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Blitzø knew he was gonna get lost in this stupid forest, but fuck, he didn’t think he’d get this lost.

He should’ve known throwing fucking bread crumbs wouldn’t be good enough to lead him back home. Of course some birds or squirrels or something were gonna eat them, and of course he was gonna be stuck out here and die just like his stupid fucking Dad wanted. 

And he didn’t even find any food, so even if he could find his way back, it’d be fucking pointless.

He was now on day three of wandering aimlessly in this stupid forest, trying to find some food he could bring back to his family, or really just trying to find his way back to his family in general, with absolutely no luck. He was pretty sure at this point he was going to die out here. All he’d found to eat were a few random berries that luckily didn’t kill him, but he was getting so tired he didn’t think he’d even have the energy to keep searching much longer.

It had been about a week ago when he and Barb had discovered that rats had eaten over half of their crops overnight, again, and only a few weeks before that some rats chewed their way into a storeroom and ate a bunch of their dried goods. It was bad, obviously. There wasn’t going to be enough food for all four of them to survive the winter at this rate, and it seemed like no matter what they tried those fucking rats kept getting in.

His Dad was fucking pissed about it, as if it were their fault. He and Barb overheard him and his Mama talking about it, and his Dad said that they’d be better off if “one of the twins wandered off into the forest and never came back”. His Mama had been upset, obviously, and told him to never say things like that again, and he apologized. 

But he and Barb weren’t stupid, and the next day when their Dad suddenly wanted to take them into the forest to look for berries, they knew something was up. Barbie shoved a bunch of shiny pebbles into her pocket because she was the smart one, and she dropped a trail of them wherever they went. When their Dad disappeared and left them stranded in the middle of the forest, they only had to wait until nightfall when the glow of the moon reflected off the rocks and they were able to follow the trail back home.

Their Mama had practically cried when they found their way back, and Blitzø guessed that their Dad already told her he got rid of them both. Dumbass.

That same night they heard their Dad raging in the other room again. He told their Mama that they were both 18 and should have been gone by now anyway. It was stupid, really, because both he and Barbie did most of the farmwork. Without them, both him and Mama would starve. But he only tolerated Barbie and he hated Blitzø, especially after he started that fire, even though it was an accident.

Eventually he stopped shouting about it, but Blitzø felt uneasy. He wouldn’t put it past his Dad to take more drastic measures to get rid of one of them. Even though his Dad hated him, he might target his aggression on Barbie. Blitzø did more of the physical work on the farm while Barbie did a lot of planning and logistical stuff that their Dad never noticed. 

So, the next day, when his Dad asked Blitzø if he could do some work in the gardens while he and Barbie went off to go look for food, he decided he needed to do something. He insisted that he’d go look for food, and although his Dad protested, he eventually gave up because he got too annoyed to keep arguing. Blitzø meant to ask Barbie where she got those shiny pebbles from but was focused on getting the fuck outta there quick, so he just grabbed a loaf of bread and figured it would have to do. He could follow a trail of bread crumbs back after he found enough food that could satisfy his Dad for a bit.

But yeah… he got fucking lost, obviously. He spent all day looking for berry bushes, or some wild animals to hunt, or something… but he didn’t find a single thing. As the sky grew dark and the moon rose, he tried to find his trail of bread crumbs only to discover it was gone. Because, obviously, animals eat bread. Something he didn’t think of, because he wasn’t the smart twin. He searched for half the night, then eventually curled up under a tree. He thought for sure when daylight came he could find his way back.

But he couldn’t. He spent all day and just got more lost and hungry, and eventually had to sleep under another tree. Now he was on day three and he was fucking starving, and it was getting dark again. The full moon rose high up in the sky and he glared at it, because some help it had been in helping him find his way home.

Just when he was sure he was going to pass out, he spotted something shimmering through the trees, the moonlight reflecting off its bright white coat. Was that a fucking horse?

He approached slowly, and the horse turned to watch him, blinking curiously. She was a mare from the looks of it, and she was beautiful. Bright white coat that shone like a star in the night, and her mane and tail had a few little braids with flowers woven in. Clearly she was someone’s horse, and that meant that he might be able to find some food and shelter for the night. He patted her and spoke gently to her, and eventually she began to wander off, and he followed her.

After around an hour of walking, Blitzø perked up. Faintly, through the dark forest, he could see candlelight. He stayed by the mare’s side, not wanting to disrespect her by running off, but when he could finally see the little cottage ahead of him it was almost impossible for him to contain himself… and then the smell hit him.

The fuck was that smell? It smelled like… cheese and hot sauce. But like, a lot of it. Damn that shit smelled good, and he was suddenly even more acutely aware of just how hungry he really was. 

He went off ahead of the mare, which he knew was a little rude but she clearly knew her way back, and ran all the way up to the cottage. The whole fucking thing was made of cheese. And hot sauce. And yeah, it was probably also a little rude to dive mouth first onto someone else’s house and start eating it, but he was kind of starving. And maybe you’d think eating some cheese that’d been sitting out for who knows how long would be nasty, but it actually tasted better than anything he’d ever eaten, he was pretty sure.

The only problem was that he was, y’know… eating someone’s house. And the window was open, and whoever was inside the house could probably hear him judging by the irritated sighs. He was just so hungry he really didn’t care. Even when whoever it was started cursing and stomping through the house, he didn’t let up.

When the door to the cottage swung open, Blitzø finally stopped gnawing on one of the window shutters and stood still. A tall figure stepped through the door.. some kind of bird, maybe an owl? 

“Nibble nibble little–Oh!” The owl exclaimed, bringing a hand to his beak in surprise. “Y…you’re not a mouse.”

Blitzø stared up–waaay up–at the demon before him. The owl really was tall as shit, and fucking pretty, which wasn’t that important right now, but y’know, it was just something Blitzø noticed… and he was wearing a black cloak…dress…thingy covered in blue stars, and a pointy little hat, almost like a–

“Oh shihh, are you thahhhsslutty wissschh everone keepssstalkin’ ‘bout?” Blitzø asked with a mouth full of cheese.

The owl’s brow furrowed as he tilted his head to the side in obvious confusion. “I’m sorry?”

Blitzø swallowed and reconsidered his words before speaking again. “Are you that, uh… pretty… witch… everyone keeps talking about?”

The owl’s cheeks turned bright pink as he looked back and forth. “Who….who–”

“Hoo hoo.” Blitzø repeated back, grinning to himself at his awesome owl related joke. The owl’s cheeks darkened and two white pupils appeared in his eyes, boring holes into him. The grin fell off his face and he looked away, realizing that was probably offensive instead of hilarious.

The owl swallowed thickly. “Um… who says that about me?”

“Oh, uh… you know.” Blitzø said, looking back up at him and shrugging. “Just like, everyone. There’s a really hot witch that lives in the forest in a… cheese house, but he’s way out of your league so don’t even bother. Y’know, that kinda thing.” 

The owl blinked, then looked away. “I… see. Perhaps that’s why demons are always running away from me when I try to talk to them.”

Blitzø barked out a laugh. “Ha! Yeah, definitely… it’s… uh, definitely that, and not any other reason. So anyway, I gotta go… gotta get back to my house, and uh… I’m gonna go.”

“Oh! Okay.” The owl said, frowning. “It was lovely meeting you, um…”

“Blitzø, the o is silent.” He answered automatically, then cringed as he realized he should not have just told this witch his real name. 

“My name is Stolas.” The owl responded, smiling and giving a little bow. Which was cute, but still, not important.

“Well, it was nice meeting you too, Stolas.” Blitzø said, slowly backing towards the edge of the clearing. The owl made no move towards him, though he did look incredibly sad. Blitzø tried not to think about it as he turned back around to face the forest. That’s when he remembered that it was the middle of the fucking night and there was no chance he’d find his way through the pitch black forest right now.

Slowly he turned back around, and the owl was still standing there looking sad, although he perked up a bit when he locked eyes with him.

“Yeah, so… um… I do need to get back home, but it’s pretty late, and–”

“You can stay with me!” The owl blurted out, threading his fingers together in a way that seemed like he was nervous to have even suggested it. “I–I–I have space! And plenty of food, that’s um… not part of my home, and… oh, please?” He asked, sounding desperate. “I mean, if you want to!”

It was a bad idea, obviously. A terrible idea, probably. But…

“Yeah, okay. Thanks.” Blitzø mumbled, heading back over towards the cottage. “Just for one night, but then I gotta get home.”

Stolas gasped excitedly, rocking back and forth on his feet. “Oh really? Oh, this will be so much fun! I’ve never had a guest before. Do you think this counts as a sleepover?”

“Uh… I guess?” Blitzø said, furrowing his brow in confusion.

Maybe this wasn’t the slutty witch he’d heard tales about. Maybe this was just a regular, unslutty witch. Could there really be two witches in the same forest, though? How many witches usually lived in a forest? He figured only one, but what did he know?

“Oh, come along then, I’ll show you inside!” Stolas said while reaching out for his hand, stopping just short of actually touching him. Blitzø stared at his outstretched hand warily, then back up at the wide, twitchy smile on the owl’s face. 

…Nah, this was definitely the slutty witch he’d heard about.

A little less than a year ago rumors started spreading about a witch that lived in the forest. Someone had come and warned the nearby village about him–though he seemed sweet, he would try to trick you into touching him. If you made the mistake of doing so, he’d eat you alive. Blitzø thought it was all bullshit, but people had said they’d seen the witch, and they all agreed that he was unusually friendly and seemed particularly desperate.

So long as he didn’t touch him, then, it should be fine. Apparently the witch couldn’t touch you without your permission, or he was pretty sure that’s what he heard.

“Not really a fan of hand holding.” Blitzø said with a chuckle he hoped sounded natural. “...No offense.”

“Oh! Um… of course.” Stolas said, retracting his hand nervously and gently rubbing at it as if he’d been burned. He stared at him for a few more seconds before turning around and heading inside, gesturing at him to follow.

Blitzø followed after him, being careful to leave a good amount of distance between them. He wasn’t sure if accidentally brushing against the owl’s tail would count, but he didn’t want to risk it. The owl was acting fidgety and awkward, looking back over his shoulder at him and laughing nervously, before finally turning around and clasping his hands together in front of his chest.

“I’m sorry it’s so messy, I didn’t know I’d have a guest.” Stolas said, frowning.

Blitzø looked around at the space which was not at all what he would consider messy. It was cluttered, sure, but with plants and books and glittery rocks and other witchy stuff. There were large windows that let the light of the moon in, and it was especially bright tonight with it being full. There were also candles scattered around that were lit with purple flames, which Blitzø assumed was magic that couldn’t start an actual fire. The walls were covered in plant vines, star maps, and artwork, and there was a huge bookcase full of books with large cushions around it to sit and read. 

The owl’s house was straight up cozy. As long as he made sure not to touch him, staying here for the night wouldn’t be half bad.

“I like it.” Blitzø said, smiling up at him. The owl’s cheeks flushed a dark pink.

“Oh, you don’t have to say that, but thank you.” He said, waving a hand dismissively. “Would you like something to eat besides cheese and hot sauce?”

“Fuck yeah I would.” Blitzø replied automatically, then winced. He should definitely not be talking like that around the slutty witch that could fucking kill him if he pissed him off… except the owl started laughing, a hand flying up to his face to cover his mouth. 

“Alright, have a seat if you’d like.” Stolas said after he was done giggling. 

Blitzø sat down at the little table and watched as the owl waved his hand through the air. A purple glow surrounded his fingers and the cabinets opened on their own. A plate flew down onto the table in front of him first, followed by a few slices of bread, a slice of cheese, and finally an assortment of vegetables in a wicker bowl.

“Holy shit, where’d you get all these?” Blitzø asked, eyes going wide.

Stolas blinked at him, as if the question was something ridiculous. “Get? Well I grew the vegetables in the garden out back, and I made the bread.”

“And what about all the cheese outside your house?” Blitzø asked, brow furrowing.

“Oh, well that’s all conjured with magic, as well as the hot sauce.” Stolas said, walking over to a window on the opposite wall and gazing out of it as if he were looking for something. “That’s why it doesn’t taste very good.”

“Tasted fine to me.” Blitzø murmured, watching the owl as he opened the window and leaned half of his body out. When he leaned back in, he was holding a very large and very dead rat in his hand. The owl opened his beak wide and dropped the rat in, swallowing it whole. Blitzø’s mouth fell open and when the owl saw his expression his face fell.

“Oh, s–sorry, I should have turned away.” He muttered, frowning. “I, well I’m an owl, so I eat rats, and… well the cheese attracts them, and then the hot sauce tends to kill them…”

Blitzø snorted, because he wasn’t staring at him like that because he thought him eating a rat was gross… it was more about the way he ate the rat whole and didn’t even gag once. But that was a stupid pointless thought he didn’t need to have, so he shook it away.

“No worries, birdie. Just didn’t expect it.” Blitzø said. “If you can just conjure your own food with magic, why bother growing it?”

“Well, it tastes better, for one… it’s more rewarding, and I suppose I find it fun.” Stolas shrugged. “That cheese I gave you is from Gertrude, and it tastes much better. You’ll see!”

“Gertrude?” Blitzø asked before stuffing a slice of bread into his mouth.

“My cow.” Stolas said, walking over to the table and having a seat across from him. 

“You have a cow?” Blitzø asked, shoving another slice of bread with the cheese on top into his mouth. Stolas was right, it was better than the cheese he ate on the side of his house.

“Mmhm.” Stolas nodded as he propped his elbows onto the table and then his chin on his hands, leaning forward. “And a horse.”

Blitzø nearly choked on his cheese. “You have a horse? Where?”

Stolas blinked at him, then a smile slowly crept across his face as he pointed at the window next to them. Blitzø turned his head to see the white mare from earlier standing five fucking feet away, watching the two of them. He’d been so focused on the food he didn’t even notice. 

“Oh shit, she’s yours?” Blitzø asked, fully turning and smushing his face into the glass to stare back at the horse. “What’s her name?”

