Hey guys, long time no see! It’s been AGES since I posted here, and I’m back with exciting news! I’m back and ready to get back into the community again! However, it won’t be on this blog. I’m planning on making a new one with updated rules for interacting, requesting, etc., so stay tuned!
Hey guys, long time no see! It’s been AGES since I posted here, and I’m back with exciting news! I’m back and ready to get back into the community again! However, it won’t be on this blog. I’m planning on making a new one with updated rules for interacting, requesting, etc., so stay tuned!
Ok ok so and idea for a fic: Alastor broadcasts one of his frequent tikl attacks on Vox so everyone in hell knows about his weakness (any length is fine)
oh!!! thank you for the idea and request anon/lovebug!! i hope you enjoy this!! its not directly related to the series im currently writing about ler!alastor, but its related, so maybe its on the same storyline just in the future- enjoy!!
aaaa i absolutely did not proofread this so ignore the terribleness xD
Tune On In
Words: 2228
Warnings: not proofread lmao- also mentions of alastor's violent tendencies but its offhanded
Pentagram City, among the only metropolitan areas in Hell, was bustling. Cars honked in endless traffic, clubs blared out noisy music, guns were fired, and demons screamed in agony or ecstasy, often both. There were a few moments when the city was blissfully serene, though these were rare occurrences accompanied by tragedy. For instance, after the formerly annual Exterminations, the entire city held its breath for the toll of the clock tower to signal that they were spared. These minutes of agonizing silence were rarely enjoyed, though.
There was only one other time when Pentagram City was so quiet: when the Radio Demon made a broadcast. Each radio and speaker in the city played the single, agonizing transmission. The hair on the neck of every sinner rose in fear, and every overlord held their breath. The terror and respect Alastor garnered by broadcasting the suffering of his victims made him the second most feared being in Hell, second only to Adam. Now, though, the commander of the Exorcists had been disposed of, meaning Alastor now had the top spot. And when the speakers across Pentagram City suddenly became overwhelmed by static, the Radio Demon smiled to himself, knowing he had the rapt attention of every demon in the Pride ring.
"Testing, testing~! Is this thing on?" Alastor's voice echoed through the now-silent streets. “Salutations, sinners! Thank you all for joining me on this lovely morning! The temperature today is a downright balmy eighty-six degrees, and we're getting reports of a chance of acid rain in the southside around ten o'clock, so keep those umbrellas ready, folks! Now, I'm sure you're all wondering who I have with me as today's special guest on the program, and I'm thrilled to introduce him~!"
Alastor spun around in his chair, grinning with delight at his victim, who lay on the floor of his recording studio, bound by magic tendrils. The businessman glared up at him, mouthing, "Don't you fucking dare," to no avail.
"Yes, it is my absolute pleasure to welcome everyone's favorite wannabe, the overrated picture box himself~! Everyone give a hand to Vox, CEO of VoxTek Enterprises and peddler of the same useless trinkets and gizmos corrupting today's youth! Yes, a big hand for the pixellated prince!" Alastor pressed a button on his soundboard to play a recording of raucous applause.
Velvette looked up from her phone, blinking with realization. She cringed and looked over at Valentino, who looked like he was about to throw another tantrum. "How was he stupid enough to get himself captured?" she mumbled as she ran to the security cameras. Alastor continued his monologuing as Velvette watched, dumbfounded, the recording of Vox reading a letter before storming into a power outlet. She looked behind her as Val grabbed the letter from the table and began to read it silently, fuming.
Alastor wanted to prolong this as much as possible. "How have your stocks been doing, old pal?" he asked innocently, extending his microphone staff for his guest.
"Just fine." The mic was sensitive enough to pick up Vox's angry sparks and glitched voice as he spoke, struggling to seem level-headed now that he was being recorded.
The Radio Demon giggled. "Any new products you'd like to promote?"
"No."
"Ah, but enough of business. Let's get on to business!" Alastor laughed at his pun, standing up to walk around his victim. "You're very nervous, chum!"
