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Would Blitz ever want a royal status himself or be publicly known as being attached to a royal figure like Stolas? Probably not on that first one, but still...
Yes.
If it meant he could be with Stolas in a way that Stolas would never have to question anymore? Blitz would want anything.
Whatever Stolas actually needs from him as a partner, whatever is going to help him actually be there for Stolas this time--as a supportive partner, not a side-piece, not a secret--he'll do it. Maybe he's not entirely thrilled with the idea of becoming a royal, if that ends up happening, because he's pretty sure that means he wouldn't be able to continue with his killing business... but it would be worth it. Because as far as Blitz believes, no one has ever really been there for Stolas...
Least of all him. Obviously.
He wants to make that up to him. He needs to make that up to him. So if Stolas ever reaches for him and says stay, marry me, be mine, Blitz will do it. Besides, he knows Stolas won't have to live with him forever, obviously. His entire life will only be a blink in Stolas's lifetime, but he's gotten to the point where he realizes, he wants to find a way to be the best damn blink.
He wants Stolas to feel safe. To feel wanted. To not have to wonder, If not now, when? To know that he can have a partner. Someone always in his corner. Someone who will face everything with him--even if it means accepting a more public position, or a royal title, to get them there.
❝ I regret so much of what I have put you through, Blitz. But I will never regret loving you. ❞
Blitz couldn't think. He could hardly breathe. He had been standing there with Stolas, oblivious to the garden around them, but now it was all he heard. The gurgling of a fountain, the whispering-and-sliding sounds of a carnivorous plant creeping towards them to investigate. Normally, he might be worried about the plant, but with Stolas here, he knew he was safe. With Stolas here, he...
Was he supposed to be able to breathe? To think?
His vision actually started to gray around the edges. Blitz bent over, resting his hands on his thighs, and closed his eyes. Breathing deeply and quickly, the spines between his shoulders shivered. He swallowed hard, trying to hold back a wave of nausea. This--this wasn't what he had expected. Not at all, and it wasn't--he wasn't--he couldn't--
He was having a fucking panic attack, he realized. A panic attack because someone was being kind, because Stolas loved him, because he didn't regret it.
Get a fucking hold on yourself, Blitz thought harshly, without a shred of compassion for the broken mess of an imp who was on the verge of passing out. He held a breath, let it out slowly, and pushed himself upright again, meeting Stolas's eyes.
He couldn't explain why that hurt so bad. Why it hit so hard. But he wanted to, he realized. For once in his fucking life, Blitz wanted to be honest. To be honest all the way. To tell someone everything. To be vulnerable. To open every door and knock down every wall so that Stolas could decide what he wanted to look through and what he didn't want to lower himself by dealing with.
"I don't regret it, Stols. None of it. I been through way worse shit in my life. Yeah, it hurt sometimes. You and me. But..." His hand was actually cold, for once. Blitz usually ran a body temperature around 110 Fahrenheit, which climbed up to around 120 when he was fighting (or fucking), but for once, he was cold to the touch. All the same, he took Stolas's hand, holding it like exactly what it was: the most precious shit in the world.
"But I don't. Regret any of it. Especially not loving you, too. Stolas, you deserve... so much. So much better than me. But you got me. If you want me. You got me. For better or worse. Til I crumble to ashes and you start to forget my face. You got me."
❝ Blitzy, tell confess something to me~? ❞
"Confess? Al...riiight... um." His mind was immediately racing, but he tried to play it cool. There was no way Stolas knew about his recent illegal activities--probably--so this was probably just something fun. Right? Right! Which meant that everything was absolutely fine.
Which meant Stolas needed to be in his lap.
Blitz scooped him up, plopped down on the couch, and snuggled Stolas in close against himself, touching their noses together. "Alright, baby. I confess to fantasizing about..." There was no mistaking just how suggestive his voice was, or the look in his eyes. For a moment there, anyone watching would be right to say he was about to spout of something absolutely filthy... but instead, he wrapped his tail around Stolas's lower legs, pulled a blanket down over both of their heads, and--
Giggled.
"Confess to kidnapping you to my fortress. Of solitude. Some may say it's a couch fort, but they're fucking idiots," he rambled, scritching his claws into Stolas's neck feathers lovingly. After a moment, Blitz gave a deeply contented sigh, closed his eyes, and got a little more serious.
