La Mode nationale, no. 49, 11 décembre 1897, Paris. No. 9. — Groupe de toilettes. 1. — Modèle de Mme Rhinn, 20, rue de Berlin, Paris. 2. — Modèle de Mme Rhinn, 20, rue de Berlin, Paris. 3. — Modèle de Mme Buisson, 83, rue Lafayette, Paris. 4. — Modèle de Mmes Balmain soeurs, 46, rue Sainte-Anne, Paris. 5. — Modèle de Mme Bérard, 5, rue de Hanovre, Paris. 6. — Modèle de Mme Bérard, 5, rue de Hanovre, Paris. 7. — Modèle de Mme Foraillon, 165, rue Saint-Honoré, Paris. 8. — Modèle de Mme Pelletier-Vidal, 19, rue de la Paix, Paris. Bibliothèque nationale de France
Explications des gravures:
(1) Costume de voyage en lainage chiné vert bouteille. La jupe est cerclée de six galons de mohair disposés trois par trois. Corsage blouson, sans basques, ouvert sur un plastron de velours rouge. Grand revers de velours noir bordé de deux galons de mohair. À la manche, les biais forment chevrons au-dessous du bouillonné. Chapeau de feutre beige et ruban noir.
(1) Bottle green mottled woolen travel suit. The skirt is encircled with six mohair braid arranged three by three. Bomber bodice, without peplums, open on a red velvet plastron. Large black velvet lapel lined with two mohair stripes. On the sleeve, the biases form chevrons below the shirring. Beige felt hat and black ribbon.
Matériaux: 8 mètres de lainage.
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(2) Blouse de dîner ou de théâtre en taffetas clair voilé (sauf les manches) de dentelle rebrodée et pailletée. Jockeys de dentelle bordés d'un fronconné en mousseline de soie. Toque de velours caroubier ornée de roses pâles et de plumes.
(2) Dinner or theater blouse in light taffeta veiled (except the sleeves) with re-embroidered and spangled lace. Lace jockeys edged with a silk chiffon ruffle. Carob velvet toque decorated with pale roses and feathers.
Matériaux: 4 mètres de taffeta.
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(3) Toilette de dîner en soie rayée noir et à fleurettes ouvrant sur un plastron de mousseline de soie blanche froncée. Grand col de dentelle descendant jusque dans la ceinture. Ceinture et col en satin blanc.
(3) Dinner dress in black striped silk with flowers opening onto a pleated white silk muslin breastplate. Large lace collar down to the waistband. Belt and collar in white satin.
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(4) Corsage blouse haute nouveauté à basque courte, découpée en créneaux. Notre modèle, à la fois élégant et simple, est en taffetas, en surah ou en velours miroir. Large revers voilé de tulle brodé et bordé comme la basque et les jockeys de tulle noir plissé.
(4) Novelty high blouse bodice with short peplum, slotted cut. Our model, both elegant and simple, is in taffeta, surah or mirror velvet. Wide lapel veiled in embroidered tulle and edged like the basque and the jockeys in pleated black tulle.
Matériaux: 4 mètres de taffetas.
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(5) Toilette de visite en veloutine beige, au bas de la jupe, trois rouleaux de satin marron. Le corsage, orné de plis, ouvre en châle sur un plastron de taffetas blanc. Ce qui donne à cette toilette un joli cachet d'originalité et en relève la forme simple, c'est un col froncé en velours marron incrusté de guipure d'Irlande.
(5) Visiting ensemble in beige velvet, at the bottom of the skirt, three rolls of brown satin. The bodice, adorned with pleats, opens like a shawl over a white taffeta plastron. What gives this dress a nice cachet of originality and enhances its simple shape is a gathered collar in brown velvet inlaid with Irish guipure.
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(6) Robe de promenade en corkscrew vert olive agrémentée de tresses noire joliment disposées. Le corsage boléro a des manches plates d'un vert plus clair; il reproduit la garniture de la jupe et ouvre sur une chemisette en soie liberty vert clair.
(6) Olive green corkscrew promenade dress accented with beautifully arranged black braids. The bolero bodice has flat sleeves of a lighter green; it reproduces the trim of the skirt and opens onto a light green liberty silk blouse.
Matériaux: 7 mètres de corkscrew, 3m.50 de taffetas pur les manches et la chemisette.
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(7) Toilette de dîner en satin bronze ornée de broderies noires perlées. Manches avec plis. (Cette disposition est très en vogue.)
