#stardew welwick

[caelwynn]

All of my readers are such awesome people! When I logged in to post my update this morning, I discovered that not only had Choices: Fall accrued over 1k hits, but Choices as a whole now has over 2.5k hits! 👀 I realize this is partly a product of just how many chapters these fics have, but still! Thank you, all of you, so very much!

In chapter 8 of Choices: Fall, "The Stardew Valley Fair," Callie puts together a 'last-minute' grange display. Afterward, she spends her time not only with her friends, but her sister and niblings as well. Her sister, Bria, takes advantage of the situation to plant seeds of her own in the minds of those closest to Callie. Sterling, meanwhile, finds himself charmed by Callie's niece and nephew; he also tries to make the best impression he can upon Bria. Several other things happen—including a quiet moment with June and a visit with a fortuneteller—so feel free to read and discover the rest!

Sneak Peek:

“Your turn, Sterwing,��� she lisped at him. Fuck, that was too cute. It didn’t help that she looked like a miniature version of Callie. Lillian looked like her mother save for her dark hair and eyes—and Bria looked just like her sister, save for the difference in their coloring. Truly, the only difference between Lee-lee and Lillian was that the little girl had her mother's pale skin. He couldn’t help imagining a little girl with Callie’s curls and his blue eyes. “My turn, eh? Alright then,” he said, handing over his money to play. “After this, I’ll have my turn, and then we should try a different game,” Henry said from where he stood to the side holding onto Brooklyn’s hand. “We need to let other people have a turn.” “Alright, ready to be amazed?” Sterling asked as cockily as he could manage, pretending to spit on his hands before picking up the hammer for the game. “You can do it, Sterwing!” Lillian cheered. He gave an overexaggerated wind-up and then smacked the circle with as little force as he could finesse. “A ‘toothpick!’” Henry laughed while Sterling pretended to pout. “Even I do better than that!” Brooklyn declared. “'Baby duck,” Lillian said smugly. She’d ranked the highest at Mouse.

[silver-shortage-in-markarth]

[thmadethis]

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[phillypumpkin]

I see a glimmer within my scrying orb…A shard of knowledge from the future!

Gave my old Welwick a redraw!

[unhinged-soapbox]

Welwick: When are you gonna stop stringing everyone in this town along and just marry someone already????

My farmer, an oblivious idiot: Huh?

[purpleandgreen13]

High Stardew Valley sillness:

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hi there!

If you still take stardew valley requests please write hurt/comfort with Shane and (gn) reader about Shane getting progressively more worried about the farmer each time they go mining because of all the injuries they get there to the point where one day he snaps and breaks down in front of the farmer. It would be nice if you could show shane slowly loosing his mind each day but that would probably make the fic longer so no pressure. just pls make sure theres comfort after the hurt, bad endings make me sad :(

Thank you in advance, and even if you choose not to write this i hope you still have a lovely day.

I'm always down for Shane angst <3

In my main file I fear he's like this bc I'm constantly coming back from the dangerous mines/skull caverns on like 1 hp at 1:50 am

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(Spring, Year 1)

"Hi, Shane!"

"God, what do you want now?"

"Nothing. I'm off to the mines." You grinned at the rugged man in front of you, holding up your pickaxe. "I'm shooting for level 120 this time, and hopefully I can pick up more gems along the way."

Shane raised a brow. "...and I care because?"

"You don't have to. Just thought I'd let you know."

'What? Like you think I'll go looking for you if you pass out? Forget it. Whatever happens is your own damn fault."

"I know the risks, but thank you." You politely answered, ignoring his blunt rudeness before checking the monster slayer guide. "The Adventurer's Guild wants me to slay a ton of bats...only 200 more to go."

""Adventurer's Guild?" Sounds stupid and childish." He grumbled, taking a swig of joja cola in his grasp. He was already running late to work, and he didn't want to get yelled at by Morris.

And he certainly didn't want you, the new farmer who made it their mission to annoy the shit out of him everyday, being the reason.

"Well it's neither of those things. It's actually thrilling." You chuckled, before digging an emerald out of your pocket. "I meant to sell this yesterday, but you can have it."

"...the hell? What am I supposed to do with this?" His brows furrowed at the green mineral you shoved into his hand.

"Keep it..for good luck, I guess?" You shrugged. "You can put it in your pocket and forget about it if you want. I just wanted to give you something nice. Plus, not to be weird, but...it kinda reminded me of your eye color."

Normally, any other villager would've been thrilled that you wanted to befriend them with gifts that reminded you of them.....

