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Silly little Hazbin tickle dump!
(My art don’t repost but please reblog)
#my art#my artwork#tickling#tickle art#tickle#tickles#my art stuff#hazbin hotel tickles#lee!alastor#ticklish!alastor#lee!sir pentious#ticklish!sir pentious#lee!charlie#tickle belt#ler!angel dust#ler!nifty#ler!vaggie#ler!rosie
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Yee! Father/daughter moment 💖
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Bad idea
A/N: Yeah...it's been six months since I've even touched this blog but I have a new hyperfixation so here we are. Kind of wrote this in a daze but let me know what you think, as well as any other prompts or requests you'd like to see!
Fandom: Hazbin Hotel
Pairings: Ler!Alastor, Lee!Angeldust, Switch!Charlie (All Platonic)
Summary: Angel somehow convinces Charlie to pull a prank on Alastor. Neither are prepared for the consequences this will have.
Warnings: Tickling, Swearing, Mild sex jokes
Word Count: 2145
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Yeah this was a bad idea.
Rapid footsteps could be heard booming down the hallways of the hotel as Charlie and Angeldust found themselves running for their lives away from one of the most powerful overlords in Hell.
Charlie couldn't quite say what possessed her to get involved with one of Angeldust's pranks, maybe it was boredom or a desire to bond with her friend, but common sense should've told her to back out once Angel named their target.
It was no secret the Radio Demon had a soft spot for his favorite dish which he cooked at the same time each day without fail.
It was also no secret that the demon's oral hygiene was...lacking.
No matter how many times he was informed of this fact, politely or otherwise, Alastor just did not seem to care about keep that particular area clean.
So of course, when the spider demon suggested the two of them mix toothpaste in with the demon's jambalaya, Charlie knew the deal was too hilarious to pass up.
The look on the demon's face when he came back to see that his food had turned blue was priceless.
Yeah, a bad idea, but hilarious nonetheless.
Or it would be until the demon had caught up to them at least.
Neither of them thought the demon would actually hurt them over something like this, seeing as it would hurt his own goals in the long run, but they weren't too keen on finding out what he would do instead.
The pair stopped abruptly at the end of the hallway in front of the only other elevator on that floor. Angeldust crouched and frantically pressed the down button, while Charlie's dumbass was trying to pry the doors open.
"You're seriously telling me you didn't have a better escape plan than just yelling 'Run'?"
"Hey, I didn't actually think we'd make it as far as actually getting into that creep's room. The plan was to at least be able to outrun you but you're a lot faster than I would've thought, Princess." The spider chucked.
The girl's jaw dropped at hearing that. "I thought this stupid prank was a chance for us to bond! You were just going to ditch me to take the fall for your stupid idea?!?!"
The elevator chimed as the doors opened.
"Yeah, pretty much." The spider chuckled as he jumped inside.
Betrayal and a bit of anger filled the girl as her eyes went red and horns grew on top of her head. She grunted as she tackled her friend inside the elevator, doors closing behind her.
Angel grunted as he hit the ground. "Aww, did I make the pretty princess mad? I don't see what the big deal is, whatever that red freak has planned, he'll go a lot easier on you." The demon said as he smiled up at his friend.
"Yeah, well you're gonna wish you'd stayed behind once I'm through with you."
With that, the girl began skittering her fingers rapidly underneath the spider's arms.
Whatever smartass remark Angel was going to say next died in his throat and was replaced with hysterical laughter as his worst spot was targeted.
"aaa-AAH! AHAHA-Charlie! CHARLIHEHEHEHAHA!!! WAHAHAHIT!! Wait- DONT- AHAHAHAA!!!" The spider demon cried out as he began kicking his legs viciously.
Charlie had been meaning to test her friend's sensitivity for a while now. She had seen how small touches and pokes affected her friend from time to time. She'd noticed when Husk began giving quick pinches to the spider's ribs whenever he mad a dirty joke or was becoming too much for the cat to handle. Or when her girlfriend used a pen to poke around the spider's torso whenever she needed to herd him away from something. She especially noticed how Angel's face contorted each time as he fought to suppress his smile. Charlie had been waiting for the longest time to ask the demon about it, or test her theory herself. Y'know... to bond.
So yeah, Angel had this coming for a while now.
So focused on her revenge, neither her or Angel noticed the elevator open to the main floor, where Alastor was waiting patiently for the two of them right outside the entrance.
"Well well well, seems the two little troublemakers have turned on each other already, how fun!" The demon grinned evilly before conjuring up a pair of tentacles to yank the pair out of the elevator.
The two of them yelped as they were dragged from their hiding spot and held midair by the appendages.
Alastor looked the two of them up and down, eye twitching as he did so. "So...it's clear to me that you two heathens are looking for a death sentence, which I am more than happy to provide. But before I get to teaching the two of you a lesson, I am curious who's genius idea it was to mess with the Radio Demon in the first place."
"Mine!" Angel exclaimed proudly. Earning a confused look from Charlie.
"What? He clearly thought my idea was good, obviously I want credit for it." Smug bastard. Alastor did not seem amused with his confession however, Angel's comment actually seeming to have annoyed him even further.
"I thought so." The demon said. "I'd expect this level of childishness from someone like you, although I'm thankful it wasn't of a more perverted nature. However..." He turned his focus to Charlie who was still trying to wriggle her way out of the grip the appendage had around her waist.
"I expected much more from you, Charlie. Why I'd go as far to say I'm disappointed in you."
She felt a pang in her chest at hearing the demon's words.
"No, Alastor...I'm sorry if we upset you. I just thought it would be a bit of harmless fun! And Angel never asks to do anything with me so I got a bit excited. I'm sorry."
A frown quickly replaced Angel's smug grin and he averted his gaze to the floor.
Alastor couldn't help but chuckle at the two of them. "Oh you two are so sweet...it makes me sick. But how could I not accept such a heartfelt apology coming from my favorite hostess?"
The two perked up almost immediately.
"So...we're off the hook?" Angel asked hopefully.
Alastor fiddled with his staff as if bored by this whole conversation. "Well, seeing that neither of you are getting maimed today, I'd say yes...to an extent."
"To an extent?" The princess asked.
"Well I still have to teach the two of you a lesson somehow. No one messes with the Radio Demon and gets away with it." He smiled. "However, I do believe Charlie here has given me a wonderful idea how to do that~"
She looked at him, confused. "What do you mean by-AAAAAAAA!!"
Charlie let out a shriek as she felt something wriggle on the back of her knee. She looked down to see a much smaller tentacle scribbling along the dreaded spot. She began kicking her legs out desperately only to be stopped by two more tentacles holding them in place.
The attack quickly threw the girl into hysterics, the one tentacle already throwing her into a frenzy. Screaming and whipping her head side to side, she pushed and pounded her fists against the appendage retraining her, trying and failing to reach down to stop the offending tentacle that was honing in on her worst spot.
Angeldust couldn't help but laugh at her dramatic reaction. Although, he wasn't too keen on getting his shit wrecked again. Thinking he could use his charm to smooth-talk his way out of this situation, seeing as the demon avoided him like the plague if he could talk dirty enough.
"You guys are full of surprises today, arent'cha?" He said using his little flirtatious tone, knowing it annoyed Alastor to no end. "I'm proud your old ass is finally experimenting, dust nuts. I'm more than happy to help you explore with bondage but I can't say I'm all that into this tickling stuff."
The demon turned to him and grinned evilly. "Oh, good! That's exactly what I was afraid of."
Yeah, bad idea.
Angel's wrists were snatched up by yet another appendage before two more attacked his underarms for the second time that day.
"GAHAHAHAHAHAD OKAY!! OKAY CUHUHUHUT IT OHOHOUT!!"
Angel screamed, trying with all his power to pull his arms down but it was no use, the radio demon had the two of them completely and hopelessly trapped.
Alastor just hummed, pressing a hand to his chin and pretended to think. "Don't think you two have learned your lesson quite yet. Although, I am new to this particular method. Hows about I ask an expert. Oh Charlie~" He turned to the princess again. "Do tell me, how effective would you say is tickling your enemies into submission?"
The poor girl couldn't even get a word out between her screaming fits of laughter. All she could do was shake her head and pound her fists against her restraints as the back of her knee was tickled mercilessly.
"AAHAHAHAHA- STAHAHAAAAAA- ALASTAAAHAHA PLEHEHEHEHE-"
Alastor leaned in with one hand cupping his ear. "What's that? I'm sorry, I couldn't quite understand. I don't speak heathen, after all." He teased. "Angeldust would you mind interpreting?"
Angel began to lose himself in his own fit of hysterics as yet another one of the tentacles found its way to his stomach, scribbling wildly.
Although he was tempted to sprout his extra sets of arms, Angel has been in enough tickle fights with Cherri to know that underneath those arms would be exploited as well and just make the agonizing feeling ten times worse.
It took a lot more work for Angel to reach the same level of hysterics Charlie was currently in. Even with the three tentacles making him laugh his head off, Angel would say he was still holding out better than he normally would. At least compared to Charlie, who wasn't even fully restrained but was still completely losing her mind just from that one spot.
Alastor noticed this as well and seeing as anything more would probably make the poor girl faint, he focused his attention on Angeldust.
"You still feeling smart? Tell me, you still think your little genius idea was worth the trouble?"
The demon conjured up yet another pair of tentacles to poke and prod at his victim before they settled on attacking the demon's thighs instead.
Whatever control Angeldust thought he'd maintained before disappeared immediately. The merciless tickling in three different areas proved too much for him to handle.
"NOOHOHOHO- NO! I DOHOHOHON'T! I'M SORRYHEHEHEHEHE- I PROHOHOMISE IT WON"T HAHAHAPPEN AGAHAHAHAIN!!!"
"Good enough."
And with that, the tickling stopped. The tentacles carefully setting Charlie on the ground and disappearing while Angeldust was unceremoniously dropped midair.
Charlie huffed and hugged her legs to her chest, residual laughter still wracking her body.
Angeldust peeled his face off the ground and tried to recover from the torture as well.
"Well, I certainly hope that little lesson drilled something useful into your skulls. It's almost as if you act like children, you'll be treated as such. you, Charlie for that wonderful new torture tactic." He said smiling down at his victims.
Angeldust huffed and brushed himself off as he finally stood up. "Yeah, yeah. I'm glad you found something that gets your dick hard, just remember that consent is key before you go around fucking people up. I mean look at Charlie, you practically killed her." He said, gesturing to his friend who was still lying on the floor.
The demon let out a short laugh as he looked at the girl. Alastor snapped his fingers and a glass of water appeared beside Charlie's corpse.
"Well this certainly was an entertaining bonding activity." He said, turning to Angeldust once more.
