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whats up shaniacs. shane video part 2 is now birthed from my womb and has emerged wet and covered in viscera into the world

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Spellbound - Harvey x Female Farmer

Chapter 13 - His Favorite Patient

CW: There is some smut towards the end of this chapter! Feel free to skip that bit if you're only in this for the plot.

“I never took you for the type of guy to wear a speedo,” I tease him.

He snorts a laugh, “It’s a very normal bathing suit!”

“I mean, I’m not complaining, it’s just not what I expected.”

Harvey agreed to come over to the farmhouse. He actually agreed right away, but there was something off about his response. Not what he said or the way he said it, just the look in his eyes. I think it was hesitation? Maybe nerves? It was so subtle. So I’m trying to discern that now, as we walk through the mountain pass, west towards Pebble Creek.

I slip my hand into his. He’s laughing like usual and making normal eye contact, so I almost drop it. But his hands are clammy. 

“You feeling okay?” I ask.

He looks at me, like he’s trying to read me just as much as I’m trying to read him.

“Yeah,” he responds casually, “Are you?”

“Well, I’m a bit nervous,” I say, which is true, “This will be our first time and we haven’t really talked much about it.”

He turns so red that he’s almost glowing in the dark.

“Uh—I, yeah,” he stutters, “So it’s official then? We’re having sex?”

Lord.

“That’s what I implied, yes.”

“Right,” he says, “That’s what I understood.”

“What I’m trying to ask is if you’re okay with that?”

He looks at me, making eye contact, “Absolutely.”

Okay, he sounds sure. I feel better now. He’s probably just nervous and doesn’t want to admit it. 

So, we keep walking, his hands hand still sticky with sweat. 

“It’s been a while for me,” I admit to him, “What about you?”

It’s quiet enough amongst the trees that I can hear him swallow.

“You could say the same for me,” he tells me.

“Anyone in the valley?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.

“I haven’t dated since moving here, you’re my first.”

“So there was someone in the Zuzu?” I ask again.

“Yes, and we were together for several years until she found someone she liked better. So that was the end of that,” he says, when he finishes, I can tell he doesn’t want to continue with this topic. 

“I’d say it’s been about a couple of seasons for me,” I tell him, changing the subject back to me.

“I thought you said you didn’t have much time for dating in Zuzu?” he asks, not in an accusing way, more like he was genuinely curious.

“Well, dating is a lot more time-consuming than a casual hookup.”

“Ah,” he says, “To be honest, I’m nervous as well.”

“That’s okay,” I tell him, “I think I’d be offended if you weren’t nervous.”

“Oh yeah?”

“For sure,” I say, looking at him now, “It means you like me enough to care about how this goes.”

“Makes sense,” he smiles, “It hasn’t been very long since this started, but it feels like I’ve known you for longer.”

“Not what you expected, huh?”

“Yeah, it feels like so much has happened, but really, it hasn’t even been a full season,” he says.

“You did have to save me a few times, so I think that made things get serious pretty quickly,” I joke.

“Don’t tell anyone, but you’re my favorite patient.”

His little joke makes me giggle. He squeezes my hand, and when I squeeze his back, I notice how clammy it still is. 

“All jokes aside,” I start, “I think we should talk about some bedroom-related precautions.”

I kept my eyes on him as I said that, noticing the same look in his eyes from earlier. It’s not nerves, he’s being shifty.

“Okay,” he says with subtle enthusiasm.

“No need for a condom, I’ve been on the pill for a few years now,” I say.

“Sounds good.”

“Great.”

There’s an awkward silence for what feels like forever. Thank Yoba we’re nearing my property line. Usually, the silence between us is comfortabl,e but this is unbearable. Why is he so weird about this? I want so badly to change the subject, but something is off here.

And then I remember. The bouquet I bought at Pierre’s today is sitting in a vase on the dining room table. So I guess that’s happening tonight too. Awesome. Fuck.

