𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒏𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒅 (𝒇𝒊𝒄; 𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒚 𝒎𝒆)
Jan. 20th, 2023 05:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
subby_gamergrlTitle: Coming Unraveled
Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!
Rating: T
Summary: Raphael's latest fixation has him knitting odd gifts for everyone but Mephisto, much to the demon's disappointment, and when Raphael learns how hurt he is over not receiving something, he takes matters into his own hands.
“Wow! This is so cute!” exclaims Luke as he holds the scarf given to him aloft, marveling at all the pretty accents and celestial patterns knitted into its blue backdrop. He wraps it around his neck and beams back at Raphael. “It’s really warm, too! Now I’ll be able to play with the Yetis!”
Smiling gently back at him, Raphael kneels to adjust the garment properly around Luke’s neck. “I’m surprised that it turned out so well myself, actually. I haven’t been knitting for long, so it was good practice for me.”
Luke puckers his mouth into a perfect ‘o’ in awe. “I wish I could knit! It looks like a lot of fun!”
“It also requires patience,” Raphael explains as he stands up again. “Truth be told, I learned what I now know from a Deviltube video series. Just took it from there.”
“You’ve always been good at things like that,” Simeon adds as he walks back into the commons room with a tray of sweets for everyone. “Picking up hobbies and mastering them so quickly, I mean.”
Thirteen corrects him, “At least those involving a delicate touch. He sucks at video games.”
Raphael shrugs and agrees, “With sewing and knitting, I can be of some use. Video games hardly have any practical life applications aside from entertainment.”
“Now, now,” Simeon says and comes between them with his hands raised. “Let’s not have any arguing.”
“None here. I was agreeing with her,” Raphael states and remembers suddenly, fishing something else from his canvas bag. “Reminds me: I also knitted something for you, Thirteen.”
Feeling a little rotten now, Thirteen’s eyes widen and she accepts the gift with a nervous smile. “I was just messin’ with you.”
Raphael looks up with a hum, “I know. You do that with everyone.”
“A scrunchie?” Thirteen turns the hair tie over in her hands. “How did you get so many colors into it? Must have taken a lot of yarn…”
“Not really,” Raphael answers. “I used a multi-colored yarn and tried to incorporate colors you’d normally have in your present wardrobe. It was good practice because of how small it is.”
Touched, Thirteen slips the scrunchie around her left wrist and admires how the acrylic yarn shimmers in the lamp light. “That was sweet of you, Raph. Thanks.”
Raphael nods and offers a half-smile in lieu of a response.
All the while, no one takes notice of the demon sitting on a chaise-lounge against the wall with a book in hand as he watches the sappy spectacle with jealousy burning in his eyes. Unaware of it even himself, he simply harrumphs and continues reading.
It’s two days later when Raphael wanders into the living room with more queer objects poking out of his bag. Simeon, Solomon and Asmodeus are here this time and he deems it the perfect occasion to give away more of his handiwork.
“Thank you,” Simeon murmurs with his eyes narrowed fondly and his lips curled into a smile. The scarf draped over his shoulders matches the one Luke has and the smaller angel couldn’t be more thrilled. “We’ll really turn some heads with these, huh, Luke?”
Luke drags him over by the hand and whips out his phone. “Let’s take a selfie together! I wanna show Barbatos!”
Solomon revels at how much Raphael has knitted in such a few short days. “Your newest hyper-fixation seems to be going well. I’m impressed by the craftsmanship of your work.”
“Mittens are easy to make,” Raphael admits, “and the rest of you is covered, so I just assumed you were cold all the time. If not, then it’s my error.”
“No, no. I like them,” Solomon chirps with a mischievous grin. “Not as much as Asmo loves his new collar, though.”
Asmo rolls his eyes and corrects him, “It’s a choker, you weirdo.”
“Looks nice on you,” Raphael remarks. “Goes well with your choice of outfit, and since you tend to dress in a more feminine style, I thought it would be a useful accent piece.”
