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Stolas ends up needing some time to recuperate after the filming. He doesn't need a hospital or anything, thank Satan, but he does take a few days to himself.
Blitzø tries not to take it too personally. He sends Stolas a few texts and memes, but otherwise he focuses on preparing for their next shoot.
It's another heavy one, too. Back to back episodes all about his and Stolas’ characters. He’s more nervous about this stuff than the sex scene because, well, he and Stolas had enough chemistry between them to make that go easy. The problem with these episodes is that he needs to get angry at Stolas, yell and scream and slam shit.
Part of him worries it’ll be too easy, since that’s how most of the conversations in his life have gone anyway. There’s a dark part of himself that slots into place during times like that, an armor he’s worn many, many times.
When Stolas arrives, they have scarcely any time to chat before they’re called to set. Surprisingly, the scenes go really well. They’re hard, but the two of them manage a balance of fucking up and being so close to getting it that Blitzø thinks really works for the story.
After the first round of filming, they take a break. Blitzø has no chance of catching Stolas between the scenes, because both of them need to make costume changes. Their next scene is another argument, this one more combative, and they use a new location – some fancy, pretty garden with flowing water and actual carnivorous plants. While Blitzø waits for the director to call them to places, he feeds the little guys some salami from the craft table. Their bulbs tilt and snap up as he wiggles the food in front of them.
“I’m not sure if you forgot our plant lessons, but I don’t believe that’s the proper feed, is it?”
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Blitzø turns around, opening his mouth to offer a super clever response to Stolas’ teasing, but then he promptly chokes on air instead.
Stolas’ robe got an upgrade. A skimpy, slutty, tight fucking upgrade. The fabric is decorated with leaves, the Monster kind or whatever. Stolas has a few plants like that in his real house. The robe is cinched tightly to Stolas’ waist and the hem falls just at the top of his thighs, revealing the whole expanse of his long, long legs.
“Shit,” Blitzø says, dragging his eyes up and down Stolas’ form. He probably shouldn’t do that and he definitely should be less obvious about it, but he really can’t fucking help it.
After a moment of staring way too long, he coughs awkwardly, and forces his eyes up to Stolas’ face. Stolas is blushing, of course, but he’s also wearing a cute little smirk on his beak. Like he knows he looks good.
Which is nice. Confidence looks even better on him than the robe does.
And the robe looks good. Did Blitzø mention it looks good? It looks really fucking good.
“You got a new costume,” Blitzø finally says, the words landing dumbly. Because it’s fucking obvious and shit, Stolas’ tail looks really good today too.
“Yes, I did,” Stolas says, swinging his hips from side to side. Teasing.
Blitzø wonders if he’s gonna have a fucking nose bleed. Maybe they should have a medic on standby.
Stolas doesn’t say anything, just watches Blitzø with one eyebrow quirked up. Blitzø looks away, his face red, and his eyes land on the pile of salami on the table. Desperate for a distraction so he doesn’t climb Stolas like a fucking tree, Blitzø grabs another piece of meat and tears it up, throwing it to the plant.
“Look how good I am with this guy! I’d say there’s an 80 percent chance he won’t actually eat my leg,” Blitzø says. He offers another piece and the plant nearly leaps up from the soil to get it, its mouth almost closing over the tips of Blitzø’s claws.
Stolas titters, one hand covering his beak. “I suppose it makes sense to fill him up early.” Stolas pauses, eyes skipping down Blitzø’s costume, even though it’s nothing special. He’s changed out of his fancy getup and back into his everyday work suit, the one he practically lives in when he’s on set.
Blitzø finds himself staring again at Stolas’ new clothes. He knows he should talk about literally anything else, but he’s pretty sure this robe is going to haunt him from now on. He wonders if Stolas will get to take it home.
“Kinda jealous of you,” Blitzø says. “Looks comfy.”
“It is!” Stolas says. He smooths his talons down the front. The ‘v’ at the top is a lot deeper than the red slouchy one, which means his chest feathers are even more exposed. Blitzø wipes his face to make sure he isn’t actually drooling.
