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Oh!!!! I'm so excited to read this later with a cup of tea!!!!

Trust me, my deer friend

Summary: Vox and Alastor, radio and TV, two demons that couldn't be more different and yet they had found each other and had become something like best friends. A fact that TV Demon Vox more than appreciates and he loves spending time with his best friend because he loves Alastor's charming manner, his clever words and the fact that he was one of the few gentlemen down here in hell. But today, when the two friends meet again, Alastor is different than usual. Vox can tell he's in pain, and being the good friend that he is, he wants to help him. But Alastor is more stubborn than a donkey and declines his help. But through an unfortunate coincidence, Vox soon finds out that there is a method that can quickly change the mind of the otherwise so composed radio demon. A method that couldn't be more amusing…

Warnings: A lot of tickling in this one, because this is a tickle story. Don't like? Don't read! The tickling is fluffy and (hopefully XD) funny. Small warning for some restraints here (for Vox' safety *lol*), a bit of swearing and very light mention of s*x (and I MEAN very light).

Word count: Over 5800

Authors note: Aaaaand here is my very first attempt at writing Vox and I am damn nervous, because I personally don't think I am good at writing him and I don't feel very comfortable with writing Vox. I am sorry if this isn't that good. I am way more into platonic "Charlastor" than these two. And this is also the only idea I could come up with, I am sorry if this sucks. The fic takes place before Alastor left for seven years and before their friendship or whatever these two had going on broke apart. Sooooo this is just some fluff between two best friends (or maybe more? I don't know, really). As a fellow ace, I did respect Alastor's asexuality in here. So NO smut happening (even if Vox wants to *LOL*). Nah, seriously, those who know me will know that all my stories are clean and strictly SFW :). Have fun with this one, guys. I don't know if I will write another story with Vox though. Like I said: I am not very comfortable with writing this character.

Oh and for these two anons here:

Here you have some ler!Vox and lee!Alastor :). Enjoy your meal.

Aaaaand I've got some more face-down tickles for you as well :)

Have fun reading :3.

PS: This fic has nothing to do with tickletober going on, because I don't participate in this (it's too stressful for me). So just a random t-word fic haha XD

And as always: Sorry for grammer/spelling mistakes, for I translated this from german into english.

Feedback is very much welcome ♥

Fic under the cut:

Trust me, my deer friend

"Why in the name of Satan would I get involved in something like that?"

That was the only answer TV demon Vox got to his question when he asked his best friend, Alastor, for a back massage.

He knew that the Radio Demon didn't like being touched, but Vox wasn't blind, for he saw every day that the Deer Demon had been plagued by back pain for quite some time now and he couldn't stand the sight of it any longer. And not only that: Alastor's usually charming behavior was also suffering from his back pain, because Vox had been hearing him swear a lot more than usual lately.

Sure, Alastor cursed here and there when his gentlemanly manner took a momentary leave, but lately there were more swear words coming out of his mouth than he had ever heard before. And he could be the judge of that, because they were friends for quite some time now. And even if he had found it funny at first to see and hear his best friend losing his temper, it was now beginning to tear on his nerves, as Alastor became increasingly grumpy with each and every new day that dawned here in the pits of hell.

"I think you know why,” was the TV Demons only reply, as he was standing in front of his best friend. He had invited Alastor for lunch to his small place, but instead of a nice, calm afternoon, this happened.

"Oh please, I've already told you that my back pain doesn't bother me. It'll go away on its own. You’ll see. In a few days, I will be feeling better."

"No, you idiot, it won't go away on its own! You need help!" Vox finally growled when he couldn't stand the Radio Demon's stubborn behavior any longer. He had been arguing with Alastor for days whenever he met up with him and repeatedly offered him a massage so that his friend would no longer have to suffer from his back pain.

But Alastor was more stubborn than a donkey, always denying when asked if he could give him a back massage and Vox was now really tempted to just literally tie him to the bed and give him one, whether he wanted to or not.

However, he was aware that their friendship would suffer greatly as a result and that was precisely why he didn't do it.

In his eyes, it was perhaps even more than friendship already he felt for him and maybe Alastor sensed this and didn't want to be massaged by him because of that.

The TV demon almost rolled his eyes at that thought, but stopped himself at the last moment.

As if he wanted to get into Alastor's pants as soon as he was lying in his bed…

He wasn't like Valentino!

He knew Alastor was an asexual and didn't want sex and he respected that, but no matter how many times he'd told him he liked and respected him for who he was, the Deer Demon just wouldn't relax around him. No matter what. During lunch, he kept his distance to him. Whenever Vox wanted to hug him, Alastor would twist away. Whenever they shared a sofa, Alastor made sure he would keep enough distance to him so that their bodies didn’t touch and so on.

And slowly but surely it was getting onto his nerves!

It was high time he showed him that he could trust him.

The idea of tying him to the bed took shape in his mind again and the temptation grew stronger and stronger.

He was aware that Alastor would most likely only have him as a star guest on his radio show for the thought alone and it was a risk he would gladly take.

"Really, Al. Don't be such a stubborn, old goat!"

"What did you just call me?"

The younger demon bared his fangs, let his antlers grow and snarled at him like the dangerous beast that slumbered in his demonic heart. But Vox refused to be intimidated by this. He knew that Alastor was only bluffing and wouldn’t kill him. No matter how hard and cold he acted, Vox knew that he liked him. Maybe not in the same way he liked him, but Alastor seemed to sense something like deep friendship for him as well.

"I called you a stubborn, old goat, because that's exactly what you are. I'm just trying to help you, you idiot! Why won't you accept help?"

"Because I don't need help! I’ve been through far worse already. I can deal with a bit of back pain on my own, my friend!"

The warning was clear in his voice, but it didn’t intimidate him. Not anymore.

A sigh escaped Vox' throat and he closed his eyes briefly, trying to remain calm and not go completely crazy from this stubborn behavior.

"Do you seriously think I'm groping you once you're lying there in that bed?" he asked after a few moments of silence and he had to suppress a grin when he saw how his question completely flustered the usually dreaded Radio Demon and turned him into a shy little fawn within seconds. His cheeks even turned a little rosy. How adorable. Vox was sure that he alone had the privilege of seeing the otherwise feared and brutal Radio Demon like this and no one else down here in hell and he treasured this fact like nothing else here in this dark world of fire and brimstone.

"Maybe that's exactly what I think?" the stag hissed back sullenly, trying to hide his shame behind his flaring anger, as radio static mixed into his now slightly darker sounding voice.

Another sigh escaped Vox' throat and he shook his head slowly in disbelief at this behavior.

"You should know by now that I would never do something like that."

"Oh? Should I? Especially after I know you've been spending a lot of time with that Valentino lately? And I know exactly what he does behind closed doors..."

A grin spread across the TV demon's face when he heard these words.

"Are you jealous of Val?"

"Pfft, please. Jealous of a demon, who indulges in carnal desires several times a day? Certainly not!"

Okay, the point went to Alastor and once again Vox sighed.

"Relax. I'm just teasing you a little. Calm down."

He looked his friend firmly in the eye now.

"Your grumpy attitude is really starting to piss me off and I'm really close to doing something about it which I might regret later. With or without your consent."

Alastor immediately showed him that this was not necessarily the right way to deal with the situation by letting his antlers grow again and radio dials began to spin in his eyes. A clear warning and a sign for Vox not to overstep the line to cross his boundaries and to choose his next words wisely, because Alastor knew just as well as he did that he wouldn't stand a chance in a fight against the Wendigo. And he knew Alastor long enough by now to know that he wouldn’t hesitate in tear him apart if he did something he truly loathed.

"I would strongly advise against that...old pal..." Alastor growled; the warning more than clear in his now dark voice, as he bared his fangs to him and snarled like the deadly creature he was deep in his cold heart.

"It's all right, it's all right. Calm down. My goodness, Al. I'm just trying to help you. Is your pride really so great that you can't accept help?"

"I only repeat myself when I say: I don't need any help! Not from you! Not from anyone else!"

And that was the famous straw that broke the camel's back.

The TV demon's patience snapped and with a growl on his own, he reacted as quickly as he could, because he had to catch Alastor by surprise before he realized what was happening and couldn't strike back, because if he did, Vox could say goodbye to his life here and now, for Alastor wouldn’t even bother to drag him to his radio tower. No. He would devour him right here in this bedroom…and not in the smutty sense, but in the most gruesome way he could ever imagine.  

He let several strands of cable break out of his body, which grabbed the Radio Demon in a flash and deftly threw him belly-first onto the bed, holding him there by grabbing his wrists and ankles and pinning them to the mattress to hold him down.

