#he's doing everything to make Stolas comfortable - I knew he would be such a caring & sweet bf ;v;

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Can i request the hexsquad with a reader like stolas from helluva boss?without all his creepy attitudes obviosly,a young noble that goes to hexside with an terrible parent and a very young fiance that is scared of,just some comfort to the reader with real friends(i cant imagine what would happen if stolas reader comes out as teenage parent💀but sure a loving one if u ask me)

Howdy! My límit is 4 characters, so i'm gonna pick up the ones i find more acurrante for this situation. Thanks for the Request ❤️(You didn't specify so i go for a Platonic one)

Hunter/Willow/ Amity x Stolas! Reader

Genre: headcanons

Reader: male

Warnings: Bad parents, Bad parenting, High espectetions, low self esteem, arranged marriege, i didn't use the case of the baby bc the guys have like 14 so no☠️, Reader has a Bad relationship with his "fiancee", Fluff.

Hunter Noceda

Hunter probably knew Stolas! reader when he joined the Hexquad or through Willow, because I don't see it as very likely that he had friends in the emperor's coven (I'll do a drabble about that one day).

to try new things (and be away from his fiancée) Stolas! reader decided to join the Flyer Derby team, which was a surprise in itself because he seemed like someone...very...weak, at least in Hunter's eyes.

but the demon quickly became almost the opposite, summoning monstrous specters with his haunted items and his book (grimoire?) and honestly left him in disrepair.

although Stolas!lector was definitely "weak" in other ways, mostly because he was so SOFT.

He had great destructive potential, yes, but when I got to talk to him, he was so damn nice that it was suspicious (to him).

At first Hunter pretended to be angry at the constant reader talk, but little by little he lets down his walls and joins in a little in their talks, especially if they have to do with magic.

Hunter has a LOT of questions about how Oracle magic works ESPECIALLY from Stolas' family! Reader, how do you see the future with such precision? How do you control so many monsters at the same time? they might even compare research notes :D

When Hunter comes into trust with the reader, it is quite easy for him to see through him and how things affect him. like the thing with his fiancée for example.

Now, Hunter, unlike the following cases, firmly believes that THE FIANCE is the problem of everything and is willing to go for blood (he's like, how dare you make my friend cry?)

Hunter PERSONALLY doesn't think it's appropriate for Stolas! Reader and his fiancée try to be friends, make things happen? Sure, but being friends after all the bad times they've been through? titan no...

As for the terrible father thing...he can relate...A LOT.

Similar to what he did with Gus, he would share his experience with the reader and try to make him feel better.

but MOST OF ALL he goes into big brother mode when the reader is around his father (Hunter would have an inhuman amount of BEEF on the man)

Hunter knows what it's like to be manipulated by the person who's SUPPOSED to take care of you and someone you ADMIRE on top of it, so if necessary he gives the reader a reality shock when they need it.

Does being like Stolas include being fluffy and like an Owl? If so, there is no WAY Hunter doesn't end up sleeping (whether on purpose or accidentally) on the reader's soft fur (he gets very embarrassed later)

I imagine Stolas! reader tends to be very VERY dense and Hunter would definitely make some harmless jokes about it (like when someone is BLATANTLY flirting with him and he's just like "do you know what the differences are between frogs and toads? :D")

Reader's gardening hobby definitely helps him serve as a matchmaker between Hunter and Willow, whether leaving them alone on purpose or leaving a nice atmosphere ;)

Despite this, Hunter definitely thinks that reader plants are a bit too nippy for his good 😅

Hunter doesn't understand much about Astronomy or how it relates to the Oracle, but he will happily listen to the reader talking about it and tries to listen and understand as best he can. instead the reader hears about his fixation on Lobos :D

When Hunter and Willow are together, Stolas! The reader becomes his third wheel, or rather, his "practice son" is quite funny.

In general you could say that Hunter is slightly more protective of Stolas! reader for his naivety and gullibility, but he does not believe that he is any less capable for that.

He is still a great friend to him :3

Willow Park

Willow knew a little about Stolas reader, precisely because of how relevant his family was and that apparently the boy would be in her same year.

low key, Willow was nervous about this news at first, she was afraid of running into Stolas! reader for fear that he would become a Bully on her similar to Amity and her group in the first season.

but one day she ended up drinking with Stolas! reader as he ran to class, both dropping several things.

To Willow's surprise, Reader was really friendly and apologized A LOT for bumping into her, helping her pick up the books while talking about how he was new and got lost easily and how his locker tried to eat his hand.

In addition, he was completely amazed when he saw the copies of Erbology books that Willow had for her plant class, and he began to ask her MANY questions.

What were the types of plants like? Do they have carnivorous plants? Can you see them? Can you feed them? Do they have species from all the islands? and the list goes on..

Willow was so stunned by all the questions and the fact that who she thought would be her worst nightmare turned out to be a super innocent kid that she almost forgot she had class.

After that, Stolas reader would spend his time looking for Willow to talk about plants, to his joy and Willow's dismay, who on the one hand couldn't say that he disliked reader, on the contrary, he was very sweet and friendly, but he feared this. It would end in him being swallowed.

But when he met his "fiancee" with certain frustration problems...

At first Willow tries to help Stolas reader hide, but eventually tries to get them on good terms at least.

If it works, great!

If it doesn't work and you still hate each other, well, you can try that plant that reader has been studying so much--

reader is very supportive of Willow with her grubgy Flyer career! He is going to encourage her with his carnivorous plants with signs to encourage her🤣

Willow helps with Stolas Reader Gardening Hobbies!, whether it's reminding him when to water the plants, helping him get rid of the weed that bites him, or even growing plants he wants when he's feeling especially down.

Stolas reader has even tried to use his Oracle magic to make Willow get better grades, sometimes it works and other times they spoil half their lives, at least they know they will be friends in 20 years!

Willow is very emotionally supportive of EVERYONE, this does not exclude Stolas! reader, not only with his complicated fiancée, but also with the fact that his father is a TERRIBLE role model and treats him TERRIBLE.

Willow has tried to suggest that the reader take two classes, both Oracle and Plants, but the reader is TOO afraid of her father to tell her that she doesn't want to study what he says, which leaves Willow quite sad.

One thing's for sure, there are sleepovers at the Park house! and definitely try to include the reader in plans with friends as much as possible.

just like Willow is a safe place for Reader, Reader is a safe place for Willow, they are each other's shoulders to cry on, in a way.

Reader is definitely the ultimate shipper Hunlow (although he threatened Hunter that if he did anything to Willow he would put a curse on her, tear her to pieces and feed it to his plants. Hunter understood).

Both can be terrifying when angry or using all their power, although they are usually rays of sunshine.

In short, two rays of sunshine that help each other to relate to the group (don't mess with them, they are much more dangerous than they look)💚

Amity Blight

ohhhhh boy, she understands ☠️

She probably know Stolas! reader thanks to his parents being friends and/or business colleagues, similar to Boscha's parents.

Odalia insisted that Amity try to be her friend so that she could improve her relationship with her family (a very important one among the covens, especially the Oracle's).

So Amity took note and prepared herself for a capricious and pedantic prince, similar to Boscha.

Imagine his surprise when Stolas! reader ended up being the complete opposite, someone very reserved, shy and wanting to make REAL friends.

If we talk about Amity from the first season, at first she had difficulty accepting Lector, precisely because of his reputation, but they found that they had several things in common.

books for example.

Amity ended up running into Reader several times in the library while working, mainly in the reptile and botany areas, which seemed strange since he was in Oracle classes.

They would end up having conversations about frogs and what they were like outside of the boiling islands, it turns out that the reader's family could use Oracle magic even in the human world, but he loves to see the "rare" specimens they had, like the opossums or giraffes.

Being the least mean to him, Reader spent his time stuck next to Amity, and she eventually warmed up to him and she would keep him company, even open up to him.

He definitely knows about her arranged marriage, and he didn't like how it scared him, he can bet that on a couple of occasions Amity threw her away with her abobinable.

(although I think it is not impossible for him to accept her as a friend of himself and the reader if he shows he really wants to change or at least try not to take out his frustration on the reader)

defends him when someone tries to take away from his abilities as a member of the Oracle, he's like "do you think you know more than HIM??" and it definitely gets into hands sometimes😅

Amity HATES the reader's father, she considers him to be even worse than ODALIA. What kind of father commits his 14-year-old son?? (she hopes he finds out that they have been engaged since they were 11😬) and can't stand the way he talks about his son . If I could, I would send you the Alador abobinables.

✨bonding through shitty parents ✨

She highly encourages reading hobbies, especially plants and reading, you can even read to the kids together!

she defends Stolas a lot! reader from her family when she has to see them, especially from her father, if she and the reader's fiancée get along at this point, they will most likely make an alliance to protect Reader.

Amity even tells him about Azura's books that she reads! and compare notes and drawings they make of the characters

Listen to any babbling or rant that the reader has to give, whether it be frogs, plants or prophecies he saw on his own in the stars, astronomy, etc. Even if she doesn't understand shit, she just nods and won't let anyone take away that beautiful moment from the reader.

Imagine Amity introducing Luz to the reader! she would be SO happy to see that they would both get along because they are "nerdy" in different ways, but that they complement each other well.

I think Amity is definitely rooting for Stolas! reader to confess directly if he has a crush, after all, he is cute, comes from a good family and has a big heart, who wouldn't want to be with him? It even helps you make a note!

She wants the reader to find REAL love and not be forced to have a partner for something like status.

She supports the reader all the way when she decides to reveal herself to her family, she knows how scary it is, so she even offers him not only a shoulder to cry on, but also to stay with her for a while.

She tells him how brave he was and how happy she is for him.

Overall, rich, misunderstood best friends who stick together 💜

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Thanks for the Request ❤️

[boldlyspeedydreamerreturns]

this is a very silly request but could you write a Helluva one shot about the characters decorating for a party only for Blitzo, Fizzaroli and Stolas to all get distracted by inhaling helium balloons and joking around together with squeaky helium voices?

feel free to add any other characters you want like Ozzie or Loona for example

Aww, this is silly, but yes, I can do it. 👍

At Asmodeus' palace, Blitz and Stolas are running around with Fizz trying to get everything set up quickly. Fizz smiles at the two.

"Thanks for helping me put together Ozzie's surprise birthday party. He always makes a fuss that he's too old to celebrate his birthday, but I love to spoil him."

*Stolas and Blitz both nod.*

"It was our pleasure, dear Fizzarolli. Asmodeus is a good friend, of course we were happy to assist."

"Yeah, plus you went all out on dinner. Who knew big Ozz had such a thing for comfort food?"

Fizz grabbed the helium tank and started blowing up more balloons. He then got an idea and chuckled to himself. He got Blitz's attention.

"Hey Blitz, remember this?"

He took a puff of the helium.

"Howdy boys and girls. It's time for the clown parade!"

Blitz burst out laughing. Fizz started marching in a circle, singing in the high pitched helium voice.

"Yes today, yes today, yes today is the clown parade. Grab your shoes, grab your nose, grab your friends and here we go~!"

The two couldn't stop laughing, falling over themselves as they almost couldn't breathe anymore. Stolas watched them curiously for a minute.

"Is this...a reference to something? I'm afraid I don't get the joke."

Blitz stopped laughing just enough to talk.

"Growing up in the circus, to drum up business my dad would make all of us walk around town in a "clown parade" it was so stupid. He would suck in a bunch of helium and sing that damn song."

He started laughing harder again, which made Stolas laugh too. Fizz took another hit of the helium.

"Blitzo, how many times do I have to tell you, don't throw too much confetti. That shit ain't cheap ya know!"

They all started laughing harder, not even noticing that Asmodeus had returned. He watched the trio amused. He looked around and saw the mostly finished party, as well as the fabulous dinner.

"Am I interrupting something?"

Fizz, Blitz, and Stolas all jumped when Ozzie spoke. Fizz grinned and jumped into his boyfriend's arms.