Stolas steps forward, taking a cube of ham and lobbing it to the plant. “I did like your suspenders, by the way,” he says, winking. “Very dapper.”
“Appreciate it. I hope one day I get to wear ‘em for a nice scene instead of a sad one,” Blitzø says. He feeds the plant one more piece of meat and reaches for a napkin to wipe the grease off his hand. When he looks at Stolas again, his eyes get stuck on his soft, plush looking thighs. Blitzø remembers hooking those over his shoulder during the fourth or so round of their sex scene. The feathers had been so soft. “I gotta be honest, you’re killing me here.”
“I can tell,” Stolas says, chirping happily. “It’s entirely too flattering, thank you.”
“It won’t be so good when I can’t remember any of my damn lines,” Blitzø says, stepping closer. Close enough that he could play with the hem of the robe, if he wanted to. Slide it up, get his claws on Stolas' body.
“Am I that distracting?” Stolas asks, looking down at himself.
“Stolas, I’m about a second away from–”
“Places!” Emberlynn calls, using her pink megaphone and everything. Blitzø snaps his mouth shut and blushes because he’s not even sure he knows what was about to come out of his mouth. Stolas is leaning forward, as if he was hanging on Blitzø’s words.
“Well, time to fight again,” Blitzø says, rocking back on his heels. He turns to the plant, which is about to be moved to the prime location to snag his leg on his way down from the wall. “Remember, buddy, no teeth.”
“They don’t have teeth,” Stolas says, rolling his eyes. Emberlynn calls places again and someone hands Stolas a thick book, a novel with two birds on the cover. Stolas turns around and definitely swings his hips a little as he walks away.
Blitzø watches and it takes Emberlynn calling places a third time, very pointedly, for him to wake the fuck up. He crosses the set and stretches his arms, getting ready to vault himself over the garden wall they’d built.
That shit goes easy and the plant doesn’t chomp on Blitzø too hard, so his salami plan definitely fucking worked. He and Stolas start their second argument of the day and Blitzø nearly breaks when Stolas brings his knees up, the hem of his robe slipping even higher. He almost gets a whole eyefull of cloaca and there’s no way Stolas doesn’t know what he’s doing. The camera is even focusing there, for fuck’s sake!
“Too horny,” Emberlynn calls, stopping both of them. Blitzø didn’t even realize he was leaning forward, almost like he was gonna plant his fucking face right in Stolas’ lap. He stands up straighter, blushing. “Some horny is okay, but come on, guys.”
“Right, sorry,” Blitzø says, scratching the back of his neck. Stolas titters and adjusts his sitting position, doing fuckall to actually cover himself.
Fuck, he’s absolutely enjoying watching Blitzø break character. Blitzø rolls his head back and squeezes his eyes shut. He’s a professional, he can do this. It’s just a slightly sexy heated argument.
They jump back into the scene and make it quite far this time, and Blitzø didn’t think he had a thing for being yelled at but shit, he might. He really might. Maybe just because it’s Stolas, maybe because he looks so fucking good.
The chemistry is there, definitely, which makes the fight feel like they could devolve into fucking at any moment. Blitzø catches Stolas slipping a few times, too, and he decides to up the ante. Once they’re both seated at the garden table, Blitzø adlibs a handjob motion, and that finally gets Stolas to break. His beak falls open and he doesn’t even say his next line, eyes fixed on Blitzø’s hand. They have to repeat the exchange, Blitzø teasingly doing the motion again because Emberlynn didn’t say he couldn’t. Stolas glares at him for that, but it fits the scene perfectly.
Then Stolas decides to really fuck shit up by leaning his elbows on the table, sticking his whole ass up and arching his back all slutty. Blitzø is up and about to fucking tackle him when Emberlynn calls a cut, and yeah maybe he should be able to control himself, but how much is supposed to take?
By the end of the argument, Blitzø is breathing heavy and spitting mad but also hard as fuck. He has half a mind to ask Stolas to meet him in his trailer to work off all this energy, but Emberlynn is keeping them on a strict fucking schedule today to get through all the scenes. Stolas heads back to his trailer for another costume change and Blitzø drinks a whole bottle of water trying to cool off.