The Deer Demon hissed and snarled, writhing like mad in his bonds, but he couldn’t free himself. A weakness that Vox exploited, for as fearsome as Alastor could be when he wanted to, there was a good reason why he always fought his enemies from a distance, for he was too weak in close combat.  

"You bastard! Let go of me! NOW!!!" the Wendigo growled, who continued to writhe back and forth on the bed, but Vox looked at him calmly and increased the pressure of his cables a little, waiting patiently until Alastor had calmed down enough to speak to him.

Only when the older demon realized that Vox was true to his word and didn't want to grope him did he calm down a little. So much that he stopped wriggling and resignedly let himself fall into the sheets and growled into the pillow, letting his friend know that he wasn’t pleased with the situation at all.

Vox grinned and slowly sauntered towards the bed and sat down at Alastor's side, who scowled at him.

"Have you calmed down?"

"When I get out of here, I'm going to rip your guts out and let all hell listen to it as I devour them in front of your very own eyes! Oh, how I'm going to enjoy your screams as I broadcast them all over hell."

"I'll take that as a no."

He had to stifle a laugh as Alastor stared at him in disbelief.

Apparently, he wasn't used to someone not being afraid of him and his threats. Vox knew he didn't mean what he said and that the pain in his back spoke from him. Well, he was about to change that; whether Alastor liked it or not, but he wasn't going to let him get off this bed without a decent back rub.

So he immediately set to work before his friend could think of killing him with his shadow tentacles…or conjuring these creepy Voodoo creatures he liked to use during a serious fight against other powerful demons. Just the thought of this made him shiver.

He earned another low and menacing growl, as he brazenly swung himself onto Alastor's legs and straddled him.

"Relax. I've still got all my clothes on," he teased him and to give his words a little more power, he poked Alastor cheekily in the sides.

He was all the more shocked when he heard the loud squeak that filled the air shortly afterwards and Alastor quickly pressed his now bright red face into the pillow to hide it from Vox, who was still staring down at him, completely flabbergasted and still had to process what had just happened, let alone what strange sound he had just heard.

"What the...? What was that?"

"What was what? I don’t know what you mean..." was the mumbled reply and it was the first time in his life that Vox had seen the Radio Demon so embarrassed. Normally, Alastor was always composed, no matter how shitty the situation was, but now, in this one moment, he was anything but composed. His cheeks were as red as his clothes and he had put his ears back to let him know that he was more than unhappy with the whole situation and wanted to be anywhere but here.

A fact that highly amused the TV demon and he would memorize this image, he swore to himself. Too bad he didn't have a camera to hand. But he was sure that Alastor would never allow him to capture this situation on photo or even video. He had often tried to take a photo or video of him, but no matter how many times he had tried, Alastor had always managed to disturb the recordings. So much, that in the end he had been unable to make out anything on the screen and if he tried now, he was sure that Alastor would not only disturb the image, but would cause the camera to explode.

So he had to burn the image into his memory so that he could at least look at it again and again inside his head.

His grin widened when he poked Alastor's sides again and got the same reaction, followed by a strong flinch from the older demon.

"Ohhh, I think I know what's going on~."

He could see that Alastor didn't like the way too cheerful sing-song tone of his voice at all, as he tensed and put his ears down as far as they could go, showing him how much he disliked this situation and the whole conversation.

"The great and dreaded Radio Demon, that makes all of hell shitting its pants by the mere mention of his name, is ticklish?"

Another inhuman growl, much louder this time and radio static filled the air once again.

"Tch! Don't make a fool of yourself! I'm not ticklish!"

Oh yes, the way he said that made it soooo believable.

Vox' grin widened and he could feel his claws twitching in anticipation already.

That was even better than he had expected.

The massage was forgotten, because now he wanted to do something completely different to lift this stubborn stag’s mood and this was the perfect opportunity to put that big smile back onto his grumpy face. And not only that. Oh no. It would finally be a genuine smile he would put onto that face! And he himself would also have the time of his life. Besides, it would certainly do Alastor good to be able to laugh freely, because as the saying goes:

Laughter was the best medicine.

It was a win-win situation for both of them.

Well, in the end more for Vox than for Alastor, because thanks to Valentino, the TV demon was well aware how mean it could be to be held down and tickled.

Valentino and his damn arms!

Lovely...

But he didn't want to think about that now (because just the way too fresh memories of what had happened between him and Valentino not too long ago still flustered the hell out of him) and he concentrated fully on his best friend, who was lying so temptingly on the bed now. He couldn't fight back in this position at all, which was absolutely perfect.

Ohhh, this was going to be so much fun...

He let the strands of cable around Alastor's limbs get a little tighter, but not too tight, because he didn't want to hurt him. He just wanted to make sure he couldn't get free. He also stretched his arms far above his head, causing the Deer Demon to growl darkly into the pillow, as he got an inkling of what his friend was about to do to him.

"Vox! Don't you fucking dare!"

"What, I thought you weren't ticklish? Then you shouldn't mind if I test that theory now, right?"

He didn't even wait for an answer, but went straight into action and took hold of his friend's slim waist.

The stag immediately stiffened and tore at his restraints, but to no avail, as he couldn’t break free from them.

The TV demon grinned with pure joy at this new found knowledge about one of hell’s most powerful Overlords.

"Oho, what do we have here? Not ticklish, huh? That looks more like the complete opposite to me, you fucking liar!"

He squeezed his fingers rhythmically, kneading Alastor's sides with a precession that left the Radio Demon no chance at all to pretend it didn't bother him (In the end, he had learned something from Valentino; even if it was just how to tickle someone properly). He flinched and squirmed in his restraints, tried to drum his legs against the mattress despite the restraints, pressed his face firmly into the pillow to hide his rosy cheeks and Vox could already feel the laughing fit of the millennium building up inside his stomach, even though he had only just begun.

It was like Christmas, Easter and his birthday all in one day.

Oh, what a fucking happy day in hell for him!

"Awww, what's wrong, my friend? Does that tickle after all~? Have you been lying to me? Hmm? HMM? Did you? Did you? Did you?"

A poke into his sides accompanied his words, making the older demon wince hard again and again and Vox could see him straining against the restraints, tugging at them, trying to break them, but he couldn't. All he could do was lie there and take it. Perfect. In this position, he couldn't fight back and many of his potentially ticklish spots lay unprotected in front of him, begging for the attention they deserved. And they would get his attention. Oh yes, and how they would...each and every one of them!

"Fuck you!" Alastor hissed and Vox could clearly hear how hard he was trying to hold back his laughter and at the same time pretended that it didn't bother him, as a single claw got slowly, oh so slowly, dragged down his entire spine, which made the fur beneath his clothes bristle and him shudder.

The fact that he totally failed at hiding his ticklishness he tried to ignore...

Vox held a hand to his chest, where his heart was, with an exaggerated gasp, at the insult that was flying towards him and which sounded so strange out of the mouth of the usual very well-mannered and charming Deer Demon.

"Really, Al! You're hurting my feelings with your rude behavior."

"If I get out of here, th-then I'll hurt more than just your feelings- GAH! No! Don't! Don't do thahahahat!!!"

The TV demon grinned wickedly as he finally got a decent response to his tickling when a tiny giggle finally spilled out of Alastor’s mouth and all he had to do was walking his fingers all over his back, before they came to a halt on his lower ribcage. He was now massaging the lower base of his ribs and apparently Alastor couldn't stand this at all, because he was still desperately trying to hold back his laughter, but he only managed to do this for a few seconds more, before it finally bursted out of him. He squirmed wildly under the nimble fingers of his friend, who couldn't stop grinning anymore.

“Ha! Gotcha! Oh, you little liar, you’re going to pay the price for lying to me now!”

He continued relentlessly, not even bothered by the fact that Alastor bucked like a wild horse (or rather like a wild deer) and tried to throw him off and failed miserably at that, because the TV demon stuck to him like a damn burdock.

"Wohoo! Oh, this is so much fun! It's like a rodeo ride!" he remarked with a delighted laugh and from Alastor's body language he could see how much this remark bothered him. Just like the fact that he couldn't free himself and that he was totally defenseless against the attack and as red as his face was by now, he probably wished he could just sink into the ground and never return.

Of course Vox noticed this and used this for some more teasing on his friend’s expense.

"Oh, that's too bad, Al. Can't you free yourself? Too weak to use your Voodoo powers on me? Hmm~? What a shame~. Not so tough now, are you? You ticklish, little fawn, you~."

The teasing words only seemed to make it worse for Alastor, who now reacted even more strongly to the tickling claws on his ribs and looked like he was going to crawl out of his own skin any second...or rather crawl out of his own fur...

That fluffy fur Vox wanted to touch so badly since the day he and Alastor became friends.

