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Summary: Everyday life slowly returns to the Hazbin Hotel now that Vox is no longer a threat. New sinners move into the hotel, now that they know redemption really works. The hotel is a huge success. But something is dampening the mood. Charlie feels terrible when she thinks about how she treated Alastor and her own father during the recent events. She had already apologized to Alastor, but could she do the same to her father after everything that had happened between them?
Warnings: HEAVY spoilers for Season 2, so if you haven't watched the season yet; DON'T read this! Fluff, more fluff, lots of (sfw) tickles. Since this is a tickle fic: Don't read if you don't like. Also a warning for swearing in this one because it's Hazbin Hotel. If you're a minor, reading this fic and complaining, then why are you even watching shows like this when it's not even for your age?!
As always: English isn't my first language and I translated this from german into english, so be aware that this is not perfect english. I hope it's okay, for I am a little rusty in terms of writing fanfiction. Haven't done this in over a year, so forgive me if this isn't high quality content.
Word count: Almost 4500 words.
Authors note: I am not really back in the writer community, but this idea has been stuck in my head ever since I finished the second season. This was something that bothered me so very much: The way Alastor and Lucifer got treated in this season. I didn't like that at all and fortuntately fanfiction exists. I had to write this down and since some people showed interest, I decided to share it. Please also read the tags when you're done reading, for I've put a question into the tags ;)
Please enjoy it and I would be very happy if you leave me some feedback when you're done reading. This would be much appreciated :).
Fic under the cut:
Just say sorry
Days had passed since the battle against Vox and slowly, normality was returning to Hell. Well, more or less. If you could talk about something like normality in Hell in the first place.
A lot had happened in the last few weeks.
And much of what had happened was difficult to forget for everyone involved in recent events.
Charlie was sitting on her bed, all alone, her knees pulled up to her chest and her head resting on them, lost in her gloomy thoughts.
Vaggie was in the lobby with the others, helping to check the new sinners into the hotel. Charlie had actually wanted to help too, but her girlfriend had thought she urgently needed some rest and if Charlie was honest, she was grateful for the little break Vaggie had given her.
But now, sitting here all alone, a storm of thoughts and memories raged through her head that just wouldn't stop. She thought about everything that had happened and felt increasingly ashamed of her actions or the way she had behaved when Vox had tried to damage her reputation and manipulate her.
She hadn't exactly behaved like the princess of hell in these times. No. In many situations, she had behaved like a stubborn little brat instead of an adult demoness. Something she only now truly realized and which made her cheeks glow pink from sheer embarrassment, because the full range of her childish decisions and the way she had behaved only now became clear to her and yes, she felt increasingly ashamed of that and just wished she could forget about what had happened.
And if it wasn't the childish things she had done, it was the fact that she had been so obsessed with getting her mother's attention that she had almost completely forgotten about her friends and even her own father. The people that had always been there for her, unlike her mother, who was never calling back when she had begged her for help!
Just thinking about how she had practically abandoned Alastor when he was kidnapped by Vox made her shudder uncomfortably, even though she had recently found the courage to apologize to him. She had been surprised that the Radio Demon had accepted her apology at all. She was grateful for that and gave Alastor his space as he was still recovering from his fight with Vox and he seemed to need some distance to her and the others after all that had happened recently. He had suffered many wounds from the fight against Vox and the one he had received from Adam months ago further weakened him. He still wasn’t in a good mood and Charlie decided to give him all the space and time he needed. She could understand him and why he was pissed, because he had risk his life to protect this hotel when Adam and his army of exorcists had attack and then Charlie had “thanked him” by abandoning him when Vox had managed to capture him? What kind of friend was she?!
She was just glad he came back to the hotel after everything that had happened and how he was treated. She would give him all the time he needed now and if he didn’t want to spend time with her or the other then she would accept this without asking for a reason.
She had offered to help him with his wounds, but stubborn as Alastor was, he had politely declined, saying he could take care of them himself, since he was on his own all the time anyway. And yes, Charlie admitted, embarrassed, that she had more than deserved that verbal punch.
In the end she was just happy that he had moved back into the hotel after all, even if it was only to continue arguing with her father. A thought that made her roll her eyes. Those two just wouldn’t get along with one another and behaved like an old married couple. Or like oil and water whenever they met.
While she was on the subject...
In retrospect, she was also ashamed when she thought about how she had treated her father.
Lucifer had taken on Vox to protect her and she had thanked him by yelling at him. And in front of her girlfriend, too. She had seen how frightened her dad had reacted and that it must have triggered old traumas from his fall the moment she had dared to raise her voice in front of him. She felt miserable and ashamed for having done such a terrible thing and as if that wasn’t bad enough, she had hardly cared when Vox had abused him as a living battery. Well, to be fair she didn’t know about that until the end, but still…her dad had been missing the whole time and she hadn’t even bothered to look for him. He could have died and she wouldn’t even have found out about this because she was caring for other things back then.
What kind of daughter was she, who had almost left her own father to die?
It was bad enough that she had treated Vaggie like shit. Even worse that she hadn’t even tried to help Alastor out of his misery when he had been in Vox clutches. But not even caring for her dad, her family, when he was about to die from a maniac like Vox was the worst thing she had ever done in her entire life.
A whimper escaped her throat as all these thoughts overwhelmed her and her fingers dug into her hair as everything became too much to bear.
Lucifer was still struggling with the aftermath of Vox's attack on him. He was still weak and even though he tried to hide his wounds, Charlie knew they were there. Wounds she could have prevented if she hadn't yelled at him and kicked him out of the hotel! He was a powerful Seraphim, strong enough to level the entirety of Hell. The fact that he could no longer even heal himself with his angelic powers spoke volumes and demonstrated how weakened he still was. Even if he tried to hide his true feelings under his cheerful mask, Charlie could see the storm of thoughts and feelings inside of him whenever she glanced at him when he came out of his room. Which didn’t happen too often, because he was the King of Hell and apparently he didn’t want his subjects to see him this weak.
“Oh, Dad...” she murmured plaintively into the silence of the room, her cheeks burning bright with shame.
It was time to sincerely apologize to her father for her behavior.
How often had she taught Sir Pentious that one must always apologize for one's misdeeds, and yet she herself hadn’t been able to bring herself to sit down with him and apologize to him. It was the least she could do, but day after day she had put it off and avoided Lucifer. She could hardly look him in the face; she was so ashamed of her actions.
It was time to grow a pair and finally talk to him!
She had even made him leave the hotel and because of her, he had been lured into a trap by Vox and then he had been tortured. If she hadn't treated him so badly, none of this would have happened. Vox wouldn't have been able to start his machine. And he would never have been able to attack Heaven, let alone destroy half of Pride Ring. When she thought about it, it was all her fault. And all because she had behaved like a little brat instead of acting like the princess she was and taking responsibility.
Once again, a whimper escaped her lips and tears ran down her cheeks as she realized how much damage she had caused. She was the princess of Hell and she had sworn to protect her people and not harm them!
The city was currently being rebuilt and despite her actions, many sinners had moved into the hotel after seeing proof that demons could be redeemed and ascend to heaven.
Her hotel was running perfectly and yet she sat here, giving in to her grief and dark thoughts. This couldn't go on. No way. She had to do something!
She wiped the tears from her reddened eyes and made a decision. Gathering all her courage, she got up and made her way to the top floor.
To where Lucifer had his room...
A few minutes later, she stood in front of her father's room, with her heart pounding wildly inside her chest. She was nervous. So nervous, that she hesitated to knock on the door. But she knew she couldn't leave and that she had to apologize to him for her behavior, so she gathered all her courage and knocked on the door before she could change her mind.
She heard rumbling behind the door and couldn't help but roll her eyes playfully, her lips twitching upward slightly for the first time in days when she heard her father call out from behind the door that he would be with his visitor in a moment.
Just a few moments later, the door opened and Lucifer appeared on the threshold. Dressed in a much too large fluffy sweater and matching cozy pants and...were those duck-shaped slippers? Oh man. He didn't look royal at all and it was this sight that eased Charlie's nervousness a little and almost brought a small smile to her lips.
“Oh, hey Charlie. What brings you here?”
Now or never...
The small smile on Charlie's face now looked tense and embarrassed as she scratched the back of her head and tried to avoid her father's gaze. Too much had happened between them in the last few weeks and she found it difficult to even look him in the eyes. Her shame grew with every passing second, but she had to do this. Otherwise, she was sure she wouldn't be able to sleep peacefully again.
“Hi, Dad. I... I wanted to talk to you. Do you have a moment?”
The words came out awkwardly, almost like a whisper and she kept her eyes lowered.
For a moment, there was silence between them until a hand rested on her shoulder, making her flinch. And then, finally, she dared to look up.
What she saw made her heart skip a beat, because the fallen angel gave her such a loving smile that tears threatened to well up in her eyes again.
Apparently, he knew why she had come and what she wanted to talk to him about.
“Come in. Then we can talk in peace.”
