#lee lucifer

After Vox was finally defeated, and after Charlie, her friends, Emily, and even the overlords joined forces to stop the angelic weapon from obliterating Heaven and Hell alike, the Hazbin Hotel had begun to flourish in a way none of them could’ve imagined. Peace—even the Hell-version of it—settled over the halls like warm morning light.

And for the first time in years, Alastor was free from his chains.

He remained at the hotel, his presence no longer looming but… oddly domestic. Helpful. Curious. A bit too interested in the blender in the hotel kitchen—but otherwise harmless.

Lucifer, however, had not recovered quite as quickly.

Though freed, the fallen angel was still weakened from being drained nearly dry. He spent most of his time in the quieter corners of the hotel, occasionally helping Charlie with small tasks, trying to regain his strength bit by bit. He put on a proud face, but anyone with eyes could see he wasn’t at full power.

Alastor certainly noticed.

And unfortunately for Lucifer, the Radio Demon had also noticed something else—something he had learned during his miserable captivity beneath Vox:

Lucifer was extremely ticklish.

A fact Alastor had filed away with wicked care.

A new game. A harmless one, of course—he had no intention of hurting the weakened angel. But entertainment? After all he had endured, Alastor felt he was due at least a little mischief.

And Lucifer, well… Lucifer had made himself the perfect target.

The hotel’s quiet that afternoon, sunlight (or as close as Hell gets to it) spilling into the lounge where Lucifer sat on the velvet couch. His wings were drooped, his hair slightly mussed from exhaustion, eyes half-lidded as he read a book Charlie insisted would “lift his spirits.”

Alastor appeared beside him without sound, without warning—of course.

“Afternoon, old sport,” he chimed cheerfully, cane tapping once on the polished floorboards.

Lucifer didn’t look up. “Alastor. Please tell me you’re not here to ask me to judge another chili cook-off. I told you—”

“Oh, nothing of the sort!” Alastor beamed. “I was simply checking in on you. You look simply dreadful.”

Lucifer muttered something unangelic under his breath.

That was when Alastor’s grin stretched—just slightly wider.

Perfect.

Lucifer barely reacted when Alastor sat beside him. He was too tired, and—more importantly—he didn’t consider Alastor a physical threat anymore. That was his first mistake.

The second was when he shifted to get comfortable, lifting his arm just enough to expose a vulnerable sliver of his side.

Alastor’s eyes flicked toward it like a shark scenting blood.

“Tell me,” Alastor purred softly, leaning in just enough to make Lucifer glance at him, “Charlie mentioned you were… more sensitive these days.”

Lucifer blinked. “Sensitive? To what?”

“Ohhh,” Alastor mused, twirling his cane, “to touch.”

Lucifer froze. “Alastor—don’t.”

But it was already too late.

The Radio Demon’s fingers shot forward with supernatural quickness, scribbling across Lucifer’s ribs.

The reaction was immediate.

Lucifer yelped—actually yelped—and nearly shot off the couch, wings flaring wide as he clamped his arms down, twisting away from the sudden attack.

“ALASTOR—!!”

“Oh hoho! How interesting!” Alastor crowed, delighted. “I barely touched you!”

“It wasn’t barely!” Lucifer snapped, laughter bubbling up despite himself. “Stop—stohop that—!”

But Alastor was not stopping.

He was enjoying this far too much.

His wiggle of fingers chased along Lucifer’s sides, a gentle but relentless flurry that had the fallen angel gasping, snorting, and desperately trying to wriggle out of reach despite being too weak to teleport, fly, or even fully stand.

“Oh, this is marvelous!” Alastor laughed. “And here I thought you were regaining your strength!”

Lucifer squealed—an actual undignified squeal—when Alastor skittered fingertips beneath one lowered wing.

“NOHOHO—NOT THE WIHINGS—!!”

“Oh yes, the wings indeed!”

Lucifer curled in on himself, face red, laughter spilling out in bright, helpless bursts as Alastor continued his “research.”