“Aw, you are so sweet and thoughtful now, Raphie!” Asmo points out and stands up to tap his nose in a playful manner. “Being down here in the Devildom has changed you for the better! You’ve needed a vacation away from that awful Michael for the longest time, haven't you?”
Raphael thinks for a moment. “I wouldn’t go as far as calling him awful, but yes, it can be strenuous working under him seeing as how ridiculous his demands can be at times. Although he can’t be faulted entirely for his off-putting personality because of how little he gets out.”
“The fact that you still elect to follow him is beyond me,” Mephisto finally pipes up from his usual spot on the chaise-lounge. “Lord Diavolo is a much more benevolent ruler and the state of our realm directly reflects it.”
Throwing a deadpan glance the demon’s way, Raphael adds, “He also does things on a whim without first considering the sentiments of his subjects. I’ve observed the odd requests he makes of Lucifer, as a good example, and I can hardly say that my ex-brother enjoys fulfilling them.”
“Hah! Lucifer does everything with little to no enthusiasm because he’s only out to satisfy his own selfish desires!” Mephisto exclaims and stands up, tossing his book onto the chaise-lounge behind him. “You’ll not speak ill of Lord Diavolo while I’m present!”
Thirteen mutters to Luke beside her on the couch, “Is it me or are his panties in a bunch about nothing?”
Raphael heaves a sigh. “Is raising your voice necessary? I agreed with you and made an additional observation is all.”
“You – “
“Enough,” Simeon bellows and stands between them. “Both of you make good points and we’ll leave it at that. As our dorm’s appointed RA, I’ll allow no arguing or squabbling inside the building. Take it elsewhere.”
Mephisto has this wounded look in his eyes that Raphael only glimpses for a moment, but he could have sworn he saw that same glance two days ago when he gave Luke and Thirteen their handmade gifts. Could it be…?
No.
Not Mephistopheles.
Still, Raphael thinks with a little frown, the possibility exists.
His pet project needs to come along a little quicker than he anticipates if that’s the case.
Three days later, after classes let out for the day, Raphael hunts down Mephisto in the courtyard and catches him by calling for him at first. When that doesn’t work, he jogs up to the demon and grabs him by the coat sleeve to get him to stop.
“What do you want?” Mephisto growls and glowers back at him.
Narrowing his eyes, Raphael manages to shepherd Mephisto over to a bench and set him down. “I wanted to give you something.”
Mephisto huffs and rolls his eyes, but once he realizes that Raphael also knitted something for him, he can’t help the elation rising within his chest. Little flutters buzz around his stomach and his left leg starts involuntarily bouncing.
“It took longer to make than the others,” explains Raphael as he pulls the gift from his bag. “Otherwise, I would have given it to you days ago. Here.”
A sweater with images of horses and the crest of Mephisto’s house emblazoning it is thrust into his arms. The demon just sits there with a wide-eyed, stunned look.
Raphael also points out, “Yours was the most challenging to knit, but I think I did a decent job.”
“I…” Mephisto stammers.
Placing his hand on top of Mephisto’s leg to calm it, Raphael whispers, “I didn’t know you’d feel angry or jealous about receiving your gift later than the others.”
Mephisto immediately retorts, “J-Jealous?! That’s ridiculous.”
“No more ridiculous than Diavolo giving Lucifer a piggyback ride around the campus today,” Raphael murmurs and receives the slightest smile in turn. “It’s okay. I won’t tell anyone if that’s what you want.”
Normally, any other angel or demon would leap at the chance to blackmail a noble of his standing. Mephisto has always admired that oddball humility of Raphael’s and he attributed it to working under a weirdo like Michael for so many centuries. Diavolo had his own set of quirks, to be sure, and Mephisto couldn’t refute the things Raphael said about him.
“I apologize,” Mephisto says at length. “My behavior has been erratic these past few days.”
Raphael smiles and hums, “Uh-huh.”
Feeling the soft material between his fingers, Mephisto smiles at last himself and adds, “You did a splendid job on it, but I have to ask: how did you know my measurements?”
“Oh, that,” Raphael mutters. “I may or may not have creeped one of your shirts from the laundry.”
