Itty-Bitty-Imps

Pt 1: Blitzø and Stolas

Obvious one first! A horse!

A wherewolf

Deadpool

Foxy -Fnaf

Stolas!

He would dress up as stolas for fun lol

Stolas:

Vampire (obvious)

Jack skellington

Plague doctor

Witch/Wizard

Who else do you want to see?

What Would Blitzø and Stolas dress as for haloween?

Summery: Things get harder when Moxxie's regression becomes completely out of his control. He seeks out the only person who might be able to understand.

⚠️Disclaimer really quick. This is very fictionalized. Obviously you can't hypnotize someone to regress and not regress at will, so his symptoms aren't really how regression works either. It's more just a symbolic and dramatic way to talk about age regression in a way that's also entertaining. I probably don't have to say that. But some people have read my books and don't know about age regression.

It's real, it's just not exactly how I portray it in this specific book. Some of it is realistic as in involuntary regression and emotional distress but hypnosis doesn't work that way.

Okay thank you.

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"These clouds they won't go away

Everyday is like another storm, yeah

I'm just trying not to go insane

Yeah, in the city shining so bright

So many dark nights, so many dark days

But every time I feel the paranoia

I close my eyes and I pray..." -Better days, oneRepublic

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~~~Moxxie:~~~~

The next few days were extremely stressful for both Millie and Moxxie.

Moxxie's regression is far out of their own control. Almost every time he's upset or overly tired or even for no apparent reason, he'll slip.

Millie kept track of Moxxie's regression and wrote everything down in a notebook that he had full access to,

When it happened,

How long he was regressed for,

Possible triggers to be aware of.

That sort of thing.

Which he greatly appreciated. It's good to know what possibly triggers his regression and how much time he missed but…

It told him nothing about his behaviors when he's small, which was what he was most curious about.

Moxxie used to ask Chaz and Crimson about how he would act or what happened when he's little, and he always got vague or no responses.

It drove him mad to not know what he did or what happened to him. Did he upset his father? Did he do something he might regret later?

Did they hurt him?

Moxxie wasn't sure how to react or what to do now because upon asking Millie, every question he asked was responded with some statement about how everything was fine and that he shouldn't worry so much about it-

But it only made him worry more.

He may never actually know what he's like when he regresses… it's disappointing and…scary.

At least Moxxie didn't regress during work, not that it would be a big deal because he was benched for the time being until they could get his regression… ‘under control’ as Blitzø said.

He's had plenty of paperwork and scheduling to keep himself busy but…

Not going with Millie and Blitzø just made him feel like a liability.

Why do they even keep him around if he can't do what he was hired for?

Well…He won't always be a liability. He's decided that much.

He'll figure this out.

But for now…he can at least do what he can to help the missing littles.

He tracked down a hellhound that his father sold to a sinner. They were only ten minutes away.

“Where are you going?” Loona asks.

“Where do you think I'm going?” Moxxie asks.

Loona doesn't move her head, eyes still glued to her phone screen. But her voice implies she's a little worried about him when she says: “Just- make sure your location is on in case we need to track you down or something."

“It's on.” Moxxie says deadpan.

He knows better though…

Loona doesn't care.

~~~Millie and Blitzø:~~~~

“I just don't understand what I'm doing wrong! It's like little Moxxie doesn't like me at all!” Millie says. "He just hisses at me and hides away!"

Blitzø rolls his eyes, she's been complaining about Moxxie for weeks now. Ever since Moxxie started regressing he's had to hear about how hard it is for Millie to deal with.

Which annoys him but also makes him wonder if he's ever been too much for Stolas to handle.

“Mills, why don't you just talk to someone? Aren't there support groups for caregivers online or some shit?” Blitzø suggests.

“I've tried, but all they tell me to do is be patient. That's not exactly easy!” Millie says.

Blitzø spots their target. “Shut up.” Blitzø says.

Millie sighs and waits for Blitzø to shoot the guy they're after. She honestly can't find the enthusiasm for work she normally has, she's just…worried she's messing everything up.

~~~Millie: not so distant past~~~

Millie started to talk to a therapist specifically for caregivers about a week ago.

“How does Moxxie act when he's little?” The therapist had asked.

“He just…hides and cries, and sometimes he tells me he wants his daddy - if he talks at all.” Millie explains. “I don't know why he would want Crimson. The guy was awful and abusive towards him! He was the worst!”

Her therapist adjusts her glasses. “Millie, little Moxxie has only known Crimson as his caregiver.” She says. “You need to validate his feelings.”

“But his feelings aren't valid, Crimson was a monster who abused him!”

“His feelings are valid.” She says. “He has every right to be upset right now.”

“But, he doesn't understand-”

“Exactly, he doesn't understand.” Her therapist says. “So, to help him process these feelings, offer support and comfort him, don't tell him how to feel.”

Millie sighs and covers her eyes. “That man was abusive. He kidnapped Moxxie, hit him, forced him to regress, and forced him to marry someone he didn't love!”

Her therapist nods. “That sounds awful.”

“Yeah…so, why doesn't Moxxie understand that when he's regressed?” She asks.

“How did it make you feel when you learned he was doing that to Moxxie?”

“Huh? I…I don't know…angry?” Millie suggests. She crosses her arms and looks away, then decides. “Real angry.”

Her therapist nods and smiles. “Great, now we're getting somewhere. Let's unpack those feelings a bit more. Alright?”

“We're talking about Moxxie-”

“How can you help Moxxie with his grief, if you won't even deal with your anger?” She asks.

Millie looks at her lap.

“Here,” She takes a pad and pencil and hands it to Millie. “Write down all your thoughts and feelings about Crimson. We'll start there.”

Millie takes the notepad and starts writing.

She's willing to try anything at this point.

~~~Present:~~~

She can't just let go of that anger, and she doesn't know how to talk to Moxxie about it either.

Big Moxxie gets panic attacks thinking about Crimson, and little Moxxie idolizes him.

Who else was she supposed to talk to? And how is she supposed to help Moxxie if he won't let her get close?

The guy is shot, and so Millie and Moxxie dispose of the body.

“Blitzø?” Millie asks.

“Yeah?”

“Am I messing everything up?” She asks.

Blitzø stops and looks at her. “No, Mills.” He sighs. “Stolas and I had an adjustment period too.”

“Really?” Millie asks.

“I won't go into detail but…I didn't really trust Stolas in the beginning, but he was patient and…he's always patient. And maybe it's possible that I sort of trust him now.” Blitzø explains. “And I'm sure Moxxie will trust you too just...give it some time."

“Thanks Blitzø.” Millie smiles. “I could tell that was really hard for you.”

“Just shut up and help me get rid of this body.” Blitzø says.

~~~Millie and Moxxie:~~~

At the end of the day Millie and Moxxie headed home, both feeling absolutely exhausted from the days events.

Moxxie had to kill three guys and just saved the one hellhound.

And Millie and Blitzø killed like- six people in one day, which was a lot, but their clients have been waiting weeks for someone to kill their most hated.

Millie blames Crimson for them being so behind.

“So, what would you like for dinner?” Millie asks. “I could make burgers or somethin.”

“I got dinner.” Moxxie says. “You worked hard today.”

“So did you.” Millie says. “Besides, you look tired.” Millie says, moving some hair away from his face.

“I'm not that tired.” Moxxie lies. “I didn't even leave the building.”

“Okay…but if you feel little at all, you'll tell me right?” Millie asks.

Moxxie sighs. “Millie, I can handle dinner. It's not a big deal.”

“That doesn't answer my question.” Millie says, taking his hand before he can move to the kitchen.

“Millie, I can take care of it. I'm fine!” He snaps, pulling his hand away from her.

“Okay…I'm sorry.” She says, taking a step back, her hands raised in surrender.

For a split moment…He was almost scared of himself. “No- I'm sorry.” Moxxie retracts. “I-uh…I'm just a bit overwhelmed.”

“What about?” Millie asks.

Moxxie crosses his arms and looks away from her.

“Mox?”

“Why don't you just tell me how I act when I regress?” Moxxie asks. “I've asked you a million times now and I've never gotten a straight answer.”

Millie crosses her arms now, too, and she looks a bit upset…or maybe confused. Moxxie isn't sure which. “I don't really want to talk about it.”

“Why not?”

“It's personal.” Millie says.

“Personal? If it's personal to anyone, it's personal to me! It's my body and mind I'm asking about!” Moxxie says.

Millie sighs. “It's…well, it's hard to explain.” She says. “I'm still trying to figure it out myself, I can't give you a clear answer.”

“My dad used to do that all the time.” Moxxie admits. “Anytime I'd ask him for context, he'd refuse to tell me anything, and it… it scares me.”

Millie tilts her head. “Does it?”

“I just want to know something…please?” Moxxie asks.

Millie sighs again. “The truth is… you mostly hide from me.” Millie explains. “And when you don't, you're just quiet. You just stand or sit somewhere and stare at me. You don't even answer me when I talk to you…like you don't trust me.”

Moxxie blinks.

He wasn't really expecting that…but he's not entirely sure what he was expecting.

“I wasn't sure how to explain it I guess.” Millie frowns “I also- I'm worried. I might be doing something wrong…that maybe you'll think that I'm not a good caregiver.”

Moxxie takes her hands. “Millie I- I'm so sorry. I…” Moxxie looks away from her.

So…it's been hard for her…he is causing her stress.

“It's okay.” Millie tells him. “We'll figure this out. We always do. Right?”

Moxxie nods. “Yeah…s-sure.” Moxxie bites his tongue and releases her hands. “I uh- I need to step out for a bit.” Moxxie says.

“What?”

“I'll be back, I just…need some space.” He walks out the door, his hands shaking and tears threatening to pour out of his eyes-

He can't do this! It's too much! He's a burden on Millie-

What he promised he'd never be!

The situation is completely out of control, and he doesn't know who he can turn to…

Everything is fucked up…and it's all his fault.

~~~Blitzø & Moxxie:~~~

Blitzø was beat after today and was ready to just relax and enjoy some quiet TV and ramen time!

He added some vegetables and left over meat to it. Good way to get rid of leftovers...it was okay he supposed but nothing he'd eat if he wasn't so tired.

Loona was spending the night with her friend Esme; Actually…Loona's been spending more and more time with her friends, Blitzø should be happy about that but…it kinda felt lonely at home when she wasn't around.

The second he sat down to enjoy his mediocre meal, there was a knock at the door.

Blitzø wasn't expecting anyone, but maybe Loona forgot her key? He gets up and answers the door. Turns out it's one of the last people that he'd expect. “Moxxie?”

“I'm done! I'm sick of how this is going! I don't feel safe, I feel out of control! Millie is stressed, and I don't know what to do! Everything fucking sucks and I just want things to go back to the way they were!”

“I'm gonna need more info, drama queen.” Blitzø tells him, as if he doesn't already know the gist of it from Millie.

“I’m not going to regress anymore, I’m not good at it!” Moxxie says.

Blitzø rolls his eyes. “Mox, no one is good at regressing. It's more of a mindset you can't control."

“Well, I will because I can’t do this anymore! Every time I try I just stress her out, and I don’t get any better anyway! She can't talk to me about it without doubting herself and getting overwhelmed, and I'm overwhelmed because I can’t help but feel like I’m failing at the most basic thing possible and ruining everything!” He says, he moves over to the couch and sits down, hands covering his eyes as if he'd disappear if he did it long enough.

Blitzø looks at him, confused for a moment… Then he remembers how it was like when Stolas started taking care of him…it was the furthest from the easiest thing he could think of. But what could he do if Millie didn't want to take his advice and talk to Stolas?

M&M had to figure this out on their own, and they will. They're basically the OTP. There's nothing in this world they can't handle.

But…

Blitzø looks at Moxxie… he hasn't seen him look this hopeless since he first moved here.

Maybe Blitzø can't help him, but he could at least attempt to calm him down for now.

He turns the big light off to turn on the small lamp next to the couch instead.

He sits down next to Moxxie and pulls out some coloring books from underneath the sofa. “I have ponies, paw patrol, Cats, and Bluey, take your pick.” He says.

Moxxie hesitates. “Blitzø, I don’t want to regress right now.” He says. “Regressing is the worst thing to ever happen to me, it’s what started this mess!” He complains.

“So don’t regress. We’re just coloring.” Blitzø says. “Or are you one of those people who thinks adults shouldn’t color?” Blitzø asked.

Moxxie shakes his head and decides to take the cat coloring book. He doesn’t want to offend Blitzø right now. He's the only one left to talk to after all... Moxxie only realizes now how little friends he has.

Blitzø had a horse coloring book next to the others that he didn’t even offer Moxxie. Stolas said it was okay to keep special things to himself so long as he prioritized them and shared his other toys with his friends.

His tail swishes happily, he thinks Stolas would be proud of him for sharing with Moxxie.

He grabbed the crayons from the end table and set it on the coffee table for him and Moxxie to use.

“What’s this for, Blitzø?” Moxxie asks. “Why are we coloring?”

Blitzø shrugs. “It’s relaxing, and it’s something you can control right now. Just go with it.” He says.

Moxxie does, he liked that Blitzø wasn’t yelling at him for being stupid, or even comforting him for that matter… he was just being normal…weird..but normal. And that was comforting after the way everyone else has been acting lately.

And honestly…this was sort of relaxing.

It was nice, but it was quiet, too, which made it a bit awkward.

Moxxie has never been used to the quiet. Life was always chaos for him.

“Would it be alright with you if I put something on?” Blitzø asks, probably sensing the awkwardness but not acknowledging it.

Thank goodness. “Yeah. That’s fine.” He says before turning back to his coloring page.

Blitzø was right, coloring was kinda relaxing. The cat he’s coloring is a tuxedo, Moxxie really likes those. It reminded him of Mr. Mistoffelees from the musical cats. He always liked tuxedo cats. They always seemed so fancy compared to almost any non-gelical cat.

This was actually really nice, maybe he should get his own coloring books for home. Maybe an actual adult one with colored pencils. Kid ones are too easy, and crayons don't work very well.

Suddenly, he hears cheerful music coming from a bright blue light that illuminates the room. He turns his head to look up at the tv screen to see four cartoon dogs dancing.

“Mum!” The dog characters sang.

“Dad!” Was next.

What were they doing? Dancing then pointing at each member of their household? That's strange. Who does that?

“Bingo!”

Mkay…cliché dog name.

More music.

“Bluey!”

Ohh, Bluey! That’s what Blitzø put on. He’s heard of Bluey. No one would ever stop talking about it online. Something about cheeky dogs from earth teaching adults life lessons and pulling on kids heartstrings…

That’s probably reversed.

But why did Blitzø put this on? Wasn’t it a kids' show?

Well, Blitzø watched kids shows all the time. That pony show, that horse show, that other pony show…

But not Moxxie, he's far too refined to enjoy such-

Wait…

Was Blitzø regressed?

Blitzø’s eyes were bright and full of life in a way Moxxie has never seen before. He was…happy.

He was smiling and just enjoying the moment.

There was no stress, no fear over what others thought, or about bills or the fucking horrible world they were forced to live in.

Why couldn’t Moxxie be like that, for once? He was never so happy or calm…he wants to be, but he can’t be.

Though the second the show is on, it was like Moxxie was completely lured into it. The art was beautiful and the music was peaceful, Bluey herself was funny and bright and creative.

He especially related to bingo who was very good and very small. Sensitive but also very smart.

As the episodes played and Moxxie got more and more coloring done, he felt himself relax. Something inside just felt calm yet happy at the same time.

Blitzø tried his best to stay big, even though it was hard. He kept looking at Moxxie to make sure he was okay and not panicking.

He wasn’t sure if this was the right thing to do. He just wanted Moxxie to calm down.

And this is how Blitzø calmed down so… it was worth a shot-

“Can she do it?” Moxxie asks suddenly.

“What?” Blitzø asks.

“Can boo’ey stopt da wa’er?” Moxxie asks, referring to the episode they’re watching ‘Rain’ where Bluey is trying to build a dam in her front yard.

"I don’t know, Mox.” Blitzø lies, he’s seen the episode before. “But, let's find out.” He says.

Blitzø was honestly not expecting Moxxie to regress. He’s not really sure what he expected. Maybe just that Moxxie would see the appeal and give it another chance?

But now, he’s not really sure what to do, he hasn’t watched a little one alone since he and Fizz were teenagers.

Blitzø texts Millie and lets her know where Moxxie is and that he may not be home tonight since he's small.

Then he relaxes and sits closer to Moxxie, who is infatuated with the show.

Little Moxxie giggles and points at the screen. “She did it! She did it! Her mom help her!”

Blitzø nods. “Yep, they did it.”

Little Moxxie gasps. “A wainbow!”

“Yeah, pretty cool, huh?”

“Two!” Moxxie shouts, holding two fingers up.

Blitzø laughs. “Yeah, double rainbow, very pretty.” He says.

“Did B'ooey make da wainbow happen?” Moxxie asks.

“Uh- sure.” Blitzø says. "Why not?"

“Her and her mom? Together?” Moxxie asks.

“Yeah.”

“They wok together?” Moxxie asks.

Blitzø smiles. “Yeah.”

Moxxie looks at Blitzø and then down at the table. He picks up the picture he colored. “Issa cat!”

“It's a nice cat, Mox.” Blitzø says, not sure what response Moxxie was looking for.

“We color another one?” Moxxie asks.

Blitzø smiles and places the coloring book back down on the table. “Sure, buddy. Which one would you like to color?"

~~~Later: Stolas and Blitzø~~~

Blitzø grabbed his phone, happily kicking his feet.

“Hello?”

“Stowes! Stowes! I did good today!” Blitzø brags.

“Blitzy?” Stolas asks with a yawn. “Why are you awake? It’s very late.”

“Moxxie is here, n’ he was sad, so I take-d good care of him, and I stayed big before he felded sleep.” He says.

“Oh, well that was nice of you.” Stolas tells him.

“Den he was little, but I still took care of him.” Blitzø says.

“Moxxie was little?” Stolas asks. “I didn't know he was a regressor.”

“Yeah, but don’t tell anybody. It’s a secret.” Blitzø whispers.

Stolas held back a laugh. “Alright, I won’t tell anyone.”

“Moxxie and Millie did fight, but I helpded!” Blitzø says.

“They had a fight?”

“Well, Moxxie doesn't like being small, and Millie sad about him being small.” Blitzø explains. “But I help. Did I do good, Stowes?” Blitzø asks.

“You did splendid, darling. I’m very proud of you.” Stolas says.

“Thanks.” Blitzø smiles very bright.

“But you should get some sleep now, my dear. It’s very late and you have work tomorrow.” Stolas says.

“Mkay. Bu’ I can just say no work since I’m da boss.” Blitzø says. “Don't need to work.”

“Yes, but then how would you afford to buy more toys?” Stolas asks.

“Uhm…I know! You can get them, you have all the moneys!” Blitzø says.

Stolas laughs that time. “Not a bad plan, but either way, you still need to get some sleep. You'll need your energy for our playdate with Fizz this week, right?”

“Mkay, I sleep.” Blitzø mumbles.

“Good job, darling. Goodnight.” Stolas says.

“Night, love you.”

Stolas smiles…when did Blitzø start saying that? “I love you too, dear.”

Stolas hums and makes a note for himself tomorrow.

It sounds as if Millie and Moxxie could use some help.

Perhaps he'll call Millie tomorrow and make sure everything's alright.

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"Oh, I know that there'll be better days

Oh, that sunshine bout to come my way

May we never ever shed another tear for today

Cause oh, I know that there'll be better days." -Better days, Onerepublic.

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Possum: Sorry it took so long to update! I hope the chapter was okay

Summary:Stolas has to attend some meeting with his father and leaves Blitzø with Asmodeus.Notes:Tw: Bratty behavior, diapers mentioned, biting, attempted scratching, hissing, feeling neglected, jealousy, hiding, feeling scared, and feeling overwhelmed. Lmk if I should add.Takes place sometime before father knows best? Idk lol.

Playdates have become a normal phenomenon for Blitzø and Fizz. The original plan was to visit every month or every other week. But lately they’ve been hanging out every week due to the littles begging their caregivers for a playdate. 

Fizz tends to regress on Monday and Tuesday since he was exhausted from the weekend when he performs at Ozzie’s.

Blitzø used to regress on the weekend until they changed it to Sunday-Monday so he can play with Fizz. 

Every Sunday Blitzø would ask Stolas when they were going to see Fizzarolli. Seeing Fizz is something he looked forward to every week.

Stolas loved to see how much Blitzø has improved; Going from being anxious about going to Asmodeus’s place, to being extremely excited about it and discussing almost nothing else.

Every week he’d ask: “When are we gonna see Fizz?”

And Stolas would simply answer: “Tomorrow.”

It was like clockwork.

But, Stolas had a meeting to attend this Monday, one that he couldn't miss. 

With Blitzø’s regression, it was an adjustment in figuring out when Stolas had time to do his job; normally he could get it all done on Saturday before Blitzø came over, but there was no way to reschedule or miss this meeting. It was surely to be a bore and he'd much rather spend his time watching paint dry, but alas. He had this responsibility and needed to take it seriously.

Blitzø was happily playing with his horse figurines on the floor while Stolas was reading on the couch. It was rare when they got to have quiet moments like this, it was rather nice.

But the moment was over as quickly as it started when suddenly the little one crawled over to Stolas and peaked his head between the book and the owl: “When are we gonna see Fizz, Stolas?” Blitzø asks. 

Full sentences; this must mean Blitzø is around 4 or 5 at the moment. This surprised Stolas since he's usually not so calm when he's this old, his calmer side is usually when he's really small. 

Stolas set the book aside to pick up Blitzø and set him on his lap. “Well, I’m afraid we may not get to see Fizz this week, fireworm. I have some work to do tomorrow.” Stolas says.

“Aww! No fair! We can’t even see him for a little bit?” Blitzø asked.

“Well…I suppose we could. But we would need to leave by 3:00 and make sure you are big by then, otherwise I’ll have to get you a babysitter.”

Blitzø thinks about it. “A babysitter?”

“Yes, I could ask Asmodeus to watch you, or I could call Loona like last time. Does that sound okay?” Stolas asks.

“Yeah!” Blitzø says. “I just want to see Fizz!” He says.

“Then we will see Fizz tomorrow.” Stolas says.

“Ugh! Why is it always tomorrow?!” Blitzø complains.

Stolas chuckles and pets Blitzø's head. “Yes, I know it’s hard to wait, Spirit. But, tomorrow will be here before you know it.” He says.

“Mkay.” Blitzø says. “Can you play horses with me?” He asks. 

