presenting the obey me brothers with friendship bracelets
you know that feeling when you have a million other things to write but then one idea cuts to the front of the line and demands to be expelled from your brain? yeah that. that's what this is. i'm making bracelets for the eras tour and this idea came to me
[the dateables version]
[the dateables (+ luke) presenting you with a friendship bracelet]
content warnings: none
prompt: you grin down at your work. in your hands is a small friendship bracelet, lovingly crafted from hard work and the embroidery thread you found in your closet. you weren't quite sure why you'd made it, but the thought of giving a certain someone the bracelet and watching their reaction made you smile. now, to hand it off...
Lucifer
lucifer definitely acts like it's a very childish thing that you've just presented to him. he raises an eyebrow and gives you an amused smirk.
he takes it from you and shoos you out of his office, warning you about all the paperwork he has to keep him busy. you never tied it for him, so you figure he's probably going to toss it in a desk drawer or something for safe keeping. that's okay. you're just happy he accepted the gift in the first place.
the real reason why you got kicked out is so he no longer had to hide the hopelessly fond, adoring look from you in response to your gift. it's simple and childish, yes, but it warms his heart that you made it for him. it's black, white, and red, made in a little stripe pattern. cute.
this little piece of braided string will sit on his desk for the rest of the night, where he can peek over at it when he gets overwhelmed.
you sort of assume the bracelet's been lost to the depths of lucifer's desk or sitting at the bottom of the trashcan. weeks pass before you think of it again.
but you do. you're reminded of your little gift to the morning star when lucifer is reaching out to something mid-conversation at RAD-- an unfamiliar flash of white peeks out from under his dark uniform sleeves. is that... is that the friendship bracelet you made him?
if you try to confront him about it, he will deny everything with that same stoic, slightly irritated look. he won't show you his wrist to prove he's not wearing it, though. softie.
Mammon
this man acts like you're soooo lucky that he's accepting a gift from you. he'll go on and on about how the great mammon usually prefers shiny jewelry, but it you insist--
if you try to take it back and walk off, he's yelling and chasing you down. you can't just take gifts back. that's cheating. hand it over! that white and gold bracelet belongs to him now, and the great mammon isn't going to let someone steal from him that easy.
his cheeks are red as you tie it on his wrist. for all that big talk about how he's doing you a favor by wearing a friendship bracelet for you, he's awfully quiet as he admires it on his wrist.
mammon wears the bracelet everyday. he will sometimes remember to take it off before showers and other stuff that might ruin it, but he also forgets a lot of the time. the bracelet ends up a bit dirty, but not horrible. well-loved, you might say.
if any demon at RAD tries getting a little too friendly with you, he won't hesitate to interrupt your conversation and not-so-subtly remind the other demon that he's the one with the friendship bracelet, not them. he'll pull down his sleeve and shove the bracelet in the demon's face until they get the message and walk away.
mammon will get very offended by you giving out other bracelets, by the way. he's a very jealous demon. you gave him the bracelet because you like him most, right? so why'd you start passing them out like halloween candy, huh? nah, that won't do. the great mammon demands another one to add to his collection. scratch that, make it two more. can't have anyone else think they can compare to your first man.
Leviathan
leviathan initially tries to talk you out of giving him the bracelet. surely you didn't mean to give it to someone like him, right? no, this must be a mistake. you must be thinking of asmo, or mammon, or beel or--
when you point out that you specifically made it for him, he shuts up. you explain the purple and teal colors are meant to match his hair and nails! that way it will always match his outfits, no matter what he wears.
suddenly he's a flurry of movement, wrapping his arms around you and thanking you so so much for being friends with a yucky, gross otaku shut in like him. you're the best henry he could have ever asked for. he's so caught up in the emotions of the moment that he forgets to panic when you first hug him back. a couple of seconds in, his brain reboots, and suddenly he's scuttling out of your personal bubble.
levi's near tears as you tie it on his wrist. don't worry, mc, he'll treasure it forever! this bracelet will remain on his wrist until time stops and hell freezes over. that's how much you mean to him!
you didn't think he actually meant it when he said he'd never take it off. that's why it's adjustable, y'know? but you were wrong. levi wears the bracelet everywhere. home. school. while sleeping. in the shower. while he's cosplaying. wherever he goes, you're certain that bracelet will be with him.
