tw: swearing, tickling, sexual comments, restraint?? kind of??
note: I have never wrote angel before considering he’s one of my least favorite characters, this is a fic I came up with for @ticklishchar so don’t flame me for mischaracterization I DONT GAF (also sorry for any grammar mistakes I made this on like an hour of sleep bare with me)
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“the fuhuck?!-“
husk had been distracted with his own tasks, focused on getting the bar stocked back up after putting it off for a day or two which was— a terrible idea to say the least. considering how busy the hotel had gotten recently, it was the worst time to put things off. so, once things were calmer, husk pulled his shit together and began doing everything at once. stocking bottles, cleaning glasses, sorting shit, making sure the bar counter didn’t look like a total mess, etc etc the list goes on.
but— being so distracted he hadn’t noticed a certain (and very impatient) spider sitting down at the bar. angel had tried to get husk’s attention atleast a dozen times to no avail, almost like the damn cat had turned off his ears! so, when words and taps against the wood of the counter didn’t work.. angel reached over and prodded at husks back, specifically the spot between his wings. angel didn’t think it’d get anything but husks attention(finally), but it got MUCH more.
the second angel’s finger pressed into that spot, husk immediately jerked into a tense position with a strange mix of a giggle, snort and strangled gasp. husk turned sharply towards angel with tinged cheeks and a look as if angel had cursed his bloodline. “the hell is wrong with you??” husk hissed, more embarrassed than genuinely upset.
angel stared for a moment, taking in how husk looked. ears flat, pupils suspiciously wider, face flushed.. huh. “well ya wouldn’t turn around any other way! I had to get ya attention somehow..” angel shrugged, resting his head on his palms.
husk growled, pinching the bridge of his muzzle and taking a deep breath. more to compose himself than to seem irritated. “right. what’d you want?” husk crossed his arms over his chest.
“a harder daddy, pretty please~!” angel requested with a coy smile.
husk nodded and turned away to make the drink, leaving them both sitting in silence.. boring. angel glanced over husks torso before looking back up at him and speaking. “so.. you that ticklish everywhere orr-“
“I ain’t fuckin’ ticklish.” husk snapped half heartedly, just trying to save his image. which was— far gone by now in angels eyes. “oh don’t be like that, baby. we both know ya ticklish as hell.” angel chuckled teasingly.
husks ears flattened again. “if yknow what good for you, you’ll drop it.” husk warned, hardly. he didn’t mean that shit. but— with that mean ass look, it was hard to tell. husk slid angel his drink
as angel caught the glass, his look turned nervous. he didnt mean to go that far! was husk actually upset?? “y- yeah.. sorry.” angel took a sip of his drink and glanced away.
husk instantly felt guilty, did he really look that bitchy? it wasn’t SUPPOSED to be believable. it was too late to apologies now, his ego wouldn’t let him regardless. “mhm.” he turned back around to resume his stocking.
the room filled with an awkward silence, angel just quietly sipped on his drink as husk did his thing.
husk’s mind however wasn’t the most quiet at the moment, his thoughts lingering around the topic they were on. “are you that ticklish everywhere?” ?? who just ASKS THAT?! Well— it wasn’t that he.. wasn’t. not EVERYWHERE obviously, he wasn’t that ticklish.. hopefully. that’d be embarrassing. this entire thing was embarrassing! ESPECIALLY the fact that he didn’t hate it! why the fuck didn’t he absolutely despise this stupid, childish shit?? this wasn’t like him at ALL! it was ridiculous. the fact that he actually wouldn’t mind if it continued was stupid. now that he was thinking about it, he wanted it to happen again?? oh my fuck this hotel was making him go insane.
or— maybe tickling just wasn’t that bad? no, that can’t be it. he’d have to be batshit crazy to admit to wanting to me pinned down and tickled!.. teased, complimented, actually laugh genuinely for once in his life and oh my shit his face was on fire.
he suddenly felt incredibly hot, like he was overheating. he turned his head towards the front of the bar to notice angel had walked off. thank fucking god. he leaned on the counter and took a long swig out of his whiskey bottle, though— the second he raised his arm to put the bottle to his mouth, the underside of his arm felt tingly which make him clamp his arm back down. ..what the fuck was happening to him?!
moving to later that day, husk was laying on the hotel lobby’s sofa after his shift at the bar ended. those tingles and thoughts had gotten 10 times worse, but thankfully the lobby was empty so he didn’t need to-
“you okay, kitty?”
..shit.
husk tensed at the sound of that familiar nickname and tone. he turned to face the back of the couch so his face couldn’t be seen. “peachy.”
angel sat down beside the bartender, crossing his legs and leaning towards husk slightly. “ehh, ya look more tomato-y ta’ me, whiskers.”
husks wings wrapped around him like a cocoon. “shut the fuck up.” husk snapped.
“what’re you so red for anyway? you hot and bothered? I can help with that..~” angel offered seductively, but it just made husk even more embarrassed about what he was thinking.
“fuck off, angel.” husk grumbled, his ears pinned against his head.
angel went quiet for a moment. yeah.. not the time angel. he put his hand on husks leg/calve, speaking more normally now. “yknow you don’t gotta hide anythin’ from me, right?”
husk thought about it for a moment, his ears perking up slightly.. but he still wasn’t sure. “it’s embarrassin’, you’ll laugh.”