“Buttercup.” Stolas said quietly, watching him with interest. “I’ve had her since I was young. She’s one of the only things I was allowed to, um…” 

The owl’s voice trailed off, and Blitzø was going to ask him what he was going to say but then the horse flapped her lips at him and he laughed and completely forgot. When he turned back to the owl, he was smiling and leaning even closer. Blitzø swallowed thickly and straightened up in his chair. Shit, he had to be careful, and he couldn’t let his guard down. He shoved the rest of the food in his mouth and chewed loudly, hoping that it would put the owl off, but he just kept watching him and blinking slowly. 

“So uh, where should I sleep?” Blitzø asked after finishing his food and chugging his glass of water. 

“Well, there’s only one bed…” Stolas said slowly, a grin spreading across his face. 

Anddddd there it was. Yep. Blitzø wasn’t falling for this shit. He absolutely should not be sleeping anywhere inside this house, or he might wake up with a feathery ass an inch from his face and he might just do something crazy like shove his whole face in it before his brain actually started working and then next thing you know, he’d be getting swallowed whole just like that rat.

…

Like in a not horny way. But fuck, if it could be in a horny way…

No, no, nope.

Blitzø shook his head. “No worries, I’ll sleep in the stable.” 

He hopped off the chair and stretched, carefully stepping around the owl and heading for the door that led back outside. Stolas’ eyes blinked wide and he furrowed his brow.

“O…outside?” He asked, a frown stretching across his face. “No, no, it’s alright! You can sleep on the cushions by my bookcase if you don’t want to share a bed, or… you can take my bed! I can sleep outside!”

Blitzø snorted. “Uhh no, it’s your house. I’ll sleep out in the stables with Buttercup. It’s no biggie.” He waved a hand dismissively as he made his way over to the back door.

“B…but…” Stolas followed after him, wringing his hands nervously. “But why?”

Blitzø turned back to look at him, and fuck… he looked so sad. And Blitzø almost wanted to change his mind, but he also didn’t wanna die, so he did the next best thing.

“Look, your house is real nice, and it’s nothing against you, it’s just that uhh… you’re so pretty, you know?” He said, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

“I, um… no?” Stolas said, his cheeks flushing.

“C’mon, you know…” Blitzø said, already regretting his stupid mouth. “You’re so pretty and I’ll probably have all kinds of uh… wet dreams, and wake up with a boner, and sometimes when I wake up I get all confused and I don’t wanna, y’know… haha, fuck you or anything…” 

Stolas just stared at him wordlessly, and Blitzø realized that what he had JUST said may have actually made it worse.

“Not like I’m gonna rape you or anything! I’m not a rapist.” He said quickly, shooting some fingerguns at him. “I’m totally chill, not a rapey guy. Ummm…” He wheezed uncomfortably and beat on his chest for a few seconds to buy him some time. “Yeah anyway. I’m gonna go sleep in the stable. Night.”

He barely heard the owl wishing him a good night as he tore out of the house and into Buttercup’s stable where he wondered if letting the witch kill him might not be the worst thing after all.

—

When he woke up in the morning, Blitzø knew he needed to get home. All things considered he actually slept pretty well, although he was a little cold, and now that he’d eaten he felt like he had the energy to set out again in search of his house. So, he gave Buttercup a few pats goodbye and snuck out of the stable and into the forest. He had a pretty good idea of which way he needed to go, so he set out in that direction, and he felt fairly confident he was going to make it this time.

It wasn’t until the sun started sinking in the sky that he had to admit to himself that he was fucking lost again, and he had no clue where to go. He was hungry and he was cold and he was fucking tired.

“Fucking should’ve stayed with the stupid owl…” He grumbled to himself as his stomach growled loudly. 

Then, almost as if it were magic, and fuck… maybe it was, he just barely heard soft cries echoing from somewhere off in the distance. And he was pretty sure he knew who those cries belonged to. He set off in the direction of the noise, getting turned around a few times but eventually hearing it get louder and louder. And then, he could smell the fucking cheese and hot sauce and soon enough he was at the edge of the clearing where the little cottage was.

And there was Stolas, slumped over a tree stump crying quietly into his arms. 

Blitzø watched him for a few seconds, unsure of how to proceed. Was the witch going to be upset with him for trying to leave? He glanced around and spotted a patch of pretty purple flowers in the trail behind him, pulling a few of them before heading over.

“Stolas?” He asked quietly, and the owl’s head shot up.

“Oh! Blitzø!” He said, wiping at his eyes furiously in an attempt to hide the fact he’d just been loudly crying against a tree stump. “Where did you go?”

“I was, uh… getting these for you?” He said, holding out the flowers and dropping them onto the tree stump. The owl sat up a bit straighter and stared down at them. 

Stolas brought a hand to his chest and sniffed loudly. He picked up the flowers with his other hand and inspected them. “You… were gone all day… getting these?” He asked, slowly looking back at him.

“Um… yeah! Well, and I was trying to remember which way my house is. But like, I mostly came out here to look for some flowers.” He said with a grin. “Took me all day because I wanted to find some as pretty as you.”

The owl gasped and for just a second, those tiny white pupils appeared in his eyes, but they just as quickly vanished. “Oh, that’s very romantic, Blitzy.” 

“It’s… Blitzø… and yeah, sure.” He said, nodding. “Whatever.”

“W–would you like to come inside?” Stolas asked, suddenly standing up and dusting himself off. “I made an apple crumble, if you want.”

“Uhh fuck yes.” Blitzø said, his stomach grumbling again.

Stolas grinned and spun around, clutching the flowers close to his chest as they made their way inside. “You know, I was thinking about what you said last night about you being a rapist.”

Blitzø nearly choked, his tail whipping loudly behind him as he frantically shook his head. “I…I said I wasn’t a rapist!”

Stolas didn’t turn back and only gave a little shrug as he waved his hand through the air, opening a cabinet above his sink and levitating a vase out. The vase moved under the sink and the water turned itself on, filling it part way and then he levitated the vase to his hand. He plopped the little flowers into it and beamed at them, then set them on the table. Then, finally, the owl turned back around and smiled down at him.

“Well, it’s just… you don’t really have to make so much effort to woo me, you know. We’re in the middle of the forest, with no one around for miles. Someone could force themselves on someone else and no matter how hard they struggled or screamed, no one would be able to hear them.” He said, his eyes glinting.

Blitzø stared at him. “...The fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“Consider me already wooed, if that’s a concern for you. Or if you need me to fight it, I will. I’ll do whatever you want me to do.” 

Blitzø’s throat felt like it was fucking dry as hell, and he swallowed thickly. His stupid horny brain decided now was a good time for his eyes to trace up and down the owl’s body, paying special attention to the curve of his hips and then his chest, which–did he have fucking tits, or something? Why did his chest look so puffy and soft? Was it just… feathers?

When his eyes finally made it back up to meet Stolas’, he had a wide, predatory grin spread across his face.

“Um… I…” He began, his voice shaking. 

“Do you want me to get on all fours and beg?” The owl said, moving towards him and bending at the waist, reaching his long arms towards him. “Because I–”

“I’M SAVING MYSELF!” Blitzø shrieked, jumping back from him. Stolas froze, still bent in half with his arms outstretched, but he didn’t move any closer. Blitzø only spent like, half a second checking out his back arch.

“You’re a virgin?” The owl asked, straightening himself back up and clasping his hands together.

“Uhhh, no, I’m not a fucking loser.” Blitzø said, waving a hand dismissively. 

“Oh.” Stolas said, blinking at him a few times. “I’m a virgin.”

Blitzø snorted, because he knew that was a fucking lie, but the owl didn’t smile or laugh. In fact, he looked embarrassed, which Blitzø didn’t know how to decipher so he ignored it. “I just mean, I’m uh… saving myself for someone.”

“...Oh.” Stolas said, his voice heavy. “I see. Your fiancé, I presume? Is that why you were trying to get home?”

And there it was, the easiest fucking out ever. Stolas handed it to him right there on a silver platter. But for some stupid reason, something had him opening his stupid mouth again and saying the wrong fucking thing.

“Nah, I’m not with anyone.” He said with a shrug. “I just mean, uh. I’m saving myself for… the right person. 

“Oh!” Stolas said, brightening up considerably. “Me too! I…I was just teasing before, actually. I don’t really want to be raped. Un…unless it was by someone as sexy as you. …Um.” He shook his head frantically then spun around, slamming his hands on the table. “Let’s eat!”

It was a really fucking weird situation, but Blitzø was fucking hungry, so he sucked it up and sat at the table anyway, and thank fucking Satan he did. That apple crumble might have been the best food he’d ever tasted in his entire life, and Stolas beamed when he told him so. Sure, yeah, he was probably only feeding him so he’d get fat and taste better, but whatever. Blitzø knew not to touch him, so the owl would never get to eat his meat. 

…Unless…

Fuck he needed to shut his stupid horny brain up.

“Blitzø, before you, um… retire for the evening, I’ve been meaning to ask you…” Stolas said, leaning across the table and blinking at him curiously. “Are your, um… your scars… do they hurt you?” Blitzø’s spines tensed and he leaned back, hiding his hands under the table. Stolas’ eyes widened and he looked away, leaning back as well. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry, it’s just that you keep rubbing them as if they’re making you uncomfortable. It was rude of me to ask, my apologies.”

There was a silence that followed, and Blitzø stared at the owl and felt like he really did seem like he felt bad for asking. Maybe he did. Maybe it had been a harmless question… but most of the time when people asked about his scars, they were being fucking nosey. He could have told him to fuck off and gone to bed, but he figured it couldn’t hurt to give him an actual answer.

“They don’t hurt, they fucking itch.” He said, gently scratching at the one on his hand under the table. “It’s the cold air, usually makes it worse.”

Stolas hummed and swiveled his head back towards him. “You know, I could use my magic to speed up the healing process for you. It won't make them go away, but it could help with the itchiness.”

“Shit, really?” Blitzø asked, blinking up at him. 

“Yes! If you’ll just give me your hand, then I can try…” He said with a smile, holding his hands out over the table. 

Blitzø stared at his outstretched hands, his heart sinking in his chest. It was just another of his fucking tricks. He didn’t actually give a shit about his scars or the way they made him extremely fucking uncomfortable 99% of the time.

“Don’t like hand holding, remember?” He replied bitterly, standing up from the table.

“Oh, well, I…” Stolas began, fumbling his words as he watched him. “I can hold your arm, or place a hand on your back, or your tail… whatever!” 

Blitzø wanted to roll his eyes, but did his best to school his expression as he turned towards the door that led to the stables. “Nah, I’m good.”

“Blitzø!” Stolas called after him, standing up to his full height but remaining by the table. Blitzø turned to look at him, and the owl frowned. “It will only take a second, I promise! But I can’t do it if I can’t touch you.”

Blitzø stared at him for a few long seconds, then shook his head and forced a smile on his face. “It’s fine, Stolas. I’m fine. They don’t bother me that bad. I’m going to bed. Kay?”

Stolas looked like he wanted to cry for some reason, but he gave him a little nod. “Okay.”

He bid him goodnight and headed out the door, a scowl spreading across his face the moment he was outside.

—

Blitzø had every intention of leaving in the morning, but he woke up to the smell of pancakes and syrup wafting in from Stolas’ kitchen, and what was the harm in having breakfast with him? He was still a little pissed off at what he did last night, but he was also hungry. He’d just leave after breakfast.

But after breakfast he sat down on one of the cushions near Stolas’ bookshelf and found a book about horses, and then he felt so warm and cozy because Stolas put a fire on in the fireplace, and while he was reading he drifted off and fell asleep. He woke up a few hours later to find the owl spread out across some cushions on the opposite side of the room from him, hooting peacefully in his sleep. It was… kind of sweet, honestly, and also Blitzø was having a nice time looking at the curve of his ass while he was laying there, so he didn’t bother to get up. 

And then it was the middle of the afternoon, so he didn’t want to wander into the forest. Plus, Stolas was really excited about making him rat stew, which wouldn’t have been his first choice under normal circumstances but it actually tasted really fucking good. He’d leave the next day, he decided.

…But the next day when he was heading towards the edge of the forest he spotted Stolas out in the pasture milking Gertrude, and he was wearing some loose linen overalls and a baggy t-shirt instead of his usual witch dress. And that didn’t really matter, but it was different, and Blitzø spent so long watching him that Stolas eventually noticed him and called him over. So Blitzø sat on a log and watched him work. He seemed so excited about what he was doing, and it was cute because he’d never seen someone so thrilled about milking a fucking cow. But Stolas kept yapping about how much he loved Gertrude, and how friendly she was and how much she trusted him and he trusted her, and he kept stopping to pat her on the side and give her a hug. When he was done, Blitzø offered to carry the pail of milk back for him because it just seemed like the right thing to do, and Stolas blushed and giggled about it.

And shit like that just kept happening until a whole week had passed and Blitzø realized he was just making up excuses not to go back at this point. It wasn’t so bad living with the evil slutty witch. It was actually really nice, other than the fact he had to be really careful not to touch him and he was unfortunately really hot and cute and nice. And Stolas seemed to really like talking to him, and nobody really liked talking to him that much except for his Mama. And sure, the owl was evil, but he hadn’t done anything evil to Blitzø specifically, so maybe he’d just stay, he decided

He was about to head off to bed the same night he’d told himself he’d stick around when Stolas stopped him, fidgeting nervously with his hands behind his back.

“I, um… I made something for you, and if you don’t want it it’s okay.” He said hesitantly, pulling a little jar of some thick green paste out from behind his back and holding it out to him. 

Blitzø blinked up at him in confusion, holding his hand just below the owl’s. Stolas dropped the jar into his hand, and Blitzø pulled it closer to inspect it.

“It’s, um… well, I believe it should help a bit with your scars. It’s not as effective as my magic, but it’s a blend of plants and herbs that should help soothe them.” He said, taking a step back and shrinking in on himself.

Blitzø stared at the paste, brow furrowing. “Why are you giving this to me?”

