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Trust me, my deer friend

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

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

Word count: Over 5800

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

Oh and for these two anons here:

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

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

Have fun reading :3.

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

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

Feedback is very much welcome ♥

Fic under the cut:

Trust me, my deer friend

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He wasn't like Valentino!

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

And slowly but surely it was getting onto his nerves!

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

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

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

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

"What did you just call me?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you jealous of Val?"

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

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

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

He looked his friend firmly in the eye now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Have you calmed down?"

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

"I'll take that as a no."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That was even better than he had expected.

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

Laughter was the best medicine.

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

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

Valentino and his damn arms!

Lovely...

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

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

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

"Vox! Don't you fucking dare!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Exactly: never.

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

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

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

He so rarely heard Alastor laugh genuinely.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The TV Demon clicked his tongue at that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Even if Alastor doubted that he would really do that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Nohohohoho wahahahahay!"

"Fine, have it your wahahahahay."

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

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

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

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

"By killing me?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What do you mean?"

The younger demon looked at him teasingly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"DON'T TOUCH THEM!"

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

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

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

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

The reaction was immediate.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He always claimed to be so powerful and untouchable.

He was going to put that to the test now.

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

Foreverland

➜ Words: 15.2k

➜ Genres: 95% Fluff, 5% Angst, Peter Pan!AU

➜ Summary: Just because you’re nineteen doesn’t mean you aren’t still a CHILD! So why does everyone want you to grow up so badly?! Is it so wrong to not want to work? To get married?! And for heaven’s sake, you’ll wed anyone but boring Namjoon! Little do you know, a certain fairy boy’s about to grant your wish and whisk you far away from this nightmare.

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Ooh, this is so exciting. I am ready to be hurt. Also, I found it incredibly interesting the part where it was about whether or not she had truly loved her husband in the first place. Hm. 🤔

Better Man. ( Taehyung x OC)

Chapter 1    Chapter 2

Rated 18 +

Post Divorce, Getting Back Together, Second chances, Angst.

Chapter 3 ~ The problem with marriage is this  : it isn’t worth the pain of divorce. 

Denial isn’t healthy.

 But sometimes it helps you stay sane , at least long enough to get your act together. When you’re in denial, you kind of keep yourself together a bit. You process things a bit more slowly. Take your time examining the facts. 

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This is so exciting!!!!!

WIP FOLDER TAG 📂

rules:post the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. then let people send asks with the title that most intrigues/interests them and you’ll post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it!

Tagged by: @kithtaehyung @yoonia (LOVE YOU MY SWEET FRIENDS)

Portraits of a Tiger (The Finale) - Yoongi

Fear and Dumplings Chapter Seventeen (Point Five) - Yoongi

But it’s Better if You Do - Jimin

The Lavender Institute - Jungkook

Go to Sleep - Jungkook 

Esoteric - Jimin

Lullaby Island - Namjoon

Don’t Fxck with the Cat - Yoongi 

For the Benefit of Mr. Valentine - unknown member

**feel free to send me an ask if you want to know more!**

This series has been so good.  The characters have made my heart swoon, especially every time they had their conversations by the river.  Also the smut, was so wholesome and fluffy and romantic, and smutty at the same time.  I am screaming.  I am so sad that this series has come to an end, but I am excited to see what your write next!

Portraits of a Tiger - The Finale

Legends of a great and equally terrifying warrior nicknamed the Tiger have been emerging from your fellow villagers for quite sometime. Stories of his skill, his stealth and his supposed wickedness have been passed around to the point where he is more prophecy than person. You have lived your life with a strong sense of conviction, rarely letting gossip influence your opinion. However, you would be lying if you said that his legacy didn’t intrigue you. When the Tiger and his infamous army arrive in your village to refuel, you come face to face with the man behind the myth.

And no amount of marketplace gossip would ever be enough to capture the true complexity of his nature.

Pairing: Merchant! Reader x Warrior! Yoongi

Genre: Adventure, Romance, Smut, Fluff, Angst, not intended to be a historical au. 

Word Count: 28k

Warnings: depictions of violence, death, blood, choking, mentions of battle, heavy angst (happy endings only), LONGING, explicit language, mentions of grief, mentions of loss, mentions of insecurity, explicit smut: scratching, biting, lovebites, unprotected sex. 

A/N: welp :( This is the end for now folks. I can’t believe I finally finished a series on this freakin’ blog lol. I am so incredibly grateful for your patience. I truly hope you enjoy it and if you do, I would love to hear from you. Whilst this is the end of the series, I wouldn’t be surprised if I wrote drabbles for it in the future so, if there is anything you’d like to see more of, please let me know :D

A few thank you notes to my sisters from across the globe @yoonia​ and @randombtsprincessa​, the two of you are so important to me and, I am forever grateful for your friendship. I love you lots. 

