#hb fanfiction

[birdy-babe]

Does anyone have any good fanfics that are based around the premise of s2ep6: Oops where Stolas knows about Blitzo being kidnapped as well as Fizzarolli?

I lowkey love the angst of it so i was so sad to see that Stolas never found out that Blitzo was kidnapped as well-

This I’m fiendish for a fanfic! Pls rec anything of any length or genre or anything lol

[mandareeboo]

Title: Boss Ass Bitch

Summary: Stolas has an incident in the market and Blitzo decides to be perfectly normal and demure about the whole thing.

Excerpt:

The doorknob jiggled, and Stolas carefully came in with hands full of groceries. He paused and stared back at them. "What?" "What the fuck?" Blitz asked him, quite pointedly. Stolas looked like shit; his feathers were crunched and broken and generally out of place, but even they didn't hide the deep, dark bruising against his left shoulder and upper arm. There was a cut across his eye, which he kept squinted against gushing blood. His shirt had been pulled and ripped to the side, revealing most of his upper body. Stolas waved his little fingers in a fancy little dance atop the plastic rings of the bags to wave him off, nonchalantly, like this was normal or something. "There was a small disturbance at the market. Nothing serious." Loona, broken out of her stupor, vanished in and out of the bathroom to pull out cotton pads and antiseptic, which she then gingerly applied to his forehead. Stolas winced, his top eyes squinting to keep themselves open. "Loona, dear, really. I need to put these down." "You're bleeding, dumbass," she said flatly.

For a friend! It was a pretty detailed idea, so I hope it got it out the way you'd hoped!

Commissions Are Open! || Ko-fi

[rhiandoesfandom]

Ficlet: Are You Ready?

Timeline: Two years after Apology Tour, Blitz and Stolas's Wedding day.

Blitz paces back and forth in their apartment bedroom in Pride, if he went any faster he'd be making a rut in the carpet.

Loona knocks, "Everything okay in there?"

Blitz laughs nervously, "Yep!"

She walks in, covering her eyes. "You can pull your hand down, I'm decent" he says and she uncovers her eyes, widening them.

"Dad....you look..."

"Like a nerd? Like I should've chosen a different color? Fuck did the cake get there yet? Why did I let Stolas go ahead to the venue without me!"

Loona smiles and walks over, straightening his bow tie, "Because you've been hopelessly anxious about this whole day". He sighs and drops down his arms.

"Loonie what if we just reschedule?" He winces and she laughs, "The guests are already there, Dad. Waiting for you", she points to him and he holds his chest.

"Are you..good?" She asks and he sits on the bed. She sits next to him and he puts his head in his hands.

"What the fuck am I doing Loonie?! We've been through so much together but it still seems surreal that I'm about to marry a prince! I mean- me!" He says, pained.

She laughs, "Well, he isn't a prince anymore". Blitz rolls his eyes, "You know what I mean. He deserves better".

Now she rolls her eyes, "You really believe that? That sounds like something you'd say two years ago".

He rubs his arms, "Yeah...no. No I don't think that anymore. I'm just making an excuse. I'm just so nervous Loonie".

She smiles and pats his back, "Therapy's been good to you dad. But I want more family, so come on, let's finish this".

He returns her smile and grabs her hand and she pulls him out of the apartment. He presses his crystal and they walk through, and his eyes widen. The venue in Gluttony is beautiful. Loona might have pulled a few strings.

There's a deck on a shining lake leading to an arch with flowers of all kinds, ones that Stolas himself used to cultivate. There's a reception area with all their favorite foods, a dance floor, it's everything they wanted.

"Loonie this is..."

"Is it too much? I told Bee it was a low-key wedding but she's really into these sorta things so she insisted also on the giant heart shaped picture of you two made out of cheese" she points to it and Blitz laughs.

"Loonie it's perfect", he kisses her on the forehead and takes his place at the arch. He looks around and blushes, feeling all the eyes on him. Fizz waves from him and Ozzie in the second row and he waves back.