"Ozz, you're home early! Happy birthday, babe."

Asmodeus couldn't help a chuckle as Fizz still had the high voice. They kissed, then he smiled at Stolas and Blitz.

"Did you two help him with this silly plan?'

Stolas nodded happily while Blitz was still trying to compose himself from laughing so hard.

"Indeed we did. Fizzarolli asked us to assist in getting your party set up. Surprise! Happy birthday, Asmodeus."

Ozzie felt a swell in his heart. His boyfriend, and his two newest friends all coming together to give him a surprise like this.

"Thank you, Stolas. Now, let's eat before the food gets cold. I see some baked mac and cheese that's calling my name."

The four all sat down at the table, enjoying the small feast that was before them. Once dinner was finished Ozzie enjoyed opening his gifts and chatting with everyone. It was a nice evening. Nothing big or extravagant. Just a simple, fun time with people he cared for. A while later Stolas and Blitz both left, leaving Ozz and Fizz alone.

"This was perfect, froggie. Thank you. I love you so much."

Fizz nuzzled Ozzie and kissed him tenderly.

"The night's not over yet. You still have one more gift. But it's in the bedroom."

Asmodeus had a good idea of what this gift is. He took Fizz into his arms and started towards their room. The night was just beginning for them.

[lunaeclipse1057-ao3]

Not going to post this to AO3, not yet at least, because this is more of a rough draft then anything? I'm not super proud of it, mainly in how I took Blitz's thinking of the situation. I don't know if it's very in-character for him and would love your advice!

"Think So Low Of Me" - A Blitzo Fic based on the ending of The Full Moon

1.1k words, Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Third Person

Blitzo stood in silence.

Before he blinked, he had been teleported out of the castle, away from Stolas, and to the courtyard of his palace. Stolas didn't want to talk to him, didn’t want to even look at him, not even for a second longer than he had to.

“I didn’t realize you think so low of me.”

His voice, his fucking voice, rang in and out of the imp's head like the bell hanging from the tower on top of a church. “I didn’t realize you think so low of me.” Christ.

What had he done?

It was supposed to be a good night. Hell, with all the shit Blitzo bought? It was supposed to be the best full moon either of them had. He was supposed to fuck Stolas' brains out all night, and it would've been great. But the one time, the one time he actually, genuinely looked forward to this meeting, it all went to shit.

He should stop standing in the middle of the driveway.

Even with the mental incentive, he couldn't find the energy to pick up his leg. He had to force the simple action, slowly making his way over to the company van he used to drive to the palace... what was it, thirty minutes ago? Not even that.

He didn't put the car in drive once he got inside. He didn't put his feet on the pedals. He had no intention to start driving, not yet. He just sat there, hands down by his side, replaying the conversation in his mind.

There were no mouth-shaped bruises along his neck. There were no blisters on his hands from handling the rope. There was no sweat beading down his forehead.

There was no book in the passenger seat of his car.

Blitzo slowly raised his wrist, looking at the gemstone now embedded in his glove. Its orange surface shimmered in the light of the moon behind him, bright and full and complete. An Asmodean Crystal, he called it. Full, legal access to the living world. A way to continue his business without a contract, without conditions.

With Stolas giving him this, he was free.

He always complained about being forced to see Stolas every month. He always complained about how it felt like a chore. He should be happy. He didn't have anyone tying him down anymore.

So why was his heart in his stomach? Why did hearing Stolas tell him that he no longer had to see him make him so... upset? Confused? Angry? What even was he feeling?

He knew things were rocky between him and Stolas. But he boiled it down to the fact that he had been taking the bird's offers when offered an out from their monthly meetings. He thought that seeing him, fucking him, would make things better. He wanted it to make things better.

But Stolas had other ideas. And, as always, as much as he hated to admit it, Stolas was right. It wouldn't be fixed without talking, and Blitzo knew it, he always knew it. But maybe, just maybe, everything could've fixed itself before it had to get to that point.

He always thought that if it got to that point, they would just talk about what they felt and move on. He would admit that he maybe just a little bit cared about Stolas, Stolas would say it was just a novelty to him, and they'd keep meeting every month anyway because that was just what needed to happen because Blitzo needed that book to keep his business running, and if he lost that part of his life everything else would come crumbling down around him and he couldn't do that again.

"You no longer have any obligation to see me, to touch me, to bed me, you are... you are free of me."

But Stolas gave him a way out.

"I'm giving you this because I care very deeply for you, and I have for some time. But this transactional thing we have, it's not right anymore, it hasn't been. It never was. And, now all I can see is how wrong it is to be so tethered to someone in such an unfair way, and not know how they feel."

Stolas said he cared about him. Acknowledged how shitty everything was.

"You don't have to stay here with me. But, I want you to. I want you to stay here with me because you want to. Only if you want to."

Stolas gave him a choice. Stay or leave, it was up to him.

But because he was Blitzo, because he was the man he always had been, he managed to fuck everything up. He managed to use his disgusting hands to mold even this perfect outcome into something that hurt both him and the other person involved.

Why did he have to be so fucking stupid? Why couldn't he just look past his fears and aversions for once and try to see things how they were? Everything came down to him, and he blew it. He couldn't handle the fact that someone was doing something nice for him and he tried to play it off and made everything worse. He couldn't even begin to fathom the fact he might actually care, so instead he just chose to believe that he didn't.

And then he yelled at Stolas.

"Can I get a fucking minute to think after everything you put me through, you pompous, rich asshole!?"

"You royal fucks think you can do this every time like you can just play with our feelings because we're smaller and not as important! Well, I'm not letting you, bitch! Let's go!"

He ruined it. He ruined whatever he had left with Stolas in the same way he ruined everything about his life. The same way he'd ruin it with Moxxie and Millie in the future. The same way he'd ruin it with Loona in the future. The same way he'd ruin it again with Fizz in the future. The same way he ruined it with Veroskia, with Fizz, with his dad, with Barbie, with his mom, with-

With his mom.

The same way.

The same, exact way he ruined it with his mom.

I didn't realize you thought so low of me.

I see you've taken after your father quite a bit, haven't you?

I'm tired. I need to sleep.

I said I'm tired, Blitzo. We'll talk about it in the morning.

There wasn't a next morning for her.

He shouldn't be driving.

He started driving.

He didn't know where he was going.

He made it to his apartment somehow.

He didn't hear Loona asking why he was home so early.

He didn't hear himself snap at her, telling her to mind her own business.

All he could hear was the voices of two of the most important people in his life telling him how disappointed they were with him.

I didn't realize you think so low of me.

[botanikos]

Hearing that answer he smiles, genuinely. "I'll have to figure out a day for us to go out, but it makes me happy to hear you say those words, because I truly do care about you, I want to see you smile and be the one to make you happy. I want to hold your hand to make sure you know you're not alone. You deserve happiness, Stolas, you deserve to feel safe and loved. I wish to be by your side, if you'll permit me to be."

Roy knows that Stolas has been through a lot for the past few months and he wants to do everything in his power to help him heal, to be there for him, to comfort him and make sure he knows he's not alone. That someone cares for and cherishes him. He wants Stolas to see that his feelings for him are genuine, as well.

"These feelings I feel have been blossoming the more time we spend together, and I enjoy your company immensely. I always enjoy holding you, kissing you, being intimate with you, I enjoy talking to you, I enjoy being in your presence, I want to be there for you, to comfort you, to see you smile." He takes his hand into his own and squeezes it softly.

"I... I have fallen deeply for you, Stolas."

A tide of emotion washes over him. Roy's words work as a balm, soothing aches and wounds that refuse to heal. But then, why did the prince feel dread? Why was his heart so heavy and reluctant to accept love? That is what this is — he knew it well enough. Roy was standing there before him, speaking from his own heart and holding Stolas' hands.

He was unworthy. Cursed. Surely, the Colonel would find himself bored within enough time. Not only that, but the prince understood he had many undesirable traits. It was not enough to be a handsome and charming demonic prince — and surely none of that mattered in the eyes of the man who held his hand now. Stolas was still trying to find his footing after the jagged exchange between Blitz and himself. The vast multitude of mistakes he has made are rolled out before him, a twisted and terrible carpet rolled out for him. But to deny Roy's feelings would be a crime and a step backward from the progress Stolas has been desperate to make.

Despite the complications of it all — a demon and a human — Stolas finds himself coming undone. He offers a smile, trapped between uncertainty and fondness. He tips his head towards Roy's with a shaky breath, forehead resting against his. ❝ My goodness. . . . You have such a way with words, my little flame. I am completely enamored by you. ❞

At long last, Stolas brings a hand beneath the colonel's chin, lifting his gaze upwards to the prince's own. A whisper of breath passes between their lips, the lingering promise of unspoken thoughts and a kiss. ❝ I am full of love — full of joy when I am with you. I am yours until you are sick of me, Roy. ❞

[boszbichblitzo]

As Blitz watched Stolas sink deeper and deeper into despair, guilt ate at him. He didn't want to make the owl cry, he didn't want to hurt him at all, but everything about this just felt so fucking wrong and unfair! And to have Stolas making him feel wrong for being upset by all of this seemed so fucking backwards.

He was torn on how to respond, anger flaring up right alongside his guilt. He'd been an ass that night at Ozzie's, he knew that. He'd invited Stolas out just to use him as a means of getting inside to spy on Moxxie and Millie and then he'd lashed out at the owl later that night, but Stolas had hurt him too! He'd acted fucking ashamed of being seen with Blitz after the imp had just begun to realize his own feelings and now he had the fucking gall to act like he'd ever cared about anything but his body? "I– .....probably should've been fucking clear about why I was inviting you out, I guess. But don't fuckin' act like you didn't do shit too, Stolas." Blitz started, his voice a little tight as he tried to fight off his own emotions and just hold onto anger. "You acted fucking embarrassed and ashamed when you got called out for fucking me. I might've been the asshole first, but if you really 'liked' me, why the fuck did you look like you wanted to crawl under a fucking rock as soon as someone pointed out we were together?"

Blitz's tail lashed behind him in annoyance and he let out a soft huff, turning his face away in a meager attempt at hiding the pain on his face, the tears beginning to well in his eyes. "You're wrong. Ozzie might not come to collect some kinda debt from me, but then again, he might. All you did was make me someone else's problem without even havin' a single conversation with me about it first." His guilt twisted a little harder as he saw the tears begin to fall, but he was already in too deep now to just stop at this point. "What the fuck was I supposed to think? All you ever do is act horny around me. All we've ever done together is fuck, and that's.... fine. I don't understand what's changed, why you wanna suddenly get rid of me. Was I not doin' a good enough job? You know you could just fucking tell me that instead of throwing me away, I can always do better." There was a touch of desperation mingling with the anger in his tone now. As much as he'd complained about the deal and the way Stolas tended to treat him and speak to him, he was comfortable with their arrangement. He knew what was expected of him and without getting any feelings involved, he'd been pretty confident he couldn't fuck it up, but it looked like he'd somehow managed to do just that anyway.

"I wanted to come here and fuck you like we agreed on." He answered, ignoring the actual intent behind Stolas' question. He wasn't ready to confront what he actually wanted just yet, because what he wanted and what he deserved were two totally different things and the owl would have to be crazy to actually want more from someone as fucked up and emotionally stunted as Blitz.... right? "I spent all day getting ready for tonight. I went out shopping for shit just to make you happy and you don't even wanna look at any of it! You just decided to spring this feelings bullshit on me outta nowhere and I don't fucking know how to talk about any of this! At least if you'd told me this is how you wanted to spend the night, I could'a fuckin' prepared a little!"

