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Can we see some Lee Vaggie and Ler Charlie?
There's not enough Chaggie
(Huge fan of your art. You're really talented)
TickleTober 2024 🎃
Day 6: Cuddles
♡ Aug’s TkTober2024
A/N: Awww thank chu, anon! That really means a whole dang lot ;u;💕
POV: You’re Vaggie trying to enjoy a nice cuddle sesh but your hyper golden retriever girlfriend keeps sneaking in tkls X3
Feather Care
As things begin calming down after the angels' attack on the hotel, Charlie decides to spend some time with Vaggie to learn about her new wings. Maybe she'll receive some much-needed attention herself, too...
This is my @squealing-santa 2025 gift for @victoriachillin61yay! I'm not super familiar with Hazbin Hotel or its fandom, but I do like the characters quite a bit, so I thought I'd give this a shot. Hope I did these two justice, they're so silly :D
“And that's how you do it.” Vaggie turned towards Charlie, holding up the feather sheath she'd cleanly removed from her wing. Said girl's eyes were sparkling with amazement. Vaggie blinked. “...What, it's not that impressive, is it?”
“It is impressive, Vaggie! I didn't even know feathers came in plastic wrapping!” Charlie grabbed the translucent casing, wanting to get a better look at it, only to flinch as it promptly crumbled in her hands. “Oh uh- whoops.” Vaggie chuckled at her girlfriend's antics, giving her a light pat on the shoulder. “It's called a sheath, hon. And don't worry, it's meant to do that.”
They hadn't had much time to think about it before, but now that Heaven's attack was over and the hotel was mostly rebuilt, Vaggie's newly regrown wings have become the center of attention for the two girls. Charlie was utterly fascinated by them, despite the fact that both Husk and her dad had wings too. “I like yours the most!” was Charlie's response when Vaggie pointed it out, and, well, she wasn't going to argue with that. Besides, it's not like she minded getting the opportunity to teach her enthusiastic girlfriend and keep their minds off of more… stressful matters for a while.
Right now, Vaggie was demonstrating one of the most basic forms of wing care: preening. The whole ‘pinch, twist and pull” procedure came pretty naturally to her, even when she was so out of practice… surely Charlie wouldn't have much trouble with it either, right? After demonstrating on a few more feathers, she turned around and sat down cross-legged on the bed, holding her wings out loosely. “Alright babe, you ready to try for yourself?”
“I-I think so!” Despite her words, Charlie sounded audibly nervous as she reached out towards one of Vaggie's long, silvery pin feathers. It kind of resembled a paintbrush, with the fluffy feather tip peeking out from the thin keratin wrapping. It looked so delicate… What if Charlie accidentally snapped it? …No, it's alright, she can do this! Vaggie made it look so easy! All she has to do is pinch, twist and-
Pluck!
It took a second for Charlie to process the way her girlfriend's wings flinched, and the whole feather that she was now holding between her fingers. But once the realisation set in…
“Ohmygosh Vaggie I am so so sooo sorry!! Did that hurt? I mean, of course it did, I literally pulled a feather out of your wing and- oh no, what if I've permanently damaged your wing?? And you just regrew it, too! Oh, it's all my fault, I-”
“Hey, calm down. It's just one feather, and it will grow back. It's not the end of the world.” Vaggie gently took hold of Charlie's hands, an exasperated yet fond expression on her face. While all the overdramatic fretting was admittedly kind of sweet, it definitely wasn't a good idea to let it spiral out of control. Goodness knows poor Charlie had enough guilt on her hands as is… So, Vaggie took the feather, dusted off the leftover flakes and put it aside before getting back into position. “How about you try again? Maybe go for a smaller one this time. Oh yeah, and don't worry if it crumbles and gets everywhere; I can wash it off after.”
“Okay, if you say so…” Even more nervously than before, Charlie searched Vaggie's wings for a better pin feather to practice on. It didn't take long to find one, but its small size just made it look even more fragile… No, it's alright. Vaggie said the small ones were easier, and she trusted Vaggie.
Making sure to be extra careful this time, Charlie pinched the feather softly, rubbing it gently between her fingers instead of trying to twist it off fully. She watched in amazement as the sheath quickly flaked away, leaving only a bit of keratin dust that neither girl minded. Vaggie let out a small hum of satisfaction. “Yep, there you go… that's how you do it.”
With newfound confidence, Charlie repeated the process on a few more feathers, each attempt feeling easier than the last. Soon, she found a comfortable rhythm - as it turned out, preening wasn't so scary once she got the hang of it. “Oh wow, this is actually kinda fun!”
“Mhm, it's really nice…” Vaggie seemed to be enjoying this even more than Charlie was, practically melting under her girlfriend's gentle touch. She even ruffled her feathers to give Charlie better access, much to the latter's delight (so fluffy!). It'd been ages since someone else had preened her wings for her, and she'd forgotten how amazing it felt… It was like a soothing back massage, but ten times better. Just pure, relaxing bliss.
But then, the sensation began to change. It seemed Charlie had gotten brave enough to experiment with different techniques, and was now lightly combing and kneading her fingers through Vaggie's soft plumage. This was effective enough at clearing away some of the looser sheaths, but it also came with a rather embarrassing consequence: it tickled. Like, a lot. Pin feathers were sensitive after all, and each graze of Charlie's nails sent a new wave of tingles through poor Vaggie's wings. Instinctively, she pressed a hand against her mouth, trying to suppress the giggles that were bubbling up in her throat. Still, she couldn't stop her wings from quivering helplessly under the touch. It didn't help that Charlie seemed completely oblivious to the effect her actions were having… How could Vaggie protest in the face of that cheery smile?
It was when Charlie's fingers found the base of her wings that Vaggie's composure broke. With an uncharacteristic squeak, she burst into laughter, doubling over as she tried not to accidentally smack Charlie with her wings. Startled, Charlie froze for a moment, processing the sound of Vaggie's giggles and the sight of her reddened cheeks. Then, her eyes widened, and a brilliant smile spread across her face.
“Wait, Vaggie, you're ticklish?? That's so cute!! How am I just finding out about this? Hold still, I gotta test this!”
“W-wahahait-!” Before Vaggie could react, Charlie began attacking her wings with renewed enthusiasm, the gentle kneads turning into playful pokes and rapid scribbles. Oh, that was so, so much worse. Immediately, Vaggie burst into another fit of giggles, her wings fluffing up in a futile attempt to defend themselves from the tickling fingers. Charlie's affectionate, possibly unintentional teasing wasn't helping matters, either.
“Aww, your giggles are so adorable, Vaggie! We should do this more often!”
“Nahahahahaha! Chaharlie, stahahap!”
“You look like you're having fun, though! I haven't seen you smile so wide in ages. Besides, your wings are just so soft, I can't help it!”
“Shuhuhut uhuhuhuhup…!”
As if Vaggie wasn't already enough of a flustered wreck, that was when Charlie found that weak spot at the base of her wings again. With just a single poke, Vaggie threw her head back and squealed with laughter, her wings flapping frantically and nearly whacking Charlie in the face.
“EEEEEHEEHEEHAHAHAAA!!”
(Un)fortunately, that was when Charlie stopped, her hands abruptly pulling away from Vaggie's wings. It took a few moments for the fallen angel to catch her breath, a giddy smile still plastered on her face. All that laughing had been pretty embarrassing and a tad overwhelming, but she had to admit… it’d felt kinda nice too, maybe even more so than the preening. Speaking of which, it seemed all the flapping and flailing had actually shaken off a lot of the remaining sheaths, and her wings felt better than ever before. Heh… maybe they really should do this more often, flustering as it is.
