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Blitzø heard Loona call out that he had a visitor ten seconds after Octavia already opened the door. He decided that he would give his daughter a lecture later as he looked up at the young owl. She was nervously clutching her bag close to her chest. The imp quickly hid his doodles in a drawer as he examined his boyfriend’s daughter. “What is wrong, sweetie?” he asked.
Octavia started fiddling with her bag as she spoke, “I was practicing magic, and I might have made a little error…” Her hand came out of her bag, and she carefully set something on the desk. When her hand moved away, she revealed a small figure. It looked sort of like…
“Stolas?!? What happened to him?”
Stolas stood before him on the table. He looked perfectly healthy other than the fact that he was just shy of one foot tall. Instead of his usual clothes, he wore an embroidered handkerchief tied into a toga. The owl looked away from Blitzø shyly with white pupils shining in his primary eyes.
Blitzø sputtered again, “And what happened to his clothes?”
“I told you, I made an error in one of my spells. My dad's clothing didn't get any smaller, so I did the best I could.”
“Is everything else still intact?” asked Blitzø as he began to reach a finger toward the hem of the improvised toga.
“Oh Blitzy~♡!” cried Stolas.
“None of that!” Octavia hissed at the assassin as she slapped his hand away.
Blitzø looked at his miniature boyfriend with a puzzled expression. “Did he just say ‘~♡’?”
Octavia arched an eyebrow at him. “You have heard him say [beep] before but you draw the line at ‘~♡?’”
Stolas's head rotated toward his daughter. He crossed his arms and made angry chittering sounds.
Blitzø wagged his finger at the princess. “Now, now, none of that language, little missy.”
Octavia rolled her eyes at both of them. “Look, just watch him for me until I can fix this. I don't want him being stepped on. And I don't want Mom or anyone else to find out about this.”
“Ok. I’ll keep this on the down low. You want to stay at my apartment for a little while, birdie?”
“Yes, darling. Very much so.”
Octavia left Stolas and Blitzø in the office and shut the door. After closing the door, she slid down with her back to it. The owlet hugged her body close and started shaking.
~♡~
Blitzø had a hard time figuring out how he felt about having a miniature Stolas. The tiny owl was incredibly adorable, but his size was very inconvenient. If he were half his new size, he would have been able to easily fit in the imp’s pocket, but he couldn’t do that at his current size without folding himself into a really tiny ball. This was further inconvenienced by the fact he was wearing the improvised toga. Blitzø decided to fix this problem first.
He gently scooped up the miniature owl and perched him on his shoulder. “Say, birdie, what would you say we try to find some better clothes for you?” he offered.
“Yes, darling,” Stolas answered.
Careful to keep the owl on his shoulder, Blitzø dug through every nook and cranny of his office. Unfortunately he could not find anything that worked better than the pocket handkerchief. Blitzø sighed and retrieved his tote bag. He gently removed Stolas from his shoulder and slid him inside. “Looks like we’re going to have to go on a shopping date!”
“Oh Blitzy~♡!” came a muffled cry from within the bag.
“Shh!” Blitzø gently hoisted the bag up onto this shoulder and exited his office. He glanced at the three pairs of eyes that turned his way. “Do we have any more hits today, Loonie Toonie?”
“No, Blitzø. We have fuck-all to do today,” the hellhound stated without looking up from her phone (or even checking the computer).
“Well that is just hunky dory! Why don’t we take a half day off, gang? It’s Friday, right? So see everyone bright and early on Monday! Enjoy your weekend! Go ahead and take the van, Loonie, I’ll meet you at home!” Like a chaotic whirlwind, the boss swept through the office and out the door without giving anyone a chance to object. The remaining employees eyed each other with confusion, but shrugged their shoulders to give in to Blitzø’s whims.
~♡~
Blitzø wanted to get something special for his little owl to wear. He started his shopping trip at a store that catered to miniature imps, but he was disgusted by the lack of selection. Everything seemed to be minute livery for his smaller cousins. There was nothing casual and definitely nothing with personality. Also, being a larger than usual imp, he felt very cramped in the store. He gave up quickly in disgust.
Blitzø wandered through the shopping center with Stolas oddly quiet in his bag. It was very hard to find suitable clothing for a demon less than a foot tall. Passing by a window display for Stylish Occult, the imp was struck with an unusual idea. The display featured some of the store’s infamously weird taxidermy.
A couple of the taxidermy creatures were wearing tiny outfits as they were set up as if attending a tea party. They reminded Blitzø of dolls. “I’m not going into that creepy store, but maybe a toy store…”
The large toy store in the shopping center was bright, noisy, and way too distracting. The staff already knew Blitzø from his previous excursions to buy horse toys. The imp didn’t enjoy coming here too much because one of the staff members that recognized him was Dennis. Dennis approached Blitzø despite the other imp’s grimace.