... but it's made of string, and very quickly gets nasty. he doesn't seem to notice, but you definitely do. you ultimately make him a replacement so that you won't have to keep looking at the damp, dingy thing on his wrist. he's just as touched as he was the first time. levi won't throw the original away, though. you compromise and let him keep it on one of his display shelves (even it it's still a bit gross).
Satan
when you present him with the green and teal friendship bracelet, he laughs. that's actually really sweet, mc. he's read stuff like this happening in those books with childhood friends growing up together, where the bracelet symbolizes an unbreakable bond carried into adulthood. it's cute. he's glad you thought of him.
as you tie the bracelet to his wrist and teach him how to take it on and off, he'll inquire about why you made it. have you ever given anyone else a friendship bracelet, or is he your first? how did you make it, anyways? would you be willing to show him?
the afternoon is lost to laughter and tales from both of your childhoods. satan's was a long, long time ago, but he's got six older brothers (by birth order, not fall order) that have told him stories of his youth through the years. would you be surprised to learn that he was a little hellion? no? well, he has no idea why you'd ever get the idea that he's anything but kind and calm and not at all the avatar of wrath. shame on you, mc. (his teasing would be a little bit more convincing if he didn't have that smile on his face-- the one he always has when he's with you.)
satan treats your friendship bracelet with care. he makes sure to take it off any time he does an activity that might get it dirty or otherwise soil it. he'll take it off for showers and slip it right back on afterwards, or keep it on his nightstand so he can put it back on when he returns from a formal event. satan also doesn't sleep with it on because he worries his tossing and turning might wear it down. sometimes he'll even use it as a bookmark when he's not wearing it.
he is very protective of this bundle of knots and strings. mammon once snatched a book from his room-- the book he just so happened to be reading, where he was using the bracelet as a bookmark before he went to bed-- and took the bracelet with it. you were able to step in just in time before satan lost his cool and went on a rampage. everyone knew from then on to leave that damn bracelet alone.
Asmodeus
asmodeus is delighted that you'd make something for him! the pink and red threads blends together so nicely, and is that a little spiral pattern on the outside? ooohh, you're just too cute! thank you, mc!
he will, in front of you, begin planning outfits around the bracelet. no long sleeves-- that'll hide the bracelet, and we don't want that! asmo wants everyone to be able to see it at all times. he can imagine the jealousy on his brother's faces as he shows off the exclusive gift he got from his beloved mc!
don't make anyone else a bracelet now too, alright dear? this sort of affection is all his. it's not as special if you make one for the rest of his lame brothers, now is it? if you want to make more, make them for him! he'll take as many as you'd be willing to make, darling.
if you do dare to make him another one, watch out. you've just opened pandora's box. now he's making requests-- will you do this color combo, mc? what about these? can you do that little stripe pattern on this one, and keep this one simple? the possibilities are endless, and (un)luckily for you, so is his imagination.
if you tell him that he can make his own bracelets, he'll pout. those wouldn't be friendship bracelets then, would they? they're only special because you make them, dearest. he'll pout until you relent, then shower you in as much affection as you'll accept to reward your never-ending kindness.
he's as disciplined with his bracelet routine as he is with every other part of his appearance. he takes it off for bathing and sleeping, so it won't get messed up without him noticing. if he has to go to a photoshoot or a formal event, he'll keep it tucked safely in his bag, so it's close to him at all times (and so none of his brothers get any ideas if they see it unattended).