"A real confession.. I don't wanna live without you again. Never again. You--you go. Your own way. Do whatever you want in your life. Whatever you need. But I'll always be here. For when you... if you. Ever decide to come home. To," fuck, why was his face so hot, "to me."
Thank Satan it was dark under the blanket... except, fuck. Stolas probably could see just as well in the dark as he could in the light, couldn't he? Blitz hid his blush against the man's feathery neck, sighing again. This was good. This was contentment. Being here. Together. Even if it was only for a little while.
I can give you anything you need, or do you want to hear me plead?
I rambled so much in the tags but also oh my god LOOK HOW BEAUTIFUL THIS ART IS!!!!!! LOOK!!!!!
We all were so scared of vassago but then the "better than blitz" guy showed up
Dancing in the rain ❤️
For the totally real meme of 'ask for headcanons on what if our muses were married....'
Who sleeps in later, Blitz or Stolas? Which one of them instigates board game night with friends, and then which of them accidentally (or not) shifts that into D&D night? What is Stolas's favorite memory of the wedding?
DJ, thank you, I love you. This is adorable! ☆
IF OUR MUSES WERE MARRIED ; HEADCANON EDITION !
Who sleeps in later?
90% of the time, it's probably Blitz! Running your own business is one hell of a job and leaves you extra sleepy! Also, rising early and sleeping late is natural for Stolas. There are times, however, where they unexpectedly swap and surprise each other! I like to think Stolas enjoys making breakfast and preparing coffee and tea. He's very much a routine kind of person!
Which one of them instigates board game night with friends, and which one accidentally (or not) shifts that into D&D?
Stolas initiates board game night, but it's Blitz who invites Millie, Moxxie, Fizz, and others! Stolas invites Verosika, and depending on relationships, others (ex; my Stolas is building a friendship with Charlie rn, so he'd invite her at some point). BLITZ changes that to D&D, Stolas is confused and alarmed at first but then becomes WAY too invested/dramatic with it.
What is Stolas' favorite memory of the wedding?
The entire thing. Not even the wedding — the asking. The confirmation, the wanting. The "Will you marry me?" The "I want to be with you forever." But if he has to pick — feeding Blitz cake.
A certain owl is going to pepper Blitz's face in soft and fleeting kisses! The final one landing right in the middle of his forehead upon his marking! And then he will retreat back to his tasks.
Blitz batted playfully at the first few kisses, then laughed and closed his eyes and turned his face up to them--without even realizing he had also stretched his body up as much as he could and was standing on the tips of his hooves, trying to get as close to Stolas's kisses as possible.
When Stolas relented and retreated, Blitz didn't bother actually returning to what he himself had been doing. Instead, he flopped down onto the ground, tucked his arms and legs in, and started wiggling around, scratching his back on the floor without a single fucking regret. Stolas was the only other one here, and Stolas? Stolas was allowed to see him without any walls or pretensions. The kiss peppering had been so fucking sweet, and left the imp a little over-stimulated; getting some scritches out like that helped.
That done, he relaxed, flopped onto his side, and gave a big, contented sigh as he just watched Stolas with adoring eyes.
❝Blitz, ❞ Stolas coos, enveloping the imp in his hold. He receives a peppering of kisses and the press of the prince's cheek against his own. ❝ You are SUCH a handsome little devil.~ ❞
Blitz wanted to melt, but he also wanted to keep his eye on the target. Take Your Boyfriend to Work Day was way more fun than it had any right to be, and the real Earth sunlight felt so nice. The temptation to just roll Stolas over into the deep grass and forget about the hit was so strong...
Fuck it.
Blitz melted into him, loving the kisses and the nuzzling. Purring, he wrapped all of his limbs around Stolas, clinging like the thoroughly contented gremlin he was. A moment later though, he pushed Stolas down on his back, where Blitz had been a moment ago. Pinning him, he looked down with a smile--fuck he loved this bird--before kissing him quickly... and fetching his rifle back up.
Stretching out atop him, Blitz got comfortably into position, reacquiring his target.
"Cover your ears, babe," he said, his voice soft and low, but very much an order for once. Blitz gave Stolas a moment to do so, while assessing the shot--trying to use tips from Moxxie, who was a hell of a lot better at long-range work than Blitz was. Letting out a breath, slow and even and smooth, he squeezed the trigger--
And the job was done.