(7) Bronze satin dinner ensemble adorned with black beaded embroidery. Sleeves with pleats. (This layout is very fashionable.)
Matériaux: 14 mètres de satin.
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(8) Costume pour mariage, en satin bleu saphir. Un volant à tête coulissée orné la jupe avec un joli mouvement. Le corsage, entièrement froncé, est recouvert d'un boléro de forme nouvelle en velours saphir quadrillé de satin noir et de motifs de broderie. Manche coulissée et revers crispins.
(8) Suit for wedding, in sapphire blue satin. A slip-head ruffle adorns the skirt with lovely movement. The fully gathered bodice is covered with a newly shaped bolero in sapphire velvet squared with black satin and embroidery motifs. Drawstring sleeve and cuffs.
Matériaux: 15 mètres de satin, 1m.50 de velours.
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minghao / 5 / 9 :^)
5. romcom // 9. “you kissed me.” “you kissed me first!”
it all started in the laundry room.
admittedly, you're not in the best mood at 2 am that friday night, carrying down a pile of laundry half your size to the 18th century laundry machines in the basement of your apartment complex.
but you aren't expecting to run into the tall, sunglasses-donning stranger flinging quarters into a washing machine—your favorite, the one that doesn't snag your delicates. all the other machines rumble; of course they're all in use, on the one day you knock your teacup into your suitcase while packing for the business trip you are leaving for in approximately 6 hours.
"who the fuck else is doing laundry at this hour?" you joke aloud, half intrigued by the way he fans out some expensive silken scarf over the grimy lid of the machine, half unspeakably pissed off that your favorite pair of pajamas smells like bergamot and all you want is to go the fuck to bed before your flight tomorrow.
"me." he says flatly.
he shakes out yet another expensive looking textile, and you watch as the basement's off-white light scatters in the chartreuse, makes it look cosmic. he turns to look at you, and somehow he looks elegant under the fluorescent lamps--even the perch of his sunglasses on the bridge of his nose looks refined.
"you're using all the machines?" and it's more of a rhetorical question because of course he is, of course the one million dollar man with a bag of clothes that looks like it costs more than your life itself is using all of the goddamn washing machines.
"do you have a problem with that?" he raises an eyebrow, eyes glinting brightly even beneath the tint of his glasses.
"um." you inhale to center yourself. "why else do you think i'm here?"
"to say hello." the stranger again turns his head to look at you, almost as if his gaze was a courtesy, and smiles. "xu minghao. your new neighbor."
no, no, no.
"i'll be out of your hair in an hour," he says dismissively, as you turn on your heel, followed by the clatter of more quarters in another machine.
"asshole!" you huff. "your sunglasses are dumb, by the way."
you're smashing the "up" elevator button before he gets a chance to reply, but what follows you into the cabin is a curious laugh, one that makes your stomach curl and your heart skip a beat.
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new years eve.
by now, you've found out minghao is a fashion designer.
despite your best efforts, he made you a part of his world. first, rolls of taffeta and mohair and muslin peeking underneath his front door. then the dress form on his balcony (that you phoned the cops over because you thought it was an intruder), and finally evenings spent between the creased spines of vogue italia while he regaled you with stories about fashion school, told over flutes of trader joe's wine and the metronome beat of his sewing machine.
("i'm just here for the alcohol," you tell him, already halfway through a practiced roll of your eyes. "just try on the coat. you're already the worst model in the world." "honored." there's a smile simmering beneath your lips. you bite your cheek.)
you think you still hate him, but your new years date just dumped you and you hate the idea of being alone on new years more than your hot, annoying neighbor.
minghao tops up your glass. you're sprawled out on the hardwood of his apartment floor, staring at the sky, blooming with fireworks, through the netting of his balcony door. he's looking at you with a curious fascination, grinning as you disappear again under the tilt of your cup.
you feel hot under his gaze, but you tell yourself it's the alcohol talking. it always is.
"you must have really liked him," minghao says, in that offhand way that makes it sound like he doesn't care even if he does.
"nah. i think being in your presence requires a certain level of intoxication." you cock your head to the side to look at him, and you smile, feeling your heartbeat get all prickly and quick when his lips curl up just the slightest in response.
minghao takes another swig from his glass, and you notice the wine makes his lips look rosy. you wonder, disastrously, how they feel. what he tastes like.
and then you're made aware that you're drawing closer to him, pulled by some invisible string in your chest that's winding your hearts together.
you're not sure if it's love or lust or alcohol but before you know it, your lips are on his, first all hesitance, the skim of his eyelashes on your cheek and the canvas of his collar, and then the sting of the alcohol on his tongue, the silk of his hand on your jaw.
and you let yourself drown until you come up for air, sputtering and red-faced.
you look at him, all half-lidded and lips slick with your spit, and your heart feels like an overblown balloon ready to pop.
