VOX / VINCE

RP TICKLING BLOG FOR VOX FROM HAZBIN HOTEL!! 16+!! Mun is an adult!!

[cackledtelevision]

TELLY NOTES <33

HELLO!! I AM NIX/PERI! I am 21 years old, who has they/them pronouns!!! :D This is a silly goofy tickle rp blog for the character VOX from Hazbin Hotel!!

MY WRITERS IS @ nixdolly !!! <3

CHARLIE ACC @ beamingroyal !!!!

LILLITH ACC @ melodicruler !!!!!!

This account will not be writing any assortment of lewd contents, nor anything that is within character as truly non-consenting. I aim to keep things light and silly!!!!!

Please have it be known that I am rather selective with my writing partners, I get easily overwhelmed otherwise, plus I disappear/lose interest easily due to my ADHD. You are free to send replies, just be warned!! I will block you if you are Under 16, and will be mostly avoiding OC's!

NOW!! VOX HCS BELOW!!!

35/65 Lee leaning!! Though he always boasts about he's the biggest Ler in existence! Most of the time, you can bulldoze over that claim and wreck the loser. When you can't, it's an actual Ler mood. But like.. if not, it's one poke, and suddenly he's on the ground?? Needy mfer .

ALIVE VINCE HC'S HERE

PRE-VOX VINCE HC'S HERE

EVERY VERSION OF HIM IS BI .

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LER NOTES:

CAN SAY THE WORD "TICKLE" IN BOTH MOODS !! Without being flustered about it!!

Always fucking smirking like an asshole .

DAMN CLAWS . He gives both gentle and rough tickles, but both tickle BADLY with those claws.

He doesn't use it often, but his electricity is somehow ticklish?? Lil zaps!!

Wires to hold up your arms waaaaay above your head!! Always on tiptoes!! Even so, always close by to stabilize you, like he's holding you himself but isn't.

Smug little bitch, constantly playfully mocking the lee. Pointing out how flustered they are, the loudness or the shrillness of their laugh, little shit.

Raspberries and nibbles are complicated, with his head, but he tries!!

If you insult him to provoke him, he'll be amused and very unhelpful, waiting until you Ask for tickles. Typically very easy to ragebait him into an attack anyways.

Shit at Aftercare but he Does Try, and if he can't, he's quick to find someone to dump the Lee onto.

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LEE NOTES

Soft tickles don't work that well on him in his Most of his worst spots . television, so light disconnect between him and the body's Nerves. ROUGHER TICKLES WORK BETTER!! For example, vibrating into his spots, or digging into them!!

ANGELIC FEATHERS AFFECT HIM, but normal feathers do not! Nibbles and raspberries affect him!!

Enjoyer of tickles because it helps him be grounded by the fact that he's like , still moderately human?? Even if he feels more robot than man some days?? Will especially look for tickles when he needs to be brought back to earth.

So if he's personally attached to technology, he can feel if its poked or prodded at. So if he's personally in like, a big ass television, you can get em !!!

Absolute provoking brat, will be annoying as possible.

Despite that, easily embarrassed by teasing, even if he desperately tries to pretend he isn't, he tries to pretend he isn't affected by most things, and is quick to act Normal. Calling him out on him enjoying being tickled flusters him, as does the word 'Tickle', he just tries his best to speed past it and be a cocky annoying brat.

BIG BOISTEROUS LAUGH!! Shit echoes off the walls.

If he has enough, he may accidentally zap into the nearest electricity. His limits don't exist till he personally decides that they do.

Permanent bright blue blush!!!

Frequent hiccups.

His own electricity tickles him :<

Definitely needs to be restrained, or he'll automatically cover his spots. He also tends to curl in on himself!!

He's genuinely immensely ticklish everywhere, dude, it's Crazy.

RARELY bluescreens but does very easily blow fuses to surrounding area.

Frequently avoids eye contact by closing his eyes or Looking away, all that talk and he's a lil lee :>

Such a boney creature, nothing for him to suck in, if he's trapped theres literally no way to even the illusion of escape.

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SPOTS - GENTLE TOUCH DOESN'T TICKLE VERY MUCH .

??? - ??? - Right above his waist on his back, there's a new blue line that has the representation of one of his gills, but it doesn't breathe at all. It only appeared after Vox's brief stint as the #1 sinner, hmmm....

UNDERARMS - 11/10 - CANNOT HANDLE THIS SPOT VERY LONG! Ticklish even if it ISN'T rough. He is completely unable to hold his arms up when unrestrained, just Bad .

RIBS - 10/10 - FAVORITE SPOT!! Denies liking this spot despite the fact that he squirms much less when tickled in this area. [ Angelic Feathers/Rougher Tickles work better here! ]

NAVAL - 10/10 - This spot in particular gets him extremely squeaky, like, he never has a deeper tone in this spot. Fucking giggle central, flustered by this spot!!! [ Angelic Feathers make him SCREAM ]

FEET - 9/10 - SQUIRMY!! WILL KICK!! It's also another spot he really likes, though he fights off spots, flustered that he likes it. He has very flat feet, so they hurt easily, he likes massages. Attacks on his soles are worse than the rest of his foot. [ Angelic Feathers make this area a 10/Rougher Tickles work better here! ]

BELLY+SIDES - 9/10 - Easily flustered by this area?? Squirmy fucker!! Pin him! Long ass torso, so much room to work with! Also heavily enjoys this spot he just has a hatred for being vulnerable .[ Angelic Feathers make this area a 10/Rougher Tickles work better here! ]

BACK - 9/10 - LOVES Backrubs! Adores this spot publicly. Electric purrs here. He has sharp shark fins on his spine that are retractable; they can be both sharp and rubbery depending on Vox's mood, and massaging the area gets sputtering giggles out of him.

GILLS - 8/10 - Melt spot, tracing this area is enough to turn his mind into goo, and you have enough time to pin him down without him being aware. He's cackling the entire time. It's another place for mild purring. Even squeals here !!![ Gentle Tickles Work Here! ]

Vox also has a set of gills on the side of his calfs! It's only one each, a baby one!! Mainly not in use unless extremely overheated.

THIGHS/CALFS/KNEES - 8/10 - Is this man a worm? He wiggles so much!! [ Angelic Feathers/Rougher Tickles work better here! ]

NECK - 7/10 - Giggly, hunches shoulders! Can't handle direct eye contact here, becomes embarrassed. Nibbles here are flustering as fuck.[ Soft Touch Works ]

ANTENNAE - 7/10 - Direct Eye contact Becomes Embarrassed Part Two!! It's also a melt spot but he's more aware, just incredibly flustered by how nice it feels. [ Soft touch only! ]

FRECKLES - 6/10 - When Vox was alive, he had freckles literally everywhere on his skin, his face, shoulders, chest, and back. In this form, they are everywhere mentioned, but his face! They appear in blue specks like stars!! They are also where Vincent's wires come out from! A giggly assortment of ticklish, easily flustered by it.

BACK OF TELEVISION HEAD/THE "CHIN" - 6/10 - Underlying electric hum, like purring! The gentle scratching is a good touch, like a scalp! His ports are a Point Higher, sensitive, but its hard for him to Sit Still, considering his head and neck can move 360.

[cackledtelevision]

Thread that's a part of the murder media AU timeline!! Pre-Al death!! and Pre-Relationship, though that part will hopefully change during this specific thread!! ;3

lil bit angsty tho, cause mfs in 1900s and fucking up the egotistical white man is a fun past time, al truly made vincent into a cocky and vibrant mf <33 that's what love does ig!!

@the-radio-ler <33

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Vincent didn't talk about his parents; they weren't... physical to him in any regard during his childhood, never a character trait they typically possessed. Neither did they partake in illegal activities like Vincent did. So if Vincent compared them to himself, he was worse. Therefore, he had no right to complain.

It always came back to his eyes, their...strangeness. He'd be a perfectly overrated white man without a care in the damn world if he didn't have them, just had the simple blue or green eyes! Pick one, damn you.

Yet he didn't have normal eyes, so what else wasn't normal with him, hmmm?

Endless medical checkups for the first years of his life, his father was desperately trying to find something wrong with him. He didn't have any illnesses or setbacks, no stutter with his communication. This was a perfectly normal boy, with the only unfortunate note being his eyes. But something must be wrong with him. Supernatural, or demonic or even...

.........

He was never trusted; his father was always nitpicking everything he did. Making sure he was 'Manly' enough, or scrutinizing his voice. Everywhere he went, he was judged, while his father held a bottle, yelling, and found another reason why he wasn't perfect, why he was a mistake, pattering insult after insult. His genuine laugh was hidden quick.

Vincent had moved out as soon as he could, hoping independence or some other bullshit would get his father off his back. Unfortunately, the rest of the world had the same opinions on his eyes, on anything that wasn't considered "socially acceptable."

Finding Alastor was a breath of fresh air.

Al has never said an insulting word about his eyes and has been utterly willing to kill assholes of all kinds. So Vincent always knew he had to keep them separated. Not because Vincent thinks Al would "defend" his honor, but because the Man Was Racist, and while Vincent had thankfully grown out of what he was taught during childhood, his father Didn't.

"Dad's visiting." He'd say over the landline, "Avoid here this week. I'll call you when it's clear." Al would understand, because as much as Vincent didn't talk about his own father, Al didn't talk about his either.

To a granted point, they both kept to the decision, Al kept away, and Vincent called when his Dad was gone, and they'd meet up, get extra drunk and bloody.

Yet.. during his 30th birthday, Vincent hadn't called after the week was over, and he hadn't been seen in public, if at all. His talk show had taken a short break for a ... "vacation."

Really, what on earth is Vincent thinking, ignoring Alastor??

[cackledtelevision]

Vincent squinted at Al's face until he heard 'deal', before his smile grew, and he pulled the feather back.

"There we goooo! Was that so hard, piglet? One minor agreement that makes sure your favorite white boy doesn't pass out tomorrow." He happily hummed, putting the feather/pen combo in his pocket.

Letting Al's feet free as he slowly climbed up Al's vessel, wrapping his arms around him as he met up face to face. He gazed lovingly at Alastor.

Grinning at the ticklish Host, leaning over to kiss his cheeks. "Hiiii~, you having fun, Ally?" He cooed, gently parting Al's bangs for him.

"Lotta loud giggles and snorts back there, you're just the cutest ticklish piggy there is!!" Vincent playfully nuzzled their noses together, before connecting their foreheads.

"One of my favorite sounds, up there with every other sound you make!"

[the-radio-ler]

Alastor immediately planted his feet into the comforter and slowly rubbed them back and forth to try and eliminate the leftover tingling.

He looked up to see Vincent's utterly sappy lovestruck look.

It made him smile softly. He looked so stupidly happy. And Alastor was happy to see that.

Seems Vincent was going to become much more openly affectionate now that they've had their talk.

Alastor was unprepared but ready. He certainly wasn't upset with what he was receiving right now, those kisses to his cheeks making him want to giggle like a teenager with a crush.

"Big talk coming from a squeaky toy as high-pitched as you." Al wriggled a finger at his upper ribs with a snicker. "Though I must admit I have a fondness for those as well. Just like those eyes."

They truly were gorgeous, weren't they? Alastor was more mesmerized each time he looked at them. What ridiculous words could ever make Vincent believe they were an ugly feature?

"We are business partners, yes, but very obviously much more than that. Much deeper. For life and beyond, I would you like you to be mine, and as long as you're mine, I will be yours. Whatever that means to us."

[cackledtelevision]

Vincent blinked, warmth flowing through his veins. That was so...

Alastor was good at speaking from the heart, from telling his genuine opinion, even if it seemed like flirting. It was more effective than flirting, because he knew that Alastor wasn't saying this shit for shits and giggles.

He loved this man.

"I uh..." Vincent's smile was utterly blinding, with a soft pink flush. "The specific claim or decree is hard to say, but I'd like that. I'd like to be Yours."

No other specifications mattered.

Vincent hummed softly, moving a hand up to gently brush Al's hair behind his ears, unintentionally tracing over the shell of his ears.

"As long as you are Mine as well, for this life, and uh.. beyond."

[the-radio-ler]

It was a wonderful moment. They were both on the same page.

They were each other's. Whatever that meant to them. It was no one else's. Only theirs.

The sweet silence was interrupted with a loud snort as Vincent's brushing behind his ears was unintentionally ticklish. Alastor covered his mouth with the back of his wrist with an annoyed flush.

Curse his stupid fucking snort-laugh. At least the one person he was close with seemed to like it for some reason.

Didn't completely erase the embarrassment, however.

[cackledtelevision]

Vincent's fond gazing was halted as he literally flinched at Al's sudden snort, eyes widening in surprise before they narrowed mischievously.

"Really now, your ears are ticklish? Oh, Doll, you're just a gem of cute little spots and noises!" He let out an excited little gasp as he shuffled his arms, bringing both of them to either side of Alastor's head.

He determinedly traced both of the ears with his finger, watching Al's face with utter focus.

"Put your wrist back in the cuff, cutie, I'm not done with youuuu!" He cooed gently, leaning over to grab Al's wrist, kissing his hand. "C'monnn, I like your face! I get to watch it now, without being a boundary-breaking weirdo!"

Being this close meant he could happily catch every adorable detail of Al's reaction to his touches.

[the-radio-ler]

Vincent’s pure joy and adoration was a delight. It was also a nice comfort to to his embarrassment of the noise he made. Why he adored his snorting so much, Alastor couldn’t say.

But he was grateful for it.

He shook his head and clamped his hand over his giant grin, not wanting to give in to Vincent’s demands.

Because when did Alastor ever make things easy for him?

But past his hand anyone could hear his giggles and snorts. He lightly tosses his head back and forth and squirmed beneath the ticklish touch.

“Pfftehehe- snrk- ehehe -snrk!”

[cackledtelevision]

"Christ, you're so ticklish!"

Vincent's eyes were soft, Alastor looked adorable like this, one could even describe him as Cute. The man who laid here, pretending to be stubborn, hiding his smile like this, while he had a grand opportunity of escape, yet didn't try to use it at all.

Vincent hummed, inching himself a tiny bit forward, his hand shifting to rest on Alastor's chin, holding the shaking head in place, gently running his thumb on the other side for some comfort. He didn't want Alastor to accidentally bonk him, after all.

Utterly gentle, Vincent slowly ran his teeth over Alastor's earlobe, grinning to himself all the while.

"Goochie goochie goooo~, does it tickle, piglet? I think it doesss! Dawwww--" Whispering into the affected ear, before he proceeds to take the ear lobe between his teeth, wiggling it between his teeth.

[the-radio-ler]

Alastor slowly stilled before Vincent's thumb elicited the smallest shiver.

A horribly shrill shriek left Alastor's mouth and his shoulder shot up to protect his poor ticklish ear as snorts and squealy laughter escaped him.

Seemed his voice could go almost as high as Vincent's, he just had to be tickled in the right places.

"Ahaha! Snrk! Ehehe- pfftaha- SNRK! Ehehehe! Hic- EHEhehehe!"

His eyes shot wide open as soon as the baby talk left Vincent's mouth and he thrashed wildly.

"SHUHUT IHIHIT -SNRK- VIHIHINCEHENT IHIHI -SNRK- SWEHEHEHEAR! HIC! DOHON'T -SNRK- FUHUHUCKING- AHA!"

[cackledtelevision]

"You know, I haven't even tickled your belly yet, and even with that factor, you're sitting here losing your marbles." Vincent purred happily into Alastor's ear, wiggling his fingers against Alastor's neck.

He slowly pulled back, shifting so he could gently grasp at Alastor's free hand, and leaned forward to wrap it back into the cuff. A tiny bit tighter this time.

"Think we should change that?" He said casually, smirking down at the giggly cannibal.

[the-radio-ler]

Alastor blinked up at Vincent then cast his gaze to the side and growled, the flush on his face clear as day.

He wasn't sure if Vincent had clocked it, but his stomach was his favorite spot to be tickled.

...but like fucking Hell he's gonna make any indication that he wants it.

"Do what you want. Tomorrow it will be paid back in kind."

[cackledtelevision]

"You'd be as evil tomorrow even if I hadn't tickled you tonight, which is why I'm getting my preemptive revenge."

Vincent quietly shuffled, laying his head on Alastor's stomach, just beneath Alastor's navel. He shifted his head to look wide-eyed at the biological feature.

"Hmmmm, you seein this Alastor? You got a cute little button of some sort on your belly!" Said in a dramatically astonished explanation. He drew the feather out of his pocket, swirling it slowly around the Naval.

"We need to make sure this little cutie is harmless, time for some exploration! Wooop!"

Talking as if Alastor was a lil baby, his amused eyes finding enjoyment for his dramatized reactions.

The feather dipped in and immediately started wiggling, swirling as Vincent made hmmmmm and hawwww sounds.

[the-radio-ler]

That fucking voice... The babying tone.

Alastor's face was burning all the way to his ears.

His eyes were wide as saucers looking at that feather, hearing his teasing cooing.

"SH-SHUTIT!" Alastor sputtered. "DON'T TALK TO ME LIKE THA-AHAHAHA! SNRK!"

Full body laughter wracked his frame amongst squeals and snorts and very colorful protests.

"FUHUCKING- SNRK! DOHOHON'T S-SOHOHOHOUND LIHIHIKE -SNRK- THAHAT! Yohohohou -hic- LIHIHIttle -snrk- shiIHIHIT! AHAHA!"

[cackledtelevision]

"Gasp!" Vincent put a hand to his face, not looking at Alastor as he stared at Al's naval. "Doll! It's a tickle button! Can you believe it!?"

Vincent pulled the feather back, inching his head closer. He fixed his glasses, glancing down at Al's naval as if he were a scientist reaching a very logistical parchment.

"I'm afraid this little button will need to be thoroughly tested." He gave Alastor a very serious look. As if he were explaining why the very loud toy needed to be taken away from a six-year-old. "Tickle buttons are projects that need to be investigated!" He declared.

Vincent sat his face on Al's belly, peering at the naval with wide theatrical eyes. His mouth was against the sensitive bit right underneath the naval, and he let out purposeful vibrations against the skin, as the feather experimentally poked at the naval.

"HMMMMMMM--" was expressed loudly through purposeful vibrations. He dipped the feather within the crevice, in and out, in and out, in and out.

Sitting up. "I'm afraid that more in-depth research will be needed!" He bared his teeth in a wide grin, playfully portraying nibbles, watching Al's face with delighted eyes.

[the-radio-ler]

Alastor was mortified. His stomach was doing flips as he tossed his head back and forth. His eyes were screwed shut. He couldn't believe this.

"AHA! SNRK! Pfftahahaha- SNRK! AHAHAHAHA! Ihihihi'm GOHOHOHOING TOHOHO -SNRRK- KIHIHIHILL YOHOHOU!"

An empty threat, but said with plenty of ferocity.

Squeals, snorts, hiccups, and shrieks of laughter filled the room and Alastor wanted both to strangle and to kiss this man currently driving him to madness.

...In depth research?

He peeked an eye open to see Vincent bare his teeth.

Both eyes shot open and he sputtered.

"VIHINCENT, dohon't yohohou DARE!"

Alastor's heart was pounding. He twitched and squirmed under his gaze.

Excitement pulsed through every vein. Fuck this was going to tickle like the dickens...

[cackledtelevision]

Vincent's face was utterly fond, even as he was threatened. He hummed softly, swirling the feather around the naval.

"What surprising threats!" He gasped, not at all surprised. "Is it possible that this tickle button encourages violence??! Well, now it has to be investigated!"

He leaned forward, pressing a kiss on either cheek, smirking at the flushed, giggly face. "Don't worry, Baby Doll, I'll save you from this meanie, icky little giggle button!" Playful taunt whispered in a babyish tone.

He pulled back, stabilizing Alastor's hips with his hands, and took in a big gulp of air, before shooting down to deliver a big ole raspberry!

"PFFFFBBBBBBBBBTTTTT--" As soon as the air had escaped, he took a small breath of needed air before nibbling the ticklish little button, smug eyes glancing up at Alastor as he did so.

Such excellent use of tax dollars for this very important research, he almost has enough data for his thesis!

[the-radio-ler]

Alastor's back arched high as a helpless ear-piercing shriek of laughter escaped him. He threw his head back and absolutely howled, cackling and snorting as hard as he was physically able.

"AAAAHAHA! SNRK! AHAHA! IHIHI CAHAHA- SNRK! VIHIHIHAHA-!"

And Vincent didn't stop. His teeth kept nibbling on his hyper-sensitive nerves.

So Al didn't stop laughing, didn't stop crying tears of mirth, didn't stop snorting for quite a while.

The longer it went on, the fuzzier his head got. Not just from breathlessness, but from a flood of laughter-driven endorphins seeping into every crease of his mind. He could barely even think aside from the fact that it tickled, leaving him a loopy giggly mess without protest or retort.

[cackledtelevision]

He knows he'll never be able to have a wedding day with this cutie, but he thinks Al's smile would look just like this.

Vincent was in focused amazement; typically, he would cease his operations by the time Alastor's squeals got ear-deafening, even if Alastor had never called for him to stop. He'd always been worried that if he went too far, Alastor would chuck him to the curb in terms of their business relationship.

But now, with his urges of physical comfort happily allowed, with Vincent happily cuddling against Alastor's form. He had the freedom to trust Alastor and have full belief in Al voicing his own displeasure, that he won't be intensely sidelined for anything without a communicative chat first.

Before Vincent moves on from the belly, he very quickly spins the feather around to the pen aspect, clicking it, and writing a very quick and gentle 'GIGGLE BUTTON ^', right below the naval.

Al only told him to quit with the pen on his feet after all, he never specified further.

Vincent, viewing the clear euphoria on Alastor's face, pulled his face away from Al's belly, shifting up to lay himself against Al's chest, face close as he continues to admire the giggling Radio Host.

The feather he was holding shifts to wiggle against Alastor's neck, not fully stopping the tickling horrors, but swapping to a lesser spot.

"Awhhhhh, does it tickle that much? Ally can't handle the ticklesss?" Vincent draws out his tease. The feather flicks against one of Alastor's ears, as Vincent plasters a small raspberry against the side of Al's neck.

"PFFFBTTT---" He hummed, gently kissing Al's tears.

"You're so adorable, I could just eat you up!" Soft cooing, as Vincent ignores the use of the feather altogether so he can gently flutter both sides of Al's neck.

Christ, he wished he could take a picture of his darling's face.

[the-radio-ler]

Alastor panted for breaths between giggles and snorts as the tickles shifted from his belly to his neck, a comparatively less ticklish spot.

Another squeal followed by a hiccup and more giggles.

He was so… happy. Comfort and laughter and a euphoric loss of composure.

With Vincent.

Through his tickle-haze, their eyes met, his gaze communicating nothing but empty-headed mirth as he giggled and snorted incessantly.

[cackledtelevision]

Vincent sat up enough to press their foreheads together. His face was gooey and soft, watching Al laugh as if he hung the moon itself. His smile widened as Al's distinctive, bubbly laughter rang out.

He never wanted to let the Radio Host go. Why should they leave beyond this room, where the world was bound to make them grow thicker shields?

His fingers were slow as they fluttered against his skin, wiggling ever so gently in soft little tickles, enough to keep Al's delightful bubbly mirth going, yet making sure he had enough time spare to breathe.

"I think I love you." He muttered absentmindedly, verbal admittance a shock to his own brain as well. He hoped Al's current brain didn't manage to catch the embarrassing admittance.

Goodness sake, haven't even been courting for a day.

"If I get to come home to this every day of my life, I'd consider it fulfilled. You're one of my favorite sights, doll, and every day you keep adding to the portfolio of your beauty."

Now he's just being truthful to an audience of no one, how smitten.