"Whooo!" Up on his knees now, he thrust a fist into the sky with a ridiculous cheer--then remembered where he was and who he was currently straddling. Blitz looked down, expression fucking melting into sappy adoration. Setting the rifle aside, he nuzzled his beautiful, beautiful Stolas again.
"You make work so much harder," he murmured, cupping his face in both hands, blissfully unaware that the way he said those words, they sounded like something else. They sounded like I Love You.
Blitz leaned in and kissed him with all the worship and adoration his fucked up little heart could manage, as if he could press a lifetime of love into a single moment--as if a single moment was all they would ever have.
You know Stolas could kill you with a flick of a wrist, right?
Blitz snorted, leaned back, and put his feet up on the table, crossing one booted foot over the other.
"Yeah. He could. You think I'm not into that? That guy may seem all sweet and soft and harmless, but Stolas is as dangerous as they come. And he chooses not to be. He chooses gentleness and self-control. And maybe it's a weird kink, but I find that pretty damn sexy." He eyed the stranger for a moment before his grin turned a little more dangerous, took on a little bit more of an edge. "Besides. I can destroy him with a flick of my tongue. So, you know, it's a fair deal."
❝ I love you, even if it means saying goodbye. ❞
Blitz tried to answer, but he couldn't. He closed his eyes, fighting against the tears, but he lost that fight, too. They slid out, a trickle at first, but then steadily, and he shook his head.
"I love you too, Stolas," he whispered. "And maybe I'm not... not... maybe I'm not ready to be what you need. But I want to be. I want to. Whatever you need from me, I want to do. To try. Even if that's--even if you just--even if you just need to fucking, to go. And live your life, do what you want. I won't stand in your way. Just... Fuck." Humiliated, face burning, he took Stolas by the hand and dragged him into the nearest bar. Rude and small and shameless, because this might be the last time he ever got to see Stolas, he got into a minor tiff with the DJ, but was quickly put on stage--taking Stolas with him...
His heart in Stolas's hands.
Blitz wasn't the singer that Stolas was, but he knew now how much music meant to Stolas, how much the beautiful prince connected through it. Maybe that was because music had been the only safe outlet for him for so long, maybe it was just in his nature. Either way, Blitz owed him a song. The tears still fell, but he never looked away from his baby.
These were words he knew by heart.
"Just cause it's slow don't mean it's sad Just cause it's wrong doesn't mean it isn't right Just cause it hurts don't mean it's bad Just come over, come over tonight...
"Just cause we're fighting Just cause we're crying Just cause the stars in the sky, they aren't shining Just cause I told you that it was over That doesn't mean I don't need you by my side No, it doesn't mean goodbye..."
"Okay, would you rather..." Blitz was curled up on Stolas's lap with a magazine in his hands, but he leaned his head back so he could look up and see the most beautiful face in the world as he asked, "dance in the rain, ride on a train, or feel no pain?"
Feel no pain. The answer came swift as a flood, but he kept the words locked behind his beak. Nimble fingers delicately trace the back of his horns, traversing an invisible path at the back of Blitz's head and the base of his neck. He gives a thoughtful hum, unwilling to let go of the words just yet. Riding on a train was pleasant! He'd done so before both in Hell and upon the mortal plane. Mouth curves with a warm smile, finger dancing just beneath the imp's chin before he places a warm kiss to the top of his head.
❝ Dance in the rain. I love to dance, and the rain can be refreshing. Besides, it's deeply romantic~ ❞
❝ We should go on a date! Where would you like to go, Blitzy~? We can do anything your heart desires! ❞
"Wait, anything?" Blitz asked, immediately turning and looking up at Stolas, his attention completely shifting. He'd been waiting in line for Loona--literally for her, she had commandeered him and instructed him to hold a spot in line for some concert for her--and had somehow conned Stolas into joining him. Until now, Blitz had been enjoying commenting on the outfits of all the people around them, but now it was like the world fell away.
Immediately shifting gears, he took Stolas by both hands and tugged him close, leaning his whole body against Stolas's legs, his chin on his hip, looking up with (mischievous) adoration. "Big words, pretty-bird. You sure you want me to hold you to 'em? Cause I think..." Blitz shoved the top of his nose against Stolas's belly, huffed, then planted his chin right back on him, "that you and me should play laser-tag. Not against each other though. Team shit. You and me against the world? I bet we'd be amazing together."