“Of course, darling.” Stolas says. He completely abandons his book. 

Spending time with Blitzø was far more interesting anyway.

~~~Tomorrow morning~~~

That morning Blitzø was big again, which was a relief to Stolas. 

They said their good mornings and the two of them got themselves ready for the day. 

Before Blitzø got dressed however, Stolas took his hand. “Wait, before you regress again, I want to ask you something.” Stolas says. 

“Okay?” Blitzø stayed where he was. “What's up?”

Stolas gestured to the bed, so the two of them sat down. “Do you remember when I told you I have a meeting today at three?” Stolas asks. 

Blitzø thinks about it, and he nods. “Yeah.”

“Good. I did suggest maybe letting Asmodeus watch you. But you have said before that you didn't want to be left with him.” Stolas explains. “I want to make sure I know how you feel about it before suggesting it again.” 

“It’s fine.”  Blitzø says, shrugging. “We're not friends exactly but I'm not uncomfortable with the idea.” Blitzø says. “He's…fine.” 

“Are you saying that Blitzø Buckzo actually trusts someone?” Stolas teases him. 

“I said I wasn't uncomfortable, it is not the same thing!” Blitzø says defensively. “It's only a couple hours at most right?”

“Right.” 

“Then it's fine.” Blitzø says.

“So, Asmodeus could never be your caregiver?” Stolas asks.

Blitzø thought it was a weird question but he decided to answer. “Obviously not.” 

“Because you don't trust him?”  Stolas clarifies. 

“Right.” Blitzø confirms. 

“So, does that mean you trust me, Blitzy?” Stolas teased more.  

Blitzø blushed and scoffed, pushing Stolas away for embarrassing him. “Shut up you fucking dinosaur.” 

Stolas chuckles. “I'm only teasing, Darling.” He says. 

Blitzø rolls his eyes, he actually doesn't mind Stolas teasing him though. But he'd never actually admit it. 

“You sure you’ll be okay if Asmodeus has to watch you?” Stolas asks.

Blitzø nods. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. As long as it's okay with him, if he thinks he can handle it.” 

“And if he can't?” Stolas asks. 

“Call Loona?” Blitzø suggests. “She's been really good at pulling me out of my headspace lately.” 

“Sounds like a good plan to me.” Stolas says happily. “Hey, how come I can't get you out of your headspace so easily?” He asks.

“Because you're my caregiver, when you watch me it makes my little self want to stick around.” Blitzø explains. 

“Because you trust me!”~ Stolas teased, poking Blitzø's side. 

“I will bite you!” Blitzø threatens. 

Stolas hoots with laughter. “I'm sorry, you're just so fun to mess with.” Stolas says. 

“Yeah, yeah.” Blitzø mumbles. “I’m still going to bite you.”

Stolas just laughs as Blitzø gets off the bed. “Without a doubt, you bratty little imp.” He teases, then boops the center of the imps face.

~~~Later:~~~

They show up at Ozzie's at 10:00 as always.

Fizz and Blitzø played in the playroom and Stolas and Ozzie conversed as usual.

When 3:00 was near, Blitzø and Fizz were deeply regressed. Fizz and Blitzø were both 3. (Apparently having Blitzø around has made Fizz more comfortable and he’s been regressing to younger ages recently. It’s amazing how littles work.)

“Asmodeus, I have somewhere very important to be at the moment. If Blitzø is okay with it, do you think you can watch him for a bit? A couple hours at the most?” Stolas asks. He wants to check with little Blitzø again, just in case. 

Asmodeus nods. “Yeah, don’t worry about it, I can keep an eye on him.” He says.

“Are you sure? He can be a little…”

“No, Blitzø! No eats the table!” They hear Fizz jokingly yell as he laughs hysterically. “Nawww!!!”

“Spirited.” Stolas finished saying.

Asmodeus laughs. “Relax, Stolas. They’re only playing now, what could possibly go wrong?” 

Stolas wonders. “Thank you, Asmodeus. If he’s any trouble, just give me a call and I will handle everything.”

“It'll be fine.” Ozzie says.

“If he’s being bratty or acts up, give him a warning first, but it’s alright if you have to put him in a time out for a few minutes. He loves chocolate milk with hot sauce in it, it’s a good reward or bribe if you need it, also he has everything he needs in my bag. Chew toys, snacks, videos, coloring books-“

“I know how to take care of littles, Stolas.” Asmodeus says annoyed. “I take care of Fizz 24/7 in case you forgot.”

“Ah, but you know how to take care of Fizz. Blitzø is different.” Stolas argues. 

“Trust me, I know that, but I’ve observed you when taking care of him. Just relax, I promise I can handle the gremlin.” Asmodeus says.

Stolas nods. “Alright, just let me tell Blitzø what’s going on.” He says, walking over to the little imps. 

Asmodeus nods. Then picks up his magazine again.

“Blitzy, can you come here, please?” Stolas asks him.

Blitzø stands up and walks over to Stolas. “I in trouble?” He asks.

Stolas smiles and shakes his head. “No, darling. Of course not. I just wanted to talk. Do you remember when I told you I had work to do at 3:00?”

Blitzø sticks two of his fingers in his mouth anxiously as he nods.

Stolas removes Blitzø's fingers from his mouth. “None of that, Blitzy. You'll get sick.” He clips a pacifier clip on Blitzø's shirt. 

Blitzø whines. He just wants to go back to playing with Fizz! He looks away from Stolas and over to Fizz who was with Ozzie. 

“Blitzø, listen please? You have some options. Asmodeus says it’s fine if I leave you here, but I can call Loona if you’d feel more comfortable with her.” Stolas says.

Blitzø shrugs. “Mkay.”

“You need to pick, Blitzy. Loona or Asmodeus?” Stolas asks.

“I want to stay here wif Fizz.” Blitzø says.

“So, you want to stay with Ozzie?” He asks clarifying. 

Blitzø nods. 

Stolas nods back. “Okay then. I want you on your best behavior then, alright? That means No biting, no bratting out, no climbing on things, no eating the furniture, no cursing, no throwing things, no throwing tantrums. I need you to listen to Asmodeus.” 

“Mkay, Stowas.” Blitzø says.

“What did I say?” Stolas asks him.

“Be good an wisten to Ozzie.” Blitzø repeats.

“That’s my blitzy.” Stolas says, hugging the imp tightly and giving him a quick kiss. “I will miss you so much, darling. I know you’ll be very good for me.”

“Bye, Stowas.” Blitzø says.

“I'll be back soon, I promise.” Stolas says to Blitzø. He stands up and faces Asmodeus again. “Alright, I’ll be back as soon as possible, call me if there’s any problems at all.” 

“Will do, Stolas.” Asmodeus says. “Have fun.”

“Not likely.” Stolas mumbles as he walks through a portal to his very boring destination.

~~~Later:~~~

Blitzø and Fizz were having fun and playing as usual, things were pretty calm and they were having a great time!

Blitzø missed Stolas and every now and then he would look at the door, hoping he'd be back soon! It was taking him forever to come back! But at least he had Fizz to keep him company until then…

But then…Fizzarolli regressed younger, now being only 2 years old.

He's never been that young before, so he really just wanted Ozzie to hold him and protect him. He was scared and didn't understand why it happened. He just cried into Asmodeus's shoulder. 

“Shh, Fizzy. It's okay.” He whispered to the crying imp. “Everything's okay.” He gave Fizz a pacifier and rocked him back and forth slowly. 

So, Ozzie took care of Fizz, he carried him everywhere and never left his side, while Blitzø was practically left alone to do nothing! 

Blitzø was starting to get really bored…and then really lonely! He missed Stolas! He wanted Stolas to come back so he could have some attention! 

Asmodeus was too busy taking care of Fizz to notice Blitzø at all. And Blitzø felt like he was invisible. The feeling was far too familiar to just ignore.

“Daddy?” Fizz whines. “M'sowy.” He says, crying and feeling guilty for being so little. 

Blitzø rolls his eyes, two isn't even that little! At least he didn't have to wear diapers. Was Blitzø too little for Stolas to handle? Is that a thing? 

“I love you so much, Fizz.” Asmodeus says. “No matter how little you are. You're never too little for me, baby.”

“Yeah?” Fizz asks.

“Of course. Besides, you're always such a good little. So well behaved, not bratty at all. You being a little younger just gives me an excuse to baby you some more.” Asmodeus teases, tickling little Fizz who giggles adorably.

Blitzø whines, where’s Stolas?! He should be here by now. 

What if he left him for good? What if he was too much for him? What if Stolas is never ever coming back? What if he found a better little to take care of? One that wasn't too much work? Who was never bratty? 

He probably did, that's why Stolas was gone, he doesn't want to come back…

Blitzø wanted to cry, but he didn’t want to upset Fizz or Asmodeus. 

“Blitzø?”

Blitzø looks up at Ozzie who was holding Fizzarolli in his arms. “Are you doing okay, little one?” 

Blitzø nods, he doesn’t know how to tell Ozzie that he felt alone. It wasn't Ozzie's problem. 

He's just gonna have to figure this out by himself.

Asmodeus looked like he didn't fully believe him, but didn't know what else he could do. “Alright, if you need anything just let me know, okay?” He asks.

Blitzø nods, not taking the offer seriously as Asmodeus returns his attention back to Fizz. 

Maybe a snack will help him feel better? Sometimes when he's upset Stolas will give him a cookie and it helps! 

And since Stolas abandoned him and Asmodeus was too busy, he just walked into the kitchen and hopped on the counter to help himself to the cookie jar Ozzie had.

“Blitzø?” He must have made more noise than he thought because Asmodeus walked into the kitchen, still holding Fizzarolli in his arms. “What are you doing?” He asks. 

Blitzø tried to get the jar opened, but it was impossible! He was so frustrated he didn't know what to do! But he was determined! He wasn't going to ask for help.

“Blitzø, get off the counter, please?” Asmodeus asks.

“No!” Blitzø answers, taking the jar and hitting it against the counter to try and open it. 

Asmodeus took the jar, using magic to move it away from Blitzø's reach. “Blitzø, if you wanted a cookie, you could have just asked me. But since you decided to be a brat instead, you can forget it.” Asmodeus says. 

Blitzø didn't want to talk to Ozzie! He wanted Stolas! Blitzø whines, it's so unfair! Why did Stolas leave him? 

“Blitzø,” Asmodeus said in a low register as he approached the imp. “Stolas packed some snacks for you, how about you get down and we can see what he has?” He suggests. 

“No!” Blitzø says.

“Blitzø…” Asmodeus warns.

Blitzø glared at Asmodeus and hissed at him loudly, attempting to scratch him with his hands.

“Blitzø, this behavior is not acceptable.” Asmodeus warns. “If this continues, you'll be getting a time out. And I know you don't want that.”

Blitzø growled as Ozzie who tried to reach for the imp to get him off the counter, the little one bit Asmodeus's hand hard.

 “Son of a- Blitzø!” Asmodeus scolded loudly, he lost his concentration and the jar fell on the floor making a loud “CRASH” sound. 

The loud noise startles little Fizz, and he starts crying hysterically against Asmodeus.

“Shh, Fizz. It's okay.” Asmodeus whispers to Fizzarolli to try and calm him down. 

Blitzø hissed again and ran away fast on all fours, he was too fast for Ozzie to catch up, especially while also holding a distressed Fizz. 

It was honestly for the best. Asmodeus didn't want to try and deal with Blitzø while feeling as riled up as he does. He didn't mean to scare Blitzø or yell at him like that, and he definitely doesn't want to mess up more by doing it again.

Stolas suddenly arrived back through the portal. “I'm back! How did it…go?” Stolas looked at Asmodeus who was holding a crying Fizz, the rooster had a look that clearly said it didn't go well. “Asmodeus, what happened?” Stolas asks.

“Blitzø was acting up.” Ozzie says. “He hissed at me after I told him he couldn’t have a cookie, then he bit me, ran off, and hid somewhere.” He explains. 

Stolas sighs. “Oh. I am so very sorry, Asmodeus. I will talk to him. Do you know where he is?” Stolas asks.

Asmodeus awkwardly ran a hand through his feathers. “He ran upstairs, I was just about to look for him after I calmed Fizz down and cleaned this up.” Ozzie says, gesturing to the ceramic pieces on the floor that was once a jar.

Stolas nods. “I see, don't worry, Asmodeus. I will find him.” He says.

“Stolas?”

Stolas looks at Asmodeus.

“This was on me. I messed up big time. I yelled at him, didn't mean to, I just lost it, I thought I could handle this, but I-” 

“I'm sure he's fine. Whatever happened, we'll figure it out.” Stolas promised. 

Asmodeus nods, not seeming less guilty, but at least he was done trying to explain, so Stolas walks up the stairs to find Blitzø.

~~~Asmodeus and Fizz:~~~

“Daddy?” Fizzarolli asks.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Bitz?” Fizz asks. 

“Blitzø will be okay, froggie. Stolas will take care of him.” Asmodeus promised. 

“Loud.” Fizz complains. 

“I know, baby. Daddy's sorry.” He says, rubbing Fizz's cheek. 

Fizzarolli nods slowly then snuggles up with Asmodeus closer. 

“How are you feeling?” Asmodeus asks.

“Mmgh, ‘ittle.” Fizz whines. “Too ‘itlle.”

Asmodeus kisses Fizz's head. “It'll be okay, froggie. Just relax. I won't let anything bad happen to you, I promise.” 

Fizzarolli smiles. “Wov you.”

“I love you too, Fizzy.” 

~~~Stolas and Blitzø:~~~

Stolas knew Blitzø pretty well, and his favorite places to hide were in closets, under beds, and in bathtubs.

Anywhere he can be cozy and feel safe, that’s where Blitzø had to be.

He searched six different rooms and he hadn’t found him yet. He could tell Blitzø didn’t want to be found, otherwise he’d pick the closest room…

Which means he’s either hurt or scared.

It took searching a few more rooms until he finally found Blitzø in a closet as expected, hidden under a blanket he had found.

“Blitzø…” Stolas crosses his arms.

“Stowes!” Blitzø shouted, happy to see Stolas was back at last!

“Blitzy. What did you do?” Stolas asks sternly, ready to scold and lecture the little one.

Blitzø dries his tears when he sees Stolas, the imp was quite obviously upset about something.

Stolas uncrosses his arms and looks at the imp with concern. “Blitzy-“

Blitzø climbs up Stolas, and hugs his neck tightly.

Stolas supports the young one. “What is it, Blitzy? What’s wrong?” He asks.

“Wan’ ed’ up.” Blitzø says.

Stolas can’t help it, a chuckle escapes him. “I can see that, darling. But why is Asmodeus saying you acted up today? What happened?”

Blitzø saddens more. “You wef me.” He mumbles. 

Stolas smiles sympathetically. “Darling, I told you I’d come back. You knew I wasn’t going away forever. I need you to tell me what happened with Asmodeus.”

“I bi’ed hims.” Blitzø mumbles.

“You bit him.” Stolas nods. “Why did you bite him? We’ve discussed this countless times, Blitzy. You know biting is never okay. I told you very specifically not to bite Ozzie today. Didn't I?” He asks.

Blitzø tears up and nuzzled into Stolas’s feathers.. “Bu’ Fizz..”

“Fizz?” Stolas asks.

“Ozzie wovs Fizz, you wov Fizz.” Blitzø starts to say, tears start pouring out of him suddenly.

Stolas tilts his head, what could he possibly mean by that?

“He da cute one, he da be’ah one den me!” He says.

“No, Blitzy. He is not better than you are, do you understand me?” Stolas asks.

Blitzø shakes his head. “No, you wike Fizz.” Blitzø argues.

“I do like Fizzarolli.” Stolas admits. “But I adore you! You’re one of my most favorite people in the whole world, darling. Don't you know that?”

“No.” Blitzø says. 

“Well, Blitzy. You are. You’re my special little one and I love you so much.” He says.

“No wov.” Blitzø whines. “No fo’ me.”

“Why do you say that, Blitzø?” Stolas asks.

“Da’ee saids. Fizz the best one. He wiked Fizz bet’ah, I twy, bu’ I no good, he da good one only!”

“Well, I don’t care what your father thinks, said, or did. Because I think you’re amazing just the way you are.” Stolas says.

“Why?” Blitzø asks.

“Well, because you are. You’re funny, adorable, you’re very clever, talented, so strong, you’re sweet when you want to be, and you care the most even whilst pretending you don’t care at all.” Stolas says. “I’ve seen the best parts of you, darling. And I adore who you are.”

“Bu’ Fizz do’s fips an…he good when I da bwat.”

“Fizz is Fizz. I don’t wish for you to behave like him. Be Blitzø only, I need you.” Stolas says, cupping his face gently in his hands. “I don’t want two Fizzarolli’s, I want my Blitzy. I need him.”

“Bu’ I bwat. Ozzie saids.” Blitzø says.

“Asmodeus said that?” Stolas asks.

Blitzø nods, as tears continue falling down his face. “You fink so too.” 

Stolas held Blitzø close to his chest and rubbed the back of the Imp’s head. “Listen, I don’t care if you are a brat sometimes, My Spirit. You’re only expressing yourself, and there’s nothing wrong with that.” Stolas says. “If you need an outlet, being a little bratty or needy is okay with me. I can handle it…and frankly I find it rather adorable.” Stolas smiles.

“Re’lly?” Blitzø asked.

Stolas nods. “Yup. You’re my itty bitty Blitzy.” Stolas' baby talks to him. “And nothing will ever change that.”

Blitzø hugs Stolas tight and starts to dry his tears, he’s never been told something like that before. 

“But-“

Blitzø whines, he knew what was coming…

“I won’t tolerate you biting Asmodeus, Blitzy. I know you were upset, but that’s not how we handle our big feelings, is it?”

Blitzø shakes his head.

“How do we handle them, Blitzy?”

“Taught’ dem ou’, ow’ ea’ ice cream.” Blitzø says.

‘Talk them out, or eat ice cream. That sounds reasonable.’ Stolas thought. “That’s right, darling. You’re going to sit in time out for a couple minutes, then you’ll apologize to Asmodeus, okay?”

Blitzø whines again and starts rubbing his eyes. He doesn’t want a time out! He’s not bad, he’s good! Stolas said so!

“None of that, you know biting hurts people, why did you bite him?”

Blitzø shrugs.

“Blitzø…”

“I wa’ mads, he wif Fizz an’ you was gone.”

“Were you feeling lonely?” Stolas asks.

Blitzø nods. “I wan’ed to be cluded, bu’ day’ was too busy fo me. So I goted a cookie.”

Stolas nods, understanding Blitzø’s reasoning.

“Den’ Ozzie says no, so’s I gots mads and bited him.” Blitzø finished explaining.

Stolas nods. “I see.”

Blitzø starts crying again. “I didn’ mean ta’ ba’, Stowes. I jus’ wan’ a’ cluded.”

Stolas nods. “I understand, Blitzø. But, you still need to understand that biting is not the solution. If it’s hard to talk, there are other ways to communicate.”

“How?” Blitzø asks.

“Well, we’re currently learning sign language.” Stolas says. “Fizzarolli knows sign language and he can normally help you. But I suppose that’ll take some more time to learn, hm? How about we make you some cards? You can hold them up and tell people exactly what you want without needing to speak?”

“Yeah!” Blitzø agrees.

“Then we’ll make them as soon as we get home.”

“Stowes?” Blitzø asks.

“Yes, darling?”

“I sowy I bite.” Blitzø says.

“I know, dear. It’s alright. Just remember to tell Asmodeus that.”

“Do I has to time out?” Blitzø asks.

Stolas thinks about it for a moment and nods. “Yes, I’m afraid so. But I’ll tell you what. I’ll sit with you and we can have a quiet time out together to think this over, okay?”

Blitzø nods. “Mtay.”

Stolas walked over to the bed and sat with Blitzø for a few minutes.

“Stowes?” Blitzø asks.

“Yes, darling?”

“Wha’ ifs, you fin’ed da goodest wittle who cute an’ bedda’ den me?” Blitzø asks.

“Well, that’s impossible, Blitzy. No one is gooder, better, or cuter than you.”

“Wha’ bout Fizz?” Blitzø asks.

“Fizz is the best for his caregiver, but you’re the best for me. Does that make sense?” 

Blitzø nods.

Stolas kisses Blitzø’s head. “Good. I want you to understand that I love every part of you. Brat and all. I never meant to hurt your feelings with my words.”

“It otay.” Blitzø says, snuggling up to Stolas more. “Jus’ don’ ‘eave me.” He says.

“Never.” Stolas promises. 

They were quiet for a few minutes, just calming down from everything that happened today. 

Stolas would have to discuss some things with Asmodeus if he ever wanted to watch Blitzø again. He hopes Asmodeus won't think of Blitzø differently because of this one day…they were doing so well!

Well, if he did, Stolas would just be careful and do whatever he could to keep his little one safe. He didn't really care what Asmodeus thought. 

Well…yes, he does actually. But Blitzø was his priority, not Asmodeus. 

~~~Stolas and Asmodeus:~~~

Blitzø fell asleep in Stolas’s arms almost instantly, their conversation must have taken a lot out of him. 

Stolas felt it would be a good idea to go talk to Asmodeus now before Blitzø woke up. He laid Blitzø down on the bed and quietly snuck out of the room.

Stolas walked downstairs and saw Fizzarolli asleep as well, being cradled by Asmodeus.

“Is he alright?” Asmodeus asks, sounding concerned.

Stolas nods. “Yes, He's fine. There's nothing to worry about. But..I think we should talk about what happened.”

Asmodeus nods. “Yeah, just let me put him in the nursery real quick first.”

Stolas nods.

Asmodeus left to put Fizz down in his crib, kissed his head gently, then he returned to discuss the issue.

“Blitzø was feeling a bit left out while I was gone, he felt abandoned. His actions had absolutely nothing to do with you.” Stolas explains.

Asmodeus sighs. “Of course that was the problem. I should have known, I was way too focused on Fizz that I completely neglected Blitzø.” He says. “Fizz regressed way younger than he normally does, he was really upset and I was trying to keep him calm.” Asmodeus explains.

“That does make sense.” Stolas says. “Poor Fizz.”

“Look, I understand if you're upset with me.” Asmodeus says.

“Asmodeus, I'm not upset, this was your first time watching Blitzø. I did not expect this to be easy. Do you have any idea how many people Blitzø has bitten?” Stolas asks.

Asmodeus shakes his head.

“Everyone he's ever interacted with while little. This is just how he is. Welcome to the reality of being Blitzø's friend.” Stolas laughs. 

