I'm going to apologise in advance.

This is the first time I have ever written anything for the Obey Me! fandom and I haven't been in the fandom for long either so I really hope I've been able to keep the brothers in-character.

This was also written in one hit at 3am, so I'm really sorry if it's a mess that makes no sense and is full of mistakes.

And thirdly, I'm sorry I'm not posting my name with this one shot, I'm not overly confident about it but maybe some day I'll feel confident enough to add it to my other works.

Thank you and I hope you enjoy this fanfiction :)

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~K'rasu

A Token Of Appreciation

"Something… nice?" Asmodeus stared at his younger brother in confusion, stopping mid-way through painting his finger nail.

"For Lucifer?" Satan added in disbelief as he pulled his eyes away from his book to arch an eyebrow.

"Yeah." Beelzebub nodded with a serious expression.

"Is that all? You said that this was an emergency family meeting, I'm missing the season finale of 'I Accidentally Opened A Portal To A Dungeon In Class And Now My Teacher Is A High Level Boss'." Leviathan groaned.

"Tch!" Satan gave a disgruntled snort as he turned his attention back towards his book, idly flipping the page over before he settled himself more comfortably on the sofa. "And why should we do something nice for that arrogant ass? Besides, his birthday was only a few weeks ago."

"Because he's our older brother and he's always looking out for us." Beelzebub answered simply. "We should show him some appreciation."

"You can't be serious?" Satan sighed.

"Well I think it's a good idea," Asmodeus chimed with a cheerful hum, "Lucifer's always ready to help us and he's always getting a certain brother out of trouble, why shouldn't we do something to thank him?"

"A certain brother?" Mammon whipped his head round to glare at Asmodeus. "Ya don't happen to be talking about me, do ya?"

"Well, if the shoe fits, dear." Asmodeus retorted with a sweet smile.

"I'll agree to anything as long as I can go back to my room sooner rather than later." Leviathan murmured as he shook his head wearily.

"Thanks," Beelzebub gave Lethiavan an appreciative smile.

"You can count The Great Mammon in!" Mammon grinned widely as he put his hands on his hips and puffed his chest out confidently.

"I'm surprised you're so on board considering the fact that Lucifer hung you from the chandelier in the entrance hall just this morning," Satan reminded Mammon.

"Maybe so, but when my little brothers are asking me for my help, who am I to say no?"

"No one actually asked for your help." Leviathan pointed out.

"S-shaddup will ya!"

"So that's Mammon, Levi, Asmo and Belphie," Beelzebub counted his brothers off on his fingers.

"Belphie?" Satan stared at the youngest brother in disbelief. "Even though you're a member of the Anti-Lucifer League?"

"Beel was adamant on doing something for Lucifer, so I couldn't say no." Belphie finally spoke up from his seat beside Satan.

Satan heaved a sigh as he slowly marked his page and closed the book in his lap, "well it looks like I haven't got a choice then. Okay Beel, what did you have in mind?"

"Um…" Beel shuffled on the spot slightly under the gaze of his brothers. "I'm not sure, maybe we could get him something he likes? Like an all-you-can-eat voucher for Hell's Kitchen?"

"That sounds more like something you like." Leviathan frowned.

"Ooh~!" Asmodeus piped up again. "How about a party? We can invite all of my adoring fans—"

"Aren't we supposed to be thinking of something that Lucifer would like?" Belphie pointed out with a yawn.

"Then how about we take him to a casino?" Mammon suggested. "I wonder if he'd pick red or black—"

"Are you trying to get strung up from the chandelier again?" Satan murmured, he rubbed his temples to ease the headache that was forming.

"Well I don't see you coming up with any ideas!"

The room quickly fell into chaos as the brothers began to argue between themselves — with the exception of Belphegor who had already given up on the conversation and closed his eyes.

"What on earth are you all making such a racket about?"

The curt voice was barely audible over the brothers' bickering, but it was enough to make them immediately fall silent and look towards the drawing room doors where Lucifer was stood.

"Well?" Lucifer raised an eyebrow at them as he folded his arms impatiently.

"It was Mammon's turn to take out the trash today." Leviathan blurted out the first thing that came to his mind.

"N-no way!" Mammon quickly played along. "I told ya that it was Asmo's turn!"

