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Pride comes before a fall

Summary: Lucifer is the most powerful being in hell and as such he fears no consequences for his behavior. No matter who he messes with, in his opinion, no one has the courage to fight back. Driven by his pride, he even messes with the most powerful demons in hell, because he knows that none of them would dare even try to rebel against him. Well, all except one demon and this demon is fed up with all the teasing towards him and this demon shows him today that even the King of Hell has to face consequences for his behavior…

Warnings: A lot of tickling in this one, because this is a tickle story. Don't like? Don't read! The tickling scratches sadistic territory, but I personally think I still held back a lot. Everything is strictly sfw! If you look for dirty stuff, look elsewhere! I tried to stay in character, but as alwas: OOC warning, just in case I messed up a bit ;).

Word count: Over 5600

Authors note: Oh my, it's been literally MONTHS since my last upload. I am sorry for that. These last three months were literal hell to me. I don't want to talk about it, but it was super stressfull for me and it still is, but not as heavy as weeks ago fortunately. Well, I try to get more active here, but can't make any promises. This is the fic that won my poll. Hope you guys will enjoy it. I've never written anything Voodoo related and hopefully I didn't mess up (I wanna go to New Orleans so bad but it's sooooo expensive *sighs*).

Hope the translation is okay too. I translated this from german into english and boy, it was a pain in the a** to translate this time.

BTW this is an own story and has nothing to do with my little t-word series with Alastor and Lucifer. Just saying :).

Oh and for the anon who send me this:

Have some lee!lucifer haha

I myself had lots of fun with writing this.

Feedback is much appreciated as always.

And now have fun reading, guys (Fic under the cut)

Pride comes before a fall

Alastor had had enough.

Really more than enough!

Ever since the King of Hell himself had moved into the Hazbin Hotel, his life had been turned upside down. And not necessarily in the most positive sense. Oh no...

Whenever Lucifer met him, the teasing started and as annoying as it was, Alastor had to admit that he wasn't entirely innocent himself, because he also dished out a lot when it came to teasing and making fun of the short King.

Why?

Because he enjoyed messing with Lucifer, who always responded so deliciously to his jibes; specially the ones about his height. Oh yes. When Alastor only briefly hinted at how short he was compared to himself or the other residents of the hotel, the King would go off like a bomb. And the deer demon was always highly amused by such a strong reaction, because this was exactly the entertainment he had been looking for in this hotel.

However, he had been so busy in the last few days that he hadn't had any time to mess with him and Lucifer had used this to his advantage, taking the opportunity to turn the tables and bombard him with jibes and dirty jokes, almost driving him mad.

It had become particularly bad when the fallen angel had caught him working on a clogged toilet in the morning.

"Hey Bambi, when my toilet is clogged, you can take care of it too, wearing the right clothes, of course. Everything should be done properly after all and that means fitting clothes too. I am sure you look really hot in an apron. And only in that and nothing else. We also want to make sure that everyone can see your cute fluffy tail when you clean my toilet~."

The words still echoed in his head and thinking about them made his blood boil and the blush rise to his face, as images crept into his mind that he had never wanted to see and caused him to grit his teeth and growl softly, as the beast stirred inside him and yanked at the chains Alastor held it bound with, for he had promised Charlie to not let it lose inside the hotel.

Ohhh, but how he wanted to kick that arrogant angel's ass!

But he had promised Charlie he wouldn't hurt her father. Not that he could have done so, because Lucifer was so much more powerful than he would ever be, even if the King didn't look like that at first glance. But everyone in hell knew what the fallen angel hid behind his cheerful and slightly over-excited mask and that was ultimately what earned him the respect that everyone down here in this world of fire and brimstone paid him.

But Alastor could also dish it out quite a lot himself when he became really angry. But deep down, the deer demon knew that he would never have the slightest chance if it ever came to a serious fight between him and the King of Hell.

After all, he was only a mortal soul.

A mortal soul, who nevertheless had a few tricks up his sleeve that Lucifer knew nothing about, because he was too arrogant to show interest in other demons but himself and that was exactly what Alastor now wanted to take advantage of.

The arrogance of this angel would be his downfall!

Just as it had been in heaven, it would be his downfall here in hell too; he would make sure about that!

He had already prepared everything he needed and was taking care of the final details right now.

Grinning, he sat on his bed in his hotel room, cross-legged, and worked on the last few details of his project. He carefully guided the needle and thread through the fabric he was working on, taking care to be thorough, because in his eyes this had to be perfect.

And it would be, because he was a perfectionist when it came to that.

He had been one when he was still alive and he was still one now that he was dead. And ohhh, how wonderful it felt to be able to devote himself to one of his most favorite hobbies again after such a long time…

He had learned a lot during his lifetime about what he was up to now and perhaps it was precisely this hobby that had ultimately sent him to hell. But he didn't care. He loved life down here because he could have so much fun, didn't have to stick to any stupid rules and could do whatever he wanted.

And he would have fun again today.

Oh yes, and how he would have fun...

His grin widened, taking on sadistic traits, as he finished the last pinpricks and then looked proudly at his now finished work.

Even though he hadn't done this for a very long time, he hadn't lost his sensitivity for this hobby even in death. On the contrary: Since he had been living down here, he had become much better at it. He had already had enough guinea pigs over the years to test his abilities with this hobby of his.

Ohhh, how much he had enjoyed the agonizing screams...

And today would be a lot of fun again; he would make sure about that.

His grin widened, taking on sinister features and a malicious laugh crept from the depths of his throat, bearing witness to the anticipation that flared up inside him.

This insolent and arrogant angel wouldn't even know what was about to hit him...

Lucifer was unaware of the Radio Demon’s sadistic thoughts, nor did he have any idea of the sinister plans he was plotting behind his back.

The King of Hell was busy preparing everything in the kitchen for another round of pancakes and his daughter, Charlie, kept him company and helped him a little. 

Lucifer wanted to make the most of the day, as almost everyone else had flown out today. Alastor was also nowhere to be seen and so he finally had the chance to spend some father and daughter time with Charlie. Something he hadn't done for a very long time and he felt that there was a lot he had to catch up on and so he would make the most of the day and of course a peaceful father/daughter day couldn't happen without his famous pancakes. So he and Charlie had gone into the hotel kitchen and were getting everything ready.

Lucifer had already finished a large bowl of batter and it was now in the fridge for the rest of the hotel residents to throw a round of pancakes later (and he would mix a little surprise into Alastor's portion when the time came. He hoped this egocentric stag liked the taste of Carolina Reaper flakes in his pancake).

The smaller bowl, he was filling right now, was just for him and Charlie.

"It's nice that you and I can spend time together again after all these years," Lucifer finally broke the silence between them and he gave Charlie a wide and happy smile as he turned his head enough to look over his shoulder and at his daughter.

Charlie smiled too as she watched him pour a portion of batter into a pan and waited for his first pancake to turn a nice shade of golden brown.

"Yes, I think it's nice too. Also that you moved into the hotel. That will do you good."

Lucifer grinned when he heard that.

"Of course, little apple. But not everyone seems to like the fact that I'm living here now though, but as long as you're happy, that's all that matters."

Charlie couldn't help but roll her eyes when she heard that, knowing exactly what, or rather who, her father was referring to again.

"You know, Dad, if you didn't tease Alastor all the time, you two would get along much better. Why don't you finally bury the hatchet and try to get along? That would really make life here in the hotel easier with the two of you under one roof. Not just for me, but for everyone else too."

The fallen angel laughed loudly and sarcastically at her words.

"Me and Alastor? Getting along? Char, Char, you know that's impossible. That stag is far too stubborn for that."

The young demoness raised an eyebrow questioningly when she heard that.

"Oh? And you're not stubborn?" she retorted, her voice sounding almost accusatory, which of course didn't go unnoticed by Lucifer.

"I never said that," he replied in a calm voice.

Charlie ran both hands over her face, as her father grinned broadly at her once more, before turning back to his pancake and swirling the pan carefully to prevent it from burning.

"I'm really not asking for much, Dad. I'm just asking that you at least try not to provoke Alastor all the time."

"Oh, come on. I didn't provoke him today."

"Yeah, because no one's seen him today."

"Well, that's not quite true. I saw him this morning, taking care of the clogged toilet."

Charlie raised an eyebrow as he said that.

"I can imagine how that ended," she mumbled.

Lucifer laughed.

"I just told him that he could come to me if my toilet was clogged too, that's all."

"That’s all? Are you really sure about that, Dad?"

