Blitzø was sitting on the couch in Stolas' study, glaring at the prince.
"I don't understand why we have to do this. It's so fucking dumb."
Stolas looked up from the piece of parchment that he was writing on. He was trying to get Blitzø to help him with some type of announcement to give to Lucifer so the King of Hell could finally stop pestering him. Lucifer had wanted their relationship to be public knowledge so he can also put his own vouching word in for the couple.
Stolas put his pen down looking at Blitzø, "Because, Darling, Lucifer would like it to be public knowledge. He also wants to put in his own protecting word for us." Stolas picked his pen back up, biting the end of it as he thought about how to word what he was thinking.
Blitzø huffed, crossing his arms over his chest, "I still don't get why it matters who you fuck."
Stolas ignored his partner's offhanded comment as he began to write again. He didn't want to have to explain why it mattered for the tenth time that morning. The fact that there was someone of the Ars Goetia in a serious relationship with an imp was an enormous deal. It had never happened before. Not to mention their children being the first of their kind. He had already put aside this task for a month since Lucifer had visited them, so it had to be done now.
Blitzø climbed down off the couch, struggling to carefully place his feet on the floor since his four-month pregnant stomach was definitely in his way. He walked over to Stolas who looked down at him and scooped him up, setting him on his lap. Blitzø grumbled something about not wanting to be manhandled, but leaned back onto the prince's chest anyways.
Stolas let an amused smile grace his features as he continued to write. Blitzø was still his normal self, even with the added stress of the twins on his body, which made the prince happy. He looked down at the letter after finishing the last sentence.
Blitzø also looked down at it reading every key point: Stolas' divorce, their relationship, the pregnancy, and something about Lucifer protecting them from any and all harm. He rested his elbow on the desk, looking up at Stolas.
"So, is that it? You were bitching all morning over this? Doesn't everyone already know about your divorce?"
Stolas shook his head, gently running his nails up and down Blitzø's back feeling shivers coming from his partner, "No. Just whoever the information pertained to, such as Lucifer. It wasn't vital until now."
Blitzø raised an eyebrow, "So you're telling me up until this comes out everyone thinks you're still with that cunt Stella?" He didn't like the sound of that. He knew how much being with Stella had affected the owl prince so for everyone to think they were still together probably haunted him.
"To put it in simple terms, yes." Stolas said looking down at Blitzø.
"Speaking of Stella. Have you heard anything from her after we offed her precious little assassin?" Blitzø remarked smirking at the memory of Loona shooting the fucker in the head. The week after he had made Stolas give the girls one of his credit cards to spend on whatever they wanted. To say they maxed it out in less than twenty-four hours was an understatement, but they deserved it.
Stolas stiffened. He never told Blitzø about Stella calling to threaten them because his partner had almost miscarried. He pulled the collar of his turtleneck down, feeling like it was choking him, "Well… She actually called that same day. How she found out is beyond me, but she said something along the lines of 'I won't let this stand'."
Blitzø scowled, looking away from Stolas and out the window. This was just fucking fantastic. He now had to worry about Stella coming after them both. Blitzø pressed a hand to the top of his stomach, which was nowadays was his form of stability and comfort so he wouldn't make any rash decisions.
"I wouldn't be too alarmed though Blitzy. Nothing has happened in the past month. She would've acted by now if she really wanted to." Stolas tried to soothe Blitzø with his words, sensing how tense his partner was. He watched as Blitzø scaled down off his lap, beginning to pace back and forth.
Blitzø knew that Stolas was right, but that didn't stop his mind from spiraling. He wanted to make sure that themselves and the girls would be able to stay safe. He laughed in disbelief. How was their being together causing this big of a problem for everyone else? Couldn't these people see that they were happy and just get the fuck over themselves?
Stolas watched as Blitzø continued to pace. He knelt down in front of him, grabbing him by the shoulders looking into his partner's eyes, "This is why the announcement has to be made. So whoever attempts to dismantle what we hold dear can suffer the consequences through Lucifer. With this we will be protected."
Stolas was trying to convince Blitzø, but also himself. He knew that his friend would do whatever he possibly could to keep them safe, but he couldn't guarantee that nothing would happen to the couple.
Stolas grabbed the letter, folding it and pushing it gently into an envelope. He placed it on the desk before once again focusing his attention on Blitzø, "Would you like to accompany me to see Lucifer?"
Blitzø's eyes widened, waving his hands in front of his face and shaking his head, "What?! No, I can't! An imp going into Lucifer's palace for anything other than being a servant is off limits!"
