#ler!lucy

[comfytickles]

Peanuts tickles cause they are adorable.

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#fanart #tickling #my art #tickle art #traditional art #comic #peanuts #lucy van pelt #schroeder #lee!schroeder #ler!lucy #sfw tickles #DO NOT MAKE THIS WEIRD PEOPLE THEY ARE KIDS #lucy x schroeder #schrucy

[pink-tk-a-latte]

Day in the Life of the Nakajima Household

Aka Atsushi’s tiny dorm at the ADA that he is forced to share with 3 murderous individuals.

Tickle fic!! Lee!Atsushi, Lers!Lucy, Kyouka, and Akutagawa + a little Ler!Atsushi, Lee!Lucy (romantic Akuatsulucy and platonic Kyouka addition)

It’s the orphan poly + fellow orphan Kyouka!!!! ❤️🤍🖤💙 I wrote this a while ago so it’s all in present tense LOL. When I first had the idea, I was hesitant, but then I started actually watching the BSD anime and got to know all their characters better so here it is!! They make me SO EMOTIONAL

Also bonus mini HCs at the end!!!!!!!!!

(Ignore the cringey ahh emoticons LMAO it’s just that all of them are so creature-coded)

ᓚᘏᗢ ♡ ≽^•⩊•^≼ ♡ ૮(˶• ༝ •˶)ა ♡ /ᐠ •̀ ˕ •́ マ ♡ ՞ↀ - ↀ՞

Atsushi’s dorm at the Agency is certainly not made to house four people. It’s hardly big enough for two. Kunikida looks one noise complaint away from bursting a vein in his forehead, but, well, nothing has ever gone to plan as long as Atsushi’s involved.

Despite their statuses as Port Mafia operative and former Guild disciple, Lucy and Akutagawa come over so often that Atsushi’s colleagues hardly bat an eye. The two have even taken to calling it “their place,” which Atsushi thinks is kinda unfair — both for his living situation and his heart.

It’s a peaceful kind of day today. Kyouka’s inside journaling, Aku’s at the store — because he has the most stable paycheck — getting groceries, and Atsushi and Lucy are outside, watering the plants around the building.

“Someday you should get us a garden,” Lucy says while she sprinkles water over the tiny blossoming daisies. “So we can take care of our own plants instead of these ugly trees.”

Atsushi sends her a playful glare from where he’s watering said trees with a hose, smiling. “Do I have to do everything in this relationship? My pockets are crying thanks to you guys.”

Lucy scoffs. “Shut up, you! I give you discounts at the cafe all the time. I put my life on the line for you.” She tosses her hair and places a hand on her chest, and Atsushi holds back a laugh.

Maybe it’s his apprenticeship under Dazai, but Atsushi feels a bit mischievous today. In a move that he’ll probably regret later, he lifts the hose and rains fire over his life partner.

Gasping and spluttering, Lucy throws up her hands to block the spray. Her sundress soaks through and her braids quickly start to droop. She turns a murderous gaze on Atsushi through dark, sticky bangs, and he feels sweat run down his back.

“Atsushi Nakajima, you’re dead!” He spots a certain intensity in Lucy’s turquoise eyes.

Uh oh. He knows what that means.

Atsushi yelps and drops the hose, not even bothering to switch it off before he sprints. He employs his tiger strength, probably cheating, but Lucy could easily drag him away from reality and into Anne’s Room if she wants. Noticeably, she doesn’t, probably to drag out the anticipation. But she will have him. Atsushi is sure.

He races into the building and up the stairs. He doesn’t trust the elevator, but he has hope of escape if he continues on foot. In a blur, he spots his apartment number and pushes through the door, thankfully unlocked. Atsushi lunges for the closet, throws open the door and slams it shut behind him. He’s been on so many stealth missions; Atsushi knows how to be quiet. But he’s giddy from the chase and can barely restrain the frantic giggling he breathes out.

“Where are you, my cute little kitty? Come out, let’s play~!” He hears with his heightened senses. A shiver runs up his spine even while his face feels like an oven. He needs to remember that Lucy worked for the Guild, and their first meeting was a gamble for his and his coworkers’ lives. “Isn’t this a fun game! But you can’t hide forever.”

He really can’t, because there’s only so many places he can hide in his tiny apartment. He wonders what his chances are of getting out the closet and jumping through the window without Lucy noticing.

Just as he thinks this, though, the door flies open.

“Found you!” A grin full of metal shines through the darkness, and Atsushi screams. He tries to leap past her, but the wind is knocked out of his lungs as she tackles him onto his futon. Where did she get this strength from? Yet he doesn’t match her force with his own, mostly because, now that he’s caught, he’s found he doesn’t want to be free.

“Such a bad kitty,” she pulls him onto her lap with her elbows under his arms, and Atsushi feels her wet clothes press against his back. His ears are already pounding, hot. “I’ll show you what happens when you go up against Lucy Maud Montgomery!”

Suddenly there are fingers pressing into his sides. Atsushi yells out a panicked laugh. “A- Ahahaha! Luhuhucyhehehe I’m sorryhehehe!”

She huffs. “Well, you should’ve thought about that before you drenched me!”

This is just the consequences of his actions, isn’t it? Her nails tease under his shirt and he throws his head back. “Stahahahap! Stop Ihi yeheheheild! Lucyehehehe!”

She toes the line between unbearable and gentle. The feeling runs through Atsushi’s every nerve, frying his brain until he can’t do anything but kick and flail around on his sheets. Lucy holds him firmly, a satisfied smile on her face that he can’t see.

She is doing this for revenge, but gosh is Atsushi cute. His cheeks are full and red, his fangs peeking out from under his lip. His giggles are nervous and flighty but ingenuous, the purest kind of happiness. Warmth runs through her face without permission; she really wishes she didn’t have such an embarrassing ailment.

When Lucy digs her fingers into his ribs and Atsushi squeals loud enough to echo off the walls, Kyouka pokes her head in from the other room.

“Oh, are we getting Atsushi?” she asks with a small blink. Lucy grins and Atsushi pleads.

“Ky- Kyouka plehehease! Hehehelp! I’m gonnahahaha dahahahie!”

“We are indeed, Kyouka! And he deserves it. I’m sure he would love if you assisted me.”

Kyouka’s expression doesn’t change, but her eyes twinkle. She strides over and seats herself on top of Atsushi’s legs. He cracks open his eyes to give his little sister a look of betrayal.

“Kyouka! Youhaha’re supposed to help mehehehe!”

“No thanks,” she says blankly, before drilling into his hips with an assassin’s precision.

“KYOUHOHOKAHAHAHA!” Even Lucy is a little terrified by the focus in Kyouka’s eyes, as if she were performing a surgery. But mostly she’s just pleased. She takes her hands off Atsushi’s ribs to clap, then repositions them in his underarms.

“YOUHOUHAHA GUHUhuys are soho MEHEHEHEAN!”

“This is discipline,” Kyouka states very seriously, and Lucy too laughs at that. Kyouka reaches forward and pokes Atsushi’s cheek. “You’re so squishy. Like a bunny. Squish.”

Atsushi turns pink; Lucy really wishes that didn’t make her flustered. “He is, isn’t he?” She pokes his other cheek. “Just as a tabby cat should be.”

Then Lucy worms her fingers into his neck and he scrunches up. “EHEHEHEE nohohoHO!”

While Lucy’s methods are soft in an evil way, Kyouka attacks with honed, concentrated energy, deadly in her efficiency. And with both of them on opposite ends of his body, Atsushi has no room left for thought.

And then the front door shuts with a bang.

Perhaps Akutagawa is too aggressive with his actions, and he squints apologetically at the door he slammed. Setting down the grocery bags on the counter, he winces at the ruckus in the apartment. Is that the Jinko’s screaming?