Yet Shane just stared at you as though you've confessed to stalking him.

"If you wanna give me something that's actually "nice", buy me a beer at the saloon next time." He sneered, brushing past you and continuing towards JojaMart, while you headed north of town, already knowing what you're gonna do tonight.

When you looked over your shoulder, you could see him pocket the emerald rather than throw it away despite him passing by several trash cans.

And you smiled.

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(Present Day)

"Awh, you still held onto that emerald even after all this time?"

"Yeah, so what? It was the first gift anyone's really given me.." Shane confessed, heat rising to his cheeks as he held the mineral between his fingers. "I never believed in all that crap about crystals and "energy" that Emily talks about. But..I just like keeping this one around. It's like...erm..."

"A testament to the start of our friendship and eventual marriage?" You cheekily grinned as you polished your weapon, before looking to your husband.

He nodded. "Exactly what I was gonna say."

"I know you so well." Chuckling, you walked over to kiss him on the cheek. "I'm gonna head to the mines, okay? Welwick says the spirits will shower everyone in good luck. I wanna see if the fabled prismatic shards really do exist."

Almost immediately, Shane froze..and he found himself wanting to desperately say "no" and convince you to stay on the farmhouse.

But he didn't know why.

From the moment he met you, he knew you sought adventure and profits in the mines, fighting all sorts of monsters for the Adventurer's Guild. He's seen skeletons, mummies, and golems caged up at Spirits' Eve festivals, but never the wild ones below the surface who attacked you relentlessly.

Yet you never let the constant dangers deter you from exploring.

Mining was exhausting work, yet rewarding every time you cracked a stone open to find a diamond or discovered a treasure chest. With the materials you've gathered, you were able to craft some rings to wear, enchanted with powers to help make your excursions easier and safer.

Despite being well-prepared, though, Shane did have his concerns...especially as once you came home after clashing with skeletons, a scar on your head from a flying femur bone that still hasn't fully healed.

You only went to Harvey to get it checked out after your husband--who was your boyfriend at the time--insisted on it.

Even before that, he'd see you around town, bearing a new bug bite, scratch, burn, bruise, or bandaid on your body.

It never worried him before, but after that skeleton incident, he finally understood that those monsters were real and you were seriously getting yourself hurt.

He'd go to the mines with you if not for his fears that he'll only make things worse. There's a good chance he'll slow you down and find himself getting swarmed by slimes, bats, bugs, and whatever the hell else was there....and he wasn't exactly the most fit to swing a sword or pickaxe.

Simple walks made him tired.

What good would he do?

"Shane? What's wrong?"

Blinking, he snapped out his thoughts and saw your concerned face. "Nothing, sweetheart." He dismissed, giving you a little smile. "Just be careful out there, alright? I'll take care of things here."

"Thank you, baby." Smiling back, you gave him a kiss before heading out the door with your backpack and tools. "Off to the bottom of the mines I go!"

Shane tensed.

"Wait-"

As quickly as the door opened, it slammed shut, and he was left by himself in the cabin.

It was an uncomfortable silence.

'Maybe I should've tagged along.....buh, what am I saying? They'll be fine. They do this all the time. Stop getting so worked up, idiot..' Clearing his mind yet again, he went off to check things around the farm for you, deciding to watch TV later on.

There was gonna be another Tunneler's game tonight, so at least he had that to look forward to.

Nothing like that, some good food in the fridge, and this cozy cabin he got to call home...

And it was all because of you.

If you could build everything here and still having the energy to go mining and fight monsters, why should he worry?

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1:20 AM

After a productive day, Shane managed to fall asleep early for once.

Only be woken up by the creak of the bedroom door.

Light almost immediately flooded his vision, stirring him from his slumber as he grumbled and tried to shield his eyes, wondering what time it was.

"Fuck..morning already-?"

"No, honey..it's...just me. Sorry.."

He blinked, sitting up to see that it was only you coming into the room, removing your rings. One of them served as your light source, yet it didn't hide the numerous scratched and bruises that littered your skin.

And they were all fresh.

"Babe, wha...are you okay?" Shane was now fully awake, watching as you peeled off your jacket and trousers, tossing them into the corner of the room before dragging yourself into bed.

Only then could he see your injuries up close and personal, and his heart began racing. "What happened? You look like hell."

"I'm fine, Shane. I just..need to sleep it off.."

