Summary: Mimzy’s 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: Y‘all 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.
⛧°. ⋆𓌹♰𓌺⋆. °⛧⛧°. ⋆𓌹♰𓌺⋆. °⛧⛧°. ⋆𓌹♰𓌺⋆. °⛧⛧°. ⋆𓌹♰𓌺⋆. °⛧⛧°. ⋆𓌹♰𓌺⋆. °⛧
Whatever Charlie had expected when Mimzy announced she would be staying at the hotel, this wasn’t 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 Mimzy’s 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, Lucifer’s provocations left him cold, and he barely noticed Angel’s highly peculiar jokes amid his friend’s slightly tipsy chatter.
Although said friend was not a regular guest at the Hazbin Hotel, ever since she’d learned that Alastor was spending most of his time there, she’d 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 didn’t like that one bit, but aside from rolling his eyes, there wasn’t 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 hadn’t eaten anything substantial today; instead, they’d been sampling the hotel’s entire selection of alcohol, until Husk finally decided to make a run for it.
“Drinking on an empty stomach can't be healthy,” Charlie muttered, shaking her head as she walked by. She’d learned the hard way just how pointless it was to argue with Mimzy, and she didn’t exactly want to spend her only break doing that.
“Just let Bambi drink. It might make his presence a little more pleasant,” commented Lucifer, who was sitting on the couch watching some silly animated series. Both of them immediately received a sharp glare from Mimzy.
“Don’t listen to her, Alastor, sweetie. Your company is a pleasure,” laughed the club owner, clinking her glass against Alastor’s, who was just bringing his to his lips.
“Cheers, doll-face,” she grinned, sipping her whiskey while Alastor took a generous swig.
“Ah, the memories,” 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 wasn’t careless. Quite the opposite, even as he chatted animatedly with Mimzy about the old days, he could feel the others’ 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 shouldn’t get the impression that he was some kind of cuddly kitten!
Nevertheless, he tried to ignore the king’s 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.
“Mimzy, dear, not right now,” 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.
“Oh, come on, Alastor, we both know you purr like a fawn when someone scratches your ears,” the singer urged, reaching out her hand again. This time, Alastor nodded towards their audience to make it clear that he wouldn’t allow anything right now.
“Purr? Like a cat? Or a guinea pig?” 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 wouldn’t purr! Never! Only over his dead body!
Fortunately, that didn’t 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.
“Oh no, Princess, not there. This grumpy old deer prefers it right here,” 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.
“See?” she smiled, continuing to pet him cheerfully. She’d often seen Alastor talk himself into a corner trying to deny how much he liked being petted. But after all these years, he’d slowly given up that fight.
He also seemed to have completely blocked out Lucifer’s 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 cat’s purr, yet it was still clear that it was a sound of pure pleasure.
“So cute!” Charlie squealed, having to cover her mouth with her hand to keep from shrieking with delight.
She’d been searching for so long for a weakness in Alastor’s stubborn, controlled facade, to prove that he was, after all, just a lovable deer demon. Now she’d 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 they’d 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. It’s just that concentrating and enjoying himself didn’t really go hand in hand, and so he’d 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 host’s spine, and a sinking feeling spread through his stomach. He had a bad feeling about this.
“Oh, sorry, Handsome. I’d almost forgotten about your special spot,” 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.
“What’s wrong with the bellhop?” asked the king, now stepping closer to the scene as well to get a better look at Alastor.
“Oh, nothing serious. He’s just a little ticklish,” explained Mimzy as she deliberately used just one finger to trace the base of Alastor’s ear.
“Riiiiiiight here,” she continued undeterred as she tenderly scratched a spot on his right ear. Meanwhile, it took all of Alastor’s self-control not to swat at Mimzy’s 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 he’d eventually bore Mimzy enough to make her stop.
That hope, however, was crushed immediately when Charlie clapped her hands excitedly: “Alastor is ticklish?! That’s a totally redeemable trait! Show me!”
“With pleasure,” Mimzy replied, letting go of the radio demon’s 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.
“Oh, what the hell?! There’s no reason to be scared, you’ve already made a fool of yourself today anyway,” the singer clarified, moving toward the fleeing deer.
“Mimzy, dear… this is really… pointless and childish,” protested the radio host, continuing to back away.
“Oh no, Bambi, just let your annoying, chatterbox friend have a little fun,” Lucifer interjected, and with a snap of his fingers, he manifested golden chains around the sinner’s ankles, pinning him to the ground.
“Thank you very much, Your Majesty,” Mimzy grinned, bowing to Lucifer before running towards the overlord in exaggerated, bouncing steps.
“Don’t hurt him!” 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 didn’t feel uncomfortable in the process, that much she wanted to guarantee.
“Don’t worry your pretty little head about it, little princess. I’d never hurt this one,” Mimzy swore.