Maybe he could sneak his hands underneath the deer’s clothes without him noticing? Well, maybe he would try this later. As if for now, he had to concentrate to keep his balance and at the same time keep the playful tickling going.

"Sh-shuhuhut uhuhup already you prihihihick and stohohohop this! NOW!"

He laughed with amusement and didn't even dream of stopping now.

No. It was far too much fun and when could you see the otherwise brutal and feared Radio Demon like this?

Exactly: never.

So he would make the most of every single second of this situation, even if he knew he would regret this badly later. He knew Alastor far too well for that by now. And he couldn't forget that he was an Overlord. And not just any Overlord. He had made himself a name down here very quickly after his arrival in hell and many demons and even other powerful Overlords feared him because of his cruelty.

The fact that he had befriended him of all demons was something that Vox found hard to believe up to this day, but he wasn't complaining. No. He enjoyed the time he was able to spend with Alastor and even if it would probably never be the way he secretly wanted it to be between them, he enjoyed every single second of the time the Radio Demon gave him.

But he didn't want to think about all that now and so he concentrated on the here and now and on what he was doing at the moment, which was tickling the tears out of his friend's eyes, or at least trying to.

He so rarely heard Alastor laugh genuinely.

It was more than overdue that he got to hear those lovely sounds again after such a long time of not hearing them...

"Stop? But Al, I've only just started and I'm so sick of your grumpy attitude. It's time we change that. And you know what?  Don’t you always say “You're never fully dressed without a smile”? Shall we put that saying to the test and make sure you're properly dressed?"

And finally, loud laughter echoed through the room at the teasing remark and Alastor flinched hard and strained against his bonds, as Vox led his claws to his upper ribs and then raked his fingers agonizingly slow down his entire ribcage until he reached his hips, which made his friend buck and squeal.

Ohhh, what a wonderful reaction! And it provided even more fuel for further teasing, because apparently Alastor was particularly sensitive when it came to verbal teasing.

Perfect! He would use that to his advantage to fluster the hell out of him now!

"Ohhh, so ticklish around the ribs? How cute~. Coochie, coochie coo, little buck~."

"Shuhuht the fuhuhuck up y-you asshohohole!!"

The TV Demon clicked his tongue at that.

"My, my. Still so rude? We can't leave it like this~. Oh no, no, there's no way we can leave it like this. A little lesson is probably due and maybe then you get your manners back, Al~."

Vox carefully scratched his claws over his friend's thin dress shirt and worked over the ribs underneath and apparently Alastor couldn't stand this at all, because he almost hit the roof when his loud and genuine laughter finally burst out of him and poured into the room like a tidal wave and it was one of the most beautiful sounds Vox had ever heard down here in hell and he couldn’t help but feeling a bit flustered by these joyful sounds himself and…were those his fans kicking in? Oh my…

Alastor didn’t notice any of this or he simply ignored it, as he wriggled wildly in his bonds, tore at them, tried to free himself, but no matter what he did, he couldn't break free, had to lie there and take it. He was completely helpless and at Vox' mercy and he didn't like it.

Usually he was always the one in control and not the other way around. But now, at this moment, the roles were reversed. Now he was in the role of the victim and he could do nothing but lie there and laugh, laugh, laugh, while the teasing claws got gently and yet so effectively raked down his sides, which were completely defenseless against such an attack. He wanted to pull his arms down and cover his sides so badly, but he couldn’t do this and had to endure it somehow, until Vox decided enough was enough. But something inside Alastor, a small voice, told him that his friend would never overdo it, that he would make sure he could trust him and it was that thought, that security he needed to let himself go a little more and just accept the situation as it was and relinquish the power he usually carried around with him.

And perhaps that was also what made a deep friendship like theirs so genuine and so special: you trusted each other blindly and allowed yourself to be vulnerable in front of the person you trusted the most...

But still…he was more than glad about the fact that his microphone was not within reach.

Not that his friend would think of putting him live on the air now.

Even if Alastor doubted that he would really do that.

Still…just the imagination of that was turning his face into a ripe tomato.

Vox snapped him out of his thoughts abruptly as the cheeky claws moved further upwards. Teasingly, the TV demon let them slowly walk over his ribs until they reached their target and pressed into his armpits and the sound of a screeching microphone briefly interrupted his loud laughter before he almost exploded with mirth.

"Oho? Now that's what I call a good reaction. It's particularly bad under the arms, huh? And what about this, Al? Does this tickle too?" he teased the Radio Demon and he attacked the area between the upper ribs and the armpits and Alastor's laughter briefly faded into silence before it burst out of him with renewed energy and volume and soon filled the entire room and at that moment Vox was really glad to be alone with Alastor. He couldn't imagine what would happen if anyone else heard him like that.

"Stop it! Stop it! Stohohohohop ihihihihit!!!" the stag now pleaded, his voice rising a few octaves. Also something Vox had never heard before.

It was really amusing to witness how ticklish Alastor was and how easy it was to break such a powerful Overlord down with just a few well-placed pokes or strokes to his body to turn him into a puddle of ticklish goo.

He would treasure this knowledge from now on until the end of his own afterlife.

"Ah, ah, ah. I won't stop. Not until you stop being so grumpy and finally allow me to give you a back massage to make your pain go away."

"Nohohohoho wahahahahay!"

"Fine, have it your wahahahahay."

He grinned as he saw how much he flustered his friend with his teasing and Vox stopped for a moment to give Alastor a short break.

"You know, Al. I think I now know why you don't like being touched. You’re so freaking ticklish that it makes me wonder how you even survived all this time with that? I mean, all it takes for me to take you down are a few pokes to your cute ribs and you turn into a giggling mess."

He grinned cheekily when Alastor gave him a dark look as he tried to get enough air back into his lungs, his ears pinning back again and showing his resentment and at the same time, his face competed not only with his clothes, but also with his hair too and that looked so cute and so ridiculous at the same time that Vox couldn’t help but chuckle at that.

"Oh, come on now. Stop with the scowls, idiot. I'm just trying to help you."

"By killing me?"

"No one's ever died from a bit of tickling, you drama queen. Stop exaggerating," he replied, cheekily poking him in the ribs on both sides once again, which made the Deer Demon twitch and growl.

"But it can be put to the test as well if you continue to be so stubborn, you know?"

"I'm repeating myself when I tell you to go fuck yourself!"

Once again, a long and loud sigh left the TV demon's throat.

"Oh Al, you're not making this easy for yourself and it seems you’re forcing me to more drastic measures..."

That finally seemed to get the Radio Demon's attention, because he turned his head so that he could look over his shoulder at Vox.

"What do you mean?"

The younger demon looked at him teasingly.

"You know...your ears...I've always wanted to touch them, just to find out if they're really as fluffy as they look like. And given the current situation, I also want to know if your ears are as ticklish as the rest of you. They look pretty damn ticklish if you ask me..."

The older demon's eyes immediately widened and with renewed vigor, he tried to free himself from his bonds, but they continued to hold him firmly in place, not allowing him to escape.

"NO! Don't you dare, Vox! I swear I’ll rip you apart and let you watch how I devour your limbs!"

"Oh please. We both know that you won’t do this. And if you were so much against it, you would have thrown me through the nearest wall by now. You've had the chance more than once..."

It was this one remark that brought another deep blush to Alastor's face and, grumbling, he buried his face in his pillow to hide from his friend, who had hit the bull's eye with his words.

Vox grinned broadly, knowing that he was right with his words. He could sense that Alastor was having fun fooling around like this, even if he didn't want to show it openly. He could growl and snarl and make threats all he wanted, but Vox could see through his façade, could see how good it was for him to be able to laugh without a care in the world...and besides, he hadn't missed the way his friend's deer tail was wagging the whole time. Since Alastor wasn't wearing a coat, Vox had a perfect view of the tail as it was right in front of him and he liked what he saw because that tail was never lying and always showed Alastor's true feelings, no matter how much he tried to resist it.

That sweet little tail, which he wanted to touch so badly and which would be the death of him, because Alastor would surely let him die a cruel death if he even dared to try. His deer tail was absolutely taboo for touching and yet it was the best way to find out about his true feelings.

And the feeling he was showing him now was pure, genuine joy...

"Heh, now that we've clarified that, let's move on to your ears..."

"DON'T TOUCH THEM!"

"Woa, woa, woa, relax, Al. I'm not going to rip them off. Or...are you particularly sensitive there?"

The Deer Demon didn't look at him, just continued to snarl into his pillow, as if to give the fluffy thing all the blame for his predicament and that was all Vox needed to know.

