#Helluva Boss Tickling

[kirausamaria]

Very cute Stolitz drawing by @ShinAratani. Go check their art on Twitter!

[fluffy-alien]

Cute Millie and Moxxie commission ❤️

Re-uploaded cause I forgot Moxxie's gloves 😎;;;

[scribbly-artist]

Making Things Right

Summary: Two weeks after the trial, Stolas is still in Blitz’ home, wasting away. Blitz feels shitty and undeserving for what Stolas sacrificed for him. The least he could do is try to make Stolas feel a little bit better.

Author’s Notes: This came outta NOWHERE. But I needed to get this out of my system because it was all I could think about, and Mastermind made me sad. :( They deserve to be happy. I think after all that happened, and now that they’re on the same level, that they can repair what they broke.

I might have been somewhat inspired by this artwork to make this, even unconsciously. It wasn’t my intent, but it happened. Hoping Blitz and Stolas don’t sound OOC because I’ve never written for them before. I feel like after the recent episodes that Blitz would be more soft and considerate of what he’s saying. My first Helluva Boss fic too!!

Words: ~1,400 | AO3 Link

It had been two weeks since the trial of breaking demon law was cast across every TV in Hell. Blitz was ready to sacrifice his life for his cause, and so that his family and friends - Loona, Moxxie and Millie - weren't harmed for just doing their jobs. 

What he didn't expect was for Stolas to magically appear at the trial, and for him to throw everything away instead. 

Blitz couldn't lie; he was extremely grateful that Stolas did this for him. Stolas took all of the blame, and even if it angered him that Stolas took the brute force of it, at least Blitz still had his head. Albeit, he was feeling extremely shitty about the whole ordeal. 

But Stolas lost everything. His power, his family, his status. Blitz wasn't even sure if Stolas had the heart to contact Octavia after all of this. He had hardly heard him spoke in general across these past two weeks, which broke his heart. 

He felt awful about all of this. Sure, giving the imp race new-found power was nice, he supposed. Everytime he went outside over the past couple days, fellow imps cheered for him, stopping him to congratulate him everywhere he went. And he got a whole lot more business now. He wasn't used to it. But, it didn't feel great to know this was only coming about after Stolas sacrificed himself. 

Blitz returned home with a few paper bags full of groceries wrapped up in his arms, only just managing to shove his key in the door and twisting it to open the lock. He kicked the door open with his foot, bumping it closed with his hip as he stepped into his apartment. 

“Stolas, I'm back.” Blitz spoke aloud, though he knew Stolas wouldn't answer. He could see Stolas’ legs hanging off the edge of the couch, as it was much too small for him. Blitz didn't even see Stolas shift upon his arrival. 

Blitz paced to the kitchen, setting the bags on the countertop and stepping over to the couch where Stolas laid. He placed his hand on the top of the couch as he gazed down.

Stolas was wrapped up in a blanket like a burrito, eyes open as he watched the TV. Was he even really ‘watching’ it? Or just staring at it? Blitz frowned at the sight before him. He made his way to the front of the couch, sitting on it near Stolas’ legs.

“…” Stolas didn’t react to Blitz’s presence. Didn’t even shift.

“…I feel so fucking awful that all of this happened to you, Stolas,” Blitz let out a breath he was holding. “And I’m sorry for all the shit that happened that got you into this mess.”

Stolas finally shifted, acknowledging the imp’s presence by snaking his hand out of the safety of the blanket, weakly holding it out. Blitz took Stolas’ hand in his own, giving it a squeeze.

“But I wanna make it right. We need to make it right. Let everyone know that pompous shithead of a bird orchestrated all of this.”

Stolas gently moved himself so he was sitting more upright, his eyes finally looking at Blitz. His eyes were distant. Unfocused. Foggy.

“I’m so, so grateful you did this for me, Stolas. And I don’t even deserve it after everything I’ve put you through. I’ll probably be spending the rest of my life paying you back. I didn’t deserve your generosity, your kindness. Your love. I’ve been the worst fucking person to you, and I regret it. I’m the lowest of the low. But, I wanna make this right. If you’ll let me.” He let his emotions pour out through his words, his voice wavering.

The owl had tears in his eyes, threatening to fall down his cheeks. He sniffled. “Thank you… so much, Blitz…” Stolas’ voice was quiet. “I’m glad I have at least someone on my side…”

Blitz reached his hands out, cupping Stolas’ face and wiping his tears away with his thumbs. “Anything to undo the mistakes I’ve made. And to make you smile again.”

The owl’s heart swelled as the imp spoke. He was being genuine, for the first time. Stolas gave Blitz a small smile, the first one in quite a while even before this whole ordeal. But Blitz wasn’t satisfied with how small it was.

“C’monnnn, you can totally fucking do better than that.” The imp teased the owl, grinning.

“That’s all I can really muster right now… really…” his face leaned into Blitz’s warm hands. 

Blitz’s grin only grew wider, the cogs in his brain turning. He had an idea. “Well, why don’t I help ya out?” Blitz’s hands left Stolas’ face in search of the blanket wrapped around Stolas’s body, digging around for an opening.

Stolas’ eyes widened in alarm, knowing exactly what he was up to. “Wait, r-really Blitz, you don’t need to dO THIS—!”

The owl let out a yelp and immediately bit his lip as the imp managed to find his ribs through the blankets and feathers. Blitz’s ready hands latched on and started squeezing them as Stolas gawked, but was able to silence himself. He grabbed onto Blitz’ wrists, squirming about as Blitz tickled him.

