#stolas x you

[chrolloluvr]

Adam, Mammon, Alastor and Lucifer with a insecure S/o

💋ྀིྀིAdam, Mammon, Alastor, Stolas and Lucifer w/ Insecure S/O 💋ྀིྀི

Note: Yesss i love this request!! As somebody who is insecure about quite a few things I think this is so cute <3 🥰 Also I hope you don't mind me adding Stolas <3

Female!reader, GenderNeutral!Reader for Stolas <3

Warnings: Cussing, mentions of sex

Mammon 💸:

He does not grasp the concept of insecure. Why be insecure when your with him? He chose you, right? He is extremely picky, so what is there to worry about? Why are you insecure? To him you are adorable, so who cares?

He may notice you are feeling down lately, or that you have been avoiding him, which agitates him to no end.

So at first, he will have you bottle up your insecurity, just so that he can be your big savior, and make you feel loved by him.

When you tell him exactly what you are insecure about, he audibly laughs. Well, he doesn't mean to make you upset or anything, but like, are you being serious?

He will say things like:

"Babe, what the fack? you look hot, theres no need to beat around the goddamn bush."

"What, is it your (insert insecurity)? cmon, don't be such a sour puss. You look just fine to me."

"Cmon sweets, whats on ya mind? How about we go out to the restaurant you love, yeah?"

He will go to that restaurant, even though he hates it. He just does not like seeing his little trophy upset or visibly irked. Even if there is Paparazzi around, he will hide them from you, or bribe them to leave.

His favorite insecurity on you would have to be your thighs. He loves squeezing them, jiggling them, putting his head between them, seeing them move when you walk, etc. If you have bigger ones, he thinks that one of, if not the best physical quality about you. He will spend his time ranting to you while snug in your legs about how annoying his newest stars are, or how Ozzie did this, or Fizzarolli did that-

Overall, he will make sure you dont go on with that contentious bullshit ever again. He cant have his favorite little lady upset, can he?

Adam 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪:

He is Adam, the first man, he does not ever feel insecure. he never makes mistakes.

But in reality, he has felt insecure. Especially after his two wives left him for the. same. man.

He does not notice until a while later that you are upset. He thinks you are happy all the time because of him. But he's basically your husband, so he will notice things about you, that you don't even know about yourself (same as mammon)

When you tell him you are insecure, he coddles you, and threats you like you're an infant

He will say things like:

"Your insecure? About what? You have to be lying babe, you look perfect to me."

"Relax babe, im kidding, so its your (insert insecurity)? Oh, are you joking?"

"How about... you and me do a little something something, hm?"

(He is a sex deviant, so he will always bring that up.)

He tries to make it up to you by putting on your favorite movie, and bringing you your favorite snacks. But he ends up eating most of them himself...

But anyways, his favorite insecurity is your ass. He likes squeezing it, spanking it, etc. Even if it small, he likes it and thinks its cute. He will randomly pick you up and throw you over his shoulder and just, spank it, and put you down??

So overall, he is okay at comforting you, but dont come running to him unless you dont want things to turn somehow sexual.

Alastor 🎶:

He has never felt insecure in his twisted mind.

He will notice immediately that you are upset about something. He takes action fairly quickly, by rubbing your shoulders, etc.

When you tell him you are insecure, he is very understanding. You are his dearest, so he wants to take care of you, and make you feel like an angel.

While he may not understand insecurity himself, he understands you are disarmed, and that bothers him greatly.

He will say things like:

"My love, don't fret about these regal thoughts. What are you feeling down about now?"

"Is this about your (insert insecurity)? If so, that is silly nonsense, my dear. You know I do not mind."

"How about, we take a stroll. Maybe we could stop by Rosie, she sure knows how to cheer you up, hm?"

He tries his best to make you feel better, because your feelings reflect on him. While it may not seem so on the outside, his heart tears when he sees you like this.

His favorite insecurity has to be your hip dips. He thinks they make you look very feminine and womanlike, which he likes. He likes to run his hands over them, enjoying the way his fingers sink into them.

So overall, Alastor makes you feel very loved and cared for. You will never feel discontent as long as he is in your vicinity.

Lucifer 𓆩𓆪:

He has felt insecure a lot. From being casted down into Hell, to his wife somewhat recently leaving him, (to his height), he knows what it feels like

But since meeting you, he is very attentive over you.

So he notices very quickly that you are upset.

When the time comes to tell him that you are insecure, (because he kept asking you frantically whats wrong), He is very understanding.

He will say things like:

"Seriously? You? Insecure? Well we cant have that here, now can we?"

"Its your (insert insecurity)? Its ok honey, I love you just how you are."

"Honey, how about the two of us stay home for the day, hm?"

He will stay by your side a lot more often now that you told him that. He is a very doting and worried lover like Stolas, so he wants you to feel comfortable with yourself.

His favorite insecurity of your is also your thighs. Big or small, he loves them. His favorite is when his head and cheeks are squished against them. Or when he's eating you out, and he feels the warmth smothering his face. He loves the way they move when you walk as well like Mammon.

So overall, he knows what it is like to be insecure. He wants you to feel loved, and like you are cherished by him.

Stolas 𓅪:

Feels insecure a lot like Lucifer. WIth his (ex)wife, concerning his daughter, etc.

He also will notice your changes instantly. SO he will constantly ask if something is wrong. When it comes to you being upset, he will be very combative in telling him.

So when you tell him you are insecure, he feels for you. He will hold you close, and let you lay on top of his fluffy, feathered body.

He will say things like:

"Sweetheart, what is troubling you so much? I am always by your side, you know. So if you want to talk, we can."

"Your (insert insecurity)? But they are beautiful! You don't have to worry my owlette."

"How about we watch a movie? That always seems to cheer you up."

He is very concerned about you, and just wants to make you happy. That is his duty in his mind. If he cant make the rest of his family happy, he can surely make you happy, right?

His favorite insecurity of yours is stretch marks. He likes them, and he thinks they look like cute little tiger cub stripes. He will run his slender fingers over them, making you shiver in the process. He believes they are like pieces of art, just all over your body.

So in his mind, you are perfect. He is always going to love you, insecurity through and through. You are his lover.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Hi! You hope you having a great day. I really love your works so I was curios if you could write something with Stolas x reader? What if instead of Stella he was forced to marry her sister who is her complete opposite (kind, caring, patient etc.) and actually likes Stolas? This poor man needs love

A/n: I agree! He 100% does also reading this info is so cute because now he found his mate for life

Not only do owls mate for life, but male barn owls pull out all the stops to impress their lady loves

Sidenote: Since you would be an avian demon! You can imagine the feathers be the color of your choice along with body.

It was a shock to you, finding out that you'd be marrying Stolas instead of your sister. That you would be the one to creat an heir for the Goetia Family. You were finally getting something that your sister wasn't.

You just prayed he wouldn't be as bad as your sister was.

"You look beautiful...by the way." Stolas stepped by your side. The wedding was slowly wrapping up, guests teetering out.

Shifting your body, you turned to face your now husband as you gave him a soft smile as your feathers puffed out. "Really?" That wasn't something you were used to hearing, not with all the insults your sister tossed at you.

Tipping his head to you, Stolas returned your smile doing his best to make you relax. You were a jittery little thing, cute to boot. He was surprised with how kind you were too, it wasn't something he was expecting. Clearing out his throat, Stolas shifted his body as he held out his talon for you to take.

