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When Stolas opened his eyes, left with no memory of when he fell asleep, he was greeted by an incredible sight.
Across the room, next to a sliding glass door, Blitz was curled up on a beanbag chair, fast asleep.
It was then that the memories of the day before practically flooded his mind. What had started as a relaxing day of wallowing in his depression, as per usual, had turned into losing everything he had in one fell swoop.
Losing his freedom and powers was nothing compared to losing his daughter. Did Octavia even know what was going on? What did she think of him now? The thoughts of all that closed in on Stolas and he dug his fingers into the blanket he was given. Everything had happened so fast and he’d been left with no time to properly process any of it.
How was he even supposed to take any of it? There was so much to think about and consider. What was he supposed to do?
Stolas angled his head to the ceiling, unsure of what to do. He was living with Blitz now since he had nowhere else to go. Blitz had taken him in with no hesitation. Even though his apartment was probably cramped enough with him and Loona. From what little he was able to gather, there was only one bedroom and it was Loona’s. That was why Blitz was asleep on the beanbag.
There was no way this could last, right? Would Blitz really be willing to cram all three of them in his apartment like this?
Hearing a noise, Stolas turned his head to see that Blitz was waking up. It occurred to him that the imp had not changed out of his clothes from yesterday. Stolas watched as the imp sat up, stretched his arms, and let out a surprisingly squeaky yawn. This was followed by lip smacking, blinking his eyes out of sync and trying to focus.
It was cute. Stolas wished he had the capacity to fully appreciate it without the numbness setting in to remind him of his situation.
Blitz looked over at him, as if only just noticing him. Then he smiled tenderly and his eyes actually lit up. Stolas felt his heart skip a beat.
It was the same way Blitz had been looking at him yesterday. A look he’d never seen before. Sure, he’d seen Blitz’s smiles from time to time, but not like this. There was such a warmth and tenderness to his smile. Like he was truly happy to see him. The way Stolas had always longed to see from him.
Now that it was happening, what was he supposed to do with it?
“Hey Stolas,” Blitz said softly. “Morning.”
Oh gods. Even his voice was tender.
“Good morning,” Stolas managed, his voice hoarse.
Blitz got up from the beanbag chair and trailed over to the couch. The warm smile never left his face and his tail swayed lightly behind him. The imp paused, still smiling, and brought his hands behind his back in a rather demure manner.
“You feeling hungry?” Blitz asked.
Oh, right. He was supposed to still feed himself. Guilt ran through Stolas, wondering how and why Blitz was okay with this. He was now another mouth to feed and he literally couldn’t contribute to what was now their household.
Stolas wasn’t even very hungry. The thought of eating didn’t appeal to him. But like always, he felt he should at least try.
“I’ll try to,” Stolas replied, looking down at the horseshoe blanket still laying over him.
“Alrighty, you just sit tight here, okay?” Blitz said cheerily, placing a hand on his arm.
Blitz disappeared from his peripherals and all Stolas could do was lay there and stare at the wall. So many thoughts and emotions filled his head to the point that nothing was truly registering fully. It almost hurt as if his head was painfully containing everything.
Growing up privileged, having everything handed to him, never having to truly worry about anything, all of that was gone. Ripped away from him instantly. It had all happened so fast.
There were no answers he could obtain about what he would do for the next century. Having no powers meant he couldn’t do much. His skills were far from marketable.
Who was going to hire a former prince? He was surely considered a pariah now, so anyone would understandably turn him away immediately.
Stolas sighed heavily. He was useless. A burden. There was no way Blitz wouldn’t get tired of this and throw him out. Stolas wouldn’t blame him at all.
Some time had passed because before he knew it, Blitz was back in view. The imp was still smiling at him with that warm, tender smile that didn’t seem to be leaving his face anytime soon.
Oh gods, Blitz looked so handsome. The morning light was pouring in through the slats of the shutter blinds and then fully through the sliding glass door further down. The imp looked so soft and bright.
“C’mon,” Blitz said as he slid his hands down Stolas arms until he took hold of Stolas’ hands.
Stolas let Blitz take his hands, help him sit up, and then pull him from the couch. Like yesterday, Blitz was so gentle, just guiding him along. All while smiling at him tenderly.
Loona was already seated at the table situated next to the kitchen peninsula, eating her breakfast. She looked up at Stolas and smiled, waving at him. For a moment, Stolas wasn’t sure what to do, but weakly raised a hand to greet her in return.
Blitz still held his hand and pulled out the other chair for him. Since there was no way Stolas could get his knees beneath the short table, he had to sit slightly sideways to accommodate his longer legs.
There was a plate of pancakes with some syrup from Gluttony sprinkled on. But the top pancake actually had a smiley face drawn on with syrup.
Even more surprising was that there was a mug next to the plate with a tea bag hanging from it.
“I, uh… don’t have your fancy ass tea, but turns out I still have some, figured you’d prefer that than coffee, heh.” Blitz rubbed the back of his neck, looking bashful.
Stolas stared at him, stunned. Blitz remembered that he liked tea?
“I’ll be right here if you need anything,” Blitz went on, placing a hand on Stolas’ shoulder. He smiled more, squeezed and headed into the kitchen area.
Although Stolas had little appetite, he slowly ate away at his pancakes. They were delicious and the syrup was clearly the real deal. The tea was orange pekoe, which while not a top favourite, was still very welcome.
Blitz meanwhile ate standing up at the peninsula, scrolling on his phone. Loona eventually finished her breakfast and stood up. She set her plate and utensils on the peninsula before retreating to her bedroom.
At one point, Stolas did have a funny feeling, and looked up. To his shock, Blitz was staring at him. The imp had his chin on his hand, his tail swayed behind him, and he was still wearing that tender smile. As though he were gazing at something lovely.
It made Stolas wonder, what was going on? He did not delude himself to think he looked pretty or sexy right now. If anything, he probably looked haggard and messy.
But Blitz’s gaze nor smile ever wavered.
What was going on in that head of his?
Once Stolas finished what he could, Blitz took his plate and utensils along with the mug. Everything was brought to the sink and Blitz went about washing the dishes.
“Um… thank you,” Stolas murmured, now completely unsure of what to do.
Blitz looked over at him and smiled more. “You’re welcome.”
Why did Blitz have to insist on smiling at him like that? It was making Stolas’ body weak.
Unsure of what to do, Stolas trailed over to the couch and sat down. This whole thing now left him wondering about how his days would be spent.
No way would Blitz accept him being lazy and not doing anything productive. But what could he do? Everything Stolas needed done was often handled by his servants. He wasn’t stupid, he knew how some basic things operated, but performing those tasks weren’t something he ever needed to do.
Before Stolas knew it, Blitz was in his line of vision again, arms behind his back.
“So, Stolas… do you want to come with us to the office today? I mean, we have some shit to sort out and a mess to clean up, but that’s small potatoes, heh.” Blitz looked sheepish and scuffed his boot into the floor.
Stolas was shocked. Blitz wanted to bring him to the office? A part of Stolas just wanted to stay behind and wallow in his feelings. But at the same time, he also didn’t want to be left alone. Yet he also hoped he wouldn’t be intruding or making anyone uncomfortable.
“Are you certain? I wouldn’t want to…” Stolas trailed off, holding his arm. He couldn’t necessarily say he wouldn’t impose since he was already doing that.
Okay, maybe now he’d get a sarcastic and snarky response. That was how Blitz was, after all. He’d seen that before when asking Blitz if he was certain about a new position or toy or kink idea they could try.
Instead, Blitz just nodded and his smile remained. “Definitely sure.”
Oh.
Stolas looked down, a bit bashful and still not sure what to do with how soft Blitz was being. He knew Blitz was perfectly capable of it, his aftercare had always been impeccable and full of warmth. But receiving it so much was something else.
Well, Stolas made up his mind. It was hard to say no to that handsome, wonderful face, and sweet smile.
“Alright. I’ll come along,” he said.
This, for some reason, made Blitz’s eyes light up even more and his smile grew.
“Great! It’ll get you out of the house, anyway,” Blitz went on, holding his hand out to him.
Stolas placed his hand into Blitz’s, gently holding on. Blitz pulled him up to stand and Loona appeared.
“We taking the van?” Loona asked.
Blitz was about to answer, but then he frowned and thought for a moment. “Actually Loona, let’s just use this bad boy to get there for now.”
Loona seemed to understand and nodded. “Okay.”