“husk. be real. you really think I have any room to judge? do you know me?” angel chortled with an understanding smile.
..yeah he had a point.
husk huffed and sat up slightly, resting on his elbows and uncovering himself. “fine, but you better not fuckin’ laugh or I swear to satan-“
“I promise, I ain’t gonna laugh.” angel squeezed husks leg reassuringly. “now quit stallin’, I’m nosy.”
husk fought back a smile at angel’s comment, clearing his throat and taking a deep breath. “..okay. yknow uhm- ..yknow the whole thing that you did earlier?”
angel cocked a brow. “what thing?”
“the uhm- the- motherfucker!” husk stammered, groaning and purring his face in his hands which made angel smile. “take ya’ time, sweetheart.” angel reassured.
husk huffed and squeezed his eyes shut. “the- theticklin’shit.” he spoke quickly. ohh, that’s where this was going. “yeah? what about it? ‘getcha excited~?” angel teased.
“what- NO! god- fuck no, I didn’t- it ain’t a sex thing for fucks sake!” husk stuttered once again. god read a room angel.
“sorry! sorry, just guessin’. go on, I’ll shut up.” angel gestured him to continue.
husk growled, glaring up at angel. “I just- ..it hasn’t left my mind- NOT IN A PERVERTED WAY.” husk corrected sternly to make it well known, earning an understanding nod from Angel before continuing. “and- and I keep gettin’ this.. weird, tingly feelin’ in the certain spot I’m thinkin’ about getting.. yknow. in. and it’s fuckin’ driving me batshit crazy, I don’t know what the hell’s wrong with-“
“it’s a lee mood.” angel spoke suddenly, get calmly.
husk gave a confused look. “a- ..a what?”
“a lee mood! it’s when someone’s in the mood ta’ be tickled. “lee” meanin’ the “ticklee”, aka a person being tickled.” angel explained
husk blinked, taking what angel said in before speaking again. “..and you’re sure that ain’t some sexual shit?”
“doesn’t have to be if you don’t think of it that way, no.” angel shrugged.
husk nodded. “..right.” husk laid back down on the couch, just looking at the ceiling now. nothing changed about the thought or tingles, but having a description and name for it was somewhat relieving I guess. still sucked he didn’t have anyone to-
“I can tickle ya’ if it’s that bad?” angel offered like it was nothing.
husks face immediately went bright red. that didn’t help for shit! “you- why would- I- w- shit-!” husk groaned and covered his face again, embarrassed as hell.
angel giggled, gaining a glare from husk who peeked at angel through the creases of his fingers.. but angel couldn’t help it! it was cute! “noho- I’m not laughin’ at you! I swear!”
“you promised!” husk whined like a child, but it was all still adorable. “I know! okay- okay. ehem.” angel took a quick breath. “anyway, I didn’t get a reply?”
husk went quiet for a moment, uncovering his face and looking up at angel. “you- ..you don’t gotta do that for me, I’ll live.”
“I ain’t doin’ it cause you’re practically dyin’ without it,” angel taunted sarcastically “I’m doin’ it because I know how it feels, and if I can help I will!”
“I mean—“ husk paused, his ears lowering slightly from being so flustered and red. “I.. guess if you’re offerin’.”
“also because I just want to! you’re pretty tickleable, it’ll be nice to see you all giggly.” angel smiled coyly once again.
husks eyes widened a little and he narrowed his eyebrows at angel. “..excuse me?”
“you heard me, kitty giggles.” ahh shit here we go. “you’ve got the cutest smile ever, and ya’ laugh is precious. don’t know why I didn’t think ta’ tickle you before.” angel spoke as he moved dangerously close.
husk’s stomach was doing summersaults, his tail lightly thumping against the side of the couch as his wings curled in on himself involuntarily.
angel glanced at husks tail, his smile forming to a smug grin. “aww, your tail wags~? wonder how fast it can go..”
nope. time to go.
husk managed to roll off of the couch and fall onto the floor with a thud, immediately scrambling to his feet and dashing out of the lobby and up the hotels stairs.
angel snickered and watched husk run off, getting up himself and cracking his knuckles as he walked to the steps.”ya’ tryin’ ta’ make this worse for yourself, ticklish? that’s fine, mama’s always up for a chase~!”
husk would make a comment about the horrid nickname angel gave himself, but he was too focused on the nickname angel gave him as he ran. “ticklish”?? BITCH??
husk dashed around every corner, angel barely able to keep up. “fuck-! yknow, for someone your age— you’re quick as hell!” angel panted, leaning against a corner of the walls to catch his breath before hearing a door slam and looking down the hall he hadn’t gone down yet. bingo.
husk had darted for his room, immediately scrambling for a hiding spot the second he ran in. angel strutted over to husks door and leaned up against it to listen to the cat pace. husk huffed and took the safest(most obvious) route and hid under the bed, covering his mouth and hoping for the best/worst
angel opened the door slowly and looked around the room. “d’aaw, what’re ya hidin’ for, babydoll? don’t you want me to tickle you?” angel shut the door behind himself, walking around the messy room. “sheesh, it’ll be a miracle if I can find you in this mess.” husk rolled his eyes, watching as angel paced around the room.