"B-But...there's blood everywhere.." He mumbled, his eyes going to the clothes in the corner. "I can call Harvey-"

"No..don't. I already patched myself up. I'll be fine in the morning..I just wanna be here with you." Smiling weakly, you kissed him, before putting the prismatic shard into his hand. "Look. It exists...haha...it's so pretty, right? It's yours."

He didn't know what to say, staring dumbfounded at the mineral.

What hell did you go through to get this?

And as much as he loved it..why get it for him?

Why risk your life?

But when he looked back to question you further, you were already passed out beside him, looking peaceful despite the wounds on your body.

Eventually, he slid the prismatic shard under his pillow and laid back down, only to hesitate in wrapping his arm around you.

All he could do was gaze at your exhausted face..and the dried blood under your nose.

Least to say, he had trouble falling back to sleep.

..........

Ever since that night, Shane's grown increasingly worried over your safety during your mining trips. And it began to affect his usual routine around the farm.

In fact, calling it "worry" at this point would be a heavy understatement..

It became straight-up paranoia.

Whether you headed off to the mines or Skull Caverns early because of an "extra lucky day" or simply because you needed a specific resource, you'd always come back home the same way:

At later hours, with more injuries and bandages than last time, constantly on the verge of passing out and barely able to hold a conversation with him.

Of course, you'd have breakfast with him, and you'd never leave the farmhouse without giving him a kiss...but it did nothing to ease his mind, as he'd constantly see your wounds and dread whatever horror stories you were about to tell him.

Even though you're perfectly nonchalant as you talk about a serpent who tried wrapping itself around you and squeeze every last breath out of your body, it made Shane feel utterly sick to his stomach.

How could you be so calm after so many brushes with death?

He didn't understand.

On the surface, he seemed fine with you leaving. But when you did, he'd find himself turning to beer to calm his nerves..although most days he was able to resist the urge and occupy himself with farming tasks or video games.

Despite this, he hasn't outright told you anything. He knew mining was your passion and thought you'd chastise him for "worrying over nothing".

So he kept it to himself, thinking his anxiety was being stupid.

Then the final straw came the evening when he got a call from Harvey's clinic around 5PM.

One that he hoped to never hear:

You passed out, and were currently being treated for serious injuries.

He bolted out the cabin, all the way to the town square and damn near broke the door down. There, Harvey, Linus, and Marlon were at your bedside, the latter two having brought you in after seeing you fall unconscious in from of the elevator, covered in blood and shrapnel.

Fortunately, you were expected to make a full recovery with just stitches and some IV fluids to rehydrate your body...but you still owed Shane one hell of an explanation.

This time around, you landed in an "infested" area of the 100s, trying to use a bomb to kill off most of the monsters.

Only to trip over a stupid lava crab and drop the bomb after you just ignited it, damn near losing your leg trying to kick it away from you in time.

And by the grace of Yoba, you were able to limp your way back to the ladder, return to floor zero, where Linus so-happened to be passing by the mine entrance.

You gave the poor old man quite a fright, as he didn't know how much blood on you was from the monsters...or you.

In the end, the bomb left shrapnel in your flesh, searing your clothing and requiring stitches to ensure you didn't bleed out. You appreciated Harvey for his quick work and for Linus and Marlon for taking you to him.

However nobody in that clinic was more terrified over your condition than Shane, who was in disbelief that you were able to stand and walk back home with him after getting discharged.

He wouldn't talk to you, although his hands shook as he helped you into bed, still sleeping beside you like he did every night before this.

But this time...he had the worst nightmare possible.

He was down in the mines with you, except he felt stuck and couldn't do anything to warn you or save you from the impending danger.

It was like he was spectating a game, instead forced to watch as the bats and monsters made of shadows descended upon you with their teeth bared and claws out, tearing into your body. You had yelled for him to save you, to stop being useless, damning him for not stopping you from leaving...yet their horrible noises drowned out any further shouts.

Then you were gone.

You were gone and he failed you.

And it was all his fault.

It made him joltbwide awake at 3 AM, and he felt like his heart was about to burst from his chest. His mind kept going to you, constantly checking to make sure you're still breathing, unable to fall back to sleep for a while.

When he did, he was in tears.

..........

"No."

"Shane, I know last night was bad. But I'm not-"

"You're not going to the mines today. I mean it."

Dumbfounded, you gazed at Shane, who was physically blocking you from leaving the cabin. A scowl was written all over his face.

