Wishing You’ll Be Mine - LadyShadowDancer (2024)

Chapter 1: Friend

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Blitzo was nervous standing in front of Paimon, a King of Hell who was able to easily purchase the small imp for his son's entertainment. He wondered if he could sense his heart racing, see his tail swishing with anxiety or even read his very thoughts. His papa wanted him to steal from this imposing force and Blitzo would do it, he would do anything to help his mama.

“Here is your new friend, my son. Happy Birthday.” Paimon leaned toward his son, the owl boy, a bit taller than Blitzo, four red eyes wide and pink dusting across his white heart shaped face plate.

“A friend!” the boy exclaimed, looking so excited it made Blitzo uncomfortable.

“I guess” He raised his arm in a wave “Hi, um I’m Blitzo.”

“I’m Stolas” the boy bowed “it’s nice to-” he gave a small yelp of pain as his father smacked him on the head, his top pair of eyes swirling with the impact.

“Don’t bow to that one, he bows to us. Idiot.” His father chastised.

“Oh right, sorry father,” Stolas looked downcast, Blitzo could certainly relate to the owl in that moment, his father was quick to smack the back of his head when Blitzo messed up a performance, which was unfortunately often.

Edging around the dark King, Blitzo approached the prince.“W-what do you want to do?” He asked, Stolas’ face lit up again as he led Blitzo into the palace and towards his book collection.

Blitzo was a bit proud of himself when he made up his treasure hunt game, even getting the prince to accept it was in fact an imp game. Of course he was very good at making games in general, always coming up with something fun for him, Fizz and Barbie to play and technically treasure hunt was a game they had played before so it sort of counted as an ‘imp’ game. Although the throw everything out the window part was new.

He was having fun freely running around the palace shoving anything shiny into a burlap sack while Stolas trailed behind huffing and puffing. The kid would not survive in the circus with that stamina still Blitzo slowed his pace to let him catch up.

The pair came across a massive spiraling chandelier, both in awe as it glittered in the ballroom, looking to each other before running underneath. Blitzo grabbed a piece off from a lower strand mistaking it for some valuable diamond instead of glass. The two cheered as they ran in circles, hands grazing the hanging glass to create a tinkling sound and falling back on the ground to stare up into the crystals.

Blitzo felt the anxiety once again build in the pit of his stomach, having too much fun when he should be focused on grabbing more for his family. He started to lift himself readying to take more but then he looked at the pure joy on Stolas’ face and he slipped back down instead to point out the stunning colours casting around them.

Stolas eventually sprung up “Shall we find more treasure? I think we have more room!” he gestured to the bag, Blitzo scrambled up snatching the treasure nodding to the prince.

While the two ran amok upstairs Blitzo heard his dads whistle from the balcony, Blitzo leaned over to spy his dad waiting in the bushes waving for him to throw the sack. The imp made sure Stolas wasn’t looking as he tossed it over the railing. That anxiety twisting in his stomach as he turned to Stolas who began calling out for him.

Thankfully Stolas seemed too enamored with having a friend around to notice the sack of treasure was gone until long after they had left the scene of Blitzo’s crime. He looked about, hooting softly as he realized it was gone, Blitzo gave a casual shrug.

“It was too heavy so I ditched it.”

“Oh, I wish I could’ve experienced throwing it out the window too.” Stolas frowned for a quick moment before quickly replacing it with a shaky smile.

“We can still throw this stuff” Blitzo held up the handful of treasure they had procured, he found a window to push open and tossed a vase out, it shattered on the grass below.

Stolas squealed in glee tossing the crystals and gold baubles in his arms out the window “Now we are real pirates right Blitzo?!” All four eyes wide and wild, flush spreading across his face.

“Y-yeah” Blitzo shook his head looking away “Let's do something you want to do now. No books!” Blitzo quickly added as a grin spread across Stolas’ face.

“You’ll hire me?” Stolas giggled looking up at the young imp who had scurried up the tree hanging from his tail off the branch.

“Yeah if I feel like it.” Blitzo leapt back down.

“Well… I hope I qualify! You’d be a good boss.” Stolas could hardly keep the excitement from bubbling up, trying to remind himself it was unbecoming of a Goetia but still this had been one of his best birthdays ever, it was too much to resist the joy blossoming in his chest.

“You say that with sarcasm but I tots would” the two dissolved into a laughing fit, interrupted by a grumbling from Blitzo’s stomach.

“Follow me!” Stolas took off towards the kitchen, everything towered above the small boys who quickly scoped out the room for any servants who may shoo them away before Blitzo boosted Stolas up the counters. Stolas opened the cupboard and began tossing down every manner of sugary sweets they had before scrambling back down.

Returning to Stolas’ room they sat in front of his collection of books, chomping away at cookies flipping through the grimoire, Blitzo couldn't seem to make heads or tails of the words written, something that always happened when he tried to read but this book seemed to be written in an ancient language.

“Prince Stolas,” the imp butler approached the two, looking down his nose at Blitzo’s chocolate covered face “It is time for your friend to return.”

“Oh,” Stolas frowned. “Yes of course, thank you.” the butler bowed slightly and headed towards the open doorway, awaiting Blitzo to follow. “You’ll come back again, yes?” The young owl turned to his new friend.

“Uh yeah, sure” Blitzo doubted he actually would, they were bound to find out he had robbed the place and Stolas wouldn’t ever want to see him again, still the prince lit up in a grin and walked the imp to the front door, peeking for his father before dipping into another quick bow.

“Goodbye Blitzo I’ll see you soon!” Stolas watched his friend make the walk down the driveway, his father joining Blitzo near the gate before the prince finally retreating back inside.

“I had the best birthday ever!” Stolas bounced around his bed, the butler entered the room about to scold the boy who just continued “I made my first ever friend! Can you believe it!”

“It's time for bed young Prince” the imp drew back the comforter. Stolas gave one final bounce falling onto his back and taking a calming breath.

“When do you think my friend will come back for a visit?” he wondered aloud “Oh or could I go visit him at the circus again? Will father allow me to?” the butler didn’t answer, simply tucking the boy into bed and making a non committal sound. His father will most likely not let him return to the circus but a boy could hope.

A few weeks had passed since Prince Stolas visited the circus and Blitzo had not seen him again, the prince did not visit the circus again and Blitzo was not allowed to return to the palace “Why woulda even want to go back, never hit the same mark twice stupid!” Cash had sneered down at his son. He was right, by now they would’ve put two and two together but still Blitzo really wanted to go visit.

Not just because Stolas would definitely play pirates with him, unlike Fizz and Barbie who had now united against him, no longer indulging in pirate talk in between practice. Which is why Blitzo found himself alone at the edge of the circus, kicking a stone around, the sun having set and a full moon rising in the sky, thinking about the fun he’d had at the palace.

Biting his lip he decided it wouldn’t hurt to sneak off and see for himself if his friend was still a friend. He made his way to the palace easily enough, debating the front door but choosing to slip through the garden and find the balcony outside Stolas’ room. Testing the strength of the vines climbing upwards before using them to scale the wall, gracefully tumbling over the banister and slinking towards the door.

There was a faint purple glow coming from inside, Blitzo peered in to see Stolas’ face scrunch up reading his grimoire one hand raised, purple sparkling magic flickering around it as he paced in his room. Blitzo let out a gasp which had Stolas’ head turning around to an unnatural angle, surprise spreading across his features, he slammed his book closed “You came back!”

Stolas ran over to the balcony, his arms opening up wide then he quickly closed them skidding to a halt in front of Blitzo and extended one taloned hand instead, Blitzo shook it awkwardly.

“I-I did, sorry I had to-”

“I tried to come see you at the circus-” Both boys had begun at the same time.

“What? You go ahead-”

“Oh you may speak first I’m-” They both let out at the same time again, before laughing.

“It’s not important,” Blitzo shrugged as the giggles died down, it seemed he was welcome here still after all “I had to sneak out but I uh- missed hanging out.”

Stolas bounced from foot to foot, talons clinking on the tile “Me too! You must tell me all about your daring escape to come visit!” Stolas seemed very prone to fantastical exaggerations and Blitzo didn't mind leaning into it, making up a much more interesting story than simply walking out the back entrance, one with flips, rabid quievies and maybe an explosion.

The two chatted about how they had spent their days the past few weeks, Blitzo demonstrating some maneuvers from the new act he and Fizz were working on, at Stolas’ behest, the owl clapping and hooting like it was the best show ever.

“How has this been coming along?” Blitzo’s tail wrapped around the grimoire lifting the heavy book to rest in between them on the chaise lounge.

Stolas grimaced “I don’t know, it's quite tiring, I can't seem to do much.” He pulled the book to his lap, opening it “This spell is supposed to make portals.” Blitzo leaned over to look at the pages.

“Is that what you were doing when I showed up?” Stolas nodded “I wanna see!” Blitzo had scooched in closer, so the book was shared on his lap and he smiled at Stolas expectantly.

“I’ll try, but I can't make any promises, nothing has appeared so far” Stolas had a flush running across his face, hand nervously brushing through the feathers that made up his hair. Leaning back from Blitzo’s close proximity. Stolas cleared his throat, looked back to the pages and began to recite the spell, his hand warming with the magical glow. Blitzo’s eyes widened as a sound of amazement slipped out his lips.

Stolas clicked his beak together, concentrating on the spell again, willing all his being into making this work to finally open a portal and show off for his friend even as the magic stuttered and blinked in an out “You should relax,” Blito said “You’re probably thinking to hard, like the first time on a tightrope you think about how high the drop is so much you're bound to fall.”

“Oh,” he took a breath, focusing harder now on relaxing “I think that is easier said than done.”

Blitzo started to laugh, seeing Stolas scrunched up expression again, he nudged the owl with his elbow “You should see the look on your face” he tried to mimic him and Stolas found himself giggling at the ridiculous expression, Blitzo hamming it up crossing his yellow eyes, brows drawn in and sticking his forked tongue out. In that moment a small ring of purple materialized before them, opening up slightly, enough to slip a hand through, stars twinkled beyond, it closed the moment the boys lept toward it to get a closer look.

Stolas blinked at the empty space, his hand cooling as the magic dissipated, his legs wobbling slightly “That was amazing!” Blitzo cheered, arms pumping into the air “You are so cool!” Stolas stumbled back reaching for the cushion behind them “Are you okay?”

Blitzo helped the boy steady “Oh yes it's just a bit tiring as I said, I’m told it will get easier and be practically second nature some day.” Stolas’ head swam, the world tilting on an axis, Blitzo pulled one of Stolas’ arms over his shoulders and helped him to his bed.

“I should head back now anyways, you get some rest” Blitzo waved to the owl after dropping him on the comically large poster bed, heading towards the balcony, the room naturally darkening as candles went out on their own.

“Will you come back to visit soon?”

Blitzo stopped hearing the small voice coming from the darkened room, he turned enough to spy the four red eyes peering his way, smiling he said “Yeah, sure.”

Chapter 2: Crush

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A few years had passed since Stolas first met Blitzo, the circus imp would sneak over to the palace a few times a month, unless the circus was traveling to the lower rings which it had done so nearly 6 weeks ago. Stolas leaned against the baluster, cheek propped on one hand, sighing as he gazed out at the sky wondering what his friend was doing.

‘Maybe he is looking up at the stars right now wondering what I am doing too. ’ Stolas felt heat creep across his face as the thought flitted through his mind. He always got so flustered when thinking of Blitzo, he didn't have any other friends and thought this was a normal reaction but lately he was beginning to suspect it may not be. Mostly because the thought of Blitzo feeling this way for his other friends made his stomach twist.

There was a rustling sound followed by a loud thump, Stolas nearly jumped out of his skin from the surprise “B-Blitzo!” he rushed forward to help the imp straighten out, giving him a quick tight hug, which Blitzo returned.

“Miss me!” The imp grinned looking upwards “Geez did you get taller again?” he pouted.

Stolas hooted, that heat blooming on his face again, heart racing a bit “Just a little” he had been steadily gaining height over Blitzo who was still growing as well, just not as fast as the Goetia. Stolas felt himself hunching to equal out their heights “And yes I did miss you.” his heart beat even faster as his words spilled out.

“I got you something in Greed,” Blitzo lightly pushed Stolas inside the room, continuing on as if he didn’t hear the owl at all, which he was thankful for “so close your eyes!” he kept his tail tucked in close to his back, hiding whatever had thrown his balance off when he scurried over the balcony.

“You did not have to get me anything” Stolas immediately responded, his royal training to appear modest and polite slipping out, he should refuse a few times before accepting to not seem too eager, despite jumping from foot to foot with excitement, talons clasping in front of his chest to resist reaching out to snatch the gift from behind Blitzo ' Excitement is unbecoming of a Goetia ’.

“Yeah yeah, just close em Stols.” Blitzo rolled his own eyes.

Stolas could hear the sound of his beak clacking together, Blitzo had taken to calling him by a nickname which always made his feathers ruffle. He wanted to give one back to Blitzo but felt too nervous to say it for the first time, not that he even knew what he would call him. Blitzo was still staring at him, waiting for his eyes to close, Stolas complied.

“Top ones to cheater!” Stolas hooted and closed his second set of eyes, the imp had caught on quickly in the past that Stolas didn’t play fair when it came to his vision, he had threatened to never play hide and seek again if he didn't close all four eyes on his turn to seek. Blitzo grabbed one of Stolas’ hands to turn it over and placed something in it “Okay open ‘em!”

Stolas opened his eyes to find himself staring at a book, Blitzo had bought him a book, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes “Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!” Stolas was beaming, he loved books so much, loved words even more but he never received a book as a gift, they were tools to learn or something he had to request more of, never a thoughtful gesture.

“Geez, Stols, it's not that big a deal.” Blitzo had a shaky smile on his face, Stolas realized he had grabbed Blitzo’s wrist with his free hand and had been bouncing them around in a circle.

“Let's read it together!” Stolas was now dragging Blitzo towards the chaise longue, examining the cover, it had a horse face, the title ‘Wild at Heart’ in bold letters, of course Blitzo would choose something about horses, Stolas’ collection was lacking in that particular area of research according to Blitzo. He turned the book over to read the synopsis:

Storia only had 2 things on her mind 1. Family 2. Horses. It was the summer before college

and she was going to convince her father that she would be the one to take over their family ranch.

She would complete her college diploma and start a horse therapy business to revitalize the ranch proving her worth to the family.

That summer they hire a new ranch hand, Blaise, who is all charm and smiles. Suddenly Storia

finds she is now thinking of 2 new things 1. Boys 2. Kissing.

Will Blaise show her there is more to life than finding the approval of her father?

Or will Storia push love aside for family responsibility?

Stolas thought it was an odd choice for the imp to make, clearly this was a romance, perhaps this was what Blitzo enjoyed in his stories, this was his way of showing Stolas a new part of him. They were sitting together, Blitzo lounging back, one foot stretched out the other propped on the cushion, tail swishing over the velvet fabric. He closed his eyes slightly waiting for Stolas to start, they had done this a few dozen times, Blitzo saying the words were too jumbled to bother trying to read himself and that Stolas has an easy voice to listen to, even though he often fell asleep.

Stolas sat on the edge, both feet firmly on the floor, back straight as steel, he really wanted to recline back next to his friend, maybe even lean onto him a bit, then if there were any pictures they could easily see them together. He snapped the book open and began reading instead, after a couple chapters Blitzo groaned “Ugh I’m sorry Stolas I thought I was getting you a smart book!”

“A smart book?”

“Yeah like all your other books! I saw the horse and thought it was a smart book about them, not this” He had gestured over to his collection, it was true he didn't have any fiction on the shelves “I knew I should’ve tried harder to read the back, Barbie said it was fine though. Liar.”

“I’m enjoying the story so far Blitzo, besides its the thought that counts.” Blitzo turned his face away, glaring at nothing in particular, tail slapping against the couch agitated “Were you perhaps hoping we could learn about horses together?”

Blitzo’s red face seemed to darken “I dunno, you like reading and I like horses, I thought we would both enjoy it but this is barely about them. Just on and on about a couple of Sinners."

Stolas felt like his heart was leaping out his chest or perhaps his stomach was trying to hurdle out his throat, he tapped the back talons on his feet together feeling a bit shy now “I-I think we have something in the main library we could read instead then,” He placed the book down next to him “I could run down real quick” he offered.

Blitzo sighed, his tail bumping Stolas’ shoulder “Nah don’t bother for tonight, just read another chapter of that one and then I should get going.” Stolas obliged and could’ve sworn he heard Blitzo mutter under his breath “It could’ve at least had some pictures.”

Stolas was tucked into his bed later that night after Blitzo had left, the romance novel in his hands, he wanted to keep reading and never put it down. It was the first book he had received and on that fact alone it deserved to be read in its entirety in one sitting, and certainly not because he was enjoying every stolen glance and secretive smile Blaise gave Storia as they worked around each other at the ranch. Storia tried to ignore him but her heart would race when they spoke, she would feel tongue tied and blush at his easy smiles. At one point it seemed the two would be doomed to end when Storia caught Blaise with another girl, thankfully Blaise chased after her and said it was just a friend, but she hated thinking he had friends he treated the same way as her.

Stolas could certainly relate with Storia with that, he too would be sad to see Blitzo smiling at his imp friend at the circus the way he smiles at Stolas, he shook his head rapidly. ‘ Goodness this is silly it is a character in a book we aren’t alike ’ so he continued reading, getting so engrossed he no longer saw the words but the scene playing out in front of him like a screen.

Blaise had rushed up the mountain trail, sun setting as he took Storia in his arms “Just admit it, you feel the same way I do Stor” hand reaching up, a red claw brushing through white feathers.

“I don't have time for this, I have responsibilities Blaisy, this is not part of my plan” red eyes beseeched yellow ones to understand.

“Love never is” Blitzo pulled Stolas’ face down as their lips crashed together, forked tongue swiping across his beak to gain entrance, helpless to deny it Stolas gave into the feeling-

Stolas slammed the book shut and tossed it from him as if it was on fire, his face may well be as it was more pink than white now, he had imagined him and Blitzo kissing, that was not something you imagined doing with a friend. Hands clamping over his beak as he began making involuntary hoots Stolas came to the realization he very much so wanted to be more than friends, Stolas was falling in love with his best friend.

Stolas was outside working in the garden, the pentagram was high in the sky, unnaturally hot even for Hell, the owl wiped sweat off his face uncaring he got dirt on his feathers. He needed a distraction today, so he slipped away from his studies under the guise that doing was the best way of learning, his thoughts had been so scattered this past week.

He liked Blitzo, more than a friend, he wanted to know what it would feel like to hold his hand or share a kiss, he wanted to experience falling in love together. It was impossible, not just because he was engaged but because Blitzo was well Blitzo. He was able to see the world in a way Stolas couldn’t, carefree and confident there was no way he would have feelings for Stolas, the sad lonely prince stuck in a palace.

Despite that he didn’t want to crush these feelings, maybe it would be a bad idea but he wanted to let them grow, like a small seed planted in his heart whatever grew would be special just for him and no one else.

“Whatcha smiling about Stols?” Blitzo had appeared beside the prince.

“Oh nothing, just daydreaming. You’re early today.” Stolas was always being caught off guard by Blitzo silent arrivals.

“It's too damn hot today, the circus is going to be dead, who wants to roast in a tent and smell literal hot garbage when they could go to the water park.” Blitzo sat down and was ripping out chunks of grass, Stolas brushed his claws away to stop him. “So we all ditched for the day, Barb and Fizz wanted to do some stuff in the city and figured I’d bug you.”

“I appreciate it.” He really did, his heart clenched because instead of going off with the others he wanted to be with Stolas, and he could almost tell himself it wasn’t just because the palace had central air, Blitzo was wiping sweat off his brow “We can head in and cool off if you’d like.”

“I’m good, fresh air is nice, want some help?” Blitzo laid out on his stomach, head propped on his hands.

“Would you mind pulling out the weeds?” Stolas pointed to which plants were to be removed, Blitzo immediately started ripping them out with manic joy. “Thank you Blitzy.” The prince quickly turned away, heart racing, he busied himself with deadheading the dying blooms, wondering if the imp even heard his endearment.

Blitzo was making his way across the tightrope, holding a balancing stick in his arms, tail still doing some heavy lifting to keep him upright as he crept along the rope. He needed to get more confident on the tightrope, Fizz and Barbie wanted to try adding a three person pyramid to their act and Blitzo really didn't want to be the cause of them all tumbling.

With one leg lifting to step again Blitzo heard a series of hoots, his head snapped down to look for Stolas, and immediately lost his footing, free falling down until a claw clasps his, instinct kicking in to cling to the rope Fizzarolli had swung in on. “Come on Blitzo, how are you still messing this up?”

The two landed on a lower platform, Blitzo looked around the ring for Stolas and found two young imps blowing into a wooden instrument and dragged his claw over his own face, of course Stolas wasn’t here, he literally couldn’t leave the palace. Fizz did not miss his searching gaze, his friend bursting into peels of laughter “Oh my satan you thought your princy was here didn’t you.”

“Shut up Fizz.” Blitzo started to climb down, fangs digging into his bottom lip.

“Oh prince charming, come sweep this clown off his feet!” Fizz continued in a sing-song tone, one hand over his heart the other outstretched.

Barbie trotted over to join in on razzing Blitzo, standing below the platform reaching back to Fizz “Oh little clown I’ll storm the Big Top to rescue you!” The two falling over with peels of laughter, while Blitzo completely covered his face to hide how flustered he was.

“It's not like that, you guys, knock it off. I'm taking a break.” Blitzo stormed off flipping both his middle fingers as they jeered it was just a joke. But he couldn’t laugh it off, it was becoming clearer and clearer to Blitzo that he may be crushing on the prince, apparently it was obvious to everyone around him too.

He couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment, he just noticed he was thinking about him more often, wondering about his day and trying to sneak out at least once a week to see him. Watching his eyes light up as he told Blitzo a bunch of boring facts from his books, which Blitzo may have started asking what he had read since they last saw each other just to see that look.

He liked sitting on the couch while Stolas read to him, staring at the feathers running down his neck, itching to reach out and graze a claw down the owl's back, wondering what sound he would make. They had never touched like that before though, brief hugs, maybe a light touch to a wrist if they needed to lead the other somewhere.

He really noticed that he was feeling something more whenever Stolas would stand at his full height instead of hunching low to keep them at similar eye levels, Blitzo kind of liked that the prince towered over him, getting to gaze up at him caused butterflies in his stomach. Which confused the hell out of him, he hated when Fizz was getting taller than him, why Stolas seemed to have the opposite effect.

Blitzo groaned “Why, why, why” how could he possibly have f*cking caught feelings for someone so out of his league, an Ars Goetia, a literal Prince of Hell and Blitzo the clown failure extraordinaire had no shot with him. He just had to keep this to himself and it would go away, it's not like he had never felt all fluttery around others before, heaven even Fizz used to make his stomach twist into knots a couple years ago and that was long gone now.

He would get over it and never let it on in front of Stolas, he wouldn’t ruin their friendship. Blitzo decided to cut his losses and ditch practice all together, he wasn’t going to be able to focus now anyways may as well indulge those intrusive thoughts to go visit the palace instead, true he had just been there two days ago but what the hell, who would notice. Besides Stolas had taken to calling him Blitzy ever since he gave him that book a few months ago and he really liked hearing him say his name like that, too much, the first time he couldn’t look the prince in the eyes he was so flustered, hoping the owl did not notice how deeply he was blushing.

“Just where do you think you’re sneaking off too?” Cash yank Blitzo backwards from his shirt collar. “I saw that disgrace back there”

Blitzo flinched and mumbled an apology “I was just going to get some air”

“You’ve got plenty, you want to be in the act so bad you better work hard or I'll cut you out and have your sister and Fizz be a duo. You can collect tickets instead.”

“No I don't wanna do that, I-I’ll get better.” Blitzo yanked free from his dads grasp, turning towards the Big Top.

“Yeah yeah like I haven’t heard that before'' Cash swatted the back of Blitzo’s head with his tail as he trailed behind him, he kept a constant watch on Blitzo the rest of the evening, fangs gnashing every time Blitzo stumbled. He would sneak over to see the prince another night, after he nailed this tightrope crossing, as a reward to himself.

Chapter 3: Jealousy

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“How has your study of the Grimoire been- uh” Paimon was speaking through the golden mirror he was so fond of using, Stolas stood at attention in the grand hall, he couldn’t remember the last time his father had been physically present in the same room as him.

“Stolas, your highness.” the imp butler holding the mirror supplied.

“Right right, Stolas, I trust you have mastered your spells?” Stolas fought the frown on his lips and the urge to roll his eyes, surely it was not that hard for a parent to remember their child's name.

“Yes father.” Stolas opened a portal to the stars to demonstrate, he no longer got light headed and weak kneed when performing his magic, although he felt there was still so much more to learn.

“And your prophecies?” Paimon prompted. Stolas shifty on his feet slouching slightly “Stand up straight owl boy, that is not the posture of a Prince”

Stolas snapped back to attention “Well I don't really understand how I’m supposed-”

“Figure it out, you will be taking on the full responsibility of your title in a few years, including your marriage, you will not disappoint Lucifer or the rest of the Goetia family.” His father scolded him “On the note of your marriage I am giving you a new portrait of your intended, the two of you will meet in person soon. One of the staff will notify you of the arrangement.”

A photo of Stella magically appeared in front of Stolas, surrounded in Paimons black magic. He took it in his hand and thanked his father without looking, he had no interest in meeting the girl but knew he also had no choice. His father gave a self satisfied smile, complemented his excellent parental skills in allowing his son to meet his fiancée before their wedding day and swiftly ended the conversation, his image fading from the mirror.

Stolas stomped the whole way up to his room, annoyed at father for brushing off his attempted request to help him understand just how he was to divine prophecies from the stars, if no one could tell him or show him how to see or hear or whatever it was he was to do, how would he ever accomplish this task? As he climbed the stairs he became more melancholic, his annoyance shifting to himself, he must not be trying hard enough, something should’ve just clicked naturally and he wasn’t worthy yet of this skill, he was a disappointment to the Goetia family.

He walked into his room, finally looking at the picture he held of Stella as he did so, not paying attention to his surroundings Stolas glided to his bed falling backwards on the plush comforter. At least this time Stella seemed to have been prepared for the portrait, the white peaco*ck was sitting regally, hands folded in her lap, wearing a soft pink dress that was very much in fashion, long hair down with a silver tiara atop her head. She had an almost smug smile and a dark glint in her pink eyes that made Stolas imagine she had not grown out of strangling quievies.

“What’s got your feathers all ruffled?” Stolas screeched, he stuffed the photo in a pocket as he faced Blitzo who was laying on the bed next to Stolas, on his belly, head propped on both hands, his legs up with feet crossed, his tail swaying gently in the air. He gave stolas a cheeky grin “You should be a little more aware of what's around you Stol”

“You scared the sh*t out of me Blitzy” Stolas gave his shoulder a shove, the imp careened sideways with a flop, he may have used more force than intended.

“Hey! I was sitting right in plain view of the door, you're the one who sauntered in all moody and threw himself on the bed, like the world's biggest drama queen!” Blitzo scrambled up right while ranting.

“I am not a drama queen.” Stolas announced to the room, with a playful amount of melodrama.

Blitzo rolled his eyes “Drama Prince then fine.” The two laughed at their shared joke, Stolas fidgeting a bit, he and Blitzo didn't usually lay around on his bed and Stolas was trying not to show just how nervous and excited he was by this. Truly it wasn’t like a bed was much different than a couch or even a blanket fort which they used to construct when they were younger and yet it felt different.

“I didn't realize you were coming over tonight, did you eat already?” Stolas was scooching to the edge of his bed readying to pop down to the kitchen when he changed his mind and opened a portal to reach his hand through and grab a box of cookies out of the pantry.

“You are going to get sooo lazy now” Blitzo teased, snatching the cookies and shoving two in his mouth at once “Thanks!”

“Anytime Blitzy '' Stolas used his magic to summon over the book they had been reading last time the imp visited, mostly filled with pictures of earth horse breeds. Stolas had tried opening portals right to the sinner's world, just enough to reach a hand in and snatch books from libraries he thought would interest Blitzo. Blitzo’s tail tapped against his shoulder, he looked at the imp who was still shoveling cookies in his mouth and could practically hear him saying ‘ lazy bird ’ just from the look in his eyes. “Oh you are just jealous.”

Blitzo crushed the cookie bag into a ball, stood up on the bed and tossed it to the waste bin Stolas had across the room, it bounced off the rim about to fall to the floor when it was suddenly surrounded in purple glittering magic and dropped in the bin “Nailed it!” Blitzo pumped a fist in the air. Stolas laughed and hooted, he was laying on his side now looking up at the imp.

“Excellent shot Blitzy.” He gave a playful smile, Blitzo inelegantly fell back on his butt, his heart racing a bit, these feelings really hadn’t died down in the past year. Sitting on the prince's soft bed next to him was certainly not helping. He tried not to stare too obviously at the long stretch of Stolas’ body, but he was failing miserably. Puberty certainly was working magic with the owl, his voice had dropped a bit but remained musical, his feathers fluffing up especially at his chest and his hips flaring in a way that had Blitzo blushing everytime he looked, and his eyes were traveling along them now when he noticed a scrap of paper sticking out of his back pocket.

“What were you looking at when you came in?” Blitzo’s mind latched on this new train of thought, ‘ Thank Satan .’

“Nothing.” Stolas rolled backwards so the paper would be pressed against the bed, he sounded defensive, Blitzo’s eyes narrowed, tail flicking “Oh look at this lovely one!” Stolas held the book in front of Blitzo, literally shoving a change of topic in his face.

“Nuh uh, you're hiding something from me,” Blitzo tore the book away, tossing it to the ground “Show me what it is” He leaned on to his haunches, arms at his sides getting ready to spring. On queue Stolas began to scramble away and Blitzo tackled him.

The two rolled off the bed crashing to the floor, Blitzo flipped Stolas over and ripped the paper from his pocket only to get a swift punt from a long tolaned foot, the paper snatched from his hand as he landed back on the bed, ‘ Satan he is strong as hell ’ Blitzo had to shake his head to focus on leaping after Stolas, wrapping around his face, tail winding around his torso and clawing up the arm Stolas was holding the paper high out of Blitzo’s usual reach.

“Blitzo knock it off” Stolas cried out as Blitzo wrestled it free, leaping back onto the bed, one hand holding the prince back as he flipped it over to see a beautiful female Goetia staring back at him. His stomach dropped, she looked like a princess from a fairytale.

“Who is this?” He tried so hard to not sound accusatory.

“M-my fiancée Stella.” Stolas snatched the picture back, all for eyes narrowed as he scowled, for a split second he thought he spied tiny white pupils in those red depths. Blitzo did not care to continue the game of stealing it back as Stolas tossed it in the night stand drawer slamming it closed.

“Oh.” Blitzo blinked a few times, his brain shutting off, it made sense she was clearly on his level, regal and proper “I uh didn’t realize you were dating someone.”

“I’m not.” Stolas’ face went bright red, and Blitzo suddenly felt angry, not really at Stolas but not not at Stolas, who was blushing over this girl.

“Right, just betrothed,” there was some venom behind that word. Why hadn’t he told him about this before, they told each other everything. Stolas could tell him how lonely he felt with no one but servants around the palace but apparently not that he was engaged to some royal supermodel.

“Yes actually, since I was 10, we haven’t even met” Stolas sighed and ran his talons through his head feathers “We will be meeting soon I’m told.” Guilt shot through the imp, he wanted to apologize for being sh*tty and prying but the words wouldn’t form, he was still hurt by the omission. Stolas sat on the chaise sulking.

“That sucks” Blitzo supplied lamely, sliding off the bed to awkwardly hover near his friend and absolutely completely out of his league crush. Stolas grunted, in a weirdly classy way only a prince could manage. “She looked uptight as f*ck”

Stolas sputtered out a laugh, quickly composing himself “I mean I’m pretty sure every Goetia is uptight, well except for you, are you sure you weren’t switched at birth-” he made a thoughtful look “Hatching?”

Stolas giggled and nodded his head.

“Well when you meet her you’ll have to tell me if you can see the literal stick up her-”

“Blitzy!” Stolas laughed harder “Don’t be so crass.”

“Like you're not just as crass, that butler would faint if he heard the way to talk to me sometimes ” Blitzo put a hand to his head “Oh his highness used the word sh*t, the rings are going to collapse!” and pretended to faint, magic catching him before he hit the tiled floor, enveloping him in a warm glow and lifting him back to his feet.

They seemed to salvage the mood for the night, Stolas didn’t engage in conversation about Stella and Blitzo was willing to let it drop too. Later when he lay in his bunk back at the circus he thought about the girl in the photo, wondering if Stolas was going to fall head over talons in love after they met in person. Would all their conversations become about his future bride? She was probably super smart like Stolas, clearly just as beautiful. Would Blitzo get edged out? Be a third wheel even if it was just the two of them? Forgotten by the prince?

He hated this ugly clawing feeling in the pit of his stomach, like he wanted to lash out and push Stolas away to save himself from the inevitable hurt. Despite putting distance between them sounding like a good idea, he really didn't want to lose Stolas forever.

It was the dreaded day, Stolas had stayed wrapped in his blankets for as long as the staff would allow him, before dragging himself out to preen, he was meeting his fiancée this afternoon, she would be visiting with her brother as chaperone. ‘ Why do we need a chaperone if we are already being forced to marry ’

He was in a sour mood, suspecting his father wanted the third person to make sure Stolas wouldn’t try and convince Stella to refuse their union, as if he would be brave enough to openly defy his father.

Stolas was standing in the entrance of his walk-in wardrobe, he had already slipped on a pair of black slacks and now he mulled over which shirt and waistcoat to pair. First impressions were important, especially with the Goetia, he needed something in current fashion, he had been leaning towards blacks lately but perhaps something more colourful would be appropriate.

"You should just throw out like half of this stuff, clearly you have too many options.” Blitzo had slipped into the room and come to stand beside Stolas, who immediately pulled his arms up to cover his exposed top half, chiding himself ‘ It's not like there is anything for him to see ’

“Blitzo, I thought I told you I would be busy today?” Stolas turned away slightly, hiding the blush on his face.

“Figured I’d come over anyways, you can’t just do an outfit montage without an audience that would be sad.” Blitzo walked in and ran his claws along the hanging clothing, then began tossing random shirts and vests at Stolas who quickly ended up with a mound of fabric in his arms. Blitzo turned back to him “Well go on try some stuff on.”

“Uh oh right!” Stolas waited until Blitzo sat on the chaise before closing the door and slipping on a white shirt and navy waistcoat that shimmered, he stepped out and Blitzo looked him up and down slowly before holding up a piece of paper he must have taken from the desk, he’d written an 8 on it.

“When you get a ten that's the winning outfit” Blitzo smirked, putting the page down next to him.

Stolas went through a few different outfit options, receiving an array of scores from the imp, he stepped out wearing a ruffled white shirt, left it unbuttoned to expose his chest plumage and paired it with a fetching black waistcoat covered in deep purple swirling vines. He loved this one, when he stepped out for viewing Blitzo held up a 9. “Really? That's it? Not a ten?” Stolas pouted, he turned around striking a pose in the mirror, with one hand on a popped out hip, the other combing through his head feathers as his tail gave a swish.

When he made eye contact with Blitzo in the mirror he saw the imp quickly write on the paper turning it around to reveal a 9.5, Stolas couldn’t help the happy hoot that slipped out. He glanced at the clock, he didn’t have very much time left to keep playing around with Blitzo, he decided he would try one more, without returning to the closet for privacy he removed his clothing, slipping on a matching black ensemble with puffed sleeves, silver trimmings and chained buttons, it was certainly not in fashion anymore but he was remiss to get rid of it.

“I think we found the winner,” Blitzo announced, not quite looking at Stolas.

Stolas frowned, “Where is my ten Blitzy?” The imp rolled his eyes and quickly flashed the ten score sheet he had made, little doodles of their faces, with more horse-like features than in reality, and flowers framing it. Stolas gave a grateful bow.

“I should be going now” Stolas pulled a pair of gloves on, checking his feathers again “When will you be back to visit?”

“I’m just gonna hang out here until you're done, I want to get all the hot gossip” Blitzo slid off the couch walking up to Stolas he brushed away some lint on the side of Stolas’s wasitcoat, claws grazing the curve of his hip. Stolas frowned at him, opening his beak to protest “Don’t worry I’ll keep myself occupied.” Blitzo spun on his heels and busied himself at the bookshelves.

“Alright, I’ll see you shortly.” Stolas took his leave then, headed to the parlor where they would be taking tea, the curate was already filled with finger sandwiches, scones and spreads. To the side a small plate of mice, bowl of fruits and bottle of Sherry.

Stolas heard the tap of the butler's hooves on the floor as he entered the room “Your Highness, your guests have arrived.” Stolas stood and the door opened fully “Marquis Andrealphus and Lady Stella” The two peaco*cks stepped into the room, Stolas gave a bow to the siblings.

The older peaco*ck Andrealphus swept in first, Stolas noted both were covered in white feathers, the Marquis’ tail, eyes and beak were turquoise and his hair periwinkle, Stella had black accents in her feathers and a slight pink undertone. Both were dressed at the height of fashion, clothing complimenting their natural colouring, Andrealphus jacket sleeves were slim, coat tail nearly as long as his actual tail and Stella’s pink dress crinoline belled the skirt so wide he worried she would not fit in the chair.

The three sat in awkward silence, Stolas tugged at the collar of his shirt, the two stared at him in a very intense calculating manner. “I’m-uh - Stolas, it's lovely to meet you.” He reached a hand over to Stella who turned her nose up at him, crossing her arms instead.

“Obviously we know who you are, Prince Stolas,” Andrealphus chuckled demurely behind a hand. “This is simply a formality, best to keep up appearances and such.” Stolas resisted the urge to sink into his seat, this was going to be a long afternoon.

Blitzo gave up on skimming the book spines nearly immediately after Stolas had left the room, he lazily wandered to Stolas’ closet, picking up the discarded articles of clothing and hanging them back up, taking his time to brush his hands over the lush fabrics.

The smell of Stolas’ lavender soap and preening oil was thicker in this room, Blitzo resisted the urge to press a shirt to his face an inhale ‘ Don’t be a total creep ’ he lectured himself, bad enough he couldn't stop staring at Stolas when he had changed his shirt in front of him, wanting to memorize the way his talons unbuttoned the vest, the drape of his arms as he let the clothing slip from his shoulders, satan the way his tail seemed to teasingly lift when he bent over to pick up his gloves.

“He has to know what he is doing.” Blitzo muttered, he was beginning to worry about Stolas seeing physical evidence that Blitzo was very interested in him, puberty really sucked sometimes. In an attempt to distract himself before the issue began to grow again Blitzo headed to the bathroom to rummage through Stolas’ stuff, he had dozens of lotions, oils and bath bombs the owl loved his bath time. Blitzo couldn’t blame him; he would too if he had a tub the size of a small pool, which he scurried over the rim off now to sit in the empty tub.

“I’m so bored!” Blitzo practically yelled out, relishing in the slight echo and yelling out colourful cusses until that too became boring. “I’ll just sneak out and peek in on their fancy tea time, maybe they’re going to leave soon.”

Blitzo climbed down the balcony, slinking around the garden to peer into various palace windows until he found the room the trio was in, thankfully Stolas was the only one facing the window, the imp moved around trying to get a better angle of view on the other guests then saw Stolas’ head perk up as he caught sight of Blitzo, the imp waved his arms excitedly.

Stolas’ top set of eyes narrowed, he was clearly trying to keep his composure, so Blitzo mimed falling asleep, he could see those eye widen and a nibble on his lower lip and suddenly Blitzo wanted nothing more than to make Stolas laugh out, so he doubled down, pantomiming like he was one of those stuffy nobles at the table, imitating their gestures.

At some point Stolas must have laughed, or just missed a queue from his company because the male peaco*ck turned in his seat to peer outside where Stolas’ attention was being pulled, Blitzo ducked into a bush, when he dared to look again the Stolas and Stella were walking towards him. ‘ sh*t ’ Blitzo tucked himself deeper, hiding himself completely again.

A door opened nearby “Enjoy the garden.” Blitzo heard a male voice callout as the couple stepped out, Stolas held his arm out for Stella to hold onto as they took a turn around the garden path. Blitzo knew he should probably head back upstairs but he wasn’t known for his good decision making skills so he decided to follow along.

Blitzo tried to hang back far enough to not get heard, but it meant he couldn't quite overhear the two Goetia, Stolas was waving his free hand about, probably pointing out different flower species like he had with Blitzo a few times, a big smile on his face. Stella looked over, her face remained in a perfect mask of propriety, murmuring something and Blitzo heard Stolas begin laughing.

That awful twisting feeling built in his stomach, why was he punishing himself by watching for the moment Stolas would fall in love with his fiancée, he snuck in closer “I will have to chose your suit for our wedding day, make sure you wear something appropriate, this black washes you out.”

Blitzo glared at the girl, he liked how Stolas looked, still Stolas laughed again “Ah yes of course, I suppose this is a bit out of style.” Blitzo frowned at his friend now, how was he supposed to know what was in style amongst nobles, it all looked the same anyways.

“Males are usually more colourful, I suppose we can make do with some wardrobe corrections, add some padding, I will not be getting married with a black colour palette, as long as pastels are still in style by then I will be choosing from pinks and creams” Stella chattered on, Stolas had a far away look in his eyes, probably imaging their wedding day already, Blitzo had to look away.

“I quite like lilac” Stolas supplied, Stella didn’t acknowledge his comment and continued with her own plans while steering them back to the palace, Blitzo decided it was time to slip back upstairs. Once he was back in the safety of the prince’s room he flopped onto the bed, tucking in on himself, tailing wrapping around his middle. ‘ He really is going to marry this girl one day. ’

Shortly after their turn about the garden Andrealphus and Stella took their leave and Stolas headed back to his room, he let out a long sigh as he closed the door “Blitzy you nearly got spotted.” He chided his friend, standing beside the bed to see Blitzo had fallen asleep, Stolas clamped his beak shut, glanced around before climbing onto the bed to lay down facing Blitzo.

The imp looked so relaxed right now, Stolas just wanted to watch him for a little bit, he wanted to forget all the cloaked barbs from Andrealphus and Stella, with Blitzo he didn’t feel like he was too thin or his feathers too gray, today he had felt like a ten. His eyes slowly closed as he drifted to sleep.

Stolas felt the sensation of being watched, he slightly opened his top set of eyes, the room was completely dark, the night had long since settled and Blitzo was still laying beside him, yellow eyes glowing as he watched Stolas with a soft gaze. Blitzo shut his eyes and Stolas let his slide close again too. He lay there pretending to be asleep, wondering if Blitzo was pretending as well so they wouldn’t have to say good-bye just yet.

Stolas was standing in front of his mirror fiddling with the pompadour in his head feathers for the tenth time that night before giving up on the strands that kept falling forward on his face and grabbing for his purple eyeshadow.

He hummed nervously recalling the night Blitzo invited him to go see Mammon’s concert with his friend and sister in the Greed ring, telling Stolas it was a waste to not use his portal magic to sneak out and have fun at least once, they had been sitting in this very room, Blitzo applying makeup to Stolas’ face. The imp had really taken to wearing black liner and shadow, when Stolas complimented him Blitzo started to bring makeup over for Stolas to try out.

While Stolas had continued to wear his preferred black clothing despite Stella and Andrealphus’ criticism he was still hesitant to apply makeup in front of anyone other than Blitzo, but tonight he wanted to be brave, in front of strangers at the very least.

Stolas stepped back to take in the final look, resisted the temptation to change entirely, he opened a portal and took a deep breath before stepping through. He appeared to be early to their meeting spot, he glanced around “Hey Stols!” Blitzo called out as he lazily rounded the corner.

Blitzo was wearing a spiked choker, a black tank top with MAMMON in lime green letters, pants in a matching green and a small bag slung over his shoulder, Stolas could feel the heat spreading across his face, Blitzo was so very handsome. “Barbie bailed on us but this is Fizz.” Blitzo gestured to his friend, Stolas took in the imp next to Blitzo, his face was round, he had the same black marking on his forehead as Blitzo, green eyeshadow to match the crop top he had on, midriff fully exposed and black pants. They had coordinated their outfits tonight and Stolas felt massively over dressed.

Fizz gave a large smile and held out his hand, Stolas may have gripped a little too hard if the wince the imp gave was any indication, he gave a clipped “Pleasure.” Blitzo pushed in between the two and led them on towards the crowd swarming the stage.

“Let's get closer to the stage!” Fizz exclaims, Blitzo nods reaching a hand out to grab Fizz’s so he could bully them forwards, Fizz had held a hand for Stolas to take but the owl just placed a hand his shoulder, trying to ignore the flare annoyance that Fizz’s hand was the one Blitzo had taken.

When they got to the front Blitzo pulled the bag off his shoulder, Fizz reaching to pull out a bottle of water and taking a deep swig before passing it to Blitzo who also took a long pull. “You want some?” Fizz asked Stolas as Blitzo began to recap it.

“It’s not water Stols, we snuck some vodka from my dads stash” Stolas hesitated as he reached for the drink, he’d had the occasional glass of wine or champagne in the past.

“Don’t worry no pressure bird boy” Fizz was about to take the bottle back when Stolas snatched it taking a long drink, sputtering at the burning sensation and awful taste.

“Yeah it's definitely better with a chaser!” Blitzo laughed, they continued to pass the drink around, heat curling in Stolas belly the more he drank until the empty bottle was put away again. “Man is thing ever going to start-”

On queue the announcer started up “Alright, folks! Give it up for the king of all things green! Hell’s number one clown! The money-maker himself! The Sin we all love most. Mammon, King of Greed!”

Blitzo and Fizz had started jumping up and down cheering with the crowd as confetti shot out and Mammon leapt forward “Heya implings! How are you doing tonight! I hope you are ready for the best funcking show you will ever see in your sh*t lives” He proceeded to talk about a yearly clown pageant to give someone the chance to work with him. Stolas' companions seemed excited by this announcement but Fizz was especially taken in by it.

The entertainment started, clown act after clown act performed, Fizz and Blitzo were really getting into it, they mimicked some acts, with the ease of people who had practiced together for years, jostling each other and gently teasing when one made a mistake. They had such an easy intimacy, Stolas felt like an interloper, an unwelcome witness to a piece of Blitzo’s life he would never be a part of.

The crowd continued to press in, never losing its hype, Stolas couldn’t catch his breath anymore, there were too many people, the music became too loud, his talons were clutching his arms so hard he may rip his shirt, there was a crackling energy building around him. Then he felt a gentle tap on his calf, looking down to see Blitzo’s tail had curled around him, the spade resting on his leg now “You doing alright Stols?” Blitzo practically yelled to be heard over the screaming crowd, Stolas nodded not wanting to ruin the evening.

Blitzo’s eyes narrowed a bit, he didn't believe the obvious lie “I’m fine Blitzy I swear.” Stolas gave a wave of his hand, forcing himself to look more relaxed, still Blitzo kept his tail close.

When the concert ended the three meandered away, walking through the streets of Greed “Alright I’m going to say it, that was too many clowns” Blitzo groused, stretching his arms out.

“I have to win that pageant someday!” Fizz spun around “Could you imagine how amazing it would be to get to work with him?”

Blitzo looked up at Stolas, giving an eye roll before turning back to Fizz “What's the point, isn’t being the star of our imp circus enough? Plenty of people know who you are, Fizz, you don't have to work for Mammon like a creepy mascot.” Blitzo bumped his shoulder against the other imp.

“It's not about that,” Stolas watched as Fizz leaned slightly into Blitzo giving him a little bump back “It’s getting to work with my idol. I just love that he’s giving someone new a chance to be in the spotlight!”

Stolas was staying very conscious of keeping his steps smaller to not out pace the imps, only half listening to their continued conversation, but he wondered if maybe now would be a good time to extract himself and portal home, he wanted to offer Blitzo to join him but knew it would be too rude to leave Fizz behind. He also didn't want to put himself in the position of seeing which of the two Blitzo would choose, as he pondered this, that same crackling energy started to build up again.

Blitzo had put an arm around Fizz, pulling him in to rub a knuckle over his head “It’ll be you Fizz!” Stolas missed the context completely, he reached out to tap Blitzo on the shoulder about to take his leave when some imp jumped out from the shadows to gush over Fizz.

“Holy sh*t, you’re Fizzarolli! Oh man! Your stuff is great!” Blitzo stepped a bit in front of Fizz, keeping his posture relaxed but the look on his face was one of annoyance, Fizz thanked the fan and they began to move around him, Blitzo maneuvered them so Stolas and Fizz were far from the fan who did not take the hint and continued on “After seeing your shows I wanted to get into clown performing too! I’m really good!”

Fizz’s tail wrapped around himself as he walked towards the fan, hand outstretched, Blitzo looked out right angry now, he halted Stolas’ movement with a hand “Just hang back Stols.” before turning his attention to Fizz “Hey aren’t you that creep who’s always trying to sniff around our dressing rooms?”

Fizz stopped before he could awkwardly shake the other imps hand, but the creep grabbed his wrist and dragged him in describing his idea for a romantic duo performance “Weird f*cking pitch, f*ck off” Blitzo was stalking forward as the fan ignored him “Hey sh*t-dick, beat it now before I make ya swallow your fangs!” he shoved the guy away from Fizz who was still trying to extract himself politely. The fan ran off cursing out Fizz and his trash act.

“What if my acts are trash, what if I’m not good enough” Fizz said in a small voice, tears streaming down his face.

Blitzo pulled Fizz into an embrace “Don’t let one asshole get you down” He patted Fizz’s head, wiped a tear away, Fizz thanked him, when they parted their tails were loosely wrapped together. “Sorry about the sh*tty first time out Stolas” Blitzo looked back at the prince.

Stolas jumped, he had figured he was all but forgotten at this point, and hated that he couldn't feel sympathy for Fizz, just this nasty deep jealousy that he could never be this way with Blitzo, that crackling energy was near to bursting around him, he felt as if his insides were on fire. “If you don’t mind I’m going to head home, it was lovely” ‘ dreadful ’ “meeting you Fizz. Would you two like a portal back to the circus?”

Blitzo looked at Fizz who gave a small shake of his head “Nah we’re good, we should get some fresh air, I’ll swing by in a couple nights to visit.” Blitzo and Stolas stood in front of each other, it felt uncomfortable with another person watching them, like they were about to hug goodbye but both hesitating, so Stolas gave a swift bow and left through a portal.

His breaths were coming out rapidly as soon as he crossed the threshold, that energy still not dissipating, his head felt like it was splitting now. Magic pulsed outward from him, his beak opened in a dark screech as his talons clawed into the tiled floor, his form changing. His body grew, bones shifting, feathers darkening to black with glowing red ends, new eyes opening, fangs stretching from his mouth, he felt almost fluid and so powerful. He hissed and growled his frustrations outwards.

He doesn’t know how long he stayed like this, eventually exhaustion overtook him and he sensed his body slipping back to its normal self, tears streaking down his cheeks. Stolas dragged himself on to his bed and collapsed into a dreamless sleep.

Blitzo and Fizz took their time walking back to the circus, Fizz didn't spend as much time away from it all as Blitzo did so even though he would’ve loved to take the portal offer, get home instantly and pass out he would stick out the long walk.

Fizz seemed calmer now as he looked at Blitzo “So, when are you going to go for it with your big bird boy?” He playfully shoved Blitzo “Hopefully I didn’t mess things up for you after tonight.”

“As if,” Blitzo gave a nervous laugh “it’s not like that Fizz. Stolas is a prince, and engaged so he is definitely not gonna look at me like that.”

“Are you kidding, he was checking you out all night,” Fizz rolled his eyes. “I think he wanted to strangle me back there. Next time grow a pair and ask him out without a buffer.” Blitzo grimaced, but stopped protesting, maybe he should test the waters a bit with Stolas then he could put this all to bed and move on.

Chapter 4: Touch

Chapter Text

Stolas had perfected a new spell, one that allowed him to enter the human world in a disguise, he had taken it for a test drive a few times, wandering through crowds of humans taking in their odd culture. He was browsing a shop for some lovely vintage waistcoats when he spotted an oddly shaped book, it had a mustang stallion on it and the title Spirit.

Stolas picked it up and was confused when there were no pages, it opened like a book but inside was a black plastic brick “Excuse me what is this?” Stolas brought it to the bored teen manning the cash register.

She looked up from her magazine “A movie. Duh.” Before making a bubble with the gum she had been loudly chewing on.

“Yes of course. How does one use it?” Stolas forced a smile.

“With a VHS player and TV.” She flipped a page, Stolas was about to ask a follow up question when she let out an annoyed sigh “I’ll go get the one off the floor and sell it to you for ten bucks if you will leave me alone.”

Stolas nodded vigorously, the girl left and returned with a metal box, one side seemed to be made of glass and had a slot below it, Stolas had magiced some human money into his hand and placed it on the counter, grabbing the television and movie, he quickly left the store ignoring the girl calling out “You forgot your change weirdo!”

Stolas returned home swiftly, he placed the TV on a table and examined the movie before jamming it in the slot, nothing happened. Annoyed, he smacked the side, then circled the contraption until he found a wire hanging out the other side, he looked at the pronged end, it clearly was powered by electricity but he didn’t think he had an outlet that would work. Shrugging Stolas flicked his hand, magic glowing around the prong and the TV blinked on, a faint humming emitting from it as a moving picture filled the screen of a horse galloping ‘Oh I must show Blitzy’.

It was a few days after procuring the human TV when Blitzo came over, Stolas bounced from foot to foot as he revealed what he had found. “Wow cool, we don’t have any TVs hanging around at the circus, this one looks kinda weird though.”

“It's a vintage human one!” Stolas was lovingly patting it, he also never had a television in the palace, it was thrilling to have something so modern around, he’d returned to the human world to grab other movies in the last few days but saved Spirit for him and Blitzo to watch. He showed the imp the movie now and swore he could see stars in Blitzo’s eyes “Lets watch it together.”

Stolas put the tape in, the TV was on a table pulled up near the chaise, both boys sat down and stared at the fuzzy screen as opening titles played. “We need popcorn.” Blitzo looked at Stolas hitting the pause button on the TV “It's like the rule when watching a movie.” Stolas opened a portal and stepped into the kitchen, he grabbed some snacks tossing them to the imp waiting on the other side of the purple magic as popcorn popped in the toaster oven.

They resettled now a buffet of sugary and salty treats piled between them, movie resuming. At some point in the film Stolas had tucked himself on to his side, feet on the cushion, Blitzo moved the now ignored snacks off to give him more room. Stolas peeked over when Blitzo’s tail made some particularly hard smacks on the cushions, Blitzo seemed a bit on edge, perhaps he was really getting into the story, Spirit was defying the humans who tried to break him, Blitzo was a firm believer of horse rights.

Half way through, Stolas began to shift, turning his body towards the middle of the chaise, leaning on one hand to help reposition himself, he was about to move it when he felt the faintest graze against his pinky. His top eyes looked down to see Blitzo’s hand also flat on the cushion right next to his, his pinky rubbing slowly against Stolas’.

His feathers ruffled up his neck, heat spreading across his face, he felt Blitzo’s claw pull away and found his own moving to reconnect them. This slow rubbing of pinkies continued, hands twisting to brush more fingers together, Stolas nearly giggled when Blitzo’s claws tickled across his palm. He was sneaking glances at his friend, Blitzo would look straight at the movie mostly, sometimes peeking down at their touching hands and once looked up at Stolas, his face a deeper red than usual.

The movie stopped, the credits completely rolled past and Stolas hadn't the faintest idea what the second half was about, even though he’d kept his main eyes trained on the screen, his thoughts were solely focused on the feeling of those red claws against black talons.

“Do you have another one?” Blitzo was staring at the TV, his hand stilled.

“Yes.” Stolas didn’t want to move, didn't want to risk whatever was happening right now. “I’ll go grab one, any requests? I don’t have another horse one but I have a films on plants, the stars, oh one delightful documentary on a small town plagued by a shark”

“Whatever is fine” Blitzo shrugged, his hand returning to his own lap, Stolas quickly jammed the tape labeled Jaws into the TV, when he returned to his seat Blitzo snatched his hand up, interlocking their fingers and resting them together on his leg, the imp had moved in close enough for their bodies to be touching, his tail wrapped behind Stolas thumping on the cushion next to his leg.

Once again the movie played on without Stolas taking much notice, they brushed their thumbs against each other, the spade on Blitzo’s tail brushing against his thigh, at some point a man screamed as he was ripped in half by the shark but Stolas just leaned into Blitzo, resting his head against one of his horns, a content hum escaping him.

Blitzo shifted slightly, Stolas lifted his head as Blitzo tilted his upwards, red eyes stared in golden ones, getting closer to one another, Blitzo’s free hand running up Stolas arm then his shoulder, Stolas’ own free hand tentatively reaching out to the imp. They were getting so close now, Stolas gave into the urge to close his eyes as a red claw brushed against his cheek, cupping the side of his face.

Suddenly a loud knock was at the door, both boys jumped apart to opposite ends of the couch “Your Highness?” The butler's voice rang out, the handle twisting and door opening, Stolas used his magic to slam the door closed.

“Y-yes? I’m not decent right now” Stolas tried to level out his voice, hearing it crack.

“King Paimon has summoned you.” the owl slumped.

“I will be there right away.” Both waited a moment, listening for the scrape of hooves on the tile “I’m sorry to cut the evening short B-blitzy.” Stolas was having a hard time making eye contact now.

“Yeah no it's cool, dads right?” Blitzo stood on the cushions, Stolas glanced over to see the imp looking downward, hand rubbing the back of his head “I’ll come by next week.”

“I would like that. I’ll get some more movies.” they leaned in to hug goodbye, this time was different from all the other times, Stolas ran his hands up Blitzo’s back, one hand threading in between his spines, he could feel a rumble in the imps chest and Blitzo’s arms tightening around Stolas, claws digging into his back in a way that was not uncomfortable. They held together for a moment, and then a moment longer when Stolas buried his face into the crook of Blitzo’s neck.

“I should get going,” Stolas whispered.

“Yeah, same,” Blitzo whispered back.

Still they held onto each other until the sound of the butler returning had them letting go, Stolas offered a portal which Blitzo turned down, saying the cool air would do him good tonight. When Stolas stood in the main hall he didn’t listen to a word his father said, unsure why he was summoned so late in the evening and not interested in finding out. He just looked down at the hand that held Blitzo’s, smiling to himself and hoping this wouldn’t be the last time they touched.

Blitzo was sitting next to Stolas, he had an arm wrapped around his waist, Stolas leaned on to one of his horns, the weight a little uncomfortable but he was getting used to it, he held the prince's hand as they cuddled and watched a new movie Stolas had bought.

This had become their new normal when Blitzo came over to visit, they would catch up on what was going on in their lives, settle down to watch a movie or read a book, hands would touch, fingers laced together, arms wrap around each other, Blitzo would find it very difficult to focus after that. It was certainly not something he had ever imagined would happen and they did not really address what was developing between them. Blitzo had fully expected when he first grazed his finger against Stolas’ for the owl to pull away instead by the end of the evening they had nearly kissed.

He thought about that almost kiss a lot. Even now Blitzo was blushing thinking about just how close he had been to feeling Stolas’ beak against his lips, curiosity on how they would fit together burning him up inside. They hadn’t come that close since, honestly Blitzo was starting to get in his own head about it, worried Stolas may not be on the same page, if he asked what was going on with them and Stolas responded ‘Isn’t this an imp way of expressing friendship?’ he might literally die. On the other hand if Stolas was aware what was going on was not just friends cuddling for fun then he may be expecting something better than an awkward first kiss during a shark attack movie. Something grand and romantic, it had not escaped Blitzo’s notice that Stolas had a growing collection of romance novels.