Blitz chuckled as he continued, his fingers rummaging through Stolas’ soft feathers. “You might as well let it all out. I know you need this right now.” 

Stolas shook his head in denial, laughter threatening to bubble out from his throat. 

“Well, suit yourself.” 

Blitz started to tickle whenever he could reach - under his arms, counting his ribs, wiggling along his sides, scratching at his belly. He was surprised Stolas could last this long without exploding, though he looked close. Stolas’ face was as red as Blitz’s skin at this point.

Blitz stopped for a moment, Stolas quickly took in greedy breaths. “Satan Christ, there must be somewhere that’ll break you,” his eyes darted around Stolas’ body for more ideas. When Blitz turned his body around to face the lower half of Stolas’ body, the owl started to freak out.

“No no no no, BLITZ, do NOT even TRY!” Stolas begged, raising his voice. Blitz smirked devilishly as he eyed off Stolas’ knees. He leaned over - going for the kill - squeezing just above his kneecaps.

The dam broke, Stolas couldn’t hold it in anymore. He burst out with a mix of laughter and hoots as his body shook. He thrashed about, kicking his legs and bucking his body.

It was hard for Blitz to hang on. He stretched and wrapped his tail around Stolas’ body, both to stabilise himself, and to use his tail to poke into the owl’s sides. Stolas’ laugh just evolved to be more screechy at that. 

“BLITZ!! It’s toohohohoho mUCH! I’m— I’m SMILING! I’M SMIHIHIHILING!! OKAHAHA?!” Stolas laughed himself silly, new tears forming in his eyes. Mirthful tears.

The imp turned his head to look at the owl’s face, laughing himself as he slowly ceased to a stop on his totally unwarranted assault. He stopped squeezing his knees and poking him, shifting himself around with a wide smile on his own face. “That wasn’t so bad, was it? Lettin’ it all out?”

“I suppose it— hehehe, wasn’t… awful… hahaha…” Stolas admitted as he breathed out, residual giggles escaping him. He reached up to wipe the tears from his eyes, the stretched smile still lingering on his face. “Ahaha… t-thank you, Blitz…”

“Anytime,” Blitz chuckled with a smirk as he got up from the couch with renewed vigour. “How about I make you somethin’ to eat? Probably tired after all that. Wanna help?” He stretched his hand out in offering.

Stolas wiped the remainder of the tears from his eyes, nodding as he accepted his hand in his. “I’m afraid I’m not the best cook - all I can really make is a bowl of cereal.”

“Eh, I’m shit at it too. I usually get Loonie to make food. She’s a lot fucking better than me at it. I nearly lit the apartment on fire once.”

Stolas let out a giggle as he was led by the hand to the kitchen.

Finally, a step in the right direction.

[giggle-guru]

Movie Night

So I learned today that I passed two of my four exams that I’ve had so far (woo!) and I celebrated by taking a study break to work on the fanfics I’ve got lined up. And then I got side tracked…and then I worked on this for the last little while…so surprise!

I’ve never done anything as either of them, so this was my first go at it. Just sort of playing around with levels to see what worked. As always, thanks for listening lovelies! Virtually hugging every single one of you that listens to these silly little things I post.

Background: Stolas decides to change things up for his annual visit with Blitzø in hopes of showing him he cares, leading to a playful moment between the two.

Script is below the cut for anyone interested! I thought it would be fun to add little notes of what I would envision happening but of course feel free to listen how you want hehe

[Sound Effects: Walking outdoors]

Blitzo: [grumbling] Alright, Blitz, another Grimoire night. Just get in, get out, same routine, no weird feelings, no mushy talk, just…ugh… Why does he always have to make this complicated? Stupid sexy ass bird.

[Sound Effects: Knock, opening door]

[Visual Note: Stolas lounging elegantly in a massive bed. Flickering light from the television illuminates the room casting a warm glow throughout it.

Stolas: [bright] Ah, Blitzy! Right on time, as always! Come in, darling.

Blitzo: [grumbling] Yeah, yeah. Let’s just get this over with so I can head outta here before midnight.

Stolas: [ignoring comment] Why don’t you come in bed and join me? I picked out a movie I think you’d enjoy.

Blitzo: [pause] A movie? What? No freaky bird stuff tonight?

Stolas: [soft/sincere]: Not tonight, Blitzy. I thought that tonight we could perhaps just…relax? No strings attached. [stammering] Because I am sure you’ve had quite the exhausting journey over here and today has been quite busy for me personally and I’m not sure if I’m in the mood-

Blitzo: [grumbling to mask surprise] Okay. Fine. This better not be one of those stupid fucking chick flicks you’re always watching.

Stolas: [awkward laugh] No! No. This is an old film I’ve located within the castle for you, I believe it was some earthly animated series. It has something to do with horses-

Blitzo: [hidden excitement] I said I’d watch it.

[Sound effect: Bed movement, mumbling]

[Visual Note: Solas pats the bed with a gentle smile. Blitzo reluctantly climbs up to nestle himself against the plush pillows.]

Stolas: There we are. You look quite comfortable. I promise I wish for nothing other than to spend time with you tonight. I could fetch us some popcorn if you’re feeling peckish.

Blitzo [satisfied hum] Peckish? You and your fancy ass words. I’m not hungry, maybe later.

Stolas: [soft chuckle] Alright. I do hope I selected the proper genre. Horses seem to be something you appreciate, aren’t they?

Blitzo: [masking eagerness] Yeah, well, don’t read into it.

[A few moments of silence. The movie begins, a soft movie playing in the background.]