You sighed and rubbed the side of your head. "It's only the first few levels, honey. Willy needed bug meat for-"

"Right. The "first few" you say, and then I'll get a call from Harvey at 2 AM about you needing emergency surgery again." He gritted his teeth, tears coming to his eyes. "Whatever he or anyone in this damn town needs in those mines can wait. Why can't you just stay?!"

"I don't understand.." Your eyebrows furrowed. "You never cared before if I went there. What changed?"

"What changed....? What changed is that I've been having a lot more of sleepless nights lately! I can barely eat or do anything except worry and worry about you. And it's because...because..." He trailed off.

"Because what?"

"......."

You sighed. "Shane, if you're not gonna tell me what's wrong, then I don't see why-"

"Because you've been scaring me to death okay?!" His hands now gripping your shoulders as he stared at you. "You think you're invincible, but you aren't. What don't you get?! How badly are you gonna let those things hurt you?! Or be the reason YOU DROP DEAD AND DON'T COME HOME?!!" He screamed.

Your own eyes widened, stunned by his words..and eventually you saw the realization flash across his face as he blurted out his true feelings.

The ones he tried to hide from you, yet consumed him for hours upon hours whenever you left for the mines.

It made your heart plummet.

His breath hitched, and you then saw the tears beginning to fall from his greenish eyes.

"Shane..."

"[Y/n], you saved me from throwing my life away. And...i-it's like you're throwing away yours for no reason!" He sobbed. "Night after night, I have nightmares of seeing your limp body..a-and....and I can't save you. I can't do anything except scream and beg them to stop hurting you! But they never listen! A-And...I just...I-I don't wanna lose you. I can't lose you..."

He looked totally shattered, making you finally realize how serious this was.

Your guilt right now was immensurable, watching the man you loved fall apart right in front of you.

And it was your fault.

"Sweetheart, I'm so sorry..." You pulled him into a tight hug, and he completely broke down in your arms. His quiet crying became muffled by your shoulder. "I..I had no idea you were feeling that way. Why didn't you tell me about the nightmares sooner?"

"You would've thought..th-they were stupid. Or that I sound "needy" or controlling.." He sniffled. "I-I know I can't stop you from going, but...I just..a-after what happened to you last night, I...I.."

"Oh, honey..that was my dumb mistake. The monsters had nothing to do with my injuries." Rubbing his back, you gently kissed his head. "I was tired and got clumsy with a stupid bomb..but I promise it won't happen again. You're right. I'm not invincible. I need that reality check sometimes."

He didn't say anything, instead holding onto you tighter.

You never realized how badly your mining trips and injuries were affecting him...affecting this very relationship.

The Shane you met back in Year 1 could care less if you dropped dead. He outright said he'd never go looking for you and that whatever happened was your own fault.

But the Shane you knew now was crying in your arms over the mere thought that one day you'll go into the mines and never come out, holding it all in until he couldn't anymore.

You've really helped him open up to you, but now you were tearing him apart inside and never really knew it until this point.

"W-Will you just..stay here today, please?" He finally spoke, not caring about how needy or pathetic that sounded.

"...I will." You answered. "I'll take a break from mining for a good while."

"....you would do that for me?"

"Of course. I'd do anything for you, Shane. Hell..I'd give that up altogether if you wanted me to."

You felt him shake his head, and you chuckled, squeezing him tightly. "I'm only kidding, but I promise. No more mining this week."

Shane raised his head up, looking to make sure you were serious. And he saw nothing but sincerity in your expression.

You sighed softly and cupped the sides of his wet face, seeing the torrent of anxiety and frustration raging like an ocean current in his eyes. "You must've felt so lonely and terrified, baby..I'm sorry. I won't make you feel that way ever again."

He sniffled again as you brushed away his tears, before taking ahold of your wrist to kiss your palm...where your first scar from a rock crab came from.

How badly did he wanna kiss away every scar those bastards left on you until none remained.

Some faded with time and care, but others were more permanent--testaments to your survival down in the mines..as well as your several brushes with death.

Heat rose to your cheeks, watching him become so affectionate and gentle with you, even though he knows you're not made of glass whatsoever.

Eventually, his tears ceased as you both decided to go lay down on the bed together, with Shane cuddling up to you and resting his head on your chest. All he could hear was your strong heartbeat drowning out the noise in his mind.

It was still kicking, like you.

"Thank you..god, that was exhausting.." He mumbled. "I'm sor-"

"You don't have to be sorry for being honest with me." You reassured, petting his hair. "I just..wish I picked up the signs sooner."

"INah, I should've been clearer...and maybe that would spare myself this headache I got now.."

