#fluff interactions

“Alright! The adults are asleep what do you guys want to do?”

Alya being Alya, decided to take over the sleepover to celebrate Marinette’s friends finally realizing (or in most cases finally speaking up) about Lila’s lies.

“Swordfight!”

“Movie Marathon!”

“Let’s play truth or dare!”

Different ideas all resound from the girls currently huddled in Marinette’s room, all the boys trying to pretend they didn’t exist.

Only nine people were there, Adrien had wanted to come to the sleepover, but his dad wouldn’t let him.

These 10 were the only ones from her class to come back to her and apologize once they realized who the real victim was.

Marinette almost couldn’t believe her eyes when Alix, Alya, Kagami, Chloe, Nino, Kim, Max, Nathaniel, and Marc came up to her asking for her back.

The only ones who had actually believed Lila’s lies were Alya, Max, and Nathaniel but the others still apologized for not speaking out for her.

This group apology and cry session that immediately followed ended up with them holding a sleepover to celebrate their reconnection.

One thing Marinette forgot about though. Was the fact that Chat Noir would come to hang out with her on Fridays.

Which is why, when pebbles started hitting her window. She damn near had a heart attack when everyone else noticed immediately stopping their conversations.

“Mari, Love, Darling dearest. Who, might I ask, is throwing pebbles at your window?”

Every single one of her friends look at her with shit-eating grins as Kim blinks up innocently at her like he didn't just confirm for everyone there was in fact someone outside throwing a rock at her window.

Persistently.

With a deep sigh, Marinette grabs a lightsaber and spray bottle from the back of her closet.

"Alya, I am giving you permission to film this. I am NOT, however, to post this to any social media, and no one except for those in this room are to ever see the footage unless I give explicit permission otherwise. Understand?"

Alya nods frantically pulling out her phone as she and Marinette climb up to the balcony.

"Oh, Romeo Oh Romeo. Where art tho Romeo?"

Chat Noirs sarcastic call sounds from below with a bouquet of Alstroemeria, Amaryllis, and Blue Irises.

Alya hides behind the railing, just out of Chat Noir's sight as she films the interaction.

With a deep sigh, Marinette turns to Chat with regret and sorrow written all across her face, making Chat pause.

"Princess? What's the matter-"

"I'm sorry Chat Noir. But it's over."

The stricken look on his face almost makes Marinette feel sorry for him.

Almost.

"I don't understand? Did I do something wrong?"

With another deep sigh, Marinette runs a hand over her face.

"It's over Chat."

Faking tears, Marinette ever so slowly pulls the lightsaber from behind her back turning it on making the red illuminate half her face.

"I have the high ground."

Marinette sniffles for good measure as Alya finally catches on. Turning her phone back to Chat to see him looking like he was about to cry before it finally clicks.

His face goes blank as he stares up at one of his best friends.

"I hate you so much."

Marinette cackles as he pulls out his baton, stretching up to her balcony to be face to face with her.

"I can't believe that guy calls you 'Angel'. Your halo hides your horns too well and- Ladyblogger? What are you doi- Eep!"

He cuts off abruptly as Marinette squirts him in the face with the spray bottle making him reel back with a yowl.

In his haste to get away, he knocks himself off balance starting to fall over backward until Marinette grabs his bell yanking him forward.

"Okay, that is it! I'm going home and I'm telling Ladybug you're picking on me."

Marinette wheezes, trying to get her breath back and just giving up. Climbing down her skylight to collapse in a pile of giggles.

Chat and Alya both follow her down. Alya pushing her off her bed so Kim has to catch her before she hits the floor.

"Please Alya. PLEASE, tell me you got his reaction on film."

Alya smirks showing the video currently saving to her phone.

"Of course I did. Now we have a new guest here now assuming that Chat wants to stay for the sleepover."

Chat's eyes widen, looking every part the excited kitten.

"Can I?! I've never been to a sleepover before!"

All of the girls gasp in horror, surrounding Chat as they search through drawers and Marinette's closet.

Marinette, always one step ahead, runs to chat.

"Go in the bathroom, detransform put these on, and come back out. I'm assuming your Kwami eats camembert cheese since you constantly smell like it. I swear no one here is going to find out your identity or even try if they don't want me to put them on blast with all of the dirt I have on them. Now go!"

Chat is shoved into the bathroom, the door slamming shut behind him. Doing as he is told in fear of Marinette, Chat detransforms catching Plagg as he cackles in the air.

"Oh, I like her! She'd make a great kitten, with how easy it is for her to cause chaos, just how I like it!."

Shaking his head at his cackling Kwami as he got dressed. Putting the mask Marinette made him on trying it securely around his head. Stepping out to find Marinette coming back with a LARGE tray of food and everyone else huddled around Alya's phone.

Chat can't help the startled yelp he lets out when Alix pulls him down to her, gently petting his hair as she glares at Marinette.

"You're a monster Marinette. How could you do that to him?! Look at his face! His little baby face! He looked heartbroken!"

Marinette snorts at the playful scolding.

"Let him go, Alix. Go find your own stray."

Alix snorts as Marinette pulls a blushing Chat to her hugging him close. Marinette sits down dragging him with her as he buries his face in her hair. Too embarrassed to speak.

