#Sebastian solace x trans reader

[donutz]

Sebastian Solace accidently meeting reader

Sebastian was looking for items resulted in seeing you

— Sebastian actually doesn't do that, he just comes across them and uses it for sales

Warnings: Non human reader; Reader is 11'4, taller than Sebastian!!; Reader has a small tail, that's hidden under there clothes; Reader isn't naked, you have clothes on yay!!; You have 4 extra eyes from being mixed with a spider; Bad words, again

Here's a body reference I drew, with a mouse!! ^_^ It's not that good but i tried my best ,^^ the tiny text says spider

“Ugh, these doors are so small”.. You thought.

You had to crouch through them, every. Single. Time. Why not bust out of a window? You looked at the wide glass to your left, thinking. Yeah why not.

Jumping through it, you realized that those were really weak windows. They might as well have been just the wall if they were really that weak! You would think that they were tempered at least.

You swim and swim, occasionally stopping to peer into the rooms. Sometimes you’d even knock on the windows to look at the squiddles. The other monsters never appeared, but those ones did.

After passing through many walls and windows, you look into another room. Seeing a tall humanoid like creature just sliding through.

Wait what.

You do a double take, not expecting another one to look like you.

Slightly swaying your legs, you move towards the glass. Putting your hands on it. You can only see the backside of him, looking him up and down. Just out of interest and curiosity.

He stops searching through the drawers and turns to his side, not seeing you. He moves to the next room, and you move right with him. It seems like he’s looking for items.

He looks at the window anddd.. Flinches back, with his palm facing you right in front of his chest. You hear his mumbled yell through the glass.

You wave.

As if you didn’t just startle him.

Smiling really wide, just no teeth showing, your small tail wagging.

You hear him curse. Uhm.. You move to the side and break the window with your fist,

“Oops” You say after putting your head through the hole.

Turning your head, you were going to say hello, but he was gone! You break through the window using your whole body, and fix it up with your… Powers!

“Come back”! You shout, crawling through the doors, each time you did, you saw him.

“GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME”!!

That wasn’t a very good first meeting, but it happened again. You saw him again. And again. And again. You know the drill by now yeah?

By the fourth time, he wasn’t phased.

Sigh, “Are you trying to get on my nerves or something”?

“How? I just want to see you”!

His face scrunches in confusion, “What”.

“I said I just wanted to see you! You’re only making yourself more mad with that temper of yours”.

His face fell monotone, ignoring you as he slithered through the doors.

You followed right behind him, or next to him. He didn’t want you behind him just in case you decided to do something dirty.

You observe him everytime he searches through the drawers, checks under them, and looks through the lockers.

While he was searching through a drawer, you asked a question.

“Why do you search for the items ‘n stuff”?

He closes the drawer, standing up. He turns around to face you.

“Why are you still here with me”?

“You didn’t answer my question”.

“You didn’t answer mine”.

You giggle, “You’re funny, Sebastian”.

He looks surprised that you even know his name, clenching his fists he yells out—

“HOW DO YOU KNOW MY NAME”?!

Now it’s your turn to look surprised. 

“From a certain shark”.

He scowls, ‘Dang it Eyefestation’.

“Anywho now that I answered yours, you answer mine”.

“You still didn’t answer my other question”.

“Then let’s take turns”.

You two stared at each other. Each stares having different meaning.

One with danger, confusion, and a small chance of fear.

The other with interest and sincerity.

One not being able to tell if it’s a mask.

The other being able to tell that One is scared.

“... Fine. It’s for my shop that I hold for the other players. Now what about you? Why are you still here with me”?

“Well it’s because I find you quite interesting really. I haven’t seen any other creature—”

‘Creature’?

“— Like you. You seem kinda on edge and I want to get to know you. Personally, I think you have a very kind heart”.

‘Kind heart? What the hell are you even saying’..

Your smile stays on your face, not once lingering. Your left hand gently grips your right wrist while both arms are behind your back. You sway side to side.

“Is your question answered Sebastian”?

“Don’t call me that”.

“Then what should I call you”?

“... Solace. Call me Solace”.

“Oh that’s a nice name. It kind of matches with your icy nature”.

Ughh. He verbally groaned. He slithered over to the next door, going through it, with you of course, following behind him.

Going through a few more doors, you ask—

“Can I see your shop”?

“Yeah fine, whatever. There’s no point since you probably don’t have any data anyways”.

“You use data as a currency? For what”?

“You ask—... Nevermind, yeah, I do. It’s so I could blackmail Urbanshade”.

He halfway turns his head to look at you, stopping.

“You’re not going to use that against me, a- are you”?

‘Shit’.

Your smile falters, realizing that he’s serious. And afraid.

“Of course not! I don’t even know what that is anyways”. You smile.

His mouth slightly opens, surprised.

“You- You’re not one of their experiments”?

“No! I was born like this! My parents were the experiments, but then I escaped”.

Sebastian didn’t say anything. How could you say that so— so happily?! A- And right in front of him too! You two just met h- how could—... How could you trust him so EASILY?!

After a bit of silence, you moved on.

“Anywayss!! I wanna see your shop! Show me”!

You walk ahead, leaving Sebastian standing there by himself baffled. Before he shakes his head and continues to move.

Eventually you two find his shop and you chill.

You see his documents on the table and question him, asking who’s documents are those. He tells you that they’re his.

“Can I buy em”?

“You got 1000 data”?

“I got my backstory”!

“... Sorry, data’s the only currency”.

“Oh man :(”

I read all of this and this seems like a quick read :(

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I need that for my comfort!🥺✨ Trans boy reader who started to have dysphoria because his hair a getting to long for his comfort. So he ask to Sebastian to help him cut them shorter, which Sebastian hesitantly agreed. Might not be the best since it’s was cut with some scissors and also because Sebastian never cut hair before. But reader is still happy with the result lol.

This is so cute

Hair and Care 101

Pairings: Sebastian Solace X TransMasc!Reader

Au: Classic

Warnings: Mentions of Gender Dysphoria

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“And you're sure you want me to cut it? You won't do it yourself?”

“I can't exactly see the back of my head, so yes.” You sit on a stool, hands knitted together in anxiety. You'd asked Sebastian if he would be willing to cut your hair for you today. It had been, admittedly, a bit awkward to ask. He’d been flipping through files and restocking the supplies on his tail when you'd stepped into his shop. Your long hair getting in your eyes and somewhat fanning out nearly down to your hips. You hadn't had the opportunity to get it cut in so long it made your skin crawl. You felt…feminine. Way too feminine. You can't remember the last time you let your hair grow out this long and its made it really, really hard to focus on anything else. Its not just because it gets in your eyes and you can't for the life of you find a hairtie. Its deeper than that. You've started to almost flinch away from your reflections in the water and windows.

You've started to grab at your hips, at your face, poking and prodding and wondering if you can even pass with long hair. You haven't met another person besides Sebastian and the idea of being unable to see yourself the way you should. The way you know in your heart to be right. It makes you uncomfortable. You can only pinch and poke and prod for so long before your skin gets irritated. Right now, sat here, waiting for Sebastian to cut your hair? This was like your skin getting irritated. You had to debate if you were willing to even let another person cut your hair. What if they butchered it? What if it made you look worse than before? What if he fucked it up so bad you looked like one of those weird troll dolls but worse somehow? It had been your biggest worry for quite some time, until your hair got long enough that you couldn't stand it anymore.

“I feel like I should make you sign a waiver.”

“Sebastian, Im serious. Please, just cut it, I don't care if it's the worst thing ever. I can't keep walking around like this.”

“You understand my hands are too big to fit these scissors properly, right?”

“Doesnt matter, just get it done.” He sighs and grabs a collection of your long locks, specifically the one around your face. He straightens the hair to the best of his abilities using a hand so he can make the cleanest cuts he can.

“Why does this matter so much to you? Shouldn't you be, I don't know, focused on surviving? I mean paying me for a haircut seems a bit much.”

“Its��complicated.”

“How complicated can it really be?” He hums as he continues to make cuts, the sound of scissors through hair joining the sound of dripping water and Sebastian's voice. Would he even be cool about something like this? He doesn't particularly like anyone, and he's not really friendly with you either. Would he use it against you somehow? Would he get aggressive about it?

“I just feel kind of…feminine, and it makes me uncomfortable.” You mutter and this only gets a chuckle, sounding condescending.

“Oh, Expendable, long hair doesn't make you any less of a man. Don't be ridiculous.”

“I just don't like it.”

“Look, all I'm saying is, you could have bought a medkit instead of a haircut. If its this important than fine. Who am I to tell you how to spend your collected data?”

“Whether it makes me more of a man or not, is it wrong of me to not like feeling…” You trail off, and all at once, Sebastian tenses mid cut.

“Oh…thats what this is about.” His tone softens up a bit, the mild poking he had been doing immediately being cut out as he carries on cutting your hair.

“This isn't too stupid of a purchase, I guess.” He adds on.

“Yeah?” You ask as he finishes up, putting the scissors to the side and ruffling your hair to get any loose strands out.

“Yeah. Go take a look,” he motions towards the water so you can see yourself in the reflection. You peer down into it curiously and immediately your shoulders relax. You hadn't even realized you'd been tense. Your hairs a bit choppy, admittedly, but its not ugly or particularly butchered by any means. He was oddly thoughtful and careful about taking care of your hair for you. Even saying it was ridiculous to spend your data on, he didn't ruin it for you on purpose.

“Its good, you did a good job.”

“Yeah, well, I'm sure if you keep coming to me I'll get better every time.”

“Im sure you will, then.” You give him a smile and he kind of awkwardly smiles back for a moment. A bit of hesitation as you grab the keycard off his desk and put your swimming gear back on now that its dry.

“Wait.”

“Ah- Yes Sebastian?” You turn, concerned about what he might say. He's not stupid and you're certain he's figured you out by now. If he doesn't like it, there's nothing he can do about it sure but you always tense when people get all awkward around you. He hesitates a moment longer before giving you a little wave.

“You look better with short hair anyway.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah, I do…now go on and get out of here. I've got other Expendables to deal with and a mess of hair to clean.”

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Grand Prix Elite Academy (1/10)

[🗯+18][👩‍❤️‍👨Toto (professor) x reader (student, future F1 driver)][👨‍❤️‍👨Lewis x Seb][💘Romance][🥵Smut][🎀Age-gap][❤️‍🔥Wild parties][🏫College AU][🌈Queer/Fem/Trans Sebastian][✍️WIP][⏳Long read]

Summary: Your life turns 180 degrees after receiving your acceptance letter for the Grand Prix Elite Academy, the most exclusive and prestigious Formula One College, designed to shape the future drivers of the motorsport world. You will try to navigate your new life among the Monaco elites, survive the campus dynamics and rivalries between the faculties, and try to win this year's Elite Cup to beat an undefeated Mercedes, all while befriending your eclectic classmates, join the wild parties, have a couple of make-outs under the racing circuit benches, lose your v-card and get over that stupid crush you have on professor Toto. Will you make it alive to graduation? Race to Greatness! Author's note: This is a Formula One college AU fic set in an elite academy in Monaco, where the F1 Teams are Faculties, their Team Principals are professors, the FIA is the college board, and all the grid drivers are your classmates. You are accepted under a scholarship program called WomenOne and have lots to catch on to after years of putting your racing dreams on hold. Becoming the outcast new girl is always challenging, especially when all of you live on one campus.

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Chapter 1: Hi, Society

Everyone in Monaco, they say, is filthy rich.

Well, that’s not entirely true. There's also the working class, the ones who keep the yachts polished, the mansions spotless, and the restaurants bustling. But you live far from their sea-view penthouses and the sprawling estates. On the outskirts, near the border with France, where the mountains rise behind and your family resides, from where the world-famous Monaco marina looks like a tiny little ant in the distance.

You’re part of a middle-class household of three: you, your dad, and your dog.

It’s a life of early mornings and long commutes. Between school and the family’s run auto parts and components store, your days are a blur of movement. But you’ve always found comfort in the rhythm, even if it’s not the glamorous Monaco dream.

You had the misfortune, now you call it that, of having a childhood shaped by your dad’s obsession with motorsports. He’s the kind of madman who’d call Formula 1 a religion, and your home, by extension, was practically a shrine to it. Posters of Senna and Schumacher lined the walls, and the TV never missed a race. To your dad, Monaco wasn’t just home, it was sacred ground.

Your dad’s a middle-aged man with an easy smile and charming persona. He’s the kind of guy women flirt with, and some men too. But despite the attention, he’s stayed single, ever since your mom passed away. You’ve encouraged him to date, even pleaded at times, but his devotion to work and to you has left little room for anyone else.

Okay, he's a good person with a sense of humor and is in shape, you get it now!

He is a hard-working mechanic/manager/business owner, who invested his inheritance into building the family business: a repair shop and an auto parts store, located just a stone’s throw from each other. It was a gamble, but one that paid off with years of sweat and perseverance.

And yes, you’ve inherited his passion for cars.

