Writing #4

○ Snowflake ○

Italy isn’t a country where snow is a common thing.

You have to live on very high mountains to see snow.

Vongore Town is high enough.

It’s January.

The lake, where the town is, is frozen.

The bus that takes kids from the other towns slowly and with difficulty arrives at its destinations.

It’s snowing a lot this year.

For the not-so-new owner of Vongore’ sexy shop, this is the first snow in her new home.

Not like Viper never saw snow, of course, she travelled all around the world with her previous job but, you know: new Viper, new experiences.

Because of the snow, our 3 fantastic idols-like cashiers don’t have to work since it’s too cold for their rich clients to go out for shopping.

One in particular decides that he wasn’t going to waste his free day at the other two palace.

Beer and chill is a nice offer, yes, but no good when one of them is glued at his grumpy boyfriend and the other one is trying to not kill himself because his ex has brought his present lover.

So no.

Thanks for the offer.

But no.

And with his two only (only? For real???) friends busy at being disgusting, Daemon is wondering for the town, all white and calm.

Until he trips over an unknown object because he is too distracted by his phone.

「 hey Daem, wanna come over?? 」

With snow even in his pants and ears, Daemon Spade keeps looking at the screen.

-Holy shit.

Is it his moment?

Don’t act like a kid, you had tons of moments with her.

But you still can’t believe when she texts you.

Oh you impossible old-fashion lover.

So here you are, fighting against the snow that hides enemies and your excitement that makes you want to run to her.

-Don’t act like a teen, Daemon, you still have blue blood, for fuck’ sake.

You say to yourself, looking like a total weirdo, speaking  alone on the streets with just a few brave person that of course can only brutally judge you before disappear.

Luckily for you the town isn’t big or at least her shop isn’t so far.

You manage to arrive where she is not looking like a complete homeless and/or desperate.

-I know I could count on you.

There she is.

On one of the two step at the entrance.

A fluff black jacket and a scarf bigger then her.

Not so cover is her lower part.

Daemon will never understand how can she manages to wear boots and thin multi-layered things in any seasons.

-And you neither look pathetic!! Did you walk this time?

Sweet as usual.

-Yeah, I’m learning how to act like an human but I still have problems with my feet.

God, why is she so cute?

-Did you fall?

She laughs.

-Yeah…

He responds.

-Here, sit with me.

She says moving that bit to let him sit.

-I’m sure Your Majesty don’t want hot chocolate because it’s full of the most infamous fats and Your princely wardrobe don’t allow cheats on the diet.

She mocks him while purring hot water in a mug with a tea bag in it.

-How do you know about him?? Did he kidnap you??

He tries to joke too.

-I’m sorry but my closet is very jealous and protective so I neither know how he smells.

She’s funnier then you, Daemon, accept it.

She offers you the mug, carefully.

-No seriously-

He starts.

-How do you know about my clothes?

He asks taking the mug from her hands, thanking her softly.

She laughs a bit, taking back her hot chocolate filled cup, letting it warms her hands.

-You sleep a lot after sex.

And there he is spraying his first sip of tea on the snow covered secondary street.

She saw it coming, of course.

-Can’t I neither say ‘sex’ in front of Your Majesty?

She says taking a napkin to try to clean his face.

Failing.

Since the man chokes on his own spit.

-I take it as a no.

She laughs again, waiting him to feel better, offering the napkin she couldn’t use before.

-Did I killed you?

She asks, looking at him having fun.

-No, I-I’m fine, I just didn’t see it coming.

He answers, voice a bit broke but looking at her again.

-Oh.

He didn’t see her try to clean him.

He blushes.

She chuckles, finally able to fix the lil mess on his face.

-I just explored you house while you were sleeping.

She says, putting away the napkin and taking a sip of her drink.

-I didn’t know you were a nosy person.

He says.

She stops a laugh still half drinking.

The cold makes her cheeks of a strange pink, maybe it’s the black-purplish ink of her tattoos.

And her deep, brilliant violet hair make her looks even younger with a black beanie on them.

She cute.

Beautiful.

-I’m usually not.

She says after swallowing her chocolate.

-But your house made me curious.

She adds.

-I mean, it looks like an Alice in Wonderland museum.

Well, that’s new.

-That’s the most not-exactly-an-insult someone ever said to me about my home.

He’s amazed.

-Mh-

She starts, taking a sip.

-Do everyone say to you that it looks more like a nursing home for old and sad clowns?

Daemon can’t believe his ears.