"Get real. This has got to be the trashiest- ACK-" Vox froze mid-sentence as Alastor pressed the tip of his cane on one of his antennae.
"Careful. Don't forget whose guest you are~!"
Vox growled in annoyance and squirmed a bit in Alastor's magic. He hadn't even bothered to wear his suit before running over, which he regretted as he lay on the floor in a button-up shirt and slacks. Looking down, his heart sank further: he was still wearing his slippers.
Alastor removed his cane, walking towards those slippers. "Still pissed I almost beat you that time~?"
"Uh… fuck you!" Vox snapped.
"Just saying~!" Alastor grinned.
Val looked up from the letter. "He stole my line. That bitch! He stole my goddamned line! I swear, I'm gonna-" he growled before storming off, leaving the paper on the table.
Velvette quickly ran over and skimmed, murmuring to herself. "'To whom it may concern,' blah blah, 'scheduled for a meeting,' yada yada, 'meet an associate at 6 to…'" She stopped and squinted at the page. "Hell does 'vouchsafe' mean?" Her brows furrowed as she connected the dots. Alastor must have sent this letter to lure Vox out, and Vox, thinking he was late for a meeting, ran from the tower without telling anyone. "That idiot!" she yelled, punctuated by Val throwing a wine glass against a wall two rooms down.
Alastor let a sinister chuckle escape his lips. "I think you have some things you should share with our dear audience! For instance, what exactly did you suggest I do seven years ago?" He waited patiently for the question to sink in.
"I- what?" Vox raised an eyebrow, not seeming to understand.
"Seven years ago, you came to me with a proposition. What exactly was it?"
The question finally clicked for Vox, but he scowled at the Radio Demon. He'd die before he gave that prick the satisfaction. He stayed silent, sparks shooting around his body.
"Suddenly, the chatter-box is quiet~! Such strange times we live in. Don't worry, folks, I know how to make our guests talkative~!" Alastor quickly used his cane to flick away Vox's slippers.
Demons looked away from their radios, wincing preemptively at the agony they were about to hear. Overlords felt beads of sweat rolling down their faces. Velvette leaned closer to the radio, pursing her lips, nervously fiddling with the pens on the table. Vox squeezed his eyes tightly shut, expecting Alastor to break his toes any moment now.
The moment stretched on. Vox tried to hold his breath, but when he couldn't, he finally exhaled slowly, and when he did, the Radio Demon struck.
“H-heehee- n-nohow wahahait, hohOld oHon a sehhec-!” Vox shot upward, looking down to see Alastor lying on his stomach, his legs swinging behind him as he gently traced one claw up and down Vox's sock. “T-theheere’s n-noho wahahy youhuhu're- c-cuhuhut ihihit ohuhut!”
"Hm, feeling a bit bubblier, are we~?" Alastor grinned impishly, slowly adding the rest of his fingers to scribble over Vox's feet. Now realizing what the Radio Demon had in store for him, Vox clamped his mouth shut, every muscle in his body straining to contain his laughter. An electric current had formed between his two antennae with the effort he was using.
Suddenly, Alastor's voice appeared next to his ear. "Go on, you little gigglebug, let it all out~!" Vox shot a glance sideways to see Alastor's shadow whispering to him. "Besides, we both know you're far too ticklish to resist~!"
"F-FuhUhuhUCK! YoUhuHUHU oHohOLD-TihIhIMEy PRiHihiHICK!!!” Vox snorted and arched his back as much as he could. Teasing was just too much!
Velvette's shoulders relaxed a bit. It didn't seem like Vox was in trouble… However, when she double-checked her phone, she saw that social media was blowing up about the CEO of VoxTek being tickled, which had unfortunate results on the company's stocks. At least she could rest a bit easier knowing that her friend- no, business associate was in no real danger. She was shaken out of her thoughts by another staticky shriek.
"Come now, I know you wanna tell all our lovely viewers about how you-"
"NoHoHOHO!" Vox shook his head, but his eyes bugged out when he felt tendrils squeezing at his hips.
"And now~? Let's change that channel~!"