With that, Blitz rubbed the Asmodean Crystal and a portal in its shape opened right up into the office. Loona went in first. Blitz looked up at Stolas and smiled, gesturing with his hands to go through.
“Pretty birds first,” he said.
Pretty?
Stolas blushed, unsure how to feel with such a compliment. He ducked his head and went through the portal, noting how he was going to need to get used to ducking through doorways now.
Once Blitz came through, the portal was closed and Stolas took a look around. There were papers strewn about all over the floor, Loona’s computer was wrecked, and there was a strange smell wafting through the air.
“Eh, nothing a little cleanup won’t fix!” Blitz said with a shrug, as if it were no big deal.
“Sure, Dad,” Loona deadpanned, but there was a tiny smile on her face. “I’m definitely gonna need a new computer, though.”
“Don’t worry, sweetie, you can use mine till I get you another one,” Blitz promised.
What Stolas wouldn’t give for Octavia to be here, too. He missed her so much. Yet, the tender fatherly care Blitz was showing toward Loona warmed his heart. No matter how much it reminded him of what he no longer had.
“Oh, Stolas! Shit, I almost forgot,” Blitz suddenly said, looking sheepish. He reached into his pocket and held something out to him. “I got your phone. It had some gunk on it, but I cleaned it and charged it. Tested it, it’s working fine. Don’t worry, I didn’t go through it! But if you have some horse pictures I don’t know about, I demand to see them!”
Blitz had to be trying to make him laugh. It was sweet of him to do, but Stolas just didn’t have it in him to do so. Nonetheless, it was such a kind gesture and he slowly took the phone.
“I… didn’t even think of this,” Stolas admitted, looking down at his phone for a moment. He looked back at Blitz, murmuring, “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” Blitz said, that same sweet smile on his face. “You know, if there’s anything you need, just let me know, okay?”
Stolas trembled slightly. That adoring smile was doing him in. That and the way Blitz’s eyes were so full of warmth.
“Okay,” Stolas managed.
Blitz took his hand and squeezed it, lingered for a few moments, and let go. He rubbed the Asmodean Crystal again, a portal appeared, and this time Moxxie and Millie came through.
“Morning, Blitz! How are you holding up, hon?” Millie asked, her gaze concerned, but happy.
“Oh, don’t worry about me, I’m great!” Blitz assured, laughing a bit and holding up his hands. “Anyway, Stolas is gonna be here with us. It’s gonna be take your owl to work day from now on!”
From now on?
This was when the two smaller imps took notice of him.
“Good morning, Stolas,” Moxxie said politely. “How are you feeling?”
Not sure how to answer, Stolas just hugged himself and said, “I’m okay. Thank you for asking.”
“We’re glad you’re okay,” Millie said kindly, smiling. “I know yesterday was a whoooole lot.”
Moxxie nodded. “I’m just very sorry that it had to happen like that, we never would have wanted that for you.”
Millie placed a hand on Stolas’ arm, her gaze rueful. “It ain’t easy, but you gotta know, you won’t be alone. We’ve got your back.”
“One hundred percent,” Moxxie agreed. “We’re here for you every step of the way.”
Dipping his head, Stolas had no idea how to even take any of it. He’d never imagined he could have support after going without it for so long. Was this what support felt like?
Although his heart warmed, his mind was still awash with everything that had happened, unable to focus on any one thing. Stolas managed to nod, barely looking at them, and he hoped it wasn’t too rude.
“I appreciate the sentiments, thank you,” Stolas mumbled.
Moxxie and Millie both smiled brightly at him. Then they went about the office to start cleaning up. Loona meanwhile was gathering the remains of her wrecked computer, grumbling to herself.
Stolas felt a hand touch him and his heart fluttered with delight as he knew it was Blitz’s hand. He met the imp’s gaze, which was the same adoring smile.
“You want to come sit on my chair?” Blitz asked.
His chair? Oh, right, office chair. Stolas gave a slight nod and Blitz led him into his private office. A shiver ran through Stolas. They’d had sex in here a few times, actually.
Despite everything, a small spark ran through him. It had to be the familiarity, the memory trying to pass through.
“Yeah, your turn to sit on my chair,” Blitz chuckled as he helped Stolas sit. “Need anything?”
Stolas shook his head. “I’m fine, thank you.”
Blitz nodded. “You just sit tight while I clean shit up and get organised. Let me know if you need something.”
Stolas nodded.
Then Blitz leaned over and pecked him on the cheek. Stolas’ eyes widened, his feathers fluffed up slightly, and his heart skipped.
What…?
Blitz hummed as he opened a drawer, pulled out his laptop, and exited the office. Stolas sat there, stunned, and placed his hand on the spot where Blitz had kissed him.
They had kissed so many times. Often with the intent of getting sexual or when they were recovering from sexual activity. Blitz was an amazing kisser and the things he could do with that incredible tongue of his had to be illegal.
But this was such a tender little peck on the cheek. The kind of kiss you would give to someone you cared for.
The thing was, Stolas couldn’t deny it. Blitz did care for him.
The thought had him blushing a bit. What was he supposed to do with this? He loved Blitz to the ends of Hell and back. More than he could ever say. Enough to want to give up his life so Blitz could live.
Had this been months ago, Stolas would’ve been thrilled. In a way, he still was. But his numbed mind, racing thoughts, and his broken heart from possibly not seeing his daughter for so long were not helping matters.
How was he supposed to show Blitz the same adoration he absolutely deserved?
Stolas took his phone and unlocked it. To absolutely no surprise, Stella had sent him a barrage of texts. Mostly emojis and insults about how pathetic he was. The temptation to block her number was strong, but if he did that, then she would use that against him somehow.
Octavia hadn’t texted. Somehow, he wasn’t surprised, but it still hurt. The urge to text her was strong, but he just couldn’t find the words to do so.
He checked the news outlets and groaned. Andrealphus was actually holding a press conference of sorts to address the matter of the trial and his new position as prince and commander of the legions Stolas once had.
Unable to bear watching that arrogant twat, he just checked for any news about his daughter. So far, nothing turned up aside from articles mentioning her briefly. At least it left him reassured that Octavia was safe.
Then again, that was a given. For as much as he loathed the Goetia, Stolas could never deny that they would keep Octavia safe and set up for life. She was the precautionary heir and she was set to soon take his place once she became of age. No harm would come of her.
Stella may have been cruel, but hopefully she would reserve some measure of kindness to their daughter. Admittedly, he did worry at times that Stella would shift her ire onto Octavia and Stolas hoped he was wrong in thinking that.
But he couldn’t stop Octavia from seeing her mother if she wanted to. Which she had expressed she did want to more than once. Stolas couldn’t alienate her from her mother, so he had to step back and allow her that choice.
He just hoped Stella had some shred of decency, which was impossible to imagine, and treat Octavia decently. At least Andrealphus, for as cruel and horrid as he was, never lay his hands on Octavia in anger. Stolas could, to a small degree, trust his ex-brother-in-law to at least make sure Octavia was safe from Stella. Andrealphus was the only one Stella sometimes listened to if she was in a good mood.
Stolas sighed, scrolling through his Sinstagram. He had many comments and was tagged in a lot of posts, which was expected. Maybe going private for a while would help a bit, so he did just that.
Going back to searching articles, he came across one that shocked him.
FORMER PRINCE STOLAS OF THE ARS GOETIA MANIPULATED BY AN IMP TO GIVE UP HIS POWER?
What the fuck? Stolas stared agape for what felt like an eternity at that headline.
How in Hell did anyone come to that conclusion? Had his act not been convincing enough? How and why was Blitz getting blamed?
Even though he knew he shouldn’t, Stolas found himself too curious and read on.
It was a wild ride during the events of yesterday’s trials at the time of this writing. Stolas, now a former prince of the Ars Goetia, commander of many legions, has been banished, stripped of his power and title. All because he had broken demon law by lending out his Grimoire, a very important spell book allowing him to perform his duties.
The demon he lent the Grimoire to is none other than Blitzo Buckzo, the founder of I.M.P (The Immediate Murder Professionals), who carries out assassinations on living mortals on behalf of sinners who were wronged when they were alive.
Sources say that it seemed Blitzo Buckzo had this set up as a perfect ruse to lure out the now former prince. After all, why wouldn’t an imp, who stated to be attempting to dig himself and his race out of the known societal systems, try to bring royalty down a peg?