Then everyone goes quiet. A soft and gentle lyre tune starts and Blitz realizes his hands are shaking and rubs them, putting them half behind him. He stares at the doors leading to the building where Stolas has been getting ready.

Loona and Bee walk together arm in arm and bee sits in the front row while Loona stands by Blitz. Then comes Via, arm in arm with a best friend Blitz and Stolas have met. She stands on the other side of the arch, smiling at Blitz. He gives her an anxious smile back and can feel the tears behind his eyes.

Keep it in...just a little longer..

Then comes Vassago arm in arm with Andrealphus. Blitz was hesitant to invite them as Andrealphus betrayed them so badly, but Stolas insisted he wanted Vassago there, and unfortunately they are now a packaged deal. Vassago takes his place next to Via as Stolas's best man.

Finally, at the end of the train before Stolas is Millie and Moxxie, hand in hand they nod to all their friends in the audience. Then they part as Moxxie sits in the front row as Millie takes place next to Loona as Blitz's Best person. He was going to ask Fizz, and to be honest Fizz has told him he wishes it was him. But Millie has helped him through so much, we all grow and become different people, ya know?

Finally, a certain owl peaks through the doors. The song intensifies, and Stolas steps through in a suit similar to Blitz's with purple and blue stars but he has an added velvet cape and a veil train pulling behind him. He walks elegantly down the aisle deck, towards the arch. The Gluttonous sun shining on his eyes.

Blitz can feel that he is already a blubbering mess. And he can feel Moxxie and Fizz crying also on his behalf. He just stands there watching this regal creature approach him at the archway.

"Hello Darling", he says with a soft voice and wipes a few tears of his own, then before Blitz can wipe his face on his sleeve, bends down and wipes his eyes with a hand talon and kisses his cheek. The audience awws then there's a small clap from behind them.

"You look so beautiful", Blitz says, looking up at his owl.

Stolas beams, "Only because of you".

"Alright! Let's get this show on the road, shall we?", pipes Lucifer, opening a book. Ozzie rolling his eyes and whispering to Fizz, "He wouldn't be able to take a hint if it slapped him in the face", Fizz giggles then puts a hand over his mouth as Blitz looks to him smiling and smiles back, waving.

Stolas puts a hand on Blitz's cheek and he returns the favor with a hand on Stolas's waist.

"Are you ready my dear?" Stolas asks.

"More than anything", Blitz replies.

[prof-ramses]

Treasured is here!!!!!!!!!!!!

Surprise! I've been working on a Golden Goose fic, and have managed to complete and refine the first chapter to publishing quality!

You can find it right here

Massive shoutouts to @thatguywhodoesstuff, @crossover-enthusiast and @woomy-wormy for supporting my writing endeavors and just being awesome all around.

Reblogs and shares are highly appreciated

[grayintogreen]

eldritch and uncharted shores

"Have you seen the roses?"

As this haunting refrain continues to pass across Hell, heralding strange events and odd behavior from powerful Hellborn, Charlie Morningstar is just trying to keep her hotel running as both a rehab and a halfway house for demons wishing for safety and protection, plan her wedding, and keep her sanity while dealing with her mother's return to the stage after an eight year absence and the trouble the opening act Velvette brought for her brings as well as a trio of new media Overlords.

But despite all the little problems piling up, something is very, very wrong in Hell and what's more Heaven knows what it is and after a year's absence, they've approached the Morningstars with a bargain that will open up secrets left buried for millenniums and put the fate of Hell and Heaven in Charlie's hands.

No pressure.

chapter three: have you seen the roses?

Imp City deals with overgrowth; A deadly situation breaks out in Lust.

[glitzbot]

it was an absolute JOY to illustrate this stolitz wedding kiss for TrebleRose89's fic What Happens In Vegas as part of the Helluva Bang event!

please give it a read to see how the rest of this perfectly imperfect wedding goes, you won't regret it!

and shout out to Berriedtreasur3 for designing the majority of the human disguises for this!

[hazbinhotelho]

Stolitz week 2023 day 1: Family/Childhood (T)

I realized I should be cross-posting my stuff lol

Summary: Blitzø hears about one of Stolas' childhood dreams involving Loo Loo Land, and decides to make it happen.