Suffice it to say the imp was feeling a lot of pressure now to make it perfect, he bit back a frustrated groan, Stolas leaned more heavily onto Blitzo then and his head slipped down from the pressure, Blitzo fell forwards as Stolas collapsed onto his back “sh*t Stols careful, you’re not that light Mr hollow bones.” Stolas scrambled up, rubbing his chest which had landed on Blitzo’s spikes.

“Sorry Blitzy, I think I was dozing off a bit.” He rubbed his lower eyes, giving Blitzo a sleepy smile that sent a bolt of longing through Blitzo’s heart and maybe somewhere else too.

“Well lay down then, I’m not a damn pillow.” Stolas nodded his head, all four eyes blinking as he layed back on the accent pillow, stretching out. Blitzo went to turn back to the movie when Stolas wrapped his talons around the imp dragging him down to lay next to the owl, as he pressed Blitzo’s back against him he flinched from the spikes digging into him again. Blitzo wiggled free, twisting to face Stolas instead, this time when Stolas wrapped his arms tight around him Blitzo was pressed into his fluffy chest feathers.

He could hear the prince’s even breaths and hooting snores, Blitzo ran a claw down his side, over the curve of his hip, smirking as Stolas’ tail swished. The owl lifted a leg and placed it over Blitzo's torso, the imp’s heart raced, he shimmied his hips back a bit, not wanting Stolas to feel his growing arousal. ‘Haven’t kissed the guy yet and you're popping a boner’ Blitzo scolded himself.

“Your birthday is coming up soon, want to sneak out and do something?” Blitzo was back at the palace, lounging on the floor while he doodled on some papers. Stolas had been working on something when he arrived, lately he was getting busier with royal duties whatever those were.

“Oh unfortunately I won't be available on that day this year.” Stolas dunked the quill in his hand into the ink pot.

“What!” Blitzo abandoned his rendition of Spirit to stand across from Stolas at his desk “We spend your birthday together every year, what could you be doing that is so much more important?” he gave Stolas a pout, even as his tail playfully swished behind him.

He could tell that Stolas' eyes had tracked his tails movement even with no pupils in those luminous red eyes, then the prince swiftly looked down “I have to host a ball that night, all manner of Goetia will be in attendance.”

“So you’re going to have a birthday party and not invite me!” Blitzo pushed himself up on the desk, he used a hand to turn Stolas’ face towards him, he knew his visits here were secret but he was still annoyed “Pretty rude not to invite your-” he stopped short, hesitating to call himself friend but certainly not about to assume they were boyfriends just from some cuddling.

If Stolas noticed he didn’t let on “It's not a birthday party Blitzy.” he pushed his hand away, looking immensely sad.

“Then reschedule and lets go to some club in Gluttony, tear it up for your seventeenth” He wanted to see Stolas cut loose ‘he could slap on that cute purple eyeshadow, a low cut top and tight-’ he cut off his own thoughts before they became too dangerous.

“I can’t, it’s to announce my engagement.” Stolas murmured.

Blitzo felt like he’d had a bucket of ice water dumped on his head. “Oh right, I uh- forgot about all that.” Not really, it was always on the back of his mind when they held onto each other in the privacy of these walls.

“Yes well unfortunately I don’t have the luxury to forget about it.” Stolas’ tone was clipped, he shuffled his papers around uselessly, before sighing “My father is insisting, I had thought it could be pushed back another year, but of course not, King Paimon has his timeline all laid out and will expect a precautionary heir to be produced by the time I’m twenty.”

‘Precautionary heir?’ Blitzo wasn’t actually sure he knew what that meant but Stolas didn’t seem very happy about it. “Well maybe we can do something after, if you’re up for it.”

Stolas was brushing his hand through his head feathers, a nervous habit he couldn’t break. “Perhaps, I find these kinds of events extremely… draining.”

Blitzo reached a hand out to cover Stolas’ “How about a break for tonight?” Stolas nodded and the two walked hand in hand to the chaise, Blitzo selected a VHS docuseries on fungus that Stolas always watched to unwind. Stolas had pulled a blanket around his shoulders, arms opened to let Blitzo climb into his lap, laying his head against Stolas who was stroking a hand along his horns, a purr rumbled through Blitzo’s chest as he relaxed to the sensation.

Stolas trilled “I didn’t know you did that Blitzy!” He rubbed his face against the top of his head, careful of the spikes.

Blitzo blushed, “It’s not like I just do it for anyone.” Stolas gave a thoughtful hum, attention shifting back to the television, Blitzo let his mind wander to something he could do for Stolas’ birthday, a plan formulating.

Chapter 5: Kiss

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Stolas looked at the outfit that had been brought to him, carefully chosen by his fiancée, it was dreadful, beige slacks, white vest and coral pink suit jacket, he did not miss the extra padding in the liner. Stolas glared now, Stella must be wearing a matching pink gown, he did not want to spend his birthday hosting some ball, wearing clothes he did not like, on the arm of a woman he did not want to marry.

He felt a lash of bravery run through him, he was going to have to step into his title soon, take on this role he never asked for so why should he curb every single piece of him to fit what others wanted. He wasn’t tied down yet, and he wouldn’t go meekly.

Stolas stalked to his wardrobe, flinging the door open he snatched the black waistcoat with purple vines, a black shirt with long balloon sleeves and finished it off with a billowing cape, the inside of which was a purple swirling galaxy. He’d show them washed out.

“What is this ridiculous outfit?” Stella was seething under her breath, the two were standing next to each other on the dias, Stella had an arm looped through his, her hand was gripping his arm so hard he could feel a tingle starting in his fingertips from lack of blood flow.

He ignored her, looking forward to the room of his peers, who never really interacted with the prince before, their power hungry stares boring into Stolas, like they couldn't wait to sink their talons into his flesh. So Stolas turned his attention back to his father, who was addressing the masses.

“It is with great honor that I announce the joining of these two esteemed Goetian houses with the engagement of my son Prince Stolas and Lady Stella.” The King began clapping, the crowd joining in, as Stolas and Stella stepped forward, at least she seemed happy to bask in the attention for the moment.

They walked towards the centre of the room, avian demons parting for them as music began and the couple danced, Stolas kept his head turned slightly, focusing on anything to Stella’s left side. They spun around effortlessly as one song blended into a second and other demons joined them on the dance floor. “Are you wearing make-up?”

He glanced down, he was surprised she wasn’t snarling like a hellhound the way her face was contorted in disgust, Stolas was just trying to get through the evening, hoping to keep to himself as much as possible despite his engagement being the focus of the event.

“Honestly, what what kind of man would-”

“I thought I would add a bit of colour to my dull palette.” Stolas clipped. He fought the smile tugging at his beak when Stella sputtered. When the song ended Stolas stepped back, another Goetia was quick to take his place with Stella and he went to stand near the wall. An imp servant offered him a champagne flute, Stolas nursed the single glass, gazing out the window from time to time to look at the full moon.

Demons would occasionally approach him, offering their congratulations, commenting on what a good match the two would make. Stolas maintained his regal mask, thanking his guests, keeping up with an appropriate amount of small talk, before tuning out long enough for the visitor to move on.

He could see Stella across the room, not hard since her gown was nearly twice the size of any other in the room and that shade of pink may be in fashion but it was not pleasant by any means even on her, she was having an argument with her brother. He seemed to be placating her, he cut a look in Stolas’ direction, said something to Stella with a hand over his beak and the two laughed merrily.

Stolas rolled his eyes, if Blitzo was with him he was sure the two of them would exchange their own barbed comments on the siblings and be laughing too. Perhaps it was petty but it would be better than counting the seconds for an opportunity to slip out, now that the rounds had been made the prince doubted anyone would be approaching him.

There was starting to be a steady line of Goetia milling about Stella and Andrealphus, which was perfect, they could take on the attention and bask in the glory of moving up the social ladder. Stolas looked around to spot his father, he had been talking to a young gold crest avian demon, she seemed excited to be holding the King's attention. Stolas wondered if he would soon have another sibling he never got to meet, perhaps he had some out in this very crowd. Once it was clear his father was leaving, his form of travel much more ostentatious and destructive than Stolas’ portals, the prince took the opportunity to slip away as well.

He made his way back to his room, the music and chatter muffled, Stolas stepped through his doorway and felt something soft under his talons, he lifted his leg to see petals crushed on the ground. Looking up he notices a path of red petals leading to the balcony door, the soft glow of light and faint music playing beyond. He quickly burst outside stunned when he saw Blitzo standing at the center, candles lit around the railing. The imp was in a red striped vest, his white dress shirt had a high collar and was finished off with a black bow.

Blitzo was nervously tugging at that bow now, one hand behind his back, his tail unnaturally stiff and straight behind him “f*ck Stols, you look beautiful.” Heat bloomed across his face, Blitzo shook his head a bit then walked forward he held out a single red rose, it had an eye at the centre and teeth like spikes, “Happy Birthday Stolas.”

He took the flower, inhaling the scent trying to find the words and settling with a simple “Thank you Blitzo.” It didn't feel like enough, there were so many emotions swelling in his chest, he might burst, for a moment he worried he would lose control of his form like before.

“Would you like to dance?” Blitzo was staring up at Stolas, hand still out waiting for the prince, Stolas nodded and slipped a hand into Blitzo’s, letting him pull the taller demon further out on the balcony, swaying to the music. Bitzo was taking the lead, he seemed a bit distracted with keeping time, watching his feet.

“Could-” Blitzo hesitated looking up at Stolas, his face at his waist, arms reaching up to keep one in Stolas’ hand and the other on his hip “Could you magic me up a bit?” Stolas quickly made a circular platform, just small enough for Blitzo to stand on, it began to float, the imp’s grip tightened as he raised up, nearly eye level with Stolas now, they continued their dance with Stolas able to maneuver around easily enough. Blitzo held their hands up so Stolas could twirl underneath, prince returned the gesture for Blitzo to spin, both laughing and slipping into an easy slow dance, occasionally swapping who was leading with ease.

Blitzo tried to dip Stolas down, the prince helped braced his weight on a foot to make it work, knowing his face was as red as Blitzo’s when he looked up at the imp grinning with success, when he was brought up they had stopped moving. Blitzo’s hand cupped his face, his gaze searching. Stolas leaned in closer, wrapping his arms tighter around Blitzo, both bringing their faces together, foreheads bumping. Time seemed to slow down, eyes sliding closed as they slowly nuzzled their faces until lips tentatively brushed against beak.

They gave a chaste kiss to each other, one of them turned their head slightly, mouths slotting together better as the kiss pressed deeper, a forked tongue brushed against Stolas’ beak, he opened slightly, tongues grazing. Stolas’ heart was beating so fast, he was certain Blitzo could feel it, his mind floating in the stars, becoming light headed as he tasted mint and champagne mingling together.

Blitzo pulled back, Stolas took a quick inhale while the imp chuckled “Don’t hold your breath silly bird.” Stolas tittered and pressed their mouths together again for a quick kiss, holding Blitzo’s face between both of his hands.

“Thank you Blitzy, this has been the most perfect night.” Stolas gazed into golden eyes, watching Blitzo’s face melt into a soft smile. Tears had formed in the corners of Stolas’ eyes, Blitzo brushed them away, his tail wrapped around Stolas’ waist and they kissed under the full moon over and over, until the music stopped, the candles all nearly burned out, neither ready for the night to end.

Things with Stolas were… awkward since they kissed on his birthday. Blitzo was over again, they were sitting on the couch watching a movie, but they sat far from each other, both rigid. Gone was the cuddling and hand holding, it felt like they had taken one step forward and a hundred back.

At first Blitzo thought it was just a bit of shyness on both their parts, but then a few weeks went by and it felt harder and harder to just slip back into that old habit. He found himself doubting if it ever really meant anything, maybe Stolas wanted the ‘perfect night’ memory and was content with nothing more, or maybe he regretted it with Blitzo, surely he would prefer someone taller, fancier and feathery.

He was trying hard not to spiral too much but he couldn’t shake the feeling he was f*cking up their whole friendship, he held back tears assuring himself he could cry himself to sleep when he went back to the circus, again. Maybe he should stop visiting for a bit, give Stolas and himself a break from this unbearable heaviness.

He tried to refocus on the movie, it seemed the two sisters were trying to resurrect the abusive boyfriend and failing, his gaze slid back to Stolas who had a pillow clutched to his chest, his talons practically piercing the fabric. “So that bad eh?” why couldn’t Blitzo keep his big mouth shut.

Stolas startled “What? I’m enjoying the movie.” he gave a shaky smile.

“I was talking about something else,” He rubbed the back of his head. “The um- kiss the other night, must have been pretty bad, we can pretend like- you know like it didn't happen.”

“Oh, is that what you prefer?” Stolas looked downwards, the glow of his eyes dimming.

“I mean it just seemed like you were feeling kinda weird about it.” He could feel the words trying to get out, to tell him how badly he didn't want to forget about it and wanted so much more than Stolas could give him “I didn’t mind it though.” He felt like such a coward.

“I-I was under the impression that it was my birthday gift.” Stolas frowned slightly.

“Well I mean it kinda was, in a way but-” Blitzo was trailing off, unsure what to say. Stolas thought it was a one time thing like he suspected.

“I didn’t want to presume that we-'' Stolas also seemed at a loss for words, it made Blitzo’s heartache, he knew logically Stolas was probably feeling as unsure about their current standing as he was, “I’m happy my first kiss was with you and not-” Stolas was looking back at Blitzo now.

Stella. His fiancée. Because Stolas was very much not available, he was going to be married soon enough, and the last thing he should be doing is kissing a circus imp. Still Blitzo just wanted whatever scraps he could have until then. He let out a frustrated growl “f*ck it!” he pulled Stolas in for a kiss, not soft and pretty like the first one. He wanted to pour all his feelings into this kiss, hoping Stolas would understand, that he could make him understand. The prince immediately wrapped his arms around Blitzo, talons caressing in between the spikes on his back “Let's make the most of what we can have.”

Kissing had become a new part of their friendship much the same way holding hands and snuggling against each other had before. When Blitzo would come over they shared a sweet hello peck on the lips, lazed about in each other's arms, talking, laughing, basking in each other and then their mouths would seek each other, tongues twining together.

If Blitzo was worried about not being a very good kisser he was certainly getting lots of practice in with Stolas that it didn’t remain a concern for long, Stolas wasn’t complaining either. Even now they were gasping into each other’s mouths, laying together as hands roamed each other. Stolas really seemed to enjoy tugging at his horns, massaging the flesh in between his spikes, he was always trying to get Blitzo to purr, when he succeeded he would get the cutest little smug smile. Needless to say Blitzo found himself purring in the prince's arms a lot.

The imp on the other hand had found the courage to run his claws into the thick plumage at Stolas’ chest, sometimes giving an experimental tug that would have Stolas biting back a moan, the first time he’d done it Blitzo ended up with a split lip and decided it was well worth the risk.

“Mm Blitzy,” Stolas tipped his head back a bit, his hands tugging Blitzo’s face into those feathers, the imp resisted and instead buried his face in Stolas’ nape giving a little nip. Stolas’ feathers ruffled with a tremor, his hand gripping Blitzo’s horns painfully as he yanked the imp backwards.

“You like that birdy?” Blitzo chuckled at Stolas’ cheeky pout.

“I need a little warning.” He set to smoothing his head feathers down.

“Where's the fun in that?” Blitzo snuggled into his chest plumage now, with a content sigh.

There was a knock at the door, Stolas had made it very clear to the staff to not try and barge in anymore, the butler called out that the prince's extended break was over and he was needed to attend a meeting out of the palace. “Sorry Blitzy, duty calls.” Stolas sighed sitting up.

“I’ll try to come by in the evening next time, we’ve just been doing a lot more shows.” Blitzo sat up, pulling his legs up waiting to settle down before standing to leave.

“How has the duo act been going with Barbie?” Stolas asked as he busied himself at the mirror, readjusting his feathers and clothes.

“Great, yeah really taking off.” Blitzo half lied, Barbie was a natural performer just like Fizz, who was now taking the main act role so their little trio had ended. Still Blitzo felt like he was probably holding his sister back, she managed to dazzle the crowd with seemingly no effort, not that she would admit it to him.

Stolas hummed “Maybe I can come see it sometime?”

“Sure, maybe, if you're not too busy, oh Great Prince of Hell.” Blitzo deflects, he did not want Stolas to witness his haphazard act, he would be so nervous knowing the prince was watching. Stolas tittered, he turned around bending low to brush his talons over Blitzo’s cheeks.

Goodbye kisses were somehow simultaneously the worst and best, they started soft, sweet, indulgent but they lasted much longer than hello kisses becoming rushed and fervent. He loved and hated them. Craved and dreaded them. He never wanted to have another even as he fell under the spell of each one. “Until I see you next Blitzy.” Stolas broke them apart, leaving Blitzo behind.

Chapter 6: Fight

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“You better not mess this one up Blitzo” Cash was glaring at his son who was about to climb up the ladder to his platform, “Can’t take care of your mama if you keep screwing up, demons won't bother coming back.” Blitzo bit back a remark that they would still come to see Fizz “And then I’ll have to find some other way for you to make money.”

He hated his dads pre-show ‘pep’ talk, it only ever made his stomach twist into knots, he turned away from Cash and began his ascent, no one could say Blitzo didn’t put his all into his work and that meant something to him.

The act went off without incident, one near miss catch that Barbie saved them both on, she razzed him about it afterwards, in that good natured yet annoyed sibling way, the two drank some water and watched Fizzarolli take the stage. “I'm gonna go check on Mama, want to come?” Blitzo asked his twin who was laughing along with the crowd, she shook her head and waved him off.

Blitzo made his way back to his family's tent, pushing past the entrance to sit on the edge of a bed, placing a hand on the lump of blankets, his mother stirred underneath, she turned to look at Blitzo, a smile spreading across her face. “Hey Mama, how are you feeling?”

“Much better now.” She caressed the side of his face, struggling to sit up.

“Let me help.” Blitzo lifted her up and rearranged the pillows for her to rest on. She’d gotten even thinner, slowly wasting away in here.

“Now, now wipe that frown away and show me my favorite smile.” Blitzo laughed lightly as she tickled his chin, “There is my handsome boy.”

“Do you want to try going outside for a bit?” He knew she wouldn’t, that he probably shouldn’t bother her but she used to ask him to take her out so they could stargaze all the time.

“Hm not tonight Blitzo I’m sorry, lonely tonight my dear?” Blitzo shrugged his shoulders, he wished he could ask Stolas to open a portal in the tent for them right now “You don’t want to go visit your friend?”

“Fizz is still performing Mama” Blitzo kept his voice soft, hoping she wasn’t starting to slip into that confusion that took over sometimes. When she couldn’t remember him and Barbie and started looking for small implings instead.

She chuckled “No your other friend, the one you sneak out to visit.” Now Blitzo blushed deeply, about to ask how she knew when his mother gave a wink and knowing smile “A mother always knows when her child is getting up to something.”

“Does Papa know?” he looked at a stain on the rug, she made him raise his head and shook hers ‘ Good ’ he sighed with relief. “He is kinda busy lately, besides I wanna be here with you.”

“Alright, then how about you tell me about your friend?” Blitzo did not want to get into this right now, unsure how he could explain the prince in the first place.

“He is really smart and just cool to be around.” He hedged, feeling heat creeping up his neck.

“A handsome one then?” Tilla gave him a little wink.

“Mama!” Blitzo was going to die of embarrassment while his mother laughed.

“Just be careful, make sure you use protection.” She wagged a finger at him.

“Oh my Satan mom, it's-it's not like that!” he was burying his face into his hands.

“Mhm, might want to tell him not to leave such an obvious hickey next time.” She poked at the bruise peaking just outside of his shirt collar. Blitzo really was going to die on the spot, his tail whipped about anxiously and his fangs ground together. “I’ll stop teasing you dear, come on give your mama a hug.” He wrapped his arms and tail around her, while she purred and stroked his head like when he was still a child. They stayed like that for a long time, until she had a coughing fit that became a shaking fit too. He’d given her some water and helped her lay back down.

Tilla sent him off to get some rest for the evening, he promised to come back soon. Blitzo laid awake that night wondering if he could convince his mama to start up the medications again, he knew it was expensive but it was worth it if she would get even a little bit better.

Blitzo was in a bad mood, despite being wrapped up in Stolas’ arms while he sat at his desk writing a fancy f*cking letter he just had to call a missive , the imp had tried to talk to his dad this morning about starting another round of treatment for Mama but Cash had sneered at him asking how he planned to pay for it cause his lousy jokes were barely covering the bills.

He glared at his surroundings now, all the glittering opulence and wealthy overindulgence, meanwhile they had dirt floors and sometimes went without meals. He could eat more than his fill when visiting the palace, had many times and now he felt guilty for sneaking off to enjoy a sliver of a better world when he should be home working harder to make that better.

“Are you alright Blitzy?” Stolas propped his chin on one of Blitzo’s horns, he gave a hard shake to knock the prince off.

“I’m fine.” He didn’t want to be this mad “Are you done yet?”

“I can be.” Stolas set his quill aside, ‘ Of course he can be, he can do whatever he wants ’ Blitzo tried to shut the angry voice in his mind off. “Talk to me Blitzo, what's wrong?”

“Just stuff at home” Stolas looked at him patiently, Blitzo slipped out of his seat, needing to move around “Money stuff ya know.”

“Not really.” Stolas was being honest with him, but damn it was rubbing Blitzo the wrong way.

“Yeah of course not,” He kicked at one of the desk legs “Don’t got enough, need more. I just should be trying to do that instead of sitting around watching you do boring sh*t.” He was lashing out at the wrong person he knew, but wasn’t capable of stopping apparently.

Stolas flinched a bit at the comment “I could give you some money, Blitzy.” and no this was not what he wanted to hear right now, he wanted to vent but Stolas was not the right person because of course his immediate reaction would be ‘help the poor little imp’.

“I don’t want your money.” He hated that he was sneering like his father. Even if he wanted to take the money he could never explain how he’d gotten it and if he did tell his dad about Stolas he would make him come back for more. Blitzo was not going to start begging Stolas for money every other week like some pathetic leech.

“Perhaps some things instead?” Stolas stood up and walked to a shelf grabbing some big fancy crystal “A gift, you can sell it and use the cash how you want.”

Blitzo knocked it out of Stolas' outstretched hand with his tail “I don't need your pity Stols and I don't want your stuff.” the jewel chipped when it landed on the tiled floor.

Stolas’ hands went to his hips, there was a flicker of white pupils in his eyes, the prince was obviously done with Blitzo’s mood. “You don’t need to break things, I’m trying to help you.”

“Oh well, thanks your Highness, but you can find some other charity case.” He wanted to stop this right now, he wanted to shut his mouth and stop letting that angry voice have control.

“You are not a charity case, you’re my friend-”

Blitzo growled, cutting Stolas off ‘ friend, friend, friend! ’ “No I’m just some little imp you hide away in your room to play with when you feel lonely.” He didn’t want Stolas to call him that anymore, he didn’t want to be a friend, he wanted to be more.

“Blitzo you need to calm down.”

“I am calm!” He yelled, dragging his claws down his face “Stop talking down to me.”

“Stop yelling at me like I did something to you.” Stolas was raising his voice now.

“You just don’t understand! You don’t know what it's like! You have so much it means literally nothing to you to just give it away!” Blitzo was pacing again.

“I could understand if you would explain, I don't see what is so awful about you accepting a gift-”

“It’s not a gift Stols-”

“Well you certainly didn’t have any trouble taking things from me in the past!”

Blitzo’s heart stuttered, he had known, Stolas had known this whole time that Blitzo robbed him and had never brought it up “That-that was-” Stolas was glaring down at him, his desire to explain himself dying in his throat as he clenched his jaw, holding back another growl.

“Did you think I didn’t notice? And now what? You're too proud to take something offered, you were fine with stealing, shall I turn my back so you can throw it out the window, would you be more comfortable with that!” Stolas flailed his arms up as he shouted.

“f*ck you! Asshole!” Blitzo turned and scurried out of the room, throwing himself over the railing and scaling down the vines; he heard Stola’s talons clacking against the floor as he leaned over the balcony.

“No f*ck you!” He yelled back. “You jackass!” He chucked something down at the ground, probably the crystal Blitzo had already broken, Blitzo just ran off into the night before he dug himself into an even deeper hole.

Stolas had stalked back to the balcony over and over again tossing all manner of artifacts, gems and vases down on the ground while hot angry tears streamed down his face, Blitzo was long gone and clearly not going to take any of the things but it felt so good to just smash some stuff and yell out into the night.

He didn’t know why Blitzo was acting like this, like kindness was so terrible and offensive, he just showed up grumbling away like Stolas had personally ripped money from his claws. He didn't love that he’d taken a cheap shot about the stealing, he never planned on telling Blitzo he had known about it but damn him he pushed Stolas into a corner.

Why couldn’t he lash out just as much as Blitzo? Even if it didn’t solve anything.

He needed to calm down, he could feel the familiar buzz of magic pulsing out from under his skin, he did not want to lose control of his form like this, not out of anger towards Blitzo. Stolas clutched at his head, sinking to his knees and forcing deep breaths.

This anger would fade away, they would move past this, Blitzo would come back and they would talk it out, they would clear up whatever was happening right now. They had to or this awful clawing feeling in his chest would consume him, until there was nothing left and no one would ever find what remained.

Chapter 7: Apology

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It was done, over before it even began. Blitzo hadn’t gone to see Stolas in weeks, he’d stewed in his anger for days, snapping at everyone who approached him. Everytime he calmed down he replayed their argument over and over.

Sometimes he was level headed and accepted that he was being a dick to Stolas and deserved the prince’s ire, other times he felt like Stolas was too out of touch and should’ve known better after all these years that Blitzo would not take a hand out. This didn’t get him anywhere good, usually he just spiraled back into that deep rage, repeating the cycle again.

When he was laying in bed at night though the anger ebbed into sorrow, he would wrap his tail around his torso tightly, huddled under the covers with his face buried in his pillow as he sobbed. He missed Stolas, he missed cuddling, kissing, just laying around listening to him go on and on about some plant or star. He wished he knew the last time was going to be the last time ever.

“Oh my Satan, go talk to him!” Barbie yelled from her bunk whipping a pillow at Blitzo.

“I can’t!” Blitzo sat up flinging the pillow back at Barbie, smacking her in the face.

“Well you need to figure something out cause I’m sick of your crying keeping me up all night, I need my beauty rest.” She flipped over, putting the pillow over her head.

“If you can’t focus just go take a break.” Barbie snapped at Blitzo, she had bags under her eyes and was holding a cloth bag of ice on her head. Blitzo had lost his grip and they’d both taken a hard hit to the ground.

“I’m fine.” Blitzo snapped, snatching the bag opting to press it into his puffy eyes.

“Ugh is he still moping around?” Fizz approached the twins.

“Yes. It’s super f*cking annoying.” Barbie yanked the ice back.

“Better than him biting off everyone’s head.” Fizz mused.

“Says the guy with his own tent. Swap with me tonight.” Barbie pleaded. “I’ll owe you a huge favor, whatever you want!”

“Heaven no.” Fizz rolled his eyes “There is nothing in Hell that would tempt me.”

“Can you stop talking about me like I’m not right here.” Blitzo flipped both of them off, it wasn’t like they hadn’t been patient with Blitzo the first week after the fight with Stolas, but by the end of the second week of dealing with Blitzo’s mood swings they had given up the coddling, opting for hard truths.

Blitzo needed to sh*t or get off the pot, go talk to Stolas and fix this or just move on. ‘Move on? From what? We weren’t dating, we can’t date.’ He wondered if maybe this was for the best in the end, it sucked, he hated himself for losing his cool, but this was probably how it was always going to be, the prince and the pauper don't end up together. A part of Blitzo would always be envious of what Stolas had been born into, Stolas wouldn’t think anything of giving Blitzo money if he asked and Blitzo would just feel like a sh*tty lowborn mooch. It was a recipe for disaster, might as well rip the bandaid off now.

“Alright let’s go grab some ice cream, before we have to add a sad clown to the circus.” Fizz sighed, linking an arm with Blitzo, Barbie silently grabbed his other arm. The trio headed off to the food truck, Blitzo couldn’t help remembering a movie he and Stolas had watched where the sinner girl ate an entire box of ice cream after breaking up with her boyfriend, crying to her friends who told her to forget him. The couple ended up together in the end and the memory was bittersweet but he was glad to have Barbie and Fizz still beside him despite everything.

“Thank you.” He mumbled, swiping away silent tears while they sat under a shady tree. Fizz and Barbie exchanged a quick look before both leaned against Blitzo the trio stayed cuddled up long after they’d all finished eating.

Blitzo was trudging back to his tent, Barbie had once again opted to stick around a bit longer to watch the other acts but Blitzo was exhausted. During the trapeze stunt while Blitzo was hanging from his knees holding on to Barbie as they swung around, he could’ve sworn he’d spied Stolas in the crowd, just for a moment.

He scrubbed a hand over his face, smearing his make up, he was just tired, he wasn’t sleeping well and blood had been rushing to his head. Stolas was not in the crowd, he would never come out here, he only left the palace for princely duties and rarely for Blitzo. After the Mammon concert he could count the number of times they’d gone out off palace grounds on one hand.

He shoved past the opening, ready to crawl into bed but stopped short when he saw Stolas standing there. The prince was in his usual too formal clothing, hands clasped in front of him “You didn’t come back.” he whispered, his head was downcast, tears spilling down his cheeks,

Blitzo was frozen in place, he had not expected this, he didn’t really know what to say.

“I-I know you hate me now but-” Stolas was clutching his arms now, face turned away from the imp, but Blitzo could see a large white pupil shaking within “I’m really sorry Blitzo. I didn’t mean to be so offensive. I didn't mean to yell at you.” a sob wracked his shoulders “Why didn’t you come back?”

“I didn’t think you’d wanna see me again.” Blitzo muttered “I should be the one apologizing, you were right I was being a jackass.”

Stolas let out a laugh sob “No you were right, I was being an asshole.”

Blitzo walked up close to Stolas “Maybe we both kinda suck? Can you lean down here already,” he reached his arms up, Stolas crumbled to his knees and wrapped his arms around Blitzo.

“Were you just never going to come back?” Stolas’ voice was muffled against Blitzo’s shoulder “I thought you would come back and talk to me. Then I thought you might hate me, or the circus had started its travel season, or you got hurt. I was just going to check and leave-”

Blitzo cut Stolas off by pulling him in even closer, so the prince couldn’t speak “I’m really f*cking happy you are here right now okay. I’m sorry I was a coward.” Stolas had snuck off to come check on him, he stuck around to see him and that made Blitzo’s heart swell.

“Oh thank Satan!” The two boys pulled apart at the sound of Barbie’s voice “Kiss and make up already okay? I’m gonna crash at Fizz’s” She snatched her pillow and blanket before leaving again.

Blitzo glared after her until Stolas gently turned his face back to him “Can we talk?” the imp nodded slowly “Can you tell me why you needed money?”

Blitzo took a deep breath, he didn't want to get into the details, Stolas would just insist more but he did owe him some explanation “My mama is really sick, always has been, some meds work alright, slow down whatever is happening I guess. But she doesn’t take them anymore, they cost a lot. I just want her to be better.” Blitzo admitted “I was mad about an argument with my Papa and I took it out on you.”

“If it's for your mother, why can’t you just take the money?” Stolas tilted his head in confusion, the angle just past natural.

“I can't just show up with wads of cash Stolas, I have to be able to explain it, and I don't like the idea of feeling indebted to you.” Stolas opened his mouth but Blitzo cut him off “Even if it was a gift I would still feel like I owe you. You and I are living in two completely different worlds. I’m always going to feel like it's a pity the poor imps thing.”

“Well then I could help some other way, could we come up with some new act for you or make something to sell on the side? Perhaps I could-” Blitzo covered Stolas’s mouth with his hand.

“I really just want to talk to you and not have you problem solve okay? Can we do that?” Stolas nodded “Thank you Stols.” So they sat together on Blitzo’s bed and he just spoke, he told Stolas about his mom, how her sickness had progressed over the years and then told him some of his favorite memories with her like sitting under the stars or her shining all the circus implings horns until they practically sparkled in the sun. He cried a bit, Stolas wrapped an arm around him, he remained quiet, Blitzo could sense he wanted to speak but he held back.

At some point they had laid back in the bed, Blitzo pulled the blanket over them when Stolas had shivered. “Really appreciate this, and I’m sorry again about being such a dickhe*d.” Blitzo hesitated before asking “Can you forgive me for stealing from you?”

Stolas smiled softly at him “I’m not mad at you about that Blitzo, I never truly was, we were just children. Besides, you came back for me, not anything else.”

“Thank you.”Blitzo whispered as he snuggled into Stolas’ feathers, noticing for the first time they seemed scratchy and disheveled, he glanced over Stolas, even his head feathers seemed longer than he usually kept them, lacking their usual lift “You been taking care of yourself?”

Stolas looked away, guilt on his face and maybe a bit of embarrassment. “I may have had a bit of stress molting, I should’ve preened but I didn't expect to stay. I thought if you were fine then I would leave you be but I just couldn’t go.”

“Such a sap.” Blitzo stared into Stolas’ scarlet hues, he leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his beak. “Sit up!” Blitzo dragged the owl up who grumbled. “Show me how to prune or whatever.”

Stolas blushed “No! You’ll see me all ruffled up and silly looking”

“Old news Stols.” Blitzo waved a hand nonchalantly “You get your feathers all fluffed up from a little biting” Stolas was trying to cover his face now but Blitzo wasn’t having it “Come on, come on, come on!” He continued to chant until Stolas relented.

“Okay fine but let me grab some preening oil.” He opened a portal to his bathroom, reached through to open a draw and pulled out a vial of clear fluid. Stolas reached for his shirt, starting to unbutton it before hesitating “Could you look away?”

“Huh” Blitzo had been staring rather hard “Why? I mean I’m gonna see it”

Stolas bit his lower beak before shoving Blitzo to turn away “Because!” He finished removing his shirt, allowing Blitzo to face him again, he dropped some of the oil on to his own talons and began to carefully stroke in between the feathers on his arm, showing Blitzo how to coat them, plucking bent or broken ones.

Blitzo poured far too much oil on his own claws and resisted the urge to just dive right into Stolas’ chest instead he went for the feathers on his head, Stolas tittered sometimes and squawked more than Blitzo liked, since he kept plucking feathers that were not ready to be pulled out. “You should let them grow out a bit here.” He was standing behind Stolas, who had shifted to his other arm, he tried to make a small ponytail with the overgrown feathers “You’d rock long hai- feathers.” Blitzo began twisting Stolas’ head around taking in his handy work, pretty terrible for a first time honestly. Stolas looked like he had a massive case of bedhead and Blitzo laughed until Stolas twisted his face all the way around, making Blitzo yelp and fall back on his ass while the prince scowled at him.

“What's so funny, Blitzy? Hmm? Have you plucked a bald spot on my head” Stolas felt around the top of his head.

“Turn your face around, you freak!” Blitzo teased “Maybe don't look in a mirror anytime soon though.” That caused a particularly disgruntled bird snarl. Blitzo wrapped his legs around Stolas’ waist and stuffed his claws into the owl's chest next, glad Stolas wasn’t looking at the stupid excited grin plastered across the imps face.

“Please go easy on me Blitzo” Stolas glanced back, he nibbled on a talon, a pout on his face “I don’t think I can handle anything rough.” Blitzo’s brain completely shut off all the blood in his body rushing into his groin ‘He has to know what he is doing to me by saying that’.

He would see how Stolas liked getting a taste of his own medicine “Fine, do it yourself then,” he leaned back on his hands, “I’ll just watch.” A devilish smirk spread over his face. Apparently he liked it a lot because the owl’s feathers ruffled all the way up his neck and head as he blushed. “Hey I worked really hard on those.” Blitzo smoothed them down.

“You are a menace Blitzo Buckzo” Stolas quickly finished preening his feathers, Blitzo barely got to see anything with how fast the prince worked, he laid the vial on the ground and cuddled back into the bed. “Can I stay a little longer?”

“Yeah, stay as late as you want, I might pass out though.” Blitzo slipped under the blanket too, interlocking his fingers with Stolas’ under the covers.

“Good night then Blitzy.” Stolas kissed his forehead, it was silent for a few minutes, Blitzo eyes were getting heavy “Blitzo?”

“Hm?” he blinked trying to keep his eyes open.

“If we ever fight again can we promise to not wait so long to see each other?” Stolas asked.

“Yeah of course.” Blitzo mumbled.

“Good.” Stolas pulled him in close as the imp succumbed to sleep.

“Wake up dumb asses!” Barbie slammed a pillow across Blitzo’s face, he bolted upright, Stolas shifted, a grimace on his face as he mumbled about five more minutes. “You’re lucky it's me coming to see why the Heaven you are still snoozing. Tell your boyfriend he’s gotta go.”

Barbie stomped out of the tent, Blitzo shook Stolas who just rolled away “Stop it I’m sleepy” Stolas groaned.

“You didn’t go home last night Stols, you gotta wake up.” It may not have been the first time they had fallen asleep together but Blitzo always woke up early enough to get back to the circus or roused the owl enough to open a portal, Stolas certainly never spent a night out.

The owl got up groggily “Good morning Blitzy” He stretched, Blitzo waited for the moment of realization to cross his face as he blinked and took in his surroundings “Blitzy? f*ck!” Stolas scrambled up, snatching his shirt while opening a portal, he had already stepped through when he turned back and gave Blitzo a quick kiss. “Visit me later?”

“Try and stop me birdy” Stolas closed the portal with a wave, Blitzo hoped the staff hadn't gone to check in on him in the morning and noticed he was missing, the last thing they needed was King Paimon getting the heads up that his son was sneaking around, especially with a circus imp.

Blitzo quickly changed and ran out to join the rest of the troupe for the morning routine of cleaning up from last night and prepping for opening again. Fizz and Barbie were both waiting for him ready to get the scoop on what had happened the night before.

“A gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell.” Blitzo scoffed, acting offended. Of course they hounded him some more, then teased him when he caved and told them they made up with a cheesy smile. Things were back to normal and Blitzo couldn’t be happier.

Chapter 8: Dream

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Blitzo was under Stolas’ bed, humming as he searched for anything interesting that may have been hidden underneath, which so far he only found dust bunnies. The imp had been left to his own devices for a while now, arriving while Stolas was out, he’d already slunk around the palace gardens, peered into an office window where Stolas was entertaining some fancy lord, tried his ‘make Stolas slip up and laugh in a meeting’ act which resulted in a swift kick of magic to his ass.

Retaliation was needed afterwards, thus his current position under the prince's bed, he wanted to find something he could tease Stolas about, get those feathers all ruffled up. “f*ck” Blitzo bumped his head as he scurried out “Come on, I can’t be the only dirty little secret he has around here.”

He paced for a bit before staring at the night stand, he hadn’t checked it, he knew Stolas had put that picture of Stella in it, even if he had since moved it Blitzo didn’t really want to see the woman. He busied himself tearing the sheets and pillows off the bed, nothing was under the mattress either so Blitzo moved back to the closet to search it a second time before returning to the night stand again.

He glared at it “What secrets are you keeping!” he accused the piece of furniture before pulling open the drawer and forcing himself to curb his curiosity. There was no photo of Stella within, instead there was a fancy set of keys on a ring, a few wrapped candies, and three books. He popped a candy in his mouth, grimacing as the sour flavour hit his tongue, Blitzo pulled out the books, one was the book he had given Stolas a few years prior, the spine was cracked and worn, the next had a castle surrounded by fluffy white clouds on the cover and the last one was very thin, with a plain black cover, red foil lettering spelled out ‘ Mafia Lover ’ as the title.

“Well well well.” Blitzo fanned the pages open before tossing the previously removed pillows and blankets back on the bed then leaping onto the messy pile. There was no way he was going to give himself a headache trying to read the whole book but he wanted to find the highlights. He skimmed until some words jumped out at him.

“I can’t wait to watch you undress and kneel for me tonight” Grayson smirked down at Elena, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear “You’ll be a good girl won't you?”

Elena nodded as she turned her face toward his hand, his thumb caressing her lip, she bit down on it lightly, revelling in the growl that ripped from his throat. His eyes narrowed, that deadly glint returned. She rubbed her thighs together, unable to resist making some friction.

“Not until tonight Love,” Grayson stilled her movements with a firm grip on her leg. “Be good and listen to Daddy, then I’ll give you a reward.”

Blitzo was skipping forward again, this was certainly working for him but he wanted to get to an even better bit, he wished this book was as broken in as the others, then he could probably find all the dirty bits Stolas liked to read faster.

“Lay over my lap.” Grayson was sitting on the edge of the bed, his clothes still on, looking perfectly put together, Elena hesitated “Are you disobeying Daddy? I was going to reward you for being so good but-”

Elena quickly got up and took the position he’d asked of her, he ran a hand up her thigh over her rear then spanked her, it was quick and light, she let out a mewl looking up at him questioningly. He just smiled, he held a finger up asking for silence and gestured for her to look down again, he repeated the motion over and over, each spank getting a little harder, she bit back moans now.

“You are doing so good Elena” He ran his hand between her thighs “So f*cking wet already. I think you’ve earned the ropes.”

“I’m so sorry Blitzy.” Stolas strolled into the room, the door banging on the wall, Blitzo jumped and quickly tucked the book under the blanket “Oh you look cozy.” Stolas smiled at the odd nest Blitzo was situated in.

“About time you got here.” Blitzo gave a dramatic sigh “Thought I would die of boredom.”

Stolas tittered “I can’t stay though.”

“What! Why not?” Blitzo leapt to his feet, walking across the bed, he leaned against one of the posts, Stolas stepped forward to brush a hand across his cheek.

“I only slipped away in between meetings so I could suggest a raincheck?” Blitzo gave the prince his best deadpan stare, Stolas leaned down to shower kisses all over his face “Don’t be mad! I’m sorry Blitzy! I can open a portal for you-” Stolas’ hand started to glow.

“I don’t mind waiting.” Blitzo wrapped his arms around Stolas’ neck, running his claws through Stolas’ head feathers, the prince had let them keep growing, tying them back with ribbon that matched his various outfits. He loved feeling that softness, maybe he could offer to help Stolas preen again when his meetings were done for the day.

Stolas leaned into the touch momentarily “I think it’s going to be too long of a day, as much as I love the idea of you being here waiting for me-” Blitzo tuned out for a moment thinking of a scene in the book where Elena knelt on a silk pillow and waited hours for Grayson to return. “Blitzo?”

“Huh?” Blitzo blinked back to attention.

“I asked if you could come back in a couple nights?”

“Alright.” Blitzo gave Stolas a quick kiss “You know if you get done early you could always portal over to the circus and visit with me there.”

“Hm I don’t think Barbie appreciates when we take over the tent.” Stolas laughed. It was true, the owl had come over a few times, privacy was much more limited there but when the circus was travelling it was nice to still get to see each other, but Barbie was very vocal about being kicked out of her space, long after the prince left.

“Whatever, she’ll get over it.” Blitzo could deal with his twin. Stolas looked to the door quickly “Go on, I’ll see you soon. Just open up a portal for me and I’ll head out.”

“Until I see you next, Blitzo.” Stolas gave him another quick kiss, his glowing hand waved and opened a portal, Blitzo slipped his tail under the blanket to grab the book he had been reading as Stolas left the room. He was going to put it away but decided to ‘borrow’ it for some ‘research’.

Grayson tightened the binds at Elena’s hands “Too tight?” She twisted her wrists and there was a slight give so she shook her head. “Good.” He moved to bind her feet next, before he knelt in between her legs, biting the flesh on her thighs, teasing his way to her centre.

“Please,” Elena pleaded, she was ready to end the foreplay.

“So impatient,” Grayson tsked before swiping his tongue over her cl*tor*s, his fingers slipping inside of her, pumping slowly “f*ck you taste so good Love.”

Blitzo was in his bed, Barbie had snuck out to go drinking with some city kids, giving the imp a chance to devour the book. It may take him longer to read but for this it was worth it. ‘ Is this what Stolas is into? ’ He wondered, ‘ Stolas wants to tie someone up? Or maybe Stolas wants to be the one tied up? ’

A flash of Blitzo tying Stolas to his four poster bed crossed his mind, he liked that, he liked it a lot. He palmed the erection in his pants, trying to resist the urge to touch himself while imaging Stolas all strapped down for him spreading his legs for a taste, or the thought of what Stolas does with himself when he reads these books, if he times his org*sm with the one in the story or gets to swept up, tossing aside the book letting his own imagination take over and finishes early.

Blitzo groaned, forcing both hands on to the book as he continued reading until the words became more jumbled, a headache pulsing in his skull and vision blurring as the night grew late. He fell asleep with the book still clutched in his hands.

“Please Blitzy!” Stolas was thrashing in his binds, tears formed in the corners of his eyes.

“Please what Stolas?” Blitzo was hovering over the prince, careful to keep their bodies from touching, except where his claw ran down the owl's waist.

“Please touch me.” Stolas moaned.

“I am.” Blitzo continued his light caress as Stolas arched his back to press them closer. Blitzo tsked “Be a good prince or I'll stop.” He removed his claw just to show he meant it and Stolas whimpered at the loss of contact. Blitzo took pity on him and started popping buttons off his vest one by one while asking “You don’t mind a few rips right Stols?” The owl shook his head, “Use your words.”

“N-no Blitzy.” He watched that tongue poke out to wet his beak as he ripped the shirt underneath open, letting all the buttons fly off. Stolas shivered, hips starting to rise before quickly settling back down.

Blitzo smiled down at him, grabbing those soft feathered cheeks in one hand and bringing his lips to press into the sharp beak, his tongue tracing the path Stolas had just taken. The prince parted his mouth slightly to allow Blitzo’s tongue to slip in breathing into each other, they kissed feverishly.

Blitzo’s free hand travelled down, stroking over the bulge in Stolas’ pants, the prince broke the kiss to cry out pleading for more. So the imp obliged, shifting down to sit in between his legs, slowly pulling the zipper down, opening his pants to let Stolas’ co*ck spring out, it was black at the base but as it tapered toward the tip it became a sparkling purple like the magic Stolas wielded.

“So beautiful.” Blitzo leaned down stroking his tongue up the length, swirling over the tip, he held Stolas’ hips down as the owl lost control again. “And so impatient.” He opened his mouth and slipped the tip inside, teasing as he slowly bobbed down until he’d reach the base. Stolas pants glowed purple as they dissolved into nothingness giving Blitzo the access he needed to tease his hole.

He was able to easily slip a slickened claw inside, followed by a second, leisurely spreading them. “More, I need more!” Stolas grinded into the claws, Blitzo pulled his mouth off Stolas’ co*ck with an audible pop, he licked his lips, savoring the taste that lingered.

Blitzo shimmed out of his pants, pumping a hand over his own co*ck a few times before lining up against Stolas “Are you ready pretty bird?” he asked, Stolas chanted yes, Blitzo thrusted in and they both groaned, it felt so right, so perfect. He started a steady rhythm, matching his pace with the hand stroking Stolas’ co*ck, heat coiled inside of him as he quickened his thrusts, losing control too soon. “f*ck Stols I’m not going to last, are you going to cum?”

“Yes Blitzy, so close!” Stolas pressed his thighs tight against Blitzo’s hips.

“Then do it baby.” At the command Stolas came undone and Blitzo followed a growl ripping from his throat as he-

Blitzo woke up with a jolt, confused, he looked around the darkened tent, he was still alone, the book had fallen to the ground, when he reached down he felt a dampness in his pants. “f*cking Satan damnit.” Blitzo blushed, he’d had a damn wet dream about Stolas and ruined his pants.

He quickly cleaned himself, pulling off his clothes, the sweat-dampened shirt included and slipped on new boxers, shamefully stuffing his clothes into the bottom of his laundry pile, as he was doing so he felt the air tingle with magic and a purple glow fill the room. ‘ sh*t really right now! ’

“Blitzo?” Stolas whispered as he poked his head through the portal.

“Hey, kinda late, yeah?” Blitzo spun around, Stolas stepped through the portal fully, gaze traveling down Blitzo who suddenly worried the prince could sense what had happened before his arrival.

“Sorry, you did say I could pop over, I just thought I’d peek in and see if you were up. Which it seems you are.” Stolas’ hands were twisting together in front of him, Blitzo took the chance to look over himself and notice that he was very near naked right now, he pulled a fresh tank top on.

“I remember saying if you get done early.” He gave Stolas a playful smack on the arm with his tail.

“Technically it's very early in the morning!” Stolas beamed, sitting on the mattress, thankfully he did not see the book still on the ground, Blitzo kicked it under his bed as he sat beside the prince, calming his racing heart since the dream was still fresh on his mind.

“Why were you working so late?”

“Hm I wanted to get some paperwork done after my meetings, thought I might be able to clear up some extra time tomorrow.” Stolas brushed a hand through his head feathers. “Well, today now.”

“Successful?”

Stolas smiled and laid back “Yes, any chance you could play sick and skip a day here?”

“Maybe-”

Barbie came tumbling in the tent in a fit of giggles “Blitzo wake-” She swayed for a moment “Oh good you're up already!” She lunged on to Blitzo giving him a hug that made them fall back crushing Stolas “I met a super cute girl tonight!” She sang.

“Great for you Barbie.” Blitzo tried to shoved her off.

“She’s outside.” Barbie rolled to the side avoiding Blitzo’s attempt.

“Right now?”

“Yup, so scram.”

“The f*ck Barb!”

“Nope, nuh-uh” Barbie booped Blitzo nose “I always give you two losers time alone in here to fool around, it’s my turn to kick you out.”

Stolas was laughing at the bickering siblings “Fine we’ll go if you cover for me today, tell everyone I’ve got food poisoning and leave me alone.”

“Deal! Now seriously get the f*ck outta here.” Barbie sauntered out of the tent, Stolas opened a portal for the two to exit, he could hear a girl giggling followed by a thump before it closed behind them.

Stolas swept Blitzo up into a hug, spinning them around, “A whole night and day together is going to be so fun!” they fell into the large bed, Stolas quickly bundled the blankets over them, pulling Blitzo in to snuggle.

‘ Do not think about the dream. Do not think about the dream. Do not think about the dream. ’ Blitzo repeated to himself, trying to relax enough to fall asleep, despite Stolas caressing his horns, face and arms, placing soft kisses on his brow, trilling as he did.

“Sleepy Blitzy?” Stolas asked.

“Hm yeah, sorry you seem to be wide awake still.”

“Yes, I’m so excited for our day now, I don't think I can just fall asleep, perhaps I’ll read for a bit.” Blitzo stopped him before he could get out of the bed, he didn’t know if Stolas would reach for the books he kept in the night stand, it seemed unlikely he would read basically p*rn next to Blitzo but he didn’t want to risk him spotting the missing novel.

“How about you tell me all the stuff you want to do tomorrow?” Blitzo’s tail wrapped around Stolas’ waist, pulling him in close again and letting a purr build in his chest.

“Okay, well I think we could enjoy some pancakes for breakfast on the balcony. Then maybe we could go to the greenhouse, I have some sprouts that are ready to be transplanted-” Stolas continued to list off his plans, his soft voice lulling the imp back to sleep.

Stolas woke up before Blitzo, a rare accomplishment so he gently slipped out of the bed not wanting to disturb him. The owl headed for the bathroom, straightening his feathers out and splashing some water on his face as he sighed heavily.

Yesterday had been an exhausting day, he really didn’t plan on going to see Blitzo but he couldn’t shake this feeling of drowning within himself and was unable to be alone another moment. After Blitzo had left Stolas did attend another work meeting but afterwards he’d left to meet with Stella and her brother again.

The wedding planning was moving along quicker than he liked, especially since he was expected to be present for every step even though his opinions were not wanted or acknowledged. So he would sit there quietly as the siblings bickered over which flowers paired better, completely ignorant that they were choosing flowers solely based on their looks and not the actual symbolism behind them. The bouquet would at present hold anemone, begonia, candytuft and a single purple hyacinth that made the cut, since it complimented the pastel pinks and purples making up their wedding palette.

‘ Forsaken, beware, indifference and sorrow how apt. Not even some obligatory baby’s breath to signify everlasting love. ’ Stolas had thought to himself as he made his own selection of blooms, passing them through a tiny portal he’d opened on the empty chair beside him, unnoticed by the others. Perhaps he would grow some of these in his personal garden.

“You won’t pull another stunt like the one at our engagement party will you.” Stella was thrumming her talons on the table, watching Stolas expectantly.

“It’s typical to wear a black tuxedo to a wedding.” He responded, taking a sip of tea.

Her hand stilled “I will not be having a typical wedding Stolas.” He hated how she punctuated the last syllable of his name. “I will have a wedding befitting my title”

“A wedding is about the bride, your Highness.” Andrealphus' tone was dripping in acid “Best keep the future wife happy.”

“Of course.” Stolas held back the words he wanted to say about his title, forcing a smile “What did you have in mind Stella?”

Stolas half listened to his fiancée drone on about potential suit designers they could use, then the colours and cut that would be acceptable for him to wear. He wanted very much for the evening to end but they still had a dinner to get through, followed by inescapable drinks and cigar with his future brother-in-law who seemed to enjoy making jests about picking out some eyeshadow Stolas could use for the wedding ‘ Perhaps when the make up artist is finished with Stella she can visit to you? ’

It was late when he was finally able to leave without being impolite, returning to his office Stolas began going through his paperwork, trying to keep his mind and hands occupied. The night had faded away into twilight when he finally ran out of distractions. Sitting by a nearly burned out candle as thoughts of his fast approaching and unavoidable future life swirled in his head, pressure clamping down on his lungs, he clutched at his chest trying to take deep breaths. That was when he opened the portal to Blitzo, when he saw the imp standing in his boxers, a lopsided smile on his face and all those feelings subsided. He wished Blitzo could always be by his side.

Stolas pulled his focus back to the present, he wasn’t going to dwell on yesterday not when today was a special gift, the whole day with Blitzo. He hummed aloud as he headed to the kitchen, dismissing the staff “I will handle my own breakfast this morning!” not missing a shared look of concern passed between two imps as they left.

Stolas rummaged through the cupboards until he found a box of pancake mix, quickly scanning the instructions “This should be easy.” he pulled out a large bowl, adding the mix, milk, oil and egg, their shells were great for adding calcium to soil so Stolas simply added it in fully, breaking it when he began to stir the ingredients. Perhaps there were a few lumps in the batter but he didn’t want to take too long and make Blitzo wait so he poured the mix in the pan.

He attempted to make a heart shaped pancake, he was feeling a little silly about it and in the end it was so misshapen it was more of a blob. Soon enough he had two stacks of perfectly crispy pancakes, placing them on a tray along with a scoop of butter, syrup, cutlery and two glasses of water. Stolas headed off for his room when he crossed paths with Mr. Butler in the hallway.

“Prince Stolas, that seems like a lot of food for you.” He commented.

Stolas laughed nervously “You know what they say about growing boys.”

“Hm.” The imps eyes narrowed “Enjoy your Highness.” He bowed and continued on his way.

“Thank you!” Stolas dashed upstairs. “You're up already!”

“I should be the one saying that.” Blitzo was sitting at the foot of the bed. He'd straightened the sheets already “How much sleep did you get last night?” concern etched across his face.

“Plenty, dont worry about me.” Stolas carried the tray out to the balcony, he used magic to summon a table and chairs for them, Blitzo climbed onto one pulling a plate and cutlery towards himself “It's my first time making pancakes, I hope you like them!”

Blitzo eyed the food cautiously before cutting into the stack, pouring some syrup over it and taking a bite. “It's… crunchy.” The imp poured more syrup on top before taking another bite.

Stolas took his first taste and promptly spat it out “It’s awful!” he took a gulp of water, Blitzo was nearly half way through his stack, scarfing it down “Don’t eat it Blitzy.”

“Huh? It's fine Stolas.” Blitzo looked up, licking his lips.

“It's so burnt there is no flavour left.” Stolas pushed the food around with his fork “How are they also raw?” under the burned outer layer pockets of raw batter oozed, Blitzo was going to actually end up with food poisoning from this.

“So you don’t want it?” Blitzo was already stabbing his fork into Stolas’ share, the owl smacked his hand. “It’s pretty good, here add more syrup and don’t look at it.” Blitzo smothered the pancakes, then raised his fork to Stolas’ beak “Open up birdy!”

Blitzo started waving the fork around making plane noises, Stolas rolled his eyes and took a reluctant bite, maybe the egg shell hadn’t been a good idea. He forced down a few more bites. ‘ I'll let the staff handle lunch. ’ the prince mused watching Blitzo eat the remaining pancakes.

“Alright flower time!” Blitzo clapped his hands together and leapt off the chair, already swinging a leg over the balustrade, Stolas laughed and dragged him off, opening a portal to the green house for them, he pulled on a pair of gardening overalls he kept hung up inside. “So whatcha growing now?”

“I’ve been trying to cross breed some of my carnivorous plants, my goal is to get a single plant with two heads.” Stolas was petting the little sprouts as he passed them.

Blitzo eyed the tiny things, he recognized them from the big one kept in the kitchen, sometimes he helped Stolas during feeding time and nearly lost a hand in the process more than once “Why?”

“I worry they get terribly lonely. This way they always have a friend nearby.” Stolas gave a wistful smile to the imp and pulled out some larger pots, Blitzo helped fill the pots with dirt so Stolas could focus on the transplanting. The owl cooed at each one, talking to it like a small child who was being tucked into bed, Blitzo stood back and observed.

He couldn’t help the smile spread across his face, he loved watching Stolas like this, so happy and in his element. The owl would’ve been better off being lowborn and working as a gardener, he’d get to sing and coo all day to the plants while toiling in soil and the two could really be together. Maybe Stolas would visit the circus after working in the sun all day, they could watch the other acts and stroll through the vendors and then head back to their own private place.

Blitzo frowned a little, he looked around the room to distract from the thought of some alternate universe where they were on equal footing, he spied some cut flowers piled together. “These are pretty.” Blitzo scooped them up.

“Aren’t they?” Stolas leaned over “Iris, Blazing Star, Gardenia, Crocus” Stolas was pointing out and naming each one, he took the bundle from Blitzo and added a few more “Baby’s Breath, Maidenhair fern and of course a rose” it looked like the one Blitzo had given him, Stolas had planted some shortly after his birthday. He arranged the flowers into a small bouquet, tying it off with some twine, and held it out to Blitzo “Would you like to have them?”

Blitzo took the bouquet “What do they mean?” Blitzo had caught enough of Stolas’ prattling on about flower language to know every flower meant something and the owl seemed to have made it his personal mission to know every single one.

Stolas gave a shy smile “I’ll tell you another time.” Brushing his hand down the side of Blitzo’s face, the imp leaned up so they could kiss, it was soft and far to short, Stolas pinched Blitzo cheek “If we keep doing that I’ll never finish the gardening.”

“Fine but after you're done we are taking a very long make-out break.” Blitzo swatted Stolas’ backside with his tail, making the owl giggle.

It had been a long day again, Stolas’ days were getting more filled with diplomatic meetings between the rings, social obligations with other Goetia and never ending paperwork. The prince dragged himself to bed, he snuggled deep into his blankets and pulled out the historical romance novel he’d been trying to finish when he was able to stay awake.

He hated that he didn't have as much downtime to just read a book for pleasure, especially since the story was getting good, the couple had snuck out to the garden and grazed their bare hands against each other, so tender and romantic. Surely they were going to kiss soon, passion would take over and they would make love. Stolas’ feathers ruffled up in anticipation ‘ so silly, I’ve read much more graphic scenes, still these are just… different ’ he chuckled to himself and began reading, disappointed when he felt his eyes dropping despite his best effort to stay awake the prince nodded off.