He walks into the main room to find what he’d expected to see: Atsushi pinned to the floor with Kyouka and Lucy dissecting him.

“This is just like you, Jinko,” he scoffs with a note of fondness, squatting beside the squirming, laughing Atsushi. “You’re not even fighting back.”

“RYUHUHAHA dohohon’t!” Atsushi shakes his head, his face a deep pink and his eyes crinkled shut. His smile is just as blinding as the light of the sun. Gross, Akutagawa thinks with a mini smile.

“Akutagawa.” Kyouka turns to him with that river-like gaze, clear but acute. “Join us.” Lucy cackles.

He smirks. “If that is what I must do.”

Though she calls out to Ryuunosuke now, Kyouka hasn’t forgotten how his words kept dragging her down as she swam desperately toward the light. But then he said he was proud of her. Plus, well, he’s involved with Atsushi. Kyouka’s grown to trust him, at least as long as Atsushi’s around. The same goes for Lucy, who Kyouka resented at first for endangering Atsushi, and for her harsh personality that pushes everyone away. That was before though, before she learned that Lucy is genuinely kind, only a girl at heart, and she’s really fun to talk to, and hug, and go shopping for plushies and clothes and crêpes with.

Kyouka would defend Atsushi’s happiness with the blade of a katana and the might of a demon. Because he’s the one who saved her, because he’s her older brother. He has a way of bringing out the light in those with the blackest of blood. Though he’s made many enemies, he has twice as many friends, Lucy and Aku included. She’s never been more sure that they care for Atsushi than now, engaging in something so purely affectionate. That’s why Kyouka pitches in, because her heart is full to the limit.

Speaking of which, Atsushi seems to be reaching his limit.

“RYUHAHAHAHA! LUHUCYEHEAHAHAE! KYOUHAHAKAHAHA! STAHAHAHAHAP!”

Akutagawa is rough and awkward as he claws at the center of Atsushi’s abdomen. Even Rashoumon is crawling up and down his sides. Still sitting on his legs, Kyouka is moments away from flying off, and it’s only through sheer determination that she remains in place. Lucy has slowed her assault out of pity (because she is soft for this man and terrible at hiding it), slowly dragging her fingers across Atsushi’s jaw. Kyouka copies her: Akutagawa really is ruthless. Atsushi’s floundering and screaming is amusing though, and she can’t hold back the soft giggles escaping from her own chest. Though his laughter is desperate and embarrassed, it’s also bright and overwhelmed with love.

“You should learn to take this, weretiger. If you wish to help people, endurance and inspiration of the soul are necessary skills to have.”

Which is basically fancy talk for: Your joy could cure the world’s suffering and you should show it more often.

“LIHIHIHIKE you wouhAHALD KNOHOHOW! AHAHAHA wahahaHAIT!”

“How foolish of you to sass me in your position.”

Atsushi’s chest barely gets the chance to rise and fall before another laugh is forced out. He probably needs a breather. Lucy, despite being the one to start this, is also the first to end it.

“Now now, Aku. Give him a break. We were at this for a while before you came.”

Akutagawa hums, but he retracts his hand and his ability. Lucy and Kyouka let up, and Kyouka removes herself from Atsushi’s legs. Finally free, Atsushi collapses into Lucy’s lap with an inhale that could rival a tornado. He tries to regulate his breathing with giggles interrupting, and he buries his face against Lucy’s thigh, turning to his original assailant for comfort. Lucy blushes even redder than Atsushi himself had because his tiny exhausted closed-eye smile is the cutest thing she’s ever seen, but settles her hand on his back for a massage.

“You hahall… ahawful,” he titters. “Lucy, I’m sohorry for hosing you.”

Kyouka appears beside Lucy and pats Atsushi’s head. Lucy sighs as if she’d just been hit with the force of all the love in the world. “I suppose I can forgive you. I’m a little less soaked now, thanks for asking.”

“Sorry, sorry.” His chuckles turn to sleepy mumbles. “That’s good, though. I’m glad.”

“Quit apologizing.” Lucy covers her face with her equally red hair and turns away. “You’re such a sap.”

“Far too soft,” Akutagawa adds, leaning down to press a kiss to Atsushi’s upright cheek. Kyouka moves her hand so Lucy can kiss the cat’s head too, instead throwing her legs over him and leaning on Lucy’s shoulder. Akutagawa is a clumsy distance from the cuddle pile, hunched over Atsushi, so the tiger throws an arm around his other life partner’s shoulders and drags him down to rest on his back, maneuvering himself so he’s on his stomach, chin on Lucy’s lap. She runs her fingers through choppy white hair and shifts one leg to lay on Akutagawa’s arm and establish a point of contact with everyone. She laughs quietly as she looks over their entangled position, like some kind of Tetris puzzle.

And then she starts laughing for a very different reason.

“ATSUSHIHIHEHEHEE!”

Kyouka flinches as Lucy’s shoulder jolts her off and blinks rapidly. Then she catches sight of Lucy’s hysterical expression and wide open mouth, someone’s fingers scribbling up her sides, and understands. Screeching, Lucy kicks and shoves at the boy in her lap, the culprit, and realizes that with all the bodies piled on top of her, there is no escape.

Atsushi, the ever perseverant hero he is, grins up at her with teeth white as an angel but pointy as a beast. “Revenge.”

And this is what happens when you go up against Nakajima Atsushi.

ᓚᘏᗢ ♡ ≽^•⩊•^≼ ♡ ૮(˶• ༝ •˶)ა ♡ /ᐠ •̀ ˕ •́ マ ♡ ՞ↀ - ↀ՞

Ryu may have the most money but he has near-zero social capabilities. They all lack people skills actually, but Aku lost the last video game tournament. So he’s doing the grocery shopping.

Also they love each other <3

I don’t know why I got so emotional with Kyouka’s POV but it’s probably because I adore her to the ends of the earth. Two paragraphs of just Kyouka reflection bc I think she’s the type to start daydreaming in the middle of an attack.

Relationship HCs:

Atsushi and Lucy — like lonely little children in love, so desperately it hurts

Atsushi and Akutagawa — It’s Complicated™️ (it isn’t)

Akutagawa and Kyouka — it is actually complicated, but they’re getting there

Kyouka and Atsushi — the purest form of connection, siblings <3

Kyouka and Lucy — sisters who give each other the freedom to just be girls

Lucy and Akutagawa — from strangers to not so much so, united by their love for one special tiger (they’re still getting used to each other)

This is a long-ahh footnote I’m sorry

#py is turning pink #tickle #tickle fic #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd tickle #akuatsulucy #atsulucy #shin soukoku #lee!atsushi #ler!lucy #ler!akutagawa #ler!kyouka

[trashyswitch]

Day 31: Aftercare

Lucy keeps bothering Schroeder while he's practicing piano. And unfortunately for him (or fortunately for her), she has now found out his one weakness: he's very ticklish...

And the Peanuts characters are back once again! I hope you enjoy! And thank you so much for coming along for another ride through Tickletober. It's been very fun!

This fanfic is inspired by this post by @comfytickles. :3

Schroeder was playing some songs on his little red toy piano, content to be playing the music made by his favorite composers. Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, Johann Sebastian Bach, Frédéric Chopin…and his absolute favorite artist, Ludwig Van Beethoven. A man of pure class and authenticity. Pure genius beyond comprehension. Even now, centuries later, his music is forever admired. And Schroeder will make sure Beethoven’s music will live on through his own playing on his little piano. 

“Oh Schroeder~” Someone called. 

Schroeder mentally groaned. He knew this voice way too well…it was Lucy, hoping to get him to notice her. Not wanting to give her what she wanted, Schroeder tried to ignore the voice as best he could, and just focus on playing the piano. He played the notes as he knew them, specifically playing Sonata No. 23 in F Minor, Op. 57 “Appassionata” by Beethoven. He focused on the notes as he played this melodramatic piece. 

