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mtreebeardiles · 11 months

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Stardew Effect, Summer, Year 1, pt 17

An update! Hey! Another chapter I had partially written and finally did something about!

Full chapter over on AO3!

"So you're having these dreams every night, now?"

The question was quiet, for all the bar wasn't overly crowded at this time of day. Not entirely empty, a few regulars seated in the booths on the other side of the main room for lunch, but Kaidan didn't want to risk drawing unwanted attention.

Bad enough Everett looked asleep on his feet.

The other man fought back a yawn as Kaidan watched, largely failing, and rubbed at an eye.

"Pretty much, yeah," Evvy replied, blinking down at the glass in his hand as if needing a moment to remember how it had gotten there and why. "S'not quite like the other ones, though."

"Yeah?"

Everett's brow furrowed and he resumed cleaning the glass. "Keeps taking me somewhere I don't recognize." He glanced up, catching Kaidan's eye, and added, "all the others are places around here, in the Valley. I mean I guess this place could be, too, but not any part of the Valley I'm familiar with."

Kaidan hummed, leaving off on any follow-up as another customer wandered over to place an order. Everett managed a smile, a little tired around the edges, and excused himself to drop the ticket off to the kitchen.

Kaidan resettled on his bar stool, absently tapping his fingers against the side of his glass of lemonade, puzzling over the details Everett had shared with him so far. The dreams in and of themselves weren't anything new; Evvy had told him about them once it became clear they were a recurring thing. Some tie or other with whatever forest spirits resided in the abandoned Community Center, and he didn't think it was a coincidence that the dreams had started taking on a different tone when Liara had vanished. Some kind of warning, he figured, though to what end he couldn't begin to guess. Liara was gone, the circumstances as uncertain now as they had been before, and they already knew about mines.

"What'd this place look like?" Kaidan found himself asking once Evvy had returned. The other man sighed, leaning a hip against the bar as he considered.

"It was… dark? Seemed like a swamp, maybe? Not really the climate or environment for that sort of thing around here, but I guess stranger shit has happened."

"And is this coming from our, uh… Community Center friends, too?"

"Yes and no?" Everett grabbed a rag, absently scrubbing at the bar top. "It feels different, somehow, but they're there, still. But kinda like they're along for the ride, and I have no idea who's driving." He chewed on his lower lip a moment before glancing up at Kaidan again. "And… you don't have weird dreams, right? Or visions or…whatever this is?"

Kaidan shook his head, reaching out to cover Evvy's hand with his own. The other man looked exhausted in more ways than one. Maybe they weren't going through the same thing, but he remembered what it had felt like, to have something going on that he couldn't easily share with anyone else. Remembered how isolating it had been, how isolating it still could be, and the irony of finally finding some sense of common ground in this place so tucked away from the rest of the world he'd known wasn't lost on him.

He just wished he could do more to help Everett.

Maybe I can… He drew a fingertip along the exposed line of Evvy's wrist, following the trail of his tattoo. Maybe there were things he could do, things he just didn't know about yet.

Maybe it was time he headed back to Liara's tower to see if he could dig up any other answers.

He stopped at home after his lunch with Everett before making his way to the tower, following the main trails down into the grassy stretch of land immediately to the south of his farm. A ranch was situated off to the east, owners he still hadn't properly met yet, and farther down from there was a cottage settled near the edge of the river. Some loner lived there according to Everett, a woman largely uninterested in socializing with the rest of the townsfolk, and Kaidan supposed he could appreciate that.

Wonder if she's seen anything though… Doubtful, though he had to wonder if Everett knew everyone in the Valley who was…aware… of the sort of oddities they'd encountered so far. Monsters in the mines clear on the other side of town were one thing, but it wasn't entirely outside the realm of possibility that someone living in the shadow of an honest-to-god wizard's tower might've seen a thing or two.

He just doubted they'd know enough to understand what they were seeing, if they'd seen anything at all.

Absolute last resort, he thought, angling for the path that would take him past the lake and to the tower in the distance. And not without Evvy. Someone keen on maintaining their privacy probably wouldn't like some strange new neighbor appearing on their doorstep asking weird questions.

The tower didn’t look any different as Kaidan drew closer -- no change in the air, no change in general atmosphere, just as empty and dark and dreary as it'd been the last time he'd come here. He pushed open the heavy door and stepped inside, setting the portable lamp he'd snagged from his cabin on the table to help brighten the darker corners natural sunlight couldn't quite reach.