"OKAHAHAY!! OKAhAhahAHAY! FuhUhuhUCK!!" Alastor slowed down but didn't stop the gentle tickles to keep Vox in a giggly state of embarrassment.
"Go on~! What did you propose to me all those years ago~?"
“T-thahat… thahahat youhuhu chahahange youhuhur nahahame tohoho Vahalahastor-!” Vox’s screen turned red as he remembered the thought.
Alastor cued the laugh track again. "That's right! Since you wanted me to become a member of your polycule so much-!"
“IT’S NOT A POL- EEHEHEHEEEK!” Vox's indignant shout was cut off by a squeal he couldn't contain when he felt Alastor's claws scribbling against his shoulder blades.
"Now, next question!" Alastor pretended not to hear the squealing mess on his recording studio floor. "When we fought those years ago, who won~?"
"NEhehHITHER!!" Vox desperately tried to weasel his way out of the question and his tickles, but with both, Alastor kept him pinned.
"Technicalities!" Alastor smirked and added shadowy tendrils to the back of Vox's knees as punishment for his insolence. "Nobody technically won, but only because…?"
“THEHEHE VEEHEEHEES!!!” Vox bluescreened as electric shocks flew off in every direction, making Alastor step back a bit and slow down again. “Theehehe Veeheehees cahahame in ahahand sahahahved meehehehe!”
"Right, since I was about to win~!"
Vox growled in frustration, trying to get his composure back. "Yeah, but how about that fight with Adam? Talk about- ACK-!" Vox was again cut off by the cane on his antennae, and he looked up into the face of the radio demon, with eyes in the shape of dials and horns extended. A radio hiss filled the studio, echoing out across the city.
Alastor waited a few moments before responding. "Many nasty rumors are going around about me, Vox, mostly thanks to you. Only one is completely and wholly true, and it's this." He bent down close to Vox's face, making him flinch away. "I do have a special appetite for the flesh of other demons. Vox, my good old friend, I need you to know I am famished at the moment."
"Y-yeah-? W-well-" Vox tried to think of something clever but came up short. "Y-you're not going to eat me, Al! I'm all wires. Wouldn't taste good!"
Alastor hummed in thought. "Perhaps you're right. I have a refined palette, and junk food would just ruin my mood." He smirked at the insulted stammering Vox let out before continuing. "However, I just can't resist a little taste~!"
"What? WaitwaitAlasTOHOHOHOR!!!!” Of all the things Vox expected from his worst nemesis, nothing could have prepared him for when Alastor bent down and began gently nibbling his teeth over Vox's ribs through his shirt. Oh, he would never hear the end of this from anyone.
"Final question," Alastor chuckled. "What is your biggest weakness~?"
'Oh, fuck, no, please don't make me say it!' Vox's mind raced. Was Alastor seriously going to-
The Radio Demon let out a raspberry on the middle of his ribcage, sending him into silent hysterics. Yep, Alastor was going for the kill… metaphorically.
"IHIHIHI'M!! IHIHIHIHIEAHAHAHAHA!!! AHAHAHAL!!!" Vox tried getting the words out, the words he knew would spare him from this hellish tickling. Alastor, mercifully, stopped and let Vox catch his breath, pointing the microphone on his staff to Vox's face. Vox sighed, feeling the built-in fans on his head whirring crazily to cool him down. He whimpered softly, defeated and made into a giggly mess, so he mumbled pathetically, "I'm deathly t-tihihicklish…"
"Yes, indeed he is, ladies and gentlemen! Thank you so much for joining us today. I hope it was as enjoyable for you as it was for me! Although, I know Vox appreciated it the most~! Tune in next time for another exclusive interview~! Vox, will you be coming back on the show?"
"N-nohohoho…" Vox tried to hide his face in the tendrils but wasn't very successful.
"What a shame! We have so many more laughs to share, don't you think~? I'm sure we'll all hear from you again soon~!" With that, Alastor flipped a switch, and the studio's large 'ON AIR' sign turned off. Across the city, speakers began playing their regular music again, and the city's noise returned in all its chaotic, messy beauty once more.