"Hmm, that kind of says all I need to know. But well, if you don't want to be touched there by my claws, then I'll just do this instead. Don’t you worry. It won’t hurt. But it will tickle~"

Vox brought his hands to his friend's fluffy deer ears and let a few small electric shocks shoot through the fur and directly into the sensitive skin underneath. Not strong enough that it would hurt him. Just enough to tickle him…

The reaction was immediate.

Alastor bucked so hard that Vox almost fell off of him and his laughter burst out of him like an explosion.

"Ohohohoho, now that's what I call a reaction. Looks like we have a winner here~," he teased with a broad grin and he had to raise his voice so that Alastor could hear it over the sound of his own loud laughter and to make it even more flustering for his friend, he played the celebratory sounds of a slot machine for a few seconds.

"Damn it! Stop, stop, stohohohohop! Voohohohox pleahahahahase!!!"

"Oho? What was that? Was that actually a "please" from your mouth? Or did I just mishear you?"

"Pleahahahase stohohohohop ihihihit! Please, please, please, please..."

"Yep, definitely a please. We are making progress. That's good. Very good. Let's see how long it takes me until you finally give me permission to massage your back. Or even better: let's see if I can finally get you to admit that TV is simply better than radio."

"Thahahahahat will neehehehever happen! I'll die before I admit thahahahahat!"

"Oh really? Well, at least it’s a very happy death you’ll die then~."

"You fucking...AHHH! NO! NO! STOP IT!!! VOHOHOHOX YOU- GAHH! NOHOHOHO!"

The TV demon couldn't stop grinning himself anymore as he heard Alastor screech loudly as he once again sent little electric shocks into his ears with one hand, while doing the same to his ribs with the other, eliciting the cutest sounds hell had ever heard from the usual brutal and composed Radio Demon and…were those little fawn bleats he could hear there as well?

Ohhh, that was absolutely adorable and probably the cutest sounds in the whole universe.

And yet they were meant only for his ears to hear and no one else's.

What was happening here today would never leave the walls of this room.

And secretly he also knew that he would only get this one opportunity to tickle him, because after this Alastor would probably always be suspicious of him if he suggested another back massage, cuddles or anything else that would mean close body contact so he would savor this situation as much as he could.

And he would keep Alastor’s little secret to himself, because that's what good friends do.

But that didn't mean he couldn't tease him a little and fluster the hell out of him and that's exactly what he would do for the rest of the evening until Alastor couldn't take it anymore. 

He always claimed to be so powerful and untouchable.

He was going to put that to the test now.

"Oh yes, my deer friend, just trust me and let yourself go. This is going to be the funniest night of your afterlife. I’ll make sure about that…"

Grumpy Cat

Requests: Open!

Summary: Angel enjoys messing with his boyfriend a little to much, which leads to an interesting discovery.

Pairings: Ler!Angeldust, Lee!Husk (Romantic)

Warnings: Tickling, Swearing, Nifty being weird

Word Count: 2495

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It was rare to spot the old cat anywhere in the hotel besides the bar, which had become a sort of safe haven for the old grouch that he almost never let anyone else into cause that's his spot goddamnit.

Besides a certain spider, of course. But that's besides the point.

Today was one of those days it seemed as Husker took his opportunity while the main floor was empty to claim a spot on the couch.

Seeing as no one was around, the cat allowed himself to give in to his animal instincts and circled the spot a few times before curling up in a ball and letting himself drift away into a much deserved catnap.

The bartender couldn't have been asleep for more than an hour before he was woken up by faint whispers and giggling right above his head, followed by the tickly sensation of something touching the inside of his ear.

"Be quiet. I want to see how far I can shove this thing in this hole."

"Oh! Oh! We should shove my needle in there next!"

Husk snapped his head up to see Angeldust and Nifty smiling innocently down at him. He noticed his punk ass boyfriend was holding one of his red feathers in his hand.

Husker quickly shook himself off and got up to face the two instigators.

"Alright, alright. You two had your fun, now scram! There are plenty of other assholes in this building to bother if you're that bored." He said, hands making a shoo-ing motion towards the pair.

"But we didn't even get to dissect you yet!" Nifty whined and held her oversized needle up in the air.

"Hey, I think I heard a couple rats in the vents. Go find those and dissect them instead, you freak." Husk pointed.

The girl laughed maniacally and she scurried out of the room.

Husk shivered a bit.

"God that thing freaks me out."

Angeldust fiddled with the feather in his hands. "Eh. The brats actually pretty fun to be around when she's toned down the psycho a bit."

The man noticed the feather once again and pointed an accusatory finger at his boyfriend. "And just where do you get off shoving things into people's ears."

"You really want me to answer that?" He smirked.

Husk just groaned and fell face-down back onto the couch. Still a bit groggy from his nap and annoyed at his boyfriend's antics.

The cat sprawled out over the length of the couch as he repositioned himself, allowing his wings full range to reach up and hide his face away from the other.

"Whatever, go find your little friend a make a porno with the rats or whatever it is you like to do for fun. Just leave me out of it."

"Awww what's wrong? Monday blues got you down, Whiskers?" Angel cooed sweetly before making his way over to the side of the couch where he proceeded to climb on top of the grumpy cats back.

"Off."

"What? I'm putting the feather back right where I found it." Angel teased and began playing with his boyfriends wings.

Husk couldn't stop his wings from twitching a bit under the sporadic touches. Just as he was about to use one to swipe his boyfriend off of the couch, the spider reached up and began carefully massaging the cats shoulders.

Dammit. The cat thought as his entire body instantly turned too putty under his boyfriend's hands. That bastard knew how much this affected him, it's not fair.

The cat grumbled a bit longer but gladly accepted his fate and relaxed into the touch. His body relaxing completely as he began to purr.

Angel laughed softly at the adorable sight. Figured this was a good way to apologize for interrupting the cat's nap.

"See, I'm not all that bad.~"

Husker gave a small hum in response before nuzzling his face in his arms. Stress melting away and Husk found himself drifting off to sleep not even a few minutes later.

The other just smiled softly and enjoyed the feeling of Husk's soft fur running through his fingers.

"Yeah, your grouchy ass definitely needed this." The demon said before leaning give the cat a quick kiss.

A couple more minutes passed. Angel's fingers continued slowly down the other's back tracing lines and shaped before he eventually reached the space near the base of the cat's wings.

The spider didn't even register that his fingers had accidentally brushed against the wings' base until the cat jolted violently as if he had been shocked, followed by a loud yelp.

Husk stiffened. He immediately tried to get out from under his boyfriend while reaching back to push the other's hand.

"A-Alright. That's enough. L-Let me up."

Angel froze, worried he'd somehow hurt him, but proceeded to do the opposite of what his partner asked and instead pushed him back down on the couch.

"Sorry, did I hurt ya?" He asked as he began feeling around the spot for any damage. "Was it just a really sore spot I hit or something else?"

He continued to gently brush around the wings while barely grazing his fingers, worried to cause any more pain. Only more concerning that the other wasn't answering him.

Angel looked up and saw that his boyfriend's shoulders were shaking and both hands covered his mouth with his face buried deep into the cushion.

It took longer than Angel would like to admit for him to finally put the pieces together, the demon smiled widely at the realization.

"Ooooooh. That's what that was?~" The spider leaned forward to whisper in the cat's ear. Pressing down a bit harder to pin the other even more. "Husker~ Don't tell me you're ticklish~"

Time to go. The cat thought as he scrambled and fought to get away from the menace on top of him. That tone itself was enough to tell him his boyfriend's little mood had returned with a vengeance.

The spider laughed and sprouted his two extra sets of arms to help him pin the other in place.

"Dammit!- Let me go! Hrgh!- Get offa me-" Husk squirmed viciously, twisting beneath the other and fighting for any chance to escape. He hissed as his wrists were caught and pinned firmly above his head, the other pairs holding down his wings and hips.

The demon chuckled and Husk could practically hear that shit-eating grin he no doubt has on his stupid face- that fucker.

"Awww you're so cute, trying to get away from me~" The cat snarled as the demon leaned over to whisper in his ear again. "What's wrong, Whiskers? Surely a tough guy like you can't be that sensitive~"

A finger trailed along the top of his wing causing the bartender's whole body to jolt again.

"D-D-Don-Don't you fu-fucking dare."

"Aw what's gottcha so nervous, Husky?~ Am I ruffling your feathers too much?~" Angel teased, using both hands to stroke along the length of the wings.

Husk's face was on fire at this point. The other's teasing was just too much.

He thought he would get used to the other's constant flirting and teasing remarks the other flung at him every single day. But even then, it never failed to make the bartender's face heat up, granted he would never admit it to anyone. For once, being thankful for the fur covering his face.

That, along with the awfully light strokes on his wings was enough for the poor cat to completely shut down. Too flustered to get a single word out.

