#sdv kent fanfic

[ninacytosis]

new farmer girl being a menace

ummm hey i might be writing a KENT one shot ???? it's four am bye

anyways this is a little part if anyone cares. the rest will be on my ao3 profile soon

summary: The farmer and Kent get drunk and silly. Maybe freaky. don't think about it too hard about the morality pls it's just me ovulating

There was no particular reason for you to be there. The sun was setting and there wasn't much to do in your cottage, so you decided to take a walk in the forest. The sound of the river had a mitigating effect on all of your worries, and you felt safe after texting Leah you'd be near her house. You brought a bottle of wine and some crackers, in case you wanted to stay over at her place and chat.

    You were passing Marnie's ranch when you saw a familiar shape. It was Kent, leaning over a road sign. At first, he probably didn't realize you were then. As you got closer, you noticed his hands in his pockets and his head looking at the sky. He was so still, you felt slightly scared.

    Kent and you weren't close, but you knew his family pretty well. They sent you gifts regularly and you gave them jelly every time you went to their house. Once, Jodi invited you to dinner so you could taste one of her dishes. You also knew he used to be in the army, and he's struggling to reintegrate into the town. With the bottle in your hands, you decided that this could be a chance to bond with the man.

    At first, you could sense he felt uncomfortable, as if he wanted to talk but didn't know what to say. You got two cups out of your backpack and his hand reached for one. 

"Fancy, huh?" he mumbled after seeing they were plastic cups from your kitchen.

"Don't be ungrateful!" you joked. "It's more practical for traveling"

"Fair enough," he smiled.

    Both took a couple of sips. You felt a phone notification and remembered Leah. Her text popped up.

Hey, is everything ok? :)

    You told her that you found Kent in the woods and decided to talk to him.

Tf?? Jodi's wife?? And I thought I was an extrovert lol. Text me if you need anything, I'll probably stay working on a painting til four.

"Sorry. Some hours ago I told Leah I was coming and she just wanted to make sure I'm ok" you explained.

    He nodded. His eyes were focused on the ground as if he was planning his response in his head.

"Are you from the city?" he asked, after a minute or two.

"Yeah, I was raised in the city all my life" you replied.

"I guess I've always wanted to move to the city," he confessed. "But Jodi and the kids like it here. And don't get me started on how expensive it is to live there".

"Well, I see the appeal of city life, but I barely had time for myself. Ever since I moved here, I feel like I have way too much free time" you said. "I have like... fifty hobbies currently.".

    Kent laughed. You poured more wine into your cups and decided to sit down. He followed you and sat on the dirt. The lantern illuminated the path enough to see his eyes. Maybe it was the wine, but they seemed almost black. A  lock of hair covered part of his face, but you could notice he was loosening up.

“Maybe there are certain things I hate about the valley,” he commented. “For example, this damn forest! It’s so eerie and silent, it gets me on my nerves all the time”. 

“Then why did you come here?”

“You got me there,” he answered. “I don’t know”.

    He put one of his hands over his eyes. You pulled out your crackers, just in case the wine was too intense for him.

“I don’t really know what I’m doing these days,” he told you.

“You’re doing what you can,” you took a sip. “I might not know you well, Kent, but everyone knows that you’re a good father”.

“Might not be the best husband, though”.

    You gulped. For a moment, you started to rethink the whole situation. At this point, it was almost midnight and you were alone in the woods with a married man. On the other side, Kent was alone in the woods with a girl half his age, while his family was probably sleeping. Oh, and if that weren’t enough, both of you were finishing a bottle of wine. Tipsier than you would be proud to admit. 

.... Suscribe for more 👅

[oldowlshollow]

for @moonferry and the kent/jodi centric story that's currently in the works. i really enjoy it and eagerly await each chapter! thank you for writing!

AO3 link: Forever Stuck In Our Youth

[stardewstardropthoughts]

Could you possibly do something about Kent? Like idk an affair with you or just how he is romantically

I had time finally to answer something! The head cannons we are pretending he isn't with Jodi but the smut below the cut? Affair territory baby, pls don't guillotine me for how bad I probably wrote kent i never interacted with him much, sorry it's pretty short but I did both! 💙 🥲🥲🥲

Content warning: f!reader, no use of y/n, smut below the cut minors please do not interact with that, oral f! Receiving, unprotected sex

Kent x reader, an affair in pelican town

Romance Head canons:

My dudes traumatized, that's made very known throughout the game when he comes back, he's got PTSD from war so your gonna have to be gentle with him a bit

Not a fan of sudden loud noises or horror movies, likes to unwind and watch comedy movies with you

Sleeps better with you in his arms, feels safer that way

He has frequent nightmares, often wakes up in a cold sweat, heart pounding and a panic attack on the horizon, the sight of you tucked against him helps a bit but your voice helps so much more (so do the coping skills his therapist gave him but like shhhhhhhhhhhh)

Assuming he's not with Jodi for a moment, my man's wants a pretty little housewife, someone to take care of house and home and give him some little babies

Often fantasizes about you walking around the farm pregnant and with a little baby on your hip

This is wrong, and you know it's wrong. Jodie's your friend, you have dinner with her and her family often, but it's hard to find the time to care about that little fact when her husbands getting lost between your thighs. He's got your thighs held open by his rough strong hands, his mouth working overtime against your cunt as you moan and writhe against him, torn between pushing your hips closer to his face for more of the mind numbing pleasure he's giving you or pulling away for a break from the endless overstimulation. "F-fuck Kent please, too much" you whine, high pitched and breathy as your fingers thread through his hair. "Shhhhh babygirl, you can take it can't you? You wanna be good for me yeah? Than take it" he growls against you, too lost in your taste to finish his meal just yet. Once he's satisfied with how boneless you are, floating in your bliss from the three orgasms he's worked out of you he'll crawl his way up your body, trailing bites and kisses the whole way till he's hiking your legs over his shoulders, lining up his cock that's already leaking from the neglect. "Gonna fuck you so good sweetheart" he mumbles as he presses inside you, a whine being punched out of your lungs from being stuffed full after being so overstimulated with his mouth, you feel like your gonna burst with how deep the angle is. "Shit, Kent please" you whine, unsure what your begging for, but he knows, he always knows. "I got you babygirl, just lay back and enjoy the ride yeah?" He grunts as he pulls back and slams into you harshly, he loves seeing you fucked out beneath him, whimpering his name like a prayer only he can answer and God does he answer.