Eventually—after several minutes of delightful torment—Alastor lifted his hands, letting Lucifer collapse back onto the couch in a breathless, giggling heap.

The angel wheezed, hair in wild disarray, wings twitching with the phantom aftershocks of laughter.

“You—” Lucifer gasped between breaths, “you absolute menace—”

“Oh, don’t pout,” Alastor said sweetly, patting his shoulder. “It’s good for you. Laughter is an excellent remedy for fatigue.”

Lucifer glared at him with all the ferocity of a wet kitten.

“If you ever tell Charlie—”

“My lips are sealed,” Alastor promised, still grinning wide. “Unless, of course… I get bored again.”

Lucifer immediately shielded his sides.

Alastor’s grin widened.

“Oh, this will be fun.”

Lucifer remained sprawled on the velvet couch, chest rising and falling in uneven breaths, wings still trembling from their ticklish assault. His glare could’ve curdled milk, though his flushed cheeks and poorly-hidden smile ruined the effect.

Alastor, meanwhile, stood prim and unbothered, cane resting politely against his shoulder as if he had not just reduced the fallen ruler of Hell to helpless giggles.

“Are you done?” Lucifer wheezed.

“For now,” Alastor hummed. “But do keep in mind: rivalries are built on consistency.”

Lucifer narrowed his eyes. “Rivalries? This is not a rivalry. This is harassment.”

“Oh, I beg to differ!” Alastor chirped. “I find it fascinating that even drained of your divinity, you still have enough dramatic flair to be amusing. Why, one might say you’re more entertaining now than ever before!”

Lucifer sat up sharply, offended. “I am still an overlord-level being—even if temporarily weakened. And I am fully capable of defending myself.”

Alastor’s ear twitched. His grin widened.

“Oh? Then by all means, my dear Lightbringer. Show me.”

Lucifer stood—wobbling only slightly—and faced Alastor with a renewed spark in his eyes.

“Very well,” he declared dramatically, wings flaring as though he were about to deliver a sermon from on high. “If it is rivalry you wish, then you shall have one. Titans clashing. Legends opposing—”

Alastor reached forward and flicked his forehead.

Lucifer yelped. Not hurt—just offended on a cosmic level.

“You—!!”

“Oh good grief,” Alastor sighed. “Are you going to lecture me into submission, or will you actually attempt something useful?”

Lucifer gritted his teeth… then smirked.

“Oh, I’ll attempt something.”

In a flash, Lucifer lunged—not to strike, but to grab Alastor’s coat lapels. His fingers slipped, brushed the fabric, then—

Contact. Barely.

But it was enough for him to feel it.

The faintest, tiniest flinch from the Radio Demon.

Lucifer froze. Alastor froze.

A single spark snapped between them.

“…oh,” Lucifer whispered, wonder blooming across his face. “Oh I see.”

Alastor’s smile cracked.

“Don’t you dare.”

But Lucifer dared.

Lucifer’s wings snapped forward. Not aggressively—more like a sweeping, dramatic curtain flourish as he lunged again, hands shooting toward Alastor’s sides.

Alastor dodged—mostly. Lucifer still managed a quick, experimental poke to his ribs.

And Alastor jumped.

Actually jumped like a startled cat.

“Ah—! Ahem.” He straightened his coat violently. “That was merely—reflex.”

Lucifer’s grin turned wicked, halo flickering like a broken lightbulb.

“Oh, really? Then you won’t mind if I—”

“Lucifer—”

“—test that theory—”

“Lucifer, don’t you—”

“—AGAIN!”

He struck—not with grace, not with strength, but with sheer petty enthusiasm.

Fingers scribbled briefly at Alastor’s sides, quick and unrefined, but oh what a reaction he got:

Alastor choked on a static burst, flinched hard, and shoved Lucifer back with a stammer that bordered on undignified.

“I— that is— ENOUGH.”

Lucifer laughed. A full, bright, ringing sound he hadn’t made in ages.

“Oh this is delightful. You’re ticklish too!”

“I am NOT,” Alastor snapped, smoothing his coat as if that could erase the truth. “That was simply… surprise.”