The cat buried his face in the couch once again as his body shook with repressed laughter.

Angel smiled and began wiggling his fingers as he ran up and down the length of the wings. Husk let out a frustrated growl, trying desperately to block out the horrible tickly feeling. A few grunts managing to escape as the cat tried to bury his face even further into the cushion.

The wings twitched violently under the touch causing the next pair of hands reach up and hold them in place as well.

"Jesus, Husker, is it that bad?" He laughed. "I have have never seen you this worked up before! Gotta say, I'm a little hurt that you've hid this from me for so long~"

The hands were drawing closer and closer to the demon's back and he was having a much harder time forcing down his laughter.

"You ignoring me? I can tell you're smiling, Husker~ You must be enjoying this!"

A high-pitched whine escaped from the cat demon's throat at hearing his sadistic excuse for a partner. He shook his head rapidly and kicked his legs as he tried to distract himself from the butterflies swarming in his stomach.

The hands made their way to the tips of each wing and stayed there for a good second. Husker took this chance to breath and regain some of his composure. Unaware that he'd just confirmed his parter's suspicions.

"You're so cute." Angel smiled. "Do your wings become less sensitive the farther out they go?" He asked, experimentally scribbling the very ends of the appendages.

Husk froze. It's fucking Angel, of course he'd be the one to figure it out. God, Husk hated how perceptive he was when it came to finding new ways to fuck with him. Husker knew he was screwed no matter what he said. He huffed and turned around to look at his tormentor.

He honestly couldn't believe that bastard had the audacity to smile down at him, just as innocent as earlier, as if he wasn't torturing him to death just for the fun of it.

"Oh, fuck you." Husk spat. Not that it mattered, he knew his boyfriend was about to kill him either way.

Although he'd be lying if he said that seeing the other's face morph from faux innocence so downright sinister didn't send a chill down his spine.

"What was that?~" Angel smiled. Hands moved once again across the wing's length only much, much slower than before.

"I-I sai- I-ugh!-" Dammit. Husk cursed his voice for stuttering and began to yank and twist his wrists again more out of embarrassment than thinking he was actually going to get away from this monster on top of him.

"Oh no. You were so bold just a second ago, why not say it again before I make you regret it.~" Fingers still trailing slowly as he tightened his grip around the other's wrists.

"Yo-Yohohou ahaha b-b-bahahahhahaha-" A steady stream of giggles finally escaped from his throat, the demon being to flustered to even try to suppress any of it at this point. The cat twisted and turned violently in a fit of frustration and embarrassment.

"Yeah, that's what I thought." Angel chuckled, finally reaching the base of the cat's wings, fingers barely touching the feathers while still making their presence known. "You never answered my question though, does it tickle more the further down I go? I sure hope not. If that's the case, I don't know how you're gonna handle this~" Angel exclaimed as he finally went in for the kill. Using all four of his hands to torment the base and lower section of the winds.

Husk screamed silently at the sensation, before actually screaming as his struggling increase tenfold.

"aaAAAAAAHHH!!! AHAHAHAH- STA-STAHAHAHAAA- FAHAHA-"

Poor Husker was thrown into screaming hysterics almost immediately, that spot was terrible enough by itself, never mind having four hands completely focusing on wrecking him there!

Why the fuck did Angel need to have three pairs of arms??? This isn't fair!!

The poor demon didn't last long, his body soon went completely limp as he resigned himself to his fate, not having anymore energy to resist the overly intense feeling. His voice went silent for a moment as well when his body forced him to take a break from the near constant laughing/screaming.

Suddenly, the tickling stopped and all six hands released their grip on the poor demon.

Husker gasped deeply and collapsed, pulling his arms protectively over his sides now that his wrists were free.

Angel was still on top of him however, only now gently stroking the cat's head.

And that bastard is still laughing.

"Hey, hey. It's okay. You're alright. Breathe."

Husker did just that, gulping in as much air as he could. The mortification of what just happened setting in as more oxygen found its way to his head.

Angel chuckled almost nervously and began sweetly massaging the cat's shoulder blades again.

"Heh. You still alive? You scared me for a second there, got quiet and stopped moving all of a sudden. I almost thought I killed ya." He gave another nervous chuckle.

"Fu-Fuhuhuck y-you, bihihitch." The bartender managed to get out. Still not moving a muscle and recovering from the attack.

"Ah, yeah. I went a little overboard, I'm sorry. You're just so cute, and I've never been able to get a reaction like that out of you before. I really couldn't help myself. Especially when I got you to smile like that- I was- AAH!!"

Husk promptly cut off his boyfriend's rambling by bucking hard enough to finally throw him off the couch.

The demon grunted as hell fell to the floor. Looking back up at his partner who had curled himself into a ball, wings held tightly against him as he regained his composure.

"I am actually gonna kill you for that one." He huffed out.

Angel stood, brushing himself off and nervously ran his finger through his hair.

"Yeah...I kind of deserve it for that one." He laughed and sat back down next to the cat. "Seriously though, you ok?"

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine." He mumbled, his signature grouch finding its way back onto his face. To which Angel reached up and scratched under the cat's chin.

"What are y- eh whatever." God, he hated being a cat. Being forced to enjoy this sort of shit.

Angel laughed. "You still love me?"

Husk cut his eyes over at his pain-in-the-ass boyfriend and huffed.

"Unfortunately."

The other smiled and cupped the cat's face while kissing his forehead.

Angel pulled back, still holding the other's face. Suddenly he got the idea to test out another suspicion of his.

"I could tell you liked it though." The spider said.

The cat stuttered a bit and jerked his head out of the other's grip.

"You are downright impossible! What makes you think I'd enjoy that type of childishness even a little bit?!"

Angel pressed his palms together and smirked at the other.

"Oh, y'know one sign could be how warm your face just got."

Husk froze with his mouth wide open at the sheer amount of audacity-

"That's it!-" He declared as he shot up off the couch and lunged at his boyfriend who was now running for his life, laughing the entire way.

Husk hated when he was right, and now he's gonna kill him for it.

lee!Vox and ler!Alastor fic??? 🤔🤔

Stalker

Requests: Open

Summary: Vox's little obsession with stalking his nemesis lands him into a bit of trouble.

Pairings: Lee!Vox, Ler!Alastor (Mommy Issues)

Warnings: Tickling, Swearing

Words: 1666

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It was a common understanding for most of Hell’s residents that you’d have to either be brave or stupid to be caught on the streets of Hell in the middle of the night, especially alone. Unless of course you were powerful enough to be considered a threat yourself.

Fortunately, our favorite TV Overlord was a perfect mix of powerful, brave, and stupid.

Vox whistled to himself as he walked out the doors of the antique shop, having just planted a shit load of spyware in case that bastard tried to interrupt another one of his broadcasts.

Velvette had given him an earful that afternoon going on about how he was "obsessed" and "borderline psychotic" referring to his recent attempts at gathering intel (not stalking thank you very much) on his enemy.

"He's a threat to our image! The two of you should be thanking me!"

Their little argument sparked when Velvette noticed the pathetic little man had spent a concerning amount of time in front of his gigantic screen wall. Having sent multiple drones that week to spy on the hotel and its residents.

While he still hadn't found any useful information on his nemesis, just knowing where that bastard was at all times was enough to calm his nerves.

Still not stalking.

The Overlord strolled down the sidewalk with his face buried into his phone checking for updates from the drones.

He noticed one of them was offline, only returning a black screen. Vox swiped furiously on the device, heart racing as he tried to figure out what the FUCK was going on?!

Vox picked up his pace a little bit, his screen buried in the other screen, not at all aware of his surroundings.

The man was to consumed by his panic to realize he was being followed before it was too late.

Vox screamed when he felt someone snatch his arms before dragging the man into the dark alleyway he was just about to pass by.

The creep managed to drag him a good distance down the alley before he came out of his shock enough to fight back.

The man twisted, turned, kicked, punched but only managed to free himself once he let off a good amount of electricity. However, his attacker recovered quickly and a fight broke between the two.

Thankfully not a long one. Soon enough, four tendrils emerged from the wall and wrapped around each of the man's limbs before yanking his body and pinning it to the wall.

Vox grunted and emitted more of his electrical shocks before realizing these things were immune. The tendrils had him pinned several inches off the ground with both arm on each side of his screen. He pulled and tugged at the bonds before realizing how monumentally screwed he was.

An annoyed sigh prompted him to look up at his attacker. Only the small light from his screen allowing him to identify the other.

Oh, you've got to be kidding me.

Alastor stalked towards the other, his menacing smile never faltered as he stared daggers into the trapped man.

The demon stopped mere centimeters away from Vox's face before delivering a quick punch to the wall right next to the other's screen causing the brick to crumble.

