#Lee!Alastor

[anon20348567]

Hi, I'm sorry for using the wrong tags but I really need your attention. This is for anyone who follows or supports @.hype-blue-fixation also known as sunnypup(discord) and even if you don't I still ask that you please read this. https://docs.google.com/document/d/1kzPW8J_ZgVOEJZPStnrraNWQ7ywKhp-9dBeO-SxbZR0/edit?usp=sharing

[vikeera]

OH MY GOODNESS, PICTURE ROSIE AND ALASTOR AT AN OVERLORD MEETING AND THEY'RE BOTH JUST HAVING EITHER A TICKLE FIGHT OR A FOOTSIE BATTLE ALL THROUGHOUT THE MEETING -

they got kicked out more than once

[hype-blue-fixation]

Ler Zestial and Lee Alastor sketches for your enjoyment. Yum :> Feel like Zestial would have web/spider powers and use soft methods of making the youngins behave

[fluffomatic]

Silly little Hazbin tickle dump!

(My art don’t repost but please reblog)

[mushyblushyredhead]

Ler Vox maybe? sorry if you're not taking asks, feel free to delete!

(Late) TickleTober 2024 🎃

♡ Aug’s TKTober2024

Day 22: Role Reversal

A/N: I know, I knowwwww I’m soooo late with these last two TKTober days, but I vowed I would get them done no matter what even if October is over! 🫡 (so pretend it’s still TKTober 😭)

On the other hand, oh how the turns have tabled >:3

[ghostlee]

Lee!alastor art?

I'm obsessed with him 😭

/NFFFF!!! and feel free to ignore ❤️

Kept ler angel but he found a new hazbin to attack heheh

Al definitely has little spots on his stomach that’s just like deer spots that Angel “mistakes them” for dirt and tries to dust him off.

How Angel managed to pin Al down to tickle him is beyond my planning process for art but just pretend he did.

Hope this catches you completely off guard when you aren’t expecting to see it and you get all flustered. 👹

[finnscozycove]

ITS HERE NY DARLINGS!!!

PLEASE READ BEFORE LISTENING!!!!

This audio is more like a mix of ASMR and a tickle audio. I’m very proud of it.

I could not add subtitles sadly since i do not have the time to do that.

TW

Suggestive themes? and Sounds that may bother people.

I REALLLLY HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYYYY!!!

[giggle-guru]

Swingin’ Giggles

Going to be so real - this has been my favourite thing to record and I’m so happy with how it turned out. I think I nailed Lucifer this time!! I’m so excited to present you all some ticklish Alastor! (BUT I FULLY MISPRONOUNCED A WORD and I didn’t fix it so let’s pretend I didn’t okay???)

Summary: Alastor, in preparation for Lucifer's return from a meeting with Heaven, decides to show his more romantic side and treat him to a dance to help him relax. Unfortunately, it leads to Alastor becoming a target for Lucifer’s pent-up energy.

Script is below the cut! It’s got some visual cues for you all too.

[Sound Effect: Door opening, light footsteps]

[Visual Note: Lucifer walks into Alastors room within the hotel, mumbling, as irritation continues to creep into him.]

Lucifer: [weary] Ugh, those angels. So annoying, ‘do better Lucifer’, ‘We want this’, ‘We want that’...all so stupid..self-righteous…

Alastor: [hum] Ah, my dear Lucifer, finally returned from your heavenly affairs, I see. How fares the great celestial bureaucracy?

Lucifer: [annoyed] About as thrilling as one might expect when conversing with self-righteous choirboys. Honestly, Al, it was exhausting to listen to them go on and on about the same old shit, and don’t even get me started on Micheal. That guy has the worst stick up his ass-

Alastor: [grin] Say no more. I can practically see the tension etched into your divine countenance. Allow me to remedy that.

Lucifer: [slightly amused] Oh? And how do you plan on ‘remedying’ my mood, Bambi?

Alastor: [chuckle] With a touch of sophistication, of course! Come now—a dance. Just you and me, no prying eyes, no judgmental halos. Let the music guide you.

[Sound Effect: Snap, radio static, jazz music]

[Visual Effect: Furniture is slightly rearranged to make an empty space near the center of the room. The lights dim slightly, blinds are closed, creating a cozy atmosphere. Lucifer crosses his arms and raises a brow]

Lucifer: [scoffs lightly] You’re serious? You want me to dance?

Alastor: [mock gasp] Lucifer, you wound me! I’m always serious… when it comes to you. Now, come here.

Lucifer: [chuckling despite himself] Very well, you persistent charmer. But don’t yell at me when I step on you, I haven’t danced in ages.