He doesn't have a babyface. Does he?

"Awe come on Mari, you found the cutest one the least you could do is share him!"

Everyone laughs as Kim makes a grab for Chat just for Marinette to pull him closer to her.

"Noooooo, this is MY alley cat! Go find your own!"

Chat Noir would never admit how hard he had to fight down his purr when Marinette started petting his hair.

You know. Before he lost that battle and a purr sounded loudly through his chest.

"Please stop. It's not fair and you're embarrassing me. Mariiiiii! Stooooooop."

Everyone laughs when Chat complains for Marinette to stop, even as he starts to melt into a puddle on her lap.

"One of these days I'm going to tell M'lady on you and she's gonna dangle you from the Eiffel Tower."

Now, under normal circumstances, everyone would be worried, but it's hard to be serious when one of Paris's superheroes is melted in a puddle in your friend's lap with a purr so loud it's hard to understand him.

"I'm pretty sure Ladybug would dangle YOU from the Eiffel Tower for being in a girls room this late, without letting her parents know. Even more, so that you detransformed in front of us. Still want to tell Ladybug on Marinette?"

Everyone turns to Marc, Nathaniel's adorable spouse as they radiate badassery.

Chat's purr stutters before starting up just as loudly again.

"I will no longer be telling M'lady."

Marinette snorts leaning back on her chaise as Chat adjusts himself so he's laying between her legs with his head on her stomach. Facing the rest of the class as Marinette plays with his hair.

"Are you guys dating?"

"Of course they are Cesaire. Ridiculous-!"

"Utterly ridiculous!" "Ew! No!"

Are the two different responses that cut Chloe off. The group finishing Chloe's catchphrase as Marinette and Chat Noir look at the rest of the class in disgust.

"Okay, first of all. Chat what the HELL do you mean 'ew'? Marinette is a babe, and everyone in this room has had a crush on her at least once before. How dare you say 'ew' like you would never date her you would be incredibly lucky if she even considered you."

Alya states with a finger in Chat's face.

Alix, Alya, Kagami, Chloe, Max, Kim, Nathaniel, Marc, and Nino all looking incredibly offended for Marinette even as she blushes and tries to hide her face.

"Guys, stop! And what do you mean all of you? Half of you are dating each other!"

Chat snickers at her distress, pulling out his burner phone and snapping a picture of her face.

"Okay, there may or may not be a literal 'Queen Marinette Club" or 'QMC' for short. We even have several social media accounts dedicated to giving you the credit you deserve. Before you ask this started that one time we went to Gotham and you answered all of the Riddler's riddles and yelled at Nightwing and Robin for their poor fashion choices and called Batman a furry when he tried to stop you."

Surprisingly Nathaniel is the one who answers instead of Alya as she pulls out her phone.

"We didn't even start the club! It was some people in Gotham who did. Max is the one who found out about it."

Sweet Marc, sweet sweet Marc never knowing when to stop before Marinette popped a blood vessel from blushing so hard.

"Poison Ivy, Harley Quinn, Cat Woman, The Riddler, the entire Batfamily (Batman included), and even some of the Waynes follow the accounts. Not to mention the other celebrities you've befriended like Mr. Stone and Ms. Nightingale."

Max reads off of his phone, seemingly proud of Marinette's followers.

"Even my mom follows you, Mari. That says something."

Chat looks up cackling as Marinette tries to suffocate herself with a pillow, Plagg rolling around on her hair as he clutches his stomach.

"Dang! Pigtails has some, what's it called? Clout! You're famous, kitten!"

Marinette whimpers from behind the pillow, her face practically radiating heat.

Chat snorts before turning back to the group.

"Number one I am well aware that Marinette is awesome and that I would be the luckiest man in the world to have her as my girlfriend. However, she's basically my little sister, same as Ladybug. Sorry to burst your bubble, Alya. Number two, she already has a boyfriend, has for a little over a year now, and he scares me. I am not testing if I really have nine lives cause he would take all of them. Number three, can you show me the 'QMC' accounts I want to follow them."

The room is silent as Marinette glares at Chat.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that? Princess? It's not like this is new informa-! They didn't know did they?"

Marinette reaches under her, pulling out a very nice-looking dagger from under the cushions of her chaise.

"Say goodbye to eight of your lives Chat. I need a new black fur hat."

Chat yelps scampering away from Marinette on all fours as she lunges for him with Plagg chasing after them laughing.

They keep running around the room until they pass Kim and he reaches out and grabs Marinette, trapping her in his arms.

"Okay, nice knife. Not sure where you got it nor do I want to know. Second of all, what's this about a boyfriend?"

Everyone surrounds her as Alix pulls the dagger from her hands putting it back under the cushions.

"Why haven't we heard of any boyfriend? Are you out of your mind?"

Alya's calm tone is very misleading as Chat hides behind her.

"He didn't want anyone to know just in case people claim for me to be a gold digger. Scratch that, I didn't want anyone to know so he didn't get sued for assault if anyone called me a gold digger and he found out."

Chat snorts.

"Yeah, you, definitely a gold digger. You know, since you didn't even realize who he was for the first 5 or 6 months of your relationship."

Marinette's glare does nothing as a blush covers her face.

