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GENSHIN IMPACT
. Zhongli’s dead lover has returned during a century where Morax is not only married, but a father. Said ex-Archon is foolish enough to think that his now-partner would be fine with the tender reunion.
. The heart of the home has to leave for seas. It shouldn’t be long before his spouse returns, but Zhongli’s a little dumbfounded when it comes to domestic duties. His son doesn’t help.
. Holiday’s should be cheerful. Except, Zhongli’s ‘Archon-rival’ Neuvillette has decided to pay a visit to Liyue. Zhongli’s immediately miffed. ‘Coming to poach his mate and corrupt his heir, no doubt’! Well, Zhongli will show him! …As soon as he can stand straight.
ATTACK ON TITAN
. It only takes one trip to the base clinic for a baby to be revealed. Levi’s baby. Much to his dismay.
. Where Eren falls for a person who talks of life outside of the walls, now behind cell bars. Mikasa warned him that nothing good would come of it. In the end, she turns out to be right - like always.
. There’s no Titans, or war here - just domestic simplicity thanks to the other parent of his newborn.
. Headcanon! Eren who isn’t shy to use his partner’s mouth in public. Even around friends.
STARDEW VALLEY
. Sebastian’s not only married to The Farmer, but he’s the father to their. It just so happens that it’s all done with Sam’s ex. Another reminder that his best friend is the match that Sam tried, and wishes, he could be.
AFTER THOUGHTS
After thoughts are continuations to fics that I’ve written, but I don’t want to make an entire writing about.
. It only takes one trip to the base clinic for Levi’s baby to come to light. He begs for simplicity afterward.
. Escaped from the cell, only to be brought back by the captain. Eren’s betrayed, but not enough for him not to plead for you to stay - pressed against the bars, meanwhile, your back is turned to him.
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Plot: Mitsuki doesn’t really like you… But your kid makes up for the affection!
Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x (mother) reader
+ Akio (baby #1)
The rumors are true, the infamous Mitsuki is as tempered as her son. You would know that, considering she’s been nothing but up your ass from the moment that Katsuki introduced you two.
Getting pregnant at the age of somewhere near sixteen certainly didn’t help. One might understand — teenage pregnancy shouldn’t be encouraged. Yet, you’re eighteen now. Visiting grandma never gets any easier.
Katsuki winces as Akio immediately starts wailing the moment he's in Mitsuki's arms. You had passed him off when you realized you had forgotten his bottle in the car.
Yeah, he probably should have seen that coming. His kid is a total mama's boy and clings to you fiercely. That, or Mitsuki’s really scary.
Sighing, Katsuki reaches to take Akio back, but Mitsuki swats his hand away. "I've got him, stop fussing," she chides. But Akio's cries only increase in volume, chubby fists grabbing for you desperately. “Ma-ma!" he sobs, big red eyes pleading. Katsuki’s heart melts — the brat is definitely a mama's boy. Can't really blame him, you're pretty damn perfect in Bakugou's eyes too.
Still… “Sorry ma, he gets separation anxiety. Just easier if I hold him." Cradling Akio close, Katsuki pats his back gently until the cries taper off into hiccuping whimpers. Poor kid. Katsuki gets it, though — he hates being away from you. Just feels better having his girl nearby, within sight and reach. You ground him in a way nothing else does.
Not that he'd ever admit it out loud, but going a few hours without you makes Katsuki antsy as hell. He can only imagine how Akio must feel, with his little mind unable to grasp you'll return soon.
Rocking the sniffling toddler, he presses a stubbly kiss to Akio's head. "You're such a mama's boy," he rumbles affectionately. "Don't worry, she'll be back real soon." Meanwhile, Mitsuki just huffs, clearly miffed at being rejected. “He's just shy because he doesn't know me well yet," she defends. But Katsuki shakes his head wryly.
“Nah, he’s a mama’s boy. Just like his old man.” Waiting faithfully.
