#lee! blitz

[lopsicle]

Catching Up

Fandom: Helluva Boss

Characters: Lee! Blitzø, Ler! Fizz (Can be seen as romantic or platonic, I love BlitzFizz)

Summary: As Blitz and Fizzaroli make up for lost time, Fizz discovers something he didn’t know about his former friend.

Tickletober day 2: Accidental

Warnings: Tickle Fic, innuendos.

Life had never been the same for Blitz and Fizzaroli since their second meeting in the Greed Ring. Sure, they’d reconciled their main issues and managed to air out some of the miscommunication forced onto them in their adolescence, but it had still been a decade and a half since they even just had a regular conversation. It was going to take a lot of work and effort to maintain that friendship, but that was work Blitz was willing to do. He couldn’t lose Fizz a second time.

Sometimes, Blitz would hang out backstage at Ozzie’s, listening to the clown perform his bits to the crowd, hyping him up whenever he had the chance. Sometimes that happened at Mammon’s, but it was rare Blitz would be allowed back there, much less without freaking out about being in the same room as a rockstar he admired from before he was even an adult. Fizz would even pop around to I.M.P sometimes, just his presence there was enough to drive up business so he had a warm welcome.

Though, their favourite thing to do was to just be with each other. It didn’t matter where, they usually preferred privacy but the two were neither careful or shameful, being able to do their business wherever. The pair of scarred imps could go on for hours and hours about whatever came into their mind, it was like they had a years long back log of all the things they wanted to talk about locked up in their brain, but never had the right person to say it too. They were just two sides of the same coin, better together.

One day, the two ended up in the privacy of Blitz’s room, which he (mostly) cleaned up for his guest. They’d both made themselves comfortable, Blitz laying down on his bed, sprawled out with her legs hanging over the edge, and Fizzaroli sitting over on the window sill, switching his face between the lacklustre view of Imp city, and his host.

‘Hey, how much can you feel?’

Fizzaroli’s eyes glanced over back to Blitz at his casual question, tilting his body to face him as he did so.

‘Like, emotionally?’

The clown tilted his head almost unassumingly, to which Blitz threw a nearby pillow at him.

‘Yeah, of course I mean emotionally-of course not, dipshit, of course I meant physically! You know, metal limbs and all,’

He huffed playfully, crossing him arms to which Fizz just chuckled, amused at his frustration.

‘Well, I can feel with my nose just fine! And my insides are…rigged with sensitivity, just ask Ozzie!’

‘I am not asking that feather covered, sparkly whore about how he fucks you.’

Fizz just laughed even harder at that, kicking his legs a little as he hopped off his self made perch, standing closer to Blitz.

‘Ahand, I can new sensors in my fingertips, Ozzy developed them himself to make things more…captivating.’

Blitz rolled his eyes and made a face, maybe a little out of jealousy, but there wasn’t much ill will behind it.

‘So now I can actually feel with them again! You have no idea how much I missed petting animals! And fucking with people, that’s great too!’

He ran his fingertips over Blitz’s still stretched out torso to make his point, to which the imp fucking squealed and curled up in on himself. Fizz tilted his head, sitting by Blitz with the largest shit eating grin on his face.

‘No fuckin’ way your ticklish! How did you hide this from me?!’

He asked excitedly, to which the imp blushed a little, trying to scramble backwards on the bed on his palms but he was quickly scooped up by his friend’s mechanical limbs and pulled closer.

‘Okay, it’s not that big of a deal this I’m ticklish! You don’t have to make such a big deal out of this, you knahaahhahw!’

The demon’s protests were cut off by a couple sharp scratches to his ribs, with a very eager Fizz now positioning himself on Blitz’s hips.

‘Oh, don’t you try and weasel your way out of this one! We’ve got, what, fifteen years of laughter to catch up on, and I’ve never heard you laugh like this!’

As much as Blitz wanted to remain tough and stoic on the outside, it was hard to do that while giggling, much less from your childhood best friend/crush tickling you. He couldn’t deny that the attention felt nice, not in a dirty way, he never expected to really…feel Fizz again due to his body being broken so it was a pleasant surprise. The tickling was just a bonus, though he weakly struggled against Fizz’s body to make it look like he wasn’t enjoying it too much. Though, Fizz saw right through him.

