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After the beautiful animation they made for the chapter 4 club dancing scene, I commissioned @anewp0tat0 once more to bring this moment of chapter 9 to life, with Stolas sleeping on the couch guarded by Tuna Sandwich while Blitz works quietly on the dishes.

It turned out so beautiful and soft 🥺😭 thank you so much, Pota, for all the care and love you put into this piece! ❤️

Some close-ups/a little snippet from chapter 9 under the cut:

And ever since I wrote Blitz and Stolas dancing along to Dancing Queen in chapter 4, I knew I wanted to see that moment come to life in the form of fanart. I wanted to see the sheer queer joy of Stolas singing, and dancing, and shining in Blitz's arms under a thousand rainbow lights.

Soooo I decided to commission @anewp0tat0 for an animatic, who, boy oh boy, delivered. The result is exactly what I had in mind and so much more. I really have no words to describe how much I love it. It's even timed with the song! It includes so many details from the fic! And it's like you can see Stolas through Blitz's eyes, and see just how perfect, and beautiful, and otherworldly he is. Truly, how could Blitz not fall in love with this man?

Just... *shoves the blorbo in everyone's faces* Just look at him. Looooook at himmm!!!!!

Thank you so much again to @anewp0tat0 for making this scene come to life in such a perfect way. I will cherish this animatic forever and always 🥹😭❤️

Screenshots of my favourite moments below the cut!

Oh fuck yes 🥵 this ask awakened something primal in me so I wrote you some smut. Enjoy—

You pick Blitz's dialogue option, we draw and write. Will Blitz be able to romance the cute, tall bird behind the Hellbucks counter?

Make sure to read part 1 first, if you haven't already!

Part 1 | part 2

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“I’m afraid I don’t remember your name. Would you refresh my memory so I can write it on the cup?”

Blitz took in the tiny glasses perched atop a fine beak, and the big, curious, friendly eyes that regarded him from behind them. His gaze lowered to the mess of feathers poking out of the guy’s shirt—so easily grabbable, he mentally noted—and then to the cup held expectantly in a small, slender black hand.

“Hmmm.” He smirked. “Name’s Blitz, but, y’know, I actually think the cup’s cute enough to deserve its own name.”

“O-Oh?”

As Blitz squinted at the thing, taking it in from different angles, the climbable bird gave him a puzzled look.

Still, there was amusement in that posh little voice of his as he said, “I did not realize object-naming was such a serious matter.”

“Oh, yeah, super fucking serious. Life-or-death, really,” Blitz mumbled, absent-minded. Then, snapping his fingers— “Okay, okay, alright—I got it. He’s an Emergency Condom,” he declared, and smiled triumphantly up at the owl.

Four wide eyes blinked slowly down at him. The corner of that thin mouth twitched tentatively up. “Emergency… Condom?”

The guy looked around, as if checking that the other patrons weren’t paying them any mind. There was a pretty flush blossoming on his cheeks.

“Yeah! I mean, just look at it. It’s got Emergency Condom written all over it,” Blitz said with a cheeky grin, and even though the bird covered his growing blush with a hand, Blitz caught a glimpse of a smile twitching underneath. “It just fits!”

“Mhhm.” The owl tittered, fighting hard to compose himself. His eyes were still crinkled with amusement when he said, “Does it, now?”

“Yessir,” Blitz said proudly, and his smirk was mirrored back at him as those owlish eyes trailed down to examine the object in question, as though the guy was seriously assessing Blitz’s cup-naming skills.

Blitz watched as long, elegant fingers trailed down the length of the cup with a new sort of intention. He tracked the light press of the heel of that palm against the curved side of the cup, and felt his blood rush south when the bird very slowly curled his slender fingers around it and gave it a steady stroke.

“That’s… quite remarkable, I must say.” The guy lowered his voice into a private tone. “After all, we do pride ourselves on the size of our cups, here at Hellbucks.”

Those big eyes met his again, and, fuck, it was probably the most unwise decision his dick had made in a while, but Blitz needed to get in this owl’s pants like right fucking now.

Refusing to let his horny game be one-upped, he toned up the cheekiness a notch, saying, “Oh, do you, now?”

