I like to theorize/headcanon that Stolas’ “do you know what I want?” Monologue will eventually be mirrored by Blitz. Like when he confesses or when their relationship is real and healthier.
So… I wrote a lil thing for it. Do with this what you will
The actual monologue by Stolas:
“Do you want to know what I want? I want to know what it’s like to not be alone. I want to be someone’s someone. I want to feel wanted, but like In a romantic way. Like I’m standing out in the rain at a train station and someone is shouting ‘Harriet!don’t get on that train! It’s going to London and I cannot be without you!’ The point is I just want someone to care if I stay or go. I want someone to want me. To want to see me, to hold me, to look at me and think: ‘you’re the only one I want. I desire to hold you and talk to you, never let you feel so…’ You! Why are you here? I don’t want you here, go home please! Let me not feel so sad”
My Headcanon mirror monologue:
“Look stolas, it took a while but I… I figured out what I want. you told me what you want- to not be alone. And… god dammit I think I want that too. I think I want you to be my ‘someone’ or whatever, and in some pansy-ass romantic way not just… for fucking. Like, shit- okay, like if you were at some dumb train station, and it was raining or whatever, and you were running off to some fucking placed called ‘Log-bog’-“
“London, my dear”
“Whatever- I’d… fuck Stolas. I’d tell you to stay. Maybe not at first. First I’d probably yell at you because I’m a mess and I don’t know how to handle my own emotions. And then I’d call you shitty names, really shitty ones that I don’t actually mean, all because I know you deserve better than me. So It wouldn’t be like your shitty rom-coms. But fuck it- the ending would be the same? I’d tell you not to go. Because fuck- I don’t really want to be without you”
“Blitz I-”
“No- don’t Interrupt- if you interrupt then I’ll start thinking about what all this means and I’ll change my mind and jump out your window or kill myself or something-“
“Go on”
“Fuck it- Stolas… you’re the only one I want. Okay? You make me want to do some gay shit like hold you- and I actually fucking like talking to you. So I want that- I want to talk to you. I never want to let you feel like that again. I was a coward at that stupid fucking party. I should have said it back then, but I hated myself for making you feel so sad. But fuck it- that’s why I’m here now. If you want me to be. I want you, Stolas”
I like this prompt because I feel like it's unusual and it's more interesting to come up with a scenario that would involve it. Like it could be really funny and/or really wholesome.
Thank you so much for the prompt! Today I bring you: wholesome crack 😂
Stolitz | 1.7k | Teen and Up | Fluff, Humor, post-Sinsmas, Blitz and Stolas are in love; they're also a little bit stupid | read on AO3 or below:
“Stooooolaaaaaasss!”
Blinking up from the smut he was in the middle of writing, Stolas watched as an unusually excited Blitz, followed by his employees, jumped through a portal and into the office—and immediately face-planted on the floor.
Stolas squawked in dismay, but Blitz quickly straightened, a wide smile on his face and a glint of mischief in his eyes as he pointed a finger at Stolas. “You,” Blitz announced. “I need you, birdie. And everyone else, too. Emergency meeting, everyone!”
“Sir, there’s no need to shout, we’re literally all here,” Moxxie grumbled before Stolas could ask Blitz what he was talking about. “And please tell me we aren’t actually going through with this?”
Blitz turned to the smaller imp, hands on his hips like an annoyed parent.
“Don’t you dare try to kill my buzz, Moxx. ‘Sides, you’re not the one who’s gonna be getting your shoes dirty, are ya?”
Stolas swore he could hear the grinding of Moxxie’s teeth all the way from his desk.
“Um,” Stolas tentatively tried to intervene.
“Come on, honey, it’ll be fun!” said Millie, who was covered in about as much human blood as was usual for her and buzzing like an excited child. When her husband grumbled, she stepped closer to him and twirled a finger on his chest. “Do it for me?”
Moxxie, apparently weak to the power of Millie’s doe eyes, finally nodded.
“Hell, yeah!” Millie cheered.
“Uh…” Stolas tried again, to no avail.
“Ugh,” Loona muttered to the side, “remind me again why the fuck I put up with you guys?”
