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No more Mister tough guy

Summary: If Alastor thought his latest Radio Broadcast wouldn't have any consequenses, then he had thought wrong, because you don't mess around with the princess of hell when the King of Hell himself is also present and is being very protective of his daughter...

Warnings: This story contains lots and lots of fluffy tickling, so if you don't like this, then please don't read this, thank you. Big OOC warning this time, because we all know that something like this would never happen in the show haha. Also a little warning for some light restrains here (for Lucifer's own safety XD) aaaaand some swearing ;).

Word count: 8500 (I got "a bit" carried away this time XD)

Authors note: This is the revenge story for "Never ever mess with the Radio Demon" so you really need to read that one first ;).

My thanks goes out to @gigglyapples for giving me the idea for a revenge story. I've had a lot of fun writing this one and as I said, Lucifer fits perfectly into a revenge story :3.

Aaaaaand since I am not a shipper (well, not romantically) this is all just platonic fluff ;).

And now please have fun reading it and if anyone got ideas for another story: My inbox is still open^^

PS: I hope my english is still okay. Remember that my mother language is german and not english and that you will find some grammatical errors in my stories^^

No more Mister tough guy

With a loud and almost resigned sigh, Charlie let herself fall backwards onto her bed. The document, that had just been in her hands, fell carelessly to the floor.

"Are you all right?"

The young demoness just nodded her head silently in response to her girlfriend's question, sighed once more and kept her eyes fixed on the ceiling of her room.

"I'm fine. It's just... we've been thinking for hours now about the best way to recruit new sinners for our hotel, because let's be honest: we may have won the battle, but we still don't have any new residents in our hotel."

Vaggie also put her documents aside and looked at Charlie, who was lying next to her in the sheets and she looked so hopeless right now that her heart ached at this sight.

"Please don’t give up your hope, Charlie. I'm sure we'll get some new residents soon."

"How can we, when we can't even prove that redeeming sinners works at all? You heard it yourself when we were in heaven: Not even the angels know if such a thing is even possible."

"Maybe we should ask your father for help then?"

"My Dad has already done so much for us. He fought for us and rebuilt the hotel. We can't ask any more of him..."

"But maybe you could still ask him if he has any ideas? After all, he's the King of Hell. He controls everything and everyone here. I'm sure he might have an idea or two. And there's no harm in asking, Charlie. He can't do more than say no."

A good point; Charlie had to agree with that.

Vaggie wasn't entirely wrong in what she said, because her father was the most powerful being in hell. Everyone respected him. Some even feared him. But that was not the way she wanted to advertise the hotel. Sinners should come to her hotel of their own free will and not because someone forced them to.

"Maybe I'll ask him later. I honestly don't even know if he's in the hotel right now."

"We'd hear, since Alastor's down in the lobby."

Charlie couldn't help but grin when she heard that.

Her father and Alastor still didn't get along, but had kept their bickering to a minimum when Charlie had told them to keep it down and stop acting like little children. They'd almost torn her lobby apart a few weeks ago if she hadn't intervened. Since then, the two brawlers had kept it down…Well, more or less…

A shudder came over Charlie, as she thought back to when she herself had messed around with Alastor. Nothing serious, just a few harmless pranks here and there, which the Radio Demon hadn't found funny at all. Something he had made very clear to her when he and she had disappeared into his radio tower. The whole thing had happened less than a week ago and she still shuddered when she just looked at him and when he gave her a knowing grin, that was sometimes accompanied by a teasing eyebrow waggle and she just knew he wouldn’t let her forget what had happened in his radio tower for the rest of her life.

When she thought back to what he did to her in his radio tower, she felt her cheeks catching fire. She had always thought Alastor was a heartless monster who would mercilessly kill any demon in the most brutal way possible if said demon messed with him and he probably did so. But when he was with her, he was acting completely different. As if he was slowly softening in her presence without him noticing this. Of course, she kept such thoughts to herself, as she knew Alastor wouldn't take it very well and she had no great interest in waking up the bloodthirsty monster he kept hidden inside him after all. And she didn't fancy another trip to his radio tower either. The fact that Vaggie and her father had had to listen to this made her blush even more so.

Alastor had taken her to his tower a few days ago to put her on the air while he tickled the tears out of her eyes (literally). She had found out later that he had only put her on live over the hotel speakers and radios and she had hoped that only Angel and Husker had listened to that particular broadcast. But as fate would have it, of course, Vaggie and her father had come back to the hotel just as she had been screaming with laughter through the whole building.

Vaggie still teased her about it from time to time and since that day the former exorcist had actually become a little more relaxed, as she still hadn't had much trust in Alastor, knowing his stories and what a monster he could be. But now that she knew this other side of him, her fear had disappeared. Not completely, but Charlie had noticed that she no longer felt too uncomfortable around him and that made her secretly happy. In the end, this particular radio broadcast had been a good thing after all, if it made sure that Vaggie wasn’t that scared of him anymore.

As for her father, she wasn't so sure how he felt about the whole thing, as he hadn't commented on it so far and seemed to be ignoring it. A fact, that left Charlie wondering. She had expected her father to literally give Alastor hell after what he had done, but nothing of the sort had happened. Lucifer had remained calm, but Charlie knew that he had been boiling inside. The scowl he'd given him the next day hadn't escaped her notice and she knew there would be consequences. He was probably just waiting for Charlie to leave the hotel for a few hours so that he could be alone with Alastor and then calmly tear him to pieces without being interrupted.

The thought alone made her roll her eyes.

"What are you thinking about?" Vaggie's voice interrupted her thoughts.

"Nothing important. Come on, let's go downstairs and see where my Dad is. Then we can ask him," Charlie said as she jumped off the bed, put on her blazer and shoes and motioned for Vaggie to follow her.

On their way to the lobby, the two noticed one thing immediately: It was quiet in the hotel.

A little too quiet...

