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Christmas with Michael

a.n.: this is short and sweet but I haven’t put anything out in a HOT MINUTE so,,,,,, as per usual, brace yourself for the cringe

Christmas at the Oupost brought a homey atmosphere to a usually cold environment. The walls were given a warm glow by the Christmas lights strung to them.

One of the best parts of the decorated Oupost was the tree in the library. Michael insisted on having one, as “it wouldn’t be a true Christmas” without it.

To an outside eye, Michael Langdon would seem like the farthest thing from someone who would celebrate Christmas. The first time he suggested celebrating Christmas, you thought he was joking.

“Why not celebrate, Y/N? After everything that you all have been put through, I think it might be deserved.”

“Isn’t it… sac religious for you? I mean the son of the Devil celebrating Christmas seems like the epitome of irony.”

“Come one, Y/N. It would be fun. And, if I’m being completely honest with you, Christmas was one of the few times that my family and I truly got along.” The sincerity in Michaels voice was bittersweet.

“Alright, but I get to choose what goes on top of the tree.” You laughed.

“Not if I get there first!”

The two of you raced to get to the top of the staircase. There was a storage closest right next to the top of the stairs where the Warlocks kept Christmas decor from past years.

As soon as you reached the top, Michael trailing closely behind, you quickly opened the door and shut yourself in the room.

Looking around, you were able to find what you were looking for. A small silver star, perfect for the top of the tree.

The door handle began to jiggle.

“Y/N. Let me in.”

“Okay. But just so you know, I won far and square.”

You opened the door. Michael stayed in the door frame, leaning against it.

“Well since you had the blessing of choosing the tree topper, I get the blessing of asking you one simple favor.” He smirked. Michael loved to egg you on. You didn’t mind it though. After all, his mannerisms toward you always felt a bit seductive*.

“And what do I have the pleasure of doing for you?”

“This.” Michael pulled mistletoe out of his coat pocket and placed it over the two of you.

You rolled your eyes and moved closer. He pulled you in and lifted up your chin, and you placed a soft kiss to his lips.

Christmas was going to be fun.

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* ~ OH MY GOD IM SO SORRY FOR THIS ITS MAKING ME CRINGE BUT IM REALLY TRYJNG GUYS PLEASE FORGIVE ME FOR MY CrInGeYnEsS-