Plot: Zhongli’s stupidly bewildered when you bring out divorce papers after his old love is reincarnated
Pairing: Zhongli x reader
+ Zhen
+ Guizhong :(
Divorce; It’s usually seems as simple as a paper, a signature, and an attorney. Of course, there’s more to it emotionally, but it shouldn’t be anything more than an end to something old, and a chapter to something new.
With Zhongli and you, it’s a little more complicated than that. Zhongli can still remember the night that his partner packed things from their shared home of decades. It’s like a fresh wound he keeps crudely scratching at.
He stood frozen, divorce papers clutched in numb fingers as the front door clicked shut behind you. The finality of that sound snaps him from his stunned stupor, realization crashing down with brutal force.
No...this can't be happening. Not like this. Desperation propels him after you into the night, heedless of neighbors' stares at the God of Geo stumbling barefoot through the streets. "Wait! Please!” His ragged plea goes unheeded, your hurried steps carrying you and Zhen further away with each heartbeat.
"What's happened, why won't you speak to me?" He reaches for your arm, desperate to understand, but you evade his touch as if it burns. The rejection lances through his heart. "Please, talk to me! We can work through this, whatever troubles you so." Zhongli hears the pleading note enter his own voice but continues heedlessly. "Don't leave like this. Stay and let us discuss..." Your derisive laugh cuts him off mid-sentence. "Discuss? Oh yes, I'm certain your dear Guizhong would love to chat. Though I doubt she cares to hear my thoughts on being replaced."
Your words drip venom, expression shuttered and remote. It hits Zhongli then — your anger over Guizhong's return, feeling cast aside for a former love. How could he not have realized...? "No, never replaced! I would never forsake you, or our family." Desperation tinges his rebuttal, hands coming up beseechingly.
“You are still my beloved — for i and our sons. Nothing can change that. Please, you must believe me!" But you merely arch one delicate brow, looking thoroughly unconvinced. A "Must I?”, before turning your back.
You’re leaving. Away from him, from the life you built together. The life he ruined with his thoughtless assumptions. How could he have been so blind? So arrogant as to believe you would accept his past love's return without question, slot obediently into this new dynamic like a game piece moved on a board.
As if your heart and will held no weight of their own. Fool. He is the greatest fool in all Teyvat.
Zhongli collapses to his knees as your retreating forms vanish from view, strength fleeing like sand through grasping fingers. For all his vaunted wisdom and intellect, he failed the one who mattered most. Failed you utterly.
"Forgive me..." His whispered lament hangs unanswered in the empty street. No absolution comes.
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You’ve tricked him into opening the bars, and now he can only blame himself.
Fury and hurt churned within Eren, that you could dismiss him so callously after he had opened up to you. After he had dared to trust. With a guttural cry, Eren slammed his fist into the stone floor. The impact reverberated through the hall, cracking the solid rock beneath.
"Eren, stop!" Armin cried, grabbing his shoulder. "You'll bring the whole passage down!" Mikasa was already on her feet, blades drawn as she took off after you. Her scarf fluttered behind her like crimson wings.
Eren barely heard them. His breaths came in harsh pants, body trembling with emotion — staring at his bloodied knuckles, split open on unforgiving stone. He had thought you different — special. That you saw him as more than just a monster to be feared or controlled.
Perhaps Eren was the fool for letting sentiment distract him from his duty. He should have known better than to dream of more. To yearn for a different life.
This was the reality he was cursed with. One of endless war, betrayal and death. Eren had allowed himself to forget that, if only for a few stolen moments. And you had been all too willing to remind him.
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"Please..." Eren murmured, voice low and gravelly with desire. Your name had slipped too; feeling right on his tongue. His hands caressed your face tenderly, thumbs brushing away the lingering tears on your cheeks.
"I'm sorry." Eren's expression was pained, regretful. "I never wanted you caged here against your will. I just...' didn't want to lose you,” he confessed quietly.
Since you had tumbled into his world, Eren's bleak existence felt brighter. The wonders of outside, which you spoke of, ignited fragile hope inside him. He had grown addicted to your light, like a moth to a flame.