Now my palms are sweating and I’m catastrophizing. It was so easy for me to stop by Pierre’s on my way home today. The price wasn’t even that bad. What’s stopping him from literally going next door for what felt like a quick errand? Why wouldn’t he want to? There’s a barrier here, and he isn’t telling me what it is.

Should I ask? It’s tempting. But I’m a casual overthinker. This could just be nerves, right?

Either way, I can see my mailbox from where we’re walking. The farmhouse is around the corner. 

“Hey, Harvey?” I interrupt the few minutes of silence we just had.

“Yes?”

“We’re getting close, I’m going to step inside really quick. I left a bit of a mess after my fishing trip this morning. Let me clean things up before you come in. Please.”

He looks at me a bit confused.

“Of course, take your time.”

“Thanks.”

Less than a minute later, we’re climbing the stairs to my porch.

“Okay,” I say as I unlock the front door, “I only need a minute.”

Before he can answer, I scurry in, shutting the door behind me, and beelining it to the vase on the table. I carefully pick it up, take a moment to think of a good hiding spot, and settle on the hallway closet. 

With my secret stowed away, I jog back over to the door and swing it open. He was standing in the same spot I left him.

“That was quick,” he says, stepping inside.

I shut and lock the door behind him. 

“Yeah, it wasn’t as much as I thought,” I fib, “Why don’t you take a seat on the couch and I’ll open the wine.”

“Great idea.”

He doesn’t hesitate to make himself comfortable in the living room while I pour two glasses of fruit wine, deliberately picking the bottle with the highest alcohol content to take the edge off. Or at least try to.

“Here you go,” I say, handing him a glass, “Let me know what you think.”

“Is this one of your homemade bottles?” he asks with interest, sticking his nose into the glass and sniffing it.

“It is,” I smile through a sip from my own glass.

He doesn’t hesitate and takes a decent swig.

“Wow,” he says, with wide eyes, “Careful, I can probably finish a bottle of this on my own.”

I laugh as the image of him wine drunk on my couch flashes across my mind.

“There’s plenty more where that came from,” I tell him, “Drink up.”

And “drink up” we do. It doesn’t take us long to finish the bottle, and I have to make a trip downstairs to the cellar to grab a fresh one. And then another one.

The edge has officially been taken off. So much so that I can’t remember what I was so worried about earlier. He’s making me laugh and blush from where he sits on the couch, it feels like I’m dreaming.

“So you could barely see me at the bathhouse?” I ask, teasing him about his eyesight.

“I can’t even see my own hand when I hold it out in front of my face,” he says, laughing with his hand outstretched to demonstrate.

“Whoa,” I gasp, “I’m kind of curious to see what you see.”

“Well, I think it’ll be pretty close if you try on my glasses.”

“Can I?” I ask, scooting towards him on the couch.

“Sure,” he says, taking off his glasses and putting them on my face.

Between the wine and these glasses, I can’t even see my hand two inches away from my face.

“Jeez, how did you get around in the bathhouse without them?” 

He laughs before saying, “I don’t think the wine is being helpful, but I can get around just fine as long as I can see general shapes.”

I take them off and hand them back to him. Before he puts them back on, I get a good look at him without them. It reminds me of where we left off at the bathhouse. I was so distracted by friendly banter that I almost forgot 

With his glasses back on, Harvey looks up at me. 

“I didn’t get to see you in your swimsuit.”

My heart leaps in my chest.

“Well, you’ll have to wear your glasses next time we meet at the bathhouse,” I tease back.

“But that’s impractical,” he taunts back, glancing down at the strings of my bikini sticking out over the collar of my t-shirt.

I think I know where this is going.

“Then what do you suggest?”

It’s getting hard to tell if he’s flushed from the conversation or from the alcohol. He sets his wineglass down on the coffee table.

“Please don’t make me say it, Bino,” he says, breaking eye contact.

“There are other ways to get what you want,” I say, closing the remaining space between us on the couch, “I also don’t mind taking charge.”

