#i like stolas's daughter! i hope she and uh. what the fuck is her name. the dog. LUNA. i hope they become best friends

[my-thoughts-and-junk]

on the helluva boss season 1 finale and i swear to god if this ends in stolas getting his heart broken i will laugh

[effy-writes]

Addict (Blitz x Reader)

8: Harvest Moon Festival: Stimulants

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Your body rested on top of Blitz, you were able to hear his heart beat since your head was on his chest. With his free hand he played with your hair. Rubbing the scalp, twirling the strands of your hair.

"Was I too rough?" He said, bringing the cigarette to his mouth.

"I liked it, Blitzy~" Stolas chimed. 

"Not you, her."

"It was fine." You said with a sleepy tone due to Blitz giving you an half assed scalp massage.

The two of them talked about the arrangement and why Stolas had to move it early. You didn't mind doing it early, you're actually starting to enjoy these encounters.

Blitz was about to get up but you held on him tighter, not wanting him to leave.

Stolas continued, "The Harvest Moon is a very special occasion! It's been my annual duty to showcase it in the Ring of Wrath. It's celebrated by a very charming little festival with the locals."

"Wrath, huh? My employees are from there. I've never really been. I hear it's full of inbred chucklefucks."

"Oh! Why don't you all join me at the festival? I can guarantee you all..." Stolas got up and trailed his fingers along your naked back. "special access~"

"Look, I told you, we're not bodyguards. Okay? That was a one-time thing we did badly."

"I'm simply offering a work-free day of fun! I feel quite safe at the Harvest Festival. It's the same every year."

"Then why do you want us to go?" You mumbled, falling in and out of sleep.

"Because! I enjoy hanging out with you two."

"Well if you promise this isn't some fuck fest invite, it does sound like it could be a blast and a half. Plus, it's not like we can do jack shit without your book anyway." Blitz scoffed.

~~~

"Hey, hope I didn't wake ya, Mox! How would you and Mils like to visit the Wrath Ring for some harvest bullshit this year?" Blitz called Moxxie.

"We're already here, couldn't we just tell them in person?" You whispered, Blitz quickly hushed you.

"The Harvest Moon Festival?! Yee-fuckin'-haw!" Millie squealed.

"Well, Millie likes the idea. Wait... Where are you calling from?"

The two of you lost balance and fell on top of the couple.

"Y/n? I was expecting Blitz, but really? You joined in on the stalking?" Moxxie huffed.

"He begged me, sorry."

~~~

"Mama! Daddy!" Millie ran to hug her parents. The 3 talked for a bit before Millie grabbed Moxxie, "y'all remember my husband Moxxie?"

"Greetings, Lin! Joe! How have you been, uh, with all the... flaming twisters and stuff around here?" He nervously said.

Blitz turned his attention to you, "You know I barely saw your parents."

You stiffened, "Yeah, what a shame, nice people."

"I don't do compliments but you look pretty good in a cowgirl outfit.”

You snickered, "Thanks."

You looked back over at M&M and her parents, "Oh, crumbs. My bad! I am so sorry. I- I didn't mean to open that wound... sir." Moxxie said to Joe.

"Hey, watch it! I'm the "sir" here, bucko!" Blitz yelled.

"Oh yeah! Y'all haven't met my boss Blitz! This is Y/n!" Millie got closer to her dad, "I think they're dating. And his hellhound!"

"I'm not just his hellhound." Loona argued.

"Yeah, she's my daughter!" Blitz replied.

"Only on paper." She walked away.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet the sperm and egg factory that popped out this little gem of an assassin. You two raised a sturdy bitch!" Blitz greeted her parents.

"That we did! So... Blitz, is it? Heh heh. That's a fine name." Joe shook his hand.

You awkwardly stood there, turning your head and saw Loona sitting in the van. You opened up the drivers side and sat with her.

"How have you been?" You asked.

Loona shrugged, "It's been whatever. What are you and Blitz anyway?"

"What do you mean?"

"Dating? Friends with benefits? What is it?"

"I actually don't know. And sorta don't care."

There was some silence.

"I know we barely talk other than superficial shit, but why were you in rehab?"

You were lost for words, "Stimulants addiction."

"Just wondering." Loona continued to type on her phone.

You looked out the window and laughed, grabbing Loona’s attention, “Moxxie is wrestling a hog and is losing.”

The two of you got out and Loona hit record on her phone, “This is fucking beautiful.”

"Ow...my clavicle" Moxxie rubbed his neck and left the pin.

"Don't worry, little one... You never stood a chance." Striker said as he noticed you rewatching the video that Loona took. "I didn't meet you yet, what's your name, pretty thang." Striker smirked.

"Y/n."

"Names Striker." He winked and walked away with the dead hog over his shoulder. "Hey, boss man! You wanna help the men skin this thing for dinner?"

Blitz clapped, "Oh, I am always down to skin the manly meat with the manly men!"

~~~

Millie’s parents didn’t have any room for you and Blitz, so you had to sleep together. You offered to sleep on the couch or with Loona so he can have a bed to himself for once but Blitz didn’t want to leave you out of sight.

“You really think that I’m gonna get drugs? From where!”

“I don’t fucking know! You brought this on your own.” He crossed his arms.

“Blitz please get off of my ass for ONCE!”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP.” Loona yelled from across the hall.

You aggressively ran your fingers through your hair. “and you’re making it worse by keep reminding me i’m a fucking drug addict.”

Blitz sat on the bed and rested his elbows on his knees as he rubbed his temples. “Let’s just go to sleep. We gotta do this shit tomorrow.”

You paced back and forth as you bit your nails. Blitz looked up at you and noticed you were stressed or about to have a panic attack. He called out your name in a soft tone, “Come here.”

You shook your head as your breaths increased. The only thoughts running in your mind is that you don’t want Blitz to only see you as a drug addict and if that’s all he’s gonna see in the future. Blitz stood up and placed his hands on your shoulders to prevent you from pacing back and forth, “Lay down, okay? You’re freaking yourself out.”

Blitz took your hand into his and led you to the bed. He helped you lay underneath the covers as he made his way in as well. The moon shined through the country-looking-ass room and he could see your glossy eyes. Blitz gently caressed your face, “You need sleep. Do you want to be little spoon? I know how you like to be held.” He chuckled.

You deadpanned, “You just want my ass against your dick.”

“Maybe.”

“Ugh..fine.” You playfully rolled your eyes and smiled as you turned the other way. And you were right, you felt Blitz’s clothed dick against your ass.

~~~~

The next day everyone gathered for the Harvest Moon Festival.