"I noticed you were a little tense during our dance, I am not sure if it was me or all the guests watching us." He paused. "How about we try this again, just the two of us."

Looking up at him, you gave Stolas a soft smile as you stepped close taking hold of his talon as he pulled you close to his chest. "I'd love too."

A year, Stolas couldn't believe it has been a year since he has been married to you and yet he has never been happier. You were his mate, the one he was going to spend the rest of his life with and now you made him a father.

He never thought he would get this chance at happiness when he had heard he was in an arranged marriage, he couldn't help but worry that it was going to be Stella and then he saw you.

The moment he laid his eyes on you he fell in love, that he was going to spend the rest of his life with you. You were everything that he had wanted and more.

"You're staring again."

Your voice was soft, your hand on your growing belly as you shifted in the bed giving him a rather sleepy smile.

"You're beautiful." He whispered as he stood up caressing your cheek. "Thank you."

Laughing, you shook your head as you hid your face into one of the many pillows. "You don't have to thank me Stolas."

Letting out a hum, Stolas moved so he was now leaving behind you as he held you close to his chest, your eyes closing.

He knew it was true, he didn't have too but yet he couldn't help it because he did not think he could imagine a life without you.

[theamberfist]

Sink or Swim | Stolas x Reader

Romantic! Stolas x Swim Instructor! Reader

Description: When Stolas signed his baby daughter, Octavia up for swim lessons, he never expected to like her new instructor so much

(Notes:) (gender neutral reader) (reader is a sinner) (reader is baby Octavia's swim teacher)

Words: 1,640

❀ Fun fact: I've taught parent-infant swim lessons IRL so all the exercises shown in this are real ones we use with infants ❀

Stolas frowned as he pushed open the door to the building in front of him; unable to help the slight nervous feeling that bloomed in his chest. He supposed there should have been no cause for concern, considering he was a prince of hell and easily one of the strongest beings in this ring, but it wasn't as if he'd ever done something like this before. 

He readjusted his arms, where Octavia rested on his hip sleepily. On a normal day, she would have been napping at home now, but not for much longer. He'd specifically chosen this time because he knew that, once she woke up, she would be as active as ever. Stolas reminded himself that this was for her sake, not his; he could hold his head up high for her, just as he always did.

When he entered, the imp at the front desk looked up from his work and his eyes widened slightly. "Prince Stolas..." He managed before finally clearing his throat and regaining his composure, "Right, we were expecting you." Though, something told the owl prince they hadn't actually thought he'd make good on his plans and come in. 

"The toddler pool has already been reserved, and your instructor is waiting for you there," the imp went on to explain as he checked their names off on a clipboard, "I'll let them know you've arrived." 

"Thank you." Stolas nodded awkwardly before turning and heading through the locker rooms to the pools. Though he could have simply signed Via up for regular lessons, he'd decided a private one would be better for the sake of them both. He wasn't aware that meant they'd reserve an entire pool for them, however small, but at least this way, he would have fewer paparazzi to deal with. 

Finally, he reached the pool deck, seeing that the whole facility only had a few people in it right now. There was a large lap swimming pool in front of him, as well as a splash pad to his right and the toddler pool to his left. When he looked over, there was already someone sitting on the side with their feet in the water as they waited. They wore a red swimsuit with the word 'lifeguard' printed in white, leading him to believe this was the instructor the imp at the front desk had mentioned. 

He made his way over to the toddler pool as Octavia began stirring in his arms now. It was a good thing he'd already gotten her into her swimsuit, or he would have had a hard time getting her to sit still long enough for it now. 

Upon hearing them come over, you looked up and smiled, setting the clipboard you'd been holding on the side of the pool. 

"Hello!" You called, "Here for the parent-child swim lesson?" Stolas nodded and you stepped out of the barely knee-deep pool to come over to him. To his surprise, you seemed to be a sinner, rather than an imp or hellhound like he'd expected. Your appearance differed from them greatly, and there was an energy about you that told him you had to be a human soul. 

You smiled and introduced yourself. "I'll be teaching our class every week," you explained, "If anything is too difficult or uncomfortable for you two as we get started, please let me know. Private lessons means I have a little more flexibility in what we do." You winked at the last part, and though it made the prince's heart beat quicker, he was fairly certain you just meant it playfully. 

"Anyway, who is this little one?" You asked, turning to the little owlet in his arms, whose big round eyes were staring up at you. 

"This is my daughter, Octavia," Stolas replied, immediately relaxing now that the topic of conversation had changed, "She's about a year old; I hope that's alright!" You waved him off.

"That's perfect," you said, gently reaching out towards the baby, "I've worked with kids much older and much younger than this." Octavia's tiny hand grabbed one of your fingers and you smiled kindly before looking up at her father. "And you're Prince Stolas, right?" He blinked.

"Just Stolas is fine!"

You nodded before removing your hand from the owlet's grip and standing up straighter. "Well, if you're ready, then we can get started." You said, that professional air returning to you, "I was thinking we'd have her in the shallow area to start with and ease her into slightly deeper waters." Stolas nodded, setting his bag down on a pool chair and then following you to the water. 

Now that you'd been properly introduced, Octavia was eager to follow after you, and he held her little hands as she stepped into the shallowest area of the pool. You giggled, encouraging her along the way. 

Once she stood so that the water was up to her knees, you brought out a dive toy and placed it on the pool floor, asking her to reach down and grab it to get her a little closer to the water. Stolas sat by her as she did so with ease, and then you moved the toy slightly deeper. 

He admired how much energy you seemed to have with his owlet, as well as how kind you were to her. Your soft voice and easy patience was a stark contrast to Octavia's mother; that was for sure. The two of you watched her repeatedly pick the dive toy up from increasingly deeper as if she had no care in the world. 

Finally, he broke the quietness between you two as you congratulated Octavia at another job well done. "Do you often teach lessons here?" He asked a little awkwardly, "I haven't seen many human souls in this ring of hell before." You smiled and nodded.

"Yeah, I teach almost all the lessons we offer here," you replied, moving Via's dive toy again, "It's the same job I had while I was alive, and I guess it's the only thing I've really found that I'm good at."

Stolas couldn't argue with that. Usually, Octavia was much more timid around water than this. She wouldn't even go in it at all if he wasn't holding her hand the whole time. With you, though, she was so enthusiastic that she hadn't even noticed the lack of touch. It was like he'd brought a different baby to the pool altogether today. 

"I see," he replied with a nod, smiling down at his daughter, who was happily splashing some of the water. "Do you have any children of your own?" You shook your head.

"Nope, I mostly kept to myself while I was alive- and, I guess, while I've been dead, too." You shrugged, "But when I found out how few kids in my neighborhood knew how to swim, I started doing lessons to keep them a little safer." 

Stolas nodded, wondering if it would have been too much to hope that 'keeping to yourself' meant you didn't have a spouse or partner, either. 

"If you're ready, we can move to the deeper water exercises." You changed the subject now and the prince nodded, placing a reluctant Octavia back on his hip and bringing her towards the deeper pool nearby. There, you helped him perform the next exercise, which consisted of him resting the owlet's head on his shoulder and trying to get her to kick her legs as he moved her through the water on her back. She was less enthusiastic about that, but you were quick to think; holding a toy up so her focus would shift. 