Stolas: [enthusiastically] The craftsmanship is quite remarkable, isn’t it?

Blitzo: [gruffly, leaning closer to the screen] Yeah, yeah, whatever. I mean, it’s alright, I guess. For something old.

Stolas: [with a knowing smile] Ah, but look a t you, already leaning in. I’d say you’re quite captivated.

Blitzo: [snorting] Pfft. Don’t flatter yourself. I just think the animation’s… decent. That’s all.

[Visual note: Stolas moves to wrap his arm around Blitz causing feathers to brush against his neck.]

Blitzo: [flinches slightly, growling under his breath] Hey! Watch it with the feathers near the neck, bird brain.

Stolas: [chuckling softly] Oh, does it now? I had no idea you were so... sensitive there.

Blitzo: [defensively] I’m not sensitive! You’re just... annoying. Now shut up and watch the stupid movie.

Stolas: [playful tone] As you wish, darling. Though, I must say, you’re rather cute when you’re flustered.

Blitzo: [grumbling] I’m not flustered. You’re flustered. Just keep your fancy feathers to yourself.

[Visual note: Stolas repeats his actions, however, continues moving his feathers purposely]

[Sound effect: Movie fade]

Blitzo: [snapping quietly] H-Hey! Will you quit it? You trying to start something, or what?

Stolas: [grinning mischievously] Oh, Blitzy, I wouldn’t dream of it. It’s just... you make the most delightful sounds when you’re caught off guard.

Blitzo: [deadpan] You’re seriously testing my patience tonight.

Stolas: [teasingly] Testing? Oh, Blitzy, I’m merely... observing. It’s fascinating, really. I never knew you could be so—[pauses dramatically]—ticklish.

Blitzo: [growling through clenched teeth] I’m not ticklish! You’re just being a pain in the ass, as usual!

[Visual Note: Stolas leans in slightly, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, as he subtly shifts closer to Blitzo.]

Stolas: [innocently] Oh, really? Not ticklish, you say? Then surely you wouldn’t mind if I... tested that theory.

Blitzo: [struggling to maintain composure, voice rising slightly] S-Stolas, knock it off! I’m warning you!

Stolas: [grinning slyly, his voice dripping with amusement] Warning me, darling? Oh, but I thought you weren’t ticklish. I’m simply... proving a point.

[Sound effect: Bed movement]

[Visual Note: More rustling as Stolas reaches out, gently brushing his feathers consistently against Blitzo’s ribs, earning a sharp, involuntary yelp.]

Blitzo: [bursting out] Stolas, I swear to—! [cuts off with a surprised laugh as he squirms] You little—! Stop it!

Stolas: [laughing melodiously himself, clearly enjoying the moment] Oh, Blitzy, your laugh is simply enchanting! I must admit, I’ve never seen you quite like this.

Blitzo: [gasping between laughs, struggling to grab Stolas’s wrists] Y-you’re insane! I mean it! I’ll—I’ll kill you if you don’t quit!

Stolas: [mock gasp, clearly unfazed] Oh, dear! Such violent threats! But I think you’re having far too much fun to follow through. Now, let’s see. If your neck happens to be sensitive, there must be other spots on your body. Let’s experiment shall we? Starting with your…ribs!

Blitzo: [gasping] S-Stolas, I swear to—oh, fuck! You big beaked bitch! [giggling]

[Visual note: Blitzo squirms, trying to move out of range, but Stolas’ claws expertly follow him, holding him in place as he moves to put his face near his stomach.]

Stolas: [amused] Oh, quite the attempt at an insult, Blitzy. However, you’ve given me a fantastic idea. Let’s see how you react when I utilize this ‘big beak’ against your little stomach.

Blitzo: [sputtering and laughing harder] S-Stolas—oh, shit! I’m gonna—I’m gonna die!

Slotas: [chuckling] Always one for the dramatics. You must be enjoying this, look at your tail! It’s practically wagging. I wonder…

[Visual note: Stolas begins to hold his tail in place carefully while purposely trailing his feathers along his tail.]

Blitzo: [desperately, voice tinged with helplessness] Noooo, not the tail! Anywhere but there! I can’t—

Stolas: [laughing lightly] Oh, I do believe I found the spot! Right here, isn’t it? My feathers along your tail is something you simply cannot stand!

Blitzo: [laughing, struggling to hold his ground] N-no! S-stop! Fuck you—ah! You dick!

Stolas: [laughing melodiously, leaning in closer] Oh, Blitzy, this is far too entertaining. I can’t possibly stop now. Look at you squirming—positively adorable!

Blitzo: [giggling helplessly] Shut up! You’re such a damn—tease! Just— stop! I can’t take anymore!

Stolas: [soft, gentle] Alright, fine, Blitzy. I’m done for tonight. But you have to admit... I was right, wasn’t I? You’re positively ticklish.

Blitzo: [glaring, still breathless] Fine. I’ll admit it, but you’re gonna pay for that, feather brain.

[Visual Note: Blitzo suddenly lunges, catching Stolas off guard and flipping the tables. He digs his fingers into Stolas’s sides with a devilish grin, eliciting a surprised shriek.]

[Sound effect: Continued bed movement]

Stolas: [laughing uncontrollably, wings flapping wildly] B-Blitzy! H-how dare you! This is—highly inappropriate behavior for a royal guest!

Blitzo: [smirking, thoroughly enjoying himself now] Oh, what’s the matter, your highness? You’re just as ticklish as I am!