"Just remember, I won't be as forgiving the next time you decide to pull a stunt like this." The demon said, finally before making his way back down the hall.
"If you took care of that rancid breath I wouldn't have too!" Angel shouted.
"Smells better than the musk you track in after one of your little shoots!"
Angeldust flipped the demon off as he watched him disappear down the hallway.
Eh, he's got a point. He thought to himself and looked down at his friend who was still in a fetal position on the floor.
Charlie had finally caught her breath and turned over on her back. Angel crouched down to inspect the damage.
"You alive?" He asked, giving her a soft punch on her arm.
The princess just glared at him and stuck a finger in his face.
"I am never listening to your dumbass again." She declared, earning another laugh from her friend.
"Yeah, that was a bad idea."
#sfw tickling community#hazbin hotel tickle#ler!alastor#ler!charlie#switch!charlie#lee!charlie#lee!angeldust
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It runs in the family
#i dont even have that ticklish of a belly but drawing this made my stomach swoop#also yeah i hate drawing hats XD#hazbin hotel#hazbin lucifer#lucifer morningstar#hazbin charlie#charlie morningstar#hazbin hotel tickles#hazbin hotel tickling#ler!lucifer#lee!charlie#ler!charlie#lee!lucifer#flame draws#flames stuff#flames art
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Radio Waves - Part 3
Summary - After his last encounter with Alastor, Vox finds himself experiencing strange feelings that won't go away. He knows there’s only one demon who can help him, so Vox decides to pay him a visit.
Word Count - 2500
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Vox was in his surveillance room, surrounded by walls filled with screens, displaying footage from his many cameras throughout the Pride Ring.
Vox, however, was preoccupied with his thoughts. Alastor had snuck into the V Tower a week ago and, ever since, Vox found himself unable to stop thinking about their encounter. He kept thinking about Alastor’s wiggling fingers, digging into his ribs. The uncontrollable laughter that the sensations drew from Vox. The way Alastor teased him and how his words managed to intensify the feelings. Vox was craving more, and that craving was increasingly invading his mind.
When Velvette had snuck up behind Vox, wrapping her arm around his waist and pulling him close for a selfie, Vox flushed, thinking it was a surprise attack. When Valentino pulled Vox in close to cuddle, he was certain that he was about to be wrecked with tickles, but no such luck.
He’s cursed me with his disease, Vox thought to himself, as he paced around the room.
There was only one way for Vox to get these thoughts to stop, and only one demon who could help him do so. Vox knew, however, that he would never be able to ask directly, and would instead have to come up with a way of provoking the demon into attacking him, just as Alastor had before.
After thinking for a while, Vox came up with a plan. It wasn’t perfect, but it was the best chance he had at getting these feelings to go away.
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Alastor was in his room at the Hazbin Hotel, listening to jazz music on an old radio, when he heard a tapping sound coming from his window.
How curious, Alastor thought, knowing that only one demon had ever used the window as an entry point to his room.
Alastor made his way over to the window, his suspicions being confirmed when he spotted the television-headed Overlord hanging onto the window sill. He thought for a moment about simply leaving Vox there to dangle, before his curiosity got the better of him. Alastor clicked open the latches and slid the window up.
“My my, it appears I have a visitor.” Alastor said as Vox hoisted himself up and into the room through the window. Alastor was standing with his arms folded behind his back, microphone in hand, per usual.
“Yeah, well, don’t get used to it.” Vox said as he stood, brushing off his jacket. “I only came here because I have a problem, and I believe that you can help.”
Alastor tilted his head to the side.
“You came looking for my assistance?” Alastor said, letting out a small chuckle. “You must be pretty desperate if you came to me of all people, thinking that there was a chance I’d be willing to help.”
Vox felt his head start to heat up. Alastor wasn’t wrong. Vox was taking a gamble going to him, but he felt that his recent experiences with his rival proved that Alastor knew how to handle his current issue, and that he would be more than willing to assist.
Vox tried to keep up a confident front. He didn’t want Alastor to catch on just yet.
“Oh, it’s nothing like that. You just happen to be the perfect demon for what I require.” Vox remarked with a smirk.
“Is that so?” Alastor questioned. “And, why exactly might that be?”
Suddenly, Vox shot his hands under Alastor’s coat and began scribbling his claws all over Alastor’s stomach.
Alastor was taken by surprise. He bent slightly forwards as he began giggling madly, not having the time or warning necessary to prevent the sounds from erupting out of his mouth.
“Because you’re so darn ticklish!” Vox responded with a grin, keeping up his onslaught.
Alastor struggled for a moment to untangle his arms behind his back, before bringing them to his front and grabbing onto one of Vox’s wrists with his free hand.
“Vohohohox! Whahahat are youhou dohohoing?” Alastor giggled out.
“I’m just testing out my old radio.” Vox commented nonchalantly. “I think something’s wrong with the volume, though. It should be much louder. Don’t worry! I know just how to fix it!”
Vox then took advantage of Alastor’s death-grip on his microphone, removing his hands from Alastor to take hold of the artifact, raise it into the air, spin it (and Alastor) around, and sharply yank it back towards himself, causing the Radio Demon to fall backwards onto Vox’s chest.
Vox kept a firm hold on the raised object with his right hand, raking the nails of his left up and down Alastor’s right side.
“This should do the trick!” Vox remarked, a mischievous grin appearing on his face.
Alastor, unwilling to let go of his microphone, was forced to simply endure the attack, gripping Vox’s wrist with his free hand but unable to protect his side. His giggles turned to full-fledged laughter.
“VOHOHOHOX! STOHOHOP THIHIHIHIS IMMEHEHEHEDIATELY!” Alastor managed to say.
“But I thought you enjoyed getting my undivided attention! Isn’t smiling also like… your whole gimmick? I’m just helping you out! Giving you a reason to smile!”
Vox heard the amount of radio static coming from Alastor increase, just before he felt something wrap around his ankles.
The black tendrils secured themselves around Vox before hoisting him into the air, leaving the demon dangling upside-down.
The shock of the event caused Vox to lose his grip on Alastor’s microphone. Alastor collapsed onto the ground, remaining there for a few moments and regaining his breath, before standing to face Vox.
“The tides sure turned quickly, didn’t they, old pal~?” Alastor purred before placing his hands atop Vox’s ribs.
Vox’s heart rate increased. His plan of wrecking Alastor in an effort to get him to retaliate had worked. This is what he had been hoping for. Although, Vox did have to admit, he did enjoy tickling the stuffing out of the guy.
Alastor, with one hand, began lightly tracing his fingers back and forth across Vox’s ribs, moving slowly. With his other hand, Alastor dug his fingers roughly into the spaces between Vox’s ribs, moving quickly.
The duality of the feelings nearly caused Vox’s systems to crash within an instant.
He began laughing madly, unable to escape Alastor’s hands no matter which way he attempted to lean his dangling body.
“NOHOHO! AHAL-AHAHAHAHA! IHIHI’M GOHOHONNA-HAHAHAHA!” Vox attempted to speak, but found that he was barely able to form words.
“Didn’t quite catch that last part, friend!” Alastor said as his devilish grin grew. “Come on, tell me what you said! Don’t leave me hanging!”
Alastor mock-laughed at his own joke, as Vox’s voice began to glitch out.
“Whoops, don’t want to break the T.V. just yet~” Alastor sang out. Without removing his hands, Alastor switched techniques. The hand that was tracing began roughly digging, and vice versa.
A few small sparks of electricity flew from Vox’s head. He stopped attempting to threaten Alastor, as the intense feelings at his ribs clouded his mind. He simply continued to laugh hysterically until Alastor slowed his hands to a stop.
When Vox was once again able to focus his vision, he was met with the Radio Demon’s upside-down grin, stretched out very far. Alastor was clearly enjoying himself.
“It’s a shame I enjoy making people laugh so much. I may just have to keep you here forever, as my little captive audience~” Alastor cooed as he began lightly tracing a single finger around Vox’s stomach.
The light, teasy feeling was driving Vox insane. He had just been tickled to near insanity, but the current, faint sensation, coupled with Alastor’s infernal teasing, seemed to be just as effective in destroying the Overlord.
The buzz of television static began to fill the room as Vox was steadily giggling, trying to catch his breath a bit. Suddenly, the sound of the static gave Vox an idea.
With his arms free, Vox managed to swing himself within arm’s reach of Alastor, grabbing hold of his legs and thrusting them to the side. Alastor fell to the ground, catching himself on his hands. Vox then grabbed hold of Alastor’s ears, pressed them firmly up against his screen, and vibrated his head as violently as he could.
The sensation was completely foreign to Alastor. He didn’t have a cell phone, so he had never experienced the feeling of such a device vibrating against his body. Needless to say, the new sensation had an impact on Alastor.
“RAAAH-” Alastor yelped out in surprise, his radio filter disappearing completely, never before having experienced the sensation currently running through his ears.
The yelp was quickly replaced with laughter, however, as the vibrations from Vox’s screen seemed to reach each and every nerve in Alastor’s ears, lighting them up.
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Charlie was walking down one of the hotel’s hallways when she heard it. She wasn’t entirely sure, but she thought that she had just heard a scream come from one of the rooms. Curious, and a bit fearful, she walked towards the rows of doors, listening for another noise.
She was met with the sound of a loud crash, followed by what sounded like a scuffle. Beginning to slightly panic, she hurried down the hall, trying to figure out which room the sounds were coming from.
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Alastor was so overwhelmed by the attack on his ears that the tendrils holding Vox retreated, dropping him onto the floor with an audible thud. Vox stopped vibrating and released Alastor’s ears, slightly dazed after falling.
Alastor, face flushed, regained his composure and turned to Vox.
“Why, you little-” Alastor started as he grabbed Vox’s thighs, squeezing them tightly just as Vox had gotten his bearings.
“Dohohon’t yohohou dahahare!” Vox giggled out as he batted at Alastor’s hands.
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As Charlie moved closer to the source of the sounds, she heard someone speak.
“Ihihi’m gonna kihihill yohohou!”
She recognized the voice. It was Vox, member of the Three Vees and long-time rival of Alastor.
She suddenly realized that Alastor’s room was just down the hall, and that it must be the source of the noises.
She gasped.
Vox and Alastor must be fighting! A battle between those two could destroy the entire hotel!
Charlie went into full panic mode, and ran to Alastor’s room.
She braced herself before opening the door and bursting into the room.
“Alastor!” She cried out.
Charlie was greeted with the sight of Vox on the ground, laying on his back, with Alastor perched on top of him. Alastor was grazing his fingertips over Vox’s antennae, causing Vox to giggle uncontrollably, while trying to push away Alastor’s hands. Vox’s hat was discarded off to the side of the Overlords’ current position, and Alastor’s hair was a disheveled mess.