“I…” Stolas began, mouth hanging open. He closed his beak and cleared his throat, his cheeks flushed. “Well I just… I don’t like seeing you in discomfort. And since you don’t want me to touch you but I can’t heal you if I can’t touch you I just thought… well, you can apply it yourself.”

Blitzø silently mulled over the words in his mind as he dipped a claw into the paste and pulled some out to stare at it. Then, he smeared it on the back of his other hand. Almost immediately, the skin felt like it was a loosening up, and the itchiness he almost always experienced was dulled significantly.

“Oh, wow.” He said, scooping more out and rubbing it up his forearm. It had the same effect. “Holy shit, Stolas!” He stared up at the owl and felt like he might fucking cry, and without thinking he took a big step towards him with arms outstretched. Stolas let out a little gasp and shakily held his arms out, but Blitzø stopped himself when he realized what he was doing. He dropped his arms back to his side and took a step back. “Um… thank you.”

“O–of course.” Stolas said, awkwardly lowering his arms as well and offering the saddest smile Blitzø had ever seen. “I can make more, when you run out.”

It made him want to die, a little bit, how disappointed the owl looked. He couldn’t get the image out of his head, even when he laid down in the stable later that night and tried to force himself to go to sleep. He tossed and turned for over an hour, and finally sat himself up and marched his ass back over to the cottage.

He’d just tell Stolas he was sorry for not hugging him earlier, and that he really wanted to because he was so fucking thankful for what he did, but he knew that if he touched him he was going to eat him. And maybe Stolas would eat him anyway for knowing about his plan, but that might be better than living with the guilt of disappointing him over and over again.

He pushed the door open and looked back and forth, not spotting the owl.

“Stolas?” He whispered, stepping into the room and squinting. 

There was a faint glow coming from a crack in the door that led the owl’s bedroom, and he definitely wasn’t going to go in there, but clearly he must not be sleeping yet. He stepped over to the room and knocked lightly on wood, calling out his name again. There was a little gasp, the sound of a book slamming shut, and a rustling of fabric followed by talons racing across the wooden floor before the door swung open.

“Blitzø?” Stolas asked breathlessly, gazing down at him with wide eyes.

“Hey Stolas, sorry to bother you, I just wanted to, uhh….”

He kinda… lost his train of thought when he actually looked at the owl. He wasn’t wearing his witch dress, or his overalls, or even the baggy t-shirt that would have made perfect sense to sleep in. He had on this long, flowy robe–deep purple, ruffly sleeves, tied so loosely at the waist it may as well have not been tied at all–and it was completely fucking see-through. Whatever kinda fabric it was clung to the curves of his body like liquid, and did he mention that it was see-through? 

“To what?” Stolas asked, brow furrowing.

Blitzø snapped his eyes back up to meet the owl’s, suddenly feeling very sweaty. “Uh. I wanted to. Um. To… uhhhh… hold on.” He found himself staring at the owl’s chest fluff–not boobs, it was feathers, good to know–and then he tried to stop looking at that but then instead stared at the space between his legs where some dudes would have a penis but this dude definitely did not have that. And then he started to wonder what was there instead, if not a penis.

“...Blitzø?”

“Uh!” Blitzø swallowed thickly, looking back up at him. “You… I just, wanted to tell you… that.. You…are… um…. I…. I…. am gonna go.”

He turned around and ran out of the house as fast as he could and back into the stable, diving into the pile of hay he’d been sleeping on. He instructed Buttercup to avert her eyes, then yanked his pants down and feverishly jacked off until he came about 3.5 seconds later.

Chapter Text

Stolas felt like he was on top of the world. After a week of pining after the mysterious imp who showed up at his cottage in the middle of the night, he was almost positive that he didn’t have any interest in him sexually. He’d been so hopeful when the imp had very clunkily informed him that he was not a rapist, which made Stolas feel pretty certain that he was, but when he wasn’t plowed into his mattress that night he was thoroughly confused. When he went to look for the imp in the morning and found him gone, he was devastated.

Then Blitzø returned and gave him flowers and told him that he was saving himself for the right person, and he felt some of the hope returning. Perhaps getting plowed into his mattress wasn’t entirely off the table!

But as the week progressed, Blitzø really didn’t seem interested. He hadn’t run off again, and he seemed to enjoy spending time with him, but he stopped calling Stolas pretty, and he had gotten so angry when he’d offered to heal his scars. He really hadn’t meant to offend him, he just hated the way the imp seemed to shift around all the time in clear discomfort, and knew that they must have hurt and itched by the way he kept rubbing at them. They seemed somewhat new, perhaps around a year old.

In any case, he’d told himself it was fine. He liked having the imp around and was happy he had found a friend at least, and he could use his imagination. For example, every time he ate a rat he could close his eyes and imagine it was what having Blitzø’s cock in his throat might feel like, minus the fur and plus a few inches. And when he heard nibbling outside of his house he could close his eyes and imagine that it was Blitzø gnawing on him.

But then Blitzø had come into his home at night, which was odd. And he’d knocked on his bedroom door while he was reading Imps in the Sheets for the umpteenth time, and Stolas hadn’t even thought about what he was wearing and how he was practically naked because he was worried something might be wrong. And Blitzø seemed so confused and disoriented, and he thought something must have happened, but then Stolas saw it.

Blitzø had an erection!

Blitzø had an erection, and it was from looking at Stolas!

He could have cried happy tears. Stolas only got to look at it for a second before Blitzø ran off to the stable, but Stolas saw it. It had been there, and it had been real, and it had been massive in comparison to his diminutive stature. 

And now he didn’t have to feel bad about pursuing him!

He hadn’t been able to sleep that night, plotting out how he was going to win him over. Blitzø said he was waiting for the right one, and Stolas knew he was the right one for him, because he had to be, because he had less than a month left, damnit.

And he really did like Blitzø. He was cute, and sweet, and ruggedly handsome, and kind to animals, and he brought him flowers one time. And he had a massive cock, apparently. He was perfect. And Stolas was perfect for him too, or he would make sure Blitzø thought he was, anyway. He didn’t really have much to offer, but he could put on his best show for a chance to have Blitzø’s cock inside him.

If he could just fuck him once, that would be all he needed. Just one time.

So the first order of business was his wardrobe. Blitzø seemed to be very interested in his chest feathers as well as his legs. So, he pulled out his favorite gown and got to work tearing it apart. He cut a long slit up the side and then hacked half of the top off so that his entire upper chest and shoulders were exposed. 

The next thing was the food. Blitzø seemed to love whatever Stolas cooked, which was a miracle. Stolas’ cooking was absolutely awful, and he knew it. It didn’t really matter to him, since he swallowed most of his food whole, but Blitzø acted like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted in his Satan-forsaken life. He must have a very tough stomach, especially considering the fact he’d eaten quite a lot of the outside of his house. 

When the imp mentioned to Stolas that he loved cheese and hot sauce together, Stolas decided not to mention that the “hot sauce” his cheesy house was covered in was laced with a high-grade rat poison. It hadn’t ever been an issue for him to eat rats that had ingested the poison because he was functionally immortal, but he hadn’t expected a little imp to survive eating copious amounts of the stuff. At the time he hadn’t felt too bad about not telling him, because he’d still been under the assumption that he was a rapist, and as long as he fucked him before he succumbed to the poison it would be of no real loss to anyone.

In any case, he was quite glad that the imp had survived the ordeal, and he made sure to supply Blitzø with as much real cheese and non-toxic hot sauce as he could at all times so he didn’t stray and start eating the house again.

Anyway, the food. He had read in several of his novels that food was the way to a man’s heart, and that seemed to be the case with Blitzø. He dug out every single cookbook he could find and studied up, making a list of dishes he could prepare for every meal for the next three weeks.

Then, finally, he needed to research ways in which he could seduce him. He pulled out all of his favorite romance novels and fashion magazines and pored through them. He practiced the poses and lines he could say, he studied up on what to do in varying situations, and he stared at himself in the mirror and reminded himself over and over again that he could convince Blitzø that he was right for him. 

He could do it all in less than three weeks, and then Blitzø would fuck him, and he would be the happiest demon in all of Hell!

—

“Good moooooorrrrrniiiiiingggg Blitzyyyyyyyy!” Stolas cooed, bending at the waist and sliding his body along the top of the table until his thighs were pressed against the edge, fanning out his tail behind him.

Blitzø stared at him with an expression that was slightly hard to decipher, but Stolas could only hope it was something horny or horny adjacent.

“...Morning Stolas.” He mumbled, averting his eyes.

Stolas frowned, straightening back up. “I, um. I made some toast already, and there’s some apple butter in the jar on the table.”

Perhaps it was too early in the morning to throw his cloaca at him. 

“Thanks, birdie.” Blitzø said, sitting down at the table while Stolas turned around and fussed with the crepes he was attempting to make on the stove. “I see you, uh… changed your dress.”

“Oh! …Yes.” Stolas said stiffly, suddenly feeling very self conscious about his choice. 

“Looks nice.”

Stolas’s head snapped back, and he caught the way Blitzø’s eyes were focused on his ass for a split second before darting back up to meet his eyes. He smiled wide and turned back to his food. 

Over breakfast he tried to use the seduction techniques he had studied the night before. He batted his eyelashes, he leaned over so his chest fluff spilled out the top of his dress, and he grabbed various cylindrical vegetables and stroked them up and down, pretending he was cleaning them off. Blitzø seemed somewhat interested in what he was doing, but he didn’t try to fuck him or ask Stolas to repeat the motions on his dick, so it ended up being a bust. 

In the afternoon he changed back into his overalls and got to work on some chores outside, and for some strange reason Blitzø seemed more keen to follow him around. He was very interested in Buttercup’s care and asked if he could work on brushing out the braids in her mane and redoing them. It was one of Stolas’ favorite things to do, but he let the imp do it since he seemed so excited about it. Blitzø lit up when he was working with Buttercup, and he told Stolas all about how much he loved horses and always wanted to have one on his farm at home but his Father told him no. He said that he liked to draw, though, and he had drawn all sorts of horse characters of his own design that he called OCs, and promised to show Stolas some time soon.

That night over dinner Stolas once again attempted to throw himself at Blitzø in any way he could, but the imp wasn’t biting. He flirted and made innuendos and inappropriate hand gestures, and all it got him was Blitzø saying he was tired and needed to go to bed early.

It was unfortunate, really, but he still had time.

Over the next week, Stolas kept trying. Sometimes Blitzø would stare at his mostly exposed thigh, or blush when Stolas complimented him, or spend longer than was strictly necessary when helping him with chores. He made him meals, he knit him a scarf when he complained it was cold, and he made him a new batch of paste to help soothe his scars when he ran out.

Nothing seemed to work, though, to get the imp to fuck him. He refused to let Stolas get close and backed away any time he was less than 5 feet away. It was infuriating! 

The worst part was that Stolas was starting to actually really like him.

Blitzø let him talk about whatever he wanted to talk about, and he never called him boring or told him to shut up. He actually seemed interested in what Stolas had to say, even if it was about nothing of importance. And sometimes they would spend time together saying nothing at all, and that was nice too. Stolas would read, and Blitzø would draw. He had found a mostly blank sketchbook and given it to Blitzø to draw in, but the imp filled the pages in two days. After that he told Blitzø he could just draw horses wherever he saw fit around the cottage, so long as he didn’t mark up his cauldron, his books, or his crystals. 

He underestimated how quickly the imp could fill his home with horse drawings, but he certainly didn’t mind. He liked that every morning when he opened the cabinet to get his kettle he got to say hello to Stapler who was leaping proudly across it, and every evening he got to say goodnight to Biscuit Queen, who was racing along the wooden frame of his bedroom door. There were at least a hundred little horses scattered all around his home now, and each had their own name and interesting backstory.

Blitzø had also opened up and told Stolas a little more about himself. Stolas learned that Blitzø had a twin sister, and a Mother and Father, and they lived just outside of the forest. He loved his Mother and sister, but he didn’t care much for his Father. His Father didn’t care much for him, either.

He told Stolas that just over a year ago, he had started a fire in a barn. It had been an accident, he wasn’t being careful and knocked over an oil lamp, and the fire spread rapidly. He ran to unlatch each of the animal pens and they all got out and ran to safety, but as he himself was trying to leave, some beams collapsed and he became trapped inside. He had been very lucky that he still had the mental capacity and the energy to find a window to crawl through, and he was able to get out, but he had gotten badly burned in the process.

His Father had been furious. It had cost them a lot of money that they didn’t have, and they had to get rid of much of their livestock because they no longer had anywhere to house them. Blitzø said that he felt an immense amount of guilt for it, and that maybe things wouldn’t be as bad as they are now if he had never done it.

“Where did the oil lamp come from?” Stolas had asked when Blitzø finished his story that evening. They were seated on the cushions by his book case, across the room from one another.

“Huh?” Blitzø replied, brow furrowing. 

“The oil lamp you knocked over. Why was it there?” Stolas asked again. “I imagine you would have been using a lantern to help you see at night, so what was the lamp for?”

“Oh.” Blitzø said, blinking in surprise. “Well, it was my Dad’s.” He shrugged. “Sometimes when he wants to get drunk but doesn't want my Mama to yell at him he goes and hides out in the barn and does it. He left his lamp on that night, and when I went around to do my chores I just… wasn’t paying attention and bumped it over.”

“I see.” Stolas said quietly, frowning. “Does he feel any guilt for what happened?”

“Why would he? He didn’t start it.” Blitzø said, tail darting back and forth behind him. 

“Yes, but it was his lamp that started the fire, wasn’t it?” Stolas asked, watching his tail move back and forth.

“Yeah, but…” Blitzø began, his voice tailing off as he looked all around the room, swallowed, then started again. “I knew it was there. I mean, I knew he had been there earlier, and I should have just paid more attention.”