The Seraph didn't answer, keeping his back turned to her and when Charlie looked closer, she saw his shoulders twitch, as he laughed softly.

"Dad!"

"Okay, okay, there was a bit more. Maybe I told him to put on matching clothes when he unclogged my toilet," the King said with a wide grin on his face that stretched from ear to ear as he turned back to his daughter, who could only shake her head in response.

"You're impossible and you know that. You and Angel...you two have really made it your business to drive poor Alastor mad, haven't you?"

"Poor Alastor? My little apple, Alastor is anything but poor. He dishes out a fair bit too. He gave Angel a few good nightmares the other day when he nearly let the Radio Demon loose."

"I wonder why that escalated so quickly?" Charlie asked with a grumble and Lucifer grinned knowingly and chuckled slightly maliciously.

"It's not our problem when good old Al can't take a joke and doesn’t understand some fun."

"I don't think your sex jokes necessarily count as 'fun'."

"Hmm...but a certain kind of fun for sure..."

"DAD!"

"Okay, okay I'll stop," the fallen angel laughed, absentmindedly scratching the back of his hand before turning his attention back to the pancake.

"It would be nice if you would at least leave Alastor alone with the dirty jokes and innuendos. I've already told Angel that as well. You two know exactly how uncomfortable that makes him feel like."

"He hasn't complained yet, so I am pretty sure he's secretly into it. Who knows what he does behind closed doors, Char, Char. Or right now? I haven't seen him since this morning. Who knows what he's up to right now? Maybe he's playing with himself, who knows?"

Another eye roll from Charlie, followed by a long, loud sigh.

"Dad, you and Angel...you two are just impossible."

"Oh come on, little duckling. A little fun never hurt anyone. It's about time we pull the stick out of Al's ass. It's not 1920 anymore. It's time for him to adapt to modern times and...and..."

Lucifer suddenly faltered and Charlie looked at him questioningly, as he went silent and his fingers suddenly tightened around the handle of the spatula he was holding.

"Dad? Are you all right?" the young demoness asked, as her father suddenly went completely still and stood petrified in front of the hob, not moving an inch. His muscles were tense and he stood there as stiff as a stick, his back turned to her as he was about to flip his pancake. But he stopped in mid-motion.

Why?

Charlie didn't know.

She didn't know that Lucifer had to pull himself together to keep from collapsing with laughter here in the kitchen and then in front of his own daughter.

And why?

Because he suddenly felt a strange sensation…

It had started with an itch on his hand. As if a feather was brushing delicately against his skin. But no matter how many times he had scratched his hand while talking to his daughter, the itch wouldn't go away. To his horror, the feeling had started to move. Slowly, very slowly, from his hand up his arm and to his shoulder. Now it had reached his neck and it was no longer an itch that he felt, but a full-blown tickling sensation.

A tickling sensation that just wouldn't go away and seemed to have a mind of its own, as crazy as that might sound. But nothing was normal down here in hell anyway.

The tickling sensation had eventually traveled from his neck to his back and when Lucifer felt it below his shoulder blades, where his wings normally met his back, he had immediately stiffened and had been biting his bottom lip ever since to hold back any embarrassing noises, because that spot was one of his most ticklish spots and no matter what was responsible for this strange tickling sensation on his back, it wouldn't stop. On the contrary, it became stronger and stronger, feeling as if a huge feather was gliding over his back again and again. Goosebumps now covered his entire body and he shuddered visibly.

"What the...? Dad? Dad! What's wrong with you?"

He heard Charlie's worried voice coming through to him from far away, but he couldn't answer her, because he didn't know what was wrong with him. The tickling sensation was now so strong that he started to flinch and almost flung the pan off the hob, but Charlie was quickly at his side, put the pan on one of the cold hobs, so that the pancake wouldn't burn and then she tried to help her father. Even if she didn't know what was wrong with him or how to help him and the corners of her own mouth twitched upwards when Lucifer suddenly burst out laughing and wrapped his arms around his stomach.

The King of Hell stumbled and rumbled through the kitchen, pulling something off the kitchen counter here and there and dropping the spatula to the floor and following it only seconds later and now he was lying there, on the kitchen floor, arms wrapped around his torso and legs kicking in the air, laughing his angelic soul out and Charlie didn't even know why.

"Dad, what the hell is wrong with you all of a sudden? What's so funny?"

The literal fallen angel could barely answer her and when he tried, all that came out of him was squealing laughter and he squirmed back and forth on the floor like a worm, pressed his arms tightly against his body and was laughing and laughing and laughing until his eyes were watering within seconds.

"Chahaharlie, please...HELP ME!!!" he squeezed out through his fits of laughter and he turned onto his side, keeping one arm wrapped around his stomach and pounding the ground like a maniac with the fist of his other hand, roaring with laughter, as he pulled his legs tight against his body as if to protect himself from something.

He was only peripherally aware of his daughter and how she knelt by his side and put her hand on his shoulder, which only made him squeal louder and at that moment the devil no longer looked as devilish as he pretended to be on some days.

His cheeks were golden as the blood rushed to his face. Partly out of shame and partly because he was laughing like a maniac. Cute dimples danced on his face, crow's feet were visible in the corners of his tightly squeezed shut eyes and the sound of his laughter was so loud that it not only filled the whole kitchen but almost certainly went beyond it and Charlie was glad that everyone else had flown out today and wouldn't see him like this. She didn't even want to imagine the uproar that would break out when the residents of the Hazbin Hotel found out that the King of Hell was ticklish, because that's what this looked like to her right now. And her father was very ticklish, if she was allowed to say so. No, no. Informations like these would better be kept hidden from all the other inhabitants of hell.

Especially from those who wore antlers on their heads...

"I can't help you if you don't tell me what's wrong with you, Dad. Talk to me!" it came from Charlie's lips, amused and yet with a hint of desperation, as she knelt next to her father, not knowing what to do while he laughed himself silly.

"I-it tickles, Chahahahahaharlie...hahahaha...it tihihihihickles so muuhuhuhuch! Mahahahake it stohohohohop!!!" the King of Hell pleaded between bouts of laughter, confirming her suspicions, before burying his face in his free arm and laughing into the crook of it while his other arm wrapped even tighter around his stomach and his fingers clawed into the fabric of the cooking apron he was wearing.

The tickling sensation had now moved from his shoulder blades to his stomach and was lingering there. It felt like a big, fluffy feather stroking up and down, making his stomach muscles spasm and him squeal. One of his legs kicked out, catching a chair that clattered to the floor, but neither he nor his daughter paid any attention to it. 

"It tickles? What tickles? Dad, there's nothing tickling you."

"B-but I can feel it...ahahahaha...Chahahaharlie pleahahahase! Hehehehelp me!"

"I can't do anything. I really can't. Wait. Take your arm away and let me see."

Another loud squeal came from Lucifer's throat, as Charlie pushed his arm slightly off his stomach and lifted his apron and then his shirt, but as expected, she saw nothing to give her father cause for this spontaneous outburst of mirth.

He got more and more lost in his laughing fit and arched his back, as he rolled back over and his hand reached into the armpit of his other arm, as if he was trying to get something out of there. But Charlie couldn't see anything. She could only watch, as her father writhed and contorted on the kitchen floor, his arms pressed desperately against his body, as he rammed his hooves firmly into the floor, even lifting his hips off the ground for a moment; so desperate he seemed to be by now.

"I'm so sorry, Dad, but I can't help you," the princess's said and as confused as she was, she had to hold a hand over her mouth to stop herself from giggling as she looked at her father and how he couldn't stop himself from laughing anymore.

The sound of his laughter was loud, resounding, getting higher by the second and was more and more often interrupted by a sweet squeak, as he got totally lost into his ticklish agony. And yet it sounded so funny, so contagious, that Charlie could hardly contain herself. 

"Ch-Chahahahahaharlie, pleahahahahahase! Hehehehelp mehehehehe!" Lucifer begged again and he turned back onto his stomach and started crawling around the kitchen floor, laughing, until he almost ended up under the kitchen table. He kicked his legs so hard that he knocked over another chair, but he didn't even seem to realize it. No, he could only concentrate on this strong tickling sensation that was maltreating his body, lingering in the back of his knees right now and slowly, agonizingly slowly, moving further down...

"Ahh! No! Not there! Not my hooves! Please dohohohohon't! Chahahaharlie help!!! Please! Make it stohohohohop! Oh PLEASE HEEEEEELP!!!"

