#lee!vessel

[maddz420]

The Cure For Bad Dreams

(Haunted Hotel Tickle Fic)

(For 🎐)

It was a lovely day in the village

The cold of winter had melted away and the spring days were getting warmer as summer came closer

As Isaiah jumped rope in the garden, he felt the sun on his face

How long had he been jumping for again?

The boy stopped as he realized that he couldn't quite remember

Oh, well. He'd just have to start counting again

As Isaiah was about to start up again-

A hand grabbed his wrist!

As he turned to look at who grabbed him, he was met with the sight of a campfire, a meddle brand laying on the ground and-

Papa

The boy wanted to reach out to him but his arms were tied (when had that happened?)

"Thou shalt pay for thy transgressions, demon!" His father spat, picking up the red, hot brand

Isaiah tried to say something, beg him to stop, to not hurt him! But his voice refused to work

The light from the moon (when had it turned night again?) And the firelight had casted a shadow over his father's face, shrouding the man that had comforted him when he cried many a time, in darkness

Just as he raised the cross shaped brand above his head-

Isaiah's eyes snapped open

As he sat up in a panic, breathing heavily, he looked around frantically

He was met with the sight of a dark room, only illuminated by the faint light of the glowy stars on the ceiling

"Isaiah?"

He turned towards the voice of his eternal companion, abby, who seemed to be woken up by his sudden movement

The demon wanted to ask what happened but didn't have a chance to, as Isaiah wrapped his arms around him and started weeping

As the boy sobbed into his shoulder, the demon started to slowly rub his hand up and down his friends back

And, as he moved his hand just slightly, his claws accidentally started grazing against Isaiah's side

Tickling him!

Isaiah buried his face deeper into the demons shoulder, hoping he would mistake the muffled giggles for sobs

But of course, he didn't

"are you laughing?" Abaddon asked, puzzled at the sudden switch in behavior

Isaiah shook his head, refusing to look at the demon

Abaddon, confused, looked for the source of his companions sudden mirth. Until his eyes settled on his claws placed atop the boys side

Then an idea came to him

He softly scratched Isaiah's sides, the thin pajama shirt he wore doing nothing to protect him

The boy giggled some more and it was then that the demon knew what he had to do

"You have 5 seconds to cease this blubbering and feel better or I shall take matters into my own hands" abaddon warned, a mischievous look in his eyes as he placed his hands on Isaiah's sides, an unmoving threat of what was to come

"5"

"Abby" Isaiah said warningly (with a slightly flustered whine)

"4"

"Abby plehease" as a giddy nervousness overwhelmed him, he started to giggle!

"3"

"No! I fehel behetter, look!" He pointed at the wobbly grin that made it's way onto his face

"2"

"Abeheby! Stohop!"

"1"

"Prepare to feel the wraith of the high prince of the black realm!" And without another word, Abaddon started to skitter his fingers up and down the boys tummy

Isaiah squealed in delight as his giggles hightend, his squishy cheeks turning an adorable pink

As he giggled and squeaked, he tried to move away from the dancing fingers, squirming backwards.

Despite his efforts, the fingers just followed him until he was backed against the wall

"Your futile attempts at escape only fuel my determination!" The demon declared, acting as if he was besting a great foe instead of tickling his oldest friend into a blushy puddle

As a last ditch effort, Isaiah grabbed on to the demons wrists, trying desperately to get the hands away from his belly

At this, the demons expression darkened "and just what are you doing?" His voice was scarily calm. Stoic in a way that the boy under his hands recognized and the thought of what was to come filled Isaiah with both terror and excitement

But before he could get a word out, Abaddon hiked up his pajama shirt slightly and-

"Ah! Ahahaha!"

immediately started nibbling on his tummy!

While the demon would deny it to his last breath (which may never come but that's a question to be answered later) he was actually quite gentle, at least, with those he cared about (sometimes)

He grazed his fangs against the boys stomach, careful not to hurt him, gentle enough as to only tickle

But eventually, the nibbling stopped. And just as Isaiah thought it was over-

PPPLLLBBB!

Abaddon blew a raspberry on the boy's bellybutton!