Moxxie, Blitz, Striker, and you decided to join in on the game. Originally you weren't going to do it, but Striker gave you some "pick me ups" which is just adderal. Thank youuu, Striker.

Stolas walked onto the stage, "Greetings, tiny... Wrath Ring Imps! I hereby welcome you all to another year of celebrating the spoils of your labor that continue to feed the citizens of Hell! I'm happy to kick off the start of these games that will challenge the toughest Imps to show their skill in dominance. Good luck to you all! Especially those sexy little imps down there... Yoo-hoo! Blitzy! Y/n!"

"Ugh. Fuck me." Blitz cringed, but you on the other hand bursted out laughing.

The gun noise pierced the air and everyone sprinted. Moxxie kept getting trampled, Striker and Blitz was in the lead. You were so cracked out that you jumped over so many imps, stepped on their backs and jumped right in front of Blitz.

"Oh that fucker is definitely on drugs." He grunted.

"What? Your plaything? Jealous because she’s beatin' you?" Striker teased.

"Not jealous, disappointed."

Striker, Blitz, Moxxie and you teamed up for tug of war. The adderal was slowly leaving your body, including the strength and stamina, but luckily you made it past tug of war.

However, when wrestling came you lost to a very angry Blitz. "How the FUCK did you get stimulants?" He pinned your arms down. You kept kicking and thrashing, trying to get Blitz off.

"Can't believe you think I'm doing drugs again when I'm actually trying my hardest you dick." You spat.

Blitz got off and you aggressively walked away, "Fuck, Y/n, Im…FUCK!"

Without turning around you flipped him off. You're not mad at him, he's right, you did take drugs, but you can't help to be mad at everyone and everything. It's your fault, isn't it? Letting Striker talk to you, letting him talk about "natural" medicine, buying some from him. You could've stopped but you didn't.

Wally started speaking, "I say, I say, for the first year ever, we have a tie for winner of the Harvest Moon Pain Games!"

Stolas took his microphone, "The winners are... Striker, aaaaand my darling Blitzy!"

"Just say my name RIGHT! Fuckin' dick." Blitz and Striker made their way up onto the stage.

You sat down beside of Millie, resting your head in your hands.

"You okay, hun?" Millie rubbed your back.

"Yeah...just tired."

"I bet." She chuckled, "You were goin' hard!"

Millie expected you to laugh but sense that something is wrong because you two are always goofing off. She soften her look, "You can tell me anythin', you know that, right?"

You lifted up your head and gave Millie a reassuring smile, "I'm fine, Mills. Thank you."

Blitz arrived with a hotdog in his mouth, "Isn't this guy great? It's gonna be nice workin' with him."

"Working with him...? WHAT?!" Moxxie stammered.

"Yeaaaah! I asked him if he wants to join I.M.P."

"Mox, I think you've had enough, for now. Let's head back to the house and get you clean." Millie kissed his cheek.