Stolas: [gasping between laughs] B-Blitzy, stop this instant! I—I demand it as your prince! [bursts into uncontrollable giggles as Blitzo finds a particularly sensitive spot near his ribs] N-Not there, you little fiend!

Blitzo: [grinning mischievously, thoroughly enjoying the reversal of roles] Oh, you can’t make any demands like this, Stols. Keep trying though.

[Visual Note: Blitzo straddles Stolas’s lap to keep him pinned, his fingers darting with surprising precision up to his underarms. Stolas writhes beneath him, his feathers flaring and fluffing up.]

Stolas: [laughing breathlessly] Blitzy! P-Please, I can’t—! Have mercy, darling!

Blitzo: [mocking in a sing-song tone] Oh, mercy, is it? Where was your mercy when you had me in stitches, huh? Let’s see just how ticklish a royal pain in the ass can be! [his hands move to scribble along his underarms]

Stolas: [flailing weakly, feathers ruffling everywhere] I’ll—I’ll do anything! Just stop! Blitzy, you—you devilish imp!

Blitzo: [chuckling wickedly] Damn right, I’m a devil. And you’re getting exactly what you deserve, feather butt! And I know exactly where to go to get you to surrender-

[Visual Note: Blitzo leans closer, his devilish grin widening as he moves his hands lower, inching toward Stolas's hips. Stolas’s eyes widen in panic as he realizes where Blitzo is heading.]

Stolas: [voice pitching higher, laughing nervously] N-no, Blitzy, not there! I-I mean it! That’s—that’s absolutely off-limits!

Blitzo: [mocking] Oh, off-limits? You mean right here? [His digs and circles his thumbs into his hips earning an immediate burst of uncontrollable laughter.]

Stolas: [screaming through laughter, writhing wildly] B-Blitzy! I c-can’t—! I’ll—I’ll fall apart at this rate!

Blitzo: [laughing along with him, his hands darting playfully along Stolas’s sensitive hips] Fall apart? Good! Maybe then you’ll think twice before tickling me to death! This is justice, bird brain!

Stolas: [still laughing, his voice hoarse] Blitzy, I—I beg you! Please, spare me! I’ll do anything you want—just stop tickling me, you ruthless imp!

[Visual Note: Blitzo finally relents, sitting back with a triumphant smirk as Stolas collapses onto the bed, a panting, disheveled mess. His feathers are ruffled beyond recognition.]

Blitzo: [grinning, arms crossed] Now that’s more like it. See, Stolas? That’s what happens when you mess with me.

Stolas: [gasping for air, still snickering weakly] Oh, Blitzy… You’re insufferable…But I must admit, that was… quite a turn of events.

Blitzo: [smirking, thoroughly enjoying the moment] Yeah, yeah. I told you I’d get you back. You think you can just tickle me like that and get away with it?

Stolas: [pushing himself up slightly] Well, I… I certainly didn’t expect you to be so… ruthless. You’re a force to be reckoned with, Blitzy.

Blitzo: [shrugging nonchalantly] I’m full of surprises. You should’ve known better than to mess with me. Anyway, we gonna actually finish that movie or what?

Stolas: [grinning, though still catching his breath] Of course, of course. But I think I’ll need a moment to recover from…from that ‘justice’ you administered.

Blitzo: [settling back down on the bed, crossing his arms] Take all the time you need. But I’m not gonna let you forget this anytime soon.

Stolas: [teasingly] Oh, I’m sure you won’t.

[Visual Note: They both settle back into the bed, the playful tension easing into a rare moment of comfort. The movie continues, unnoticed for a moment as they exchange small, knowing smiles.]

Stolas: [softly, after a pause] Thank you, Blitzy. For indulging me tonight.

Blitzo: [trying to hide his previous vulnerability] Yeah, yeah. Don’t get all mushy on me, alright? Let’s just watch the damn horses.

[Sound Effects: Movie plays on.]

[calicocatsarecute]

helluva boss? I need octavia to get tickled- the lers can be stella or stolas

YESYESYESYESYES!!!!! Lee! Octavia coming right away my friend! Enjoy!

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Octavia was currently in her room listening to music, very depressing and emo music that is. She’s been locked in her room all day and since it was her Dad’s weekend, Stolas was pretty worried that she hasn’t emerged yet.

Stolas then decided to walk up to Octavia’s door, knocking on it.

“Via. Can I come in?” He asked from the other side of the door.

He didn’t get answer, so he just went in on his own.

“Via?”

Octavia paused her music and looked up at her Dad.

“Go away Dad, I wanna be left alone…” She said, going back to listening to her emo, depressing music.

Stolas sighed an sat down her bed next to her. He truly was worried about his daughter.

“Via… you haven’t eaten or drank anything all day. I’m worried about you…” Stolas tried to explain.

“I don’t care Dad….”

Now that didn’t sit right with Stolas.

“Octavia, you are getting something to eat AND drink!” He said sternly, his feathers puffing up a little bit.

“Make me!” Octavia retorted.

Stolas then smirked a little bit.

“Whatever you say my little owlet~” He said as he started wiggling his fingers against his daughter’s sides and ribs.

“E-Ehehehe! D-Dahahad nohoho!” Octavia giggled, dropping her phone on the bed as she squirmed.

“Now Via. Are we going to leave this room and get some pancakes?” Stolas asked with a smirk on his face.

“My phoohone!” Octavia giggled.

“Answer the question my little owlet~” Stolas moved to her hips, gently tickling her there.

“OHOHOKAHAHAHAY! OHOHOKAHAHAY IHIHI’LL EHEHEAHAT!”

At that, Stolas stopped tickling his daughter.