Alastor: [light laugh] Oh, I’m quite confident in my reflexes. Now, follow my lead.

Lucifer: [now giggling] Cocky as always, I see. Alright, I’m in your hands.

[Sound Effects: The sound of two sets of footsteps shifting on the floor, music in the background for a few moments]

[Visual Effect: Alastor takes the lead, beginning to softly move back and forth as he gently presses Lucifer to his chest, who hums slightly as a soft smile creeps its way onto his face.]

Alastor: You see? Isn’t this divine? Spending some precious time with your beloved, dancing your stress away?

Lucifer: [smiling] It is. You’re relentless, but I guess that’s one of your charms.

Alastor: Relentless, charming, devilishly handsome… Oh, do go on, darling. I could listen to you praise me for hours.

Lucifer: [with a hint of sarcasm] Oh, I’m sure you could, you arrogant jackass, but don’t think I’m boosting your ego anymore. It’s big enough as it is.

[Visual Note: Alastor chuckles, his tone playful as he guides Lucifer through a gentle spin]

Alastor: (teasing) Careful, Lucifer. Dancing with me is a privilege few have had the honour of experiencing, I’d watch your tone.

[Visual Note: As Lucifer spins, his foot slips slightly on the polished floor. Instinctively, he reaches out to steady himself, his hand landing firmly on Alastor’s side and he squeezes it. There’s a sudden pause as Alastor’s composed demeanor falters and a strangled noise escapes his lips before he continues dancing as Alastor attempts to play it off and ]

[Sound Effects: Stumbled footing, the radio glitching slightly]

Lucifer: [eyes lighting up, mischievously] Oh? Was that…was that a squeak? Don’t tell me the great and mighty Radio Demon is sensitive to the touch?

Alastor: [flustered, attempting to recover] Ha! Don’t be absurd. I was merely… surprised. That’s all.

Lucifer: [grinning] Mmm. Surprised. Or did I find a sensitive spot by accident?

[Visual note: Before Alastor can protest, Lucifer’s fingers dart to his sides and begin to squeeze up and down gently, and a squeak is forced from his lips again]

[Sound Effects: The radio glitches and shuts off.]

Alastor: [struggling] Alright, that’s quite enough. You’ve made your point, now stop squeezing me.

Lucifer: [grin] But look how riled up I’ve got you just from little ol’ me simply squeezing your sides! You don’t mean to tell me you’re-

Alastor: [snap] Lucifer, don’t.

Lucifer: [teasingly] Don’t what? Don’t say that you're…oh, I don’t know…ticklish?

Alastor: [scoff] Absolutely not! The very idea is…preposterous. Utterly ridiculous.

Lucifer: [teasingly] Is it? So if I, for example, just gently traced my fingers over your sides you wouldn’t have a single reaction? No giggling? No squirming? No flinching? [he now begins to gently trace his fingers up and down his sides, occasionally brushing his stomach]

Alastor: [small giggles escaping] Stop that! I…I’m serious, you…irritating little-!

Lucifer: Aww! I knew it! I knew you were ticklish! [he scribbles his fingers into his sides with no mercy now]

Alastor: [small giggles escaping] Lucifer! This was not what I had in mind when I suggested we dance!

[Visual Note: Alastor attempts to escape Lucifer by taking a few steps back, falling back onto the bed]

[Sound Effect: Footsteps, bed squeaking]

Lucifer: What? Can’t take a little teasing? How ironic, the most dangerous Overlord in Hell, reduced to an adorable giggling mess just by some tickles!

Alastor: Lucifer, I swear I will-!

[Sound Effect: Bed rustling]

[Visual Note: Lucifer pounces, wrestling Alastor before pinning him successfully to the bed]

Lucifer: You’ll what? Wait, let me guess. [he begins tickling his sides ruthlessly causing Alastor to burst into unruly giggling] You’ll stab me? Rip me to shreds? Flay the skin from my bones? We both know you won’t do any of it.

Alastor: [giggling] Shut up, you infernal pest!

Lucifer: [grinning] Oh, but I’m your infernal pest, sweetheart. And holy shit, you are absurdly ticklish. How did I not know this sooner?

Alastor: [giggling] Cease this! I-I demand it!

Lucifer: [chuckling] Demand? I don’t take orders from you love. Now then, where else are you ticklish, Bambi? Let’s try your hips…

Alastor: [giggling more] Don’t!

Lucifer: [teasing, moving to squeeze his hips] Oh my…are we sensitive here too? How adorable…

Alastor: [giggling] Fuck you! Get off!