"Were you a fucking formula baby or some shit?!" Alastor hissed, stepping away slightly. "Did your mother deprive you of attention that bad that you have go around seeking it from everyone else?!" The demon snarled, seemingly pulling Vox's missing drone out of nowhere as he threw it in front of his feet.

"That's besides the point-" He said. "I MEAN-!"

Alastor snatched the other man's tie forcing their faces together again. "What exactly were you hoping to find, hm? Do tell because I'm dying to know what intel could possibly be valuable enough for you to get your soul torn to shreds over."

Vox smiled down at his captor, completely unfazed by the threat. "HA! You don't scare me, Alastor. Besides, there's nothing in that crappy hotel that was worth seeing anyways. All I saw was shitty improv skits and a bunch of half-assed attempts at redemption. The whole place is one big-fat-fucking-joke, which makes sense considering your clown ass is running the show."

Alastor felt his eye twitch but released his hold on the other's tie, causing his neck to snap up and bang his head on the brick wall.

"That mouth of yours is going to be the death of you, my friend."

Vox shook his head, trying to get his bearings once more. "Don't call me that. And let me go already, I'm not telling you anything."

"What else is there to tell?" Alastor asked, picking up the discarded drone. "You've already proven yourself to be quite desperate for my attention, I figured the best way to punish you for this little stunt is by giving you exactly what you want." Alastor stared the demon down as he crushed the drone with his bare hands.

Vox laughed. "Oh, I'm soooo scared! What are you gonna do? Bore me to death with your little- AAH!" Vox screamed when he felt the other's hands grab his waist.

"Not exactly." The demon laughed.

Oh shit. Shit. Shit. SHIT. NO-!

A million memories suddenly flooded Vox's mind. Memories of laughing his guts out under the other demon. Memories of their their little 'fights' that occurred when one or both of them were bored, which Vox always seemed to lose. Memories of Alastor completely losing his patience and tickling Vox mercilessly until he was in tears.

Alastor smiled, relishing in the sight of that cocky smirk being wiped off his rivals face. The demon snickered as he tightened his grip around the other's waist. "Oh Vox, did you really think I would forget? You've begged for my attention countless times like this before, remember? I know exactly how to shut that big mouth of yours~"

Vox started to squirm, the hands weren't even moving yet but just the thought of it sent tingles through the demon's skin.

"Wait- hehA!- Wahait! th-This is sihilly. C'mon, surely yohohou can thinkik of a better wahahay to- AAAHH!" Vox shouted as those hands began slowly pinching up and down his sides.

Alastor chuckled, softly raking his fingers along the other's sides. "I don't think so, old pal. You've had this coming for a long time now."

Vox shook his head as much as he could, given what little space he had. Failing to suppress his giggles as he tugged furiously at his restraints.

"fuhuhuhuck- no- no plehehehease! wahahahahahait- wahahait a minute!" Quiet, panicked giggles were forced from his throat. Remembering how unbearable the softer tickles proved to be, Vox squeezed his eyes shut and grit his teeth but still couldn't hope to block out the unbearable tingling sensation.

"Begging already?" Alastor teased. "That's no fun. You know we're just getting started right?~"

Vox cursed at the teasing. Unintentionally emitting electric sparks due to his flustered state. Alastor remembered how easy it was for the man to overheat and took the teasing down a notch. Instead switching tactics and opting to scribble viciously under his arms.

Vox blue-screened for a split second before letting out a high pitch squeal. Full on cackling at this point while he desperately tried to pull his arms down.

"AAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!- HOLD ON- HOLD OHOHOHON!!! WAHAHAHIT AHAHAHALASTAAAAA- PLEHEHEHEAHAHA-"

Alastor had that self-satisfied smile he always wore whenever he got what he wanted. Vox hated that smile.

"Oh come now Vox~ You're well on your way to be one of the most powerful Overlords in Hell! Surely this can't be all it takes to break you~"

Vox's screen began to glitch and the whirring of the fans became audible as the man began to overheat.

Oh, right. Teasing is a no-go if we want to continue.

Alastor sighed. Well, if talking was too much for Vox, maybe he'd prefer something else instead~

The hands suddenly removed themselves from underneath Vox's arms and moved to either side of his head. The Overlord was to busy cooling down and catching his breath to realize that the other was positioning his face at the crook of his neck.

The feeling of sharp teeth gently nibbling at his neck was enough to snap him back to reality and into another hysterical fit.

"nononONO!- WAHA-AAAIIEEE- WAHAHAAAAA- AHAHAHAHA!!"

Vox cackled and screamed at the intense feeling. Fighting with everything he had to free himself from his bonds, panic flooded his systems at the feeling of being hopelessly trapped and completely at the other's mercy.

To which, of course, Alastor had none.

The demon could feel the heat radiating from the TV demon's systems and knew the poor, pathetic man didn't have much fight left in him.

Deciding to go for the kill, Alastor repositioned his hands at the other's hips and began squeezing rapidly while also blowing a few raspberries at his neck for good measure.

Yeah, Vox literally didn't last half a second.

No screaming. No cackling. No fighting. The demon's screen just glitched brutally before going black and his body instantly went limp.

Alastor pulled back and looked at his victim for a moment.

"Well, shit." He sighed.

He'll admit, he'd been itching to do that again for some time now but it seems he got carried away and the fun got cut short.

Oh well. He was sure there would be a next time.

Alastor grabbed the other's phone and released his body, letting it drop gracelessly on the floor of the alleyway.

Charlie had taught him the basics of how to work one of these things and thankfully Vox was cocky enough to not enable a password on his device.

Assuming the contact name "Doll-Faced Bitch" was one of his colleagues, he sent a photo of Vox's limp body as well as the location before tossing the phone away and heading back to the hotel.

Someday, he'll learn not to mess with The Radio Demon.

But hopefully not anytime soon.

BRO???!!!??

Okay first of all- This was amazing!!!! I love that the whole fic is basically just one big flash back and ughhhh this is too cute!!!

Just 10/10! Your writing is super creative, can't wait to see more! <3

A sparkle in the night

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Pair: Alastor and Vox. A bit platonic, a bit romantic, could be read in different ways.

Disclaimer: Nothing other than it’s a SFW tickle fic. They are also slightly ooc but tbh we don’t really know since I’m describing a moment that happened before the series takes place sooooo… who knows (but honestly, Alastor is much too sweet to be canon).

Also I had fun with some fonts I found online, I don’t know if that is a problem so if you find difficulties reading please tell me and I’ll change it!

Vox is stressed and wants to reminisce old times, old friends, old feelings.

I got the idea for this from this fic by @starlight-write. I wanted to explore Alastor and Vox’s relationship before whatever happened between them.

I hope you all enjoy it!

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Hell had changed a lot since Vox first arrived. He had met many Overlords who now weren’t ‘alive’ anymore, killed by Angels or by other sinners. He had seen Hell change its geography, different shops rising and then succumbing to nefarious fate.

He had met friends along the way, and he had lost them too.

Vox had learnt that the afterlife was just as complicated and confusing as his past life: people were hard to read, it was hard to understand their needs and, honesty, he wasn’t very good at accommodating them. Of course it was easy to solve people problems work wise (most of the times he was the one creating a fake problem and giving the public a new product as a solution), but when it came to personal business he couldn’t just hypnotise everyone. Well he could but…

He was alone in his personal room, monitors all over him, phones and computers all around him. Even if he was alone he was constantly under the spotlight. He knew he had to prove he was stronger. That he wasn’t scared of anything or anyone.

That’s how he would spend the majority of his afterlife: surrounded by his constant eyes, recording every movement he himself ever made.

So that’s why he felt so excited when he turned off every single monitor except for the bigger one in front of him. He shut down every camera or microphone around him. Unrecorded. Unregistered moments.

A shiver ran down his spine.

After seeing that ghost of his past back again after seven years of absence he had to see something. Something that was his and his only.

What he was looking for was an old memory, one that he had to update digitally from his old headset.

Everything was meticulously categorised so it didn’t take long before he found what he was looking for.

The video started.

And he was almost 45 years younger, he had a different - and much heavier - headset and an ‘old pal’ next to him.

They were in the middle of an animated conversation in a remote bar in the pride ring. Everybody was keeping their distance from them and the moody bartender kept sending them drink after drink.

«Television is much more than photography you radio obsessed demon. Television is alive, it’s thrilling!» Vox exclaimed standing up and stomping his foot on the chair in front of him. Alastor looked at the action with little to no reaction, his usual smile plastered on his face.

«You, young man, are as loud as a cow at the slaughterhouse. That is in no way an Overlord behaviour.» he said squeezing his shoulder and inviting Vox to sit again.