[cackledtelevision]

Thread that's a part of the murder media AU timeline!! Pre-Al death!! and Pre-Relationship, though that part will hopefully change during this specific thread!! ;3

lil bit angsty tho, cause mfs in 1900s and fucking up the egotistical white man is a fun past time, al truly made vincent into a cocky and vibrant mf <33 that's what love does ig!!

@the-radio-ler <33

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Vincent didn't talk about his parents; they weren't... physical to him in any regard during his childhood, never a character trait they typically possessed. Neither did they partake in illegal activities like Vincent did. So if Vincent compared them to himself, he was worse. Therefore, he had no right to complain.

It always came back to his eyes, their...strangeness. He'd be a perfectly overrated white man without a care in the damn world if he didn't have them, just had the simple blue or green eyes! Pick one, damn you.

Yet he didn't have normal eyes, so what else wasn't normal with him, hmmm?

Endless medical checkups for the first years of his life, his father was desperately trying to find something wrong with him. He didn't have any illnesses or setbacks, no stutter with his communication. This was a perfectly normal boy, with the only unfortunate note being his eyes. But something must be wrong with him. Supernatural, or demonic or even...

.........

He was never trusted; his father was always nitpicking everything he did. Making sure he was 'Manly' enough, or scrutinizing his voice. Everywhere he went, he was judged, while his father held a bottle, yelling, and found another reason why he wasn't perfect, why he was a mistake, pattering insult after insult. His genuine laugh was hidden quick.

Vincent had moved out as soon as he could, hoping independence or some other bullshit would get his father off his back. Unfortunately, the rest of the world had the same opinions on his eyes, on anything that wasn't considered "socially acceptable."

Finding Alastor was a breath of fresh air.

Al has never said an insulting word about his eyes and has been utterly willing to kill assholes of all kinds. So Vincent always knew he had to keep them separated. Not because Vincent thinks Al would "defend" his honor, but because the Man Was Racist, and while Vincent had thankfully grown out of what he was taught during childhood, his father Didn't.

"Dad's visiting." He'd say over the landline, "Avoid here this week. I'll call you when it's clear." Al would understand, because as much as Vincent didn't talk about his own father, Al didn't talk about his either.

To a granted point, they both kept to the decision, Al kept away, and Vincent called when his Dad was gone, and they'd meet up, get extra drunk and bloody.

Yet.. during his 30th birthday, Vincent hadn't called after the week was over, and he hadn't been seen in public, if at all. His talk show had taken a short break for a ... "vacation."

Really, what on earth is Vincent thinking, ignoring Alastor??

[cackledtelevision]

Vincent squinted at Al's face until he heard 'deal', before his smile grew, and he pulled the feather back.

"There we goooo! Was that so hard, piglet? One minor agreement that makes sure your favorite white boy doesn't pass out tomorrow." He happily hummed, putting the feather/pen combo in his pocket.

Letting Al's feet free as he slowly climbed up Al's vessel, wrapping his arms around him as he met up face to face. He gazed lovingly at Alastor.

Grinning at the ticklish Host, leaning over to kiss his cheeks. "Hiiii~, you having fun, Ally?" He cooed, gently parting Al's bangs for him.

"Lotta loud giggles and snorts back there, you're just the cutest ticklish piggy there is!!" Vincent playfully nuzzled their noses together, before connecting their foreheads.

"One of my favorite sounds, up there with every other sound you make!"

[the-radio-ler]

Alastor immediately planted his feet into the comforter and slowly rubbed them back and forth to try and eliminate the leftover tingling.

He looked up to see Vincent's utterly sappy lovestruck look.

It made him smile softly. He looked so stupidly happy. And Alastor was happy to see that.

Seems Vincent was going to become much more openly affectionate now that they've had their talk.

Alastor was unprepared but ready. He certainly wasn't upset with what he was receiving right now, those kisses to his cheeks making him want to giggle like a teenager with a crush.

"Big talk coming from a squeaky toy as high-pitched as you." Al wriggled a finger at his upper ribs with a snicker. "Though I must admit I have a fondness for those as well. Just like those eyes."

They truly were gorgeous, weren't they? Alastor was more mesmerized each time he looked at them. What ridiculous words could ever make Vincent believe they were an ugly feature?

"We are business partners, yes, but very obviously much more than that. Much deeper. For life and beyond, I would you like you to be mine, and as long as you're mine, I will be yours. Whatever that means to us."

[cackledtelevision]

Vincent blinked, warmth flowing through his veins. That was so...

Alastor was good at speaking from the heart, from telling his genuine opinion, even if it seemed like flirting. It was more effective than flirting, because he knew that Alastor wasn't saying this shit for shits and giggles.

He loved this man.

"I uh..." Vincent's smile was utterly blinding, with a soft pink flush. "The specific claim or decree is hard to say, but I'd like that. I'd like to be Yours."

No other specifications mattered.

Vincent hummed softly, moving a hand up to gently brush Al's hair behind his ears, unintentionally tracing over the shell of his ears.

"As long as you are Mine as well, for this life, and uh.. beyond."

[the-radio-ler]

It was a wonderful moment. They were both on the same page.

They were each other's. Whatever that meant to them. It was no one else's. Only theirs.

The sweet silence was interrupted with a loud snort as Vincent's brushing behind his ears was unintentionally ticklish. Alastor covered his mouth with the back of his wrist with an annoyed flush.

Curse his stupid fucking snort-laugh. At least the one person he was close with seemed to like it for some reason.

Didn't completely erase the embarrassment, however.

[cackledtelevision]

Vincent's fond gazing was halted as he literally flinched at Al's sudden snort, eyes widening in surprise before they narrowed mischievously.

"Really now, your ears are ticklish? Oh, Doll, you're just a gem of cute little spots and noises!" He let out an excited little gasp as he shuffled his arms, bringing both of them to either side of Alastor's head.

He determinedly traced both of the ears with his finger, watching Al's face with utter focus.

"Put your wrist back in the cuff, cutie, I'm not done with youuuu!" He cooed gently, leaning over to grab Al's wrist, kissing his hand. "C'monnn, I like your face! I get to watch it now, without being a boundary-breaking weirdo!"

Being this close meant he could happily catch every adorable detail of Al's reaction to his touches.

[the-radio-ler]

Vincent’s pure joy and adoration was a delight. It was also a nice comfort to to his embarrassment of the noise he made. Why he adored his snorting so much, Alastor couldn’t say.

But he was grateful for it.

He shook his head and clamped his hand over his giant grin, not wanting to give in to Vincent’s demands.

Because when did Alastor ever make things easy for him?

But past his hand anyone could hear his giggles and snorts. He lightly tosses his head back and forth and squirmed beneath the ticklish touch.

“Pfftehehe- snrk- ehehe -snrk!”

[cackledtelevision]

"Christ, you're so ticklish!"

Vincent's eyes were soft, Alastor looked adorable like this, one could even describe him as Cute. The man who laid here, pretending to be stubborn, hiding his smile like this, while he had a grand opportunity of escape, yet didn't try to use it at all.

Vincent hummed, inching himself a tiny bit forward, his hand shifting to rest on Alastor's chin, holding the shaking head in place, gently running his thumb on the other side for some comfort. He didn't want Alastor to accidentally bonk him, after all.

Utterly gentle, Vincent slowly ran his teeth over Alastor's earlobe, grinning to himself all the while.

"Goochie goochie goooo~, does it tickle, piglet? I think it doesss! Dawwww--" Whispering into the affected ear, before he proceeds to take the ear lobe between his teeth, wiggling it between his teeth.

[the-radio-ler]

Alastor slowly stilled before Vincent's thumb elicited the smallest shiver.

A horribly shrill shriek left Alastor's mouth and his shoulder shot up to protect his poor ticklish ear as snorts and squealy laughter escaped him.

Seemed his voice could go almost as high as Vincent's, he just had to be tickled in the right places.

"Ahaha! Snrk! Ehehe- pfftaha- SNRK! Ehehehe! Hic- EHEhehehe!"

His eyes shot wide open as soon as the baby talk left Vincent's mouth and he thrashed wildly.

"SHUHUT IHIHIT -SNRK- VIHIHINCEHENT IHIHI -SNRK- SWEHEHEHEAR! HIC! DOHON'T -SNRK- FUHUHUCKING- AHA!"

[cackledtelevision]

"You know, I haven't even tickled your belly yet, and even with that factor, you're sitting here losing your marbles." Vincent purred happily into Alastor's ear, wiggling his fingers against Alastor's neck.

He slowly pulled back, shifting so he could gently grasp at Alastor's free hand, and leaned forward to wrap it back into the cuff. A tiny bit tighter this time.

"Think we should change that?" He said casually, smirking down at the giggly cannibal.

[the-radio-ler]

Alastor blinked up at Vincent then cast his gaze to the side and growled, the flush on his face clear as day.

He wasn't sure if Vincent had clocked it, but his stomach was his favorite spot to be tickled.

...but like fucking Hell he's gonna make any indication that he wants it.

"Do what you want. Tomorrow it will be paid back in kind."

[cackledtelevision]

"You'd be as evil tomorrow even if I hadn't tickled you tonight, which is why I'm getting my preemptive revenge."

Vincent quietly shuffled, laying his head on Alastor's stomach, just beneath Alastor's navel. He shifted his head to look wide-eyed at the biological feature.

"Hmmmm, you seein this Alastor? You got a cute little button of some sort on your belly!" Said in a dramatically astonished explanation. He drew the feather out of his pocket, swirling it slowly around the Naval.

"We need to make sure this little cutie is harmless, time for some exploration! Wooop!"

Talking as if Alastor was a lil baby, his amused eyes finding enjoyment for his dramatized reactions.

The feather dipped in and immediately started wiggling, swirling as Vincent made hmmmmm and hawwww sounds.

[the-radio-ler]

That fucking voice... The babying tone.

Alastor's face was burning all the way to his ears.

His eyes were wide as saucers looking at that feather, hearing his teasing cooing.

"SH-SHUTIT!" Alastor sputtered. "DON'T TALK TO ME LIKE THA-AHAHAHA! SNRK!"

Full body laughter wracked his frame amongst squeals and snorts and very colorful protests.

"FUHUCKING- SNRK! DOHOHON'T S-SOHOHOHOUND LIHIHIKE -SNRK- THAHAT! Yohohohou -hic- LIHIHIttle -snrk- shiIHIHIT! AHAHA!"

[cackledtelevision]

"Gasp!" Vincent put a hand to his face, not looking at Alastor as he stared at Al's naval. "Doll! It's a tickle button! Can you believe it!?"

Vincent pulled the feather back, inching his head closer. He fixed his glasses, glancing down at Al's naval as if he were a scientist reaching a very logistical parchment.

"I'm afraid this little button will need to be thoroughly tested." He gave Alastor a very serious look. As if he were explaining why the very loud toy needed to be taken away from a six-year-old. "Tickle buttons are projects that need to be investigated!" He declared.

Vincent sat his face on Al's belly, peering at the naval with wide theatrical eyes. His mouth was against the sensitive bit right underneath the naval, and he let out purposeful vibrations against the skin, as the feather experimentally poked at the naval.

"HMMMMMMM--" was expressed loudly through purposeful vibrations. He dipped the feather within the crevice, in and out, in and out, in and out.

Sitting up. "I'm afraid that more in-depth research will be needed!" He bared his teeth in a wide grin, playfully portraying nibbles, watching Al's face with delighted eyes.

[the-radio-ler]

Alastor was mortified. His stomach was doing flips as he tossed his head back and forth. His eyes were screwed shut. He couldn't believe this.

"AHA! SNRK! Pfftahahaha- SNRK! AHAHAHAHA! Ihihihi'm GOHOHOHOING TOHOHO -SNRRK- KIHIHIHILL YOHOHOU!"

An empty threat, but said with plenty of ferocity.

Squeals, snorts, hiccups, and shrieks of laughter filled the room and Alastor wanted both to strangle and to kiss this man currently driving him to madness.

...In depth research?

He peeked an eye open to see Vincent bare his teeth.

Both eyes shot open and he sputtered.

"VIHINCENT, dohon't yohohou DARE!"

Alastor's heart was pounding. He twitched and squirmed under his gaze.

Excitement pulsed through every vein. Fuck this was going to tickle like the dickens...

[cackledtelevision]

Vincent's face was utterly fond, even as he was threatened. He hummed softly, swirling the feather around the naval.

"What surprising threats!" He gasped, not at all surprised. "Is it possible that this tickle button encourages violence??! Well, now it has to be investigated!"

He leaned forward, pressing a kiss on either cheek, smirking at the flushed, giggly face. "Don't worry, Baby Doll, I'll save you from this meanie, icky little giggle button!" Playful taunt whispered in a babyish tone.

He pulled back, stabilizing Alastor's hips with his hands, and took in a big gulp of air, before shooting down to deliver a big ole raspberry!

"PFFFFBBBBBBBBBTTTTT--" As soon as the air had escaped, he took a small breath of needed air before nibbling the ticklish little button, smug eyes glancing up at Alastor as he did so.

Such excellent use of tax dollars for this very important research, he almost has enough data for his thesis!

[the-radio-ler]

Alastor's back arched high as a helpless ear-piercing shriek of laughter escaped him. He threw his head back and absolutely howled, cackling and snorting as hard as he was physically able.

"AAAAHAHA! SNRK! AHAHA! IHIHI CAHAHA- SNRK! VIHIHIHAHA-!"

And Vincent didn't stop. His teeth kept nibbling on his hyper-sensitive nerves.

So Al didn't stop laughing, didn't stop crying tears of mirth, didn't stop snorting for quite a while.

The longer it went on, the fuzzier his head got. Not just from breathlessness, but from a flood of laughter-driven endorphins seeping into every crease of his mind. He could barely even think aside from the fact that it tickled, leaving him a loopy giggly mess without protest or retort.

[cackledtelevision]

He knows he'll never be able to have a wedding day with this cutie, but he thinks Al's smile would look just like this.

Vincent was in focused amazement; typically, he would cease his operations by the time Alastor's squeals got ear-deafening, even if Alastor had never called for him to stop. He'd always been worried that if he went too far, Alastor would chuck him to the curb in terms of their business relationship.

But now, with his urges of physical comfort happily allowed, with Vincent happily cuddling against Alastor's form. He had the freedom to trust Alastor and have full belief in Al voicing his own displeasure, that he won't be intensely sidelined for anything without a communicative chat first.

Before Vincent moves on from the belly, he very quickly spins the feather around to the pen aspect, clicking it, and writing a very quick and gentle 'GIGGLE BUTTON ^', right below the naval.

Al only told him to quit with the pen on his feet after all, he never specified further.

Vincent, viewing the clear euphoria on Alastor's face, pulled his face away from Al's belly, shifting up to lay himself against Al's chest, face close as he continues to admire the giggling Radio Host.

The feather he was holding shifts to wiggle against Alastor's neck, not fully stopping the tickling horrors, but swapping to a lesser spot.

"Awhhhhh, does it tickle that much? Ally can't handle the ticklesss?" Vincent draws out his tease. The feather flicks against one of Alastor's ears, as Vincent plasters a small raspberry against the side of Al's neck.

"PFFFBTTT---" He hummed, gently kissing Al's tears.

"You're so adorable, I could just eat you up!" Soft cooing, as Vincent ignores the use of the feather altogether so he can gently flutter both sides of Al's neck.

Christ, he wished he could take a picture of his darling's face.

[cackledtelevision]

Thread that's a part of the murder media AU timeline!! Pre-Al death!! and Pre-Relationship, though that part will hopefully change during this specific thread!! ;3

lil bit angsty tho, cause mfs in 1900s and fucking up the egotistical white man is a fun past time, al truly made vincent into a cocky and vibrant mf <33 that's what love does ig!!

@the-radio-ler <33

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Vincent didn't talk about his parents; they weren't... physical to him in any regard during his childhood, never a character trait they typically possessed. Neither did they partake in illegal activities like Vincent did. So if Vincent compared them to himself, he was worse. Therefore, he had no right to complain.

It always came back to his eyes, their...strangeness. He'd be a perfectly overrated white man without a care in the damn world if he didn't have them, just had the simple blue or green eyes! Pick one, damn you.

Yet he didn't have normal eyes, so what else wasn't normal with him, hmmm?

Endless medical checkups for the first years of his life, his father was desperately trying to find something wrong with him. He didn't have any illnesses or setbacks, no stutter with his communication. This was a perfectly normal boy, with the only unfortunate note being his eyes. But something must be wrong with him. Supernatural, or demonic or even...

.........

He was never trusted; his father was always nitpicking everything he did. Making sure he was 'Manly' enough, or scrutinizing his voice. Everywhere he went, he was judged, while his father held a bottle, yelling, and found another reason why he wasn't perfect, why he was a mistake, pattering insult after insult. His genuine laugh was hidden quick.

Vincent had moved out as soon as he could, hoping independence or some other bullshit would get his father off his back. Unfortunately, the rest of the world had the same opinions on his eyes, on anything that wasn't considered "socially acceptable."

Finding Alastor was a breath of fresh air.

Al has never said an insulting word about his eyes and has been utterly willing to kill assholes of all kinds. So Vincent always knew he had to keep them separated. Not because Vincent thinks Al would "defend" his honor, but because the Man Was Racist, and while Vincent had thankfully grown out of what he was taught during childhood, his father Didn't.

"Dad's visiting." He'd say over the landline, "Avoid here this week. I'll call you when it's clear." Al would understand, because as much as Vincent didn't talk about his own father, Al didn't talk about his either.

To a granted point, they both kept to the decision, Al kept away, and Vincent called when his Dad was gone, and they'd meet up, get extra drunk and bloody.

Yet.. during his 30th birthday, Vincent hadn't called after the week was over, and he hadn't been seen in public, if at all. His talk show had taken a short break for a ... "vacation."

Really, what on earth is Vincent thinking, ignoring Alastor??

[cackledtelevision]

Vincent squinted at Al's face until he heard 'deal', before his smile grew, and he pulled the feather back.

"There we goooo! Was that so hard, piglet? One minor agreement that makes sure your favorite white boy doesn't pass out tomorrow." He happily hummed, putting the feather/pen combo in his pocket.

Letting Al's feet free as he slowly climbed up Al's vessel, wrapping his arms around him as he met up face to face. He gazed lovingly at Alastor.

Grinning at the ticklish Host, leaning over to kiss his cheeks. "Hiiii~, you having fun, Ally?" He cooed, gently parting Al's bangs for him.

"Lotta loud giggles and snorts back there, you're just the cutest ticklish piggy there is!!" Vincent playfully nuzzled their noses together, before connecting their foreheads.

"One of my favorite sounds, up there with every other sound you make!"

[the-radio-ler]

Alastor immediately planted his feet into the comforter and slowly rubbed them back and forth to try and eliminate the leftover tingling.

He looked up to see Vincent's utterly sappy lovestruck look.

It made him smile softly. He looked so stupidly happy. And Alastor was happy to see that.

Seems Vincent was going to become much more openly affectionate now that they've had their talk.

Alastor was unprepared but ready. He certainly wasn't upset with what he was receiving right now, those kisses to his cheeks making him want to giggle like a teenager with a crush.

"Big talk coming from a squeaky toy as high-pitched as you." Al wriggled a finger at his upper ribs with a snicker. "Though I must admit I have a fondness for those as well. Just like those eyes."

They truly were gorgeous, weren't they? Alastor was more mesmerized each time he looked at them. What ridiculous words could ever make Vincent believe they were an ugly feature?

"We are business partners, yes, but very obviously much more than that. Much deeper. For life and beyond, I would you like you to be mine, and as long as you're mine, I will be yours. Whatever that means to us."

[cackledtelevision]

Vincent blinked, warmth flowing through his veins. That was so...

Alastor was good at speaking from the heart, from telling his genuine opinion, even if it seemed like flirting. It was more effective than flirting, because he knew that Alastor wasn't saying this shit for shits and giggles.

He loved this man.

"I uh..." Vincent's smile was utterly blinding, with a soft pink flush. "The specific claim or decree is hard to say, but I'd like that. I'd like to be Yours."

No other specifications mattered.

Vincent hummed softly, moving a hand up to gently brush Al's hair behind his ears, unintentionally tracing over the shell of his ears.

"As long as you are Mine as well, for this life, and uh.. beyond."

[the-radio-ler]

It was a wonderful moment. They were both on the same page.

They were each other's. Whatever that meant to them. It was no one else's. Only theirs.

The sweet silence was interrupted with a loud snort as Vincent's brushing behind his ears was unintentionally ticklish. Alastor covered his mouth with the back of his wrist with an annoyed flush.

Curse his stupid fucking snort-laugh. At least the one person he was close with seemed to like it for some reason.

Didn't completely erase the embarrassment, however.

[cackledtelevision]

Vincent's fond gazing was halted as he literally flinched at Al's sudden snort, eyes widening in surprise before they narrowed mischievously.

"Really now, your ears are ticklish? Oh, Doll, you're just a gem of cute little spots and noises!" He let out an excited little gasp as he shuffled his arms, bringing both of them to either side of Alastor's head.

He determinedly traced both of the ears with his finger, watching Al's face with utter focus.

"Put your wrist back in the cuff, cutie, I'm not done with youuuu!" He cooed gently, leaning over to grab Al's wrist, kissing his hand. "C'monnn, I like your face! I get to watch it now, without being a boundary-breaking weirdo!"

Being this close meant he could happily catch every adorable detail of Al's reaction to his touches.

[the-radio-ler]

Vincent’s pure joy and adoration was a delight. It was also a nice comfort to to his embarrassment of the noise he made. Why he adored his snorting so much, Alastor couldn’t say.

But he was grateful for it.

He shook his head and clamped his hand over his giant grin, not wanting to give in to Vincent’s demands.

Because when did Alastor ever make things easy for him?

But past his hand anyone could hear his giggles and snorts. He lightly tosses his head back and forth and squirmed beneath the ticklish touch.

“Pfftehehe- snrk- ehehe -snrk!”

[cackledtelevision]

"Christ, you're so ticklish!"

Vincent's eyes were soft, Alastor looked adorable like this, one could even describe him as Cute. The man who laid here, pretending to be stubborn, hiding his smile like this, while he had a grand opportunity of escape, yet didn't try to use it at all.

Vincent hummed, inching himself a tiny bit forward, his hand shifting to rest on Alastor's chin, holding the shaking head in place, gently running his thumb on the other side for some comfort. He didn't want Alastor to accidentally bonk him, after all.

Utterly gentle, Vincent slowly ran his teeth over Alastor's earlobe, grinning to himself all the while.

"Goochie goochie goooo~, does it tickle, piglet? I think it doesss! Dawwww--" Whispering into the affected ear, before he proceeds to take the ear lobe between his teeth, wiggling it between his teeth.

[the-radio-ler]

Alastor slowly stilled before Vincent's thumb elicited the smallest shiver.

A horribly shrill shriek left Alastor's mouth and his shoulder shot up to protect his poor ticklish ear as snorts and squealy laughter escaped him.

Seemed his voice could go almost as high as Vincent's, he just had to be tickled in the right places.

"Ahaha! Snrk! Ehehe- pfftaha- SNRK! Ehehehe! Hic- EHEhehehe!"

His eyes shot wide open as soon as the baby talk left Vincent's mouth and he thrashed wildly.

"SHUHUT IHIHIT -SNRK- VIHIHINCEHENT IHIHI -SNRK- SWEHEHEHEAR! HIC! DOHON'T -SNRK- FUHUHUCKING- AHA!"

[cackledtelevision]

"You know, I haven't even tickled your belly yet, and even with that factor, you're sitting here losing your marbles." Vincent purred happily into Alastor's ear, wiggling his fingers against Alastor's neck.