Nervously, Charlie followed him into his room. As usual, the King's room looked as if a shipload of rubber ducks had exploded in there. A fact, that usually made her smile and shake her head. But today, only shame was visible on her face. Here and there, she could even see a few oversized stuffed animals shaped like ducks on his bed. As far as she knew, they were new. Who could have given them to him? She would look into that in due course, but now there were other things she had to focus on.
Her heart was pounding wildly in her chest as if she had run a marathon across the entire of hell when Lucifer closed the door and they were both alone.
She shyly sat down on the edge of his bed, kept her gaze lowered and kneaded her hands in her lap. She was so nervous and didn't know where to start.
So she took a deep breath, tried to calm her nerves and lifted her head slightly, shyly seeking the king's gaze before she began to speak.
“Dad. I wanted you to know that...I...well...I'm...”
She didn't even get to finish her sentence, because Lucifer was at her side before she even realized what was happening. His arms closed around her and she was pressed tightly against him. Immediately, his warmth transferred to her body, releasing her tension and nervousness. She felt his heartbeat, heard the steady thumping in her ear and that was all she needed for her nerves to relax.
He was alive and well. She felt and heard his life thumping in her ear. The most beautiful sound in hell. Her dad was here, alive, and she was lying in his arms, feeling his warmth and his unconditional love. After everything that had happened between them, he still loved her.
“Dad, I—”
“Shhh. I know, Charlie. I know...”
It was just a whisper that left his lips, but Charlie understood.
Not a word came from her lips as she closed her eyes and leaned against the Seraphim, who was still holding her in his arms as if he feared someone might snatch her away from him.
No words were needed for him to know why his daughter had come to him and Charlie was also relieved that her dad forgave her for her actions.
“I'm so sorry, Dad,” she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes again, which she could barely hold back. Seconds later, a sob shook her body as all her feelings of guilt came crashing down on her and the floodgates opened.
Lucifer let her cry and waited until she calmed down. Only then did he wipe the tears from her eyes with his thumbs, gently grabbing her chin to lift her head.
“It's okay, Charlie. There's nothing to forgive.”
Her eyes widened and she wanted to protest, but Lucifer put a finger to her lips and silenced her.
“I said there's nothing to forgive. Everything is okay. I'm not mad at you. You were under a lot of stress. I understand that, because I've been in situations like that myself.”
He lovingly brushed her hair from her forehead and gave her such a gentle smile that only an angel could give.
“I will never again allow a demon to drive a wedge between us. Never again, do you hear me?”
Hellfire flared briefly in his eyes and he bared his fangs like the beast that slumbered deep within him. But as quickly as it had come, it disappeared, giving way to the angel he was.
For a long moment, father and daughter just stared at each other until Lucifer broke the silence and gave his daughter a small, mischievous smile.
“How about giving me a smile instead of this gloomy look of yours, hm?” he asked and the teasing tone didn’t escape Charlie, but the shame inside her was too great for her to play along. Nevertheless, she tried to give him a smile, but it looked rather forced than sincere.
Lucifer grimaced when he saw the forced smile on his daughter's face and shook his head with a sigh.
“You can do better than that, Char, Char.”
Charlie tried again, but once more without success, which elicited another sigh from the King of Hell.
“Seriously, Charlie. That's not a smile. You know what? You're not leaving this room until you've given me a real smile.”
The young princess was about to open her mouth to say something, but instead of words, a surprised squeak escaped her throat when she suddenly felt a movement at her side. She flinched and stared at her dad in disbelief, who grinned at her from ear to ear.
"What? If you can't manage to give me a smile, I'll just have to help you along and this always works."
To emphasize his words, he gave her sides a few playful squeezes that had her flinching and giggling for the first time in what felt like an eternity for her.
This couldn't be happening. She tried to apologize and what did he do? He tickled her and grinned so broadly that her cheeks turned red. This angel just couldn’t stay serious. And maybe that was exactly what she needed. What they both needed after all the bad things that had been happening between them.
“Dahahahahad! Are you s-serious?” she asked between her giggle fit, playfully swatting his hands away. At the same time, she felt the weight lift from her shoulders. The grin, the playful twinkle in the angel’s eyes and his playful manner were contagious and, for the first time in weeks, freed her mind from all the bad thoughts. Now there was only her and him. A family again. And the smile, that was appearing on her face, was finally genuine.
“Oh yes, I'm dead serious. Come here! I am not done yet! You still need to learn how to give your old man a proper smile!”
She squealed when his hands reached for her sides once more, but this time she managed to deftly dodge him and jump off the bed. She didn't just stand there idly, but immediately went for a counterattack, because what Hell didn't know was that their king was ticklish too. Very ticklish, to be precise. And Charlie guarded this knowledge like nothing else in this world but that didn’t mean that she wouldn’t use it against him. Oh no. She loved using it against him because she always got the cutest reactions from him when she hit the right places. And he had a lot of these places…
“Oh no, Dad. Not in a million years!” she said, laughing happily, as she tried to tickle Lucifer back, but he jumped backwards with a grin and deftly dodged her hand.
“You have to be faster than that, little duckling!”
Even in his still weakened state, Lucifer was faster than her and managed to dodge her again and again, laughing and he tried tickling her back. Charlie's cheerful laughter filled the room within seconds as his hands found her belly this time. A sound as beautiful as no other in his ears and he never wanted to miss it again.
But the more he lost himself in his cheerfulness, the more careless he became.
In the end, his rubber ducks were his undoing, because when he wasn't paying attention, he stepped onto one of them (which let out a loud squeak as if it wanted to protest) and stumbled. Charlie was immediately upon him, throwing herself on top of him and forcing the Seraphim onto his back. Laughing, the two fell into a sea of rubber ducks and Charlie immediately launched a counterattack, straddling his legs and pinning him to the floor with her weight so that he couldn’t get up. Well...at least in her illusion.
They both knew that Lucifer only needed to snap his fingers to make her stop, but he didn't do so, because he was enjoying these silly games just as much as Charlie was and allowed her to tickle him. And this was just the perfect situation for some bonding time between father and daughter. They both needed this badly after everything that had been happening.
The young demoness could hardly contain her laughter as these words came out of her father's mouth with a high-pitched squeal, followed by loud, cheerful laughter as she found the right spots where he was so ticklish that he immediately stopped resisting and tried to protect himself with his arms wrapped tightly around his body. As if this would stop her. Oh please…
“That's the whole point, Dad, it's supposed to tickle,” she teased and the broad, amused grin on her face was finally genuine. Her fingers flew over every ticklish spot she knew, making the king squeal like a child beneath her. Ohh if only the mortals up on earth would know about this. Charlie was sure that they wouldn’t be afraid of the devil anymore if they knew how ridiculously ticklish said devil was.
Laughing loudly and squealing almost like one of his rubber ducks, Lucifer was squirming wildly under her nimble fingers, his legs kicking in the air helplessly, as he desperately tried to protect himself with his arms and failing royally at it.
“No! No! Charlie! Come on... GAH! Oh shihihit! Not there! Oh, pleahahahahahase, nohohohohot there!” he begged as Charlie’s nimble fingers found his lower ribs. A spot he never really protected, whether out of clumsiness or on purpose; none of them knew. The moment Charlie attacked that spot, Lucifer was done for it. His laughter, angelic and cheerful, filled the entire room and could most certainly be heard beyond. But neither of them cared.
Let the other hotel guests hear it.
Let them hear how well Lucifer and his daughter were doing again.
Let them hear that everything was fine between them again.
Let them hear how true happiness sounded; even down here in hell.
“Not where? Here?”
Charlie couldn’t help herself. She had to tease him, because that always made him laugh harder and it worked. She felt joyful tears in her own eyes as a massive snort erupted from Lucifer, which he would deny later, as her hands kneaded his ribs up and down. His body was jumping and bucking, but she didn’t stop.
“F-fuhuhuhucking hell, Chahahahaharlie!”
He tried to sound stern, but his silly laughter quickly deflected this act of his.
“Language, dad!” was the scold he got from his own daughter, who was laughing tears herself by now. To see this powerful angel losing his mind from just a few harmless tickles here and there was worth more than any riches in this world.
“A-as if I would cahahahare for my fuhuhucking language…GAH! Okay, okahahay I am sohohohorry!”
She immediately punished him for using such foul language in her company. Which was ridiculous because she herself could curse like a human sailor in some situations.
Rubber ducks flew through the air as a result of the playful scuffle and whenever Lucifer tried to tickle Charlie back, she took the opportunity to wiggle her fingers into his now unprotected armpits. Immediately, his arms crashed back against his body and another burst of squeaky laughter spilled out of his mouth, his back arching so much that it lost contact with the floor.
“Charlie, please! This…ahahahaha…this is so unfahahahair!” he managed to get out between fits of laughter, tears already glistening under his closed eyelids. But Charlie knew better. If Lucifer had really wanted her to stop, he could have made her do so effortlessly. He was the most powerful being in Hell and not even his own daughter could defeat him in a real fight. Charlie knew that as well as Lucifer himself did. And yet he lay there and allowed her tickle him.