“hmm.. man, if only I knew where you were. it’d be nice for the both o’ us for me to finally get my hands on this ticklish lil kitty.” angel spoke as he searched. “yknow, when I finally get to tickle aaall over that tummy of yours..~”
husk let out an involuntary squeak, immediately holding his breath and squeezing his eyes shut.
angel turned his head towards the noise, smirking and walking over to the bed. “ohh, i wonder where husk could be.. this is sooo tricky!”
husk felt like a child being spoken to like this. he wasn’t 6 years old for crying out loud! yet for some reason, his tail began to sway back and forth which showed from under the bed.
angel glanced down and grinned, crouching down and gently stopping husks tail. holding it by the tip. “well, well, well. look what we have here..” angel traced his nails along the fur of the tip on husks tail, making the bartender bite his lip and hold back his giggles. “ya’ gonna come out? or am i gonna have to make ya?” angel got lower to look at husk’s face.
husk didn’t reply, his eyes still squeezed shut.
“okay! I gave you a chance!” angel shrugged, reaching under the bed and grabbing husks ankle to tug him out from under the bed.
husk yelped and grabbed onto the bed leg out of instinct, shaking his head. “seriously? YOU wanted this!” angel snickered, tugging again.
“noho-“ husk spoke with a breathless giggle, still shaking his head.
angel sighed dramatically. “alright, you give me no choice.” angel used his free upper hand and scritched at husks pawpad, making the grown man shriek like a little girl.
“nOHOHO-!” husk sounded absolutely horrified by the spiders decision, his grip slipping from the bed leg and he was tugged out and into angels lap. angel glared down at husk playfully. “you gotta make things ten times harder than they need to be, huh?”
husk smirked weakly. “it gets me placES-“ husk yelped as he was tossed onto the bed.
“yeheah, deeper shit.” angel hopped onto the bed and straddled husks waist. “alright! where to start first..” angel thought out loud, his eyes scanning over husks body as he pinned husks wrists to the sides of his head with his upper set of hands.
husk wriggled in his grip, grunting and making an “attempt” to escape(not really). “wahait- wait!-“ he let out a nervous giggle. angel looked down at husk with a smug look. “sheesh, I haven’t even done anything yet! why so giggly~?” angel leaned closer to husks face. “y- you- shut up!” husk turned his head away.
“yknow, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you stutter this much. if this is something I can get more often, I need to do this more.” angel nodded to himself. “you’re never gettin’ this outta me again.” husk’s voice wavered.
yeah, bullshit.
“bullshit, I 100% will! seein’ you all giggly and cute is somethin’ I don’t wanna miss out on!”
“shuhut uhup!” husk whined through embarrassed titters. angel smiled softly “aaw, gettin’ impatient?” angels fingers crawled up husks sides, making him jerk.
“hehey-! mhmhm-“ husk bit his lip and tilted his head back to try and ignore the feeling, but god damn was it difficult.
angel gently skittered his nails back down husks sides slow yet quick. “cmon, baby. yknow you wanna giggle.”
he did. he really did. but he wasn’t about to make this easy? no way! “f-fuhuck- fuckyou-“ husk spoke in a strained tone.
angel shook his head. “so stubborn. don’t worry, I ain’t the one to give up so easily.” angel moved his wriggling fingers to the cats ribs, earning an involuntary snort that husk couldn’t resist. “you fuckin’ snort?! thihis just gets better!” angel exclaimed, squeezing the poor man’s ribs.
“shIHihit-! shuhut the hell uhup!” husk giggled out, snorting again and attempting to pull his arms back down which he failed to do. “why would I do that? my teasin’ makes your smile wider, and that’s all I’m after.” angel purred, scribbling into husks ribs.
“AHAhahaha!- fuhuhucker-!” husk’s tail swatted at angel’s hands.
“that I am, pretty kitty~” angel winked, skittering his fingers down husks ribs and along his tummy.
husk squealed and kicked his feet out. “fUHUCK-! AHAH!- YOHOU BIHIHITCH!!-“ husk swatted angel in the face with his tail.
angel gasped dramatically. “excuse me?? BITCH?? I’m helpin’ you! yknow what.” angel moved his hands to husks hips and leaned down, blowing a raspberry onto the smaller one’s belly.
husk shrieked “AHAHAHANGEHEHEHEL-!!” husk threw his head back with cackles.
“yyyes?” angel feigned innocence as he lifted his head, letting husk breathe a moment.
husk gasped, panting as he caught his breath. “yohou- ..I fuhuckin’ hate yohOHOOHONOHOHO!!” husk cackled once again as angel blew another raspberry onto his tummy. angel nuzzled his face into husk’s belly, digging into his hips aswell while making husk absolutely shriek with laughter
“yohoHOU’RE SUHUuhuhuch an ahahahasshohohole!!” husk chortled, turning his head away with a squeak.
“oh, you poor baby~!” angel teased when he lifted his head, moving his hands to husks wings. “AAAH! NAHAHAHAOHO-!” husk screamed, kicking his legs out and wriggling in angels grip. “YOHOU SUHUHUHAHAHAHACK!”
angel grinned. “damn right I do, handsome.” he scribbled lightly along the others wings, making sure not to go too rough but enough to get the reaction he wanted.