He slowly pulled back, shifting so he could gently grasp at Alastor's free hand, and leaned forward to wrap it back into the cuff. A tiny bit tighter this time.

"Think we should change that?" He said casually, smirking down at the giggly cannibal.

[the-radio-ler]

Alastor blinked up at Vincent then cast his gaze to the side and growled, the flush on his face clear as day.

He wasn't sure if Vincent had clocked it, but his stomach was his favorite spot to be tickled.

...but like fucking Hell he's gonna make any indication that he wants it.

"Do what you want. Tomorrow it will be paid back in kind."

[cackledtelevision]

"You'd be as evil tomorrow even if I hadn't tickled you tonight, which is why I'm getting my preemptive revenge."

Vincent quietly shuffled, laying his head on Alastor's stomach, just beneath Alastor's navel. He shifted his head to look wide-eyed at the biological feature.

"Hmmmm, you seein this Alastor? You got a cute little button of some sort on your belly!" Said in a dramatically astonished explanation. He drew the feather out of his pocket, swirling it slowly around the Naval.

"We need to make sure this little cutie is harmless, time for some exploration! Wooop!"

Talking as if Alastor was a lil baby, his amused eyes finding enjoyment for his dramatized reactions.

The feather dipped in and immediately started wiggling, swirling as Vincent made hmmmmm and hawwww sounds.

[the-radio-ler]

That fucking voice... The babying tone.

Alastor's face was burning all the way to his ears.

His eyes were wide as saucers looking at that feather, hearing his teasing cooing.

"SH-SHUTIT!" Alastor sputtered. "DON'T TALK TO ME LIKE THA-AHAHAHA! SNRK!"

Full body laughter wracked his frame amongst squeals and snorts and very colorful protests.

"FUHUCKING- SNRK! DOHOHON'T S-SOHOHOHOUND LIHIHIKE -SNRK- THAHAT! Yohohohou -hic- LIHIHIttle -snrk- shiIHIHIT! AHAHA!"

[cackledtelevision]

"Gasp!" Vincent put a hand to his face, not looking at Alastor as he stared at Al's naval. "Doll! It's a tickle button! Can you believe it!?"

Vincent pulled the feather back, inching his head closer. He fixed his glasses, glancing down at Al's naval as if he were a scientist reaching a very logistical parchment.

"I'm afraid this little button will need to be thoroughly tested." He gave Alastor a very serious look. As if he were explaining why the very loud toy needed to be taken away from a six-year-old. "Tickle buttons are projects that need to be investigated!" He declared.

Vincent sat his face on Al's belly, peering at the naval with wide theatrical eyes. His mouth was against the sensitive bit right underneath the naval, and he let out purposeful vibrations against the skin, as the feather experimentally poked at the naval.

"HMMMMMMM--" was expressed loudly through purposeful vibrations. He dipped the feather within the crevice, in and out, in and out, in and out.

Sitting up. "I'm afraid that more in-depth research will be needed!" He bared his teeth in a wide grin, playfully portraying nibbles, watching Al's face with delighted eyes.

[the-radio-ler]

Alastor was mortified. His stomach was doing flips as he tossed his head back and forth. His eyes were screwed shut. He couldn't believe this.

"AHA! SNRK! Pfftahahaha- SNRK! AHAHAHAHA! Ihihihi'm GOHOHOHOING TOHOHO -SNRRK- KIHIHIHILL YOHOHOU!"

An empty threat, but said with plenty of ferocity.

Squeals, snorts, hiccups, and shrieks of laughter filled the room and Alastor wanted both to strangle and to kiss this man currently driving him to madness.

...In depth research?

He peeked an eye open to see Vincent bare his teeth.

Both eyes shot open and he sputtered.

"VIHINCENT, dohon't yohohou DARE!"

Alastor's heart was pounding. He twitched and squirmed under his gaze.

Excitement pulsed through every vein. Fuck this was going to tickle like the dickens...

[cackledtelevision]

Vincent's face was utterly fond, even as he was threatened. He hummed softly, swirling the feather around the naval.

"What surprising threats!" He gasped, not at all surprised. "Is it possible that this tickle button encourages violence??! Well, now it has to be investigated!"

He leaned forward, pressing a kiss on either cheek, smirking at the flushed, giggly face. "Don't worry, Baby Doll, I'll save you from this meanie, icky little giggle button!" Playful taunt whispered in a babyish tone.

He pulled back, stabilizing Alastor's hips with his hands, and took in a big gulp of air, before shooting down to deliver a big ole raspberry!

"PFFFFBBBBBBBBBTTTTT--" As soon as the air had escaped, he took a small breath of needed air before nibbling the ticklish little button, smug eyes glancing up at Alastor as he did so.

Such excellent use of tax dollars for this very important research, he almost has enough data for his thesis!

[the-radio-ler]

thread set in the murder media au!! though not within its universe's canonical timeline, as supernatural things of origin are going to occur and blow Vincent's mind waaaay before he's scripted to learn about em, and that's just entirely way too soon!!

So, official!relationship, pre-al-death, pre-vince death! but not canon :3

@cackledtelevision

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Vincent's car sputtered as he slowed it to a stop. Vincent mindlessly took the keys out of his ignition as he turned it off. Letting out a breath of fresh air, his eyes shut closed as he took in the reality and peace that he was finally home.

It had been a long work day, nothing majorly crazy in terms of rude idiots, just taxing. The man ran a hand through his hair, smoothing out the gel that had been making his hair lose shape ever since he got out of work.

His eyes flicked open, and he hopefully scanned the house, smile twitching as he spotted the turned-on lights.

Alastor was here.

Vincent didn't waste another second as he got out of his car, speedily walking toward his front door, and opened the unlocked door. He closed it and locked it behind him, pulling his suit jacket off his back to put onto the coat hook.

"Alastor! I'm homeeee!" He sang in a chipper tune, he didn't smell food being cooked...

hm...

what's the Radio Host up to this afternoon?

Alastor had a plan.

It's something he thought of months ago, but only just now had what he needed to carry out.

And now that he was ready, he sat in wait at Vincent's house.

Once that door clicked open, Alastor stood from the table he was reading a newspaper at. He set down the paper and held up the other item that was waiting with him, to show it off to his target.

So the sight that greeted poor tired Vincent when he got home on this random Wednesday was Alastor standing in the foyer with a belt in his hand, narrow eyes, and a devious smile, saying: "Get on your bed, now. Top off. I have something I want to try."

Because why beat around the bush? Or give context of any kind?

[cackledtelevision]

Vincent froze in the midst of shoving his keys in his pocket. He stared for what felt like minutes at the display in front of him, shoving down his stupid human instincts of flight or bite.

"Welcome Home to you, too," he muttered, shoving his shoes off.

Alastor wasn't about that life, and if he suddenly expanded his sadistic urges about Vincent from Beyond Tickling, then Vincent should have been made aware like... Yesterday.

Cause... he's down with some things... but he knows Alastor's skill with this shit....

"Doll, I adore you, but you've gotta assure me that you aren't about to smack me around like I'm some Broad . Your energy is very... all over the place." Vincent waved his hand around before placing it on his hip with a raised eyebrow.

Not moving toward Alastor, he shuffled halfway into the bathroom, where he grabbed one of the wet wipes to dab at his face, getting his freckle makeup off. He kept a sharp eye on Alastor as he did so.

[the-radio-ler]

The only reason Al didn't have some strong words about him not immediately obeying was that he stopped to take off his makeup, which is how Alastor preferred him anyway.

"I assure you, you're going to be nothing but smiles and laughs. Now on the bed. It's getting cold."

Somehow net negative context.

Alastor figured that would be enough to send a message about the basis of this, while still keeping an air of mystery.

More than an air.

He promptly left for the bedroom and began looping the belt through the headboard as they usually did for restraints.

If Vincent wasn't there in .03 seconds he was going to make this whole thing even worse for him...

[cackledtelevision]

...Hm.

Vincent quietly used the other side of the wipe to run it through his hair to get his excess gel. He considered Alastor's words as he did, frowning to himself.

Alastor has professed in the past that he doesn't like the thought of Vincent dying or Alastor being the one to personally kill him. It's a mighty sentimental change compared to the first few years of their partnership, where Vincent was one day convinced Al would eat him for lunch.

...Despite the jarring message, Vincent trusts his partner to not do anything too crazy without communicating to him first.

So, he drops off the wipe, and unbuttons his shirt as he makes his way into the bedroom, dropping off his shirt into the hamper. He glances at Alastor's belt technique and with all the trust in his heart, sits on the bed.

Lack of a repartee... Nerves brewing.

"Usually you're less mysterious than this... just a .. mood, or something...?" He asks, lying on his back and in his usual long frame, bringing his arms up toward Alastor for him to cuff.

[the-radio-ler]

Alastor wasted not a second more before buckling the belt around Vincent's wrists and strapping them tight. Not too tight, they'd done this enough times for Alastor to know the exact notch to use to keep Vincent firmly but not painfully restrained.

Vincent's trust in him was beautiful... and entertaining. The man would walk off a cliff and see the drop coming as long as Alastor told him it was safe.

Luckily for Vincent, Alastor actually cared about him and had no interest in abusing the trust they'd carefully built together.

Vincent's question went unanswered. Instead, Alastor reached into the night stand on the other side of the bed and pulled out a mason jar. Vincent didn't need to know the contents. It was a mixture with a long list of ingredients that Alastor had spent far too long acquiring.

He unscrewed the lid, took a dollop onto his index and middle finger, and plopped the substance on Vincent's chest. He then began drawing a very specific design he'd memorized. A sigil. It was a rather complicated one. He made sure to get his details right.

The substance was like mud or some type of sludge, thick and viscous, not prone to dripping. It was a deep crimson and a warm temperature. No human senses would be able to immediately identify its origin, or even a single ingredient.

But with the context of the two's shared hobby, blood was probably a safe guess.

"Don't move, or else I won't be very nice once we get started."

Alastor's smile was large and manic as it typically was when he indulged in his occult hobbies. Though this smile was more than manic, it was giddy and excited for what was to come.

[cackledtelevision]

These two were the ones who watched each other's backs when it came to their passions for murdering Assholes. There had to be this base, unyielding trust when you've literally saved your darling from potential death and destruction. Vincent did have immense trust and faith in Alastor's lead.

Nonetheless, while he did have continued faith and trust in Al's Lead, he also could be understandably alarmed about Alastor's large amount of shenanigans that were also a piece of the puzzle that was Alastor's usual itinerary.

Case and point, whatever the Fuck This Was.

His head lifted as he stared with wide eyes at the Strangest Goop He's Ever Seen. Which is wild, because Vincent has seen some goop in his days! He stayed still, eyes snapping between the goop and Alastor's face, bro???

He didn't believe in Alastor's personal thoughts on the afterlife, mostly because of his daddy issues and refusal to be connected to Christianity while he got over those issues, but he could See that His Father and Alastor had the same Beliefs, just different steps.

"I'm not giving you my soul, nor my organs through... ritual sacrifice? Get 'em the old-fashioned way if you're so desperate." He attempted to joke, but Worry and Concern were still very verbal through his exclamation.

[the-radio-ler]

He refused to answer anymore questions until he was finished.

Which was right after he said the trigger.

His pupils grew larger and darker with a twinkle of red deep in depths.

"Augmenter la sensibilité."

Vincent would immediately feel a rush of tingling radiating from the sigil out to the rest of his body. He would feel each fold of clothing. Each bead of sweat.

Alastor's smile was ear to ear.

The substance on his chest had a slight glow so he knew it worked.

Alastor laughed loudly to himself while Vincent processed the feeling. Once he tapered off his laugh he sighed and pressed a gentle kiss to Vincent's forehead.

"I apologize for keeping you in the dark so long, darling. I could see you sweating."

Alastor licked one of the drips of sweat from the man's forehead. He leaned back and licked his lips with a grin.

"Sigils have many uses. Pain. Power. Pleasure. Or a combination. So if someone perhaps perfected one centuries ago to increase the sensitivity of torture victims, I suppose someone with different motives could increase their partner's sense of touch years later for... a good laugh?"

He fluttered a single finger on Vincent's lower rib for a mere second.

"We've toyed with something before. Certain things naturally increase sensitivity with no magic needed. Nervousness, anticipation... anxiety."

Alastor giggled.

"Telling you nothing left you quite an anxious mess. That fear served as natural fuel for this spell here." Al tapped his index finger into the glowing sigil. "Sorry about that. But you did look downright adorable so wide-eyed and hesitant... And yet you were still so trusting. I'm honored to have earned that from you."

[cackledtelevision]

Vincent was raised in New Orleans, his Dad never bothered to teach him more than English, but he was around the french community enough to slowly get Context Clues and understand the language.

He couldn't speak it himself; he was terrible with the pronunciation.

His eyebrows furrowed further, before the rush of the spell flowed through him, causing an immediate physical shiver. Vincent could have argued to himself that it was the reaction to seeing Alastor's eyes.

The redness within them was incredibly stunning, and looked almost Natural for the man whose current intense fixation on him was fitted with a Cheshire smile. Vincent, if this were any other circumstance, would be attempting to kiss the shit out of this man.

Despite the rather crazy lick he recieved .

Unfortunately, his attraction for Alastor and his apparent power were shoved to the side for more Important topics of conversation, like... RITUAL MAGIC WORKING??? and HELL BEING REAL???

"w-what the fuck..."

But what absolutely took the cake was the sensation of suddenly feeling So Much at once. Vincent shifted against the bed; the feeling of the bed covers moving against his back was a texture nightmare. As well as the feeling of Clothing in general, the rigid coolness of his jeans made him feel somehow claustrophobic, even though he'd been wearing these pants all damn day.

The cuffs, twitching against his wrists, the mere existence of his hair, the constant reminder that he was wearing glasses, even the blush against his face was so warm--

"M-MPHH--SNRRK--"

Shit, that tickled so badly??? What the hell?? He flinched desperately against the bed, wincing as the mere pulling on his arms.

His eyes, having fallen to stare at the bright sigil and check to make sure he hadn't, like... grown a tail or something, turned his head to stare wide-eyed at Alastor.

This... wasn't the most Insane thing Al had ever done, the dude was a cannibal for christs sake... but..

Vincent huffed in a soft chuckle, shifting against the bed to try to get comfortable, failing desperately at the notion.

"Only you would use a ritualistic spell made for the intent of Literal Torture to instead be used as a tickling device."

Despite the shock, he sounded fond, before he froze at the hidden probable intent, he immediately glared at Alastor.

"Hold on, D-Do NOT touch my pits with this on, I'm-- I'm so serious about that." He took a shaky breath.

The feeling of socks was uncomfortable; he desperately moved to shuffle them off his own feet with his own legs, the air beneath was a nice benefit, before--

all the blankets had the WORST texture in the universe what the shit--

Religious and Moral implications aside, if one were thinking on a romantic stand point... this was actually Very romantic. Perhaps the bar is in hell, but that's exactly where he and Al are apparently Going .

"Just-- tell me that it's reversible at least, please? Or-- has a time limit?? Or not permanent? I suddenly hate every choice I've ever made about these damned blankets, holy moly--"

Vincent kicked off the top blanket from beneath him, before grimacing as he Also didn't like the Next blanket choice. The man whined in soft frustration.

Focus on Al, not the blankets, hes the one with the actual power to destroy you .

"Just-- promise If i say screw off, you'll screw off? Cause-- I trust you, but doll..." He managed to pout up at his evil partner.

He does not have faith in his own energy.

[the-radio-ler]

Well that was a reaction indeed! His anxiety must’ve been quite high to power it up this much. This was going to go swimmingly…

“I can end it at anytime with a single word. And do you need another blanket to lay upon? I don’t want anything on your mind except you laughing yourself silly.”

He pressed the softest kiss to Vincent’s lips. He pulled back with a gentle expression.

“And no pits for today. I don’t want you passing out on me. The main point of this is to explore different spots. Just shout ‘mercy’ and I’ll stop, understand?”

Alastor leaned back over to the nightstand and pulled out two objects Alastor was all too familiar with.

A feather and one of Vincent’s makeup brushes. They used it for tickling so often they bought multiple. This was the fluffiest and softest one. Clean and ready to tickle. He showed them off proudly with a devious look.

[cackledtelevision]

Promising no murder on his pits?? His shoulders settle, thank god .

In a matter of Yeah, That's How That Works, the kiss was.... excellent, even within its short time limit. When Alastor pulled away, Vincent felt like he had been kissed for like... five minutes, in a short daze about the entire thing, he let out a small blissful hum, blinking slowly.

"If you could just pull back the blankets so I'm lying on the sheets? The softness of these blankets is a constant agitation, I swear I'm feeling every inch of the fluff--ohhhh I get it now."

Vincent's eyes lingered on the tools, the tools he had been so happy to constantly use on Alastor. While in usual circumstances, the use of these tools was productive, but usually for soft giggles. Fingers and hair brushes had always been much more effective.

…Knowing the feeling of texture that was already such a vibrant feeling for him, this... this was gonna be an experience.

Vincent's smile was shy as he lay there; the sound of his heart pounding in his chest was much louder in his ears. Despite the tumble of his brain, he understood that he was safe and fine.

He shuffled and stretched his belly, mainly so that Alastor could easily retrieve the fluffy blankets, half to be a menace toward what was Clearly Alastor's agenda for this thing.

"I understand, but imagine the fact that you need black magic so that I squeal as loudly as you do." He smirked, getting his taunts out early, not knowing the exact state of his coherent mind while being wrecked.

His eyes, now officially less Spooked, looked extremely giddy.

[the-radio-ler]

After setting the tools aside, Alastor slowly slid the blanket out from underneath Vincent. Once it was out, he fluttered his index finger on his belly with a snicker. "You can lay back down now, Squeaks."

"And, Guppy, squealing and squeaking is your thing. Even when I don't touch your pits, your ribs alone have you hitting high notes I had to be trained to hit for singing!" Alastor held the back of his wrist to his mouth as he laughed. Then he paused as something occurred to him. "Hm, that's an idea. I don't think I've heard your singing voice yet, dear. We should try that. AFTER I pick you apart nerve by nerve."

Alastor leaned down and placed a kiss to Vincent's belly, something the man had done to him many times. He spoke into the skin, letting his vibrations do some of the tickling for him.

"Try not to laugh as much as you can, okay? I want to see how much you're able to resist when you have this spell on you."

Then he sat back up, placed a single index finger down, and began lightly skimming it in large circles around his navel.

"I'll have you laugh freely in a moment. But try your best for now."

[cackledtelevision]

"PFFFFT--" Vincent shoved his stomach back down with a squeak, eager to learn that the sheet texture didn't Suck when sticking against his back. He could now focus on much more important things, his Doom.

For instance, how badly the fluttering touch tickled.

It was like an electric shock rushing through his system, the nerves abundantly flaring, but... he also felt strangely energized, like there was an equal force driving to keep him manageably sane and alive to experience such things. Heart beating out of his chest to feed him the urge to experience More.

It made sense, this shit was Made for torture, they wanted the victims to be alive for as long as possible, yeah? He hoped that meant his lungs were more competent.

"B-Bad idea, I am a horrible singEHEHER--" Vincent's belly quivered against the vibrations, yet Vincent dutifully listened to command as soon as he understood the message, shutting his mouth shut in an audible snap of his teeth.

"mmhmhmmhmmhmmmhmmhm---" Vincent's desperate humming squeal within his mumbled lips, they shook against the trapped cell they were in. His eyes squeezed shut, the gentle outer touch just That Ticklish that it took so much concentration to keep his mouth closed.

quivering belly, between its little shakes, desperate small breaths, and his small shifts to shuffle away from the barely touching fingers. Biting the inside of his mouth to keep all noises inside, not noticing the small bit of blood on the corner of his mouth.

He needs to learn how to draw and speak french, if only to get the chance to ruin Al's barely ticklish pits with this booster .

[the-radio-ler]

Alastor's grin was satisfied and intrigued, sitting happily on his face as he stared down at his prey.

"Interesting."

He kept circling, eager to see if his resilience would hold steady or degrade over time.

"I doubt you're that terrible. Your voice is powerful and has promise. You could possibly be tone deaf but we could work around that." Alastor cocked his head and spoke with feux-sadness. "What? You don't want to sing with me?"

The idea of singing with Vincent was appealing. It was now stuck in his brain and he wasn't one to let things like this go.

Alastor sang near constantly. It was a staple of his radio show, he performed at jazz clubs in combination with his piano-playing, he was always singing or humming a tune when cooking or taking care of the house, nights alone in the bayou were never silent, his voice would always melodically intertwine with the songs of cicadas and toads, it was part of who he was.

And everything he was, he shared with Vincent in some way.

He dropped his pitiful act with a chuckle. After a few more circles he lifted his hands and reached over to hold up the feather and makeup brush.

"I'll let you choose since you've been so good. Which one to start with?"

[cackledtelevision]

Despite Al's positive spin on his voice, the frantically wiggling Late Night Host still shook his head from side to side, denying the possibility of a duet with him and Alastor. No matter how much he would genuinely adore the concept.

Vince has sang, that's just something you Do when it comes to being an entertainer. He's been taught by voice coaches, who attempt to persuade him to sing in his natural voice and tone, repeating that the higher tones are much smoother for him

Vincent, with constant insecurities, tried to voice that he was also good with deeper tones, but his coaches always disapproved. He hated his official singing voice, as well as the constant teasing he got from his fellow men. He's rather glad that Al wasn't aware.

The man shook desperately within the cuffs, the soft tickles were nightmarishly sensitive. Vincent wished he could say he could hate it, even as his throat burned with the need to release more than a few squeaky sounds.

As soon as Alastor pulled his hand up, Vincent let out a sound of pure giggling relief, muscles untensing immediately as he let out intense breaths. He blinked to himself as he licked up the blood from the side of his lip.

Eye's catching, he knew both of them were bad, but the brush was evil in its sensitivity. Vincent let out a small scoff, as if he'd ever pick the brush, did Al think he was crazy??

He took deep breaths before responding, the urge to bait was high.

"F-Feather. Do you still expect m-me to hold back my l-laughs?" He asked in inquiry, before automatically tensing, even as he spoke again, smile cocky. "If this is your sensitivity usually, you must really love this spot, c-cause you let m-me attack it for so long~!"

[cackledtelevision]

SET IN THE MURDERMEDIA ALTERNATE UNIVERSE, with the context of Vincent's dumbass fuckin Dying in an incredibly embarrassing way . Added inclusions of New Body Dysphoria, Shock about Death and Hell, and trying to not get jumped before he even finds Alastor.

with eventual @the-radio-ler and the lovely @rosie-the-nibbler being a lovely gossipy cannibal/safe place!!!

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Vincent's 47th birthday was around the corner, and perhaps, just Perhaps, he was having an impulsive breakdown about the idea. It's hard to be patient about the idea of Aging, when he knows that he has so much waiting for him when he Finally gets downstairs.

Who the hell would spend the rest of their lives toiling away behind a desk? When he knew if he decided to indulge in some reckless driving, he would see his beloved again? Permanently this time? It was hard to be psyched for the life he spent killing for...

....when everything that made it worth it died years ago.

But, he and Alastor had a bet, you see.

Darling Al thought Vincent would die stupidly, though some silly means that would leave Vince's sinner form being something incredibly pathetic. Perhaps a rat or, hopefully, some small prey animal. Leaving Alastor with all the more sinner-bought tickle spots for Alastor to quite happily tease for the rest of time itself.

While Vincent, playfully teasing, poked at Alastor's tail to remind him of a death that could never be topped in terms of "pathetic energy." Told his beau that his death would be cool as Hell, probably from some sort of Shark. Where Vincent could walk down into Hell, all suave, and smirk at the Radio Demon with sharp teeth, and incredibly sick fins.