“Unfair? Maybe. But sooooo much fun. I mean…look at how much you’re laughing,” she teased and her grin was going from ear to ear as she wrenched her hands out from under his arms and wiggled her fingers over the sides of his neck, which made him hunch his shoulders up in the most adorable way possible.
“Are you giving up?” she asked him seconds later as he tried to speak but only loud laughter was coming out, her grin widening when he shook his head frantically. Further proof of how much fun he was having, because he didn't want to give up, even though he knew he had long since lost.
So it was time to bring out the big guns then.
“No? You don’t want to give up? Really~?” Charlie asked with that teasing tone in her voice that always made a golden glow appear on the Seraphim's cheeks. She knew how to fluster the King of Hell and loved to use this against him whenever they played like this.
Again the King shook his head and the princess clicked her tongue at that.
“Then you leave me no choice...”
"What do you…AHAHAHAHA!! Oh, my father! Chahahahrlie! Stop it! Not that! You know I cahahahan’t stahahand thahahat!! Oh shihihihit!!"
The powerful Seraph burst out into screaming laughing as Charlie pressed her fingers into his sweater and attacked his belly with wiggling fingers. One of his death spots in terms of tickling.
“I know. That’s why I am doing it. Are you giving up now? Or do I have to keep going?” she asked with a devilish grin, unable to get enough of how happy Lucifer looked. Cute little dimples danced across his face. His grin almost split his face in two, tears glistened in his eyes, his golden hair was a tangled mess and finally he nodded, admitting defeat.
“Okahahahay! I give uhuhuhup, Charlie...pffft-hahahahaha...you win! PLEAHAHAHASE!!”
Lucifer's laughter now got interrupted by adorable hiccups or little coughs. A clear sign to stop, which Charlie did immediately, pulling her hands away and climbing off his legs to give him some space.
Gasping for breath, Lucifer lay among his rubber ducks and wiped some tears from his eyes with his sweater sleeve, before looking up at his daughter and grinning broadly at her when he was finally able to stop laughing like a madman.
“Actually, I should have been the one tickling you, not the other way around,” he remarked, slowly sitting up and brushing his now tousled hair out of his face.
Charlie just shrugged and chuckled softly as she looked at him and how he brushed some rubber ducks off of him. He looked like a mess. But a happy one.
“Know your opponent's weaknesses and use them to your advantage. You taught me that yourself. Remember?”
A low growl escaped from Lucifer's throat.
"I should have taught you something else instead. That was pretty mean. Attacking your poor old man like that...
Her grin widened when she heard these words and she couldn't help but giggle as he glared at her in a playful way.
"We're in hell, dad. Being mean is the order of the day here. And besides, may I remind you that you started it?"
“Oh damn. Touché...”
She helped him back to his feet and then rubbed her upper arm awkwardly before looking at him shyly. And then...she pulled him into a hug, closing her eyes and just holding him tight.
“Thank you for forgiving me,” she whispered softly into his ear and her lips now curved into a sincere smile as the Seraph returned the loving embrace.
“You are my daughter and I will always love you and always be there for you. No matter what or whom stands between us. No one will ever be able to destroy this bond between us. Never forget that, Charlie.”
A small tear fell from Charlie's eye, ran down the bridge of her nose and finally fell onto one of the angel's golden strands.
“I won't forget this, dad. Never. And I love you too…” she whispered before silence enveloped them both.
A comforting silence.
A silence, in which father and daughter could be at peace and forget about all the bad things that had happened in recent weeks.
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Lucifer was stressing over Lilith once again, He slowly put down his Duck and sighed on the table of the room, He then got up and left outside..Nobody was in the castle at the moment since they were on patrol, Lucifer then sat down on his throne..Fidgeting with his Duck. A few minutes later he heard a knock at his door, He sighed and spoke. “Come in..” He said Raspy, Then soon after a Radio noise was heard as a familiar face was seen, The Radio demon..Lucifer hissed at the sight of seeing him. “What do you want Alastor?.” Lucifer said, staring at him with his white eyes..Alastor made a chuckle as his hands were behind his back. “Oh!, nothing much..I just came to check up on you..after that little incident we had!” Alastor said smugly, Lucifer winced at the thought of it. “Yeah..you guys really fucked me up y’know..” Lucifer said, Taking his hat off and rubbing his face. Alastor noticed this. “What seems to be troubling you my dark lord?” Alastor said, leaning on his microphone..He sighed as he spawned a churro, and took a bite out of it. “It’s just love stuff, nothing really important..I just wish things were how they used to be.” Lucifer said..munching on the churro, Alastor didn’t say anything but his hands went behind his back again as he slowly walked to his throne. “Ah, yes..love can be very troublesome for people..even for you..” Alastor said his eyes narrowing a bit as he watched Lucifer finish his churro. “Yeah..I guess..” Lucifer said, He was still in a bad mood, but Alastor had a splendid idea. “Why my dark lord, how about I give you some comfort tips in your room where it’s easier?” Alastor suggested, Lucifer didn’t really think much of it so he shrugged. “Sure, Come on.” Lucifer said, then both walking to his room and shutting the door, Lucifer sat on his bed as he watched Alastor look around, Alastor couldn’t help but chuckle seeing so many duck things around. “My my, for a king you sure have an Odd interest~ but I cannot complain.” Lucifer frowned and looked away. “It’s an absolutely amazing interest!” Alastor rolls his eyes, but he saw Lucifer was still upset so he slowly walked over to him and sat on his bed as well. “I just don’t get why..Love is so complicated..I mean I love Charlie to death but..we barely keep in touch and I don’t really know what to do.” Alastor still had his grin on his face, But as Lucifer was rambling, This gave Alastor enough time to catch him off guard..So as the Radio demon shifted to his shadow form and his hands slowly krept to his belly, and Then it started to tickle there gently but quickly. “And I don’t even know ho——EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE-!!” Lucifer squealed, as he felt the hands tickle his belly he tried to pry him off but he couldn’t move. “EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEK!! ALASTOR QUIHIHIHIT IT!!” Alastor shook his head no. “I’m sorry, but I’m tired of hearing you ramble..” Alastor said, as some Tentacles wrapped around Lucifer..As the started to tickle his armpits as well. “ALAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHASTOR!!!-“ Lucifer howled louder as he kept being tickled. “PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHASE!!” Alastor being merciful for once..stopped but didn’t let him go, Lucifer was panting a bit. “C..Come on Alastor..I’ll promise to not ramble anymore..” Lucifer said, sounding like an upset puppy..Alastor thought a bit. “Hmm..No” Alastor said, which made Lucifer’s eyes widen as Alastor started to wiggle his fingers.
Alastors clawed hands started to tickle all over Lucifer’s sides, making the King squeal in his grasp. “ALAHAHAHAHAAHAHASTOR!!, QUIHIHIHIHIT IHIHIHIT-!!” Lucifer howled, He was squirming a lot which made Alastor a bit impressed by his reaction..As he kept tickling and then.. FLOOF!! Lucifer’s wings came out as they were large, They knocked Alastor away on accident. After Lucifer figured out..Lucifer laughed nervously as Alastor was on the ground..His face became dark as his eyes turned to clocks..He was pissed. “L..Look..Alastor..it was an accident, so no need to get mad at me y’know..?” Lucifer said, But then..Two Black tentacles grabbed Lucifer by his waist and threw him on the ground..Lucifer struggled on the floor as he watched as Alastor was walking towards him..slowly. “Ah, my dark lord..I must teach you on why people fear me..” After he said that, Green hands appeared from the ground..They were wiggling their fingers at Lucifer’s wings..which made his eyes widen. “W-WAIT..You don’t really have to do this y’know?..it was an accident..” Alastor ignored his Words, as then the hands made contact with his red and white wings and started to wiggle all over them, The feeling of his entice feathers being scribbled upon absolutely made Lucifer Squeal. “NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-!!, PLEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEASE!! STOHOHOHOHOP!!” Lucifer begged, but it was on deaf ears, He arched his back a bit as his wings were being tickled, He had a pink flush on his face from the tickling as he was laughing loud to the point his tail was wagging as well. “ALASTOR PLEHEHEHEAHAHASE!!, GEHEHHEHEHET THEM OFF!!” Alastor made a Chuckle. “I’m not sure if I should, after all..this is your punishment for knocking me over, unless you want more?” Alastor said, watching Lucifer laugh on the ground..He then got to his Stomach and started to tickle there with his long claws. “ALAHAHAHAHASTOR!!, YOULL PAHAHAHAHY FOR THIHIHIEHEHEHEEHE!!” Lucifer squealed, He was sweating all over as his feathers were fluffing around all around the Room, It overwhelmed Alastor a bit.. but he didn’t mind. “Smile for me dark lord~ as it might be your last~” Alastor teased as he continued to tickle Lucifer, he was pretty skilled at it..trying to find the right spot to tickle, He squeezed Lucifer’s stomach a bit. “YOHOHOHOHOHOURE GONNA KIHIHIHIHILL MEHEHEHEHEHEHEAHAHAHAHAHAHHA-!!” He yelled louder, Alastor got a bit kind and decided to stop, the hands disappeared..and He got up from Lucifer, He was panting on the ground as he was tired..Sooner than later, Lucifer was fast asleep on the ground, Alastor sighed as He made Lucifer float and laid him on his bed..which of course had duck pillows. “Sleep well, I will make sure no one will hurt Charlie..” He said, He then turned into his shadow and disappeared into thin air..Lucifer was sound asleep on the bed.