“Wonderful! Now let’s go get those pancakes!” He said happily, picking his daughter up and carrying her out of the room.

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Sorry for taking so long with this! My WiFi died for so long and tumblr wouldn’t even work;-;

[tastybluesprite]

Respect

Ok so recently I got into the series helluva boss. I really wanted to write some lee!Blitzo so here it is! Hope you enjoy it lol.

Warnings: Heavy amount of cuss words as this is helluva boss, also this is a tickling fic so if that’s not your thing keep scrolling

Summery: Blitz is being an asshole of a boss like usual. While he and Moxxie fight, they find out something interesting about their beloved boss…

Blitzo was being an ass per usual. But Moxxie was getting the worst of his wrath like always. “I’ve told you a million fucking times Mox! You have to listen to your orders!” Blitzo scolded him. Moxxie rolled his eyes. “Sorry sir but you know damn well we had no choice but to leave”

 Blitzo was shaking with rage. “WE LOST A FUCKING CLIENT DIPSHIT!”

“Sir we would’ve gotten caught by humans!” Moxxie argued. Millie went to her husbands side. “Blitz you know he’s right. It would’ve over complicated things for no reason. I’m sure we’ll get many more clients down the line.

 Blitzo sighed. “That’s not the point here. I gave an order and Moxxie disobeyed. You listened Millie...”

Millie shrunk back at that, but Moxxie stepped forward.

“For fucks sake, don’t you dare bring my wife into this!”

“Ohh? Whatchu gonna do about it baby dick? Huh?” Blitzo teased his employee with a smirk.

 Moxxie finally snapped. He pounced on Blitzo, putting all his anger into it. The two struggled for a bit, both fighting to over power one another. At one point, Moxxie accidentally brushed his finger against Blitzo’s side. No one was prepared for the ungodly squeak that escaped the imps lips.

 They all stopped, both Moxxie and Millie staring at their boss in amused shock. Then a wide smirk grew on Moxxies face.

 “M-Mox… Moxxie… don’t even fuckin- AIE!” Moxxie poked his side, and Blitzo went into full defense mode. He shoved Moxxie off him and ran for it. “Oh no you don’t…” Moxxie muttered as he and Millie then raced after him. Blitzo didn’t know where he could possibly take cover. What was he afraid of anyway? It was just… “that thing.”

 Unfortunately he took too long, because Moxxie had jumped him again, this time from behind.

 They struggled for a moment, with Blitzo desperately trying to push off the smaller imp. But Moxxie began wiggling his fingers at his sides and Blitzo let out a giggle, the fingers weakening him as he was finally brought down. Moxxie took a seat on his back, but struggled because after all Blitzo was much bigger and stronger. “Let me help sweetie!” Millie offered with a devious grin, taking a seat right behind Moxxie to add weight.

 “Moxxie I swear to satan you better fucking let me go or else!” Blitzo threatened, still struggling under the pair. “No~ I think it was about time you learned to respect me more!”

 “Ohhhhohoho Moxxie you childish fuck…”

“I think you forget your place here. You’re at our mercy now!” Moxxie wiggled his fingers with a smirk.

“No fucking way!” Blitzo yelled defiantly. Oh satan, they all knew his pride and ego would be the death of him eventually.

 Moxxie then began digging gently into his sides. “GYAH! M-Mohohoxxihihiee yohohou tihihihiny fuhuhuck!!” Blitzo managed as he tried catching the attackers hands.

 “What did you call me!?“ He demanded, digging harder.

“YoOHohu heheAHERd MEHehe!” Blitzos ego really would be the death of him. Moxxie shoved a hand under his belly, digging in, making Blitz giggle even harder. Soon it got boring so Moxxie changed spots to Blitzo’s armpits. Their boss then finally dissolved into pure and uncontrollable laughter. The couple stared in awe. Usually Blitzo’s laugh was more maniacal, teasing, and obnoxious. But this was more genuine and happy. Childish even.

 “Aw your laugh it’s so sweet Blitz!” Millie cooed, making Blitzo thrash harder and his face heat up.

“SHUHUT THE FUHUHUCK UHUHUP!” He cried.

Moxxie pretended to gasp in shock. “Well I never! Millie get his thighs.”

 “W-WAITWAITWAHAHAHAHA-“ That was it. As soon as Millie began squeezing the back of his thighs Blitz was completely and utterly lost.

 “Bad spot huh?” Moxxie grinned in a teasing tone as the imp pounded his fist against the floor with his laughter having gone silent.

Since they didn’t want to kill the poor demon, Moxxie gestured for Millie to stop.

 Blitz had a hard time catching his breath, breathing as if he was hyperventilating. Soon he was able to manage speech. “Y-yohohu… w-whehen ihih- geheht myhy hahands ohon…” he couldn’t form any more words as he continued giggling excessively.

 “I think we broke the poor guy.” Millie commented with a frown. “Nah he’s fine.” Moxxie reasoned. “At least now he knows what will happen when he messes with me.”

Let’s just say Blitzo got his revenge soon after.

[kirausamaria]

Newest fanfic I've read over here. Sorry for not writing anything in a long time, but I have to look for a new job and move out from my house after that. In the meanwhile enjoy this fanfic!