"Tell me how to make this right,” Eren pleaded, calloused fingers tracing your lips. He would move heaven and earth if it meant seeing you smile again. If it meant keeping you here, with him.
Eren knew it was selfish — knew he should want you to return to your home, where you belonged, if you had one. But the thought of losing you tore something raw and aching inside his chest.
"I'll get you out of these chains,” Eren promised fervently. "We'll run away together, beyond the walls. Just us." His thumb brushed over your bottom lip tenderly. "Say you'll stay with me. Please..."
Eren's heart thundered against his ribs as he awaited your response. He was playing with fire, defying his superiors to be here with you. But he was past caring about consequences. You were all that mattered now.
You’ve tricked him into opening the bars, and now he can only blame himself.
Fury and hurt churned within Eren, that you could dismiss him so callously after he had opened up to you. After he had dared to trust. With a guttural cry, Eren slammed his fist into the stone floor. The impact reverberated through the hall, cracking the solid rock beneath.
"Eren, stop!" Armin cried, grabbing his shoulder. "You'll bring the whole passage down!" Mikasa was already on her feet, blades drawn as she took off after you. Her scarf fluttered behind her like crimson wings.
Eren barely heard them. His breaths came in harsh pants, body trembling with emotion — staring at his bloodied knuckles, split open on unforgiving stone. He had thought you different — special. That you saw him as more than just a monster to be feared or controlled.
Perhaps Eren was the fool for letting sentiment distract him from his duty. He should have known better than to dream of more. To yearn for a different life.
This was the reality he was cursed with. One of endless war, betrayal and death. Eren had allowed himself to forget that, if only for a few stolen moments. And you had been all too willing to remind him.
Plot: Where Levi experiences what he needs to be. No titans, no fighting, just baby monitors
Pairing: Levi Ackerman x reader
+ Modern day baby
Levi stared at the small glowing screen in his hands, still struggling to comprehend all the fantastical technology of your world. To think he could see and speak to his infant son across the hall with just this device...it was marvelous.
And a little unnerving. Levi was accustomed to more tangible methods of communication. But he supposed he had a lot to learn in order to keep up in this advanced era.
Clearing his throat, Levi raised the “phone” closer to his mouth. Really, it’s the two-way talk baby monitor. “Arie?" He called tentatively, the name still new and cherished on his tongue. There was a pause before the screen’s image moved.
Levi's breath caught at the sight of his son sitting up in the crib. His and yours. Dark tufts of hair like his own, but with your eyes. It still amazed Levi this peaceful domesticity was his life now. No more fighting titans or watching comrades die. Just quiet nights with his beloved family, safe and whole.
"You should be sleeping, little one,” Levi chided gently. The boy gurgled in response, gazing around as if searching for the source of his father's voice.
Levi's heart swelled.
"I know it's frightening, being alone in the dark,” he continued softly. "But your mother and I are right here. We'll never leave you." Levi wasn’t sure if the baby could understand his words. He hoped so. Either way, Levi would be here to show Arie come morn. And you, tonight.
Theme ꒰ Titans and armies, the last thing Levi expects is for you to be pregnant. Though, that’s how sex works ꒱
Pairing ꒰ Levi Ackerman x Reader ꒱
After several agonizingly long minutes, the nurse finished her evaluation. She turned to Levi with a strange look he couldn't decipher. Almost...pitying?
Levi's gut twisted uneasily. "Well, Captain, it seems congratulations are in order. She's not ill...your friend is with child." Levi went perfectly still. For once, the unflappable soldier was struck speechless.
He stared at the nurse blankly, the words not computing. With child? As in... pregnant?
His wide-eyed gaze shot down to you. Watching as you processed the news as well, delicate fingers coming to rest over your still-flat belly in quiet awe. A myriad of emotions swirled through Levi in that moment. Shock, certainly. But also a swell of something dangerously close to happiness.
Followed swiftly by bone-deep terror.