To @kithtaehyung @missgeniality​ @noelleydances​ thank you for always hyping me up and, being willing to chat with silly ol me. You’re all amazing and I LOVE YOU ALOT.

To @gldnrecs LISTEN IF YOU KNOW YOU KNOW, LAY. I am so thankful you and, your willingness to scream with me in my dms. I’m so honored to know you and, I hope you know that I am always here if you need anything. ALSO HAPPY COLLEGE GRADUATION YOU FREAKING GENIUS. Please consider this (and Hobi’s conclusion specifically) my graduation present. Love you. 

Love letter to Rachel: It’s very important for anyone who comes across this story to know that I would have NEVER EVER EVER be able to conjure up this universe without the help of my bestie @bulletproofbirdy​. My friend, you are a genius and, it has truly been such an honor designing this world with you. I am so grateful that I’ve been able to create something with someone as amazing as you but, ON TOP OF IT??? We became so close that we literally talk every single day. I don’t know what to say without being the mushiest person ever but, I just want to thank you for being you. Without your love, your support and your BIG BRAIN, I would have never finished this series. I hope it lives up to all of your expectations. I love you. 

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I knew this series would hurt me. I think in a lot of ways it hurts even more because the ABO dynamic in this society mirrors some of the darkest aspects about our societies antiquated and wrong views concerning gender. The main character being an omega has been trained by society that since she is an omega, she is a commodity, responsible for everyone's views and actions against her. The total "she was asking for it mentality". Which is bullshit. I honestly am really sad for the main character. She doesn't really have any good options, just has to bear through everything. I liked that Yoongi was totally upfront that he was responsible for his own actions and flirting with her. I am definitely proud of her for punching the shit out of Yugeom, but, it does make me concerned that it will create a horrific problem for her in the future. I just love your writing and the way you especially portray ABO dynamics as hyper realistic and mirroring society as a whole, and the commentary on that. What first got me reading your fics was Harvest Moon, but what totally drew you apart for me as one of my favorite authors on this site, was the Yoongi x reader ABO fic, where the MC was an omega at University.

物の哀れ ( ‘the sadness of things’.)

Characters : Alpha! Jungkook x Omega ! OC.

Genre : Arranged Marriage / Temporary contractual Marriage.

Warnings : Non- Con/ Extremely Dubious Consent . High functioning alcoholism. Genre related consent issues. Implied suicidal thoughts.

Summary : A recently widowed Jungkook agrees to a contract marriage to keep his company afloat. His grief overwhelms him and it is hard to look at his new wife as anything other than an intruder .

[  Author’s Note :  物の哀れ ~ Mono no aware can be translated as ‘the sadness of things’. It comes from the words 物 (mono – thing) and 哀れ (aware – poignancy or pathos). The ‘sadness’ in question comes from an awareness of the transience of things, as taught by Zen Buddhism. When we view something exceptionally beautiful, we might feel sad because we know it won’t stay so beautiful forever – but appreciation only heightens the pleasure we take in the beautiful thing in that moment. ]

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Chapter 3

“Yoongi left a bunch of painkillers for you. He said you can take up to three per day.” Jin said calmly , carefully slipping the sleeves of my t shirt over my wrist as i held my arms out for him. He slipped the shirt over my head gently but his arms hit my shoulders, jostling me.   I swallowed the whimper of pain that shot through me at the movement. Mina was now awake, happily wiggling around on her rocker. 

It was a little past seven in the evening and Jungkook wasn’t due to arrive for another hour . 

“I could sleep on a bed of rusty nails right now. I’m so tired and i don’t know why. “ I whispered, staying still as he carefully drew the fabric down over my ribs, before stepping back. 

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I am crying so hard. This was so gorgeous, and I am also so melancholic that this is your going away fic, your last hoorah on this site. I have loved all of your work on your masterlist. You are such an amazing writer. Please update followers on Tumblr when you write a book or have other possible projects. Goodbye @jimlingss . 🤧😭

the end.

➜ Words: 31k

➜ Genres: 50% Fluff, 50% Angst

➜ Summary: It’s been a habit of yours to vent in the form of love letters. There’s six in total. They’re kept secret, hidden in your closet. But on your 30th birthday, what you least expect is for each letter to become reality. All done by the whacky ghost of Christmas future trying to grant your birthday wish.