“Everyone shut the fuck up and get your asses here. Stolas!” Blitz turned to him. When he noticed the confusion on his face, though, Blitz walked around the table and took Stolas’ hands in his own, pulling him to his feet. “C’mon, pretty bird, we have some red asses to beat to death.”
Weak to the way Blitz’s voice softened when addressing him, Stolas went, even though he had no idea what in Hell he was signing up for.
“You too, Looney!” Blitz hollered as he opened a new portal using his tongue, his hand still busy holding Stolas’. “Someone’s gotta film this shit so I got proof we ran circles around M&M!”
“For fuck’s sake…”
Stolas was pretty sure Loona grumbled something else, but Blitz was already pulling him through the portal and right to the top of a hill in the human world. He hadn’t had time to grab his jacket, but the weather was luckily quite nice, even if Stolas could feel the cold dampness of the grass clinging to his claws.
The hill wasn’t too tall, the bottom of it within walkable distance, and the forest that stretched out below was painted with the vibrant colors of spring. Some towns were visible in the distance, but there seemed to be no humans within their vicinity.
“... Yeah, this is a terrible idea,” Loona said, and Moxxie’s subsequent nod had Stolas believing her words wholeheartedly. If there was one thing he’d learned over the past few months, it was that Moxxie and Loona were never in agreement with one another; not unless the matter was life-or-death.
Blitz and Millie seemed oblivious to Loona and Moxxie’s exchange, focused as they were on their own. They were holding one another’s gaze, grinning wickedly as their tails slashed playfully behind them.
“First pair to make it to the bottom wins?” Blitz shot.
“Losers have to clean the toilet for a month,” Millie declared.
“Deal.”
“I swear to…” Moxxie mumbled, pinching his frown in exasperation. Loona just huffed and stared at her phone, and in the millisecond of silence that followed, Stolas finally managed to intervene.
“I’m terribly sorry to interrupt,” he said, all eyes turning to him, “but would anyone care to explain to me what the fuck is going on?”
Blitz offered him a proud—and, frankly, incredibly sexy—grin. “A piggyback race, of course!” he said, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“You heard the boss,” Millie added, “losing couple cleans the bathroom for a month!”
“And we can’t let those dainty fingers of yours get dirty,” Blitz interjected, “so hop on and let’s wipe the floor with these two!”
“Thank you!” said Moxxie from behind him. Loona said nothing, but Stolas was almost certain she was already recording.
Stolas just gaped. First at Blitz, who smiled brilliantly up at him, mirth shining in his beautiful eyes; and then at Moxxie, who—despite his complaints—didn’t stop Millie from hoisting him up onto her back.
Stolas barely had time to throw the smaller imp an unimpressed look. A moment later, his attention was back on Blitz, who had bent his knees and spread his arms wide right by his side.
“Well? Hop on, big bird!”
Stolas blinked down at Blitz, feeling a blush creep up his cheeks. Moxxie was absolutely correct in that this was an outrageously stupid idea, but… there was just something about being in Blitz’s arms, and it was oh, so rare for him to have a chance to do such a thing… Despite his reservations, Stolas found himself approaching Blitz carefully, hand on his shoulder as he figured out the logistics of this.
“Um…” he mumbled, and raised a leg. Blitz chuckled at his reluctance, and caught it, standing closer to hold it against his waist.
“Gimme the other one, birdie,” he said, and Stolas couldn’t help a little squawk as he lifted his other leg off the ground and wrapped his arms tightly around Blitz’s shoulders to keep himself upright. “Great! Everyone ready?!”
Stolas was not ready, thank you very much. His heart fluttered in his chest as he felt Blitz’s strong arms clench around his thighs and his broad back press against his stomach. He was way too big for Blitz to carry, surely—his legs a hindrance where they dangled before them, his body just too tall to keep upright.
He seemed to be the only one harboring such reservations, because Millie just bellowed, “Hell yeah!” wasting no time before saying, “on your marks…”
Blitz leaned forward and hoisted him up a bit, making Stolas hoot.
“Get set…”
Oh, fuck, this is actually happening, was all that Stolas had time to think before Millie yelled—
“GO!”
Blitz bolted downhill, running faster than seemed physically possible.
“Bliii-iiiiiitz!!!!!” Stolas screeched, holding on for dear life as he bounced on Blitz’s back, his long legs swinging wildly in the air.
