Cigarette Daydreams [Stolitz]✔️

7.5

On the last day of their vacation they packed up and cleaned the room, had sex, and then cleaned the room again. They got on a train and
Blitzø fell asleep on his husband's shoulder. After the train ride, they took the elevator to the pride ring, then got in a little storybook carriage. Blitzø fell asleep again I'm the carriage, and Stolas chuckled and pulled him into his lap

The little carriage took them to Blitzø's apartment. They got out, and Stolas picked him up and carried him bridal style. They got into the apartment and the prince tucked his husband into bed, placing a sweet kiss to the sleeping imp's horns before shutting the door.

"He really loves you know."

Stolas jumped, startled. Loona was standing in the kitchen leaning against the counter, sipping a can of soda. Stolas sighed, sitting in a kitchen chair and putting his head in his hands.

"When my family finds out, they'll kill him." He said quietly.

"Are you going to be there to protect him? Or am I going to have to do everything? He may be a piece of shit, but he is my dad, and I don't want him getting hurt even worse, got it?" She leaned close to him and growled menacingly.

"O-okay... I promise I'll take care of him." He swallowed, looking her in the eye.
"You better."

***

When Blitzø woke up he had a headache and he was shivering. He put on a hoodie and slinked into the kitchen. He opened the fridge and reached for a bottle of beer, noticing the ring on his finger. The last few weeks were pretty fuzzy from drinking too much, but whatever. He took a swig of the alcohol and put the bottle on the counter, pulling out leftover HRC* and taking a bite of a chicken leg.

"Stolas left last night." Loona joined him in the kitchen, taking a drumstick from the bucket he'd put on the counter.

"Course he did. Can you drive to work today?" The imp took a sip of his beer.
"I don't really have a license, but sure." The hellhound shrugged.

***

"HOLY SHIT!! SLoW DoWn!!!" Blitzø screamed and gripped onto the door as the van swerved around cars and bumped up onto the sidewalk
His adopted daughter ignored him, speeding up as she cruised through a red light. Cars slammed on their horns as they collided with each other in the intersection behind them. They sped away, leaving accidents and car pile ups in their wake.

Eventually they made it to the office mostly intact, but Blitzø was traumatized, frozen in the passenger seat, his hands shaking and his eyes wide.
"Come on dad, let's go, we're late." Loona was grinning as she hopped out of the car. Blitzo followed, blinking and wiping dirt off his pants.
He was too shaken to notice what she'd called him, but he did notice the little smile on her face.

*HRC means Hell Roasted Chicken, Hell's version of KFC
Have a good day :)