Fizzarolli's pov

I stormed into the house and plopped down on the couch. Everything was too much. I teared up. I just want to be happy. "fizzy?". The soft, worried voice of Asmodeus brought me out of my head. i turned to look at him, tears streaming down my face "what happened Fizzbubble?" I tried to speak, but I could only choke out a sob. "oh fizzy..." I felt Ozzie sit down next to me and pull me close into a warm hug "its alright fizzy... i got you.." I sobbed harder burying my face into his chest feathers.

After a few minutes, I managed to speak. "blitzo showed up." My voice was hoarse. It sounded like nails on a chalkboard considering my voice was already raspy as fuck. "the one who came to the club with stolas?" I nodded. "what did he do to you, beautiful?" I paused. should I tell him? ah fuck it. fuck blitzo. "he said I was, disfigured... and called me a sellout and a dumb clown. And no one will ever love me" alright, he didn't say that last bit, But it felt like he did.

Ozzie's grip tightened around me. He murmured obscenities. "you are not a sellout. and you're not dumb, and you're the most beautiful thing I've ever laid my eyes on, and I love you." I stopped. i stared. What? No. that's impossible. "you... what?" he gently cupped my cheek "you heard me. And don't you try to deny it or tell me I'm confused. i know my feelings, and I love you."

I teared up. "why?" it was a genuine question. What in all of hell did the KING of LUST see in me? "Your wonderful personality. Your talent. Your beauty. Your voice. Even you're insecurities. Nothing. Would ever. Stop me from loving you. Ever." that was a lie. If he knew what i was. He wouldn't hesitate to throw me into the gutter. "nothing?" he nodded "you could be only a head And, i would still love you" i nodded softly. The doubt is still there. But. It was Nice... "i.. i love you too..." it felt weird saying it out loud. But, the warmth and devotion that dripped from Ozzie's body were comforting. i should enjoy the comfort. while it lasts.