That calmed her down a lot, and soon enough she was kicking her legs happily as she giggled at you. "Do you get many attendees to your lessons?" Stolas asked in an attempt to strike up a conversation with you again, "I know those who died and ended up here aren't at as much risk of drowning." You nodded.

"That's why I work here," you smiled, "People in the pride ring aren't really concerned about dying unless it's at the hands of angels. I still think water safety is important, though."

The prince couldn't argue there. After all, that was why he'd signed Octavia up for these lessons. That, and he'd thought it would be nice for the two of them to get out of the house together for an activity. 

"Then I applaud you for your work!" He replied, "I'm sure many hellborn children can be quite difficult to teach." You laughed.

"You have no idea how much hellhounds hate swimming." 

The rest of the lesson went on just like that. With each new exercise, you found yourself getting that much more comfortable talking with Stolas, and vice versa. Octavia was also doing extremely well with everything you threw at her, and at this rate, you knew she'd be confidently swimming around on her own soon enough. 

Finally, the lesson ended and you praised the little owl before dismissing the class and hopping out of the water. Feeling warmer than you had when you began, you grabbed your clipboard to prepare for your next class.

Stolas glanced your way as he carefully dried Octavia off. "Same time next week, then?" He asked with a grin and you nodded.

"I'll be looking forward to it!" He didn't say anything, but inside, he knew he would be too. Just as he was grabbing his bag to leave, you came over and handed him a small piece of paper. The owl prince raised an eyebrow. 

"My number," you explained with a smile, "just in case." He nodded at that, feeling his heart flutter as he placed the paper in his pocket, and then you waved them both off as they left.

It seemed he'd gotten more enjoyment out of these little swim lessons than expected, and he couldn't wait to come back. 

[dollwrites]

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!domme!reader ( she’s beel’s girl but it’s an implied open relationship ), oral fixation, finger sucking, handjob, a needy stolas, suggested overstimulation ( him ), all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

𝗱𝗼𝗹𝗹’𝘀 𝗯𝗮𝗱𝗮𝘀𝘀 𝗯𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗯𝗹𝘂𝗿𝗯𝘀 ∣ poll winner [ stolas + oral fixation ]

it was so damn cute to watch him suck on your fingers.

the way his mouth opens as soon as you pet his pout, and he draws your digits in to your ring-adorned knuckles. he would use his slippery, excited tongue to polish the gems you wore, all while staring into your eyes. all while moaning.

like a little slut.

your little slut.

“You like this too much,” you tease with a knowing grin, pushing the tips of your manicured nails to the back of his throat, all the while your other hand, sticky with his prior releases like icing dribbling, busies itself by pumping his cock. he was hard again, and you were not surprised. “I spoil you, don’t I, baby? Is your queen too good to you? Have I made you so needy and desperate?”

“One more…” Stolas moaned. you could tell that his eyes were trying to focus on you, but after so many orgasms, you couldn’t imagine that he wasn’t seeing double. maybe even triple. “Please, one more…”

you giggle. you can’t help it. out of all Beelzebub’s gunmen that you’d tasted, Stolas was by far the most fun to play with. he was extraordinarily needy, and enjoyed suckling and nibbling on your fingers when he came. his big, puppy dog eyes would roll back, and he would tremble and jerk when you milked him to eruption, sweat sticking his raven locks to his forehead and cheeks.

“I can do that for you, baby boy.” you croon, leaning in close to his face, your glossed lips ghosting over his open mouth as you thrust your fingers in deep enough to have him gagging. his eyes welled up with sparkling tears, but he welcomes your claws in his gullet, sucking more fervently, his hips starting to buck forward to demand a more aggressive jerking of your lovely, soft hand. you sigh, happily, and tilt your head, simpering sweetly at him. “Just keep gagging on my fingers, and I’ll bring you to a crumbling, wicked ecstasy as many times as your greedy cock can handle.”

[rustycopper4use]

Hi! Could I request an x reader where the character and the reader both have feelings for each other / are starting dating and it turns out the reader is asexual, and does love them but isn't interested in having sex? (or maybe is even sex repulsed). I'd love to see Stolas x reader, and if you can do multiple maybe Blitzø, Alastor and Angel Dust? I know that's a lot so feel free to only do one 🥰 thanks 😊

oooooooOoo

Stolas x reader

You truly adored stolas, he’s the moon and stars to you. 

Admittedly your relationship with the prince started a bit rocky, meeting him after Blitz’s exes, disheveled and drunk you guys talked the rest of the night. Only to be interrupted by a cloaked demon.

   After that you two hit it off and started dating, it felt like something out of a hellish hallmark movie.

You never really thought of stolas in a sexual manner or any demon for that matter. It wasn’t something you ever wanted, hell, even felt. You’d flinch to more devious touches, and cringed at lustful remarks.

  Stolas wasn’t oblivious to this, he’d saw how you’d get uncomfortable of such things. He’d thought nothing of it initially, not wanted to force himself on you, scaring you off.

  But after months of the same behaviour with no change, he began to worry it was him, that you didn’t like him or even felt obligated to be around him because of his higher status.

  Of course this would eventually build up, which is how it got to this situation.

“Look I-“ he ran his hand through his feathers.

    “-if you don’t want to stay with me, I don’t want to force you to.. be with me.”

“I don’t want to leave you. What did I do to make you think I’d want to leave?” You looked at the prince.

“It feels like you don’t want me. You avoid my advances-..” he took a deep breath.

“-I just don’t want to go through this again, not with you.”

“Oh stolas honey… “ you placed your hand on his.

 “-I’m so sorry I made you felt this way, it’s just… I probably should’ve said this sooner, but I’m Asexual. This doesn’t change how I feel about you in the slightest, I love everything about you. I just.. don’t want to engage in other activities.”

  Stolas looked up at you, quickly he hugged you tightly. Your face pressed against his feathers chest.

“Oh I’m so glad! I love you so much” he chirped.

“Wait so-“ you pulled out of his chest coughing up some feathers.

“-you don’t care I’m asexual?”

“Of course I don’t, I adore you and whatever you want to be.”

He brought you closer to him leaving a peck on your cheek.

[freakyfrye]

ᝰ. perfect stranger

requested: stolas x gn! swan reader, what if stolas never met blitzø at the ‘not divorce’ party

type: oneshot

content: no mention of pronouns (just “you”), slow burn, wholesome & vulnerable fluff, love at first sight (for Stolas maybe, up to interpretation), flustered & subtlety turned on stolas (not too much tho stolas), down to earth reader

note: for the record, I don’t hate stella (i actually like her character, villains have a soft place in my heart always), y’all idk about this—this is trash 🚮 I hate how I wrote it, imposter syndrome is heavy with this one but I don’t want to rewrite it and make you wait longer! I know I said I’ll wait until I wrote all my wips but I need this out my drafts neow!

Anyone who could be considered important, on some level but no more than she, knew that Stella Goetia just adored throwing parties once in a blood moon. In her fancy mansion, she’s the face, the main character, and she plays her role as host so well that people tend to overlook every other bad quality she has among the very few pros. Or perhaps, they would rather not have bad blood with someone of her caliber.

You, on the other hand, couldn't care less—about the parties, the fancy mansion, or Stella herself, frankly. Parties were never your first choice for outings; they were the most energy-draining events, with all the overcrowding and having to pretend to enjoy the company of ill-minded individuals.

