Hello my little minnows! Sorry this took so long, I just wanted to make sure it was perfect! I hope you enjoy!
A Special Visit.
A few days after the events of Vox’s defeat Emily comes to visit the Hotel, Alastor and her get some time to get to know each other.
Lee! Alastor
Ler! Emily
Not written as ship but can be interpreted however you like I guess.
It has been a looooong morning for Alastor so far.
First, he is awoken by a loud crash from somewhere in the hotel, most likely from that insufferable Baxter and his so-called ‘experiments.’ Then he realizes a few of his shadows had gotten into some mischief in his room while he slept, most likely from tossing and turning during his endless nightmares… then Niffty interrupts his peaceful morning in the kitchen with some ridiculous ideas for the hotel, Vaggie gets on his ass about not helping out… again… and it’s not even 9 a.m…
With a mug in hand, he strolls down the hall like he does each morning, hoping to escape the princess and her girlfriend’s nagging. He carefully calculated his routine to be able to AVOID such annoyances in the early morning. With a light sigh of relief, he strolls into the lounge, stepping towards the large windows. At the very least, he can appreciate the quiet for now… that is until… Suddenly, Charlie’s voice cheered as she burst into the lounge.
“And this is the Lounge- Oh! Hi, Al!” The Princess sang happily before noticing the Overlord.
“Hiiii!” With a burst of magical glitter, Emily pops into the lounge, right behind Charlie.
Though Alastor would never admit it… the sudden and loud greeting from the Seraphim startled him slightly, making the Radio Demon jump in surprise, the liquid in his mug sloshing a little.
“Sorry Al, I know you like to be alone in the mornings, but Emily came for a visit! She really wanted an official tour of the hotel!” Charlie beamed.
“Hey! I remember you, you’re the one that I saved from the shark!” Emily smiled excitedly as she floated over to him. Alastor grumbles under his breath in slight annoyance at her choice of wording, saved pfft, more like dragged around.
“I see. How… lovely.” Alastor responded, his tone a bit sharper than usual, his ear twitching slightly in annoyance as he firmly places his mug down.
“The hotel is just beautiful! It would be such a great place to play hide and seek!” Emily squealed happily, flying around the large room, making Charlie giggle.
“Oh! That’s a great idea, Emily! Maybe that can be our next bonding exercise! What do you think, Alastor?”
Alastor’s ear twitched in annoyance as he finally turned to fully face the Princess.
“Sounds a bit childish, don’t you think, my dear?” Alastor retorted flatly.
“Oh come on! It would be fun!”
“… I suppose that is quite in character for you, is it not? Always running off to play children’s games while the rest of us fight tooth and nail for every scrap.” Alastor jabs, his grin growing less tense as he senses the slight power shift…
Emily falters at that, clearly hurt by his words… as she slowly descended back down to the ground.
“Alastor! Be nice to her, she’s still getting used to the way we do things around here!” Charlie scolds as she sees Emily’s wings droop.
“N-No! It’s okay… I um… h-he’s right… I guess I have had it pretty easy compared to you all…” Emily reassures, trying to put on her usually happy smile, but it is clear how forced it is.
“Don’t mind him… he’s just being… well… Alastor.” Charlie tries to reassure Emily, placing a friendly hand on her shoulder. Emily is about to respond when there is a noise coming from Charlie’s phone.
“Hm?” Charlie hums and pulls out her phone to look at the screen, her expression sours.
“Oh- I uh… I gotta take this. I’ll be back! Al be nice and keep her company until I’m back!” Charlie instructs before accepting the call and jogging out of the lounge.
Alastor grumbles but does not object, not like he really could anyway… So he simply remains standing there watching the Seraphim with an intimidating gleam in his eyes. Emily looks around the lounge in awe and contained excitement. Surprisingly, she seemed to have already recovered from his little jab from earlier… interesting. Alastor watches her closely, his eyes never leaving her form as she flutters around the room curiously.
There are a few minutes of silence before Emily speaks up.
“So uh… Alastor… right?” Emily asks the demon as she floats down next to him. The Overlord simply nods, before turning back to continue gazing out the window. Part of him hopes if he just stays silent she will leave him be.
Emily can’t help but be intrigued by Alastor’s behaviour… if she wasn’t mistaken he was the demon she saved from the giant Shark thing… maybe he didn’t remember? Why hasn’t he said anything to her? Maybe he’s shy? Or maybe he’s still recovering from… oh! That’s right!
