#barkspawn oneshot

[barkspawn]

I desperately need the "Why dont you go marry them if you like them that much?" "...Are you jealous?" "Am not." prompt with Sebastian😫😫

I made myself laugh with this one

Amelia and Shane were hard at work all morning getting the coop ready to house chickens. Well, Shane was doing most of the work and explaining every detail to her. Everything from feed to love made its way into the discussion. She hadn't realized how passionate Shane was about the things he enjoys; in this case, chickens. She asked questions along the way, wanting to be a good chicken mom. 

Despite her best efforts, her mind wandered to later that afternoon when she was going to hang out with Sam and Sebastian. She had been growing increasingly excited to do so, having developed a bit of a crush on Sebastian after she ran into him in the rain one day. They shared a heart-to-heart and it changed so much about her view of him. She'd always thought he was attractive, sure, but he was also grumpy and tried a little too hard to be cool despite being around friends who were most times definitely not cool. 

Since the talk though, she understood. He wanted to be sure that he fits in and that there was no room to be rejected. He often felt as if that were the case in his family, which broke Amelia’s heart. She assured him that it would be something he'd never have to worry about with her, so if he needed to just… Let the facade down and nerd out or just vent, the farmhouse was always open. He had come over fairly often too, pacing on her porch in frustration with Demetrius and how his mother couldn't stand up for him when she knew that's what he needed. He’d get overly excited and need to talk about a new book in Cave Saga X (which he was happy to find out she liked too), and sometimes he'd have horrible customers. The most recent time he came over, it was a customer who screamed at him and was genuinely hostile over the color of the font on her website. She was paying well and he had to drop her. 

She took a chance and hugged him that night. She thought he might have never let go, just relishing in the fact that someone cared enough to try. 

Oddly, though, he left as soon as the hug ended. She assumes it's because he felt emotional or that he felt like he let his guard too far down, but she didn't know. She just knew that her heart had started to swell for this man. But she'd get over it. 

“Earth to Amelia?” Shane called, a handful of hay in his hand as he waved it. 

“Shit, sorry, Shane,” she gave him a genuine apologetic smile, “just a little distracted, I guess. What were you saying?”

He explained his point once more before they worked, finishing the preparations in the next hour. He agreed to bring two chicks in the morning and went home, a small pouch of peppers in hand. 

She made her way up to the house, taking in the vastness of her farm and how far it's come. As she turned her attention back to the cabin, her eyebrows shot up in surprise. Sam and Sebastian sat on her porch, Sam in a chair and Sebastian laying in the small, chair-like hammock. He looked so comfortable she was almost jealous. 

“Oh, hello, boys,” she called, chuckling as Sam jumped up and leaned on the railing, waving excitedly. 

“Ameliaaaaaaa,” he called back, pouting, “I know it's supposed to be later, but we're bored out of our minds.”

“I pretty much live in a state of boredom,” Sebastian chimed in, just loud enough for Amelia to hear. She was suddenly hyper-aware of how dirty and sweaty she was. She gave them both a small wave as she leaned on the banister as Sebastian finished, blowing smoke he had inhaled through his cigarette, “so Sam was bored.”

Sam threw a gardening glove at Sebastian, laughing as it drew out a surprised scoff as it smacked him in the chest. It left a large dust mark that he tried to brush away, “so not cool,” he mumbled.

She shook her head and opened her door, gesturing inside, “you guys are welcome in. You know Loaf missed you,” she looked at Sam, who had become a fast friend with her corgi, Loaf, “and I actually made some sashimi to bring for you later if you're hungry, Seb.”

Sam had run inside, and the excited barks from Loaf blended with Sam’s praises. Sebastian stood out of the hammock, struggling as everyone does, though he smiled at her, “sashimi, huh? That's one of my favorites, how did you know?”

“I'm just good like that,” she teased, following him inside and going to her mining bag by the door, fishing out a frozen tear and offering it to him, “just like I know you love these.”

She smirked as he took it, his touch delicate as he looked over the cool stone before looking down at her, surprised, “I do. Thank you. Really.” 

She smiled and nodded before turning toward the restroom, pulling her curly (and very tangled) hair down from her bun. 

“Make yourselves at home, alright? I am covered in dirt and smell like hay, so I need to shower. She backed into the bathroom, pointing at all of them, “it better not be a wreck when I come out of here.”

Sebastian smirked and walked over to the couch, contemplating getting the sashimi, but wanting to share with Amelia. The fish isn't easy to come by or filet… And he appreciated her. Sam took Loaf outside to run around (and not be destructive), while Sebastian lay on her couch, tossing this weird, sticky ball thing that Amelia ordered as a joke to throw at his ceiling, hoping they'd fall randomly on him in the day or even when he was sleeping. He cursed the high ceiling in his room. 

The little things were fun though. You just throw them up, they stick, then they fall. Easy, mind-numbing things to get lost in thought. 

He’d been over here tons of times now, bitching and moaning about everything that brought him down, whether it be a particularly shitty customer or Demetrius. She was always there to listen and, often, in the middle of the night. 

The last time he was here was when she hugged him. He hadn't been hugged like that for as long as he could remember. Abby and Sam would throw their arms around him for photos or as thanks for a gift. But Amelia held him. She wrapped her arms tightly around him, her head on his shoulder, and just held him there. 

And he didn't want to let go once he wrapped his arms around her and rest her head on hers. She smelled mainly of lavender and honey, mixed with the scent of the hay she had begun to lay. 

It calmed him immediately and he was sure she felt his heart racing. Until he realized the situation he was in and fled. He thanked her and went home, his breathing ragged as he panicked on the mountain path. 

He really, really liked her. 

He continued trying to distract himself from those ideas with the ball, Sam coming back in just as Amelia came out of the bathroom, fresh in pajamas as she towel dried her hair. 

Just don't look at her. Don't think about her. Be cool. 

She came out and plopped onto the armchair across from the couch, legs tucked under her and raising an eyebrow at Sam, “and where is my dog?”

Sam raised his hands in defense, “he's on the porch in his bed. Safe and tired.”

Amelia laughed, looking over at Sebastian before rolling her eyes, you kept those silly things?”

He continued starting up, refusing to be caught off guard by one, “of course. It's easy, repetitive, and mind-numbing enough to distract from any real issues.”

She flinched at that, concerned it meant he was mad about the hug… But he held on so tightly. 

“So, Amelia, you've hung out with Shane for like three days!” Sam (sort of) chimed in, moving away from that conversation to another, less tense one. Sebastian scowled, glad no one could really see his face as Sam continued, “something going on that you're not telling us?” 

Amelia was taken aback by the question as the soft thumps of the ball hitting the ceiling grew a little louder. Sebastian wasn't trying to throw it harder, but here he was. 

“No, Sam,” she laughed, more awkward than convincing, “he's super nice once you get to know him! He's helping me get ready for the baby chicks to come tomorrow morning.”

The noise grew louder, no one noticing as Sebastian spoke, his tone colder than he meant for it to be, “so once you get past him telling you to fuck off, you just buy him pizza and beer until he's nice to you?”

She stared over at him, Sam's eyes shooting to him as well, shocked. Amelia couldn't help but smirk, grasping onto her suspicion, “well, yeah, he was kind of a dick at first, but he's getting it together! Quitting drinking, taking care of all of the chickens. He's really good with Jas–”

“Why don't you go marry him if you like him so much?” he murmured as he threw the ball up once more, though it seemed to stick a little more than he meant for it to. 

“Seb, dude…” Sam started, thinking the same as Amelia. She held her hand out to stop him as she shifted to face Sebastian. 

“...... Are you jealous?” she asked, her trembling voice masked only by a bit of a teasing tone. 

Sebastian sat up, his hand supporting himself as he shifted his position to face her, his expression a mix of panic and forced confusion. 

“What?” he looked over at Sam for a moment who had an incredulous look on his face. Immediately, he turned back to look at Amelia. He couldn't hide the crimson in his cheeks, his voice a normal tone despite his demeanor, “jealous? Why would I be jeal– ah, fuck!”

With a small smack sound, the ball finally released from the ceiling, landing on the top of Sebastian's head. Oddly, he was thankful. His hand moved to touch the spot, chucking the ball at Sam as he absolutely lost his mind in laughter, nearly falling over. Even Amelia’s hands held her side in laughter as she managed, “oh shit– worth every fucking penny.”

After a few seconds, even Sebastian had to laugh at himself. 

The three of them hung out for a few hours before the two men stood to leave. Sam’s arms flung around Amelia in a bear hug, “Goooooooodniiiiiiight!”

She yelped, but ultimately laughed as he set her down. 

Sebastian gave his signature smile and wave, not quite meeting her eyes as they headed for the door. 

“Hey, Seb,” she called after him, Sam stopping outside of the door, “I want to ask you something if you can stay for a minute?”

She was suddenly nervous as all hell, watching as he turned to look at Sam, who smiled and gave a shrug, “I know how to get home. Text me, dude,” he pointed at Sebastian, waving bye to Amelia, “you too, Amelia!”

They both gave their goodbyes before Sebastian stepped back in, shoving his hands in his pockets as she started, her voice too soft, “are you hungry?”

He blinked, looking over her face as she bit her bottom lip, a nervous habit. 

“Uh, I guess a little?” his brows furrowed as he walked to the kitchen island, leaning on the outside while she went to the fridge, pulling out the sashimi and offering a smile.

“It's fresh from this morning… I don't want it to go to waste,” she placed the small plate before him, a set of bamboo chopsticks resting on the side. He leaned on the counter across from him  

Despite himself, he smiled, picking up the chopsticks, “you really went all out, huh?” he tapped the little metal cup of soy sauce in the middle of the plate. She felt her cheeks go warm. 

“I want to make sure I can do the dish justice! And given your expertise…”

He laughed, eating the first bite, his hand over his mouth while he chewed. 

Dear Yoba. 

He closed his eyes for a moment and let out a noise not too far off from a moan, her cheeks growing even warmer as he opened his eyes and nodded, “Ames, this is fucking incredible.”

She laughed shaking her head and rolling her eyes, “okay, I'm glad you like it but there's no way it could be incredible,” her voice tapered at the end as he pointedly picked up a piece and held it over the soy sauce. 

“With or without?”

“Seb, I made it for–”

“With or without?” he asked, his voice more firm. She couldn't protest if she wanted to. 

“I uh… However you eat it?”

He chuckled and dipped it in just enough to add flavor before holding the chopsticks, hand cupped underneath to prevent dripping soy sauce. She went to reach for it, but he pulled it away, shaking his head, “not with your fingers, dingus,” he teased before holding it back out, “I'm not gonna stab you or anything, I promise.” 

She laughed and rolled her eyes before leaning in and eating the roll, chewing slowly as he studied her face for a reaction. He gave her an expectant look as she finished chewing. She paused for a long moment, her heart choosing her next words without consulting her mind. 

“I'm not into Shane like that.”

His smile faltered as they stared at one another, both of them seeming to hold their breath. He relented after a moment. 

“Okay…” he didn't know what to say. He wanted to not care, but he found himself relieved. 

She bit down on her lip, her heart sinking as she thought she misread him earlier, ”just… Letting you know.”

“I'm glad,” he nearly choked on the next bite, “wait, not glad you don't like him, glad that you told me?” he managed, finally bringing a small smile back to her lips.

She reached out and took his chopsticks, eating another piece with an appreciative hum. Though, she did rather like being fed to be fair. 

He faked offense before she gave them back. They finished the food like this, not realizing it was growing past 2 am. 

Her eyes widened and she stood, frowning. 

“Oh Yoba, it's 2 in the morning,” she looked at him, eyes wide, “how are you even going to see to–”

“Ames, I've gone home this late before, I'm okay,” he reassured her with a smile, stepping toward the door. She took a breath, nodding. 

“Right. I.. Never paid attention to the time the other night…” her voice quieted as she inadvertently brought it up, “I'm really sorry if I crossed a line, Seb.. I just knew what I'd need and I guess I–”

He reached out to touch her shoulder, effectively quieting her, “don't tell anyone, but it actually was really nice.”

A smile formed as she looked up at him, relieved beyond words. He hummed a quiet, “C’mere,” before using the hand on her shoulder to draw her into another hug. They both held on tight, exhaling the tension in a deep breath. 

After a long moment, he spoke, his voice almost inaudible, “I am glad you aren't into Shane.”

She could feel his heartbeat as she was sure he could feel hers. She squeezed a little tighter than before pulling back and looking over his face before leaning up to press a gentle kiss to his cheek. 

“I'm glad that you're glad.”

If his face weren't red before, it burned crimson now, his freckles almost completely hidden in his blush. Still, he smiled, backing up before turning toward the door. 

“Good night, Ames,” he hummed as she leaned on the door frame to watch him off. She smiled, giving him a small wave as he made his way down, turning around as he made it a few feet past the house, “actually, Ames?”

She arched her eyebrows, stepping out for a moment so she could see him better, “hmm? Everything alright?”

He ran a hand back through his hair, still taking small steps back, “wanna grab dinner with me sometime?”

Her smile grew as she watched him, “are you asking me on a date,” she teased, her inflection like that of before. 

“And what if I am?” she could hear the smile in his voice as his steps backward toward the path were as slow as he could make them. 

“I'll make us some more sashimi and I'll come to meet you by the lake. When?”

“Tomorrow? Around 4?” 

“I'll see you then,” she laughed, calling back as she walked into the house, “now turn around before you bust your ass!”

He laughed, the sound echoing over the farm.

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[naomifj97]

Lace

“—You still wear it?

They both know that’s not the question she’s asking. It doesn’t matter. The answer is still yes.”

Or: Grey Warden Alistair stole the leather lace Oriana used to wear on her wrist all the time, tying it over his own.

King Alistair still wears it.

Wrote this while trying to shake off writer's block. Shamelessly cheesy Alistair x The Warden oneshot, 2k words, kinda canon compilant. Follows my own personal headcanon, but can be read as a stand-alone without worries. Also, for once, happy ending for this one (or, at least, a hopeful one), because I kinda have the feeling we all could use one at times like this.

Enjoy! Fic under cut!

Ever since she can remember, Oriana Tabris has worn a leather lace around her wrist. It’s a habit she got from her mother, Adaia, who usually wore one just in case she needed it to tie her hair up during any of her daily affairs. She had insisted her daughter did the same, and little Oriana learnt very early in her life that her mother was always right, so she complied even before she could actually discover that, yes, having on you an item to tie up your hair in case you need it is very useful.

That’s exactly what nineteen-year-old Oriana tells her fellow warden, Alistair, when he asks about the lace in her wrist.

—So, you’re telling me you wear that even if you already have your hair tightly braided? —he wonders, tease and a bit of incredulity in his voice.

Oriana shrugs.

—You never know. It may come in handy.

Alistair raises his eyebrow, skeptical, because, honestly, despite those past weeks traveling and engaging in constant battles and even falling into a lake together (Barkspawn might be to blame for that), he has yet to see Oriana’s braid get loose. Some strands may escape from the braiding during a particularly tough fight, yes, but, essentially, his partner’s braid stays in once piece, containing her rebel locks of dark, wavy hair. He has not seen her having to re-braid them after leaving camp, not once, neither has seen her using that leather lace in her wrist. So, he’s sure is more of a habit than a mere precaution, probably a meaningful one thanks to the memory of her late mother.

He doesn’t tell her that, though.

—Well, if that’s so, maybe I should start wearing one, too.

Oriana lets out a small chuckle, her eyes not leaving the road they’re walking by.

—Maybe. I’m sure your insultingly long bangs will be getting in your eyes in no time… —she replies, nudging him with her shoulder, and he can’t help but smile.

—Of course! My hair grows fast, you see!

—Sure, sure. I can barely see your nape anymore. Are you sure it doesn’t tickle around here?

Before he knows, her fingers are on the back of his neck, effectively making his skin go goosebumps. If he blushes, Alistair blames the midday sun for it. Yes, the heat is to blame, not her long, steady, covered in leather fingers nor her sweet touch.

—Inclined to teasing and mocking are we, my lady? —he says once his voice has returned to him, because for some strange reason he has found himself quite fatigued suddenly.

Oriana smiles, a witty, sly smile with a hint of cockiness in the way her lips curl and her eyes half-close, and takes a hand to her chest to feign indignation.

—Of course not. I would never —she raises an eyebrow, eye-siding him—. Unlike a certain warden I know of…

—Oh, I see… —he mutters, jokingly, thoughts of mischief invading his mind.

Oriana notices his naughty smile just before Alistair reaches her left wrist and unties the lace in a swift movement.

It takes her for surprise, both, his boldness and the way her heart responds to his breathing on her cheek and the closeness of his body. She blinks, twice, to clear her mind, and that small moment of weakness allows Alistair to jog away a few steps, shaking the lace in an obviously mocking way.

 —Hey! You could get your own instead of stealing mine! —she protests, stopping in her tracks and crossing her arms over her chest; she tries very hard to pretend she’s irritated, but her smile gives her away.

Alistair knows, because he’s quite acquainted already with the smile hidden in the corner of her eyes and the urge to laugh on her lips, so he shrugs innocently.

—Mayyyybe. But what fun would be on that?

He then starts jogging again, in an obvious offer of a challenge and Oriana is never one to back on a challenge.

“If you want it, come here and get it”.

He doesn’t give it back. And Oriana doesn’t really ask him to. He tries to return it a few days later, as they reach arl Eamon’s home with the mages to cure Connor, but she allows him to keep it. She jokes his hair is actually getting longer and he’ll need to tie it back in no time, but Alistair sees the gesture as it is. So, he ties the lace over his left wrist and he treasures it as something that ties him to her even when they are apart.

So, the Warden raises her eyes to the sky, the blue, bright sky over the road that takes them to Redcliffe and follows him with a playful cry of “Alistair! Give it back!”.