"Hmm..how about we sleep in until you feel better? Then we can check on the chickens."

Feeling him nod and wrap his arms around you, you took that as a "yes" and chuckled softly, knowing you weren't gonna leave this spot anytime soon.

But that's okay.

There's no other place you'd rather be. Not even the mines.

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

I'd like to speculate a few theories on this.... But I think Welwik is just a very talented magician with the gift of clairvoyance who is looking to make money for herself and her needs.

I always thought she was just like a business woman looking to make money for a life of luxury (rich tower, expensive artifacts, best alcohol and delicacy, golden statues - you get the point). She also comments in the movie theater that she is the creator of the movie Mysterium, and that she will "give the Farmer's good luck... if they buy a ticket to her movie!". She also complains that she "put so much money into this movie, but not enough people came there."

She goes to Casino because as an extraordinary person, she has access, and she also hopes that she can multiply her money. But in the end she loses it all, because Qi must have a protection against magical hacking on his slot machines.

I always pictured her as a talented fortune teller with a drinking and gambling problem. But the theory that she could be providing services to Qi (for a fee/for renting space here) has a valid point.

Welwick is really suspicious...

Especially in SVE. Magnus calls her a good friend and visits her tent during the fair but she never visits him or talks about him. On the other hand she's constantly in Qi's casino, she basically lives there. (In fact she could broadcast her tv show from there, since both places have that space/starry sky theme. Who knows, maybe Qi gifted her a room.)

So what's going on with her? Is she helping Qi in whatever he's doing? Qi mentions that the casino is a place where he gathers people with unusual abilities and having a gifted diviner on his team would be really useful. He even lets her vomit in his vases!

I wonder if FlashShifter will develop her character more in some future update...

[amberskywrites]

Little Problem

Fic Masterpost | Ao3 Link

Fandom / Genre: Stardew Valley / Fluff

Pairing: Sebastian/Elliott, Elliott & Robin

Prompt: Requested by @cooltuna69 :

Elliott is thinking of proposing to Sebastian, but his cabin is too small and needs an upgrade to fit in another person. So one day when he thinks Sebastian isn't home he goes up to the mountain to secretly ask for an upgrade from Robin, but Sebastian walks in on them. I was also thinking of the timeline being after Elliott's 10 heart event but before Sebastian's to fit your other fic, "Together".

Warnings: None! Lmk if there's any I need to add ^^

Summary:

Elliott considers what he could get Sebastian for their two-year anniversary. There's just one little problem… Luckily, he knows exactly who to ask for help.

Elliott leaned back in his chair, rocking it back slightly onto just two legs. He stared at his calendar, pinned above his writing desk and scribbled over with a myriad of notes and dates. At the end of the month, circled just about a dozen times and with little hearts doodled around it, was his and Sebastian’s two-year anniversary.

He still hadn’t decided on a gift.

What do you give someone, who has brought you absolute joy for 224 days? Who has been a light in a storm you didn’t even realize you were in? Who was willing to change to make things work and who helped change you? Who has become one of your most cherished treasures in the world?

What do you give someone?

The sappy, romance-adoring part of himself had an idea.

He’d been thinking about it for a while.

The letter from Lewis, Welwick’s vision at the fair, and Gunther’s recent book recommendations certainly did not help… but they just made him consider the idea more seriously, rather than passerby daydreams.

A mermaid’s pendant.

He may not have grown up in the valley, but the stories were not kept secret from him. And when he and Sebastian had been more open with their relationship, when others discovered how long they had been together already, it was soon that people began asking not a matter of if but when. Robin’s teasing questions, Evelyn reminiscing with Elliott on the mornings he visited her garden for inspiration about her and George’s proposal, Sam and Abigail poking fun at Sebastian good-naturedly.

Elliott would watch Sebastian, anytime someone brought it up.

In the beginning, he would bluster and his face would tinge pink but he’d roll his eyes, would say “yeah, right” or “we haven’t been serious for that long” and Elliott was never hurt, really, by these statements, because he understood and Sebastian was right, and while of course he had hoped everything would work out and they’d live happily ever after… even he knew one could not predict the future.

But as of late, Sebastian’s face would not tinge pink and he would not roll his eyes and he would not bluster. Lately, Sebastian would grow quiet, and not his usual quiet, but more contemplative, like when he visits the docks on a rainy day and looks out into the distance and just thinks. Lately, his face would bloom a deeper red and he’d look away.

Sometimes, he’d shrug and say “maybe” or “we’ll see where things go”.