"I'm on bathroom duty today, don't drag me into your argument!" Asmodeus countered.

"Then it's Satan's turn for sure!"

"Unless you've forgotten, I'm cooking today." Satan shot at Mammon. "Why don't you just take responsibility for once instead of palming your jobs off on someone else?"

"Is this pick on Mammon day or something—?"

"Enough!" Lucifer cut across his brothers in an angry tone, silencing them again. "Mammon it's your turn to take out the garbage and how have you all forgotten that garbage day isn't until tomorrow? Satan's cooking, Asmo is cleaning the bathroom, Beel and Belphie are to do the shopping, and Levi, weren't you supposed to be dusting today?" Lucifer shook his head in exasperation. "Does that settle your argument?"

"Well that settles it! We can always count on you Lucifer," Asmodeus said with a smile at the eldest brother, "what would we do without you?"

"Good, now try to keep the noise down." Lucifer warned them all in a low voice before he disappeared over the threshold.

Leviathan peered out of the drawing room door for a moment after Lucifer left, before retracting back into the room and closing the door with a quiet snap.

"It looks like he's gone back to his study." Leviathan said as soon as the door was shut and he was sure that Lucifer couldn't hear them.

"How long was he standing there?" Beelzebub asked with a worrisome expression.

"Who knows?" Belphegor shrugged, slowly opening his eyes again and rejoining the conversation now that they had finished arguing. "Do you think he bought it?"

"Hopefully, that was some quick thinking, good job Levi." Satan heaved a sigh as he rubbed his neck. "I think I have an idea, everyone come closer," Satan beckoned the others towards him as he spoke in a quieter voice.

Lucifer frowned.

Something didn't feel right.

When went to the dining room for breakfast that morning, he had found all of his brothers talking among themselves in hushed voices, but they fell silent the moment he had walked into the room and excused themselves one by one shortly afterwards — leaving Lucifer to eat alone.

While he didn't mind the peace and quiet for once, Lucifer couldn't help but feel something nagging in that back of his mind.

Surely their argument yesterday wasn't that bad? But If they were still arguing, they wouldn't have been whispering to each other before I walked in? Perhaps they've simply found another reason to be angry at me instead?

He gave a weary sigh and had tried to push the thought to the back of his mind as he idly played with his food, somehow losing his appetite.

By mid-morning, Lucifer had already holed himself up in his study and buried himself in paperwork for Lord Diavolo.

He furrowed his brow as he set his pen down, sat back in his chair and listened carefully.

"It's quiet." He murmured to himself.

He had at least expected Mammon to come knocking on his door to try and explain away another pointless expense or Leviathan to come moaning to him about Satan slowing down the internet with cat videos and eBooks by now, but none of his brothers came to him nor could he hear their usual bickering.

As the hours ticked past, Lucifer's concern grew and grew, until he could no longer ignore it and curiosity got the better of him. He pushed himself out of his chair and left his study to wander around the House of Lamentation in search of his younger brothers, but every room he checked was empty.

"Even Leviathan?" Lucifer mused to himself as he opened the otaku's bedroom door. "Unless…" He quickly crossed the room, being careful not to accidentally knock over the small pile of manga next to the bathtub as he approached Leviathan's games consoles. "It doesn't look like they're stuck in a game," Lucifer concluded as he noted that all of the devices had been turned off, "at least that eliminates one headache." He added with a sigh of relief.

Before Lucifer could decide on his next move, he heard a small chime issue from his jacket pocket.

He pulled his D.D.D out of his pocket as glanced curiously at the banner notification on his lockscreen.

Text Message:

Diavolo

With another frown, Lucifer unlocked the device and opened the message.

Diaolo:

Hello, Lucifer!

Lucifer's D.D.D gave more successive chimes as more messages were delivered.

Diavolo:

I have acquired some Hell Rose Tea.

Diavolo:

And Barbatos has prepared some wonderful treats.

Diavolo:

So, why don't you come join me for tea?

Of all timing, this had to be the worst, but Diavolo always seemed to have bad timing.

Lucifer contemplated his answer for a moment before he typed out and sent a reply.

Lucifer:

Apologies, but I must decline.