Yes, yes, you are a "daddy's girl."

It's a bit embarrassing, but he's your hero.

By the time you were in elementary school, you could name every part of an engine and explain its function. By high school, you were helping rebuild them. By senior year, you were racing cars.

-

Daydreaming has always been your escape. Your therapist calls it MaDD, or maladaptive daydreaming, a coping mechanism born from the need to find solace in a life filled with cracks.

When you were little, you’d loved to sneak into the driver’s seat of the luxury cars that came into the shop for repairs. The leather, the smell of high-octane fuel, it was intoxicating... literally.

But you’d close your eyes, gripping the wheel, imagining transforming into the fastest racing car as the engine's roar took you on sharp corners in a Formula 1 track.

Of course, you always won the race! That if none of the mechanics or your dad got you out of the unit before time.

-

When you turned eight, your family scraped together enough to take you karting. It was more expensive and demanding than anyone expected, besides heavy on the body. But you loved it, more than anything on this Earth, your dog was a close second.

You lived for the burn in your muscles after practice and the exhilaration of Sunday races. Your natural talent shone, collecting trophies on your way up, and soon enough, sponsors noticed.

You rose through the ranks with grit and determination. Formula Renault came first, then Formula 4. Victory after victory, you poured your heart into making your dream a reality, and by that point, you were body and soul invested in your racing career.

And then, one sad September, everything changed. Your mom got sick.

-

After her passing, nothing was ever the same, and your racing dreams got buried along with her.

Dealing with the aftermath of her departure left your family emotionally shattered and financially drained. Medical bills piled up, and the dreams you’d worked so hard for slipped through your fingers.

The racing world moved on without you, and you without them.

-

“Time heals all wounds.”

Another half-lie people tell.

You learn to go on with the ache, but it never truly leaves. Grief lingers in your bones yet you learn to live your life the best way possible, and try to find joy, after it.

-

In the years that followed you enter the second half of your teen years with a reset, as if your life started over, as if someone else lived your past.

-

You start helping more with the family business, the one your mom ran, as you witness your father getting more tired and stressed day by day, wanting to be for him.

-

The track became a memory, and the store became your life. After school, now you go there instead of the circuit to practice.

The shop is located in an old part of town, it once used to be a cheap neighborhood, but not anymore, still not the most luxurious area, but very centric, just a block down from Monaco's main avenue.

As the business grew, the shop underwent several refurbishes and improvements. All made by your uncle Marco's construction company, he's your late mom's brother and also your godfather.

He's as "young" as your dad and mom. Your parents married during their college years and had you pretty soon after.

Now thanks to the work Marco has done, the store is modern and bright, and thanks to you it looks clean and organized. It has tall white walls with blue product racks, ones you helped paint, and shelves that gleamed with products, neatly organized, and neat grey polished concrete floor where you can almost see your reflection, pendant lights hanging from the ceiling, and large promotional posters giving the place character.

Your days were spent behind the counter facing the entrance, balancing stock management, doing customer service, and your own schoolwork, even watching Netflix on slow days. 'Diesel', your old basset hound, was always by your side, wearing his shop-logo bandana like the unofficial mascot he was. Customers adored him, some came back just to see him.

It wasn’t racing, but it was something.

The store's most recent and exciting acquisition is a set of automatic sliding doors and a welcome custom floor mat with the store's logo.

Jesus! How fucking boring has your life become?! From the trills of racing, and the high adrenaline of winning to spend your days inside a shop.

But still, you are so grateful for those small acquisitions. Before, the sliding doors came, during busy days you wanted to tear your ears off at the nonstop sound of the bell atop the door every time it opened and closed.

The store is at the very corner of the street, and your dad's large workshop is two buildings away, across the road, pretty near and pretty convenient for your commuting.

In Monaco, if you want anything you need a good appearance. Both your businesses are different from your 'usual' mechanic's spots.

Yes, there is still oil in some parts... but this is Monaco, after all.

Your dad lives and breathes inside that workshop. Your household is one of those that leaves the family home very early in the morning only to return at night to sleep.

-

When you turned eighteen, things started looking up, and financially healthier after some pretty rough years.

Business stabilized, and your dad and godfather surprised you with a gift. After working hard they’d revamped the store’s attic into a small apartment just for you.

The shop's second floor used to be a storage space and now it has become a tiny and simple but cozy flat, an open-floor concept, a one-bedroom with a kitchenette and a counter bar for two stools, plus a sitting area with a bulky love seat and a TV.

You asked for a study desk to be placed not that far from the skylight window facing the street, and your queen-size bed with a nightstand completed the space, along with a door that leads to the world's tiniest bathroom.

You love this rabbit hole so freaking much, even more than your actual home, a bit more spacious two-and-a-half-bedroom apartment with a small balcony on the outskirts.

Your dad and godfather allowed you to choose the decor style, so you furnished it with minimalist boho touches, creating a space that felt uniquely yours.

It wasn’t a mansion on the hills, but it was home. And you loved it.

-

With each passing year, you took on more responsibility at the store. From managing social media to convincing your dad to expand online, you became the backbone of the business. You knew every part on the shelves, every bolt and washer.

-

At this point in your life, fluent in the language of mechanics, you used to joke should be listed as a skill on your CV, due to growing up and still living surrounded by them.

When you revisit your childhood photo albums, depending on the picture, you may smile or laugh. There are too many photos from your birthday parties, all held at the workshop.

Where in them, you appear surrounded by groups of the most alpha males you could imagine, with tattoos, beards, and muscles all wearing girly birthday props as you blow candles off a Barbie-inspired cake or with whatever theme was trendy with girls back then.

And since you are 'a full-grown woman' under their stares, they act all overprotective of you, especially when some boy your age tries to flirt with you while buying something with their parent's credit card.

But they can't get it any more wrong!

While you excelled at work, your personal life remained empty. You’d never had a boyfriend, and the idea of romance felt as distant as your racing dreams.

Not that you were uninterested, quite the opposite. You don't recall when or how, but you started developing an attraction for MEN.

Not boys, but older guys.

No seniors, but that dangerous middle-aged group of males that make your knees quiver and for to you beg, "Please, Daddy, run me over with that sports car," as you stare at them driving past across the store's big windows facing the street.

You had a weakness for them, but those fantasies sadly were just that: fantasies.

Those guys remain totally out of your league, and well, you don't have enough of a social life for somebody to introduce you to a man of that type.

And let's not talk about the fact you have never had action of any kind. To your dad's peace of mind, you imagine, you remain a virgin. Maybe it's due to your shy nature or your insecurities, who fucking knows?

-

Fast forward a year and you are only a couple of days to graduation, the end of high school years brought you a mix of hope and dread, many universities showed up at your school to promote their college programs in a sort of 'Open Day'.

You avoid the Grand Prix Elite Academy people like they had the plague, knowing that's a dream you can't afford.

And they know it too!

You can tell by the looks of their extremely hot model-looking 'Student Affairs' promoters give you as you succumb to the temptation to peek into their fancy stand.

You nervously approach it without saying a word and leave after they unwantedly hand you a booklet with all the information about their college, programs, tuition, scholarships, and more, knowing you weren’t their target demographic.

They looked a bit annoyed to be there, to attend a school without potential or preferred clients.

-

Back at your loft, you remove your shoes by the entrance and drop your stressed tote bag on the couch before getting cozy as you gather the courage to hurt yourself by daring to flip through their booklet.

"Grand Prix Elite Academy, the ultimate path to success in the world of motorsports.

Our programs are exclusive bachelor's degrees designed for aspiring Formula One drivers and those who dream of pursuing a career in professional racing or the motorsports world.

Our racing driver program offers unparalleled training and mentorship from seasoned professionals, personalized coaching from world-class racing experts, and access to state-of-the-art facilities and cutting-edge simulators, opening you the doors to the world of F1 through our networking opportunities with industry leaders.

This degree aims to cultivate the skills and mindsets of future champions, being the ultimate platform for developing the aptitudes, knowledge, and connections necessary to reach the pinnacle of motorsports.

Drive to Greatness. Race with us. Go Elite"

After reading the entire booklet a hundred times and scanning all the pictures, you take a look at the degree's subjects, hollering at the tuition prices attached to it.

To enlist in all classes and enroll for JUST ONE school year! Pay for the accommodations, materials, and equipment required plus the maintenance fee and your health care/nutrition plan/insurance you needed for your dad to sell the house.

You can't help but be miserable, feeling the burden of your life dream getting crushed, and you cry till you fall asleep.

-

Your dad goes up to your loft, looking for you, worried, after three missed calls and sending several texts to your number, getting no reply.

The day was over, and you two should be heading home already to avoid traffic. He always texts you when it's time for you to leave, usually, you rush downstairs to the sidewalk by the store's exit to wait for him to pick you up in the car.

On this occasion it went differently, he comes closer to the sofa to wake you up, instantly noticing the GPEA booklet now spread on the floor next to your hanging hand from the edge of the couch.

He perceives the puffiness and redness of your eyes, you have been crying! That makes him feel a bump in his throat, he gets it, he knows why, then he releases a heavy sigh as bends to pick it up and place it inside his satchel.

He doesn't mention anything to you about it as you share dinner once you are home.

-

Graduation came and went, and your dad and his team of mechanics cheered and sobbed louder than anyone else in the audience as you went up the strand to receive your diploma, their little girl soon to be a college freshman.

And with that, the summer break officially arrives!

You applied for several engineering bachelor's programs within your budget, in town, or nearby like San Remo, aiming to carve out a path in the motorsports world, even if it wasn’t behind the wheel.

-

The morning the acceptance letters were due to arrive drew closer, and with each passing hour, your nerves grew. You crossed your fingers, silently hoping that rejection wasn’t waiting for you in a crisp white envelope.

When the day came, three out of four programs welcomed you, and for the first time in years, you felt a glimmer of pride.

Fuck yeah!

A part of you wasn’t surprised. You’d worked hard for this, acing admission tests and nailing interviews. Your grades had always been stellar, you were a nerd, after all. Still, the validation felt like a warm light after years of shadow.

But that same afternoon, the postman delivers something unexpected as you stare at him perplexed. He handed you an envelope, its heavy paper embossed with the Grand Prix Elite Academy’s prestigious crest. You froze, staring at it, trying to process it.

You tore it open, hands trembling.

It's good that your dad is sitting across from you at the shop’s counter, sharing a quiet lunch at the exact moment this unfolds, to clarify your doubts.

"What is this?!" your voice pitched higher than you intended as you hurried over to him.

"Listen, don't get mad at me," your dad puts down his fork and stops eating for a moment to face you. “And wait! Don’t get your hopes too high just yet,” he added, noticing your breath coming faster. “Read it first.”

"WHAT?!!"

"Y/N, breathe, easy..."

You quickly scan the letter's content.

"AH!" a funny scream comes out of your mouth, and you look at your dad with eyes so wide before pulling him into a tight hug, brusquely. "I GOT IN! I GOT THIS YEAR'S SCHOLARSHIP!! THIS CAN BE FUCKING HAPPENING!! HOW!!?"

"Language," he scolds you. "I applied for you, well, I wrote them an email pretending to be you. I hated it, by the way. I had to channel my inner annoying teenage girl,” he added with a mock shudder, rolling his eyes playfully. "Then, I sent their college board a long ass mail explaining them about our situation, I told them about your story, about your talent. I didn’t think they’d actually say yes," he looks a bit embarrassed at his confession. "Good thing I documented your entire and promising racing career as if were to be streamed on Nat Geo."

"HEY!" you protest at his hint of your doc belonging to the animal network.

"I knew... I know... how important this is for you. I'm so sorry that we cannot afford it on our own. I know my girl has the talent, after what we have put you through, you deserve a place in that college more than any of those rich kids. Thank God they went all charity on your ass and gave you that full scholarship!"

You laugh it off as happy tears run down your face. Your dad hasn't seen you this happy, not since your mom was still with you.

"OH GOD!" you exclaimed suddenly, scanning the rest of the letter.

Your dad’s heart skipped a beat. “WHAT?!” he asked, his brows knitting in concern.

“It says here I need to register ASAP on their virtual classroom platform since I missed the in-person summer program they just held!” you explained in a rush. “I just got in, and I’m already behind!”

Without waiting for a reply, you bolted to your laptop, fumbling to set it up. Before you opened it, though, you paused and glanced back at your dad. "Dad, I love you, you have nothing to apologize for, you have done more than your very best."

-

The countdown to the start of the academic year begins, and with each passing day, your anxiety levels increase. While your dad, watching your growing hysteria, began second-guessing his decision.

Billions of thoughts flood your mind.

What if they don’t like me? What if I fail? Am I even good enough? Will they welcome me? Shit, I have nothing to wear. For fucks sake this attire list is so pretentious. What the hell is "smart-casual" supposed to mean? Do I really need four cocktail dresses? I think I have something that fits the formal requirements but I don't own any black or white tie gowns. Aren’t we supposed to wear those beautiful, preppy private school uniforms?