The two Overlords turned and looked at Charlie, Alastor removing his hands from Vox’s antennae.
Charlie blinked.
“Are… are you alright?” She asked.
“Never better, dear!” Alastor responded as Vox simply laid there, catching his breath.
“You’re not… fighting?” Charlie questioned further.
“Well, I wouldn’t quite say that.” Alastor responded again, as Vox started blushing, turning his gaze away from Charlie.
Charlie stood there for another moment before the pieces clicked into place.
“Oh. My. Gosh! Were you two having a tickle fight?! That’s adorable!” Charlie chimed, her usual bright and happy demeanor returning.
“We were not!” Vox frantically yelled out. “He was just… torturing me! I couldn’t get away, but I managed to turn the tables on him! Unfortunately, he turned them back, and here we are now.”
“Okay…” Charlie started, facing Vox, “but can’t you turn into electricity, Vox? Why didn’t you just escape that way?” She turned to Alastor. “And, Alastor, can’t you disappear into the shadows at any time? Why didn’t you just escape?”
The two Overlords shared a look, before turning their heads away from each other, blushing deeply.
Charlie continued.
“Oh my! You must enjoy having these fights! That is literally the cutest thing I have ever heard!”
Alastor and Vox both refused to look at Charlie, waiting for her to leave, until she said something that caught their attention.
“I have to tell the others about this! It’s too cute not to share!”
Charlie turned to the door, about to head out, when a black tendril appeared, swiftly shutting the door and blocking Charlie from accessing it.
“I don’t think that you will be doing any such thing, my dear.” Alastor said.
Charlie turned around and saw that both Alastor and Vox were standing, and heading in her direction.
“You see, Princess,” Vox said as he and Alastor approached Charlie, Alastor grasping her wrists and holding her in place, “my reputation is very important to me. I can’t have demons hearing certain… details, that may alter their opinions towards me.”
Vox began slowly dragging his claws up and down the length of Charlie’s sides, causing her to start giggling.
“W-wait! G-guys!” She giggled out.
“I would also prefer that certain things not be known by the general public.” Alastor said from behind Charlie.
More black tendrils appeared, wiggling up against Charlie’s stomach. Vox switched from dragging to spidering up and down Charlie’s sides. She began laughing.
“OHOHOKAY! OHOHOKAY! I WOHOHON’T TELL! PLEHEHEASE! EHEHEHE!”
“Are you sure~?” Alastor purred.
“You reeeeally promise?” Vox questioned in a teasing way.
“YEHEHES! YEHEHEHES! PLEHEHE-AHAHAHA!” Charlie pleaded as her laughter increased in pitch, one of the tendrils having found its way under her shirt and into her belly button.
Vox backed off, and the tendrils retracted, Alastor releasing Charlie’s wrists. She curled into herself, keeping her arms close to her body.
“I’ll leave you to it, then!” Charlie said, smiling.
She waved farewell and hurried out of the room.
I may not be able to share it, but this information will definitely come in handy later, Charlie thought to herself.
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“I’m not risking anyone else seeing this.” Vox said, picking up his hat as he made his way over to the window. “I’m out of here.”
“Until next time, old pal!” Alastor called out as Vox climbed out the window and down the side of the hotel.
Alastor shut and locked the window before returning to one of his arm chairs.
Alastor was glad that he had chosen Vox to help with his predicament a week ago. That decision had provided him with plenty of entertainment since then.
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Vox returned to the V Tower, Velvette and Valentino nowhere to be found. He went to his surveillance room and sat down in his chair
At long last, the strange feelings that arose after his encounter with Alastor were gone, and he could get back to his work.
One last thought crossed Vox’s mind before he started monitoring the footage from his cameras.
I should visit Alastor more often.
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Duckling
SFW Hazbin tk fic
Lee!Charlie, Ler!Lucifer
Obviously it should go without saying, but just in case, this is a strictly platonic father-daughter relationship
Summary: Lucifer reminisces about what moments he did get to have with Charlie, though upon realizing there's not many, he decides to make some more
I'm in my feels, I'm projecting :D sorry
Charlie looked up from her list of things to do around the Hotel, spotting her father. Deciding to take a break, she set the list down and jogged up to him. "Oh, dad! I was planning on watching this movie later, if you maybe wanted to watch it with me?" She asked, hopeful. Lucifer smiled up at his daughter, apologetically and took her hands. "Of course I would, Kiddo, but I'm in the middle of a project with my duck figurines. Maybe tomorrow though."
Her heart sank a little but she smiled back with a small nod. "Yeah, yeah that's no issue at all, Dad, it's okay. Tomorrow works." She gently tugged her hands away, picked up her list, and went back to work.
Lucifer couldn't help but feel bad turning her down. He did want to spend time with his little girl, but he also really wanted to finish this project. He was so close to being done with it, and it had to be perfect.
He headed back up to his room, shrugged his jacket off, and set his top hat on the rack nearby. As he sat down at his desk and picked up the duck figure, he thought back to the last time he had actually spent time with Charlie.
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"Chaaaarlie~! Where aaare youuu~?" The king sang out. A small giggle sounded from behind him. Of course he knew where she was, but he couldn't catch her too soon. It would spoil the fun.
He placed his hands on his hips and stayed turned around. "I guess I'll never find my little duckling at this rate. What a shame." He heard quiet shuffling behind him as a certain little Princess tried to sneak away. He turned around quickly and playfully growled, "Come back here!" She squealed and tried to run, but he was quick to scoop the child up, tickling her tummy and kissing her cheeks.
She squealed and giggled, trying to push her father's face away. "Dahaddy noho! I have ihit, I'll gihive it bahack!" Lucifer stopped with a smile, and held his hand out. The child reached into the pocket of her dress and pulled out a little duck figurine, decorated to look like herself. She placed it in his hand with a soft pout, which quickly went away as he kissed her forehead.
"It's not finished yet, Duckling, but you can play with it when I'm done, okie dokie?"
She smiled back at him. "Okie dokie."
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His eyes drifted to the old, faded, wooden duckling he had just been thinking about. It had been nearly two hundred years since then, leaving the paint cracked and faded, the dress tattered and worn, and the pig tails frizzy and a little messy.
He looked down at the duck in his hand. It also was made to look like Charlie. Only this time it had her bright red suit and ponytail.
Wow... Nearly two hundred years since I actively spent time with Charlie, and the one time she asks me to do something with her, I say no and instead opt to spend that time with a wooden representation of her.
He sighed, set the figurine down, scooted back from his desk, and left his room to go find his real daughter. As expected, she was back to working, looking down at her clipboard as she had just checked something off her list.
He walked up behind her and gently latched onto her ribs, just under her arms, grinning as she squealed and immediately dropped, her knees giving out due to shock; something she got from him. He followed her down, continuing to tickle her ribs and sides.
"I gotcha, Duckling!" He smiled, watching a familiar playful light return to her eyes. "Dahahad nohoho! Stahahap!" She squealed, pushing at his face the same way she used to. Lucifer tickled down her side, then skittered across her tummy, chuckling as she curled up into a ball around his hand, giggling.
She started to fight back more, pushing and gently slapping at his hands, while Lucifer just pushed back at hers and batted them out of the way to pinch at her ribs, earning another loud squeal that would dissolve into giggles.
He summoned his wings, reaching them over his shoulders to playfully brush at her tummy, neck, and ears. Charlie's giggles turned squeaky as she tried to swat him away. "Stohohop stohohop nohoho! Dahahad thihis ihihisn't fahahair! Wihihings are cheheating!" Lucifer chuckled at this. "Cheating? I wasn't aware there were rules suddenly." "Thehere ahahare, I'm thehe prihincess ahand I mahade them juhust nohow, ahand you're cheheheating!" The king laughed at this. She definitely took after him.
When he finally let up, she was still giggling, trying to calm herself down from the sudden attack. Lucifer helped her up, and started to tug her in the direction of the lobby. "Welp, come on, you said you had a movie to show me- Ah!" As soon as he mentioned the movie, Charlie raced ahead of him, now being the one to pull him toward the lobby. Easier for her since he was a full head shorter than she was.
Charlie practically tossed the surprised king to the couch and looked through her bag to find the movie she had been talking about. "Vaggie got a friend to bring it here, it's called 'Finding Nemo,' and this is what we're going to watch," she slide the tape into the weird VCR creature Alastor had made, then looked back at him, "Okie dokie?"
Lucifer gave a fond smile. "Okie dokie, Duckling."
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Heartstopper s 2 spoilers! ⚠️ (tk community)
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THIS IS SO CUTE OMFG 😭
(I think abt this all day)
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A More Enjoyable Assignment (tickle fic)
Fandom: Heartstopper
Summary: Nick loves to tickle Charlie, but he never lets Charlie tickle him back. Charlie would never admit it to anyone, but all he wanted to do was hear his boyfriend squirm and giggle and it was starting to drive him up the wall.
Forget homework - this Nick-related assignment was way more fun.
My first ever tickle fic! Quite nervous about posting this, so all (kind) feedback very much appreciated.
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Nick loved to tickle Charlie. This was common knowledge at this point. Charlie could barely make it through an hour in Nick's company before he was pounced on and his high-pitched babbling and squeals filled the air. Charlie would put up a dramatic fuss every time but honestly, he really didn't mind. And he could see from Nick's shit-eating grin just how much joy it brought him.
However, the main issue was that whenever Charlie reached out a retaliating hand to tickle Nick's side, or grabbed his knee to squeeze it, Nick would immediately employ Strong Rugby Arms and intercept his movements, never giving him the chance to properly get his revenge. He'd never admit it to anyone, but all Charlie wanted to do was hear his boyfriend squirm and giggle and it was starting to drive him up the wall.
One Sunday afternoon, they were studying on Nick's bedroom floor, music playing softly in the background. They lay on their stomachs alongside each other, hips and shoulders touching. Charlie had sunk so deep into quadratic equations that he was barely aware of his surroundings, until he felt the familiar sensation of fingers digging expertly, but gently, into his armpit. It took a few seconds for his brain to catch up and then he gasped and squirmed away.
“Nick!” he all but squawked. “You're such a menace.”
When he turned to look at him, Nick was scribbling on his own Geography paper, his face schooled into an unconvincing expression of concentration. Charlie scoffed.
“You're fooling literally no one at this point,” he said, rolling his eyes affectionately and tapping Nick gently on the forehead with his pen.
A smile spread slowly across Nick's face, and he suddenly grabbed for Charlie's hips with both hands and squeezed. This was one of his worst spots – which Nick knew, the arsehole – and Charlie immediately crumbled, attempting to curl into the foetal position on the floor while high-pitched squeals poured out of him.
