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He bought and embroidered a handkerchief especially for this occasion and he’s not going to waste it

Leaving for the book tour…

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"Finding us again" - Stardew Valley Elliott x Farmer fan fiction part 6 - the finale

Not again. Not again. Not again.

Eliott, accused of almost murdering his love, after two months of being almost unheard of now runs through the city carrying them wrapped in his own coat, covered in blood. He was aware of what this had to look like - or rather, he would be aware of it if all of his consciousness wasn’t consumed by the race against the blood flow.

“Out of the way, out of the FUCKING WAY!”

Leah stormed into the clinic, pushing away her neighbours from Pelican Town and some elderly couple from neighbouring village.

“HARVEY!!!” She shouted, surely being heard withing the radius of at least ten meters from the building.

Harvey came quickly from one of the examining rooms, with angry and confused expression on his face.

“Leah, what is the reason for that… oh dear God.”

Because at this moment Elliott ran into the building, shoving the door open with his shoulder. A few loud gasps were heard in the waiting room.

“Follow me, quick.” Harvey commanded. “Maru, finish examining Mrs Mullner.”

Maru quickly snapped out of the shock and took over the non-urgent duties in the clinic, while Harvey lead Elliott to the operating room.

“Leave them here and wait outside.” Harvey commanded as he sanitized his hands and changed into a lab coat.

“Mmm, nooo” Murmured Ash, as they waved their hand trying to reach Elliott. “Let him stay…”

“I have to perform a surgery, there is no place for anybody else in this room. Now breathe.”

Harvey placed a mask with a sleeping gas on Ash’s mouth and nose.

“I’ll be waiting just outside the door, my love.”

Elliott squized their hand one last time and left, with his head more often turning in the direction of Ash than the direction he was going, fighting a pinching pain in his heart and stomach.

Leah sat nervously, and Elliott was pacing back and forth the corridor, looking at the door of the operating room every five seconds or so. Finally, after what seemed like days of waiting, Harvey emerged from it, his lab coat stained with blood. Elliott froze and both friends looked at the doctor in anticipation.

“Ash is going to be okay.”

The writer almost collapsed to the floor and had to hold onto a wall in order to not fall on his hands and knees. He breathed like a heavy weight was lifted out of his lungs.

“The sedative should work for a few more hours. Do you want to be there when Ash wakes up?”

What kind of question was that?

***

“Hello?”

Maru came in after knocking the door three times. She was holding a tray with two tall glasses of water and two vanilla youghurts.

“I brought something to eat for when Ash will wake up. And another one for you as well.”

Elliott barely acknowledged her presence, aside from a week smile and a nod. His eyes were fully focused on still sleeping Ash. Maru sighed.

“Elliott… I’m sorry for not believing you earlier. It just looked so convincing, with Ash being bruised right after you had argument with them, and I’ve known Shane almost my whole life, and…”

“It should have been me.”

“Excuse me?”

“It should have on that operating table, wounded by a knife. Ash jumped in front of me and then-” His words were interrupted by a dulled sob, his eyes started tearing. “Every time I promise myself to protect them they end up hurt even more.”

“Don’t say that.” Maru put her hand on Elliott’s shoulder. “Ash’s wound was actually very light, no internal organs were harmed. If they didn’t took the push for you… who knows if you’d have survive it.”

Elliott nodded, unconvinced.

“And you brought them here quickly, tightened the wound very well.” Maru continued her attempts. “If something like that happened without you near them…”

“I don’t even want to thing about it.” Elliott responded, with somewhat more reassurance in his voice. “So, you believe me? Did Shane confess?”

“He ran into the town square shortly after you two went in the clinic. What he said didn’t make a lot of sense, but Gus was able to reach him pretty quickly, and the truth transpired. Some of the towns people will behave with a lot more courtesy towards you from now on.”

“I just want this pig to go to jail.”

“I think Marnie will be sending him to her cousin in the Zuzu City. They’ll wait for a place in the abuse perpetrators recovery program to open up.”

“As long as he’s away from this village, it is all that matters to me.” Elliott looked at Sleeping Ash with worry. “Are you sure they will be okay?”

“I saw the results, wound is really not as serious as it looked in the beginning. The biggest issue was the loss of blood, but even it won’t have too big consequences thanks to your quick reaction. Ash will just be needing a few weeks of recovery when they wake up. Oh, and it will leave a scar.”

A permanent scar… A scar commemorating the moment that Ash jumped between the writer and the blade, possibly saving his life. Elliott knew he will be kissing it as often as the love of his life will let him.

“I have to go now, take care of the patients.” Maru walked towards the door. “Eat the yoghurt, okay? You need to stay healthy too.”

Too much time didn’t pass after Maru’s departure, when door opened another time and the person who went through them was Alex. He had an embarrassed expression on his face and didn’t look at Elliott when he placed a beautifully wrapped bag of homemade cookies on the table next to Ash’s bed. Young man turned away, but didn’t make step in the direction of the door, like he couldn’t decide if he is more pulled to stay or to leave.

“Hey, man… I just wanted to say I’m sorry for everything. I didn’t know.”

Alex was one of the villagers who were most hostile towards Elliott after his supposed exposure as an attempted murderer. He saw Ash in a state they came in to the hospital and was the one to go bring Shane, convinced that his shocked reaction is consistent with reality. And while Alex wasn’t the one to punch Elliott that memorable day, he didn’t stop Shane from doing that either.

“I do understand your hostility.” Answered Elliott with emotionless voice. “You are friends with Ash. You thought I hurt them. Your reaction was very natural.”

“It was more than that, you know. Ash was… *is* the only person I told about… shit, I’m not good at talking.”

“I’ve been told I am not good at listening.” Elliott turned his head up and looked at Alex for the first time. “So you don’t need to feel any pressure.”

“Haha.. yeah. I guess what I am trying to admit is, my father was… not a good person to my mum. What am I saying, he was a piece of trash.” Alex laughed nervously. “And Ash was the first person in the village to know about it, aside from Grandma and Grandpa of course. They really helped me get this off my chest. So when I saw them in that state, looking like my mum all those years ago… it’s just… it was something I knew I didn’t want to let happen ever again. And I knew that my father could seem like a really nice guy from the outside, even to my mum he was often helpful, charming… like you. So I thought you were manipulating Ash. And now that I know it was another way around…. I feel like a monster.”

“You weren’t telling the truth.” Said Elliott in a very calm voice.

“What?!”

“You said you were not good at talking.” He smiled a little, answered with the same expression. “Thank you, Alex. For confiding in me. I want you to know that I really understand where your heart was coming from and I do not hold the grudge.”

“Thanks, man.” Alex looked a little bit more relaxed after Elliott’s words.

“And as for feeling like a monster… Try not to dwell on it. Looking back I see so many opportunities I could have taken to stop Ash’s suffering before it achieved the breaking point. All we can do now is use that experience to be better in the future.”

“Yeah, I think your right.” Alex smiled at Elliott and stood up, turning towards the door. “I’ll better get going, tell the Grandma and Grandpa that with Ash everything is okay. Thanks again, Elliott. You’re a good dude.”

Elliott smiled, watching the door close behind Alex. At least one of the tensions was resolved.

“That was beautifully said.”

Elliott heard a creamy voice from the bed.

“Ash!” He exhaled with relief and happiness, taking the face of his love delicately between his hands. “You’re awake! My love, how do you feel?”

“I’ve been better.” Their smile brighted the room. “Although I don’t think doctor Harvey will let me out of here as easily as the last time.”

“We can tell him I will take care of you!” Proposed Elliott enthusiastically. “I’ll look after you and do everything in the farm, on that prerequisite Harvey won’t have a reason to keep you in hospital… that is… only if you’d like that.”

“Oh, Elliott… Of course I’d like that. I love you.”

“I love you too, my dear.”

He tilted down, and their lips united in a sweet, delicate kiss. And Elliott knew that from now on, everything will be okay.

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Concept: soulmates, but forged

So basically soulmate concept upgraded with free will. You’re not soulmates with someone because the big brother of Fate said so. You’re soulmates, because in countless lives you met, you helped each other and you’ve been together through the hardest times, causing your invisible threads to bind so tight they’re indistinguishable now.

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I life for Stardew angst

lucky is she who lives unaware and doesn't get bothered by all that's unfair

(song is Blow My Brains Out by Tikkle Me)

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People who marry Elliott honestly probably save his life, poor dude would deteriorate his health to level of a victiorian child had he stayed there permanently

Elliott never goes out when it's raining, but farmers are built different and can soak as long as they please. For Deva, rainy days mean some rest from her 24/7 farming job!

Until she goes to the mines that is.

🌟Bonus!🌟

Rainy days at the farm mean a well-deserved rest from watering! (Also a first appearance for her cat!)

Read the comic here!

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It's been a while since we've done minis! you can read the rest of the comic here. :>

That's a bit of an unorthodox way for him to keep you in his thoughts, but go off, Dev.

She ate the backpack potage when she returned home. Unrepentantly.

Bonus!! Have some cage-free skeletons:

Bonus 2~~ Have some backgrounds since they make me happy.

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"Finding us again" - Stardew Valley Elliott x Farmer fan fiction part 5

Content warning: bedtime activities, I guess. It felt like the characters were going there so I had no decision power in that matter, but I’m ace so don’t expect anything graphic.

Chapter 5 - "Calm and once again

Next week was one of the most peaceful that both of them have ever experienced. Elliott was taking care of Ash and the farm, and they day by day were getting stronger and able to do more things. Of course, they tried to catch up on undone chores in a pace much quicker than that in which their body was regenerating. For that, Ash received unnumbered scoldings from Elliott, to which they responded with laughter and promises to get more rest, which they were able to keep for about ten minutes. Life was good.