“Yes, yes, keep lying to yourself.”

They stood inches apart, glaring, sparks practically flying between demon and fallen angel.

“You realize this means war,” Alastor said calmly.

Lucifer smiled sweetly. “Oh, it always means war.”

“Then prepare yourself, dear boy—because I do not lose.”

Lucifer raised a brow. “Neither do I.”

Their glares deepened. Their smirks sharpened. Their shoulders tensed—

And then Charlie walked past the lounge doorway, smiled brightly, and said:

“Oh good! You two are finally bonding!”

Both immediately turned away like guilty schoolchildren.

“Yes, dear, we’re… bonding,” Lucifer said, wings twitching as he tried to act normal.

“Positively inseparable!” Alastor added through clenched teeth.

Charlie gave them an approving thumbs up and continued on her way.

Silence.

Then—at the exact same time—

Alastor twitched a finger toward Lucifer’s side. Lucifer flexed a wing toward Alastor’s ribs.

Both froze. Both glared.

The rivalry had begun. And neither intended to lose.

The inspo! (One of the fav artworks ever, always on my phone just in case)

“You two won’t get to leave until you’ve learnt to get along” was what Charlie had said before she smacked the door in my face.

I wouldn’t deny I felt proud seeing the leader she had become, but in all of hell, she had to lock up me with that…thing. I thought as I looked at Alastor. The demon in question leaning against the wall next to the door. Bored. Probably as far as he could be from me in this cramped hotel room. I rolled my eyes and scoffed. “You’re not very social are you” I joked as I snickered a bit. He remained unblinking, but I could see a twitch of that grin of his. It seemed I was ticking him off. Fun.

“Oh please, unlike you’re little…family, I’m not the cuddly type.” He said in that same robotic tone, though I could sense an extra crack in his voice box. I snickered as I straightened my back and stepped up to him with a scoff. “At least I got one heh. Maybe that’s why you’re so set on haz-been.” A narrow of his eyes, perfect. “And hugging you, fuck no. I’d rather give Adam a high five” I said as I gestured with my hand at him and snickered.

His gaze looked me up and down in a silent analysis of our height difference again. Typical “Oh fuck off skyscrape” “I’d rather not, I’m not into the whole…thing. I prefer solitude and independence not whatever, this…is” he breathed out those words as though they were disguising, puffing out a bit of air between his teeth. “Solitude, tsk, as if we’ll get that. My daughter is set on us getting along. So if you wanna get out of here, you better play nice.” “Nice? Oh please, I’m one of the most dangerous underlords in hell. While you, the oh SO little king… can’t even tell your daughter off” he said, pinching the air with his fingers as I huffed. “Well what if I don’t want to, huh, what if I want to be a supportive dad. Letting her be the leader she’s meant to be” I scoffed as I smacked that nasty hand away. Making that radio bitch wipe a gloved hand on his suit, what in the germaphobe was that. “Oh so now you want to be a present dad…” He purred out with his famous chuckle. “Oh don't start with me, lemon teeth” “insults…how peculiar” he breathed out as he pressed my hands down, away from him angular face. I hadn’t even realized I’d made them into fists, must be a reflex around him.

“Well if you won’t let me out, I’ll just help myself.” Alastor said as he turned his lanky back at me, the lights beginning to flicker, darkening the room. A sudden neon green glow sliced through the air with a powerful wind. That snatched my custom hat off of my head. Just as I was about to yell I coughed, an equally green smoke filling the room. Making it look like a drug cartel or a rave with cheap decorations. Was he really gonna use his powers to run off, what a coward. “Hey GIVE that back!….. And where do YOU think you’re going bitch” I called out between another coughing fit as I charged at him. Struggling to find him in the smoke. Cheap bitch. Making me have to grab at the air to find this noob. I wouldn’t let him get away. Soon I managed to grab his freakishly long and ill fitting jacket and his waist, slamming him to the floor.