Asmodeus sighs. “I'm still responsible though.”

“No, not completely. Something I said earlier was also bothering him. He also has abandonment issues and was worried I may not come back. He was acting the way he was because he needed an outlet, it had very little to do with you. Of course I understand if you'd be uncomfortable watching him again.” Stolas says. 

“I don’t feel uncomfortable, today was just chaos.” Asmodeus explains. “I never anticipated any of this would happen. Blitzø was just caught in the middle of it all. Besides, He didn't know that I don't let Fizzarolli on the counters when he's little, and I didn't know how to handle Blitzø or talk to him about any of this. It's a work in progress.” 

Stolas hummed. “Perhaps there is something we can do. What if we sat down with Blitzø and Fizz to discuss rules and guidelines specifically for here?” He suggests. “That way Blitzø and Fizz know what's expected, and we have a better understanding of each other’s rules as well.” Stolas explains. 

“That's not a bad idea.” Asmodeus says. “It may be better to wait until they're big again though.” Asmodeus says.

Stolas agrees.

~~~Later: Everyone~~~

Blitzø woke up feeling a lot better emotionally and physically…but he did feel bad about how he acted towards Asmodeus.

He got himself off the bed and slowly walked into the hallway. Then he crawls over to the staircase, waiting at the top, wondering if he should attempt to climb down on his own.

Suddenly the owl himself spots him at the bottom of the steps. “Blitzø, I was just about to check on you.” Stolas says, walking up the stairs and picking up Blitzø “How are you feeling?” He asks. 

Blitzø buries his head into Stolas's neck and shrugs.

“Mm, feeling nervous?” Stolas asks, walking back downstairs with the imp in his arms. 

Blitzø nods. 

“It will be alright, I promise Asmodeus isn't angry with you.” Stolas says.

Blitzø looks up at him. “No?”

“No, he does feel bad though, so I think you should still apologize.” Stolas says. 

“Mtay.” Blitzø agrees. 

Stolas walks into the living room with Blitzø where Asmodeus was reading. “Ozzie, Blitzø has something he wants to say.” Stolas sits down and sets Blitzø on his lap.

“What is it, little one?” Asmodeus asks as kindly as he can in hope to ease Blitzø's nerves. 

“M’sowy m’ bad, Ozzie.” Blitzø says. 

“Oh. Well, it's alright, lightning bug. I know you were just having a bad day. I'm sorry I made you feel bad for that, you're a great little, Blitzø. I just didn't know what to do and I made the wrong choice.” Asmodeus says. “I'm sorry for yelling at you.” 

“S'otay.” Blitzø says.

“You really are very good, Blitzø.” Asmodeus says. 

“You are, and so adorable.” Stolas agrees.

Blitzø hides himself in Stolas's neck again, causing the owl to hoot in emusent. 

Asmodeus chuckles, then leaves to go get Fizz. 

“Good job, darling.” Stolas says to Blitzø.

Blitzø smiles at Stolas and hugs him for a bit. 

After Fizzarolli was awake again, Asmodeus asks: “Well, what shall we do now?” 

 “How about we all play a game together? That could be fun.” Stolas suggests. 

Asmodeus and Blitzø agree. And though Fizz was too little to really play the game, he sat with Ozzie and watched with childish glee. 

Blitzø explained what was happening in the game to Fizz and even helped instruct him on what he should do in ways that were very easy for him to understand. 

Stolas and Asmodeus smiled at each other. 

They had some things to work out but…

Everything was gonna be okay in their little family.

Notes:Hope you all liked this one-shot! I've been writing this one since the beginning of FKB so I'm relieved to have it complete lol 😅Lmk what you think, I'd appreciate it!

Boy will you be surprised heheh😈

Of course! Andrealphus will be his little... someday! :D

⭐️Much like his first little Andrealphus was assigned to Vassago, they didn't choose the arrangement on their own.

Andrealphus needed a caregiver, and Vassago reluctantly agreed to look after him...

So Andrealphus moved in with Vassago and so began their strange but entertaining dynamic as roommates, and CG and little.

❄️Andrealphus has always secretly liked Vassago and that's why he hates him with every fiber of his being!

Eventually, it gets easier to be his friend though...

Eventually.

⭐️Vassago expected andrealphus would be a bratty little, but he didn't expect him to be so...bossy.

He tells Vassago what to do, to remake food he doesn't like, (Vassago doesn't make his servants deal with Andrealphus, he's not cruel.) Andrealphus will even throw the food (or whatever) back at him if he tells him no.

Vassago is a very patient birb. So he takes a deep breath and then calmly asks Andrealphus why he thought it was okay to act like that.

Andrealpus only argued, but that made Vassago realize that Andrealphus was used to getting his own way, so what he really needed was to learn that sometimes the answer has to be no.

❄️Andrealphus actually loves listening to Vassago's stories, but he claims to hate them. Most like everything Vassago does.

He can't let Vassago know that he likes him!

But when Vassago doesn't tell him stories, he'll say that they're good because they put him to sleep easily, so for that reason alone, he'll ask for a story.

Vassago saw right through his "clever" idea but went along with it.

⭐️Vassago's goals include helping Andrealphus manage his emotions, helping him with his truama, healing Andrealphus's inner child, and lastly, helping him learn empathy.

❄️Andrealphus pushes Vassago away because he doesn't want to accept the feelings he has for him... because he's been led to believe they're wrong.

He also doesn't know how to react when Vassago is nice. It was weird.

⭐️Vassago has learned what really confuses Andrealphus is treating his fury and tantrums with pure kindness and gentleness.

Andrealphus doesn't know how to respond to kindness, so he just ends up annoyed or flustered. Which is a step up from anger and screaming.

Vassago does still scold Andrealphus. He doesn't let the little one get away with everything, but he tends to scold him like a child. Saying things like "gentle hands." Or "Hey, kiddo. That's not how we behave. Is it?" Because he just isn't used to being talked to like that.

He even told Vassago that he liked yelling more and asked him to yell instead.

Vassago apologized but told him that's not how he talks to kids. And he'd never yell at Andrealphus like that when he could just as easily talk to him nicely.

❄️Vassago makes the best hot cocoa! Andrealphus absolutely loves it!

He'll often demand Vassago to make him some!

And Vassago will say yes, but on the condition that he be good.

He's usually not very good, but Vassago will still make it for him anyway. ☕️

Andrealphus asked him why he still made it even though he acted up.

And Vassago said simply: "I know you did your best, pollito. Besides you're always good in my book." And he pat his head.

Which... made Andrealphus want to actually try his best someday. Because he really didn't try to be good at all. . .

But not today.

⭐️Vassago will sometimes baby Andrealphus as an attempt to help him calm down or stop behaving badly. He doesn't do anything bad or even humiliating. He'll just take him aside and be very gentle and talk to him like he would talk to a three year old having a meltdown.

❄️Whenever Vassago babies Andrealphus, it makes him feel younger than seven. He wasn't even sure that was possible before and...

He doesn't know how to feel about it...

But he didn't ask Vassago to stop, even though he knew he would if Andrealphus asked...

Because he did feel calmer... and he felt... safe.

And he's never felt that way before.

⭐️Vassago loves teaching andrealphus new games, and sometimes Andrealphus will play along, but more often than not, he'll just walk away.

❄️Andrealphus confessed to Vassago that he liked having his claws painted. It was hard for him because it was never something he was allowed to do as a child.

Vassago told him that it was really cool that he liked painting his claws and he offered to paint them for him.

He even let andrealphus paint Vassagos claws with sparkly red nail polish!

It was a nice day.

⭐️Vassago took note of the games Andrealphus liked and the ones he thought were stupid and realized he enjoyed the games where he had more control of the narrative.

So Vassago bought andrealphus some toys, specifically for him. (He had toys already, but those were for any potential little)

Stuffed animals,

Legos,

And Dolls.

❄️Andrealphus liked the Barbie dolls most of all! He had admired his sisters dolls when he was small but wasn't allowed to play with them.

Vassago was very supportive, though. He even bought him extra dresses and hair accessories for the dolls!

⭐️And no matter what happens, no matter how much progress they make while andrealphus is regressed...

They still constantly bicker like an old married couple when he's big.

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Ngl...they kinda give...

Just me?

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You have no idea, guys! It took me like 3 hours to find my old andrealphus post because I forgot how old he regressed to! 😅

I'm so tired, lol

Andrealphus used to look after regressed Stella,

But he's not really a caregiver.

Someone had to step up and take care of her, so he did.

Andrealphus is 60% a middle regressor. (Age 7-15) and 40% Guardian.

Ranging from kiddo headspace to teen headspace.

His priority is Stella, though.

No matter what.

He practically raised her since their parents couldn't be bothered to.

As for his own regression, he doesn't really know how to manage it, so he doesn't.

He hides his smaller feelings because he doesn't see any other option.

⭐️Vassago is a caregiver!!!

60% Caregiver 40% Guardian

About time, right? We need more Vassago content!

I have no clue what his role will be on the show- but I have TONS of plans for him in my AU

Okay okay now headcannons!

⭐️Vassago doesn't have a little yet (but he will)

🦜Vassago is an excellent storyteller. He can keep his little ones entertained for hours with his stories... Although sometimes he gets carried away and just excites his little one before bed instead of relaxing them, keeping them awake for hours!

⭐️He's great at making up games, especially treasure hunts for his little one with maps and tiny prizes leading to a much bigger prize!

🦜Always willing to play with his little one! He especially loves playing pirates or princess with them! It's so fun!

⭐️He loves making every day an adventure for his little one! He'd hate for them to be bored.

He especially loves to take them outside for some fresh air!

🦜If anyone ever talked negatively of his little one, they'll face his wrath! He'll scold them till theres no tomorrow! No one hurts his pequeño Tesoro and gets away with it!

He can not handle someone messing with his littles at all! All bets are off if anyone dares to talk poorly of his precious pollito!

⭐️Much like Bandit from Bluey, vassago is willing to go with any game his little ones want to play! He'll even expand on it and keep the game as interesting as possible!

🦜He's a wonderful listener and is really good at helping little ones express their emotions in a more positive way!

⭐️He made mood boards for his little so they can work together to manage emotions.

🦜Vassago is still learning to be a good CG, and even when he doesn't have a little of his own, he learns all he can to help others navigate through their journey.

⭐️Vassago cares about people, he always has, so it means everything to him when he can help others with their problems or help them take care of littles!

🦜Vassago has a bit of a temper, but he knows how to manage it. He never lashes out at a little. At worst, he just lectures them for a few...hundred hours, explaining why what they did was wrong and how scared he was for them, why they have rules in place and asking them never to do it again!

"¿Estás intentando provocarme un infarto? porque eso es lo que estás haciendo! ¿Qué estabas pensando? No podrás volver a hacer eso nunca más, ¿me entiendes? ¡nunca jamás! ¡No saltamos del tejado sin un adulto!"

He can be a bit strict, having rules in place that are non-negotiable in order to help his little ones thrive and be the best they can be!

He has complete faith in them and tries not to push them too hard, but he wants to help them improve.

⭐️Vassago can be protective, but he encourages his littles to explore and try new things. He just makes sure they follow his guidelines, and he tends to worry about them.

🦜Vassago does his very best for everyone around him, always trying to be the best he can possibly be, seek good when facing darkness. He always tries to be fair and help his little and do his best not to control them.

⭐️Vassago may be strict, but he forgives very easily; there is nothing his little one can do that would make him give up on them. He'll help them find their way again!

🦜He's very good at comforting littles. Talking things out with them, being a listening ear, cuddling, and offering advice if they need it. He's also sure to make sure his little knows they are loved and no matter what happens they are not facing this alone.

(Feel free to ask questions about Vassago as a CG. He's one of my new favorites!)

Summary:Stolas has to attend some meeting with his father and leaves Blitzø with Asmodeus.Notes:Tw: Bratty behavior, diapers mentioned, biting, attempted scratching, hissing, feeling neglected, jealousy, hiding, feeling scared, and feeling overwhelmed. Lmk if I should add.Takes place sometime before father knows best? Idk lol.

Playdates have become a normal phenomenon for Blitzø and Fizz. The original plan was to visit every month or every other week. But lately they’ve been hanging out every week due to the littles begging their caregivers for a playdate. 

Fizz tends to regress on Monday and Tuesday since he was exhausted from the weekend when he performs at Ozzie’s.

Blitzø used to regress on the weekend until they changed it to Sunday-Monday so he can play with Fizz. 

Every Sunday Blitzø would ask Stolas when they were going to see Fizzarolli. Seeing Fizz is something he looked forward to every week.

Stolas loved to see how much Blitzø has improved; Going from being anxious about going to Asmodeus’s place, to being extremely excited about it and discussing almost nothing else.

Every week he’d ask: “When are we gonna see Fizz?”

And Stolas would simply answer: “Tomorrow.”

It was like clockwork.

But, Stolas had a meeting to attend this Monday, one that he couldn't miss. 

With Blitzø’s regression, it was an adjustment in figuring out when Stolas had time to do his job; normally he could get it all done on Saturday before Blitzø came over, but there was no way to reschedule or miss this meeting. It was surely to be a bore and he'd much rather spend his time watching paint dry, but alas. He had this responsibility and needed to take it seriously.

Blitzø was happily playing with his horse figurines on the floor while Stolas was reading on the couch. It was rare when they got to have quiet moments like this, it was rather nice.

But the moment was over as quickly as it started when suddenly the little one crawled over to Stolas and peaked his head between the book and the owl: “When are we gonna see Fizz, Stolas?” Blitzø asks. 

Full sentences; this must mean Blitzø is around 4 or 5 at the moment. This surprised Stolas since he's usually not so calm when he's this old, his calmer side is usually when he's really small. 

Stolas set the book aside to pick up Blitzø and set him on his lap. “Well, I’m afraid we may not get to see Fizz this week, fireworm. I have some work to do tomorrow.” Stolas says.

“Aww! No fair! We can’t even see him for a little bit?” Blitzø asked.

“Well…I suppose we could. But we would need to leave by 3:00 and make sure you are big by then, otherwise I’ll have to get you a babysitter.”

Blitzø thinks about it. “A babysitter?”

“Yes, I could ask Asmodeus to watch you, or I could call Loona like last time. Does that sound okay?” Stolas asks.

“Yeah!” Blitzø says. “I just want to see Fizz!” He says.

“Then we will see Fizz tomorrow.” Stolas says.

“Ugh! Why is it always tomorrow?!” Blitzø complains.

Stolas chuckles and pets Blitzø's head. “Yes, I know it’s hard to wait, Spirit. But, tomorrow will be here before you know it.” He says.

“Mkay.” Blitzø says. “Can you play horses with me?” He asks. 

“Of course, darling.” Stolas says. He completely abandons his book. 

Spending time with Blitzø was far more interesting anyway.

~~~Tomorrow morning~~~

That morning Blitzø was big again, which was a relief to Stolas. 

They said their good mornings and the two of them got themselves ready for the day. 

Before Blitzø got dressed however, Stolas took his hand. “Wait, before you regress again, I want to ask you something.” Stolas says. 

“Okay?” Blitzø stayed where he was. “What's up?”

Stolas gestured to the bed, so the two of them sat down. “Do you remember when I told you I have a meeting today at three?” Stolas asks. 

Blitzø thinks about it, and he nods. “Yeah.”

“Good. I did suggest maybe letting Asmodeus watch you. But you have said before that you didn't want to be left with him.” Stolas explains. “I want to make sure I know how you feel about it before suggesting it again.” 

“It’s fine.”  Blitzø says, shrugging. “We're not friends exactly but I'm not uncomfortable with the idea.” Blitzø says. “He's…fine.” 

“Are you saying that Blitzø Buckzo actually trusts someone?” Stolas teases him. 

“I said I wasn't uncomfortable, it is not the same thing!” Blitzø says defensively. “It's only a couple hours at most right?”

“Right.” 

“Then it's fine.” Blitzø says.

“So, Asmodeus could never be your caregiver?” Stolas asks.

Blitzø thought it was a weird question but he decided to answer. “Obviously not.” 

“Because you don't trust him?”  Stolas clarifies. 

“Right.” Blitzø confirms. 

“So, does that mean you trust me, Blitzy?” Stolas teased more.  

Blitzø blushed and scoffed, pushing Stolas away for embarrassing him. “Shut up you fucking dinosaur.” 

Stolas chuckles. “I'm only teasing, Darling.” He says. 

Blitzø rolls his eyes, he actually doesn't mind Stolas teasing him though. But he'd never actually admit it. 

“You sure you’ll be okay if Asmodeus has to watch you?” Stolas asks.

Blitzø nods. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. As long as it's okay with him, if he thinks he can handle it.” 

“And if he can't?” Stolas asks. 

“Call Loona?” Blitzø suggests. “She's been really good at pulling me out of my headspace lately.” 

“Sounds like a good plan to me.” Stolas says happily. “Hey, how come I can't get you out of your headspace so easily?” He asks.

“Because you're my caregiver, when you watch me it makes my little self want to stick around.” Blitzø explains. 

“Because you trust me!”~ Stolas teased, poking Blitzø's side. 

“I will bite you!” Blitzø threatens. 

Stolas hoots with laughter. “I'm sorry, you're just so fun to mess with.” Stolas says. 

“Yeah, yeah.” Blitzø mumbles. “I’m still going to bite you.”

Stolas just laughs as Blitzø gets off the bed. “Without a doubt, you bratty little imp.” He teases, then boops the center of the imps face.

~~~Later:~~~

They show up at Ozzie's at 10:00 as always.

Fizz and Blitzø played in the playroom and Stolas and Ozzie conversed as usual.

When 3:00 was near, Blitzø and Fizz were deeply regressed. Fizz and Blitzø were both 3. (Apparently having Blitzø around has made Fizz more comfortable and he’s been regressing to younger ages recently. It’s amazing how littles work.)

“Asmodeus, I have somewhere very important to be at the moment. If Blitzø is okay with it, do you think you can watch him for a bit? A couple hours at the most?” Stolas asks. He wants to check with little Blitzø again, just in case. 

Asmodeus nods. “Yeah, don’t worry about it, I can keep an eye on him.” He says.

“Are you sure? He can be a little…”

“No, Blitzø! No eats the table!” They hear Fizz jokingly yell as he laughs hysterically. “Nawww!!!”

“Spirited.” Stolas finished saying.

Asmodeus laughs. “Relax, Stolas. They’re only playing now, what could possibly go wrong?” 

Stolas wonders. “Thank you, Asmodeus. If he’s any trouble, just give me a call and I will handle everything.”

“It'll be fine.” Ozzie says.

“If he’s being bratty or acts up, give him a warning first, but it’s alright if you have to put him in a time out for a few minutes. He loves chocolate milk with hot sauce in it, it’s a good reward or bribe if you need it, also he has everything he needs in my bag. Chew toys, snacks, videos, coloring books-“

“I know how to take care of littles, Stolas.” Asmodeus says annoyed. “I take care of Fizz 24/7 in case you forgot.”

“Ah, but you know how to take care of Fizz. Blitzø is different.” Stolas argues. 

“Trust me, I know that, but I’ve observed you when taking care of him. Just relax, I promise I can handle the gremlin.” Asmodeus says.

Stolas nods. “Alright, just let me tell Blitzø what’s going on.” He says, walking over to the little imps. 

Asmodeus nods. Then picks up his magazine again.

“Blitzy, can you come here, please?” Stolas asks him.

Blitzø stands up and walks over to Stolas. “I in trouble?” He asks.

Stolas smiles and shakes his head. “No, darling. Of course not. I just wanted to talk. Do you remember when I told you I had work to do at 3:00?”

Blitzø sticks two of his fingers in his mouth anxiously as he nods.

Stolas removes Blitzø's fingers from his mouth. “None of that, Blitzy. You'll get sick.” He clips a pacifier clip on Blitzø's shirt. 

Blitzø whines. He just wants to go back to playing with Fizz! He looks away from Stolas and over to Fizz who was with Ozzie. 

“Blitzø, listen please? You have some options. Asmodeus says it’s fine if I leave you here, but I can call Loona if you’d feel more comfortable with her.” Stolas says.

Blitzø shrugs. “Mkay.”

“You need to pick, Blitzy. Loona or Asmodeus?” Stolas asks.

“I want to stay here wif Fizz.” Blitzø says.

“So, you want to stay with Ozzie?” He asks clarifying. 

Blitzø nods. 

Stolas nods back. “Okay then. I want you on your best behavior then, alright? That means No biting, no bratting out, no climbing on things, no eating the furniture, no cursing, no throwing things, no throwing tantrums. I need you to listen to Asmodeus.” 

“Mkay, Stowas.” Blitzø says.

“What did I say?” Stolas asks him.

“Be good an wisten to Ozzie.” Blitzø repeats.

“That’s my blitzy.” Stolas says, hugging the imp tightly and giving him a quick kiss. “I will miss you so much, darling. I know you’ll be very good for me.”

“Bye, Stowas.” Blitzø says.

“I'll be back soon, I promise.” Stolas says to Blitzø. He stands up and faces Asmodeus again. “Alright, I’ll be back as soon as possible, call me if there’s any problems at all.” 

“Will do, Stolas.” Asmodeus says. “Have fun.”

“Not likely.” Stolas mumbles as he walks through a portal to his very boring destination.

~~~Later:~~~

Blitzø and Fizz were having fun and playing as usual, things were pretty calm and they were having a great time!

Blitzø missed Stolas and every now and then he would look at the door, hoping he'd be back soon! It was taking him forever to come back! But at least he had Fizz to keep him company until then…

But then…Fizzarolli regressed younger, now being only 2 years old.

He's never been that young before, so he really just wanted Ozzie to hold him and protect him. He was scared and didn't understand why it happened. He just cried into Asmodeus's shoulder. 

“Shh, Fizzy. It's okay.” He whispered to the crying imp. “Everything's okay.” He gave Fizz a pacifier and rocked him back and forth slowly. 

So, Ozzie took care of Fizz, he carried him everywhere and never left his side, while Blitzø was practically left alone to do nothing! 

Blitzø was starting to get really bored…and then really lonely! He missed Stolas! He wanted Stolas to come back so he could have some attention! 

Asmodeus was too busy taking care of Fizz to notice Blitzø at all. And Blitzø felt like he was invisible. The feeling was far too familiar to just ignore.

“Daddy?” Fizz whines. “M'sowy.” He says, crying and feeling guilty for being so little. 

Blitzø rolls his eyes, two isn't even that little! At least he didn't have to wear diapers. Was Blitzø too little for Stolas to handle? Is that a thing? 

