How would their engagement rings be? (2/2) 💚🩷❤️💜
Characters: Satan x gn!reader / Asmodeus x gn!reader / Beelzebub x gn!reader / Belphegor x gn!reader
Warnings: Gender neutral reader. Long (sorry, not sorry). Also, s3x is heavily implied (so Minors don't interact, please). After that, just fluff.
Summary: You and him have been in an official relationship for quite some time now. During the daily life of your relationship, he realizes that he can no longer live without you. He needs to show you that his love for you is eternal. The first step is to buy the engagement ring, but what is it like? How did he come up with the idea?
[Part 1 here - Lucifer x gn!reader / Mammon x gn!reader / Leviathan x gn!reader]
[Notes: The following characters belong to the mobile game "Obey me: shall we date", and are owned by Solmare Corporation. This is a mere work of fan-fiction. | GN!Reader | This is one of my first times sharing what I write, so please be kind. English is not my first language so there might be orthographic and syntax errors. | I had this idea after looking at jewelry in Pinterest. If someone has already done something similar, I was not trying to copy anything or anyone's ideas. | Details may vary from original storyline. | I hope I did justice to these characters; I had a hard time writing, but I still wanted to make beautiful stories].
💚Satan💚
What type of ring?
Satan knows these human streets too well. As he strolls down the path, his gorgeous green eyes and his blonde hair go almost unnoticed. He could very well blend in as any other human in this old city; that is if he wasn't so handsome. Not that he cares about something so shallow as looks.
As he approaches the antiques' store, he feels his heart throb fast. He takes a deep breath and enters the small and cozy shop. To his left, old victorian furniture; on the ceiling, rare lamps with creative details; in front of him, vintage clothing, similar to the ones he got once inspired in Sherlock Holmes' tales. And, to his right, human books from all over the world.
Satan's eyes widen, and a genuine smile bursts into his face. It's a delightful sight that only occurs at rare moments like these, and if you were there with him, you'd be so enamored by it. "Those just came in yesterday, sweetheart"—, the old woman says with a kind demeanor —"These are from Mexico, and those came from Ethiopia...".
Of course, Satan had already noticed. The moment he got in, he knew just by the smell that the store had "new" merchandise. These books, from all over the world, texts with stories and magic so diverse and so interesting: Cuba, Mexico, Nicaragua, Ethiopia, Morocco, Egypt, Spain, China, Thailand, and Japan. All of these with their own human incantations and curses.
Satan feels the temptation to check them all, meticulously. His index finger follows each of the book's spines: "Enciclopedia de amarres", "妖怪", "من اللعنات والسحر", "Black magic and love potions", "Tarot et avenir", etc.
However, suddenly, he feels like being pulled back from his trance, because there's a buzz in his right pocket, announcing a text message from his brother, Lucifer: "Lord Diavolo and myself are waiting for you in front of the Louvre Museum". And so, he remembered. How could he deconcentrate like that? It's because of you that he is here in the first place. He has no time to lose. Lord Diavolo, and definitely, Lucifer can't know his intentions today.
—"Sorry. Actually, today I want to check other type of... product"—
—"Is that so?"— the old woman's question is rhetorical, Satan could tell just by her saucy smile. He decides to ignore her and walks towards the counter, looking at the jewelry in display.
—"Oh, Satan, dear..." — she says. Satan's eyes meet hers with a growing impatience. She continues: —"Is this because of that cute little lamb that came with you last time?"—. Only witches and sorcerers are foolish enough to communicate with demons in such mocking manners. But Satan knows this woman from long ago to understand that she knows better; after all, she's an old friend of theirs.
Her teasing behavior turns back to her initial sweet grandmother's attitude as she tilts her head and reaches something at her right. —"I know what true love looks like, darling..."— she says as she opens a big jewelry box: —"You can look at the other rings, but I chose these ones for my good ally... and I don't mean you, darling. I mean them. After all, humans should stick together"—. Satan chuckles, thanking her.
