I hear you're bored so here's a question— what musical instrument do you think your favourite helluva blorbos would play? We've seen a couple of them actually playing instruments in the show, but not all of them (Stolas and Loona, for example). So... Any thoughts? 👀 - @blitzwhore ✨
Thanks for the ask! It provided some unexpected inspiration, so here have this mini fic I wrote at like 3 am 😅
Stolas ran his fingers over the silky, dark wood of the piano, the twinge of an old ache stirring in his chest.
"Can you play that thing?" Blitz asked, eyeing him curiously.
He blushed and stammered, halfway to denying it before Blitz rolled his eyes.
"Fuck, of course you can."
"I was never very good," Stolas offered. Certainly, Stella had hated his playing, and he hadn't touched the one at the palace in over a decade.
Blitz crossed his arms and leaned against the side of the piano. "Well, show me what you've got."
Stolas glanced around the music store nervously. It seemed empty except for the bored imp flicking through a magazine at the counter. They had only stopped in because Moxxie finally snapped and binned the stash of kazoos that Blitz kept at the office specifically to torment him.
"Really, I haven't played in years," Stolas protested, but he still found himself sitting down at the piano bench. What was it about having Blitz's eyes on him that made it so hard to disobey?
Although he was out of practice, he assumed the proper posture automatically. He rolled his shoulders down, took a deep breath, and began to play.
The song had always been a favorite of his, and clung to his memory even now. It was a lovely piece, slow and soothing, but with a touch of melancholy underneath, like a sad sort of lullaby.
His fingers fumbled with the keys and he winced at every misplaced note. His face heated up in embarrassment. Blitz would certainly see why he didn't play anymore now.
After a few halting bars he risked a glance up at Blitz's face, bracing himself to see disappointment or annoyance there. To his shock, he found that Blitz was staring at him wide-eyed, his lips slightly parted and his tail swaying gently behind him.
The sight startled him out of his playing and stilled his hands on the keys. He met Blitz's gaze for a moment, flustered and wondering, and then Blitz stepped closer, rounding the bench to stand behind his shoulder.
One gentle claw came up and traced the length of Stolas's spine.
"Keep going," Blitz said softly.
His embarrassed flush was replaced by a much more pleasant sort of blush at the feeling of Blitz's hands on him. He took another deep breath and resumed as Blitz continued to make long strokes down his back.
When he finally finished the piece, he let the last note fade from the air before seeking Blitz's gaze again. He had barely turned his head when Blitz caught him up in a kiss, deep and passionate and delightfully unexpected.
He sighed into Blitz's mouth, all the lingering tension of his mediocre performance melting from his shoulders. He lifted a hand to cup Blitz's cheek, but Blitz caught it and entwined their fingers, stepping away from the kiss and gently pulling Stolas up.
Confusion gripped him as Blitz led him from the shop without buying anything.
Blitz turned back to him, his grin bright and just a little dangerous.
"I wanna see what else those pretty hands can do."