Stolas said nothing for a few moments, blinking at him slowly as he lowered himself down onto the cushions, pulling one up against him and hugging it against his chest. Blitzø watched him, his tail still thrashing back and forth behind him. He wasn’t sure, but he felt like the erratic movements of his tail meant he was uncomfortable with the direction the conversation was going.

“Well, I am very sorry that happened to you, Blitzø, and I’m glad that you got out okay. It was very brave of you to stay long enough to ensure all of the animals could get out.” He let out a little yawn, blinking his eyes slowly.

Blitzø’s cheeks flushed just slightly, and he looked away and muttered a thanks. He remained seated upright, and eventually Stolas closed his eyes, finding himself very sleepy.

He wasn’t sure how long he had laid there, perhaps only a few minutes or perhaps an hour, but something about their conversation kept nagging at him, and he felt the need to say something more.

“Blitzø?” He mumbled, slowly cracking his eyes open to see if the imp was even still there.

“Hmm?” Blitzø hummed in response, and Stolas found that he was still across from him, laying down on the cushions as well.

They stared at one another for a long while, the glow of their eyes the only source of light in the room, other than the pale moonlight beaming through the windows.

“I just don’t think that fire was your fault.” He said, maintaining eye contact with him all the while. “...But I know it’s none of my business.”

Blitzø didn’t say anything and after a few seconds buried his face into the cushion he was resting his head on. Stolas was very tired, still, and closed his eyes.

He woke up some time later, blinking open his eyes slowly to find that it was still the middle of the night. He knew he needed to go to his bed, but before he could push himself up he spotted Blitzø dead asleep on the cushions just across from him, one of his hands stretched out right towards him. It looked as if the imp wanted to hold his hand, and Stolas would have thought this was the case if he didn’t know he was asleep.

Still, his heart beat hard in his chest at the thought. What if Blitzø had wanted to hold his hand, but was too shy to ask him? Stolas could just slowly reach out, and intertwine their fingers, just for a second. The imp would never have to know!

He reached towards Blitzø, but they were still several feet apart, so he carefully and quietly scooted his body towards him. It was a bad idea, he knew, but he just wanted to touch him, and it couldn’t harm anything. A beam of moonlight fell across Stolas’ hand when he was just a few inches away from grazing fingertips with Blitzø, and then he saw it. 

The very faint but unmistakable outline of a ring. A thin, almost imperceptible chain attached to it that faded into nothingness. Stolas yanked his hand back and stared at it. He grasped at the ring with his other hand and could feel it there, just barely. But it was there, and so was the chain. 

He let out a little gasp as tears filled his eyes, and he quickly turned his body all the way around. He held his hand tightly to his chest, doing his absolute best to keep his sobs silent so as not to wake Blitzø. Eventually, he fell asleep again.

When he woke in the morning, Blitzø wasn’t there. He found the imp asleep in the stable, as though he’d never been there in the first place.

—

After that, it had been a challenge for Stolas to act as if nothing was wrong. He could feel the ring on his finger all of the time now, though it wasn’t always visible. Blitzø was of course very perceptive, and he had asked him several times if he was okay. Stolas always lied and said that yes, he was just fine. 

He continued making meals, and he continued to attempt to seduce the imp, and he continued to spend as much time as he possibly could in his presence. Blitzø continued to sleep in the stable at night and seemed to have no interest in actually touching him. 

Stolas wasn’t proud of it, but he started checking on him at night to ensure that he was still there. It’s not like he would have done anything bad if Blitzø had left, but he just wanted to know that he wasn't alone again. It was also beginning to get much colder, even during the day, and Stolas could tell that Blitzø was struggling with it and worried about him at night. He was always shivering, and he was rubbing and scratching at his scars much more often. Stolas knit him a sweater to go with his scarf, and Blitzø had been appreciative. He made another batch of the medicinal balm because he had run out, and he still offered to heal him with magic but Blitzø was very quick to refuse and insisted the balm was enough.

Then one day, nearly three weeks after Blitzø arrived, the weather warmed a bit, and the two of them spent most of the day outside. They had lunch, brushed out Buttercup’s mane and tail, rebraided it, and gave her treats. They spent some time with Gertrude as well, giving her lots of pats and scratches. In the bright sunlight it actually felt quite nice, and Stolas was glad to be wearing the dress he cut to bits so he could feel it directly on his feathers.

“Wanna go for a walk?” 

Stolas blinked his eyes open. He’d been surprisingly comfortable laying on the ground, and he’d nearly fallen asleep.

“Where?” He asked, rolling over onto his side to face Blitzø. As he did, the slit in his dress widened and the fabric fell around his legs in a way that both were nearly entirely exposed.

Blitzø stared at his legs for a few seconds, and then shook his head and cleared his throat. “Um, I–I dunno… in the forest? …You must know your way around it pretty well, right?”

Stolas didn’t allow any of the emotions he was feeling register on his face. “Ah, well, I’ve never ventured into it, in all honesty.” 

Blitzø stared at him, an odd look on his face. “Stolas, that can’t possibly be true.”

“...It is! I’ve never been in the forest.” He replied, frowning.

“Then how did you get here?” Blitzø asked, gesturing all around them. “We’re surrounded by forest.”

“I…” Stolas began, then let his voice trail off. How could he explain it? “I… am a witch, Blitzø. I can teleport myself with magic.”

“Oh! …Duh, I guess. That’s cool.” Blitzø said, tail swaying behind him. “But how come you’ve never gone out there? You let Buttercup wander around in it sometimes and she always comes back just fine.”

Stolas opened and closed his beak. He could feel the ring on his finger and the chain attached to it more than ever, and with it felt his throat beginning to close up. He swallowed thickly and tried to shake the feeling away. “I–I let Buttercup wander because I want her to have freedom to go where she chooses.”

Blitzø practically beamed at him, as if Stolas was actually worth something. “That’s why you’re so cool, Stols.” He pushed himself up to a stand and stretched his arms over his head. “So, how about we go for a walk so you can see what kinda stuff Buttercup likes to get into? And, y’know, my house is out there somewhere too… I’m not sure which direction, but you’re tall, so maybe you can see it better than me? Would be nice to know where it is, I guess.” He added with a little shrug.

Stolas felt his heart plummeting into his stomach. Blitzø wanted to leave. He was being kind about it, and he was trying to make it sound as if it were a harmless suggestion, but he wanted to get away. Stolas couldn’t stop fidgeting with his hands, but the second Blitzø glanced down at them he hid the ring from sight, though he wasn’t even sure the imp could see it. Blitzø slowly looked back up at him, tilting his head to the side, waiting for his answer.

“I… can’t.” Stolas said quietly, averting his gaze.

“...Can’t?” Blitzø replied, letting the question hang in the air for a few seconds. “...Why?”

“I just… can’t go. I can’t take you there.” He replied with a little shrug. “You’ll have to find your way back on your own, if that’s what you want.”

Blitzø stiffened, the spines on his back tensing. “Can’t, or won’t?” 

“I cannot.” Stolas repeated, pushing himself up. “And I also cannot explain it further than that.”

He could tell Blitzø didn’t know what to make of his response right now. He could practically see the gears turning in his mind, the way his gaze sharpened when he felt like he had discovered… something about him.

“So what if I want to go for a walk? Are you gonna tell me I can’t?” Blitzø said warily. “Cause I can go whenever the fuck I want, and I don’t need your help to get home.”

“I never… I can’t stop you from doing what you want to do, Blitzø.” Stolas said, feeling tired and sad. “Though I wish you wouldn’t go.” 

Blitzø scoffed and rolled his eyes. “You know, sometimes I almost feel like I can trust everything you tell me. But I’m pretty sure most of the time you just tell me what you think I wanna hear.”

That hurt Stolas’ feelings, and he didn’t know what to say to that, because he really didn’t know what Blitzø was referring to. So instead of saying anything he might regret, he chose to stand up, say nothing, and go back into his house and cry in his bed because he didn’t want to fight with him. Blitzø didn’t follow after him, and Stolas suspected he probably grabbed his things and left shortly after.

He was startled when, a few hours later, he heard the kitchen door opening and shutting, and the clicking of hooves across the wood floor. He didn’t get up, worrying that Blitzø may have just stopped in to grab some food before he left and had hoped not to speak with him.

Instead of leaving again, Blitzø had stopped outside his door and asked him to come out, apologizing for being rude and asking if he was hungry. And he was, but he didn’t want to say so because he was the one who always made the food for both of them, and he hadn’t done that today because he was too busy being pathetic. But of course Blitzø hadn’t been upset.

“I made myself a sandwich. No biggie, Stols.” Blitzø said, waving a hand dismissively. “And I got something for you, since I figured you didn’t eat.” He pulled a dead rat with a few imp sized bite marks on it out from behind his back, holding it up to him proudly. 

“Oh!” Stolas gasped, cheeks flushing as he held his hands out. Blitzø dropped it to him and he stared down at it, holding onto it tightly. “Blitzø, you didn’t have to do this.”

“I know I didn’t have to, I wanted to because I felt bad for being an asshole and I figured you were hungry. And you keep making me food and I don’t really know how to cook or anything, but I know how to kill shit.” He shrugged, taking a step back before turning and moving over to have a seat at the table.

Stolas turned around when the imp had his back to him and magicked the rat into the drawer of his bedside table. Then he turned back, made a loud gulping sound, and followed after him.

Blitzø turned to him in surprise, looking back and forth before resettling his gaze on him. “Shit, that was fast. …Did you like it? You know you can eat that shit in front of me, I don’t care.” For whatever reason, the imp looked disappointed to have not been able to witness him eating the rat.

“It was wonderful, thank you.” Stolas said, rubbing his stomach enthusiastically and offering him a thumbs up. Blitzø snorted and rolled his eyes as the owl sat himself down across from him.

“Well, sorry, again, for, uh… being a dick.” Blitzø said after a brief silence. “I’ve just been worrying about my family now that it’s getting colder. I’m sure they’re fine, but I wish I could know for sure, y’know?”

Stolas gave him a small smile and nodded. He did understand, and he wished he could help in some way.

“But just because I wanna go see ‘em doesn’t mean that, uh… it doesn’t mean that I don’t wanna see you anymore.” He added sheepishly. “I mean, if you ever wanted me to go I would. But if you don’t mind me hanging out for a while, then I wanna keep hanging out.”

Stolas was sure that his face must be beet red by now, but he didn’t care. He nodded desperately, unable to contain the wide smile that rapidly spread across his face. “I don’t want you to leave. I really enjoy spending time with you, Blitzø.” 

“Me too.” Blitzø said, smiling right back, and fuck, Stolas wanted to grab him and hug him and kiss him and rub himself all over him right now. “So, the stuff you “can’t” do or tell me about… is it some witchy thing?” He asked, waggling his fingers in the air. Stolas giggled.

“Um, in a way.” He replied, trying to find the best way to word it. “There’s just certain things I can’t say to you, Blitzø. But I would like to someday, if I could.”

“Someday, huh?” Blitzø asked, grinning. “What, like a year from now?”

Stolas swallowed thickly, heart beating hard in his chest. Was Blitzø implying he would actually want to be with him for that long? 

“Sooner, I hope.” 

Blitzø blinked at him, then nodded. “M’kay. Well then if I ever ask you a question you can’t answer, just… don’t. Sound good?”

Stolas nodded in return. “Yes, of course. Do you have any questions for me right now?”

“Uh, well…” Blitzø began, tail swaying behind him. “I guess… do you have a family?”

Stolas’ mood darkened a bit, but he did his best to answer. He told Blitzø about how he had a Father and quite a few siblings. Unlike Blitzø, he wasn’t close to his siblings at all and knew little about them. He shared that he didn’t really like his Father, but he also didn’t really know him that well, and that there wasn’t much to tell. Blitzø didn’t ask follow up questions about him.

Blitzø asked where he lived before, and Stolas explained that he had lived in a sizable home before and had not struggled for much, if anything.

“Then what are you doing out here?” Blitzø asked, brow furrowed.

“Well… I just…” Stolas thought about what words he could use, wanting to be as honest as he possibly could. “I wanted to feel like… I needed to get, uh…” He took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly. “I wanted to be somewhere quiet, where I could be surrounded by nature. Some place I could have a garden and space for Buttercup and Gertrude to roam, but not too far from a nearby village. I guess… I just… wanted to be on my own.”

“Weren’t you worried that you’d get lonely living in the middle of a forest?” Blitzø asked, tilting his head to the side.

Stolas let out a little huff of laughter. “I already was lonely.” Blitzø frowned at that and tapped his claws along the table. Stolas realized he was being a downer and straightened up, trying to shift the mood. “It’s been better, here, though.”

Blitzø blinked slowly up at him. “You know, I used to feel lonely a lot of the time too.”

“Really?” Stolas asked, somewhat surprised. He had a hard time imagining someone as charismatic as Blitzø would struggle with something like loneliness. “What changed?”

Blitzø grinned and leaned in a little closer. “Met a new friend who has an awesome horse.”

It took Stolas an embarrassing amount of time to understand that Blitzø was talking about him, and then he wasn’t sure what to say. If he didn’t know any better, it seemed like Blitzø was flirting with him. He wracked his brain to remember all the studying he had done to prepare for this. 

“Y–you know, ever since I made a new friend I’ve been feeling less lonely as well.” Stolas said, leaning forward a bit also, smiling wide at him. He very slowly and (hopefully) discreetly shimmied his shoulders so more of his chest fluff fell out from his dress. “He leaves me little drawings all over my house.”

“Sounds like kind of a dick if he’s drawing on all of your shit.” Blitzø said, eyeing one of said horses that he had drawn on the table. Dr. Pancreatitis, if Stolas was remembering correctly.

Stolas shrugged. “Well, I like him.”

“Well, then I guess that means you like dicks, Stolas.” Blitzø said, his grin beginning to widen before quickly faltering as he caught up to the meaning of his words. “Uh, wait–”

“Love them, in fact.” Stolas said, cutting him off before he could take it back. 

Blitzø stared at him in silence, and Stolas felt a swell of pride at the way his cheeks grew flushed. 