OH, LORD!

-

Then, one morning, a heavy box arrives, addressed to you.

You tear the seal open, heart pounding, only to be met with a sight so luxurious it nearly knocks the breath from your lungs. Inside lies your Grand Prix Elite Academy welcome package, elegantly folded, pristine, and undeniably expensive.

Several sleek grey blazers, impeccably tailored. Blue, grey, and striped cashmere sweaters along with their matching pleated mini skirts that scream sophistication. And more, so many meticulously branded items, all designed by none other than Thom Browne.

You run your fingers over the fabrics, soaking their significance. This is real.

Enclosed is a note outlining the dress code: This uniform is to be worn temporarily, a neutral identifier until you earn a place in a faculty, each faculty has its distinctive liveries.

If accepted into one of their rookie driver programs, you might even secure a seat in one of their cars and maybe, just maybe, a shot at competing in the Elite Cup.

A shiver of anticipation courses through you.

But first, you were asked to do your faculty assignment process. Student Affairs made it clear: You must apply for two. If neither selects you after reviewing your curriculum and conducting interviews, you’ll have one final chance, an invitation from a faculty willing to take you in. If no invitation comes, you’ll remain within the general GPEA faculty, waiting for another chance next year when you are allowed to apply again or switch faculties.

You spend hours researching each faculty, poring over their legacies, leadership styles, philosophies, values, and ethos. You examine the pictures of their exclusive common rooms referred to as ‘hospitalities’—where only their alumni can gather and enjoy their exclusive facilities and where their special lessons take place. After careful deliberation, you submit applications to Mercedes and McLaren.

At the bottom of the box, you find additional paperwork, an extensive checklist of tasks to complete before your first day on campus, the official dress code handbook, and, at the very end, your scholarship details.

Your sponsor is ‘WomanOne,’ a global charity dedicated to supporting young women in higher education.

Reading their brochure, you’re flooded with a mix of awe and gratitude. The stories of resilience, ambition, and success ignite something within you, something fierce.

You swear, right then and there, to prove yourself.

Your grades. Your performance. Your reputation. Are crucial for them.

No pressure, right?

Study hard. Ace your subjects. Win the Elite Cup. Easy peasy!

-

Two weeks later, another envelope arrives, this time bearing an invitation to the Homecoming Gala, a luscious extravaganza, themed event hosted annually by GPEA to welcome their alumni.

How is everything they send so ridiculously luxurious?

The gala is scheduled two nights before the academic year begins, set to take place in their grand ballroom on campus.

It’s mandatory. The thought makes you laugh, you’ve never been demanded to attend a fancy party before.

-

Following instructions, you download the GPEA app and begin filling out your student profile. What should have been a simple task turns into an ordeal, costing you blood, sweat, and nearly a tear or two. It takes a million snaps before you finally capture a photo of yourself that you like and also meets all their strict requirements.

White background, check. Proper lighting, check. Face visible, check. Wearing the uniform, check. Medium-shot framing, check. A picture where you actually like how you look? Eh… close enough.

You did what you could, adjusting angles, fixing your hair, and trying to smile just right. You wanted to look perfect. You wanted to look like you belonged.

-

Four days later, a push notification pings on your phone. Inside the GPEA are two new messages in the ‘Drivers Market’ tab.

Your breath catches as you open them. The Ferrari and Aston Martin faculty principals have invited you for video interviews.

Without hesitation, you tap ‘accept’ on both invitations. Instantly, two new events are added to your iCal—different dates, different times, all set.

Shit just got real!

-

“Y/N is rather sweet for this brutal jungle. I hope she survives,” Lewis says, lounging in nothing but a pair of tight, white trunks that leave none to the imagination. He holds his beloved Seb in his arms, both of them sprawled across Lewis’s bed in his campus dorm, the same one Sebastian moved into, a decision that surprised no one. As he peeks at Vettel’s MacBook Air.

This year they were volunteering at the ‘Student Affairs Department’ to obtain the mandatory credits they need to graduate.

Well, Sebastian applied, and as always, he dragged Lewis along for the ride.

He was scrolling through the student profiles on the GPEA platform, their eyes landing on yours. As part of admissions, Seb inputs your details, and copies them into the student ID template on Canva, preparing the credentials for printing, the new student's credentials need to be ready soon.

“Is Y/N available in the Drivers Market yet?” Lewis asks lazily.

“Yes,” Sebastian murmurs, still focused on his screen. “All faculty principals have received her profile, but so far, only Ferrari and Aston Martin have booked interviews.” Seb angles his neck to tell Lewis, and places a sensual kiss on his lips while both his hands travel down Lewis's muscular thighs. “Guess what? She applied for Mercedes.”

“Interesting,” Lewis replies, his voice a murmur as he begins placing gentle kisses on Seb’s lips with each word.

“So,” he whispers, pressing another soft kiss to Seb's mouth, letting the warmth linger.

“Any,” another kiss, this one deeper and more playful, as he pulls back to meet Seb’s gaze, a hint of mischief in his eyes, his fingers tracing lazy patterns along Seb’s inner leg.

“News,” another kiss, teasingly slow, savoring it.

“From,” a suggestive bite on the bottom lip arouses them both.

“Zack?” he continues, slipping his tongue into the kiss, making Seb’s breath hitch in surprise and excitement.

“Toto hasn’t mentioned anything to us, has he?” Lewis ends the passionate kiss with a satisfied smile, pulling back slightly to examine the flustered expression on Seb's face.

Seb blinks, trying to gather his thoughts, “But you know how it goes my scholarship god. I have a feeling we’re about to find out soon enough,” he replies. Lewis tightens his hold around Seb’s waist, shifting his attention to the inviting skin of his collarbone, his lips trail down sucking his soft milky skin.

“Y/N looks so promising, such a talent with a raw story. Feeling nervous about it? She could take away your ‘full scholarship prodigy’ title,” Seb teases, his fingers dancing playfully over Lewis's chin. Without waiting for an answer, he flicks his laptop aside, the device bouncing slightly as it meets the soft mattress.

With a swift motion, he shifts onto Lewis, chest to chest, wrapping his arms around his neck and pulling him closer, enjoying his warmth.

“You wish!” Lewis laughs, delivering a playful but hard slap on Sebastian's asscheek before pulling him in tighter by his thighs, enjoying the softness of his skin beneath his fingertips. “I’m used to it, you know? Seems like everyone’s always after my titles anyway... and also my good looks,” he continues, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Feeling a tad nervous, then?”

With that, Lewis lets his hand slide lower, his touch deliberate, teasing, going inside Sebastian's tiny, lacy baby pink panties, igniting a low moan from his lips.

“You wish, no one gives you what I give you,” Seb moans out, rolling his hips into Lewis’s hand grip. “And this, baby," he pauses, his voice thick with desire, his gaze darkening as he slides his hand wrapping Lewis’s half-hard cock, “This is all mine, mine only.” He breathes heavily, his arousal palpable as he rubs against him, stroking Lewis completely erect.

“My dearest, would you care to remind me exactly what it is you give me that’s so unique?” Lewis flirts with a dangerous grin.

Sebastian tilts his head, a slow, knowing smirk creeping onto his lips. “Oh, love,” he murmurs. “Let me show you.” and slowly goes down on top of Lewis' body.

-

The Grand Prix Elite Academy is so far from your home that commuting daily would be a nightmare.

You’re beyond grateful that your full scholarship includes on-campus housing, securing you a dorm room within the prestigious institution.

With Waze as your guide, you now know exactly how much time you’ll need to reach the academy tomorrow, ensuring you arrive on time for the Homecoming Gala.

-

That night, sleep eludes you. Anxiety hits you as you think about the unshakable fear of standing out for all the wrong reasons. You whisper a quiet prayer, hoping that you’ll fit in.

-

From your Uber’s window, you watch as moonlight dances upon the shimmering waters of Monaco’s coastline. The car winds its way up the long, two-lane road leading to the luxurious and massive campus, hidden behind towering cypress trees and formidable stone walls that shield it from the outside world, standing there as a bubble of its own reality.

Tonight, the GPEA hosts the most glamorous Gala you ever attended, to mark the commencement of a new school year. As your Uber rolls past the security checkpoint, the scene before you is one of sheer excess and splendor.

Dorothy, we're not in Kansas anymore!

Lights swirl and flicker against the façades of the campus buildings, painting them with vibrant colors, while a video montage of legendary ‘Elite Cup’ moments plays across the academy’s main structure. Your breath catches as you recognize a young Lauda and Prost in the flashing clips.

The gardens are nothing short of breathtaking, with perfectly maintained green grasses, towering palm trees sway gently under the warm Mediterranean breeze, their leaves illuminated by strategically placed lights that cast a colorful glow on them.

The campus's modern and Monagesque architecture seamlessly blend, screaming money, modernity, and classical elegance. This place looks like an oasis adorned with meticulously manicured stances, flowers, fountains, walking lanes, scooters, and bicycle paths.

The architecture is a seamless blend of contemporary sophistication and Monégasque heritage, money, modernity, and classical elegance mixed in one. Wide, manicured walkways wind through manicured stances, flowers, ornate fountains, and cycling and scooter paths, every detail exuding wealth.

The soft sounds of water cascading bring you a sense of tranquility, soothing your nerves, though it does little to drown out the deep bass of the DJ’s set pulsating from inside the ballroom.

Your car slows, caught in the long procession of vehicles parading up the gravel driveway to the grand rotunda entrance. Ahead and behind you, the most luxurious cars, gracefully chauffeured guests who descend with elegance, women draped in breathtaking designer gowns and men clad in impeccably tailored tuxedos descend radiating effortless glamour.

You glance down at your dress, crossing your fingers that you’ll blend in.

-

This gala looks like something straight out of Gossip Girl, though it also carries the grandeur of the Met Gala just with fewer photographers screaming names.

As you step onto the red carpet, the intoxicating scent of thousands of fresh roses envelops you. The floral installation serves as both a breathtaking backdrop and a statement piece, adorned with the GPEA logo.

This year’s theme is "La Vie En Rose," and ahead of you, students glide through in couture floral-patterned gowns and tailored suits, both with vintage-inspired cuts, embodying the evening’s romantic aesthetic.

The row of photographers ahead flashes their lenses in rapid succession, capturing the splendor of the event. The electric buzz of the crowd is contagious, setting the stage for what promises to be an exhilarating night.

It looks like it's going to be a wild night!

-

And you were right. As the evening unfolds, champagne glasses clink louder, laughter grows uninhibited, and the party takes on a life of its own.

The room is filled with impossibly beautiful, impeccably dressed students, their effortless confidence radiating a sense of superiority.

Despite your best efforts, despite how striking you feel in your dress, you can’t help but feel a little out of place. Your look is elegant, but standing beside these elite attendees, it suddenly feels less.

-

You roam through the grand ballroom, taking in the opulent décor. Round tables draped in crisp linens, Tiffany chairs arranged with precision, students dancing, some drunk, some already making out, others whispering secrets beneath the crystal chandeliers that catch and scatter light like a kaleidoscope. Neon lights pulse against the tall walls with gilded moldings.

At the far end of the hall, a stage was built for the occasion, and hosts a world-renowned DJ, his beats blasting so hard that the champagne in your glass quivers.

Then, your eyes land on him.

Toto Wolff.

Standing just a few feet away, his presence commands the room in an instant. A wave of sensation crashes over you, striking you to your core.

Dressed in an impeccably tailored Brioni navy-blue tuxedo, he exudes effortless charisma. He’s surrounded by a group of students, all enraptured, clinging to his every word. They watch him in awe. And so do you.

Towering, striking, magnetic. The sheer presence of his striking features, towering height, and muscular body makes you ache for him.

Is this what love at first sight feels like?

You try and fail, to stop yourself from openly staring, mesmerized by his physical features and confident persona.

That’s a MAN.

He is pure eye candy, and you feel like a computer crashing by the overflow of emotions.

Then, out of the corner of your eye, you spot her, a stunning blonde with striking features, witnessing you lusting for Toto, and in a millisecond, you go all red.

She smirks knowingly.

“Oh, don’t mind me,” she says, stepping closer. “You have nothing to be ashamed of. That’s just the typical reaction to Toto. We’ve all been there,” her voice is smooth, rich with amusement. She extends a hand. “I’m Leandra de Vries. Ferrari sophomore. Haven’t seen you around before.”

You take her hand, still mildly flustered, Lea is a stunning, busty, lean but fit girl with legs for days and perfect hair and white teeth greets you.

So that's having a face card?! Her nose is to die for, Jesus, those eyes!

She looks tan as if Lea spent her summer at the beach, her skin silky, and shiny. I need to moisturize!

“I’m Y/N Y/LN,” you introduce yourself quickly. “And that gown is absolutely gorgeous.”

“Call me Lea. Leandra is my grandma,” she laughs. “And thank you! Vintage Dior. They just don’t make them like this anymore, right?”

As if you’d ever owned anything Dior...