"what the fuck, minghao."
"you kissed me." he says, clearly more amused than upset.
"you kissed me back!"
"and i'll kiss you again," he says.
you let him.
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A crafty MC making goodbye gifts for the demon bros (unromanced and romanced).
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Notes: I’m a huge crafter (knitter, crocheter, spinner, weaver, cross stitcher, etc) and I’m currently knitting my husband a winter hat, so I started trying to figure out what a crafty MC would make the brothers as goodbye gifts when they go back to the human world.
Also, this got REALLY REALLY long.
Lucifer
(Unromanced)
This guy is hard to make stuff for.
His aesthetic is VERY tight and leaves no room for mistakes
So a simple winter scarf, in business-black, is probably the way to go.
Somewhat lux yarn, cashmere/silk or alpaca/silk, so it has a sheen
He travels to the human world sometimes, and Diavolo has winter themed events in Devildom sometimes, so a scarf isn’t totally impractical.
He would appreciate the amount of time you spent making it, even if he didn’t get a chance to wear it that often.
(Romanced)
Let’s get more personal, now. You still have the same problem with his aesthetic, and the fact that if you want to give him something ~~personal~~ he won’t be able to wear it openly. His pride says no.
He’s stern in public, but affectionate in private.
You knit a medium-sized decorative pillow cover for his bed, in his signature wine-red.
It’s simple and elegant and can sit on his bed like it’s something he picked up in a Hellhome Goods store, and only *he* knows it’s a private gift.
After swearing him to secrecy, you get Solomon to help you charm the pillow, so it never pills up or wears out, and it maintains your scent forever. (Actually, it’s fair to say you do this for all of the romanced gifts).
“I thought, you know, if I can’t be there with you every night, something of me can?”
Awkward MC is awkward.
He not only appreciates how much time went into the gift (who knows how busy you are better than Lucifer?) but that you spent that much time thinking about him.
Mr. Acts of Service over here. Every stitch is something you did *for him*
You assume he’ll just leave it on the bed, and maybe, if you’re lucky, it’ll help you be the last thing he thinks of at night and the first thing he thinks of in the morning.
Maybe he’ll smile when he sees it, and some of his weariness will lift.
Oh, if only you knew.
Mr. “Stern In Public” wraps himself around the pillow every night. Well. Every time he manages to sleep. Which, let’s face it, isn’t every night.
But when he DOES sleep, it’s with that pillow. If he can’t sleep wrapped around you, this will have to suffice.
Finds he doesn’t sleep well when he travels, because he refuses to bring the pillow with him.
If asked, he says it’s because it’s not important.
But he just doesn’t want to lose it.
It’s too important to him.
Mammon
(Unromanced)
You’ve seen this boy’s room.
You’re not spending hours and hours and tons of money making him something.
You love the guy, but you’ve seen how he takes care of his possessions.
Most of what he owns is chucked aside when the next new-shiny comes along.
You know he loves you to bits and he’ll be careful with whatever you give him.
But “careful” has a different definition for Mammon than for some of the others.
So you knit him a hat. A trendy, slightly-too-small hat in black with a small yellow stripe on the brim.
You can use some lux yarn because, for a single-skein project, investing in cashmere or mohair or something isn’t too awful.
It looks really great on him - the fluff of his white hair, the small yellow stripe, then the wash of black as contrast. It makes his eyes pop and his skin look even warmer.
He wears it to a shoot one day and the photographer loves it
Now everyone wants one
But he has the only one because it’s handmade
Suck it, losers!
The Avatar of Greed finally has something everyone else wants that no one else can get!
(Romanced)
Yeah, you’ve seen his room. You’ve practically lived in his room. But you know he’ll be careful with anything you give him because he loves you.
It would break his heart to have to ask you to fix something you made for him.
You know he’s going to suffer when you leave
You want him to know that you’re always there, even if you’re not *there*
So you knit him a sweater
A big, oversized sweater out of super soft chunky wool with tons of texture.
You finish it early so you can wear it around your room for a few weeks. On the rare nights you sleep alone, you sleep in it.