Alastor was deep in thought, trying not to pay the Seraphim next to him too much mind, but was interrupted by a sudden pair of small hands latching onto his arm…
He glances down in the direction of his previously injured limb, fully expecting to find Niffty dangling off his sleeve or something of the sort, trying to get his attention, but no… to his surprise and distaste it was Emily.
“H-How’s your arm doing? It was pretty hurt last time I saw you.” The Seraphim asks cautiously yet eagerly. He quirks a brow, was she actually concerned? How naïve.
His smile tightening in irritation as he sees her gently pull his previously injured arm out from behind his back and closer to her face to inspect it. He hides his surprise expertly behind his usual grin, the sudden touch irritating him, and he just barely stops himself from snapping at the Angel.
“Does it still hurt? Is it okay? Is it healing correctly? Is it-“ Emily rambles with worry and concern as she inspects his arm. If this were anyone else, Alastor would have ripped them to shreds… snapped at them for daring to touch him, let alone in such a demeaning manner… fussing over him like an injured child… but this was a Seraphim. And as much as he would hate to admit… he learned the hard way that Angels and such are far more powerful than he was… His ears drooped back in annoyance as he watches Emily, still not saying a word as she observes his arm closely. And to be honest, it is not that he found Emily particularly distasteful… and unlike Angel Dust or other sinners he could safely assume her hands were clean and well kept, but still, he is very unfamiliar with her, so it was still unnerving.
“Hm… it seems to be doing better at least…” Emily ponders, bending his wrist and elbow a bit to test its mobility… a small hint of unease in her tone as she sees the slightly irritated expression peaking through Alastor’s smile.
“Quite right. Nothing but a scratch.” Alastor agrees flatly, his eyes once again returning to the window.
“A-Are you sure?… It was pretty nasty…” She asks as she rolls up his sleeve to look at the marred skin underneath. This makes Alastor stiffen.
He adjusts his tone before speaking. “I have had far worse, my-“ His words are interrupted however as his breath hitched involuntarily as he feels Emily lightly trail her fingers up his inner forearm, where a long fresh scar runs up his flesh. Alastor’s arm reflexively tugs against her grip a bit from the sensation. A small swell of radio static surrounds the area around them, to cover his slight reaction to the light touch. Emily’s eyes widen as her head shoots up to look at the Radio Demon. Her expression showing deeper concern and guilt.
“Oh no! Are you okay?! I didn’t hurt you, did I?!” Emily panics, moving her hands to his own, gently holding it in hers. Alastor’s eye twitches ever so slightly before responding. “Not to worry, my dear. Simply a chill.” Alastor responds, his voice strained as he subtly tugs at his arm once again, but she doesn’t let go, inspecting his expression closely.
“Are you sure?” She cuts in, leaning a bit closer, her face resembling a worried but caring mother.
“Yes.”
“Suuuper sure?”
“Indeed, I am.” Alastor denies insistently, leaning back ever so slightly, trying to maintain some semblance of space between himself and the Seraphim. “Then… why’d you shiver? Are you cold?” Emily questions in that agonizingly motherly tone.
Another eye twitch.
“I am not cold, wherever did you get such an idea?” Alastor huffs, contradicting his earlier excuse, realizing this he takes his eyes off the Angel for just a moment as he catches a slight movement out the window… which was his second mistake. Emily tilts her head curiously… she doesn’t know demons or their behaviour well at all, especially Alastor…but from what she has seen of the Overlord… he is always composed… even when he was bleeding out… aside from a furrow of his brow that is… and yet here he was, clearly a bit flustered or at least a bit on edge…
She glances back down at Alastor’s arm that still rests in her hands… the lighter flesh of scarring prominent against his darker-toned skin… Without thinking, she very tenderly lets her nails glide up his inner forearm again, along the scar tissue starting at the wrist and ending at the elbow, tracing the unique and abstract patterns and divots as she goes.
Alastor’s reaction is immediate, the Overlord’s stature instantly stiffens and a high-pitched almost elk-like screech fills the room. His arm flinches back, tucking close to his chest. This causes both Emily and Alastor’s eyes to widen, shocked and intrigued by the quite… well… human-like reaction that just came from the Radio Demon…
“D-did that hurt?” Emily asks, quirking a curious brow at him.
“Of course not. I am perfectly fine.” Alastor responds sharply, reaching his other hand up to pull his sleeve back over his forearm, but not before taking a moment to gingerly rub away the remaining tingles on his flesh.
There is a somewhat tense pause between the two once again as Emily contemplates for a moment…
“Wait a second… Are you ticklish?” Emily asks as she steps even closer. Alastor’s smile tightens… h-how- how did she catch on so fast!?- his ears droop slightly as a very faint flush appears on his cheeks.
