This was actually inspired by this prompt "Cowboy Au. Hunter's family owns a ranch, Sebastian is a rich spoiled kid who's parents send him to stay with his grandparents who live close to the Clarington's ranch." and because of my love for Huntbastian and horses, I couldn't help myself to make it more than just a fill.
There may be some horsey terms, but it won't be that hard to follow along.
Basically Sebastian is getting punished, he is forced to work on the Clarington's farm, is his usual stuck up self and he meets Hunter. Things happen and Sebastian starts to question his life.
Without further adieu... here it is.
Try to enjoy.

Also here - post/46242286647/through-the-eyes-of-a-horse-huntbastian-fic-picture - you can find a picture guide, showing the character's horses, ranch and houses.


3:45am, shit.
Sebastian tip toed across his front lawn and dashed towards his bedroom window, carefully scaling the two story mansion with ease.
He had spent the night drinking, partying, hooking up and he was on his parent's last nerve. He slipped through his open window and fell inside with a thud. Shit, shit, shit. Sebastian stammered to himself, throwing off his shoes and climbing into bed. He heard footsteps creeping towards his room. Sebastian quickly steadied his breathing and shut his eyes. "Sebastian, are you awake?" Sebastian heard his mother call through the darkness of the room. He faked a snore, which his mother believed, shutting the door and moving away from his room. Sebastian opened his eyes, sighing with relief. Sucker.

Sebastian opened his eyes. 1:23pm. Sebastian closed his eyes. 1:23pm... fuck! Sebastian's eyes jolted open, him scrambling out of bed. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I missed school! Sebastian paced around his room, his parents were sure to kill him. Maybe they won't find out. Sebastian sat on his bed, calming. I snuck out... again, missed school...again, I got drunk and ...ha! Like my parents will find out. Sebastian chuckled to himself, laying back on his bed. A noise erupted from his stomach, Sebastian rose and left his room in search of food. What is there to eat. Hmm. I could make the chef cook some chilly shrimp or maybe some marinated chick... "Mum! Dad! What are you doing home!?" Sebastian entered the kitchen, finding both of his parents sitting at the counter with very stern looks.
"Sebastian, why are you not at school?" His mother questioned.
"I over slept, my alarm didn't go off." Sebastian lied. "What are you doing here?"
"Your school called, said you weren't there and have missed too many days of school."
"I over slept, though."
"Not good enough!" Sebastian's dad yelled. "You have been developing a very bratty attitude. Your mother and I are sick of it. You miss school, your grades are horrible, you are a horrible son, you drink and you sneak out, which we do know about."
"You're just saying this stuff because you hate that I am gay."
"Don't you try and turn this around on us! This has nothing to do with you being gay, it's about you being a spoiled brat!"
"Well it's kind of hard when I'm not even looked after by my own parents."
"Stop trying to pin this on us, Sebastian! We do look after you."
"You're never home!"
"Stop, Sebastian. You're not getting out of this. We are sick of it, you're going to stay with your grandparents until you learn how to behave."
Sebastian's jaw dropped, he hated being with his grandparents. They lived on a rundown farm in the middle of nowhere. "I am not going there! You can't make me!"
"You are. The decision has been made. You leave tomorrow night."
"What! No! You can't do this!" Sebastian kicked a chair and ran up to his room, throwing things in rage. "I hate you!" He yelled loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear.

Sebastian spent the next day locked in his room, packing his belongings. His parents drove him to the airport and dropped him off without a proper 'goodbye'. This was Sebastian's non-first class flight, it was horrible. He was seated in the middle of two people, who both snored and drooled and chose him as a pillow. Sebastian couldn't believe that this was going to be his life for the next four months-or until he 'behaved'. What was he suppose to do their? There was no way he was going to help out on the farm, no way he was going to leave the house-if you could call it that. The flight from Ohio to Kentucky was fast, which Sebastian was thankful for. He was happy to get out of the cramped space and away from the disgusting passengers. Sebastian quickly pushed through the aisle and existed, waiting at the luggage pick up. His phone buzzed to life. "Hello? Oh, hi grandad. I'm at the luggage pick up, yep. See you in a minute." Sebastian hung up his phone and looked around for the familiar faces of his grandparents. Sebastian didn't mind his grandparents, he liked them a whole lot better than his own parents, they understood him and accepted him better, but they still lived on a rundown farm in the middle of nowhere. Sebastian felt a tugging on his elbow, he turned to come face to face with his grandparents, hugging them both. His grandmother kept complimenting how handsome he had become and his grandad on how tall he had grown. They all helped with his pile of luggage and packed it in the small farm truck.