The prince watched as Blitz moved away from him ending the cuddling and sat up, perhaps Blitz was right... it was better to continue this face to face no matter how difficult it was to be looked at right now. Stolas shifted to sit up too and tucked his long legs under himself while clasping his talons together in his lap. "I know its a lot Blitz.... perhaps reading more books than I had conversations growing up may have stunted me in more ways than I realized... I sorry for laying all of this down at your feet without warning..." It was hard enough to ask Blitz to come to his home directly but he suspected that he would have lost his nerve if he had told him that they would be talking... or Blitz would have maybe not have come at all.

Stolas peered up at the imp through his lashes as he slide off the bed to face him with emotion the owl couldn't quite decipher beyond the anger he was familiar with. "Yes its because I like you... your different than anyone I've ever known but the first night you tried to steal the book, It was the first time in my life I didn't want to vomit and wash the feeling of hands off me... I wanted to see you again..to not feel numb again... so I offered the thing you wanted in exchange... it was selfish" He breathed and shifted to wrap his arms around his knees hugging them to his chest to give himself comfort as he continued. "It was Ozzie's... when you asked me out on that date, I wanted so badly for it to real but when I saw your employee get on the stage I realized that it wasn't...You weren't there for me... then with all those eyes on me suddenly in the spotlight without alcohol to numb the anxiety I hid." He tucked his face into his knees with a shudder before he spoke again. "You were right....'Don't act like what we have is anything other than you wanting me to fuck you' you saying that I realized that was all we would ever have with this deal... and I wanted more... I wanted to get to know you... I wanted to go on real dates. It's stupid, wishfully thinking of a lonely pathetic man" He chuckled wetly into his knees.

At the comments of tying Blitz down to some other royal he barely knew and being a glorified sex toy Stolas couldn't stop the hiccupped little sob that escaped his beak without his permission, well at least I know how Blitz feels now... how he had seen their nights together. "You would be no more tied to Asmodeus then anyone else who has legal businesses in Lust, if I continue to lend you the book someone will eventually learn about it... Stella could learn about it! she's already sent an assassin to kill me once if she knew what we were doing... we could be arrested, your business dissolved or worse." He pressed a talon to the still healing holy wound in his shoulder... though the doctors say that there will always be an ache, "Is that what you think about our nights together? that you were just a sex toy to me?" He looks up from his knees to look Blitz in the eyes tears freely steaming down his white face plate.

"What do you want Blitz? what do you want to happen tonight? what do you want to happen to the deal?..... what do you want to happen to us? what do you want?"

[rosegirl6140]

How Stella Differs From Other Female Abusers

I’ve been confused on why I didn’t have a similar disdain for Stella as I did for other female abusers such as: Beatrice Horseman, Shadow Weaver, and Odalia Blight. I was confused until I asked myself: how does Stella differ from all of these women? That’s when it finally hit me all of these women, Stella included are narcissistic, power (and or status obsessed), psychopaths but Stella lacks something that they all have: control. Beatrice Horseman while having a lavish life similar to Stella was always calm and controlled in her rants to her son which of course made them all the more terrifying and worse, believable for a young child because it sounded like she was saying a fact instead of something out of anger. Same thing with Shadow Weaver, most of the time she was passive aggressive and yes had moments where she flew off the handle but she knew how to manipulate a situation to go in her favor like when she manipulated Catra into helping her escape or what she did to Glimmer for most of season 4 even though she was still technically a “prisoner.” She also had a lot of authority within the Horde and was in control of a lot of people before Catra stopped her. Odalia was in charge of a whole company and always tried to frame every petty, manipulative, and controlling thing she did to Amity as her “helping her daughter fulfill her potential” or something which was really a vain effort to have something to brag about. 

Stella however has barely any control over anything at all. She got into an arranged marriage with Stolas when she was barely older than Octavia. She lets her emotions get the better of her all the time. She still obsesses over what the rest of the Goetia family thinks. Whenever there’s a problem she just throws money at it. She doesn’t say things with sadistic coldness she screams it out with white hot rage which is raw and feels real (not for good reasons but still). Stella also seems to run to her brother. The only real things she has control over are what parties she throws. She is dependent on other people and she hates it so she bullies them into thinking she has control when she doesn’t which again is terrible and no one should do that. She has never had to do an actual thing for herself and is basically an overgrown child. They explain how her outfit can look juvenile as well in this one re-design video but my computer is being stupid so I can’t post it. Stella has never made any big decisions for her life and just did what her parents asked of her. The closest thing she made to a decision was her paying someone to kill Stolas for embarrassing her. I think on some level she realizes this and that’s why she hates Stolas so much because she had no choice in her life and she takes it out on him because she’s too scared of what other people think to leave. 

All the women above made choices: Beatrice Horseman chose to abandon her safe and steady life to run off with her horrible idiot of a husband after he got her pregnant and instead of admitting that she made a mistake she just took it out on Bojack, Shadow Weaver she worked her way to the top and became a respected sorceress only to throw it away for a desperate grab at more power while endangering a child and then started abusing other children because she was so convinced that she was entitled to power, Odalia built an entire company with her husband and handles most of the business but only cares about her kids if they make her look good and will actively hurt them to get her way. Stella however did what her parents asked of her to maintain her safety, comfort, and security. She got married to a man who didn’t even find her attractive and whom she has nothing in common with. This would be frustrating for anyone but with Stella’s anger issues it made her extremely abusive and taking it out on him (again this is obviously horrible and I don’t condone). 

In her mind she did everything she was expected to do even if it made her miserable and in return she gets her husband humiliating her in the worst way imaginable over and over again. I hope the show gets better and treats her anger issues like a serious problem that negatively impacts her too. And goes into detail about how she struggles with it because she has little to no control over it. Stella is pretty much the product of her environment and I want to see her be more than that. 

[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

OBSESSIVE STOLAS X Male Imp Pt.1

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

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

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

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

Something she'd never do before.

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

And that's where you came in.

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

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

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

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

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

Stolas finding the whole thing quiet adorable.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He felt so cold...

He had no one.

No one loved him.

He felt so cold...

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

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

You reached into your coat and removed a handkerchief.

Croutching down you wiped the growing dew around his eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Stolas felt cold.

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

His wife couldnt stand him.

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

He had nothing and no one.

No one loved him.

Why should he even go on.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You just... gave it freely.

He couldnt help himself.

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

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

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

He didn't know why but your words brought out

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Stolas pulled back at that.

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

Stolas hadn't thought of that.

What if Blitzø did walk in?

Finding him with one of his employees.

In his office.

Would Blitzø be upset?

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

Would Blitzø even care?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

How could you say no?

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

'Lock the door' you whispered.

[fangirl-creates]

The Most Unlikely Thing

A Stolitz Wedding One-Shot

Inspired by this lovely art by @sator-the-wanderer on Instagram (Link at the end)

(Note: This is my first time writing with Helluva Boss Characters—I was worried they wouldn’t be in character, but I hope you enjoy!!)

Most would say a night like this would never happen. That it was one of the many outlandish and downright ridiculous thoughts that appeared within the mind of anyone who knew them. If you said it outloud, you’d get a quick laugh out of the person you told, then the subject would be changed in an instant-as if it was never said at all.

Moxxie had that thought once. Right around 2AM he woke up from an uneventful dreamscape, and processed the thought with every ounce of his intellect. Even after that, it still made no sense. He turned to Millie’s side, taking a deep breath before he spoke.

“Millie? Are you awake?”

His wife stirred for a moment, a small yawn before she responded. “Yeah, Moxx?” She mumbled.

“I...had a weird thought..” He sat up, running his hand through his snow-white hair, soon scratching the top of his head.

“What was it?” She sat up a little, both curious and worried about what he might be thinking.

“Well-” He paused for a moment, giving the room a good look around before he continued. If a certain someone was here, listening, he wouldn’t hear the end of it. “It’s about Blitz and uh...Prince Stolas.”

Millie’s golden eyes widened as her tail started swishing like a curious cat. Any worry she had was gone, now she wanted to know all the details surrounding this. “Well?? Don’t keep me in suspense!” She smiled eagerly, shaking him by the arm a little.

“So like...and this is just a hypothetical..” He chuckled, smiling nervously for a quick second. “I just wondered for a second...well..” At this moment their eyes were locked, Moxxie’s face now torn between smiling or frowning. He had no idea what to feel. “Do you think they could ever...end up like us?”

Millie tilted her head, raising a brow. “Ya mean like...married ‘n stuff?”

Moxxie nodded a few times. “Yeah, Yeah! Do you...do you think-?”

She put a hand on her chin. “Well...I don’t think it isn’t possible. I mean...I’m pretty sure...excluding their little agreement...maybe they do like each other..”

“Do they though?” He started to lay down again, now staring at the ceiling. “I mean clearly Stolas likes him to the point where he won’t stop gushing over him. But...Blitz?”

“Who knows, hon. Blitz hardly talks about how he really feels. Maybe he does. And maybe one day they will…” The last thing didn’t sound so sure.

Moxxie turned his head. “But?”

“All relationships are complex, Moxx. And those two? Hell, it could take them years before they even think about something like that. But then again…”

“What?”

“Sometimes the thing you least expect might happen sooner than you think.”

Moxxie blinked a couple times, squinting a bit. “Sooo...you do or you don’t think they could-” He was interrupted by Millie giving him a kiss on the lips. She turned the light off next, shifting back into her sleeping position.

“Goodnight, Moxxie.”

Moxxie sighed, slowly closing his eyes as sleep began to cloud his mind again.

He still couldn’t believe he actually thought that. Although it wasn’t the worst thing in the world, it still surprised him no less. But despite how much he just wanted to forget it, it made him think about what Millie said.

It was true Blitz was starting to show a small glimmer of affection towards the Goetian Prince, especially since the rescue from a few nights ago. The concern and sudden display of power through a demonic transformation was enough to make Blitz gawk at the sight of it. And the way Stolas gently cupped his face asking if he was alright afterwards made everyone else in the room stare, Blitz feeling slightly embarrassed by the whole situation.

Yet it still made him think that maybe...just maybe something like that could happen. But that wasn’t up to him. Whatever they decided would leave this idea, this thought, completely within the hands of faith itself.

And with that, Moxxie fell asleep.

———————

Three years ago, it was never spoken of outside of that one night. And neither of the two had ever acted upon such a decision until much much time had passed. But now the stars were in their favor.

The sky was a dark, beautiful crimson that had mixed with a captivating wine purple. The stars were scattered, dusting the sky and turning it into a dazzling display of twilight.

They had kept it small, the only ones being present were close friends and family—which was basically four people. But it didn’t matter how many people were there, or where they did it. All that mattered was that it happened—which had ended up on the roof of I.M.P’s office building.

The vows had been short, with a few important bits here and there; Moxxie having to be both the one to wed them and the best man to the boss himself. He wasn’t sure he had the exact authority to do so, but both explained it was better than having someone else they didn’t know. Because once this got out, they’d have a whole other thing to deal with. But that was a future problem they would solve when it became relevant to them.

Blitz was given a stepstool so he could reach Stolas without having to stand on the tips of his toes. He didn’t want the stepstool, saying that he’d look like a complete joke. But if Stolas had to lift him up for this part, he would be unable to think clearly from the embarrassment.

Stolas didn’t seem to care how many people were present, or where they decided to host the reception. There was only one thing that mattered in this moment, and the smile of genuine compassion refused to leave his face the entire night. Blitz looking up with him while trying to contain himself only seemed to make him smile more. He was adorable.

Both eagerly waited for Moxxie to finish up, Blitz trying to keep himself from falling off the stool by how much he was moving. Of course he stood perfectly still once he heard the last few words out of Moxxie’s mouth.

“You may now kiss—”

Blitz practically jumped into Stolas’ embrace, quickly locking lips with him as the two slowly started to get lost in intimacy.

The four clapped while giving the newly weds smiles of congratulations. But those quickly faded away when they noticed the two weren’t paying attention anymore. The passionate kissing lasted for almost two minutes before Loona had to break them away from each other.

“Hey, lovebirds. Maybe wait till none of us can see you.” She rolled her eyes, putting Blitz down after basically pulling him off of Stolas.