“Excuse me?-“ He turns to look back at the Angel, a shocked expression in his eyes.
“Are you ticklish? Wait- Can demons even be ticklish?” Emily questions in genuine curiosity.
“Don’t be absurd, I am the Radio Demon, I do not get… ‘ticklish” He insists, adjusting his posture back to his usual charismatic and confident stance, but that doesn’t stop Emily from noticing how he takes a slight step to the side. Alastor’s grip on his staff tightens once more, so tight the red on his knuckles turned to a lighter pink tone. Seeing Alastor’s growing agitation, Emily steps a bit closer trying to offer reassurance.
“Uh… Hey… It’s nothing to be embarrassed about it’s-“ Alastor cuts her off with a scoff.
“Embarrassed? Perish the thought, my dear. I simply do not understand your… insistence on the subject.” Alastor says in mock politeness as his eyes narrow slightly.
“Oh come on! It’s just a question.” Emily smiles innocently, quickly earning a light warning glare from the Radio Demon.
“It’s utterly ridiculous, and quite childish, if I might add.” Alastor continues, making Emily huff slightly.
“You’re no fun.” Emily pouts, crossing her arms like a disappointed child. This gets a slight genuine smirk out of Alastor. Something about her innocent yet cheeky personality entertained him a bit.
“Ha! I saw that!” Emily beams pointing at him enthusiastically, startling the demon slightly.
“Ahem, saw what?” He questions as he adjusts his expression.
“You smiled!”
“I am always smiling.” The Overlord points out flatly.
“OK yeah… B-But it reached your eyes! I saw it!” Emily smiled proudly, crossing her arms again playfully.
“I see, well a momentary falter of judgement perhaps, do not expect it again.” He states before returning his focus to the world outside the window. With that, the two stand in silence for a few moments again, Alastor seemingly unaware of Emily’s next move…
Alastor just starts to return to his thoughts… before Emily suddenly pokes his side curiously. Alastor’s hair bristles like it’s been rubbed by a balloon. Damn it… His toothy grin wobbled as he slowly turns his head to look at the Seraphim.
“My dear…” Alastor warns. “I would suggest you refrain from—“
“Hehe! Why?~” The Seraphim giggles, leaning in even closer, and with otherworldly speed and accuracy, pinches the small spot just beneath his ribs. Much to the Radio Demon’s dismay, his body responds before he can manage to mask the reaction. His torso jerks away ever so slightly, his smile twitching to something more genuine for just a moment. With a sigh, he speaks.
“It would appear personal space is not a concept you Angels are familiar with— .” He begins, trying to remain as unaffected as possible but flinches back when he feels her fingers poke the area a second time. His back hunches forwards slightly as his arm darts down to shield the area, his crackling magic easily showing his growing agitation as the air fills with that familiar but unnerving sound of radio static, something that surprisingly doesn’t seem to intimidate the Seraphim one bit.
For as long as he can remember, dating back to even his childhood, his sides were one of the areas that were incredibly sensitive, abnormally so. Why, it was a fact his mother knew quite well. Though the memories are faint, he can recall moments growing up when his mother would soothingly rake her nails down his back while she tucked him into bed as she sang to him, often sneaking a few playful squeezes to his little sides in between. Always resulting in quite a squirmy and giggly reaction from the young lad. Looking back, it was a silly but fond memory he had. Though he’d never admit to such a thing. And to be fair, very few knew of a weakness such as this when it came to him. The only souls that dared touch him in such a way were Rosie and now Emily… any others? Well… he’d made sure they were… taken care of.
Though that fact was doing little to help him at the moment… a wave of curses ran through his mind, gritting his teeth so tight his jaw began to tremble. The Overlord shuddered as he felt the small Angel poke at his torso; whenever he moved to regain his composure, she would find a new spot to poke.
“I swear to all that is holy if you do not cease this- IhI- I will-” A small breathy chuckle escapes Alastor’s lips, interrupting his threat, which he instantly regrets.
“Eeeeee! You laughed! Oh my gosh, you are ticklish! This is soooo cute!” Emily squeaks as she continues playfully poking and pinching anywhere on the Radio Demon she can reach. Alastor growls in annoyance as he attempts to halfheartedly swat her hand back.
“M-My dear!-“
“Awww! You are so ticklish! All it takes to get you to squirm is a few little pokes to your sides?” Emily taunts playfully, growing more bold as she begins wiggling his fingers towards Alastor’s ribs. Alastor’s shoulder tenses and trembles in repressed giggles.
