#obey me oneeshot

[ilysia]

Please let me go | Diavolo x Reader

my maladaptive daydreaming sure does give me more obey me content </3 enjoy (and yes all of you will be seeing more angst)

   Death. It was not a word to describe the Queen of the Devildom. Spring. Beauty. Pure. Elegance. That was more like it. But with each passing day, you feel as if death followed you.  Or rather, associated with you. Every steep step you take with Diavolo, your lover, another sacrifice was made. Your soul. Your mentality. Your strength. But you could not tell him that. It would hurt him. He treated you as if you were someone worth living. But was he worth living for you?  It pained you every single time to force a smile and gleefully agree with him. You loved him. Of course you did. You loved him so much. And he did too. And yet, when you coughed up blood for the first time, you knew. There was not enough time. You had to keep going with the schedule. He was your husband after all. Every day, 7:00 am wake up. 8:00 am prepare for studies on etiquette and duties. 10:00 am lunch. 12:00 pm stroll. 1:00 pm paperwork. 9:00 pm sleep. No in betweens. Everyday of your schedule did not include seeing Diavolo, despite everything. You were tired. As you wiped the blood from your mouth, your head began throbbing. You staggered towards the bed and lied down from exhaustion. Why? Why were you suffering? It hurt. It hurt so bad. Blood began building up in your throat before you gag. This was going to be a long night.

   A few months after your disease was discovered, your stamina was decreased heavily and hallucinations always creeped up in the corners of your eyes. Blood began dripping on your ears and mouth after a few days. Diavolo never noticed it. Well, you forced yourself not to let him notice. You wanted him to not worry. Pain always tailed behind and slowly but surely, you were unable to attend to your daily schedule. As you feel your life slowly fading out of you, you decided to say goodbye to him. You wanted to love him. Even if it’s for the last time. “Hey Dia” You stood across the doorway, a smile on your face. He looked up from his paperwork. “Not now, my dear. I am busy.” A sad expression morphed on you as you try telling him. “But-” “No. I’m sorry, but the event affairs cannot wait. How about you tell me tomorrow?” Your grip tightened as your eyes lowered. There was no tomorrow.  You forced another smile. “Yeah...tomorrow” You left as your footsteps became heavier and heavier. You weren’t throwing a tantrum. You tried being stable. Your vision made your eyesight blurry as you stagger across each hallway, trying to reach your room. Your tears made your eyesight even more blurry. What were you even crying for? For your people you will abandon? For the future you try to achieve? Or was it because you never have been able to say I love you on your last day? Who knows... As your cold fingertips began touching the missing spot on the bed, another tear dropped towards the mattress. Death. It was not a word to describe the Queen. But as the sun finally rose, your dead body was all of that left of the once graceful woman. The moon was beautiful, wasn’t it, my queen? 

I might put Diavolo’s reaction soon. English is not my first language so please dismiss any bad grammar! I’ll make sure to post the replaced mc au part two soon as well! 

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