The radio demon released his tendrils, and the businessman slowly and wearily rose to his feet. Every muscle shook, and he leaned against the wall for support. "This… This isn't over. You won't get away with this." He turned back and glared daggers at Alastor, sparks shooting off his hands.
"I have! Now, don't dawdle! You need to address the media~!" Alastor pointed out the window, and Vox turned to see a gathering crowd of reporters and camera crews assembling around the front of the hotel.
"F-fuck."
"Off you go~!" With a gentle push, Alastor sent Vox on the most embarrassing walk of his life as he stumbled through the hotel, his slippers in hand.
Charlie, face glued to the front window nervously, whirled around when she heard footsteps. "Oh! Please, come again soon!" She smiled and waved at the demon, who simply huffed.
"I won't," he said under his breath, pushing open the doors to be greeted by reporters shouting and snapping pictures. What a mess.
When he finally got back to V Tower, he got quite the earful from both Velvette and Valentino. However, when they were alone together, Velvette grinned and scribbled a hand over Vox's ribs to make her friend giggle. It was cute, and goodness knows she needed a stress reliever now and then. Maybe she had to thank Alastor sometime for unintentionally gifting her such precious information. At least Vox didn't lose a limb in there: only every last shred of his dignity.
Summary - During an Overlord meeting, Vox attempts to get Alastor’s attention by utilizing his electricity-generating abilities. Alastor returns the favour.
Word Count - 1020
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Vox was in attendance at a meeting of Hell’s Overlords organized by Carmilla Carmine. The meeting was taking place in a small-ish room containing a large, black-and-white table, surrounded by pink chairs.
Vox sat at the head of the table, opposite Carmilla. Velvette was to his left, sitting next to Rosie and staring at her phone, while Valentino was to his right, sitting next to Zeezi and gluing specks of glitter onto one of his guns.
As Carmilla discussed current issues in the Pride Ring, Vox paid her no mind, instead opting to glare in Alastor’s direction.
Vox had been staring daggers at his rival for the entirety of the meeting, attempting to get his attention to no avail. Not once had the demon acknowledged his presence. Growing increasingly frustrated, Vox thought of ways in which he could mess with Alastor from his current position, in order to make himself more difficult to ignore.
Suddenly, an idea crossed Vox’s mind. He placed his hands under the table, aimed his fingers at the Radio Demon, and began to send out shocks of electricity. The distance between the two was large, so Vox had to send a considerable amount of energy, but as it was beneath the table, he didn’t have to worry about any other Overlords catching wind.
Vox smirked to himself. His shocks would make contact with Alastor’s hips any moment now. He watched for any signs of pain or discomfort from the Overlord, but instead noticed a different reaction. The corners of Alastor’s smile were being tugged up ever so slightly.
Vox was confused. Clearly the electricity was reaching Alastor, but it appeared to be causing him to feel something other than pain. After racking his brain, Vox came to a realization. The broadening grin on Alastor’s face, as well as the now subtle shifting from side to side seemed to indicate that the sensation was tickling him.
Vox reasoned that the distance between himself and Alastor dulled the intensity of his sparks, preventing them from harming the Radio Demon and instead causing a ticklish sensation wherever they made contact. It wasn't exactly what Vox was expecting, but for all intensive purposes, it would work.
Vox grinned to himself as he increased the amount of energy leaving his fingertips. He was revelling in the reaction he was getting from Alastor, watching the demon’s composure falter even the tiniest bit, before feeling something snake around his wrist.
Vox recognized the texture as that of one of Alastor’s tendrils. Cutting the electricity, he felt another tendril brush up against his palm. As it began to graze the surface, Vox attempted to cover his palm with his free hand, but it was caught by another tendril, which wrapped around it and pulled it back.
The tendril dug into Vox’s palm, scribbling and tracing every inch. Vox did everything in his power to stifle the giggles rising in his chest, and fight the smile threatening to appear on his face. He tugged desperately at his restraints, but they wouldn’t budge.
