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

~Bad day~

A/N IM BACK YALL!! I think I'm done with the angst, soooo this is just some fluff!

Blitzo sighed heavily, shoulders sagging as he parked up his van and turned off the ignition. God, today had been shit. Everything that could've gone wrong did, and now everyone was talking shit about him on all his socials. He'd thought he'd seen the last of the media circus after the stupidity that was Ozzie's, but apparently not. And to cap it all, two of their clients had underpaid, they'd nearly lost Moxxie on a job, and goddamn it all he just wanted to go home and curl up in Stolas' arms and bury his face in that soft chest fluff. Was that so much to ask for after a day like today? He certainly hoped not.

Yeah, a stiff drink and fluffy Stolas cuddles. That'll do me.

Of course he'd not called to actually say he was coming over. He probably should've, but there'd just been so much going on today it totally slipped his mind until he'd arrived and parked the van. But hopefully Stolas wouldn't mind. The owl did say he was welcome anytime, after all. So Blitz would just have to take him at his word.

Too tired to even think about scaling the wall and slipping into the palace that way, Blitz trudged to the front door and gave it a knock. Too short to reach the solid gold door knockers. So he knocked and he waited. Hoping Stolas was actually in and not dealing with whatever shit royal people had to deal with.

Fortunately, he didn't have to wait long, because the door opened to reveal the imp butler.

"Heyyy, Reggie!" Blitz waved.

The butler sighed. "For the last time, Sir, it's Reginald."

"Yeah whatever. Is Birdbrain in?"

"Down the hall to the left."

"Thanks, Reggie."

"You're welcome," came the begrudging reply. But by then Blitz was already walking inside. He found Stolas laying across his couch, reading a book. Holding a warm mug of tea in one hand.

"Hey," Blitz called out to him.

Stolas glanced up from his book. "Blitzy? Is that you?" he sat up and marked his page before setting his book down. "I wasn't expecting you tonight."

"Yeah, just thought I'd drop by... I guess." He scuffed his feet out of nervous habit, and glanced around. "So can I come in?"

"Of course!" Stolas beamed and patted the sofa beside him, beckoning him to come sit. Blitz complied and stalked over, climbing onto the sofa and immediately wrapped his arms around the owl, burying his face in his fluffy chest.

"Bad day?" Stolas asked gently.

"Yeah," Blitz reply was muffled by the feathers. "Not great."

"Oh dear," Stolas cooed as he gently stroked the imp's head. A soothing gesture he knew Blitz liked. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Not really," Blitz told him. "But some cuddles would be nice."

Stolas smiled softly. "Well, now that, my darling, I can certainly do."

He lifted Blitz up into his arms and held him close, gently nuzzling his Blitz and cooing softly. "Is this helping?" he asked.

"Yeah," Blitz said softly. Face still half buried in fluffy feathers. "It is."

"Today was shit."

"I know, darling. But at least you never have to do today again."

"Heh, that's true." Blitz managed a smile. Though he inhaled some feathers when he started chuckling and nearly choked.

"Careful, Blitzy," Stolas hooted softly. "You aren't meant to inhale my feathers."

"I fuckin' know that!" Blitz , coughing and banging on his chest in an attempt to dislodge the feather stuck in his throat. "Ugh, feather ball. Gross."

Stolas snickered to himself. "The perils of being the floof inspector I guess," he added.

Blitz snorted. "Hey, it's a tough job and well someone's gotta do it!" he said. Smiling despite his bad day. "Speaking of..." he mused with a grin. "C'mere Birdbrain, lemme do my weekly inspecting!"

Stolas squealed as Blitz lunged for him, fingers wiggling and tickling him under his armpits, and the owl howled with laughter.

"No, nonononononono, no, Blitzy!"

Blitz smirked as Stolas cackled. "Oh yeah, bitch!" he sassed. "Now lemme at that floof!"

"Ahh! Blitzy!"

Blitz let up on his armpit tickling and moved up to run his fingers through Stolas' chest feathers. His 'floof', as he so affectionately called it. The name started off as a joke, but as time went by it stuck. And they both called it his floof.

Blitz tried to move to get a better position for tickling, but Stolas wrapped his arms around him and flopped backwards onto the sofa. Taking Blitz with him. Hitting the cushions with a soft 'poof'. Blitz landing with his face entirely buried in floof feathers. Just his horns poking out of the mess of feathers. Stolas laughed heartily at the stunned surprise in Blitz's body as he lay there with him, until Blitz emerged from the feathers and blinked. Somewhat disoriented and shocked.

"That was mean," he said, Blowing a stray feather off his nose.

"All's fair in love and war, love," Stolas cooed cheekily. "Anyway, you should've seen your face. "At least you seem cheerier now."

Blitz tried to scowl and come up with an argument to that. Quickly finding he couldn't. "Ugh, dammit, you're right," he said, half laughing. "I can't even scowl like normal now. I hope you're happy."

"Hmm," Stolas smiled warmly. One of his goofy idiot grins, as Blitz liked to call these kind of smiles. The ones reserved just for him. "Very happy."

Blitz rolled his eyes, but the effect was diminished by his snickering. "Damn you, Birdbrain I can't even say one of my witty lines without laughing now!"

Stolas chortled to himself. "Ah, good, my devious little plan to make you smile more is working!"

Blitz just shook his head at the bird and lay his head back down on his lover's chest floof. Making himself comfortable. "Devious," he muttered.

"Of course," Stolas grinned. "I learned from the best!"

"Now flattery will get you everywhere."

Stolas started off on another round of giggles that set them both off again. "Don't you mean 'flattery will get you nowhere'?"

"I meant what I said," Blitz grumbled, but by then Stolas was already stroking his head and back again, and his body was vibrating as he purred. Enjoying the affection.

"Well, if flattery will get me somewhere," Stolas began, "What will ponies get me?"

Blitz pretended to think about that for a second. "Hmm, I dunno. Maybe we should watch some ponies and find out."

Stolas chuckled again. "That sounds like a grand idea, Blitzy."