Making me toss and turn with the stupidly tall bastard. “Get of off me, you fucking nuisance” I chuckled at his remark as my hands remained on his waist to pin him under me. “Not until you stop trying to escape, deerhead” I said as my hands squeezed him and I grunted. Trying to get the upper hand as he squirmed and kicked. His hands lighting up with powers again only for that same hand to drop. A crackled sound being heard like a scratch on a record. His hands went from grabbing at me to now hugging at himself. And that’s when I saw it. His eyes crinkled in the corners as he bit his lip hard. Pointed nose scrunched. And my jaw practically dropped as I looked further down, seeing my very own hands squeezing at his ribs repeatedly. “Y…you, are you… e…ticklish?” I breathed out only to see him open his mouth to protest. But nothing but soft giggles slipped out, his voice cracking in an almost cute way. Almost.

These sounds were so unlike his usual manic chuckles and sarcastic laughs. Something soft…almost adorable. Disgustingly sweet. Ew “Oh my days, HaH, I can’t believe THE radio demon is ticklish.” “I’m not y- you little snake I eheheh eek I’ll kill you, I’ll murder your whole family, you hear me. I’ll rip you to hahaha eeek hehe” He called back only to be lost in even breathier giggles as my hand wandered onto his tummy. Soft. I hadn’t even noticed I was rubbing it. My hand caressing him like you would a cat. Scribbles. Making him kick out those long legs as he laughed under me. A soft slap heard against the carpeted floor as I saw his little deer tail wag. Did he even have one of those earlier. The fuck.

My eyes crinkled in the corners too as I let out an excited chuckle, usually reserved for my duck inventions. “Aww you tall fella, you look almost cute, ticklastor. Just wait until the news or those gossip magazines hear about this. You’ll be nothing more than a giggle joke hehe” I purred out as I chuckled in a mean way, my fingers poking at his tummy as I began to tug up his shirt. Wanting to tickle his belly directly. Maybe he even had some tummy fluff since he was a hybrid. “Don’t mind if I do~” I said in a deeper voice only to notice how he had tensed. Those fuzzy ears perked high and his tail laid still on the floor. Pulling me out of the rhythm as I regarded him, we might’ve been sworn enemies. Hate as first sight. And well maybe I wanted to punch in his face for stealing my daughter from me. But still I couldn’t touch him if it made the guy uncomfortable.

My fingers letting go of his shirt I had managed to untuck as his the bottom of his tummy fluff peaked out. Though I paid no mind to it. My mood ruined, since I had maybe gone a tiny tidbit to far. “Look I I’m a sorry” I said as I sighed a bit and dragged a hand over my face. Fuck. And when I looked back that’s when I saw the terror. That usual grin, gone, as he looked utterly defeated. Like a deer in headlights simply sniffling a bit. Damn it. Just like that I began to spew apologies, so many I stumbled over my own words and barely even made sense of some of them. My hands clutched together as my eyes were squeezed shut. I knew I shouldn’t have tickled him without asking. Consent is important.

“N no you don’t under y-you can’t tell a soul, NO ONE. You hear me” I tensed as he suddenly spoke up, screaming. I don’t think I’d ever heard him yell before. Then suddenly my head hit the floor as I groaned softly, looking up at him. He’d switched our positions as he had a panicked, desperate look on his face. Was he pleading? “Wait wait heh, you’re more concerned about me telling anyone then the actual t-“ “oh shut the fuck up, blondie. Don’t you get how it could ruin my reputation. I’d be a fool. A goofy powerless joke, like YOU?!” he breathed out while his ears flicked, as though sensing danger.

Making me chuckle as I laid under him. “Jezz you're so dramatic, I was kidding” I said as I looked up at him with a smirk. Letting out a gasp as he suddenly pinned my arms over my head. Leaning down over me with a low growl. “Don’t laugh at me or I’ll give you something to laugh about, duckling” he purred out, the arrows in his eyes ticking. “Oh please hehe tsk you’re not even funny. Old man. You’re the most dry demon in hell” “well, maybe I got a way to make you laugh, how’d you like the cards reversed” he said and I tilted my head. Confused but also intrigued. Hah. But before I could even reply I felt him shuffling both my hands in one of his big ones. His other hand wiggled in the air over me. You gotta be kidding. “Wait ahhh n no Alastor please ehehe eek, this is so childish. This is not something a blood thirsty raise demon does no hahaha please eek hehe” I began to bark out, my laughs slipping out as his hand moved closer. I did deserve that for earlier.