In the box, vintage antique engagement rings with emerald, jade, and/or green sapphire gems. Each of them embedded in golden rims. Some with such intrinsic details that are hard to notice unless you take the time to look at them with patience.
Satan grins, almost as making fun of himself, because he thought it was impossible for something material to reveal feelings that go so deep. Yet, here he is, with a ring that reminded him of you and your innocent, sweet, and inquisitive nature.
How did he decided to get an engagement ring?
You lay in Satan's arms, your head resting in his chest. He smells so good, and his voice is soothing as he reads you one of his books from the human world.
His selection of books is exciting and amusing: texts from everywhere, from every realm, stories that you've never heard, and antique knowledge, much older than you can imagine. Yet, it doesn't matter what topic the book is about, hearing Satan read to you is always so calming.
And how couldn't it be? Every single night, Satan takes the time to cast a spell in every book he reads to you so that it can levitate in front of him and then, it can turn the pages by itself once read. That way, he can wrap both his arms around you, firmly and yet, gently. While he reads, he rubs your arms to warm you up, then draws small circles in your back or caresses the soft skin of the crook of your neck. Throughout this intimate moment, he lays small pecks in your head from time to time or plays with your fingers and then kisses the palms of your hands as a reminder that he loves you.
He won't admit it, but holding you like this while reading to you is probably the best routine that he has ever had.
As your eyelids struggle not to close, Satan looks down at your sleepy face supported on his chest. He feels like he could melt around you just from this ordinary moment. It's just that the way your eyelashes fall gracefully over and over again as you fight yourself to stay awake, it's so endearing to him; especially when you beg him to continue.
He pets your head and lays a kiss in your forehead. —"Whatever you want, kitten"—. The truth is that he could stay like this forever, just looking at you, while you softly snore in his arms. The warmth of your body feels so comforting that it makes him almost forget that he's the Avatar of Wrath. Wrath, rage, and anger. If anything or anyone makes him feel so grounded, it's you.
—"I want to have this forever, with you", he thinks.
As he goes back to read the story in front of him, the word "marriage" appears, and Satan's eyes illuminate with a marvelous idea. Just, what couldn't express the eternity of his never-ending love better than the physical representation of it that you, a human, know so well?
🩷Asmodeus🩷
What type of ring?
Shopping is usually fun. Then why is it frustrating lately?
It doesn't matter how many stores Asmo visits in the Human world or in the Devildom, even asking Simeon to check the jewelry shops in the Celestial Realm and report back with photos, all of it has proven unfruitful.
Asmodeus has a vision of what the ring is supposed to look like: a beautiful big pink gem surrounded by intrinsic details that resemble roses and/or hearts, inspired in rococo art. It must be romantic and it most be perfect.
It must be. Because you're the only one that can make him see beyond himself. He never thought there'd come the day that another being would blind him from his own reflection, to make him look away. It's you. You are so radiant, so stunning, so wonderful; you're gorgeous and yet, it's not only your looks, it's your lovely heart and your divine charm.
Obviously, proposing to you must be perfect. Starting with the ring. A long lasting reminder of his love and his thoughts about you.
But it's pointless to continue roaming the streets with no results, or making his minion brothers and friends to search for his perfect ring when nothing can meet his expectations.
Asmo walks out of another shop disappointed, and decides that if anything, he could at least surprise you with new sexy lingerie and with a steamy night until he finds a solution, because the perfect ring is the only thing that is missing for his flamboyant proposal. He sighs but then thinks about you in his arms and him in yours, and that calms his sadden heart a little.
Asmodeus walks back home. Bags and boxes stack up in his arms, barely letting him see the sidewalk where he strolls. Suddenly, a pull on his shirt makes him stop abruptly, making the packages rumble and almost falling to the ground, which would have happened if he wasn't so quick to contort so they don't fall.
Asmo looks back angered, but is met by a cute little demon girl.