He kicked his legs wildly, trying to get the tickling sensation out of his hooves that was currently lingering there, causing more tears of laughter to appear in his eyes. It felt as if a feather was now stroking the underside of his hooves. Up and down and up and down and then it felt like the cheeky feather would move between his two toes as well, making him snort loudly, before he exploded with high-pitched squeaky laughter and shrieked through the whole kitchen...and most likely through the rest of the hotel as well.

"By my father! No please! Stohohohohohop it! That's nohohohohot fahahahahahair!"

The tickling sensation moved on again, now stroking along the back of his legs, lingering in the back of his knees again for a few seconds until it moved on, reaching his side and desperately, the fallen angel clawed his fingers into the fabric of his apron and the shirt underneath, as the sensation lingered on his ribs for a few agonizing moments, before sliding back into his armpit and making him roar with laughter.

"Charlie! Charlie, please! Ahh! No, no, no! Pleahahahahase! Make it stop! Please! It tickles! It tihihhihihickles so much! Please, I can't stahahahahand it! Ahh! Nohohoho! Too much! Too much! Too muhuhuhuhuch!!"

The young princess could no longer hide her amused giggles from him. The whole situation was so absurd and so funny at the same time, that she couldn't help but join in her father's infectious laughter, even though she still didn't know what was wrong with him or where this spontaneous and seemingly invisible tickle attack had come from so suddenly.

And even if she felt sorry for him at the moment, knowing how terribly ticklish he was, it was still nice to finally see and hear him laughing again, even if she knew that he didn’t like this situation as much as she was. Charlie knew about his depression and even here, in her hotel, he would have small episodes from time to time and then lock himself into his room and hide from everyone else to deal with it himself. One of these episodes was not so long ago and she still remembered how terrible he had been feeling during those days, how sad he had been, like a shadow of the cheerful angel he so often pretended to be to make sure no one could see the sadness he was hiding behind his mask...

The sight of him lying there and laughing his soul out was all the more beautiful for her now. Even if she still didn't know why he was doing that. Something seemed to be tickling him terribly, but no matter how hard she tried to find something that could be responsible for this spontaneous tickle attack, she just didn't see anything. It remained a mystery as to what was happening here.

One way or another, unpredictable and completely crazy things happened in hell, but even she had never experienced anything like this. It was as if an invisible force was tickling him into sheer madness, the way he was laughing and how tears were already welling up in his eyes. And yes, she felt sorry for him at that moment when she saw him writhing on the floor, begging for mercy and yet getting none. She would have loved to help him out of this ticklish predicament, but she simply couldn't. Her hands were tied and there was no way for her to help him.

So there was only one thing to do: wait and hope that it would stop on its own...

What Charlie didn't know was the fact that a certain shadow behind her was watching the whole scene and neither she nor Lucifer noticed it.

A shadow, with antlers on its head and a wide and evil grin on its face...

Further up, in one of the many rooms of the Hazbin Hotel, a certain deer demon was still sitting on his bed, grinning wider than ever and for a change, this grin was not fake, but real. Even if it was a little malicious, even sadistic, in nature.

In his hand he held a voodoo doll that resembled an angel with six wings, inside of which he had woven one of Lucifer's feathers into to make the spell work. In his other hand he held another of Lucifer's feathers. This one was far larger than the downy feather he had woven into the Voodoo doll and he currently stroked it under the doll's arm. Slowly up and down and up and down, grinning so widely that it almost split his face in half as he could see and even hear the results of his Voodoo spell through the eyes and ears of his shadow.

And damn it, he liked what he saw and what he heard and he was sure to make Baron Samedi himself proud, as he had just brought the King of Hell himself to his knees! And damn, this feeling of pure power, that was flowing through him now, was more intoxicating than all the drugs on earth put together!

Day in and day out, this angel made fun of him, mocked him, called him disrespectful nicknames, bombarded him with dirty jokes and innuendos and laughed at him.

Well, today Alastor had decided to give him a reason to laugh.

He had been planning this kind of revenge for a long time, but one thing had been missing: something personal from Lucifer, because that was the only way the spell could work. He had to weave something into the doll that belonged to the King of Hell and a few days ago he had finally gotten his chance when he had found some of the king's feathers. Apparently, angels also lost their feathers every now and then and changed them like birds did on earth, and Lucifer had probably done so these days. Some of his feathers had been found here and there, because proud as he was, he liked to show off his wings and flaunt them in his never-ending arrogance.

Well, his pride and arrogance had been his downfall today, for Alastor had been waiting for such an opportunity and had picked up the feathers he had found in the corridors and in the lobby of the hotel when no one was watching him. Not all of them, but enough for his personal collection, because who knew what other spells angel feathers could be used for?

They came in handy for his Voodoo spell, because thanks to the small downy feather inside the doll, he had managed to bind Lucifer to the doll. No matter what he did to the doll, the fallen angel could feel it.

He grimaced in disgust as he briefly thought about how Angel Dust would react to this knowledge and quickly banished the thought to the back of his mind, preferring to concentrate on his diabolical work instead, which consisted of making the devil himself howl with laughter and teaching him the respect that Alastor missed too much in his presence.

And it worked damn well, because apparently the devil couldn't stand his own medicine at all. He just burst out into loud, crazy laughter as Alastor brushed the feather over one of the doll's wings. A diabolical grin played around his lips as he watched Lucifer tear apart half the kitchen in his fit of laughter, his six wings manifesting themselves and flapping wildly up and down as he tickled the doll’s wing mercilessly, switching back and forth between all six wings to make sure every one of them got its fair share of tickles.

“My, my, someone’s got very ticklish wings it seems. Good to know…” he mumbled to himself, as he kept the feather going, chuckling himself at the results he could see and hear.

Alastor had already become acquainted with Lucifer’s feathers and he knew how ticklish they were, as it was not uncommon for the fallen angel to tease him with them when the opportunity arose. If he dared to fall asleep on one of the sofas in the lobby, feathers would soon be teasingly brushing the underside of his hooves whenever Lucifer walked past him. The angel always gave him a broad, amused grin when Alastor startled out of his half-sleep as if bitten by a hellhound and almost fell off the sofa.

He quickly banished the embarrassing noises that came from his throat to the back of his mind, as he thought back to this humiliating situation that happened not too long ago.

Or whenever Lucifer caught him trying to get something from the upper shelves and stretched his arms wide over his head, there were soon cheeky claws that quickly and skillfully wiggled deep into his armpits, almost causing him to crawl out of his fur and the last time this happened, the goddamn bookshelf had almost crashed on top of him, because he had reflexively tried to hold on to it, as he had lost his balance. Lucifer had, of course, fled quickly, laughing loudly, when he had already seen Alastor's antlers begin to grow and an inhuman-sounding growl had emerged from the depths of his throat, while glowing red eyes, filled with rage, had looked after him, in which the radio dials had already been spinning dangerously.

This angel took far too much liberty in his presence, acted as if he was untouchable, provoked him wherever he could and mocked him. It was high time to show him that even the devil himself was not immune to consequences for his behavior!

And that it was better for his well-being not to mess with the dreaded Radio Demon everyone in hell feared for a good reason!

And today was finally the day!

Now he could not only take revenge on Lucifer for all the mean comments he kept throwing at him, but he could also give him a taste of his own medicine by maltreating him with one of his own feathers and, as he could see through the eyes of his shadow, it worked really well, because the devil was roaring with laughter in the kitchen, letting out a few very nasty curse words from his throat and writhing like a fish out of water on the kitchen floor, with his arms wrapped tightly around his belly, when Alastor let the feather brush over the doll's belly again and kicked his legs desperately into the air.

Ohhh and how he begged his daughter to help him...it was like pure music to his ears and a feast for his eyes.

"Heh, I hope you like to laugh a lot, Your Highness, because this is just the beginning," Alastor murmured softly to himself, his grin about to split his face in two. Radio dials were now spinning in his eyes and he let his antlers grow, as he turned the feather around and now ran the quill end over the doll's belly, enjoying the reaction he got in response, which consisted of a loud scream that was soon followed by crazy laughter and even Charlie couldn't contain herself anymore, seeing her now laughing along with her father and at the same time dodging the wildly flapping wings that were also tearing the rest of the kitchen apart.

Oh yes. It was Lucifer's pride that had brought him to his knees again today.

His pride had been responsible for his fall from heaven and apparently this arrogant angel hadn't learned his lesson at all, because what was that saying?

Pride comes before a fall.

And Lucifer's fall was deep...