Lucifer: [giggling with him] Language. And you know I won’t do that until I’ve had my fill. Now quit squirming so much and tell me where you’re most ticklish.

Alastor: [continues giggles] Y-you insufferable tease! I-I’m not telling you anything! You’ll just exploit it even more!

Lucifer: [eye roll, though playful] Oh please. I’m already exploiting all of these cute little ticklish spots on you. Tell me where it is, Bambi… [he digs into his underarms] tell me, tell me, tell me!

Alastor: [squeal] Ah! Lucifer! You already have too much leverage over me, you bastard. I’m not handing you more opportunities on a silver platter!

Lucifer: Awe, don’t be such a spoilsport! If you don’t tell me I’m just going to tickle you everywhere until I find it! [moves to his stomach]

Alastor: [throws his head back, desperately trying to rein in his composure] You absolute cretin-! You absolute nuisence-!

Lucifer: Please keep trying to insult me, I’ll just make it worse. Since you are so stubborn, I’ll just have to do the work myself. [moves to his neck] So how’s your neck? Mmmhmm, I see…we’ve already tried your underarms…ribs…sides…stomach…

Alastor: Stop talking! Stop teasing! I-I can’t! I hate you, you bloody-!

Lucifer: You really should quit with the insults, you should know by now I had years of experience tickling Charlie. But I’ll give you a second to catch you breath and really think about your next answer. [pauses momentarily, scanning his upper body, analyzing him, noticing his twitching ears]

Alastor: N-Never darling. I’ll insult you as much as I-

Lucifer: [eyes lighting up] Here?

[Visual Note: Lucifer begins scratching gently but agonizingly along Alastors ears]

[Sound effect: Squeal and frantic bed movements]

Lucifer: [continuing, gushing] Did you just squeal? All I did was spider your ears! This is too good! You are the cutest little thing, I could do this forever…

Alastor: [composure forgotten] Okay! Okay, Luci, please!

Lucifer: [cooing] Aww, are you begging Al? I got the Radio Demon to beg? I love you so much.

Alastor: [scrambling] Luci! Mon amour, stopstopstop!

Lucifer: Oh my, you can’t even speak! Come here, my cute little thing- [peppers Alastors face with light kisses as he continues playing with his ears]

Alastor: [flushing now, face twitching as giggles pour out from his lips] Lucifer! Stop marking me like some over-affecitonate dog!

Lucifer: [continued cooing] But I just want to show you how much I love you! [continues his kissing]

Alastor: [face beet red, giggling] By attempting to commit manslaughter?

Lucifer: [teasing, continued kisses] Oh please, you love it. And you’re not dying.

Alastor: [dramatic flair with a hint of desperation] Yes I am! I’m going to perish if you keep this up!

Lucifer: [dramatic sigh] Fine, fine. But only because I wanna look at your cute little flustered face! I don’t think I’ve ever seen it go so red before.

[Visual Note: Lucifer rolls himselff of of Alastor, grinning like a madman as he lays on his side and rests his head in his hand.]

Alastor: [panting] Count your days.

Lucifer: [giggling] Yeah, yeah. Bold of you to threaten the King of Hell when I just reduced you to a giggling mess with some tickles and kisses.

Alastor: [rebuilding composure] I may have been slightly vulnerable in the moment, but don’t mistake that for weakness. I have an image to maintain, even in front of you darling.

Lucifer: [eye roll] Of course you do, love. Can’t have the fearsome cannabilistic little deer seen as the easily flustered and adorable mess that he is.

Alastor: Watch yourself, Luci. [grumbling] You are insufferably aggravating at times, you know that don’t you?

Lucifer: [teasing] Oh, come on. You love my teasing. And those cute little ears of yours sure have a love hate relationship with my touch. Look at them twitching and fluttering like they’re begging for some more attention.

Alastor: [warning] Lucifer…

Lucifer: [giggle] Relax, Bambi. I’m done. No more tickling for now.

Alastor: [scoff] I cannot believe you. I spend all this time slaving away to set up the utmost romantic evening for you to help you relieve your stress, and rather then indulge you attack me with your fingers.

Lucifer: [smiling] Well, personally I think the combination of getting to dance with you and see you giggle your heart out made for a fantastic pick me up.

Alastor: [huff] As much as I despise being bested, seeing you enjoy yourself so immensely may have been worth the indignity.

Lucifer: [softened tone] It was really nice seeing you let go, it’s a rare treat.

Alastor: [hum] Next time, I’ll be the one with the upper hand, and I will strike when you least expect it.