But alas, you begrudgingly attend this one, and many others, as a representative of your family name. You're not silent in your disagreement, always voicing how they couldn't have picked a worse member for the job—if your frown, ever present since entering the oh-so-lovely and homey residency of the royal family, was anything to go by.

Doing your due diligence, you converse with a few guests as you make your way through the herd of people, keeping it curt and unseasoned. Finally, you reach the woman of the hour. Locating her wasn’t difficult; her boisterous, obnoxious laughter, reminiscent of a terribly played violin, rang through the room.

Exactly what you’d expect from her. Respectfully but quickly, you greet her, say a few false words of endearment about living a long life, and then scurry off back into the sea of snobby kiss asses. To her and anyone around her, it might look like you were scared, tucking your tail between your legs. In truth, you were trying to keep your big mouth shut in case she couldn’t keep her nasty comments to herself.

The party continues uneventfully. The music, more like a lullaby, would have lured you to sleep if you hadn’t downed a few cocktails to prevent it. The partygoers, annoying as they are, fail to read the room and approach you regardless of your many excuses to avoid meaningless conversation. They just want insight on why a (surname) is at a party alone, much less why you of all people are here.

By evening, you were running out of excuses until you grow hungry—using the lack of vegetarian options as a way to escape their gossip. Now standing beside a gigantic window, you contentedly munch on some leafy greens, finding interest in staring outside. The view is much more impressive than the building itself—isolated enough from Imp City yet overlooking it enough to make a grand statement. It is truly beautiful at night, the lights like little twinkling stars rivaling the sky.

Your head snaps in the direction of a crash, eyebrows raised in disbelief at the sight of wine dribbling down the glass of the window beside the one you stand near, shards scattered on the ground. To your surprise, or perhaps not, the vandal is Stella, who now leaves the scene in a fit of laughter, two idiots in tow beside her.

Why in hell would she do that to her own home? The thought Interest you some. She should know the potential damage that could have caused, let alone to one of her guests who could have been injured. Stella looked back, a sinister grin spreading across her face as she shot a rude remark past you towards someone. It made you realize she didn’t really care—neither about the mansion nor how it made her look.

Your lips form a tight line when you realize her comment was directed at her husband, who retorts with a low, irritated chirp. It seems this wasn’t much of a homey residence after all. Sighing, you place your drink onto the tray of a passing imp, heading over to the stained glass, each step revealing more of the prince hiding behind a column.

There wasn’t a memory with him that you could recall as you took out a handkerchief, wiping the window clean. You knew he attended all parties, cursed with the duty of family, but you never interacted with him. As you bent down, picking up the shards piece by piece, you considered whether you should approach him.

There were plenty of reasons why you didn’t want to or shouldn’t, like the vibe he was giving off as he shamelessly gulping down a bottle of absinthe. But it was your duty to greet all hosts, and even though he wasn’t mingling like his wife, he still counted. It was better to get it over with.

Hurriedly, you call over a wait staff, dropping the shards on their tray with a fleeting explanation, “Have that area swept thoroughly,” while gesturing towards it before brushing past them towards the prince. Stolas grew in size as the distance closed, standing a few feet taller than you. It would be only slightly intimidating if not for him choking on his drink after you suddenly appeared before him.

Sending him an apologetic smile, you bow, “Evening, Your Highness. Hope I didn’t frighten you.”

He managed to squeeze out, “I’m fine,” in the middle of coughing before fixing his posture and smoothing down his vest, handing the bottle to a imp beside him. “It’s quite alright. I just wasn’t expecting company…” he trails off, eyes flickering up and down, clearly confused as to who you are or why you were talking to him of all people in the room.

“I’m glad. I would hate to be the reason the prince falls ill. That would not bode well for my family,” you admit, half-jokingly, before addressing the second half of his statement. “You’re in a room full of like-minded people; surely someone besides me has come to talk with you.”

Right? Because that makes sense. He is the prince.

He blinks owlishly at you before stuttering, “Well—” He clears his throat, placing a hand on his abdomen before continuing, feigning nonchalance, “Why, of course. It’s only appropriate in this setting. I presume that’s your current agenda?”

“Yes,” you answer truthfully, finally glancing up and pausing. A giant banner hangs loosely above his head that reads “NOT DIVORCED!” in bold lettering. Usually the observant type, how in the world did you miss this? “However, if I’m honest, that’s part of the reason,” you add, curiously. You didn't realize it was that kind of party. Maybe you should start paying more attention to the invitations.

“Oh?” Stolas tilts his head slightly, eyes widening. He leans in closer, his voice a mix of confusion and genuine interest, “And what, pray tell, is the other half of the reason?”

You open your mouth, ready to speak what’s on your mind. You've never been one to hide how you feel—superior or not—otherwise, it would consume you. But then you close it, pursing your lips in thought. Perhaps that would be too rude, too personal off the jump, too far outside your jurisdiction to ask him about his marriage at his “not divorced” party, which his wicked wife obviously threw just to spite him.

Damn, you wish more than anything that you could have continued the party without ever seeing that sign or witnessing Stella’s public display. You didn’t care for gossip, but you were a curious individual by nature. He’s standing there, waiting on you to say something—anything, or you’ll risk looking like a fool.

“Do you want to get out of here?” you blurt out after a pregnant pause, cursing yourself inwardly for what you were getting yourself into. Anything would be better than what had came out of your lips.

His body recoils in apparent disgust at what you dare ask him, a prince. You can’t say you blame him; you’d be creeped out if a random nobody asked that too. “Wait, what?” he replies, dumbfounded at your boldness. Was this a joke? He scans around the room, as if searching for something but finds nothing before returning his gaze to you, a faint blush dusting his face. “Could you repeat that?”

You've made your bed, might as well lie in it. Besides, you never wanted to be at this party in the first place, and it's becoming painfully dull. Ideally, you'd slip away alone after greeting him—but this could work out—satisfying your curiosity before the night is over, it could potentially end badly but who knows when you'll cross paths again. Probably at another miserable gathering, actually.

"Ditch the party with me?" You casually rephrase, keeping your head high, silently hoping you don't come off as too much of an idiot. “Or not. Either way, I’m bored stiff here, and it doesn’t look like you’re having a blast either.”

Stolas blinks a few times, processing your proposition. “You’re suggesting leaving the party together?” he repeats, confirming what you’ve just asked, though you’d already clarified it. His lips curl into a hesitant smile, betraying a hint of nervousness at the unexpected proposal.

“And where would we go?” There’s a playful gleam in his eyes, signaling his curiosity and a willingness to entertain the idea of breaking away from the formalities of the event.

You hum in thought, not having planned that far ahead, before shrugging and tilting your head with a genuine smile. "What about the garden? There seem to be a lot of plants around the palace. Someone must really care for them. I bet it’s beautiful," you suggest, recalling the impressive variety of plants, including the carnivorous ones, on the way to the ballroom.

His feathers ruffle as he lets out a low, excited squeal, his smile growing more confident as he leans down to your height. "You have an interest in plants?" he asks, almost unable to believe it, his hands clasped together. Everyone he's ever come across has called his interests boring. He never had a friend who was.

You nod, your posture relaxing after seeing his genuine reaction. "It's a bonding activity between my mother and me that started in childhood. I take it by your reaction that you handle their care?" Perhaps he could be good company after all.