Then she proceeds to showcase her dress, extending her long, athletic leg. She's wearing a stunning pink vintage Dior chiffon A-line gown with a seethrough effect that cascades elegantly to the floor, with intricately embroidered flowers on the whole attire.

“You look good, though,” she says, glancing at you. “Even in that…” she gestures vaguely at your dress before flashing you a playful grin. “Thing you’re wearing. No offense.”

You instantly look down at yourself following her hand movement.

“You better get used to these kinds of comments,” she warns, raising a perfectly manicured finger. “This place requires thick skin. And, preferably… a thick ass, too. My advice? Never take it personally.”

"Oh, thank..? you, I guess?!" you softly bump her with your shoulder.

You both laugh.

Lea leans in conspiratorially. “Is it from Zara?” she whispers, as if the brand name itself is scandalous as if it were something that shouldn't be heard, scrunching her nose, curious and disgusted at the same time, but with comedic timing. Nothing mean-spirited.

“Yes,” you whisper back, barely holding in a giggle.

She gasps dramatically. “We need to fix that. Remind me to get you into my wardrobe, I have some pieces that would fit you perfectly,”

You pretend to think about it, then grin. “Help me, please.”

She links her arm through yours with a smirk. “Done! But first, let’s take a walk around. Let the guys witness us.”

With a dramatic lift of her chin, she guides you into the glamorous chaos of the night.

-

So far, you like Leandra. She may have the striking beauty of a classic 'mean girl,' but her warmth, empathy, impetus, boldness, and honesty set her apart. She doesn’t hold back, and that’s exactly the kind of friend you need.

As you walk together, she tells you she transferred here a year ago from GPEA’s Italian campus after her older brother’s tragic and polemic crash at Monza, her parents wanting to leave the past behind and start fresh.

“Well, in reality, they were running from it,” she admits, her voice steady. “I’m a tough bitch. I faced it. Do I miss my brother? Like you’d miss breathing. Did I let it break me? No fucking way.”

She recounts how difficult it was to gain acceptance among the elites here, even with her wealth and family ties to the sport.

“The social circles here are airtight,” she explains, guiding you toward the bar. “I don’t want you to go through what I did.”

Then, with a dramatic flair, she waves her hands. “This place thrives on gossip, loves it, breaths it,” she warns. “And right now, my dear Y/N, you are the hottest topic, the ‘charity baby’ who got the ‘Lewis’ scholarship.”

She rolls her eyes, ordering drinks as you absorb her words.

-

Across the room, a conversation unfolds.

“Is she ‘Charity Baby’? She's kinda hot!”

“WHERE!?” Lando's head pops up from behind Oscar, eyes scanning the crowd.

“There, with our very own Lea,” Oscar nods. “Our girl loves picking up stray ones, doesn’t she?”

"How does that woman get even hotter every year?! Fuck, look at those tits, shit," Lando undresses Leandra with his eyes, almost at his feet.

"Already getting a hard one this early?! That's a new record, even for you," Max teases, smirking at Lando’s lusting for her.

Lea leads you toward their group, completely unaware of the conversation unfolding before you arrive. The group is gathered in a luxurious sitting area near the bar, where you overhear George leading a conversation as you approach.

“She’s still so out of your league, mate,” George quips, earning a round of laughter. “But how did it go with Arabella?”

“Oh, she was delicious, we had fun in the spa’s pool. Her ass felt terrific!” Lando lets him know the gossip.

“Arabella is the redhead with the great ass?” Max inquires.

“No, no, that was the Mercedes girl, the one I fucked within the old library,” Lando corrects, grinning smugly.

“You did Bonnie too?!” George’s eyes widen in disbelief.

“And the librarian,” someone adds dryly.

Lando nods, clearly unbothered.

“And my trainer’s assistant.”

Another nod.

“And that Human Resources MILF he got fired.”

The group continues listing off names, each addition met with amused howls and knowing looks.

“You better brace yourself for Lando’s disappointing dick game,” Carlos suddenly jokes, his gaze flicking toward you as he addresses you for the first time as soon as he notices you standing there in complete silence.

The entire group turns in unison, their attention now on you.

Your face heats instantly.

"Nothing is disappointing about my dick, I assure you, and if you’d like, I'm available tonight,” Lando shoots his shot, shamelessly flirting with you and reaching for your hand to place a kiss on it.

He takes your hand, pressing a playful kiss to your knuckles, his shameless flirtation earning a mix of laughter and exaggerated groans from the group.

“And welcome! Officially,” Sebastian chimes in, comfortably perched on Lewis’s lap, sharing the chair, as he watches the exchange with amusement. “Nothing screams Grand Prix Elite Academy as Lando pulling moves on you,” he adds.

“Lando, you truly fuck everything that breathes,” Yuki states, impressed, as he laces his fingers with his girlfriend Pippa.

“It’s all due to my INCREDIBLE dick game, to Carlos' jealousy,” Lando teases, winking.

Out of nowhere, you sense someone standing beside you. Turning slightly, you find Lance watching you with mild curiosity.

“I heard you come from a low-class family and got here on the full scholarship Lewis got, but with years without racing. All true?” His tone is sweet, almost innocent, but his words land like a slap.

“I told you, they live for gossip,” Lea interjects, rolling her eyes.

You swallow, forcing yourself to stay composed. “Yes, I’m from a working-class family,” you reply, your voice steady despite the attention now on you. “We own a car repair shop and an auto components store. I work there.”

Lance’s jaw nearly drops, his expression a mixture of shock and fascination. Sebastian, noticing both his reaction and your discomfort, steps in without hesitation.

“Lance, you can’t just ask that!” Seb scolds, shaking his head. “Unlike you, some people actually work for a living. God, you’re so out of touch. Excuse him,” he adds, giving you an apologetic glance.

“That’s my people’s princess,” Lewis murmurs fondly, stroking Seb’s cheek before shooting you an amused look as if to say, See what I deal with? He follows it up with a playful wink. “Lance doesn’t mean it badly, he’s just… not great with words.” Lewis clarifies the situation.

Lance rubs the back of his neck, nodding in agreement. “Yeah, sorry about that,” he mutters.

“Welcome, Y/N! I’m L—”

“L—ewis Hamilton,” you finish for him. “Yes, I know. Legend.”

Lewis grins, and for a fleeting moment, you see it, the unspoken understanding between you. He’s the only one here who truly gets it, who understands what it’s like to be an outsider in this world, who gets you.

People like you are rare at GPEA. Full scholarships are rare, and reserved. To think you share that small, elite group with Hamilton and Senna feels absurd.

Everyone knows Lewis’s story. His family worked tirelessly to get him into GPEA, scraping together everything they had before the academy itself finally took notice. At the end of his freshman year, still a McLaren rookie, he was offered a full scholarship, one that would change the course of his life, becoming first the college prodigy.

That's when Mercedes snatched him away, with a very juicy deal, they moved quickly, securing him as their reserve driver for their F1 team. When Michael Schumacher retires, they will honor their promise: Lewis will get a driver's seat in their racing team.

No one in the history of GPEA has won more Elite Cup titles than Lewis Hamilton.

-

After getting to know the group a little better, you’re caught off guard when Zak, McLaren’s faculty principal, approaches.

“Miss Y/LN, a word, please?”

“Of course,” you say, cutting your conversation with Mick short.

Zak leads you away from the group, making small talk before getting to the point. “I appreciate your application to join our faculty, but unfortunately, it’s not possible at the moment,” he says with professional politeness. “We noticed the long hiatus in your racing career, which puts you behind other candidates. However, we’ll be keeping a close eye on your performance throughout the year. Perhaps you can apply again in the future.”

A polite rejection. A door closed—for now.

“You have a promising future,” Zak adds. “You’re talented. I wish you the best. See you around the track, okay?”

“Bummer,” you reply, forcing a smile despite the sting in your chest. “But I understand, sir. I’ll do my very best. Thank you.”

-

The group had been watching from afar, reading the interaction like a silent play unfolding in front of them, betting their money it would have a Greek tragedy ending. As you return, their eyes scan your face, waiting for confirmation.

“And…?” Yuki asks first.

“Not McLaren,” you shake your head.

“Their loss,” Mick offers warmly. By far, he seems the most kind and soft-spoken of the bunch. Maybe growing up in his father’s shadow gave him an extra dose of empathy.

“I haven’t heard from Aston or Ferrari yet after my interviews with their faculty principals,” you admit, slightly worried now.

“Give it time,” Seb reassures you. “They’ve got tons of applications to review.”

Across the room, a microphone crackles to life. Lewis groans dramatically.

“Bloody hell, it’s too early to endure Ben’s speech. I’m not wasted enough yet,” he mutters, watching the man take the stage.

“Anyone feeling like powdering their nose before the speech starts?” Lea offers casually.

“Count me in, babe! You coming?” Carlos asks, tilting his head toward you. “Being high as a kite is the only way to survive this.”

“Oh! No, no, thanks,” you reply quickly, shaking your head.

“Guys, don’t go too hard! I brought mushrooms for later,” Max calls out, earning synchronized nods from the duo.

This night is turning out to be nothing like you expected. But so far, so good!

-

As the dean steps onto the stage, the microphone crackles to life.

“Good evening, esteemed faculty principals, staff, and enthusiastic students. As the dean of this institution, it is my honor to welcome you all to another academic year at the Grand Prix Elite Academy. We are here united by our shared passion for speed, engineering, and the excitement of Formula One racing.

Our college stands as a unique institution, dedicated to shaping the next generation of brilliant minds and innovative professionals in the motorsport world.

Remember, this year holds incredible opportunities for growth, learning, and discovery. I encourage each of you to embrace challenges, refine your skills, and push the boundaries of knowledge in this exhilarating field.

Thank you."

A lazy round of applause ripples through the crowd. Midway through the speech, Lea materializes at your side, catching you watching Toto once again, who stands among the faculty principals on stage as every year.

“Do you want some tea about Toto?” she whispers, following your gaze.

You nod, perhaps a little too eagerly.

"He's been single for over a year, and fucking girls around. Toto has a type: blond bombshells, the supermodel type, you know, with insane bodies. I'm friends with two of his conquests, and one told me he fucks like a bull and that he likes it hard and rough, the other girl let me know he has a delicious fat cock, but he hits it and quits it, leaving her begging him for more."

“He’s been single for over a year and has been, let’s say, fucking girls around. Toto has a type: blonde bombshells, the supermodel type, you know, insane bodies. I know two of his conquests personally. One told me he fucks like a bull and likes it rough. The other? She said he’s got a deliciously fat cock but he hits it and quits it, Toto left her begging him to fuck her on another occasion, didn't happen."

Your face burns at her words, something Lea immediately picks up on.

“Oh, and last time I saw him in action with my very gorgeous eyes, he was hooking up with Anitta, the Brazilian singer, at our fancy Ferrari anniversary party,” she adds, grinning. “Girl was all over him. It was a wild night. We all got smashed. I ended up cowgirling Dani so hard in the back of his car, oops.”

You elbow her playfully, glancing toward Ricciardo, who’s laughing meters away. “Daniel is hot.”

“And a moron,” Lea fires back instantly. Then her eyes widen. “Oh, right! Shit, I almost forgot, Toto went through a very public divorce about two years ago. It was the scandal. The talk of town. The elites went CRAZY.”

You glance at her, eager for more.

"His ex-wife is a counselor here so you will see her around. Those two have a weird relationship, I think they still fuck. Toto still looks at Susie like she is a goddess, I don’t blame him; she is one."

"So, then why did they—" you begin, the hint of jealousy in your voice surprising even yourself.

"No one knows for sure," Lea says, tilting her head thoughtfully. "But people believe Toto was cheating on her with a younger girl."

Your eyebrows shoot up.

"Oh, but that’s not even the shocking part, hun!" Lea waves a dismissive hand. "That’s usual in this city. What made it scandalous was who it was with, his goddaughter. One of his students. So, believe it or not, you may have a shot..." Lea returns you the soft elbow on the ribs.

Okay, this is a lot of tea.

"Just a warning," she adds, her voice lowering slightly, "Toto is a very demanding professor. One of the best. His classes are hard to get into, and even harder to pass. But if you manage to pull it off, you’ll earn a ton of respect around campus."

From the stage, Toto’s sharp gaze catches both of your stares set on him as he watches Lea whisper into your ear. For the first time, your eyes meet. There’s a glint of amusement in his expression, perhaps? It may be a knowing smirk just beginning to form in the corner of his lips.

You feel your entire body go Ferrari red as you shift uncomfortably under his stare.

"He has an eye for talent," Lea murmurs. "So think twice before choosing him. Plenty of girls sign up for his class just to get closer to him. Never ends well. He's a dream crusher, don't fall for it,"

She turns her head back toward the stage and smirks. "Oh, looks like we got his attention. Want me to introduce you? I’m one of his favorite students."

"Oh, no, no," you stammer, suddenly feeling like a nervous wreck.