He answers me with eager eyes, so I run a hand up his thigh without breaking eye contact as I peer at him through my lashes. He tenses up a bit under my touch.

I lean toward him and start planting soft kisses along his neck and jaw. His hands find my waist, and he pulls me even closer. It feels like I’m sitting on the edge of the couch, arching my back so that my body is against his as much as physically possible in this position.

I leave a few more kisses along his jawline before I transition to his lips. He gasps through his nose, sending flutters through my chest and stomach. There’s a hand in my hair now and the kiss quickly intensifies.

I wrap my arms around his neck and swiftly change my position to straddle him, grinding slightly against his lap. He groans softly into my mouth, so I slip my tongue between his lips and move it in circles around his. 

I pull away for a moment to get a good look at him, all hot and bothered, but also to pull off my shirt and bask in his reaction. His lips are parted and glossy with saliva. I dive back into kissing him, and he moves a hand from my waist to my chest, caressing one of my breasts softly yet with urgency. I can feel his dick through his pants as I squirm in his lap.

I was so entranced by it that I didn’t realize his other hand was tugging at the strings of my bikini top, causing the triangles of fabric to fall forward, exposing my hard nipples. Both of his hands are now on my bare skin, but I can tell he wants more, and so do I.

I start fussing with his collar, loosening his tie and popping the buttons one by one, starting at the top. His chest hair begins to poke through from over his undershirt. I run my hand over his it, feeling his heart beat hard and fast. 

His shirt and tie are now on the floor somewhere close to mine. The undershirt didn’t stay on for much longer either. 

At the rate we’re going, panting and pawing at each other, it isn’t long before I’m in my bikini bottom, knelt in front of him, and unbuckling his belt.

I can hear him panting as he watches me pull off his pants, his underwear leaving little to the imagination. There are at least seven inches in there.

I slip a finger into the waistband of his briefs and just as I’m about to slip them down to test (and taste) my prediction, Harvey grabs me by the wrist, stopping me.

“Wait,” he says between breaths.

I freeze and look up at him. There’s some clarity now as I remember the look he gave me at the bathhouse.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, concerned.

“Sorry, I-” he pauses and sighs, “I should probably mention something.”

I sit back on the couch, feeling a bit awkward on my knees.

“What do you mean?” 

“Earlier, I said it had been a while,” he starts, “It’s actually been much longer than that.”

I cock my head, the wheels are turning, but there’s no way.

“Are you—”

“I am,” he interrupts me, looking at the ground, “I’m sorry— I should have said something I just—”

“Hang on don’t apologize,” I put a hand on his shoulder, “It changes nothing about how I feel for you, and I’m sorry I made you feel like you couldn’t tell me.”

“No, you didn’t,” he tells me, “It’s something I wasn’t sure if I wanted to admit to myself.”

“Now that’s just silly,” I breathe a laugh, “You can trust me, I’m glad I know now, so we can take things at whatever pace you need.”

“That sounds nice,” he says, smiling softly now.

“Good,” I return his smile, “Let’s try something.”

I turn my body to face him, taking both his hands in mine.

“You’ll take the lead, touch me anywhere and I’ll mirror you, touching the same spots on you,” I explain, “How does that sound?”

“Good,” he says, looking into my eyes, then down at our hands, fingers intertwined.

He starts by taking his right hand and running it up my arm to then caress my face. I follow, tracing the same spots of his cheek with my fingers just as he does to mine.

I catch his gaze. It’s a comfortable place to be, it feels right and soft.

Harvey’s hand drops from my face now, grazing my shoulder before landing in the center of my chest. He presses his palm against my heart, and I flush at the thought of him knowing how quick my heart rate is right now. 

Again, I mirror his movements and place my hand over his heart, feeling his chest pound, possibly harder than mine. 

He then takes both hands and runs them up my back, sending an electric current across my skin, making it hard for me to keep my promise of following in his example.