I hope you enjoyed this one!, sorry this one is a bit shorter..I kind of didn’t know what to do after.. but I hope you enjoyed!
Hello my little minnows! Sorry this took so long, I just wanted to make sure it was perfect! I hope you enjoy!
A Special Visit.
A few days after the events of Vox’s defeat Emily comes to visit the Hotel, Alastor and her get some time to get to know each other.
Lee! Alastor
Ler! Emily
Not written as ship but can be interpreted however you like I guess.
It has been a looooong morning for Alastor so far.
First, he is awoken by a loud crash from somewhere in the hotel, most likely from that insufferable Baxter and his so-called ‘experiments.’ Then he realizes a few of his shadows had gotten into some mischief in his room while he slept, most likely from tossing and turning during his endless nightmares… then Niffty interrupts his peaceful morning in the kitchen with some ridiculous ideas for the hotel, Vaggie gets on his ass about not helping out… again… and it’s not even 9 a.m…
With a mug in hand, he strolls down the hall like he does each morning, hoping to escape the princess and her girlfriend’s nagging. He carefully calculated his routine to be able to AVOID such annoyances in the early morning. With a light sigh of relief, he strolls into the lounge, stepping towards the large windows. At the very least, he can appreciate the quiet for now… that is until… Suddenly, Charlie’s voice cheered as she burst into the lounge.
“And this is the Lounge- Oh! Hi, Al!” The Princess sang happily before noticing the Overlord.
“Hiiii!” With a burst of magical glitter, Emily pops into the lounge, right behind Charlie.
Though Alastor would never admit it… the sudden and loud greeting from the Seraphim startled him slightly, making the Radio Demon jump in surprise, the liquid in his mug sloshing a little.
“Sorry Al, I know you like to be alone in the mornings, but Emily came for a visit! She really wanted an official tour of the hotel!” Charlie beamed.
“Hey! I remember you, you’re the one that I saved from the shark!” Emily smiled excitedly as she floated over to him. Alastor grumbles under his breath in slight annoyance at her choice of wording, saved pfft, more like dragged around.
“I see. How… lovely.” Alastor responded, his tone a bit sharper than usual, his ear twitching slightly in annoyance as he firmly places his mug down.
“The hotel is just beautiful! It would be such a great place to play hide and seek!” Emily squealed happily, flying around the large room, making Charlie giggle.
“Oh! That’s a great idea, Emily! Maybe that can be our next bonding exercise! What do you think, Alastor?”
Alastor’s ear twitched in annoyance as he finally turned to fully face the Princess.
“Sounds a bit childish, don’t you think, my dear?” Alastor retorted flatly.
“Oh come on! It would be fun!”
“… I suppose that is quite in character for you, is it not? Always running off to play children’s games while the rest of us fight tooth and nail for every scrap.” Alastor jabs, his grin growing less tense as he senses the slight power shift…
Emily falters at that, clearly hurt by his words… as she slowly descended back down to the ground.
“Alastor! Be nice to her, she’s still getting used to the way we do things around here!” Charlie scolds as she sees Emily’s wings droop.
“N-No! It’s okay… I um… h-he’s right… I guess I have had it pretty easy compared to you all…” Emily reassures, trying to put on her usually happy smile, but it is clear how forced it is.
“Don’t mind him… he’s just being… well… Alastor.” Charlie tries to reassure Emily, placing a friendly hand on her shoulder. Emily is about to respond when there is a noise coming from Charlie’s phone.
“Hm?” Charlie hums and pulls out her phone to look at the screen, her expression sours.
“Oh- I uh… I gotta take this. I’ll be back! Al be nice and keep her company until I’m back!” Charlie instructs before accepting the call and jogging out of the lounge.
Alastor grumbles but does not object, not like he really could anyway… So he simply remains standing there watching the Seraphim with an intimidating gleam in his eyes. Emily looks around the lounge in awe and contained excitement. Surprisingly, she seemed to have already recovered from his little jab from earlier… interesting. Alastor watches her closely, his eyes never leaving her form as she flutters around the room curiously.
There are a few minutes of silence before Emily speaks up.
“So uh… Alastor… right?” Emily asks the demon as she floats down next to him. The Overlord simply nods, before turning back to continue gazing out the window. Part of him hopes if he just stays silent she will leave him be.
Emily can’t help but be intrigued by Alastor’s behaviour… if she wasn’t mistaken he was the demon she saved from the giant Shark thing… maybe he didn’t remember? Why hasn’t he said anything to her? Maybe he’s shy? Or maybe he’s still recovering from… oh! That’s right!
Alastor was deep in thought, trying not to pay the Seraphim next to him too much mind, but was interrupted by a sudden pair of small hands latching onto his arm…
He glances down in the direction of his previously injured limb, fully expecting to find Niffty dangling off his sleeve or something of the sort, trying to get his attention, but no… to his surprise and distaste it was Emily.
“H-How’s your arm doing? It was pretty hurt last time I saw you.” The Seraphim asks cautiously yet eagerly. He quirks a brow, was she actually concerned? How naïve.
His smile tightening in irritation as he sees her gently pull his previously injured arm out from behind his back and closer to her face to inspect it. He hides his surprise expertly behind his usual grin, the sudden touch irritating him, and he just barely stops himself from snapping at the Angel.
“Does it still hurt? Is it okay? Is it healing correctly? Is it-“ Emily rambles with worry and concern as she inspects his arm. If this were anyone else, Alastor would have ripped them to shreds… snapped at them for daring to touch him, let alone in such a demeaning manner… fussing over him like an injured child… but this was a Seraphim. And as much as he would hate to admit… he learned the hard way that Angels and such are far more powerful than he was… His ears drooped back in annoyance as he watches Emily, still not saying a word as she observes his arm closely. And to be honest, it is not that he found Emily particularly distasteful… and unlike Angel Dust or other sinners he could safely assume her hands were clean and well kept, but still, he is very unfamiliar with her, so it was still unnerving.
“Hm… it seems to be doing better at least…” Emily ponders, bending his wrist and elbow a bit to test its mobility… a small hint of unease in her tone as she sees the slightly irritated expression peaking through Alastor’s smile.
“Quite right. Nothing but a scratch.” Alastor agrees flatly, his eyes once again returning to the window.
“A-Are you sure?… It was pretty nasty…” She asks as she rolls up his sleeve to look at the marred skin underneath. This makes Alastor stiffen.
He adjusts his tone before speaking. “I have had far worse, my-“ His words are interrupted however as his breath hitched involuntarily as he feels Emily lightly trail her fingers up his inner forearm, where a long fresh scar runs up his flesh. Alastor’s arm reflexively tugs against her grip a bit from the sensation. A small swell of radio static surrounds the area around them, to cover his slight reaction to the light touch. Emily’s eyes widen as her head shoots up to look at the Radio Demon. Her expression showing deeper concern and guilt.
“Oh no! Are you okay?! I didn’t hurt you, did I?!” Emily panics, moving her hands to his own, gently holding it in hers. Alastor’s eye twitches ever so slightly before responding. “Not to worry, my dear. Simply a chill.” Alastor responds, his voice strained as he subtly tugs at his arm once again, but she doesn’t let go, inspecting his expression closely.
“Are you sure?” She cuts in, leaning a bit closer, her face resembling a worried but caring mother.
“Yes.”
“Suuuper sure?”
“Indeed, I am.” Alastor denies insistently, leaning back ever so slightly, trying to maintain some semblance of space between himself and the Seraphim. “Then… why’d you shiver? Are you cold?” Emily questions in that agonizingly motherly tone.
Another eye twitch.
“I am not cold, wherever did you get such an idea?” Alastor huffs, contradicting his earlier excuse, realizing this he takes his eyes off the Angel for just a moment as he catches a slight movement out the window… which was his second mistake. Emily tilts her head curiously… she doesn’t know demons or their behaviour well at all, especially Alastor…but from what she has seen of the Overlord… he is always composed… even when he was bleeding out… aside from a furrow of his brow that is… and yet here he was, clearly a bit flustered or at least a bit on edge…
She glances back down at Alastor’s arm that still rests in her hands… the lighter flesh of scarring prominent against his darker-toned skin… Without thinking, she very tenderly lets her nails glide up his inner forearm again, along the scar tissue starting at the wrist and ending at the elbow, tracing the unique and abstract patterns and divots as she goes.
Alastor’s reaction is immediate, the Overlord’s stature instantly stiffens and a high-pitched almost elk-like screech fills the room. His arm flinches back, tucking close to his chest. This causes both Emily and Alastor’s eyes to widen, shocked and intrigued by the quite… well… human-like reaction that just came from the Radio Demon…
“D-did that hurt?” Emily asks, quirking a curious brow at him.
