Hi o/ um, if you're still taking requests, maybe Zero and a male reader putting up decorations for the holidays?, though gender neutral is fine too if you're not too comfortable with that ^^ and if you're not, my bad, hope you're having a lovely day!! (Also, sorry, I didn't know if I had to be on anon or not, so, apologies if I got it the wrong way around ")
SUMMARY: you and zero put up holiday decorations in red army headquarters together.
WARNINGS: none!! :D
COMMENTS: anon you're the best. anon i love you. anon of course i can write you a male reader. thank you for requesting zero i love him
Box after box is brought up out of the Red Army’s storage room as the army prepares for the holidays. King Lancelot had addressed the soldiers himself a few hours prior after waking everyone up at the crack of dawn. He’d stressed the severity of the situation, that the headquarters had been festive and decorated by the time the sun set. He divided everyone up into groups, with Jonah’s group handling the barracks, Edgar’s group handling the outdoors, and Zero's group handling the main interior.
Kyle, looking very happy with himself, was ordered to do as he saw fit after complaining about how he had nobody to lead, so therefore should not have a group.
With a swoosh of Lancelot’s cape, he was gone to make his own preparations for the holiday, and the entire courtyard scrambled to fulfill his orders.
“Oh—! Hold on, that goes over here! That garland wouldn’t match the ones in the other hallway!” you call out, stopping one of Zero’s men as he struggles to wrangle the garland.
“I see...thank you sir!” he salutes you, nearly dropping the garland on the carpet.
Pine needles decorate the floor and you wince when you think about the vacuuming that will follow this decorating session. Still, you gather up the garland in your arms and the soldier goes rushing back for more.
“Do you need any help with that?” Zero asks, popping up behind you.
“No, I’ve got it. Thank you.” you offer him a smile, carrying it over to the stepladder at the far end of the hall. All around you, men are rushing across increasingly messy carpets, shouting orders and inquiries to each other. It would be a bit disorienting if you weren’t already used to this, and you have a feeling that's why Zero’s sticking so close.
He’s so sweet. You really are the luckiest guy in the world.
“Just let me know if you need anything, okay?” Zero says softly, reminding you that he’s always here for you, even if it’s something as trivial as decorating a hallway.
“You’re so sweet.” you find yourself smiling so much your cheeks hurt, and so you lean down to kiss him.
The moment your lips land on his forehead is the moment Zero freezes, his eyes wide and lips parted. You see those parted lips curving up into a smile as you pull away, light and love flooding into his eyes.
“You’re sweeter.” he says in return, offering you a hand when you finish putting up the garland.
Both of you know you don’t need help, but he still offers, and you still take his hand. You used to think being this affectionate with each other was a bit embarrassing, but now that you’re older and you've been with Zero for a while, you know your only real threat is Edgar.
And even then, it’s all out of love.
“No,” you say, leaving no room for argument as you pull your lover into your embrace, “You’re sweeter.”
