Sebek Zigvolt x GN!reader
“ tw— mentioned of skin picking (reader receiving), body dysmorphia (sebek), and probably small tidbits I hadn’t thought of to put in this (lazy bum editor overworked in class today anything for free food tho) “
—⚡️ TOO MUCH FAE TOO MUCH HUMAN
Sebek was a proud fae. Well, he uses the word fae. The human side of him made him feel weak, pathetic, void, and helpless in ways he hated. He felt like the title was dangled above his head like a prize given to those last place in the race of life.
So what really shocked Sebek, was falling for somebody like you. He’d never mean to harm your dignity with his words, he’d known better. Human’s survive off many things, dignity is one. What he couldn’t control, was those holes drilled into his brain telling him that your flesh was measly. He’d fought the urge to just pick pick pick off your skin until he could make you a fae like him.
A strong, never faltering fae.
This made gaps in your relationship; Sebek knew that it did. You were you, a human. Somebody that would die when your time ended, or something took you away. Sebek was him. A half mixed horror. (He was not, but the poor boy doesn’t understand that.)
Many examples shine in the dark, like a torch illuminating the horrors he didn’t want to come out. Such as this evening, with you coddled up into his arms, slow breaths and stable heartbeats keeping the two of you afloat in the waters of slumber. His head slowly found it into the crook of your neck, his hair just lighting brushing against your throat as he peered an eye open.
“[name], are my scales hurting you? If they are, by any means tell me. I don’t mean to discomfort you, beloved.”
He looked up at you with a scowl as he sat up from his comfortable spot against you.
“Don’t act strong, I know they are. You’re shifting around to stop them from rubbing onto you.”
His nose twitched slightly as he looked away displeased. You could only stare at him in confusion for his defensive stance against his own features.
“Sebek, I told you they weren’t hurting me? Why are you acting like they are harmful to me, I was shifting because your hair was tinkling me.”
He stared back at you again, before huffing as he sunk back down next to you.
“I don’t want to hurt you. You’re a strong person, with such fortitude- and… and… I cannot harm you. I swore an oath against it. I worry every second if I’ll break it.”
Sebek turned on his back to face away from you, sacrificing the warmth you shared him, in favor of sulking. He slowly rubbed his arms. If it had not been for how late it was, his quiet words and understanding character would have been enough to prove something was going on.
“I worry I’m too human for Waka-Sama and too fae for a human like you. I wish I could just pick off somebody’s being and mold them into something that fits my identity. You do too much caring for a measly half like me. Too much human, too much fae. I curse my father.”
You hum lightly to pull his attention back to you, softly nudging your nose into his shoulder.
“You’re not too much. You’re perfect. Perfectly human, perfectly fae. Your mother was a smart one. Married who she loved regardless of the consequences, you have ought to know what a line you come from. You’re you, Sebek Zigvolt, and that’s the most anybody could ask for.”
He grumbled as he turned back around and pinched your skin as he avoided eye contact. Though the pinching barely pulled any of your skin. He was not the best at showing appreciation, but he tried. For you. And perhaps his beloved was right. He was perfect the way he was. He molded right into you.
“WAKAAAAAAAA-SAMAAAAAAAA!!!! YOU HAVE SUCH BEAUTIFUL TASTE FOR ATTRACTING THOSE PERFECT TO YOU!!!! THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME YOUR BLESSING IN TAKING YOUR FRIEND FOR MY OWN BELOVED LOVER!!!!”
You roll your eyes as you look to see Lilia’s evil smirk at you all the while Malleus confusingly tries to understand what Sebek means.
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“ I admit , my work here did not exceed what I wished , but oh for now it must do . Thank you to the old Vixie for whipping up something (˶ˆᗜˆ˵) “