“I- I am nothing of the sort! Cease this at once! And I did not laugh- it was merely a chuckle at the complete absurdity of your behaviour!” The Radio Demon tried to deny as he dodged her lightning-fast hands, stumbling back slightly until he flipped up and over the edge of the couch, falling down onto his back on the cushions below, putting a much-welcomed but temporary pause on this little game. Emily giggled excitedly at the silly display.
“Ugh… gracious to the heavens above…” Alastor groaned as he regained his focus, pulling his legs down from the back of the couch as Emily continued to giggle, leaning over the back of the couch, a big childish grin on her face.
“Hehe! I had no idea demons were ticklish too!” She smiled down at him as the Overlord let out a breath of relief as he pushed himself up into a seated position on the couch. He cleared his throat, smoothing out his coat trying to seem unaffected, though his breath was still slightly laboured, which was giving him away, thank goodness no one else was around at the moment…
“Yes, well. I strongly recommend you attempt such tomfoolery with another demon, my dear. I am above such childish antics.” He stated as calmly as his flustered state would allow. Emily only snickered into her hand, finding Alastor’s attempt at nonchalance amusing, and honestly a bit adorable.
“Something amusing, dear?” Alastor asked, a slight warning and/ or challenge in his tone. Something that unfortunately for him, went right over the Seraphim’s head.
“It’s just funny… I always thought demons were horrible people… ones that had little to no connection to their human souls anymore…”
“And who is to say that I am not?” Alastor challenged.
“W-Well… Charlie seems to trust you, that’s gotta mean something!” She smiled fluttering up and over the couch, plopping down next to him.
“Correction, I would say she more so… tolerates me.” Alastor corrected, his tone almost half-joking, something Emily caught onto incredibly fast and beamed.
“Don’t say that! You seem like a lovely soul!” Emily gasps playfully. Alastor clears his throat, something about how genuinely the Angel insisted, touches a nerve. “Oh, such a naive soul, I have much more important things to be doing than partaking in such childish banter.” Alastor reminds him, his sophisticated and gentlemanly persona returning.
“Is that so, mister?” Emily chuckles, poking his side again, making Alastor groan.
“Aw, come on! Where’d that adorable little giggle go?” She teases, suddenly squeezing the lower sides to kick it up a notch, causing the grinning Overlord to gasp before biting his lip.
“Ugh- I do not giggle. What the blazes?! D-Do not start this again!” Alastor protests, unable to contain the snicker in his voice anymore, turning his back to the Angel, in an attempt to obstruct her reach.
“Oh, I’m starting it again!” Emily snickered, managing to lightly flutter her nails at the sides of his belly. His ears twitch and jerk, his body obviously trying to find a way to squirm without hurting Emily.
The Seraphim giggles, kneading her soft, dainty fingers into the taller demon’s belly, enjoying the involuntary shiver that runs down Alastor’s spine.
Alastor is unable to hide the small shriek that escapes through his clenched teeth as he leans away from her, which only gives her better access to his torso. He’s not very good at this… that or he has very little experience with his body betraying him in such a way. In reality, Alastor should easily be able to throw her off of him, as she wasn’t using any magic to keep him pinned… and in any other situation, he would not hesitate to do just that… but with Charlie and Lucifer nearby, he knew if he injured her, or even upset her, he would be in for a world of hurt… the next best thing would be to…
Come on… teleport… teleport! Blasted magic! Why does it have to falter when he is distracted!
“Hmm… you really should eat more, you know. I can practically feel every bone.” She comments, massaging her fingers into his ribs as if to make a point.
“Augheheh! Why Y-Yohou- Yohohohou lihihittle!”Alastor growls before he can protest further he feels the Emily playfully grab his hand eagerly pulling him down, his head landing gently on her lap, his legs kicking up onto the couch as he tries to sit up, but with even just a single hand on his chest, she is somehow able to keep him in place, shit she is strong when she wants to be!
“L-Let me up! I- I dehemand it!” A small involuntary snicker escaped his clenched jaw from the anticipation of what his body knows is to come.
“Hmmm…” Emily ponders for a moment, tapping her chin theatrically. “Nah, I think you got a few more cute little giggles in there!” Emily coos before going right back to work, her fingers poking and squeezing all around his sides and ribs.
“Grrrrrahaha! IhIhI wihihill get yohou for thihis!” Alastor growled as Emily’s fingers on her free hand spidered up towards his neck, his legs began to kick at unbearably ticklish sensation.