Stolas let out a hooted laugh at his partner's antics. He bent down kissing Blitzø's cheek, "You're my partner Blitzy. Not just some average imp. I would be delighted if you came with me."
Blitzø blushed before turning away from Stolas' gaze. He began to walk out of the room, "Fine, but I'm not putting on any of that fancy royal bullshit that you like to wear."
Stolas shook his head smiling at his partner's back, "I don't believe in your pregnant state you would even fit into my royal garb."
That comment earned Stolas the middle finger from his partner, "Ha-ha very funny. Bird brain has jokes now."
Blitzø walked into their bedroom seeing a maroon wrapped box on the bed. He walked over to it and picked it up, seeing Stolas' handwriting on the colored paper.
'In hopes you agreed to joining me to visit Lucifer -Stolas'
How the fuck did Stolas manage to be with him all morning and still surprise him with something? The prince was good, he'd give him that.
Blitzø opened the box to reveal an outfit that resembled his work suit that didn't exactly fit him anymore. He pulled it out of the box completely. He couldn't believe that Stolas put this together for him. It also came with a red turtleneck sweater and stretchy black pants. He grinned wide, having missed his suit more than anything.
He felt eyes on him looking up at Stolas who was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, and looking down at him lovingly, "I knew you would like it."
Blitzø put the clothes back on top of the box and going over to pull Stolas down by his arm, causing the prince to bend over. He grabbed Stolas' face, kissing him hard. Pulling away he immediately took note of Stolas' bright pink cheeks.
"Of course I love it. Thanks for not throwing me in something shitty."
Stolas couldn't speak as he still tried to catch his breath from the forceful kiss he had just endured. He stood back up straight, once again pulling on his collar to dispel some of the heat that was running through his body.
"W-well, I'm going to g-go dress in the o-other room." Stolas scurried away trying to save himself from anymore embarrassment.
Blitzø watched Stolas run out of the room chuckling at his partner's actions. He went back to getting dressed himself, pulling on each piece carefully. Walking into the bathroom, he examined himself in the full-length mirror. He touched every piece of the replicated outfit, his hand landing on his distended middle. He turned to the side seeing how big he was now. The twins definitely taking up all the space in his womb they could possibly muster. To think he still had two more months to go.
He turned away, not wanting to make himself feel horrible. The one thing he had always prided himself on was how he looked. Now he didn't even have that.
He walked back into the room where Stolas was seated by the far wall on the couch. The prince was dressed in the same outfit that he had worn to their failed date at Ozzie's.
Stolas noticed Blitzø walk in and smiled at him, looking up from his book.
"You look amazing as always," Stolas said as he stood up bowing at his partner, extending his hand, "Shall we?"
Blitzø nodded grabbing Stolas' hand, but kept quiet. After he had looked at himself in the mirror, he couldn't help but feel self-conscious. He felt Stolas' eyes on him as the prince hadn't yet opened the portal.
"What's the hold up?" Blitzø tried to sound like himself, but ultimately failed and miserably at that.
"Is something the matter? Is the outfit not up to your standards?" Stolas looked Blitzø up and down, trying to find a fault in his work. Seeing none, he looked back up at his partner.
Blitzø scowled. He didn't want to talk about it now. Not when he had to worry about not making a fool of himself at Lucifer's palace, "It's nothing Stols. Come on. Let's go."
Stolas frowned, knowing that there was absolutely something wrong now that Blitzø was trying to hurry them up. He wasn't going to push it though in case Blitzø decided to blow up at him. He was going to bring it up when they got home though. He was sure of that one.
Stolas opened a portal to the front door of Lucifer's palace and stepped inside with Blitzø trailing behind.
Blitzø looked up in amazement at the size of the palace they were standing in front of. There were two hellhound bodyguards in front of the palace doors dressed in black suits, clearly meant to intimidate whoever dared come close. Blitzø walked quickly behind Stolas as to not attract interest to himself.
A small imp servant opened the door as they approached, standing in the doorway.
"Prince Stolas and…" The imp eyed Blitzø making the taller imp feel drastically smaller under his gaze.
"His name is Blitzø and I would appreciate if you didn't make my pregnant partner feel uncomfortable." Stolas said, hard eyes locked onto the servant. The small imp's eyes looked like they were about to fall out of his skull as they darted between the couple.
"Blitzø. Right. Follow me if you please."
