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

~Me and My Husband~

A/N Based on the song 'Me and my husband' By my baby girl Mitski.

He knew it to be magic. His mother used to take him to this little tree on the hill by the castle. A tree that would come to mean so much to him. One of the few memories he has with her was him sitting on her lap as she read him fairytales. Various stories about mages, dashing princes, knights, and chosen ones.

 Stories about friendship, perseverance, adventure...Love.Stolas, of course, was the kind of child that picked apart the improbable happenings of these stories and characters, but his mother knew how greatly he enjoyed them anyway. Adored the characters forming bonds with one another and going on grand adventures and falling in love. The stories always ended perfectly— every loose end tied, every story promising a happy ending. One such story was about a princess who needed to be awoken by true love's kiss. "But mother, how can a simple kiss undo an otherwise unbreakable spell? Does the person need to know they're in love or does the spell know? How would the spell even know what true love is? Does it depend on the caster? If so—"

"My, my, my little Starfire—You are much too smart for these stories." Stolas straightened up in pride, his feathers rustling a bit from the movement.His mother laughed but explained. "Love is often seen as a very powerful thing. True love is seen as precious and pure. Which is why many connect it with magic." Stolas hummed deeply contemplating this as much as a nine-year-old could. His mother laughed again and ruffled his head feathers, but it did nothing to disturb his inner musings. True love's kiss, hmm.His mother read him the rest of the story. His curiosity and wonder only deepened as he learned of the prince's determination to awaken his princess. Going through trials, tribulations, and facing death itself to revive her. Imagining himself in his shoes, or in the princess's. "Do you think one day I could have a true love that'll kiss me?" His mother looked at him with sadness he didn't recognize at the time. A sympathy for the pain she wouldn't be able to spare him from."Perhaps someday..."She paused. Trailing off before bending down and kissing the top of his head."There. That magic will protect you from all harm, now and forever." He openly giggled.