“ohohokay!- OKAHAHAY! m-mohove-“ husk tried to speak through his laughter. “spots?” angels finished the sentence for the other, moving to husks neck with one hand and his side with the other.
husks laughter died down to pitchy giggles, his head tilting to the side where angels hand was. “yohou’re suhuhuch an ahahass.”
“d’aw, is someone pissy they can’t handle being tickle-tickle-tickled~?” angel cooed mockingly, moving the hand at husks side to one of his ears and gently skittering his nails behind it.
husk snrked and tried to move his head away, his face turning a faint pink as his smiled turned to a bashful grin. “shuhut the hehell uhup!”
“what? can’t handle a little teasing? sheesh, who knew you’d be this easy to fluster.” angel taunted. “I’m nohohot!” husk argued, shaking his head.
angel smirked and cupped husks cheeks, leaning down right next to his ear and whispering at a quick pace “tiiiickle-tickle-tickle-tickle-tickle~!”, which made husk’s ears lower and his shoulders attempt to scrunch up weakly. “stOHohohop!” husk whined, tucking his head with a giggle fit.
angels fingers skittered along husks neck as he continued to whisper. “awh, does that tickle too~? you’re just the most ticklish kitty ever, aren’t you? such a giggly boy!”
husk tossed his head back as he giggled his ass off. “yohou’re soho fuhuckin’ stuhuhupid-“
angel gasped dramatically, moving his head back to look at husk. “stupid?! I’ll show you stupid!” angel stuffed his face into husks neck, taking a deep breath.
“wh- noNONONO WAITWAIT ANGEHEHEHEHEHEL!!-“ husk squealed as angel blew the most ridiculously loud raspberry into his neck.
angel nuzzled his face into husks neck, his lower set of hands scribbling all over husks tummy as his upper set continued to pin husks wrists by his head.
husk shrieked and squealed like a little girl, his face red as hell as he cackled and wheezed. “PLEHEHEHEASE!!- I CAHAHANT- IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES SOHOHO BAHAHAD!!!”
“you can hang on a little longer, kitty giggles. just squeal your grumpy heart out in the mean time, no judgement here!” angel spoke against husks neck, making the poor thing hiccup and snort.
this lasted for atleast a few more minutes before angel finally stopped, leaving husk a gigglly, breathless mess. “fuhuck- hoholy shihit..” husk wheezed out, his wings folding in on himself as angel sat up on his waist. “you okay? I didn’t go to far, right?” angel asked softly, letting go of husks wrists.
“ihim.. I’m fine, you didn’t go too far that was- ..it- itwasprettyniceactually.” husk muttered.
“what was that?” angel cocked a brow.
“I said— it.. was pretty nice.” husk averted his eyes from angels face, feeling foolish admitting it.
“yeah? my pretty kitty enjoys his tickles, huh?” angel smiled coyly. husk growled light heartedly, rolling his eyes. “you just love to run your mouth, huh?” husk mocked angels tone.
angel frowned playfully. “you just wanna be wrecked ta’ shit, don’tcha?
“I- wh- wahait- WAHAHAIT-!” husk squealed when he felt angels fingers dig into the backs of his knees.
“that’s okay, I’ve got all night ta’ watch my giggly kitty wriggle ‘n squirm.” angel cooed.
Summary: during a passionate night husk and angel both discover something about each other and they completely derail the night
Word count: 1020
Author's note: this was inspired by @/anxious-lee's huskerdust headcanon about how they discovered each other's ticklishness
The sound of Husk and Angel passionately kissing completely filled the room. Angel's hands were fiddling with husk's bowtie while husk's were wrenching Angel's crop top off.
They stumbled drunkenly into Angel's room and they both fell on his bed, husk on top of angel. Husk gave Angel a peck on his jaw while trailing his hand down and squeezing Angel's waist though he was a tad shocked by the reaction.
“You're ticklish?” Husk asked, quietly stifling a chuckle. Angel looked away with a slight blush.
“A little” Angel mumbled, hugging himself slightly. “Total mood killer, I know.”
“Nah, s’ cute” Husk smiled, beginning to poke around Angel's abdomen and Angel started giggling hysterically along with his body making rubber duck squeaks. “So your whole body makes that squeaking sound, good to know.”
“Dohoho yohohou hahave to pohoint thahat out?” Angel whined, covering his blushing face and trying to muffle his laugh.
“Course I do!” Husk laughed, now starting to gently scribble at Angel's sides and Angel started to actually laugh.
Then Angel's bottom two hands latched onto husk's side and squeezed causing the cat to snort.
“Whahat the- hehehey-!” Husk in response moved to Angel's ribs, prodding in-between the divots. Angel squealed and doubled over laughing.
“Yohohoure an ahahahasshole!” Angel cackled, shaking his head as his upper arms grabbed Husk's hands and tugged in a not so desperate attempt to stop him.
“Sohoho ahahare you!” Husk wheezed, digging his thumbs riiiiight into Angel's ribs causing the spider to toss his head back in laughter.
“Yohohohhou stahaharated tHIHIHIS-!” Angel squealed when husk moved one of his tickling hands to Angel's armpit. All of Angel's arms snapped to his sides and he cackled as mirthful tears pricked his eyes.
“It's not my fault your laugh is adorable.” Husk teased after catching his breath. Angel's legs kicked underneath husk and accidentally kicked him.