“Stop it, stop it, stop it!” he cried, trying to wriggle away. Nick just chuckled and ignored him, spidering his fingers up his sides. “Ah fu – fuck, Nick, that tickles so m-much – please...” His arms were flailing wildly, trying to grab Nick's hands and slow his movements.
Nick grinned but paused for a second, clearly winding down so as not to completely overwhelm him, and Charlie saw his chance. He lunged for Nick's thigh but before he could get any leverage, Nick casually plonked his entire body across Charlie's on the floor, leaving him unable to move.
“Nah, I don't think so,” Nick said calmly.
“Oh, for god sake.”
They lay there for a few moments, Charlie catching his breath after the attack. Nick's pinning was clever in stopping him being able to move much, whilst carefully avoiding actually hurting him. Eventually, Nick lifted his weight off Charlie and they rolled onto their sides to face each other.
“You good?” Nick asked, giving him his trademark lopsided smile.
“Yeah,” Charlie said, returning the grin with ease. They just drank each other in for a few seconds. “But you always -” He started, but then faltered, embarrassed.
“Hmm?” Nick was suddenly frowning slightly, always able to read him like a bloody book. He reached for Charlie's hand, linking their fingers together.
“You don't -” Charlie blew out a breath, frustrated at his inability to form words. “You never let me tickle you back.”
“Oh!” Nick's face softened with understanding, and then he grinned. “I know.”
“But why?”
“It's just funny,” Nick shrugged. “And because you're cute when you're annoyed. And in general.”
Charlie would never get used to Nick's unabashed compliments. He felt his face heat up as a rush of warmth spread through his body. “Shut up.”
“And when you're flustered.” The lopsided smile of pure sunshine was back.
“Nick, stop it! It's not fair when I don't get to fluster you back.” Nick's grin just grew wider. “Are you even ticklish?” Charlie asked, his eyes roaming around the parts of Nick's body that he knew were his own worst spots. He leaned in to poke his stomach but as usual Nick was too quick for him, grabbing his wrist.
“Ah now, that would be telling,” Nick replied in a gentle tone.
Charlie groaned, and Nick laughed brightly. “Do you giggle? I bet you're a giggler.”
“Absolutely not.”
A thought occurred to Charlie, and he had a sudden flash of anxiety. “If you really hate being tickled then it's fine, I won't tickle you. I just thought -”
“Charlie,” Nick interrupted softly, running his thumb over Charlie's knuckles. “It's okay. I don't hate it. I just happen to be very very good at stopping you.”
“Well, I think it's mean of you to use Muscle 1 and Muscle 2 against me,” Charlie said sternly, poking each of them in turn with a finger.
Nick snorted. “Ah, but we both know that you like the arms.”
“Not in this context! Anyway, forget homework because this is my new assignment.”
Nick said nothing, just looked at him affectionately for a moment and then leaned across to kiss him. Charlie sank into it, but pulled back after a few moments to appraise him. “You scared?”
Nick pretended to mull it over. “Hmm... nope. But you should be.”
Charlie rolled his eyes, but then burst into surprised laughter a moment later as Nick dived for his knees.
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Charlie took this assignment very seriously – it was in his geeky nature, after all – and work began the very next day. He figured that the best tactic was to catch Nick off guard when he might not be able to react quickly enough to stop him. It was hardly the most well-thought-out plan but he didn't really have many other options.
His first attempt was first thing on Monday morning, in form room. Mr Lange was about to take the register and Nick was hastily completing his Geography homework that was (of course) due first thing.
“If only you'd finished this yesterday like a good student, instead of distracting us both with those magic fingers of yours,” Charlie whispered.
Nick just turned to him, raising an eyebrow at his inadvertent choice of words.
“Tickling fingers, I mean,” Charlie added, hastily and unnecessarily.
“I know,” Nick replied, entirely too innocently. “What else would you mean?”
Charlie gave him a look, but couldn't stop the grin that took over his face a moment later. Nick was winding him up, and it was on. When Nick turned back to his work, Charlie bit his lip in concentration, looking him up and down. The problem was that he didn't know where Nick's weak spots were, but the idea of finding out was more exciting than he'd care to admit.
Knees were normally a weak spot, right? And they were hidden under the desk where no one else could see what was going on. Probably a good place to start.
Charlie shuffled a bit closer to Nick on his chair – not unusual, so Nick didn't bat an eyelid, just continued writing. He reached out his left hand as surreptitiously as he could, shifting it under the desk towards Nick's right leg. Before he could overthink it and chicken out, Charlie reached for the fleshy part just above Nick's knee and squeezed.
He heard Nick's sharp intake of breath and felt his hand instantly shoot out and close around Charlie's hand.
“Excuse me!” Nick muttered, chuckling in surprise. “What do you think you're doing?”
“My new homework assignment,” Charlie answered, unable to keep the grin off his face. “Finding Nick's giggle.”
“Oh, I see how it is. Well, I'm pretty certain there was no giggle there, so good luck with that.”
“Well, that was just phase one. Plenty more to come.”
Nick just smirked. “Has anyone ever told you that you're weird?”
Charlie ignored him. “So, knees, seemingly ticklish – noted.”
Nick's expression changed then, to something that Charlie didn't like the look of. “Do you know who else has ticklish knees? My very weird boyfriend.” Before Charlie could blink, Nick's hand shot out to his knee and squeezed back, getting more leverage than Charlie had managed. The sudden and intense ticklish sensation shooting up Charlie's thigh produced a startled giggle in the mostly silent classroom that he couldn't stifle in time. He clapped a hand over his mouth, blushing.
“Charlie, Nick! Quiet down, please,” called Mr Lange.
When they caught each other's eye a second later, they both leant over their desks in silent laughter.
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The next day, they were studying in a quiet corner of the library during a free period, with their backs against the shelves and textbooks spread around them. Charlie had already finished his work but he was always happy to keep Nick company.
And if the opportunity arose, perhaps continue with his separate Nick-related assignment.
Twenty minutes in, Nick was on the final page of his history essay, with Charlie mostly watching him work, and chipping in with helpful information when he could. He started absent-mindedly trailing his finger along Nick's forearm, stroking back and forth. After a few minutes, Nick paused.
“You're being quite distracting, you know,” he smiled.
Charlie immediately withdrew, sheepishly. “Oh um, sorry.”
“No no, it's okay, it's, um – it's a nice type of distraction,” Nick said, flushing slightly. “You don't need to stop.”
Charlie looked at his feet, smiling shyly, and continued the soothing motions on Nick's arm. He felt Nick's relaxed exhale a moment later.
After a couple more minutes, Charlie was getting a little restless, and a slightly dangerous thought entered his mind. He looked down at Nick's side, perfectly exposed as his arms were raised to write in his book which was balanced on his bent knees.
He couldn't, could he?
Charlie took a look around – there was no one within sight, but the library wasn't empty. It was as quiet as you'd expect from such an environment. He slowly shifted his hand that was caressing Nick's arm, and casually moved it down to trail his fingers lightly over Nick's side instead. Nick immediately jerked away in surprise, but still no giggle – dammit.
Nick turned to look at him. “Don't you dare,” he said warningly, but Charlie could easily spot the amused glint in his eye.
“Don't what?” Charlie asked innocently. “Finish your homework.”
And surprisingly, Nick did. Bless his trusting soul. However, it was as he was writing the very last paragraph that Charlie just couldn't resist a second attempt. This time, he was determined to produce some sort of audible reaction from him. He knew he'd have to be quick because Nick would surely be expecting it at this point, and the rugby player had lightning-quick reactions. So Charlie waited until Nick was deep in concentration, scribbling away, before he reached for his side again and dug his fingers into the flesh more firmly. Nick didn't manage to move away quite as quickly this time and Charlie got a few good squeezes in - Nick's gasp and slight yelp were music to his ears.
“Oh I'm sorry, what was that?” Charlie asked, far too pleased with himself.
“You're ridiculous,” Nick retorted, but he was grinning widely. He'd only shifted to the left slightly, hadn't blocked Charlie's hand as he usually would, so Charlie decided to try his luck and moved up a little higher, feathering fingers over his ribs through his shirt. Nick's nose scrunched up adorably and a second later he was actually laughing – admittedly quietly, and it wasn't quite the uncontrollable giggle he was aiming for, but Charlie's heart still clenched at the adorableness of it as he watched Nick's eyes clench shut and felt him squirm against the sensations. He also noted that Nick could easily get away if he really wanted to, but he hadn't moved. Definitely not torture, then.
A few moments later, just as Charlie became bolder and travelled towards his armpit, Nick's hand finally came down to block him. “Ch – Charlie,” he managed around a soft gasp. “Stop.”
“Sorry, I didn't quite catch that?”
Nick rolled his eyes, breathing slightly heavily. “God, that was intense – I had to stop you before I really started cackling. We're in a library, you maniac.”
Charlie pouted dramatically. “But I wanted to hear you giggle.”
“Tough,” Nick replied, smiling. “Also, why do you keep doing this in places where we need to be quiet?”
“It's more fun that way.”
“I'm not sure if I like this new, rebellious Charlie.” The lingering kiss Nick gave him a second later was a pretty strong argument to the contrary.
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After his recent success, Charlie abandoned his mission for a few days. The plan was to lull Nick into a false sense of security, but based on the way he put up almost no resistance in the library, Charlie probably didn't have much to worry about. The memory gave him a little thrill whenever he thought about it. However, he still hadn't fully scratched that itch and he was nothing if not determined.
On Friday night, Nick was round at Charlie's house and they were sitting on the edge of his bed, mostly making out and occasionally playing Mario Kart. Charlie won every time, of course. After his third loss, Nick was so worked up that he thwacked Charlie in the face with a pillow and Charlie couldn't stop cackling.
“I'm really never gonna let you win, you know,” Charlie said firmly, after he'd calmed down.
Nick sighed. “Yeah, I know.” He flopped backwards onto the bed dramatically. “Maybe we need to find a game I'm good at.”
“Sorry, not sorry.” He looked at Nick out of the corner of his eye. “I feel like you need some stress relief.”
Nick raised his head from his lying position. “Are you going to give me a massage?” he asked, all hopeful puppy dog eyes.
Charlie giggled, shaking his head. “Maybe later. I've got a better idea.” He deftly climbed onto the bed and sat himself on Nick's calves, facing him. “A cliche once told me that laughter is the best medicine, so I think we should test that theory.”
Nick just frowned as he watched him. “Charlie...”
“Are you seeing where I'm going with this?” Charlie asked, smirking at Nick's adorably confused expression.