"We don't speak of it Chat. I can and will still skin you."

Everyone looks at Marinette in shock.

"Okay, so all we know is that they are a he. He is rich enough to make people assume Marinette, Marinette of all people, is a gold digger and they are in a secret relationship. Who is it?"

Max looks up from his phone, where he is no doubt taking notes.

Marinette looks at the ground mumbling something that no one but Chat can make out thanks to his super hearing. He laughs and walks over to her phone unlocking it as Marinette finally answers.

"Damian Wayne."

Everyone looks at Marinette in a mix of shock and confusion before Chloe bursts out laughing.

"Only you Marinette. Only you would get over your crush on a millionaire heir to fall for a literal billionaire heir without even realizing it."

She breaks off into hysterical laughter as everyone turns to chat who is now on Marinette's computer connected to her phone as a facetime call takes place.

It answers on the second ring to someone who is most definitely NOT Damian Wayne.

"Hey Pixie Pop! Sorry, but I had to steal the phone from demon spawn. He was trying to kill me and Dick with a spoon and lunged for his phone as soon as it started ringing. Me and Dick were closer so we grabbed it and are now trying to find somewhere to hide so he doesn't actually kill us. Dick wanna say 'Hi'?"

Everyone hears a shout of 'sure' from someone out of the frame before the phone is passed over to someone who looks much like the first, except they are older and have no white streak in their hair.

"Hey, nettie! How's school?"

Chat smirks, covering Marinette's mouth as she tries to reply. A door slams shut as the two guys hunker in the near darkness, a lock clicking into place.

"School is great thanks for asking. Could be better but we are all getting by."

Two faces appear on screen looking a mix between worried and angry.

"I swear to god if you are holding Pixie Pop for ransom you will have the rage of all of Gotham fall upon you."

Chat just looks confused before remembering that he's wearing a mask and is holding Marinette's mouth shut.

"Oh! No, I'm not holding her hostage, we're friends. Chat Noir, Parisian superhero at your service. I just wanted to prank her boyfriend, she's having a sleepover and I was invited."

Their expressions immediately relax.

"Oh good. I was worried about what would happen when everyone else found out. Especially Damian."

Both boys shudder and smile as everyone else in the room comes into the frame.

One of them opens their mouth to speak before a loud bang comes from the door. Two equal looks of fear take over their faces.

A second later a loud bang fills the air as the door basically explodes open, high-pitched screams of terror fill the air before all is silent a new face filling to screen.

"Sorry Habibti, my brothers are imbeciles with death wishes. What do you need?"

"Wow, Habibti? I didn't know you felt that way about me Damian, or should I give you a pet name too?"

Chat's grin SCREAMS mischief, as Damian looks down an ice-cold glare in place.

"Let go of my girlfriend before I fly down there and skin you alive regardless of her wishes."

Everyone shivers at the pure venom in Damian's voice as Chat lets go holding his hands up in the air as he grins.

"Sorry, sorry. Letting go."

Marinette and Damian both glare at him before turning to each other, both looks immediately softening.

"Sorry, Shaytan. I'm having a sleepover and Chat outed our relationship and decided it would be funny to call you."

His smile is so gentle it shocks the rest of Marinette's friends.

"Don't worry, it's not your fault the Cat is a moron. I miss you. When do you think you can come back?"

Both of them choose to ignore Chats highly offended 'Hey!' as well as everyone else in the room with Marinette.

"That depends on when you want me there and when I can catch a flight."

Damian sits down at a table pulling a laptop to him as he sets up his phone so she can still see him.

"Well I want you here now, and I can have you a flight soon enough if I ask Father to get the family jet ready. If I work fast I can have you here by tomorrow morning, if not sooner."

Marinette looks shocked.

"You can't just ask your Father to get a plane ready just for me Damian!"

He glances back at the phone before going back to his computer.

"Why not? Everyone here loves you and if you're worried about the cost of it I can assure you a single minute of your time is worth far more than a measly plane ride."

Kim and Alya make cooing noises at the two from the sweetness of it all as Kagami steps up wrapping her arms protectively around her.

"Before you make any more trip plans you are going to tell me what you plan to do with Marinette in the future. I will not allow her to be some temporary girlfriend if you aren't serious about her."

Damian turns back to the phone looking past Marinette to acknowledge the others for the first time since the call started.

"I can assure you I don't want Marinette to be temporary. I plan to marry her and I truly couldn't care less if any of you have a problem with it."

Marinette's face invents a new shade of red as everyone coos over how cute that is. After getting over their initial shock of course.

"Habibti, do you want them to be able to come with you next time you come over? I can have father speak to their parents if they don't agree right away."

"Are you sure that would be okay?"

Marinette's timid voice makes Damian look away from his computer.

"Why wouldn't it be? If you don't want them to come with you then they don't have to, I know that you have some trouble with a few of your classmates. Seeing how late it is there I would have thought these were the ones who didn't turn on you or came back once they realized how idiotic they were to leave in the first place."

"Rude, but true."

Damian chooses to ignore Alya.

"No I would like for them to come, it could be fun! I'm just worried about space and where everyone would sleep."

Damian snorts.