The first time that happens, that leather lace is the only thing that offers him comfort.

Oriana dives into the Deep Roads with Morrigan, Sten, Zevran, Barkspawn and that dwarf, Oghren, and leaves him behind to hold back the crisis on Orzammar. They discuss their options the moment it becomes clear they will have to dive into the Deep Roads; they talk and reach a conclusion Alistair is not satisfied with.

He knows she’s right, that they’ve done what they had to, because there’s only two Grey Wardens left in Ferelden and if something happens down there it should be at least one of them to carry on.

He understands. But that doesn’t mean he has to like it.

He hates watching her leave. It almost physically pains him, and, immediately, he feels smaller, lost and confused. He’s become so used to her presence, to rely on her for instructions and decisions, that he finds himself totally clueless when she’s not by his side.

It becomes a routine, a habit, one that keeps him sane and positive until Oriana returns.

So, as Oriana’s back disappears into the tunnel, his fingers find the lace in his wrist, under the gauntlet, and hold onto it for dear life. He caresses it, in a rhythmic movement of his tips, up and down, as he breathes in and out, in and out, trying to hold back the uneasy thoughts that threaten to flood his mind.

She caresses it sometimes, when she wakes up at early hours in the morning and is unable to go back to sleep. It’s a light touch, feathery, almost as if Oriana is not really aware that she’s doing it; her thumb on the lace, her fingers on the inner side of his wrist, feeling his pulse against her tips.

He understands then, during those anguish days, why she wears it, what that thing really means and why she never took it out. And the moment she arrives at the Proving, tired, unsettled, traumatized and angry as hell, but despite all that there, in his arms, he realizes he’ll never will either.

He does let go.

He pretends he’s asleep, but he notices every single time. Maybe, Alistair thinks, that brings her a sense of peacefulness in the middle of the chaos. He understands that. So, he hugs her tighter, still pretending to be asleep; he stirs and buries his nose on her hair, basking in the smell of her dark locks and the warmth of her body. In those moments, he thinks he’ll never let go.

But he never disposes of the lace.

Never. He never takes it out.

Not even when their story goes awry.

He feels it around his wrist, tightening as his pulse speeds and his breathing becomes faster, shallower, as Eamon declares him King at the Landsmeet. He feels it burning on his skin as he speaks to Oriana afterwards, as he breaks both their hearts, as he sees the look of utter betrayal and dreaded realization when she figures out he’s not just breaking up with her, but also marrying his half-brother’s widow. He’s going to honor his marriage, and his duty to Ferelden and that means they must part. Because she’s a commoner, an elf, and she’s a Grey Warden. She can’t give him children. He’s a Grey Warden, too. They can’t have children. Not together.

She spares Loghain. She turns him into a Grey Warden.

She’s never going to forgive him for this and he knows it. He almost feels the leather cutting through and making him bleed when Oriana bitterly spits all her rage and pain, when she runs away and most of their companions follow, leaving him standing in the middle of that room, devastated, alone and with the excruciating pain of having made a grave mistake.

And that is what he feels he won’t be able to forgive her for.

They fight, and they yell to each other, and when Alistair is alone in his chambers, he almost rips the leather off. But as he touches the knot, his fingers stop responding, as if his own body is turning against him. He fiddles and fidgets, but is to no use, because he’s unable to untie it.

He becomes King Alistair. And he still wears it. He wears it to his crowning and his wedding, to the years of misery and longing, the good and the bad days. He wears it every single day for the next ten years with a knot in his throat and an ache in his heart.

He breaks down. He kneels crying, his fingers tightly locked around the lace and everything they have build together, their nights and mornings, their fights and conversations, their touches and kisses, their smiles and banters, because Maker’s breath, what have they done to each other?

The leather is chopping and cracking, and has lost its shine. The color has faded a bit after all these years, but Alistair refuses to get rid of it. Sometimes, when he feels his life is about to drown him, he finds himself searching for the lace, softly stroking it as he eases his thoughts.

Oriana does not notice he still wears it until Skyhold.

The lace has not smell like Oriana in a long time, he knows, but he’s sure he still can feel a bit of her in the cracks of the leather. And some days, that’s the only thing that makes him going.

It’s not like they have seen each other too much after the Archdemon, and the few times they have, they both have been in full armor or, at least, shielded by duty, so his wrists were always covered by gauntlets.

The night before the battle against Corypheus, however, is different.

They have just bid farewell to their son. That son he had thought impossible for them to bear, yet he has recently learned exists. Their son, who had the soul of an Old God before Flemeth managed to achieve her goal and extract it from him. Their son, who is now a normal child at the eye of the storm.

Nathaniel Howe, Oriana’s second in command, has ran away with the boy to take him to safety. Alistair has seen them leave with a knot of worry and distress in his stomach, and he has seen the same feelings in Oriana’s eyes.

And in that fear, and uncertainty, in the questions unanswered and chances wasted, they find themselves drawn to each other that night.

They meet in his room, a bottle of ale stolen from the kitchen and a conversation that has been avoided for too many years. They talk about Kieran, and Corypheus, and the Inquisition, and joke about how they’re too old for this shit, about how the Blight sounded easier than all that Old Gods and darkspawn smart enough to manipulate the whole Warden order bullshit.

Alistair smiles at her, cuddling in the familiar warmth of her presence that makes him feel at home again, comfortable and cooed. He’s so at ease he does something he’s been avoiding in her presence: he rolls up his sleeves.

And Oriana sees it.

She blinks a few times, stopping on her tracks, her mouth half-opened and her words suddenly shy, because she’s certain that lace in his wrist is her own. The one he stole from her so many years ago, when they were falling in love like children running, before they knew they were built to fall apart.

She almost hears the echo of his laugh of that day in her head as she raises her hand and touches it, as her fingers recognize the leather and its rifts. His pulse accelerates under her tips, and she blushes like the infatuated nineteen-year-old she was when they first flirted.

—You still wear it?

They both know that’s not the question she’s asking.

It doesn’t matter. The answer is still yes.

He does. Of course he does.

So he nods, unable to take his eyes off her, mouth dry and heart pounding in his chest, fingers shaking and hands burning because he needs to touch her, because he needs to tell her.

It’s been too long. It’s been too much.

It’s complicated, and messy, and impossible, unreachable.

But he does not care.

She knows she should.

As she knows she should get out of that room like a bat out of hell, before she gives in, before she does something stupid. But her fingers are tied to the leather, cracked and whacked under the weight of the years, and her eyes are nailed in his, in that gaze of longing and wanting and undeniable, uncontainable love and she just can’t.

He still wears it.

So, after ten years, Alistair gives in.

He kisses her, and, in a heartbeat, she kisses him back. And again. And again, and again, and then their hands are all over the other, tugging away shirts and pants, breathing in the other’s mouth. That night, they find their way back to each other after a too long time, kissing every inch of skin, caressing it, loving it. Suddenly, all the betrayal, and the pain, and the lies and secrets of all those years can wait. They can be talked about. They can be resolved. They can be understood. And, eventually, they can forgive each other.

Because Alistair still wears it.

A/N: Kinda proud of how this one came out. Thanks to these I'm finding out how much I enjoy writing snippets of life connected by a thread.

And the lace stays in.

Also, yeah, about time I gave some kind of hopeful ending to these two idiots in love that become star-crossed lovers, because of course they do end up together eventually. I'm a hopeless romantic after all. They just need to find their way to one another.

Hope you liked it <3.

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[randoimago]

Hello, may I please requests a one shot with Morrigan and an S/O who's very enthusiastic about magic, but has absolutely no idea how it works?

S/O Doesn’t Understand Magic, But It’s Cool

FANDOM: Dragon Age

Character(s): Morrigan

Mentioned Character(s): The Warden, Barkspawn, Alistair

Type of Request: Oneshot // Drabble

Word Count: 264

Note(s): Ooh request for Morrigan! I wrote reader as being separate from The Warden in this. This is also probably taking place around DA:O, I hope that’s okay!

"Can you become a mabari?” Morrigan sputtered at the question you had asked. You’ve been asking many, many questions about her magic when she told you about her shapeshifting abilities. 

“Why would I want to be a mangy mutt?”

“They can be cute...”

“They’re disgusting creatures that constantly make messes.” You felt that most of the venom in Morrigan’s voice was directed to the hound that the Warden kept around.

“Okay then can you become a dragon?” 

“Now that’s a better question. A dragon... hm. I can’t right now otherwise there would be no reason to have any of the others around.” You felt that by ‘others’ she meant Alistair, but you didn’t say anything. “What is with all the curiosity with my magic? These questions won’t suddenly give you the ability to cast spells.”

“I know, it’s just fascinating! I mean, magic can do so much!”

“That is true, but do not forget the many demons and spirits that come with magic.” She was more so saying that with amusement than warning.

“Yeah, but you’re really strong so demons don’t stand a chance.” She smiled slightly at the praise you gave her, shaking her head slightly as she let out a chuckle.

You asked her more and more questions after that with her doing her best to answer. Morrigan definitely grew more amused as the night went on. It was a good thing you are all at camp as she could only imagine the exasperation on Alistair’s face at how interested you are in her. Then again, she wishes she could see it.

#dragon age x reader #dragon age #morrigan #morrigan x reader

[ao3feed-fenhawke]

March 2019 Writing Challenge -- Dragon Age

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2GVu5i3

by luciferwearsprada

My attempt to get back into writing by doing the March 2019 Writing Challenge! You can find the challenge here. This will be a collection of short lil Dragon Age oneshots inspired by the word of the day.

Words: 4400, Chapters: 7/31, Language: English

Fandoms: Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age: Origins, Dragon Age: Inquisition

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Multi

Characters: Female Warden (Dragon Age), Leliana (Dragon Age), The Iron Bull (Dragon Age), Zevran Arainai, Anders (Dragon Age), Female Inquisitor (Dragon Age), Cremisius "Krem" Aclassi, Varric Tethras, Solas (Dragon Age), Sera (Dragon Age), Cassandra Pentaghast, Josephine Montilyet, Hawke (Dragon Age), Merrill (Dragon Age), Isabela (Dragon Age), Fenris (Dragon Age), Aveline Vallen, Sebastian Vael, Barkspawn, Leandra Hawke, Blackwall | Thom Rainier, Vivienne (Dragon Age), Cole (Dragon Age), Dorian Pavus, Maevaris Tilani

Relationships: Leliana/Female Warden, Zevran Arainai/Female Warden, Female Inquisitor/Sera, Male Inquisitor/Dorian Pavus, Fenris/Male Hawke

Additional Tags: Other Additional Tags to Be Added, I have no idea where this angst came from tbh

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2GVu5i3

#Fenhawke #Fenris/M!hawke #fenris/hawke #m!fenhawke #IFTTT #ao3feed

[barkspawn]

what about farmer being pregnant and instead of like an announcement dinner or something seb goes to robin and orders a nursery to suprise her? :)

Y'all making me get baby feels but like... I'm not even mad

Amelia had known for three days and two hours that she was pregnant. She stressed for every second of that time and she was sure that Sebastian was starting to get worried. He had brought up the idea of going to see Harvey and making sure she wasn't sick. She couldn't keep trying to handle this on her own. 

He was her husband and he spent so much time going out of his way to prove how much he loved her. 

But does he even want a child? Whenever a joke was made, he was quick to make jokes like ‘oh, I sure as hell hope not’ or ‘you’d better knock on wood’ if someone joked and said that maybe she was pregnant. Regardless, she panicked. She knew he wouldn't leave her because of it; he wasn't that kind of guy. But if he got too stressed out or they fought more… She couldn't forgive herself. 

It was somewhere around 5:45 am when she rolled over to wrap her arm around him, only for the bed to be empty. She sat up, shifting to stand before grabbing his t-shirt from the dresser and walking out to find him. 

He had always loved when she wore only his shirt. 

When she stepped out, she saw him, his back to her as he brewed coffee. This was certainly one thing she'd miss with a kid around, sneaking looks at her husband's body when he walked around in his underwear. 

She walked up behind him before slipping her arms around his waist and resting her head on his back. 

He jumped, nearly dropping the mug of coffee before he settled, putting the cup on the counter with a small, tired smile. 

“Hey, handsome,” she hummed, pressing a kiss between his shoulder blades, prompting him to shift, turning to face her for a gentle morning kiss before she continued, “couldn't sleep again?”

He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, though it was no use, her hair wild from sleep. 

“Yeah, figured I’d get up and make us some coffee.” She stood on her toes to steal another kiss, finding that she was oddly hungry for him instead of needing coffee. She behaved though, knowing he was definitely not a morning person. 

She slipped from his arms and turned to go fill Loaf’s bowl for when he crawled out of his own bed. As she stepped away, Sebastian smirked, arching an eyebrow and letting out a low whistle.

“You’re pretty cruel, you know,” he took a small drink of his coffee, his eyes never leaving hers, “putting on my favorite shirt and coming out here like I wouldn't notice.”

Her smirk mirrored his as she chuckled, “I have no idea what you're talking about,” she hummed, stretching her arms above her head so the shirt rode up, revealing her naked ass. 

This might actually be a pretty good morning. 

She heard him taking long strides over to her, coffee forgotten on the counter. When he reached her, his hands found her hips, pulling her back against him to feel just how cruel she was being. He bent and pressed a kiss to the soft below her ear, her breath hitching as he nipped at her ear lobe, whispering in a gravelly voice, “go ahead and feed Loaf. I've got some rainy day plans for us.” 

She nodded, lower lip drawn between her teeth as sparks flew through her whole being, pooling in her lower belly. 

Where there was a baby. 

She shook the thought away as Sebastian walked back to his coffee, readjusting himself as he watched her. The smirk she loved so much stayed fixed on her body, which she made sure to show off as well as she could, bending at the waist to open the container, giving him a view that would help make this morning very interesting. 

Her plans screeched to a halt as she actually opened the container, the smell of dog food wafting up into her face. Suddenly, she knew she was going to puke any second. 

She looked over at Sebastian in a brief panic before running to the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet before the contents of her stomach emptied. He must have run behind her, his whole body tense as he tied her hair back and rubbed her back gently. 

“We need to go see Harvey today. This is the third time you've puked without any warning and it's really not okay, Ames. I'm getting worried,” he rambled, trying and failing to mask his panic. 

Her eyes started to well up with tears as she wiped her mouth, flushing before pulling her knees to her chest, “I'm fine, Seb. Really.” 

She sounded hardly convincing as she choked on a sob.

There was no way she couldn't not tell him now. And a million ‘what if’s plagued her mind as he sat in front of her, any facade of calm faded. 

“Ames, look at you. You're not fine. I need to call Harvey, I'm sorry,” he shifted, standing and turning toward the door. 

“Seb, wait,” she managed, wiping her tears before standing and walking to him, grasping his hands with all of her might, “it's… I just…” she looked up at him, rivers of tears falling, “I'm scared you'll… Be mad or… Freak out…”

His eyes moved quickly, scanning every inch of her face. His voice was soft when he responded, cupping her face in his hands to wipe her tears away, “love, you know I love you more than anything in this world,” he gave a small smile, teasing her just a little, “even sashimi. And that's a lot of love,” she laughed through her tears, leaning into his hand, “Ames, you can tell me anything.”

He really didn't know. Had no suspicion. 

She searched his face for a moment before closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, “I'm nine and a half weeks pregnant,” she breathed, her voice hardly audible. 

He stood there frozen for a moment, her face cupped in his hands, the only change being his intake of breath and eyes widening. After a moment, just when she was about to panic, his expression formed into a small smile. The fear wasn't gone, but there was actual excitement in his eyes. Her heart soared as he pressed a loving kiss to her head. He rests his forehead on hers, letting out a breathy laugh. 

“That's what it is… We're having a baby…”

Her tears spilled over freshly before she wrapped him in a hug, releasing every ounce of relief she held. He was genuinely excited, which made her realize… So was she. 

Sebastian picked up a lot of the work around the farm, much to Amelia’s frustration. The second she started to show, he shifted into overdrive, making sure she was as relaxed and happy as possible. They had just finished dinner and he sit on the couch with her head in his lap. With one hand, he toyed with her hair while the other one rested on the small bump forming in her belly. He often touched her belly, having fallen in love with the baby the second he saw the little bean on the sonogram. When he heard the heartbeat? He was already wrapped around the baby's tiny finger. 

She looked up at him, his gaze turning to hers as they sit there. 

“Seb, we have to tell people. They're gonna know I'm not just gaining weight. Especially when you go to get me some more olives and ice cream.”

He chuckled, considering for a moment. 

“I want to tell my mom and Sam before anyone else.”

She hummed in agreement before laughing and pointing to the area behind them, “good because we need her to build the nursery before we lose track of time.”

He nodded for a moment before a devious grin spread over his face. 

“No problem. I have an idea.”

── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──

They walked together up the mountain path, hand in hand as they buzzed with excitement. Seb had brought some ‘sketches and ideas’ with him to show his mom, which she'd politely take into consideration. But as she leafed through, the latest sonogram should be there, a small note along the top stating simply ʼHi Grandma!ʼ

Thankfully, it was cool enough for Amelia to wear layers and effectively hide the growing bump. 

They stepped inside, Robin smiling brightly as she saw the two. She came around the counter, greeting them both with hugs. 

“Hey! I feel like I haven't seen you both in so long!” she teased, gesturing to the papers Sebastian held, “what brings you guys in today? A barn or second coop, or–”

“We actually wanted to upgrade the house a bit” he interjected, met with a surprised look, though not suspicious.  He held out the manilla folder, carefully handing it over. Sebastian slipped his hand into Amelia's before nodding a silent hello to Maru, who was in the lab. He continued, “we have some pretty basic ideas, though we know we can trust you regardless.”

She beamed and started leafing through the pages, commenting on each idea until she stopped mid-sentence, the small image now facing her. 

