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Loona found Stolas on the balcony most nights.
She’d be walking to the kitching for a late night snack, or going out for a party, when she always saw the same scene. Stolas leaning over the fire escape rail, cigarette in hand. Every single day like clockwork, he’d be out there when the moon was highest.
One day, she slunk past the clear door and out into the cold night air. It was quiet– quiet as it could be in Imp city– when she stood beside Stolas, the two in twin poses. She glanced over at the owl, watching as the smoke he exhaled disappear into the wind.
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- Part 1 of In the right place and time.
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23 Jun 2026
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Fizz pushed out of Blitz's hold and slipped through the curtain, and the growl cut off into a squeal. "Fizzie!"
"Ozzie!"
Blitz leaned against the wall, grinning, holding his arm against his bruised ribs. He could just see Fizz and Asmodeus through the crack in the curtains. Fuck, he was beat to shit, and all he could smell for a few long moments was blood and smoke that clung to his clothes, then the faintest hint of lavender. It was practically a Pavlovian response, the way Blitz's muscles loosened.
Wait, lavender--?
The curtains fluttered open, and Blitz felt like he'd been shot directly in the chest, because standing there, frozen, beak open, was Stolas, gripping his stupid top hat and all four eyes wide and trained on Blitz's beat-up form.
"Stolas?"
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Or: the one where Fizz and Blitz are a little bit more beat up after fighting the mafia and Striker, and Fizz uses Puppy Eyes on Blitz to convince him to walk him up to Ozzie's office (it was super effective).
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- Part 1 of The Mortifying Ordeal of Staying
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13 Jun 2026
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Blitzo does it up for Stolas’s sixteenth birthday. There are tears. And kisses.
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12 Jun 2026
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Blitz doesn't know why he does it. If someone were to ask him, he'd say it's to prove to Stolas that he's fine, fuck you very much. He sways, leaning against a bright yellow wall. It's so fucking bright and loud in here, and the beelzejuice is making his head swim and his skin tingle in a pleasant way, and right now all he wants is for Stolas to know he's fine. He's not affected by that shit that happened earlier. So he taps on Stolas's picture, hits call, and holds the phone up to his ear.
"Blitz?" Stolas's voice is quiet, a little shaky.
"Heyyyyy, Stolas!" Blitz says, sagging against the wall. "How's your night goin'? Mine's goin' fuckin' great."
"... Are you drunk?"
Blitz grins, eyes shutting. He is sort of distantly aware of the fact that he's slid down the wall and is now sitting on the floor. "Fuck yeah, I am."
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Instead of sticking his tongue in anything with a pulse after beating Bee at a drinking contest, Blitz has the amazing idea to call Stolas while so drunk that he can't stand on his own. What could go wrong?
Featuring: Blitz with a 2-second attention span, Blitz being so drunk he forgets to be an asshole, and Stolas kicking Stella out a la The Circus.
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- Part 2 of The Butterfly Effect
Bookmarked by Wowzers126
12 Jun 2026
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Stolas hummed. "You know, darling, you don't have to fuck me." He looked Blitz up and down. "I would be more than happy to just have you here for the evening."
"After seeing that big scary bird form of yours?" Blitz shook his head. "I gotta stick my dick in something. Preferably you."
Okay, well. He hadn't really meant to tell Stolas about that either, but whatever. Stolas flushed. "You found my... eldritch form attractive?"
"Yeah, yeah." Blitz rolled his eyes and approached the bed, undoing his belt. "What did I say about keeping your beak shut?" he growled.
Stolas's feathers fluffed; then he smirked. "I don't remember," he cooed.
"Brat."
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The truth gas has totally worn off. Right?
Series
- Part 1 of The Butterfly Effect
Bookmarked by Wowzers126
12 Jun 2026