"You have nothing to worry about, if you don't want them to stay in a hotel they can stay with us in the manor, there's plenty of space. And if there isn't enough space you can just sleep with me in my room."

He finishes off with a cheeky grin as Marinette sputters.

"You can't just say stuff like that Damian! It was bad enough that you said you planned to marry me, you don't need to add sharing a bed to the pile!"

Damian has the audacity to look confused.

"What do you mean? I never hid my plans to marry you nor my feelings, I don't get what the big deal is about sharing a bed anyway. It's not like Alfred would let us do anything and we wouldn't even have the chance with the circus monkeys I call brothers."

Several offended voices with 'I heard that!' 'Excuse me?' and 'You love us and you know it!'s all sound from his end.

Alix and Kim are basically collapsed onto each other as they wheeze at his bluntness.

Marinette sighs resting her head on her hands with a 'why do I even bother?' before looking up again.

"Fine, how is next weekend for everyone. I know Adrien will want to be included and I don't think he has anything going then. It will give me enough time to convince everyone's parents if need be and pack."

Everyone agrees and they end the call. Damian and Marinette saying their respective I love yous and Goodnight/Good mornings.

"I'm going to duel him."

"Kagami NO!"

Kagami looks Marinette dead in the eyes before smiling.

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Eyeing the plate inside of the microwave as it slowly spun around, dim yellow light from inside it shone through the window of the door, well it made a soft 'hum' as it ran. Stolas was just curious about the appliance he didn't have one at his place after all. So it fascinated the owl as he blinked all four eyes in unison as it held his attention, long tail feathers sways left and right as he smiled like a child watching their favorite show. BlitzØ said it was the chef tonight the imp was far too tired to try and cook after all. Though to be fair Stolas sort of invited himself over so one couldn't really blame BlitzØ for being too tried to really entertain his sudden guest. At least the appliance was far more than enough to do so for the owl. He could smell the Salisbury steak meal as it was cooking, well reheating. The food was already cooked beforehand and then frozen to be eaten later. How handy of an idea though! hmm Stolas could maybe even handle that instead of just munching on his cereal time to time. Suddenly the plate was coming to a halt as a loud alarming 'beep' sounded off and the light turned off.

"oh" Stolas worded out when it seemed the meal was finished. Steeping aside to let BlitzØ pull the black tray with the food out from the microwave. "I can't believe how simple that is, and for all that," he gestured to the streaks, corn, and mash potatoes. Was a bit weird that thier was gravy on it already? "not needing to be done separate and such." placing his elbows on the counter as BlitzØ was setting the hot tray on the counter just eyeing the prince now. "It's just so quaint that you can have a whole meal all package up without any cooking needed and pop it in." Stolas went on to talk about the tv dinner as if it was just the most interesting thing to the owl. Which in a way it was. So that wasn't a stretch really. BlitzØ didn't share in the fascination, however, far more curious why Stolas was even waiting at his place in the first place. At least they let him in so there was that. Stolas just smiled softly, "I just wanted to see you that's allowed isn't it?" he simply asked, he figured if BlitzØ did in fact like him back then a simple visit had no harm right? he wasn't too sure still. Sure The imp had come over to his place before when asked when he was alone and needing..someone for company. And sure they agreed to a date and even asked him out but Stolas just wasn't all too sure. He..he jumped the gun so to speak before. When they had started their whole acts of passionate fornication as a way of payment for the imp to use the grimoire. But Stolas did find himself falling for the imp at least he thought it to be love. He had never really been in love but it was such a hard emotion to explain and put logic to when he thought about this imp. He just wanted to be with them whenever he could be. Wanted to hold them and kiss them, just sit with them even. But he pushed his wants and feelings before, for all he was aware BlitzØ was agree to a lot for the book still.

