Can I have Blitzo reacting to his S/O being jealous of his thing with Stolas because they're scared he's gonna leave them for Stolas.
Of course! I'm so glad I'm starting to get more requests as well as majority of them being for my comfort character! I was also going to decide on more of an angry type of angst but decided to go for more of an emotional one and I was also really end this in a comedic way too but oh well. Anyway, if this version isn't what you want I can always try and re-write it for you :)
Warnings ~ Angst, swearing, slight out of character Blitzø
Stupid ~ Blitzø x !GN! Reader
Even though you knew the deal between Stolas and Blitzø was strictly for business, the thought of your beloved boyfriend leaving you loomed over you like a massive rain cloud. Whenever the full moon had arrived, Blitzø would pull you into a hug and say how much he loves you and how, if he had the option, he would make these monthly "visits" come to an end to try and console you, yet it did no good. Stolas was a prince for crying out loud! He was wealthy, tall powerful, good looking, regal, well mannered and so much more! Yet here you were constantly thinking that you were worth no more than the broke demons living out on the streets of the shattered society of Hell.
During the nights when Blitzø was off fulfilling his side of the deal with the demon of the ars goetia, your insecurities would come flooding back and all you had to calm you down was a hoody that still had Blitzø's scent on and the yellow horse plush that sat on his bedside table.
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"Ugh so fucking glad to be back," Blitzø muttered.
Knowing that you were asleep, he entered the apartment as quietly as possible. He put all of his belongings that he took to Stolas' on the sofa and tiptoed towards your shared bedroom. He saw that the door was slightly ajar but thought nothing of it and opened it up wide enough so he could slip. Once he did this and closed the door he noticed that his bedside lamp was on and that's when he saw your trembling state. You were lying on top of the covers on your side of the bed, in his grey hoody, clinging onto his beloved horse plush.
"(N/n), what's wrong?" the imp boss questioned. Startled, you jumped up from the bed and roughly wiped away the tears spilling from your eyes. "Blitzø? I-I thought you weren't coming back till t-tomorrow?" He jogged a small distance to get to you and abruptly wrapped his arms around you, "Are you okay? Why are you crying? Please don't cry...please."
Just as you thought the tears stopped flowing, you collapsed in his arms and a fresh batch of salty tears escaped and slid down your cheeks once more. "I-I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't be c-crying it's stupid you stuttered out."
"Please (N/n), just tell me what's wrong."
You both sat on the bed, facing one another and Blitzø waited patiently for you to explain what got you so upset.
"It's just, I feel that you care more about Stolas than me. You always have your attention turned on him, whenever he comes to visit, he always calls you a-and he has your un-divided attention. I-I know that the only way the business can continue is if we have the grimoire and the only way you can get it is by...doing it with Stolas....but I can't help but feel a little insecure. I mean he's a prince, he's wealthy...he's tall."
Blitzø could only chuckle at your worried state. He wrapped his arms tightly around you once more, "(Y/n) I would never leave you okay? Especially for that sick fuck. Like you said I'm only doing this for the company okay? If there was another way I could get my hands on that book believe me I would, but there isn't and Stolas decided to work out a trade that worked for both parties...I guess."
"Like I said, stupid." you replied.