[someloserinajaywig]

One thing u gotta know about me is that my interpretation of Samson from stardew valley will always have/used to have a good relationship with his dad. jacket? Kent’s. guitar skills? Kent. learning to swim, surf, etc? Kent. he keeps his dad’s dog tags on his person at all times and he will let that jakcet break down into a string before he ever stops wearing it. so tired of stardew fanfics giving my guy Kent a bad rep bro was just like Sam as a teenager!!!!! he accidentally got Jodi pregnant and tried to do right by his family by joining the military when they needed money. he is not the homophobic like. abuser every fic seems to make him put some respect on his name🫡🫡🫡

[moonferry]

if it ends while i'm gone, be my only - the epilogue /lyr (fsioy chapter 19)

omg ??? the epilogue??? i cant believe it. theres only one more chapter left :( sadge. anyway, enjoy!

summary: it's been XX years, let's see how the neilson family is doing! watch as their family grows and they eventually move to the mystical "pelican town". they even run into an old friend.

warnings: none (i think??)

word count: 2766

other chapters: chapter masterlist

ao3 link: here!

anyway~ stay tuned for the next (and final) chapter. i have something special planned.

20XX | XX Years in the Future | Epilogue 

Kent, Jodi, and their son Sam continued to live in the city for the next few years. Eventually, when Sam was about four years old, the small family moved into a new apartment - one that was only a few blocks between Misty’s own and Diana’s store. Jodi insisted they should move closer to her mother - as a way to “watch over” her - and Kent agreed. 

Two years after moving into their new apartment, Kent returned to service - staying from the time Sam was six years old and returning when he was about eight. 

Then, when Sam was thirteen years old, Kent returned to service once more. This time, staying for three years and returning when Sam was sixteen. When Kent returned, he and Jodi were blessed with another child. A second son. One who they named “Vincent Daniel” to honor Kent’s friends, though Kent would have preferred to use the name “Lee” but it had begun to slip from his mind. The only reason he chose the name “Vincent” was because of the I.D. tags around his neck. 

At much as Kent hated to admit it, the war was taking a toll on his mental health. Time, and repeated exposure to traumatic events, certainly didn’t help. He was slowly beginning to forget the names and faces of the men who were once the closest things to siblings he ever had. It hurt. Kent didn’t want to forget them.

Kent eventually reached out to a therapist - as there were moments when his thoughts would overtake him. The therapist suggested a change of scenery would be a good place to start. With this in mind, the Neilson family (Kent, Jodi, a sixteen year old Sam, and a few month old Vincent) packed up their belongings and loaded themselves into the hand-me-down vehicle from Misty. 

Kent still remembers the mixture of confusion and hope as he read the giant billboard: “Stardew Valley – 10 miles”. He would’ve continued driving, but something about the valley seemed to compel him. It felt… familiar, in a way. As if he had imagined a life in this very valley all those years ago. Now, in his late 30s, Kent was finally allowing himself to achieve this life. He barely thought about the decision before taking the next exit - bringing them all towards their new, hopefully more peaceful, life. 

Everyone seemed to greet the family warmly - from the local saloon owner, the townsfolk, and even the nearby rancher. However, one man seemed to keep his distance. An older gentleman - one who Kent swore he knew, but he couldn’t quite place. 

He pushed the thought from his mind. He would worry about familiar faces later. For now, they had to meet with the mayor and secure a house big enough for their family of four. 

“Oh, yeah,” The mayor said. Lewis, he said his name was. Kent looked him up and down. He was another older man, though this one wasn’t as familiar as the other. Something kept nagging at the back of Kent’s mind, pulling his attention towards the strange man he had noticed earlier. 

“Mr. Neilson?” Lewis asked, concern filling his voice. He waved a hand in front of Kent’s face and tried to regain Kent’s attention. Lewis spoke once more, “Did you hear what I said?” 

“Huh?” Kent asked, shaking out of his stupor. He tore his eyes away from the spot he was watching - the spot where the man from earlier had been standing. Kent swore the man was eagerly watching him a few seconds ago, but now he was gone. It was as if he had just disappeared. Kent looked at Lewis and gave an apologetic look before adding, “Sorry. What did you say, again?” 

“Well, I mentioned we have the perfect house for your family!” Lewis chirped. He made an excited motion towards a light blue house - one that was placed a few feet from where they were standing. It looked relatively new (and well taken care of) and Kent wondered who had built it. 

“And, Miss Yoder lives next door - on the ranch down the street,” Lewis explained, moving to point towards the ranch-like farm building. Lewis looked back at Kent, squinting as he looked him up and down. Kent almost wondered if the man considered him some sort of “competition”. For what, he wasn’t quite sure. Kent raised an eyebrow. 

After some scrutinizing - and Jodi approaching Kent and wrapping a loving arm around his waist - Lewis nodded. The man looked around and tried to find any more “selling points”. Eventually, his eyes landed on the gentle stream and Lewis spoke once more, “Plus, there is an abundance of water! I’m sure that… a man like you loves to fish, huh?”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Kent asked, raising another eyebrow in Lewis’ direction. Kent enjoyed fishing, as it always helped clear his mind, but he didn’t like the tone Lewis used. It made him feel suspicious - as if this man had an ulterior motive with his “fishing” spiel. 

The older man seemed to ignore the question and continued speaking, “We even have our own local fisherman, if you need some tips.” 

Lewis pointed once more, this time aiming in the direction Kent had been staring previously. Curiosity overtook Kent and he was filled with questions.

“Oh, yeah?” Kent asked, tilting his head to follow the direction of Lewis’ finger. Another question slipped from his lips, “What’s this ‘fisherman’ like?” 

“He runs a shop down on the docks. You should check it out,” Lewis encouraged, a wide, inviting smile spreading across his lips. Kent gave a small hum of consideration but thanked Lewis for the information. 

He helped Jodi and Sam unpack their belongings. However, his curiosity began to slowly overtake him. Kent placed the box he was currently carrying down and turned towards the beach. His family members turned and looked at him, confused, but made no effort to stop him. They all knew that Kent wouldn’t do something like this if he didn’t have a plan. Despite this, Kent didn’t have a plan. Luckily enough, he seemed to be the only one who noticed his lack of plan, which allowed him to slip away unquestioned. 