Blitz looked over at you. You felt him staring at you but didn't acknowledge him.

~~~

"Where's M&M?" You asked Blitz, shutting the front door of Millie's parent's house.

"I don't know, go check upstairs."

As you made your way upstairs you got a hunch that something was wrong. You turned to your left and picked up a hiking stick that was hung up on the wall. Holding it like a baseball bat, Godamn, me and these stupid wooden rods.

You peaked in the rooms and saw Striker with a gun, pointing it out the window. Your eyes widened and placed your back against the wall, exhaling and peaked back in.

You walked in the room and as you was about to hit Striker he turned around and pointed his gun.

"Y/n? Why are you here." He smirked. "Coming to get more adderal?"

You gulped, feeling your body shake.

"Guess not." His finger was on the trigger. You jumped and swung the hiking stick but Striker caught it, swinging it to hit your face.

"Fuck!" You yelled, falling down on your side. Before you could react Striker put his foot on your chest. You flung your legs trying to fight back but he was much stronger than you.

"Bet you need drugs to make you stronger, right?" He mocked.

"How did you know that." You struggled to say.

"I overheard you and ‘Blitzy’ arguing like teen skanks last night. Why did you think I gave you adderal in the first place?"

“You gave them to me on purpose because you know that I was addict? You bitch!”

Striker cocked the gun and pointed it at you. You still thrashed around trying to get out of his grip before he shot you but the fatigued was hindering you. A click was heard from a different gun.

The two of you turned heads.

"Uh excuse me, but what the FUCK?"

"Blitz!" You felt relief.

"Blitz, nice to see you here."

"First you were going to off the only gateway we have to get to the living world AND off her? And I was going to let you join our business." He scoffed in disbelief.

Striker didn't move, his foot was still pinning you to the ground. "Why struggle to run a business that is rigged against you? When you could partner up with me and kill... the unkillable?"  Striker pressed harder onto you, resulting in you groaning due to the pressure.

Blitz clenched his teeth.

"You scared that I'm going to hurt her? You care about her don't you?"

You looked over at Blitz teary eyed.

"Did you know that she got stimulants from me?"

Blitz lowered his gun, "What?"

"Blitz I-"

Striker put his foot over your neck, cutting off some air.

"Oh, you daddy fucker!"

Blitz sprinted and tackled Striker, you gasped for air and grabbed the hiking stick, swinging it and hit Strikers head. He yelped in pain and stumbled back.

Blitz whistled for Loona and waited, but she didn't come. "Fuckin dammit Loona." He groaned.

Striker pushed you out the way and pinned Blitz down on the ground, "I'm getting kinda horny right now." Blitz joked.

"Huh?"

You swung and hit Striker repeatedly on the head and his back. Every swing you hit him harder and harder. Getting your anger out, mainly angry at yourself for getting adderal. Angry because you feel like you can't do anything unless you have stimulants. Angry that your parents forced you to take them to perform better, angry that you ended up getting hooked, angry that you left the circus, angry that you left Blitz.

Striker was lying on the ground, groaning in pain. Blitz was astounded, he stared at your watered eyes and flushed face. You threw the hiking stick and sat down in the corner of the room with your head in your hands.

"Kay, Im here." Loona walked in and noticed the scenery. "Nevermind." She left.

Striker got up from the floor and shoved Blitz aside before getting on top of the window seal. "Maybe you'll get me next time... Blitzy." He escaped through.

Blitz panted, turned his attention towards you and kneeled down.

"You sure do know how to wack." He joked, but felt heart heavy. "I'm not angry."

"It's not only that," Your voice cracked, "Its other things."

"Hey, hey it's okay. Come on." He helped you up. "I know you're sorry, I'm not even mad about it, 'kay? So don't worry."

You looked around the room and realized this was the room you and Blitz slept last night. “Striker overheard our conversation last night. He purposely gave me adderal and-”

“Stop..okay? Just stop. I’ll let this one go because you didn’t actively searched for it, you were tempted to it so..don’t worry.” Blitz reassured but you could tell that he was still pissed off with a hint of disappointment.

[asterjennifer]

Gifted Crystal

Stolas meets Blitz at the office to give him the Asmodean Crystal.

Pt. 2 (Pt.1)

Once he took a deep breath of the rather stagnant air inside the building, he placed his hand against the entrance.

The Prince watched the contrast of his black hand against the grey door of the IMP company. Somehow he never noticed just how big it was in comparison to the surroundings of IMP City. And although he's so much taller, he felt oh-so small today....

Red eyes roaming over the logo Blitzo must've drawn himself, he couldn't help but give a tiny smile. The thought of him sitting at the desk with pen in his hand, trying to find the perfect logo for his business, was a warming imagination. He knew that Blitzo liked to draw sometimes, he'd seen some of his works as pictures on his phone when gazing over. He wasn't particularly talented, but the drawings had almost as much beauty as the Imp himself.

After he shook his head free from the dreams circling — which, honestly, just wanted to delay the moment, he instead took the rest courage and pushed the door open.

Inside, the both Imps working for him seemed to train their aiming skills. There's also his adopted daughter, Stolas needed a brief second to remember her name. Loona was it. She held up a printed picture of a couple disguised men. It looked like they just robbed a bank of some sort by the masks on their faces. Everything was red in these walls today.

Soon eyes darted over at him — immediately making his entire body uncomfortable in the formal clothes. Especially the cape turned unbearable within seconds. Unsure steps brought him into the room, meeting the eyes of the female Imp.

“Is Blitz in his office?” He asked, silently clearing his throat.

The woman exchanged a quick look with her partner before nodding, pointing her finger towards the end of the room at the door. “Yeah, he's in his office.”

He thanked her and passed them with even quieter steps. Now the whole place felt as if the air was thicker than fire. But Stolas forced himself to ignore everything other than his mission, the one thing he's been repeating over and over inside his head since last night.

Due to Blitz being naturally unpredictable, Stolas had a difficult time figuring out which scenario or reaction he should prepare for. Would he grab the Crystal and shove him right out of the door? Would he first try denying the gift in fears it's somehow a scheme on his part? What if he thought it's just to get rid of him forever? Then again, that seemed like something only the Prince worried about.

He knocked politely, then he heard the voice that managed to make his heart beat out of his chest. “What you want??”

“I swear, Moxxie, if you fucked up and ruined my new chairs I will f—” Blitz sat on his desk.

Yet the strong voice died inside his throat when looking up into the face he's been avoiding like the plague. Stolas scanned nothing much in his face other than brief shock, surprise and then slight discomfort in the way the corner of his mouth pulled up. That's a common expression of him, or maybe it's just the common face he wore when he's around him. The thought caused Stolas to squeeze the box tighter between his hands.

These yellow eyes he adored searched the room instinctively, perhaps to find an escape of some sort? An excuse to tell the Prince he's busy once again? He preferred that argument of having no time available. It had increased over the months as well, that he's so busy he couldn't text much, leave alone meet up for one reason or another. Stolas did his best swallowing the lump that blocked his throat. Doing his best keeping his own face straight.

“Hello Blitz,” He said formally. “I hope I don't disturb you as much, but there's something...”

“Ahh, Stolas, you— uh, you have a real bad timing coming in this early. I need the book around evening a last time before holiday, also why you show up in person-”

Blitz basically jumped off his chair, already rambling with that uncertainty underneath the usual confident tone. Stolas' eyes narrowed because of it — it only happened when he's talking to him, he hasn't heard him talk that way to his employees or daughter before. Another indicator of discomfort that he had been ignoring for his own selfish reasons? Surely that's the case. Just how much did he push Blitz into a corner without ever coming to realize? So embarrassing. So shameful.