Content warnings: sex/the full moon deal is mentioned, but other than that there is nothing graphic

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47979379/chapters/120972745

[voxslays]

WRAPPING PRESENTS

You were stressed. Pushed past your limit time and time again. Why? Charlie. You cared for her like a daughter, you truly did—but you needed a break. It was your fault, and you knew it. You had offered to handle all the holiday affairs so she could run the trust exercises stress-free…but now you were suffering with nowhere and nobody to turn to. You had been told to take a break by Charlie and Vaggie multiple times, but you couldn’t. Not now, when you’re so close to being done! ​​

So there you were, sitting quietly, running paperwork for the rest of the Christmas decor that would be arriving soon, bored out of your mind and stressing out. That was until you heard the subtle click of the lock opening, followed by the squeak of the door. You quickly looked up, expecting Charlie—only to be met with Lucifer. “Luci?” You ask softly, still holding the small red and gold pen in your hand. “Did you need something?”

Lucifer's gentle gaze falls upon you as he enters the room, his presence commanding attention as he approaches your desk. He sits down beside you, his beautifully tailored creamy white suit a stark contrast to the mundane paperwork you're handling. His gloved hand reaches out, gently taking the pen from yours and setting it aside. You look up at him, giving him your undivided attention. "You're overworking yourself again, darling.” Lucifer says in an almost sing-songy tone, his voice is gentle, almost concerned.

"Tell me truthfully—when was the last time you took a proper break? Let someone else handle things?" Lucifer grips your hands softly. “I don’t have time for a break.” You say sweetly, your right hand cupping his pale face, while the other sits folded in your lap. “And I’m almost done anyways.” Lucifer's golden eyes crinkle at the corners as he smiles softly, leaning into your touch. He knows this argument all too well. "Almost done?" He echoes, his tone skeptical. "You've been saying that for weeks now." He sighs. “Well it’s true this time-!” Luci lets out a soft chuckle, reaching up to hold your hand against his cheek. "Oh golly…” He sighs.

“Listen to yourself. The only thing 'true' here is how badly you need someone to force you to rest." His expression softens further, becoming more tender. You stare at him silently, having no argument because you know deep down he’s right. You cross your arms and pout your upper lip. Seeing your pout, Lucifer can't help but smile wider, his golden eyes crinkling at the corners. He leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before standing up and pulling you to your feet. "Come on, let's get you out of here before you burn yourself out completely."

“Luci!” You frown. His expression turns more serious, and he steps closer to you. "Don't 'Luci' me. I'm not letting you push yourself like this anymore." With a quick move, he sweeps your papers into a neat stack and slides them aside. He steps to the large curtained windows and opens them, letting light seep into the room. “I’m not letting you end up like me…” Lucifer mutters quietly, not loud enough for anyone but himself to hear.

“What did you say?” You ask softly, stepping closer. Lucifer's gaze drops to the floor, clearly ashamed of his seven year disappearance—his hands clasped behind his back as he stares out the window. "Oh uhm- nothing, darling. Just...nothing." He clears his throat, trying to shake off the melancholy that often settles over him. "Now, let's get you out of here." You follow him out of the hotel’s office, and into the main lobby. You squint, putting a hand to your eyebrows to dim the light…has it always been this bright in here? You follow Lucifer down the hall to the elevator and step inside. The ride up is silent, the tension so thick you could cut it with Vaggie’s spear.

Suddenly, the elevator stops, and the doors open. You follow Lucifer down another long hall to what you remember to be the large apple shaped tower from the outside of the building; his room. You step inside. The interior is golden, completely furnished with velvety red sofas, a large white kitchen with marble counters, and an intricate sunglow spiral staircase to the top floor. All around were intricate apples and wings, reminiscent of his days as an angel.