| Fluff interactions "Hey guys," Nina groaned slightly as she opened the door to her and Autumn's apartment, greeting her sister as they came to visit. It had been some time since her accident but enough had passed for Nina to leave the team and the tower even. Brooklyn and Steve though always found time to visit her, it was just her sister today though. And it was getting a bit easier compared to when well the whole missing an arm thing happened. They could still be a bit weird around Nina but having space helped her not get so irritated by their reactions. Stepping back to let them in, "Sorry for the mess I was about to pick up." Hair a mess, sleepwear still on and it was going on two in the afternoon. That was a bit of a lie she shut the door behind her sister as they walked in. They hadn't spoken much since she left Nina just..couldn't. Bending down as she started to pick up Copper's toys that had been all over the place, spoiled as they were the dog had more toys than they knew what to do with and liked to leave them all over the place when he wanted to play. Trying to move her pile into her other bicep needing to tug tight to herself to keep them there as she tried to keep the toys from falling out. Soon slipping out only to make Nina groan annoyed, easier aggravated by the lack of a full arm to do something so simple. Brooklyn, spoke up to see if she could help at all. Nina turned to look at her sister who was still in the habit of not looking at the missing limb as she darted her eyes to the ground and pointed slightly. Nina just sighed "yeah sure..thanks." Nina added in as they went about picking them up soon asking where Cooper was right now since he wasn't at the door to greet her as well. "Autie, took him out well having to head to school she works at," Nina mentioned offhand leading Brook to Cooper's tote of toys for them to dumb them into, that he'll just tear back out once he's home again. Turning to Brooky again a hand to her hip as she musters a slight attempt of a smile. "so what brings you by?" Brook just shrugged and asked if she can't just see Nina. Nina surgery her shoulders seeing nothing wrong with that. Seeing how it wasn't quite like before when Nina was always just around the corner for Brook to go to. Now she had to go across town to get to her sister. Both were quiet as they stood in the living room now as Nina thought that over slightly biting at her lip. "You sleepin' fine? eattin' real food?" she started to list off everything that came to mind since was around to be there for her sister...she can't anymore. Brook answers weren't the best but enough to at least ease Nina's concerns. Sleeps when she can and eats. The lack of some clarification on the real food bit got Nina to stare at Brookly before giving a roll of her eyes and shaking her head. Brook now asked her own questions to see how Nina had been of late. Similar response a typical she was fine as she went to head into the kitchen now. Brook following behind her, she could just feel they had another question to ask in mind but was keeping it to herself. Nina sighed as she turned to lean back against the counter. "go ahead and ask, I can tell you got something in mind." She knew Brook didn't mean anything bad by how she was being, Brook just didn't know how to handle her sister well missing an arm now. But that didn't mean Nina didn't miss how it was before and it just made wanting a sense of normal seem unlikely anymore. It was always going to be gone now after all. But she wasn't expecting the question of 'when are you coming back?' to be what Brook would say. Nina just looked away ashamed of her answer "I'm not." her voice was quiet as she admitted it. "I can't" she added on. Brook shifted a bit on her feet when getting the answer and Nina huffed out a forced laugh. "How can I be a hero like this?" Nina went on to say gesturing to the arm that was once there but wasn't anymore. "I pushed so hard! I wanted to meet the expectations but the damn pressure-" she cut herself off as she leaned back against the counter letting

To my beloved Blitzy,

Despite the noises I make when we involve ourselves in passionate fornication, I have never been the best at expressing myself, and the thoughts that run through my mind. I supposed a letter may be easier, allow the words to flow like my ink. In truth, Blitzy, yes, at first much of our relationship was one-sided, and no more than about the sex we indulged in. Yet, only after I met, did I notice how much brighter the sun shone. How many more stars there were up above. How lighter my heart felt. I have wondered the many rings of Hell for years, yet, no one but you has made me feel this way. Has made me feel so happy, so...alive. There is no one here, or up above, that compares to you. There is no one that has ever existed that has made the World seem right. 

I suppose, what I’m trying to tell you, what I’ve been wanting to tell you for so long, is that I love you. I love you Blitzy. I wish, maybe one day, I can tell you this to your handsome face, as opposed to the written word.

Forever yours, Stolas.

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BliztØ made his way into his office dragging his feet across the floor as he trudged his way over to the chair at his desk. Slightly letting his body fall back into as he sort of just stared out to nothing. "Fuck, today sucked more dick than a whore house," letting his eyes close a moment as he reached up and rubbed at the side of his head. That is when he finally noticed the letter on his desk.

Moving from how he was to lift away from the back of his chair. so to get a better look at it, it was pretty clear who it was from before he even went and bothered to read it. After all who else would be sending him a letter written in gold ink. "Hell Stolas got to flaunt your fucking privilege all the damn time uh?" he shrugs his shoulders as he picks up the letter in his clawed hands. Feet kicking up onto the wooden surface of his desk, once again as he lead back into his desk chair, letting his headrest on the back of a hand as he started trailing his eyes over cursive handwriting of the prince's. "Might as well see what this about" He says to justify to himself at the moment, he found himself really curious because normally Stolas just called or text what they were planing for their full moon dat- hook-ups. So this must be something else?

Moving from how he was to lift away from the back of his chair. so to get a better look at it, it was pretty clear who it was from before he even went and bothered to read it. After all who else would be sending him a letter written in gold ink.

"Hell Stolas can't you just write a letter like a normal person or just fucking text? what's with this fancy-ass ink anyway mmm is it actual gold?" he questions for a moment before he shrugs his shoulders dismissing his own remark as he picks up the letter in his clawed hands. Feet kicking up onto the wooden surface of his desk, once again as he lead back into his desk chair, letting his headrest on the back of a hand as he started trailing his eyes over cursive handwriting of the prince's.

"Might as well see what this about" He says to justify to himself at the moment, he found himself really curious because normally Stolas just called or text what they were planning for their full moon dat- hook-ups. So this must be something else?

To my beloved Blitzy,

Despite the noises I make when we involve ourselves in passionate fornication, I have never been the best at expressing myself, and the thoughts that run through my mind. I supposed a letter may be easier, allow the words to flow like my ink. In truth, Blitzy, yes, at first much of our relationship was one-sided, and no more than about the sex we indulged in. Yet, only after I met, did I notice how much brighter the sun shone. How many more stars there were up above. How lighter my heart felt. I have wondered the many rings of Hell for years, yet, no one but you has made me feel this way. Has made me feel so happy, so...alive. There is no one here, or up above, that compares to you. There is no one that has ever existed that has made the World seem right.