“Hello?” The person called, waving a hand in Schroeder’s face. 

Despite the hand blocking his vision, Schroeder knew this toy piano’s notes off by heart and managed to successfully play through her disturbances without losing his spot in the piece. “Fine…be like that.” The person said, before walking away. 

Schroeder looked up from the piano for a moment. “Huh?” He asked, confused. Though he mentally congratulated himself for ignoring her long enough, he grew confused as to why she had walked away so easily. Lucy was NEVER that easy to get rid of…she was like a flea on a dog! She stuck to his piano like glue, whether he wanted her to or not. 

Schroeder continued to play the piano, now unbothered by Lucy. He was getting towards the halfway mark…also known as, his favorite part of this piano piece. He smiled a bit more to himself as he played up and down the keys like a prodigy. He could not imagine his life without his precious toy piano. It was his favorite thing in the whole wide world! He could never give up his piano, even if he tried. 

Schroeder played through his favorite part. Though his face looked unexpressive, he was practically beaming from inside. He could not be playing a more perfect piece to describe this beautiful moment. It was such a comforting, emotional piece. 

“Schroeder?” The same voice called. 

Schroeder mentally sighed. She’s back…his time alone is already being cut short. She had only been gone for a few seconds…or so it felt. Perhaps it may have been a little longer. He wasn’t entirely sure. 

“If you don’t talk to me, then I’ll make you.” The voice said. 

Schroeder mentally rolled his eyes. What is she possibly gonna do to him, to make him talk to her? Poke him? Shout in his ear? Hopefully not. She’d better not ruin his piano playing either…That would be a tragic day…

“Hmmm…” The voice muttered beside him. Now what is she up to? 

*poke* 

“GAH!?” He shouted, pulling his arms back and hugging his sides. 

“Peek a boo!” She teased, giggling. 

Schroeder grunted and rubbed the feeling away with his hand, before attempting to go back to his piano. 

“Boop!” She declared, poking both his sides. 

Schroeder yelped and hugged his sides again, before looking at Lucy with a scowl. “Hey!” He reacted. 

“Hehehehe! What’s wrong? Ticklish?” She asked him. 

Great…She found his one weakness…

Schroeder stuttered. “I-...I-I-n-no…W-wha-” 

Lucy laughed. “Wow! How have I never known your weakness?” She asked. 

Schroeder growled. “I’m not ticklish!” He told her. 

Lucy giggled again. “Oh really?” She squeezed his side a few more times for good measure. “Then this shouldn’t bother you one bit~” She teased. 

Schroeder jumped and hardened his belly, in the hopes to stop the tickles from affecting him too much. “AH-! N-No!” He grunted. “Come on, Schroeder. Laugh for me!” She teased. 

Schroeder squeezed his eyes shut in one last attempt to stop himself from spilling any laughter out of himself. “L-LucystOP!” Schroeder yelled. 

“Boop, boop, boop, boop! Squish-y-squish-y-squish!” She declared, squeezing his sides playfully. 

Schroeder gasped and finally let out all his laughter. “BAHAHAhahaha! Stahahap! Stahap-stop-stop-NOHOHOhoho!” He laughed. 

“Bingo! I gotcha! Tickle tickle, Schroeder~!” She declared, going for his belly next. “Laugh for me, Schroeder! Laugh for me!” She taunted playfully. 

Schroeder attempted to grab her hands and push them off, but found her fingers were way too fast for him. Everytime he would land his hands on hers, she would move them and go somewhere else. It was a little unfair. 

“Luhuhucyhyhyhy! Stahahahap! Ihihi cahan’t!” Schroeder argued. 

“You can’t what? You can’t stop laughing? Oh, imagine having such a wonderful problem!” She reacted. 

“Luhuhucyhy! Ihihi’m sorry! Ihi’m sohohorryyhyhyhy!” He yelled. 

“Sorry? For laughing?” She clarified. “Schroeder…” She turned to his front and poked his belly button before looking up at Schroeder. “Never apologize for laughing.” She told him. 

“Nononohoho! Nohohot that!” Schroeder squealed and fell onto his back, unable to keep himself upright anymore. “NOHOT THEHEHEHERE! LUCYYYYHYHYHYHY!” Schroeder shouted. 

“Ooooh! Sweet spot?” She asked. 

“STAHAHAP IHIHIT’S SOHOHO MUHUHUCH!” He yelled at her. 

“So much laughter? Oh, I know! I could listen to it all day.” She declared. 

He giggled and shook his head. Realizing Lucy may never stop tickling him, Schroeder took it into his own hands and started poking and squeezing her sides back. 

“BahahAHAHA! WHAHAT?! NOHOHO TICKLEBAHAHACKS!” She shouted at him. 

“Ihit’s nohohot fahahair ohotherwihise!” He told her. “Hehehe- Yohohou neeheed it back.” He replied. 

“IHI’M SOHOHORRY! SORRYHYHYHYHY!” She shouted. “PLEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAP!” She begged. 

“Can’t handle tickle-backs?” He teased. 

“IHIHI CAHAHAN’T! IHIHIT’S TOOHOHOHOHOO MUHUHUCH!” She told him helplessly. 

“Okay, okay. Unlike you, I’m merciful.” He told her. He stopped his fingers and sat himself up. “No more tickles, okay?” He told her. 

“Awww…But I like hearing you laugh.” Lucy told him. 

Schroeder tilted his head. “R…Really?” He asked. 

“Yeah…your favorite music is Beethoven…” She looked at him with a giggle. “And my favorite music is your pretty laughter.” She told him. 

Schroeder widened his eyes and grew a stupid little blush onto his face. Did…did she just…Oh…Oh no…No no no! Schroeder held his face and groaned. “LUCYYY!” Schroeder shouted into his hands. 

Lucy gasped and clapped her hands together. “Did I make you blush???” She asked with a giggle. Schroeder groaned and flopped himself onto the piano, hiding his face in his arms against the red toy piano. 

Lucy giggled and walked away. A few seconds later, Lucy walked back to Schroeder with a cup of water. “Here…to help with your blush.” She told him. 

Schroeder sighed and lifted his head up, visibly red in the face. He picked up the water, took a sip of it, before drinking more of the water. “Thank you.” He replied. 

Lucy then took Linus’s blanket from his hands, and wrapped it around Schroeder. “There you go.” She said. Schroeder raised an eyebrow. “This is Linus’s.” Schroeder mentioned. 

Linus looked at Schroeder. “I thought she was gonna steal it for the sake of stealing it…But if it’s for you…then I trust you with it.” Linus replied. 

Schroeder smiled. “Thanks, Linus.” Schroeder replied. 

“Just don’t lose it like Charlie Brown did.” Linus told him as Schroeder wrapped it around himself like a shawl. 

“Okay.” Linus replied. 

Lucy leaned on the toy piano, and crossed her leg on her knee. “Feeling better?” She asked. 

“Kinda…I still wanna finish the song though.” Schroeder admitted. 

Lucy smiled and turned to look at him with starry eyes. “Okay.” She replied. 

Schroeder looked at Lucy with surprise. Wait…was she…actually going to let him finish his song?! Cause a little reminder, that this is Lucy we’re talking about. A person who doesn’t let him practice at all, because she feels that special lovey-dovey feeling towards him. 

Schroeder slowly started to play the piano, before speeding up the playing a little bit. Slowly, Schroeder got back into the wonderful music that is Beethoven. He played through the other half of the song, playing as if Lucy wasn’t even there. And to a point, it almost felt like she WASN’T there! She was so quiet and attentive, it was almost impressive. 