Elliott hadn’t figured out a good way to broach the subject, just yet. He was terrible with this, talking about his feelings and discussing big changes. He remembered confessing to Sebastian and how he had nearly screwed that up, tripping over his words and almost making Sebastian think that Elliott didn’t even want to be friends anymore. But, well… he did hope that maybe, possibly, Sebastian would want to get married.

There was one little problem, however.

Literally.

Elliott glanced around his cabin. His bed tucked against the wall opposite his desk, his piano swamping about a fourth of the room. His bookcase takes up even more of the floor.

He didn’t have much, and for one person it worked out perfectly fine.

But if there were two people…

He sighed, leaning forward again, his chair hitting the wooden floor with a loud thump that reverberated through the cabin. He didn’t even have a kitchen, or any sort of appliances to actually cook. He usually swung by the saloon for dinner, or shared dinner with Willy or Leah. It wouldn’t be practical to have another person move in when, really, his cabin was barely big enough for one person.

He wouldn’t be able to move in with Sebastian’s family, either. He had no doubt that he’d be welcomed - Robin already did her best to make him feel at home when he visited, or was invited to dinner. Maru was easy to talk with, when it came to topics of sci-fi or medicine. And Demetrius was Demetrius - a little standoffish, he didn’t quite seem to get Elliott, but he was polite and still welcomed him for dinners or when he visited Sebastian. But their home was already constantly bustling, and there wasn’t much space for another person there.

And, most important of all, Elliott knew Sebastian already didn’t wish to remain there.

Elliott would never ask him to stay somewhere he didn’t want, and it would be cruel, he thinks, to ask Sebastian to somehow fit Elliott into the home he already wanted to leave just so they could be married.

He sighed heavily and slumped onto his desk, resting his cheek on his arm. What to do…

-

It was by chance, the next day that he found himself walking up to Sebastian’s, the memory of Robin offering to renovate his cabin anytime hitting him earlier in the morning and with a text from Sebastian that he would be at band practice all afternoon, but would stop by Elliott’s this evening. Much as he loved Leah, and she too had offered multiple times to help expand or decorate his cabin, even she conceded that Robin was more skilled when it came to architecture.

And besides, there was more than one thing he needed to ask Robin.

One thing at a time, Elliott reminded himself, knocking on the door before opening it - because no matter what Robin said about always being welcome, he still had manners - and returned Robin’s smile when she caught sight of him.

“Elliott! It’s so good to see you,” she rounded her desk as she spoke, enveloping Elliott into a tight hug. “I’m sorry, but Sebby’s not here. He’s with Sam and Abby right now in town.”

“I know,” Elliott reassures, extracting himself from her hug.  “I actually came here because I needed to speak with you. I was hoping to ask you about home upgrades?”

“Oh? Well, by all means, take a seat!” She pulled one of the chairs from the wall and moved it to her desk, gesturing for Elliott to take a seat. “Yoba, I remember building that cabin of yours, let me pull up the layout. You haven’t changed it since then, have you?”

“Not really, no. Nothing besides furniture of course.”

Robin nods as she opens a large book, flipping through the first couple dozen pages before stopping. She pushes it so the book is between them, and Elliott sees the blueprint of his cabin, exactly as she had shown him when he had first come to town and needed a place to stay.

“Alright, you said you were interested in home upgrades? What did you have in mind?”

-

Back and forth it went, Robin pulling out another book to sketch their ideas into as they spoke. She would ask questions upon questions, from how large he wanted a room to be, to the color or style of the walls, if he wanted to change anything about the existing room. She took meticulous notes, and Elliott truly lost track of time as Robin engrossed him further into the process of working out the details.

Eventually, the questions about the house renovations tapered off, and Robin began to create a new blueprint for his cabin that she said she would place into her book, once the renovations were complete. The questions grew more casual as he watched her map out the new blueprint.

“So, what sparked you to upgrade now?” she eventually asked. “You’ve lived in Pelican Town for a few years, but are only now expanding.”

“Well,” Elliott started, and he could feel his face warm just slightly from nerves, “that’s actually something else I wanted to talk to you about.”

Robin paused in her drawing to look up at Elliott, tilting her head, and Elliott couldn’t help but notice that this, this is where Sebastian gets his curious look that he tries so hard to stifle around others to feign disinterest, but has been so open with Elliott for so long now. “Oh?”