Blitzo Buckzo and his employees, Moxxie and Millie Knolastname and his adopted daughter, Loona, were all arrested and put on trial for the illegal activity they’d performed. Satan, the sin of Wrath himself, was the prosecuting judge of this trial. King Lucifer, heralding the Pride Ring, was MIA for reasons unknown during said trial.
Former marquis and now prince, Andrealphus, had made a statement that Buckzo had actually forced himself upon the aforementioned former prince. However, Buckzo denied the allegations with the rather bold statement “I didn’t force shit!”
This seems very likely.
Whatever the reason former Prince Stolas had for lending this imp the Grimoire, it worked. The former Goetian prince did show up to the trial. A nefarious plan to ensure the imp could use to get Stolas down there and expose the illegal scheme.
Former Marquis Andrealphus had made it known earlier that Stolas was abused by the imp. There’s no telling what kind of play an imp could use on a royal demon, but sources close to Stolas’ soon-to-be ex-wife, Marchionesse Stella, can confirm him to be, as the aforementioned Marchionesse was stated, “a pathetic fucking man.”
Regardless of former Prince Stolas’ weaknesses, it stands to reason that he was taken advantage of. Why else would former Prince Stolas suddenly come in and defend a worthless imp, right? It had to be some kind of elaborate plan to manipulate him.
It really worked because former Prince Stolas broke out into a song about being the real mastermind. Which makes no sense. Why would a prince be so willing to break the law and take the fall for an imp? Whatever kind of manipulative abuse Buckzo used on him had to be pretty strong. That and maybe it was drugs, no one can truly say.
Former Prince Stolas also never gave any reason to his motivation. None whatsoever. That alone tells us enough that he was forced into this. Whatever kind of power this imp had over him was enough to sap his reason and not even come up with some kind of motive. Because there literally is none.
“I did it for love,” Stolas murmured to himself, growing more heated.
The manipulation had to be powerful because Buckzo continued his own act of pretending he cared. Pretty good acting on his part. Down below is clipped video footage from the trial. If we didn’t know any better, which we do, we could assume this imp cared about former Prince Stolas.
But we all know this was just a ruse to make himself look good.
Stolas wanted to track down whoever wrote this article and lecture them.
There wasn’t any need to do this, but damn if he wasn’t curious. He played the video. After all, his back had been to Blitz right after his cape was tugged by the distraught imp.
What Stolas saw shocked him to the core.
Blitz had been trying to get away from the reapers. He had broken free of their grip, tried to run forward, but was chained by his neck again. Despite the resistance, Blitz kept fighting against the chain and dragging his feet. He was reaching out futilely. All while his face was etched in desperation and determination. His hands were eventually chained again, proving to be too strong for him to fight against.
(“Stolas! STOLAS! Stolas! Fucking-! Use your powers! Do something! Stolas!")
The way Blitz screamed for him not to sacrifice himself yesterday was completely heartbreaking.
Oh Lucifer, it was impossible to forget the pain and desperation in Blitz’s voice during those moments. Even before he played the video, he could still hear that voice so clearly. Stolas had never imagined up to that point that Blitz cared about him that much.
Stolas never wanted to hear Blitz screaming like that again. It had torn him apart and the memory was not going away anytime soon. To think he’d ever believed that Blitz didn’t care about him before.
What the hell was wrong with these people? You couldn’t act that desperate and pained on the spot. Right?
Either way, the nerve these people had to slander Blitz like this. Stolas glared at the screen before setting his phone down and burying his face in his hands.
Suddenly, he felt a hand touch his leg and Stolas lowered his hands.
He was met with Blitz’s concerned gaze and Stolas’s heart broke again. Blitz glanced over at his phone, with the screen still lit, and seemed to put two and two together.
“Don’t listen to those fucking idiots,” Blitz said firmly, but in a soft voice. “You’re not what they say you are.” Guilt etched his expression and he looked down, ashamed. “You’re you, Stols.”
Oh, this precious man truly assumed Stolas read about himself?
Stolas wanted to cry.
Blitz looked at him again and smiled, cradling Stolas’ cheek. “Hey. You want to do something, help keep your mind off shit and cool down?”
That sounded good, actually. Stolas wanted to be useful, he wanted to at least give back for Blitz’s generosity. It wasn’t going to be much, but it was something, right?
“Yes,” Stolas murmured with a light nod.
“Awesome,” Blitz said, still with that gentle smile that was sending Stolas’ heart into a frenzy. “How do you feel about paperwork? I mean like, sorting it and shit.”
Oh.
Oh yes.
For once, Stolas actually felt a real spark within himself. It was small, it was nothing like in the past, but it was something. He could feel the motivation it was giving him.
That was enough for now.
“I’m… a fast reader and am very adept at organising,” Stolas murmured, not quite looking at him. He hoped this didn’t come off as him bragging. “I could help you with that.”
Blitz looked thoughtful and asked, “How good are you at math?”
Stolas looked at him again and said, “I’m also proficient in varying mathematics.”
Now Blitz had that look on his face that indicated the wheels were turning in his head. Stolas had to wonder, what was the sweet dear thinking of?
“Alright, awesome. I’ll get you some to get started. You can work in the conference for now, you okay with that?”
Stolas yet again wanted to cry and his heart was overwhelmed. Blitz being so caring, so thoughtful, and checking in with him was a lot. Yet, he did this in bed, too. Always.
“Yes… I can abide by that.”
Nodding, Blitz kissed him on the cheek again and left. Stolas whimpered, placing his hand over the spot on his cheek. Was this really going to be their new normal? Was Blitz going to keep up being so affectionate?
He wanted to reciprocate, he wanted to melt into it, but the blockage within kept holding him back. Stolas didn’t know what he could do with this and he hoped with all his heart that Blitz knew that the affection was completely wanted.
The romance he craved was not what he thought. It was something so raw and so real. Whatever it was, Blitz was dishing it out, and Stolas couldn’t even fully understand it.
A little while later, Blitz returned and led him to the conference room. By the hand, of course.
Blitz was really, really insistent on holding hands with him. Not that Stolas minded, he loved it, but he had to wonder, why was Blitz so fixated on doing so?
In the conference room, there was indeed a lot of paperwork laid out on the table and all around. There was also some files, binders, sticky notes, pens, paper clips, and a stapler.
“Listen, you don’t have to rush or do all of it,” Blitz said, leading him to one of the chairs and helping him sit down.
“Of course,” Stolas murmured, admiring the preparation and care that had gone into this. “Thank you.”
Blitz’s eyes lit up and took one of Stolas’ hands again. He stared at it, admiring it, and then kissed his knuckles. Stolas blushed and yet again the blockage kept him from fully appreciating it.
What he would give to fall into Blitz’s arms, kiss him, and enjoy their closeness. If only his mind and body allowed him to.
“I’ll be in the other room if you need something,” Blitz said, letting go of his hand. “Thanks for this, Stols.”
“It’s the least I could do.”
Blinking, Blitz looked genuinely bewildered. Under any other circumstance, Stolas would have found this unbearably cute.
“Least you could-what are you talking about?” Blitz finally managed to ask.
Shit. Now Stolas had no idea how to answer that question. Why Blitz didn’t seem to be expecting this was a whole other thing.
“...Never mind,” Stolas mumbled, looking away. “I’ll sort this out.”
Although Blitz looked troubled, he nodded and patted Stolas’ shoulder before leaving the room.
Okay. At least now Stolas could focus on tedious, repetitive tasks, and it would help his mind shut down but also remain focused. Just what he would need to try to calm the blockage within himself.
Pretty soon, Stolas was scanning the papers and setting them aside in piles he’d created for whatever their purpose was. Anything that was deemed no longer useful was deposited into the paper shredder. Something he had heard Blitz scolding Moxxie for overstuffing before.
Odd.
It was truly relaxing. Stolas was able to put his mind to the task and keep note of the information he came across. Bank statements, contracts, invoices, tax papers, everything under the sun.
“Stols?”
Blitz’s voice almost startled him, since it had been so quiet aside from muffled voices coming from behind the closed door. Stolas stopped what he was doing and turned to look at the man he loved.
Blitz stood there, smiling that same tender smile, and his arms behind his back. “How’s it going?”
“Oh, ah, quite well. I’ve sorted everything into piles, and once I finish, I can file them properly for you,” Stolas replied.
“Oh, uh, yeah. That’s good, but I meant you,” Blitz said sheepishly, chuckling.
Well, now Stolas just felt silly.
“Alright,” Stolas answered uneasily.