Stolas lifted his hand, waving it fast and awkwardly. “No, no it's none of that... Well, it's also about the book. But primarily it's...”

Say it, he thought in a hectic manner. Feeling the pulse start to pump through his veins. It's worse inside his chest. He's been having stings for a good while now, but this one was uncommon. The fact he's seeing Blitz's concerned face, showing a bit of the enormous amount of worry over what he'd might planned doing to him, he felt like some kind of monster. Was it justified?

Either way, he reached up to pull his hat closer to his face. Holding out the box. “Here, this will be of advantage for your business.”

Blitz's eyebrows frowned together. Not trusting this in the slightest, he slowly but surely moved backwards. Suddenly a horrible premonition filled his bones with a cold shudder.

“I swear if this is is a sex toy I'll beat your feathered ass.”

“It's none of that, I promise! It's— This is an Asmodean Crystal.” He quickly declined the bad idea Blitz had.

A thick silence filled the air, none of the two moved for a good moment. But Blitz fell back against the desk, pressing a hand over his eyes when laughing out loud.

“Hah! You got me,” He casually pointed his finger at the Prince. “I almost believed your bullshit just now. Just tell me what you want already instead of fussing around my workplace.”

Unsure how to convince him otherwise, Stolas opened the box himself and pulled out the Crystal to hold it up. Blitz's face dropped out of the blue into something that he couldn't quite identify, he had such a rigid face. Again, he said it's for him to use. That it's for his business.

On the other side, Blitz couldn't tell if his mind exploded with everything at once or nothing at all, leaving it completely empty seeing that Crystal being held inside the hand of the Prince. Who, now a little more nervous, made the box fly with magic in order to pull out the ID card holding Blitz's name.

“You can use it from hell,” He spoke surprisingly calm. “Like the book, it allows you access in both directions when being in a different world. However, it also can assist you with a human disguise. But only you since it's your Crystal. I've had no room asking for two more. But I'm certain your employees will be fine dressing up.”

While he explained, he let the item and card fly over to Blitz. Simultaneously placing the box onto the office table. Stolas couldn't ignore the deep heartburn after finally letting go the control he owned over the person he truly came to love. That pain felt undescribable, no feeling came close to the one scratching from his head to toe. His shoulders tensed up as he looked into the corner. Somehow he knew if he kept seeing Blitz's eyes, he might start tearing up.

“Therefore you will not be in need of my book anymore.” He pressed the tips of his fingers against his chest. “Our arrangement is officially over now. I'd like the book back, of course.”

His hands formed into fists unconsciously. Blitz's brows frowned so deep it must've been painful. On the other side of the room, he couldn't start to even comprehend what just happened. But there's a familiar tightness raising into his throat, burning like he's about to throw up acid on the floor. Was this…?

A flash of his sister appeared in front of his eyes. “I never wanna see you! Ever!” She screamed at him. “Next time you wanna find me Blitzo, don't!”

“A selfish Imp in the sheets and just as bad in the streets,” Veronica echoed with enough venom to poison his brain. “A selfish heartbreaking freak..!”

“You're going to die alone, Blitzo.”

Hadn't he just repaired a fraction of his damage with Fizz? He's been communicating with him and although the timing could've been a better one, it helped so much letting go of past misunderstandings and undeserved hatred. Hadn't he just made up and felt a hint of relief, dear saying it, happiness within his soul? What backlash hit his chest just now that he worried for a moment he'd black out.

The Crystal inside his hand shook and even if he would've liked to make it stop, he wasn't sure where that tremor even came from. However, there's a push in the back of his head that made him roll his eyes depsite the lack of control over his body.

“You could've given that the whole time, could you??” He said, going louder with each word.

Stolas' eyes widened. “I- I needed to ask permission from Asmodeus for it.”

A flame caught fire in the every inch of the Imp, clawing at the Crystal while the anger piled up until it bubbles up the surface. His sharp teeth gritted against each other before lashing out.

“You could've just given me this stupid fucking Crystal and none of the bullshit that happened would've happened!” His hands shot forward.

His shoulders now rose up high. “Is that how you fuck with people!? And now what — You're just gonna go get a new toy?”

Confused by the reaction, Stolas shook his head. Blitz slammed the Crystal to the wooden surface before storming to his safe where the book was being stored. The Prince couldn't find words at all since Blitz kept complaining loudly. Reminding him of Stella — just for a short, brief millisecond. It scared him. Blitz threw the thick metal door open against the wall behind.

“Well good luck finding another fucking Idiot, because I don't even know who would be so damn stupid agreeing to your bullshit.” So close to trip over his own feet, he pressed the book to Stolas' chest.

Baring his teeth with a shadow over his face, he gave him the same look he'd given to Verosika the day she'd caught him at the horse riding lessons. The day they fought in public and officially broke up afterwards. Not that the situation was the same, however, it felt suspiciously similar to that past event that still occasionally came visiting him in his dreams.

The fear roaming through the Prince got replaced by disappointment when watching how Blitz did the one thing he'd been terrified of receiving. That resentment forced out all over the place by the hand of himself, yet he couldn't turn back time to try it differently. As much as he wanted. This was reality and he might be a Goetia, but he was no time travelling God.

That accusation hurt the most when thinking about it, the fact Blitz really believed he's just simply going to move along getting an new Imp, or plaything, showed the nonexistent trust Blitz actually held for him this whole time. Texts of apology, attempts of making up by doing normal things like watching a series, skipping Full Moons, there's no thing in all of Hell that would have helped overpowering his status. That one problem blocking the pathway for something serious between them.

Stolas placed the book underneath his coat, failing at the eye contact and instead fumbling with his hands, keeping his focus there. “I do not plan that. We can... still meet if you like.”

“Just get out of my fucking office already, I have no nerves for this right now. I'm at work still, damn it!”

Figuring that this was the maximum he's able to offer or do, Stolas nodded. “Very well. Until we meet again, Blitz.” With that, he left the building.

Never once turning around or gifting the other people a look, he couldn't bear the thought of being seen this broken down. He knew exactly what his face said to the outside world and he wanted to ensure that it would seek as little attention as possible.

The door to his office room closed softly, so very calm and slowly that it was an eternity to Blitz. He waited, continuing to lean against the desk as his legs shook too hard. Eavesdropping his employees go dead silent, going back to their doings a few seconds afterwards. He heard Loona sigh and Moxxie reload the weapon again. He heard cars outside the building drive by, he could perceive every single sound around him.

His face turned to the side. Finding that Crystal lay there obediently, waiting for him to use it instead of the book that's now gone. Gone. Where did the sounds go? He wasn't able to hear a single thing right after. As if deaf from birth, as if someone tore his eardrums. The burning taste on his tongue now reached his consciousness to announce the panic attack he's having.

Blitz caught his body just before falling down to the ground, breathing heavily albeit without a sound coming out. His eyes ran over the floor, back forth, back forth and again. What just happened? What did he just do? What did that damned Owl just do to him?