Mephisto narrows his eyes with feigned distaste. “I think Michael is starting to rub off on you more than you realize. It’s a good thing you transferred to RAD when you did.”
Raphael looks up with a wide-eyed stare of his own.
“I have some Demonus in my dorm room,” Mephisto says and stands up, offering a hand to help Raphael up as well. “It should be ample payment for the sweater and I won’t accept any refusal.”
“What kind of Demonus?” Raphael asks with an excited lilt in his voice.
Mephisto grins back at him, all teeth. “Cloudy lizard’s egg, your favorite.”
Unaware of the saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth, Raphael shamelessly chases after Mephisto until he catches up to him. “What if Simeon finds out? Our dorm is supposed to be dry on class days.”
“He’ll only find out if one of us tell him,” Mephisto whispers, tempting the angel further into sin. “Otherwise, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. It’s only one bottle.”
Raphael mulls it over a moment and grasps the hem of Mephisto’s coat. “Not enough to make us drunk and just this one time, right?”
Mephisto turns and leans in to tap Raphael’s nose. “Yes, of course. Just this once.”
If Raphael were still in the Celestial Realm, he’d never even entertain the idea of going against the Cardinal Virtues by deceiving a brother angel. This is the Devildom, though, he reasons with himself. It also wouldn’t be kind to refuse such a generous offer, especially given how sensitive Mephisto was about the whole affair.
So, he wrestles with his own morality, he’d just have to indulge the demon this once so as not to hurt his feelings any further.
“All right,” Raphael agrees with a little reluctance. “Only because you’ll be sad and lonesome otherwise, though.”
Color leaps across Mephisto’s face and he coughs into his fist to hide the weird little noise he makes afterwards. Offering his arm to Raphael, he mutters, “Let’s get going already. Don’t have all night.”
Raphael links their arms without protest and adds for him, “We actually do have all night.”
“Shut up,” Mephisto grunts and pulls the angel flush against his side as if they were lovers. “Smartass.”
Laughing softly, Raphael shrugs and lets the demon proudly continue to lead the way home.
Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!
Rating: T
Summary: Raphael's latest fixation has him knitting odd gifts for everyone but Mephisto, much to the demon's disappointment, and when Raphael learns how hurt he is over not receiving something, he takes matters into his own hands.
“Wow! This is so cute!” exclaims Luke as he holds the scarf given to him aloft, marveling at all the pretty accents and celestial patterns knitted into its blue backdrop. He wraps it around his neck and beams back at Raphael. “It’s really warm, too! Now I’ll be able to play with the Yetis!”
Smiling gently back at him, Raphael kneels to adjust the garment properly around Luke’s neck. “I’m surprised that it turned out so well myself, actually. I haven’t been knitting for long, so it was good practice for me.”
Luke puckers his mouth into a perfect ‘o’ in awe. “I wish I could knit! It looks like a lot of fun!”
“It also requires patience,” Raphael explains as he stands up again. “Truth be told, I learned what I now know from a Deviltube video series. Just took it from there.”
“You’ve always been good at things like that,” Simeon adds as he walks back into the commons room with a tray of sweets for everyone. “Picking up hobbies and mastering them so quickly, I mean.”
Thirteen corrects him, “At least those involving a delicate touch. He sucks at video games.”
Raphael shrugs and agrees, “With sewing and knitting, I can be of some use. Video games hardly have any practical life applications aside from entertainment.”
“Now, now,” Simeon says and comes between them with his hands raised. “Let’s not have any arguing.”
“None here. I was agreeing with her,” Raphael states and remembers suddenly, fishing something else from his canvas bag. “Reminds me: I also knitted something for you, Thirteen.”
Feeling a little rotten now, Thirteen’s eyes widen and she accepts the gift with a nervous smile. “I was just messin’ with you.”
Raphael looks up with a hum, “I know. You do that with everyone.”