Stolas was perched in the open window looking up at the full moon, a warm breeze caressed his face, the sheer white robe he was wearing billowed around him, he heard a rustling and peered down the tower wall to see Blitzo climbing the vines.

Stolas reached a hand out to help the imp over the window edge “You shouldn’t be here, what if someone sees us in here. Alone.” he started to pull his hand away, Blitzo held on tighter, bringing it to his lips, brushing over his knuckles.

“Then you better be quiet.” Blitzo smirked up at the prince.

Stolas began walking backwards, “We can’t do this, it is improper.” Blitzo kept pace following him, Stolas felt the edge of the bed hit the back of his legs. Blitzo ran a hand up Stolas’ leg, lifting the fabric, he teased higher before bringing his hand down again.

“Want me to leave?” Blitzo asked, Stolas shook his head no. “Want me to stop?” again Stolas shook his head, Blitzo smiled, both hands lifted Stolas up to place him on the centre of the bed. Blitzo raised himself up, removing his suit jacket, waistcoat and shirt with slow practiced ease, his eyes never leaving Stolas’ face.

Blitzo unbuckled his belt next, Stolas’ gaze had dipped down to watch but the imp stopped before removing his pants instead he leaned over the owl, pulling at the ties on his waist, parting the garment, a shiver ran through his body “You are so beautiful. Do you know how badly I want you?” Blitzo leaned in to kiss Stolas.

Stolas cupped Blitzo’s nape with one hand, the other trailed down his back massaging the flesh between his spines, his lips parted and their kiss deepened. Blitzo groaned, he had a hand splayed across Stolas’ chest, tugging lightly at the feathers there, his hips ground against Stolas.

Feeling his hard length Stolas moaned, he felt like he would combust from the molten desire pulsing through his veins, Blitzo must be able to hear his thundering heart. Bltizo smiled down at the owl, “Stolas” He kissed the corner of his mouth “Stolas” he nipped at his neck, humming has his hand danced over his thighs “f*ck Stolas” he groaned as his claws slipped over his center.

Stolas’ legs clamped together nervously even as heat pooled between his thighs “I won't hurt you” Blitzo whispered, lips pressed against his body as he gave a playful smile, tail swishing behind him. Stolas eased his legs apart granting Blitzo access to drag across his folds, grazing the cluster of nerves at the apex, Stolas’ back arched and Blitzo slipped two claws inside. Skillfully pleasuring and preparing his wet warmth for his invasion.

“Blitzo,” Stolas mewled as heat built within him, a tension coiling higher “S-something… I’m…” he didn't know the words to describe what was about to happen “Please, more." Just before he reached this peak Blitzo removed his hand.

Blitzo’s smoldering gaze took in the owls face “Do you want this Stolas?” Stolas was panting, frustrated he was being denied something, he reached to bring Blitzo’s hand back between his legs but the imp kept his hands away “You need to decide Stolas. There won't be any going back.”

“Yes Blitzo, please take my maidenhead.” Blitzo cupped Stolas’ cheek, gave him a fierce kiss then leaned back, finally removing his pants. Stolas lost his breath as he gaped at the impressive thick red length before Blitzo lined himself up at Stolas’ entrance, pressing in swiftly.

Stolas gasped, a sharp pain shot through him, dulled by Blitzo rubbing his thumb over the sensitive nub between his legs, soon it subsided and Blitzo began moving, pulling out slowly and driving in deeper with every thrust. Stolas felt that fire building again, his heart beating erratically, Blitzo had fully sheathed himself, rolling his hips in a similar motion to his thumb.

Blitzo gritted his teeth, focused on stoking Stola’s closer and closer to that peak again, Stolas had one hand gripping the sheets by his face the other on Blitzo’s shoulder, he ran it up his face tipping it back so the imp looked into his eyes “I love you Blitzo” Stolas’ heat clasped around Blitzo as wave after wave of pleasure wracked through his body, spasming around Blitzo’s manhood.

The imp let out a growled “I love you so f*cking much Stolas” as he thrusted wildly before releasing inside of the prince. “I’m never letting you go.”

Stolas woke up, there was no light in his room, no full moon hanging in the night sky and despite the cool air drifting in from the open balcony door Stolas felt like he was on fire. His legs clenched together as images of his dream flitted across his mind, a hand drifting down to run through the soaked feathers between his legs.

He let out a moan, even though he’s climaxed in his dream he was still sitting at the edge right now, he tentatively rubbed against his lips, dipping talons inside, his other hand joined to press circular motions around the bundle of nerves outside.

Stolas closed his eyes, imagining it was Blitzo’s claws pumping into him “B-Blitzy!” he choked out as he came quickly, seed spilling onto his hand as he removed it. He wiped his talons against the sheets, a heavy satisfaction seeping into his limbs, he would clean up in the morning, for now he drifted back to sleep.

Chapter 9: Foreplay

Chapter Text

Stolas was experiencing a bit of deja vu standing in front his bathroom mirror fiddling with his head feathers, he was about to go meet up with Blitzo in the wrath ring, the circus had travelled down there temporarily and Blitzo invited Stolas to come visit on their last night.

He quickly applied some eye shadow and liner, a difficult task with his hands shaking from excitement knowing Fizzarolli was giving a big one night performance so it would not be like the Mammon concert. Blitzo said it would be just the two of them. The owl couldn’t stop the squeal of joy that slipped out, even if it was always just the two of them. It was so special to go out somewhere with Blitzo, he could nearly pretend it was a real date.

Stolas stepped through a portal leading to a back entrance to the circus grounds, he heard a loud bang of a muffler backfiring and engine rumbling. Stolas turned to see Blitzo sitting in a beat up red sports car “Hey there Stolas, looking good!” the imp grinned from the driver seat.

“Blitzy? Did you get a car?” Stolas approached the vehicle, Blitzo dashed out and around to open the passenger door for him “I didn’t know you could drive.” Stolas quickly admired Blitzo’s red plaid pants, simple black halter top and leather vest. Once again the prince may have been overdressed, he had tried to dress down a bit more this time, in a deep maroon button down shirt with bell sleeve cuffs and black slacks, Blitzo just had an effortless look he admired.

Blitzo laughed “Nah I didn’t get a car, I’m uh- borrowing this one for the night. Now come on and get in, we gotta hustle.” He held a hand out for Stolas to steady himself as he climbed into the cramped interior Blitzo closed the door for him. His knees were nearly pushed against his chest, Stolas peeked behind to see there was no backseat in the car and felt for the lever to push his seat back only for it to already be set as far as it would go.

“What is the rush?” Stolas asked when Blitzo got back into the driver's seat, putting the car in gear they jolted forward and peeled off, it did not slip past him that Blitzo had not confirmed he could drive, he involuntarily gripped the handle.

“Didn’t want anyone to see us.”

“Blitzo.” Stolas gave him a flat stare.

“What?” Blitzo smirked over at the owl.

“Does the owner know you are borrowing their car?”

“I think you mean do they know we are borrowing their car.” Blitzo sped up as they hit a long empty road, he clearly had a destination in mind.

“Blitzo! Did you steal this car!”

“No, of course not.” Blitzo patted a hand on Stolas leg comfortingly “I just borrowed it without permission, it's not like I’m going to keep it.” Stolas brushed his hand off “Oh come on, going for a joy ride is a rite of passage, Oh!” Blitzo made a hard left turn, careening them both to the side, the car lurched as it went from the gravel road to a dirt field. “Are you ready for the best part?”

“Satan no.” Blitzo laughed like a maniac as he jammed his foot down on the gas pedal, turning the wheel and releasing the clutch, the car began to spin around in circles, Stolas let out a screech. “We are going to die! You are going to kill us!”

The car straightened out before stopping abruptly, Stolas had all his eyes jammed closed “Wasn’t that so much fun!” Blitzo cheered, a hand tapping Stolas’ leg “Wanna do it again?!” he finally peaked open his left eyes to take in the wide eyed Blitzo, he had a huge grin plastered on his face.

Stolas gave a shaky smile “S-sure.”

“f*ck yeah!” Blitzo tore off again, picking up speed before spinning the car around again and again. There was certainly something bubbling up Stolas’ stomach by the fourth round of donuts, he was unsure if it was vomit or excitement, maybe a bit of both, Blitzo’s laughter was infectious.

Finally Blitzo stopped the car, putting it in park “Your turn birdy.” He waggled his eyebrows.

“Oh no. No. No. No.” Blitzo was already getting out of the car, chanting yes, thumping his tail across the hood as he passed and ripping open the passenger door “I don't know how to drive Blitzo!” Stolas was being pulled out.

“It's easy! I’ll teach you!”Blitzo dragged the prince over to the driver’s seat, leaning in to pull the lever and shift it as far back as it would go, quickly looking up Stolas’ long legs, he shrugged “I'm sure it’ll be fine.”

Reluctantly Stolas climbed in, talons curling around the steering wheel, finding the warm spots left from Blitzo’s hands as the imp scurried into the passenger seat, “Gas, break, clutch, shifter” He started pointing everything out, explaining how to get the vehicle moving, Stolas stalled the engine a few times before finally jolting forward. “There you go!”

Stolas shifted and gained speed, then some more, his feet were too cramped on the pedals and he felt the sharp points of his talons clinging to the rough carpet underneath, when he tried to ease off the pedal he couldn’t extract the carpet. Unbeknownst to Blitzo who was still smiling like he was having the time of his life, practically shoving his face out the window to yell out into the night.

“B-Blitzo” His heart was racing, he wanted to slow down.

“You alright? Ease off the gas a bit Stolas.”

“I can’t!” Stolas was starting to close his eyes.

“Hey! Eyes open, don’t let go!” Blitzo leaned over to take the wheel when Stolas let go to try and pry his leg out “Hit the break!” Stolas used his other foot to hit the pedal “That's the clutch! Middle one!” When Stolas released the clutch the car began to spin, not as smoothly as when Blitzo had been doing it, the two boys screamed.

Finally with Blitzo’s help Stolas was able to free his foot, both boys having yanked at the owl's leg until the carpet tore open, he slammed the actual brake and the car stopped, slamming both of the demons forward as it did. Stolas gasped for breath ‘this has to be what a heart attack feels like’ hand clutched to his chest he looked to Blitzo who was panting, pupils blown out so wide there was only a small rim of red around them.

They looked at each other for a split second then Blitzo shifted the car in park with one hand as his other grabbed for Stolas’ face pulling him in, Stolas instantly clutched onto Blitzo’s vest as they smashed their lips together. Stolas’ tasted a little bit of blood on the tip of his beak, Blitzo didn’t seem to mind as he thrust his tongue into Stolas’ mouth.

Adrenaline pulsed through his veins, from the near accident and this kiss, Blitzo brought his other hand to Stolas chest, tugging at his feathers, Stolas let out a muffled moan. Blitzo raised up, leaning over the barrier in between them, he pushed Stolas back against the window, Stolas tried to drag him even closer. He couldn’t gain anyroom, unable to open his legs the way he wanted to, he desperately needed Blitzo pressed against him right now.

He gasped when Blitzo released their kiss to nip at his neck, one hand now dragging down his abdomen, getting closer to reaching between his legs. Stolas rubbed a hand over one of Blitzo’s horns, the other trailing a similar path down the imp, grazing taught muscles, he lingered there, Blitzo groaned out “f*ck Stols.”

Blitzo tried again to scramble closer, his hand reached out to help push himself up but slipped when the steering wheel twisted, accidently hit the car horn, the sudden blair had them both jumping before laughter erupted from both of them. “It's too cramped in here, Blitzy.” Stolas bemoaned.

“Next car we borrow I’ll make sure is big enough for these.” Blitzo slowly caressed a claw over Stolas’ leg.

“Please no more stealing cars.” Stolas giggled, he kissed Blitzo’s forehead before getting out of the driver's seat, swapping with Blitzo once again.

“Borrowing. Admit it, you had fun!” Blitzo started the trip back.

“Hm yes I did, despite that awful bit in the middle.” Stolas held one of Blitzo’s hands while they drove, they pulled up to the parking area, Blitzo tucked the keys into the visor after locking up. They headed towards the back entry way, Blitzo’s tail was curled around Stolas’ thigh.

“I uh would say let's go back to your place but I actually have to be up early to help pack up.” Blitzo rubbed a hand on the back of his head.

“Oh. I understand, I appreciate your time tonight.” He bent down so the two could share a goodbye kiss, it was slower and more sensual than usual. Stolas slipped his hand over Blitzo’s exposed midriff again, tipping the imps head back with the other. Kissing like this made Stolas feel like his whole being would be consumed by the feeling that bloomed in his chest, he wanted it to happen. Wanted to get lost into whatever this was with Blitzo and never find his way out.

Blitzo pulled back “Keep that up and I’m never going to be able to sleep tonight.” He teased, the spade of his tail unwinding enough to smack Stolas on the ass. Stolas tittered as he straightened up, opening a portal, the two parted for the night.

Blitzo was standing in an alleyway behind a club in the Gluttony ring, Stolas had asked to go out dancing for his eighteenth birthday, they were going to go to Greed but Blitzo was a little worried about the prince being in a ring that had a city called ransom.

“Blitzy!” Stolas called out as he slipped through a portal, he was wearing a satin blouse with a deep v trimmed with black lace, it ended just above his waist, the sleeves were a matching lace that flared wider than any other top the imp had seen Stolas wearing. ‘Satan damnit those pants might as well be a second skin there so tight’ Stolas always looked so damn good, whether he was in full princely regalia or his recent ‘dress down but still look absolutely stunning’ style.

“Happy Birthday Stols.” Blitzo nervously tugged at his leather jacket and pulled out a small gift box, handing it to Stolas who was bouncing around excitedly.

“You shouldn’t have Blitzy.” Stolas snatched the gift from his outstretched hand.

“I made it myself so it’s not, like, something amazing.” Blitzo winced a bit as Stolas lifted the lid and peered at the lapel pin laying inside, he’d used the glass he’d stolen from the chandelier in the palace when they first met, shaping it into a crystal bouquet. He had gotten some help from one of the imps who made and sold jewelry at the circus.

Stolas traced a talon over it with a look of wonder as once again white pupils danced in his eyes briefly “I love it!” Stolas pinned it to his shirt.

“Did you know you have pupils sometimes?” Blitzo had never asked before now, he’d always assumed he was imagining them when he’d seen them flicker quickly.

Stolas was still caressing the brooch “Hm, yes although I don’t really see them much myself.” he chuckled a little then leaned down and kissed Blitzo on the cheek. “Thank you for making this for me Blitzy.”

“No problem, let's head in.” Blitzo gestured towards the main street then held a hand out for Stolas to take. He led them down a set of stairs to a metal door, beyond that was more stairs down before it opened up to a darkened club. Neon laser lights flashed overhead, some couches and tables sat under black lights, there was a large bar near where they entered, across from them was a stage, currently a DJ was hyping up the crowd before the base drop.

Stolas’ head was spun around at the wrong angle as he took in the whole scene, he gripped Blitzo’s hand tighter for a moment. Blitzo knew he could get a little nervous in crowds especially with the loud sounds “Wanna have a drink?” Stolas nodded.

They walked up to the bar, Blitzo scrambled up on a stool and tried to wave down the shark demon who was tending it. The bartender seemed to be willfully ignoring Blitzo as he served anyone and everyone at the other end of the bar, not even sparing a glance his way.

Finally Stolas leaned against the bar “Ahem.” he cleared his throat with the most bitchy tone possible “Excuse me, we would like to order.” Blitzo could see the demon's eye widen as he took in Stolas and immediately rushed over apologizing, the imp gnashed his fangs when the bartender offered the prince a free shot of tequila with a blush spreading across his cheeks.

“Lovely we will both take you up on that offer.” Stolas turned to look at Blitzo “What did you want to drink?”

“Hmm how about two beelzejuices, we are celebrating tonight.” Blitzo wrapped an arm around Stolas' waist, resisting the urge to flip the bartender off who looked a little dumbstruck and about to argue over the extra free shot until he glanced back up at Stolas, going a bit pale in the face and quickly poured their drinks.

Stolas paid before Blitzo could get his wallet out, he gave Stolas a frown “It’s your birthday, tonight is my treat.”

“Well if it's my birthday then I should get to decide what happens, and I want to treat you.” Stolas grabbed his shot, holding it up to cheers.

Blitzo stayed his hand, swiped a shaker of salt and two lime wedges “Lick the salt, take the shot and then suck on the lime.” he instructed Stolas as he sprinkled salt on the owls free hand and his own before clinking his glass to Stolas’. He did not expect to see the mischievous glint in Stolas eyes as he leaned in to lick the salt off Blitzo’s hand and swiftly downed his tequila. Blitzo’s brain took half a second to catch up with his body as he instinctively leaned in to swipe his tongue over Stolas’ offered hand, as he took his shot he watched the quick grimace spread over Stolas’ face before he shoved the full lime wedge into his beak.

Bltizo started laughing “Suck on it, not eat it rind and all!” Blitzo grabbed his own wedge and chomped down, sucking back on the sour juice.

“I am sucking!” Stolas garbled around the lime in his mouth, before spitting it out and taking a long gulp from the glass of beelzejuice.

“Slow down champ.” Blitzo sipped from his own glass, “Let's go somewhere more comfortable.” When Stolas turned around Blitzo looked at the bartender one last time, flipping him off and placing a hand on Stolas back side with a light smack before hopping off the bar stool. The two slipped over to a couch, Stolas’ heart shaped face glowed under the black light “You’re so cute.”

Stolas sputtered on his drink, blushing “Blitzy, stop it!” He nervously brushed through his head feathers, Blitzo wound his tail around Stolas waist and cozied up closer.

“Never, pretty bird.” He winked and took a swig of his drink. They both finished off their drinks while taking in the dancers, Stolas’ leg bouncing to the beat of the music and the liquid pooled hot in Blitzo’s stomach. “Wanna dance?”

Stolas leapt up “Yes!” dragging Blitzo out on the dance floor, making the imp laugh, he could barely keep his feet on the ground trying to keep up. Facing each other they swayed to the techno beat, Stolas really cutting loose, arms up and head tilted back as he got lost in the music.

At some point Blitzo spotted a platform for shorter demons to use, he pulled Stolas over so they could dance closer, now the owl was facing away from Blitzo as they grinded together. Blitzo’s hands clutching Stolas’ waist but Stolas was still very much in charge of the ebb and flow of their hips, he leaned back, running a hand over Blitzo’s face “Having fun?”

Stolas tittered “The most, it's so exhilarating.” he turned his head to place a kiss along Blitzo’s horn, the imp shuddered when the owl ran a tongue along it instead. There was no way Stolas couldn’t feel the tent in Blitzo’s pants, he could’ve sworn he heard him hoot as his hips grinded back harder making Blitzo bite back a groan.

Blitzo spun Stolas around and pulled him in for a kiss, Stolas pressed against the imp, one knee on the platform as he pulled Blitzo in, their tongues exploring each other's mouths. One of Stolas hands grabbed Blitzo’s ass, the imp gave a little yelp when the talon dug in, it made Stolas giggle.

“You sure get handsy after one drink.” Blitzo teased, Stolas was back to raising his arms up and tipping his head back with a huge grin on his face, letting Blitzo’s grip hold him up.

“Maybe.” He practically sang the word, his scarlet eye glittered with mirth that stole Blitzo’s breath “Maybe it's not the drink.” Stolas whispered before kissing Blitzo again.

They swayed to the music while kissing for a few more songs, it was hard to tell how much time had passed, the songs bled into one another so smoothly, eventually Stolas excused himself to use the ‘little birds room’ Blitzo wished him luck finding it while rolling his eyes. The imp leaned against the wall and watched Stolas as he left, thankfully the bird still towered over pretty much everyone at the club.

After a few minutes he emerged and began weaving his way through the dance floor halting with a confused look on his face. Blitzo perked up to see someone had grabbed Stolas wrist and was trying to drag him closer, when Stolas pulled away saying something with a glare the demon recaptured his wrist again. Blitzo was already stalking forward, unceremoniously shoving others out of the way until he was looking at burly hellhound “Hey f*ck face do you mind letting go.”

The hound glanced down, he flashed his fangs with a growl “Get outta here pipsqueak” he kicked out a foot towards Blitzo, who sidestepped him. Stolas ripped his hand away again moving towards Blitzo “Awe come on don’t go baby.” The hound slapped Stolas on the ass.

Blitzo’s vision went red, he grabbed the hounds shirt, yanking him down as he pulled back his fist and punched him in the face. The hound stumbled back dazed for a moment, shaking his head and glared down at Blitzo “You’re gonna regret that.” He cracked his knuckles stepping forward, Blitzo was already squaring up for a full on fight when Stolas stepped in front of him, his eyes flashed bright and the hound’s whole body flickered with red magic before turning to stone.

“What the fu-” Blitzo was being dragged out of the club by Stolas, the prince was nearly sprinting to get out, not slowing until they had rounded the corner to the alley way and passed through a portal back into his bedroom.

Stolas closed the portal and looked down at the completely astonished Blitzo “He’ll be fine.” The prince incorrectly assumed Blitzo gave a literal f*ck about that asshole “Should wear off in a few days, give or take.” he waved a hand around. “Say something.” He was twisting his hands together.

“That was so f*cking hot, why haven’t you told me you can do that!”

Stolas’ eyes widened before he laughed “Really? I thought it would freak you out more.”

“Dude we coulda been getting so much revenge!” Blitzo leapt up and down with excitement.

“Do you have many enemies, Blitzy?” Stolas teased the imp.

“I’ll go and make some right now, let's go!” He grabbed Stolas’ hand pretending to drag him to the balcony, Stolas laughed but pulled Blitzo back towards the bed instead.

“Maybe another night.” He nuzzled the top of Blitzo’s head “Since we had to cut the clubbing short, how about we cuddle and watch a movie. I found one about a group of kids hunting for pirate treasure. What do you think?”

“Well if you’re gonna twist my arm.” Blitzo scooched to the centre of the bed, Stolas carefully placed Blitzo’s gift on the nightstand before following after him, magic lighting up around the room as he brought the tv over and inserted the movie, then put out all the lights in the room save for a few dim purple candle flames.

Blitzo had Stolas pinned underneath him on the prince’s bed, the movie played forgotten in the background, sounds drowned out by the two demons' moans and gasps as they kissed, hands exploring each other. Tongues swirled and twisted together, the faint taste of beelzejuice lingered between them, Stolas talons rested low on Blitzo’s back, the imps' tail being teased around them. He ground his hips down against Stolas at the sensation building at the base of his tail from the touch, Stolas tilted his head back unable to stop a loud moan from slipping out.

‘f*ck he is so vocal, I love it.’ Blitzo nipped at the owl's neck and collarbone eliciting more sounds from Stolas, both hands slipping up his shirt, dragging his claws up relishing the way Stolas feathers lifted from the touch.

Stolas legs spread a bit giving Blitzo room to shimmy lower and rest between them, the owl covered his face with his arms as he started panting. Blitzo pushed the shirt up so he could nuzzle and kiss his chest feathers, grinding into Stolas more, the friction felt so good but he noticed a lack of reciprocating hardness from Stolas, despite the fact that the prince was thrashing his head like it was the best thing in the world. “D-do you like this?” Blitzo gritted out, not wanting to get too excited too fast.

“Yes, yes!” Stolas’ thighs clenched together around Blitzo’s hips.

“Are you sure? You can tell me if I’m not doing it right.” He was pulling back a bit, worried Stolas may be putting on a bit of a show for his sake.

“Mm more there Blitzy.” Stolas legs dragged up, pulling Blitzo back in.

“Then why aren’t you hard?” Blitzo blurted out.

Stolas immediately sobered, his legs loosened, eyes widened as he sat up on his elbows confused “I… I don't have a dick Blitzo.”

“Uh.” Blitzo was staring with confusion now “But you're a dude, right?”

Stolas was blushing “Yes!” He was pulling his shirt back down now.

“So why don’t you-” Blitzo didn’t finish instead he gestured towards Stolas’ junk.

“I’m a male avian, I have a cloaca.” Stolas closed his legs and started scooting away from Blitzo towards the head of the bed.

“What’s a clo-cloak-that?” Blitzo tilted his head, he still had a hand gesturing towards Stolas, swirling his finger as he fumbled over the word.

Stolas’ beak opened and closed a few times, the owl managed to turn an even brighter shade of pink, his eyes closed in annoyance as he finally snapped “Oh why don't you open an anatomy book!” he turned to his side, pulling his legs in close he glared off into the distance.

Blitzo realized his big mouth had embarrassed Stolas, he bit down on his lower lip, he could fix the mood, ‘No dick isn’t a deal breaker for me’. He reached out a hand to rest on Stolas' foot “Or you could give me an anatomy lesson right now.” When Stolas looked his way the imp waggled his eyebrows, "If you show me yours I'll show you mine.” he purred as his hand ran higher up that leg.

Stolas sat there slack-jawed while considering what had just been said, then for a brief moment white pupils appeared in his eyes glancing in between Blitzo’s legs “I supposed we could do that.” he whispered.

Blitzo’s heart started racing ‘Okay. Okay this is happening!’ Blitzo sat back as Stolas readjusted to lean back on the pillows more comfortably. They stared at each other for a moment, both hesitating, Blitzo broke the tension, sitting back on his heels he swallowed his nerves and pulled off his shirt tossing it to the floor, Stolas swiftly followed suit.

Stolas reached a hand out to run it down Blitzo’s torso with slow perusal, talons brush over his nipples, Blitzo breath hitched. Stolas smiled in response, removing his hand when he reached the buckle on Blitzo’s pants, he turned his face slightly away, as he reached for the button of his own slacks, pink staining his cheeks again.

Blitzo’s took a deep inhale as Stolas’ thumbs hooked on the sides of his pants, hips lifting as he leisurely pulled them off, keeping his legs tightly closed, his tail had lifted to cover himself. One of Blitzo’s hands absently rubbed along Stolas’ calf, mesmerized by his shyness, the other pulled at the buckle then the zipper of his own pants shimming them down to his knees along with his boxers.

Stolas’ tail dropped slightly as Blitzo sat there exposed for the owl's gaze, he was only at half mast, feeling a bit self conscious, it wasn’t like he’d never seen any comparisons in p*rn mags that had floated around the circus, and he knew he was on the well endowed end of the spectrum but still he worried Stolas might be disappointed.

“Don’t leave me hanging here Stols.” Blitzo cringed at his own sh*tty pun.

Stolas shook his head quickly “Oh right.” His tail lowered completely, then he slowly spread his legs revealing his cloaca. There was soft looking downy feathers surrounding dewy onyx lips, Blitzo’ head swam as he took in Stolas’ obvious arousal, only vaguely registering there was only the singular hole between the owls legs ‘Do not ask about it or else you will never get to see the gorgeous birdpuss again!’

Stolas let a little hoot escape, he was nibbling on a talon, staring at Blitzo’s now full erection “Are those ridges?” Stolas timidly asked, Blitzo nodded after a quick look at his own junk. He had a series of ridges spaced out along the underside of his co*ck, decreasing in size as they approached the flared base of the pointed tip.

“Show me how you touch yourself.” Blitzo’s voice sounded far away from his own ears, he was already beginning to palm himself in anticipation. Stolas flushed before reaching his free hand down his abdomen, talons caressing his lips for a few strokes before dipping in between gathering slick to swirl around at the peak.

Stolas closed his eyes, head fell back with a thump on to the headboard, he let out a sigh as he continued to circle the pleasure spot. Blitzo moved closer to Stolas, one hand pumping along his length, the other gripped Stolas’ knee, his tail wrapped around Stolas’ other leg, the spade stroking along the underside of his thigh. Stolas moaned at the contact, Blitzo’s own co*ck jolting in response, pre-cum sliding out the tip.

Stolas opened his eyes again, smiling at Blitzo before moving his other hand down to thrust two talons in and out of his wet heat, more slick spilling out with each slow thrust, Blitzo’s grip tightened on his co*ck, his hips now taking on more of the work, trying to time his thrust with the princes.

“f*ck you are so beautiful Stolas. Such a pretty f*cking bird.” Blitzo’s mouth was running on autopilot, more compliments spilling out. “Never seen anyone as gorgeous as you.”

“I’m going to-” Stolas panted out, little white pupils swirling back into view, this time they didn't disappear, instead seeming to grow in size as the prince's breaths became more erratic while he chased his org*sm.

“Yes, let me see you cum!” Blitzo fought to keep his own eyes from sliding closed with his own org*sm fast approaching, Stolas let out a screech as he came undone from his own touch, iridescent seed flowed out around his inserted talons. “f*ck!” Blitzo came from the sight and sound of Stolas, uncaring his own cum shot out over the owl's tail.

They caught their breaths, Blitzo was leaning against Stolas leg, his whole body boneless, Stolas removed his talons and Blitzo was spellbound by the sight of his sem*n again without thinking he pulled Stolas’ wrist towards his face, running his tongue over his talons, savoring the unique taste, like flowers and magic. He heard Stolas giggle getting tickled when Blitzo’s tongue flicked in between the talons.

“You're making me ready to go again, Blitzy.” Stolas gave the imp a playful smile that had Blitzo’s dick pulsing again, he could be ready for a second round, but he would need at least a few minutes. It seemed Stolas had a much quicker refractory period as the owl began fingering himself again.

‘How did I get so f*cking lucky’ Blitzo thought as he settled in for the show.

Stolas walked on shaky legs towards his bathroom, Blitzo stayed close by to help him stay steady until they reached the bathtub. Stolas sat on the edge, leaning over to turn the water on while Blitzo delved into the cabinet pulling out random bottles and jars of bath products. The imp was humming, his hips swayed and tail lashing around playfully, his pants had been pulled up loosely before they’d stepped away from the bed, leaving Stolas the only one fully nude.

Stolas slipped into the water, sinking low until only his eyes were above. He had lost all of his bravado from earlier as anxiety pooled in the pit of his stomach. ‘What if we regret that’’Blitzo returned, he dumped in a generous helping of lavender bath salts ‘ What if he prefers someone with a dick’ Stolas heard his pants hit the floor before Blitzo scurried over the rim of the tub settling in on the other side as he let out a long content sigh.‘What if he-’

“Really Stols?” Blitzo smirked at the owl, flicking some water at Stolas. “Are you shy now? After I just watched you polish the pearl through three org*sms.”

Stolas gasped, accidentally sucking in water, he hauled upwards choking, Blitzo laughed swimming over to smack Stolas’ back. “Blitzy don’t tease me.” Stolas lamented. A huge grin split across Blitzo’s face, he opened his mouth “Don’t! I already know what you’re going to say!”

Blitzo wrapped his arms around Stolas’ neck “You’ve teased yourself plenty already.” He stuck his tongue out after the joke, Stolas leaned forward to nip at the appendage. Blitzo yelped “Careful that thing is dangerous!” he gestured to the prince's sharp beak.

Stolas held Blitzo close as he leaned forward and snapped his beak next to the Blitzo’s lips then lingered, Blitzo snorted then pressed a kiss to it. He turned around and settled his back against Stolas' chest, the two sank lower into the water again “Feeling better? Relaxed?” Blitzo asked.

“Yes,” Stolas nuzzled one of the imp horns, Blito had a natural talent for pulling Stolas out of his own spiraling thoughts “Thank you. That was… fun.”

Blitzo wrapped his tail around Stolas’ waist “Certainly the most fun I’ve had learning.” He tilted his head back to give Stolas a wink “Looking forward to another lesson soon, Professor Stolas.”

Stolas tittered “Hm you better pay close attention, there will be an exam.”

Blitzo laughed next “Oh sounds sexy!” They bantered for a while more, eventually Stolas grabbed the soap, Blitzo insisted they wash each other, Stolas had ended up with most of the bodily fluid on him earlier but didn't want to give up an opportunity to rub his hands all over Blitzo. The two stayed until the water cooled too much to remain in the bath, Stolas gave Blitzo his robe to wear, the imp swam in the material and gave Stolas a pointed scowl when he laughed. “Be nice or I won't help you preen,” he threatened.

“That may be a cursing in disguise” Stolas teased but scooped Blitzo and the preening oil up, returning to the bed they set to grooming his feathers, snuggling under the covers, letting sleep slowly take over “Wake me in the morning for a portal Darling.” Stolas mumbled before drifting off.

Chapter 10: Fornication

Chapter Text

A date was set, Stolas was silently staring down at different Save the Date card samplers, his whole world had shifted the moment he’d seen the official wedding date. He knew this was coming, of course he’d known, he’d been watching a wedding be planned for years but now it felt so real.

Less than a year until he would be eternally bound to another person, to someone he didn’t love, would never love because he loved Blitzo. That was the truth of it, he was desperately in love with Blitzo, he’d never even said it out loud and soon he would lose all hope of them being together.

He excused himself before the tears spilled over in front of Stella and Andrealphus. Opting to sob in one of the guest bathrooms, after a few minutes there was a soft knock at the door “Just a moment.” Stolas called out, taking a few breaths and splashing water on his face, it was obvious what he had been doing though.

He cracked open the door to see a small concerned imp, he was one of the younger footmen, nearly Stolas own age. “My apologies, your Highness, your guests were requesting your presence.” The imp wasn’t quite making eye contact.

“Yes of course.” Stolas sniffled and stepped out, “Thank you.”

“Sir.” The imp hesitated a moment, Stolas glanced down “Perhaps this could help, just to get through today.” He reached into his coat pocket pulling out a bottle with the label ‘Calm Pills’ he handed a single teal pill over to the prince “Everyone needs a little help sometimes.” The imp bowed and returned to his post.

Stolas turned the pill over in his hand, he’d heard of calming over the counter medications, he had always chosen a nice hot cup of tea to soothe his nerves in the past, when that didn’t work going to see Blitzo would brighten any mood. He popped the pill in his mouth before returning to the parlor, the siblings were bickering once again, upon seeing Stolas they smirked at one another, a silent conversation passed between them before they presented the card template they’d chosen.

Stolas nodded along with their chatter, his limbs started to feel heavy, drowsiness mounting as the calm pill began to take effect, his thoughts felt a little fuzzy but it was not unpleasant. He was able to put a smile on his face as they ran through the guest list, making their final cuts to a few minor Lords and Ladies that had come under some harsh gossip recently.

After his guests left Stolas retreated to his official study, sinking into the leather chair and tossing the Save the Date sample onto his desk. He pulled over some star charts, opening a portal to where he had last left off his studying of the skies, he began sketching lines and forming constellations all the while setting an intention. His magic swirled around, he’d even pulled out his pendulum asking it questions occasionally, trying to find some sort of prophecy, even a hint for what was to come in his life, with his marriage, with the man he loved.

Nothing, as always. ‘Maybe when they realize I cannot perform my duties properly they will have me removed from the Ars Goetia’ that thought had him smiling, ‘How freeing that would be.’ Stolas took up his quill once again, ignoring the earth sky and creating his own constellations on the map, connecting stars until they took the shape of Blitzo, then himself.

Stolas sighed, laying his head down on the desk, too tired to bother dragging himself to bed tonight, he ran his hand over the drawing, letting the drowsiness win.

Blitzo was watching Stolas pour over his star charts, he was muttering to himself as he scratched something out, Blitzo was getting worried for him, the prince seemed to be almost obsessively working on something, when he had asked what he was trying to accomplish Stolas simply said he needed to find an answer.

The imp glanced at the Save the Date card peeking out from under one of the maps, he gnawed at his bottom lip, ‘We should talk about this’ Blitzo’s heel bounced on the floor ‘We really should talk about this’ he leaned his head on the desk, gazing at Stolas face ‘We really really should talk about this’. Blitzo opened his mouth, trying to find the courage to just say something, instead a low pitch whine escaped.

Stolas blinked as his eyes focused on Blitzo “Oh are you alright Blitzo?”

Blitzo shook his head “Not really.”

Stolas set his quill down with a frown “I’m sorry, I’m ignoring you aren’t I?”

“No, it's not that, I just-” he glanced at the card again.

It was not missed by the prince who tucked it further under his maps “I know.” he whispered, turning his face away as he rubbed at his eyes.

‘Say something, you stupid clown’ Blitzo walked around the desk, he pulled Stolas’ hand into his own and brushed away the tears “Wanna go upstairs and fool around?” he nearly groaned aloud ‘Not that idiot!’ he internally chided himself.

Stolas laughed, “Very much so.” He stood up opening a portal for the two of them to step into the bedroom, Stolas flopped onto the bed and Blitzo climbed on top, their lips crashing together. Blitzo’s hand was buried in Stolas’ head feathers, tugging sharply at the ponytail he made Stolas gasp and slipped his tongue in, the owls quickly twisting their tongues together.

They were both desperate to lose themselves into this moment, Blitzo wanted to forget everything, he wasn’t a circus imp and Stolas wasn’t a prince about to get married in a few months. Their separate worlds colliding and shrinking down to these four walls, just the two of them grasping at each other, throwing themselves into an easy distraction.

Blitzo broke the kiss apart to nip his way down Stolas’ neck pausing to nuzzle into the puffed out chest feathers, he glanced up at Stolas who was far more quiet than usual, only letting out soft moans, his eyes still looked far off. Blitzo bit down hard on Stolas’ hip, the owl let out a shocked hoot, he manhandled one of Blitzo’s horns pulling him off with a glare.

“Making sure you’re still here with me.” Blitzo stuck his tongue out but let a purr build in his chest, Stolas chuffed, stroking his talons along Blitzo’s face. “How about that hands-on exam?” He waggled his eyebrows, claws circling the button on Stolas’ slacks.

Stolas nodded vigorously while blushing, he started working on the buttons of his top shucking it off while Blitzo chuckled at the eagerness and tossed his shirt off the bed too. He swatted Stolas’ hands away from his slacks “I’m taking those off.” He unbuttoned them and gave a hard yank down, relishing in Stolas excited hoot, he shimmed back to peel the pants all the way off Stolas’ legs.

Blitzo laid down beside Stolas, propped on one elbow he slowly caressed the feathered thighs “I ever tell you how sexy I find your legs?”

“Really? I think they are kind of lanky and a bit too long.”

“Lanky! With thick thighs like these” Blitzo gave said thighs a light slap “As for too long, well personally they make me want to climb you like a tree.”

“You are ridiculous.” Stolas giggled.

“You love it.” Blitzo flinched as he said it, worried he was steering them back towards that unspoken territory he had been trying to avoid.

Stolas tipped Blitzo’s face up to meet his soft gaze, a gentle smile spread across his face “I do. I really do.” Blitzo felt his own lips split into what must be a goofy smile.

“Stop distracting me already, I have to focus if I’m going to ace this test.” Blitzo slid his hand in between Stolas’ legs, Stolas let out a pleased hum when Blitzo dragged across his lips, he could feel slick gathering already. “Such a horny bird.” he murmured as he kissed Stolas chest.

After a few strokes Blitzo began circling the bundle of nerves, he listened for Stolas’ reactions, applying more pressure and increasing speed until the owl was hooting loudly, legs starting to shake. Blitzo decided to switch gears, sinking two claws inside, he did not miss the frustrated huff “Let me try something.” He thrusted in and out a few times before probing against the area under the outer nerves.

Stolas gasped, one taloned hand ripping the comforter fabric, Blitzo chuckled “Found it.” He readjusted his hand so he could stimulate the prince from the outside with his thumb and inside with his two claws curling against that sweet spot.

Blitzo’s tail swished around, thumping on the comforter when he felt Stolas snatch the spade in his own hand, rubbing his thumb against it, the imp let out a moan. “Does that feel good for you, Blitzy?” Stolas teased “Who knew imps had an erogenous zone there.”

Blitzo thrusted his hips against Stolas, biting back another moan trying to refocus on circling his thumb faster “Did you read about that in a book?”

“Yes.” Stolas brought the spade to his beak, swiping his tongue across it.

“f*ck! You’re such a nerd.” Blitzo added a third claw, thrusting harder, until his legs began to shake again, he was getting so close “Come on, cum for me you hot nerd” Stolas body went rigid for a split second as he tipped over the edge, clenching around Blitzo’s fingers, head thrown back while he called out Blitzo’s name.

Stolas pushed Blitzo’s hand away when the imp continued to work him through his org*sm, over stimulated, he caught his breath for a moment then pulled Blitzo up for a quick kiss before pushing him onto his back. Stolas sat up and straddled his legs “Your turn.” Blitzo helped get his pants open and Stolas stroked his length with one hand, thumb teasing the slit that already had precum leaking out, while the other returned to his tail spade, rubbing that spot slowly.

“I’m not going to last long.” Blitzo admitted, that familiar pressure was already building.

Stolas hummed, he leaned down bringing their mouths a breath away from each other “You're so beautiful like this Blitzo.” as he closed the gap pressing their lips together, Blitzo climaxed claws digging into the sides of Stolas’ face to keep the kiss from ending.

They kissed for a while, eventually pulling away when their bodily fluids felt sticky and they both wanted to bathe, of course they got swept up in each other's bodies, bringing each other to org*sm one more time while washing each other with Stolas’ favorite lavender soap. Afterwards they preened Stolas while snuggled together watching a movie. Successfully having forgotten about the ticking clock that hung over their heads.

Blitzo was taking a break from unloading boxes from the truck, it was a particularly hot and smoggy day in the Greed ring, he just wanted to cool off for a minute. He stuffed a hand into his pants pocket, fiddling with the folded up paper within before pulling it out.

‘Why did I take this stupid thing?’ Blitzo stared at the Save the Date card.

“What’cha looking at Blitzo?” Fizz flopped down beside him, Barbie was in tow handing each of them a cold soda before taking a seat too. Blitzo sighed and showed them.

“sh*t, that's a massive bummer.” Barbie swiped the card.

“I really thought he’d get out of this.” Fizz sipped his drink.

“Wouldn’t that’ve been nice.” Blitzo muttered.

“Still has some time to.” Barbie offered, giving Blitzo a pat on the shoulder.

“A King of Hell decided they would be married so he could get a precautionary heir or whatever. So I don’t think there is much to be done about it.” Blitzo snatched the card back angrily stuffing it back into his pocket.

“Oh he’s gotta make a baby huh? So they can’t just have a marriage on paper only then.” Fizz mused with a frown.

“A baby?!” Blitzo choked on his drink “Why would he be having a baby?”

“That’s what an heir is dummy.” Barbie chastised him.

“How would I know! He is always using big fancy words.”

“The real question here is are you going to keep dating him after he gets hitched?” Fizz asked, Barbie nodded her agreement.

“We aren’t even dating.” he received two eye rolls, “What, we never talked about it officially.”

“Satan, you two have been sucking face for over a year.” Barbie sighed.

“Not to mention all the hand stuff.” Fizz made a jerking off motion with one hand while the other he thrusted two claws up suggestively.

“Gross I don’t need to know that!” Barbie smacked him on the arm “Blitzo next time you go there you need to talk to him. Really talk to him.”

“No fooling around, keep it in your pants!” Fizz supplied.

“Then you need to decide if you're going to keep this up with a married man.” Barbie gave him a pitying look as she patted his cheek.

“We will support you either way, you wanna break it off and move on, great!” Fizz wrapped an arm around Blitzo “You wanna be a homewrecking hoe, also great!”

“Gee thanks.” Blitzo groaned “Fine, I will try to talk to him.”

“Seriously though, don't sleep with him before you do.” Fizz jostled Blitzo by his horns.

“Okay, Okay!” Blitzo shoved away from the two, “Let's get back to it already.” He stalked off to finish the work he’d started. He would see Stolas, stay focused and they would talk about their feelings. ‘No pressure, just tell the dude you’ve fallen in love with him and are fairly certain he is in love too, kiss then run off into the sunset and live happily ever after.’ Blitzo scrubbed his hands over his face as he groaned ‘Easy, no problem, just nut up and do it.’

Blitzo scrambled over the railing of Stolas’ balcony, he hadn’t made plans to come over tonight but he had spent the last hour hyping himself up in the mirror to talk to Stolas, tonight was the night. “Come on, don't be a little bitch.” he muttered to himself as he shook out his arms.

He forced his feet forward noticing for the first time that the door was open, the curtains partially drawn but he could hear muffled moans coming from within. Blitzo quietly slipped through the opening, he peered over at the bed where Stolas had one hand over his mouth and the other thrusting in between his legs, it was a breathtaking scene watching Stolas pleasure himself.

His head was tipped back, back arched and feathers raised as he teased himself closer. His tail fanned out, thumping against the sheets, Blitzo could feel the breeze that was made from the action as he crept closer. “Oh Blitzo!” Stolas called out.

The imp startled, assuming he was caught “Yeah?”

Stolas shot up at the response “Blitzo!”

“Yeah?” He asked again, ‘sh*t guess I gave myself away.’

“I-” Stolas blinked and pulled the sheets over his body “When did you-”

Blitzo climbed up onto the bed and pulled the sheet off Stolas “Why are you covering up pretty bird, I was enjoying the show.”

“You might have warned me I was going to have an audience.” Stolas made sure his beak made a loud snap to show his annoyance despite shifting closer to Blitzo, spreading his legs invitingly.

Blitzo’s eyes traveled to the wet feathers in between ‘I’m supposed to be talking about feelings right now’ he reminded himself even as he eased on top of Stolas “Can I go down on you?”

Stolas blushed “Oh yes please, will you let me return the favor?” His eyes got wide as he brushed a talon over blitzo’s erection.

“Uh…” Blitzo ran the pad one on finger across the sharp part of Stolas beak, a drop of black blood weld up from the cut “Maybe,” He hedged trying make it sound enticing and not hesitant, Stolas licked the wound ‘Maybe after he practices on a cucumber or something first.’

Blitzo slipped in between Stolas’ legs and lifted his thighs up “Oh!” Stolas fell back, successfully distracted, a grin was spread across Blitzo’s face as he looked down at Stolas cloaca begging for the imp to have a taste.

He leaned down and swiped his tongue over his center, he looked back at Stolas face as he did so “Better keep all eyes on me.” he whispered into the dewy feathers, he teased with his forked tongue the same way he would with his claws, lapping up all the slick that had gathered from Stolas’ earlier efforts. The taste was divine, he already suspected he was addicted to Stolas’ cum since he never passed up the chance to lick their fingers clean after he’d finished.

This flavor was similar, maybe less magical and a bit more sweet “f*ck, you taste so f*cking good.” Stolas could probably write a whole poem about it, Blitzo was less eloquent but it still managed to make the owl cry out, feathers puffing up around his neck.

Finally Blitzo used his thumbs to spread Stolas’ lips and dive his forked tongue deep inside, feathered thighs pressed together, rubbing against his horns. Logically Blitzo knew he should be a little concerned about getting his head crushed but the thought was turning him on more than anything so he flicked his tongue up against the internal nerves that had Stolas shouting.

“Blitzy, oh yes! Right there!” Stolas reached hands down to grip his horns trying to guide him closer, Blitzo let him take control sucking at the peak Stolas was desperately grinding against his face. Blitzo thrusted two claws inside; he could feel Stolas’ wall starting to clamp down, he nipped at him lightly before returning to sucking and licking until Stolas climaxed.

Blitzo pressed his mouth back against Stolas’ opening so he swallow down all his seed as it spilled out, all the while Stolas was shaking below him crying out his name over and over. When there was nothing left, Blitzo climbed Stolas’ torso, gazing down at the disheveled prince, flush and panting as he gave Blitzo a soft smile finally coming down from the overstimulation.

The two kissed, slow and desperate, Stolas taste passing between their tongues, they pulled apart Stolas shifted up to wrap his thighs around Blitzo’s waist, sitting up slightly so he could return to kissing. Blitzo grinded against Stolas who was pulling at the hem of the imps shirt, he raised his arms to let Stolas pull it off, then he kicked off his pants, back to grinding against his wet heat.

His co*ck glided effortlessly as it got coated in Stolas slick ‘this is a dangerous game’ he could barely form the thought as his co*ckhead probed the opening. There was an energy building around them, tingling against his skin, he stared into Stolas’ eyes, waiting for him to give a signal, or say something about stopping.

Stolas brushed his hands down Blitzo’s horns, cupping his face they shared a soft kiss, when he pulled back his eyes were brimming with reverence looking into Blitzo’s “I want this.” He whispered against his lips, connecting them together again as Blitzo slowly pressed inside.

Stolas laid back again, keeping his hands on Blitzo’s face, his features contorted for a moment so the imp stopped his intrusion, swirling his thumb over the sensitive bud, until Stolas relaxed. Blitzo began to push in again until he was fully seated, ‘So tight’ he gritted his fangs, he did not want to finish already but it felt so good being inside Stolas.

Magic swirl around them now, sparks danced over their skin, an amethyst glow surrounded the canopy. Looking up Blitzo saw a portal had opened to the night sky, stars shooting by and a full moon hung in the distance.

“Blitzy.” He looked back at Stolas with wonder. “I feel so full.”

“f*ck!” Blitzo muttered and began thrusting, he wasn’t going to last not after hearing that, he was back to circling Stolas’ bud, trying to get the owl trembling and as ready to burst as he was. Stolas’ was moaning, the talons on his feet ripping the sheets apart, Blitzo had found another spot deeper inside Stolas that was driving him wild. They stared into each other's eyes as they both neared their peaks, white heart shaped pupils shining within Stolas eyes, ‘I love you, I love you, I love you’ Blitzo chanted in his mind, the spines on his back raised, he knew his eyes must look as desperate Stolas’ did right now.

Blitzo tipped over the edge first, shouting Stolas’ name as he filled him with his seed, still thrusting, he was trying to hit that place inside more, so he lifted Stolas’ hips to get a better angle. He needed Stolas to climax with him “Ah!” Stolas gasped when Blitzo slammed harder into it until finally Stolas joined him in oblivion.

Blitzo collapsed on top of Stolas nuzzling into his feathers, talons caressing along his back coaxing a purr from his chest “That was-” he didn't have the words to express how perfect and right it felt. ‘So much for no sex before feelings talk’

“Yes, it was.” Stolas sniffled, Blitzo looked up at him, tears were spilling down his cheeks.

“Don’t cry, you’ll make me cry.” Blitzo tried to tease but he really could feel a sudden swell of emotion building inside his chest, threatening to spill out his eyes.

“I’m just so happy with you.” They tightly wrapped together their arms, clinging to each other, wiping tears off each other's faces, kissing softly as a cool breeze floated in from the still open doorway, silent ‘I love you’s being passed between the two.

Stolas woke up in the dead of night, something had pulled him from his sleep, a tugging feeling. He looked down at Blitzo still fast asleep, head resting on Stolas while he purred lightly. He felt that tug once again, his magic buzzing faintly under his skin. Stolas softly lifted Blitzo as he slipped out from under him, propping a pillow under the imp who snuggled it closely.

Stolas stepped out onto the balcony, carefully closing the door behind him. He stared up at the sky, his magic flaring around him as a portal opened, despite not having consciously done it himself his hand was glowing.

He could hear soft voices beyond, he stepped through, the portal closed behind him as he walked across a vast expanse of reflective water, above galaxies, stars, planets and their moons floated. Stolas reached towards a nearby planet, it pulled in to float above his palm, swirling around as if caught in his gravity, he could hear one of those voices emanating from within he passed it to his other hand before sending it floating on its own again.

He explored deeper, listening as some voices sang, laughed or cried, he couldn’t comprehend what was being said but he could feel an understanding deep in his bones. Constellations began to take shape the farther he explored, seeming to dance or flit about, he found one that looked remarkably like Blitzo, when Stolas tried to reach for it the stars flew away disappearing behind a far off moon.

He felt an urge to leap forward, unsure if he would be able to fly among the stars too, before he could test this he heard a young girl giggling behind him. He glanced around finding the source, a constellation twirled around him a few times before landing on the water, an image flickered between the stars and a small owl girl was looking up at Stolas.

She smiled at him, holding out a hand for him to take, he reached forward before hesitating and looking back towards that distant moon, the girl closed the space between their hands holding onto his. Her image stopped flickering becoming solid and colourful, he could see himself in that face, the same rounded white faceplate and grey feathers but her two eyes were pink with large white pupils. Dread filled him, he recognized those eyes, he was looking at the child he would have with Stella.

The realization dawned on him, this was a prophecy, he had asked for an answer to what would happen in his future, in his marriage, with the man he loved and here it was, this child standing before him. Blitzo was gone, he glanced towards that moon again, this was his future, no matter what he did this would be the outcome, a child with Stella. He was overtaken by sadness, he dropped to his knees, tears spilling out, the child reached out to pat his cheek.

“Thank you.” Stolas whispered to the girl, she smiled before shifting back to stars and flying off once again, laughter echoing around him. After a few moments Stolas picked himself up and opened a portal back to his bedroom. There was a strange sense of harmony within himself, like the final piece of the puzzle that had been his magic was in place at last. He forced his feet to take him back to his bed, sliding in next to Blitzo he brushed a hand over his face.

They wouldn’t have much time left together before the inevitable happened. He wanted to enjoy what they could have together, make the most of it, keeping it locked away deep inside his heart just like he had years ago when he allowed these feelings to bloom.

Chapter 11: I love you (Goodbye)

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Blitzo and Stolas had a particular pattern they fell into whenever they explored a new facet of their relationship, after holding hands they never went longer than a few minutes before reaching out to hold some part of each other, kissing had been much the same way after the initial awkward period. Now sex was being met with the same fervent urgency as the months passed.

The two could not be in the same room for an hour before heat would build between them and they would end up tangled in the bed sheets, or on the chaise lounge, or against the bookshelves. Even now they were in Stolas’ office, star charts and carefully noted prophecies for Hell’s highest order of nobles scattered to the floor with Stolas bent over his desk while Blitzo stood on the chair slamming into him from behind.

Blitzo gave a particularly harsh tug on Stolas’ tail feathers, the owl cried out “I-I can’t hold out any longer Blitzy.” His head swiveled around to look at him. Blitzo had gotten used to this habit of Stolas’ over the last few weeks, no longer startling when his head careened around in a full 180°, Stolas made it clear he wanted to see Blitzo’s face while they were having sex but he also loved when they were in this position.

“Come on you can go a little longer, you stopped working too fast.” Blitzo teased, they were playing a new favorite game of Blitzo’s ‘keep working and don't worry about what I’m doing under here.’ Stolas lost this game a lot and Blitzo loved every second.

Stolas let out a whimper, trying to hold his org*sm at bay, his talons dug into the wood, deep scratches being left behind. “You cum when I say so.” Blitzo panted out. The imp was going to make him wait until he was just as close to his own climax before letting him finish

“So you like to command?” Stolas’ voice raised an octave, he had that mischievous twinkle in his eyes, the top ones closing to teasing little slits “You like being in charge hm?”

“Yeah I sure do.” Blitzo knew Stolas was trying to get a rise out of him, and he was curious to see where he would take this.

“So you’re a kinky one.” Stolas’ face turned back to face away from Blitzo, he noticed the blush that had dusted his cheeks before twisting away “Do you like it when I talk to you dirty? I want your co*ck in me, f*ck me hard Blitzo, get that slimy-” ‘slimy?’ “co*ck all the way in me! f*ck me so hard you get it all the way through me!”

Blitzo’s hips had stopped moving during Stolas' rant, he was trying no to burst out laughing, his chest was shaking and tears were forming in his eyes from the effort. He slammed a hand over his mouth as he cracked up unable to hold it back, he pulled out of Stolas “Was that your dirty talk!” Blitzo choked out.

“Yes,” Stolas turned his whole body around, his face completely pink now. He looked a bit annoyed that they had stopped. “Was it that bad?”

“All those nasty books you read and that's what you went with.” Blitzo pressed into Stolas’ chest fluff, his ribs were starting to hurt from laughing so hard, he heard Stolas’ annoyed grunt.

“See if I ever make a peep with you again.” He said with mock haughtiness, the prince halfheartedly tried to pry Blitzo from him, both knew if he really wanted Blitzo off he could easily remove him.

“Awe don’t be that way!” Blitzo looked up at Stolas from within his mess of feathers “It was adorable in a hilarious way.” Stolas wrapped his arms around Blitzo and slumped to the ground, resting his head back with a pout. Blitzo shifted higher, his arms around Stolas’ neck now he placed little kisses along the prince's face.

Stolas was clearly trying to hold back a smile “Hm I’ve not forgiven you yet.” he tapped his beak against one of Blitzo’s horns with a loud clack.

“I know a way to make it up to you.” Blitzo bit down on Stolas’ neck while his tail slipped in between his legs, the spade nudging inside, Stolas let out a low moan “You can say all the dirty sh*t you want,” Blitzo whispered to Stolas “practice makes perfect.”

Blitzo was pacing around his room, Stolas’ wedding was fast approaching, the closer it came the more melancholy the prince became, it took great effort for Blitzo to pull Stolas out from the place in his mind he kept sinking into.

He wasn’t going to let him go through with it, he was planning a way for the two to disappear together, Blitzo had been stashing away any money he’d made recently, it wasn’t much but it would get them started. He knew stealing and pawning some stuff from the palace would only draw unwanted attention. They would have to go to one of the lower rings and hide out for a while, surely a King of Hell would not give up a search easily but eventually. Eventually they had to give up.

He had a go bag packed already, stuffed under his cot, they would grab some bare minimum clothes for Stolas, anything remotely low key that the prince owned. They could use one of Stolas’ portals, avoid any cameras at the elevator, maybe jump down to Greed or Envy, somewhere they won't look first, keep moving around.

‘Could they track his magic?’ Blitzo really didn't have a deeper understanding of Goetia magic beyond what Stolas could do. They would have to risk it though, steal a car once they got somewhere, the imp had been practicing his hot wiring skills, becoming fairly confident. Stolas wouldn't love the idea of stealing but he would come around when he realized it was the only way.

Blitzo counted out his cash again, he wanted to save a little more, they still had some time. Maybe running off as close as possible to the wedding would be smarter, they might not expect it. Blitzo stashed the cash and pulled out his notes for Barbie, Fizz and his mother. He had rewritten them a few times, trying to make them as legible as possible. He hated not telling them his plan but if anyone found out about Blitzo’s involvement with the missing prince he didn’t want his family at risk. His letters were simply a goodbye, no information on where he was going or planning.

They could do this, they could run off and be together for real.

It was the night before his wedding day, Stolas was sitting on his bed, his mind was completely empty, he just stared at the wall, eyes tracing over every swoop in the crowned wallpaper pattern. The only sound was his own breath, slow and steady. Tomorrow his world would change forever, he would be a husband, he would step fully into his title and he would lose the only bit of happiness he had left.

The familiar sound of claws scraping along stone cut the silence, Stolas turned to look at the balcony as Blitzo emerged, the imp smiled brightly at him, he had a bag slung over his shoulder. “Hey Stolas.” Blitzo dashed in, pressing a quick kiss to his beak.

“Hello Blitzy.” He whispered, pressing their foreheads together.

“Don’t be so sad, I’m gonna make this better.” Blitzo was practically bouncing he was so giddy “Go pack some clothes okay?” He placed his pack on the floor, unzipping it.

“Blitzo-” He was choking on the words

“Come on, get moving, just some plain clothes then we are getting out of here.” Blitzo was pulling Stolas up from his seated position.

“Blitzo-” Tears were gathering in his eyes.

“We are going to run away Stolas, you don’t have to do this, you don’t have to get married. We can hide out for a little while and then be free to do whatever we want.” Blitzo was dragging him to the closet now “We could get a little house.”

“Blitzo-” he needed him to stop.

“And you could have a big garden, and just sit out in the sun all day taking care of your plants and read any book you want.”

“Stop it!” Stolas pulled his hand free from the imp “Blitzo we- I can’t go.”

“Sure you can, I have a plan, it's going to work. I promise.”

Stolas thought of that little girl in his prophecy, even if he left now with Blitzo she would be born one day. They would never escape that future and if Blitzo got hurt in the process he wouldn't be able to live with himself. “I’m not going with you Blitzo. I have to do this. It’s my duty.”