They both agreed that a death from old age would be stupid, and way too long a time, and that by then, Vincent should drown in his drool.

So, Vincent was rather bored! He needed flare and entertainment to keep him continuously willing to stay alive!

He needed to be absolutely enthralled with his business and its people. He wanted them to be invested in their monopoly, to be willing to follow him into the depths of a brighter future of change, to be willing to tap into the thought of colored televisions and jokes that were Actual Jokes instead of insults.

Today's network meeting with a number of his employees took place within one of Vincent's sillier ideas. He truly wanted people to be hype for the shift to Colored Television. To be enthralled as they took the steps to be one of the first networks to shift their broadcasts.

So he themed it! With water! With the idea that they were being "baptized" with the brighter and brand new entertainment. Why, all the televisions in the room managed to be updated with the influence of the colors on the screen! His own heart surged when he witnessed two of Alastor's main colors on the screen.

Red and Black... he needs to get ready for date night soon.

With water on his pretty suit, he stood on a chair, a pure thrill in his words as he pronounced to an intensely enthused audience about how Bright their world would be. They believed him, watching the colored screens in awe, watching Him.

It felt worth it, to be alive.

Then, within the blink of an eye, and a MOUNTAIN of pain, screaming with every vocal chord, every nerve being Literally Set to its Max Pain. Vincent was in an entirely different place.

He immediately knew where the hell he was; obviously, he wasn't stupid, but the shock of fucking death from being electrocuted, of all things, wasn't making him immediately capable of being excited. His back hit a nearby wall, bashing something, but he wasn't quite sure. Everything seemed muted to him.

The air smelled of smoke, of blood, of substances. The sounds around him of screams and destruction, of people Just Like Him. Vincent could barely take it in. How could he? When.. When the shift, of the vessel was incredibly jarring.

He joked all the time of being a sinner's form that would feel like himself. Currently, he did not feel like himself in the slightest.

He pulled himself together and looked at a nearby surface to take a look at himself, letting out a sharp gasp at what he saw.

Boy was he fucking glad that it was a colored television that fell on his head.

He... He had a goddamn CRT on his head; it was moderately heavy. With fucking big dumb bug eyes and easily told emotions. It made him feel sick. He would look like this for the rest of his life?? Where are the shark fins? The immediate suave energy?? How is he even breathing right now?? Fuck, it at least looked like he had sharp teeth, but...

Frankly, Alastor would think he was pitiful .

and what the Hell is he wearing?? He was in the most expensive suit of his life, excuse you!! Why is he wearing a fucking sweater vest?? He poked the antennae with a small grumble. He just killed so many people, he can feel the power within his control, so where the hell is the recognition??

"Where the fuck is Vincent??" One of his angry employees called out amongst the confused Crowd. "I'm gonna kill him again, who the hell puts electric shit in the midst of a goddamn body of water!"

Ah, maybe it was a great time to not look like Vincent.

Right, Game Plan, what did Al say again--?

"So." Alastor smirked at him, grabbing a pen and a pencil. "When you show up in Hell, it's gonna be scary and confusing, So heres--"

Vincent rolled his eyes. "I'm a Serial Killer, I'll be fine!"

Alastor's ears twitched as he drew on the page, drawing the outline of some strange little area. "So when you get there, you'll want to head to Cannibal Town, find 'Rosie', she'll be able to contact me to get you, She'll be basely aware of who you are! Got it dear?"

Alastor finished the design of a somewhat peaceful little floral town, with the main outline being a descriptively drawn building titled 'Rosie's Emporium.'

Along with the drawing of buildings is a sketched drawing of a lady in a big hat, big dress, with Big teeth. Apparently, the lady named Rosie. Vincent glanced down at the page, training the crude drawing done by a demon whose hands were too big for a pencil, training the idea of it to memory.

Vincent slowly nodded. "...Got it."

Easier said than done, Vincent took a deep breath from somewhere, metaphorically entered his big boy pants, and quickly speed walked down the sidewalk. His eyes filled with determination and flare, hoping that it gave him enough leeway to not be fucked with.

Still, even with all his knowledge about the place, Hell was still marvelously chaotic. With all the publicly enthused chaos... He couldn't wait to watch the entertainment by Alastor's side.

Christ, walking through murder and death was difficult, he envied Alastor and his ability to teleport places. What would Vincent's power be?? TV's??? This place was so damn void of technology, it would be fucking Years before Vincent could have any damn leeway!!

'Cannibal District' Oh thank shit.

Feeling his tense energy loosen up as he sped walked toward the sighted Emporium, Vincent opened the doors, marveling at the fact that something in hell fucking Jingled Politely when it opened. He stood in a thankfully small line, waiting for his turn.

...He thinks this is the crude drawing of the teeth lady.

Stepping up to @rosie-the-nibbler as the last Sinner finally fucked off, he smiled politely, unsure if CEO Charm would work with her. Choosing to stick with 'shy minion idiot' that worked with Al for so long. He felt like one of those right now, with electricity still frying his living brain.

"...Excuse me, ma'am, you are Rosie, correct? I was told to contact you once I died, I'm uh-- Vincent..." He placed his hands together, blinking at how awkwardly his claws felt .

Big awkward smile, he had no clue how it looked on this dumb screen !!!

[cackledtelevision]

"Ah, there we goooo! The return of my favorite piglet! Aren't you delightfully squeaky!" He gently cooed, grabbing a brush from the pile to gently flutter it over Al's pads.

Poke poke poke .

"I'm gonna unlock my powers real damn fast, babe, so I can tickle you with probable abilities that would make you lose your marbles, we have allllll of the rest of our afterlives for me to learn how to quickly destroy you."

He playfully purred, leaning over the side of the couch to smirk down at the rigid lee.

Before taking steps over to Al's direct side, where he leaned over and gently fluttered his long and sharp claws against the Deer's fur, glancing at him every so often to make sure none of it hurt in the slightest.

"Technology will become so advanced that I'm sure I'll be able to wreck you by just thinking about it, one day~."

[the-radio-ler]

Al's laughter rapidly increased in pitch and strength until he was properly cackling.

If Vincent compared him to a pig one more time, he was gonna....

"Y-YOHOHOU'RE THEHEHE- SNRK- SQUEHEHEHEAKY TOHOHOY, HEHEHERE! SNRK! hic- YOHOHOUR TRUHUHUE LAHAHAUGH COHOHOULD PEHEHEAK AHAHANY MIHIHIC!"

He bleated when his side quivered at the ticklish fluttering, followed by a snort and laughter of a lessening pitch and intensity.

"Keheheep dreheheaming, Guhuhuppy. snrk- Ihihihi'll ahahalways hahave thehe ahahadvantage. You- hic- Yohohou neheheheeded ahaha deheheal juhuhust toho gehehet thihihis ohohopportunity, ahaha deal- snrk- Ihihi handed tohoho you ohohon aahaha sihihilver plahahatter."

[cackledtelevision]

"Yeah, exactly! I didn't even suggest anything about wrecking you! You did that all on your own, making a deal just so You would have the chance for this! So desperate to be wrecked by me, piglet."

He pulled himself on top of Alastor, sitting on Al's thighs, he hoped this form wasn't too heavy..

"To have your lovely, handsome--"

He blinked at this. Was he still considered handsome in this form?? Before quickly shaking his head, leaning closer to Boop Al's nose.

"--and charitable boyfriend give you the desired wrecking of your dreams!" Wide grin.

"Now... Let me know if this is uncomfortable at all, but.. I think.."

Vincent rested his hand over Alastor's furry belly, small zips of minor electricity shot out of his claws, fizzing over Alastor's fur and sending it straight up on edge again, like he had accidentally done earlier.

"I can see your belly! How cute!" He leaned forward, focused on his task as he both gently petted over the furs, wondering if it affected the ticklishness, and gently fluttered his clawed, sharp tips over the skin itself, circling his claws around the naval.

Testing season, of course, barely paying attention to the timer, he was sure he could make a deal to extend it, this was Al-Lee, after all.

"Gosh, imagine if I died first, remember how bad your human belly used to be? My claws would send you into a giggle coma!"

[the-radio-ler]

A high-pitched squeal escaped him at the electric zaps. Oh it was maddening. An unbearable ticklish tingling over his tummy that sent him thrashing and kicking up a storm.

The claws cause his whole body to stiffen.

After becoming part-deer, his belly had become so much more tender and sensitive, most likely as it was now the soft vulnerable belly of a prey animal.

His grit his teeth, the sharpness now uncomfortable instead of ticklish.

Alastor didn't exactly feel like correcting Vincent's assumption that his belly was worse when he was human when in fact, it was ten thousand times worse in death.

But honestly, his claws probably would've worked better before than they did now.

Alastor was well-versed with discomfort and pain. It was surprisingly worlds easier to keep his composure and talk steady with pain rather than tickling.

"I made this part of the deal to give you proper motivation. You've always been obsessed with this little game, both giving and receiving. You might not have taken the bet had I not offered this."

It was a half truth. Yes, it worked as temptation for the deal...

...but Vincent was also correct that this was something he desired as well.

[cackledtelevision]

Vincent, seeing Al's discomfort, ceased the touch of the claws, hm... He wished he could like.. sheath them or something, the continued existence of them was something he most likely had to get used to.

Al will probably love them on his ears.

The little electric zaps were a good shout though! Vincent happily watched as those little blue sparks zoomed from furry area to furry area.

"I've known you for decades, you love this, Baby Doll. Quit pretending otherwise." Amused smirk.

Vincent hummed to himself, wondering how the static of his face would feel, can he still blow air like this? There was only one way to test it out.

Taking in a gasp of air, he dissipated his screen and pressed his face against Alastor's fluffy belly.

"PBBBFFF--ZZZ--FFFFFFTT--"

He had to make his whole face physically solid, just so he didn't accidentally crash his entire heavy screen against the fluffy belly.

Not having the energy to pull his head up just yet, he occupied his time with determined fluttery kisses and experimental little nibbles of the belly, glancing up every so often at Alastor to make sure none of this hurt.

"nomnomnomnomnomnomnom--"

[cackledtelevision]

Thread that's a part of the murder media AU timeline!! Pre-Al death!! and Pre-Relationship, though that part will hopefully change during this specific thread!! ;3

lil bit angsty tho, cause mfs in 1900s and fucking up the egotistical white man is a fun past time, al truly made vincent into a cocky and vibrant mf <33 that's what love does ig!!

@the-radio-ler <33

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Vincent didn't talk about his parents; they weren't... physical to him in any regard during his childhood, never a character trait they typically possessed. Neither did they partake in illegal activities like Vincent did. So if Vincent compared them to himself, he was worse. Therefore, he had no right to complain.

It always came back to his eyes, their...strangeness. He'd be a perfectly overrated white man without a care in the damn world if he didn't have them, just had the simple blue or green eyes! Pick one, damn you.

Yet he didn't have normal eyes, so what else wasn't normal with him, hmmm?

Endless medical checkups for the first years of his life, his father was desperately trying to find something wrong with him. He didn't have any illnesses or setbacks, no stutter with his communication. This was a perfectly normal boy, with the only unfortunate note being his eyes. But something must be wrong with him. Supernatural, or demonic or even...

.........

He was never trusted; his father was always nitpicking everything he did. Making sure he was 'Manly' enough, or scrutinizing his voice. Everywhere he went, he was judged, while his father held a bottle, yelling, and found another reason why he wasn't perfect, why he was a mistake, pattering insult after insult. His genuine laugh was hidden quick.

Vincent had moved out as soon as he could, hoping independence or some other bullshit would get his father off his back. Unfortunately, the rest of the world had the same opinions on his eyes, on anything that wasn't considered "socially acceptable."

Finding Alastor was a breath of fresh air.

Al has never said an insulting word about his eyes and has been utterly willing to kill assholes of all kinds. So Vincent always knew he had to keep them separated. Not because Vincent thinks Al would "defend" his honor, but because the Man Was Racist, and while Vincent had thankfully grown out of what he was taught during childhood, his father Didn't.

"Dad's visiting." He'd say over the landline, "Avoid here this week. I'll call you when it's clear." Al would understand, because as much as Vincent didn't talk about his own father, Al didn't talk about his either.

To a granted point, they both kept to the decision, Al kept away, and Vincent called when his Dad was gone, and they'd meet up, get extra drunk and bloody.

Yet.. during his 30th birthday, Vincent hadn't called after the week was over, and he hadn't been seen in public, if at all. His talk show had taken a short break for a ... "vacation."

Really, what on earth is Vincent thinking, ignoring Alastor??

[cackledtelevision]

Vincent squinted at Al's face until he heard 'deal', before his smile grew, and he pulled the feather back.

"There we goooo! Was that so hard, piglet? One minor agreement that makes sure your favorite white boy doesn't pass out tomorrow." He happily hummed, putting the feather/pen combo in his pocket.

Letting Al's feet free as he slowly climbed up Al's vessel, wrapping his arms around him as he met up face to face. He gazed lovingly at Alastor.

Grinning at the ticklish Host, leaning over to kiss his cheeks. "Hiiii~, you having fun, Ally?" He cooed, gently parting Al's bangs for him.

"Lotta loud giggles and snorts back there, you're just the cutest ticklish piggy there is!!" Vincent playfully nuzzled their noses together, before connecting their foreheads.

"One of my favorite sounds, up there with every other sound you make!"

[the-radio-ler]

Alastor immediately planted his feet into the comforter and slowly rubbed them back and forth to try and eliminate the leftover tingling.

He looked up to see Vincent's utterly sappy lovestruck look.

It made him smile softly. He looked so stupidly happy. And Alastor was happy to see that.

Seems Vincent was going to become much more openly affectionate now that they've had their talk.

Alastor was unprepared but ready. He certainly wasn't upset with what he was receiving right now, those kisses to his cheeks making him want to giggle like a teenager with a crush.

"Big talk coming from a squeaky toy as high-pitched as you." Al wriggled a finger at his upper ribs with a snicker. "Though I must admit I have a fondness for those as well. Just like those eyes."

They truly were gorgeous, weren't they? Alastor was more mesmerized each time he looked at them. What ridiculous words could ever make Vincent believe they were an ugly feature?

"We are business partners, yes, but very obviously much more than that. Much deeper. For life and beyond, I would you like you to be mine, and as long as you're mine, I will be yours. Whatever that means to us."

[cackledtelevision]

Vincent blinked, warmth flowing through his veins. That was so...

Alastor was good at speaking from the heart, from telling his genuine opinion, even if it seemed like flirting. It was more effective than flirting, because he knew that Alastor wasn't saying this shit for shits and giggles.

He loved this man.

"I uh..." Vincent's smile was utterly blinding, with a soft pink flush. "The specific claim or decree is hard to say, but I'd like that. I'd like to be Yours."

No other specifications mattered.

Vincent hummed softly, moving a hand up to gently brush Al's hair behind his ears, unintentionally tracing over the shell of his ears.

"As long as you are Mine as well, for this life, and uh.. beyond."

[the-radio-ler]

It was a wonderful moment. They were both on the same page.

They were each other's. Whatever that meant to them. It was no one else's. Only theirs.

The sweet silence was interrupted with a loud snort as Vincent's brushing behind his ears was unintentionally ticklish. Alastor covered his mouth with the back of his wrist with an annoyed flush.

Curse his stupid fucking snort-laugh. At least the one person he was close with seemed to like it for some reason.

Didn't completely erase the embarrassment, however.

[cackledtelevision]

Vincent's fond gazing was halted as he literally flinched at Al's sudden snort, eyes widening in surprise before they narrowed mischievously.

"Really now, your ears are ticklish? Oh, Doll, you're just a gem of cute little spots and noises!" He let out an excited little gasp as he shuffled his arms, bringing both of them to either side of Alastor's head.

He determinedly traced both of the ears with his finger, watching Al's face with utter focus.

"Put your wrist back in the cuff, cutie, I'm not done with youuuu!" He cooed gently, leaning over to grab Al's wrist, kissing his hand. "C'monnn, I like your face! I get to watch it now, without being a boundary-breaking weirdo!"

Being this close meant he could happily catch every adorable detail of Al's reaction to his touches.

[the-radio-ler]

Vincent’s pure joy and adoration was a delight. It was also a nice comfort to to his embarrassment of the noise he made. Why he adored his snorting so much, Alastor couldn’t say.

But he was grateful for it.

He shook his head and clamped his hand over his giant grin, not wanting to give in to Vincent’s demands.

Because when did Alastor ever make things easy for him?

But past his hand anyone could hear his giggles and snorts. He lightly tosses his head back and forth and squirmed beneath the ticklish touch.

“Pfftehehe- snrk- ehehe -snrk!”

[cackledtelevision]

"Christ, you're so ticklish!"

Vincent's eyes were soft, Alastor looked adorable like this, one could even describe him as Cute. The man who laid here, pretending to be stubborn, hiding his smile like this, while he had a grand opportunity of escape, yet didn't try to use it at all.

Vincent hummed, inching himself a tiny bit forward, his hand shifting to rest on Alastor's chin, holding the shaking head in place, gently running his thumb on the other side for some comfort. He didn't want Alastor to accidentally bonk him, after all.

Utterly gentle, Vincent slowly ran his teeth over Alastor's earlobe, grinning to himself all the while.

"Goochie goochie goooo~, does it tickle, piglet? I think it doesss! Dawwww--" Whispering into the affected ear, before he proceeds to take the ear lobe between his teeth, wiggling it between his teeth.

[the-radio-ler]

Alastor slowly stilled before Vincent's thumb elicited the smallest shiver.

A horribly shrill shriek left Alastor's mouth and his shoulder shot up to protect his poor ticklish ear as snorts and squealy laughter escaped him.

Seemed his voice could go almost as high as Vincent's, he just had to be tickled in the right places.

"Ahaha! Snrk! Ehehe- pfftaha- SNRK! Ehehehe! Hic- EHEhehehe!"

His eyes shot wide open as soon as the baby talk left Vincent's mouth and he thrashed wildly.

"SHUHUT IHIHIT -SNRK- VIHIHINCEHENT IHIHI -SNRK- SWEHEHEHEAR! HIC! DOHON'T -SNRK- FUHUHUCKING- AHA!"

[cackledtelevision]

"You know, I haven't even tickled your belly yet, and even with that factor, you're sitting here losing your marbles." Vincent purred happily into Alastor's ear, wiggling his fingers against Alastor's neck.

He slowly pulled back, shifting so he could gently grasp at Alastor's free hand, and leaned forward to wrap it back into the cuff. A tiny bit tighter this time.

"Think we should change that?" He said casually, smirking down at the giggly cannibal.

[the-radio-ler]

Alastor blinked up at Vincent then cast his gaze to the side and growled, the flush on his face clear as day.

He wasn't sure if Vincent had clocked it, but his stomach was his favorite spot to be tickled.

...but like fucking Hell he's gonna make any indication that he wants it.

"Do what you want. Tomorrow it will be paid back in kind."

[cackledtelevision]

"You'd be as evil tomorrow even if I hadn't tickled you tonight, which is why I'm getting my preemptive revenge."

Vincent quietly shuffled, laying his head on Alastor's stomach, just beneath Alastor's navel. He shifted his head to look wide-eyed at the biological feature.

"Hmmmm, you seein this Alastor? You got a cute little button of some sort on your belly!" Said in a dramatically astonished explanation. He drew the feather out of his pocket, swirling it slowly around the Naval.

"We need to make sure this little cutie is harmless, time for some exploration! Wooop!"

Talking as if Alastor was a lil baby, his amused eyes finding enjoyment for his dramatized reactions.

The feather dipped in and immediately started wiggling, swirling as Vincent made hmmmmm and hawwww sounds.

[the-radio-ler]

That fucking voice... The babying tone.

Alastor's face was burning all the way to his ears.

His eyes were wide as saucers looking at that feather, hearing his teasing cooing.

"SH-SHUTIT!" Alastor sputtered. "DON'T TALK TO ME LIKE THA-AHAHAHA! SNRK!"

Full body laughter wracked his frame amongst squeals and snorts and very colorful protests.

"FUHUCKING- SNRK! DOHOHON'T S-SOHOHOHOUND LIHIHIKE -SNRK- THAHAT! Yohohohou -hic- LIHIHIttle -snrk- shiIHIHIT! AHAHA!"

[cackledtelevision]

"Gasp!" Vincent put a hand to his face, not looking at Alastor as he stared at Al's naval. "Doll! It's a tickle button! Can you believe it!?"

Vincent pulled the feather back, inching his head closer. He fixed his glasses, glancing down at Al's naval as if he were a scientist reaching a very logistical parchment.

"I'm afraid this little button will need to be thoroughly tested." He gave Alastor a very serious look. As if he were explaining why the very loud toy needed to be taken away from a six-year-old. "Tickle buttons are projects that need to be investigated!" He declared.

Vincent sat his face on Al's belly, peering at the naval with wide theatrical eyes. His mouth was against the sensitive bit right underneath the naval, and he let out purposeful vibrations against the skin, as the feather experimentally poked at the naval.

"HMMMMMMM--" was expressed loudly through purposeful vibrations. He dipped the feather within the crevice, in and out, in and out, in and out.

Sitting up. "I'm afraid that more in-depth research will be needed!" He bared his teeth in a wide grin, playfully portraying nibbles, watching Al's face with delighted eyes.

[hells-squeakiest-king]

Luci as a Battery Incident Flashaback :3 @cackledtelevision

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Vox had been thrilled beyond words, higher than his most easily manufactured highs. Everything was beautiful, everything was gorgeous. Not only did he get the Goddamn Radio Demon under lock and key, but also; The Literal King of Hell in some beautiful chains.

He had many hours before his need to piss at Heaven would be turned into action, and God, did he desperately wish to get under the small angel's skin. He had so much time to do it with, Luci couldn't explicitly Go anywhere, after all.

Pain wasn't an option, so that means he can happily be Creative, or make sure his Power Summoning tests go well, at least. Always good to double check!

He squinted at the golden feather he had retrieved from the stage, after Lucifer had attempted to threaten him, with all of his wings out. Humming softly as he put it in his pocket.

Shoving the door open, visiting the Giant Echoing room, without Alastor this time, focus entirely on Vox, oh it will be beautiful~!

"Luuuuu~!" Vox sneered out, smirk wide on his face as he walked toward the man in an egg. "You open for a chat, sire?"

Lucifer admittedly, felt really fucking stupid. Of course he'd be gullible enough to stand on the most obvious X spot in a big abandoned room and believe his daughter would be behind it. He heard all the theatrics about "Danny-Do-Bad", so he was sure this was just a typical test of creative spark!

And yet, here he was. Trapped in angelic steel restraints from,,,,, whatever name that TV headed man dropped. How did someone get angelic infused anything down here anyway?! Lucifer really needed to get caught up with what happened in his realm.

After the painstakingly long monologue from Vox, Lucifer was left to sit with his thoughts for a while.

Until he suddenly wasn't.

The seraphim rolled his eyes at the media demon's enthusiastic demeanour. His body leaned forward ever so slightly to replicate him speaking with his hands (which he couldn't do at this moment in time).

"Can I say no? Is that an option in this dumb container?"

[hells-squeakiest-king]

"Only because you're CHEATING, FLATSCREEN!"

The seraphim knew he wasn't getting that second chance, so it was immediately back to wriggling territory. Of course, Vox's claws stayed put so every thrash was just added ticklish sensations.

Despite how enraged he sounded, that goofy little smile on his lips (and the meter) was giving his pure excitement away. Every pause, every tap and every teasing remark sent the fallen angel into anticipation of madness.

