There Are A Lot Of Things That Blitz Finds Attractive About Stolas, But The Thing He Likes The Most Is

There are a lot of things that Blitz finds attractive about Stolas, but the thing he likes the most is Stolas's voice. When he lets his guard down, or when a day has been too long, and he hears that voice? It's so soothing, nothing compares for him. If Stolas ever sings to him? Blitz will break. Absolutely break.

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Since pregnancy is on the dash today...

So, a couple things about my Blitz & pregnancy. First off, he got himself sterilized about eight years ago and has confirmed (several times, he's paranoid) that it took and is still effective. Blitz cannot get anyone pregnant, not gonna happen.

Anymore.

Because he did once. Putting all of that under a cut though because it's pretty dark and unpleasant.

My Blitz fathered a child when he was about fourteen. Not by choice: Cash, his father, sold him. He didn't even find out until extremely recently that the night resulted in a pregnancy. It is a major point of trauma for Blitz, something he actively tries not to think about and that your muse will not know about unless Blitz has told them.

His kid is about twenty-ish now, an imp who works a brutal job down in the Pit below Hell. Blitz and he have spoken all of one time, once Blitz found out about his existence, and neither of them really knows what to do with this information. The son hates that his father was sexually assaulted multiple times as a teen--because no matter how it's painted, that's what it was, SA, Cash rented Blitz out for many things, not just for relatively innocent stuff like robbing a Goetia house.

Blitz hates that he wasn't told. Not that he really could've done anything about it until recently, but fuck. His kid grew up in one of the worst places in existence. It bothers Blitz. Deeply. Eventually, one day, they may spend more time together, Blitz certainly wants to get him out of the damn Pit, but neither of them is ready yet.

Anyway! Time for me to dive into drafts, now that I've just dropped a big ol' dark pile of headcanons on you.

(And yes, his child is an OC of mine that I will play if anyone ever wants to meet him, but he's not as nice as Blitz gfdhjgdsfh he comes from a much more feral community).

"Yeah," Blitz said, closing his eyes. His voice shook with the heartache and the humiliation, with the fight he was losing. He didn't want to break down again. Fuck, he didn't want to break down again. He didn't want to break down--

But Stolas was gone.

Blitz finally understood, but too little and too late.

And Stolas was gone.

His eyes welled with tears and he shook his head at Moxxie, trying to tell him--anything. Everything. Blitz started to say something, but swallowed hard and shook his head again, the tears falling. He sat down on the floor against the wall, folded his arms on his knees, and pressed his forehead down hard on them.

"Will you stay, Moxxie...? Just... just for a little while? Don't tell Loona. Let her... let her have a good night. I'll get my shit together before I go home. I'll... I'll fix... It'll..." Blitz's voice broke. He sobbed once before he caught himself, before he managed to choke it back, and hugged his legs more tightly. Even his tail was animated now, testament to how emotional he was; Blitz didn't like to be particularly expressive with it, not unless he wasn't paying any attention to dignity. But now, his tail wrapped tightly around his legs, as tight as he could get it.

He wanted to ask Moxxie to hug him, but he didn't know how. They would be such simple words, but right then, Blitz couldn't even imagine there was a way. He could barely breathe, barely think. His head ached from the sobbing earlier, and the blood on his knuckles continued to ooze. He felt sick to his stomach, tight in the chest, and like there was just--there wasn't a point. To any of this. Why? Why did life have to be this way? Why did good things only come when it was too late to recognize them? Why was he so stupid? So useless? So... incapable of being even remotely fucking worthy...?

All I do is feel sorry for myself like a little bitch, he thought, more harshly than maybe he should, because hurting himself, even with his thoughts, was easier than anything else. It at least gave him enough of a pause in the sobbing that he could wrest self-control back, and get a few words out: "I'm sorry, Moxxie."

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"O-okay..." he looked away, rubbing his arm. Seeing Blitzo like this physically stung him and it was awkward as hell. But at the same time. "...a-after I call Loona to come sit with you, okay? I don't want to leave you like this."

