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“It’s kinda heavy.”
“Well, it’s a magical article, darling. It’s not going to be weightless by any degree.”
Blitzø frowned, the jet black gem situated in his palm carrying a definite presence.
It was circular, relatively small and hung upon a gold chain. It looked like a bog-standard necklace, if he were honest.
He was stood in a room shrouded in dark velvet drapes, a single glass-stained window allowing minimal light in from the rafters.
The place was fucking eerie, but it was where Stolas had deemed it necessary to be for this.
This being, the moment of truth.
Blitzø had indeed mastered all that Stolas had tasked him with and despite the both of them wanting to procrastinate on the matter, there was only so long they could continue the guise.
Blitzø needed to get back home, to be able to work and to certainly move around freely. He needed his life back, because it wasn’t just his own.
Thus Monday had rolled around and now, Tuesday morning, Stolas had made the decision that Blitzø was about as ready as he’d ever be.
Didn’t stop the owl from going over Blitzø’s own notes, however, for the umpteenth fucking time.
“Right,” Stolas inhaled, snapping the red and black book shut, making Blitzø stand to attention without warning. He instead reached for his Grimoire and Blitzø’s heart jumped into his throat.
Stolas looked just as nervous and Blitzø was almost tempted to call the whole thing off.
He’d said he trusted Stolas, though, and he did.
So he would.
“Right,” Stolas said again, clearing his throat as he motioned for Blitzø to stand upon a rather ominous looking rise in the cement flooring that was circular in nature, etched with various runes and symbols that he couldn’t recognise let alone read.
“Simply stand there, Blitzø,” Stolas instructed, voice a little shaky.
Blitzø knew what was at stake, but was desperately shoving it to the back of his mind. “Okay.”
“You remember the spell?”
He nodded, because he had recited the damn thing throughout the past two days. He had been going over it in his head from the minute he’d first been given it to learn.
“Yeah, I got it down,” he told the Prince who was visibly anxious. Blitzø wasn’t sure if his attempt at seeming confident was making it worse, but he didn’t know what else to do.
Stolas stared down at the page before him and then looked up, cerise-rose hues glassy and frightened. “A-are you sure about this, Blitzø?”
“Yeah,” Blitzø smiled, tilting his head. “Don’t fucking sweat it, Stolas. You’re the fucking best Magician out there. We got this.”
Stolas faltered, looking confused before scoffing lightly. “I do not think that word means what you think it means, my love.”
“Ain’t a magician someone whose magical?”
“I believe you mean a Wizard,” Stolas corrected fondly, allowing the Grimoire to levitate. “Very well, if you are sure then we shall proceed.”
The burning urge to tell the owl a string of instructions should he perish was almost impossible to bear, but Blitzø wasn’t even allowing the chance at doubt to take root.
He’d be fine.
It was one fucking spell, one he’d rolled over perfectly in his own head for two whole fucking days. He could do this, because he had to- and because he would never leave Loona, or Stolas, with such a tragic failure on his part.
“Cool,” he murmured, adorning the necklace before holding out his hand as the pentagram on the floor began to illuminate in a halo of light under Stolas’ command. He braced himself as his wrist was taken hold of, the swift slice of his palm painless despite the way he winced. Blitzø instantly clenching his fist around the stone until his inky blood dripped down to the glowing symbols below.
He tuned Stolas out, knowing that he needed to focus as he brought his fist to his beak and began uttering words of a language he barely knew how to speak. The magic in his veins bubbled with an effervescent heat, the pentagram’s pale glow darkening to red then settling to a smouldering sunset-gold.
The gem in his grasp blew white hot and Blitzø felt the tears slip from under his lashes as he fought through the spell, determination alone holding him together as his skin blistered with a wave of stinging.
The severe rush was almost immediately followed by an icy bite that spread throughout his frame. It was akin to having his skin split open and his breathing grew laboured as he finally forced the last few words out.
It felt like having every fibre of his being ripped apart, and the only reason he knew the high pitched scream in his ears wasn’t his own, was because he was clenching his jaw so tightly it felt like his face would implode.
The world flexed around him and Blitzø crumpled to the stone as the noise and pain blipped out of existence, leaving him disoriented and nauseated. His vision was hazy, blurred by tears as he struggled to find his bearings.
The blinding light below receded and the silence that ensued was worse because it felt like being jammed in a vacuum.
It was like being dropped into a great nothingness.
Blitzø puffed out several breaths, feeling a weight atop his head and a presence along his gums that had his heart skipping several beats. He squirmed in the fabric that had once been snug to his torso and wriggled his head out of the immediate cloth, which left him in an awkward bundle on the chilled stone.