Lea bursts into laughter, watching you spiral into near panic. "So you’re one of those who only likes to stare?" she teases. "How very voyeur of you! But I don’t judge, I like to watch too, sometimes. Especially when it’s two hot boys in front of a naked me." She winks mischievously.

"Shut up!" you laugh, shoving her playfully.

But your gaze drifts back to the stage once more.

And damn, he looks fine. That suit is tight in all the right places.

-

The gala gets wilder as the night progresses, the alcohol taking its toll on everyone.

Students are entranced by Lando’s impromptu DJ set. At some point, completely inebriated, goes up the stage, shoves the actual DJ aside, and claims the console for himself.

To everyone’s surprise, despite his state, he manages to create an intoxicating mix, one so sensual that couples begin hooking up all around as the lights go so dim and the neon lasers pulsate to the beats setting a perfect alluring mood.

Your body moves in sync with the rhythm, the packed dance floor a blur of shifting figures. Then Max offers mushrooms, and for once, you let go.

Fuck it. I deserve to feel alive.

As the others cheer you on, you take one. At first, nothing changes, you barely notice the effects of the mushroom. But soon, the world begins to shimmer. Everything feels lighter, freer, liberating. Each beat of music seeps into your bones, your inhibitions melting away.

Carlos catches your eye and grins, reaching for you. Before you can process it, he’s pulling you into him, sweeping you to the dance floor, his movements fluid and commanding. But as the song streams, as the effects of the mushroom deepen, something shifts, Carlos blurs before your eyes, morphing into the man who has occupied your thoughts all night.

The one you have been yearning for, Toto.

A rush floods your veins. The man from your future fantasies now stands before you, close enough to touch. You lean into Carlos, Toto in your mind, your body moving in ways you’ve never dared before.

His hand on your waist burns through the fabric of your dress, igniting something primal.

Your body sways seductively, syncing perfectly with the rhythm, lost yourselves in the moment. The neon glow reflects off your skin, highlighting the sheen of sweat from dancing. Your heart pounds wildly, breath quickening as you imagine Toto’s hands guiding your movements, his fingers pressing into your hips, shaping the way you move against him.

Even tho are Carlos's fingers doing it as you press against him, with heat, fervor, and desire.

Drunk on the atmosphere and your uninhibited desires. The alcohol, makes you feel bold and alive. Each bump of your body, sway, and spin, arouses you, amid your intoxicated and euphoric state.

Your dilated pupils lock onto his firm chest, your hands aching to explore further. You feel small beneath Toto's towering height, his intense dark eyes urging you to slide them down and run them around his dark hair.

You needed this, tempting display of youthful freedom. This release from years of sadness, loss, and solitude.

And as you move, completely untethered, you know one thing for certain:

You can’t wait for this new chapter of your life to begin. To be continued... < Previous chapter | Masterlist | Next chapter >

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[donutz]

Yandere Sebastian x reader if you okay with it?

Yandere alphabet Sebastian Solace headcanons

When Sebastian gets TOO attached

— Credits to @dear-yandere for the prompt!! I probably won't do this again because I don't enjoy yanderes all that much. But don't feel bad for requesting this, I enjoyed this and had many laughs ^_^

Warnings: There's gonna be a lot, but there's no acting it out I swear; Mentions of abduction, fighting back, lashing out, escaping, punishment(NOT IN A 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 WAY), dying(You don't die), isolation, crying, screaming, exploition, hurting Reader, revere/worship, breaking, manipulation, and drugging Reader!!; Remember they're just mentions, so it doesn't happen; This turns out to be bad at the end, I think, I'm just tired

Affection(How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get)?

Sebastian would get the urge to just hug you, specifically hugging you really tight just so you can’t leave

He wouldn’t do it himself, because he doesn’t want to get too close to humans

You’d have to act out most of the affection, physical affection especially

He doesn’t mind doing acts of service, and loves quality time

Spending time with you is just so simple for him, and really builds trust between you two

That’s what he thinks

You’d have to be near dead or just really emotional in a moment for him to say he loves you

It’s not like he doesn’t! No way! Who wouldn’t?!

But maybe it’s better that others don’t love you.. Romantically of course

Family is important

It wouldn’t get too intense, just hugging you pretty tight to the point you can’t go anywhere

Or just keeping you in his shop for a long amount of time, he already took care of that radar thing, don’t worry

He really likes to stitch up any injuries or help you with them, even the smallest cuts can make him want to heal you

One time you were hanging around for a large amount of time, taking in all of the time you two spent together

You realized that you needed to go, standing up to go to the vent

He stopped you, holding your whole arm with just one of his hands, yelling for you to wait

You looked back at him shocked and confused

“... Sebastian”?

“Could you.. Just stay a little longer”?

Let’s say in this moment you had a crush on him

“Uhm. Yeah, sure, I don’t mind”.

That interaction was the start of it, of him clinging to you, wanting you to stay here

Here with him

He wondered why he felt this way

Blood(How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling)?

Not too bloody, he finds human blood disgusting… Well– it depends on the human

Not really, I mean he’ll admit that your blood smells gross, whether he loves you or not

He might even feel a little bit guilty after

Minus the monsters, if anybody else really touches you, he’ll just scowl but leave it alone

He’ll most likely act out on somebody who was making you uncomfortable

Maybe even kill them? But not in his shop, somebody else may smell it and allege that he had done it

He doesn’t want to hurt them… In front of you, he’d just scare them off

If they didn’t get scared off then he’d break their arm

Then you’re just in the back watching it all, looking at the prisoner and then Sebastian

“.... Oh my”.

The prisoner would yell out for help, then they’d pass out

Sebastian would try to explain to you that he was just— Removing a bad.. Prisoner?

“No it’s fine, I— I understand”…

Maybe he loves you even more after that?

Maybe you love him even more now?

Cruelty(How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them)?

Uhm.. I’m not sure!

I wouldn’t think Sebastian would abduct Reader, mainly because he wants to focus on getting out of the Hadal Blacksite

But hypothetically, if he were to…

I think he wouldn’t try to smile at you every time he saw you, to show you that he wouldn’t want to be messed with

“Sebastian, you didn’t need to abduct me”.

“Uh— What”...?

He isn’t very good at the abducting thing… Maybe that’s why those ropes are so loose…

While that’s true, it’s mainly because he doesn’t know how to tie a rope

It’s embarrassinggg… Don’t tease him too much about it

He would TRY to tease you, make it SEEM like you miss the outside

Yet in this universe, you don’t mind, at all

But that doesn’t mean you enjoy just being by yourself down here

He would never mock you! Seriously anyways

Minus me not really enjoying yandere things, I actually would think that Sebastian isn’t really good at yandere stuff

Other than just having those feelings for you, breaking your legs is… Crazy

Ugh, don’t even SPEAK about isolating you from the world, that’s somewhat worse

He knows what it’s like, and if you’re not working for Urbanshade, he wouldn’t want to put you through that

Not the person he loves!

Why would someone do that…?

Darling(Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will)?

No, I mean if turning off that detonation system counts then yeah

Why would he abduct you just for you to die in thirty minutes?

That’s dumb.

He wouldn’t do anything romantic to you without your consent

If he did then that would mean he’d be just like those Urbanshade ‘people’

Eventually he’d just let you go

Disappointed in himself for even thinking of doing this

Sorry if you’re into abduction☹️

Exposed(How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling)?

Since he feels this way already, he might as well spill out his feelings? Right?

He’d let you read his document for free, after knowing and loving each other of course!

Randomly he’d just reveal bits and bits of his past, of Urbanshade, that stupid company…

In those emotional moments, he would talk about what had happened

Possibly even how he feels? Like everyday I mean, not about you

Actually it’s both

“How— How I FEEL ABOUT YOU IT— IT EATS AT ME EVERYDAY”!!!

Yeah

He’d turn his back to you, which is very important for a scared creature

Like a cat, I’m not saying he’s like a cat

He might like cats, or hate them, I’m not sure, just a random headcanon

He’d LOVE to open up to you, he swears!

He trusts you too, a lot

But in order for him to do that, please, don’t joke about his past

Sebastian can be very vulnerable, one time he was resting his head in your lap

Somehow

A huge creature on your lap, his head the size of your torso, it was nice

Fight(How would they feel if their darling fought back)?

There’s no point, he can crush your head with his hand

He would regret not drugging you

He’d slap you so you can pass out, but he doesn't want to hurt you! At all!

Please don’t fight back, you’re making it harder than it needs to be

You’re hanging up by the back of your shirt, with his claw, flailing

“Oh my god!! Sebastian I’m choking”.

“Oh, sorry”.

That wasn’t serious

He just might yell at you to stop fighting

Game(Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape)?

No, he’d be very annoyed every time you’d escape, it just shows how sane you are

The more times you try to escape, the more days you stay down here

Because if you escape then you might tell Urbanshade about him, they’re the only ones who know he’s alive so they might believe you

It’s better to just play into it, so you can leave earlier and be mentally okay

He doesn’t enjoy cat and mouse, not with you

I mean if he was hunting somebody down at that dumb company, he would LOVE it, temporarily

It’d get annoying after some time

He doesn’t enjoy watching you struggle and squirm in those barely tight ropes

He’d tell you to just give up, he’s not going to let you go

After many attempts of escaping, he’ll give you a HUGE tip

“If you want to escape so badly, then START loving me”.

If you’re smart enough, you’ll get that pretending that you love him will get you out of here

If you aren’t and keep escaping, it’s not going to go good for you

He may not be good at ropes, but he may be good with certain drugs

To keep you down here of course

He wouldn’t want to manipulate you into loving him

… He might have to though

Hell(What would be their darling’s worst experience with them)?

I would guess him giving you your ‘every-other-day’ drugs  so you can stay with him

Being convinced that you’ll stay down here with him forever is a bad one

Uhm… Him yelling at you?

God, he really doesn’t want to make it hard for you! Just LOVE HIM ALREADY!!!

IT ISN’T THAT HARD.

Or maybe it is

Abducting you wasn’t the best option so you can love him

He doesn’t enjoy isolating you from the world, but he can’t just have you getting with anybody else!!

No he—... He could never let you with anybody else

😈😈

Ideals(What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling)?

He’d hope you’d love him back

So he could let you go

He doesn’t want you to stay down here

He doesn’t want to drug you

It hurts

He doesn’t want for you to go through the same thing he did

Minus the experiments

Maybe not marriage, but being together romantically is a dream for him

He imagines being more happier

Happier with you

You’re so important to him :(

Imagining being at the surface, being Solace again

Oh what a dream.

He’d marry you if he was human

He is NOT HAVING KIDS!!!

It’s not just the sex part, it’s having to deal with kids

Don’t tell anybody I said this but… I think Sebastian is asexual...

Shh shhh…

Jealousy(Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope)?

He can get really jealous, only if he sees anybody else being friendly with you

Unless it’s the other monsters, he’d be surprised but also proud

Of the monster, but it also depends on the monster

If it was Eyefestation or The p.AI.nter he’d feel very proud

Getting along with a human is… Strange down here

To realize they’re all not bad

Some of them are good

Anyways, if you start to talk about your (possible)friends at the surface then his face expression would change

From a restful expression to slightly stressed and furious

He immediately wipes that expression off his face

Sebastian doesn’t want you to realize he’s jealous

Too bad you already noticed

“What? You jealous or something?” You tease

“No I’m just.. Surprised you have friends”.

“Ouch, oh wow you hurt me”!

He tries to not lash out, but maybe a distraction can work or something

“Heyyy! Y’know I think that I wouldn’t mind ONE person leaving MY shop RIGHT NOW”.

You two look at him with confusion

“AN INDIVIDUAL WHO I DON’T KNOW?” He hints

Your friend flashes him with a flash beacon

“WH—” Sebastian wipes his hands over his face

You look at your friend and get close to them while looking at Sebastian, “Alright I think you should—” 

“GET OUT”!!!

After they leave, you talk with Sebastian, trying to figure out what was going on before he got beamed

Apparently he was, ‘tired of intruders’

Kisses(How do they act around or with their darling)?

He can act kind of bashful when it’s just the two of you

He seems annoyed when you tease him but he doesn’t mind all that much

He jokes or flirts at times

Whenever he’s flustered he looks away, and you can tell by the lean of his head

He doesn’t try to act nonchalant or extremely confident, he’s just himself

He gets more on edge around others, but they get softer and less rigid around you

 You guys would seem like really good friends from a different point of view

Not really with the back-and-forth flirts you two do

If you say something that’ll REALLY get to him, he’ll go silent

And if he could, he would blush

Love letters(How would they go about courting or approaching their darling)?

I would think you’d confess first

He really doesn’t want to ruin the relationship between you two

But if he ends up confessing first then it would be on accident

He’d be rambling and then all of the sudden,

“And that’s because I love you and—”

Something like that

He didn’t even catch what he said so you’d have to call him out on it

“Wait what did you just say”?

“Huh”?

“Like— What was that last part”?

“Oh you mean ____”?

“No I mean before that”.