“Yes.” Elliott took a deep breath. He prayed to Yoba his words would come out clear, that he wouldn’t push the wrong idea across. “You see, I’ve been thinking about Sebastian and I, and where we are in our relationship. I’ve heard about a certain tradition in the valley, and, well… my cabin is too small as it is, if it were to ever fit two people…” he trailed off, realizing suddenly that he had looked away from Robin with a steadily warming face, and he snapped his eyes up.

He was greeted with her hands covering her mouth, but behind them he could see what he could only describe as a beaming smile.

She cleared her throat and dropped her hands, but didn’t manage to stifle her grin. “So, you want to marry-”

Robin was cut off by the door swinging open, and Elliott jumped as it hit the wall, not terribly hard but loudly. Robin’s mouth shut so fast and eyes grew so wide, that Elliott spun around to see who had entered only to find-

Sebastian, standing in the doorway of his own home, keyboard slung over his back and blinking in confusion at Elliott sitting in front of his mother’s desk.

Silence, for about thirty seconds, and Elliott could see Sebastian trying to work out what was going on before he had a chance to ask anything else. When he finally did speak, it was slow, the gears still turning in his brilliant head.

“El, what… are you doing here? I thought you were gonna be home?”

The warmth which had been on his cheeks since he started speaking with Robin only grew deeper as he stood, unsure really on what to say, because he hadn’t been planning on telling Sebastian just yet that he was hoping to upgrade his home. And, he usually did tell Sebastian when he would be stopping by, and rarely did he ever come up to the mountains on his own terms unless it was to the spa.

Before Elliott could think of anything to say, Sebastian’s eyes caught sight of the desk and his eyebrows rose. He stepped closer to get a better look, and a minute amount of tension bled out of Sebastian but upon seeing the blueprint of a different layout of the cabin he was growing so used to, confusion plagued his face once more.

“You’re renovating your cabin?” He looked up to Elliott, head tilting the way Robin’s did just a few minutes ago, puzzled but determined to understand the situation presented to him.

“Um, yes! I ah, it was a bit of a spur of the moment thought, really.”

“You never mentioned wanting to upgrade it,” Sebastian said, not accusatory but still something in his voice was off - a little hurt, if Elliott had to guess, and his heart clenched. “You’ve said before you liked how cozy it is.”

“Well, yes, of course-” Elliott stammered. “And I do love it the way it is now, but-”

“But Elliott stumbled across some cookbooks this morning at the library, and came up here wanting to discuss getting a kitchen,” Robin chimed in. “I convinced him to upgrade a liiitle more,” she said with a small laugh. “It was all very ‘spur of the moment’, as Elliott has put it.”

“I was going to mention it later when you came over,” Elliott added sheepishly, thankful also that Robin did not mention the true reason he was seeking to renovate his cabin.

The hurt that had creeped into Sebastian’s eyes dissipated at this, and Elliott could see even his hold on his keyboard strap relaxing. He even chuckled slightly after a moment, shaking his head and looking again between the blueprint laid out on the desk and Elliott. “Of course you’d randomly decide to renovate your place because of some cookbooks.”

Elliott laughed even knowing his cheeks were flushing a deeper red, and he nodded to the blueprint. “Would you like to see what I have in mind? Your input as well would be very valuable, if you wouldn’t mind sharing.”

And - there it was, a spark in Sebastian’s eyes that Elliott loved to see, a glittering of happiness at being asked to join a discussion, to share his thoughts. Elliott vowed the first time he saw it to at any chance return it to Sebastian’s expression, and he was filled with pure joy each time he managed it. The spark was only emphasized by the soft smile Sebastian gave in return to the invitation.

Robin was already pulling up a chair as Sebastian nodded. “I’d love to.”

Sitting back down, side-by-side with Sebastian and across from Robin, Elliott figured he would broach the subject once more with Robin another time.

He wasn’t aware that she already had her answer for him.

[stardewfanficwriters]

THE RULES:

1) What qualifies as a rarepair? This will vary from fandom to fandom, but for the purpose of this event, we are saying that a rarepair is one which has 100 or less fics in the relationship tag on AO3. Please check the ship tag on AO3 or ask if you aren't sure.

2) What characters are eligible? All of the following: All original base game characters. All original characters from modded content within the Stardew Valley universe, eg SVE, Ridgeside Village, East Scarp etc.

3) Are there any characters that are not included? These would be the following: - All OCs. You cannot include OCs as a third in a rarepair poly, either. X Reader fics count as OCs for the purpose of this challenge. All crossover characters from other fandoms, even if a crossover mod was made for it, such as BG3 characters.

