How do you feel about a cold blooded Seteth and Flayn cuddling up to Byleth on a cold winter night?
(Seteth is back with pure fluff >:"3 )
You’d be lying if it didn’t startle you when you felt the bed shift on your left, and then your right.
You were accustomed to Seteth coming to bed much later than you (somehow), but he only ever took his place on the left side of the bed.
There was already limited space, but it didn’t take long to rouse and shift when you realized there was not one, but two bodies quickly nuzzling into you for warmth.
It would be slightly alarming, if you didn’t find two heads of green hair cuddled up to you in the dark. At least they weren’t intruders.
“T-t-the fire, Father…shouldn’t w-we light it?”
“Yes, of course- just a moment-” Seteth’s voice was steadier than Flayn’s, who was currently curled into your chest.
The poor thing was trembling, something that did make your heart twist.
Seteth’s cooler temperature disappeared at your back, and you heard him shuffling in the dark, muttering something about the “damnable mountain cold”.
He mentioned before how this was typically a time where they would enter a period of hibernation, but ever since retaining their human forms in positions at the monastery, it had become terribly difficult to do so without causing suspicion.
So Flayn and himself suffered through the chill, despite how colder everything about them became; most terribly, their body temperatures.
They were bundled up more so than others, though it was futile.
The best way to get their warmth was by staying dangerously close to the hearths about the monastery, or through using Seteth’s personal heater.
Which, in this case, was his dear wife.
“A-a-are you s-sure she w-won’t mind?”
“Listen to yourself, child; you’re chattering through your teeth.” He sighed. There was the sound of a fire being started. Then it fizzled, and he cursed. Another attempt, and this time it took. Your eyes remained closed, amused by the sounds of poor Seteth trying his hardest to warm his family, and your stepdaughter shivering so pitifully beside you.
“If anyone would lete you sleep beside them, it is Byleth. She understands us better than anyone else.”
“A-a-and she d-d-does love us…” Flayn mumbled. You were glad your heartbeat was missing; it would have surely skipped a beat, alerting her that you were awake.
“Hush now. You’ll rouse her.” Seteth returned to the bed and quickly slipped under the blankets, pressing flush against your back. The tip of his nose touched your nape, cold as ice like the rest of him.
You worked so very hard to keep your breath even, welcoming the sudden chilliness that had permeated both sides of your body.
Flayn seemed to settle in quite quickly, thankfully, the sweet young woman curled tight into you and welcoming sleep now that the fire roared at her back.
You shifted just slightly, enough to alert your dear husband that you weren’t fully asleep.
“Forgive me, Byleth.” He whispered, kissing your shoulder chastely. “Flayn came to my office a shivering mess…I couldn’t think of a better way to warm her quickly.”
You nodded, tilting your head back to peak at him. A tired smile crossed your lips, welcoming another kiss on your cheek.
“I had a feeling…so long as you’re both keeping warm it’s fine.” You murmured back, touching his face. “You’re awfully cold, yourself.”
“Such is the nature of the beast.” He sighed, burrowing deeper into the blankets. “There aren’t enough furs in the world to keep me warm this time of year…I’d much rather be slumbering than conscious.”
“At least you don’t have to suffer alone.” You reassured him, weaving your fingertips through his soft hair. “I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if you disappeared for months to hibernate. I’d miss you an awful lot.”
“Hmm…” He laughed softly, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close to him. Flayn miraculously did not stir; a good, warm sleep was something she hadn’t had in a while, it seemed.
“Get some rest, dear. I know you have an early morning tomorrow.”
Seteth groaned. “Don’t remind me.”
“Sleep to forget, my love.” You giggled, the warmth quietly rebuilding as it circulated between the three of you. “At least you’ll be well rested.”
“Thanks to you.” He mumbled, nuzzling into you. “We love you dearly, Byleth. I hope you know that.”
“I do.” You hugged flayn close, and leaned into Seteth. “And I love you both just as much.”
It was a peaceful, restful night by the crackling hearth, the three of you earning a much-needed good night’s sleep.
The only trouble came in the morning when a blizzard struck outside; it took several tries before you could successfully peel either of them off you. And even then, it was with great indignance.
Do yall understand how much I love these little fuckin eggs? They’re so precious... just.. look at them.
LOOKIT THE LIL RUNNIN BOI! He’s on a mission! A mission to give you love!!!
And this boi? Ray gun of love, baby. He’ll shoot you, he has no mercy.
These bois supportin eachother? How precious.
He’s so excited!! Over all his love!!! He can’t contain it!!!
What did these bois do, huh? Why’s that one lookin so guilty?
So awkward, so simple... a Mood™
Naughty boi,,, The best boi,,,
And an innocent boi! He’s so happy! So oblivious!!!
And this poor, poor boi.... The biggest of moods... But the saddest of bois 😔 He will be missed.
Long post made short: I love the Egg Bois. They’re the best bois and high key? Thank you @vivziepop for blessing the world with these cute little bastards. They’re perfect plushie bait.