Vox blinked in confusion - and slight worry because of the metaphor - before pouting as a scolded child. He got himself back on the high stools next to the counter dangling his feet.

Alastor poured another whiskey in his glass.

«I admire your enthusiasm, but you have to understand that Hell is different from Earth. You cannot show demons your… moving pictures and expect them to simply follow you. You need to plan. To be strategic. Logical.» he offered the drink to Vox, who looked at the goldish liquid with skepticism.

Alastor’s smile grew bigger. «A peace offer?». Vox sighed and gulped it down in one shot, much to Alastor’s disapproval.

«I think you’re complicating your life too much! I can hypnotise people!» he pointed at his eyes as the pupil changed, but Alastor was unfazed.

«It doesn’t work on me.»

«Yeah I still have to understand why…» he sighed as his head started to spin. His face became a bit foggy, just for a moment.

That made Alastor grin wider. «Is the strong and powerful aspiring Overlord feeling a bit dizzy?»

«Fuck you I am not. You’re just-» he looked down at his empty glass and grabbed the bottle to refill it. «I am an Overlord! ‘M not aspiring to be anything you pompous-» but he was cut off by Alastor cupping Vox’s hands with his and helping him pour the drink. Vox’s heart skipped a beat as his antennas sparkled.

«You were saying?» he hummed, fully aware of what he was doing.

«Fuck you.»

Alastor’s smiled softened «Charming.» and Vox smiled back, rolling his eyes.

They had these kind of conversations every time they hang out. They would go to a bar and sit far away from everyone, start bickering, try to get a deal one from the other only to call it even and repeat this cycle every few days. Vox kept convincing himself that these encounters weren’t a big deal but things like that, like that genuine smile, made him doubt that.

Vox drank his whiskey quickly, just to see Alastor’s ear flicker in dismay, a gesture Vox had learnt to recognise over the years.

He took the bottle and refilled his and Alastor’s empty glass.

«You do not understand what it means to be an Overlord just as much as you do not understand how to enjoy your drink.» Alastor said turning on his stool and leaning with his back on the counter.

«AH! Alcohol gets you drunk. That’s the big meaning behind it.»

Vox was about to chug down his whiskey when he felt something brushing over his side. As he yelped Alastor snickered, trying to camouflage it with a cough.

«AÆl- he glitched - what are you doing?»

«As you can see I am not doing anything.» he said raising his hands to prove his point. Vox straightened his back, looking at his surroundings in confusion.

His fogged brain was trying to process whether there was a threat or not. He felt electricity build up in his body.

As he raised his glass, he felt it again, something brushing his side, just lightly, but, when he turned, his eyes could only scan thin air.

«What is going on?» he mumbled putting the drink down.

Alastor didn’t answer, but he was having fun. Vox could see it by that stupid tail of his that was slightly wagging.

If it was his doing… oh no.

The tendrils came out of nowhere and wrapped around his torso, caressing his stomach and sides slowly.

Vox felt electricity between his fingers and in his antennas. He clamped his mouth shut with his hands, slightly kicking his feet.

«Is everything alright Vox?» Vox shook his head, little sparkles all around him. That fucker…

One of those tentacles circled around the center of his tummy, caressing the blue skin. He could feel the tip lightly scratching the sensitive area, making his body tremble.

It was so agonisingly slow. The gesture felt both sweet and mean, as if it were Alastor’s fingers toying with him.

Then he increased the pace.

Vox’s face started trembling, the image of his expression danced on the screen for a moment, deforming his flat features. Alastor came closer to his prey, enjoying every second.

«Maybe it would be better if you just let yourself…-» the tentacles that were around his stomach changed direction and dug in his hips «…Laugh.»

Vox giggles sparkled, as static electricity vibrated around him. He tried so hard to contain himself, but once the first chuckle was out he could not stop.

«AHAHAHAHL nohohoho.»

«No? But I’m not doing anything my dear! I think you had one too many of these.» he said sliding away the man’s drink, saving it from being destroyed.

«Yohohou knohow dæ-ámňņ well what you’re dohohoing.» Vox managed to say while trying to push his tentacles away.

«Of course I do.» he got closer, more tentacles coming from all around him. Vox felt his heart pounding in his chest, his face a mixture of fear and excitement. A stupid wobbly smile was plastered on his screen.

«And you’re enjoying every single second.» had Vox been a little less drunk he would have probably tried to retort, but all he could do was stare at Alastor’s tendrils.

Two of them wrapped around his wrists, raising his hands.

«Oh noho don’t y҉̗͚͚̯̋̏̍̑O̸͎͕̒̽͐̏U҉͓̦̰̘̌́̏̾͆ DARE ALASTOR!» the tentacles danced in front of him, circling around his underarms. Two of them were near his sides, and no matter how hard he tried to pull at his restraints he couldn’t free himself.

«Oh how I like seeing you like this.» Alastor sighed «So helpless.»

«Ahahahahahl Ihihi ha-hatehehe yohohor stupid gahames.» he protested. He was still sat on his absurdly high stool, his feet trying to touch the floor to push himself back. But there was nowhere to run.

Every demon in the place had already fled, believing that the Radio Demon had found his new victim. Well they weren’t completely wrong.

«Do not lie to me.» Alastor caressed Vox’s screen with a single finger, and fake sweat flashed on his face. «You love my games. And besides, a powerful Overlord like you should laugh at the face of danger.» that actually made Vox titter.

Anything said by Alastor made him laugh.

«Let me see your smile.»

All of the tentacles attacked at the same time, some caressing his skin, some scratching at the fabric of his clothes. They were under his arms, on his stomach, meaningly attacking his hips.

The laugh that left his throat gave Alastor goosebumps. It was loud, the loudest he had ever heard from him and it was so… carefree.

All the sense of control, the pressure of becoming a powerful Overlord, the high standards the man held on himself all crumbled down. And he was just helplessly laughing in front of his friend, eyes closed, not afraid to be hurt.

Unfortunately for him he was definitely too sensitive though and the moment a tendril flicked his antenna he started to glitch.

«NOHOHOHOHŒĦØ-»

A spark of electricity made the entire place blackout for a moment, before the lights came back on. Alastor looked at the display of power both amazed and awed.

The man was really strong.

«Be careful my friend-» Alastor’s voice came from much closer than before «We wouldn’t want you to short circuit would we?»

He decided to give him a little break.

The moment the tendrils freed him, Vox turned his back and held the counter with both of his hands, looking for stability.

He could not stop the giggles and titters leaving his body, feeling even drunken than before even though the alcohol was starting to wear off.

However, before Vox could stop laughing, a single tentacle snuck under the his shirt, through his sleeve, slowly and gently caressing his underarm with its tip. The small movement was driving Vox mad.

He collapsed on the counter, laughter now pouring out of him. His feet were kicking the air. The free arm was pounding on the surface, not lucid enough to try to free himself.

He let his head rest on the table, the screen tilted toward Alastor.

«Yohohouh bihihihitch.» he giggled before trying to pry away a new tendril that was slipping under his shirt, targeting his stomach.

His feet kicked harder and quicker as he started to hiccup. «Ihi- IHĮĦĮ- chahaæn’ț.» his voice changed and distorted.

Alastor drank another glass, closing his eyes and enjoying the flavour.

«Sooo» he stood up next to the giggling mess. «Do we wanna make a deal?» he asked making his tentacles stop their torture and back away.

Vox took a few seconds to compose himself before lifting his head and facing the other demon.

Giggles were still stuck in his throat, threatening to leave his body at every word. «A deahal?» he straightened his back and fixed his shirt, now turning his entire body towards the friend.

«I’m not selling my soul for some T̵̲̫̈́̉͗̂͆-tickles. You can’t be that stupid.»

«I am not, my friend. And for once I do not care for your soul! Oh no no no! I would like…-» he let the anticipation roll on Vox’s nerves as he approached him with twitching fingers. «-for you to never drink whiskey in such an inconsiderate way. You either taste your liquor or you don’t drink at all. You do not gobble your alcohol. You understand that young man don’t you?» and as he pronounced the last sentence, he started tracing invisible circles on Vox’s sides.

Vox closed his eyes and the giggle that escaped his lips was a mixture of ticklish agony and amusement.

«Are you finding my request funny?» his fingers danced on his sides.

«Oh c’mohohn Ahahal.» he kicked his feet again, very careful not to hit the demon in front of him. «Ihiht is fuhuhucking hilariohohohus.» he managed to say.

Alastor was not amused.

«Well if you think this is hilarious I cannot imagine what you’d think of t̷̥̲͎͇̤̒̈́̔h̵̳̪̰͋̊ȉ̵̭̦̰̊̉̒s̶͈͉͙͕̥̅̚.» as his voice distorted he drilled his thumbs in Vox’s hips, scratching slightly under his clothes.