It hadn’t even touched me and I was already freaking out. Calm. And when his creepy freshly long hand finally touched down, I was lost in hysterics. If he was ticklish then I was fucked. Done. All because of that skinny lanky looking ass torturing me. My eyes squeezed shut as I kicked my legs only for him to straddle my lap, pinning my much shorter, manly frame under him. My head was shaking and banging, my brilliant mind trying to find a way out. Only for me to hit something soft. His arm had somehow maneuvered to lay under my head, all the while he still had my hands pinned. Was he protecting it…Nonetheless he wasn’t so nice he stopped the actual torment. My desperate whining and laughs echoing in the room. My voice cracked as I buckled my hips. His long creepy hand crawling down my armpit, ribs and side. Soon reaching my belly to. His hand stroked over it the same way I’d done. Though he was definitely less gentle. Probably not a tickling pro like me. Loser. “O ouch hehehe s stop you lanky bitch, your manicure hurts.” I barked out as he dug in further and leaned in. His nasty yellow teeth right in my brilliant face. “Hurts? Oh please you’re just a little…sensitive, isn’t that right, king of hell” “I’m not eek eheheh” I breathed out that lie. Little was an understatement. Since I was definitely not being tickled-tortured to death, with my strong arms pinned over my head. Laughing like some schoolboy held down by a big bully. No. Nah. Nope. With faint tears forming from laughing so hard I was losing my mind. Couldn’t be me. Damn it.

Me being ticklish wasn’t a big surprise really, especially for my family. My wife had found out rather fast when she kissed me. Then it ran of like wild fire. So even my own daughter easily beat me up in tickle fights….even if she might’ve been 5 at the time. Not important. Since it was all the same. I often found myself helplessly laughing under someone close to me. Somehow. Yet I didn’t really mind it…unless certain spots were touched. Hell.

But being handled like this by my blood sworn enemy was…a different kind of embarrassment. I think I understood now why Alastor had been so mad at me teasing him, I can’t imagine what’d it be like for a serious looking guy like him to be found out like this. “No hahaha p please eke not there hahaha, I beg ehehe” I whined out as my legs kicked out behind him, my thoughts temporarily stopped as he’d found one of my spots I hope he wouldn’t. Shit. A sharp claw tracing a circle around my belly button as I wailed and whined. Not having even noticed him unbuttoning my blouse at the bottom. Letting my soft tummy peak out. I knew this meant trouble. Especially if he didn’t stop. Please. “Ah ah little demon, this is what you get for messing with the oh mighty Alastor. Dear listeners welcome to the oh so special interlude in the radio broadcast. I think we’ve found the perfect…spot. Live here in the studio. Ohohoh…..How fun” he said in his mocking and that damn annoying radio voice, talking like I wasn’t even there. Touché. I probably would’ve told him he’s crazy, talking to nothing but air like that when I was right under him. What an airhead.

But all I could was let out a high pitch squeal as his finger went round and round, like a ducky in a pond. Soon reaching the center of my tummy. “N no p please hahaha EeeK…Qwack” I breathed out only for my eyes to widen as I had let out the dreadful sound. Seeing the demon's face instantly snap my direction as I gulped a bit. Choughing slightly to cover up the embarrassing sound I’d made. “Oh my, it seems” “no you didn’t” “well I sure DID hear it really” “fuck you” “why of course…” “oh my days don’t say it” “the little duck obsessed twink can qwack” he announced to no one in particular, pinching my cheek oh so sweetly like a grandma would. Bitch. I could practically feel my face burn like the deepest pits of hell. One of my hands managed to wiggle free as he was distracted. But instead of smacking his grin right off. My hand simply tried to cover my face as I whined and giggled into it all embarrassed. “Tell me little guy, did you happen to swallow a squeaky toy while taking a bath with your beloved duck, collection.” He teased and all I could do was whine. Giggling into my hand. Too embarrassed to say anything as tears formed from how flustered I was. My eyes burning as I giggled myself silly, those quacks slipping in ever so often. He wasn’t even touching me anymore.