“OW- FUCK!” Husk yelled, momentarily stopping the tickling and Angel took advantage of this and managed to flip the both over. Immediately Angel pinned husk’s hands above his head with his upper arms and began spidering on his tummy with his bottom set.
“WAIT-, WAHAHAIT!” Husk cackled, tugging at his hands while his wings rapidly flapped against the bed.
“Yeah, how's it feel kitty~?” Angel cooed, clearly enjoying this reversal of roles. “Not so fun when it's you isn't it~?”
“OH PLEHEHEASE, YOHOHOU LOHOHOVED IT!” Husk wheezed, his back arching.
“Maybe I did, maybe I didn't~” Angel replied, continuing to furiously scribble at husk belly. “All I know is that revenge is being served~.”
“YOHOHOU AHAHARE BEHEHEING SO DRAMAHAHATIC!” husk practically screamed, his tail starting to wag, making a gentle thump on the mattress. Though luckily I didn't seem like Angel had noticed yet.
“Aw~ look at your tail, so cute when it's wagging~” Nevermind. Husk began blushing crimson red and it's almost as if his tail began wagging even more. Then husk's tail wrapped around Angel's ankle and yanked him down.
“AH-” Angel yelped, falling on top of husk and letting go of the cat's hands. Immediately after his hands were free, husk wrapped his arms around Angel and turned them both to the side. Then he dug his hands into Angel's sides mercilessly.
“WAHAHAIT-! THAHAT’S NOT FAHAHAIR!” angel squealed, arching his back and squirming in Husk's hold.
“It takes one to know one.” husk chuckled, continuing to claw at Angel's sides and nuzzling into his neck and blowing a few raspberries causing angel to scream with laughter.
“AHAHAHA- NOHOHOT THEHEHERE, NOT THERE-!” Angel shook his head desperately trying to escape husk's grasp.
“tickle, tickle, tickle~” Husk teased into Angel's neck, the vibration of his voice making it so much worse for the poor spider.
It was then when Angel's lower arms dug into Husk's wings, vibrating into the soft plumage. Husk shrieked in startlement, stopping the tickling but not letting go of Angel.
“SOHHON OF A BIHIHITCH!” Husk laughed loudly. All bets were off and he started scribbling at Angel's bottom armpits.
“AAAHAH HUSK- STOHOHOP IT!”
“YOHOHOU STOHOHOP IT!!” Husk said, continuing to scratch at Angel's pits.
They are both laughing hysterically. This was not what they expected their first time together would be like but neither of them were complaining. Despite how much they might've been protesting in the moment, they were both loving it. Whether it was pure silliness, or the competitiveness to win this tickle fight isn't important.
Then husk had an idea due to Angel tormenting his wings. He stopped tickling Angel and instead grabbed his upper arms and flipped them over, pinning his hands next to his head. Due to surprise Angel stopped tickling him and husk put his legs on top of his bottom hands. All of his hands were now pinned away from his body.
“Got you now, baby” husk said, catching his breath from the tickling.
“Aw, but it seems like you're out of hands, kitten~” Angel teased back, tugging at his hands for emphasis.
“Who said I needed hands?” Husk smirked before using his wings to brush around Angel's ribs. Angel gasped and began cackling loudly, his back arching as he tried and failed to get away from the light tickles
“FUHUHUHUCK, HUSK-! YOUR FEHEHEHEATHERS” Angel dust all but screamed, squeezing his eyes shut.
“What, do they tickle~? Oh I'm sure they dooo~!” Husk cooed uncharacteristically, moving to brush under Angel's arms and his laughter climbed in pitch.
“HUHUHUSK! I GIVE, I GIHIHIVE, MEHEHERCY!” Angel pleaded, a mirthful tears sliding down his face. Husk retracted his wings with a smirk and moved off of Angel's arms which immediately snapped to cover his armpits, still giggling quietly.
“Ya still alive there?” husk asked, rubbing Angel's stomach in an attempt to soothe the last bit of giggles spilling out of him.
“yeheheah. Jesus chihirst, fuckin’ hell!” Angel panted out, fixing his hair.
“Here, you wanna cuddle?” Husk asked, waiting for Angel to nod before wrapping his arms and wings around Angel.
The rest of the night was spent in each other's arms, and they wouldn't have it any other way.
Angel Dust had been watching Husk all evening with a knowing grin that never quite left his face.
Husk noticed. Of course he noticed.
“Quit starin’, Spider,” Husk muttered, flicking his tail irritably as he wiped down the bar. “You’re makin’ me nervous.”
Angel leaned against the counter, chin resting in his hand. “Nervous? You? Please. I’ve seen you stare down literal demons without blinkin’.”
“Yeah, well, you’re worse.”
“Aw, I’m flattered.”
Husk huffed, turning away—mistake number one.
Angel’s eyes flicked down, catching the slight twitch of Husk’s wings as they adjusted behind him.
And that’s when the idea hit.
“Ohhh,” Angel purred. “I just realized somethin’.”
Husk froze. “…Don’t.”
“I didn’t even say anything yet.”
“Don’t matter. I know that tone.”
Too late.
In one quick movement, Angel slipped behind the bar and grabbed Husk by the sides, fingers digging right into the sensitive base of his wings.
Husk yelped—an actual, undignified yelp—as his wings flared out instinctively.
“ANGEL—!”