Lucifer: [grinning] Won’t work if I watch you like a hawk, Al.

Alastor: [chuckle] I’m afraid you are far too confident, my king. I’m a master of the shadows.

Lucifer: [giggling] Then I guess I should distract you ASAP. Mind if we dance again?

Alastor: [sitting up] Oh, I’ll dance…but you’d best watch your hands, darling.

Lucifer: [amused] No promises.

[Sound effect: radio playing jazz once more]

[spaceluvrrr]

bursts into your inbox

haii !! May I humbly request a lee alastor + ler Lucifer drawing,,,,,, /nf

I think your art is rlly cute MDJFJGMGKA

hiiiiii i hope u like it!! this isnt really my main style i just tried smth new, but i hope you like it teehee :33 (i drew luci like really horribly here bc i didnt know how to draw him well when i drew this sighh)

*runs away*

[infrequent-creator]

Careful Vox, Alastor is very ticklish & he bite

(Link to artist! ~ https://x.com/harigom_hr/status/1844692177890464241?s=46&t=I2-voAObF9Heh27qbMVoSg )

[vikeera]

Alastor being a giggly mess and Angel digging his own grave

[hype-blue-fixation]

So a little birdy showed me this scene from the QA and I decided to finally made my first official animation wooooo

I'm not good at it but enjoy

[starlightrosa]

Battleships

Summary: Charlie and Angel are playing a game of Battleships. But not with pen and paper. More like marker pens, and ticklish backs as their papers. Just so happens that these ticklish backs are property of Lucifer and Alastor.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Tickling, swearing, Angel Dust's unique humour, a bit of depressing talk concerning Alastor's mum (Alastor do be a mama's boy and he big sad) but mostly fluff <3

Enjoy!

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Another day in the Hazbin Hotel, and there was a very obvious mood of mischief. Ticklish mischief, to put it much more obviously. There seemed to be tickle fights breaking out every hour between Charlie and Vaggie, Niffty was running round and tormenting whichever unlucky soul was within reach with her feather duster, and even Husk was sneaking in a few underarm tickles whenever Angel Dust was too close to the bar.

It was driving two certain people in the hotel up the wall, but for two very different reasons.

Lucifer was one of the affected. He had woken up craving to be held. Or cuddled. Or tickled. Hell, the king had no idea what he wanted relating to specifics. But damn it, if he didn’t get some form of human touch in the next three minutes, then the world was going to end.

Alastor was the second affected by the ticklish mischief ravaging the halls of this rinky-dink hotel. But Alastor thought this playtime was silly. It’s Hell, who spends their afterlife trying to tickle someone else, where every day was utter torment and suffering punctuated by the wails of the eternally damned and the screams of tortured souls? That was a background noise Alastor preferred, to see lost souls drown in an ocean of failure.

But the radio demon could not dwell on his preferences. He would be busy soon, for that charming Charlie had planned a little board game tournament of sorts in an effort to build trust among the hotel patrons. A silly idea, but Alastor didn’t think there was any benefit to crushing the princess’s feelings, so he kept schtum for now.

The crazy tickling vibes from earlier seemed to have petered out. Yet in the hotel’s lobby, Angel Dust and Charlie were locked in a fierce game of something Charlie called ‘Battleship’. Their hastily drawn paper grids and pencils lay in wait, the pencils pointed at each other like military-grade weapons.

“E6.” came Charlie’s voice. Angel laughed, picking up a blue marker and putting a big ‘X’ on that coordinate.

“Missed again, twinkletoes.” Angel crowed.

“Shit. Your go.” Charlie said, waiting for Angel’s guess. The alluring arachnid sinner thought for a bit, before making his guess.

“A4.” Angel guessed. And if the loud groan from Charlie hinted anything, seems Angel had scored a point, or did something right. Alastor wasn’t quite sure how this game worked.

“Ugh, fuck! Hit.” Charlie groaned, picking up a red marker and blotting it with a crimson ‘X’. Angel pumped one of his many fists in the air, no doubt in a victorious manner, or for a quick bragging right. One of the two.

“Hot damn. I am unbeatable at this game!” the spider crowed, looking much too pleased with himself. Alastor rather thought that this game, while simple, did indeed look a bit fun. Not as fun as actually destroying something, but… close enough. And it wasn’t just the radio demon who had heard this game. Lucifer knew what Battleship was. But he didn’t dare come down, for fear of making his obvious lee mood even more obvious, and the markers Charlie and Angel were both using was sure to drive Lucifer crazy with want.