The bird seemed to like that, if the low chirp he released was any indication. “Indeed. Their depth and… girth… are not something you can find at just any coffee shop.”

Was it just Blitz’s imagination, or were the feathers around his neck… puffing up? Blitz couldn’t tell, but the thought had him contemplating just how warm the skin underneath must be.

“Well,” Blitz started with a smirk, and leaned forward on the counter, tail quivering when the bird inched closer to him as well, “I can tell ya I don’t disappoint, birdie.”

Desire, suddenly raw, flared up on those big red eyes, and a fine beak parted slightly with a measured breath.

Just when Blitz was about to grab a handful of those unruly chest feathers, though, someone behind him pointedly cleared their throat.

A surprised hoot came from above him as the owl quickly straightened and apologized to the line of people queuing behind Blitz. A good call on his part, probably, considering Blitz’s fingers were already grazing his flintlock handle, itching to get rid of the problem in a much less diplomatic way.

“Um,” the bird mumbled, his fluffy cheeks ablaze as he waved at an empty table in the corner. “Y-You can sit down, if you want. I’ll bring you your order shortly.”

“Okie dokie.” And Blitz winked at him, allowing himself a moment to bask in the hooted giggle the bird hid behind his hand before walking up to the table.

It was only after he sat down that he realized he’d never gotten the bird’s damn name. He should probably remember it, what with the guy being demon royalty, but all he had was an echo of a memory that refused to morph into actual syllables he could pronounce.

Luckily, it didn’t take too long for the guy to walk up to his desk.

Before he could ask, though, he was immeditately distracted by the frankly beautiful—if barely readable—calligraphy with which the words Emergency Condom had been written on the cup, followed by a single, outlined heart.

“Hey. I—I’m terribly sorry about that,” the owl said, infinitely tall next to the tiny desk. “I should’ve realized there was a queue.”

Blitz roved his gaze up, from those rogue thick chest feathers to the hand nervously pushing away a strand of hair, and settled on the flickering eyes that watched him from behind small framed glasses.

“Hey, all good,” he said, only half-distracted by the mental image of getting those pretty glasses all fogged up. “Don’t sweat it, uh…”

“Stolas,” the bird offered, catching on. “You said you were… Blitz, right? Didn’t your name have an O at the—?”

“Yeah, it’s silent now,” Blitz quickly cut in, absolutely not wanting the conversation to go there right now. “It’s Blitz.”

“I see.” The bird took this in, and his expression, though still profoundly blushed, settled on a friendly, dreamy smile. “Well, Blitz. I… I hope you enjoy your drink.”

That was usually the line baristas gave before retreating, but Stolas lingered, watching Blitz with eyes that were hooded—expectant.

“Uh...”

As always, you pick Blitz's dialogue option, we draw and write. Will Blitz be able to romance the cute, tall bird behind the Hellbucks counter?

Part 1 | part 2 | part 3

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“Uh...”

“Hey, quick question,” Blitz blurted out, and swore Stolas’ glazed eyes followed every movement of his mouth. The bird gave an inquisitive, distracted hum, and Blitz smirked. “Do you do take-out?”

Stolas blinked. And again, his gaze finally finding Blitz’s as his dreamy smile faded. “Um. Yes, we—yes.” He strsightened a little. “Would you… I mean, is there anything you’d like to… um.” Stolas’ squawky speech cut with a gulp when Blitz dragged his hand across the table and grazed his fingertipss to surprisingly soft, black knuckles.

“Yeah. You see,” Blitz started, lacing their fingers loosely, delighting in the twitch Stolas’ hand gave under his, “I’ve heard you guys serve this special, off-menu drink I’d like to order.”

“O-Oh?”

“Mhm.” Blitz licked his lips. “I’ve heard it’s the tallest one you have. Fluffiest one, too.” As he spoke, he ogled the bird slowly, pointedly, going from his long, quaky legs to the thin waist highlighted by a tightly-tied apron, then to the messy chest fluff and puffed neck feathers. As his eyes settled on Stolas’ bewildered, flushed expression, Blitz allowed his tail to swish and lowered his voice into a thick, husky sound. “It’s definitely the hottest drink ‘round these parts, which is why I’d like to take my time savoring it.”