His fingers twitched when reaching up his cheeks, they're completely wet and he didn't realize until that moment. Of course he knew what just happened and the exact implication of that gift.

Stolas could've given him that Crystal from the very beginning. But he didn't because he liked having Blitz as his little Imp. Fucking royal asshole had been playing pretend the whole time, he must have been. Why else would he give him the Crystal now? But then a conclusion hit Blitz and his uneven breathing stopped altogether. The last time he'd been in contact with Stolas was... the day he got hospitalized.

Both his hands landed on the desk, weak like never before. And while he tried to not throw up — he noticed that this was their last interaction before needing rest to recover. He almost died and Blitz knew he was invited for a visit, Stolas outright asked him to come. But like normally, he declined and assumed he can just brush it over. Stolas wasn't invincible as he first assumed and settled down with though. Did he finally cross that line? Breaking that patience fassade which he couldn't escape from?

His body slacked down at the table with his hand coming up to cover his eyes. Why was he crying again? It's been an arrangement since day one and that never changed throughout their history together, Blitz had confirmed it firmly after the incident at Ozzie's. It's business, that's all. So why was he that shook up over something he clearly shouldn't care about? It's not like wanted to, it's not like he was too dumb to understand. It's more about refusing acknowledgement than living in delusions.

But that's what broken people do, right? He asked himself bitterly. His wet face lifted up slightly, only enough to look at the office door. “Fuck…”

Fuck that good feeling. This feeling of recovery was beaten into the ground with a single gesture. Fizz was his childhood friend, he could repair this as it's been a big misunderstanding. But this? Stolas? The noble Goetia Prince? Yeah, sure, like he's going to remember Blitz's name in a few weeks. He's done and therefore they were done without discussion. That's how this worked, after all. Royals aren't approachable. Blitz knew that from the start and should've stick with it. Goddamn it.

Exhausted due to these heavy tears, Blitz used the remaining strength in his system to go behind the desk. He opened the drawer in rapid motion, the gift that's already wrapped bouncing against it. The wrapping paper wasn't good, the edges stood up and the cuts weren't clean. It looked ugly and worthless. Blitz hissed through his teeth then.

He picked it up and immediately threw it into the trashcan beside his desk before leaving through the backdoor for a break.

The card saying “Merry Christmas. From Blitz to Stolas.” hung down in the dark of the empty office now. Remaining there considering he wouldn't need it tonight. After all, he was not going anywhere.

[gothicemoowl]

Push chapter 3: Murder family

Summary:

Takes place in the alternive version of murder family

Notes:

LMK if we should add some trigger warnings for this chapter.

Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time

Cuz, I can't think of any you wouldn't be expecting.

"But I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time

I got a list of names, and yours is in red, underlined

I check it once, then I check it twice."

-Look what you made me do, Taylor swift.

{Present: Stolas}

Stolas walked downstairs for breakfast. The servants were still cleaning from Stella's not divorced party.

He sighs, what an awful fucking party. The only good thing that came from it was seeing Blitzo again…

Blitzø now…

Why did he change his name anyway?

He walked into the kitchen. "Octavia, good morning, dear." Stolas says.

"Hi dad." Via says.

"Octavia, don't slouch!" Stella scolds.

Octavia sits straight. “Right. Sorry.” She says.

Stolas frowns, he hates how Stella talks to her, but if he says something, they'll fight about it, and that would cause more distress for Via than really necessary.

So instead he glances Octavia's way and smiles at her, hoping it'll do…something. "So, Via. How have you been?" Stolas asks.

Octavia shrugs. "I don't know."

"Octavia, don't shrug." Stella says. "It's unbecoming of a princess."

"Sorry, mum." Via says.

'Don't bow to that one, he bows to us, idiot.'

'Oh right, sorry father.'

Stolas glares at Stella, but she pays no mind.

"The party was so fucking loud." Octavia says. "I could hardly concentrate on anything."

"I know what you mean." Stolas says softly, "what are you working on? Perhaps I can help you with it?" Stolas suggests.

"I don't need help." She sighs. "I just need quiet."

"Right�� Well, the party is over now, so it should be quieter." He says.

Via doesn't respond, just scoffs quietly and puts on her headphones to continue eating.

Stolas returns to his meal as well; he has completed trying to relate to his teenager for the day he supposes.

"Octavia! Take those fucking headphones out! It's impolite."

"Must you criticize everything she does? Isn't criticizing me enough?!" Stolas shouts.

Suddenly the room goes quiet.

"How dare you!" Stella says. "She's my daughter!-"

"She's our daughter, Stella!" Stolas shouts back. "And I don't appreciate you talking to her like that."

"I will talk to her however I please!" Stella shouts.

Octavia got up and ran to her room.

"See what you've done?" Stella asks.

Stolas sighs, "Octavi-"

The door slams.

Stella glares daggers at Stolas, she has nothing but hate in her heart for him…and as it seems, anyone.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Stolas? I do everything around here. I take care of the castle, I make sure our daughter is presentable while you encourage her to dress like a-

Stolas shouts. "Don’t you dare say it, I'm the one who actually took care of her. When she had nightmares, I took care of it, when she was molting, I helped her-

Stella laughs. "Oh right, like I do nothing around here?! I take care of the house, hire servants, organize every meeting, every party, threw our anniversary party-"

"Shame it couldn't have been a divorce party." Stolas interrupted.

"Excuse me?" Stella asks. "You're a pathetic excuse for a man, you're lucky I haven't left your scrawny ass yet! Why must you ruin everything? Do you think it's easy for me? Easy to admit that I'm married to a soulless prick year after year?" She asks.

Stolas gets up and leaves, not wanting to respond to Stella's insults.

{Past: Stolas, age 16:}

Stolas slammed the door to his bedroom.

He throws his grimoire across the room and pathetically throws himself on the bed.

"You- uh…good?" Blitzo asks him. The imp was tidying up the place, and Stolas knew that he was busy and had work to do- but, he needed a friend right now…

Was he really selfish for that?

"He's really going to force me to marry stella." Stolas says, sitting up.

"Yeah, you know that already." Blitzo says. “So?”

"I can't marry her, Blitzo. I can't!" Stolas says.

"So…don't. No one can force you to marry anyone. And they certainly can't force you to have a baby with them either. It's your life, tell them to call it off or you’ll leave.” Blitzo suggested.

"I wish it were that easy." Stolas says. “They’ll take everything from me.”

"Well, no one said freedom was free." Blitzo says.

"When did you become so smart?" Stolas asks.

"I've always been smart, you've just been too…" he lingers on the word, realizing what he was about to say.

"Yes?" Stolas asks in amusement, he crosses his arms, awaiting what the imp was about to say.

"Engrossed in your own…miscellaneous activities." Blitzo says, smiling with the fakest of innocence.

"Nice save." Stolas says.

"Mhm." Blitzo returns to dusting the bookshelf.

"And how do you suppose I could escape?" Stolas asks. “If I wanted to.”

"You can literally disguise yourself as an Imp, or a person, a sinner. Take the book and leave."

"And those who are more powerful, if they find me trying to escape my duties?" He asks.

"So, they take what? Take your powers away? Big deal, you're like everyone else." Blitzo shrugs.

"They might kill me." Stolas says.

"So…your choices would be dead…or you fuck Stella." Blitzo says.

Stolas hums. "Good point."

"You still have free will, a brain, a heart. They can try, but they can't take that." Blitzo says. "You still have control over your life, just don't surrender to them.”

Stolas blushed without meaning to. "I- um, I'm going for a walk." He says, heading to the door.

Blitzo didn't respond, just got back to work.

"Blitzo?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you." Stolas says, closing the door behind him.