He hadn’t really thought much about what he was going to do. He was going to the beach and then what? Talk to a stranger in hopes the man is who Kent thinks he is? Try to gain information about a man from twenty years ago? Kent knew it was a shot in the dark, but it was one he had to take. A wave of determination overcame him and he trudged across the small bridge that connected the mainland to the beach. He needed to find out. The lack of closure had always nagged at the back of his mind. And, with how familiar this man felt, Kent couldn’t shake the feeling that this would lead to the closure he’d been waiting for. 

Kent walked towards the shop, though he stopped as he noticed a silhouette of a man propped against the side of the building - two fishing rods in his hands. The man looked up at Kent and extended one rod.

“I knew ye would make it here eventually, son,” The man spoke, a knowing yet prideful look washing over his face. He watched as Kent eyed him, disbelief and distrust clearly evident on Kent’s face, and gave a small nod. It was a good thing Kent had learned to be suspicious. The man remembered how naive Kent had been in his youth. He remembered how it cost Kent. How it took away something dear to him. 

“Look, I’m not gonna hurt ya,” He explained, rolling his eyes slightly. The man took a small breath - debating if he wanted to do this - before speaking once more, “I just want someone t’ go fishin’ with.” 

“You’ll humor an old man,” The man asked, extending the rod once more. He gave Kent a look - one that Kent was sure he had seen before - winking. He laughed, the sound loud and boisterous as ever, and added, “Won’t ya, Kent?” 

 Kent looked at him skeptically. How did this man know his name? He had never introduced himself, had he? Regardless of how he knew his name, Kent was never one for rude behavior - especially towards someone acting so… friendly. He extended his own hand, though he hesitated before it reached the pole. 

“Well?” The man asked, raising an eyebrow. He motioned towards the rod and then the water. He spoke once more, “Ye gonna take it or not, lad?” 

At the last word, recognition washed over Kent. He couldn’t believe his eyes. In front of him stood none other than the William T. Dodgens. A small surprised, yet relieved gasp slipped past his lips and he approached the man, immediately wrapping him in a tight hug. 

“Willy?” Kent exclaimed. He felt tears well up in his eyes as Willy hugged him back - his grip as strong and fatherly as ever. Kent couldn’t believe that - after all these years - Willy was alright and standing directly in front of him. He pulled his head back and glanced over the man’s features - now, upon closer inspection, the man looked exactly as he did the last time Kent saw him, just older and less well-kept. There was also the lack of military uniform. Kent felt a rush of questions swarm his mind, though he settled on one for now, “Is it really you?” 

“Aye,” Willy responded with a small, curt nod. 

“What happened?” Kent asked. He held the man by his shoulders and looked around - taking in the surroundings - before adding, “And how did you end up here?” 

“Heh,” Willy started, a hearty chuckle slipping past his lips. Willy spoke once more, “That’s quite a long story. Here, grab a rod. I’ll tell ya while we’re fishin’.” He extended the rod to Kent once more, watching as the man took it enthusiastically, before walking towards the nearby pier.

“Hey, Willy?” Kent asked as the two positioned themself on the pier, their lines already cast and the bobbers carefully bobbing up and down on the bright, clear water. Kent always enjoyed the water. It seemed to fill him with a calmness that seemed almost alien some days. He was grateful for the rare moments when he could put everything aside - even his uproarious thoughts seemed to silence themselves momentarily. 

“Aye?” 

“Well, you mentioned how you ‘knew I’d come here eventually’,” Kent started. He looked over at the man and tilted his head in confusion. Kent continued, “What did you mean by that, exactly?” 

Willy smiled, his eyes crinkling up at the corners. For a split second, Kent’s vision blurred. Instead of Willy, he saw his father - the same expression plastered across his face. Then, Kent blinked his eyes. The image came back into focus - this time with Willy instead of what he had seen previously. 

“Remember what I told ye all those years ago - the day ye got in yer Mammy’s car?” Willy asked, tilting his head in Kent's direction. The memory was quite fuzzy and faded at the edges, but Kent still remembered that day clearly. It was the last time he had spoken to Willy - of course he would remember it. He had thought about it every day since. 

“Which part?”

“The part about ye knowin’ what I’d mean one day – about havin’ a duty to yer country an’ whatnot,” Willy explained. Kent thought back, trying to find Willy’s exact words. They came to him easily - as that was always the part Kent found himself mulling over most often. He hadn't understood it at the time, but he knew that whatever Willy had meant that day would come into fruition. Kent nodded, signaling he remembered that part. 

“Well, lookin’ at ye now.. I see I was right, wasn’t I?” Willy spoke, a small knowing look crossing his features. A small, dry chuckle slipped past the man’s lips. He sighed, looking at Kent with a remorseful look, before adding, “I was like that - when I was yer age. I felt like.. Yoba an’ their minions had set out a plan for me. I threw myself into service ‘cause I believed that’s what I was s’pposed to do, Kent.” 

“Ye an’ I.. we aren’t so different, lad. I knew ye would be just as stupid, recklessly determined as I was. As yer father was. But, I also knew I couldn’t stop ya. Y’see, Kent, I knew ye would end up here because that’s where I ended up. That’s where they always end up.”

Willy sighed once more, turning and staring off at the vibrant hue of the blueish green water. He smacked his lips together before giving a solemn nod - mulling over his own life choices and how similar they were to Kent’s. He turned back to Kent and spoke once more, “It got to ya, didn’t it?” 

“The war, I mean,” Willy explained, looking at Kent with a distant sadness. He pursed his lips into a thin line, shaking his head disapprovingly. He added, “And ye kept goin’ back - no matter the cost, didn’t ya?” 

“You Neilsons and yer damn pride,” Willy spoke, mumbling to himself sadly. He sniffled, and Kent heard slight anger in his next words, “It’ll get the whole lot of ya killed.” 

Kent moved to defend himself though Willy held up a hand to stop him. 

“I don’t blame ya, Kenty boy,” Willy started, waving his hand to dismiss any growing anger Kent might have. He continued, “I woulda done the same thing. I did do the same thing, in fact. The Dodgenses.. Ah, that’s a stubborn breed, eh? Fishin’ themselves to death.. All ‘cause of some greater purpose – an’ to keep the family legacy alive, of course. But me? I was more stubborn than most. I didn’t want a life of fishin’ - I didn’t want to be like me Pappy. So, I tried to fight against it. I joined the naval forces.. I kept puttin’ myself through all kinds o’ unimaginable hell. All because I believed that I was supposed to.”

“But look at me now,” Willy spoke, motioning towards the shop behind him and the fishing rod in his hands. Willy sighed and shook his head. He looked at Kent, a wide frown spreading across his lips. He added, “I went through all of that and - in the end - it didn’t even matter. Promise me you won’t lose yourself like I did, Kent.” 

