#the shy face behind the lehenga

[the-doomed-witch]

my desi ass is gay-ing over desi wlw shaadis

[demonicheadcanons]

I was thinking about the arabian sidequest and how a lot of looks in otome makes at least one reference to middle eastern culture, and then I thought about East Asian, so then I was like, the brothers reactions to MC in a Lengha or saree, bonus if it's their colours as headcanons?

The Obey Me Brothers See MC in a Lehenga / Saree in their Colours

AN: This is a beautiful request!! Please let me know if anything I said is rude or disrespectful - I’ve grown up entirely in Ireland which isn’t a very diverse place. I also haven’t played the sidequest myself yet.

I tried my best to do some research on this though, to put in enough effort and to learn a bit more myself.

I mention alcohol briefly in Mammon’s, as a warning.

Scenario: Its a very special occasion in the Devildom - a party thrown by Diavolo - and MC has decided to wear a lehenga and saree for it, matching the colours of the specific brother. They’re already close but not necessarily a couple.

Lucifer

He comes to your room to collect you ahead of time as this is an occasion you absolutely can’t be late for. When you open the door, the usual, I’m-pissed-off-don’t-talk-to-me look on his face drops for half a second before he regains some rough approximation of it, raising an eyebrow. The colours are perfection, a deep red paired with a lovely velvety black. There are vague patterns he can’t quite make out, but its enchanting to look at.

He keeps you by his side as you two walk out to where he’s already gathered his brothers, and you catch him smirk when one of them makes a comment about how the two of you match - probably Belphie, punctuated with a yawn. He covers it up immediately, tells Belphie to be quiet, that you were all in too much of a hurry for such commentary.

He keeps glancing at you before the event officially starts, something dancing behind his eyes that isn’t usually there. Delight, you realise. He’s beaming and failing to hide it efficiently, and you hear Barbatos make some kind of joke or comment about it as he passes Lucifer his food, and Lucifer can only half frown at him as he shrugs it off.

He invites you to dance with him later, the first out of anyone to make an offer, confident as ever, and he doesn’t hide his smile when the two of you are twirling round the ballroom together. He talks, then, lets you know why he’s so uncharacteristically cheerful - you seem so confident and radiant, the outfit only adding to it. It suits you well, he says, proud gaze fixed on you. Not just the outfit but the confidence, how comfortable and happy you seem. And the colours, too, he notes cheekily.

Lucifer only vaguely asks about the cultural meaning behind it all. He listens intently when you talk about whatever you know of it, even if all you say is ‘Its an outfit we wear in India for more formal occasions’. He’ll go off and look into it more later, not one to directly show much curiosity about human customs, but he does love if you divulge small amounts of information with him that he wasn’t previously aware of, and he’ll remember everything you tell him in future.

His colder demeanor comes back later, but there’s still some new softness to him. When the two of you are alone, he subtly makes a comment about how you should wear whatever makes you most comfortable at any time - except at RAD, where you should continue to wear your uniform, obviously - because... you look much better with a smile. “Next time,” he mumbles, smirking at you and taking one of your hands in his, “you should try not to out-dress every demon in the room.”

Mammon

He’s... having issues, the second he half beats your door down trying to get you to hurry and come out or Lucifer will have his head, you’re supposed to be leaving in two minutes! You throw open the door and he freezes, before clearing his throat and taking a step back. You look kind of okay, he mumbles. Mammon turns sharply and leads the way towards his brothers, face red.

Mammon is quieter than usual, but defensive. He scowls at his brothers if they make comments he doesn’t like, but if you seem comfortable enough he won’t bark at them about it. He keeps glancing at you and he’s not so subtle about it because he simply doesn’t think to be.

He’s furious when you get to the party and people keep looking at you but also like. They should be? You look amazing? People absolutely should be admiring you but he doesn’t like it, but he does. He’s so torn, and he ends up by your side most of the time.