Schroeder smiled brightly to himself as he gently ended the song. With the hands on the last notes, he put his head down dramatically…before lifting up his hands and putting them in his lap like a true musician. And right when the moment couldn’t be more perfect…

A pair of hands start tickling his belly. 

And Poor Schroeder, was thrown into a fit of laughter all over again…It was like the aftercare and the caring Lucy she had just shown him, was completely gone…and the teasy Lucy was back once again, to taunt him and tickle him. 

Though…maybe a little bit of taunting isn’t so bad…

#piano #ludwig van beethoven #cute #silly #teasing #augtickletober2023 #tickletober 2023 #ticklefic #ler!lucy #lee!schroeder

[fucking-michaell]

V messy birthday tickles for our favorite protagonist <3

#bsd tickle #lee!atsushi #ler!lucy #ler!akutagawa #kinda #akuatlucy #tickle art

[tklpilled]

two lovers entwined

(atsushi, lucy)

summary: atsushi and lucy bond over their scars.

a/n: for the prompt ‘tracing’! not strictly romantic, interpret how you wish

warning for references to abuse, but nothing very explicit.

[this is a sfw tickle fic]

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Atsushi has always had trouble relating to other people. He didn’t have a very normal childhood, and he’s not a very normal person, so it makes it hard to truly understand people who aren’t like him, and it makes it hard for them to understand him. The closest he ever got was Kyouka, but they’re both fucked up in different ways; his sympathy had a limit.

Then came the Guild, and with them came Lucy—Lucy and her strange ability and her shitty childhood and suddenly there was someone who Atsushi felt like he finally, truly knew. Lucy has the same scars as him and she understands him more than he ever thought anyone would.

He doesn’t like showing his scars to people, but Lucy is—she’s different. He’s already pitied too much by everyone around him and he doesn’t want to add onto that, but Lucy knows and she understands and Atsushi has never felt more comfortable with vulnerability.

So, when she asks to see them, he lets her.

She takes them both to Anne’s room without him having to ask. He lifts his shirt to expose the ones on his sides. She only stares at them, and normally he’d be squirming under such close attention, but this time it doesn’t feel awkward at all.

She touches her arm, where her own burns are, and reaches out to gently poke at his. Her hands are cold, so Atsushi flinches at first, but he grows used to it quickly. He lets her trace his scars, her touch so light it’s barely there. It’s too light, actually, making Atsushi shudder as goosebumps rise on his skin. She notices, as she always does with him, and applies just a bit more pressure; still gentle, but more there. It’s relaxing. He finds himself closing his eyes.

“Hey.” Lucy pinches his side—where there’s no scar, of course, though they’ve stopped hurting long ago. “Don’t go falling asleep on me.”

He laughs; at the ticklish feeling on his side, but mostly because of her words. “Sorry.”

He ends up leaning his head on her shoulder and she switches to his other side. She can’t exactly see them now, but she can feel them, which seems to be intriguing enough for her.

“Stop moving,” she tells him as he shifts around for what has to be the millionth time in the past couple of minutes.

“I can’t help it,” he complains. “Be more gentle.”

“I’m being gentle!”

“You’re tickling me!”

Lucy snorts. “It’s your own fault for being so ticklish. Don’t blame me.”

He whines. “You’re so mean to m-mehehe—Lucy!”

She’s skittering her fingers over his side now, moving dangerously close to his stomach, and with her arm wrapped around him he doesn’t have anywhere to go. Not that he wants to move, anyway; it feels nice, so he resigns himself to squeaks and giggles as he lets her have her fun with him. Any other time she would be teasing him, making fun of how he isn’t subtle with how much he likes it, but this time his laughter is the only thing filling the air. He can feel her gaze on him, and he knows she has that fond smile of hers that, as far as Atsushi can tell, is only reserved for him. He tries to hide in her shoulder, but her hair tickles his cheeks and makes him squirm away again.

Atsushi has dropped his hold on his shirt, but with her hands already on his bare skin it doesn’t do anything. She tickles him with such ease, but with how experimental she’s being, how soft she is compared to usual, he can tell she’s still cautious of his burns.

She lets him keep leaning on her once she’s stopped as he catches his breath. She sighs. “You’re too ticklish for your own good, you know?” She leans back and rests on her hands. “What if an enemy finds out? You won’t stand a chance.”

Atsushi huffs, growing warm. He gathers up the strength to pounce on her, lightly pushing her to the ground before he digs into her ribs.

“You don’t have any room to talk,” he says over her squeals. “When we first met I should have just tickled you. It would have made things a lot easier.”

“Hey!” Lucy wails. “Wahahait, this isn’t fahair!” She’s shoving at his wrists, but they both know well that she’s enjoying it as much as he does—although she’s much less likely to admit to it.

He giggles along with her, because her laugh is infectious and because today has left him feeling a bit giddy. “It’s plenty fair!” 

She shoves him off after a few minutes, blushing furiously. He was a bit more rough with her than she was with him, but in his defense, she deserved it. “Bastard!” she cries. She flops down onto the floor, covering her face with her arms.

Atsushi grins, laying down next to her. Lucy grabs him and pulls him closer in what’s probably meant to be a cuddle but she’s hugging him so tightly he thinks he might suffocate.

He doesn’t mind all that much.

#my fics #arty writes #tickle fic #bsd #bungou stray dogs #atsushi nakajima #lucy maud montgomery #lee!atsushi #ler!atsushi #lee!lucy #ler!lucy #atsulucy #augtickletober2022

[trechos-delivros]

#livros #literatura #ler #as cronicas de narnia #the chronicles of narnia #cslewis #lewis #clássicos #cinema #movies #the lion the witch and the wardrobe #narnia #Nárnia #lucy #Lúcia #Edmundo #Pedro #Peter #Disney #Suzan #books #fantasy #fantasia #ficção #classics #classic #booklr #bookworm #book tumblr #christmas

[giggly-argent]

Got a rq for Lucy in one of my other YCHs and I jumped on it as fast as I could 💖

#tickling #tickle community #my ocs #//Lucy #with Arachi and Xaliea as his lers 😊

[comfortablecomfort]

Join us Lucy!

(Okay, this fic is based off of the "Out Of Time" episode, hope you like it.)

Ler: Kate

Lee: Lucy

Lucy walked back home, letting out heavy sighs as she did so.

She just finished filming a "movie" with Ben and Kate, though this movie was just her getting hurt and being the butt of the joke again.

She did care about the Dexter Siblings, but they can be such a pain most of the time.

Lucy finally shut the door, let her hair down, and sat on the couch.

She felt all the tensions release from her body...

Until a certained blonde filmmaker knocked on her door.

She clutched the bridge of her nose and made her way to the door.

And she wish she hadn't.

"LUCY! I HAVE ANOTHER GREAT MOVIE IDEA!"

Aside from Ben screaming at the top of his lungs, Kate was floating next to him, with glowing red eyes.

Lucy sighed in defeat, another typical day.

"Guys, can't we do this tomorrow? I'm tired.. again.." Lucy grumbled

"Awww, please Lucy!" Kate begged, her innocent act returning. "We're setting a building on fire!"

"No." Lucy sighed again, getting a little annoyed now.

"But we need you to put on this Bee costume! How else am I gonna film a Kung Fu movie without-" Ben tried to give a reasonable explanation, but Lucy wasn't having it.

"Ben! Listen, I just got back home! I'm tired and I don't want to make another movie! I'm tired right now! Do you two not understand?!" Lucy's sudden tone startled Ben, but the filmmaker wasn't giving up.

The thing is, he loved making movies. But he also loved making them with Lucy, she's his best friend. It doesn't feel right without her.

Kate was starting to get bored, she just wanted to grab Lucy and force her into their movie, if only there was some way to convince her...