Again, get Solomon to enchant it.
Now it smells like you.
You wouldn’t notice, but a demon’s sense of smell is far stronger.
“I know it’s not, like, fashionable or anything. But it’s comfy and it can be…..a portable hug?”
His face turns red and he winds up stammering. Obviously. So he puts it on to avoid having to look at you.
Chucks it on over his tshirt. He immediately pulls the neckband back up over his face to take a deep inhale from the fabric.
He looks really cute in it
(He looks really cute in anything, let’s face it)
Might start crying.
Hug him pls.
Any night he feels lonely (which is most nights) he wears this sweater. Falls asleep in it half the time.
It really is like a hug, and the boy needs all the hugs he can get.
Leviathan
(Unromanced)
Out of all the brothers, Levi is the one who will appreciate STUFF. No matter what you make for him, he’ll love it.
It’s limited edition! No one else has anything like this!
So this boy is getting crocheted plushies.
(They’re called amigurumi, and he’ll appreciate knowing that)
You make a mobile for his room
Hanging from it are little plushies of all his favorite sea creatures
Henry 2.0 is the biggest
But there’s a few jellyfish
A whale
You had to completely invent a pattern for a kraken, and it came out okay!
You had some extra yarn, so you made a few extra jellyfish
They get suction cups.
Now he has jellyfish in his tanks and outside his tanks
Spends the next hour rigging up the mobile over his tub so he can see them before he goes to sleep and remember how much his true friend cares about him.
(Romanced)
This took….time to make.
You had to basically invent two patterns from scratch
There was a LOT of frogging.
And swearing.
When Levi opens the box and pulls aside the tissue paper, there’s two crocheted figures
One of each of you
(The one of you may or may not be dressed as Ruri-Chan)
“You made these…..for me?”
Tell him you made ONE of them for him. You take the one of him and hug it, “This one comes with me. So I’ve still got you.”
(Don’t let him cry!)
(Too late)
Then you show him the best part - each figure has a magnet in one hand.
When they get close to each other, the magnets snap together and the figures hold hands :)
Even though the two amigurumi will be in two separate realms, those magnets will want to find their partner.
Levi is floored - this is just like something out of an anime! Like two halves of a locket or something!
He can’t even find words. Possibly not for the next hour or two.
But he makes the cutest little squeaks and the verbal equivalent of keysmashes.
Like Lucifer, he sleeps with your gift. But he also carries it around his room. It has pride of place on his desk, and he purchases a stand so you can sit with him while he games or does his online schooling.
He talks to it like he would talk to you, especially on busy days when you can’t actually talk to him on the D.D.D.
It eases the feeling that you left Devildom and forgot about him. Eases - just a little - the jealousy of every human in your world who gets to talk to you. Because none of THEM have a handmade you. Just him.
Satan
(Unromanced)
This guy is either the easiest one to make for, or the hardest.
Like, you could make him a stuffed kitty. Or knit him a tie. But he’s not a super sentimental guy (unless romanced) and, in the end, that’s just stuff. His room is FULL of stuff.
Soooooo, you take out your sewing skills and sew him a traditional Sherlock hat - the deerstalker one, the one that never was actually in the books, but is still associated with the character.
The most straightforward of the brothers, Satan is indeed touched that you spent so long making something for him and he tells you so.
Insists he’ll wear it when solving mysteries.
You laugh, but he actually does wear the hat when reading mysteries now.
It reminds him of the trip to London - how he got to solve an actual mystery, save his brother, and see the sites with his friend.
(Romanced)
YouTube made it look so easy.
It’s just paper, right? Paper and thread and a needle. You can sew clothes and stuffed animals. How hard can it be to sew together pages to make a book?
Oh, my sweet summer child.
You considered actually pulping and making your own paper, but after the seventh ruined batch of signatures you’re grateful you talked yourself out of that one.
You also considered an actual leather binding, but go for boards and a more simple Japanese sewing technique.
This project is the perfect thing to give to Satan - not just because it’s a book, but because making it is causing you SO MUCH RAGE.
Who needs firewood when you have the ruined attempts of your gift?
You may have thrown various attempts on the floor and stomped on them before chucking them in the fire.
It takes weeks but you finally get the book together. Now the REAL work can begin.
Every book the two of you read together. Every book you discussed. Every book you recommended to him. Every single one gets a page - a title, a date, and a discussion of your discussion of the book.
The book itself becomes a tour through your growing relationship.