“I love you so much, Fizz.” Asmodeus says. “No matter how little you are. You're never too little for me, baby.”

“Yeah?” Fizz asks.

“Of course. Besides, you're always such a good little. So well behaved, not bratty at all. You being a little younger just gives me an excuse to baby you some more.” Asmodeus teases, tickling little Fizz who giggles adorably.

Blitzø whines, where’s Stolas?! He should be here by now. 

What if he left him for good? What if he was too much for him? What if Stolas is never ever coming back? What if he found a better little to take care of? One that wasn't too much work? Who was never bratty? 

He probably did, that's why Stolas was gone, he doesn't want to come back…

Blitzø wanted to cry, but he didn’t want to upset Fizz or Asmodeus. 

“Blitzø?”

Blitzø looks up at Ozzie who was holding Fizzarolli in his arms. “Are you doing okay, little one?” 

Blitzø nods, he doesn’t know how to tell Ozzie that he felt alone. It wasn't Ozzie's problem. 

He's just gonna have to figure this out by himself.

Asmodeus looked like he didn't fully believe him, but didn't know what else he could do. “Alright, if you need anything just let me know, okay?” He asks.

Blitzø nods, not taking the offer seriously as Asmodeus returns his attention back to Fizz. 

Maybe a snack will help him feel better? Sometimes when he's upset Stolas will give him a cookie and it helps! 

And since Stolas abandoned him and Asmodeus was too busy, he just walked into the kitchen and hopped on the counter to help himself to the cookie jar Ozzie had.

“Blitzø?” He must have made more noise than he thought because Asmodeus walked into the kitchen, still holding Fizzarolli in his arms. “What are you doing?” He asks. 

Blitzø tried to get the jar opened, but it was impossible! He was so frustrated he didn't know what to do! But he was determined! He wasn't going to ask for help.

“Blitzø, get off the counter, please?” Asmodeus asks.

“No!” Blitzø answers, taking the jar and hitting it against the counter to try and open it. 

Asmodeus took the jar, using magic to move it away from Blitzø's reach. “Blitzø, if you wanted a cookie, you could have just asked me. But since you decided to be a brat instead, you can forget it.” Asmodeus says. 

Blitzø didn't want to talk to Ozzie! He wanted Stolas! Blitzø whines, it's so unfair! Why did Stolas leave him? 

“Blitzø,” Asmodeus said in a low register as he approached the imp. “Stolas packed some snacks for you, how about you get down and we can see what he has?” He suggests. 

“No!” Blitzø says.

“Blitzø…” Asmodeus warns.

Blitzø glared at Asmodeus and hissed at him loudly, attempting to scratch him with his hands.

“Blitzø, this behavior is not acceptable.” Asmodeus warns. “If this continues, you'll be getting a time out. And I know you don't want that.”

Blitzø growled as Ozzie who tried to reach for the imp to get him off the counter, the little one bit Asmodeus's hand hard.

 “Son of a- Blitzø!” Asmodeus scolded loudly, he lost his concentration and the jar fell on the floor making a loud “CRASH” sound. 

The loud noise startles little Fizz, and he starts crying hysterically against Asmodeus.

“Shh, Fizz. It's okay.” Asmodeus whispers to Fizzarolli to try and calm him down. 

Blitzø hissed again and ran away fast on all fours, he was too fast for Ozzie to catch up, especially while also holding a distressed Fizz. 

It was honestly for the best. Asmodeus didn't want to try and deal with Blitzø while feeling as riled up as he does. He didn't mean to scare Blitzø or yell at him like that, and he definitely doesn't want to mess up more by doing it again.

Stolas suddenly arrived back through the portal. “I'm back! How did it…go?” Stolas looked at Asmodeus who was holding a crying Fizz, the rooster had a look that clearly said it didn't go well. “Asmodeus, what happened?” Stolas asks.

“Blitzø was acting up.” Ozzie says. “He hissed at me after I told him he couldn’t have a cookie, then he bit me, ran off, and hid somewhere.” He explains. 

Stolas sighs. “Oh. I am so very sorry, Asmodeus. I will talk to him. Do you know where he is?” Stolas asks.

Asmodeus awkwardly ran a hand through his feathers. “He ran upstairs, I was just about to look for him after I calmed Fizz down and cleaned this up.” Ozzie says, gesturing to the ceramic pieces on the floor that was once a jar.

Stolas nods. “I see, don't worry, Asmodeus. I will find him.” He says.

“Stolas?”

Stolas looks at Asmodeus.

“This was on me. I messed up big time. I yelled at him, didn't mean to, I just lost it, I thought I could handle this, but I-” 

“I'm sure he's fine. Whatever happened, we'll figure it out.” Stolas promised. 

Asmodeus nods, not seeming less guilty, but at least he was done trying to explain, so Stolas walks up the stairs to find Blitzø.

~~~Asmodeus and Fizz:~~~

“Daddy?” Fizzarolli asks.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Bitz?” Fizz asks. 

“Blitzø will be okay, froggie. Stolas will take care of him.” Asmodeus promised. 

“Loud.” Fizz complains. 

“I know, baby. Daddy's sorry.” He says, rubbing Fizz's cheek. 

Fizzarolli nods slowly then snuggles up with Asmodeus closer. 

“How are you feeling?” Asmodeus asks.

“Mmgh, ‘ittle.” Fizz whines. “Too ‘itlle.”

Asmodeus kisses Fizz's head. “It'll be okay, froggie. Just relax. I won't let anything bad happen to you, I promise.” 

Fizzarolli smiles. “Wov you.”

“I love you too, Fizzy.” 

~~~Stolas and Blitzø:~~~

Stolas knew Blitzø pretty well, and his favorite places to hide were in closets, under beds, and in bathtubs.

Anywhere he can be cozy and feel safe, that’s where Blitzø had to be.

He searched six different rooms and he hadn’t found him yet. He could tell Blitzø didn’t want to be found, otherwise he’d pick the closest room…

Which means he’s either hurt or scared.

It took searching a few more rooms until he finally found Blitzø in a closet as expected, hidden under a blanket he had found.

“Blitzø…” Stolas crosses his arms.

“Stowes!” Blitzø shouted, happy to see Stolas was back at last!

“Blitzy. What did you do?” Stolas asks sternly, ready to scold and lecture the little one.

Blitzø dries his tears when he sees Stolas, the imp was quite obviously upset about something.

Stolas uncrosses his arms and looks at the imp with concern. “Blitzy-“

Blitzø climbs up Stolas, and hugs his neck tightly.

Stolas supports the young one. “What is it, Blitzy? What’s wrong?” He asks.

“Wan’ ed’ up.” Blitzø says.

Stolas can’t help it, a chuckle escapes him. “I can see that, darling. But why is Asmodeus saying you acted up today? What happened?”

Blitzø saddens more. “You wef me.” He mumbles. 

Stolas smiles sympathetically. “Darling, I told you I’d come back. You knew I wasn’t going away forever. I need you to tell me what happened with Asmodeus.”

“I bi’ed hims.” Blitzø mumbles.

“You bit him.” Stolas nods. “Why did you bite him? We’ve discussed this countless times, Blitzy. You know biting is never okay. I told you very specifically not to bite Ozzie today. Didn't I?” He asks.

Blitzø tears up and nuzzled into Stolas’s feathers.. “Bu’ Fizz..”

“Fizz?” Stolas asks.

“Ozzie wovs Fizz, you wov Fizz.” Blitzø starts to say, tears start pouring out of him suddenly.

Stolas tilts his head, what could he possibly mean by that?

“He da cute one, he da be’ah one den me!” He says.

“No, Blitzy. He is not better than you are, do you understand me?” Stolas asks.

Blitzø shakes his head. “No, you wike Fizz.” Blitzø argues.

“I do like Fizzarolli.” Stolas admits. “But I adore you! You’re one of my most favorite people in the whole world, darling. Don't you know that?”

“No.” Blitzø says. 

“Well, Blitzy. You are. You’re my special little one and I love you so much.” He says.

“No wov.” Blitzø whines. “No fo’ me.”

“Why do you say that, Blitzø?” Stolas asks.

“Da’ee saids. Fizz the best one. He wiked Fizz bet’ah, I twy, bu’ I no good, he da good one only!”

“Well, I don’t care what your father thinks, said, or did. Because I think you’re amazing just the way you are.” Stolas says.

“Why?” Blitzø asks.

“Well, because you are. You’re funny, adorable, you’re very clever, talented, so strong, you’re sweet when you want to be, and you care the most even whilst pretending you don’t care at all.” Stolas says. “I’ve seen the best parts of you, darling. And I adore who you are.”

“Bu’ Fizz do’s fips an…he good when I da bwat.”

“Fizz is Fizz. I don’t wish for you to behave like him. Be Blitzø only, I need you.” Stolas says, cupping his face gently in his hands. “I don’t want two Fizzarolli’s, I want my Blitzy. I need him.”

“Bu’ I bwat. Ozzie saids.” Blitzø says.

“Asmodeus said that?” Stolas asks.

Blitzø nods, as tears continue falling down his face. “You fink so too.” 

Stolas held Blitzø close to his chest and rubbed the back of the Imp’s head. “Listen, I don’t care if you are a brat sometimes, My Spirit. You’re only expressing yourself, and there’s nothing wrong with that.” Stolas says. “If you need an outlet, being a little bratty or needy is okay with me. I can handle it…and frankly I find it rather adorable.” Stolas smiles.

“Re’lly?” Blitzø asked.

Stolas nods. “Yup. You’re my itty bitty Blitzy.” Stolas' baby talks to him. “And nothing will ever change that.”

Blitzø hugs Stolas tight and starts to dry his tears, he’s never been told something like that before. 

“But-“

Blitzø whines, he knew what was coming…

“I won’t tolerate you biting Asmodeus, Blitzy. I know you were upset, but that’s not how we handle our big feelings, is it?”

Blitzø shakes his head.

“How do we handle them, Blitzy?”

“Taught’ dem ou’, ow’ ea’ ice cream.” Blitzø says.

‘Talk them out, or eat ice cream. That sounds reasonable.’ Stolas thought. “That’s right, darling. You’re going to sit in time out for a couple minutes, then you’ll apologize to Asmodeus, okay?”

Blitzø whines again and starts rubbing his eyes. He doesn’t want a time out! He’s not bad, he’s good! Stolas said so!

“None of that, you know biting hurts people, why did you bite him?”

Blitzø shrugs.

“Blitzø…”

“I wa’ mads, he wif Fizz an’ you was gone.”

“Were you feeling lonely?” Stolas asks.

Blitzø nods. “I wan’ed to be cluded, bu’ day’ was too busy fo me. So I goted a cookie.”

Stolas nods, understanding Blitzø’s reasoning.

“Den’ Ozzie says no, so’s I gots mads and bited him.” Blitzø finished explaining.

Stolas nods. “I see.”

Blitzø starts crying again. “I didn’ mean ta’ ba’, Stowes. I jus’ wan’ a’ cluded.”

Stolas nods. “I understand, Blitzø. But, you still need to understand that biting is not the solution. If it’s hard to talk, there are other ways to communicate.”

“How?” Blitzø asks.

“Well, we’re currently learning sign language.” Stolas says. “Fizzarolli knows sign language and he can normally help you. But I suppose that’ll take some more time to learn, hm? How about we make you some cards? You can hold them up and tell people exactly what you want without needing to speak?”

“Yeah!” Blitzø agrees.

“Then we’ll make them as soon as we get home.”

“Stowes?” Blitzø asks.

“Yes, darling?”

“I sowy I bite.” Blitzø says.

“I know, dear. It’s alright. Just remember to tell Asmodeus that.”

“Do I has to time out?” Blitzø asks.

Stolas thinks about it for a moment and nods. “Yes, I’m afraid so. But I’ll tell you what. I’ll sit with you and we can have a quiet time out together to think this over, okay?”

Blitzø nods. “Mtay.”

Stolas walked over to the bed and sat with Blitzø for a few minutes.

“Stowes?” Blitzø asks.

“Yes, darling?”

“Wha’ ifs, you fin’ed da goodest wittle who cute an’ bedda’ den me?” Blitzø asks.

“Well, that’s impossible, Blitzy. No one is gooder, better, or cuter than you.”

“Wha’ bout Fizz?” Blitzø asks.

“Fizz is the best for his caregiver, but you’re the best for me. Does that make sense?” 

Blitzø nods.

Stolas kisses Blitzø’s head. “Good. I want you to understand that I love every part of you. Brat and all. I never meant to hurt your feelings with my words.”

“It otay.” Blitzø says, snuggling up to Stolas more. “Jus’ don’ ‘eave me.” He says.

“Never.” Stolas promises. 

They were quiet for a few minutes, just calming down from everything that happened today. 

Stolas would have to discuss some things with Asmodeus if he ever wanted to watch Blitzø again. He hopes Asmodeus won't think of Blitzø differently because of this one day…they were doing so well!

Well, if he did, Stolas would just be careful and do whatever he could to keep his little one safe. He didn't really care what Asmodeus thought. 

Well…yes, he does actually. But Blitzø was his priority, not Asmodeus. 

~~~Stolas and Asmodeus:~~~

Blitzø fell asleep in Stolas’s arms almost instantly, their conversation must have taken a lot out of him. 

Stolas felt it would be a good idea to go talk to Asmodeus now before Blitzø woke up. He laid Blitzø down on the bed and quietly snuck out of the room.

Stolas walked downstairs and saw Fizzarolli asleep as well, being cradled by Asmodeus.

“Is he alright?” Asmodeus asks, sounding concerned.

Stolas nods. “Yes, He's fine. There's nothing to worry about. But..I think we should talk about what happened.”

Asmodeus nods. “Yeah, just let me put him in the nursery real quick first.”

Stolas nods.

Asmodeus left to put Fizz down in his crib, kissed his head gently, then he returned to discuss the issue.

“Blitzø was feeling a bit left out while I was gone, he felt abandoned. His actions had absolutely nothing to do with you.” Stolas explains.

Asmodeus sighs. “Of course that was the problem. I should have known, I was way too focused on Fizz that I completely neglected Blitzø.” He says. “Fizz regressed way younger than he normally does, he was really upset and I was trying to keep him calm.” Asmodeus explains.

“That does make sense.” Stolas says. “Poor Fizz.”

“Look, I understand if you're upset with me.” Asmodeus says.

“Asmodeus, I'm not upset, this was your first time watching Blitzø. I did not expect this to be easy. Do you have any idea how many people Blitzø has bitten?” Stolas asks.

Asmodeus shakes his head.

“Everyone he's ever interacted with while little. This is just how he is. Welcome to the reality of being Blitzø's friend.” Stolas laughs. 

Asmodeus sighs. “I'm still responsible though.”

“No, not completely. Something I said earlier was also bothering him. He also has abandonment issues and was worried I may not come back. He was acting the way he was because he needed an outlet, it had very little to do with you. Of course I understand if you'd be uncomfortable watching him again.” Stolas says. 

“I don’t feel uncomfortable, today was just chaos.” Asmodeus explains. “I never anticipated any of this would happen. Blitzø was just caught in the middle of it all. Besides, He didn't know that I don't let Fizzarolli on the counters when he's little, and I didn't know how to handle Blitzø or talk to him about any of this. It's a work in progress.” 

Stolas hummed. “Perhaps there is something we can do. What if we sat down with Blitzø and Fizz to discuss rules and guidelines specifically for here?” He suggests. “That way Blitzø and Fizz know what's expected, and we have a better understanding of each other’s rules as well.” Stolas explains. 

“That's not a bad idea.” Asmodeus says. “It may be better to wait until they're big again though.” Asmodeus says.

Stolas agrees.

~~~Later: Everyone~~~

Blitzø woke up feeling a lot better emotionally and physically…but he did feel bad about how he acted towards Asmodeus.

He got himself off the bed and slowly walked into the hallway. Then he crawls over to the staircase, waiting at the top, wondering if he should attempt to climb down on his own.

Suddenly the owl himself spots him at the bottom of the steps. “Blitzø, I was just about to check on you.” Stolas says, walking up the stairs and picking up Blitzø “How are you feeling?” He asks. 

Blitzø buries his head into Stolas's neck and shrugs.

“Mm, feeling nervous?” Stolas asks, walking back downstairs with the imp in his arms. 

Blitzø nods. 

“It will be alright, I promise Asmodeus isn't angry with you.” Stolas says.

Blitzø looks up at him. “No?”

“No, he does feel bad though, so I think you should still apologize.” Stolas says. 

“Mtay.” Blitzø agrees. 

Stolas walks into the living room with Blitzø where Asmodeus was reading. “Ozzie, Blitzø has something he wants to say.” Stolas sits down and sets Blitzø on his lap.

“What is it, little one?” Asmodeus asks as kindly as he can in hope to ease Blitzø's nerves. 

“M’sowy m’ bad, Ozzie.” Blitzø says. 

“Oh. Well, it's alright, lightning bug. I know you were just having a bad day. I'm sorry I made you feel bad for that, you're a great little, Blitzø. I just didn't know what to do and I made the wrong choice.” Asmodeus says. “I'm sorry for yelling at you.” 

“S'otay.” Blitzø says.

“You really are very good, Blitzø.” Asmodeus says. 

“You are, and so adorable.” Stolas agrees.

Blitzø hides himself in Stolas's neck again, causing the owl to hoot in emusent. 

Asmodeus chuckles, then leaves to go get Fizz. 

“Good job, darling.” Stolas says to Blitzø.

Blitzø smiles at Stolas and hugs him for a bit. 

After Fizzarolli was awake again, Asmodeus asks: “Well, what shall we do now?” 

 “How about we all play a game together? That could be fun.” Stolas suggests. 

Asmodeus and Blitzø agree. And though Fizz was too little to really play the game, he sat with Ozzie and watched with childish glee. 

Blitzø explained what was happening in the game to Fizz and even helped instruct him on what he should do in ways that were very easy for him to understand. 

Stolas and Asmodeus smiled at each other. 

They had some things to work out but…

Everything was gonna be okay in their little family.

Notes:Hope you all liked this one-shot! I've been writing this one since the beginning of FKB so I'm relieved to have it complete lol 😅Lmk what you think, I'd appreciate it!

Summery: Blitzø overworks himself, Loona has complicated feelings, Millie drinks with Sallie Mae,And Alessio talks to Crimson.TW: Unrequited love, jealousy, drinking, fear, panic, lotsa negative emotions and talking a bit about trauma, fear of loosing someone, negative talk, biting, struggling, crying, diaper changing, talks of forced regression, talks about selling people, emotional manipation. Lmk if I should add.AndWhat's this? Someone regresses in this for good reasons!? And they are actually safe?! Whaaat?!

~~~Stolas~~~

Stolas got a phone call at 11:00 pm.

Usually he'd be skeptical about it, normally he'd ignore it, especially when it's an unknown caller. But since becoming Blitzø's caregiver he has learned that he should always be expecting the unexpected from him.

 “Hello?” He answers, expecting it to be Blitzø saying that he has slipped or got into some trouble.

But surprisingly he heard a female's voice: “Stolas?”

“Loona? What’s going on?” Stolas asks. “Is everything alright?” His voice is panicky and he's already standing up and getting dressed, expecting Loona to tell him Blitzø was in trouble, or she was in trouble and needed him to come get her, or-

“Relax, birdbrain. Everything is fine…kinda.” She says. 

“Hm.” Stolas scoffs. She's definitely Blitzø's daughter. 

“It's just that-” She sighs. “Blitzø is so fixated on finding Moxxie, he hasn’t been eating or sleeping like he should…I’m honestly starting to…worry about him. But, I don't know what to do.” Loona panics. “He won't listen to me, and he's driving himself crazy!”

“Oh dear.” Stolas says. “That is concerning.”

“Do you think you could talk to him? I was hoping maybe he'd listen to you, you being his…caregiver and all. I tried, but he just won’t listen to me, or let me help at all!” She says, sounding more angry than anything. 

“Okay, Loona. I can't promise anything but I’ll certainly do what I can.” He says to her. “Where is he?”

“He’s in his office at I.M.P.” She suddenly sounds very sad, possibly crying. “I don't know if we'll be able to find Moxxie…and I don't want to lose Blitzø in the process.”

Stolas's tone changed to mildly concerned about Blitzø, to down right frustrated with his antics. His daughter is worried sick about him, and it seems he doesn't care at all! “I will take care of it, I promise.” Stolas says, practically retracting his earlier statement about only trying. “It'll be okay.” 

“Yeah…okay. Thanks.” Loona hangs up fast.

Stolas frowns…imagining if that were his own daughter…

Why didn't Blitzø just ask him for help? That idiot! He's offered to help time and time again! If he just accepted it, they wouldn't be in this mess! 

Well, he's going to have to go down there and be stern with Blitzø, let him know how serious this situation was. 

He opens a portal to IMP and steps through it.

~~~Stolas and Blitzø:~~~

Blitzø was hard at work when Stolas walked in through a portal to his office. 

He looked as if he hadn't slept in days, just as Loona said, he looked like he was driving himself insane by the way he kept looking through everything so fast. “Blitzy?”

“Stolas? What the fuck are you doing here?” Blitzø asks.

“Just checking in, darling. What are you doing?” Stolas asks gently 

“What am I- what the fuck does it look like I’m doing?” He asks. “I'm working on finding Moxxie! Is there any way to remove any scent from Imps?” Blitzø asks. “And maybe…make them invisible and unable to speak or breathe loudly?”

Stolas doesn’t answer that. “Darling, I know you want to find him, but don’t you think this can wait till morning?” He asks.

Blitzø shakes his head. “No…nonononono, I gotta find him now! Someone has him, and they’re gonna fucking pay when Millie and I get our hands on ‘um! Heads will be rolling!” He shouts. “Cash thinks he can take everything away from me? He thinks he can get in MY head and control ME again? I think fucking NOT!” He shouts.

Stolas tilts his head. Cash? Why did that name sound so familiar?

“Blitzø…when was the last time you got some sleep?” Stolas asks.

Blitzø thinks about it. “I don’t know, I passed out sometime yesterday or…what day is it?” He asks.

“It’s Thursday.” Stolas says. 

“So…uhm.” Blitzø took quite a while to think about it, then he looks back down at his papers, before looking back up at the owl. “Yeah, that was yesterday. I passed out yesterday for a few hours. I think.”

“That's not good enough! You need a solid eight hours of sleep at night.” Stolas says.

“No, I need to find Moxxie.” He argues. “Sleep can suck my-”

“Blitzø!” Stolas scolds. “Language.”