Sebastian squeezed her hand, hiding his nerves as she touched it with a shaky hand before looking between her son and daughter-in-law. Her eyes were glistening as she pointed at Amelia as if perhaps it was a friend’s or a random photo. Sebastian, without hesitation, shook his head no before pointing to himself, obviously trying to make her laugh. Make her do anything. 

“Oh Yoba, you're not joking? I swear, Sebastian Ainsley if you're pranking me…” 

He held up his hands in surrender, laughing aloud as she wiped tears from her face, “that would just be mean, grandma.”

He joked, though it only made her run around the counter and throw her arms around them, laughing and firing questions off faster than they could answer. 

Amelia unzipped her jacket and moved Robin’s hand to the small bump, making the woman stop in her tracks, a fresh set of tears falling as she spoke, her voice quiet through her tears, “my Sebby is going to be a father…”

Amelia beamed as Robin wrapped her son in a tight hug, Sebastian throwing Amelia a look. He was happier than he'd been since the wedding day. 

Maru heard Robin and came over quickly, Demetrius behind her, concern plain across his expression as Maru spoke, “what's wrong? Is everything okay-” she caught sight of the sonogram and then the bump before she shouted in surprise, “you guys are having a baby?!”

Sebastian laughed and shifted as Maru rambled excitedly about being an aunt and all of the cool ideas she had for things she could build already. 

Sebastian shared a look with Demetrius, who, to Sebastian’s shock, offered a kind smile and nod before turning to try and reel Maru back in. Robin wiped at her eyes before tapping the sketches on the table, “you need a nursery then?” 

Sebastian gave a nod, “we have all of the necessary materials and money at the house, we just wanted–”

“We'll pay for the addition to the house,” Demetrius called over, surprising everyone there. He laughed and put his arm around Maru, who had hugged him from his side, “as grandparents, it's our job to spoil this child,” he looked pointedly at Sebastian, “and I want to show you that we're here as resources and family. Congratulations, you two.” Sebastian stood and stared for a moment in shock before noting Amelia was zipping her coat back up, a telltale sign she was ready to go home.  “Thank you so much, all of you,” he started, already feeling a million times lighter, “it means so much. Text us if you need anything or if you just want to gush about the baby,” he teases, watching as Robin furiously started sketching out designs. 

Needless to say, Sam lost his mind in excitement. 

The whole town will know by nightfall. There was no way Jodi didn't hear Sam yell it out. 

Honestly, it just made their job easier.

#sebastian sdv #stardew valley sebastian #stardew sebastian #sdv sebastian #sebastian stardew valley #sebastian x farmer #sdv #sdv fanfic #stardew #stardew valley fanfic #stardew valley #stardew fanfic #barkspawn #oh look a one-shot #barkspawn oneshot

[barkspawn]

farmer and seb fake date but it's sudden and confusing for one of them but they like each other so yay

This brought me joy. <3

"Sorry, Clint. I'm already dancing with someone," Amelia started, giving the man before her, standing far too close, an awkward smile. 

"Oh? I see," he frowned, looking down, "uh, can I ask who you're dancing with?"

"Oh, uh," she looked around, mind going completely blank. She didn't think about the fact that she'd actually have to find someone. 

Frankly, Clint freaked her out a little. She definitely didn't want to go with him specifically but didn't even think what would happen if she said she had a date and then went alone. 

Before she could answer, Willy and Elliott came walking up the footpath, pausing to say hello. 

"Good Morning, Amelia!" Elliott beamed, turning to the blacksmith, "Clint."

"How are the two of ye this mornin'?" Willy chimed in. 

"Just asking Amelia who her date to the Flower Dance is," Clint responded, his tone short. 

Shit. 

"Oh! You've found a date, Amelia?" Elliott smiled, stepping in to whisper, "is this just a dance or..?"

Amelia's face burned crimson as she backed up a bit, "oh, I uh, I don't know yet. It's a… first date."

Double shit.

Willy and Elliott shared a look while Clint still stared at her, skeptical. 

"I've gotta run and buy some more seeds," she backed up some more, turning and noticing Caroline and Jodi whispering away to one another, not 15 feet away.

Triple shit.

"I'll see you guys at the dance tomorrow!"

They all called their goodbyes as Amelia made her way to Pierre's to buy some odds and ends. She all but ran up to Robin's to schedule the renovation to her house, thankful she got all of this done before everyone knew she had a fake date. 

"Thanks, Amelia! I'll start on Monday."

"Sounds perfect," Amelia beamed, noting the clock said 9:30 am, Sebastian probably asleep. Still, she gestured, "mind if I pop down to see if he's awake?"

Robin gave a shrug and Amelia knocked on the door 4 times, the way that they always had. She heard him call something that sounded like "come in" or some random intelligible shout. 

She ran down and closed the door behind her, "Seb, I am in so much trouble. I-" Seb had clearly just sat up, sitting on the edge of his bed in a pair of dark flannel pajamas and, unfortunately for Amelia, no shirt. She felt that familiar burn return to her cheeks. The blush was mimicked on Sebastian's face as he realized what was happening, having been just hardly awake when he called her in. 

Stifling a yawn. He reached for the closest shirt and pulled it on, running his fingers through his hair to tame it as he looked over at her, "my bad," he mumbled before furrowing his brow, "wait, in trouble? Ames, I just woke up," he joked, "let's slow down. What happened?"

He walked over and sat on his couch, gesturing for her to sit beside him, which she did, her back against the armrest, "sorry, sorry.." she took a breath before meeting his gaze, "Clint stopped me this morning."

Sebastian's lip curled before he could stop it, "uh, okay? Why?"

"He asked me to dance tomorrow."

Sebastian froze for a moment, his slightly disgusted expression turning to a frown, "don't tell me you said yes. You avoid him like the plague."

"Oh, no, I thought I'd give him a chance," Sebastian looked shocked, staring at her before she smacked his arm, "of course I didn't say yes, doofus."

He couldn't help but laugh, rubbing the spot she smacked as if it hurt, "okay, fair. What did you say then?"

She ran both hands back through her hair, groaning dramatically, "I told him I already had a partner."

"Okay?" Sebastian watched her expectantly. 

"But I don't…?"

"You could find someone to dance with."

"Oh! I didn't think of that!" She rolled her eyes, "but it gets worse."

"Oh, do tell."

She pursed her lips at his teasing before admitting, "Willy and Elliott appeared and asked about it. I panicked and said it was a first date," Sebastian laughed aloud at that, earning him a shove (that was more playful than real), "Seb, Caroline and Jodi heard."

His laugh was cut off, "oh."

"Yeah, oh."

She groaned and sunk back into the cushion of his couch as he drummed his fingers on his knee. 

"I.. what are you going to do?"

"I think the obvious answer is to skip the whole thing and move to a new farm," she teased. 

"Oh, you are so not leaving me alone in this town."

She laughed, raising an eyebrow, "Sam? Abby?"

He waved a dismissive hand, "you're different."

Stupid blushing. 

I don't know what that means, but I'm cool with being special to him.

"Seb, I have no idea. I think I just need to skip it."

"Ames, you're excited about it. You and Emily worked on your dress for weeks now," Sebastian frowned, genuinely not understanding why, but wanting to support her. 

"I know, it sucks. But I can't risk him screwing up my tools when I upgrade them."

There was a long moment of silence as Sebastian stared ahead and Amelia stared at the ceiling. When Sebastian spoke, his voice was so low she almost didn't hear. 

"So, dance with me then."

"I'm sorry, what?" She couldn't have heard him right. There was no way that he was offering to be her fake date. 

"Dance with me. People will totally believe it's our first date," he didn't even try to hide his own crimson tone, looking over at her, "it'll make it more interesting anyway."

"You're… serious?" She asked after another beat, "you'll fake date me so I don't make it weird with the weird blacksmith?"

"You're my best friend, Ames. It's no big deal," he shrugged, closing his eyes against the back of the couch. He jumped, gasping when she pulled him into a tight hug, his whole body unsure of how to react. Though his arms moved around her. 

She smelled nice, like lavender and vanilla. He shouldn't notice that. 

Stop noticing that. It's a fake date.

She pulled back and beamed, "It's a date then. You have no idea how much I owe you."

He rolled his eyes dramatically, "and are we telling anyone it's fake, or are our friends gonna freak out too?"

She bit her lower lip in thought, though he knew the answer, "just between us. Can't risk a talkative drunk."

He laughed again, nodding in agreement. After a moment he added, "no laughing at my suit. It's ridiculous."

"I'll behave," she teased, heading for the door, "pick me up at 8:45?"

He grimaced before nodding, "sure. I'll see you then."

"Thanks again, Seb," she smiled warmly, lighting up the whole room, "text me, I'll be home. He gave her a thumbs up, panicking a bit as soon as the door closed. 

─ ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ─

Amelia had spent two entire hours straightening her hair, braiding it, and weaving little flowers in it. She omitted any baby's breath; it made it seem too much like a wedding. She had put her dress on almost at the last minute, admiring how it hugged her in the right places before flaring out at the bottom. Emily had added little embroidered wisteria along the edges, deciding to omit the sleeves entirely. 

I wonder if Sebastian will like it?

She blinked, shocked at herself as she slipped on some white flats. 

It doesn't actually matter, Amelia. Stop treating it like a real date. 

There was a knock at the door, sending her heart into a frenzy. She opened the door, Sebastian stopping mid-sarcastic remark, mouth agape before he cleared his throat, "well, hey. Uh, mom said these are usually… a thing?"

She blushed, fighting the urge to bite her lip at the risk of ruining her lipstick. He held out a simple corsage that matched the flowers already pinned to his jacket. She took a moment to look him over, surprised to see how well-tailored the suit was. The vest was even a light purple that matched her own embroidery. He noticed her looking and his face flushed, opening the corsage before slipping it onto her wrist. 

"I stopped by Emily's yesterday. She is a wizard with that sewing machine. Adjusted the suit and made the vest…" he held the jacket open a bit before glancing at her, "and she made your dress, right? You look… amazing." He couldn't quite meet her eye, which she was glad as she felt her blush all the way in her ears. She stepped out and pulled the door closed behind her. 

"Thanks, Seb," she smiled as he offered his arm with a playful smirk, to which she rolled her eyes. They made their way down the southern path and toward the forest, arm in arm. As they turned, she added, "you look pretty incredible, yourself. It fits you perfectly."

He laughed quietly, shaking his head, "Thanks, but trust me, I'm not the one people will be looking at."

She paused, deciding that a little flirting would help, as people were already staring as they walked in, "but I will be."

He looked down at her, taken aback before it dawned on him that they were there. He hesitated before slipping his hand down into hers as they crossed the small bridge. 

Her heart was winning marathons in her chest, unknowing that his was doing the same. They both continuously had to remind themselves that it wasn't real. They passed Pierre's table, not even bothering to stop as they started to note all of the eyes on them, catching sight of their hands clasped together. She noticed how nervous he seemed and squeezed his hand gently. As he smiled down at her and she smiled back, Sam came bounding up to them. 

"Guys, what is that?" He said, his voice low as he leaned in, pointing at their hands. 

Sebastian shrugged, lifting their hands for a moment before squeezing her hand once more to calm her now, "we.. decided to go on a date. Here. Now."

Sam stared between them before he shook his head, "you know, I figured it'd happen eventually. Abby is going to have a field day when she sees."

As if on queue, Abby walked up, a lollipop in her mouth, removing it with a hum, "when I see wha- oh my god."

She stared in awe at their hands, the attention making the both of them blush wildly. Suddenly Abby shoved Sam. 

"You so owe me $20. You thought it'd take months!"

Sam groaned, fishing out 20 gold and giving it to her. Sebastian and Amelia stared at each other for a moment, speechless. 

"You gambled on when we'd date?" Sebastian asked after a long minute, resulting in a bark of laughter from the two of them. 

"Dude, you two were constantly staring at each other and all of that crush-on-each-other type shit!" Sam said through his laughter, "go on you two love birds, go enjoy your date."

They mumbled thanks before walking to an empty table, sliding into two chairs beside one another at a small table. After a moment of awkward silence, Amelia cleared her throat and teased, "so you stare at me, huh?" She bumped him playfully, causing a groan from him. 

"I do not stare at you like that."

"Uh huh, suuuure."

A devious smirk played at his lips as he turned to face her, "and do you? They said we both stare, you know."

Still teasing him, the awkwardness aside, she leaned in to whisper into his ear, "and what if I do?"

The answer caught him off guard. Despite their constant picking on one another, he stared at her with wide eyes before gently pushing her, "then I'll have to ask you to keep your eyes to yourself," the smirk returned suddenly, wider now, "Ooh, that's why you were staring this morning when I woke up; because I was half naked."

It was her turn to be caught off guard, though she recovered quickly, "I couldn't help it. Put yourself in my place. Imagine walking in on me half-naked. You'd be surprised too."

He considered for a moment before shaking his head, "that's quite different."

"You still pictured it though."

".... shut up."

She laughed, her next quip cut off by the dance announcement. They stood, hands gravitating toward one another again. Once in their place in line, he moved his hands to her waist as she rested her arms around his neck, the sounds of whispers about them echoing around the field. 

The date had turned into a strange form of romantic chicken, each of them trying to see just how far they could push the other person before they backed off. 

As they waited for the music, she toyed with the hair at the base of his neck, watching as he tensed, small goosebumps prickling at his skin. 

"You're really cruel, you know," he leaned forward to mumble into her ear. The breath on her skin had a similar effect to the one she had on him. 

"Ooh, I found one of your little romantic quirks," she teased, "Sebby, likes his hair played with."

His lip curled as he shook his head, "yeah, very sexy to call me by the same name my mom calls me."

She laughed, moving at the same pace as the rest of the dancers, about to pull back for the separate part, but not before whispering, "we're being sexy now?"

He pursed his lips as he couldn't respond, finishing the portion of the dance before they walked back together. 

This feels way too easy and natural. It's fake though. Don't go too far.

She chuckled as his hands found her waist again, despite how the feeling of his hands felt like electricity moving through her. They were closer now, almost oblivious to the rest of the crowd watching them still. As the music stopped, the men bowed and the women curtsied. When she came back up, she stood on her toes to press a kiss to his cheek, his grin seeming genuine. 

"Oh, you're getting bold there, Rowe."

She laughed as she pulled his arm around her shoulders, heading for the refreshment table, getting them both a cup of punch.

"To Pam most likely having spiked this," he raised his glass, her laugh a little too loud as she moved to cover her mouth before touching her cup to his and downing it in one gulp. He did the same, grimacing. It was definitely spiked and burned like hell going down. They refilled their cups before going back to their little table, tossing popcorn into each other's mouths, laughing when they finally caught one. They grew more and more comfortable with the 'date' and became engulfed in their little game of chicken, a hand resting on a leg here, a head on his shoulder there. She had toyed with his hair whenever she got the chance, knowing it was his weakness. Each time, he tossed her a warning look, frustrated that she found one of his romantic quirks. 

She would soon back off though as he found one of hers. He was pretending to do a palm reading before he ghost his fingers over the skin of her forearm, shocked by the sharp intake of breath. She definitely cooled it with the hair after that as he used his revenge often in retaliation. 

"You're such a jerk," she joked. 

"Funny how I'm a jerk when I do it," he laughed, resulting in a smile from her every time. 

She had snuck away to request an extra romantic song, which started to play. She took his hands and pulled him up and couple after couple went to the dance floor. 

"Oh, Yoba, you're making me dance more," he groaned as she grinned mischievously. They both were a little buzzed from the punch. 

Thanks, Pam. 

Still, he followed her, not hesitating to slip his arms around her waist as she followed suit with her arms. Their faces were very close, making it easy for them to talk without being heard. She gestured to Clint as subtly as possible. He stood at his table with a sour expression pretending not to stare directly at the couple.

"I think he's just brooding, honestly. Maybe we're convincing," Sebastian whispered.

"Seems like it," she started, glancing his way, which seemed to entice him over. 

"Shit," she mumbled as he approached. 

"Mind if I step in? You look beautiful, Amelia."

Sebastian's face grew angry for a moment, "seriously? We're on a date and you walk over to tell her she's beautiful and ask her to dance when she already said no?"

She cut him off before he continued, "Seb, it's okay," she touched his face, guiding his gaze back to her before she answered Clint, "sorry, I'm really enjoying myself with Sebastian."

He was walking away before she was even finished. She turned to look over Seb's face, which still seemed mildly irritated, "hey, it's cool, Seb," her voice was soft as she touched his face again, snapping him out of it, "he backed off. No need to be protective," she smirked as he released a breathless laugh, tightening the dance into a tight hug, "sorry, can't help it. Just not willing to share."

She buried her face in his neck, causing him to tense once more, his voice just above a whisper, "don't you dare."

She laughed, the breath against his neck still sending a chill down his spine, "I wasn't going to. It's a romantic battle, not an embarrass-Sebastian-moment."

He let out a laugh before they realized they weren't dancing any longer but just standing there. He touched the small of her back, guiding her to a secluded corner. 

"Thank you again for this, Seb. Really. Thank you," she bit her lower lip before glancing at the rest of the people, "make sure you tell me if I go too far with our little game, okay?"

"Not sure you could," he responded without thinking, clearing his throat before adding, "I'm comfortable with you. If you think it'll make him back off, I'll help."

She tucked herself back under his arm, noting that it did feel natural.

"Don't challenge me, Ainsley," she teased, making him laugh. After a moment, she sighed, "what happens after the dance, Seb?"

"Obviously we keep fake dating, get fake married, and have fake kids before fake growing old together."

She laughed aloud, moving her arm around his waist before he continued, "to be honest? We could just tell people we don't work romanticly."

Amelia surprised herself by feeling disappointed, and more so by noticing he sounded like it as well. 