~~~~~present:~~~~

He had no choice! Blitzo was wrong!

Stolas sighs. Blitzo was never wrong…

He looks through his desk’s secret compartment, full of things Blitzo had given him, things he left behind…

A letter caught his attention, scented with hellrose.

Perhaps it’s not too late to have some control over his life…

Perhaps there’s still a chance at happiness.

A chance Blitzø does still care…

He just needs to take it slow, be understanding…

He should call him!

{I.M.P:}

Millie and Barbie were practicing to shoot with their new crossbow.

"So, who exactly is this Stolas guy?" Loona asks Barbie while she holds up a picture to be the target. "He seemed to strike a nerve with you and dad."

"What has he told you about it?" Barbie asks.

"Nothing! I tried asking him about it last night, but he just avoided the question. It's weird. He's usually so…eager to talk to me." Loona says, sitting up.

"Strange, it's almost like he loves you or something." Barbie remarks.

"You know what I mean! Don't change the subject." Loona says.

“Stay still, please?” Millie asks.

Barbie exhales sharply. "He's just some privileged asshole bird who broke your father's heart. That's all."

Millie shoots, but misses because Loona moved again. “Loona-“

"He did? Is that even possible?" Loona asks.

"You'd be surprised." Barbie answers.

"But, how did they meet?" Loona asks. “How long were they together?”

"Look, don't get me wrong. I love exposing your father's stupid embarrassing secrets. But I will not be in a conversation involving that father pecking cloaca having buffleheaded pompous prick."

Millie and Loona look at her.

"You were waiting for an opportunity to call him that, weren't you?" Millie asks.

"Doesn't matter!" Barbie says. "Shoot the fucking target."

Millie shrugs and does, this time nailing it.

"He must have really done a number on him, huh?" Loona asks.

Barbie was about to answer-

"Guys, I'd like you to meet our newest client!" Blitzø says.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Millie!" Millie says, shaking her hand.

"Just kill the bitch." Mrs Mayberry scowled, ignoring Millie completely.

"Don't worry, Ma'am. Here at I.M.P. there's nothing we do better than killing bitches." Blitzø said.

"That better be true." She says, stomping away.

"Can't believe someone cheated on her." Barbie says.

Blitzø couldn't tell if that was sarcastic. But, he chooses to ignore it. "Alright. Are you two ready?"

"Born ready!" Millie says.

"Yeah, sure. Let's kill a bitch." Barbie shrugs.

Blitzø takes the book and opens the portal. "Okay, we're gonna do this quickly and discreetly. Loona, I'll call you when I need the portal-"

"I know the drill, Blitzø." Loona rolls her eyes.

"Alright! Let's go lick some ass!" He says.

"The expression is kick some ass, Blitzø."

"Mines better." Blitzø says.

They go through the portal, leaving the book with Loona.

Blitzø, Barbie, and Millie sneak up to the house.

"This one should be easy enough." Blitzø says, aiming and shooting the target instantly.

"Great, done, let's get out of he-"

A gunshot. "Ah! A new hole, scatter!" He shouts.

"Shit!" Barbie curses.

All three imps split up, each of the family members following with their own weapons.

~~~Loona: 🐺~~~

After they left, the phone rang. "Hello? Imp."

"Oh, hello. Is Blitzø there?"

"Who is this?" She asks.

"This is…uhm. Stolas Goetia."

Loona smiles. Oh…this was too perfect.

"Stolas, interesting name. What the fuck do you want?" She asks.

"I want to speak to Blitzø, please?" Stolas asks.

"You have to answer a few security questions first…"

"Security questions?" He asks.

"Yes, first question: are you old enough to hire an assassin?"

"I'm not interested in-"

"Answer the question." Loona says. "Or I'm hanging up."

"Yes."

"How old are you?"

"Thirty-six." Stolas says.

"Wow. Old. And what species are you?" She asks.

"Why does that matter?!" Stolas asks.

"Sir, if you're not going to cooperate, I can't help you." Loona says.

"I'm an avian." Stolas says.

"More specific." Loona says.

"Owl."

"How do you know Blitzø?" She asks.

"We were friends." Stolas says

"Why past tense?" Loona asks.

"It's…complicated." Stolas says.

"Great, what's your favorite color?"

"You've got to be kidding me." Stolas sighs.

~~~Blitzø, Millie, Barbie:~~~~

The husband of the bitch followed Blitzø to the woods.

It was hard to keep quiet with the hole in his shoulder, but he's been through worse.

"Where are you mother fucker! You think you can just kill my wife and get away with it? I don’t think so." He says angrily.

Blitzø slowly reaches for his gun, but the guy snuck up and shot his arm again. "Shit!"

"She was my everything! And now yer gonna pay!" He says, aiming for his middle.

Blitzø then quickly shot him in the head. "Should have shot me somewhere more dangerous, asshole." He says.

What a nice couple.

He's sure the two of them will settle nicely in hell.

Now he's gotta find the girls and head back. Knowing them, they should have the kids handled by-

A loud explosion is heard.

Ah. There they are.

~~~Loona: 🐺 ~~~

"Seasons of love by jonathan Larson! Okay? I have answered all your ridiculous questions, now will you please-"

"Sorry, Blitzø isn't here. Call again later." She says before hanging up.

Loona chuckles. That was kinda fun.

~~~Blitzø, Millie, Barbie:~~~

"Damn kids." Barbie says, climbing out the window. "Millie, when we get back, tie my tubes.”

"I can try." Millie says, throwing the grenade in the house.

"Blitzø! There he is!" Millie says, running over to help him.

"Glad to see you both made it in one piece." Blitzø says.

"Damn, you look like hell." Barbie says.

"Gee, sis. I wonder why, maybe it’s cuz’ I got shot twice in the fucking arm?! Thanks so much for the concern.” Blitzø says.

“Next time, don’t get shot.” Barbie orders.

“Just call Loona." He says.

“Okay, okay. Geez.” Barbie texts her, and a couple moments later, the portal opens.

"Mission accomplished!" Millie shouts.

"Any chance she'll pay us more for killing the woman's husband and kids?" Barbie asks Blitzø.

"I think she was counting on them being miserable." Blitzø says.

"Damn it."

They go through the portal, and Blitzø falls on his face.

“The hell happened?” Loona asks.

Millie helps him up. “Few bullet wounds, no big deal.” Blitzø shrugs. “Where’s that first aid kit?”

“Still in your office from last time.” Barbie answers.

“Right. Thanks.” Blitzø walks to his office to find it.

Loona follows.

She grabs the kit and hands it to him.

“Thanks, Loonie.” Blitzø says, first cleaning the wounds with disinfectant.

“Need help?” Loona asks.

“No, I got it. I’m used to taking care of my wounds myself.” Blitzø says.

"So, your owl friend called." Loona says.

Blitzø paused. “What?”

“Stolas. He called.” Loona says again.

Blitzø hums, "what did he want?" He continued on like he just didn’t care.

"Don't know, I hung up before he could tell me." Loona explains.

Blitzø looks at her and smiles.

"What?" Loona asks.

"I've never been prouder of you, Loonie."

"Whatever." Loona grumbled, “I’m going back to my desk.” She leaves, slamming the door.

Blitzø finished the bandages, then texted Stolas.

Blitzø🐎: you called?

Stolas🦉: I just wanted to talk…our last conversation didn't end well.

Blitzø sighs.