But then the Dexter siblings noticed something.

Lucy has her hands behind her head, out of exhaustion of course.

Ben and Kate had a perfect little idea.

"That's okay, Lucy! We have the perfect way to convince you!" Ben said with usual optimism, though something felt off.

"Okay, I'll wait. How are you two gonna convince me to be a part of your stupid movie?" Lucy asked, unamused.

"Like this!" Kate giggled and pounced on Lucy, startling the brunette animator.

"Ah! Kate, what are you-"

Lucy got cut off immediately as Kate scribbled her little finger all over her belly.

They were surprisingly tickly, and Lucy broke into laughter.

"KAHAHATE STAHAP IT!" Lucy screeched

"Nope!" Kate teased and targeted Lucy's underarms next.

The animator started kicking her legs a little, and noticed Ben grinning at her.

"BEHEHEN GET HER OF MEHE!" Lucy commanded

"Are you gonna help us out in making our movie?" Ben asked with a giggle

Lucy didn't respond, she was too busy laughing.

That obviously meant no

How in the world did someone as tiny as Kate have such tickly fingers?!

"Coochie Coochie Coo!" Kate teased and tickled her hips and sides.

"BEHEHEN KAHAHATE I- S-STOP IHIHIHIT!" Lucy couldn't even think straight anymore, this was just the dexter siblings torturing her.

"Do you like being tickled Lucy?" Ben asked

Lucy couldn't take anymore

"NOHOHOHO, I'LL HELP YOU JUST STAHAHAP ALREADY!" Lucy begged, tears of mirth falling down her face.

Kate blew a tickly raspberry on Lucy's belly, the animator lost it immediately.

"You will?!" Ben asked, overjoyed.

Lucy panted and gave a slight nod as Kate let up.

"Great! Let's get to work!" Ben and Kate walked off, leaving a poor panting Lucy on the floor.

She hated but kind of liked every second of that.

She felt a but more calmer now,

Maybe the Dexter siblings weren't so bad after all.

"Coming." Lucy stood up and followed her friends, hoping that things wouldn't go wrong this time.

#crash zoom #crash zoom tickles #lee!lucy #ticklish!lucy #ler!kate

[colesstar]

YEAA SHE ALL SNUGGLED IN

And the best part? I CAN FIT THE ITHER 5 BOOKS IN BCS YHEYRE THE SAME SIZE

#colesstar posts #the land of stories #the wishing spell #uhmn lucie pls see this it wont ler me @ you 😞 #Uh #crochet #👍

[camilakamuraty]

#books #livros #leituradasemana #lucy diamond #amo ler

[bimobuddy]

Wings

I'm back :]

SFW Hazbin tk fic

Lee!Lucifer, lers: basically everyone else

CW: God is a character in this, however I'll try not to refer to him by name, in case that makes anyone uncomfortable. Also Swearing.

The God I have in mind is similar to (but not exactly) that fan-design with the four floating eyes, look it up, it's great. I am making my own design of him though that I might post if y'all want me to. He's a total dad in this btw, I wanted something fluffy and comforting.

Summary: it's just various moments throughout Lucifer's life when he's had his wings tickled

"Lucifer, darling- Hold still! .. Shi- Darn."

He sighed, watching his youngest son half-fly-half-scramble away. Sure he was -The- Father, but he was still -A- father. And right now he was trying to catch one of his most difficult children to preen his wings. Luckily, Lucifer couldn't get very far with his wings still being small and mostly soft downy feathers. And being a very predictable child, his father knew exactly where he was going.

The deity left the palace and headed out toward the garden. It was still a work in progress, not quite ready for earth yet, so while he worked on it, he kept it in Heaven for his children to play in. Lucifer loved it, especially for a certain animal he had recently been allowed to create.

And sure enough, the youngest angel was by the pond, laying on his tummy, gleefully watching the ducks. His father shook his head in amusement. "Lucifer-" He started, but before he could finish, the child squeaked and jumped up, trying to run again. However his father was quicker, easily approaching him in just two steps and scooping him up.

"I believe we were in the middle of something, son?" He said, shifting his hold on Lucifer to carry him in one arm. The young angel pouted. "No thank you." He said, earning a laugh from his father. "I know it tickles, but it needs to be done. You're growing out of your baby-feathers, and soon you'll have big-kid feathers growing in, and you want them growing in neatly right?"

Lucifer frowned, as if really thinking about it. Finally he nodded. "Yes." His father nodded in return, "Good. Let's get started then." He took a moment to sit down in the grass, knowing his son would just run off again when they were done.

As he started to gently run his fingers through his son's wings, he winced a little when a shrill squeal rang out. How can something so small and sweet make such an aggressively loud noise? He couldn't help but chuckle as Lucifer frantically flapped all six of his little wings, trying to get away, giggling his heart out.

Soon enough, they were done. The second the deity pulled his hands up and released his son, Lucifer was off, running back to the pond, where a couple of his brothers were. The father thought it was sweet until Lucifer tackled one of them for getting to close to 'his' ducks.

He sighed and went to separate them. "Kids will be kids, I suppose."

- - -

Lucifer flew through the clouds as if his life depended on it. "Come back here, Luci-Loo!" Came the voice of his older brother, Michael.

The teenager took a sudden, sharp dive toward the lake, hoping to lose his brothers. Yet again, it was preening season. Their father had since given up on Lucifer the moment he really learned how to fly, and left that job to his older brothers, who were better at keeping up with him.

As he approached the ground, he angled his wings to pull up at the last second. By the sound of a loud splash, followed by the voice of Uriel yelling after him, he knew his trick had worked, even if just on one brother. He glanced behind him to see both Michael and Gabriel still hot on his trail.

What he was not expecting, however, was to almost crash into his eldest brother, Raphael. He flapped his right wings to turn, but due to his speed, he just narrowly avoided his brother and crashed into the ground.

Raphael sighed, "Seriously, Lucifer? You're 116 and still running from preening? Honestly, you're acting like a fledgling, just sit still for it."

Lucifer was about to argue, only to be very violently tackled at high speed by his immediate older brother, Gabriel, so hard it left a dent in the grass from where they skidded. Michael landed next to them. "Nice going, Gabe, now his wings are even dirtier." He said, though his face clearly showed amusement.

The two youngest brothers wrestled on the ground for a bit, Lucifer desperately trying to get away while grinning in anticipation, and Gabriel trying to pin him face-down so his wings were accessible.

Raphael crossed his arms, though a slight hint of amusement played on his own face. "Lucifer, is it really that bad?" "YES! MICHAEL'S MEAN ABOUT IT!" The eldest turned to Michael, grinning a little. "Are you mean about it?" "Maybe just a little. I learned from Azrael after all." He said, elbowing Raphael before sitting on the back of Lucifer's legs.

Gabriel had Lucifer face-down, sitting in front of him while he held his arms down, knowing the youngest was a fighter. Producing a comb, Michael got started, using his left hand to hold a single wing down while his right ran the comb through Lucifer's feathers.

Immediately, his other five wings started to flap rapidly, a couple even hitting Michael square in the face by accident. The poor angel was squeaking in a poor effort to not laugh.

Raphael rolled his eyes and decided to help. He sat down and pushed all sets of wings down, holding them in place. "Alright, Michael, hurry up, you know the longer this goes on, the harder he's going to come after us, when this is over."

Knowing this was true, Michael got started, running the comb through his feathers once again. Lucifer snorted and practically exploded with loud, bubbly laughter. "NAHAHAHA! NOHOHO! FFF-" "Don't curse," Raphael warned. "I WAHASN'T GOHOING TO!"