“I WILL NOT LOSE ANOTHER FRIEND, STOLAS!” Blitzø shouts. 

Stolas frowns. “Dearest-”

“I'm fine.” Blitzø says, his breathing was unsteady and tears were falling down his face. 

“You're certainly not fine! You need to sleep!” He says sternly. But, then his tone changes to a calmer register once again as he takes Blitzø's hands. “I know you're worried about Moxxie, but you neglecting your own needs isn't helping anyone.” Stolas says.

Blitzø doesn't acknowledge what Stolas says, he knows Stolas is right, but he chooses to look back at his work again to ignore him. 

Stolas sighs. “Blitzø…” he was about to touch Blitzø’s hand to comfort him, but the Imp hisses viciously at Stolas.

Well, he hisses more like a small cat than anything really terrifying, but Stolas still moved his hand away, afraid he might get bitten again.

“Blitzø!” He warns sharply.

Blitzø hisses and growls at Stolas again.

“Alright, enough is enough, Blitzy. We’re going home, and you’re going to get some sleep.” Stolas says firmly.

“Noooo!” Blitzø whines. “I have to figure out where Moxxie is, how else are we supposed to find him? How can I find him while I’m asleep? Stupid bird! That’s not how rescuing works!” Blitzø argues.

“Blitzø, it’s bedtime.” Stolas says firmly, picking up the imp, not caring anymore if Blitzø bites him. “You need to get some sleep.”

“Stolas! I’m not a child!” Blitzø says, grabbing onto practically anything in his office to stop Stolas. His desk, the plant, with none of that working, his best bet was the doorjamb. He grips the doorjamb tightly, not willing to let go.

“Really? Because you sure are acting like one.” Stolas scolds.

“I’m not, okay? I’ll get some sleep!” he says.

Stolas raises an eyebrow at him.

“After we find Moxxie.” He says. 

Stolas sighs. “Blitzø, in your rules it specifically states that when it’s bedtime, you need to go to bed and you are not to fight me on it.” Stolas says, holding the imp with one arm to try and pry Blitzø's claws off the door.

“I am not fucking little right now!” Blitzø argues.

Stolas grunts, Blitzø is much stronger than he seems. “It still applies because you agreed to it. Besides, if you really are an adult, you should understand how important sleep is to brain activity.” Stolas wraps his arms around Blitzø's torso to get a good hold on him.

“Well, jokes on you, bitch. I don’t need brain activity!” Blitzø says, still struggling with Stolas. “I’ve been going without it for years!”

“Blitzø!” Stolas gets closer to the imps' claws and finally pries them off the door frame, then he grabs both hands in his free hand. “You’re getting some sleep, I don’t care if you’re little or not.” He says firmly.

“No!” Blitzø shouts, biting Stolas hard, making the owl release him as he yelps in pain.

“Blitzy!” Stolas scolds harshly, holding onto his wrist and wincing. How can his bites possibly hurt this much?! He's tiny!

Blitzø ran back into the office and hid under the desk. 

Stolas sighs, ignoring his wrist at the moment to try again. “Blitzø…please?” he asks, crawling over to the desk to patiently wait for the Imp to come out.

Blitzø whines. “No tired, Stowes.”

Stolas raises an eyebrow. He’s slipped. “Hm. Are you quite sure I don’t have an adorable little imp on my hands?” Stolas asks him.

“No…” Blitzø mumbles.

Stolas reaches under the desk and picks up the imp with no trouble this time. “Blitzy…it’s not good to lie, darling.” Stolas says. 

“Bu’ ne’ a’ fine’ Mossie.” Blitzø says sadly. 

“Sorry, gremlin. But, that work is for big kids only. You’re far too little for that now.” Stolas says. 

 “No…”Blitzø sarts to sob, feeling overwhelmed and exhausted from the day's events. “No, ‘ittle!”

“Shhh…it’s alright.” Stolas reassures. “It’s okay to be little, darling.” He says.

“Nee’ a’ fine’ Mossie.” Blitzø whines. “No ‘ittle.”

“Moxxie is a strong little Imp, he’ll be alright. But, you’ll be no help to him if you don’t let yourself get some sleep. You’ll be too tired to help him.” Stolas says. He opens a portal right to Blitzø’s nursery at Stolas's palace and walks in.

Blitzø is still crying into Stolas’s shoulder, muttering a series of ‘no’s and incoherent sentiments. “Darling, it will be okay. I promise.” Stolas says. “Just relax.”

Blitzø whines. “Mossie…”

“You’ll find him tomorrow.” Stolas says. “I’m sure of it.” 

Stolas sets Blitzø on the changing table and gently starts to undress him, he had to work fast, Blitzø was already practically asleep.

“‘Omowow?” Blitzø asks, trying desperately to stay awake by blinking rapidly.

“Yes, tomorrow. When you are big again and well rested.” Stolas says, he gets out the diaper changing supplies and starts to put the diaper on him. 

“I a’ putet’ Mossie doe!” Blitzø argues, kicking his hooves. 

“Settle down, Blitzy.” Stolas scolds gently, taping up the diaper and grabbing one of his onesies. “I know you want to protect him, you’re a very good friend.” He places the onesie over the Imp’s head. “But, you can’t help him if you don’t help yourself first. Do you understand?” He asks as he helps guide Blitzø’s arms through the sleeves.

Blitzø whines, then starts crying again. 

Stolas holds him close to comfort him, rocking him back and forth.

Blitzø cries into Stolas’s shoulder, he just wants Moxxie to be home again! He missed Moxxie, he misses his friend!

“I know, it’s okay.” Stolas says. 

“Mossie…” Blitzø whines, trying to get Stolas to understand.

“I know, Blitzy. I know.” Stolas rubs circles on the little’s back to try and soothe him. “I'm sorry, darling.”

And he meant it too…

He hated that he had to do this, he knows Blitzø was struggling right now. But, he couldn't stand back and let Blitzø hurt himself. 

He and Blitzø can talk about this tomorrow, and perhaps Stolas can help him find Moxxie.

His attempts to comfort Blitzø starts to work as Blitzø is settling down, but the little one’s still tearing up and sniffling softly. 

Stolas starts singing to Blitzø, swaying gently side to side. “Heart beats fast, colors and promises. How to be brave? How can I love when I’m afraid…to…fall? But watching you stand alone, all of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow…”

Blitzø wipes away his tears, and he hugs Stolas closer.

“One…step…closer…” 

Blitzø lets his eyelids fall at last, relaxing, and listening to Stolas’s song.

“I have died every day waiting for you. Darling, don't be afraid I have loved you for a thousand years.” 

Stolas sets the sleeping Blitzø in his crib, finally able to snap the buttons of his onesie now that the imp was calm. “I'll love you for a thousand more.” 

He tucks his little one in tightly, then pets his head softly, and he whispers to him: “Goodnight, Blitzy.” Then he lastly kisses his head.

~~~Loona~~~

‘Time stands still, beauty in all she is- I will be brave, I will not let anything take away what's standing in front of me.’

Tex: haven’t heard from you in a few days, everything okay?

Loona smiles at seeing the text… she finally had real friends to talk to, friends who cared about her… it was great but, Also sorta terrifying at the same time.

Loona: Yeah, I’m fine. I guess.

Tex: What’s going on?

Loona: One of my co-workers is missing, so I’ve been trying to help find him.

Tex: Damn. That’s rough.

Loona: Yeah, it is. Everyone is doing what they can, barely sleeping, getting up early… I think we’re almost out of ideas.

Tex: You seem to really care if you’re working overtime to find him.

Loona: I mean, I guess… Normally I hate his guts, he’s like family, except I want nothing to do with him, hate everything about him… but, I can’t stand the fact that he’s not here and might be hurt. I do kinda miss him too.

Tex: Sounds like family to me. Can you not track his scent?

Loona: No. Actually, I’ve been entirely useless in helping find him. And it’s not from a lack of trying either, I feel so worthless.

Tex: Loona, you can’t help it if there’s no scent. Trust me, it’s not your fault.

Loona: Thanks…

Tex: I’m sorry he’s missing. I can ask Bee for help, maybe she can get more people involved, it could help?

‘Every breath, every hour has come to this.’

Loona: Thanks, but, I think it would hurt him more than anything. I’d rather this stay between us.

Tex: I understand, I’m here for you if you want to talk about it more. 

Loona: That would be great.

Loona held the phone close to her chest, hanging onto this moment…

Esme was right, she needed to get over him but-

How could she when he was too perfect? 

‘One step closer.’

~~~Millie~~~

‘I have died every day waiting for you. Darling, don't be afraid. I have loved you for a thousand years.’

As upset as she was that Moxxie didn't tell her about his past, she understood why…

He wanted to protect her, and didn't want to be associated with his past. It made sense, and it didn't change anything between them. Besides, it's not like he hid something important from her. He trusted her…right? 

Her and Sallie Mae were very quiet on the drive back to pride. By the time they made it back to Millie’s apartment, it was far too late to kill Blitzø. They’d have to do it tomorrow.

“Want a drink?” Millie asks Sallie. 

“Like you had to ask?” Sallie Mae immediately got out of the car to join Millie inside. 

The two girls sit at the table with two glasses and a bottle of wine. 

“I guess I shouldn't have expected differently from our parents.” Millie says, pouring her and Sallie Mae each a glass. “I guess I just always hope that they'll change, give him a fair chance.” 

“Look, Ma and Pa will never accept Moxxie. You knew this when you married him.” Sallie Mae says, drinking down the whole glass of wine. 

Millie nods. “Yeah, that's true.”

“If you didn't care then, you shouldn't now. Their opinions don't mean shit.” Sallie says, pouring another glass. “I mean, they liked all your other boyfriends and look how they all turned out.” 

Millie nods. 

“You're right.”

“Of course I am, I'm always right. You and Moxxie are perfect for each other. He has serious attachment issues and you're an attention whore.” Sallie rolls her eyes. 

Ignoring her sister now, Millie starts to think about Moxxie again…

Her beautiful, wonderful husband. 

He really was the only one for her. And damn did she miss him so much! 

She wanted nothing more than to run to him and kiss him again.

She hopes she can…wherever he is. She just hopes he's okay and unharmed.

‘I'll love you for a thousand more.’

~~~Past:~~~

Moxxie has always tried to make her parents like him, because he knew how much it meant to Millie that her parents approved of him.

So, when she left for a weekend to visit them, he felt it was a good time to both surprise Millie and show her parents what a good boyfriend he can truly be. 

Moxxie walked up to the house holding a bouquet of beautiful hell flowers. 

They were her favorites, colored orange and red.

Owen her brother had let him in and before he could ask where Millie was, he and Owen heard Jo and Lynn talking in the kitchen: 

“He's not good enough for Millie, he'll never be.” Jo says. 

“He is awfully frail, and not to mention how annoying he can be. He's got some serious issues.” Lynn says.

Moxxie told her about the fact that he overheard them, how he was about to leave.

“Moxxie, wait.” owen says. 

“Don't tell Millie I was here. They're right, she-she deserves so much better.” Moxxie said to him.

Millie wasn't sure why Owen did it, but he marched up to Millie right after. “Hey, Mills? Your boyfriend is outside for you. You may want to hurry before ma and pa scare him off.” 

Millie ran out there to catch up. “Moxxie!” She hugged him and kissed him firmly. “What are you doing here?” She asks.

“I-well- I was just going to give you these.” He said holding up the flowers. 

She takes them, letting him go. “Oh, Mox. They're lovely.” She says. “You came all this way to give me flowers?” She asks. 

“Yeah…I thought I'd surprise you.” He says. 

“I appreciate that. And I needed it. My parents have been driving me crazy. Ever since they met you, you're all they ever talk about.” She scoffs. “Why can't they just accept the fact that I'm a grown woman who's capable of making her own decisions?” She asks.

Moxxie shrugs. “Parents are complicated.”

“I love you.” She says. “That's all that matters.” 

Moxxie smiles. “Really?” 

“Really.” She says, kissing him again, this time it lasted longer.

They made out for about a minute before Moxxie pulled her away gently. 

“Moxxie?” She asks, confused. “What's wrong?”

“Let's get married.” Moxxie says.

“What?”

“Forget our families, forget all of them! We'll create our own. Just you and me.” He says. “We can get on that elevator and have the best wedding imaginable. Just us.” He says. 

“But-” She thought about it…her parents would never accept Moxxie. Even if they asked, would they even come to a wedding? 

They practically forbid her to pursue this… but they don't get to dictate her life! 

Millie smiles and takes his hand. “Let's go.” She says.

~~Present:~~~

No one could ever be as good for Millie as Moxxie was…

Because she knew, no matter what happens…

They were gonna be okay. 

No matter what has ever happened to them before, they have been. 

Moxxie loves her and she loves Moxxie and that's all that has ever mattered. 

She put the glass down. “We'd better get some sleep. The sooner we do, the sooner we'll find Moxxie.” She says to Sallie. 

‘And all along I believed I would find you!

Time has brought your heart to me

I have loved you for a thousand years.’

She will do anything to make sure he's home and safe once again. 

‘I'll love you for a thousand more!’

~~~Alessio:~~~

‘One step closer…’

“Sir, don't you think you were a bit harsh on Moxxie?” Alessio asks. 

“He has to learn somehow!” Crimson says. “What else would you want me to do? I can't coddle him!”

‘He never could.’ Alessio thought. “What if you let me talk to him? Perhaps I could get him to see reason?” Alessio suggests. 

“You want to try? Be my fucking guest!” Crimson says. 

Alessio kisses Crimson's cheek. “Thank you, Crimson.”

Crimson blushes slightly, but brushes him off. 

Alessio smirks to himself as he walks upstairs to the nursery. He loves to get Crimson all flustered. 

~~~Alessio & Moxxie ~~~

‘I have died everyday waiting for you

Darling, don't be afraid, I have loved you for a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more’

Alessio knocks before entering the dark nursery. The room was destroyed, clearly Moxxie was trying to find a way to get out…or he was legitimately losing his mind. “Moxxie?” 

Moxxie was curled up in a corner. No no no! Not this again! 

Alessio turned on the light as he walked in, closing the door behind him. 

Moxxie couldn't even process what he was doing, he just lunged at Alessio, jumping on his back and biting and scratching him! He had enough of this! And he was going to do whatever he could to get out!

Alessio grunted in pain before hitting Moxxie against a wall, knocking the wind out of him. Moxxie fell to the floor and tried his hardest to breathe again.

Alessio sighs, he hates to hurt Moxxie, but he did what he had to… “Moxxie?”

“Hate…you.”  Moxxie forced out while he was trying to regain his breath.

“Now, I know that's not true.” Alessio says, petting Moxxie’s hair. “Just relax. We only want to take care of you.”

Moxxie finally is able to breathe, he takes a few deep breaths before responding: “I don't need you to take care of me!” Moxxie growled. “I need you to leave me and every other little one alone!” He says. “Nothing you can do will ever change what you've done to me, what you've done to them! What you're doing is wrong, and I think you know that.” Moxxie says. 

“If we let the other littles go, would you stay?” Alessio asks him.

“What?” Moxxie asks, becoming fearful. 

“If we let the little ones go, and never sell another one. Would you willingly stay our little one permanently?” Alessio asks again.

Moxxie's eyes widened. “I…um.”

“It's a simple question, Moxxie.” Alessio says. 

“I- would he actually do that?” Moxxie asks. “Would he let them go if I-” he can't finish the sentence, it was too terrible to think about. 

“Possibly, especially if I asked him to.” Alessio says. 

Moxxie thinks, if he can save the others- it might be worth it… besides, Blitzø and Millie could still save him…if they haven't given up already. “Can I think about it?” Moxxie asks.

Alessio nods. “Very well, you can decide tomorrow.” Alessio says, heading to the door. 

“Can you leave the light on…please?” Moxxie asks, interrupting him.

“I'll do you one better.” Alessio says, he goes over to the dresser and pulls out a night light to plug in. He also sets the crib back on it's feet before he walks back over to Moxxie and Kisses his forehead. “Goodnight, bambino.” He says before leaving and locking the door behind him.

Moxxie exhales. “Thanks…”

Tears fall down Moxxie’s face… where were they? 

Taglist: @todayimfour

I never thought of lambcore! I love that! My goodness 🩷🩵 🐑

I SAW THESE TWO! CANT CHOOSE WHICH ONE MOXXIE WOULD LOVE MORE!

I feel like Moxxie would be a big stuffed animal kid! The kind that always has one, always needs one to fall asleep for nap time, and even names them all and gets upset if you get their names wrong, he even talks to them like actual people and takes such good care of them and gets so upset if he accidentally drops them he starts crying.

Then he apologizes and Kisses them better when he does.

I love plushies so much! Lol

And question!

What names would a 1-3 regressed Moxxie give these little lambs?

Tag: @todayimfour

Father knows best chapter 10: Tough Love

Summary:

Tw: Locking someone in a room, talking about trafficking littles, judgemental parents, keeping secrets, forced age regression. LMK if I should add!

Notes:

Song recommended by: Jocasta_Alowish

"I knew what I had to do

After all, difficult children will take advantage of your good nature. So you lock them up from away the key

There's one on every family tree

Ungrateful

Hateful

Vile too, the things they put you through

Break their spirit so they obey

Now they'll do anything you say

Maybe you'd call it cruel but others would call it love

Tough love

I ask you, is it a crime to strive for perfection in all things?

Oh no, they're so cute when they're little but

Then they grow up and just ruin everything." ~Tough Love, Patti Cake$

~~~Loona:~~~

“Ugh! Why am I so completely useless?!” Loona shouts angrily, throwing a trashcan in the middle of the street.

“Loona, chill out, alright?” Esme asks. Loona dragged her in front of M&M's apartment in hopes of catching Moxxie's scent. It's driving her crazy that she can't help find him.

“Just focus for a moment. What can you smell?” Esme asks. Loona decided that she needed to keep trying to find Moxxie, no matter what and Esme was honestly starting to worry.

“I can smell everything else fine! Just…” She sighs. “Not him.” Loona hugs herself, unsure how to handle how she's feeling about this.

“Well. You're not broken because you can't smell one specific thing. It's easy enough to lose a scent.” Esme says.

“You don't get it! I had to live with that scent for 3 years, I know it! Why can't I detect it?!” Loona shouts. She takes a deep breath,“My abilities are the only reason anyone has ever kept me around longer than a week! This is the reason they keep me around!” She pointed at her nose. “If I can't do this…”

“Loon-”

“If I can't do this, what use am I to them?” She asks.

Esme takes Loona's hand and sits down on a nearby bench. “Come on, Loon. Your dad loves you. Do you honestly think he adopted you just so you can work for him?” She asks.

“Why else would he?” She asks. “That's what hellhounds are for!”

“Well, he could have chosen any hellhound there, but he picked you despite what everyone said. Whatever the reason, he has loved and cared about you, even when you don't always listen or do what hellhounds are ‘supposed’ to do. I don't think that will change…and if it does. You still have me.” She says.

Loona nods, honestly without Blitzø she wouldn't even have Esme…who knows where she would have ended up.

“Loona, your value isn't defined by your species or classification. It's who you are that matters. It'll be okay.” Esme says. “You will find him. And it's not your fault you haven't yet, understand me?”

Loona nods and wipes away a tear. “Yeah.”

“I know it's hard. But it's really not your fault, everything's gonna be okay.” She says.

Loona nods and hugs Esme. “Thanks, E. I needed to hear that.”

Esme smiles and pets Loona’s hair. “Of course, L. I love you.”

Loona smiles. “I love you too.”

~~~Later:~~~

Loona decided if she can’t help track Moxxie with her nose, she could help Blitzø with whatever he was working on.

“Dad?” Loona asks, walking into his office.

“Not now, loonie. I'm very busy with trying to find Moxxie.”

“Yeah…I can see that. Do you want me to get you a drink? Or something to eat?” She asks. “You've been working non stop and…you don’t look…so good.”

Blitzø shakes his head. “I'm fine.”

“But maybe-”

“Loonie, I said I'm fine.” Blitzø says. “Please just-” Blitzø sighs. “Just let me work, okay?”

Loona has never seen Blitzø like this before, it was almost terrifying.

“Yeah…okay.” She says, closing the door behind her since she didn't know what else to do.

God, was she useless.

~~~Millie:~~~

It was getting late…

Millie has been trying non-stop to get a hold of Blitzø to figure out what the hell was going on!

The only one who answered was Loona, who had no idea and only said Blitzø was ‘busy’.

She needed a plan, a lead, she needed something! She's sick of being kept in the dark!

She decided it best to get some rest and then head to pride tomorrow morning…she supposed it was better that way, though she doubts she'll actually sleep.

Why did she ever leave him alone?

She headed to her parents' place for the night, she doesn't feel up to killing Blitzø yet.

~~~~~~~

Millie told her family about Moxxie at dinner, about the Mafia and his family in wrath. She's not sure why she felt the need to, it just sorta slipped out.

“Moxxie? In the mafia?” Buck asks.

“That checks.” Owen says.

“I knew there was somethin about him. I never really liked him anyway, he relies on you way too much.” Lynn says.

“We did tell you he wasn’t cut out for this family.” Jo says. “Claims to be a wrathian but he can’t even wrestle a hellhog.”

“What are you talking about?” Millie asks. “This changes nothin. I'm sure Crimson has him somewhere and I'm going to find him and bring him back home!”

“Millie, you shouldn't stay with someone if they're lying to you.” Lynn says.

“Your mother's right, pumpkin. There are plenty of great guys and girls who live around here who-”

Millie’s hands slam on the table. “How fucking dare you! This family would be so fucking lucky to have him if they’d just give him a damn chance! Moxxie is my husband, I chose him! And last time I checked, I don’t need your permission to do that, and he doesn’t need your approval either! I don’t care if you like him or not, I don't care what he did or who his parents are! He's part of this family! The reality is: I’d trade a lifetime with all of you for one moment with him!” Millie says. “If you can’t accept him for who he is, I can’t accept you for who you are.”

Millie ran out of the house and slammed the door.

“Millie wait!” Owen shouts as he and the other brothers runs after Millie.

Sallie Mae was about to follow, but she turned to her parents. “That's why Millie never visits by the way. I hope yer proud of yourselves.” She says, walking out.

The brothers and Sallie Mae follow Millie who was leaning against one of the fences.

“Millie, I am so sorry. Are you okay?” Buck asks her.

Millie whines away a tear. “M’fine.”

“Are you crying?” Dale asks.

“Shut up.” Owen says to him. “Mil?”

“I just don't know what to do.” Millie says.

“It'll be okay. You'll find him.” Buck says.

“Yeah, you're great at finding things.” Dale says.

Millie ignores dale and keeps talking. “I have a feelin’ his good for nothin father has him, but I can't prove it.” She says.

“Sounds right.” Sallie Mae says. “I don't think Moxxie would just leave without good reason. He's weak as hell, but not a coward.”

“How could he not tell me about what happened to him?” Millie asks. “I've always been there for Moxxie! He should have trusted me!”

“Maybe he wanted to protect you?” Owen suggests. “What you know can't hurt you, right?”

“Maybe…” Millie sighs.

“Look, forget Ma and Pa. I'll drive you home tonight.” Sallie says.

“Seriously?”

“Of course, I haven't read the rulebook but, pretty sure that's what sisters are for.”

“Thanks.” Millie says. Maybe Sallie wasn't so bad after all? Maybe she was wrong about her?

“It's just what I do, being the more well adjusted of the sisters.” Sallie says with an annoying smile.

Millie rolls her eyes. So much for sisterhood she guessed.