"Sebastian, wake up." His grandmother called. Sebastian shook his head. The last thing he remembered was pulling out of the airport car park, before falling asleep. He looked around. There were paddocks of green grass, a small herd of cattle and a small-very small house-shack in the middle of the property. Sebastian stepped out of the car, immediately noticing the horrible smell of cow poo. He held his nose and pulled the bags of luggage from the back of the truck. "I will show you around." Sebastian's grandma smiled. He followed her out of the car shed, into the small house. It wasn't much on the outside, but the inside looked better. It was nicely decorated with pictures of his family, the farm, horses and other random antique items. A small TV sat on a low table and a phone hung on the wall in the kitchen. At least there is some form of technology. "Kitchen, lounge room, office, bathroom and your room." His grandmother pointed to the different rooms. Sebastian dropped his luggage onto the bed in his new room. "Thanks Grandma."
"If you need anything, just tell me. I will let you settle in." His grandma smiled and left the room. He liked how his grandparents respected his privacy, they were also the only ones who respected and supported his sexuality. As much as he liked his grandparents, he still wasn't happy about having to stay with them on this stupid farm. Maybe if I act nice, 'behave', I can go home sooner than later. Sebastian felt around his pockets for his phone, digging it out. No phone reception!? I miss it already. Sebastian unpacked a few of his belongings before leaving his room to find his grandma.

"Hey, Grandma, where's grandad?" Sebastian asked politely, sitting at a kitchen stool.
"He is packing the car with hay. He is taking it over to the Clarington Ranch, our neighbors. I think it would be really nice if you helped him." Sebastian bit his lip, forcing back a comment. Instead, he went to the car shed to help out. "Grab some gloves and lift the hay by the twine. Just eight more bales to put in." Sebastian nodded. Ha, lift some hay onto a car? How is this hard work! Sebastian slipped on a pair of gloves and grabbed the twine holding the hay. He lifted the bale and dropped it. "Try lifting with your knees, not your back." Sebastian tried to lift the bale again, dropping it a foot away from it's original spot. How is this stuff so heavy! Sebastian took his time lifting and dropping the bale, until it was in the tray of the farm truck. "We're done, let's drop it off."
"Wait, I thought there was eight more bales." Sebastian looked around at the cleared floor.
"I packed the other seven, while you wrestled that bale." His grandad chuckled. "Come on, in the car." Sebastian slipped into the passenger seat of the car.

"Where are we going?" Sebastian asked over the noise of the car on the gravel road. "The Clarington Ranch. It's a horse ranch. They breed, break in and muster horses. Maybe you should help out there." Sebastian scoffed at the idea, receiving a disappointed look from his grandad. "Um, horses aren't my thing."
The car pulled into a long drive way, a wooden sign hung over the gateway reading "Clarington Ranch". Sebastian was in awe, he hated horses and farms weren't his thing, but this place was gorgeous. Green pastures of different coloured horses ran as far as the eye could see, lakes and rivers broke up some of the pastures. There was a clean white house-a nice house and a huge red barn that was visible from miles away. His grandad drove the car around to the back of the barn. "Start unloading the hay, I'll be around to help in a minute." Sebastian slipped out of the car, stepping directly in a pile of horse poo. Hate this place, already. He wiped his shoes and started to drag bales out of the car, already struggling. Sebastian pulled a bale from the bottom of the pile, causing the twine holding the hay together to snap. Sebastian was flung to the ground, hay going everywhere.
Hate this stupid.. "Howdy there, you need help?" A man's voice called. Sebastian stood up brushing himself off, coming face to face with the stranger. The man-about his age, had light brown hair, gorgeous light coloured eyes, broad shoulders, was were a dirty pair of jeans and, of course, a cowboy hat. "No, I've got it." Sebastian pulled at the hay, sending it spilling out of the tray and all over the floor, again. "Okay, here's how you do it. Take the top bale and stack it like this." The stranger took the hay with easy, placing it next to the barn. Sebastian copied the movement, still struggling. "I've got it." The stranger took the hay from Sebastian and dropped it next to the first bale. "You're not from around here, are you?" Sebastian shook his head. "Hunter Clarington, nice to meet you." Sebastian took the outreached hand, shaking it. "Sebastian Smythe." Hunter took another bale from the car. "You're Bobby and Maggie Smythe's grandson, I've heard about you. Heard you're a bit of a trouble maker." Hunter chuckled. "I'm not a trouble maker, I just don't want to be here in this stupid place lifting this stupid stuff." Sebastian hissed. "Thanks for the help, I can manage." Hunter took the hint in Sebastian's tone. "Nice meeting you, Sebastian." Hunter chuckled once more before disappearing around the other side of the barn. Stupid place, stupid people, stupid, stupid, stupid. Can't wait to fucking get out of here. Sebastian thought, fumbling with the hay, again. Trouble maker? What an asshole. Just want to get out of here. Hate this fucking place.


So that was chapter one. Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes. Let me know what you think, it would be really helpful. I am still writing Perks of being a Warbler, just couldn't resist myself with this story. Let me know what you think, review etc.
Thank you to everyone who has read!