But the princess and spider sinner had seen the way both had been acting. Lucifer’s shaky and nervous demeanour, compared with Alastor trying to be aloof and uncaring like always in an effort to mask his curiosity at the game they were playing was a rather funny thing to see indeed. And Charlie made this known to Angel, with both setting up for their next game, fresh sheets of paper and newly sharpened pencils at the ready for their grids.

“We should get my dad and Alastor in on this game, Angel. I think they’d enjoy it.” Charlie whispered quietly, the princess barely masking a smile of her own. She wasn’t stupid; she knew the tells of her father in a lee mood, namely because she did mostly the same thing when she was in one herself, from the nervous glances at wiggling hands to refusing to look at anything that could even be vaguely considered as a tickle tool.

“Oh yeah? Good idea, Princess. Your dad would go for it, but how the hell are we going to get Alastor in? Does he even know this game?” Angel asked.

“I think Vaggie and me having all those tickle fights has… kind of made my dad want something similar, if he hasn’t been wanting to be tickled since he woke up. Alastor is always smiling, but he needs a genuine smile. So here’s my plan…” the princess said, highlighting the fun parts, while Angel listened carefully.

“We’re gonna make them our game boards. You and me, Battleships. Red marks for hit, blue marks for miss. I know my dad has a ticklish back. I don’t know for Alastor. I know he’s ticklish, but he would never say where. So let’s have some fun with this.” Charlie giggled. Angel had a hint of mischief in his own mismatched eyes. This was going to be entertaining.

Late afternoon soon gave way to evening, and as the moon came up into the crimson sky of Pride, the pentagram sun descending down for another day’s end, Alastor and Lucifer finally came into the hotel’s game room, seeing paper and pens dotted about. Alastor sent a barely disguised joyful look at Lucifer’s muffled whine, seeing so many markers strewn over the room.

“Ah! There you guys are. We’re just about to get started. Me and Angel are gonna play Battleships.” Charlie explained, gesturing to them both to sit on the floor, which both men did happily. Lucifer watched Charlie draw her grid, while Alastor was on Team Angel, watching the spider scribble his own grid.

“Why do we need to be witnesses for this? This seems just like a two-player duel.” Alastor pointed out. His question did have merit, and Charlie barely concealed a laugh as she quickly screwed her paper up and tackled Lucifer to the floor. Before Alastor could even laugh at the daughter of the king taking down the monarch so fucking easily, a similar weight slammed into the radio demon’s own back. Alastor gasped and fell forward, twisting his head quickly to see what the fuck had happened, only to see Angel’s grinning face above him. Oh, those cheeky little shits.

“Angel, what is the meaning of this?!” Alastor demanded, doing his best to wriggle. But his demands were silenced, because with a brisk snap of Charlie’s slender fingers, golden rope twisted gently around Alastor and Lucifer’s wrists, tugging both pairs of hands up and out of the way.

“Sorry, Smiles. Me and Princess Charlie are gonna play our game of Battleship. You and FancyPants over there get to be our game boards, so yay for you guys~!” Angel explained, a wide smirk on the spider’s features as he took a seat on the back of Alastor’s thighs, Charlie doing the same with her father.

Both Charlie and Angel worked to quickly pull the jacket off each of them, and rolled their shirts up, exposing the skin underneath. Lucifer’s porcelain-white back awaited Charlie, the king already shivering with barely-repressed laughter, and Alastor’s scarred back was presented to Angel.

So many scars, hot damn. Angel traced a couple of the thicker ones absentmindedly, to a choked back snort from Alastor. Well, this was not how the Radio Demon expected the night to go. One could definitely confirm that this was NOT on the bingo card.

“Hah, ya sound like Fat Nuggets.” Angel teased, referencing his beloved pet pig, smirking down at Alastor.

“Oh shut up- Mmph!” Alastor began to demand, but he snapped his mouth shut as he felt the cold tip of a marker gently trace on his back. From what he could feel, Angel seemed to be drawing a grid of sorts. Charlie seemed to be doing the same, and judging from the noises opposite, Lucifer was already giggling and doing his best not to squirm.

“Oh, you got a ticklish back, do ya Smiley? Shit, how the hell are you gonna last this game?” Angel laughed.

“I ahaham gohoing to dehestroy yohohou ahand thehen-!” Alastor threatened, but his threat was cut off by a shrill squeal from Lucifer, and then rapid pounding as the king’s boots hit the floor rapidly, the king giggling freely. Alastor knew his back to be fairly ticklish, but by the sounds of it, Lucifer’s had to be far worse. The thought of that almost made him feel bad for the king. Almost.