His comical blush returns when he remembers that your suggestion came with a compliment. “Yes, I do. I’m surprised you noticed. Not everyone cares for botany…” He gestures toward the exit, silently saying ‘after you’ before adding, “I would be delighted to accompany you to the garden. I can show you the new species of carnivorous plant I acquired...if you’d like?”

Chuckling at his enthusiasm, you nod and reply, “I’d love that.” You head toward the door, with Stolas quickly falling into step beside you, his hands interlocking behind his back. There’s a respectable distance between you both, ensuring you don’t draw unnecessary attention as you discreetly leave together.

Stolas takes the lead after exiting the ballroom, and a comfortable silence settles between you, broken only by the sound of your footsteps. You notice how he occasionally glances at you, curiosity and excitement in his eyes, as the distance between you subtly closes. You don't voice your observation, letting him assume he's being sneaky when he's not.

"You know," he begins softly, eyes now trained forward, "I never caught your name." A stifled snicker escapes you, causing him to snap his eyes towards you, filled with confusion and a tad bit of worry. "Did I say something amusing?" he asks, tilting his head slightly.

Shaking your head, you respond, "No, it's just... It's a silly thought to think that you might know who I am." you tease.

A flustered noise escapes him, his shoulders stiffening as his mouth drops open and then snaps shut. He stops abruptly, turning his whole body toward you as he stutters, “That’s not... well, the reason...” He struggles to find his words before speaking honestly, “I don’t have a real reason, but if I had met you before, I wouldn’t forget you.” As if he could, you were the first creature in a long while to spark his interest so effortlessly.

Sighing softly, you gesture for him to continue walking. "Actually, it's refreshing not to be noticed immediately upon entering a room," you admit with a slight smile.

Finally reaching the garden, he opens the door and holds it for you, a gentle smile playing on his lips. “I understand how you might feel,” he sympathizes softly, closing the door behind him as he follows you inside. He watches with pride as your eyes widen in awe at the lush, vibrant space filled with an array of plants.

Taking your hand lightly, he guides you to a particular section of the garden where an unusual, striking plant catches your eye. “This is it,” he says, reluctantly letting go of your hand. “My newest addition. Isn’t it fascinating?”

You glance between him and the plant, chuckling in disbelief. "You’re kidding, right?" Your eyebrows shoot up at his confused expression. "Satan, I don’t know what I was expecting, but this—this wasn’t it. How in hell did you get an earth plant to thrive?"

He hums, glancing at the plant lovingly. "A bit of nurturing, a touch of magic, and voilà—a thriving earth plant."

"That simple, huh?" you ask, stepping up to touch the plant. It's soft under your touch and bends with ease—it's real. He wasn’t joking, but then again, why would he with all these other live plants around? It’s just a little hard to believe, is all. “Simple but significant.” you add, remember an affirmation your mother used to say.

Smiling, you let go of the leaf, your eyes following a path that leads deeper into the garden. You start walking, momentarily forgetting your original agenda: why throw a 'not divorce party'? Why not a normal party like normal couples do? But then again, was anything ever normal when you’re raised in the royal family?

Chances are they were arranged before they could even walk. Everyone who grew up in the scene knew that love wasn’t always part of those kinds of marriages. But you thought that wasn’t the case with those two. They hid it so well.

You become so engrossed in the scenery that you jump slightly when Stolas starts to speak, forgetting that you are in his home and not a museum. “Earlier… you said greeting me was only part of your agenda.” He raises his arms in a gesture of harmlessness noticing your jitteriness before continuing, “I’m purely curious… inviting me to escape with you wasn’t the other half, was it?”

"You’re more observant than I gave you credit for," you tease lightly. "You’re right. I still think it’s a touchy subject for you, but I can’t help myself. It’s like an itch in my brain that needs to be satisfied."

“There’s a lot you’d come to find out about me. I’m quite attentive toward things or people who interest me. Plants, my darling Octavia…” Stolas trails off, leaving his lost words hanging tensely in the air, but his gentle eyes on you have you forcing your brain to stop misinterpreting him. He shakes his head, as if to dismiss his own thoughts, "You can ask, as long as I get to ask you one in return. A fair exchange, yes?"

“Fair enough,” you agree, still hesitant and unsure of how he would take it but blurting out your question anyway. “It’s not hard to see that there’s some tension between you and your wife… almost painfully obvious.” You sigh, recalling the earlier events. “So my question is, why are you together, throwing a ‘not divorce’ party when it so clearly should be the opposite?”

There’s a long, pregnant pause between you two. Stolas stares at you, blinking as he processes your question, truly not expecting that to be what was on your mind. You were right—it was a rather personal question, one that really wasn’t any of your business. The nerve of you to be so crass as to ask him that of all questions, and yet, he couldn’t find it in himself to dismiss you.

Instead, he thought of all the reasons why he should answer—someone cares, someone’s listening… the list goes on and he checks them all off. The results are in and it’s still unclear if he should, even though his heart wants him to. Eventually, he expresses himself candidly, laying himself bare for a stranger who unexpectedly stepped inside his world.

Stolas sighs heavily, running a hand through his hair as he looks down at the ground. For a moment, he seems lost in thought, grappling with the complexity of his situation.

"It's... complicated. Stella and I, we've grown apart, to say the least. Our marriage was never really based on love or mutual respect, but more on the idea of strengthening our family's influence and securing alliances."

He lifts his gaze to meet yours, his eyes haunted by a deep sadness.

"But to leave her... it's not that simple. Divorce is rare and scandalous in Goetia. It would be a massive blow to my reputation, and I'm not sure I'm ready to face that kind of backlash just yet."

He shrugs, a wry smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as exhaustion settles on his face. The facade he’s been building crumbles in the wake of vulnerability. Now you feel slightly guilty for asking, but you know you had to—not because you were nosy anymore, but partly because he needs to know that there is an alternate ending, one where he could be happy. That it was possible, you were proof.

“I understand the expectations of royals as much as you do. However, I refused to give up that part of my life to my duties. I saw how taxing it could be from the outside looking in. Sometimes it works, other times it doesn’t. I couldn’t leave that up to chance, and I believe you shouldn’t have to either. So what if the royal family judges you? They’re going to do that regardless. If they are, why not live for yourself? You don’t have much to gain from the marriage anymore. Your daughter’s nearing adulthood, right?”

Stolas numbly nods, hanging onto every word. “Then set yourself free before you drive yourself mad trying to keep up with appearances.”

Stolas is at a loss for words. No one has ever cared enough about him to offer such kind words of support. Not his father, not his wife, not even those with whom he sought intimacy. Yet here you are, a stranger, offering him hope. He feels himself choking up with emotion, but he expertly covers it with a cough and a polite smile behind his hand.

However, you can see just how much your words have affected him when you look into his glossed-over eyes. It's like looking at freshly polished rubies. You fear if you confess that the tears he hasn’t shed will flow. Heavens when did you become so soft…

His hand moves from his lips to rest over his heart, which beats so aggressively against his ribcage that he might be concerned if he weren't immortal. You are dangerous for his health, he thinks, when you tilt your head cutely, causing his heart to flutter momentarily before finding its appropriate rhythm again. His throat tightens as he tries to swallow with a dry mouth.