Being focused on his tasks had been the only thing keeping him from his dark thoughts. No matter how much they tried to creep in, they were no more than pangs of depression he could easily get past.
“Yeah?” Blitz looked visibly relieved.
Stolas glanced away and merely nodded, hoping the imp wouldn’t ask further.
Thankfully, Blitz merrily said, “Well, M&M are about to go on a lunch run because we couldn’t be assed to bring our lunches today, heh. They’re going to this diner nearby, you want to see the menu?”
Although Stolas had little appetite, he had to play it safe and not worry Blitz further. Not when this poor man had to keep rebuilding his business. He had to make it easier on Blitz no matter what.
“Certainly,” Stolas managed.
Blitz smiled and tapped at his phone before handing it over. Stolas perused the menu briefly before deciding on a garden salad and a cold raspberry tea. Handing the phone back, he flushed slightly as Blitz seemed to take an opportunity to touch his hand fondly.
Soon, they were all eating lunch together. Stolas ate slowly, sometimes just picking at his salad, but thankfully, no one commented.
“I guess you boys got a lot of shopping to do, huh?” Millie remarked, finishing up her sandwich.
“Yep!” Blitz said, turning to Stolas. “We can get you some things over the weekend, we’ll go to the mall.”
Stolas tittered, feeling touched, but guilty. “I… yes, perhaps we should. I won’t need too much to begin with.”
“Stolas, if it’s money you’re worried about, it’s all good,” Blitz said easily. He looked at him with that same smile, his tail swaying lightly behind him. “I’m here to help, okay?”
Moxxie and Millie were beaming at the two while Loona looked on, her gaze cool and collected.
The fact Blitz was willing to be like this in front of the others was sending Stolas’ heart into a tailspin. He dipped his head and kept slowly eating.
Blitz was… too good for him. He was so caring, so loyal, so helpful to his loved ones. Stolas didn’t know what he did to deserve it. Okay, being willing to sacrifice his life for Blitz was a big thing, to be sure. But not once did Stolas ever expect some sort of payback for it.
It was just that the overwhelming care and support wasn’t something he was used to. That and Stolas wished he could just buy things without having to burden Blitz, who was far less fortunate than he himself had once been.
But of course, it wasn’t like he had a choice. He needed basic living things and Blitz was the only one between them with money.
“We’ll help out as well, Blitz,” Moxxie put in.
This had Blitz open his mouth, but Moxxie kept going.
“Yes, I know you’re about to say you don’t need it, and I get that. But I’m just saying, if you ever do want a little extra help, let us know.”
Blitz looked touched and dipped his head. “Thanks, Mox.”
Millie whistled and giggled. “Wow, not even arguing? Who are you and what’d you do with our boss?”
Instead of getting snarky, Blitz just chuckled and shrugged. He looked at Stolas, his eyes warming over with fondness and his smile grew.
“I just got a lot more shit to think about, that’s all,” Blitz said.
If Stolas had the emotional capacity, he would have revelled in the way his heart fluttered.
But at least Stolas could let himself remember how much he loved this man. How he would do all of this over again just so Blitz would survive.
Because no matter what, Blitz’s life meant more than his own.
The rest of the day went by fairly well. Stolas kept at doing the paperwork and it really did help keep him grounded and calm. The others had gone out on a job, but Blitz had stayed behind. He kept Stolas company by sitting in the room with him, quietly helping out or scrolling on his phone. It was nice that Blitz wasn’t expecting him to be chatty.
Being able to just sit in the same room together doing their own thing was far more satisfying than he’d ever imagined. Stolas’ heart flipped as he realised, they could be like this all the time, now.
Despite the depression hanging over him like a looming storm cloud, the silver lining of that revelation shone through.
Blitz took him and Loona home with a portal thanks to the Asmodean Crystal.
Stolas had overheard Blitz explaining to Moxxie and Millie that people weren’t exactly kind to Stolas and had pelted him with drinks during the walk home the day before. The pain and regret in Blitz’s tone made his stomach churn.
“He doesn’t fucking deserve their bullshit.” Blitz had said, his expression troubled. “He didn’t do anything wrong. If those fuckers keep giving him trouble, it’s on sight.”
Oh, curse his heart.
Of course Stolas could understand the ire of those who hated him. He had declared on live television in front of all Seven Rings that he was the mastermind behind the entire scheme. It essentially made him Public Enemy Number One. Since Blitz was now considered a hero, well, of course he was seen as the villain.
Stolas wasn’t going to let it get to him. He had other things to worry about. Let the people think what they want, he figured. It was nothing compared to how despaired he felt at not seeing Octavia for a century, at least.
Loona departed to her room and Blitz went to the kitchen to make dinner.
Stolas sat on the couch again and took notice of the remote situated on the side table. He took it in hand and turned on the TV. Blitz didn’t seem to mind, he continued cooking in the kitchen and humming to himself.
After channel surfing, finally Stolas landed on the channel that usually played Hellanovela reruns. In doing so, he heard Blitz’s footsteps rapidly pad over.
“You watch Hellanovela?!” Blitz squeaked in surprise.
Stolas looked at him with surprise of his own. “You told me about it and I was curious.”
“Shut the fuck up!” Blitz was laughing now, grinning with delight. “I mentioned it like, one time! You remembered?!”
“Erm… yes, I-I did…” Stolas rubbed his own arm shyly. “It’s a favourite of mine now.”
Oh, the smile on Blitz’s face was sending him into tailspins and Stolas shivered. The way he could make Blitz smile was so unfathomable. It made Stolas want to do it more, appreciate it more, if he only could.
“Okay, who’s your favourite?”
“Gabriella.”
“Figures, she’s so much like you,” Blitz said with a chuckle and rolled his eyes. But his gaze was fond, amused. “Alejandro’s my guy.”
The tiniest of smiles etched Stolas’ beak. “I’m not surprised.”
Oh, by stars, Blitz’s smile was immense and his eyes were lit up. Then Blitz kissed him on the cheek before departing back to the kitchen. What had Stolas done to deserve that?
Dinner was ready sometime later. Loona took her meal to her room, Blitz joined Stolas on the couch, and they ate over the coffee table. They watched some episodes of Hellanovela, mostly in silence, but sometimes Blitz made remarks or would talk to the screen for whatever reason.
This was going to be their new normal, watching shows together in the evenings, it seemed.
Stolas could get used to this.
It amused Stolas immensely. The fact Blitz wasn’t as guarded as he used to be was incredible.
Blitz trusted him. Blitz was willing to be more himself with Stolas now. Slowly, the walls Blitz had conjured up to live were coming down and Stolas could get through them better.
When Stolas awoke the next morning, Blitz was nowhere to be seen. A slight panic ran through Stolas as he stood and checked the bathroom, which was empty. Loona’s bedroom door was closed, so it was obvious Blitz wasn’t in there.
Well, until Stolas spotted the sliding door of the fire escape partly open. A wave of relief washed over Stolas as he approached the door. Sure enough, Blitz was just barely out of view from his previous vantage point as he sat at the railing, legs draped over the edge, and talking into his phone.
As much as Stolas didn’t want to eavesdrop, his ears caught what Blitz was saying and his heart skipped.
“He’s adjusting,” Blitz murmured, taking hold of the railing with his free hand. “But he’s safe. He’s here, he’s-”
Gut wrenching, Stolas could only watch as Blitz’s breath hitched and the imp tensed, trying to gather himself.
“Fuck, Fizz, I…” Blitz sniffled and his voice grew heavy. “They dragged me outside the doors and I couldn’t get back in! I was pounding on it and screaming, almost lost my voice, and I thought he was dead! I’ve come so fucking close to losing him three fucking times, two of which were my fucking fault!”
Oh no. No, surely Blitz wasn’t taking the blame for all of this? Stolas trembled, overcome with the urge to go out there and hold him.
“I couldn’t even save him! I couldn’t help him and there he was risking every-fucking-thing to save me and I couldn’t even-!” Blitz cried, bringing his free hand to his face. “Sorry, Fizz. I’m getting in my head and this whole thing is just… And I can’t-no, he’s going through so much worse shit than I am right now and I don’t want to burden him.”
Oh…
The poor darling. Stolas would never think that. If Blitz had poured his heart to him, no matter how downtrodden he himself felt, he would have done anything to comfort his beloved.