“Cool cool cool.” Blitzø said, looking away as he leaned back in his chair. “So, uh… it’s getting kinda late.”

Stolas frowned, leaning back in his chair with a sigh. “Is it?”

“Yeah, and you know, it’s been getting colder.” Blitzø said, tilting his head to look out the window towards the stable.

“Oh! Well I could bring you more blankets if you’d like?” Stolas said, blinking down at him, and trying not to stare at the way the imp was rubbing at the scar on his arm.

“Sure, that’d be cool, yeah…” Blitzø said hesitantly, then glanced over at the area near the bookcase with all the cushions. “But uh, I was actually thinking that well… I like hanging with Buttercup, but she doesn’t really need me out there, and since it’s so cold it just kinda makes more sense if I maybe… stayed… in here?”

Stolas’ eyes widened. “You want to sleep in my home?”

“If it’s okay? I–I’ll just sleep on some cushions, and I’ll stay out of your way, but if you don’t want–”

“YES!” Stolas shouted, standing up from his chair. “Oh, yes, Blitzy… of course it’s okay, I would love that!” He practically floated over to the reading area, moving cushions together to make a proper bed for the imp and magicking some of his extra blankets down from a cabinet. 

Blitzø got up as well and made his way over to the space, watching him with mild amusement. “Stolas, you don’t gotta do all that, I can make my bed myself.”

“I’m just being a good host!” Stolas huffed defiantly, continuing to arrange the cushions and the blankets until he was pleased. Blitzø sighed but didn’t argue, and once Stolas was done he turned around and beamed down at the imp. “There you are. And if you need more blankets or cushions, just ask.”

Blitzø snorted. “This is way more than I need, Stolas, but thanks.”

Stolas could barely contain his excitement, and was thrilled when Blitzø didn’t immediately want to go to bed. So Blitzø spent some time drawing, and Stolas spent some time reading. He had given all of the cushions to Blitzø so he had to sit on the floor which he didn’t mind, but the imp complained about it incessantly and eventually demanded at the very least Stolas should come sit on the edge of his “bed” so he wasn’t on the floor. And of course Stolas wasn’t going to disagree with that.

It was the closest he had ever been to him without a barrier between them and Stolas tried to act nonchalant as he leaned back against a cushion and continued his reading. He caught Blitzø glancing at him a few times out of the corner of his eyes, and once even saw his tail slowly creeping closer to him. He had fucked up terribly, though, by gasping when it almost made contact with his leg, and Blitzø’s head whipped towards it and he yanked his tail away.

After that Blitzø had apologized profusely and said he was tired. Stolas decided not to fight it because he didn’t want to spook the imp and have him sleeping outside again, so he agreed that it was probably time for bed. He did, however, “forget” his book on one of the cushions when he went back to his room to change into his robe. 

When he went back into the room to retrieve it Blitzø was already huddled under the blankets. Stolas apologized for disturbing him and bent low to grab the book, and when he went back to his bedroom he turned around, bent low again and waggled his fingers as he bid him goodnight.

Blitzø hadn’t said anything in response, but the look on his face said enough.

Once Stolas was tucked up under his sheets he quietly pulled the bedside table drawer open and pulled out the rat Blitzø had caught him. It was such a sweet and romantic gesture, and if he inhaled sharply enough against it he could smell him. He hugged it up against his chest all night, pretending that he was cuddling the little imp instead of a dead rat.

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Blitzø knew he was probably being a little stupid. 

Yeah, sure, he had been with the evil slut witch for 3 weeks, and he probably should have left 2 weeks and 6 days ago. And yeah, sure, sleeping in his house with him was probably a bad idea. 

Buuuut…. Liiiiiike……..

So to be honest, Stolas was hot. And Blitzø really wanted to fuck him. And he wasn’t going to, because he didn’t want to fucking die, but he’d gotten really good at not touching the owl for the past three weeks and he was sure he could keep it up for as long as he needed to. And then he could stare at Stolas for as long as he wanted, and listen to him yap about how much he loved flowers and horses and nature and all kinds of shit.

It was funny because Stolas was trying his hardest to get Blitzø to fuck up and touch him, and while literally everything the owl did was kinda hot, he felt the most attracted to him when he was just doing normal shit and not trying to shove his feathery tits in his face. Like, when he was milking Gertrude or pulling things from his garden. Well, and when he was basically naked in that slut ass robe, that was also really hot. 

In any case, he did want to fuck the owl, but he wasn’t going to. He liked being around Stolas, and he was pretty sure Stolas liked being around him too. He wondered if Stolas would be sad if Blitzø touched him, in all honesty. Maybe Stolas didn’t really want to kill and eat demons who touched him, but he had to for some reason, like a curse. He might even cry if Blitzø touched him, and that would make Blitzø feel like shit, and then he’d get killed right after that probably, and that would suck ass.

But there were a few issues. For one, the colder it got, the more Blitzø worried about his Mama and Barbie. Were they okay? Did they have enough food? Did his Dad do something to Barbie, too? Or was she safe?

He hadn’t tried to find his house again after the first time. He knew he wouldn’t find it. He spent three days wandering before coming here, and then another full day searching after the first night in the stable with no success. Stolas couldn’t help him either, which was… weird, but whatever. He really didn’t seem like he was forcing him to stay, or anything.

Stolas hadn’t done anything evil at all, to be honest. Yeah, he’d been throwing himself at Blitzø incessantly to try to get him to touch him, but other than that, he’d been really sweet. It hardly even made sense to Blitzø that Stolas would be eating people… he grew nearly all his own food and he could even conjure more with magic. Every time he let himself get a little too comfortable he had to remind himself that every other rumor about the owl had turned out to be true so far, so he needed to keep being careful.

Another reason Blitzø wasn’t too keen to leave was, as stated, Stolas had been very sweet to him the entire time he’d been here. He listened to whatever Blitzø had to say with interest, he asked questions, he remembered things, he let him draw horses all over his fucking house… Blitzø had never had anyone want to be around him this badly. Sure, he loved his Mama and his sister, and he knew they loved him, but it was different when it came from someone who didn’t have any obligation to care about you.

Plus, when he was with Stolas, he didn’t feel that nagging guilt in the back of his mind that everything going wrong at the farm was his fault. He didn’t know why he told Stolas about the fire, but he was glad he did. The way the owl had immediately decided that it wasn’t his fault. Even though he was the one covered in burn scars that itched like crazy every day at best, and hurt every time he moved at worst. And Stolas was right, Blitzø decided, because yeah… just because he knocked that stupid lamp over, doesn’t mean he was the one who put it there in the first place. His Dad was a dipshit and left a fucking oil lamp burning unattended in the barn. If Blitzø hadn’t been in there and knocked it over, it would have all caught fire eventually, and then all the animals would have died. And then that fucking medicinal shit he gave him for his burns… holy shit, having some reprieve from them even temporarily might actually be a valid enough reason to let Stolas eat him. 

He had worried when Stolas gave him the first batch that he was doing it to trick him. Give him something that makes them feel better, then say he can’t make any more, and he needed to use his magic, thus needed to touch him, thus would kill and eat his little red ass. But he kept making him more with no signs of stopping any time soon.

Everything was kind of great, actually. The only thing was that Stolas seemed weird, lately. He seemed kind of… jumpy? And he looked around all the time like he thought they were being watched. And he kept doing shit with his hands… like, fidgeting with them and pulling on his fingers. And he had this ring that he sometimes wore, and sometimes didn’t, and the owl would hide his hand away any time Blitzø tried to look at it. 

He also just seemed a little… sad. When he was with Blitzø he was always smiling and acting normal, but when he thought Blitzø wasn’t looking his face would drop. And maybe the owl didn’t realize this, but his upper eyes totally gave away how he was really feeling. So many times Stolas would be smiling all wide and happy at him, and then Blitzø would look up to see his upper eyes arched downward.

If Blitzø flirted with him, though, or told him he was pretty, or called him little nicknames or complimented his cooking or really anything, that seemed to get a genuine smile out of him. So he did that way more, even if it made his dick super confused. The only problem was it made Stolas act way hornier, and way more desperate. The owl was constantly trying to get in his space lately, nearly peeling the dress off his fucking body any chance he got. And Blitzø wanted to let him, but he knew he couldn’t, and every time he rejected the owl he could tell it chipped away at his self esteem. 

Still, for the most part, things had been normal and good, if not great.

One evening while Blitzø was finishing his dinner Stolas pulled out a spell book and opened it on the table. His eyes scanned the pages until he found what he was looking for and then he looked back up with a grin.

“I believe I can open a portal that should let us see how your family is doing. Unfortunately nothing will be able to pass through so you can’t go to them, but you could at least ensure they are safe.” 

Blitzø slowed his chewing, then swallowed. “Shit, really?”

“Yes, I think it should be possible…” Stolas said, glancing back down at the pages and scanning them again. “I would need you to close your eyes and think about your home… Think about what the outside of it looked like, what kinds of trees grew nearby. I’ll tell you when I think I’ve got it.”

So Blitzø did what he asked, and he heard a sound that was similar to someone tearing fabric, and then it was quiet aside from a few little hums from the owl. Blitzø imagined the outside of his house, the barn, the silo, the garden, the edge of the forest and the little path he had first set out on that quickly dissolved into nothing.

Finally, Stolas cleared his throat. “Do you think this is it?”

Blitzø opened his eyes to find a glittery oval hanging in the air in front of him like a picture frame, and through that space he could see the outside of his fucking house.

“That’s it!” He said, standing up and leaning as close as he could to it. “Can you.. Can you see my Mama? Or Barb? It’s late so they’re probably inside. Can you go in the house? Will they see us?”

“I can try… they won’t see us, though, no.” Stolas tapped his talons on the table, then waved a hand in the air. The image in the portal shifted and blurred, and when it cleared he could see the inside of their tiny cottage, and right fucking there at the table were both Barbie and his Mama eating dinner, just like he and Stolas were right now. 

“Holy fuck.” Blitzø said, tears pricking the corner of his eyes. “They’re okay.”

Stolas gave him a little smile and watched him quietly. Blitzø kept staring at the image for several long minutes before he finally looked back up at the owl. 

“Do you want me to try to see where your Father is?” Stolas asked, tilting his head to the side.

Blitzø shook his head, wiping away the tears before they could slip down his cheeks. “Nah, I don’t give a fuck what my Dad’s doing. He’s probably off drunk somewhere.”

Stolas hummed and closed the portal, giving him another smile before standing up and heading over to his little writing desk. He pulled out a leather bound book and started writing in it. 

“Whatcha writing about?” Blitzø asked, pushing himself up from the table and carrying his dishes over to the sink. He hopped up onto a step stool and began washing them.

“Currently I am writing care instructions for Gertrude and Buttercup.” He replied, not looking up. 

“Oh. …Why?” Blitzø asked.

Stolas didn’t answer for a while, continuing to write in the book. When he finally did, his voice seemed high and tight. “Just… in case anyone would ever need to know.”

As the days went on, Stolas kept writing more things, telling Blitzø it was advice for the gardens and basic house care. Blitzø kept asking him why he was doing this now, and the owl wouldn’t say much other than it seemed like a good idea to have instructions for this sort of thing just in case.

So Blitzø kept helping out with farm and house chores to prepare for winter, kept flirting with the owl and telling him he was pretty and talking about what kinds of things they could be doing a month from now, six months from now, a year or more. And Stolas would look so genuinely happy until he would inevitably try to get Blitzø to touch him and Blitzø would be forced to turn him down.

It all blew up one day, about a month into Blitzø staying with Stolas, when Blitzø made the mistake of calling him pretty bird while leaning halfway across the table, and then talked about what kinds of stuff he might want to try growing in the Spring. He saw that glint in Stolas’ eyes and he already knew what was coming. 

“I should make a list…” Stolas said, standing up and pushing his chair in. He removed his hat and set it on the table and then headed over to the counter to grab a pad of paper, and either accidentally or totally on purpose knocked it to the floor. He bent down to pick it up and Blitzø’s stupid, traitorous tail whipped back and forth super fucking loud.

And then Stolas stood back up and had that look on his face, the ‘I know you’re at least half hard right now’ kinda look on his face, and dusted his hand off on his dress. But like, right where his, uh… not dick was, and in a very porny type of way, and it was fucking ridiculous but it totally worked on Blitzø and his brain filtered out pretty much anything Stolas had said after that because most of the blood in his body was rushing to his dick.

Somehow it escalated to Stolas claiming he needed to clean out the oven and bending over and shoving half his body into it with his ass sticking out and his tail fanned out all pretty.

“It would be such a shame if someone were to take advantage of me right now when I’m like this!”

Blitzø blinked hard a few times, then shook his head. “Uh… what?” 

“I saaaaaid…” Stolas began, wiggling his ass back and forth as he ‘cleaned’. “It would be such a shame if someone were to come up behind me and take advantage of me right now!”

Blitzø didn’t say anything for a long while, because he started to wonder if it would really be so bad. Would Stolas even actually kill him? He definitely wanted to get fucked. Shit, he could just go and… “help” him get unstuck from the oven or… what was he pretending to do? Clean? Yeah, whatever. He could just get his hands on the bird’s hips and gently pry him loose. If he was helping the owl when he touched him, would it even count?

No, no, nope. It would count. It was another trick, another test, one that he wasn’t going to fuck up. So he cleared his throat, and stayed seated at the table.

“No worries, Stols. I’ll keep an eye out and make sure nothing happens.”

And then Stolas didn’t say anything for a long time, and Blitzø waited for him to do something. Eventually, the owl pulled himself out from the oven and stood back up, his back turned towards him. 

“Why?” Stolas said, voice so quiet Blitzø could hardly hear him.

“...Why what?” He asked, folding his hands on top of the table nervously.

Stolas whipped around, clinging to the counter top behind him as he stared down at him with tear filled eyes. “Why not?” 

“Why not what, Stolas?” Blitzø asked, tilting his head slightly.

“Why!” Stolas shouted, throwing his hands up in the air in frustration. “Why won’t you just fuck me already?”

