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Here's my piece for Stolitz Week Day 1! I went with the alternate prompt today, which was "morning after."
I wasn't sure how I felt about this color palette until I added the highlights, now I'm pretty happy with it!
I can't wait to see what other people create for this week! Here's more info if you'd like to participate- credit for arranging the event and designing the prompts goes to @StolitzWeek on Twitter ✨️
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Stolitz Week day 5 • duet
today i learned there is such a thing as a pocket trumpet and was absolutely delighted
#stolitz#stolitz week 2024#blitzø#stolas goetia#blitz has found a new avenue to be an absolute nuisance to everyone around him and he is thriving#kaz art
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STOLITZ WEEK!
Japanese School AU Theme
Day 1: First time
#helluva boss#stolitz#stolitz week 2024#stolitz week#blitz x stolas#blitzø#blitzo x stolas#stolas#blitzo
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Ships
Week Ending April 29th, 2024
Farcille
Falin Touden & Marcille Donato, Dungeon Meshi
Buddie
Evan Buckley & Edmundo Diaz, 9-1-1
Hannigram +6
Hannibal Lecter & Will Graham, Hannibal
Radioapple +1
Lucifer Morningstar & Alastor, Hazbin Hotel
Ineffable Husbands -1
Aziraphale & Crowley, Good Omens
Labru +7
Laios Touden & Kabru, Dungeon Meshi
Phan +7
Daniel Howell & Phil Lester, YouTubers
Destiel -1
Dean Winchester & Castiel, Supernatural
Narilamb -3
Narinder & the Lamb, Cult of the Lamb
Bucktommy -7
Evan Buckley & Tommy Kinard, 9-1-1
Satosugu -3
Gojo Satoru & Geto Suguru, Jujutsu Kaisen
Steddie +3
Steve Harrington & Eddie Munson, Stranger Things
Sonadow
Sonic & Shadow, Sonic the Hedgehog
Ghostsoap +5
Simon “Ghost” Riley & John “Soap” MacTavish, the Call of Duty franchise
Stolitz
Stolas & Blitzo, Helluva Boss
Jegulus +2
James Potter & Regulus Black, the Harry Potter universe
Zosan
Roronoa Zoro & Vinsmoke Sanji, One Piece
Huskerdust -6
Husk & Angel Dust, Hazbin Hotel
Wolfstar +1
Remus Lupin & Sirius Black, the Harry Potter universe
Soukoku
Nakahara Chuuya & Dazai Osamu, Bungou Stray Dogs
The number in italics indicates how many spots a ship moved up or down from the previous week. Bolded ships weren’t on the list last week.
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Getting emotionally invested in Stolitz was not on my 2024 shipping bingo card...
It hasn't even been a week yet since I barely even knew who these characters were (at most I saw some random out of context scenes, but boy, I was not prepared for the context...)
How did I end up here? Like I need another ship to cry about??
And I heard the next episode (coming later this month?) is heavily focused on them and could possibly have either a big breakthrough or breaking point for their relationship.
Damn, I sure chose a hell of a time to get involved...
#helluva boss#helluva boss stolas#helluva boss blitzo#helluva stolas#helluva blitzo#stolas goetia#stolas#blitzo#stolitz#personal
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Stolitz Week 2024 Day 5: Drag. Neither one of the prompts for today hit me just right so I decided to do my own. Screw the rules, I have brain rot. And yes Blitz's wig is the same as Bryce Tankthrust's hair.
#stolitz#my art#stolitzweek2024#blitz helluva boss#blitz x stolas#stolas helluva boss#helluva boss#helluva fanart#helluva boss fanart
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I'm sure Stolas is a very careful driver...
Done for Stolitz Week 2024
Original Comic: @zero_lawliet
Blitz: @blitzodeathpose
Grandma Driving Clown: @VinylScratch199
Stolas: @stellartemptation
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Stolitz Week Fic: Let Me Spell It Out for You (Stolitz, Helluva Boss)
Title: Let Me Spell It Out for You
Rating: Explicit
Characters: Stolas/Blitzo, Stolas & Original Male Character
Chapter 1 of 3: 3,839 words
Warnings: Jealousy, fake-date, canon-typical language, graphic descriptions of sex, Stolas has a cloaca, more to be added as fic is updated/complete tags available on AO3
Stolitz Week 2024 Theme: Date Night
Summary: When a bored Blitzø heads downtown to find some entertainment his entire night is derailed when he spots Stolas on what appears to be a date with another Ars Goetia. An evening of curious and playful stalking takes a lustful turn when Blitzø has to confront his own feelings of jealousy and concern for his once-a-month lover.