A child - his child - in this cruel, bloody world? It was a gift he didn't deserve. One he couldn't possibly protect. What the hell were they going to do now?
Somehow, Levi's feet carried him to your side without conscious thought. He sank down on the edge of the cot, unable to tear his eyes away from where your hand cradled new life. Their new life.
"You're pregnant..." He rasped in wonder, the reality of it finally hitting him. His own larger hand came to cover yours tentatively. A silent promise.
Later, as the scouts have nestled under thin bedding, Levi’s forehead is to yours — noses brushing. "You gave me a reason, girl,” he whispered. "Let me be the man you and our baby deserve. Stay with me."
Levi knew he was asking for a lot. The dangers within the walls were grave, and there was still so much uncertainty. But he had to try. Had to prove he could build a life for you both here, even amidst the chaos.
His hands cradled your face between them, gaze boring intensely into yours. "I can get us a cottage in the interior. Away from the fighting. Plant a garden, fill it with whatever strange comforts you crave. Wake up to you every morning." His voice dropped lower. "Watch your belly grow round with my child."
Levi's eyes searched yours desperately. "Picture it. We can have a life together. Here.” It was the most vulnerable he had ever allowed himself to be. Laying his deepest hopes bare before you. Things he scarcely dared dream of anymore until you came along.
Now, with a baby on the way, those dreams didn't seem so impossible. He just needed you to believe it too. To trust him enough to stay, to try — despite everything.
"Say you'll let me try,” Levi whispered fervently. "Say you'll stay with me, girl. Please."
“I don't really need friends. You’re the only person i need in my life. Is that weird? I guess i'm not like most people.”
꒰ #SDV ꒱
Theme ꒰ Squinted smoking (It’s Sebastian), Sam angst, someone’s mom Mona, referring to reader as “Farmer”, and “Overalls”, Sam and Farmer were together, toxicity after divorce, asshole Sebastian and Farmer ꒱
Pairing ꒰ Sebastian x Reader ꒱ ꒰ Sam x Reader ꒱
(???)
The maple tree taps on Sebastian’s back. Juniper bark creating a ticklish sensation through the baggy, black hoodie he can’t seem to get rid of.
Sam’s there, too. There’s not enough space on the old wood for the blond to press the full of his back onto, but that’s alright. He’s fine with standing beside his “best friend.” He’s fine with the silent conversation occurring.
He’s been fine with the distance.
That’s what “best friends” do. Sam can’t blame Sebastian for his MIA status, as of late. Though, they don’t talk like they used to, even Sam knows his “best friend” is too busy making babies to play chronicle games. There’s an occasional love tap during pool on late Fridays at the Saloon, but it always ends with Sam losing a ten-dollar bet, and a part of his pride.
His best friend, too. “Losing” him to the night - watching as the lanky back disappears down the path only a family member is allowed to pass through that late.
Then, it starts over again. Most Fridays, there’s an excuse. “Sorry, dude,” Sebastian would wince. There’s always a certain glint in his expression - mocking the halfhearted apology for what it’s worth. Which is little.
Sam can’t blame Sebastian’s glance towards the overalled form, who is usually chasing time and energy around town. Sebastian’s eyes tender in a way Sam can only describe as love. And Sam would know love.
Sebastian has a family - Sam knows. He’s reminded of it every time he sees the plum-haired baby in the frog onesie strapped to the married man’s chest. It’s the only occasion in which Sebastian ditches the hideout-sweater. Something about the barely-toddler pulling on the dull strings, ‘Trying to choke daddy.’
Sam can see the same look in Sebastian’s eyes now, on the maple tree. The one given every time the secondborn spills chocolate milk all over his tee.
Sebastian can’t even keep his eyes on the river ahead, before his gaze is instinctively drawn to the sound of metal on overall straps clinking together subtly, over the town track. The farmer always seems to be on the move. It’s what leads Sebastian to moments like this - which only last an hour. Which feels like ten seconds on the steps outside of Sam’s house, next to the bushed graves where Abigail’s old mona lies.