~~~Moxxie:~~~

Moxxie couldn’t stand the dark, he hated it! He felt like something happened, like someone got into the room in the middle of the night..and then grabbed him!…then suddenly disappeared.

Like the grim reaper or the boogie man!

The boogie man wasn't real, right?

No, that's crazy.

But, what if the mysterious figure came back? What if they grabbed him again and this time took him someplace awful?

What if they took him to the lake…like Crimson had?!

He couldn't sleep…he had to stay up in case they came back…

So…he stayed up…

All night…

He had to-

He drifted to sleep a few times throughout the night, but every time he noticed, he jolted awake and tried to force himself to stay up as much as possible until the sun came up again.

He recalls a story his daddy told him, it was about the krampus who would collect kids like him and punish them for being bad…

But that was only on sinmas, right?

~~~~~~

Hours later, after the sun was up and the boogeyman was nowhere in sight, the door unlocks and a figure steps inside the room.

Moxxie stands up. “Daddy!” Moxxie wiped away some tears from his puffy red eyes. He reaches for his father desperately, he needs some comfort after such a long night.

Crimson walked in with Alessio. The older Imp raises an eyebrow at the younger rather than giving him the affection he was asking for. “Have you learned your lesson, Mox?” Crimson asks.

Moxxie nods shakily and desperately. “m’sorry, daddy.”

“Say your sorry to Alessio, not me. He's the one you bit.” Crimson says.

“M'sowy, Al.” He says.

“It's alright, little one.” Alessio says, hugging Moxxie finally. “Just don't do it again.” He pets his head.

Moxxie nods. “I promise.” He says.

“Alright, we need to talk to big Moxxie now.” Crimson says.

Moxxie wanted more hugs, he wanted to cuddle and be comforted some more…but if that's what Sir wanted, he had to. “Okay, daddy.” Moxxie says.

Crimson kisses Moxxie's cheek. “Good boy.”

“Wake up, Moxxie.” Alessio says.

Moxxie flinches, feeling dizzy and disconnected suddenly, like last night, he wasn't sure which room he was in…it was very dark and not a room Crimson usually locked him in.

“Moxxie, we need to talk.” He says. “I think it's time you know why you're here.”

Crimson unlocks the plastic case around the light switch then turns on the lights.

Moxxie cowers at first, his eyes were far too sensitive from being in the dark for so long, it took a bit for his eyes to adjust.

He blinks rapidly until his vision is clear, and then he sees it…

It was a nursery…?

There was a crib, a changing table, a little kids book shelf…

He can feel the child inside of him flutter somehow.

Why did Crimson do this?

A hand is placed on Moxxie’s shoulder which causes him to jerk away. “We aren’t ashamed of who you are, Moxxie. We care about you, we want you.” Crimson says.

“W-we?” Moxxie asks.

“Alessio and I, we want you, we love you, Moxxie.” Crimson explains. He emphasizes his point by placing both hands on Moxxie’s shoulders. “We can finally have the family we always wanted.”

Moxxie takes a step back. “Sir, I don’t understand.” Moxxie says.

“As you suspected, Alessio and I are together. We were talking about you and how much we missed you. How much time we lost, all the years we wasted.” Crimson continues, holding Moxxie’s chin. “But, we decided it wasn't too late, we could be a family, the three of us, makeup for all those lost years we could have been spending with you.” Crimson then moved his hand and gently stroke Moxxie's hair.

Moxxie backs away as far as he can before hitting the side of the crib. “I have a family, Sir. I have a wife, and friends. I can’t just leave them to-”

“Moxxie, they don't care about you! Don't you think if they did, they would have been here by now?” Crimson asks.

Moxxie had no answer.

“We love you, Moxxie. We want you here.”

Moxxie looked up at Crimson…

He can't remember the last time Crimson had ever said that.

Could his father really love him?

‘Let this be a lesson, Moxxie. This is what happens when you cross me…’

No…

He couldn't.

And even if he did, Moxxie can't just ignore what Crimson was doing…what he always did! Not even to get the one thing he always wanted.

Moxxie pushes Crimson away. “No! You think I don't know what you've been doing? The suspicious trucks, the secrecy, you're trafficking littles, aren't you?” He asks. He can't let them figure out how he knows, but he doesn’t care what they do to him, he's going to help those littles if he can! And he was not going to fall for his father’s tricks anymore!

Crimson glares at Moxxie. “So, you're not stupid…so what?” Crimson asks.

“Why would I ever be part of a family where they'd treat people like that?! You missed your chance to be my father years ago!” He says.

“Sounds to me he needs a little more time to think about it.” Crimson says.

Alessio nods and the two of them begin to leave.

“No!” Moxxie shouts.

Crimson turns back to him. “You will be staying here whether you like it or not, Moxxie! We will do whatever we have to, even if that means keeping you little for the rest of your life.” He slams the door, leaving Moxxie stuck in the nursery for who knows how much longer.

Moxxie's breathing increases, he runs over to the window to try and open it, but to no avail.

He tried opening the door, but it did nothing…

He pushes his back against the door and curls up on the floor…

Was he never going to escape this hell? Will he ever see Millie again?

For a moment Moxxie considered begging, but that's what Crimson would want.

He couldn't play their game anymore…

He had to get home, had to find Millie.

Oh…Millie.

Notes:

"Our idea for a happy home

Is one where we live all alone

Dark

Depressing

Desolate

Now let's all drink to that

Call us wicked call us mean

Cruel and everything in between

You could say it's unjust

Turning their dreams to dust

This is what we call love, tough love." ~~Tough Love, Patti Cake$

Song recommended by: Jocasta_Alowish

Taglist: @todayimfour

Wow I haven't updated this all year!

Glad I finally got this out.

We only have 4 or 5 more chapters.

Epilogue for IBI: 🦉💜❤️🐎

Summary:

Request by: Otaku178518

"Would you consider an epilouge chapter here of blitzo opening up to stolas about his childhood /and or trauma. I wanna see blitzo get the love and comfort he deserves." TwT

Hope this'll do ❤️💜

Notes:

Not me just forgetting to post this smh 🤦

TW: Cursing, talking about truama, talking about abusive parents, hurt/comfort fic.

This one-shot takes place after Itty bitty imps and before Father knows best.

Stolas sighs to himself as he checks his phone again for messages...

Blitzø hadn't responded to his text at all.

Was he mad at Stolas? Did Stolas say something wrong? Should he text him again? Should he call?

Why can't Stolas do something right for a change? Stella was right, he just fucks everything up!

Stolas went to his room and laid down on this bed for a moment. He had something good with Blitzø...he didn't want it to be over.

After a few quiet moments of self hate and reflection, he gets up again and heads for his desk drawer, he was about to take some of his pills when He suddenly heard a sound.

He looks, and it was Blitzø climbing through his window.

"Blitzø, you're here!" Stolas says in surprise, standing up.

Blitzø climbs up, falling onto the hard floor before immediately standing up to look at Stolas. "Yeah...hi."

"What are you doing here?" Stolas asks.

"I'm sorry about leaving last night...I just, I don't know. Wanted to go home." He says.

"I understand." Stolas says. "It was a rough night for you."

Blitzø nods, holding his arms in his hands anxiously. "Yeah, it was. I didn't want you to worry or some shit, but I also didn't want to have dinner..."

Stolas nods. "I understand, dear. Are you doing alright now?" Stolas asks.

Blitzø holds himself closer...he wasn't.

"Blitzy?" Stolas asks, sitting on the bed and gesturing Blitzø to do the same. "Talk to me please?"

Blitzø sighs. "I'm sorry." He says, Blitzø lays down on the bed next to Stolas.

Stolas smiles at him. "Don't be sorry." Stolas says, petting the imp's head. "You didn't do anything wrong."

Blitzø shakes his head, Stolas had no idea the things he did...

"Do you remember what happened?" Stolas asks.

Blitzø takes a deep breath. "I remember having flashbacks..." he mumbles.

"Of your sister." Stolas nods. "Can you tell me what happened to her?" Stolas asks.

Blitzø shakes his head.

"That's alright." Stolas says. "Do you feel comfortable talking about what happened at Asmodeus's place?"

Blitzø sighs. "Do you think it's necessary to talk about it?" Blitzø asks.

Stolas shrugs. "Well, maybe...? I just want to understand what happened so we can prevent it from repeating in the future." He explains.

"I don't think there was a way to avoid it." Blitzø says. "It's just hard to stay calm whenever I think about her." he says.

Stolas nods. "That makes sense."

Blitzø thinks about it for only a moment, and his breathing was heavy and tears were forcing their way out. He sits up and curled into a ball. "It was all my fault, Stolas! All of it! Mom, Fizz, Barb, I- I didn't mean to, I- Stolas, I-" Tears poured down Blitzø's face, he hated himself! "I didn't-"

"Shh, it's alright, darling. I know, I know." Stolas says, wrapping his arms around Blitzø, pulling him close so he was sitting in Stolas's lap. "It's okay, it was an accident. It's alright." Stolas pets Blitzø's head softly, oddly enough it was helping the imp calm down.

"I ruined her." Blitzø says. "I ruined all them! Why the fuck can't I do anything right?" He asks.

Stolas felt a sharp pain in his chest. "I know how you feel. It's alright-"

"It's not. I can't change what happened. I can't make her understand, and- I can't make her talk to me."

"Perhaps not." Stolas says. "But you can still change. You can make things better for yourself if you will allow it. You can still move on from this."

"What?" Blitzø asks.

"Do you remember what we talked about while you were little?" Stolas asks.

Blitzø shrugs.

"We talked about how it was okay to make mistakes, because everyone makes them." Stolas says. "It's already done, my dear. You don't need to be so hard on yourself. It's not like you meant to hurt them."

"Not everyone makes the mistakes I did, Stolas." Blitzø says. "Not everyone burns their best friend. "Not everyone kills their mother like I did."

"No, but everyone fucks up. I for instance used you and trapped you in a relationship you didn't want, even though I knew better...I'm sorry about that. I was just lonely and...greedy for some attention. I wasn't considering your feelings at all...I was horribly selfish."

Blitzø is starting to remember a little bit of what they talked about, they were all sitting in the playpen and Stolas mentioned being a bad friend... Blitzø was that friend he was talking about?

But, he wasn't a friend, at least not before. "I did steal your book, and put that idea in your head." Blitzø says. "It wasn't your fault."

"Doesn't really justify my actions, Blitzø." Stolas says. "You should be furious with me."

"But, I'm not...I'm just used to that sort of thing." Blitzø says.

"You shouldn't have been! I was no better then the people who hurt you." Stolas says.

"You didn't know." Blitzø says.

"That's no excuse." Stolas says. "I should have just been your friend like I'm supposed to be. I should have just been there for you."

Blitzø turns to Stolas and kisses the bird's cheek. "You are my friend, Stolas. Everyone is a dick sometimes. Don't worry about it."

"I'll be a better friend from now on." Stolas promised. "You know I care about you, right?"

Blitzø nods. "Yeah, I know. I care about you too."

Stolas smiles. "Blitzø, I want to give you all the love you deserve, the love you needed but didn't receive. I hate how they treated you all those years ago."

"I don't deserve it." Blitzø says. "After how I treated Fizz and Verosika...I don't deserve anything."

"You do." Stolas says bluntly. "You deserve to feel loved."

"I don't see why." Blitzø says. "I fuck everything up, I'm a shitty lover, a dick friend, and an annoying egotistical asshole like fizz said. I don't deserve better, and stop saying I do!"

Stolas sighs. "I do hate how you were treated as a child, Blitzy. But I hate how you treat yourself more."

"Well, truth sucks." Blitzø says.

"You keep looking in the past, darling. I see the way you take care of Millie and Moxxie, and especially Loona. You protect them." Stolas explains.

"I'm horrible to them." Blitzø argues.

"You do take care of them despite whatever happens, I've seen it. You take care of them and Fizzarolli aswell." Stolas says.

Blitzø shrugs. "Old habits I guess, I had to grow up pretty fast, had to protect everyone from him..."

"From your father?" Stolas's asks.

"Yeah, he- he wasn't a very good guy." Blitzø explains.

"Ah, yes. I did get that impression." Stolas says.

"Nothing I did was ever good enough for him." Blitzø explains. "He couldn't care less about me or what I did...I guess I never really gave him a reason to...but, parents should love their kids, even when they're not perfect, right?" Blitzø asks.

Stolas nods. "Of course they should, you love Loona, don't you?"

"Yeah, but she is perfect to me." Blitzø says.

Stolas continues petting Blitzø. "And you are perfect to me."

Blitzø shakes his head, he's not perfect. He's not even close.

"Are you alright?" Stolas asks.

Blitzø shakes his head as his eyes water up again. "I'm sorry."

Stolas shushes him in attempt to help calm the imp, he rocks back and forth with Blitzø still on his lap. "It's okay, it's okay. I'm here..."

"I don't want to hurt people...but, I do." Blitzø explains. "

"I know, firecracker. I know." Stolas says.

"I'm just like him." Blitzø says. "I hurt everyone."

"I don't think that's true. But, improvement does takes time, allow yourself that time, and work hard. You can be the person you want to be."

Blitzø knew he was right, it's just hard to imagine him a better person...he doesn't even deserve to be a better person.

"I'm here for you, my little star. I will be here no matter what."

Blitzø holds him tighter, as if Stolas would leave him the second he let go...

"I'm not going anywhere." The bird promised him. "I'm right here."

Blitzø feels calmer when he's with Stolas, he feels as if he's healing. Like he's safe and no one could hurt him...

He's never felt that way before...

And it scared him more than anything ever had...

Notes:

Hope y'all liked it! ❤️🩹❤️🩹

Summary:

TW: Needles/shots, lying, holding grudges, possessive behavior, trafficking.

Biting, yelling, locking someone in a room, scratching, forcing someone to regress, slapping, abuse, fear of dark, child abuse.

Lmk if I should add.

This one's kinda dark ngl.

Notes:

When the sun shines, we'll shine together

Told you I'll be here forever

Said I'll always be your friend

Took an oath, I'ma stick it out to the end

Now that it's raining more than ever

Know that we'll still have each other

You can stand under my umbrella

You can stand under my umbrella." -Umbrella, Rihanna

~~~Millie:~~~

“What has Moxxie already told you about her?” Trixx asks, voice sounding hesitant through the phone.

“He didn’t tell me anything…” Millie hated to admit. “I know she died, and that Crimson was responsible, but he never talked about it.”

“Oh wow…well. I don’t know everything, but I can tell you what I’ve heard…and what I’ve seen.” They say.

Millie waits patiently for Trixx to continue.

“My mother was the oldest of two daughters. Their father was a wealthy businessman who planted some type of illegal substances. He made a lot of money but quite a few bad deals, he fucked up big time when a certain someone threatened his life and business.” Trixx explains. 

“He needed protection, and Crimson’s father needed money, so they made him an offer he couldn’t refuse…

If one of his daughters married Crimson, his business would be protected by the mafia, and they would have money.

Despite the fact she already had a fiancé, Moxxie’s mother sacrificed her happiness for her sister and volunteered to be the one to marry Crimson.

Our mother married her sister’s ex fiancé after Kay married Crimson only to get away from her father… I don’t think our father and mother even liked each other, they only settled because of what happened to Aunt Kay.

Kay needed to produce an heir for Crimson as per their agreement, a future underboss or somethin; so they had Moxxie. We were all born together on the same day. Kay actually left without crimson knowing so the two could be together to give birth at the same time. It was a weird relationship they had.” Trixx explains. “Almost…possessive. But, I suppose if it was Roxxy, I'd want to help her as much as possible.”

Millie starts to think of her own sister, she could take care of herself, but if she couldn't, would Millie be so protective? 

Probably.

“Yeah, our father left when Roxxy and I turned five, then Mama married Kayla’s dad. But, anyway Aunt Kay visited us a lot, mostly to see her sister and reassure her that she was safe, our mom worried about her constantly. They called almost every day.”

“So…what happened to Kay?” Millie asks.

Trixx sighs. “Moxxie visited us one last time for the harvest moon festival... I overheard Mom and Kay talking in the kitchen after Kay had a harsh discussion with Moxxie.”

~~~Past:~~~

“Are you alright?” Their mother asked Kay downstairs.

Trixx was at the top of the staircase listening as carefully as possible so hopefully they won’t get caught.

Moxxie had just gotten in trouble for mouthing off to aunt Kay… he’s been in the spare bedroom for hours.

Whether Kay locked him in there or Moxxie just wanted to be alone, Trixx wasn’t sure. But, He was clearly upset over something Kay said…or something she didn’t say.

Kay nods. “Yeah, I’m alright…I hate to do it, I hate ignoring him, but that’s what works. I don’t know what else to do, I don’t want him to end up like Crimson.”

Their mother shakes her head. “The boy does need proper discipline. But, what he really needs is to get out of that house.” She says.

“Crimson will find us if I leave, Liz.” Kay says.

“You need to get out of there, Kay. Find a safe place, just go as far as you can.” Liz says. “We can make a plan together, I got a friend in gluttony, she can help you-”

“How can I go that far while carrying a nine year old? He can’t run fast enough! We’ll be caught then Crimson will kill me.” Kay says.

“You’ll have to leave him.” Their mother said.

“I could never leave Moxxie behind, he’s my son.” She says. “My world.”

“You may have to. You can come back with help, they’re not the most powerful people, Kay.” Liz says.

“They're more powerful than you think, Liz.” Kay picked up her dishes, put them in the sink, and then went to bed.

~~~Present:~~~

“We never saw her after that visit.” Trixx explains. “We called and called, but Crimson never answered us. We sent letters that never got a response, and we didn’t see Moxxie either except on social media many years later.”

Millie’s heart felt heavy, his poor mother. “I can’t believe he never told me any of this.” She says.

“Millie, can I ask…just how much did you know about this guy before marrying him?” Trixx asks.

Millie thought she knew a lot…

She thought she knew everything she needed to…

~~~Millie, past:~~~

Millie was dating a guy named Bradley before she met Moxxie…actually he was the reason she even met Moxxie again after so long.

Her and Bradly were never meant to be forever, they were just fooling around for a while.

None of Millie’s boyfriends ever lasted long. She was always told she was “too much” and she “drove them away.”

And who knows, maybe she did. Maybe she was too much for people and got “too carried away” like her parents have always told her.

She couldn't help being a little…much. It's just who she is.

She was prepared to never find someone who really wanted to stick around… that is until she met him.

Her and Bradly were taking a walk together after their date. 

Bradly kept going on about sex and how good he is at it and new things they could try- not that he'd ever hear about that from her. 

Because he's only average at best and he wouldn't even let her get a word in the conversation.

She almost completely lost it on him when suddenly she heard a gunshot-

“Get down.” She says, pushing Bradly to the ground. Looking up she sees a smaller imp like herself with a sniper rifle in one of the buildings. “I got this.” She says, releasing Bradly.

She ran up to the building, quickly climbing up to the window and jumped at the imp.

“What the!?”

She tackled the imp to the ground.

“Millie?” Moxxie asks once they met face to face. 

Millie blinked. “Moxxie?” She asks back, climbing off him.

“What are you doing in pride?” Moxxie asks.

“That’s…none of your concern, what are you doing trying to kill my boyfriend?” Millie asks.

Moxxie’s eyes widened. “THAT'S your boyfriend?!” He asks. “Do you have any idea how many people want him dead?”

“I don't give a shit.” She says. . "I dont care if Satan himself wants him dead! I'm still not going to let you get away with it!"

Blitzø is currently struggling with Bradly and calls out for Moxxie. “Little help here?!” He asks.

“Uhm, I should go.” Moxxie says awkwardly. standing up so he can help his boss.

Millie grows angry. “Oh no you don't.” She growled. She pounced at Moxxie again, tackling him and pinning him to the ground again. “If anyone is goin’ to kill my boyfriend, it’ll be me.” She says.

Moxxie struggles against her, but he’s not strong enough to overpower her. 

Then he looks up… “I’m sorry.” He says, kicking a table behind them, causing a vase to fall on Millie’s leg which catches her off guard, she moves off him and Moxxie shoots at the rope connecting the very old chandelier to the ceiling.

It falls on Millie’s head as she couldn’t dodge it fast enough.

Moxxie ran out quickly to kill Bradly, but she would not be so easily defeated.

Her head was bleeding and so was her leg, but she didn’t care; She pulled the heavy chandelier off her and jumped out the window of the building to stop Moxxie in his tracks.

Moxxie had just made it out of the building when she jumped on top of him again, she grabs his gun and points it at him- it’s quickly taken from her however by a taller Imp.

She was much stronger than these two assholes, they had no idea who they were dealing with! She quickly punched Blitzø to get the gun back to point at Moxxie. 

Moxxie had another gun in his jacket, he quickly pointed it at her.

Millie sees that Bradly had run off without her…figures, that fucking coward. 

Blitzø moved out of the way of the two’s stalemate. But decides to watch and see what will happen instead of chasing after Bradly. 

“Sir, the target got away! What are you doing?” Moxxie says, lowering his gun.

“Yeah. It appears he did.” Blitzø says. “What a shame.” 

Millie lowers her weapon too. “You two aren't very good at this, are you?” She asks.

“I mean, usually we're alright.” Moxxie says

“I’m Blitzø, the o is silent.” He says, shaking Millie's hand.

She turns to look at this ‘Blitzø’ person. “uh, hi.” She says in annoyance. 

“What are you doing?” Moxxie asks him. 

“You're not so bad in combat. What's your name?” Blitzø asks her.

“Millie.” She says.

“That was awfully impressive, Millie.” Blitzø says.

“Oh… thanks?” She says, trying not to take the compliment too seriously. 

“Sir?” Moxxie tries to get Blitzø's attention. 

“Ever think of becoming an assassin?” He asks.

“What?” Millie asks. 

“What?! But, sir she just-“

“You have the skills for it and the resilience. We could really use someone like you on our team.” Blitzø says, ignoring Moxxie completely. He hands her a card with their number.

Millie found the offer oddly intriguing, but also, it was weird coming from someone who just tried to take out her boyfriend. Regardless, she takes the card. “I’ll have to think about it.”

“And what about the client?” Moxxie asks in annoyance.

“They’ll get over it.” Blitzø says before turning back to Millie, taking Moxxie's gun back. “I look forward to your call.” He smiled, then left with Moxxie.