Author's Notes: Fic is complete, update schedule is as follows-
Chapter 2 will be posted on Monday, April 22nd at 6:30 PM EST
Chapter 3 will be posted on Thursday, April 25th at 6:30 PM EST
Let Me Spell It Out for You: Chapter 1
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Stolitz Week 2024 (April 14-20)
Found this event over on twitter but haven't seen anything around here on Tumblr so thought I'd share!
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Credit for the event goes to @StolitzWeek on Twitter. Link is here: https://t.co/rZ2nqW7EYy
Hope to be able to see people participate!
#stolitz#blitzø#stolas#stolas goetia#stolas x blitz#stolitz week#stolitz fanart#stolitz fanfic#helluva boss#helluva blitzo#helluva stolas#stolas x blitzo#blitzo x stolas
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Stolitz Week 2024
A/N: Continuation from the day one prompt, but probably can be read as a standalone as well.
Day Two: Hurt/Comfort; Chocolate/Candy (ao3)
Why are you anxious? Maybe because you're drinking shitty coffee and smoking cigarettes with your sort-of crush at three a.m.
Blitzø had never been able to tolerate sweets. Fizz would often find pockets of time between practices and performances to visit the cotton candy machine and joke with whoever was in charge of it, hoping they would give him a sweet cloud. Barbie would pick up any candies dropped around the circus ground by visitors and hid them in her dress. Mom only ate sweet pastries for breakfast, and Blitzø remembered how she always ended her night with a hot cup of cinnamon and brown sugar milk, the heat and smell of it so vivid even now Blitzø reacted to the spice like someone cutting onions.
Give him hard liquor. Bitter coffee with only ice cubes to soften it. Once at a club a guy bought him a fruity cocktail thinking that would lead to his cock getting inside of Blitzø. Blitzø drank it, because booze was booze, but he definitely didn’t let the guy anywhere near his hole.
And yet here he was, three a.m., with Stolas at an all night joint that only served coffee and some sort of goop that could either be scramble eggs or a really unfortunate looking donut. Blitzø had texted him in a moment of feverish vulnerability and immediately wanted to delete the message, but Stolas, as usual, read his text right away.
The little speech bubble was so hypnotizing that Blitzø nearly went cross-eyed at how hard he was staring at it. He was expecting a polite refusal, or maybe some sort of confused inquiry of why he would join Blitzø when the last time they saw each other Blitzø broke his end of the deal by sleeping in Stolas’ bed without dicking him down first.
But Stolas only asked where to meet Blitzø. Blitzø chose a place out in the edge of Imp City where not even the homeless went because even they weren’t this sad with their lives. He had thought that would change Stolas’ mind, but again, Stolas simply replied he would be there in ten.
And there he was, not even ten minutes later, in all his royal glory (wearing a simple sweater and pants yet still somehow looked more put-together than Blitzø in his best suit ever was). The server working behind the counter went from dozing to full-alert real quick, stammering something that might be construed (a word he learned from Moxxie) as a formal greeting. Stolas nodded absentmindedly at him, his eyes already on Blitzø, feathers fluffing out in pleasure as he walked over and sat down.
Blitzø had to force a giant gulp of scalding coffee down his throat to mask — whatever was going on on his face.
“I thought you hated hot coffee,” Stolas asked. He was moving around in the seat to find a position that could fit his long limbs without jostling Blitzø under the table. Blitzø extended his leg and gently bumped his boot into Stolas. Stolas smiled, and wordlessly let his legs stretch comfortably under the table, tangling with Blitzø’s swinging legs.
“They didn’t have —” before Blitzø could finish his sentence, the server hastily presented a glass of ice cubes to him. Blitzø gave him a dirty look but didn’t say anything. He bet the guy would cook up something that wasn’t even in their kitchen if Stolas wanted.
Stolas just asked for coffee and whatever they were serving that night. When the food came Stolas poked at it gingerly with a straw and left it be.
