Summary: Mimzyβs surprise visit to the Hazbin Hotel was supposed to be a casual reunion. Instead, it turns into a nightmare for Alastor's reputation. While sharing old stories with the guests, Mimzy casually lets slip a few embarrassing facts about the usually terrifying Radio Demon. (Ler! Mimzy, Lee! Alastor)
Genre: Friendship, fluff, SFW tickle fic (some domestic Chalastor in this fic)
Authors note: Yβall seemed very excited about this idea so here you go! Feedback is greatly appreciated, so are likes and reblogs. Also, this fic was translated from German to English so there might be some mistakes. Thanks for reading.
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Whatever Charlie had expected when Mimzy announced she would be staying at the hotel, this wasnβt it. Ever since she had suddenly shown up a few days ago, the hotel had literally been turned completely upside down.
But more important than that was just one thing: Alastor suddenly seemed like a different person. The usually unpredictable and sadistic radio demon was almost tame even, simply because of Mimzyβs presence.
Not the submissive kind of tame that Rosie sometimes forced upon him. No, instead, it seemed more like the behavior of someone who, despite all his bravado, had a soft spot for a close friend.
For once, Luciferβs provocations left him cold, and he barely noticed Angelβs highly peculiar jokes amid his friendβs slightly tipsy chatter.
Although said friend was not a regular guest at the Hazbin Hotel, ever since sheβd learned that Alastor was spending most of his time there, sheβd decided to stay for a few days. For once, that actually had nothing to do with the fact that she could get drinks from Husk without having to pay for them.
Of course, the cat demon didnβt like that one bit, but aside from rolling his eyes, there wasnβt really anything he could do without Alastor giving him hell about it later. And so he simply poured them glass after glass, while trying not to groan out loud at their meaningless babble.
Of course, today was no different. While Charlie had spent the entire day tirelessly taking care of tasks around the hotel, the two of them were now the only, and therefore the loudest, guests in the bar. As far as she knew, they hadnβt eaten anything substantial today; instead, theyβd been sampling the hotelβs entire selection of alcohol, until Husk finally decided to make a run for it.
βDrinking on an empty stomach can't be healthy,β Charlie muttered, shaking her head as she walked by. Sheβd learned the hard way just how pointless it was to argue with Mimzy, and she didnβt exactly want to spend her only break doing that.
βJust let Bambi drink. It might make his presence a little more pleasant,β commented Lucifer, who was sitting on the couch watching some silly animated series. Both of them immediately received a sharp glare from Mimzy.
βDonβt listen to her, Alastor, sweetie. Your company is a pleasure,β laughed the club owner, clinking her glass against Alastorβs, who was just bringing his to his lips.
βCheers, doll-face,β she grinned, sipping her whiskey while Alastor took a generous swig.
βAh, the memories,β sighed the deer, letting out a contented sound. His fluffy ears hung relaxed to the side, a stark contrast to his otherwise alert body language.
But Alastor wasnβt careless. Quite the opposite, even as he chatted animatedly with Mimzy about the old days, he could feel the othersβ gazes on the back of his neck.
He obviously had no problem with Charlie, but the fact that the King of Hell was watching him in this carefree moment did not sit well with him at all. His self-proclaimed arch-enemy shouldnβt get the impression that he was some kind of cuddly kitten!
Nevertheless, he tried to ignore the kingβs presence as best he could and focus solely on the malty taste of the whiskey on his tongue.
But when Mimzy suddenly teasingly reached out a hand toward his deer ears, he jumped up as if struck by lightning.
βMimzy, dear, not right now,β he murmured quietly enough that only she could hear him, raising his hands in a soothing gesture. Normally, Mimzy was the only one whose touch Alastor allowed, and every now and then he even returned her hugs. But not in front of Lucifer, that would be going too far.
βOh, come on, Alastor, we both know you purr like a fawn when someone scratches your ears,β the singer urged, reaching out her hand again. This time, Alastor nodded towards their audience to make it clear that he wouldnβt allow anything right now.