Then he’d look all confused until he realized what he said

Silence…

“Don’t worry I love you too I just wouldn’t think you’d say it so suddenly.” You laugh

Maybe if he was corny and back in college or something(If he was even in college) and HUMAN, he’d give you a love letter

I would think Sebastian would be good with poetry

Perchance

Mask(Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else)?

Yeah, but he wouldn’t make it too obvious that he likes you

Unless he was around somebody who’s emotionally intelligent, or intelligent in love

Then they’d definitely get the hint

He sounds more stern and angry around others, but with you he sounds more soft and calm

His voice is more lowered, not in a alpha🐺🐺 way but I mean more comfortable

Maybe even some voice cracks? If that’s possible

Make fun of him afterwards, it’s worth it even after he looks mad

Letting you hang around in the shop is diabolical, he just really hopes somebody doesn’t come across you two

Seeing him with his guard down and chilling with a human is his worst nightmare

Minus Urbanshade

It gets worse if they start to make fun of him for being around a human

He’s just more… Serene.

Around you

Naughty(How would they punish their darling)?

Oh uhm

We’re not getting 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 but, he would just make the days longer for you and give you MORE drugs

If you insult him he tries to not act out on it, he thinks it makes him weak

Letting insults get to you is weak

In his opinion

So the insults don’t have much consequences minus an annoyed stare

Oppression(How many rights would they take away from their darling)?

Maybe screaming?

I’m sorry I’m not too good with this yandere stuff

It’s uhh… Interesting to me😁

Patience(How patient are they with their darling)?

I mean unless you’re screaming for hours on end he can be pretty patient

But if you scream too much he’ll just have to put duct tape over your mouth

He’ll wait, and wait for you to just accept him

He really doesn’t want to keep you trapped down here

I know I’ve already said it but he REALLY doesn’t want you down here

If you’re obedient then he’ll just let you out early

If you’re obedient AND love him that is

He doesn’t want you to go telling others about what happens

Unless you make a deal

Likeeee

“If you let me go and we can spend more time together then maybe I could fall for you. Instead of drugging me and keeping me down here, I could actually love you”.

He’ll think about it then agree to it

And guess what!

You ended up loving him

Possibly…

Quit(If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on)?

He’d just give up after some time, expecting this

Expecting for people to leave him again

Humans

Let me split this up

— Dying

Holy MOLY.

He’s grieving forever

Your death would be the last thing he thinks of before crying to sleep

He HATES being reminded of your death every single day

Sometimes he thinks of not even meeting you in the first place

Then he wouldn’t feel this way, about a human

I mean seriously, if you couldn’t come back and I’m talking about realistically, he would be super duper sad!!

— Leaving

He knows it’s better for you, but he wants you with himmm

Unless you can get him out of here

Please get him out of here

He’s going to miss you, a lot

It’s been a year daddy

Sorry☹️

— Escaping

Oh my god!! How did you do that with those ‘tight’ ropes on your wrists!!

He’d be PISSED.

Searching for you, EVERYWHERE

It’s not like you’d go that far, or find those endless rooms

Right?

RIGHT???

Pretty please don’t escape, he just might catch you

Then he’s not letting you go, since it’s OBVIOUS you don’t love him AND you’re not obedient

Regret(Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go)?

ONE HUNDRED PERCENT

He would regret it everyday that you’re down here!

Sebastian doesn’t want to!! He just needs you!!!

He feels pretty bad for capturing you down here

Constantly worrying about if your head will pop from the pressure

Sometimes he thinks that he abducted the wrong person

He’d let you go if you loved him back, possibly even on the first day!

You’d be really lucky if he did that

Butttt, you’d HAVE to promise you won’t tell anybody about this

That he’s down here, other than the prisoners and monsters

A weight would be carried off his back when he would let you go

Stigma(What brought about this side of them [childhood, curiosity, etc])?

Loving you?... Or a sprinkle of no good human interaction?

He’s never gotten so close with somebody, except for family or having friends at school

Feeling this way about a human after the experiments hit him pretty hard

So I would think that the reason he feels this way could be because of the experiments

It’s affected him a lot, especially how he feels about the human species

He’s forgot some things, so he can’t really recall a good human action that’s happened to him

Him loving you and negative human interaction mixed together is the factor on why he feels this way

Tears(How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves)?

I wouldn’t say he’s a sadist, to you

If it were somebody bad dying then he’d smile

Heh… When I smile, RUN😈

I would love for Gianni to say that

Anywho, he wouldn’t enjoy seeing you suffer like that

It reminds him of the experiments he went through

Hearing your scream scares him in a way, to realize that he’s doing that type of stuff to you

To hear you screaming out of fear and pain

It makes him sad

He’s either going to let you go or just keep you forever

Depends on how he feels

Don’t scream, it makes him feel bad :C

Crying makes it worse

Are you really that scared?

Did he really do that to you?

The ‘person’ who loves you?

Is it really love if he’s torturing you?

If you were to isolate yourself then he’d think you broke

Just seeing you this way reminds him of lying on that cold table

Nearly alive and awake being poked and prodded at

Ughh, just shut up already and leave

That’s something he would say

Unique(Would they do anything different from the classic yandere)?

Letting you go and actually feeling bad for you

Not being fully insane

Feeling guilty

Actually being somewhat sane

Just feeling the way a good person would feel

Even after turning into that ‘monster’

He is definitely one in a million when it comes to yanderes

Vice(What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape)?

His feelings

And his trauma

Definitely his trauma

Not making fun of it, but more like speaking about it emotionally

“Did those experiments turn you this way”?

“The negative human interaction just— Impacting you when you realized that not all humans are bad”?

Yeah, make sure to use that against him

To make it seem like you know what he went through

Make it seem like his feelings are recognized

Manipulation 101

Wit’s end(Would they ever hurt their darling)?

NO!!

I TOLD YOU NO!!!

NOOOOO!!!!

That was a reference by the way

Aren’t I just so funny?

Xoanon(How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over)?

His respect for you is just average I would say

Before he met you it would be pretty small, then it would raise if you didn’t flash him with the flash beacon

If you show him genuine respect then he’ll do it back

Even if he loves you

He’s not going to worship you! Ughh, ew that’s… Nasty!!

He thinks it, not me!

Doing acts of service, like healing you, opening a door for you, things like that

He’d compliment you at times but it’s rare

He’d ask The p.AI.nter what are ways humans currently show affection

“HAH. LOSER.” It generates

Yearn(How long do they pine after their darling before they snap)?

If he gets hints that you love someone else

I’m getting tired it’s 11 pm

Zenith(Would they ever break their darling)?

He would think he did if you acted a certain way

But I don’t think he would on purpose

I apologize if I've annoyed you in anyway from mentioning how I feel about yandere stuff. I just find it kind of insane to even think of those type of actions, especially romanticizing it.

[donutz]

sebastian with a reader who gives him a ton of resources and asks if they can buy a kiss from him O-O

Buying a kiss from Sebastian

You aren't that delusional right?

— A big ol smooch. Mwah. Delicious fishy skin oh so yummy.

Warning: Shy reader, but not the stereotypical 'Y/N'; Stutters, I'm sorry I'll try to make it realistic; THIS IS NOT A BIG DADDY AND SHY Y/N TROPE.; Sorry I just wanted to warn you; I don't use Y/N anyways, I use Reader as if there's a difference😎; There's no kiss on the lips☹️; Buttt there's a teasing Sebastian; 'Bad' words; Non-human reader, they just have the ear fins; They have green-like skin with four yellow eyes! Two fakes ones underneath their original ones; They also can disguise as a human

After dying over and over again, you became acquainted with Sebastian. You saw him in the shop and even saw him when you were dead. You’re not sure on how the dying thing works but…

It doesn’t really matter as long as you get to see Sebastian.

You’ve gained feelings for him, even though he isn’t very.. Human. His little insults can be annoying but I guess it’s um. Reasonable? Yeah that’s something you don’t enjoy all that much.

But his voice and his tone is something that you like. You may have a strange taste but who doesn’t like a 10 ft tall man that has aquatic features?

… Probably every other normal person…

But some mermen can be attractive! You feel like a little kid crushing on cartoons.

Sebastian seems very closed off and distant from humans. Maybe because humans are the reason he’s this way?

That’s understandable.

I don’t think I would like humans at all if I looked like that either. It’s not like he’s ugly it’s just… It seems like he was human before being that way.

Anyways

Maybe since he doesn’t seem okay with other forms of affection— You could get him a gift! It’s unexpected, can be taken as platonic, and a way to get closer to somebody! Perfect!

Though what should you get him?

Hmm…

You don’t know any of his likes, favorites, nothing really.

Oh!

But he has a shop!

You could uhh. Give him some items for his shop!

And then…

Ask for a kiss!

… Is that too forward? Well he might like you back!

He might… Like you back..

He doesn’t really give many hints on his feelings towards love. Especially towards you, minus the lessened amounts of insults he throws at you.

Oh that could be a hint! He stutters sometimes too! But he did that before he truly knew you… 

Ugh, too many ellipses.

Oh sorry I didn’t mean to break the 4th wall.

Agh hem.

As the loop starts again, you decided that the gift could be items. Items to give so he can hold it for his shop. Then a smooch!

A smooch?

Yeah a kiss. Totally. He’ll definitely give you a kiss with those… Rubber… Lips…

Okay maybe a kiss on the hand can suffice.

Exiting the submarine you prepare to give Sebastian a ton of items in return for a kiss!

Are you really that delusional?

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.

.

Yes!

You end up finding flash beacons, flashlights, medkits— Actually maybe you should keep that one.

Y’know, just incase a good pers—

… Mmm…

People?

Just in case good people pops up.

Hate that thing.

Oh wow a lantern.

When it comes to the monsters and just being in this place in general, it’s like your whole personality switches. 

When it comes to Sebastian you’ll be all shy. But when it comes to just Urbanshade, its creatures, and Hadal Blacksite… You’re more mad and irritated.

Sometimes you even say bad words at the creatures.

Oooo.

Saying bad words even though you’re a grown adult.

How, “NO YOU CAN’T SAY THAT”!!

Y’know? 

When people infantilize shy characters?

Y’know?

☹️

You get pretty close to door fifty, having many helpful sources to give to that— man…

You hear an expected voice..(Oh how spooky)

“Hey. Come here”.

You look at an invisible camera pulling off that— Roblox man face or something- I don’t– I don’t know.

Speed walking over there in excitement, you hold a smile on your face. Your beautiful smile lines showing.

Damn, you really like him huh?

You crawl through the vents waiting with anticipation. Possible praise? Or even a smile?

You can’t wait.

Reaching the end of the vent, you immediately look up, bumping your head. It’s a good thing you have that head gear. You might’ve gotten a traumatic brain injury and five dollars.

… What.

A- Anways, you rub your head looking down.

“Oh damn. Well based on that head bump I already know who it is. Hello my favorite prisoner”.

“Hey Sebastian, yeah you’re so funny. Making fun of my h- head bump. Die”.

“Hey buddy I was justt messing arounddd”.

“M-hm- Mhm.” You let out pained noises. Getting out from the vent, you stretch out your limbs. Hearing a few pops

“Eww… Yuck, I hate those sounds.” Sebastian commented.

“Yeah they’re kinda weird about humans”.

“They suree areee”…

After a few seconds of silence, Sebastian speaks up.

“Soo, you gonna buy anything”?

“W- Well maybe, I– shiver, I actually have some gi- gifts for you.” Clearing your throat you physically cringe at the stuttering. It makes you seem.. I don’t know.. Fanfic material or something.

“Gifts”?

“Yea! Gifts.. T- To show you my um… G- Gratitude for- sigh, for giving me those items”.

He chuckled, “It’s not like I give you them for free or anything”.

“Yeah but sometimes you give me discounts”.

“Oh yeah huh”?

“So I— I wanted to give these to you, S- Sebastian”..

“You’re very stuttery today aren’t you”?

You look up at him while getting the things out of your bag.

You let out a shivery laugh, “Y- Yeah, I’ve never really um.. Given someone gifts before a- and it’s.. Spooky– down here”.

Sebastian could tell that was an excuse.

I know that was an excuse, it’s obvious you’re this way because of your little crush or something.

You hand Sebastian the items, his two claws engulfing yours. You wish these stupidly thick gloves were off your hands so you could actually feel his claws.

“And shaky”.

“Oh! Um”..

“You sure you’re okay?” He asks with concern. Putting away the items, he’s not sure why he even asked.

“Yeah I’m okay! It’s just um. Th- Those aren’t f- free.” Even with the small amount of built confidence, you were still very nervous.

“Oh of course they’re not. What is it? Do I have to give you some data or something? If you’re asking for cash then–”

“N- No”!

He’s surprised by the sudden and yippy-like voice.

“I uh, I don’t want data or cash”.

“... So, what do you want”?

“A. A uhm. Uh”.

“C’mon spit it out already”!

“A kiss!! Yeah a small kiss or something”..

.

.

.

Oh yes I love awkward moments, what about you?