“No, f*ck that.” Blitzo was striding towards him, despite Stolas stepping back “f*ck duty, you don’t care about that sh*t. It doesn’t make you happy.”

“That doesn’t matter. This is what I was raised to do. It’s time-” He tried to hold back a sob “It’s time to grow up Blitzo.”

“Don’t say that, stop saying this bullsh*t.” Blitzo stalked forward until Stolas’ back hit his book shelves “We can do this Stolas, I know you want to deep down.” Stolas couldn’t look him in the eyes, Blitzo reached out to take his hand “I love you.”

Stolas broke down, a sob ripped from his throat as tears streamed down his face “We can’t-”

“I know we don’t talk about it Stolas but it's true! I love you and I know you love me too!” Blitzo stared into his eyes with so much longing, Stolas felt like a dagger was being plunged into his heart “Tell me you love me Stolas.”

Stolas tried to slow his haphazard breaths, he closed his eyes shut, he didn’t want to be here or be doing this, not ever. His legs gave out as he slid to the ground “We can’t.”

“Then tell me I’m wrong.” Blitzo was holding his face, stroking his claws through Stolas’ damp cheek feathers, waiting for his response.

“I-I love you Blitzo.” They kissed, Stolas could taste the salt from his tears that had slid onto his beak, it was fierce, like they were both pushing all of their feelings into this one gesture. Heat overcame them both in an instant, it was a terrible idea but still Stolas pulled at the buttons of his slacks and Blitzo shoved his pants down, the imp was thrusting into him a second later.

Stolas cried out as they slid further onto the floor, their love making was rushed, Blitzo found that spot inside the prince and thrusted wildly against it, their kiss never breaking as both quickly climaxed. Panting they finally pulled apart “sh*t” Blitzo looked around for something to wipe them off, rushing off to grab a cloth from the bathroom “Here clean up quickly and we’ll get going.”

Stolas wiped himself off and fixed his clothing, Blitzo had already run off and grabbed things from his closet, stuffing them into his bag “I’m still not going Blitzo.”

The imp stopped, he stared at Stolas like he has just slapped him “But- but we just-”

“I have to stay and do this Blitzo, you need to accept that.”

“So what? You’re just going to marry some girl you don’t love and where does that leave us? Do you think I’m just going to stay your secret forever?” Blitzo’s face contorted in anger, his fists clenching as his hands shook “Do you think I’m just going to hide away in your room and service your Highness after you finish pumping an heir into your wife? Cause newsflash I’m not going to do that! I’m not going to share you with someone else!”

“Of course not.” Stolas resisted the urge to reach out, he wanted to hold Blitzo, to calm him down but he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

“Then what do you think is going to happen?” Blitzo screamed out.

“We have to end this, I held no commitment to Stella during our arranged engagement but I will have to uphold my vows after I make them. We can’t keep being together.” He didn’t want to lose Blitzo for good but he knew they wouldn’t be capable of being just friends, at least not at first. Maybe after some time and space they may be able to rekindle a friendship.

“Wait no.” Blitzo’s anger faded instantly “No I don't mean it, I don’t want to end this! Please-” Blitzo tried to take Stolas’ hand but the prince pulled away “I take it back, let's be together. I don't care if you’re married, you just have to make a baby one time, then we can just go back to being us. We can just hide away here and forget all about Stella, your title and anything else we want.”

“No Blitzo.” Stolas folded his arms together, holding his hands down so he wouldn’t cave in to the touch he was desperate for “I’m sorry but we cannot do that. It wouldn’t be good for either of us.” Stolas didn’t want to lock him in a cage; he knew Blitzo would resent him one day if they did this, “I love you, I will always love you. You are my first love. You will be my only love.”

Blitzo was crying, his head shaking and he tried to cover his ears “Don’t say it.”

“We have to say goodbye.” Stolas took a deep breath ‘Just for a little while.’ He picked up Blitzo's forgotten bag and held it out to the imp “Until I see you next Blitzy.” he gave a weak smile. They would see each other again, when their hearts hurt less, he had to believe they would so he had a reason to keep going.

Blitzo ripped the bag from his outstretched hand, he stared up at Stolas, his mouth opened a few times, the owl watched a range of emotions cross his face, he thought Blitzo may yell at him again when he finally closed his eyes tight gritting his fangs. “Goodbye Stolas.”

Blitzo left the room, climbing over the railing, Stolas watched him disappear, he whispered out long after he left “Goodbye Blitzo.”

The next morning Stolas prepared for his nuptials, he wore the suit he didn’t chose but instead of the traditional boutonniere that was laid out Stolas wore the glass flower lapel pin Blitzo had given him on the night of his eighteenth birthday, the night they had fully exposed themselves to each other for the first time. They may have taken years to say they loved each other but it had always been there, hidden in every kiss and touch they shared.

Now Stolas would wear that symbol of the man he loved as he gave away the rest of himself to the role he had been created for, Prince of Hell, commander of legions and diviner of prophecies. “It’s time, your Highness.”

“Yes of course.” Stolas stepped out, taking his place at the altar, he took in a quick sweep of the room, full of the Goetia deemed acceptable to be present. The music began and Stella made her appearance, everyone standing to watch her as she passed, Stolas kept his profile to her, staring at the stained glass window beyond. The colours cast a beautiful glow as the light from the sky's pentagram passed through, it was something so simple but he was captured by the beauty.

Vaguely he noticed Stella had reached the dias, his hand was already out in offering to take hers, he couldn't feel her hand as it slipped into his, he glanced down to make sure she had even taken his but there they were hand in hand before the officiant. His gaze shifted back to the window, there were little pink flowers blooming on thorny vines that framed it. He wondered what flower they had been based on.

“We’ve gathered here today in this sacred space to join-” The priest began, the voice sounded so far away, fading into a faint hum.

‘Carnations? No, not quite right.’

“-Stolas” the sound of his name pulled his attention back for a moment “take Lady Stella to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

“I do.” his beak had moved on its own, saying the words that had to be said. ‘Perhaps cherry blossoms? But what significance would they have here?’

“And will you solemnly swear to uphold the laws of Hell and govern its people. Will you maintain and preserve inviolably the settlement of all seven rings, and the doctrine, worship, discipline, and government thereof, as by law established in Hell?”

“I will.” He responded ‘Hydrangea? No, they would be much more clustered.’

He glanced momentarily down at Stella, her attention was on the priest, he watched her mouth move, she must be answering her vows now. He looked back at the flowers ‘Oh I see it now, Sweet Briar. Of course the devil’s rose, supposedly Lucifer planted them after being cast out of heaven, it made perfect sense they would be featured here, in a place of worship to him.’ Stolas smiled to himself.

“-Husband and Wife.” As the priest said this there was a wave of clapping, the sound was far too loud, he resisted the urge to clamp down his jaw and cover his ears to drown it out. Instead he leaned down to kiss Stella, brief and light, more a tapping of beaks together than anything resembling a kiss he had experienced before.

The prince turned with Stella on his arm and the two walked out of the church, passed the demons who seemed to taunt him with fake happiness and well wishes, as if they knew this was the most miserable day of his life. A deep ache filled his chest, even his love for Blitzo would not be enough to fill it, not anymore.

One Year Later

In two different rings of Hell newspapers would run very different headlines within the same week. In Pride the announcement of Prince Stolas and Princess Stella’s heir finally being lain, a joyous occasion for those who cared about the world of nobles. In Greed the front page report was about a travelling imp circus that burned down, it was unknown how the fire started but poorly stored fireworks caused it to spread uncontrollably, there were many casualties and one confirmed death.

Chapter 12: Reunion

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Five Years Later

Blitzø glared at the robotic knock off Fizzarolli from the tent entry way, he was leaning against the balloon cart, because of course he had to man the cart despite him being absolute sh*t at making balloon animals still and having no interest in trying to improve.

‘ Just save some money and quit this f*cking sh*t job. ’ He tapped his claws against the cart, he needed to be moving, wanted to pace around and burn off this awful nervous energy he had since he’d woken up this morning. He just couldn’t shake this sense of dread something sh*tty was going to happen today, he let out a frustrated grunt and pulled out his pocket book. The outside had a piece of tape labeled ‘Gret Idaes!’ and the imp began doodling a gun firing at demons.

Blitzø fiddled with the clown nose on his face, careful not to smudge his full face makeup, he wanted to rip it off his face, it was starting to itch and it dulled his sense of smell too much. He stopped when a kid started crying so loud he thought his ears would bleed, the little demon ran away from the robo fizz who had gotten in their face.

Blitzø smirked, he wasn’t the only one who made the kids cry. The child in question ran to cower far from the crowd but relatively close to Blitzø. He sighed and leaned over to peek at them “Hey kid, want a balloon?” The round puff of grey fluff turned towards him, huge tears streaking down her cheeks and she clutched at her dress skirt.

“I’m not supposed to talk to strangers.” She turned her glowing pink eyes downwards.

“Well I’m Blitzø the clown. And you are?” He held his hand out for her to shake, she hesitated a moment before slipping closer and placing her hand in his.

“I’m Octavia.” She sniffled.

“There, now we aren’t strangers.” He could see her more clearly now that she’d stepped away from the dim area and into the sunlight, he felt a pang in his heart as he realized she wasn’t covered in fur but feathers. An avian demon, not just any avian but an owl with a white heart shaped face.

Blitzø swallowed the emotion building in the back of his throat. ‘ No, I haven't thought of him in years, not doing it now. ’ Instead he pulled out a handkerchief offering it to Octavia who giggled as she pulled and one after another came out of his sleeve never seeming to end. After she had wiped her tears Blitzø stuffed them away again “So do you want a balloon animal now?”

Ocatvia nodded eagerly.

“Okay here we go.” Blitzø blew up a long balloon, twisting it carefully, worried it would pop and scare the kid more, when he’d finished he made a classic worm horse and dropped it in her waiting hands.

She frowned at it “What is it?”

Blitzø chuffed “A horse obviously.”

“Where are its legs?”

“He ate too much sugar and had to amputate them.” Blitzø smirked, he really was very clever.

“Oh! Laminitis! My daddy taught me all about that!” She bounced from foot to foot, holding the worm horse high over her head, smiling brightly at it. He clutched at his chest, she reminded him so much of- ‘ No, no, no not even going to think his name. ’

Octavia’s gaze shifted slightly behind him, her face lit up even more “Daddy!” She ran past Blitzø who turned to watch her run off only to see Stolas, the very person he was refusing to recall, standing there. His heart dropped. The owl was kneeling down to capture the little girl in his arms, looking at the balloon animal thrust into his face.

“Thank y-” he looked up at the imp the words dying in his throat, all four crimson eyes widened with recognition “Blitzo?”

He gnashed his fangs “It’s Blitzø now, the o is silent.” he turned away from the prince.

“I-I-” Stolas stuttered before walking around to stand in front of Blitzø, he tapped Octavia on the beak “Starfire can you go back to the show, Daddy wants to catch up with an old friend.” Blitzø rolled his eyes and checked the time on his flip phone to see if he could leave for an early break without notice. The girl frowned at Stolas “Come now you love this show.” Stolas smiled at her and gave her a light nudge, she hesitantly went to stand with the other children again, staying close to the back.

“Prince Stolas?” Two hellhounds came to flank the prince who waved them off to keep an eye on Octavia instead.

Now he fully returned his attention to Blitzø “How have you been?”

“Fine.” Blitzø set to packing up his supplies.

“Since when do you work at Loo Loo Land? Why did you leave the circus?” Stolas bent lower trying to make eye contact that Blitzø refused.

“Don’t talk to me about the circus.” Stolas reached out to touch his shoulder and Blitzø pulled away from him.

Stolas made a pained sound “Okay. I should thank you for giving my daughter the balloon. It was very kind of you to do that.” He was trying anything to get a conversation going.

“It's my job.” Blitzø deflected.

“How very like you to make a worm horse. Even after all these years.” Stolas nervously chuckled, Blitzø could see his hands twisting together. “I- I tried to reach out-”

Blitzø squeezed his eyes closed ‘ Yeah still can’t do anything right, I know. ’ The thought was followed by a rush of anger, he looked back at Stolas with a smirk “So I guess congrats are in order, you managed to get your heir.” He dropped his lips to a grimace “Didn’t think you had it in you.” Blitzø sneered before shoving the cart off to the side as he stormed away from Stolas.

Blitzø quickly dashed off to a nearby bathroom, slamming the door closed as he tried to calm his breaths standing in front of a mirror he took in his reflection. The imp let out a growl, years of not seeing each other and he is here in full clown make-up looking like a chump while Stolas was in his glorious prince regalia, a stupid fur lined cape and all. He ripped off the clown nose and whipped it to the ground, he didn’t care what Stolas thought, it didn't matter anymore, he turned on the faucet and splashed water on his face letting the white foundation rinse off.

He had moved on from Stolas, he was no longer beholden to the prince, no longer a love sick teenager and he wasn’t going to let a few minutes of interaction send him back sliding to that awful place he had been in the months that followed their split. When he would drink a few too many, bitch and moan and sob about Stolas to anyone who would listen to him. That ended up being Barbie and Fizz most of the time, until they both became so busy with the embrace of stardom, their impending big deals and bright futures. Blitzø had been trying so hard to chase after people who were slipping out of reach just like Stolas, he ended up destroying everything for all of them when-

‘ Don’t think about it. ’ he gritted his fangs, holding back the tears and memories of green flames consuming the last scrap of joy that had been left in his small world. There was a reason he never f*cked around with other people, he was fine on his own. If he was ever lonely enough to need another person he could indulge in one night stands or the occasional casual hook up.

The door slammed open, Solas stepped through, he had a glare set on his face “How dare you-” He stopped short “Blitzo? What happened to your face?” Stolas reached out, a hand brushing against the white scarring that covered half his face.

Blitzø knocked it away “None of your business. Will you just leave already.”

“Blitzy-” his tone was full of pity for the man in front of him.

“Don’t f*cking call me that.” He bit out.

“Why are you being like this?” Stolas snapped.

“Me? Are you f*cking kidding?” Blitzø glared up at the prince “Why are you acting like that! You want some tear filled happy reunion! You told your- your- that girl we are old friends?” He barked out a harsh laugh “Yeah right, we haven’t been for a long time, we are nothing to each other.”

“We didn’t have to stop being friends, you made that choice too.” Stolas accused the imp, he was bent down again but the softness in his gaze was replaced with annoyance.

“My choice?!” Blitzø laughed for real this time. “Nah Your Highness, that was all you, you decided to get married and break things off with me.”

“Yes it was always my choice to get married, since I was ten years old it was what I decided .” Stolas’ voice was dripping with sarcasm as his gaze narrowed, Blitzø gave his bitchy look right back “You knew who I was the whole time, you knew what I was going to have to do.”

“You didn’t have to go so f*cking meekly!” Blitzø shouted, his heart was racing, he was stepping in closer, getting right in Stolas’ face. “You should’ve tried to push back!”

“Meekly?! You think that of me after everything we did. If I had just hung my head in resignation I never would’ve given in to what was going on between us!”

“Oh glad I could be your sexy little rebellious phase, how fun it must have been-”

“Don’t you dare belittle what we had-”

“I’ll do what I want!” Both of the men were yelling now, panting out breaths, their faces were practically touching. The room was overheating and there was a tingle in the air as magic licked up Blitzø’s spine. He shuddered from the feeling, it had been so long since he’d felt that, Stolas noted the action, the mood was shifting quickly.

Blitzø knew he needed to extract himself before he did something stupid, like grab those feathered cheeks and drag that beak in for his lips to devour, he was staring at that sharp onyx beak now, licking his lips. He heard a gasp slip out of Stolas as little white pupils tracked his forked tongue. He was helpless to pull the prince in, both grasping at the other's clothes, crashing open mouths together as their tongues found each other.

There was a frantic energy between the two as they went from clinging to each other to tugging at their own clothes, Blitzø shucking off the scratch frilly clown costume followed by his tank top, an annoying task to accomplish since the to demons didn’t want to part lips for a moment.

Stolas had let his cape drop to the ground, his vest was opened but still on, he had abandoned it to reach for Blitzø boxers, pulling them down to stroke his co*ck. Blitzø let out a hissed breath, it had been a while since his last lay, he was pent up. Stolas pulled away and gave Blitzø a soft smile, it was like they were eighteen all over again, the imp gritted his teeth, he needed to get back in charge and not let himself get swept away. He was still helplessly drawn to the prince, he could give into this one last time, tell himself it would be closure, so he grabbed Stolas head feathers, harshly pulling him down “You still remember how to suck a co*ck?” He challenged the prince.

Stolas licked his beak in response.

“I don’t know…” Blitzo was inspecting a cucumber, he noticed a couple light scratches along the skin, nothing deep like the first time he’d suggested Stolas get some practice in, it had been a few weeks since then. Stolas would occasionally present the fruit, slightly less mangled than the previous one, never letting Blitzo be around to watch when he performed on it, which was probably for the best.

The owl in question was pouting at him “You will never let me do it.”

“I’m not saying that.” Blitzo tossed the fruit away from himself, he heard it bang against a counter top as Stolas opened a portal for it to land into the kitchen. “Listen I think your beak is sexy as f*ck, and I don’t mind those sharp love bites but my dick is a lot more sensitive, you know?” They were sitting on the chaise longue, Blitzo tried to take one of Stolas’ hands but he pulled away.

“I just want you to feel good too.” Stolas frowned at the ground “I love having your tongue inside me.” Blitzo’s pants tightened uncomfortably “I want you to love my tongue wrapped around you.” Stolas brushed some feathers back that had fallen in front of his face.

“Okay, fine.” Blitzo began unzipping his torn jeans, “Let’s do it.”

“Really!” Stolas swung his body to face Blitzo and clapped his hands together, “Oh thank you Blitzo!” It was almost laughable that he was acting like letting Stolas suck his dick was some favor he was giving him, a hardship Blitzo would endure, as if he hadn’t fantasized about it after the first cucumber was handed to him. He was nervous about that beak ripping up his favorite appendage but damnit that same appendage also made his horny lizard brain say f*ck it, it’ll be worth it.

Stolas was giggling, it sounded sinister, the prince licked his beak as he slid from his seat to kneel in front of Blitzo. He brushed away the red hands, taking over as he lifted Blitzo’s shirt, leaning in to kiss and lick down his abdomen while he pulled down his pants and boxers.

He continued kissing downwards, a feathered cheek brushed against his erection, he Blitzo let out a hissed breath Stolas looked up with a soft smile. He opened his mouth then, letting his tongue hang out for a moment before turning his face down and swirling his tongue over the pointed tip.

Blitzo moaned, he saw Stolas’ top eyes narrow in glee as they remained trained on his face, he resisted the urge to tell Stolas to focus on one thing at a time. Soon the owl’s tongue was wrapping around more of his erection, his mouth following. “f*ck.” Blitzo groaned at the feeling of his hot mouth bobbing slowly lower.

He felt that beak lightly graze against the sensitive flesh as his head tipped back with a moan, he could feel Stolas’ chuckle buzzing against his dick. He nearly took all of Blitzo into his mouth, the imp had seen Stolas eat whole rodents and was very aware of the lack of a gag reflex ‘How did I get so lucky’ was a thought he had a lot about Stolas.

He looked down again to watch Stolas work his way up and down slowly as he became accustomed to the girth and length of Blitzo’s co*ck. Now Blitzo was resisting the urge to grab those head feathers and push him down faster or lift his hips to chase after the wet heat of his mouth. He needed to keep some control of himself, not overwhelm Stolas, his tail thumped faster and faster on the cushion as he got closer to release.

Stolas added his hands now, one fondled his balls while the other followed after his mouth, keeping the pressure near constant “I-I’m going to-” Blitzo pulled Stolas’ face away from his dick, he heard a rather ungraceful squawk emit from the prince as he came, trying not unload in his mouth without warning. Some shot out to land on the prince's beak. “Sorry! I’ll clean you up!” Blitzo was tugging his shirt off to use when Stolas licked the cum off.

Stolas hummed “Let me clean you up Blitzy”

Blitzø was clutching Stolas’ head feathers with both claws as he thrusted his hips at the owl's mouth, he had never once given in to this urge with Stolas in the past, always going easy on him. Stolas was moaning wildly around his co*ck now though, tears were forming in the corners of his eyes.

“f*ck, you like that don’t you?” Blitzø smirked at those narrowed top eyes that watched him, he felt Stolas try to reply “Manners prince, don’t talk with your mouthful.” Blitzø pulled back as if he was going to give him a chance to speak but shoved back in roughly.

He was close already, that pressure was building at the base of his tail where one of Stolas’ hands teased him, a talon getting playfully close to brushing against his hole. They had only ever indulged in that a few times together, while Blitzø did occasionally enjoy receiving; he wasn't relinquishing his control this time so he wrapped his tail around Stolas’ wrist and pulled his hand away.

“Should I make you swallow every last drop?” He panted out “I bet you miss the taste.” He noticed Stolas had a hand in his own pants, fingering himself as his head gave a nod. Blitzø pulled fully out of his mouth this time, gripping himself at the base to make sure he didn’t finish on accident “Turn around.”

Stolas quickly turned away, staying on his hands and knees, he leaned his face downward, as his ass pushed up in the air, tail curled upwards so Blitzø could yank his pants down and leave him fully exposed. Blitzø chuckled “Remember the first time you asked me to f*ck you like this?”

Blitzø didn’t bother stretching, instead he slammed inside the soaking cloaca “Yes!” Stolas answered him.

“You were so shy asking to try something new, could barely lift these oversized feather dusters, now look at you.” He thrusted in and out “Practically begging. I’ll bet no one else has reached you this deep, do you still like this spot?” Stolas clawed at the filthy concrete floor, he might have been saying something but was nearly incoherent. “Speak up.” Blitzø yanked his tail feathers back.

Stolas groaned “It feels so good, Blitzy!” he finally let out, his face partially turning to look back, not the full 180° he used to do, but the adoration in his eyes and light blush on his cheeks had Blitzø’s hips haltering for a moment.

“Tell me you still love me.” He hadn’t meant to say it, it just slipped out, he couldn’t undo it so he said it again this time without any tenderness “Go on tell me you still love me.” He redoubled his efforts, trusting into Stolas, now angling to slam into that spot inside even harder, he remembered like it was his own body “Say it!” Blitzø could feel tears threatening to slip out.

“I still love you Blitzy, I love you.” Stolas chanted again and again before his body clenched around Blitzø, his legs stiffened, feathers lifting a fraction before he came undone. Blitzø followed after as his co*ck was squeezed by his inner walls, he barely managed to pull out in time to avoid spilling inside.

Stolas collapsed to the floor, Blitzø was already beginning to gain some clarity now that he had org*smed and with that came anger for letting himself get pulled into Stolas’ orbit so fast, like the damn owl had bewitched him. He pulled on his boxers and clown pants, he was reaching for his tank top when he heard sniffling, he looked at Stolas to see his shoulders shuddering.

Blitzø sighed, he had certainly enjoyed rougher sex over the years, stuff rougher than what they had just done but Stolas clearly hadn’t ‘ Unless his wife is a kinky -’ he cut off his own thoughts. He grabbed the forgotten cloak and draped it over Stolas “Sit up.” He tugged at an arm, Stolas obeyed letting Blitzø guide him to lean against the wall, he tugged his pants back up awkwardly.

Tears spilled down his cheeks, he tried to cover his face as if he could hold the tears in his eyes “Take some breaths okay.” Blitzø let his tail wrap around Stolas’ waist, he placed a scarred hand on the other demon's thigh, rubbing his thumb back and forth as Stolas forced in some shaky breaths.

Blitzø didn’t have much else to offer, no cup to give him some water and no sugary snack, so he let a purr build in his chest and just watched to see if Stolas was going to go into a full on drop. He seemed to pull himself together after a few minutes, still sniffling occasionally but he wrapped his arms around Blitzø and leaned against his horn with a hum.

Blitzø immediately stopped his purring, he felt too confined in the prince's arms, he wasn’t supposed to do stuff like this anymore. He wasn’t supposed to be around Stolas. “I missed you so much.” Stolas whispered “We broke our promise.” Blitzø tried to keep the childish memory at bay, this wasn't some dumb fight and it certainly wasn’t them making up. He pushed up from Stolas’ grasp, he was stopping this right here and now, before his heart ached anymore for his former love.

Stolas hooted in surprise, blinking up at Blitzø “This was a mistake.” He watched Stolas’ face start to fall, his eyes beseeching him not to do this, but he was the one who broke them first. Blitzø turned away “You were a mistake.”

Blitzø grabbed his shirt and left the bathroom, he didn’t look back, just went to his beat up van in the employee parking lot and crawled into the bundle of blankets in the back that made up his bed. He pulled a small shoebox out from under the seat and lifted the lid to look at a dried up bouquet, a crinkled save the date card, red skull pendant and two scorched photos, one of him, Fizz and Barbie the other of his mother and Barbie. He sobbed deep into the night, until there were no tears left in his body and he passed out exhausted.

Stolas heard Octavia shout out “Mommy, Daddy!” he blinked awake, he was exhausted from their trip to Loo Loo Land, he’d had to force himself to gather his composure for his family after his altercation with Blitzo. Acting as if he hadn’t gone through an earth shattering experience of breaking his vows to sleep with his former lover and tearing his heart apart all over again.

Stolas sat up, pulled on his robe and padded over to the adjourning doorway to Stella’s room, the two had kept separate rooms for years, all pretense they would sleep together again had ended after Octavia was lain. “Octavia is calling us Stella” He called out into the darkened room.

Stella groaned “You get up.”

Stolas sighed, closing the door and headed for his daughter's room “Via what troubles you my owlette?” He watched as a lump shuffled under a purple blanket covered in stars, his daughter emerging.

“Daddy! Daddy!” She ran towards his outstretched arms “I had a dream, a really bad dream!”

Stolas couldn’t hold back the yawn, he brushed away a tear on her cheek “A nightmare.”

“I was looking all over the palace and I couldn’t find you anywhere!” She threw her arms around his neck “You weren’t there.” Her crying began anew.

“There there Via it’s okay, you're okay.” He patted her back, she had been quite distressed all day, seeming to wake up on edge. It was why he had suggested the trip to Loo Loo Land in the first place but she seemed worried at the idea of going, even saying she felt like it would be a sad day if they went. It wasn’t the first time Stolas wondered if his daughter may be more sensitive to premonitions than he ever was at her age. He carried her back to bed, summoning his grimoire.

“When you’re scared and you don’t know where I am, you must remember no matter what happens to me I will never be far away from my special little starfire.” he shuffled through pages before opening a portal above them and began to sing a lullaby.

It always seems more quiet in the dark

It always feels so stark

How silence grows under the moon

Constellations gone so soon

He floated upwards with Otavia in his arms, landing on a distant moon that overlooked a bright purple star, he walked them forward.

I used to think that I was bold

I used to think love would be fun

He closed his eyes thinking of the years he had spent with Blitzo, when he didn’t care about the consequences of falling in love. Never truly believing he would lose it.

Now all my stories have been told

Except for one

He gazed down at his daughter, his sadness melting away as she looked back at him, this was the one love he would always have in his life. She was what kept him waking up each morning, the only bit of joy in his once bright young life.

As the stars start to align

I hope you take it as a sign

That you'll be okay

Everything will be okay

They watched as an asteroid flew past them heading straight for the star that was collapsing.

And if the seven rings collapse

Although the day could be my last

You will be okay

When I'm gone, you'll be okay

Stolas sat down holding Octavia close, other celestial bodies got pulled in, the moon they were on broke apart from the force. Octavia yawned in his arms snuggling into his feathers. He returned them to her room, the portal still open to the display of a galaxy ending.

And when creation goes to die

You can find me in the sky

Upon the last day

And you will be okay

He tucked her into bed, tears had gathered in his eyes once again, this time for the swell of love and adoration he had for his bright little starfire. “Goodnight Via” he kissed her brow before heading back to his own room. He was going to put today far behind him, a blunder that would fade away in time.

Chapter 13: Deal

Chapter Text

Ten Years Later

Stolas blinked awake, he scrubbed his hands over his eyes ‘ Another day. ’ he let out groan as he sat up in bed. He went to the washroom, splashing water over his face, righting his head feathers and taking his prescription Happy Pills before pulling on his robe and stepping back into his room.

He pulled out his grimoire, flipping through the pages, constellations floated up from the pages, he barely registered their foreboding message for the near future, it wasn’t uncommon and Stolas had learned long ago to not look closely at his own future. Instead he slammed it closed, returning it to its place on his shelf, and leaving to check on Octavia.

He opened the girls room, she was snuggled into her bed, the picture of serenity while she slept. Stolas smiled, the sound of Stella’s raised voice as she spoke on the phone had him silently closing the door, wanting to let his owlette sleep longer.

Stolas joined his wife in the kitchen, barely registering her conversation until he heard his own name “It’s no picnic being married to a boring stiff like Stolas!” he glanced over, his cup of tea in hand, trying to smile and join in at the jest at his own expense. She simply turned away and he trudged over to the table opening the newspaper.

There was a large announcement within ‘Not Divorced Anniversary Party!’ his and Stella's names were under it, he frowned, having been unaware they were throwing a party today “Stella. What in Hell is this?”

“Ugh Stolas, you know I like throwing parties.” She rolled her eyes at him “Plus, it’s true. So you can come if you want.”

‘ How grand, I can attend my own anniversary party in my own home. ’ He wanted to clip back but Octavia came slinking into the room, Stella continued her loud conversation, taking her call to another part of the palace. “Good morning Starfire.” Stolas plastered a large smile on his face.

“Mhm.” Octavia barely had her eyes open, pouring a cup of coffee.

“Did you sleep well?”

“Could’ve been better.” She slumped into a chair, placing her head on the table after taking a sip.

“Hm yes, sorry darling, your mother is in high spirits today, we are having a party!” Stolas did not want to appear as anything less than a united front with his wife for his daughter's sake.

“Do I have to be there?” The teenager mumbled.

“If you don’t want to, then of course not!” He beamed at her, it was probably for the best anyways, Octavia had low tolerance for crowds just like him, and Stella did not hold back her tongue when there were drinks flowing and a never ending line of people willing to listen.

“Okay, I’ll just hang out at the mall, there is a new store I want to check out called Stylish Occult, and I want to get some new records too.” She had perked up a bit now.

“Wonderful, I’ll have some staff accompany you,” He didn't miss her eyes rolling “discreetly of course. Would you like to join me in the greenhouse this morning?” It was fast approaching noon already but no one in the family was an early riser.

Octavia smiled briefly then returned to a frown “Shouldn’t you be getting ready?”

“Oh I’m sure your mother has long since chosen our outfits and I won't take long to prepare” He waved his hand brushing off the concern “The little saplings however need some attention.”

“They are nearly full grown, dad. Hardly saplings anymore.” Still the girl was standing up, taking her coffee as she headed for the entrance, looking back expectantly at Stolas.

He smiled at his own little sapling, nearly grown herself now, getting up to walk with her to the greenhouse. Stella would surely have words for him when she saw the two of them covered in dirt and not at all ready to receive guests but that was a problem for later.

“No! Stolas is terrible in bed!” Stella was laughing with two avian demons, grabbing a second drink so both hands were holding wine “I swear to f*ck he just lays there staring at the wall, and I have to do everything. It’s embarrassing!” She sighed and smiled as she continued “I’m glad one egg fell out of me so I could stop pretending to want to f*ck his scrawny twig ass!”

The trio laughed merrily, Stolas snarled when they stepped away from him, Stella tossing back “What a pathetic f*cking man.” It was one of her go to stories, telling everyone how terrible he was in bed. They hadn’t even made an attempt in fifteen years, neither seeing the point. They had their heir, King Paimon was satisfied upon inspection of Octavia shortly after she hatched and her feathers grew in. His acceptance was enough for the two to end the charade that was their sex life.

It was going to be a very long day again, he wanted to sneak away but Stella would notice eventually and he did not want another lecture on propriety and expectations. He looked to one of the imp servers “Do you have anything stronger than this?” He asked, swirling the wine.

“We have absinth, your Highness.”

Excellent, that would be strong enough to dull the senses a bit “Bring me all of it” He snatched the skewered rats from the serving tray and swallowed them down. When a different server arrived he poured a shot, Stolas took the bottle instead, taking a long swig.

“Stolas, Sir!” He sputtered, choking on the burning alcohol, two hellhound guards were holding Blitzo in front of him “We caught this nasty imp trying to sneak into your chambers.”

Blitzo gave a shaky smile “Into my chambers, really?” It had been well over a decade and a half since Blitzo had snuck into his room, “Oh well that is concerning.” what could’ve suddenly brought this on after their last run in, he resented the curiosity building inside “Leave him to me. I will handle him, accordingly.”

The guards dropped Blitzo unceremoniously to the ground, he looked like he was biting back a remark before taking in Stolas quickly. The prince had his mask on already, not about to let Blitzo read him “Follow me, imp.”

Stolas set off, he heard murmurs and laughs from the crowd and the annoyed huff Blitzo gave as he begrudgingly followed after. Stolas gave into the urge to turn his head back once, he caught Blitzo taking in the family portraits as they passed ‘ What would he think of the life I lived without him? ’ he wondered if he would know it was mostly hollow.

“Look, I-I didn’t mean to interrupt, you’re whatever party...” Blitzo stammered, his hands and tail lashing about nervously “I was just trying to-”

“Don’t bother with excuses” Stolas reached his bedroom door “I know why you are here.” he didn’t actually but he wasn’t interested in hearing lies spill out of his mouth. His annoyance was building.

“You do.” Blitzo had the grace to sound guilty, Stolas opened the door, allowing Blitzo to walk in before he slammed the door closed.

“Oh yes, you were here to ravish me weren’t you?” Stolas let the sarcasm flow as he dramatically leaned against the door. Blitzo gave him a confused look, almost taking him seriously “Why else would you be breaking into my room hm?” Stolas stepped forward bending at the waist and frowning at the imp.

“Yeah well, you know I figured I could scale the walls and slip on in like old times.” Blitzo decided to ignore obvious ire and lean into Stolas’ quip “Easier than going through the f*cking staff.” he muttered.

“One might think you may be here for nefarious reasons.” Stolas leaned away “You are sneaking in during the cover of night.” He watched for Blitzo’s reaction, seeing if he was getting closer to the true purpose of his sudden return. He noticed Blitzo’s eyes darting past him a few times, only the bookshelves were behind him.

“Well I wanted to crash the party and it’s always more fun to make an entrance.” Blitzo was the epitome of nonchalance right now.

Stolas' eyes narrowed, he was getting tired of this game “Oh I remember how you liked making an entrance Blitzo.”

“It’s Blitzø now.” He growled “Remember?”

“Blitzø. Why are you here?” He crossed his arms, looking down his beak at his former friend “Don’t lie to me.”

Blitzø sighed “I need to borrow your spell book.” He tilted his chin towards the bookcase.

He came here to steal from him, anger bubbled up inside the prince, unseen magic lashing around the air “Borrow my grimoire? You show up unannounced after ten years!” He stalked forward “After calling me a mistake ! And think I will just let you waltz away with my f*cking grimoire !”

“Listen I have a new business, I need to get up to the sinners world.” Blitzø began explaining

“Oh of course.” Stolas brushed past him.

“It’s important Stolas, I really do need it for work!” Blitzø was half turned towards Stolas, he kept looking back at the grimoire.

“I don’t care!” He pulled off his cape and top hat, tossing them on the bed, he was overheating from his anger, magic pulsing uncontrollably under his feathers. He looked back at Blitzø, the imps tail reaching up to grab the book “Don’t you dare.”

“I have people counting on me, Stolas.” The book came tumbling down, Blitzø turned to catch it in his arms but Stolas used his magic to summon it to him instead. “Why are you being a dick about this?” Blitzø snatched at it midair, hanging off the book as it continued over to Stolas. “Let me borrow it, it's the least you can do.”

He wasn’t going to let the memories of their last meeting cloud his mind, as if he owed Blitzø a debt after that day. Stolas grabbed one end and shook the book, trying to dislodge the imp, Blitzø used his weight to yank dowards taking the book with him “What purpose do you have going on earth anyways?” Stolas tried to grab for his book but Blitzø dodged his attempt.

“Murdering people.” Stolas tried to summon his book again, Blitzø yanked so hard it went sliding under the bed.

“What!” Stolas was too caught off guard to care that Blitzø was diving under the bed frame.

“Yeah, I kill people now.” Blitzø rolled out the book clutched to his chest “Sinners pay me for revenge.”

“That's ludacris, Blitzø you could get in a lot of trouble if you get caught.” It shouldn’t be any of his business what dumb dangerous sh*t Blitzø wanted to get into, still he couldn’t help but be concerned for him. Which only managed to piss him off more.

“Then let me take this so I can do it easier.” Blitzø waved the book around.

“No, enough of this Blitzø!” No more playing around, he was going to send him out of here and make sure he locked all the doors with a spell to keep him out.

“I’m not leaving without this.” Blitzø’s voice had an edge of desperation to it, he pushed Stolas back when he approached to physically remove the grimoire from his clutches, he landed back on the bed, the imp on top both holding on to the book.

“Blitzø!” The two grappled with the book once again, Stolas sat up causing Blitzø to lose his balance when his grip loosened Stolas yanked it free. He heard a hiss tear out of Blitzø before he chomped down hard at Stolas’ neck “Ah! Oh my! f*ck !” Stolas was a bit ashamed of the immediate reaction he had to the action, his thighs rubbing together as heat flooded him, dropping the book on the floor, momentarily forgotten.

Blitzø was panicking, he did not think this through at all in the least, he just knew scrounging around Hell for unattended portals into the human world and hoping to quickly find and kill their target was not sustainable. He knew another way there and hoped he could slip in nab the book, copy whatever spell Stolas had used and then return it with the prince being none the wiser.

Instead he failed abysmally, he wasn’t sure what was going to happen when Stolas had brought him back to his room, nothing had seemed to change, no extra feminine touches that suggested his wife was settled in here.

He had to admit it was fun bantering with Stolas again, especially since the prince looked like his head would burst from annoyance at any moment. Now they were tussling around in the bed, his body was reacting against his wishes, that familiar smell of lavender surrounding him, the feeling of Stolas’ frame under his grip, when he bit down on his neck it was not meant to be sexual but dammit he loved the moan it elicited from Stolas.

“What are we doing Blitzø!” Stolas seemed to be getting swept up in the shifting energy between them, just like at Loo Loo Land a decade ago, if he was being honest just like they always did every time they were together.

Blitzø could work with this “Stay down.” He ripped the curtain’s hanging around the bed, tying a blindfold around Stolas’ eyes, Stolas' breaths became frantic as Blitzø started tying his arms and feet to the bedposts next.

“Oh Blitzø! I’ve craved this passion for so long!” Stolas was letting his mouth run wild, unaware that Blitzø had already abandoned the bed “It's always been you, I’m so thankful you still want me after all this time too! My first friend, my first love!”

Blitzø had the book in hand and was headed for the balcony, he hesitated as Stolas said those words though. He couldn’t deny he wanted to stay back with Stolas, wanted to give in to the temptation, it was a terrible idea, worse than the idea to steal from the prince in the first place.

But it had been a while, he could screw Stolas and take the book after, it’s not like he retaliated after the last time. It sounded like a very logical plan and not at all his erection taking control of his thought process as he watched Stolas squirm in the binds, he had imagined Stolas all tied up a few times when they were younger. “I can do this real quick” he muttered as he placed the book down and crawled back on the bed.

Blitzø situated himself in between Stolas’ legs, he glanced at the binds on his feet “Is it too tight?” Stolas was strong enough to rip through the binding, but still it didn’t need to be uncomfortable that he would feel the need to.

“No.” Stolas’ talons opened and closed, then he twisted his wrists “It feels good.” he whispered.

That went straight to his co*ck, painfully pressing against his zipper. He took a breath then grazed a claw against the juncture of Stolas’ thighs, already so wet there was a damp spot forming on the fabric. “We are going to use the colour system okay?” He watched Stolas frown slightly “Green for go, yellow to slow down and red to stop. Don’t be afraid to call it out.” The prince nodded.

“Good boy.” Blitzø smirked at the flush and began to rub his hand against his core, cupping it “You’re so wet already, you always were a slu*t for me weren’t you?” Stolas’ gasp turned into a moan “Colour?”

“G-green”

Good he was hoping Stolas would like a little degradation mixed in with praise, he ripped at the buttons of his trousers, letting them pop off, then tearing the pants seam to give him access “You didn’t like these right?” Stolas was withering in the bindings, Blitzø looked down at exposed drench feathers, he debated shoving in and getting off quickly but he wanted a taste, it had been so long.

Blitzø leaned down and swept his tongue over his onyx lips, groaning at the delicious mixture of magic and flowers, it was better than he remembered. He pressed inside now, flicking against the spot that drove Stolas wild, nuzzling his face to rub against the outer nerves too.

“Oh yes Blitzø! Yes, more!” Blitzø added a single claw, surprised how tightly he was sheathed around the digit despite the arousal.

Blitzø pulled back enough to say “What’s this Stolas, you stop taking care of yourself? Do you still play with yourself every night?” Stolas flushed, shoving his hips upwards to force Blitzø’s face to touch him. Blitzø leaned back using his tail to smack Stolas on his thigh “Don’t be greedy, I asked you a question.”

“Not every night.” Stolas gritted out, Blitzø reinstated his claw after receiving the response.

“You have any toys hidden away?” Stolas nodded shyly, Blitzø had the urge to leave the owl all tied up and take his sweet time searching for what he used to get off, instead he returned his tongue to its earlier ministrations ‘ maybe next time ’ he halted at the thought. This was not going to be a repeat thing, he was not going to get wrapped up in Stolas again, just enjoy a good lay and snatch the book.

Stolas was fast approaching his peak, Blitzø watched for the tell tale sign of shaking legs and pulled back before he tipped fully over, it earned him a frustrated hoot. Blitzø chuckled and climbed up his torso to grip his feathered cheeks “My turn birdy, open wide” Stolas jaw slackened, Blitzø kneeled on his shoulders and slipped his co*ck into the waiting mouth, feeling his long tongue wrap around him.

He thrusted into Stolas’ mouth a few times, Blitzø let his tail spade trace slowly down his stomach until it reached his slick hole “Snap your fingers once if you need me to stop okay?” Stolas hummed his response “Give me one now so I know you understand” Stolas second hum felt more annoyed “Just do it brat” Blitzø used his tail to spank him again. Finally Stolas snapped once “There you go.” Blitzø thrust his spade inside, matching the pace of his hips, picking up speed. He f*cked Stolas mouth deeply, his tongue was stroking eagerly as his cheeks hollowed out to suck hard “If you swallow every last drop I’ll let you cum” Stolas whined, he tried to clamp his legs around Blitzø’s tail but was unable to “I’m so f*cking close.”

He lifted the blindfold off the prince's face, his four eyes were half-lidded and casting their red glow onto him, Blitzø caressed underneath one of them before grabbing some of his head feathers to tilt his face back as he came. Stolas’ eyes slipped closed for a moment, relishing in the taste as he swallowed it down with Blitzø still inside, feeling the throat constrict around him milking out every last drop.

Blitzø pulled out of his mouth “f*ck, you did so good.” Still straddling his chest he leaned a hand back to circle around the nub at the apex of his cloaca, his tail continued to thrust in, going deeper to flick against that special spot “Go ahead and cum” Stolas moaned as he did just that. When he came down from the org*sm Blitzø started untying all the bindings, rubbing at skin briefly before moving onto the next.

“Done so soon?” Stolas was laying there boneless, a seductive smile on his face “I was enjoying it Blitz-” Stolas reached for his face trying to pull him in.

“I know, you are a needy slu*t, you’re going to enjoy this too.” Blitzø cut him off before he used his nickname again. He flipped Stolas around, getting him on his hands and knees, Stolas’ tail was down so Blitzø pushed it to the side, he slipped two claws in to see if he was good to go, satisfied his tail spade had stretched him enough he slammed his co*ck inside to the hilt with a groan.

He set a quick pace, hitting deep inside Stolas, ready to give him a second org*sm and reach his own quickly. Blitzø’s hips were snapping against Stolas harder and harder, he could feel pressure building at the base of his tail, getting so close. Stolas was much quieter than he was a few minutes ago. Blitzø gave him a slap on the ass “What happened to all those moans huh? I know you f*cking love this.” He bent over Stolas and bit his hip.

Still Stolas was quiet, his head was buried in a pillow, his shoulders shook a bit. “Colour?”

Stolas hesitated “Yellow.” he whispered. Blitzø stopped “No, nevermind, it's fine keep going!” Stolas chirped louder now.

“Tell me what it is?” Blitzø pulled out staring down at the back of Stolas head, he hadn’t expected a yellow from this pretty standard position they used to use all the time… the memory of Loo Loo Land crossed his mind. “sh*t.” he flipped Stolas onto his back again, the prince covered his face with his arms.

Blitzø crawled up and pulled his arms down, Stolas tried to turn his face away, an apology was on the tip of his tongue, but Blitzø held it back. Instead he cupped Stolas face leaned in and kissed him. Stolas was slow to return the kiss but he did, they wrapped their tongues around each other in a familiar dance. Stolas' hands wrapped around Blitzø’s back, caressing all the places he used to when he tried to elicit a purr from the imp, again Blitzø held back.

Soon Stolas losing himself to the kiss, his hips raising to grind against Blitzø, the imp lay between them again and slowly pressed in, both the demons sighed. Stolas leaned up to reconnect their lips, continuing to kiss as they slowly grinded into each other, building up to a release without any rush. Blitzø's heart was racing more than earlier, Stolas moaned into his mouth “Blitzy.”

It was too much, they were being too intimate, Blitzø did not do this kind of stuff anymore, it was more like making love than enjoying a good f*cking. Still he pressed his lips back against the beak after his own responded groan “Stol.” They both peaked at the same time pulling lips apart for their collective moans but maintained eye contact, he saw the little white hearts swirl in Stolas eyes.

His hand reached out to cup the princes cheek, Stolas smiled as he nuzzled his palm before they leaned in and kissed slowly once more until Blitzø finally collapsed on top of Stolas, emotionally and physically exhausted, he vaguely recalled a blanket being pulled over top of his body as he drifted off to sleep in a plume of feathers.

Stolas slowly stirred awake from a relaxed sleep, keeping his eyes closed still, he hadn't slept so well in years. He forgot how much he enjoyed having someone to snuggle with, he and Stella kept separate rooms and Octavia had long since stopped waking from bad dreams and asking to sleep in his bed so he could chase the nightmares away. It had been a long time since he’d felt that comfort.

It wasn’t just any physical connection he missed though, it was Blitzø. He had spent so many years of his life keeping that part of himself pushed down, Blitzø had called him meek once, perhaps he had been right. Stolas did not want to lose this natural magnetic pull they had to each other. The all consuming fire that burned when they were together.

He wasn’t a child anymore, he’d done what he was supposed to do, had given away parts of himself he will never truly get back. Did he not deserve to reach out for happiness again? Surely Blitzø felt the same way, they always managed to find each other despite where life brought them.

His hand reached out to pull the imp close but was met with an empty warm spot on the bed where Blitzø had been. “Blitzy?” Stolas opened his eyes to search for the imp. He heard the sound of crashing, glassware breaking and shocked gasps, Stolas sat up.

“Sorry I f*cked your husband!” Stolas pulled on his robe and dashed out, looking over the railing, cake had been splattered all over Stella and her two guests, Blitzø was taking off with the grimoire under his arm.

“What. The. f*ck ! Was that Stolas !” Stella slammed her glass of champagne on the ground.

“That was the sound of a f*cking divorce !” Stolas laughed maniacally, tearing the offensive ‘Not Divorced’ banner, he was well and truly done with this sham marriage, the Ars Goetia would simply have to get over it, they had got what they wanted. Now Stolas was going after what he wanted.

It was a difficult month since Blitzø had taken off with the grimoire. Stolas’ outburst was being met with a mixture of rage and ignorance from Stella, she constantly sneered at him, threw his things and the staff, insulting him for choosing an imp as a bedfellow. Octavia was not blind to what was happening, Stolas had wanted to keep the more indiscreet details from his daughter but Stella would not allow him that request, or his requested divorce.

Coupling with the lack of Blitzø returning, Stolas was feeling more isolated than before. He slumped back in his bath, he felt so drained. He continued to perform his duties but without the grimoire to act as a focus for his magic it felt duller and it was getting more difficult to do his work. It was also an inconvenience not having access to spells he did not have fully memorised.

He just needed a recharge, he tried using other focuses, precious gems and herbal remedies, even now he had made a special bath blend to soak in but it wasn’t enough. He felt like he was missing a limb without the grimoire, and worse he could sense exactly where it was in Hell, occasionally at first it seemed to disappear completely from his radar then return, he could only assume Blitzø had been slipping off to Earth in those moments.

Right now the book was safely in Hell and Stolas decided it was time to confront Blitzø, clearly he wasn’t planning on coming back and Stolas needed to do something, he was sticking to his decision to go after what he wanted with Blitzø. They could rekindle what was between them again. Properly this time.

Stolas dressed in his usual fanfare, red waistcoat, fur lined cloak and top hat. Most of his wardrobe had been removed when Stella moved in, anytime he’d purchased something new for himself it was promptly removed. He allowed it with his own wardrobe but did put his foot down when he’d caught Stella directing staff to remove some of Octavia’s. She’d huffed about Stolas’ passing down his morbid sense of fashion but had turned her ire towards his carnivorous plants instead.

“I’m popping out for a bit, Starfire.” Stolas pulled one of Octavia's earbuds out, placing a kiss on her forehead “Do you need anything while I’m out?”

“Therapy.” She deadpanned, stuffing the bud back in and turning up her music so loud he could hear the base pulsing. Stolas laughed nervously.

“Excellent one my owlette!” He patted her head before opening a portal and sweeping out. Stolas glanced around the rough neighborhood he was standing in, he summarised he was in Imp City, he may not have spent a lot of time here personally but they had driven through from time to time.

Graffiti marred the brick buildings, trash littered the streets and there was a bit of a burning smell hanging in the air. He tried not to make a face but did wonder if he should’ve dressed more casually. Not that many would willingly cross paths and risk the ire of an Ars Goetia. Finally his gaze landed on the building that was pulling all his focus, it sported large black and white imp horns reaching out from the sides, it seemed to be an office building.

Stolas looked over the various businesses listed on the directory inside, he felt his magic surge when he read ‘I.M.P’ that must be where Blitzø was with the grimoire, he quickly took the elevator to the correct floor and entered into the office.

There was a receptionist desk with a bored hellhound relaxing while reading a magazine, she did not look up or acknowledge Stolas when he entered. “Excuse me, I am looking for Blitzø.” He asked, the girl glanced up momentarily.

“Blitzø!” She shouted, she gave a curious sniff of the air before returning to her reading material.

“Can you please not shout in front of clients, Loona.” A different imp slipped through a door at the end of the hall, he was shorter, wearing a snazzy suit and large red bow tie, his white hair was primly styled. “How can I help you-” He stopped when taking in the prince, he clearly recognized that Stolas was a royal Goetia.

“I need to speak with Blitzø. Could you tell him Prince Stolas is here.” He found it a terrible habit to use his title when requesting an audience, it had been ingrained into him despite his desire to make this a more casual drop in.

“Yes, of course your Highness!” He quickly scampered off to another door, Stolas noticed Blitzo had been painted on the frosted glass, the ‘o’ hastily painted over in a different colour. Another imp came out from the previous doorway.

“Hiya!” She quickly approached Stolas with an outstretched hand, she was dressed far more casually in torn pants “Name’s Mildred Knolastname, but everyone calls me Millie.” Stolas shook her hand “That's Loona” She pointed to the hellhound who gave them both a middle finger “And that handsome imp from before was my husband, Moxxie.”

“It’s lovely to meet you, Mildred.” She didn’t balk at him not using the informal name she had offered. He was a bit distracted looking back at Blitzø’s office, he could hear some of what was being said from outside.

“Did he look pissed?” Blitzø was clearly agitated.

“No, why? Should he?” there was a pause “Sir, please tell me you didn’t-”

“Would you like somethin’ to drink?” Milldred asked him, interrupting his eavesdropping.

“Oh, some tea would be lovely.” She directed him to a couch, the cushions were a bit lumpy but he sat with grace, crossing one leg over the other, unable to stop the nervous bouncing.

“Tell him I’m not here!” Blitzø’s voice was rising.

“What are you, a child?!” Moxxie snapped back.

“How do you know the boss?” Mildred held out a mug with the inscription ‘Murder. Cause meditation is boring.’ he took it with a thank you, not even bothering to drink any.

“We go back.” Stolas hedged, he heard a snort come from the hellhound, she muttered something under her breath but he didn’t catch it, Mildred might have with the way she giggled.

“I’m very sorry your Highness but- uh- Blitzø is out at a very important lunch meeting and won't be back today.” Moxxie exited the office offering an obvious lie without much conviction.

Stolas deflated a bit “Yes of course, can’t be helped can it.” He stood up debating walking into the room and snagging his grimoire back but the fact that Blitzø was making it evident he was unwanted hurt him. Perhaps he had misread their night together after all. He started to leave when a tail wrapped around his forearm, he looked down to see Mildred holding up a scrap of paper.

She waved him down, when he got closer she whispered “Give him a call, I’m sure he is just a little nervous” she gave Stolas a wink slipping the paper into his hand “Have a good day!” Stolas was promptly nudged out the door and left in the empty hallway, he glanced down at the phone number he had been given, he immediately pulled out his phone and added the new contact ‘Blitzy ♥’ it wasn’t a complete lost cause after all.

Stolas lounged in his bath staring at his contact list, he had tried to call from his cell phone a few times but right before he hit the call button he would get scared, put his phone down and walk away. He debated sending a text but the thought of being left on read was just as stressful.

He decided to get comfortable before making the leap and reaching out to Blitzø, thus he was enjoying a bubble bath, the corded antique house phone resting on a table beside him. He felt atmospheric with the blue flamed candles lighting the room, bolstering a sense of calm confidence he did not feel in the slightest. He took a breath and dialed Blitzø’s number.

The phone rang a few times before Blitzø answered “What!” came a whispered shout.

“Hello Blitzø.” Stolas tried to mask his nerves with faux bravado, his tone coming off flirtatious. It was always so natural being that way together.

“Stolas? This is a really bad time!” Blitzø was clearly annoyed, but maintained a whisper.

The poor lie of a late lunch meeting was still a fresh wound on Stolas’ ego but he pushed through it “Oh, when isn’t it a bad time Blitzy?” He glanced at some floating bubbles, noticing one of them was showing him Blitzø on the phone, he had unintentionally conjured the image.

Blitzø scoffed “What is it you want?” Stolas popped the bubble, he might lose his nerve again if he could see the frustration on Blitzø’s face while taking this call.

“I’ve been meaning to follow up on our last conversation regarding my grimoire.” He may have been hedging a bit, he really wanted to talk about their night together and potential future but he wanted to convince Blitzø to speak face to face about that. Although he did need to reconnect with the grimoire too so it wasn’t a true deception.

“Yeah well apparently the damn spell doesn’t do jacksh*t without it. So per our last convo I need it.” Blitzø huffed, he sounded like he was running.

Stolas didn’t know how to gently explain that imps did not have a magical affinity and so simply writing the spell down on a piece of paper and using the incantation would not work for him, the book was tapping into Stolas’ power every time they used it. The prince had only realized this when his powers felt less drained on the weekend when I.M.P must be closed “It is my book Blitzø. I was given it to do my job. I have allowed you to use it to do yours but I cannot go without forever.”

There was the sound of a gunshot in the background. “sh*t!” There was more rustling and the sound of crunching leaves “Allowed my ass, I got it fair and square.” Blitzø spat back.

“Is everything alright?” Stolas debated summoning his image in the bubble again.

“f*cking peachy, feathers.”

Stolas flushed, it was a new pet name from Blitzø “Listen you have been accessing the mortal world illegally for some time now obviously but I really do need the book back, I was thinking we could meet in person, perhaps when you get done your work?”

“I can’t give it back, Stolas. Aren’t you powerful, can’t you do your job without a dusty old book?” Blitzø quipped.

“I have certain duties I cannot fulfill without it, Blitzy.” Stolas was trying not to get annoyed at Blitzø’s adamant refusal to return his stolen property.

“So some fancy f*cking Nobels wont know if their going to stub their toes in the next week. Big f*cking deal.” There was a familiar sound of claws digging into a tree. Blitzø was getting slightly out of breath.

“I do more than that Blitzø.”

“Sure, listen, my work is important, if I can’t get the job done then my employees won't be able to put food on their tables or keep a roof over their heads!”

Stolas wanted to snap that his work was important too but he could see his point, he did like the small Mildred girl, he would feel guilty if he caused them direct hardship “Well what if we worked out some kind of exchange? Favors for favours?” Perhaps he could hire Blitzø’s company for some work, they would get to spend time together then, and he could still occasionally have the grimoire back.

“I’m trying to concentrate on not getting f*cked in my A right now Stolas!” There were more gun shots in the background.

“Then let's make it clear, tonight come over and we can work out the details.”

“Fine, whatever!” Blitzø growled.

“Oh wonderful, I cannot wait to see you tonight Blitzø! I’ll have some refreshments prepared for us, perhaps a bottle of wine? Would you prefer something else? Oh I’ve grown some juicy strawberries, I can pluck a few out and we can enjoy them” Stolas continued to detail his plans for the evening, despite receiving silence from Blitzø. Eventually he gave his goodbye assuming Blitzø was distracted and set off to prepare for their evening together.

“Satan dammit Moxxie!” Blitzø was still reeling from the colossal f*ck up that happened on the mission, that and the phone call with Stolas. Of course he’d gotten his number, probably paid some private detective to dig up his info and now he was demanding his book back.

“Com’on B give ‘em a break.” Millie was stitching up his arm, when he continued to yell at her husband her stitching got more sharp and painful until he chilled out.

“It’s fine Millie, I know what he is really mad about.” Mox tossed Blitzø’s forgotten phone into his hand, “I heard Prince Stolas going on about your evening plans.”

Millie whistled excitedly “Oh B, you about to be wined and dined?!”

Blitzø rolled his eyes while tugging his arm free, he wrapped his own bandage “I’m not going.”

“Sir.” Moxie sighed.

“He’s just trying to get the book back.”

“Well, of course, it is his property.” Moxie massaged his temples “Which I still can’t believe you stole from a Prince of Hell, you know you can talk to us first before making insane decisions.”

“Listen I know Stolas well enough, he is never going to bust down that door and take the book back. We need it, we got it, nothing's going to happen. Stolas is a lover not a fighter.”

“Gross!” Loona crushed a can of pop and threw the trash at Blitzø’s head.

“Sorry Loonie!” He called out to his daughter as she exited the room, she had known what he’d gotten up to when he got back from Stolas’ that morning a little over a month ago. At first she scrunched her nose up cursing him out for not showering before he came home reeking of sex and then cussed him out more when he showed her the book.

Although that did give him an idea, Stolas had said something about favors for favors after all. Blitzø felt a grin tug at his lips “Oh no, please don’t get any more dumb ideas Sir.”

“Too late!” Blitzø slapped him on the back “I gotta get cleaned up, let's get outta here” he twirled his van keys on one claw, stuffing the grimoire under his injured arm, signalling for everyone to exit the building and pile into the vehicle.

He dropped off M&M then brought him and Loona back to their apartment, he took a quick shower, careful to keep his bandage dry, he yanked on a fresher shirt and eyed the rip in his jacket. Blitzø stepped out of the bathroom, noticing Loona had opted to lean against the kitchen counter instead of retreating to her room.