“Oh my god, you’re sensitive here!” Angel laughed, wiggling his fingers against the wing joints.
“H-HEHEY—! C-CUHUHUT IT OUT—!” Husk’s voice broke into a sharp laugh he clearly hadn’t meant to let out. His knees buckled slightly as he tried to twist away.
Angel didn’t let him.
Instead, he switched tactics—one hand still teasing the wings while the other darted around to Husk’s stomach.
“Hm, let’s test this too…”
“Don’t you da—!” Husk’s protest dissolved instantly as Angel scribbled across his stomach.
“Oh this is gold,” Angel said, grinning wide. “You act all tough, but you’re this ticklish?”
“S-SHUHUHUHUHUT UP—!” Husk barked, though it came out between helpless laughter. His claws lightly pushed at Angel’s arms, but not nearly as forcefully as he probably could’ve.
Angel noticed that too.
“Aw, you’re barely even fightin’ back,” he teased. “C’mon, Husky, where’s that attitude?”
“I’M TRYIN’—!” Husk snapped, only to choke on another laugh when Angel suddenly moved upward.
“Let’s see… what about—here?”
His fingers slipped right into Husk’s armpits.
Husk lost it.
A loud, unrestrained cackle burst out of him as his wings jerked wildly. “NO—! NAHAHAT TH-THERE—!”
“Oh, this is the spot, huh?” Angel cooed, wiggling his fingers mercilessly. “Didn’t take much to break you.”
“Y-YOU’RE DEAD—!” Husk wheezed, trying to clamp his arms down but failing as Angel kept him pinned just enough.
Angel finally relented—briefly—only to grab Husk’s wrist and flip his paw upward.
“…And what about these?”
Husk’s eyes widened. “Angel. Don’t.”
Too late again.
Angel traced quick, light scratches across Husk’s paw pads.
Husk snorted—actually snorted—before bursting into another round of laughter, tail flicking wildly behind him. “OHOHO MY—! NAHAHA—!”
Angel doubled over laughing himself at that. “Did you just snort?! Oh, I’m never lettin’ you live that down.”
“SHUT—UP—!” Husk tried to yank his paw back, but his grip had gone weak from laughing.
After a few more seconds (that probably felt like forever to Husk), Angel finally stopped, letting him go.
Husk immediately leaned against the bar, breathing hard, wings twitching and face flushed with embarrassment.
Angel rested his chin in his hand again, smirking.
“…So,” he said casually, “we gonna talk about that, or—”
A bottle flew past his head, narrowly missing.
“Not a word,” Husk growled, though there was no real bite left in it.
Angel just grinned wider.
“Oh, we are definitely doin’ that again sometime.”
Omg I’m living for your fics x3 please keep them coming
I’d love to see what the gang has in store to get Alastor back!
goodness gravy me oh my- okay so i have been neglecting my inbox for quite some time and apparently- a lot of people have been eagerly awaiting my final fic in the Letting Off Steam series- IM SORRY ITS TAKEN SO LONG-first disclaimer!! this is for Hazbin Hotel, and since I wrote my first three parts of this series, a second season has come out. cwazy!! i havent seen it yet, so this was written without any of the knowledge from that season in mind. second disclaimer!! as mentioned, this is PART 4!
Click HERE for Part 1: Letting Off Steam
Click HERE for Part 2: A Rampage
Click HERE for Part 3: Last Man Standing
okay read all that- all caught up? good! here's the final part!!! enjoy!!
Revenge
Words: 2,179
Pairing: Lers!Lucifer, Charlie, Vaggie, Niffty, and Angel, Lee!Alastor
Warning: very hastily written lol sorry im getting over a flu
“We could get him now?” Angel suggested. He had all four hands on his hips and wore a cocky smirk as he looked down at the snoozing demon.
Everyone else was slouched around the lounge, rubbing sleep from their eyes... except for Alastor, who was still out cold. The whole crew looked like they were deep in thought, brows furrowed, each one trying to come up with a way to get back at the Radio Demon. So far, though, it was just a lot of silence and stumped faces.
Vaggie shook her head. “No, that wouldn’t work. He’d either fade into the shadows or wreck us all again. It’s something he’s shown to be capable of.” She shuddered and blushed at the thought of Alastor’s tickling capabilities.
“Then… what?” Angel raised an eyebrow. “We gotta get this asshole back somehow.”
“I got it!” Two voices at once: Lucifer, smiling brightly from the couch, and Charlie, who was pacing the room.
“Oh, uh, you first,” the princess said quickly.
Lucifer stammered, then said, “No, please, I insist, you first.”
“Okay!” Charlie clapped her hands excitedly, then cringed as she remembered that they were supposed to be quiet. With a quick look to make sure Alastor was still sleeping, she laid out her plan. “If brute force won’t work, we’ll have to be sneakier with our tactics.”
Husker chuckled and nudged Angel next to him. “Sun Tsu over here,” he whispered.
Charlie continued, “I propose that we wreck him individually, in ways that won’t raise suspicion. If we can tickle him when his guard’s down, and then act innocent when he asks, we can tickle him without needing to fear for ourselves.” She smiled and bowed, then gestured to her father to say his idea.
“Oh,” the king tugged at his collar. “M-my plan involved inordinate amounts of rubber ducks. Yeah, I like yours better.”