“Of course not. I am perfectly fine.” Alastor responds sharply, reaching his other hand up to pull his sleeve back over his forearm, but not before taking a moment to gingerly rub away the remaining tingles on his flesh.
There is a somewhat tense pause between the two once again as Emily contemplates for a moment…
“Wait a second… Are you ticklish?” Emily asks as she steps even closer. Alastor’s smile tightens… h-how- how did she catch on so fast!?- his ears droop slightly as a very faint flush appears on his cheeks.
“Excuse me?-“ He turns to look back at the Angel, a shocked expression in his eyes.
“Are you ticklish? Wait- Can demons even be ticklish?” Emily questions in genuine curiosity.
“Don’t be absurd, I am the Radio Demon, I do not get… ‘ticklish” He insists, adjusting his posture back to his usual charismatic and confident stance, but that doesn’t stop Emily from noticing how he takes a slight step to the side. Alastor’s grip on his staff tightens once more, so tight the red on his knuckles turned to a lighter pink tone. Seeing Alastor’s growing agitation, Emily steps a bit closer trying to offer reassurance.
“Uh… Hey… It’s nothing to be embarrassed about it’s-“ Alastor cuts her off with a scoff.
“Embarrassed? Perish the thought, my dear. I simply do not understand your… insistence on the subject.” Alastor says in mock politeness as his eyes narrow slightly.
“Oh come on! It’s just a question.” Emily smiles innocently, quickly earning a light warning glare from the Radio Demon.
“It’s utterly ridiculous, and quite childish, if I might add.” Alastor continues, making Emily huff slightly.
“You’re no fun.” Emily pouts, crossing her arms like a disappointed child. This gets a slight genuine smirk out of Alastor. Something about her innocent yet cheeky personality entertained him a bit.
“Ha! I saw that!” Emily beams pointing at him enthusiastically, startling the demon slightly.
“Ahem, saw what?” He questions as he adjusts his expression.
“You smiled!”
“I am always smiling.” The Overlord points out flatly.
“OK yeah… B-But it reached your eyes! I saw it!” Emily smiled proudly, crossing her arms again playfully.
“I see, well a momentary falter of judgement perhaps, do not expect it again.” He states before returning his focus to the world outside the window. With that, the two stand in silence for a few moments again, Alastor seemingly unaware of Emily’s next move…
Alastor just starts to return to his thoughts… before Emily suddenly pokes his side curiously. Alastor’s hair bristles like it’s been rubbed by a balloon. Damn it… His toothy grin wobbled as he slowly turns his head to look at the Seraphim.
“My dear…” Alastor warns. “I would suggest you refrain from—“
“Hehe! Why?~” The Seraphim giggles, leaning in even closer, and with otherworldly speed and accuracy, pinches the small spot just beneath his ribs. Much to the Radio Demon’s dismay, his body responds before he can manage to mask the reaction. His torso jerks away ever so slightly, his smile twitching to something more genuine for just a moment. With a sigh, he speaks.
“It would appear personal space is not a concept you Angels are familiar with— .” He begins, trying to remain as unaffected as possible but flinches back when he feels her fingers poke the area a second time. His back hunches forwards slightly as his arm darts down to shield the area, his crackling magic easily showing his growing agitation as the air fills with that familiar but unnerving sound of radio static, something that surprisingly doesn’t seem to intimidate the Seraphim one bit.
For as long as he can remember, dating back to even his childhood, his sides were one of the areas that were incredibly sensitive, abnormally so. Why, it was a fact his mother knew quite well. Though the memories are faint, he can recall moments growing up when his mother would soothingly rake her nails down his back while she tucked him into bed as she sang to him, often sneaking a few playful squeezes to his little sides in between. Always resulting in quite a squirmy and giggly reaction from the young lad. Looking back, it was a silly but fond memory he had. Though he’d never admit to such a thing. And to be fair, very few knew of a weakness such as this when it came to him. The only souls that dared touch him in such a way were Rosie and now Emily… any others? Well… he’d made sure they were… taken care of.
Though that fact was doing little to help him at the moment… a wave of curses ran through his mind, gritting his teeth so tight his jaw began to tremble. The Overlord shuddered as he felt the small Angel poke at his torso; whenever he moved to regain his composure, she would find a new spot to poke.
“I swear to all that is holy if you do not cease this- IhI- I will suffer…” A small breathy chuckle escapes Alastor’s lips, interrupting his threat, which he instantly regrets.
“Eeeeee! You laughed! Oh my gosh, you are ticklish! This is soooo cute!” Emily squeaks as she continues playfully poking and pinching anywhere on the Radio Demon she can reach. Alastor growls in annoyance as he attempts to halfheartedly swat her hand back.
“M-My dear!-“
“Awww! You are so ticklish! All it takes to get you to squirm is a few little pokes to your sides?” Emily taunts playfully, growing more bold as she begins wiggling his fingers towards Alastor’s ribs. Alastor’s shoulder tenses and trembles in repressed giggles.
“I- I am nothing of the sort! Cease this at once! And I did not laugh- it was merely a chuckle at the complete absurdity of your behaviour!” The Radio Demon tried to deny as he dodged her lightning-fast hands, stumbling back slightly until he flipped up and over the edge of the couch, falling down onto his back on the cushions below, putting a much-welcomed but temporary pause on this little game. Emily giggled excitedly at the silly display.
“Ugh… gracious to the heavens above…” Alastor groaned as he regained his focus, pulling his legs down from the back of the couch as Emily continued to giggle, leaning over the back of the couch, a big childish grin on her face.
“Hehe! I had no idea demons were ticklish too!” She smiled down at him as the Overlord let out a breath of relief as he pushed himself up into a seated position on the couch. He cleared his throat, smoothing out his coat trying to seem unaffected, though his breath was still slightly laboured, which was giving him away, thank goodness no one else was around at the moment…
“Yes, well. I strongly recommend you attempt such tomfoolery with another demon, my dear. I am above such childish antics.” He stated as calmly as his flustered state would allow. Emily only snickered into her hand, finding Alastor’s attempt at nonchalance amusing, and honestly a bit adorable.
“Something amusing, dear?” Alastor asked, a slight warning and/ or challenge in his tone. Something that unfortunately for him, went right over the Seraphim’s head.
“It’s just funny… I always thought demons were horrible people… ones that had little to no connection to their human souls anymore…”
“And who is to say that I am not?” Alastor challenged.
“W-Well… Charlie seems to trust you, that’s gotta mean something!” She smiled fluttering up and over the couch, plopping down next to him.
“Correction, I would say she more so… tolerates me.” Alastor corrected, his tone almost half-joking, something Emily caught onto incredibly fast and beamed.
“Don’t say that! You seem like a lovely soul!” Emily gasps playfully. Alastor clears his throat, something about how genuinely the Angel insisted, touches a nerve. “Oh, such a naive soul, I have much more important things to be doing than partaking in such childish banter.” Alastor reminds him, his sophisticated and gentlemanly persona returning.
“Is that so, mister?” Emily chuckles, poking his side again, making Alastor groan.
“Aw, come on! Where’d that adorable little giggle go?” She teases, suddenly squeezing the lower sides to kick it up a notch, causing the grinning Overlord to gasp before biting his lip.
“Ugh- I do not giggle. What the blazes?! D-Do not start this again!” Alastor protests, unable to contain the snicker in his voice anymore, turning his back to the Angel, in an attempt to obstruct her reach.
“Oh, I’m starting it again!” Emily snickered, managing to lightly flutter her nails at the sides of his belly. His ears twitch and jerk, his body obviously trying to find a way to squirm without hurting Emily.
The Seraphim giggles, kneading her soft, dainty fingers into the taller demon’s belly, enjoying the involuntary shiver that runs down Alastor’s spine.
Alastor is unable to hide the small shriek that escapes through his clenched teeth as he leans away from her, which only gives her better access to his torso. He’s not very good at this… that or he has very little experience with his body betraying him in such a way. In reality, Alastor should easily be able to throw her off of him, as she wasn’t using any magic to keep him pinned… and in any other situation, he would not hesitate to do just that… but with Charlie and Lucifer nearby, he knew if he injured her, or even upset her, he would be in for a world of hurt… the next best thing would be to…
Come on… teleport… teleport! Blasted magic! Why does it have to falter when he is distracted!
“Hmm… you really should eat more, you know. I can practically feel every bone.” She comments, massaging her fingers into his ribs as if to make a point.
“Augheheh! Why Y-Yohou- Yohohohou lihihittle!”Alastor growls before he can protest further he feels the Emily playfully grab his hand eagerly pulling him down, his head landing gently on her lap, his legs kicking up onto the couch as he tries to sit up, but with even just a single hand on his chest, she is somehow able to keep him in place, shit she is strong when she wants to be!
“L-Let me up! I- I dehemand it!” A small involuntary snicker escaped his clenched jaw from the anticipation of what his body knows is to come.