Blitz put a hand on his head, taking a look around. “Oh shit, I forgot we were doing this.”

Stolas bent over with a light chuckle, booping Blitz’s nose. “-and aren’t you so glad we did, Blitzy~?”

The Imp pushed his face away as he blushed a bit more. “Yeah yeah just…don’t make it a bigger deal than it already is..”

“Looks like someone’s trying to pretend he can’t be romantic for once.” Moxxie smirked, making Blitz turn around in retaliation. His face was now a different form of red.

“Well you know what, Moxxie?! You—!” Then he stopped, biting his lip as he put his accusing finger away. “You…did..a good job…tonight..” He mumbled under his breath.

Moxxie kept smirking, raising a hand to where his ear would be. “Oh, what was that? Could you repeat what you said a little louder?”

Blitz shifted uncomfortably, hoping this was the last time. None of this was like him. And in front of his entire friend circle too!

“You…didagoodjobtonight..” He said it louder as per Moxxie’s request, just a bit faster than normal. Now everyone heard him…however-

“Maybe a little louder…and slower?” He leaned in closer.

“Goddammit, Moxxie! I already held back insulting you just let me have this!” He snapped a little, making everyone else just laugh in response. Moxxie put a hand on his shoulder, his smile genuine.

“Thanks, Blitz.”

———————

The rest of the wedding had lasted a couple hours. Since the group was so small, dancing and talking underneath Hell’s strangely unnatural starlight felt more meaningful.

Eventually, M&M had to leave. But they wished the two best of luck, the wedding present they got the only thing left of them from tonight. Octavia and Loona decided to head inside the office to give their dads space. Now that they were legally sisters, hanging out would feel more genuine. Like you had someone else there looking out for you. Loona now was able to shout anything about being her big sister to anyone who tried to mess with them.

Up on the roof, Blitz and Stolas were laying down on what used to be the tablecloth to the buffet, staring at the stars. Blitz had taken advantage of using Stolas’ chest as a fluffy pillow. It was so comforting, like he could just lay there forever and never get up. But then…something did make him get up. He sat and hugged his knees close, his expression somewhat distraught. His eyes turned briefly to the owl demon, feeling strange.

“Stolas?” He finally broke the silence.

Stolas had already taken note of Blitz sitting up. But he quickly sat up when next he saw his partner’s face.

“What’s the matter, Blitzy? Are you feeling alright?” His questions were genuine, making Blitz feel worse.

“Is this…is this what you want? Do you really want…me?” Something in his voice cracked and that made Stolas’ heart feel a strike of pain.

“Of course I do! Tell me, what brought this on?” He held Blitz’s chin in his hand gently so their eyes met once more.

“It’s…It’s just how we started out. And everything after that…I don’t know why it took me so fucking long to actually admit that I…” He paused. “…felt this way.”

“And?”

“And…I didn’t think that you would actually..! You…You said yes.” His eyes started to water. “Why the hell did you say yes?!”

Stolas pulled him in close, caressing his back. “Because I love you, Blitzy…And you being there all those times, even when I didn’t truly feel this way—it still meant something to me. And I know it meant something to you.”

Blitz let out a crying sound, something he would never do. At least, not in public. He didn’t know what was wrong with him, but he just felt so vulnerable now…and he hated it. Stolas quickly responded to this by cupping his face and lifting it up so they were at eye level again.

The Imp’s lip was quivering and his eyes were bloodshot enough to almost blend in with his eye color. The tears were staining his cheeks, big droopy ones making him look like an absolute wreck. He looked even more embarrassed now than he did before.

Stolas wiped some of the tears away with one of his hands, a comforting smile. “Oh, Blitzy…do you think we’d really be here if I didn’t feel this way?”

He sniffed, trying to contain himself before he responded. “No..None of this would be…” He took a deep breath. “I guess I’m so used to pushing people away I never thought you’d actually stick around.”

Stolas gave him another kiss, shorter than before, but something about this one felt even more emotional than the last. Something about this one made Blitz want nothing more than to be with him. No matter what his fears were telling him.

“I love you, Blitzy…” It was the third or fourth time he had said it tonight, but this time it felt deeper.

“I love you too, Stolas…” He returned the kiss, both landing back down on the floor.

It was at that moment they refused to let this feeling leave them. For even though the memory of this magical night would fly by, they would never ever forget it.

End.

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[helldustedstories]

While he's not glad that the others have been captured, Stolas has a fleeting moment to think about the fact that this is one of the few times that he and Loona have had together, one-on-one. Which is something that's definitely going to change, when they get back home. He wants to spend more time with her, with both of the girls, to show that he cares, that she can rely on him if she needs to. Stolas wants to be there for her, the way that he is for Via. And he needs her to know just how loved she is, something that he's going to be better about showing. In a way that hopefully won't overwhelm her; he knew he could be a lot, sometimes.

But that's something he can figure out when they're all home safely. Right now, they have a job to do.

Stolas would have absolutely understood if Loona hadn't wanted anything to do with him touching her, had preferred to keep focusing on the task at hand instead of taking a moment, but he was very glad that she hadn't flinched away from him, hadn't completely blown him off and told him to mind his own business or something. Because he really did want to do everything he could to help and support her, even now. And he knew full well what it felt like to be so completely overwhelmed that it was as though nothing he could do would ever be right, would ever be enough. He didn't want her to feel that way, even now, in this moment of crisis.

As Loona closes her eyes, Stolas doesn't move, his hands still on her shoulders, offering her what comfort and strength he can. He knows he's a poor substitute for the rest of them, but he will do as much for her as she'll allow him, the same way he would for Via. And if giving her a moment, holding space for her to take time she needs to in order to feel at least okay? That is something he is more than capable of doing.

A soft smile slips onto his face at her question, and he gives her shoulders another soft, gentle squeeze. "I do," he responds. "We never would have gotten this far without you, Loona. You're one of the most capable people I've ever met, and I'm so proud of you for being so strong." Even if she shouldn't have to be.

It's another moment before Loona opens her eyes, and when she does, when she says the scents split off, Stolas understands. She confirms that she can only follow one scent at a time, and that while she cares about Moxxie and Millie, she'd had to make a choice.

He shakes his head, giving her shoulders one last soft squeeze. "No one is going to blame you for choosing to find your father first, darling," his voice is soft, and it's clear that there's some emotion there, though he's doing his best to stay calm, level-headed. Part of him wonders if they should split up, should try to find all of them at once…, but there are strength in numbers. Not to mention that he couldn't pick out scents the way that Loona could. And while he might be able to find Blitz on his own, if he had a moment to concentrate on the connection between them, could do a spell to help him follow that to him, he wouldn't dream of telling Loona to just trust that he would find Blitz while she went after Moxxie and Millie.

"We'll find Blitz, and when we know he's okay, we'll go after Moxxie and Millie," Stolas said firmly. And after the team was together again, once they knew their loved ones were safe, they would deal with these humans who dared to harm the few people he cared about. This time, none of them would leave alive. And if he had to take them and their blessed weapons on to allow the others to return home, to make sure they were safe? It wouldn't be the first time he'd dealt with holy weapons, and if he wasn't bound he could actually fight back; he'll do whatever it takes to save his family. No matter what.

She doesn't like how quiet it is. Loona's aware that they must be fairly far from where they left the rest of the humans - that it'll take time for them to catch up if they're in pursuit - but the quiet is setting her fur on end. Even the sounds she expects, birds and squirrels and shit, are just ... not there. Her ears are constantly swiveling, trying to pick up on anything that might give her more of a clue, but the only thing that she can keep track of are the scents.

... Scent. Guilt claws up at her, and all Loona wants to do is press her back against a wall and bare her teeth until the problem just fucking goes away. It would be so much easier if she could just solve everything with claws or fangs or a stolen bat.

It takes her a second to realize that Stolas has gone from following behind her to in front of her - and before she can question him, or complain toothlessly, he's looking at her. He's touching her, hands on her shoulders, and her fur bristles down her spine involuntarily. She hears the growl in the back of her throat and fuck, she doesn't mean it - it just happens sometimes. Does he know that she doesn't -

Stolas is ... surprisingly gentle. Which, when she thinks about it, is only half surprising. Like, yeah, she's seen him terrorize the ever loving shit out of humans, and bust down the door of I.M.P. when he needs something - or Blitz has done something stupid - but he does always use the actual door. And if she's honest with herself, his anger has never spilled over to her - or, really, any of them in any meaningful way.

That's pretty fuckin' rare. And she'd seen how gentle he was with Via. Loona hadn't been bullshitting when she'd told her about how much he was trying.

... Is that what he's doing now? Trying? She can't fuckin' imagine why, unless she just looks that pathetic.

But he sounds so confident. Not condescending or shitty or - anything else her raised hackles seem to be expecting. Cautiously, throwing him a suspicious glare first, Loona lets her eyes slip closed. She focuses on the gentle points of contact, the bare breeze, the almost comical panting from one of their shithead hostages.

❝ - You really thing so ? ❞ Fuck, she doesn't mean to search for validation - for a second, it feels like he must have tricked her, somehow, into accepting his support. - But that's stupid, he probably just has practice with that infuriatingly effective Dad voice from Via. Loona's eyes open and she looks down and away, shame starting to curl up through her chest and into her throat.

❝ I - the scents split off. I didn't ... I wasn't trying to lie or anything, I just ... I care about Moxxie and Millie too, I just - I can only follow one at a time. ❞ Frustration leaks into her voice. ❝ I'm hoping they wind up back together but I - I had to. I can't - ❞

I can't lose him.

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Stolitz fic rec!!

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I'm going to just drop my favorite stolitz fics here.

They run at night by @wearemisfortune

Blitzo is always moving because when his body stops, his mind races. This almost always leads to a terrible fucking idea.

Tonight is no different—but the result will be.

-lovely angst, lovely climax, and it captures Blitz's line of thinking in a serious tone but in a way still feels authentic to the character. And I'm ALWAYS a sucker for the sheer unconditional trust trope.

Junctures by @sluttycrimehat

To everything, there is a season.

-I still am in complete awe of how the author managed to fit so much in such little time. The bit at the end always fucking gets me, I love it so MUCH.

The last general by @curtailed

It's in a month after, with Stolas spent and lying on his side, that Blitzo finally musters up the courage to tell him.

-Hello??? BEAUTIFUL post-harvest moon fic, wonderful vibes, love how well they know each other in this one, the trust is amazing. Love it.

You got everything that I want by @bipridemoth

Stolas can’t recall a time where “love” wasn’t synonymous with “pain” for him.

With Blitzo, it’s not love. So, there’s no pain. Stolas doesn’t let there be pain, at least not emotionally, the physical pain is something he quite enjoys. When Blitzo leaves after their monthly night together, he doesn’t allow himself to feel pain, only anticipation of the next time. He likes that there’s always a next time, even though that’s because of his active incentive more than anything else. But that’s alright, he doesn’t want Blitzo to come see him without an incentive. He deserves favors in turn for what he’s giving Stolas.

-Stolas angst!!!! The angst really is delicious in this one, with just as nice of a happy ending. Blitz is confident about the relationship, which is Wonderful to read and the "I know where this is going" segment had me in TEARS.

Between fairy tales and realities by @coloringthegreyscale

Blitzo's a complicated imp and Striker and Stolas accept that. But what happens when the two worlds he's made for himself collide together for one night? Well...

-Okay, so yes, this is striker/blitz/stolas, but it's so good. All three of them have a lovely dynamic, managing to work out somehow, with powerful Stolas, wonderful Blitz and a HILARIOUS Striker. Go read the series, it's a lot of fun and has many cute interactions that made me smile.

The look by @seireileafy

Blitz has been noticing a change in Stolas.

