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Fuck. Fuck, fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. FUCK. Everything went so much better than Blitz could have hoped for, and he didn't know what to do with that. This conversation had been terrifying, probably for both of them, but was it--was it really just that easy? Could people just decide to be together and be good together? Decide to be loyal to each other? Was that something he just had never fucking understood until now? Blitz gave his loyalty to his loved ones, but had never once expected it back...

But now, it felt like Stolas was giving it in return. And Stolas was happy about it. He wasn't offended that Blitz wanted equality, he wasn't pissed that Blitz wanted to occupy a little bit of space in his room. He wasn't offended that Blitz had the audacity to ask for any of this. He was--he was happy. Stolas was happy. The laughter, light as spring, the kisses so much sweeter than honey, the words, this all felt like a dream. For a moment, Blitz was terrified of waking--but then he felt the prick of one of Stolas's claws against his skin and let that ground him to reality. This wasn't a dream. This was--

Fuck. Fuck.

This was real. And it was good. It was so good.

Abruptly, Blitz was all over him. He climbed onto Stolas, clambered around him, rubbing his face on him, rubbing his horns, shoving his nose into his feathers and snorting happily, huffing, biting, a little red whirlwind of loving chaos for a moment before, ultimately, he had Stolas pinned on the bed.

Looking down at him, holding his arms, panting a little from that burst of energy, Blitz felt something inside himself--unknot? The word felt like it fit, strange as it was. It was like something inside had been tangled up, tight and painful, all his life, but now? Now, looking down at Stolas, without either of them pretending anything, without either of them giving the other reason to be afraid, now that they knew they were something, that they were choosing something? Some knot eased, and the world grew just a little brighter.

Nothing was perfect. Blitz knew that. There would be mistakes along the way. They were both going to fuck up. How could they not? But together? Hand in fucking hand?

He kissed Stolas for all he was worth, unable to use his words just yet, unable to do anything but burst into the tumultuous joy of a heart finally freed to do what it wanted.

Stolas couldn't believe the words coming out of the imps mouth. He had only dreamt to hear this confession and he was full of emotions he could hardly name. With the joy overwhelming him, Stolas reached out and quickly pulled Blitz into his arms, kissing all over his face and anywhere he could reach. He was happy, deliriously so.

"Oh, my darling! You can have as much room as you wish." He giggled, squeezing Blitz tightly in his arms. "In fact, I will make room in my closet for you. I may need to move some things around." He contemplated.

He still had a smile on his face as Blitz asked his second question but he wanted to show Blitz that he took his concerns seriously. Stolas held Blitz a little further apart so he could look him in the eye. "I do not care if anyone sees us darling. I love you and I will tell the entirety of Hell, Heaven and the human world if need be. I want everyone to know I belong to you. Nothing would please me more."

Stolas cupped Blitz's face and kissed him gently, trying to convey how much he meant to the prince. "Whatever may come our way, we will get through it together hmm?"