As soon as those claws scribbled, the king Shrieked with laughter and leaned back in a failed attempt to defend his pits. Those angelic metal restraints really kept his arms stretched no matter how far his midriff leaned.

"ShihiHIHIT FUHUHUCK pleheHEHEASE GIHIhihive mehEHEHE ANOHOTHER CHAHANCE-!"

The plea was futile, for both parties involved given the fact Lucifer was howling with boyish laughter. He appreciated the dimmed screen as his eyes were blown open from pure ticklish shock, the red pupils locked onto that smug face of the media demon.

His face burned from his golden blush at Vox's teasing nicknames. Truly making it known that he was in fact all his to play with, and somehow that made everything ten times more delightfully sensitive.

Heavens above this is embarrassing-

Once Vox started moving down, the seraphim choked on his giggles as he began shaking his head rapidly, just SENSING what was to come next.

"NonononohohOHOHO D-DOHON'T YOHOHOU DA-EEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEEK-!"

His tummy tensed which really didn't help the ticklish vibrations, the king was positively losing it. Especially when the ticklish shocks returned to his underarms.

The angel's hair was already so disheveled as it drooped against his forehead, Vox's now being met with his. Lucifer looked up with crinkled eyes, trying to look angry at his comments but he couldn't fight the embarrassing joy that'd bring him.

He's literally talking about tickling you as heaven's new ruler, why are you happy about that?!

"NAHAHAH nohoHOHOPE-! NOHOHOT SAHAHAYING AHAHANYTHIHIHING, BOHOHOX!"

It'd be a cold day in hell if Lucifer ever admitted liking this, his ego would be shot, his pride lower than it'd ever been.

[cackledtelevision]

"How was I cheating? It's not my fault that you're too ticklish for simple instructions. I wasn't tickling you, not moving a muscle, you know. The feather was just something you had to overcome, and you didn't!"

50% hit, and the goofball was continuing to scream with laughter. Vox hummed in approval, claws still skittering up and down with continuous tickly shocks filling the ends of his claws.

"Really now, Lucifer." Vox leaned as close as he could get to Lucifer's neck with his screen the way it was, and blew air against the ticklish skin. "It's incredibly apparent how much you love this, like--"

He gestured to the screen showing Lucifer's back, the scars seemingly vibrant as shit.

"I'm gonna eventually go over and tap the skin once, and you're gonna immediately break into a million pieces, you're so desperate for this." He smirked, "Just admit that you're my tickle toy, sire. It's a much better position for you than King of the Stupid People you hate anyway."

He gently skittered both pairs of claws along Lucifer's neck, forehead to forehead again, as he purred dreams of the impossible.

"Imagine us up in Heaven, sinners and winners reunited, all answering to me. You get to be there! In my arms, with those cute arms behind your head, as I mindlessly tickle you every second of those long, exhaustive sessions of ruling over everything!"

Skittering halted, as he gently held Lucifer's chin up to greet his face with a singular Claw. Red eyes gazing at Luci as if he were some sort of doll for him to poke at.

"You really can't admit that you desperately want to be a tickle toy? Not having to think about all these... silly current events, and simply sit with me, every second of the day, and beg for tickles... The data all point to you desperately wanting what I'm presenting to you, Luci!"

Another poke and wiggle at Luci's naval, claws fluttering up and down.

"Wanna finally admit what you are...? Or shall I move to that delicious back of yours...?"

[hells-squeakiest-king]

The king squeaked at the air blown to his neck, absolutely shaking his head in denial. His eyes looked over to the screen, his face burning gold as his smile wobbled during cackles.

That phrase 'Tickle Toy' was quickly becoming a favourite of his, his blush pulsing every time it was said. Embarrassment, pure embarrassment, totally not something he hoped would come true.

"MyhyHYHY WINGS juhuHUHUST WAHANT TOHO prohohtEHECT ME!" he exclaimed, it wasn't entirely false, but it was a weak attempt at denying Vox's claims.

As the media demon shared the vision, Lucifer's mind was spinning. He wanted that to happen, he never realised how delightfully embarrassing that ordeal would be, he'd be free to laugh and be tickled to his heart's content.

Not to mention he would be back in heaven,,,,, he wanted to call it home but he knew it wasn't. Lucifer shivered to shake off the phantom tickles as he panted, speaking up with curious eyes.

"You,,,,, aharen't going to hurt thehem? J-Just rule?"

As if he wasn't attached to a machine that could blast millions, Lucifer fell into the siren song that was Vox's monologues. He looked around, percentage climbing, limbs still restrained, that bloody feather making him twitch.

"Maybe it's nohot a bad idea- mrehehEEK!"

His quiet confession was immediately drowned out by the wiggle to his navel, his energy pulsing at the mention of his back being next. Lucifer was on board for it, but admitting to it was another challenge. All he could do was shake his head and show pleading eyes to the TV.

"Cohohome ohohon! Yohohou muhuHUST knohohow hohohow hahard thihIHIS IHIHIS tohoho sahaAHAY! I-I'm thehe kihIHING, IHIHIT'S beheheneATH MEHEHE-"

[cackledtelevision]

Vox took a step back, considering his options, he can't really promise jack shit, if he needs to murder to get to the top, he'll do it, but...

"Here's the situation, Luci-Lee!" Vox cooed, taking steps around Lucifer's tied form.

He didn't block the Camera, resting his claws against Lucifer's shoulder as he smirked into it, knowing that Lucifer was watching.

"I don't want to hurt or kill my future subjects on my path to ruling, that would be stupid, and mean I have fewer subjects to rule over once I'm up there!"

He tapped his claws against the skin, near enough to barely tickle, near enough for Lucifer to be nervous and not pay full attention to Vox's potentially stressful claims.

"But, if they try to hurt me, I gotta defend myself, right? The takeover won't be hostile unless they make it hostile! And sure-- I'll use this weapon at least once, why wouldn't I, it's cool as shit--!"

He tilts his head, cheeky lil grin.

"--But I'd make sure it wouldn't hurt anyone. A warning shot at their front door or somethin, so that they can pick and choose whether they'd willingly give me Heaven, or not!"

Luci would know if Vox used more than one or two shots, cause Vox wouldn't have time to wreck him quickly, and the actual sucking magic would feel a lot less fun .

"And here's a little secret, just for you, to rest those weary wings."

He taps a wing scar once.

"I've been bound by a deal that I cannot harm your daughter, yeah! So that Hotel of yours? Extra safe! My tickle toy will have nothing to worry about!"

Vox's eyes seem more staticky through the screen, he leans toward it with a raised eyebrow.

"So, how about it, hm? Willing to sit by my side and be tickled all day once I gain the golden throne? That would be your brand new title, no Kingly Regalness to admit to, just exactly what you are!"

Vox's palm slides down, gently to the middle of Lucifer's back, not touching the wing scars. His claws occasionally press against the skin, wiggling only slightly.

He had been very careful to not word this as a deal, more like a promise, and promises are much easier to break.

"Tell me, Lucifer, are you a King, or are you Vox's ticklish toy?"

[hells-squeakiest-king]

The seraphim was so glad his torso was free to move, his wriggling turned into forward leaning as Vox stepped round to his back. Lucifer whined as he breathed slowly, preparing for the inevitable ticklish torture.

Is it even torture if you like it? No- definitely still torture.

Lucifer's eyes looked at the screen with a panicked smile. Vox's words went over his head as every claw that neared the scars created a glowing art piece.

The king understood defending himself, after all it's all anyone did during the war. Perhaps if he went with him Lucifer could keep an eye on everything, keep an eye on Him.

That means you have to say it,,,,, but you'd be giving up everything-

The blonde groaned and whined with frustration, his flushed expression becoming more embarrassed by the second. As his scar was tapped, a squeak shot out of him and his eyes went wide, darting towards the camera.

Charlie would be okay?

"Well- if Charlie is safe, and you'd only act in self defence, I g-guess it's not a bad idea," he started, taking a shaky deep breath in as the demon's palms moved down his back, making the angel arch.

Heavens above could he get more embarrassed- The king was fighting everything in his ego to Not give in and say what Vox wanted to hear, but he knew what the future entailed. If the people he most cared about were safe, and he gets to indulge in- being tickled day in and out- why not give in?

His pride was still holding on.

"I,,,,, hahave been the kihing of Hell for lohonger than you can even imahagine,,,,, buhut being a- 't-tihickle toy' also sounds n-nihice so, I'm a t-ticklish toy," Lucifer hung his head as he admitted this, but made sure to squint his eyes at the camera for the last part.

"But I will never say I'm yours."

He was pretty brave and confident when he Wasn't screaming his ticklish head off, so he made sure to get the message across before his mind turned to heavenly mush.

[cackledtelevision]

There wasn't a visible camera pointing at Lucifer's face that The King was aware of, but Vox could inwardly access every single camera in the damn area. So if he wanted to watch Lucifer's blushy descent to madness, he'd easily be able to.

Vox raised an eyebrow, response poking at his boiling determination to get exactly what he wants. Electricity flicked between antennae, and he turned to face Lucifer's back, ignoring Lucifer's camera as he gently pressed his palm down Lucifer's spine.

"...So you're saying that you're everyone's tickle toy? Just-- easily passed around? Who else has wrecked you before?"

Why the fuck did he feel possessive .

"I'm afraid that's gonna change under my ruling, Luci." He hummed, bringing his hand back up to gently trail a claw down Lucifer's spine, following the bone line.

"No one else will get to touch you, or wreck you, when you desire to be tickled, you'll have to beg me, no one else."

His other hand raised, and he swirled two wiggly claws around the wing scars, learning what sensation gave him what reaction. He leaned forward, whispering against Luci's ear as he rapidly squeezed the nearby back muscle.

"Either way, all that refusal will be turned into mush, i'll get you to admit the correct claim, Luci-Lee. All that refusal and silly fight in you will be for naught, I promise, my toy."

All eight claws gently raked down Lucifer's ticklish back, wiggling gently as they worked in determination, not even fully attempting to get Lucifers wings to appear yet.

"Now squeal, Lu! It's the only sounds you realistically need to make! Tickle tickle tickle!" Purring right in Lucifer's ear, even as he makes the technical king go Mad.

[hells-squeakiest-king]

Oh, that's interesting,,,,,

Lucifer arched his back again in tandem with Vox's palm, curious about the hint of jealousy in his tone. Normally the seraphim would take this as an opportunity to tease whoever it was, but he sounded more curious and honest with his answer.

"My wonderful wife, of course. Charlie's been a menace since she could walk and- yeah that's pretty much it. Who else did you expect? Alastor?" he scoffed and chuckled at that remark, finding it to be hilarious that he'd ever let him know of a weakness such as this.

The king was feeling that sense of dread filling his stomach again, and just as he was about to comment on the possessiveness, that claw trailed down his spine. Eliciting a quick inhale of air as he squeaked and tugged at his restraints.

Each word from Vox's mouth sent that familiar tingle throughout his body, one he wasn't disliking, rather finding it added to his sense of excitement. Perhaps it was his yearning for feeling wanted and loved, but it Definitely was his need to be tickled. There was something about the mix of them all that made Lucifer feel he was on cloud nine.

"I- beheg? I don't b-beg! Especially not for tihickles,,,,, I've g-gone this long without them, I-I cahan wait another- mRPH-!"

The wiggling claws teasing his scars made his wings thump hard against the barrier, his muscles tensing as he stared at the screen showing his back. Looking at the media demon's fingers dance around his death spot, on top of the possessive teasing remarks into his ear was making it incredibly difficult to not give in and let those wings free.

He needed tickled badly, he couldn't take another minute of teases or else he'd for sure begin to beg, which would probably shatter his pride. Lucifer was about to retort back until all 8 claws raked and wiggled down the full length of his deathly ticklish back.

And Lucifer didn't just squeal, he Shrieked. Vox might not have been intending to get the wings out so soon, but the build up and execution of skillful tactics was enough to make him break. All 6 angelic wings formed after a shining golden light.

"FUHUHUCK NO! WHYHY THIHIHIS EARLY?!" he squealed and scolded his own limbs, thrashing like a caught animal in a snare. His wings flapped to rid Vox's claws on his sensitive skin, unaware their presence was going to be the king's downfall into ticklish madness.

[cackledtelevision]

"Ah, family fun, I see, --Agh--"

The revealing of the wings was a rather illuminous summoning, and also a sudden force of wind. Vox had to step back and shield his eyes, heels forcing themselves against the ground so that he wasn't accidentally blown off the platform.

"Wow!" Vincent pulled his arm away, blinking at the freshly auditioned bundle of ticklish, fluffy stars in the room.

Shifting the camera, putting it a little higher, since its lens had been blocked by Lucifers wings.

He hummed in delight, running a gentle hand over the secondary feathers, examining them with scientific fondness. "Didn't even have to fight you for em, almost a let down, how willing you are for these tickles, hmm?"

Vox reached up to gently set to rights a few more of the feathers, before tilting his head to smirk at his camera.

"Unfortunately, I'm afraid that this does not save your back from tickles; we have to make sure they stay out permanently, after all." Vox turned back, gently petting the secondary feathers before he pulled both hands and gently placed them on Lucifer's back.

He trailed them up to Lucifer's muscles that held up Lucifer's wings, giving him a very gentle back massage, making sure his claws weren't involved. He had the urge to make sure these very sensitive muscles that kept Lucifer's wings out were too relaxed to even think about pulling Luci's wings back within.

He squeezed the muscle. wiggling his fingers against the mass, smirking to himself as he held the man's back in his hands.

"This is what I was gonna do to get your wings out, happily pester these shoulder blades till they relented, too bad I'm doing it anyway, hmm~?"

Vox stood close to Lucifer's back, in case Lucifer's wings flapped. He wanted to make sure he wasn't accidentally batted by the trembling wings. Putting the poor things in chains was a line he didn't think would be very smart to cross.

"You say you can manage a long time without tickles..." He whispered in the man's ear. "I can't wait to put you to the test, get you sooooo addicted until I stop, and suddenly I hear those sweet little pleads for more... You'll be adorable, Luci Lee!"

[cackledtelevision]

Thread that's a part of the murder media AU timeline!! Pre-Al death!! and Pre-Relationship, though that part will hopefully change during this specific thread!! ;3

lil bit angsty tho, cause mfs in 1900s and fucking up the egotistical white man is a fun past time, al truly made vincent into a cocky and vibrant mf <33 that's what love does ig!!

@the-radio-ler <33

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Vincent didn't talk about his parents; they weren't... physical to him in any regard during his childhood, never a character trait they typically possessed. Neither did they partake in illegal activities like Vincent did. So if Vincent compared them to himself, he was worse. Therefore, he had no right to complain.

It always came back to his eyes, their...strangeness. He'd be a perfectly overrated white man without a care in the damn world if he didn't have them, just had the simple blue or green eyes! Pick one, damn you.

Yet he didn't have normal eyes, so what else wasn't normal with him, hmmm?

Endless medical checkups for the first years of his life, his father was desperately trying to find something wrong with him. He didn't have any illnesses or setbacks, no stutter with his communication. This was a perfectly normal boy, with the only unfortunate note being his eyes. But something must be wrong with him. Supernatural, or demonic or even...

.........

He was never trusted; his father was always nitpicking everything he did. Making sure he was 'Manly' enough, or scrutinizing his voice. Everywhere he went, he was judged, while his father held a bottle, yelling, and found another reason why he wasn't perfect, why he was a mistake, pattering insult after insult. His genuine laugh was hidden quick.

Vincent had moved out as soon as he could, hoping independence or some other bullshit would get his father off his back. Unfortunately, the rest of the world had the same opinions on his eyes, on anything that wasn't considered "socially acceptable."

Finding Alastor was a breath of fresh air.

Al has never said an insulting word about his eyes and has been utterly willing to kill assholes of all kinds. So Vincent always knew he had to keep them separated. Not because Vincent thinks Al would "defend" his honor, but because the Man Was Racist, and while Vincent had thankfully grown out of what he was taught during childhood, his father Didn't.

"Dad's visiting." He'd say over the landline, "Avoid here this week. I'll call you when it's clear." Al would understand, because as much as Vincent didn't talk about his own father, Al didn't talk about his either.

To a granted point, they both kept to the decision, Al kept away, and Vincent called when his Dad was gone, and they'd meet up, get extra drunk and bloody.

Yet.. during his 30th birthday, Vincent hadn't called after the week was over, and he hadn't been seen in public, if at all. His talk show had taken a short break for a ... "vacation."

Really, what on earth is Vincent thinking, ignoring Alastor??

[cackledtelevision]

Vincent squinted at Al's face until he heard 'deal', before his smile grew, and he pulled the feather back.

"There we goooo! Was that so hard, piglet? One minor agreement that makes sure your favorite white boy doesn't pass out tomorrow." He happily hummed, putting the feather/pen combo in his pocket.

Letting Al's feet free as he slowly climbed up Al's vessel, wrapping his arms around him as he met up face to face. He gazed lovingly at Alastor.

Grinning at the ticklish Host, leaning over to kiss his cheeks. "Hiiii~, you having fun, Ally?" He cooed, gently parting Al's bangs for him.

"Lotta loud giggles and snorts back there, you're just the cutest ticklish piggy there is!!" Vincent playfully nuzzled their noses together, before connecting their foreheads.

"One of my favorite sounds, up there with every other sound you make!"

[the-radio-ler]

Alastor immediately planted his feet into the comforter and slowly rubbed them back and forth to try and eliminate the leftover tingling.

He looked up to see Vincent's utterly sappy lovestruck look.

It made him smile softly. He looked so stupidly happy. And Alastor was happy to see that.

Seems Vincent was going to become much more openly affectionate now that they've had their talk.

Alastor was unprepared but ready. He certainly wasn't upset with what he was receiving right now, those kisses to his cheeks making him want to giggle like a teenager with a crush.

"Big talk coming from a squeaky toy as high-pitched as you." Al wriggled a finger at his upper ribs with a snicker. "Though I must admit I have a fondness for those as well. Just like those eyes."

They truly were gorgeous, weren't they? Alastor was more mesmerized each time he looked at them. What ridiculous words could ever make Vincent believe they were an ugly feature?

"We are business partners, yes, but very obviously much more than that. Much deeper. For life and beyond, I would you like you to be mine, and as long as you're mine, I will be yours. Whatever that means to us."

[cackledtelevision]

Vincent blinked, warmth flowing through his veins. That was so...

Alastor was good at speaking from the heart, from telling his genuine opinion, even if it seemed like flirting. It was more effective than flirting, because he knew that Alastor wasn't saying this shit for shits and giggles.

He loved this man.

"I uh..." Vincent's smile was utterly blinding, with a soft pink flush. "The specific claim or decree is hard to say, but I'd like that. I'd like to be Yours."

No other specifications mattered.

Vincent hummed softly, moving a hand up to gently brush Al's hair behind his ears, unintentionally tracing over the shell of his ears.

"As long as you are Mine as well, for this life, and uh.. beyond."

[the-radio-ler]

It was a wonderful moment. They were both on the same page.

They were each other's. Whatever that meant to them. It was no one else's. Only theirs.

The sweet silence was interrupted with a loud snort as Vincent's brushing behind his ears was unintentionally ticklish. Alastor covered his mouth with the back of his wrist with an annoyed flush.

Curse his stupid fucking snort-laugh. At least the one person he was close with seemed to like it for some reason.

Didn't completely erase the embarrassment, however.

[cackledtelevision]

Vincent's fond gazing was halted as he literally flinched at Al's sudden snort, eyes widening in surprise before they narrowed mischievously.

"Really now, your ears are ticklish? Oh, Doll, you're just a gem of cute little spots and noises!" He let out an excited little gasp as he shuffled his arms, bringing both of them to either side of Alastor's head.

He determinedly traced both of the ears with his finger, watching Al's face with utter focus.

"Put your wrist back in the cuff, cutie, I'm not done with youuuu!" He cooed gently, leaning over to grab Al's wrist, kissing his hand. "C'monnn, I like your face! I get to watch it now, without being a boundary-breaking weirdo!"

Being this close meant he could happily catch every adorable detail of Al's reaction to his touches.

[the-radio-ler]

Vincent’s pure joy and adoration was a delight. It was also a nice comfort to to his embarrassment of the noise he made. Why he adored his snorting so much, Alastor couldn’t say.

But he was grateful for it.

He shook his head and clamped his hand over his giant grin, not wanting to give in to Vincent’s demands.

Because when did Alastor ever make things easy for him?

But past his hand anyone could hear his giggles and snorts. He lightly tosses his head back and forth and squirmed beneath the ticklish touch.

“Pfftehehe- snrk- ehehe -snrk!”

[cackledtelevision]

"Christ, you're so ticklish!"

Vincent's eyes were soft, Alastor looked adorable like this, one could even describe him as Cute. The man who laid here, pretending to be stubborn, hiding his smile like this, while he had a grand opportunity of escape, yet didn't try to use it at all.

Vincent hummed, inching himself a tiny bit forward, his hand shifting to rest on Alastor's chin, holding the shaking head in place, gently running his thumb on the other side for some comfort. He didn't want Alastor to accidentally bonk him, after all.

Utterly gentle, Vincent slowly ran his teeth over Alastor's earlobe, grinning to himself all the while.

"Goochie goochie goooo~, does it tickle, piglet? I think it doesss! Dawwww--" Whispering into the affected ear, before he proceeds to take the ear lobe between his teeth, wiggling it between his teeth.

[the-radio-ler]

Alastor slowly stilled before Vincent's thumb elicited the smallest shiver.

A horribly shrill shriek left Alastor's mouth and his shoulder shot up to protect his poor ticklish ear as snorts and squealy laughter escaped him.

Seemed his voice could go almost as high as Vincent's, he just had to be tickled in the right places.

"Ahaha! Snrk! Ehehe- pfftaha- SNRK! Ehehehe! Hic- EHEhehehe!"

His eyes shot wide open as soon as the baby talk left Vincent's mouth and he thrashed wildly.

"SHUHUT IHIHIT -SNRK- VIHIHINCEHENT IHIHI -SNRK- SWEHEHEHEAR! HIC! DOHON'T -SNRK- FUHUHUCKING- AHA!"

[cackledtelevision]

"You know, I haven't even tickled your belly yet, and even with that factor, you're sitting here losing your marbles." Vincent purred happily into Alastor's ear, wiggling his fingers against Alastor's neck.

He slowly pulled back, shifting so he could gently grasp at Alastor's free hand, and leaned forward to wrap it back into the cuff. A tiny bit tighter this time.

"Think we should change that?" He said casually, smirking down at the giggly cannibal.

[the-radio-ler]

Alastor blinked up at Vincent then cast his gaze to the side and growled, the flush on his face clear as day.

He wasn't sure if Vincent had clocked it, but his stomach was his favorite spot to be tickled.

...but like fucking Hell he's gonna make any indication that he wants it.

"Do what you want. Tomorrow it will be paid back in kind."

[cackledtelevision]

"You'd be as evil tomorrow even if I hadn't tickled you tonight, which is why I'm getting my preemptive revenge."

Vincent quietly shuffled, laying his head on Alastor's stomach, just beneath Alastor's navel. He shifted his head to look wide-eyed at the biological feature.

"Hmmmm, you seein this Alastor? You got a cute little button of some sort on your belly!" Said in a dramatically astonished explanation. He drew the feather out of his pocket, swirling it slowly around the Naval.

"We need to make sure this little cutie is harmless, time for some exploration! Wooop!"

Talking as if Alastor was a lil baby, his amused eyes finding enjoyment for his dramatized reactions.

The feather dipped in and immediately started wiggling, swirling as Vincent made hmmmmm and hawwww sounds.

[the-radio-ler]

thread set in the murder media au!! though not within its universe's canonical timeline, as supernatural things of origin are going to occur and blow Vincent's mind waaaay before he's scripted to learn about em, and that's just entirely way too soon!!