The Radio Demon chuckled maliciously as this train of thoughts flashed through his mind and he now brought the quill to the angel's ribs, scratching over them in a rhythm that drove Lucifer up the wall and making him screech in ticklish agony.

"Ohhh, how I enjoy your screams, Your Majesty. Let this be a lesson to you not to mess with me!" Alastor growled at the puppet, even though he knew Lucifer couldn't hear him and maybe it was better that way, because he didn't want the devil to find out that he was behind the whole thing. Lucifer didn't even know that he knew that much about Voodoo magic in the first place.

And that would be his downfall today!

During his lifetime, Alastor had learned a lot about Voodoo magic when he had lived in New Orleans and sold his soul to demons there to ultimately become a Voodoo Master himself and down here, in hell, this magic always came to his aid, turning him into the Overlord that everyone feared and who had earned his name down here with his cruel deeds and his even crueler radio shows. And it was not uncommon for him to make use of his knowledge of Voodoo magic down here in hell and use it to cruelly torment one demon after another.

Be it to teach a lesson or just for fun.

The main thing was that it ended in agonizing screams...

Admittedly, he had never used his magic for something as childish as tickling before, but it was fun and he surprised himself at how effective it was. Especially when he was dealing with someone who couldn't seem to stand being tickled, and luckily for him, the devil himself was someone who couldn't stand being tickled at all as it seemed.

How cute...

And he basically got to hear screams too.

So it was a Win-Win situation for him.

He grinned darkly as the thought occurred to him that he could get used to this and he would guard this Voodoo doll like a treasure, because now he finally had something against Lucifer in his hand without him knowing anything about it.

And it should better stay that way...

So good! 😊😍

Entertaining enough?

Summary: Sequel to my first Hazbin Hotel fic "To help a deer friend". Since Alastor seems to feel much better, he loves to mess around with her dad, the king of hell himself and also her father is having a blast, fighting against Alastor whenever these two meet each other. A situation that slowly becomes too much for Charlie and it's about time for her to put a stop to this endless seeming brawling. And she knows exactly how. But she quickly gets to know that it's never a good idea to mess with the Radio Demon himself…

Warnings: This story contains lots and lots of innocent, fluffy SFW tickling, so if you don't like this, then please don't read this, thank you. Also a little OOC warning here. I always try to stay in character while writing, but I can't make promises that it stays that way during the story. And since I am NOT a shipper, this is pure platonic fluff, even if it might gets a tiny bit into the "charlastor" direction in the end. It's still platonic ;) And since I translated this from german into english, there might be some grammatical errors. Just saying. You have been warned ;).

Word count: 5700

Authors note: I've had so much fun with writing this story and I hope you will have as much fun reading it. I don't know if I will write another Hazbin Hotel story after this one, because my head is totally empty now when it comes to ideas. If someone wants to give me ideas, I am all in for it (can't promise to write it though). PS: I've got some "fun facts" after this story, so make sure to check them out :3.

BTW: I like to refer to Alastor as a Wendigo, because he totally looks like one to me when he shows his demonic form ("Stayed gone" for example).

Entertaining enough?

A loud thump cut through the quiet of the Hazbin Hotel that day and Charlie could only sit there and shake her head in bewilderment, as she watched her father and Alastor having another fight going on.

It had been nice at first that Alastor finally dared to come out of his room after everything that had happened to him, but for it to end in something like this? As soon as the deer demon heard her father, his whole mood changed to something sadistic and when the two of them finally met...well, she could see in what that ended...

Angel Dust and Husker had already left the hotel lobby and Vaggie also seemed to find it extremely alarming to have to watch two of hell’s most powerful beings having another fight. Only Niffty seemed to find it extremely amusing, considering that she was laughing like a maniac at them and their antics.

"Nice antlers, Bambi! But can they keep up with these?" Charlie heard her father yell across the lobby, as he revealed his six wings with a huge and taunting grin on his face and he rose gracefully into the air, looking down at Alastor, who looked like he was about to explode at any moment. Pure hatred was written in his now almost black eyes and with every further teasing word from Lucifer, his antlers grew and his ears pulled back so far that they were already close to his skull. And not only that, because his body was also changing more and more. His limbs grew longer and he grew taller, as he transformed into his demonic form.

"Alastor! Not in here!" shouted Charlie, as it finally just got too much for her to handle, fearing they would tear her entire hotel apart in the next few moments if she didn't intervene.

One of his ears shot up in the direction where Charlie's voice had come from and that was what seemed to snap Alastor out of his rising rage, as his head followed his ear to look at her.

The young princess had risen from her place on the sofa and now stood in front of him with her arms crossed in front of her chest, looking up at him accusingly, before her eyes turned to her father, who was still hovering in the air in front of Alastor and now flinched himself when he saw his daughter's scowl.

"If you carry on like this, you'll destroy my lobby! Stop this shit already! You're behaving worse than little children!" she growled.

And that finally brought the two brawlers back to their senses, as Alastor shrank back to his normal size and Lucifer calmed down also, as he slowly glided to the ground and hid his wings again. However, Charlie could still see the two of them glaring at each other and yes, this childlike behavior was really getting onto her nerves now.

She didn't even understand the beef between these two in the first place...

"Okay, okay, calm down, little apple. We'll stop already. I've got things to do anyway."

The fallen angel turned his eyes back to Alastor and gave him a sneaky grin.

"Don't think it's over yet. This is just a break. We'll sort this out another time...Bambi~."

"DAD!" Charlie shouted after him, as the angel turned around and walked away, laughing.

When she turned her eyes to Alastor, he was still standing there with his arms crossed behind his back, his broad, significant grin back on his face and looking as if nothing had happened. Only his pinned back ears still bore witness to his displeasure.

"Really, Alastor, did you have to do that?"

The Radio Demon’s grin widened, as he relaxed, put his ears back up and straightened his bowtie.

"But that's what I'm here for, my dear: entertainment. And I have to say that it was more than entertaining. If you don't mind, your Highness, I would now get back to my room and rest a bit."

Without saying another word, or giving her another glance, Alastor strode off in the direction of his room.

As soon as he was gone, everyone visibly relaxed; only Charlie was still standing in the same spot, gritting her teeth with frustration.

"Entertainment he said...I'll show him entertainment!" she grumbled.

"I wouldn't mess with him if I were you, babe. Don't forget who he is," Vaggie said, who had moved to stand next to her girlfriend and placed a hand on her shoulder, which Charlie squeezed affectionately with hers.

"Oh, I know who he is and what a monster he can be, when he wants to. But he doesn't scare me."

Charlie's lips twisted into a wide grin, as she looked at her girlfriend and something shone in her eyes that Vaggie wasn't able to judge and maybe it was better if she stayed out of the whole thing, because she definitely didn't want to mess with the dreaded Radio Demon.

Unlike Charlie, which her next words confirmed:

"But every monster can be tamed..."

The young princess allowed a few hours to pass, so that everyone could calm down and, in fact, everyone went about their usual daily routine again in the evening.

Angel was flirting shamelessly with Husk at the bar, making the cat demon grumble and roll his eyes at his antics, trying to ignore him. Niffty was laughing maniacally, as she chased after cockroaches and Vaggie was sitting with Lucifer on one of the sofas in the lobby and the two angels seemed to be chatting animatedly. It was a sight that warmed Charlie's heart to the core and she was so happy that her father seemed to welcome Vaggie so warmly into the Morningstar family.

The only one who didn't show up was Alastor and Charlie knew why, because the Radio Demon was still struggling with the wound on his chest. He rarely came out of his room and when he did...well, she had seen what happened earlier and she couldn't help but grit her teeth again, as the memories of the afternoon came flooding back to her.

The urge to demonstrate his power seemed to have grown stronger in Alastor since he had lost to Adam and who, if not the King of Hell himself, was the perfect rival for his ego? At least that was the only explanation Charlie had for this childish behavior. In the end, she didn't care. She just wanted them to finally get along and not piss on each other every day. A thought that made her grin and she decided to pay Alastor a little visit. She had been tending to his wound for weeks, even if it still made him uncomfortable, but she knew that he was secretly grateful for the gesture and that he had started to trust her and Charlie was sure that he even enjoyed her company. Even if he didn't show it directly. His pride was simply too big for that.

A thought, that made her roll her eyes, as she made her way to his room. However, she wasn't just going to tend to his wound today, because it was time to tame this crazy Wendigo and she already knew exactly how to do it. No matter what the consequences would be. Alastor's last "threat" still echoed in her ears and she shuddered slightly whenever she remembered it. But today, she didn't care about that threat at all. Even if she could hardly call it a threat when he said he would take her to his radio tower and broadcast her laughter live.