“I'm not sure, but it definitely doesn't seem like I'm about to get a massage.”
A thought struck Charlie. “Okay, fine, I'll give you a massage. How about a... foot massage?”
Nick's eyes widened. “Um, no, I'm – I'm good actually.”
Bingo. “Oh really? Why's that, then?”
“Um...” Nick sat up slightly and tried to move his legs, but they barely budged with Charlie's full body weight on top of them. His fate seemed to fully dawn on him then and he flopped backwards, hands covering his face and a nervous laugh bubbling out of him. “Shit.”
“So first thing's first – socks. You won't be needing those.” Charlie reached behind him and, with some skill considering he couldn't see what he was doing, slowly peeled off Nick's socks one at a time. Even just these simple movements caused Nick's feet to twitch slightly, and Charlie bit back a smile. He'd surely hit the jackpot here.
“Would you mind telling me what you're doing?” Nick asked, clearly attempting to give him the stink eye through the gaps in the hands covering his face.
Charlie thought about it. “Homework,” he said simply, before reaching back to run a single finger gently along the arch of Nick's bare foot. The reaction was immediate and delicious – the scrunching of the toes, the panicked gasp of “Charlie!”. Charlie chuckled and brought his hand back in front of him.
“This is so unfair,” Nick whined, trying again to shift his feet but with absolutely no success.
“Consider it payback for the many times you've reduced me to a squealing mess.” He leaned closer, to whisper in Nick's ear. “You're about to get wrecked, Nelson.”
“I – no – come on, please -”
“Begging already, are we?”
“Will it make you stop?”
“Definitely not. We have to find that giggle.” He paused, struck with a sudden thought. “Oh and by the way, your safeword is bubblegum.”
“I – okay – but Charlie -” Nick screwed his eyes shut. The anticipatory giggles were already starting to sneak their way out of him, and Charlie's heart melted at the sound. He leaned forward again to press a kiss to the tip of Nick's nose.
“You're so fucking cute – I haven't even started yet,” Charlie smiled.
“Yeah, but -” Nick ran his fingers through his hair anxiously. “My feet are so ticklish, I might actually die.”
“Well, the ticklish truth is finally coming out. Also, you definitely won't die. Now stop distracting me.” He reached behind him again with his right hand, hovering close to Nick's foot for a few moments for dramatic effect. Nick groaned loudly as the seconds passed.
“Such a tease...” he muttered.
When Charlie could hold back no longer, he went straight for Nick's arch with purpose, scribbling his fingers vigorously over the soft skin. To his delight, Nick fell to pieces instantly, emitting a high-pitched squeal that Charlie had definitely never heard him make before. It was immediately followed by chuckles which quickly turned into desperate, breathy giggles as Charlie moved up to scratch at the back of his toes.
“No no no no no, Charlie ple - hease -” Nick spat out through giggles, his face scrunched up in a beautiful combination of euphoria and torture. His hands gripped the pillow behind his head. Charlie didn't let up, focusing in on the base of his big toe that was evidently incredibly ticklish based on the strangled cry he let out, and in a moment of pure evil, Charlie reached behind him with his other hand and attacked both big toes at once, producing a new bout of uncontrollable laughter. He didn't turn around as he didn't want to miss a second of Nick's helpless reactions.
“Yep, this is how I d-die,” Nick managed to get out, writhing from side to side in ticklish desperation.
“How does it feel, Nick? Do you promise never to tickle me again?” Charlie knew he didn't actually want this, but he also knew Nick would never agree to it either.
“I can never p-promise that – oh god, stohohop -” Charlie had moved back down to the arches of his feet in just the right spot, and Nick's hips bucked as the giggles poured out in a constant stream. Charlie wished he could bottle the sound. He focused on the killer spots of Nick's feet for a solid few minutes, often giggling along with him as he worked his magic, but listening carefully for any utterances of the safe word. It was only when Nick's laughter turned completely silent that he let up. He pulled his hands back to his front but stayed perched on Nick's legs, watching him recover fondly.
“I hate you,” Nick said weakly, a few moments later. “I also love you, but I hate you. Just so you know.”
Charlie just grinned and leaned forward to lie gently on top of him, resting his chin on Nick's chest. “I love you too,” he said, suddenly feeling bashful and overwhelmed with affection. “I can't really deal with how cute you are.”
Nick just rolled his eyes and smiled at him. “Do you know who else is cute? My very ticklish boyfriend.” And Charlie should have predicted what would happen next as Nick's hands reached greedily for his sides.
He wasn't really complaining.
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What Goes Around Comes Around
Third and finale part to Rough Day and Bonding Exercise.
Summary: Charlie is ecstatic her bonding exercise idea worked. Though, it might have worked a little too well, as she, Vaggie, and Alastor soon find out.
TW: Tickling, Swearing, Angel Dust being Angel Dust, Australian Slang and Swears
Disclaimer: I do not support V*v*z*epop, I simply like the characters and exploring their dynamics, usually in silly ways.
“Are you okay, Angel?” Charlie asked as she patted his side. Said spider was currently curled up on himself, trying to get rid of any lingering ticklish sensations.
“F-Fucking… peachy Charlie.” The pornstar replied, waving one of his many hands. “You’re both evil.”
“C’mon, like you didn’t enjoy yourself.” Vaggie teased, which made Angel’s face go slightly pink. “Otherwise you would have asked us to stop sooner.”
“Oh, fuck off!”
Charlie couldn’t help but laugh at the scene before her.
“Oh, you think this is funny, princess?” Angel Dust asked, a mischievous look in his eyes. “I’ll give ya something to laugh about!”
Before Hell’s Princess could react, the spider’s hands were already upon her, his upper ones tickling her ribs, while his lower ones squeezed her sides. The reaction was immediate, Charlie letting the giggles flow out of her. She kind of expected this retaliation, but it was okay. That was the point of the exercise!
“W-Wahhahaait Ahahahahangel!”
“Wait for what? For ya to tickle me again? Fat chance!”
Charlie squealed, kicking her legs out as she did. It was obvious to see that the Princess of Hell was enjoying this little ‘exercise’, laughing her heart out and not even trying to push the spider away. Vaggie couldn’t help but chuckle in response. It was no secret that Charlie loved silly activities like this, given the many tickle fights the two had during their three years together.
“Don’t bully my girlfriend too much.” Vaggie warned, getting a bit closer to watch Charlie.
“Oh, I won’t.” Angel said, removing the arms on his left side from Charlie. “After all, there’s two people I need to get back.”
That was all the warning the bodyguard got as both Angel’s left hands started tickling her. She jolted from the touch, biting her lip and trying not to laugh. Vaggie was the bodyguard of the hotel, for fuck’s sake, she couldn’t let anyone know (save for Charlie who already knew), that she was ticklish! But damn Angel and his extra hands! It was unfair!
“Didn’t think I could focus on two people at once~?” Angel asked, moving his hands toward Vaggie’s stomach. “Do you even know me?”
“Anahahahahangel yoohohoohhoh diihihihihck!” Vaggie cried out, causing the spider to gasp in mock shock.
“A dick? Now is that any way to talk to someone who’s making you and cha cha laugh~?”
“Vahahahahahggihihihie beheheheh nihihihihice!”
“Sthahahahahay ohohohohout ohohohof thihihihis, Chahahaharlie!”
“Uh oh, the girls are fighting~”
It was completely unfair that Angel could tickle both of them at once! While the hands on his right side started moving to Charlie’s hips, the hands on his left went toward Vaggie’s ribs. The spider then decided to switch it up, using both his upper arms to slowly drag on the bodyguard’s ribs, while his lower ones drilled into the Princess’ hips.
The reactions he got were very promising.
“ANAHAHAHAHNGEL IIHIIHIHHIH’M GOHOOHOHHING TO FUUHUHUHCKING KIHIHIHIHLL YOOHOHOHU!”
“WAHAHAHAIT WAHAHAIT-” *bleat!*
“Oh my fucking God.” Angel’s face broke into a wide, evil grin. “You fucking bleated! Like a damn goat!”
“DOHOHOHOHON’T THEHEHHEEASE MEHEHEHEHE!”
“Hey, either of you ever heard the ‘itsy bitsy spider’ song~?”
"DOOHOHOHOHOHON'T!" Both girls pleaded.
"Man, you both make this too easy~"
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“Well, Husker, I have to say that was quite entertaining!” Alastor mused as the bartender caught his breath.
“May…Maybe for you, you sadistic asshole.” Husk said, glaring slightly at the Overlord, who simply shrugged.
“You can’t deny you’ve enjoyed yourself, Husker.” The Radio Demon teased, that smug grin never leaving his face.
“Well, I’m about to enjoy this a lot more.” The bartender said, still glaring at Alastor, but now with a malicious smile.
Before Alastor could react, Husk’s tail had wrapped around his ankle, dragging the taller demon over to him. The Overlord quickly realized what was about to happen, trying to free himself from the cat demon’s grasp.
“Don’t do anything you’ll regret.” Alastor warned, his normally terrifying smile twitching into a more nervous one.
“Big talk for someone who’s just as sensitive.” Husk teased, before poking at the deer’s sides.
The reaction was instant, Alastor freezing up before biting his lip. He really should have seen this coming, and perhaps he did. Afterall, if he truly hated it, he would have already teleported out of Husk’s hold, or mauled the bartender for even daring to try. Still, that didn’t mean he’d actually admit that, as he tried to shove Husk off him.
“R-Rehehehelease me at on-AHAHAHAHA!”
Husk’s hands made their way to Alastor’s hips, digging his claws into the sensitive area. The Radio Demon’s laughter poured out in earnest as he tried to grab Husk’s hands. The bartender simply kneaded his hands a bit harder into the deer’s hips, causing another scream of laughter.
“Damn, boss, no wonder you hate being touched.” Husk hummed “Imagine people finding out you’re this ticklish.”
“Huhuhuhusker! Dohohohohn’t tehehehease me!” Alastor exclaimed, kicking his legs a bit.
“What? You think I’m stupid enough to tease you?” Husk asked, greatly amused. “I’m just stating some facts, boss.”
Alastor attempted to protest, but he was cut off by the feeling of the feathered end of Husk’s tail tickling his stomach, making him shriek. He could feel it even through his shirt, the Radio Demon’s stomach was just that ticklish. Alastor mentally cursed Charlie for this ridiculous bonding idea, despite the fact he agreed to it.
Husk, meanwhile, hummed a bit as he poked and prodded at his boss’ hips, deciding to torment him there for a few more moments. Alastor then felt him stop, though the bartender’s tail was still tickling his stomach, before feeling Husk turn toward his legs. A screech of panicked radio static came from his throat.