While not as stern as Lucifer in public, Satan is also definitely fond in private - he’s completely unsurprised to receive a book as a present, but once he begins leafing through it, the semi-smug smile vanishes.
He looks shocked, and his hold on the book gentles.
His fingers run down the page, tracing your handwriting on a page particularly precious to him.
Speechless for a few minutes, he finally returns with only “I love it.”
Said so softly and sincerely that you can’t doubt his sincerity.
There are blank pages at the end and he begins to use them to document newer books he’s reading - ones he wants to discuss with you later.
Asmodeus
(Unromanced)
Good luck keeping your gift a secret!
Asmo loves craft and crafty things, so he’s always curious about what you’re making and fascinated with the process.
Probably helps with suggestions for the others, especially for a romanced brother (although WHAT you see in them is beyond him, after all, what can THEY have that Asmo doesn’t?)
Because he seems to pop up out of nowhere, he’s already seen his gift a few times. Thankfully, he thinks you’re making it for yourself.
Bonus, he’s whiny and jealous about it, and obviously wants it for himself. So, score. You know he’ll like it.
It seems simple; a pair of fingerless gloves in his signature hot pink. But the yarn is mohair lace (you’ve cursed at it many, many times for tangling on you) held double with merino/silk black yarn.
The gloves are lacy and airy, sensual and soft. They feel wonderful to wear, and look great with a majority of his outfits.
He absolutely squeals and hugs you when he opens up the gift - the gift he was so jealous of! Of COURSE you were making it for him this whole time!
Wears them constantly. His Devilgram pics start having a lot of “what am I holding?” themes. Cups of coffee or hot chocolate. Someone else’s hand. A ticket for an absolutely fabulous play. And a LOT of peace signs and finger-hearts :)
(Romanced)
This one requires the cooperation - willing or not - of everyone in the house.
You start with your DDD. That’s easy enough.
Since you’ll need Sol’s help anyway, it’s easy enough to plunder the pictures on his phone, too.
The rest of the brothers you get, one by one. Belphie’s you steal while he’s sleeping, although you found nothing useful on it. Beel just lets you borrow his phone. You ask to borrow Mammon’s while he’s gambling and he doesn’t notice that it takes you an hour to give it back. Satan - the real photographer - must be taken into your confidence - you might need his help later anyway. But he’s particularly close to Asmo, and knows how to keep his mouth shut.
You stalk Lucifer for a few weeks. You ask Satan for advice. You consider asking Diavolo to just order Lucifer to hand over his phone.
Finally you just ask him for it.
Getting a hold of Asmo’s phone is the hardest bit. You have to wait until he’s deep in a spa day, hanging around in his tub with both a sheet mask AND cucumber slices.
Then you make off with his phone. And go through the photos.
His wonderful Devilgram-worthy pictures you ignore. You start looking for the ones that he rejected, but kept. The one where both of you cracked up laughing right before the photo snapped. The one where he dropped his hot chocolate and then stole yours.
The two of you in clay face masks and toe spacers? Yep. The one you took of him with super-wide eyes as he put on mascara? Definitely. Selfies of you two surrounded by his brothers, by Sol, by Simeon, even a few with Luke.
The one Satan took of the two of you dancing at one of Diavolo’s balls, so lost in each other that the rest of the ball might as well not exist? Of course.
You combine them with the ones taken by everyone else in the house.
Culling them for the best takes weeks. Because you don’t just want the ~~prettiest~~ pictures or the ones designed for social media.
You pick the ones with emotional meaning, ones of important events, but mostly you choose pictures of genuine laughter and affection. Ones that show how much the two of you love each other, and how much true friendship exists in the house.
How much he’s not alone, and how much he is loved. How much the people around him appreciate him.
With Satan and Solomon, you gather and enchant a simple glass cube.
It displays these photos, gently lit up, like the digital picture frames in the human world.
“I want you to remember me,” you say quietly. “I want you to remember how much fun we’ve had, and how much I love you for you.”
Not gonna lie, Asmo cries.
The cube moves around his rooms depending on where he is - it’s by his tub if he’s taking a bath. It’s on his vanity when he’s putting on his makeup. He credits it with helping his relaxation and makeup game.
It’s always on a nightstand by his bed before he goes to sleep. Sometimes he just lays on his back, puts the cube on his stomach, and watches memories float through it.
What you wanted - for him to remember that he’s loved for more than his sexual prowess - comes true. The pictures remind him of the life he has outside of a bedroom.
