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justaticklishdeer · 3 months ago

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Self Care

hi so I know this wasn't the one that y'all voted to be released first, but its done and my fear chase one is still a large WIP, so you get this to feed on until I have that one done and/or audios to post word count: around 2.6k

CW/TW: minor angst at the beginning (Al does hurt his ears a little), fluff, tickling (a lil intense,) comfort, all that stuff

uhh overall its just alastor helping lucifer take care of himself!!

SFW Radioapple vibe

‘His Majesty looks quite disheveled.’

Well, that was one way to put it. Lucifer hadn’t been in the best mental space for the past few days. His wings needed preened, his hooves needed care, he just needed some sort of self care, but with assistance. He stared at Alastor blankly and the deer just looked back at him with the same gaze–but with some hint of concern behind it.

‘I’m fine,’ Lucifer mumbled. He stood up, walking across the room, ignoring the pain from where his wings were hidden. Alastor watches with a concerned look. “Lucifer-’

‘Don’t even try anything, I told you I’m fine.’ The seraphim glares at him. Alastor didn’t understand. He was trying so hard to comfort him, trying to understand what was wrong, trying to see where Lucifer was hurting mentally or physically. Why wouldn’t he just let him in? “Please, just–just let me understand. Or at least try, I don’t like seeing you so…off.’

Alastor comes closer, only for Lucifer to step back. ‘I said I’m fine.’ Alastor’s ears pinned back slightly–was he in the wrong? Surely this wasn’t too pushy of him, his partner would’ve told him by now, right? This wasn’t his fault, right?

He watches as Lucifer walks off, the seraphim yanking his coat on tighter. Alastor could see the smallest of flinches as he did so. The angel was in pain. Alastor was torn between wanting to help and wanting to leave him alone. He knew sometimes he was too pushy or too overwhelming with it. The deer walks to his room, sitting on his bed. This wasn’t his fault…or was it? No. Lucifer…

He tugs at his deer ears slightly, trying to understand why Lucifer had pushed him away so insistently. What the hell was going on? This had to be some kind of nightmare. His past traumas were coming back to him all too clearly. Lucifer. He needed him.

He could remember his mother having constantly reassured him she was fine when she wasn’t. When he knew she was hurt, when he knew she was in pain and refusing to show him. Alastor curls up further on his bed, silent tears dripping.

Everything felt wrong, fake, and incomprehensible. Was he ever going to be..enough? Normal? Probably not. He wanted his mother. He wanted someone to comfort him. He pulled on his deer ears roughly to try to get some sort of feelings taken out. He tugged harder, and could feel a slight sting, so stopped doing that for a moment.

He didn’t even know why he was so emotional. He was supposed to be happy. This wasn’t the normal Alastor. Alastor was supposed to be happy, to have that facade, to have the permanent smile on his face. And well, the smile was still there, but had no true meaning behind it. He wished he could drop the smile. Alastor wasn’t okay, currently. He breathes in quickly, trying to compose himself. Lucifer couldn’t see him like this.

Alastor was so caught up in his moment he didn’t hear the seraphim walk in to see where he had gone.

‘Hey, hey, hey, what’s wrong? Alastor, I didn’t mean it was your fault, it’s not you. It’s not your fault,’ Lucifer said, quickly sitting on the bed next to Alastor, ‘I-I was in a bad state, I didn’t mean to snap at you like that. Al. Alastor?’ Alastor looks up, half zone out. ‘What?’ he mumbles, leaning onto Lucifer. Lucifer pets his ears gently, earning a soft deer purr from him.

Lucifer smiles down at him. Alastor whacks him on the shoulder lightly, muttering, ‘You could’ve said you weren’t in the right headspace, I would’ve handled you snapping at me better.’ Lucifer nods in silent agreement. He winces, realizing his wings still needed attention. ‘Oh, and I suppose I didn’t need to make fun of your messy appearance.’ Alastor smooths down the archangel’s blonde hair. Lucifer rolls his eyes but allows the deer to do so.