He settles down eventually after a few drinks, stops bristling and relaxes, and then he has this easy going smile on his face every time he looks at you. You look really good, have you ever considered modelling? This style of clothing isn’t common in the Devildom, and he’s really curious about it underneath his tsundere demeanor. The more he relaxes, the more questions he asks, and he listens with stars in his eyes, head tilted as he watches you intently.

“And did you match the Great Mammon on purpose?” he asks, puppy dog eyes boring into your soul. He still has an air about him, false confidence, happiness and awkwardness swirling together palpably, but he’s more honest than usual. He’s content, and so long as you’ll have him there, he’d like to stay by your side. Please.

[Others under the read more]

Leviathan

He doesn’t come to your room to collect you - its actually the other way about. He’d gotten too absorbed in ‘one last game’, dressed and ready and sitting loosely on the side of his bathtub bed, fully invested in completing this next level. He jolts when you tap on his door and gently click it open, blushes bright red as he stumbles over an apology and sits his controller down, and freezes completely when he finally takes in what you’re wearing.

The orange and blue go marvelously together, like the beach meeting the ocean, and his blush only deepens, his stutter so bad he decides to just clamp his jaw shut and follow you as you both head towards the front hallway.

Scowls at his brothers if they comment about his face or your outfit. Mammon grabs him and ruffles up his hair around his horns and his tail wags angrily as he tries to pull Mammon’s arm off him, to no avail. His tail continues to swish back and forth, the tip of it flicking angrily side to side throughout the whole event.

You’ll have to choose yourself to spend time with him at the party because otherwise he’s off on his own trying to find the quietest corner to hide in. He also doesn’t have the courage to approach you, not when so many eyes are on you. If you do seek him out, he’s flustered about it; shouldn’t you be spending your time, y’know, with literally anyone else right now? You tell him you’d rather be with him right now, and he gives this sad little half smile through his blush, like he doesn’t believe you but its comforting to hear nonetheless.

You two get into a conversation and somewhere in there he lets slip what he thinks about your outfit; it really suits you, and the colours feel like home to him. He pauses, covers his mouth with one hand, stares at you to try and gauge your reaction. You smile back at him, and he relaxes. He’s quieter about it all than a lot of the other brothers, too uncomfortable at the party and around people anyway, but he seems happy enough around you off in the corner, with your calming presence and comforting memories of the ocean to tide him over until you can both go home.

Satan

He doesn’t visibly react when you approach the brothers, ready to leave. Maybe slightly raises his eyebrows but just trails along beside you, striking up a conversation about something or other, the latest book he’s read or asking about a book he’s loaned to you, or a comment about the party and some people who will be there.

He’s more openly flirtatious than the other brothers, not one to keep his thoughts to himself. “You look delightful, by the way,” he says with his angelic smile, right before you enter Diavolo’s castle. “Did you intentionally match colours with me, I wonder?”

Its not a question to be answered, not right now at least - Lucifer opens the doors and Diavolo and Barbatos greet you all immediately, Satan walking towards the front of the crowd with a smirk to say his own greetings. He doesn’t bring it up again, not until after dinner and well into the party, when he asks if you’re free for the next dance, one hand held out towards you, inviting you towards the dance floor.

Satan talks then, properly. Says he’s glad that you’re here, that you make this whole thing more bearable than if he was stuck with his brothers. He’s calm, but his eyes betray his amusement. “Everyone has been watching you,” he notes, pretending to be thoughtful. “You really do look lovely in that outfit. Does it have any particular meaning or history behind it?”

He asks the most questions, and is (one of, because Asmo exists) the most forward, open with his comments and not shy with his affections where he can play it off in a flirtatious, almost joking manner. He means everything he says, but does worry you’ll reject him too much to actually expect anything back, and so satisfies himself by satiating his curiosities about the cultural background of the outfit. Like Lucifer, he’s delighted with any information you give him, but definitely presses for more if you’re vague. He’s not trying to be pushy, he just wants to know, and he’ll also go and look it up by himself after the party.