More than ever before Ash appreciated the fact that their farm lied a good distance away from the rest of the town. From what Leah, who was good friend of both Ash and Elliott and the most frequent visitor, told them, it seemed that Pelican Town was living it’s drama of the century. For some citizens Ash’s word was enough - they quickly agreed to stop blaming Elliott and wanted to question Shane again. Others weren’t so quick to let go of the grudge they cultivated for the past two months.

“I don’t understand” Said Ash when all three of them were sitting in front of the fireplace holding big cups of hot cocoa. “As soon as Maru told me you all think it was Elliott who attacked me I literally screamed at her. I explained what happened to Harvey like five times. What else do these morons need to hear?”

“It’s not so simple.” Said Leah, spread over the armchair, reaching for yet another cookie. “Since Harvey said it would be technically possible for you to have gaps in memory people like Lewis or Marnie latched onto it. And it’s hard to believe Shane of all people would get aggressive just like that. He always was soft like a lamb, even if he tried to cover it with being grumpy. Evan drunk, he either went totally silent or started crying. So when he got better…”

“Leah.” Elliott gave his friend an evocative look, pointing with his eyes at Ash, who seemed to be getting smaller with her every word.

“Oh, right… sorry.”

“No, I get it.” Ash sighed. “After Shane stopped drinking he became very charismatic and open to people. It was hard to notice how bad he was in his worst moments, even for me.”

“None of what happened is to blame on you, my dear.” Elliott hugged Ash reassuringly and they shifted on the sofa to be closer to him. Leah gave her friends a look, but didn’t comment.

“And now they have another thing to talk about, because you two sit here cut off from the rest of the world. Yes, I know” She said seeing that Elliott is about to interrupt her. “that it’s because Ash is still weaker than a newborn calf, and you’d think that everybody else would understand it too. But ugh, let me tell you. Every time I go buy eggs from Marnie she babbles something about you being manipulated and how badly it impacts her dear nephew.”

“And you… saw Shane?” Ash asked hesitantly. There was a moment of strained silence when Ash and Elliott were awaiting for the answer, not quite sure of what they actually want to hear.

“Not really.” Leah squinted her eyes, trying to remember the details. “He manely circles between Marnie’s house and the chicken coop, looks like he’s either ashamed or depressed, or both. Visited you often in the hospital.”

Ash shivered.

“I’m sorry.” Leah lowered her eyes. “To you too, Elliott. For believing this bullshit.”

“It was rather disappointing to see that my only not hospitalized friend in this town had so little trust in me.”

“I know, and I’m really sorry, but it was hard to believe *Shane* would do something like that. I’ve been neighbours with him way before you showed up to town and since Ash moved in with him he seemed happier than a chicken in a seedbag. It’s just, when it was your word against his…”

“I understand.” Said Elliott calmly. “It’s a bitter experience, but I am able to imagine it from your perspective.”

“Thank you.” Leah smiled with relief. “It means a lot to… oh shit, it’s late!” She nearly jumped looking at the clock. “I better get going, I have to be up at dawn to catch the best light for a painting.”

The group was chatting for about ten minutes after that, saying their prolonged goodbyes and gossiping a little about other villagers. Ash offered Leah a can of cookies to take home, which she gladly accepted. After walking her to the door, Elliott came back to the couch, checking if Ash doesn’t need anything.”

“No, thank you.” They laughed. “You’ve been checking on me every five minutes, I’m good, I promise.”

“I just want to take the best care of you!” He answered. “After… after you almost being gone… I fear you take it too lightly.”

“Oh, well” Ash’s smile was melancholic. “I guess that’s how I cope. But I want you to know that I do apprecite everything you do for me.”

“Of course dear, I would do anything for you!”

Elliott sat very close to Ash on the couch and took their hands in his in a fit of passion. He stared in Ash’s eyes for a moment, before glancing down at their hands and suddenly getting red in the face.

“Oh sorry, I- I forgot myself.” He attempted to draw back his hands.

“No.” Ash didn’t let go of them and looked intensely at Elliott. Their eyes met. “That is… if you want to?”

“If I want to…” He smiled in disbelief.

Breathing heavily, the writer moved his lips closer and closer to the farmer’s, all the time looking at their face to make sure they didn’t change their mind. Finally, he left on their mouth a delicate kiss.

After a long, delightful moment Elliott wanted to withdraw, to look at Ash and asses if they are still comfortable with kissing. But when he attempted that, he felt a hand tightening on the back of his head, pulling him closer. Elliott gladly obliged.

Calm caressing became passionate, as they lied down on a narrow couch and reveled in each orher’s presence, longing for sincere, loving contact that they were deprived of for so long. Elliott made a purring sound as Ash’s hands slided under his shirt.

“I love you.” They whispered, which made his body shiver with ecstasy. “I should have never left you.”

“Oh, my love.” He said between kisses placed on their face, neck and clavicle. “My darling. My muse.” He stopped for a moment, to look up into Ash’s eyes. “It’s not leaving me that brought me the greatest misery, but your pain. Because I love you, more than the earth could ever love the life-sustaining rain that falls on her.”

Ash pulled him back close to them, and it wasn’t long before they moved from the couch to much more comfortable bed, their path marked by clothes lost on the way there. All the sheets smelled like Ash, just like Elliott imagined, and in this moment he couldn’t think of a more pleasant smell.

Elliott woke up to the sound of clattering dishes and the smell of something baking in the oven. Smiling to the memory of previous night, he put on a long shirt and came out of the room, to see Ash turning around, holding some dish in their hands. Their dark brown hair was shining shades of gold in the autumn sun coming through the kitchen windows.

“You woke up?” They said with a smile on their face. “Come on, I made breakfast!”

“My darling, what in Yoba’s name are you doing, you should be resting… is that a pomegranate salad?”

“Yes, and the bread just finished baking.” Ash beamed as they put a fresh batch on the table.

“Still,” Elliotts voice and face expression kept shifting between irritation and delight. “you shouldn’t tire yourself after just coming out of hospital.”

“Elliott, it’s been almost two weeks!”

“Thirteen days, my love, to be exact. Thirteen is, as you surely must know, an unlucky number, which only reaffirms my argument that you should *stay in bed*.”

“I know you’d like to have me in the bed.” Said Ash in a cocky voice. “But will these superstitions stop you from enjoying a goat cheese and pomegranate salad and fresh baked bread with me? I was also just about to make coffee.”

“No, *I’ll* make coffee!” Elliott‘s voice was committed as he stood up in a conquering pose. “And on this condition, I will forgive your parole from recovery. You know I am easily swayed by pomegranate.”

Ash laughed and they ate the breakfast together, and Elliott felt as good as when they first started to get romantic with each other. No, on the second thought - now he felt better, because during their first fling the word “love” was never said by any of them, although he wrote it an uncountable number of times in many never sent letters.

Ash felt very blessed on that morning too, but when the pair finished eating and Elliott washed the dishes (he insisted to be the only one to do so) their face took on a more serious expression.

“Elliott… I’ve been meaning to ask you something.”

“Of course my dear, ask whatever you’d like.”

“It’s… I would like you to help me with something, but… I don’t know, I feel like I should do it alone.”

“Ash.” Elliott looked deep in their eyes. “You have endured by yourself many hardships that were not made for one pair of shoulders to bare. From that moment on, if you ever feel that you need to be supported in anything, it is my sacred duty to assist you.”

“Mhm.” Ash smiled and blushed, charmed by the flowery words of their partner. “I’ve been thinking about it for some time, it’s about…” They sighed. “It’s about Shane. I need to go there and break up with him, and I would like you to go with me as a moral support.”

There was a moment of silence in which Elliott reflected on the proper words to express his sensation.

“My love, first of all I want you to know that whatever you decide will be my obligement. But if you want to hear a contrasting opinion - I would assume that him attacking you badly enough that you *ended* *up* *in hospital* is more than enough of a signal that your relationship is over.”

“I know, but…” Ash looked down and started picking at their cuticles. “I don’t want to leave it elided. When we were together I forgave him a lot and for him it was very healing, sort of a prove that he isn’t a completely broken person. I still do not think he is, but this is a thing that I can’t forgive him anymore. But I know that he would wait for that forgiveness, do you understand? I don’t want to… leave him in uncertainty, expecting pardon at any moment, just for him to discover that I moved on and am back with you now. It would be, *technically*, me cheating on him with you, his greatest fear coming true.”

“In my not so humble opinion his greatest fear should have come true the moment he hurt you. And I won’t share my evaluation on him being or not being an absolutely broken person, because I can forsee it would be far from objective.” Elliott shifted on the chair. “But, as I said - whatever you need my assist in with will be done, including conversation with that insect. Even though in my opinion sending him a rude letter would be showing him more grace than he deserves.”

They decided to go next day first thing in the morning, and so right after drinking their coffee - none of them felt like their stomachs could fit much of a breakfast - they went south, towards the Marnie’s ranch. Ash stopped in the bushes that grew between the road and the backyard.

“Maybe you should wait here.” They decided. “I don’t know how seein us together will impact him.”

Elliott wasn’t too happy with doing anything that had a purpouse of providing Shane’s comfort, but he obliged. He standed in the bushes under a tree’s shadow, a place from which he could see everything very clearly, but for a person standing in a sun to spot him the would have to know exactly where to look at. Ash glanced back at him a couple of times for reassurance, as they made their way towards Marnie’s house.

Shane was just coming out of the chicken coop when he spotted them. His face beamed, his posture suddenly shifted as if somebody took a massive burden out of it, and he dropped everything he was carrying to run towards his returning fiancee.