“Hey, B-man!” Dennis greeted Blitzø. “We just started getting the Robo Pony 2000 in and they are flying off the shelves! I don’t have any right now, but…maybe…I can keep one for you in back next time?”
“Can it, Dennis!” grouched Blitzø. “I’m not here for horses today. I know, big shock! I’m looking for those girly shit dolls! Not the expensive Hell Girls Dolls! The ones that are about a foot tall? Unrealistic proportions?”
“Hell Barbies?”
“Really? That is the best knock-off name Mammon could come with?…never mind…Where are the Hellbie dolls?” gritted out Blitzø.
Dennis looked at him, curiously. “You don’t look to be the sort of dude to be into those, B-man.”
“It is a birthday present for my darling daughter. She said she didn’t want spiders this year,” growled Blitzø. He was starting to remember why he doesn’t come into the store very often.
“Well, B-man, they are on Aisle 5. Look for way too much pink. Do you want help picking something out?”
“I think I can figure out what my Loonie wants. Can you do me a real favor and keep any chucklefucks out of my way.” Blitzø shoved past Dennis on his way to Aisle 5.
~♡~
After being in a hot pink version of Hell for over 30 minutes, Blitzø was no closer to picking out some new clothes for Stoles. The owl was perched on his shoulder again as he examined all the outfits and dolls. Blitzø kept an eye on the ends of the aisle to make sure no one saw his tiny boyfriend.
“What are you doing here?” asked Stolas.
“Other than trying to find you some clothes? I’m trying to figure out why none of these dolls have underwear. Any ideas?”
“[Beep]!”
“Well, that might be correct. Ken probably likes not having anything in his way.” The imp reached forward and grabbed a couple of packets of outfits to put in his tote. “Are you ok going without underwear a little longer Stols?”
“Oh Blitzy~♡! Yes, darling!” cried the owl.
“Settle down, birdie. Hopefully your condition won’t last forever. I don’t think I could stand it.” The owl chittered angrily in agreement. Blitzø absentmindedly reached out a finger to stroke Stolas on the head. “Now, Stolas. Go easy on your bird-daughter. I’m sure it really was an accident. Now I-”
Blitzø stopped midsentence as some of the Barbie accessories caught his eye. None of the role-play for Barbie really suited him and Stolas. She just seemed to be an overachieving bitch. However, he saw a picture of a horse out of the corner of his eye. He bent down to look at a rather expensive shelf that had larger play sets. One was labeled, “The Hell Barbie Dream House.” It looked a little like Stolas’s palace if it was redecorated by someone that thought pink was the only color in the world. Just looking at it made him feel nauseous. Next to the dream house was “Ken’s Mojo Dojo Casa House.” That was more to the imp’s liking. This house had tons of pictures of horses and even a beer fridge. This Ken guy must have style. It was a shame that the Casa House was way too expensive, and it also couldn’t be hidden in his tote.
Blitzø sighed as he straightened up. He pet Stolas on the head again as he apologized, “Sorry, Stolas. I can’t afford to get you one of these houses.”
“[Beep]!”
“Fuck Stolas, don’t be like that. I will make sure you are nice and comfortable at my place. I promise!” The owl began to chitter angrily as Blitzø returned him back to the tote bag. He tossed a few more outfits and fashion accessories into the bag as well. He wasn’t paying full attention to everything he grabbed and resolved to have Stolas put on a fashion show for him later.
The imp ran out the store as if he was being chased. That would only be a matter of time. “Sorry. Couldn’t find anything! Bye!” As he ran through the security gate, the alarm started blaring.
Good, old Dennis just stood by the exit and waved. “Bye, B-man! Come again!”
~♡~
Blitzø kicked the door open to his apartment. “Loona! I’m home!” He did not hear a response from her room. He walked over to her door and found a note stating she would be out late. He shrugged his shoulders and walked over to the kitchen table. He carefully removed Stolas from his tote and placed him on the table. He then upended the rest of his tote onto the table. Soon, Stolas was surrounded by a pile of doll clothes and accessories.
The owl looked around at all the clothes around him and then up at the imp with a curious expression. “What are you doing here?” asked Stolas.
“You…are going to go through the clothes I borrowed for you and pick out some that you like.” The imp started to unpackage some of the clothes that were still in blister packs.
“Oh Blitzy~♡!” Stolas exclaimed as he began to unravel the improvised toga.