He blinked rapidly in the darkness, making out Stolas’ lanky form from where the Prince was stood with a gaunt expression, Grimoire laying open on the floor at his feet.
Blitzø scrunched up his face, noting immediately how much smaller he was to everything else and he coughed, trying to force his horns through the hole in his once-top meant for a feathered head. They wouldn’t fit and he huffed, knowing he was a mess of blood and tears anyway.
He heard Stolas whimper before the owl came scrambling over, falling before Blitzø who squirmed once more in an attempt to break free of his fabric prison.
“Oh! Oh my heart, Blitzø-”
The dark purple sweater was promptly removed and Blitzø threw himself forward, nude and emotional as he curled into Stolas’ lap, unable to hold back the sobs as he was embraced tightly. He didn’t utter a fucking thing, too relieved and too wrought with the fear of having just cast something so fucking lethal on himself.
“Look at me,” Stolas pleaded, cradling Blitzø’s small face and immediately kissing away the scalding droplets of liquid distress. “I’m so proud of you! You did it, oh Blitzø, you did it perfectly!”
Blitzø slumped forward, throat dry and head pounding even as he shakily cupped Stolas’ cheek. He glanced at his scarred legs and small hooves, his long tail with the bare, concave end.
He was just a regular old Imp again, and Blitzø looked up at the man he loved as he was held bridal-style in the owl’s arms. “I’m half-price if you still want me?” He croaked out, half-joking as he brought an arm over his eyes.
“I love you,” Stolas told him firmly, audibly choking out the words as he tugged Blitzø’s face towards his own. “I love you.”
Blitzø wept as he returned the sentiment- albeit brokenly as he buried his face into Stolas’ chest feathers.
He’d made it, and he was back to normal, but as Stolas held him tight and continued uttering words of praise and reassurance, Blitzø could only feel steep exhaustion that came from relief.
Stolas still loved him, and so he finally let go.
He was loved.
“It’s very pretty,” Stolas noted, fingertips grazing over the once-plain black gem that was now a bright red crystal in the shape of a morning star.
Blitzø hummed in agreement, not yet ready to acknowledge the world as he lay within Stolas’ arms, the heated bathwater an absolute blessing to his sore skin. He shifted as a kiss was bestowed to the top of his head, Stolas running his beak over Blitzø’s horns reverently.
Blitzø inhaled as he rubbed his cheek against silky soft quills before finally sitting up and studying himself.
He looked over his arms, noting the cut in his palm had already healed and he brought round his tail just as Stolas ran his hands down the Imp’s legs and up again.
“You may feel rather disoriented over the next few days,” Stolas told him, looping his arms around Blitzø’s waist and manoeuvring him into yet another cuddle.
Blitzø sighed and nodded, yawning and immediately scoffing at the audible clink of his teeth coming together. He grinned when a thought came to mind and he nipped Stolas’ neck.
“I don’t have to fucking swallow that gritty shitty grit,” Blitzø chuckled, automatically moving to take a feather into his mouth only to struggle with the act of actually preening it. He came away with it in his teeth and blinked at the Prince who clapped a hand to his plumage.
“Oh you!” Stolas chided, reaching for Blitzø who shoved himself right to the other end of the tub with a laugh that was loud. He scrabbled at the sides, sending water and suds cascading to the glossy tiles. “Blitzø!”
Said male cackled, tail slapping the bubbles as he let Stolas pry him from the golden-lipped rim. The feather he’d plucked drifted to the sodden marble below and Blitzø moved to retrieve it but was lifted back into the tub and promptly kissed with a smile that was absolutely felt.
Stolas slumped back, taking Blitzø with him and causing more water to slosh about precariously.
“Gonna end up with more water out the fucking tub than in,” Blitzø laughed, easily sinking into the taller demon’s frame. He kicked his legs up as he delved into yet another oral caress that had him purring quietly, Stolas talons stroking down a rouge and ivory back.
Blitzø arched into the touch, enamoured with the owl under him in every single way.
“Fucking love you,” Blitzø whispered hotly, licking Stolas’ fine feathering before nuzzling his cheek again.
“Mhm- I love you too. Missed you, missed your handsome Imp face,” Stolas rushed out, kissing down Blitzø’s neck until the latter had to pull back from nearly slipping. He accidentally knocked out the plug and Stolas pouted as the water began to drain at a steady pace. “If you were done with the bath then you could have just said.”
Blitzø was too busy staring at his hands and frowned. “I gotta get used to shit again.”
“It’s your body,” Stolas intoned, taking hold of Blitzø’s palms and kissing them. “It’ll take but a few hours, my love.”