“I-I—” It seemed impossible, but Stolas’ flush deepened. The bird slipped his warm hand from under Blitz’s to tug at the neck of his shirt, causing another button to come loose and making more of those enticing chest feathers spill out. “I think—we can definitely arrange that, yes.”

Blitz was sure he didn’t imagine the way Stolas’ knees pressed closely together, like something was going on between his thighs that required his thighs to clench.

The lack of a bulge had Blitz wondering just what awaited under that tight apron. Whatever it was, as long as he could put his mouth on it, he was sure he could make it work.

“I’ll just have to, um, make sure the drink is ready to go.” Stolas tripped adorably over the words, but that didn’t deter him from playing along. “It should be ready in around… half an hour?” he said, glancing at the fancy clock on the wall. “Would that work for you?”

Blitz grinned. “Sounds perfect, birdie,” he purred, and had to stop himself from grazing that long leg with the tip of his tail as Stolas straightened to his full height.

He wanted to keep flirting, just to see what other sounds the owl would make. But when he caught Stolas eyeing the counter and the two customers already waiting in line, he took pity on the guy. Demon royalty or not, he seemed keen on being a decent Hellbucks employee.

So Blitz gave him a final smirk, said, “See ya then, handsome,” and grabbed his cup to take a sip as he watched Stolas begrudgingly step away.

As soon as Stolas’ back was to him, he frowned down at his cup. What the fuck had he ordered? He eyed the poster on the wall, taking a painstaking few moments to read the text under the giant cup, and felt his blood drain. It was an ad for their newest XXL cup size, not for a specific drink.

As it turned out, they did pride themselves on the size of their cups here at Hellbucks, and, like the clown he was, Blitz had ordered absolutely nothing.

Oh, well. Whatever beverage Stolas had served him had coffee in it, at least. And pumpkin spice. And… something that tasted suspiciously like mint.

Ugh. Whatever. It was tolerable enough for Blitz to power through.

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The minutes ticked by painfully slowly. Blitz checked his phone, stared out the window; snuck a glance at Stolas to watch him work, wanting to get another good look at those slender hands—those long fingers that waved around as he talked to customers like each movement was meant to conjure magic.

Just as Blitz trailed his gaze up to watch Stolas’ mouth move as he spoke, the bird glanced his way and caught him staring.

Stolas’ eyes widened, and he flushed a pretty pink. He quickly turned his attention back to the customers, but stole another glance at Blitz, and he visibly fumbled his words when their gazes met again.

Naturally, this meant Blitz had no choice but to let his gaze trail in Stolas’ direction every couple of minutes. Just to fluster him a li’l; watch his feathers quiver and puff.

Half the time, Stolas was already looking at him. Still, he was always the one to blush, smiling to himself and pushing back the feathers at his temples with long, clumsy fingers.

Blitz’s smirk, at first a teasing attempt to see just how deep Stolas’ flush could get, turned slowly genuine as he bit back his chuckles and shook his head in fond dismay.

When the queue died down again, Stolas walked around the cafe to pick up the trash and clean the empty tables.

On his way past Blitz’s corner, the owl beelined in his direction—casual, non-committal, trying to act like he wasn’t trying to walk past Blitz’s side.

So Blitz took a sip of his drink, not reacting as the bird approached. Then, in the split second before Stolas rushed past, he angled up the tip of his tail to stroke the smooth heel of Stolas’ talon.

The feeling of fanning tail feathers brushing his sensitive spade traveled through him like lightning.

Stolas didn’t turn back to look at him—didn’t falter in his steps—but Blitz didn’t miss the way his feathers quivered, and swore he could hear a sharp intake of breath over the loud ambience of the cafe.

Somewhere between thrilled and unbearably horny, Blitz watched the owl return to the counter and start making another drink.

Stolas didn’t look at him again—not at first. He focused on the task at hand, and so did Blitz, so mesmerized by the movements of Stolas’ hands that it took him a whole five seconds to register the purposeful way in which Stolas was stroking the cup.