—"Hi, darling. Oh! You're so cute. Are you ok? What is it?"—
Between stuttering and stuttering, the girl expresses her admiration for him, stating his great abilities to design beauty products. A brilliant idea comes to Asmo's mind, and after the adorable kid leaves and he continues walking his way, Asmo knows what he'll do.
There's nothing like himself to design the perfect dreamed engagement ring. Is there? No other could know what this ring needs to be: a tiny and yet stunning jewelry item, the ring that you deserve, and the ring that he must give you.
How did he decide to get an engagement ring?
For no expert eyes, the Devildom's day cycle is nonexistent, always drowning in the profundity of an endless night. Yet, when the "morning" comes, you've noticed that the sky is slightly clearer, as if a pinch of sun rays want to come through the darkness. And so, you wake up to this dim light coming through the window, in a bed surrounded by pink and red roses.
To your right, a glimmer candle about to die, freeing a sweet scent of flowers. To your left, the demon that you deeply love. He is sound asleep. And you take this rare opportunity to watch him in detail since Asmodeus usually wakes up earlier than you and starts his beauty routine.
Once you asked him why does he always wake up before you so eagerly, just to be met with the cutest response ever:
"Because I don't want you to see me when I look the ugliest!"— he said, pouting.
Although he claims he is the most gorgeous being ever, the truth is that Asmo usually hides his fears behind a curtain of exaggerated "self-love". Despite the fact that his brothers like to describe it as "narcissism", the word "narcissistic" cannot be farer from the truth because Asmo, although sometimes selfish like the rest of his brothers, is adorable and sweet, and specially caring with you. He's not one to manipulate you, gaslight you, or guilt-trip you. Not even once in your long relationship. Never.
And as you observe him, you think that, even when asleep, Asmo is stunning. When you get to see him like this, in his most vulnerable moments, you know he was an angel once, because he's absolutely beautiful: his face is like a marble statue sculpted by the most skilled hands, like a Renaissance piece of art. But he's real, he breathes, his heart pounds, his skin is warm, he loves you, and you love him.
How come you got so lucky? Is he even aware of how much you love him? If it was only by looks, but no. Does he even understand that? Does he even understand that you love him because of who he is: flaws included?
Now your fingers are about to touch his face. But as if he sensed it somehow, Asmo opens his eyes. Even such normal action fills your heart with love. He's surprised. Quickly, Asmodeus has his hands on his face, whining about you looking at him in his most deplorable state: without a bath, without make-up on and before his morning beauty routine. You think his voice breaks for a bit, and yet, you can't help but smile a little.
Suddenly, Asmo's hands are on top of his head, you grab his wrists, and you're on top of him. For such a forceful move, your grin is candid. Asmo's shock and surprise leave him speechless.
—"I think you look more stunning when you just wake up, so let me see your face some more"—
Asmo's eyes widen. He feels like he could cry right now. And so, as he looks at you, a simple human making his heart squeeze and his body melt under your touch, he swears that he has never felt this before: an absolute and eternal adoration for someone else than himself.
—"I gotta show them, I gotta let them know that I love them forever".
Now he's a romantic fool under your touch, even the Avatar of lust, the one who plays with mortals feelings and desires, has succumbed to love. And so, a brilliant idea comes to his mind: a fairy tale wedding, a big dramatic proposal, and a beautiful ring around your pretty finger.
❤️Beelzebub❤️
What type of ring?
It's darker than usual in the forever darkness of the Devildom, and Beel realizes that his practice must have taken longer than expected, calculating by the deep blue hue of the sky converging with the black void of space, that it is almost time for dinner. He takes a quick shower in RAD's dressing rooms, changes to his usual uniform, and heads out to a bench near the school's exit. There, Belphegor sleeps soundly while waiting for his brother.
