Stolitz Oneshots

🥺😽🤰 Out for Love

A/N: I'm sorry, I'm a sucker for Mpreg RN 🤭

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Stolas sat on his couch, clutching his robe around himself as he stared at his phone, weighing the pros and cons of contacting Blitzø.

How would he even react to this? How would anyone react to finding out the man they've been having sex with every month in exchange for use of his grimoire is pregnant with their child?

Stolas decided to risk it and called Blitzø, asking him if he wanted to come over. It would be much better to tell him in person, and Stolas could only hope that his little imp would be accepting of this whole thing.

"What is it? I'm kinda busy." Blitzø asked, clearly on edge.

"Hello, Blitzy. I would love your company if you're free tonight?" Stolas says nervously.

"I can't tonight, gotta take Loona to get her S-H-O-T. It took me months to get this appointment, and I can't reschedule, sorry." Blitzø says.

"Oh, well..." Stolas says, looking down at his softly swollen abdomen. "Perhaps another night then, Blitzy?"

"Yeah, sure." Blitzø says bluntly. "I'll come see you tomorrow, okay?"

"It's a date." Stolas says, a ridiculous and naively hopeful grin on his face. "Goodnight my dear Blitzy. Drive safe."

"Goodnight, Stolas." Blitzø said, and he couldn't fight the small grin on his face, earning a knowing look from Loona, although the hellhound didn't say a word.

As Stolas walked into his kitchen for some water, he heard a creak behind him. He barely had time to react before an impish figure pounced on him, binding him in a glowing white rope before injecting him with some sort of sedative. With his last ounce of strength, he called out for help, his vision slipping into darkness.

Octavia heard her father call out for help, but by the time she got downstairs, he was already being hauled out the door by Striker, barely conscious.

"Dad!" Octavia cried out helplessly.

"Call... Blitzø..." Stolas managed to call out before he fell unconscious. Octavia tried to fight the imp but she ended up with an angelic knife in her leg. She could only watch helplessly as Striker tied her father to the back of his horse and rode off.

Octavia limped inside, blood dripping from her wound as she ripped the blade from her leg. She grabbed the house phone, looking up Blitzø's number, struggling to breathe through the pain and fear.

"Ugh, what the fuck is it, Stolas?!" Blitzø grumbled, still out of breath from the whole fight to get Loona's shot in her.

"It's Octavia, I need your help. Please." She sobbed.

"Octavia? What the fuck happened? Where's Stolas?" Blitzø asked, panicked.

"He's gone. Some psycho imp freak took him away on a horse!" Octavia explained, hyperventilating.

"Wait, what?!" Blitzø shouts, making poor Moxxie jump. "Stolas was kidnapped by an imp?"

"Yes! I need your help, please!" Octavia sobbed. "He had angelic weapons, he's gonna kill my dad with them."

"Alright, we're on our way, honey. We'll get him back in no time!" Blitzø says. "What did this little angelic weapon wielding cocksucker look like?"

"Like a fucking snake." Octavia growls.

"That's Striker, sir!" Millie says from the backseat.

"Goddammit, I hate that little fucker. I'm on my way, Via, hold tight." Blitzø growled before hanging up the phone.