Obey Me: x reader scenarios

You get lost and they're worried sick- Diavolo/you/Lucifer - II

Part II of II
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Diavolo x you x Lucifer

You find Diavolo sitting cross-legged in bed. When you open the door, you see there's no blame or reluctance in his expression, Diavolo only looks relieved to see you. To your surprise he also looks slightly feverish, but when you climb up on the bed and feel his cheeks, his skin feels more like he has a chill.

"Ah. It will have passed by the morning," Diavolo says softly, smiling at you to try and ease your concern. "Most demons don't do well in cold weather, you know."

He nods toward one of his father's more traditional paintings of the fires of hell, trying to make a light-hearted joke to ease the mood. You can tell there's some truth to it too, though.

Out of habit Diavolo gently reaches for your hands, his expression faltering as he gazes at your fingers curled into his larger ones.

"About earlier today-"

"Dia, I'm really sorry for scaring you-" you say, before Diavolo can finish. "I had no idea I could get so lost... and then the next second the castle was totally out of sight! And then you found me, and it looked like you were going to cry, and-"

You're not even sure if you're making sense, let alone making anything better, but Diavolo looks quite emotional to hear your outburst, his frown going slightly uneven as he mutters "-well... I was."

"-and I just want you to know, me losing my way was a complete accident! And I just really really wish we had made up before that happened.... or... that it just didn't happen... or... oh my god, am I making it worse?"

You stop as you realise Diavolo is trying to keep himself from tearing-up again, but then he waves his hands a little at you, laughing apologetically.

"Forgive me. I think I'm still... well. It's been a long day. And I wanted to say sorry to you too. Even though your expression is telling me that you perhaps don't want me to..."

Diavolo is looking at you with a rather abashed smile. He's exhausted, so you gently cup his face in both of your hands, not needing him to say sorry or wanting him to cry any more.

"I am sorry, though," Diavolo says softly, then he leans into you, his body becoming slightly heavier as he forgets he usually doesn't rest on you with his full weight.

Later, Lucifer isn't all that subtle as he strides into Diavolo's bedroom in his demon form, his untamed expression making him look more angry than concerned. You know that Lucifer was leading the search for you across the wider Devildom, and you see beads of rain are still clinging to his hair and coat. He has the scent of a storm about him, which makes you shiver as he crosses the floor to envelop you in an embrace. His hug is tight and unwavering, he's biting back with the last of his restraint as he eventually eases his grip.

"Are you hurt?" you whisper, you can feel Lucifer's breathing is slightly uneven as he presses his face against your cheek. Lucifer's dark gaze turns to you in surprise.

"No. Of course not," Lucifer mutters. He lingers a second, then draws back, looking all the more formidable as he takes in the sight of you and Diavolo back safe. Or, you think, protective. The demon lord stirs at your side, still looking a little unwell.

"Mm... such a scary face, Lucifer. Shush now, it's alright," Diavolo murmurs weakly, trying to tease him. From the way Lucifer's harsh expression flickers to mild exasperation, you can tell in his own way, Lucifer appreciates it.

"Well. It'll still take me a while to calm down," Lucifer admits. He pulls off his gloves, then slowly threads his fingers between yours. His hand is cold, his grasp familiar and gentle. A few droplets of rain are still leaking from the ends of his hair onto his face, but Lucifer doesn't seem to notice or care, nor that his clothes are dampening the blankets. You gently tug him toward you for another hug, his knees weighing into the mattress and his wings making for a slightly unearthly sight as you clumsily pull him into you.

"You frightened me," Lucifer says quietly into your shoulder, his body tensing, then easing as he lets go of the weight of it. "...I love you."

You hold him. You know you live in a dangerous place, where both of those phrases are not so easily spoken. You'll tell them both as much as you can, as many times as they need it: I'll love you always. You won't lose me again.