Any radiotrio tickle headcanons? I love those three, they're weirdo assholes who would kill for each other no hesitation, but would also get in a physical fight with each other that includes biting at the drop of a hat, and I know they get into some BRUTAL tickle fights (especially with Niffty who is canonically not ticklish. I just KNOW she's a terrifying ler for these two losers)
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OKAY
so
to be HONEST I do love Husk but I just don't imagine him as super involved in that kind of thing
but he does occasionally find himself at the whim of Niffty and Alastor who are completely entirely 1000% switches
and the dynamics can be so fluid
its. quite difficult to form an organized attack on Alastor. Husk straight up won't do it, even with Niffty's support. He'll gladly watch Niff wreck him, but he's doing just that. Watching.
EXCEPT
There are two people who, in their presence, give him enough confidence to actually get his hands on the man. And that of course is Rosie and Lucifer. If either of them are in the mood to wreck Al, and generous enough to let Husk in on it, there's nothing Alastor can do to him. So he will be taking full advantage of that.
As for Niffty, he just doesn't find it that personally entertaining to tickle someone who isn't ticklish, but he'll do any way bc he likes her and because,,, she'll make him
Niffty will go to town on either of them she dgaf
And Alastor can and will remind them of who they belong to. (It's pretty pointless with Niffty, but he can be quite cruel with Husk)
Hey y’all! This is my birthday fic! The Angel and Niffty won! I hope you enjoy it! Enjoy!
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Niffty was doing well… Niffty things. She was currently chasing a roach through the hotel, trying to stab with a sewing needle.
“Stab! Stab! Stab!” She said when she tried, and failed, to stab the roach.
She was not paying attention to her surroundings at all, so of course, she ran face first into a small table with a vase on it. The table broke on top of her, the vase breaking on her head as well.
Angel heard this all the way from his room, so he went to go check what was happening. He, Niffty, and Husk were the only ones in the Hotel at the time.
“Hey Husk. What was that noise?” Angel asked the flying cat demon.
Husk put down the bottle he was drinking out of. “Dunno. I saw Niffty chasing a bug or something.” He said nonchalantly.
Angel was about to say something when both him and Husk heard a scream like cry. Angel, of course, went running towards the sound. When he got there however, he saw a beat up, wet, and crying Niffty.
“Hey… Hey… What’s wrong Nif?” Angel asked as he gently picked up the little demon.
“Ch-Charlie’s going to be mad at me..!” She sniffled, tears running down from her one eye.
“Hey, Charlie ain’t gonna be mad at you. It’s just a table… and a vase… But that doesn’t matter, at least not right now.”
Niffty still kept crying, her tears soaking her skin with the water from the vase.
Angel thought for a moment, thinking of a good way to cheer her up. Then, it hit him.
“Hey Nif, you gotta cheer up! Yeah?” He smiled and shifted her to one of his many arms.
Niffty sniffled.
Angel then started tickling her little stomach, getting a mix of giggles in return.
“Ah! EheheHEHEhe! AhaAHAngehel!” Niffty giggled and squirmed in the spider demon’s grasp.
Angel just held her tighter at that. “Nope! No escaping for you!” He teased, continuing his onslaught of tickles.
if it's ok with you I would love a part 3 of the letting of steam fics. i love the first two so far
oh of course!!!! thank you so much for the request heehee! i think there's gonna be one more chapter after this one before the story ends heehee, so if its requested ill begin working on that- i wanted alastor to be sweet with husker cuz husk's very clearly terrified of him so he's gentle with husk- anyways enjoy!! and thanku again for requesting <33333333
(also dont get mad but im not showing Angel's accent phonetically, that's just not my style so use your imagination)
Last Man Standing
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Words: 1953
Pairing: Ler!Alastor, Lees!Niffty, Angel, and Husker
Warnings: Alcohol and a panic attack, Angel being Angel, and also its unedited
Husker slightly trembled as he looked around. The radio demon could appear from any shadow, and Husk was never ready. The gambler hated that Alastor got to him so much, but he couldn’t help being afraid. That demon had his soul, and his grip on it was ceaseless.