Blitzø🐎: We have nothing else to talk about. You're doing me a favor, I'm grateful. I don't think there's anything else we need to establish.

Stolas 🦉: I'm sorry.

Blitzø 🐎: Don't worry about it.

Blitzø threw his phone harshly across the room.

He doesn't have time for this shit! He has to focus on helping his mom!

But, Blitzø couldn't stop thinking about Stolas… no matter what he did!

It hurt- it fucking hurt!

How can that stupid bird possibly think Blitzø would want to talk to him after everything he did?!

{PAST: Blitzo, age 11}

Blitzo's schedule as Stolas's personal servant was relatively simple:

He gets up first thing in the morning to deliver Stolas's breakfast, then once Stolas is done, he takes a shower while Blitzo clears the dishes and gets his clothes ready, after that he helps Stolas get preened and dressed.

While Stolas did school work Blitzo cleaned Stolas's room then prepared his lunch.

After clearing those dishes, he helped Stolas practice magic and study spells, he basically had to do it on his own since Paimon wasn't going to help him.

After dinner, Blitzø cleaned up after him, stripped and made the bed, and got Stolas through his nightly routine.

He accompanied Stolas throughout the rest of the day until the owl went to sleep…that's when the real work began.

See, there was one member of staff that Blitzo hated more than anyone, and that was paimon's butler Lays. Blitzo was assigned to him, so that meant that Lays had to be a huge pain in the ass 24/7.

After Stolas went to sleep, Blitzo had his own schooling to finish, Lays insisted on teaching him and assigning something every morning which he was to finish every night before he could sleep.

"Why do I have to do homework? Can't I just be a slave?" Blitzo asks. "Isn't torture overkill?" He asks.

Lays rolls his eyes. "Master Paimon has entrusted me with your care. And while I'm in charge of you, you're going to get a proper education."

"But why?" Blitzo asks.

"Throughout your life, you will meet people who will take advantage of you, and underestimate you. You don't want to give them a reason to." Lays says.

"What's underestimate mean?" Blitzo asks.

"It means to think of you less than you already are." Lays explains. "Imps have two options in life. We surpass expectations and make something of ourselves, or we comply and be what they want us to be."

"Who's they?" Blitzo asks.

"You'll understand when you're a little older." Lays says. "In the meantime, I want your six paragraphs explaining hell's hierarchy done by tonight."

"Tonight?!" Blitzo asks.

"And don't rush it. Every mistake made will be corrected six times each. And you will be rewriting the paper until you get it right." Lays says before exiting.

Blitzo sighs. "Great."

And sure enough, every day after Stolas went to sleep, Blitzo had to fix over 20 mistakes and had to rewrite the paper two more times before it was good enough for Lays.