Well, better laughter than screams of pain...

A thought, that made her grin slightly again. Alastor could be really silly when she was alone with him. A side, which she liked about him and a side that probably no one else got to see and she had promised him to keep this information to herself, knowing he wanted to keep his reputation as the dreaded Radio Demon everyone in hell should fear by the mere mention of his name.

But that didn’t mean that she would stop teasing him when she was alone with him.

Alastor wanted to be entertained?

Well, he could have that...

"Al? It's me, Charlie. Can I come in?"

"The door is open, my dear."

When Charlie entered the room and closed the door behind her, she found the deer demon sitting on his bed. He had already removed his coat and had unbuttoned his shirt, knowing why she had come to him this evening.

Over the last few weeks, he had become accustomed to her regular visits to tend to his wound, even if it still made him slightly uncomfortable. But it had to be done. Either he let Charlie take care of him, or he would have to go to Rosie and before he showed his weakness to another Overlord, he'd rather let Charlie see him like this. She was far too soft to use that weakness against him anyway. Not that he didn't trust Rosie, but he would be extremely uncomfortable if she knew about his failure at the last extermination. Besides, over the months, he'd been staying here at the hotel, he'd taken Charlie and perhaps the rest of the gang, with the exception of Lucifer, into his not-so-cold heart. Of course, he would never admit that aloud. Not even under the most horrible torture hell had to offer...

But as much as he liked Charlie, he still loved to mess with her a little every now and then. Her scowl had not escaped his notice when she had entered his room and his grin widened, as she wordlessly sat down next to him and glared at him from the side. The afternoon's incident was apparently still bothering her. Perfect. This was exactly the kind of entertainment he had been looking for, since he had moved in to the hotel.

But he stayed quiet and just let Charlie do her thing, when she motioned for him to sit still, while she took off his bandage to examine his wound.

"Your wound looks fine. I don't think you need another bandage. It's pretty much healed. Are you still in pain?"

"No. Everything's fine."

Actually, he expected her to wish him a good evening and leave him alone, after she had disposed of the old bandage in the bin. But she sat back down at his side, while he was buttoning up his shirt again.

"Is something still on your mind, my dear?" he asked as calmly as ever. Deep down he already knew the answer to his own question.

"I don't think I need to answer that question."

His grin turned slightly malicious, when she gritted her teeth and he could see very clearly in her eyes that she was still slightly pissed.

"If this is about what happened this afternoon, I can only tell you one thing, Charlie: your father and I just had a little argument. Nothing big."

"Just a little argument? Alastor, you two were just about to tear half the hotel apart!"

"But nothing like that happened."

"But it will happen one day if you two don't get your act together!" she growled and Alastor was amazed at the courage the young princess showed towards him. Few had ever dared to talk to him like that and those who had dared...well, his radio broadcast had gained a few new voices on days like this...

"Then you should tell your father to stop provoking me."

"Maybe you should stop being provoked!"

"How could I stop when the end result is always so entertaining?"

A growl cut through the air.

"You're both like two little kids who only cause trouble when they bump into each other, you know that?!"

And apparently she had struck a nerve, because the lights in the room flickered briefly and the sound of radio static could be heard. Alastor's eyes went black and the typical radio dials, that he always showed when he got angry, appeared in his pupils. His antlers also began to grow, as he stood up and build himself up in front of Charlie, but the young princess didn't back away an inch from him, just looked at him with narrowed eyes and her arms crossed in front of her chest.

"Who's a little kid here, my dear?" the taller Demon growled darkly, as he continued to stare Charlie down, trying to intimidate her. But he didn't succeed, because Charlie now also stood up from the bed, build herself up in front of him as good as she could and looked him firmly in the eyes.

"You! At least you're acting like one right now!"

"Oh really? Am I?"

"Yes!"

"And since when is the Princess of Hell scared of a kid?"

"I'm not scared of you!"

"No? Aren't you? Then why are you backing away from me, my dear?"

Only now did Charlie realize that her body had begun to tremble and that she was actually backing away from him, as he slowly followed her movements. Soon she felt the edge of the bed behind her knees and seconds later, she was lying in his sheets, Alastor towering over her and yes, the sight sent shiver after shiver down her spine. Even though she knew that he would never dare to hurt her, especially not while her father was in the hotel, she couldn't help but shiver when she looked into his eyes. And at that moment, she could well imagine the fear all his victims must have felt, if that was the last thing they had seen before their gruesome deaths...

"Al, don't do anything you'll regret later..." she tried to talk herself out of the situation and she raised her hands placatingly, as he leaned over her and raised his hands as well, presenting his claws to her. The sight was enough to make her stomach flutter nervously, almost forcing her lips into a grin, which she barely managed to suppress. She already suspected what he was about to do to her and she tried to protect herself from the impending attack. Even though she secretly knew that she had no real chance against him in a fight; no matter what kind of fight it would be.

"The only one here, who has done something she now regrets, is you, my dear. Have you forgotten my warning about what happens when you mess with the Radio Demon? That's what happens!"

During his last words, his hands shot forward and he shoved them under Charlie's arms, when he got onto the bed himself. The young woman had no chance to resist, let alone protect herself from his sudden attack. As she pressed her arms tightly against her body, she only trapped Alastor's hands underneath and it was only a few seconds, before her surprised shriek turned into loud and cheerful laughter, as he started tickling her.

"If you call me a little kid, then I'll act like one, if that's what you want me to do."

His teasing words didn't make it any better, only worse and soon Charlie was rolling from side to side, laughing and squealing with pure mirth, trying to kick at him, to push his hands from her body, but she could do neither, could only lie there and laugh, laugh, laugh. And Alastor also joined in her laughter, albeit with a slightly more sadistic undertone in his voice.

"Do you remember the little warning I gave you a few weeks ago? My radio tower is right next door, you know? The two of us can go on the air now, Charlie~. I am sure this is going to be a very entertaining broadcast for my listeners. And for me too, of course."

His teasing words made her laugh even louder and her efforts to free herself from his ticklish grip redoubled, which he noted with great amusement.

"You're so easily flustered, my dear. You tell me I'm easily provoked and look what's happened to you now: you're lying here under me, laughing your head off and all because of a few words of mine and some wiggling claws. Isn’t that just adorable~?”"

The amusement was clear in his voice and when Charlie managed to open one of her eyes and look at him, she was relieved to see that he looked the same as always. His eyes were back to normal, his antlers had shrunk and his grin reflected the amusement she had just heard in his voice. And that showed her that he wasn't really angry with her, that he was just messing around with her and that he was enjoying the whole thing and had fun. She also had fun messing around with him like this, but it wasn't going according to plan. He was supposed to be lying here, laughing and not her. She just had to hang in there and wait for him to let his guard down, so she could fight back.

"Al, pleahahahase! Stohohohohop it! Not there!!" she squealed, as his claws carefully attacked her belly. Laughing, she grabbed his wrists and tried to push them away from the attacked area, but she just couldn't do it.

"Oho, what's that? Did I find your weak spot there~?"

She didn't answer, but the blush on her cheeks told him all he needed to know and his grin grew so wide it nearly split his face in half.

"If you apologize to me for calling me a kid, then I would be quite inclined to stop."

"Y-you should apologize to me!" Charlie squeezed out between fits of laughter, as she continued to try and fend off his hands.

"And for what exactly?"

"You know whahahahat!"

The tickle attack stopped and Charlie let her body fall back into the bed sheets, still giggling, and wiping a tear from the corner of her eye.

Alastor's hands were still lying on her belly and here and there he curled his fingers briefly to keep her in a fit of giggles, letting her know it wasn't over yet.

"You want an apology from me?" he asked with great mischief in his voice.

She looked at him with a silly grin and nodded her head. A strong shiver ran through her entire body when she saw that ominous glint in his eyes, which he gave her in response and his claws slowly pulled her shirt off her belly.

"Fine. Here's your apology..."

His head rushed downwards and a loud, mirthful scream erupted from Charlie's throat, followed shortly after by equally loud laughter, as Alastor pressed his mouth against her belly and blew a big raspberry into her skin; just like his beloved mother had done to him when he had been a kid.

But the resulting loud laughter from Charlie got interrupted a few seconds later by a yelp from Alastor, as the young princess tried to fight back.

"Ow, Charlie! Stop that! That hurts!" he growled into her stomach, as the young princess pulled at his ear, while laughing her heart out and it was just the distraction Charlie had been waiting for to turn the tables on him.