In fact, Vaggie was so distracted by all the lingering fuzzy feelings that it took a moment for her to realise that Charlie was speaking again. In contrast to Vaggie's own mental state, Charlie's voice was softer than usual, almost worried-sounding. “Hey… you okay? You squealed really loudly back there. I hope I didn't go too far…”
Oh Charlie, always worrying about other people. These past few months have been pretty hard on her, after all… She was probably still harbouring so much regret under that energetic exterior. Even now, when the two of them were just supposed to be having fun together, she was still so anxious…
For a moment, Vaggie was silent, her chest still heaving slightly from the force of her previous laughter. Then suddenly, she whirled around and lunged at Charlie, tackling her down onto the bed!
Charlie let out a yelp as Vaggie's gentle yet firm hands shove her shoulders, followed shortly by her back hitting the mattress. Looking up, she was greeted with the sight of Vaggie holding her hands out, wiggling her fingers at her with a devious glint in her eye. “Oh, don't worry, you didn't go too far… but now, it's your turn.” Instinctively, Charlie tensed up and squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for the incoming onslaught…
…only to be met with a soft, fluttering feeling on the side of her neck.
Slowly, Charlie opened her eyes, and spotted the fluffy feather in Vaggie's hand - the same one she'd accidentally pulled out earlier. Vaggie twirled the feather in her hand, her gaze much more tender than before. “What, you really thought I was gonna go all out on you now? I can tell you're still a bit stressed out, sweetie. I think you need some nice, relaxing ‘feather care’ more than I do.”
For a moment, Charlie's eyes welled up with tears, moved by her girlfriend's sweet gesture. But then, she felt the feather brush against her neck again, and soon soft giggles were spilling out of her mouth rather than sobs. All the while, Vaggie gazed at her with that loving expression reserved exclusively for her, cupping her cheek with her free hand. “There you go. Hmph, and you said my giggles were cute… yours are even more adorable.”
“Hehehe… Aww, Vaggie…” Charlie felt herself relax involuntarily as she gave into the soft affection. The feather felt both soothingly fluffy and utterly ticklish at the same time, and Charlie couldn’t help but scrunch up her shoulders playfully with each little brush. Thankfully, Vaggie’s quick reflexes let her move the feather out of the way every time, just darting it over to the other side to continue the gentle assault. There was no need to switch tactics or pick up the pace. Just this moment of lighthearted comfort was more than enough.
At some point, Vaggie paused, holding the feather up in front of Charlie’s face. Said girl was still giggling slightly, her face adorned with a smile that was somehow even brighter than usual. Vaggie huffed in amusement at the sight. “See, babe? You make mistakes, but that’s okay - we can find ways to fix them. And sometimes, we can even turn them into something worth smiling over.” Vaggie waved the feather around and booped Charlie’s nose with it, drawing out another little laugh from the blonde. Afterwards, though, her expression softened into one of genuine gratitude. “Thanks, Vaggie. You were right… I needed this.”
Vaggie smiled. “Anytime, sweetie.”
…
“Now then, get over here! Tickle tickle tickle!”
“Eeehehehee! V-vahahaggiee, hehey!!”
“I’m not. Seriously.”
First Hazbin tickle fic; feedback appreciated!
Lee!Charlie X Ler!Vaggie / Ler!Charlie x Lee!Vaggie
Word count: 1663 approx.
C/W: Tickling, sexual content (mostly implied), swearing
Set prior to the events of the pilot.
It suddenly occurred to Vaggie that she was feeling… peaceful.
The irony that this sensation had only come once she was outside the confines of the Pearly Gates was not lost on her; it had arrived, in fact, while she was snuggly wrapped in the ruby red sheets belonging to the one and only Princess of Hell.
She supposed it had been some sort of miracle that the princess had found her wounded in that alleyway, if such things even existed in the Pentagram. Vaggie had thought for a flickering moment that the Speaker Herself had taken on a disguised form to save her, until she realized the red eyes staring at her were far from divine. At least, in the dark. Once Charlie had stepped into the light, Vaggie was struck fast by the blonde’s beauty, and then doubly so by her kindness.
She doesn’t know what you are, Vaggie had realized. But that was fine. Her sisters didn’t want her, her commander didn’t want her. So she could be a nobody just as easily.
In the weeks since her rescue, Vaggie had managed to start slowly knitting herself back together in the princess’s royal quarters. The bandages remained wrapped around her lost eye, but the bruises along her limbs and torso had more than faded into only bitter memory. Her hair now hung only a few inches from her shoulders, and the awkward uncomfortability of her residence had lessened as well, especially after things had… escalated during the fourth night.
She’d been changing her bandages in Charlie’s vanity when the princess had stepped into the bedroom in a scarlet nightgown, her golden hair undone so it hung like a divine chandelier about her pale shoulders. She clearly hadn’t been expecting Vaggie, as she erupted into a blush the same shade as her dress.
“Uh, sorry,” she’d stammered out. “I thought you were -”
“No, no, it’s my fault,” Vaggie had said in tandem, “I should’ve checked -”
They stopped when they realized that speaking in unison was doing little to actually progress anything and ended up laughing together instead.
Charlie had brushed a lock of hair behind an ear and glanced off to her bed. “Well, uh, since you’re already here, I don’t think it would be fair to send you all the way back to your room.”
Vaggie had chuckled a bit at that. “Princess, I’m only…”
“Charlie,” the royal demon had interrupted. Her eyes glimmered then with stars Vaggie swore were impossible to find in Hell. “Please. Call me Charlie.”
Admittedly taken aback by this comfortability, Vaggie continued: “Charlie… my room’s only just around the corner.”
“I dunno,” Charlie said. “I think I see some bruises...”
Vaggie had felt her heart begin to hammer. Shit, shit, shit - her bruises would be far from a demonic shade and if Charlie saw that…
“Where?” she asked, trying to keep the panic in her voice measured. She looked down to analyze herself; her pajamas were gifts from Charlie’s wardrobe, a black long-sleeved button-top and a pair of black sleep pants. The only skin possibly showing was her hands, feet, and everything from the neck up. “I don’t see any-”
The softest hands had touched her face so lightly she hadn’t even felt the urge to flinch. She looked up into eyes brimming with want, and the princess’s voice had been rich and soft as candlelight.
“Right here.” And then her lips had met Vaggie’s, and the night had slipped away in a long meeting of silk and skin…
It had become a bit of a nightly routine since then, yet Vaggie still felt hesitant to apply a label to what exactly they were. She’d been expecting a hasty eviction after the second night, but that worry had lessened considerably in the four week span. Their days had been consistently spent together in a euphoric cloud of playful flirting and secret handholds, and their nights had been even sweeter, even more intimate. Between soft kisses and softer hands, private dreams were spoken aloud…
“I believe in redemption,” Charlie had whispered in the dark one night. “I’ve never told anyone that, but… I really do.”
Such a confession was surely one only given to somebody truly trusted, but… was she only that to the princess? Did Charlie even consider the softness she’d been placing within Vaggie’s heart, or did she do this with every lost soul she found in an alleyway?
And yet even now, with Charlie’s bare, pale arms wrapped comfortability around the former Exterminator’s naked waist, the sense of settling peace felt perfectly suited.
Charlie placed slow kisses against Vaggie’s cheek as she pulled her closer, the touch of their flesh feeling like the most spectacular of fireworks.
