[Open] ☆ 3rd Page ☆ January Catch-All

[noctuagoetia]

Who: Stolas and You!
Which: Open Log
Where: Various locations depending on prompt.
What: Stolas is going to be venturing around town. A general January catch-all for Daddy Hoothoot.
Warnings: Nothing really to put here. Other than Stolas is a demon from Hell, but only warning is possible sea of Dad Jokes.


1-A ☆ World Tree
There was something to be said about how there was never a dull moment in Reverein, even when things seem at their calmest. Each passing month something new would sprout up around town. And I mean sprout. There was talk about this new odd tree that had shown up in the neighboring forest around town. The curious owl had to go see for himself. Sounded like something of note to be added into his grimoire.

Packing his bag, filling it with his already collected research materials, he sets off into the woods. After a bit of wondering, the Goetic Prince found the clearing where the new growth had made its home. It was... certainly an unusual tree bearing a human like face. Stranger yet, when he drew close, magic tingled under his skin. It was... soothing.

Plopping a squat nearby, Stolas began to doodle what he saw in his book.


1-B ☆ Practice Makes Perfect
Around the parameter of the wildlands, there were pockets of warm spring-like weather. Plants and trees blooming out of season, prematurely waking up. Unnatural, even for a place like Reverein. Perhaps later he would wonder off to figure out the cause... Though for now, despite the oddity, Stolas took full advantage of the unseasonal temperatures to do a little arcane training outside.

In the middle of a ring of trees, the giant owl stood. It was hard to miss the display as the goetic demon waved his hands, lighting up the clearing with magic. Flashes of spectral illusions and twinkling lights danced around the demon prince as he was in his own little world. Every so often, the magic would vanish with a flick of the wrist and the prince would march over to a large stone. Placed on top was his grimoire and he would jot down a few notes before resuming his practice.


2-A ☆ Wild Card
Anything else you want to do with Stolas? Feel free to reach out to me at goddessofsugar or AkaUsa#4076

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Wildcard!

[helluvaboss]

ALRIGHT - now begins operation Do NOT Fuck This Up.

Breaking into a house was way easier than breaking into a palace. Stolas' new place didn't have any stupid guards or servants to nark on him, so Blitzø had free rein in the place in the middle of the night when he got in and started raiding the fridge.

Well, it wasn't the middle of the night, actually... it was actually just a little bit before dawn. And while he'd brought his own tools for his little mission, he was counting on the rest in the fridge making up the difference. Thankfully, Stolas was keeping shit actually stocked, so he shoved aside the platter of rats and took out some milk. These two owls (and Loonie if she wanted of course!!!!) were gonna have a four-course homemade motherfucking BREAKFAST and Blitzø was gonna spoil them rotten. Piles of pancakes, sizzly bacon, fresh rolls he yoinked from a bakery, some deep fried field mice he snagged himself... how he doesn't manage to wake anyone before he's done is anyone's fuckin guess.

But either way. Once the sun's starting to turn the sky just the faintest bit pink, Stolas might end up hearing a distinctly different sound. Purring. Loud, loud purring, and some soft breathing, right near his ear - from none other than Blitzø himself. A far cry from his usual standoffish behavior, now those yellow eyes were staring wide at his new boyfriend waiting for him to wake up.

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Stolas slept like a fucking rock. A bull elephant could have broken in last night and he would still be sleeping like the dead. It wasn't until pale rosy hues started to peek through the curtains did the great owl stir. Still deep in slumber, the first thing that came to his attention was the smell of a warm breakfast. It coincided with the pleasant dream he was having. His beloved imp and him enjoying domestic bliss cooking in the kitchen together while their babies slept~

Rolling over, the prince's eyes cracked open ever so slightly to meet the intense stare of the waiting hellborn. Blitzø? Cobwebs of sleep clung to the corners of his eyes thinking the imp was apart of his fantasy, he reached up to wrap his arms around his neck to pull him close.

"Mmm.... Morning darling..." Stolas cooed as he nuzzled his face into the crook of Blitzø's neck.

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"You're awake!" Blitzø purred, a bit louder than appropriate. He nuzzled back, but also gave his neck a little playful bite. Not a hard one! Just a nibble. Nom.