Blitzø waited for the questions. When should they make up for the last full moon? Did Blitzø bring the book with him today, since last time Blitzø was so out of it he forgot? Did he not know how super-duper-fucking-trouper important that book was for his duties? Why did Blitzø leave before Stolas woke up when he hadn’t done that in so long?
The self-induced stress was enough to make Blitzø dig out his crumbled pack of cigarettes. Stolas wasn’t even talking, he was just humming some tune to himself, not chattering away for once. Maybe it was the night. Maybe it was the unusual invitation. Maybe Stolas just knew him better than Blitzø thought and could tell he wasn’t in the mood for talking.
Blitzø lit a cigarette and took a deep, long drag. He could feel Stolas looking at him, heavy and heady and with the faint waft burning parchment papers. He thought everyone felt it wherever Stolas turned his gaze onto them, but Moxxie called him crazy. Millie just smiled with all her teeth, and Loona said they both smelled gross when they looked at each other.
Stolas’ coffee hadn’t arrived yet, probably because the guy was making it with french press or some fancy shit instead of pouring days-old coffee from their rusty pot, so Blitzø offered his own coffee, which Stolas refused, and a cigarette, which Stolas gladly accepted. The table didn’t have an ashtray so they put it out on the scramble-egg-donut until it was a spiky scramble-egg-donut. All the while they didn’t say a word. Stolas looked completely at ease and Blitzø couldn’t help his tail that wrapped around Stolas’ legs under the table.
Finally Stolas’ coffee arrived. It smelled like actual coffee and not the brown water in Blitzø’s mug, though Stolas ruined it immediately by pouring five packs of sugar in it and stirring it daintily with a finger.
“How do you even drink that?” Those were the first words uttered in nearly twenty minutes, and his voice was rough from the smoking. Stolas took a sip, hooting softly and happily.
“I like it sweet,” Stolas said simply. “I would order a mocha but I doubt they have it.” And he laughed at Blitzø’s expression, pushing his mug toward Blitzø. “Have a try.”
“Fuck no.”
“Come on!”
“I rather drink piss.”
Stolas huffed and took his mug back. “You’re so dramatic.”
“Ha!” Blitzø croaked. “You’re calling me dramatic?”
“I didn’t say I wasn’t, did I?”
Blitzø lit another cigarette. The fluorescent strip lights over them flickered every now and then, crackling like dying insects. The only other sounds were the exhale of smoke between them. The server had disappeared at some point. The streets outside were dark and silent, the twisting and tittering buildings so dense that the shine of the red sky was unable to peek through.
“Do you want the book back?” Blitzø finally asked, accompanied by a large puff of smoke.
Stolas blinked at him with all four eyes. “What makes you think so?”
“Because we didn’t — last time. I didn’t —” Blitzø retracted his tail and wrapped it around himself instead. “I broke the deal.”
“Oh, darling.” Stolas leaned forward and took away his cigarette, stubbing it out with a pinch. “Do you think I was upset? Do you think I’m upset?”
“I mean.” Blitzø couldn’t understand Stolas’ reaction. “Yes?”
“Seeing you on the full moon hasn’t been about the book in a long time.” Stolas traced the white scars on Blitzø’s hand, and clarified as an afterthought, “For me.”
“So you don’t want to continue this squid pro quote shit anymore?”
Stolas leaned his cheek in his palm and smiled adoringly at Blitzø. “I’m assuming you mean quid pro quo?”
“Whatever. That.”
“Hm, I think I would rather we switch to more of an omnia tibi situation.”
“I don’t know what the fuck that means.”
“It means I will give you everything you want.”
“What the fuck does that mean?”
Any normal being would have looked like shit under fluorescent lights. Blitzø was pretty sure his dark circles were on full blast in this light, but Stolas’ heart-shaped face glowed. “Blitzø,” Stolas started to say. The hand he was leaning on squished his face a bit, endearing in a mystifying way. “Why do you think I’m here right now? It certainly isn’t for the coffee.”
That was a confrontation he was avoiding since he texted Stolas earlier.
“I have a sneaking feeling you think I wouldn’t choose to be with you just to be with you.” Stolas finished his coffee. “You can have the book whenever you need with no strings attached, no something for something, because I like you.”
Blitzø’s heart was doing some freaky twitching he wasn’t used to. “You like me.”