He shrieked with laughter

"AAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHO!" the demon felt a warmth in his chest as the little one laughed himself silly, a different warmth then that of hell fire, or the vents, or the dryer, a kind of warmth reserved only for the freelings and Isaiah

Abaddon lifted his face off the boys stomach and felt proud staring at his hard work, a giggly, breathless Isaiah

"Are you done being sad?" The demon asked flatly, having not quite gotten the hang of comforting someone else yet but trying

The boy took a moment to answer, checking if he still felt good after the endorphins rush had died down, but ultimately nodded, all bad thoughts from earlier far from his mind

Isaiah, tired from the tickling, settled back down. Curling up against his other half like a kitten to it's mother

"I Thank thee, abby" the boy whispered as he shut his eyes

The demon did not say anything in response but shifted closer slightly

As Isaiah was being overcome by sleep, he felt a soft pressure against his forehead

Was it a kiss? Well, there's no way to prove that, now is there?

(THE END)

[maddz420]

A Boy And His Demon

(Warning: Tickle fic)

Ler!abaddon Lee!vessel

It was a slow day in the hotel, well, as slow as a hotel could get with ghosts, monsters, and a pool that occasionally filled with slime

And the resident demon, of course

Demons adore chaos, they feed on it, so when a slow day like today got the resident demon bored

He had to get creative to entertain himself

So Abaddon got an idea, an idea involving a jar of honey, a couple bones, and a few of Katherine's "beauty products"

Needless to say, it did not turn out right and had landed them here, sitting in a corner of the lounge, facing the wall, a circle of salt preventing them from leaving

With nothing to do in the physical world, the demon retreated to a space in his mind, a space he shared with Isaiah, the true owner of his vessel

Despite they're friendship starting off one-sided and Isaiah briefly refusing to speak to the demon after what he had done...

300 years is a LONG time to be stuck with another person, after a while they eventually started talking again

And that's what they were doing now, Abaddon was lamenting about his failed plan and the unjust punishment he was currently receiving

"Thy actions were quite foolish" the boy smiled mischievously. Getting on his eternal companion's nerves was one of his favorite pastimes (of the few he had that didn't require control of the body)

Abaddon's face flushed a little "oh be quiet!" He snapped, ever the prideful demon prince "it seemed a good idea at the time"

The young one giggled at the demons pink cheeks, happy as a bird "twas silly and thou knoweth it was!" He flipped and spun around in the space as he kept chuckling at his friends ridiculous behavior

The prince growled. Then suddenly stopped, a mischievous idea coming to mind "you enjoy laughing at me?"

A small, wicked grin appeared on his face as the boy giggled and nodded "well then, i shall give you something else to laugh about"

Isaiah finally looked at him, at the look in his eyes as he floated closer. And was struck with a giddy nervousness, his tummy filling with butterflies

"No. A-Abby, no wait i- nohoho!*Snort*"

The boy wiggled like mad as his ribs were scratched, abaddon had retracted his nails so they were blunt instead of sharp. Not wanting to hurt his little friend (even though he would never address the fact)

"Ahahaha! You're pathetic begging will be of no help to you, child!" The demon declared as he moved his torturous fingers to the little birds underarms

As the boy laughed away. Abaddon's mind started to wander

Demons are sharp, tough, and strong by nature, It was something that the prince was most proud of. But humans, oh humans were just about the exact opposite

Humans are soft, vulnerable, and squishy, it was something the demon resented for the 300 odd years he had been trapped in this body and he still did! But... less so

Even though abaddon would never admit it to anyone (most of the time not even himself) There were times where he had found enjoyment in human softness, the rare occasions he would sit in Nathan's lap when he was still living, when he and Esther would lay on her bed and she would unconsciously cuddle into his side as she read to him, and, of course, tickling

When abaddon had first been introduced to the concept by Nathan, he was baffled. But as it happened again and again, he had realized he was... a fan of it. When the man died, abaddon had to go without it for a YEAR

And, although he'd never admit to it, there were times throughout that year where he craved the playful affection

Thankfully one day Esther came to learn of his... sensitivity, poking him as a means to annoy him had lead to quite the eventful afternoon

When he sought his revenge the day after, he was met with the realization of how amazing it felt to have someone powerless under his fingers again. And it didn't even hurt them!