Kent gulped, unsure of how to respond. 

“Promise me, lad,” Willy repeated, his voice much firmer than usual. Kent looked at his face - it seemed pained and remorseful, as if Willy was watching his own decisions play out all over again. As if Kent was a repeat of his past choices - good and bad. It made Willy afraid to see how badly it had already affected him. 

“I.. I promise,” Kent spoke, though he felt a deep pit build in his chest. That was the first time he had lied since his talk with Jodi. The lie tainted his mouth. It felt sour and wrong in his throat - as if he had swallowed a lemon whole. Willy had urged Kent not to “lose himself” but what he didn’t realize was that Kent already had begun to. He felt himself slipping into a state he wasn’t sure he could escape from. 

To make matters worse, the war was kicking up once again. Kent was consumed by fear that something awful would happen to his son. He couldn’t let that happen. Kent knew that, when the time came five years later, he would be the first one running into the arms of the Ferngill Republic military. He would do it for his family - to protect his son, who would be twenty one at the time. He couldn’t let Sam experience what he had. He wouldn’t let Sam experience what he had. Kent would do whatever it took to keep Sam from enlistment. Kent wasn’t given a choice then, but he would ensure Sam got one now. Even if it took everything from him. Even if it changed Kent beyond recognition. Even if it caused his family to disdain him - to harbor grudges and build up resentment because they believed he only cared about his job. Even if it caused Kent to lose himself. Kent would lose himself a million times over - as long as it meant his family would be safe. Because that’s what you do for the people you love.

[cosmicwhoresimpingismyliving]

Me remembering I have to write my Stardew Valley fanfiction. My brain has just been all over the place lately, I'm still in the planning stages but I promise it's gonna be long and detailed. I’ve just been stuck in this weird writers burnout lately.

[inegenly]

@flufftober 2024, day 22: Heirloom Sam talking about the life he's had so far, with lots of dad hugs (aka Kent actually being a good dad despite his absence).

[murderkittyz]

I hate ao3 I hate it so much

[sdv-roseglass-farm]

Stardew Kent Headcannons

I already made one for Jodi, so I decided I would make one for Kent as well :) I have tried to base some of them off of the little information we are given through dialogue but there was not much given

- He was known for being very cheerful in high school, with always being one of the most optimistic.

- He was on the hockey team during High school, and had a crush on Jodi for quite some time. Once they started dating, he went to the other sport games to support Jodi as she was a cheerleader.

- His favourite classes were Sports, Music and Science - as he loved learning how things worked in a practical sense.

- He loved ice skating, and enjoyed teaching Jodi, though he was not as good at dancing. He was okay with simple, slow dancing - but quick dance movements caused him to trip up quite a bit.

- He loves popcorn, especially as it reminds him of his dates with Jodi during High school, watching movies together at the cinema.

- He loves receiving flowers, and still blushes whenever Jodi buys him some - even after all of these years

- He was raised to be a Gentleman, and whenever they went on a date, he always made sure to walk her home. 

- He knew how much Jodi loved being creative, so he has tried learning multiple craft things to make her things over the years.

- He cried tears of joy when they both proposed to one another at the same time. He proposed with his grandmothers ring, and was very nervous beforehand. It is one of his happiest memories.

- Their wedding may have been small, but they don’t regret it, and often tell their children about it. Kent’s mum helped them organise a lot of it, knowing how much they loved one another.

- He was close to his mum when he was a child, which Jodie knows. His mum gave her their family recipe book, so Jodi likes to surprise him with some family recipes - knowing he cannot cook very well, especially since coming back from the war as he sometimes ends up disassociating.

- They saved enough money to move to Zuzu City after the wedding, where they unexpectedly had Sam. While Jodi done a lot of the more detailed painting, Kent helped out with the bigger parts, like the ceiling and wall base colours.

 - He kept in contact with few of his high school friends, and it didn’t surprise any of them that he was so ecstatic to become a father. He wasn’t very close to them - but he tended to keep to himself, with only his family knowing him well.

- When Jodi was pregnant with Sam he attended all of the appointments and read as many books as possible to help Jodi.

- He was terrified throughout her labour, trying to comfort her as much as possible. He immediately burst into tears having Sam handed to him.

- He refused to let Jodi do much after she gave birth, making sure she rested and recovered properly and looked after Sam as much as he could.

- He worked as a trash collector, so he often left early and got home late, but it allowed them to save up for Pelican Town. He wasn’t too fond of the job - but coming home and seeing Sam and Jodi everyday gave him so much joy, that he knew it was worth it.

- When Sam’s first word was ‘Da’, Kent could not stop grinning, and was so proud of him. He kept a photo of Sam and Jodi in his wallet, often looking at it and bragging to his co-workers about them. The photo was updated after Vincent was born later on though.

- When Sam was 4, he paid for him to have guitar lessons - knowing how much he loved music. He was so proud, and both him and Jodi were always willing to listen to him whenever he wanted to show them something he had learnt.

- He had a habit of listening to audiobooks, especially when working - as he wasn’t very social and did not have much time to read. He loved romance and mystery books in particular, he also enjoyed reading historical accounts of events.

- When moving to Pelican Town, he became quick friends with Gus and Willy, with their friendships becoming stronger after he returned from the war - with Kent enjoying navigation and Gus being very easy going and easy to talk to.

- He quickly looked at Abigail and Sebastian and Jas as his own niece and nephew, with Jas being added to this after he returned with how often they are at their house.

- He gets on well with Robin and Caroline, though he does not like Pierre and doesn’t like Demetrius that much, as he has overheard some of his poor treatment of Sebastian. 

- He was the one who helped teach Sebastian engineering, which gave him a basic understanding to look after his motorbike when he got it a few years later.

- He keeps an eye out on Hayley and Emily, especially when Jodi informs him on how weird Clint has been towards Emily, especially hanging around near their house. He makes sure Emily gets home okay, walking her home every evening after her shift at the Saloon - especially when the farmer informs him on Clint’s behaviour.

- He has always loved the rain, finding it rather peaceful, which is why he stands outside often in the rain. He knows Jodi worries about him getting sick, however, which is why he doesn’t spend all day outside.

- He goes to the prayer room in Caroline's home every Sunday, which is why he is so close with George and Evelyn. He helps out if Alex cannot do something or needs help, such as with carrying heavy furniture that takes two people.