Beelzebub looks at his twin's adorable face, and remembers the rest of his family, which only brings him a sad guilt since he hasn't told his brothers about the decision that he has made: to propose to you. But between Belphie and him, he's sure they can find the perfect dreamed engagement ring for you.
Beelzebub walks from RAD to home, and in his way, he walks around the commercial area of the town, to check on some jewelry stores for a ring with a fabulous style for you. Although "fabulous" is a vague word, because Beel doesn't really know what he wants to buy you.
Much worse, he isn't so skilled to detect if some of rings have curses, and so, he drags Belphie around to help him out carrying him around town in his back until he needs his help, waking him up when necessary.
—"It's impossible. I can't find the perfect ring".
Belphie looks at Beel with compassion and decides to help him a little:
—"Aside from food analogies, what is they to you?"
Beel stops for a moment to scratch the back of his head, repeating his brother's question, every word less audible until it's just a dim whisper.
—"They are like a sun".
For Beel, you are full of happiness, optimism and warmth. You have brought tranquility and, at the same time, fun. Belphegor smiles, knowing he can't ever doubt Beel's big heart, and he responds: —"I think you already have your answer".
Beelzebub runs back to the last jewelry shop and buys you an eye-catching ring with a bright red ruby in a circular shape, in a gold rim; around the gem, a design of a sun. Beel smiles truly relief. Then he wonders if, when preparing the proposal, he should include adding the ring to your dessert.
How did he decided to get an engagement ring?
The kitchen is filled by sounds of clanking pans and silverware. On your right: a huge bowl of soup slowly boiling while small pieces of carrot levitate above and from time to time, let themselves fall into the liquid; on your left: the second stove is cooking huge steaks, emanating a delicious smell and equally appealing frying sounds. Behind you, eggs cracking open and getting mixed with milk and sugar to create a sweet cream. You're cooking for an army, and you wouldn't be able to do so if you didn't use your magic.
Like dance steps, you repeat: ,"one, two, three and one, two, three..."— enough to make you focus on your task: to cook several meals at the same time, each with gigantic portions on end: a huge surprise dinner for you boyfriend, Beel.
Curious sets of eyes spy on you from the kitchen threshold.
—"Mammon, Asmo, Belphie... I know you are there"— you admit.
Mammon makes a complaining sound and crosses his arms looking at you with an angry, yet adorable, face expression. Contrary to that, Asmo and Belphie smile brightly and ask what Mammon couldn't without overthinking:
—"What are you doing?"
—"Are you cooking for Beel?"
You nod and let a gentle grin scape your lips. The boys look at each other and sigh. Although they wanted to let you know that they could be of use, they realized that this is one of those moments when it's much more meaningful if you do it by yourself.
Especially since, lately, Beel has been down, eating half his usual, leaving untouched snacks and complaining about lost desserts that he has already eaten. And you all know what's up: the Devildom finals are coming up, and Beel seems to be nervous and anxious. A rare state for Beel. However, the pressure to win the whole realm's tournament mixed with the stress that his team-mates share, make him susceptible to the pre-game anxiety.
Right now, Beel is back in the school grounds, concentrated with his teammates before the great finale, which has given you enough time to cook.
Even if it's exaggerated amounts of food, you're happy to do so because, over time, it has turn into one of your favorites hobbies; especially when you share it with your boyfriend; even if he eats the ingredients and leaves you half way into the cooking process. To you, far from making you loose your patience, it's adorably funny.
But right now, it's only you in the kitchen and that's the way you intend it to be, because you're preparing a romantic dinner for Beelzebub for after the finals, regardless of the result: Fine demonus, gigadeath home-made burgers, devil zebra steak, hellfire mushroom-filled soup, Quetzalcoatl brain mousse with bloodberry sauce, and, of course, two black cloud cakes: one with a congratulation message in case he wins, and another one in case he doesn't. Then you prepare a dinner table for two in an intimate place of the house, lighted up with candles, decorate it with red roses and table set with fine silverware. Not that he will notice all the details, but he will definitely love the effort.