But the best part of it was when he learned he could use it against Isaiah when in headspace, being able to make the boy squirm and beg as he shrieked with laughter whenever he started to get on the demons nerves

Thankfully, them sharing a body meant he knew how every little spot reacted to certain sensations

he was brought out of his thoughts by Isaiah's desperate Babbling, he realized the little one might have been reaching his limit

"Do you promise to cease your endless mockery?" He wiggled a finger in Isaiah's navel, causing a loud squeal to erupt from the little birds mouth

"I prohohomihise! I promise, I promise, I promise!" The boy cried desperately as fingers dug into the sides of his stomach

"Hmm" the demon pretended to ponder, switching from digging to scribbling on the younger ones sides "very well" his fingers went still

The boy caught his breath (not NEEDING to breathe in headspace but making no effort to break the habit from when he was alive), hugging his middle, curled up in a little ball, waiting for the giggles to go away "thou art cruel, abby"

"Why thank you" the demon smiled, proud to be associated with the word

The boy rolled his eyes but floated closer, feeling touchy after the tickles

He hugged the demon prince's middle, cuddling into him

Abaddon didn't hug back but didn't push him away either, It was a rather pleasant feeling being hugged, even though he'd never admit to it

The comfortable silence stretched on

...

"Abby?"

The demon gave a hum to show he was listening

"I desire revenge"

Just as he said it, Isaiah's fingers wiggled into abaddon's sides, catching him off guard

"Ah! Hohohow dahahare yohohou!"

~★----♥︎----★~

The demon child's eyes snapped open as he felt someone shaking his shoulder

He looked up to see the witch of the hotel, Esther, his best friend

Hmph

Second best friend. calm yourself Isaiah

I hath said nothing

"I said your name twice, Abaddon. You didn't answer, your timeout is up"

He looked down and saw the salt circle was gone, allowing him to leave

"You were zoning out pretty hard, What were you thinking about?"

"Never mind that"

She snorted "Your blushing"

"Whats blushing?"

(THE END)

[maddz420]

True Torture

(Haunted Hotel Tickle Fic)

(For 🏮)

It had been about a month and a half since the boys' separation

A lot had happened in that time, Isaiah's father had managed to hobble his way to the hotel all the way from the cliff that they had fallen from so long ago, and found a ceremony (with much assistance from Esther) to split the boys in two (without either dieing)

It took everyone quite sometime to adjust (especially the boys in question) but as of right now, everything was normal (well... the Undervale's version of normal)

The boys were currently playing in they're shared room (Isaiah wasn't as keen to sleep in the vents or under the sink as abaddon was and the boys didn't like to be away from each other for long (Nathan referred to it as 'separation anxiety' whatever that meant)) already in they're pajamas, enjoying themselves before they had to go to bed (learning they're bodies now needed sleep to function was one of the downsides of the new situation)

Abaddon was laying on the carpeted floor, coloring a picture that depicted mothman's head on a spike and Isaiah, Isaiah was just sitting there watching him (despite regaining the ability to do things on his own, Isaiah often found himself just observing what whoever he was around (usually Abaddon) was doing)

But Apparently watching the demon draw wasn't entertaining enough as the boy quickly grew bored

So he decided to use a tried and true method to cure boredom that he'd been able to use even before the two were separated

annoying abaddon!

As the demon was finishing up the blood dripping out of mothman's head-

Poke!

He had been poked in the cheek!

He looked over and glared at the offending hand as Isaiah smiled in amusement

The demon glared for a second and turned back to the picture

Just as he went back to his drawing-

"Ah!"

His side had been poked!

Abaddon whipped his head around and scowled at Isaiah, who looked much too proud of himself

"Stop that!" The demon ordered "if you touch me one more time, I will make you regret it" he threatened (he would never actually hurt the boy (outside of play fighting) but no one needed to know that) "do you understand?"

The boy rolled his eyes but nodded

Abaddon was satisfied by this and went back to coloring-

Chk!

Aaaand was immediately met with the sound of someone clicking their tongue, whatever. He would just ignore it-

Chk!

The demon turned and glared at Isaiah "stop that! I do not wish to hear a peep out of you!"

The boy nodded seriously

Good, he turned towards the paper, now he could-

"Peep!"

If looks could kill, the glare abaddon gave him would have made the flesh peel off his bones

"Peep peep!" Isaiah giggled

Why was he doing this? The boy had his own body to do whatever he pleased with. If he was so bored why hadn't he just got up to do something else?

