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

~Cabin In The Woods~

A/N At first I put this on my drafts bc I thought it was bad. Only reason I'm posting it is because I feel like  I should  give you guys one last (or maybe not) story.

\Stolas could hardly suppress his joy, a smile so wide even the great width of the cosmos would fail to compete with, planting a silly grin across his face, one that would have probably landed him chastisement from his father. His heart's palpitations beat like war drums in full pace as he checked Octavia's dress again, this was no time to think about what that old bugger would say, for this was a day for his daughter, not past memories long buried.

He looked up and down her dress again, an a-line with frilled ends, fully black, just the way that she liked it. To be perfectly honest, it was a fairly simple attire given the event, but she had insisted on less extravagance be given to the whole event."Dad, this is like, the fifth time you've patted me down again. I'd be forgiven if I thought this event was for the dress, wouldn't I?" Octavia lightheartedly jabbed at Stolas."I know Via, I know, but this is such an important event for you! I could hardly be remiss to make sure your entrance into the world stage wasn't mired by some wardrobe malfunction." Stolas patted her down again as he said that, leaving her to give an exasperated, but still more than happy sigh.

Truthfully, she didn't mind the attention, but she did need space so she could actually prepare herself for the event. The preparation room was rather spacious, though that didn't mean much when it came to the absurdly tall Ars Goetia, which meant that it was just about good enough for the two of them to work out the final kinks, but not much else.

Octavia looked over her father's shoulder, at the one person who could probably convince her father to calm down, said person was looking at his phone on the other side of the room, clearly in a lazy attempt to ignore the commotion the two owls were getting up to. Blitz wasn't exactly the best choice when it came to organizing these formal events, so he and his crew were mostly around for bodyguard duty.

That didn't mean Blitz wasn't going to show up for Stolas' daughter's ceremony, but the cash incentive sure as hell sweetened the deal. No amount of signalling seemed to catch the imp's attention though, so in a last ditch attempt to get his attention, she immediately turned his phone into stone.

"FUCK! Why didya DO that Via I only got that one last wee-" Blitz had clearly forgotten about Stolas' strict policy about swearing in front of Octavia, which was rewarded by 4 sets of eyes staring directly at him. 2 were of slight amusement and 2 of anger, though softened by the smile on those two in particular.

"Oh uh, yeah, language, sorry Stols." Blitz chuckled as he scratched the back of his neck apologetically. Stolas huffed a heavy heap of air, but said nothing.

"But y'know, you really gotta let Via off the hook, you've been checking on her what, the past 6 hours?" Blitz moved to put a hand on Stolas' back, trying to reassure the owl."She'll be fine, alright? Take a chill pill big bird, let's just let her do her own fu- friggin' thing, this is her coronation after all."

"Alright Blitz, I see your point." Octavia heaved a great sigh of relief at that one, much to Stolas' slight but fast fading annoyance at the two pincering him into giving up.

She looked at Stolas, a faint smile on her face, though tinted with some sort of sadness that he could not understand."Via? What is the matter?" Stolas gave a look of concern, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Yeah, no, dad, it's just-" She gave Blitz a glance, which was rewarded with a slight nod, though unnoticed by Stolas, his concern blurring his peripherals somewhat.

"Thanks for everything, dad. I'll take it from here, so you don't have to worry about any of this crap anymore, ok?"Stolas' confusion deepened, "What do you mean, Via?"Slight tears welled up on the corners of her eyes, which were quickly evaporated with a simple spell to prevent it from ruining her makeup. She composed herself remarkably quickly, taking another deep breath.