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lavender-lucifer · 2 years

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midnight solace - Lord Diavolo

tags/warnings - hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, pinning , descriptions of loneliness, cuddling, hand holding, gn!reader

wc - ~1.8k

a/n - this is my first full fic technically and I did not think it would be 1.8k LMAO

description - Diavolo struggles with loneliness but you make him feel alive.

Staying in the castle is isolating to say the least. There's no yelling about who took what or walking into a hallway to find a certain demon hanging from the ceiling. In here, the sounds are soft taps along a marble floor that shimmer underneath the chandeliers. It mocks him at times, the silence weighing on Diavolo constantly behind the confined walls. He has important people in his life, he does. There’s Lucifer who's there to bounce ideas off of and give him advice. One of his oldest friends. Then there’s Barbatos who's been by his side for longer than a mortal could comprehend. Diavolo wouldn't give up his role for anything, it gives him purpose and satisfaction knowing he can unite the realms to co-exist. But when the night sky of the Devildom and the sparkling stars come into view, he can't help but feel a part of him missing when he sits on the edge of his bed staring at the tapestry covered walls. It sticks to his skin, the feeling of loneliness. And when he tucks himself into bed he feels it consume him whole. All of a sudden the air is too dry and the sheets feel itchy. It leads to haunting the halls at night, giving up sleep weeks ago. Tap, tap, tap as his feet pad along the floor and his shadow glides across the intricate wallpaper. Moments like these is what he hates most. Roaming corridors with nothing but his thoughts. No one is awake at such an ungodly hour and he wouldn't dare to stir anyone. Not for this.

Tap, tap, tap.

This routine carries on for a few more days but it seems even demons need some type of rest. The bags under his eyes become more prominent, the laughing more minimal and everyone seems to notice. Council meetings are more draining as the group skates around the real issue at hand. Lucifer has assured you and his brothers that Diavolo is fine and to keep the questions to a minimum. You know it's out of good faith but it hurts you deep down to see the one you care about struggle. The relationship you have with the prince is unorthodox in short. It's beautiful really, catching the longing glances he would send you. And it's tragic because he's the prince of demons and you're the human exchange student. Yet that doesn't stop him from thinking of you. It doesn't stop his breathing to become steadier. Or the loneliness that penetrates his heart to subside.

"Hey.”

He jumps. He's not sure when the other council members left or when you claimed the seat beside him, hand lightly resting on his shoulder. He can feel the warmth you send through his uniform. You notice the shade of crimson that dusts his cheeks as you continue.

"I noticed you've been acting a bit...down lately. Just know I'm here for you, okay?" you say with sincerity and he feels it. The tenderness you radiate that makes him bloom.

"I suppose I haven't been sleeping much lately.”

He knows he's down playing it and so do you. The soft smile he gives is almost convincing. Almost. Maybe you shouldn't pry.

"Okay, just...just let me know if I can do anything to help-"

"Have dinner with me."

"Wh-"

"Only if you want to, of course!" He adds, a little too quickly. His nerves eat away at him as he curses at himself for asking you now. Truth being told, it has been while since you had been to the castle. You don't go often with how busy Diavolo is but once in a blue moon, he extends an invite to you. You can't say no, it's been too long since you've gotten to spend time together. Too long since you've felt your heart beat for someone else.

“Yeah, I think that would be really nice", you reply breaking into a wide grin. He beams as well, his smile matching yours. Not able to remember the last time he had a reason to smile. Diavolo offers his hand to you as he gets up from his chair. It's heavy in your own when he helps you up. Soft palms rub against yours as Diavolo feels a sense of mellowness wash over him. It makes him feel alive, more than a hollow shell that moves through an endless cycle.

Tap, tap, tap as you walk hand in hand out of the council room.

Later that evening you find yourself curled up on one of the many couches in the castle next to Diavolo. A deep burgundy blanket is draped across you both, your fingers grazing against him as the movie plays. Neither of you are paying attention though. Diavolo can’t tear his focus away from how your fingers intertwine with his. How they lock perfectly together, a feeling he can’t fathom ending. The only thing that hounds you is knowing this moment can’t last. They never do. And when you fail to stifle a yawn he feels the gnawing in his stomach begin. Is it too much for him to ask you to stay? Too selfish that he wants his streak of lonely nights to end? He hasn’t felt this peaceful in weeks and you can tell. Guilt plagues you knowing you’ll have to end the night and subject him to whatever misery seems to await. The grip on his hand tightens, almost like an apology as you consider the next words carefully.