‘Oh, come on now, Blitzy, I’ve seen what your capable of, you could push me off you with ease if you wanted but you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?’

Blitz’s blushing situation went from bad to worse as he shook his head from side to side, he’d normally try and hide his enjoyment under some snarky remark but it was hard to think of one while your sides were being squeezed and tickled. So he just resorted to this.

‘Fuhahahahack you!’

‘I’m right, aren’t I?’ Fizz chuckled to himself a little, allowing his nimble, dexterous fingers to skitter all over Blitz’s torso. ‘That’s alright, Blitz, you know I don’t just people, kinky or not, but there is no way I am not being in on this! You don’t know how fun this is me!’

Fizz gushed, pulling his hands away as he looked up at his friend excitedly. While Blitz may have rejected an offer like this from basically anyone a month or two ago, Fizz had softened him up in terms of accepting…anything really from others, plus it was a nice bonus that Fizz seemed to be enjoying it a lot.

‘…would you wanna continue right now then?’

‘Oh, with pleasure!’

[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!!!

[semioticapocalypse]

Lee Miller. Elizabeth Cowell wearing a Digby Morton suit. London. 1941.

I Am Collective Memories   •    Follow me, — says Visual Ratatosk

[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.]

[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…”

[isatohlee]

Doodles of @pepurroni's anglers + my seb variant

[starlightrosa]

Blitz's Mistake

Set after Apology Tour because that episode made me sad, and I needed to get this out to combat the sads.

Summary: Blitz is falling down a hole of self-hate again. It's up to Moxxie and Millie to pull him out before he goes too deep. And while the method they use is unconventional, it's not like Blitz minds.

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Lotsa swearing (it's Blitzo c'mon) Apology Tour spoilers (don't read if you've not seen the episode) general depression things throughout but with fluff obviously :3

Enjoy <3

“Fuck, Fizz was right… I’m gonna die alone, aren’t I?”

“Do you have any kind of remorse for what you do?”

“Of course, Blitz, this would be your fault!"

The negative thoughts swirled around Blitz’s head without relenting once, the poor imp in utter turmoil. He had fucked up. He had fucked up so badly, even as he slammed his head into the van’s horn with a loud BEEEEEEEEEEEEEP.

He just wanted to go home. Tears rolled down the imp’s scarred face as his hands shakily gripped the wheel, and he rubbed the crystal on his arm, the harsh reminder of Stolas literally a part of him.

“Fuck… I’m such a screw-up. Fuck this party. Fuck everything, fuck everyone!” Blitz growled, slamming his foot on the accelerator as the imp drove, recklessly blazing through the portal and back into Hell. Once he reached the headquarters of I.M.P, he pushed roughly past Moxxie, sending papers flying out of his hands and slammed the door of his office. Blitz flopped onto his office chair, slamming his head against the desk, his horns scraping the surface of the wood.

“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” Blitz yelled from within. His anger gave way to utter desperation and misery, and the imp covered his face, weeping quietly. For the love of Satan, why did he have to suck at relationships? He’d ruined everything…

“Blitz?” came the voice of Moxxie, as the freckled imp approached. Blitz groaned softly, giving his head another hard whack on the desk. Moxxie gasped and grabbed Blitz’s head to stop him before Blitz could get the chance to smash his head on the desk a third damn time.

“Don’t do that, sir! You’re gonna hurt yourself!”

“Fucking good. Look, if you came in here to say that you want a pay rise, Moxx, it’s not fucking happening.” Blitz shot back, his eyes a bit dizzy from the force of his head being smashed against the desk. Moxxie sighed, as he gently placed the papers on Blitz’s desk.

“What happened, Blitz?” Moxxie asked. Blitz just immediately deflated. He placed his head in his hands, mumbling quietly.

“Fucked up with Stolas… I fucked up so bad, Moxxie.” Blitz whispered. Moxxie sighed. Blitz had his faults. He had a lot of faults. But Moxxie knew that Blitz meant well in his intentions, even if they didn’t exactly come off the way he desired them to.