“That might be the kindest and most genuine advice anyone has given me… thank you,” he mutters, afraid to speak louder than a whisper for this conversation. Stolas's face grows hot as he confesses his next words, a hint of longing in his voice, “I wish I had stood up for myself then. Maybe things would have been different…”

“It’s never too late to do what’s right by you.” you reply without a beat, nodding in all seriousness.

“You’re right!” Stolas steps closer to you, moving his hand closer to yours. “It’s time to live for myself. I think I deserve that much. You’ve given me much to think about.” His hand hesitantly brushes against yours. “But I do believe it’s my turn for a question.”

You perk a brow at his change in tone, noticing it drop an octave but it doesn’t match the coy smile he sends you. “I said it before: it’s only fair after the little discomfort I caused you,” you remind him, side-eyeing him, standing rigid and unsure of the sudden change in atmosphere.

He chuckles softly, finally taking your hand in his, “The only discomfort I felt was at that stuffy party, which was soothed by your presence,” he replies, before dipping down to place a gentle kiss on the back of your hand. “Can we do this again? Going out, I mean.” Rising back up but not letting go of your hand, he continues, “I enjoy your company, and your honesty is a breath of fresh air compared to everyone sugar-coating. You’re the first person I’ve met who shares my interests too. It would be a shame, on my part, to leave it at this.”

Your purse your lips, brows furrowed. Since attending this party, nothing has gone right. Instead of leaving alone, you ended up escaping with the prince, and now he wants to see you again. It wouldn’t be an issue if it weren’t for the subtle hints he been giving since you’ve met. Let’s not forget that he is still married.

Despite how shitty a marriage it may be, he was taken. Not that it was your intention to steal him away in the first place. This could only end badly if people were to take your sudden friendship the wrong way. Now getting out of an arranged marriage with someone else was one thing, but having a situationship with the prince of Hell was another.

How were you going to spin this? You avert your eyes from his, filled with anticipation and hope, ignoring the gentle squeeze of his hand in yours. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, your highness.”

Stolas coaxingly coos gently, drawing your attention to your hands, which he interlocks. "Oh, please? We could have it at your place this time if it'll make you more comfortable."

"Oh fuck me," you groan, closing your eyes and rubbing the back of your neck with your free hand, missing the way Stolas bites his lip as a shiver slithers through his body. You reluctantly agree, opening your eyes, "Alright... You have to give me time to get everything up to par for a prince."

"Not need! For company like yours, I’m fine anywhere."

rules, masterlist

[helluva-simper]

"Stay.... Please..."

Yep! That's what I am naming this fic. So this story is taking much longer than I expected especially since I write everything on paper first. So instead of leaving y'all in the dust for another week I shall give you a snippet of the story.

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You walk through the dim hallways of your master’s estate. Hushed voices filled the air as the rest of the staff got ready for bed.The hallway had items that had thin pieces of cloth on top of them making the area look bare and abandoned. In one hand you held a serving tray with four different drinks.

As you came to your first pit stop, you could already hear your mistress cackling from her room, trash-talking her husband to her friends. “I still can’t believe that piece of crap cheated on ME with such a lowly creature.  And you would think he would have some class.” She said before laughing again. 

You knock on your mistress’ door, silencing her. As soon as you enter the room, without dropping the drinks, you crouch as an empty glass cup is thrown straight at your head. When the glass shards fall to the ground, she says, “ I told you I was freaking parched! I thought that meant to hurry the freak up! Not take your precious time!” She exclaims. 

Walking to her, you say, “ Sorry, mistress.” Using the hand that wasn’t holding the tray, you grab the cup of white wine and sit it down next to her then quickly make your way out of the room. Turning around, you walk to the room that was diagonally across your mistress’ room.

You walk to it knocking on the door. “Leave.” Your master says. His voice sounded hoarse and dry. You frown. Knocking on the door again, you suddenly hear footsteps make their way to the door. It swings open revealing Stolas, your master, who looked like… a mess. His eyes were filled with tears while his face was stained with them. He was wrapped up in a blanket. You really didn’t know what happened. You feel a twinge of pity, though not entirely.

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Also! Like I said the fic is not finished yet so there may be adjustments to it. So until we meet again!

[the-s1lly-corner]

O P X w/ Stolas (fluff alphabet)

wooooo first stolas post heres to hoping i do him some justice, bare with me i have never written for this man before so uhuhuhuhuh,... need to find my footing hisshiss prompts: oddity, petnames, xray notes: reader is male, masculine and unisex may or may not be used... i tend to write these before the actual post, post mostly focuses on stolas, written on mobile cws: none

ODDITY

Bird noises... so many bird noises...

Hoots and chirps and squawks, its a little... funny and cute, it makes stolas.... stolas!

Cooing noises as he presses his forehead to yours as you dance together

A hoot as his feathers ruffle as he watches you work from afar

PET NAMES

He calls you: darling, dear, dearest, pet (typically teasing and sometimes.. without much thought to how it may make you feel... if it bothers you PLEASE let him know and he will stop in an instant!)

He likes being called: lovely, pretty, beautiful, baby... does like some of the... dirtier names but these are what you call him on the day to day

X RAY

He can read you when theres something obviously off.. however if theres something going on with you it's best to outright communicate what's going on

He has so much going on, mainly with the divorce and stella being... stella... as well as other stuff that... being straight forward would be very appreciated

If it were any other time then he would be pretty solid with being in tune with you and would be better at reading you better- stress can ruin someone

[cloudzzcore]

Stolas x Artist!GN!Reader headcanons

This might short bc I’m kinda tired

When you two meet you were the one painting the Goetias family’s portrait. And you had such amazing talent! Everything was so accurate.

Stella didn’t like how much Stolas would talk to you while he was giving you reference photos, He was infatuated with you.

How you spoke, how organized you were with your paints, how could you stand talking to Stella and not get annoyed by her.

You were just an Enigma to Stolas because of last thing.

When you packing up he definitely pulled you aside to ask for you number.. For you paint the next portrait of just him..

Just him. Definitely not to get to know you more.

Your first date definitely was a painting date, the both of you having drinks while painting.

You taught Stolas different painting styles.

Stolas probably accidentally drank his paint water at some point thinking it was his wine.

Ugh I hate how short this is but I literally have no ideas rn.

[sillysimplysilky]

Helluva Boss

Please let me know if one of the links do not work!

Started: 05/29/2024

Ended:

Cast

Multiple Characters

Blitzo

Millie

Moxxie

Loona

Verosika Mayday

Stolas (GN/M Readers)

Octavia (Platonic)

Fizzarolli

Asmodeus

Beelzebub

[cielo-chii]

I love you bitch by VINE

I can’t do animation so I did this lil comic, for a immersive experience listen the sound in the link

Thank you for your time 🤡

[birdy-babe]

Blitzøs entire life spent being unwanted. So he adapted, and learned how to be something needed, something to be used.

Which is why I think he firmly believes he is being used by Stolas. He simply cannot fathom a different reality, one in which he is wanted for once in his life.

[theamberfist]

Sink or Swim Part 2 | Stolas x Reader

Romantic! Stolas x Swim Instructor! Reader

Description: When Stolas is busy, Stella must take Octavia to her swim lessons instead; which no one is very happy about.

(Notes:) (gender neutral reader) (reader is a sinner) (reader is young Octavia's swim teacher) (Part 2 of Sink or Swim)

Words: 2,488

Read part 1 here

"We're going to be late!" Octavia called as she tugged on the taller owl's hand. "Mommy, come on!" 