“A scrunchie?” Thirteen turns the hair tie over in her hands. “How did you get so many colors into it? Must have taken a lot of yarn…”
“Not really,” Raphael answers. “I used a multi-colored yarn and tried to incorporate colors you’d normally have in your present wardrobe. It was good practice because of how small it is.”
Touched, Thirteen slips the scrunchie around her left wrist and admires how the acrylic yarn shimmers in the lamp light. “That was sweet of you, Raph. Thanks.”
Raphael nods and offers a half-smile in lieu of a response.
All the while, no one takes notice of the demon sitting on a chaise-lounge against the wall with a book in hand as he watches the sappy spectacle with jealousy burning in his eyes. Unaware of it even himself, he simply harrumphs and continues reading.
It’s two days later when Raphael wanders into the living room with more queer objects poking out of his bag. Simeon, Solomon and Asmodeus are here this time and he deems it the perfect occasion to give away more of his handiwork.
“Thank you,” Simeon murmurs with his eyes narrowed fondly and his lips curled into a smile. The scarf draped over his shoulders matches the one Luke has and the smaller angel couldn’t be more thrilled. “We’ll really turn some heads with these, huh, Luke?”
Luke drags him over by the hand and whips out his phone. “Let’s take a selfie together! I wanna show Barbatos!”
Solomon revels at how much Raphael has knitted in such a few short days. “Your newest hyper-fixation seems to be going well. I’m impressed by the craftsmanship of your work.”
“Mittens are easy to make,” Raphael admits, “and the rest of you is covered, so I just assumed you were cold all the time. If not, then it’s my error.”
“No, no. I like them,” Solomon chirps with a mischievous grin. “Not as much as Asmo loves his new collar, though.”
Asmo rolls his eyes and corrects him, “It’s a choker, you weirdo.”
“Looks nice on you,” Raphael remarks. “Goes well with your choice of outfit, and since you tend to dress in a more feminine style, I thought it would be a useful accent piece.”
“Aw, you are so sweet and thoughtful now, Raphie!” Asmo points out and stands up to tap his nose in a playful manner. “Being down here in the Devildom has changed you for the better! You’ve needed a vacation away from that awful Michael for the longest time, haven't you?”
Raphael thinks for a moment. “I wouldn’t go as far as calling him awful, but yes, it can be strenuous working under him seeing as how ridiculous his demands can be at times. Although he can’t be faulted entirely for his off-putting personality because of how little he gets out.”
“The fact that you still elect to follow him is beyond me,” Mephisto finally pipes up from his usual spot on the chaise-lounge. “Lord Diavolo is a much more benevolent ruler and the state of our realm directly reflects it.”
Throwing a deadpan glance the demon’s way, Raphael adds, “He also does things on a whim without first considering the sentiments of his subjects. I’ve observed the odd requests he makes of Lucifer, as a good example, and I can hardly say that my ex-brother enjoys fulfilling them.”
“Hah! Lucifer does everything with little to no enthusiasm because he’s only out to satisfy his own selfish desires!” Mephisto exclaims and stands up, tossing his book onto the chaise-lounge behind him. “You’ll not speak ill of Lord Diavolo while I’m present!”
Thirteen mutters to Luke beside her on the couch, “Is it me or are his panties in a bunch about nothing?”
Raphael heaves a sigh. “Is raising your voice necessary? I agreed with you and made an additional observation is all.”
“You – “
“Enough,” Simeon bellows and stands between them. “Both of you make good points and we’ll leave it at that. As our dorm’s appointed RA, I’ll allow no arguing or squabbling inside the building. Take it elsewhere.”
Mephisto has this wounded look in his eyes that Raphael only glimpses for a moment, but he could have sworn he saw that same glance two days ago when he gave Luke and Thirteen their handmade gifts. Could it be…?
No.
Not Mephistopheles.
Still, Raphael thinks with a little frown, the possibility exists.
His pet project needs to come along a little quicker than he anticipates if that’s the case.
Three days later, after classes let out for the day, Raphael hunts down Mephisto in the courtyard and catches him by calling for him at first. When that doesn’t work, he jogs up to the demon and grabs him by the coat sleeve to get him to stop.