A Little Mischief in the Palace

Summary: In this light-hearted story, Blitzo brings some unexpected fun to Stolas’s hectic day with a playful prank. Amidst laughter and mischief, their bond is showcased through a moment of joyful distraction from the usual seriousness of palace life. Warnings: Tickles Word count: 1k

Blitzo, ever the embodiment of mischief and spontaneity, was practically vibrating with excitement as he strode through the opulent halls of the palace. The grandeur of the place, with its elaborate tapestries and gilded accents, did little to dampen his mischievous spirit. Today had been a whirlwind of chaotic events, each more absurd than the last, and Blitzo was in dire need of some playful distraction. As he approached Stolas’s study, he couldn't help but grin at the thought of adding a little fun to the owl demon’s day.

The corridors of the palace were hushed, save for the faint rustling of feathers and the distant sound of a harp being played somewhere. Blitzo's footsteps were light and deliberate as he neared the heavy wooden door to Stolas’s study. The door was adorned with intricate carvings of mythical creatures and celestial motifs, but Blitzo’s attention was solely focused on the potential for mischief within.

With a deft push, Blitzo nudged the door open just enough to slip through. The room beyond was a sanctuary of order and elegance. The walls were lined with shelves filled with ancient tomes and scrolls, and the air was tinged with the faint scent of parchment and ink. At the center of the room stood Stolas’s grand oak desk, its surface covered in a sea of paperwork that seemed to stretch endlessly. Stolas himself was hunched over the desk, his beak clacking rhythmically against the quill as he worked diligently.

Blitzo's eyes gleamed with mischief as he watched Stolas, who was completely absorbed in his task. The owl demon’s feathers were slightly ruffled, and his usually pristine appearance was a bit disheveled, a clear sign of the stress he was under. Blitzo couldn’t resist the opportunity to lighten his mood.

He crept closer, his movements almost imperceptible. Stolas’s concentration was so intense that he failed to notice the approaching troublemaker. The room was quiet except for the occasional rustle of paper and the soft scratching of Stolas’s quill.

Blitzo hovered just behind Stolas, his fingers poised for action. He waited until Stolas leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms high above his head, which exposed his sides. The moment was perfect. With a grin spreading across his face, Blitzo launched his playful assault.

His fingers danced lightly over Stolas’s exposed ribs, and the reaction was immediate. Stolas’s body tensed, and a startled laugh burst forth, filling the quiet room with unexpected noise. His wings flapped in a comical attempt to fend off the tickling fingers, and his chair wobbled as he tried to squirm away.

“Blitzo!” Stolas’s voice was a mix of surprise and annoyance, his laughter mingling with his words. “What in the Seven Circles are you doing?”

Blitzo’s laughter was contagious as he continued to tickle Stolas. “Just thought I’d give you a little break from all that paperwork. It seemed like you could use some fun!”

Stolas’s dignified demeanor crumbled under the relentless tickling. His usual grace was replaced by fits of giggles and a desperate attempt to escape. “Hahaha—stop it, Blitzo! You’re impossible!”

Blitzo reveled in the sight of Stolas’s usually composed self unraveling. “Not until I get a proper laugh out of you! You look like you’ve been working too hard. It’s time for a break!”

Stolas’s laughter grew louder, his attempts to maintain his composure failing spectacularly. “Hahaha—alright, alright! You’ve made your point—stop!” he gasped, his voice wavering between giggles and relief.

Blitzo, feeling triumphant, finally relented. He gave Stolas one last gentle tickle, then pulled back with a victorious grin. “Guess I’ll leave you to your paperwork now. But remember, there’s always time for a little fun.”

Stolas took a moment to regain his composure, his cheeks flushed from the laughter. He turned to face Blitzo, his eyes sparkling with a mix of irritation and affection. “You are a constant source of trouble, you know that?”

Blitzo’s grin widened. “And you wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Stolas shook his head, his feathers ruffling slightly as he chuckled. “Perhaps. But don’t think for a moment that I won’t find a way to get you back for this.”

Blitzo’s eyes gleamed with playful mischief. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

As Blitzo made his way toward the door, he cast one last glance over his shoulder. “Oh, and by the way, if you need any more breaks, you know where to find me.”

Stolas’s laughter lingered in the air as Blitzo exited the room. The playful encounter had not only lightened the mood but also reminded them both of the strength of their bond. Despite the pressures and formalities that often weighed on them, there was always room for a bit of joy and camaraderie.

Blitzo wandered down the corridor, his mood markedly lifted. He was still chuckling to himself, relishing the satisfaction of having brought a bit of levity to Stolas’s otherwise arduous day. He knew that Stolas would undoubtedly plot his revenge, but that was all part of the fun.

As Blitzo strolled through the palace, he couldn’t help but reflect on the moment. It was these small, spontaneous acts of mischief that kept their relationship vibrant and lively. In the midst of their chaotic lives, it was important to seize moments of joy and remind each other that they were more than just their roles and responsibilities.

Meanwhile, back in the study, Stolas took a deep breath and glanced at the scattered papers on his desk. The weight of his tasks seemed lighter, and his heart felt a little lighter as well. He knew that Blitzo’s antics were a way of showing affection, even if they came with a side of trouble.

Stolas chuckled to himself, shaking his head as he returned to his paperwork. He might not have expected the interruption, but he couldn’t deny that it had been a welcome diversion. And as for Blitzo, well, he knew that his playful partner would always keep him on his toes.

With a renewed sense of energy, Stolas continued his work, his thoughts occasionally drifting back to the playful exchange. It was a reminder that amidst the chaos and formality of palace life, there was always room for a bit of laughter and light-heartedness.

Blitzo, for his part, was already plotting his next adventure, eager for whatever new mischief he could get into. The palace was a place of grandeur and tradition, but it was also a place where joy and camaraderie thrived, thanks in no small part to the mischievous antics of its most irrepressible resident.