When Stolas did look his way, an amused smirk tugged at his beaky mouth.

Blitz must’ve looked like a complete idiot. He was pretty sure his fly was about to burst, and could feel a string of drool threatening to escape the confines of his open mouth.

Stolas looked down again, then back up at him, all the while handling that cup like he was trying to edge it to Heaven and back.

Blitz had to take a big gulp of coffee just to hide his flush. Then, thinking better of it, he let the drink splash his lips, and—checking that Stolas was still watching—lowered the cup to lick them slowly clean of foam, showing off just a fraction of his tongue’s true skillet.

Stolas’ hooded eyes traveled from his mouth to the clock on the wall—then widened. He handed out the last of the drinks and disappeared behind the staff door, which swung open again as an imp walked out to take his place.

It couldn’t have been more than three minutes before Stolas walked back out—and yet he was almost unrecognizable.

Gone were the green little apron and the baggy beige shirt underneath. In their place were a pretty, elegant grey blouse, half-unbuttoned to let the chest fluff overflow, and skimpy, high-waisted maroon shorts that seemed designed specifically to trigger Blitz’s instincts to gnaw at his thighs.

“Shall we?” Stolas smiled, extending an awkward hand. It took all of Blitz’s brainpower to stand up instead of gawking at this masterpiece of a bird.

Outside, Stolas paused, expectant, and fiddled with the long feathers at his chest as he looked down at Blitz. “So,” he smiled, a blush creeping up his cheeks, “what did you have in mind?”

Almost two weeks later, but here you go! Thank you for the prompt ❤️

(on AO3)

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“I love you.”

Blitzø laughs, breathless. He’s said it. Oh, man, he’s finally said it, and it feels as light as a bird stretching out its wings and fluttering in his chest. 

He’s so busy marveling at how good he feels it takes him a moment to notice his smile isn’t mirrored in Stolas’ face. In fact, for the longest moment, Stolas’ features give nothing away.

Then they shatter. A shaken breath leaves Stolas’ mouth, and his eyes lower and scrunch, and as the bird takes a long step back, Blitzø feels his heart break into a million pieces. 

Panic overtaking him, Blitzø reaches out. He’s fucked things up again and he needs to fix them. He needs to fix this, fast.

He opens his mouth, ready to take back the fragile words, ready to tell Stolas anything that might take away his pain. But when he reaches for those words, what he comes up with instead is a soft, “I love you.”

Stolas cringes, and so does Blitzø. What the fuck is wrong with him?

“Please…” Stolas’ strangled voice stabs through Blitzø’s chest. “Please, don’t do this to me again.” 

Blitzø steps forward; Stolas steps back. His long arms wrap around his torso, and it’s only then that Blitzø notices Stolas is wearing his royal attire. He searches the owl’s face, desperate to find visible pupils in Stolas’ piercing eyes, but all he finds is a sea of red anguish as Stolas stares at him like he’s begging Blitzø not to betray him again. 

And Blitzø tries. He tries not to move so he won’t spook the prince further, and he parts his lips slowly to make sure he can shape them into the words I’m sorry.

He gets the first sound right, and it all goes wrong from there. 

“I… love you.”

Stolitz | 2k | Explicit | PWP, pre-Ozzie's, full moon deal, semi-public sex, grinding, tail sex, oral sex, multiple orgasms, and more!

Stella throws one of her usual parties during a full moon. Fun, risky sexy times ensue for Stolas and Blitz.

This smutty little one-shot was written for @stolitzsings ❤️🥹 I hope you enjoy it!

Stolitz | 1.5k | Explicit | Post-Sinsmas, fluff, smut, couch sex, domestic fluff, cuddles, hand jobs, tail sex | Read down below or on AO3

Blitz’s kiss was wet and warm as he clung to the feathers at the back of Stolas’ head.

Stolas sighed into it, suckling tenderly on Blitz’s tongue and drawing a quiet moan from the man he loved. He stroked a thick horn to angle Blitz’s head back and deepen the kiss, and felt a familiar hardness dig into his stomach when Blitz pushed needily up against him.