#Lee!stolas

[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.]

[randommusicalfluff]

Another TAF piece!! This time it’s a Stolas for @tickle-fight-club ! It’s such a shame I haven’t drawn him before this was a blast to make 🫶🏾🫶🏾

[anxious-lee]

SO CUTE!!! 😩

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.

[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!!!

[gaybananabread]

got one 4 tickletober!!! Day 17 or 18 (can't decide😭), Lee!Blitzø, Ler!Stolas

I'm CRAVING stolitz tickles after Apology Tour😭 MY BBS NEED TO BE HAPPYYY

I fully understand if you deny, just thought it'd be cute<3

-gambokitten

TickleTober Day 18 - Tickle Fight

~Oh my yeah SAME! I'm gonna time this before Apology Tour, just so the goofy sweetness doesn't feel out of place (also, I like writing the birb pining). I'm hoping we get some fluff in Ghostfuckers 🥲. I leaned heavier on the lee!Blitzø side like the req asks, but there’s definitely a tickly scrabble. Thank you for requesting, and I hope you Enjoy!~

Lee: Blitzø

Ler: Stolas

Summary: Stolas asks if he and Blitz can try something new for the night. The simple question quickly spirals into tickly chaos as they learn what true hilarity looks (and feels) like.

Warnings: canon-typical language and references. This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

“You…what?”

Blitzø did a double take at the suggestion, quirking one of his brows. What did he just say?

“W-we don't have to, of course. I'd just, you know…like to get playful.” Stolas could feel his face heat up as he repeated the words, making it hard to look the imp in the eyes. He'd just kind of blurted it out the first time; he wasn't expecting anything to come of it.

“Uh…sure? I mean, I knew you liked it rough, so it's not a giant fuckin’ surprise. I can do that, if you want to.” Blitzø’s tone was about as nonchalant as he could get, but there was a sign of care behind them.

While he’d never admit it, he did kinda want to make Stolas happy. He didn't want the bird to leave.

Stolas had asked to have a little play fight, seeing what would happen when they each tried to pin the other.

“Oh! Yes, I would like that. Do you want me to initiate, or-”

Before he could even finish speaking, Blitzø pounced, using gravity and force to wrestle the bird to the mattress. It wasn't like they hadn't been rough before; they'd just never done anything that physical without a hand somewhere else.

Stolas gasped as he was shoved down, his eyes widening with giddy surprise. He was kind of expecting to take control, but it wasn't unpleasant by far. He gently ran his hands down the shorter man’s chest, delighting in the shiver it caused.

The sounds, however, were unexpected.

“S-Stoholas- knock that shit off!” The imp tried to growl at least semi-seductively, but his voice was a few pitches too high. Odd…Stolas hadn’t done anything besides stroke his chest. Maybe he was embarrassed about liking it?

Tentatively, Stolas repeated the motion, stroking from Blitzø’s collarbones to his stomach. That time, he caught a grin tugging at the red-skinned imp’s lips, his stomach quivering beneath the touch. Oh. Oh!

“Are you perhaps ticklish, Blitzy?”

That single question sent all the giddy, not-used-to-soft-shit panic alarms off in Blitzø’s head. He tried to snatch Stolas’s wrists, but the bird fought back for once, fluttering his fingers beneath the imp’s outstretched arm. Damn it, why’d he always have to take his shirt off so quickly?

Blitzø jerked back, Stolas quickly following. Stolas caught his wrist to keep him from falling off the bed, giving the imp enough time to squeeze the bird’s thigh. A sound between a groan and a giggle left his mouth, causing a competitive fire to light in his eyes. Oh, it was on!

The pair wrestled with each other, each trying to get the upper hand in the tickly tousle. Blitzø was using brute strength, trying to pin Stolas before he was overpowered. The bird would just target any exposed spot when that happened, fluttering his fingers over them to see his “it’s complicated” partner's lips twitch. Retaliation was swift, the pokey tip of Blitzø’s tail teasing wherever it could reach.

After two solid minutes of strangled yelps, giggles, and lots of manhandling, Stolas managed to straddle the thrashing imp and pin his arms above his head. He could have accomplished it much sooner with his powers, but that just didn’t seem fair to him.