“You seen the sewing kit around?” Blitzø started going through the copious junk draws that made up the kitchen. Loona just watched silently, he finally found it and started fixing up the sleeve.

“What are you planning here Blitzø?” Loona asked.

“Going to make a deal to keep business going as usual.”

“A deal. With an Ars Goetia?” Loona walked over to him grabbing his shoulder “Do you hear yourself? That's the worst thing you could do.”

“It’ll be fine, I have a-”

“Plan. Yeah I’ve heard that before.” Blitzø frowned “Don’t do something you can’t undo Da- Blitzø.” Loona went to the fridge, pulled out a beer and slumped on the couch that was also Blitzø’s bed.

“It’ll be fine Loonie, I’ll be safe!” Blitzø tried to give her a goodbye hug but was promptly rejected with a light shove.

“Nasty, I do not need that mental image.” she flicked through TV channels while simultaneously scrolling her sinstagram on her phone. Blitzø called out a final goodbye before hopping into his van and heading for the palace.

He pulled in through the gates, they had been left open in anticipation of his arrival, he parked the van in front of the main entrance. Blitzø pulled a cigarette out of the glove box, lighting up and taking a drag while contemplating how to approach this. Literally how to approach the palace, did he knock on the front door? Walk in unannounced? Scale the wall? ‘ Decisions, decisions ’ Blitzø blew out the smoke and tapped his chin ‘ Stolas always was a romantic. ’ He smirked, getting out of the van and taking the old familiar path through the gardens around the back of the palace, he stretched a little before making the climb up to the balcony.

He groaned a little after scurrying over the railing ‘ I am not a teenager anymore ’ he took a second to catch his breath before pushing open the stained glass doors, he honestly expected to see Stolas lounging about in the room but found it completely empty and dark.

At first he laid out on the bed, he certainly missed this comfy mattress, then decided he may be laying it on a little thick and moved to the chaise lounge, trying to find a relaxed position that said ‘ you could take your book back or you could get distracted by this hot bod ’ after sometime of Stolas not showing up Blitzø got up and paced around, checked the time on his phone twice, then pissed off that he was apparently being stood up he snatched the book and yanked the door open to the hallway.

He stomped down the grand staircase, making sure to be extra loud so the wifey would hear, she could bitch Stolas out while Blitzø took off to some bar and tied one off.

“Excuse me sir but that is not the front door.” Blitzø glanced down to see a spiffed up imp glaring at him, his white hair was kept relatively short, his horns pointed straight up near the centre of his head and he was wearing a staff uniform, complete with a tail cuff.

“Gee thanks.” Blitzø rolled his eyes.

“His Highness has been waiting patiently in the parlour for your arrival.” His tone was dripping with disdain. “I should have known you would choose to be so informal .”

“Excuse me? Do I even know you?” Blitzø was not above smacking around another imp.

“Of course not, but I remember you.” His gaze narrowed. “It’s been a long time since your last visit to the palace.”

“Huh? It was like a month ago.” Figured the staff was gossiping about his late night rendezvous with the prince, his exit was by no means graceful or silent.

“I was referring to the one before then, over fifteen years ago.”

Blitzø took a step back, they had kept things secret then, they never wandered the halls flaunting their relationship, never could risk it getting spread around the staff and back to Paimon. “How?”

The imp rolled his eyes and sighed “Did you two think you were discreet? Sneaking around the palace in glowing portals, watching movies all hours of the night. You were hardly quiet,” He gave one more disgusted once over of Blitzø “It only got louder the older you two got.”

Blitzø smirked “Awe, were you jealous cupcake?”

He had to give him props, the imp did not even bat an eye at the snark “Would you like an escort to the parlour?” He returned to complete professionalism.

Blitzø shrugged “Sure why not.” He followed after the imp, he wasn’t led too far into the palace, just down a main hall to a wide set of double doors. The imp held up a hand for Blitzø to wait as he pushed open one of the doors.

“Prince Stolas, your guest has arrived.” He made a sweeping bow as Blitzø passed, it made him uncomfortable to have another imp do that but he was pissed off from the earlier interaction still so he gave a smug smile and finger guns as he passed.

“Hey Stolas.” Blitzø sauntered into the room, Stolas stood up from the plush couch, his legs knocking into the coffee table, there was a bottle of wine sitting in an ice bucket that was mostly water, a tiered tray of fruits including strawberries, grapes and cherries. Another tray of meats and cheeses and finally some desserts.

“Oh! Hello Blitzy! I’m so glad you decided to come over.” Stolas was nervously running a hand through his head feathers “Thank you Pringles, that will be all.” The imp bowed and left the room.

Blitzø tried not to laugh at the name, instead he wandered over to the table, he popped a strawberry into his mouth, “Mhm didn’t have much of a choice did I?” He sat on a chair opposite Stolas.

Stolas took his seat “May I?” He reached out for his grimoire, Blitzø tossed it over to the owl who scrambled to not drop it. Blitzø looked him over, he seemed… worn down. His feathers were in need of a good preening, not that Blitzø was going to offer to help, and he clearly was piling on makeup to try and hide the bags under his eyes. Still he perked up as he held the book, purple magic swirled around him as he flipped through some pages. “Thank you.” he sighed.

“How long do you need it?” Blitzø was cutting to the chase. He wasn’t going to hang around and have a dinner date, feeding each other fruits, get in, make his deal to keep the book then get out.

“Well I need it only for a moment right now, but I do have spells to cast occasionally that would require its presence. Is it possible you could borrow it on alternating weeks?”

“No f*cking way, I have a business to run.” Stolas frowned at him, sh*t okay, gotta remember the plan, he needed the book and Stolas off his back about it, time to make his… proposition. He got up and walked over to Stolas, letting his hips sway a little more than needed, smiling when Stolas immediately tracked the motion. “How about I keep it all the time, and bring it over… let's say once a month?”

“That's not very often.” Stolas was clearly not distracted enough yet so Blitzø climbed onto the couch, pushing him back against the arm rest to crawl between his very long, very sexy legs. Satan, he loved having those legs wrapped around his waist. ‘ Focus dickhe*d. ’

“You said you wanted favors for favors, I could make it worth your while to let me keep it all month.” He ran a clawed hand up Stolas’ leg, licking his lips “We always have a good time together don’t we? Let me keep the book and when I drop it off we can have a very good time.” He certainly wouldn’t mind getting his rocks off with Stolas occasionally, they really did f*ck great together. Stolas clearly still felt that inescapable attraction that kept driving Blitzø half insane when they were together, he should hate the prince, and some part of him may, but it was always there pulling him in. Maybe the owl really had bewitched him years ago.

Stolas was blushing “I-I’m not sure.”

Blitzø got in closer now, hands playing with the buttons of Stolas’ waistcoat “I’ll even let you pick the night, come on, you can’t tell me you haven’t kept up your work since my last visit feathers.”

“Well for the most part I have but again, I need to do other ceremonies-”

“Yeah yeah, we can work that out when we need to.” He was getting overwhelmed by Stolas' lavender soap and residual magic filling the air around them, he just needed to keep in mind that this was going to be transactional f*cking, he was not doing this simply because he wanted to be inside Stolas so f*cking bad right now, no it was a way to distract Stolas and get the book, getting off would be a bonus.

Stolas contemplated this for a moment “So we will meet once a month on… the full moon so I can perform my duties and then…” He gave a shy smile “have a night of passionate fornication?”

“Uh basically.” Stolas was always going for the big fancy words “But we are going to have some rules.” Stolas nodded “It's only going to happen here, okay? Not my place or the office. I’m not dealing with the family drama either. Leave that sh*t at the door. We have some fun, I get the book, no biggie yeah?” Stolas was cautiously agreeing. “Great, we got a deal then?”

Blitzø held his hand out for Stolas to shake, he looked at it, hesitating “Shall we seal it with a kiss?” He offered instead.

Blitzø bit the inside of his cheek “No kissing either.” That sh*t was just going to pull in more feelings, no repeats of the last time, a good emotion free dicking was all they needed, call it closure… again . It was already going against his big rule to not screw with someone who was complicated or where there were feelings involved, but he was not in love with Stolas still so long as it stayed casual it would be all good. ‘ How many more times am I going to repeat that? ’

Stolas pouted briefly, there were a lot of thoughts racing behind those crimson eyes, it made Blitzø a bit nervous. Honestly Stolas could just say no, he could take his book and boot Blitzø out of his life like nothing, just like before. In the end he was a Prince and there was jacksh*t Blitzø could do about it. He just had to hope Stolas’ repressed sexual desire was strong enough to cloud his judgment.

“Alright.” Stolas took Blitzø’s hand, not in a shake but cupping his claws, he brought it to his lips and placed a kiss over the knuckles “I may kiss you elsewhere though right?”

Blitzø smirked “How about we find out?” Oh yes this was going to be some very fun, casual, transactional sex with a smoking hot prince he did not have complicated feelings for.

Chapter 14: Festival

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Blitzø and Stolas had ended up spending the entire night together and once again the imp had slipped out while Stolas slept, taking the grimoire and leaving a note ‘c u’ written above the drawing of a full moon. It had been a few days since then and Stolas was still occasionally getting side tracked, staring at the paper and thinking of Blitzø’s next visit.

Even now he was sitting at the breakfast nook, a cup of cold tea forgotten in his hand as he dreamily looked at the calendar, the full moon date circled several times. They would be spending time together, rebuilding what they had, perhaps he didn’t get to have the conversation he had hoped but him and Blitzø had always expressed themselves in actions rather than words.

Surely sex would be the bridge to reconnect them. He propped his head in one hand letting out an airy sigh, things were going to work out, he could be happy again.

“How dare you!” Stella came rushing through the kitchen doorway. “I can’t believe you f*cked that imp again !” She latched onto the nearest dishware and whipped it towards him.

“It wasn’t expected!” Stolas ducked so it would shatter on the wall instead.

“In my home! The neighbors saw that disgusting excuse for a vehicle! They couldn’t wait to laugh in my face about it!” She threw more dishware.

“I didn’t have time to go to a motel!” Not that he should have to, it was his home, he’d already said he wanted a dissolution to their marriage, she was the one refusing to leave. Still it was better to try and diffuse the situation.

“A motel! Like a f*cking plebian!” She grabbed for one of his plants after he had moved to block Audrey from getting hit from an errant frying pan, she threw it out to the hallway. “What would they say when the tabloids ran that story, Stolas !” She screeched.

“Stella, please this isn’t necessary-”

“Do you want to f*ck this one too!” She grabbed for the butler, hurtling him at Stolas.

On instinct Stolas moved to avoid the impact “No of course not.” he glanced back wanting to help him up but worried Stella would react worse if he did.

“You are a goddamn embarrassment! I’m not spending another moment looking at your pathetic imp sucking face!” She stormed out the room still screeching about his plants and destroying more things on her warpath.

Stolas let out a sigh then noticed Octavia had entered the room, taking up his previous seat, head phones already firmly in her ears “Good morning Octavia! Did you sleep well my Owlette?”

“Is that a serious question?” She deadpanned, pulling one ear bud out.

“Mhm” He still wasn't sure how to broach the topic of his and Stella’s failing marriage with Octavia “What’s that you're listening too?” He distracted the conversation instead, reaching into the fridge to grab Audrey’s breakfast steak.

“It’s called My World is Burning Down Around Me its by f*ck You Dad. It’s a band.”

“Oh… How charming.” It was hard not to take a name like that personally, but then again he had listened to some rather alternative music when he was her age, mostly because Blitzø liked it.

“So are you two done screaming for the day?” Stolas tossed the steak into the plants waiting mouth, giving her a pat, he frowned at his daughter’s question.

“Um.” he tried to think of a way to answer that question, while Stella’s screams continued to echo the halls, he glanced at the family portrait of them all at Loo Loo Land and an idea popped into his head “You know what I haven't done in a long long time! I haven’t taken you to your favorite place in all of Hell! Why don’t we go to Loo Loo Land!” He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, plastering on a huge grin for her sake.

“I’m not five anymore.” She groused, a typical reaction she gave since hitting her teen years.

Stolas tried to brush past it “You always were so happy when I took you to Loo Loo Land. What do you say we go there again and have a day!” they could go have fun on the rides, get some carnival food and leave the whole nasty mood hanging around the palace behind.

“I’d rather kill myself.” His starfire certainly had a flare for drama.

“There we go! Anything but staying in this house!” He gave her a hug. “Now, I’ll arrange our security.” He thought about asking their typical Hellhound guards to attend but couldn’t resist the impulse to call Blitzø and ask him instead, the imp had said no family drama but without Stella around that wouldn’t be an issue. It would be nice to spend time with the two people he cared about, not think about the property damage being done currently and he would like a more pleasant memory for him and Blitzø to have of Loo Loo Land.

“Ugh why do we need security, it's a theme park.” Octavia truly hated having security trail her around, but Stolas didn’t want her to be locked up in the palace all the time, much like how he had felt growing up.

“We’re rich” Stolas picked up the phone from its receiver, the butler already having brought it to him “and we’re hot” Stolas teased “people want our money” he looked back to the phone, talon spinning the rotary dial “and our bodies.” he murmured.

“Our money maybe.” Octavia scoffed, having caught the last part.

Stolas laughed it off “Now I’m calling the only man who can f*ck me!”

“What!”

“Ah! I mean protect me!” He really hadn’t meant to say it out loud “Us, protect us! Being part of the Goetia family really is valuable, you know!” He listened for the ringing, heart leaping when Blitzø answered, today was going to be perfect, he just knew it.

He regretted agreeing to this bodyguarding gig. It would be nice to have some extra cash and Stolas had looked ridiculous in his Loo Loo Land outfit when I.M.P arrived at the palace to pick the two royals up. The regret was centered around spending the day around his kid.

“Now remember this is work and work only.” Blitzø reiterated as he walked alongside Stolas “I’m not here to satisfy your perverted bird needs.'' This whole gig was already far too reminiscent of his Verosika days, when working for and having casual sex with the pop star spiraled out of control too fast and he had to burn that bridge to the ground.

“Uh Dad do we have to-” Octavia interjected but Blitzø cut her off.

“Okay yeah hold on there, sweetie.” He wasn’t going to be rude to the kid, but damn it was hard for him to maintain much eye contact, he wasn’t sure if he found it better or worse that Octavia looked so much like Stolas. “Don’t even think of getting frisky.”

Stolas laughed it off as a joke, he leaned down to brush a talon down Blitzø’s face “You are so cute when you are serious.”

“I’m literally going to be sick.” Octavia bemoaned, Blitzø tuned out Moxxie as he began offering ailments to the girl, clearly not understanding there was nothing to cure teen angst. Instead he glanced around noticing a lot of demons hiding in plain sight watching Stolas.

He knew Stolas could easily take care of himself, it seemed entirely unnecessary for him to be here, more likely he wanted to make sure his daughter was kept safe while he got to enjoy himself as well. Blitzø’s tail lashed as his annoyance built “Here you go Blitzy!” He was pulled from his thoughts as Stolas put a Loo Loo Land hat on his head. “Oh lets all get matching shirts!”

Stolas was holding up a shirt for Via, already having drapped a smaller size over his forearm for the imp. “Not happening.” Blitzø did swipe an expensive cup and stalk over to M&M. Millie was on cloud nine so he offered to handle watching the birds, then maybe he could skip out early for a smoke by the van.

They walked further into the park, Octvia not having much desire to go on any rides and Blitzø was busy keeping an eye on a handful of demons that apparently had an I.Q. of zero since they continued to watch for a chance to strike. Stolas chattered mostly to himself trying to engage both of them in comradery, not understanding no one was jumping at the chance to get to know each other better.

Some random demon bumped into Stolas, Blitzø yanked him back by the tail, the barrel of his gun pressed against the back of his head. “Give it back, sh*thead.” The demon quaked, tossing Stolas’ wallet back and scampered off.

“You know it's quite thrilling watching you on the job, Blitzy” Stolas flirted, not for the first time since they arrived.

“Save it bitch, I’m working.” He was trying not so subtly to remind Stolas this was in fact work, they were not spending a fun day at an amusem*nt park together or playing out some fantasy. This would not be some cobbled together family outing with his former whatever and the reason they ended things.

Said reason rolled her eyes “You both need to get a room.” Her annoyance was valid, the kid didn't want to hang around the guy screwing her dad as much as Blitzø didn’t want to hang around her. Next time he was going to turn the money down.

“Hey, I'm not a day hooker.” Blitzø snapped, Stolas began insisting the three of them go to the Robofizz show, Blitzø would rather shoot himself in the foot then suffer through that act, “I hate that f*cking clown” He groused at the same time as Octavia. Why would Stolas even want to be reminded of that day, he was either seriously delusional that anyone was going to have a good time or a huge masoch*st.

He tried to hang back and watch from afar but Stolas pulled him to sit alongside him and his daughter as the show began, one of the would-be assassins finally made an attempt, slipping up behind Stolas with a dagger. Blitzø barely looked back as he pointed his flintlock and blew the demon's brains out “Oh my, excellent shot Blitzy.” Stolas smiled, his hand caressing Blitzø’s tenderly.

“Ugh! I can’t do this anymore!” Octavia shouted storming off.

“Wait! Octavia!” Stolas followed after, Blitzø would’ve joined them but it seemed Robofizz had finally spotted him, and right now he really needed to let out some frustration in the form of bullets into his former sh*tty coworker.

Octavia was sitting in the metal apple spinning ride within the Fun House when Stolas approached her “I take it you're… not having fun?” It may have been too hopeful of him to force an instant connection between them all in a single afternoon.

“I didn’t even want to come here.” She turned from him.

“I’m sorry sweetie, I thought you loved it here.”

“When I was a kid and my parents didn’t hate each other.” She sniffled “My dad didn’t flirt with some weird red dick head the entire time.”

“I’m sorry Via” He shouldn’t have pushed so much to make today work “I’m sorry for everything happening right now.” How could he explain that he and Stella had never liked each other, that he merely tolerated her for Via’s sake after spending her whole life trying to keep that very fact from her. “I should have listened.”

“I just want to go home.” She shook her head as tears fell “But home doesn't even feel like home anymore. You ruined it.”

Guilt wracked him, he had been too oblivious to what Via was feeling because he was too wrapped up in Blitzø having come back into his life. “You need to understand… your mother and I… I just-” How could he shatter her world even more than he already had. “I felt…she's always been… I haven’t been.” Nothing was right, “We weren’t in-” nothing was going to convey to his child that despite the lack of love for her mother she was loved and wanted. “I’m sorry I don't have the words.” He placed his head into his hands frustrated in himself.

“Are you gonna run off with him and leave me behind?” She had her arms wrapped around her legs glancing over occasionally “Leave me behind, go away where I can’t find you?”

“What-” He had been a foolish man to let Octavia feel this way. “No! No, no never. I’d never do that.” He pulled his daughter into a hug “Never.” perhaps Blitzø had inadvertently given him sage advice when he said to leave the family drama out of it, it was too soon. “I think it’s time to leave this place. You were right, you are too old for it.”

Stolas lifted her in his arms, carrying her towards the entrance, she didn’t complain about being carried like a child. Stolas walked out into the fairgrounds now lit in green flames, the sounds of the robofizz screaming and possibly the triumphant manic laughter of Blitzø in the distance. “So what would you like to do now?”

Octavia smiled at him “Can we go to Stylish Occult? They sell weird taxidermy there.”

“Hmm okay.” She did have such a unique sense of decor.

Octavia laughed at his hesitance “Thanks dad. You're okay sometimes.”

“Thank you Via, thank you.” It was a start, it seemed he had a lot of work ahead of himself with a few people in his life. Blitzø and the rest of I.M.P met up with Stolas and Via at the parking lot, Moxxie was chiding Blitzø.

Blitzø ignored his employee checking over Stolas and Via “You good?”

“Yes, would you mind terribly if we took our leave?” He wasn’t going to make Octavia feel like a second choice again today.

“Yeah sure” Millie aggressively elbowed Blitzø, who gave her a dirty look before saying “You don’t want a lift home?”

“No, we will-”

“Actually to the mall please.” Via interrupted Stolas. He looked to his daughter about to tell her she did not have to do anything on his account “It’s fine dad. Just don’t be weird.”

Stolas tittered “Yes okay. Thank you for the offer Blitzø.”

“Yeah well if we are heading there I’m gonna pick up Loonie, she will kill me if she finds out we took a detour to the mall without her. Sure she wants to hit up Stylish Occult” Blitzø opened the van door for everyone to pile in the cramped back, keeping the front seat open for Loona.

“I love that store.” Octavia eyed him wearily as she waited to climb into the van.

“Oh yeah then you and my daughter are going to get along.” Blitzø fiddled with his keys, he glanced at Stolas momentarily, seeing his look of curiosity, he hadn’t realized that the hellhound was Blitzø’s child, she didn't seem like an imp hybrid. “She’s a bit older than you though, I adopted her when she was around your age.” It wasn’t fair of him to feel such relief that Blitzø didn’t have ties to a woman when he was still unfortunately married. But the feeling was there, like a stain.

“Alright let's get out of here before someone sues.” Blitzø started up the van, heading back to Imp City, it wasn’t quite the day Stolas had planned but he still got to spend time with the people he cared about, and the people Blitzø cared about.

Blitzø was hard at work designing his future ranch, taking care to personalize every horse's pen when he felt the familiar tingle of magic and purple glow appear as Stolas stepped through a portal. “We have a front door.” He narrowed his eyes on him.

“Hello Blitzy.” Stolas brushed over his comment.

“Not my name.” Blitzø muttered, covering his art as Stolas leaned over the desk to take it in. “I’m busy, seem to recall saying once a month and not in my office.”

“Yes, I remember.” Stolas still sat down, he pulled a blank sheet of paper to his lap and began making intricate folds. “I just needed to talk to you about the next full moon.”

“Ever heard of a phone?” Blitzø’s hand reached to hit the alert button for Stolas, glad he ended up adding it shortly after stealing the book, everyone had been briefed on the importance of getting Blitzø out of whatever jam he found himself in, be it a work excuse, cup of coffee or fresh pants.

“I did try to call.” Stolas glanced towards Blitzø’s phone which was facedown on the desk and on silent. “This is rather important so I figured I could peek in.”

“So what is it, I need to get back to work.”

“Yes, terribly important work at hand I see, have you decided on a name for your ranch?” Stolas smiled at his art project, still folding the sheet of paper, it was getting smaller and taking some kind of shape.

“The current contenders are ‘Fifty Shades of Hay’ or ‘Morning Wood Stables’ both are great but Moxxie says it would be-” He cut himself off, annoyed he was getting sidetracked “Just tell me what you came here for already, or go back to whatever prince sh*t you need to do.”

Stolas frowned momentarily “Would you like to discuss over lunch? My treat?”

“I ate already.” A bold faced lie, it wasn’t even noon yet but he was not going on a lunch date with Stolas. Even under the guise of discussing the book.

“Oh, well then I suppose I will cut to the chase.” Stolas tilted his head down, looking at the paper in his hands, even his top eyes looked away from Blitzø.

“That would be great.” Blitzø leaned back in his chair, kicking his feet up on the desk.

“I will need to travel with my grimoire on the actual full moon, it will be a few days.” Blitzø ground his fangs together “Could we move up our rendezvous?” he finally glanced up, he had a soft smile and cute blush on his cheeks.

Blitzø turned his face away, annoyed that the look still worked on him “Okay.”

“Okay? That's it?” He watched as Stolas’ head tilted to the side too far.

“Okay. What else do you want from me?” Blitzø leapt out of his chair and yanked his calendar off the wall, he crossed out the dick he’d drawn on the full moon date, he pointed to a new day, Stolas gave a nod “Great see you then feathers.” When Stolas didn’t get up to leave Blitzø looked at him “Something else?”

“Um no. Goodbye.” Stolas stood up, he laid the folded up paper back on his desk, swiftly turning away to walk out a portal. Blitzø looked down to see he had folded it into a paper horse, he picked it up inspecting the handy work, then grabbed a pen and wrote the name ‘prince’ on it.

He frowned while shoving it in a drawer “Hey assholes why do I have the button system if you’re not going to pay attention!” He stormed out of his office, no one was in the receiving area or the meeting room, he went back to his cell phone to see the missed calls from Stolas and unread messages in the work group chain.

Slayer: Have fun B 😉😉

Baby Dick: We will be discussing work appropriate behaviour when we return from lunch.

Baby Dick: and stop changing my user name!

Loonie Toonie: 😡😡😡😡

He let out a frustrated growl before responding, wanting to bitch them out for bailing on him but also not wanting to type that much.

Bos Bithc: f*ck u. Git me somtin 2 🌯

When Blitzø had arrived at the palace he wasted no time dragging Stolas to the bed, ignoring his comment to feel free to use the front door. The owl had hooted in surprise at how quickly they were getting to business despite having had the leather harness on under his robe that Blitzø may have sent him a link to buy earlier that week because he had a surprise for him.

Which was just an easy way to segway them into the ball gag. He was not going to be tempted into kissing Stolas’ during sex again, so after making sure the prince was fine with the intended scene Blitzø tied Stolas’ wrist together then to the peak of the head board, reminded him to snap once for yes, twice for no and three time is he needed to say something.

As always it was annoyingly amazing sex, Stolas really was down to try anything and so f*cking submissive for Blitzø, even while being a flirtatious little brat. Which Blitzø did not find cute at all, it was just kinda hot during sex. He pulled out a cigarette, flicking his lighter a few times before taking a long drag.

Stolas was still tied up, the gag pulled down to hang around his neck, he let out a content sigh “I’m sorry for having to move tonight so early for my trip down to Wrath, I’m glad you came over.”

Blitzø sighed “When this happens it's not something I’m going to fuss about.” Stolas had said he may need the book a bit more frequently and Blitzø didn’t want to risk losing it all together. He leaned over to burn away the bindings at Stolas’ wrists, he could see gleam in the prince's eyes and had a feeling he may be revving up for another round already.

“Do you really need the book for farm bullsh*t?” Wrath was basically a big dusty plain of flat farmland full of inbred chucklef*cks, fun for doing donuts in a borrowed car he supposed but even the circus had limited its time there during travel seasons. Stolas rubbed at his wrists for a moment before taking the cigarette Blitzø held out to him “I have like fifteen new clients waiting for heads to roll.”

“My grimoire is incredibly important, Blitzy. It's not supposed to leant out, even to a cute imp such as yourself” Stolas leaned in fluttering his eyelashes and pinching Blitzø cheeks as he attempted to flirt. Blitzø groaned and pushed his hand away, he was touching his scarred cheek, there was no way he could honestly mean it when he called him cute. “The harvest moon is a very special occasion. It’s been my annual duty to showcase it in Wrath. It’s celebrated by a charming little festival with the locals.”

Blitzø watched as Stolas got excited talking about the ceremony, loose feathers floating about as his arms swung around animatedly. Much the same way he got when talking about a book he liked, obviously it was important to him. Blitzø brushed a feather off his head “Huh, I’ll have to ask Millie about it, she’s from there.”

Stolas perked up “Oh! Then why don’t you all join me at the festival?” His face split into a wide smile, getting giddy like a little kid.

“We are not bodyguards, remember? That was a one time thing.” Blitzø didn’t think going on a vacation with Stolas would be good for keeping this ‘relationship’ purely transactional. In fact he probably should stop hanging around making small talk but as a dom he wanted to make sure Stolas was good before leaving, certainly not because he liked sharing a smoke and chatting.

“I’m simply offering a work free trip for fun” Stolas wrapped the blanket around himself, hooding it over his head “I feel quite safe at the harvest festival. It’s the same every year.”

“Well…” Blitzø trailed off, Stolas had leaned down in between his legs, a playful smile on his beak as his talons thrummed against his thighs.

“I could also guarantee you all special access” He giggled, leaning in place a kiss at his navel, and if that didn't have his dick getting hard again, rational thought quickly left his brain.

“Listen as long as its not a f*ck fest invite” Blitzø leaned back agasint the pillows, letting Stolas tease his thighs with kisses and light nipping. He was sure it wouldn’t be hard to convince Millie to drag Mox along to visit the ring, and Loona might enjoy a vacation, their first family vacation. “I guess we can’t do jacksh*t without your book anyways.” He allowed himself to be won over.

“Awe I’m sorry your clients will have to wait.” Stolas lamented then swirled his tongue over the tip of Blitzø co*ck “How can I ever make it up to you.”

“f*ck forget my clients.” Blitzø grabbed his head feathers “Now stop being such a tease and hurry up already.” He pressed Stolas mouth downwards, the prince hooted happily, opening up his mouth to begin the next round.

Stolas was feeding his plants before heading over to Wrath, he patted his darling Audrey as she munched on her steak. He glanced at his cell phone, no new messages. He had hoped to travel to Wrath with Blitzø and company but the imp said there wasn’t enough room in the van so Stolas passed on the address of the accommodations he had booked.

“Are you leaving for that festival soon?” Octavia was hovering at the kitchen doorway.

“Yes, are you sure you don’t wish to join Starfire?” Stolas was very excited to spend some time with Blitzø over the next few days but he could change the plans if Via really did want to join, it had been a couple years since she had last tagged along.

“No thanks.” She tapped her talons along the counter “Will you be okay? I have a weird feeling.” She frowned, keeping her face tilted away from his.

“Of course.” Stolas cupped her cheeks “It will only be a couple of days, I will call you before and after the ceremony.” Octavia continued to frown, he thought she may pull away but she leaned in and gave him a hug instead.

“Promise?”

“Pinky promise” He offered his pinky, now she did roll her eyes and pull away.

“I’m not a little kid.” Still she linked hers with his, Stolas smiled, gave her a kiss on the forehead then opened a portal to the charming Bed and Breakfast in Wrath named Hold Your Horses, he’d chosen it for the name alone. Stolas had rented the entire building so they would have plenty of space.

He checked in with the staff, they took his bags and showed him to the grand suite, he requested the second key be handed to Blitzø when he arrived and asked for some light dinner, dessert and a chilled bottle of wine dropped off.

Stolas explored the room now, the large bed was made with cream sheets, so many throw pillows they took up nearly half the mattress, directly across was a fireplace, logs already burning. Stolas walked further into the room he walked around a small antique table with two chairs to pull back the sheer curtains of the window, gazing over a smattering of prickly plants and tumble weed the only life amongst the barren landscape

He closed them again, looking at the time on his phone, Blitzø would be a few hours more; it gave him time to prepare a surprise. He unpacked his wardrobe first, removed his cape and top hat tucking them away in the closet, placed the grimoire in a bedside drawer then he opened his second bag pulling out candles and loose rose petals. He hummed a tune while placing candles on any flat surface, then making a trail of rose petals from the door to the bed where he tossed more on the comforter.

He sat at the table and scrolled Hellify for the album Blitzø had played on his seventeenth birthday, wondering if that would be a bit too over the top but deciding to just lean fully into it. He read a book to pass some time getting so engrossed in the story he barely noticed the knock at the door.

He leapt up, snapping his fingers to light all the candles thinking Blitzø had arrived, instead one of the staff members had brought up his requested food, Stolas took the tray thanking them, asking if anyone had arrived yet. They had not.

Stolas placed the tray down on the table, checked the time again, Blitzø should be here by now but they may have hit some traffic. “I’m sure he will be here soon.” Stolas poured two glasses of wine in preparation, hitting play on the music.

More time passed, the candle's wax spilling down onto the wooden surface below, Stolas’ leg was bouncing uncontrollably, worried Blitzø might have been in an accident. He gnawed on one talon, he texted Blitzø again.

Stolas: Are you able to find your way? Do you need additional directions?

Blitzy ♥: I no how 2 get 2 Wrth

Stolas: Of course! You have a wonderful navigational sense. When will you be arriving?

Blitzy ♥: gt hear a wile ago

Stolas frowned, was he in the common space downstairs, why hadn’t he come up, or had the staff given him a different room key. He walked down stairs to investigate, and the receptionist informed him that no one else from his reservation had arrived.

The prince returned upstairs to sit on the bed, he called Blitzø, it rang over and over, he expected it to end up going to the voicemail Blitzø did not have set up when the call finally clicked on.

“Yeah?” Blitzø asked.

“Hello Blitzy! I was wondering where you may have ended up, I did send you the correct address details for the accommodations did I not?” He had in fact checked this four times already.

“We are at Millie’s folks place.” Stolas could hear some racket in the background “f*ck off” Blitzø muttered to someone.

“Ah I see of course she would like to visit with family first, will you all be out very late? I can ask to have dinner served later.” Blitzø gave an exasperated sigh, Stolas forced a smile on to his face even as dread sunk into the back of his mind.

“We are staying here for the trip, can’t afford some fancy royal hotel like you.” Stolas was about to explain he had taken care of that cost since they were here as his guests but held back when Blitzø continued “Plus I said this wasn’t going to be a f*ck fest, remember?”

“Yes, I wasn’t expecting anything.” It was a lie, certainly he expected something to happen when he had set up the room but really he just wanted a romantic evening with Blitzø, even if all they ended up doing was cuddling. Mostly he wanted to recreate a memory from their past and hopefully strengthen their connection.

“Uh huh, sure feathers.” Blitzø scoffed.

“Well I am actually just getting ready for some shut eye, big day tomorrow! You have a lovely night, send my kind regards to your employees.”

“Will do.” Blitzø hung up the call, Stolas sat there with his phone in hand staring at his contact screen for a while before getting up and downing both glasses of wine. He took the bottle with him to the bed, using his magic to toss the sheets back, scattering the petals to the floor, Stolas crawled into the bed, drinking from the bottle and watched the fire flicker.

He would still get to see Blitzø at the ceremony tomorrow, perhaps they could watch the pain games together, although he suspected Blitzø would end up entering once he heard of them. Stolas would not mind getting to watch Blitzø dominate the competition, he chuckled at his own joke, feeling surprisingly tipsy from the bottle of wine.

“Perhaps I should not have skipped lunch and dinner” Stolas sighed, placing the empty bottle on the side table, he snuggled deeper into the blankets, giving one last flick of magic to extinguish the candles before shutting his eyes waiting for the sweet embrace of sleep to end this disappointing day.

“Mornin’ you two” Lin greeted from the stove, flipping some eggs as Blitzø and Loona joined the others milling about the kitchen. Loona was dragging her feet, quick to accept the offered cup of coffee from Millie. “Hope y’all have a big appetite”

Blitzø cracked his knuckles as he took a seat at the breakfast nook “Sleep well B?” Millie had a mischievous smirk on her face.

“Yeah?” Blitzø took the plate of food Lin filled for him.

“No late night tryst with the prince?” She fluttered her lashes at him, Loona took the opportunity to pull his plate in front of herself and scarf down the eggs.

“Uh no.” He tried to swipe back a piece of bacon, Loona growled at him.

“Wouldn't've minded if your boyfriend wanted to stay here too.” Lin offered as she cracked some more eggs in the pan.

“He’s not my boyfriend!” he grinded his fangs together, Millie really got to him with that one yesterday. Said annoyance giggled while elbowing her husband.

“You coulda visited him last night B, we would’ve met up at the festival.” She teased “I’m betting you two are going to have a fun time today.”

“The less time I spend with him the better.” He knew Stolas was disappointed they didn’t go to whatever hotel he had booked, Blitzø hadn’t told the rest of his group about it knowing they would have insisted on taking Stolas up on the offer.

He was not here to have a weekend getaway with Stolas and he was going to ignore the guilt he felt last night when he heard the hope in Stolas’ voice that he was still going to show up. Which he was not going to do, no chance, absolutely no hanky panky with the prince this weekend, he got his already the other night. He would just hang out with everyone at the festival and take up the offer to sign up for the pain games.“So what can we expect in the pain games today?”

Joe chuckled from his seat and gave Blitzø a brief run down of some popular events from past years, which sounded like a fun obstacle course with a healthy dose of fighting. He was a little surprised that Stolas enjoyed this particular festival ‘ Stop making everything about him. ’

Stolas had woken up with a hangover, or maybe he was just entering another depressive episode at a particularly terrible time. He had taken his breakfast in the formal dining room alone, rubbing his temples when one of the staff offered an old family hangover cure.

Stolas graciously accepted the drink that was placed in front of him, he had thought it might be a concoction of raw eggs or perhaps a mimosa like he’d seen people use in tv shows, but it was a simple glass of golden liquid. He quickly swallowed it back as instructed and coughed up as the familiar taste of tequila burned his throat.

It didn’t help much with the nausea but his fatigue and headache were replaced with a slight buzz, still an improvement, he could use the liquid courage today. He promised not to let it show that he was bothered by Blitzø finding other accommodations but he felt like he could have a bit of fun teasing the imp today. A little revenge tactic he had learned from Blitzø himself who used to love making Stolas squirm from poking at things that embarrassed him, like his dirty talk.

Stolas donned his regalia, called Octavia to check in then headed to the makeshift stage in the centre of town, he glanced over the sign up sheets, unsurprised to see Blitzø’s name he grazed his talon over it smiling at the crossed out ‘o’ curious why he kept it in at all. He took up his seat under the faded tent, already the crowd had piled in, he crossed his legs and bounced one while searching for Blitzø in the sea of faces.

Wally Wackford made his way to the mic, swinging his signature cane, he gave a quick bow to Stolas and began “Welcome I say-a welcome all to Wrath Rings-a annual Harvest Moon Festival. To kick things off we have the great Prince Stolas to usher in the pain games.”

Stolas chuckled as he took the microphone “How kind Wackford. Greetings tiny Wrath ring imps-” He always felt awkward speaking in front of the large crowd, he managed to blunder at the beginning every year but gave his typical speech “I hereby welcome you all to another year of celebrating the spoils of your labour that continue to feed the citizens of Hell.”

He finally spotted Blitzø in the crowd Stolas recognized Moxxie but not the imp standing in between the two “I’m happy to kick off the start of these games that will challenge the toughest imps to show their skill and dominance, good luck to you all.” He waved his hand to the crowd “Especially that sexy one there. Yoo hoo Blitzy!” he watched for Blitzø’s reaction, the imp rolled his eyes and the newcomer beside him smirked.

He had used his nickname in front of Barbie and Fizz a handful of times in the past, and knew it was something that would get Blitzø flustered. Stolas felt like a little ribbing from his friends would be the perfect light reprisal and it would be fun to flirt in public, because who would stop them.

Wally got the competitors ready at the first challenge, firing his pistol to start the games. Blitzø naturally won the first obstacle course, the new imp a close second. The two ended up squaring off in the following hog tying event, Blitzø lost that one which shocked Stolas who knew Blitzø was very well versed in knots. They ended up on the same team for the tug of war competition and then Blitzø demanded a rematch opportunity in the mud wrestling, quickly dominating the match.

Stolas watched with bated breath and cheered Blitzø on from the stands through it all, as the hours passed under the hot sun, he needed a more comfortable outfit for dealing with the heat so he pulled out a fan in an attempt to cool off. The day came to an end, the points were tallied and Stolas was not at all surprised that Blitzø had come out on top even if he had a shared title.

He listened from his seat as Wally made the announcement “I say, I say, for the first year ever we have a tie for winner of the Harvest Moon Pain Games.” He glanced over at Blitzø who was standing next to the co-winner, their eyes met so Stolas gave him a wink and a smile, Blitzø seemed to realize what Stolas’ intention was as he mouthed ‘Don’t you dare.’

Stolas swopped up and took the microphone “The winners are Striker and my darling Blitzy!” Stolas drew the syllable out giving a bow.

“Just say my name right!” Blitzø shouted, stomping up the stairs “f*cking dick.” he tossed a disgruntled look over at Stolas, who spotted the slightest darkening on the imps cheeks. Blitzø walked up to take his place next to Striker while Wally spoke to them and the crowd until Striker took control of the microphone to sing a song.

Stolas stepped away while the cowboy sang of his talents, he slipped behind the stage intending to call Octavia again when he heard the heavy footsteps of Blitzø’s boots following after and smiled. “You think you're so funny don't you Stolas?”

Stolas couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled out, Blitzø looked to be fighting a smile despite his tone “Congratulations on your victory, I didn’t doubt you for a second and I’m sure the toughest imp in Wrath can handle a little teasing, hm Blitzy?”

Stolas leaned down to brush a hand down Blitzø’s cheek, for a moment the imp leaned into it before raising his hand to brush Stolas’ away “Well thanks. I'm sure M&M will never let this one go. You know I have plenty of embarrassing dirt on you I could spread around.” He crossed his arms. “Great prize for all my hard work today.”

“Would you like a better prize Blitzø?” Stolas smiled demurely “We could adjourn to my room this evening, perhaps a soak and massage, I'm sure you’re… aching after today.” He could try to salvage his original plans for the previous evening.

Blitzø looked him over, mulling the proposition, he frowned after a moment “Nah I got plans, later.” He abruptly turned and left Stolas alone. The prince watched as Blitzø ascended the bleachers to take a place next to Mildred and Moxxie, the three of them conversing lively. He had hoped to feel like a teenager with Blitzø again during this trip by recreating a romantic memory instead he felt like he was watching Blitzø with Barbie and Fizz, once again in a totally separate world feeling as if he would never be able to broach the gap between them.

Blitzø had been lovingly watching Bombproof tear into a carcass, absolutely clear of mind, not thinking about Stola’s offer for a better prize than the f*cking nothing he had gotten. Sure the title of toughest imp was cool if it wasn’t shared but some cash would’ve been nice and if he wasn’t dead set on making sure this thing with Stolas was staying extremely casual he could’ve been enjoying a nice owl BJ reward.

He groaned, finally getting up to leave the horse to its glorious business, he walked back to the farm noticing no one was around, Loona must be bumming around somewhere not having interest in the Festival, but M&M would’ve dragged him off to the ceremony. He could faintly hear Stolas over the speaker system now, Blitzø had a gut feeling something was wrong. He crept through the house to see if something had happened to Millie and Moxxie, he peered through a door to see Striker holding a sniper trained out the window, a clear view of Stolas as he opened a portal to the night sky.

He pulled his flintlock and trained it on the cowboy “Uh excuse me the f*ck?”

“Blitzø!” Striker turned to him, his weapon came into full view, it was a blessed rifle “I thought you were still at the ceremony.”

“You thought I wanted to stand around a bunch of hillbillies excited about corn and sh*t with a thirsty owl on stage?” That rifle could actually hurt Stolas, could kill Stolas. His anger rose, he gripped his gun tighter to not let his shaking hands betray him.

Striker stood up “Huh now you seem disappointed in me.”

“Yeah well I’m not a fan of someone I offered a job to about to off my easiest ticket to earth behind my back.” He should’ve been able to catch this sooner, he should be a better judge of character. He was salivating at the chance to have a third badass around the office that he misread him completely.

“Blitzø come on, you know the two of us are superior than most of our kind” Striker stalked forward, Blitzø moved backwards to keep space between them, letting him talk, thinking of the best way to handle this since he knew just how equally matched this fight was, if he lost it then Stolas would be- “and you were so above sucking on a disgusting rich pompous goetia” He circled around Blitzø now, his emotions were getting the better of him, he was so angry and scared as his words started to sink in “only to sneak top side for scraps and work for bitter sinners. Who could care less who you are” deep down he was still that kid who had to steal from a prince “when you could be slaying overlords.”

Blitzø snapped back to attention at the comment, he pointed his gun at Striker again “Why struggle to run a business that is rigged against you. When you could partner up with me and kill the unkillable.” he couldn’t kill Stolas not for any amount of money, Stiker pinned him to the wall taking advantage of his distress to gain the upper hand. “Starting with the one that treats you like a plaything.”

Blitzø noticed a shadow moving in the room, Moxxie had shown up and was trying to get to the rifle unnoticed, he needed to keep Stirker’s attention diverted “Oh that's kinda hot.”

“We could be the most dangerous beings in Hell Blitzø.” Strikers smiled like he knew he had Blitzø hooked on his offer.

“Wow, that was a good f*cking pitch.” As if he would partner up with this self righteous dick head, he would be too busy trying to suck himself off all day.

“Been workshopping it.” Striker took hold of the barrel of Blitzø’s gun that was still aimed at his chest, co*cky enough to let Blitzø continue holding it.

“You know what, f*ck it, I’m in.” Moxxie co*cked the rifle that was aimed at Striker’s back “Took ya long enough Mox!” Blitzø laughed at Striker, now outnumbered “Wow you should’ve seen your dipsh*t face!” and then there was a blade at his back held by Striker's tail “Oh cliche much?”

The imp grabbed Blitzø hand firing his gun at Mox, thankfully missing “Oh you daddy f*cker!” Blitzø bit down hard on his arm. The two fought, his gun was quickly tossed aside as they threw fists and elbows, Striker managed to toss him into Moxxie, grabbing the rifle mocking them for losing the upper hand. Blitzø tried to whistle for Loona’s attention, her superior hearing was bound to pick up on it but she didn’t arrive “Uh f*cking damnit Loona.”

“Damn shame Blitzø, we might have made a good team, ah well” He pointed the rifle at him.

Blitzø saw red, knowing he was going to be shot and then Stolas would be in danger of the same fate “In your wet dreams you honky-tonk chode!” he kicked out at Striker's foot, getting up and kicking him in the chest next sending the imp backwards as he dropped the rifle. He didn’t give him a second to recover, smashing a lamp in the face, smacking him with his tail and punching so hard he put a hole in the wall when the cowboy dodged it, no one was going to kill Stolas . He landed his next hit in Striker's face, taking a right hook to his own and smashing his head into Strikers, no one was going to take Stolas away from him. He used his tail to throw the imp across the room, black blood was streaming down both their faces.

Moxxie fired at Stiker, now the two approached the cornered imp, Blitzø recovered his flintlock aiming it at him “I still think it’s embarrassing” Striker began goading Blitzø again “You're wasting a lot of potential really on a weak little-” Moxxie fired at him again.

“You gonna finish that f*cking sentence partner?” Moxxie snapped.

“Vermin” the rattling of Striker's tail got louder.

“Whose weak now bitch” before Moxxie could finish him off Loona kicked open the door finally arriving, but hitting Moxxie backwards. Striker used the moment distraction to shove Blitzø over and dash for the window.

“Maybe you’ll get me next time, Blitzy.” He leapt out, Blitzø chased after, but the slippery imp had disappeared into the crowd. Blitzø looked out seeing Stolas still none the wiser on stage under the glowing portal. He resisted running down there to drag Stolas away, but he was safe for now, Striker wouldn’t do anything so public, that would be idiotic.

“Sir?” Moxxie placed a hand on Blitzø’s shoulder, he barely noticed he had been shaking, he quickly wiped away any tears that slipped out before turning to Mox and Loona.

“I’m fine. You?” He looked over the smaller imp, he had more scrapes than he should.

“He got the jump on me earlier, Millie is injured in the storm shelter.” They headed down there, getting Millie out of the bear trap and upstairs for first aid. Blitzø tuned out the conversation around him, they were discussing Striker’s motivations but he couldn’t focus on anything but Stolas’ safety.

He grabbed his cellphone, slipping away from the group as Lin started chastising Millie, he went outside and called Stolas “Hello Blitzy.” He was his usual chipper self.

“Hey.” His voice cracked.

“Are you alright?” Concern slipped into Stolas’ voice.

“Can I see you?” Blitzø paced on the porch.

“Of course Darling.”

Blitzø spotted the barn and headed over to it “Portal to me.” He ended the call, he wasn’t really sure what he was doing, he just needed to see that Stolas was alive and well right now. He didn’t know if he should tell him about the attempt on his life or let him go on in blissful ignorance.

‘ What if I hadn’t shown up, he would’ve died, he wouldn’t be here anymore. ’ he closed the barn door behind himself, a purple glow appeared and Stolas stepped out of the portal. Blitzø wanted nothing more than to throw himself at Stolas, instead he stood there unable to move.

“Blitzy?” Stolas slowly leaned down “What is the matter?”

‘ You almost died, I almost lost you forever ’ the words wouldn’t come out, instead he choked back a sob he cupped Stolas’ face, rubbing his thumbs over his feathered cheeks. He pulled him in close and kissed him deeply. ‘ I almost never got to kiss him again. ’

Stolas’ arms tentatively wrapped around Blitzø, the imp walked them back, keeping their mouth together until he could lean Stolas back into a hay bail. He started pulling at the buttons of his shirt, digging his claws into the feathers. “Blitzy?” Stolas pulled back from the kiss, breathless.

Blitzø couldn’t look him in the eyes right now so he buried his face in his chest, listening to his heart beat. Unbidden tears spilled out his eyes, Stolas stroked his head gently trying to lift his face but Blitzø burrowed deeper. “Talk to me Blitzø.”

“Someone-” he was going to ruin the Harvest Moon Festival for him if he told him the truth, he would never feel safe here again “Someone said something that got under my skin, I just… need… this.” He told a half lie, Striker had gotten to him and he did need to be here with Stolas, feel him alive against him.

Stolas pulled him into a hug “Do you want to tell me about it?”

“No.” he melted into the embrace. This was going to blur some lines, he would have to do damage control but for now he didn’t care. “Just lay there and talk about something to distract me.” Stolas described the plot of a book he was reading, the sound of his voice and beating heart lulled him into relaxation, finally untensing from the fight earlier until he fell asleep.

Stolas walked through the main entrance for I.M.P, grimoire in hand, he had intended to give it back to Blitzø before leaving Wrath, they had woken up in the haystack at the crack of dawn when one of Millie’s siblings had began their morning chores. Blitzø quickly scampered off, disoriented Stolas had portaled back to his bed at the B&B, by the time he woke up again Blitzø had already started the drive back to Pride.

“Hiya Prince” Millie came bounding over, she was waving a duster in her hands.

“Hello Mildred, I trust you had a good visit home?” He bowed his head slightly in greeting.

“Sure did, thanks for tellin’ B about the festival, I can’t believe I forgot it was happening. So nice to visit the family. You’ll have to get the full tour next time, not just the barn” She winked at him then glanced at the book “Are you looking for Blitzø?”

“Oh yes, just returning the grimoire to his care.” he could feel his cheeks heating up as he clutched it close to his chest, nervous to see Blitzø, hoping he wouldn’t close off from him after appearing so vulnerable in Wrath.

“He went out to pick up lunch for everyone.” Moxxie joined them, he was dragging a vacuum along, the cord tangled in his tail.

“I see.” Stolas looked towards the closed door of Blitzø office ‘ So we are back to this. ’

“Why don’t you wait around for him hun?” Millie smiled up at him “We are just cleaning up today, no big business.”

“Guess we know why now.” Loona snarked, Stolas turned to see her leaning in the doorway of a bathroom “You can drop that on my desk.” She nodded towards it, Stolas cleared away the candy wrappers and empty pop cans to clear a space.

Moxxie headed to the conference room, closing the door and starting up the vacuum, Millie dragged over a chair trying to reach the light fixture above. “I could get that for you.” Stolas offered, holding out a hand for the duster.

“Thanks!” Millie handed it over, grabbing Windex and wiping off the framed photos around the office. Stolas easily reached the fixture, clearing away the cobwebs.

“That's not something you see everyday.” Loona laughed, taking out her phone to snap a picture “Think a tabloid would pay good money to see a Prince doing housework?”

“Perhaps if you sell a good story with it Hell Weekly may pick it up, but you should wait until after the Gala season, they pay more for scandals then.” Loona stared dumbfounded at Stolas after he answered her “Make sure you don’t take the first offer too, they will try to lowball you.”

Stolas swept past the hellhound to start on the corners of the room. Loona snorted after a moment, stuffing her phone back in her pocket “Maybe if you were in a frilly apron”

“Do you have one? We will need some better lighting for a proper photoshoot.”

Loona rolled her eyes while smirking, “If we did, Tubby would be wearing it already.” She gestured towards the closed door Moxxie was behind. The imp seemed slim enough to Stolas.

“And he would look cute as a button too.” Millie called over, sticking her tongue out at Loona who mimicked throwing up.

Stolas moved on to the room Moxxie was in, stepping over the cord carefully, the small imp had music playing from his phone barely audible over the vacuum. Stolas did recognize the tune was from Phantom of the Opera, he bobbed along to the music.

“Oh sorry your Highness!” Moxxie startled realizing he wasn’t alone after finishing the room, he reached to turn off his music.

“I am actually enjoying it. Do you frequent musicals?”

Moxxie flushed “Yes, as often as I can. I try to see each one at least three times when they are performing. You can't truly absorb everything in one viewing.”

“Hm a very good policy, I should try it.” The two exited the room together discussing some of their favorite productions and actors, Stolas barely noticed they had entered Blitzø office, Moxxie continued to speak over the vacuum while Stolas absentmindedly dusted. He glanced down and noticed scatterings of folded up papers, all seemingly abandoned when they didn't take on the intended shape.

“Alright, who's hungry for Hells sh*ttiest pizza!” Blitzø shouted as he barged into the waiting area, Stolas and Moxxie stepped out of his office “Hey you better not be messing up my rese-” He stopped when realizing Stolas was there.

“Hello Blitzø.” Loona snatched the box of pizza, breezing by with Millie and Moxxie in tow, the three of them setting up at the conference table.

“Hey.” The imp stared down at his shoe, kicking at nonexistent dirt.

“I came to drop off the grimoire.” Stolas gestured over to it with the duster still in hand. “You were in a bit of a rush and forgot it the other day.”

“Yeah I was gonna call about it later. Needed to do some deep cleaning here first.”

“I hope you don’t mind, I helped out a bit.” Stolas was wringing the handle of the duster so tightly the plastic was beginning to crack.

“You two gonna grab some pizza?” Millie popped her head out the doorway.

“Oh no you all enjoy it.” Stolas declined.

“You cleaned?” Blitzø was looking at him confused.

“Yes? Is it so hard to believe?” Stolas forced a laugh.

“A little… I mean I remember your attempts at cooking.” Blitzø mumbled

“I believe Loona has some photographic evidence if that would help give credit.” Stolas huffed, he placed a hand on his hip “And I am not such an atrocious cook anymore.”

Blitzø smirked “Have a couple slices, since you helped out.” He went and piled up slices of pizza onto a single plate, he came back towards Stolas and stepped past to enter his office “You coming?” He asked from inside.

Stolas hooted and followed after, he heard some giggling from the conference room before the door slammed closed, unsure if he should also close the office door Stolas opted to leave it open a crack and took the seat across from Blitzø for clients.

He took some pizza, Blitzø was already finishing his first slice, watching him a bit warily “It’s not good but it’s cheap.” he shrugged, his tail swishing anxiously behind him.

“I’m sure it's much better than burnt pancakes.” Stolas tittered.

Blitzø’s cheek twitched, fighting a smile “What can you cook now?”

“I’m very skilled at-” he paused for dramatic effect “cereal!” Stolas flashed jazz hands at his reveal.

Blitzø burst out laughing “That's not cooking, that's pouring milk!”

“Blitzy I'm hurt you would insult my greatest life accomplishment!” Stolas mocked being mortally wounded.

“If you didn’t have a personal chef you would literally die-” Blitzø’s laughter died immediately at his own jest, he looked sullenly at Stolas for a brief moment, before turning his gaze downward.

“Perhaps I can prepare some for you, sometime.” Blitzø didn’t respond, Stolas was unsure why the mood soured so quickly or how to get it back so he ate his food as they both slipped into silence.

“Hey, show me how to make one.” Blitzø held up the origami horse he had made him.

“Gladly.” Stolas smiled softly, he stood up to come beside Blitzø, leaning over and slowly working through the steps until they had both created a horse, Blitzø’s was a little mangled but the next one was much more improved. Soon enough they had a pile of different coloured paper horses on the desk, Blitzø grabbed the pile and called an office meeting to begin naming each one. Insisting Stolas should stay and give his input.

Moxxie complained about wasting company time, the two imps quickly got into an argument, Millie egged them on as she came to sit beside Stolas “Glad you stuck around?”

“Yes, thank you Mildred.”

“Anytime!” She bumped her shoulder against his arm.

Chapter 15: Possession

Chapter Text

It had been a couple weeks since Stolas’ had dropped his grimoire off with Blitzø, they had sent a few texts back and forth, mostly pictures of origami horses being hidden around the office or reactions of Moxxie finding said horses, it was a new game Blitzø was very proud of. It was also an easy way to break the ice when Stolas really just wanted to hear from Blitzø, a tactic he employed nearly every day, sometimes he even got a phone call from the imp who would say it was easier than texting.

Stolas: How is Stapler doing?

Blitzy ♥: brekin teh record

Blitzy ♥: will b a gret ninja pony 1 day 🥷

Stolas: Oh that's wonderful! You are brilliant at finding the best hiding places.

A call came through to his phone, the whole screen lighting up with a photo of Blitzø during the pain games Stolas had captured “Hello Blitzy!” Stolas flicked his wrist to close his office door with magic, in case Stella decided to take a stroll down this wing of the palace.

“I really am brilliant aren’t I?” Blitzø boasted, skipping the hello.

“Oh yes, I wouldn’t be surprised if Moxxie never finds Stapler.” Stolas leaned his face against the hand holding the phone while the other grazed over the talon marks that marred the wooden desk from when they were teenagers acting on their lust unrestrained. Not that they had changed much in that regard as adults.

“Beginning to think you’re never going to find the one I hid at your place too.” Blitzø chuckled.

“What, here? How and when did you do that?” Stolas dropped his quill immediately, shuffling papers and opening drawers to look for a paper horse.

“I’ve snuck in and outta that palace without anyone knowing a thousand times, you honestly doubting I could slip in without even you knowing?” Blitzø scoffed at him.

“Hm perhaps, I feel I would take notice.” Stolas was walking to the bookshelves now scanning over the spines.

“Not my fault you still sing opera at the top of your lungs when you’re alone in the greenhouse.” Blitzø laughed softly “Bet you didn’t know I even knew that eh feathers?”

Stolas hadn’t known that, he usually restrained himself to a hum when Blitzø or Octavia were with him in the greenhouse, they had been the only people to ever join him “Why wouldn’t you stop in to say hello?”

There was silence for a few seconds. “Didn’t want to interrupt. Why cactuses?”

So he had been over a few days after returning from Wrath “They were growing near the Bed and Breakfast I stayed at. I couldn’t resist bringing some home. I’ve never grown any, so it should be a fun challenge. Unlike trying to find this horse.” Stolas was beginning to gather magic in his hand ready to simply summon it to him.

“Magic is cheating.”

Stolas immediately snuffed it out, clamping his hand shut and spinning around to look for Blitzø “Are you here right now?” He quickly ascended the stairs that flanked his desk, looking to see if the imp had been hiding on the ledge above him.

“I’m not that good.” Stolas could hear the eye roll “I just know you.”

“Could you give me a hint?”

“Hm… no” Blitzø chuckled.

“Oh come on now, at least tell me which room it is in.”

“That’s too easy.”

“The palace is too big for me to find one paper horse.”

“Guess you should’ve thought of that before being hatched a prince.”

“Well I’ll just take that up with my father then.” Stolas huffed “Why don’t you come over tonight? You can tell me if I’m getting colder or hotter.” He tried to switch to some more flirtatious banter, hoping Blitzø would be enticed to come spend some time together. He had been vulnerable with Stolas in Wrath, asking to see him to seek comfort, even if he didn’t want to open up completely, it was a step in the right direction.

“I… guess that could be… fun.” Blitzø seemed to be choosing his words carefully “I’ll think about it. Have to get back to work now.”

“Okay, enjoy your day Blitzy, be safe.” Stolas wasn't sure if Blitzø had even heard it all as the call disconnected. He returned to his work finishing what needed to be done before setting off to find Via, she told him about her day until dinner was served. The two joined Stella at the table, Via slipped her headphones in, bobbing her head to the music so Stolas opened his book taking the opportunity to read a bit while Stella yelled at someone on the phone as she often did.

Hours had passed since he’d spoken to Blitzø, he sent a text asking how his day had been but received no response. Stolas said good night to his daughter, excusing himself to his room. He hadn’t expected to see Blitzø sitting on the chaise lounge when he entered. “Blitzy, you came!”

