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Blitzø Buckzo was never 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 excited for closing IMP for the night.
It was a Friday afternoon, Loona, Millie and Moxxie would return at any moment from yet another mission and then he would go home, to see his bird.
He was smiling more frequently these last months, and Blitzø wouldn't miss a second of it. Surely, taking a steady dosage of his pills and slowly --𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺-- mending his relationship with his daughter helped, but Blitzø liked to think they all helped a bit. He had even planned a little night for them, since Loona would be out with her friends.
To Blitzø that was just another fancy word for good food, good sex and cuddling till morning. Yes, in that order.
He was in the middle of doodling Stolas on top of a horse, tall and beautiful as always, when the portal opened again and his daughter and his employees walked in, covered in blood from head to toe, but otherwise smiling.
"Targets off?" Blitzø asked, already knowing the answer. Millie gave him a thumbs up. "Finally guys. Last time I'm letting you go alone."
"You lost a bet, dad. Learn to lose."
"Well last time I'm betting on 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵!"
"Relax, Blitzø, everything went fine. More blood than anything."
"Yes Blitzø. We only need a moment to clean up." Moxxie and Millie both went towards the bathroom, flexing their tired joints on the way there.
"Hey hey, no hanky panky in there, guys! I gotta go home soon."
"Blitzø, we can't take Mel like that! It's unsanitary for the baby."
"Fuck you, Moxxie. Let anyone else to also put a baby in someone!"
"Gross." Loona made a face as she picked up her bag and locked herself to Blitzø's office. "Dad, I'll go change and meet Esme."
"Sure, Loonie. Have fun." Blitzø moved and the pen rolled and fell underneath the receptionist's desk. "Fuck. Where did the little shit go now?"
He didn't really mind, even if that was the only pen they had and he knew Moxxie would whine about misplacing it. They were done for the week. He would go home. He would see--
A knock was heard from the door and Blitzø knew from the way it was heard that this wasn't simply a customer.
This was an entitled bitch who showed up last minute with no appointment and would demand special treatment.
"We're closed." Blitzø yelled from under the desk. The knocking continued.
"Hey asshole! We're fucking closed, dipshit. Whiny little--"
Blitzø stood up, pen in hand and whatever he could think of, nothing prepared him for this.
"Okay bitch you got some nerves coming here."
"There are my guards right outside, imp." Stella gave him a smirk, simply to spite him. "I won't spare my night for you. I simply wondered how my pathetic excuse of a husband is holding up, you know. Laugh at his face a little. Life has gotten so boring at the palace."
"Well tough luck, bitch. Stolas is not here and he's doing great so you can choke on your brother's ice cubes, you cunt."
"I am not here for you. I was here for Stolas, but since I can't make fun of him...you're all pretty laughable too." She cackled loudly, making Blitzø snarl.
"Why not look in the mirror next time?" Blitzø said in return because hey, he promised he would go home early. He didn't promise he wouldn't set a bitch straight.
Her face turned from one of amusement to one of shock in split seconds.
"You dare talk back, imp? Who do you think you're--"
"I can't talk back, the way I want to talk back. Wanna know why? Cause your hot ex husband is waiting for me back home and we're gonna fuck seven ways to Monday. You know what that is? Or is your Elsa's palace not the only frozen thing you have?"
"I'll chop your head and I'll put it on a--"
"Blitzø?" Millie's voice was heard and in the next second a lot of things happened all at once. Millie got out a knife from her sleeve, Moxxie raised the gun he was carrying... Even Loona got back from the office after all that noise, showing her teeth immediately.
"All's well, guys. All well!" Blitzø tried to calm them down, before they'd spend their Friday night in jail instead of home. "She is leaving."
Stella let out a scoff, followed by a look of utter disgust. She straightened her dress and moved to the door, slowly but securely.
"Let her, Mils. You have your daughter to return to, remember?"
And then it happened.
It was a small laugh first, coming from Stella. Then it grew stronger, as she shook with all her power, like she had just remembered world's greatest joke.
"What's so funny now, bitch?" Blitzø asked, shaking with anger.
He'd go home. He'd go to his bird. Whatever she'd say, she wouldn't keep him--
"I'm just wondering...has he told you how many?"
"Blitzø, stop listening to her--"
"How many?"
Stella smirked as she turned, like the answer was obvious. "How many eggs of yours he has lost."
𝘌𝘨𝘨𝘴? 𝘏𝘪𝘴...𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘴?
Blitzø felt himself counting to three, backwards, slowly...
𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦--
And the air from the room was sucked all at once. His heart dropped, his eyes had gotten abnormally wide--
"Yes, the disappointment of my ex. So good at getting gravid. So 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 at carrying them. What, he didn't tell you a number?" Stella mocked and Blitzø felt his cheeks become hot with anger, but he didn't dare speak. "I doubt a scum like you knows about protection. So how many were they, Blitzø? How many eggs has he lost?"
Meanwhile Blitzø's mind was working extra and was frozen on the same fucking time.
They were having sex from time to time these last months; not as much as they used to, now that they have zero privacy, but they were having sex, inside Blitzø's very small apartment. If Stolas was pregnant...if it was ever possible to get pregnant, Blitzø would see the signs if he lost one, right? He'd notice, the walls were thin, everything stained easily, the apartment was small.
And there was no place for a secret that big.
"He hasn't told you? Ha! Fucking pathetic."
"I suggest you go now." Moxxie made a step in front of them all, towards Stella. She only scoffed at him.