This was definitely one of my biggest insecurities. I wouldn't lie. I don’t know how I started to qwack. Duck. But I guess I must’ve picked up on that sound when I practiced mimicking the ducks. To perfect their sounds. And somehow, magically, it mixed with my laughter. Or other embarrassed sounds I made out of habit. Ducks made me calm, ducks made me happy, but this…it was horrible. I began to sob softly as I bit my cheek. What would he think of me now, I was definitely the one who was the biggest fool now. Just a dumb rubber ducky… “there there, breathe will ya” I heard a familiar voice say yet the static was a bit lower, almost in a soothing tone. I didn’t dare look at him. “Oh please, you’ll just laugh at me like you always do” I sniffed out as I curled up on my side, hugging both my hands around me. Protective. When did he even let go of the other hand? “Laugh at you, well hmmm I might a bit…later. But right now I wanna hear more of that laugh. Not your…sobs. Makes you look like a sad duck in a pond” he said while he made silly circular motions in the air, was he trying to be more approachable. Compassionate. Tsk.

“Duck huh…” “duck yes, you’re practically one of them. A small little rubber duck waiting to be squeezed.” “Aha…and why’d you care” I breathed out, apathetic, on the verge of another sob. My hands moved to weakly flop those hands away as he tsk a bit. “Oh please I may find your suffering amusing, but…well ahem that little laugh of yours even more. It’s a sound I’ve yet to tone to perfection.” “Tone huh as if I’m some stereo.” I grumbled as his hand grabbed mine and for a second it almost seemed sweet. My eyes looked up at him through a thick gloss. Like a gloss you’d put on ducks to make them well glossy. Before he booped my nose with a clawed finger, making me scrunch both my nose and shoulders a bit. “Well I liked that tone..I wouldn’t mind hearing, ahem, some more of it. Unless an ad break is well, needed.” He said as I just rolled my eyes and huffed. Was this his way of being affectionate or showing care? Comparing me to a radio podcast. Creative….

I just scoffed a bit as I grabbed his hand and placed it back on my tummy. Chuckling a bit “Oh please, I’m not that sensitive…I can take it. Unlike you heheheh, who had to retaliate so. Embarrassing” “oh you’ll see embarrassing right, little king, when I really dig in to your flesh” “oh I’d like to see you try”

I chuckled as my familiar smirk came back as well as his. Our stupid grins returned at last, equally cocky and charismatic as the ticking went on and on. A fade of sorts. Where we kept challenging each other. Who could keep their arms up the longest while your armpits got tickled. Or who’d be able to stay the stillest while the other counted their ribs. Heck who could go the longest without laughing. What tickled me the most. And I’d give Alastor that his evil grin was more than just for show, he practically nibbled me to death with those yellow sharps. Only to kiss over the skin when I complained too much.

Just two enemies turned rivals for the hell of it and this went on and on just for the heck of it. No deal, no win or lose. Just two dudes fucking off, or well tickling off for the trill of the chase and adrenaline. Until we both got more and more exhausted. Vision darkening, body dropping. Yawns. My smaller frame was soon on top of Alastor as we kept scratching at each other's spots, his claws on my tummy and mine on his back. Which we’d found out was his worst spot, no wonder he hates hugs. And even though we should be exploding with laughter we were both too tired. Soon ending up tangled in each other, snoring loudly.

The last thing I could recall was the door finally opening and a gleeful gasp along with heels jumping up and down. Definitely Charlie. A surprised gasp from a deeper voice as someone dropped the key to the door. Probably Vaggie. A low groan about what the hell we’d been up to. From husk and before I could hear any of angel dust’s remarks in return I managed to fall asleep. On top of my enemy, victorious. With my head nestled under his stupidly long neck where that annoying voice box still was.