I feel him pull me closer, we’re embracing now. He turns his face towards mine, our noses touching, before leaning in to kiss me with determination, a confidence that wasn’t there before.

I moan into his mouth as he pulls me onto his lap, my arms around his neck.

He tugs at the strings on my bikini bottom, loosening them, and I feel the strings dangle to the sides of my thighs. I help him and rip them out from under me, tossing them to the side. Leaving only one layer of fabric between us now. He’s so hard, and I’m so wet at this point.

“Are you ready?” I ask.

“Yes,” he consents enthusiastically.

I help him wiggle out of his boxers, and he looks at me bewitched, in a trance. The wine goggles are making his pupils look like hearts.

His tip is pressed against my opening, my insides yearning for him to fill me. So I lower myself onto him and listen to the chorus of moans that escape his lips with each thrust. 

He can’t say words, only animalistic sounds as I ride him on the couch, making sure to go deep and slow. I take breaks in between kissing him to leave hickies on his collarbone.

His moans become more intense, and I can feel his fingers digging into my ass. So I pick up the pace. 

“I’m close,” he manages.

“I know,” I pant.

I start going faster and deeper until I feel him tense up beneath me, filling me with hot cum that spills out of me before he even gets the chance to pull out.

He doesn’t scream or put on a whole show, just groans into my ear. I collapse on top of him, out of breath and satisfied with the look on his face.

“Wow,” he says, which makes me cringe a bit, but I’m flattered.

“You okay?” I ask.

“More than okay,” he pants, “You’re incredible.”

I feel myself blush.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

“Can I,” he pauses, “Return the favor?

“I’m all yours, doctor.”

AN: Hope this chapter eats as hard as I think it does LOL

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Spellbound - Harvey x Female Farmer

Chapter 12 - Wading in the Deep End (Harvey's POV)

Yipee! Another Harvey POV chapter! And some Harvey headcanons? Epic.

The clinic was unbearably slow today. So slow that I got to watch a butterfly emerge from it’s chrysalis, stretch its wings, and fly away before someone walked in. 

It’s on days like this that I am, surprisingly, the most exhausted at the end. Worn out by boredom, I guess. It doesn’t help that it feels like I’ve also spent the whole day waiting for Bino to pass by, but nothing. 

So while I do nothing, I let myself daydream, replaying the moments of intimacy we’ve been sharing the past few days. It’s addicting. I end up falling down a rabbit hole as I try my best to remember every detail of every kiss to recreate the feeling it gave me in my chest. 

But with every ounce of ecstasy attached to these thoughts, a shadow of doubt tends to linger in the corner of my mind, and I know it’s what’s stopping me from buying a bouquet. I want to, don’t get me wrong. But love isn’t something I expected to find while living here. I was getting ready to die a single virgin in Stardew Valley. So sue me for being a little nervous about bringing it up. 

To clarify, I’ve had partners, but most of them were short-term, and the furthest we got was third base before life got in the way. My best excuse is that I was in an eight-year-long relationship all throughout college and some of med school.  Her name was Shelley and she wanted to wait until marriage which I respected. So eight years go by and the topic of marriage started to come up but she always dismissed it. I didn’t think much of it as I was happy and in love, so I was shocked to find out that she had begun seeing someone behind my back. And of course, that was where things ended.

I haven’t come to terms with it just yet and I keep telling myself otherwise, but the heartbreak is the reason I ran away from the city. I can tell myself it was the work and lifestyle all I want, but here I’ve been, avoiding any thoughts of her and throwing myself into work for the past three years.

I closed the clinic fifteen minutes earlier than usual. I step outside and the hot air feels good on my face after sitting in a sterile doctor’s office all day. Call me crazy, but I’d say it’s a perfect day to soak in the bathhouse. It’s always empty on days like this, no one, not even Alex, wants to soak in hot water with this weather. But the trick is you have to go at this hour, when the sun is getting a bit low. Once it falls behind the mountains, it gets nice and cool out.