Lucifer wasn’t ever the best at comforting, but he was trying his best. Based on how well Alastor seemed now, it might’ve been working. Alastor teased him again with some witty remarks.

‘I really hate you sometimes,’ Lucifer complains. Alastor laughs, retorting with a sassy, “Many people hate me already, you hating me isn’t really a pain.’

Alastor reaches back to hug Lucifer, and he could feel the flinch of pain. He pulled back and his deer ears perked up in concern. He knew the king was hurting mentally, but physically? That added a whole new problem onto it. ‘Wings.’

‘What?”

‘Let me see your wings.’ Alastor was firm. His tone held no reason or room for any sort of argument. He was going to see the wings. Alastor didn’t like seeing someone he cared about in pain. Lucifer shook his head. ‘No, I–what? My wings are fine. I’m fine.’

Alastor stood up, picking up the stubborn creature. Lucifer hit him on the back a few times, screeching about being put down, he’s fine, he didn’t need help, the whole array. Alastor firmly sets him in a bathtub, and that’s when Lucifer realizes where he was. ‘What the heck, Alastor?!’

‘You need care. Self care. And since you aren’t capable of doing it yourself, I’m taking matters into my own hooves–er, hands–and doing it for you.’

He slowly tickles down Lucifer’s back, making the fallen angel squeak. As expected, the six wings flare out. ‘Sweet Lord, Lucifer…’ Alastor stared at all six wings; feathers bent, broken feathers, the color dull. It was all just so rough. Alastor sighed and sat back for a second. He needed a way to go about this.

‘Can you undress for me? Keep your shorts on. Please.’ Alastor turned around so he wasn't watching. It was his preference to not watch. Once Lucifer indicated with a little hum that he had adequately done as told, Alastor turned around and turned on the warm water. ‘What–?’

‘I’m bathing you, and cleaning your wings while we’re at it. Hold still.’ Alastor grabs a mild soap and makes sure it is okay to use on his wings. Lucifer tenses as Alastor starts to scrub along the feathers. Lucifer squeaks and his wings flap a bit, sending droplets of water flying all over. Alastor shakes his head a bit, ears flicking the water off. ‘What in the–don't do that!’

Lucifer giggles and recomposes himself. ‘Okay–okay. I’m sohorry.’ He felt Alastor dig into his wings, specifically the middle set. Claws worked their way down to the soft downy feathers to scrub the soap onto his wings. Lucifer practically shrieked, trying to pull away. ‘WahahaIT–! Alhahastor!’ Alastor stops and gives him a look between a mix of bewilderment and understanding. ‘Oh…you’re ticklish. Forgot about that.’

He chuckles. ‘Hold still…if you can.’ Alastor goes right back to white he was doing, making Lucifer’s wings flap. As expected, water flew everywhere again, making the deer shake off. ‘Do I need to hold your wings myself? I mean seriously, I know you’re ticklish, but this–’ Lucifer giggles and turns his head so he was making partial eye contact with Alastor.

‘You aren’t much behehetter when I’m hehelping you wihihith your hooves! Squirmy little tihihickle faHAWN–Shihit!’ Lucifer tries to twist to the side as Alastor goes back to his wings, moving his claws in a ticklish manner that overwhelms Lucifer almost instantly. ‘Nononohoho wahahait I tahahake it bahahahck!’ Alastor slows down for a moment, moving his hands to pluck out loose feathers as gently as he could.

‘For a King of Hell, you really are more adorable than you should be.’ Alastor muses as he continues to work on the archangel’s wings. Lucifer smiles, turning his face away so Alastor wouldn’t see the blush coming over his face. Lucifer tries to readjust, half slipping into the water and making Alastor bleat in surprise. Both of them burst into laughter. ‘Whahat in the hell?’ Alastor hoists his partner back up into his previous position, spreading his wings again. ‘Hold still, this might be a bit ticklish.’