~~~A couple weeks later~~~

Millie needed money, her and her roommate could barely make rent every month with the funds they've been getting. And assassins can get decent money if they can get enough kills.

And she’s really good at killing, so she decided and called Blitzø. “Blitzø, I’d like to discuss the job offer.”

~~~~~

Millie and Moxxie hardly talked at all when she started at I.M.P, they’d bump heads every now and then, but for the most part they’d just stay out of each other’s way. 

Any time Moxxie attempted to say anything to her, she'd simply ignore him or respond in a way to make sure he knew they were not friends. 

Until… 

They had to sneak into a fancy gala with ballroom dancing, fancy people, and champagne; not a place Millie would typically find herself in. 

Moxxie however was a pro, he got all the costumes, taught them how to properly drink from a wine glass, and even how to dance or decline a dance properly. 

It was awkward having to work with someone she got so mad at, but she had to pay the bills somehow.

They entered the party in their disguises, and Millie was honestly shocked that she wasn't discovered as a fraud the second they walked in.

She could never fit in with people like this, she was messy and plain. She couldn't talk fancy or walk right! She thought for sure she'd get them caught.

Moxxie looked perfect, blended in with them so well. How did he manage that? 

“Okay, you two dance. I’m going to mingle. Keep an eye out for him, and remember the signal.” Blitzø instructs them both.

Millie and Moxxie give each other a look. Millie with irritation, Moxxie with anxiety. “But, sir, we-“

“Don’t question me, Moxxie.” Blitzø says. “Just do it.” 

Moxxie sighs. “Yes, sir.”

Moxxie turned to Millie, so she took his hand reluctantly; They got to the dance floor and started dancing as what was instructed of them.

Moxxie danced just as well as anyone else in the room, it was…annoying! But oddly attractive also.

“You’re not too bad at this.” Millie says to him.

Moxxie shrugs. “I grew up going to fancy places like this.”

“Where did you say you grew up again?” Millie asks.

“Greed; I was born in wrath, but most of my life was spent at home.” Moxxie explains.

“So, were you homeschooled?” She asks.

Moxxie thinks about it. “I guess, yeah.”

“Well, that explains it.” She laughs.

“Explains what?” Moxxie asks.

“I don’t know, you’re just so…” Millie hesitates.

“What?” Moxxie asks. 

“Well, you’re weird.” She says.

“Oh.” Moxxie deflates. 

“Not in a bad way!” Millie says. “It’s…charmin.” 

Moxxie clears his throat. “Oh, thanks? I think.” 

“I look ridiculous.” Millie chuckles. “I’m not cut out for fancy shit like this.” She says.

Moxxie raises an eyebrow as he looks her up and down. “What are you talking about? You look bea- uh, perfect.” He says.

“Oh.” Millie’s eyes widen as her face reddens further. “Thank you…”

The two of them went quiet for a few more minutes, things were so awkward between them. 

“Look, Millie. I’m sorry I tried to kill your boyfriend, and hit you with a chandelier.” Moxxie says. “It wasn’t personal, I was just doing my job. Can we please work this out so we can start over?” He asks. “We’re going to be working together, we should be friends.”

Millie rolls her eyes. “You think I’m mad at you because of Bradly? I’m not. If I got mad at everyone who tried to kill my boyfriend, I’d always be angry. He gets himself in those situations all the time, I’m surprised he isn’t dead yet!”

“Oh…then. Why are you mad at me?” Moxxie asks.

“It’s stupid.” She says.

“Please tell me?” Moxxie asks. “If I don’t know what it is, how are we going to work it out?” He asks.

Millie shrugs, not wanting to admit the truth.

Moxxie leans closer to her. “I’m sure it’s not as stupid as you think. And if it is, I will take it seriously, I promise.”

“When we first met…you told me you’d visit me. I waited for you every year but…you never did. You just forgot about me.” Millie explains.

“Oh.”

“I was going to ask you for your address so I could send you letters, you were just so different from the other boys I knew.” She explains. “I know we were just kids and it’s stupid and irrelevant now, but-“

“I’m sorry, Millie.” Moxxie interrupts. “I would have visited you, I promise. I thought about you a lot, I just-“ He sighs, “my mom died a few months after I met you. My dad was very protective of me and he didn’t want me to go back to wrath after that. The last time I was there, I was sixteen, and I wasn’t sure you’d even remember me after so long.”

Millie’s eyes widened. “Oh shit. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay, you didn’t know.” Moxxie says.

They danced quietly for a moment.

“Do you remember when I broke my arm?” Moxxie asks.

“Well, yeah, the bone was sticking out of it! Kids were panicking and throwing up, but you didn’t even cry! I was mighty impressed.” She says.

“I kept the cast in my dresser drawer because I wanted something to remember you by…kinda sounds creepy when I say it out loud.” He realized.

“It's not creepy, that’s really sweet actually.” She says. “Didn’t realize I made such an impression.”

“Millie, how can you not see that you’re always the highlight in any room?” He asks. “With such a unique personality and that beautiful smile, your eyes…you're impossible to forget or ignore.”

Millie looks up at him, face redder than usual. She thought she should say something to him, but Blitzø waved at her. “Blitzø gave the signal, there he is.” She says.

They smiled at each other, and the plan was back in motion.

And their friendship was also restored and work became a lot more tolerable. 

~~~~~~~

It took Moxxie months to admit his feelings to Millie, but she knew he liked her, everyone did!

Blitzø made subtle remarks about them constantly, calling them ridiculous nicknames and telling them to get a room.

Even Loona made comments about them, more cynical remarks towards Moxxie about how Millie would never go out with someone like him.

It’s true she’s never dated someone like Moxxie, but there was just something about him that made her feel so genuine, so seen.

But Millie was already with someone else, someone who proved not to be worth her time, and she knew if she wanted to ask Moxxie out, she had to make the first move, and she needed to break up with Bradly.

She walked to the bus stop to head to her own apartment after a long conversation with Bradly. It was pouring outside, and she was soaked without a hood on her jacket. She honestly wasn't expecting rain.

“Millie?” She heard suddenly behind her.

She looks behind her and sees Moxxie holding a black umbrella.

“Oh…hey, Mox.” She says, moving closer to get underneath said umbrella. “Thought you would have gone home with Blitzø and Loona.”

Moxxie shrugs. “I needed some time alone. It's been a long day.” 

“Oh. Should I give you some space?” Millie asks.

Moxxie shakes his head. He moved the umbrella over to Millie to protect her from the rain. “No, you’re okay.”

“Thanks.” She says. “So, why was today such a bad day for you? You've been off your game all day.” 

“It’s the anniversary of my mom dying.” He says. 

“Oh.” 

“Yeah…” he hands her the umbrella and sits down on the bench.

“Moxxie?” Millie asks, sitting next to him.

Moxxie sniffs pitifully. “She didn't send me any dimes.” He covers his eyes and drops his head in defeat.

“dimes?” She asks.

"You know how some people think the dead sends you messages?" Moxxie asks.

Millie nods. "Sure."

“Well, every year since her death, I've found as many dimes as my age every November 6th. But, this year, I couldn't find any.” He explains.

“Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.” Millie says.

Moxxie sighs. “She must be so disappointed in me!” He says. “She never wanted me to kill anyone…at least not for a living.”

“Sometimes you have to kill people.” She says. 

“I guess…” Moxxie says, crossing his arms, obviously not feeling any better.

“If this is how you feel, why did you become an assassin?” She asks.

Moxxie shrugs. “I'm good at it, the same people would die anyway…and everyone has to find a way to survive, working is part of that.”

Millie nods. “Yeah, I get it. I moved here to make a life for myself, but this is the best job I've been able to get. My parents think I'm a complete failure.” She says.

“I know how you feel.” Moxxie says.

The bus arrived and the two of them got on.

“How does your pa feel about your work?” Millie asks once they sat down.

Moxxie shrugs. “I don't know, he wanted me to work with him, but he hasn't been the same since mom died.”

Millie nods. “Ah, I see.”

“What does Bradly think of your work?” Moxxie asks.

“Screw what he thinks, he's a jackass.” Millie says. “A good for nothin shithead.”

Moxxie licks his lips. “You said it, I didn't.”

A few minutes pass with smaller talks of life and the world around them 

Millie learned about Moxxie's true passion for music and theater. 

He was so interesting, she loved that about him.

She talked about home and even shared some of her most treasured memories she had with them. 

He was a very good listener, and made her feel so special, so important. 

Moxxie didn't talk about his childhood much, but instead kept asking about hers. She naturally assumed he didn't have a lot of stories and just found her family entertaining.

“This is my stop.” Moxxie suddenly says, getting up to leave the bus.

“Moxxie wait! Your umbrella.” She holds the umbrella towards him.

Moxxie stops, but he doesn’t take it. “Keep it, I’ll be like Gene Kelly.”

“Who’s that?” Millie asks.

“You don’t know who Gene Kelly is? Singing in the rain? An American in Paris? Summer stock?” He asks, shocked.

She shrugs.

“Oh, Millie. I’m sorry but that needs to change. You have to see at least one of his movies.” He says.

Millie smiles. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, he’s an icon!” He says.

“Okay, I’ll watch one with you. But you have to watch Zombone killer X with me.” She says.

Moxxie smiles. “Alright, deal-“

Millie kisses his cheek. “Bring the movie, we’ll watch both on Friday at my place. Then we can…hang out.”

Moxxie took a step back. “Oh- um, but what about your boyfriend?”

“I broke up with him.” She says.

“Oh…I’m sorry to hear that.” Moxxie says.

“I’m not, I wasn’t in love with him or some shit, plus I have standards.” She scoffs. “I’ll see you Friday, Moxxie.” She says.

Moxxie smiles. “See you Friday.”

He got off the bus, then Millie went home.

That was the start of their new relationship. 

She felt she finally found her equal, someone she could truly love and trust…

But now… She wasn't so sure…

~~~Millie: present~~~

What is she missing? What is it that she can’t understand?

Why did he hide his past from her?

“I have to go.” She says to Trixx before hanging up the phone. 

She closed her eyes, she wished it wasn't true, she wished Moxxie never lied and that she could trust him again without questioning it. 

But she wishes more than anything that he could be here to explain himself…

Tears fell down her face.

She misses him so much. Where in hell is he?! 

~~~Moxxie:~~~

Moxxie started working with the mafia again, doing simple jobs like paperwork, gun cleaning and prepping, and occasionally supervising. 

He didn’t mind this type of work, he’s always been able to handle anything anyone threw at him, he’s honestly just thankful he wasn’t being forced to hurt anyone like he used to.

He used to be primarily in charge of inventory…but Crimson said he wasn’t ready for it yet.

It was oddly suspicious. What is it Moxxie couldn’t see? What was his father scared of him seeing?

It had to be something his father knew would upset him, something…

Or someone. 

“Dad?” Moxxie approached his father after they had returned to the mansion.

“What do you want, Mox?” Crimson asks, making himself a drink and sitting down after a long day of work.

“Why won't you just tell me what they're hauling?” Moxxie asks. “It’s not like I’ll tell anyone.”

“This again?” Crimson asks. “The answer is simple. It's none of your business.” Crimson says.

“Nothing you’ve been doing has made any sense. What is it that you want with me? Is there a purpose? Or are you just looking for control?” Moxxie asks. “If I’m going to be forced to be here, you could at least give me some sort of idea as to why-“

“Do you need to be little, Moxxie?” Crim asks him.

“What?” Moxxie asks, taking a step back.

Crimson sets the drink down and stands up. “You’re getting all worked up, you seem stressed. Maybe you need to relax.” He says.

“I don’t- I- no. I’m fine.” Moxxie answers, rubbing his arm anxiously.

“You sure? You had a long day.” Crim says, gripping his son’s chin.

“I don’t want to regress! Ever!” Moxxie says louder, hoping he’ll get the message. He moves away from his father’s grasp, almost falling backwards from his shaking form.

Crimson grabs Moxxie’s horn, causing him to whimper. “What’s the matter, Mox? You used to beg me to let you regress. Remember?” 

Moxxie remembers a few incidents where he begged his father to let him regress… When it had been a while, Moxxie was at the brink of an emotional breakdown due to the constant headaches, emotional stress, and anxiety he was feeling throughout the week.

After he regressed, he’d suddenly feel a lot better, more relaxed and energetic by the end-

This was not always the case however, sometimes it would lead to what people called: ‘impure regression’ which basically just means ‘baby isn’t happy.’

Of course Moxxie knows now that all regression is valid and pure, and having negative emotions or struggling with flashbacks or bad thoughts while in headspace, does not mean he’s wrong or ‘impure’. He just has emotions, and that was okay.

Usually, when emotions get out of control like this, people slip into their headspace involuntary; but, since Moxxie’s regression is always being controlled, he can’t just slip into headspace if he needs to- it just builds up over time. 

Which causes him unbearable emotional pain.

~~~Past~~~

His father was hosting a party after one of their big heists. Moxxie had helped a lot with this one, killed so many people, got them so much money, he didn’t leave his father’s side… and at the moment, his mind just wouldn’t listen to reason. It wanted to regress and nothing else could help him.

He tried to keep calm during the drinking and the talking, interacting, introductions, smiling, exc- but, he couldn’t take it anymore! His head hurt far too much!

Moxxie hid behind the staircase to try and calm himself down, he had to stay strong for his own sake. 

“He’s here, Crimson.” Alessio says, suddenly appearing in front of him.

Fucking snitch. Moxxie needed to be alone to calm down, why couldn't he see that?!

“What the fuck is going on with you?” Crimson asks his son once he got to him. “You’re supposed to be celebrating, kid.”

Moxxie took some deep breaths, tryingdesperatelynot to cry. “I’m sorry, Sir. I really am. I just- I can’t- I-“

“Spit it out, Mox.” His father spouts harshly. “You can’t what?”

“Please, sir. I can’t do this anymore, can I please just be little for just a little while, please?” Tears fall down Moxxie’s face, he couldn’t face his father as he asked, he just wanted to calm down, but he couldn’t! He panicked and he was stressed the hell out!

Crimson sighs. “For Satan's sake. That’s what you’re so upset about?” Crimson asks. “You want to regress?”

Moxxie nods. “I’m sorry, I don’t want to disappoint you. I just need a break. Please, Dad?”

“It’s that bad, huh?” Crimson asks softly, holding Moxxie’s shoulders.

Moxxie nods again. Tears continue to fall, Moxxie tries to dry them with his sleeve, but it won’t stop as his eyes are pleading with his father for a break. 

Crimson’s voice remains calm and surprisingly comforting. He rubs his arms gently. “Alright, alright. Calm down, Moxxie.” Crimson takes Moxxie’s chin. “Go upstairs, I’ll be up there in a minute to take care of you.”

Moxxie nods. “Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.” He obeyed his father and went upstairs. He just wanted to feel better again. 

~~~

Moxxie waited in his room as Crimson told him to. He continued to try and stop himself from crying, afraid his father may see him as incapable or… ‘unruly’ as he has said in the past.

Crimson showed up and found Moxxie on the bed. .

Moxxie knew Crimson must have been disappointed, and Moxxie wouldn't blame him...he'd never hated himself more if he was honest.

“Mox?” Crimson asks.

“I’m sorry, Sir.” Moxxie says. “I didn’t want to disappoint you. I just-“

Crimson shakes his head. “It’s fine, Moxxie. You worked hard today. You did good, kid.”

“You’re not mad?” Moxxie asks.

“Why would I be mad? It’s not like you can control it, your little dumb brain just wants to be turned off, that’s all.” Crimson says. “If this is what it takes to get your best, it’s fuckin’ worth it.” Crimson says.

Moxxie nods, he’s at least glad his father isn’t upset with him.

But, he hated being little, it was scary and he liked being in control of his own mind; but he couldn’t stand the repression symptoms anymore. It was too much!

Crimson looked him over and kissed his cheek. “Quiet time.”

~~~Present:~~~

Moxxie didn’t want to live like that, where things got so bad he had to be a child again in order to feel better.

That's why he printed out all those breathing exercises, sung to himself so oftem, and tried therapy! He needed to get better in a way that didn't involve regression.

Crimson had too much control… he couldn’t keep letting him have it.

He and Alessio think they can control him, but they can’t!

“Sir.” Alessio walked in, making Crimson release Moxxoe's horn.

“What is it?” Crimson asks.

“He needs another shot before it completely wears off.” Alessio says, gesturing to Moxxie.

“What?” Moxxie asks. This would be the third time they gave him a shot…what was it for?

And why is he only now noticing the way Alessio and Crimson are looking at each other? It was the way Millie’s parents looked at each other...the same way Millie looked when she looked at him.

Moxxie's eyes widen. Were they…?

“The only question is, will Moxxie listen, or are we going to have to do this the hard way?” Crimson asks Moxxie condescendingly. 

Moxxie looks at Alessio, then at Crimson. “What is going on between you two?” He asks, ignoring Crimson's comment. 

“Excuse me?” his father asks.

“Are you two together? Is that why you took me? To make me part of this weird family you're building with him?!” Moxxie asks angerly.

Crimson slaps Moxxie across the face, causing him to hit his head on the floor. “You seriously need to start learning to mind your own fucking business!” Crimson says.

Alessio kneels on the floor next to him: “Quiet time, Moxxie.” he whispers.

~~~Little Moxxie, Alessio & Crimson: later~~~

No, no, pease!” Moxxie begs. “No shot!” Moxxie shouts at Alessio.

Alessio had taken Moxxie to their medical room to give him the shot, thinking it would be fairly simple, and he could give Crimson some time to calm down, but the little was fighting Al with everything he had, which was more than Alessio thought.

Moxxie hissed, scratched, and finally bit Alessio's hand.

“ow!" Alessio yelped. "Moxxie, you’ve been so good lately, why are you being such a brat?” Alessio asks, his voice was calm but his words were mean!

“I’ huwt! Don’ wan it!” Moxxie cries out. “Don’ nee’ it!” he panicked.

“Moxxie, I’m going to count to three, if you don’t comply and take your shot willingly, you will be in a time out. One…two…”

Moxxie backed up. “No!” He cries.

“Moxxie…” Alessio warns again. 

With the little saying nothing and still trying to get away, Alessio sighs. “Okay, that’s three-“

“What the hell is going on in here?” Crimson asks, swinging the door open violently.

“Moxxie is refusing to take his shot.” Alessio explains to him. "He's scratching, hissing, and biting."

“Moxxie, are you asking for a punishment?” Crimson asks harshly, crossing his arms.

Moxxie shakes his head quickly. “No…”

“Then be good and take your shot, now!” Crimson shouted.

Moxxie cries more, but he does as he’s told, he shakily gives Alessio his arm.

He hates shots! They hurt so much! He hates needles!

Alessio takes Moxxie’s arm for a second before pulling him forwards and pricking him in the neck instead.

Moxxie cries out, it hurts worse than he thought it would!

“See, that wasn’t so bad.” Crimson says. “Now, is there anything you want to say to Alessio?” He asks.

Moxxie crosses his arms, he doesn’t want to talk to Alessio, he betrayed him! He stuck a needle in his neck and didn’t say please or sorry. It wasn’t very nice at all!

“Fine, maybe you need a good long time out to think this over.” Crimson says, grabbing Moxxie’s wrist.

“No! M’sowy!” Moxxie says, breathing heavily.

“No, you don’t get to act like this, you know the rules of this house!” Crimson says. "You do not fight me and Alessio."

Moxxie cries, but reluctantly follows Crimson to one of the guest rooms.

Moxxie is shoved in the dark room violently and the door is slammed shut and locked.

“You are not to move until I come back, do not cross me!” His father warns.

Moxxie cries and hugs himself tightly, he looks around the room and it’s nothing but pitch black darkness…

And he’s all alone. 

He wanted his Daddy, or Alessio, or even Chaz to come get him and tell him everything was okay again…

But…

Something was wrong, and nothing would be okay again until he found out what was wrong.

What happened to him? Why was daddy and Al doing this to him?

The darker it got, the scareder Moxxie was... he felt like he couldn’t breathe! His head felt light and cold...

Like he was drowning!

He thought he heard something!

If he was in a better mindset, he may have thought it was the wind...

But, what if it wasn't? He didn't want to die!

He hated the dark!

He clawed at the door, screaming and begging for someone to let him out but to no avail.

He cried harder and harder untill he eventually passed out from it.

~~~That night, Quint and Moxxie:~~~

Quint knew he should probably stay out of this. 

Crimson would kill him if he found out what he was about to tell Moxxie.

And maybe if stu was still there, he'd care but he's lost all meaning in his life. 

Moxxie however has someone left to live for, still had a drive and purpose. 

And he needed to be reminded of why he can't give up.

Quint overheard Alessio and Crimson talking about how they had locked Moxxie up in his ‘new room’ for the night, so he knew where to find him.

He climbed into the window, all the furniture had white sheets over it, to hide what the two had in mind for Moxxie. 

He finds the little one fast asleep on the cold hard floor by the door. 

Quint took a deep breath as quietly as possible, almost changing his mind… but, he grabbed Moxxie and covered his mouth tightly to be sure he wouldn't make any noise. 

Little Moxxie screamed and cried, squirming as he tried to pry his boney hands off him.

Quint pulled out his phone and used type-to speech to say the phrase: “Wake up.” To make Moxxie snap out of it.

He drops Moxxie as he snaps out of it. “Wh- Quint? What’s wrong? What happened?” Moxxie asked. “Where am I?” He asks.

Quint gestures for Moxxie to be quiet, then he gestures for Moxxie to follow him.

Moxxie raises an eyebrow. “Okay…?” 

He follows Quint, who climbed out the window.

He had no idea where he was, but he decided to follow Quint despite not being sure if he trusted the shark…what did he have left to lose?

~~~~~~~

Quint led Moxxie through the yard, near where all the trucks were, passing where target practice was held.