And just as I predicted, it’s chilly by the time I get to the bathhouse, especially after walking the past fifteen minutes in the shade. The crickets are starting to chirp and the orange sky is turning a pinkish purple. 

I step into the bathhouse and through the corridor to the men’s lockerroom. It’s empty and the all lockers are open. So far, so good. I’m expecting the pools to be just as empty. 

I change into my swimsuit and slip my clothes, shoes, and glasses into a locker and carry a towel out to the co-ed pools. It’s always dark in here, too. I feel like I can hide, even when there are other patrons.

To the best of my ability, I scan the surface of the steamy water through blurry vision. I don’t see any bobbing heads, so I officially allow myself to get excited now and lower myself into the pool.

I sigh as I let the water envelope me, warming my cool skin. I close my eyes and sit neck-deep at the shallower end of the pool. Man, I’d get a lot fewer patients complaining about aches, pains, and stress if they visited the bathhouse once a week. It feels like I’m in heaven right now.

Maybe I should invite Bino here one of these nights. The hot water has to feel good after a day of farm work. And maybe we could get dinner after?

I picture her swimming in the misty pools with her hair loose, making eyes at me, swimming towards me. My chest feels warm as it does when I’m with her.

With my eyes still closed, I run my hand up my arm to my shoulder, imagining it’s hers. Her hands are a lot smaller and calloused, so I try to imagine that too. 

Wouldn’t she be in a bathing suit as well? Oh gosh, she would be…

What color would it be? Maybe white? Like her dress at the flower dance? Or blue? Perhaps a two-piece?

I hope it’s one of those that you have to tie so that all I have to do is tug on a string to make it come loose. My heart is racing at this point. But what happens next? Now that she’s topless and her arms are around my neck? 

It’s always here that the fantasy ends. I get too nervous picturing her like that.

“Harvey?” I hear her voice call.

But I don’t know where things go from here, and I think I’m ashamed of it. I’ll be 34 in Winter, and this relationship is becoming important to me.

“Harvey, is that you?” I hear her voice again, shoving me off cloud nine and back to reality.

My heart was already pounding, but now it has to be beating records.

“Bino?” I respond, trying not to sound as surprised as I actually am, “What are you doing here?”

She giggles.

“Just winding down after a weird day,” she explains, “What about you?”

“Same, super weird.”

Thank Yoba for my shitty eyesight, I don’t think I would be able to face her right now if I could see her clearly.

“Was it busy at the clinic today?”

“The opposite, actually,” I reply, “Very boring, what about you?”

“Well, I tried to go fishing,” she says, “But I got… side-tracked.”

She finishes her sentence and wades a bit closer to me. Despite the blurry vision, I can tell she isn’t wearing any bandages on her forehead.

“Your stitches,” I start, “Why aren’t you wearing any bandages?”

“Oh,” she says, touching her head, “It’s gotten much better.”

I cock my head, squinting my eyes, trying to get a clearer look at the wound, but her skin appears smooth, like nothing was ever there to begin with. 

“I can see that, but it’s only been a couple of days. I’m just a bit surprised, is all.”

I’m shocked, actually.

“Right,” she pauses, but it’s hard for me to see the face she’s making, “I drank a healing potion.”

I audibly grunt. I should have known, put two and two together, but I must have subconsciously wished she hadn’t.

“Where did you get it?” I ask, trying to hide the concern in my voice.

“Rasmodius gave it to me.”

My stomach churns. It’s been several months at this point, but I was so clear with him. No more potions for the townspeople, especially after what happened to Abby. The panic is starting to set in.

“When did you drink it?” I ask cautiously to hide any anxiety in my voice, “And how are you feeling?”

“A few hours ago,” she explains, “And I’m feeling great actually, a bit overwhelmed by everything, but physically I feel pretty good.”

Relief passes through me. She must not be prone to any negative reactions. And although I’m relieved for her safety, a twinge of anger still lingers. He was reckless to give it to her. I sigh.