The demon would never understand why Isaiah thought aggravating him would ever end well for him (perhaps he just didn't think about the end results)

It usually resulted in either a verbal or physical fight, physical could mean the usual hitting and kicking

or it could mean taking advantage of a weakness the boys both shared

And with Katherine punishing them whenever they chose the first one, they typically went with the second (well, inside the hotel anyway)

And right now, It was as though Isaiah was goading abaddon into-

...

Ah, so that was the cause of this

Abaddon put down his crayon. Whirled around. And immediately tackled Isaiah to the floor

The boy let out a yelp as his back hit the wood, not out of pain but surprise, luckly being partially demon left him with a slight invulnerability

"Was all this really necessary? You could have simply asked me to tickle you"

This flustered the little one. He shook his head in denial but the flush of his cheeks and his inability to look abaddon in the eye gave him away "I wasn't- i mean, twas simply- um" his Babbling wasn't helping his case either

"You dare lie to abaddon? High prince of the black realm? You are only making it so the inevitable torture will be worse!"

Isaiah let out a flustered squeak as he raised his arms up to cover his face, exposing himself in the process, but technically he did not deny it

And, without another word, Abaddon started to Scribble his fingers on the boys sides

Isaiah burst into giggles! Wriggling in place as nails gently scraped across his skin (abaddon's nails were a bit more grown out then normal but Katherine hadn't deemed them long enough to go through the hassle of cutting yet, even so the demon knew to be careful as to not hurt his little friend (even if he'd never acknowledge it))

As the demon reveled in Isaiah's mirth, he moved his hands upwards to scratch at his underarms, to which the boys giggles got louder and more frantic

"Would you like to know something interesting, Isaiah?" The demon asked casually, acting as though the younger wasn't giggling his heart out underneath him "the human body has 24 ribs in total, 24! Sometimes, back in hell, i would count a sinner's ribs by ripping them out of they're body, one by one, and then shoving them back in when I was finished" he talked about it as calmly as someone would talk about the weather being nice

Isaiah was getting nervous as to where this was going, not because he thought the demon would hurt him. But because abaddon didn't typically start up conversations when tickling the boy to pieces

"Hmm" the demon pretended to ponder "then again, It has been quite some time since I've last counted someone's ribs, perhaps 24 isn't actually the right number" he looked down at Isaiah, a mischievous glint in his eyes "luckly, I have you here to help me recount. Sadly, since I promised Katherine I wouldn't get blood on anything in exchange for having pancakes tomorrow, I'll have to find another way to count yours" though he wouldn't admit it, he would never hurt Isaiah. He was just using his agreement with Katherine as an excuse

As the demon spoke, he placed his hands on top of his victim's ribcage, drinking in the nervous look in his eyes

And then came the counting

Oh, the dreaded counting

"1, 2, 3, 4-" as he counted he gave every one of Isaiah's ribs a little scratch as he went "5, 6, 7, 8, 9- Isaiah! Quiet down! Your making me lose count!" The demon scolded, as though it wasn't his fault for the noise his companion was making

The boy wanted to tell abaddon this but he was laughing too hard to do so

"Ahaha! SNRK! hahaha!" The laughter flowed from his mouth like a waterfall. It was so bright and happy, like if sunshine was a noise

When he had first possessed Isaiah, the boy never laughed, or smiled, or even felt happiness, really. There wasn't much he could feel happy about after that day...

But, as time went on, the boy and demon grew close (metaphorically (There was no way to get closer then sharing a body)) and Isaiah started to feel less miserable. He even started to laugh again!

At first, the sound annoyed the demon but he still tolerated it. He had to.

But eventually, he had started to... grow accustomed to it. Enjoy it (at least, a bit)

Abaddon was pulled from his thoughts by the sound of Isaiah gasping for air, he couldn't breathe

He moved from scratching the boys ribs to gently scribbling on his sides again, to give him a break but still keep him giggling

Once he caught his breath, the demon started slowly raking his nails up and down Isaiah's belly

The boy giggled and squirmed in place a little as his tummy was played with, he liked the soft tickles, they made him relax

But he couldn't resist messing with the demon a little

"Thihis is whahat thohou callehest tortuhure? Honehestly abby, I expehected muhuch wohorse frohom aha demohon prihince~"

...