Lucifer instantly tenses, snickering into his hands as Alastor goes back to washing the middle set of wings. Alastor rolled his eyes, fondly smiling at how ticklish the creature was. He finishes with that set. ‘Lucifer, do you realize I still have 4 other wings I have to do?’

‘Yes, I realize that, I'm not an idiot.’ Lucifer’s wings twitch involuntarily. He giggles and looks back at Alastor. ‘Hey uh, thanks for doing this for me. I neglect myself too often and all that, this really means a lot to me, I just want you to know that,’ Lucifer started to just spill his emotions. Alastor nodded, listening quietly, before asking, ‘Lower or upper set first?”

Lucifer thought for a moment, before responding, ‘Go with lower if you want more water on you. Although I’m sure I’ll probably splash you either way.’ Alastor nodded in agreement. He would get soaked no matter what. ‘Oh, I’m doing your hooves too, dear. They need to be done.’ Alastor grabs the lower set of wings, getting the loose and broken feathers out first. Lucifer was relatively calm for this part, occasionally flinching and giggling if something hurt or felt a bit ticklish. ‘Okay, I’m going to wash these now, try not to splash me too much.’

He starts to scrub underneath all the feathers, and the King instantly breaks. He cackles, wings flapping, soaking Alastor in the process. ‘I’m sohohhohorry! I’m sohohohorry!” he squeaks out through laughter, trying to arch away from the ticklish feeling. Alastor holds fast, trying to wash his wings in an efficient manner–and effectively. It was a bit difficult considering how much he was squirming. ‘Plehehehease! Tohohohoo tihihickly! Keheheh–Ahahal!’ Lucifer flaps his wings again, a bit more desperate. Alastor finishes up before backing away to shake his head, his fluffy deer ears soaked in water. ‘I swear, you are impossible.’

‘You love me,’ Lucifer teases him. ‘Unfortunately,’ Alastor mumbles, no real harm from it, ‘You’re lucky I do. I could’ve left you like that, all messy and depressed.’ Lucifer laughs, flicking water at Alastor out of pure spite. ‘I’m always messy and depressed,’ he giggles. Alastor rolls his eyes, moving over to the counter on the sink so he could get more soap. ‘Okay, I’m going to do the last set. Do you need a break before I do your hooves or not?’ Lucifer shakes his head, determined that he could handle it without any breaks. Alastor blinks in mild surprise but nods nonetheless. ‘Okay then. Here, spread your wings–thank you. I’m not even going to bother to tell you to hold still.’

He barely touched a wing and Lucifer absolutely flinched away. Alastor smiles, ‘Oh, Luci, you have to be a good little tickle angel if you want this to be over!~’

The angel blushes at that. This wasn’t even supposed to be a tickling thing and yet here they were. ‘Kehehheh–! Nohohoho! Mahahahaybe I dohohont want it tohoho be ovheheher!” Lucifer squirmed, trying to arch away as Alastor slowly wriggled his claws under the feathers. Lucifer snorted and made a sound similar to a goat, making Alastor pause. ‘Oh, so I’m not the only one who makes animal noises, hm?’ Alastor goes right back to it, watching as Lucifer laughs and bleats. ‘Okay, wait wait wait, hohold stihill!’ Alastor started giggling just at the sight of the demon wriggling like this.

‘Here, I’m gonna get the base of your win–’

‘NOHO!’

‘Yes, I have to,’ Alastor laughs in amusement, starting to massage and clean that area. Lucifer’s laughter went silent for a couple seconds. As soon as he got his breath back, he cackled out, ‘Stahahhahap! Stahahp! Too–Toohohoo muhuhuch! Plehehehease–!” Alastor finishes up as quickly as he could. Sitting back and admiring how shiny the feathers were now. ‘Look at you, all prettied up.’

‘Shuhut up, you…you stuhupid deer..’ Lucifer folds his wings, admiring them himself before adjusting himself so Alastor could do his hooves. ‘Just…just get on with it. I don’t know how ticklish they are, I’ve never really, like, gotten tickled on them or whatever so–’ Alastor nods, giving him a little kiss on the forehead to shut him up.