Vaggie got up from the couch and stood next to her girlfriend. “Then we are agreed. Troops, prepare for guerrilla combat.” The hotel residents put their heads together and formulated their daring plan. With a series of final determined nods, the huddle split and got to work around the hotel. They opted to bide their time for revenge until that afternoon, giving Alastor time to focus on other matters. All they had to do was wait.
-
Alastor’s eyes snapped open, sharp and alert. Old habits die hard... after everything he’d done, he never let himself sleep too deeply. He glanced at the grandfather clock and blinked. Three in the afternoon? That was a first. Muttering under his breath, he straightened his coat, smoothed his hair, and stretched, joints popping one after another. Sleeping in a chair was never a good idea. The hotel was too quiet. No Niffty clattering around, no Angel’s off-key singing, not even the static of a news broadcast. Just silence, thick and heavy. Alastor’s ears twitched. That was never a good sign.
"How peculiar..." he mused, stepping lightly toward the kitchen. If there was one thing Alastor knew, it was that this utter silence in the Hazbin Hotel was never, ever a good sign. Because it meant that the other residents were plotting.
And oh, how right he was.
-
Lucifer Morningstar, King of Hell, did not let go of a grudge... especially not after being left a giggling, writhing mess on the floor by Alastor. He’d spent the morning sulking in his penthouse, wings twitching every time he remembered those claws skittering over his ribs, his wing joints, his- nope! He shook his head hard, trying to banish the memory.
Now he was lurking outside Alastor’s radio station, eyes glinting with mischief. He had a plan, and he was sure it would work.
Alastor, ever the creature of habit, was inside, humming to himself as he adjusted the dials on his antique radio, letting the hip-swinging rhythms of Nat King Cole fill the room. The door was slightly ajar, and Lucifer could see the glow of the station's lights reflecting off the demon's polished shoes.
With a smirk, Lucifer reached out and plucked a single feather from his wing. He rolled it between his fingers, feeling the soft barbs. Then, with a flick of his wrist, he sent it floating into the room, riding a gentle breeze of his magic.
The feather drifted lazily, landing on Alastor's shoulder.
Alastor froze.
Lucifer held his breath, pressing himself against the wall. He could hear the Radio Demon's muscles tense, the sudden stillness in the air.
Then-
"GAH-!"
Alastor's cane slammed against the table as he spun around, swatting at his shoulder. His ears twitched, eyes wide. "What in the-?!"
Lucifer didn't wait. Seizing the brief moment of confusion, he lunged into the room, grabbing Alastor by the lapels and slamming him against the wall. Before the Radio Demon could react, Lucifer's wings flared, piercing Alastor's eyes with golden light. Then, Lucifer's fingers danced along the sensitive side of Alastor's torso.
Alastor's entire body jerked. "Y-youhu daHAare- ahhAHHA! yoUhU infHeheHernal-!!"
Lucifer grinned, wicked and triumphant. "Oh, I dare, busboy! How does it feel to take what you dish out?"
Lucifer only tickled harder, his other hand finding the spot where Alastor's ribs met his back. The Radio Demon shrieked like a witch and instantly melted into shadow, evading Lucifer's clutches.
"Coward! Get back here, you little-!" He growled, and turned to leave... but not before smirking and flapping his wings a whole bunch, depositing a metric butt-ton of silky-soft white feathers throughout Alastor's studio. "Catch you next time, bucko."
As he left, Alastor's hidden shadow-form glared daggers at the king, absolutely flabbergasted that someone would have the GALL to do what he just did. Well, at least that would be the end of it...
-
Charlie had spent the afternoon "cooking."
Or, at least, that's what she told Alastor when he had wandered into the kitchen, lured by the scent of something sweet and spicy. The Radio Demon leaned against his cane in the doorway, watching as Charlie stirred a pot on the stove.
"And just what are you making, Princess?" he asked, voice suave and smooth as syrup.
Charlie turned, beaming. "Gumbo! I found it in this old cookbook." She held up a book bound in crimson leather, with bright green runes covering it. It was obviously Alastor's cookbook, but if she knew that, she gave no sign of it. "I thought it'd be nice to give you a little taste of home, y'know?"
Alastor's eyes widened. "How... thoughtful of you." Smelling the air, he could detect at least three mistakes Charlie had made thus far in the recipe, but the mere thought made him overlook them for now.
Charlie giggled, continuing to stir the pot. "Why don't you taste it? See if it's ready?"
Alastor's suspicion flickered, but only for a moment. Charlie was absolutely terrible at hiding things. He stepped forward, rolling up his sleeves. "Well, don't mind if I do."
His clawed finger dipped into the sauce and then up to his mouth. "Hm... as I suspected, it could use a bit more cayENNE-" He cut himself off at the feeling of a very daring and insolent finger poking him in the ribs. He whipped around, glaring suspiciously at the princess.
"Sorry! Sorry, there was a, uh, fly on your shirt. I know how you are about cleanliness!" A very wobbly smile appeared on Charlie's lips as she shrugged nervously.
"Yes... Thank you." Alastor cocked an eyebrow but turned back to the dish. "As I was saying, it could use more cayenne... now where did I put that?" He scanned the countertop for the familiar and to him very often used bottle, but found it nowhere.