Charlie and Angel rested their markers down on each side of their ‘game boards’. Red and blue, one on each side. Both Lucifer and Alastor’s backs were drawn on to mimic a Battleships grid, from letters A to J, and numbers 1 to 10.

“You’re goin’ down, princess.” Angel laughed. Charlie sent a mischief-laced smile back his way to the spider sinner.

“In your dreams, Dust.”

And with the fighting words out of the way, the game officially began. Charlie had the first call, at Angel’s insistence. Or as Angel put it, “Ladies first and all that shit.”

“C3.”

Angel located the spot – at the top left side of Alastor’s back. He poked softly, and pinched a few times. No reaction from the Radio Demon, not even a wobbling smirk. With a disappointed tut, he picked his blue marker and drew an ‘X’ into that spot on Alastor’s back.

“Miss. In return… F2.”

Charlie nodded, finding that spot – top middle of her father’s back, at the top of his spine. She pinched that spot and poked softly. Lucifer gasped and broke into squeaky giggles. Because his hands were tied up, as were Alastor’s, the king nor the radio demon could even dream of moving.

“Hit! Nice, Angel.” Charlie smiled, picking up her red marker and drawing a red ‘X’ into that spot. “My go. Umm… I’ll say H9.”

Angel nodded and looked down at Alastor, noticing the eternal smile now had some kind of nervous look to it. Angel pinched at the annotated spot on Alastor’s back, enjoying the radio demon struggle under the spider.

“Damn, nice shot Princess!” Angel laughed. “Looks like he’s ticklish as fuck here.”

“Angel, I’ll kihihill yohoHOU! Stohohohahap ihihit!” Alastor tittered, squirming side to side. Angel Dust couldn’t help but laugh, grabbing the scruff of Alastor’s collared shirt to avoid being tossed off.

“Jesus, it’s like I’m on one of those bucking bulls in the bars downtown.” Angel joked, steadying himself atop Alastor’s back with a few ruthless side squeezes before the demon could get a chance to throw him off.

“AH! Ahahangel, I’m gohohoing to rihihip yohohour tongue ohohout!”

“Stop laughing first, Smiles.” Angel shot back. “Oh wait. Ya can’t, cause you’re too ticklish~!”

“Alastor, you aren’t in a position to make threats anyway.” Charlie teased, as she awaited Angel’s next guess.

“Let’s go for D1.” the spider guessed. Charlie found the spot quite easily, anyway, unleashing another series of quick fire pokes. Sadly, nothing from Lucifer despite the huge lee mood that plagued the king.

“A-Ah… oh good, I’m okay.” Lucifer whispered, shoving down his smile.

“Missed, Angel.” Charlie said.

“Ah, fuck. Well, if I missed him, I gotta kiss him. Pucker up, Daddy Morningstar~” Angel joked, enjoying Alastor’s muffled snickering and Lucifer’s panicked babbling at that idea.

“I don’t think my mother would appreciate that, Angel.” Charlie laughed, the melody of laughter in the room bringing a huge smile to her face. It was nice to see everyone enjoy themselves. “My go. So let’s try one spot up. H8.”

“Real original.” Angel joked with a playful eye-roll, even as he moved one square up and pinched and poked that spot on Alastor’s back. Alastor couldn’t help it, and a deer’s squeaking noise left his mouth.

“Nice, Charlie. Hit!” Angel announced, drawing a red ‘X’ into that spot on Alastor’s back, which Alastor would argue tickled more than the actual poking bit itself. And the fact that Angel was very slow in drawing the crosses themselves just made everything that much more maddening.

Lucifer and Alastor would never admit it, but both men were actually having some semblance of fun. Lucifer was happy his daughter involved him in this game, even if it was at his expense.

Alastor did enjoy the fun and mischief this place offered. In a way, this was probably something his mother would have done, had they both been still alive. Alastor’s heart ached painfully at the thought she was in Heaven and he couldn’t see her, or talk to her, or to be held in her arms a final time.

By the time this fierce round of Battleships ended, both Lucifer and Alastor’s backs were covered in a plethora of red and blue crosses. Alastor had red dotting both his top and lower back, and blue in the middle.

Lucifer had many more red crosses, and only a smattering of blue marks over his obviously very ticklish back. Both men were panting slightly by the time the game was finally over.

“Well, this was fun.” Charlie smiled. Angel nodded.

“Aw hell yeah, toots. We have to do this again.” Angel smiled.

Alastor was quick to loudly protest. “NO!! Not again, I forbid it and-!”

But a series of skittering fingers along his upper back shut the radio demon down quickly, and Alastor was floored, his normally reserved laughter giving way to squeaky giggling. Oddly adorable.