When they resume filming, Blitzø doesn’t have to worry about the horniness anymore because the third filming session is like a bucket of ice water. A big party of hatred, complete with dolls and piñatas shaped just like him. It’s kind of brutal, hitting way too close to dark moments in his life when he’s thought about just… not existing anymore.
At least he gets to cover up with the tablecloth, and the fabric is actually really nice. Soft, closer to a blanket, and it folds over him easy.
Shaking his head, he gets himself through the rest of it, letting himself cry when he needs to. It’s fun enough sparring with Verosika, and her acting is still just as good as it always was. Stolas’ performance is incredible, too, and Blitzø doesn’t need to fake his reaction when he sees him kissing the twunky actor on the dance floor. He hates it, he hates seeing them, he hates the curl of jealousy that smarts in his stomach, he hates all of it. He even hates the actor dude even though he’s been nothing but nice.
Afterwards, he makes his way up to the company roof, sitting with his hooves over the side, much like he was with Verosika in the scene. At least the cake they made is an actual cake, which means he gets to eat that while he’s crying out his stupid feelings, still tucked in the splattered red and white tablecloth. He doesn’t eat the heart slice, though, because that shit feels way too real. He took a piece of the hoof instead, which has a ton of frosting and sugar paste to fill out his natural heels.
Behind him, there’s the sound of a door and some quiet clicks. Blitzø tips his head and knows it’s Stolas before the bird even sits down, a piece of the horn in his hands.
“Didn’t go for the dick?” Blitzø asks. The joke falls flat though because he’s still sniffling.
“It was, ah, quite damaged,” Stolas says, his tone mild. Blitzø just huffs out a laugh and takes another big bite of his own slice. “Um, how are you doing?”
“I’ll be okay,” Blitzø says, shrugging. Part of the blanket slips down his shoulder and Stolas adjusts it for him. “Emberlynn really knows how to make scenes hit close to home, doesn’t she?”
“Oh, undoubtedly,” Stolas says. He’s taken off his contacts already, which means Blitzø can see Stolas’ eyes for real, the way his pupils scan across the skyline in front of them. “Sometimes I worry she has a magic of her own, some way to glance into our lives and write things that feel too relatable.”
“That’s a terrifying thought,” Blitzø says, kicking his hooves out. A breeze flows by and Stolas folds his vampire cape thing over more of his torso. “So, uh, how was the twunk’s tongue game?”
Stolas spits out his cake and starts coughing. Blitzø laughs and pats his back until he stops.
“Too much spit,” Stolas says. “Emberlynn made us take something that made our mouths water for the effect. Some kind of pill that tasted horrid.”
“Gross,” Blitzø says, chuckling. “At least it’s over with.”
“Mhmm,” Stolas says. He puts his plate down, the surface covered with traces of black and white frosting.
Blitzø forgets how fast Stolas can eat, sometimes, since he doesn’t have to chew anything. Just deepthroats it. Blitzø shakes his head before he can follow that line of thought any further.
“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” Stolas asks, edging closer. Blitzø offers some of the blanket and Stolas takes it, shuffling until their sides are touching. “Do you… well, those things are not as relatable anymore, right?”
“Are you doing a wellness check?” Blitzø teases. “Don’t worry, I got a therapist.”
“Right, of course, it’s not my place,” Stolas says, folding his hands in his lap. “I didn’t mean to–”
“No, no, it’s fine, I appreciate it,” Blitzø says. “Yeah, not as relatable, but some voices never go quiet, y’know?”
“Yes, I know,” Stolas says. Unconsciously, Blitzø’s tail weaves between them and wraps around his waist. He’d be embarrassed, but Stolas doesn’t seem to mind.
“I’m sorry that you know,” Blitzø says, peering over at Stolas’ face. He’s done a little research, but Stolas has been pretty quiet about his home life, his history. Blitzø knows for a fact that his dad was a dick, since that’s a well-known, very public fact. It hurts his heart, thinking about Stolas feeling that low. As low as he has, maybe lower.