One of Vaggie’s hands contentedly traced down the length of Charlie’s back and the princess gave an adorably musical giggle.
“Vahaggiiieeee…!” She sounded anything but upset. It had been an entertaining discovery in two regards; one, that a demonic ruler could be so ticklish, and two, that she could enjoy it so much. “Youhu’re tihickliiiiing…!”
“Mm, sorry, princess,” Vaggie said, though she knew she, too, sounded anything but. “It’s just tickling, though.”
“Nohot faair,” the princess half-heartedly whined. “You don’t see me tickling you!”
Vaggie gave a skeptical Pfft at that. “I’m not ticklish.”
Now that was playing with hellfire. Vaggie really had no clue if she what she’d said was even true. Tickling in Heaven was more reserved for the citizens and Council members; in the Powers, tickling was as commonplace as treason.
Charlie scoffed. “No way.”
“I’m not,” Vaggie said with a smile. “Seriously, I’m just… immune.”
She caught a flash of mischief in the princess’s eyes and suddenly those soft lips were being pressed into Vaggie’s neck at a rapid pace.
Vaggie felt her body flush with warm tingles; she wasn’t sure if that was tickling, but it certainly felt wonderful. “Mm, keep that up, princess, and round three’s guarantEEHED-!”
Her eye shot down to the sudden shock that had shot up from her abdomen - one of Charlie’s hands was scribbling into the ex-Exterminator’s muscled stomach with glee, manicured nails hellishly effective against the firm skin there.
“Not ticklish, hmm?” Charlie cooed into Vaggie’s ear, suddenly shooting up to straddle her hips.
Between the tickling and the insane fluster coursing through her, Vaggie was admittedly at a bit of a disadvantage.
“ChAharRLiHiE!” she squealed, arms shooting up to try and protect the attack on her sides. “NohOhOo!”
“Ohh,” the princess retorted, “but, Vaggie, it’s ‘just tickling’!”
Vaggie threw her hands over her face to cover the golden blush arising there. Having her own teasing words thrown back at her was deviously unfair. “OHOhO, ShUHut UHuhUup!!”
Ten manicured nails were suddenly digging into Vaggie’s armpits and the squeal that slipped out was more mortifying than a thousand defeats in battle.
“Lemme see that faaaace,” Charlie sang, clearly taking advantage of the ticklish underarms.
“NOhO!” Vaggie spat out. “NEhVEhEr!”
The tickling suddenly stopped and Vaggie allowed herself a peek through her fingers… Charlie was smirking down, oozing confidence, her arms crossed over her chest.
“Alright,” she said with all the magnitude of someone about to pull out a trump card, “you asked for this!”
In a blur of pale flesh and ruby silk, Charlie’s weight to Vaggie’s ankles. A hellishly amazing sensation shot up from her soles; Charlie was tickling her feet, and, oh, Maker, Vaggie never knew she could laugh so hard!
“Aww, these are so cute,” Charlie cooed, playing with Vaggie’s toes, despite her giggle-laden protests. “Glad I don’t have toes; they have so many…”
Vaggie let out a shriek as a nail teased between her second and middle toe.
“…soft spots,” the princess purred.
She was gonna die, Vaggie was sure of it. She couldn’t take this - how did Charlie stand it when her hooves had been in the firing line? This was insane, oh wow, this was incredible-!
Air suddenly pulled into Vaggie’s lungs as the sensations stopped. She pulled her hands down a bit to see the princess herself now looming over with eyes absolutely sparkling.
Why’d you stop? she almost asked aloud. Instead she took a deep breath and conceded: “Ohokay, IhI’m… I’m ticklish…”
“You’re goddamn right,” Charlie said. She took hold of Vaggie’s wrists and removed the hands from her face entirely, pinning them above her head. “And blushing.”
Vaggie felt her face go even hotter. “I… I am?”
“Mmhm.” Charlie nodded, leaning down. “You look… fucking amazing, Vaggie.”
Suddenly Vaggie’s tongue was incapable of forming words. She mumbled something out she hoped was at least cute.
Charlie’s melodic giggle helped a bit to confirm it. And then her face softened to a warm smile and those eager eyes that made Vaggie’s stomach a whirlwind of angel feathers.
“I’m really glad I found you,” Charlie said.
Vaggie’s heart was in her ears, pounding like a war drum. “I’m… glad you found me, too,” she managed.
Charlie leaned down and pressed her lips to Vaggie’s, that soft, heavenly warmth flooding her entire body and making her brain go to static. You found me, and now I’m yours.
The kiss broke and those gorgeous eyes were looking down upon her again. “So… round three?”
Vaggie gave a soft chuckle, then swiftly pulled herself up.
It clearly caught Charlie off-guard, as Vaggie had the princess pinned to the bed in the span of a blink, only able to watch as the ex-Exterminator settled herself into a straddle upon the princess’s hips. “You had to ask?”
It was Charlie’s turn to blush now, redder than Eden’s apple. But her hands didn’t fly to her face. Instead, they rested themselves on Vaggie’s hips. “Nah. I just like knowing what you want.” She shot a dazzling wink. “Now, get to work.”
They shared a laugh like that had so many weeks ago, and the peace seemed to flood Vaggie from head to (apparently ticklish) toe.
“As you wish, princess.”
And she got to work…
When monsters turn into little kittens
Summary: A drunk Radio Demon? Is something like this even possible? Something Charlie wants to find out badly. With an interesting turn of events for her and also for her girlfriend Vaggie, who still is highly afraid of Alastor. Something Charlie wants to change badly and maybe today is the day to change this?
Warnings: Fluff, lots of tickles, Alastor being a drunk goof, swear words. Since this is a tickle fic: Don't read if you don't like. 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 have no idea how to write the dialogue of a drunk person so I wrote it in a normal way. I wouldn't even be able to write this in german. Just saying.
Word count: Over 6400
Authors note: And here is my last Hazbin Hotel tickle fic (this is the fic that won my latest poll and I promised you to upload it and here it is now). At least my last fic for an unknown time. The reason why I will stop writing for this community you can find when you click here. As for this fic: Don't even ask me how I came up with this stupid idea. I don't know it myself XD.
As always: Feedback is much appreciated. I feed you and now you feed me. It's only fair.
Fic under the cut.
When monsters turn into little kittens
Pour him a glass of whiskey, put on some jazz and he'll turn into a little kitten.
It were these words that went through Charlie's mind the moment Alastor's head collided with her shoulder and she wasn't sure at that moment if she was dreaming or if this was really happening. But it had to be reality, because she could feel Alastor's warm body against hers, smelled the alcohol in his breath and heard him humming softly to the rhythm of the quiet jazz coming from the lobby's old radio.
Her girlfriend, Vaggie, who was sitting opposite her, was also looking at the deer demon wide-eyed and seemed to doubt her own sanity by now, as she watched the scene unfolding and how Alastor was behaving after just two glasses of whiskey.
This was not the dreaded Radio Demon she knew.
Not the monster that terrified the whole of hell.
Not the bloodthirsty Wendigo who enjoyed tearing his victims into little pieces and devouring them while they were still alive, broadcasting their screams throughout hell.
No.
This was a completely different Alastor.
An Alastor, who was almost scarier than the one she knew.
And yet...
This Alastor had a charm all of his own, because at that moment he was neither brutal, nor creepy, nor sadistic, nor anything else. No. He almost seemed like an affectionate little kitten, begging for attention and it was this thought that made Vaggie grin and Charlie's lips twitched upwards too.
Apparently Mimzy had indeed been right with her words, because Alastor was behaving exactly as the demoness had told them.