Vox’s face became black for a few seconds, before returning to his loud self, pounding with his free hands on Alastor’s chest.

«Such a sweet sound.»

«Ḍ̷̙̙̪̏́̏̒͊e҈̫̓̓̈ͅĥ̴̤̖̪̓́͗̀a҉̤̩͙̏̿ĥ̴̤̖̪̓́͗̀a҉̤̩͙̏̿ĥ̴̤̖̪̓́͗̀a҉̤̩͙̏̿l̸̳͓͔͇̗̋͌̈ ḍ̶̣͎͍͇̐̂̉̿̎e̷͎̘͌̈a҈̫͎͆̏̇l̵͉͚͓̃̄ ḍ̶̣͎͍͇̐̂̉̿̎e̷͎̘͌̈e҈̫̓̓̈ͅĥ̴̤̖̪̓́͗̀e҈̫̓̓̈ͅĥ̴̤̖̪̓́͗̀a҈̫͎͆̏̇l̵͉͚͓̃̄.» his glitched and distorted voice came so soft to Alasto’s ear.

Alastor stopped with a chuckle.

«You enjoyed it.» he said before stepping away.

«Oh well don’t think I didn’t notice your tail wagging.» the tv demon whispered with a smile on his face.

Alastor turned himself, hiding his back and his stupid soft tail, a small blush colouring his cheeks.

Vox laughed again, a genuine laugh, and then grabbed his own glass. The older man way eyeing him, fingers ready to summon his power once more.

Vox drank slowly, feeling the warmth of the alcohol. He closed his eyes, enjoying the taste.

Alastor smiled at him, the genuine smile reserved to these late night, where the alcohol in their veins made their heads lighter and their words easier to leave their lips.

The words Alastor pronounced forty-five years ago echoed in the empty room. They sounded sincere, no filter altering them, just honesty and liquor on his tongue.

«You’re like a sparkle in the night Vox. You make this dark world brighter with your smile. Remember that»

Vox closed his eyes and let out a sight. He hugged himself for a moment and let those words sink in, burning his soul.

He allowed himself to feel this way for a few seconds, before turning everything off and straightening his jacket.

He had to go now.

He needed to find out what that pompous old prick was planning.

~~~

I feel like I’ve been working on this fics for a month, but it’s actually been a couple of weeks.

I loved exploring Vox and Alastor’s dynamic and showing Alastor being kind of a mentor for Vox.

Initially Valentino had a part in this fic, but in the end his role got cut off, but who knows! I might explore their relationship and how it affected Vox and Alastor in future fics! In this universe (yeah, the one I created pretty much for this single tickle fic) Al and Vox originally had a strong relationship, something between platonic and romantic, that got ruined when Vox met Valentino and started hanging out with him (Even though I strongly believe that in the serie Vox was the one that fell in love and Alastor was just trying to get something out of him and eventually got tired of Vox and left him)

The first scene felt really like when Hamilton and Burr go drink together at the beginning of the musical ahahahaha.

I don’t know when will I publish the new fic, it will take me a long time before I am able to write so much again.

Let me know what you think guys 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

POLL TIME!!!!

Okay, I've been inactive for a HOT minute so I figured it's about time I finish some of these requests (which are still open).

There's a Radioapple fic that's been collecting dust in my drafts for a couple months now so that'll be posted either tonight or tomorrow.

In the meantime, here's some of the lovely requests I've received. I plan to write them all eventually, but I think it'd be fun to let you guys decide what I should work on next! <3

I'll leave this poll open for a week and I'll write based off supply and demand. Have fun! <3

haha animation go brr

dont actually swipe its a gif

I've noticed that we nave little to no art of Human Alastor being tickled,he's a cutie and needs to get wrecked~

I have no idea why this never crossed my mind 😭♥ he needs to get messed up so bad uwu

700 Follower (Upcoming) Boop Booth Event!! 💖

O. M. GGGGGG!!!

I cannot believe my eyes!! 🥹🥹🥲🥲😭😭😭

I just wanna say a massive thank you guys to all of you who have stuck with me since day one, and who continue to stick with me and have watched my art blossomed! You all rock for that! ✨💕🫶🏻

I wasn’t expecting so many of you all to like my art so it really means a lot 🥲 💖💖💘💕💓💝

To celebrate, I am excited to say I’ll be doing a special 700 Followers Event Boop Booth! (I know everyone does it at le 500 mark but gimme a break, I haven’t checked my followers count for weeks as I been busy 🥲)

I still have two more art things I wanna post, so I will be doing the Boop Booth right after that, but I’ll let you guys decide on who the heck will be our adorable victim for this! >:3 (also cuz I’m indecisive af to decide for myself anyways lmaooo)

So put your two cents in, and stay tuned~!

Upcoming 700 Followers Boop Booth RESULTS:

AAAAAAA!! You people have spoken! We’re doing a Hazbin Boop Booth!! (*^▽^*)

OKOKOKOK NOW! QUICK!! We gotta decide….

700 Followers Boop Booth: DAY 1

WELL—

Looks like someone got trapped in an angelic rope trap while strolling through the streets! 😈 And he is NOT happy about it! (｀∇´)

Alrighty peoples! *rubs hands manically* LET’S DO THIS! >:]

700 Followers Boop Booth: DAY 2

Ohhh looks like we got ourselves a stubborn palooka! But he’ll crack any moment! He just needs…a little help >:3

700 Followers Boop Booth: DAY 3

HEHEHEEE HE CRACKED!! 😈😈 “NevEr fully drEsseD withOut a smile!” ✨☝🏻😃 Oh how the turns table! ψ(｀∇´)ψ

Alright people, you know the drill…

700 Followers Boop Booth: DAY 4

OOP! So kicky and hysterical! (And adorable babey deer bleats 🥺) Must be a bad spot… ψ(｀∇´)ψ

700 Followers Boop Booth: DAY 5

Sorry this took a little longer, y’all! ToT Yer girl had a little trouble (trying not to Windows crash) with this one! 😩🙏🏻

ANYWAY!!

AWH! He’s even saying please! 🥺

700 Followers Boop Booth: DAY 6

WELL! That shut him up quickly! >:3

sorry for the longer wait, jellybeans! I was delayed due to feeling unwell this past week, but I’m otay now! (*´꒳`*)

NOW! The moment we’ve allll been waiting for….we’ve made it to the last day and boy have we had a blast torturing this silly idiot! 😈 But alas, all good things must come to an end.

We must have Alastor get revenge on us. Love ur art btw it's adorable!

Haiii Thank you!! That means a lot! ✨🥹🥹🫶🏻💕

Ooohohoho yes! If we all thought that we could just tk wreck the Radio Demon without SOME kind of consequence….we’re dead wrong!

Better take cover and sleep with one eye (or both) open, people! Cuz after the Boop Booth concludes, Alastor is coming for us!!! So just stay calm…and RUN! RUN FOR YER LIIIIIIIVES!!! 🏃🏻‍♀️💨

700 Followers Boop Booth: DAY 7

And with that said, le Boop Booth is CONCLUDED!! Thank you so much to everyone who participated! This was really really fun and I can’t wait to see what y’all pick for the next Boop Booth when we reach another follower milestone!!! 🫶🏻💖✨

But now that Alastor is loose from his angelic bonds, I’m gonna run like a coward now. 🏃🏻‍♀️💨

That’s all, folks! Until next time! Stay tuned~! 📻

CAN YOU DRAW LEE!SIR PENTIOUS IF POSSIBLY?? OR JUST ANYTHING ABT LEE!SIR PENTIOUS??

AJKHSJSGFJF RAAAAAA YESSSS

LEE!SNEK BOI!! 👹👹✨🐍

Hello there. I hope you're doing well. I've discovered you recently, and I LOVE YOUR ART🩷 I was wondering if it would be okay to ask you if you could draw my Hazbin Hotel oc Holly getting tickled by Angel Dust? If not, it's alright. I don't wanna bother you, but if yes, here's a full body picture of her and a picture of her in her main outfit (it's the only full body picture of her I have) Now I'm going to go back to my cave, bye 😁 👋

Haiii! AAHDKJFKH thank you dearie!! That means a lot!! 🥺🙏🏻💕

Eeee super cute OC btw! Holly is a cute name! Eat up! :3 Can we all agree Angel Dust would make an evil yet amazing ler? Like c’mon! THE ARMSSS!!! 💖

If u do requests, lee!Vox plz???

HEHEEHEE I HAVE BEEN SUMMONED!! The people have SPOKEN!! 🙌🏻

Ehehe lee TV man ( •̀ω•́ )