"Liar." Gabriel grinned, holding his wrists down with one hand, using the other to gently scritch at his ribs, causing Lucifer to screech and bury his face into the ground. Raphael gave his brother a look. "Don't overwhelm him, Gabriel, his wings are bad enough already. You know he's had trouble breathing in the past with you two taking it too far."

Gabriel stopped, looking back at Michael. "I would have stayed in my room if I knew Raph was going to take us on a guilt-trip." He grumbled, earning a laugh from Michael.

Once they had gotten his wings fully preened and combed out, all three sat back and let him up. Lucifer lay there panting, still giggling occasionally. Raphael reached out to pat him on the head, as he usually did with his brothers after a preening, only to be stopped when Lucifer suddenly sat up.

"You all have five minutes to run and hide."

Alarmed, all three took off.

- - -

Lucifer lay there, in the arms of his wife, solemnly looking up at the pentagram sky that separated him from all he had ever known. Lilith could only imagine how hard it was for him to be cast out and separated from his family and childhood home. She hadn't had a family or a childhood to miss. But as far as she was concerned, Lucifer was her family now, and she hated seeing him in so much emotional pain.

She ran a comforting hand down his back, between his wings, only to be startled as he sharply inhaled and flinched. She pulled her hand away quickly, "I'm sorry, are you hurt?" She asked, easily lifting him under the arms to look at him (which really flustered the short angel.)

"No, no, darling, I'm not hurt, it just.. it tickled." He said. As Lilith set him back down in her lap, he blushed and looked down. "You can...." He looked back up at her, "You can keep going... If you want to, that is.. My brothers used to do it.. I guess it's comforting in a way."

Lilith smiled softly, running her hand through his hair, loving the way he leaned into it. "Alright, my love." She whispered, gentle hands returning to his wings. Lucifer laid back down in her lap, arms around her waist, as his wings twitched and lightly fluttered, giggles flowing from him like music.

Maybe eternity like this wouldn't be so bad after all.

- - -

That morning in the Hotel had been complete chaos. It started with Charlie chasing Vaggie around, having discovered her wings were ticklish. The girls continued to play for nearly an hour before Charlie finally got her girlfriend tapping out.

The princess easily scooped up her angel and kissed her cheek, while said angel was practically pouting. "It's not fair, I'm a soldier, I'm not supposed to have such a weakness. Imagine if someone outside the hotel found out-" Vaggie didn't get very far before Charlie set her down. "Oh come on, it's okay that you have tickwy wittle wings~" She teased, causing her girlfriend to blush.

"Besides, the Devil himself is way worse, watch." She grinned, looking over at a very startled Lucifer who had apparently overheard everything. As Charlie ran at him, he spread his wings and flew upward to jump over her. The more his daughter chased after him, the more he turned it into a game, because of course he would.

Everytime Charlie got close, Lucifer would laugh and leap out of the way, even jumping off the walls to keep out of reach. "You're gonna have to try harder than thAAT!?" He yelped, feeling something wrap around his ankle and yank him to the floor. When he got a good look at it, he saw it was one of Alastor's shadows.

"Oh come on, you fucking-" "Oh, I do apologize, your highness, but I can't have you getting your disgusting shoe prints on my walls." Alastor grinned, clearly enjoying the scene before him.

Lucifer was about to snap back, but was cut off by Charlie sitting on top of him, immediately burying her fingers into his wings, causing the devil to shriek, a couple of his wings beating the floor. He had forgotten how ruthless his daughter was.

"C-CHAHAHAHARILIE!"

"See, Vaggie, even the king of Hell has ticklish wings, it's completely fine that you do too." Charlie said casually, as if she weren't absolutely wrecking said king.

Lucifer's laughter shot up an octive as he felt those damned shadow tendrils burying themselves under his feathers under all six wings. He started kicking his feet against the floor and trying to push Charlie's evil hands away.

"FAHAHAHAHACK! FUHUCK OFF, BAMB- NOHOHOHO WAITWAITWAHAIT!" Lucifer squealed like a child as he felt another shadow emerge underneath him, swiping at his spine. right between his shoulder blades. All six wings furiously beat at the floor in an attempt to get those tendrils away from him, but it didn't work.

Charlie grinned, gently scritching right into the 'wing pits' of his middle set of wings, having been told by her mother that it kills him. And sure enough, the king practically screamed. His legs stopped kicking and his wings stopped beating as he could only lay there and take it, laughing loudly.

It wasn't until his face got red that she stopped. And it wasn't until Charlie stopped that Alastor did as well. He personally would have kept going, but he figured Charlie would have his head if he pushed her father any further.

Lucifer panted heavily, unable to stop himself from giggling, a little loopy from it all. He looked up at Charlie. "G-Grohounded." Charlie grinned, "You can't ground me, I'm an adult." Lucifer shook his head, "Nuh-uh."

She got off of him and helped him up. Alastor came over and 'innocently' placed a hand on Lucifer's back as a 'friendly gesture,' resulting in the angel snapping his wings shut and de-summoning them.

And being one for revenge, Lucifer lunged at the radio demon, starting the cat-and-mouse game all over again.

#sfw tickling community #tickle community #tickle fic #tickling #hazbin hotel tickle #hazbin tickles #lee!lucifer

[squishyimps]

Lee!Adam hcs

-his “OHFUCKIMDYING-“ spots are under his arms, his belly, and his ribs (see what I did there)

-his wings and his ears are also big tkl spots but they’re less effective to him

-he gets distracted SUUUUPER easily so he’s just a blatant target for tkl attacks

-his main lers are Lute and most likely Luci and Alastor cuz of the few scenes where his stomach was in tkling range

-his laugh. HIS FUCKING LAUGH OHMYGOJHHJVGHCGJFXHGXFJXFGFGMCHGNCGCHNHEHEHEHHEH

LISTEN TO THIS SHIT

HE SOUNDS SO BUBBLY YET SO SCRUFFY??? EEHEHEHEHEHEHHEEGVEGDVEGVGDEVDVE(

anyway

-he cusses out whoever is tkling him

-he uses his wings to hide himself by like, curling up into a ball and covering himself with his wings

-he snorts. No questions asked.

-he sounds something like; “AHAGAHAAHAHAHAHAHA -snort- FUCKING STOHOP YOU PIECE OF SHIHIHIHIHIHIHIT!!”

-he won’t directly beg for mercy until it gets too much for him to handle

-his wings get all puffed out and flittery when he laughs too much

-he WILL kick if he’s not restrained or pinned down

-raspberries kill him worse then Niffty did

-at first he’ll start covering his mouth but the ler(s) still see his wobbly smile

-he absolutely loses it when the ler and/or lers have long nails

-if he’s drinking something and someone tkls his ribs from behind, he’ll spit out his drink and turn into a cackling mess

-he thanks the Lord above that his mask hides his blushy face

-but when the mask is off, he’s doing EVERYTHING he can to hide his face

-he LOVES aftercare like hugging n stuffs

-he has mixed feelings about teases, he doesn’t exactly HATE them, they just fluster him WAAAAAAAAAAAY too much

#lee!adam #hazbin hotel tickle #hazbin hotel tickle headcanons

[choco-not-here]

Getting Along?