Time seems to go by faster than normal, here. Sebastian would know - and Sam can’t blame him for getting hit by cupid. That would be hypocritical. Sam remembers the adoring gaze because he would usually be the one wearing it. It’s hard to ignore the sound of overalls ringing when the heart still lies on the crop field.
He should blame Sebastian - but he doesn’t. They’re “best friends.” Even when Sebastian’s time is too occupied with wrangling real frogs and frog-costumed babies. He’s a loner - Sam knows. No doubt enjoying the rain that’s been passing through Stardew Valley these past few days. The farmer’s porch has a great view of the town during sunset. Sam would know.
He doesn’t shame Sebastian for leaning against the maple tree on this Monday. One hour, which feels like ten seconds before the hooded boy moves. It’s not accompanied by a harsh stomp in the mud where sebastian ashes his cigarette, though. It’s one of the many things the farmer has done for this town.
Just sincerity, and an almost longing gaze. “Later, Sam.” ‘Later’ is until the next festival. And even then, Sebastian is too busy holding the mini raven-haired baby while his spouse goes out onto the misty ice to win both of them the trophy for surpassing five slimy fish. Beating Willy.
Then, they go home, where Sebastian kisses his family goodnight, and in the morning, he comments on his partner’s rest. Flustering out that the late-night dream mumbling was cute. The farmer leaves and Sebastian stays. ‘Maybe that’s what he sees in Overalls,’ Sam wonders. Sebastian has never liked being forced into small talk. Into going out - venturing.
The farmer doesn’t seem to mind.
They fit. Unlike the tripod. Unlike Sam and Overalls.
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Plot: Titans and armies, the last thing Levi expects is for you to be pregnant. Though, that’s how sex works
Pairing: Levi Ackerman x reader
After several agonizingly long minutes, the nurse finished her evaluation. She turned to Levi with a strange look he couldn't decipher. Almost...pitying?
Levi's gut twisted uneasily. "Well, Captain, it seems congratulations are in order. She's not ill...your friend is with child." Levi went perfectly still. For once, the unflappable soldier was struck speechless.
He stared at the nurse blankly, the words not computing. With child? As in... pregnant?
His wide-eyed gaze shot down to you. Watching as you processed the news as well, delicate fingers coming to rest over your still-flat belly in quiet awe. A myriad of emotions swirled through Levi in that moment. Shock, certainly. But also a swell of something dangerously close to happiness.
Followed swiftly by bone-deep terror.
A child - his child - in this cruel, bloody world? It was a gift he didn't deserve. One he couldn't possibly protect. What the hell were they going to do now?
Somehow, Levi's feet carried him to your side without conscious thought. He sank down on the edge of the cot, unable to tear his eyes away from where your hand cradled new life. Their new life.
"You're pregnant..." He rasped in wonder, the reality of it finally hitting him. His own larger hand came to cover yours tentatively. A silent promise.
Plot: Zhongli, who waits while you venture. Domestics, househusband, male-wife, incompetence
Pairing: Zhongli x reader
+ Zhen (baby #1)
After a modest breakfast of slightly charred porridge, Zhongli faces his next trial - tidying up. He quickly finds many household tasks perplexing without your guiding hand. Where do the dishes go, and this strange contraption by the sink?
Laundry proves even more mystifying. But with some fumbling, he gets clothes washed and hung to dry, if a bit mismatched. There, domestic duties managed, surely the worst is behind them...
...Until a tremendous crash echoes from the living room, followed by Zhen's guilty silence. Zhongli closes his eyes with a pained sigh. It's going to be a long month. But he soldiers on, handling each minor crisis with infinite patience.
The children come first, after all. Still, he counts the days until your return, loneliness a hollow ache in his chest. The bed lies cold and empty without you.
Until at last, the appointed day arrives. Zhongli waits anxiously at the door as afternoon wanes, heart lifting when he spies a familiar figure down the forest path. With joyful shouts, the children race to meet you, nearly bowling you over in their exuberance. Zhongli hangs back, emotions choking his words. But his fervent kiss leaves no doubt of his elation.