As you step inside, Lucifer closes the door behind you and leans against it, his red pupils watching you as you take in the lavish room. He unbuttons his white suit jacket, revealing the crisp white and red vest underneath. "Make yourself comfortable, apple pie." You sit down on one of the velvety sofas in the living room as Lucifer disappears from sight. You take another look around the golden, apple themed penthouse before Lucifer reappears carrying a small golden, woven basket full of what you assume to be the presents for the hotel residents.

From your quick glance, you see a bottle of champagne and a knitted sweater (with an intricate stitched apple design)—presumably for Husk and Charlie respectively. “What are those?” You ask him politely, though you probably already knew the answer. Lucifer sits down beside you on the velvet sofa, placing the golden basket between his knees. He looks down at the presents, his fingers gently sifting through the wrapping paper. "I think you know.” He smirks devilishly.

“And you want my help wrapping?” You fold your hands in your lap. "Perhaps..." His golden eyes gleam with amusement as he selects a small package and hands it to you. "Or maybe I just wanted an excuse to get you up here." The words come out with a hint of playfulness, but underlying them is a warmth that speaks of tender feelings. “Well either works, because I love wrapping presents!” You squeal excitedly as Lucifer hands you the champagne bottle. He chuckles, pleased by your enthusiasm. You carefully chose a golden sheet of wrapping paper, cutting it precisely before slowly wrapping and taping. Once the bottle is wrapped nicely, you put a big red bow and write ‘To: Husker’ on the bottle, before setting it aside. He selects the knitted sweater and begins to wrap it himself, his movements a little more clumsy compared to yours. He adds a small, slightly lopsided bow and writes 'To: Charlie' in elegant script before setting the present aside next to the champagne bottle.

The two of you repeat the process until there are no presents left, you look over to Lucifer, who is beaming with delight. Smiling brightly with delight, Lucifer leans back against the sofa cushion, stretching his arms across the back of the sofa. "Oh golly! Now that was productive.” You laugh softly at his overexcited tone. You never thought you’d see the literal devil happy over wrapping Christmas presents. Scratch that- You never thought you’d see the devil celebrating Christmas at all!

“I never thought I’d see the ‘prince of darkness’ so joyous over wrapping gifts.” You comment aloud. "Well, it's not every day I get to sit around and wrap presents with my...” He pauses, his golden eyes flickering with unspoken words. “Your…?” You motion for him to finish, but he quickly switches the topic before he can say too much. “I uhm- I like your skin- I mean- Oh golly! Look at the time!” Lucifer laughs awkwardly.

You let out a yawn, not realizing how tired you really were from the past few weeks of overworking yourself. “I should probably get some sleep.” You pause, leaning in and kissing him on his rosy-red cheek. “Goodnight.” You wave goodbye, before strolling out of his room sleepily. As soon as you're gone, Lucifer's expression turns soft and contemplative. He touches his cheek where you kissed him, a small, tender smile playing on his lips. Touché.

[girlboypersonthingy]

I NEEED possessive Blitzø after striker was flirting with reader in season 1 episode 5

maybe leading to yknow

can I be 💿 anon?

I’m literally screaming over this request, holy shit! Yes yes yes, been craving some Blitzø writing. I’ve finally made it 😮‍💨 of course you can be 💿 anon. You’re actually the first anon to claim an emoji! So yeah…thanks for requesting, nonnie. Enjoy! 🖤

Notes: gn!reader, established relationship

TW: not really smut but very suggestive, still gender neutral reader, making out, heavy touching, a little dirty talk, teasing, Blitzø using his tail 🤤 possessive Blitzø 18+ only please

Blitzø x reader - Jealousy 🥀

Watching from your spot in the bleachers, sat beside Moxxie and Millie, you let your pride and admiration for Blitzø burst out of you in the form of screaming, cheering and clapping. Of course Blitzø just had to participate in the pain games. You watched as he showed off his skills, stamina and strength all day during the pain games and, to put it simply, you were in awe of him. He and that shady farm hand, Striker, were neck and neck all day. Sure, you’ve seen him at work before, you’ve watched him take the lives of so many living people, you’ve watched him take on unexpected enemies with ease…but this was just a game. Some harvest festival bullshit, that’s what he called it. If that’s all it is, why is he trying so hard to beat some dumb farm hand? Regardless of his reasoning, you supported him through and through, cheering him on from the audience as Stolas announces him and Striker to be tied for first place. “FUCK YEAH, BLITZ!!! WHOOOO!!!”