-It's such a CUTE drabble, I adore when one person can tell the other is pining for them, and the LAST LINE FUCKING GETS ME EVERY TIME-

Instead I made my bed with apathy by @thebooklord15

Just like every night before this one, Blitzo glared at the form next to him, already lulled into the bliss of slumber. He had never meant for things to turn out this way-he’d gotten the grimoire already, he didn’t need this man and from the way Stolas treated him it was clear he did not need the imp either.

And yet.

-Jcjdkafj this one is so GOOD I love blitz being pissed off yet too deep in to stop, and like I've said for others already THAT LAST LINE, PLEASE-

Call and response by anon

It was a love story, maybe.

-short but deliciously angsty, with some beautiful imagery, really nice dialogue, and time-doesn't-exist-in-this-motel-room vibes. Love it.

Shovel proof by @kereea

Octavia tries to give Blitzo the shovel talk. He decides to help with that.

-FUCKING cute, love the Octavia/Blitz dynamic, and it has snappy fun dialogue!! Really sweet.

Reaching out, touching me, touching you by @allmightshipserasermic

Stolas hasn’t been able to preen sufficiently in quite awhile, since Stella refuses to do it for him anymore. Blitzo offers to help.

-PREENING FIC is there anything more I have to say?

The skin you could have by @coloringthegreyscale

Stolas catches Blitzo staring and it leads to some talk, some magic, and a little bit of fun.

-Again, BEAUTIFUL dynamic between the two, lots of angsty tenderness, and lovely body imagery.

Different shapes by @sirdust

“Before the exorcist, he taketh the image and shape of a man.”

Blitz catches a glimpse of Stolas’ human form.

-okay, practically a direct opposite of the previous fic, but SO GOOD, I can't describe it. Love the imagery and their comfortable relationship.

A helluva mess by @stratumgermanitivum

It’s not like Stolas isn’t a hot piece of ass, because he is.

And it’s not like Blitzo’s blind or anything, because he isn’t.

It’s just that there’s pleasure, and then there’s business, and never the twain shall meet. (Unless he finally gets Moxx on board with that threeway, in which case, Blitzo fully intends to christen every damn surface of the office except his precious Loony’s desk.)

-AMAZING, love the pining and denial on both sides it's so great especially since you can tell both sides know that they've messed up. Again, LAST LINE!!

Eat the whole cake (it's what you deserve) by @okoyik

"His Highness is on the phone for you, sir," Moxxie says.

Blitzo makes a face. "Who?"

"Stolas," Moxxie supplies, as if that's supposed to help Blitzo understand. His expression is surely one of complete confusion as he stares at the other imp.

"Who the fuck is Stolas?" Blitzo asks slowly, racking his brain for a face to put to the name.

-

Blitzo's memory starts to slip, and all he knows is he needs that owl that seems to haunt his nightmares to stay away.

-HELLO it's only on one out of four chapters for now but it's already SO GOOD I can't WAIT for the rest!!!

Stand tall, but your hands are shaking by @remymorton

It’s been a month since the Harvest Moon festival. Another full moon night arrived, and after that... Blitz ... He's not well.

-wordless cute comfort, truly very sweet, I love it.

Palaces and souvenirs by @cloudysonder

So Stolas is objectively. Objectively. Attractive. Kinda soft-looking, sometimes. Pretty. Whatever. Fuckin’ whatever. That’s always been a thing. Blitzo knew that, Stolas definitely knew that-- whatever.

"This is not," Blitzo thinks, sounding a little bit desperate even to himself, "some sort of revelation."

His flicks of the lighter get a little more unstable, a little more frustrated.

A clawed hand reaches over and takes hold of the lighter, lighting Blitzo’s cigarette with practiced ease, as if he’d done the same thing a thousand times before (He has, Blitzo realizes).

“Silly Blitzy,” he giggles quietly, giving Blitzo a soft pat on the head before curling up beside him, stretching one last time before closing his eyes to sleep.

Blitzo feels warm.

"This," Blitzo tells himself, and it sounds like a command, "will not be a problem."

-I saw the start of this fic on Twitter and have been following it religiously ever since. It's really a gorgeous fic, three chapters up, with the promise of a Great slow burn, fun dialogue and Octavia & Blitz bonding. The level of denial Blitz is in even as he moves comfortably around every aspect of Stolas' life cracks me tf up.

Can't by @hazbincalifornia

Blitzo realizes he feels something something that he doesn't want to feel. This was supposed to be simple.

-feelings realization fic, wonderful, amazing, lovely, also the exact same way I realized I was gay, funnily enough (girl fell asleep in my lap and I was like oh. Oh fuck.)

Too late to stop by @malkaviancake

Stolas spends some time with his thoughts, realizing that his feelings for Blitzo aren't as one sided as he presumed.

-GORGEOUS vocab, I'm truly very obsessed with it. Like most of these stories, LAST LINE!!!!

Itchy with want, thin on sleep by me

It happens in parts- both falling in love and having his eyes opened.

-I will,, finish this one day, but for now here's a few in between moments before they have The Conversation.

Heaven in hiding by me

Their nights together are good, they always are, both of their tastes lining up to be shockingly compatible, but on the days where they end early and they get to spend some extra time cleaning up in comfortable silence or playful banter- and Blitz would rather take a bullet than admit this out loud- but those nights are pretty great too.

-AFTERCARE FIC, I had to write an aftercare fic ft. Good dom Blitz, Stolas taking care of him in return and a comfortable relationship that they both know is going to cause Problems in the future :)

Love in the bones and sinews of this curse by me

Five times Stolas and Blitz needed the grimoire to break a curse + one time they didn't.

-self explanatory. I tried to make it as funny as possible, everyone bickers a lot and Blitz brings Stolas flowers and gifts, what more could you need?

Life is a curse (love makes it worse) by me

"Alright!" Blitz says, clapping his hands together, "Weapons out, and-"

Half pull out some gun or the other, but half just look at him blankly. Blitz wishes for death.

"Save me from this family," He mutters under his breath, "Okay. Take these then." He passes out the few weapons he'd brought along with him and doesn't ask if they know how to use them because if he hears a no, he's giving up and going back home. "Stick close and talk loudly so the others can hear us. Let's go."

They move out, Blitz taking the lead and the rest forming a circle close behind him, starting up a loud conversation about the neighbour's garden. It gives him enough time to wonder exactly what the fuck he's doing here, in a nightmare world with a bunch of pretentious snobs, searching for his stupid Ars Goetia boyfriend, instead of sleeping in his nice lumpy bed back at home.

-a sequel to the previous fic!!! I had to write some Octavia and Blitz bonding, and accidentally added in a bunch of teenage imps who work for Stolas who imprint on Blitz immediately. And there's Eldritch Stolas, protective boyfriends and found family!!! The whole shebang!!!

This ended up being Much longer than I'd expected, but genuinely every fic up there is really good, go check em out!!!!

[theyanderespecialist]

Stripper Dear 3 (Mini Series) Valentino X Marie OC X Stolas

[Back with another part of stripper dear and this one will now have stolas in it for reasons we hope you all enjoy this chapter!] [This Has Turned More Into A Mini series Now so.) 

(Marie pov)

I managed to get out from Vals arms as I wince. My body was in so much pain, and I could see some of the bruises. I wouldn't mind if it was because we agreed to rough sex, but he never did say it would be that rough and it was because he got angry. I stepped into the shower washing myself and washing everything I could out of me just for comfort and cleanliness sake before walking out. The entire time I questioned my decision on moving in, on even working for that overgrown moth. I walked into the club to grab my purse when I see a familiar face looking around as I walk over.

"Hey Stolas." I said as he turned around perking up. "Oh there you are, I was looking for you, say, look at this." He said pulling out his phone as I smiled.

Every time he came here he'd show me and anyone else who'd look pictures of him and his daughter, although most of the time she was on her phone, or looked like it was a chore, you could tell she was smiling slightly.

"Oh that's very cute Stolas, did she get a new Hair cut?"

"Yes she di--" he stopped as I looked confused as I noticed his eyes were on my shoulder as my jacket was slipping off my arm showing the bruises as I quickly grab the sleeve and pull it up.

"Don't worry Stolas it's nothing." I said, not wanting him to ask questions

"It is clearly something." he says and takes my hand and looks at the bruise. "These are not love bites." He notes. "These are from someone using far to much force on you."

I tried to pull back a bit when he tried to look as he stopped.

"What happened?"

"..."

"..I'd like to rent a room for the day." He said suddenly.

"Your money man." The bartender said as he took me dragging me to the Vip rooms.

"We will sit here for as long as it takes." I stayed quiet for five minutes before realizing he was serious.

"Just... Val ...convinced me to have sex.. at first I did it b-because I didn't want to lose my job, then he was nice and kind but the second time.. he grabbed me in anger so hard it felt l-like he'd break a bone.."

He took my hands in his. "I am sorry my dear. That should have never happen. You deserve someone who would never hurt especially out of anger." He speaks softly

I looked down as I tried not to cry as he placed a hand on me as I grabbed him, holding him close. He always was a loyal and kind customer.

"What happened to make him so angry?"

".....I-It..I-I.."

"it's okay you don't have to--"

"I-I thought of you...and said it aloud without knowing.."

He blushed at that but smiled. "It is okay to think of someone else. May you tell me what you were thinking?" He asks and I blush darkly.

I shook my head, unable to even speak. There's no way. I'm not saying what I thought. "Oh come on do share."

"...I-I just.. felt you'd be ..better you're much kinder... a-and you wouldn't hold my job over my head.."

He smiled and cupped my cheeks then leaning down and kissing me. I blushed darkly as I let out a soft moan into the kiss as I wanted to kiss back but I was worried..then again he was so soft with it, stroking my face. It was so soft and loving in comparison to Val when he first kissed me.

I quickly wrap my arms around him kissing him back

He laid back with me on top of him and he smiles up at me. "Take as much as control as you need my love." He says and that sent excitement into me.

I looked at him shocked and excited as I bit my lip. "You mean it?" I asked as he looked at me.

(Well he may be a power bottom but he's still a bottom XD

(XD Yup)

"I mean it with all my heart." He tells me and I straddle his chest and then lean down to his neck biting and sucking gently. I felt so empowered.

It was nice..I never had any control., I didn't choose who I stripped for, the clothes I wore, I didn't really even get a choice to move in with Val, and here he is giving me control. I hear him let out soft sighs (I can't imagine feathers are something fun to suck on, but she don't care XD) I smile at him as my nails lightly run down his chest.

(we know Marie gonna tease this poor bird XD)

I then get off of him. "Get up and strip for me~" I order no one ever strip for me.

(XD and get a show out of it XD)

He looked at me shocked as i briefly worried he wasn't into it as I went to say he didn't have to before seeing his shock turn to one of happiness as sat me down as I felt happy once more as I watch him slowly stripping his clothes as I watch blushing but still sat tall as I lick my lip.

He smirked and rolled his hips to the music and soon her was stripped and I was in awe. I watch him as he slowly leans down to me and starts giving me a lap dance.

I blush but smirk at him. Sure it was a little awkward due to the..pretty massive height difference, but it didn't change anything, maybe actually make me feel more in control, as I grab him as he blushed but also smirked. I then pin him down and straddle his naked body and grind myself on him teasingly.

He let out a goran as I smirked at him. "Do you want to put it in~?" I asked smirking at him as he groaned nodding. "I don't know..I ran out of my birth control.. I didn't have to worry with Val, he can't have kids, but you, well you can~" I tease rubbing him between my lips. (Oh poor stolas)

"Please mistress~!" He begs arching into me before pulling back

I smirk leaning down and kissing his beak. "And why should I~? Convince me~" I said as I stroked his face. I was enjoying this power, but I didn't want to be mean, of course I'd let him put it in, he does want to.

He starts to kiss down my body than lifted me to be on his face and began to eat me out like a good sub. I moaned loudly as it obviously was full of need, but it was also so loving with him stroking my thighs as I let out a moan.

"G-Good boy~ y-You make me cum and you c-can put it in and take control~" I moan.