"Oh, I remember seeing it up there, in that top cabinet!" Charlie offered, pointing to the highest cabinet in the kitchen.
Thinking nothing of it, Alastor hummed in gratitude and reached way up high toward the cabinet, only to yelp indignantly at Charlie experimentally wiggling her fingers in his open underarms. Whipping around, he knocked Charlie back a few paces, his antlers growing in size ominously as he stepped toward her.
"Of all the impertinent, impudent, insolent, uncouth, and downright idiotic displays of misplaced confidence I have seen over my very long career, that one might just take the cake, my dear."
"It... was worth a shot-!" Charlie pressed into the wall, giggling in anticipation... before a whizzed past Alastor's body, pinning him to the wall by one of his suspenders.
"I- w-what just-?" He looked down at the spear in confusion before looking up to see Vaggie, gesturing frantically to Charlie to follow her. With one last cheeky squeeze to Alastor's hips, Charlie, giggling the whole time, ran down the hallway with her girlfriend to safety.
Alastor snapped the spear like a toothpick, seething... then smirked. With that, he turned to salvage the gumbo Charlie had been working on. He'd rather die than let a genuine attempt at Creole cuisine go to waste.
-
Niffty had spent the morning polishing just about every statue in Hazbin Hotel. Every cherub, gargoyle, and demonic bust, she made them shine. She hummed to herself as she worked, her feather duster swishing through the air with practiced precision.
Alastor, of course, had noticed.
He stood in the doorway, watching as Niffty climbed a particularly precarious ladder to reach a stubborn spot on a statue of a grinning imp. "Awfully thorough today, Niffty," he drawled.
Niffty didn't look down. "Cleanliness is next to godliness, Mr. Alastor!" she chirped, her voice sweet. "Wouldn't want any dust lingering where it doesn't belong!"
Alastor's eyes narrowed. "Of course not."
Niffty finished her polishing and hopped down from the ladder, turning to face him with a bright smile. "Say, Mr. Alastor, could you hold still for just a second? I think I missed a spot on your shoulder."
Alastor’s instincts screamed at him to run. But before he could move, Niffty’s feather duster flicked against his neck.
"Stand still!" she sang, her voice suddenly sharp.
Alastor’s entire body locked up.
Niffty’s eyes gleamed with manic glee as she attacked. The feather duster became a weapon of mass tickle destruction, swiping at his ribs, his antlers, the sensitive spots under his jaw. Alastor let out a sound that was half-shriek, half-laugh, stumbling backward as he tried to escape.
“YouhuhuuhU- yoUHUhUhu lihihIhittle menaaAhAHahce!” he gasped, his cane tapping against the floor.
Niffty only giggled, her movements a blur. “Tickle, tickle, little demon!” she taunted, her voice high and gleeful.
Niffty was everywhere, her duster a whirlwind of torment. He finally managed to grab her wrist, panting. “EnOuhUhuhugh!! EnoUhUhUGH!!”
Niffty grinned, breathless. “All done! You’re sparkling now, Mr. Alastor!”
Alastor glared, his chest heaving. “Oh, Niffty,” he said, his voice dangerously sweet, “I hope you've enjoyed that.”
Niffty only curtsied, skipping away. “Oh, I always enjoy cleaning up a mess!”
Alastor watched her go, his claws twitching.
-
Angel Dust leaned back on the sofa, arms folded. Husker sat beside him, his tail flicking nervously as he clutched a bowl of popcorn. The two of them were “watching a movie,” or at least, that’s what they’d told Alastor when he’d wandered into the lounge, lured by the promise of quiet and the scent of buttered popcorn.
Alastor had taken the bait.
He lounged in his favorite armchair, one leg crossed over the other, his cane resting against the armrest. His eyes were half-lidded, his expression relaxed as he watched the screen. “You know,” he mused, “I do appreciate a good film. Though I must say, your taste is… questionable, Angel.”
Angel smirked, popping a piece of popcorn into his mouth. “Aw, c’mon, Al. You love bad horror movies.”
Husker didn’t say anything. He just watched Alastor, his ears twitching.
Alastor sighed, sinking deeper into the chair. “I suppose even a demon of my refined tastes can indulge in occasional trash.”
Angel waited until Alastor’s guard was fully down.
Then he moved.
In one swift motion, Angel lunged from his seat, fingers wiggling as he drilled them into the demon's sides. The radio demon jolted, his entire body jolting as if shocked. He let out a strangled yelping noise.
"WhahahaAHahAH- BaahHAHASTHaHRD-!!” Alastor’s laughter was breathless, his body twitching as Angel held his 'drills' in place. After about half a minute, with a swat of his hand, dark tendrils yanked Angel backward, away from his target. Alastor slumped in the chair, his chest heaving, his antlers drooping.
Angel plopped back onto the couch, grabbing the popcorn bowl. “Now, Al, how ‘bout we actually watch this movie? No more interruptions.”
Alastor glared at them, but there was no real heat in it. He straightened his coat, his ears twitching. “You two,” he muttered, “are quite insufferable.”
Husker huffed. “Oh, I didn’t even do anything.”
“You certainly didn’t help!” Alastor sighed. He even, very reluctantly, leaned back in his chair and turned his attention to the screen.
Angel smirked, tossing a piece of popcorn into his mouth. "Revenge," he thought, "tastes pretty damn sweet."
