Falling in love~ (Stolitz)-(Smut, fluff, & maybe angst)

~New deal~

A/N Alr, i'll try to post as often as I can. Don't promise anything!

"... Blitzø? What're you doing here?" Stolas asked, walking towards the big, red tree. The same tree they'd hung out as kids, when they first met. The same tree that made Stolas feel free, at some point. Even if he didn't know that he'd eventually be a bird in a cage for the rest of his life. He felt happy with Blitzø.

Times were easier, back then. Of course they were. Stolas was 10— he didn't have to worry about dickheads trying to kill him all the time. He didn't have to worry about getting a divorce. He didn't have to care about what other people thought of him.

Two months had passed since Stolas had been emitted to the hospital, thanks to Striker. In that month, he reflected on himself. He decided that he needs to move on from Blitzø— loving him only hurts, knowing he'd never be loved back. Easier said than done, right?

It was Stolas's first day back from the hospital. After a day of having to deal with Paparazzi, Stolas needed some alone time. Even though he received plenty when he was in the hospital, Stolas wanted to say one last goodbye to the tree... before finally cutting it down.

But those feelings weren't going to change, regardless. They haven't then— and they won't now. Even though Stolas wants to be angry at Blitzø for everything, he couldn't bring himself to be angry. Because everytime he looked at their relationship, he realized that it's not Blitzø's fault he didn't love him back. It's not Blitzø's fault the deal existed— Stolas is the one who brought that whole idea up. Blitzø was never obligated to save him from Striker, to see him at the hospital, to love him.

Even though it hurts like hell. It hurts harder when he can't hate someone for not loving him back. But it hurts ten times worse when Stolas understands that these feelings won't just go away. They can't. And they won't.

So... if Blitzø didn't care, why was he at their  tree? Specifically Stolas's tree— since it was at his home.

Blitzø turned around, his eyes wide. He clearly wasn't expecting Stolas to return from the hospital today , of all days. But regardless, it's a bit of a coincidence that they both met under their tree at this specific time, on the same day.

Unless it isn't a coincidence.

"Uh— Stolas? What— what're you doing here? You— you're back from the hospital?" Blitzø seemed stunned, watching Stolas carefully. Oh Satan, this was so awkward.

Stolas nodded a bit, rubbing his neck out of embarrassment. "Ah— yes. I apologize, I wasn't expecting you here. I hope I didn't interrupt you."

Blitzø raised a brow. You apologize?! It's your tree, jackass! I'm the one who's supposed to be apologizing, here...

"Um, regardless, I... came here to chop down this tree," Stolas whispered, looking away. He shouldn't have told him that, because Blitzø is going to ask why, and he'll have to tell him that he lost hope for them.

"Why the fuck would you chop down this tree? It's a perfectly functioning tree. That's like saying you're gonna chop off a perfectly functioning dick." Fucking.. Stop talking, Blitzø. You're gonna weird him out.

Stolas let out a small laugh. Oh. Guess he found that funny, then. Nevermind. The prince shook his head, walking up to the tree and putting his hand on the bark. "It's complicated. I'd explain, but.. You know. Feelings, haha."

Yeah, apparently I'm not very good at mine. Blitzø shook his head, the monologue in his head pissing him off. "Sorry. That I didn't come." To the hospital and to save you from Striker. Fuck.