“H-Huhuhuhusker wahahait! W-Whehehhe cahahaan tahahahalk about thihihihis!” Alastor attempted to plead as the bartender took off his shoes.
“Sure, you talk Boss.” Husk said, turning to give the Radio Demon a grin. “And I’ll tickle.”
The way Alastor howled as Husk slowly dragged his claws up and down the deer hooves was almost enough to make the bartender worry people would think he was killing the deer, until pleas of laughter burst forth, Alastor’s voice switching between radio static and his actual voice. It probably didn’t help matters that his tail was still tickling his boss’ stomach.
“You know, you can blame Rosie for me knowing this.” Husk told the Radio Demon, chuckling at his reactions.
“IHIHIHIHIH’M GOOHOHOHHING TOHOHOHOH EHEHEHEND HEHEHEHEER!”
“No you won’t.”
Alastor hated when Husk was right. He could never truly stay mad at the Cannibal Overlord for long, even if she had betrayed him and told both his ‘employees’ of his ticklish nature, and where to tickle to get him screaming. Despite it all, the deer could feel his tail wagging slightly under his coat, another reason he kept it hidden.
“Hey, you were giving me shit about my wings before, but your hooves are even worse off.” Husk mused, pressing into the pads. “Maybe I should tell Niffty about that~”
“IIHIHIHIH WOHOHOOHOHN’T HIHIHIIHIF YOOHOHOHOU WOOHOHOHN’T!” Alastor pleaded.
“Sure you won’t.” Husk chuckled. “You won’t directly tell her anything, but I know you, fucker. You’ll drop hints about it to her.”
“NOHOHOHOH IHIHIHIHDEHEHEHEA WHAHAHAHAT YOOHOHOHU MEHEHEHEAN!”
“Maybe I should tell her to clean your ears too, make sure you can actually hear shit.”
“HUHUHUHUHUSKER!”
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Once Angel Dust and Husk had decided their revenge was thoroughly gotten, they had let their victims go. All five of them then met up with each other on the way back to the hotel lobby. Vaggie and Charlie had their hands on each other’s hips, Angel and Husk were walking close together, while Alastor simply strode close by, using his microphone as a cane.
“I mean, I also need to get Niffty back for tickling me in the first place.” Angel said, chuckling at the idea.
“Tough shit, legs.” Husk began, slightly amused by Angel’s confused expression. “She ain’t ticklish.”
“Bullshit!”
“I’m afraid it’s true, my arachnid companion.” Alastor butted in, twisting his head toward the spider’s direction. “Our darling little Niffty isn’t the slightest bit ticklish!”
“Dammit!” Angel huffed. “That’s just unfair! Someone small and dangerous like her shouldn’t have that much power!”
“Try telling that to him.” Husk said, nodding his head toward Alastor’s direction.
“I’m insulted you think it’s my fault she’s like this.” Alastor said, placing a hand to his chest in mock hurt.
“Remind me not to give her any excuse to try with us, then.” Vaggie said tiredly. “Also you want to talk about unfair? How about the fact you have four arms?!”
“Six.” Angel corrected, popping out his third set of arms, which waved to the bodyguard, before pulling them back into his body. “Be happy I didn’t decide to use them on you and cha cha.”
“Though, I assume for balance, all of your underarms are terribly ticklish?” Alastor asked, his grin spreading wider as Angel sputtered in response, the pornstar’s face turning pink.
Before Angel could come up with a good comeback, all of them heard the sounds of someone screaming. They ran toward the source, each ready to fight whatever or whoever was attacking someone, only to be surprised by the sight of Niffty, dusting off Sir Pentious like she had done to Angel earlier.
“Ssssoohohohohomeohhohone gehehehehet hehehher ohohohohff ohohohohf mehehehe!” The snake pleaded, trying his best to grab the agile maid.
“You’re dirty!” Niffty replied, moving the duster toward his hood.
“Miihihihihisss Boohohohohmb, pleheheheesssehehhe hehehelp!”
“Nah, you’re on your own, mate.” Cherri Bomb replied, the others having not noticed her due to Sir Pentious’ reaction. She noticed them though. “Angie! Ya bitch, care to explain why tiny here is on a cleanin’ crusade?”
“She’s always like that.” Angel told her.
“Bloody ace.” Cherri replied sarcastically. “Pen and I just got back and apparently the shelia’s offended by how ‘dirty’ we are.”
“NOOHOHHOOT THEHEHEHERE!” Sir Pentious squealed as Niffty got to his neck.
“Well, perhaps this is an opportunity.” Alastor said, grinning.
“For what?” Husk asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Well, our newest residents haven’t joined in on our little ‘bonding’ exercise!” Alastor said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “It wouldn’t be fair to let them miss out, after all!”
“Oohoho, you hear that, sugar tits?” Angel asked, wiggling his fingers at Cherri, who immediately reacted.
“Angie, I’m fuckin’ warnin’ ya!” She said, going on the defensive. “I’ll make sure ya bloody regret it!”
“I’ll take my chances.”
“Especially since he won’t be the only one helping.” Vaggie said with a grin, immediately tackling the cyclops. “Consider this revenge for blowing up our wall last week.”
“You’re still whingin’ about that?!”
“It did take some time for us to fix it.” Alastor mused, though instead of heading over to Cherri, he instead made his way toward Sir Pentious. “Niffty darling, may Husker and I be of assistance?”
“Of course, Alastor!” niffty said excitedly, ceasing her ticklish onslaught temporarily.
Sir Pentious caught his breath. “T-thank you, misssster Radio Demon ssssssssir.”
“Oh ho, don’t thank me yet.” Alastor said with a teasing tone. “Consider this revenge for ruining my coat, and for trying to spy on us for the Vees.”
“He did what?!” Husk exclaimed.
“Oops, did no one tell you~?” Alastor asked.
“Now guys, we aren’t doing this to be mean.” Charlie tried to plead, but she couldn’t deny her own mischievous grin growing on her face. “Even if it is a kind way to punish them.”
“Oooh, Princess has a dark side~?” Cherri asked. “Kink- whahahaait!”
“Don’t talk about my girlfriend like that.” Vaggie growled as she dug her hands into the cyclops’ armpits. “Only I get to talk to her like that~”
“Wow, you struck a nerve, Cherri.” Angel said with a chuckle, coming over and grabbing Cherri’s arms to pull them up and out of Vaggie’s way. “After you, vagina.”
“Getting you back for that later.” Vaggie threatened.
“Ahahahahanghiihihihe yohohohoohu cuhuhuhuhunt!”
Charlie gasped. “We don’t use that kind of language in the hotel!” She tsked, coming over to help her girlfriend and first patron. “Guess we’ll just have to tickle it out of you~!”
“Charlie, we swear all the fucking time.” Angel deadpanned.
“Well, not that word!”
“Now, Niffty.” Alastor asked as he held Sir Pentious. “Where haven’t you tried yet~?”
“M-Misssster Radio Demon, pleassssse reconssssid-”
“I haven’t touched his tail yet.” Niffty answered.
“Wonder if this would work.” Husk hummed, using the feathered end of his tail to stroke Sir Pentious’ own.
The results were much better than expected.
“WAHAHAHAIT NOHOHOHOHO!”
“Goodness me, quite a weakness!” Alastor teased. “Imagine your idols finding out about this~”
“Come on Boss, don’t be too much of an asshole.” Husk said jokingly.
“I wouldn’t dream of it, Husker!”
“Not going to call you a liar, only because I don’t even know if you sleep.”
“Your concern is duly noted.”
Charlie was happy everyone was having fun and getting along. She needed to remember to put ‘weekly bonding exercises’ on their hotel schedule. For now, however, she was enjoying herself as much as everyone else, laughing along and tickling people to her heart’s content. She was sure the residents of the Hazbin Hotel would be redeemed in no time.
#hazbin hotel tickling#hazbin hotel tickle#tickle fic#tickle#ler!angeldust#lee!charlie#lee!vaggie#ler!husk#lee!alastor#ler!vaggie#ler!charlie#ler!niffty#ler!alastor#lee!cherri bomb#lee!sir pentious#timeline what timeline#if you saw me say before I had writer's block no you didn't
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So apparently I couldn’t wait until S2
So if Zach’s speaking voice is Charlie’s voice does this mean Charlie has his laugh because if so that is fucking tremendous news
#smiling friends tickles#sf tickles#lee!charlie#ticklish!charlie#ler!pim#tickling#ticklish#t content#t word community#t word#t word content
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LOOOOK we got the TINIEST tk scene in the first scene of heartstopper that netflix released (watch the bottom right corner 🥺)
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❤︎❌ || theres something that i've been dying to say , more than anything ♪ /lyr
♡ lee ! charlie ( she / her ) , ler ! vaggie ( she / they )
[ this is a SFW tickle fic . NSFW DNI / DNF ]
-- warnings >> mouth tickles , light swearing
this is a ... requested ... fanfic .
..... 796 words , 5,049 characters
I Love You
Charlie lay in bed , glaring up at the ceiling as she pondered . Today was the day that she and Vaggie went to Heaven . She couldn't say she wasn't excited , but she sure was nervous . What if they said no ? What if they didn't believe in her cause , and her people had to go through another extermination ? She was scared .
She sighed , turning on her side to see Vaggie laying beside her . She smiled softly just at the sight of them . She was so beautiful ... how did she end up with such a gorgeous person like them ?
" Hmm... hey , babe .. " Charlie was snapped out of her trance when Vaggie spoke , rubbing their eye slowly and looking back at her . " Morning , Vaggie , " Charlie smiled , leaning to press a kiss to their forehead .
" You're up early ... it's only six . " Vaggie said , looking back and checking the clock . " I know , I'm just ... I've been thinking , " Charlie said , looking back up at the roof .
" Our meeting with Heaven is in a few hours , and I'm just ... really nervous . I don't think I can do this . What if they say no ? What if I mess up .. and make a fool of myself in front of Heaven ? " Charlie explained . " I want to rehabilitate these sinners - but what if it really can't be done ? What if my dumb hotel really won't work , and I can't really stop the extermination from happening every year ? " Charlie spilled with a frown , tears pricking at her eyes .
" Hey , look at me . " Vaggie said , placing a hand on Charlie's cheek . " It'll be okay , babe ... I You'll convince them , I'm sure of it . " Vaggie said , bringing Charlie into a hug . She teared up , and squeezed . " Oh .. I love you so much , Vaggie ... Thank you ... " Charlie sighed , giving Vaggie a peck on the cheek .
Vaggie smiled , but she could tell Charlie still had the thought on her mind . To which suddenly , they caught an idea . " I know what I can do to help you , " Vaggie said , and with a smirk she began scribbling over Charlie's sides .