Charlie quickened her steps and a sinking feeling spread through her stomach, because if it was that quiet in the hotel, there could only be two possibilities: Everyone was out, which she doubted, or the disaster had already happened and her father had called for a hunt for a certain deer demon and said deer demon was now lying all over the lobby, because she had been too careless.

Fortunately, this was not the case, because when she entered the lobby, it looked the same as always; without blood and guts covering the floor or the walls. But something still seemed off, because when she looked towards the bar, she saw something that worried her almost as much as the silence in the hotel: Husker was grinning from ear to ear. And Angel, who was sitting on one of the bar stools, wasn't faring any better. The spider demon often had a big grin on his face, but Husker? He always looked grumpy and Charlie had never seen him grin before. Why now of all times? Something definitely wasn't right here...

She tried not to let her confusion show and walked over to the two together with Vaggie.

"Hey, you two, have either of you seen my Dad?" she asked, still completely confused by the whole situation and a sideways glance told her that Vaggie seemed to be just as confused as she was.

Angel responded to her question first and his grin widened, as he looked at her.

"Why don't you just ask Smiles over there?"

He pointed his finger at someone lying on one of the sofas not far from the bar. A tall figure, wearing a red coat, lying on the sofa with his back turned towards them, his face pressed into one of the pillows, one arm wrapped around his chest and his free hand repeatedly hitting the back of the sofa.

"What's wrong with him?"

Vaggie said what Charlie was thinking, as she looked at Alastor, who didn't seem to have noticed that she had stepped into the lobby. In general, he looked as if he was completely oblivious to his surroundings. Not to mention his strange behavior.

"Just ask him," Charlie heard Husker reply to the question and she could practically hear the glee in his voice. Apparently the cat demon was having the time of his life and Charlie couldn't even blame him for that, knowing that Alastor owned his soul and could do whatever he wanted to him. If she were in his place, she would probably also enjoy the sight of the demon, who had her on a leash, suffering in agony. That's how the whole thing looked to her right now and she couldn't help but be worried.

She slowly walked towards the deer demon, but he still didn't notice her, kept his back turned to her and kept hitting his hand against the sofa like a madman. In Charlie's eyes, it looked as if he was actually suffering agony. But she saw no blood or any other signs that someone was torturing him.

What in hell was wrong with him?

"Uhm...Al? Are you all right?" she asked timidly, stepping a little closer.

"Be careful, Charlie," she heard Vaggie say behind her, but she ignored her, instead reaching a hand out to touch the Radio Demon. When she touched his shoulder, his body jerked and the hand, that was wrapped around his chest, grabbed hers and pushed it away.

"What's wrong with you? Are you in pain?"

And finally Alastor responded, if only with a small shake of his head. He continued to keep his face turned away from her, pressed it even deeper into the pillow and if she looked closely, she thought she could see his whole body trembling.

"Are you sure you're not in pain?"

He nodded his head and started kicking one of his legs out, which startled her so much that she slightly jumped away to keep her distance to his kicking limb.

"He’s always behaving weird, but this? That's too weird, even for him," Vaggie stated, who had stepped up next to her and was now looking down at Alastor just as confused as Charlie was.

"Guys, seriously, what's wrong with him?" the former exorcist growled, as she turned to Angel and Husker, but Charlie paid no attention to the response she got, as something about Alastor caught her eye. It seemed like something was moving underneath his clothes. And then, finally, it made “click” inside her head and Charlie rolled her eyes as she realized what was happening to him.

"Dad, really?" she grumbled.

A soft laugh could be heard, but her father apparently didn't even think about showing himself, because the movements under Alastor's clothes continued and more and more movement went into the Radio Demon and if Charlie listened closely, she could even hear some faint, little giggles that slipped out of his mouth every now and then and which he tried to muffle in the pillow.

"Is what I think is happening really happening?" Vaggie asked, the confusion clear in her voice as she looked at Alastor and saw him kicking his legs more and more vigorously.

"You bet," Charlie growled and she carefully stepped forward a little further, reaching out to the larger demon.

"Try to hold still, Al..."

That was the only warning she gave him, before her hand slipped under his coat and the shirt beneath. The body immediately jerked beneath her and Alastor's still free hand clawed at the pillow so hard that it was about to tear. A whimpering sound escaped his throat and his shoulders began to shake in silent laughter.

"Dad, seriously! Stop it and get out of there!" she growled, her hand groping relentlessly, adding to the playful torment of the poor deer and she couldn't help the small smirk that appeared on her face when she heard that Alastor was about to break. He seemed to have been stifling his laughter the whole time and God only knew for how long her father had been doing this to him in hope of getting a laugh out of him. Oh man, these two could be so childish when they wanted to be. But at least they weren't killing each other...

Her hand brushed against something scaly and she quickly grabbed it while she had the chance and seconds later, she pulled a white snake out from under Alastor's clothes, which gave her a wide grin and presenting two rows of fangs, eliciting another playful eye roll from her.

"Dad, seriously, why have you done this?"

"Oh, come on Char, Char. Don't be like that and let me have some fun. Besides, he deserves it!"

"What's he done now?"

"You're really asking me that? You should know the answer to your question better than anyone else in here."

A blush suddenly rose to her face as she knew what her father meant by that. After all, he had also had to listen to Alastor tickling her thoroughly during his playful broadcast...

"It wasn't even that bad..." she murmured quietly, embarrassed.

"Well, it was bad enough in my eyes!" growled the snake before it freed itself from Charlie's grip and slipped out of her hand. A cloud of golden dust later and Lucifer stood before her in his normal form, but he had no eyes for his daughter, only for the Radio Demon, who was about to sit up. With a snap of his fingers, he stopped Alastor from doing that, forced him backwards onto the sofa and, as if by magic, the deer demon's arms lifted above his head and two golden ropes wrapped around each wrist, sealing his fate as he could no longer lower his arms as he was tied to the sofa.