“Round two, Angel~?” Charlie asked with a smirk. Angel’s mischievous grin clawed its way back onto his face.

“You read my mind, Princess.” Angel responded sweetly, both princess and sinner looking at Lucifer and Alastor with a shared evil grin. And after the necessary cleaning time to wipe the grid off Lucifer and Alastor’s backs (only for the grid to be drawn back on each of them) the laughter from the hotel carried on well into the wee hours of the morning, the battleship duels between Charlie and Angel Dust raging on.

The End!

[cozy-cinnamon-roll]

A Princess' Guide to Interrogating a Radio Demon (Part II)

(read Part I here!)

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Pairing: Ler!Charlie, Ler!Vaggie, Lee!Alastor (strictly platonic)

Content/Trigger Warnings: tickling, interrogation (in the most playful sense). If there are any trigger warnings you'd like me to add in the future (and/or to this fic), PLEASE let me know! I am always happy to oblige.

This is a ticklefic! If that's not your cup of tea, kindly move along.

First: MAJOR thank you for all the sweet notes and feedback on Part 1 of this fic! I was not expecting such an enthusiastic response, and it really made my week! So grateful to be part of this lovely community 💕

As promised, here is part 2... This one gets a little more intense than the last, but it's still all for fun (and Al can handle it 🤭) So excited to share it with you all!

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Vaggie is never quite sure what she's going to find when she hears a commotion elsewhere in the hotel - especially when it's coming from the direction of Alastor's room.

But nothing could have prepared her for the sight of her girlfriend pinning the most powerful overlord in Hell to the floor, tickling him to hysterics.

"Uhhhh..... Sweetie?"

"He won't tell me where he hid it!"

Vaggie just takes it in for a second. "So you're tickling him?"

"How else am I supposed to get it outta him?!"

"That's an... unconventional method, babe."

Charlie pauses her assault to shoot her girlfriend a deadpan look over her victim (who merely remains sprawled out on the floor beneath her, using his reprieve to take in as much precious oxygen as possible).

"You think I'm stupid enough to threaten real harm on The Radio Demon?"

That remark draws a maniacal little chuckle from the crumpled heap.

"Doesn't sound very effective," Vaggie observes.

But Charlie is too busy growling taunts at her victim again, tazing him in the sides. "Sorry, did I say something funny, giggles? Huh?! Did I?"

Vaggie can't help but smile herself at how hard it is for her girlfriend to keep a straight face during her "interrogation." She pokes and prods and scribbles all over the poor man, until his distinctive cackle echoes from the ceiling. And then she sits back on her heels, practically beaming with delight as he continues to shake with residual giggles.

At one point Charlie flashes her girlfriend a goofy grin. "I really think I'm wearing him down."

"Oh yeah. Absolutely, babe." Vaggie leans back against the doorframe with a smirk. "He really looks like he hates this, doesn't he."

As Charlie goes after his ribs again, Vaggie tilts her head. "He's lost his weird radio buzz."

"Oh!" Charlie abruptly clasps her hands to her chest, eyes wide with sudden worry. "Are you okay, Al?"

"Heh - yes, yes, of course..." While he is indeed too drunk on laughter maintain his usual tinny radio filter, the tiniest hint of a wheeze still edges his voice - which surprises Alastor himself more than anyone. His evil cackle is, after all, one of his signature intimidation techniques, and it's never affected his voice before.

But the uncontrolled, helpless hysterics Charlie's had him clutched in is very different from what he's used to. For all his practice intimidating his victims with a well-timed chortle, it appears his genuine laughter is rather rusty.

"I'm not hurting you, am I?"

Still breathless, Alastor can't help but chuckle at that too. "...Y-you are aware of what an 'interrogation' is, right?"

Charlie's look of concern drops to a mild glare.

"Alright, babe. Step aside." Vaggie curls a dangerous little grin of her own. "I'll handle this."

As he sees Vaggie striding toward him, Alastor scrambles to sit up. "Wait, wait- Vaggie, dear, can't we-" He presses backward, only to find himself cornered between the couch and the coffee table. "Er- can't we talk this over?"

Vaggie crouches down. "You wanna tell me where Angel's speaker is?"

"No."

Fingernails are crawling up both sides before he even registers movement. Poor Alastor is clutched over cackling within seconds.

Charlie may be a surprisingly effective ler, but it quickly becomes clear who taught her: Vaggie is ruthless.

"Get his tummy, that's his weak spot!" Charlie chirps, not even bothering to hide her delight any longer.

"Chahaharlie!!"