Blitzø blinked at him, mouth hanging open wordlessly. Stolas let out an angry huff and Blitzø looked away, and the first thing he noticed was that fucking ring on the owl’s finger again, glowing bright. Stolas noticed where his eyes had landed and quickly folded his arms over his chest instead, tucking his hand away and out of sight.

“You’re not a virgin, as you’ve said. So why?” Stolas hissed. “Am I so unattractive you won’t even consider it?”

“No! Stolas, that’s fucking stupid–”

“Then what is it?” He snapped, eyes narrowing angrily as tears slipped down his cheeks. “I don’t care how you want to do it, or even what you want to do! We can fuck on the kitchen table, or on the kitchen floor. I can set up candles and throw out rose petals and we can fuck in my bed, or you can throw me down in the dirt and fuck me outside. You can stare me in the eyes the whole time or put a paper bag over my fucking head, I don’t care!”

Blitzø was unable to find his words again, having so many scenarios of how he could fuck Stolas thrown at him in rapid succession. He was trying not to visualize them because he did not want his boner to get any worse (or better, depending on your perspective) than it was right now. 

“Why not? What’s wrong with me?” Stolas said, pressing his hands into his chest and glaring down at him, but Blitzø saw the way his top set of eyes weren’t glaring to match the lower ones. The top set of eyes just looked really, really sad.

“Stolas, it’s not… there’s nothing wrong with you.” He said carefully. “It’s just… you know why, don’t you?”

Stolas stared at him for a good long while, his expression hard to crack. Blitzø didn’t know if revealing that he knew the owl’s secret would be a good idea or not. He wished Stolas would just admit that he was trying to get Blitzø to touch him so that he could eat him. Would that have been so difficult? But Stolas continued to say nothing, so Blitzø had to figure out something to say.

“I told you that I’m, uh… saving myself.” He said, gritting his teeth as the words came out because it was such a stupid lie. “...For someone special.”

And then Stolas kept staring at him and looked really, really fucking sad. Well he looked angry, but his upper eyes started crying, and then his beak wobbled, and he nodded once and said “I see.” before marching into his bedroom and slamming the door shut.

Blitzø felt like shit, so he marched himself out of the house and threw himself into the pile of hay in the stable. He wasn’t sure if he felt worse about making Stolas cry, or about the fact that he had furiously masturbated the second he was in said pile of hay because he couldn’t stop thinking about all the different ways Stolas told him he could fuck him.

Blitzø stayed away from the cottage until it got too dark and too cold for him to stand it anymore outside. He rolled out of the hay and glared up at the full moon that hung bright and stupid in the sky, pissing him the fuck off. His scars were itchy and his skin felt tight from how long he’d sat in the cold, and he had used up his last of the medicinal balm the other day so he had nothing to fix it. 

There was a faint greenish blue glow coming from the windows of the cottage, and Blitzø carefully pushed the door open and stepped inside to find the owl leaning over his cauldron, a sad look on his face. He didn’t look up when Blitzø came in.

“Um… hi Stolas.” Blitzø said slowly, making his way over to his makeshift bed and plopping himself down on it. He tugged one of his blankets up around him. “The moon looks pretty tonight if you, uh, wanted to go look at it.” He added, feeling stupid as he said it.

“Oh, no thank you, Blitzø.” Stolas said, still not looking up as he let out a long sigh and continued to stare down at the shit in front of him. 

“Is that the stuff for my scars?” Blitzø asked, tilting his head to the side. It certainly looked and smelled like it, but he’d never seen the owl making it in his cauldron before.

“Yes, it should be enough to last you a very long while, but it won’t be ready until tomorrow.” He said, waving a hand over it as a puff of smoke erupted from it. 

“Oh, thanks.” Blitzø said, rubbing at his legs under the blankets. “Why are you making so much?” Stolas didn’t answer, staring deep into the cauldron and watching the contents swirl around. “..Stolas?”

“Would you take care of Gertrude and Buttercup?” Stolas asked suddenly as he pushed himself up to a stand. 

Blitzø’s brow furrowed. “...Yeah? What do you mean?”

“I’m going to be leaving tomorrow.” Stolas said, turning back towards his bedroom and walking over to the doorway, leaning against the frame.

Blitzø blinked slowly. “Like… on a trip or something? Y…yeah, I can watch them.”

“Thank you.” Stolas said, still not turning around. There was a strange silence that filled the air between them, and then Stolas spoke again. “I won’t be coming back, so they’ll be your responsibility.”

And with that, he went into his bedroom and shut the door.

—

Fucking fuck fuck fuck.

Blitzø was going out of his fucking mind. His whole body fucking hurt, it felt like there were ants marching around under his skin, and no matter how much he rubbed or scratched it didn’t fucking help. He’d been tossing and turning for over an hour now attempting to fall asleep, and it wasn’t getting any better.

He stared at the cauldron with the glowing balm inside. Stolas said it wasn’t ready yet, and Blitzø didn’t want to boil himself alive or whatever might happen if he tried to rub it on himself. And maybe he kind of deserved it anyway, to feel like shit, because he made Stolas feel like shit and now the owl said he was leaving tomorrow.

And what did tomorrow exactly mean? Like tomorrow morning? Afternoon? Did he mean at 12:01 AM? Blitzø was going to stop him before he left, obviously, and beg him to stay. But what if Stolas just teleported away before he ever got the chance? What if Stolas told him no, and just left anyway?

Fuck. He was so fucking itchy.

His family was okay without him, and that was his main fear these past few weeks. His Dad hadn’t done anything to Barbie, and both she and his Mama seemed like they were doing okay. And Blitzø missed them, but they didn’t need him. In fact, his family might have been better off without him. And Stolas was about to go away somewhere that Blitzø wasn’t allowed to follow, he assumed, and then he was just going to what… be alone? That sounded fucking miserable. And you know what hadn’t been miserable? Spending the last four weeks with Stolas.

Maybe Stolas needed to eat other demons to live, or something. Maybe if he didn’t eat Blitzø, he was going to die. And Stolas had saved Blitzø from dying four weeks ago by letting him stay at his house and cooking him a ton of food and he’d also been very polite and never touched him without permission, and he’d also given Blitzø a shit ton of jack off material with the way he had flung himself at him constantly. 

Maybe Stolas had secretly put a stupid spell on him and made him a total stupid idiot, but he was starting to think that it would be a fair trade. If he went back home it might just be the same old shit and his Dad was gonna try to kill him or his sister, and he’d rather it be him. And if Stolas leaves then he’d be alone anyway, and that’d be miserable. So maybe he should just get it over with and let Stolas live his best evil slut life and eat him, or whatever.

Satan fucking damnit he was so fucking itchy!

“Fuckin’ CHRIST!” He screeched, twisting and turning under the covers in an attempt to relieve the feeling. He was so frantic and irritated as he rolled around that he didn’t hear the sound of the owl’s bedroom door opening or the click of his talons across the wooden floor.

“Blitzø?”

Blitzø froze, poking his head out from under the blanket to find Stolas crouching down a few feet away from him, concern etched across his face.

“Hey Stols.” He grumbled in response, slowly twisting and shifting his body so that he was facing him. As he did, he noticed the owl was wearing that slutty ass see through robe again, which was nice.

“What’s wrong?” Stolas asked, tilting his head gently to the side.

“Fucking itchy.” Blitzø replied. 

“Oh dear…” Stolas said softly, glancing at the cauldron. “Well.. the balm won’t be ready until tomorrow. I’m sorry, Blitzø.”

“Can’t you just fix it?” Blitzø huffed in response, shoving his arms out from under the blanket and holding them out towards the owl. Stolas’ eyes widened and he scooted back.

“I…I could with my magic but I would have to touch you.” Stolas said, staring down at his hands. “And I know you don’t–”

“It’s fine, Stolas. Please.” He said, inching the tiniest bit closer to the owl.

Stolas stared at him for a few seconds longer and then nodded, slowly moving his hands towards Blitzø’s. And that’s when Blitzø had a thought. If Stolas was the one to touch him first, maybe that didn’t even count. Maybe Stolas actually wanted to heal him, and this could be a work around. Maybe he–

“Whenever you’re ready.” Stolas said, his hands held out an inch from his.

Except Stolas wouldn’t touch him first because obviously he was smarter than that. Blitzø hesitated for a few seconds, then decided that it didn’t fucking matter anyway because he didn’t want to be alone, so might as well let the hot owl eat him. So he closed the distance between them and grabbed onto the owl’s hands.

Stolas let out a little gasp, a pink blush appearing on his cheeks. Blitzø waited patiently for his life to end, or whatever. But then, the owl closed his eyes, and his hands started to glow with his purple and blue magic, and that magic slowly spread to Blitzø’s hands and then up his arms. Pretty soon he could feel it on his whole body, and it felt fucking weird. 

And then it suddenly vanished, and so did the itchiness and all of the pain he had felt just moments before.

“Holy shit.” Blitzø said, staring down at his hands which were still clinging tightly to the owl’s, and turning them over. He stretched his fingers out a bit then relaxed them. His scars were still there, but his skin just felt like normal fucking skin. It wasn’t tight and it didn’t pinch.

Stolas actually fucking cured him. 

“Did it help?” Stolas asked so quietly Blitzø almost didn’t hear him. 

“Yeah, it really fuckin’ worked.” Blitzø replied, still in shock as he stared down at his hands. When he finally looked up, the owl had tears in his eyes. He rubbed his thumbs against the back of his feathery hands. “What’s wrong, Stols?”

Maybe he had done of the wrong thing, and as he had suspected before Stolas was sad now that Blitzø had fucked up and forced him to eat him.

“I’m just happy that I was able to help you.” Stolas said, giving him a wobbly smile as a tear slipped down his cheek.

Blitzø’s chest did a little somersault. 

Well, he had already touched Stolas, and he couldn’t take that back. So there was no harm in touching him more, at this point.

He launched himself at the owl, cupping his cheeks in his hands and kissing him as he twisted them both around and pushed him onto the cushions on the floor. Stolas hooted in surprise but didn’t try to pull away and let Blitzø reposition them with no resistance. He kept kissing him on the beak and on the cheeks and under his jaw while the owl laid there and kept letting out little gasps and hoots in surprise. Blitzø stopped for a second and pushed himself up to look down at him. His slutty little robe had fallen open and left nearly all of his feathers exposed, and he wasn’t about to let that opportunity slip by.

Now that Blitzø had touched him he felt fucking feral. He was so soft, way softer than he’d have ever imagined, and he wanted to feel every part of him. He kissed all over his white faceplate, then down his neck, and then buried his face in the owl’s chest fluff as he pressed his body into him and rubbed himself against him and let out a loud purr, which was embarrassing, but he’d be dead soon so who gave a shit? His tail had a mind of its own and coiled itself tight around the owl’s thigh, and the spade of it swiped against Stolas’ not penis, which seemed to be some kind of a hole situation, and it was wet as fuck already–

“Blitzø!!” Stolas panted, hands twitching at his side as he wriggled underneath him.

“Sorry.” Blitzø huffed, rubbing his face all over Stolas’ chest and wrapping his tail lower down his leg. “Sometimes imp tails just do shit. But uh, just… y’know. Do what you gotta do.”

“I…I…I’m sorry?” Stolas squeaked. 

Blitzø pushed himself up and looked down at him, sliding his hands down the owl’s side and taking a firm grip around his waist. “I know about you, Stolas. Just do your little… slutty… thing.”

“My… slutty thing?” Stolas asked, eyes trailing down Blitzø’s body and landing on his boner, his tiny white pupils laser focused on it.

“Yeah, just fucking eat me, or whatever. I don’t care how you have to do it, but I guess painlessly would be nice.” Blitzø said, tail swishing in the air behind him. “I’m probably too big for you to swallow whole like one of your rats, but if that is an option that’d be… y’know… nice.”

“Oh.” Stolas said, pushing himself up onto his elbows. “Really? You’d let me?”

Blitzø snorted, pinching his feathery sides gently. “Yeah, I mean, it’d probably be the best way?”

“R…right!” Stolas said, pushing himself up a little more and forcing Blitzø to slide down to sit on his lap. “Well then you should… probably… lie down?”

“Uhhh yeah, I guess?” Blitzø said with a shrug. In all honesty it didn’t seem like the easiest way, but what did he know? 

He uncoiled his tail from Stolas’ leg and began climbing off his lap. Stolas sat all the way up and turned around, and once Blitzø was laying on his back he crawled over him and stared down at him. His robe hung loosely around his body and once again may as well have not been on at all with how much Blitzø was able to see, but he wasn’t complaining. Stolas gave him a wide grin and started to bend down, and as bad as Blitzø wanted to keep staring at him he didn’t really want to watch the owl fucking eat him, so he looked away.

The first thing he felt was Stolas grabbing the hem of his cotton sleep pants down, which seemed like a weird place to start, but whatever. Then there was a few seconds where nothing happened, and then suddenly Blitzø felt a warm, wet heat enveloping his fucking dick.

He gasped loudly, eyes flying open, and he found Stolas about halfway down his dick, staring at him with wide eyes.

“The fuck are you doing?” Blitzø asked, heart pounding hard in his chest. 

Stolas froze, mouth still on his cock. “...Ahh thohhh thih wuh ooh waahhnnehhh.”

Blitzø grabbed the owl’s crest feathers and pulled him off. Stolas’ mouth hung open, a string of saliva connecting the tip of his tongue to Blitzø’s dick, which made him regret pulling the owl off at all.

“I thought this was what you wanted.” Stolas repeated, much easier to understand without a dick in his mouth.

Blitzø stared at him, considering if he should explain that no, he hadn’t thought that Stolas was going to start eating him by sucking his dick off first, but he decided that he shouldn’t look a gift owl in the mouth or whatever, so he wordlessly shoved Stolas’ head back down.