-That’s, instead, the most rude thing I ever heard.

Oh my God he looks so cutely pissed.

She loves it sooo much.

-Ok fine, I’ll stop here!! I just find your house curious. End of the story.

She laughs putting one of her hand on her heart like she’s swearing.

She’s too cute.

He can’t be pissed at her.

He really can’t.

It’s too much.

He’s too in love.

-Oh, you have a snowflake on your hair.

She points at.

-Make a wish.

She says.

He rises an eyebrow, turning his head to take a sip of his tea before it become too cold.

-Vip, it isn’t a falling start, you can’t make a wi-

He can’t believe what she’s doing.

She just trying to take a photo of you two.

She rested her head on your shoulder, while you were drinking, to be closer to you.

-What……

Probably a good quarter of Daemon’s brain died realizing her act.

-Evil bro gave me a new phone for the new year since for him it was an abomination against science to not use the magnificence of technology’s progresses.

Or maybe was just frozen.

-And we don’t have photos together.

No, they died for sure.

-Not on this one, neither on the old one.

She explains but Spade is too shocked by the proper girlfriendish act she did.

-Ah.

He says.

-Do you want to?

She asks handing him out her phone.

He looks at it like a child looks at a bones density’ scanner.

Dafuq I do with it?

But she waits.

Viper knows that he isn’t still sure of what is happening him.

Sometimes she has problems too.

She arrived an year and half ago.

The tough mysterious outsider that took over the porn shop and all its dark secrets.

And here she is, asking the perfect failed nobleman to take a photo together.

But that, instead, males her smile warmly.

He’s so adorable stupid like this.

So confused.

He now looks at her like an incredulous puppy.

The perfect look to make her want to lovingly bites his face to dead.

-…You serious?

He asks.

Poor soul.

But she sets her mug down, standing up.

-I’m super serious.

She says, walking down the other and last step, setting herself in front of him.

-I’m the most serious person you’ll meet today, actually.

She goes on, taking from the other’s hands the cup of tea to set it down too.

-So serious that I’ll be your heart attack.

She adds, slowly sitting on his lap, smiling.

-So…

She starts again.

-Can we take this photo?

She finally asks, looking at a Daemon that was more boiled fish then human.

-You look so stupid.

She chuckles, closing the man’s mouth.

-O…ok. Let’s take it.

He says coming back from the death.

-How do you…

He tries, just making her chuckles more.

-Like two teens if you don’t mind.

She responds.

Blank Daemon.

-Here…

She shorts their distance taking lovingly his face to kiss him.

That night Viper is still at work, because her main job is during the night.

She’s at her desk, a thick black sweater to keep her warm.

She checked the clients for that night and before they’ll arrive she has time.

Her personal account is open.

There’s an old photo as desktop background.

Probably someone scannered it for her.

She looks very young, probably in her teen years.

Viper can’t help but smile a bit looking at it.

A bit sweetly.

A bit sad.

The boy that holds her and gives her a kiss full of love on her cheek still there.

-It’s time for you to go…

She says quietly.

A new photo now lights up the screen.

The photo is in a resolution immensely superior compared to the previous.

It’s so bright.

The snow make it so bright.

The angle is perfectly centred.

It makes Viper smiles with a different feeling.

Daemon doesn’t neither look like an idiot, there, holding her tightly while she kiss him deeply.

That’s nearly a shame.

She won’t be able to make fun of him.

They look so perfect.

It seems that codes and i dont fights anymore ;u;

I managed to copy&paste this time and i can't be happier.

Ah~ this ship.

This.

Ship.

After 4-5 years i'm still so in love with this crack paring.

My poor heart.

I opted for this plot because i didn't want to do a super combo of bangtan's fics,even if the other idea for this prompt is theirs and i'll write it anyway ewe

So tomorrow i'll cheat on the challenge and write 'Snowflake Alternative Plot'.

It will be so damn stupid,i'm laughing since the day i thought it :''''D those fucking boys omg omg.

I'll admit i was a bit pissed that it wasn't coming natural to write this ship.

Actually very pissed.

I mean,i postponed my 'comeback' as a writer bc i was too insecure about my skills with sobi and now it's the easier thing to write?

Dafuq brain?

I can't test it soon since in the next 4 there won't be clearly sobi moments: in tomorrow fics they'll be present but of course its different to write them with the rest of the group from write the two fo them in a strictly romantic/fluff way.

For a only-sobi-fic i have to wait 6 whole prompts,even if one is empty so,who knows.

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