“Babe!” He exclaimed, opening arms in expectation for an embrace. “Babe, you are back!”

“Yes, I am back, Shane.” Ash stopped him by holding their arm out at all it’s length and making a few steps back. “I have to talk to you about something.”

“Oh, yes, sure!” Shane’s smile faded, but didn’t disappear completely. “Is that about my tantrum, back from earlier? I am so sorry, babe, I promise I will make it up to you.”

“Yes, it is about that. And this time you did too much to ever make it up to me, Shane.”

“What…?” His face expressed dreading anticipation and confusion.

“I… I am done with you, Shane.” Ash said through a tightened throat. “I still believe that you have it in you to be a good human. But you’ll have to find a different source of support.”

“Wait, you’re leaving me? No!”

“Yes, Shane, and my decision is final.” Ash attempet to turn away, but stopped halfway, unable to ignore Shane’s voice that sounded like a cry for help.

“Please, Ash, at least listen to me!”

They faced him again, and Shane attempted to hold their hand.

„I swear, babe, I didn’t mean to hurt you, it’s just… You were talking with that fob, and you *know* I don’t like seeing you with him! If you come back I’ll prove I can be so much better for you, I promise!” 

“No!” Ash freed their forearm and shoved the man away from them. “Shane, even if there wasn’t anything between me and Elliott I would still break up with you!”

“*Even* if there wasn’t?”

Oh shit.

Elliott, who squirmed and gritted his teeth through the whole duration of this exchange, couldn’t wait in the bushes any longer. The moment he saw (or he thought he saw) Shane swinging his hand, he was ready to jump out and run towards him. Seeing him caught Shane by surprise and as a result delayed his fury, but also gave it more fuel.

“So I was right, you were cheating on me!!!” Shane was glancing at Elliott and then at Ash again, uncertain who to focus at. Finally he decided on the one who was closer. “You BITCH!”

“No!”

Elliott pushed himself between them, taking Shane’s attack on himself. Two men started scuffling. Ash fell to the ground. From this position they very clearly saw a flash of a knive in Shane’s pocket. He had it on him on a pure accident. When they surprised him, he was just coming out of the coop, probably finished fixing parts of it, for which he often needed the knife. It wasn’t a blade, just a simple home utensil, but it was very sharp. And it jumped into his hand as if of it’s own will.

“ELLIOTT!”

Ash screamed, with waves of anticipated guilt and possible outcomes going through their head in mere seconds, and a moment later they felt a excruciating pain on their side, just above the right hip. For the shortest moment they thought it was unbearable, but very soon the pain became just a pulsing inconvenience, just like any wound acquired in mines.

“Ash, no!” 

A wave of purest terror took over Elliott’s whole mind and soul, as he watched the love of his life fall on the ground, with a fountain of red gushing from their side.

“I… I…” Shane looked at what happened before him completely stunned. It couldn’t be real, it coulnd’t have been him. It’s not his hand that dropped the bloody knife on the grass, just like it wasn’t him pushing Ash from the stairs over two months ago. Because if it really was him who did it to the love of his life, then what kind of rotten human did that make him?

“What the fuck?!”

Ash recognized a distant voice of Leah, coming to her ears like through a thick glass.

“What the FUCK?!”

Leah stormed out of her house and was racing towards them, without a coat and in one but not put on all the way through. She pushed Shane with all the weight of her momentum, the man fell on the grass, but didn’t seem to notice it at all.

“You have to tighten the wound.” She said turning towards Elliott.

“I know.” He responded, already gently enclosing Ash in his coat. “Darling, look at me. I’ll take you to doctor Harvery and everything will be okay, do you understand?” His voice cracked. Half of his mind tried to make logical plans and keep calm for the sake of Ash, while the other repeated in a screaming voice the same sentence over and over. “Not again, not again, please, Yoba, not again.”

“I’m fiiiiinne” Ash tried to stand up, but to their surprise found that to be impossible. “Really, it’s nothi’n… Just like in the mines…”

“I’ll pick you up right now, okay? Hold on. I’ll need to be running, so you might be shaking a little.”

Either because of the adrenaline, or because of the fact that Ash didn’t fully regain their fat and body weight, Elliott didn’t seem to feel the load at all. He ran, and Leah sprinted before him, shouting at people to move out of the way. As he ran, his heart was pounding to the rhythm of two mantras that soveringly took over his head.

Faster to Harvey, faster to Harvey, faster to Harvey

And

Not again. Not again. Not again.

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"Finding us again" - Stardew Valley Elliott x Farmer fan fiction part 4

Trigger warning: night terrors and false accusations of SA (not straight forward, only alluding to)

Chapter 4 - "Only dead people visit when you sleep"

Elliott woke up with a weird, abstract feeling that made him question if he was really awake, or just dreaming about it. Months ago this would have made for an interesting source of inspiration, but now he dreaded those dreams. He always tried to escape from them, it always proved impossble, and always, *always* in those dreams he encountered… them. The tragic love of his life, his muse, the person he owed for making him believe in his book again, getting him out of a depressing loneliness, and so much more. They came to him in the nightmares, bearing the same injuries he saw them with for that brief moment in the clinic, and usually some more as well. He always woke up from these dreams in cold sweat, and always remembered the sentence he heard long ago heard from his grandma - “You know, Elliott, only dead people visit you when you sleep. So if I ever come to you in a dream, wake up quickly and say a prayer to Yoba for me. Will you, sunshine?”

Elliott never agreed with this statement and was angry at how reductive it seemed, even as a child. Dreams have no limits and no boundaries, he thought, why would death be an exception from that? But… when he thought about it, he couldn’t remember a time when he dreamed about someone who wasn’t dead. Not as more than a symbol, anyway. The only person who ever came to him in his dream as if they were there in flesh, speaking and acting just like they would in real life, was his beloved deceased grandma. May she rest in peace and may she have a pebble in her boot for the rest of eternity.

This time he knew for sure it was a dream, because he woke up to Ash sleeping next to him in the sheets, curled up like a little kitty. Elliott smiled with teary eyes, greatful for having a pleasant dream about them at least this once. In real life it would be impossible - even if Ash woke up and was able to leave the hospital without him knowing, or without someone from the city coming to throw him out of their farm, they would first do a million other things rather than lying on the floor and sleeping next to Elliott. Next to the man who promised to always support them and failed, whose last words to them were such hurtful things, and who was essentially responsible for their current condition.

Since he finally has a pleasant dream, he decided to make the most of it. He started by combing his fingers through their hair - it was so soft and silky, almost like in real life. Then he moved to sliding his fingertips up and down their back, barely touching the skin, just reveling in the possibility that he can. Elliott was breathing heavily, delight provided to him by that merciful dream being almost unbearable to take. Finally, he decided to let himself indulge and rested hand on Ash’s hip.

It was cold.

Not with a natural coldness, like a nose in the winter or hands with poorly working blood circulation, but cold with the irrevocability of a stone or… or a corpse.

Elliot rapidly brought himself up to the sitting position, and not taking his hand of Ash’s cold hip, placed the other on their arm. It was cold as well.

“Ash. Ash, wake up, please!”

Elliott’s mind suddenly lost the awareness of being in a dream, leaving him holding onto the ice cold body and desperately trying to move it, to see it’s face. But Ash’s body turned out to be extremely stiff as well, barely allowing Elliott to dent parts of skin, certainly not changing the position of whole limbs and torso.

“Ash…” said Elliott in a crying voice, at first met with no reaction, but after a few seconds he had noticed a small change that began happening

Farmer’s body was melting under his hands.

The cold corpse turned into water under Elliot’s warm, alive fingers. Writer immediately tried to draw them away from Ash, but they were like adnate to their body.

“NO!” 

Elliott shouted and pulled harder, but it was of no result.

His hands were sinking deeper and deeper into an unrecognizable fluid that he made of his most beloved person, and instead of water it began gushing blood. Ash’s blood was on his hands, on his knees unable to move up from the floor, and as his palms were sinking deeper and deeper, soon his face, too, and all his body will be forced to plunge itself in remains of the terrible fate he has caused. From outside he heard the townspeople screaming his name, coming to see him meet the punishment deserved.

“Elliott”

They were right after all. It was he who killed farmer. His beloved Ash died by no other but his hands.

“Elliott!”

He felt his debased body uncontrollably shaking. Did his mind really made up all the clues he saw about Shane? Was he so sickly jealous, that he somehow made himself believe in the fantasies, which's only purpouse was to ruin Ash’s perfectly good and loving relationship? To end their life?

“ELLIOTT!!!”

He bursted awake, with someone shouting his name and shaking him by the shoulders. Someone with face of… oh no, not again.

Ash watched their best friend, their… more than that first call their name in his sleep, then shouting “no”, then crying, and then, after they finally managed to wake him up, squealing like a terrified animal and crawling under the wall, where he kept weeping and taking loud, shallow gasps for air.

“…Eliott?”

The man didn’t answer. Ash slowly leaned towards the nearest lamp, being cautious not to make any rapid moves.

“I’m going to give us some light, okay?”

There they were. Just as frail, weak and pale as in Eliott’s other dreams, but without bandages or bruises. Another trick of his sick imagination?

“Elliott, it’s just me.” Said the phantom, carefully curated by his brain to torture him. With each dream he had a misfortune to experience, Ash’s form seemed even more realistic, more… like they were really here. And if it is true that only dead people visit in your dreams… was that to mean that the love of his life was slowly departing from this mortal plane?

Elliott shook his head, never letting his eyes off of Ash’s figure, out of fear that the moment he will look away and then back at them, illusion of the person he loves will disappear or transform into something terrible.