He lap even more focusing on my clit and I knew I would not last long

I grip his feathers as I tense suddenly as I came as I moaned, rubbing myself into his face to ride it out.

(he's talented with his mouth XD)

(XD Yes he is XD)

I get off of him and he smiles. "My turn~" He says and then spread my legs wide and Lined himself up with oh my he was even bigger than Val.

I felt a little afraid but we did make a deal, and he was so sweet to let me take control, so I had no issue with this. I give him a small nervous smile as he looked at me.

"oh, before we start, here this may help." he said as he took his cape, folding it up and helping to place it under me to elevate my hips slightly.

(I mean, that's his inner parent just like "Okay we don't want you hurt, we want you comfortable" XD)

(Stolas pov)

(He is a sweetie XD)

I smiled at her getting her comfortable and then slowly start to inch inside her. She moaned and arched into me. Gripping my hand gently. I smile and soon am fully seated inside of her. She catches her breath clenching around me. I held her hand in mine, lifting it to my lips. I didn't mind waiting for her to get used to me before I continued as my other hand pulled off her jacket, her shirt and her bra as I trace the bruises as she flinched as I frown.

I will kill him for hurting her like this. I will indeed. I loved her for so long I cannot stand by and let her be hurt like this.

"Please stolas...~" She moans. "Make love to me~"

I stopped at that as I then smirk as I kissed her, slowly pulling out to make sure she was in fact comfortable with me moving as she let out a bit of a shaky breath but relaxed as she moaned. "I-I was right~ Y-You f-feel so m-much better..daddy~"

I smile. "Always for you baby girl~ Get ready I am going to make you mine~" I tell her and thrust back in and she meets my thrust and cries out in pure pleasure.

She gripped onto me, her nails digging into me before she let go. "S-Sorry, I-I didn't mean to hurt you i-it just felt so good."

"It is okay, you did it out of pleasure not anger. I am okay with it my dear sweet Marie~" I tell her and she nods clings to me again and I moan picking up my pace and she cries out wrapping her legs around me pulling me even deeper. I grip onto her as I kiss her forehead as I could feel her walls clenching around me as I never felt so good~ I will admit, having sex in a strip club private room was not what I thought when I thought our first time..but I wasn't complaining~ (oh god here we go

"oh you sexy little thing clenching daddy so hard~ Such a good girl feeding daddy your sweet pussy~" He says. "Just what I needed will you let me feed your pussy it's milk~"

(Oh god why..why is that something he'd say XD)

(XD Because it is XD)

(like he would say that XD)

(XD Yes he would XD)

She moaned clenching onto me. "Y-yes~! F-Fill my pussy please~!" She begged clenching onto me. "P-Pour it a-all in daddy~" she moaned out

I smirked and we made love kissing and fucking and when I get right to the edge she cums hard forcing me to cum as well as she screams out my name in ecstasy. We collpase and I kiss her then hear the door bang open and a demonic voice.

"SToLaS!!!"

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS end on a cliff hanger. We hope you all enjoyed and stay sexy our friends!] 

[musekicker]

Run away Blitz! au drabble, honestly what would be the beginning.

Warnings for abuse and noncon mentions.

Blitz was a mess tonight and he knew it.

The guards that saw him dash to the garden knew it too. They at least had the decency to not say anything to him. There was no reason to ask where he was going, knowing full well where Blitz was heading.

For the few wings of the palace that Blitz was allowed to wander, the one close to the garden was the most occupied by Blitz when he was out of his room. Yes, it was a place Stolas was known to frequent but he also knew it well enough to find places to hide if he really needed to.

He also knew the garden well enough that he knew what plants were safe and which to avoid. Mistakes could still happen in the dark. But tonight Blitz was not sure that he cared. Would it really be so bad if the blood drinking tree got ahold of him? It felt like a better fate then his reality now.

The reality he honestly had been stuck in for years now. And with that reality shoved in his face every day he still made a mistake.

He shouldn't had told Stolas no.

That had been the biggest mistake he had made in a long time. One would think that after all this time that he would really know better. Blitz had simply felt so tired tonight, he hadn't wanted to do anything. Especially not with Stolas. Stolas had other plans though that became worse when Blitz had told Stolas he wasn't in the mood.

Blitz had paid for it. Stolas had showed no mercy to him that night. Marks and bruises were unwelcomed decorations on his arms and back. And everything hurt.

He thought of the events that had unfolded only minutes ago and it brought up a flood of pent up rage.

Blitz pulled at the decorative jewelry chains on his arms and dashed them to the ground, as if he could get any sort of satisfaction from that action. He knew he would just end up picking them up again before he left. If only because he would be asked about them later if he left them out here.

He would love to start ripping up plant life at this point. If he didn't suspect most of the plants could fight back and that he would be hurt even worse then he was now for it, he would have.

The jewelry still on the ground, he sat beneath the tree., the sheer fabric of his shirt barely any protection against the rough bark. Blitz vaguely remembered the tree was called a hearts blood tree. Weirdly not the blood drinking tree despite the name.

It was almost funny.

Only now the anger was draining and turning to despair. The type that dragged out tears even despite the fact Blitz thought he had run out of tears long ago. It had only taken only terrible night to put him right back to how he felt at the beginning of his time here since he was given to Stolas as a gift.

It was about a hour before Blitz finally was able to calm himself down enough to not be openly weeping in front of the guards.

Like fuck he would show more weakness to them tonight. With his head held higher and his eyes dryer he walked back towards his room. Not that he thought for a second he was fooling the guards that he was feeling as calm as he looked in that moment.

But then, maybe he was giving the guards too much credit in the idea they would care.

Whatever, he was going to his room to sleep.

Blitz arrived back to his room. His gilded cage.

Those who did not know better would probably call Blitz lucky if they saw the room. Spacious and comfortable. Access to his own fridge of snacks and drinks, and a grand bed that was far too big for the imp really. He had seen those all as good points before he learned the price all these things came attached with.

Nothing could make what he had and for the foreseeable future gone through worth it.

Blitz opened the door to his room, only moments late to freeze at a sound.

Someone else was in the room.

At first Blitz was afraid Stolas had returned to his room and was waiting for him. And probably upset that Blitz had made him wait. But thinking on it quickly, it didn't feel like this was the case. Despite being a owl type of demon, Stolas was not known for that sitting in the dark Still it took courage to flip on the lights. 

That was when he saw the intruder.

Another imp, this one a paler color then Blitz was. He looked like he may come from Wrath ring given the way he dressed.

They already had their hands on a number of very gaudy but worth a lot jewelry. All of it Blitz would be glad to see go. 

The imp was robbing the place by the looks of it. He even had a sack to carry the stolen goods. The strange imp that had been startled when the lights turned on and then realized that he was not alone was quickly recovering from that shock. Now was the stage of trying to figure out what he was going to do in this situation.

The two stared at each other a long, drawn out moment.

Then Blitz opened his mouth. Striker expected it to be a shout for the guards. Instead the imp spoke calmly, and in a low voice.

"If you want the good shit I can show you where it it." Blitz said.

Striker did not expect that reply. He had thought that for sure his next move would involve himself making a dash for the window he came in through and that Blitz would be yelling for security.

"What?" Striker said.

Blitz leaned against the dresser.

"Oh what, you thought I was going to call for the guards?" Blitz asked.

"Honestly, yes." Striker said.

"Hah, as if I give a shit if some rich jerks stuff." Blitz said.

Striker took in Blitz's outfit and jewelry a moment. Then he took in the sight of the bruises and marks on Blitz's arms.

He was starting to piece together what was happening here. 

"I think I see." Striker said finally. "In which case, yeah, show me where the good shit is." 

"One condition." Blitz said.

"What condition would that be?" Striker asked.

Blitz knew that he was about to take a step that was sure to cause a stir in the castle. But he no longer cared. He needed out. And tonight he would get that.

"I want you to take me with you." Blitz said.

Striker honestly was not too shocked by the request. He had the look of a haunted imp before. His own reflection in the mirror once many years ago. And if he were back there now, he would had asked the very same thing.

And honestly the idea had it's upsides. It would be like stealing from the royal more. A ultimate fuck you to them.

The downside of course was of course if he got caught helping this imp. Higher ups were not good about letting go of their prizes.

But then, the imp also would call security in on him if he didn't agree to help him. 

After weighing all those thoughts Striker spoke.

"Well shit, I can't argue with that condition." Striker said.

Blitz grinned.

"Then let's start with some of Stolas's favorite expensive stuff." Blitz said.

[hunter-the-sad-skeleton]

So Helluva Boss Episode five dropped and I decided to write. May continue this, who knows. Enjoy!(Reblog if ya enjoyed reading this! :D)

“The Harvest Moon Festival,” Skip read from his phone. “Is a festival that takes place in the circle of Wrath every year to celebrate the harvest with Prince Stolas cursing the locals with the glow of the true Harvest Moon.” Skip hummed.

“It’s a lot more than that, hon!” Millie grinned. “I can’t wait to introduce ya to my folks! They’re gonna love ya!....Maybe!...We’ll see!” Millie smiled.

Skip grimaced, pulling his legs to his chest, tail thumping against his seat anxiously. “Dad, do I have to go…?” Skip asked Blitzø anxiously.

“Now, Skip, this’ll be a fun experience for ya! You need to get out more anyway! Maybe you’ll make some new friends here!” Blitzø smiled.

Skip sighed. “Maybe even someone more than a friend~!” Blitzø winked.

“DAD!!!” Skip squeaked, discomfort evident.

“Kidding, kidding!” He chuckled.

Millie grinned excitedly as a sign came into view. “Rough and tumbleweed ranch.”. Skip chuckled to himself at the pun.

Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. I mean, if they made a pun like that, maybe he’d get along well with them.

...It took him all of five minutes to not feel comfortable around them. He didn’t voice this fact, that would be rude, but the mention of “An Imp is only worth a dime if he can tear the head off a beast” made him feel uncomfortable.

“Guys, come on, lighten up!” Millie smiled shakily.

“I-I can go…” Skip said shakily.

“Wait!” Millie called, grabbing him by the shoulder.

“Ma, pa, meet Skip! He’s Blitzø’s adopted son!” Millie introduced.

“H-How d’ya do…?” Skip asked shakily.

“Hm. Doesn’t carry himself well.” Joe shrugged.

Skip internally cringed and curled into himself, internally screaming at himself to just run off, run away and never come back.

“I suppose y’all should meet our newest help.” Joe said. Skip tilted his head in confusion. “STRIKER!” He called, Skip jumping at the sudden volume increase.

Skip heard the sound of thundering hooves and...flames…? He immediately perked up, knowing what it was right off the bat. What he DIDN’T know, however, was the absolute SIZE of the beast.

He could only see up to around his belly without looking up. Then came a voice, Silky as high quality curtains and smooth as freshly melted butter.

“Howdy~!” He greeted.

Skip’s jaw hung loose as he took everything in.

“Is your, uh, friend okay?” Lyn asked.

“Hold on, I can check.” Millie said. “Skip? You alright, hon?” Millie asked.

The rider’s gaze drifted down to Skip. Skip now wished he could spin off into space, never to be seen again. He began nervously messing with his tail.

“Skip, huh? Nice name.” Striker smiled.

Skip processed everything for a moment, eventually snapping out of it. Oh Lucifer be merciful, he started accidentally infodumping about Hell Horses that he learned around when he was six-ish, since he took to teaching himself.

It took him about thirty minutes before he realized he was infodumping and he stopped, face heating up in embarrassment.

“Sorry, that was weird.” Skip coughed.

“Huh, never knew someone liked Hell Horses that much.” Striker chuckled.

Skip wringed his tail nervously. He internally screamed at himself. He’d embarrassed himself again, in front of everyone.

“I-I’ll go, uh...do...something away from here…” Skip trailed off, turning around.

“Shame, I was gonna see if ya wanted to pet him maybe.” Striker shrugged.