"This is fun though, teasing you," she hummed, toying with the fingers on the hand that rested over her shoulder. As he watched her, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her head, not really sure what compelled him to do so. 

She looked up at him, eyes a little wide, "you're enjoying this too then, huh?"

He chuckled, meeting her eyes as he tucked a strand of hair that had fallen loose behind her ear, smirking when he saw her cheeks lose the battle to blushing again. After a moment, she laughed quietly. 

"Oh, Yoba, I just had the worst thought," she shook her head before meeting his gaze, her smile devilish, "were this a real date, you might have made the cut tonight."

He raised an eyebrow, "made the cut?" He looked over her face for a moment before it clicked, "oh."

She laughed, "just being honest. You're a good date, Sebastian Ainsley."

"You're not so bad yourself, Amelia Rowe," he bumped her hip with his, teasing her as she rested her head on his shoulder. He rested his head on top of hers for a long moment. 

They both knew they were in trouble. 

It felt so natural, so undeniably right to be like this. Nearly every touch and tease gave them butterflies. 

Sebastian waged an internal war for a long moment as they watched everyone. Suddenly, he squeezed her shoulder, grasping onto the little confidence he had, "I bet I'll win this little game we're playing."

She chuckled, shaking her head, "oh yeah? Why's that?"

"I can make you turn me away."

"And what if I don't?" 

He paused for a long moment, "then it's a very different game."

She looked up at him curiously as he turned to face her, an almost sad smirk playing at his lips. She was about to ask, but he moved his hand to cup her cheek, thumb brushing over her cheekbone. A million thoughts crossed her mind, none of them even close to rejecting him. 

His eyes flicked down to her lips, his heart skipping several beats as hers did the same. He paused before leaning in a little, his voice a shaky whisper, "am I going to win?"

She started to lean up as well, "no, no you're not," she whispered in return before closing the distance between them, her lips molding perfectly with his, neither of them willing to pull away. Everyone else at the dance disappeared as she thread her fingers up through his hair, a small approving noise escaping his throat. Any other time he'd be embarrassed, but fuck that. 

This was happening and Yoba, it felt so real. 

She pressed closer to him as they deepened the kiss, his tongue cautiously moving over her bottom lip before she met his tongue with hers, waging a new war between them. 

Someone cleared their throat, bringing them back to the dance immediately, breaking their kiss and mumbling apologies as they stood side by side again, chests rising and falling in tandem. 

"Seb?"

"Yeah..?" He breathed, still cautious as he watched a frustrated Lewis walking away. 

"This... isn't fake, is it?" She swallowed hard before looking up at him.

"I think it started that way," he started, slipping his hand into hers, "but, and I can't speak for you, it got pretty real for me pretty quickly."

"When?" She smiled, feeling like a teenager who just kissed her crush for the first time. She braced herself for a sarcastic answer as she saw Seb smirk, eyes focused ahead of him. 

"When you opened your front door." 

She stared up at him, her face that of utter shock before she laughed, lifting his hand to press a kiss to the back of it, "me too. Although I think you knew yesterday when you went to those lengths to match my dress."

He finally turned, his smirk turning to a genuine smile, "guilty."

She leaned up and pressed a kiss to his jawline, "why don't we… go finish what we started?" 

He stared at her, genuinely shocked.  She laughed and took his hand, walking toward the exit. 

"Be safe, you two!" Sam and Abby called out together, laughing at themselves as the non-fake date moved along to somewhere much more private.

#sebastian sdv #stardew valley sebastian #stardew sebastian #sdv sebastian #sebastian stardew valley #sdv #sdv fanfic #stardew #stardew valley fanfic #stardew valley #oh look a one-shot #barkspawn oneshot

[barkspawn]

harvey needs love!!! how abt farmer trying to get him all hot n bothered in public bc he is all shy and awk in public but gets his revenge when he takes hr home. they cn be dating or married idrc

Oh lord this took a few tries. Google scarred me. btw.

Harvey was a very private man. He knew everyone in town as their doctor and he figured that it was best if that's how it stayed. 

Well, until Amelia came along and decided to make the effort to learn more. They were fast friends, sharing coffee each morning and the occasional drink at the saloon. It wasn't long before he developed feelings for her. Thankfully, the feeling was mutual. 

He talked her into having her annual visit and for the first time in his entire career, he dropped his professionalism thanks to that longing look in her eyes. He had just been standing close and listening to her heart. Their eyes met and, well, the doctor's appointment ended the second their lips touched. 

It certainly ran much longer than an annual physical. 

Ever since, the occasional drink and morning coffee turned into them being completely inseparable. It had been so long since Harvey had a girlfriend that the word felt odd on his tongue. Still, he always kept an air of professionalism when in town or around others. 

Unfortunately for him, Amelia was seeing that as more of a challenge. 

The Stardew Valley fair was today and she planned on flustering the man more than she had before in an attempt to ensure a fun evening. He may be shy out in the town, but he was very much outgoing in private. It was a pleasant surprise. 

He showed up at her house precisely an hour before they were meant to go to the fair. Judging by the hungry kiss she'd earned just for opening the door in only her pajama bottoms and a thin tank top, her plan today was going to be more fun and a lot easier than she had hoped. 

They walked into the fair, Amelia's eyes widening as she saw just how transformed the entire town square was. Hand-in-hand, they explored, stopping every so often to watch people play some games. She forewent the fortune teller, the entire concept scaring her a little bit. Harvey had gone into the tent, leaving her outside to talk to Rasmodius. Before she knew it, she was setting up her grange display, Harvey tending to a child’s scraped knee. She stepped back to admire her setup, smiling in pride as she stood beside Marnie. 

“Mar, your display looks amazing. That wheel of cheese is incredible,” she praised, already resolving to not even look at the display of fruits and vegetables that she grew displayed as Pierre’s display. 

“Thank you, Amelia. It's always a lot of fun to set up,” she sighed, a small smile playing on her lips, “and given that all of these people from out of town don't know any better, they try to buy the things in the display after the winner is announced.”

Amelia laughed, the older woman shifting a little closer to speak in a lower voice, “so you and Dr. Harvey seem to be getting on well, hmm?”

Amelia couldn't help but smile and look over toward the man, who was praising the child for being so brave. 

“Yeah, I think so,” she replied, not worrying about her volume. It wasn't a secret. 

“Do you love him?”

Amelia almost convinced herself that she definitely misheard the woman. After a moment, she laughed, a little awkwardly. 

“We've only been dating for a season… And besides, I'm not even sure I'd know if it was that instead of… Well, infatuation.” 

Marnie touched her arm, smiling at Amelia, “you'll be able to tell.”

Amelia gave her thanks, turning as Harvey made his way back to her side. His smile was a little wider as he returned, bending and pressing a short, sweet kiss to her lips.

She hummed in surprise, not used to experiencing any form of public affection. She smiled brightly as both of his hands held hers, “Doctor Harvey! Kissing your girlfriend in public, what's gotten into you?” she teased, knowing that sometimes she would use the doctor title to tease him with various effects. 

Maybe her little mission would be easier than she thought. 

“Sorry, dear,” he laughed, brushing some loose strands of hair behind her ear, “just having a good day I guess.”

She shook her head, feigning surprise, teasing like she was reading a headline, “doctor finds his day getting better with every skinned knee.”

His eyebrows shot up, “oh, Yoba, no, that is what it seemed like, isn't it?” he let out an embarrassed laugh, “I just had a good fortune reading,” he slipped his hand into hers before starting to walk again, “I promise I'm not that bad.”

Bingo. 

She stood on her toes, her lips right against his ear as she teased, “you certainly could be.” she pressed a kiss where his jaw met his ear before smiling innocently up at him. She was pleased to find his face a lovely crimson. He looked shocked, though she swore there was something behind that expression. Finally, he cleared his throat and laughed, the sound a little shaken as they walked toward the food. 

“I have no idea what I'm going to do with you,” he sighed, teasing before squeezing her hand, “and I'm on to you.”

She grinned, almost too excited by her terrible jokes (that hopefully wouldn't be jokes for long).

She rests her head on his shoulder, her voice only low enough for him to hear though her expression stays innocent, “I know exactly what to do with you and it does involve being on one another, I guess. I was mainly thinking of me being on yo–”

“Amelia,” he cut her off, his voice a mix of stern and pleading, a laugh still behind it, “you know that my… resilience is not as strong as yours.”

He was still joking, which was a good sign. And it was very true. When they first kissed, it was almost primal. They were both starved for touch and couldn't get enough. She worried at first that was the only reason they went as far as they did that day in the exam room. She had never felt that way when it came to sex. It turns out the need for touch only partially grazed the surface. They really just needed someone to be there with them and for them. The sex was an added bonus. 

He wasn't necessarily super strong, but she was small enough to where, with a wall, he could hold her up, losing himself in her, literally and figuratively. Still, at this point, anywhere in the farmhouse was fair game. 

She smirked to herself, shaking her head. It was all like she was back in her early 20s and reliving the puppy love of her previous relationships.

Though this was different. Deeper. 

Was Marnie right?

She shook off the thought and looked up at Harvey, who then shifted his arm around her shoulders and kissed the top of her head. 

“Wow, that fortune teller really said something to make you affectionate, huh?” she teased, her arm moving around his waist, her thumb slipping under his shirt subtly, touching the bare skin beneath and hooking into the waistband of his pants. She felt him tense before they approached the grills, pulling apart to get some burgers and exchange pleasantries with Elliott and Gus. Once they had their plates, she walked him to a picnic table that had one of those cheap plastic tablecloths on it. He gave her a curious look, smirking as she smiled innocently across the table at him. 

“Why are you staring at me like that?” she teased, adjusting her sundress before leaning forward on the table, leaving him with a direct view of her cleavage, which he couldn't deny looking. 

“Tell me, dear,” he looked back up to meet her eyes, “are you trying to,” he cleared his throat, shifting a little as someone from out of town sat at the other end of the table, “...embarrass me?”

She laughed aloud before pulling out her phone and quickly typing out a text to him, his eyebrow rising curiously:

Amelia 1:34 pm: I'm just trying to give you some hints about what I plan to do to you when we get home.

Amelia 1:34 pm: oh, and one more quick hint, dear

Amelia 1:35 pm: I'm not wearing anything at all under my dress. 😘

She hit send and placed her phone on the table, unable to hide her smile as she watched him pull his phone out. She took a bite of her burger, watching as he took his phone out and froze, reading her texts. After a long moment, he looked back up at her, eyes wide and cheeks burning. 

She took advantage of his stunned silence, licking her lower lip and running her thumb over it as if she was wiping away crumbs. 

Harvey shifted, leaning forward and leaning on his elbows so he could talk, his voice low, “message received loud and clear,” he watched as she laughed, her smile full of mischief as she leaned in so they were barely a foot apart, his whisper almost pleading, “now please behave. I’d rather the whole town not catch me like this.”

“Why, are you hard?” Her voice was a purr as she refused to take her eyes from his. 

Harvey pulled back and looked around, worried someone might have heard. He laughed a breathy laugh, trying to play it off as if he was not flustered at all, “Amelia, what has gotten into you?”

She lifted her burger to take another bite, humming out her answer before doing so, “I was hoping you would.”

Harvey nearly choked on his drink, which he really should have known better than to take a drink right now. She stood and feigned worry, “Harv, are you alright?” he had his hand on his chest, clearing his throat before looking up at her suspiciously as she continued, “do we need to go get your inhaler from the clinic?” 

She watched as his expression changed, his eyes narrowing, “I absolutely do,” his voice was laced with the tension she had built. Somehow, his voice seemed to have the effect on her that she had on him. 

He leaned forward as if he were picking something up, using her to hide the fact that he even had to adjust himself. He stood, standing close before bending to press a small, firm kiss to her forehead. 

“Everything I need is in exam room one,” he commented, back to his nice-town-doctor facade, “or it's about to be.”

#harvey #sdv harvey #harvey sdv #sdv #sdv fanfic #stardew valley harvey #harvey stardew valley #stardew valley fanfic #stardew #stardew valley #stardew fanfic #stardew harvey #oh look a one-shot #barkspawn oneshot

[barkspawn]

hear me out: Sebastian asking if their characters in solarian chronicles can kiss or something and sam is like "you guys are dumb just kiss"

This brought me joy. I kind of imagined this long ago and then forgot but jesus it was fun.

little CR reference in there for those who are fans <33

thank you <3

The fight was the most intense so far, an arch-lich wreaking havoc over the entire land. 

Victor was GMing for the first time and he was doing a phenomenal job at keeping everyone on the edge of their seat. Sam, a warrior, was on the front lines, sword and shield in hand, Sebastian, a wizard, hung toward the west, distancing himself from the range of the lich, and Amelia, a cleric, slung healing spells and threw healing potions to each of her companions. 

"I'm almost out of spells," she frowned, contemplating before gesturing to Sam, "I use healing word as my bonus action on Sam and then I use my action to throw a greater healing potion to Seb!" She immediately rolls her d4, adding her modifier, "7 points, Sam!"

As Sam scribbled on his sheet Victor pointed to Amelia, "roll dex for the throw."

She rolled her d20 and beamed over at Sebastian, who grinned back at her, "14!"

"Oh, I definitely caught it," Seb's eyes lingered on Amelia for a moment before he moved to write the potion on his sheet.

"Alright, the arch-lich's turn.." Victor started, looking over his own sheets, ready to make his attack. 

The game continued, leaving Amelia with the impossible choice to save either Sebastian or Sam. She bit her lower lip before using her last fourth-level spell to heal him. 

"I cast Life Transference on Sebastian!"

Sebastian's eyes widened, "what? No! There's no way you have enough health to survive that!"

She was already rolling, counting her points, "21 points of damage to me" she beamed at Sebastian, "making 42 points of healing to you!"

Sebastian frowned, his eyes sad. She was the only healer and none of them had any sort of way to bring her back if she died. 

"Amelia is unconscious. Sebastian, add 42 to your health. It's your turn," Victor stated, his tone grave. 

"Dude, I'm still stunned. You have to kill him!" Sam called, "for Amelia!"

Sebastian gave a resolute nod before scanning his sheet, a smile growing on his lips as he looked up at Victor, "I cast disintegration at level 6 on the lich."

"Holy fuck…" Amelia whispered.

"Aren't you a servant to your God or something? Are you allowed to say that?" Sam teased, hiding that he was unfamiliar with the spell. Amelia and Victor stared at Seb though in shock. 

Victor blinked before shaking his head and rolling the dice. He sighed and pinched between his eyes, "failed his dex save."

Sebastian and Amelia beamed at one another before he rolled his dice. 

"That's… 35…" he referenced his spell sheet, "plus 40.. 75 points of damage."

Victor glared at him, though not actually angry, his smile growing, "how do you want to do this?"

The three of them cheered, Sam pulling them into an awkward, three-person hug over the table. Amelia was hyper-aware that her face was just inches (if that) from Sebastian as a result, the hug breaking too soon.

Victor rolled his eyes, "hey, earth to Sebastian. How are you killing him?"

Sebastian cleared his throat, still beaming, "I shoot the ray from my hand while shouting 'for Amara' and watching as he falls to dust!"

Amelia pushed out her lower lip and reached over to touch his arm, "aw, Seb."

Sebastian's cheeks burn red, though he hopes no one notices. 

"And with that, let's take a 15-minute break, yeah?" Victor looked around, everyone nodding in agreement. 

"I'm gonna grab a smoke," Sebastian started, looking down at Amelia as he stood up, "come with me? I have a question."

Her heart fluttered, but she gave him a smile and nodded, following him outside, where it was a little colder than she thought. She wrapped her arms around herself as they stood by the lake, Sebastian lighting his cigarette. 

He paused and unzipped the front of his jacket, pulling it off and wrapping it around her shoulders. His hands were no doubt shaking. 

"Oh, Seb, you're in less than I was, keep your jack-"

"Nah, I'm never really cold," he said through the smoke he held in, exhaling upwards. They stood in comfortable silence for a minute or two before Amelia bumped his hip with hers. 

"Did you just want to give me your jacket or did you have a question?" She teased. 

"Oh," he cleared his throat, glancing down at her, "yeah, um.." he struggled, flicking the last of his ashes and pinching the scorched end off his cigarette before pocketing the butt.

"You don't have to say anything you don't want to. I wasn't trying to-"

"Sebilan has a huge… thing for Amara."

She stood there, staring up at him, " oh."

"And she's unconscious, right?" He continued as she nodded slowly, "well I can't tell you my plan obviously, but I didn't want him to " he cleared his throat, "to kiss her if you weren't okay wi-"

"She likes him too," she interjected, "a lot."

Sebastian smiled, nodding a bit as he noticed she was blushing as much as he felt he was. They went back in after a few minutes, laughing together as they walked in the room. 

"It's literally been twenty minutes, " Sam groaned, "next time you guys go make out, wait until after we're all done."

Sam laughed along with Victor as Sebastian and Amelia stood shell-shocked. 

"We were just talking," Sebastian mumbled as they made their way to their seats. He was starting to get nervous. Not of Amelia, but how his friends would react. Even though they KNEW that Sebilan loved her. 

"You know I'm kidding," Sam reached over and ruffled both of their hair.

"Alright, alright. Seb just killed the arch-lich, disintegrating him into a pile of dust. All that remains are two rings, his staff, and…" he glanced at his notes, "a scroll. What would you guys like to do?"

"I'd like to run to Ames' body and lift her just enough to pour a greater health potion in her mouth," he smiled at Amelia who pretended to bow in thanks before Sebastian looked over at Sam who held his hands up in quiet surrender. Sam had figured out quickly the feelings weren't strictly in-game. 

"Alright, that's 4d4 plus 4. Roll 'em, Ames."