“Stop torturing me.” He whispered in a weak voice on the verge of tears “If you want to t-tell me you are dying… say it once and go.”

“Elliott, what in the hell are you taking about?”

Ash was now seriously worried, they ditched keeping the distance and moved towards Elliott, wanting to check if he has a fever, or maybe it is a symptom of taking some drugs? He wouldn’t resort to that coping mechanism… would he?

Elliott sat petrified as the farmer moved towards him and looked with a sweet worry into his face, asked him something, but he was too stunned by his storm of contradicting emotions to respond. Truly, the nightmares were testing him this time. If only it *was* real, if only his farmer really looked at him with such concern and wanted to care for him so badly, he would call himself the happiest man on the planet. Few things made for greater pleasure than knowing that someone cares for you so deeply and so badly wants you to be safe. But Elliott knew that every such dream turns into something horrible sooner or later, and if he let himself melt in the good parts, their loss would be even more painful. So he sat stiff.

“Elliott, I’m begging you, speak to me.”

Illusion of Ash put their hand on Elliott’s forehead, which caused his whole body to flinch. Ash immediately withdrew the hand.

“You don’t want me to touch you?”

Pain and worry Ash’s voice was filled with caused Elliott to admit that the nightmare defeated him once again. He couldn’t bare causing such distress to even an illusion of Ash, and knowing he has to choose between that and another gore hallucination - he decided he’s at least familiar with the second one.

“I-it’s not that.” He fully gave in, letting his body tremble and his words flow like he was talking to the real farmer. “Just… every time I touch you… something bad happens”

“Something bad…” Ash observed him very carefully as they made a little more distance between them and Elliott, sitting cross-legged in front of him. “Like what?”

“W-well…” Now Elliott looked at the floor, and every part of his body was shaking, in anticipation of horrific ending of this dream, which surely had to come very soon. “I dream about you and for a moment I really think you’re here. But after that, I always do something wrong, like look away from you, or touch you, or I don’t even know exactly what… and then you die again. And I wake up.”

“Och, El-”

“So,” He interrupted the phantom, now with a stronger voice. “if you are here to inform me that my real Ash is dying… Or punish me, or whatever might be your objective… Please just do it once and be done with it.”

Ash felt as their heart broke into a million pieces. Hearing Elliott speak with such pain in his voice, and understanding that he truly believes they’re not the real farmer, was possibly the most miserable thing they have ever experienced.

“It is *really* me.” They said in a teary voice. “I’m right here with you, Elliott.”

Writer still sat in the same position as before, looking at the floor on the side of him and trembling ever so slightly.

“Look.” Ash took his hands into their cold palms, which caused Elliott to flinch, but this time they didn’t withdraw contact. “You are touching me. I’m still here. Everything is okay.”

Elliott forced himself to look at his hands, which already merged fingers with Ash’s - almost subconsciously, a force of habit. He half-expexted his hands to still be covered in blood, or for farmer to suddenly turn into a cloud of dust and start screeching, or for something similar to attack him the moment he lets his guard down. But nothing of sorts came to be.

Elliott cautiously moved his hands, feeling Ash’s sickly skinny and pale, but still very human palms and forearms. Their skin was cold, but human cold, getting neutral and warmer when he touched near the veins. Even the shape of hands was familiar, with freckles in the exact places he remembered them to be, and small scars acquired by working in the mines or having accidents while cooking - not one missing. Finally Elliott dared to look up, where should lay the face of his beloved, and to his astonishment - it was really there. The same as always, skinnier and paler, but aside from that the exact face of his farmer. With lighter-toned birthmark covering left side of it’s cheek and eyes glowing faintly in the dim light.

“A… Ashie?” He finally let himself to trust his senses. Too emotional to speak, Ash just nodded their head and beamed, looking with hope at Elliott’s changing expression.

They embraced, hugging each other tighter and tighter with every moment, two streams of tears flowing from both of their faces. Ash was here. They were really here. A dream he didn’t dare to suspect was true came to reality.

And if Ash was really, actually here then… what was Elliott doing?!

“Goodness gracious, my behaviour is disspicable!” 

Elliott broke away from the hug, making enough distance between them to see each other’s faces.

“What?” Ash looked at him, quite confused.

“You were the one to endure an attack, weeks in the hospital, coma and a platera of terrible encounters, and yet once again *I* sit here being taken care of. While my primarily duty should be to care for you and make up for all the hardships.”

Ash looked him wide eyed. They made a half-hearted protesting gesture, but were also a little curious about how writer’s monologue it’s going to continue.

“Ash.” He said, in a pompous voice. “I regret so deeply those hurtful words I said to you at the beach. I ought to be asking, no, begging for your forgiveness until the end of the world, and it still might not be enough. I want you to know that if I could do quite literally anything to deserve your mercy, I am ready to sacrifice whatever you ask for. Till the end of my days, if anything I am capable to do could be used in your service, I…”

“Elliott.” This time Ash effectively interrupted his monologue. “You don’t need to do any of that things. You always wanted what was the best for me, you took care of my farm… I can’t express how much this means to me. And, well…” They grimaced at the memory that was recalled with that sentence. “You were right about Shane.”

Hearing these words caused Elliott’s insides to overflow with relief, and normally there would also be a little aftertaste of success, but right now Ash’s peace was much more important than his satisfaction.

“Yes, but I didn’t have any right to demand breaking up with him from you.”

“No, you didn’t.” Ash sighed. “But can’t we just both agree that mistakes were made, and that you compensated tenfold for yours?”

“I might agree to declaring half of my debt paid off.” Elliott genuinely smiled for the first time in this conversation, and for the first time in even longer made an expression that on him signalised a flirty joke. This, thankfully, was met with a laugh of true happiness and relief from Ash - the real Ash, his Ash, the Ash who made it out of hospital alive and was slowly regaining the spark in their eye.

They fell asleep on the floor, this time undisturbed by nightly terrors. For Elliott it was his personal idea of heaven - if it depended on him, they could have stayed in that position on hours and hours. Sadly, it did not.

First knocking to the door was heard on an ungodly hour of 8:30 AM.

“I’ll get it…” Said dimly Ash, but they barely had energy to lift themselves up on their arms. 

Elliott gently put his hand on their shoulder, signaling for them to go back to sleep. He himself, although grudgingly, stood up and went to open the door.

“Hello dear Ashley, I’m glad that you’re… Just *what* are you doing here, young man?!”

Elliott’s inner monologue was stained with a nasty curse word. It was mayor Lewis - the only darn person in Pelican Town who didn’t learn to refer to Ash with the preferred version of their name and pronouns.

“Helping.”

The answer was short and he knew if wasn’t satisfactory, but being woken up by mayor Lewis of all people, and then immediately hit in the face with unspoken yet obvious accusation, did not put him in a social attitude. Mayor Lewis scoffed.

“I very much doubt that you would be the person who she would like to be helping her right now!”

“THEY are just fine with me being here for now, and are now resting, which they very well deserve.”

“Well, I demand to check it for myself!” 

Lewis put on airs, wanting to be seen as a protective and caring guardian of the townsfolk that he himself thought he was. Elliott sighed.

“I’ll ask if they want to see you.” He answered, and retreated to the house.

“I apologize for disrupting you, Ash.” He whispered, approaching them carefully. “But mayor Lewis came to examine your wellbeing, are you feeling fine enough to…”

“Good heavens!”

Elliott cringed inside, as he heard the very much uninvited intruder scream and wake Ash from their sleep. They were blinking and still trying to absorb the situation, when Lewis ran up to them and started asking questions.

“Ashley, my dear, what did that monster do to you? Why are you lying on the ground?! Tell me truly if you really approved of him being here, because I am ready at any moment…”

“Wait… a moment, please… what happened?”

Mayor Lewis whizzed loudly with his nose, pointing his finger accusingly on Elliott.

„You’ve drugged her!”

Writer gritted his teeth, trying not to blow up at mayor of Pelican Town. He would try to argue if the situation was just about the horrid assumptions, but in his moment his primar concern was to not escalate this in front of Ash.

„What?!” Exclaimed they, now fully awaken. „No Mayor, don’t even think that, Elliott was…”

„It’s okay Ashley, you needn’t protect him anymore.” 

He tried to pick Ash up, throwing out of them some of the blankets and speaking words of honest concern over their meek protests. 

„Lewis, stop that!” Said the writer, grabbing him by his arm, for now more as a suggestion than aiming for physical confrontation.

„You will respond for what you did to her, young man!”

On the surface it looked like Lewis wasn’t grabbing Ash too strongly or made any other physical gestures out of which they couldn’t escape with ease. Because of that Elliott would make a few more attempts to resolve this case with his words only, but he took quick glance at Ash and what he saw made him skip the half-measures. Their body went stiff and ceased making any moves, eyes got wide and their mouth opened a little, trying to catch more air. A trauma freeze response.

„I said leave them be!”

Writer pushed himself between Lewis and the farmer, who clutched to him immediately with all their limbs, and took them a good few steps away. Only now, seeing Ash lingering on Elliott for safety, Lewis understood the recklessness of his actions.

„I’m sorry, I… I thought that I was helping.”

„That wasn’t Elliott.” Said Ash sniveling a little. „Didn’t Harvey tell you?”

„Well, he sort of did… But I…”

„What do you mean «sort of»?” Elliott’s tone made it clear that he had lost his patience.

Mayor cleared his throat.

„Well, we thought… that is… doctor Harvey deemed that possible… That coma might have affected your memory, miss Ashley.”

„It’s Ash.” They corrected him for the umpftilionth time. „And I assure you that it didn’t.”