She wriggled out of his grasp and immediately went for a counterattack, when she let go of his ear and when she saw how Alastor let his guard down for a second, as he sat up and rubbed his ear, grumbling.

As her fingers pressed into his ribs, it was now his loud shriek that echoed throughout the room and Charlie was really glad that his room was so far away from the hotel lobby and that no one else was aware of what was happening here.

She attacked him in one of his most sensitive areas and managed to push him into his pillow. Laughing, he rolled onto his side, pulled his legs close to his body and grabbed her hands, trying to push them away, as she attacked his sides and belly with wiggling fingers. At least he only gave the appearance of trying. In reality, he could have freed himself with ease, but who said that he wanted to?

One look at his wagging tail was all Charlie needed to know and that Alastor was having as much fun with this silly situation as she was. It was rare to see him like this, to see him with a genuine smile on his face and she knew that she was probably the only person in all of hell so far that he allowed to see him like this and to do something like this at all. It was nice to see how much he had started to trust her and that he let go every now and then…

The sound of radio static snapped her out of her thoughts and she grinned, as he slowly rolled onto his stomach and quickly hid his face in his pillow. He still seemed to feel embarrassed that she could see him like this. Something, that would probably never change. But she was fine with it. Just to hear him laughing like this and to know that she had the feared and usually terrifying Radio Demon at her mercy was enough reward for her.

"Look at you, Al. Where'd that big bad Radio Demon go all of a sudden, hm? I can't see him right now~," she teased, straddling his back and shoving her hands under his shirt, attacking his slightly protruding ribs with her thumbs and rubbing slow circles on the bones, which made his whole body jump. She could hear him drumming his legs against the mattress and the sound of microphone feedback briefly filled the air.

"And to come back to your offer from earlier: Of course we can go to your radio tower, because I'm sure your listeners would be very interested to know that the terrifying Radio Demon can be brought to his knees with a little tickling. Voxtech would certainly make a special broadcast about it too..."

Once again, the sound of microphone feedback mingled with his laughter and his entire body tensed, his antlers grew a little bit for a second or two and he actually managed to growl briefly into his pillow, as Charlie uttered these words.

"Apparently I struck a nerve there, huh? Like this one~."

Her fingers moved from his ribs to his armpits and as she curled her fingers, he bucked under her like a wild horse and his claws were about to tear his pillow apart.

“Heh, bad spot, Al? How adorable~.”

"Y-you're messing with the wrong Demon, Chahahaharlie!" he pressed out, but his continued fit of laughter took any venom from his words. Still, he could feel his cheeks catching fire at her teasing words.

"And you're messing with the Princess of Hell, don’t forget that!" she growled playfully, her fingers pressing a little deeper into his armpits. The barking sound of a deer came out of his mouth, followed by a loud snort, which he would deny later and Charlie thought she would explode with laughter herself at this. Especially when he pressed his now bright red face as deep as he could into his pillow to muffle any other embarrassing sounds that might come out of his mouth.

“The fuck was that, Al?” she asked, highly amused. Muffled laughter was the only answer she got to her question, as she went from tickling under his arms, to gently kneading his ribcage. He pressed his arms even tighter against his body, as he started squirming like a worm on a hook underneath her nimble fingers.

A glance backwards showed her, however, that he was still enjoying this silly game, because his tail was still lively wagging.

Good, then she could keep going…

"Last time I showed you mercy, because you were hurt, but now your wounds have healed and now there's no mercy from me. You keep messing with my Dad all day long and then you mess with me and you think there are no consequences? Radio Demon or not, but I will get an apology from you and you will promise me that you will get your act together when it comes to messing with my Dad, do we understand each other, Alastor?"

Her words still had a playful undertone, but Alastor realized that she was serious and that she was still upset about what had happened this afternoon. But his pride simply wouldn’t allow him to give in to such a childish game. But slowly he realized that his body was working against him. He could have simply merged with the shadows, but then he would only show Charlie that he was too weak to endure such a silly game. No, he just had to lie there and endure it, then Charlie would get bored and she would surely stop...

"AHHHH! CHAHAHAHARLIE!!! NOT THEHEHEHERE!"

The loud scream, that came out of his throat, shocked not only Charlie, but Alastor himself. The tickle attack stopped for a moment, but he didn't stop giggling into his pillow, as one of Charlie's hands was still placed on his ear.

"Now don't tell me that the weak spot of the terrifying Radio Demon is his ears?"

He didn't answer her, just clutched the pillow with both arms and couldn't stop giggling and that was all Charlie needed to know.

"No way!" she remarked with a grin and she slowly shoved her fingertips under the soft fur of his ears and gently scratched the sensitive skin underneath with her fingernails.

Immediately the attacked ear flicked, his whole body jumped and the sound of radio static immediately swelled in the air again, before all the gates opened for a fit of laughter of epic proportions.

The princess was now having serious trouble staying seated on his back, as he squirmed wildly underneath her, trying to escape her fingers, as she also added her second hand to the game, now tickling both ears simultaneously.

“Chahahaharlie nohohohoho! D-don’t do thahahahahat! Stohohohop thihihis right nohohow!” he demanded through his loud laughter, but his plea fell on deaf ears.

She joined in his loud laughter, as this situation was just too funny. The big, bad Radio Demon was lying beneath her and was no longer as terrifying as everyone always said. Instead, he looked like a little child, convulsing with laughter beneath her and his radio filter disappeared from his voice, revealing his real voice and the sweet sounds of his genuine laughter soon filled the entire room. His hands came out from under the pillow and reached for hers and Charlie realized that he was now really trying to push her away. Apparently the little Wendigo couldn't stand having his cute ears tickled. A thought that made Charlie grin broadly and she tried everything to keep her hands where they were.

"Stohohohop it! Chahahahaharlie, PLEAHAHAHASE!!"

Wow, who could claim to be able to make a big bad and terrifying Overlord beg for mercy?

Charlie couldn’t help but being proud of herself now.

"You know what you have to do to make me stop," she said teasingly and she didn't relent, continuing to tickle him mercilessly.

"O-okay, okahahahay! Fine! I give up! I-I'm sohohohohorry!"

"Sorry for what?"

"Th-thahahahat I keep messing with your dahahad! I'll stop it, I prohohohomise!"

Charlie knew that this was a clear lie, because in the end the two of them would somehow end up fighting again anyway. Although perhaps not like today, but they would come up with something else for sure.

Maybe she should have a serious talk with her father as well after this...

"Hm, all right, but you better stick to your promise. You know what happens if you break it."

"Yes, I knohohohohow! Now stohohohop ihihihit, pleahahahase!"

"Hmm, there's still your threat, involving a trip into your radio tower. Do you remember that?"

"I-I tahahahake it bahahahack! I r-really do! Please, Chahahaharlie! Stop it! Thihihihis is t-too muhuhuhch!" he pressed out through his laughter, while one of his hand was hitting the mattress over and over again, as if he was tapping out.

She laughed in amusement and finally her fingers came to a halt, as she took pity on him and Alastor's body dropped back into the sheets, leaving him a panting and still giggling mess.

"Then we have a deal. You better stick to it, because if you don’t..."

She squeezed his sides briefly to give her words more power and immediately the body beneath her jerked sharply and a loud squeal cut the air, as his hands reached back and shoved hers away.

"I'll stick to it! Really, Charlie, I promise!"

"Good, you know what happens otherwise," she teased him, as she swung herself off his back and sat down next to him.

Still keeping his face hidden in his pillow, he giggled softly to himself, as the tingling sensation of aftershock tickles still tormented his nerves. It took him a few moments to regain his composure, even longer to get his facial color back to normal and only then did he dare to roll back onto his back.

Charlie couldn't help but giggle herself, as he wiped a few tears out of his eyes, before glaring playfully at her.

"What?" she asked as innocently as possible, which elicited a grumble from him.

"How come every time you come into my room, something like this happens?" he asked and Charlie noted that his radio filter was covering his voice again.

"Well first off, you started it and secondly, aren't you always looking for entertainment? I mean, that’s why you’ve come into my hotel in the first place, right? And as much as you were laughing, surely that was entertaining enough for you, or am I wrong?"

As hard as he was blushing again, she had hit the bullseye with her words and she couldn't help but chuckle, as he grumbled and turned to the other side, turning his back on her.

“Awww, now look who’s blushing~,” she said with a teasing grin on her lips.

