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

~Yours~

A/N HIIII!! I'm back, I did catch up on the missing work just have a few more things to do but they'll get done on the weekend dw. ANYWAYS this chapter was pre-written before EP 1 S2 came out, I was digging in my Google Docs for an assignment and found this! It has A LOT of smut, just a lil' warning. Without anything else to say, let's start!

Something's changed about them. He's not quite sure what, though.

Stolas was again invited to a royal gathering held annually by a selected peer. They were extravagant meetings where many of the nobles came to drink, converse, and 'subtly' flaunt their wealth and power to each other. It was a political game where they would try to pry information out of one another to use to their advantage. The hosts themselves would be expected to transform their estate into a walking spectacle and put on a performance for their guests to gawk at and judge.

In other words, painfully dull, dreadful, and gaudy.

He wasn't chosen to be the host that year, thank Satan, so he really didn't have a reason to attend. He could have thrown the invitation in the trash or even incinerated it and been done with it. And yet here he was.

Standing with a drink that clearly wasn't strong enough for this type of evening, listening to the other nobles underhandedly berate him for his recent divorce.

Everyone who came to converse with him had the exact same things to say. "Why, Stolas! I did not actually think you'd show - what with everything going on of course" Or "You went through with that divorce? Good for you! I could never tarnish my name and status like that, but good for you!'" Some of the bolder ones even threw him a "Public affair? Are you mad?!" 

He still doesn't quite remember how Blitzø managed to convince him to not only attend this horrible party but to sneak him in as well. He scarcely recalled the conversation they had when he complained about the invite. Remembered bits of "Their stupid faces",  "I can make so much bank!"  and "Free food."

He had laughed at his darling's silly little reasoning and told him that they could just have 'free food' here. They could very much spend the night doing less boring. . . activities.

But then Blitzø, his charming, addictive Blitzy responded to him in a low voice with a wicked grin on his face: "I know a way to make it fun."

So here they were.

It really was that simple for him to fall for his charms. His promises.

But in actuality, bringing Blitzø to such an event...frightened him. Frightened over what it could mean. About them. About their relationship. Frightened him with the hope it gave him.

They were at a standstill. One that he doesn't know how to break free from. He thought they'd make more sense after the divorce, after he broke their full moon deal, after the fact that they still had sex despite that.

But they never talked about it, not even once. So all that left him with were guesses. Assumptions. His own cruel imagination. Do they not get tired of this? Ever? The onslaught of comments didn't slow, not even slightly. Having heard judgment of his character, the way he acted, and the way he carried himself his whole life, one would think he was used to it by now. But he wasn't, it never got easier to hear, to be, or even to endure. And that's all he could do. Endure.

His only saving grace was watching his darling pose as one of his personal servants ran around causing mayhem. Wherever he went, nobles would suddenly complain about stolen items. Expensive rings or bracelets would disappear, and entire plates of food miraculously emptied. Sometimes entire articles of clothing would go missing. One even lost his pair of pants that he had been sporting! He really needed to ask his clever little minx how he managed that one without getting caught. Watching him as he alluded to and escaped so many of his peers brought a sense of childish glee to him. The mischievousness in him that he thought he squashed so long ago, this wonder in breaking the rules, being completely boundless brought back to life by this wonderful little demon.