I needed more and Im sure you do too.
Reactivated my whole FanFic account because of Helluva Boss.
Enjoy
CHAPTER 1
Waking up to the foul scent of burning, Stolas swiftly draped his robe over his shoulders and strode purposefully towards the source of the smoke. His mind raced with concern. Could it be an intruder breaching the sanctity of his home?
Rounding the corner into the kitchen, Stolas was met with a sight that both puzzled and amused him. His kitchen staff were being shooed away by Blitz, who was engrossed in the curious task of crafting what appeared to be the most unconventional pancake breakfast Stolas had ever witnessed.
"Ah, Stolas, I trust you've built up quite the appetite after last night's fuckfest," Blitz purred, his tone playful as he added yet another charred pancake to the towering stack. Stolas was taken aback by Blitz's gesture, his amusement evident as he applauded lightly. "Oh, Blitzy, this is positively delightful," he cooed, leaning down to plant a tender kiss between Blitz's horns. "I'll fetch the syrup from the fridge." Stolas replied excitedly. "That's still in the bedroom from last night" Blitz winked.
For a fleeting moment, everything felt perfect. Yet, as Stolas endeavoured to focus on Blitz's presence, the scene began to blur and dissipate, like mist under the morning sun.
Disoriented, Stolas shifted in his bed, clinging desperately to the remnants of the dream but to no avail.
'The alarm has gone yet it must still be early' He thought. Red eyes squinting in the dimly lit room;optimistically hoping that if he pretended to not awake he could somehow trick the sandman to allow him back into his dreams…..
But every morning for the past two months had unfolded in much the same way – a solitary awakening, the ache of longing for Blitz's company, and the bittersweet allure of imagined scenarios where their bond could flourish. Each day, Stolas found himself yearning for just one of those fanciful tales to materialise into reality, he was left with a silent wish echoing in the depths of his heart: "Perhaps tonight, he'll say yes."
As the alarm jolted him back to the harsh reality of the day ahead, Stolas felt the weight of anticipation settle heavily in his stomach. What if he surrendered his heart only to have it returned, shattered? Or what if, by some miracle, Blitz shared his sentiments? The mere thought quickened his pulse, a rush of anxiety culminating in an involuntary lurch, his prior evening dinner now splattered across the polished hardwood floor.
Stolas blinked away any possible remnants of sleep, reality descended upon him like a heavy shroud, accompanied by an unwelcome sense of solitude. With each passing morning, he couldn't shake the stark realisation that his dreams were but fleeting sanctuaries, accessible only in the realm of closed eyelids. Yet, today, perhaps, holds the promise of change.
"Well, I haven't felt this nervous since I was a hatchling," Stolas quipped to himself, a nervous chuckle escaping his lips. Amidst a whirlwind of emotions, oscillating between anticipation and apprehension, he made his way to the bath, eager to commence the day's preparations.
His thoughts, however, remained ensnared in the anticipation of tonight's impending conversation. Stolas found himself rehearsing potential dialogues, replaying various scenarios in his mind, each iteration accompanied by a surge of uncertainty. Taking a deep breath as the hot water cascaded around him, he found solace in the soon to be comforting presence of Blitz, the mere thought of him brings a sense of ease and acceptance. Stolas hummed as he sank into the warmth of the bath. With a flick of his wrist magic moved through the air, and the nearby candles ignited, casting a soft, flickering glow across the room. Despite his best efforts to relax, Stolas battled against the persistent inner voice of doubt, determined to quell its incessant whispers of insecurity.
"I trust Blitz to be honest with me," he reassured himself, allowing himself to nip the self doubt thought in their would mark a turning point, a chance to transcend the confines of contractual arrangements and scheduled rendezvous. No longer would their connection be bound by obligation or necessity; tonight, they would finally be free to exist together, unencumbered by external constraints.
"I want him to see me for who I am," Stolas whispered to the silent chamber, his heart yearning for authenticity and acceptance.
