Warnings: None. Gn reader. It's Christmasy.

Request: No.

Words: 563

“Are you sure this is a… Tradition of yours, Child of man?” Malleus stood as still as a statue as (Y/n) worked.

Sebek’s eyes went back and forth between (Y/n) and Malleus, the look on his face scrunching up with barely held back rage with every second that ticked by. The vein on his head looked like it was about to burst. Before he could snap and break them apart from each other and take off that god awful ‘decoration’ on his Young Master's head, Lilia quieted him with a hand over the mouth- the vampiric male looking as amused as ever.

“Of course it's tradition!” (Y/n) exclaimed, adjusting the garland wrapped poorly around Malleus' horns. They hung two glittery red bulbs from his horns, before standing back to admire their work. “Why do you doubt me?”

Malleus paused, looking around at Diasmonia. The dorm was looking very… colorful, a stark image to its usual look. He had insisted on celebrating this Christmas (Y/n) kept talking non-stop about as soon as the snow began falling. So today, on a dark and gloomy night everyone spent the day decorating and making cookies, and having cocoa.

“No.” He answered, ignoring the bulbs that jiggled on his horns when he tilted his head slightly. (Y/n) had gone out of their way to place them there, those ornaments could stay. At least until he slept.

He looked at the Christmas tree, decorated to the point the Christmas bulbs and lights could barely even stay on. “I believe I like this tradition of yours.”

“Holiday.”

(Y/n) corrected, looking over at the tree with him. Slowly, they leaned against Malleus, a smile warming their face. “It’s pretty, isn't it?” The question was answered before the words were even spoken. Yes, it was beautiful.

“Yes, well we still need to put the topper on, let's not forget!” Sebek squished between the two, separating the pesting human from his Young Master by a small distance, much to his enjoyment. “Young Master, would you like to do the honors?” Sebek held out the star to Malleus, who took it with a gentle hand.

“Hmph.. It is (Y/n)’s idea to celebrate Christmas. I will allow them the honors.” He passed the tree topper over to the human, before simply scooping them up and setting them in his shoulders- much to Sebek's heavy disapproval in the background- allowing (Y/n) the height to achieve placing the topper on the exceedingly tall tree.

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“Just wait until Christmas day, there’ll be presents everywhere.”

In the dim light of the living area, Malleus smiled against the rim of his mug, still warm in his hands.

He glanced up at the garland, still strewn around his horns and plopped on his head in a clumsy fashion. And yet, Malleus wouldn't have had it any other way than this. Sat cuddled up with his favorite person, in the silence of a peacefully warm home.

“I don't doubt it, child of man.”

He glanced over to see (Y/n), curled up against his side with their eyes closing. Setting down his cup on the stand nearby he adjusted the blanket around them, pulling them close to his chest. Oh how this measly human had managed to wrap him around their finger in such a short amount of time.

“Sleep well, (Y/n).”