"Uhhh, kinky~."

Alastor's eyes immediately turned to Angel, who flinched at the scowl, but kept his smug grin, knowing that he couldn't hurt him as long as Lucifer was around.

A thought that sent a shiver down the Radio Demon’s spine, for as he tentatively pulled at his bonds, he quickly realized that they wouldn't budge a bit and that he was helplessly at the mercy of the King of Hell. And if that wasn't bad enough, he also had spectators around him. He could now understand a little how Charlie must have felt when he had pulled that radio stunt with her.

Well, if that wasn't Karma...

His thoughts came to an abrupt end when Lucifer, bold as he was, straddled his legs and cracked his knuckles theatrically. The broad, smug grin he gave him made Alastor growl and his antlers started to grow, showing that he wasn’t pleased with the whole situation.

"Oho, what's that? Is Bambi getting angry, or am I just imagining things?"

The larger demon's eyes narrowed and the sound of radio static briefly filled the air, witnessing his rising anger that was slowly beginning to build up inside his belly. His thin fur bristled underneath his clothes and his ears pinned back slightly, clearly showing his discomfort.

"How about you take the ropes off? Then Bambi will be happy to kick your ass, Your Majesty!" he said in his typically relaxed manner. But secretly he tried not to let on how nervous he was.

Since his arrival in hell, he had always thought he was untouchable. Which, in principle, he was, as no other demon dared to cross him. Only...Lucifer was not a typical demon. He was a fallen angel, one of the highest-ranking ones at that and filled with a power that Alastor hadn't even dared to dream of. He was an opponent he would never be able to take down if it ever came to a serious fight between them and it was this thought alone that made him shudder...

Charlie, meanwhile, quickly clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle her giggles, not aware of the storm of thoughts that was raging inside her Hotelier’s head. It was still so unusual for her to hear Alastor swear and somehow only her father managed to make him forget his good manners.

But if Alastor thought he was making Lucifer angry with his words, he had thought wrong, because the King of Hell only grinned even wider at such words.

"My, my. You really should teach your bellboy some manners, Charlie."

If looks were capable of killing, Lucifer would have fallen off the sofa dead at that very moment.

"Besides, you can stop with the show, because you're not scaring me," the fallen angel added as he looked firmly into the eyes of the larger demon, who scowled back at him.

"It's not so much fun when you're no longer in control, is it? You can scowl at me all you want. I am going to shit my pants later, okay?"

Oh yes, he was having the time of his life here and he could clearly see how much he was provoking Alastor with his words, as the Radio Demon’s hands clenched into fists and his expression grew darker. But no matter what he did or what he said, he would never be able to intimidate the King of Hell himself and said King let him know that.

Charlie, meanwhile, had positioned herself behind the back of the sofa and was watching everything from there with great amusement. Vaggie had joined Husker and Angel at the bar and the three of them were watching everything from a safe distance, but no less amused. Apparently Husker wasn't the only one who couldn't wait to see the demise of the usually dreaded Radio Demon.

Husker looked as if today was the best day of his life, as the cat demon couldn't help but grin broadly and with pure glee sparking in his eyes. The only thing missing was him rubbing his hands together in anticipation. He had often told Charlie that he wished Alastor would meet a demon who would finally wipe that smug grin off of his face and today was the day where it happened. Instead of a demon, it was the King of Hell himself who was going to teach him a lesson. So it was no wonder that Husker looked like a little kid that just got the most wonderful gift in his whole life.

Angel also looked like he was enjoying the situation, but Charlie didn't want to know what he was thinking in this very moment. Judging by the slightly dirty grin on his face, it was nothing suitable for minors.

And Vaggie? She was still keeping her distance from Alastor, but could no longer hide her amusement. She knew his true self and also seemed to enjoy the fact that someone was finally telling him off. Especially as she had also listened to his last radio broadcast with Charlie. Only recently she had said that she wished the same thing would happen to him. It wasn't happening in his radio tower so that the whole of Hell could hear it, but it was satisfying enough for her that it was happening in front of her own eyes and that she could witness the downfall of the mighty Radio Demon at the hands of Lucifer.

And the King of hell himself?

He was having the time of his life and had finally found an opportunity to teach this stuck-up, know-it-all stag some manners and that's exactly what he was going to do. Not with pain, of course, as he had promised Charlie he wouldn't hurt him. But sometimes there were worse things than pain. Something Alastor was about to learn the hard way and Lucifer was sure that the sass from Alastor would stop in the next few days when he was done with him.

"You know, Bambi, on the very first day I saw you, I wanted to wipe that stupid grin off your face. But now I have a much better idea. After what you did to my daughter, I've decided to make that grin as wide and desperate as possible; see how you like a taste of your own medicine. You think it's funny when others suffer, huh? Let's see how funny you'll find it when you are the one suffering! And let's see how entertaining it will be for you when you are the one being watched while it happens!"

As he spoke, he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt for a dramatic effect, not taking his eyes off Alastor for a second. He took great pleasure in the small shiver that ran through the deer demon's body. Perfect. That was exactly how it should be. He would teach him the respect he should show him!

"I've heard the stories about you in Hell by now. You seem to be quite a tough guy, don't you? Well, let's see how tough you really are..."

More than slowly, he moved his hands to Alastor's coat and began to undo the buttons.

"You messed with my daughter and when you mess with my daughter, you're messing with me! And you don't want to mess with me, Bambi!"

That seemed to be the famous straw that broke the camel's back, because Alastor could no longer hold himself back and let the anger out that was bubbling up inside of him. His pupils turned into radio dials and his antlers grew even larger, while a deep, inhuman growl rose from his throat. Even his prominent grin now looked forced and it seemed as if he had to summon all his willpower to keep it up.

"Stop. Calling. Me. Bambi!" he hissed at Lucifer as he began to squirm wildly on the sofa and tugged at his restraints. But he couldn’t free himself at all and Lucifer didn't move off him either.