“Wait! Stop, Stolas!” Blitzø gently grabbed the owl’s wrist with his thumb and forefinger. Stolas started to chitter angrily, but the imp gently pressed a finger to his beak. “You are not acting like your usual self. Normally, this would not be an issue between us, but I’m going to give you some privacy to get dressed. Blitzø straightened up and walked around the partition to the living room.
“[Beep]...” Stolas muttered as he began to change his clothes.
~♡~
Midway through the impromptu fashion show, Blitzø regretted grabbing so many outfits from the Hell Barbie careers section. Not that the clothes were as sexy as their Lust Ring counterparts for full sized demons, but the imp was definitely starting to get some ideas for when Stolas was restored. He would start with a sexy librarian and work his way up to a sexy nurse. But until then…
“Stolas, I’m sorry, I grabbed so many duds. This is taking too much time. Let me go ahead and pick something out for you to wear for now, and we can sort through the rest later.”
“Yes, darling.” Blitzø rummaged through the remaining clothes. He ended up selecting a loose hot pink shirt with a scoop neck and black spandex leggings. He was glad to finally find a set of clothes without snaps on them that the owl could easily get on and off.
Blitzø was not a fashion expert, but he was pretty sure that hot pink wasn’t Stolas’s best color. It didn’t look bad on him, but he felt that blue or purple would suit his bird better. Sadly, Barbie had no sense of taste, and he wasn’t going to risk going back into the toy store for more clothes. The cut of the clothes, though, complimented the owl beautifully. The imp went through the remaining clothes and separated out a few more outfits that could work for the owl to try out later.
The imp checked his phone and realized that it was almost dinner time. He started rummaging through his fridge for food. “Are you hungry, Stols?”
“Yes, darling,” the owl replied.
“Great. I don’t have anything in the fridge. I’m going to have to order something with Bee Eats. Do you have a preference for anything?” Stolas blinked all four of his eyes slowly and shrugged his shoulders. “Pizza it is! Everyone loves pizza!” Blitzø pulled out a phone and started a pizza order. He was pretty sure that Stolas would be full with one slice, but he could only split the toppings on a pizza 50/50. “What toppings do you like?” he asked. Stolas blinked again in answer. Blitzø groaned and ended up selecting toppings that he hoped the owl would like but he knew he could tolerate.
~♡~
When the pizza was finally delivered, Blitzø opened the box apprehensively. The rat pepperoni and bell peppers that he had selected for Stolas did not look too bad. Blitzø already started salivating at eyeing his side that contained extra cheese, jalapeños and sriracha sauce.
After taking a moment to reflect on the delicious looking pizza, Blitzø pulled himself together. Tonight, he was dining with royalty, and he had to pull out all the stops. He got plates out of the cupboard for the two of them, a pizza cutter, and an aluminum bottle of beer. He sat everything down on the table with Stolas and moved the pizza to the ledge above the table. Even the imp’s smallest plate was huge for Stolas, but they would have to make do. The imp started by using the pizza cutter to take a small corner off the pizza and put it on Stolas’s plate. He then screwed the cap off the beer and poured a small amount into it. The cap was placed next to the owl as well.
Stolas sat down on the table next to his plate. After observing Blitzø for a brief moment, he began to eat and drink. The imp thought it was absolutely adorable to watch him drink a small amount of beer from the bottle cap. It seemed like he had also cut the pizza to the exact right size as well. They ate in silence for a while.
When Blitzø was finished with his slice, he looked over at Stolas. “Do you want more, birdie?” he asked.
“Yes, darling.”
~♡~
Once they were done eating, Stolas let out a large yawn. Blitzø immediately scooped him up and carried him over to the couch. “I guess you are starting to get sleepy, huh Stolas?” The owl nodded and yawned again. “You stay right here, and I will get a bed ready for you.” He turned on the TV and channel surfed until he found Hell-a-novella. He left the remote next to the miniature owl while he went to rummage through the apartment.
Luckily, Blitzø and Loona were not the best house keepers. It didn't take him long to find a discarded shoe box that hadn't quite made it to the trash. The box was just a little longer than Stolas and would be just right for a bed. He didn’t really have any bedding, but he did his best to make something more like a nest than a bed within the box using the softest bits of fabric he could gather around the apartment.
Blitzø returned to his tote bag and sorted through some more of the Barbie clothes, hoping to find something for Stolas to wear to bed. He was lucky and found two options which he brought over to Stolas along with the improvised bed.
“Ok, Stols. I have your new bed! I also found you a night gown or a robe you can wear!” The “night gown” was warm and soft, but it was an ugly pink with white lace around the neck and cuffs. The robe the imp found was also pink and it looked like a more modest version of the red bathrobe that Stolas liked to wear around the palace. Blitzø placed everything on the couch next to Stolas. And then rummaged in his bed side table for his own sleepwear. “I’m going to go change in the bathroom. You let me know when you are done, and I will get you tucked in.”