"Hey. Hey. Hey, Stolas, I made breakfast. Get up, I'm gonna fuckin feed ya!"

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This was such a nice dream. Blitzø was so warm and ahh~ The small nip at the prince's neck got a tiny shivering hoot from the owl and his eyes fluttered open. Sitting up on his elbows, Stolas' head feathers were all askew unlike his usual preened self. A few confused blinking passed as the goetia tried to process what was happening. Stolas didn't seem too concern about the imp busting in at Satan knows what time... But Blitzø was in is bed on his own terms... Was this really happening?! And he cooked him food? Did his wish come true? Stolas' eyes started to glitter, waking up.

Sitting up more Blitzø could tell that by the way the blanket fell around the owl's waist that his new boyfriend was in nothing but his hatching day suit as he draped his lanky arms over the imp's shoulders.

"You made me breakfast? How romantic~" More head nuzzles. "If I would have known that I'd wake up to you every morning in my bed I would have ask you to date me along time ago~"

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"Well shit, you haven't even gotten up to eat it yet, imagine your mind getting blown by actually eating it!" Blitzø didn't mind the touch. Actually, his demeanor regarding affection had shifted a lot - he bonked his head lightly and painlessly against Stolas'. "I gotta take care of my own, y'know?" he added.

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Fuuuuuck. Stolas was going to get spoiled by how sweet Blitzø was being. Everything he had ever dared to wish for was manifesting before him. If this was really a dream, it was one he didn't want to wake up from. He was riding high on Cloud 9. Chuckling lightly, Stolas ghosted his talons over the buttons of the imp's shirt.

"If your proficiency in other fields are any indication on how well you cook, I'm sure you'll have me begging for more." Stolas placed a light kiss on Blitzø’s jawline before he pulled back, turning to slip out of the warmth of his sheets.

Naked as a jaybird, the prince searched his room for where he had stashed his robe. With the house filling with more of the lazy morning light, the imp could see the owl's taste in interior design. His room was filled with glittering crystals and drying herbs lined the walls. There was a small wooden desk to one side of the room where stacks of parchment sat with an inkwell and plume. Above it was a hand drawn map of the night sky that still looked like a work in progress with parts of the paper still blank. After a bit of wandering, Stolas found what he was looking for and pulled his robe loosely over his shoulders.

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Fine by Blitzø! He zipped around the room, getting the lay of things before stopping in front of a mirror. While Stolas searched out his robe, Blitzø straightened his collar and buttons, making himself look spick and span. "I kinda like your room smaller like this. Feels more like yours," he explained, meandering over to the desk. "Oooh, this where you're stashing your diary?" he asked, reaching to snoop immediately without asking.

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"Yes, I quite like it too. Not as roomie as the palace but feel warmer." Stolas adjusted the collar of his robes, head snapping around when he heard Blitzø making his way over to his desk. Oh-oh no! The owl's eyes snapped wide realizing what he had left out in the open for all to see. To be fair, he wasn't expecting anyone to wander in and read his personal journal.

"Blitz! N-no, wait- Don't-" Stolas made a vain attempt to scramble over to his work bench, but he ended up tripping over the hem of his robes to face plant on his bed.

There on the pages before him, Blitzø could see that the journal was open up to a saucy little story involving characters that were suspiciously sounded alike like them. There were even little doodles along the margins depicting the acts the imp was preforming on his spoiled highborn.

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"Oooooh, this is where you're keeping your horny fanfiction, eh?" said imp snickered with an eyebrow waggle, as well as snorting a little at the doodle depicting 'him' with the giant bulge. "This is some good art! You better keep this under lock and key though, don't want your daughter getting snoopy and finding it, huh?" he chided, as if he weren't just as much of an invasive snoop.

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It took him a bit to untangle himself from his trappings and he clambered to his feet to scoop the journal off the counter to cradle it in his arms. By now his beak was flushing a bright shade of pink, completely mortified that Blitzø had stumbled on his smutty dairy. Not that he hasn't said or done worse to the imp...