"You don't want me to call you Bambi? That's fine with me. You always looked much more like a Rudolph to me anyway. All that's missing is the red nose~"

When Lucifer tried to boop his nose teasingly with his index finger, Alastor snapped at him with his fangs and the fallen angel was able to pull his hand away just in time and it was now his turn to growl.

"You're going to pay for that..." he growled and his hands continued where they had left off before, unbuttoning the rest of the red coat and pushing it aside.

"Oh man, how many layers of clothes are you wearing?" the angel grumbled as he stared at the black vest with a red shirt underneath. Like a damn onion! But the teasing grin was soon back on his face and he looked Alastor straight in the eyes as he addressed his next words to him.

"Or is that how you hide your ticklish spots from us, hmm? Is that why you don't like being touched? Because you are too ticklish and can’t handle it?"

Alastor would later deny the delicate blush that crept onto his cheeks and he had to summon all his willpower not to break eye contact with the King and thus show weakness.

"I'm not ticklish!" he growled, but this was quickly interrupted by an amused giggle from Charlie. He had almost forgotten that she was still there, watching him the whole time. Just like the rest of this crazy group. Great!

"Liar, liar~," she teased him with a broad and highly amused grin and Alastor felt the blush on his cheeks intensify.

"A liar indeed, or have you already forgotten how you almost collapsed earlier when that cheeky little tickle snake attacked you?"

And that was the moment he broke eye contact with Lucifer and quickly turned his face away from him, hiding it in the crook of his arm, so that he could no longer see the intense blush on his cheeks.

"Ohhh, what's wrong? Did my words struck a nerve~?"

There was no reply.

"But if you really think you're not ticklish, it shouldn't be hard for you to convince us, you tough, creepy demon. Let's see how long it will take me to make you laugh..."

An unpleasant tingling sensation spread through his stomach, as Alastor felt Lucifer slowly pushing his shirt up to expose his sides. As they were gripped on both sides, his whole body jerked and his arms strained against the ropes. Even his antlers shrank back to their original size and this fact alone was enough to make not only Lucifer giggle, but the rest of the gang joined in as well.

"Now look at this soft fur. It makes you want to bury your fingers in it. And then there's that cute little belly, which still seems to have sooooo much anger in it. But don't worry...it'll be tickled out soon, you can count on it!" growled the fallen angel playfully and he began to rhythmically squeeze the sides of the larger demon, causing Alastor to flinch so hard that it almost threw Lucifer off him. But he managed to stay on top of him and laughed at the strong reaction.

"Not ticklish, huh? You damn liar..." he teased him and he continued mercilessly, making his prey wriggle under him as if electric shocks were running through his body while he gently brushed his claws through the soft fur and teased the skin underneath. Still, Alastor didn't laugh and it seemed to take all his willpower to hold it back, not wanting to give him that satisfaction.

"And if you don't stop wriggling around so much, I'll make sure I tie your hooves to this sofa too, do you understand me? We can take the opportunity to test whether they're ticklish too. I'm sure Charlie wouldn't mind testing that. After all, she deserves a bit of revenge on you after what you’ve done to her..."

Alastor almost immediately stopped kicking his legs when he heard that. Lucifer was stubborn anyway, holding onto him like he was glued to his body and he had no desire to be completely immobilized beneath him, or for Charlie to join in now. The whole situation was bad enough as it was, because it was the first time in his life as a demon that someone had resisted him, messed with him and dominated him. He felt weak as he lay there and had to endure it. The gleeful giggles of his audience sounded like knives in his ears and the embarrassment ate through his body like a parasite at that moment and yes, he could understand how Charlie must have felt when he had put her on live through the hotel speakers while tickling her.

But it had still been worth it...

"Good boy, you can listen to me after all. That's a start. How about we take it a step further and you finally start treating me with a little more respect, hm? After all, I'm your King and I'm really getting tired of the constant jibes at me. Especially in relation to my height! As you can see, I don't have to be tall to subdue and tame such a dangerous monster like you~"

A deep grow was heard, coming from Alastor and some fighting spirit was still in him and he showed Lucifer that, as he briefly took his face out of the crook of his arm and looked the fallen angel firmly in the eyes.

"F-fuck you, your royal sh-shortness!" was all he managed to get out and he had to swallow the laughter that threatened to burst out of him as he said it. Lucifer's shocked face didn't make it any better and he quickly pressed his face back into the crook of his arm. He wouldn’t laugh and give that winged bastard the satisfaction of beating him. No, that would never happen!

"Now, that wasn't very nice, Alastor."

"I have to agree with you there, Charlie. That wasn't very nice," Lucifer said, mischief sparkling in his eyes as he looked Alastor in the face, who returned his gaze out of one eye, glaring at him as if he wanted to tear him apart.

"I'll give you a chance to apologize. Otherwise, I'll unleash the big, bad tickle monster on you."

Beside him, Charlie shuddered and couldn't help but start giggling, which got her the attention of the Radio Demon, who looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

"You don't want him to do that, Al, trust me," she said, still with a cute giggle in her voice and Lucifer grinned at the words like the little devil he was.

"Take her word for it, Alphonso. She speaks from experience."

"Dad!"

"I should actually do that again, now that I think about it. It’s been such a long time since I unleashed the tickle monster on you, Char, Char. After all, he's already done this to you, but I haven't and that fact alone is outrageous!"

The last words came out of Lucifer's mouth in a low growl and Charlie could only shake her head in amusement. It was bad enough that these two were constantly pissing on each other and now her father was jealous of Alastor? Her life couldn't get any crazier...

"So, little buck? What do you say? Do I get an apology? Or do I have to unleash the biiiiiiiiig, baaaaaad tickle monster on you?"

Alastor's broad, challenging grin was actually answer enough, but it was also accompanied by a middle finger and Lucifer was more than happy to let himself be provoked by that gesture.