“Yes, darling.”
Blitzø went into the bathroom to put on his sleeping clothes and only came out once he heard, “Oh Blitzy~♡!” He assumed this was Stolas’s signal that it was safe to come out, and he was correct. When the imp walked back around the couch, he found Stolas wearing the ugly nightgown and sitting in the shoe box. He made sure the owl was nice and comfortable, and moved the shoebox to his bedside table.
Blitzø turned off the lights in the apartment and settled back down on the couch. “G’night, Stols.” The owl hooted softly in response. Soon they were both fast asleep.
Later that night, Loona returned to the apartment and saw that her dad was already asleep. She smiled softly and went to check to make sure he was well covered. As she was tucking him in, she noticed a lidless shoe box on the side table. Curious, she walked over to peek inside. Multiple feelings including bemusement and disgust warred in her head. Somehow, her dad had found a doll version of the prince and tucked him into a makeshift bed. She really didn’t want to know why Blitzø had the doll and what he was doing with it. She resolved not to bring it up tomorrow and went to bed.
~♡~
Blitzø woke early on Saturday morning to a soft cooing sound and a slight weight on his chest. The imp moved as little as possible as he opened his eyes and looked down. Stolas had somehow escaped his shoebox in the middle of night and was now sleeping peacefully on Blitzø’s chest. The imp gently cupped his hand over the owl’s small body and allowed the weight and cooing to sooth him back to sleep.
Blitzø woke up again when Stolas shifted his weight a few hours later. He looked down and saw that the owl was beginning to sit up. “Mornin’, Stolas. Did you sleep ok?”
“Yes, darling. Very much so.”
“Good. Let’s get ready for the day. Maybe your bird girl has figured out how to fix you.” He gingerly scooped up Stolas and perched him on his shoulder. “Let’s get some breakfast, get dressed and get out of here before Loonie wakes up.”
Blitzø did go as overboard for breakfast as he had for dinner the night before. He simply made his morning pancakes and cut off a portion for Stolas. After breakfast, the two got dressed and took some time to watch an episode of My Little Pony. Stolas even let Blitzø place him on a horse figurine and pretended to ride around that apartment. The imp had to say it was one of the best Saturday mornings of his life! After they were done horsing around, Blitzø loaded Stolas and a couple of spare outfits into his tote and headed to the palace.
~♡~
Blitzø took back any good thing he ever thought about Ken. If anything, he had worse fashion taste than his ho. This led to a big argument between him and Stolas.
It all started when they arrived at the palace. Blitzø went straight to Octavia to ask her if she found a way to unshrink her dad. The poor owlet began to shake, but she was able to let them know that she thought she almost found the counterspell. “Don’t worry I’ll have Dad fixed before your big Valentine’s date, tonight,” promised Octavia as she ran to her room.
Valentine's Date?!?!
“Fuck,” groaned Blitzø.
“[Beep]!” agreed Stolas.
So, Blitzø took Stolas with him into the kitchen to review outfit possibilities for the date. The imp hoped that Octavia would pull through for them, but he decided to go ahead and have Stolas dress up in his diminutive form just in case. He placed the owl on the table and started to rummage through his tote. Stolas had taken matters into his own hands and put on one of the Ken outfits that Blitzø had gotten yesterday. However, the outfit did not scream Valentine's or date or really anything. Stolas was wearing shorts with pastel blue and pink stripes with a matching button down shirt that was left completely open.
“Stolas,” scolded Blitzø. “I am not taking you out looking like that. I’m sure there is something better in here.”
Stolas began to chitter angrily.
“Don’t be like that; I know you selected that outfit because it is easy to put on. But, I promise I will help you with the snaps if you pick something else.”
The owl crossed his arms and glared resolutely at the imp.
“Look at this one,” suggested Blitzø. He pulled out a Barbie dress and held it out to Stolas at eye level. It was a hot pink (of course) dress with a halter top. There were little white glittery hearts near the bottom. At the top of the dress, the halter was made out of a sheer white fabric and attached to the dress with a white plastic broach shaped like a heart. Blitzø exclaimed happily, “This dress screams Valentine's day!”
“[Beep],” Stolas argued back, refusing to uncross his arms.
~♡~
Octavia was in her room shaking with uncontrolled laughter. She heard footsteps in the hall and quickly turned around to her desk to make it look like she was studying for a solution for the “little problem.” The bedroom door opened and shut behind her. The owlet studiously ignored the intruder.
“Starfire, dearest, why is Blitzø in our kitchen trying to convince a miniature golem to wear a cocktail dress? And why does the golem look like me?”