- When Jodi learnt more how to knit from Evelyn, she made every member of her family a blanket. Kent loved his, and was very happy to brag about it. She was rather embarrassed at how much he was bragging, but he loved her more for it.

- He was still abroad in the war when Jodi gave birth to Vincent, as he was born prematurely. He was terrified for her and blamed himself for missing it. He wrote to Gus and Caroline begging them to make sure she was okay, and asking them to help her out as much as they could.

- He cried when he found out Jodi named Vincent after his Grandfather, and he was even more overprotective of his family after missing such an important moment and how terrifying it would have been to Sam and Jodi.

- When he was a prisoner, often the only thing pushing himself through what he went through was the thought of his family.

- He was very overwhelmed when he got back, which is why he visited the new farmer his first day home, as he got a breather.

- The peacefulness of Pelican Town and lack of structure makes it hard for him to adjust to being back home.

- He lost a lot of friends at war, many of whom he never talked about due to trying to keep the horrors of what he went through away from his family. He did make sure they weren’t forgotten however, and checked up on some of their families and thought about them often.

- Once he came back from the war, he ended up becoming friends with Linus - knowing he would not judge him. He often visits him especially during the colder seasons, making sure he is okay and has at least one hot meal a day.

- After he came back from the war he immediately started helping Jodi around the house like he did before. He took over the laundry and washing the dishes in particular, and helped with cleaning.

- He has lost quite a bit of his strict moral compass he had when he was younger, which is why he finds sending bombs through the mail to the farmer hilarious as he could just give them to them in person. 

- Due to the army he wakes up at 4am most nights, even without nightmares. He doesn’t tend to leave the house though - often quickly checking on the children and then laying in bed, admiring Jodi and reassuring himself that his family is safe.

- He has no idea how to try building a relationship with his children, though he does try - whether through asking Vincent questions about his lessons or asking Sam about his music 

- When Ginger Island is available, he loves going with his family and watching them relax and have fun. He often spends time with Willy discussing how the boat runs and navigation.

- Joins the Adventurer Guild at he farmers recommendation, and ended up enjoying it as it allowed him to form some routine while not leaving his family.

- He bonded quite quickly with Marlon and Gil, and gained a good reputation with fellow Adventurer Guild’s.

- Once the community centre is fixed he often attended Jodi’s new baking club and got to try out all of the food. He was not very good at cooking and baking himself, but loved watching Jodi, knowing how she had a passion for being creative.

- When Sam had his first concert he was so proud, and both him and Jodi could not stop smiling as they watched.

- He keeps every single piece of artwork from his children, making sure they are kept safely in the attic and is proud of every one of their achievements.

[marmorafarms]

Kent x Cis Female Reader

Hey everyone! I'm back with a new smutty fic inspired by the amazing @sdvnpc who has a bunch of amazing works that you should go read.

18+ ONLY

Summary: Kent pays the local farmer a visit, intending just to introduce himself to the woman his son has feelings for. But when he realizes he and his son have similar tastes, Kent decides to think with his other head. And it's just his luck that the farmer is more than willing to have some fun.

Warnings/content: cheating, affair, safe sex, age gap, cis female reader, sassy reader

Word count: 2,358 words

Enjoy!

"Bye Sammy!" You giggle, waggling your fingers at the flustered blonde standing in front of you. Sam had insisted on helping you with the farm work that day, claiming that you seemed stressed and probably needed a hand.

You knew better.

This boy had it bad for you, and it was confirmed when you suggested he shower at your place when the farm work was finished. His face had bypassed pink and went straight to fire engine red when you told him that hot and sweaty was a great look on him, but he should probably get cleaned up.

"Haley got me some fancy soaps and hair products," you said. "You can use anything in there. You'll smell so good after."

Sam had made a slight choking sound, and you gave him a wicked grin as he looked away.

"I um…a shower sounds good," he said. "But my dad is coming home tonight and I gotta help my mom fix dinner."

You blinked, flirtatious banter suddenly shoved to the side. "Wait really?" you said, shocked. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"I've been so nervous about it," Sam said honestly. "Talking about it just makes my anxiety worse. I'm worried that things will be different. Bad different."

"Hey," you said softly. "It's going to be fine. No matter what happens, it's going to be fine. You have Sebastian, Abigail, and me all looking out for you, okay?"

Sam smiled shyly and nodded. In a moment of boldness, you swooped down and kissed his cheek before bidding him farewell. Hopefully things would go well. And hopefully Sam would be up for taking a shower at your place later.

The next morning, you found yourself waking up to not only your alarm, but to someone knocking on your door. Your alarm was ringing so it was 6 am. Who the hell was wanting to visit you this early?

You climbed out of bed and padded over to the door, still in your pajamas. Typically you didn't let anyone see you in just a tank top and ass shorts, but whoever was there would just have to deal with it.

There was another knock. "I'm coming!" You shouted, annoyed. You flung open the door, ready to interrogate whoever had interrupted your morning routine, but stopped short. There was a man standing on your doorstep. A man you had never seen before in your life.

He looked kind of familiar, but you couldn't place why. The stranger had an intense gaze, steely gray eyes looking you over. Really looking you over.

Wait, was he checking you out?

He looked old enough to be your dad, but was still kind of hot. Scratch that, he was super hot. Chisled jaw, broad shoulders and a barrel chest. He could beat the shit out of you and you'd say thank you.

The silence that hung in the air was awkward, and this weirdo hadn't introduced himself or even attempted to say why he had knocked on your door at the crack of dawn.

"...Can I help you?" You asked cautiously.

"Holy hell, no wonder Sam wants a piece of you," the man said in a gravelly voice. "You're the hottest woman I've ever seen!"

"I…um…excuse me, what?" You stuttered out, mind going blank. If you hadn't just woken up, you definitely would've had some choice words to toss his way before slamming the door in his face.

"Oh god," he said, face paling. "I am so goddamn sorry. I uh, my name is Kent. I'm Jodi's husband? Sam and Vince's dad. My wife had mentioned you last night. Said something about Sam being into you, and I wanted to meet you."

"At six in the morning?" You said incredulously.

"Oh uh. Sorry," Kent said, rubbing the back of his neck. It was a gesture that reminded you forcibly of Sam.

"It's fine," you said with a sigh. "I usually get up around this time anyway." You fixed him with another look, and noticed that his eyes were wandering.

"I didn't realize a plain black tank top could be so interesting," you said, raising your eyebrows. Kent's face turned a dusty pink, and he looked away.

"Sorry," he said again. "You're just…wow."

