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

~Proposal~

A/N Probably one of my longest chapters so far, that's why I took my time. But it turned out worth the wait! (I was also busy with Christmas stuff but wtv) MERRY LATE CHRISTMAS BTW!!!

Blitzø really had nothing to complain about. He knew that, he really did. But still, his feet just wouldn't move from where he'd planted them in the carpet five minutes ago.

He'd even somehow chosen a totally gorgeous day for it. The hellish sun was blazing, the red sky crystal clear, some sort of demonic bird was singing a twisted, screeching tune just outside the window— honestly, it was a perfect time, couldn't ask for better, absolutely not.

Nope, his only problem was his fucking traitorous feet, cemented to the ground like the cowards they were. He glared down at his boots, then glanced left and right to quickly check both ends of the empty hallway. It wouldn't do to have a servant stumble upon him and ask some pointed questions. Gossip traveled quick in ritzy places like these, and the Goetia manor was no exception.

Not to mention the absolute nightmare it would be if Stolas himself found Blitzø crippled by nervousness and staring vacantly at the door to Octavia's study for some reason. Blitzø doubted even his legendary silver tongue could keep his secret a secret then.

Just the thought was enough to give him a full body shudder, head to toe. Ever the opportunist, he seized on his sudden release from stillness, lifting up a foot and finally taking a step closer to the door. His little bitch feet clearly had other ideas though. Before he knew it, he was instead pacing feverishly back and forth, still a nice, safe, healthy distance from the study.

He'd maintained his composure facing down the barrel of a fucking machine gun more times than he could count. What was so damn scary about a teenage girl?

Plenty, his mind grumbled, images of Loona's messy adolescence flickering like war flashbacks through his head.

Not fucking helping, he growled to himself. Turns out his brain and his feet had teamed up to sabotage everything. What a joy.

The faint sound of a door closing several hallways down made him wince, blood rushing from his face. Before he could even listen and check if the person was coming closer or heading away, the sudden terror of getting caught shot adrenaline straight through him, darting for Octavia's door like Lucifer himself was breathing down his neck.

God, who was he kidding? It wasn't his fucking feet's fault. Coward through and through, classic Blitzø.

He slammed the door shut behind him far harder than he intended, but Blitzø didn't spare it much thought. Not with Octavia's wide, startled eyes currently staring him down from where she was lounging on a sofa with a book.

They watched each other for a few stunned moments, each still processing what the fuck had just happened. Then Blitzø clenched his fists tight and bit the goddamn bullet.

"I wanna ask your dad to marry me."

Octavia would've laughed if her mind wasn't currently moving a mile a minute. Instead, she slowly placed her book down beside her, shifting on the couch until she was seated upright. Judging by how tense Blitzø looked, this seemed like a conversation too important for slouching.

"I see," she said. Another pause. "Wait, really?"

Blitzø jolted as if she'd hit him, his face almost comically offended. "What do you mean, really? You know I love your dad and all that sappy shit. Why're you surprised?"

"I'm not surprised exactly. Just... taken aback, I suppose." She gestured for him to come closer, pointing to one of the armchairs facing her couch. "Sit down, I don't want to shout across the room for this. I take it you don't want my dad finding out?"