If he'd been hoping for some evidence that someone may have come and gone, he was sorely disappointed. A fine layer of dust lay over every surface, kicking up as he shuffled around to investigate. He sneezed rapidly in succession, eyes watering, and made a mental note to come back with a broom and duster to clean the place up a little.

Least I can do for her, he thought, stubbornly refusing to accept the possibility that she may not come back at all.

He made his way towards the far side of the main room, hefting the lantern closer so he could read over the spines of the books she had arranged on the shelves back there. Plenty didn't bear titles at all, and of the ones that did, many were in a language he couldn't read, or written in characters he didn't recognize. Several of them bore evidence of heavy use -- dog-eared pages in some that he took off the shelf and flipped through, notes scribbled in the margins of dense text or complicated diagrams. Whatever sort of power Liara had, Kaidan already knew it was a fair amount more complicated than what he himself could do -- if his was more a manipulation of physical properties (mass, if Liara was correct, and so far as he could tell that definitely tracked), then hers was something more akin to the sort of magic you'd hear about in fantasy novels. Spells and shit, components and wands and potions, things that required some measure of care in order to elicit certain results.

Kaidan carefully shut the book again and slipped it back into its place with a sigh, glancing around with a frown. Some of the books struck him as…guides, almost. Textbooks, like the sort you'd expect to see in a school or library. He never had asked Liara where she'd learned, and if she were making her own notes in these books it stood to reason someone else had written them.

But who? And where would they have come from? Could they even be contacted?

Or maybe she has something laying around, some diary or…or…wizard's address book?

He felt stupid even thinking it, but he couldn't exactly picture Liara making do with something like a phone. Her home was hardly the epitome of modern technology or comfort, the tower something so out of step with the times he wondered if it'd been here long before she'd come to live in it.

He stepped back from the shelves, looking up towards the ceiling, then towards the curtained off area near the back.

Well, she clearly doesn’t sleep on this level, he thought, taking a deep breath and stepping forward. He pulled the curtain back, revealing a wooden door with an ornate handle -- a handle that turned, much to his relief, allowing the door to slide open. The air beyond wasn't as fresh, not helped by the stone cut of the spiraling staircase beyond, and he figured it'd be in his best interest to open some of the windows on his way up.

Please don't let this be a mistake.

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stardew-vxlley · 4 years

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autumn nights

summary: as the months go by, the farmer feels more and more at home in the valley. One chilly autumn night, she stops by the saloon for dinner and decides to do something nice for Shane.

word count: 1293

pairings: shane x fem!farmer

warnings: mentions of alcohol

a/n: hey everybody! this is my stardew valley fanfic debut, i’m so in love with this game, and i’m of course in love with chicken boy. every new save file i make i tell myself to marry someone else but i just cant do it. anyways enjoy some fluff! its broken up to bounce between perspectives! xx

The heavy wooden door of Stardrop Saloon heaved open, hinges groaning. With a gust of cold autumn air, the farmer bounced inside, shivering.

“Hey, Gus!” she called, hanging up her coat and moving to stand by Pierre at the bar. Gus glanced over from his conversation with Pam and grinned at the farmer, raising the glass he was cleaning in acknowledgement.

“How are things on the farm?” Pierre asked her cheerfully.

“I’m well into the season!” she laughed. “I think my pumpkins are going to be the biggest they’ve ever been this year.”

Gus appeared in front of them, putting the clean glass away under the bar and laying the dish rag over his shoulder. “What can I get the lovely lady this evening?”

“Oh, just the usual for dinner,” she replied. “To-go, please.”

“You won’t stay?” Pierre asked, shocked. “It’s a Friday night--everyone is here!”

Truthfully, the farmer was exhausted. This fall season was an ambitious one--she may have planted more than she could sow. “I really should get back and--”

“C’mon, I’ll buy you a beer,” Pierre nudged her. “Just one. You deserve a break every now and then.”

She smiled, ignoring her tired muscles. “Alright, alright--one beer. And some pizza, please.”

“I’ll get that pizza, Emily will get you that beer once she’s done topping off Shane’s glass,” Gus replied, disappearing into the back.

The farmer glanced over at the end of the bar to where Shane was usually brooding with his pint of beer, only to find him looking right back at her. Her cheeks turned red and she quickly averted her gaze, turning to pay attention to whatever Pierre had been chatting about.

Shane watched all the other villagers living their happy lives around him as he sat in his corner, drinking his beer. With each sip, he sank deeper and deeper into his angry sorrow. Until the door to the saloon blew open with the gusty autumn wind and...she walked in.