 "I don't think that counts, mother!"His mother hummed and took her very young child's inquiry seriously whereas others would have waved it off. "It should. For my love for you is true, is it not?" Stolas closed his eyes and rested his head on his mother's torso, wrapping his very small arms around her in a hug. "I love you too, mother." She held him tightly as she always did.He knew it to be longing.He read more stories in his youth that placed significance in a kiss. Especially firsts. Would watch different soaps where everything led to the very first time the two heroes shared intimacy. It'd be somewhere significant, dramatic —an important moment in the story. All the tension, the build-up, would lead to the moment they got together and kissed.He'd listened to songs or read poetry that would try to convey its intensity. Comparing it to earth-shattering events, or like bursts of unseen color. Mjusic in of itself. Stolas's would give it all his undivided attention. Wistfully wishing to know a love like that-- to know firsthand what a love like that would feel like. A kiss that held so much weight that would bring wonder and hope into his life. But knew even without the stars, he could never experience it in this life. Oh, but he could dream. He knew it to be binding.He sat alone in an unbearably bright room awaiting to be given away at his wedding. The venue was impressive. A large structure with large fountains, brilliant sculptures, and expensive flowers in the colors of love, celebration, and new beginnings. A band was playing the same few slow-tempo songs outside that was muffled by the walls of this room. He wore a brightly colored cape. An outfit fit for a royal—with all the jewels and the elegance expected of a wealthy prince. His head feathers were tied back and sleek to make the crown upon his head more pronounced. It suffocated him. Eventually, a guard would come out, holding his father's mirror to escort him down the aisle. Where he was greeted with the watchful eyes of his judgemental peers. Where he met his wife at the end of the line, who gave him the most unimpressed glare. Where the celebrant said his speech and had them repeat their vows. Each word was heavy—buried him with their weight until he could neither hear nor feel the daming words he was saying. Where the celebrant had them kiss. His very first one. And it felt as cold and lifeless as he never imagined. He almost wished that the kiss itself could curse him into a deep sleep like in his stories of old. He knew it to be everything.He remembered how nervous he was to ask. Rather silly of him he thought, Blitzø has taken him to bed several times now, but the idea of asking for something simple had him feeling lead in his stomach. He remembered the stories his mother used to tell him. How powerful and precious it was supposed to be. How many pieces of media have kisses be symbolic, a turning point in the hero's relationships. He knew logically it wouldn't. That it could not break any spell, nor would it take his life out of the darkness.It would not save him. But oh, to pretend for a few moments that it could. "Kiss me?" Stolas finally said under the cover of night—right before Blitzø took his leave that full moon.He sat in bed gazing into Blitzø's back. His silhouette blocked the light of the moon for how closely he lay next to him. He could see those spines bristling. His tail wagged in surprise? Agitation? Some unnamed emotion?Stolas flinched."Haha—well—never mind that Blitzy! That was a terrible suggestion I just pulled. Not that I was trying to suggest—it was more of a joke—not to say your affection is a joke of course!"Blitzø turned his head slightly over his shoulder. Towards him but not quite looking at him either."...I-if you wish, you may still take your leave. I am terribly sorry for making this weird. I just thought—perhaps a kiss would be nice?.. Rather silly of me isn't it? I am so terribly sorry."Blitzø fully turned around in the bed to face him. And oh, how he wanted one of his plants to eat him right there."Just pretend I said nothing. I-Of course, I want to kiss you."-Blitzø's eyes widened- "But not if you do not want to!" "Stolas I'm gonna kiss you so you can shut the fuck up okay?"Blitzø leaned in fast. His bright yellow eyes watched him for a moment before closing tightly. "You don't have to—"Their first kiss was...sloppy. Their mouths couldn't quite form together properly. Every moment was an awkward jab. Stolas introduced tongue far too early with no skill or grace. Giving way too much effort. Licking in awkward places around Blitzø's mouth. Their teeth clashed together. And Stolas forgot to close his eyes. It wasn't romantic, smooth, soft, tender, or even good. It could probably be documented as the worst kiss in history.It made his world explode and sent a pink haze of adoration and passion through him. He wished, softly prayed to whoever would listen that this horribly awkward moment would never end. That he could stay pressed against Blitzø just like this.When they parted, both were breathing heavily. Their hearts equally pounded hard enough to hear them. A flush spread across Stolas's face leaving him dazed. "Wow," Blitzø spoke first.Wow, indeed."That was probably the worst kiss anyone has ever had."The words themselves would normally have sent him spiraling. Brought apologies and tight tense laughter from him, trying to salvage the mood. Trying to brush it off as though he were not hurt.But Blitzø's voice was filled with humor and tenderness. A smile on that handsome mouth—a soft glint to his eyes. Looking at him with something he couldn't describe yet.He hoped their glowing eyes nor the light of the moon shining in through the window didn't give enough light to illuminate Stolas's goofy expression."Believe it or not my first kiss was so much worse."Blitzø snorted. "I don't believe that.""It was with my arranged wife who hated me. And on my wedding day in front of all my peers.""...Okay, I fucking take it back."Stolas laughed, genuine and airy. Breathing air through his still-tingling beak. "I quite liked this kiss actually."Blitzø rolled his eyes, but it was full of a rare fondness that made him soar."We can fucking do better."Again no warning as Blitzø leaned in and kissed him. Tilting his head a bit to slot their mouths better this time. Stolas remembered to close his eyes this time to try to savor this one more. He copied many of Blitzø's movements, making the press much smoother this time. Stolas quickly became breathless as they moved closer to some sort of rhythm together. Blitzø gave instructions in between breaks. "Breathe."With each parting of lips and beak, Stolas took a brief and sharp puff of air. "Not like that."Stolas took deeper breaths. "Relax."Stolas unclenched his jaw and muscles. "Okay, now your tongue..."He opened his mouth and let out a breathy little sound as they met. They broke apart a moment later, and Stolas was practically spinning. Blitzø opened his eyes and their eyes locked. Yellow to his red. The sun to his stars.After a few minutes of silence and breathing, Blitzø leaned in again. "Here, let me..."Blitzø trailed off as he pressed another kiss to his beak. He cupped Stolas's face and led the kiss fully this time. It was still a bit clumsy. The two's faces weren't entirely suited to fit, but this kiss was miles more graceful than the first and second. They parted again, and Stolas was the one to lean in first. Then they met each other. Then once more. Then twice more, then another. Until they got used to the differences in their bodies until each kiss grew longer than the last. Until they became sensual. Until Blitzø pushed him to lay back down again on the bed. Until Stolas's heart blossomed. He knew it to be nothing.A means to an end. A part of their deal. Something he got caught up in, but no longer. It did not matter how passionate each kiss was. It did not matter how much of himself, his feelings, and his love he poured into every single one. It did not matter. They were tainted by his own stupidity—his naivety. Allowing himself to be carried away. Allowing himself to pretend and pretend until he believed. He should have known by now, no? Everything else in his life should have shown him by now. They were just a press of lips that held as much power as one would foolishly give them. And he has, for too long, given them too much power. He knew it to be forgiveness and trust.After everything that's happened. Between his divorce, between overcoming Stella and Andrealphus, between talking to Octavia, between handing Blitzø his freedom in the form of a necklace. Between recovering, healing, and self-discovery. Between apologies.It took time and tears. The wonder and hope in him had died. But that too could begin to heal. In a rather explosive wayWhen Blitzø had randomly and suddenly crashed into one of his meetings with the Goetia, who were ready to disown him--yelling wildly and cursing him, he could only sigh. "Hey. Hey! Hey Stolas, fuck you!" One of the dukes who was handing him some papers, scoffed. 