Stolas padded over, bending down to hug Blitzø who leaned away “Yeah well I was bored.”

The prince tried not to let it bother him that his touch was rejected “Lets see if we can fix that.” Stolas returned the book he had been reading to its place on the shelves. “How was work?” He asked as he scanned for the paper horse.

“Long and tiring.” Blitzø watched curiously “Cold.”

Stolas left the shelves, heading towards the bathroom “Did your trip to earth go well?” He entered the room, opening cupboards, noticing Blitzø did not join him.

“We found the target and killed them. So as well as you expect. Freezing.” Blitzø called over.

Stolas re-entered the main room, he slowly walked around the bed, peeking in a bedside table drawer “And how is Loona?”

Blitzø sighed “Perfect as always.” Stolas gave him a knowing smile, Blitzø was a very doting father it had turned out, his daughter could do no wrong, the imp rolled his eyes “A bit moody lately. You're still cold.”

Stolas began to walk towards Blitzø, gazing at the ceiling wondering if he might have stuck it somewhere with glue, he would prefer that over it being in another room entirely. He was about to ask another question to keep the small talk going but Blitzø cut him off when he opened his beak.

“Warmer.” Stolas continued closer to Blitzø “Warmer.” He was standing in front of him now “Hot.” Stolas knelt to his knees, readying to peer under the couch when Blitzø uncrossed his legs “Hotter.” Stolas placed a hand on the cushion, he inched it towards Blitzø and watched as he raised an eyebrow and shook his head, so Stolas instead reached under the cushions his talons instantly brushing against paper.

He pulled the yellow paper horse out “Really that's where you hid it? How did you ever expect me to find it?” Stolas stayed kneeled in between Blitzø legs, turning the horse over to see ‘Spirit’ written on the side, he smiled at it. ‘ I should dig up that old TV so we can watch it. ’

“I didn’t.” Blitzø plucked the paper from him, stuffing it into his pocket.

“I can’t keep it?”

Blitzø smirked “Maybe, if you are a good boy and do what I say.” Stolas flushed as Blitzø removed his belt “Let's see how long you can resist touching yourself” Blitzø cupped his cheeks leaning in so close Stolas thought they would kiss and closed his eyes “Don’t move unless I tell you.”

Blitzø slowly pulled off his bracers, Stolas already felt his hand reaching out to take Blitzø’s, the imps' tail smacked him on the backside, Stolas hooted in surprise “Already being a brat.” Blitzø looked more annoyed than usual.

“Sorry…” Stolas clicked his beak together “Daddy.” Blitzø’s pupils blew out, it was always fun to see his reaction to the moniker. Blitzø smirked then reached to unzip his pants, pulling his erection out he slowly pumped his hand up and down. Stolas watched with rapt attention at the way Blitzø’s thumb circled the tip of his co*ck, teasing the slit then the way his fingers dragged against those delightful ridges. He loved feeling them rub against his inner bundle of nerves or against his tongue, his thighs pressed together, slick already spreading to his thighs while he watched Blitzø masturbat*. Then he noticed a small trail of black blood run across the white scarring of Blitzø’s hand. “What happened?”

Stolas immediately reached out to take Blitzø’s hand in his own “Hey I said no moving-” he flinched when he tried to pull his hand away, Stolas reached up to pull his jacket sleeve down, the shirt underneath was damp with blood. “It’s nothing, my bandage must’ve come loose.”

Stolas frowned at him “Why didn’t you say you were hurt?” Blitzø ignored him as Stolas unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it down his arm to see the sloppy wrapping over a deep wound. “This needs stitches.” Stolas opened a portal to a supply closet and pulled out a first aid kit.

“Do you even know how to give someone stitches?” Blitzø eyed him warily.

“Hm… no.” Stolas opened the kit, looking for some sort of needle but only finding basic bandage supplies “I have a spell that may work! I don’t have a large repertoire of healing spells but I have a basic mending spell I know off hand.” He doubted it would make the skin heal completely but it could close the wound.

“Um… I don’t know.” Blitzø tried to slip his arm out from Stolas’ hold.

“It will be fine, how do you think the sheets are always intact after one of our adventurous evenings” Stolas gave him a playful smile, his hand warming as magic swirled around it “May I?”

“Fine. Do whatever you want.” Blitzø turned his face away. Stolas ran the magic over the laceration, the skin closed together, healed past a scabbing phase leaving tight lighter skin. “Thanks.”

“One more thing.” Stolas left for the bathroom, he searched through his various lotions and oils grabbing a poultice and returning to Blitzø. “This should help it keep from scarring.” Stolas began to rub the mixture over his skin.

“What’s one more?” Stolas tried to look at Blitzø but he was keeping his gaze firmly turned away from the prince.

“That's no reason not to take care of yourself.” Stolas fully removed Blitzø’s shirt, taking the time to rub the lotion over his other scars, it wouldn’t undo the damaged skin but he hoped it would ease some tension, Blitzø remained quiet but let Stolas continue “Will you tell me what happened?”

“No.” Stolas frowned, he was certain if he scoured news articles he would be able to find out something, his scarring was substantial, possibly from an accident that would’ve been reported on but Blitzø had been clear that he did not want to tell Stolas. He didn’t know if it would be a betrayal to look into it himself so he was going to wait for Blitzø to tell him. “Not today.” Blitzø whispered so low Stolas nearly missed it. The imp pulled his shirt back on abruptly, standing up from the chaise, looking as if he was preparing to leave already.

“Would you like to watch a movie?” Stolas wasn’t ready to spend the evening alone, “Of course I understand if you’d rather head home.” Blitzø thought for a moment, hesitating before pulling his jacket on, he shrugged.

“Depends on the movie.”

“How about Spirit?”

Blitzø’s face pulled into a half smile “You still have it?”

“Yes, I think it is being stored in one of the lesser used wings.”

Blitzø rolled his eyes “Pray tell, doth we have to promenade all the way there.” he imitated Stolas tone, far more exaggerated as he placed one hand to his forehead “My constitution is far to weak” and pretended to faint, Stolas used his magic to catch him but he let the imp get much closer to the floor than in the past when they’d played this game of teasing.

“Well then you stay here dear sir, I will return post haste.” Stolas laughed, depositing Blitzø on the cushions, opening a portal to the far end of the palace, quickly summoning the television and VHS, within minutes they were sitting together on the chaise as the movie began to play.

It wasn’t long into the film that Blitzø’s head leaned against Stolas’ arm, having fallen asleep, Stolas lowered his head to rest in his lap, the imp curled into himself, tail wrapping around his middle as Stolas massaged his scalp. A purr rumbled out of his chest, Blitzø had clearly been refusing to let this happen in front of Stolas, and the prince wasn't sure if he knew he did it in his sleep every time they were together.

“Shh remember we can't be seen.” Blitzø berated Millie and Moxxie as he slammed closed a dumpster lid, stumbling backwards into a pile of trash. They had been wrapping up a successful hit on Earth, the body disposed of in said dumpster and waiting for Loona to open the portal.

“Pardon my word sir, but you’re currently being the loudest.” Moxxie chastised him.

“I said shush you dick sucking lips Moxxie!” He made sure you poke his mouth with his now trash covered claw. Mox slapped his hand away heading off down the alley to join Millie, the portal opened up as she walked through but Blitzø heard the co*cking of a gun, he leapt forward shoving Moxxie to the ground yelling “Get down!” as a net whizzed past them.

The mystery person loaded another net and a second propelled down from a rooftop, he couldn’t risk these people gaining access to hell so he yelled for Loona to close the portal, she did as was told and Moxxie thankfully snapped to attention pulling out a gun, the two of them could make quick work of the assailants or they would’ve if Moxxie didn’t get hit with a tranq that instantly knocked him out.

Blitzø grabbed the unconscious imp, using his body to shove the suited women out of the way taking a turn further down the alleyway, the two chased after him and he hit a dead end, turning on them and pulling out his gun “Back off you tuxedo wearing f*cks!”

It would be close, they had both their weapons aimed at him, he only had one, still he wasn’t going down without a fight, right when he went to fire one of them pulled the trigger and he was being tased, not once but twice, the pain was too intense he couldn’t fight off the pull of oblivion was he slipped unconscious as well.

He came too in an interrogation room, tied to a chair, even his tail had been chained down to some heavy bowling ball. He tried to wiggle it loose to see if he could drag the weight but it wouldn’t budge. Moxxie was tied to a chair behind him, Blitzø could see he was slumped over still not awake yet.

The two goons who caught them were whispering in a corner of the room, one of them looked over “Well well well. Aren’t you a tough one, demon scum!” The other smiled menacingly.

Blitzø remained quiet, waiting to see if they would monologue him some helpful information about where he was, he noted the matching ‘D’ pins they were wearing and assumed they might be part of a larger organization, not just two humans who got lucky. He moved on to clocking any exits in the room, a door, a partial glass wall, and vents, he needed to get at least one limb free or hope they got close enough for him to head butt them.

Eventually Moxxie groaned as he woke up, Blitzø could hear his panic “Finally awake huh little fella, your partner has been for a while now.”

Blitzø finally spoke up “Look sh*t bag it takes a lot to keep me down alright. I took a f*ck ton of tranquilizers in the college I dropped out of.” He watched the annoyance build on the womens face, maybe they could piss them off enough into slipping up and make their escape.

The two began to question them about who they work for, how they got to Earth and why they were murdering people. Blitzø cut them off demanding iced coffee, Moxie picked up on the direction he was headed and made a very long and complicated order “Wow I was getting massive douche chills just there Mox. Congrats.” They smiled at each other, good they were definitely on the same page on what to do here.

Naturally the captors threatened to torture them, very cliche, Moxxie handled it with his long winded explanation about why that wouldn’t work. Using his ‘I’m much smarter than you.’ voice. While Blitzø went a different route “Or we might like too much and you’ve got a whole new thing to deal with.” He looked back to the other one.

“What do you mean by that?” He asked

Satan they were dumb, it was kind of embarrassing these people managed to catch them “Oh you’re stupid huh? I could work with stupid, daddy likey dummy.” Blitzø gave him a wide toothy grin making the man stumble backwards as Moxxie laughed at them.

They both continued their verbal assault, riling the humans up, one crying as he yelled “Stop insulting my mother she's dead!” his partner consoled him, suggesting they leave Blitzø and Moxxie alone in the room ‘ Perfect ’.

Once they left Blitzø began trying to struggle to break free but the bindings wouldn’t give, Moxxie was quiet and sullen, Blitzø didn’t want him to feel to hopeless “Don’t worry Mox, if we keep being obnoxious they'll eventually slip up and we’ll get a chance to get out. Lets just keep f*cking with them until they get so frustrated they stop thinking clearly, it usually works.”

“I’m just worried about Millie, she’ll be on her way now I’m sure.”

Blitzø continued to struggle, his chair tipping slightly, maybe he could tip over and gnaw at the bindings around Moxxie to get him free first, “She’ll be fine Moxxie. It would take a roided up hippo to take down that woman when she’s upset.”

“We’ve never dealt with the human government before, she’s in danger.” He was starting to get frustrated with the other imp, more worried about Millie than himself while they were very much the ones in direct danger.

“Do you honestly ever shut up about Millie.” He noticed a faint smell, almost like wine but ignored it “It’s always ‘Oh hows Millie, I can’t tonight I’m hanging with Millie, I’m so worried about Millie’ and she’s always five f*cking feet away from you! It’s pathetic.”

“That was oddly personal.” Moxxie gave him a curious look.

Blitzø really hadn’t meant to say so much, he just started talking and couldn’t stop “You know you're right, I dont know why the f*ck I just let my guts spill like that.”

“Sir, they are filling this room with something!”

“f*ck what the hell is this.” He sniffed that strange aroma again, much stronger now as a green gas was pouring around their feet, why hadn't he been paying closer attention?

“I think it must be some kind of airborne truth-telling serum.”

Blitzø rolled his eyes, Moxxie always acted like the smartest demon in the room “Oh you just guessed that's what it is.”

“Well just ask me something specific I wouldn’t normally tell you.”

“Okay, does Millie ever peg you?” Blitzø smirked as Moxxie got a big grin on his face.

“Sometimes” His scowled then “Wait, ew f*ck! Why that!”

Blitzø laughed, “I knew it.”

Moxxie gritted his fangs “Oh yeah! Are you really just f*cking the prince for the grimoire?”

Blitzø fought to hold the words back, f*ck Moxxie for asking that “No, I like being around him… sometimes.” He felt like his throat was constricted as that truth spilled from him, he closed his eyes and shook his head as if he could ignore it.

“f*ck I’m sorry.” Moxxie tried to back peddle.

Blitzø wasn’t willing to drop it though “You think you’re so f*cking clever but you woudln’t have figured out how to save the business!”

“Well your suit is tacky!” He yelled back.

Blitzø gasped “How f*cking dare you! You have sh*tty taste in music!” A pained look overcame Moxxie “Ah I’m sorry!” This gas was too potent, they couldn't seem to stop themselves from lashing out.

“sh*tty taste? You said you liked that musical I recommended to you!” Tears gathered in his eyes.

“I lied! I left halfway through!” They both began crying as more truths poured from them, the gas never seeming to dissipate as it filled the room until Blitzø was coughing and dizzy from the noxious fumes, his world starting to shift and blur. “Moxxie?” He tried to look at the other imp who seemed to be slipping into a delirium, he could hear him humming a tune as his head swayed.

The room slowly melted away into a grey landscape, the ropes were gone from around Blitzø he stood from his seat as it began to sink into mud that also clung to his boots trying to drag him under too. He was in a clown suit that wouldn’t come off, as he tried to pry it from himself flying globs of colourful muck circle him, screeching and dropping mud onto his head.

He fell backwards, dragging out of the sinking pit as one of the creatures took on the solid form of Moxxie who was berating him “I simply follow your orders, it isn’t my fault if your orders are as nonsensical as a sun tanning bed left out on the cold rainy porch of a fresh April shower.”

“Why are you talking like that? What the f*ck does that even mean?!” Blitzø had found his footing again, confused by Moxxie’s speech, he was using a tone that told Blitzø he was less than him, not as smart or refined.

“I am simply speaking Satan's plain English! Perhaps you should crack open a dictionary some time! And then maybe you can understand half of the frivolous things I carry on and on about on my many rants about-” Moxxie glared up at him but Blitzø turned his attention away, more of those muck creatures were swirling around, taunting him.

“Shut up!” He finally yelled at Moxxie, he needed to get out of here, this wasn’t real. He tried to walk somewhere, anywhere but those creatures blocked him and Moxxie continued to stalk after him.

“Admit it, my dear boss, you don't know what you are doing half the time... and you depend on me and the missus to manage your foolish flights of fancy!”

“I don't need you! I can do this sh*t on my own so easily!” He had done it on his own before, he could live without anyone again.

Moxxie scoffed at him “You could never be on your own, you could never let go of the past, why even Prince Stolas has been dragged back into your messy life.”

Before Blitzø could retort one of the creatures wrapped around his throat dragging him back only releasing to shift into Striker “But, ya don't wanna do things alone, Blitzo!” His tail rattled as he grinned down at Blitzø “You could have joined me but you wanted to be a little filthy secret.”

Blitzø was yanked away again before he could try to lunge at Striker, this time he was tossed into the air free falling until he was caught by Fizzarolli and Barbie “You tried the solo act, it didn't work out so well!” Fizz laughed at him, it was distorted and rough from the damage done in the fire.

“Always crawling right back to your roots, thief!” Barbie mocked him.

“You stole our future.” They said in unison, faces closing in on Blitzø.

Blitzø tried to claw away from them, fear pumping through his veins, he couldn’t face these two, anyone but them. He was harshly tossed away landing in the mud face first, as he spit some out he heard a new voice “Yet you still shove away anyone who gets too close until they resent you for being a selfish, sh*tty, sh*t f*ck!” Verosika was crawling towards him now, grabbing his face making him look into her eyes and face the hurt in them.

He shoved her away scrambling in the mud as a set of stairs formed from it, feathers rained down cleaning away the mud leaving it pristine. Blitzø raced upwards, looking back to see if the hallucinations were following him, they remained below laughing and mocking him.

Blitzø slipped slamming his face against the stairs, “Are you afraid to love people, Blitzy?” Stolas’ voice called out, Blitzø finally looked up to see the prince sitting on a gilded throne, flanked but copies of himself fanning the owl.

Stolas smiled at him, feathers landed on Blitzø’s wrists and golden shackles wrapped around them as he climbed up the stairs, his clown suit finally returning to his normal clothes. Once he stood before Stolas a final gold shackle wrapped around his neck connected to a chain in Stolas’ hands. He was being dragged in by the prince, not even trying to pull away.

“I believe your subconscious is trying to tell you that you simply cannot fathom proper intimacy, but... also crave it as well.” Moxxie began climbing the steps, and he was right Blitzø couldn’t ever run from his past no matter how many times he tried to, couldn't break this connection to Stolas, and never truly wanted to.

Blitzø let himself be pulled in close to Stolas’ face, the owl smiled and tipped his chin up, he felt the urge to kiss him “It's rather unfortunate, sir, considering it's often how you treat those who stand by you…” Moxxie continued his rant, Blitzø’s attention was wavering back to the prince in front of him, their lips were so close if he just leaned in they would touch. “Are you worried we may all have enough of it one day as well? Will you burn down all our lives too.'' The others spoke in unison with Moxxie.

“Stop f*cking talking all of you!” He turned to yell at them as they began to fade back into the colourful muck creatures they had been before,

Stolas’ grip tightened on the collar, his smile was sinister “You’re going to die alone.” He whispered before fading away into golden magic. Blitzø stepped away from the crumbling throne, the other voices began laughing and chanting “You’re going to die alone Blitzo” they swirled together high up in the sky while Blitzø’s body was consumed by golden feathers, clawing at his face to uncover his mouth and screaming out as he’s pulled into the golden storm.

He’s not sure how much time has passed but at some point the hallucination fades and the interrogation room slowly comes into focus, he is exhausted but can hear the hiss of the fumes being vented out.

He notices Moxxie’s breathing has relaxed, clearly free from the effects now too, but the two sit in silence until finally the smaller imp breaks it to ask if he remembers what he said to him after his first day at I.M.P.

Blitzø does remember this yet he lies because he can again “Not really.”

“I remember. You told me I did a good job and that you were proud to work with me. I feel like you wanted to say something more judgmental, but... you said that because I needed it... and it helped.” Moxxie glanced his way, all Blitzø could think of was that hallucination threatening to leave him behind so without making eye contact he replied honestly.

“Look, I'm hard on you, because I know what you're capable of, Mox. You care too much about what everyone thinks except for... me, because, y'know, my opinion is correct, but just... keep doing a good job. 'Kay? You shoot and kill good, you escape things easy... you can be strategic and cold-blooded when you need to, and don't expect any more compliments, I'm maxed out.” He just wanted to sink onto his couch and sleep for a week.

“Thank you, sir.” Before they continued their heart to heart Millie burst through an air vent “Millie!” they both cheered, Loona breaking in from the glass pane on one wall, the human she’d used to shatter it being tossed to the ground.

“Loonie!” Blitzø doesn’t have time to yell at Millie for bringing his daughter on the rescue mission as more humans start filling in, they pull weapons out from his emergency pack. “Okay, I've had one too many emotions for today! Guys… let's f*ck these f*ckers up !”

Stolas is in his office when he suddenly becomes extremely unsettled, his magic pressing against his skin insistently, he abandons his work to pace around the room in an attempt to settle himself. While trying to literally shake the nerves from his body he realized he couldn’t feel the grimoire in Hell.

‘ Odd, he hasn’t taken it to earth in a while. ’ Stolas began to worry so he opened a portal to that long expanse of water and solar systems. He didn’t need to go to this place for his prophecies but sometimes it helped when he was struggling to focus on an answer, now he used it to raise a orb of water up and look for Blitzø within it.

The imp came into focus, he was in some concrete room with the rest of I.M.P, there were bodies and discarded weapons all over, a siren blaring and red lights pulsing. The group was crowded at a sealed door, Loona trying to read the grimoire to open a portal back to Hell, he could hear her voice distorted “sh*t, I can’t… I can't read the spell in this light!”

Blitzø couldn't find another weapon to use, Millie and Moxxie clung to each other as Blitzø spread his arms out wide to protect them and Loona “Ha! You demons aren’t going anywhere now!” Two humans aimed their guns at Blitzø.

Rage bellowed out of Stolas, his magic bursting free uncontrollably as he reached through the orb, not creating a proper portal to bring his body over, he didn’t want to, his mind was screaming at him with the instinct to cause them fear three times greater than what they were inflicting on Blitzø.

His consciousness clung to the shadows cast by the demons, shaping them into his form for the humans to see. They dropped their weapons a fraction, but it wasn’t enough, they needed to be punished for trying to hurt his Blitzø.

He threw his magic at the screens to their left, static over taking one as it rattled, shutting off to reflect him, making it look as though he was standing right behind them. They whipped their heads back to look and Stolas started hurling the screens off the walls at them. “Who dares threaten my Blitzy.” his voice echoed all around.

“Who said that!” One of the humans called out, both aiming their guns around wildly. Even Blitzø was glancing around the room, so Stolas used his magic to caress his cheek before making his steps visible on the ground, walking towards the humans. ‘ How dare they hurt what is mine ’ The woman was getting deliciously scared, when the man tried to shoot towards him Stolas made sure one of the screens knocked him back before sending his incorporeal consciousness into the other's body.

He had never possessed someone before but his instincts knew exactly what to do so he let himself give up control, the corpses in the room rose up, stumbling closer as the woman tried to fight him internally from taking over. He only allowed the struggle only to taste that fear again, he spun her head around when the other human reached out.

Stolas laughed out, his voice emitting from her throat “What’s the matter demon hunter? Never seen a real demon before?” He continued to laugh maniacally as the corpses drew his sigil onto the floor with their own blood, allowing him to be summoned fully.

He burst forth from her mouth, black blood, feathers and shadows spewing out, he continued to hoot and laugh at their horror, high on the taste of their terror. He feels his body pulling together in that dark eldritch form he kept contained deep within himself, wings spreading out as the humans clung to each other. He stalked forward, screeching into their faces ‘ Mine, mine, mine ’ his instinct screamed at him to maim them, rip them limb from limb, leave behind unrecognizable corpses.

But he pulled the shadows of his form back in, shifting into his body, glaring at them cowering on the floor before turning away. He walked over to a control panel, pressing a button that stopped the sirens, lights and unlocked the doors then headed over to Blitzø.

“Stolas?” He looked frightened for a moment, the prince worried he was scared of his other form, but his expression quickly became confused “Hold on, how did you know that we needed help?”

“I have my ways, Darling.” He leaned down, cupping Blitzø’s face in his hands, the imp refused to make eye contact “Are you all right?”

“Ugh I’m fine Stolas.” Blitzø rolled his eyes but looked back into Stolas’. The owl smiled at him, he was safe, seemingly uninjured.

“Hm good.” He rubbed his forehead against the imps, nuzzling him momentarily, “How the f*ck did you get caught by humans? Are you not being careful up here?” He couldn’t help but admonish Blitzø, he knew this was a dangerous job they had decided to get into, he didn’t want to lose Blitzø, to live knowing it was his grimoire that gave him the access to put himself in such peril.

“They caught us off guard, your Highness.” Moxxie supplied, Blitzø’s face was turning into a grimace as he narrowed his eyes at Stolas.

“Unclench your birdpuss Stolas, it's not going to happen again, okay?” Blitzø huffed.

Stolas was a bit frustrated by his cavalier attitude, much the way he was about his own injuries, but the prince didn’t want to get into a whole argument with Blitzø right now, as tempting as it might be. He looked at the humans, “I suppose we are lucky most don’t listen to the demon obsessed lunatics.” He debated if they should simply finish them off now but he wanted them to have a few good years of nightmares of him. Stolas smirked, “They are seen as kooks.” He giggled, still reeling a bit from the frenzied high he experienced “Kooks such a silly word. Now let us all return!”

Stolas opened a portal to the conference room in the I.M.P office “Yes please! I’d like to get back to the correct Hell hole as soon as possible.” He took Millie's hand as they passed by Stolas, she looked up at the prince and mouthed a thank you. Loona passed through after them, grimoire in hand but before Blitzø could leave Stolas lifted him up into his arms.

Blitzø wrapped his arm around Stolas’ neck “Am I going to get any thank you for the rescue, Blitzy?” He asked with a hint of teasing.

“Well I suppose you should.” Blitzø rubbed at his chin as if in thought “Want me to f*ck your brains out tonight?” Blitzø waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Perhaps he didn’t expect Stolas to rise to the bait so quickly but he playfully responded “Very much so.” closing his eyes and leaning in for what he really wanted, a simple kiss. Not expecting to receive one as Blitzø had been a bit all over on his no kissing policy.

Blitzø yanked the feathers at the back of his head, it shocked and excited Stolas whose eyes shot open. “Alright but you’re keeping quiet or I’m using those bear traps.” Blitzø ran a single claw down his cheek, dragging against the flesh, his feathers ruffled up all around his neck and face.

“Oh please do!” He gasped then his face was being pulled down to meet with Blitzø’s lips, their tongues twisting together immediately while they held each other's faces. Stolas walked them through the portal, closing it behind them on the dumbstruck faces of the humans.

“Ugh gross Blitzø.” Loona threw the grimoire at them, Blitzø to his credit caught it without looking but still pulled away from the kiss to reprimand Loona. Stolas buried his head into the imps neck nipping at him while he ranted.

“I have to agree sir, time and place.” Moxxie groaned while Millie just giggled whispering to her husband to leave them alone.

“No one is making you watch Mox!” Blitzø fidgeted until Stolas released him “I'm gonna lock this up.” Blitzø waved the book in front of Stolas “then drop them off and I’ll meet you at yours.” Stolas wasn’t ready to let Blitzø out of his sight just yet, that deeper instinct already clawing and screeching at the idea of being separated so soon, even temporarily.

“I’ll join you.” He offered with a smile, Blitzø narrowed his eyes for a second, as if he could sense that darkness inside Stolas just barely remaining contained, then he shrugged and walked off to his office. The rest of the demons headed for the main entrance, Stolas heard the locking mechanism of the safe clicking into place before Blitzø rejoined them, he turned off the lights, locked the door and ushered everyone to the parking lot.

Blitzø held open the passenger door for Stolas who climbed in thanking the imp, Blitzø closed the door roughly and Stolas heard a low hiss tossed at Millie who had been watching them. They set out, first dropping off Loona then Millie and Moxxie, Blitzø stepped out with them, holding Moxxie back for a moment before letting them leave. Stolas wasn’t sure what the two spoke about but both looked far too serious and very tired.

Blitzø returned, he drove silently towards the palace but his tail snaked over to wrap around Stolas’ leg, then one hand left the steering wheel and rested on the seat in between them. Stolas watched Blitzø face curiously, the imp’s expression remained neutral and focused on the road, so Stolas mimicked his actions, turning his face to the road and placing his hand on the seat next to Blitzø’s. The imps' claws brushed against Stolas’ talons until their fingers intertwined, neither acknowledging the simple act of intimacy.

Blitzø and Stolas sat in the van parked in front of the palace, their hands still intertwined, neither was making a move to exit and head inside. Blitzø looked over at Stolas and found it hard not to see that giant dark form, it had fascinated him. He has always known Stolas was powerful but seeing the prince like that made him wonder if anything could actually hurt Stolas.

“Blitzø?” The imp pulled back from his thoughts at the sound of Stolas’ voice, he was staring back at Blitzø one eyebrow raised “Are you alright?”

Blitzø blinked a few times “Yeah, I’m good.” He wanted to see Stolas like that again, curious what those black feathers would feel like against his skin. Would they be coarse and rough or soft and flowing like liquid across his skin until he was fully engulfed in the waiting darkness.

Stolas’ hand let go of Blitzø’s as the prince leaned forward “Can we kiss again?”

Blitzø licked his lips, his throat was a bit dry, he was breaking his own rule too much “Yes.” Stolas smiled, one hand cupping Blitzø’s cheek before pressing their lips together in a slow kiss, when they pulled apart Blitzø adds “But just tonight.”

Stolas frowns for a moment “Okay.” Now both of his hands are pulling Blitzø’s face when they meet in a feverish kiss. Stolas’ arms wrap fully around Blitzø’s shoulders, he pulls the owl closer until he is awkwardly climbing onto his lap.

Blitzø kept his hands on Stolas’ hips, pulling them down to grind on his erection, the prince moaning out “I want to hear you screech.” He unbuttoned Stolas’ slacks, one hand diving in to rub against his cloaca, already soaked, Stolas grinded against his palm while Blitzø’s free hand worked at his own pants to free himself.

As soon as his co*ck was out Stolas pulled Blitzø hand away and sat himself on it “Oh yes Blitzy!” he cried out while bouncing on him.

“Come on, do it like before.” Blitzø thrusted up on Stolas’ downward motion, making the prince hoot loudly, one hand shot up to grip the roof of the van, talons scratching the metal. Blitzø reached up to grab a fistful of Stolas’ head feathers and yanked back while the one at his hip dug in his claws deeper, drawing blood as he guided him to move faster.

Stolas was panting “I don’t know what you mean.” His eyes were hooded as he looked down at Blitzø “When?”

“When you were threatening those f*ckers.” Blitzø pushed Stolas head down to capture his beak in a kiss, his tongue snaking deep into the owl's mouth and retreating quickly “I want to see you like that right now, pretty bird.”

Stolas’ eyes widened, his feathers ruffled then began to shift to black and red, the van filling with the tingling magic as Stolas partially shifted to his ethereal form. Blitzø leaned back to watch, letting Stolas take the lead again, moving his hand to rub at his sweet spot. Now when Stolas tipped his head back to moan it was that dark screech, full of ancient voices combining into one infernal rumble.

Stolas’ talons pierced Blitzø’s shoulders “Your so f*cking hot Stols” He bit out as Stolas’ tensed around him, edging closer to his release. He leaned back to adjust the angle he was thrusting down at accidently pressing against the van horn. “sh*t!” Blitzø tried to pull him forward.

“No, don’t I'm so close!” Stolas deep voice reverberated around them as he pulled Blitzø’s hand back between his legs “I dont f*cking care who hears! I’m-” He bellowed, his mouth spreading open further than seemed natural, fangs having sprouted around it as magic flared out. Darkness and feathers consumed the inside of the van while Stolas rode out his org*sm completely ignoring the blaring horn.

“Satan that was-” Blitzø’s stomach plummeted as they both dropped through a portal onto Stolas’ bed “A little warning please!” He snapped.

Stolas had already shifted back to his normal self falling onto his back, face flush. He smiled over at Blitzø “I’ve wanted to do that since Wrath.”

“Wait, do you mean back when we stole that car?” Blitzø smirked at the prince.

“Borrowed as I recall.” Stolas tittered. “I wanted you between my legs so badly that night.”

“Hm I certainly tried to be, at least the van is bigger.” Blitzø ran a claw over Stolas’ hip.

“We should do that again.” Stolas beamed at him.

“I agree, lets get those bear traps out-”

Stolas laughed, “No silly.” He stroked Blitzø’s cheek, snuggling up to him “We should go do something fun and reckless, borrow a car and do donuts or go down to some club and dance all night!”

“We aren’t teenagers anymore,” Blitzø deflected “We are too old for all that now.” Blitzø slipped out from Stolas’ embrace, Stolas deflated a bit “We can always do fun reckless sh*t in bed though.” With that Blitzø dug out the box of sexual treasures they had begun to amass, digging out three bear traps and setting them up carefully in the bed. “Ready for round two?”

Stolas smiled tentatively at Blitzø “Always darling.”

“That's right bitch, now lay back and let me have a taste.” Blitzø started this play slower, keeping Stolas away from the traps at first. Taking his time eating the prince out making sure to keep his legs held in place until he neared his peak at which point Blitzø dropped one of Stolas legs, the foot landing hard on the mattress next to a trap which snapped closed, Stolas jolted as he org*smed and Blitzø greedily gulped down his seed.

Blitzø found he thoroughly enjoyed having Stolas on his hands and knees, face hanging above a still open trap while he f*ck him from behind. But when he flipped the owl onto his back, his head landing next to a trap that snapped closed and feeling him clenching deliciously around his co*ck, that was bliss. Stolas was coming down from a fourth org*sm after the last trap was set off when he looked curiously at Blitzø “You haven’t yet?”

“Don’t worry about me, tonight is about thanking you.” Blitzø kicked the last trap off the bed, licking his lips invitingly “Let me take care of you all night.” As the words left his mouth he felt his throat constrict. His hand reached up to feel his neck when an irrational thought crossed his mind that the collar from his hallucination had suddenly manifested again.

Stolas’ hand was over his a second later, trailing down his collarbone as the owl maneuvered Blitzø onto his back “Don’t be ridiculous Blitzy, it's your turn.” Stolas climbed on top, his hands shifting to pin Blitzø’s wrists down. He clenched his hands into fists, that choking sensation returning to his throat, Stolas leaned down to kiss him, one of his feathers floated down and landed on Blitzø’s face “Let me take over-”

“Yellow.” Stolas halted and looked at Blitzo curiously “Sorry I'm not sure why I said that.”

“You told me not to be afraid to say something.” Stolas leaned back, removing his hands “Do you not want me to… take the lead?”

“I just don’t… need to tonight. Really.” Blitzø’s stupid tail began thumping against the mattress anxiously, obviously betraying him because Stolas immediately looked to it. Blitzø gave a large fake yawn “I’m tired, mind if I nap here for a bit?”

Stolas hesitated for a moment “Of course Blitzø. You can stay the whole night, you know.” Stolas pulled back the sheet for the both of them to climb under, the owl wrapped his arms around Blitzø dragging him in so his face was buried in his chest feathers. His hands massaged in between his spikes on his back and head.

“I’m not going to do it.” Blitzø huffed, already fighting the urge to purr.

“I know.” Stolas whispered “Still feels relaxing though right?”

“I guess.” Blitzø closed his eyes, pretending to be lulled to sleep waiting for Stolas’ hands to slow to a stop, then for his breaths to even out before sitting up and scooching to the end of the bed. He was about to slip down and start dressing when he looked back at Stolas, he could hear the echo of the hallucination ‘ Are you afraid to love people Blitzy ’ He should leave but he couldn’t bring himself to look away from the sleeping prince ‘ I can’t do this again. ’ he told himself even as he returned to bed.

Chapter 16: Red

Chapter Text

“Nice work M&M!” Blitzø ruffled Moxxie’s hair as they passed through a portal returning to the office reception area, Millie gave him a high five, their blood splattered hands making a mess.

“Yee f*ckin’ haw that was fun!” Millie hoisted her axe above her head as she shouted. “Any more targets today?”

Moxxie pulled a list out from his coat pocket “We could get a head start on a few more after lunch.” He crossed out five names “Business has been going well.”

“You bet your ass it has! Loonie, are you hungry?” Blitzø walked over to her desk, the girl was scrolling her phone, the grimoire open on her lap.

She shrugged, “I could eat.”

“Alright, lunch it is! My treat, I’ll get the company card!” Blitzø kicked open his office door stopping in his tracks when he saw the whole room filled with bouquets of flowers, covering almost every inch of the room, on the floor, on the chairs and on his desk was a singular tall vase bursting with red roses. Millie squealed so loud behind him, he had to cover his ears.

“Oh my Satan, look Mox!” Millie dragged her husband over then bound into the room, gushing over the different flower arrangements, some were colour coded others a mix of the rainbow, she made her way to the desk.

“Uh what the f*ck Loonie?” Blitzø looked at his daughter “What gives?”

“How would I know?” She had come to stand next to him looking in the room “I thought it smelled weird.” She mumbled.

“You were the only one here, who else would know.” Blitzø rolled his eyes, Millie screamed again “Would you stop that!”

“It’s your birthday B?! Why didn’t you tell us?” Millie was waving a small card in the air, Blitzø stalked into the room, glancing at the calendar as he took the card.

“Huh I guess it is, you know I don’t care about that sh*t Mills.” He opened the folded paper to see Stolas’ fancy script.

Happy Birthday Blitzy

A flower for every happy memory you’ve given me,

I’m so grateful to have you in my life after so many years

With Love, Stolas

“That cheesy dork.” Blitzø ground his fangs together as heat spread across his face, of course this was Stolas, he should've realized it immediately, the damn owl had probably grown every single bloom, hand picked them and made all these bouquets full of hidden flower messages.

“He is so sweet on you boss!” Millie giggled as she shook his arm.

“S-shut up!” Blitzø yanked his arm from her grip, stomped around the vases and fished out the company credit card.

“Is that mine?” Moxxie eyed the black card.

“No, it clearly says Company Card.” Blitzø flashed the back of it.

“That's taped on! Sir you can't just steal my card!” Moxxie tried to snatch the card back so Blitzø held it high above his head, if the smaller imp really cared he would cancel the card when he realized it was missing.

“So are we just not addressing all the satan damn flowers.” Loona had already returned to her phone, sending off text after text seemingly lost all interest.

“What do you want me to do about it right now?” There was no way he’d have room in his apartment but he could bring some home and spread the rest around the office, still they would be drowning in them for a while. Christ on a stick between this and the feathers he was still fishing out of every nook and cranny of his van there wasn’t going to be any place that didn’t have Stolas’ presence ingrained in it “Let's just get some food.”

“Why don’t we close up early instead and celebrate your birthday!” Millie offered, Blitzø rolled his eyes. He hadn't cared about celebrating his birthday since he was a teenager, back when it was spent with family “We can go down to that pub you like and party!”

Moxxie swiped his credit card from Blitzø’s hand while he was distracted “On us.” he said while tucking it back into his wallet.

“Well fine, you two want to get me liquored up to take advantage of me, go for it.” Blitzø smirked at the couple.

“Ugh sir please don’t!” Moxxie grumbled while his wife chuckled, shaking her head. The entire crew left together, piling into the van and driving over to ‘Sip Happens’ starting off with a round of beer and appetizers followed by shots, then another round of shots which lead into a drinking contest that Loona crushed.

Blitzø felt a pleasant buzz filling his head, he listened to Loona and Moxxie bickering over the imps' weight while he gazed out the bar’s front window, the pentagram was starting to lower, they had been here for a while. It was nice being out with everyone, listening to the chaos that ensued when they were together, but something was missing.

“What’cha thinking about B?” Millie leaned over nudging him with her foot.

“None of your business, nosy.” Blitzø’s words slurred a bit, maybe he had more than a slight buzz. He pulled his phone out of his pocket.

“Have you thanked him yet?”

“Who?”

“Don’t play dumb Blitzø.” Millie rolled her eyes.

Blitzø ignored her, swiping up on his phone, his chat with Stolas already open, he scrolled over their conversations, only a few months back in each other's lives and they spoke every day, saw each other once a week, often more. “Getting too friendly.”

“Huh?”

“Nothing” Blitzø hadn’t meant to say that out loud, he wondered if he should slow down on the booze while taking another pull from his sh*tty beer. He polished the drink off “I'm getting another one.” He slid out of his seat walking to the bar and ordered their fruitiest co*cktail, demanding at least two umbrellas and sparklers.

While the bartender worked on his drink Blitzø called Stolas “Happy birthday Blitzy!” the owl squealed, answering on the first ring “Did you get my flowers?”

Blitzø laughed, “Yeah, hard to miss ‘em… thanks… by the way.”

“Of course Darling! Are you having a good day?”

“Mhm, we are out havin’ a few drinks.” The bartender placed his drink on the counter in front of him, Blitzø placed an extra tip down and sipped from the long curving straw, it was as sweet as Stolas’ delicious seed.

Stolas giggled “I suspected.”

“You sayin’ I sound drunk?” Blitzø scoffed, trying to refocus on the public space he was in and not pop a boner.

“Only a bit.” His laughing continued, turning into soft hoots. “Is everyone with you?”

Blitzø looked back at the I.M.P. crew, Moxxie still arguing animatedly despite Loona having disengaged to focus on her phone again, holding a middle finger in the imps face. “Hmm not everyone.”

“Oh?”

“You should…” He hesitated, he wanted Stolas here, really really wanted him here and it scared him that he felt this way. That he was missing the damn prince all the time lately. Didn’t help that he was constantly breaking his own rules with Stolas. Inviting him out tonight, after he gave Blitzø some sappy romantic gift would be a terrible idea. “You should come over and join us.”

There was silence, Blitzø could hear his heart pounding in his ears “Really Blitzy?” Stolas sounded so f*cking happy, it made Blitzø’s stomach do flips “I’ll be there in… oh… fifteen minutes?”

“Okay see you soon.” He hung up and headed back to his table sliding back into place beside his daughter, Loona gave him her signature ‘really?’ look, having overheard his phone call “Whatever, it's my day right? I can do what I want.”

“Awe.” Millie and Moxxie both sighed, their tails wound together as they snuggled up to each other, Blitzø bit back a remark so the couple continued to tease him unrestrained.

“Hey move out of the way.” Loona jabbed Blitzø in the ribs, he moved so she could meander over to the bar and place another order for the table, not a minute later Stolas stepped through the pub entrance, he had to bend to clear the doorway and towered over everyone.

Blitzø watched as Stolas scanned the crowd, his eyes lighting up when he saw the imp who waved over at the prince “Blitzy!” Stolas excused his way through the over-filled bar, Blitzø laughed as the owl tried to awkwardly step over some of the smaller patrons. “Hello Mildred, Moxxie” Stolas caught himself as he began to bow at the two, awkwardly stopping part way.

Blitzø noticed then he wasn’t all dolled up in his usual princely fanfare, instead he had black slacks and a white blouse on, it was open to allow his chest feathers to puff out between the lapels which had small gold embroidered stars on them. “You look cute.”

Stolas flushed “Thank you Blitzy.”

“Uh- you're welcome.” Blitzø felt his own face heat up in response.

“I thought it may be nice to not draw too much attention.” Stolas was running his hands over his pants, as if he was removing wrinkles.

Blitzø rolled his eyes, most of the bar patrons were staring at him right now “I don’t think it worked.” his tail wrapped around Stolas’ waist and dragged the prince down to sit next to him in the booth. At least he wasn’t as towering and domineering now.

Loona reappeared then, taking a seat next to M&M with no hesitation “Hey.” She nodded at Stolas, slouching into her seat.

“Hello Loona, how have you been?” Stolas' voice was overly cheerful, Blitzø chuckled as he leaned his head onto one hand looking up at him, he was always trying so hard with Loona, it was sweet.

“Fine.” She gave a flat response. It was going as well as expected honestly.

“Good.” Stolas was sitting with a stiff straight back, his hands clasped together tightly on his lap, so Blitzø wound his tail around him a little tighter, his spade whacking his hip softly. When he glanced down Blitzø mouthed ‘ Relax. ’ Stolas puffed out an annoyed hoot.

“Here yah go.” A waitress shuffled over placing down shots for everyone and then leaving the bottle of whiskey on the table.

“Happy birthday Dad.” Loona raised her shot to him.

“Loonie-” Blitzø tried to dive across the table and hug his daughter.

“Don’t be such a weirdo!” Loona pushed him back to his seat, Blitzø wiped away a tear before swiping his own shot glass. Everyone else followed suit. They clinked their glasses together and cheered “Happy birthday Blitzø!” before tossing their shots back. Loona poured another round for everyone, and as soon as Stolas’ was empty she refilled it. “You gotta play catch up.”

Stolas laughed and eagerly accepted the drink, his shoulders starting to untense, “Let's play a drinking game!” Blitzø suggested, a bit too loudly as some other patrons gave him an annoyed side eye.

“Medusa!” Millie jumped on her seat.

“Oh no, please not tonight.” Moxxie groaned.

Loona laughed at him “Not our fault you can’t hold your liquor for sh*t.”

“How do you play?” Stolas interrupted the ensuing bickering.

“It’s easy, Stols. Heads down!” Blitzø gripped the back of Stolas’ head pushing it to the table “When I say go look up at someone.” He released the owl “Go!” Blitzø shot up, staring at Stolas who stared back at him “Medusa!”

Stolas blinked at him “Medusa?”

“Too late! I said it first you have to drink!” Stolas looked over to see Moxxie taking a shot having lost to Loona, then quickly tipped his back.

“Okay I think I get it now.” He got a determined look in his eyes as they played a dozen rounds, everyone getting sloshed off the whiskey, until whipping their heads up and down was in danger of becoming a puke risk. Moxxie and Stolas discovered the jukebox, somehow managing to find musical numbers for them to belt out to, the other customers in the bar eventually forming a blockade anytime they returned to the machine, not that it stopped the two singing from memory.

Blitzø was swaying a bit as he watched Stolas laugh uncontrollably, he still had his tail coiled around his waist, anytime Stolas had left the booth Blitzø pouted until the owl returned and he wrapped his tail around him again. His spade rubbed at the small of Stolas’ back, the prince smiled contentedly at Blitzø for a moment before returning to his conversation with Loona.

Blitzø continued to look at Stolas, letting his gaze travel over the exposed tuft of feathers, he licked his lips, he wanted to snuggle into the soft down. A rumble was building in his chest as he shifted closer to Stolas, slipping his hand over Stolas’ intertwining their fingers on the table. He nuzzled his face against Stolas’ arm, just needing to touch him for a little bit.

“Are you okay sir?” Blitzø glanced across the table to see the dumbstruck faces of Moxxie, Millie and Loona.

“The f*ck are you looking at.” Blitzø’s voice was vibrating as his purr curled out from his chest. He wrapped his other arm around Stolas’ waist looking back up at his face which was beat red, his free hand trying to hide his blush. So f*cking pretty, why was Stolas always so f*cking cute all of the time “Mm pretty bird.”

The other side of the table started snickering, “Maybe we should switch to water.” Someone teased “He’s gonna kill us when he’s sober.” another groused.

“So f*cking noisy.” Blitzø snapped, his hand slid down to palm Stolas’ hip. “Come here pretty bird.” he tried to pull Stolas closer “Give me a birthday kiss.”

“Blitzy!” Stolas hooted, “You're drunk Darling!” Stolas’ words were slurring too.

“You’re so f*cking gorgeous.” Blitzø released Stolas hand to dig into his chest feathers, yank him down and running his tongue along the bird’s beak.

“Yeah I'm getting outta here.” Loona stood up “You dorks good?” she addressed Millie and Moxxie, who nodded. She turned a harsh look onto Blitzø and Stolas “I’m going back to the apartment, can you take care of him tonight?”

Stolas was pushing Blitzø’s face away from his own “Yes, have a good night Loona” He looked back at Blitzø who was winding his tongue through his talons “Say good night to your daughter you absolute fiend.” he teased wiping his hand clean on Blitzø’s jacket.

“Night Loonie!!” Blitzø called out “I love you! You're the best daughter ever!”

“You're so embarrassing!” Loona growled at him, she took one last swing of whiskey “I’ll see you in the morning.” she huffed before leaving the pub.

“She’s such a good kid isn’t she Stols?” Blitzø slumped against the owl.

“Yes she is.” Stolas nuzzled one of his horns, Blitzø’s hand inched over his leg, dragging his claws up the smooth fabric, grazing over his centre. Stolas jumped “Blitzy.” He warned, pushing Blitzø’s hand down to a safe spot. “Mildred and Moxxie are still here to celebrate with you.”

Blitzø looked over at the couple then back at Stolas “I don’t care if they watch.” He smirked, hand diving between Stolas’ legs and cupping him, Stolas squawked “Keep that up and the whole bar is gonna be watching.”

“I’m so sorry!” Stolas apologized to M&M, although Moxxie was having trouble keeping his head off the table, eyes closing.

Millie brushed it off “I think we should get home anyways. Have fun boys!” She and Moxxie slipped out of the booth, Moxxie stumbling slightly and holding onto Millie for support.

“Finally!” Blitzø once again tried to grab at Stolas, determined to get his claws deep inside the owl and have him begging for more but Stolas took his hand into his own.

“Would you like to go somewhere private?” Stolas asked.

“Bathroom stall?” Blitzø wagged his eyebrows at the prince, who shook his head with a laugh.

“How about back to the palace, hm? In a comfortable bed?” Stolas was getting out of the booth, holding a hand out to help Blitzø slide out.

“Mm, that sounds nicer.” The imp wrapped his arm around Stolas’ waist as they both stumbled out of the bar, the nearly empty bottle of whiskey being passed between them as they rounded an alley corner and took a portal to Stolas’ room. Blitzø immediately dragged Stolas to the bed and on top of him, their lips connecting, desperately kissing one another like they might not ever kiss again. Which they shouldn’t but f*ck it Blitzø wants Stolas more than anything or anyone right now.

Stolas is rubbing his erection through his pants, he groans out “Oh Bitzy you're so eager tonight.” and it makes Blitzø want more, he wants Stolas to take him tonight, to f*ck him into the matress. He tries to shut the thought out, bury that desire to give up control.

The two were pulling off each other's clothes now, fabric being tossed haphazardly off the bed, Stolas was laying on his front, tongue wrapping around Blitzø’s co*ck as his head bobbed up and down on it, Blitzø started lifting his hips up lightly f*cking into the owls mouth. When Stolas removed his mouth Blitzø whimpered at the loss, the prince giggled only to replace it with his hand, his tongue moving lower to his balls, Blitzø tried to bite back his moan “Lower.”

Stolas gave him a quizzical look “Lower?”

“Yes, lower.” Blitzø nudged his head a little bit.

“Are you sur-”

“f*ck- Yeah- Just put your f*cking tongue in my ass already!” Blitzø snapped, turning his face away in an attempt to hide the blush from Stolas.

Stolas reached up turing the imps face to gaze at him “As you wish Blitzy.” he smiled, giving Blitzø a quick kiss before raising the imps hips slightly off the mattress, holding him steady with one hand, the other resumed pumping his erection, the exact way the imp would do it when alone, while his tongue swirled teasingly over his hole.

Stolas kept all four of his eyes focused on Blitzø’s face as his tongue slowly prodded his entrance “f*ck, more.” Blitzø panted, fighting the natural urge to close his eyes. Stolas’ slipped in further, slowly teasing him from inside, Blitzø whined when his tongue lashed against his prostate.

Stolas chuckled at the sound, slowing the pace of the hand on Blitzø’s co*ck and lazily rubbing against the pleasure spot. Blitzø scrambled to get his feet on the mattress to try and force the owl to increase his pace, the hand holding him up gripped his ass tighter, talon threatening to break the skin as he let out an annoyed snarl, his narrowed eye’s meeting Blitzø’s. He didn’t have to speak for Blitzø to know he was getting put in his place right now.

Blitzø’s head spun, he wanted Stolas to dominate him, to claim him in a way the two hadn’t tried yet but Blitzø always wanted to. “More Stolas.” the owl slowed down further “Please-” It wasn’t enough, he needed more than a tongue, so Blitzø pushed Stolas’ face away, the prince hesitated a moment before relenting to watch Blitzø with a confused expression.

The imp scrambled up the bed, reaching into a bed side table drawer to pull out a small bottle of lube, they rarely had any need for but now he was thankful for it. “Blitzy?” Stolas asked while Blitzø repositioned himself, pressing his chest into the mattress and resting on his knees with his ass up. He lifted his tail after coating his fingers in lube; he spread his hole, teasing a finger into it while Stolas watched with a flush spreading across his cheeks

“f*ck me.” Blitzø tried not to sound like he was begging but failed.

Stolas sat up, he came up behind Blitzø placing one hand on his hip while the other traced up his legs, a talon soon replacing Blitzø’s claw. The imp gripped the sheets while Stolas eased in and out, spreading him until he could add a second talon, thrusting in and curling against his prostate making Blitzø mewl and plead. “Do you want more Darling?” He leaned down to whisper into Blitzø’s ear.

“Yes” Blitzø rocked backwards to meet his thrusts, he could feel Stolas’ magic in the air, the violet glow lighting up the room. Blitzø turns his head slightly back to see Stolas’ hips covered by lacey lingerie that had an ‘O’ ring at the centre “You been waiting to f*ck me or something?” Blitzø panted out.

Stolas smirked before holding up two dild*’s “Which would you like tonight?”

Blitzø shuddered at the thought of this happening again, he looked at the options he was given. One was Stolas’ preferred toy, a deep red imp co*ck complete with ridges and a pointed tip while the other was a galaxy of swirling purples and black, it was thicker with two knots, one at the middle and another near the base. Blitzø’s tail wrapped around the red one whipping it across the room. “Exquisite choice”

Stolas slipped the dild* into place, poured more lube over it before easing into Blitzø who moaned as the first knot was slowly worked inside. Soon Stolas was fully seated, waiting a moment for Blitzø to relax or to beg the imp wasn’t sure, when he started pushing his hips back to force him to move Stolas held him still, lightly slapping his ass “Be patient Blitzø.”

“I can’t-” he didn’t finish his sentence, Stolas pulled out nearly to the tip before slamming back to the hilt again. “f*ck!” Blitzø cried out as Stolas set a brutal pace, it was absolute bliss.

He could feel precum slipping out of his co*ck, Blitzø reached a hand down to pump at it but Stolas smacked his ass again “No touching. You’ll cum from this only tonight.” punctuating his words by hitting Blitzø’s prostate.

His claws tore into the sheets, tears built in the corners of his eyes, it was too much and not enough he vaguely heard his own voice calling out for more, harder, deeper. His heart pounded wildly in his chest “Stols-” he mewled out “M’ close-”

Stolas was leaning over him again, feathers brushing against his back, his tail wrapped around the owl's waist, his thrust getting more focused on tipping him over the edge “Cum for me darling.” he whispered as he ran a tongue over his horn. Blitzø moaned uncontrollably as his co*ck pulsed and spilled over the sheets, Stolas thrusted a few more times to work him through it, when he finally did pull out Blitzø whimpered and collapsed to the mattress.

Blitzø tried to pull Stolas down next to him “Let me clean up first.” He placed a kiss on his lips, Blitzø wrapped his arms around his neck.

“Don’t bother, just going to make a mess again in a bit.” He was barely able to keep his eyes open, he hadn’t received in a long time, and wasn’t sure it had ever felt as good as that before.

“Oh, will you want another round?” Stolas teased.

“I want you to sit on my face but I need a few minutes.” He puffed out a breath, Stolas tittered, lifting Blitzø into his arms. The imp snuggled into his chest being carried off to the bathroom, Stolas approached the tub “No, I don’t wanna wait.”

Instead of filling the bath Stolas walked them into the shower, sitting on the wooden bench within, the water pouring down from above like a waterfall. Blitzø let his eyes slide close as Stolas cleaned him up, they snuggled until the steam was so thick it was hard to take a full breath before returning to the bed. Blitzø did convince the prince to do a quick round of oral, slightly annoyed he was practically begging to have Stolas use face to cum and let him taste that addictive seed. Stolas collapsed next to him just as exhausted afterward, with his eyes closed he used magic to clean the sheets and the two passed out wrapped up in each other's arms.

Sun was streaming in from the balcony doors, Stolas groaned as he woke up from it casting across his face, head pulsing from too much whiskey as his eyes blinked open slowly. First he glared at the light about to raise his hand to block it out but finding his tangled with Blitzø’s, he glanced at the sleeping imp now enjoying the way the sun cast its rays over his face. ‘ He stayed all night again. ’ Stolas’ heart was soaring.

“Stop staring, I’m trying to sleep.” Blitzø mumbled but remained unmoved.

“I’m not stopping you by looking.” Stolas leaned in, tapping his beak against Blitzø’s horn with a sharp click.

Blitzø grumbled as he shook his head to knock Stolas’ off, burying his face deeper in the pillow “I’m so f*cking hungover.”

Stolas ran a talon along Blitzø’s back “Would you like breakfast?”

“It’s like noon Stols.” Blitzø muffled out, one yellow eye opened to look at him, his face was staying firmly planted. He rubbed the small of his back “Satan, were trying to break my ass last night?”

Stolas tittered while sitting up, summoning his robe to the bed preparing to shuffle out and grab some pain killers then food for the two. A tail wrapped around his waist before he could move to the edge of the bed.

“Where you goin’?” Blitzø was still watching him.

“I’ll be back, I want a chance to redeem myself for the last time I made you breakfast.” Stolas brushed his hand softly over the spade of Blitzø’s tail, for a moment he considered staying in the bed and not wasting an opportunity to snuggle, Blitzø seemed to still be in a receptive mood.

Blitzø grunted “Fine.” his tail unraveled and slipped under the blanket.

Stolas popped into his washroom, he quickly took his meds shoving them into a drawer, then a pain killer, he left one on the bedside table for Blitzø. He stepped out of his room, nearly stumbling over Pringles “Oh I’m sorry!” The small imp maneuvered quickly out of talon's path.

“I am alright, your highness.” He gave a swift bow. “Is your… guest staying?” Stolas noticed he was holding a change of bedding in his arms.

Stolas flushed “Yes, there is no need for that.” Pringles nodded, turning to leave “Um.. do you happen to know… if... well has she-”

“Stella has taken her leave, she is visiting with Marquis Andrealphus for a few days. Princess Octavia is… accompanying her.” Pringles interrupted Stolas’ fumbling question, choosing his words carefully. Stolas knew he meant Octavia was being dragged along, he had argued with Stella over her weekend trips with their daughter and was accused of trying to turn Octavia against her, so he relented.

“Thank you.” Pringles bowed and disappeared around the corner. Stolas made his way to the kitchen, there was an imp busing herself with polishing the silverware. Stolas gave her a nod in greeting as he opened the fridge.

“Good morning your Highness, would you like me to prepare something for you.”

“Not necessary Cora, I will handle the cooking.” He pulled out the milk then reached for two bowls.

“Are you sure? I could help you make something for your company.” Stolas flushed again, it seemed the whole household knew Blitzø was here. He glanced down at the older woman, she had been working here for a long time and gave him a knowing look “We can manage something more impressive than cereal.” she winked.

“No, I really would like to do this on my own.” He probably sounded silly insisting he do this for Blitzø, Cora reached a hand out to pat the back of his calf, her gaze shifting behind him, she smiled, gave a small bow and left the room. Stolas turned to see Blitzø standing in the doorway. “Oh you could’ve waited, Blitzy!”

Blitzø stretched his arms up as he walked into the kitchen, Stolas noticed he was wearing only boxers and Stolas’ Loo Loo Land shirt “Overheard we have the place to ourselves. Figured I didn’t need to… hideout.” he shrugged. “Right?”

“Of course.” Stolas wanted to be able to tell Blitzø they could have their run of the palace everyday, but it wasn’t time yet, he was still unable to convince Stella to agree to a divorce. He could feel the frown on his face and Blitzø’s watchful eyes so he forced a smile “Hungry?”

Stolas pulled out a box of Greed Seed “That is not going to soak up the amount of booze I ingested last night.” Blitzø snatched the box with his tail, he frowned at it for a moment before stuffing it back in the cupboard. “Let's make something else.”

Stolas watched as the imp started scrounging through the fridge, he handed over a carton of eggs and a package of bacon then grabbed two frying pans. “What shall I do?” Stolas asked, not wanting to just watch Blitzø do all the work.

“Think you can handle toast?” Blitzø asked as he started laying strips of bacon in the pan, covering it with a grease splatter screen.

“Oh yes!” Stolas cheerfully pulled out the toaster, while grabbing a loaf of bread he found a box of pancake mix and grabbed it as well.

Blitzø looked over when Stolas started pulling out a mixing bowl “Oh no, you’re not making that unsupervised.” he waved a spatula around pointedly “You're on toast duty.”

“Blitzy, please it will be fine!” He poured in the mix and milk, Blitzø sighed, pulling down a third frying pan and heating it up. Stolas was about to drop the egg into the mixture when Blitzø reached out to grab his hand.