She smiled and rolled, "eleven plus four," she wrote on her sheet, "I am at fifteen health." 

She looked over at Sebastian, who cleared his throat, his voice not as confident as he hoped, "I just.. hold her there until she wakes up," 

"Which I do with a gasp, of course."

"I'm gonna go loot," Sam rolled his eyes, noting Sebastian's third person turned into first. 

Seb laughed before continuing, "I brush hair out of her face before talking, 'thank the gods you're alright, I don't know what I would have done if you..'"

They faded to purely conversation between their heroes, Victor and Sam sharing a look before watching like it was some drama on the TV. 

"'I'm okay, thanks to you,'" She glances down at her sheet for the direction, "I sit up a bit, not quite moving away from him."

"'You.. gave me the last of your health, Amara,'" he caught himself, almost saying her actual name, "'why would you do that? You could have died.'"

Amelia smiled, "'you're stronger than me. And it was our last chance to kill him, which you did.'"

"'But I could have lost you,'" Amelia's heart tugged a bit as his voice sounded genuine to the emotion, "'I don't think I would have been able to forgive myself.'"

Sam absently tossed a peanut into his mouth, Victor holding his hand out for some.

"'Luckily,' I reach up and touch your face, 'that's not something we need to worry about.'"

Sebastian sat for a moment before taking a breath, "'I don't think I can almost lose you without telling you…'" Sebastian himself pauses, "'I love you.'"

Amelia couldn't help but blush, butterflies exploding in her stomach. 

It's in the game. He is in character. 

Amelia smiled, Sebastian quickly adding, "and I kiss her," he turned to look at the two men, watching expectantly. 

"Okay…" Victor says slowly, as though expecting more. After a long moment, Sam groans. 

"For fuck's sake, guys," Victor chuckles, nodding in agreement before even hearing what Sam has to say, "we all know what that was, so just do it. "

Sebastian's face grew red as he started to protest, but Amelia, for some unknown reason, had a random bout of courage, leaning forward and cupping Seb's cheek to turn his face to hers as her lips met his a little harder than she intended. He froze for a moment, the sound of his friends' playful cheering drowned out by the blood pumping in his ears. After a second, he responded, leaning into the kiss, pulling away after he realized how it had been likely a whole minute. 

" Finally, " Sam groaned as Amelia plopped back into her seat. Both her and Sebastian's faces burn crimson. 

"Alright, I know we just took a break," Victor started, "but we are so ending here. That's a fantastic note to end this session on."

The rest of the table laughed, Amelia brushing her fingertips over her lip absently. Sam and Victor gathered their dice and sheets, leaving soon after. 

"I'm guessing you guys have a lot of real talking to do," Sam said before closing the door behind, "or whatever else you young kids do!"

Sebastian rolled his eyes but smiled as he met her eyes again. 

It wasn't even five more minutes before they kissed again, enjoying the privacy and honest words instead of fantasy thoughts.

#sdv sebastian #sdv #sebastian sdv #stardew valley sebastian #stardew sebastian #sebastian stardew valley #stardew #stardew valley fanfic #stardew valley #sdv fanfic #oh look a one-shot #barkspawn oneshot

[barkspawn]

Robin’s ex husband/boyfriend pressured her into having an abortion and Sebastian miraculously survived and that pushed her to escape his biological father.

Sebastian is terrified when the farmer is pregnant that she’ll try to kill their baby like he was almost killed and has no idea how to communicate this and things get very messy and hurtful.

I actually didn't have a hard time writing this? I might have been inventing anxiety. But here! Hope it's up to par!

Amelia sat on the edge of the tub with her fingers drumming on her knee. She and Sebastian were quickly approaching their first wedding anniversary and she’d felt off for about a week. Nauseous, emotional, and hungry .

Her phone beeped, signifying the time was up and it was time to pick up the little white stick and check for a second line. 

She didn’t move though, her heart racing as if she already knew the answer. After an agonizing minute, she stood, nearly doubling over when she saw the not-at-all deniable second line. She looked at herself in the mirror for a long second before slipping the test into her pocket and walking slowly out to meet Sebastian in his room. He was engulfed in his work, typing away at speeds she’d never be able to. She watched him for a long moment, trying to picture him with a baby in his arms. The image made her heart swell and her eyes sting with tears. 

But what if he didn’t want it?

She’d never been opposed to termination, but honestly didn’t consider it until the thought he might not want the baby. 

She took a deep breath and waved a little hello to the frogs in his sanctuary before wrapping her arms around her husband from behind, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of his neck. 

“Well, good morning, beautiful,” he hummed, turning in his chair to pull her in close before leaning up to press a kiss to her lips, “you look like you’ve seen a ghost. Are you okay?”

Those three little words he asked sent her over the edge, cursing herself the whole time, “Seb, I’m sorry, I guess the pill failed and I don’t know how—“

“Whoa, whoa, slow down,” he reached up and cupped her face in his hands, wiping away her tears, “tell me what’s wrong. I’m here for you and always will be.”

She nodded and took a deep breath, finding herself unable to say it. Instead, she pulled out the test and showed him. 

He stared at it for what seemed like an eternity, his eyes hiding something new, something she’d never seen before. 

“You just found out?” He asked and stood, almost a full foot taller than her. She nodded before he continued, “are you okay?”

She gave a nod, “it’s just a lot… we’ll be parents. Unless we decide to—“

“No.”

She blinked as his expression held anger for a moment, “no?”

“No, you won’t abort that baby.”

She blinked, the cold tone of his voice throwing her off, “okay... I was just asking bec—“

“And the answer is no,” he snapped as he turned away from her, internal panic and genuine fear being masked by cold anger. He walked toward the kitchen before turning back to look at her, “and if you try to kill that baby, our baby, Yoba, help me, I will never forgive you.”

She stared at him, shell-shocked by the anger she’d never seen in him before. 

“Love, I wasn’t saying I want to… I just meant if you wanted to, we could talk about it.”

His lip curled in distaste as he looked away from her, “and why would you ever think I would even consider doing that to our child?” His words hit like venom, her eyes spilling tears over again as he shot her a pointed look, “and what, if I said I didn’t want it, you’d be fine with just throwing the baby away? Ripping it from yourself and pretending they never existed? Like it never happened?”

His voice was growing louder, and for the first time ever, she was afraid. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her. She knew that this was coming from somewhere they’d never talked about. He dropped his mug in the sink and walked toward the door, “I can’t fucking deal with this right now.”

“Seb..?” Her voice was weak, shaking with shock. 

As he reached the door he snapped, “not right now, Amelia.”

Her breath shook as she saw out the window as he lit a cigarette and turned south toward the forest. 

She didn’t know what to do. She had never seen Sebastian like this. It was like he was reprimanding her for a decision that she didn’t even make… for a mention of one of their options.  

Her hand moved to her belly as she slipped her shoes on and ran out the door, turning toward the mountains. She had to get clarity, and she had grown close with her mother-in-law. Right now, she needs something. 

She walked too quickly to the carpenter’s home, pushing inside to see Robin at the desk, mayor Lewis standing there beside her. As they both looked at her, Lewis took a moment before turning to Robin, “I’ll come by in a little while.”

He turned and left, awkwardly patting Amelia’s arm as he passed. Robin looked worried as she came around the counter, immediately pulling Amelia into a hug that only a mother could provide. 

One that she hoped she could share with the baby she held. 

She didn’t realize she’d been crying until she broke down in Robin’s arms. Robin's hands rubbed her back and combed through her hair, humming quiet reassurances. Amelia was able to calm herself after a long moment and took a deep, shaky breath as Robin moved to help her into her stool, trying to wipe away her tears with calloused thumbs. She gave Amelia time to speak when she could, which after a moment she did, her voice small and breaking, “Robin, I’m pregnant.”

Robin froze, smiling a little bit, “sweetheart, that’s not a bad thing. You made me worried…” she stopped, realizing there was more, “what happened?”

Robin had her suspicions, knowing that her son never really got past the anger he felt for his father. 

Amelia had fresh tears spill over as she tried to figure out how to explain, “he.. Sebastian.. he got so angry with me.. I’ve never seen him like that before…” a small sob escaped her lips as Robin pulled her back in, letting her cry. After a moment, she looked down at her daughter-in-law.

“Did you bring up… abortion, by any chance?” Amelia flinched and gave a small nod as Robin sighed, pulling over another stool, “I’m so sorry. I thought he’d tell you… or I should have when you guys were getting married.” 

Robin sighed as Amelia’s heart sank to the floor, any breath she had escaping her lungs. Has this happened to him before? How could she not know?

“Sebastian’s father was… a cruel man. He was controlling and often forced me into many situations I would have never been in voluntarily.”

“I was so happy when I got pregnant with Sebby…” she smiled at the memory, though it faltered quickly, “only James,” she looked at Amelia briefly, who stared in shock, “Seb’s father, was livid. He all but dragged me to the clinic, threatening me if I didn’t tell them that I wanted him aborted.”

“So, because I was scared, I did.”

Fresh tears fell from Amelia’s eyes as she saw Robin’s grow glassy. She reached forward and held her hand, frowning a bit, “Robin, that’s horrible… but how…?”

Robin gave a sad smile, “I like to think Yoba was on my side. They didn’t do the termination correctly and Sebastian survived. He gave me the courage to leave and come to Stardew Valley and raise my son. I met Demetrius on the bus ride here,” she smiled warmly, once again, having it fall quickly. 

“When he was born, I didn’t think he’d make it. He was so sick and so small,” she stared off to a place far beyond her home, “he could barely breathe and his heart wasn’t beating correctly. Multiple times I thought they’d tell me he was gone.”

“But he’s strong. Always has been,” she smiled warmly at Amelia, “but he knows about all of this. I couldn’t hide it forever when he asked about his father. He felt so guilty over things beyond his control.

“Yoba, he was sixteen I think when I told him. He was angry then, too. Swore that if he ever had a child, he would never put himself through the pain I had.”

“Oh, Yoba…” Amelia muttered and pulled the woman into a tight hug, “thank you for telling me. So, so much.”

Robin offered another smile, standing and stepping aside for Amelia, “I think he’s afraid. He’s probably worried that you’ll do it without him knowing.” 

Amelia frowned, “I’m going to go talk to him…” 

Robin gave a small nod and squeezed her hand before Amelia all but ran home, typing out a quick text:

Ames 12:34 pm: Seb, come home please. I need to talk to you. I love you. ”

She pushed into the house, moving to the fridge just as he came through the door. He looked forlorn like he had been crying himself. 

“Can… can I hug you?” She asked, her voice a whisper. He flinched at her tone, nodding and holding his arms out. She continued, “you and I are in this together, Seb. This is not just my baby. I had no idea what you and your mom went through…”

He exhaled a shaky breath at that, his hold tightening around her as she continued, “I would never do anything like that unless we are both 100% on the same page.”

She pulled back, meeting his red eyes with hers, smiling a small bit, “so, you’re going to be a father, Sebastian. We’ll call for the first prenatal appointment with Harvey in the morning.”

He closed his eyes, his chest still tight, “Ames I am so fucking sorry . It’s no excuse but I panicked and… I don’t even know where that came from…” she stood on her toes to cut him off with a gentle kiss. 

“I’m not mad. I promise,” she touched the tip of her nose to his, “stop feeling bad and picture a little you running around the house, pulling pranks, and being downright adorable.”

He laughed then, the sound like music to her, “Yoba help us all,” she laughed and kissed him again, “we’re having a fucking child .”

“And you’ll be an incredible father.”

“Thank you... I think I needed to hear that. Unless you’re lying,” he teased. 

“I would never.”

“I know. And for the record, you’ll be a perfect mother.” 

She smiled, leaning up to kiss him once more. This time, however, her emotions likely wouldn’t let her stop.

#sdv #sdv sebastian #sdv fanfic #sebastian sdv #stardew valley sebastian #stardew sebastian #sebastian stardew valley #sebastian x farmer #stardew valley fanfic #stardew #stardew valley #stardew fanfic #oh look a one-shot #barkspawn oneshot

[barkspawn]

"I'm crazy about you" With Sebby?🥺

Hint: It's a frozen tear

this was amazingly fun, so thank you!

Amelia had just finished with her morning chores and sorting her haul from the mines yesterday. She took Harvey some coffee and dropped off a small amethyst cluster to Abigail. As she walked out of Pierre's, she took a breath, noting that Sam and Sebastian were hanging out by the river. She didn't realize she was smiling to herself until at least a minute later. Sam was skating while Sebastian leaned against the tree, his sleeves pulled up to his elbows in the growing heat. 

She couldn't deny that she had a massive crush on one of her best friends, but she wouldn't ever tell anyone at the risk of ruining everything. But still, every accidental touch or drunken hug goodnight sent sparks flying through her entire body. 

For Yoba’s sake, he complimented her at the flower dance and she was almost certain that her face burned as red as the roses. She wanted to ask him to dance, but let's be honest, there was no way that he and Abigail didn't like one another. Abby made no attempt to keep it a secret and Sebastian seemed to be okay with it. 

Maybe he just stopped trying to stop her… It's not like she touches him. He's not exactly an affectionate guy. 

Well, not in public. She couldn't speak for how he'd act alone or with someone he has feelings for. She shook her head, forcing the thought away as she turned toward the community center. 

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Sam landed the kickflip, arms raised in triumph. He’d been trying to show Seb for an hour how he nailed it. Sebastian gave him a small but genuine smile. 

“Hey, that's awesome!” he called to Sam, who was skating back to him. Sebastian pulled out his cigarettes, placing one between his lips before cupping his hand around the tip and lighting it. He took a long drag and held it there for a moment before exhaling upwards in a long, slow breath. 

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Amelia grinned as she completed one of the full bundles, watching as the junimos danced at her feet in thanks. She laughed as they chirped, adding another star to the large placard on the wall. She gave them all a small wave, promising to be back again soon to supply more goods. 

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As Sam ran up to Sebastian, he laughed, “so I mastered my thing like I said I would,” he smirked, crossing his arms, “did you do what you said and just tell her you like her?”

Sebastian choked on his breath, the smoke still in his lungs protesting his shock. Sam patted him on the back, laughing and shaking his head, “dude, seriously,” Sam added as Sebastian regained control of his breathing and sent a glare to Sam, “I really think she's into you.”

“There’s no way you could know that,” Sebastian shot back, his voice still gravelly from the choking. He pinched off the lit edge of the tobacco and stepped it out before putting the mostly unsmoked cigarette back into the pack. The topic alone made him anxious. He knew he was in trouble the very night they met. Her smile lit the whole room and he lost his cool, stuttering and mumbling like an idiot. Unfortunately, Sam noticed immediately. 

“Seb, you won't know if you do-”

Sebastian cut him off with a dramatic groan. 

Amelia had been just about to turn around the corner of Emily and Hailey's house when she heard him groan. She hesitated, not wanting to intrude if it was something private. But her curiosity stopped her feet from moving forward. 

“Sam, it would ruin the whole group and you know it. It would be ridiculously awkward if she rejected me,” Sebastian protested, running his hand back through his hair. 

Oh. He's talking about Abigail. Maybe I should come back…

Despite the desire to run as far away as she could and brood, she kept still. 

“Besides, how do you even tell someone that?” Sebastian continued, clearly getting himself worked up and frustrated. He pulled out the cigarette to finish and seemed to forget to light it as he just held it between his fingers.

Amelia always figured he would be super suave and smooth when it comes to flirting. Hell, she’d been on the receiving end of one of his pranks before, experiencing that devilish smirk of his. It was ridiculously attractive, though she would never admit it aloud. She took a breath, suddenly feeling bad for eavesdropping. She collected herself before stepping out as if she was just strolling along, though not before Sebastian continued. 

“Just walk up to her and say ‘hey, Ames, figured you should know I'm fucking crazy about you,’ and then what? Just see what she says? Because that's terrifying .”

Amelia had frozen in her tracks, not 5 feet behind Sebastian. Sam looked between her and Sebastian, who was completely oblivious. 

“Well, uh,” Sam cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck, “I'm pretty sure that's exactly how it's going to go…” he gestured behind the other man. 

Sebastian froze, all color draining from his face. Sam held his hands up and bit his lower lip awkwardly, “uh, I guess you guys should talk,” he pointed over his shoulder toward the forest, “I'm going to… Skate... In the woods?”

Sam all but ran away as the two stood frozen before Sebastian finally built up the nerve to turn, the slight frown he held making Amelia’s racing heart sink just a little. 

There's no way. 

She repeated the phrase in her head over and over again, until Sebastian ran his hand back through his hair. It seemed like he couldn't look at her, while she couldn't peel her eyes away. It was an eternity before either of them spoke. 

“Ames, I'm so sorry-”

“-you can say it,” she started, not intending to cut him off. Her heart raced at record speed, but if she didn't find out now, when?

Finally, his eyes met hers, expression trapped between humiliation and confusion. When he didn't say anything, she couldn't stop herself from rambling. 

“You were worried about what I’d say,” she started, subconsciously taking a small step forward as she nervously toyed with the ring on her middle finger, “and I'm here, so you'll know… If you say it.”

Her voice trailed off at the end, embarrassed. It was a long moment before either of them even moved. The color returned to his cheeks in the form of a blush that had to have matched hers. 

After an eternity, he spoke up tentatively, “I, uh, I'm kind of crazy about you,” his face contorted as the words came out, “That's such a dumb way to put it. I guess I'm just trying to tell you that I like you, like… a lot. ”

He went back to being unable to meet her eyes, pacing a bit as his nerves started building back up, “I mean I guess it makes sense? To be crazy about you… Because I literally think about you constantly. And whenever you're around I'm just happier, which is… Weird,” he continued as Amelia just watched in awe.  