"Looks like Stolas isn't actually doing that great after all." She gave Blitzø one last lethal glare. "I got what I wanted."
They all waited for the moment the door got slammed, then a couple seconds more...
Then they all turned to Blitzø.
Blitzø who was fighting with everything he had in him not to have a breakdown, right there, right now.
"Dad?"
"Blitzø? You're alright?"
"I-- yes. Let's-- let's all go back." The imp pushed up a smile, pushing the others to the door. "She...she wanted to fuck up our day. That's all."
𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭?
Blitzø would know it. If it happened, Blitzø would know it. They were more open with each other, they were speaking more, Stolas was getting healthier...
𝘏𝘦'𝘥 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵.
"Blitzø? You're alright, right?" Millie asked when they were the last two in the office, shaking his shoulder lightly. "Don't take what she said to heart. She just wanted to ruin your night. That's all--"
"That's all?" Blitzø asked, voice breaking at the last second. Stella was always going around looking for a fight, she had to be lying. She had to...
Stolas wouldn't be going through something like this without saying anything.
Blitzø swore on it.
"Come on, Mils. Let's go back."
Blitzø was thinking about it on their whole way back.
They left Loona at her friend's place. And then they kept going, hopeful with Moxxie as the driver.
Blitzø was too tired to do anything else rather than think over and over again.
"Just saying, if she was saying the truth, wouldn't it be obvious--"
"Moxxie, not right now, honey..." Millie gave her husband a smile.
"She is right, Mils. It 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 be obvious." Blitzø shook his head, leaning back to relax. "You know what? Fuck her. I won't let her get in our head. Stolas and I are fine...everything is fine. We are fine."
The voice in the back of his head tells him the opposite, but he decides to brush it off until it goes away.
It goes away only when they return home.
The light is dim, only a table light with little stars illuminates the whole place. There is a voice Blitzø loves so much, singing a soft lullaby.
And Stolas is next to their balcony door, glowing in all his beauty, holding their little niece in his arms. At the sight of the door though, he immediately turned to smile.
It's a shame, because he's perfect, and Blitzø would like to observe him for a while longer. If he's here, if he's smiling, it makes everything Stella ever said fall on deaf ears.
"Shh...she just fell asleep."
"Oh Stolas..." Millie smiles at him, getting ahead to get her daughter. "I don't know how you do it. It takes us hours."
"She's teething so she's fussing a lot. It's normal." The owl gives their niece one last touch on her little head, pushing out of her face the little blonde strands she inherited from her father.
"A humble way to say he's doing a great job." Blitzø comments and he's lucky to say Stolas blushes even under the little light.
"Thank you anyway. You're a lifesaver, really." Moxxie smiles as he takes his daughter next. "We're going, Mils?"
"Yes, honey. Alright, good night guys."
"Careful on the road with my niece." Blitzø gives himself one second to look at Mel before her parents take her, say their good nights and they're out of the door.
And Blitzø doesn't even remember what he was worrying for.
"She tired you up?"
Stolas huffs a laugh then, as his boyfriend approaches. "No, she was perfect."
"Hmm..." Blitzø grabs him by the hips, bringing him as close as he can. With Stolas' height, Blitzø's head barely reaches his belly. "So 𝘐 will have to tire you."
Stolas ignores him, but he strokes his horns, lovingly. "How was your day at work?"
"Good. What do you want to eat?"
"I don't have anything in mind. How about you?"
"Oh I have an idea..." Blitzø's eyes fall right to the sight in front of him, the one place he can spend hours between. Stolas playfully pushes him back but in vain.
"I'm not joking."
"Neither do I. I don't mind getting straight to dessert. I missed you today."
"Is there a special reason?"
"Nope." Blitzø pushes up his shirt and his trousers a bit lower, so he can leave a hickey on the hip bone he so loves. He tries to think about other things again, when his mind goes back to Stella. She tries to think that it would show, there would be signs, anything--
"I'm...not in the mood today." Stolas carefully pushes him back, putting his clothes back on. "I'm sorry."
"What are you sorry for? I'm not some fucking brute. Well, at least not without you wanting me to be." Blitzø smiles and walks to the kitchen, planning to reheat some leftovers.
The thoughts are back on his head, even before he returns.
"Thank you, darling." Stolas smiles as he takes his plate on his hands and finally, sit side by side on their couch. "Did anything happen today?"
And Blitzø wants 𝘴𝘰 bad to share. He wants to tell him about Stella, about what she said, about everything, have Stolas reassure him he's not going through something this terrible without telling him, but he can't bring himself to ruin Stolas' night too.
"Your...your ex came by. Nothing happened!" Blitzø rushes to say when Stolas' eyes widen. "She just wanted to fuck with you. She said her part, she mocked, she was out of the door."
"What did she say? Did she--"
"Everyone is fine. What she said was bullshit. She wanted to fuck with you. That's all."
"Probably because she's not happy we occasionally talk with Via." Stolas says and Blitzø agrees. "Tell me if she ever does anything like this again. I don't want you fighting my own--"
"We're a family, birdie. We fight each other's battles." Blitzø says, because it's true. But in this case, he'd like to keep Stolas smiling a little longer. Not bother him with Stella's lies.
Eggs... Stolas couldn't possibly carry eggs. A cheap lie, to keep him wondering.
Stolas falls asleep on top of Blitzø, content, calm and knowing nothing.
Blitzø barely sleeps, so he figures that whatever lie Stella said, it worked on getting on his head.