The servant walked at an even pace in front of the couple, leading them past a big entryway with a massive staircase and into an even bigger study than Stolas had at his palace. The prince never batted an eye. He continued to retain his regal composure as Blitzø was the one in stunned silence at the gigantic rooms and halls in the palace.
Stolas glanced back at him half smiling at his partner's awe-stricken face. He turned back forward when they entered the study, seeing Lucifer sitting comfortably in his office chair. He looked up from his newspaper and stood, a colossal grin forming on his face.
"Prince Stolas! How nice it is to see you again!" Lucifer walked over to the prince patting him hard on the back, causing Stolas to stumble forward.
Stolas regained his composure as Lucifer noticed Blitzø behind the prince, "You brought the man of the hour! Blitzø, how have you been holding up?"
Blitzø watched as Lucifer extended a hand out towards him. He grabbed it shaking it firmly and raising a brow, "Do you want the truth?"
"Of course I do! Tell me friend." Lucifer's smile never faltered, but Stolas was looking at his partner with a worried expression on his face.
"Pretty fucking shitty. These hell spawn weigh a fuck ton, I can't see my feet, and I'm pissing every ten minutes. Speaking of, where's your bathroom?" Blitzø said glancing around.
Stolas facepalmed as Lucifer let out a hardy laugh. He called in one of the servants to lead Blitzø to the nearest bathroom, leaving Stolas and Lucifer alone.
Lucifer turned back towards Stolas, extending a hand, "The declaration my dear friend. I assume you finished it otherwise you wouldn't be standing in my palace."
Stolas reached into his pocket, pulling out the crisp envelope that contained all the information that Lucifer had requested. He watched as Lucifer opened it in one swift motion, taking the parchment out and reading it. He looked up at Stolas.
"You have no mention of your proposed marriage in here. Are you waiting till the children have come?" Lucifer held the letter in one hand and placed the other on his hip. He had suspected the prince had already asked the imp to marry him. That would have made things a lot easier on him since that solidity of Blitzø becoming royalty would have less questions targeted his way. He didn't like to deal with questions.
Stolas reached into his pocket once more, pulling out a small white velvet box that was sewn together with red thread. He opened the box to reveal a gold engagement ring with a round citrine stone in the middle surrounded by small diamonds. The ring looked like a small sun on top of the red velvet cushion that held it in the box.
Lucifer examined the ring, glancing up at the prince, "This doesn't seem like your taste, Prince Stolas."
Stolas shook his head, "Not at all my taste, but it suits my partner completely."
Blitzø was being led back to the study by the small imp that had escorted them into the palace when they suddenly stopped, causing Blitzø to almost crash into him.
"What the fuck are you-"
The small imp turned to look at Blitzø a grin on his face, "How did you manage to do it?"
Blitzø raised his eyebrow at the imp crossing his arms over his chest, "Umm… what are you talking about?"
"Seducing the prince of course! You are clearly not up to caliber to be with someone of his status. So, how did you do it?"
Blitzø couldn't believe what was coming out of the tiny imp's mouth. He looked away, annoyed at the pestering imp that was questioning him, "What's it to you?"
"I just want to let Stella know how you managed to take everything she worked for from under her nose."
The small imp smiled deviously at Blitzø, pulling a gun out from his waistband. Blitzø's eyes became wide with fear. He took off running down the hall and into a random room, slamming the door shut. He keeled over trying to catch his breath. He really needed to hit a treadmill. He heard shoes clicking on the floor as he covered his mouth to stop his breathing from being so loud.
He pulled his phone out of his pocket, dialing Stolas'. He put the phone to his ear hoping that the prince would pick it up.
Stolas looked down at his vibrating pocket, excusing himself from his conversation with Lucifer, "Blitzy? Did you get lost Darling?"
Blitzø was still breathing hard as he whispered, trying not to be heard in case the imp was still walking the halls, "No Stols. We have to get out of here. That bitch planted her assassins in the palace. I don't know where I am. I ran into a room to get away from the fucker."
Stolas' eyes widened as he listened to his partner speaking. He looked at Lucifer, fear in his eyes.
"Lucifer. There are imps in this palace employed by Stella. We have to find Blitzø."
The King of Hell's smile faltered, being replaced by a demonically angry glare, "I knew I never liked her. Don't worry my friend. We'll find him in no time."
Blitzø overheard the conversation, the weight in his chest leaving just as the door behind him swung open. One of the hellhounds that were at the front gate was smirking at Blitzø. He knocked Blitzø out cold with a swift motion to the back of his neck, picking up the unconscious imp, and darting out of the palace.