„But how would you begin to know…” Lewis stopped half sentence and half step, held in his place by the death stares coming from both of them. „Okay, I… I’ll better be going. Don’t hesitate to call me if you need anything, Ashley.”

Lewis left, definitely not convinced of Elliott’s innocence. After a few more visits - some pleasant, like from Leah, some painfully cautious like from Marnie and Alex - Ash was clearly tired and Elliott was glad to see that apparently most other neighbours either decided to check on the farmer tomorrow or by sending a letter.

“Sit here, I’ve prepared you some food for the supper.” He said softly, leading Ash towards the sofa. “Do you wish for anything else?”

“Thank you so much, it looks great.” Ash attempted to turn towards the door. “But I didn’t feed the chickens yet… and the honey needs to be harvested…”

“I will take care of it all while you eat. My dear, didn’t Harvey give you one of his lectures about not working too much?”

“Maybe he mentioned something…” Ash smiled, watching Elliott’s exaggerated irritation at their intention to work. The supper was good - light oatmeal with some of their favourite fruits, but Ash’s stagnant stomach couldn’t fit the whole portion. They sighed, lamenting their usually excellent appetite.

“I think I didn’t thank you yet for taking care of my farm.” They smiled at Elliott when he came back from the yard. “You don’t know how much it means to me.”

“It was a pleasure to not let the fruits of your labour wither.” Answered Elliott, but his smile was weaker than before. This, of course, didn’t escape the attention of town’s biggest empath (which was, according to Elliott, not at all a good thing to be).

“What’s wrong?” They’ve asked.

“Oh no, it’s… it’s nothing.”

“Elliott, please, I do want to know.”

“I don’t want to worry you.”

“Well, now I *will* be worried until you tell me.”

Writer shook his head, half-amused by his defeat. He stood next to the sofa, then crouched next to it, suddenly unable to find the right place for himself.

“It’s…”

Ash moved to the side of the sofa, patting a free spot next to them.

“It’s” Said Elliott with more confidence now. “not something I would wish to concern you with, since the cause is just my wide imagination, playing cruel tricks on her owner. But if you insist to know…” He took a breath to calm himself a little. “All those… visits from people who seemed to be convinced, or at least to not exclude the possibility that it was me… That I was the one to….”

“You’re afraid that your memory is playing tricks on you?” They asked in a melancholic voice. Elliott nodded. “I get it. It flew through my mind too… but believe me, I remember that day way too clearly. I remember Shane…”

Ash flinched and Elliott immediately hugged them tightly.

“You don’t need to tell me anything if you don’t want to yet. Or ever, for that matter.”

Ash let out a soft cry and teared a little, all the time clutched to Elliott and receiving gentle caressing from him.

“Elliott?” They said after they calmed down to a degree.

“Hmm?”

“What are we?”

“Well, I can’t imagine that you’d have energy right now to establish a new relationship.” Elliott blushed from the tip of his nose to his ears. “Although believe me, I’d be not against it. But for now, my l… my dear, it’s of the most importance that such questions are directed to you. What do *you* want us to be?”

Half of his mind hoped to hear something in the lines of “I want you to me mine, Elliott, acquire the bouquet from Pierre’s as soon as the possibility occurs”, but he was almost equally happy to hear:

“I… I want you to sleep with me tonight.”

And so he did.

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"Finding us again" - Stardew Valley Elliott x Farmer fan fiction part 3

This chapter is short, so right with it I'm posting the next one

"What was happening to the Farmer"

As soon as farmer was able to make verbal contact with Harvey, they demanded to not let anybody know that they have woken up. Since in such a small town keeping this in secret would be impossible, they settled on an announcement: “Patient is showing signs of consciousness, but is too weak and unstable to have any visitors”. Most of the truth in this sentence was held by the “unstable” part. Ash understood, rationally, why so many people in the Pelican Town thought Elliott was the one to harm them. Emotionally, they were devastated that the person they cared about so much had to go through this. 

Even worse was the fact that nobody has seen Eliott in weeks, except Willy who mentioned some turmoil in his cabin one night. Dealing with the uncertainty and increasingly scarier scenarios going through their head, Ash couldn’t stop their emotions from running rampant and blowing up in random moments. One minute they screamed at Maru, who was the one to accidentally break the news about the fatal misunderstanding to them, the next apologized her in tears.

Doctor Harvey pointed out that Ash’s emotional instability probably comes from the trauma of being brutally attacked by a fiancee, but they claimed to not really feel fear, or anything for that matter, when somebody mentioned Shane (”surpressed emotions”, said Harvey). 

Most of their thoughts were consubed by a worry for Elliott, close second place belonged to wanting to finally be freed from the hospital. There was something about that sterile, quiet place, where there was nothing to do but swallow pills and lie in bed, that made them deeply uncomfortable every time they had to spend a night in one. Since the beginning they begged Harvey to let them go home already. Doctor finally obliged, but only after making a lot of extensive tests, which confirmed that patient’s health is absolutely, completely and beyond any reasonable doubt as back to normal as it can be expected in their situation. When all results gave desired verdict doctor Harvey saw farmer’s big, bright smile for the first time after a long break.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go later, at least when the sun will rise? I’m sorry tests took longer than I expected, but I don’t want you getting lost in the forest immediately after leaving my care”

“It’s fine doctor Harvey, I know the way like the back of my hand. Aaaand I don’t wanna make a sensation by resurrecting in the middle of the day.”

“People are going to come visit you anyway, maybe it’s better if…”

“Yes, but when we meet it will be in *my* home, at *my* farm, without hospital clothes. Please, Harvey, may I go already?”

“One more thing. Please Ash, remember to rest and not overwork yourself. And by overwork I mean *any* activity beyond making food for yourself or taking a shower, is that clear?”

“Of course doctor Harvey, you know I’d never defy your instructions!”

When farmer was going into the forest, they planned to defy Harvey’s instructions by immediately cleaning all the farm (Yoba, it must have been so overgrown by now), taking care of their animals and planting autumn crops while they still had the time to grow. After walking half of the way, they decided that only saying hi to animals will have to be enough for now. When they were almost home, all intentions of going against doctor’s wishes evaporated, leaving only the desire to lay in bed and don’t get up from it for any reason less than a life or death situation - and even then, debatable. Their body was so drained after two months of unconsciousness that even the short walk that previously would have been a breeze, now felt like a whole day of mining.

Despite the exhaustion, farmer still couldn’t overlook the big surprise that was the state of their farm. Ash had expected to find little more than the dissaray, equally, or maybe even more overwhelming than that which greeted them on their first day on the farm. Maybe the animals would be somewhat taken care of if Marnie thought about stopping by, but the poor woman had a lot on her shoulders as it was, so it wouldn’t be big surprise for Ash to find their animals roaming free on the grass, dirty, unmilked and angry at them.

Instead of that… the crops were taken care of. There weren’t a lot, and they were a little messy, but definitely watered and alive. There was almost no wood and rocks laying around, at least not on the main paths through the farm. And the kegs they had placed outside were pulsating and giving off a pleasant smell of fruits, like they were filled not to long ago. 

Who could have…?

Their heart skipped a bit.

Could it be?

No, no it couldn’t. They’re imagining things.

But maybe yes…?

Never have the farmer been as overwhelmed with happiness and relief as the moment they walked through the door and found none other than Elliott, lying on the floor in the bundle of his blankets, one hand resting on a pile of handwritten paper. His hair was chaotically tied up, he was starting to grow a small beard on his usually smoothly razored face, and he smelled like he didn't find the time to shower since at least yesterday. But never has anyone’s presence make farmer so happy.

They were too exhausted to master the energy to get in the bed, and even if they could - they didn’t want to. Ash half lied down, half collapsed to the floor, instinctively curling up as close to Elliott as it was possible without having to unravel a pile of blankets. Only now, feeling how the space on the floor was warmed with Elliott’s presence, farmer realized how cold they were. Feeling of warmth and the ultimate, absolute relief were the last things they felt before falling into a deep sleep.

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Four amazing ✨divas✨, absolutely love the art

absolutely enamoured by the way you draw shane, elliot, and harvey hanging out that ive been indoctrinated into it. their shenanigans make me giggle and smile like a dork. i need to put these buffoons into containment and watch them interact. thank you for the older bachelors food i am cooking your recipe ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

RRAAAHHH THANK YOU!!! 😤😤🫶🫶 cause yes literally, their dynamic would be sooo funny, I am happy I get to infect you with the she trio brain worms‼️‼️

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"Finding us again" - Stardew Valley Elliott x Farmer fan fiction part 2

Chapter 2 - "One chance out of ten"

The clinic door were much harder to push open than usually, and very soon Elliott recognized the cause of that resistance.

Maru, part-time nurse at the clinic, stood before him in the entrance, still blocking the door from swinging fully open with her hand.

“You shouldn’t be here.” She said in a hostile tone, very unusual for her. Normally Robin’s daughter was a walking ray of sunshine and helpfulness, but right now she looked at Elliott as if she wished him to experience some terrible fate.

“Why…?” Weriter tried to take a peek inside the clinic, his heartbeat growing restless and his worries increasing. “Is the farmer…”

“Don’t you even *think* about coming near them ever again!”

This outburst was entirely out of Maru’s usual behavior, and the fact that Elliott had no idea what could be the cause of such agitation only intensified his worry and confusion. For a moment he stopped trying to see anything inside the clinic and looked at Maru’s face with bewilderment. Her brown skin took on a reddish shade because of anger, and her eyes, despite radiating protectiveness and determination, clearly were holding back tears just a moment ago. That emotional commotion, growing suspicion that his dear farmer actually *is* in the clinic, and being completely blindsided by the situation caused Elliott to find himself on the verge of panic. His behaviour wasn’t showing it, not yet. It was still in the stage of worry that brings upon a person experiencing it a seemingly supernatural calmness, calling all resources of the mind and body to stay still and find a logical way out of the situation. His insides were boiling, but his voice remained calm.