“Please be wary of what he gives you,” I say, “Health potions have been known to give some people pretty scary reactions.”

“Like what?” she asks.

“Well, he gave one to Abby a few months ago,” I start, “And it poisoned her; she could have died that day had he not brought her into the clinic. Her organs were failing.”

“Oh wow…” she says in a low tone, “He just gave it to me.”

“Right,” I say, “And I’m sure he meant well, but I’ve asked him not to do that anymore. I’m just relieved you’re okay, and at least it took care of your head.

“Like nothing even happened, huh?” she says, gesturing to her spot again.

“I can’t really tell right now,” I tell her, “My vision is horrible when I’m not wearing my glasses.”

“That’s right!” she says, wading a bit closer to me, “I think this is the first time I’ve seen you without your glasses.”

“Is it?” I ask, “I took them off to sleep the other night.”

“I was so out of it, though, it probably didn’t even register.”

“We’ll count this as the first time, then,” I say, “So, what do you think?”

I see her cock her head, move a bit closer to me, and hum to herself.

“Hmm, you have nice bone structure,” she says.

“Why, thank you!”

“And I love your nose.”

“You do?” I ask, a little baffled.

“I do,” she whispers.

She’s swimming close to me now. I feel her skin brush up against my arm, and it makes me shiver.

“Are you nervous?” she asks.

“No,” I answer quickly, “Why do you ask?”

“You just seem a bit stiff, is all,” she explains, now swimming in circles around me.

“I think that’s just how I am.”

“Well, you looked relaxed earlier before I came over, am I disturbing you?”

“Not at all!” I tell her, “I love your company.”

“You love it?”

Yoba, give me a break.

“It’s nice.”

“I’m glad,” she says, and stops in front of me, “I was worried that I was becoming a nuisance. It feels like you’ve had to save me on more occasions than I’d like to admit.”

“Never a nuisance,” I say, “It does make me worry about you.”

“You don’t have to worry about me,” she says, slightly defensive but with care.

“Well, we’re close, aren’t we?” I ask.

“Close could mean a lot of things, Harvey.”

Normally, it’s nice to hear her say my name. Not this time, though. I think I’m in trouble.

“How would you define it?” I ask her and step into her space. She’s looking up at me now. Checkmate? Maybe?

“I like you,” she says bluntly, sending whirls through my chest, “And I’m not seeing anyone but you.”

She inches closer to me, our skin nearly touching.

“I think that’s called an exclusive relationship?” I ask in a faux-serious tone.

“Yes, smart-ass,” she says, presumably rolling her eyes, “Well?”

I gulp. So she’s aware of the bouquet tradition. Which I’m not quite ready for.

Before I can form another thought, I slip my hand into hers, pulling her into a kiss. A broad answer, hopefully it’ll suffice for tonight. 

She follows and leans into the kiss, like a call and response. Once I deem it safe, I allow myself to seize the moment. Her skin is soft and warm as my hands explore the softness of her curves. It’s a two-piece bathing suit, and I can feel the strings dangling in the water as I touch her.

Her hands are all over me, too. In ways she’s never done before, and she’s kissing me with aggression. Shit, my swimsuit is getting tight.

I pull her in tighter, and she grinds against me. I can’t help but gasp. It escapes my lips before I can stop it. My heart is racing, blood rushing. She tastes so good and feels so good against me. I want more.

Suddenly, she pushes me away from her.

“I have two unopened bottles of wine at the farmhouse,” she says, “Come over.”

AN: Thanks for reading another chapter! Kinda proud of this one hehe B)

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"I will find you in every universe"

You don't understand this? That's ok, you just need to read Falling Ore You (explicit) by @visionofthebees hehe!

Falling Ore You is a Clint x Elliott fanfic that is 46 chapters long, completed, and got me on the edge of my seat! Yes yes you heard right, a Clint x Elliott fic! That I read! And loved! Me, a die hard Shelliott truther!