βPurr? Like a cat? Or a guinea pig?β Charlie squealed excitedly and immediately took a few steps toward her hotel host to pat his ears.
The latter let it happen with a roll of his eyes. But he certainly wouldnβt purr! Never! Only over his dead body!
Fortunately, that didnβt even come to pass, since the princess, at the mere sight of his exasperated expression, took her hands off his ears and looked back and forth uneasily between her friend and Mimzy.
βOh no, Princess, not there. This grumpy old deer prefers it right here,β she instructed, moving her own hand to the spot between the fluffy ears where the deer's small antlers grew.
With crossed arms, Alastor endured the endless petting. Although he couldn't help but keep involuntarily leaning his head toward Mimzy's hand.
βSee?β she smiled, continuing to pet him cheerfully. Sheβd often seen Alastor talk himself into a corner trying to deny how much he liked being petted. But after all these years, heβd slowly given up that fight.
He also seemed to have completely blocked out Luciferβs amused gaze as he closed his eyes with a look of near contentment and let out a soft rumble. It sounded rough, almost unpracticed, and unlike a catβs purr, yet it was still clear that it was a sound of pure pleasure.
βSo cute!β Charlie squealed, having to cover her mouth with her hand to keep from shrieking with delight.
Sheβd been searching for so long for a weakness in Alastorβs stubborn, controlled facade, to prove that he was, after all, just a lovable deer demon. Now sheβd finally found one. And of all things, it was a gentle petting of his cute deer ears. Charlie could faint from cuteness.
This went on for a few minutes. Alastor sat on the barstool next to Mimzy, his eyes still closed, pretending not to hear himself purring, while everyone in the room cast amused glances his way.
It was almost just like back then. Not during their time on Earth, not that early on. But it reminded Alastor of his early days in Hell. Mimzy had left the world of the living some time before him, and here they had met again. Of course, while doing what theyβd always done: partying in jazz clubs.
Alastor had enjoyed showing off his piano skills there from time to time, and Mimzy had often made a game of stroking his defenseless ears from behind while he played. Not that it had bothered Alastor in the least. Itβs just that concentrating and enjoying himself didnβt really go hand in hand, and so heβd messed up a time or two.
Still, he thought back on that time, which was now almost 90 years ago, with a gentle smile on his lips. The royal family had already slipped his mind, and instead he focused solely on the sensation of his friend's hand, which was still gently caressing his ears and playing with his hair.
It was a pleasant and even relaxing sensation. At least, it was, until Mimzy let her fingers gently brush over a certain spot at the base of his ear. Instantly, a shiver ran down the radio hostβs spine, and a sinking feeling spread through his stomach. He had a bad feeling about this.
βOh, sorry, Handsome. Iβd almost forgotten about your special spot,β the blonde giggled, running her hand once more over the spot where his ear met his scalp. This time, the deer pressed his ears flat against his head, causing Charlie and Lucifer to look on in confusion.
βWhatβs wrong with the bellhop?β asked the king, now stepping closer to the scene as well to get a better look at Alastor.
βOh, nothing serious. Heβs just a little ticklish,β explained Mimzy as she deliberately used just one finger to trace the base of Alastorβs ear.
βRiiiiiiight here,β she continued undeterred as she tenderly scratched a spot on his right ear. Meanwhile, it took all of Alastorβs self-control not to swat at Mimzyβs hand, run away, or giggle.
All of those options would be utterly undignified. By simply ignoring everything around him and pretending nothing was happening, he figured heβd eventually bore Mimzy enough to make her stop.
That hope, however, was crushed immediately when Charlie clapped her hands excitedly: βAlastor is ticklish?! Thatβs a totally redeemable trait! Show me!β
βWith pleasure,β Mimzy replied, letting go of the radio demonβs ears only to reach out and reach for his sides. But before she could make contact, Alastor jumped to his feet and took a big step backward.
βOh, what the hell?! Thereβs no reason to be scared, youβve already made a fool of yourself today anyway,β the singer clarified, moving toward the fleeing deer.