“It’s alright,” Stolas says. He pats his pockets and pulls out a carton of cigarettes. Selecting one, he lights it with a small snap of his finger, the movement elegant in a way that screams class and power.
But the cigarettes themselves are just about the trashiest kind you can get in Hell. Stolas takes a drag and blows out the smoke. Then he hands the cig over and their fingers brush when Blitzø takes it. He takes a long drag, blowing the smoke out into the air in front of them.
Blitzø follows the smoke with his eyes, searching for something to say. He goes with humor, of course, his de facto technique. “I really missed my chance to make a ‘horny’ joke with your cake,” Blitzø says, bumping Stolas’ arm gently with his shoulder. Stolas laughs, just like he knew he would.
“I’m sure there will be another opportunity,” Stolas says. “I have nothing but faith in you.”
The words land a bit too sincere after the day he’s had, skittering across Blitzø’s skin like an itch. He decides to ignore them for now.
“We should hang out again,” Blitzø says. “You can teach me more plant shit.”
“I’d like that,” Stolas says. “You can train me some more, especially if I’ll be joining the assassin team! Do you think I’ll get to do my own stunts?”
“I hope so,” Blitzø says. “You’ve got a fight coming up, don’t you?”
“Yes!” Stolas says giddily, bouncing where he sits. “I get to have what my daughter calls a ‘crash out.’ Two of them, in fact.”
“Hell yeah,” Blitzø says. He takes another turn with the cigarette. “You’re gonna do great, like you always do.” He looks over in time to see Stolas’ neck feathers puff up with pride and Blitzø decides that he should really compliment Stolas way more often. Maybe not as often as he does in his head, but at least more than he does now, even if it’s only to see that look on his face.
Another breeze flows past them and they both shiver this time.
“Do you mind if I sit closer?” Stolas asks, already moving over. Blitzø just mirrors him until they’re curled together. Stolas pauses to take off the giant hat that goes with his costume and then he’s leaning down, squishing one cheek to Blitz’s horn, just like he did earlier. Blitzø can’t imagine how that shit is comfortable, but he’s not gonna move away. Hell no.
A minute later, it hits him. “Feeling horny now, aren’t ya?” Blitzø asks, wiggling his head. He delivers the line with a goofy smirk that Stolas can’t even fucking see, but he’s hoping he can hear it. Either way, he’s not letting a second opportunity slip by, no way.
Stolas sighs but it turns into a small laugh, his shoulders shaking under their shared blanket. Blitzø’s smirk turns into more of a grin.
With one graceful move of his hand, Stolas flicks away the cigarette. The lasting spark of the end flares and then dulls as it arches through the air. “I gave you the opening on purpose,” Stolas says. “Just so you know.”
**
The next days on set are absolutely nuts, because they bring in all these extra guest stars and actors for special cameos. Somehow, Emberlynn gets fucking Satan to take a role and sing.
Stolas may be onto something with whatever magic she has.
The scenes are intense, but they’re also fun and fast. Blitzø somehow freaks out less during his character’s almost death than he did filming all the emotional shit, but that’s probably because he’s so used to almost (or actually) dying in his scripts. He’s played enough villainous characters that the swing of a blade isn’t too intimidating.
Filming flies by and suddenly they’re at the fucking finale of the second season. Nevermind the fact that only like four episodes are officially out. Emberlynn pulls out all the stops, adding swords and three-headed dragons and snow. So much fucking snow, Blitzø never wants to see snow again. Who wants to be wet and cold?
The best part of the finale is the stunts, though. Blitzø loves a fight scene and Loona fucking kills it in her new form, her movements natural and lethal. He almost fucking cries when she executes her jumping bite and tears into the bad guy’s throat. Just pure beauty, really.
Blitzø’s fight moves are mostly for comedic effect this time, but he fucking loves doing air work anyway. He even gets to hold his own sword, which is cool as shit. Plus, it’s very satisfying to rescue Stolas and get a sweet kiss, the contact tingling all the way to his hooves. When they land in the snow, Stolas is visibly impressed, and that shit makes Blitzø feel ten feet fucking tall.