Brace yourself for the very cringy beggining (that is intended, since... eh... well there's Clint in it) and embark for a very funny, heartbreaking (for a moment) and tooth rotting sweet story :)

Anyway, this little moment is canon, it happened in the Shells universe, your Elliott did it @visionofthebees ! teehee

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Spellbound - Harvey x Female Farmer

Chapter 11 - The Wizard and I

Bino meets the wizard! That's most of it!

So I think what had happened was that I hit my head a bit harder than I thought. After sleeping on it, that’s the only rational conclusion I can come to. It’s only been a month since we first kissed, it’s foolish of me to expect such a serious gesture so soon, right? And am I wrong for thinking it definitely seems like something he would put off? I mean, he’s probably overthinking it just as much as I am. Right?

Maybe it’s better that I think about him for now rather than think about what could have possibly happened to me in the mines. I don’t like how there’s a gap in my memory and I have a bad feeling about the whole ordeal.

The morning trudges on as usual. Just me, a full breakfast, and the morning radio to drown out any silly thoughts. I glance out the window and scan my eyes over the farm, planning my course of action in my head. I can’t see any crops ready for harvest from here, so it’s looking like I’ll have an easy day. It might be the perfect time to go fishing at that one spot deep in the forest Willy told me about.

After breakfast, I get dressed and head out the door, grabbing a hat on the way to hide the massive bandage I still have on my forehead. Getting a closer look at my crops, they could use a couple more days before being yanked so I head on over to the chicken coop. I tiptoed passed a sleeping pile of hens to refill their food bins and collect a carton’s worth of eggs. I smile as I successfully finish the task without disturbing them. They work so hard for me, I haven’t gone without eggs since coming to the valley and inheriting the coop from Marnie.

With my chores done, I head back to the farmhouse and get ready to spend the rest of the day fishing. When I step back outside, I head south, aiming toward the forest.

I can’t picture it getting old at this point, the enchanting beauty of the valley. If you told me there was some magic at work here, I’d believe you. How else could a place be so captivating on a normal day like this? Everything works in harmony, each season contributing to the next.

Before long, I find myself on the edge of the treeline of the dark and dense forest. Darker and denser than I was expecting.

The shady path is nice and cool, feeling good after walking the way here under the high sun. The trees on either side create a thick canopy over the trail. So far, it seems to be a straight path, getting quieter and darker as I keep walking.

It’s actually quite relaxing, I slow my pace to take it all in. I feel the stress from the past couple of days melt away as the breeze guides me forward. Maybe I could take Harvey here for a picnic or something. I could see him enjoying this too.

Just as I’m about to follow that nice thought, a rustling in the distance makes me stop in my tracks.

It’s coming from up ahead, around the corner. A familiar chill travels down my spine, freezing me in place. Suddenly, the quiet darkness of the forest seems a lot less charming.

For a few seconds, there is silence. Or I just can’t hear anything over the sound of my heart pounding in my ears. Until I hear the rustling again, and more movement than before. It feels like I’m back in the mines with the way my nervous system is freaking out.

Every one of my instincts is telling me to run, but for some reason, I can’t seem to move anywhere but forward. It’s like a force is pulling me towards the sounds against all logic.

I gulp down a dry ball of fear and peek around the corner. It takes a moment for my eyes to make out what I’m seeing, but… It’s just a guy.

Well, a guy sitting in a mushroom circle with his eyes closed like he’s meditating. I step into the clearing, less fright and more confused.

He has interesting taste, dressed in all black, complete with a cape and brimmed hat.

“What can I do for you, farmer?” he says with his eyes still shut.

“Uh, nothing I guess,” I keep an eye on him, suddenly feeling a bit distrustful, “I came here to check out a fishing spot.”

His eyes open and he looks a bit perplexed.

“Fishing? In these woods?”

“Well what are you doing?” I ask.

“I was trying to speak with the forest spirits,” he answers with the same attitude I gave him.