Mercifully, Husker wasn’t alone as he slunk through the hotel halls. He tightly held Angel Dust’s hand, who seemed completely unfazed by the situation. Behind them, trying to keep up, Niffty clapped her hands excitedly. Husker was at least glad she was enjoying herself.
“Stay close, Niffty,” Husk looked behind him, motioning for the maid to hold his other hand. “You know how extra our boss can be.” He felt a little better holding their hands, but he knew that once Alastor tasted figurative blood in the water, it wouldn’t matter.
The shadow of the radio demon followed them down the dark hallway. Alastor may have been part-deer, but all that was going through his mind now was the instincts of a hunter. And if he wanted to be efficient about this - which he always did - he’d pick them off, one by one, starting with the weakest.
Angel looked over. “Huskie, your hand is trembling. You afraid of the dark?” He said it with a light tone, but as soon as he saw the hotel bartender look back at him with eyes filled with terror, he softened. “Don’t worry, sugar. I’ll protect ya,” he said, affectionately rubbing Husker’s knuckle with his thumb.
“And I’ll protect you, too!” Niffty giggled as she said it, squeezing Husker’s other hand.
Despite the fear, Husk grinned a little. “Thanks, you two,” he mumbled. He wrapped his tail around his waist like a hug, trying to level his breathing.
“Besides,” Angel continued, gesturing as he spoke, “I’m pretty sure Alastor’s just having fun with this. Nobody’s getting hurt. Just a little scared.”
“Cuz he’s a bad boy!” Niffty offered.
Angel snickered under his breath. “Yeah, sure. Besides, you’ve seen how agitated he looked this morning. He’s barely shown his face since the battle. Maybe he needs this.”
Niffty giggled again. “And when he finds us, he will tear our souls apart!”
Husker’s breath caught in his throat as he was reminded of Alastor’s threat. “What?!”
“No, hun,” Angel chuckled and rubbed Husker’s shoulder. “She’s just fucking with you, Huskie. Our souls are fine.” He sighed a bit when he felt Husk tense up, silently wishing he could get some alone time with him to talk. Luckily, he wouldn’t have to wait for long. Angel spoke up again as they continued walking. “Niffty, no more jokes, got it?”
Silence.
“Niffty?” Angel looked over, and Husker stopped in his tracks. Slowly, he held up his other hand for Angel to see: it was empty. “Niffty!” Both sinners looked around the hallway but found no trace of the neurotic little maid.
Husker’s breathing rate increased. “Oh, shit,” he whimpered.
In an empty room, Alastor dropped Niffty on the bed, who was clapping enthusiastically. “You got me!”
The radio demon grinned and ruffled her hair. “That I did, little darling. I have two more targets, so I can’t tarry long, but I’ll leave you with this.” With a motion, Alastor summoned two tendrils, using one to hold up one of Niffty’s hands and the other to wiggle against her stomach. He fondly knew that it didn’t take much to unravel the little sinner, and as he predicted, she instantly began cackling like a lunatic. She was easy prey. “Now, don’t go anywhere!” Alastor giggled.
“YEhEHEheheHS SihIhIHihIR!” Niffty said through her laughter, giving him a salute.
Husker was panicking. She was gone, and he was next. He heard Angel beside him, but his voice sounded distant.
“Maybe she just found a bug on the ground, hun! You know she loves cleaning pests.” Angel’s reasoning wasn’t heard as Husker began stumbling forward.
The radio demon momentarily opened the door just as Niffty uttered a loud shriek that echoed down the hall.
Angel stood straight upright, but before he could say anything, Husker took off like a shot, running as if his life depended on it. “No, Huskie, wait!” Angel ran after him, trying to keep up with the gambler. By the time Husker looked back again, the porn star was out of sight. Alastor got him, too. The bartender whimpered and took off running again.
“Alright, asshole!” Angel Dust yelped as he was unceremoniously pinned to a wall by Alastor’s magic. “First of all, how you’re holding me is all wrong. See, these hands over here are barely being held down at all. And you shouldn’t keep the arms completely stretched and extended like this; it’s always better to allow some give; that way, the muscles don’t get sore. Have you ever done this before?”