"You're not too bad yourself," you said, crossing your arms and leaning against the doorway. Instant regret washed over you. You had just flirted with a married man, the father of the guy you're interested in. You needed to go back into your farm house and put yourself in time out.

Kent smirked at you, and took a step closer. "Oh yeah?" he said in a dark voice, each word dripping with honey.

You should tell him to go. You should put an end to this. You should–

"Wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it," you said, allowing him further into your space.

"I haven't had my coffee today," he murmured. "Would you mind making me a cup?"

You wanted to make fun of his line, but unfortunately said line was working on you. You opted for rolling your eyes and walking back in, swaying your hips a little more than necessary.

"This isn't a drive through coffee shop," you said, noticing he hadn't come in. "I'm not bringing your cup over. If you want coffee, you better come in."

Kent didn't need to be told twice. He kicked off his boots and slammed the door shut. It wasn't long before you were both in the kitchen, Kent watching you measure out the coffee grounds.

"I've got an hour," Kent said bluntly. "I'll be missed if I'm gone longer than that."

You paused, and set the container of water you were about to pour into the machine to the side. You turned to face him, leaning back against the stove.

"Well I guess coffee will have to wait," you said with a small smile. "We wouldn't want you to get in trouble." You walked over to him, and boldly put your hands on his chest. He found your hips easily, large hands settling nicely on them.

"You fuck married men often?" he asked. "You don't seem bothered by this."

"You cheat on your wife often?" you fired back. "Because you don't seem bothered by this either."

Kent's eyes went wide, and your lips curled into a devilish smile. "You mind your business, I'll mind mine." He nodded dumbly, and allowed himself to be led to your bedroom.

You began to strip, slowly raising the hem of your shirt, taking your time before it was tossed to the floor. Kent gazed at you hungrily as each piece fell away, and soon you were naked before him. Gracefully falling onto your bed, you turned to face him. You let your legs fall open, and gently spread your pussy with your fingers. His eyes zeroed in on your actions, and his tongue darted out to wet his lips.

Slowly, you began to rub your clit, moaning softly as you did so. Kent was frozen to the spot, and you chuckled lightly.

"You just gonna watch me put on a show? You can't fuck me while you're over there with all your clothes on."

Kent sprung into action, practically tearing his clothes off as he made his way over. You helped yourself to a view of the goods, and bit your lower lip as you drank him in.

His cock was fairly average in length, but holy fuck was it thick. You could feel your pussy getting wetter as you imagined how it would probably sting slightly as his girth stretched you open.

Boot camp had clearly done its job, giving him defined abs and pecs that you just wanted to squeeze. If you had more time you would've shoved him onto his back and worshipped his gorgeous form. But time was of the essence, and you didn't have time to pepper his body with kisses or drag your tongue over his abs like you so desperately wanted to.

You made a move to get on the bed properly, back against the headboard instead of sitting near the edge of your bed. But Kent was faster. Quicker than you thought humanly possible, he was down on his knees, strong arms hooked around your thighs and pulling you closer.

With Sam being his son, you expected Kent to be more of a talker. Sam had never shut up a day in his life, but it seemed his dad was more reserved. Even more so than Sebastian, which was a shock. He didn't say a single word before latching onto your thighs, biting and sucking dark marks into your flesh. He kissed the marks he left, ignoring your pleas for him to lick you, touch you, do something to bring you close. He seemed perfectly content teasing you.

And damn that was doing it for you.

You sighed out in a mixture of pleasure and relief when his tongue finally licked a stripe from your entrance to your clit. He lapped at your clit, sliding a finger inside of you. Kent began to add fingers as you squirmed. Vaguely, you realized he was stretching you so his cock would fit inside. Looking down, you let out a pornographic moan. His face was absolutely coated in your slick. Good head was always messy, and you were glad he wasn't afraid to shy away.

You were nearing your edge, so close so close so–

And then it stopped. You made a sound of protest, watching Kent get on the bed. He manhandled you into position before rubbing his tip at your entrance.

"Wait!" You said in a strangled voice, getting a look of confusion in response.

"Condom," you said simply, fumbling with your bedside drawer to pull one out.

"I'm clean," Kent said, sounding defensive. "Are you not?"

"I am," you said, throwing a bottle of lube and a condom his way. "But my body can still make babies, and I'm assuming you aren't sterile."

Kent grunted in reply, as though the thought hadn't occurred to him. In all honesty, it probably hadn't. He rolled on the condom as fast as he could, and lubed up. Your slick would probably be more than enough, but you were glad to see he was prioritizing your comfort.

Kent lined up once more, and slowly began to press in. And shit, you had been right on the money with your assumption that he would stretch you wide. At this rate he was going to split you in half! Not that you were complaining.

Kent finally bottomed out, and gave you a moment to adjust. His eyes were closed, breathing heavy. He was clearly restraining himself from pounding into you right away. And that was certainly thoughtful of him, but you needed him to cut that shit out now.

"Move," you whined. "Come on, give it to me!"

Kent nodded, and started thrusting, setting a steady pace. But it wasn't enough.

"Stop holding back!" You said, frustrated. "You can do better than that! Come on!"

Something snapped in Kent's brain, and suddenly he was ruthlessly slamming into you, hauling your hips up with a grip so tight you knew it would leave bruises.

"Fuck! Yes! Just like that!" You wailed. He was silent as ever, but let out small groans, letting you know he was enjoying himself.

"Amazing," he finally panted out. "You feel so good around me…like you were made just for my cock."

You nodded frantically. "Made…made for your cock," you moaned out, not really caring what you were saying. You were close again, and you needed to cum.

"K-Kent, I'm…I'm…"

"Cum for me," Kent said, hips snapping against you, the sound of skin on skin filling the air. "Come on girl, you can do it, cum for me!"

Your back arched as you reached your peak, cumming around his thick cock. It was a good thing you didn't have neighbors because they would've definitely heard the scream ripped from your throat.

That sent Kent over the edge, slamming into you roughly one last time as he spilled into the condom. His eyes were closed, and sweat coated his body. Kent pulled out, tied off the condom and tossed it out before pulling his clothes on.

"Enjoy yourself?" he finally asked as you were pulling your shorts back on.

"8 out of 10," you said simply, and giggled at the annoyed look on his face.

"You screamed," he grumbled. "I think I was more than an 8."

"Oh you would've been a perfect 10," you said, leading him to the front door. "But you lost points for not letting me finish before sticking it in. A true gentleman makes sure his lady is 100% taken care of before chasing his own pleasure."