While the news Stolas was 'gone', their company possibly in jeopardy, and there being things to discuss beyond that was forefront in his anxious mind, Blitzo looked in no state to be answering questions. He pulled out his phone and scrolled for the number he never called except for work. About to text the secretary that she needed to head to the office to sit with her father. If anyone would understand Blitzo's mood it would be his family, right? Maybe being reminded that he had family would help him? But he expected the usual pushback from Blitzo so he reasoned as well "I won't tell her what's going on, just that you need her here. Is that okay?"

"Yeah, I... I guess it will." Moxxie's eyes were so beautiful when he was happy, Blitz thought, feeling a sudden wave of pride in his friend and employee. And so, although Blitz almost never initiated contact that intimate--with anyone, ever--he reached over with his tail and lightly tapped it against Moxxie's tail, a much more meaningful version of a high-five. He withdrew his tail almost immediately, not wanting to see how disgusted it would likely make Mox, but for that one little moment, it had felt nice. To be so proud of something they'd done together, to see the light in Moxxie's eyes--even if some of it was just the reflected firelight--it had been nice.

But as the minutes passed and the humans started to realize that they really were safe, Blitz felt a sense of urgency returning. They couldn't stay here with them. They didn't belong here with them. No matter how good it felt, seeing families whole and safe and knowing it was because of them, they had to go.

"Hey, uh, Big Guy," he said, patting their human ride on the head.

The human looked up. "Sup, bruh?"

"You mind putting us down? Our uh... our.... experimental wildfire fighting gear is um, proprietary Elon Musk shit, and we weren't supposed to use it yet, just uh... My partner and I gotta head." That was maybe one of the worst lies he had ever tried, but the human just shrugged and nodded and carried both of them to the edge of the lake before putting them down.

"Here you go, dudes. You guys were awesome. Thanks for saving our asses."

"Yeah, yeah, that's uh, what we do, saving asses." Blitz smiled awkwardly, shot finger-guns at him, nodded... then grabbed Moxxie's hand and ran the hell out of there, taking him into the fire. Blitz ran with him until they found a safe little rocky alcove, almost a cave, to hide in, then crouched against the stone wall--still holding his friend's hand.

"Do you... ever... feel like there's shit you want to say... but you can't? Because there's no good way to," Blitz lifted his head and looked out at the fire, watching as a tree fell and erupted into a cascade of embers, "to just bring it up? Not that we talk, I mean. You and I. But what if... we were... you know. People who did. Who could?"

Moxxie was tiny, even for an imp on the short side, so when the human picked him up he nearly flew into the air and he was tossed over the shoulder far easier than Blitzo was and had to cling to the guy with his claws like an unruly cat. He stared at Blitzo and grit his fangs as he got his bearings. “Where’s he taking us– oh. Okay.” when he realized the guy was on their side and they were just headed into the lake he settled down, stared to Blitzo for any sign of what to do next but his boss seemed as in awe of the fire as the humans were. The whole ordeal was wrapping up into one big, giant, burning hazardous event that saw them as the unlikely rescuers of this group. 

He easily climbed on to the other broad shoulder of this human and sat to look at how ablaze the forest was now and the smoke was certainly choking the air. He coughed and hit his chest. But when Blitzo told him he did a good job, he couldn’t help but smile widely. Wider than his usual smile. “R-really?–I mean, uh. Oh. Thank you.” He tried to play it off as less than it was. But it mattered, as all positive feedback from Blitzo did. “I’m glad you’re not hurt, Blitz... Won't this be a story to tell?"

How could Stolas be so enticing and soft at the same time? His voice was like the most wonderful velvet, something that never caught and never snagged, that one could rub their face against at the end of a long day. But every little movement, even the way he held himself when he pulled the covers back... Blitz had flinched a little at that groan Stolas had made--did it have to be such a fucking sensual sound?--only to immediately realize Stolas had called him Blitz, not Blitzy, but now he just stared. For a long moment, all he could do was stand and look.

Stolas was gorgeous.