Heart sinking, Stolas quietly slipped back into the apartment. Eavesdropping wasn’t right and Blitz deserved whatever modicum of privacy he could get. To think Blitz was carrying all of that. Stolas never wanted Blitz to feel that he had to carry every burden on his shoulders and also keep quiet about his own struggles.
Something gnawed at his memory and Stolas found himself beelining toward the wall near the front door. He had glanced at the photos and drawings on the wall very briefly when he’d first arrived, but hadn’t fully registered them.
Now he fully did and his heart sank all the more. Blitz had crossed his face out of any photo he was in. This included a photo of when Blitz was a child trying to feed an apple to a horse. Stolas was stricken as he took all of this in.
There was also a photo of a crossed out Blitz with a female imp who looked exactly like him. A twin sister? He didn’t even know Blitz had a sister. No mention of her was ever made in their time together.
Stolas knew he had siblings, many of them surely half siblings, but he had never met any of them. There was never any need and he had a feeling neither would be interested. Especially after what happened to him now. Not that he cared, you can’t miss what you never had.
There didn’t appear to be photos of Blitz’s parents. Stolas remembered the imp who had brought young Blitzo to the palace and it didn’t take a geneticist to tell that the man was his father.
Were Blitz’s parents still alive? Were they gone? Or was it estrangement?
Tears welled in Stolas’ eyes and he turned away from the photos, unable to look at them. He recalled how Blitz had spelt out that he had self-loathing issues, despite that they were arguing. Those words did have truth to them. Stolas had figured they did, but now he was really seeing it.
It was a shame that Blitz couldn’t see himself the way Stolas saw him or the way Blitz’s loved ones saw him.
There were so many reasons that Stolas loved him more than anything. While it was true that Stolas had to get to know him a lot more, that didn’t change his feelings.
Going over to the counter, Stolas leaned against it as he heard Blitz open the sliding glass door. As Blitz closed it, the imp looked over at him, and there it was. The tender, adoring smile, and his stunning eyes full of warmth.
Oh gods, Stolas wanted to melt.
“Hey, you’re awake,” Blitz said as he walked over. “How you feeling?”
“I’m fine,” Stolas murmured, holding his own arm.
Although Blitz looked a tad worried, he nodded and took Stolas’ hand. “You want to go shopping after breakfast? I think it’s about time we get you some clothes and other shit you’re gonna need.”
Stolas nodded, but then tensed a little. They were going to have to deal with the general public. The last thing he wanted was to burden Blitz with all of that.
“Are you certain? I could give you my measurements and sizes,” Stolas offered, looking away. “You don’t need me to come along.”
Blitz’s smile faded into a wounded frown. “Are you worried about what all those fuckwads are gonna say about you? Because I won’t let them. I’ll protect you. If they’re gonna rain all that praise on me, they can’t shit on you in the same breath.”
Emotions got the better of Stolas and he let out a sad squawk. Blitz assumed Stolas was worried about himself? Stolas didn’t care what any of them thought. He knew playing up being a villainous mastermind would have those consequences.
“I don’t care about that. I knew what I would be getting into,” Stolas stated and his head.
“Then why?” Blitz asked, squeezing his hand tighter. His gaze was full of worry.
“It doesn’t matter. I don’t want you to have to deal with the consequences of my actions,” Stolas said. He couldn’t resist the hand hold, despite feeling undeserving of it. “I don’t care what they think of me.”
“Stols…” Blitz came closer to him. “I don’t care if I have to stand up for you. If I have to protect you from those assholes who don’t know you from a hole in the wall, I’m gonna do it. I’ll shoot them, beat them, or tell them to fuck off.”
This precious man.
Stolas managed to look at him. Blitz was in front of him now, still holding his hand, his gaze fierce and determined.
The shivers that were sent up and down his spine were next level.
“I’ll do whatever it takes to protect you, Stolas.”
Sniffling, Stolas nodded. “Thank you, Blitz… for looking out for me.”
The tender smile returned. “Always.”
Oh gods. Was it possible to fall even more in love than you already were?
The trip to the mall was interesting to say the least. Of course the onslaught of vitriol and drinks were tossed at Stolas, but Blitz made it known not to fuck with them. It was, admittedly, annoying to be dealing with being pelted by drinks and yelled at, but Stolas felt he deserved it.
Blitz sure didn’t think so.
Stolas kept quiet and kept his head down. There was nothing he could say in his defense. That would only make things worse. Blitz continuously told people off in a variety of ways from yelling at them to pointing his gun at them.
At least the shopping part was less harrowing. Blitz would find shirts roughly in Stolas’ size and show them to him, grinning and eager. It was adorable to see him like this and Stolas was touched. Even if he didn’t feel deserving of any of that.
By the end of the day, they had bags upon bags of various clothes, undergarments, along with jackets for varying weather types. Blitz did apologise for none of it being high-end and lasting longer, but Stolas was quick to reassure him. He understood that Blitz couldn’t afford those kinds of clothes and didn’t expect that of him.
When they returned to Blitz’s apartment, Blitz cleared out the hallway closet, which was where he kept all of his clothes. They’d bought two closet-sized foldable storage units they could use for their clothes that weren’t hanging up.
That evening after they’d all had dinner, they sat on the couch to watch a movie. Loona was unbothered as she sat on the floor, watching the movie with them.
Before too long, Stolas started to notice that Blitz had scooted closer to him on the couch. Originally, the imp had been at the other end, but now he was more in the middle.
When Stolas felt Blitz’s hand gently cover his own, he blushed and looked down shyly. The touch was so intimate, a little surprising, but welcomed.
Even better was when Blitz adjusted their hands and laced their fingers together. Stolas trilled softly and caught the smile on Blitz’s face in his peripherals. He even managed to squeeze Blitz’s hand back a little.
They held hands for the remainder of the movie. If Loona noticed, she didn’t say anything. But knowing how clever and astute she was, Stolas wouldn’t be surprised if she did notice.
After a while, Blitz’s gaze soon became fixated on Stolas. With that same sweet, tender smile, that sent Stolas’ heart into frenzies.
By gods, the things this man was doing to him.
Stolas often had nightmares since that trial.
This particular nightmare had been the unfortunately horrific scenario of Stolas arriving at the trial too late. He had managed to swoop in right as the axe came down and Blitz met his eyes briefly.
Then Blitz smiled tenderly with adoration in his eyes, just as he always did around him now. There were also tears about to spill. “I love you, Stolas.”
The axe swung down.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Stolas could hear himself scream as he lunged forward.
Then it was done. Stolas stood there helplessly, watching in horror as the axe did its job. There was no sound in the entire courtroom. Tears streamed down his face and Stolas sobbed as he collapsed to his knees. How could he have been too late?
Andrealphus had descended to the platform, smirking at him with a vicious sneer, and stood at his side, clicking his beak. “Oh, whatever is the matter, Stolas? This little imp surely means nothing to you, doesn’t he?”
Stolas could only stare helplessly at the fallen head of his beloved. In the background, Moxxie, Millie and Loona were all crying.
“Dad?”
Looking up, Stolas was stunned to see Octavia standing near the chopping block.
“Via…?” Stolas sniffled, wiping his eyes.
“Why are you so sad, Dad?” Octavia wanted to know, looking a mix of shocked and hurt. “It’s fine now, right?”
Stolas shook his head and wiped his eyes. “I-I can’t… I need some time, Via.”
“What do you mean? What about me? I’m still alive!” Octavia insisted, approaching him. “Aren’t you happy about that?”
“Of course I am, starfire! Always!” Stolas reassured, beginning to cry again.
“Then why did you try and go to die for him?!” Octavia yelled, tears streaming down her face. “You would’ve left me all alone!”
Stolas shakily stood, reaching for his daughter. “I-I know, but you would have been safe, and alive. I had no other choice, he was being put to death.”
“Why?! He should’ve just died!” Octavia yelled, curling her hands into fists. “Why would you throw your life away for him?! Look! He’s dead now! It doesn’t matter! Why can’t you just be happy that I’m still here?!”
“I am happy that you’re still here!” Stolas insisted. “I’m just mourning because I lost the man I love!”
“It’s ALWAYS about him now! It’s like I don’t exist to you anymore!” Octavia turned away in frustration, hugging herself.
“That’s not true, Via!”
Now Octavia wasn’t listening and hurried away to the main doors. Stolas reached for her, but his arm fell, and he sank to his knees again.
Desperation and pain ripped through him violently. All he could do was cry, torn apart all the more. The loss of the two people he loved more than anyone about killed him inside.