"Fine, if that's how you want to play, I'll gladly join in. I've got two of them. See?"

The fallen angel presented his two middle fingers to the younger demon and the mischief began to sparkle in his eyes again.

"Aren't they great? And you know what, Al? They can also do something really great. They can do...THIS!"

The two middle fingers jabbed into either side of his ribs and Alastor nearly jumped out of his fur as Lucifer vibrated his fingers into his ribs. Even though his vest and shirt were between his skin and the two fingers, it was enough to make his back arch off the sofa and he had to clench his teeth to keep from bursting out laughing here and now. This duck-loving freak had to attack his ribs of all places! Great, just great!

"Oho, looks like I hit the jackpot right there, huh? Does little Bambi have such ticklish, little ribs? Awwww, how cuuuuuute~."

Alastor would have liked to have hurled a suitable reply into his face, but he didn't dare open his mouth and say anything for fear that he would break here and now and laugh. He didn't want that. He would endure it, he would not laugh, he would stay strong and...oh no! Not there! Just not there!

The fingers moved further down, attacking the base of his ribs before they slowly and teasingly slipped under his shirt.

"D-don’t..." the deer demon managed to squeeze out between clenched teeth and his eyes squeezed shut tightly in an attempt to bear it, as Lucifer's claws slid through his thin fur and met his skin.

"Don’t what, Al? Don’t do that~?"

The claws teasingly scratched over the protruding ribs beneath the fur and Alastor's body jerked as if struck by lightning and his back arched off the sofa again, causing more than just Lucifer to laugh.

"Now look at that: Looks like the oh so feared Radio Demon can’t handle what he dishes out. How come you never told me he was so ticklish, Char, Char?"

The young princess rolled her eyes playfully when her father asked her this question and she didn't take her eyes off Alastor for a second.

"Because I knew something like this would happen, Dad."

"Oh come on, little apple. This is fun. I mean, just look at him. He looks like he's having the time of his life. Just look at this biiiiiiig smile on his face~."

"He's always smiling."

"Well, let's make that smile a little wider then."

Said and done.

The fallen angel's hands slowly slipped further under the Radio Demon’s clothes and a soft whimper rising from his throat that sounded suspiciously like a small giggle as the claws grazed delicately and teasingly over his ribs.

"What was that? Was that a little giggle I just heard~?"

He said nothing in response, feeling the blush on his cheeks too clearly from Lucifer's teasing question and he hid his face in the crook of his arm again and started drumming his hooves against the sofa, as Lucifer placed the claws on his top ribs, just under his arms and then raked them down very slowly and softly until he was back at the base of his ribcage.

"And you’re telling me this doesn’t tickle?" the angel asked teasingly as he looked into Alastor's bright red face and saw how he seemed to be slowly losing the fight. Nevertheless, the deer demon had the audacity to shake his head and deny the question, even though it was obvious to everyone in the room that he was ticklish. Very ticklish, in fact, as his trembling body confirmed.

"No? Then I guess I'll have to think of something else to make you laugh. And I think I already know what to do."

Lucifer sat up straight and cracked his knuckles again, waiting patiently for Alastor to get his breathing back under control and look at him.

"Do you remember Adam?"

Oh yes, he did, which was confirmed by the low growl that escaped his throat at the mention of the name.

"My father took a rib from Adam to create the first human woman. Now I wonder if that rib was only missing from Adam or from the rest of you as well? Or...do you perhaps have an extra rib, like a deer? Surely you wouldn't mind if I would check that? No? Perfect..."

Even if he had wanted to, he wouldn't have been able to stop Lucifer and by now Alastor was concentrating on stifling his laughter only. The words hanging over him now wouldn't make that particularly easy, as he knew what Lucifer had in mind for him, because this was a game his dear mother had loved to play with him when he had been a little kid. Needless to say, his mother had never gotten far before he had started laughing and a little voice in the back of his head told him that this was about to go the same way now...

"How about we get this out of the way first?"

As Lucifer uttered these words, his fingers went to the buttons of his vest and undid them before they began to slowly push his shirt up. Just before he exposed the long scar on his chest, he stopped. Charlie had told him that Alastor had been wounded quite badly during his fight against Adam and that she had been tending to the wound for the past few weeks. Even though he loved teasing the deer, he didn't want to tease him about his wound. He had to give him one thing: Even if he was a stuck-up, narcissistic piece of shit, he had risked his life for this hotel and protected it and that was something he gave him credit for, because if he was protecting the hotel, he was also protecting his daughter...

Nevertheless, he would take revenge for the radio broadcast act and he concentrated fully on the little game again and to lighten the mood a little, he didn't wait any longer, but placed his index fingers on each side of his lower ribs and massaged them lightly into the skin to feel for the bones underneath. As soon as he did this, the Radio Demon’s back lifted off the sofa again and a loud whimper emerged from his throat, which he could no longer hold back. The whimper quickly turned into a low giggle when Lucifer didn't stop and the devil grinned like a little kid who had just received the best present of his life.

"I haven't even started yet and I'm already hearing you giggling, Al? Wow, these ribs seems to be super ticklish, huh?" he teased him, taking pleasure in the deep blush on the demon's cheeks and how he was becoming less and less able to control himself. It wouldn't be long before he broke him and then the fun would really start.

A sideways glance at his daughter told him that Charlie was having just as much fun watching the two of them fooling around and a glance at the others told him the same, because they couldn't stop grinning or giggling either.

"Well, what is it? Can’t you answer my question anymore? Snake got your tongue?" he continued to tease him and with every further word, the blush on the deer demon's face became more intense, if this was still in the realm of possibility, and his initially quiet giggling became louder and louder. Lucifer knew he was pushing the right buttons and he enjoyed the results he got to his teasing. It was amusing to watch how one of hell’s most powerful Overlords crumbled under a little tickling and verbal teasing.