βMimzy, dearβ¦ this is reallyβ¦ pointless and childish,β protested the radio host, continuing to back away.
βOh no, Bambi, just let your annoying, chatterbox friend have a little fun,β Lucifer interjected, and with a snap of his fingers, he manifested golden chains around the sinnerβs ankles, pinning him to the ground.
βThank you very much, Your Majesty,β Mimzy grinned, bowing to Lucifer before running towards the overlord in exaggerated, bouncing steps.
βDonβt hurt him!β Charlie warned. Although she trusted Mimzy, she was still worried about Alastor. She wanted nothing more than to see her hotel host laughing carefree, but she was determined to make sure he didnβt feel uncomfortable in the process, that much she wanted to guarantee.
βDonβt worry your pretty little head about it, little princess. Iβd never hurt this one,β Mimzy swore.
βMimzy, Iβm warning you! You know no one dares toβ β
The radio demonβs protest was cut short by his own strangled yelp as Mimzy slipped two fingers under his coat and gently traced his hip.
βMimzy, please! Thereβs no reason for this!β growled Alastor, who was already having to tense every muscle and clench his hands into fists to keep from cracking up.
βOh, Alastor, of course thereβs a reason. Itβs entertaining,β Mimzy interjected, pinching his hip bones a few times, which elicited an unmanly squeal from the overlord.
βOh, Bambi, no need to be shy. Iβm sure your laugh sounds absolutely adorable,β Lucifer teased, ruffling Alastorβs hair right near the spot Mimzy had patted earlier.
βTake your filthy handsβ¦ off me!β Alastor gasped, which only encouraged the king to carefully tickle his neck and chin.
βFilthy hands? Come on, bellhop....and I thought your friend would be a good influence,β Lucifer sighed, feigning disappointment, and shook his head.
βOh, I definitely am. But Al here is just a ticklish little bastard who has no idea what heβs saying as soon as someone does this,β Mimzy teased, demonstratively squeezing the radio demonβs waist.
Instantly, Alastor tried to curl up so that his upper body would be out of reach, but just at that moment, Charlie stepped in and held Alastorβs hands behind his back.
Her grip didnβt hurt, but it was firm enough to significantly restrict the overlordβs freedom of movement. Strangely enough, he didnβt seem to mind, though it was hard to tell whether he simply didnβt care or was avoiding speaking so he wouldnβt accidentally laugh.
βCome on, doll-face, we both know how much you like this. Remember that one time at that club?β
βMimzy, Iβm serious!β
βSo am I,β the blonde grinned, dipping a finger into Alastorβs belly button. That finally elicited a hesitant giggle from him.
βAww, Alastor! I had no idea you could laugh genuinely,β Charlie exclaimed, giving Alastorβs hands, which she was still holding tightly, a gentle squeeze. It was her way of telling her friend that she didnβt want to laugh at him, but with him. It was important to her to let him know that, especially given his immense pride.
βPfftββ¦no!β the deer giggled, shooting an almost murderous glare at everyone in the room, a look that would have seemed downright menacing if little tears of laughter werenβt already forming in his eyes.
βBambi, youβre getting more pathetic every day,β Lucifer teased, flicking one of his deer ears. For that, he earned a warning glance from his daughter, who was still trying to make it as fun as possible
for Alastor. βFuhuhuck you!β the host mumbled, still trying to lean away from any touch, despite the fact that he was still basically glued to the floor. Since the golden chains were of angelic nature, he unfortunately couldnβt use his shadow to escape either.
βI apologize for him. This happens often when he gets shy,β the vixen clarified, continuing to move her hands upward with a quick poke at his ribs.
However, when she moved on to his armpits and stopped paying much attention to his ribs, he breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe he could escape the worst this time, too.
βDonβt worry, sweetie, weβre saving the best for last, of course,β the older one announced with a wink, pressing her thumbs into the deer's armpits.
βAha-ha cut the crahahap!β Alastor laughed and snorted undignifiedly as Mimzy traced lazy circles over his ticklish spot.