Blitzø thrashed like a wild animal beneath the taller demon, a feral scowl on his face. In his eyes, however, Stolace could see the giddiness he was trying to suppress. “G-get the fuck offa me, you feathered fucking asshole!”

“I don’t think I will, darling. This seems much more…amusing~” The word alone wasn’t anything special, but that tone… Let’s just say Blitzø’s heart felt like it was trying to eject out his throat.

Stolas started out soft, testing the waters. Gentle, fluttering fingers trailed along Blitzø’s stomach, tracing lazing circles around his navel. A gurgling sound rumbled in the imp’s throat – an adorable attempt to keep from giggling. Stolas felt his heart flutter at the sight.

“Aww, does it tickle, Blitzy? Does it make you want to giggle and squirm like the adorable little baby you are?~” Stolas teased, unable to stop himself from going a little overboard. While it was definitely over the top, it seemed to do the trick, causing Blitzø’s cheeks to burn.

“Sh-shuhut- fuck! Shut up!” The short man cursed the giggle that escaped him, thrashing twice as hard beneath the gentle touch. He refused to react so quickly. He wasn’t weak, and he’d prove it whenever necessary. Apparently, he deemed the tail-end of a tickle fight necessary.

“You can laugh, you know. I promise you that I won’t judge.” Stolas’s tone grew soft and affectionate as he spoke. “Actually, I think I’ll find it quite adorable.”

Those words made Blitzø’s eyes widen and mind race. It was…it was an angle. Had to be. Why else would a literal prince be so affectionate towards a scummy imp like him?

“Shut your fucking- ACK! G-gehehet ohoff!” The imp’s dam finally burst when Stolas dipped one feathery finger into his navel, twirling and scratching against the sensitive skin. His giggles were loud and punchy, the sound a bit higher and sweeter than his normal speech.

“Hmm. Since you’re being so mean, I don’t think I will. I’m quite content to stay right here, teasing your cute little belly button,” he hummed, enjoying himself as he teased the imp. There was something about the light and gentle teasing that just made it all so fun.

“Gohoho fuhuhuck youhurself, smuhuhug prihihihick!” Sure, Blitzø was probably digging his own grave by mouthing off, but he wasn’t just gonna lie there and take it! He kept on squirming, even though he was starting to tire himself out with all the movement.

“What a naughty mouth, saying such things to me. I think that deserves some punishment.” With a knowing chuckle, Stolas’s hand traveled upwards, grazing Blitzø’s ribs. The imp had always gotten squirmy when he touched there; now the bird knew why.

“GAAH! W-wahahAHAHAIT! FUHUHUCK!” Blitzø’s back arched off the bed as his poor ribs were targeted, thrashing as wildly as his tired body would allow. He could practically feel his blood boiling beneath the skin on his cheeks.

The imp was losing his Satan-forsaken mind. It had been years since he was properly tickled, and even then, it was nothing like that.

What he was experiencing in that moment were the affectionate tickles of someone who just wanted to see him laugh and be happy for the fun of it. No matter how wild his denial pool was, that truth floated up to the top.

His tail was a little narc, twitching and occasionally thumping against the mattress. Stolas found it endearing, letting out hooty chuckles when he noticed.

“It seems like someone’s enjoying himself~”

The worst part was, Blitzø couldn’t deny it. He really was enjoying himself, as overwhelming and crazy as the touch was. It felt nice to truly laugh without any expectations or true thought going into it – just a mirthful reaction that somehow shut his brain off.

It took a solid ten minutes of the “torture,” but finally, Blitzø caved. He had tears of mirth beading in the corners of his eyes, and his sides ached from laughing so hard. Barely coherent, he screeched out their designated safeword.

“H-HOHORSERAHADISH!”

Stolas stopped instantly when he heard their safeword, knowing his imp had to be truly exhausted to use it. He released the panting, disoriented man’s arms, instead lying down to cuddle up next to him.

Blitzø usually grumbled and “protested” the cuddles, but he couldn’t bring himself to that time; the back pats and stomach rubs he was getting from Stolas were too good, and the man was so warm. If he was going to be embarrassed, he was at least gonna sleep well and feel happy.