“Do you wanna talk about it, Blitz? Might make you feel better.”

“Fuck, no. No, I don’t want to be reminded. Just… need to forget. Preferably with alcohol or something.” Blitz murmured.

“Blitz, drowning yourself in booze will not help this.” Moxxie said. Blitz waved him off.

“It will if I try hard enough. Fuck… please just leave me alone, Moxxie…”

“No way. Hang on, Blitz. Millie, honey! Come in here a second!” Moxxie called.

“Moxxie, darlin’? What’s- oh, Blitz! What happened?” the Wrath imp asked as she walked into the office, to see Blitz moping at his desk and Moxxie trying to console him. But clearly Moxxie was not going to get anywhere with it.

“He’s moping because he, quote, ‘fucked up with Stolas.’ Is there any way to cheer him up?” Moxxie explained. Millie thought for a bit, but then a mischievous smile graced her face.

“Well, I s’pose I could do what I do to you when you’re upset, Moxx~”

“Millie, Moxxie is your pegging toy, not me.” Blitz mumbled, his tail lashing. He didn’t hear anything in response, so he looked up. The door was open and Moxxie and Millie were gone. Blitz groaned and banged his head hard into the desk yet again.

“Fuckin’ gone and done it again, haven’t you, Blitz? You’re shit at this stuff. Why did I ever try and-?”

And that was when Blitz felt a tingling on his sides. He gasped and lurched back, only to be met with the grinning face of Moxxie above him. The freckled imp grabbed Blitz’s hands and hoisted them above his head, while Millie worked Blitz’s belly with her little fingers skating over every tickle spot Blitz knew he had. The normally tough-talking imp was reduced to a puddle of laughter in seconds.

“Nohohohoho! M-Millie! Millie, you fuhuhuhuckin’ dihihihiHIHICK!” Blitz laughed, his legs twitching as he fought not to kick out. He didn’t want to hurt Millie.

Moxxie fake gasped. “That is no way to talk to my wife! Apologise!”

“N-Nehehever! NOHOHO, FUCK!” Blitz cried out, Millie refusing to let up. The husband and wife duo shared a devious smirk with each other. And then Moxxie said the words that Blitz was hoping he wouldn’t.

“Get the spikes on his back, Millie.”

“Your wish is my command, Moxxie. Get ready, Blitz~!”

“MIHIHILLIE, DOHOHON’T YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT- AAAAH! AHAHAHAHAHAHA! MIHIHILLIE, MOHOHOXXIE, STAHAHAP!” Blitz shrieked, feeling them tickle his back spikes.

“I’m not even tickling you, Blitz. That’s all Millie. I’m just keeping you still. You can get out, surely.” Moxxie stated, but he knew the taller imp had no chance of getting out. Not against the total tickle monster (er, imp) that was Millie.

“FEELS- GAHAHA! FUCK! I-It feels weheheheird!” Blitz giggled, shuffling his legs. He was trying so hard not to kick Millie.

“Feels weird, Blitz? Hmm, I don’t think that’s the word, sugar. I think the word is ‘tickle’. Wouldn’t you agree, Moxx?” Millie crooned.

“Oh, I definitely would, Millie. Shy or something, Blitz? Or is it possibly… that Mister Mopey here can’t say the word tickle?” Moxxie added.

“Fu- AHAHA! F-Fuck you both!” Blitz snickered, his squirming increasing with each tickle.

“You should really let yaself laugh more, Blitz. It’s very adorable.” Millie said, coming out from the desk. She used this time to migrate her tickles down to Blitz’s belly, relishing in the snorting giggles she pulled from her normally emotionally unavailable boss.

“I am nohohot adorable!” Blitz babbled, finally kicking his legs now that Millie wasn’t at risk of being hit. But Blitz could never last tickling for very long. Stolas used to do it unintentionally when they laid together after their ‘arrangement’ was done. And Blitz didn’t want to lose moments like that. For now, he took this distraction and let himself be tickled silly.