“Hmmm…” Emily ponders for a moment, tapping her chin theatrically. “Nah, I think you got a few more cute little giggles in there!” Emily coos before going right back to work, her fingers poking and squeezing all around his sides and ribs.
“Grrrrrahaha! IhIhI wihihill get yohou for thihis!” Alastor growled as Emily’s fingers on her free hand spidered up towards his neck, his legs began to kick at unbearably ticklish sensation.
“A-Agh! My dear!- That is q-quihite enough I- Gyaaahaaahhaahaha!” Alastor giggled. yes giggled, tossing and turning his head in her lap, trying to shield his neck from the unbearably light ticklish sensation.
“Hm? Is it though? You seem to be having fun though, look at you laughing!” Emily teased bringing her hands back down to his sides. Unexpectedly, Alastor shrieked, his arms slamming down against his sides, “trapping” Emily’s hands against his ribs.
“Alastor… you’ve trapped my hands.” She smirked not fully stopping her tickle attack on his ribs. Just ever so slightly wriggling them to keep the Overlord on edge.
“Y-Yohou and I… bohoth know that… is not true!” The Radio Demon said through his soft giggles as he tried to glare back up at her.
“Well… if you’re not going to let my hands free then I guess they’ll just have to stay here forever~” Emily teased and started pinching and squeezing the ribs under his arms again. Alastor shrieked once again as Emily began playfully massaging little circles into his ribs. Alastor whined, biting his lip so hard it might bleed, arching his spine before he broke and high pitched laughter escaped his lips.
“Gyahaha! Noho! M-My dehehear!! I-I cahahn’t- ahahaha!!” The demon shrieked kicking and squirming.
“Ah-ha! Did I hit your sweet spot?!”
“F-Fuhuhuck! AHAHA!!” Alastor laughed desperatly pushing at her hands while also trying to protect his sides.
“Hm, not the best spot for it huh? I can get at is so easily!” Emily teased with a chuckle, the teasing making it all much worse for the poor demon as his face grew even redder from mirth and embarrassment.
“GYAAA! E-Ehehehemily! I-I-I swehear to you!-“ Alastor gasped as she squeezed the soft flesh just above his hips.
“Thats my name! Good job!”Emily snickered before Alastor let out a snort as she flutters her fingers along his naval.
“Dihid you just snohort?!”Emily laughed.
“I-I I DIHID NOHOHOT!!” Alastor denied right before another snort came from him, Emily laughed heartily before moving back to his belly so she didn’t drive him insane.
“Emily?! Al?! I heard a scream!! Are you guys alright-“ Charlie suddenly came running into the room. But her concern is quickly replace by confusion as she sees a pair of legs in black pants and familiar hoof like shoes kicking about from behind the couch…
“Gyahahahaha! Lehehet goho of mehe!!” Came Alastor’s voice from the couch.
“Uh…” Charlie is both amused and shocked by the display in front of her… she raises ber phone back up to her ear for a moment. “I’ll uh… call you back.” She says into her phone before placing it back into her pocket and leaned against the doorframe to watch.
“C-Cehease this! I-I command it!”
“Ha! Command huh? In case you’ve forgot, you’re the one giggling up an adorable storm here! If you want me to stop, stop laughing so much!” Emily teases, her smile brighter than ever.
“I-I swehear! Ma chérie! I’m going to make you pahahay for thihis!” Alastor giggles, kicking his feet against the couch, his eyes shut tight in mirth as he frantically tries to grab Emily’s hands.
“Well, then I guess I’ll just have to tire you out then~” Emily giggles continuing her playful attack on his sensitive spots.
“Now… where else could get you to make those cute noises? Hm?!”
“T-Taisez-vous! Sh-Sh-Shuhuhut Up! Arrête déjà!” Alastor squeals as Emily, spiders her fingers all over his torso, in search of any new sweet spots that will get him squealing.
“No way! You speak french too!?” Emily gasps.
“Should uh… should we help him?” Vaggie suddenly asks as she approaches Charlie from the hall. Charlie just shrugs, unable to hide the smile on her lips at the sight of the fur on Alastor’s ears fluffed up and a bit scruffed from the squirming.
“Aw… hehe had enough Alastor?” Emily snickered before she let Alastor finally grab her hands.
“Ohoh… you are far more devious than I gave you credit for, my dear.” Alastor huffs as his clawed and rough hands continue to clasp around the Angel’s wrists above him.
“Nah, I think he’s got it.” Charlie smiles to Vaggie quietly. Emily giggles happily at the demon below her, watching as he catches his breath, his chest rising and falling with his eyes pricked with a few tears of mirth.
“Yes, yes. Laugh all you desire, darling, continue to bask in my torment.” He huffs as Emily lets him sit up.
“Hehe! Oh come on! You had fun.”
“You are aware I shall forever deny such a claim, yes?”
ever since i read Fatal Error by @tickletails i could not fucking get it out of my head. it is SO GOOD!!!!! its so IN CHARACTER and so WELL WRITTEN and AUGHhdsjgf it makes me fuckign crazy ive reread it probably a hundred times. i decided to use that insane energy for something productive and i funneled it into this: a comic version of a scene from it :]
this has been like a week in the making. the fake out of "making a guy think youre gonna kill him -> tickling him instead" pipeline is like my favorite trope EVER!! i hope i lived up to your vision!!!!!!!
forgive the doodle quality - i have NOT been doing well recently and i just remembered that i can draw HELPEME I RLY WANTED TO DRAW THIS SCENE CUZ ITS ONE OF MY FAV TROPES
also. alastor would never let him forget this let's be real
E EE E E E EE EE im still in shock that we actually got a tickle scene omg help ummm i desire more
also i may or may not be drawing a part 2 to this so uhh stay tuned :P
Summary: Vox needs a power source for his weapon against Heaven. Luckily for him, the king of Hell is as gullible as he is powerful, and a little bird told him exactly how he can extract said power.
Warnings: Adult language, mentions of violence, brief innuendos, dubcon, and spoilers for Hazbin Hotel season 2 episodes 5 and 6.
Word Count: 2,922 words.
Lucifer couldn't believe he had walked right into their trap.
He was known for his impulsiveness, his tendency to act before thinking things through, but this situation was different. The number that appeared on his phone WAS Charlie's, and the voice had certainly sounded like her.
How was he supposed to know it was all a ruse?
Still, it didn't make things any less embarrassing. No matter how convincing the trap had been, he had still fallen for it, drawn in like a fly to honey, and he was paying for his foolishness now.
Lucifer squirmed against the restrains, a snarl tearing from his throat. He could feel his power bubbling beneath his skin, on the verge of eruption, but no matter how hard he tried, nothing would happen. It had been ages since he'd felt like this, cut off from his magic, helpless. The last time had been far more pleasant; a fun little tryst with Lilith and some blessed rope, meant to spice up things in the bedroom.
Here, though? The rope practically burned his skin, holding back his thrashing magic like an overfilled damn readying to burst.
'As if I didn't have enough reasons to smite this fucker already.' Lucifer thought, eyes narrowing as the TV demon gloated and drank with his companions on the opposite side of the room. The words he would have for them, if the bastards hadn't gagged him as soon as he'd been incapacitated.
Vox's eyes met his, his smirk growing into a devilish grin. Slowly, the overlord strode over to his captive, humming a merry little tune. "I must say, your highness, I'm rather disappointed in you. I mean, I knew you were pathetic, but to be so naive? So gullible?" He crooned. "It was almost too easy to get you here."
Lucifer spat muffled curses, lurching forwards as much as the restraints allowed. This fucker was dead; the first chance he got, Lucifer would see him torn to pieces, his screen smashed in, his soul thrown into the deepest recesses of Envy's ocean. Sure, he couldn't do it himself, but he was sure he could find someone more than willing who COULD.
"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" Vox mocked, cackling with amusement at the fury in the fallen seraphim's eyes. "Oh yeah, I almost forgot." He reached forward, tugging down the gag. "There we go."
Lucifer's eyes blazed red. "You cocky little mortal! I will destroy you!" He growled, struggles beginning anew.
"Mmm, I don't think so. See, even if I didn't have you tied up with a nice little bow, you wouldn't be able to do shit. Your wings have been clipped, your highness, need I remind you?"
He didn't care what celestial restrictions Heaven had placed on him, he would find a way to make this fucker shut his mouth if it was the last thing he did (and, going by his current position, it very well could be).
Vox eyed the trapped angel, like a cat would a mouse. "You should be grateful I'm giving you this opportunity. You're going to be part of something big, something REAL. A movement that will bring Heaven to its knees and put me at the very top. What a privilege..."
Lucifer barked out a laugh. "As if I'd help you with anything, dipshit! I'd rather die!" He jeered.
"See, here's the thing; you don't really have a choice in the matter." Vox replied, slowly circling his captive. "We need a bit of that angelic magic of yours, and we have the means to pull it from you, should you refuse to cooperate. This can be as quick or as agonizing as you'd like."
The blonde's brows furrowed as he let out a bemused snort. "As if a sinner could have such a power..."