Hearing his name bellow from your chest in a high pitched yell caught his attention, head turning towards the sound as his eyes lock onto you sitting in the crowd. A smile tugs at his lips as he lifts one of his big hands to give you a wave. Simultaneously, Striker shoots you a devious glare, smirking as he winks at you and waves his hand back at you. The sight of him looking at you with those eyes just…made you shiver. What a creep. Did he really think you were waving at him? As if! But now you notice Blitzø frowning, teeth bared and hands now balled up into tight fists of rage. He was fuming, looking as if he was actively growling and you could see him shaking slightly.

Finally, Blitzø stomps his way off the stage and is on his way to you. This prompts you to jump up and go to him. Carefully shuffling through the crowd, you find Blitzø still looking more pissy than usual. “Hey, you kicked ass, babe! You totally deserved first place. Fuck that other guy.” Your immediate shit talking brings a smirk to Blitzø’s face for just a second before it turns back to a bitter frown. “Blitz… You did your best and I think your best is waaaaay better than that stupid, tacky cowboy and-“

Without letting you get another word in, without even worrying about the fact that you’re in a crowd of wrathians right now, Blitzø grips your wrist and yanks you into him. His lips come smashing into yours, almost painfully at first, but it soon becomes a sloppy, soft, open mouth kiss. And then his other hand falls on your hip for a moment before sliding down to gently fondle your ass. As your lips move messily against his, a surprised ‘hmph!’ comes from your throat when you feel his hand give your butt a squeeze. Quickly pulling back and sucking in a breath, “Blitzø! What’s gotten into you?” You ask with a shy smile, watching as he stumbles further towards you, practically drunk off your lips. “I’m better than him?” He repeats what you had said just a minute ago, his eyes now hungry and darting all over your face and body. “Psh! Of course you are.” Responding with another quick kiss to his lips, you watch as his smile gradually widens, his eyes never leaving your now blushy face.

Then it dawns on you- oh my god he’s jealous. You think back to when you had first met Striker and Millie’s parents, the way Striker was looking you up and down, when he kissed the back of your hand and called you ‘gorgeous’. Yuck. Makes you cringe just thinking about him touching you. What was it he said to you? Something like... ‘You probably have a man, considering how good lookin’ you are…but you should forget about him and come visit me in my room tonight, little one. I’ll show you what a real man is like.’ That’s probably what has Blitzø so annoyed and needy for you…and so pissed that he was tied for first place with that asshole.

Suddenly, Blitzø is dragging you along behind him as you both push through the crowd and make your way back to Millie’s parents’ house. “You okay?” You question softly from behind him. “I will be.” He responds immediately, you can hear the smirk he’s wearing from his tone of voice. In a flash, he’s got you into the guest room he was staying in, flattened out against the bed with him on top of you, his lips unforgiving and desperate against your own.

“Oh~ Jeez, Blitz…Im only yours. You know that right?.” Your lips part finally but he moves back in fast, his lips meeting your neck and slowly kissing down your chest. “Mhm. Tell me more.” He commands between kisses then lets his long, forked tongue drag along your exposed collar bone. “Ah~! I’m all yours. You’re the only one I w-want…fuck.” You lose all focus as Blitzø’s tail slithers up and around your thigh, the pointed end of it gently swiping up and down your crotch. “Blitzzzzz…” Your own moan surprises you a bit but when you look down at Blitzø still enjoying the taste of your collar bone, he’s obviously enjoying this waayyyy too much.