Beelzebub
beel will probably be confused when you first present him with the gift. he's already holding out his wrist for you to tie it on, though. just because he doesn't understand doesn't mean he'd ever reject a gift from you.
when you explain what it is and its significance, he's all smiles. he's very happy that you want everyone to know the two of you are friends. he'll treasure it, mc. and he does-- he's very careful with it, careful to take it off when he thinks it might get dirty. he sets it gently on the nightstand or in his bag so it doesn't get tangled or lost.
then one day, tragedy strikes.
beel takes his bracelet off one day for fangol practice for safekeeping. he swore he slipped it into his bag, and yet when he gets home to unpack, it's nowhere to be seen. he's crushed. beel comes to break the news to you right away, with the sorrowful expression of someone that had just lost a loved one. he didn't mean to lose it. he hopes you'll forgive him, mc.
you comfort him and explain that you're not mad, not at all! accidents happen. you urge him to go shower and decompress after such a rough practice-- you'll handle the friendship bracelet situation. he (somewhat hesitantly) agrees and leaves your room with a solemn nod. you get to work crafting a new one with the same colors and technique. by the time he's out of the shower, you're coming to his room, replacement in hand.
beel is over the moon. he's quietly thanking you as you tie it on, promising that he'll be more careful with this one. his cheeks go pink with delight when you tell him you'll make him as many as he likes.
Belphegor
you proudly present belphegor with the physical embodiment of your friendship-- a purple and navy braided bracelet-- and he immediately begins clowning on you. really, mc? a friendship bracelet? what are you, seven? the thought of you toiling away over some colorful strings alone in your room makes him chuckle aloud.
fine then, jackass. maybe someone else would appreciate it more?
suddenly he's sitting up in bed. now, who told you that you could give away his present like that, hmm? does your friendship mean nothing? that's right, mc, get back here. that lame ass little bracelet is his.
for someone that made fun of you for making such a juvenile little gift, belphie doesn't seem very keen on taking it off anytime soon. the bracelet becomes frayed and ratty, dulled by time and messed up against blankets or bedsheets. tease him about it down the line and he'll scoff. first, he'll try to make fun of you for noticing such a thing. when that doesn't work, he'll complain that you tied the ends into a knot and now he can't get it off.
actually, ellen belphie, that's not true. you definitely showed him how to take it off the first time you put it on. you reach over and begin to tug at the ends when he yanks it away with a suspicious look. who said you could touch it, you little thief? get your own. it seems someone has grown quite fond of the bracelet in the past few weeks.
"what are you, seven?" you mock with a shit-eating grin. belphie ignores you and rolls back over. you don't neglect to notice the way he tucks his wrist-- the one with the bracelet-- close, hidden under a pillow or two. just try to take it now. just because he won't admit how much he likes it doesn't mean he won't fight tooth and nail to keep the little affectionate trinket on his person at all times.
Imagine this MC and Lucifer are laying all cozy in bed and Cerberus begins barking from the underground tombs. Lucifer excuses himself and all you can hear is the vibration of his voice through the thin walls of the house.
At first, his tone is stern and commanding. The barking stops.
Then you hear a light tone, is Lucifer using Dog voice? In a high-pitched tone, you can hear bits and pieces of Lucifer praising Cerberus.
"Oh what a good boy!"
Cerberus rolls and the house shakes.
"Yes you are, yes you are!"
It gets quiet and then you hear footsteps heading back toward the room. The door opens and there stands Lucifer, serious as can be.
“Sorry about that, I assure you Cerberus will be on his best behavior for the rest of the night.”
✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆ obey me bros x gn! reader, cw mention of food (in almost all), makeup mention in asmos
LUCIFER takes his job as a househusband very seriously. wakes up at the crack of dawn. house vacuumed at 8am. breakfast and tea, hot and ready for when you wake up. your clothes laid out for work and your lunch packed. a very good househusband.
he’ll kiss you goodbye and adjust your tie or straighten your shirt. he greets you at the door with open arms and a kiss. always, 100% will take off your jacket when you walk through the door. will always have dinner ready for when you come home :)
even if he wasn’t a husband he always ends his day with a, “goodnight, i love you.”