When he felt hands clutching him and shaking him, Stolas squawked and awoke. He’d been dreaming?
Above him was Blitz’s worried face and eyes glowing in the darkness of the apartment.
“Stolas, Stolas! You were crying and moaning in your sleep,” Blitz said worriedly. He let out a sad whine and stroked his face. “Bad dream?”
Blitz was alive. He was here. Everything was okay.
Except for the fact that Octavia surely must have hated him. Hated him for choosing the man he loved over her. Even if she wasn’t in danger of any sort. Even if…
What in Hell was he doing?
Being a burden. His stupid emotions had woken Blitz up from much-deserved sleep.
Stolas burst into sobs and tried to wiggle away. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please, I didn’t mean to wake you! I’ll cease my bitch crying, I swear!”
Now Blitz looked alarmed. The imp wasted no time getting on the couch, pulling Stolas toward him and holding him tight. Stolas couldn’t resist even if he wanted to. He buried his face into Blitz’s chest and cried into his sleeping shirt.
Blitz held him, alternating between coursing his fingers through his feathers or rubbing his back. The comfort and embrace only made Stolas cry even harder.
Sad thing was, Stolas felt so safe with Blitz. Safer than he’d ever felt in his life.
He didn’t deserve Blitz’s kindness or protection.
He didn’t deserve to be happy.
Octavia was furious at him now if she knew. That had to be why she didn’t reach out.
Many minutes passed as Stolas sobbed into his beloved’s shirt. Blitz didn’t speak, but continued to hold him close. His wonderful hands were playing with his feathers, rubbing his back, or holding one of his hands. There were even a few kisses placed on top of his head.
The horrific image of witnessing his execution continued to plague him as well. While not the case in reality, the fact Stolas could have either been too late or never knew haunted him. Both options were far too possible. His stomach churned, his heart sank, and his entire body grew numb.
Finally, Stolas calmed down enough to lift his head. He sniffled, then trilled as Blitz caressed his cheek and wiped his tears away.
“I’m so sorry, Blitz. I’m sorry for waking you and I’m sorry for crying. Please, don’t worry about me.”
“Stolas, don’t you dare apologise for having feelings,” Blitz said firmly, but softly. His gaze turned rueful. “I know I was a dick about it before and I know I can’t apologise enough for that. But I’m here for you now, I promise.”
Oh, this sweet man.
Stolas cooed and dropped his head onto Blitz’s shoulder. “I know you’re sorry. I forgive you.”
He did. For the past few weeks, Stolas couldn’t make sense of why Blitz was desperately trying to get his attention the day of that damn party. Especially after the way he’d acted the night before. It didn’t add up. Why would Blitz be trying so hard to get his attention, to try apologising, when it seemed so clear that he didn’t reciprocate Stolas’ feelings?
But then, why would he try when he had no other motivation to do so? That was what confused Stolas.
Witnessing how distraught and horrified Blitz was, haunting him with those screams of his name, had it all click into place. Blitz had problems but was in love with Stolas right back.
Stolas kicked himself for not having seen that when he knew full well that Blitz had walls built up around himself. He’d been drunk at that party, his mind hazy, but he remembered everything.
“Better?” Blitz suddenly asked.
Sniffling, Stolas nodded a bit. “I will be.”
“You want to talk about it?”
“I’d rather forget about it.”
Blitz gave a light smile. “I know all about that. But don’t worry about waking me up, okay? You can be sad or angry or whatever, it’s all good.”
The words were reassuring and Stolas flopped against him some more. “I appreciate that, thank you.”
Blitz stroked his headfeathers. “Always. You want to just sit up and watch TV, have some hot chocolate? Don’t worry about Loona, we’ll just keep the volume low.”
Nodding, Stolas sat up more on the couch. This sounded far more appealing than going back to sleep and having more nightmares. “That would be nice, actually.”
As it turned out, watching some lighthearted cartoons or VoxTube videos and drinking hot chocolate with Blitz was very nice. Although Stolas couldn’t bring himself to laugh or smile, he still felt able to relax and feel soothed. Like he could feel a little bit more normal.
Occasionally, Stolas caught Blitz looking at him with that sweet smile of his. Stolas blushed and it seemed Blitz really liked that reaction since his tail would sway a little faster when he did.
Being awoken in the middle of the night was nothing new for Stolas. One reason or another would wake him up, even before he’d been banished. He was a relatively light sleeper, depending how exhausted he felt upon going to bed.
It wasn’t his own thoughts or even a loud noise that woke him up this time.
Something was wrong. But as Stolas listened to the quiet noises of the apartment and the outside, he tensed. Another sound was reaching his ears.
Sniffling.
Oh gods. Stolas’ instincts are running through him as he sits up on the couch. He immediately locates the source of the sniffles and his heart just about shatters. His half asleep state just about vanished to full on awake.
Blitz is squirming on the beanbag, whimpering now, his hands fretfully patting around, as if looking for something. It’s easy to tell that he’s having a nightmare.
Thankfully, Loona was gone to Gluttony to have some fun with Bee and her hellhound friends and stay overnight. There was no way the poor dear should witness her father like this. Not after the pain she surely felt from nearly losing him before her eyes.
Not even thinking twice, Stolas throws the blanket off himself and rushes over to his beloved. No amount of his own pain was going to stop him from tending to Blitz now.
This has happened before. On the rare occasions that Blitz spent the night, there were also a few times that he had a nightmare.
The sweet memories of those nights did resurface, as if reassuring him, and Stolas allowed himself to relax.
With the memories in mind, Stolas knew exactly what to do. He gently touched Blitz’s face, his shoulders, applying enough pressure to allow the imp to understand he was being touched. But not enough force to scare him.
With a final cry, Blitz responded to the touches and woke up, his eyes shooting open. Blitz struggled for a moment, mind surely still lost in the throes of his nightmare. Stolas stroked his face, cradling his cheeks, and Blitz relaxed.
Blitz sniffled, looking up at him with frightened eyes. His cheeks were damp, much to Stolas’ dismay, indicating he’d been crying.
“Stolas…?” Blitz uttered, his voice cracked.
“It’s okay, Blitz,” Stolas whispered. “You were having a nightmare.”
What happened next probably shouldn’t have surprised him, but it did. Like that of a scared child, Blitz launched himself forward, throwing his arms around Stolas and clinging to him.
Oh gods…
They’d cuddled before, held each other’s bodies close as they rolled around during sex, but never hugged like this. Stolas was stiff for a brief moment, stricken by the action and his eyes went wide.
But this was no time to dwell. Blitz needed him. Stolas hugged him back, holding his beloved close and keeping him secure.
There were no words to describe how wonderful it felt to have Blitz in his arms again. Moreover, it felt right. Like they truly belonged together.
Blitz sniffled, burying his face into Stolas’ shoulder. His tail came around Stolas’ arm, as if to secure himself more.
“You’re here,” Blitz whispered. When he pulled his head back, his eyes were filled with tears. “You’re really here.”
Whatever his nightmare was about seemed to do with Stolas not being there? It reminded him of the nightmares Octavia would have about not being able to find him.
Stolas squeezed him and nodded. “Yes, Blitz. I’m here. You’re okay.”
The tears fell from the poor darling’s eyes and Blitz brought a hand to Stolas’ cheek. That rough, but capable hand gently caressed him. Stolas leaned into the touch and mimicked his beloved, caressing the scarred side of Blitz’s beautiful face.
“You’re…” Blitz sniffled, shaking his head. His voice trailed off in a croak, his gaze now troubled. “Shit, I’m sorry. I’m gonna be fine, don’t worry. It was just a dream. I’ll get over it.”
Reminded of Blitz’s conversation over the phone struck Stolas. Of course he would assume that his feelings weren’t important.
“Darling,” Stolas said in a slightly louder voice, “you don’t have to be sorry for having feelings.”
Blitz’s eyes widened, his pupils dilated and his cheeks were rosy. His fingers shook as they clutched at Stolas’ arms, digging in. Oh… Stolas recognised that look. It would happen whenever Stolas would say something that had an effect on him. Blitz liked this.
“Can you… call me that again?” Blitz asked bashfully.
Oh…
Stolas’ heart raced and he melted into the feeling. He held his beloved closer and murmured, “Of course, darling.”
A whirring came from Blitz and Stolas was astonished. Blitz was purring again. It had been so long that Stolas could swear he’d forgotten. His heart raced and melted all at once.