"F-fuck you!" Alastor pressed out and Lucifer could clearly hear that he was about to lose the fight and that it would only be a matter of seconds, before he would break his stubbornness down. His body shook with the strength with which he was trying to hold back his laughter, but Alastor knew himself that this was a hopeless fight that he was about to lose.

"Oh, you know what? Go fuck yourself, Bambi!"

And that was the last push he had needed.

The gates opened and his fit of laughter poured into the lobby like an all-consuming tidal wave that swept him away and would not let him go any time soon. And it wasn't long before the others joined in with his cheerful laughter. The whole situation was so embarrassing, so stupid and at the same time so...funny? Damn, he didn't know what else to think! On the one hand, he was embarrassed that the others could see him like this, especially Lucifer, but on the other hand, it just felt good to be able to let go and laugh freely. It was a feeling he'd had with Charlie when he'd been with her in his radio tower. And even if he would never admit it out loud, Lucifer had a way about him that made him feel like a little boy again. No wonder, since he had lovingly raised Charlie and knew which buttons he had to push. And even if the whole thing had initially been intended as revenge, Alastor couldn't help but wonder at that moment whether this was what it felt like to have a loving father. Because that was something he had never been familiar with when he had been alive and human...

The fingers on his ribs picked up movement again, snapping him abruptly out of his thoughts and a noise that sounded like microphone feedback briefly filled the air.

"Yikes, my poor ears! Apparently my radio must be broken, otherwise it wouldn't be making weird sounds like that. Let me see if I can fix it..."

"NO!!" Alastor pressed out through his increasingly loud fit of laughter, as Lucifer began to poke random spots on his ribs and sides with his index fingers, making him flinch with every poke and his laughter also rose in volume and pitch.

"Hmm, nope. That doesn't seem to be working. What a shame, I'll just keep the volume like this then. Heh, I had something else planned anyway, didn't I, Al? Well...how many ribs do you have?"

This time Lucifer clasped both sides of his ribcage with his hands and massaged his thumbs into his skin, searching for the bones underneath.

"N-no! Dohohon't do thihihihis!!!"

"Here we have one rib...two, three, four, five..."

"Stohohohop it!!"

"Oh come on, Alphonso. Stop wriggling around like that. Now I've lost count, because of you and I have to start aaaaaaall over again! Let’s try this again then...One, two, three..."

Alastor opened his eyes and looked up at Charlie, who by now had put her arms on the back of the sofa and rested her chin on them, giving him a broad and more than amused grin as he gave her a pleading look.

"Chahahaharlie...p-please...hehehehelp mehehehehe!"

The young demoness raised an eyebrow in amusement, as he addressed these pleading words to her and couldn't help but laugh at his predicament.

"Are you serious, Al? First you drag me into your radio tower, tickle me until I have tears in my eyes and broadcast it live through the whole damn hotel and then you seriously think I'm going to help you now? What do you dream about at night? Ohhh, no, no, no, you have to go through that now. Because as they say: Revenge is sweet~."

There was indeed some truth in that. If he thought about it, he kind of deserved this after what he had done to her…

Once again, he was torn from his thoughts as the claws traveled further up his ribs, disappearing under his shirt and eventually pressing into his armpits, making him squirm like a worm, as his voice got higher and he lost himself more and more in his fit of loud laughter.

"Ohhh, does Bambi have ticklish armpits~?"

He would have loved to bite both his hands off, but all he could do was lie there and laugh, laugh, laugh. His legs kicked wildly and he yanked as hard as he could at the ropes, but they just wouldn't give him free, kept him stuck to this damn sofa and he had to endure it. Every wiggle of these damn fingers felt like electric sparks that shot through his nerves, making him arch away, but Lucifer’s fingers were like glued to him and followed all of his movements.

"Sh-shut uhuhuhup!" he pressed through his laughter and at the same time pressing his head deep into the armrest of the sofa and arching his back, as Lucifer let his claws scrape slowly from his armpits down to his sides, before walking them teasingly across his belly, making the muscles underneath the fur and skin twitch wildly and a few hiccups interrupted his laughter briefly.

"And why should I? Does it make it worse for you if I tell you how much it tickles you when my claws trace very slowly over all your ticklish spots, hmm? Like right now? That's a ticklish little tummy you've got here. It’s sooooo cute~. You don't seem so dangerous now, do you, Mister tough guy?"

It was answer enough for Lucifer when Alastor pulled his ears back from the teasing words.

"Looks like I struck another nerve there?" he remarked with a laugh and never stopping his playful teases.

The larger demon tried to growl, to turn his eyes back to radio dials in an attempt to intimidate him, but failed. The tickling sensation caused by Lucifer's claws was simply too overwhelming and robbed him of all concentration and slowly he let himself fall, just gave in to the tickling and the laughter, because he knew he couldn’t do anything else in this very moment.

“Fuhuhuhuck you, you dahahamn snahahahake!”

"Oho, still sooooo much anger in your belly, Al? We should really do something about that. Maybe I can tickle it out of you, what do you think? Let’s give this a try, shall we?"

"NOHOHOHOHO!"

“I knew you would love this idea.”

Alastor would deny the loud squeal to his double death that the tickling hands had triggered, as they pressed into his belly and began to knead it gently but extremely effectively, making him almost roar with laughter. His hooves starting kicking the air and he squirmed like a worm on a hook under his tormentor, who seemed to have the time of his life.

Almost as if from far away, Alastor heard the others laughing around him. Oh yes, they were probably having the time of their lives too, watching him curl up as good as he could on that damn sofa, with the freaking devil himself sitting on top of him, tickling him into pieces! If he got out of here, they would stop laughing; he would make sure about that...

“This has to be the most ticklish tummy in all hell. Isn’t that just adorable? Tickle, tickle, tickle, little buck~.”

And he didn’t know how he would do it yet, but he would find a way to kick Lucifer’s ass too…

"Hey, Dad?"