As he emerged from the bath, robe enveloping him like a protective shield, Stolas extinguished the candles with a graceful sweep of his wing. "It's going to be a good day," he declared, a newfound sense of optimism infusing his words. "A great day, even."
Descending the grand staircase of the palace with a lightness in his step, Stolas revealed in the quietude that enveloped the estate. His housekeeper, still in the embrace of slumber, was spared the early morning awakening, a concession Stolas extended to his staff on weekends, mindful of the cruelty of rising before the sun had fully stretched its golden fingers across the horizon. Not everyone is an early bird like himself.
Engaging in his customary rituals, Stolas tended to his plant companions, bestowing upon them the nurturing touch of his care before proceeding to his morning tea. Yet, as he reached for his daily "vitamins," his heart plummeted at the realisation of their absence. Panic threatened to ensnare him in its suffocating grasp. "No, no, no. Today must be perfect," he admonished himself, a tremor of anxiety coursing through his veins.
Stolas's optimism was truly built as fragile glass; Seeking refuge in the familiar routine, Stolas settled into his chair with his tea and the morning paper.
"Perhaps I should have a quick glance at my phone, I mean I haven't seen Blitz in over 3 months, maybe he has pulled out again" He thought. His thumb hesitated over the screen before succumbing, scrolling through all of past exchanges.
-4 months ago—
Stolas: I'm sorry if I said anything that would have offended you tonight.
Blitzy3: itz wutevers
Stolas:Next time you come over maybe we can talk about what happened at ozzies?
Blitzy3: why?
Stolas: I'm sorry! Nevermind, it's no big deal.I was just worried about seemed very upset and you took off so fast. But maybe I read too much into that, I'm glad if that's not the case. I'm not upset either I just wanted to make sure you weren't and obviously you can handle any stupid joke a clown can make. Asmodeus can be very invasive in his humour but I thought it was funny myself, what he said about me at least. I enjoy being the subject of jest. Maybe you can say mean things to me next time you come over?
Blity3:Shur
Stolas:Thanks for helping with Via today you were great in the human show
Blitzy3:NP
—-3 Months ago—-
Stolas:Are you coming over tonight with the book?
Blitzy3: Lyke Olways
Stolas: If you don't feel like it, that's okay. I'm sure I can go one month without it.
Blitzy3:K
—-2 months ago—-
Stolas:Do you plan on visiting tomorrow? I know youve been busy and working hard. Maybe if you'd prefer we can skip the bedroom and just relax maybe?I'm sure you need a break.
Blitzy3:wutever you want its your night.
Stolas:If you're not up for it or too tired that's perfectly pressure. I don't have anything with the grimora till next month
Blitzy3: maebee
—-1 months ago—-
Stolas: Maybe instead of our usual arrangement on the full moon we could properly catch up this week? Maybe monday?
Blitzy3: I mite B bsuy
Stolas:I wouldn't want to bother you!
Stolas:You can always drop off the book on the full moon and I can leave it for you if you are too tired to do anything.
Stolas: But I would like to see you.
Blitzy3:K
—This month ago—
Blitzy3: Git bevver swoon :(
Stolas:Thank you Blitz, That means a lot.
Stolas:I might be here a while if you ever want to visit.
-Yesterday-
Stolas: I do need the grimoire this time. I look forward to seeing you this evening.
Stolas: TYPING:I've got a surprise for you.
Looking forward to talking.
I miss you.
I just want to be a part of your life but I just can't accept a small role to play. I crave to be more and it's not fair to either of us to keep things as they are.
With each message, Stolas wavered between hope and despair, his heart aching with the weight of unspoken truths. He hovered over the keyboard, fingers poised to articulate the depths of his longing, only to retreat with each press of the backspace key.
"Coward," the voices taunted him, their accusations ringing hollow in the confines of his mind. Yet, the fear of rejection, of irrevocably shattering the fragile semblance of their connection, held him captive in a cycle of indecision.
"I'll die alone if this doesn't go well," Stolas muttered, the weight of his own vulnerability pressing down upon him.
I never stopped and read the messages in the hospital episode until today and oh my god:(