C/w: Stardew Valley. Sebastian x reader/farmer. Sfw but suggestive at the end. I just love the 10 heart event and wanted to write what it was in my own way.
10 HEARTS
You knew he was headed to Zuzu City because it was the only place to the east of Pelican Town. Sebastian surprised you though by taking the exit that was before the main road into downtown of the city.
You watched the street lights and shadow of trees pass over the visor of your helmet. Sebastian only had one, so he offered it to you when he asked you to come along. It made you nervous that your boyfriend was riding the bike without one, but he seemed to be more careful this time around. He took the turns and stop lights gently, opposed to the times you would hear his motorcycle roar and skid around the mountain roads in town.
You tapped his shoulder as he came to a slow stop at a crossroads of a hill. He glanced over his shoulder to where you were pressed against his back, and gave a quirked brow and a shake of his head when you pointed out a patch of wild leeks a little off the way.
âWe should stop and get some for George!â You called over the rumble of the engine between your legs.
âWhy?â His voice was soft, even when he spoke loudly. It was as if he had grown so used to being quiet and out of the way. A whisper in a home of Robinâs hammer and saw and Maru and Demetriusâs beakers and computer fans.
âItâs his favorite food! Evelyn can put it in his eggs!â
Sebastian shook his head a little, a small smile curving his full lips. âYou know everything about everyone in town!â
Your laugh made your arms tighten around his waist. âIâm a people pleaser!â
Your conversation moved into easy silence as he took you further and further up the mountain. It confused you a little; you had spent your whole life in Zuzu City until last spring and you had never known this look out spot existed outside the city limits.
He came to a stop at the top of the peak, and you tugged the helmet off your head, already feeling your hair sticking to your scalp and forehead from the sweat and heat of springâs last gasp into summer.
Sebastian walked over to the cliff, sighing and lighting a cigarette as he looked to the millions of lights and skyscrapers in the distance. He stretched his arms over his head, swaying from side to side as he stretched. You stood next to him, nudging your shoulder into his as you came up. He laughed softly and took a drag off his smoke before blowing it into the humid air - thoughtfully away from your face. Part of you wished he would stop smoking, because it was a terrible habit. Part of you wished he didnât look so good doing it.
âI come here when I want to get away from everything and justâŚthink.â His eyes were distant as he spoke, as if he wasnât really seeing the city but a life he could have there. Opportunities that he could take. You watched the breeze come and tousle his course dark hair away from his skin, pale from spending so much time in his room.
A cloud of smoke came out his lips, and he glanced at you. âWhat do you think?â
You thought a moment, letting his question seep into your bones. Your mouth twisted as you thought of your life in the city. The shoebox apartment you lived in. The sounds of the cars and trains and wind. The way the neon signs in the town square from all the clubs and bars would light up your friendâs faces at night. The savory and sweet smells from the food trucks. The tears you shed on the floor of your bathroom before you had to get ready to go into work.
âItâs a beautiful idea,â you murmured.
Sebastian tilted his head, dark brows furrowing and making an adorable V above his nose. You laughed quietly and wet your lips, thinking of a way to explain it in words rather than feelings and watercolors. Finally, you met his eyes.
âTheâŚvibe was fun? The energy.â You sat on the cliff, legs folding criss-cross in front of you. He followed your lead, stamping out his cigarette before sitting in the dirt and stretching his legs out in front of him. The muscles in his forearms flexed a little as he leaned back on them, and you tried to look away from his form. From wondering when the relationship would stop being new and nervous enough for you to easily fit yourself against him.
âThe culture is fun. The plays and museums. The bars and clubs. Getting shitfaced and dancing like itâs your last night on earth. Like, you can forget that thereâs a war going on. You get friends and can spend a few hours justâŚforgetting, I guess?â
Sebastianâs fingers slid over yours as you spoke. He looked at your hands, dirty and calloused from working. His eyes grew soft and he spread his fingers against yours, like he wondered what he would feel if his hands grew the same.
You sighed, swallowing down the flutter in your heart as you brushed your fingertips against his knuckles, lacing your hands together.
âDuring the daylight it sort of felt like waking from a dream. You were living paycheck to paycheck. Spending more gold than you could manage to earn on such a small living space. I had to go into a lifelessâŚemptyâŚcapitalist machine. Pretty soon, I wasnât even living anymore. I was just existing. Barely funding my existence.â
He tugged your hand into his lap, letting you scoot closer to him until your thigh was warming his. You played with his fingers as you spoke, letting his blunt nails lightly scratch over your palm.
âDonât get me wrong,â you grinned. âMy life now is anything but easy. Farming is hard. Mining is even harder. If Willy hadnât been around to teach me to fish my whole first year here I wouldnât catch anything.â
Sebastian watched your face as you spoke, admiring how your cheeks bunched when you smiled.
âBut the first time I dug my hands into that dirt and pulled up a carrotâŚwhen I cooked fish that I caughtâŚgained the cows trust and fed the ducks the first time. It was like I finally took a breath. Like everything before was a long winter or a dream, and I could justâŚbe proud? Feel like I was doing something worth while.â
You hummed, âI never got that before.â
âI never really thought of the downsides,â Sebastian mumbled. âOr what the reality might be. I felt so trapped at home, I justâŚthought of getting out and nothing else.â
You smiled, sighing a laugh through your nose. âPast tense?â
He nodded ruefully, smiling. âIâve been finding myself happier at home in the valley.â His chin tilted up as smiled wryly at you. âWonder why that is.â
You laughed with him, but your jaw snapped shut lightly when he brushed his hand over your hair, smoothing pieces out of the way so he could see your face more.
âI donâtâŚâ his adamâs apple bobbed as he swallowed roughly. You thought if you felt his wrist you could have his pulse hammer into your veins. âIâve never brought another person up here. I mean Iâve neverâŚ.you know what Iâm trying to sayâŚright?â
His dark eyes flickered down to your lips and you could almost feel him grab his bravery from deep inside. He leaned close to you, and you met him half way.
The kiss was clumsy and unpracticed. Shy in a way that only Sebastian was. Then, once you lifted your hand from the dirt next to you and brushed it against his cheek, he sunk into you. His lips molded to yours smoothly, tongue brushing lightly over yours as sparks started so bubble low in your belly.
You nipped his lip, sucking softly before bulling a sliver away, your forehead pressing into his. The lights from the distant city reflected in his eyes softly, and you tilted your head, brushing your lips over his.
âDo you want to come home with me?â
Sebastianâs lips chased yours when you tipped your head away to speak. A blush coated his cheeks and wrapped up around his ears. âTonight?â
Every night. You nodded, brushing your lips over his cheek.
âDonât you have to work tomorrow?â His nose nudged over yours. A dam had opened between you and all the tension and want was flooding out.
âYou could help me tomorrow if you wantâŚin the morning. I could show you.â
He felt his heart squeeze in his chest. He could see it. Brighter and better than any dream of the city. You, with the sun at your back haloing your head as you stood among the field of strawberries and green beans as they yielded their last batch of the year.
He didnât know anything about farm work. But damn he wanted to learn.
Going absolutely insane bc Obi Wan literally gave up the rest of his life for Anakin. He spent over a decade wasting away in a desert to protect Anakinâs children from Anakin. He saved Anakinâs daughter and watched over Anakinâs son, all while having raised Anakin himself when he wasnât ready. He stayed with Anakinâs wife when she was alone in one of the darkest moments of her life and stayed with her as she died. Everything he did can he tied back to Anakin. He gave everything for Anakin and loved him so much, even when anyone else wouldâve given up, and in the end, Anakin was the one who killed him.
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