And so, in the grand tapestry of palace life, moments like these were the threads of fun and laughter that wove through the fabric of their daily existence, creating a vibrant and ever-evolving story of friendship and affection.

[troublemaker-incarnation]

also uhhh twitter sdjfksdlcs

[jettorii]

striker is the kinda guy that goes “hmm! This spot right here darling? Yeah it’s all mine and there’s nothing you can do about it-“

excuse me while I go squeal into my pillow.

huehueheuevudheue drops this and runs

[cloudysfluffs]

when your boyfriend is trying to lovingly trace your scars but youre ticklish (which only makes him do it more bc he loves your laugh)

kink/nsfw/fetish blogs dni please!!!

[infrequent-creator]

Stolas's beautiful laughter 🥹🥹🥹

he's my heart babygirl I love you so much , first time he laughed the whole episode & it's with blitz don't look at me 😭😭😭

[kirausamaria]

Art made by Lalu by the #FullMoonCountdownKiss week on Twitter. Some neck kisses and smooches.

[fluffy-alien]

Not a request but striker from helluva boss tickle head canons?

I don't usually do headcanons, but I am frothing at the mouth cause I LOVE Striker. Let's go!

Striker:

Lee:

This guy is in denial about being as ticklish as he is

He'd literally rather die than admit it or endure it

Will threaten a motherfucker's life if they try it

HOWEVER

If you're one of the lucky few who's on his good side, he will let it slide

He won't enjoy it tho(wink)

The only way to actually get ones hands on him without starting a full on brawl, is to tie him down

You can try to pin him, but expect a wrestle match!

The tip and spikes on his tail are ticklish

When he isn't stifling his laughter, it's actually very pleasant. Rough and hoarse, but warm. It's kind of cute and very satisfying when he finally cracks.

Most ticklish under his hooves, his neck and between the shoulder blades.

Will only really LET himself get tickled right when he wakes up in the morning

Gets really embarrassed and grumpy

MANIACAL LAUGHTER

Ler:

Scary boy angry boy - will retaliate as soon as he is able

"Speaking of strong hands"

While it isn't his go-to when it comes to revenge, he is freaking ruthless when it comes down to it

He normally finds it embarrassing but if pushed, he'll get the job done and he'll get it done right

He's skilled with rope, but will 100% use his tail, both for restraint and as a tool

If he's actually pissed and/or getting back at someone for tickling him, they can fully expect to get it back tenfold

While some might figure he's way too rough, I'd like to think he's surprisingly delicate with his hands

The slow death lol

Taunts galore. He isn't satisfied unless the lee is fully and utterly humiliated at the end

Hair ruffling and playful banter follows if he happens to like you

Feel free to add to this uwu

[tickletails]

My part for an art trade with @ntj2pj !! their OC and agent one from helluva boss :33

[giggle-guru]

Breaking the Silence

This was inspired by a little prompt by an anon who I agree with; really in some need for some cute fluffy Stoliz! It’s short, but I hope you still like it!

Word Count: 1502

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The dark room was filled with the flickering glow of the TV as a cheesy soap opera played quietly. Stolas sat curled on the couch, feathers drooping and eyes looking dull. Honestly, he looked like a shadow of his usually flamboyant self. Beside him, Blitz was unusually quiet and awkwardly rested his hands in his lap.

It had been almost an entire day now, and Stolas had barely moved off of the couch. He looked miserable, with reason. And Blitz had no clue what to do. He wasn’t good at comforting people, in his professional opinion. He never had been, and the idea of comforting someone like Stolas was an even more foreign feeling. Still, the sight of the once proud and eccentric demon prince being reduced to this empty shell gnawed at something deep in his chest.

“Hey,” Blitz broke the silence, voice low and rough. “Uh, so…I put on that stupid soap opera you like. Thought it might… help, or whatever.”

Stolas didn’t even glance at the screen. Rather, he mumbled something under his breath and shifted his body further into the couch, head inches away from resting on Blitz’s lap. Blitz scratched the back of his neck as his eyes darted around the room, trying to think of something to say or do to make Stolas feel…anything, really. Nothing seemed to be working, and it was driving him nuts.

Then, an idea flashed in his mind. He vividly remembered one time during more intimate activities when he learned that Stolas was ticklish. It was an accident, and he quickly used it to his advantage. The last thing he expected at the time was for Stolas to admit that he enjoyed it, that it made him feel all that warm and mushy shit. He honestly wasn’t sure how it would fly given the circumstances, but Hell, what else did he have to lose?

He lifted Stolas’ head as gently as possible, sliding himself so that Stolas had his head in his lap. He leaned down, careful to try to act as casual as possible as he reached to bring both of his arms above his head, pining his wrists above him with a hand. Stolas was far too out of it to even really notice. That was, until Blitz’s voice broke through the silence. He smirked and spoke in a slightly cocky manner to mask his uncertainty. "Y'know, you told me once you like being tickled. Didn't really peg you for the type, but—"

Stolas stirred, looking up to lock eyes with him. "Blitzø," he murmured, voice weary but with the faintest hint of warning, "Not now..."

"Yeah, yeah, 'not now.' But you also said 'stop' that one time and didn't mean it, so..." Blitz grinned mischievously, reaching out before Stolas could fully react. His fingers brushed over the soft feathers along one of Stolas's arms, eliciting a surprised squawk from the prince.

Blitz’s smirk grew as he noticed the flicker of life in Stolas’s expression. A faint, reluctant response to the unexpected touch. For someone who had spent the entire day moping like a soggy rag, the prince was already proving more reactive than he’d anticipated.