“C’mon…tell me more.” He carefully but firmly grips your face in his hand, his face just inches from yours now and he looks deadly serious, his big eyes searching your face. He’s making you look at him, despite how red your face is and how badly you want to find another spot to rest your gaze. “Who do you belong to?” It comes out of him in a low growl, his mouth back against your skin. “You. You, baby. I’m all yours, Blitz.” You take a moment to enjoy the feeling of his teeth scraping against your neck. “Listen…If this is about when Striker hit on me earlier, you know I-“

“Don’t… don’t say his name. Ever again.” His tone is almost frightening but the expression of pride and satisfaction on his face makes you bite down hard on your lip, your legs quivering as his tail continues to tickle up against your inner thigh. “S-s-sorry…” is all you can mumble out before impulsively reaching up to grab his face and bring it close to yours, continuing the make out session. “Keep saying my name.” He groans into the kiss as your hands begin to travel his body, feeling up his chest and down his sides.

“F-fuuck~ Blitz. Oh! Hmmmm~ Blitz, I love you…I’m all yours, B-Blitzzzzz~.” And now he just can’t control himself, physically or verbally. He completely unravels right before your eyes, huffing as his hands grip your hips, tugging at the waist band of your pants. “Fuuuuuck~ you’re so hot. Yeah, baby. You’re aaaaalllll mine. Only I get to have you like this, only I get to kiss that pretty mouth of yours.” The dirty talk is starting to get to both of you, pulling whines and whimpers from you as Blitzø starts to literally rip your clothes- not fully rip them off of you but his grip on the belt loops of your jeans right now is almost scary. The tighter he grips, the more you hear the seams of the clothing popping.

Just when you thought he would finally yank your pants off and fuck the shit out of you, Blitzø pulls back, checks his phone, then uses the waist band of your pants to pull you up to your feet. He pushes you towards the door, placing a hard smack to your ass before again nudging you forward. “W-what? Where are we-“ You ask, confused and weak at the knees. He holds up his phone, showing a text from Moxxie about Striker and his plan to kill Stolas. “We got a tacky cowboy to get rid of.” You sigh and trudge forward, disappointed and extremely horny now.

“Don’t worry, I’m not done with you.” Blitzø grabs ahold of your hand and gives you a flirty look as he continues walking. He gestures back at the bed behind you two. “I’ll be sure to pound you into that mattress so hard you won’t even remember that piece of shit’s name.”

[artzval]

Stolitz

After a few years away from A03, I found my way back to it thanks to @glitzbot ' Fan fiction and comics!

I liked their work so much that I NEEDED to draw a fanart for the latest Chapter! 💜

Some close ups without shadows and lights~

[theressaicon]

Can we talk about the fact I would sell all my organs just to give this man a peck on his snout? And his VOICE!? HELLO??? He made my ears pregnant. 😔

Like

Someone sacrifice me for him pls

...thank you

(I NEED HB SATAN X READER SO BADLY PLEASE THAT'S THE ONLY CURE FOR ME NOW)

[personofpower]

#StopTheLeaks

We in the Hazbin hotel community have been repeatedly betrayed by our fellow fandom enjoyers through leaks.

- I am delighted that my tumblr page has shown no signs of spreading the leak

- This goes to show that a majority of us in this fandom do NOT support the leaks

- We as a collective should stand together to show Vivzie, her team, and Prime Video that we are just as upset by these leaks as they are, and that we are still as enthusiastic to wait patiently for the show to release on its own.

{*} Share/make positive posts on your social medias featuring the tag #stoptheleaks to show your support.

- Together we will stand up to those who dirty our good name!

Thank you for reading taking the time to read this. Together we will succeed…

[mandareeboo]

Title: Whoops

Summary: Turns out, it's hard to hide being pregnant when there's a hellhound around, even when she's drunk off her tail and barely able to stand up straight.

Excerpt:

Loona's eyes happen to catch hers, and her smiles dims a little. She's pretty drunk herself at this point, and she's not polite as she snatches the bottle from her hands. "Nope. This is mine now." "Loona!" Moxxie chides. "What?" she replies, popping the top with her nails. "S'not like she can drink it."

I'mma be real I just did a VERY brief spot check before posting this, so don't be surprised if there's grammatical errors. I'll fix 'em in the morning. Anyway! What a fucking finale.