"Welcome home, my love. We have missed you dearly." No truer words spoken. With you returned, their family is whole once more.
Don’t ask me where you went, I can only think of so much
Plot: Zhongli, who’s held a dislike towards Fontaine’s hydro ‘Archon’ from the moment that his hatchling gripped tight to tales of a water dragon, rather than Rex Lapis. Not that Neuvillette cares - visiting for the holidays past his regions
Pairing: Zhongli x reader - Neuvillette x reader
+ Zhen (baby #1) (Jealousy)
Zhongli's drunken stupor sharpens to alertness at the mention of that preening popinjay Neuvillette darkening Liyue's shores. Here? Now? The impertinence! Comes to poach his mate and corrupt his heir, no doubt.
Well, Zhongli’s not cowering.
Lurching upright with a growl, he sways unsteadily after you and Zhen towards the gilded interloper. The crowds part around his weaving bulk, murmuring anxiously at the thunderous scowl. Let them gawk.
There, surrounded by fawning sycophants as always, stands the thorn in Zhongli’s side. Smug and poised as a peacock amidst plain fowl. The urge to put the guppy in his place surges hotly. But Zhen's clear admiration gives him pause. As does your glance, silently warning restraint. Very well, he shall hold his temper…for now.
But his glower promises a reckoning long overdue. Drawing himself up, he rumbles low and dangerous, “Neuvillette. An unexpected...pleasure." The last word drips sarcasm. Civility rapidly frays.
The hydro barely spares him a dismissive glance, dilated attention fixed hungrily upon you and Zhen. As though you are prizes to be claimed, not people with wills of your own. The insult fans fury's flames. When Neuvillette deigns to finally acknowledge him, the words drip condescension. "Morax. Still clinging to your titles, I see. Though they ring rather hollow now." His smile turns sly, gaze raking your form. "Perhaps it's time you stepped aside for...younger blood."
The brazen challenge snaps Zhongli's fraying restraint. With a roar, he lunges, only to be caught by Childe and Xiao's combined strength. But he strains against their hold, rage blazing in molten golden eyes. "You overreach, whelp! I yet reign here!" Around them, crowds murmur anxiously, guards converging warily.
Neuvillette watches in cool amusement, unfazed by the Archon's fury. "So the dragon bares his fangs. But words hold more sway than might these days." His smile turns cutting. "Take care you are not...replaced." Zhongli trembles with the urge to rip out that serpent's forked tongue. But reluctantly, he stills at your pleading look, pride warring with wisdom.
This is not the place...but there will be a reckoning. With a last seething glower at his smirking rival, he turns sharply away. "Come. We depart."
— Eren, who takes you in secret behind his friends’ backs whenever you start getting too whiny.
— Eren, who fists his fingers into your hair tightly - guiding your mouth along his length between alleys or closets, impatiently. Groaning through gritted teeth as you take him deep, throat sputtering around him. The wet heat of your mouth incredible, as always.
— Eren, whose head tips, eyes slipping shut. You know just how to work him - laving your tongue along the thick vein on the underside, hollowing your cheeks to suck firmly. His hips rock up helplessly, chasing the friction.
— Eren, whose groans spill dangerously. “There you go, baby. Knew you just wanted something to suck on." The lewd, wet sounds of you pleasuring him mingling with his friends' voices just feet away.
Fuck, your mouth always felt so damn good.
— Eren, whose hand finds the back of your head, guiding you down further. “That’s it. Just like that,” he groans under his breath, mindful of keeping quiet. His thighs tensed and flexed beneath you as you took him deeper.
— Eren, who doesn’t take long to spill down your throat with a muffled grunt - fingers tightening in your hair. He clears his throat roughly, straightening his clothes with slightly shaky hands. "...Thanks, babe. Needed that."
“I don't really need friends. You’re the only person i need in my life. Is that weird? I guess i'm not like most people.”