“A kiss?” Sebastian repeats.

You nod, not even being able to speak right now. You’re looking at the ground with hands together and thumbs rubbing against the hard leather. If you weren’t sweating you definitely would be now.

“Y’know it would’ve made more sense if you said that before giving me the items”?

“Sebastian I’m serious”!

“Okay okay, yes you can have your kiss”.

You look up quickly, a quiet crack in your neck from turning it so fast.

You may think that you’re blushy and flustered one right now. Well that’s correct, if you can even blush.

Buttt you’re not the only one with a rapidly beating heart.

Sebastian’s trying to hide it, to not seem all vulnerable in front of somebody. Not just a human. Showing that you’re vulnerable is a sign of, I guess.. Weakness.

“But how can you even kiss me with that diving helmet”?

Oh yeah you forgot about that.

“O- Oh, yeah uhm- let me take care of that”.

That sentence peaks his interest, if you were to take that off then he’s sure your head would pop.

“W- Wait I was just joking—!” He reaches out to you to stop you, putting his right claw over your head gear.

Even though you’d be just fine with the pressure, you were shocked he even stopped you.

“Oh uhm. Sebastian. I’m not fully human, I can handle the pressure with or without the gear”.

Whattt??

His face scrunches with confusion and shock, stunned. 

You take off the head gear, but don’t worry, you’ve managed to disable that explosion thing. Just temporarily, they haven’t noticed yet.

You hold your gear in your hand, looking up at Sebastian.

You smile, showing off your yellowish, blueish teeth. Your ear fins sway slightly, up and down.

“Yeah I’m not really uhh, human. Fully anyways.” You set your gear on the ground—

“A- And I’ve taken care of that blowing up device. S- So don’t worry”.

God he reallyyy hopes that nobody walks in right now.

“Th- They can’t hear me either so, I’ll be fine temporarily. I’ll soon have to turn it all back on so they don’t suspect anything”.

Wow.

He thought you were kinda dumb to add onto your shy personality.

Damn.

That’s um.

Surprising.

You can feel his stare on you. It’s not very uhh, it’s not a good feeling.

You look back up at him, putting a hand over your forehead as if it were a visor.

“Do I not look good or-”

“N- No! That’s not why I’m staring. It’s just.. Surprising. I couldn’t really get any hints on how you weren’t a human”.

“Ah, well that was on purpose actually. I- I’m not sure if you really do scents but– I gave myself a more human scent and covered up the dark green skin with a more human one”.

Woww, yes you’re sooo smart.

He keeps on staring at you.

“Anyways, what about that uhm.. That kiss..?” You mentally cheer at the least amount of stutters in the much bolder question.

“O- Oh yes”!

Oo! A stutter!

“Well I doubt you would kiss me on the lips”.

“O- Oh I don’t m- mind— Ughh, I don’t mind kissing you anywhere really. Just a kiss itself is fine”!

“Oh really?” He teased.

“Y- Yes.” You whisper.

“Well, how about a kiss to the palm, yeah? Not too forward and nearly just the right amount of romance”.

“Yeah that’s fine”!!

Your somewhat wobbly legs move over to Sebastian. He slightly moves his right claw to your face, casting a shadow over your head because of how big it is.

You grab both sides of his hand and lean over to his palm, giving it a quick—

Smooch!

To the palm. Even after the kiss you still stay there for a few seconds, before backing away with your hands behind your back.

You hurriedly put your head gear back on before quickly stuttering out—

“T- Thank you f- for the k- kiss! I enjoy- gulp, enjoyed it”!

Rushing out of the shop, you let out a huge breath.

As if this was some show, the camera would pan to Sebastian’s scrunched up face, his lip(?) quivering. He’s happy that he’s cold blooded, or else he’d be blushing very, very hard right now.

He holds up that same palm, and puts it to his lips(??).

Letting out a shaky breath.

Guys guess how much words..

1773!!! I'm so good at um. Long fanfics yeah😛😛

[donutz]

Sebastian Solace x mute & transgender! reader

It's your first time meeting Sebastian, though.. Your kind soul warms his cold heart

— Sebastian doesn't have that much of a cold heart though so Idk where I was going with that one

Warning: Stitches and needles; Mentions of gashes; Sebastian warms up pretty quickly, I don't like it that much but hey🤷‍♀️; "Signing, looks, like, this".; There's tension, not sure if it's sexual but there's tension;

Speed walking through the halls, you constantly looked around you. Anxious for another monster to pop up. Especially those Squiddles… When it came to even darker rooms you jogged through, hating it when you had to search for a keycard.

You were injured, not too bad. Just a gash in your thigh.

*Good thing it couldn’t chop off anything..*

*I wish it got chopped off.*

It’s hard to breathe or really walk anywhere with your binding(If you do bind). After that ‘minor’ injury, you searched through the drawers and lockers, looking for a medkit. Since you found a flashlight earlier, it might be possible to find a medkit.

You look up at the door number, slightly aching your eyes. Immediately looking down at the ground, you repeat what you saw in your head.

‘Door 48’.

It hurts to blink, to walk. Limping your way into the next room. Expecting anything, except a flying vent grille.

“Got something for ya, come here”.

You jump, yipping in your head. You look around for any flashing lights or peering bright green eyes. Maybe even a squiddle? No, none of them.

“C’monnn, I got good things for you, my own shop.”

You physically quivered. Walking over to the vent, and exhaling while crawling through the tight space. Your wound opening up more.

Reaching the end of the vent, you look around, not seeing much. Until a comforting light turns on.

“Welcome, welcome”!

You jump. Bumping your head against the metal vent.

“Oh… You alright?”

Sebastian wasn’t sure why he said that. He just met you! Worrying about a human… Ridiculous.

You shake your head in response. Bumping your head hurt more than it normally would. You’re stressed, hurt, and scared. Not a great combo.

You look at him, signing, “You,speak, sign, language?”

Sebastian’s eyebrows(?) rose.

“Oh! Um”..

“No”. He accidentally signs.

You tilt your head, confused. 

“You.. Don’t”??

He lightly slaps his face. Realizing he said the wrong thing.

“No I do, kind of”.

“I, just, signed, the, wrong, thing”. He sighs.

You show a surprised look on your face. Though it’s not very visible through your darkened visor. You smile, happy that someone could finally understand you. Even if they weren’t really human.

“I’ll talk, though. If that’s.. Nevermind, my name is Sebastian.”

You finally crawl out of the vent, more comfortable now that you know he’s more kind than any other monster down here. Looking around it seems like this small area is a shop.

Oh wait, he said that earlier.

“If I’m correct, you’re… Instructors told you to grab a crystal and secure loose assets. Well as a trade, you give me the data and I give you useful items. It seems like you need a healing tool for that… Gash”.

It seems like you forgot all about that. Maybe it was because you were too focused on Sebastian.

“Well I do have a medkit for that, just 250 research will do the trick.”

Opening your bag, you check how much you have. Your bag pops up a holographic screen of the amount of data you’ve collected.

Around 1755 data.. That’s more than enough.

You walk over to his tail, picking up the medkit and setting it on the ground to collect the right amount of data for it. Maybe even adding an extra tip to give to Sebastian.

You hand him 300 research, smiling because of your appreciation for his kindness. He counts how much there are, his mouth scrunching from confusion.

“Hey— you.. Gave me extra. It’s only 250—”

“I, know”.

“I, just, wanted, to, give, you, extra. Because, of, how, kind, you’ve, been, to, me”.

It was as if your face was glowing within your gear. You’re a very kind human.

“... Why thank you”. But this isn’t a trick right? Urbanshade isn’t trying to make me all soft?

I’m not sure if I can trust this one.

You buy the flash beacon next, giving him the correct amount. Now you only have 1205 research left. Standing up, you hear a pop in your knees from crouching.

Sebastian visibly cringes from that sound, he isn’t very used to that sound. Not anymore.

Peering at the table, you spot a document. Sebastian looks away from you, looking at the light meters high.

You look at him, and he looks back at you. Side eyeing.

“Who’s, document, is, this”?

“That document is mine.. Urbanshade makes documents on every creature or prisoner they have. They probably even have one on you”.

You look back at the document, pondering.

“Is, this, for, sale”?

“Yes, for 1000 research of course”.

You’re surprised at that large amount of ‘money’, but it is reasonable. It’s not like you would want anybody reading a document about you for a small amount. Especially if you’re more of a private person.

“I’ll, buy, it”.

Sebastian’s mouth lightly gapes, “You really have that much”?

You giggle, nodding at him, finding his surprised look funny. You hand over the data, while Sebastian smiles. Mainly because he can use this against Urbanshade, but also because of you. You’re not really like any other human he’s seen or heard of. 

You’re a kind soul.

“I’ll have that ready for you when you’re at the surface”.

Smiling even wider, you step, putting a bit too much pressure on your right leg, causing a sharp pain to shoot throughout it.

You whimper, stepping closer to the wall to sit down. Right near the vent.

“Oh my, you really need that fixed don’t you”?

Nodding, you sigh.

“Do, you, know, how, to, stitch”?

He’s taken aback, it’s not like he thought you knew how to stitch an injury or something. It’s just because he might have to get close. Close to a human.

“I-.. Yes. I do”. He stuttered.

You notice his visible discomfort and worriedly sign, “You, don’t, have, to, if, you, don’t, want, to. I, see, that, you’ve, gone, through, enough, already”.

“When, it, comes, to, humans.” 

He gasps, staying silent as he takes in what you signed. Yes, he has been through enough when it comes through humans.

But you’re different.

“No it’s fine r-really! I’ll stitch it up for you”. He's still not sure why he's acting like this.

He bends down to your height, being careful with his tail. He’d let you rest against it but… Maybe that’s too far.

A few seconds later, he has the smaller needles and thread carefully sat  between his larger claws.

It’s quiet, minus the low ringing of the lights, and the slight swoosh of the fan.

“Okay uhm.. Deep.. Breaths…”

Inhale

He sticks the small needle through your skin, flinching at the feeling. Though it wasn’t too bad.. Just a hard pinch.

Exhaleee….

You might as well fall asleep because of the earlier adrenaline. And god. That hurt. Nevermind a hard pinch, that felt like getting— Ughh. I don’t even want to describe it.

You throw your head back looking up at the heightened ceiling.

… Do you think that’s where Sebastian crawled from?

Like maybe in a vent or something..?

… Sorry—

Pinch!

You grab his sleeve.

“I’m sorry alright! I don’t mean to—” He looks at you. Letting out a sigh.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to yell. I’m just…” He inhaled.

Looking at him, “Stressed”? You signed.

Scrunching his eyes, glad you know what he’s feeling. 

Exhaling, “Yeah. Stressed”.

“It’s, okay. I, don’t, mind. I’m, not, the, one, stitching, after, all”. You let out a small laugh. So does he.

“.. Thank you”.

He loops through 3 more times, just one more loop left. During the three loops, you were holding his hand. Warming it up, warm blooded and cold blooded.

Literally and mentally.

“Alright just one more left and we’re done”.

Finally.

Going through the last loop, he tightens the stitches, holding your hand tighter now that he’s finishes his work.

You observe it, astonished at the fine service.

Looking up at him, smiling, you sign, “Thank, you”.

“S, E, B, A, S, T, I, A, N”.

“You’re.. Welcome”...

You slowly start to lose your vision, falling to your right, which leads to Sebastian catching your body with his tail.

“O- Oh”...

I did a different writing style on purpose, I think. Idk I wanted to sound like a professional writer on A03.

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OOOO SEBASTION SOLACE X CYBORG READER WHO’S A RECKLESS, LAIDBACK ADRENALINE-JUNKIE??? :DDDDDDDDD

PRETTY PLEASEEEEE

(also do u write for block tales by chance :>)

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Sebastian Solace x cyborg! reader

The Sun and the Moon

— I do in fact not write for Block Tales, but I've played it before! I also apologize for taking long to get this out, I was with my best friend for a few days ^_^

Warnings: If you want to know how Reader looks then their head is like this and their body is like this; It doesn't have to be your exact body shape, but that's just how it looks; No, the body doesn't give you your gender, you're always gender neutral in my fanfics(Unless specified in a request); Reader is 11'8, I used a wheel for that

‘Wow this place is bigger than I thought’.

You looked around, the sound of your super cool boots clanking against the ground with a deeper sound. Your (To humans) heavy right arm swinging while your left hand is gripping your hip.

Your head turning to the left and right, with a grin on your face.

“Cool!” You shouted, making a surprised face with cartoon-like pursed lips.

“I didn’t mean to say that out loud”.

The speakers cut on, a man’s voice booming throughout the site. With a slight jump, you look up at the ceiling.

‘Hm, that’s uhh. Dark’.

“Continue to move on towards the marked path”.

“What marked path?” You looked down at the floor, seeing a line of green pipes. “I don’t think that’s the path but okay”.

You wonder how that man even saw you, you’re not even a prisoner here. Well— You currently aren’t a prisoner.

Not anymore.