“Thank you for trusting me with that, Blitz.” There was that soft tone again, shaking the foundation of Blitzø’s trusting policy. He seriously needed to go to a therapist… Well, if he could find one that didn’t make him wanna kill them and then himself..

“I didn’t trust you with shit…” Blitzø was lying, and Stolas knew it. Hell, anyone could’ve guessed it by the lack of biting venom in his tone. He truly did enjoy that…

Stolas went to argue, but noticed the imp’s droopy eyelids and coiled tail; he was on the verge of passing out. The bird didn’t want to interfere with that. He simply kissed the man’s bald head before snuggling close, letting his own eyes close.

“Goodnight, Blitzy. I’ll see you in the morning…”

[noogit9000]

Doodling for hours on stream today

[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;-;

[infrequent-creator]

DAY 22: Tail

DAY 22: Tail

((I love young blitz with his braces so cuuute))

[ticklishfizzy]

Do you know of any cute Lee Octavia art/fics 🥲

✿.｡.:* ☆:**:. Dear Zeus this ask is so old- I'm not on the lee!Octavia hashtag much so I had to do some digging and I really like this one, I think it's cute.

Enjoy!

•.¸♡ Ribbit! ♡¸.•

[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!!

[cookiepie11]

Pretty bird ~ (tickle fic SFW! Lee stolas,ler blitzø)

"so what will it be pretty bird?" Blitzø asked with a smirk, he grinned down at stolas who was willingly tied to the bed "what spot should I get first huh?"

"I don't knoww" stolas whined with a giggle he wanted to hide his blushing face from blitzø but he also wanted to gaze into his eyes forever at the same time.

"hmmm how about... here!" He exclaimed and wiggled his claws on Stolas's fluffy stomach.

"OHOHOO NOHOOO!" he hooted in suprise

Blitzø blushed at the cute noises but brushed it off quickly "laugh bitch!" He said playfully and clawed under his armpits

"NOOHOOT BLITZYYY TICKLESSS!" he laughed loudly

"uh huh I know it does" he agreed and scratched faster

"STAPITT GET AWAYY" he yelled and squirmed around, his face painted with a dusty pink blush

"get away? Why you asked for this shit no backing out now" blitzø practically PURRED and started to nibble on his belly

"OHHOHH BLITZYY TEHEHE NOHOEHE" he squealed and thrashed around

"nom nom yummy ass stomach I just can't get enough of it" he teased and wagged his tail at Stolas's cute giggles and squeals.

"NOOHOO PLEASE MOVE SPOTS BLITZZZ PWAHA" he yelled

"Why of course" he said and moved down a bit "now for these ticklish legs~"

He skittered his small red claws on his thigs going down to the ankles and repeating the process over and over.

"teheee PWAHA NOT THE THIGHS STAHPIT STAHPPP TiTICKLEESSS!" He pleaded not really meaning it and blitzø knew that if stolas wanted an end to this he could easily break the restraints.

"calm your ass down pretty bird I'm moving spots~" stolas giggled and his face was redder then ever he loved the new nickname

Blitzø crawled down the bed and to the feet he poked one of them to test it out and he scrunched his bird toes up trying to hide his soles

"oh no you don't..I'm tickling these" he told him and scritched at his toes softly

"pwehee nooohoo stapitt!" He giggled cutely a small tear in his eye

"definitely not bitch I haven't even tried this yet! He said and wiggled all five claws on one foot and the other claws on the other foot "tickle tickle tickle.."