Alastor’s eye twitched in annoyance, but he took what Angel said into account and moved him a little. “An expert?”
“Yeah, I’m pretty much a pro regarding restraints. But secondly, and also most importantly, you’re scaring Husker. He’s having a panic attack, thanks to you.”
“I’ll attend to him shortly, don’t worry. As for you, my effeminate fellow, it’s time for your punishment after being found!”
“Do… do you hear yourself right now?” Angel raised an eyebrow. “That is some seriously kinky shit. I’ve heard that exact line a dozen times. It’s one of the classic amateur porn-writing lines. Like, you know what I’m gonna say to that, right?”
“Hm! Then don’t say anything,” the radio demon smiled wide. “Just laugh.”
“With the way you’re holding me down, I might just do thahAhahahahhat! WhaaHAt?!” Angel looked down and saw sets of claws extending from the wall, wriggling into his underarms.
“Four arms means four armpits! Now, excuse me,” Alastor turned and walked to the door. Angel Dust’s laugh was just as loud as his personality, and he wasn’t used to the gentle, teasy touch he was receiving. With a chuckle, Alastor left him to his tickling.
Husker ran until he saw the bar, and with all the grace of a terrified cat, he leaped over the bar, knocking a bottle over, and curled up on the floor in a ball. He trembled and gripped his neck, practically feeling his chain tightening as the radio demon held his soul in a vice-like sadistic grip.
Suddenly, Husker was jarred out of his thoughts by a single light turning on overhead. He held his breath and looked up to see enough light to fully illuminate the small bar. Then, there was a soft knocking on the countertop.
“I’d like a drink, please.”
Husker peeked over the counter to see Alastor sitting on one of the barstools, legs crossed and hands neatly folded on his lap. His eyes were closed, and he smiled without teeth. He looked… completely unthreatening. “W-what?” the bartender asked, his voice still shaking.
“A drink, friend.” Alastor’s voice was soft, almost soothing. Was he trying to comfort him?
“I- why?”
Alastor opened one eye. “Because I’m parched. Being a hunter is hard work, you know.”
“No, as a matter of fact, I don’t know.” Husker glared at his boss. “What did you do to the others?”
“They’re all having fun, don’t worry.” Alastor tapped the counter again. “Now, gin and tonic, please.”
“That’s… not your usual order.” Husker looked at the radio demon suspiciously. Husker’s favorite drink was a gin and tonic, so why was Alastor ordering it? Regardless, Husker began making the drink and served it to his guest in a large glass.
“Thank you.” Alastor politely nodded before pouring half of the drink into another glass and passing it back to the bartender. “Here, have some.”
Husker looked down at the glass and then back up at Alastor. He didn’t seem to be manipulating him. It looked like Alastor was genuinely just trying to calm him down. Hesitantly, the gambler picked up the glass.
“You’ve won.” Alastor held up the glass. “A toast! You were the last one I found.”
Husk held up his glass and took a big sip. The alcohol warmed the back of his throat, and he felt all his muscles loosen up a bit. Sighing, Husk leaned against the countertop and looked up at Alastor. He was warmly smiling as he drank from his glass.
“You should have seen the look on Angel’s face, Husker. It was absolutely to die for!” The radio demon laughed as he set the glass down, and thanks to the gin, Husker found himself chuckling along with him.
“I bet he made a sex joke, didn’t he?”
Alastor nodded, and the two laughed together.
After a few minutes, both were filled with warmth and laughing at nothing in particular. The radio demon wiped a tear from his eye and sighed happily. “Now, you get a reward for lasting the longest.”
Husker tilted his head, smiling lopsidedly in confusion, before he felt Alastor’s tendrils from behind him, gently massaging his shoulders. The shock of the touch quickly melted, and the gambler slowly laid his head on the counter. Smiling wide, he yawned like a cat, and his ears twitched.
Alastor smiled and used one hand to rub his ear, and to his surprise, he heard a low purring sound coming from his bartender. He knew Husker was starved for touch, but he had no idea it was to this extent. He couldn’t help letting a small “Awww…” out, smiling fondly at the grumble Husk made in reply. The feline sinner swatted at the radio demon, and Alastor gently grabbed the offending hand, tracing the heart on Husker’s paw with a single claw.