You sigh happily, after all, you've been pouring your heart and soul into this, that you forget the time. So when a buzz brings you back to reality, is then only when you realize that you have tons of messages from the brothers. Much worse, you realize that the game is about to start.
You rush out of the HoL, making sure you forget nothing and then, you run like your life depends on it. You help yourself with some magic, but it's mainly a heavy job on your legs. And, although getting there prove to be a difficult task, you were able to arrive some minutes after the game have started. Gasping, trying to recover your breath, sweating like crazy, you find your sit next to the brothers, letting yourself feel the adrenaline rush go down; but you don't let your exhaustion take over. So with your last energies, you make sure to support Beel in his last game of the season.
After a couple of hours and the double whistle of the referee, Beel and his teammates celebrate a glorious victory. You sigh happily and finally let yourself sit down to rest. It's only then that the tiredness takes over your body, your eyelids struggling to keep you wide awake... On your way home, you barely register that you're being carried in someone's back, a broad and strong back with a tranquil scent.
"Beel..."— you think, knowing that fresh soap smell.
Beel opens the door to the house and leaves you on your bed; you don't even realize that you are home already, profoundly asleep. Beel sigh with a gentle smile, as he looks at your gorgeous face.
But it's interrupted by a wonderful smell of food. Like a magnet, drawn to its opposite pole, Beel leaves you in your room to find the source until reaching the planetarium. In it, a small two seats table with a white tablecloth, two tall demonus glasses and the house's fancy silverware that Lucifer doesn't let anyone touch. His favorite dishes piled up in silver metal bowls.
Suddenly, Beel feels overwhelmed by a peaceful happiness, just as if he was back in the Celestial Realm.
—They did all this... for me!— he says, almost inaudible. Then, he sits down, enjoying a plate of food after another; but, unlike other moments when he only engulfed the food, this time he takes the time to enjoy it.
Beel tears a little, feeling loved, validated, accepted just as he is, so he smiles brightly: —They really love me— he whispers to himself again.
—Yeah, I love you Beel— you answer, taking your boyfriend by surprise. You scratch your head and try to comb your hair in place with your fingers,—I'm sorry that I didn't tell you about my surprise... and I'm sorry I'm so unpresentable right now. This was supposed to be a romantic surprise dinner—.
Beel smiles happily, like a puppy looking at his most beloved beings —You look just perfect—.
Beel feels his heart so full he might explode, finally satisfied of his never-ending food demand; but this time it isn't because of food. Is you. Only you can make him feel so happy and complete. So Beel looks at you at the other side of the table, and sighs happily —"I think I'll marry them", he thinks. A sweet resolve that he must keep to himself, for now.
💜Belphegor💜
What type of ring?
Belphegor sits up. He stretches his arms, and with it, his back cracks a little, letting the stiffness of a well-deserved one hundred and twenty-three hours nap scape his body. Beel is right next to his bed, looking at him with a worried look, repeating about how there's no time left if he wants to go on with his plan.
But Belphie barely registers what his brother says, still too numb from the long sleep that has taken almost all of his week. He yawns, blinks a couple of times and scratches his eyes, trying to recover himself and get his usual personality back.
Beel continues rambling about how sorry he is from letting him sleep for so long, but that he looked so peaceful and cute that he couldn't bring himself to interrupt his twin's sweet dreams.
"Sweet dreams? Sweet? Dream?"
Those words remind him of something important: —"Beel! What day is it today?".
Beelzebub sighs and with a sad expression tells him the truth for the nth time.
Belphegor jumps from the bed. An unusual action from the Avatar of Sloth who would rather drag his feet through the HoL hallways than walk. He takes Beel's hand in his and runs out of the room to the attic. There, he frantically searches for something important in the boxes. Since Lucifer gave Belphie access to the attic, he has come to the realization that some of the stuff there are his.