MAMMON is a needy househusband. doesn’t have the first clue what he’s doing when you leave for work. does he clean? does he sit back and watch tv? maybe play games with levi? he’s lost. but he does nag you for money and hits the casinos. any winnings he gets he forces himself to keep to take you for being so hardworking :)
he forgets to make the bed and always texts you to ask what time you’re coming home when you’re walking through the front door. dinner is always undercooked or slightly burnt. sometimes he just straight up forgets to make it and you just order take out. so happy to show you what he won at the casino and what he plans to do with it.
tries to get you to stay up later than you should but always falls asleep first after cuddling into you.
LEVIATHAN is a lazy househusband. doesn’t cook, doesn’t clean, occasionally asks you for money to buy this special edition ruri-chan figure. still asleep when you leave, awake until the crack of dawn while you’re asleep. maybe he’ll pick up a sock and calls it a day, and rewards himself with an anime binge.
if you ever have a stressful day, he makes it instantly better. you need to shit talk? he’s down, and he’s got a variety of creative insults. threatens to get lotan on them if you really want. tired, sore legs or back? come snuggle under mountains of blankets. you hungry? cool, he can order takeout for the both of you.
even if leviathan is nocturnal, he will pause whatever he’s doing and cuddle you until you go to sleep. sometimes accidentally falls asleep and ends up fixing his sleeping pattern into a functional one.
SATAN is a good househusband. he cooks, he cleans, he takes care of the cat. the only messy part of your house would be the books scattered on the lounge table, his bedside table, and the library would be full of opened books just laying about. other than that, a very good househusband.
he tries to get you to adopt every stray cat you see, even if they are neighbours cats just playing outside. if you’re ever late from work, there would be about four cats in your living room being fed by satan.
satan is a simple househusband. he takes care of the house, tries to adopt every cat he sees, and reads you to bed every night. he makes sure your breakfast is warm in the morning and your clothes are prepared. always ends his day with a kiss to your forehead.
ASMODEUS keeps himself busy as a househusband. he makes his own money, and fills his time up with posting on devilgram and modelling. is a fan to take you out for surprise dinners, but is also the type to make a candle lit dinner and welcoming you at the door naked under his apron.
will always draw you a relaxing warm bath, pampering you after a long day. the house naturally keeps itself clean, the only messy thing about asmodeus is his vanity. although, he refuses to handwash dishes – a big fan of a dish washer. asmodeus doesn’t want his skin to get rough. He will legit refuse to clean anything that involves chemicals. your house.
wakes himself up early to do your hair and makeup. loves making you look pristine and perfect, only to post you in lounge wear and candid settings on devilgram. never lets you go to bed without a face mask if you look stressed – he doesn’t want you to get wrinkles.
BEELZEBUB is… just a husband? if you’re not home, he doesn’t like to be by himself. sure, he’ll make you lunch (only sometimes having a bite) and keep the place clean, but if you’re not home with him he’s either out getting food, at the gym, or with belphie. he invites belphie over so much he might as well start paying rent for being a roommate.
he keeps his space clean and tidy. maybe if he forces himself to cook dinner without eating the ingredients he’ll leave the dishes in the sink for a night or so but whenever you come home from work the place is spotless as always :)
beel is the type of husband to kiss you when you leave and kiss you when you come home. he kept his day occupied but he missed you so much. from the minute you come home to the minute you go to bed he’s attached to your hip. if you even as much go for a pee he’s sighing and wondering when you come back. a normal, clingy househusband.