"Via knows better than to come wandering into my room. Besides, my private journal is usually stored away when I'm not using it. I was feeling.... inspired last night." You know, his head was all a flutter with them becoming official. "... This is how I got through the months without you... Its has become habit at this point to express myself this way."

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"Good for you! My therapist had me keepin' a diary too but got mad at me when I just filled it full of doodles," Blitzø shrugged non judgmentally. What did he care if Stolas was writing smutty fiction? "I could show ya some of my stuff too, but it's all about badass horse adventures instead of love stuff," he added, strolling away from the flustered owl and towards the kitchen. "Hurry up! It's gonna get cold, c'mon!"

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Stolas shot a glance down at his journal in his arms, still feeling a bit embarrassed about its existence being known. The last thing he wanted was Blitzø to think of him as desperate or sad. That journal was the one thing that was kept him from being lonely when he first arrived. Stowing it in a safe hidden place, Stolas followed the imp towards the kitchen.

Again with the arrival of the morning light, it illuminated much of the inside of the owl's treehouse. In a similar fashion to his bedroom, the interior was thoughtfully decorated with shimmering crystals that reflected the dim light that trinkled through thick purple curtains. Along the shelves were bottles of strange colorful liquids and odd bits and bobs he had collected upon his explorative outings in the Wildlands. There was a elegant spiral staircase in the center of the main entry way that lead to a secondary floor and beyond, disappearing into the ceiling above.

Long before arriving at the kitchen nook, the pleasant smells of Blitzø's handy work greeted them as they grew close. When they enter the prince's eyes fluttered seeing the vast assortment of food the imp had worked up.

"Oh my... Blitz... You really made all this?"

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"Yeah!! Plenty for you, me, Via, and Loonie if she wants to get up early!"

Blitzø was thrilled, practically vibrating in excitement, bouncing on his heels waiting to hear the verdict. Good? Did he do good?

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Silence stretched between them as the owl continued to star, starry-eyed. The only thing that would make this even better is if the imp had awaken him with a kiss like some slumbering princess and surprised him with breakfast in bed. Where was this Blitz before? Fuck, just when he thought things couldn't get any better.

"This looks wonderful Darling~" Stolas cooed excitedly as he moved to sit down at the corner. "I had no idea you knew how to cook. You're so full of surprises~"

[helluvaboss]

Hooray! Blitzø looks both relieved and thrilled, bouncing a bit still. Good, good, he's impressing! "Cooking's cheaper, and all that-- plus I was learning a lotta stuff so I could make stuff for Loonie," he boasted proudly. "I wanted to be able to feed my baby!"

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Leaning forward, Stolas rested his elbows on the countertop to bat his eyes at Blitzø. "Does that make me one of your babies as well, Darling~?"

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"Well, that depends," Blitzø smirked, leaning over the table and grabbing a forkful of pancake. "Do you want daddy to feed you, baby bird~?"

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Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. Was this really happening? Normally when he had this dream they were usually both naked, basking in the after glow as they feed each other bon bons. Oh be still his beating heart~

"Please do, Daddy~" Stolas closed his eyes and opened his mouth expectantly.

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[There's a couple seconds of pause - Blitzø has to wrestle down the impulsive urge to do something stupid like jam the pancakes down his throat. Intrusive thoughts successfully wrestled, Blitzø did the much more normal thing and put the bite of pancake on Stolas' tongue, playfully letting the syrup drip.]

Tsk tsk, so messy, you're gonna get all sticky-sweet.

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Much to his delight, the pancake tasted absolutely devilish~ Not that he doubted the imp's cooking prowess. Blitzø was hot, charming and an amazing cook? The prince really hit a homerun on this one. The owl hummed in approval as he closed his beak around the sweet treat, not seeming to mind some of the syrup that dripped down his chin. Stolas' eyes fluttered open to stare at Blitzø with half lipped sultry eyes as he silently munched. Reaching up with a talon, he wiped the sticky-sweetness away with a thumb only to hold out his thumb for the imp to lick it.

"Then its a good thing I have you to help clean me up~"

[helluvaboss]

Leaning closer, Blitzø coiled his tongue around that talon, lapping and licking the syrup off. With a purr, he licked his chops. "Only until your daughter wakes up to join us, you filthy owl," he teased.