Blitzø smiled, feeling utterly gone for the way he was being spoken to. “Stolas?”
“Yes, darling?”
Blitzø held his breath before pushing the owl back down and deftly returning the stopper to the drain, the water stilling at the halfway mark.
“This will get cold,” Stolas told him, which Blitzø could only scoff at as he nuzzled the inside of Stolas’ knee.
“I should warm you up then, shouldn’t I.”
Stolas’ face flushed a pretty pink as he hooted softly. He ran a hand down his disheveled torso and bit his lip, deftly brushing over himself. “I’d like that, Blitzø.”
“Yeah?” Said male purred, kissing the inside of a florentine thigh until he could lap eagerly at the silken need already being teased by obsidian talons.
“Blitzø! Oh, let me-”
Whatever Stolas had been going to say was muffled out by a moan and Blitzø grinned, having missed the feeling of the owl’s hands on his horns. What started out as something thrilling quickly ended up hilarious because Stolas started jostling Blitzø about with an overly-exaggerated motion.
“Fuck off,” Blitzø snorted, swiping Stolas away and instead guiding those dexterous hands to the arousal that Blitzø was still adjusting to the weight of. He groaned when Stolas grasped him firmly and chose to stroke himself with Blitzø’s shaft, burning cerise-rose hues boring into the Imp who shuddered and whined.
“Just because you have a big dick, doesn’t mean you’re going to be in charge, my darling Blitzy,” Stolas purled with a sultry low tone, rendering Blitzø a sticky mess in seconds. “Oh my, you are no less reactive with a dick than you were when you had big clit for me to play with.”
“Keep talking, pretty bird. You’re gonna get yourself railed in this tub till the damn thing breaks,” Blitzø warned, breath hitching when Stolas lifted his hips and lined them up.
“I wouldn’t mind if you broke me,” Stolas uttered, lifting his arms up and holding onto the golden rim of the bath whilst parting his legs as wide as he could. It left his long lower legs hanging out but Blitzø found it more enticing than ridiculous.
“I’m never gonna break you,” Blitzø vowed, locking them together and nearly losing himself right then and there. The tight heat of Stolas’ body had pleasant thrum echoing throughout Blitzø’s lower abdomen and he eased himself further in, kissing the inside of Stolas’ arm as the latter looped them around Blitzø’s neck. “Gonna heal together, remember?”
“Oh Blitzø,” came the emotional whimper. “I missed the feel of you inside me.”
“I missed being inside you,” Blitzø puffed out, wrapping his arms around Stolas’ torso and grinding them together. It became evident fairly quickly that the tub was not going to work and he started giggling when Stolas slid down unceremoniously with a somewhat high pitched hoot.
They stared at one another before Stolas started to laugh, notes of amusement bubbling forth as he held Blitzø close.
“We can’t do this here,” he managed, ushering Blitzø to remove himself.
The Imp did so with a chuckle, having to wait for Stolas to step out before he himself was lifted from the shallow remains of suds and tepid water.
Blitzø grabbed a towel and bounded off, laying it on the bed and immediate scrabbling at the sheets in order to get up on it. He crawled across the never-ending covers without a care in the world, already rummaging through Stolas’ bedside cabinet for the lubricant the owl kept in the there.
“Eager, aren’t we,” Stolas mused coyly, ruffling his plumage dry as Blitzø flashed him a grin.
“Fuck yeah I am,” Blitzø chuffed out, tossing the tube behind him and swiftly slickening himself up. “How do you like it most?” He asked, scarlet hues raking over Stolas’ frame as the latter lay himself down upon the towel.
“With you,” came the light reply and Blitzø’s heart swelled as he shuffled between plump, silken thighs.
“I like it with you most, too,” he returned, feeling himself flush at the admission.
“I want to be with you always.”
Blitzø felt the smile etch across his face and he dipped down to kiss the man he loved before slowly easing them together once more. He grunted, the sensation of being sheathed within Stolas euphoric and more than he could ever adequately describe.
The owl’s plumage was still silky from the bath, littered with crystalline droplets that looked like scattered glitter in the light filtering in through the windows. Blitzø was mesmerised and he kissed the palm that cradled his cheek, noting the star around his neck and quirking a soft smile.
“I love you.”
“I love you, too,” Stolas whispered, a quiet moan leaving his beak as Blitzø finally eased himself out and then back in. The gentle rocking between them allowed Blitzø to take his lover in, to marvel at him in a way he always should have and he kissed Stolas’ neck and jaw as he laced their hands together before picking up the pace.