"Must have been a bit too much alcohol for him after all," the former exorcist remarked with amusement all too clear in her voice, as she watched Alastor slide further down the princess’ body until he was lying on his stomach on the sofa, his chin resting on Charlie's knees, which brought a slight blush to the young princess' cheeks.
"Mimzy said he could take a lot when it comes to alcohol," she replied to her girlfriend and she didn't really know what to do now, because Alastor seemed completely out of it and seemed to be caught up in his own world. He was still humming along to the calm jazz music, his smile seemed softer and more content than usual and his deer tail, which was lying free now, as he wasn't wearing his coat (it was lying a little further away on one of the armchairs in the lobby), was also wagging gently in time to the music and bore witness to his contentment.
Charlie had never seen the Radio Demon so relaxed before and when she glanced at Vaggie, she seemed to share her thoughts, as she too continued to watch the spectacle in complete disbelief.
And yet Charlie noticed that despite all this, Vaggie was still keeping her distance from Alastor. Even though she knew him better by now, there was still some fear in her visible eye whenever she was near him. Apparently, Alastor's reputation still preceded him and the angel remained cautious, even fearful, around him, always on guard, just in case he would lose it and became the monster everyone feared.
Vaggie was a warrior and she had painfully learned that she couldn't really trust anyone and she still didn't seem to trust Alastor one bit, even though he had proven several times that he only let the monster out of himself when he was provoked. And besides, he had protected the hotel with his life during the last extermination. He hadn't broadcast his cruel radio shows for over seven long years either and yet Vaggie still seemed to fear him.
A fact that Charlie was determined to change and perhaps today was the day she would finally get her chance to do so. After all, she had long since lost her own fear of Alastor and if she could do it then Vaggie could do it too!
Besides, when did one ever get to see the dreaded Radio Demon in such a state? This whole situation was just begging to be taken advantage of and that's exactly what Charlie wanted to do.
The perfect timing for a trust exercise that would not only help her girlfriend, but perhaps also bring Alastor a little closer to the hotel's residents in general, as he continued to avoid the others and often locked himself into his room or radio tower after his hotel work. He didn't want to hear anything about Charlie's trust exercises anyway, as he was of the opinion that there was no hope of redemption for him anyway and therefore didn't want to waste his time with something ridiculous like that.
Perhaps it was possible to kill two birds with one stone today.
She grinned as she looked at her girlfriend.
"Vaggie, come here. Sit next to me."
The young princess patted the sofa next to her, where Alastor's long legs lay.
The ex-exorcist looked over at the two of them skeptically, still seeming to wonder what she should do now and whether she should be on her guard or trust her girlfriend and just walk over to join her.
"Charlie, I don't know..." she began, but the devil's daughter would hear none of her protests, which she let Vaggie know by raising a hand to silence her. Her gaze was gentle and kind as she made eye contact with her, but it also told Vaggie that she wouldn't take no for an answer.
"He's not going to hurt you. You know that, right?"
A chuckle could be heard and Alastor turned his head slightly to look at Vaggie and the warrior angel could only raise her eyebrow, as she saw the goofy grin on the Wendigo's face. It was a grin she had never seen on his face before and it was so infectious that the corners of her own mouth twitched up a little against her will and it didn't get any better when the stag opened his mouth and began to slur.
"Why would I do anything to you, mon ange~? I'm quite nice, you know? I don't bite either~. At least not too hard hehe."
Vaggie could only roll her eye and at the same time a slight golden glow settled on her cheeks when Alastor had called her "mon ange". He was a real charmer when he was drunk; she had to give him that.
She knew that he was one of the few demons in the whole of hell who still had some decency and didn't swear all day long (unless Lucifer appeared on the scene. Then Alastor lost all the decency his mother had taught him), but that he could be such a little charmer was new; even to her.
Mon ange...no one had ever called her that before. No wonder Charlie sometimes came out of her office with a bright red face when she was working on some documents together with Alastor. Apparently, the Radio Demon would then unleash all his charm on her at once to fluster her because he found it funny.
Well, today Vaggie got a little taste of what Charlie probably always got to hear and if she was brutally honest, she actually liked it. It was at least a nice change from all the swear words that flew at her day in and day out. Even if she wasn't much better when it came to that, because she also swore like a sailor when the situation called for it. After all, she didn't let anyone tell her what to do, because she was a strong and independent woman. But right now, there wasn't much to be seen of this strong woman. The warrior had faded into the background, her cheeks were golden and Charlie's knowing giggle didn't make the situation any better for her, but rather worse, causing her to grumble softly.
Still grumbling quietly to herself, she stepped towards the sofa when she finally caved in, simply grabbed Alastor's legs, lifted them a little, so that she could sit down and then placed them onto her own legs so that all three of them had room on the sofa.
She tried to ignore her girlfriend's broad grin and at the same time tried to get her facial color back under control, which wasn't so easy.
"So, here I am. Now what?" she asked instead, quickly changing the subject to something else.
Something Charlie noticed immediately, but she didn't comment on it, just grinned and leaned back and relaxed.
"Nothing. Now you just sit like that until you realize that Alastor isn't going to eat you."
"My dear, you know I would never do that. How often do I have to say that?"
"I already know by now, Al, but Vaggie still doesn't seem to know."
The angel saw Alastor turn his head enough to look at her over his shoulder.
"But mon ange, I just assured you that I don't bite."
"One can never be too careful with you around," the ex-exorcist growled, but she relaxed a little when she finally began to realize that Alastor was indeed just jesting.
If he had wanted to hurt or even kill her, he would have done so long ago...
"My goodness, still so suspicious of me," the Radio Demon muttered and he turned his attention back to the glass of whiskey sitting on the coffee table next to the sofa, but as he went to reach for it, Charlie was quicker than him and literally snatched it from under his nose and held it out of reach as Alastor went to grab it.
"You've had more than enough of this for one day, Al."
"But Charlie, dear, just one more sip."
"No, Al. You're already drunk. If you drink any more, Husker will have to carry you to your room."
A growl could be heard from the bar and Charlie and Vaggie grinned, as they heard the bartender grumble.
"Just leave me out of this!" he hissed like the grumpy cat he was, before taking a generous swig from his own bottle of booze, turning around and apparently declaring the subject closed with this gesture, which made Charlie roll her eyes playfully. But at the same time, she could understand him. She knew that Husker didn't have a particularly good relationship with Alastor and that he feared him and therefore preferred to stay out of anything involving the deer demon.
So the princess left it at that and concentrated fully on the drunken stag, who was trying to snatch the glass from her hand, but she kept holding it out of reach from him. The fact that Alastor was still lying on his stomach on the sofa, half on her and half on Vaggie, didn't make it any easier for him to achieve his goal. His apparently very low tolerance for alcohol was the icing on the cake.
Charlie wondered whether Mimzy had lied on purpose, or whether she really hadn't known that Alastor couldn't hold his liquor as well as she claimed. Or maybe Alastor had simply been more resistant back then as a human and it was now due to his new demonic body that he couldn't take as much as he had as a human? When she thought about it, she rarely saw him drink alcohol in general. Apparently Mimzy didn't know her friend as well as she liked to think...if you could even call her a friend. Alastor hadn’t even mentioned her once since he lived here in this hotel and friends were mentioned at least once...right?
And true friends got in touch with each other, even when they didn't need anything...
Oh man. So many questions and so few answers…
The Radio Demon remained a mystery to her and most likely to the rest of hell...