“H-heeheehehee… C-cuhuhuhut ihihit ouhuhut…” Husker began giggling but didn’t pull away from the touch. As Alastor continued administering his reward tickles, Husker never once moved, only letting out sleepy giggles.
“You are far too precious to be so scared, Husker.”
“Sh-shuhuhuhut ihihihihit…”
“No, I don’t think so.” Alastor wiggled the claw a bit faster, and Husk’s giggling mixed with his purring made for an extraordinarily adorable sound. Without stopping the massaging, ear rubs, or palm tickles, Alastor gently led Husker out from the bar to the oversized couch in the lobby and sat him down. With a start, the radio demon realized he was still tickling the others, and he quickly stopped all his magic, releasing Lucifer, Vaggie, Charlie, Niffty, and Angel from their tickly punishment.
The other hotel residents slowly stumbled into the lobby, wiping tears from their eyes and rubbing their still-tingling spots. All had blushes on their faces, and none wanted to talk to the others after being so thoroughly wrecked. Lucifer was practically gasping for air as he shuffled in, and without a word, he sat down on the far end of the couch and instantly fell asleep. Next to him sat Charlie, and next to her sat Vaggie, and the two girlfriends snuggled close to each other. Niffty hopped onto the armrest and conked out faster than you could say ‘stab,’ and Angel crept in beside Husker to wrap his four arms around the sleeping bartender.
Alastor sat in his recliner, took a deep breath, and smiled as the other residents slept. Finally, the Hazbin Hotel was quiet, and he could get some rest. He was shockingly tired, and as he lay his head back against the seat, he grinned at the fun he had had today. He hoped he could do it again soon because, as far as he could tell, nobody else disliked it either. Although maybe he’d have to go easy on the theatrics with Husker.
The other residents were plotting revenge against the radio demon as he slept. But that would come after everyone was awake. For now, the hotel slept.
Hey y’all, this is the Nifty and Alastor fic! I’ve decided to do lee! Nifty bc there’s not enough stuff about her! Enjoy!!
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Alastor has been out all day, doing whatever Alastor does, so he had just came back to the hotel. He walked through the door and plopped down onto the couch.
“Welcome back Alastor!”
The Radio demon turned his head to see a tiny demon smiling at him.
“Hello dear, how was your day today?” Alastor smiled back at Niffty.
“I killed some bugs, we did some trust exercises, and the I cleaned some more!” Niffty said bouncing slightly.
“Well my dear, you seem to have had a fun day.” Alastor said as he patted her head.
Niffty nodded, plopping herself next to Alastor. She scooted closer to the demon in charge of her.
“What did you do today? I bet it was exciting!” Niffty asked, a bigger smile plastered across her face as she thought of all the things Alastor could’ve done.
“Well Niffty, my day wasn’t quite as exciting as I’d hoped it’d been.” The stronger demon sighed, picking at his nails.
The smaller demon’s smile turned into a pout as her speculations flew out the window.
“But….. you can help make it better.”
Niffty eyes lit up even more than before. “How, how!?”
“Well my dear…, he said whilst picking up the smaller demon. This is how!”
And with that, Alastor dug his fingers gently into the stomach of the younger. His claws were surprisingly ticklish as well.
“Ehehehehehe! Yohohuhu’rehe sneheheahaky!” Niffty tried to compliment the Overlord but her giggles were overwhelming her words.
“Why thank you my dear! Guess I’ve learned from the best~”
“EHEHEHE! AlahastohOR!” Niffty’s squeals we’re so childlike and so pure. Alastor just couldn’t help visibly aw at the sight he created.
“You truly are very precious my dear Niffty.”
“ThahaAHANk yohoUHU!”
“You’re most certainly welcome my dear.” Alastor said, using his other hand to pat her on the head.
But unbeknownst to them, the whole hotel was now watching it play out. And Charlie, couldn’t help but think of new exercises to do for the hotel.
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Sorry for this fic taking longer than expected to write. Schoolwork is a pain! Anyways, love y’all!<3