I suppose, what I’m trying to tell you, what I’ve been wanting to tell you for so long, is that I love you. I love you Blitzy. I wish, maybe one day, I can tell you this to your handsome face, as opposed to the written word.

Forever yours, Stolas. BliztØ, found himself kind of just reading over the letter multiple times after the first read-through. Sometimes only looking at creation sections as his claws tapped around at the top of his desk. No thoughts were running through his mind right now as he was kind of unsure of these words. He wasn't all to see he was actually reading what he had been. The letters that were written with so much effort from the use of gold inking, down to the fancy-ass handwriting of someone like Stolas would learn to use. Put out as if the owl demon was standing her speaking in person. The imp could nearly hear their voice in his ears when reading the letter to himself. "Fucking asshole," BliztØ said to himself as he gently placed the letter down on his desk, making sure it didn't bend in the slightest. The tail whipped around behind has to be busied himself with the task of taking out his phone. What for? easy dialing the fucker up the first chance he had. Waiting for the call to connect on the other end, slightly growing impatient as the second's tick by when he heard an answer. "Where do you get off sending me a fucking sickening tooth-rotting letter!" Saying things like this to me. Fucker. he yelled out dropping his legs off the desk as he got off his chair. Over here sending out a letter jeez you can text or fucking call you know? Don't have to be all over the top with you stupid fancy gold ink and all that." crossing his arm over himself as he took hold of his elbow and rubbed at it a bit.

Say those things to me in person dumbass.

"Hey, Stolas?" Letting his voice drop slightly, "Can you like open a portal so I can get to you faster?" he wasn't sure still maybe he was wrong somehow maybe Stolas was just playing around...didn't make the imp want to see them any less, however, the sooner the better.

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Blitz was smiling happily as he was busy shuffling up up the stairs to Stolas' room. loud plastic swishing could be easily heard so it is a surprise if Stolas wasn't aware by now crackling to himself over the stupid inflatable horse costume he was wearing right now. Head hole placed into the neck so the head of the horse was constantly getting into his view, least he knew his way to Stolas room so easily by this point sneaking in or not even. Thank fuck his costume had armholes as well as he turned the handle and peeked in slightly smirking widely as he peered into the room he caught sight of the tall owl walking around inside, seemed they manage not to hear the imp still. Blitz pulled the door shut once again ready to show off his outfit. When Stolas asked if he had a 'horse outfit' Blitz was more than ready to pull this bad bitch outta the closet. Why Stolas asked he didn't bother too much seeing how well they do this all the time anyway. Eh just a request in the long run he figures as he suddenly threw himself into Stolas bedroom door hitting the wall behind to announce himself.

"Giddy up fucker!"

Watching Stolas turn his head, and only his head around to look towards the imp, red eyes blow wide from his sudden appearance. Blitz just stood proud in his outfit turning to the side even so they could see the full horse.

"Told you had quite the look." He bragged a bit pausing when hearing Stolas start to laugh, turning the rest of thier body around to face towards the imp. He knew they were an owl and a demon sure didn't change that was slightly creepy at times still. But he was more confused on why they were laughing so much, watching thier shoulders shake and feathers puffing as they were snickering trying to contain it before coming up to the imp. Stolas went on to explain that wasn't what he meant in his text, leaving Blitz to huff a bit as he tried to fish out his phone but it was trapped inside the costume. Luckily Stolas was pulling up the text for him on his own phone showing Blitz he said a horse riding outfit. "Oh I think I didn't see a word there...well what do you expect texting so fucking late like that," Blitz said to defend his misunderstanding. Stolas chuckle after as they apopglized did detour the angry somewhat. Besides if his little stunt made Stolas smile and laugh like this? it was worth taking the hit slightly blushing to himself as he took in the way they were nearly on the verge of tears. He liked when they smiled, like this at least it was..a nice smile.

"So what did you mean then?"

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Stood in front of the full-length mirror inside of Stolas closet needed to stand up a stool so to give the imp some of a boost as Stolas was helping him get the tailcoat he thinks it was called? well, it was a weird jacket short in the front but hung back behind not too different than the work jacket he often wore anyway. It was a deep red nearly black pants under it was black and match the riding boots. Stolas stood behind him to help get the buttons together. Soon placing thier hands to his shoulders as they looked him over in the mirror, Blitz moving to look back as well more looking at the owl prince nearly dropped over his shoulders as they went to say the outfit looked very nice on the imp. It was a bit over the top and stuff but Blitz did have to agree. Smirking to himself when shifting his attention back at his own reflection "Bitch I make everything look good no matter what it is." Boasted over himself as he smoother the outfit over with his hands, hands landing to his hips puffing his chest out even to add on to his boost of confidence though it helped to have a prince of hell all over him in turn.

Stolas seemed to take a liking to that shift in his tone as they stepped away letting talons drag across Blitz's shoulders as they lingered in thier touch on him. Leaving the imp to turn and follow them with his eyes as they stepped away. To stand in front of him holding the red skull ornament from his usual choke in thier talons now. Blitz had froze when seeing them holding

it. He wasn't upset about it just unexpected and surprise to see. They were careful though as they asked him to stay still a moment. And attached it to the tie? over his neck, carefully adjusting it to make sure it was straight and secure in place. Blitz grew silent as his eyes downcast to it best he could from where he was. Watching Stolas be so gentle with the trinket. Soon they moved thier hands away to smooth them over Blitz shoulders seeming to work out any wrinkles that had appeared. Before they looked him over once again holding nothing but a soft stare in thier eyes. Soon a slight 'oh' escaped thier beak getting the imp to snap out of it as he eyed the owl they went on to explain that had one more thing to tie this all together. Blitz just nodded silently as they stood up and left now. Leaving Blitz to stand alone like this.