He throws some boxes to Beel and urges him to look for a small box in a deep purple color. Beel does as his brothers say. And for hours that feel more like decades, Belphegor finally finds the small box. Beel smiles in relief, not only because they finally found what they were looking for, but because, finally, he can eat.
Belphie thanks his brother as Beel leaves the room. Then, with a soft smile, he opens the tiny box: inside, a ring with a purple gem in silver rim with small curves and details that look like moons and stars.
Belphie caresses the cold metal, and his face expression turns into a longing one, yet, he doesn't drop his sweet smile: —"I guess this thing belongs to them anyway" — he thinks, —"because this was Lilith's".
How did he decided to get an engagement ring?
Belphegor sleeps hugging one of his large pillows. He looks so peaceful, surrounded by soft fabrics and cotton blankets. Not laying down next to him is hard to resist, specially when you know that he smells so good.
Gently and quietly, you get on the attic's improvised bed and curl up against his back feeling the warmth of his body. You wish he'd wake up for a second, turn around and hug you instead of his big pillow; but even sharing the bed like this is fine.
Actually, it's more than fine. It's great.
His scent, his calm breathing, his relaxed nature. Yes, all of it, it's enough to make you happy and you can't help but whisper to your sleeping boyfriend a sincere "I love you", while you start to snooze yourself.
Even if Belphegor is slim, his back looks wide to you, and that's inviting somehow, so you run your hands gently on his shoulders and arms, trying not to wake him up but feeling the soft fabric of his favorite sweater and his defined muscles underneath it.
You nuzzle your face between his scapulae, taking in his addictive aroma. "I really, really love you"— you repeat, this time your whispers are less audible, as you start to find your eyes heavy, and your face expression turns lighter and relaxed.
"I want to spend my life sleeping next to you Belphie"— you think one last time before giving in to Belphegor's power.
A rumble under the sheets brings you back from the trance, though, and a well-known arm traps you: "When you say things like that, I can't sleep peacefully. Am I so alluring to you that you are willing to take advantage of me like that?"—. Though he jokes like the cocky brat that he is, you know his teasing is full of desire because you notice his growing heat: he has a mischievous grin while he gazes down on you bitting his lower lip, showing a familiar expectancy. Your hands lay on his chest, and you can also feel that his breathing becomes a little more rapid, and his heart's pounding faster with excitement. You know what he's thinking.
He lays a longing kiss in the corner of your lips, and when he separates his from you, his and your gasps reveal a burning urge to and for the other, —"I hate to admit how much you agitate me"—, he confesses between pecks —"I'm the Avatar of Sloth after all"—. You gasp silently, feeling Belphie drop multiple kisses all over your face and neck.
In his thousands of years, Belphegor has never given in to his lustful temptations so strongly. But you have changed that.
—"I could kiss you like this forever. I want to have you sleeping by my side for eternity".
Sharing these intimate moments in your not-so-secret space, chanting eternal love to one another, and sharing sloppy kisses makes Belphie realize how he can't live without you anymore. How was life before you again?, when you weren't melting in his arms?, when he wasn't thinking about you in-between dreams and real life?
As he feels your growing desire in your gasps against his mouth, Belphie understands something: although he was not one to believe that a contract like marriage could mean more than that, as he snakes his arms around you, gently topping you, and your warm hands caress his skin, slowly undressing him, he thinks he can finally understand why it means so much to so many people, specially humans: because you are so incredibly precious and fragile, and even if it's decades ahead, he will loose you one day. How can he show you the depth of his love while he has you by his side? He breaks the kissing to ask:
—"Would you like me to propose to you?"—
As always, there's no secrets between you two. He's always ready to say exactly how he feels and what he thinks, and drop it just as it is. Meanwhile, you are surprised, trying to process the question. But Belphegor kisses your lips passionately one more time, not giving you any more time to think.
Against your semi opened mouth, eyes closed, feelings the lust take over both of you, he finally responds: —"By the way, I love you too".
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