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Stolas's little Secret 🦉 Little!Stolas CG!Blitz: Prompt 2 (short)

Summary:

Prompt 2: Character B goes to A's room to grab something, only to stumble upon A's little gear.

Request: Cheycartoongirl8

Blitzø came by after the weekend was through to get the grimoire back for work. He shows up first thing in the morning as he always does- before Octavia is awake so she doesn't have to know he was there.

Blitzø isn't exactly a patient person, and he knows its rude- but it took Stolas too long to answer the goddamn door. "Stolas?!" He called, knocking on the door harder.

Stolas finally opened the door this time, he looked out of breath and he was acting suspicious. "Blitzy! I'm sorry to keep you waiting I was-"

"I don't really care what you were doing, I'm just here for the book." Blitzø says.

"Right- uh, let me get it." Stolas says.

"Octavia home?" Blitzø guessed.

Stolas shakes his head. "No, she's with her mother."

Blitzø raises an eyebrow. "Okay? So why are you making me wait outside?" He asks.

"Oh- uhm." Stolas hesitates.

"What's the big deal? There's not much left you can hide from me, right?" Blitzø asks.

Stolas doesn't answer, he just walks with Blitzø upstairs to retrieve the book.

As Stolas walks to his shelf to grab it, Blitzø's eyes wander around the room. He spots something odd on the floor and picks it up to investigate.

Stolas takes the book and turns back to hand it to Blitzø.

"Stolas...what's this?" Blitzø asks, holding up stolas's pacifier and gesturing to his other little gear which was in the closet.

Stolas blushes deep red. "Uhm- well. I-"

Blitzø raises an eyebrow. "Stolas, I'm not going to judge you, I have Moxxie for that."

Stolas sighs. "I don't want you to think something is wrong with me!" Stolas whines. "I promise it's nothing...weird." He says.

"Weird? Is it sexual?" Blitzø asks.

"No! No no no, heavens. It's not sexual at all! It's more of a...coping skill of sorts." He says.

"A coping skill?" Blitzø asks.

Stolas nods.

"Explain."

Stolas sighs, sitting on the bed, trying to figure out how to say this. "Well, you know how my father was. He was always so distant... I had to take care of myself most of the time, had to grow up pretty fast and take on so much... Since I've been about a teenager, I've been trying to make up for that time, mentally going back to a time when I...well, when life was supposed to be simpler..."

Blitzø looks at Stolas, then looks down on the floor.

"I do understand if you wish to go- but, could you maybe consider forgetting we spoke of it?" Stolas asks.

Blitzø appears on the bed next to him and hands him back the pacifier.

"What?" Stolas asks, taking it in his hands.

"Let me make this perfectly clear, Stolas: I never want to forget this." Blitzø says. "Because I don't want to. It's real and frankly, it's adorable. I don't ever want to hear you being ashamed of who you really are!" He speaks firmly as if scolding Stolas- but it melted the bird's heart.

"So...you...accept it?" Stolas asks.

"You think you're the only one with a shitty childhood? Of course I accept it, I lo- care about you. And if this is what you have to do in order to feel better, then I want to help and be part of this." Blitzø says.

"You're serious?" Stolas asks, smiling as his pupils expand.

"Of course. I'm your...friend." Blitzø says. "I'll always accept you."

"Oh, Blitzy, thank you." Stolas hugs Blitzø close.

Blitzø was taken aback, but he wraps his arms around Stolas. "Yeah, sure. Anytime."