"Stolas. That thing is talking to you."

"That 'thing' is unfortunately the man I love, so please refer to him with respect. That of which none of you deserve." When he followed Blitzø out, and everything started pouring out, all he felt was anger. "What are you doing here??"

"I was thinking, and I realized you breaking off our deal? Telling me to get lost? Yeah...It's total ass!"       "I did not tell you to get lost!"

"Yes, you did! And that was fucking stupid! So I had to tell you in fucking person since you wouldn't answer your stupid phone." Anger. Anger. Anger. 

"So you crashed my meeting???"

"Yeah, that's fucking right! If you were so pissed that I couldn't save you, you could have just told me instead of making shit up about not wanting to hurt me!"

"What?! I...I told you I didn't blame you for that!"

"Horseshit!" 

"...Are you drunk??"     "No, I'm pissed!"     "It's almost been a year!"      "And I can't stop thinking about you, so fuck you for that!"
"..."

"..."

"Please don't you dare do this now."More yelling, more anger. Anger made him feel alive for the first time in a while. Anger that reminded him that he could feel."... I'm sorry I'm interrupting your fancy-ass party that a lowlife like me crashed."

"You are not a lowlife!" 

"Must be like two-hundred people in there. What? Celebrating your new bachelor's life? You're quite a fucking catch, so it wouldn't be too hard-"

"I'm getting disowned!"

"...Shit. Really?" 

"...They wanted it to be a spectacle."

"...Fuck, Stols."Anger that died too quickly. That he desperately wanted to hang on to. But the tears finally came. And Blitzø had held him and wept alongside him. When apologies came, so too did a smile.So too did time. So did a renewed beginning, friendship, and eventually love. So too did a kiss. A kiss that wouldn't burn away his troubles. Nor would it bring him out of the darkness. A kiss that couldn't erase his past, their past. A kiss that held no promises or guarantee of a happy ending. But a kiss meant he would try. That he chose him.And perhaps, he was ready to finally choose himself. He knew it to mean forever.The familiar pink tree's petals fell around them. The adoring eyes of their little family surrounded them. Their daughters at their side with Blitzø's two employees as witnesses. T

heir daughters in matching suits holding their rings— big smiles on their faces. Moxxie and Mildred crying and taking pictures. The moon high above their heads.Blitzø standing with him. Grinning from nonexistent ear to ear. Handsome and wonderful as ever. Their hands in hands. It wasn't official of course. No celebrant nor officiate would allow their marriage to come to pass. But it was enough. More than. A declaration of their love and how they wanted it. To the people most important to them. They said their vows. It was untraditional, funny, kind of crude, and almost didn't make any sense. Them. Milldred started chanting, "Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!"Stolas brought their lips together to four deafening cheers. Thunder cracked then. Once, twice, one more again...Rain suddenly poured down on them. Their daughters roared, stomping about in the rain. More than likely getting mud on their suits. Moxxie could be heard fretting over the camera. And Mildred laughed—happy and open.The pair continued. 

Lost in one another. When they finally broke apart, the four were still cheering. Stolas leaned in and said something so low only his husband could hear. "Wow."Blitzø snorted."Wow?""That was the best kiss I've ever had."Recognition appeared on Blitzø's features. A sparkle in his eyes as he laughed. "Ya sure? I think we've had better.""I disagree.""Why's that.""Because it was my first kiss with my husband."Blitzø would swear to him up and down later that hearing that did not in fact, make him cry. That surely it was just the rain soaking their faces. "Hmm."Blitzø pretended to contemplate it. His arms wrapped around Stolas's neck as he carried him. "Huh. I guess you're right then."Stolas leaned in close once more. Pressing their faces together. "But I think we could do better."Stolas couldn't help but lean in to kiss him. Again and again and again and...