He could act as cold and creepy as he wanted to, but Charlie knew better, knew that he enjoyed these playful moments as much as she did and that he needed them every now and then. Especially after everything that had happened. But she also knew that he would never admit this out loud, but there were still other signs that showed her how much fun he had and which he couldn’t prevent from happening.

Such as…

“I can still see your tail wagging, Al~,” she kept teasing him, eliciting a low growl from him and she giggled with pure mirth, as he tried to pull his shirt over his tail to hide it from her and failed hard at it.

“Now don’t be like that. There is no need to be embarrassed about that.”

No answer from him.

“Al?”

Still nothing.

"You're not mad at me, are you?" she dared to ask with a slightly unpleasant tingling in her stomach and inwardly she hoped that he wasn’t mad at her for real now. If he was, then this wouldn’t take a good end for her…

It took a few moments to get a reaction to her question and Alastor turned his head around enough to look at her out of one eye.

An uncomfortable silence spread through the room and Charlie felt a chill running down her spine, the longer he looked at her like that.

The uncomfortable feeling in her stomach grew stronger, as he rolled back onto his back and finally got up from the bed. Wordlessly, he walked over to his armchair, on which he had placed his red coat before.

Charlie watched him nervously, as he put his coat back on and then gave her his full attention.

"Mad? No, my dear. I'm not mad at you."

Almost immediately, the Princess of Hell relaxed, as these words reached her ears. But she kept her eyes on him. He elegantly adjusted his bowtie, before slowly walking towards her and again there was that nervous flutter in her stomach. She knew how unpredictable he was and even if he was protecting her and the hotel, she should never forget who he really was and how dangerous he could be.

"Al?"

The nervous flutter within her belly grew stronger the closer he got to her. There was something in his eyes that she couldn't quite interpret. Something mischievous sparkled in them and she had to pull herself together not to back away from him again.

"Seriously, Al. What's wrong with you all of a sudden?" she asked him, trying to keep her cool, when he came to a stop right in front of her.

Wordlessly, he slightly bent down to her. One hand on his back, he stretched out the other towards her and the mischievous twinkle in his eyes grew stronger.

"Everything’s fine, my dear. I just want to thank you for taking such good care of me over the last few weeks. Would you be so kind as to lend me your hand for a moment?"

Charlie raised an eyebrow at that, not knowing what this mischievous Wendigo was up to and only slowly, almost shyly, did she hold out her left hand to him, which he took gently in his own.

The young princess could hardly believe what happened next, because when she offered him her hand and he accepted it, he brought it slowly to his mouth and pressed a gentle kiss on the back of her hand, never breaking eye contact while doing so.

Within seconds, Charlie felt like her face was on fire, as she turned bright red.

And it didn't get any better when she saw that broad grin appear on his face again. He was still standing in front of her with his hand in hers and a soft, mischievous laugh escaped his throat, when he saw the deep blush on her face his hand kiss had provoked.

“Look who is blushing now~,” he said teasingly, using her own words against her, which she had used against him earlier.

“Lovely…”

All she could do was covering her face with her hands, as he let go of her and try to block out the highly amused laughter coming from him.

Oh yes, life in the hotel was never boring with Alastor around, that’s for sure...

~Fin~

As promised I got some "fun facts" for you here:

In 2021 I was able to pet an adult male red deer in an animal park. He didn't have any antlers, because his body didn't produce that much testosterone. He was also alone in his enclosure, because the other deers would have bullied him. Since humans had raised him, he was (or rather is) a very friendly stag and he also loves to cuddle with humans. He is always looking for a human that would give him back scratches and on this day, he chosed me.

And I can confirm, that deers can be pretty ticklish, for he really didn't like it when my hands went to the sides of his belly.And the ears...ohhhh, the ears were a total no-go area XD. I tried touching them (because why not?), but they flicked away and when he gave me THE look, I knew I better stop messing with him. But there was one particular spot right behind the ears that made this powerful stag melt. Oh and the shoulder blade area was another one of these spots that made him almost melt. He loved getting gentle scratches there and sometimes it made his tiny tail wag slightly (that was absolutely adorable to watch). His name is "Karlchen" by that way :3. And I hope he is still there the next time I pay this nice park a visit. I am happy to be his personal human back-scratcher again XD

Since Al is pretty much a Deer Demon, I thought it would be amusing to share this with you XD.

I even found an old video of that day and I took two screenshots of me and my big sister, giving him all the attention he was looking for that day (my sister found THE spot behind his ear as you can see XD)

I want to heavily thank both @preshbabyblue and @dotchi13 for betaing the story. 

The quaint home looked peaceful from the outside, tended gardens brought in fresh produce and an odd layer of silver seemed to have been dusted over the crops. This home was one that the youngest Kitsune knew well, it was where she had stolen Dusk and Dawn’s egg from back when she only had one tail. It was only once you looked into the window, or opened the door, that you would see something was desperately wrong. The smell of death permeated throughout the house, the floor covered in a thick layer of grey, ashen dust. Small piles of said dust could be seen tucked into corners or under furniture- where bitties that had once been created of said dust had gone to hide themselves before facing their untimely deaths.

If wandering eyes continued to peer through the windows of the home, they could spot a line of cages shoved against walls in the bedroom. A humanoid figure enters and grabs one of the cages to take into the kitchen where they roughly drop the cage before pulling the door open. A Lumen and Nocturne were curled up in the back of the cage, the darker bitty protectively coiled around his trembling twin with his fangs bared. Perhaps this time they could get the proper response from the pair that they were looking for, and it would result in the Lumen being roughly pulled away from the Nocturnes’ protective coil. The Lumen would be the key to getting what the figure wanted, they got the strongest reaction from the Nocturnes if the twin was in danger.

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Chapter 14: Make a Promise and a Lie

Tang needs to learn not to tease and flirt with demons. Because this time it seems to backfire on him

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Soulmates with Oni Kirishima

Oni Kirishima x Fem Reader

Context: Everyone has a soulmate. You just never thought yours would be the leader of the Onis attacking your village.

Note: Reader is described as full like once by Kirishima. #ChubbyChaserKirishima. Some suggestive writing but no NSFW.

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Ever since you were a child you always believed that soulmates were a magical thing. Sharing a bond with someone so deep that it ties your souls together so that you can never really be separated. You saw it with your parents and you saw it with your friends and their partners. Everyone had one. It sometimes took people years to find there's but most of the time, the older you got, the harder it became to find them. 

You were the unfortunate friend to always have to witness your friends and siblings and everyone else find theirs. Some of their soulmates were part of your village, others would just stumble upon a passing traveler and realise that they were meant to be together. Some were even tied to mythical beings, like water dryads and mages. 

You never had one.

You knew that they were out there somewhere. Your softly glowing chest would tell you that their heart still beat with yours, but you could never find them. Sometimes you could have one but you would never meet. Some of the other women in your village would whisper and gossip saying that you were cursed or you were a bad omen for the other couples, that they would never reunite. Just normal villagers talk. You were used to it and you knew you couldn’t change their perspectives of you. 

It was one day when your friend, Mei Hatsume offered you to go with her to visit her soulmate just a days ride away. You had done all your chores for the day anyways and you wanted the break so you packed up your things, told your parents and headed off. It was a long ride, mostly filled with laughter and loud banter between you and your friend but you made it. There you found her partner and you stayed over with them. 

It was just around supper time when you went to collect water at the well in town. Your head was stuck in the clouds wondering what would be for dinner. It was then where you noticed that there was an ominous pink glow in the bucket. You realised it was a reflection of your own image. Your chest glowed a bright pink, the shadow of your heart outlined by it. 

You frantically looked around the area you were in. Your soulmate was close by. They had found you or you had found them. Which ever it was, you couldn’t wait to go and follow the glow of your beating heart. With a huge smile on your face, you picked up the water bucket and headed back to where you were staying with Hatsume and her partner. 

The sound of drums filled the air making you stop in your tracks. Drums. The drums were only ever beaten when there was an attack. When something was wrong. You waited as you turned your head towards the direction of the town gates. A bell rang frantically. A little boy, with a satchel overflowing with items, ran through the streets. You saw people peak out of their homes to see what was going on. 

“ONI ATTACK!” He shouted. “GET TO THE WOODS!” He shouted. You heard people gasp and scream as everyone scrambled to get their things.

You instantly dropped the bucket as fear coarse through your veins. 

Oni. 

They were ginormous, tough and loud creatures that left only destruction in their wake. Oni with their giant clubs, sharp teeth and pointy horns. They were said to be barbaric, boisterous and vulgar with their short revealing clothing and crude language. They were plunderers and they were a force to be reckoned with. 