“Seb…”

“I mean I don't even want to move to Zuzu anymore because I could see myself happy here… And that all started when we met. I'm really not used to–”

“ Seb, ” she cut him off, stepping forward and gently touching his arm, just above his wrist. He stopped, taking a breath as he looked down at her, a little bit of panic behind his eyes. 

She knew he was tall, but had never been close enough to compare just how tall he was. Her hand lingered at his wrist, shaking as her fingertips trailed down, lacing her hand with his. 

“I figured you should know,” she spoke, her voice almost inaudible, the tension she felt fading a bit when his hand tightened around hers. She used the sliver of confidence to look up at him, the words almost lost before she could say them, “I'm fucking crazy about you.”

His eyes widened slightly, unable to stop a smile from forming on his lips. Somehow, he wasn't mad that she was picking on him. 

Her smile mirrored his as he tried a few times to say something, but no words came. He let out a small laugh before she smacked his chest with the hand not with his. 

“Don’t laugh at me!” she pouted, not even realizing her hand had lingered on his chest, his heartbeat seeming to race like hers. She toyed with the aglet of the string as a hint of that smirk played at his lips. Had she moved closer? Had he?

Maybe both of them had, their bodies nearly close enough to touch. 

“Not laughing at you… It's just…” he paused, seeming to notice their proximity. He glanced at her lower lip as she pulled it between her teeth, his eyes moving back to her eyes. To his surprise, she was staring at his lips, her cheeks tinged pink as she met his eyes again. Taking the chance, he leaned in, just a little as he finished his thought, “you stole my line.”

He barely had time to gauge her reaction before she pulled him down to her by two fistfuls of his hoodie, her lips crashing to his. Sparks exploded between the two, leaving goosebumps and tingles in their wake. 

Amelia stood on her toes, her arms wrapping around his neck to steady herself as she lost herself in the kiss. He hummed in approval as she ran her fingers back through his hair. 

He held her against him, his hands on her hips. As his confidence settled, his tongue grazed her lower lip, wanting this to last so much longer. 

She smirked against his lips before pulling back, rocking back in her heels for a moment, relishing in the sad puppy look on his face. 

“Take me on a date, Seb,” she breathed, her voice still shakier than she desired, “then we can do this to our hearts’ content,” she shifted to whisper, “I saw Jodi in the window. The whole town will know in less than five minutes.”

Sebastian let himself laugh, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, “I could take you for dinner right now,” he gestured upward, “the sun is going down, and honestly, I'm not feeling very patient.”

She laughed and rolled her eyes, slipping her hand into his, “you're lucky I'm starving. And I bought you a gift.”

He smiled genuinely, nearly tripping over the flower bed along the sisters’ house because he couldn't focus on anything but her right now. Amelia laughed aloud, shaking her head, “you okay over there?”

He shifted so his arm draped around her until they got to the door of the saloon, which he of course held for her, speaking quietly to her as she passed, “I'm great, just a little crazy remember?”

She nudged him, curling her lip up in fake disgust as he chuckled and bent to kiss the top of her head, gaining a few curious looks as she teased, “you're such a dork.”

#sebastian sdv #stardew valley sebastian #stardew sebastian #sdv sebastian #sebastian stardew valley #sebastian x farmer #sdv #sdv fanfic #stardew valley fanfic #stardew #stardew valley #stardew fanfic #oh look a one-shot #barkspawn oneshot

[barkspawn]

If you really want it to be angsty - farmer is heavily injured and barely comes out of surgery alive and Elliott decides he can’t handle it and breaks things off with her because he suspects it will become a regular thing and she’ll always want to do dangerous stuff no matter what she promises

I'm about ready to throw hands my dude

thank you lmao

Elliott sat in the all-too-familiar waiting room, head in his hands. Amelia had gone down into the mines again to 'just go to the first few floors for some ore' and unsurprisingly to Elliott, had gotten herself hurt again. 

This was the second time now that she needed life-saving surgery and Elliott had been sitting there, nauseous and dizzy, for hours now. At one point, Maru came out, admitting it wasn't going well. Elliott's heart broke when he heard those words followed by the panicked yelling she ran back to. 

That was the last he heard. 

He adored the woman, admiring how dedicated to her farm she was. He admired how everyone in town saw the beauty in her. She was his muse from the first day they met. He'd finished his book and half of a second with her by his side. 

With her, he saw a future. They had finally married after a decently long engagement just 6 months ago. He could see having kids with her and growing old together. 

Harvey pushed through the door, looking as exhausted as the previous time he had fought to save her. Elliott braced for the worst: the love of his life was dead. Killed by monsters in the mines that she promised she'd never go back and face again. Killed by the phrase 'just this one last time.'

Still, he stood, his lips fixed in a frown as Harvey offered a tired smile.

"We got her back, Elliott," he reassured, likely knowing the conclusions Elliott would assume. 

Elliott and Harvey had become friends. After the first time she needed to be saved, Harvey would often check on Elliott. He was worried about his mental health after such a trauma, and to be honest, Harvey helped Elliott get through that difficult time. 

"We got her back, but she can't continue doing this. You know that, right?"

Elliott cursed the tears that fell from his eyes, shaking his head, "I've told her multiple times, Harvey. She always wants to go down there one more time and then she promises she'll stop."

Harvey frowned, sensing the tension in Elliott's voice, "Elliott, let's just be glad she made it, okay? Take a few days to cool off and then approach it again with a fresh mind."

Elliott nodded before taking his seat in the waiting area, letting himself cry once Harvey walked out. 

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Elliott stood beside Amelia as she was discharged from the clinic. He was quiet on their walk home, which she promised she was up for. The tension between them was thick. 

For another twelve days she had been in that damn bed, recovering from losing all of that blood and part of her liver. 

Once inside, she put her things down and he helped her into more comfortable clothes and to rest on the couch. 

It was like he was on autopilot.

He moved to the kitchen, cursing his shaking hands as he prepared to make some dinner. 

Once the food was simmering on the stove, he felt her arms wrap around him from behind, squeezing him tighter than she should be. 

"El, I'm so sorry… I really didn't know the monsters would be there… I didn-"

"You should be resting, Amelia," he spoke, not even recognizing his own voice, "you almost died less than two weeks ago."

She released him, flinching at his tone and feeling like she would be sick, "El, I'm rea-"

" Amelia, not now, " he snapped, though he didn't mean to sound so harsh. 

He was just so angry with her. She was reckless and selfish.. his hands sat on the edge of the counter while he closed his eyes to take a breath. He heard her move back to the couch and sit down. 

They sat in silence for a long time while Elliott cooked dinner. When he took her a bowl of the soup and moved to get his own, she tried again. 

"Elliott, please lis-"

"Do you even understand, Amelia?" He turned, his voice cold and shaking with hurt. She blinked at him, frowning. He scoffed, "of course you don't. Every single time you go into those mines I sit here in pure fear because of things like that," he pointed toward where the clinic is. 

"It's not like I mean to get hurt," she said, her voice soft.

"That's just it, Amelia. You don't get hurt intentionally, but you go down there so often despite knowing what could happen. Despite knowing how much I worry when you do," he shook his head, his frown deepening, "despite knowing you promised me you'd stop."

Amelia couldn't look at him, the hurt and frustration in his eyes were too much. 

"And you'll never stop. You thrive on the high you get from the adrenaline. You always have."

He angrily wiped a tear from his face, "Amelia, I love you with my entire being and you know that."

"El, you know I love you too," she tried, her voice hindered by the tears that fell. 

Elliott felt bad for making her cry like he had rarely done, but he couldn't hold it in, shaking his head. His voice was calm but defeated. 

"But you don't love me enough to stop making me go through this."

He heard her choke out a sob and try to interject, but he realized he had already made up his mind. 

"I can't do this anymore, Amelia."

Her eyes shot to him, fear rendering her speechless for a moment, "El, what are you trying to say?"

"That I can't do this," he sounded sad as he sat down in a chair on the other side of the room, "you will always choose fighting monsters and going into the mines over me."

"N-no, El, I swear to Yoba I'll never touch a sword again. I'll quit the guild. I'll-"

"No, Amelia. You won't," he looked at her, his eyes as if he was mourning, "You've made these promises before and each and every time you go back. I can't live every other day afraid I'll be told my wife is dead."

"Elliott, I love you, please… we can figure this out," she pleaded, gripping her stomach in pain. 

"Amelia, you need to take care of yourself. Lay down if you need to," he stood, grabbing his coat and turning toward the door, "eat your soup.. I'll send Abigail to stay with you."

"I don't want Abigail here, I need you here…"

"I'm sorry, Amelia. I just can't. I.." he sighed, frowning and wiping his tears away once more, "I'm going to Lewis' now. I'll pay for everything and I'll gather my things by morning."

She sat on the couch knowing that following him was no use. She'd lost him. 

"Goodbye, Amelia. I genuinely hope that you stay safe," he inhaled, "and get better."

#elliott #elliott sdv #sdv elliott #stardew valley elliott #elliott stardew valley #stardew elliott #sdv #stardew valley fanfic #stardew valley #stardew #angst #why #i love it #oh look a one-shot #barkspawn oneshot

[barkspawn]

Would you be up for writing Sebastian and Amelia getting stoned together? >w>’

Let's play: how obvious is it that Tori has never been high?

this was fun tbh

Amelia had never actually made edibles before. She'd had them, sure, but making them was hard only because she didn't often bake. She was pulling the tray of cookies out of the oven, her phone held between her shoulder and ear. She groaned as she waited for Sebastian to pick up. Just as she was about to give up, he did. 

“Hey, what's up, Ames?”

“Hey Seb, are you busy?”

There was a long pause, a small clattering of metal, and a whispered, “ow, fuck,” before Sebastian responded, “sorry, no. I don't have to be. What's up?”

Amelia couldn't hide a small laugh that escaped as she leaned on the counter, “you sure? You sound a little preoccupied over there.”

He gave a sarcastic laugh, “I was just working on my bike. Keyword: was. What do you need?”

She looked down at her cookies, which looked pretty good. She sighed, “come over? I'm stressed and made–”

“Alright on my way. Need me to bring anything?” she listened as he lit a cigarette and closed the garage. 

“You seem a little eager over there,” she teased, “no, I made some edibles though... So you'll have to be my taste tester.”

There was a long pause. She thought he hung up until she heard the sound of him taking a drag of his cigarette, “you weren't going to open with that?”

She laughed, honestly relieved, “I tried, sir. But you got a little excited there.”

“Ames, I didn't even know you liked to get stoned,” he hummed, likely through another drag. 

“You guys were talking about it, and I don't know,” she shifted the tray to a cooling rack, “I usually assume people in small towns get shitty about it so... Hurry over.”

She went to hang up, but heard him call,

“Hey, wait. Is everything good? You don't really ever admit to being stressed.”

“Yeah, I mean, I'll be fine. Part of me is also curious about high Sebastian.”

He huffed, “I'll be there in five.”

She laughed as he hung up, moving to unlock the door before going to sit in front of her tv, scrolling through shitty movies. 

Seb knocked before walking in, “hey, Ames,” he stepped in, closing the door behind himself before realizing he failed to wash his hands after working on his bike. Yoba, how desperate could he make himself look?

He walked over to the kitchen, washing his hands in the sink there as he looked over the cookies, “first of all, they smell fucking amazing. Even if they were plain, honest-to-Yoba cookies, I'd be fucking stoked.”

She stood and laughed, walking over to him with a genuine smile, “a couple of things, Sebby,” she teased, his cheeks fading pink, “first of all, you are covered in grease, which is super flattering because you came here so fast you didn't even put your hoodie on.”

He looked down at his shirt, frowning, “maybe I didn't feel like it,” he crossed his arms, leaning back against the counter. 

She laughed, holding her hands up in surrender, walking over to the chest by her bedroom, “says the man who wears his hoodie in the middle of summer,” she teased, pulling the hoodie he loaned her a few days ago out and offering, “but here I am to the rescue again.”

He took the hoodie and unfolded it, “yeah, yeah. Thanks, Ames,” he pulled the hoodie over his head, arching his eyebrow, “you washed it.”

“Uh, duh…? I was in the pouring rain, of course I did,” she made her way to the cookies and offered one to him as she took one with the other hand, “now succumb to peer pressure and eat.”

He laughed and took the cookie, “I vaguely remember someone telling me to ‘just say no,’ but you seem trustworthy,” he took a bite, furrowing his brow, “alright, these are dangerous.”

She nodded, chewing her own with a hum.

They both had two before deciding that they should wait before going crazy. While they waited, they sat on the couch, a shitty, stereotypical romance movie playing in the background. They mostly chat about nothing, poking fun at one another as they often did. 

It honestly didn't feel like too long before it hit them. Amelia was watching the movie on the TV, giggling at the ridiculousness, “seriously, why is it always ‘city girl goes to hometown and meets a hot guy who she falls in love with and stays for’? It's a little silly,” she looked over at him, biting her lower lip to stop herself from laughing at the look on his face. Granted, she'd often get giggly when high and was ALWAYS embarrassed later. But she never cared in the moment. 

What she didn't remember was how cuddly she got. She'd just have to behave. Easy. 

Sebastian, on the other hand, grew pretty introspective. He often became hyper-fixated on something, though his attention was torn between her and the movie, “Ames, if you fell in love, it'd literally be your life.”

Despite her laugh, she felt her cheeks grow warmer, “and who the hell am I gonna fall in love with?” 

Sebastian rolled his shoulders in a shrug, “Dunno, is that something you really get to choose?” he started, settling back into the couch, “I feel like if it's something you chose, it wouldn't be love. Just a decision you made.”

She watched him as he spoke, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, “you sound like you think about it a lot,” she hummed, mimicking his stance, “are you in love or in a decision?”

He laughed, rolling his head to look at her for a second before turning his attention to the movie, “hard to say and I used to be.”

“Which is which?” she nudged him, his eyes once more finding hers. 

“Used to be in a decision. Everyone said it was going to happen, so it did. We didn't work and we knew it.”

“Abigail?” Amelia asked without thinking, Sebastian giving a small nod, “and what's hard to say?”

“A conversation for another time,” he reached over and playfully pinched her cheek as he stood and walked to the kitchen, though he felt like he was floating if that was even the way to put it, “you got any snacks?”

She giggled at the pinch, smacking his hand away before sprawling across the couch, “got some chips on the top of the fridge that I'll eat if you don't.”

“Fuck that, I'll eat ‘em,” he grabbed the bag and headed back to his seat, where she now lay, “if you be nice, I'll share. And don't think I won't move you, Ames.”

She rolled her eyes and laughed, her comment cut off by the bag of chips hitting her chest and his arms lifting her torso up just high enough to sit under, letting her upper body rest on his. 

Maybe cuddly me won't be an issue. 

She giggled as he moved her, opening the chips. The arm around her reached into the bag and took one, feeding himself over her head, bringing forth another wave of giggles. 

“Oh, you want one?” he joked, grabbing one and holding it for her jokingly, “I'm not gonna feed you but figured I'd be nice this time.”

She ate the chip happily before shifting to comfortably lean against him, her head ending up resting against his, “you're super warm,” she hummed, “this okay?”

He gave a nod, his arm tucked around her waist. Absently, she traced little stars on his knee where her hand lay, getting distracted by the movie. 

After a long moment, he put his other hand over hers to stop it, “I'm not ticklish, but that's quite distracting.”

She laughed once more, relaxing as they both focused on the movie. After a while, he shifted, trying to get comfortable. 

She pouted, leaning up a bit, “do you need me to move?” he shook his head almost too quickly before gesturing toward the couch.

“Nah, move over. I'll just put my legs up.”

She bit her lower lip and shifted back, laying at his side. 

“Comfy?” she hummed, her head resting on his chest. 

“Very much so.”

They lay like that through nearly two movies, just fixated on the crappy plots, dropping in their two cents every so often, sending Amelia into another giggle fit. Somehow, she ended up half-wrapped around him, idly playing with the string on his hoodie before groaning and burying her face in his chest.

“Why does this one have to be a farm town? It's like… Like an alternate reality with sweet, sappy shit,” she glanced up at him, surprised when he was already looking down at her. She was going to ask something, but the thought was gone. They both turned their heads to the TV as the love interest, Tyler, was introduced. He didn't really look like Seb… His hair was lighter (though still a dark brown) and he wore a flannel, of course, but she pointed at it nonetheless. 

“Seb, tell me you heard that. What he said,” she looked down at him, eyes a little wide.

He had, but he didn't want to say it. So he raised his eyebrows, shifting to get comfortable with his back slightly propped up, “if I did I forgot. What was it?”

She looked at the TV as she told him, “he used to want to move to the city but found there's a lot at home to stay for…”

He watched her face, wondering if she knew he didn't plan to leave, not now. 

She turned to look at him, tracing little circles on his chest, “he's you if you planned to stay, Seb.”

“He's definitely more attractive, look at that guy,” he frowned, though not serious. 

“Nah, at least, he's not my type anyway,” she hummed. 

“I can't decide whether to pick on you for implying I'm your type or telling you I'm not leaving,” he joked, not really meaning to share the whole bit there. 

Her eyes were wide as she turned to look at him, looking over his face for any hint that he was joking. 

After a moment, she whispered, “you're staying in Pelican Town?”

He knew it was the right decision when he didn't hesitate to say yes. She smiled, wider than it had been before resting her head on his chest to watch the rest of the movie. He idly played with her hair, which she never realized could feel so incredible. The credits started to roll as the movie ended as they always do: in love in the hometown at a wedding. If they're feeling adventurous, there's a kid. 

She turned her head to look at him once more, eyes scanning his face, stuck on how vivid his eyes were at the moment, almost like a lightning storm, but never violent, always comforting. 

She offered a small, sweet smile, “you're staying…”

His smile matched hers, “I'm staying.”

She leaned in then and kissed him, the movement lazy and cautious, like he’d change his mind at the wrong move. When she pulled back, she searched his eyes, the feeling of his lips lingering, leaving her whole body like a live wire. 