‘Hooves.’

Alastor grabs a stool and sits down by Lucifer’s hooves. He grabs one and starts to file it down, and Lucifer’s other hoof kicks, the deer barely dodging it. ‘God–so you are ticklish here. Not too surprising, considering mine are relatively bad as well.’ He continues to file and scrub the hoof, making Lucifer absolutely lose it. His implike tail wags a bit as he tries to pull his leg back. ‘Seheheriously! I’m—ehheheh–too tihihihicklish for thihis!’ Lucifer kicks again with a bleat. Alastor decided to try something. ‘So there’s this spot–you know about it on mine, we both have similar hooves, so it might be on yours too–between the actual hoof and your dewclaws. So right here–’ he starts to scratch gently at said spot, and Lucifer bucks and arches, a couple of his wings unfurling and flapping. Alastor chuckles in amusement, continuing to gently tease at the spot.

After a minute, he decides to let up on the tickling, letting his partner catch his breath. ‘I hahate you so muhuch,’ Lucifer growls, with no real malice behind it. “I love you too, Luci. Other hoof, please,’ he hums, smiling as Lucifer complies. He starts to file down the hoof gently, watching as the angel dissolves into helpless giggles and snorts. He slowly runs a claw down the split in the hoof, enjoyment spreading in his expression as Lucifer makes some inhuman noise and bleats like a goat. ‘God, you’re so adorable, you know that?’

‘Dohohont flatter mehehe!’ he tries to tease, more giggling and happy than anything. Alastor had a feeling this was the first time in a while Lucifer had really gotten to be happy. To feel good, to feel loved, to feel wanted. Alastor wanted that too, but now wasn’t the time to dwell on his own feelings. He continues to tickle and care for Lucifer’s hoof. He finishes up, standing up. He grabbed a towel and instructed Lucifer to get out of the bath. He wrapped the seraphim in it with a small laugh at the little glare he got.

‘You know you needed all that. And I’m not just talking about the care part.’

‘I…yes, I did. I’m sorry for struggling that hard, I am.’

Lucifer let the deer scoop him up and carry him to his room. Alastor helped Lucifer get his duck pajamas on. Sure, it was a bit childish, but they both needed some levity to their afterlife. ‘No need to apologize, Luci. I struggle too, you know.’

Lucifer looks at him, a bit shocked. ‘What?”

‘Yes, I struggle too. There’s days I won’t shower for weeks, or shut myself out, or just…fade away emotionally. The smile facade is there and I use it as I need. It works pretty well.’ Alastor gets himself in a comfortable nightshirt and pants, letting his hooves be out of his boots for the night. He smooths his damp hair down, his ears bouncing back and perking up as he takes his hands away from his head. Lucifer smiles fondly at his platonic lover and his adorable ears. Lucifer grabs the deer and tugs him into the bed, snuggling him.

‘Al?’

‘Yes, sweetheart?”

‘I love you.’ Lucifer buried his face into Alastor’s chest with a little purr. This was his happy place, cuddling with his favorite deer in all of hell.

‘...I love you too, Luci.’ Alastor tucked his head into the crook of Lucifer’s neck. They both had flaws, and it was okay. They were both okay where they were at: with each other.

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berrymilkwithsugar · 20 days ago

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What could have happened in the elevator.

AN SMG4 TICKLE FIC

Why do I always write at 4 am… it’s a mix of the autism and insomnia baby. *Finger guns* Anyhow there’s not enough tickle content of this show… *Sighs* guess I have to feed us myself.

Well, here they were. Two rivals, sitting across from each other. SMG3 had an annoyed expression on his face. “Am I really stuck here, with HIM?!” He thought, SMG4 was equally miffed, why out of all the people in the world did he have to get stuck with this clown. SMG3 lets out a sigh, this was gonna be a long, boring wait. “So, how long do you think we’re gonna be stuck in here?” He asked, with a rather bored expression. SMG4 shrugged, “Beats me, depending on the damage, it could be another hour or two.” This caused SMG3 to groan and slump against the elevator wall, “Oh great…. Fantastic.” He said sarcastically.

