(y/n) woke up just before dawn and looks down at the tan arm curled around her waist and tufted tail draped over her, she smiles as she feels Red Son nuzzle her neck in his sleep and cuddles in to enjoy the affection. This moment is disturbed by the raising sun rays coming in and waking Red Son up. After yawning, he turns to his lover, still half asleep.
Red Son: Morning, my beautiful Snowflake.
(Y/n): Morning, my handsome Firebird. How are your injuries?
Red Son: Almost fully healed, my ankle is a little sore, but it shouldn't be too painful to walk on.
They share a kiss and begin their morning routine. (Y/n) helps Red Son brush his long red hair, his tail curled around her (non-dominant) arm and his ears relaxed. Once she's done, he returns the favor, this isn't necessary, but it's something they both enjoy, it's a form of bonding. After they both brushed their teeth, (y/n) gets dressed while Red Son takes a hot lava bath. As she waits for Red Son, (y/n) was met with Princess Iron Fan holding a photo album and a smirk on her face.
(Y/n): Good morning, Princess Iron Fan. What's that?
Princess Iron Fan: Good morning, dear. I thought it was time I showed you Red Son's baby pictures.
(Y/n) can't help but giggle at the thought of Red Son's reaction, she always thought he was adorable when he was flustered, and his mother was very good at making him flustered. The demon women look at the photo album, with (y/n) cooing over how cute Red Son was as a baby until Red Son walks in, fixing his hair up in it's usual ponytail.
Red Son: Oh, there you are, darling. I was looking everywhere for - *he notices the photo album and instantly recognizes it, his face flushes the same shade of red as his hair, which is aflame* M-Mother... You didn't...
(Y/n): You were so adorable as a baby, Red!
Princess Iron Fan: *smirking at her son* See? She likes them.
Poor Red Son is so flustered that he can't form a complete sentence, this just makes (y/n) giggle and get up and affectionately caress his cheek, steam rising from her cold meeting his heat.
(Y/n): You're so cute when you get so flustered you stutter.
She gently kisses the X scar on his other cheek, effectively short-circuiting his brain.
(Y/n): *noticing he's completely frozen up* Oops, I think I broke him.
Princess Iron Fan: He'll be fine in a bit. Poor boy still isn't use to intimate affection. Help me with breakfast before DBK wakes up, Red Son should be fully functional again by then.
(Y/n): Yes ma'am.
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