Blitz roared with laughter, loud and bombastic as he bent forward to gain momentum, and oh, Lucifer, they were going so fast, too fast.
“The rock, mind the rock!!!” Stolas yelped as he dug his talons into Blitz’s shoulders. Blitz just cackled madly and jumped over the damn thing, leaping forward at a speed that had Stolas screeching loud enough that the sound echoed sharply around them.
With the wind rushing past and his own terrified yelps ringing in his ears, Stolas was only distantly aware of Moxxie’s cries and Millie’s mad cackling. He couldn’t tell who was winning, or how close they were to the bottom of the hill. All he knew was they seemed to miraculously be holding on and not dying, which was more than he could've honestly hoped for.
“See!” Blitz said over his shoulder, and the brilliant, beautiful smile he directed at Stolas had him grinning helplessly in return. “Told ya we’d beat the shit out of their perky red assss—shhiiii-IIIIIIIITTT!!!”
Stolas barely registered the twisting pain as his claw caught on the ground. A moment later, none of their limbs were on the ground, the both of them flying forward instead.
It seemed like a lifetime went by before they hit the ground in a heap of limbs and horns and tails, and Stolas screeched as they rolled speedily downhill, trying to hold on to Blitz, convinced they were plummeting toward their demise—
And then they stopped. It was so sudden it knocked the air from Stolas’ lungs, and for a long moment, he could only look up at Blitz, whose tail was wrapped tightly around his waist. One of Blitz’s hands was cupping the feathered back of his head, the other digging deep into the dirt to stop their fall.
Blitz gaped down at him, his eyes impossibly big with concern, his sole focus on Stolas. And maybe they were both wet, and beaten, and covered in mud—but his Blitz looked straight out of a fantasy, and Stolas laughed, shocked and breathless and in love.
And then he kept laughing. Despite his efforts, he couldn’t bring himself to stop, and soon there were tears prickling in his eyes, his lungs stuttering with the absurdness of it all. That this was his life; that they were both such idiots. That somehow, Blitz never failed to make him feel this stupidly fucking happy.
Though Blitz’s eyes shone with amusement as well, he did eventually untangle himself from Stolas, sitting back on the damp grass. “You okay there, Stols?” he asked, giving his hand a squeeze.
But Stolas couldn’t speak. He was pretty sure he’d lost ten years of his life as well as half his feathers during that fall, and his legs and arms were scraped and in pain, but his chest was so light with laughter and light he just couldn’t stop grinning.
Screams of victory came from somewhere below them, and Stolas was sure Loona was probably still recording them from above. Stolas cared about precisely none of it. He flopped onto his back and pulled Blitz down with him, catching the man he loved in his arms and kissing him like his life depended on it.
Blitz laughed and kissed him back, and Stolas’ heart soared. They may not have made it to the bottom of the hill, but he had still very much won this race. No endeavor that resulted in having Blitz in his arms could ever be counted as a loss.
*
The following morning, a distressed owl screech echoed all across the I.M.P headquarters, coming from their tiny restroom, which was conveniently due for a deep cleaning.
“I have to put my hand where?!”
Moxxie snickered, feeling just somewhat sorry for the Prince. “I do wonder if they’ll eventually realize Blitz could’ve ridden Stolas’ back instead...”
Blitzø: Hey, Stolas? There's something I... I wanted to talk to you about... Cause... I know you're going through a hard time and you might be too overwhelmed with all that at the moment, and that's totally fine, and I get it, and all that, but...
Stolas, confused: What is it Blitzy?
Blitzø: I-i... I get it if you don't want to right now... Or ever, but... I just... I was a bit confused about... Us, y'know and I wanted to ask you if you maybe would like to... *Mumbling:* Be my boyfriend?
Stolas: Wait what?
Blitzø: Fuck, ummm... I know you might not be ready yet or you just don't like me like that and it's totally cool, and all, I was just wondering if you would want to... Date me, maybe?
Stolas: WE'RE NOT DATING?!
Blitzø: What?!
Stolas: I-i thought we were... Since y'know, we live together, you make me breakfast every day, and we cuddle, and kiss, and we were dancing on the balcony... I thought it was obvious we were dating.