"Well maybe I'm not a gentleman," Kent said, putting his boots back on.

"Hmmm…true. But I bet Sam is," you said, pleased with how Kent's entire body froze up at these words. "I bet he would make sure that I came before putting his dick in me. He's so sweet and attentive to me…he'd probably give me more than one orgasm too. Maybe what just happened should be a one and done type of thing. I'll get with Sam and let him treat me right. Since he's a perfect gentleman."

Kent turned the doorknob, but stopped before exiting. "Or maybe I can come back another day and I can show you just how much of a gentleman I can be."

"I'll hold you to that," you said as he made his way down the steps. "See you later."

He nodded, a small smile on his face as he walked down the path leading to town. You went back into your house to get cleaned up and ready for the day. You were going to have to go into town today. Pierre finally had a new backpack in stock, and you desperately needed a new one. Jodi would be in the town square talking to Caroline, and you knew you'd have to smile and wave as though you hadn't been fucked into next week by her husband.

But honestly? You didn't care.

[usernamemybeloathed]

Okay, so this is a little different, its a little ficlet based on my new Stardew Valley/Twisted Wonderland crossover. I decided to post it as part of the Stardew 1.6 Fest here rather than AO3. It's a little short but sweet fic about the first time my farmer Clodagh meets Kent.

(Link to the very first chapter of the crossover fic, in which we haven't got to meeting Kent yet, at the bottom of the story.)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Get Off My Land

Clodagh was woken up to a banging at her door. It was early, too early for guests, but everyone round here seemed to run to their own time. The joys of country living, she muttered as she stumbled down the stairs wearing nothing but a blanket that she’d gathered off a chair by the bed.

It’d probably be the mayor again, wanting this or that done. Or Rasmodius with some batshit request. Or maybe Rook was back. Although he wouldn’t knock. He’d just be sat there at the breakfast table, all smiles and ‘bonjour’s’ as he helped himself to her coffee and eggs. Not that she’d seen him for weeks now. Feckin’ eejit, making her feel something, then disappearing like a wisp of smoke, she continued to mutter. Bastard.

It was as if nobody could read the sign that she’d put up on the first week she’d got here. People in this town had no boundaries, everything was everyone else’s business. The number of times she’d been asked her opinion on this, or what she’d thought of that. The lowest point being when she’d had to revive Shane from a night on the lash using only the power of her watering can, when she’d only gone to Marnie’s for hay. It was mortifying.

Hence the sign. It sat with pride of place on the pathway, and said quite simply in bold, clear letters:

Get Off My Land.

Did anybody get off her land? Nope, they just kept knocking. Or, even worse, dragging her inside her house when she’d fallen asleep on her own land. One time Harvey had somehow let himself into her shed because she fell asleep in there. No, Clodagh wasn’t grateful about it. She wasn’t some damsel in distress, waiting to be rescued at any moment, she’d just worked too hard and fallen asleep in the greenhouse, like anyone would.

The knocking started up again, interrupting her thoughts.

“Alright, Alright! I’m coming, just hold your horses!” she called out as she made her way hurriedly to the door. Such a rude awakening at this ungodly hour.

Flinging the door open, Clodagh stopped in her tracks. There, standing in her doorway, was the handsomest man she’d come across since she’d moved to Pelican Town. Tall, blonde, broad shoulders. His hair was even tidy, short at the sides, slightly longer on top. A sensible haircut. Not like Rook’s stupid bob. No hat either. Okay, this one could stay.

“Well, hi,” she said, leaning on the doorframe and running her finger through her knotted, messy-from-sleep ponytail. “Name’s Clodagh Connolly. What can I do for ya?”

“Um, hello there,” he said quietly, his expression deadpan, brown, brooding eyes looking directly into hers. “I’m Kent. I just got back last night…”

“Back from where?” Clodagh asked with a slight drawl that she didn’t even know she had in her. C’mon Clo, don’t be cringe, get it together.

“From overseas. The military.”

Well, that narrowed it down, she thought huffily, not that she let her face show it. Nope, she was officially boyfriendless, so flirting with this absolute ride of an older man that had been delivered to her doorstep was perfectly fine. And he was a soldier? She did so love a man in uniform, and he could make himself useful round the farm.

“Oh! I’m from overseas, what a coincidence!” You eejit, she cringed as she giggled coquettishly. You feckin’ eejit.

“Err yeah, sure. My wife mentioned that a new farmer had moved in while I was gone.”

“Oh?”

A WIFE! DAMMIT! How could she miss the bright blue mermaid pendant round his neck, it wasn’t even tucked into his t-shirt. The smile remained frozen to her face as the dream died as quickly as it sprung up. Images of him coming up the path towards her house, beads of sweat running down his shirtless, muscular torso from all the farm work, and scooping her into his arms, evaporated into the morning mist. The best ones were always taken.

“Yes, I’m married to Jodi. Sam and Vincent are my sons. You know them?”

“Yeah…,” Clodagh nodded slowly. She remembered it now, Sam saying about holding off the wedding till his dad got back. Another sign she’d missed. And he looked a bit like Sam too, if she squinted.

On that note, she hoped nothing else would come up. Surely Sam had told his dad about her? Or maybe not, given everything that had happened between them. Well, if Sam hadn’t said anything, Jodi sure as hell would give out to him about her later.

“Well, I just thought I’d introduce myself,” he said, turning away from the front door. Casually, his face still deadpan, he turned back. “Although, one thing. Next time you run to the door, cover yourself with a blanket that doesn’t have holes in it. See you around.”

Looking down, Clodagh saw immediately what Kent meant. She’d grabbed her crochet blanket, and she’d definitely given this poor man something to ogle at.

Feck!

Now safely inside and making herself a coffee in the kitchen, Clodagh tried to shake off the urge to feed herself into the worm bin outside. Despite complaining that the locals didn’t read her sign, she’d missed every single one from Kent on the way down. The mermaid pendant, Sam’s comments about his dad being in the military, and his coming back soon. Feck, even the way he looked!

This wouldn’t have happened if people didn’t call round at such an ungodly hour, she thought.

Maybe I should make another sign!

[oldowlshollow]

for @moonferry ! their loveable trio from the kent/jodi story that's in the works. i couldn't resist doodling them after a character lore post that was made.