Alastor actually feels a spark of legitimate panic as Vaggie's nails find their way to his upper belly, tracing along the lower edge of his ribcage, sending his laughter silent for a moment.

"Hey, if you really want me to stop, you can just tell me what I wanna know."

"YOou cahan-" (gasp) "-PRY it from my-" (brief giggle fit) "-cold, dead-" (wheeze) "-fingers!!"

"Yeah? I'll show you cold, dead fingers..."

Alastor feels a hand slip under his shirt.

"AaaaAAAHH! No, no, Vaggie don't!"

"Oooh, this is a good spot, isn't it?"

"NO don't do that- please please please..."

"What? You don't want me to do this?" Her fingernails skitter across his bare tummy. The poor man can't remember the last time he laughed this hard at anything - which, for someone who literally hasn't dropped his smile for decades, is a pretty high bar to clear. And he's gotta admit, it's the best he's felt in weeks.

"Don't kill him," Charlie pipes up, "I still need him to help run the hotel after this."

"I'm not gonna kill him." Vaggie leans in close. "I'm just gonna keep tickling this sensitive, vulnerable, unbearably ticklish little belly, up and down, over and over, on and on..."

The surge of radio static induced by this one sentence is so intense that it leaves Alastor's own voice virtually incomprehensible for several seconds. He tries to summon a shadow creature, a tentacle, anything, but he's so disoriented the shadows dissipate before they can be directed anywhere.

And that's finally what breaks his resistance. Being rendered helpless under Charlie's fingers is one thing, but being unable to use his powers at Vaggie's mercy is considerably more unnerving.

"OKAY, OKAHAY! I'll talk! I'll talk!"

Vaggie lifts her hands off him, though they remain hovering just a few inches over his torso.

It takes a solid minute for Alastor to catch his breath. "For heaven's sake, you could've just asked me..."

Vaggie scrunches her fingers in the air a couple times, causing the radio demon to fold up like a lawn chair.

"Ack! Nonono I'm kidding!! I'm kidding!" He fights back a fit of nervous giggles.

"Ten seconds to spit it out before I go borrow Nifty's feather duster."

Alastor rolls his eyes. "Oh please. You think you can threaten me with cleaning tools? Don't be ridiculous..."

"Five seconds." Vaggie turns to Charlie. "Hey babe, have you tried his ears?"

A little squeak of microphone feedback. "13th floor hall closet, second-to-top shelf, under a dead rat."

Charlie recoils. "Ew! Al!"

"Pardon, two dead rats." As Vaggie withdraws her hands Alastor sits up, brushes himself off, and reaches for his microphone. "Second one came along as I was arranging the first, and... offered to help."

Charlie just stares at him in horror as he stands and twirls his mic with his usual classy flair, the very picture of eccentric elegance - as if he hadn't just spent the last twenty minutes being reduced to a hysterical mess on the floor.

"Is there any point in warning you not to pull something like this again?" Vaggie mutters, more to herself than the demon.

"No. But you can if it makes you feel better." Alastor grins and offers a hand to Charlie as she gets to her feet. "That was a lovely chat, my dears. Next time I need a good laugh I'll be sure to commit another petty theft."

Charlie rolls her eyes as he turns on his heel and strolls off.

"And let me know if you need help finding the batteries for that speaker," he tosses over his shoulder.

"OH you little piece of-"

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This was such a fun fic to write! Hope you had fun reading it too.... let me know what you think!

💜 - Cozy

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Sooooo, I may have a favorite Lee from Hazbin Hotel! It's Alastor. Obviously, it's Alastor. Make the big scary demon man ticklish!! It's cute, and he needs to be knocked down a few pegs. Charlie would absolutely test it out as soon as she could! The others would be way too nervous to try, but Charlie? She would just sneak up behind him and squeeze! No second thought! And his shadow? Yeah, he'd help Charlie 🤣

(My art don't repost but please reblog)

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Hi

I love your drawings!!! BUT REALLY !

My favorite Lee is Alastor's

Especially when he tried to resist the little tickles eheheheheheheheh

I was thinking of an idea to draw himmmm

You don't have to do it! (I'm not gonna force you)

A hug for Alastor? When did you think, but this hug is slightly ticklish ehehehe

TickleTober 2024 🎃

♡ Aug’s TKTober2024

Day 11: Hug

A/N: (Incoming late TKTober days 🥲) EEEE THANK YOU!!

And yis! Tickly hugs are my favorite! I couldn’t think of anyone else fitting for this prompt than Rosie. (First time drawing her, hope I did otay 🥺)

You can view this as a platonic pair or ship❣️