So, official!relationship, pre-al-death, pre-vince death! but not canon :3

@cackledtelevision

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Vincent's car sputtered as he slowed it to a stop. Vincent mindlessly took the keys out of his ignition as he turned it off. Letting out a breath of fresh air, his eyes shut closed as he took in the reality and peace that he was finally home.

It had been a long work day, nothing majorly crazy in terms of rude idiots, just taxing. The man ran a hand through his hair, smoothing out the gel that had been making his hair lose shape ever since he got out of work.

His eyes flicked open, and he hopefully scanned the house, smile twitching as he spotted the turned-on lights.

Alastor was here.

Vincent didn't waste another second as he got out of his car, speedily walking toward his front door, and opened the unlocked door. He closed it and locked it behind him, pulling his suit jacket off his back to put onto the coat hook.

"Alastor! I'm homeeee!" He sang in a chipper tune, he didn't smell food being cooked...

hm...

what's the Radio Host up to this afternoon?

Alastor had a plan.

It's something he thought of months ago, but only just now had what he needed to carry out.

And now that he was ready, he sat in wait at Vincent's house.

Once that door clicked open, Alastor stood from the table he was reading a newspaper at. He set down the paper and held up the other item that was waiting with him, to show it off to his target.

So the sight that greeted poor tired Vincent when he got home on this random Wednesday was Alastor standing in the foyer with a belt in his hand, narrow eyes, and a devious smile, saying: "Get on your bed, now. Top off. I have something I want to try."

Because why beat around the bush? Or give context of any kind?

[cackledtelevision]

Vincent froze in the midst of shoving his keys in his pocket. He stared for what felt like minutes at the display in front of him, shoving down his stupid human instincts of flight or bite.

"Welcome Home to you, too," he muttered, shoving his shoes off.

Alastor wasn't about that life, and if he suddenly expanded his sadistic urges about Vincent from Beyond Tickling, then Vincent should have been made aware like... Yesterday.

Cause... he's down with some things... but he knows Alastor's skill with this shit....

"Doll, I adore you, but you've gotta assure me that you aren't about to smack me around like I'm some Broad . Your energy is very... all over the place." Vincent waved his hand around before placing it on his hip with a raised eyebrow.

Not moving toward Alastor, he shuffled halfway into the bathroom, where he grabbed one of the wet wipes to dab at his face, getting his freckle makeup off. He kept a sharp eye on Alastor as he did so.

[the-radio-ler]

The only reason Al didn't have some strong words about him not immediately obeying was that he stopped to take off his makeup, which is how Alastor preferred him anyway.

"I assure you, you're going to be nothing but smiles and laughs. Now on the bed. It's getting cold."

Somehow net negative context.

Alastor figured that would be enough to send a message about the basis of this, while still keeping an air of mystery.

More than an air.

He promptly left for the bedroom and began looping the belt through the headboard as they usually did for restraints.

If Vincent wasn't there in .03 seconds he was going to make this whole thing even worse for him...

[cackledtelevision]

...Hm.

Vincent quietly used the other side of the wipe to run it through his hair to get his excess gel. He considered Alastor's words as he did, frowning to himself.

Alastor has professed in the past that he doesn't like the thought of Vincent dying or Alastor being the one to personally kill him. It's a mighty sentimental change compared to the first few years of their partnership, where Vincent was one day convinced Al would eat him for lunch.

...Despite the jarring message, Vincent trusts his partner to not do anything too crazy without communicating to him first.

So, he drops off the wipe, and unbuttons his shirt as he makes his way into the bedroom, dropping off his shirt into the hamper. He glances at Alastor's belt technique and with all the trust in his heart, sits on the bed.

Lack of a repartee... Nerves brewing.

"Usually you're less mysterious than this... just a .. mood, or something...?" He asks, lying on his back and in his usual long frame, bringing his arms up toward Alastor for him to cuff.

[the-radio-ler]

Alastor wasted not a second more before buckling the belt around Vincent's wrists and strapping them tight. Not too tight, they'd done this enough times for Alastor to know the exact notch to use to keep Vincent firmly but not painfully restrained.

Vincent's trust in him was beautiful... and entertaining. The man would walk off a cliff and see the drop coming as long as Alastor told him it was safe.

Luckily for Vincent, Alastor actually cared about him and had no interest in abusing the trust they'd carefully built together.

Vincent's question went unanswered. Instead, Alastor reached into the night stand on the other side of the bed and pulled out a mason jar. Vincent didn't need to know the contents. It was a mixture with a long list of ingredients that Alastor had spent far too long acquiring.

He unscrewed the lid, took a dollop onto his index and middle finger, and plopped the substance on Vincent's chest. He then began drawing a very specific design he'd memorized. A sigil. It was a rather complicated one. He made sure to get his details right.

The substance was like mud or some type of sludge, thick and viscous, not prone to dripping. It was a deep crimson and a warm temperature. No human senses would be able to immediately identify its origin, or even a single ingredient.

But with the context of the two's shared hobby, blood was probably a safe guess.

"Don't move, or else I won't be very nice once we get started."

Alastor's smile was large and manic as it typically was when he indulged in his occult hobbies. Though this smile was more than manic, it was giddy and excited for what was to come.

[cackledtelevision]

These two were the ones who watched each other's backs when it came to their passions for murdering Assholes. There had to be this base, unyielding trust when you've literally saved your darling from potential death and destruction. Vincent did have immense trust and faith in Alastor's lead.

Nonetheless, while he did have continued faith and trust in Al's Lead, he also could be understandably alarmed about Alastor's large amount of shenanigans that were also a piece of the puzzle that was Alastor's usual itinerary.

Case and point, whatever the Fuck This Was.

His head lifted as he stared with wide eyes at the Strangest Goop He's Ever Seen. Which is wild, because Vincent has seen some goop in his days! He stayed still, eyes snapping between the goop and Alastor's face, bro???

He didn't believe in Alastor's personal thoughts on the afterlife, mostly because of his daddy issues and refusal to be connected to Christianity while he got over those issues, but he could See that His Father and Alastor had the same Beliefs, just different steps.

"I'm not giving you my soul, nor my organs through... ritual sacrifice? Get 'em the old-fashioned way if you're so desperate." He attempted to joke, but Worry and Concern were still very verbal through his exclamation.

[the-radio-ler]

He refused to answer anymore questions until he was finished.

Which was right after he said the trigger.

His pupils grew larger and darker with a twinkle of red deep in depths.

"Augmenter la sensibilité."

Vincent would immediately feel a rush of tingling radiating from the sigil out to the rest of his body. He would feel each fold of clothing. Each bead of sweat.

Alastor's smile was ear to ear.

The substance on his chest had a slight glow so he knew it worked.

Alastor laughed loudly to himself while Vincent processed the feeling. Once he tapered off his laugh he sighed and pressed a gentle kiss to Vincent's forehead.

"I apologize for keeping you in the dark so long, darling. I could see you sweating."

Alastor licked one of the drips of sweat from the man's forehead. He leaned back and licked his lips with a grin.

"Sigils have many uses. Pain. Power. Pleasure. Or a combination. So if someone perhaps perfected one centuries ago to increase the sensitivity of torture victims, I suppose someone with different motives could increase their partner's sense of touch years later for... a good laugh?"

He fluttered a single finger on Vincent's lower rib for a mere second.

"We've toyed with something before. Certain things naturally increase sensitivity with no magic needed. Nervousness, anticipation... anxiety."

Alastor giggled.

"Telling you nothing left you quite an anxious mess. That fear served as natural fuel for this spell here." Al tapped his index finger into the glowing sigil. "Sorry about that. But you did look downright adorable so wide-eyed and hesitant... And yet you were still so trusting. I'm honored to have earned that from you."

[cackledtelevision]

Vincent was raised in New Orleans, his Dad never bothered to teach him more than English, but he was around the french community enough to slowly get Context Clues and understand the language.

He couldn't speak it himself; he was terrible with the pronunciation.

His eyebrows furrowed further, before the rush of the spell flowed through him, causing an immediate physical shiver. Vincent could have argued to himself that it was the reaction to seeing Alastor's eyes.

The redness within them was incredibly stunning, and looked almost Natural for the man whose current intense fixation on him was fitted with a Cheshire smile. Vincent, if this were any other circumstance, would be attempting to kiss the shit out of this man.

Despite the rather crazy lick he recieved .

Unfortunately, his attraction for Alastor and his apparent power were shoved to the side for more Important topics of conversation, like... RITUAL MAGIC WORKING??? and HELL BEING REAL???

"w-what the fuck..."

But what absolutely took the cake was the sensation of suddenly feeling So Much at once. Vincent shifted against the bed; the feeling of the bed covers moving against his back was a texture nightmare. As well as the feeling of Clothing in general, the rigid coolness of his jeans made him feel somehow claustrophobic, even though he'd been wearing these pants all damn day.

The cuffs, twitching against his wrists, the mere existence of his hair, the constant reminder that he was wearing glasses, even the blush against his face was so warm--

"M-MPHH--SNRRK--"

Shit, that tickled so badly??? What the hell?? He flinched desperately against the bed, wincing as the mere pulling on his arms.

His eyes, having fallen to stare at the bright sigil and check to make sure he hadn't, like... grown a tail or something, turned his head to stare wide-eyed at Alastor.

This... wasn't the most Insane thing Al had ever done, the dude was a cannibal for christs sake... but..

Vincent huffed in a soft chuckle, shifting against the bed to try to get comfortable, failing desperately at the notion.

"Only you would use a ritualistic spell made for the intent of Literal Torture to instead be used as a tickling device."

Despite the shock, he sounded fond, before he froze at the hidden probable intent, he immediately glared at Alastor.

"Hold on, D-Do NOT touch my pits with this on, I'm-- I'm so serious about that." He took a shaky breath.

The feeling of socks was uncomfortable; he desperately moved to shuffle them off his own feet with his own legs, the air beneath was a nice benefit, before--

all the blankets had the WORST texture in the universe what the shit--

Religious and Moral implications aside, if one were thinking on a romantic stand point... this was actually Very romantic. Perhaps the bar is in hell, but that's exactly where he and Al are apparently Going .

"Just-- tell me that it's reversible at least, please? Or-- has a time limit?? Or not permanent? I suddenly hate every choice I've ever made about these damned blankets, holy moly--"

Vincent kicked off the top blanket from beneath him, before grimacing as he Also didn't like the Next blanket choice. The man whined in soft frustration.

Focus on Al, not the blankets, hes the one with the actual power to destroy you .

"Just-- promise If i say screw off, you'll screw off? Cause-- I trust you, but doll..." He managed to pout up at his evil partner.

He does not have faith in his own energy.

[the-radio-ler]

Well that was a reaction indeed! His anxiety must’ve been quite high to power it up this much. This was going to go swimmingly…

“I can end it at anytime with a single word. And do you need another blanket to lay upon? I don’t want anything on your mind except you laughing yourself silly.”

He pressed the softest kiss to Vincent’s lips. He pulled back with a gentle expression.

“And no pits for today. I don’t want you passing out on me. The main point of this is to explore different spots. Just shout ‘mercy’ and I’ll stop, understand?”

Alastor leaned back over to the nightstand and pulled out two objects Alastor was all too familiar with.

A feather and one of Vincent’s makeup brushes. They used it for tickling so often they bought multiple. This was the fluffiest and softest one. Clean and ready to tickle. He showed them off proudly with a devious look.

[cackledtelevision]

Promising no murder on his pits?? His shoulders settle, thank god .

In a matter of Yeah, That's How That Works, the kiss was.... excellent, even within its short time limit. When Alastor pulled away, Vincent felt like he had been kissed for like... five minutes, in a short daze about the entire thing, he let out a small blissful hum, blinking slowly.

"If you could just pull back the blankets so I'm lying on the sheets? The softness of these blankets is a constant agitation, I swear I'm feeling every inch of the fluff--ohhhh I get it now."

Vincent's eyes lingered on the tools, the tools he had been so happy to constantly use on Alastor. While in usual circumstances, the use of these tools was productive, but usually for soft giggles. Fingers and hair brushes had always been much more effective.

…Knowing the feeling of texture that was already such a vibrant feeling for him, this... this was gonna be an experience.

Vincent's smile was shy as he lay there; the sound of his heart pounding in his chest was much louder in his ears. Despite the tumble of his brain, he understood that he was safe and fine.

He shuffled and stretched his belly, mainly so that Alastor could easily retrieve the fluffy blankets, half to be a menace toward what was Clearly Alastor's agenda for this thing.

"I understand, but imagine the fact that you need black magic so that I squeal as loudly as you do." He smirked, getting his taunts out early, not knowing the exact state of his coherent mind while being wrecked.

His eyes, now officially less Spooked, looked extremely giddy.

[the-radio-ler]

After setting the tools aside, Alastor slowly slid the blanket out from underneath Vincent. Once it was out, he fluttered his index finger on his belly with a snicker. "You can lay back down now, Squeaks."

"And, Guppy, squealing and squeaking is your thing. Even when I don't touch your pits, your ribs alone have you hitting high notes I had to be trained to hit for singing!" Alastor held the back of his wrist to his mouth as he laughed. Then he paused as something occurred to him. "Hm, that's an idea. I don't think I've heard your singing voice yet, dear. We should try that. AFTER I pick you apart nerve by nerve."

Alastor leaned down and placed a kiss to Vincent's belly, something the man had done to him many times. He spoke into the skin, letting his vibrations do some of the tickling for him.

"Try not to laugh as much as you can, okay? I want to see how much you're able to resist when you have this spell on you."

Then he sat back up, placed a single index finger down, and began lightly skimming it in large circles around his navel.

"I'll have you laugh freely in a moment. But try your best for now."

[cackledtelevision]

"PFFFFT--" Vincent shoved his stomach back down with a squeak, eager to learn that the sheet texture didn't Suck when sticking against his back. He could now focus on much more important things, his Doom.

For instance, how badly the fluttering touch tickled.

It was like an electric shock rushing through his system, the nerves abundantly flaring, but... he also felt strangely energized, like there was an equal force driving to keep him manageably sane and alive to experience such things. Heart beating out of his chest to feed him the urge to experience More.

It made sense, this shit was Made for torture, they wanted the victims to be alive for as long as possible, yeah? He hoped that meant his lungs were more competent.

"B-Bad idea, I am a horrible singEHEHER--" Vincent's belly quivered against the vibrations, yet Vincent dutifully listened to command as soon as he understood the message, shutting his mouth shut in an audible snap of his teeth.

"mmhmhmmhmmhmmmhmmhm---" Vincent's desperate humming squeal within his mumbled lips, they shook against the trapped cell they were in. His eyes squeezed shut, the gentle outer touch just That Ticklish that it took so much concentration to keep his mouth closed.

quivering belly, between its little shakes, desperate small breaths, and his small shifts to shuffle away from the barely touching fingers. Biting the inside of his mouth to keep all noises inside, not noticing the small bit of blood on the corner of his mouth.

He needs to learn how to draw and speak french, if only to get the chance to ruin Al's barely ticklish pits with this booster .

[cackledtelevision]

Thread that's a part of the murder media AU timeline!! Pre-Al death!! and Pre-Relationship, though that part will hopefully change during this specific thread!! ;3

lil bit angsty tho, cause mfs in 1900s and fucking up the egotistical white man is a fun past time, al truly made vincent into a cocky and vibrant mf <33 that's what love does ig!!

@the-radio-ler <33

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Vincent didn't talk about his parents; they weren't... physical to him in any regard during his childhood, never a character trait they typically possessed. Neither did they partake in illegal activities like Vincent did. So if Vincent compared them to himself, he was worse. Therefore, he had no right to complain.

It always came back to his eyes, their...strangeness. He'd be a perfectly overrated white man without a care in the damn world if he didn't have them, just had the simple blue or green eyes! Pick one, damn you.

Yet he didn't have normal eyes, so what else wasn't normal with him, hmmm?

Endless medical checkups for the first years of his life, his father was desperately trying to find something wrong with him. He didn't have any illnesses or setbacks, no stutter with his communication. This was a perfectly normal boy, with the only unfortunate note being his eyes. But something must be wrong with him. Supernatural, or demonic or even...

.........

He was never trusted; his father was always nitpicking everything he did. Making sure he was 'Manly' enough, or scrutinizing his voice. Everywhere he went, he was judged, while his father held a bottle, yelling, and found another reason why he wasn't perfect, why he was a mistake, pattering insult after insult. His genuine laugh was hidden quick.

Vincent had moved out as soon as he could, hoping independence or some other bullshit would get his father off his back. Unfortunately, the rest of the world had the same opinions on his eyes, on anything that wasn't considered "socially acceptable."

Finding Alastor was a breath of fresh air.

Al has never said an insulting word about his eyes and has been utterly willing to kill assholes of all kinds. So Vincent always knew he had to keep them separated. Not because Vincent thinks Al would "defend" his honor, but because the Man Was Racist, and while Vincent had thankfully grown out of what he was taught during childhood, his father Didn't.

"Dad's visiting." He'd say over the landline, "Avoid here this week. I'll call you when it's clear." Al would understand, because as much as Vincent didn't talk about his own father, Al didn't talk about his either.

To a granted point, they both kept to the decision, Al kept away, and Vincent called when his Dad was gone, and they'd meet up, get extra drunk and bloody.

Yet.. during his 30th birthday, Vincent hadn't called after the week was over, and he hadn't been seen in public, if at all. His talk show had taken a short break for a ... "vacation."

Really, what on earth is Vincent thinking, ignoring Alastor??

[cackledtelevision]

Vincent squinted at Al's face until he heard 'deal', before his smile grew, and he pulled the feather back.

"There we goooo! Was that so hard, piglet? One minor agreement that makes sure your favorite white boy doesn't pass out tomorrow." He happily hummed, putting the feather/pen combo in his pocket.

Letting Al's feet free as he slowly climbed up Al's vessel, wrapping his arms around him as he met up face to face. He gazed lovingly at Alastor.

Grinning at the ticklish Host, leaning over to kiss his cheeks. "Hiiii~, you having fun, Ally?" He cooed, gently parting Al's bangs for him.

"Lotta loud giggles and snorts back there, you're just the cutest ticklish piggy there is!!" Vincent playfully nuzzled their noses together, before connecting their foreheads.

"One of my favorite sounds, up there with every other sound you make!"

[the-radio-ler]

Alastor immediately planted his feet into the comforter and slowly rubbed them back and forth to try and eliminate the leftover tingling.

He looked up to see Vincent's utterly sappy lovestruck look.

It made him smile softly. He looked so stupidly happy. And Alastor was happy to see that.

Seems Vincent was going to become much more openly affectionate now that they've had their talk.

Alastor was unprepared but ready. He certainly wasn't upset with what he was receiving right now, those kisses to his cheeks making him want to giggle like a teenager with a crush.

"Big talk coming from a squeaky toy as high-pitched as you." Al wriggled a finger at his upper ribs with a snicker. "Though I must admit I have a fondness for those as well. Just like those eyes."

They truly were gorgeous, weren't they? Alastor was more mesmerized each time he looked at them. What ridiculous words could ever make Vincent believe they were an ugly feature?

"We are business partners, yes, but very obviously much more than that. Much deeper. For life and beyond, I would you like you to be mine, and as long as you're mine, I will be yours. Whatever that means to us."

[cackledtelevision]

Vincent blinked, warmth flowing through his veins. That was so...

Alastor was good at speaking from the heart, from telling his genuine opinion, even if it seemed like flirting. It was more effective than flirting, because he knew that Alastor wasn't saying this shit for shits and giggles.

He loved this man.

"I uh..." Vincent's smile was utterly blinding, with a soft pink flush. "The specific claim or decree is hard to say, but I'd like that. I'd like to be Yours."

No other specifications mattered.

Vincent hummed softly, moving a hand up to gently brush Al's hair behind his ears, unintentionally tracing over the shell of his ears.

"As long as you are Mine as well, for this life, and uh.. beyond."

[the-radio-ler]

It was a wonderful moment. They were both on the same page.

They were each other's. Whatever that meant to them. It was no one else's. Only theirs.

The sweet silence was interrupted with a loud snort as Vincent's brushing behind his ears was unintentionally ticklish. Alastor covered his mouth with the back of his wrist with an annoyed flush.

Curse his stupid fucking snort-laugh. At least the one person he was close with seemed to like it for some reason.

Didn't completely erase the embarrassment, however.

[cackledtelevision]

Vincent's fond gazing was halted as he literally flinched at Al's sudden snort, eyes widening in surprise before they narrowed mischievously.

"Really now, your ears are ticklish? Oh, Doll, you're just a gem of cute little spots and noises!" He let out an excited little gasp as he shuffled his arms, bringing both of them to either side of Alastor's head.

He determinedly traced both of the ears with his finger, watching Al's face with utter focus.

"Put your wrist back in the cuff, cutie, I'm not done with youuuu!" He cooed gently, leaning over to grab Al's wrist, kissing his hand. "C'monnn, I like your face! I get to watch it now, without being a boundary-breaking weirdo!"

Being this close meant he could happily catch every adorable detail of Al's reaction to his touches.

[the-radio-ler]

Vincent’s pure joy and adoration was a delight. It was also a nice comfort to to his embarrassment of the noise he made. Why he adored his snorting so much, Alastor couldn’t say.

But he was grateful for it.

He shook his head and clamped his hand over his giant grin, not wanting to give in to Vincent’s demands.

Because when did Alastor ever make things easy for him?

But past his hand anyone could hear his giggles and snorts. He lightly tosses his head back and forth and squirmed beneath the ticklish touch.

“Pfftehehe- snrk- ehehe -snrk!”

[cackledtelevision]

"Christ, you're so ticklish!"

Vincent's eyes were soft, Alastor looked adorable like this, one could even describe him as Cute. The man who laid here, pretending to be stubborn, hiding his smile like this, while he had a grand opportunity of escape, yet didn't try to use it at all.

Vincent hummed, inching himself a tiny bit forward, his hand shifting to rest on Alastor's chin, holding the shaking head in place, gently running his thumb on the other side for some comfort. He didn't want Alastor to accidentally bonk him, after all.

Utterly gentle, Vincent slowly ran his teeth over Alastor's earlobe, grinning to himself all the while.

"Goochie goochie goooo~, does it tickle, piglet? I think it doesss! Dawwww--" Whispering into the affected ear, before he proceeds to take the ear lobe between his teeth, wiggling it between his teeth.

[the-radio-ler]

Alastor slowly stilled before Vincent's thumb elicited the smallest shiver.

A horribly shrill shriek left Alastor's mouth and his shoulder shot up to protect his poor ticklish ear as snorts and squealy laughter escaped him.

Seemed his voice could go almost as high as Vincent's, he just had to be tickled in the right places.

"Ahaha! Snrk! Ehehe- pfftaha- SNRK! Ehehehe! Hic- EHEhehehe!"

His eyes shot wide open as soon as the baby talk left Vincent's mouth and he thrashed wildly.

"SHUHUT IHIHIT -SNRK- VIHIHINCEHENT IHIHI -SNRK- SWEHEHEHEAR! HIC! DOHON'T -SNRK- FUHUHUCKING- AHA!"

[cackledtelevision]

"You know, I haven't even tickled your belly yet, and even with that factor, you're sitting here losing your marbles." Vincent purred happily into Alastor's ear, wiggling his fingers against Alastor's neck.

He slowly pulled back, shifting so he could gently grasp at Alastor's free hand, and leaned forward to wrap it back into the cuff. A tiny bit tighter this time.

"Think we should change that?" He said casually, smirking down at the giggly cannibal.

