Fandom: Hazbin Hotel
Word Count: 568
Characters: lee!Alastor, ler!Charlie, ler!Nifty
Ships: Charlie x Alastor (not written with this ship in mind) or none
Warnings: Tickles, otherwise none. Tell me if I need to add something!
A/N: apology fic for not writing a lot lately. I'm very busy. Also yes, whole new fandom. Also, I am not a master of titles.
Sleeping At The Table
"What are you still doing up?" Nifty asks. Alastor's ears perked at the sound.
"Why, I may ask the same to you, my dear." Alastor responded.
"I wasn't sleepy. What about you?"
"I need to finish up here."
"And then you'll go to sleep?"
"Yes, Nifty."
Nifty went around the hotel, dusting everywhere she could, before noticing Alastor's head dropping at the table. She walked over to him, sure to remain quiet. She heard his quiet breathing, wondering if he was asleep.
"Are you asleep?"
"No... 'm just..." His pen dropped from his hand, so Nifty zipped away to get a blanket. She came back and draped the blanket over him, and then turned off the light.
In the morning, Charlie woke up first, and saw Alastor asleep at the table. After taking a quick picture, she shook his shoulder lightly.
"Al? How long have you been like this?"
"He slept there all night!" Nifty says helpfully, climbing up on the table. "He said he needed to finish something, and then he'd go to bed."
"Well, now he needs to wake up." Charlie shakes his shoulder again, still getting no reaction out of him.
"No, no. You're doing it all wrong! Not to be rude. You have to wake him up like this!" Nifty scratches behind his ears, causing a startled yelp, and he shot up, giggling.
After rubbing his eyes, and taking a few moments to register his surroundings, he took a breath, calming himself.
"What was that?" Charlie asked curiously. Alastor cleared his throat and grabbed the pen that fell out of his hand the night before.
"Don't worry yourself with it, my dear!"
"No, why'd you make that noise?" Alastor glared at Nifty, but she giggled. She saw the nervousness behind his eyes.
"What noise, my dear?"
"You laughed."
"Hm... no, no I don't think I di-ID!" He jumps at a poke to his side, courtesy of a smiling Charlie.
"Oh my gosh."
"Charlie, my dear, you know, this is not necessary."
"Alastor, you're ticklish?" She asks in awe. A nervous chuckle slips out of Alastor.
"Charlie-" He was cut off by fingers on his ribs, tickling him. His smile went wobbly, and a laugh came out of him. A nice laugh. It sounded genuine, like a child's almost. As the tickling continued, Charlie noticed that the microphone quality was getting worse and worse.
"Awe! This is so adorable! I didn't know you were ticklish!"
"Ihihi'm nohohot!"
"Al." Charlie giggled, watching as he tried to move her hands away from him. He turned towards her, which he obviously didn't realize made it much easier to tickle him.
"Stohohop!" Alastor demanded, though his tone was diminished with his laughter.
"It's just a few tickles! Can the big and powerful Radio Demon not handle it?"
Radio static.
Alastor laughed so hard that he went static. Charlie stopped, taking her hands away.
"Is that what happens when you laugh too hard? Like, with your real laugh?"
"Stop."
Okay, there was no way that Alastor was blushing right now. Charlie had to be imagining that.
"Stop looking at me like that."
"Like what?"
"Like that." Charlie giggled and ruffled his hair, making his ears flick, and Alastor to make a strange squeaking sound. "Don't touch me."
"I hope you know that no demon that is ticklish can be an evil, bad guy overlord in my book."
"Oh, shut up."