Skip’s heart skipped a beat. He’d embarrassed himself in front of everyone else, and yet he was being offered pets for a Hell Horse? “I-If you’re okay with it, s-sure!” Skip squeaked. Striker chuckled, gesturing for Skip to come closer.

Skip slowly walked over, freezing when he looked at him. “I...don’t think he likes me.” Skip gulped nervously.

“It’s fine, don’t worry.” Striker smiled.

“He looks like he wants to kill me.” Skip added.

“That means he likes ya!” Striker beamed. “He thinks you’re worth killing and hiding!” Striker joked.

Skip’s heart stopped. “Um...Good Horsey…?” Skip said, gently patting the tall animal.

Striker laughed. “That he is, Tiny!”

Skip slowly smiled. “He’s really soft…”

Skip’s tail slowly started swishing back and forth in happiness. “How did ya know all that about Hell Horses, Tiny?” Striker asked.

Skip froze, collecting himself quickly. “I had a, uh, Hell Horse G-I had a Hell Horse phase.” Skip corrected swiftly, smiling and hoping that Striker didn’t notice the slip-up.

Either he didn’t notice, or he did but just didn’t care. “Ah.” He nodded.

“Y’all should consider entering the pain games! It could be fun!” Lyn suggested. Skip perked up at the mention of games.

As they began to describe them, Skip lost interest and wandered off elsewhere.

(With Skip)

Skip wandered through the open fields, drifting off and spacing out and getting lost in his thoughts.

He thought over the events that had happened so far. He’d asked his dad if he could stay behind, but he ultimately got forced to go.

He embarrassed himself in front of everyone on multiple occasions.

But he met a Hell Horse, so that was good. He also met Striker. That was also good.

When Skip thought of Striker, he felt...Happy. He felt warm, fuzzy, happy, at peace, calm, almost in-he stopped himself. No. He wouldn’t let his dad be right. He refused. Even if Skip wanted to know what hugs from him felt like-no. Skip threw the thought away.

He wouldn’t.

He COULDN’T.

Love had hurt him so many times in the past, why would now be any different?

He eventually found a clearing and sat down, letting his thoughts settle.

He couldn’t let his dad be right...But why? Why was this such a bad thing?

Why did he let one bad experience dictate his view of such a widely celebrated thing?

Why did he find himself hating himself for allowing such good feelings into his heart?

Why did he not want this to be true? Why did he renounce such feelings? Why did he never want to be in a relationship ever again?

Why did he find himself so in lo-Why did he find himself so attached to Striker?

Why did he want to spend more time with Striker? Why did he want to know more about him?

Was it the Hell Horse? The thrill of finding someone else with his same interests? The potential for a new start?

The chance to find a Millie to his Moxxie? The chance to, Lucifer forbid, finally fall for someone in such a way that he would bare his soul to another party?

The fact that, despite having just met him, Skip would enjoy spending more time with Striker?

He had been so spaced out that he didn’t hear hoofsteps coming his way. “Got ‘nough room for one more?” Striker asked.

Skip nodded, still slightly spaced out.

Striker climbed down from his mount, sitting next to Skip. “Ya know, I didn’t find ya weird back there.” He sighed.

Skip snapped out of it as he realized who had sat next to him and his face heated up.

“Y’alright, Tiny?” Striker asked, half smiling at the smaller imp.

“Fi-ye-yeah, fine!” Skip chuckled shyly, wringing his tail again. “Um, uh….sorry for, uh, running away back there…” Skip apologized.

Striker scoffed, shrugging it off. “Your dad said ya have anxiety, so I don’t hold it against ya.” Striker shrugged.

Skip shuffled his feet nervously. “Still sorry, I, uh, unloaded a lot…” Skip stammered. As Skip spiralled, Striker rolled his eyes, giving the smaller imp a quick peck on the cheek, shutting him up immediately.

“Stop apologizing so dang much.” Striker smirked.

Skip’s face was now a bright crimson red and his brain was now basically tv static. Was this...what it was supposed to feel like?

Striker chuckled, leaning back. “You’re a great guy to be around, ya know?” He complimented.

Skip was now pure crimson and trying to hide in his hoodie. Lucifer, please come riding in a flying chariot pulled by flying pigs wearing togas made from clouds and take him away from this night-no, he couldn’t call it a nightmare. He...Enjoyed it.

“Thank you…~” Skip mumbled.

Striker put an arm across Skip’s shoulders. “Ain’t nothing, Tiny.” He smirked.

Skip stumbled for words, still caught off guard by the sign of affection from the farmhand. It was too good to be true. It HAD TO BE TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE.

His dad COULDN’T be right.

“Got anything ya wanna tell me, Tiny?” Striker asked, almost as if he could read Skip’s mind.

Skip stammered, struggling to find words to say. Skip’s heart froze as he was pulled closer to Striker. “I’m all ears, Pumpkin~” He hummed softly.

Skip struggled to find words, but was shut up as he was given another quick peck on the cheek. “You’re so easy to read, Tiny~!” Striker hummed.

“I...You...Uh….” Skip stammered.

“Sure ya don’t have anything to tell me, Tiny~?” Striker repeated.

“I….I just don’t wanna get hurt again.” Skip said nervously, breaking eye contact.

Striker hummed, tilting Skip’s chin up and making eye contact. “Come now, Tiny~! Would I ever hurtcha~?” Striker asked innocently.

Skip’s mouth flapped open and shut multiple times. He couldn’t think of any words. “I…” Skip trailed off.

Striker pulled the tiny imp into his lap, putting his head on top of Skip’s. Skip’s tail swished happily. “Called it.” Striker smiled.

“Huh?” Skip asked.

Striker smirked, rubbing Skip’s horns, earning a contented sigh from the smaller Imp. “You’re in love, huh?” Striker hummed.

“N-No!” Skip protested.

“Then why’s your face so red, Tiny~?” He hummed, sending chills down Skip’s spine.

“I...Um…” Skip stuttered.

Striker rubbed Skip on the back. “It’s okay to love people after a bad experience, ya know.”

Skip shook his head. “No. That’d mean Dad was right.” Skip objected.

Striker chuckled, Skip internally swooning at the sweet-as-honey sound. “Is that all that’s holdin’ ya back, Tiny~?”

Skip struggled to find words to say. He didn’t have to. Skip was stunned into silence as he was pulled into a kiss.

He was shocked at first, but relaxed after a few seconds.

Eventually, the two separated. “Like I said; easy~” Striker hummed. He eventually stood up, Skip following suit. “Come on, your dad’s probably worried sick.” Striker said.

Skip gulped nervously. “I-I….Don’t know how to get back...I kinda spaced out…” Skip winced.

Striker quirked an eyebrow, grabbing Skip by the sides and lifting him up.

“Huh?!” Skip squeaked in confusion.

“I’m takin’ ya with me.” Striker said, hopping on Bombproof with Skip.

“Just stay calm and you’ll be fine.” Striker instructed. Skip nodded. “Also, hold on.” Striker said.

“Wait, what-” Skip started, getting interrupted as Bombproof burst into a run, Skip barely holding on.

(With Blitzø and the others.)

“Has anyone seen Skip come back yet? I’m kinda worried about him.” Blitzø paced nervously.

“Don’t worry about it, Boss, I’m sure Skip is fine!” Millie assured.

The group’s attention was grabbed by thundering hoofsteps approaching them.

Striker came thundering into view riding Bombproof, Skip holding on tightly.

“Ya know how to halt a Hell Horse, Tiny?” Striker asked.

“Y-Yeah, kinda, but-” Skip started.

“Great! Time to test that knowledge!” Striker said, hopping off, leaving Skip in control.

Skip shrieked, quickly taking the reigns, struggling to stay on the Hell Horse, bouncing up and down at the speed he was going at.

“S-Slow down! Please!” Skip stammered.

“YOU’VE GOT THIS HONEY, JUST LIKE YOUR DADDY TAUGHT YA!!” Blitzø called happily.

“DAD!” Skip called, face heating up in embarrassment.

Skip eventually stopped Bombproof, falling off and landing on the ground. “I’ve never seen someone stop him like that. Nice job.” Striker winked.

Skip smiled shakily. Blitzø rushed over, picking up Skip in a hug and spinning around happily. “Ya did it! I’m so proud of you!” Blitzø grinned widely.

“Dad…?” Skip asked.

“Yeah?” Blitzø asked, smiling widely.

“How do you feel about me having a small crush on someone?”

“I’m sorry.” Blitzø started.

“WHAT?!?”

[angel-dust-addict]

Angel had been expecting that they would let him have a little time alone to get his head back on straight. He had most certainly not been expecting them to make such a fuss about it. He flinched very slightly when Stolas touched him, feeling tears welling in his eyes. Despite his tension with being touched, he didn't look up. He couldn't. He couldn't handle that. Whatever their expressions were watching him like this, he couldn't handle it.

"Ya don't gotta do that," Angel protested softly when Stolas mentioned taking care of his injuries. "I'm fine. Just need ta sleep it off. Ya don't gotta botha' wit' all that."

Still, he allowed himself to be led. The room, when they reached it, was overwhelming. It was beautiful and far more lavish than anything Angel might have expected. It did help hearing that Blitz had his own room, too, but that was still different. Blitz and Stolas were together. It made sense. Angel was just a stranger intruding on their lives. He felt the first few tears roll down the tracks already matted into his fur.

He sat where Stolas told him to, completely overwhelmed by their continued presence, to say nothing of all the things they were pointing out to him. It was too much to take in right now. He was already crying silently, tears rolling down his cheeks without so much as a hitch to his breathing. He set the bag on the floor and shifted Nuggets in his arms. Holding the little pig against his chest, he stroked a gentle hand over the creature's back in a way that suggested it was more intended to calm himself than Fat Nuggets.

"I... Ya really don't gotta do that," he insisted again when Stolas mentioned taking care of his injuries. "Ya didn't hafta do any'a this. I don't... I can't..."

He buried his face in two of his hands, very clearly overwhelmed. Nuggets squirmed in his arms with a little grunt until he could lift his head and lick under Angel's chin. The spider responded by going back to petting the little boar, but he was visibly shaking. This was all too much. Far too much. And on top of that, he felt like complete shit. He knew what coming down off of ecstacy was like. He didn't quite understand all the fancy brain chemistry, but he knew that was the issue where the drug was concerned. A deficit of something or other. But this felt even worse. It was always like this after a shoot. There was the withdrawl from the MDMA, sure, but he felt worse than just that. It was like being gutted. He just felt so frayed and overwrought. So close to falling apart.

He couldn't even think right now. He just needed to be alone. At the moment, he was entirely useless. He just needed a minute to breathe. He couldn't get himself back together - couldn't shove everything down and steel himself like he needed to - with Stolas and Blitz fussing over him. Quietly, sounding a bit overwhelmed and miserable, he told them, "You don't gotta do all'a this. I'll be fine, promise. I just need a couple'a hours an' I'll be right as rain. I can deal wit' my wrists then. 'M just... I just need ta take a minute. I'll be back out in a little while so we can plan. Please. I just... I appreciate all'a this, but I... I just need a li'l bit."

He didn't want them to think him ungrateful, but he could not handle this right now. He couldn't. Nuggets oinked quietly and licked under Angel's chin again, trying to be a comfort. Usually, the pig was Angel's main source of comfort when he felt like this. As such, he wrapped all four arms around the little creature and hugged him tightly against his chest, shushing him gently as though it was Nuggets who was so clearly upset rather than himself. Once again, he closed his primary eyes, curling in on himself around Nuggets.

When he spoke again, it was without opening his eyes and sounded almost like a plea. "Just a couple'a hours. I just... I can't right now. Please, I'll be good for ya. I'll get my head back on right an' I'll be good. I'll help ya plan an' whateva'. But I... I can't right now."

He needed time. He needed time and they didn't seem to be going anywhere. He was very much hoping he was wrong about why. But if he wasn't, he'd deal with it. He'd hate it, but he'd deal with it.

