Obey Me! x Reader

🎄Simeon x Trans!Fem!Reader

"A tail warmer?"

"Exactly! I feel like Leviathan could appreciate something like that."

I give Simeon a nod, already beyond amused at his explanation of gifts for the brothers.

"He'll be especially happy since you're making it," I take a seat, wondering what he's thinking for the other brothers.

"I'd like for you to get started on crocheting horn sweaters for Luci."

It takes everything in me not to snort aloud at the thought. "Horn sweaters."

"He'll probably never wear them, but he won't throw them out if he knows you made them."

"I think," I grin, "I could get him to wear them. Not in front of everyone, but I could persuade him to try them on."

Simeon laughs, "Oh to be a fly in that room, when Lucifer falls victim to a pretty human's whims."

"Poison is often disguised in beauty," I pull out the plans for Lucifer's horn sweaters. "How do you know the measurements of his horns?"

"Mammon sold the details to me."

"Of course he did."

The room falls to silence as I start to crochet, following his adjustments. The blue yarn is soft and will definitely trap some heat, keeping his horns warm. Maybe?

"How do demon horns work? Do they get cold?" I ponder aloud.

"I believe it's a bit different from demon to demon, some research in the library and from Solomon suggests most have at least some feeling in their horns, or at least that heat can escape through the roots. Not that it really matters, since demons are so hardy, but I feel it's the thought that counts."

"Definitely!"

"I think I'll make wing sweaters for Mammon," Simeon thinks aloud. "It's hard, because I don't want to give them all the same thing."

"Would you like some advice on that?"

"Of course," he meets my eye. "You've got some insight on how to distinguish their presents from one another."

"Alright, so. Keep Lucifer's and Satan's presents pretty different. Maybe a tail warmer for Satan, but keep it a different colour from Levi's; I'd suggest Wrath Green or black. Also his tail is ridged, so you may need someone to take his measurements as well. I'll do it if you'd like, Mammon's prices are steep. And he'd probably get punted into next century.

"If you're going to go with wing warmers for Mammon, I'd suggest going with horn warmers for Asmo. Or maybe gloves, or a scarf. He's picky about his horns. If you really want to make them both wing warmers, make sure they're both different styles and colours, since they don't get along too great.

"As for Beel, I actually don't know all that much about his wings, I'd assume that he probably shouldn't wear anything over them, but I could ask him. Horns is a safer bet.

"Belphie will adore an ultra soft tail warmer."

Simeon let's out a low whistle. "You sure know your demons."

I shrug. "I know my humans, too... And my angels."

He blushes a bit at that, his dark skin flushed as he keeps his hands busy crocheting. "Your angels, huh. What'll you get Luke?"

"He's been wanting a new human-world-style mixer, but Barb is getting that for him, so I'll be getting him some attachments for it, and a new set of baking scrapers and spatulas."

Simeon pauses. "And me?"

"Would you like for me to tell you now or leave it as a surprise?"

He lets out an undecided hum. "Perhaps a hint?"

"Let's get this crochet done first, then we'll talk, my angel."

"Awwh how you wound me," Simeon teases.

"This is a lot to crochet," I bemoan the amount of work he's set us up for. "How are we going to get it all done?"

"That's why I asked you to split the presents with me," Simeon sighs.

"Sounds good," I let the silence drag for a moment. "So what are you giving me for Christmas?" I lean forward, still looping and pulling the yarn.

"I was thinking a skirt."

"Ohh?"

"Yeah, I was thinking one that's black trimmed, but has the brothers' colours in panels on it."

My chest feels a little tight, my heart swelling. "Oh, that sounds lovely, Simeon," I meet his smile.

"I'm glad you think so. I was thinking of making it the trans flag, but I decided this was more personal for you."

"You're really sweet," I can't help but beam at him.

"Now tell me what you're getting me," his hands fall still, a smile on his face.

"Once we finish crocheting, angel."

"Just angel?"

"My angel."