#helluva tickles

A Jester and his ways

Summary: Blitzo goes to visit Fizzarolli backstage at Ozzie's Nightclub after making up with him after the kidnapping, and Fizzarolli is reminded of a certain childhood game they played.

Lee: Blitzo

Ler: Fizzarolli

(⚠️this is a tkl fic⚠️)

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Blitzo walked down the long, neon halls of the backstage area of the Nightclub to find Fizzarolli's dressing room. He thought it would be rude not to visit him right after making up with him.

It didn't take long to find the dressing room, as ir had Fizzarolli's name on it. Blitzo wasn't a great reader, but 'Fizzarolli' isn't exactly a hard name to recognise. Plus, it was painted on the door in neon paint.

Blitzo loudly knocked before entering without an answer, seeing the robotic jester tightening the bolts on the shoulders of his anamatronic arms with a screwdriver.

"Hey, Fizz."

Blitzo still had that same slightly brash voice, but it sounded a bit awkward since he and Fizzarolli had been so distant for so long before that kidnapping.

"Hey, Blitz! You're visiting? There a horse 'round here or somethin'?"

The jester answered in that raspy, higher voice, sounding a lot cheerier about the visit than Blitzo, even if Blitzo had come by his own will. The assassin imp frowned a bit as Fizzarolli reminded him of the horse tidbit he'd discovered Blitzo was still into.

"Right, forgot you knew I was still on that...And no, I'm being nice, asshole."

Blitzo entered and closed the door behind him, walking inside the dressing room to where Fizzarolli was standing, speaking again while pulling something out of his bag.

"And I brought you something."

Fizzarolli was a bit shocked when Blitzo took out a balloon horse, just like the ones they'd made in the circus during their childhood.

"Woah! You finally learned to make this without them looking like a giraffe?"

"Can't you just say thanks, dipshit?"

"Fine...thanks."

Fizzarolli took the balloon horse and looked at it for an oddly sentimental second before placing it on his vanity desk next to his juggling balls and torches before speaking again.

"We were kinda weird as kids, huh?"

"You were, I was fine."

Fizzarolli slapped the suit-wearing imp on the arm as Blitzo snickered, the imps snicker making an old memory flash in Fizzarolli's mind, making the jester grin.

"Woah, you even sound the same as back then when you're laughing! Brings back certain memories, doesn't it?"

Blitzo glared at the jester and stepped back, his defensiveness sliding into place and his usual anger dissolving into slight dread as the stretchy-armed imp closed in on him with wiggling, metal fingers.

"Fizz, I swear to fucking Satan, if you put those fucking things on me I'll—"

"Too late!"

Fizzarolli's arms stretched really long to wrap multiple times around Blitzo, the new technology making this game more one-sided. The arms mainly stayed around the shoulders so that they weren't covering his abdomen too much.

"Cool new arms, dontcha think~?"

The jester teasingly asked as metal fingers started skittering along his hips and stomach, most of Blitzo's arms unable to move since they were wrapped up in the metal arms of Fizzarolli.

"Fuhuhuhuck!"

"Again with the language! Tut tut..."

Fizzarolli kept the skittering and scribbling centred on his hips for a while, the assassin slipping on his boots a bit and ended up on his knees instead. He was managing to keep a shaky scowl for now.

"Jeez, you were a lot smilier as a kid, Blitz...Oh! I remember now!"

Fizzarolli moved his arms, laying Blitzo on his back, using his hands to lift his blazer and shirt to reveal the red belly beneath. He then hovered his fingers over his tummy for a bit before vibrating his fingers into the thin skin.

"FAHAHACK! FIHIZZ!"

"Shit, you're loud! The crew will hear ya~."

Fizzarolli kept the tickling on his belly, now raking his claws up and down it as the assassin occasionally kicked his legs, but mainly remained limp everywhere but arching his back.

"Lucky for you, Blitz, I have my show soon~. But I wanna do one last thing..."

Fizzarolli spiraled one finger on each hand from the sides of his stomach to his bellybutton, going agonisingly slow before poking each finger in turn in and out of the sensitive spot, stopping to rake at the walls at some points.

Blitzo's laugh went raspy and silent, meaning that Fizzarolli only did this for a minute before stopping and unwrapping his arms from Blitzo, retracting them back to their original length, letting the big-horned imp catch his breath.

"F....fuck you...."

"I know, babe~. I need to go perform now, but hang around for a bit! The round afterwards is on me~."

Fizzarolli knew that if he stayed, Blitzo would be quick to get revenge, so he hurried off to go deliver his performance on stage where Blitzo couldn't get to him before the assassin could catch his breath.

The revenge would probably come later, though.

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FOR THOSE OF US WONDERING!!!

Anon!Emu supremacy forever <333

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

Some cute art from @_striver from Twitter. Stolas doing anything in order to wake his imp lover up.