Charlie gasped , before bursting out in laughter . " SHIhihiHIT ! Vahahaggie , nooohoho ! " The Princess of Hell squealed as Vaggie straddled her waist , their fingers spidering under her blouse and scratching her belly .
Charlie squirmed beneath Vaggie as she threw her head back in laughter . " VAHAHAGGIEE ! PleheAhAHASE ! " The princess squealed as Vaggie's fingers scribbled up and down her sides . " You don't have to worry about Heaven right now . The meeting isn't for another few hours , so let's have our time . " Vaggie chuckled as she lifted Charlie's shirt , leaning down and blowing a raspberry directly on her stomach .
" VAHAHAGGIEHEHEE ! IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES ! " Charlie squealed out , squirming . But she wasn't trying at all to make it stop , let alone say the word ' stop ' . Vaggie lifted her head , smiling down at their girlfriend as they continued to quickly spider along her sides .
" I don't see you fighting back . And plus , you haven't asked me to stop once yet . You're obviously enjoying this , babe . " Vaggie chuckled .
" NOOHOHO ! " Charlie whined out , a huge smile on her face as she gently kicked her feet . Vaggie smiled down at her , their heart practically melting as they looked at their girlfriend . Happy , smiling , laughing all her problems away .
" Do you really want me to stop ? " Vaggie asked teasingly . " AHAHA -- NOHOHO ! " Charlie's face went red as she squealed happily . Vaggie's heart melted as she looked down at Charlie . " You're so gorgeous . " Vaggie grinned , leaning down and giving Charlie a gentle kiss on the forehead .
Vaggie's hands moved down to squeeze at Charlie's thighs , and then back up to her ribs . Their nails scribbled between each of her ribs , as Charlie smiled brightly with laughter .
Charlie gasped with a cackle as Vaggie began to nibble over her sides . " VAHAHAGGIE ! " She bucked her hips , throwing her head back in laughter . They began giggling along , blowing a raspberry in the centre of Charlie's belly , where her belly button would be .
Charlie shrieked and laughed a little while longer , before Vaggie finally lifted her head . They only left their fingers gently spidering over Charlie's sides . She caught her breath slowly but surely , softly giggling with tears forming in her eyes .
Vaggie's hands stopped , moving up to wipe the tears from Charlie's rose pink eyes . " You are ... so beautiful . " Vaggie smiled , their head leaning toward her face . The two touched noses , before locking into a gentle kiss .
Charlie held Vaggie's cheek as the kiss broke off . " Thank you , Vaggie .. " She smiled , before airily mumbling , " I really hope they'll say yes . "
Vaggie nods . " They will , babe . You'll convince them . I promise . "
" I think I'm feeling better now ... Are you ready to pack ? " Charlie asked , her eyes sparkling . Vaggie chuckled , before nodding , " Yeah . we should ... probably start doing that . " Her smile slowly disappearing as she spoke .
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Prompt #33 for N & C ler/lee please
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Prompt #33: "Oh? You want me to tickle you that badly?"
Missing You Making Me Laugh
Two weeks away from each other was enough.
Charlie had known Nick was going on holiday with his family well in advance. Nick had told him about his family's tradition of traveling to Menorca every year to get together with the rest of his extended family, and how one day he wanted to take Charlie with him. Even a few hours apart from one another at school was agonizing for the both of them in general, so two weeks in different countries was absolute hell.
Luckily, Nick had kept his promise of calling Charlie every night to talk to him, checking in on his mental health back home and updating him about his cousins' antics around the vacation house. He'd send him pictures of the dogs together, him and other relatives, and so on, but Charlie still felt lonely without the older boy next to him.
He wasn't afraid to let his boyfriend know how he felt when he'd call, and every time Nick would answer with, "I know, I miss you too. It's only a few more days and I'll be back." Then he'd give him that classic, charming Nick Nelson smile that always stole Charlie's heart.
It wasn't just Nick's company Charlie was missing. It was something else. Something that made Charlie blush whenever he thought about it, giddiness and nerves overtaking him on the inside.
Charlie was known by his friends to be extremely ticklish. He, Tao, Elle, and Isaac had had their fair share of tickle fights and ambushes, and for as long as he could remember, Charlie very nearly was always being ganged up on. He couldn't help it, of course. He'd always been a walking tickle spot since he was little, Tori taking advantage of it as her duty of being the older sibling. It was something he'd tried and obviously had failed at hiding from Nick once they began dating, more out of embarrassment than anything.
When Nick had figured out Charlie's ticklishness, he'd gushed about how adorable he found it and that it just added to one of the things he loved best about him.
Charlie had been extremely embarrassed at first, but slowly became comfortable with the fact that Nick wasn't weirded out by him. In fact, Nick tickled him at almost every chance he got, almost anywhere they were. It made Charlie feel overjoyed by the fact that someone wasn't afraid to be physically affectionate with him, even if it meant being at the receiving end of it all.
But now, Charlie almost felt starved by this absence. He didn't have Nick whispering teases into his ear as he held him close against his chest. He didn't have him chasing him around his house and cornering him before tickling him into hysterics. He missed Nick's goofy self whenever he got into his moods, and he wanted it more than anything. And he needed that now.
He was currently sitting at his desk in his bedroom, on one of his daily calls with his boyfriend. The sun was setting through the window, and Charlie knew he didn't have much time until he needed to get ready to head off to bed. He could hear Nick talking about his afternoon, helping to babysit the younger of his cousins, but he wasn't truly listening. His thoughts kept going to that one specific thing he had on his mind all day.
"Charlie?" On the screen, Nick's face was filled with concern, his head tilted slightly. "What's wrong? You look all flushed."
Charlie cleared his throat, "I-I'm fine." Then as an afterthought, "Sorry."
"No," Nick shook his head, his eyes narrowing. "No S-words from you, sir. I thought we banned that word for good."
Charlie bit his lip, his heart racing in his chest. "Oh yeah, I forgot. Sorry."
Nick wasn't oblivious. He could see the beginning of that cheeky smirk even through the screen of his phone.
"Charles Francis Spring," He said slowly, causing Charlie to shiver in his chair, "Are you purposely trying to rile me up right now?"
Charlie felt like his whole being was on fire from how hard he was blushing. Even through the phone screen he couldn't look Nick in the eye.
"Talk to me. What are you thinking in that pretty little head of yours?"
"I-I-" the younger swallowed, adrenaline pumping through his veins. He knew Nick had caught on to what he wanted. Of course he had. Nick could read Charlie like an open book. It felt like he was right there in his bedroom with him.
"Is there something you want from me?" Nick couldn't help his own smirk from appearing on his face, raising an eyebrow at his boyfriend teasingly.
"Stooop," Charlie whined, covering his face with his hands, a nervous giggle escaping his lips.
"I'm just asking a question!" Nick laughed, and Charlie shook his head, still hiding his face. After a moment of silence, Nick leaned in a little. "Charlieee..."
"Do I have to say it?" Charlie asked, finally peaking through his fingers at his boyfriend and trying not to combust.
"I'd love to hear it."
They kept their eyes locked with one another, both of them grinning like idiots. Finally, Charlie let out a long sigh, looking down at his hands.
"I- I want you to..." His voice was barely audible, and Nick chuckled as he trailed off. "What? I'm sorry, you want me to...?"
"You know what." Charlie said playfully exasperated, and Nick crossed his arms over his chest, remaining silent.
Charlie's leg was bouncing under his desk, and he let out another sigh, squirming in his seat. "Iwantyoutotickleme."
"Again?"
He rolled his eyes. "I want you to... tickle me."
"And it finally comes out." Nick leaned back again in his chair, looking at his boyfriend smugly.
"Shut up."
"Oh? You want me to tickle you that badly? You miss me teasing you and playing with you? You miss me making you laugh so hard you can barely breathe? You miss me making you all flustered to the point you can't speak in complete sentences?"
"Shut up!" Charlie squealed, closing his eyes as nervous giggles began pouring out of his mouth. He could almost feel the sensation of Nick poking at him playfully, and it was driving him nuts.
"Oh Char, just you wait until I get back. Because I miss it too. I've nearly gone insane without hearing your adorable laughter. I miss seeing you squirm underneath me. So as soon as I get home, you better be ready. We'll have to make sure my mum isn't home. She'll think I'm murdering you."
"Nicholas, I will hang up on you." Charlie threatened, though by the tone of his voice, Nick knew he wasn't serious. However, he decided to egg him on once more. "Go ahead. That'll just seal your fate even more."
"Ugh, stop!" Charlie grabbed his phone, both boys laughing at this point. "You're impossible!"
"Okay, okay." Nick raised his hands, finally relenting. "You're just too cute to not tease you."
Charlie scoffed, moving to his bed and falling onto his back, his phone raised above him. "You're a menace, you know that?"
"Oh, I know." Nick winked, and Charlie felt his heart flutter in his chest. "Anyways, I have to get going. My family's going to be eating dinner soon. I'll talk to you tomorrow."
"Okay." Charlie felt slightly disappointed. He always hated hanging up with Nick at the end of a call.
Nick must've sensed his change of moods, and his expression softened. "Only a few more days, mon amour." He whispered, and Charlie nodded.
"Only a few more days."
#heartstopper#heartstopper tickle#heartstopper tickle fic#netflix#lgbtq#charlie spring#nick nelson#ler!nick#lee!charlie#teasing#gay#bisexual
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YAYYY thank you can I request a ler!angel and alastor x lee!charlie?
N☁️ anon
Of course my dear anon! Enjoy!
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Alastor had just got back to the Hotel for the afternoon. He had just finished having tea with Rosie; which was always an exquisite experience. Everything seemed to be all nice and dandy… but there was no sign of Charlie.
“Nifty, my dear, have you seen our Princess around here?” Alastor asked the little lady, but she just shook her head no.
“I was actually gonna pay her visit right about now. You care to join Al?” Angel Dust, one of the hotel’s residents, leaned in to ask.
“I guess I could… accompany you; as I also wish to speak with her.” Alastor said as they started walking to the Princess’ room.
When they arrived at the closed door, they looked at each other, then back at the door.
“Should we knock? Or should we, just barge in!” The spider-like demon asked.
“Knocking is always more polite Angel.” As the Radio Demon said that, he gently knocked in the door.
They waited for about 20 seconds. Nothing, not even a shuffle. Alastor knocked a second time. And still, absolutely nothing.
“Sooooo… can we barge in now?” Angel asked, smirking a bit.
“I guess….” Alastor sighed, opening the door.
Inside the room, Charlie was wrapped up in two layers of blankets on her bed. Razzle and Dazzle were cuddled up at the foot of her bed.
“Should we wake her up?” Angel whispered to Al.