A storm of kisses falls upon Blitzø, soft and feather-light at first. Slowly, with each one, they become more insistent, lingering, and warm against the imp's skin. Stolas presses closer with a soft hum, nuzzling against his favored fiend briefly before interrupting him completely and capturing him in a desperate kiss.
At first, Blitz had just snorted and batted at Stolas, with all of those little kisses. But as they got in the way of anything else, he tossed his phone aside and turned his face towards his bird, just letting him do it. Blitz closed his eyes and started purring, letting himself enjoy this...
Until the flavor of the kisses seemed to change. The way Stolas held him, the way he kissed, the depth of the kiss, the need--there was no way Blitz's body and spirit weren't going to respond to that. For a stunned moment, he just let Stolas do it, let Stolas kiss him like there was no tomorrow. But then, abruptly, a switch flipped in Blitz and he rolled them both, pinning Stolas under him on the bed. Straddling him, knees pressed in snugly against Stolas's sides, he grabbed his arms and pinned them, then started kissing him all over again. Desperate, because maybe Stolas was right. Tomorrow wasn't fucking promised. At least, not for an imp. So he kissed him tonight, with every ounce of passion he possessed, kissing and kissing and kissing him, holding him down--trying to show Stolas that he was wanted. That Stolas never had to beg to hold him, or plead for attention, ever again. Blitz wanted him and was finally, finally, here to fucking try and show him that.
"Stolas," he whispered finally, his lips near Stolas's ear, but not against it; he always worried about how delicate Stolas's hearing might be. "Listen to me. Right now. You need to know this.
"You're fucking sexy. "You're beautiful. "You're funny. "You're ridiculous. "You're just like, really fucking tall, and sometimes kind of a dweeb. And you're perfect. Okay? You," he lifted his head up enough to take Stolas by the chin and meet his eyes, "you are perfect. And anyone who thinks otherwise is a fucking idiot asshole pussy. "And one more thing. While we're talking about what the fuck you are. You?" He caressed his chin with a claw, his soft and sweet expression suddenly turning to mischief, "are mine, birdie."
A detail I don't see mentioned about the confrontation between Blitzø and Stolas is that while Blitzø is understandably angry and lashing out, he also ends his rant with an invitation to Stolas, imploring, no, demanding he meet him at his level, to get as angry as he is, to FIGHT HIM, right then and there.
We've seen frequently that imps are violent in general, they're originally native to Wrath, and we see that most of their bonding rituals often involve violence and/or bodily harm (just look at how much Millie and Sallie May messed each other up at the end and while being able to laugh about it; a broken bottle fight and broken bones is their version of a light-hearted pillow fight)
While Blitzø is also very self-destructive, even by Hell's standards, it should be noted that he's technically begging for Stolas to connect with him in this moment, to speak a language he understands. "At least respect me enough to fight me! If you care, why walk away? Get real with me, if we can't get physical with our genitals, then at least let us get physical with our fists!"
Unfortunately, Stolas has had the exact opposite cultural upbringing, having been taught his whole life that emotional outbursts are unseemly and improper, so his main go-to for conflicts is avoidance. He avoided confrontation with his father, he basically avoided Stella as much as he could even when she was openly shitting on him at parties; and ONLY just recently has he managed to stand up for himself and when he finally does, it's not to strike back, but simply stand his ground for once, emboldened his new-found love for Blitzø and the knowledge that his daughter isn't fooled by the act anymore and will soon be of age anyway.
It is not currently in Stolas' nature to be confrontational the way Blitzø desperately needs him to be.
Blitzø says: "Please, if you ever actually cared, you'd fight for us Get mad, show me that you care!"
What Stolas hears is just the most literal interpretation with zero subtext, because he isn't attuned to the subtleties of arguing and especially not what it looks like for imps, i.e. he focuses on the "I always hated you" interpretation.
Both gave the other an opening, but only heard dismissal, because it wasn't spoken in a language they were familiar with.
I'm not saying either handled things well here, Blitzø shouldn't immediately respond with anger and Stolas shouldn't default to walking away, that's my whole point.
I just thought it was an interesting angle that their differences aren't just societal (privilege/wealth/respect) but also cultural in how it influences how they each handle emotional confrontation, or, in the case of Stolas, how they don't.