Wishing Stolas was still holding on to him as they had been before. even if they said they had something to go with the outfit to add the last touch. Just was better when the owl was with him, right next to him. He just looked back to his reflection and looked over himself once again. It was a very nice outfit, too nice for an imp...too nice for him. He could tell that damn owl put a lot into this the colors for one. Black and red. Even made sure his chocker ornament could be worn over the tie in front. It may not seem it at first but it was very clear that they spent time thinking this out even if they didn’t know why he wore this all the time he made sure it had a place..

 "idiot" he mutter under his breath when he heard Stolas voice once again asking what he said "uh nothing talkn' to myself what's that?" he asked pointing to the object in Stolas hand. They happily said it was a riding crop walking over nearly pushing it into his hands as Blitz just looked at it. Hell, this owl really put in all the stops he thought as he looked up to Stolas happily smiling down to him. Asking what they thought of the look? he was hoping it would be good for them to ride in.

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The room was cold and quiet. Well nearly quite sound if Stella beside him was hard to ignore as he stared up to the canopy of the bed right now Stella was bunched up in the sheets beside him but Stolas left it be. Slow to sit up from the mattress as he slipped out from the bed and reach for his house robe. Making it nice tight around his frame before he moved off the bed.

Stopping by his nightstand to take out his lighter and a cigarette, eyes Stella a moment before he closed the drawer as softly as possible before stepping outside. He was cold anyway so nothing different as he went outside to get some relief with the nicotine.

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Stolas found himself slowly coming back to reality he wasn't sure why he thought about that just now. Sat in the observatory of his home. Blitzø was his favorite company to have with him as he was displaying stars for the imp. Mostly any that resembled a horse, he also was making up some just for his imp. Not that he thought they wouldn’t know any better it was more, he wanted to literally give the imp anything they wanted including a universe full of horse constellations.

Stolas sneaked a glance at the imp as they seemed to be smiling right now at the display of stars floating around the room. And to the portal Stolas ripped open so they could see the sky above them. Even if the current area was colder than any ring of hell could be. a slight shiver had Stolas bite down his teeth to keep it hidden he was cold at the moment. Blitzø seemed to be enjoying the sight and he didn't want to interrupt the moment. Slightly tugging onto his house robe to attempt to get some warmth built up. Feathers bristled a bit as he could feel the cold setting over him.

Is that why he was thinking about that before? He had to wonder. What he did was wrong there is no way around the truth he knows that. Faced with the consequences of the choice every day now. How he imposed his feelings on to the one he made his choice for. That also wasn't right of him. A bit too influenced by TV and did not note that beforehand. Arms crossed over his chest as he gripped onto them slightly rubbing his arms to warm them up. Too lost in thought though to think of the opening to a newer sky for Blitzø.

Then suddenly the owl felt something brush over his shoulders, followed by warmth. He blinked his eyes a few times coming back as he turned back to catch BlitzØ. They went on to mutter that Stolas was chattering so loud it was distracting him. Stolas slightly tilted his head before looking at the blanket draped around him. He hadn't even noticed the imp leave.

He felt the blanket lift a moment as BlitzØ sat beside him, moving in close to Stolas' side. His heart fluttered in his chest as they said they were getting cold too anyway. Smiling softly to himself as he moved in closer and rest his head against BlitzØ horns. Softly hooting as he got comfortable. All his before thoughts were true, yes and it was true the consequences were apparent. His standing as a prince mocked for who he was pursuing. His name was damaged by the scandal

|Fluff interaction "Oh, this one here is a lovely Beatrix" Stolas excited as he made use of the wider stride he had moving ahead of Blitzo as he run-up to one of his many plants in his home. "She's been cared for nearly the longest, not quite the oldest still no that would be Frank, he is far older But Frank was gifted so that's why I mention the difference." Stolas couldn't recall what got the topic on the plants of his home and BlitzØ likely wasn't looking to meet every single plant and yet here they were, introducing the imp properly to each one. The imp should just be happy he didn't take them out to the greenhouse or the garden even. He'd have to stay the night to get through them all. Though that didn't seem like such a bad idea? 

Thought for later maybe. Stolas decided as he took BlitzØ hand into his own to pull them away once more as they made way into the kitchen now. "This one is my baby though, I've cared for it since I was nothing more than, an adorable mind you," he interrupted to add in on his own wording  "owlet myself." he continued to explain as he present the lone plant to the imp. "And this is nightraven," gently petting the plant as its eyes all blinked one at a time at the prince's touch. "Hello, my little one I just wanted you to meet Blitzy," leaning in to whisper to the plant just low enough to keep from the imp's ears as a slight giggle escapes him before he pulls away. "This was my second plant in truth the first did not live long....I was unaware of some things it needed. But I have had this one here for nearly my whole life so they are my second favorite plant."