No sooner had Lucifer locked the device and returned the D.D.D to his pocket, it let out another chime, making Lucifer suppress the urge to roll his eyes as he withdrew it once more to read the new message.

Diavolo:

Please, Lucifer.

"Persistent as always." Lucifer murmured to himself as his thumbs moved across the D.D.D screen. "I suppose it couldn't hurt for a little while."

Lucifer:

Fine. I'm on my way.

"I knew he wouldn't refuse if you asked," Satan chuckled down the phone, "thanks for your help, Lord Diavolo." Satan ended the call on his D.D.D with a triumphant smile. "That should get rid of Lucifer for a little while."

"Is it really okay to ask Lord Diavolo for a favour like that?" Leviathan asked.

"He seemed more than happy to help." Satan shrugged as he slipped his D.D.D into his trouser pocket and glanced down at the shopping bags at his feet. "Doesn't this seem like too much food?" He said with a frown.

"Not when you take Beel into account," Leviathan pointed out; jerking his thumb over his shoulder to the brother in question who was already snacking away on a princess's poison apple, "at this rate we'll be lucky to get even half of it home."

"We're back~!" Asmodeus's cheery voice called out as he, Mammon and Belphegor walk down the cobbled street towards them.

"We were supposed to meet up twenty minutes ago, where have you been?" Satan huffed in an impatient tone.

"Majolish has a whole new line of clothes and accessories, I couldn't pass up the chance to try a few on now, could I?"

"And check out this week's issue of Devil Style!" Mammon said excitedly as he pulled a glossy magazine out of the carrier bag he was holding. "Yours truly is on the front cover!"

Belphegor gave a yawn as he sat down on a nearby bench, "can we go home now? I'm tired."

Satan shook his head in disbelief, "you were supposed to get that record that Lucifer likes."

"You mean that soundtrack from the thing Levi's always on about, right?" Mammon waved off Satan's comment as he placed the magazine back in the bag and pulled out a vinyl instead. "Calm down, we got it."

"How did you even manage to find another cursed vinyl edition of The Tale

Of The Seven Lords soundtrack?" Leviathan asked with a look of awe on his face. "They stopped selling those centuries ago, to find one in such good condition, it must've cost you a fortune!"

"I know some demons who were able to get hold of a collector for me, this was the last one he had in stock too, after I told him who I was he was more than happy to reserve it for me — at a good price too," Satan explained as he carefully took the vinyl and inspected it closely. He glanced up to see that each of his brothers were staring at him. "Hm? Is something wrong?"

"Your connections are terrifying." Belphegor muttered under his breath.

"Huh?"

"So all that's left is the Demonus, right?" Asmodeus asked, quickly changing the subject.

"He likes vintage Demonus, right?" Mammon said in a thoughtful tone.

"That's right." Beel nodded, helping himself to another princess's poison apple. "I think I know just the place to get some."

Lucifer glanced up at the clock as he brought the teacup to his lips, taking a careful sip at the Hell Rose tea.

"— I was thinking of hosting it here at the castle, what do you think, Lucifer?"

Lucifer pulled himself out of his stupor in time to hear the end of Diavolo's sentence. He slowly lowered the teacup from his lips, placing it carefully back onto the saucer in his hand before he answered the prince's question.

"Of course, Lord Diavolo. I'd be happy to assist with any preparations for the event." Lucifer replied.

Diavolo surveyed Lucifer's face carefully as he took a sip from his own teacup, "you seem distracted, is there something on your mind? I'm happy to listen if you want to talk."

Lucifer remained silent for a moment while he weighed up his options before he spoke again, "you haven't heard from any of my brothers today, have you?"

Diavolo almost choked on his tea and tried to pass his coughs off with a nervous chuckle, "your brothers? No, did something happen?"

Lucifer gave the prince a calculating stare before he answered, "I haven't seen them all day, in fact, they were all eager to rush off after breakfast this morning. You wouldn't happen to know something, would you?"

"I'm afraid not." Diavolo gave another chuckle. "I'm sure they're fine, surely someone would have contacted you if something happened to them, right?"

"I suppose you're right." Lucifer nodded slowly.

"Ah, have you tried some of this cake yet?" Diavolo motioned towards a cake that had been topped with strawberries that was on the table between them. "Barbatos made it specially to box our tea."