BELPHEGOR is a lethargic househusband. he rolls over, cages you in his arms every morning without fail and tries to convince you to call in sick. hates your alarm with a burning passion and tells himself one day he will through it out just to keep you in bed with him for a few extra minutes.
he sleeps himself through the entire day until you come home and only then does he do his duties as a househusband. only cleans if you help him. only cooks if you’re helping him and give him a kiss with everything he does right. He won’t do anything by himself – but he will fluff your pillow every night before you climb into bed. you’ll never have sleep deprived eye bags again because belphie makes sure you always get a full nights rest, and good dreams to go along with it.
on certain occasions, you’ll come home to belphie and beel in your kitchen having made dinner for you as a nice gesture for all your hard work. beel is very nice to you because you take care of belphie, so he tries his best to take care of you both :)
Helllooo Rosh! I saw that your request is open so I'll like to request for prompt 10 with Luci if that's okay with you🥺 Also is it possible to make it fluff I really don't wanna cry🥺 Also take your time with the requests yeah! Always rest and stay hydrated!!! I really enjoy reading your works!!!
“I don’t know if you know this but, I love you.”
The exchange student has got the habit of falling asleep on the couch in the living room.
One arm hanging from the furniture, a leg threatening to touch the floor. Sometimes you sleep in the most uncomfortable of positions, and bury your face in the pillows.
You don't understand how you haven't managed to fall on the floor yet—or woken up complaining of pain in your body; sleeping in such position is bound to have an effect.
And why there's a blanket pooling in your lap when you sit up in the morning.
A certain demon knows the answer to that.
On nights when the exchange student isn't in their room, the eldest demon sets out to the living room, where's he's sure you will be found asleep.
Signing, he mutters to himself—finding one leg and one arm hanging from the couch, and with your head threatening to be in the same state, too.
With a gloved hand on the back of your head, the demon manoveurs your form back on the couch, head safely placed on a cushion that was conjured with magic. With your arms and legs by your side, and not under the threat of falling again, Lucifer adjusts the blanket that he's been carrying for such nights.
When the demon makes the move to retrieve his hand, an arm shots out and grabs the edge of his shirt, tugging him down.
The demon nearly lets out a noise at the sudden movement, but he finds his hand on your cheek, and your own hands covering his gloved on.
Crimson eyes gaze at your form, and the demon's gaze softens as he takes in the scene before him.
You—asleep, with the blanket that Lucifer got for you. Your hands covering his own gloved one, and a sleepy mumble spilling past your lips.
He's a demon, one that could easily crush bones and the hardest of metals with his hands alone. Tear them apart like they were nothing in the first place to begin with. Lucifer's feared, by those around him and those who have heard of him. Such a formidable demon, the Avatar of Pride, and yet you are holding his hand and placing it on your cheek in the haze of slumber.
You trust him.
Maybe more then you should.
Lucifer smiles, his shoulders deflating as he accepts his fate and kneels down.
“I'm a demon," He mumbles, maybe to himself. “I'm not be trusted, neither are my kind. And yet you place your hand over my own and hold with me with such gentleness that I can't help but fall victim to myself.”
He chuckles. “What am I going to do with you?”
Gently unfurling your fingers from his hand, the demon's hands linger on your own for a moment too long, and the blanket is readjusted.
His hair falls in his face as the demon leans forward to place a kiss on your head. “You have no idea how much I love you,” He mumbles, and closes his eyes.
“So you're the blanket placer.”
The demon's eyes shoot open wide immediately.
“You were awake this whole time?”
“Of course,” You sit up, the fabric pooling in your lap. “Heard every word, Lu.”
“Why did you not sleep in your room?”
You smile at the flustered demon. “Being tucked in is rather nice.”
Lucifer crosses his arms. “Then I suppose my services won't be needed anymore, would they?”
“If me falling asleep outside my room is what takes you to tuck me in, then I'm falling asleep in your room next.”
The demon's rednning cheeks give him away.
“Or the roof.”
“Must you make life even harder for me?”
"By all means, yes.”
Lucifer huffs, adjusting his posture. He turns around, having been caught in the act, but you stop him again.
“I heard what you said when you kissed me on my forehead,” Your eyes are mischievous. “Won't you want me to return the favor?”
The look Lucifer gives you has you chuckling, and so you get up to give him a kiss.
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