“Perhaps I approached with the wrong impression. I just want to see Ash, or if necessary wait for them since it seems they’re being medically treated right now. I don’t understand why…”

“Oh, spare me!” Maru’s boiling rage was a stark contrast to his surface calmness. “Half the town heard your screaming match on the beach, and right after that they come to the clinic all bruised and beaten up, claiming that they were “just a little sloppy in the mines”. What do you *think* we made of that?”

“Beaten up…?”

That was the moment when floodgate in Elliott broke and all the boiling liquid 

containing his feelings poured out in streams thicker than the rain around him. His Ash, his darling was hurt. And if Maru’s behavior was any indication, they were hurt badly. The seashell basket, on which Elliott was unknowingly tightening his grip, fell once again to the ground.

“No… no, I have to see them!” He tried to push past Maru with all his body weight, reaching desperately for the doorframe, demanding to find something, anything, that would give him a stable grip and allowed to pull himself closer to the farmer. It wasn’t an easy task - Maru was surprisingly strong for her meek appearance, and clearly determined to keep him out of the clinic.

“You have to let me see them, I have to see them, I have to apologize!” He was driveling incoherently, almost unaware of the words that left his mouth. This agitation of course didn’t help his case. 

Elliott pushed forward, and managed to get his upper body into the inside of the clinic - “Ash! ASH!” - he screamed desperately, determined to let his love know that he is *here*, maybe too late, maybe after he said and did a plethora of stupid things, but he is *here* for *them*, and this time he won’t leave their side until everything will resolve for the better.

Suddenly Elliott felt two strong arms grabbing him by the shoulders and pulling away from Maru and entrance to the clinic. He was dragged back from under the small outside roof into the rain, standing face to face with Alex, the local athlete, and Shane, who both looked like they were running fast just a second ago.

“Don’t you think you have done enough already?” Alex’s words were filled with hatered, a clear sign that he also knew about the situation and as well believed that it was Elliott’s doing. Writer looked past him at the other man and suddenly his mind connected the dots, which didn’t have time to form in his head for a few last minutes of panic.

“You…” - he said approaching Shane, but before he managed to speak another word, he felt a tightened fist hitting his face, and then another one on a stomach. The punch was so strong that Elliott fell on the ground, curled up in a fetal position. The world before his eyes went blurry, for a few moments everything was dark, and the only sound he received was a static screeching in the ears. He caught the words “Thank you for getting him here so fast” told seemingly by Maru towards Alex, and saw three pairs of eyes looking at him with hateted and disgust, although Shane’s face also expressed a note of triumph.

Elliott was left lying in the rain before the clinic, with a throbbing pain in his head and stomach, and an even more unbareable stitching pain in the heart. He barely registered when doctor Harvey came, picked him up and taken to the clinic. He didn’t really pay attention to Harvey’s argument with Maru, with the first one saying something about the doctor’s oath and helping everyone no matter what. Elliott barely felt the hands examining his body and was taken out of his numb state only for a couple of moments, when Harvey asked him questions about the pain, medicine allergies and some other hospital related things. His throat reflexively made the movements necessary for swallowing when some pills and a bit of water were placed inside his mouth. Elliott didn’t register the moment when his dull state shifted into a dreamless sleep.

“Elliott? Are you with me?”

Writer was slowly regaining consciousness. Memories of the previous night trickled into his brain, as if they were a very thick sap having to ooze through a very small hole. Where was he, and why wasn’t that his own bed? Why was his head and stomach hurting so badly?

“Doctor…?”

“I am here, Elliott” - Harvey was doing something with his medical equipment, checking Elliot’s vitals and reflexes - “Do you remember why you’re here?”

“Yes… just a moment…”

Writer brought himself up to the seating position, not without some trouble, and rested his head on his hands, trying to bring together the jagged thoughts and separate past dreams from current reality.

“There was… a storm…”

“It’s okay, you can take your time.”

Harvey had a calm voice, helpful and professional as always. But was Elliott’s hearing decieving him, or was there something hostile in the way Harvey talked to and examined him? The writer tried to ignore that thought, focus on remembering the previous day, but the nagging connotation kept coming back. When he let it linger a little, a memory appeared of even more people treating Elliott this way, someone assuming that he did something bad… was that… and something with the shells…

Suddenly, his mind clicked together the pictures and phrases from the previous day. Elliott nutated in bed for a moment, agitated, moving his mouth like a fish that’s been taken out of water while his mind digested the newly formed memories and tried connecting them to words to express himself.

“H-how is Ash? Are they okay?”

Frown on the doctor’s face confirmed what Elliott suspected he had thought.

“Elliott, I need you to tell me what exactly happened the evening that you two had a fight.”

“We were just arguing. With words.” “I swear!” - he added turburently when he saw an expression of disbelief on Harvey’s face. “We argued and then they went back to Shane’s home. It’s he who must have done it to them, I’m sure of it.”

“Elliott…” Harvery massaged the space between his eyes, causing glasses to move up a little. “Accusing a romantic rival of doing something terrible to the person you are no longer with is way too low for someone your age.”

“I know it was him! Harvey, I swear. It wasn’t me. I wouldn’t… I would never… I said some stupid things, but I would *die* before I’d hurt Ash physically.”

“Elliott, it’s not that I don’t believe you.” 

Harvey was trying to be diplomatic, non judgemental and friendly while also aquireing necessary information in an efficient way, and all that with dark circles under his eyes, signaling no more than a few hours of sleep.

I“It’s that there isn’t any reason to suspect this was somebody else. The injuries they took clearly don’t look like they were caused in the mines, and even if I had doubts about that, there was no time for Ash to go all the way to the mountains, get in the tunnels, and walk all the way back to my clinic between your argument and their treatment. And forgive me for trying to exceed my own profession and playing detective, but *you* have much more of a motive to hurt them than Shane does.”

“Shane is hurting them all the time.” Elliott’s voice took on a tone of begging, tears forming in his eyes. “How come you all can’t see that? Yes, he might have defeated his alcohol problem, but there is so much more than that. He relies on Ash to an unhealthy extent. Demands them to fulfill all of his emotional needs, doesn’t allow them for *a moment* of rest. He gets angry when Ash does anything not just how he had imagined. And Ash feels obligated to endure all that, because Shane is suffering and can’t cope with it on his own. Really, how am I the only one in the whole villige to see this?!”

“Elliott.” Harvey’s voice had a calm tone, almost sympathetic. “If you’re the only one to see it, don’t you think you might be the one mistaken?”

“Its- I’m not- “ Elliott stared at the doctor, defeated. What could he say to that argument without sounding like a crazy person?

“Moreover.” Harvey continued in the same, calm tone. “We all know that Ash is a smart and very brave person. Don’t you think that if there was really a big problem in their relationship, they would have the potency to leave it?”

There was a moment of silence, during which Elliott stared blankly at his shaking hands.

“They did have it in them to leave you.”

“Och, it’s not… I know what you think, but…” Elliott was fighting for his words, painfully aware of how his stance must look right now.

“Okay, fine! Let’s say I’m lying. Let’s say I am crazy, I won’t even blame you for assuming that. Why don’t ask Ash themselves who *actually* did it to them? Why are you here interrogating me, probably not even thinking about doing the same with Shane, instead of asking the person who it is all about?”

Then there was a prolonged moment of silence. This time it was Harvey who avoided Elliott’s gaze. He stood up.

“Well? Why don’t you ask them?”

Doctor rested his hands against the medicine cabinet, most of his body weight hanging on them, shoulders crouched, head tilted limply down.

“WHY DON’T YOU ASK THEM?!” Elliott shouted, his heart racing and striking against his ribs again, head spinning from being suddenly filled with terrible suspicion. “Why?! Harvey, what are you not telling me?”

“Ash is in a coma.” Stated finally doctor, turning back to face Elliot, possibly to see if he can spot a sign of guilt.

Of course Elliott felt guilty. It was all his fault. If only he knew when to bite his tongue, instead of shouting all these terrible things at the love of his life. If only he raced after them, instead of throwing a basket and screaming his lungs out like an immature teenager. If only he left earlier, if only he didn’t take his sweet time in the shower. If only…

“B-but they…” He said in a weak voice. “They will be okay… right?”

Harvey sighed. Professional secrecy worked very different in practice than in theory, especially in such a small town where everybody knew everything about everybody. And if they didn’t, they made up some gossip. Furthermore, *technically* nobody in the town had the right to know about Ash’s medical state, as they didn’t have any blood family here, and Shane wasn’t yet their official spouse. Maru will know because she is helping him with Ash at the clini. Maru’s family, all without exception great friends with the farmer, will demand this information out of her. And Yoba knows in what form it’ll get to the ears of everyone else in town. It’s definitely better to tell the truth now, than to in a couple weeks deal with misinformation. And also… Harvey felt that despite of what he might have done, Elliott deserved to know. Keeping someone in such uncertainty was just cruel.

“Usually in cases like that patients are expected to last in coma for a couple of weeks, up to three months, and have survival expectancy of 90% if they wake up during that time.”

Elliott’s heart sinked in. It means that there is one chance out of ten that Ash will…

“But” Harvey continued, and the tone of his voice made writer’s heart sink even deeper. “With the obsolete equipment that I have here… With the perpetrator *not telling me what exactly happened*” - saying these words Harvey looked Elliott intensely in the eyes - “I didn’t know from the start what exact injuries they endured and had to work essentially half guessing. To be honest, Elliott - I don’t know if I can give them 50%.”