βHmmβ¦. I donβt think I will.β
Alastor felt like he was about to explode with shame, anger, and laughter all at once. He hated looking weak in front of Lucifer, but at the same time, as much as he hated to admit it, he always enjoyed a playful moment with an old friend.
He didnβt let many people get that close to him, neither physically nor emotionally. So when he did let someone in, it was only in Mimzyβs presence. The bond of their past had simply broken through all his inhibitions. It just felt way too good to be able to laugh without fear of judgment or malicious mockery.
It made him feel light and carefree and brought him, if only briefly, a moment of genuine joy.
βWell? Ready for the grand finale?β asked Mimzy, who noticed how her friend was drawing closer to his limit. He was strong, but continuous laughter was physically exhausting even for the strongest demons.
βNo! Mimzy! We can talk this out!β pleaded Alastor, who knew all too well what the club owner was hinting at.
βTalk? As far as I remember, you had nothing but mean things to say to us earlier, or am I mistaken?β Mimzy reminded him, bringing the painful memory flooding back. If only heβd kept his sharp tongue in checkβ¦
βWhatβs the grand finale?β Charlie asked curiously.
βDonβt ask!β protested the radio host, his eyes taking on a pleading look that looked suspiciously like a young fawnβs. Charlie noticed this, but for Alastorβs sake, she didnβt comment on it.
βDid you know that deer have 13 pairs of ribs?β Mimzy announced with a mischievous smile, running her index finger down Alastorβs ribs. He bit his lower lip hard. How could Mimzy still remember this embarrassing weakness after so many years?
βReally? Thirteen? Thatβsβ¦ interesting,β commented Charlie, who experimentally repeated the same motion over Al's ribs. She immediately noticed a shiver run through the sinner's body.
βYup. Thirteen. Iβve checked more than once,β Mimzy boasted, guiding her hand back to the top rib.
βHereβs number 1,β she began, using her knuckles to trace along the rib, but especially paying attention to the area between the individual ribs. Since biting his lip was exhausting and pointless in the long run, Alastor gave up the fight relatively quickly and let his giggles flow freely.
β2 and 3,β the singer continued, moving her knuckles over her victimβs ribs at an irregular and unpredictable pace.
βPleaseβhahaβno!β
βHmmβ¦.did you say something? 4, maybe? Or 5?β Mimzy teased, picking up right where sheβd left off. By now, Lucifer and Charlie were also laughing heartily at the hopeless situation of the otherwise menacing radio demon.
β6, 7, 8, 9, 10!β Mimzy exclaimed cheerfully, using her index finger instead of her knuckles this time to poke the space between each pair of ribs a few times.
This caused the overlordβs usually prominent radio filter to turn into a single, long, static tone that perfectly reflected his desperate mental state.
With one final poke, Mimzy finally let go of her friend, and shortly afterward, the golden chains that had held the sinner to the ground also broke.
For a moment, Alastor toyed with the idea of simply lunging at Lucifer and giving him a good slap. But at the same time, he knew how excessive that would be, considering that he hadnβt hated the tickle attack nearly as much as heβd made it seem.
βYou did it, Al! That was soβ¦ lovely, β the princess cooed, wrapping her arms tightly around Alastor, who quickly wriggled free. He didnβt want anyone else to get the impression that he was interested in cuddling right now!
βHe needs this every now and then. It brings him down from his high ego-throne, and besides, itβs incredibly fun,β Mimzy muttered, handing Alastor a glass that, for once, was filled with water instead of alcohol.
βExactly what Bambi needs,β Lucifer added, though it was unclear whether he was referring to the humiliation or the fun.
βNot another word about it! Never!β warned the radio demon, crossing his arms over his chest in a pout, which made Charlie giggle.
βOf course not, Al. Never,β she agreed, signaling to her father to leave the two friends alone. She knew how much Alastor needed moments like these, where he could just be himself. And maybe one day, heβd do so, comfortably around them.
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