Stolitz oneshots

sick birdie

A/N: I was this close 🤏 to (accidentally) naming this story 'dick birdie' 😍

Blitzø pov:

*ping*

I was just finishing some paperwork before heading to Stolas' when I got a text from him.

He's probably just texting how excited he is to see me like he always does.

I opened the message.

Stolas:
Blitzø, I don't think it's the best idea to come over tonight, as I am feeling a bit under the weather :(

Oh, Stols is sick.

I don't wanna just not see him tonight though.

Hmm... I know! I'll bring him some yummy soup and I'll take care of him, since I know that bitch of a wife won't.

I'll head home now, make the soup, grab a few other things and go see my sick birdie.

Stolas pov:

I checked my phone again.

It had been twenty minutes now and Blitzø still hadn't responded.

I could see that he'd read the message as soon as I'd sent it to him, but he hasn't replied yet. I don't think he will.

He's probably very busy and probably doesn't care anyway.

Maybe he's relieved he doesn't have to come over tonight.

He's probably glad I'm sick.

*sad bird noise*

I guess I'll just read my book till I fall asleep, since I feel too sick to do any work, or to even eat something today.

*timeskip*

It was about 40 minutes later when I heard a knock on my door.

I assumed it was one of my servants.

'Mhm? Come in'

I watched the door as it opened and someone walked in.

'Blitzy?'

'Hey Stolas' he looked at me, smiling gently.

'Blitzø, what are you doing here? I thought you weren't coming tonight because I'm not feeling well. I look awful too! I didn't want you to see me looking as awful as this!'

I hid under the duvet not wanting him to see me looking like this. I look dreadful and he'll take one look at me and think I'm ugly and then he'll never want to see me again!

'Well, one, I know you said you didn't wanna fuck tonight, but I still wanted to see you and come make sure you were alright. That's why I'm here. And two, I don't give two shits how awful you think you look, and how anyone in the whole of hell thinks you look, because no matter what, you'll always be my slutty pretty birdie.

I poked my head out of the duvet as happy tears welled up in my eyes.

'Y-You mean it B-Blitzy?'

He walked over to my bed and sat next to me.

'Of course I do pretty bird'

I cried happy tears as I hugged him tightly

'T-Thank y-you Blitzy!'