#lee!stolas

[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.

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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