[the-radio-ler]

thread set in the murder media au!! though not within its universe's canonical timeline, as supernatural things of origin are going to occur and blow Vincent's mind waaaay before he's scripted to learn about em, and that's just entirely way too soon!!

So, official!relationship, pre-al-death, pre-vince death! but not canon :3

@cackledtelevision

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Vincent's car sputtered as he slowed it to a stop. Vincent mindlessly took the keys out of his ignition as he turned it off. Letting out a breath of fresh air, his eyes shut closed as he took in the reality and peace that he was finally home.

It had been a long work day, nothing majorly crazy in terms of rude idiots, just taxing. The man ran a hand through his hair, smoothing out the gel that had been making his hair lose shape ever since he got out of work.

His eyes flicked open, and he hopefully scanned the house, smile twitching as he spotted the turned-on lights.

Alastor was here.

Vincent didn't waste another second as he got out of his car, speedily walking toward his front door, and opened the unlocked door. He closed it and locked it behind him, pulling his suit jacket off his back to put onto the coat hook.

"Alastor! I'm homeeee!" He sang in a chipper tune, he didn't smell food being cooked...

hm...

what's the Radio Host up to this afternoon?

Alastor had a plan.

It's something he thought of months ago, but only just now had what he needed to carry out.

And now that he was ready, he sat in wait at Vincent's house.

Once that door clicked open, Alastor stood from the table he was reading a newspaper at. He set down the paper and held up the other item that was waiting with him, to show it off to his target.

So the sight that greeted poor tired Vincent when he got home on this random Wednesday was Alastor standing in the foyer with a belt in his hand, narrow eyes, and a devious smile, saying: "Get on your bed, now. Top off. I have something I want to try."

Because why beat around the bush? Or give context of any kind?

[cackledtelevision]

Vincent froze in the midst of shoving his keys in his pocket. He stared for what felt like minutes at the display in front of him, shoving down his stupid human instincts of flight or bite.

"Welcome Home to you, too," he muttered, shoving his shoes off.

Alastor wasn't about that life, and if he suddenly expanded his sadistic urges about Vincent from Beyond Tickling, then Vincent should have been made aware like... Yesterday.

Cause... he's down with some things... but he knows Alastor's skill with this shit....

"Doll, I adore you, but you've gotta assure me that you aren't about to smack me around like I'm some Broad . Your energy is very... all over the place." Vincent waved his hand around before placing it on his hip with a raised eyebrow.

Not moving toward Alastor, he shuffled halfway into the bathroom, where he grabbed one of the wet wipes to dab at his face, getting his freckle makeup off. He kept a sharp eye on Alastor as he did so.

[the-radio-ler]

The only reason Al didn't have some strong words about him not immediately obeying was that he stopped to take off his makeup, which is how Alastor preferred him anyway.

"I assure you, you're going to be nothing but smiles and laughs. Now on the bed. It's getting cold."

Somehow net negative context.

Alastor figured that would be enough to send a message about the basis of this, while still keeping an air of mystery.

More than an air.

He promptly left for the bedroom and began looping the belt through the headboard as they usually did for restraints.

If Vincent wasn't there in .03 seconds he was going to make this whole thing even worse for him...

[cackledtelevision]

...Hm.

Vincent quietly used the other side of the wipe to run it through his hair to get his excess gel. He considered Alastor's words as he did, frowning to himself.

Alastor has professed in the past that he doesn't like the thought of Vincent dying or Alastor being the one to personally kill him. It's a mighty sentimental change compared to the first few years of their partnership, where Vincent was one day convinced Al would eat him for lunch.

...Despite the jarring message, Vincent trusts his partner to not do anything too crazy without communicating to him first.

So, he drops off the wipe, and unbuttons his shirt as he makes his way into the bedroom, dropping off his shirt into the hamper. He glances at Alastor's belt technique and with all the trust in his heart, sits on the bed.

Lack of a repartee... Nerves brewing.

"Usually you're less mysterious than this... just a .. mood, or something...?" He asks, lying on his back and in his usual long frame, bringing his arms up toward Alastor for him to cuff.

[the-radio-ler]

Alastor wasted not a second more before buckling the belt around Vincent's wrists and strapping them tight. Not too tight, they'd done this enough times for Alastor to know the exact notch to use to keep Vincent firmly but not painfully restrained.

Vincent's trust in him was beautiful... and entertaining. The man would walk off a cliff and see the drop coming as long as Alastor told him it was safe.

Luckily for Vincent, Alastor actually cared about him and had no interest in abusing the trust they'd carefully built together.

Vincent's question went unanswered. Instead, Alastor reached into the night stand on the other side of the bed and pulled out a mason jar. Vincent didn't need to know the contents. It was a mixture with a long list of ingredients that Alastor had spent far too long acquiring.

He unscrewed the lid, took a dollop onto his index and middle finger, and plopped the substance on Vincent's chest. He then began drawing a very specific design he'd memorized. A sigil. It was a rather complicated one. He made sure to get his details right.

The substance was like mud or some type of sludge, thick and viscous, not prone to dripping. It was a deep crimson and a warm temperature. No human senses would be able to immediately identify its origin, or even a single ingredient.

But with the context of the two's shared hobby, blood was probably a safe guess.

"Don't move, or else I won't be very nice once we get started."

Alastor's smile was large and manic as it typically was when he indulged in his occult hobbies. Though this smile was more than manic, it was giddy and excited for what was to come.

[cackledtelevision]

These two were the ones who watched each other's backs when it came to their passions for murdering Assholes. There had to be this base, unyielding trust when you've literally saved your darling from potential death and destruction. Vincent did have immense trust and faith in Alastor's lead.

Nonetheless, while he did have continued faith and trust in Al's Lead, he also could be understandably alarmed about Alastor's large amount of shenanigans that were also a piece of the puzzle that was Alastor's usual itinerary.

Case and point, whatever the Fuck This Was.

His head lifted as he stared with wide eyes at the Strangest Goop He's Ever Seen. Which is wild, because Vincent has seen some goop in his days! He stayed still, eyes snapping between the goop and Alastor's face, bro???

He didn't believe in Alastor's personal thoughts on the afterlife, mostly because of his daddy issues and refusal to be connected to Christianity while he got over those issues, but he could See that His Father and Alastor had the same Beliefs, just different steps.

"I'm not giving you my soul, nor my organs through... ritual sacrifice? Get 'em the old-fashioned way if you're so desperate." He attempted to joke, but Worry and Concern were still very verbal through his exclamation.

[the-radio-ler]

He refused to answer anymore questions until he was finished.

Which was right after he said the trigger.

His pupils grew larger and darker with a twinkle of red deep in depths.

"Augmenter la sensibilité."

Vincent would immediately feel a rush of tingling radiating from the sigil out to the rest of his body. He would feel each fold of clothing. Each bead of sweat.

Alastor's smile was ear to ear.

The substance on his chest had a slight glow so he knew it worked.

Alastor laughed loudly to himself while Vincent processed the feeling. Once he tapered off his laugh he sighed and pressed a gentle kiss to Vincent's forehead.

"I apologize for keeping you in the dark so long, darling. I could see you sweating."

Alastor licked one of the drips of sweat from the man's forehead. He leaned back and licked his lips with a grin.

"Sigils have many uses. Pain. Power. Pleasure. Or a combination. So if someone perhaps perfected one centuries ago to increase the sensitivity of torture victims, I suppose someone with different motives could increase their partner's sense of touch years later for... a good laugh?"

He fluttered a single finger on Vincent's lower rib for a mere second.

"We've toyed with something before. Certain things naturally increase sensitivity with no magic needed. Nervousness, anticipation... anxiety."

Alastor giggled.

"Telling you nothing left you quite an anxious mess. That fear served as natural fuel for this spell here." Al tapped his index finger into the glowing sigil. "Sorry about that. But you did look downright adorable so wide-eyed and hesitant... And yet you were still so trusting. I'm honored to have earned that from you."

[cackledtelevision]

Vincent was raised in New Orleans, his Dad never bothered to teach him more than English, but he was around the french community enough to slowly get Context Clues and understand the language.

He couldn't speak it himself; he was terrible with the pronunciation.

His eyebrows furrowed further, before the rush of the spell flowed through him, causing an immediate physical shiver. Vincent could have argued to himself that it was the reaction to seeing Alastor's eyes.

The redness within them was incredibly stunning, and looked almost Natural for the man whose current intense fixation on him was fitted with a Cheshire smile. Vincent, if this were any other circumstance, would be attempting to kiss the shit out of this man.

Despite the rather crazy lick he recieved .

Unfortunately, his attraction for Alastor and his apparent power were shoved to the side for more Important topics of conversation, like... RITUAL MAGIC WORKING??? and HELL BEING REAL???

"w-what the fuck..."

But what absolutely took the cake was the sensation of suddenly feeling So Much at once. Vincent shifted against the bed; the feeling of the bed covers moving against his back was a texture nightmare. As well as the feeling of Clothing in general, the rigid coolness of his jeans made him feel somehow claustrophobic, even though he'd been wearing these pants all damn day.

The cuffs, twitching against his wrists, the mere existence of his hair, the constant reminder that he was wearing glasses, even the blush against his face was so warm--

"M-MPHH--SNRRK--"

Shit, that tickled so badly??? What the hell?? He flinched desperately against the bed, wincing as the mere pulling on his arms.

His eyes, having fallen to stare at the bright sigil and check to make sure he hadn't, like... grown a tail or something, turned his head to stare wide-eyed at Alastor.

This... wasn't the most Insane thing Al had ever done, the dude was a cannibal for christs sake... but..

Vincent huffed in a soft chuckle, shifting against the bed to try to get comfortable, failing desperately at the notion.

"Only you would use a ritualistic spell made for the intent of Literal Torture to instead be used as a tickling device."

Despite the shock, he sounded fond, before he froze at the hidden probable intent, he immediately glared at Alastor.

"Hold on, D-Do NOT touch my pits with this on, I'm-- I'm so serious about that." He took a shaky breath.

The feeling of socks was uncomfortable; he desperately moved to shuffle them off his own feet with his own legs, the air beneath was a nice benefit, before--

all the blankets had the WORST texture in the universe what the shit--

Religious and Moral implications aside, if one were thinking on a romantic stand point... this was actually Very romantic. Perhaps the bar is in hell, but that's exactly where he and Al are apparently Going .

"Just-- tell me that it's reversible at least, please? Or-- has a time limit?? Or not permanent? I suddenly hate every choice I've ever made about these damned blankets, holy moly--"

Vincent kicked off the top blanket from beneath him, before grimacing as he Also didn't like the Next blanket choice. The man whined in soft frustration.

Focus on Al, not the blankets, hes the one with the actual power to destroy you .

"Just-- promise If i say screw off, you'll screw off? Cause-- I trust you, but doll..." He managed to pout up at his evil partner.

He does not have faith in his own energy.

[the-radio-ler]

Well that was a reaction indeed! His anxiety must’ve been quite high to power it up this much. This was going to go swimmingly…

“I can end it at anytime with a single word. And do you need another blanket to lay upon? I don’t want anything on your mind except you laughing yourself silly.”

He pressed the softest kiss to Vincent’s lips. He pulled back with a gentle expression.

“And no pits for today. I don’t want you passing out on me. The main point of this is to explore different spots. Just shout ‘mercy’ and I’ll stop, understand?”

Alastor leaned back over to the nightstand and pulled out two objects Alastor was all too familiar with.

A feather and one of Vincent’s makeup brushes. They used it for tickling so often they bought multiple. This was the fluffiest and softest one. Clean and ready to tickle. He showed them off proudly with a devious look.

[cackledtelevision]

Promising no murder on his pits?? His shoulders settle, thank god .

In a matter of Yeah, That's How That Works, the kiss was.... excellent, even within its short time limit. When Alastor pulled away, Vincent felt like he had been kissed for like... five minutes, in a short daze about the entire thing, he let out a small blissful hum, blinking slowly.

"If you could just pull back the blankets so I'm lying on the sheets? The softness of these blankets is a constant agitation, I swear I'm feeling every inch of the fluff--ohhhh I get it now."

Vincent's eyes lingered on the tools, the tools he had been so happy to constantly use on Alastor. While in usual circumstances, the use of these tools was productive, but usually for soft giggles. Fingers and hair brushes had always been much more effective.

…Knowing the feeling of texture that was already such a vibrant feeling for him, this... this was gonna be an experience.

Vincent's smile was shy as he lay there; the sound of his heart pounding in his chest was much louder in his ears. Despite the tumble of his brain, he understood that he was safe and fine.

He shuffled and stretched his belly, mainly so that Alastor could easily retrieve the fluffy blankets, half to be a menace toward what was Clearly Alastor's agenda for this thing.

"I understand, but imagine the fact that you need black magic so that I squeal as loudly as you do." He smirked, getting his taunts out early, not knowing the exact state of his coherent mind while being wrecked.

His eyes, now officially less Spooked, looked extremely giddy.

[cackledtelevision]

Thread that's a part of the murder media AU timeline!! Pre-Al death!! and Pre-Relationship, though that part will hopefully change during this specific thread!! ;3

lil bit angsty tho, cause mfs in 1900s and fucking up the egotistical white man is a fun past time, al truly made vincent into a cocky and vibrant mf <33 that's what love does ig!!

@the-radio-ler <33

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Vincent didn't talk about his parents; they weren't... physical to him in any regard during his childhood, never a character trait they typically possessed. Neither did they partake in illegal activities like Vincent did. So if Vincent compared them to himself, he was worse. Therefore, he had no right to complain.

It always came back to his eyes, their...strangeness. He'd be a perfectly overrated white man without a care in the damn world if he didn't have them, just had the simple blue or green eyes! Pick one, damn you.

Yet he didn't have normal eyes, so what else wasn't normal with him, hmmm?

Endless medical checkups for the first years of his life, his father was desperately trying to find something wrong with him. He didn't have any illnesses or setbacks, no stutter with his communication. This was a perfectly normal boy, with the only unfortunate note being his eyes. But something must be wrong with him. Supernatural, or demonic or even...

.........

He was never trusted; his father was always nitpicking everything he did. Making sure he was 'Manly' enough, or scrutinizing his voice. Everywhere he went, he was judged, while his father held a bottle, yelling, and found another reason why he wasn't perfect, why he was a mistake, pattering insult after insult. His genuine laugh was hidden quick.

Vincent had moved out as soon as he could, hoping independence or some other bullshit would get his father off his back. Unfortunately, the rest of the world had the same opinions on his eyes, on anything that wasn't considered "socially acceptable."

Finding Alastor was a breath of fresh air.

Al has never said an insulting word about his eyes and has been utterly willing to kill assholes of all kinds. So Vincent always knew he had to keep them separated. Not because Vincent thinks Al would "defend" his honor, but because the Man Was Racist, and while Vincent had thankfully grown out of what he was taught during childhood, his father Didn't.

"Dad's visiting." He'd say over the landline, "Avoid here this week. I'll call you when it's clear." Al would understand, because as much as Vincent didn't talk about his own father, Al didn't talk about his either.

To a granted point, they both kept to the decision, Al kept away, and Vincent called when his Dad was gone, and they'd meet up, get extra drunk and bloody.

Yet.. during his 30th birthday, Vincent hadn't called after the week was over, and he hadn't been seen in public, if at all. His talk show had taken a short break for a ... "vacation."

Really, what on earth is Vincent thinking, ignoring Alastor??

[cackledtelevision]

Vincent squinted at Al's face until he heard 'deal', before his smile grew, and he pulled the feather back.

"There we goooo! Was that so hard, piglet? One minor agreement that makes sure your favorite white boy doesn't pass out tomorrow." He happily hummed, putting the feather/pen combo in his pocket.

Letting Al's feet free as he slowly climbed up Al's vessel, wrapping his arms around him as he met up face to face. He gazed lovingly at Alastor.

Grinning at the ticklish Host, leaning over to kiss his cheeks. "Hiiii~, you having fun, Ally?" He cooed, gently parting Al's bangs for him.

"Lotta loud giggles and snorts back there, you're just the cutest ticklish piggy there is!!" Vincent playfully nuzzled their noses together, before connecting their foreheads.

"One of my favorite sounds, up there with every other sound you make!"

[the-radio-ler]

Alastor immediately planted his feet into the comforter and slowly rubbed them back and forth to try and eliminate the leftover tingling.

He looked up to see Vincent's utterly sappy lovestruck look.

It made him smile softly. He looked so stupidly happy. And Alastor was happy to see that.

Seems Vincent was going to become much more openly affectionate now that they've had their talk.

Alastor was unprepared but ready. He certainly wasn't upset with what he was receiving right now, those kisses to his cheeks making him want to giggle like a teenager with a crush.

"Big talk coming from a squeaky toy as high-pitched as you." Al wriggled a finger at his upper ribs with a snicker. "Though I must admit I have a fondness for those as well. Just like those eyes."

They truly were gorgeous, weren't they? Alastor was more mesmerized each time he looked at them. What ridiculous words could ever make Vincent believe they were an ugly feature?

"We are business partners, yes, but very obviously much more than that. Much deeper. For life and beyond, I would you like you to be mine, and as long as you're mine, I will be yours. Whatever that means to us."

[cackledtelevision]

Vincent blinked, warmth flowing through his veins. That was so...

Alastor was good at speaking from the heart, from telling his genuine opinion, even if it seemed like flirting. It was more effective than flirting, because he knew that Alastor wasn't saying this shit for shits and giggles.

He loved this man.

"I uh..." Vincent's smile was utterly blinding, with a soft pink flush. "The specific claim or decree is hard to say, but I'd like that. I'd like to be Yours."

No other specifications mattered.

Vincent hummed softly, moving a hand up to gently brush Al's hair behind his ears, unintentionally tracing over the shell of his ears.

"As long as you are Mine as well, for this life, and uh.. beyond."

[the-radio-ler]

It was a wonderful moment. They were both on the same page.

They were each other's. Whatever that meant to them. It was no one else's. Only theirs.

The sweet silence was interrupted with a loud snort as Vincent's brushing behind his ears was unintentionally ticklish. Alastor covered his mouth with the back of his wrist with an annoyed flush.

Curse his stupid fucking snort-laugh. At least the one person he was close with seemed to like it for some reason.

Didn't completely erase the embarrassment, however.

[cackledtelevision]

Vincent's fond gazing was halted as he literally flinched at Al's sudden snort, eyes widening in surprise before they narrowed mischievously.

"Really now, your ears are ticklish? Oh, Doll, you're just a gem of cute little spots and noises!" He let out an excited little gasp as he shuffled his arms, bringing both of them to either side of Alastor's head.

He determinedly traced both of the ears with his finger, watching Al's face with utter focus.

"Put your wrist back in the cuff, cutie, I'm not done with youuuu!" He cooed gently, leaning over to grab Al's wrist, kissing his hand. "C'monnn, I like your face! I get to watch it now, without being a boundary-breaking weirdo!"

Being this close meant he could happily catch every adorable detail of Al's reaction to his touches.

[the-radio-ler]

Vincent’s pure joy and adoration was a delight. It was also a nice comfort to to his embarrassment of the noise he made. Why he adored his snorting so much, Alastor couldn’t say.

But he was grateful for it.

He shook his head and clamped his hand over his giant grin, not wanting to give in to Vincent’s demands.

Because when did Alastor ever make things easy for him?

But past his hand anyone could hear his giggles and snorts. He lightly tosses his head back and forth and squirmed beneath the ticklish touch.

“Pfftehehe- snrk- ehehe -snrk!”

[cackledtelevision]

"Christ, you're so ticklish!"

Vincent's eyes were soft, Alastor looked adorable like this, one could even describe him as Cute. The man who laid here, pretending to be stubborn, hiding his smile like this, while he had a grand opportunity of escape, yet didn't try to use it at all.

Vincent hummed, inching himself a tiny bit forward, his hand shifting to rest on Alastor's chin, holding the shaking head in place, gently running his thumb on the other side for some comfort. He didn't want Alastor to accidentally bonk him, after all.

Utterly gentle, Vincent slowly ran his teeth over Alastor's earlobe, grinning to himself all the while.

"Goochie goochie goooo~, does it tickle, piglet? I think it doesss! Dawwww--" Whispering into the affected ear, before he proceeds to take the ear lobe between his teeth, wiggling it between his teeth.

[the-radio-ler]

thread set in the murder media au!! though not within its universe's canonical timeline, as supernatural things of origin are going to occur and blow Vincent's mind waaaay before he's scripted to learn about em, and that's just entirely way too soon!!

So, official!relationship, pre-al-death, pre-vince death! but not canon :3

@cackledtelevision

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Vincent's car sputtered as he slowed it to a stop. Vincent mindlessly took the keys out of his ignition as he turned it off. Letting out a breath of fresh air, his eyes shut closed as he took in the reality and peace that he was finally home.

It had been a long work day, nothing majorly crazy in terms of rude idiots, just taxing. The man ran a hand through his hair, smoothing out the gel that had been making his hair lose shape ever since he got out of work.

His eyes flicked open, and he hopefully scanned the house, smile twitching as he spotted the turned-on lights.

Alastor was here.

Vincent didn't waste another second as he got out of his car, speedily walking toward his front door, and opened the unlocked door. He closed it and locked it behind him, pulling his suit jacket off his back to put onto the coat hook.

"Alastor! I'm homeeee!" He sang in a chipper tune, he didn't smell food being cooked...

hm...

what's the Radio Host up to this afternoon?

Alastor had a plan.

It's something he thought of months ago, but only just now had what he needed to carry out.

And now that he was ready, he sat in wait at Vincent's house.

Once that door clicked open, Alastor stood from the table he was reading a newspaper at. He set down the paper and held up the other item that was waiting with him, to show it off to his target.

So the sight that greeted poor tired Vincent when he got home on this random Wednesday was Alastor standing in the foyer with a belt in his hand, narrow eyes, and a devious smile, saying: "Get on your bed, now. Top off. I have something I want to try."

Because why beat around the bush? Or give context of any kind?

[cackledtelevision]

Vincent froze in the midst of shoving his keys in his pocket. He stared for what felt like minutes at the display in front of him, shoving down his stupid human instincts of flight or bite.

"Welcome Home to you, too," he muttered, shoving his shoes off.

Alastor wasn't about that life, and if he suddenly expanded his sadistic urges about Vincent from Beyond Tickling, then Vincent should have been made aware like... Yesterday.

Cause... he's down with some things... but he knows Alastor's skill with this shit....

"Doll, I adore you, but you've gotta assure me that you aren't about to smack me around like I'm some Broad . Your energy is very... all over the place." Vincent waved his hand around before placing it on his hip with a raised eyebrow.

Not moving toward Alastor, he shuffled halfway into the bathroom, where he grabbed one of the wet wipes to dab at his face, getting his freckle makeup off. He kept a sharp eye on Alastor as he did so.

[the-radio-ler]

The only reason Al didn't have some strong words about him not immediately obeying was that he stopped to take off his makeup, which is how Alastor preferred him anyway.

"I assure you, you're going to be nothing but smiles and laughs. Now on the bed. It's getting cold."

Somehow net negative context.

Alastor figured that would be enough to send a message about the basis of this, while still keeping an air of mystery.

More than an air.

He promptly left for the bedroom and began looping the belt through the headboard as they usually did for restraints.

If Vincent wasn't there in .03 seconds he was going to make this whole thing even worse for him...

[cackledtelevision]

...Hm.

Vincent quietly used the other side of the wipe to run it through his hair to get his excess gel. He considered Alastor's words as he did, frowning to himself.

Alastor has professed in the past that he doesn't like the thought of Vincent dying or Alastor being the one to personally kill him. It's a mighty sentimental change compared to the first few years of their partnership, where Vincent was one day convinced Al would eat him for lunch.