“I guess we could…”
“Alright! HEY CHARL-” Angel was cut off by Alastor.
“I have a better solution.” Alastor smirked as he whispered his plan.
Angel smiled excitedly, his eyes lighting up as they walked towards the girl.
She snored a bit as the two men sat on either side of her.
They braced themselves and then….
“Wake Up Princess!” Both men cheered as they dug their fingers into her sides.
“W-whahahahahahaha?! Whahahat’s hahappehenihing?!” The princess giggled out, hugging her torso.
“Well my dear, me and Angel have decided to wake you up.” Alastor glee was present in his statement.
“Yeah! Everyone knows tickling is the BEST way to wake someone up~”
“Nohoho ihihihihihihit’s nohohot! EHEHEHEHE! NOHOHOHOT THEHEHERE!” Charlie squealed when her stomach was scribbled on.
“Oooooooo, bad spot my dear? How wondrous!” Alastor’s grin got bigger.
“IHIHIHIHIHIHIT TIHIHICKLEHES SOHOHOHO BAHAHAHAD! IHIHIHI CAHAHAN’T TAHAHAKE IHIHIT!”
The two boys kept tickling the poor girl until….
RAWR!
Two tiny little roars rang throughout the boys’ ears. Razzle and Dazzle had pulled the two boys off of Charlie, letting her breath.
After breathing a bit, Charlie called the goat-dragons to her side.
“Did you have to do that?” Charlie asked, an annoyed expression on her face.
“Come on Char! Everyone needs to laugh at some point.” Angel answered.
After that, they had a lot of explaining to do.
#hazbin hotel tickling#hazbin hotel tickles#hazbin hotel tickle#lee!charlie#ler!angel#ler!angeldust#ler!alastor#tickle fic
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Ticklish Terrors
Note: This is my first ‘long’ fic so I’m aware it’s not amazing haha but I do hope you like it! If there’s anything that can be improved then feel free to let me know, bc I am by no means an expert haha… hope you all have the best day :)
Fandom: Heartstopper
Characters: Nick and Charlie
Words: 1500
Story: Nick and Charlie are watching a movie when Charlie discovers a secret about Nick.
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It was a cozy, Halloween afternoon at Nick's house. The air was filled with the warmth of a crackling fireplace and the sweet scent of freshly baked pumpkin pie, courtesy of Charlie. Nick and Charlie, sat on the living room couch, enjoying each other's company and intently watching the latest horror movie – Nick gripping Charlie’s hand every time a jump scare happened.
“Oh my gosh, who knew rugby lad Nick Nelson was scared of horror movies?” Charlie jokingly remarked when his boyfriend squeezed his hand for what felt like the hundredth time.
“Hey..” he lowered his voice, still playful, whilst poking Charlie’s side, earning a yelp and a slight giggle “that was uncalled for, there’s no need for this many scares- why couldn’t you let me watch a Marvel movie or something where I don’t feel on edge for 2 hours?’ A slight tinge of red growing on his face.
‘You know I hate Marvel movies and this is just a bit of fun, it’s Halloween of course we have to watch a horror film - it’s an unspoken law.’ Charlie justified his movie choice. Nick simply flinched again when another haunting note was played on the organ.
Nellie, afraid of the loud noises, curled up beside them. “This is just cruel, you’re scaring Nellie now, how dare you terrify my dog’ Nick looked down at Charlie with a cheeky grin as Charlie sassily rolled his eyes.
Nick absentmindedly scratched Nellie behind the ears, and she wagged her tail in bliss. The ‘rugby lad’ shifted his focus back to the movie when Nellie leaned towards his side, her nose sniffing around, in an attempt to find the comfiest place to rest her head. Feeling her nose poking around over his side caused Nick to squirm slightly - his hand flew up to cover his mouth but even that couldn’t stop the muffled giggles from tumbling out of him.
Charlie, never one to miss an opportunity for a good laugh, was quick to notice Nick's amusement. He turned to his boyfriend with a mischievous grin and an eyebrow raised – noticing his lover’s shoulders bouncing up and down with uncontrollable giggles.
"What's got you laughing, Nick?" Charlie asked, his curiosity piqued.
Still chuckling, Nick replied, "I dohont knohow what it ihis, but Nehehellie ihihis snihihiffing mehe. Ihit feheheels so weheheird.’
Charlie's eyes twinkled mischievously as an idea sparked in his mind. Scooting closer to Nick, he playfully wiggled his fingers in the air- Nick’s giggling subtly increasing, which unfortunately for him, Charlie noticed.
"Oh, so you think tickling is funny, huh? Because you’re already giggling more with just my fingers giving near you. I think I’m going to have to test my hypothesis that teasing makes you even more ticklish than usual!" Charlie declared, before pouncing on Nick gently, tickling his sides mercilessly.
Nick immediately burst out into hysterical laughter, squirming and trying to escape Charlie's ticklish assault. His joyful laughter filled the room, echoing off the walls, blending with the crackle of the fire.
‘Aww Nick, does this tickle? Are your sides ticklish?’ He taunted - fingers increasing their speed and exploring every inch of his sides – relishing in the increasing cackles he elicited from his boyfriend. ‘Wow. You’re reacting like this just on your sides when I know you’re more ticklish elsewhere. I wonder what will happen if I just happen to….I don’t know…. Go here?’ Charlie’s devilish fingers spidered into the hollows of Nick’s armpits, drawing out a squeal from the burly lad as he clamped his arms down, thus trapping the notoriously nimble fingers in one of his worst tickle spots.
‘Chahahar stohohop teheasing…. I cahahant…’ is all the older boy could get out as he attempted to thrash himself away from tickles.
‘Aw you’re so adorable like this you know…. But you do realise my hands are trapped here? I would like to have my hands back if that’s okay with you? So be a good boyfriend and lift your arms up for me?’
‘I chahahant – I knohohhow thahaht trihihick’ Nick giggled out, cheeks turning a flushed shade of red.
Charlie simply sighed theatrically. ‘Okay have it your way, I can do this all day, I’ll just stay in your ticklish armpits for eternity.’
After many, many, many attempts, Nick finally mustered the ability to lift his arms enough to release Charlie’s fingers. Charlie finally relented, allowing Nick to catch his breath, but remained on him. Unbeknownst to them, Nicks mom had witnessed the latter of the attack – a grin on her face hearing Nick’s laugh.
‘It’s been a while since I heard you laugh like that Nicky, darling’ she finally broke the silence.
Almost in synchronisation, Charlie’s head whipped around, and Nick’s head popped out from the side of Charlie – juxtaposing expressions of both embarrassment and their residual smiles.
‘Don’t forget Charlie, his inner thighs are his worst spot…’
‘Oh really’ Charlie, grinning back at her before she left, whipped his head back to face his boyfriend and was able to secure himself on Nick’s waist, hands evilly hovering near his thighs, ready to test out this newfound information.
‘Mom you’re such a traitor… Char – Chahar wahahait.’ Nick’s hands shot out trying to push Charlie’s hands away from his thighs, not being able to stop the anticipatory giggles that tumbled out.
‘enjoy the rest of the night darlings.’ She exited the room swiftly - cup of tea in hand, wide smile of joy plastered on her face.
‘I’m dyyying to see this now’ Charlie playfully exclaimed, locking eyes with Nick’s who attempted his classic golden retriever puppy eyes. Any other scenario, Charlie would have caved immediately… not today.
One squeeze was all it took.
‘CHAR- NOHOHO’ An onlooker would have thought he’d been struck by lightning with the intensity of his reaction from one squeeze.
‘Oh…..my….gosh….. you really are adorably ticklish, have I told you?’ Charlie teased, slightly shocked at how ticklish his boyfriend actually was. Without giving Nick a chance to answer he used both hands to squeeze the tenderly, ticklish inner thighs.
‘AHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAH CHAHAHAHHAHAAR………. NOHOHOHOHO’ Nick positively screamed, head thrown back, back arched, legs violently kicking and thrashing from side to side to escape the ticklish torment from his lover.
‘Aw nick, tickle tickle tickle’ Charlie cooed. Another squeal escaped Nick.
‘The teases definitely make you more ticklish…. Somehow that’s possible… does this tickle sweetheart? Tickle…. Tickle… tickle….’ Charlie enunciated every ‘tickle’ that he spoke with alternating squeezes on his thighs, tears of laughter forming in Nick’s eyes.
He finally let up once Nick’s laughter turned silent. Red faced and breathless yet still giggling with a wide smile on his face – still looking at his tickler boyfriend with the adoration he’s had for him since their first meeting.
Charlie sat next to nick once again, rather proud of his playful victory of proving his hypothesis right.
‘I think you’re the most ticklish person I’ve ever met Nicholas Nelson’ a mischievous glint in his eye as he teased his red-faced boyfriend.
‘You sure about that?’ Nick questioned, his playful energy surging back to him. ‘So it seems tickling is the weapon of choice today then, huh?’ He paused, waiting for Charlie's response.
Charlie's expression shifted, realising he had fallen into a classic trap. "Oh no, what have I done?" he exclaimed dramatically, pretending to gasp.
Without giving Charlie any time to react, Nick lunged forward, expertly targeting Charlie's ticklish spots. His nimble fingers danced across Charlie's ribs, and Charlie erupted into laughter squirming and wriggling, gradually slipping further and further down the couch.
‘NIHIHICK STOHOHOP’ Charlie cackled.
The room filled with the joyful sounds of their laughter, mingling with Nellie's barks of excitement as she joined in the fun. Nick couldn't help but laugh along with Charlie, feeling their bond grow even stronger with every ticklish retaliation.
‘Come on Nellie, you tickled me, now it’s time to help tickle Charlie’ Nick playfully exclaimed to the cheery dog, who simply licked Charlie’s face and settled beside him.
After another few minutes, Nick finally stopped tickling Charlie, both boys left breathless and feeling an indescribable joy radiating between them. They sat back on the couch, leaning against each other, recovering from the tickle-induced euphoria.
‘ I think we've had enough tickles for one day, we still have a movie to watch’ Charlie said, grinning widely.
Both lads locked eyes on the TV only to find the credits rolling in the movie – much to Nick’s delight. Unable to control his smugness of not having to watch the horror movie, Nick glanced at Charlie. Almost telepathically, their hands attracted each other into a tight hold – maintaining their eye contact of admiration and affection - when they both softly uttered the words ‘I love you’ followed by the most endearing of smiles from both lads. A passionate kiss sealed their phrase, followed by Nick’s choice of romantic movie.
As they sat there watching the new movie, the room enveloped in a cozy silence, Nick and Charlie relished in the warmth of their relationship. Laughing together, sharing playful moments, and creating memories like these reminded them that this is the love they both deserve.
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