Obey Me! (Imagines and One Shots)

{Lucifer} Father Figure

"Lucifer?" You peered into the door of the Student Council office after knocking. "You here?"

There at the huge desk sat a properly-dressed demon with a frown on his face and a pen in hand as his eyes perused one of the mountains of paperwork surrounding him. Upon hearing your voice, he perked up, surprised and a bit dazed from the interruption.

"MC? What are you doing here after school hours?"

"Lord Diavolo asked me to send these reports for you to go through." You held the documents you were clutching in front of you so he could see.

Lucifer sighed, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. "Very well. Come in."

You walked across the room and placed the paperwork amongst the rest of them, now scrutinising the demon up close. The whites of his eyes were slightly reddened, his pursed lips was pale, and, though you could see the effort it took to conceal it, you could spot the eye bags formed at his bottom eyelids. What's more, Lucifer usually had perfect upright posture, but today he slouched over his work.

Concerned, you placed a gentle hand on Lucifer's shoulder. "You okay? You look awful."

Lucifer kept his eyes on the paperwork before him, waving a dismissive hand in the air. "I'm fine, MC. Just a little tired." Even his voice sounded soft and weaker.

"Are you sure? I think you should rest up."

"I shouldn't. Can't you see the amount of paperwork here? I had promised Lord Diavolo to get them done by this week." His frown deepened as he massaged his temple. "Don't worry about me, MC. Go home and make sure my brothers don't get into any trouble."

You hesitated, then shook your head. "No, I can't leave you all stressed out like this. Let me help you."

"How can you possibly—?" He stopped mid-sentence as he felt your hands squeezing both his shoulders, relieving the tension. "Hm? What are you—?"

"I massage my dad when he gets stressed," you said, pressing your thumb on his shoulder muscles. "He said it drives away a lot of the fatigue, so it helps him relax."

Sure enough, Lucifer felt like a burden had been lifted off his shoulders, and his tense muscles had started to slacken. He rolled his shoulder back contentedly. "I see. Do you massage him often?"

"Yes. He loved it when I massage him after a long day."

"I don't doubt that. You're an excellent masseuse, MC."

You laughed. "Dad thinks so too. He said I should open a spa one day." When you didn't get a response from Lucifer, you cleared her throat. "By the way, just continue doing your work. I'll be here getting rid of your tiredness."

Lucifer huffed, smiling to himself. "Thank you, MC."

You resumed, pressing and squeezing his shoulders before moving downwards. You were a bit flustered to feel the demon's back muscles, but this was no time to think anything indecent. Your fingers were gentle but firm, applying pressure on his back, wherever you felt to be rigid. At one point, you peered to the side of his face to see if he still looked exhausted, but his cheeks were coloured as he stared rather distractedly at a document, covering his mouth.

"What's wrong?" you asked, pausing your work. "You look a bit out of it. Are you feeling sick?"

His brows furrowed and he avoided your concerned gaze. "Nothing's wrong, MC. I was just enjoying your massage."

You were not convinced. You looked around the office for something that could help until you spotted a water dispenser and some tea bags.

"Ah! Let me whip you up a nice cup of tea." You crossed the floor to the refreshments and grabbed a cup as you spoke. "Hot drinks also ease my dad from stress. He prefers coffee, though, but I'm pretty sure you're more of a tea man, right?"

You didn't get an answer, so you shrugged it off and picked an Earl Grey teabag, continuing. "When he drinks tea, he only puts half a cube of sugar though. Not a big fan of sweets. How about you? How many sugar cubes do you—?"

When you turned around, Lucifer was right in front of you, staring you down.

"H-hey, you can just wait at your desk for the tea..." you squeaked, cowering under his gaze. It didn't look as intimidating as usual, however, so you looked straight back at him.

Lucifer's expression was unreadable, but he then frowned slightly as he spoke. "MC... you seem to compare me to your father a lot."

"Really? W-well..." you stammered as you took a step back, but Lucifer advanced a step closer every time you did. "I... I guess you just remind me of him."

The cold hard wall brushed against your back, forcing you to stop.

"Is that so?" Lucifer pondered for a while, leaning down so his face levelled yours. "Do you perhaps see me as... a father figure?"

Your voice grew meeker by the second. "Um... n-no, not exactly." His face was drawing closer, so you couldn't look straight at him anymore. Your eyes trailed down to your feet.

"I sure hope not. I wouldn't be too fond of the idea." He placed a hand on the wall and leaned closer, your foreheads almost touching, and his voice grew lower, but gentler. "I'd rather be... something much more to you. Much closer than family." It was barely above a whisper, but it sent tingles down your spine.

Gulping, you mustered the guts to look back at him. This time, he didn't appear scary at all. In fact, his gaze was of longing and his frown turned into a look of desperation.

"Someone," he continued, breathing out the words now, "that can see every single side of you. Someone that can feel every single one of your touch."

His gaze bore into you, and you struggled to control your breathing due to your racing heart. Heat rose into your face rapidly, turning you as scarlet as the Devildom moon.

When Lucifer proceeded to narrow the gap between you, you shut your eyes tight. A second passed. Two seconds passed. Three...

Instead of whatever you were imagining, you could feel warm breath tickling your neck, which made you flinch and your eyes flew open to see what was going on. There right next to you, Lucifer had rested his head against the wall, supporting himself with one arm, breathing heavily. His face was completely concealed by his hair.

"Lucifer?!" You swept his fringe to the side to see the demon's face, reddened and scrunched up in pain. His breaths were shuddering and uneven. Panicked, you placed a hand on the side of his face. "You're—you're burning up!"

"I'm... f-fine.." he murmured, forcing an eye open to look at you.

"No, you're definitely not! Come here." With a bit of difficulty, you helped Lucifer back to his desk, where he sat slumped over his workspace, head resting on his arms. His eyes were once again shut, but he muttered a weak "I'll be all right" when you asked if he had any medicine.

"You're not all right!" you snapped, frantically rummaging for your DDD. "I-I'll tell Diavolo—"

"Don't," Lucifer protested. "He will make a giant fuss—"

"Lucifer!" A deep shocked voice boomed from the door. Both of you swung your heads to see the demon prince rushing over to Lucifer's desk, his face clouded with worry. "What's going on?"

"Lord Diavolo!" You were showered with relief. "Lucifer, he's ill and—"

"I'm fine!" Lucifer snapped, propping himself to sit up straight. Then, with a strained voice, he regarded the prince. "I'm all right, my lord. Just a bit exhausted."

Diavolo shook his head, fixing a stern gaze on Lucifer. "I don't think so, Lucifer. I told you you didn't have to finish all these paperwork until next month. Yet you were stubborn and swore to finish by this week. Now look at you—stressed, sleep-deprived and sick!"

Diavolo turned to the human exchange student and smiled gratefully. "Thank you for being here with him, MC. Don't worry, I'll take it from here."