#ler 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.

"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.

Lucifer groaned when he heard his door burst open from his room. It was past midnight and he had just climbed into bed. After working on the latest duckling, he'd only wanted one thing in the world. To sleep for at least an hour. He knew that another meeting was calling to him really soon and his sleeping schedule was jacked with having to watch Charlie after....Lilith.

No. He wasn't gonna think like that. If Lilith wanted to leave, that's fine. He just hated that she left without a trace or the fact that he was left to pick up the peaces with his daughter. Not that she ever cared to check on them.

Now, Lucifer was taking care of Charlie himself. He didn't mind. He loved his daughter. However, there were times that he'd have to put his foot down with her. He didn't want this time to be one of them, but his grumpiness combined with his tired head was making it difficult. The fallen angel already knew that Charlie was the one that stormed into his room. No other servant dared to do it without permission.

"Charlie, I love you my little apple, but if you don't go back to bed this instant-Oof!" Lucifer was cut off as he felt his daughter wrapping her arms around his neck and felt silent sniffles along his blazer that he unfortunately slept in.

All the anger that threaten to take form had disappeared, his daughter's sadness completely taking over his parental vision. "Woah woah, hey Charlie-lee-lee. What's wrong honey apple?" he asked as Charlie cried in his blazer. "I-I had a b-b-bad dream!"

"You did?! Oh, baby c'mere." Lucifer replied, his arms now cradling his little princess. The King of Hell began slowly rock his daughter, saying comforting words to stop her crying. It wasn't until he finished singing a soft lullaby that the crying had finally stopped. Lucifer expected the song to put her to sleep, but Charlie was still very much awake. Though, her tears have dried. "You wanna talk about it, LeeLee?" he asked softly, using his little nickname for her.

Charlie sniffed and rubbed her nose. "A-Angels were c-coming to get us." Lucifer felt a chill down his spine but allowed his daughter to continue. "You were fighting them. You told me to hide and said that you'd find me....b-but you n-never did!" Lucifer could sense that his daughter's cries were about to continue, so he gently shushed her while giving her a kiss on her forehead. "Sweetie, that is never going to happen. You know why?"

"W-Why?" Charlie asked as Lucifer wiped away her tears. "Cause no matter what happens, I'm always gonna be there for you." Charlie gave him a tiny smile at his words. Lucifer raised his brow at that, wanting his daughter to not feel any more pain for that horrible nightmare. "Plus," he started before surprising Charlie by tossing her in the air and catching her with ease. Charlie squealed and giggled once her father's hands reconnected with her petit body. "It's gonna take a lot more than an army of angels to take daddy out." Charlie giggled more, her tiny hands covering her mouth. "Really?"

"Uh, like duh." Lucifer replied earning another giggle from his daughter. "I would blast those angels to oblivion. Going all 'pow pow pow ka-boom'!" Lucifer said, mimicking sound effects while also wiggling his fingers along Charlie's sides every time he said a sound effect. The princess laughed trying to swat away her father's sneaky hands.

"Oh oh and then one angels swoops in and I go, 'Hey betcha didn't see this coming.' And then I..." Lucifer purposely trailed off for a dramatic effect before swooping down to plant love bites all over Charlie's neck. Charlie balked as she felt her father's love bites. "Dahahahahahahahaddy!"

"And then, the real fun begins." Lucifer says as he booped Charlie's nose and summoned all 6 of his wings and engulfed both him and Charlie inside a little bubble. Lucifer smirked giving Charlie a kiss on her cheek before he covered up his eyes. "Just when the angels think they've won, daddy's gonna hide in plain sight and pull off a super scary face to scare them back to Heaven." Charlie couldn't respond because on of Lucifer's wings was tickling her feet. Only the sound of Charlie's giggling allowed Lucifer to know that Charlie was still there. "And it looks like...this!"

Lucifer uncovered his face, crossing his eyes, making a fake pouty face, and sticking his tongue out as the cherry on top. Charlie's laughter went up an octave as she stared at her father's silly face. "Thahahahahahahahat's silly ehehehehehehehe daddy ehehehehehehehehehe!!" Lucifer couldn't help but chuckle himself but he wasn't done yet. The fallen angel covered his face again. "Where's daddy Charlie? Where is he?" he didn't get answer for Charlie was still giggling her head off, the wing now making it way to her toes. "Peekaboo!" The fallen angel declared, uncovering his face to find his happy bubbly daughter still giggling her head off.

This gesture went on for a while until the King of Hell covered his eyes once more. "Where's daddy?" Again he asked but this time, he didn't immediately reveal himself just yet. He unlashed the wing that was tickling Charlie's toes and allowed her to breathe for a moment. Charlie rolled over and crawled her way over to her father, even going as far as climbing on him so she was at eye level with him. "Daddy, come out!" she giggled as she pulled on one of his fingers. A moment later, noting happened until- "Peekaboo!"

"AH!" Charlie let out a cute squeak as Lucifer lashed onto her and toss her in the air again. "I gotcha, I gotcha!" he chanted as he watched his daughter completely lose it in his grasp. Lucifer held his daughter in a tight embrace as he gave her a kiss on her forehead. Charlie unexpected repeated the gesture, kissing her father under his chin. Lucifer blushed at his daughter's affection but before he could thank her, his little apple gave out a very tired yawn. Lucifer chuckled. "Bed time Charlie."