"Yeah, kiddo?"

"How about you check if he’s got a laugh button?"

Alastor's eyes widened as he heard those words, snapping him back to the here and now and seeing the mischievous grin on Charlie's face gave him the chills. He knew where she was going with this, since he did the same to her during his broadcast.

Yep...Karma at its finest...

The fallen angel tilted his head questioningly, but then it made “click” inside his head and his index finger unerringly headed for Alastor's belly button.

"Like this one?"

As he slid his finger into the little hole, the sound of microphone feedback filled the lobby again, joined by the sound of a bleating fawn and Alastor bucked so hard that he threw Lucifer off him.

While the (literally) fallen angel sat on the floor, already laughing tears himself, Alastor took the chance and turned slightly onto his side, turning his back on him and the others and giggling into the sofa cushion.

"Are you fucking serious, Al? You sound like a fawn when you're being tickled? Charlie, did you know about this?"

The young princess was already wiping a tear from her own eye and shook her head.

"No, he hasn't done that when I got the chance to tickle him. I made him bark like a deer once when I found the right spot though."

Yep, that was the moment when Alastor would have loved to sink into the ground and never return and if he hadn't been tied to the sofa with ropes filled with the power of the freaking devil himself, he would have merged with the shadows at that very moment...

"No, don't!" he squeaked and again the sound of a bleating fawn came out his mouth and that alone was enough to make the others laugh almost as loudly as he had done before.

Lucifer had sat up on the ground and wrapped one of his arms around his stomach, trying to roll him back onto his back, but Alastor resisted to the best of his ability and still...he was having fun. At that moment he was also glad that his coat still covered his deer tail, because it was wagging like a damn propeller by now. He couldn't imagine what he would have to listen to if Lucifer got wind of it! Ohhhh the humiliation would probably never end then…

After a few more attempts, Lucifer actually managed to roll him onto his back again and before Alastor knew what was happening, the King of Hell nuzzled his face into his belly and blew a raspberry right into his belly button. This almost resulted in a black eye for him, as Alastor tried to pull his legs up against his body and almost hit him in the face with his knee, but Lucifer was just able to intercept his legs and push them back down. Growling, he nibbled his way across the entire surface of his belly, then to his sides and from there to his ribs and that was the moment when Alastor's loud laughter faded into silence as he surrendered completely to the tickle attack and stopped resisting.

"Dad, stop and give him a break. I still need him to run the hotel," Charlie giggled as she looked into Alastor's now bright red face and saw how he let his head fall back onto the armrest and laughed silently. Tears glistened in the corners of his eyes and he looked more carefree than she had seen him for a very, very long time. She could see that he was having fun, even if he would never admit it out loud. Not even under the cruelest torture hell had to offer.

And yet she saw the relief on his face when her father stopped tickling him and sat down next to the Radio Demon on the sofa. Concern was reflected in his face as he saw the tears in his captive's eyes.

"Are you alright there, buddy?"

Alastor didn't answer immediately as he needed to catch his breath. When his eyes finally opened again, Lucifer and Charlie could hardly believe what they were seeing, as the Radio Demon grinned broadly at the King of Hell and a challenging glint sparkled in his red eyes as he spoke the words that would be his downfall:

"Is that all you got, shorty?"

Lucifer's facial features slipped away from him and the others could hardly believe what they were hearing. That Alastor still had the audacity to challenge him after all that...

"Are you serious, Al? After all that, you're still messing with me? Fine, have it your way. After all, I still want an apology for your disrespectful behavior towards me and Charlie is welcome to get revenge on you too. Don't you, kiddo? Don't you want to help your Dad?"

The princess of hell looked Alastor firmly in the eye and grinned at him so broadly that he shuddered, but he still gave her a challenging look. Even when she slowly walked around the sofa and sat on his shins so that she was facing his hooves, he tried to keep his composure.

"With the greatest pleasure, Dad..."

Yes, Alastor knew he was about to regret his choice of words, but who was to say he hadn't done it on purpose? That he hadn't deliberately provoked Lucifer? That he didn't enjoy the situation and didn't care that the others could see him like this? That he didn’t want this to stop just yet?

It just felt good to let go and laugh without a care in the world.

And maybe, just maybe, this dwarf, who called himself the King of Hell, and his daughter and maybe even the other residents of the hotel made him feel like he had a family again.

And there was no better feeling than that; even for the otherwise dreaded Radio Demon himself...

~Fin~

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fandom: Hazbin Hotel

lee!Alastor & ler!Rosie (strictly platonic)

hellooo!! something a bit unusual for my blog, but it's been a long few months since I wrote anything, so I thought it would be nice to come back to it for a while :) I hope you like it! + I'm open to constructive criticism, as I write and draw just for fun, but always appreciate advice and comments that will help me improve in what I do.

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Scars and Smiles

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After the hectic Extermination Day and successful battle against all the murderous angels, everyone in the hotel enthusiastically tried their best to make this place better and encourage other sinners to visit. Not much time has passed since this bloody event, despite many injuries and destruction around, it all unexpectedly brought everyone closer together. There was much to be said about the rebuilt hotel, but it certainly wasn't a quiet place.

Loud noises, chaos and attention from everyone around was something that Alastor definitely wanted to avoid at that moment, having nowhere to go he decided to stay for a while in Cannibal Town, specifically at the house of his dear friend Rosie. Even though he wouldn't admit it, the fight with Adam was exhausting for him. Once feared and revered, now found himself consumed by a sense of vulnerability. Constantly reminding himself of the defeat and humiliation that had befallen him, a feeling of weakness returned that he couldn't get rid of. However, from the beginning he didn't want to let on that something was bothering him, hiding it under his classic wide smile, but it didn't go unnoticed by Rosie, who knew him better than anyone in the hotel.