“Geez Stols it’s not the garden, you don't put the shell in. Here like this.” Blitzø guided his hand to tap the egg against the bowl rim then opened it to let the innards pour out. “You think a damn bird would know how to crack an egg,” he muttered.

“You know about the shells adding calcium to the garden soil?” Stolas was blinking at Blitzø who shoved a whisk into the owl's hand.

“Well you told me didn’t you? Mix it, I gotta check the bacon.” Blitzø nudged his arm.

“I told you about that so long ago. I didn’t realize you were listening so closely.” Stolas began mixing the ingredients, whisking faster when Blitzø’s tail tapped insistently at his elbow.

“Hey I may not always know what the f*ck you're saying but I still listen and remember.” Blitzø groused, frowning at Stolas “Let me see that.” He inspected the mix “A little longer, no lumps okay?”

“Okay.” Stolas returned to his work, eventually Blitzø approved, they poured the mix into the pan, popped down the toast and fried some eggs, Blitzø even let Stolas flip them. Soon they were both sitting at the table, a buffet of breakfast food around them, stuffing their faces.

“Good breakfast Stols.” Blitzø leaned back on the seat, licking his lips.

Stolas laughed “Thank you for making it Blitzy.”

“You helped.” Blitzø’s tail thumped on the cushion “Consider yourself redeemed and officially capable of cooking.”

Stolas’ feathers ruffled up at the compliment “Would you stay for the day?” Blitzø grabbed their plates heading for the sink, hopefully considering his offer “You can just leave them darling.”

Blitzø scowled, depositing the dishes a little roughly into the empty sink “I can’t stay.”

“Oh.” Stolas wrapped his arms around himself “But you could. I would like it if you did.”

“I’m going to get dressed and head out.” Blitzø left the room, Stolas listened to the scrap of his hooves making their way back to the bedroom, he found himself dashing after the imp a minute later. Blitzø was already pulling on his own shirt when the prince grabbed his arm, spun him around and pulled him in for a kiss. Blitzø was quick to return it, his claws digging into Stolas’ feathers as he let him control the pace, keeping it slow but deep.

“Did I do something wrong?” He asked quietly when he broke apart their lips.

“I just… need to go home and check on Loona.” Blitzø released his hold on Stolas, stepping back even as the owl's hands clung to him “You get it right?”

“Yes. I do.” Stolas sighed, he would be spending another weekend alone in the palace, no Blitzø, no Octavia. Just him and his thoughts again. “I’ll miss you.”

Blitzø’s lips twitched, a slight frown appearing on his face, his eyes closed as a grimace took over before reopening his eyes and rolling them “If Loonie is good then maybe I’ll come back over later.” Stolas’ face split into a huge grin “ Maybe. ”

“I’ll see you later then.” Stolas gave Blitzø a quick hug which he didn’t refuse.

“Maybe Stolas.” Blitzø pointed a claw in his face “I’m not promising I’ll be back.”

“I know,” Stolas rapped his beak against Blitzø’s horn.

“I may not even text you to tell you I’m not coming back.”

“Of course,” Stolas nuzzled his feathered check over Blitzø’s forehead.

“The longer you keep me here the less likely I am to come back.” Blitzø snarked.

“Well then you best get going darling, tell Loona I said good morning.” Stolas grabbed Blitzø’s jacket, dropping it into the imp's arms, picked him up and carried him through a portal to his van.

Blitzø fidgeted the whole way and shouted “You’re letting all of Hell see your birdpuss in that slu*tty damn robe, you pervert!” despite the street being devoid of any other denizen of hell.

Stolas leaned into the open driver side window after Blitzø climbed in, he placed a kiss on his cheek “Until I see you next Blitzy.” The imp blushed, reminding him he may not show up but Stolas didn’t need his gift of prophecy to know Blitzø would come back.

Blitzø took a drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke out as he glanced out the glass doors that lead out Stolas’ balcony. It was completely dark outside, not a sliver of light from the moon, and yet here Blitzø was sitting in a chair with his feet up on Stolas’ bed.

There was a muffled moan in front of him “I didn’t say to slow down.” Blitzø looked at the owl, his arms stretched high above his head, tied to a hook on the ceiling, a ball gag stuffed in his mouth and his legs spread over a toy mount while he slowly thrusted down on his favorite red dild*.

Blitzø turned up the remote dial in his hand, the sound of buzzing filled the room as the vibrator that was also inside Stolas increased in speed, the c shape design hitting from inside and outside his cloaca. There was a yelp, his hips picked up pace and Blitzø lowered the speed again.

Blitzø resumed smoking and thinking about how he kept finding himself over here, he was the one who wanted casual, he was the one who said once a month and no kissing. For some Satan damned reason he just couldn’t stop himself.

They were getting too close, he was getting too comfortable and giving up his control in this situation with Stolas. They were not teenagers anymore, he wasn’t going to let the rug get ripped out from under him again. He glanced back at Stolas, watching the tears stream down his face, a picture of beauty, he had been going at it for a while now.

Blitzø turned the speed up again and left it, Stolas’ hips stuttered, eyes begging. If the ball gag was out of his mouth he’d be pleading with Blitzø to give him a break, that he couldn’t possibly cum again. But he would be lying and had yet to use his safety signal so Blitzø decided to enjoy the view of the prince, overstimulated and magnificent.

He put out his cigarette, he was going to take back the power tonight, reminding Stolas and himself what was going on between them. “Are you having fun, your Highness?” it might be good to piss him off a little, maybe he’ll stop wanting Blitzø around so much.

Stolas' eyes narrowed at the title, so Blitzø turned the speed up again to make him whimper, then the prince nodded his head and snapped once for yes.

“You really love that fake imp dick don’t you? Bouncing on it like the whor* you are.” Stolas thrusted faster, Blitzø tilted on to the chairs back legs “Do you like it more than me?”

Stolas tried to shake his head then snapped two times instead, their signal for no.

Blitzø laughed “What a charmer. Admit it you bought it cause it reminded you of me” Stolas tipped his head back, the moans muffled but the imp knew he was calling out his name, there was more seed spilling over the mount now. “Did you cum again? How many more can we get out of you tonight I wonder.” Blitzø lowered the vibrations for a second then flipped it to full speed.

His tail slapped against the chair leg, “I bet you loved f*cking that thing and pretending it was me.” Stolas was fully seated on the toy, legs shaking, Blitzø figured he could get one more out of him before having to release him.

“How many times did you f*ck yourself on that thinking of me after screwing your wife my Prince?” As soon as the words left his lips he knew it was too much, there was the sound of rope snapping and the ball gag popping as it was crushed in Stolas’ beak.

“Red.” Stolas let out, his voice deep and choked, red eyes glowing too bright. He got off the mount and bed, stumbling on his numb legs, Blitzø’s chair tumbled backwards when he tried to scramble out of it. His head cracked off the floor and he watched Stolas storm off to the bathroom slamming the door shut.

“f*ck.” Blitzø raced over to it, yanking on the handle only to find it locked, he could hear sobbing on the other side. “Open the door Stolas.” He banged his fist on it “I shouldn’t have said that, I took it too far but you gotta open the door.”

“Go away!” Stolas shouted.

“Come on Stolas, open up, we can’t just leave you alone after calling a red.” He had to do some serious aftercare to repair this, he knew better than to bring up Stella. Christ on a stick the no family drama was his rule, but he had to give into that sh*tty little voice in the back of his head that wanted to push Stolas further away, he just hadn’t meant this much.

He heard a crashing sound come from the room “Stolas if you don’t open the door and let me check on you I’m going to shoot the lock.” Blitzø looked over to the couch where his jacket and gun holster sat, he was about to run over and grab the pistol when he heard the lock click.

Blitzø pushed into the room, Stolas was on the ground sifting through pill bottles that were scattered across the floor, the drawer he had ripped out lay in pieces by the wall. “There you saw me, now leave.” His hand shook as he tried to uncap a bottle.

Blitzø walked over to him, he reached out but kept his hand from touching, he noticed it was a bottle of calm pills. Some of the other bottles had Stolas name on the perception label, including a container of Happy Pills “Slow down, let me help.” Stolas refused to look him in the eyes, depositing the bottle in his waiting hand, Blitzø unscrewed the lid and handed him a single pill.

Stolas took the pill and Blitzø walked over to the bathtub, starting to fill it with water “Will you please go.”

“Stolas, let me fix this okay? This is part of the process.” He had explained to Stolas what would happen if he ever did call a red, not that either had expected it to happen and Blitzø felt like a real sh*t head for letting it. Blitzø grabbed a few different bottles of fancy bubbles, he smelled for the one Stolas’ used most often and poured too much into the water.

“Do you need help getting in the bath?” Blitzø was careful to give Stolas some space, the owl still had tears streaming down his face, he shook his head and dragged himself into the water.

Stolas sunk low into the bubbles, he sighed as he rubbed at his wrists.

“Can I touch you?” Blitzø asked from the rim of the tub. Stolas was silent for a moment then nodded his head so Blitzø took over rubbing his wrists, “I’m sorry Stolas.”

“You think so low of me don’t you.” Stolas turned his gaze upwards to the floating constellations above his tub “I’m just a pathetic man who-” he was cut off by his sobbing.

“No, I don’t think that at all, Stolas.” Blitzø climbed up to sit on the rim of the tub behind Stolas, letting his clothed legs hang in the water, he swiped the special feather shampoo with his tail and began massaging his scalp. “I missed the mark on degradation back there and was just hurtful.”

“You called me meek.” Stolas whispered. “A mistake.”

Blitzø hesitated for a moment, remembering that day ten years ago “I was angry then.”

“You were right!” He cried out “I didn’t try, I just gave up because of that stupid prophecy!”

“Stolas, take some breaths okay.” Blitzø rubbed his back, when the shuddering subsided he got up from the tub, before he could step too far Stolas grabbed his sleeve.

“D-don’t go yet.” Blitzø took his hand in his own, a good sign Stolas wasn’t telling him to leave anymore.

“I’m just going to grab you some water, is that okay?” Stolas nodded so Blitzø filled a glass bringing it over and making sure he drank the whole thing. “Tell me what you need, Stols.”

“Join me.” Stolas pulled his legs up giving room for Blitzø on the other end of the tub, Blitzø shucked off his clothes and slipped in.

“Do you want to talk?” Blitzø asked as he pulled one talon foot onto his lap and rubbed it.

“What about?” Stolas was speaking slower, his gaze seemed clouded.

“Anything. Loo Loo Land?” Stolas shook his head. “Boundary check in?”

“I never want you to say something like that again.”

“I won’t.” they sat together for a while, Blitzø moved on to Stolas’ other foot.

“You know, I don’t even know if I ever wanted a child.” Stolas broke their silence, he had his head turned down “I never felt like I got to choose that for myself.” Blitzø stayed quiet, letting Stolas take his time to say what he needed to “I hated every moment of making an heir.”

Blitzø swallowed down a lump in his throat, they had never spoken about this.

“It was the longest year of my life.” Stolas scrubbed his hands over his face “When Octavia was finally lain… I didn’t feel anything for the egg. I kept trying to force a feeling, I incubated her as often as I could and watched the egg all night still nothing. I felt so guilty. Bringing a child into the world that wouldn’t know a parent's love… that I would be just like Paimon.”

Blitzø rested Stolas’ foot back down, “You could never be like him.”

Stolas smiled softly “When she hatched though it all changed. I don’t think I ever felt a love so profound as the one I have for my daughter.” He sighed “I- I know this isn’t something you’d like to hear but I don’t know that if I could change the past I would, not if I lost Octavia.”

“Well yeah no sh*t.” Even if Blitzø found it hard to be around the girl he would be shocked if Stolas had said anything contrary to that. “That's your kid, of course you’d feel that way, I’m not going to be mad at you for that. I wouldn’t undo adopting Loona.”

Stolas opened his arms beckoning Blitzø to come in for a hug, he wrapped his legs and tail around the prince's waist. “I’m feeling a bit better.”

“Good. I’m really sorry Stolas.” Blitzø chewed his lower lip for a moment then let a purr spread through his chest, Stolas’ arms tightened around him. “Thank you for letting me fix it.”

“Can we keep talking for a while longer?”

“We can talk for as long as you want. Whatever you need just tell me.”

“Sometimes I worry I am failing Octavia.”

“Why?” She seemed well adjusted enough in Blitzø’s limited interaction with the girl.

“Because she doesn’t have a Blitzø.” He rubbed his talons along the imps back.

“What do you mean?”

“I had you to help me escape this place, I worry she is too… sheltered here. I haven’t properly taught her portal magic, I didn’t want her sneaking out.”

“Really? Stolas you weren’t allowed to leave the palace, like ever. Can Ocatavia leave?”

“Yes but only with security.”

“Yeah well apparently you guys need it.” He thought about the would be assassins at the theme park and Striker “She didn’t need a ‘Blitzø’ she had you. You didn’t lock her up and ignore her Stolas. You’re not a bad dad because you got forced into a marriage to make a kid despite being gay.”

“Thank you.” Stolas rested his head on one of Blitzø’s horns.

“Can I ask you something?” Stolas nodded his head, humming low “What was the stupid prophecy?” Stolas’ arms tensed around him. “You don't have to tell me.” He didn't want to upset him again, but he was curious what Stolas had meant.

“It was the first prophecy I ever had and I-I saw Octavia as a child, ” Blitzø pulled back to look at Stolas, he had known the prince struggled for a long time with that part of his powers and one day it just clicked into place but Stolas never told him this, and Blitzø never asked. It had felt like an unspoken rule to not ask about their future “You were there.”

“I was?” Did he see Blitzø’s future? Did he already know the horrible thing he did?

“Yes, you disappeared then there she was, I knew it meant I was going to lose you and have a child with Stella.” Stolas took a shaky breath “I didn’t know back then what I know now.”

“What is that?” Blitzø put a hand to Stolas’ face, making him look in his eyes, he noticed the small white pupils within.

“I thought the future was set in stone, unchanging once predicted. It wasn’t until years later I discovered that is not the case. But I gave up on us, if we had run away together it may not have ended in disaster like I assumed.” Blitzø sat there processing the words “Do you hate me?”

His life may have been so different if they had run away together… no fire, no loss… but then he wouldn’t have Loona, M&M or I.M.P. those things were important to him. It was hard to weigh them against the pain in his life. “No, I don’t hate you.” If he had known this back when they were younger he may have but he couldn’t find it in his heart to hate Stolas “Running away together probably would've been a total disaster. Did you know about-” He reached up to touch his scar.

“I never looked closely at my future again, and certainly not yours… I… didn’t want to see you moving on. I wish I had, maybe I could have stopped whatever happened to you.”

“Let’s not do that, I don’t want to dwell on what ifs.” He’d done that for years after the fire, it wasn’t healthy “It’s not your fault.” It was Blitzø’s burden alone. He turned to rest his back against Stolas’ chest, oddly calm after all of Stolas’ revelations.

He told himself it was part of the aftercare, to give Stolas some reassurance he wasn’t the only one being emotionally raw when he said “I caused a fire at the circus… it spread so fast… it’s how I got my scars. It’s why Fizz has robotic prosthetics and Barbie ended up in and out of rehab. I ruined their lives.” He couldn’t say the last part out loud yet, he wasn’t ready to admit he killed his mother.

“Blitzø.” Stolas pulled him in close.

“It was an accident though, I didn’t do it on purpose.”

“Of course not. Did someone say otherwise?”

“They all think I did. I just… made a mistake.” Blitzø scrubbed away his tears. He remembered the night, looking in on the celebration, Fizz landed the Mammon gig and Barbie had caught the attention of a big circus troupe during the auditions, their whole imp circus was throwing a goodbye bash. Blitzø looked at the people he loved the most, saw them preparing to leave him behind, he was too much of a coward to go in and congratulate them, to let them go. He couldn’t face them and in his haste to run away he pushed over someone heading in with cake. “Who knew a few candles could do so much damage.” He mumbled.

“When was the last time you spoke to them?”

“It's been years, they aren’t interested in hearing from me.”

“Maybe you should try again.” Stolas brushed a hand over Blitzø’s scarred cheek.

“Maybe.” Blitzø took a deep breath “Water is getting a bit cold. I’m going to put everything away in the bedroom, you just take your time okay? I’ll stay tonight too. If you want.”

“I would like that.” Stolas placed a kiss on Blitzø’s head, the imp climbed out of the water set about cleaning up, grabbed some extra blankets from the closet to wrap them both in, Stolas joined him a few minutes later holding a vial of preening oil. Blitzø took it from him and continued to pamper the owl, checking in one last time that they were good before snuggling under the covers giving in to the familiar exhaustion from having too many emotions.

Blitzø scaled up the wall, pulling himself up on a window ledge; he shoved it open and stumbled inside the building. Glancing around for any staff and smiling to himself for finally slipping past that bitch nurse when he felt something stab into his ass and electricity burst through his body.

“Well, if it isn't the deadbeat.” Came a familiar voice.

“Well if it isn’t nurse puss* face.” Blitzø gritted out when the shuddering subsided from the hit he’d received, he pushed back up to his feet “And I’m not some deadbeat, I’ve got my own business.”

“Sure ya do.” She rolled her eyes, the candle flame on her head flickering “You still ain’t getting in here. How many times do I have to sodomize you with a taser before you take a hint?”

“As many as it takes to get me off.” Blitzø snapped “Enough foreplay, where is Barb?” He knew she had been admitted here, it was the same clinic she went to everytime she did the program. He had tried coming back into her life shortly after adopting Loona, but he was shut down soon after, constantly being turned away.

He had found her old apartment last week, pestered the landlord long enough he told Blitzø she had gone back to rehab and let her lease lapse a few months ago. It took everything in him to muster up the courage to even walk through the doors only to be immediately shoved out by the nurse who almost seemed to have a personal vendetta against Blitzø.

“She checked out a month ago. Not that it's any of your business.” She grimaced down at Blitzø “You can stop breaking and entering now.”

“What? Where the f*ck did she go?” He hadn’t come across any other leads on her residence, Blitzø glanced around the nurse wondering if he could find something on a file. Probably wouldn’t be a great start to repairing the bridge with his twin but desperate measures.

“I’m not telling you that ass clown.” The nurse hit the taser’s switch, the electricity crackling menacingly as if she knew exactly what he was planning.

“You know I kill people professionally.” Blitzø’s hand was itching to reach for his pistol.

“Oh I’m so f*cking scared.” She rolled her eyes, he gnashed his fangs letting a hiss out, he’d just do this the old fashioned way then, it couldn’t be that hard to track his sister down. He turned and straightened his jacket readying to leave when the nurse sighed “Blitzø she’s got a job, a life. Don’t f*ck it up be finding her. Just let her be.”

“Shouldn’t you be spouting off about fixing your past, not ignoring it? No wonder she keeps ending up back here.” Blitzø turned back to her “Take your advice and shove it right between your puss* lips.” He flipped her off, stormed out of the room slamming every door on his way out.

He went back to the office, he had planned on taking the day off but he was going to run through his contacts and see who might have a lead on Barbie, he breezed past M&M talking to a client, Loona gave him a questioning look but left him be.

He was flipping through his rolodex for some of Barbie’s old crew, if she’d been out a month she may be gearing up for a backslide. He hoped not, the nurse had sounded so confident in her. He snatched out a couple names to look into when Moxxie burst through the door rambling on about the murdered sinner in the other room.

“Not now, Mox.” Blitzø was trying to brush past the smaller imp, who chased after him talking about launching a full investigation, he was already dealing with his own “No time.” Blitzø walked out of his office and still Moxxie persisted about needing the work, honestly Blitzø didn’t care if they didn’t take another client for the rest of the week “Fine Mox, you handle it. I gotta go.”

Moxxie gasped, “Do you mean! Really sir!”

“Yes, f*ck off.” Blitzø stopped briefly at Loona’s desk “I’m gonna be out for a little while, don’t wait up and make sure you eat.”

“I’m not a kid.” His daughter rolled her eyes but put her phone down “You okay?”

“Yeah I’m just… trying to find someone. Be good.” Blitzø pulled her in for a hug, ruffling the fur at the top of her head, she gave a half hearted growl but didn’t shove him away.

With that Blitzø left the office, he glance down at his first contact, an old dealer of Barbie’s, he had wanted to kill the f*cker years ago but unfortunately the demon always knew where she was when Blitzø didn’t. It took a few hours to track him down, the demon claimed he hadn’t seen Barbie in months, his story didn’t change after getting smacked around for a bit.

He gave Blitzø another name to try, while looking into it he called a few people who were less than pleased to hear from the imp, but he convinced at least one of them to help him out, well he had to call in a favor, finding her address or supposed workplace.

This game of cat and mouse continued for a few days, he would slink into the back of the van and crash at night if he was too tired to drive back to the apartment. When he did manage to make it home he would whip up breakfast for Loona, stuffing his mouth while looking over his phone texts, anything to do with Barbie was on his main focus but he did see a few missed calls from Stolas. He shot him a quick text saying they’d catch up later.

Today he had a decent lead on a potential co-worker of Barbie’s, a pharmacy which seemed like a front, but so far he hadn’t seen anything to suggest she wasn’t in fact clean. He was starting to get hopeful, they may be able to sit down and really talk, the last time they’d done that she was so high on H-8 she kept swinging between laughing uncontrollably to screaming at him, while stumbling around unable to stay up straight.

He pulled up to the pharmacy, rang the counter bell when the clean cut demon approached Blitzø held up a photo of his twin “Hey I’m looking for one of your employees, her name’s Barbie Wire, she work here?”

“Um… sorry, I can’t give out private information.” They eyed him curiously. “Who are you?” Blitzø watched as a hand shifted below the counter, probably reaching for a security button which Blitzø was not about to let his best lead go dead like this.

Blitzø yanked the demon over the counter by his collar and slammed him against the nearest wall “I’m the guy who's going to get real creative if you don’t tell me what I want to know.” He used his tail to slap the demon’s face back and forth. “Where is she f*cknut, I know you know!”

Before he even got to a main course of annoying the pharmacist caved “Okay she’s out at a pick up!” Blitzø was about to ask where when the demon cried out “I don’t know where! Just wait until she gets back.”

Blitzø hissed at him, “Call someone who knows where she is, I’m not waiting.” Blitzø pulled out his pistol and pointed it at their chest while they fumbled to get out their phone, calling a couple numbers before someone finally said they knew where she was and would be right over.

Blitzø watches as a diamond shaped portal opens, framed by shimmering mirror like diamonds, his eyes widened as he recognizes an Asmodean crystal in action. He had tried to get his hands on one of those for a while before going after Stolas’ book. They required approval and registration with the big man of Lust himself… he was unsure how Barbie got mixed in with this work.

Blitzø switched his aim over to the new demon “Open a portal to Barbie. No funny business either, got it?” The demon raised his hands defensively for a moment before scrambling to activate the crystal, another opening appeared leading to a forest on earth. “Thanks.”

Blitzø leapt through it and found himself in some kind of kids summer camp, he sneaked along the outskirts, peering into cabin windows, looking for signs of Barbie. If it was some kind of pick up then she would probably be somewhere low key, he crawled through the bushes peering around for anything that fit the bill, noticing a boat house by the lake and someone slipping in.

He was still crouched watching when something toppled onto him “What the! Sir!” Moxxie shouted, Blitzø shoved him off.

“Moxxie? What the f*ck are you doing here?” He did not need M&M trying to get involved in this thing with Barbie.

“Trying to finish the job you gave me!” Moxxie clipped, he was wearing a ridiculous human disguise, Blitzø glanced around for his wife.

“Christ on a stick, you're still working on that? It’s been like a f*cking week.” Further proving to Blitzø that becoming private eye assassins would not be worth the time and effort. He slipped out of the bush and slipped up to the boat house, trying to see who was inside but it was too dim.

“And what exactly are you doing here sir?” Moxxie had followed after him.

“Apparently helping finish your botched job.” Blitzø snarked down at the smaller imp, he didn’t look convinced so Blitzø sighed and admitted “But mostly I’m looking for my sister.” He decided to say f*ck it and kick the door down, he saw a human boy and woman inside, she had brown hair that was pulled into big curling pigtails and their shared circus mark on her forehead. “Barbie!”

“Blitzø! What the f*ck are you doing here sh*t head!” Barbie snapped, hands on her hips clearly pissed to be seeing her twin after years of avoiding him.

“I should be asking you the same thing! You just disappeared off the face of Hell, I spent a week tracking you down.” Blitzø tried to approach her “Apparently you have a job? Working for Asmodeus? Who is this guy?” He gestured to the human.

“No one, he works for me. I don’t owe you sh*t, you don’t need to know anything about my life.” Barbie deflected, interrupting the human before he could answer for himself.

“Sir! That's the target!” Moxxie cut in, gesturing to the gangly teen.

“The f*ck are you talking about?” Barbie asked Moxxie.

“That's not important, Barbie I want to talk-”

“He killed our client and now our client wants to kill him back.” Moxxie spoke over Blitzø, giving him a disapproving look.

“You f*cking what?” Barbie was glaring at her cohort.

“Barbie please can we just-” Blitzø was going to keep trying to get her attention.

“He found out about your drugs.” The human shrugged.

“I don’t want to f*cking hear it kid, look you’re not killing my supplier.” Barbie turned her attention back to Moxxie, clearly ignoring Blitzø.

“Supplier of what?” Dread was creeping into his veins, maybe he had been right and she was on a backslide into addiction again “You’re not back on H-8 again are you?”

“f*ck no, its just heroine.” barbie rolled her eyes “Again, not that it's any of your business!”

“Why are you peddling heroin? It barely gets rid of a headache.” Moxxie was disengaging, he started walking towards the target, Barbie began stalking forward to put herself in between the two so Blitzø pushed past Moxxie holding him back.

“It’s honest work okay? Get the drugs from earth from some easily manipulatable teenager for the pharmacy back in Hell. I thought it would keep me as far away from you as possible.” They were face to face now, he could see the distaste in her eyes, the scowl on her face that was nearly permanent with Blitzø was around.

“Sir, I’ve spent a week on this, I’m finishing it one way or another.” Moxxie tried to get past him but Barbie leaned in close readying to fight the imp herself.

“Oh don’t you dare!” Barbie’s human disguise fell away as Moxxie dashed for the target with a knife in hand but Barbie's tail snaked around him, tossing him in the lake. She set her glare back on Blitzø “Are you really going to let him do this? Haven’t you f*cked my life enough Blitzo .”

Moxxie recovered quickly from the water and a fight broke out, Blitzø kept trying to pull Barbie and Moxxie off of each other, not thinking much past keeping them from beating each other into a bloody mess, all the while the human was getting tossed around like a sack of potatoes and having several near death experiences in the cramped building.

He kept trying to get Barbie to listen to him, even shouting at Moxxie to chill the f*ck out for a minute, in the end no one was willing to heed him and he was starting to take on the brunt of everyone’s punches. When one wall of the boat house busted open as a firework exploded in the human boy's face, blood splattered all over the imps.

“ Satan f*cking dammit !” Barbie screamed “Thanks a lot Blitzo! I’m out of a job!”

“Barb, wait! I want to help you, let me help you. I have a business, I have an apartment, it's small but we can make room. Please.” Blitzø was following after her as she stormed away “If that is too much then we can at least grab dinner, catch up. I want to.. try to… reconnect… please.”

Barbie stopped, maybe she would turn around and say yes, maybe he could start to put back together the fractured pieces of his past but then she laughed “You don’t f*cking get it. I don’t want to see you. You do nothing but destroy my life every time you’re around. I never want to see you ever.” She looked at him with such hatred and he couldn’t blame her, it was all his fault. “Next time you want to find me Blitzo , dont!”

He watched his sister walk through a portal back to hell, he stared after her for a few minutes in silence, Moxxie finally broke it “Are you okay sir?”

“Peachy.” Blitzø couldn’t even muster his usual bravado. “I’m gonna text Loona for a portal. Where is your better half?”

“Let me go get her.” Moxxie hesitated for a moment.

“I’m fine.” Blitzø snapped and he finally left. Blitzø sat down on the blood soaked wooden dock, he pulled out his phone, and sent a text to Loona asking for a pick up in fifteen minutes. He scrolled through some photos he’d saved off of Barbie’s socials, they were out of date and he couldn’t find her profile anymore. Obviously she had blocked him. He let out a sigh patting his pockets for a pack of smokes finding nothing, this had been a bad idea, he shouldn’t have bothered.

Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, he opened his contacts and hit call on the top one, he listened to the phone ring once before it was answered “Hello Blitzy!”

More tears spilled out as he sobbed out “She f*cking hates me Stols.”

Chapter 17: Date

Chapter Text

“Good morning everyone! I’ve brought a pick me up.” Stolas walked through the main entrance of I.M.P. he had stopped by ‘Richest Cup’ on his way buying everyone coffee and an assortment of pastries.

“Morning ended hours ago.” Loona sighed but still held a hand out for her order.

“Thank you, your Highness.” Moxxie took the box of desserts to the conference room, Stolas laid out the rest of their drinks while Loona meandered into the room.

“How has work been?” Stolas asked no one in particular, looking over to Blitzø’s office door that was closed, Millie knocked softly on it, poking her head in. Stolas had been checking in often in the weeks after the disastrous reunion between the siblings, Blitzø hadn’t complained about it yet but did say he didn’t want to talk about Barbie anymore after their first phone call.

“Business is picking up again, had a weird lull for a while but Loona set up an ad campaign on sinstagram and voxbook.” Moxxie answered, he took a sip from his drink “Ah delicious, they always get my order right.”

“How is prince sh*t?” Loona asked, stuffing a whole donut into her mouth.

Stolas laughed, even if she had only been in Blitzø’s care for a few years he couldn’t help but see such similar mannerisms between the two “Far too boring to warrant discussing.”

Millie finally joined them, grabbing her drink and she sat in a chair next to Stolas “B is dealing with a client, shouldn’t be too long. Thanks for getting this hun!” She sipped happily at her drink.

“Any upcoming plans, Milldred?” Stolas asked, partaking in a snack.

“Moxxie and I have our first anniversary coming up soon! He wont tell me what he is planning though.” Millie gave her husband a wide smile before loudly whispering to Stolas “How likely do you think it is he hasn't actually got a plan.” She teased.

Stolas laughed, “Men can be quite disappointing my dear.”

“Excuse me! I have an amazing night planned,” Moxxie had some sweat beading on the side of his face “You just have to wait!”

A door swung open, bashing against the wall, everyone looked to see a disgruntled sinner storming out of the office “Don’t worry we’ll have that skan* dead in no time! Bye!” Blitzø called out, Stolas watched curiously but the others returned to their meal as if this was common.

He got up, grabbed his and Blitzø’s drink and made his way into the office, closing the door firmly behind him “Hello Blitzy.”

Blitzø was massaging his temples, without looking up at Stolas he held out a hand for his iced coffee “Thanks.” he let out a long sigh “That f*cking guy was a nightmare.” Stolas smiled, he put his drink down and slipped behind Blitzø, leaning over the large chair the imp sat in to rub his shoulders. Blitzø hummed “That's nice.”

“You’re so tense darling.” Stolas let his hands drag down Blitzø’s chest a bit.

Blitzø loudly sipped his drink, looking up at Stolas with one eyebrow raised, the owl expected to be reminded that they were at his place of work but that's not what came out of the imps mouth “Oh yeah? I’m real tense, how about you help me out.” One hand gripped the growing bulge in his pants while the other slipped under the desk, Stolas heard a series of clicks. “On your knees.”

Stolas obeyed while Blitzø spun his chair around spreading his legs so Stolas could fit between them, he glanced at the door quickly. “Don’t worry about it, they got their fair warning already.” Blitzø leaned back in his chair, smirking at Stolas. He looked like he was sitting on a regal throne, born to be there commanding Stolas “Go on.”

Arms behind his head Blitzø let Stolas get started, he nipped along his clothed thighs as he slowly unzipped his pants, surprised when Blitzø sprung free immediately. Stolas glanced up at apparently commando imp “What it’s laundry day tomorrow.” He shrugged.

“Hm I don’t mind.” Stolas nuzzled his cheek against Blitzø’s hard length, the imp made an annoyed sound, possibly muttering to hurry up but his face was flushed and Stolas knew he liked feeling his feathers. He let his tongue wrap around Blitzø’s co*ck, spiraling around the tip he teased for a moment before taking him deep into his throat.

“f*ck Stols” Blitzø’s hand came down on the back of his head, gripping his feathers in the slightly painful way Stolas loved as he guided him up and down quickly. “Touch yourself.” Stolas eagerly complied, slipping a hand into his pants, sinking his talons inside his wet folds then rubbing against the aching peak.

Stolas moaned around his co*ck, already close to finishing with just this, he turned all four eyes up to Blitzø’s face seeking permission “Not yet.” Blitzø pulled him off completely, tugging at an arm “Get on the desk.” Stolas maneuvered around the chair, Blitzø shoved paperwork and empty cups off so Stolas could bend over it.

Blitzø pulled down Stolas’ pants but the owl covered himself with his tail, propped on one elbow he turned his head around to look over his back at the imp “What shy now?” Blitzø grinned at him, running a claw over the tail feathers.

Stolas let one hand slide down between his legs “You know I love your co*ck in my mouth Blitzy.” he gave a teasing lift of his tail “Do you want to see how much I enjoyed it?”

“f*ck yes.” Blitzø bit out as Stolas raised his feathers up to arch over his back, talons splaying out his dripping cloaca “Satan you're such an eager slu*t for me. I f*cking love it.” Blitzø’s forked tongue swiped along his slit but was quickly replaced with his erection.

Blitzø stood on his chair thrusting into Stolas, yanking hard on his tail feathers with one hand while the other gripped his hip. Stolas continued to play with himself with one hand, the pleasure was overwhelming and he had to grip the desk with his other, dragging his talon along the wood, screaming out as he came. Blitzø grunted and followed right after him.

They two panted and slipped down to the floor, Stolas closed his legs in an attempt to not let their combined cum spill all over. Blitzø looked around for something to clean up but Stolas just pulled his pants back on instead “I’ll just have a quick bath when I get back Blitzy its fine.”

“Quick and bath are not two words you should use together.” Blitzø rolled his eyes “What about me?” he gestured to his softening dick. Stolas pulled him in and sucked him clean, humming as he tasted their mixed flavour “Hey knock it off or I’m going to get hard again.” Blitzø pushed him off, both laughing as he zipped his pants.

Blitzø helped Stolas stand up, grabbed his iced coffee and took another sip “Thanks for the pick me up and afternoon delight.” He gave Stolas a wink.

“Anytime Blitzy.” Stolas leaned back on the desk, his hand landed on the deep gouge he’d left there. “We match now.” He looked at it wistfully, running his talons over it.

“What do you mean?” Blitzø glanced at the surface “Hey that wasn’t cheap you know.”

Stolas giggled “Sorry darling, but now it has the same mark we left on mine all those years ago. I can replace it if you’d like of course.” Stolas looked to the imp whose expression shifted from annoyance to small smile.

“Whatever it’s fine.” Blitzø sat back on his chair, cell phone in hand and pulled Stolas down on his lap while he scrolled on it “You’ll have to head out soon, going to have to get back to work but I can probably spare another fifteen minutes if you wanna… I don't know, hang out?”

“Oh yes I would like that very much Blitzy.” He wrapped his arms around Blitzø, snuggling in close, Blitzø opened his VikVok app and they doomed scrolled until they heard a tentative voice calling out to ask if it was safe to return to the office. Stolas gave Blitzø a quick kiss goodbye and returned to the palace through a portal. Very satisfied with his visit.

“That was a f*ck ton of lumberjacks!” Blitzø cheered as they returned to the office, the buzzing of chainsaws in the distance “Nice work again gang.”

Millie bounced around with her axe in the air “I’m so jazzed up!”

“Well you better stay jazzed up for tonight babe.” Moxxie winked at his wife, pulling her in close as they rubbed noses together, Loona beat Blitzø to make a gagging sound.

“What are we getting up to tonight?” Blitzø asked, leaning on Moxxie’s head.

“ Millie and I are going to celebrate our anniversary at Ozzie’s in the Lust ring.” Moxxie shoved the taller imp off of him.

“It’s nearly impossible to get a reservation!” Millie squealed.

“I told you I had a plan for tonight.”

“Well great, we can all celebrate together!” Blitzø put an arm around Loona “The four of us can get sh*t faced!”

His daughter shook him off “That is the last place I’d want to hang out with you all. Besides, I have plans so hard pass.”

“Plans? With who? Where?” Loona rolled her eyes at his questions.

“Friends, in Gluttony.” At his low whine she sighed “I will drop you a pin when I get there.”

“Okay well it looks like it's just the three of us tonight.” Blitzø smiled at the couple.

“Uh no sir. This is a special night for the two of us and Ozzie’s is couples only.” Moxxie put his hands on his hips while glowering at the Blitzø.

“So, tell ‘em we are a thruple, they going to f*cking check?” Blitzø rolled his eyes.

“My reservation is for two. One.” He pointed at Millie “Two.” then pointed at himself.

“Why don’t you ask Stolas on a date tonight B!” Millie suggested, she gave Blitzø a big grin “I bet he would love to go out with you.”

“What! We aren’t- It’s not like that Millie.” Blitzø fumbled to get his sentence out, everyone in the room groaned “Excuse me! f*ck all of you!”

“B come on, you guys are definitely more than…” She trailed off trying to find the right words to describe their situation.

“f*ck buddies?” Loona offered.

“Horny idiots?” Moxxie supplied.

“Again f*ck all of you.” Blitzø snapped.

“You’re more than just hooking up for convenience.” Millie finally finished, when Blitzø rolled his eyes she continued “Do you text each other everyday? Call? Visit several times a week? He comes to visit you at work and you spend the weekends at the palace right?”

“So what if we do!” Blitzø was turning away from her, walking towards his office, he would just shut himself in it for a little while and she would drop it eventually but Millie’s tail snaked around his arm and yanked him back.

“So what's wrong with just giving it a shot B? You guys like each other, there is nothing wrong with exploring that.” Blitzø refused to look her in the eyes “Come on, if you're nervous then ask him to come out to Ozzie’s tonight. I bet he could pull some strings and get in. We will be there if you need any reassurance.” Moxxie started to protest but Millie cut him off “It’s one date, what’s the worst that could happen.”

Blitzø flushed, Millie's tail did not loosen on his arm “I’ll… think about it.” She relented so he retreated to his office, claiming he had paperwork to do but really he just stared at his phone contact screen for a while. Things had shifted with Stolas recently, or maybe he’d just finally accepted how it had been all along after their big conversation when Stolas called a red.

Still asking him out on a date would be admitting he wanted more from the prince, more was something he and Stolas never seemed to be able to achieve. He groaned, scrubbing his hands down his face. ‘ Why does this have to be complicated. ’

He continued to debate if he should ask Stolas out for the rest of the day, letting M&M finish up their last few hits while he made a pros and cons list on the company dry erase board. He had pros like: pretty, laughs at my jokes, no gag reflex, tall, fun then he started drawing Stolas’ stupid smiling face and then ponies. It took effort to get back on track and start his list of cons which were mostly about Stolas being royalty and married.

“All done for the day sir.” Moxxie said as he came to stand beside Blitzø, he looked over the board and sighed “Give me that.” He held out his hand for the only marker that wasn’t completely dried out, Blitzø reluctantly gave it to him. Moxxie wrote in the pro column ‘make each other happy’ he put the marker down “That's what really matters in the end.” he patted Blitzø on the shoulder before leaving.

Blitzø followed after, he drove M&M home then brought him and Loona back to the apartment, he offered her a lift to her party but she turned him down. Loona cleaned up quickly, changing into a dress, humored Blitzø in taking a picture together before she headed out for the night.

He found himself alone in their tiny apartment, he flipped through the T.V. channels, pausing on Stolas’ favorite soap opera Hell-a-Novela, Gabriella was pleading for Alejandro to love her. Of course she was this show was constantly edging its viewers over this relationship which was obviously endgame and Blitzø was annoyed at how invested he had become since Stolas insisted they watch it together.

Tonight it just felt a little too close to home, like the universe was trying to send him some dumb hint, which was certainly something Stolas would believe. “Fine!” Blitzø snapped out at no one as he turned off the TV, grabbed his cell phone and called Stolas.

“Hello Blitzy!” Stolas’ chipper voice came through the phone after a couple of rings, Blitzø could swear he heard the soap playing in the background.

“Stolas hey” he dragged his greeting out, feeling nervous, it was entirely possible he would be rejected so he tried to suss out if he should even ask “You uh… busy tonight?”

“Um.. why do you ask?”

“I was wondering… if you…” He took a deep breath and just went all in “want to come to a club with me tonight?” he rushed out.

“Are you asking me out on a date Blitzy?” Stolas sounded confused and possibly hopeful.

“I uh- yeah.” Blitzø cleared his throat. “Yeah I am. Uh, I can pick you up and we can head down to Lust. When can you be ready?”

“I can be ready in twenty.” Blitzø could hear Stolas’ talons clipping over the tiled floor and fabric being shuffled around.

“Great, I will see you soon.” His heart was racing, this would be their first real date together, he looked at his loungewear and realized he would need to haul ass to get dressed and drive over to the palace.

“I’ll see you Blitzy” Stolas was practically singing into the phone. They hung up and the imp was jumping off the couch, pulling on a nice red turtleneck and his best leather jacket. He looked at his phone and decided to make a pit stop on the way to Stolas’ as he swiped his van keys and left.

Stolas paced at the front door, he had put on one of his best outfits, a navy blouse decorated with silver buttons and ruffled cuffs, a cascading lace jabot and finished it off with a cape, the inside of which was a stunning red sky full of glittering stars. He tensed and untensed his hands, feeling the palms get sweaty.

He heard a small cough below him “Your Highness.” Pringles was standing at his side holding up a handkerchief.

“Oh thank you!” Stolas wiped his hands and tucked it in his pocket. There was a knock at the door “It’s for me!” Stolas shouted as he ran to get the door himself, shooing away Pringles before he could open it “Hello Blitzy” He gave the imp a sultry greeting.

“Wow, you really went all out.” Blitzø looked the prince up and down, he looked fetching as always in his rugged leather jacket, the spikes on it complemented Blitzø’s natural sharpness.

“Oh well, I wanted to look a little nicer for you tonight.” Stolas blushed.

“You didn’t have to- uh I mean you always look great. Just right now you look even more so.” Blitzø stumbled over his words, he rubbed the back of his head “Here!” his tail whipped out from behind his back coiled around a bouquet of flowers containing white lilies, soft pink peonies and chrysanthemums, a few sprigs of lavender, some baby’s breath and leather fern to fill it out.

Stolas took it from him, marvelling at the collection “Blitzy you are too kind.”

“It was from the build your own bouquet florist at the grocery store, so they won't be as good as what you grow, sorry about that.” He was staring at the ground while speaking.

Stolas looked at the blooms again “You chose these ones?”

“Yeah, but I don’t know all the meanings so don’t get excited… or offended?” Blitzø glanced up worried for a moment.

“They are quite the romantic selection.” He was going to tell him the meaning behind them but the imp was blushing hard already, he may not be ready to hear how he’d chosen blooms for love, romance, rebirth and faithfulness. “You have a natural intuition for this.”

“Yeah, sure.” Blitzø rolled his eyes.

Stolas laughed “One moment.” He stepped back into the palace and asked Pringles to put the bouquet in a vase and have them displayed in his room. He returned to Blitzø’s side “Shall we?”

Blitzø took his arm and led them to the van, he opened the passenger door for Stolas who slid into the cramped interior, the two made the drive down to Lust. Stolas’ had visited all the rings for work many times although he really hadn’t spent much time exploring, he gazed out at the neon signs, casting a pleasant blue, pink and purple hue across the city's skyline.

They parked across the street from their destination, the huge club had a glass roof looking out at the blue night sky, heart shaped doors under the neon sign ‘OZZIE’S’ and a long line weaving around the city block. Blitzø dashed around to get the door for Stolas as he gaped at it all, even after stepping out from the vehicle he continued spinning around taking in all the sights.

He didn’t notice right away that Blitzø had scurried over to the entrance, he was talking to the incubus bouncer who did not look happy to be dealing with Blitzø. Stolas began approaching the two and could overhear their conversation

“Come on, I'm trying to impress my date.” Blitzø pointed a thumb towards Stolas.

“Yeah right, he’s your date, sure buddy.” The man rolled his eyes “No date, no reservation, no entry asshole.”

“Oh f*ck you-”

Stolas cleared his throat, now standing behind Blitzø, the incubus looked up at him, Stolas placed an arm around Blitzø’s shoulders “Do we have a problem here?” He glared down at the man.

“Oh! Uh, sh*t! Uh, my apologies, your Highness. Please go right in.” He bowed low and let them walk past, Stolas held out his hand for Blitzø to take and then the two headed inside, he didn’t miss Blitzø flipping off the bouncer as they passed.

Once they entered the main hall Stolas gasped, it was even more stunning inside, the walls were purple and gold paneled, tables set about the room with large heart shaped chairs, cages hung from the ceiling with demons dancing within and at the front was a large stage complete with striper polls. It was all so erotic and passionate, his feathers were ruffling up as he called out “Oh, my ! Oh, no. No, but, yes! Oh, Blitzø, how romantic is this?” He was shaking the imps hand with excitement.

Blitzø chuckled, “It is pretty nice here.” He glanced around for a moment, as if trying to spot something in particular.

They were led to a table for two, Blitzø shooed away the host so he could pull out Stolas’ chair for him “Thank you Blitzy” Stolas sat down and Blitzø took his chair at the other end. He continued to glance around, his claws rapping nervously on the table “What made you choose such a place?”

“It was recommended to me.” He turned back to Stolas, he hesitated a moment then continued “M&M are celebrating tonight so they are around too.”

“Oh, should we join them?” Stolas looked about the room for the couple.

“No, this is still a date. I guess we can say hi if we see them but tonight is for me and you.” Blitzø gave him a rather shy look.

“I’m glad.” Stolas leaned in closer over the table, he would have to thank Mildred and Moxxie later. They were silently looking at each other, the quiet starting to feel awkward, Stolas was unsure how to act on a real date, there was an odd pressure to make sure it would be perfect building up inside him. His thoughts swirled around what to say when a waitress approached asking to get them something to drink “Oh yes please, how about some wine? Red or white Blitzø? Or maybe some champagne?” Stolas could hear his voice rising in pitch “Or perhaps all three? Why not!” He laughed nervously.

Blitzø smirked at him and mouthed ‘relax’ as his tail slipped under the table to wrap around one of Stolas’ legs “Champagne sounds great.” The waitress left to fetch their drinks.

“So, Blitzø, how was your-”

“What did you get up-” the two spoke at the same time.

“Oh my apologies you firs-”

“sh*t you go ahea-” they spoke over each other again, then started laughing. “Why are we being so weird.” Blitzø sighed.

“I haven’t felt so nervous since we were teenagers,” He thought for a moment “After our first kiss probably, I was practically a ball of anxiety every time you came over afterwards.”

“You were! I was the one who had to set up that whole night, I kept thinking ‘Oh man what if he says this is too much, or he doesn’t kiss me back’ talk about going out on a limb.” Blitzø leaned back in his seat, relaxing more.

Stolas felt his own tension releasing while they reminisced “I would’ve happily kissed you when we were watching Jaws.”

Blitzø scoffed “Like I could let that be our first kiss! I know you like the romance Stolas. I probably should’ve planned out the first time we slept together better.”

“I think it was perfect.” Stolas sighed “Just like in the novels, just swept up in each other.” He gazed into Blitzø’s eyes “Why did you decide to finally ask me out now after all this time?”

Blitzø licked his lips “Well I want us to-” he was cut off, the lights dimmed and a voice spoke out over the speakers.

“Ladies and gentlemen! I see some sexy faces around here tonight! Welcome, welcome, to Ozzie's! Lust ring's number one place for all kinds of sick twisted fantasies. Put on display for all you Sleaze and Sleazettes.”

The jester imp descended down the center stage, Stolas startled as he vaguely recognized Fizzarolli, he swiftly turned his head to Blitzø. His eyes were as wide as saucers, he quickly pulled up a menu to cover his face as Fizz walked around the stage, a soft “sh*t!” slipped from his lips.

“The gin joint of Asmodeus himself! C'mon, give him some love !” Fizz called out to the crowd who clapped and cheered, Stolas’ attention snapped back to his words.

“Um, did he say Asmodeus?” He felt as if he’d been doused in freezing water, the sin of Lust would recognize him immediately even if the two were not particularly close. He did not want the sin to spread around misinformed gossip about him and Blitzø.

“I am the one and only Fizzarolli! Some of you may recognize this dashing clown face from my numerous toy-botic replicas across the rings of Hell. Gloriously designed by the big man himself and ribbed for your pleasure tonight. We have a great lineup for you tonight: Verosika Mayday, Wet Dream and The Squirterz!” The spot light flicked over to the bar to light up the night's entertainment.

Blitzø slumped more in his seat “What the f*ck is this a reunion.”

“Blitzø? Should we leave?” Stolas was concerned about staying now anyways but Blitzø looked far too uncomfortable.

He glanced around, grinding his fangs together. Fizzarolli in the background was talking about suing whoever was responsible for burning down Loo Loo Land, now Stolas had a hand raised to cover his face “Maybe we should sneak out when the next performer goes up. Sorry Stols.”

“It’s okay, we can go somewhere else.” This wouldn't be a good place to reconnect with Fizz especially with how poorly things had gone with Barbie when there hadn’t been an audience. Stolas reached his free hand out to touch Blitzø’s.

“So, without wasting any more time, our little opening act is a fresh one! Coming at us from a little imp from the Wrath Ring, give it up for Moxxie... with no creative stage name whatsoever.” They both watched as Moxxie approached the stage carrying his guitar as Fizz had leapt up to the balcony where Asmodeus loomed.

Stolas glanced toward the doorway then Blitzø who was letting the menu fall down “We could stay for his set then go.” Blitzø looked conflicted. “I wouldn’t mind either way, it's your choice.”

“Let's just stay for this, I don’t think he’ll notice me” Blitzø’s back was facing Fizz’s perch. “Then I’ll take us somewhere else, lots of clubs in Lust to check out.”

Moxxie had begun his song, strumming his guitar and serenading Milldred

I love you

More than the brimstone loves the fire

More than Beelze loves her bub

More than a maggot loves gangrenous stubs

Everyone was turned toward Moxxie watching him perform but Stolas looked over to Milldred, she was gazing at her husband with so much love and adoration Stolas’ own heart swelled as he witnessed it. He was glad they were staying for this special moment.

You make my spirit sing

Yeah, you make me glad I live in Hell

Our love is a story sweet to tell

Yeah, you cast a special satanic spell

Over my heart

Love is a journey we decided to start

Yeah, I hope we'll never ever be apart

I love you, I love you

I love you, I love you

As he continued the mood in the room was shifting, it seemed the other patrons were not happy with the love ballad and soon Asmodeus and Fizz joined Moxxie on the stage, singing along with him in a mocking tone until they both fell into peels of laughter. Moxxie was clearly distressed, he slowly stopped singing to look at the King of Lust as he took over the song to chastise the imp for singing about love and sentiments in his lounge of lust.

Still the Sin did not have Moxxie removed from the stage but gave him another opportunity to sing this time to follow his desired theme, Moxxie looked concerned as he began strumming at his guitar again to sing once more.

I want to…

Make gentle love to you

Asmodeus and Fizz were not impressed with this, cutting him off yet again to redouble on mocking the imp for the whole crowd that joined in laughing as the King suggested his wife was unsatisfied.

Blitzø stood up immediately, Stolas was about to reach out and stop him but the imp was seething he called out “Hey now I’ve watched those two pork many times.” Stolas couldn’t help the hand that dragged across his face because of course Blitzø would say that of all things “And, honestly, they make missionary look- relatively exciting”

Moxxie for his part did not seem overly shocked to see Blitzø although he still groaned before being shoved out of the way by Fizz who walked down the stage “Is that Blitzo? You're showing your face around here.” he said in a sing-song tone still “Hey everyone this guy is a total disgrace! Some nerve you have to comment on a relationship, last I checked your love life is a pile of sh*t.” As he said it he glanced towards Stolas, his eyebrows raised momentarily before a sinister smile crossed his face.

“Oh Blitzo?” A woman's voice joined, Stolas looked over to see Verosika Mayday swaying her curvy hips as she approached them “I used to date him, I'd stroke and I'd fella*te him” She stretched over a table caressing her midriff as demons took photos “Yeah, but when it was my turn. He did no reciprocatin'” She returned to approaching Blitzø, shoving him down, Stolas shifted in his seat standing up. “A selfish imp in the sheets and just as bad in the streets. A reckless, heartbreaking-”

“Enough of this!” Stolas cut off the pop star, he walked around their table trying to help Blitzø get up, they were going to leave now. He reached his hand out for Blitzø to take, he looked shell-shocked, eyes focused on the woman in front of him.

Before Stolas could touch him Fizz had leapt down to block his path as Asmodeus turned his interest to the scene unfolding “Oh now whose this? Is your date a demon prince?” The king of lust laughed, as the audience’s eyes all turned to Stolas, his heart pounding in his chest with the overwhelming amount of attention “Stolas is that you?”

Stolas tried again to reach for Blitzø, ready to physically toss aside the jester that was openly jeering at his date but Asmodeus grabbed him by the arm shoving him back into his chair “My dark lord how the mighty do fall.” He tried to struggle free but he was not as strong as the Sin, he watched as Blitzø was dragged back to his chair by Fizz, not even putting up a fight.

“You used to have a smoking wife, a kid you had it all!” The sins magic flared to life and the images of Stella and Octavia appeared before him, twin expressions of disgust and hate. He looked to his daughter's mirage, guilt swelling up and consuming him, he’d broken his vows and completely broken her world and couldn’t even explain to her why.

“I hope you didn't give it up. So, you and him could get it on” Asmodeus continued his torment, Stolas couldn’t bear to look at his daughter. He was so ashamed of the contempt she was giving him, how he was failing her as a parent yet again, as he always seemed to be doing, his breaths were getting quicker and he clutched at his chest. The images turned from him walking behind Blitzø before dissipating, the imp gazed at him with a mixture of confusion, hurt and shame across his features. Stolas looked away and tried to cover his own face so he wouldn’t have to face another person he loved being let down by him.

“You sold your life for a thrust!” Asmodeus and Fizzarolli finally leaving the two to return to the stage “Now that's the spirit of Lust!” He continued his song but Stolas was not listening to the words as his mind spiraled away from him, he was too afraid to even turn his top eyes towards Blitzø.

There was a shout, the music being cut out, from his peripherals he noted Millie had intervened, she returned her husband's guitar to let him finish what he’d started. Stolas glanced towards them momentarily, seeing a concerned look cross Millie's face as she looked back at him and Blitzø.

I love us, I love us just the way we are

Don't have to pretend to like to do things we don't

I've always got you around to laugh at my stupid jokes

I'll never take you for granted, I'll always give you my best

And if you can offer the same, fate will handle the rest

'Cause I love you, 'cause I love you

He finally found the courage to look back at Blitzø, now that the audience had pivoted their attention back to the stage. “Blitzø… I-” His voice was choked as he reached towards the imps hand but Blitzø pulled away from him.

“Let's get out of here.” His brows were drawn and his mouth was set in a grimace as he got up from his chair. Blitzø started towards the exit, glancing back once to see that Stolas had followed, which he did all the way to the van, unsure what he should do as he watched Blitzø climb into the driver's seat.

He stayed in there, still not looking at Stolas, he had not offered the door or suggested he take a portal. He was leaving this up to Stolas so the prince slipped into the slightly too tight passenger seat and they began a silent drive back to Pride.

Blitzø was seething, his hands hurt from how hard he was gripping the steering wheel and a headache was beginning to pulse in his skull. He was so mad at everyone who had singled him out, they should’ve left and not stayed for Moxxie’s performance, how was he supposed to know Fizz and Verosika of all people would team up to expose him like that.

He glanced over at Stolas, the owl was tucked into himself, arms wrapped around his waist with his head leaning against the window. He was angry with Stolas as well, for looking away, for hiding from him but mostly he was furious at himself. He never should’ve gotten involved with the prince again,it didn’t matter that Stolas was unhappy in his marriage he was still married to someone, still as unavailable as he had been the first time they let their feelings take control. And they had a kid, he was literally ruining a family, just like his own.

“About what Asmodeus said-” Stolas shifted in his seat, finally speaking up.

A growl slipped out of Blitzø, he shot Stolas a warning look, he didn’t want to talk about the King of Lust. Stolas wasn’t the only one who sold his life for a thrust in this f*cked up situationship that they found themselves in and Blitzø did not think he could talk about it without it turning into a full on fight. They were nearing Stolas’ palace, he would drop him off, go home and cool off.

“So… Verosika May-”

“Nope.” Blitzø snapped, he jammed the on button for the radio and cranked the volume. Finally the palace came into view, Blitzø pulled up to the front door, he didn’t turn the engine off but did put the van in park while he waited for Stolas to get out.

Stolas continued to sit in the van, he reached out and shut off the radio “Blitzø. Will you come in and we can talk?” He was staring at Blitzø, but he couldn’t return his look so Blitzø kept his own gaze on the steering wheel. “Or we could just watch a movie? Maybe cuddle?”

“No. If I go in there with you we are going to do what we always do and end up-” he cut himself off, f*cking didn’t feel right to describe what they were doing anymore. “Tonight was a mistake, I should’ve thought this through.”

“Please don’t say that. I know it didn’t go well but even though it didn’t turn out the way I’d always hoped I still enjoy it when I get to spend time with you Blitzø. I would like for us to try this again.” Stolas placed a hand over Blitzø’s.

“Why? Where would we even end up? Let's just forget about tonight and enjoy our casual sex agreement.” He was trying to keep his voice even, his words measured as he pulled his hand away from Stolas’ touch.

“I only agreed to that stupid arrangement to be with you Blitzø, to get close with you again, I don’t want just a physical relationship with you. I-”

“You’re married Stolas! You have a kid, a family! Where does that leave me? Where do I fit in that? And Loona?” He shouldn’t have ignored the obstacles just because they had feelings for each other, because they made each other happy. That wasn’t enough, they were headed to the same end as before.

“I’m leaving Stella.”

“What?” He whipped his head towards the owl completely caught off guard, he had never expected Stolas to actually leave her, he couldn’t stop his heart from soaring “She moved out?”

“Well no, she still lives here during the week.” He opened his beak to explain more but Blitzø cut him off.

“So you have the paperwork?” He watched Stolas’ face fall. “Did you even talk to a lawyer?”

“No, she has been refusing to discuss-”

“That's not a divorce Stolas. You can’t just-” His anger was spiking again “f*cking day dream a divorce into existence!” Empty f*cking words thats all this was.

“It’s not- I’m trying to-” Stolas was fumbling with his words, not able to finish a sentence.

“I need you to go. I think we both have some sh*t to figure out.” Stolas tried once more to reach for Blitzø but the imp got out of his seat, he walked around the van and opened Stolas door “Please I need some time to calm down and think.”

“Okay.” Stolas relented, climbing out he moved over so Blitzø could close the door and return to his seat. “Um. Goodnight Blitzø.” Stolas gave his usual bow to him.

“Night.” He drove off, not looking back to see if Stolas went inside. He headed for the apartment, when he realized Loona was still out he walked to the convenience store a few blocks over, intending on grabbing a fresh pack of smokes but opted for a cheap bottle of liquor instead.

The night air cooled off and a sudden thunderstorm hit, he drank straight from the bottle as he worked his way home in the pouring rain. He didn’t bother changing out of his wet clothes, just grabbed a tub of ice cream out of the freezer, poured the booze into it and sat on the couch. Flipping through channels he stuffed his face, the combination was not the best but he didn’t care. He just wanted to stop feeling for a few Satan damned hours and yet decided to torture himself by pulling out that old shoe box filled with the memories he couldn’t let go of. He cried himself to sleep that night.