Stella rolled eyes but followed after her daughter, who was practically dragging her to the pool. For the owlet's sake, she kept her frustration about the situation inside for now. After all, swim lessons had never been her idea, so it peeved her that she was now the one having to deal with them because of Stolas.

The prince would have attended in her place like usual if not for some work-related obligation that had come up. And, since the pool had a rule that required a parent to be present for all lessons, Stella had been forced to perform the responsibility in his absence until he got back. He'd promised to be as quick as possible, hoping to show up before the lesson ended, but she highly doubted that would happen. 

Finally, they reached the building and headed inside, where the imp at the front desk immediately recognized Octavia and checked them in. Stella helped her into her swim suit, thankful that the little girl was at least old enough now that she wouldn't have to get in the water with her.

Stella couldn't understand the point anyway. It wasn't as if any of them used the pool they had at the house, and she would hardly have been caught dead getting her feathers wet, anyway. She didn't know why Stolas insisted on keeping Via enrolled in her lessons these last couple years, but it seemed it was just another reason for her to hate him. 

Finally, she and Octavia made their way onto the pool deck, where the little owlet instantly recognized her swim teacher and grinned from ear to ear. She called your name and then let go of her mother's hand; taking off running for the water. 

"By all means, run." Stella mumbled sarcastically. You turned around, smiling but reminding the girl not to run. She slowed her pace but continued going over to you. 

"Good to see you again, Octavia." You smiled before pulling yourself out of the water you'd been waiting in. When you noticed Stella, rather than Stolas following behind her, a look of slight surprise appeared on your face. There was a flash of disappointment in your eyes, too, before you quickly put on a smile and took a step forward, extending your hand to her.

"Hi, I'm-" She cut you off.

"I do not care," she informed you with a wave of her hand, "Just get on with it. You're lucky we didn't skip this lesson entirely." You retracted your hand at that; smile faltering.

"Alright..." You could only assume that this must have been Stolas' wife from the way he'd described her to you before. She was even worse than you expected, but you had little time to dwell on it as Octavia gently tapped your leg. 

"Can we get in the water?" She asked excitedly, "I wanna show Mama what I can do!" Your smile returned at that and you nodded, leading her back to the side of the pool as her mother collapsed on a nearby pool chair.

Sighing, you hopped in the pool and then turned to help the little owl after you. She was even more eager than usual to be in the water, and you assumed it had to do with the excitement of a different parent having accompanied her; though you could hardly share her sentiment. 

Once she was in the pool and holding onto the side, you started her on her usual drills. Since you'd been working with Octavia since she was an infant, you were well aware of her strengths and weaknesses, as well as her favorite activities when it came to your lessons. She chatted on as you two worked, telling you about whatever came to her mind, and you felt glad she'd gotten so comfortable with you over time. 

"Daddy's working today so Mommy brought me instead," she went on to explain as you two sat on the wall doing more kick drills now. 

"I saw." You smiled down at her, trying to keep the positive energy you knew was so necessary for teaching kids. 

"But he said maybe he'll be able to come to the end of the lesson," Octavia explained, "So maybe they can both watch me then!" You grinned and then pushed yourself into the water before turning to her.

"I'm sure he'll try his best to make it." And, if you were being honest, you hoped you were right. Stolas' company at these lessons was something you thoroughly enjoyed. He would always chat with you before and afterwards, and had such insightful thoughts that you constantly looked forward to his and his daughter's weekly classes. 

Stella, on the other hand, was thoroughly uninterested in what her daughter was up to; her eyes trained on her phone as she lounged on the pool chair. Considering she'd shown up in a full gown, you assumed she didn't find herself in places like this often, and therefore, did not care what you taught Octavia so long as you left her alone.

The owlet seemed to notice this because a frown appeared on her face. When you took her in your arms and began helping her with her front glides, she called out to her mother on the deck.

"Mommy, look at me!"

Stella's eyes never left her phone. "That's nice, Via." She replied. Unfortunately for her, though, her child was smarter than she seemed to give her credit for and her frown deepened. 

"You aren't looking!" She exclaimed sadly as you reminded her to kick her legs. Stella rolled her eyes before glancing up for a second and then returning to her phone. 

"You're doing great." She said dismissively. Octavia looked a little sad so you quickly stepped in to cover.

"She's right; you're doing great," you told the girl with a reassuring smile, "Can you look down at the bottom of the pool? See if there are any runaway fish down there I need to catch." Octavia giggled at that but obliged anyway and put her face down in the water to check for said fish. 

After a moment, she looked back up with a bright smile. "No fish!" She exclaimed happily and you smiled back at her.

"None? Are you sure?" You asked cheerfully and she looked down again for good measure. Finally, she raised her head again. 

"No fish!" You giggled and she did the same as you finally brought her into the wall. 

"Well, thank you for checking!" You told her, "I'm glad we don't have any loose fish today." You placed her on the wall again where she checked to see if Stella had bene watching.

As expected, she hadn't. Octavia's smile immediately dropped and she turned back to you with a sad expression. Feeling pressure to keep her happy, you quickly spoke up. "How about we work on your back float again, hmm?" You suggested. She nodded slowly before letting you support her back and leaning into your hold. 

"Lay back like you're sleeping in bed," you reminded her, "and look to see if any fish are in the sky!"

"The sky?" She asked through giggles and you nodded.

"Yep! Sometimes they like to swim around up there. Watch out for Craig specifically; he'll try to splash you." Octavia laughed before bringing her head up to look at Stella again. You couldn't help but feel bad for the girl's neglect by her mother; wishing Stolas would come back to encourage her like he always did. It was so important that kids be told how proud their parents were of them; you knew that. 

"Mommy, look at me!" She called again and your heart squeezed. Stella glanced up again.

"Great, sweetie." She replied nonchalantly. This seemed to finally be enough to upset the owlet, though, because she didn't take it for an answer. 

"You aren't looking!"

"Yes I am!" Stella shouted back, angry herself now. 

"No you aren't!" Octavia replied, crossing her arms as she continued to float on her back with your support. "You're not close enough to see!" Stella rolled her eyes again but stood from her pool chair now and put her arms out as if to say 'see?' 

"Better?" She asked in a frustrated tone.

"No!" Octavia called back, "You aren't close enough!" Grumbling, Stella took a few steps closer to the pool. Before she could even ask, though, Octavia was already calling to her. "You're not close enough, Mama!" She exclaimed through slightly teary eyes that made your heart clench, "I want you to see!"

Nearly fuming now, Stella came even closer to the pool so that her feet were right by the edge now. "There, am I close enough for you n-" She couldn't even finish her sentence, though, because as she was walking towards the edge, she slipped on some water and fell back. Her back smacked into the concrete of the pool deck and then the rest of her body slid into the water. 

It was at this moment when you realized Octavia's mother likely did not know how to swim. She flailed about in the water, which was a little deeper than where you currently stood holding the owlet, and seemed to panic as the weight of her huge dress pulled her down. 

To make matters worse, the lifeguard that was currently supposed to be watching the pool while you taught your lesson was hardly paying attention. Even when you called his name, he hardly batted an eye. Sighing, you replaced Octavia so that she comfortably rested in your left arm now; the way a parent might carry their toddler around.