“What do you want?” Mephisto growls and glowers back at him.
Narrowing his eyes, Raphael manages to shepherd Mephisto over to a bench and set him down. “I wanted to give you something.”
Mephisto huffs and rolls his eyes, but once he realizes that Raphael also knitted something for him, he can’t help the elation rising within his chest. Little flutters buzz around his stomach and his left leg starts involuntarily bouncing.
“It took longer to make than the others,” explains Raphael as he pulls the gift from his bag. “Otherwise, I would have given it to you days ago. Here.”
A sweater with images of horses and the crest of Mephisto’s house emblazoning it is thrust into his arms. The demon just sits there with a wide-eyed, stunned look.
Raphael also points out, “Yours was the most challenging to knit, but I think I did a decent job.”
“I…” Mephisto stammers.
Placing his hand on top of Mephisto’s leg to calm it, Raphael whispers, “I didn’t know you’d feel angry or jealous about receiving your gift later than the others.”
Mephisto immediately retorts, “J-Jealous?! That’s ridiculous.”
“No more ridiculous than Diavolo giving Lucifer a piggyback ride around the campus today,” Raphael murmurs and receives the slightest smile in turn. “It’s okay. I won’t tell anyone if that’s what you want.”
Normally, any other angel or demon would leap at the chance to blackmail a noble of his standing. Mephisto has always admired that oddball humility of Raphael’s and he attributed it to working under a weirdo like Michael for so many centuries. Diavolo had his own set of quirks, to be sure, and Mephisto couldn’t refute the things Raphael said about him.
“I apologize,” Mephisto says at length. “My behavior has been erratic these past few days.”
Raphael smiles and hums, “Uh-huh.”
Feeling the soft material between his fingers, Mephisto smiles at last himself and adds, “You did a splendid job on it, but I have to ask: how did you know my measurements?”
“Oh, that,” Raphael mutters. “I may or may not have creeped one of your shirts from the laundry.”
Mephisto narrows his eyes with feigned distaste. “I think Michael is starting to rub off on you more than you realize. It’s a good thing you transferred to RAD when you did.”
Raphael looks up with a wide-eyed stare of his own.
“I have some Demonus in my dorm room,” Mephisto says and stands up, offering a hand to help Raphael up as well. “It should be ample payment for the sweater and I won’t accept any refusal.”
“What kind of Demonus?” Raphael asks with an excited lilt in his voice.
Mephisto grins back at him, all teeth. “Cloudy lizard’s egg, your favorite.”
Unaware of the saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth, Raphael shamelessly chases after Mephisto until he catches up to him. “What if Simeon finds out? Our dorm is supposed to be dry on class days.”
“He’ll only find out if one of us tell him,” Mephisto whispers, tempting the angel further into sin. “Otherwise, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. It’s only one bottle.”
Raphael mulls it over a moment and grasps the hem of Mephisto’s coat. “Not enough to make us drunk and just this one time, right?”
Mephisto turns and leans in to tap Raphael’s nose. “Yes, of course. Just this once.”
If Raphael were still in the Celestial Realm, he’d never even entertain the idea of going against the Cardinal Virtues by deceiving a brother angel. This is the Devildom, though, he reasons with himself. It also wouldn’t be kind to refuse such a generous offer, especially given how sensitive Mephisto was about the whole affair.
So, he wrestles with his own morality, he’d just have to indulge the demon this once so as not to hurt his feelings any further.
“All right,” Raphael agrees with a little reluctance. “Only because you’ll be sad and lonesome otherwise, though.”
Color leaps across Mephisto’s face and he coughs into his fist to hide the weird little noise he makes afterwards. Offering his arm to Raphael, he mutters, “Let’s get going already. Don’t have all night.”
Raphael links their arms without protest and adds for him, “We actually do have all night.”
“Shut up,” Mephisto grunts and pulls the angel flush against his side as if they were lovers. “Smartass.”
Laughing softly, Raphael shrugs and lets the demon proudly continue to lead the way home.