Stolas almost seemed offended by Blitzø’s deadpan response. “Well, it’s not very hard to like you, is it? I like your company. I like your cute face. I like your humor. I like your taste in clothing — there’s just a lot to like! And whatever part of you that you seemed to view as intolerable matters very little to me compared to how much I like you.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Blitzø stood up in his seat. “You have crap taste. You drink coffee with sugar.”
“I’ve been told I’m very smart.” Stolas leaned back in his seat. “And if you give it a try, you might like it as well.”
“And if I don’t?” Blitzø rested a knee on the table.
“Then I will simply have to accept that.” Stolas smiled like he was falling. And Blitzø was falling too. Forward. Downward. But mostly forward.
Stolas’ long limbs wrapped around Blitzø like it went on forever. Blitzø’s tail wrapped around them and they were so close. In this shitty all-nighter joint with squeaky chairs and bad coffee that should make anyone want to kill themselves for choosing to spend their night here, but Stolas was here and he caught Blitzø in his arms. Blitzø was here and he decided to fall forward.
It was pretty fucking scary. It was also pretty fucking sweet.
(Day One) ← →(Day Three)
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Stolitz Week Day 3: Love Language
This immediately made me think of that "neurodivergent love languages" post that was going around, so I chose my favorite from those: parallel play!! I just think they'd really enjoy doing their own things together 💜
Also I would have finished this sooner but I got caught up in making them So Cozy and tbh, I think I made the right call 💖✨️
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Stolitz Week day 4 • human disguise
am i too late. has everyone moved past the undercut phase already. am i the only one who is still... yeah? it's over? okay well i'm gonna do whatever tf i want anyway k bye
#stolitz week#stolitz#human disguise#i've wanted to try a human blitz for a while and i haven't seen this hairstyle yet which surprised me#i don't think it's quite there yet but i ran out of time so oh well#blitzø#will i ever stop drawing stolas obsessed with plants? no#fight me#stolitz week 2024#helluva boss#helluva fanart#kaz art
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STOLITZ WEEK!
Japanese School AU Theme
Day 6: Date night
Commissions are open on DM!
My networks linktr.ee/ginny.wings
#stolitz week 2024#stoliz#stolitz#helluva boss#helluva boss fanart#stolas#hellaverse#stolas goetia#helluva boss stolas#blitz x stolas#helluva#blitzø#blitzo x stolas#helluva boss blitz#blitzo#stolas x blitz#helluva blitzo#stolas helluva boss
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👑 Teen & Up Audiences
👑 1.9k Words
👑 For the Stolitz Secret Santa Event!
“How long does it take for rich entitled assholes to get their shit over with?” Blitz could only grumble as he stood on the sidelines, drink in hand while keeping a close eye on his favorite birdbrain, who was currently being interrogated left and right by all high class demons in the room.
“Good evening, Lord Stolas!” A new contender approached the scene as soon as Stolas bid a lady farewell. The demon stood about an inch or so taller than the Goetian, his dark blue feathers slicked back with a fancy crown holding them back.
A purple coat draped over his shoulders as he smirked. “It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”
Greetings everyone and Happy New Year! <3
We're starting 2024 with an overdue Secret Santa gift for the Stolitz Exchange— this one goes out to Anni!
I've always wanted to work on something with jealousy around these two (also it's my first Stolitz fic, so yey!), and figured a scenario like this was likely to happen hehe~
“How long does it take for rich entitled assholes to get their shit over with?” Blitz could only grumble as he stood on the sidelines, drink in hand while keeping a close eye on his favorite birdbrain, who was currently being interrogated left and right by all high class demons in the room.
This whole mess started about a week ago.
Stolas had received a mysterious letter in the mail, which ended up being none other than an invitation for one of the many typical Goetian lineage parties held each year. This wouldn't have been much of an issue in itself— the prince had been blowing off attending these for a long time now.
What caught his immediate attention however, was who the invitation was from. His father.
Just like Blitz, the imp knew that Stolas had a… complicated history with his dad, to say the least. He hadn't heard from the man ever since his marriage to Stella, which was crazy to think about considering he was now dating a lower class demon and the old bird was probably none the wiser.
Despite all of this, the Goetian prince grew curious, and as such figured he could go this one time just to see what his father wanted to talk to him about. Blitz was very much against the idea, reminding his boyfriend of all the shitty things he'd done to him as a child and how he didn't owe him a single minute of his time.