Commissions Are Open! || Ko-fi

[rhiandoesfandom]

Ficlet: I Thought I Could Forget You

I love writing ficlets, I'll write angst, I'll write some love too a da da da da I love writing ficlets and today it's gonna be some idiots in love.....

Timeline Summary: Two years after Apology Tour, Stolas and Blitz never talk to each other again. Until today at the park.

"Go to fuck outside", Loona pulls Blitz off the couch and kicks him towards the door. He groans and tries to crawl back to the couch but she blocks him.

"Loonie I don't wanna", he whines, "I just wanna watch the new MLP".

She groans, "We can watch it tonight asshole, you need to touch grass. You've been inside all weekend, drinking off your ass".

"Hey I'm sober today!" He points and she rolls her eyes, reaching out her hand. He groans and hands her the joint from his pocket.

"Weed doesn't count!" He yells and she snorts, "you'll get this back when you come back. I want you out there for at least one hour".

"What! What am I supposed to do for one hour?"

"Stare at the sky! Listen to some birds, get a fucking coffee, I don't fucking care. Just don't come back til you've touched grass", she pulls out his wallet that she keeps from him and hands him a five. He reluctantly takes it and narrows his eyes.

"Fine", he attempts to grab his keys but Loona uses a little levitation spell she learned and keeps them away from him, "uh uh".

He sighs and leaves the apartment, slamming the door. He really needs to rethink this whole 'giving his daughter all his things to hold onto' thing. But to be fair he hasn't exactly been responsible with any of it in the last two years. The van was totaled. They had to get a new car.

Their rent wasnt paid for three months because he spent it all on booze and they almost got evicted. And he almost lost M&M because of his attitude at work. It's been an extremely shitty two years to say the least.

All because of he who must not be named. They don't say his name anymore. He hasn't heard it since maybe a year and a half ago?

Until today.

He walks past a black car dropping someone off at a park and pays no attention to it until he hears someone in the window say,

"Stolas will you be alright at the park by yourself?"

He freezes. Hands trembling. He knows his voice is next. His eyes widen. His hearing dialing in.

"Hah, yes Vassago I shall be fine, thank you. Come back in about an hour". It is him.

Blitz runs, looking for somewhere to hide. He finds a wide tree and attempts to climb up but he gets dizzy and settles for hiding behind it. Staring at the man who he has tried to stop thinking about for the last two years. Prince Stolas. The owl who ruined his life.

He watches him sit down at a bench and pull out a book. Doesn't look like erotica, just some fantasy novel. He looks around. Loona said to look at the sky and listen to the birds but everything feels muted now. There's nothing but him.

He decides to play it safe. He walks past him while he's reading. Slowly. But then he doesn't notice him. He does it again. And again. Then finally he just stands in front of him.

"STOLAS!" He says loudly, startling the owl and he drops his book.

"What-" Stolas starts then Blitz continues, "Fuck I'm sorry..." He bends down to pick up the book and their hands and foreheads touch, and all of Stolas's four eyes widen. Blitz holds the book to his chest.

"Blitz! What a...surprise to see you here", he says softly, with no malice in his voice. It makes Blitz want to throw up. He's been...fine? Wasn't he the one in love with him?

"...yes", was all he could say. Stolas eyes Blitz then the book.

"Right...uh...Blitz do you want to give me back my book?" He asks then blinks as if he realizes what he just said. The same words he said the one night. The full moon.

Blitz swallows and squeezes it tighter, shaking his head no. Stolas reaches out to him, "Blitz are you alri-" Blitz runs with the book. Stolas runs after him,

"Blitz what is this?! That's not the grimoire?" He yells but he continues to run. Stolas breathes heavily as he chases after him, quickly catching up and pinning the imp against a building. His sunhat and polo tossled now.

"Blitz what the fuck?!" He asks desperately. Blitz cries, letting go of the book, letting it drop to the floor. Stolas widens his eyes again and pulls Blitz in an embrace.

"You're...clearly going through something".

"AND YOU ARENT?" he yells, making Stolas step back, "What?"