She was rudely torn from her thoughts, when Alastor poked her cheekily in the side. It didn't hurt, as he was very careful with using his claws on her, but she couldn't stop her body from flinching in response, because it tickled.
"Hey!"
The Wendigo grinned and looked at her with so much mischief sparkling in his eyes that it sent a shiver down Charlie's spine. Something Vaggie noticed too, because out of the corner of her eye, Charlie could see her girlfriend tense up, apparently ready to stand by her side should Alastor attack her.
Oh boy. Vaggie really needed to relax.
If Alastor had wanted to hurt her, he would have done so by now.
He did the opposite, because Charlie had raised her arms and the glass of whiskey so high that Alastor couldn't reach it. At least not in his lying position. In truth, he could have taken it at any time. He knew it, Charlie knew it, Vaggie knew it and Husker knew it too, who silently watched the whole spectacle from the bar and could only shake his head when he saw how childish his otherwise feared boss behaved when he was drunk.
In the meantime, Alastor had turned, more or less, onto his side and was grinning so broadly that it looked unusual even for him. The reason for his spontaneous outburst of mirth was Charlie, as the young princess laughed and squirmed while desperately trying to keep her arms up, so that Alastor couldn't reach the glass. The Radio Demon, of course, was playing unfair as usual and happily kneaded his victim's sides, which was responsible for Charlie's mirthful outburst, for he had found out not too long ago that the devil's daughter was ticklish. Very ticklish, in fact. A knowledge, which he used against her as often as possible, because he loved Charlie's hearty laugher, which he got whenever he tickled her. And lately she had laughed far too little for his liking.
And besides, he really wanted that glass of whiskey...
“Ahahahalastohohor stohohohop ihihihit!”
Oh my, she couldn’t even speak properly after such a short time of tickling.
For the future queen of hell she sure was one of the most ticklish beings down here.
This raised the question of whether her dear father was as ticklish as his heir?
She must have inherited it from someone after all. Let it be father or mother, but Alastor would vote on the fatherly side, given the fact that the king of hell could behave like a goof if he wanted to. And he could swear that he had once heard loud laughter, coming from his room, when the king was alone with his daughter. And said laughter hadn't come from Charlie that day...
Well, there was only one way to find out and he hoped he would get his chance one day.
As for now, he would concentrate on the devil’s daughter instead. He knew how ticklish Charlie was by now, for he had found out about this not too long ago and found himself enjoying participating in such playful activates once in a while. It was a nice change to all the tormented screams he was used to. Besides, one was never fully dressed without a smile…
"Oh no, princess. Keep your arms up. We wouldn't want the glass to fall~,” he said teasingly and kept going, kneading her sides up and down skillfully and earning squeal after delightful squeal from his victim.
He just couldn't help but tease her, for he knew his words flustered Charlie and made it tickle even worse. The slight intoxication of alcohol clouded his senses, letting the bloodthirsty monster he was deep inside fade into the background and instead releasing the playful child he had rarely let out of himself since he had been living down here in this world of fire and brimstone.
But now, at this moment, it was simply unstoppable. He could no longer keep the child inside him and the louder Charlie laughed, the more the child inside him rejoiced. His deer tail wagged back and forth joyfully, witnessing his childlike joy and relaxed state and he seemed to have blocked out everything else around him. In that one moment, it was just him and Charlie and nothing else.
A fact, that would prove to be his undoing, as he only marginally heard Charlie cry out for help, as her arms continued to lower, as Alastor seemed to hit all the right spots that not only made her laugh louder, but shriek as well. Above the hip bones she couldn't seem to stand it at all and he now concentrated on that spot in particular, kneading it skillfully with both hands and grinning so broadly that it almost split his face in half.
"V-Vaggie! Hehehehelp mehehehe!"
An amused laugh burst from the Wendigo's throat and his grin took on sinister proportions, but his eyes betrayed him as they shone like those of a small, playful child; full of joy and pure merriment.
"Ohhh, what's that? Lucifer's daughter can't defend herself, hmm? Does she have to call for help yet~? Can’t she take a little bit of tickling?" he teased her and he continued tickling mercilessly and wouldn't stop until he got that damn glass between his claws.
"I would have expected a little more from the daughter of our fearless king."
Charlie's cheeks turned so red that they rivaled an overripe tomato with all the teasing that left Alastor's mouth. The teasing sound of his voice alone was already flustering as hell and she squealed even louder now, lowering one arm down and trying to push the tickling hands away from her body. However, this only earned her an amused chuckle from her "tormentor", who redoubled his efforts, when he realized that his ticklish attack was working.
"One arm down. One more to lower. Come on, dear. Lower your arm for me and just give me the glass. That'll put an end to all this."
Charlie shook her head stubbornly and kept her arm above her head, but it was already trembling suspiciously, as was the rest of her body as one burst of laughter followed the next.
“Nehehehever!”
The Radio demon grinned and his eyes sparkled dangerously, as he silently accepted the little challenge.
"Never you say? Well, either you lower it or I'll take a few more piano lessons on your ribs~. You don't want me to get rusty, do you, sweetheart?"
"VAGGIE!" Charlie squealed out loud at that as she couldn't take the playful teasing any longer and was about to give up. This was unbearable! Alastor was truly a master of torture. Whether it was real torture or playful "torture" like this.
But there was something she had found out about him not too long ago.
Namely the fact that the hotel’s torture master couldn’t take his own medicine at all…
"But Charlie...I don't know what to do. I don't want to mess with him," she heard her girlfriend response to her mirthful pleading.
Despite the playful atmosphere, Vaggie was still afraid of Alastor? For real?
That had to be a joke!
It was about time to change this once and for all!
"Tickle him!!!" the princess screamed through her increasingly loud fit of laughter and she could no longer sit still, squirming wildly back and forth under those nimble hands, almost spilling some of the Whiskey, as the golden liquid swayed dangerously back and forth in the glass she was still holding onto with all her might.
Vaggie blinked her eye in confusion, thinking she had misheard.
"What?"
"TICKLE HIM!!!" Charlie repeated her words with a loud screech, as Alastor made good on his playful threat and played her ribs like the keys of a piano, always careful to be gentle with her as he didn't want to hurt her with his razor sharp claws.
Claws that were not really meant for such playful activities...
"You want me to...tickle him?" Vaggie asked again, just to be sure, since she still thought she was imagining things. A shiver crawled down her spine as Alastor looked at her, not losing his grin for a second. A grin, that took on sinister proportions now.
"Don't even try, mon ange. I'm not ticklish."
"LIAR!!!" Charlie screeched immediately through her fit of laughter and her arm was about to lower, as she lost the fight more and more. Her tormentor's claws were merciless, stroking agonizingly slowly over the thin fabric of her blouse, intent on taking care of each rib individually. Poking, wiggling, scratching. It felt so ticklish, that it made her feel like she would jump out of her own skin at any second!
"You're calling me a liar, mon chère? Really~?"
"Yehehehehes!"
Just the way Charlie managed to get that one word out while laughing her head off made the others laugh too. Even Husker's lips curled into a small smile, as Charlie's mirth broke through even his thick wall of annoyance and filled his heart with some joy in this dark and brutal world that called hell.
"Yes? Tsk, tsk, tsk. My dear, I am shocked. After everything we've been through together, you're brazenly calling me a liar? I don't like that at all. Maybe a little punishment is in order, hmm? Wouldn’t you agree, darling?"