I’d probably rip it out if it hadn’t been for his cute giggles with his adorable little tail wagging. That bastard was one heck of tickler with his remarks. Well I wouldn’t call them affectionate. But after tossing and turning, with him squeezing the spots on my belly that made me quack the loudest. I won’t deny it definitely made me feel less insecure. And perhaps he wasn’t so opposed to tickling again, as long as it remained between just us.

Nonetheless I knew it’d be hell to explain what we’d been up to. Without anyone finding out we tickled each other to pieces or making it…weird. Curse you. We’d face it together. As enemies with benefits of knowing a bit too much about each other’s..sensitivities.

"Daddy daddy daddy!" Charlie chanted as she raced into her father's room.

It was morning in hell meaning that at this time, Lucifer would be up already, getting dressed and making breakfast for him and Charlie. Unfortunately, after the tickle fest he had with his daughter last night, he figured he could take a sick day for a while and stay in bed. That is until his daughter blasted into his room full of energy.

Lucifer groaned and buried his face in his pillow. "Back to bed Charlie. Daddy's trying to sleep."

"But's it's morning!" she cried as she all but launched herself onto her father, her miniature body colliding with Lucifer's back. Lucifer bit back a curse as he winced at the pain. "Charlie, do not do that." he said as the princess climbed onto his shoulders. "But daddy, I'm hungry." Lucifer let out a sigh. "Ask one of the servants to make you some pancakes."

"But I like it when you do it." Charlie smiled as her father smiled under the pillow. "Daddy's tired today. Let him sleep for a little while and I promise I'll make you pancakes." Charlie believed her father, but her patience was as small as her. The little princess decided to be cheeky today and smirked. "Okay daddy~"

"*yawn* That's my girl." Lucifer replied thinking that he won the battle. That was until a moment later, he felt tiny little fingers wiggling around his neck. Lucifer gasped and muffled his giggles with the pillow. "Wakey wakey daddy." Charlie sang as her fingers danced in her father's neck. Even as Lucifer scrunched his shoulders, her tiny fingers still managed to get her hands on his sensitive flesh. "Yohohohu little hehehehehehe." Lucifer tried to say as his daughter's fingers found his shoulder blades. "Tickle tickle daddy. Goochie goochie goo." she teased as the King of Hell buried his face deeper into the pillow. "Chahahaharlotte Mohohohohorningstahahahahar." Lucifer tried to sound intimidating but his daughter's relentless tickling made it difficult for him. "Are you awake daddy?" Charlie teased as her tiny fingers found her father's armpits. Lucifer's face emerged from the pillow. "Nonononono don't you da-AHAHAHA!"

"I didn't hear you daddy." Charlie giggled as her father's laughter went up an octave when she met his armpits. Lucifer squeezed his eyes shut when her fingers began to move down further. "Chahahahahrliehehehehehe plehehehehehease. I'll mahahahahake yohohohu pahahahancahahahakes." At that note, Charlie stopped to gasp herself. "Really?"

"Gotcha!" With a burst of strength, Lucifer turned over and grabbed his daughter who shrieked when her father pulled her into an embrace. "I'm gonna getcha~" he teased as he started to make love bites all over his ticklish daughter. "Om nom nom nom nom nom nom nom nom nom."

"DAHAHAHAHADDY!!!" Charlie screamed at the top of her lungs as her father scribbled his fingers all over her belly and sides all while still giving her neck gentle love bites. "I'm only doing it cause I love you. Goochie goochie goochie goochie goo. Who's my ticklish little princess? Is it you? Is it you Charlie-lee-lee?" If Charlie thought her own teasing was bad, Lucifer's was worst.

Lucifer tossed his daughter in the air. "Uuuuup she goes." Charlie's shrieks grow louder the higher Lucifer tosses her. "And back down to me. Uuuuup she goes and here she comes. Yes, just got her." Lucifer's smile is brighter than heaven for his daughter's laughter will forever be the most beautiful sound in the entire world.