SMG4 furrowed his brow some, if anyone should be annoyed it was him, he might lose his channel for god’s sake. SMG3 glances over at SMG4, noticing his expression. “Thinking about your channel, aren’t ya?” He asked. “What else would I be thinking about right now!?” SMG4 snapped, there was a sense of panic in his voice. SMG3 winced at the snap, “Just asking, don’t get your boxers in a twist, grumpy little bastard.* He grumbled the last part. “What was that?” SMG4 cocked a brow as he glared at SMG3, whom had a sarcastic smile on his face. “Oh noooothing~ Nothing at all.” He said. SMG4 squints before crossing his arms, “Tell me what you said, right now.” He demanded, the purple plumber raised his hands in defeat as he said in a mocking ton; “Oh~ I said you’re a grumpy little bastard.” Smg4’s eye twitched as the lunged at his rival, “You little shit!” Shouted the blue meme guardian. Said rival flinched before dodging the attack, backing up some. “Woah, woah, woah! Calm the heck down Four!” He said, SMG4 turned to look at him, his eyes were bloodshot. “How am I supposed to calm down?!” He snapped in a rather stressed tone. Causing SMG3 to respond calmly with “I don’t know, by not jumping at me like a rabid animal?”

SMG4 didn’t know why, but that just pissed him off more. “That’s it,” he shouted as he tackled and wrestled SMG3 to the ground “C’mere!” A yelp comes from SMG3 as he tried to pry the blue meme guardian off him, sadly to no avail as he refused to budge. “Hey, hey! What the hell?! Get off!” He demanded. SMG4 just looked down at him with an evil grin, “Ohoho no!” He formed his fingers into claws “You’re not getting out of this, time for me to destress~!” With that, SMG4 scribbled his fingers over Smg3’s underarms, causing the purple meme guardian to let out a squeak and some bubbly giggles. SMG3 lets out a squeal as the other man clawed his underarms. He tried and failed to keep himself from gigging.

“Hahaha K-Knock it ohohohoff! Th-That tihihihickles!” The purple plumber giggled. SMG4 couldn’t help but grin at this, he always had a sneaking suspicion that his rival was ticklish ever since they were young, but now he had smoking gun evidence to that theory. “No way! This is making me feel loads better~!” SMG4 chirped as he ran his fingers over SMG3’s sides, “Coochie coochie coo~!” SMG4 teased. SMG3 let out more bubbly giggles as his sides were attacked he tried thrashing around as he continued laughing. “Ahahaha nohohohoho SMG4!” This made SMG4 coo at his rival, “Aw~! Is the big bad former villain ticklish~?” SMG4 giggled some, having fun with this much to SMG3’s dismay. “NOHOHO-HAHAHAHAHAHA C-CUHuhut it out!” He cackled, not being able to get a proper word out through his laughter.

SMG4 hummed in thought before letting up on his rival. “Okay, okay, you’ve had enough.” He said, moving away from the purple meme guardian. SMG3 sat up, still giggling with a pout on his face. “You’re horrible!” He said, making SMG4 chuckle. “Hey, I didn’t hear a ‘stop’ all throughout that little session~!” SMG4 teased. SMG3 huffs, crossing his arms as he was still pouting, he then mumbled something “Stupid 4”, he was clearly still flustered from being tickled earlier.

SMG4 cocked a brow before raising his hands up, wiggling his fingers “Watch it.” He warned. SMG3 rolled his eyes a smirk played on his lips, “Or what? You’re gonna tickle me again?” He taunted. This made SMG4 chuckle, “Maybe, why do you want me to~?” He waggled his eyebrows as he said this. “H-Hey,” SMG3 yelped, his eyes grown wide as he blushed. “Don’t even start, you Baka!”