Someone told her that kissing, touching, and especially sex was incredible when high, though if this was from a simple kiss, no bells or whistles, she wouldn't be sure if she could handle it. 

His expression seemed to be trying to figure out if that even happened at all, though the goosebumps over his entire body was proof enough that it did. 

He looked down at her lips, noting the shape of them, the fullness of her lower lip, the small freckle just above it on the left side. They both moved closer then, Amelia pulling herself further up his body to make it easier to get lost in the simple, lazy kisses. 

Like walking on eggshells, he tentatively touched his tongue to her lower lip, making her breath hitch at the new sensation. He pulled back, concerned he crossed a line, but she chased the kiss, humming in approval against his lips, their tongues lazily exploring as she moved to run her fingers through his hair. Every so often, one of them would fail to stifle an approving or appreciative groan.

Playfully, she pulled at his lower lip with her teeth, his eyes falling closed as a breathy whine escaped his lips, his cheeks turning a darker crimson as he worked to catch his breath.

“I'm sorry, I just… Making out with you is… Blowing my mind.”

She laughed, pressing sweet kisses over his face, “you feel it too then?”

He nodded, his swollen lips tilting up in a smile, “well, judging by how much it took for me to stop, I'm going to give a solid yes.”

She watched him for a long moment before speaking, “did you kiss me because we're high?”

He shook his head, “no. I've thought about that for a while.”

“So.. Why'd you stop?”

He blinked, meeting her eyes, “because you feel incredible and… We are very high.” 

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Omigod I need the ‘I’m dying’ ‘you’re not dying’ bit with Elliot, like he gets a wicked cold or something and goes full drama kid while being taken care of.

Girl you know I got chu

Elliott was sick. He must have gotten a cold from one of the children while reading to them in the library the previous week. Amelia had always been willing to take care of people she loves, but Yoba, the stereotype about men being babies was so true. 

It was the second, and hopefully last, day he was ill. He had been staying with her for a few days since his cabin didn't really stay warm the way that it should in the winter. 

Amelia was in the kitchen, making some soup as Elliott lounged on the couch. He was going to go mad if he had to continue laying in bed any longer, or so he said. 

"Darling, I'm fairly certain that this is going to be the end of me," Elliott blew his nose into a tissue, having given up the handkerchiefs. His lip curled up in disgust, "I am utterly disgusting and I am certain you are revolted by me. Should I not die from embarrassment, it will be from this ailment."

"You are not dying, Elliott. And I am not disgusted by you, love," she started, ladling some broth into a cup for him to sip, "I just so happen to love you, my dramatic dearest. And when you love people, you take care of them. In sickness-"

She stopped, clearing her throat. That's marriage, Amelia. He's going to think… Well, nevermind. He's too sick to catch on. She walked over to him, holding the mug out to him before sitting beside him to run her fingers through his hair, an action he admitted calmed him greatly. He leaned back against her, upright enough to sip the broth and yet comfortably reclined. He gave up hours ago trying to keep her away in fear of getting her sick. 

He sipped the broth quietly for a few minutes before she touched his forehead, her voice quiet, "your fever seems to be breaking. You're very much alive." 

He hummed in response as he took another sip, "Perhaps I'm not dying then. Certainly not before I thank you for taking care of me," she had moved her arms around him, her arms resting around his torso. She couldn't see, but she could hear the playful tone he failed to hide, "especially not before experiencing you being there for me in health as well."

Thankfully, he couldn't see her blush. She shifted to run her fingers back through his hair again, mumbling, "Shut up. You heard nothing. Your fever is clearly making you delusional."

He gave a small laugh that turned into a fit of coughs, which, of course, turned into a dramatic groan. She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around him, crying out dramatically, "oh no, my love! You can't die on me, not today!"

Elliott rolled his eyes, wrapping his arms around hers, "Ha-ha. So very funny," he joked, resting his head back against her shoulder and closing his eyes as she combed her fingers through his hair. It was almost five minutes before she thought he had fallen asleep. She pressed a kiss to the side of his head, very gently. 

"I think I would rather write my own," he hummed, his voice tired. She nearly jumped, almost thinking he was talking in his sleep. Still, she smiled. 

"Your own what, love?"

"Vows, of course," he hummed, his eyes still closed as he spoke, "I've always thought the 'in sickness and in health' was a good idea in thought, but I'd want it to be our own. My own thoughts for you."

Amelia's heart raced a little faster, butterflies exploding once more within her, as they so often did with Elliott. She had daydreamed of him presenting her with the shell or how he'd look at her as he first saw her in her gown. She had assumed it was something that never crossed his mind. After a moment, she hummed, her voice as tired as his, "Yoba help me if you write your own vows. I'll cry and ruin my make-up. I probably couldn't even get out my own vows if I went after you.."

He laughed aloud at that, once more coughing. She frowned, muttering an apology. It sounded so painful… once he seemed to calm down, she smiled into his hair, "if you ever want to.." she paused, not wanting to call it what it would really be, "exchange vows, you're going to have to be sure not die first."

He paused before shaking his head a bit, his fingertips trailing over her arm, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps, "I suppose I'm not dying."

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My friend and I were talking about a scenario in which Seb decided to adopt the farmer's baby and we had a massive laugh on how Sam would be that "cool uncle" who just did stupid ahit to give Seb a heart attack.

Bruh what are kids. Also, I had COVID I'm sorry but brains, man.

Amelia was taking a few moments to catch up on some cleaning around the house. It took a long time to get used to being parents and it felt like it happened so fast. They applied and thought it would take years longer than it did, but they got remarkably lucky. 

Now, they had Autumn and were happier than they ever thought imaginable. Sebastian and Amelia were natural parents. Sebastian did turn out to be a little overprotective when it came to Autumn’s safety, but Amelia understood. 

She was wiping down the counter when she felt Sebastian’s arms slide around her waist, pulling her back into a hug as he kissed her cheek.

“Well, good morning to you, too,” she laughed, turning in his arms to steal a proper kiss. He hummed, definitely not completely awake yet. 

“Couldn't help it,” he teased, turning and looking over the house, “where's autumn…?”

She leaned back against the counter, bracing for the response, “she had a playdate with ‘Unc Sam’,” she frowned as he tensed, already walking toward his jacket, “Seb, he would not let her get hurt.”

“I've seen Sam and Vince play together,” he deadpanned, hand on the knob to head outside, “no broken bones or stitches. That's the goal here.”

Amelia laughed to herself, shaking her head before turning back to the counters. 

Sam and Autumn were down on the path to the bus stop. Sebastian nearly had a heart attack when he saw the girl on Sam’s hip while skateboarding. Sebastian didn't realize how dangerous those things were until he imagined… Well, he tried not to think about it. 

“Sam, what are you thinking?” Sebastian snapped, trying to keep his tone soft enough to not freak out his daughter. 

“Dude, it's fine. She loves it,” Sam pushed the last few feet, the girl's laugh echoing through the small area. 

“Why can't you take her to the playground like a normal kid?”

Sam laughed, shaking his head, “she's no normal kid! If she's gonna hang out with Uncle Sam, she's gonna be rad as–”

“Sam.”

“Right, sorry. Repeating words phase,” he nodded before looking toward the girl, his voice taking on a dramatic tone as he gave a nod, “right?”

“Right!” she giggled, Sam tickling her with his free hand. 

“Sam please,” Sebastian ran a hand back through his hair, “no skateboard.”

Sam rolled his eyes, stepping off the board before turning to the girl again with a silly voice, “daddy's being no fun.”

Autumn crossed her arms, though the smile remained as she tried to use a similar tone, “no fun!”

Sam laughed and looked over at Sebastian. When he saw how exasperated Sebastian looked, he laughed harder, shifting the girl so he held her under her arms, holding her up in the air as she squealed with joy. 

“Oh, you're trying to kill me,” Sebastian started as Sam pretended to let her go, play gasping as he caught her again. It was definitely an attempt to make Sebastian stressed and it was working. 

“Relax, Seb,” he relaxed and set her down, watching her run and skip around the skateboard, “you know I wouldn't let anything happen to her.”

“Until she wiggles or something and you don't catch her,” he groaned, the familiar pit of worry aching in his stomach. 

“Dude, I don't even actually let her go.” 

“Still.”

Sam sighed and bent to pick her up, throwing her over his shoulder, his grip firm on her legs as she burst out into another fit of giggles. Sebastian watched in horror as Sam walked her back onto the farm, bouncing along happily.

This is why his mom always warned him he would make her hair gray by 40. He’d have to apologize for that later. 

Sebastian followed along, watching as Sam and his daughter plopped down into a patch of grass and started playing with some toys. 

He needed coffee. 

He sighed and headed inside, Amelia already sliding a cup across the counter. He groaned as he leaned over the counter, propped up on his elbows, “we should look into life insurance.”

She looked taken aback, if not a little worried. Seb looked up and met her eyes, “Sam is going to stress me out into an early grave.”

She relaxed and shook her head, attempting to hide her smirk, “good thing I'm here to help you relax, hmm?”

He couldn't help but break a smile as he took a swig of his coffee. She made her way around the counter and stood on her toes to steal a kiss as he murmured against her lips, “you're going to be very busy helping me then.”

She smiled before stealing another kiss. Just as Sebastian moved to set his mug down and consider taking advantage of Sam watching Autumn, he heard a cry from outside, his heart dropping. 

“I'll kill him, I swear,” he was already out the door before Amelia could respond. She followed him out to the porch where she watched her husband freaking out. 

“What happened?”

Autumn was sitting in Sam’s lap, crying in small, heartbreaking sobs. 

“She fell and got a widdle boo-boo,” he pouted, Sebastian already kneeling beside them. She had a small red mark on her knee, the skin scraped just a bit though it wasn't bleeding. She reached out for him, crying now for her daddy. 

“Oh, sweetheart, let me see,” he took her and sat on the ground, sitting her in his lap, “oh, no! Do you want me to kiss it all better?” 

She sniffled, giving a quiet ‘mhmm’ before Sebastian bent and kissed the scrape very gently. He smiled at her then, autumn unable to hold back a smile in response. 

“All better?”

“All better!”

“Good,” he hummed and wiped tears from her eyes before he allowed her to run off, Sam watching alongside him as she played with Loaf. 

“She tripped, dude. I swear I didn't do anything,” Sebastian had stood up, brushing himself off before Amelia tucked herself under his arm. 

“You see why it's scary though, right? That scream is pretty universal. I'm worried one day it'll be more than a scrape and I won't be able to kiss it away.”

He watched his daughter as Amelia stood on her toes to press a kiss to his cheek, “I know, love,” she turned to Sam, who took a deep breath. 

“Yeah, can't lie, that was a bit scary,” he stood, stretching his legs, “but you handled it like a boss, dude. Who knew kisses made scrapes better? You never kissed mine!”

Sebastian laughed, shaking his head, “guess I just like her more.”

Sam started to protest, but looked over at the girl, “yeah, that's fair.”

“Would you kiss my scrapes?” Amelia teased, Sam's face shifting a bit to fake disgust as Sebastian answered without a second thought. 

“And then some. No scrape necessary,” he pressed a kiss to her forehead and laughed as Sam made a gagging noise.

“You don't have to torture him, Seb. He's watching her for free.”

Sam looked between them for a moment before his lip curled in disgust. 

“Ugh, I don't need to know. I have to go in an hour, go do whatever it is I wish I didn't know about,” he commented, his grin returning as the child bound towards him, tackling him in a hug with Loaf close behind with kisses. 

Amelia looked up at Sebastian before nudging his side to grab his attention back. She kept her voice low, “c’mon. We have an hour to chip away at that stress.”

He chuckled, his shoulders relaxing slightly at the idea of what was to come. 

“I can't decide if I want to shower or take you to bed,” he teased, smacking her ass playfully as they walked inside. 

“You could combine the two,” she hummed, walking into the bathroom, “shower with me.” 

The smirk she gave him made him thankful for Sam for the first time that day.

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I know it's super common but could you do the "who hurt you" trope with Harvey? I'm a sucker for it. Loved the Elliott one 😍

I'm legit so happy with this one and tbh it's been a long time since this was the case. That means "thank you" in Tori. I hope you enjoy!

Amelia exhaled, her breathing labored as she used what she could of her energy to close the gate for the elevator. She drew in a rattled breath as she recalled the events of the past hour. 

She was getting a good haul in the mines, more than capable of defending herself as she so often had. 

This time was different. She had made a stupid, stupid mistake. She went far enough down where monsters were smarter and let her guard down for a chunk of ore. The bats came out of nowhere and were quickly followed by a shadow brute at the sound of her cries. Thankfully, she fought them off long enough to pull herself into the elevator. 

Her vision was fading and she was remarkably dizzy. She felt blood oozing from a cut on her forehead and right arm and she wasn't quite positive but her side was hopefully bruised and not burned. 

She groaned as the elevator came to a stop, resting for a moment before slowly hobbling her way to the entrance and out the cave entrance. She coughed once and winced, earning the attention of Demetrius who was studying the flora on the other side of the bridge. 

She heard him call her name.. then call for Robin. After that was a quick burst of pain as she fell to the floor and passed out. 

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Harvey was tired. It wasn't a particularly busy day at the clinic, but still, he saw George and Shane today. The two always tended to be a handful. He had regretted giving Maru the day off, but she had deserved it after how hard she had been working. 

He sighed deeply, filing away the last of the charts and switching off the small radio by his desk, the light jazz falling silent. Standing, he moved to turn the light off, his phone buzzing in his pocket just before he could reach it.

Vincent probably burned himself or scraped a knee. 

With another sigh, he opened the emergency phone. "This is Dr. Harv-"

"Harvey! Oh yoba.. we can't wake her up.. we.." Maru panicked on the other end, someone in the background barking orders he couldn't make out. A chill ran down his spine as he tried to gain her attention back.

"Slow down, Maru. What's going on, who's hurt? Tell me where you are."

Maru took a shaky breath, clearly still shaken as he heard Robin yell something in the background,  "right.. sorry, Doctor. It.. its Amelia.. the farmer. Dad saw her come out of the mines and she just.. collapsed."

Harvey knew he must have gone pale. Amelia? They couldn't wake her up? She collapsed? He shook his head, trying to force himself to snap out of it, "it's okay, breathe. I'm on my way," he said, his voice low and dark. He couldn't stop the tense undertones. He moved, already pulling his coat on and grabbing his medicine bag. 

"No! Mom is bringing her there now!" Maru cried as he heard Demetrius console her, telling her they'll stay behind. It was barely five minutes as Robin came around the corner holding the farmer, limp and covered in blood and soot.

"Dear yoba.." Harvey muttered to himself as his heart dropped. Panic started to set in then, though he tried to focus the energy on treating her, "in the exam room, Robin, on the right."

He was following behind her, dropping his coat on a chair in the waiting room and donning his gloves as he moved to the back room. Robin had started rambling off the list of events, but Harvey couldn't hear her. He moved to Amelia's side and gingerly touched her face, "Amelia, can you hear me? I need you to wake up."

Nothing. 

He cursed under his breath before turning to Robin, growing frustrated with the noise, "Robin, thank you for bringing her, but I need you to leave. Go to the waiting room or home. You're covered in blood," his voice was softer at the end. It had to be jarring for everyone.. and it was Amelia's blood. Everywhere. He started again, "I promise I'll update you with what I can. I just need to focus now."

She wiped tears from her face and nodded, sparing the farmer one last glance before turning and leaving the room. Harvey turned back to Amelia, his own eyes threatening tears as he started to evaluate her wounds and stitch her up. He spoke to her the whole time, just in case. 

———————❖———————

It had taken about an hour and a half to carefully stitch up her lacerations and to evaluate the many bruises to her entire body; the worst by far the one on her left side. She had broken two ribs and had three cuts that needed stitches. The small cut on her forehead just by her hair line was difficult as he didn't want to mess up a single stitch and ruin her self image. 

He looked over at her as he finished everything, gently touching her face once more, his voice a whisper, "you have to wake up.. I don't know what I- the town would do without you."

His voice cracked at the end and he knew he needed a moment. He tore himself from her side and stepped into the hallway, tossing his gloves in the hazard bin as he passed. No sooner than he stepped out of the door did the tears spill over. His hands moved to pull his glasses off and set them aside before sliding down the wall, his hands over his face. He couldn't stop the small sob that escaped him as his panic took over. 

He adored Amelia. He may have been awkward at first, blushing wildly every time she brought him a coffee or met him outside for their morning stroll. Yoba knows his face turned a new shade of red when he found out just how much effort she went through to find out he loves pickles and then learned to make them. However, he became comfortable with her. The awkwardness faded and they held easy conversation where, shockingly, even Harvey had the guts to flirt every so often. She came in for a physical at one point and he swore they almost kissed. He's almost certain had Maru not come in, it would have happened. He had even planned on asking her to dinner, though his confidence hadn't grown that high yet. 

Yoba dammit, she has to be okay. I can't be the one to.. to let her..

He was met with another sob before he took in a deep breath, running his fingers back through his already messy hair. Once he regained his composure and put his glasses back on, he walked back in the room, frowning at the sight of her still lying there. The redeeming factor was the rise and fall of her chest, steady and strong. 

He pulled the chair up beside her and took her hand, which had small lacerations, but no more than the callouses from farming. He hesitated before he took her hand into his, resting his head just beside her. He hadn't meant to, but he drifted off into sleep, though it was light. 