“Maybe,” you pause. There's hesitation laced in your voice.

“Maybe I can stay here the night? It’s late and I wouldn’t want to wake anyone up coming back home.”

Even though the room is dark he can the light the screen casts when he looks over at you. It illuminates the tops of your cheekbones and Diavolo has never wanted to bring his hand to your face more than ever. You get lost in his amber eyes when you feel a newfound love warmth throughout your body. His touch is comforting, leaning into his palm it lulls you in. He breaks the silence,“Yes. Yes I’ll have Barbatos prepare a guest room for you.” He feels his heart swell when you look at him with adoration. It dances in your eyes when you hear his response and it makes him break out in a smile.

Taps echo in the corridors again while Diavolo leads you to your room, fingers still roped in each others. Centuries old paintings line the walls, the golden frames sparkle in the light. You're stopped in front of a tall door, the wood is stained darkly to enhance the designs etched into it.

"Here we are.”

Diavolo turns to face you, a soft smile to hide his grimace when you let go of his hand. "I'll see you in the morning, Dia," you respond and press a kiss to his cheek. He can feel the spot tingle, it sends shocks throughout his entire body. What he would give to feel your skin on his one more time.

The guest room is spacious and the carpet is soft under your feet. The duvet is embroidered with flowers and feels cool on your skin when you sink into the sheets. The quietness eases you into a soft slumber. But that isn't the case for Diavolo who's made it back to his bedroom. The ceiling is consumed by a darkness that seems to stare back at him. He isn't sure how long he's been tossing and turning. The wind is too harsh against the window and there's an abundance of papers that need to be signed.

But then there's you, someone he holds close to his heart. Someone who helps him blur out the busyness of his royal status and makes his heart flutter. So when he finds himself standing in front of the double doors that lead to your room it doesn't surprise him. But the doors feel intimidating. Like they’re judging his every move, watching him intensely. The need to hear your steady heartbeat outweighs everything else when he knocks softly on the door.

It stirs you from your sleep, shuffling out of bed you open the door to be greeted by Diavolo. His hair is tousled and messy, as you look up to meet his eyes you see he looks drained. The time is late and that's all you need to know before you widen the door more and allow more light to stream in. Diavolo gives you a sigh of gratitude before he steps into the room. It's astounding how quickly he feels tranquil, your presence alone seems to calm his storm of thoughts. He waits for you to close the door before he finds your hand interlocking your fingers then he pulls you towards the bed. It's different than his room. This room is warm and full of love that washes over him when he gets enveloped within the sheets. You lay down adjacent to him, sinking into the pillows as you cast a glance at his figure. Diavolo maintains a distance between the two of you but that doesn’t stop you from feeling the neediness that emits from his body.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you ask shifting closer to his side. Diavolo turns to face you. Despite the darkness, he can make out your face and the way your eyes glimmer, catching the lights from between the curtains. But the silence speaks volumes when you slowly reach out and trace his face. He no longer feels the loneliness that follows him like a shadow. Not when you graze his lips, not when you reach up to play with his hair. All he can feel is the steady beat of his heart in his chest. A beat that plays for only you to hear.

“Can we just...stay like this? For a while.”

It’s barley audible. You would have missed it if not for listening to every rise and fall of his chest when he breathes. Pressed flush against him now with his arm slung over your waist, pulling you closer so he can rest his head in the juncture of your shoulder and neck.

“’course”, you whisper and wrap an arm around him, tangling your limbs together. His fingers glide along the bare skin that peeks out from below you shirt. After all those nights of drifting through a deserted labyrinth where sleep manages to escape him, Diavolo feels comforted in your arms. It’s like having a taste of paradise, simple touches igniting his love for you. His need to constantly keep you around to keep him from flying too close to the sun. And it lulls him into a hazy state like a sailor to a sirens song.

His touch sends shivers up your spine and sends butterflies to your stomach. You can feel Diavolo’s breath fanning on your neck and the scent of his shampoo that lingers in his hair. Pressing a kiss to his head, Diavolo’s fingers slow to a stop. You can only assume he has finally fallen asleep and feel a small smile making its way onto your face.

The castle is no longer filled with soft taps along the marble floor. Rather, it is full of a rejuvenating silence. A feeling of two souls basking in the intimacy of one another. A feeling of solace.

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