The pleasured notes that left Stolas’ throat were everything Blitzø yearned for- hearing how good the owl felt and knowing that he could please him still had Blitzø’s heart fluttering on hummingbird wings, because he needed the other to know that this wasn’t a meaningless chase towards satisfaction.
This was an extension of the love he felt, of the trust he had and the joy he experienced at being one with the demon he adored.
“Fuck, I loved you for so fucking long,” he hissed, grasping Stolas’ knees and folding long, sleek legs to equally narrow shoulders.
“Ah! Blitzø- oh fuck,” Stolas moaned, tossing his head back whilst once again looping his arms around Blitzø’s neck.
It had the Imp thrusting forward with abandon, knowing how Stolas liked it most- because it was what Blitzø liked too. The tight heat around him slickened as Stolas trembled, confessions and praises tumbling from a delightfully sinful mouth that stole Blitzø’s breath away when he kissed the owl under him.
Blitzø lost himself to the moment, a familiar coil in his lower body pulling impossibly tight as Stolas’ voice began to grow airy and desperate. The quivering feathers and fluttering eyelashes were all that Blitzø needed in order to know his lover was close and he reached down, teasing the precious gem of flesh that had Stolas spasming with ecstasy.
The heated rush of liquid bliss accompanied by the sudden clenching around him tipped Blitzø over the edge in tow, and he ground forward, chasing his own climax as Stolas’ rolled his hips up in order to meet him.
“Fuck, fuck, Stolas-”
Blitzø gasped as he buried his face into his boyfriend’s chest, riding out the high as he hit the pinnacle of pleasure, hyper aware of how the burst of saccharine heat lingered between his legs and flittered throughout his frame.
He puffed out a breath and kissed the quills against his mouth, trailing them up to Stolas who welcomed the kiss with a stuttered moan.
Blitzø nuzzled him with adoration, a purr rumbling forth as he was squeezed tightly to Stolas’ chest.
Yeah, he’d missed being an Imp.
“See? He knows it’s me,” Blitzø defended, grinning as Bon Bon clamped down on his finger whilst Stolas eyed them both dubiously.
“I think you’ll have a hard time convincing him,” the Prince sighed, dropping fruit into the blender.
“I’ll just change back and show him, once we get into all that fuckery,” Blitzø dismissed, noting how Bon Bon was looking at him with what the Imp knew to be curious recognition. “So what now?”
“Well, we will have to give you time to adjust to using that Charm, but your Imp form has been set in stone with it- quite literally,” Stolas chimed, pausing the conversation in order to start the blender. He lifted off the lid once he was done and resumed like nothing had interrupted him.
“I suppose we can simply date as we wish- I will leave it up to you how you wish to go about it as I am thrilled to be dating my Blitzy regardless of form,” he smiled, placing Blitzø’s tumbler before him.
“Yeah… gotta fucking… think about that,” Blitzø sighed, knowing it was complicated because he wasn’t technically an Imp anymore.
“Take your time, my love.”
It wasn’t like he’d have a choice in the matter, he knew the spell cast had taken a lot out of him. “So am I fucking Cinderella now? Change back at midnight type thing?”
“Not quite, my darling damsel in distress,” Stolas cooed, reaching out to tip Blitzø’s head back by the horns and kiss him on the forehead. “Your Charm will hold you to this form for a number of days- we do not yet know how many. Once that Magic runs out, you will change back & it will need to recharge so to speak.”
“That why it needs my blood?”
“That is why it needs your blood,” Stolas confirmed, smiling fondly.
“Fucking great. Now I’m saddled with a fucking leech around my neck,” Blitzø bit out moodily, though he took a mouthful of his drink and the irked emotions immediately dwindled. “Headlines are gonna be shit from now on, aye,” he stated, eyeing the sheet of newspaper that was still up on the fridge.
“Oh, I’m sure we can have some fun before then,” Stolas mused, tracing the heart-shaped insignia adorning Blitzø’s forehead. “Once you get the hang of switching to and fro, I’m sure we can have quite the fun with them.”
“Yeah?” Blitzø scoffed, cupping Stolas’ face and bumping the owl’s beak with his snout. “Make ‘em scramble for facts.”
“Sounds like you plan on whipping up quite the stir,” Stolas tittered, gracing Blitzø’s cheek with a kiss as Bon Bon started playing with a banded quill that Stolas had collected from the room the spell had been cast within.
Blitzø took it off the plant, ignoring the way Bon Bon moved to chomp a nearby recipe book. He studied the single black and white feather before slipping it into Stolas’ head quills with a grin.
“Nah Stolas, I’mma whip up a whole fucking storm.”