But of course, Stolas was Stolas; someone willing to give people second chances and holding hope that maybe, just maybe, his father wanted to reconnect after all these years. The worst that could happen was Paimon not showing up at all and it just being a waste of their night.
Which brought another interesting point— Stolas wanting to take Blitz as his plus one.
The duo had been open about their relationship for months at this point, despite the imp's skepticism on how it would affect Stolas’ image in the public eye, something the owl told him he didn't care about. But despite all the various articles and interviews circulating across Hell, this would be their first public appearance together.
And yet, Stolas was probably as excited as a child opening gifts on Sinmas morning.
Arriving was relatively easy, considering they could teleport to the venue instantly and no one seemed to bat an eye at their presence. Blitz thought he'd grown used to seeing fancy places like these after living in his boyfriend's palace, but this was on a completely different level.
Once they entered, that's when quite literally all Hell broke loose— both Goetians and paparazzi came flocking like hungry seagulls around them, causing Blitz to have to push their way out of the crowd and flipping off anyone who stood in his way. Among the guests, neither could see Paimon anywhere.
Blitz offered to go look around the venue while Stolas kept the media at bay, only for the imp to come back empty handed. So, he ordered himself a drink and leaned against the bar looking over at the Goetian prince, keeping a close eye on the bird to give him the signal for them to skedaddle.
But of course as soon as Stolas was done talking to one person, another would come flocking in to take their place. And he was far too nice to cut them off entirely, so small talk had to be exchanged.
“This is gonna be a long fucking night…” Blitz took a small sip from the flavored drink, taking a mental note on watching out for his alcohol consumption. He had to stay sober to make sure everything was okay. He considered calling the M&M's to escape his boredom, but figured it wouldn't be fair to Stolas, so he sucked it up and simply stood there waiting.
“Good evening, Lord Stolas!” A new contender approached the scene as soon as Stolas bid a lady farewell. The demon stood about an inch or so taller than the Goetian, his dark blue feathers slicked back with a fancy crown holding them back. A purple coat draped over his shoulders as he smirked. “It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”
Stolas furrowed his eyebrows in slight confusion. It seemed like he didn't know who this guy was. Indeed, Blitz's suspicions were confirmed when his boyfriend returned the curt smile. “Ah, the pleasure is mine. Although, I don't believe we've met before, have we?”
“Where are my manners?” The blue demon reached out for Stolas’ hand, placing a kiss on his knuckles. Blitz could feel his grip on his glass tighten. “I'm one of the various contractors associated with your family. Lord Paimon sent me himself to welcome you.”
At that, Stolas’ eyes widened significantly. “My… father sent you?”
The man gave him a curt nod and portrayed what could only be described as fake sympathy in the Goetian’s direction. “He sends his regards and deepest apologies for not being able to attend tonight. He was hoping to be able to talk to you, but work consumed him more than he anticipated. You must know the feeling.”
“Ah… yes, I'm quite familiar.” Stolas turned his gaze to the glass of wine in his hands, playing with the rim.
The other demon didn't leave though, in fact, he took a step forward, his glass very close to touching the Goetian's and his beak in very close range. “Forgive me if I'm being forward, but I must say you're quite the treat to look at. Lord Paimon's genes are strong in most of his children…”
Blitz instinctively slammed his glass on the counter, feeling his legs about to go walking towards the duo, but he stopped himself mid-way. “Okay, gotta hold back a little. If I go to sucker punch that overgrown chicken, the whole room will turn into a damn circus.”
He also didn't want to overstep Stolas’ boundaries. The owl could handle himself perfectly fine, after all.
Blitz was proven right as soon as he saw the obvious discomfort in his boyfriend's face. He took a few steps backwards, still smiling politely, but this time with a hint of annoyance present. “Oh, well I appreciate the kind words, however I must let you know I already have a partner.”
At that response, the blue demon let out a cackle. Almost mockingly. “Wait, you don't mean to tell me the rumors of you… courting an imp are true? I just figured you'd simply grown tired of Lady Stella.”
Stolas’ feathers ruffled in the way they did whenever someone insulted either Blitz or his family. It was honestly kinda hot in the imp's eyes. “As a matter of fact, I am. And I couldn't be any happier, especially considering most Goetians are quite superficial in their mating. The same way you're being right now. If you'll excuse me.”