Blitz knew that. On multiple levels, he knew it. But it hit him then, as if for the first time, that this gorgeous body was his, in a way. His because Stolas chose to share it with him. Wanted him. Because Stolas actually liked being touched by him--

Or maybe just by anyone, and Blitz was convenient, he reminded himself. A servant who couldn't say No. But even as he thought it, it didn't feel entirely right. Sometimes, Stolas left him feeling like a used condom--always distasteful and trashy no matter how good the sex had been. But at moment like this? When it was their voices in the dark, the glow of red eyes he loved to see, when there was no need to be here...?

Everything felt dangerous.

"Thanks," he said, more than a little awkward. Blitz shucked out of his clothing entirely, stripping every last stitch off, without any of the grace Stolas would've displayed. This wasn't a seduction, this was... This was...

Fuck.

Fuck, what did you call it when you wanted to cuddle your Situationship Partner in the middle of the night?

Blitz crawled under the covers and immediately snugged himself up against Stolas, chest to chest. As soon as his lover--

As soon as Stolas had settled the blankets again, he got himself settled against Stolas, dangerously comfortable. This felt good. Too good. Scary-good. Heart hammering, suddenly feeling like maybe breathing wasn't going to stay an option all that much longer, Blitz closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to Stolas's shoulder, wrapped an arm around him, and held him tightly.

I missed you. I always miss you.

"Thanks," he just said again, awkward.

His tail snaked around Stolas's upper thigh.

I need you. I always need you, Stolas. I miss you. And I need you. And I want you. But I'm just a toy to you. Right? Your pretty red fleshlight. The thought ached too much to deal with. Blitz pressed his face in a little harder against that wonderfully soft shoulder, reveling in the feathers, in the strength underneath.

"You um... you... sleeping okay?"

CRIMSON EYES OPENED, glowing embers in the darkness that lingered about, ebbing and flowing listlessly about the desolate palace of the goetia. the illusion of stars floated wistfully above the gossamer canopy of his bed, as the dark prince lay in wait in his crepuscular solitude. the palace's warding glyphs hadn't gone off, carefully attuned to ignore the escapades of this particular intruder - one who was awarded the privilege of surprise visits in the cover of nighttide (a much rarer occurrence than his dark heart desired!) - but he'd felt his unmistakable presence all the same.

the caged bird in his breast flitted and fluttered against its wrought iron bars.

he could practically taste the frantic hesitation, and the faint longing that laced the eerie echo of those footsteps in the nightmarish labyrinth of hallways. it was truly delicious how they pulsed in unison with the hungry beast rattling within him.

when his darling imp finally gathered enough resolution to breach the sanctuary of his regal room, stolas did not move a muscle until he felt the other's warm breath on his feathers, scorching the skin beneath. a shuddering sigh left him, his whole body was feverish for just a touch of those claws, a casual caress of his tail - it felt like his entire being was a mass of yearning, and the very same hellborn creature that set it alight with a mere spark was finally right there within reach of his clutches, like a supplicant at his bedside. (the fickle cat had finally shown some attachment!)

the moan he let out almost betrayed the fervent abandon that threatened to spill, unbridled delight filling him when blitzø uttered his name, and voiced his unlikely request with a tremulous need in his tone.

"oh, blitz ..."

he cooed with a quiet chirr in the back of his throat, finally turning to lay sideways and prop his head up on his arm to take in the sight of his lover's prized yellow eyes, fiery topazes in the dimmest light of a waning moon.

(did he burn for him the way the demon prince smouldered for him? did he, too, feel the aching starvation in their arrangement? oh, if only he could split open and take even the tiniest of peeks inside that volatile mind of his! )

when silken sheets were raised in a wordless invite in response to blitzø's shy ramble, a devastatingly sensual figure lay languidly beneath, stark naked; coal-grey plumage reflected the shimmery glow of the starlit ceiling, the remaining fabric draped artfully across the curves of his lithe silhouette and tail feathers sprawled along his crossed thighs. it was all so damnably warm beneath that silky cocoon, so was the enticing promise of the prince's tight embrace, revealed through half-lidded ruby eyes - of which he sought to make the feisty imp a willing prisoner.

"--you're always welcome here, my darling."