———————❖———————

Amelia took in a painful breath as she started to open her eyes, the bright light blinding above. Opening her eyes to let them adjust to the room, sha gasped in pain, her ribs crying out in warning. At the sound of her gasp, she heard a shuffle next to her, warmth pulling from her hand that she didn't know was there until she felt the cold of its absence. She looked over, Harvey standing fretful over her bed, checking every monitor and drip around her. He looked horrible. Bags under his eyes, his hair utterly disheveled, his tie loosened and the top button undone. She stared for a moment longer than she needed to before making the mistake of taking a deep breath causing her to wince in pain. Still, she reached over and touched Harvey's arm, causing him to finally look at her. He really looked exhausted. 

"Harv.. what.." Amelia frowned looking over her own arms, covered in bruises and bandages. There was a long pause before she continued, voice low and ashamed, "they really got me, huh? I'm guessing I passed out and Linus found me again..?"

Harvey looked angry, but only for a split second. He knew of the dangers the mines held: slimes, bats, creepy crawlies. But to have done this? There must be far more dangerous beings down there. Slowly, he stepped forward and shifted to sit on the side of her bed as gingerly as possible. As she was about to say something, he touched her face, hand coming to rest in a gentle caress of her cheek. He couldn't stay in doctor mode. Tears threatened his eyes once more as he spoke, "Amelia," his voice cracked slightly, low and strained, "who… what did this to you…?" 

A tear escaped his eye then, her hand moving up to wipe it away almost immediately as she leaned into his touch.

Damn it, Harv… you're gonna make me cry and then it'll just be a snot fest..

She thought about it for a moment, offering a weak smile, "monsters in the mines," she started, sighing before regretting that decision. He deserved to know, "There are.. creatures down there. Shadow people. I usually take care of them right away.. but I didn't see it coming.. I.."

She stopped then, feeling his touch growing fuller as he gentle moved his thumb over her cheekbone, "would it be selfish if I asked you not to go back down there?"

She gave a coughing laugh, also a mistake, turning to press a kiss to his palm before she had any time to stop herself. Still, she smiled, "I think I might have to. How else will I find an excuse to come see you?"

That earned a laugh from Harvey, his cheeks tinged pink from the kiss, "alternatively, Ms. Rowe, you don't need an excuse. You can come see me whenever you'd like to. Free of charge," he gave her a small smirk before deciding to take his own chance to show his feelings in a new way. He shifted off of the bed before turning back and bending to press the most gentle kiss to her forehead. His face must have been red as hell, as he could see hers was. He lingered for just a moment, his voice soft, "i'll be right here if you need me, okay? Get some rest."

As he started to pull back, her hand moved to his cheek as her eyes met his, "Harvey.." her voice came out in the smallest of whispers, her eyes flicking down to his lips before meeting his eyes again. 

His face had never burned warmer,  but still he stayed, mere inches from the woman he had grown to love. Whether it was impulse or a calculated decision, he didn't know nor did he care. He closed the miniscule distance between them and kissed her then. He could feel the relieved sigh she released as her hand moved back to brush through his hair. He was gentle though, not at all able to forget the state she was in. The kiss was slow. Loving even. It lasted for both an eternity and seconds.

Much to his own dismay, as her tongue brushed over his lower lip, requesting more, he pulled back, forehead resting against hers. He could practically hear her pouting as he let out a breathy laugh, "get some rest. I need you to get better so I can take you on a much less.. stressful date."

He pulled back just a bit to look over her face. He wanted to spend all of his time telling her how much he adored her and how beautiful she truly is. After a moment her pout faded to a tired smirk, "Dr. Harvey? Your pulse is quite elevated. Are you nervous?"

His smile grew wide, happier than he's been in days, "you could say that."

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This was a rejected fluffy one

Enjoy but know

it had me stumped for a hot second

I also updated the one-shot post with a graphic I have no reason to be proud of lmao

Oh, this one is Sebastian btw. Like a falling asleep on each other kind of thing?

“Seb, I don't know, I've just been feeling pretty stressed lately,” Amelia sighed, her phone held between her shoulder and ear, “I don't want to bring everyone down tonight.”

“You know we’d never think you're bringing us down, but I don't want to pressure you,” he paused. She could hear him light a cigarette on the other side of the line, “but promise you'll let me know if you need anything?”

“Always. Going out just sounds exhausting today.”

“Alright, well, text me, okay?”

“Like I wouldn't. Thank you, Seb.”

“It's what I'm here for,” he teased, “I'm gonna go meet Sam. Chat later?”

She gave a hum, finally taking a bite of her sandwich, “I'll be here.”

They said their goodbyes and Amelia sighed. She felt horrible for bailing but, to be fair, she was having a rough time. 

Once she finished eating, she moved to do the dishes.  She caught a glimpse of the clock, groaning in frustration at how late it was getting as she moved to sit down on the floor with Loaf, who demanded all of her attention. She had been teaching him a few tricks every night. He had learned to sit and give his paw very well, but he seemed to be struggling with playing dead. She accepted that the poor boy would never be able to beg, given his stubby legs. At the moment, they were practicing balancing the treat on his nose and patiently waiting for the okay, which is when he can toss it up and catch it. 

He was a natural, of course. 

She bent to kiss the top of his head at the same moment as there was a knock at the door. 

Amelia frowned, standing and brushing herself off. She walked to the door, pulling it open. A look of confusion spread over her face as Sebastian, Abigail, and Sam stood on the porch. Sam was holding two pizzas, Abigail a cooler (presumably with alcohol), and Sebastian a small stack of DVDs. 

“Uh, hey guys, I thought you were going to the saloon..?”

Loaf caught Sam’s eye and he grinned, bouncing a bit. Abigail rolled her eyes before shooting a smile toward Amelia, “Technically, we did,” she gestured to the pizzas, “Sebby said you were having a shitty day so we came and brought the party to you.”

Amelia opened her mouth to say something but instead pushed the door open for them to come in. Abigail was immediately setting everything up, grabbing all of the blankets and pillows she could find. Sam had put the pizzas on the counter and Sebastian paused by the door, Abigail having taken the movies already. 

“You guys really didn't have to do this, Seb,” Amelia commented to Sebastian, who seemed a little tense. He looked over at Amelia, trying to gauge her reaction. 

“You seemed really down earlier,” he commented, giving a half-hearted smile, “we didn't want you to spend the night alone when you don't have to. Going out is exhausting” he paused again, looking back over toward Abigail, “if you don't like it or want to be alone, we don't have to stay… I just figured–”

She cut him off with a hug, which threw him off entirely. He'd had a thing for her since the second time they met and it just kept growing. Now, he was pretty sure he was in love with her. 

For Abigail and Sam, the fact was painfully, frustratingly obvious. For Amelia, she was none-the-wiser. 

She had feelings for him as well, starting as a crush as she was immediately swept away by his eyes. They were almost stormy in color and when he met her eyes for the first time? She melted. It started like that for a while until, like Sebastian, the feelings grew deeper. But in their minds, they were best friends and neither of them could ruin that. 

Also like it was with Sebastian, Abigail and Sam were going nuts trying to figure out how both of them could be so dense. 

After a moment, Sebastian relaxed and returned the hug, where they lingered for just a second longer than necessary. Abigail threw the nearest dog toy at Sam the second she noticed the hug, gesturing toward the two in the embrace. 

A grin grew on Sam’s face as he called, “Amelia be careful! He bites!”

Abigail laughed, shooting Sam the briefest of dirty looks as Amelia and Seb laughed awkwardly, pulling apart. To her, Seb just felt like home. 

“Sam, you are constantly touching someone, and I had to stop you somehow,” Sebastian joked, a smirk taking over as any tension he held faded away. 

Amelia was suddenly painfully aware that she was not at all dressed for company. Her hair was tied up in the messiest of buns and she wore flannel pajama pants and a t-shirt that was one or two sizes too large; at least it didn't have holes in it and it was a great band. She made her way to the kitchen to help herself to pizza, gathering a slice or two for everyone. 

Something about the way she looked so comfortable in her loungewear, the band tee being one of his favorites, filled him with the desire to be able to share that with her every day. 

She made sure there were plenty of plates and napkins for everyone before she headed to the couch, sitting and watching as Abigail grew frustrated with the DVD player. 

“Ugh, Sebby! Can you fix this before I lose my shit?” she huffed, giving up.

“It's Sebastian,” he corrected before sighing and heading toward the old player, “but yeah, I can. Wanna get drinks passed around?”

She was immediately back to her excited self, gathering cans or bottles of everyone's favorites and handing them around. 

“Wait, this exists?” Amelia asked, obviously excited. She stared wide-eyed at her can of pre-mixed rum and cola. 

“It may not be incredible, but they're not too bad,” Sebastian commented as he stood, the title screen displayed on the TV. 

Abigail and Sam had taken their places on the far side of the couch, leaving the only seat open for Sebastian next to Amelia. He grabbed his own can and sat down between Amelia and Sam. 

“So what are we watching?” Amelia hummed as she downed a decent-sized drink, deciding that she was a fan of them. 

“Shitty 80s sci-fi movies,” Abigail beamed, hitting play before leaning over to turn off the lights. 

Amelia laughed, hyper-aware of, given that there are four people on a three-seat couch, how close she and Sebastian were. Their legs were very nearly touching and their arms brushed against one another every time they moved. The movie started and the four of them had their eyes glued to the screen as they drank and ate their pizza, the only extra noise coming from laughter at how horrible the graphics were or the rustling of snacks Sam had dug out from her kitchen. 

Amelia noticed Sebastian had his hands resting on his legs and she took a moment to admire them, watching as his finger tapped against his leg. It was a nervous habit of his and she genuinely considered reaching out to take his hand in her own. She took a breath, stopping herself as soon as the thought graced her mind. She had her own hands in her lap, fidgeting with a string she pulled from her shirt. Sebastian wanted so badly to just give in and slip his hand into hers as well. 

This all went on for three drinks and two movies. Abigail had jumped up to put the third movie in, everyone still awake and excited. 

“Amelia, I didn't even ask,” Abigail pouted as she sat back down, “do you mind if we just stay over? No sense in walking home. It’s like.. 1:30 am.”

Amelia waved her off, “you guys are welcome any time. You know that.” 

With a grin, she hummed her thanks and hit play, throwing them into their next film. 

After about half an hour, despite her efforts, Amelia started to doze off. Ultimately, she lost the battle and fell asleep, her head lolling to the side, coming to rest on Sebastian’s shoulder. He immediately tensed before realizing she had been asleep. As carefully as possible, he shifted so she wasn't lying on the bony part of his shoulder, but on the soft part where his shoulder met his chest. Internally, his heart was racing as he tried to relax as much as possible. He felt her shift, her hand moving to rest around his bicep. He took a moment to just take in the feeling, wanting desperately to move his arm around her. He shifted his gaze to the tv once more, not even registering his own eyes growing heavy as he rested his head atop hers. It wasn't long before he fell asleep himself. 

Not ten minutes later, Abigail paused the movie, stopping Sam just as he started to protest before gesturing to Amelia and Sebastian, having fallen asleep against one another. 

Abigail, trying to be as silent as possible, pointed down to where Sebastian had subconsciously slipped his hand into hers as he fell asleep. 

Abigail and Sam quietly celebrated, whether it was that it was happening at all or that they didn't need to see them being blind anymore was anyone's guess. The two shared a look before Abigail stood, shifting and moving in front of the TV so she could take a picture of the two of them before sending it out in the group text. She had sat down, expecting the buzz or chime to wake them up. 

Sam had his volume on, and with the loud disturbance, they both woke up, shifting upright before even registering what happened. Amelia rubbed her eyes before digging out her phone, watching as Sebastian did the same, immediately throwing a death glare at Abigail as he unlocked his phone. Amelia opened hers, staring at the photo captioned ‘it's about fucking time!’ that was her and Sebastian snuggled up, asleep during the movie. 

“Oh, Yoba…” she commented quietly enough so none of them heard. Her eyes widened as Sam laughed, shaking his head. 

“Abs, let's give ‘em a moment,” he teased before pulling her, protesting, into the kitchen. 

It was a long moment before Amelia spoke, noting Sebastian’s gaze was glued to the phone, “Seb, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to invade your spa–”

“Ames, it's cool,” he cut her off, giving her a small smile. Both of their cheeks were pink, thankfully hidden by the darkness, “it certainly seems like I didn't mind too much.”

She looked as he gestured toward the photo, her attention falling on their hands entangled in her lap. She reached over and zoomed in, her tone teasing, “I guess it's better than reaching for Sam’s hand,” they laughed awkwardly, the question of what comes next heavy in the air. 

“Well, it's definitely not his hand I want to hold,” he commented before realizing the admission he'd made. 

“You want to?” she asked quietly, not-so-subtly tracing one of the small lily pads on her pajama bottoms. It was an eternity before he responded, his voice barely a whisper. 

“Well, yeah, kind of,” he paused, “subconsciously I actually had the guts to.” He took a moment before slowly, giving her a chance to pull back, reaching for her hand, and weaving his fingers between hers. Both of their hearts raced inside their chests. 

Amelia couldn't stop the smile that persisted despite biting her lip. 

“I… Might want it too, Seb,” she knew she wasn't just talking about holding hands anymore and that alone terrified her. 

His thumb brushed over her hand as they sat there, a million questions flooding their minds and none making their way out. 

“Fuck it,” Sebastian sighed, squeezing her hand as he closed his eyes before the words just started coming out, “I like you, Ames. Like.. A lot. But the last thing I want is for this,” he raised their hands for a moment, “to mess up any friendship we have. I'll get over any feelings I might have… Because I understand if you don–” 

She cut him off, her free hand moving to cup his cheek as she suddenly leaned in and pressed her lips to his. She felt him tense, but only for a moment before he relaxed, his free hand moving to rest on the side of her neck, his thumb brushing over the soft skin there. 

The kiss was too short but incredibly sweet; the kind of kiss you share at the end of a date, which she supposed it may as well have been. 

She pulled back a few inches before she spoke, her breathlessness evident, “I'm sorry… But you were rambling off my own thoughts and I just…”

“Don't ever apologize for that,” he teased, pressing one last, too-short kiss to her lips before pulling back, his hand still entangled in hers. He looked down at their fingers, thumb still slowly moving over her skin, “to be honest, I'm not sure what's supposed to happen next…”

She laughed quietly, “usually we’d go on a few dates to figure out if we'd work together,” she paused, leaning slightly closer against him, “and, if you didn't notice, I like you too… A lot.”

He laughed, “oh thank Yoba, otherwise, I would've been confused as all hell,” he paused, taking a moment to look over her face before continuing, “Personally, I think you and I are,” he cleared his throat, not wanting to go quite that far yet, “or would be really great together.”

She beamed, using her other hand to enclose his hand in hers, “oh, 100%,” she nudged him with her elbow, “we could…” she paused, a number of things going through her head. They could go out? They could just kiss a lot until they decide. Or both would be nice. She laughed quietly, exhaling as she finished, “I don't know, but I do know that I really want to be with you.”

She had no idea where the confidence she felt was coming from, his own seeming to match hers as he gave a small nod, “then I'm yours.”

She smiled before leaning in once more for a kiss, her body exploding like a live wire. She mentally reminded herself that their friends were in her kitchen doing who knows what. Amelia and Sebastian pulled apart, hearing Sam, obviously growing impatient, call from the kitchen, “I could have sworn it’d take him longer!”

Amelia laughed quietly, shaking her head, “are they taking bets on when we would… Get together?” 

“I wonder when Sam is going to ask Penny out,” Sebastian asked, just loud enough for them to hear. 

“Dude!”

“You like Penny??”

Abigail and Amelia responded together, coming back out to the living room. 

“Dude, at least Penny and I aren't like… all heart eyes and blind in a stupid obvious way,” Sam mumbled, plopping back down next to Sebastian. Amelia rubbed her eyes once more in an attempt to wake herself. She wasn't quite willing to let his hand go yet. 

“Sam has a point Sebby,” Abigail yawned, ”I was going to pull my hair out if one of you didn't just do something. Now all of you are just sickeningly adorable and now we deal with that”

Amelia felt herself blush, relieved Sebastian had done the same. 

“All of this bet winning has made me tired,” she pointed at Sam, “You, sir, owe me twenty gold. How are we all sleeping?” Abigail continued, “I assume you two are taking the bedroom?” she teased, Amelia's mouth open in shock, her smile falling away as her short-lived confidence faded. 

“Dude, you'll kill them. Leave ‘em alone,” Sam joked, already setting up camp on the floor with his newest cuddle buddy: Loaf. Abigail held up her hands in surrender, starting toward the large recliner. Sam was asleep in record time with Abigail not far behind. 

Sebastian and Amelia stood, his voice low, so as not to wake the other two, “I'll sleep out here on the couch,” he offered, squeezing her hand.

“Seb, you know they're just picking on us,” she teased, reaching up to touch his face, thumb running over his cheek. Her hand shook a bit still, all of this happening so suddenly. To think she wasn't going to socialize tonight.

“Yeah, I know,” he sighed, offering a tired smile and leaning into her hand, “you should head to sleep before they take more creepy pictures of us.”

She laughed quietly before nodding, finally releasing his hand, “that's a fair point,” she joked, “let me know if you need anything, okay?”

Sebastian looked over her face and nodded, knowing that she was just trying to prolong the moments together. Instead of a response, he took a breath before stepping in and capturing her lips in a kiss once more. He felt her relax, her hands coming to fall on his shoulders as she lingered in the kiss before pulling him into a tight hug, “thank you for tonight. This has been the best night I've had in a while.”

He held her there for just a moment longer before pulling back. He could have stayed like that all night. When they pulled apart, he smiled, “don't mention it. It was definitely top three for me,” he teased as she took a step back, shaking her head. She couldn't hide her smile, mirroring his own before he finished, “can I buy you lunch tomorrow? We can, uh, talk about everything.”

She wanted so badly to pick on him but behaved. “I'd like that,” she smiled as she reached her bedroom door, pausing to say goodnight before disappearing into her room for the best sleep she'd gotten in a long while. 

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