"I waited for you to call. To answer me. ANYTHING!" I tried to visit you again and again and you-you weren't there. They had to house arrest me because I wouldn't stop trespassing on your palace. No doubt your doing I guess", he says, spiteful and Stolas puts a hand to his chest.

"What?" Stolas replies, "Blitz I was going through divorce proceedings and I lost everything. Everything. Via, my palace, my title, my phone, hell even that obnoxious bag of toys you got me! The only way I was able to live the last two years was because a friend took me in".

"You could have called!" He cries, holding onto Stolas.

"Shhh" Stolas rubs the back of his horns and he feels comfort for the first time in two years.

"With what knowledge my dear? I didn't know where you lived, I didn't have my phone, and you-you were my only friend", he looks down and Blitz's mouth hangs open. He's really been sabotaging himself for the last two years over a misunderstanding AGAIN.

He cries in Stolas's arms a little longer when Stolas's phone pings.

"Shoot, that's my ride", he says, frowning, picking up his book.

Blitz clenches onto his shirt, taking his phone and putting in his contact.

"You better not fucking lose it this time", he squeaks and Stolas smiles, kisses his forehead and turns to leave.

Blitz sits against the wall, rubbing his face, wondering if he can even feel like himself again after the last two years.

[prof-ramses]

Treasured Chapter 4 is live!!!

This chapter was another interesting one, but it set up a lot and gave me a solid reason to work on my pacing and character differentiation skills!

YOU CAN FIND IT HERE!!!

[seraphicsage]

verosika and reader having a big fight so she feels like she has to make it up to you by being sexual so you have to tell her that that’s not okay and you don’t expect that from her at all n maybe hold her whilst she cries and telling eachother how much you love eachother <3

A/n i really enjoyed writing this so thank you for the request <33333 i hope you enjoy!!

It’s our first *ever* fight as a couple. It’s weird, and unlike us. But it’s obviously something that we need to have a conversation about before we move on from it.

I’m currently sat on our bad and Verosika’s gone to the bathroom to ‘clean herself up’. It’s starting to get late but I think it’s important to actually talk about this otherwise this could happen again.

She opens the door and I’m shocked by the sight. She’s stood with a (clearly fake) smile on her face, and she’s practically naked. “Rosi what-” I start.

“I’m gonna make it up to, make you feel so good.” She crawls onto the bed and stalks up towards me. I can’t help but sigh and I see how her lips start wobbling as she tries to swallow it down.

“Rosi, what are you talking about? You don’t need to make it up to me with sex, we need to actually talk about this.” I take my cardigan off and wrap it around her, to cover her up. I can see the tears welling up in her eyes again and she looks very confused. “Rosi, baby, come here please? You don’t even look like you want to do this, and this isn’t how we should solve arguments.”

Apparently that pushes her over the edge again because she’s then collapsing on top of me and I can hear the sobs coming out of her as she clings onto me tight. I pull up further so she can rest her head in the crook of my neck and I can hold her properly, stroking her hair. “Oh baby, it’s okay, we’re okay. I never ever expect you to do anything sexual when you don’t want to. And I certainly don’t want this to be how we try and fix problems- it just won’t work.” I can feel her nod hurriedly into my neck as she squeezes onto me tighter.

“I’m so sorry,” she sniffs, lifting herself up slightly, “I don’t why I started arguing with you, you’ve just been so busy lately and I’ve missed you!” She chokes on her own sobs again and the tears keep streaming down her face.

I wipe the tears from her face gently, kissing her forehead and holding her face in front of me. “I love you so much, and I’ve missed you too! I haven’t meant to make you feel neglected and I’m sorry for that. I can work on making sure I’m not spending as much of my time working away from you. How does that sound?”

She nods, “I-It sounds good. Thank you, I love you so much.” I plant another kiss on her head before letting her rest her head on me again.

“I love you. We’re okay. You’re safe okay? You don’t have to do that anymore.” I can feel her sob harder and I keep stroking her hair and whispering reassurances to her. I reach over and bring out blankets over us and after a while the crying slows and her breathing settles as she fall asleep.