At this, the fingers stopped moving. Abaddon's eyes locked with Isaiah's and he just stayed frozen there. Staring.

Then, without a word, he pulled up the boys pajama shirt and-

PPPLLLBBB!

Started blowing bubbles all over Isaiah's tummy!

He didn't miss a single spot. He blew them on the sides of his stomach, the underbelly, even on the button!

Isaiah's bellybutton was his worst spot, Abaddon knew that because (since they were exact physical copies of each other) they shared the same tickle spots

The boy did ask for torture after all

Isaiah SCREECHED with laughter! Trying desperately to curl up and push his attacker away. The ticklish Shockwaves cascading across his belly were driving him crazy!

It wasn't long before the little one relented

"ALARIHIHIHIGHT!" He cried "ALRIHIGHT! IHIHIHI'M SOHOHORY! JUHUHUST PLEHEHEHEASE STOHOHOP!"

Thankfully, Abaddon was somewhat merciful when it came to Isaiah (he did not have a 'soft spot'! don't be ridiculous!)

The torturer retreated and Isaiah went limp, loosely hugging his middle, panting for air

"I have defeated you!" The demon gloated, pointing at Isaiah's face for emphasis "you have experienced but a taste of the wrath of the cobra king!" He delighted watching the boys red face take on a sour expression as he furrowed his brow and jutted out his bottom lip slightly, clearly flustered and cranky that he had lost this little battle

It was actually quite cute

Endearing

Pleasant to look at

As abaddon mentally pushed that thought away with a 39 and 1/2 foot poll, Isaiah stood up, having finally caught his breathe "oh, cease this prideful display" he crossed his arms "twas not a fair fight! I shall repay thee eventually"

As the boy finished his little huff, the demon quirked his eyebrow at him, a mischievous look in his piercing ruby eyes, a silent threat of 'do you want me to do it again?'

At this, Isaiah stopped his mini tantrum and went quiet, wordlessly giving a little shake of his head, he was too tired for that right now

As his opponent backed down, Abaddon's mischievous gaze transformed into a smug look, he was much to proud of himself (but Isaiah didn't have the energy to knock him down a peg right now)

The boy crawled into bed, pulling the blanket over him, the tickle war had left him sleepy and, quite frankly, touchy. He made grabby hands at the other, a silent request for cuddles

The demon rolled his eyes but crawled in beside him, long used to acting as a stuffed animal for his other half (not that he'd ever admit to it)

The little one scootched closer, wrapping his arms around abaddon, nuzzling into his collarbone

...

"I quite enjoyed today, abby"

"I did as well"

"I'll enjoy getting you back tomorrow as well"

Abaddon blinked "...you still wish to do that?"

"Very much so"

"I will not go down without a fight!"

"I knoweth" the boy giggled mischievously "tis what shall make it even more fun when I get you~" he skittered his fingers on the back of the demons neck

Abaddon let out a small gasp as tingles went down his spine, making him scrunch up a little

Isaiah smiled, kissed his cheek and closed his eyes "goodnight, abby" he said softly

...

"Goodnight, Isaiah"

(THE END)

[maddz420]

Maybe just maybe a fic of haunted hotel?

Okay hmo

So Isaiah is being a little bitch and bothering Abaddon because hes bored... teasing him and just being a little menace

Abaddon gets annoyed and (playfully) tackles him down and says "You really want to get wrecked that badly?"

Isaiah gets nervous and tried to take back his words but all that leaves him is little cute mumbles and mutters

Cue Abaddon scribbling against his sides, scratching at his underarms, counting his ribs, and raking his nails slowly up and down Isaiah's belly :3

Out of nowhere, Isaiah decides to say "Is that all you got?"

Abaddon pauses and looks down at him.

Just staring..

Then he starts blowing raspberries on his stomach and even on his belly button!

The aftercare can be cuddles hugs whatever you want :3

- 🏮

currently working on it babes!

No clue when it's gonna be finished but I'll try to power through the laziness and writer's block🫡

(First time someone's asked me to write something for them. Hope I don't disappoint)

[maddz420]

Anyone else thinking about Nathan abaddon and Isaiah (the vessel) laying on a big bed while Nathan cuddles them and tickles them pink?

No? Just me?