scale baby - vyn x mc
a commission for sweet arlon @back-to-brawlimar !! a vyn x mc fic where mc introduces his pet snake to vyn <3
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“Vyn, do you mind if we stop by the pet store?” Arlon stops in the middle of the street, looking up at Vyn with wide eyes.
“Pet store?” Vyn’s lips quirk up into a smile, “why, are you thinking of getting another pet?”
“No, I just need to get a mouse for my Hiccup!” Arlon then looks down, mumbling: “though I wouldn’t be opposed to getting another pet one day.”
It’s Vyn’s turn to pause. Hiccup. Their pet, a ball python that was nearly as long as his arm. When Arlon had told him that they were a pet owner, he pictured them with a cute rabbit or maybe a small dog. When they had shown him a picture of a snake coiled around their neck — he had nearly dropped his glasses.
They would never stop surprising him, he supposed.
“Ah, I see.” Vyn links his arm with Arlon’s. In the Autumn weather, they felt warm against his side. “Well then, I shall accompany you. I would like to meet your friend Hiccup.”
Arlon nods cheerfully, “I’m sure he’ll love you! Everyone loves you, after all.”
“Ah. Does that mean that you…?”
Arlon frantically takes his hand out of Vyn’s, waving their hands in front of their face. Vyn chuckles at just how cute they look. “Don’t say things like that, Dr. Richter!”
“Ok, so we juuuust need a mouse for him. Thankfully, I’ve been to this store enough times that they know to keep them in stock for me.”
“A mouse?” He looks a bit surprised, if only for a moment. Did he really not know what snakes eat? It was nice to know that there were at least some things the doctor didn’t know. “An… alive one?”
“Well, yes, but the ones I get are frozen.” Arlon enters the pet store, the door being held open by Vyn -- a manner that was almost muscle memory to him. “I don’t want to see the poor mice die… So I have to shake the thawed ones around! Simulating a real life mouse, you know?”
So cute, Vyn thinks. “I see.”
The bell dings and alerts the one worker on staff. He instantly perks up upon seeing Arlon enter. “Ah, it’s you, Arlon!” He beams, waving at them from across the room. “It’s so nice to see you! Here for snake food?”
“Yep! You got any in stock?” The two follow on over to the counter, Arlon leaning their arms against the lacquer. Vyn stands tall behind them, sizing the employee up.
“Usually you come here alone, is this your boyfriend?” The worker seems oblivious to Vyn’s quiet appraisal. It was quite obvious Arlon was a favorite customer of his, the way his cheeks flushed under their attention… Did he think he had a chance with his Arlon?
Arlon flushes, starting to dispute his assumption. “Oh no, we’re--”
“That’s right,” Vyn’s eyes are closed as he smiles down at him, hand gently resting on your shoulder. “He just so happened to remember he needed to feed his pet snake after our date.”
“Ah, alright,” the cashier seems to deflate. So Vyn’s assumption was correct. At the very least, he seemed interested in Arlon. Sometimes, he wished they were more perceptive when it came to others. Their trusting aura helped them to get along with mostly everyone; Vyn included, but he couldn’t help but feel the jealousy welling up in his chest when he saw them with other friends. Especially people with romantic intentions. “Let me get your snake food, give me a moment.”
With Vyn, it was love at first sight. He knew it wasn’t the same with Arlon, but he wanted to be a person that they could grow to love. Was that too selfish of him?
“Vyn!” Arlon nudges him in the side, shooting him an embarrassed look. “What reason was there to lie?”
“My apologies,” he smiles, cat-like, not sorry in the slightest. “I just can’t help but tease you when you make those cute expressions.”
“That’s it, I’m feeding you to my snake next time he’s hungry!”
The walk home was peaceful, the sun nestled behind the clouds, and a quiet breeze seemed to guide the two back to Arlon’s house. Vyn loved these moments, where he could have them all to himself. Throughout the day, Vyn’s mind would wander to what Arlon was doing, then. He wanted to know everything about them, a never-ending honeymoon phase where he would always feel at home with them.