You’re quite the tall figure, so you had to crouch to get through the door. You found whatever was in the rooms fascinating!

At times you would run too fast and accidentally run into a wall. Being clumsy and ignoring every scream of pain. Sometimes bumping your head under a desk.

“I mean— confident chuckle, Yeah I could probably bust a pipe or two but it’s not even that bad! Just a wrench is all I need”!

“... Where could I even get a wrench”?

Door after door it was starting to get boring, minus that green shark that swam in front of the windows. 

You were pretty bored, until you stepped upon a room that was a mix of bright and dark.

‘Wow it’s even more boring in here’.

You let out an annoyed, bored, and loud sigh, exaggerating your boredom.

In the middle of your.. Sound— A vent grille shot to the other side of the room, falling into the endless hole that was on your right.

The sudden movement stops you from your groaning, your abnormal senses going through the roof.

Suddenly you can fully feel the ground beneath your feet, you can hear the distant sounds of the man from the speaker.

And suddenly you’re intrigued by what’s in the vent.

“Hey, come here”.

A wide smile spreads through your face, maybe you can find another being like you down here! Human or not, you still want to see what’s over there.

After squeezing through the tight vents, you look around the room, not seeing much.

Dang it.

You knew it would’ve been better if you had night vision!

I mean come onnn, a cat has night vision! You should too!

A light flickers on, seemingly not one from the tall ceiling. Because of the new light, your iris(Including pupils) zoom in and out.

You look up at the source of light, seeing a man, yet not a human. Maybe an experiment like you!  ██████ is where you came from. Not Urbanshade or whatever it is.

He seems to cut himself off because of your looks.

You don’t look weird right?

It could be because he’s never seen a cyborg before, that’s normal to be surprised! To be surprised at your adjusting eyes and visible pipes. 

After a few seconds of silence, you spoke up.

“Why’d you stop speaking?” You climbed out of the vent, (unnecessarily) stretching your limbs.

“I thought you were introducing yourself”?

He looked up at you, taken aback even more, from your very tall height. He immediately looked back down, tucking his side bangs behind his fins.

“W- Well I was, before I saw.. You”.

“What?! Did I shock you?! Take you by surprise?! Why thank you Sebastian”!

Oh, so you were paying attention.

You put your hands on your hips, with a smile on your face, turning your head in directions to look even more around the shop. Now that you can see.

“This is really cooolll!! You set this up?” You asked, turning back to him.

He looks downwards, his side bang falling back into his vision. Which made him quietly groan with a tch sound.

“Yes, I did. Anyways if you want to buy anything, don’t give me real cash. Currency in this shop is the data found within the drawers or lockers.” He explained, attempting to pin his side bang back only for it to fall again.

You let out an understanding noise, pulling out something from your bag.

Sebastian heard the rustling sound, and looked back at you. His (invisible)eyebrow raised out of interest.

“I have this hair clip, chuckle, I don't know why I have this since I don’t have any hair. But I want to give it to you, your side bangs seem to keep bothering you”!

You held out the white hair clip in your hand, waiting for him to take it.

“... What”?

“Uh. What do you mean ‘what’? I’m giving this to you! Y’know, for your continuously falling bangss”??

“That’s not what I meant, I mean why are you giving this to me? I just met you”.

“Oh um, I didn’t mean it that way. It’s a gift!! Take it”!

He doesn’t end up taking it from your hand, staying quiet.

“Alrighty! I’ll just place it on the desk.” Comically, an exclamation mark appears by your head, seeing the document on the table.

You point at it, looking at Sebastian.

“This yours”?

“Yes– It’s 1000 data though, so I’m not sure if you’ll be able to buy it”.

“Uhh, I’ll check in my bag”.

You dug into your bag, finding two shiny blocks.

“Here,” You hand him the two blocks, “My system tells me this is equal to 1000 data”.

His mouth hangs partly open, a few blinks, and he takes the data from your hands. He checks out the blocks, looking at them from different angles.

You take the documents and almost open it, oh yeah, consent. That’s a thing that everybody needs to be concerned about.

“Are you okay with me reading this in front of you”?

He looks at you, confused.

“What”?

“That’s your second what of the day. Do you give me your consent to read this in front of youuu”!!

“.. Yes that’s fine”.

It’s like you glowed from your smile, looking back at the file.

After a few minutes, you close the thin folders.

“I find it cool that you’re an experiment too”.

.. THAT’S THE FIRST THING YOU SAY??

He would’ve thought you’d talk about him killing somebody, or- or the fact that he was once a human.

Wait did you say too?

“I mean– I wasn’t a human but I am an experiment. I wasn’t made by Urbanshade though I was made by  ██████. I’m glad we have something in common”.

Your mood switches in a second.

“THAT’S REALLY COOL!! YOU GOT ANYMORE INFORMATION YA WANNA TELL ME?! I WANNA HEAR”!!!

“I MEAN, I WOULD KILL THOSE SCIENTISTS TOO IF I WERE YOU.  HAH! YOU’RE SO COOL!! CAN WE BE FRIENDS”?!?!

Oh goodness.

I tried to fit in the adrenaline junkie at the end, I completely forgot about it.

[donutz]

Sebastian Solace fanfics, oneshots, etc—☆!!

Divider by @khaer!!

Sebastian Solace x mute & transgender! reader

Sebastian reuniting with his kid

Sebastian getting comforted hcs + small fic

Sebastian accidently meeting non-human! reader

Yandere alphabet Sebastian headcanons

Buying a kiss from Sebastian

Sebastian x cyborg! reader

Sebastian with a burnt out reader

[donutz]

I’m accepting requests for Sebastian Solace!! I have seven requests. That's nice, now I have ideas😎

[donutz]

Pressure fanfics, oneshots, etc—☆!!

Just Sebastian lol ^^

[donutz]

What aboutttttt............ Sebastian with his daughter/son/kid? Maybe before he got experimented on he had a child but couldn't see them anymore once he got fished, and recognizes them while they're a prisoner? I'll leave age/gender up to you

Not forcing!! Thank youu

Sebastian Solace reuniting with his kid

Meeting up with your father once again...

— Omg dad time!!!😂😂

Warnings: Father issues; PLATONIC!!!!; Negative thoughts, please DO NOT take them to heart, I don't mean any of that towards you, you're an amazing person ^^; Implied depression; Thoughts of su!c!de; Angsty but not so much; Reader can't get hurt by the monsters; No mention of age or gender, but Reader is over 21; Short :P(569 words); Cliffhanger!!

Staring at the blank and reflecting submarine ground, you see yourself. Well is it really yourself? With all that gear it could be anybody else.  They sent you to that prison because of what you’ve done.

Or did you really even do it?

No of course you didn’t.

They just think what your father did passes down to you.

Framing innocent people, killing them.

Disgusting.

To cover up your ‘mistake’ you signed up for this. They would’ve killed you like every other person, you’re not special(This is a lie, you’re amazing).

You arrive at the Hadal Blacksite, the large door opening. Revealing a large working site.

Stepping out, you hear a man’s voice through the speakers above. You look up. Nothing. Are they really even above you? Maybe they’re in the walls.

Are they watching you?

Can they hear you?

Can he hear you?

Does he know where you are?

Where is he?

Where are they?

Oh yeah, look upon the task ahead of course.

‘Ugh, this anxious stuff going on really hurts’.

‘Maybe I shouldn’t have signed this. Just so I could die’.

‘Being with dad sounds nice’.

You slide the keycard through the door. Door 001. You’re somewhat ready for what lies ahead. Any monsters, I mean you’re meters below the sea levels! Who knows what’s down here!

Door 020

You walked into a room, with a large window. Darkened, not really seeing much. Then a bright green light illuminates the room to your left.

Stupidly, you look at the source of light, seeing multiple green eyes with stars in them. Though they don’t affect you, at all. 

It’s.. Confused. Why won’t it affect you?

Oh. You’re his.

Nevermind then.

The shark swims away, leaving you in the dark. Again. It comes back a few times, but only to just see you.

Still, her eyes don’t affect you.

30 doors later, a vent grille quickly shoots to the other side of the room. Your tired eyes showing no fear or shock. Looking at the vent, you wait for something or someone.

“Need to stock up”?

.

.

.

What.

Now your eyes show some type of emotion.

They shrink, crinkles showing at the edge of your eyes, straightening your lips with a look of confusion on your face.

“Da—”

Your voice blanks out, your own vocal cords cutting itself off. Not from belief, you just haven’t talked for a bit. Your lips are dry, and your throat feels like a desert.

You clear your throat, going up to rub your eyes, only for your hand to bump against your visor.

Damn it.

“I have good thingss I swearrr”!! He jokes.

You walk over to the smaller space, getting down on your knees to crawl through it.

Reaching the end of it, you stand up.

“Welcome wel—”

Sebastian cuts himself off when he meets your gaze. His smile fading.

Comically, zigzags lightly shake around yours and his head, as if making some sort of connection through a radio channel. Your face makes a confused and focused look once again. While Sebastian looks surprised.

It’s silent.

You shake your head—

“Sorry— Do I know you”? You ask, cupping your sweating hand(Though it’s not like you can feel it) around the back of your neck, rubbing it.

Sebastian is taken aback, as if he recognizes that voice.

“Well I—… I just might”…

“… What’s your name”?

.

.

.

“Sebastian”.

You gasp—

“Dad”??

Short because... I'm more used to romantic stuff... And like... Yeah

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What we do in the shadows (TV show)

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sebby x transmasc reader headcanons? i'm feeling self indulgent today >:)

Whoo, Yeah! I'm finally getting to answer this one! I personally have little to no gender at any point in time, and my lovely Co-Star has all of the gender and fluctuates fairly regularly between the shiny genders they've collected. So this is written from the shared trans braincell, gotta support the homies ✨

(Hope you have a wonderful day!)

Sebastian Solace x Transmasc Reader

[Warnings: Transphobia and misgendering (neither one from Sebby) and mentions of Dysphoria]

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• Honestly, this fish bastard couldn't care less

• Your gender, job, and species are COMPLETELY irrelevant to him, the ONLY thing he really cares about is whether or not you are going to buy his stuff

• His gender? Shopkeeper. Now give him your data-

• If it's not addressed, you are literally just another man that Urbanshade sent on a suicide mission, he really doesn't care what is or is not in your boxers

• Can't stress enough that he's ONLY supportive when you or someone else brings it up, Sebby never pushes the topic. If you didn't know you told him or that he found out, you'd honestly think he didn't know

• Now, are there ways this becomes relevant to him? No, absolutely not, you are just another guy that's going to buy an expensive flashlight and then die several terrible deaths.

• It's not until one of the other expendables starts to misgender you that he even seems to notice

• "She? I don't particularly see any women in my shop at the moment- If you're sick I'm going to have to ask you to leave so we don't catch whatever nasty thing you have."

• "I think you meant 'Him', as in 'I am going to hand Him my gun and look away when He makes you a stain on my tile'. Do you understand me, expendable?"

• "It's funny hearing someone only packing 3 inches try to decide what is and isn't a man. I think we all know his is bigger than yours is, so if you could shut up about it that would be great."

• Sometimes he's more sassy, sometimes more outwardly aggressive, and occasionally he tells someone off in a way that's a bit more on the side of entertaining, but he does always make a point to stick up for you

• If you need your hair cut, he'll do it. He cuts his own hair and has for the last decade, so he's actually pretty good at it! Better at messy styles, but he'll try a clean one if you really want him to

• "If you die because your hair is in your eyes, I won't get your data. You must understand this is to my own benefit, Y/N."

• Sebastian is... Starting to call you by your name. You're not sure when you stopped being an expendable like everyone else and started being the name you actually chose for yourself, but you've surely become different to him

• Sebastian was born a man, and handles issues regarding your situation completely casually unless it 100% HAS to be verbally brought up, so you are left completely confused by what you did to get closer to him like this

• Was it somewhere between him validating you or defending you? Was it when he sat with you for the first or third time while you were wrestling your disphoria? Was it trust, or maybe pity... It couldn't be pity, right?

• One day you'll find out he's sees himself in you

• He says it like a joke when he starts to talk about how they treat you differently when they don't understand you. Researchers treated him the same way a handful of the other people down here treat you.

• He knows it's not quite the same, but it feels the same for him sometimes. When they call him 'it' instead of he... Sometimes he calls himself an 'it' or a 'thing', too even though he knows he hates that. Do you feel that way when they call you a she? He'll just go ahead and start banning those people for you both, he doesn't like them anyway.

• He isn't comfortable in his own body anymore either. He didn't choose what he is now the same way you didn't choose what you were born as

• Sometimes, his body doesn't fit right, either. He hates that he understands that feeling, but he does...

• He's starting to get comfortable with that familiarity, and with maybe not feeling so alone

• Is it wrong of him to enjoy having found someone he can relate to? If even just a little?

• Sebastian knows it's probably awful of him, but he's making a point to be good to you for it

• It makes himself feel better for a while when you can connect like that so naturally...

• It makes him feel human again.