Charlie immediately squeaked out loud at the words, knowing what was coming. It wasn't the first time she had played this game with Alastor and it probably wouldn't be the last. The only difference this time was the fact that they had spectators. Even if it were just Vaggie and Husker, but this was flustering enough, even without these two.
Her laughter grew even louder as she felt her blouse being pulled up a little and off her stomach and she tried to prepare herself inwardly for what was to follow.
But it didn't get that far, because before Alastor could blow his devilish raspberry, he himself was shaken by a sudden fit of laughter and he started drumming his legs frantically against the sofa. His claws remained on one side of Charlie's ribs, while his now free hand reached behind him and tried to get the hands off his legs, which were currently kneading the backs of his knees and thighs, switching back and forth to see where he was more ticklish and when Charlie looked through her teary eyes at Vaggie, she could hardly believe what she was seeing, because the ex-exorcist was grinning from ear to ear and looked like a little child who had just received the best Christmas present she could have ever dreamed of.
And that present was the fact that Alastor, the bloodthirsty and brutal Radio Demon, was ticklish. Very ticklish, it seemed, because Alastor kicked his legs wildly and Vaggie had to be seriously careful not to get hit by one of them. But her hands never left contact with the back of his knees, as he seemed to be much more ticklish there, and her fingers continued to wiggle around in them or knead the delicate flesh, deliberately pressing harder into the fabric of his pants to get at the skin underneath. But...it didn't really feel like skin that was under the fabric of his pants. It felt more like fur.
Ohhh, this was getting better and better. Alastor was getting really cute to her, thanks to this fact. But the angel preferred to keep that to herself, as she didn't want to test her luck. If Alastor had been sober and she had dared to tickle him or even try, especially in front of Husker, Vaggie was sure it would have earned her a free pass to his radio station and she would be a star guest on his radio show tonight.
She was snapped out of her dark thoughts when Alastor's hand reached for one of hers and she smirked softly as she felt him try and fail to pry at least one hand from the back of his knee. Or...maybe he was deliberately trying not to?
When she looked at him, she thought she saw pure joy sparkling in his eyes. Like he was having the time of his life and maybe he was. Ohhh, if only the King of Hell could see this. That would be very interesting. But Lucifer wasn't at the hotel at the moment and probably wouldn't be back until late evening. A real shame.
The deer demon's second hand was suddenly there, grabbing Vaggie's still tickling hand and gently pushing it away from his knees, but if Alastor thought that was the end of it, he had thought wrong, because in his eagerness he had forgotten about Charlie and the princess was out for revenge!
She was just putting the glass of whiskey to one side, pulling her blouse back down and cracking her knuckles. Her eyes sparkled with pure vengeance and before Alastor knew what hit him, there was a second pair of hands trying to get under his arms, but he reacted quickly and pressed both arms against his body, letting out a fit of giggles that echoed through the hotel lobby while still holding onto Vaggie’s hands to make sure she wouldn’t start tickling again and join her devilish girlfriend. Even if he was the one who started it…
His giggles were loud and high pitched. A sound, so rare, that even Husker perked up his ears, for he had truly never heard such sounds coming from his boss's mouth and he had to pull himself together to keep from grinning gleefully, as he silently watched the spectacle unfolding in front of his very own eyes. And inwardly, he was cheering Charlie and Vaggie on, because he wanted to see the downfall of his boss so bad.
"Chahaharlie, darling...ack! W-we can tahahahalk about thihihihis, can't we?"
The princess raised an eyebrow questioningly, as Alastor grinned into her face, cute giggles still leaving his lips, the mischief still sparkling in his eyes and a sweet squeak escaping his throat as Charlie gave him her answer. Her fingers wiggled into his armpits and anything else the Wendigo wanted to say was smothered in a loud burst of laughter that erupted from his mouth like lava from an exploding volcano and filled the entire lobby within seconds.
And the longer Charlie tickled him, the weaker his grip on Vaggie's hands became and it wasn't long before the angel was able to free his hands from his grasp and immediately launched a counterattack. This time it wasn't his legs that Vaggie attacked. No. This time she cheekily slipped her hands under the demon's red shirt. Her fingers found velvety soft fur and skillfully searched for the sensitive skin underneath and when she found it, a strong jolt went through Alastor's body and the demon roared with laughter.
And that was the moment when Vaggie could no longer hold back her own laughter. It burst out of her without her being able to stop it. A laugh, so full of amusement and joy at the same time that even Charlie looked up at her in amazement, for this was the first time she had seen Vaggie laugh so heartily since she had found her down here in hell years ago.
"Are you all right, Vaggie?" she asked, as she could already see tears in her love's eye and Charlie couldn't stop grinning herself. Alastor didn't make it any better with his fidgeting and high-pitched laughter.
The angel below them just nodded her head, slowly regaining her composure and her loud laughter subsided, turning to amused giggles, as she turned her full attention to the Radio Demon, tickling tears from his eyes, as she searched again for that one spot below his ribcage that had just made him squeal so sweetly and sure enough, she found it again. The Wendigo's body jerked, his legs kicked out and Vaggie had to dodge them to avoid getting kicked right in the face. But no matter what Alastor did, Vaggie continued to tickle him mercilessly, skillfully kneading the spot beneath his ribcage to keep him in his laughing fit. He had scared the shit out of her all these years and now the time had come for revenge. And besides, it was incredibly fun to make one of the most powerful Overlords in hell squeal like that.
Looking at his deer tail, now wagging like a propeller, she knew Alastor was having as much fun as she and Charlie were having. She knew he could have escape whenever he wanted to, but apparently he didn’t want to. Which was quite the interesting knowledge about him...
"Ladies...pleahahahahase...."
Vaggie raised an eyebrow questioningly and looked first at Alastor and then at Charlie, who just shrugged her shoulders in amusement and continued tickling.
"Excuse me? You'll have to be a bit more specific, Alastor. Please what? Please continue? Heh, if that’s what you want…"
Charlie let her hands wiggle mercilessly into his armpits and Vaggie simultaneously pushed her hands a little further under the demon's shirt and tickled his ribs directly, making him laugh even louder if that was still in the realm of possibility by now.
"Mesdames, ne faites pas ça!"
"French? Really now?" Vaggie asked, surprise clearly visible on her face. She would have expected anything from Alastor. That he would thrash about wildly and even bite or finally start cursing, but not that he would just lie there, allowing the tickling to happen and French to come out of his mouth.
"That's what happens if you tickle him long enough," Charlie remarked with a grin.
"Interesting. I would have never expected this from him. Seriously. I always thought of him as a monster without any feelings."
“Well, as you can see: Alastor is full of surprises.”
While the two women talked over his head as if he wasn't even there, Alastor tried to defend himself. He would show them that he was still there, but as he rolled slightly onto his back, he immediately felt tickling fingers on his stomach, as Vaggie saw her chance and immediately seized it, not giving him the slightest chance to counterattack.
"Nice try, Alastor, but if you want to fool a former exorcist, you'll have to come up with something better than that,” Vaggie remarked with a broad grin on her face.
It was a clear provocation. She knew that as well as Alastor did and the Radio Demon reacted immediately. Several shadowy tentacles suddenly erupted from his back and grabbed Vaggie's and Charlie's hands, pushing them away from his body.
Everything happened very quickly after that.
A brief scuffle, a few amused screams and Charlie and Vaggie found themselves lying on the lobby floor. Their arms were pinned above their heads with shadowy tentacles and Alastor positioned them so that they were lying right next to each other on the carpet, as he tried to recover from his own fit of laughter and whipping mirthful tears out of his eyes.