Asmodeus

“Oh!! You look amazing, honey!” he squeals, the second you walk out of your room. “And we match too! That means you have to stay with me the whole time, we’ll look like a cute couple! Just try not to steal my thunder, you look almost as good as me in that!”

Compliments, compliments, compliments. He does not stop gushing from the moment he sees you up until one of the brothers says something to distract him - Satan tells him his hair is a little off on one side and he needs to fix it before they get to the castle. They all think you look amazing but they are somewhat tired of hearing Asmo’s voice right now.

He sits directly beside you for the dinner and flirts openly and steadily, unless you seem to be uncomfortable, in which case he does back off a little. Simeon sits across from you two, per Lucifer’s request, so that if Asmo gets to be too much he can strike up a conversation and take the heat off you for a moment.

When the two of you are dancing he’s flirtatious but honest. His affections are somewhat more heartfelt, although still very charged. He asks if you feel more content dressing like this, and encourages you to do it more often. He also asks if you want to spend some time with him later - not like that, he laughs, when you roll your eyes or blush in response. He’d like to play dress up for a bit, try on some outfits, and maybe redesign your school uniform to add some interesting touches if you haven’t already incorporated your own style into it.

Beelzebub

He’s the least likely to react out of all the brothers. “You look very sweet, MC,” he says quietly, gentle smile and puppy dog eyes directed straight at you. He loves how the outfit sits on you, loves how you smile back at him. But unlike the other brothers, instead of striking up a conversation he’s content to simply keep an eye on you.

If you try to talk to him, he’ll respond, but he’s not one for words. Belphie joins in and it makes it a lot easier for him, and you can feel just how happy he is, but he’s too focused on the prospect of the big dinner at Diavolo’s party to be possessive or flirty at that moment.

Beel actually doesn’t even notice that the colours are his colours until after the meal when Belphie or Asmo points it out, and then he beams at you and gathers up the courage to invite you to dance with him. He’s enchanted by the way the fabric moves whilst you’re in his arms, and half bumps into Mammon because he’s too distracted to focus properly.

“I... hope you dress like this, more often,” he mumbles at one point, standing off to one side with you as you sip on a drink of something or other, his own cup empty. “You look nice.” He says something else under his breath, and you don’t quite catch it. Something about how he’d like if you dressed like that for him, not his brothers but for him, and for you too, of course.

Belphegor

He smirks when you wake him up in the attic (he’d been having one final nap before you had to go, and was almost hoping he’d be forgotten so that he wouldn’t have to go see Diavolo. With you being the one to come get him, and especially in that beautiful purple lehenga and saree, he’s not so upset anymore.)

He groans still, playfully pulling on your arm. “Just stay here and sleep with me,” he says, smirk twisting into a lopsided grin when you roll your eyes at his phrasing. “Fine, fine, I’ll get up.” He stands with a dramatic sigh and pauses to look at you properly. “It’d be a waste of such a pretty outfit if you stayed here only for me, right?”

Belphie doesn’t acknowledge what he said at all as he grabs your hand and heads off towards the door, dragging you along with him. He doesn’t let go until you’re nearing the front hall, doesn’t particularly mind if his brothers see his fingers intertwined with yours, and won’t pull away if you reach for his hand again. He’s content and relatively quiet if you do, walking hand in hand to Diavolo’s castle behind all of his brothers.

He doesn’t bring up the outfit again until you’re dancing, like some of his other brothers. He jumps between casually flirting and having a normal conversation, mischievous glint in his eyes as he watches your every reaction. He leans his head on your shoulder at one point, mumbles something about being too tired for all this nonsense, and then about how soft the saree is as he smoothes a hand over it gently, fingers coming to rest on your waist. The smirk doesn’t leave his face and he seems content, overall. “I’m glad it was you,” he half-whispers, then, hugging you. He doesn’t clarify what he means, simply smiles and dozes off there at the edge of the ballroom, still gently swaying to the music with his arms around you.