“A-Agh! My dear!- That is q-quihite enough I- Gyaaahaaahhaahaha!” Alastor giggled. yes giggled, tossing and turning his head in her lap, trying to shield his neck from the unbearably light ticklish sensation.
“Hm? Is it though? You seem to be having fun though, look at you laughing!” Emily teased bringing her hands back down to his sides. Unexpectedly, Alastor shrieked, his arms slamming down against his sides, “trapping” Emily’s hands against his ribs.
“Alastor… you’ve trapped my hands.” She smirked not fully stopping her tickle attack on his ribs. Just ever so slightly wriggling them to keep the Overlord on edge.
“Y-Yohou and I… bohoth know that… is not true!” The Radio Demon said through his soft giggles as he tried to glare back up at her.
“Well… if you’re not going to let my hands free then I guess they’ll just have to stay here forever~” Emily teased and started pinching and squeezing the ribs under his arms again. Alastor shrieked once again as Emily began playfully massaging little circles into his ribs. Alastor whined, biting his lip so hard it might bleed, arching his spine before he broke and high pitched laughter escaped his lips.
“Gyahaha! Noho! M-My dehehear!! I-I cahahn’t- ahahaha!!” The demon shrieked kicking and squirming.
“Ah-ha! Did I hit your sweet spot?!”
“F-Fuhuhuck! AHAHA!!” Alastor laughed desperatly pushing at her hands while also trying to protect his sides.
“Hm, not the best spot for it huh? I can get at is so easily!” Emily teased with a chuckle, the teasing making it all much worse for the poor demon as his face grew even redder from mirth and embarrassment.
“GYAAA! E-Ehehehemily! I-I-I swehear to you!-“ Alastor gasped as she squeezed the soft flesh just above his hips.
“Thats my name! Good job!”Emily snickered before Alastor let out a snort as she flutters her fingers along his naval.
“Dihid you just snohort?!”Emily laughed.
“I-I I DIHID NOHOHOT!!” Alastor denied right before another snort came from him, Emily laughed heartily before moving back to his belly so she didn’t drive him insane.
“Emily?! Al?! I heard a scream!! Are you guys alright-“ Charlie suddenly came running into the room. But her concern is quickly replace by confusion as she sees a pair of legs in black pants and familiar hoof like shoes kicking about from behind the couch…
“Gyahahahaha! Lehehet goho of mehe!!” Came Alastor’s voice from the couch.
“Uh…” Charlie is both amused and shocked by the display in front of her… she raises ber phone back up to her ear for a moment. “I’ll uh… call you back.” She says into her phone before placing it back into her pocket and leaned against the doorframe to watch.
“C-Cehease this! I-I command it!”
“Ha! Command huh? In case you’ve forgot, you’re the one giggling up an adorable storm here! If you want me to stop, stop laughing so much!” Emily teases, her smile brighter than ever.
“I-I swehear! Ma chérie! I’m going to make you pahahay for thihis!” Alastor giggles, kicking his feet against the couch, his eyes shut tight in mirth as he frantically tries to grab Emily’s hands.
“Well, then I guess I’ll just have to tire you out then~” Emily giggles continuing her playful attack on his sensitive spots.
“Now… where else could get you to make those cute noises? Hm?!”
“T-Taisez-vous! Sh-Sh-Shuhuhut Up! Arrête déjà!” Alastor squeals as Emily, spiders her fingers all over his torso, in search of any new sweet spots that will get him squealing.
“No way! You speak french too!?” Emily gasps.
“Should uh… should we help him?” Vaggie suddenly asks as she approaches Charlie from the hall. Charlie just shrugs, unable to hide the smile on her lips at the sight of the fur on Alastor’s ears fluffed up and a bit scruffed from the squirming.
“Aw… hehe had enough Alastor?” Emily snickered before she let Alastor finally grab her hands.
“Ohoh… you are far more devious than I gave you credit for, my dear.” Alastor huffs as his clawed and rough hands continue to clasp around the Angel’s wrists above him.
“Nah, I think he’s got it.” Charlie smiles to Vaggie quietly. Emily giggles happily at the demon below her, watching as he catches his breath, his chest rising and falling with his eyes pricked with a few tears of mirth.
“Yes, yes. Laugh all you desire, darling, continue to bask in my torment.” He huffs as Emily lets him sit up.
“Hehe! Oh come on! You had fun.”
“You are aware I shall forever deny such a claim, yes?”
“I figured.” The Seraphim shrugs.
Fin~
