He loves me - Stolitz Fanfic - Helluva Boss

The First Time I Laid Eyes on You (Past)

"Aw, man!" A young Blitzo laughed as he waited impatiently. "I wanted to go first!" Fizz giggled and opened the backstage curtain as they both stepped in. "Oh, come on, Blitzo. It's not always you first." Fizzaroli threw him a dirty look as they both plopped down on the ragged carpet. They took out their newly made balloon horses and began messing with them. A few minutes into that, Blitzo's Dad, the boss, stepped into the room.

"Come on, kid, let's go." He grabbed Blitzo's hand and pulled him up. Blitzo dropped his horse and pulled himself away. "For what?" "Some rich ass bird bitch wants you for his son." Blitzo looked over at Fizz and frowned. "But I don't wanna! That's boring." Blitzo raised his voice and turned around. 

"You gotta."

"Nope!"

"Come on."

"Nuh-uh!"

His father sighed and grabbed his hand, dragging him out. Fizz reached out his hand as Blitzo did the same in return. He was dragged out of the circus tent and into his broken down van. During the drive he traced his fingers gently along the cracks and scratches in the seat leather. His father had this car for as long as he can remember, and he felt an odd comfort as his hands were guided through the seats history. Like magic, he thought. His father eventually pulled up to the large palace. Blitzo watched out his window in awe as the brakes were pulled and he smiled wide. His father glanced at him from the front and leaned into him.

"Look, kid. I want you to steal as much from that place as possible. Okay? Throw it all in here and then chuck this outta window." His father tossed a large potato sack at him. Blitzo frowned and looked into the empty bag and the young owl waiting at the front steps. He sighed. "Do I have to?" His father stared at him with puppy eyes and shriveled his face oddly. "Don't you wanna help me and your poor, poor Momma?" Blitzo looked up at his in shock and cried out. "Of course I wanna help Momma! Just, this is kinda... Wrong." Blitzo looked back down into the bag and up at his father again. "Oh, for fucks sake. It's hell, stop being such a bitch and get out there!" He flung the door open and shoved Blitzo out.

The young owl stood there as his face slightly reddened. His 2... No. 4 eyes were open wide and staring and Blitzo found it hard to make eye contact. He was standing straight up and staring silently before the awkward silence was broken. "Uhhh, hi. I'm Blitzo." He mumbled. "I'm Stolas, future prince of the Ars Goetia!" He spoke with a heavy British accent and bowed. His words sounded rushed and quick, but Blitzo shrugged it off. His father, who was standing behind Stolas, whacked him on the head with his hand. "No, son, they bow to us," He bent down to him. "Remember?" Stolas stood up straighter than before and nodded, flushed.

A bit later, Stolas was sitting on the ground looking at books while Blitzo picked at his nail, sticking his tongue out. Stolas stole a few glances at him before they both stood up, bored out of their damned minds. Then came the pirate game.

(Rest of that just explains S2: E1)

A few hours later, Blitzo and Stolas were back inside on Stolas' giant bed, still giggling at the jokes they made throughout the day. Stolas smiled as Blitzo used his hands to demonstrate a massive explosion of the book tower they demolished. Stolas continued to stare at him, blushing a bit. Blitzo caught his eye and shot him a questioning look, still talking. Stolas looked away in embarassment, stuffing his face into a pillow. His father walked in and announced that Blitzo had to return home. Stolas led Blitzo outside and smiled.

"Thank you for the wonderful day, Blitzy-" Stolas' face lit up bright red as Blitzo's did as well. "What did you call me??" "BLITZO! Blitzo." He wiped his brow and Blitzo shrugged nervously as Stolas reached for his had. Blitzo allowed him to take it and Stolas shook it, smiling. "I hope we can meet each other again, someday." "Yeah. Maybe."