Stolas picked back up where he started, swallowing his whole fucking dick in one go, virgin my fuckin’ ass, and then contracted his throat muscles around it and Blitzø couldn’t help but whine and moan pathetically while the owl was hoovering his fucking dick. Then he started moving up and down it, swirling his tongue around and doing that throat thing and humming which was sending vibrations up his dick and all through his body and he wasn’t proud of it, but he came pretty much immediately. And Stolas just pressed his head all the way down to the base of his dick and swallowed all of it.

Stolas eventually pulled himself off with a wet pop, staring up at Blitzø with a hopeful expression.

“Fuck, Stols. That was fucking awesome.” Blitzø panted, pushing himself up a bit so he could grab and rub at the owl’s head feathers. Stolas trilled happily, pressing himself between Blitzø’s thighs and kneading them with his hands. “Not that I’m complaining, or anything, just uh… when exactly are you going to kill me?”

Stolas’ brow furrowed. “I beg your pardon?”

“Stolas, I know who you are. You’re the slutty owl that tricks demons into touching him and then you eat them.” Blitzø said with an eyeroll. Stolas’ beak fell open incredulously. “Look, I’m not mad at you, swear to Satan. You’ve been really nice to me these last four weeks and I really liked spending time with you. And if it makes you happy, then it’s fine. I mean, my family is good without me, and I don’t want you to leave so… go for it, I guess.”

“Blitzø… I have no idea what the fuck you’re talking about.” Stolas said as he pushed himself up to a seated position.

Blitzø's brow furrowed this time, and he pushed himself up too, pulling his pants back up over his dick. “...You’re not the slutty witch?”

Stolas tapped thoughtfully on his beak before answering. “I am a witch, and whether or not I’m slutty is debatable, but I don’t think I am the slutty witch you’re talking about.”

Blitzø narrowed his eyes at him, tail whipping back and forth. “Nuh uh! You’re just like what everyone said. You’re slutty, super desperate, you kept trying to trick me into touching you.”

“I… I’m not…. I didn’t try to trick you into touching me!” Stolas stammered, hand flying to his chest.

“Yes you did! You kept trying to get me to hold your hand and offering to heal me with your magic!” Blitzø spat, folding his arms over his chest.

“I just did those things because I like you!” Stolas cried. “...And I might be a little desperate, but is that so wrong?”

“Stolas, you don’t have to lie to me!” Blitzø snapped, feeling his anger rising. “Everyone knows there’s a slutty witch in the forest who showed up a year ago, tries to trick demons into touching him, and if you do he fucking eats you.” Stolas began opening his beak to retaliate, but Blitzø cut him off. “AND! You can’t touch people without their permission!”

Stolas blinked at him, then quickly reached a hand forward and cupped his cheek. He gave him a little squish before letting go and dropping his hand back to his side.

Blitzø stared at him incredulously. “....What?”

“What do you mean, what?” Stolas replied. 

“You mean you could have just… touched me this entire time?” Blitzø asked, tail whipping faster.

“Well… yes, but… you told me not to and I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” Stolas said with a little shrug. 

“So I could’ve been touching you this entire time and nothing bad would have happened?” Blitzø said, uncrossing his arms and staring down at his hands. “And you’ve just been all… crazy fucking horny for me and throwing yourself at me, but not touching me because you were just being fucking… polite?”

Stolas blinked at him, moving his hands into his lap and fidgeting with his ring. “Well, I suppose–”

Blitzø launched at him again, smashing their mouths together for the second time as they both fell to the floor. Stolas once again hooted in surprise but didn’t resist him, but he kept his mouth firmly shut.

“Fucking kiss me back, bitch.” Blitzø mumbled against his mouth.

“Ahhmm–” Stolas tried to say something, but Blitzø shoved his tongue into his mouth and started tonguefucking the shit out of him. He roughly grabbed his head feathers and yanked his head to the side which made Stolas gasp in a kind of slutty way, which Blitzø took as permission to slot their mouths together and deepen the kiss and tonguefuck him harder.

Stolas writhed underneath him and his arms wrapped around Blitzø’s back, so he ground his dick which was already fucking hard again, fuck yeah, against Stolas’ stomach. Stolas sputtered and was suddenly grabbing at him and trying to push him off, so Blitzø relented and disconnected their mouths but he didn’t want to stop so he started kissing down his neck and then bit down hard in the space between his neck and his shoulder blade.

Stolas let out a loud squawk and his hands flew to Blitzø’s shoulders as he once again tried to push him off. This time Blitzø let him do it, though he wasn’t happy about it.

“Stolas, what?” Blitzø grumbled, staring down at the owl who was panting wildly.

“B…B…Blitzø… stop!” He gasped, shaking his head and wiping some of the drool from the corner of his mouth.

“What?” Blitzø asked again, tail thrashing behind him. “Stolas, please don’t tell me that you only wanted to fuck me and that you don’t wanna do any other shit with me because that’s actually going to hurt my fucking feelings.”

“N…no, I….” Stolas gasped, shaking his head again before staring up at him wordlessly.

“Because I fucking like you, okay? I wanna fuck the shit out of you but I also want to makeout with you, and I want to hug you and hold your hand and all that gay shit. I want you to make us matching sweaters, and… shit, make ones for Buttercup and Gertrude too.” He placed a hand in the owl’s head feathers and gently ran his claws through them. “I want to catch you all the fucking rats you wanna eat so your house doesn’t have to be covered in fucking cheese and hot sauce all the time. I want you to meet my Mama and my sister, and… I don’t want you to meet my Dad but you probably gotta. Whatever. And I wanna take you on a date! I–”

“Blitzø!” Stolas’ hands shot up and he cupped both of his cheeks, staring at him so intensely his white pupils appeared again. And if Blitzø squinted, he was pretty sure they looked like little hearts. “I want to do all of those things too, but I don’t think we have time for that!”

“The fuck do you mean?” Blitzø snapped, his tail curling around one of the owl’s forearms.

Stolas pulled one of his hands away and held it out in front of both of their faces. The ring that he had been trying to hide for the last week was glowing brighter than Blitzø had ever seen it before, and for the first time he noticed a tiny little chain attached to it that floated off into the air. He tried to follow where it went, but it faded into nothing as it neared the window.

“I’m engaged, Blitzø.” Stolas said, his voice cracking as a frown spread across his face. “I don’t want to be, but I am. As soon as the clock strikes midnight I’ll be forced to return back home to complete the marriage ceremony.”

Blitzø’s eyes narrowed at the little ring, then at Stolas. “...Is your fiancé the evil slutty witch who eats people?”

“Blitzø, there is no evil slutty witch who eats people, someone made that up. Though I wouldn’t put it past my fiancé to try, I suppose.” He said with a sad sigh. “I begged my Father not to make me marry her, and he gave me a year. If I was able to bed someone of their own free will before the year was up, my engagement would be broken and I could live my life out however I saw fit.”

Blitzø blinked at him slowly. “Okay… so… why didn’t you tell me that before?”

Stolas gave him a little shrug. “I couldn’t. I think because you have made it clear you would fuck me, the spell he put on me allowed me to share that with you?”

“Well.. did you sucking my dick count? Because I feel like that counts as bedding someone.” Blitzø said, grabbing his hand and staring at the ring.

“Sadly no, because the ring is still here.” Stolas said, frowning. “I was hoping, but… it’s alright.”

“Well shit, Stols. How much time we got?” He asked, looking back at the owl.

Stolas turned to look at the clock on the wall, his frown hardening into a tight line. “Less than six minutes.”

“Oh, six minutes? We can bang it out in six minutes no problem.” Blitzø said, hopping off of him and bending down to scoop him up in his arms. 

“Oh!” Stolas gasped and wrapped his arms around his neck. “Are you quite certain?”

Blitzø nodded enthusiastically, marching them both towards the bedroom. “Oh yeah, I can do this real fast!”

He kicked the door open and walked them through it, bonking Stolas’ head on the doorframe accidentally on the way, but the owl didn’t seem to mind and Blitzø apologized profusely while giving him a few smooches to make up for it. Then he tossed him up onto the bed and leapt up after him, pulling the sheets back and–

“Jesus titty-fucking christ, what is that?” Blitzø hissed, picking up a big, dead as fuck rat out of the bed.

“Oh!!” Stolas sat up, cheeks burning a dark red. “I, um… it was the rat you… you caught me and… I just… well it smelled like you a bit, and I just thought… I just taxidermied it and filled it with stuffing, so, um… I could hold it when I slept?”

Blitzø stared at the dead rat turned stuffed animal and shook it once, then decided he did not have time to dwell on this right now because he had an owl to pound into the mattress. He leaned over the edge of the bed and chucked the rat underneath, then turned his attention back on Stolas. He pulled the covers back and pulled the owl over by him, settling himself between his thighs.

“Are you actually a virgin?” Blitzø asked as he pulled his shirt off over his head and then yanked his pants off as well, tossing them aside.

“Yes.” Stolas said quietly, eyes travelling all up and down his body. “A…are you?”

“Nah, but I’ve only done shit with someone like one time.” He said, grabbing at the arms of Stolas’ robe and sliding them down. “You want the robe on or off?”

“I…it doesn’t matter.” Stolas said stiffly.

“Kay, it stays on then.” Blitzø stopped tugging at the robe and bent down to place a kiss on the owl’s forehead. “Also, Stols, relax. I’m gonna take care of you. But uh, since you’re a virgin it’s probably gonna hurt. And we don’t really have time for me to… loosen you up first.”

“I don’t mind pain.” Stolas said, totally innocently by the way, but it filled Blitzø’s head with a bunch of insane shit he could come back to another day. 

Blitzø spread Stolas’ thighs and then brought his hand up and spat onto his fingers. He lowered it and started rubbing his fingers all around the rim of whatever the fuck Stolas had, a pussy or whatever. “Time? …And what is this?”

“Uh–uhmm…” Stolas stuttered, waving his hand in the air with a purple glow. The clock from the other room floated in and decked Blitzø in the side of the head. “Oh shit! S…sorry!” 

“No worries, Stols.” Blitzø hissed, picking it up and setting it on the night stand. He stared at the clock and winced. Five minutes. He didn’t want to just jam his dick up into Stolas’ whatever this thing was because it was gonna hurt, but that didn’t leave them much time. Maybe he should have Stolas give him a safeword.

“Cloaca.” Stolas said breathily as Blitzø slipped a finger inside him.

“That’s what you want for your safe word?” Blitzø asked, sliding his finger in and out. Damn, whatever this thing was felt fucking nice, and Stolas was already wet as hell.

“N…no? What?” Stolas panted. “It’s what… it’s called.”

Blitzø stared at him dumbly, his brain taking a little too long to register that he had not in fact asked Stolas for a safeword outloud, and that Stolas was answering his earlier question.

“Oh, okay. A cloaca. I like it.” Blitzø said, super smoothly. He added in another finger and pumped them in and out. “Give me a safeword. In case you want me to stop for some reason. A word you wouldn’t normally say during sex.” He added while scissoring his fingers inside him.

Stolas gasped and moaned loudly, rolling his hips down onto his fingers. “Ahhh—ummm… a…aubergine.”

Blitzø nodded and pulled his fingers out, gripping the owl’s hips and pulling them up towards him. “You ready?”

Stolas nodded feebly. “W…what’s yours?”

Blitzø blinked. “I don’t need one.” He pressed the tip of his dick up against Stolas’ birdpuss, but the owl pressed back against him.

“Aubergine!” Stolas wailed, crossing his arms over his chest petulantly. “Yes you do, it’s only fair.”

Blitzø rolled his eyes. “Fine, uh…” His eyes darted all around the room, landing on a little cross stitch thingy that hung on the wall. It was a scarecrow sitting above all sorts of crops someone might grow in a garden. “...Eggplant.” He said with a shrug, before shoving himself inside.

Stolas gasped and his hands flew up to Blitzø’s shoulders, staring at him with those definitely heart shaped pupils again. Blitzø pushed himself in slowly, but then looked at the clock and started pounding into him faster. He would have felt bad because this would probably not be anyone’s ideal first time, but Stolas was moaning like a fucking whore underneath him and his birdpuss felt so fucking good wrapped around his cock.

“Oh Blitzø, oh fuck!” Stolas moaned, wrapping his legs around him.

Blitzø tilted Stolas’ hips up just slightly and the owl screeched the next time he pounded into him, and then his birdpuss was convulsing around him and Blitzø could feel the owl’s cum leaking out onto the base of his dick and then he was cumming about 2 seconds later.

He flopped down on top of him, panting against his feathery chest while Stolas rubbed his hands up and down his back. Blitzø turned his head to look at the clock and grinned to himself. 3 minutes to spare.

“Aubergine!” Stolas cried.

“Stolas, you don’t have to call your safeword, we already stopped.” Blitzø said with an amused grin as he slowly pushed himself up to stare down at the owl. His smile dropped as soon as he saw that Stolas had tears in his eyes, and from the looks of it, not happy tears.

“It didn’t work.” Stolas said, holding up the hand that still had the ring firmly attached. “I… I don’t know…”

Blitzø felt his own heart sink but he didn’t let it show on his face. “Shh, Stolas. Don’t cry.” He pushed the hand away and cupped the owl’s cheeks, gently wiping his tears. “Maybe we, uh… have to do other kinds of sex stuff?”

“I don’t–”

Blitzø didn’t have time for this shit, so he quickly kissed the owl on the beak and then moved himself down between his thighs, roughly shoving them apart and pressing his mouth up against his birdpuss. Stolas’ hips bucked up and he got a whole mouth full of cloaca, which rocked, and then he went to town licking and sucking and doing whatever made Stolas moan the loudest. He shoved his tongue up inside it and even bit down on it a little which Stolas seemed to really like, which was weird but hot, and then Stolas was cumming again.

Blitzø popped up between his legs, birdpuss juice dripping off his face. Stolas was panting and gasping and shakily held his hand up to look, and then let out a little cry. The fucking ring was still there.

“Satan fucking damnit!” Blitzø hissed, wrapping an arm around Stolas and moving him to sit up, then shoving two fingers with his other hand up into his birdpuss and fingering the shit out of him. “You got any other holes I don’t know about?”