Elliott was kept under the observation for one more night at the clinic, and then left feeling empty and directionless, of course only after paying a fat medical bill. When it came to paying for the farmer, all of the Pelican Town, not excluding the doctor, pitched in. Elliott wanted to join the collection of course, even if he had to sell every last one of his notebooks and quills, even if he had to sleep under the blanket of stars on the bare sand from now on, but townspeople convinced of his guilt practically pushed him out of the clinic the second Harvey didn’t have the obligation to take care of him anymore. 

Everyone seemed convinced of Shane’s innocence, which left him as an only suspect. And could he really blame them? Everyone in town knew poor, hurting Shane most of their lives, they watched him struggle and raise as a happy and successful breeder of very special chickens. They knew that even at his lowest Shane never attempted to hurt anybody physically. Elliott on the other hand? He was still relatively unknown by the townspeople, moving here only three years prior, and spending most of this time either hunched over his desk like a hermit or wandering aimlessly lost in his thoughts, rarely making an effort to get to know someone or to help them. Unlike the farmer. After only two years they improved so many lives and befriended almost everyone, restored the Community Center and filled the village with happiness and sense of purpose that it didn’t know for a very long time. 

And now they were gone.

Of course Elliott tried to see them, to speak to them in their sleep, to apologize and tell Ash that he loves them, but doesn’t expect anything in return. Only for them to wake up.

Ash’s door was shut and locked most of the time. Elliott only caught a glimpse of them when he snuck out pretending he’s going to use the toilet. He knew this image will hunt him in his dreams. A frail, weak figure surrounded by medical aparature, densly packed around them like it was about to tear them apart. Or the opposite, as if its pressure was the only thing keeping the farmer from crumbling into pieces. Their face was paler than Elliott ever saw it, they had bandages all over their body, but it still didn’t cover the ugly bruises. Huge bit of skin around Ash’s eye was purple, so were the finger-shaped tracks around their neck. Maru kicked him out of the room as soon as she spotted him staring at - as she put it - “his handywork”.

Elliott couldn’t come back to the beach, not now. Not going through the streets of Pelican Town, which suddenly seemed very long and filled with people watching him with distaste. Instead he turned towards the forest, intending to take the long rout and come back to his place hopefully left in peace.

But did he even deserve peace? After all, this was all his fault. Maybe… maybe even literally. What if Harvey was right and he *really* was imagining things that were false for all the rest of the town? Or worse - maybe he was going crazy and fell into an unconscious rage, maybe his mind made up the entire story and maybe he did it- maybe he- he hurt-

Only thinking about this possibility caused Elliott to gag. He had to rest himself upon the nearest tree, and that's when he saw something familiar that he didn’t expect. He knew that tree. It was a pomegranate on which he cut a little drawing for his love, back in the… back in the good days. A bowebird - creature he often liked to compare Ash to. With their precision of organizing even the smallest elements on the farm, passion they put into decorating and care with which they kept everything tidy there was truly no greater competition. The picture was faded, but still visible. But that tree was in the Ash’s orchard, and that would mean that Elliott already walked all the way to the…

Oh. 

He raised his eyes to look at farm, but Ash’s beloved home looked nothing like before they started withering. The crops were overgrown, the grass invaded terrains that were supposed to stay clean of it, animals ran wild crying for attention and most trappers were overflowing with too much tree juice collected in them. Elliott knew that Ash, even repressed by a toxic relationship, wouldn’t let their farm deteriorate into that state, especially they wouldn’t neglect the animals. So all that damage must have been done in a past two, maybe three days?

Elliott knew that taking care of the farm by one’s own wasn’t a piece of cake, but never suspected that it took that much work and had to be done this consistently. He both admired Ash so much more in that moment and felt so much more pain, thinking that they hard work would wither away.

No. No, it wont. Elliott might not be a farmer, but he is not a lazy person either. Writer headed towards the chest with gardening utilities, pledging to himself that when Ash wakes up - and they *will* wake up - they will come back to see farm as beautiful and cared for as the day they left it.

Elliott wasn’t good at taking care of the farm. No, actually that was an understatement. He was terrible. He kept forgetting to harvest crops, watered plants that were already in the area covered by sprinklers, kept forgetting what he already did and what he had to do. As a result he was running back and forth between buildings, coming back to the barn for the third time only to realize that he left the shears in another chest (and couldn't remember which one it was). When a couple of days after his arrival seasons changed, and the summer transformed into fall, he woke up to see almost all of the crops dry and desecrated on the ground. At they moment Elliott was close to crying out of frustration.

Despite it all, Ash’s farm somehow felt like the right place to be. Elliott made caring for animals his priority and accomplished at least them not ever being hungry, unmilked or unsheared. Every passing week he noticed himself remembering more tasks, cleaning more space from the rocks, grass and loose wood, and neglecting less crops. He ate what he could make out of harvested produce and what he found in the farmer’s fridge. Using the fruits of farmer’s labour on himself made Elliot feel guilty, of course it did, but he had to eat  something and didn’t want to show up at Pierre’s for the life of his. He rationalized it with being busy on the farm, but really the thought of coming back to town and being confronted with people who thought he hurt the person he loved the most paralyzed him. Or he could have been awaited by terrible news about their health, but that was a possibility he didn’t even want to ponder.

Elliott left Ash’s farm only once, late after dark. He went to his cabin at the beach to retrieve writing utensils along with some clothes and blankets. He used them to make himself a bedding on the floor, because one thing of farmer’s that he absolutely, irrevocably prohibited himself from using was their bed. Bed was too intimate of a space, sleeping in it, or even using any of the linen would feel invasive. Elliott was sure that wen farmer comes back - and they *will* come back - they will be happy to have their place of rest untouched by someone else's presence. 

And furthermore - sheets must have smell of the person they belonged to. And falling asleep with Ash’s scent around him was both a weet torture Elliott feared to experience, any bitter pleasure he did’t deserve.

During his nightly escapade Elliot also visited the cementary. He did it almost against himself, with every fibre of his body wanting to run in an opposite direction, but he just had to make sure that a new gravestone wasn’t added to that gloomy place. It was the same as always - no signs of preparation for the funeral, no fresh dirt moved.

“Not yet.” Said a small voice in the back of his head.

“Not ever.” Responded Elliott, whispering out loud.

Without even really trying to or noticing it, Elliott worked up a beneficial routine of waking up with the sunrise, taking care of animals, harvesting crops and cleaning the farm for majority of the day, and working on his novel during the night. He was surprised to find out that after the tragedy and despite all the extra chores, his writing was going really smoothly. His mind seemed to be clear after being so forcefully reminded about the insignificance of everyday worries in the face of the risk of loosing the one he hold dearest. Not calm or happy, not by a long shot, but clear.

And also, staying up during the late hours until he passed out had another big advantage for Elliott. It significantly reduced the time in which he could have dreams. Acting just like he predicted, his mind was bringing the memory of Ash lying in a coma in the hospital bed to the surface over and over, whenever Elliott went to sleep not exhausted enough to stop dreaming. This resulted in an even better kept farm, because Elliott tried making himself as tired as it was possibly achievable. But there was one thought that he never could escape from, partially because deep down he didn’t want to - what was happening with the farmer?

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"Finding us again" - Stardew Valley Elliott x Farmer fan fiction

My hyperfixation on Stardew Valley went brrr, so naturally I produced a 4 chapters of fan fictions, two of them re-read and edited. Here's it on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62640433/chapters/160346812

hurt/comfort, "I thought I lost you" and "treat you better" vibes in an amount that I love to read but would never admit to anyone that I write. Please indulge and please comment if you like it, people enjoying my work cures my depression.

When writting, Elliott liked to do little breaks every now and then. He looked up and out the window, staring at the golden sand and the humming waves. Their sight not only relaxed his eyes, but also calmed his soul, being a reminder of the beautiful place that he leaves in. That no matter what hardships he endured, he can call himself a very lucky man.

That simple landscape was changed by a familiar silhouette appearing on the beach. Despite the rain and the evening chill, the farmer walked hunched around the beach, looking for shells and other treasures. They were much skinnier than only a few months ago, wore a frown, seemingly stitched to their face, and their previously carefully combed hair was sticking in strands out of the flat, messy bun.

Elliott sighed. He had promised to himself that he won’t excavate this relationship, for both his own good and the farmer’s. But he knew himself all too well. He knew that he won’t be able to focus on his book again, and that restraining emotions was always a great weakness of his. He persevered long enough without saying to farmer more than a casual “hello”, it’s been weeks since they’ve had a real conversation. He missed the talks with farmer - they were oh so stimulating for both his mind and soul, and afterwards he always felt so calm and fulfilled, if left with the yearning for more. He’s been feeling so lonely recently.

“You have missed that beautiful specimen.” He said, handing to farmer a shell they’ve overlooked.

The farmer looked startled - they didn’t hear Elliott approaching, even though he didn’t try to be particularly stealthy when walking out of his hut and through the sand. Farmer gave the shell a quick glance, then looked at Elliott, looking away even faster when they eyes have met. A couple of seconds passed in silence, as they were estimating the most sensible way to deal with this situation.

„Thank you.” They said eventually, reaching for the shell but making sure to avoid skin-to-skin contact. Elliott couldn’t stop himself and moved his little finger just slightly, briefly touching farmer’s palm as they moved away. Was the electrifying trembling coming from both of them, or was his heart’s desire playing tricks on his senses?