➜ Notes: Loosely inspired by To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before

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Kisses and hugs author. XOXO 🥰 I can just feel the angst that is about to come, because of the whole Yoongi thing. I understand why Jungkook is acting the way he is. There is a certain amount of weird mind fuckery that happens when you finally get help when it comes to mental health. Even in the first few days or a week in Jungkook's case, it feels like so many problems have been lifted and that things are so much better. I mean it is, but at the same time it is just a little bit better, even one level better is so significant. However, it makes people especially me forget that is a Rollercoaster battle mental health. It isn't linear and you will never know when things can be triggered again. I am worried that JK will continue misplace anger and certain amount of possessiveness over the main character. I am sure there will also be moments of grief triggers in the future. This chapter was so good. And as always I love how you write, the emotions you portray, and the topics you cover. ❤

物の哀れ ( ‘the sadness of things’.)

Characters : Alpha! Jungkook x Omega ! OC.

ABO Dynamics.

Genre : Arranged Marriage / Temporary contractual Marriage.

Warnings : Non- Con/ Extremely Dubious Consent . High functioning alcoholism. Genre related consent issues. Implied suicidal thoughts.

Summary : A recently widowed Jungkook agrees to a contract marriage to keep his company afloat. His grief overwhelms him and it is hard to look at his new wife as anything other than an intruder .

[  Author’s Note :  物の哀れ ~ Mono no aware can be translated as ‘the sadness of things’. It comes from the words 物 (mono – thing) and 哀れ (aware – poignancy or pathos). The ‘sadness’ in question comes from an awareness of the transience of things, as taught by Zen Buddhism. When we view something exceptionally beautiful, we might feel sad because we know it won’t stay so beautiful forever – but appreciation only heightens the pleasure we take in the beautiful thing in that moment. ]

Chapter 1  ⋆  Chapter 2  ⋆  Chapter 3

 Chapter 4

“How are you holding up?”

I hesitated, shifting my arms a little to cradle Mina closer, dabbing gently at her cheeks with the soft wash cloth. She gurgled a little, flashing me a gummy smile. I laughed and rubbed my fingertip across the apple of her cheeks, the soft skin giving under the gentle touch.

She was four and a half months old now and almost always slept through the night, only waking twice for a small feed. This meant that Jungkook could take care of her during the night without screwing up his sleep schedule. And so he picked her up every evening, dropping her back in the morning on the way to work. She smelled like him, and I knew that the bonding with her father was the reason she’d settled so well.

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I am screaming. I feel like I am always internally screaming after I read a new chapter. I don't know what to think. Like in some ways Jungkook is right in feeling that she isn't healed because with everything he has done to her there is no way any sane person would forgive her. But, at the same time a sign of healing could be being able to freely forgive. I am so confused. I want them to have that happy ending.

物の哀れ ( ‘the sadness of things’.)

Alpha Jungkook x Omega Oc!

Genre : Angst , Hurt/ Comfort.

    Chapter 1  ⋆  Chapter 2  ⋆  Chapter 3     Chapter 4  ⋆  Chapter 5   ⋆   

    Chapter 6   Chapter 7     Chapter 8

Summary : Nine months after her marriage ends, Kim Heejin is a reclusive artist, who works out of a renovated warehouse in Busan, her days and nights spent with canvas and paint. Its exactly what she’s ever wanted, to be left alone. And yet, that nagging feeling of incompletion keeps her on her toes. And perhaps, it is that longing for something substantial, something real that pushes her to give her flawed but lovable ex-husband another chance.

Chapter 9

“I… No. Just… please tell him I’ll be down…I’ll come down to the lobby to meet him.” I said quickly, panicking at the idea of having him here. I’d barely been here a day but this was still my space. And if I had him here then his scent would just seep into every nook and corner. 

The room would smell like him then… And what would I do after he left?

God, what was I even thinking? Head swimming, I crawled to the edge of the bed and breathed shakily. 

It felt surreal, climbing out of the bed and moving to the vanity . I stared at myself in the mirror as I grabbed the makeup bag I kept with me all the time. Wide eyes and parted lips, creamy gold skin turning lily white because of how the blood had just drained after that phone call. 

I looked petrified .

Jungkook… I thought numbly. Jungkook’s waiting downstairs and I’m going to see him. 

What is he thinking…. What is he feeling… why is he even here? 

You’re not responsible for his emotions, Taehyung’s soothing voice in my head helped a bit but not a whole lot. What about my emotions, I though desperately, grabbing the tube of gloss and slowly uncapping it. I ran the end of it over my lips and felt my fingers tremble because I didn’t know why I felt this need …to look beautiful.

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(x) Mort by rsienicki on DA

WHAT IS YOUR NAME? 'Uh,' said Mort, 'Mortimer … sir. They call me Mort.' WHAT A COINCIDENCE, said the skull

Terry Pratchett, “Mort”