Oh, goodness. Stolas realised this was the closest they’d physically been since they’d started this new life together. It was not how he imagined it to happen again. But it was and Stolas didn’t want it to end so soon. At least Blitz seemed to agree with this, if he wasn’t misreading the moment.
“We all have bad dreams,” Stolas murmured, meeting Blitz’s gaze again. “You certainly haven’t brushed off my feelings whenever I awoke from a bad dream.”
Blitz’s fingers dug in some more and he nodded, exhaling. “It’s just, you’re going through so much right now. You shouldn’t have to put up with my petty shit. I mean, it was a fucking nightmare, a dream, I can wake up and it’s over. You, you’re living a nightmare. I know because I’ve been there, Stolas.”
Stricken, Stolas stared at him in wonder. Yet another reminder that he truly knew next to nothing of Blitz’s past. Growing up in a circus and working at Loo Loo Land was all he knew at the moment. That and the recent discovery of Blitz having a sister.
Blitz also had everything stripped away from him and left with nothing?
Looking down, Blitz’s countenance was contorted with hurt and worry. He took a few moments to gather himself, breathe, and looked back up again. “I know what you’re going through. And I don’t want you to go through what I did.”
The sentiment soared through Stolas and his heart melted. To think Blitz had been homeless and stripped of everything before. He never wanted to imagine the man he loved in such a state. All he could do was trill sadly and touch Blitz’s cheek comfortingly.
Blitz sighed, managing a tiny smile. “I wanted to give you and Loona what I never had back then.”
Oh, the poor darling. Tears welled in Stolas’ eyes as he took this all in. Blitz’s heart was full of so much love to give and Stolas could sense that from the beginning. It had just been hard for Blitz to let him in about it, surely.
“I’m so sorry you had to endure such hardships,” Stolas murmured softly.
“It’s okay.” Blitz wiped his eyes. “I’m good, don’t worry about me. C’mon, let’s get you back to bed.”
Like always, coupled with that tender smile, Blitz got off the beanbag chair and held a hand to him. Stolas took it, allowing the imp to help him stand and lead him to the couch. An idea came to Stolas and he just couldn’t let it go. He didn’t want their closeness to end. Not after the poor darling clearly needed reassurance and was going to put off his own needs.
Taking Blitz’s hand, Stolas gently pulled him closer, taking the imp by surprise. Stolas lifted him onto the couch as well, wrapping his arms around him. Blitz was wide-eyed with mild surprise, but made no resistance at all.
“Stolas…?” Blitz sounded unsure.
“I’d really like to hold you a little longer,” Stolas confessed, looking at him imploringly.
Blitz blinked, then his smile returned and his tail swayed gently. “Sure, okay. I just wanted to give you space and not overwhelm you.”
A tiny smile stretched at Stolas’ beak. “I’ve missed holding you.”
This earned a mewl from Blitz as he looked away shyly. Stolas lay back into the couch and brought Blitz down with him. Immediately, Stolas was soothed by the weight and feel of his beloved’s body on top of him. He pulled the blanket over them.
Blitz made himself comfortable and snuggled in. His tail wrapped around Stolas’ thigh. Stolas held him close, already basking in how wonderful it felt to be holding Blitz like this again.
As Stolas settled his head on the pillow, he met Blitz’s gaze. Blitz was gazing at him with that same adoring smile, his eyes half lidded and full of tenderness.
Bringing a scarred hand to caress Stolas’ cheek, Blitz murmured, “I’m sorry for what’s happened to you, but I…” He looked away for a moment, a bit shy. “I’m so glad you’re here, Stolas.”
Touched by the sentiment, Stolas leaned into Blitz’s hand and closed his eyes. The only thing that would make this perfect would be if Octavia were here.
“Not just here, but like…” Blitz hesitated. He sniffled and met Stolas’ gaze moments later, a myriad of emotions on his face.
What Blitz was implying suddenly became clear. Stolas cooed sadly as the memory of Blitz screaming and begging for him re-entered his mind.
(“Stolas! STOLAS! Stolas! Fucking-! Use your powers! Do something! Stolas!")
Those screams of desperation were going to haunt him forever. No matter how much it made him wanted, the fact Blitz was in genuine pain during that moment hurt him more. He never wanted to hear Blitz scream like that again. The poor darling deserved better.
Taking a breath, Stolas nuzzled Blitz’s palm. “I’m here, darling. And I would do it all over again.”
Blitz whimpered and suddenly held him tight, face nuzzled into Stolas’ chest. “They dragged me out of there and I fucking…” He trembled and sniffled. “Being on that damn chopping block didn’t even scare me that much.”
Why did this precious darling have to go and break his heart? Stolas had to think of something, to do damage control.
“Blitz, it’s alright. Even if I had been executed, everything would have been fine.”
Given the way Blitz shot up, looking horrified, this was apparently the wrong thing to say.
“Not for me!” Blitz cried, tears in his eyes. He was trembling violently, his lips quivering. “I don’t want you to die, not for me, not for anything! I thought you were-and I knew it was over for me!”
“That can’t be true.” Stolas sat up as well, bringing the imp into his lap. Tears of his own welled up in his eyes as he held the imp he loved. “You have so much to offer, to live for! Your daughter, your employees, your business, and all of imp kind! They see you as a hero, as someone to look up to!”
How could Blitz not see his worth? Especially when he himself was worthless with no one to care? Stolas’ heart was shattered and he wished there was more he could do to help Blitz understand.
Blitz whimpered loudly and launched himself at Stolas again, squeezing him. “But I want to have you, too! I want to share all that shit with you!”
Oh gods…
Stolas trembled, wide-eyed, tears falling, and his heart racing. Blitz’s countenance was full of plead and worry. He was also crying and that alone sent Stolas’s heart into a depressive frenzy.
“I hate that you lost everything but I’m so glad you’re alive and here with me,” Blitz went on, his voice broken. He trembled, looking up at him tearfully. “I was outside that fucking courtroom banging on the door thinking you were dead.”
Within himself, something snapped, and the emotions ripped through him violently.
“How do you think I felt when I saw you were being put to death on television?!” Stolas cried, unable to keep his voice down. He sniffled and clutched Blitz to him, dropping his head onto the imp’s shoulder. “I almost lost you forever, Blitz! What if I had been too late?! What if I hadn’t even seen the broadcast and found about it later?! Do you have any idea how destroyed I would have been finding out about it?!”
Oh gods, he hadn’t meant to lose himself this way, but he couldn’t help it. Stolas whimpered and sobbed into Blitz’s shoulder, everything pouring out with his tears. Blitz’s hold on him tightened and he nuzzled his head into Stolas’s head feathers, running his fingers through them.
“After everything… I didn’t think you would. Didn’t even cross my mind. Figured you were off happier without me,” Blitz admitted, his voice full of emotion, but so defeated. “I wouldn’t have blamed you if you saw the broadcast and just watched.”
Stolas sniffled and flopped against him, clinging to him like a lifeline. There was so much to talk about, so much to address, and he had no mental energy for any of it. “I could never.”
Blitz made a little mewl and nuzzled him more. “I would’ve come, too. I… fuck, look, there’s too much shit to unpack and I can’t do it now.”
“Neither can I,” Stolas murmured as he lifted his head to meet Blitz’s gaze.
Whimpering, Blitz wiped his eyes. “You’re my heart. I can’t live without you, Stols.”
Stricken by the sweet sentiment, Stolas let out a sad coo and lay their foreheads together. He’d never imagined he could be this to anyone, let alone Blitz. His heart soared and tears filled his eyes again. His entire being was warm and all he could do was hold his beloved closer.
“I can’t live without you, either, darling. I would do anything to keep you alive,” Stolas murmured, bringing a hand to caress Blitz’s scarred cheek. “You’re my light.”
It was Blitz’s turn to look stricken and then there it was, that tender, loving smile, even if his eyes were watery. There was the temptation to say those three special words, but for now, it was fine. The fact their feelings were in the air, acknowledged, was more than enough.
“Let’s just be glad we’re alive, okay?” Blitz said with a light chuff.
Stolas nodded in agreement. “Yes… It seems that there truly was a third option all along.”
“And uh, I don’t fucking know how or when we’ll do this, but I want you to know we’re gonna make sure you see Via,” Blitz said as he pulled his head back just a tad. He offered an encouraging smile. “Okay?”