Stolas has a pretty rough part after that, and the emotional climax being between him and his actual daughter definitely takes its toll. Blitzø doesn’t even have to fake his sympathy, watching the two of them act so upset with each other. It’s okay though, because as soon as that scene wraps, Stolas and Octavia are hugging each other tightly. Stolas is praising her acting, which she definitely deserves. Loona offers Via a fistbump and it makes Blitzø so happy, seeing their daughters get along.
The rest of the day is distinctly cozy, taking them back to the apartment set. Stolas still has to be sad, but they get to cuddle under a blanket, which seems to be their thing now.
They end the day with the dance, the part that Blitzø has been looking forward to the most. Stolas got to ditch his contacts completely, now that his character has been demoted and all that, which means Blitzø gets to stare at his pretty white pupils the whole time.
“We’re gonna put music over this,” Emberlynn says, walking them over to the firescape. They’ve already taken the required dance classes for this part and worked out the blocking, but this is the first time they’re actually on the balcony. “So just be natural.”
“We still say our lines, right?” Stolas asks, adjusting the chest feather peephole in his sweater. Blitzø does his best not to stare as he does that. He fails miserably.
“Oh, yeah, especially around the stairs and stuff, but the music is going to fill in a lot of the silence,” Emberlynn says. She gives them both a big thumbs up and a grin. “Make me feel like my heart is gonna explode, okay?”
Blitzø rolls his eyes, taking his place and standing with his elbows over the ledge. When it’s time to dance, he manages the jump to the railing easily, using his tail to counterbalance his movements. He takes Stolas’ hands and they start dancing, weaving around the balcony with ease and grace despite their vast fucking height difference.
He spins Stolas out and brings him back in, keeping his chest to Stolas’ back as they sway. Stolas looks fucking gorgeous like this, lit under the shining moon. Before he can help it, Blitzø is blurting that fact out.
“You’re too pretty for my fucking sanity,” he says, spinning Stolas again. “Seriously, I may need to get some lawyers involved.”
“I don’t think those charges will hold up in court,” Stolas purrs, stepping closer. “You’re quite a dashing hero, yourself.”
“Psh, that’s just the script, birdy,” Blitzø says back.
“And so humble,” Stolas says, putting on an absurd, over the top dreamy expression. Blitzø dips him over the side and Stolas laughs, kicking one leg up.
“Fuck, I like you too much,” Blitzø says, pulling Stolas back up. His words catch up with him after a moment and his eyes go so wide he worries they might leap out of his fucking skull. “Uh, shit, that’s not–”
“I like you too,” Stolas admits, smiling softly. His beak is so fucking pretty, so inviting, and the memory of how their mouths and tongues worked together is way too fresh in Blitzø’s mind. Not just because they kissed for hours and went over time, but because Blitzø hasn’t stopped thinking about it since.
“Do you, um, wanna try this thing for real?” Blitzø asks, swaying a little. They’ve mostly stopped moving now, both just staring at the other. Stolas’ eyes dart to Blitzø’s mouth and back up and Blitzø finds himself doing the same. In the end, their gazes meet, both of them shy.
“Yes, I do,” Stolas says, his eyes scrunching into happy little arcs. With their hands clasped between them, it’s only natural to lean in for a kiss, warmth sinking low into Blitzø’s belly.
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Stolas pulls him closer, one arm wrapping around the top of his back, and one of Blitzø’s hands darts immediately to the back of Stolas’ head, tangling in the feathers there. Their heads shift and tilt, the kiss deepening—
“CUT!” Emberlynn screams, her voice exasperated. Blitzø and Stolas pull apart quickly, turning to face her with dark cheeks and even darker eyes. “You guys are not supposed to kiss there!”
“Sorry, my bad,” Blitzø says, though he’s not apologetic at all.
“The dance is one take!” she continues, rolling her eyes. She stomps off, barking orders at the rest of the crew. “Go back to the top! Reset everything! We have to do it all again.”
“Oh, dear, I fear we’ve upset her,” Stolas says. His arm is still around Blitzø’s shoulder, comforting and warm.
“It’s fine. Once we tell her we’re actually dating, she’ll be walking on air.”