Smirking slightly as he turned back towards BlitzØ now that he was done dotting on his beloved plant. "Can you guess who is my favorite of all my plants though Blitzy?" he was playing a bit coy now "It's also my favorite star and my favorite gem." He added on to his hints waiting for BlitzØ to try and give out a guess on what he was talking about right now. Eyes soften as they gazed down on Blitz when they seemed to think about the question a bit, eyes looking to their tail a moment. Trying to be a bit more observant on it now. They seemed in a pleasant mood he noted before he want to speak up now. "Bzzt bzzt." he chuckled a bit after he mimick a buzzing noise. Slightly bending down so he could be eye level with the imp now.  

"My favorite plant is a zebra plant I'm very fond of~" he teased a bit referring to the imp now as he gave a slight tap to their forehead. Not wanting them to mistake his meaning just now. as he went and dragged his talon down the side of one of their horns. "It has the most appealing stripes on its leaves," to soon gently cup the imps face into his hands.

"Then there are its deeply vibrate yellow blossoms" a slight soft sigh escapes him as he finds himself lost in the imps wide yellow eyes "a beautiful sight." Slightly blushing now, against his pale white face as he lets his nervous sideshow. Lowly and awkwardly chuckling unsure suddenly as he let go of the imp’s face and stood back up. 

Trying to recall what he was even saying before, luck on his side though as he went and pulled away. Blitz reached out, tail wrapping around his wrist as it pulled their arm back towards the imp, least till BlitzØ held on Stolas’ hand in their own. Stolas slightly titled his head to the side wondering what the imp was doing, as they lowered, their head and placed a kiss to the back of their hand. Blush to the owls face only grew darker now. “Oh Blt-” The imp soon showed a more glint in their eye as they tug on their arm to bring Stolas back down to their own level. Leavening the two face to face, Stolas face was heating up from the simple monition. How easily how the imp could do so got to him as feathers ruffled up. Loving the look that was seeded into the yellow blossoms of the imp. “Blitzy” Stolas softly breath out before he was pulled into a deep kiss with the imp. All four of his eyes widen from surpise and he soon melted into it. 

| Fluff interaction In truth when Stolas asked if BlitzØ wanted to try their jelly cupcake he sort of assumed it was an innuendo, and this was another invite for fulfilling their perverted bird needs in question. And not an actual invite to have a cupcake made by the owl themself. When they had clarified after the confusion he did agree however and was left to stand out in one of the many halls of their home. Claiming they wanted to get things all setup, have tea, and whatever else they mentioned. Most of their words were a buzz to BlitzØ at a point when he saw what today was going to be. Left waiting as he led back against the wall.

"Why are you putting in so much fucking effort?" he asked allowed to himself. As he reached into his pocket and pulled out a neatly folded piece of paper. Gently undoing it so he could look at it since he was alone right now.

Golden ink, words written in cursive with so much care and thought. BlitzØ kept the letter Stolas sent to him, and it had been messing with him ever since he found it. It left the owl in his mind more than they were before. Because, well he wasn't sure if these words were real. Okay yeah, sure he was holding the letter in his hands right now, looking over every swoop and curve from the owl's handwriting but. Well, Stolas could be so hard to read at times when it came to their monthly hookups it was easy to read what was going on there. Stolas wanted to be ravished and fucked till they had lost senses easy straight forward even. And that was how the imp read everything to be ever since. A nice side piece for the owl to indulge in here and there. Annoying at times sure but then..things changed between them. Stolas started acting like he cared? Reading over the letter in his hands though he didn't need to anymore. He had this thing memorized at this point for how often he had trailed his eyes over these words by now.

Especially one part of this letter.

I suppose, what I’m trying to tell you, what I’ve been wanting to tell you for so long, is that I love you. I love you Blitzy. I wish, maybe one day, I can tell you this to your handsome face, as opposed to the written word.

Forever yours,

Stolas.

Love.

He just couldn't let himself trust that- it seemed too impossible to ever be remotely true. Blitz had been down this road he knew the path was rocky and painful to tread. Yet thinking about the owl how they looked at him, spoke to him just generally were with him at times. Like now when he heard the owl call out to him just now quick to fold the letter up neatly as it was before. Slightly cursing to himself we a corned had gotten bent that hadn't before as he stashed it away into his coat pocket. Crossing his arms over his chest as he looked up to Stolas.

"What?" he was quick to snap with how they were eyeing him just now, but soon were back into their usual rhythm as they clasped their hands together saying they had everything all set up now. "Uh yeah okay fine let's go then." Blitz went on to add as Stolas lowered an arm and took hold of his hand, not even fighting as they tug him along.

Following as he found himself staring, taking in how they held his hand in their own. A firm hold but it was a gentle caring grasp over his own letting his eyes trail up to look at the prince. From behind. BlitzØ could never and would never be able to walk side by side with them. He couldn't trust those words. He was just an imp and Stolas was a prince, that was out there enough..he was also himself. Stolas would soon tire of him too one day just like everyone else. Yet he still dared to let his own fringers curl and hold thier hand back. They fit so well together... maybe he could delude himself for just a little while longer.