STARDEW VALLEY
Plot: Squinted smoking (It’s Sebastian), Sam angst, someone’s mom Mona, referring to reader as ‘Farmer’, and ‘Overalls’, Sam and Farmer were together, toxicity after divorce, asshole Sebastian and Farmer
Pairing: Sebastian x reader - Sam x reader
(???)
The maple tree taps on Sebastian’s back. Juniper bark creating a ticklish sensation through the baggy, black hoodie he can’t seem to get rid of.
Sam’s there, too. There’s not enough space on the old wood for the blond to press the full of his back onto, but that’s alright. He’s fine with standing beside his “best friend.” He’s fine with the silent conversation occurring.
He’s been fine with the distance.
That’s what “best friends” do. Sam can’t blame Sebastian for his MIA status, as of late. Though, they don’t talk like they used to, even Sam knows his “best friend” is too busy making babies to play chronicle games. There’s an occasional love tap during pool on late Fridays at the Saloon, but it always ends with Sam losing a ten-dollar bet, and a part of his pride.
His best friend, too. “Losing” him to the night - watching as the lanky back disappears down the path only a family member is allowed to pass through that late.
Then, it starts over again. Most Fridays, there’s an excuse. “Sorry, dude,” Sebastian would wince. There’s always a certain glint in his expression - mocking the halfhearted apology for what it’s worth. Which is little.
Sam can’t blame Sebastian’s glance towards the overalled form, who is usually chasing time and energy around town. Sebastian’s eyes tender in a way Sam can only describe as love. And Sam would know love.
Sebastian has a family - Sam knows. He’s reminded of it every time he sees the plum-haired baby in the frog onesie strapped to the married man’s chest. It’s the only occasion in which Sebastian ditches the hideout-sweater. Something about the barely-toddler pulling on the dull strings, ‘Trying to choke daddy.’
Sam can see the same look in Sebastian’s eyes now, on the maple tree. The one given every time the secondborn spills chocolate milk all over his tee.
Sebastian can’t even keep his eyes on the river ahead, before his gaze is instinctively drawn to the sound of metal on overall straps clinking together subtly, over the town track. The farmer always seems to be on the move. It’s what leads Sebastian to moments like this - which only last an hour. Which feels like ten seconds on the steps outside of Sam’s house, next to the bushed graves where Abigail’s old mona lies.
Time seems to go by faster than normal, here. Sebastian would know - and Sam can’t blame him for getting hit by cupid. That would be hypocritical. Sam remembers the adoring gaze because he would usually be the one wearing it. It’s hard to ignore the sound of overalls ringing when the heart still lies on the crop field.
He should blame Sebastian - but he doesn’t. They’re “best friends.” Even when Sebastian’s time is too occupied with wrangling real frogs and frog-costumed babies. He’s a loner - Sam knows. No doubt enjoying the rain that’s been passing through Stardew Valley these past few days. The farmer’s porch has a great view of the town during sunset. Sam would know.
He doesn’t shame Sebastian for leaning against the maple tree on this Monday. One hour, which feels like ten seconds before the hooded boy moves. It’s not accompanied by a harsh stomp in the mud where sebastian ashes his cigarette, though. It’s one of the many things the farmer has done for this town.
Just sincerity, and an almost longing gaze. “Later, Sam.” ‘Later’ is until the next festival. And even then, Sebastian is too busy holding the mini raven-haired baby while his spouse goes out onto the misty ice to win both of them the trophy for surpassing five slimy fish. Beating Willy.
Then, they go home, where Sebastian kisses his family goodnight, and in the morning, he comments on his partner’s rest. Flustering out that the late-night dream mumbling was cute. The farmer leaves and Sebastian stays. ‘Maybe that’s what he sees in Overalls,’ Sam wonders. Sebastian has never liked being forced into small talk. Into going out - venturing.
The farmer doesn’t seem to mind.
They fit. Unlike the tripod. Unlike Sam and Overalls.
Inspired by this frame on ‘Mal’s Sebastian expansion’