Slowly, he sat up, brushed his hair back and straightened his clothes, which had ridden up in the heat of the moment. He also fixed the bow tie around his neck, until his eyes turned to his two prisoners, who were already grinning broadly at him. Well, at least Charlie had a big grin on her face, because she knew what was about to happen.
When he turned his eyes to Vaggie, he saw the complete opposite on her face, for it was pure fear that was reflected on her face. A sight he didn't like at all, because he didn't want his friends to be afraid of him. He had seen the naked fear on the angel's face far too often whenever he entered the room she was in. And when they were alone, Vaggie quickly looked for the next best escape route to get away from him as quickly as possible and now she was looking at him like that again, even though she had had the time of her life only a few moments ago. That couldn't be allowed to continue.
That’s why he would start with her now...
His grin was as wide as ever, as he turned his eyes on Vaggie and to make her think he was going to unleash the Wendigo on her, he let his antlers grow and turned his pupils into radio dials. If she was afraid of the Radio Demon, she was going to get the Radio Demon.
"Well look at that. Today is my lucky day. Today's special is two for one!"
The alcohol in his blood had long since evaporated and he had just shown the two women that he had been playing with them the whole time, because he just wanted to make fun of them to see how they would react when he was drunk. He could take a lot, even in this body, but they hadn't known that before. Only Husker knew and he had been ordered to keep his mouth shut. Which he had done. It had been fun until the two of them had started tickling him. Which had also been great fun, but not here in the lobby, where everyone could see it. He didn’t even want to imagine what would have happened if Lucifer had come back from his shopping spree in that moment...or whatever the King of Hell was up to when he left the hotel. No, he didn't want to imagine this and it wasn't about Lucifer now, but about his daughter and her girlfriend and he still had something to do.
Something called revenge.
His grin turned slightly malevolent, as he saw the realization on Charlie's face and how she slowly understood that he had been pretending to be drunk the whole time. All so that she and her friend would end up in this position. And why? Because it was fun. Nothing more, nothing less and after everything that had happened, they all desperately needed a little time out. No more fighting. No more desperation. Just fun and relaxation. And Vaggie finally had to learn that he wasn't the mindless monster that everyone down here made him out to be.
His eyes turned back to the angel, who flinched under his played scowl and her remaining eye widened in fear, as he leaned over her.
"Well, my dear. Didn't I tell you earlier that I don't bite? I take that back."
His words didn't make the situation any better, for he could actually hear a small whimper from the warrior's throat and she tugged at the shadow shackles around her wrists, but she couldn't free herself. Alastor had seen to that with his magic. Vaggie may have been a fallen angel, but Alastor was a powerful Overlord and therefore had a clear advantage here in this world of fire and brimstone, which he called his home.
"NO! Stay away from me!!!"
He ignored her protests, as he put his full attention on her, grinning into her face as he knelt over her and slowly pulled her shirt up.
"No, no, no, Vagatha, my dear. You have a lesson to learn. A lesson I will be only too happy to teach you."
As he pushed her shirt up further, but always being respectful not to expose body parts of her that shouldn’t be exposed, Vaggie looked helpfully at Charlie, who by now was giving her an encouraging smile instead of her grin, trying to make her silently understand that everything was all right and that nothing bad was going to happen. But Vaggie was so scared of Alastor that she couldn't get through to her and the panic in her visible eye said it all, as two large clawed hands gripped her sides and Alastor lowered his head.
"The lesson is never mess with the Radio Demon!" Alastor growled out and then his lips descended on Vaggie's stomach and...he unleashed the loudest raspberry he could, causing the angel to screech so loudly that even Angel Dust and Niffty upstairs could probably hear it.
The screeching quickly turned to hysterical laughter that filled the whole lobby as Alastor carefully nibbled his way across the entire surface of her belly, which the ex-exorcist couldn't seem to stand at all, as she squirmed like a worm in her bonds, tugging at them and kicking her legs wildly, but nothing she did could soften Alastor's heart.
“Fuhuhuhuck nohohohohohoho!!!! S-Stohohohop it you a-asshohohohole!!”
He just laughed, ignored her insulting words towards him and carried on, grinning, nibbling and blowing raspberries until tears welled up in the angel's remaining eye. Not tears filled with fear, just tears filled with pure joy, as the deer demon took revenge for the teasing tickle attack from earlier.
"Oh, mon ange...you're even more ticklish than our dear Charlie here and that's really saying something."
Both women's faces immediately flushed a deep shade of red and a grumble could be heard from Charlie, which made him glance over at her teasingly and at the look he gave her, Charlie immediately burst into another fit of giggles from pure anticipation of what was to come once Alastor would focus all his attention on her.
"Don't worry, princess. You’re gonna get my full attention soon. How about a little teaser first, mon chère?"
Even as he spoke, his right hand grabbed Charlie's shirt and pulled it off her stomach again and while he did that, he made sure his claws would leave teasing tickles in their wake. He decided to give Vaggie a short break, before he would get both of them at the same time. And while he waited for Vaggie to catch her breath (apparently she wasn’t used to getting tickled, which was a sad thought, even for him) he enjoyed the sounds of Charlie’s mirthful giggles as he teased her now exposed stomach with feather light tickles while putting his free hand onto Vaggie’s stomach, drumming his claws teasingly against her skin to keep her in a steady fit of soft giggles as well.
Oh, his claws were itching already to do just dig in to those cute bellies in the most ticklish way possible and fill these halls of the hotel with the sweet sound of laughter once more.
Maybe he shouldn’t have changed the name of the former happy hotel?
Today it would live up to its former name after all. He would personally make sure of that.
He turned all his attention to his two victims now. His grin bore witness to the mirth that was about to get unleashed any second and which would fill the halls of this hotel with happy laughter once more.
"Well then, ladies. Break is over. Now then…let's see which of you two can laugh the loudest..."
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It started with something small. Charlie had been humming while cleaning up around the hotel, bright and bubbly like usual, when she noticed Vaggie watching her with that look.
“What?” Charlie asked innocently, as she stacked books.
“Nothing,” Vaggie muttered, arms crossed, though the faintest smirk tugged at her lips.
Charlie’s eyes lit up, she knew that look. “You’re smiling.”
“I am not.”
“You are!” Charlie sang, bouncing over. “C’mon, admit it—you like it when I sing while I work.”
“I said nothing, Charlie,” Vaggie huffed, but her cheeks betrayed her.
Charlie gasped dramatically, clasping her hands together. “You’re blushing!”
Vaggie’s eye twitched. “Drop it, Charlie.”
But Charlie didn’t drop it. Instead, she got that mischievous sparkle in her eyes—the one Vaggie knew meant trouble. “Nooo, I don’t think I will,” she said, wiggling her fingers menacingly.
“Charlie. Don’t.”
“Oh, I definitely will.”
Before Vaggie could back away, Charlie pounced, pinning her gently against the couch. Vaggie’s tough exterior cracked instantly as Charlie’s fingers dug into her sides.
“NOHOHO! CHARLIE, STAHAHAHAP!” Vaggie burst into laughter, squirming violently under her girlfriend’s surprisingly strong grip.
Charlie giggled right along with her, tail wagging like mad. “Aww, you’re sooo ticklish! Why didn’t you tell me?!”
“CUHUHUS I DIHIDN’T WAHANT YOU TO UHUHUSE IT AGAHAHINST ME!” Vaggie wheezed, kicking her legs uselessly.
“That’s exactly why I’m using it against you!” Charlie teased, fingers dancing up toward Vaggie’s underarms.