“Mei.” Her name left your lips like the name of a long forgotten song. You quickly raced, leaving the bucket behind to find her. You pushed past people to try and get to where you were staying. You had to find her and get the three of you out of here. You saw light coming near the entrance of the village. Shouts and battle cries of Oni warriors flooding the gates filled the air along with smoke. You felt adrenalin flood your body as you raced over to where you were staying. “MEI!” You stopped in the open doorway of their residents. 

No one was there. It was dark and empty with everything important seemingly gone along with them. Nothing but the still bubbling pot of food hanging above the fire. They were gone. You could only hope that it was out of the village. You decided to head towards the woods as fast as possible. Your legs burning as you ran towards the treeline where everyone else seemed to be heading. You heard the shouts of people being taken by warriors. 

You tried your best to focus on just heading towards the darkness of the trees. Standing there, her pink hair barely visible in the darkness was Hatsume. Her and her partner looking around for you. Her gold clockwork like eyes locked onto you instantly. “Y/N!” She screamed your name as she reached a hand out for you to grab. “Run!” 

You tried not to retort back a sarcastic comment as best as you could as you pushed to run faster. You felt heavy vibrations coming towards you and before you knew it, you were swept off the ground. You released a scream in shock as arms wrapped around you. You wiggled your legs and pushed at the Oni that had gotten ahold of you. “Let go of me!” You shouted as you punched at his chest. 

He let out a laugh. He had silver swept hair, two horns that came out by his hairline. He had sharp teeth and black onyx eyes with light blond thick eyelashes. He looked at you as if you were adorable. “Cute.” He let out deeply. “I take you too.” He hauled you over his shoulder and walked back towards where ever he had come from. You tried to wiggle and get free but you couldn’t. He was just too strong. 

“Y/N!” Hatsume shouted with tears in her eyes as she was being pulled away from you. 

You reached an arm out to her as a futile attempt to get to her. You couldn’t find the words to say anything. You couldn’t call out to her. She needed to escape. It was best for her and you if she escaped. At least you could live with yourself knowing she was safe. 

The giant silver haired Oni carried you over to where they were keeping the other captives in the town square. Some people were able to escape but on the way you couldn’t help but notice the dead bodies that scattered the once calm village. You were hauled down onto your butt where all the others were. The villagers gave each other comfort as they bickered worried of their fate. You looked up at the Oni that had brought you. He had walked off just a bit to talk to some other oni warriors in their native tongue. You couldn’t understand a word of what they were saying but considering they went in the direction he pointed them to, he must hold some sort of power above them. 

You wondered, for Oni… they sure didn’t treat you as rough as you thought they would. Yah you saw the occasional dead body and that was never a sight someone would want to see randomly but most of the people they manage to catch were here with you. So what was going on? 

You had heard once that Oni kept slaves to make their jobs easier. You wondered if you would be used as a slave. You grimaced at the thought. You hoped not, but working for them seemed better than dying at the hands of one right now. Your chest hadn’t stopped glowing pink and had actually brightened up. You held your body closer to you, you prayed that your soulmate wasn’t among the people here with you.

One by one, people were being escorted to where a particular Oni sat. He was huge but you couldn’t get a good look at him. He must have been the chief of the hoard or the commander of the raid. You didn’t want to be presented to him. You saw that whatever he decided, it would decide your fate. He would point to the left or to the right and say some words too. Suddenly you felt big hands grab under your arms and lift you up. You grunted in protest as you tried to unhand them from your body but you literally couldn’t even weaken their grip. 

You were placed back down on your feet in front of him. You looked up to face him, like all of the other humans did. That’s when you met the most beautiful eyes you had ever seen in your life. Red rubies filled with life and vibrancy. His eyes seemed to almost light up in interest once he saw you. The Oni who seemed to run the show, as much as he was ginormous, he was mysteriously handsome. He had long thick locks of red hair that fell down his shoulders. There were two horns that came from the front of his hairline, they faded from his tanned skin to the same bright red as his hair. His bare chest exposed his muscles and the years of hard work, fighting and experience he had endured. There were tattoos on his left arm that you could probably trace for ours. Although with everything so scary about him, he had such kind eyes. A small scar ran on the right one. But what mostly caught your eye was his glowing pink chest. 

Both your chests glowed gold and then the glowing died down as if it wasn’t practically bathing the both of you in light.

He looked you up and down in intrigue. So this was you? He had to thank the gods for such a gift because you were perfect to him. From your figure to your skin to your face. He wondered how pretty you would look beside him. How amazing you would be pampered by him. He sat up straight and leaned forward. His hand cupping your chin to keep you looking up at him. You froze at his touch. His hands were a bit rough and calloused but they were warm to you. “Hm.” He hummed. “How small.” He let out. His intense red eyes ran your figure, unable to truly look away. “How full.” His eyes flickered up to your eyes for a moment. You couldn’t help your face becoming hot at that statement. It felt like he could see, feel and know everything about you with one look. You opened your mouth to say something but he then grabbed at your body. You were forcefully pulled to sit on his lap. This action caused you and the other captives to suck in a breath in fear. You felt so small against him, as you felt surrounded by him. He was really warm, like your own personal big blanket. Somehow you didn’t feel out of place there in his lap. “Name?” He asked, peering down at you. His hands caressed your arms and shoulders, gently massaging them to get you to ease up. 

You wanted to protest, to push him away and recollect yourself, but his touch felt so good to you. It felt like he knew every knot and sore muscle in your body and just how to hit it right. Your shoulders relaxed. “Y/N L/N.” You answered him, your voice was surprisingly collected for someone who felt anything but that. 

“Y/N…” He said your name on his lips. His deep and warm voice was like molten chocolate to your ears. Like fine sweet rum that burns just right after a long day. He smiled, showing off his sharp teeth. “I like it.” He nods his head satisfied with your answer. He placed his big hand over his heart. He nodded his head to you. “Eijiro Kirishima.” 

Eijiro Kirishima.

The name of your soulmate. 

Kirishima turned to the man that had initially caught you. They spoke in a language you did not know but you had heard the silver man use. You then noticed how similar they looked. You wondered if they were related or not. It would make sense, especially knowing that the silver haired one had a level of power but not as much as Kirishima. Kiri looked back down at you. “Small.” He commented. 

This made the other Oni warriors around him laugh. The air between them was relaxed like friends who knew each other for years. Your cheeks burned in embarrassment. You didn’t like how they seemed so amused by your height. You were not small, not in the slightest. You were of average height for a human woman but yet, here you were being poked fun at by Oni. You folded your arms and frowned. “I’m tall for my species.” You defended yourself. You pointed to yourself. “Tall.” 

Kiri and the other Oni laughed at your words. They found you amusing and adorable. Kiri tapped your nose with his finger. You frowned. Without thinking you attempted to playfully bite his finger but he was too fast for you to do so. This caused him to release a huge burst of laughter from him. You couldn’t help but stare at his laugh. It was full and rich and filled with joy and amusement that you caused. “Feisty.” He leaned down closer to your face making you lean a slight bit back. He seemed to be assessing you. He scoffed. “I like you.” He nodded his head. Before you could even object or say anything, he stood up with you in his arms. He carried you bridal style so that your body was easily supported in his arms. “Tetsu.” He said to the silver haired man who turned to look at him. He spoke to him once again in the tongue you had no clue of understanding. The both of them nodded before Kirishima turned around and walked away from where everyone else was. He walked through the streets of the village tall like he owned everything. The both of you passed other Oni that bowed their heads to him. 

“Uh… Kirishima…” You started. He stopped walking and looked down at you. He smiled brightly at the fact that you had said his name for the first time. “Where are you headed to?” He didn’t answer you as he tilted his head to the side in confusion. He looked like a lost puppy. You thought a bit more of how you could ask him. “Where… place… you take me?” You asked as you pointed to yourself.

“Horse.” He answered simply as he kept on walking. You both exited the village gates. You raised an eyebrow. It seemed travelling by oni was way faster than travelling on foot. 

You nodded your head at his answer. “Okay… but where horse take us?” 

He surveyed the area as the both of you walked, as if monitoring your surroundings for anything to come up and snatch you away from him. “Home.” 

Right. Your soulmate was taking you home. Something told you that it wasn’t where you thought home was. 

-Glitch1d

{Kirishima Masterlist}

Hey yall this is a finished fic on AO3 with three more chapters (4 in total then) of Kirishima x reader and then an optional 2 additional chapters with Kitsune Bakugou added to the mix.

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