“Oh, what’s this?” Blitz teased, his voice light with mock surprise. “You can still make noise? Thought you’d gone mute or something.”

Stolas squirmed faintly, a faint blush creeping into his cheeks as his feathers puffed up in reflex. "Blitzø...this is hardly the time for—” he tried to protest weakly, but he was cut off by his own soft giggling as Blitz’s claws moved up and down, inching closer to his underarm.

Blitz grinned, his earlier uncertainty melting into the comfort of this familiar dynamic. “Oh, I knew it wasn’t just a fluke,” he spoke, chuckling as he adjusted his grip to keep Stolas’s wrists pinned. “You’re still ticklish, aren’t you, Feathers? And I bet you love it.”

Stolas bit his lip, trying to suppress his laughter, but it was clear his attempts were futile. His arms tugged, though with minimum effort, to escape his grasp. “Blitzy, seriously…” More giggles began to fall from his beak as moved to bury his face into Blitz’s stomach.

“Aww, come on, Feathers, you can’t say you’re not enjoying this,” Blitz teased, his voice low and mischievous as he nudged Stolas's face away from his stomach to look him in the eyes. “You’ve got that smile on your face, and I know what that means. Relax, I’m not judging you.” He finally strikes, albeit uncharacteristically gently as he targets his underarm.

A loud burst of giggling shot from Stolas’s beak as he jerked, the ticklish sensation electrifying his body in a way he hadn’t expected. His face flushed, and his laughter filled the once-silent room. “Bl-Blitzy!” Stolas gasped between fits of giggles, his arms still weakly tugging against Blitz’s hold.

Blitz’s grin widened as Stolas’ laughter rang out, the sound like music to his ears. It was clear that Stolas was still struggling to get control of himself, but there was a genuine warmth in his laughter that had been absent all day. For a brief moment, Blitz let himself fully enjoy the sound, watching as Stolas’ feathers ruffled and his whole body twitched with each touch.

"What's that, bird brain? Can't hear you over all that laughter," Blitz teased, his fingers lightly skimming across Stolas's ribcage now, moving in a deliberate rhythm to keep the prince laughing.

Stolas’ face was redder than ever, his body squirming as he let out another high-pitched squeak. “Blitzy… p-please, I—" He broke off into more laughter now, unable to keep up the protest as Blitz continued his gentle assault. Despite his best efforts to sound serious, it was clear that he was thoroughly enjoying this.

Blitz’s grin softened into something gentler, almost affectionate, as he watched Stolas lose himself in his laughter. The way Stolas’ body jerked and shook, the giggles that spilled from him—Blitz felt a twinge of pride. He knew that this wasn’t about just the tickling. It was about breaking through that shell, pulling Stolas out of the dark place he’d been stuck in after the slew of events that had occurred.

“You know, you’re a lot cuter when you’re laughing,” Blitz teased softly, his voice low and playful, but there was a tenderness to it that wasn’t typical for him. He trailed his fingers back up to Stolas neck, gently tracing little shapes into it.

Stolas’ laughter softened into breathless giggles as Blitz’s touch became more delicate, trailing along his neck in a way that made him shiver. His flushed face turned slightly, burying into Blitz’s stomach once again in an almost instinctive gesture of seeking comfort. The laughter still lingered on his beak, but it had shifted into something softer, more content.

“Blitzø,” Stolas murmured, his voice muffled but carrying a note of vulnerability. He didn’t pull away, even as Blitz’s fingers continued their light movements, tracing lazy circles over his feathers.

Blitz’s grin softened further, his usual brashness giving way to something uncharacteristically warm. “Yeah, I know,” he said, his tone quieter now, less teasing and more genuine. “You’ve had a rough one, huh?” He continued his movements but ensured they were only enough to draw one or two giggles out of him every once in a while.

Stolas nodded faintly against him, his breathing still uneven from laughing but slowing as he calmed. “It’s been...unbearable,” he admitted softly, his voice trembling slightly. “I—” He hesitated, his words catching in his throat as he struggled to even put his thoughts into words.

Blitz raised a brow, his hand pausing momentarily before resuming its gentle movements. “Hey, it’s okay,” he spoke, surprising even himself with the sincerity in his voice. “You don’t have to talk about it right now if you don’t wanna. I’m not exactly the best at this comforting shit, but, uh...I’m here.”

Stolas shifted slightly, his head tilting up to meet Blitz’s eyes. There was a flicker of gratitude mixed in with the sadness he’d been feeling since everything went down. “You’re better at it than you think,” he said softly, a small, genuine smile tugging at the corners of his beak as another giggle slipped through.

Blitz blinked, caught off guard by the sincerity in Stolas’s tone. He rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand, looking away for a moment. “Yeah, well,” he muttered, trying to play it off, “don’t go expecting me to be all mushy or whatever. This is a one-time deal.”

Stolas chuckled faintly, his smile growing just a little brighter. He hesitated before letting out a sigh mixed with a giggle as he leaned into the embrace. "Thank you," he murmured, almost inaudibly.

Blitz said nothing and instead tightened his hold, continuing the tracing along his neck. For all his faults, he understood when words weren't needed. They sat there together, the soap opera still softly playing in the background, as the heaviness in the room lifted just a little.

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They’re so cute and I just can’t wait for things to be all picture perfect between them (it’s not going to ever be that easy but a girl can dream lol). Thanks for reading!!

[calicocatsarecute]

do you still do helluva?

I do! If it’s still on the pinned post, then I’ll write for it!