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--Charlie was left alone after Vaggie and everyone else beside Lucifer and Alastor left. She then heard a noise and started to investigate what it was... definitely wasn't what she was expecting.--

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|Lees: Lucifer and Alastor||Lers: Lucifer and Alastor|

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FT: Angel, Husk, Vaggie, Charlie, Nifty, The Eggies, & Sir Pentious

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Ships known in this fic: Chaggie (Charlie x Vaggie), (kinda) HuskerDust (Husk(er) x Angel Dust), & RadioApple (Platonic) (Alastor x Lucifer)

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"Awh... are you *sure* you can handle them, Vaggie? They seem like a handful today..." Charlie spoke as she placed her hands on her girlfriends shoulders. "Don't worry, hun. I got thiissss-- NIFTY YOU PUT THAT DOWN--" Vaggie put her girlfriend to the side and snatched the knife outta Niftys hand. "Hey!!>:(" Nifty whined, jumping a little and raising her arms in an attempt to get her knife back. "I don't... trussssst her with a knifffffe..." Sir Pentious statted, backing up a little. "It's okay, boss! We'll protect you!" Frank said, jumping up and down. "You eggs couldn't do shit, even if your life depended on it." Said Husk, drinking his booze. "Now you take that back!!" Sir Pentious pointed his finger to the ceiling, hissing a little. "Ooooh! Is a fight gonna break down?~ *baby voice* Are you gonna win whiskers?~" Angel said, wrapping his arms around Husk until Husk pushed him off. "Go fuck yourself..." "Only if you WATCH me~" Angel smirked, winking at Husk, which he only got a flustered little grumble in response. "Disssssgusting!!" Sir Pentious covered his eyes and curled up his tail a bit. "That's it. Everyone outside NOW. And wait there." Vaggie instructed, throwing the knife behind her and pointing outside. The others shrugged and walked outside, leaving the couple alone.

"Ugh... they act like kids!" Vaggie said, turning around to meet with Charlie's eyes. "You'll get used to it..." Charlie smiled and kissed Vaggies cheek. "I guess... say, uh... where's Alastor and Lucifer?" Vaggie questioned, raising a brow. "They said they didn't wanna go, then Alastor pulled my dad somewhere. I-I'll find them soon enough! Probably in separate areas." Charlie said, smiling. "If you say so. I better get going. See ya." Vaggie gave her a goodbye kiss and walked out of the hotel.

"Welp... time to find--" Charlie got cut off by a shreik. She raised a brow and walked upstairs to the second floor where the library was. She walked over and took a peak inside. Man, has she never found anything cuter...

"AHAHAHAHAHALASTOHOHOR-- NAT THEHERE-- *squeal*" Lucifer squirmed in Alastors lap. "C'mon Luciferrrrr~ I promised if you'd be quiet I'd stoppppp~!" Alastor teased, spidering up Lucifers ribs. "YOHOHOHOHO'RE MAHAHAHAHAKING IT UNFAAAAHAHAHAHAIRRRR!" Lucifer whined in between his laughter. "Do you want me to switch spots?~" "YEHEHEHEHES!!" Once Lucifer said that, Alastor switched to Lucifer's stomach and sides, softly scratching at them. "Hohohoholy fuhuhuck!" Lucifer giggled, curling up a little. "You're the one who asked for this~" Alastor chuckled and lightly blew at Luci's neck. "I-I knohohow... hehehehehe!" Lucifer covered his face from blushing so much. "You know you enjoy it~" Alastor giggled a little and lightly circled around Lucifers belly button. "Nohoho teheheasing!" "No teasing? Yeah? And what of I don't? What're you gonna do about it?~" Alastor teased, lightly going up to the kings underarms. "Th-ThihihiHIS--!!" Lucifer then shot his arms up to Alastors armpits. Since the raido demon was caught off guard, he couldn't help but let giggles slip out. "H-Hehehehey! Th-Thahahahat was uncalled fohohohohor!! Nahahahaha!" Al curled his legs up a little, now just making Lucifer trapped on Al's lap. "Yeah? Was it uncalled for?~" Lucifer teased, moving up to lightly scratch behind the deers' ears. "Dohohont tehehease me-- AH-- YOU BIHIHITCH!" "Now that wasn't very nice!~" Lucifer chuckled and looked down, seeing Alastors' little tail wagging. "Awww! Do you wike it, buddyyy?~ Do you like my wittle twickles?~ Yeah?~" Lucifer teased in a baby voice, still scratching gently behind Al's ears. "FUHUHUCK!! L-LUHUHUHUCIF-- *raido static*" Alastors face flushed as he covered his eyes with his arm, which only made Lucifer giggle. "OHOHOHOHO-- I'LL GIHIHVE YOU SOMETHING TP GIHIHIGGLE ABOUT--" Alastor dug his thumbs into Lucifer's ribs making Lucifer SQUEAL, but that just made Lucifer go down to the raido demons sides. "AH FUHUHUCK-- YA BRHAHAHAT!!" Lucifer laughed, drilling and tickling Al's sides. "SAHAHAHAYS YOHOHOHOU--"

Charlie's eyes sparkled in joy. "Awh... they're getting along..." He mumbled to herself as she smiled. She decided to walk away from the scene, letting it play and die down. They'd be at it for a whole while anyway.

❤️End💛

#tickle #tickle fic #fanfic #hazbin hotel #hazbin charlie #hazbin lucifer #hazbin alastor #hazbin husk #hazbin angel dust #hazbin nifty #hazbin vaggie #hazbin egg bois #hazbin sir pentious #lee!lucifer #ler!lucifer #lee!alastor #ler!alastor #chaggie #charlie x vaggie #huskerdust #husk x angel dust #radioapple (platonic) #radioapple

[umdiafuimagra]

Oi gente! eu sou a Luci e não sou nova aqui mas queria me apresentar melhor.

Tenho 24 anos, moro em SP, meu peso mínimo foi 40kg e peso máximo 83kg.

Desde os 12 anos tenho transtorno alimentar.

Amo ler livros, gatos e de vez em quando gosto de escrever.

Sou muito tímida pessoalmente então tenho pouquíssimos amigos e queria amigos ana pra poder conversar sobre esse mundo em que vivemos que só nós entendemos.

Talvez esse post não chegue pra muita gente mas quem quiser uma amiga ana, estou aqui. Só me chamar no PV ou responder esse post.

É isso, beijinhos de luz e que todas nós alcancemos nossa meta🦋🌼

#bul1m14 #transtornoalimentar #borboletando #garotas bonitas não comem #tw ana diary #ana mia brasil #anatumblr #borboletassemprevoltam #ana rant #ed bullshit

[moonlezn]

já que você disse que eu poderia pedir mais uma fic, eu queria algo como jaemin sendo vizinho e um dos gatos dele sempre vai no apartamento da principal pela varanda, ela acha isso a coisa mais fofa e começa a reparar mais no vizinho, que tem um crush secreto por ela

já era noite quando, no meio da sua leitura, um barulho vindo da varanda do apartamento te assustou. com cautela você se aproxima da porta, um pouco de medo te aflige.

o vento gélido incomoda tuas bochechas quentes, a chuva ainda cai, mas sua varanda não parecia ter sido invadida por um estranho, como havia pensado. que esquisito.

estava quase fechando a porta quando um miado chamou tua atenção. encolhidinha na poltrona, havia uma gatinha enfeitada com lacinho e uma coleira rosa com alguns frufrus.

você vai até ela cheia de amor para dar. quietinha, ela te mira com atenção.

"quem é você, hein, gatinha?" ao primeiro toque, a bichinha se esparrama com a barriguinha para cima, então você aproveita para ler a plaquinha pendurada no pescoço. Luna. "oi, Luninha, quem é sua mamãe?"

não resiste trazer a neném ao colo, investigando de onde ela poderia ter vindo. procura alguém lá embaixo, mas constata que vir do chão para o terceiro andar seria muito difícil. observa o entorno com mais atenção, encontrando a resposta bem mais perto do que o esperado.

na varanda vizinha a rede de proteção estava rasgada, e outros dois gatos perambulavam pelo chão à procura da irmã perdida.

"você fugiu, meu amor?" o olhar sereno da gatinha chega a ser engraçado, ainda mais ronronando alto desse jeito. "vamo' te levar de volta pra casa?"

você fecha a porta da varanda, passa uma das mãos pelos cabelos desajeitados e vai até o apartamento ao lado. aperta a campainha com um pouco de nervoso na barriga, tomara que a dona não entenda errado.

