Trapped In Here, With You (Sebastian Solace X Reader)

Author note: This is my very first time writing fanfiction, but this fishy boi infected my brain so here's my attempt! This is an Experiment! Reader, I warn, but I tried to write it so you can still read and ignore it. Reader is intersex. No specific pronouns. I refuse to use Y/N. Slightly OOC for Seb.
Edited on 30/12/24

Today has to have been one of the worst exhibitions into the Blacksite you've gotten. All the Anglers have been in nearly every room, you narrowly escaped a Pandemonium, a Wall Dweller got close three times too many, and you have no light.

The turrets gave you a lovely crimson decoration in the dark.

"Thank fuck." You say when you make it, by a hair, to door 52, and Sebastian's shop is open. You desperately need a med kit, and a light, and a break. And why are you so warm today!?

"Oh, heyy, it's you. Glad you could make- Damn, you look terrible." Sebastian paused in his greeting to interject at your state. Granted, you did look terrible; clothes ripped and dried blood on some seams. That's already if we ignore the effects of experimentation on your once human body.

You look like if Sebastian had a darkmode. Or if the Eyefestation had blue eyes instead of green, hence, your codename; Evileye.

You knew Seb, before you were both convicted.

But hey, at least you're slightly humanoid! . . . Ignore the snake tail, fin ears, gills, and shark teeth, though.

As you crawl over to grab the medkit off his tail, Sebastian's head perks up. You, thinking he's just going to make fun of you, ignore it.

But then he slithers behind you, leaning over you and forcing you to crane your neck straight up at him. One of his hands taps at your shoulder to alert you that it's there, then it trails under your collar to the flat of your back. ". . . You're warm." The Saboteur mutters. Retracting his hand back to your shoulder, where one of his others moves to check your forehead. "Are you sick or something?"

"With all the swimming and constant anxiety, I don't doubt it." You quip, having barely a drop of energy to actually entertain.

"I'm serious, E, do you feel sick?"

"No. Just frustratingly warm. Like my skin wants to melt off my bones."

" . . . Would you say you feel hot and bothered at all? Like, inside of you?"

Sebastian loses a bit of his joking demeanor as he questions you. "Brain fog, ringing in your ears?" He continues. "An incessant need for something that you can't quite put a finger on?"

You catch onto the slight resignation in his tone. "What are you implying?"

"Oh, you are going to hate this. Listen, I know you know basic animal facts because you're a nerd, but you're obviously familiar with heat cycles and that crap. I don't need to explain further, because you're smarter than that."

"I beg your what." You flush.

"I know you aren't deaf. Strip, the least I can do is help you out." Sebastian is already unbuckling the scrambler from his back, and tugging off his scarf. "Hurry up, we're both adults."

"Back peddle a bit here-"

"You're going to be a delectable target for the Anglers if you don't get some help." Sebastian's tone turns sardonic once more.

With a grumble, you start on the scrambler before messing with the buttons of your uniform. Curse Urbanshade for these overly complicated buttons, no it's not because your hands are shaking. Why is there a zip too-