At that moment, he was sitting partially undressed on an elegant sofa in one of his friend's guest rooms, waiting for her to return with new bandages. He looked around at the classy old furniture, trying to escape for a moment from all memories brought back by the scar that marred his chest. After a few long minutes that seemed like an eternity, Rosie walked hesitantly into the room. She didn't mind Alastor's company, on the contrary, after his long absence she was hoping to spend some time with him. Despite the smile that always accompanied him, she couldn't help but notice the dejection etched upon his face. Without a word, Rosie sat down next to him, her nimble fingers worked swiftly, wrapping the bandages around his wound with care. As she applied the final touches, the sight of his miserable expression filled her with a mix of pity and frustration. Regardless of repeated denials, she knew that Alastor wasn't feeling well and wanted to do something about it, but she didn't know what exactly.

''My dear, despite everything, I would be glad if you showed some enthusiasm for being here, after all, it has been some time since we last met without uninvited guests around'' - she said in a confident voice, carefully observing her companion's reaction. Alastor looked at her, saying nothing, but his expression softened slightly, as if her words alone had improved his mood.

''Well, I certainly don't mind your company, but I would appreciate it if you stopped staring at me like I'm your next meal'' - he replied with a slightly playful tone, earning a quiet giggle from her.

She was pleased that despite his worries, Alastor was still able to enjoy her company and was motivated to keep trying to lighten the mood. Finishing up one of the bandages, she lightly brushed her fingers against his ribs, just inches from the scar he so desperately tried to ignore. To her surprise, Alastor's body tensed as a ripple of involuntary shivers coursed through him, this reaction didn't go unnoticed, at first Rosie was worried she had accidentally hurt him, but seeing his lips twitched, a hint of amusement threatening to break through his somber facade, a realization and a mischievous idea immediately appeared.

''Now, darling, how about I help you relax a little and forget about all this for a while?'' a playful grin appeared on her face, which made Alastor immediately guess what was about to happen. Her fingers began to dance nimbly all over his ribs, despite his attempt to maintain his dignity, with each merciless touch, Alastor's resistance crumbled.

''W-w what are you doing?!'' - he choked out, trying as hard as he could to hold still and not break under the unbearable sensations.

"Just trying to cheer you up, I can tell it's clearly working" – Rosie replied, her voice dripping with feigned innocence. Alastor's attempt at self-control failed miserably as her fingers began to explore his sides and stomach.

''ROHOSIE WAHAHAIT!'' his voice laced with both amusement and embarrassment.

''Why should I wait? you need a good laugh and I'm always happy to help!'' - Rosie giggled as she watched the mighty demon writhe uncontrollably.

Alastor burst out laughing, unable to believe how something so childish could work against him. Rosie, on the other hand, delighted with the current situation, attacked the most sensitive spots on his body with surprising precision, causing the only sounds around them to be loud, sincere laughter and radiostatic sounds.

"HAHAHAHA! STOHOHOP!'' - he pleaded, as his cheeks turned red at how pathetic he must look right now. However, he was glad that Rosie was the one who had to see him like this because he would probably have tried to kill anyone else in such a situation.

Rosie's eyes sparkled with amusement as she saw her friend's tail lively wagging. ''Alastor don't tell me you are really enjoying this! You make me want to torture you even longer~'' - teased as she again vigorously wriggled her fingers along his ribs.

Alastor couldn't find any words to protest, he was lost in his own laughter, focused on the irritating yet pleasurable touch overwhelming his body for the next few minutes.

He was frustrated by the fact he was practically lying bare-chested in front of Rosie, exposing some of his worst spots and feeling like hunted prey.

''Oh my, you're so ticklish! I can't even touch you without making you laugh dear!'' - she exclaimed, with a quick movement of one hand, suddenly wiggling her fingers behind Alastor's ear receiving an immediate reaction.

''HAHAHA! ROHOHOSIE!!'' - he gasped between peals of laughter, unable to handle the touch attacking him.

''Aww, you're so adorable! Who would've thought, the powerful Radio Demon is now at my mercy!'' - Rosie mocked, but her voice was filled with genuine affection.

His static radio filter was sometimes lost in the sound of his actual laughter, he didn't even notice it, but Rosie was charmed by what was currently happening.

''PLEHEASEHEHE THAHAT'S EHENOUGH! HAHAHA!'' - Alastor could barely catch his breath, practically melting on the sofa under the overwhelming touch, not even sure if he really wanted it to stop.

She was about to finish her little torment, but at that moment an idea came to her, the last thing she wanted to do, and an even wider mischievous grin appeared on her face.

''Hmm, you know what dear? Maybe you actually will be my next meal~!'' - Rosie said in a calm but playful voice, placing both hands on his sides.

Before Alastor could even process what was happening, she suddenly blew a raspberry on his stomach and started to nibble at his skin, at the same moment spidering with both of her hands over his sides and ribs.

Not even two seconds had passed and Rosie already got the reaction she was hoping for.

''ROHOHOSIE QUIHIT IHIHIT!! PLEAHAHAHA-!'' - her poor victim couldn't even finish his already barely uttered words due to uncontrollable laughter. Kicking his legs, he couldn't concentrate enough to even use his powers.

After a few more minutes Rosie finally ended her attack and moved away a bit to give him some space. Alastor could just lay there, panting heavily, his laughter fading into soft chuckles.

He looked up at Rosie with gratitude and embarrassment on his face, trying to pretend he doesn't see the wide smile she directs at him.

''You're such a cruel woman'' - Alastor said, slowly regaining his breath.

''Always happy to help you bring back that sincere smile'' - she replied with a soft giggle, standing up to get him a glass of water.

Alastor would rather die again than admit it, but he couldn't remember the last time he had this much fun. Despite the constant memory of all the negative things he was thinking about when he arrived there, he actually felt better now and was grateful to Rosie for that. Although, as the vengeful demon that he was, Alastor was waiting for an opportunity to get his revenge.

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