"oi, a sua gati..." dispara ao ver a porta se abrir, porém se embola nas próprias palavras ao ver a figura musculosa, de olhos inchados de sono e fios bagunçados te olhando confusa. "s-sua gatinha fugiu pro meu apartamento."

jaemin já havia te visto várias vezes, já quase puxou assunto várias vezes, já quase bateu na sua porta várias vezes. o cérebro do garoto havia parado uns instantes ao te ver ali, será que ainda estava sonhando durante sua soneca da tarde de domingo? ele demora a processar suas palavras, até que ele vê a própria filha super confortável no seu colo.

"LUNA! meu Deus, minha filha, como assim?" ele se desespera um momento, e você o entrega a gatinha, já com saudades dela.

"a rede tá rasgada, mas os outros gatinhos não pularam até a hora que eu a encontrei." você explica a situação com calma, tentando reafirmar o vizinho.

"nossa! me desculpa? eu juro que sou um bom pai, eu tava descansando e..."

"tá tudo bem, sério! que bom que ela tá em segurança, né?"

ele suspira aliviado, o coração ainda acelerado com o medo do que poderia ter acontecido. mas jaemin pensa rápido sob pressão.

"muito obrigado por ter cuidado dela. posso te agradecer passando um café? um bolo da tarde? qual seu nome? eu sou o jaemin." tá. talvez pense rápido demais e se atrapalhe, mas ainda assim é rápido.

"não precisa, que isso! eu- tô- tava lendo, e- não quero dar trabalho."

"eu insisto, é só um cafézinho."

sem querer fazer desfeita, você aceita o convite. tranca a porta do próprio apartamento para aproveitar a companhia de jaemin.

o que era para ser apenas um café, virou uma conversa de horas a fio. também acabou ajudando-o a consertar a rede para que os gatinhos não ficassem desprotegidos. conhecer luna já tinha sido um acalento no seu coração, mas quando conheceu luke e lucy, quase transbordou de tanto amor e fofura.

naquele entardecer, a alegria de ganhar um amigo ─ ou mais do que isso ─ preencheu o seu dia de uma forma diferente.

#nct pt br #nct br au #nct scenarios #nct fluff #nct x reader #nct dream x reader #jaemin scenarios #jaemin fluff #jaemin x reader #pedidos

[hazbin-hotlee37]

please lee lucifer i want a cute, ticklish lucifer!

These people could be Alastor and Charlie, and I think the reason for the tickling might be because Charlie sees his father a little sad. Lucifer was in a bad mood that day. Anyway, Charlie is upset because he hates it when his father is sad, and seeing Charlie upset, Alastor wants to know why, and Charlie asks Alastor for help to make his father happy! I would be very happy if you write, thank you!

Hmmmmm, love the depressed, autistic dads lmao

I gotchu

Lee!Lucifer, Ler!Charlie & Ler!Alastor. (Mentioned AdamsApple)

Light of My Life

Lucifer laid on his bed, staring at the ceiling. Everything had been going great, so why was he feeling so… so numb? He hated days like this, especially since he had promised to hang out with Charlie! Since Adam was busy trying to reconnect with his own kids, which of course Lucifer supported! 100%! But… He wished his lover was here… God, that’s selfish isn’t it? 

Luci sighed and found the energy to pick up his phone and text his daughter, telling her that he couldn’t hang out. He didn’t really say why, and he knew it would make Charlie curious. That’s… Kinda what he was hoping for…

Charlie felt her phone vibrate and looked at the text, she got concerned instantly. Her dad canceled? That was rare nowadays, before he did it more times than she could count but now? He never, and I mean Never, canceled. For the reason of wanting to repair their relationship. So, this was concerning.

“Is everything alright, dear?” The Radio Demon asked, his head tilted curiously.

“O-Oh! Al, hey, I didn’t see you there! I’m doing fine, it’s just my dad-..” She paused upon seeing the deer demon's ears twitch curiously.

“Whatever could be the problem with the King of Hell himself?” Alastor asks with a slightly more sinister smirk.

“I’m not sure, he just canceled our hang out though. Which is so unlike him nowadays…” The Princess of Hell says with a sigh, putting her phone away. “I’m gonna go check on him…”

“Well, let me join you! I’ve been in need of some new entertainment” Alastor says with a smirk, his hands behind his back.

“*Sigh* Fine, but don’t mess with him, okay?”

“Well… That’s a lot less Fun, but fine.”

The two walked over to Lucifer’s quarters of the hotel, knocking on the door. There was a soft groan and response and the door opened magically, so they entered. Charlie let out a soft gasp at her fathers current condition.

Lucifer was curled up in bed, his hair a mess, wearing ducky pajamas. His room was messed up as well, lots of rubber ducks scattered around as well as random little notes, since he wasn’t the best at remembering things.

“Oh gosh, dad… I didn’t think things got this bad… What happened..?” Charlie asks, sitting on the bed by her father.

“Heyy, Char…. I’m just… Having one of those days… Sorry, I-I canceled on ya… I-I-I-... I just can’t today…” Luci mutters with a shaky sigh, not able to look his daughter in the eye.

Alastor remained silent, he felt… Conflicted. Concerned even… He’s never seen the King of Hell himself so low, it just reminded him that anyone could be vulnerable, no matter how powerful.

“Dad, it’s fine, trust me. I just wanna make sure you’re okay… I-I know you said things were bad when you were alone, so…- I’m here, Dad” The princess of hell says as she pulls her dad into a hug, who gratefully hugs back. Though, she accidentally squeezed Lucifer’s sides, who in response, let out a squeak (That sounded similar to a rubber duck). 

Both Alastor and Charlie perked up a little and shared a softer smile as they looked at each other then back to a now nervously-giggling king.

“W-Wahait-.. Charlie. Charlie, no… No….. NO- Chaharlie!” The fallen angel burst into bright, bubbly giggles as he felt his daughter’s fingers scribble over his sides.

“Maybe this will cheer you up!” Charlie says with a smile.

“While normally, I may not be the biggest fan of yourself, your highness, I do have to say… This is quite the adorable sight.” Alastor says with a smirk as he gently takes hold of Lucifer’s wrist and starts tracing his claw over his hand and palm.

“Ehehehe! Ohoho gohosh! C-Chahar, EEP! Ahalastor!” The fallen angel squeaked and giggled but didn’t pull away, because it was actually working. It was helping…

“Tickle tickle, dad! Aww, your laugh is actually really cute!”

“I must agree with you, Charlie! It's not something I would’ve expected from the King of Hell himself!”

“Ohoho gohoodness mehe! Ihihi- Ehehehahaha! *Hic!* O-Okahay- Okahay, Chahaharlie! Naha- Nononono NOhoho”

Suddenly both Charlie and Alastor got a face full of feathers, it even knocked Alastor over onto the floor. Lucifer quickly folded up his wings, feeling slightly bad but also giggling slightly.

“Oof-! My goodness-... That was quite rude, if I do say so myself” Alastor says sarcastically, standing up and dusting himself off.

“Ah! I’m sorry-” Luci says with a soft smile.

“It’s alright, dad. Are you feeling better..?” The Princess of Hell asks with a slight smile.

“Yeah, yeah… Thanks, Char. You’re the best” The King of Hell says as he hugs his daughter, who happily hugs back.

“But… This doesn’t mean you’re off the hook” 

“Ohh… no” 

“Welp, that’s my que to leav-”

Let’s just say, revenge was happily served.

#hazbin hotel tickle #lee!lucifer #ler!alastor #ler!charlie #Mentioned AdamsApple #soo much fluff #lots and lots of fluff