Small sparks started to fly from Vox’s head as the light, ticklish tracing on his hand was beginning to drive him mad. Vox began yanking his wrist back towards himself violently, pulling with all of his might over and over until, in an instant, the tendrils retreated. Vox’s hand flew back, out from under the table and into the air, as the Overlord crashed against the back of his chair.
Carmilla turned, spying the raised hand.
“Yes?”
Vox froze. Everyone in the room turned to look at him. He lowered his arm, folding his hands against the table.
“A-are we going to be served lunch?” Vox couldn’t think of a better question, as he hadn’t listened to a thing said in the meeting thus far.
Carmilla narrowed her eyes.
“No.”
Turning around, she continued speaking.
As his fellow Overlords returned their attention to Carmilla, Vox grumbled to himself. He looked over at Alastor once more, this time catching a glimpse of the Radio Demon grinning at him, before immediately turning his head away.
Oh, that little…
Vox was angry. How dare his rival turn his plan against him. Vox placed his hands under the table again, this time pointing his fingers up towards Alastor’s stomach. Releasing electricity, he wiggled his fingers up and down, sending out waves of sparks.
Alastor’s eyes widened, the demon beginning to squirm in place much sooner than before. Vox kept up his attack, even as he felt two small, mobile creatures latch onto his legs. He couldn't look under the table to confirm what they were, as he didn’t want to draw attention to himself, but he was pretty confident that they were two of Alastor’s little minions.
The creatures scurried up Vox’s legs, stopping at his knees and digging into the hollows behind them. Vox, unwilling to halt the electricity, kicked desperately at the creatures, who nimbly avoided his blows. Sparks flew from the Overlord’s head as a grin involuntarily materialized on his face.
Light snickers filled the room as the two demons attempted to outlast one another in their impromptu competition of endurance.
After a few long moments, Carmilla drew the meeting to a close. As those in attendance began to rise, Vox cut the electricity, grabbed the two creatures on his legs, and hurled them across the floor. Taking a minute to recover, Vox watched as Alastor and Rosie left together, Alastor turning and flashing a grin at Vox before exiting the room.
As the three Vees made their way to the door, Velvette spoke up.
“Well that was boring, and a complete waste of time. Is it really necessary that we come to these lame meetings, Vox?”
“Of course. We have to keep tabs on the other Overlords, and let them know that we’re still in the game.”
As Velvette scoffed, Vox recalled the events of the meeting. Usually, he felt that he had better things to do than listen to Carmilla drone on, but today’s meeting proved to be worth attending.
probably an unpopular opinion: but i didn't hate this situation
stolas looked to blitz for permission. even after all the fighting and hurt feelings, he still cares enough to see if blitz is okay with stolas dancing with this guy, and blitz gives him permission.
stolas has never had any experience outside of stella and blitz. his relationship with stella was toxic, and he wasn't happy. his relationship with blitz has been solely built on sex, with a lot of stolas having to tiptoe around his own feelings. stolas never really got to experiment outside of his relationship with blitz, and with how blitz treated him, i think he should be allowed to do what he wants.
stolitz is endgame (ofc), but i see nothing wrong with stolas having his rebound and expressing himself. he's never been openly desired in such a way, and he deserves to explore that. if blitz is allowed to fuck other people, so is stolas.
also, this dude was nothing but nice to stolas, and i see no reason to hate on him. he's giving stolas an opportunity to have a kind of fun he's never had before. with stolas' lifestyle, he's never been able to attend a party just for the sake of having fun, dancing, and getting drunk.
can we please stop infantilizing stolas? just because his experience is limited, doesn't mean he's incapable of making his own choices. he doesn't need blitz, and i think it's important that he discovers himself more before the two of them rekindle their relationship. if he wants to party and kiss a guy, then so be it. if blitz did the same, no one would care—so let stolas fuck some random guy if he wants to!!
VEROSIKA MAYDAY, Succubus Pop Star | 2x09 - Apology Tour
"Blitz, there is a crowd full of people here who cared so much they throw an entire fucking party about hating you every year! Do you know how much you have to care to do something as stupid as that?"