...Despite the jarring message, Vincent trusts his partner to not do anything too crazy without communicating to him first.

So, he drops off the wipe, and unbuttons his shirt as he makes his way into the bedroom, dropping off his shirt into the hamper. He glances at Alastor's belt technique and with all the trust in his heart, sits on the bed.

Lack of a repartee... Nerves brewing.

"Usually you're less mysterious than this... just a .. mood, or something...?" He asks, lying on his back and in his usual long frame, bringing his arms up toward Alastor for him to cuff.

[the-radio-ler]

Alastor wasted not a second more before buckling the belt around Vincent's wrists and strapping them tight. Not too tight, they'd done this enough times for Alastor to know the exact notch to use to keep Vincent firmly but not painfully restrained.

Vincent's trust in him was beautiful... and entertaining. The man would walk off a cliff and see the drop coming as long as Alastor told him it was safe.

Luckily for Vincent, Alastor actually cared about him and had no interest in abusing the trust they'd carefully built together.

Vincent's question went unanswered. Instead, Alastor reached into the night stand on the other side of the bed and pulled out a mason jar. Vincent didn't need to know the contents. It was a mixture with a long list of ingredients that Alastor had spent far too long acquiring.

He unscrewed the lid, took a dollop onto his index and middle finger, and plopped the substance on Vincent's chest. He then began drawing a very specific design he'd memorized. A sigil. It was a rather complicated one. He made sure to get his details right.

The substance was like mud or some type of sludge, thick and viscous, not prone to dripping. It was a deep crimson and a warm temperature. No human senses would be able to immediately identify its origin, or even a single ingredient.

But with the context of the two's shared hobby, blood was probably a safe guess.

"Don't move, or else I won't be very nice once we get started."

Alastor's smile was large and manic as it typically was when he indulged in his occult hobbies. Though this smile was more than manic, it was giddy and excited for what was to come.

[cackledtelevision]

These two were the ones who watched each other's backs when it came to their passions for murdering Assholes. There had to be this base, unyielding trust when you've literally saved your darling from potential death and destruction. Vincent did have immense trust and faith in Alastor's lead.

Nonetheless, while he did have continued faith and trust in Al's Lead, he also could be understandably alarmed about Alastor's large amount of shenanigans that were also a piece of the puzzle that was Alastor's usual itinerary.

Case and point, whatever the Fuck This Was.

His head lifted as he stared with wide eyes at the Strangest Goop He's Ever Seen. Which is wild, because Vincent has seen some goop in his days! He stayed still, eyes snapping between the goop and Alastor's face, bro???

He didn't believe in Alastor's personal thoughts on the afterlife, mostly because of his daddy issues and refusal to be connected to Christianity while he got over those issues, but he could See that His Father and Alastor had the same Beliefs, just different steps.

"I'm not giving you my soul, nor my organs through... ritual sacrifice? Get 'em the old-fashioned way if you're so desperate." He attempted to joke, but Worry and Concern were still very verbal through his exclamation.

[the-radio-ler]

He refused to answer anymore questions until he was finished.

Which was right after he said the trigger.

His pupils grew larger and darker with a twinkle of red deep in depths.

"Augmenter la sensibilité."

Vincent would immediately feel a rush of tingling radiating from the sigil out to the rest of his body. He would feel each fold of clothing. Each bead of sweat.

Alastor's smile was ear to ear.

The substance on his chest had a slight glow so he knew it worked.

Alastor laughed loudly to himself while Vincent processed the feeling. Once he tapered off his laugh he sighed and pressed a gentle kiss to Vincent's forehead.

"I apologize for keeping you in the dark so long, darling. I could see you sweating."

Alastor licked one of the drips of sweat from the man's forehead. He leaned back and licked his lips with a grin.

"Sigils have many uses. Pain. Power. Pleasure. Or a combination. So if someone perhaps perfected one centuries ago to increase the sensitivity of torture victims, I suppose someone with different motives could increase their partner's sense of touch years later for... a good laugh?"

He fluttered a single finger on Vincent's lower rib for a mere second.

"We've toyed with something before. Certain things naturally increase sensitivity with no magic needed. Nervousness, anticipation... anxiety."

Alastor giggled.

"Telling you nothing left you quite an anxious mess. That fear served as natural fuel for this spell here." Al tapped his index finger into the glowing sigil. "Sorry about that. But you did look downright adorable so wide-eyed and hesitant... And yet you were still so trusting. I'm honored to have earned that from you."

[cackledtelevision]

Vincent was raised in New Orleans, his Dad never bothered to teach him more than English, but he was around the french community enough to slowly get Context Clues and understand the language.

He couldn't speak it himself; he was terrible with the pronunciation.

His eyebrows furrowed further, before the rush of the spell flowed through him, causing an immediate physical shiver. Vincent could have argued to himself that it was the reaction to seeing Alastor's eyes.

The redness within them was incredibly stunning, and looked almost Natural for the man whose current intense fixation on him was fitted with a Cheshire smile. Vincent, if this were any other circumstance, would be attempting to kiss the shit out of this man.

Despite the rather crazy lick he recieved .

Unfortunately, his attraction for Alastor and his apparent power were shoved to the side for more Important topics of conversation, like... RITUAL MAGIC WORKING??? and HELL BEING REAL???

"w-what the fuck..."

But what absolutely took the cake was the sensation of suddenly feeling So Much at once. Vincent shifted against the bed; the feeling of the bed covers moving against his back was a texture nightmare. As well as the feeling of Clothing in general, the rigid coolness of his jeans made him feel somehow claustrophobic, even though he'd been wearing these pants all damn day.

The cuffs, twitching against his wrists, the mere existence of his hair, the constant reminder that he was wearing glasses, even the blush against his face was so warm--

"M-MPHH--SNRRK--"

Shit, that tickled so badly??? What the hell?? He flinched desperately against the bed, wincing as the mere pulling on his arms.

His eyes, having fallen to stare at the bright sigil and check to make sure he hadn't, like... grown a tail or something, turned his head to stare wide-eyed at Alastor.

This... wasn't the most Insane thing Al had ever done, the dude was a cannibal for christs sake... but..

Vincent huffed in a soft chuckle, shifting against the bed to try to get comfortable, failing desperately at the notion.

"Only you would use a ritualistic spell made for the intent of Literal Torture to instead be used as a tickling device."

Despite the shock, he sounded fond, before he froze at the hidden probable intent, he immediately glared at Alastor.

"Hold on, D-Do NOT touch my pits with this on, I'm-- I'm so serious about that." He took a shaky breath.

The feeling of socks was uncomfortable; he desperately moved to shuffle them off his own feet with his own legs, the air beneath was a nice benefit, before--

all the blankets had the WORST texture in the universe what the shit--

Religious and Moral implications aside, if one were thinking on a romantic stand point... this was actually Very romantic. Perhaps the bar is in hell, but that's exactly where he and Al are apparently Going .

"Just-- tell me that it's reversible at least, please? Or-- has a time limit?? Or not permanent? I suddenly hate every choice I've ever made about these damned blankets, holy moly--"

Vincent kicked off the top blanket from beneath him, before grimacing as he Also didn't like the Next blanket choice. The man whined in soft frustration.

Focus on Al, not the blankets, hes the one with the actual power to destroy you .

"Just-- promise If i say screw off, you'll screw off? Cause-- I trust you, but doll..." He managed to pout up at his evil partner.

He does not have faith in his own energy.

[the-radio-ler]

thread set in the murder media au!! though not within its universe's canonical timeline, as supernatural things of origin are going to occur and blow Vincent's mind waaaay before he's scripted to learn about em, and that's just entirely way too soon!!

So, official!relationship, pre-al-death, pre-vince death! but not canon :3

@cackledtelevision

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Vincent's car sputtered as he slowed it to a stop. Vincent mindlessly took the keys out of his ignition as he turned it off. Letting out a breath of fresh air, his eyes shut closed as he took in the reality and peace that he was finally home.

It had been a long work day, nothing majorly crazy in terms of rude idiots, just taxing. The man ran a hand through his hair, smoothing out the gel that had been making his hair lose shape ever since he got out of work.

His eyes flicked open, and he hopefully scanned the house, smile twitching as he spotted the turned-on lights.

Alastor was here.

Vincent didn't waste another second as he got out of his car, speedily walking toward his front door, and opened the unlocked door. He closed it and locked it behind him, pulling his suit jacket off his back to put onto the coat hook.

"Alastor! I'm homeeee!" He sang in a chipper tune, he didn't smell food being cooked...

hm...

what's the Radio Host up to this afternoon?

Alastor had a plan.

It's something he thought of months ago, but only just now had what he needed to carry out.

And now that he was ready, he sat in wait at Vincent's house.

Once that door clicked open, Alastor stood from the table he was reading a newspaper at. He set down the paper and held up the other item that was waiting with him, to show it off to his target.

So the sight that greeted poor tired Vincent when he got home on this random Wednesday was Alastor standing in the foyer with a belt in his hand, narrow eyes, and a devious smile, saying: "Get on your bed, now. Top off. I have something I want to try."

Because why beat around the bush? Or give context of any kind?

[cackledtelevision]

Vincent froze in the midst of shoving his keys in his pocket. He stared for what felt like minutes at the display in front of him, shoving down his stupid human instincts of flight or bite.

"Welcome Home to you, too," he muttered, shoving his shoes off.

Alastor wasn't about that life, and if he suddenly expanded his sadistic urges about Vincent from Beyond Tickling, then Vincent should have been made aware like... Yesterday.

Cause... he's down with some things... but he knows Alastor's skill with this shit....

"Doll, I adore you, but you've gotta assure me that you aren't about to smack me around like I'm some Broad . Your energy is very... all over the place." Vincent waved his hand around before placing it on his hip with a raised eyebrow.

Not moving toward Alastor, he shuffled halfway into the bathroom, where he grabbed one of the wet wipes to dab at his face, getting his freckle makeup off. He kept a sharp eye on Alastor as he did so.

[the-radio-ler]

The only reason Al didn't have some strong words about him not immediately obeying was that he stopped to take off his makeup, which is how Alastor preferred him anyway.

"I assure you, you're going to be nothing but smiles and laughs. Now on the bed. It's getting cold."

Somehow net negative context.

Alastor figured that would be enough to send a message about the basis of this, while still keeping an air of mystery.

More than an air.

He promptly left for the bedroom and began looping the belt through the headboard as they usually did for restraints.

If Vincent wasn't there in .03 seconds he was going to make this whole thing even worse for him...

[cackledtelevision]

...Hm.

Vincent quietly used the other side of the wipe to run it through his hair to get his excess gel. He considered Alastor's words as he did, frowning to himself.

Alastor has professed in the past that he doesn't like the thought of Vincent dying or Alastor being the one to personally kill him. It's a mighty sentimental change compared to the first few years of their partnership, where Vincent was one day convinced Al would eat him for lunch.

...Despite the jarring message, Vincent trusts his partner to not do anything too crazy without communicating to him first.

So, he drops off the wipe, and unbuttons his shirt as he makes his way into the bedroom, dropping off his shirt into the hamper. He glances at Alastor's belt technique and with all the trust in his heart, sits on the bed.

Lack of a repartee... Nerves brewing.

"Usually you're less mysterious than this... just a .. mood, or something...?" He asks, lying on his back and in his usual long frame, bringing his arms up toward Alastor for him to cuff.

[the-radio-ler]

Alastor wasted not a second more before buckling the belt around Vincent's wrists and strapping them tight. Not too tight, they'd done this enough times for Alastor to know the exact notch to use to keep Vincent firmly but not painfully restrained.

Vincent's trust in him was beautiful... and entertaining. The man would walk off a cliff and see the drop coming as long as Alastor told him it was safe.

Luckily for Vincent, Alastor actually cared about him and had no interest in abusing the trust they'd carefully built together.

Vincent's question went unanswered. Instead, Alastor reached into the night stand on the other side of the bed and pulled out a mason jar. Vincent didn't need to know the contents. It was a mixture with a long list of ingredients that Alastor had spent far too long acquiring.

He unscrewed the lid, took a dollop onto his index and middle finger, and plopped the substance on Vincent's chest. He then began drawing a very specific design he'd memorized. A sigil. It was a rather complicated one. He made sure to get his details right.

The substance was like mud or some type of sludge, thick and viscous, not prone to dripping. It was a deep crimson and a warm temperature. No human senses would be able to immediately identify its origin, or even a single ingredient.

But with the context of the two's shared hobby, blood was probably a safe guess.

"Don't move, or else I won't be very nice once we get started."

Alastor's smile was large and manic as it typically was when he indulged in his occult hobbies. Though this smile was more than manic, it was giddy and excited for what was to come.

[cackledtelevision]

These two were the ones who watched each other's backs when it came to their passions for murdering Assholes. There had to be this base, unyielding trust when you've literally saved your darling from potential death and destruction. Vincent did have immense trust and faith in Alastor's lead.

Nonetheless, while he did have continued faith and trust in Al's Lead, he also could be understandably alarmed about Alastor's large amount of shenanigans that were also a piece of the puzzle that was Alastor's usual itinerary.

Case and point, whatever the Fuck This Was.

His head lifted as he stared with wide eyes at the Strangest Goop He's Ever Seen. Which is wild, because Vincent has seen some goop in his days! He stayed still, eyes snapping between the goop and Alastor's face, bro???

He didn't believe in Alastor's personal thoughts on the afterlife, mostly because of his daddy issues and refusal to be connected to Christianity while he got over those issues, but he could See that His Father and Alastor had the same Beliefs, just different steps.

"I'm not giving you my soul, nor my organs through... ritual sacrifice? Get 'em the old-fashioned way if you're so desperate." He attempted to joke, but Worry and Concern were still very verbal through his exclamation.

[cackledtelevision]

Thread that's a part of the murder media AU timeline!! Pre-Al death!! and Pre-Relationship, though that part will hopefully change during this specific thread!! ;3

lil bit angsty tho, cause mfs in 1900s and fucking up the egotistical white man is a fun past time, al truly made vincent into a cocky and vibrant mf <33 that's what love does ig!!

@the-radio-ler <33

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Vincent didn't talk about his parents; they weren't... physical to him in any regard during his childhood, never a character trait they typically possessed. Neither did they partake in illegal activities like Vincent did. So if Vincent compared them to himself, he was worse. Therefore, he had no right to complain.

It always came back to his eyes, their...strangeness. He'd be a perfectly overrated white man without a care in the damn world if he didn't have them, just had the simple blue or green eyes! Pick one, damn you.

Yet he didn't have normal eyes, so what else wasn't normal with him, hmmm?

Endless medical checkups for the first years of his life, his father was desperately trying to find something wrong with him. He didn't have any illnesses or setbacks, no stutter with his communication. This was a perfectly normal boy, with the only unfortunate note being his eyes. But something must be wrong with him. Supernatural, or demonic or even...

.........

He was never trusted; his father was always nitpicking everything he did. Making sure he was 'Manly' enough, or scrutinizing his voice. Everywhere he went, he was judged, while his father held a bottle, yelling, and found another reason why he wasn't perfect, why he was a mistake, pattering insult after insult. His genuine laugh was hidden quick.

Vincent had moved out as soon as he could, hoping independence or some other bullshit would get his father off his back. Unfortunately, the rest of the world had the same opinions on his eyes, on anything that wasn't considered "socially acceptable."

Finding Alastor was a breath of fresh air.

Al has never said an insulting word about his eyes and has been utterly willing to kill assholes of all kinds. So Vincent always knew he had to keep them separated. Not because Vincent thinks Al would "defend" his honor, but because the Man Was Racist, and while Vincent had thankfully grown out of what he was taught during childhood, his father Didn't.

"Dad's visiting." He'd say over the landline, "Avoid here this week. I'll call you when it's clear." Al would understand, because as much as Vincent didn't talk about his own father, Al didn't talk about his either.

To a granted point, they both kept to the decision, Al kept away, and Vincent called when his Dad was gone, and they'd meet up, get extra drunk and bloody.

Yet.. during his 30th birthday, Vincent hadn't called after the week was over, and he hadn't been seen in public, if at all. His talk show had taken a short break for a ... "vacation."

Really, what on earth is Vincent thinking, ignoring Alastor??

[cackledtelevision]

Vincent squinted at Al's face until he heard 'deal', before his smile grew, and he pulled the feather back.

"There we goooo! Was that so hard, piglet? One minor agreement that makes sure your favorite white boy doesn't pass out tomorrow." He happily hummed, putting the feather/pen combo in his pocket.

Letting Al's feet free as he slowly climbed up Al's vessel, wrapping his arms around him as he met up face to face. He gazed lovingly at Alastor.

Grinning at the ticklish Host, leaning over to kiss his cheeks. "Hiiii~, you having fun, Ally?" He cooed, gently parting Al's bangs for him.

"Lotta loud giggles and snorts back there, you're just the cutest ticklish piggy there is!!" Vincent playfully nuzzled their noses together, before connecting their foreheads.

"One of my favorite sounds, up there with every other sound you make!"

[the-radio-ler]

Alastor immediately planted his feet into the comforter and slowly rubbed them back and forth to try and eliminate the leftover tingling.

He looked up to see Vincent's utterly sappy lovestruck look.

It made him smile softly. He looked so stupidly happy. And Alastor was happy to see that.

Seems Vincent was going to become much more openly affectionate now that they've had their talk.

Alastor was unprepared but ready. He certainly wasn't upset with what he was receiving right now, those kisses to his cheeks making him want to giggle like a teenager with a crush.

"Big talk coming from a squeaky toy as high-pitched as you." Al wriggled a finger at his upper ribs with a snicker. "Though I must admit I have a fondness for those as well. Just like those eyes."

They truly were gorgeous, weren't they? Alastor was more mesmerized each time he looked at them. What ridiculous words could ever make Vincent believe they were an ugly feature?

"We are business partners, yes, but very obviously much more than that. Much deeper. For life and beyond, I would you like you to be mine, and as long as you're mine, I will be yours. Whatever that means to us."

[cackledtelevision]

Vincent blinked, warmth flowing through his veins. That was so...

Alastor was good at speaking from the heart, from telling his genuine opinion, even if it seemed like flirting. It was more effective than flirting, because he knew that Alastor wasn't saying this shit for shits and giggles.

He loved this man.

"I uh..." Vincent's smile was utterly blinding, with a soft pink flush. "The specific claim or decree is hard to say, but I'd like that. I'd like to be Yours."

No other specifications mattered.

Vincent hummed softly, moving a hand up to gently brush Al's hair behind his ears, unintentionally tracing over the shell of his ears.

"As long as you are Mine as well, for this life, and uh.. beyond."

[the-radio-ler]

It was a wonderful moment. They were both on the same page.

They were each other's. Whatever that meant to them. It was no one else's. Only theirs.

The sweet silence was interrupted with a loud snort as Vincent's brushing behind his ears was unintentionally ticklish. Alastor covered his mouth with the back of his wrist with an annoyed flush.

Curse his stupid fucking snort-laugh. At least the one person he was close with seemed to like it for some reason.

Didn't completely erase the embarrassment, however.

[cackledtelevision]

Vincent's fond gazing was halted as he literally flinched at Al's sudden snort, eyes widening in surprise before they narrowed mischievously.

"Really now, your ears are ticklish? Oh, Doll, you're just a gem of cute little spots and noises!" He let out an excited little gasp as he shuffled his arms, bringing both of them to either side of Alastor's head.

He determinedly traced both of the ears with his finger, watching Al's face with utter focus.

"Put your wrist back in the cuff, cutie, I'm not done with youuuu!" He cooed gently, leaning over to grab Al's wrist, kissing his hand. "C'monnn, I like your face! I get to watch it now, without being a boundary-breaking weirdo!"

Being this close meant he could happily catch every adorable detail of Al's reaction to his touches.

[the-radio-ler]

thread set in the murder media au!! though not within its universe's canonical timeline, as supernatural things of origin are going to occur and blow Vincent's mind waaaay before he's scripted to learn about em, and that's just entirely way too soon!!

So, official!relationship, pre-al-death, pre-vince death! but not canon :3

@cackledtelevision

-

Vincent's car sputtered as he slowed it to a stop. Vincent mindlessly took the keys out of his ignition as he turned it off. Letting out a breath of fresh air, his eyes shut closed as he took in the reality and peace that he was finally home.

It had been a long work day, nothing majorly crazy in terms of rude idiots, just taxing. The man ran a hand through his hair, smoothing out the gel that had been making his hair lose shape ever since he got out of work.

His eyes flicked open, and he hopefully scanned the house, smile twitching as he spotted the turned-on lights.

Alastor was here.

Vincent didn't waste another second as he got out of his car, speedily walking toward his front door, and opened the unlocked door. He closed it and locked it behind him, pulling his suit jacket off his back to put onto the coat hook.

"Alastor! I'm homeeee!" He sang in a chipper tune, he didn't smell food being cooked...

hm...

what's the Radio Host up to this afternoon?

Alastor had a plan.

It's something he thought of months ago, but only just now had what he needed to carry out.

And now that he was ready, he sat in wait at Vincent's house.

Once that door clicked open, Alastor stood from the table he was reading a newspaper at. He set down the paper and held up the other item that was waiting with him, to show it off to his target.

So the sight that greeted poor tired Vincent when he got home on this random Wednesday was Alastor standing in the foyer with a belt in his hand, narrow eyes, and a devious smile, saying: "Get on your bed, now. Top off. I have something I want to try."

Because why beat around the bush? Or give context of any kind?

[cackledtelevision]

Vincent froze in the midst of shoving his keys in his pocket. He stared for what felt like minutes at the display in front of him, shoving down his stupid human instincts of flight or bite.

"Welcome Home to you, too," he muttered, shoving his shoes off.

Alastor wasn't about that life, and if he suddenly expanded his sadistic urges about Vincent from Beyond Tickling, then Vincent should have been made aware like... Yesterday.

Cause... he's down with some things... but he knows Alastor's skill with this shit....

"Doll, I adore you, but you've gotta assure me that you aren't about to smack me around like I'm some Broad . Your energy is very... all over the place." Vincent waved his hand around before placing it on his hip with a raised eyebrow.

Not moving toward Alastor, he shuffled halfway into the bathroom, where he grabbed one of the wet wipes to dab at his face, getting his freckle makeup off. He kept a sharp eye on Alastor as he did so.

[the-radio-ler]

The only reason Al didn't have some strong words about him not immediately obeying was that he stopped to take off his makeup, which is how Alastor preferred him anyway.

"I assure you, you're going to be nothing but smiles and laughs. Now on the bed. It's getting cold."

Somehow net negative context.

Alastor figured that would be enough to send a message about the basis of this, while still keeping an air of mystery.

More than an air.

He promptly left for the bedroom and began looping the belt through the headboard as they usually did for restraints.

If Vincent wasn't there in .03 seconds he was going to make this whole thing even worse for him...

[cackledtelevision]

...Hm.

Vincent quietly used the other side of the wipe to run it through his hair to get his excess gel. He considered Alastor's words as he did, frowning to himself.

Alastor has professed in the past that he doesn't like the thought of Vincent dying or Alastor being the one to personally kill him. It's a mighty sentimental change compared to the first few years of their partnership, where Vincent was one day convinced Al would eat him for lunch.

...Despite the jarring message, Vincent trusts his partner to not do anything too crazy without communicating to him first.

So, he drops off the wipe, and unbuttons his shirt as he makes his way into the bedroom, dropping off his shirt into the hamper. He glances at Alastor's belt technique and with all the trust in his heart, sits on the bed.

Lack of a repartee... Nerves brewing.

"Usually you're less mysterious than this... just a .. mood, or something...?" He asks, lying on his back and in his usual long frame, bringing his arms up toward Alastor for him to cuff.