Vox stopped behind Lucifer, just out of sight, clawed hands resting on the king's shoulders. "Oh, but I do! See, I'll let you in on a little secret. For the past several months, I've had a little spy inside your daughter's precious hotel."
Lucifer's frown deepened. A traitor?
Was it that stupid little radio host he was constantly butting heads with? Lucifer hadn't seen the him since he'd finally quit (good riddance). Had he immediately scurried off back to his master, leaking secrets as he tended his wounded pride?
Oh, when Lucifer got his hands on him, he-
Vox laughed, the sound low and menacing. "At a loss for words? It was so easy to stay ten steps ahead of your stupid little brat; she's so trusting, never suspected a thing. It seems you didn't, either."
An angered snarl erupted from Lucifer, his demonic form writhing beneath his skin in fury, begging to be freed. "Don't you fucking talk about her like that!"
"Oho, seems I hit a nerve! We'll be hitting a lot of those by the time we're done here." Claws began to drum across Lucifer's shoulders, slow and almost playful. "See, you may not want to give up your power willingly, but I happen to know another way to milk it out of you."
"What, you going to jack me off or something?" Lucifer sassed. ""Cause that's what it sounds like, and I hate to break it to you, but it doesn't work like-"
Vox scoffed, rolling his eyes. "You wish, you perverted little prick." The words came out as a borderline growl; he'd managed to get under the overlord's skin.
Good.
Slowly, the claws began to walk their way downwards, crawling across Lucifer's shoulders to rest just above his armpits. "Tell me, do you remember a certain incident from a couple weeks back? You and Alastor had gotten into another little spat, if I recall, and the princess was none too pleased."
Yes, that rang a bell, but how was this relevant? All she'd done was ask him to be kinder to the bellhop, and when he'd deflected (because there was no way in HELL he was telling that man "sorry"), she had...
Lucifer froze, eyes widening in recognition as everything clicked into place. Immediately, a bright golden blush spread across his cheeks, his struggles increasing tenfold. Fuck, fuck, fuck, this wasn't good! "Don't you dare!"
The overlord chuckled. "Seems you do remember." Slowly, those clawed fingers came to life, beginning to spider down into the exposed hollows. "See, I'll get what I want, one way or another. Why not just give in now, save yourself the humiliation?"
The seraphim gritted his teeth, head pressed back against the chair as he stifled soft snickers. "F-Fuhuck you!" He hissed.
"You know, I was hoping you would say that."
Vox's pressure and speed increased, fingers curling as they practically vibrated into the sensitive flesh. He had experience with this, at least that's what Lucifer assumed. He was far too precise, too effective, to be a novice. The blonde shuttered to think who else had found themselves at the overlord's mercy.
"My associates and I have built a little device; perhaps you've noticed it?"
He HAD been aware of an odd pressure at the back of his neck, accompanied by a small pinch like that of a needle, but it had been the least of his concerns.
"Well, it has a very interesting little function. See, your magic can't manifest thanks to the blessed ropes, so instead it's building within you, waiting to erupt as soon as you're freed. The more distress your body is in, the more magic it'll produce in its desperate attempt to protect you. This little thing, here?" A claw moved to tap at the small, metallic device clasped at the nape of his neck. "It's going to siphon it; pull it directly from your blood while you laugh yourself silly."
"W-Why not just hurt me, then? Why thihis?"
Vox grinned wolfishly. "Hurting you would be a quicker way to induce distress, but this is far more humiliating for you, and entertaining for me."
"Shihihit!" Lucifer huffed before his mouth snapped shut once more. He could already feel titters bubbling in his chest, threatening to spill out. He couldn't break, not so soon! He was the KING of HELL, for Father's sake! He had to be better than that! Still, he felt his arms straining against the restraints, trying desperately to come down.
"Such a sensitive little thing! If I hadn't seen it for myself, I never would have guessed you would be THIS WEAK!" Vox taunted, tracing little circles and triangles into the ticklish hollows. "It's almost too good to be true!"
"D-Do you ehehever stop tahahalking?" Lucifer groaned, cursing as a wave of giggles finally spilled out of him.
"You know, I really don't think you're in any position to be fucking sassing me right now." Vox's claws suddenly dug into Lucifer's armpits, vibrating and clawing ruthlessly at the sensitive nerves. That was all it took for the floodgates to open, bright, boyish laughter pouring from the king's lips. "There we go, much better."
Lucifer shook his head, trying to block out the teasing. He'd always been ticklish, even before Eden. His siblings used to love ganging up on him and tickling him to tears, but it was all in good fun, and he looked back on the memories with a sad fondness now.
After his fall, it was a while before he'd felt the sensation again, but eventually Lilith discovered her husband's sensitivity and made a regular habit of exploiting it (not that he minded, of course). He'd come to look forward to her little moods, and it had added another layer of misery to his existence when she disappeared, taking those playful, electrifying touches with her.
Only recently had he been exposed to tickling again, dragged into one of his daughter's little "bonding exercises" once afternoon and discovering, to his dismay, that seven years of touch-starvation had done nothing to lessen his ticklishness.
No, it seemed to have gotten worse.
"Poor little angel, too ticklish for his own good!" Vox crooned, resting a head on his shoulder as he raked his claws downwards, slowly dragging over each rib. "It's almost cute."
Lucifer's back arched, a shrill squeak tearing out of him before a fresh wave of giggles tumbled out. "Fuhuhuck yohohohohou! Lehehehehet me gohoho!" He tried to sound threatening, he really tried, but the wide grin and high-pitched snickers ruined the desired effect.
"Pssh, fuck no! Even if we didn't need your power, this opportunity would be too good to pass up!" Vox crowed, beginning to scratch between each rib, two at a time, listening to the rapid changes in volume and pitch in Lucifer's laughter depending on which set was being targeted. "Interesting...it seems some ribs are worse than others, wouldn't you say?"
The fallen seraphim shook his head harder, blonde hair a tussled mess, cheeks a deep shade of gold. "Nohohohohohohohoho!"
"Funny, I don't believe you."
A startled scream erupted from Lucifer as small, ticklish shocks suddenly raced through his nervous system, seemingly coming straight from the overlord's fingertips. "Fuhuhuhuhuhuhuck, wahahahahait wait wait!" He babbled, shrill giggles erupting his frantic plea.
"Oh yeah, the shocks always work wonders. You should have seen Alastor when I brought them out for him; he was practically beside himself, begging and bleating like a pathetic little fawn."
So the bellhop had been subjected to this, too? That gave Lucifer a little bit of solace, at least.
Vox dug into the lowermost ribs, just above the stomach, sending a fresh round of ticklish electricity and listening as his captive squealed with laughter. "I don't know what's more satisfying; seeing him beg or getting to watch YOU do the same thing. The King of Hell, brought low by a sinner, giggling like a baby."
A low growl interlaced Lucifer's snickers. "Fuhuhuhuck you! I don't beheheheheg" He retorted.
"You will, give it time."
Lucifer's eyes shot wide open as Vox's hands moved down, curling into the soft plane of his stomach and vibrating. He screech tore from his throat, immediately followed by a loud burst of cackling. Fuck, it was bad! It was so, so bad! "WAHAHAIT, NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE!" The king wheezed, hips squirming from side to side in a futile attempt to evade the attack.
"Oh yeah, the tummy was a weak spot, wasn't it?" Vox crooned. "If I recall correctly, you just about burst when Angel Dust got you here." Fuck, he really MUST have seen everything! When Lucifer found out who the rat was, he was going to have them flayed, he swore!
To Lucifer's dismay, he could feel his magic thrashing within him, trying desperately to erupt and protect its host from the perceived threat. His horns lay just beneath the surface of his skin, his wings slamming against their invisible constraints in an effort to manifest. He heard a small clicking sound, just behind his ear, and he knew Vox's little device must be doing its job.
"There we go." Vox sang, clearly delighted. "Soon, we'll have enough magic to power our weapon and STILL have some leftover to experiment with. And you know what the best part is?" He leaned forward to purr into the seraphim's ear. "As long as I have you prisoner, we can repeat this process as many times as I like. Every day, I can come in and tickle you to tears, pull some of that precious angelic grace from your veins, and it never has to end. You're effectively immortal; this can go on forever."
That sent Lucifer's head spinning, a frantic squeal splitting the air as one of Lucifer's claws found his belly button. "NOHOHOHOHOHOOOO!" His legs kicked out, pedaling in the air in a futile attempt to escape.
"Yes..." Vox kept one hand at Lucifer's stomach, moving the other around to slip between the gap between Lucifer's back and the chair. His fingers found the angel's lower back, curling slightly before sending small, ticklish shocks directly up his captive's spine.
A loud ringing filled Vox's ears, followed by a seemingly incomprehensible string of syllables. Vox frowned, wincing as he turned down the sensitivity of his hearing. Lucifer had his head tossed back, screams of laughter echoing out as more of the garbled sounds tumbled from his lips.
After a moment, it registered the angel was speaking a language of some sort, but it wasn't anything Vox recognized. Lazily, he pulled up his language databases, combing through thousands of possibilities in seconds as he quickly weeded through most modern languages.