He starts spending more time with his brothers. He starts taking more pictures.
His followers appreciate the diversification in his content :)
He appreciates how much you love getting texts of those photos - the not-social-media-ready ones, but the REAL ones.
Beelzebub
(Unromanced)
I mean, you could just bake the guy a dozen cakes.
But then he’d eat them and they’d be gone.
And you can’t make him anything that looks like food, because he’d eat it.
You’ve finished your gifts for half of the brothers before you even figure out what to make for him.
And then it comes to you…..socks.
He’ll use them.
He won’t eat them.
They’re not the most interesting gift, but you’re running out of time.
You actually manage to find a pattern covered with colorwork triangles that mimic his usual shirt.
You get Satan to charm them for you - the problem with handmade socks is that they wear out FAST. Not anymore!
Beel LOVES them.
(To be fair, he’d probably love anything you gave him)
Once he knows they won’t wear out, they become his Game Socks.
Like most athletes, he becomes superstitiously obsessed with the socks, wearing them for absolutely every game he plays.
Is convinced they help him win.
(Romanced)
You encounter basically the same problem as above - what on earth to make him?
You want something that reminds him how much you love him, and it absolutely can’t be anything he could even be tempted to eat, because he’d never forgive himself.
You try a number of times to build a small tapestry loom, but that skill seems to be beyond you.
Finally you have to beg Lucifer to pick one up for you in the human world.
Once you get it, you’re off and running.
Now, just because things can’t look like food doesn’t mean it can’t be inspired by it.
Red yarn, the exact juicy red of an apple - but here, just an abstract circle. Mixes of pale cream, yellow, and red in a triangle - an abstract pizza slice.
Those cookies Barbatos makes? There. The broccoli-cheddar soup you learned to make for her? Now just an orange blob with tiny green squiggles. And on, and on.
And buried, scattered throughout, little woven hearts.
The hearts are made of slightly different yarn, puffier and thicker, so they stand out just a little bit.
In the end, you have a decent-sized wall hanging, full of texture and shapes that are just reminiscent enough of food to bring a smile to Beel’s face, but not enough to actually be worth eating.
He passes the hanging every day, and every day he brushes his fingers over the yarn or through the fringe; a physical reminder of you.
Belphegor
(Unromanced)
This guy is probably the easiest one to make things for.
Is it soft? Is it cuddly? Can he use it as a pillow? Can he snuggle it like a stuffed animal?
Click “yes” on any of those questions, and you have a happy - well, a slightly less annoyed - Belphie.
Which is why you take this as a challenge. The easy answer - a pillow - is BORING. And the other easy answer - a blanket - would take WAY too much time.
So, like Levi, he gets a plushie.
But not just any plushie.
He gets a plushie of Lucifer.
Lucifer…..on a pastel unicorn.
Belphie starts cackling the moment he opens it, which is fair, because you laughed a fair bit designing and making it.
He starts leaving it where Lucifer can find it, then saying that the elder can’t do anything about it, because MC made it and there’s no way he’d want to harm anything made by MC.
Satan tries to steal it.
In the end, an “anonymous” Devilgram is created, dedicated to the “adventures” of this particular plushie.
It’s all fun and games until Diavolo wants one.
(Romanced)
Well, for your boyfriend, the time and effort involved in making a blanket is just fine.
You debate endlessly - comprehensive color scheme? Granny squares or stripes? How heavy?
You go with your gut instinct - this isn’t a boy who cares about color schemes or blanket styles.
(Just look at his clothes, seriously.)
He cares about one thing - comfort.
You find the softest, smushiest yarn you can, and a pattern you can tolerate working on for like 100 hours.
You go old-school; a granny square blanket like the ones that pretty much every person had thrown over the couch in the 70s and 80s. The perfect nap blanket.
Black… mostly black, with some bright accent colors. Kind of obnoxious accent colors, actually. You figure it’ll appeal to his (dubious) sense of humor. Also it’ll piss Lucifer off seeing it around the house, clashing with literally everything in the oh-so-perfectly-decorated Gothic interior.
This one requires….special enchantment.
A little bit of ritual, and that blanket will fold up into a tiny square; easy to carry from place to place.
Belphie is torn between wanting to carry it around everywhere, like his pillow, and to leave it in the attic room, always waiting for him.
Depending on his mood, he’ll do one or the other.
But no matter what, he also sleeps juuuust a little bit better under it, snuggled up under your love.
You make him the Lucifer plushie, too. It’s too funny not to :)
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