"HOOOT NOHOOT THEREEE STAPITT BLITIZHYYY MY FEEHET ARE TO SENSITIVE!" he begged which made blitzø wanna tickle them even more

"Yeah yeah sure you beg for a stop yet your not even trying to break free anymore" he teased and he was right stolas stopped squirming and was only scrunching his toes up which just put more attention on them

"NEHEHEEE HOOHOOT BLITZY"

"hm wonder what happens if i..." He picked up long blue feather of off the bed it was obviously Stolas's feather, he fluttered it on the sole gently up down left right

"OH MYY AHAHA BLITZY PLEASE TICKLESS TEHEEHE IT FEELS SOHOO..FLUFFY PWAHA I CANT TAKE IHT"

"well no shit it's a feather" he replied and swirled the feather around under his toes he was being extremely delicate which made it all the more unbearable yet addictive for the bird

"DOHONTT STAHAP EEEEE!" he giggled very loudly he loved the feeling of the feather endlessly circling on his feet he didn't want this to ever stop

"dont stop? Why would I want to? I've got to admit this is fucking adorable" he said and his tail wagged side to side

"TITICKLEESSS! PWAHAH HOOT HOOHOOT BLITZY!" he was again trying so desperately to escape and hide his face yet not break free and stay like that forever

"bitch why are you crying?" He asked but he knew it wasn't from sadness he slowed the tickling down seeing the bird was running out of breath

"i..**pant** tickles.." he was extremely tickle drunk

"I want to wreck you not kill ya, you need to breath stupid" he said playfully and untied him

"thats was so tickly and...um nicer" he admitted and blushed "could we..um do that..maybe.. again..like if you want to like no pressure!" His voice was a squeaky embarrassed tone

"I don't think I'll even pass up a opportunity to see you laughing like that again" he blushed and cursed when he realised how cringey the thing he said was

Looks like they both enjoyed that tickle session

[stearleart]

Nerdy birdies 13/01/24

Digital illustration of Ichabod crane and Stolas having a chat about nerdy stuff! It's remarkable how similar these two are:

Ichabod crane is from @warlordofnoodles' No Evil, and Stolas is from vivziepop's Helluva boss.

[fizziepopangel]

Hard to Love?

"Sometimes I don't know why you stay with me....

I'm hard to love,

hard to love,

I don't make it easy,

and I couldn't do it if I stood where you stood...."

[amazing-spiderlad]

So like- We have Helluva boss doing its slow burn bullshit with Blitz and Stolas who, let's be honest, are obviously gonna end up together in the end-

And we've got the Fionna and Cake show with Marshall and Gumball, whose female counterparts are now confirmed to have been in a relationship.

Y'all have no idea how excited I am to finally be seeing some gay representation in cartoons.

[jettorii]

something different

warnings - vv brief mention of sex and kinks

“oh fuhuhuck..” blitzø gasps, his breath hitching as shaky giggles began echoing throughout the room. the imp’s arms gripping stolas’ jacket, evidently struggling to keep them around the other’s neck as feathered fingers slowly grazed along his waist.

“say that a little louder, wont you, blitzy?” stolas whispers, his voice sending immediate shivers down blitzø’s spine. blitzø thanks fuck that stolas couldnt see his face, because if he did, he would not be able to live it down.

blitzø doesnt remember the last time he’d been this flustered by stolas, especially from gentle tickling like this. hed become so used to the rough, kinky sex the two engaged in to remember what a gentle hug along with tickles felt like.

in fact when stolas suggested the idea of not having sex for their monthly hookups, blitzø was more than confused

but he wasnt complaining at all.

blitzø let out a surprised squeak upon feeling stolas’ feather light touch drift to his ribs, oh so gently scratching which drove him up a wall with high pitched giggles.

needless to say, blitzø was practically melting in stolas’ touch. the words of affirmation along with tickles was enough to make him putty in the other’s arms, something that did not go unnoticed by stolas.

“i find this rather endearing, having you helplessly giggling into my shoulder like the cute little imp you are~” stolas smirks, giving blitzø’s waist a quick squeeze, eliciting another one of those out of character bouts of squeaks.

stolas chuckles himself at blitzø, resorting to firmly rubbing blitzø’s spots now, making the imp let out a sigh of relief. stolas could feel him sinking comfortably in his feathers, then mumbling something which he was unable to hear coherently.

“what was that?” stolas asks, his smile only softening more when hearing what blitzø managed to say through catching his breath.

“..that was better than sex.”

[concentratedbitterness]

Piccrew edits of (most) of the muses: [X]

From top, left to right: Mara, Ray, Malcolm, Lee, Fig, Stolas, Augusto, Santiago, Rose, Nathan