Forever Stuck In Our Youth tumblr master list: here AO3 link: here

[sdvbraindump]

Now I have AMATS 18 up I can focus on other things for a bit. Like that 🌶️ Harvey and Kent one shots that I'm a month late posting as well as crossposting AMATS to here 🥰

[audioaujom]

Robin v. Kent

Stardew Hub, next >

I don't particularly like Kent (though I know he's not actually aggressive like this in canon), so this is a short write where after returning home Kent has turned mean and takes it out on Sam one night when Sebastian and his parents are coming over for dinner. Robin does not take it kindly.

Word Count: 1204

Chapter TWs: Blood and injury, abusive language/behavior

--

“Sam, could you set the table, sweetie?” Jodi called from the kitchen, her voice barely audible over the popping oil in the pan in front of her. “It’s almost 6, they should be here soon.”

“Got it!” Sam called back from his room, instantly leaping up and jogging into the kitchen and then to the dining room table. He passed by his dad leaning against the wall of the nearby hallway, who watched Sam as he opened the proper cabinets to get out enough plates to set the full table for 7 people. Carefully passing out the plates as his mom continued to cook in the kitchen, Sam then took it upon himself to find 7 sets of silverware before returning to the table. He paused by the first plate, his eyes darting from side to side before starting to tentatively put out a fork, knife, and spoon on the left side of the plate.

“Silverware goes on the right.” Kent commented from the doorway, eyeing the table angrily.

“Oh! Whoops!” Sam grimaced good-naturedly, smiling to himself as he shifted the silverware to the other side before moving onto the next place. He slowly started to set down the fork, mumbling, “Silverware goes on the right—” before getting cut off.

“Your other right.” Kent corrected again, Sam jumping a little and moving to the other side of the plate.

“Guess I’m still bad with my directions.” Sam apologized sheepishly, doing his best to hurry through the rest of the silverware to head into the kitchen for glasses.

“Maybe I need to knock some sense into you.” Kent grumbled, earning a sharp glare from Jodi.

“It’s nothing to be so concerned about, dear.” Jodi frowned, turning the pan off and dumping the steaming, fried vegetables into a dish that she then put on the center of the table. “Don’t forget the glasses!”

“You can count on me!”

Doing his best, Sam took two glasses at a time over to the table and set them out, picking up the last, lone glass afterwards a little too quickly and accidentally swiping it onto the floor.

“Ahh—!! My bad!!” Sam stepped back from the shattered glass, frowning at himself as his parents both looked over in alarm.

“Oh!! Look out for those big shards. I’ll get the broom, you put on some shoes.” Jodi fretted, making sure the stove was off before gingerly stepping around the broken glass for the closet at the far end of the room.

“Can you do anything right, boy?” Kent pushed himself off the wall from where he’d been watching the whole time, crossing the distance to Sam in only a few, heavy steps.

“It was an accident!” Sam defended, stumbling back a half step to try and put distance between him and his dad while not getting any closer to the glass.

“It’s nothing to get bent out of shape over, Kent.” Jodi scolded as she opened the closet, pulling the broom out and turning around just in time to watch Kent grab Sam by the front of his shirt to keep him from backing off again. Sam’s hands flew up to his shoulders protectively as Kent glowered at him for a long, silent moment before abruptly winding back and sending a crushing punch to Sam’s face. Sam let out a startled yelp of surprise and pain, one of his hands that moved up to shield his face coming away with blood that began to drip down from his now broken nose. “Kent!!”

“What? You wanna defend him?” Kent turned his focused attention to Jodi, letting go of Sam in the process. Sam then dropped to the floor, bracing himself on his arms in surprise as he stared up at his dad, the faded red outline of a forming bruise slowly starting to appear across the bridge of his nose. “You’re the one who raised him to be so useless!”

“What’s your problem tonight?!” Jodi backed up into the kitchen counter by the stove as Kent stepped over to tower over her. She used the end of the broom to try and push him away a little, only for him to grab it and nearly splinter the wood in his grasp.

“Clearly, it’s you two!”

“Hey, we’re—!” Robin’s voice came from the living room as she and 3/4 of her family let themselves in, but they all instantly froze as they stopped in the hallway by the kitchen to stare at Sam and his family—who also froze to look back. “And what exactly is going on here?”

“Oh, shit—!! Sam!” Sebastian was the first to move, breaking the tense silence by slipping past his mom to crouch down beside his friend worriedly. Sam looked up at him gratefully as Sebastian pulled a napkin off the table to help him catch the now steadily dripping blood.

“I’ve got Jodi.” Demetrius was next, nodding at Robin who glared two holes straight through Kent as her husband went to check on Jodi.

“You had time to think of a half-baked excuse yet?” Robin crossed her arms, slowly pacing down the hallway without taking her eyes off of Kent.

Kent scoffed, letting go of the broom and shoving Jodi in Demetrius’ direction as he turned to look Robin up and down. “That supposed to scare me?”

“No, I know better than that.” Robin easily met his glare, refusing to back down. “But I’ll give you ten seconds to get the hell out of this house before I make you.”

“This is my house—”

“No.” Jodi interrupted firmly, steadying herself with a hand from Demetrius. “It hasn't been your house in a very long time.”

“Let's go.” Robin reached to grab and pull Kent by one of his arms, only for him to shove her away from him with a continued glare. “Okay. We’ll do this the hard way.”

Kent wasn’t expecting much, his glare turning into a grin before it flew off his face with the crushing right hook that landed against the side of his jaw. Robin paused for only a moment as Kent stared at her in shock, her rolling her shoulders back and mumbling, “Let's even you out…” as her left fist came flying hard into the opposite side of his face.

She was much stronger than he anticipated, stumbling into the wall to his left and grabbing at his face in surprise, Robin now towering over him as he slouched in an attempt to gain some support.

“Get out.”

Kent didn't need to be told twice.

One black eye and blood between his teeth was enough, wincing as he touched at the aching, bruising skin of his face before trying to nurse his split lip as he sulked out the front door—slamming it behind him.

Sam stared dumbly at the closed front door as Sebastian gently pushed his head forward again to keep him from tipping it back as blood still dripped onto the napkin, Demetrius holding Jodi’s shoulders as she nearly slumped to the floor from the shock.

Robin turned to look at the other four, thankful that Vincent hadn't come out of his room even at the commotion. She smiled a little sheepishly before asking Jodi, “You got any ice?”

[roslina-w-bagnie]

Guys please for the love of all that's holy read Old Enough To Understand by SockNeverSleeps on ao3.

This fic broke me apart, glued me back together, made me depressed and restored my will to live. /pos

Link