“That's my man.” Blitz smirked as he saw Stolas turn around to leave, but instantly felt his blood run cold as soon as the other demon went to grip his arm.
“Now, that's no way to speak to someone who's trying to have a polite conversation.” His eyes were hard and his smile was cold; his unoccupied hand went to grab Stolas by the waist, pulling him closer as he purred into his side. “You should be more considerate when others are complimenting you…”
The Goetian prince's eyes flew open, all pretenses forgotten as he turned to face him with a glare. “Let go of me—!”
Gasps and whispers instantly echoed across the venue. The blue demon lay on the floor, a large bruise on his left cheek that he touched with a moan of pain. He growled in retaliation. “What the fuck?!”
Blitz found himself holding the demon's wrist, pinning him to the ground. How he got here was honestly a blur to him, but at this point he could care less. “He told you to back off, asshole!”
At this, the taller demon chuckled once more, looking at the imp as if he were a mere parasite. “And who are you? His territorial sex toy?”
“I'm the guy who's gonna put you in a wheelchair if you don't stop fucking talking…” Blitz growled, slowly releasing the other and going to stand up, ignoring everyone's judgy looks as he made his way to Stolas. “Come on Stols, let's get outta here.”
The owl looked both shocked yet relieved. But as soon as the duo was about to walk away, the blue demon just had to dig a final nail in the coffin that Blitz would not stand for.
“To think you'd end up falling to such lengths, Stolas. Although I guess it's not that surprising— there's no way you'd get someone of higher class to sleep with you willingly, so you going to an imp sounds about right.” The demon's feathers ruffled as he sat up straight, still massaging his wound, but the cheeky grin never leaving his lips.
Blitz stopped mid-step.
Stolas knew the guy had sealed his fate.
“Blitz—!”
“Oh you're so DEAD, bitch!”
“Ow…”
“Stay still darling, I have to get you cleaned up.”
The party was a complete chaotic blur after that. Blitz brought out his knife, the demon returned the blows with some punches of his own, but to say they'd become the talk of the venue would be understatement.
In the end, some of the higher ups had to step in to stop the commotion, causing the party to be cut short and everyone being ushered to return home.
Stolas continued applying ointment to the bruises that were visible, his magic already having taken care of the major injuries. “You know I love to see you fight Blitzy, but that was too much of a commotion for my liking.”
“I know…”
“And did you really have to bite his crotch?”
“Hey! The asshole had it coming!” Blitz immediately tried standing straight, only to let out a few grunts, but not backing down. “You were the hottest guy in that whole damn room, and if he thinks you can't get laid if you put your mind to it, then he's clearly still a fucking virgin!”
“Hoot hoot!” Stolas let out a few giggles at the comment, bending down to place a gentle kiss on the side of the imp's horns. “Well, you aren't wrong about that. And if you ask me, I'm probably the one with the most fascinating sex life out of any Goetian.”
“Damn right you are!” Blitz absentmindedly leaned into Stolas’ touch, his tail curling around the bird's talons. “You deserve that and more…”
“Oh Blitzy~ You're awfully affectionate today.” Stolas teased lightly, but then gave him a soft smile. “Thank you for standing up for me, dear. Seeing you jealous is always a treat.”
The imp's skin instantly lit up with a blush as he turned to his boyfriend in indignation. “J-Jealous?! I don't get jealous! I was just trying to help you, you birdbrain!”
“Of course you were, darling…” Stolas smiled in that devilish way that had Blitz's stomach doing flips. Satan, why did he love this guy again?
“Whatever! You owe me a cuddle session! And a movie night!” The imp whined as he moved from their bed and started heading for the door to the living room, to which Stolas only giggled in reply as he helped him make his way down the stairs.
“Absolutely. I have to repay my knight in shining armor somehow.”
“Good! We're watching Spirit, by the way!”
“Your wish is my command, dearest…”
✦ 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐌𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐝 𝐓𝐨 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐬! ✦
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New Stolitz week one-shot. Hoping to finish these before the new episode drops and shatters all these headcanons into oblivion
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Stolitz Week 2024 has begun over on Twitter!
Day 1: First Time (dancing)
And yes, Blitz is standing on a table.
#stolitzweek2024#stolitz week#stolitz#helluvaboss#helluva boss blitz#helluva boss stolas#blitz x stolas
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