Blitzø had left a while ago, Stolas was slumped in his greenhouse amongst some of his prized blooms drinking from a bottle of absinthe. It was an abysmal end to a spectacularly awful day. Blitzø had been right about Stolas not actually doing anything substantial to end his marriage.

Still he wanted to be with Blitzø and only Blitzø, Stolas wanted to tell him he was still in love with him after all this time, that he is one of the best things in his life, one of the most important people. He just couldn’t get the words out. He took another long pull from his drink.

The door opened at the other end, Octavia hesitantly peered in “Dad?”

“Starfire!” Stolas hoped his voice did not slur, he shoved the alcohol into a nearby pot. “I had not realized you were home tonight, let me get cleaned up and we can-”

“Are you okay Dad?” She walked over to him, he tried to stand up but was a bit off balance and slipped back on his ass.

“I’m perfectly fine Via, just need a moment.” He smiled at her as she came to sit beside him, frowning deeply.

“You don’t have to do that thing where you act like everything is fine and perfect all the time. I’m not a kid.” She leaned against his arm. “And don’t lie and say you don’t do that.”

Stolas laughed “You know me too well Starfire.” He wrapped an arm around his daughter. “Via… I have to tell you something. A very long time ago your mother and I were arranged to marry but I have never- You see I’m- I prefer the company-” He was doing it again, why couldn’t he ever just say what he needed to say.

Octavia took his hand and watched him patiently “Take your time Dad. I’ll wait.”

He took a few breaths, tears were gathering in his eyes, how did he get so lucky to have such a wonderful and caring child, she deserved his honesty “I like men.”

“Well obviously.” She rolled her eyes and gave him a playful smile.

“I- excuse me?”

“Dad, you're hooking up with a guy. It’s pretty clear you like men.” she laughed softly, he joined her after a moment until her smile fell slightly “Did you and mom ever love each other?”

“I’m sorry Octavia, but no we did not.” His heart broke a little seeing her eyes dim, realizing her childhood memories were about to be forever altered with this information “I love you though, please never ever doubt that I love you.” Stolas held her face in both of his hands “I will always love you, Starfire”

She smiled “I love you too Dad.” They hugged tightly, Octavia pulled away first and it took everything in him not to cling harder to their embrace. “Do you love him?”

Stolas barked out a nervous laugh “I do but I think everything is falling apart with Blitzø.”

“Bad… uh date?” She looked him over and said, “You are dressed more spiffy than usual.”

“You could say that. He wants us to take some time to think about things.”

“Probably not a bad idea. You need to deal with the whole still being married to mom thing.” She gave him a sympathetic look “Then you should be clear about what you want.”

“And that would be okay with you? If I pursue Blitzø romantically?”

“You kind of already are?” She pulled her knees in close, wrapping her arms around them “I’m not going to be cool right away okay? But I don’t want you to be miserable your whole life and you seem happier with him around… for the most part. Tonight excluded.”

“Thank you Starfire.”

“You just can’t leave and forget about me for some guy, even if he is your boyfriend.”

“I promise I won't.” Octavia sighed and held out her hand, pinkie extended, he looped his around it. “I love you very much Via” He pulled her into another hug.

She groaned “Okay I get it! Come on, let's head inside and get you some caffeine. Or at least a breath mint, I can smell that nasty booze.” She helped him stand up and made their way back into the palace together.

Days passed by, Stolas kept looking at his phone, he had not heard from Blitzø since their disastrous date. He had sent far too many texts, they all went unread, unable to face being ignored more he had stopped reaching out, ‘ He just needs time that's all. He’ll call. ’

Soon the days turned into a full week, Stolas was barely focusing on his work, constantly checking his phone instead of listening in meetings, debating if he should pop over to the office or simply summon Blitzø’s image to check in on him. ‘ No no he just needs space to calm down. ’

His phone lit up while he was charting some new prophecy for Lucifer, Stolas immediately answered it “Blitzø! I’m so glad you called I miss-”

“It’s Loona.”

“Loona? Is everything alright?” Why would she be calling him from Blitzø’s phone, had he gotten severely injured on a hit?

“Not really. Dad is sick, it's pretty bad.” She sounded scared “I don’t know what else to do, he isn’t getting better and I can’t bring him to the hospital. I thought you might be able to help? Do you have some magic that can help? Or maybe you’ve read something, you know a lot of different stuff right?”

“I will be right over.” He had never been to Blitzø’s home but he was able to portal to the imp regardless. “It will be okay Loona.”

“Thanks.” He was already stepping through a portal before she could hang up the phone. Standing in a small apartment he saw Loona hovering by a couch “Oh good, he’s here.”

Stolas ducked slightly as he maneuvered over, Blitzø was laying there a horse print blanket draped over his small frame. He was shivering but when Stolas touched his skin it was burning, the imps eyes opened slightly, the pupils were dilated “Stols?” he whispered.

“Yes darling. You seem to have a very bad fever.” He looked at Loona “Has he been eating? Drinking?”

“I tried to get him to eat something but he barely takes any bites before saying he’s not hungry, and water has been so-so. I thought it was just a normal flu, you know tired and sore but-” Stolas put a hand on her shoulder.

“Let's take him to a hospital.”

“I can’t.” Loona panicked.

“I will take care of any costs-” He glanced around the small apartment seeing only two additional doors, assuming one was a bathroom it appeared as though this couch was Blitzø’s bed all the time not just right now.

“He wont let me take him there. Believe me I tried.”

“Let me.” Stolas kneeled next to Blitzø, brushing a hand over his face, the imp blinked a few times trying to focus “I’m going to bring you to the hospital Blitzø.”

“No. Too expensive” He started to pull away. Stolas reached out to pick him up “No, I'm not going there. I’m not! I’m not!” He was crying out, terror seeped into his face, kicking and shoving at Stolas “I won't go!” This was not about money.

“Okay, okay I won't take you there.” Stolas tried to calm him down again, Lona stepped in to help, when the imp settled she pulled him to the kitchen.

“I told you. Don’t you have magic that can help him?” She grabbed his grimoire that had been sitting open on the table, shoving it into his hands.

“I don’t have those kinds of spells Loona. He needs medical attention.” Her face fell, she rubbed at her eyes “I may be able to gather some herbs and brew something to help break the fever. What else have you done?”

“Cool compress and some advil.” She was biting on her thumb claw.

“That's very good, Loona. Let me go to my garden when I come back I will give him a lukewarm bath and we can get him another cool compress. Okay?” She nodded at him, “Will you be alright? When did you last eat?”

“Um I don’t remember, this morning?” She looked frazzled, the prince brushed past her to open the fridge, it was mostly empty, a few condiments and old take out containers “We missed grocery day.”

“Order something here for yourself.” Stolas reached into a pocket, he had some cash on him thankfully, “No protests, just take this.” He put the money in her paw. “I will be right back” He portaled back to his herb garden, snipping a few different sprigs before returning.

Loona was hanging up a phone call while Stolas filled the kettle and began to boil water. She hovered next to him so he pointed out what each herb was and how it could help as he plucked off leaves and petals, crushing them into a powder. “Could you run the bath for me Loona? Lukewarm.”

The hellhound darted off to the bathroom, he could hear the water running as he pulled the kettle off the burner and added the herbs. He walked back to Blitzø, his breaths were a bit labored but he seemed to be asleep, Stolas scooped him up and brought him to the bathroom “That needs to steep for a while, I’ll get him cleaned up, would you mind leaving some fresh clothes at the door?”

“Will do.” She left them alone, it was easy enough to undress and bath Blitzø, he mumbled a bit but nothing coherent. Loona had left a loose white shirt and black shorts for him to redress Blitzø in, the imp clung to his neck when Stolas returned him to the couch.

Loona had a mini strainer in her hand “Can I give him some now?” Stolas nodded, she returned to the kitchen, pouring the tea into a mug, they made Blitzø sit up and drink the whole cup before letting him lay down for some more sleep. Shortly after there was a knock at the door, Loona went and grabbed the Bee Eats delivery “You like WackDonalds?” She pulled out two large orders of fries and four burgers.

The two sat on the floor next to the sleeping imp, chomping down on the fast food “In the next few hours we should get him to eat some soup.”

“We have some kicking around I’m sure.” She gazed over at Blitzø “I should’ve called you sooner.”

“You took very good care of him, Loona. He is lucky to have such a capable daughter.” Stolas patted her hand.

She smiled “Thanks I guess.” Loona picked at the cushion “You guys had a bad night didn’t you? I um saw your texts. I wasn’t trying to snoop or anything.”

“Oh, yes. Unfortunately.” He wasn't sure how much he could disclose to Loona.

“Listen it's not my business but it's obvious you guys like each other a lot. So if you two could figure your sh*t out already that would be nice.” She looked straight at Stolas “And if I see my dad get heart broken I will make you regret it.”

She had a bit of an unnerving stare but he knew this was coming from a place of love, which would make Blitzø very happy. “Understood. Now you get some rest, I will stay and watch him.” She hesitated for a moment. “You not taking care of yourself won't help Blitzø.”

“Fine. I’ll set an alarm for a few hours.” She changed his compress before heading to bed, Stolas leaned his head against the cushion watching Blitzø’s chest rise and fall. He slept soundly for a while, at some point he grimaced, and began mumbling, Stolas was fairly certain he had said Mama and Fizz.

“It will be okay Darling.” Stolas hushed him, running a hand over his cheek, it was still hot but at least it hadn’t gotten worse. He stretched out his cramping legs, his foot brushed against a box, curious Stolas pulled it out from under the coffee table. It was an old shoe box, when he lifted the lid he was face to face with the dried up bouquet he had once give Blitzø, he moved it out of the way to grab three photos, he smiled at the pictures of Blitzø when he was still a child at the circus, things were so simple when they were that age.

He grabbed the last item, a folded up piece of paper, so worn from age and being unfolded and refolded the paper had started to disintegrate. He was shocked to see it was his wedding day save the date card. ‘ Why did he keep this? ’

Blitzø’s stirred behind him “Stols?”

“I’m still here.” Stolas shoved the contents back into the box, he reached out for Blitzø’s hand the imp intertwined their fingers.

“Did you do it?” he whispered.

“Do what Blitzy?”

“Magic. A spell on me, all these years, was it all just owl magic” His words were a bit slurred.

“I don’t know what you mean by that Blitzø.”

“You made me want you even when I didn’t want to. It was magic this whole time right?” He was sniffling now “That's why I can’t stop coming back to you.” Stolas’ felt his world shifting. He had always felt that draw to each, in his heart it was fate that bound them, it had brought them together as children and again now because they were meant to be. Blitzø it seemed did not hold that same sentiment.

“I’m sorry Blitzø.” He kissed the imps hand, “Let's get you some more tea.”

Stolas poured another cup for Blitzø, he helped the imp sit up to drink it, he continued to mutter about work, his daughter, the dishes for some reason “It’s alright, everything is being taken care of. You keep resting, I’ll make something for you to eat.”

He replaced the compress on his forehead, he gathered up his and Loona’s trash, depositing in the kitchen garbage and shuffling through the cupboards to find a can of chicken noodle soup and a pot, setting it up to boil on the stove. The apartment was clearly kept tidy, albeit it was cluttered, there wasn’t much in the way of clear surface space, lots of knick knacks especially of the horse variety, the walls seemed to be covered in photos, some in frames, others simply pinned a sprinkling of drawings in between.

He decided to get a closer look at the memories Blitzø decided to display, he approached a large one of the entire I.M.P. group. He frowned, there was a mark over Blitzø’s face, he tried to rub it away but it remained. He looked at the other pictures, every one that had Blitzø featured in it had the imp scribbled out, even ones of his childhood.

“Hey it's going to boil over!” Loona stalked out of her room headed straight for the stove top, shutting the burner off, the lid had been clanging as the soup bubbled up overheated.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to wake you, Loona.” Stolas slowly pulled his gaze from the photos. “I’ll clean that up, please get some more rest.”

“It’s fine.” Loona’s fur was mussed, bags under her eyes and a severely wrinkled black nightgown. She did not look fine with the rude awakening. She poured half the soup into a bowl, steam curled around and she looked at Stolas finally, eyes softening “He does that sometimes.”

Stolas looked back at the pictures “Why?”

“I don’t know, he never seems to do it when I’m around. We kind of stopped replacing the frames, it was pointless. He’ll just end up doing it again.” She looked sorrowful, he couldn’t stop himself from walking over and pulling her into a hug, for a moment she seemed so much younger, like a small child unsure of her place.

He was surprised to find Loona did not push him away immediately and could have sworn he felt her return his hug briefly before pulling away. She rubbed her eyes rather aggressively, a look of annoyance on her face, “I’m just tired. Please don’t burn our home down while I sleep.”

“I will certainly try not to.” She rolled her eyes at his joke then returned to her room, leaving Stolas to rouse Blitzø to eat. After he finished nearly the full bowl Stolas left him on the couch, put the leftovers in the fridge, picked up his grimoire and found a spell that allowed him to remove the marker from all of Blitzø’s pictures.

Then he gathered any permanent markers he could find and took them to his own home, swapping them out for ones that had water-based ink so they would be easy to clean off, he thought about bespelling the glass to not be altered but worried what Blitzø might do as an alternative when he needed to express whatever emotions he was experiencing during these moments.

He returned to Blitzø’s side once more, resolved to give the imp some space after his fever broke. He was going to get his own affairs in order regardless but also Blitzø the time he needed to decide if he really wanted to pursue a romantic relationship with Stolas.

Chapter 18: Fireworks

Chapter Text

It had been a very long night at Blitzø’s but eventually his fever had broken. Stolas stayed with Loona for a while after, until it was apparent Blitzø was improving, they sat together at the small dining table playing a card game and sharing small talk.

Loona looked over the photos but said nothing about it, she did however tell Stolas about the party she had attended the same night they had gone to Ozzies. It was clear she had a bit of a crush on her friend Tex, who was in a relationship with none other than Beelzebub. Stolas didn’t miss the slight blush on her face when she described meeting the Sin of Gluttony.

When Blitzø woke up with a clear head the two gave him some more food and tea. The imp looked confused to see Stolas at all, clearly not recalling their earlier interaction. Loona thanked Stolas for helping out, Blitzø did as well but was not making direct eye contact with the prince so Stolas took his leave after making sure Loona had his cell phone number if something came up.

He was exhausted when he finally returned to the palace. The night was slowly bleeding away into the morning, Stolas dragged himself out onto the balcony humming a tune before letting a familiar song slip from his lips as he watched the horizon’s colour shift with the pentagrams rise.

Prince, all alone, upon your throne

Your power is so frail

You raise your voice

You have no choice

Inside your gilded jail

“What the f*ck are you doing? Where have you been all day and night? Out with your filthy imp whor*?” Stella interrupted his solitude, he flinched at her sneer.

“Do not call Blitzø that.” Stolas didn’t even bother to turn towards her.

“Why shouldn’t I? It’s the truth.” He could hear her steps approaching him.

“Please leave me Stella, I am in no mood.”

“Oh of course not Stolas. The poor miserable prince is sad, again. I am sick of listening to you screech your silly woes all the time. Its pathetic-”

“Why are you still here then? I have made it clear I do not wish to continue this marriage. You leave on the weekends and take my daughter and then you come back despite hating me!” He turned towards her now “Why won’t you just leave!”

Stella smiled cruelly, “Because I like tormenting you. I want to keep reminding you of what you did. How you were the one to ruin the perfect little life you so desperately wanted to pretend to have.”

“I know what I did! I also know I never hurt you, you never cared for me nor I you. We were arranged for one reason, we did our duty to the Goetia family, we gave them their precautionary heir. I tried to make us all comfortable, I only put up with your insults and cruelty to give Octavia a normal life, but you are right it was all pretend, it was never real. I cannot do this anymore, I cannot wait for this to go away on its own. I want you out. Now.”

“What do you mean, out?” Stella seethed.

“I mean out! Out of the palace, out of my life! We are getting the divorce! Whether you like it or not!” He would petition Lucifer himself if Stella refused to agree, they were not going to remain married any longer.

“How dare you!” She stepped in closer as Stolas instinctively took another back, but not breaking eye contact “What do you think the rest of the Goetia will think? I will tell them of your indiscretions if you do this.” She had started raising her hand, a familiar gesture “How will your father and Andrealphus-”

Stolas caught her hand as it came down, not allowing her to backhand his face “I don't care what either of them thinks, your arrogant brother would do well to remember our respective titles and as for my father, he got what he wanted from our marriage. He has not spared a thought on our lives in the past seventeen years.”

Stella pulled her wrist from his grasp, he did not try to hold on, there was a fire burning in her eyes yet she smiled “Fine. I have no desire to stay in the company of a traitorous embarrassment anyways. What a shame you have fallen from what little grace you had Stolas. I will make sure you pay for it.”

Stolas watched her leave, waiting until long after the front entrance slammed before finally collapsing on the cement. Tears rolled down his face, it was not just sorrow that caused them to fall, a strange giddiness was mixed into his emotions, he felt the urge to laugh and sob. A weight had been lifted from his shoulders finally.

Perhaps she would drag this out, tell everyone horrid lies about him, but he didn’t care anymore. She was out of the palace, at long last he was that much closer to freedom. He pulled out his phone, looking up reviews on divorce lawyers, he would call a few today and keep moving forward.

Blitzø was tied up in a cage hanging from the ceiling in a warehouse in Greed, his captors were none other than Moxxie’s mafioso father, who Blitzø had the displeasure of meeting once before, and none other than Striker. This was not the worst part of his day, no that was the reason he had been looped into this situation, Fizzarolli.

He had a nasty run in with the jester imp outside some sh*tty coffee shop, it had only been a few weeks since his date with Stolas at Ozzie’s, and his ego was still bruised. He was all too eager to give into the urge to run down the other imp and start a fist fight.

Fizz was struggling in his ropes, they had done a good job of restraining his robotic limbs “Chill out, christ on a stick, you act like you’ve never been tied up before.” Blitzø rolled his eyes, they hadn’t even bothered to disarm him, once Striker left them alone he would go for his boot knife.

“Not by a bunch of psychos and a piece of sh*t!” Fizz snapped glaring over at Blitzø as he tipped over, chin hitting the metal hard, he cried “Why is this happening I was just supposed to go out for gas station milk!”

“Relax I’m sure your royal boss isn’t going to let anything happen to his preppy f*ck doll.” Blitzø chuffed, he had not been in the ransom video but it was very clear Crimson knew Ozzie would pay up for Fizz’s return, not something most ‘coworkers’ did for each other in Hell.

“Oh you want to go there, I saw your interests have turned back to a certain prince.” Fizz laughed, sitting up again “How did you manage to convince him to let you slink back into his bed? Wifey didn’t cut it after all?”

“f*ck you!” Blitzø glared into his former friends smug face “At least he doesn’t own me, I work for my shi-” He cut himself off, maybe Stolas didn’t act like he was incharge of Blitzø life but without his grimoire they wouldn’t have half the success they’d been enjoying at I.M.P.

“You think I didn’t have to work! After what happened to me? I just had everything served to me on a platter?” Blitzø looked away in shame “Yeah, I didn’t just f*ck my way through life.”

“What would you know about my life?” Blitzø whispered, scooching further from the other imp.

“Nothing, and honestly I don’t care to learn anything. Next time you want to take your princy out don’t bring him to my part of town.”

“Don’t worry that will never happen again, you and that big chicken made sure of it.” Blitzø gnawed on his bottom lip, he didn’t understand why he was even talking about this with Fizz, like his heart wanted to spill everything out because it didn’t understand this person was not his friend anymore “We haven’t spoken since you two blew up our spot.”

The two really hadn’t had any interaction since Stolas left his apartment after Blitzø’s fever cleared up. He had spent some time worrying over the prince seeing his tiny rundown apartment, in the sh*ttest part of Imp city, especially when he realized Stolas had cleaned his frames. Blitzø had no idea how to even begin a conversation about that and now was not the time to start revisiting that line of thought.

“I literally just said I don’t care.” Fizz rolled his eyes and began struggling in his binds once more.

“Oh and he says he’s leaving his wife!” Fizz let out a frustrated sigh but Blitzø continued “But nope just still with her! He is always around too, because he cares about my work, my friends and my kid! Just not enough to do something about-”

“Oh my Satan I cannot believe that after sixteen years I am still having to listen to you whine about Stolas!” Fizz snapped “For f*cksake it’s always-”

“Would you two shut the f*ck up already! Bickering like a couple of teen skan*s.” Striker used the stack of boxes he’d been perched on to lean towards their cage, tilting it “As far as I’m concerned you’re both embarrassments to our kind for f*cking around with blue bloods.” He grinned maliciously towards Blitzø “Don’t think you’re any better than this little purse dog.”

“Says the supremacists.” Blitzø rolled his eyes.

Striker lashed out, unable to reach Blitzø he grabbed Fizz instead, hand clasped around the jester’s neck, choking him. Blitzø struggled to get up, about to get out his boot knife when Crimson yelled out “Hey hick-for-hire, I said watch ‘em, not f*ck ‘em. Hands off the merchandise.”

Striker growled, his tail let out a menacing rattle as he shoved Fizz away, finally retreating. “I’m not a glorified babysitter.” he muttered while leaping to the ground below. “You good?” Blitzø asked Fizz, who took some deep gasps before nodding, “Okay, let's get out of here then.”

Blitzø slid his boot along the bottom of the cage, his knife sliding out enough for him to start cutting away at his arm bindings, Fizz glared as he watched “You had a knife this whole time!”

He smirked as he freed them both from their bindings “Stop bitching while I work this.”

Stolas was reviewing the contract terms for the safe return of Fizzarolli, he had not expected this turn of events when he’d contacted the Sin of Lust to ask for an asmodean crystal he could give to Blitzø for I.M.P.

“Okay, so! I believe this draft allows for some factory ownership, specifically located in the Greed Ring... with allocated funds going to your client for the foreseeable future... while ensuring the safe return of one ‘Fizzarolli’.” Stolas smiled over to Asmodeus.

“Perfect, give me the pen.” Asmodeus tried to swipe one from the desk the particularly nasty greed lawyer was set up on.

“Just a moment, I need to read over this first.” He pulled the entire stack towards himself, taking a sip from his mug as he began to leisurely read it over. Stolas truly hoped Stella would not employ this man or their divorce would take years to finalize.

Asmodeus looked ready to burn the whole building down, a spark from his out of control flames had landed on his cape, Stolas swiftly put it out “You know this doesn't mean I’m going to change my mind.” Asmodeus was looking at Stolas again.

“Of course not.” He knew Fizzarolli held Blitzø responsible for the fire, even Blitzø himself took on the full burden of that accident. Still Stolas had hoped to implore Asmodeus for one crystal. He wanted to give it to Blitzø, tell him about the divorce, then he would find out if Blitzø wanted more with him.

“Then why bother? You may as well leave now.” Asmodeus was clearly distressed, Stolas could recognize when a person was worried over someone they loved well enough to know there was more to the Sin of Lust and Fizzarolli’s ‘business partnership’. “Will you hurry up already!” Ozzie snapped at the lawyer, attention once again withdrawn from Stolas.

“Yelling won’t make me read any faster.” This man really had little self preservation.

“That’s it!” Asmodeus’ voice dropped and echoed its self, his face shifting to a red glow “I’m going to f*cking end your life.”

The door to the office slammed open, everyone turned to see Fizzarolli standing in the entryway “Ozzie!” he ran forward as Asmodeus called out for him, arms wrapping around each other. Stolas smiled at the display before smirking at the panicking lawyer who was shoving the contract into his briefcase.

“Get f*cked little one.” He grabbed his hat and prepared to leave when he saw Blitzø standing in the door “Blitzy?”

“Stols? What are you doing here?” His gaze was cutting between the reunited couple and Stolas.

“I-I had a meeting with Asmodeaus about uh- royal… work… stuff.” Stolas’s hands twisted around his hat “Wait. Why are you here and with Fizzarolli?”

“I just helped him out of a jam and made sure he got back okay.” Blitzø shrugged.

“How did you know he was kidnapped?” Stolas leaned down to whisper “Did you help kidnap him?” he teased, glad when the corner of Blitzø’s mouth ticked up.

“I was kinda snatched too. You know how it is, wrong place wrong time.” Stolas felt anger flare through him, he had been unaware Blitzø was in danger this whole time. Had not even sensed it like in the past. “Not like I was in more danger than a typical day of work, no need to go all scary demon mode Stols.”

He did not realize his feathers were shifting to black, he cleared his throat and pulled himself back together, behind him came the shriek of the lawyer demon mixed with laughter from Asmodeus and Fizzarolli. “Shall we leave them to it?”

“Yeah, later Fizz.” Blitzø called out before the two stepped out. Walking through the halls together, Blitzø told Stolas what had happened with Fizzarolli, most importantly that the two had opened up about the fire, they didn’t get into the big details but Blitzø said the two had plans to meet again. It was a great start.

“Would you like a portal somewhere?” Stolas asked when Blitzø had finished speaking.

“Nah, the van is parked out front.” Blitzø hesitated “I would offer you a lift but I need to get back to Loona… had only planned on grabbing some coffee. I’m sure she’s starting to wonder where the f*ck I am by now.”

“I understand.” Stolas continued with Blitzø, walking him all the way to his vehicle “I- I’m glad to see you are feeling better too.”

“Yeah, thanks again for that.” Blitzø kept his gaze downward. “About my-” he stopped making a grimace “About the book, I know we agreed I’d drop it off on the full moon, so I guess I’ll be by in a couple nights?”

“Oh well you don’t have to come by if you-” He got tongue tied, he really didn't want Blitzø to say he didn’t want to see him, he wasn’t ready for that yet “Actually if you’d like you can hold on to it for longer. I am alright. Nothing pressing is happening.”

“Okay. So, I won't come over then?”

“Alright, I will see you another time?”

“Yeah?”

“Great.” It felt like they were both hedging around each other and their own feelings, unable to broach the topic of what they wanted from one another. Stolas was still too nervous to bring it up first, not wanting to be unprepared. So he gave Blitzø a bow, bid him farewell and left things as they were for now.

He had a few more things to handle before he could give Blitzø a straightforward response to his questions from their previous conversation after Ozzie’s. Until then he would let Blitzø decide how much interaction they would have.

The full moon had come and gone, then a second full moon passed without Stolas and Blitzø meeting up once. It had been over two months since Stolas had reconnected with his grimoire, he was certainly feeling the affects but then again his general lethargy could also be in part due to the divorce proceedings with Stella, whose brother was more than happy to bicker over every part of the potential settlement.

In this time Asmodeus had reached out to give Stolas his requested crystal, it sat in case slipped between some books on his shelf. Although the person Stolas wanted to reach out had not and whenever the prince tried to contact Blitzø he felt his gut twist with uncertainty so his messages were far and few between.

A handful of times he’d tested to waters to see if Blitzø wanted to get together to catch up but the imp would respond that he may be busy so Stolas would just drop the offer and on the last full moon he’d lied and said he was fine without the grimoire for another month and not to feel obligated to come by with it, so Blitzø had not come over.

Solas just wanted to get something signed with Stella, then he could show Blitzø the paperwork, give him the crystal and make this a grand romantic gesture. It was just taking a bit longer than he had hoped and things were getting more awkward with Blitzø as the time passed.

He shook his head, today was not the day to dwell, he and Octavia had plans to go watch Azathoth's Tears, an exploding star that would shoot star dust made up of the hopes and dreams of every living thing that never came to be condensed and sent across the night sky in a dazzling final display, and it was finally time for them to witness this marvel.

Octavia had been so excited when she’d woken up this morning, it had been a while since she seemed so thrilled to spend time with him. She was handling the divorce fairly well, Stolas supposed. She wasn’t caught off guard when Stella had officially left the house, demanding nearly all her possessions the very next day. Still Octavia spent weekends with her mother, and a decent portion of her time at the palace blaring music in her room, which was normal so Stolas wasn’t too worried.

“Your Highness.” Pringles knocked as he entered Stolas’ office.

“Yes?” Stolas looked up from his ignored paperwork.

“You have guests.”

“Oh? Who is it?” He got up and walked around the large desk, hand grazing over the clawed mark as he passed.

“Marquis Andrealphus, Lady Stella and some others who appear to be her legal council.” Pringles stepped aside to let Stolas pass, walking behind him as they made their way to the main greeting parlor.

Stolas let out an annoyed snarl. “Unannounced of course.” he already pulled out his phone and sent a text message to his lawyer.

“Shall I have refreshments brought out?” Pringles remained professional as always.

“No, do not bother over the likes of them.” Stolas straightened his cape before heading into the room, noting none of the demons within stood, while he could care less if anyone else stood on ceremony for him but with these particular siblings it was a clear jab of disrespect.

“To what do I owe the displeasure Stella?” He asked sweeping past them to sit in the lone chair left unoccupied around the coffee table. She glared looking at the empty table “You will not be staying long, surely you can survive without a glass of wine.”

“How dare-” She clenched her fist but Andrealphus placed his own hand over hers.

“We are here to discuss the most recent draft your lawyer sent over, we have some changes to discuss.” He smirked.

“Can this not wait until we have a proper meeting?” Stolas pulled out his phone again, sending another message to his lawyer who said she was available if needed.

“This cannot wait.” Stella was smiling again “I’m taking Octavia, today. And she is not coming back.”

“Excuse me? You are not taking my daughter, we agreed you would have her on weekends while we work on our terms” Stolas had been requesting full custody of Octavia but he did not intend on barring her from seeing Stella, he knew he would not receive that much from Stella.

“She is my daughter to Stolas and I want full custody now, so you can’t poison her against me.”

“That is ludicrous, get out of my home at once all of you.” She barely cared about the girl since laying her egg, this was all just to spite him and not about making Octavia happy.

“Prince Stolas.” One of the lawyers cleared their throat. “Since you and my client allegedly had a verbal agreement there is no legal standing to say the child must stay in your primary care, children need a strong maternal presence.” Stolas couldn’t hold back his sharp laugh at the notion “We are willing to discuss this further now but otherwise my client has rights to take her daughter.”

“Oh and let me guess you’re willing to let this go for more money and possessions aren’t you Stella!” She faked being offended.

“I suggest you call your legal representation Prince.” Andrealphus drawled while picking at his talons.

“So today of all days you decide you must have Octavia? We must get all the lawyers in the room to go around and around, burning away time and money because you know we have been planning to see Azathoth's tears for years!” He was so angry his hands shook, still he pulled his phone out once more telling his lawyer he would open a portal to get them over immediately.

“Oh was that today?” Stella laughed rolling her eyes “Really Stolas I can’t possibly keep track of all the silly star events you find so fascinating.”

He waved a hand, the portal opening up to his lawyers office, the demon dashed through carrying contracts and looking ready to get into it. “Of course not, you couldn’t retain anything other than idle chatter and gossip in that head.”

“Oh you imp sucking-”

“Vapid witch-”

“Mom? Dad?” Octavia entered the room, she was clutching her arms “What's going on?”

“Darling, I’m sorry, did we disturb you?” Stolas quickly walked over to her, ushering her back to the door “Your mother and I have some details to iron out and apparently it cannot wait.” His head twisted around to give Stella a nasty glare.

She flipped him off and loudly whispered to one of her lawyers “Do you see what I mean!”

“I’m not turning her against you Stella!” Stolas snapped.

“Is it going to take long?” Octavia broke free from his hold, turning to look at them both.

“I’m not sure.” Stolas wanted to say of course not but he would be lying, Stella was going to drag this out as long as possible, he doubted she would even end up leaving with Octavia.

“But you will be done before tonight?”

“I certainly hope so… but I’m not certain.” Her face fell, and it was a bit petty of him but he couldn’t help but get a jab in at Stella who was causing this “You know how your mother is, she is being a real B-I-T-C-H.”

“What the f*ck do you mean by that!” Stella leapt up from her seat, trying to step over Andrealphus’ legs to get to Stolas.

“Well I assumed you didn’t know how to spell, I’ve certainly never seen you read!” Stolas’ lawyer walked over and quietly advised him not to stoop to her level.

“I’m going to take everything you own! Do you hear me! You’ll have nothing and no one left when I'm done with you!” Stella was still screeching at him.

Stolas glanced to check on Octavia but she had already left the room, he heard a door slamming upstairs, he would go to her room and apologize as soon as he got this ridiculous demand of Stella’s taken care of, hopefully with time to still witness their astrological event.

“Loonie can we please talk about-” Blitzø ducked too slow as the empty water dispenser was thrown at him, managing to hit his face “f*ck! I mean great throw honey, I am so proud of you!”

Lonna growls tossing anything within arms reach “Oh so proud! Are you proud of my rude behaviour when talking to clients!”

“Oh he is finally having the talk with Loona?” Millie piped up from the sidelines, sitting next to her husband. “I’m surprised.”

“He can’t keep putting it off.”

“I never said you were rude-” Blitzø swung a chair in front of him to take the brunt of the stale donuts now being hucked at his face.

“By the way you’re no perfect angel to them either!”

“You are right dear! We are all making improvements, and with just a few tweaks on both our parts we can get better, be more of a uh- people person?”

“I am a people person!” Moxxie laughed at her statement and received the empty donut box to the face. “If I’m so terrible, grow a pair and replace me!”

“Well… maybe I will?” Blitzø looked towards M&M received two thumbs up from Moxxie “Yeah, maybe it's tough love time missy. Now go back to your desk… please.” Lonna gave a final growl but retreated to her desk shoving in headphones.

“Good for you sir, you said you were going to have the talk and you did. I’m proud of you.” Moxxie patted Blitzø on the back. “I know this was stressful for you since things have been… awkward with-” he stopped short at Blitzø’s glare.

“You still haven’t patched things up with Stolas hun?” Millie asked.

“Can we not talk about him right now.” Blitzø was unsure where things were with Stolas. They had their little run in at Asmdeous’ tower but things were still up in the air. Stolas had asked to see him a couple times, Blitzø was actually busy since they were working extra contracts and before he could offer a rain check Stolas would text back some kind of non committal ‘Okay sorry to bother you/never mind’ which Blitzø didn’t know what to respond to with.

He just wasn’t ready to admit that despite his bravado when they were in the van he already knew he would go right back to Stolas and take any scraps he was offered. Even if he stayed married to Stella and hid their relationship away like the shameful thing it was. Blitzø just didn’t want to face that was the kind of person he was, not yet. So things were just hanging in limbo for now.

“You're right Boss, let's talk about hiring someone cheerful and qualified so our clients know they can trust us to massacre and mutilate their enemies!” Moxxie tried to shift the conversation but Millie wasn’t ready to drop it.

“You both have been looking a mess these past couple months, it might help if at least one of you would talk to us about what happened after that night.”

“Wait, have you been seeing Stolas?” Blitzø rounded on the woman.

“Well yes, we have met up a few times.” Millie gave a big smile as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

“So you guys are sneaking around behind my back with him?” Blitzø looked to Moxxie “You betray me like this Moxx after all I've done for you!”

“Stop being dramatic, we are friends with Stolas too.” Millie rolled her eyes.

“It’s not like it was planned, we ran into him at the opera house, you remember we invited you and Loona to that symphony last month? But you said you’d rather listen to nails on a chalkboard. Anyway he invited us to join him in his private box-”

“You entered my bird's private box!” Moxxie scrambled away from Blitzø who chased after him.

Millie let out a sigh, “There is no talking to you when you get like this B.” kicking her leg out to make Blitzø trip as he raced past her spot on the couch.

Blitzø growled about to snap at both of them when he felt a familiar tingle run up his spin, he whipped around to look at his office door, the window was lit up in a purple glow “The f*cking book!” He rushed over, Moxxie and Millie right behind him, he kicked the door open to see Octavia stepping through a portal, grimoire in hand. “Loona!”

“Oh yeah, you have a visitor.” Loona didn’t even bother to look from her magazine.

“Hilarious.” Blitzø took a deep breath then not so very calmly shouted “f*ck! sh*t, sh*t, sh*t! What am I going to tell Stolas?” He grabbed Moxxie and shook him.

“Well sir he likes you so I’m sure he will be understanding-”

“Understanding? My dick is good but it's not ‘sorry your daughter just waltzed in here, took your spell book and vanished’ good!” he shook the smaller imp more “Are you stupid!”

“B calm down” Millie pried Moxxie from his grip.

“Here’s a great idea since you are all on such friendly f*cking terms you call and tell him!” Blitzø laughed maniacally “Cause there's no way after the last two months I’m just going to ring him up and be like ‘Hey Stolas! Little bit of an oopsie here with your kid!’”

“Well I’m not doing it, maybe I could write you a script?” Moxxie offered.

“Like that will help!” Blitzø tried to swipe at Moxxie again, he may need to invest in a stress ball but for now shaking Moxx would do, he barely noticed Millie’s hand slipping in his pocket and pulling his cell phone out.

Before he got his hands on Moxx the phone was being pressed against his ear, already ringing, he glared daggers at Millie “You’re a parent too would you prefer Stolas tell you right away or panic for an hour first?”

She had a point but he was still debating playing hot potato with his cell by tossing it to Moxxie, since it was too late to hang up, when the call came through “Blitzø? I’m sorry this isn’t the best time-”

“Octavia came by, took your book and teleported off to who knows the f*ck where! We have no way of getting either of them back, Sorry! Hope you have been well! Good talk, bye!” Blitzø hung up, flinched as he waited for something to happen then let out a breath “Well that wasn’t too bad. Thank Satan Stolas is a total pacifist, I mean if it were me I’d break down the door and kill-”

“Blitzø!” the main door to I.M.P. blew off its hinges, Stolas clawed through, shifted into the dark eldritch form he had been in when rescuing them from those agents, and that one time in the van. The memory of which, and adrenaline of the current situation, was making Blitzø dick twitch against his wish.

Blitzø screeched “It’s not my fault she has weird owl magic and snuck in-”

“She just walked right past them while they bickered. It was pretty obvious.” Loona cut him off, Stolas looked between the two before stepping towards Blitzø.

“Loona! Not helpful! Do you want me to get murdered right before your eyes!” Blitzø whined.

“What can I say, I’m just a super helpful ‘people person’.” She smirked at him.

“Blitzø. Octavia!” Stolas stalked forward more, his arms reaching out grasping onto Blitzø’s shoulders, the grip was just shy of painful, his jacket would certainly end up with several small punctures, “Where is my daughter!”

“We will find her Stolas.” Millie patted his arm, the prince let go of Blitzø, shifting back to his normal form, feathers a complete disarray, and immediately pacing round the room.

“How could this happen in the first place? Do you simply leave an infinitely powerful artifact laying around the office?” His head turned to look down at Blitzø, while the rest of his body continued facing the other way and moving.

“Of course not, I keep it in the safe.” Blitzø gestured towards the safe in his office, the picture that it usually sat behind was still sitting on the floor from when Octavia broke into it.

“Blitzø.” Stolas’ body twisted around now, one eye twitching “Is your combination 1-2-3-4?”

“Yeah, you see it’s clever because it's the most common so people don’t actually guess it first ‘cause who would use the most basic combo?” Blitzø was extremely proud of his logic and ignored the groan from Moxxie who never understood his genius.

“Oh yes, so clever, if it is so common and basic then Darling” Stolas leaned down, the serene smile on his face quickly turning down as he shouted “why is it written down and taped onto the Satan forsaken safe!”

“So uh- I won't forget it?” Blitzø gave him a sheepish smile.

“Unbelievable!” Stolas tossed his arms up, muttering about unfathomable power in the hands of an adult sized toddler, which Blitzø was about to protest in his defence when the prince looked to him with so much concern on his face “Why would she do this? Where could she have gone? How can we find her?”

Loona sighed, finally getting up from her chair she sniffed the air in Blitzø’s office “Well it stinks of urine and desperation so I suggest we start in LA.”

Stolas wasted no time opening a portal into a back alley way within the city, they all step through. “Alright this place isn't that different from Hell, Stols use some fancy magic to track Octavia and we will covertly go drag her ass back home!”

“Well you see, I am limited without my grimoire Blitzø.” Stolas’ hands twisted together, his gaze turned away from Blitzø like he was hiding something.

“Okay…” His eyes narrowed “Loona sniff her out.”

Loona took a few whiffs of the air, visibly gagging “I can’t smell anything in this f*cking city.”

“Can’t you do one thing right?” Moxxie groused.

“Can’t you do something about your weight!” Loona snapped back.

“I am not fat! I lost 2 pounds this month-”

“Enough of this! We need to find Via.” Stolas cut the two off.

“If we are going to do this the old fashion way then we need disguises.” Blitzø pulled his notepad and pen out quickly sketching out their group with Loona in her human disguise and Stolas sporting a fake mustache and sticking it to a dumpster lid. “If you please Loon-”

He was cut off watching as Stolas and Loona simultaneously activated their human disguises, magic swirled around them both as their bodies shifted, Loona’s fur receding leaving only the long white hair that was partially shaved on one side of her head, Blitzø had seen her like this a few times but he was not prepared for Stolas’.

The prince was still towering over the imp even if he had shortened a bit, his grey hair styled the same way he kept his head feathers, with the elegant swoop and a lighter strip running along the center. His waist was just as slim, without his tail he looked off balance, his ears were pointed but the most striking part were his eyes, even with the dark circles under them Blitzø was mesmerized, no longer a completely scarlet sclera, he had the same red shade of iris and little black pupils.

Blitzø felt heat creep along his face, why hadn’t he thought to ask Stolas about a human disguise when they were still actively hooking up “Um don’t suppose you could conjure up a couple of those for the rest of us?”

“I’m afraid not.” Now Blitzø could watch as those eyes darted around refusing to make eye contact with him once again “As I said my powers are a tad bit limited in the human world without the grimoire.”

He was lying about something, Blitzø could feel it in his bones, it annoyed the f*ck out of him “What you can’t memorize your f*cking spells?”

“Oh! Your memory is so great, what is Moxxie’s phone number?” Stolas shook his hand impatiently waiting for a response.

“f*ck you.” Blitzø ground his fangs together.

“Exactly.” Stolas smirked, “We can find somewhere to purchase a disguise nearby I’m sure.”

“Can’t do the spell for us but you can magic up some human money.” Blitzø muttered, Stolas glared at him and flicked his finger against one of his horns. Which only raised Blitzø’s suspicion more since he usually hit his ass with a playful magical smack when he mouthed off like that.

Stolas led the way as they all left the alley, the prince glanced at a sunglasses stand and quickly swiped a pair with red lenses to place on the top of his head “That’s stealing, your Highness.” Blitzø tutted as he slipped past, keeping himself tucked behind Loona.

“Borrowing.” He heard Stolas huff. They continued down the street, reaching a costume shop before Blitzø noticed they’d been separated from Millie and Moxxie, he fired off a text while pulling random clothes off the rack.

Loona stayed his hand “Try to be incognito Blitzø.” he glanced at the fabric in his hand then back at her with a questioning look “A ball gown is not blending in.”

“Fine.” He pocketed his phone, swiped a pink shirt and a boring brown wig, ripped the tags off and handed them over to Loona. He quickly changed his clothes, he spied Stolas already paying at the cashier so walked outside down the steps to lit a quick cigarette when someone screamed.

“Look everyone, it's Hollywood star Brennon Ragers.” and a crowd swarmed towards Blitzø.

“Oh dear” Stolas had excited the building, he looked down at Blitzø then up at a large billboard across the street that sported the human actor that Blitzø had mistakenly impersonated. Stolas dashed down the steps, trying to break into the crowd but was shoved back. Loona joined and was having better luck breaking through the crowd but was still getting overwhelmed.

Where was Millie and her freakish strength when you needed her? Blitzø shoved crazy fans away from him when a van peeled up, men in suits pushed through the crowd as another walked confidently up to Blitzø “Mr. Ragers where have you been? You were expected on set an hour ago.”

Blitzø was now being dragged towards the van, he hissed and thrashed “What are you talking about I am not going anywhere with you dickbags! Stols? Loona!”

Stolas cleared his throat “Unhand him immediately!”

“Who are you, his agent or something?” The man questioned Stolas, while snapping his fingers at the suited men, pointing to the van.

“I- yes I am and I demand you let him go! Oh!” Someone grabbed Stolas by the shoulders, lifting him as he attempted to wriggle free, both Stolas and Blitzø were unceremoniously tossed into the back of the van, Blitzø tried to scurry out but the door was slammed on his face.

“f*ck!” Blitzø shoved his body against the door, trying to force it open “Could use that Goetia strength now Stols.” He looked over at the man who was practically shaking.

“Blitzø we don’t have time for this, what if Via is in danger?”

“Don’t worry I'm on it.” He bashed his horns against the door window, on the second hit it shattered, he shoved his head out, the van was starting to drive away but he shouted out “Loona! Find Via we will catch up!” His daughter was still shoving people away but flipped him off in acknowledgment. “Way to be a team player sweetie! She’s going to be okay Stols.” Blitzø slid back into the vehicle. “When the car stops we will give the big guys the slip.”

“Thank you.” Stolas rubbed at his eyes.

“Are you… okay? I mean obviously you're not okay cause your kid is missing but outside of that, you look a but… run down?” Blitzø stumbled over his words.

“I am just worried about Octavia.” Stolas hedged.

“Liar.” Blitzø muttered.

“Excuse me?”

“I called you a liar, I can tell when you’re holding back Stols.” Stolas rolled his eyes as Blitzø called him out.

“Right because you are always so open.” His comment hurt a bit.

“What are you keeping from me? Why are you as useful as the rest of us right now? Limited magic since when? And you should be able to bust this door down with the flick of your pinkie finger. Also you look worn down as f*ck.” Stolas sat there silent, glaring at his shoes. “I’m not trying to judge you, it's just, with your kids' safety on the line it would be nice to understand what's going on.”

“My magic is waning.” Stolas finally admitted after a few minutes of silence.

“Like you're losing your power? Why?” Blitzø crawled over to kneel next to the prince.

“I'm not losing it, it's just weak right now, I’ve been rationing it for lack of a better word. Still I shouldn't have lost my temper and shifted earlier, that really put me into my reserves.” Stolas still wasn’t looking at Blitzø.

“Why is this happening?” Stolas tried to turn from him, Blitzø put a hand on his shoulder “What is so bad you can’t tell me of all people?”

“The grimoire. It’s a focus for me, I essentially… stay magically charged when it’s in my care.” Blitzø was confused, why didn’t he say so earlier, he would've gotten over his bruised ego to bring the book by with or without the sex. Stolas took a shaky breath “And honestly when you use it for work it taps into my magic, so it depletes even more.”

“Why the f*ck didn’t you say something?”

“I didn’t want you to feel… guilty about it. I want you to be able to do your job.”

“Yeah well I do feel guilty Stolas. Are you that much of a people pleaser, really?”

“I am not!”

“Come on, you can’t let anyone be disappointed in you, your dad, wife, kid, apparently me!” Blitzø started listing off people it seemed the prince had been bending over backwards to appease. Even if it failed most the time, mostly due to conflicting interests of said people “Satan why didn’t you just f*cking come by and charge up or whatever.” Blitzø gnawed on his bottom lip, he knew what the answer would be before Stolas spoke the words.

“Things have been… strained between us since Ozzies club.” Stolas shrugged. “Anyway I know my own limits, this was an unexpected anomaly. We will find Via and then we can just go back to… how things have been.”

“I don’t think that's going to be possible, Stols.” Blitzø sighed.

“Please don’t say that.” He whispered, finally looking the imp in the eyes, Blitzø returned his gaze. Even with these human eyes it was impossible not to feel that same pull in his heart towards the prince, he didn’t even notice that they were both leaning in slowly when the van harshly stopped and their foreheads cracked together.

Both hissed out curses as the doors were flung open they were dragged into a studio. Blitzø was shoved into a chair, someone began applying makeup hastily on his face, he clocked the exits both of which were being guarded.

“Going to be annoying to get out of here, maybe we can create a distraction?” Blitzø looked at Stolas who was chewing on a fingernail.

“With what?”

“I don’t know, go clog a toilet or something.”

“I don’t think that would result in security investigating.” Stolas rolled his eyes.

“Okay plan B, I'll kill them!” Blitzø started to pull his gun out, but Stolas held his hand.

“That will result in pure chaos, which will not be helpful.”

“Well you come up with something then smarty pants.” Blitzø was being dragged once again to the backstage entrance, the other actors were milling about preparing for the filming to begin.

“I will think of something, you just go out there and act for now.” Stolas nudged Blitzø.

“Uh… I don't think I can do that Stols!” Sweat rolled down his face, his heart was racing “I don’t do that anymore, not since the cir-” he couldn’t get the words out. “I was never good at performing.”

“Trust me Blitzø you are amazing after all your performance always leaves me breathless.” Stolas had leaned down, placing a soft kiss on his cheek, Blitzø gulped down a calming breath “Now break a leg Darling, leave the rest to me!”

He had forgotten how hot it could be under stage lights and the anxiety that pooled in his gut when the crowd was silently watching him. Blitzø struggled to pull himself together, Stolas pointed to the teleprompter, he shakily read the words on screen not expecting the immediate laughter of the crowd.

A smile crossed his face, a sudden high flooded his veins, he made another joke unprompted. He heard Stolas’ hooting laughter before the rest of the audience joined. He continued on following the script as Stolas searched around the studio, from the corner of his eye he noticed Stolas perking up then rushing past with several bottles of water in his hands.

Blitzø returned his focus on the dog sitting in front of him, confident Stolas was about to get them out of here, “Oh, Uggie! You've gone and done it again. That's the fifth couch this year!” He read off his line but as he looked down at the drooling pug he remembered the day he went to the hellhound pound, seeing all those kids in cages and how scared Loona had been.

“I could take him, Mr. Ronnie! I'd be happy to adopt old Uggie and give him the attention he needs!” the child actor walked up to him holding out her arms to take the dog.

Blitzø unconsciously pulled the dog into his arms “No, you can’t have her, she's mine!” He hadn’t meant to say that, wasn’t sure why he even was, he just couldn’t bear the idea of losing Loona. The power cut out, emergency lights kicked on as Blitzø pulled out his pistol instinctively.

Someone screamed, panic spread in the audience, a security person tackled Blitzø to the ground. He fired at them causing more screaming to break out, everyone was shoving at each other while running in the darkened studio. Equipment got knocked over, sparks flying up to catch on the set on fire, spreading fast “I'm coming Blitzø!” Stolas was rushing over but was pushed over.

Blitzø kicked off the body on top of him, he grabbed Stolas before he fully hit the ground “Let's go find our daughters.” The two raced out of the building that was quickly being engulfed in flames.

Loona made her way up the observatory staircase, she had been following Octavia’s posts trying to find the teenager, always just missing her but the sun just set and Loona was not surprised to see the girl gazing upwards with a glare on her face.

“Hey.” Loona tapped her shoulder, the girl jumped but relaxed when she realized it was a familiar face.

“Hey… how did you find me?”

“Your Sinstagram, nice photos. You know if you were trying not to be found posting your location wasn't the best way to do that.” Loona leaned against the railing, fishing out her phone to text Blitzø. “Something tells me that wasn’t your goal though.”

Octavia frowned “Yet you are the one who came looking for me. No one else.” She rubbed her eyes, turning away from the hellhound.

“Your dad is worried about you”

“Really? So very worried, I’m sure.” Her voice dripped with sarcasm. “That must be why he didn’t bother to come get me himself and sent you instead, so he could stay and scream at my mother.”

“He is out there looking for you too. He loves you a lot, trust me I can tell.” Loona pulled out a cigarette and her lighters, flicking it over and over.

Octavia held out her hand, a small flame lit on a single finger to help “I know he does but sometimes I think he hates her more than he loves me. We were supposed to watch the meteor shower together, but of course he and mother have to argue today of all days, he can’t just put it aside to spend time with me.” She let out a frustrated yell “And I can’t even see the stars!”

“Yeah, smog is a bitch isn’t it?” Loona let a puff of smoke out, “Listen I don’t know what's going on with your parents, other than what I can guess with my dad being the other involved person,” Octavia rolled her eyes “but maybe cut your dad some slack.”

“Why do I have to keep doing that? It's not fair.”

“True but sometimes life is complicated you know? It’s messy and everyone has issues, especially dads. And dads, well they f*ck up, all the time, but so do we. Best we can do is remember that they still care about us.”

“I guess.” Octavia finally looked back towards Loona “But sometimes I just want to escape from my parents, or scream louder than them both.”

“How about in the future when you want to get away from your parents you call me?” Loona pulled up her contacts and handed her cell phone over to the girl “Day or night I will come pick you up, we can go anywhere you want, Hell or Earth, and just forget about the rest for a while.”

“Really? Do you promise?” She quickly typed her number, saved the contact and returned the phone.

“Absolutely.” Loona held out a pinkie, the girl’s feathers ruffled as she hooked her own pinkie around quickly releasing it to throw her arms around Loona who returned the hug.

“Thank you!” Octavia sniffled a few more times before the two parted.

“Ready to go back now? Or do you want to let out a few good screams first?”

Octavia laughed, “I wasn’t being literal.”

Loona shrugged “Are you sure? Cause sometimes I go off alone to let a few howls out and it actually makes me feel a bit better.”

“Alright I’ll try it.” Ocatvia turned her gaze upwards again, cupped her hands around her beak and let out a piercing screech, Loona covered her ears.

“Well?” She asked when the girl stopped. Octavia smiled then let another one out, this time Loona joined with a howl of her own. When the two were no longer able to shout, only laughter spilling from their lips, Loona held out a hand for the grimoire. After opening a portal she took Octavia’s hand and they walked through together.

Blitzø looked at his phone, there was a text from Loona that she was on Octavia's trail, she sent him a few different location pins. He pulled Stolas along, giving him the update, “Lets try to catch up with her at this last one, then we can get Octavia together” He was so glad Loona was taking this seriously “I have to apologize to her.”

“Who?” Stolas puffed out, trying to keep up with the quick pace Blitzø had set.

“Loona, I said I would consider replacing her.” Blitzø slowed down so Stolas could catch his breath, they still held onto each other's hands “At work! Not as my kid! But I should’ve been careful with my words.” Guilt over their argument this morning crushing him “ I know how sh*tty it is to feel like a disappointment to a parent.”

“Did you call her a disappointment?” Stolas watched him carefully, those eyes conveying too much focus that made Blitzø uncomfortable.

“Of course I didn’t, but parents don’t have to use exact words to make a kid feel that way.” Blitzø returned his attention to the maps app on his phone.

“Yes that's true,” Stolas mused. “Can I ask what prompted you to adopt?”

“Don’t think I was just ready to be a dad?”

“I’m sure you were but…” He hesitated for a moment “there are lots of ways to start a family. You clearly had relationships.” He knew Stolas was skirting around Verosika in particular, which why wouldn't he, Blitzø had refused to talk about her the only other time he tried to ask.

“I wanted a family but there wasn’t someone else that I wanted to do that with.” Blitzø’s grip on Stolas’ hand felt uncomfortably tight “So I decided to say f*ck waiting around to get my life started. Millie and I were already thinking about going freelance, plans for I.M.P. were in discussion, why not finally adopt? I always wanted kids.”

“You did?” Blitzø didn’t bother responding to Stolas’ question, it was just one of those things the two hadn't talked about because they were basically kids at that time. Not that he didn’t day dream occasionally about some cute imp/owl hybrid, however impossible that would’ve been. “How come you adopted a child so old?”

Blitzø gave him a sharp look “Those kids reach a certain age and suddenly no one considers them as an option, older kids need love too. Loona deserved a family even if she was about to age out.”

“I did not mean to offend you Blitzø. To be so capable of loving a child that is not your own in a biological sense, I find that very admirable of you.”

“Well I’m sure you’d have it in you too.” Blitzø watched as blush spread across Stolas’ face.

“Thank you. Still you jumped right into some of the toughest years to have a child.” He laughed, “It's been a minefield since Octavia hit fourteen.”

“I don’t know, changing dirty diapers doesn’t sound like it would’ve been very fun, also they have to call them the ‘terrible twos’ for a reason.” Blitzø rounded a corner after glancing at the map again, they were still pretty far away.

“Oh I loved it anyways,” Blitzø gave him a disbelieving look “I can admit I may not have done much of the diaper changing personally-”

“Uh huh.” Always a servant nearby to sweep in to do the dirty jobs, he was certain of that.

“But it was so much fun during those early cognitive years, watching this tiny thing go from demanding basic survival necessities to crawling around, engaging with the world and becoming a whole separate person.” He spoke low “In the blink of an eye they are grown up and ready to-”

“Fly from the nest?” Blitzø tried to lighten the mood with a joke, Stolas chuckled “She didn’t run away cause she’s ready to be away from you Stolas. It's the opposite I’m sure.” He gave Blitzø a soft smile, a moment later magic filled the air followed by a glowing portal opening up and their daughters stepping through it.

Blitzø dropped Stolas’ hand “Loona! Oh my sweet baby girl! I’ll never replace you no matter what! I’m so sorry about-” He rushed his daughter, arms open wide, she held a hand out catching him by the forehead to hold him back.

“Will you please just chill out for once!” She snapped at him.

“Loonie!” Blitzø sobbed but stopped pressing forward.

“We’re good.” She released her hold to cross her arms. Stolas dashed past the two of them, Blitzø watched as he dropped the human disguise sweeping his daughter into a spinning hug.

“I’m so relieved you are okay! My sweet dear Via, what would possess you to perform a spell such as this when you know I haven’t taught you this kind of magic yet?” Stolas cupped her face, brushing back her head feathers.

“I know I just wanted to see the stars. I'm sorry.”

“No I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have just removed you from the-” Stolas glanced over at Blitzø and Loona “I will explain to you what your mother and I were discussing later, I promise. And we may be able to see Azathoth's tears if you still want to.”

On the horizon fireworks shot into the sky, all four of the demons turned to watch as different colours burst across the skyline. Octavia wrapped an arm around Stolas “This is just as good dad.” They stayed to watch the full show, Loona and Octavia took pictures of the fireworks, selfies together and even invited Blitzø and Stolas to join for one photo.

“I’ll send these to you.” Loona said to Octavia as they walked through a portal to the I.M.P. office, grimoire safely tucked under Stolas’ arm, the owl already looked perkier than before.

Octavia’s phone dinged immediately. “Thanks, can I post this one?”

The girls continued to chatter, Stolas placed a hand on Blitzø’s shoulder to pull him away “Milldred and Moxxie?”

“Millie says they are still in that alleyway, not sure what the Heaven held them up.”

“I’ll open a portal but first-” Stolas looked at the girls, Blitzø noticed Loona had one ear turned their way.

“Privacy please.” Blitzø called over, his daughter huffed, dragging Octavia towards the office exit, saying they would be in the van. Since Blitzø was apparently going to be driving them all home, not that he really minded.

“Could we talk?”

“We are right now.”

“No, not tonight in a week or so, I have something I would like to discuss.”

Anxiety swirled in his gut. “Um okay.”

“Excellent. Thank you for today Blitzø.” Stolas held the book out for him to take.

“Kinda partially responsible for this mess.” Blitzø took it, Stolas still held onto one end.

“Will you please change your safe combination?”

Blitzø rolled his eyes, yanking the book out of Stolas’ hands “Fine! First thing in the morning. If it will make you feel better.”

“It really would.” Stolas smiled as he watched Blitzø put the book away.

“But you need to come by and reconnect or whatever with it more okay? Feel free to come by whenever.” He missed Stolas’ drop ins, not just for the delicious coffee he always brought.

“I’m sure it won't be necessary soon enough.” That was ominous as f*ck, Blitzø was begining to dread what ever this talk Stolas wanted to have was going to be about. Stolas opened the portal for M&M, Millie apologized for getting separated and they all made their way down to the parking lot, despite Octavia’s protests Stolas portaled them back to the palace, looking back to give Blitzø a small wave before it closed.