It made him feel insatiable, Vyn was finally not in control of his emotions. It was horrifying as much as it was electric.
But for now, he was fine to just listen to him talk, leisurely strolling beside him, Arlon’s shopping bags in his own arms. It was the gentlemanly thing to do, after all.
Much too soon, they arrive back at Arlon’s apartment.
Arlon’s house smells like fresh parchment and herbal tea. He recognizes it as the scent of the blend he had last gifted them, and he smiles to himself. Vyn makes a mental note to bring him more next time he sees them. He hoped it would be soon.
“Sure you’re not scared of snakes?” Arlon asks him, leading Vyn towards his room. “Last chance to back out!”
“Are people usually scared of them? Snakes are a very common phobia, but ball pythons are not known to hurt humans unless provoked.” Vyn shakes his head, “but, no, I am not.”
“Do you have any fears, Dr. Richter?”
Vyn watches as Arlon opens his bedroom door. “What do you think?” Arlon shoots him a glare. Nothing was easy with the doctor.
“I’ll find out one day, I promise to you.”
Vyn laughs quietly, “I will be cheering you on, then.”
And then they walk in, Arlon smiling wide when he sees the snake curled up in his habitat. Hiccup’s tongue flicks out as if to greet them.
Vyn had never seen their bedroom before; though he had imagined what it might look like. It was neat, except for the case files spread across his bedsheets and law books stacked high on their nightstand. He can’t help but step closer, and find that a picture of Arlon and himself is hanging on the wall in a collage with pictures of some of their other friends from work, and from school. He recognizes only Luke out of the bunch, and scowls.
“Vyn, come say hi!” He turns around and sees Arlon has unwrapped the now-thawed mouse and is holding it between a pair of forceps. Hiccup seems curious, and perks up, moving his head towards the intrusion. “Have you ever seen a snake feed before?”
“Not up close, no.” He stands behind Arlon, glancing over his shoulder. Despite being such a feared creature, his face looked almost cute. “I didn’t have pets when I was younger, so I never got the chance.”
“Really?” Arlon asks, moving the mouse under the heat lamp to make it feel like it was alive. “You strike me as a cat person, actually.”
“Oh? How so?”
“You both are elegant… Kind when you want to be but can be prickly too.”
“Is that your analysis of me?” He watches as they shake the mouse around, the snake rearing up to strike. And then it does, latching on with its rows of sharp teeth, and coiling his body around the mouse. It was interesting to watch, Vyn understood the appeal of wanting one as a pet. “That was fast.”
“Yep!” Gently, Arlon closes the top of Hiccup’s enclosure, “and now we have to let him rest and eat… If you’d like, you can stay for a little while longer.”
Who was Vyn to deny Arlon of anything? The two walk out into his kitchen, Arlon telling Vyn to rest on the couch as he brews some tea.
“As you were saying… you think cats suit me as a pet?” Arlon hums from the kitchen, Vyn watching them as they set the teapot on their stove.
“Most definitely,” he shrugs, “also, I’ve noticed that animals just naturally love you. I’ve seen the way the university’s cats brush up against your legs. Your charisma knows no bounds!”
“My co-workers have tried to get me to take one of them home a few times.” He pinches the bridge of his nose, remembering the puppy dog eyes his fellow colleagues have given him. It was easy to deny all of them, what was hard was denying Arlon of anything.
Arlon leans against the kitchen counter, waiting for the water to boil. “Is there a reason you don’t want to take the kitties home?”
“I don’t think I’d have the time. Between NXX meetings, my tutoring of Marius, teaching, and working… I hardly have time to breathe.” His lips turn up into a mischievous smile. “Though, maybe… then one day we could adopt one together?”
The teapot starts to whistle. “Dr. Richter!”
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