Warm Snow (Bacciami-verse): Step Into Your Shoes
Title: Step Into Your Shoes
Fandom: Warm Snow ( Bacciami verse)
Pairing: Val/Eyn
Genre: Humor/Romance
Rating: K+
Summary: Val was starting to regret even entertaining the idea.
Notes: Written for iu_fanfiction WC # 43: Kink | Prompt: crossdressing | Val and Iris are my characters, Eyn belongs to drifting_anima
I don't even know what I'm doing anymore XD
Val stared at the mirror for about a minute. Two minutes. Five more.
“How long do you plan on being a statue?”
His left eye twitched at Iris’ question from beside him. He could easily pick out the teasing and slightly derisive tone in his friend’s voice. It made him want to lash out and hid under a rock at the same time.
A flash went off, making him turn to Iris with an annoyed growl. “If this is for blackmail…” he trailed off, the warning more than enough, considering all the things he’s capable of doing (none of which he would actually make use of, as both of them were aware).
Iris waved her hand in dismissal. “This is for my personal collection. You can’t really deny a woman her memories of her little brother, can you?”
The redhead felt like he should be miffed since they weren’t even remotely related but, damn it, when she put it like that-
“If anyone else sees that, I’m not gonna make you your favorite pralines anymore,” he muttered, the only condition he could put up against the middle-aged nurse at this point. “Ever.” No, he wasn’t pouting at all, because guys don’t pout, no, they don’t-
Another flash blinded him. He cursed Iris under his breath in Italian.
“Language, my dear.”
He was starting to regret ever asking her for help.
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As Eyn pushed open the front door to her apartment, she wondered what Val prepared for dinner (she refused to think she was taking advantage of his kindness because he really enjoyed cooking for other people too much). When she called out, “I’m home!” and got silence as an answer, she remembered with disappointment that he was supposed to be in a meeting with his boss today. So, she headed for the kitchen, trying to recall what was left of her food supplies. She was pretty sure it was still stocked enough that she could whip up something that, while not on Val’s level, would be good enough that he wouldn’t scold her for having instant noodles for dinner (he didn’t have to worry about that since he removed those from her pantry).
She stopped in her tracks when the scent of her favorite stew reached her. Val must’ve had a change in his schedule, she thought with a grin, her stomach echoing her hunger for that scrumptious French stew…nope, she wasn’t spoiled by Val’s cooking at all-
She froze at the kitchen doorway. The one standing over the stove was not Valerio Rosso.
Grabbing the mop in the corner and wielding it in front of her, she demanded, “Who are you? How did you get in here?” A flare of anger shook her-if there was a pot of stew on the stovetop and there was a stranger in front of it, where was Val? “What did you do to Val? Answer me!”
The long-haired figure didn’t answer, the woman-that was a her, obviously, she was wearing a dress that Eyn could see was hugging at all the right places, even from her back-remaining still in her position.
“Turn around and face me or I’m gonna smash your head in!” In hindsight, maybe Eyn should’ve just hit the stranger and asked questions later, but she sincerely hoped she didn’t have to resort to violence in her own kitchen.
The other woman let out an unusual sound that was suspiciously similar to a snort, making Eyn reconsider hitting her on the head. Before she could entertain that idea further, the stranger turned around, making her hold her breath in anticipation.
The first thing she noticed was that she was wearing a white apron with frills (Eyn suppressed a shudder at the horribly girly design). The next was that she was wearing a long-sleeved white dress shirt that covered a decently-sized chest that made the blonde doubt her own gender for a moment. Her skirt was pale pink and reached about a couple of inches below her knees. Her legs were covered in long, white socks and her feet had a pair of black stilettos on them.
What was surprising was that her entire posture screamed ‘shy’, with her hands tightly clasped together at her front, her feet shuffling, and her obviously flushed features partially covered by her neatly arranged scarlet bangs-
-wait, scarlet?
Eyn’s eyebrows furrowed as she relaxed her grip on the mop. “You…who…?”
And, finally, the stranger looked up, showing her face to be unmistakably that of-
“Val?!”
And it was. Even with the makeup that softened his sharp cheekbones and made his lips appear slightly plumper, his almond-shaped brown eyes were as distinct as his somewhat pointy nose.
Eyn was slack-jawed at the sight, her eyes wide. She managed to breathe out the word, “Beautiful,” making Val duck his head down once more, his cheeks burning a darker shade of red.
“Th-thanks.” His voice caught in the middle of the word in his attempt to make his voice register that of a female’s…which wasn’t very successful. His wince let Eyn know even he could tell.
At that, she couldn’t help it anymore-she laughed. She laughed so hard that she had to clutch her stomach and support herself with the kitchen counter. Tears were already starting to fall from her eyes.
She wasn’t sure how long it took for her to get her mirth under control, but when she managed to look at Val and saw his blushing pout, she just cracked up again.
“Can you please stop now?”
And, when she heard him use his normal baritone voice, she nearly collapsed on the floor with her laughter.
When she was finally able to stand straight with only occasional giggle fits, she asked, “So, what’s with the get up?” Unable to prevent a snort from escaping, she continued, “I mean, I don’t mind you going tranny on me-” Her voice shook with amusement at the idea. “-b-but I’d appreciate if I get a warning before you do.”
Val looked at her indignantly. “I’m not-!” He groaned in frustration and visibly resisted the urge to pull at his wig (that seriously looked like his real hair). “Look, I did this because-” His cheeks became an impossibly deeper shade of red as he bit his lower lip.
“Because?” Eyn prompted gently. She wasn’t about to be cruel, even if she wanted nothing more than to pinch his cheeks and possibly coo over his adorable appearance (no, Eyn, bad Eyn, that would be more mortifying for her so maybe she should go with kissing him senseless then?).
He took a deep breath and met her gaze for the first time today. “I just…I wanted to understand you more. And I thought…” He looked down at his stilettos (ohgod, how did he walk in those?!). “I thought this would be a good way to understand your crossdressing…maybe even being a woman…”
The last part was just mumbled but Eyn heard it anyway. She laughed again, this time with a tinge of fondness.
“Val, even without dressing up like that, you’re more of a woman than I am,” she told him teasingly.
“Eyn!”
“It’s true!” she exclaimed with another laugh. “You cook, clean up the house, crochet and fuss over everyone like a mother hen.” After a moment, she stepped closer to him and reached up to cup his cheeks. With a smile, she said, “You didn’t have to do all this…but I appreciate it.”
“You better,” he returned jokingly…which he instantly regretted when he saw Eyn’s smirk.
“Now, I’m going to take you out for shopping!”
Val promptly looked horrified. “But you hate shopping!”
“Not if we’ll be getting you pretty clothes!” Her grin was vicious.
He groaned. “This is revenge for when I dragged you for a shopping spree, isn’t it?”
She shook her head. “Nope! This is you getting the full experience of being a woman and getting significant insight into my crossdressing life.”
He slapped a palm against his forehead. “You’re horrible.”
“And you’re a masochist,” Eyn returned with a snicker.
“I’m-goddammit, you’re impossible!”
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A/N:
Kill me now XDDDDDDD