They walked into one of the sheds, Quint picked up a clipboard that held a list of people's names, handing it to Moxxie to look over.

“Who are they?” Moxxie asks him.

Quint signs: “Littles they sold.”

Moxxie’s mouth hung open. “He’s trafficking littles?” Moxxie asks.

Quint nods, and points to the large trucks. ‘We take them from anonymous sellers and sell them to those who can't pass the background checks to adopt their own littles.’

 If Moxxie wasn’t so overwhelmed and shocked, he may have asked more questions. But, only one came to mind: “Why would you tell me this?” Moxxie asks.

Quint sighs, then answers: ‘You’re the one who cares about being good. I just thought you should know.’

Moxxie nods, feeling horrified that people could even do this. ‘Thank you.’ Moxxie signs.

Maybe Quint was a better person than he thought...maybe he did care.

He needs to stop this somehow, needs to help these littles find a way out! He can't let this continue to happen!

Quint nods. ‘Let’s get you back.’ He signs, looking around nervouly.

“We can't! I-“ Moxxie tried to argue. 

‘Don’t make me regret telling you.’ Quint signs, face serious.

Moxxie nods, and follows Quint back to the room he was locked in.

They climbed back through the window and Quint got his phone out and moved it closer to Moxxie to record his voice.

“Wait- no.” Moxxie says, understanding what Quint was asking.

‘Can’t cause suspicion, you need to be little again.’ Quint signs.

Moxxie sighs in defeat and speaks into the phone: “quiet time.”

And it repeats, causing Moxxie to regress once again…

Notes:

"You can run into my arms

It's okay, don't be alarmed

Come into me (there's no distance in between our love)

So gon' and let the rain pourI'll be all you need and more

Because When the sun shines, we shine together

Told you I'll be here forever

Said I'll always be your friend

Took an oath, I'ma stick it out to the end

Now that it's raining more than everKnow that we'll still have each other

You can stand under my umbrella." -Umbrella, Rihanna

@todayimfour

Ooo yess Barbie!!! I love her ❤️

Ty for asking! Now,

How shall I answer this without spoiling too much? Lol

Probably impossible, so let me try anyway! :D

When Barbie took the test, she mocked Blitzø and Fizz's attempts to cheat, saying that it wouldn't make a difference and it's not that big of a deal since circus folk are classified littles all the time.

And she felt there was no way for them to leave the circus anyway.

Her results came out as

60% Guardian

And

40% Middle.

A middle is a regressor who regresses to 10-14. But she only got 40% so that means she didn't need a caregiver.

(( But! I will admit she wasn't at all honest on her test due to Fizz and Blitzø scaring her, so her results basically mean nothing, lol 😆 ))

At 50%, she would require a caregiver. (Which is why Blitzø objected to letting her take the second test, worried she might get another 10% and be trapped as cash's little.) (He may have sensed her dishonesty).

However, since her time, the tests have changed, making it much harder to cheat, and more research has been done since regarding regression and how it works (in their universe).

What people have discovered is that regression can change over the years depending on the person's well-being and experience.

So if she is a middle regressor and not a little, that doesn't mean she will always be a middle.

For example!

Fizz is supposed to be 5 at the youngest but has regressed younger despite this due to feeling more comfortable around Ozzie and feeling safer to match energy with Blitzø who is much younger than he is.

So even though his results said he regresses from 5-8 he actually regresses more from 2-8 which is a longer age range than most regressors seem to have.

So it is possible for Barbie to regress more often or even younger because of what happened to her and the trauma she faced with the fire and feeling betrayed by her brother.

For Blitzø, regression was easily hidden when it had to be, and now that he feels more secure and safer, it's harder to repress it.

His little side feels safe enough to come out and cope with everything that's happening.

So perhaps if Barbie herself is a little, she would have to repress too in order to get a job and support herself. Otherwise, she'd be sent to an adoption center.

And of course, the rehab she was at wouldn't hesitate to send her there, so she'd have to repress as much as possible for her own protection.

Her plot for this isn't fully planned out yet, but I do have a few ideas on what I want to do.

But do let me know what you guys think I should do with our favorite gremlin twins. 😍

Should she be a middle? A little? Both?

Is she a pet regressor? And if she is, why is she a lizard or gecko of some kind...? 🦎

Sorry. Lol

To be honest, my idea for her backstory is probably very different from the show...so getting more comments about how inaccurate my AU is will be soo fun! Lol 😆

Like- hey. I was close enough right?! 😅

Anywayyyyzzzzzz

Give me all your ideas if you want! It'll be a bit until she's in the AU (prolly book 4 or 5) but I should at least have an idea, right?

Summary:

Summery: Stolas and Fizzarolli get along splendidly, but Asmodeus and Blitzø have never really spent much time together, Ozzie decides he wants to change that. (Aka: Part 1 of Asmodeus trying to build a relationship with Blitzø)

Notes:

Takes place sometime before FKB.

Asmodeus 🐔💙:

“Can you draw a consolation on my face?!” Fizzarolli asks Asmodeus that morning.

Asmodeus smiles, sitting up. “Good morning, Fizzgig.” He yawns.

“Good morning, will you draw a constellation on my face, please?” Fizz asks.

Asmodeus tilts his head. “You want a constellation on your face?” He asks.

“Yeah, like…stars and stuff. Lots of them, a galaxy!” Fizz explains. “But on my face!”

“Ah, I see.” Asmodeus loves how creative and spontaneous Fizzarolli is. “Well, I could try but, I’m afraid it wouldn’t be that good.” Ozzie says.

“Oh, well that’s okay!” Fizz says, sounding a little anxious, maybe worried Ozzie didn’t actually want to.

“How about you wait till Stolas and Blitzø get here? Stolas knows everything about stars, I’m sure he’d love to help you.” Asmodeus suggests.

“Oooo, okay!” Fizz says happily.

“Okay, now how about let’s make some breakfast, okay?” Ozzie asks.

“When will Blitzø and Stolas get here?” Fizzarolli asks.

“Same time every week.” Asmodeus says. “By the time you are dressed, fed, and you’ve tidied up the playroom, they’ll be here.”

“Ugh!” Fizz groans. “But that takes forever! I don’t like cleaning!”

“I know.” Asmodeus says. “But I’ll help you, alright?”

“Okayyy!” Fizz says.

Technically Asmodeus could magic it all cleaned, but he thinks it’s good for Fizz to clean after himself, he doesn’t want to end up with a bratty little.

A few hours later Stolas and Blitzø arrive, Stolas holding a very little Blitzø in one of his hands, the diaper bag in the other.

“Stolas!” Fizz shouted, running to the door and opening it. “Can you draw a consolation on my face?!” Fizzarolli asks him immediately.

“Hello, Fizzarolli.” Stolas says in amusement. “How are you doing today?”

“Hi, I’m fine, can you draw a constellation on my face, please?” Fizzarolli asks again. “I got face paint for it!”

“Uhm, well-“ Stolas looks to Asmodeus for permission, he doesn’t want to agree unless he’s okay with it.

“It’s okay.” Ozzie says to him, catching Stolas’s look and smiling. “Fizz has been obsessed with stars lately, he wanted an accurate depiction and I told him you were the best person to ask about that. I hope that’s alright.” Ozzie says.

Stolas smiles. “Oh, I see. Alright then.” Stolas says, setting Blitzø on the couch, and the diaper bag on the floor next to it. “I’d be happy to if Ozzie doesn’t mind watching Blitzø for a few minutes.”

Asmodeus was about to respond when Blitzø jumped back into Stolas’s arms. “No.” He says, wrapping his arms around the owl’s neck.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry, Blitzy, I won’t leave.” Stolas promised, gently rubbing the Imp’s back. “Fizz, how about you bring your face paints in here so Blitzø can watch?” Stolas suggests. “Would that be okay, darling?” Stolas asks Blitzø.

Blitzø nods.

“Okay!” Fizz says, running to get his makeup box.

Stolas set Blitzø on his lap. “I promise I’ll be careful.” Stolas says to Ozzie.

Asmodeus was a little lost in thought based on what just happened, he didn’t realize what Stolas said. “What?”

“With the face paint. I’l be careful not to get anything on the furniture.” He says. “I’m very precise.” He promised.

“Oh. Of course. Don’t worry about it.” Asmodeus says.

Asmodeus forces a smile at Stolas before it fades…

He doesn’t want to feel jealous over something so small, but he can’t help it.

Why is it that Fizz and Stolas get along, but Blitzø can’t even be in the same room alone with him?

~~~Later~~~

“And…there. Done.” Stolas smiles, putting the finishing touches on Fizzarolli’s face. “What do you think?” He asks, holding up a mirror.

Fizzarolli looks in the mirror and gasps. “I love it! Ozzie look!” Fizz shouts.

Asmodeus smiles. “You look beautiful, froggy.” He says. “What do you say to Stolas?”

“Thank you, Stolas!” Fizz says, hugging Stolas with his mechanical arms.

“You’re very welcome, Fizzarolli.” Stolas says. He turns to Blitzø who was still on his lap. “What do you think, Blitzy?”

Blitzø smiles. “Mm’ good.” He says, looking at Fizz’s galaxy painted face.

Stolas kisses Blitzø’s head. “Thank you for being so patient, darling. Should we get you some face paint too?” He asks.

Blitzø shakes his head.

Stolas chuckles. “Alright, you two go play.” He says, setting Blitzø down.

Both boys agreed and left to play in the playroom.

“You know what I’ve noticed?” Asmodeus asks.

“No. What?” Stolas asks.

“You get along so well with Fizzie, while I have yet to make a single connection with Blitzø.” Asmodeus explains.

“Oh.” Stolas says.

“Why is it we never made a single connection?” Asmodeus asks.

“Well, it’s honestly not that hard to believe you two haven’t…connected yet. Both Fizzarolli and I are very extroverted and socially active individuals, and I’ve watched him a couple times before we really connected. You and Blitzø are…well…” Stolas takes a moment to decide how to say this nicely…

“What?” Asmodeus asks, crossing his arms.

“Well, I wouldn’t exactly call you two friendly…or trusting of…anyone. Ever.” Stolas says hesitantly. “You’re both rather stand off-ish and you both tend to remain as secluded from others as possible.”

“I am very friendly!” Ozzie argues.

“Oh? Then how come you never start a conversation with Blitzø? Hm? You’re nice to people, you make people feel things, mostly you make them feel lustful or- you know- intimidated.” He coughs. “But, you don’t really seek out friendship. You’re authoritative and pick and choose who to be genuine with.”

“That’s not-“

“And you’ve only been genuine with two people out of the thousands you know, and that’s counting me and your boyfriend.” Stolas explains.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” Asmodeus scoffs.

“It’s not a bad thing. I am only explaining what I’ve observed.” Stolas says. “I’m sorry if I offended you, I didn’t mean to. Sometimes I can be so… blunt.” Stolas explains.

“No, you didn’t. It’s fine. I like that you’re blunt. So, you’re suggesting I should make an effort to be nice to Blitzø?” He asks. “Be open with him?”

“Oh, no no no, that’s not what I’m saying at all! Blitzø does not like when people are too forward or overly nice to him- believe me!” Stolas says.

“So, what should I do?” Asmodeus asks.

“Just start doing small subtle things to make him happy, give him treats, or play with him, but don’t touch him, let him come to you, unless you want to get bit, hissed at, or scratched. Sooner or later he’ll start to trust you, then you may make small efforts to move forward in your relationship. But, you have to stay at his comfort level! That’s very important.” Stolas explains.

Asmodeus chuckles. “Are we talking about Blitzø here, or a housecat?” He asks jokingly.

Stolas nods seriously. “Mhm.”

~~~A week later:~~~

Asmodeus thought a lot about what Stolas said. He wanted to show Blitzø that he cared about him and wanted his friendship…but how? How does he approach someone so stand-offish like Blitzø?

Then he thought of something. Something of a grand gesture, but simple enough to avoid overwhelming him. And something Fizzarolli can indulge in aswell.

He makes a few calls and prepares for this weekends surprise…

~~~~~~

The day finally came. The big surprise was ready, and the weekend was over.

Fizzarolli was already excited, Ozzie told him there was going to be a surprise and he couldn’t wait to find out what it was!

“What’s the surprise, Ozzie?” Fizzarolli asks.

“Be patient, Fizzy.” Asmodeus says.

“I can’t! It’s too hard!” Fizz complains. “I need to know or my head will explode!”

“Did you tidy the playroom today?” Ozzie asks.

Fizz hesitates. “Don’t change the subject!” Fizz says. “I need to know!”

“Go tidy the playroom, I promise when they get here I’ll tell you all.”

Fizz groans. “Fiiiiineeee!”

Asmodeus chuckles, Fizz is so cute.

~~~~~~

There was a knock at the door, so Asmodeus let Stolas in, he was currently carrying a regressed Blitzø in his arms.

‘It couldn’t be more perfect.’ He thought.

“Stolas, come in.” Asmodeus says.

Fizz ran at them full speed. “They’re here! Tell me now?!” He asks, sounding a bit younger than before.

“In a minute.” Asmodeus says.

“Hello Asmodeus. Hello, Little one.” Stolas greeted as they walked in. “I’m sorry we’re late.”

“That’s fine. How’s my favorite owl and his adorable baby doing?” Ozzie asks.

Stolas shrugs. “Fairly well, I suppose. We had a bit of a rough morning, but we got through it. Isn’t that right, Blitzy?”

Blitzø didn’t answer, just hugged Stolas tightly.

Asmodeus frowns. “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Ozzie has a surprise for us, Blitzø! Are you excited?” Fizzarolli asks.

Blitzø shrugs, he doesn’t want to talk.

“A surprise?” Stolas asks Asmodeus worriedly.

“I promise it’ll be great.” Ozzie says.

Stolas hesitates for a moment, but nods. “Alright.”

“Are you ready?” Ozzie asks the three demons.

“Yes yes yeeeasssssss!” Fizz shouts and jumps up and down.

“I suppose…” Stolas says.

“Everyone, close your eyes.” Ozzie instructs.

Fizzarolli covers his eyes, and Stolas covers Blitzø’s for him.

Asmodeus opens a portal and takes Fizz and Stolas’s hands to lead them through it. “Move forward, Fizz.” He instructs gently.

He does, he was a little nervous but he happily didn’t fall.

“Alright,” Ozzie says. “You can open your eyes now.” Ozzie says.

Stolas removes his hand away from Blitzø’s eyes.

Blitzø looks around and gets nervous, realizing they’re in public.

“It’s okay, no one else is here.” Ozzie says. “I paid the owners a pretty penny for the store.” Asmodeus explains.

Stolas smiles but raises an eyebrow. “May I encounter why?” Stolas asks.

“So the littles can pick out whatever toys they want.” Asmodeus says.

Blitzø still feels nervous, so he hugs Stolas tight. He knows Stolas would protect him.

“It’s okay Blitzy.” Stolas whispers to him. He looks up at the blue feathered demon. “Asmodeus.” Stolas says. “This is an amazing surprise. Thank you.”

“Yeah! This is cool!” Fizzarolli says. “It’s like it’s abandoned and spooky!”

“You can pick out anything you want, frogger.” He says to Fizz, nuzzling and kissing his head. Ozzie then turns to Blitzø, “that goes for you too, alleycat.” He says, booping the little one.

Blitzø smiles slightly, but still holds Stolas tightly.

Fizz was super enthusiastic, picking out a bunch of toys.

“Okay, Fizz. I’ll tell you what, you can get five toys, we want to save some for the other kids, right?” He asks.

Fizz frowns. “Aw, no fair.”

“It’s plenty fair, bub.” Ozzie says. “No more whining now, okay?”

“Mkay.” Fizz says. Now going through the toys and picking them more carefully. He needs to pick the best ones!

Blitzø on the other hand was surprisingly uninterested in the toys. Stolas took him to see the horses and the pirate toys, but Blitzø was still sad from having such a rough morning.

“I’m sorry, Blitzy.” Stolas says, rubbing the little one’s head. “I’m sorry you had a rough morning, I was hoping spending time with Asmodeus and Fizzarolli would cheer you up. Maybe it would be better if we just went home?” He suggested.

Blitzø looked up and gasped suddenly, his entire body went from melancholy to lively and enthusiastic. “Asauwas!” He shouts and points at the object that got his attention.

Stolas turns and points at the stuffed dinosaur covered in feathers, assuming that’s what Blitzø was talking about. “This?”

Blitzø nods. “Isa’ Sauwas.”

“It’s a saur-us?” Stolas asks, handing Blitzø the toy.

Blitzø shakes his head. “Souwas. Is you!” He explains.

“Are you saying Stolas, little one?” The bird asks the imp, confused.

Blitzø nods. “Sauwas.” He says, holding up the plushie.

“You’re saying that is me?” Stolas asks.

Blitzø nods. “Asawas.” He hugs the dinosaur toy tightly, overwhelmingly happy with his find.

“Blitzy, do you think I’m a dinosaur?” Stolas asks, giggling.

Blitzø looks at Stolas, then at the toy. It has feet like Stolas, it felt like Stolas, it’s covered in feathers, and dinosaurs are tall just like Stolas…he saw no difference. “Ya, a di’o Sauwas.” He nods.

Stolas chuckles, nuzzling Blitzø lovingly. “Blitzø, you are quite the adorable little Imp. Do you know that?” Stolas asks.

Blitzø shrugs. “Mtay.”

“Let’s show Asmodeus what you found and tell him thank you, hm?” Stolas suggests.

Blitzø didn’t respond, just hugged Stolas and Stolas the dinosaur tightly.

When they caught up to Fizz and Asmodeus, they watched as Fizz anxiously looked at the seven toys he picked out.

“It’s too hard, Ozzie!” Fizzarolli says. “I don’t think I can choose only five!” He complains.

“Okay, okay.” Asmodeus sighs. “You can take all seven.” He says. “But only because you’re the most adorable little ever.”

“Yay!” Fizz cheers. “Thank you, Daddy!” He says, hugging Asmodeus and nuzzling his face.

“You’re welcome, Froggy.” He chuckles.

Stolas gave Asmodeus an amused look.

“What?” Asmodeus asks.

“The word sucker comes to mind.” Stolas teases him.

“Oh please, like you wouldn’t do the same for Blitzø?” Ozzie asks, hands on his hips.

“I’m….a little better at saying no.” Stolas says, hesitantly.

“You have to be with the little you got.” Asmodeus laughs. “Did you pick something out, Allycat?” Ozzie asks Blitzø.

Blitzø nods, showing Asmodeus the dinosaur.

“Ooo that is a very nice dinosaur, Blitzø.” Asmodeus says.

“Is Stowes.” Blitzø says.

Asmodeus looks at the toy, then at Stolas. “Yeah, I see it.”

Stolas glares at Asmodeus before turning back to his little one. “Can you say thank you, Blitzy?” Stolas says.

Blitzø was scared, he didn’t want to-

“That’s okay, I know you appreciate it, Blitzø. You don’t have to say anything.” Asmodeus winks at Blitzø who smiles at him.

Stolas coughs. “Sucker.”

“You’re not calypso, you’re chili.” Asmodeus accuses. “You’re too Cheeky.”

Stolas gasps dramatically. “I am not cheeky!”

“Are to.” Asmodeus says.

“Am not.” Stolas says. “In fact, I won’t even respond because I am not a child.” He says poshly.

“Cheeky.” Asmodeus says.

Blitzø and Fizz giggle.

It’s safe to say Blitzø’s feeling a bit better.

Notes:

Hope you liked this short. This has been in the works for a while lol 😆

As someone who isn't a huge fan of stella....I kinda...fully agree with this. Lol.

I personally would love to see Stella get redeemed as a character. Making something happen to her to see the error of her ways and let her and Stolas see eye-to-eye. I'd actually love it. And I'd love to see her be a mother and a real person. Not just a huge B. (We got plenty of those on this show.)

I know it's more than common rn to see villans "redeem" themselves, and I'm personally not a fan of that trope because apologizing isn't always enough, and most of the time- its just not. But, I think it could work for Stella.

She grew up used to getting her way all the time and being downright spoiled,

She was forced to marry someone she didn't even want,

She doesn't understand hard work.

I think Stolas could understand that and maybe not forgive her, but at least understand her.

If something happened to her, like if she lost everything and was forced to overcome something awful, I could see her learn to be a better person and understand the error of her ways. (Just my opinion. I think it would be cool to see)

I love striker, ❤️ soooo much! He's the perfect villain because while he's not a great person, he's not wrong about the hierarchy. At all.

And with him hating blue bloods so much, I totally get why people ship him with Stella.

I personally don't, but I'd support it, lol.

A princess and a cowboy? That's pretty cute.

Long rant, I'm sorry. I just love this show, lol

Personally, I think Stella could be both like Striker.

Being 50/50 Age regressor/Caregiver.

Regressing from ages: 5-7

Adorable spoiled brat 💕

Awwe.

(Her family being so high and mighty that they can literally pay someone to fake the results or even pay people to turn a blind eye on it. While Striker struggled and had to hide out to avoid being forced into the little/caregiver roles.)

Duuuuuude! They could take care of each other! And be best friends when little!

Imagine little Stella begging caregiver striker to have a tea party with her!

Or Caregiver Stella trying to calm striker down while he's running around and wreaking havoc because he's just not used to following rules.

🦚🌷 🔥🐎

Okay, I'm kinda sold on the idea now, lol 😆 😅

Should I make a full headcannon post about them now?

ooo interesting question. Had to think about this one for a bit.

I personally see Chaz as a neutral...but I do see some caring tendencies from him... somehow?

I'd say he's:

60% Neutral

40% Caregiver

This makes him qualified enough to be a certified caregiver without the role being forced upon him.

So he's a Neutral with caregiver tendencies.

Chaz wants to take care of people but shuts those urges down for his own selfish gain. He was taught to think of himself only, so thats what he does.

He likes to put on a cool guy facade so people won't think he's weak or incapable of doing more dangerous jobs, and he wanted to join the mafia to make some decent money.

Chaz wants to be taken seriously but has a desire to be close to people.

He wants to feel loved and appreciated, he wants to take care of someone, but he never seems to stick to them. Everyone found him annoying or he'd get bored, so he kept moving from person to person.

Everything in exes and oh's is cannon in my Au, so Chaz still abandoned Moxxie, which is a very uncaregivery thing to do. But, you can see him hesitate before making the decision to leave, deciding he needed to take care of himself and ignore his urge to take care of Moxxie and help him.

Is he an asshole? Yes. But my AU belives in giving everyone equal unnecessary depth...and truama.

But anyway, what do you guys think? How would you fit Chaz into the AU?