“G-Guys, plehehease. Ehehenough.” Blitz quietly begged after about ten minutes. Sweat beaded his forehead. Satan’s beard, whoever the hell said that tickling wasn’t a good workout were liars.

Moxxie and Millie looked at each other and then they nodded. Millie moved away from tickling Blitz, and Moxxie gently let go of Blitz’s arms.

“Chin up, Blitz. This kinda stuff will work out eventually.” Millie reassured. Moxxie nodded alongside her.

“Yeah. You both need to work on yourselves, but I think you two can make it. True love is true love, and it comes whenever you need it to.”

“You’re watching too many Disney movies, Moxx.” Blitz murmured. But he knew Moxxie was right.

“What was that, sir?” Moxxie asked, his fingers twitching as he slowly walked towards Blitz. Blitz giggled weakly and threw his hands up to defend himself.

“Hehehe, fuck no! Not again, haha!”

Moxxie laughed too. “Just kidding, Blitz.”

“Ugh, Satan’s balls, you got me good. But- ugh. But once I get my energy back, I’m gonna wreck you little shits until you can’t breathe.” Blitz threatened light-heartedly.

Moxxie and Millie shared a satisfied smirk as they both left. Blitz watched them leave, and he leant back in his chair with a grin on his face. Maybe Moxxie and Millie were right. Maybe once he fixed everything that was wrong with him… maybe deep down behind the hatred for himself, there was an imp that Stolas could think was worth loving again.

The End!

[fanficsandfluff]

Ditto, too new for any real headcanons, just enjoying the absolute flood of content. Also please enjoy the Blitzo pic on Twitter that made me go feral (you'll have to add the Twitter URL start as IG won't let me post links anonymously): The_Daringstars/status/1348761821054988288 - AnonEmu

FOR THOSE OF US WONDERING!!!

Anon!Emu supremacy forever <333

ty for sharing! I definitely was roped into the fandoms from all the amazing tickle content that's been coming out, so here we are now!

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[ashaleeleedagurl]

Performance Stress

Ler: Blitz

Lee: Fizzarolli

Summary: Asmodeus needed to go talk to someone, and Fizz is having second thoughts on the competition

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Welp... It's the final round, and Fizzarolli is in his dressing room as Glitz and Glam perform their song, until there was a knock at Fizz's door.

"Hello, just coming to check the jester" Blitz said as he leaned on the doorway. He saw Fizzarolli hyperventilating and went over to check on him.

"Hey, Fizz, you good?" He asked, hint of some concern in his voice.

Fizzarolli nodded and tried to wipe some tears that were running down his face. "Yep, all good!" Fizzarolli immediately said.

Blitz was skeptical, "Are you sure?"

"Yep!"

"Positive?"

"Absolutely!"

Blitz sighed and walked over to the jester, who was trying to hold back tears, gently hugging him and trying to comfort him.

Fizzarolli's tail wrapped around both him and Blitz as he softly hyperventilated.

Blitz then moved his hand to Fizz's side, making him freeze in place.

Blitz was confused, to say the least, "What's wrong?" He asked as he looked where his hand was at, which he gently moved his fingers on Fizzarolli's sides.

"Blihihihizhz! Thahahat tihihckles!" Fizzarolli yelled, squirming, and trying to move away.

"Well, duh! That's what's supposed to happen!" Blitz said as one of his hands tickled Fizz's tail, leaving the jester in hysterical laughter.

Blitz stopped after a few minutes, just before Glitz and Glam finished their song. He helped his friend up and gently patted his head.

"You goofball"

"Duhuhumbahahass.."

Asmodeus came back to Blitz helping Fizz get up on the floor, "What happened when I was gone?"

They never answered.

[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...."

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oh hey look i actually bothered to make the tickly version to this piece!! this is what was going on in my head when i drew the og

kink/nsfw/fetish blogs dni please!!!

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DAY 22: Tail

DAY 22: Tail

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

[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!!

[maya-yaya]

Just some side by side comparisons and emotion variations of Mei and her red panda in Disney Emoji Blitz

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Here's the event request for Blitz & Hearth! This ended up being soooo fun! <3 I need to see more of these two around!