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

~Broken Stolas~

A/N Alr, I may start a new chapter story in here... cuz all of a sudden my ideas came back but anyways, this is chapter one, and it will take place after ozzies.

Stolas stood and slowly walked inside to his kitchen. He took a glass from the cupboard and filled it with Apothic Red Blend. Bold notes of black cherry and vanilla filled his mouth as he swallowed past the lump in his throat. "Sold my life, huh..." He lifted the glass and downed half of it. "My life..." The dejected reflection in the wine mocked him, and he quickly finished the glass only to pour another. "My wife... only married me for money and has never... cared about me." He took another drink, refusing to look at himself this time. "Nothing I did... was ever good enough for her..."

Stolas decided he needed something stronger after finishing. Fireball Whiskey was more appropriate for a situation such as this. He couldn't drink the first shot fast enough. " I was never good enough for her..." He shot another. "My little Octavia..." Voice breaking as he continued. "The only one who ever... l-loved me..." A tear ran down his cheek as he shot another. "I ruined that too..." He shot another, and another, beginning to feel lightheaded. Tears welled in his eyes. "And now... Blitzy thinks... I only care about..." Shaky arms braced him on the kitchen counter as he sobbed. "M-my life..." he clenched a fist around the shot glass. "My life is a miserable fucking joke! " He wailed, throwing the glass at the wall and watching it shatter.

Grief cruelly enveloped the prince's body and yanked him to his hands and knees with a gravity he'd never before experienced. Sorrow echoed throughout the mansion, rudely reminding him of its vast emptiness, as he bawled. He drank four shots from the bottle in quick succession. Fistfulls of feathers fluttered around him as he plucked from his chest and tail. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! " He shrieked and braced himself on the floor. With his head hung in despair, he choked out quietly. "But... I l-love him." The room was spinning as he struggled to stand. The broken prince stumbled to the living room, grasping everything in his path to help steady himself, and made his way to the couch leaving a trail of feathers behind him. Some were from ruthlessly plucking himself, and others were from the stress of the moment alone. He looked at the bottle and thought 'I have to dull this pain... even just for a moment.' Tears streamed down his cheeks as he finished the bottle. "I. Fucking. Ruin. Everything! " He threw the bottle with all his might and heard it shatter, too. His vision started fading and he collapsed onto the couch before darkness overcame him.

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A few hours later, Octavia opened the door to the house. "Fucking mom... I am so sick of listening to her bitch." She shut the door, wishing she could slam it, but not willing to risk waking her father. "That little imp this, and that cheating prick that. Fuck! Just shut up!" She mumbled to herself as she walked to her bedroom. On the way, however, she noticed her father's bedroom door was open. Upon further inspection, she realized he wasn't there. 'That's weird.' she thought. 'He's never out this late."

Octavia called out as she searched for her father. "Dad? Dad, where are you? If you're here please answer me!" Finally, she found him sleeping on the couch. Thinking nothing of it, she draped a blanket over him. That's when she noticed the feathers, the broken bottle, and the strong smell of alcohol that assaulted her senses.

"Dad!" She panicked and shook him. "Dad, Wake up! Please!" His body was limp but warm. Her hand in front of his face confirmed he was breathing. She rushed to the kitchen and poured a glass of water, not without noticing the broken shot glass and the bottle of wine left out. "Dad! Come on, wake up! " The young owl screamed as she poured the whole glass on him provoking a light groan from the prince. Octavia lowered herself to him and shook him again. "Dad... Dad, wake up." The soft red glowing eyes relieved her as he blinked them open. A sick-sounding groan escaped him as he grabbed his head, looking to see who was with him. "O...Octa...via?"