“Mimzy, I’m warning you! You know no one dares to— ”
The radio demon’s protest was cut short by his own strangled yelp as Mimzy slipped two fingers under his coat and gently traced his hip.
“Mimzy, please! There’s no reason for this!” growled Alastor, who was already having to tense every muscle and clench his hands into fists to keep from cracking up.
“Oh, Alastor, of course there’s a reason. It’s entertaining,” Mimzy interjected, pinching his hip bones a few times, which elicited an unmanly squeal from the overlord.
“Oh, Bambi, no need to be shy. I’m sure your laugh sounds absolutely adorable,” Lucifer teased, ruffling Alastor’s hair right near the spot Mimzy had patted earlier.
“Take your filthy hands… off me!” Alastor gasped, which only encouraged the king to carefully tickle his neck and chin.
“Filthy hands? Come on, bellhop....and I thought your friend would be a good influence,” Lucifer sighed, feigning disappointment, and shook his head.
“Oh, I definitely am. But Al here is just a ticklish little bastard who has no idea what he’s saying as soon as someone does this,” Mimzy teased, demonstratively squeezing the radio demon’s 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 Alastor’s hands behind his back.
Her grip didn’t hurt, but it was firm enough to significantly restrict the overlord’s freedom of movement. Strangely enough, he didn’t seem to mind, though it was hard to tell whether he simply didn’t care or was avoiding speaking so he wouldn’t accidentally laugh.
“Come on, doll-face, we both know how much you like this. Remember that one time at that club?”
“So am I,” the blonde grinned, dipping a finger into Alastor’s belly button. That finally elicited a hesitant giggle from him.
“Aww, Alastor! I had no idea you could laugh genuinely,” Charlie exclaimed, giving Alastor’s hands, which she was still holding tightly, a gentle squeeze. It was her way of telling her friend that she didn’t want to laugh at him, but with him. It was important to her to let him know that, especially given his immense pride.
“Pfft—…no!” 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 weren’t already forming in his eyes.
“Bambi, you’re getting more pathetic every day,” 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. “Fuhuhuck you!” 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 couldn’t use his shadow to escape either.
“I apologize for him. This happens often when he gets shy,” 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.
“Don’t worry, sweetie, we’re saving the best for last, of course,” the older one announced with a wink, pressing her thumbs into the deer's armpits.
“Aha-ha cut the crahahap!” Alastor laughed and snorted undignifiedly as Mimzy traced lazy circles over his ticklish spot.
“Hmm…. I don’t think I will.”
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 didn’t let many people get that close to him, neither physically nor emotionally. So when he did let someone in, it was only in Mimzy’s 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.
“Well? Ready for the grand finale?” 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.
“No! Mimzy! We can talk this out!” pleaded Alastor, who knew all too well what the club owner was hinting at.
“Talk? As far as I remember, you had nothing but mean things to say to us earlier, or am I mistaken?” Mimzy reminded him, bringing the painful memory flooding back. If only he’d kept his sharp tongue in check…
“What’s the grand finale?” Charlie asked curiously.
“Don’t ask!” protested the radio host, his eyes taking on a pleading look that looked suspiciously like a young fawn’s. Charlie noticed this, but for Alastor’s sake, she didn’t comment on it.
“Did you know that deer have 13 pairs of ribs?” Mimzy announced with a mischievous smile, running her index finger down Alastor’s ribs. He bit his lower lip hard. How could Mimzy still remember this embarrassing weakness after so many years?
“Really? Thirteen? That’s… interesting,” commented Charlie, who experimentally repeated the same motion over Al's ribs. She immediately noticed a shiver run through the sinner's body.
“Yup. Thirteen. I’ve checked more than once,” Mimzy boasted, guiding her hand back to the top rib.
“Here’s number 1,” 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.
“2 and 3,” the singer continued, moving her knuckles over her victim’s ribs at an irregular and unpredictable pace.
“Hmm….did you say something? 4, maybe? Or 5?” Mimzy teased, picking up right where she’d left off. By now, Lucifer and Charlie were also laughing heartily at the hopeless situation of the otherwise menacing radio demon.
“6, 7, 8, 9, 10!” 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 overlord’s 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 hadn’t hated the tickle attack nearly as much as he’d made it seem.
“You did it, Al! That was so… lovely, ” the princess cooed, wrapping her arms tightly around Alastor, who quickly wriggled free. He didn’t want anyone else to get the impression that he was interested in cuddling right now!
“He needs this every now and then. It brings him down from his high ego-throne, and besides, it’s incredibly fun,” Mimzy muttered, handing Alastor a glass that, for once, was filled with water instead of alcohol.
“Exactly what Bambi needs,” Lucifer added, though it was unclear whether he was referring to the humiliation or the fun.
“Not another word about it! Never!” warned the radio demon, crossing his arms over his chest in a pout, which made Charlie giggle.
“Of course not, Al. Never,” 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, he’d do so, comfortably around them.
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