“FUUUCHAHAH-HAHAH!” Vaggie screeched, thrashing harder, but Charlie just laughed and kept going, absolutely delighted.
“You’re adorable when you laugh like this,” Charlie cooed, nuzzling her cheek against Vaggie’s hair while still scribbling mercilessly at her ribs. “All tough and scary until I do this—” she gave a playful squeeze, earning a squeal, “—and suddenly you’re my giggly little angel!”
Vaggie continued to howl, tears streaming from her laughter, but her tone was powerless against Charlie’s sunshine beam.
After a few more seconds, Charlie finally relented, flopping beside her and cuddling close. Vaggie lay panting, glaring with flushed cheeks.
“You’re evil,” Vaggie muttered, still giggling under her breath.
Charlie kissed her temple sweetly. “Nope. I’m the Princess of Hell. Big difference.”
Vaggie rolled her eyes, but her smile gave her away.
I love the idea of Vaggie’s original wings not being tickling but her regrown ones are (she finds out when Charlie helps her preen after the season 1 finale). I’d love to read something with that in there if you’re up for writing it :’D
✧ 🍎 Preening Session 🪽 ✧
Summary: Vaggie discovers something new about herself with Charlie. What will be the princess' reaction to all this?
Ship(s): Chaggie
Charlie: Red Vaggie: Purple
Content Warnings: None! Pure fluffy tickles here!
Word Count: 598
Vaggie rolled out of bed at the ripe time of... 11:00pm... (In her defense, she'd been working all day and NEEDED a nap. She overslept, which is unlike her, but after the recent events, she needed it.) She rolled up her sleeves and sat in front of her vanity mirror and tapped her nails on the desk.
"Here goes."
She took a deep breath and let her wings out for the first time since the battle ended. The debris from the chaos a week ago had shown in the matted appendages. She furrowed her brows in mild frustration before taking some holy preening oil (of which she thanked Lucifer endlessly for) into her hands and started to massage her fingers through the feathers. She sighed. She was rusty... it's been a while.
Just then, Charlie waltzed through the master hotel room door with a spring in her step, as per usual. Vaggie smiled and paused her task. "Hey, babe." She said, turning towards the blonde. The princess danced over and gave her girlfriend an affectionate peck on the forehead. "Hey, you! What are you up to?" Her eyes shifted to the other's wings. "Ooooh! Are you preening now?" Vaggie nodded. "Eh, yeah. It's about time I do this... Been putting it off." "I can help you?" She rolled up her own sleeves. "Huh? No, no, I got it. You rest up." Charlie pouted and crossed her arms, giving Vaggie a pleading stare. She knew she couldn't resist. "...Alright, fine, get over here." "Okay!" The sad puppy-dog act vanished.
Charlie lathered her hands in oil and gently started kneading her fingers into Vaggie's wings. The fallen angel sighed in relaxation, her eyes fluttering closed and her head leaning back against Charlie's chest, to which the other smiled from ear-to-ear.
It was when the blonde reached Vaggie's wing pits that there was a flinch. She sat up, eyes shot wide open. Charlie retracted immediately. "Oh, gosh! Did I hurt you?" Vaggie cleared her throat and shook her head. "No, no, I'm fine, I just uhm-" She looked down. Charlie's concern turned into realization slowly when she saw Vaggie's small smile and even a blush. "Oh?-" She tilted her head. The winged girl was quiet. Charlie slowly reached out to graze her wings again when-
"Snrk!" A snicker. The princess knew what was up. Suddenly, the smile she wore grew mischievous. Charlie hugged Vaggie close to her chest, the smaller one emitting a squeak. "Hey! Ch-- Charlie, no." "What? You said I could help you!" The blonde buried her fingers into the wing pits of her girlfriend, wiggling her fingers. Vaggie yelped, her wings starting to flap from time to time as she squirmed about on the stool. "Bahabe- Chahaharlie! No, d- dohon't--!" "Vaggieee, stay still! You wanna get this done before midnight, don'tcha?" "I-! I dohoho, but if y-eeEHEE!" As the princess' fingers skittered across the middle of Vaggie's shoulder blades, her laughter rose an octave and her head was back onto Charlie's chest. "Tickle, tickle~!" She sang, cooing at her giggly partner. "Noho, no! Mierda! Mehehercy, mihi amohohor!" With that, she went from tickling to massaging Vaggie's shoulders.
"Alright, alright. Sorry, I couldn't help it! You're so cute when you laugh~" She crooned, placing her head atop Vaggie's own. The other sighed, her breath catching up to her. "If you insist, querida." Charlie chuckled and picked up a brush. Why Vaggie hadn't thought of it, she didn't know. Maybe it was the drowsiness. "Now, let's handle these beautiful and very ticklish wings."
"Pfft... I love you."
"I love you more."
Author's Note: Gosh, I'm so sorry for it being ridiculously short. It's been a while since I've written, and my first time writing for such a large audience, so I'm nervous and VERY rusty. Once I get more comfy writing fics and hcs, I think they'll get better in quality (and quantity!) in time. Thanks for reading!
I saw those tickle hcs for Alastor and…Could you do Lucifer ones too? I love how ler you make him in your works, he’s precioussssss
Luci is one of my absolute favorite lers for Alastor because he's one of the only people who can genuinely overpower that deer twink, so yes, I will do some headcanons for you <3
This man is an absolute MENACE to society as a ler
He's primarily ler, though he's not apposed to being gotten back - he just absolutely refuses to let someone get him back. They have to earn it (cough cough looking at you Alastor cough cough)
His teases are absolutely evil because his favorite way to tease is whatever method makes his victims blush and stutter the most
His favorite spot to tickle also just so happens to be whatever his victim's most sensitive spot is, because he's mean like that
His favorite targets are Charlie and Alastor - Charlie because he loves making her smile, and Alastor because he loves bringing him down a peg and making the big bad Radio Demon a flustered hysterical mess
Whoever his target is changes how evil he is. If he's tickling Charlie, he'll keep the teasing toned down to mildly embarrassing and avoid completely wrecking her because he doesn't want to be too mean. Alastor on the other hand....let's just say if he isn't crying with laughter and begging for mercy by the end of it, it probably wasn't Lucifer
He's also started to tickle Vaggie more, though he's still hesitant because he doesn't want to cross her boundaries
Wings wings wings
Angelic feathers tickle WAY MORE than regular feathers, and Lucifer has 3 pairs of wings to attack people with. He's left Alastor squealing on multiple occasions by just using his wings
He likes playing games with whoever he's tickling, and saying stupid little nursery rhymes (ex: 3 little piggies, anticipation games, etc.)
This man gives the absolute WORST raspberries. He had a lot of practice when Charlie was little (which was a lot longer than most humans are little for lol) and he made up all sorts of excuses about needing to practice to get his skills back once he got to the hotel. Necks, sides, bellies, and backs are all primary spots for raspberries
Likes to let his victims flail a bit - it makes it funnier for him when they try to escape despite knowing they won't be able to
Charlie inherited her violent escape attempts from him - they both buck and thrash like there's no tomorrow whenever they're tickled
That's another reason why Alastor is such a fascinating target for him. Alastor's instinct it to curl up and take it. He'll squirm, but he won't fight, and Lucifer thinks it's one of the cutest things ever. Also, he loves the way Alastor just kicks at the air - never actually aiming for anything, just trying to get his energy out
He's always been huge on giving people cheer-up tickles, and never really considered punishment tickles until Alastor started violently bratting in his general direction, which Lucifer of course took as a direct challenge