There was no time to put her safely on the deck if you wanted to save her mother, and it wasn't as if you could leave the girl in the water by herself yet when she had only ever ran assisted drills up to this point. So, you were left with no choice by to swim through the water and towards Stella with the little girl in your arm. 

"Mommy!" The owlet called in fear as you finally made your way over to her mother. Stella was still flailing about in the water, which was a good thing at least, since it meant she hadn't yet lost consciousness. 

Amidst all the commotion, you didn't even notice that another owl now entered the scene, coming onto the pool deck with a bright smile that immediately disappeared when he saw what was going on. Unsure what to do, he rushed over to the deck near where you and his family were, but he worried he might not reach your group in time to help. 

Finally, you reached Stella and grabbed her by the waist with your free arm, dragging her up to the surface as she continued to flail. She smacked you in the face multiple times but you didn't waver; keeping Octavia away from the path of her arms and making sure both their heads stayed above the water. 

The lifeguard finally seemed to have noticed what was going on now, because he stood from his chair as if to help, but you just glared at him; having already done most of his job in this situation. 

You reached the pool deck now, where you let go of Octavia as soon as she was holding onto the wall. Stolas reached you too, immediately taking her into his arms and out of the water as he asked if she was alright. 

You turned your attention to the still-panicking Stella now; making sure she was still breathing as you helped her to sit on the poolside. The lifeguard had grabbed a first aid kit and was coming over to you four now as you looked her over. Luckily, she seemed relatively unharmed, aside from the scare. 

"Are you alright?" You asked, "You didn't hit your head when you fell, did you?" Now that she was on dry land, the owl's glare returned as she stared you down.

"No," she replied, crossing her arms, "But my dress is completely ruined! This is all your fault; you filthy sinner!" With that, she stood up from the side of the pool and stomped away, ignoring the lifeguard that tried to offer her medical attention as she passed. 

"Mama, where are you going?" Octavia called from her father's arms. Stella didn't pause.

"To get a new dress tailored!" Stella called back, glancing at you again, "And I'll be billing you for it!" Finally, she stormed through the locker rooms and out of the building as you shuddered. The lifeguard gave you a look that asked if you were okay but you just nodded and waved him off; pulling yourself out of the water. 

"I think that'll be it for our lesson today," you sighed, turning to Stolas, "I'm so sorry about that." Before he could reply, the owlet in his arms shook her head.

"It wasn't your fault; Mama fell!" She exclaimed as your expression softened. She turned back to her father now. "She needs swim lessons too." He smiled.

"I don't think your mother will be going anywhere near the water after that." He admitted and then looked to you. "But I am sure you had nothing to do with it. Stella can be quite...Easily angered." If he were being completely honest, he couldn't help but wish she hadn't been saved, but he knew you would never let that happen. "And, of course, I will not allow her to take any legal action against you; that includes her clothing expenses." You grinned.

"Thank you, Stolas." You said softly, grabbing your towel from one of the nearby pool chairs and wrapping it around yourself. "If you want to reschedule your next lessons with someone else, I understand." You would have expected him to do so, actually, but he quickly shook his head.

"No need!" He exclaimed a little too hurriedly, "Via enjoys working with you so much and I wouldn't want to uproot her over something like this!" Luckily, the little girl in his arms nodded in agreement, effectively covering for him. You smiled back.

"If that's what you want."

"It is." Stolas assured you with a grin, "It really is." There was a brief moment of silence between you both as you gazed into one another's eyes, and then the prince finally remembered where he was and what was going on as he composed himself by clearing his throat. 

"A-anyway," he spoke, "Thank you for saving my...wife." Your heart clenched at the word but you nodded.

"Of course." Then, you turned to Octavia, who was still in her father's arms. "I'll see you next week!" You told her, "Then you can show your dad how much progress we made today." She grinned and nodded excitedly.

"Yeah!"

With that, you bid them both farewell and watched as Stolas carried his daughter out of the pool building. Somehow, as he left, it felt as if a part of your heart went with him. 

[gyroshrike]

Finally finished the thing

[married-to-google-translater]

Yandere Stolas headcanon

Stolas would be a really clingy, maybe a bit possessive but otherwise really mild Yandere.

He would just like to feel loved at least once in his life.

And when he met you he would be sure that you were the one.

Stolas would just... know that.

He couldn't really explain his feelings.

But Stolas would know that you would be the one.

He would like to spend a lot of time with you.

Learn what you like and what you don't like.

Giving you a lot of attention and just being with you.

Stolas doesn't have much experience in love.

Stolas could come a little over.

He would just like to be your people.

Could definitely send several messages a day to you.

He would quickly get worried if you didn't answer.

Stolas would know his position and he wouldn't want to use it against you.

But if you leave him no other choice, he would have to.

Although Stolas by no means wants your love to be forced.

Stolas would not be the type to dish out punishments.

He would love to talk to you.

But be careful...

Bird boy would secretly be a good manipulator

[freakyfrye]

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𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙄𝙎 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙎𝙊𝙐𝙉𝘿 𝙊𝙁 𝘼 𝙁𝙐𝘾𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝘿𝙄𝙑𝙊𝙍𝘾𝙀

𐚁ᥫ᭡. 𝕾𝔱𝔬𝔩𝔞𝔰 𝕲𝔬𝔢𝔱𝔦𝔞

♡ 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔦𝔪𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰/𝔰𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔱𝔰 ♡

perfect stranger (swan! gn! reader). IN WHICH, stolas meets reader at the ‘not divorce’ party instead of blitzø

♡ 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔟𝔟𝔩𝔢𝔰 ♡

𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙖𝙨𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙡𝙡 𝙜𝙤 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𐚁ᥫ᭡. 𝕭𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔷ø 𝕭𝔲𝔠𝔨𝔷𝔬

♡ 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔦𝔪𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰/𝔰𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔱𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔟𝔟𝔩𝔢𝔰 ♡

𝙊𝙛 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙃𝙚𝙡𝙡, 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙡.

𐚁ᥫ᭡. 𝕸𝔬𝔵𝔵𝔦𝔢 & 𝕸𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔢

♡ 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔦𝔪𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰/𝔰𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔱𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔟𝔟𝔩𝔢𝔰 ♡

𝙄𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙖 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙮𝙥𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙨? 𐚁ᥫ᭡. 𝕷𝔬𝔬𝔫𝔞

♡ 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰 ♡

your annoying but ily (gn! reader) IN WHICH, loona has a partner that can’t get enough of her touch

♡ 𝔦𝔪𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰/𝔰𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔱𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔟𝔟𝔩𝔢𝔰 ♡

𝙂𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩! 𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙩!

𐚁ᥫ᭡. 𝔉𝔦𝔷𝔷𝔞𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔢 & 𝔄𝔰𝔪𝔬𝔡𝔢𝔲𝔰

♡ 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔦𝔪𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰/𝔰𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔱𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔟𝔟𝔩𝔢𝔰 ♡

𝙄'𝙢 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙖 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣' 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𐚁ᥫ᭡. 𝔖𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔨𝔢𝔯

♡ 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔦𝔪𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰/𝔰𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔱𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔟𝔟𝔩𝔢𝔰 ♡

𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚, 𝙄'𝙢 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚! 𐚁ᥫ᭡. 𝔚𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔚𝔞𝔠𝔨𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔡

♡ 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔦𝔪𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰/𝔰𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔱𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 ♡

♡ 𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔟𝔟𝔩𝔢𝔰 ♡

Characters are not mine. Moxxie and Loona includes genderbent versions.