The sentiment had Stolas in tears again, this time in relief. He managed to nod. “Okay. Thank you. I wasn’t at all certain where to start with all of that. I can’t force her to see me, but-”
“Hey. We’ll figure that out,” Blitz injected, cradling Stolas’ face. “One day at a time.”
“One day at a time,” Stolas repeated, letting out a breath. “Thank you, Blitz.”
Blitz’s smile grew and he leaned in to kiss Stolas’ cheek. “Anything for you, Stols.”
They hugged one another tightly, squeezing, and basking in one another’s presence. While there wasn’t a clear path to resolving any of this, especially the matter with Octavia, Stolas felt reassured. At least Blitz was on that same page with him. It helped immensely.
“Stols?”
“Yes, darling?”
Although Blitz pulled back a little, he didn’t let go of Stolas, and his cheeks were flushed. He was smiling crookedly, which was so adorable and Stolas just wanted to eat him up.
“I really want to make out with you right now,” Blitz confessed, looking away shyly.
His own cheeks burning, Stolas let out a giggle and looked away, needing to process this. “I-I would really like to make out with you, too.”
They met each other’s gazes, then looked away shyly, both of them chuckling.
“How the fuck have we had the nastiest sex ever and yet we’re acting like a couple of horny virgin teenagers?” Blitz said with a laugh.
“I’m wondering the same!” Stolas giggled, delighted that he wasn’t the only one.
Nerves had a funny way of playing with you. Stolas didn’t even know what he should do, if he should wait or just go for it.
It was Blitz who did. He came closer, bringing a hand to cradle Stolas’ head and kissing him. The very second those familiar lips met his, Stolas was in the frenziest of frenzies. Oh, how he missed Blitz’s kisses.
Stolas moaned and kissed him back, putting his all into it. Every ounce of affection, of love, and how much he missed the man he loved. No other kiss ever compared.
Yes, that nameless fellow from the party was a good kisser. But it didn’t compare because that man was not Blitz. That shirt was a pack of lies because he was in fact not better than Blitz. Because he wasn’t Blitz at all.
In fact, Stolas didn’t even think of him since then.
It had been too long, but it was like coming back home. So familiar, so yearned, so wanted, and loving every second.
When Stolas opened his mouth to receive that incredible forked tongue, it was over. His own tongue wrapped around Blitz’s with such practiced ease.
Although they kept kissing and their tongues were dancing, there wasn’t the need to heat things up. It was more like a gentle suggestion rather than the next step.
They could just kiss and enjoy the closeness.
Stolas moaned again, completely lost in the sensations and how wonderful it felt to be kissing his beloved again. This time without any underlying elements. It was just the two of them.
What he’d always wanted but never expected would happen this way.
Blitz’s kisses were as amazing as ever. This time he was gentle, but very fervent. Stolas matched that energy, melting more into their kissing. His heart was racing, sprouting wings and flying away.
To say it felt right was an understatement.
When two people who loved each other and enjoyed physical affection were forced to stop, it was no wonder they would get pent up and relish in doing it again.
Before too long, Blitz gently lay him down, and Stolas happily allowed it. All without breaking their kissing. They held each other, kissing and dipping their tongues into each other’s mouths.
It went on for some time. Any time they did pull back, the other would just bring them back in for more kisses. How could they help it when it had been months?
Blitz had also been purring the whole time. It was so adorable.
When they finally did pull back, even just a bit, they were nuzzling each other’s faces and sharing little pecks.
“I missed you so much,” Stolas whispered, cupping his beloved’s face.
Mewling, Blitz smiled and his eyes shone with pure love. “Missed you, too. So fucking much.”
Stolas nuzzled him and stole another kiss. “I’m here now, dearest.”
“And I’m glad you are.” Blitz leaned into his touch, his purring intensifying. “I can’t believe it sometimes. You’re really here. I never thought we could just exist together, you know? Like we were worlds apart before.”
Trilling sadly, Stolas nodded. “I understand that, now.”
Satan’s remark about how he, a Goetia, a royal demon, had more value than an imp was astounding. Stolas truly assumed he and Blitz were equals, because why wouldn’t they be? They were both hellborn citizens and sure he might have been a prince, but all living creatures were valuable.
Blitz was nearly put to death for the same crime while Stolas essentially got a slap on the wrist in comparison. To say it was eye opening was an understatement.
This sentiment seemed to reach Blitz because he nodded with a solemn gaze.
There was no need to talk about all of that yet. But in time, they would.
“I want to just exist with you and do things with you,” Blitz said, kissing Stolas’ face. “Do you know how awesome it is coming home and seeing you now? I fucking love it.”
Blushing heavily, Stolas looked away shyly, but Blitz wasn’t done and kept kissing his face. He giggled with delight, his heart soaring and melting.
“I can’t wait to keep doing things with you, Stolas,” Blitz went on, his smile growing as his tail wagged up a storm. “It’s been great. I want to celebrate Sinsmas with you, do weekend fun stuff, or even just go to the store and buy shit for the apartment! I just want to do all that domestic stuff with you, alright?”
Stolas cooed, held his beloved closer and melted into the kisses or nuzzles. He did funnily recall Blitz’s blatantly facetious “relationships are boring” mantra, but decided not to bring it up. It wasn’t the time.
“I would love to do all of that with you, too,” Stolas murmured. Shame ran through him as he clung onto Blitz tighter. “I’m so sorry I haven’t been overly myself lately. I swear to you that I want to experience all of this domesticity with you. I just haven’t been able to show it.”
“Hey, you have nothing to be sorry for,” Blitz said softly. He kissed Stolas’ cheek, lingering. “You’re going through a lot of shit and I know what it’s like. It’s okay to not be okay, sweet beak.”
Awww. What an adorable nickname. Stolas felt himself fluffing up considerably and he smiled just a little. Blitz noticed this and beamed.
“You’ve just been so kind and very caring to me. I deeply appreciate your efforts.” Stolas met his gaze and sniffled. “And I want to reciprocate.”
Blitz kissed him again and Stolas cooed, melting into the contact. He pulled back, still wearing that tender smile. “You’re here and that’s what matters more, Stols.”
Smiling more, Stolas this time initiated a kiss and caressed his beloved’s face. Blitz whirred happily as he kissed back, threading his fingers through Stolas’ headfeathers.
They lay their foreheads together, holding each other, mutually smitten.
“I’m not used to being so wanted,” Stolas admitted.
Blitz squeezed him tighter. “You’re never gonna get rid of me now, you know that, right?”
This made Stolas giggle and he melted upon seeing Blitz light up.
“Fuck, I missed hearing you laugh,” Blitz admitted.
Letting out a little hoot, Stolas nuzzled him, and earned a happy mewl. “You made me laugh since day one, dearest.”
“You’re the only person who finds me funny,” Blitz said, a tinge of lament in his tone. “I just want to keep making you laugh.”
“I always found you funny and I welcome your efforts,” Stolas cooed. “I truly am happy to be here with you, Blitz. The circumstances aren’t ideal, but I’m very thankful you let me stay with you.”
“I would’ve helped you even if you didn’t save my life, Stolas. I want you to know that,” Blitz murmured, kissing his cheek.
Heart warming all the more, any doubts evaporated. After all, Blitz had done the same for Loona without question. Stolas smiled and nodded. “I do know that.”
They smiled at each other and shared a kiss, just because they could.
“Hey, you want to watch some cartoon ponies? I think you’re gonna like it.”
“Oh?”
A very eager imp introduced him to an earth cartoon, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, and suggested they start a marathon with some hot chocolate. All too awake and not willing to sleep, Stolas agreed. Especially as he saw how excited his beloved was.
“Telling you now, Twilight Sparkle’s my favourite.”
“Oh, is she?”
“You’ll see why. Used to be Rainbow Dash, and don’t get me wrong, still like her. But had a change of heart over the past year when I rewatched,” Blitz said, winking at him. “Trust me, you’re gonna love her.”
“I believe you,” Stolas said with a giggle.
Sitting back and watching cartoon ponies while snuggled up to the imp he loved to the ends of Hell and back with some hot chocolate, agian, was delightful. Twilight Sparkle being the favourite became very apparent.
It was going to be a difficult journey overall. But being with Blitz made it easier to bear and Stolas felt that in time, he would feel better. Hopefully with Octavia included in the future, but at least it wasn’t impossible.
For now, Stolas would remember what he did have. The safety and security of being around the man he loved while navigating his new life. Maybe what they had right now was undefined, but that didn’t matter.
Their mutual love was as sure as the stars would shine.