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“I cannot speak to the way you will be treated after this, Vassago,” Satan says, “considering your support for this criminal.”
“This is my choice; no te preocupes.”
Then Vassago crouches back beside Stolas, once again resting his arm over his shoulders. His cape is warm and heavy against him, lighter than Stolas' own but perhaps magically infused. Vassago gently holds him by the underside of his beak, turning him to face him. Stolas takes in his kindly, comforting expression for only a moment before it hardens, his fiery gaze returning to the rest of the court.
“Gracias, Your Majesty,” he says to Satan, “you will not regret this mercy.”
With that, he summons a star-shaped portal to deliver them both back to his palace.
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After the trial, Vassago thinks Stolas' verdict is completely unjust. Unwilling to see him abandoned by the Goetia, he takes him to his own palace to care for him.
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“Red.”
Blitzø freezes. He blinks, backing away from Stolas' tense form on the bed. He hasn't ever called red before. He hasn't even hinted at fucking amber. A good top should see this shit coming, damnit.
“Stols?” Blitzø asks, trying to soften his voice as panic floods through him. “Tell me what’s going on.”
Stolas sits up quickly, head turned almost all the way around and staring at the door of the bedroom. His talons tangle in the sheets, so rigid he might as well be Blitzø's dick right now. Or rather, his dick twenty seconds ago.
“It's just -” Stolas flinches, “- Stella’s coming.”
Blitzø deflates. Of fucking course. The wife.
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On one of their full moon nights together, Stolas and Blitzø are interrupted by Stella. Blitzø learns more about her relationship with Stolas than he could have imagined.
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" Looking back over his shoulder, Blitzø sees that Stolas remains un-soundly asleep on the sofa. He unscrews the lid and carefully pours the bottle’s contents onto the tiled floor. There are a few more than half the pills left, so small and so pink and so damn unassuming. They're not the exact same, but Blitzø has seen similar before - from scrubbing Barbie's vomit off the carpet after her first OD. He swallows around his dry throat at the memory.
Not like a fucking psycho, he counts every single pill, moving them from one tile to the next. Thirty-six. The label says to take one-to-two a day. Blitzø scoffs. He tips thirty-five of them back into the bottle and returns the whole thing to the hiding spot in the pipe, screwing it back into place under the sink. He drops the singular remaining pill onto a plate and gets to work steeping some tea for Stolas."
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Blitzø is stressed about Stolas taking antidepressants, obsessing over looking after him. He just wants his bird to be okay.
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" Back in the living room, Stolas sits on the couch. This is an improvement to him wallowing on it. To encourage this with some positive reinforcement, Blitzø drops a warm blanket over his hunched shoulders. Stolas lets out a sad little hoot that sounds both like 'sorry' and 'thank you'.
When he comes back from the alley - bleeding, but with two rats to show for his trouble - Stolas has withered once again into the cushions. To discourage this with some tough love, Blitzø drops a second, slightly less warm blanket over his form. Stolas burrows further underneath it, cramping his lanky body until he's completely shrouded. "
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Blitzø maybe has a tendency to smother the people he cares about. That's totally healthy - or at least, Stolas probably needs it.
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Stella marches over to him, stopping about a foot away. She grabs his wrist and pulls his hand up, pressing it to her breast. His fingers stiffen against the warmth of her feathers. Grinning at him, she squeezes her talons more tightly around his arm.
“If you care for me at all,” she says, “you will get over yourself and fuck me. And when I eventually pop out an egg, I will be more than happy to stay far away from you and your hideous little ass.”
Stolas swallows around nothing, body alight with shame. As much as he has no choice in this, neither does Stella. It's what their families expect.
“Okay,” he agrees.
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Stolas' experience of sex has always been transactional. After Sinsmas, he struggles to find a balance in his relationship with Blitzø and closes the gap the only way he knows how.
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The Principle of Cross-Cutting Relationships by Baka_Chuu
Fandom The Owl House (Cartoon)
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Okay. Okay okay okay, no need to panic.
He was 99% sure he was awake. Maybe… 92% sure that he wasn’t hallucinating…
So that meant… It really was yesterday. Or today again. Whatever, it wasn’t tomorrow, today.Lucifer wept, this was confusing.
He was being stupid. He had a whole library of books, he could figure this out. Right?
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The Stolas-Centric–Time Loop-Groundhog-Day-of-Apology-Tour fic literally no one asked for.
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So, Stolas lost everything.
Everything.
Ev-er-y-thing.Blitzø was not panicking. He wasn’t. He could provide Stolas with somewhere to live, food to eat, clothes to wear, TV to watch, friends to hang out with, shit, even somewhere to work if he really wanted.
That is, until Stolas had told him that everything included his powers. How the fuck was that even possible? No, Blitzø wasn’t panicking. He was fucking terrified.
Or; Blitzø freaks the fuck out when he realizes Stolas can now get hurt and killed just like anyone else.
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28 Dec 2025
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“What do you mean you’re going out? Out where? And why can’t I come?”
“It’s nothing exciting, Blitzø. I’ll be back in a few hours,” Stolas said, waving a hand dismissively as he hoisted his tote bag over his shoulder.
“You didn’t answer like, any of my questions.”
...So, yeah. Blitzø followed Stolas to the mall and was spying on him, big fucking whoop. It wasn’t his fault, Stolas had been acting really fucking weird and had basically forced him to do this!
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Or; Stolas experiences a Sinsmas Stallion Stampede and Blitzø freaks out because he had no idea that Saltine was going to die at the end of that stupid French movie.
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27 Dec 2025
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The plant Stolas picks up this time is—well it’s—he pauses to look at the thing. He tilts his head. He reminds himself he cannot be an asshole (aka himself) right now; Stolas is delicate and he needs encouragement and unconditional support. There’s gotta be a nice way to say this.
“That thing’s fucking hideous.”
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Stolas nurses a sick plant back to health. Blitzø does too.
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07 Dec 2025
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i'll never be that kinda angel by jayfeatherseyebrows
Fandoms: Helluva Boss (Web Series)
08 Jul 2025
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Blitzø wasn't a perfect man. When Stolas received a surprise phone call, he might have...overreacted. Just a bit.
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19 Nov 2025