“N…n…no..” Stolas sobbed against him as Blitzø kept fingerfucking him hard and fast. 

“Why the fuck isn’t it working?” Blitzø spat, curling his fingers and making Stolas wail in a less depressing and more porny type of way. He glanced at the clock–fuck–one fucking minute before midnight.

“I–I–” Stolas gasped and came again, and if Blitzø wasn’t so fucking stressed right now he’d be damn proud because that might have been a world record. He clung to the owl as he shook limply in his grasp and grabbed his hand to check and wanted to scream when he saw that fucking ring was still there.

“Well what the fuck!” Blitzø snapped, trying to take the ring off himself with no luck. “We did a whole bunch of sex shit! Why didn’t it work?” Stolas wrapped himself around him and wept into his shoulder, and Blitzø rubbed at the back of his head with his free hand. 

“I don’t want to go.” Stolas cried gently against his shoulder. “I…I love you.”

Blitzø buried his face into the side of the owl’s head. “I love you too.”

The ticking of the clock suddenly felt so fucking loud in his ears, but then he had a thought. He pulled back from Stolas and grabbed at the ring hand again, pulling it in front of them both. Maybe it wasn’t about fucking each other, but about loving each other?

But… nope. The ring was still there, and a quick glance at the clock told him there were ten fucking seconds left. 

“Do you mean it?” Stolas asked wetly as he stared down at the ring.

“Obviously, Stols. I was gonna let you fucking kill me.” Blitzø replied, sniffing and wiping the tears out of his eyes. “This shit’s fucking gay.”

Tick … tick … tick … tick …

“I’m sorry.” Stolas said quietly, looking back up at him.

Tick … tick …

“Don’t be, it’s not your fault.” Blitzø replied, his heart fucking cracking open in his chest.

Tick … tick … tick …

“I love you.” Stolas said again.

“I–”

Blitzø was cut off by the chiming of the clock and he clung to the owl a little tighter. Stolas’ eyes went wide and he looked back and forth frantically. They both sat there frozen as the clock chimed on, and Blitzø thought bitterly about the fact he was about to lose his (not evil) slutty witch owl sorta boyfriend who he loved in about two fucking seconds.

It felt like it took for fucking ever for the clock to chime twelve times, and when it did, he took one last look at the owl with teary eyes.

…And nothing fucking happened.

Stolas’ brow furrowed and he looked down at his hand and at the ring that still sat there, glowing brightly.

“...Is there some kinda time zone difference?” Blitzø asked, tilting his head. 

“No, there shouldn’t be–”

All of a sudden, the ring vanished in a puff of red smoke.

“Holy shit!” Stolas screeched, holding his hand up in the air and flexing and unflexing his fingers. “It… it worked!”

“Why the fuck did it take so long?” Blitzø hissed, snatching the owl’s hand out of the air and rubbing his fingers over the spot where the ring was. 

“I don’t know!” Stolas cried, wiping the tears out of his eyes. “Maybe it was just going to vanish at midnight on the last day no matter what?”

Blitzø tilted his head to the side. “Yeah, or maybeeee… your Dad had to review the sex shit?”

Stolas stared at him for a second, then shook his head. “No.”

“It would kinda make sense why there was a delay.” Blitzø said with a shrug. “Y’know, I had to submit an application and he had to review it before he would release you.”

“My Father did not watch us have sex, Blitzø. There must have just been a delay with his spell cutting off.” Stolas said with a huff, pulling his robe up over his shoulders and turning away.

“What’s the big deal? You’ll never have to see him again!” Blitzø said with a grin, pressing himself up against the owl. “Ooo, maybe your ex-fiancé had to watch too?”

“Aubergine!” Stolas shouted as he flopped down onto the bed and rolled away from him. Blitzø snorted and crawled next to him, pulling the covers over them both.

“You feel okay, birdie?” He asked, rubbing his side. Stolas shifted around to face him and gave him a little nod, holding his arms out so Blitzø could curl up against his chest.

“I’m sorry it had to be so rushed.” Stolas said sleepily.

“Yeah, me too. Next time it’s gonna be romantic as fuck.” Blitzø said as he leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. “Candles and rose petals and all that other shit you said.”

“Mmmhm.” Stolas said quietly, snuggling up against him.

Blitzø had a lot more he wanted to say and do, but he was fucking exhausted, and since he knew he now had as much time as he fucking wanted with his slutty witch birdie, he let himself fall asleep in his arms.

—

The next morning they made out again, and it was definitely a lot more fun when Stolas was reciprocating. They also fucked again, and that was a lot more fun when they didn’t have to speedrun it and when Stolas wasn’t crying the whole time. Stolas had been worried that Blitzø hadn’t meant it when he said he loved him and had only said it to be nice, but Blitzø made sure to let him know that was absolutely not true with words, kisses, and a few orgasms. 

Blitzø felt like the luckiest imp in all of Hell. He went from being a loser who lived with his parents whose only sexual experience was a sad handjob from someone he didn’t even like to a loser living in the woods with his boyfriend(???) and having done like every sex thing he could think of overnight. And, his boyfriend(???) was so totally obsessed with him he taxidermied a fucking rat he caught and slept with it, which admittedly he did find creepy at first, but the more he thought about it he decided it was romantic.

Once they had finally decided to get up and get dressed, Stolas made them breakfast and Blitzø checked on Buttercup and Gertrude. Buttercup seemed a little antsy to get out, so he promised to take her on a walk later. He glanced back at the forest and furrowed his brow, because it looked… different somehow? But he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

Over breakfast Blitzø let Stolas know that Buttercup seemed like she wanted to get out, and that the forest seemed different. Stolas puzzled over that, and after they finished eating they went outside to check.

“Oh my, it does look a bit different..” Stolas said slowly as they got closer. He stopped just before the edge of it and stared down at the path, then took one long step onto it, and then another. He spun around with a grin on his face. “I can go in!”

“Fuck yeah!” Blitzø said, jogging over next to him and grabbing his hand. “Uh.. why couldn’t you go in before?”

“When my Father agreed to let me stay here for a year, he enchanted the surrounding forest so I wasn’t able to leave.” He frowned, looking around. “He neglected to mention that would be part of the deal until I’d already come here.”

“Dick hole.” Blitzø said, squeezing the owl’s hand. “Why does it look so… different though?”

“I wonder…” Stolas said slowly, tapping on his beak. “Perhaps he had also enchanted it so one would easily get lost if they came near. The only reason you were able to find me was because you followed Buttercup that one time, yes? I suppose she wasn’t affected because she’s only a horse.”

“Buttercup wasn’t affected because she’s got an awesome sense of direction and she’s way fucking smarter than I am.” Blitzø said defensively. Stolas chuckled.

“Of course, darling.” He said, smiling down at him.

“You think your Dad was the one who spread the rumor about you being an evil slut witch?” Blitzø asked, leading Stolas back towards the cottage. 

“No doubt.” Stolas replied flatly, then shook his head. “Why don’t we get washed up a bit before taking Buttercup on a walk?”

“Uhhh, yes?” Blitzø said as he practically sprinted back over to the cottage, Stolas in tow.

Once they had finished taking a totally uneventful bath together that didn’t involve any sexual activity (just kidding, they totally boned), they got dressed for the day. Blitzø pulled on the sweater and scarf Stolas had knit him, and Stolas put on his dress and a sweater that was almost identical to Blitzø’s aside from the panel cut out for his chest fluff to hang through.

“You made one for yourself? How’d you do it so fast?” Blitzø said with a grin as he watched the owl place his witch hat on his head.

“Well I, um..” Stolas blushed, straightening the hat out. “I made it for myself a while ago, I was just worried you would find it creepy so… I didn’t wear it. I didn’t make one for Buttercup or Gertrude, though… but I will!”

Blitzø grabbed his boyfriend’s(???) hand and kissed it. “Not creepy, it’s cute. I love you.”

Stolas gave him a gooey smile. “I love you too, darling.”

“Let’s get our baby and go for a walk.” Blitzø said, his tail wagging behind him.

They got Buttercup from her stable and then set off into the forest on their walk. Stolas seemed fucking delighted to be outside, looking all around at every flower and plant and leaf and rock he could. After only about ten minutes of walking, the owl came to a stop and pointed.

“Blitzø, is that another house?”

Blitzø turned to look in the direction he was pointing, and then his mouth fell open. “Are you fucking shitting my fucking dick right now? It’s been like, right fucking next door this whole fucking time? I was lost for three fucking days!”

He yanked Stolas in the direction of the other house, his house, barely believing it could really be there. But as they emerged from the edge of the forest and he stood there staring at it he realized that yep, there it was, and yep, it had literally been a ten minute walk away the entire time. Stolas’ Dad could choke on a fucking dick.

And right at that moment, Barbie stepped out from around the side of the house, carrying a basket full of carrots that she dropped the moment she saw them. She stared at them for a few long seconds, then turned to call over her shoulder.

“Mama! Blitzø’s back and he’s holding hands with that evil slut witch!” She turned back to squint at them, then shouted over her shoulder again. “And they’ve got a horse!”

“He’s not evil, and he’s my boyfriend(!!!)!” Blitzø said, tugging Stolas along.

Barbie narrowed her eyes and took a few steps back. “Blitzø, are you seriously holding hands with the evil slut witch who eats people who touch him, bringing him to our house, after being gone for a fucking month?”

“He’s not evil Barb, and he doesn’t eat people!” He said, stopping a short distance from her. “Believe me, I’ve had my hands aaaaalll over him already.”

Barbie’s mouth hung open as she looked back and forth between them then snapped shut. “Fucking ew, Blitzø, TMI.”

His Mama came around the corner next, clutching her own basket of carrots that she also flung to the ground the moment she saw him. “Blitzø?”

“Mama!” Blitzø let go of Stolas’ hand and ran up to her, flinging himself at her and wrapping his arms around her.

“Oh sweetie, I was so worried about you!” She said as she pulled him in for a tight hug. “And I see you brought a friend… with a horse?”

Blitzø turned to look at Stolas, who was standing there nervously tugging on the sleeves of his sweater, and grinned. “He’s my boyfriend, Mama, and his name is Stolas!”

“Hello.” Stolas said nervously with a little wave, then gestured at Buttercup. “H–her name is Buttercup.”

Barbie groaned. “Mama, that’s the evil slut witch who eats people! He probably tricked Blitzø by giving him that horse or some shit, but–”

“He’s not evil, Mama!” Blitzø snapped, glaring at Barbie before turning back to her. “He made us matching sweaters! And I love him, and he loves me!” He jogged back over to Stolas and grabbed his hand, pulling him down and kissing him on the cheek. Stolas straightened back up and blushed.

She stared for a few seconds before smiling warmly and walking up to the two of them, holding out her arms wide before pulling Stolas into a hug. “It’s very nice to meet you, Stolas. Thank you for keeping my baby safe.” 

Blitzø beamed up at Stolas and Stolas gave him a wobbly smile in return.

Barbie groaned and rolled her eyes as she marched over to them. “Oh great, Blitzø brought the evil slut witch to our house and now he’s gonna eat our mom too.” 

“Stop calling him evil! He doesn’t even eat people!” Blitzø snapped, tugging Stolas up against him. “But you know what he dooooes eat?”

“I swear to Satan if you’re about to say some kinda sex thing–”

“Rats!” Blitzø said with a grin. Barbie raised an eyebrow and looked up at him.

“Um, well yes.” He said meekly. 

Barbie still seemed unconvinced, but then Stolas narrowed his eyes and snapped his head to the side. He pointed a taloned finger at a rat that was attempting to squeeze under the door to their storage shed, and a lightning bolt shot out of the sky and zapped the rat who let out a pitiful squeak before being fried into a crisp.

“Jesus Christ.” Blitzø said, mouth hanging open. “Did not know he could do that.”

“That’s fucking awesome!” Barbie shouted, slapping a hand on the owl’s back. “Alright, slut witch, I guess you’re not so bad.”

“His name is Stolas, dear.” Tilla said, giving her a look. Barb rolled her eyes, but gave an apologetic look up at the owl.

“Sorry, Stolas.” She said.

“That’s alright.” Stolas replied, smiling down at her.

“Are you two hungry for some lunch?” Tilla asked, going back over to pick up her basket of carrots. 

“Sure, but where’s Dad?” Blitzø asked, going to help Barbie place her carrots back into her basket.

“Oh, you’re not gonna fucking believe it.” Barbie said with a grin. “He got drunk and fell asleep outside like, three days after you left, and a rat bit his fucking leg and he got an infection and he fucking died!”

Blitzø dropped the basket of carrots he had just finished picking up. Stolas’ hand flew to his mouth as he looked back and forth between them all. 

“I.. I’m so sorry for your loss.” He said quietly. Tilla paused and looked up at him, then snorted and waved a hand dismissively. 

“Oh, don’t be! It was his own damn fault. C’mon!” She said with a warm smile, gesturing for them to follow her inside. Barbie picked up her basket and followed after.

Blitzø smiled and ran back over to Stolas, taking his hand and squeezing it. 

“Do you think they like me?” Stolas asked nervously. “And Buttercup?”

“Of course they do, you’re fucking awesome and so is she.” He tugged Stolas along towards the house and Buttercup followed after. He made a quick stop to grab the fried rat on the way.

“You know,” Stolas said quietly as he took the rat from Blitzø’s hand. “I don’t think I’ve ever had a family meal.”

“Yeah?” Blitzø said, looking up at him. “Well that’s gonna change from now on, cause you’re part of our family.”

Stolas clung to his hand a little tighter. “I’m so glad we both had horrible Fathers, or else we never may have met.”

Blitzø stopped and looked up at him. “You know what? You’re right, Stols. I’m so glad that both of our Dads sucked ass, because now I get to suck yours.”

Stolas let out a little gasp and his beak wobbled. “I love you, Blitzø.”

“Love you too, Stols. C’mon.” He kissed the back of his slutty boyfriend’s hand and led him inside to his first of many family meals.