snake tongue
Title: Snake Tongue
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Sehun/Lay
Word Count: 620
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, and the characters are not mine.
“You got placed in the wrong house,” Sehun insists, as he watches Vivi bypass his own hand, and wrap himself happily around Yixing’s wrist. “My snake likes you too much.”
“Does he?” Yixing sounds pleased. “Well, I like him too. Can you tell him?”
Sehun huffs, but he translates anyway. I don’t see why, but apparently Yixing likes you, he hisses to Vivi.
Of course he does, Vivi answers primly. Everybody likes me.
“What did he say?” Yixing asks.
“Thank you,” Sehun says flatly. “He said thank you.”
Yixing beams, cooing at Vivi, and Sehun has to tamp down on the groan threatening to break from his throat. He’s a sixth-year, for Merlin’s sake. He’s the heralded seeker of the Slytherin quidditch team. Yixing shouldn’t be making him feel like a giddy first-year on a wobbly broom.
And yet, here we are, Vivi taunts. You got it bad, my boy.
“Shut up,” Sehun accidentally spits out in normal speech, causing Yixing to startle. “Not you,” he hurries to clarify at Yixing’s bewildered look, ignoring the way Vivi coils up, hacking in laughter.
Shoo, he orders Vivi. Stop hogging him.
Fine, Vivi retorts, butting Sehun’s knee with his head crossly. He slithers away gracefully, all the while cursing him, his children, and his children’s children.
“You’ve got an interesting relationship with your snake,” Yixing observes, amused.
“Well, at least he puts up with me.”
Yixing’s smile slips away. Sehun shrugs, awkwardly. It’s no secret that people leave him alone. He’s got his team, sure. He hangs with some of the others. But they hold him at arm’s length. A Parselmouth, they whisper, some in awe, some in disgust. His blood runs in his veins.
There isn’t any question as to who they’re referring to.
“I think,” Yixing begins, “that what you have is brilliant.”
Sehun blinks. Yixing’s been an exception from day one, from when he had waited for two hours outside the Slytherin dungeon holding Vivi as gently and as carefully as he knew how.
“Is this your pet?” Yixing had asked, when Sehun finally appeared. “I found him in the prefect’s toilet.”
Vivi! I told you not to nap there! Sehun exclaimed in Parseltongue, and then flinched when he remembered that he was in front of a fellow student. But instead of recoiling, Yixing had grinned, curious but accepting.
“And I think,” Yixing continues, sounding upset, and snapping Sehun back to the conversation at hand, “that those who think otherwise are, are-”
“Unimportant,” Sehun provides, sparing Yixing from having to use an angry word. “They’re unimportant.”
Yixing nods. “Yes.”
“Unlike you.”
Yixing nods again. “Yes, wait, what?”
From behind a rather harmless looking shrub where he’s been eavesdropping the entire time, Vivi hisses out a condescending, Niccceee.
Yixing hears, of course. “What did he say this time?”
Come on human, Vivi prompts impatiently. Grow a snake’s tongue. He means grow some balls; Sehun's aware Vivi hasn't yet quite gotten the hang of some of the finer phrasings of human speech. It's a sad day when even his snake thinks he's got some manning up to do.
But Sehun turns to Yixing, who’s looking at him warmly, maybe a little encouragingly, who’s the only one who has ever bothered to find out what species of snake Vivi even is (copperhead), what he likes to eat (cicadas), where his favourite hideouts are (bathtubs), the only who who's ever sat next to him without caution and distrust, and finds it isn’t very difficult to heed Vivi’s advice.
“He said that you should go out with me to Hogsmeade this weekend.”
Oh my god, Vivi gasps, that’s awful, even for you, but Yixing flushes and smiles and mumbles out a shy agreement, and Sehun can’t bring himself to care.
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1. Finally a Hogwarts AU it's been on my list for awhile I hope you enjoyed!
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Sehun/Lay
Word Count: 620
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, and the characters are not mine.
“You got placed in the wrong house,” Sehun insists, as he watches Vivi bypass his own hand, and wrap himself happily around Yixing’s wrist. “My snake likes you too much.”
“Does he?” Yixing sounds pleased. “Well, I like him too. Can you tell him?”
Sehun huffs, but he translates anyway. I don’t see why, but apparently Yixing likes you, he hisses to Vivi.
Of course he does, Vivi answers primly. Everybody likes me.
“What did he say?” Yixing asks.
“Thank you,” Sehun says flatly. “He said thank you.”
Yixing beams, cooing at Vivi, and Sehun has to tamp down on the groan threatening to break from his throat. He’s a sixth-year, for Merlin’s sake. He’s the heralded seeker of the Slytherin quidditch team. Yixing shouldn’t be making him feel like a giddy first-year on a wobbly broom.
And yet, here we are, Vivi taunts. You got it bad, my boy.
“Shut up,” Sehun accidentally spits out in normal speech, causing Yixing to startle. “Not you,” he hurries to clarify at Yixing’s bewildered look, ignoring the way Vivi coils up, hacking in laughter.
Shoo, he orders Vivi. Stop hogging him.
Fine, Vivi retorts, butting Sehun’s knee with his head crossly. He slithers away gracefully, all the while cursing him, his children, and his children’s children.
“You’ve got an interesting relationship with your snake,” Yixing observes, amused.
“Well, at least he puts up with me.”
Yixing’s smile slips away. Sehun shrugs, awkwardly. It’s no secret that people leave him alone. He’s got his team, sure. He hangs with some of the others. But they hold him at arm’s length. A Parselmouth, they whisper, some in awe, some in disgust. His blood runs in his veins.
There isn’t any question as to who they’re referring to.
“I think,” Yixing begins, “that what you have is brilliant.”
Sehun blinks. Yixing’s been an exception from day one, from when he had waited for two hours outside the Slytherin dungeon holding Vivi as gently and as carefully as he knew how.
“Is this your pet?” Yixing had asked, when Sehun finally appeared. “I found him in the prefect’s toilet.”
Vivi! I told you not to nap there! Sehun exclaimed in Parseltongue, and then flinched when he remembered that he was in front of a fellow student. But instead of recoiling, Yixing had grinned, curious but accepting.
“And I think,” Yixing continues, sounding upset, and snapping Sehun back to the conversation at hand, “that those who think otherwise are, are-”
“Unimportant,” Sehun provides, sparing Yixing from having to use an angry word. “They’re unimportant.”
Yixing nods. “Yes.”
“Unlike you.”
Yixing nods again. “Yes, wait, what?”
From behind a rather harmless looking shrub where he’s been eavesdropping the entire time, Vivi hisses out a condescending, Niccceee.
Yixing hears, of course. “What did he say this time?”
Come on human, Vivi prompts impatiently. Grow a snake’s tongue. He means grow some balls; Sehun's aware Vivi hasn't yet quite gotten the hang of some of the finer phrasings of human speech. It's a sad day when even his snake thinks he's got some manning up to do.
But Sehun turns to Yixing, who’s looking at him warmly, maybe a little encouragingly, who’s the only one who has ever bothered to find out what species of snake Vivi even is (copperhead), what he likes to eat (cicadas), where his favourite hideouts are (bathtubs), the only who who's ever sat next to him without caution and distrust, and finds it isn’t very difficult to heed Vivi’s advice.
“He said that you should go out with me to Hogsmeade this weekend.”
Oh my god, Vivi gasps, that’s awful, even for you, but Yixing flushes and smiles and mumbles out a shy agreement, and Sehun can’t bring himself to care.
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1. Finally a Hogwarts AU it's been on my list for awhile I hope you enjoyed!