He watched as she smiled--that beautiful smile--and greet Gus cheerfully. Shane wondered if he would ever be able to look that happy again. Her cheeks were rosy in the dim light of the saloon, and he eyed Pierre with jealousy as the farmer slid onto the bar stool next to him. The jukebox was playing just a little too loud for him to overhear their conversation, but judging by the looks of it, they were talking about her farm. Shane noticed that her eyes lit up every time she spoke about it. He stared at his reflection in the near-empty pint of beer, wishing she would look like that if she talked about him.

“--you won’t stay?” Shane heard Pierre protesting. He glanced up, eyebrows furrowed in concern.

She was beginning to shake her head, but Pierre offered to buy her a beer if she stayed. As Shane watched her, he began to notice how tired she really looked underneath her cheerful disposition. After several moments, she put on another smile and nodded in agreement.

“--Emily will get you that beer once she’s done topping off Shane’s glass,” he heard Gus say, and suddenly the farmer was looking at him. Her eyes caught his for a second, before she quickly looked away and turned back to talk to Pierre.

Shane’s heart was beating so fast, he was afraid the entire saloon would hear. It was as if his world stopped for a second when she looked at him--but then he remembered how quickly she looked away. Emily came back around and took his glass, and he shook his head.

“Get me a bigger stein,” he muttered, his eyes fixed on the wooden bar.

“Shane…” Emily frowned. “Alright. But only one.”

“Thank you so much for the--hic--beer, Pierre,” the farmer hiccuped, and laughed. “But I don’t think I can finish this pizza.”

Emily was wiping down the bar in front of them. “I think Shane could use something to eat,” she said, motioning towards him. “He’s only had beer since he got here.”

“Really?” the farmer frowned. “I’ll see if he’ll take this off my hands.”

She slid off the stool and picked up the plate of pizza, moving down the bar. Shane was in his own world, staring at his beer. The farmer cleared her throat, startling him.

“Hi,” she said, suddenly at a loss for words. “Uh--”

“Can I help you?” he bluntly asked, his words slurring a bit. “I’m very busy.”

The farmer glanced at the stein and bit her lip. “I can see that. Well...I heard you like pizza, and I was wondering if you’d help me out and finish this for me. I ate way too much.”

Now it was Shane’s turn to be speechless. He sat up straighter and eyed the pizza, mouth practically drooling. “I do love pizza...how did you know?”

“Just the word on the street,” she teased, smiling at him. She pushed the plate closer to him and stepped back. “See you around.”

“See you,” he mumbled, picking up a slice as she walked away.

The farmer lifted her coat off the coat rack and waved goodbye to Lewis and Marnie as she slipped it on. While she walked back to her farm, the autumn air whispering that winter was on its way, her cheeks stayed warm and rosy. She was thinking about Shane, and how much he seemed to appreciate that small gesture. Maybe she was finally taking the first step to breaking down his walls.

Shane’s head felt muddled and clouded as he drank his sadness away. All that mattered was the golden beer sitting in front of him. And maybe a nap…

He suddenly heard someone clearing their throat. Blinking through the drunken haze, he looked over to his left and saw the farmer standing there, a plate of delicious pizza in her hands.

“Hi,” she started, but then seemed to lose her train of thought. “Uh--”

“Can I help you?” he found himself slurring. Stupid. Say something else. Say something funny. “I’m very busy.” That’s not funny, dumbass.

A slight smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, her eyes darting to his empty glass and she bit her lip. “I can see that.”

A beat of silence passed and she held up the plate of food. “Well, I heard you like pizza, and I was wondering if you’d help me out and finish this for me. I ate way too much.”

Shane blinked in disbelief. She was giving him pizza? For free? He looked at it sitting there on the plate, and his mouth watered. “I do love pizza.” Someone must have told her. “How did you know?”

“Just the word on the street,” she grinned, a delightfully adorable twinkle in her eyes. She set the plate down on the bar and pushed it towards him. “See you around.”

“See you,” Shane murmured, picking up a slice and watching her walk away. As she waved goodbye to Lewis and Marnie, he realized that everyone here truly adored her. His cheeks turned pink as he wondered about the possibility of him being one of those people. When she disappeared out of the door and into the autumn night, he sat there and contemplated that thought, finishing the pizza.

And even after Gus gave last call, as Shane walked back home to Marnie’s ranch, he didn’t realize that as he thought about the farmer, the way she lit up a room--for the first time in a very long time, he had absolutely no desire to drink.

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