I think we all need some Stolitz Fluff and Happiness after the last episode, so here is my short (moving) comic "Starry Night".
I got the idea after watching "Look my way". I thought, after they had made up, Stolas would show Blitzø his Universe Room to make peace with all they had gone through (come back to the place of heartache to heal, sort of).
Blitzø would be absolutely amazed by the stars and planets, but Stolas would only focus on him the whole date, even going so far as to call him beautiful when Blitzø actually meant the stars.
Stolas had tried everything. Offering a movie, offering to take him out to eat, offering breakfast in the morning, offering to show him around his library, what was left! He needed some way to get this imp to understand that he just wants to make a genuine connection with him. That he doesn't only want him around for sex. So when he sees him climbing over the balcony this full moon, he gets a sudden idea.
"Heyo Stols, How's your day been? Ready to mess it up?" he smirks and walks sultry near him and tugs at his pants. Stolas smiles evilly back but pulls a deck of cards from behind him.
"No. I challenge you to 'Go Fish'. Whoever wins, gets to be pleasured tonight hmm?" he smiles and raises his eyebrows. Blitz looks to the cards and back to Stolas, eyeing him skeptically.
"I didn't know you knew how to play any card games. Much less a baby card game", he snorts, and reaches for the deck but Stolas pulls it back, "No-no, I'll shuffle it with magic". Blitz laughs, "No way, you'll cheat!" Stolas's mouth gapes open, "How would I cheat!"
Blitz snorts again, "Okay, deal".
Stolas leads him into his library and starts lighting some candles by hand as Blitz deals out the seven cards for each hand. Then he sits across from his imp lover as only the candles and full moonlight illuminate their game and each other.
Very romantic, actually, Stolas thinks. He looks at the cards in his hand. Trying to keep a straight face. Glancing up at Blitz, his face is contorted into deep focus, one that Stolas hasn't really seen from him before.
"Am I going first, or shall you?" Stolas asks and Blitz raises his eyebrows, "I mean-host goes first".
Stolas smiles, "Got any 3's?. He sighs, "Fuck. Yeah", he hands two over. Blitz then looks over his deck. "Got any queens?" he smiles, and Stolas sighs, relinquishing three. Blitz cackles and holds them in his deck like a prize. Then Stolas looks back over his deck.
"Any...uh...9's?" Stolas asks and Blitz smiles wide, "I'm Goin FISHIN BITCH!" and Stolas chuckles, as Blitz pulls one from the deck and places it in his own hand, then Stolas smiles cockily and asks again, "Any nines?", Blitz groans and hands the one nine he just got over and their fingers brush. Stolas blushes which in turn makes Blitz blush, "Uh uhm, your turn".
"Hehe, no, Blitz. It's your turn", Stolas corrects and Blitz rubs his neck, "Oh shit, right. Uh...any fours?" he asks, getting a glance into Stolas's eyes then looking away. Stolas takes two fours out of his deck and slides them over, and Blitz grabs them but he has to pull at them, chuckling.
"Hey gimme your fours, bitch!" he says and Stolas chuckles now and sneaks a kiss then lets go, Blitz covering his blush with his hand. The back and forth continues, Blitz continuing to accumulate cards from Stolas's deck until he only has one left.
"Wow, when you asked me to play I really thought you'd be better at this". he smirks and Stolas sighs, "Well. I didn't have many to practice with as a kid". That makes Blitz frown for a moment then he leans over the table and kisses Stolas softly, the owl cooing underneath his lips.
"That's to make you losing a little easier", he gives a wide toothy smile and looks at his large deck then at Stolas, who's face is flushed.
"Gimme the king", he says, his arms wide. Stolas chuckles and turns it over, and just as he says, it's a king, and Blitz has won.
"Hah! Take that birdy! Winner winner stew dinner!" he gloats then Stolas pushes off the cards in a flurry and pulls him close by the shirt, kissing him deeply that makes his whole body shiver, his tail whipping wildly, "Yes, and now your reward, winner".
Notes: I was gonna do poker for this but I did not have the brain power to relearn how to play poker lol. So you get Go fish instead. Hope you enjoyed even though it was short. I'm still working on other larger fics.