When he finally found a hit, bark of laughter erupted from the overlord. "Hoholy shit, you're speaking Enochian right now? It tickle that bad, your highness?" He crowed.
Another pulse of ticklish electricity shot up Lucifer's spine as Vox clawed at the seraphim's lower belly, just above the v-line. Now that he had the proper translator pulled up, Vox could clearly make out a string of curses between fits of hysterics.
This was so much worse than anything Lucifer had delt with before. Worse than being ganged up on by Charlie and her friends, worse than being subject Lilith's occasional foray into ticklish sadism (he supposed that made him a masochist, because he'd loved every second of it), worse than being surrounded by wiggling fingers and soft feathers as his siblings made him beg the Speaker to save him.
And the overlord was threatening to do this AGAIN? INDEFINATELY? He wasn't sure he would survive!
"It's a shame we can't get to those pretty wings of yours at the moment; I seem to recall those making you break a few lightbulbs when that little housekeeper got ahold of them. Imagine the power I could harvest with that little spot, hm?"
Lucifer found himself silently thanking Father for the blessed rope keeping them tucked away.
Vox ceased his attack, pulling back to allow his captive a moment to breath. Immediately, Lucifer slumped back against the chair, shaking with residual giggles. He swore, he could still feel the little jolts of electricity firing off in his nervous system...
Vox moved over to a small table, positioned just within Lucifer's peripheral vision. The fallen angel watched him closely, cautiously, a sense of dread pooling in his stomach.
The TV demon picked up something, though Lucifer couldn't quite make out what it was, humming a little tune as if he hadn't a care in the world. "You know what else my little spy brought me?"
He turned, and Lucifer felt his heart leap into his throat as a nervous grin immediately spread across his face. A large, white feather, the tip tinged with red. The seraphim recognized it well; it was one of his, after all.
He also knew just how fucking badly angelic feathers tickled.
"Ohohoho, Father preserve me..."
Vox smirked. "Nah, I don't think He's coming to help you anytime soon, so better start praying to your NEW god instead."
If he wasn't so nervous, Lucifer would have laughed. The sinner's ego was nearly as big as his own, and under other circumstances, he would have almost respected it. Now, though? Lucifer felt a chin go up his spine.
The sinner slowly stalked forward, twirling the feather as if to taunt him. "You know, Al's hooves are feather ticklish. Makes me wonder how YOURS would fair."
Yeah, Lucifer was royally screwed. As he felt another surge of magic flare up at the threat, he attempted to steel his features. He wouldn't give this bastard the satisfaction of seeing him crumble.
a/n: ahhhh I forgot how much I like this show omg! I feel like all I write for is lee!Angel but that's gonna change soon a promise!! also these two are just so AKANKDKODHHFBF /pos I really hope I did them justice here LMAOO! Enjoy :)
Lee!Angel
Ler!Husk (slight ler!charlie in the beginning)
Word Count: 1016
Cw: show appropriate language, sfw tickles
Summary: Husk witnesses Charlie do the "exploding spider" trick on Angel's knee, showcasing how ticklish that joint is on the spider. What kind of person would Husk be to not exploit the ticklishness of his friend?
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“AH- Charlie! Whahat the fuck?” Angel’s shrieky voice can be heard by Husk’s as he looked up, to see the spider on the couch and Charlie giggling next to him. Angel was rubbing his knee as the princess spoke, “I’m sorry, Angel! It’s just so funny how you react when I do that!”
“Yeah, funny for you, torture for me,”
“Torture- oh my Satan, Angel, you’re so dramatic,” Carlie giggled as Angel got up and headed over to the bar. He was met with a smug, yet slightly confused Husk as the cat gave Angel his usual martini.
“What did she do?” Husk asked, enjoying seeing the blush rush to Angel’s cheeks.
“She did that stupid exploding thing on my knee,” Angel said in faux anger as he took a sip of the drink, “you know what I’m talkin’ about.”
It took Husk a moment, but eventually he understood what happened. “Oh, I see. She got you with the exploding-spider?”
Now Angel was confused, “What? No! She did this!” Angel said as he reached across the bar and down to Husk’s knees. He ran his fingers down the bartender’s knees, smiling as he thought he caught him off guard.
However, Husk didn’t even move. Angel looked up at Husk in shock. “Are you done?” Husk said, keeping his voice monotone as an idea stuck in his head.
Angel, ever gullible, fell for it. “What? No way this doesn’t tickle ya. You’re normally like really ticklish on your knees!” Angel said in disbelief as he repeated the motion, switching knees.
“It just doesn’t work on me,” Husk said, taking one of his claws and dragging it down Angel’s exposed ribs. Said spider squeaked and immediately retracted his hand, “My turn.”
Angel barely had time to figure out his situation before Husk jumped over the bar and picked Angel up bridal-style and started heading towards the couch. Now the actor stared panicking. “Hey- Hey! What are you– HEY!” Angel squealed when the bartender threw him onto the couch and sat on his thighs.
“Sorry, legs, you made a funny sound when Charlie tickled you here,” Husk said bluntly, not sorry at all, as he wasted no time. He grew his claws out (not super sharp) and began to spider all over Angel’s knees.
Said man shrieked as he quickly fell into loud, belly laughter. Fell was the perfect word to describe it, as he tossed his head back, he was grateful there was a pillow there to cushion his head from the motion. “HUhuhusk! StahaHAHAhap it!” Angel used his top hands to try and cover his face to muffle his loud, shrieky laugh, while his other hands pushed on the cat’s back.
Husk grunted, but found it easy to keep his balance, noticing the tickling taking away a lot of Angel’s strength. “Hey, you know what’s funny? You’re a spider who can’t take a spidering!” Husk chuckled at the irony, switching to underneath Angel’s knees.
The screech Angel emitted could shatter glass, and Husk’s ears went down to shield him from permanent ear damage. “Jeez, legs, this spot really gets ya, huh? Is this your death spot?” He smirked as he heard the spider’s laugh go silent, “Yeah, that’s right, shut up cause you can’t handle the truth. That or it tickles way too much for you to even laugh. I’m heavily relying on the latter.” He chuckled as Angel managed to get out a “SHUT UP” before dissolving into more silent cackles.
Having an evil idea, Husk gave Angel a small breather. The spider was greedily taking in gulps of air as he giggled his fluffy head off. “Ohohokay, ya hahad yohour fuhun, let me up nohow!” Angel said as he used his top arms to prop himself up on his elbows.
“Not so fast, I’m not done yet~” Husk growled out that last word, finally turning around to face Angel. He had to fight to not smile at the latter’s pink face and teary eyes. Not to mention his huge smile. Angel can deny it all he wants, but this is one of his favourite forms of affection to receive from Husk.
However, Husk kept up the “evil ler” behaviour as he started spidering his claws around Angel’s stomach. “The itsy bitsy spiiiderrr went up the water spout!” He sang as he slowly spidered closer to Angel’s ribs. The spider groaned out as he hysterically giggled.
“Nohohohoho! Nohohohot thehehe stuhuhupid sohohohong!” Angel covered his face again, but quickly glued his arms to his sides with a squeak as Husk poked at his upper under arms.
“Down came the rain,” At this, Husk continued to poke his claws now Angel’s ribs, down his sides, and a few quick pokes to his hips just for good measures, “And washed the spider out!” As he sang the last part, he dragged his claws to Angel’s knees again, spidering over the tops and undersides of his ridiculously ticklish joints.
Husk was having much more fun than he wanted to let show. He always enjoyed turning Angel into a giggly, blushy mess, and this was his favourite way to do so. To be mean, he stayed at that spot for 30 seconds longer than necessary until Angel managed to giggle out, “MOHOHOVE OHOHON! PLEHEHEAHASEHE!” so he decided to be merciful.
“Out came the sun, and dried up all the rain,” He continued as he moved back to Angel’s hips, giving them a few exploding-spiders and enjoying how that tactic seemed to work a lot better than the poking, “and the itsy bitsy spiiiderrr, went up the spout again” He finished by digging his claws into Angel’s lower pair of underarms. Angel’s laugh went from shrieky gasps to silent very fast. “Holy shit, you might be the most ticklish person I’ve ever met”
Angel couldn’t respond, so he resorted to weakly flipping Husk off. As retaliation, Husk started doing the “exploding spider” trick on Angel’s shoulders, said sinner dissolved into helpless giggles as he weakly tapped on the cat’s leg. “MEHEHehehrcy! IhIhIhI gihihive! I GIHIHIVE! HUHUHUHUSK!” With one final scribble to Angel’s higher pair of underarms, Husk decided his friend had enough. He ran his and (or paw? idrk) through Angel’s hair, resisting the urge to tease him for leaning into the contact.
“Had fun?” Husk asked with a smirk on his usually grumpy face.
“S-Shuhut up, yohohou bully!” Angel blushed as he shooed his friend away from his hair, quickly fixing it because he just knew it was messy.
Husk chuckled, getting up off the couch and going back to the bar, Angel following after he was done with his hair.