Lucifer gave a small chuckle of his own and settled back in his chair more comfortably as he watched Diavolo eagerly cut a slice of cake and listened as Diavolo changed the subject once again to decoration ideas for the event he was planning — Diavolo was right, if something catastrophic had happened or if something warranted his immediate attention, surely someone would have contacted himself or Diavolo by now, so he was willing to push his worries aside, for the time being at least.

After hours of listening to the rest of Diavolo's ideas for the upcoming Devil Day party as well as discussing additional plans for the renovation of the Devildom and dealings with the Celestial Realm, Lucifer finally returned to the House of Lamentation.

As soon as he crossed over the threshold into the house, he was met with the sound of murmured voices and music.

Relief coursed through Lucifer as he recognised the sound of Leviathan's unmistakable yelp and Beelzebub's booming laugh.

He followed the sound of his brothers' voices until he reached the dining room where he was met with the sight of all six of his brothers gathered together, standing around the table that was ladened with dishes that Lucifer recognised; shadow swine offal, backstabbing sandwiches, Devildom stir-fry with toxic chameleon, hellfire curry rice, caramel shadow tarts, ghost pumpkin cream puffs, and even one of Barbatos's signature cakes.

His eyes slowly found a banner that had been put up that simply read 'Thank You, Lucifer!' in large blue letters — complete with crudely painted yellow stars and red swirls.

"Ah, Lucifer~!" Asmodeus beamed as he finally spotted the eldest brother. "Welcome home!"

"Welcome home, Lucifer!" The rest of the brothers echoed.

Lucifer remained rooted to the spot as he stared at his brothers with a mixture of shock and confusion.

"I don't understand, what's going on?" Lucifer finally managed to ask.

"It's a Lucifer appreciation party." Beelzebub grinned.

"A… Lucifer… appreciation party?" The eldest brother stared blankly at the others.

"That's right," Belphegor nodded with a small smile of his own, "to say thanks for everything."

Is this some kind of prank?

"Well don't just stand there!" Mammon chuckled as he ran forward and grabbed Lucifer by the arm, dragging the older brother further into the room excitably. "You're s'posed to be the star of the party."

Lucifer let Mammon pull him towards the table, where Satan pushed a glass of Demonus into his hand.

"Well then, a toast to our oldest brother; Lucifer," Asmodeus called out as he raised his own glass of Demonus, "for always being there for us!"

"And for always bailing us out of trouble!" Mammon added with a mischievous grin as he raised his own drink in unison with his brothers before taking a large swig.

"Come and have something to eat before the food gets cold," Beelzebub prompted between mouths of sandwiches.

"I think we're at more risk of you eating it all than the food going cold," Asmodeus sighed and shook his head, "just watching you eat that much give me indigestion."

"We've got presents for you too," Leviathan piped up as he approached Lucifer with brightly coloured gift wrapped packages.

As the night drew in, the brothers moved their party to the music room, where Leviathan and Belphegor had set up a movie with plenty of popcorn and more Demonus.

Barely half an hour after the movies had started, Lucifer felt something lean against him, he pulled his eyes away from the screen and glanced over to find Satan's head resting on his shoulder with his eyes closed.

Lucifer glanced about himself to find the rest of his brothers in a similar state. Beelzebub had fallen asleep on the other end of sofa while Belphegor had dragged all of the cushions onto the floor where he had curled up with his head resting on Asmodeus's lap who had been running his fingers through the youngest's hair before he too had fallen asleep, Mammon was sitting in an armchair where had propped his head up with his hand that was slowly slipping under his relaxed weight, and Leviathan was sitting on the floor at Mammon's feet where he had slumped against Mammon's legs.

Lucifer let out a small chuckle and reached for the phone in his jacket pocket, being careful not to disturb Satan as he moved.

I wonder what prompted them to do this.

Lucifer unlocked his phone and moved his thumb towards the camera feature, he paused for a moment as his eyes flitted towards the calendar instead.

June 20th? Ah, that explains it.

He gave a soft smile as he tapped on the camera and quickly snapped a picture to treasure the occasion, before he settled back more comfortably in his seat and let his own head fall against Satan's as he closed his eyes too.

It is Father's Day, after all.