As OCs are original in nature, the use of an OC instantly makes anything a rarepair. When tagging on AO3, we would normally use Character/Farmer anyway, which would immediately take the character out of the rarepair category.

If you really need to put your OC in the story somewhere, say for continuity of worldbuilding in a series or whatever, you can, but they cannot be part of the main pairing. So, they can play matchmaker, they can provide a friendly ear, or they can just be hovering in the background etc.

4) Are polys welcome? Yes, of all sizes. All members of the poly must have equal weight and importance to the story. For example, if you write the ASS trio, it can't be Sambastian with Abigail hovering in the back handing out mints.

5) Will there be a collection? Yes, this will be announced nearer the time.

6) What if there's no relationship tag on AO3? Then congratulations, you are first in the tag, and this would count as a rarepair, as long as it fits the character criteria mentioned above.

6) What about established canon couples? Even if they have less than 100 fics in the tag, they wouldn't count for the purpose of this challenge as they are already an established pair. You can, however, add characters to an established relationship and make it a throuple/poly; for example, Caroline/Pierre/Morris.

7) My ship would be a rarepair because every story I find with them, they're just in the background. What do I do in this instance? First off, this sucks, and I'm sorry. The only way that I could know whether or not they have their own storyline or are just mentioned in passing in one chapter is by going through and reading each fic in the tag, and I am not doing that. Until AO3 make a way to differentiate between the main ship and the background ship, they all go in the same stat, and would not count as a rarepair.

8) Do I have to have something for every day? No, you can pick and chose what prompts you do.

9) Is there a word count limit? Nope, your entries can be as long or as short as you wish!

10) Is art welcome? Hell yes!

11) Can I use background characters? Yes, definitely. Travelling Cart Lady, Mona, Clara, Welwick… all welcome.

12) Platonic pairings? Platonic love is love, and is valid and welcome.

13) Can I write the same pairing all week? Yup, go for it.

14) Should I post one-shots or chapters? whichever you prefer. All stories will go in the collection nearer the time.

15) What do I use when checking to see if my pairing is a rarepair? Just the ship tag, eg Alex/Elliott or Elliott/Alex, whichever way AO3 has it. No other filters, just the ship.

16) Do I have to participate? No, this is supposed to be fun and and not mandatory. Opt in and out as you please.

[thmadethis]

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[erikacousland]

Fall 16, Year 1. Stardew Valley Fair

Welwick the Fortune Teller "Hmm… I see you laying on a cot… It looks like a hospital. Pam is there to keep you company while you recover. What a nice friend." "Now I see you and Penny in a field of grass. You seem happy."

Somehow Pam was always my first and best friend in Pelican Town. (Loved birthday gift + a lots quests.)

[valkyrie-sdv]

stardew valley fair time.

god i went to welwick and i know it's just telling me that jodi is the non-romanceable NPC i'm closest with but it does also feel like welwick is saying sunday will be in the hospital in the future. not unlikely, honestly.

also this!!! gnashes my teeth. i'm supposed to be romancing emily in this file (at least initially) for the tailor challenge, since there's some clothing which is unfortunately locked behind her 14-heart event. in my head it's like... sunday's emotional intelligence is awful. sunday can barely tell what her own emotions are. sunday gravitates toward people often seeking out financial security bc of her history bc she needs stability that desperately in her life and that's how she's historically managed to get any stability. so i keep imagining that for awhile, she's only just friends with sam? never considers him as anything else, doesn't have feelings for him for a long time. (even if she could identify them.) so it's not until she gets more stable on her own that she even has the capacity to consider how she actually feels? about her relationship with emily? and realizes she's not actually in love with her.

i keep picturing that she probably starts to feel something for sam after his 8-heart event, assuming she's more financially stable by then so she has more security (even without emily helping her out). and so she will ultimately end up with him after divorcing emily. (there will be some messiness in between bc again, emotional intelligence bad.) but man. it's gonna take awhile, first.

i have this so clearly in my mind that i really gotta just sit down and write it one day.

[luckytimetravelpenguin]

Someone asks me what I'm thinking

I say nothing really

What I'm thinking: Is it commitment issues if I make stardew valley files and know who I want my farmer to marry but before even giving them a bouquet I start a new file, with a new farmer and repeat the whole cycle? Is that what Welwick means when saying I'm going to leave hearts broken every time I get my fortune told?

[ryllen]

FJADJSDSDHSDH NOW THAT Ooo..... MAKES SO MUCH SENSE