He stayed up so late that every night Blitzo would be found passed out by his work. When Lays found him like this, he'd cover him with a blanket and leave him alone for the rest of the night.

~~~Present:~~~~

Blitzo hated Lays for a while…but now, he kinda owes everything to him.

He didn't know at the time, but Lays was trying to explain how he was already being taken advantage of more than he knew.

It's only fair that he now takes advantage of his knowledge of Stolas's book.

He's willing to be as nice to Stolas as possible to get what he needs from him.

He doesn't care anymore, he doesn't care how much harder he has to work, or how much he has to push.

He will take care of the family he was forced to abandon for the sake of Stolas.

He will take care of them.

"I don't trust nobody and nobody trusts me

I'll be the actress starring in your bad dreams

I don't trust nobody and nobody trusts me

I'll be the actress starring in your bad dreams

I don't trust nobody and nobody trusts me

I'll be the actress starring in your bad dreams

I don't trust nobody and nobody trusts me

I'll be the actress starring in your bad dreams"

-Look what you made me do, Taylor swift.

Tag: @susstardust

Hope you liked it! Loo Loo land is next!

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Guys’ night

Fitzo Kid Anon submitted: I was inspired by some of the asks you’re getting lately/your responses. Hope you enjoy!

(Shadow: Added spacing because tumblr yelled at me for going 'over the character limit per text block'.)

Stolas sat at his dinner table, despondent. Stella was visiting her brother and had taken Octavia along, but she’d stressed that his presence wasn’t required (or wanted) on her little ‘family’ vacation. He’d known he would miss having his little owlet around the house, but thought some alone-time would have felt refreshing. It had, for the first evening and morning, but now it felt as if Stolas had run out of duties or even hobbies in which to engross himself. He could just go to bed, but he didn’t think he’d sleep well.

He looked dispassionately down at the newspaper he’d been reading cover-to-cover to cope with the odd silence at dinner. He was at the entertainment section, which had a large spread recommending nights out for couples. Ozzie’s new host is a crowd-pleaser, promised a headline. A demon in a jester costume was grinning lasciviously up at him from the photo underneath. Stolas put the paper down. The buzzing of his phone was a welcome distraction. But who could be calling him at this hour? Had Stella perhaps remembered his request to wish Octavia goodnight before she was put to bed? Oh. Of course not.

The name on the screen had made Stolas’ pulse quicken, but that only deepened the feeling of guilt in his stomach. He still scrambled to answer the phone. “Blitzo?”

“Heyyyyy… Stolas.” Blitzo sounded like enunciating clearly was taking a bit of effort.

“Is everything all right?”

“What? Why do you think something’s wrong? Can’t a guy just… call to ask how it’s hanging?”

Stolas swallowed. “It just sounds like you’ve been drinking. And you don’t usually call me.”

“Yeahhhh… I’ve just been pretty busy lately, you know. Parenthood. But I’ve got a night off! Spangles is with some babysitters.”

“Oh! That sounds nice!”

“Yeah! Cute couple from an apartment block near mine. Well, the lady is cute I guess. The guy is a total baby-dick-haver and sooo hung up over it. Pretty embarrassing! How do shmucks like that do it? But anyway, they love Spangles. And why wouldn’t they? She’s the cutest little thing in the whole world. Bet she makes them want to pop one out of their own! Good luck with that, though. No way that loser has a decent sperm count. I bet she pegs him. I’d love to be a fly on the wall in that bedroom but he keeps kicking me out of their-“

Stolas interjected before Blitzo could speculate more on the sex life of that unfortunate couple. Against his better judgement, Blitzo was making him chuckle again. He just had such a unique way with words! But Stolas should probably wrap up the call soon. “That’s sweet of them! I hope you enjoy having some time to yourself, Blitzy. It’s important to look after yourself too, you know.”

“Uh-huh. So what are you doing tonight?”

“Tonight?”

“Yeah. Are you free, like, right now?” Stolas’ eyes flitted back to the newspaper. Say no. Say no and goodnight. He won’t begrudge you if you lie about needing to put your daughter to bed. You’re a member of the Ars Goetia. You have a family. Blitzo has a family! You shouldn’t get yourself mixed up in this again. Stolas heard himself giggle and say, “I’m not busy right now, why do you ask?” Perfect. Well done Stolas.

Blitzo’s voice suddenly had a lot more bravado. “Great! I mean, fuck knows we both deserve a guys’ night in, huh? Want to come over to mine?” - This was a mistake. Blitzo’s front room had brightly-coloured party chains on the walls and several empty bottles of cheap Prosecco on the table. There were pictures of baby Spangles on every surface, but none of either of her parents. Stolas had tried to delicately compliment the decorations and ask what the occasion was and Blitzo had scowled and changed the subject.

When he sat on the sofa Blitzo had stared expectantly at him for a few minutes, and now he was gradually inching closer even though the awkward pauses in their conversation were getting longer. “Hey, where are my fucking manners? Can I get you something to drink, big guy?” Stolas had had one more glass of wine than his usual at dinner. He probably shouldn’t mix it with whatever Blitzo had in his fridge.

“Really, that’s quite all right Blitzo.”

“Come on, let me get you something.” Blitzo batted his eyelashes at Stolas, who unwillingly blushed.

“If you insist, maybe just a glass of water?”

“Ugh, seriously. Don’t get all goody-two-shoes on me now, creepy mouth. This is guys’ night! We can both,” Blitzo fumbled with his shirt buttons for a few seconds, then gave up, “let loose.”

“I think you’ve already had quite enough of that. Maybe I could get us both some water…”

“Stolas.” Blitz put his hand on Stolas’ thigh. “I didn’t invite you over so we could sip tea and chat about the weather.”

It took all of Stolas’ willpower, but he stood up and out of arm’s reach. “That’s enough. I knew I shouldn’t have come here.” Blitzo’s heavy-lidded eyes got watery for a second, but then he blinked and schooled his gaze back to what it was.

“Don’t be like that. I know you want to, and there’s nothing wrong with that. My relationship has always been open, so-“ “Mine with Stella isn’t! And regardless, I think your boyfriend wouldn’t be happy if it were me of all people-“

“He’s not my boyfriend! I’m totally going to break up with him, Stolas. Just, when he actually visits, because I’m classier than he is and I wouldn’t do that shit over the phone. He was supposed to be here tonight. He said he would but…” Blitzo was furiously blinking again. Stolas’ shoulders sagged. Much as he wanted to believe otherwise, Blitzo’s resolve to end things with Fizz seemed recent. The babysitter and alcohol and decorations weren’t for his benefit, not originally at least.

“I’m sorry, Blitzy. But we can’t-“ “Yeah, you know what? You’re right. Save it. I don’t need your pity, or your company. I don’t need anyone’s. I’ve got by this long without any.” Stolas reached his arm out in what he hoped was a conciliatory gesture but Blitzo shrank away from it.

“I understand how you feel, but Blitzy, there are people out there who care about you! What about your new friends who are babysitting Spangles? And-“ Blitzo just scoffed.

“They’re not my friends. They just feel sorry for me because they caught me skulking around their apartment. Just like- just like I did with you.” He looked up, and the intensity in his expression made Stolas’ planned reply stick in his throat. “And I never really apologised for all that shit. I’m sorry, Stolas. You were trying to look out for me and the kid and I threw it all back in your face. I guess I still am doing that. Fuck, you’re right. We shouldn’t even be doing this.”

“I still care about you, Blitzy,” Stolas whispered, “And I’ve put what happened in the past behind me. You shouldn’t self-flagellate over it like this. My intentions weren’t exactly pure either.”

“So, you’re saying like, if I came onto you back then, you would’ve gone for it?”

Stolas stammered, well aware that his feathers were puffed up a good few inches more than they used to be. “Well, I- I wouldn’t say- I mean, I had Octavia to think about and- but, I wanted to. I thought you were flirting with me then and I- I liked it. It felt nice to be wanted. Especially by you.” Blitzo looked away again and they sat in silence for a bit.

The tension in the room seemed to reach an unbearable peak. Blitzo scrambled to diffuse it, “Hey, you know, I kind of like your nickname for me.”

“What?”

“Yeah, I mean. I’m kind of over the whole Blitzo thing. The ‘o’ at the end is too… clownish.”

“So you’d prefer it if I call you Blitzy?” Stolas’ enthusiasm didn’t seem to make Blitzo cringe away this time.

“Well… I was thinking of just dropping the ‘o’ but, you can call me that. If you really want to.” Blitzy wasn’t meeting his gaze anymore but Stolas could see a distinct change in his expression. He tried again to touch Blitzo’s shoulder and this time the little imp didn’t shrug out of his reach. “I’m not doing this just because of Fizz. I called you… because I didn’t want to be alone and right now you’re the only friend I’ve got. The only friend who’d come and be there for me. So sorry for… making it weird by hitting on you. I’m not gonna just use you again Stolas. I don’t…” Blitz’s voice had been fading ever since Stolas first heard the word ‘friend’. He felt his hand slide up from Blitzy’s shoulder and stop under his chin. Blitz’s mouth had stopped moving now and he looked up at Stolas with wide, unusually vulnerable eyes.

“I changed my mind,” whispered Stolas. It’s just for tonight, he told himself, as he stooped to close the gap between their faces.

-

The next morning, Stolas was awoken by the sound of heavy footsteps. He blinked in confusion. Had he overslept? Was that Octavia bounding into his room to wake him up? Wait, his room looked different. He bolted out of bed but didn’t have time to do much else before the door handle rattled and turned. An imp was staring up at him. An imp in a jester hat. He was wearing an expression that Stolas recognised from the last time they had crossed paths. Part disbelief and part barely-contained rage.

Think, Stolas. There had to be something, anything he could say to absolve himself and Blitzy at least a little in this situation. He should at least have the decency to stand and answer up to his actions. The imp was about to speak. Blitzo was stirring on the bed behind them. Visions of the impending shouting-match flashed before Stolas’ eyes and he lost his nerve. “I’m sorry I fucked your boyfriend!” he yelled, as the portal back to the palace closed behind him.

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Shadow: THIS IS AWESOME, HOLY COW. How Blitzo still ends up falling back on obsessing over what he wants even when he is technically in a relationship now, the name thing, how Stolas doesn't want to make things worse but folds when Blitzo's breaking and calls him his friend, and then the ending is great, omg.