slid down his back and settled between his spines - just where he liked it - his attempt turns into a weak cough.

"Fine," he finally says. Blitzø lets his eyes shut as he rests against Stolas' chest, letting the soft down feathers cover his face.

A small figure appears in the doorway, and Stolas uses his magic to bring over the new pitcher of water. The Goetia staff may talk amongst themselves about his affair, but Stolas can't bring himself to care now. The door shuts.

Letting Blitzø drink his fill of the water, Stolas set the pitcher aside and convinces him to eat. With the fever and cough now slightly better from the medicine, Stolas moves into the bed, pulling Blitzø onto his lap.

Without thinking too much about it, Blitzø wraps his tail around Stolas' leg and settles in once again. Stolas places his hand on Blitzø's back, letting his fingers slide in-between the spines.

"When I get better," Blitzø mumbles, almost asleep, "I swear I'm giving you the fucking of your life, Stols."

He feels Stolas laugh under him.

"I look forward to it, my darling Blitzy."

End.

[ronnie-quinn]

Happy late International Cat Day to one of my fictional CGs, Kitty (Husk)!

Thank you for being there for me and Mama (Angel Dust) and Papa Prince (Stolas) ❤️

Taglist: @nottapossum @yourneurodivergentlady @theogclownboy @nostalgiclittlespace @todayimfour @shhtickerbook