Getting a glimpse at Angel upon his return was..... shocking.....

Blitz and Stolas had both tried to prepare themselves for the inevitable rough state that Angel would be in, but neither of them had been able to anticipate this

There was just something about seeing it in person, more than the bruises and the wounds, seeing how emotionally.... butchered.... Angel seemed to be......

It was hard to process, even harder to verbalize

Stolas managed to jar himself out of it first, stepping closer with his hands out, palms up, like he was trying to approach a feral cat

"Oh sweetheart, don't worry about that, we figured you would need time," he promised softly, wich seemed to snap Blitz out of it too as he hurried to Angel's side as well

"Yeah, it's not like we were expecting you to march in here bright eyed and bushy tailed ready for a war meeting, we can do that shit tommorrow," he added with a nod as Stolas reached out to very, very gently lay a hand on Angel's shoulder, trying to be wary of any wounds and moreso of potentially triggering his freind

"I have a room for you darling, let's get you there so you can lay down and I'll get some bandages and other things to take care of these wounds ok?"

Blitz felt the urge to help, to touch, but he knew that was likely a bad idea, especially with the height difference, there was no convenient way for him to touch Angel that wasn't going to potentially come off as sexual, or at the very least startling, so he reluctantly hung back a step, as though guarding the spider as they walked

Worst of all though, from Blitz's angle, he could see all the little details of damage so much more clearly than Stolas currently could, all of the handprints and matted fur.... it was making his stomach churn, but he was pretty good at holding himself together and not making a scene of things

...Most of the time....

"I hope you like the room darling, I made it up just for you, I mean... this place is full of unused guest rooms so I just thought... if you're going to stay for some time that you may as well have one to yourself,"

"I've got my own too, don't really use it anymore though," Blitz added in as they arrived at the door

With a flick of his wrist, the door was opening and Stolas was gently guiding Angel inside, revealing an absolutely beautifull room, with fake stars and constellations glittering from the ceiling as the only source of light, providing just enough to give the room a soft, warm glow and allow them to see where they were going, but not so much light that it might bother anyone or keep them awake

The bed was made up of soft, furry pink bedding, several bottles of water already in place on the nightstand in front of a little tabletop carousel, wich was already on, playing a quiet piano tune

"I picked out the carousel, it's got twelve horses and I've named all of them," Blitz pointed out helpfully as Stolas guided Angel to the bed

"Yes, he's very proud of that," the owl added in what sounded like a cross between humor and disbeleif

"Sit here sweetheart, there are more blankets in the closet there if you need any, let me get you something a little more manageable to lay on until we've gotten those wounds taken care of," he offered, immediately dashing to the closet across from them and sliding the door open

"Extra blankets" was putting it mildly, there was a big stack of them on the top shelf, and there were a few fluffy, comfy looking robes and sets of pajamas and sweats hanging in the closet too, suspiciously adjusted to accomodate Angel's extra arms

"There's a private bathroom for you through that door," Blitz added, jerking his thumb to the opposite side

"You've got your own bath and shower, everything's fully stocked and somebody over here has like three different flavored shampoos- flavored? Scented? whatever- 'cause we don't know what ya' like- he thinks strawberry, I think you're more of a pomegranate kinda guy, we've got a coconut and vanilla in there too as a neutral middle ground- and the bath has a jacuzzi setting, also, check out the fuckin' lights,"

Sprinting over to the bathroom door, he swung it open, revealing a large tank of- what he hoped to be- fake jellyfish in various soft neon colors sitting atop the counter, casting a soft, almost dreamlike light around the bathroom that provided the same comforting but practical air as the stars did in the bedroom

"This thing is kinda just always on? So if you need to get up in the middle of the night, no worries about trying to turn a light on or anything, the jellyfish've got ya' covered,"

"And if you need anything at all, please just tell us," Stolas added softly as he returned to the bedside with a much less fancy, but still comfortable looking black blanket, spreading it out on top of the fur comforter

"We're here to help you sweetheart, Blitz will stay with you wile I get the bandages, ok? I'll bring some herbal remedies for the pain too, I have quite a few methodologies for easing your discomfort,"

[cyrelia-j]

[ficlet] #10 Mad (Jack and Miles)

Continuing 30 Days of Jack. Had a bit of unusual inspiration on this one and I’m not sure how I feel about it but here goes. this one’s a little long but I couldn’t think of any satisfactory way to cut it down. (Made a few edits later this evening thanks to some suggestions!)

All of these are under the tag “30 days of jack”

Series note: These start out Jack/Sarina moving to Jack/Julian (as you can see lol). These aren’t always being posted in chronological order. For now the timeline is as follows: 1, 2, 7, 4, 8, 3, 5, 10, 9, 6, bonus #a

Warnings: none really except the usual Jack stream of consciousness

           “Did Bashir tell you to wear that hm?” Jack is holding the racquet tightly to his chest, clutching it hard so that he doesn’t keep trying to bit his thumb. He made a list of everything that he needs to change, all the things that stand out and that’s one of them. The second one is the tics in his voice that Bashir says don’t matter unless they’re bothering him except… except he knows they’re Wrong so he needs to correct them. He prays he doesn’t break the racquet because he can already tell that Miles O’Brien doesn’t like him and that’s another strike against him when he knows that this is his last chance and that if no one likes him he isn’t getting any more.

             That was… the Wrong thing to say, that engineer’s face screwing up unpleasantly. Jack had to ask because Bashir told him explicitly that there was a uniform for this except the uniform was tight and bright and Jack took one look at it and couldn’t wear it. He doesn’t feel comfortable in these clothes either, but at least they’re loose and warm. Miles is wearing the same thing and maybe Bashir was setting this up to make fun of him because Jack didn’t want to wear The Outfit? Alright that... doesn't seem to be the case.

             This was a bad idea. This entire match invitation was a bad idea and Jack doesn’t actually know why he’s here and it makes no sense. Jack is going  going to win. He already said that at dinner (Bashir made sure to tell him how Inappropriate that was) so why would O’Brien want to do this if he’s going to lose- if he’s going to be humiliated? Jack doesn’t want to humiliate him when he’s trying to get people to like him but- “You think you’re better than me?” was what was said when the subject had come up -silence to that from the Trill - and there was that Look from Bashir that he’d said the Wrong thing when he’d agreed, looking amongst all of them not sure why they were all looking at him like he was... not right.

             Quantifiably yes! Jack… couldn’t lie, could he? Was he supposed to lie? Was that the trap? Why would they want him to lie? I must not tell lies... It was the difference in tensile strength, muscle composition, bone density, neural pathways, processing, numbers, it was mathematics! It was the correct answer and he didn’t understand why three would be upset at being told it had a lower numerical value than five! Three wasn't a bad number, it was a perfectly serviceable number but it wasn't five!

             But here they are and here O’Brien is explaining the rules and Jack is nodding along yes, rules, structure. He’s practice swinging, trying to get a feel for it hop up, down, turn, pivot, crouch, energy, burning energy and the freedom of motion is nice and he can do this all day but he still doesn’t understand why they’re playing this, and why O’Brien even wants to play if he can’t even beat Bashir when Bashir is holding back?! “Pride goeth before destruction…” That’s Jack's old man, that’s Stolas, the crowned demon owl with his precious stones quoting scriptures like the devil.

             “Are you okay?” Jack hears O'Brien asking. He's staring, he's fixated as patrick would say and then say that staring is rude but it's only because he'd turned and saw Bashir in the stands staring down like that old owl when he was waiting for Jack to do something Wrong. Why are you here? Why don't you trust me? Why do you think I'm going to hurt people?!

           “Of course I’m okay,” Jack snaps immediately hearing Lauren’s voice in his head yelling “tone”. He glances quick at O’Brien checking his look, calculating right, that needs a “sorry”. “Sorry,” Jack chants by rote. There’s a sigh as O’Brien asks if he’s ready and is he supposed to say something and why won’t Bashir stop staring at him?! “Ready! Start, game, set, match.” Jack repeats snapping the racquet a few more times turning around, and he wonders if this is another Test.

 He wins.

 Over and over and it’s as easy as he expected and feels as terrible as he expected except-

“Why are you playing like that?” Jack asks suddenly stopping, the ball going past him.

“Well I’m sorry, we can’t all be-”

“You should be winning,” Jack says looking over at him speculatively. “Each time, every time, hands down.” Now that Jack thinks about it, O’Brien should be winning against Bashir, too. Is he teasing him? No, not a teasing expressing. Then... O'Brien really doesn't understand why he should be winning. But it’s simple- to Jack it is. It’s consistency, it’s muscle memory, it’s an iron giant taking the same measured steps steps step swing that cannot be less when it’s trying to be more. It’s angles and mathematics and patterns and things that O’Brien should be able to easily take advantage of- should know even better than any of them. Jack is winning because he's faster, because he can react and turn more effectively but... it's the same every time. He doesn't get tired nearly as easily so the numbers are always the same, they can be predicted. Same with Bashir- he can feign incompetence but he can't feign a stamina drop off that doesn't exist. Whatever numbers he starts with, that's where he'll finish.

 Jack blinks a few times then smiles wide, dropping the racquet because he has the Solution to the Problem and people like solutions!

“What are you talking about?” O’Brien asks, and Jack is about to tell him when he looks up at Bashir. Jack's eyes narrow - of course Bashir is suspicious of everything he does!- but he still smiles. Beating Bashir, making O'Brien into his Liza Doolitle. This… this could be fun actually actually. Jack keeps grinning, biting his finger - alright, back to 0 seconds without biting it- arms crossed as he sways back and forth on the balls of his feet. It’s the Martians dead amongst the red weed yes! 

“Slain, after all man’s devices had failed by the humblest things,” Jack mumbles with a short laugh before grabbing O’Brien’s arm enthusiastically. He doesn't think about it. He doesn't remember to be Careful and he catches sight of a wince, the memory of so many dreams, so many nightmares of everything he touches crumbling beneath his fingers making him nauseous. Jack immediately lets go.

“Christ, gonna break my arm too?” he hears low from O'Brien under his breath, the “not meant to be heard” low, and Jack doesn’t realize what culmination of perceived slights that O'Brien is adding up but- “No one wants to be reminded they’re less, Jack.” that echo in his head is from Sarina, from the rare and radiant maiden who the angels named Lenore. Oh. Right... that... that "better" thing.

 This… this is beyond “sorry” then...

 Jack takes a deep breath and lifts his finger, not knowing how to explain what he means, wishing Lauren was here to talk for him because there are Things like this that get stuck in his throat, and he could ramble around the rock without ever speaking of the rock because he can’t... can't say those words because his ribcage is shrinking- No! That's not satisfactory! He can parse those indexed words perfectly ordered in his mind, and find the right ones. They're not his, never his not originally but if he's the one speaking them then... then as far as Jack is concerned they are.

“I am he who knew what it was to be evil…” Jack begins, staring hard at the sweatshirt oddly identical to his own, “was wayward, vain, greedy, shallow, sly, cowardly, malignant…” his voice is tight but steady as he speaks, swallowing, mouth dry, the racquet under his arm held tight as his hand starts to shake. “You… you can do it any time hmhm, any time you can... m-make a..." Jack touches his two fingers together quickly to demonstrate before anxiously starting to bite his the left, dammit Language Jack!. “Whenever you want to forgive me you can tap it hmhm or not I don’t care . Forget it! I don’t need anyone to-” Stop it there shuttup, shuttup Jack!

 Silence.

 This was a Bad idea, he thinks, about to drop his hand when he feels a little smack, to that digit, followed by a sigh, and a roll of eyes from O’Brien.

“...Swear between you and him yer both gonna drive me to an early grave,” O’Brien says before leaning in, a look to Bashir first, something there that Jack missed earlier but- “So," O'Brien asks as Bashir... gets up to leave? "Are you gonna show me how to beat Mr. Genetically Enhanced there or not?”