SMG4 chuckled more at 3’s reaction. “Cute, I can’t wait to tell the others that big bad SMG3 is ticklish~!” This caused SMG3 to freeze up, as he looked at the blue plumber with panicked eyes, “You wouldn’t!” He squeaked out. SMG4 grinned “Oh, I would, what are YOU going to do about it~?” There was a teasing tone in SMG4’s voice. “I-I… Uhhh..” SMG3 froze up, stumbling over his words, he could just imagine what everyone else would say if they knew about this, especially Mario. He was about stutter out something when he got an idea, an evil idea at that.

“Actually, I know exactly what to do…” SMG3 said with a smirk, causing SMG4 to cock a brow. SMG3 suddenly got up and pounced on SMG4, not giving the other any time to react as he started tickling the blue meme guardian’s underarms. “AH! Wahahahahait!” SMG4 squealed. SMG3 let out a laugh and smirked at SMG4’s reaction. “Aw, looks who’s ticklish NOW~!” He explained as he continued to scribble his fingers over Smg4’s underarms. “Nahahaha! 3!” SMG4 whined. The other’s smirk grew wider from hearing SMG4 say his name. “Oh, you’re ticklish here too~?” He then switched to scribbling his fingers over SMG4’s sides. “EEEEEK! SMG3! DOHOHOHON’T!” SMG4 cackled as he flailed, SMG3 continued to scratch at SMG4’s sides, throughly enjoying the laughs and squeaks coming from the plumber. He was loving this, payback was a bitch. “Hehe! What’s the matter 4, can’t handle some tickles~?” He crooned. “N-NEHEHEHEHEITHER COULD YOHOHOHOHOU!” SMG4 protested. SMG3 chuckled, slightly flinching at the counter argument. “Fair point, I’ll give you that.” He stopped for a moment before switching over to scribbling his fingers over SMG4’s tummy. “NAHAHAHAHA! NOT THERE!!” SMG4 pounded his fists on the ground, while this was happening he gasped as he feels SMG3 undo his overalls, moving the flap down and rolling up his shirt. SMG3 grinned evilly at this, SMG4’s exposed tummy was ripe for the tickling. “Ohoho~! Exposed tummy? You’re really in for it now 4.”

SMG4 began squirming, knowing exactly what SMG3 was going to do. “N-No raspberries!!” SMG4 begged, though he wasn’t making much of a fuss on trying to get away. “Raspberries, you say~?” SMG3 chuckled as he brought his face close to SMG4’s tummy, almost hovering over it. SMG4’s eyes widen to the size of saucers “3! I swear to Jebus!” SMG4 said, oddly enough he wasn’t squirming now. SMG3 smirked at the blue meme guardian reaction, then brought his mouth to the man’s tummy and started to blow raspberries against it. His hands went to his sides to hold SMG4 down.

“*Snort* NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! 3! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!” SMG4 snorted as he tried to show SMG3’s head away, yet to no avail. SMG3 pulled away for a moment to speak, his tone smug and mocking. “Having fun there, 4?” He asked before going back to blow more raspberries, making sure they were extra loud and wet. SMG4 bucked and twisted, trying to get SMG3 off of him. SMG3 just chuckled as he continued to blow raspberries, now going for longer. He didn’t budge from his position at all, enjoying the helpless plumber’s reaction. Just as SMG4 thought it would never end, the elevator started moving again, causing SMG3 to stop. “Finally!” SMG3 says, exasperated “Those idiots got it working again.” He got off of SMG4, smirking some at the disheveled plumber. “That’s a nice look for you, scrub.” He teased as SMG4 got back up to his feet. “I hate you.” He said. “Love you too, dork.” SMG3 teased as they two exited the elevator and reunited with Meggy and Mario.

“What were you guys doing in there?” Meggy asked, placing a hand on her hip. “We heard laughing and screaming.” She said. The two plumbers blushes some, neither did them wanting to admit what had happened. Mario broke the tension with a “Why are you gay?” Causing the two to throw him off the roof… from that day one, the two meme guardians took a silent vow to never speak about what happened in the elevator, even if they did seem to enjoy the laughter they shared.

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