“You shouldn’t be gathering here in the rain, all alone.” He said, as he crouched on the beach and started combing his hands through the sand. “This hassle is easier for two”.

“Thank you, but I’m doing just fine on my own, Elliott”. The farmer accented the last word stronger than they intended to. They tried, but couldn’t break away from the times they pronounced this name very differently, in tones varying from calm to passionate delight. “Y-you can come back to your cabin.” Oh, how they hated themselves for stuttering in this moment.

Elliott did not leave and the farmer didn’t chase him away again. For some time they worked in silence, maintaining their distance, the farmer turned to Elliott with their back, and Elliott approaching only to put shell found by him in farmer’s basket. After this he immediately went back to his previous distant position, but couldn’t resist stealing a couple of glances at the frail, yet beautiful figure and their chestnut hair, heavy with drops of the drizzle. After what could have been anything from ten minutes to an hour, the farmer at last broke the silence.

„I said” - they said standing up and trying to flick as much sand as possible of their clothes before departure - „I am doing just fine on my own”

Elliott looked at them, still from the kneeling position, wanting to never have to stand up from the beach. He felt like he could spend hundreds of years just looking up at them, admiring their glowing beauty, even if it was dimmed by the months of sacrificing themselves for a cause that was devouring then from the inside. The writer finally stood up. He knew indulging in the sight any longer wouldn’t be fair for the object of his solicitude. Rising, he lessened the distance between them, which caused his heart to beat a little faster.

“Ash…” He whispered the diminutive of their name, which they were known under by everyone in the village “It’s not true. We both know that you need help”

The look they gave him expressed both anger and deep feeling of betrayal. They both knew that with his last sentence Elliott bringed up the topic that should have stayed untouched.

“I have to go back and take care of Shane.”

“What, he drank all his »emergency stash« again and wants you to change his urine-soaked pants?”

That last sentence was not fair. All of Pelican Town knew that Shane had successfully cut back on drinking and became something of a redeemed hero, praised for his beautiful blue chickens and a new positive attitude. But most of the townspeople didn’t know how big of an emotional burden his problems still caused and who had to bore it.

“He is *hurting*, Elliott. You’re above making mockery of someone’s suffering.”

„You’re right, but what about *your* suffering?” - Elliott’s voice trembled with anger and frustration, his gestures became rapid and erratic - „Ash, you can’t keep devitalize yourself to fuel everyone around you. The fact that Shane is in pain doesn’t justify him treating you like this.”

“You know nothing about our relationship!” The farmer became agitated, seemingly not even noticing the rain getting heavier.

“Oh, it is a mystery to uncover!” Elliott didn’t even bother trying to hide the dark irony in his voice. “I know nothing about you indeed! Nothing, except the fact that since you are with him you walk like you expect sudden danger around every corner. I know nothing, except that you’re getting skinnier and paler every week, and the light disappeares from your eyes. No, *nothing*, but that unimportant detail, that whenever you *don’t* take care of Shane you practically run from his home as if you were chased by something!”

“What the heck is wrong with you Elliott, did you abandon your book to become a detective? Are you spying on me?!”

“I need no deduction skills to see what’s happening to you, it should be obvious for anyone with half a brain cell!”

He blew up, he did it again. He thought for sure that his emotions can be rein in this time, but as it turnes out, calmly thinking about a topic and actually bringing it up were two completely different experiences. When he actually had to face seeing farmer so deep in their thinly veiled misery that somehow stayed unnoticed by everyone but him, when he saw these beautiful, tired eyes and knew that soon they will be heading Shane’s household instead of his… He burned inside.

The rain got heavier.

“Ash… you know you are not happy with him. You threw away what we’ve had, and what for, for…”

“There was never anything serious between us”

“But it could have been! You know our moments together were magical, dearest. But even them don’t matter to me at all when compared to your peace and safety. You can throw me out, you can tell me to never see you again, if it only would mean that you’d also be away from that… that piece of…”

“Elliott, do not bad mouth my fiance!”

“He doesn’t deserve you! He deserves to rot in the deepest pits of hell for what he made of you!”

“IF I LEFT HIM HE WOUKD KILL HIMSELF!”

There was a moment of silence, filled only with panting and sounds of water from the sky and the sea. Rain turned into a downpour, but some of the water on farmer’s face descended from their circled, teary eyes. Both of them knew that this conversation only hurts them deeper, and both of them couldn’t stop.

“Don’t you understand what you’re asking of me? You want me to what, abandon Shane, leave him to his own demons, and live with the fact that if he ever harms himself it’s *my* fault? Is that what you want, for me to bear guilt of someone’s death to the end of my life?!”

“Then maybe I’ll also attempt to execute myself!” Elliott almost completely lost control over the words that left his mouth. Now they were driven only by his passion, anger and writer’s innate dramatics, which were a terrible fit for the situation. “If that’s the only way for a person to gain your interest in them! Look at you, you’d tire yourself to death taking care of everything that needs it, everybody in your entourage must be indigent and grateful, but the moment they try to give you anything in return you throw them away like a worthless trash!”

“Don’t try the emotional blackmail with me, Elliott!”

“I will, if this proves to be the only way to save you from your own stupidity! How can you not see that Shane hurts you?!”

“And what do you think you are doing right now?!”

Their screaming at each other outshouted howling wind, crashing waves, and even the lightning strikes approaching from the distance. When they stopped shouting, it seemed like there was a moment of perfect stillness, an eye of the storm in which Elliott stared at his beloved farmer with fury and disbelief, and the farmer returned the stare of rage and reproach. How could they not realize what dedicating themselves to Shane does to them? How much longer till Elliott manages to break them out of it?

The writer felt basket with seashells shoved right into his abdomen, and moments later, with scattered ocean treasure lying all around him, he watched farmer’s back quickly drifting away. He picked up the basker from the sand and threw it as far as he could, but it didn’t bring him any relief. He shouted, threw himself all over the stormy beach, ran towards the waves and screamed at them, trying to drown all his longing, fury and frustration. Huge wave crashed over him, sending soaked writer face-deep into the thick, wet sand. Elliott let out the tears. First he was crying, then weeping, and finally howling, hoping to cry his heart out so he wouldn’t have to feel the empty space inside of it. Struggling, he brought himself up to his knees, then stood up, and slowly dragged himself into the cabin and then under the shower. Lukewarm water washed salt and sand out of him, and let his thoughts flow in an at least somewhat manageable stream.

He has to go to them. Some of the things he said were stupid, almost unforgivable. Threatening to commit suicide? That was not only disgusting and manipulative, this was making him behave exactly like Shane. Farmer doesn’t need another toxic presence in their life, heck, they don’t deserve to suffer through even one!

He has to go and apologize right now, and above all let farmer know that whatever and whenever they need, they can always come to him. Let them scream at him, cry on his shoulder, tell him to leave them alone - whatever will be needed in that situation.

Sudden change in water temperature pulled Elliott out of his deliberations. Even after all the time spent in his cabin, he never remembered to escape the ice cold strike when the warm water ran it's course. He loved losing himself in thought under the shower all too much.

Writer dried himself quickly, then put on first shirt and trousers he could find in the drawer, and covered it with barely functional raincoat. For a brief moment he regretted that most of his clothes were more stylish than practical, but that thought disappeared as quickly as always.

Elliott ventured outside again, into the rain as heavy as when he parted ways with the farmer. Maybe heavier, if that was even possible. Something cracked under his foot when he was walking through the beach. Of course - the poor mistreated basket. He should bring the shells back to Ash, it would be a pity if this amount of searching went to waste. Furthermore, they deserved the financial profit. Farmer filled most of the basket by themselves and shouldn’t lose on their hard work because of Elliott’s immature temper tantrum.

Some time passed before writer found all the scattered seashells that weren’t buried back in sand or taken by the waves, but he was determined to properly make up for his mistakes. He was thinking about what he will say to the farmer, repeating phrases and shaping them in his mind, trying to imagine most proper tone.

Even after leaving the beach Elliott was so lost in thought he only noticed after some time that he walked past the right path. Or rather, reflexively chose the path that should have been right. He went towards the house on Ash’s farm, but they no longer lived in it, they only came during the day to take care of their crops and animals. Shane’s house was where he would find them. Or rather Marnie’s ranch, where Shane leached off of her pity and her money, keeping farmer in his stuffy, dirty room like some kind of prisoner. Elliott shivered at the thought of the most important person in his life switching from their beautiful, rustic home to that monster’s cave.

“Keep calm” - he reproved himself, knowing that he musn’t fire his grudge, not when he needs to properly apologize and fully be there for the farmer. Elliott was just about to turn back and go towards Marnie’s ranch, when he noticed something that caused a sinking hunch of dread in his stomach. The windows of the clinic were lit up. At that hour? Of course, it's perfectly possible that doctor Harvey was just running some tests on the samples he got from his patients… or somebody had an emergency. Nagging glint of intuition caused Elliott to push the door.

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OH MY GOD I'M SORRY!! I'M SORRY!! I JUST WANTED TO FIND OUT BUT IN THE PROCESS I BROKE BOTH OUR HEARTS!! (っ °Д °;)っ

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👀👀 personally I’m not using mods, but gladly watch the content they provide

auughghgh no he's having nightmares ;n;

makes me wonder if like... vanilla Elliott would be the same, or is it the unfortunate circumstances that made Yandere!Elliott the way that he is that contributed to this :v

I THOUGHT YOU'D NEVER ASK 8D

I know this expression is meant to be unnerving and had it not been for the context... this would be a really sweet moment ajfhksdhfsdgkjh

SIR. WHY IS YOUR SHIRT OPEN LIKE THAT,,