“Right…” I respond, “How’d you know it was me when I walked up?”

“The spirits were expecting you.”

Man, it’s been a weird week.

“I’ll leave you to that then,” I tell him, then gesture to the path behind him, “This way to the pond?”

“Correct,” he says before closing his eyes again, “Just be careful with the slimes.”

“Sorry?”

“The slimes.”

“Oh, okay,” I nod, “Thanks.”

I wave awkwardly and walk past him, looking behind me to see if he follows as I head further down the path, deeper into the woods. I pass about ten trees before I stop peeking over my shoulder.

By the time I reach the pond, I kind of forgot about the weird interaction I had minutes earlier was as I am in awe of the serenity of this clearing.

The pond is at the base of a small waterfall, splashing into clear water. I look into the pool and see schools of fish passing through before leaving through the stream.

I don’t hesitate to set up my fishing gear and sit down by the water, casting my rod into the center of the pond.

What a pretty day it is, too. Sunny but cool in the shade, breezy but not blowing you away. I could easily take a nap out here if there weren’t weirdos lurking in the woods.

Speaking of weirdos, didn’t he say to be on the lookout for something? Maybe there’s some nasty fish in the water?

I look again into the pond and nothing is catching my eye. Just a bunch of fish like earlier. So I chalk it up to being the ramblings of a crazy guy meditating in the woods.

I bring my focus back to my rod. So far, no bites, which I’m slightly surprised about. This new bait is supposed to be the best. I mean, it wreaks so it better work.

I sigh, wiggling the line a bit to convince a fish to bite. I should have brought a radio or something. I forget how boring fishing can be, especially when I need a break from my own thoughts.

The sigh from earlier turns into a groan and I’m starting to feel my eyelids get heavy. Just as they begin to close, there’s a tug on my line. I jolt awake and begin reeling it in, twirling the spool at full speed.

Just as I’m seeing my prize near the surface of the pond, a burning pain strikes my back, sending me into pure shock. I drop my rod, unable to do anything but fall to the ground in front of me.

I flip over as quickly as I can to figure out what on Earth just happened to me.

In front of me, slowly bouncing toward me, is a horde of… green blobs??? Round, green blobs??? That looks like jello???

If I weren’t already shocked from the pain, I’d be flabbergasted by this sight alone. They aren’t big, about the size of basketballs, but there are six of them, and they look so menacing.

At this point, all I can muster is a gutteral scream, reach for my fishingrod, and begin wacking the shit out of them, with the fish still hanging on to the hook flopping through the air.

I’m honestly not sure if this is doing anything but it seems to be at least pushing them away, to hopefully giving me an opening to bolt towards the exit.

“I told you to be careful with the slimes!”

That same weirdo from the woods comes hurdling at me and the blobs with two fists full of glowing beams. He aims his palms at the hoard of them and blasts them into puddles of slush.

“You didn’t bring a sword or anything?” he asks.

I don’t even know what to say at this point. Between what happened to me in the mines and this, it feels like the valley is telling me to leave. I feel tears begin to well up in my eyes. Why won’t anyone just tell me what’s going on here? How am I supposed to know I need to bring a weapon to a fishing trip?

“Uhh,” he starts, giving me a shocked and pittied look as the tears stream down my face, “Are you hurt?”

I knod, remembering the burning pain searing down my back.

“Here,” he starts, “These were your grandpa’s favorite after a rough day in the mines.”

He digs through his satchel and pulls out a vile filled with red liquid.

“It will help, trust me.”

I hesitate at first. I have so many questions about what’s going on right now, but he hasn’t proven himself to be a threat. He did take care of the slimes and even warned me about them. He also seems to have been at least acquainted with Grandpa.

So I take the vile and bring it up to my mouth, swallowing its contents in one gulp like a shot. Weirdly enough, it tastes like strawberries.

I feel the effects immediately. The burning in my back disappears, and I feel like I’ve gotten a full night’s rest.

“Woah.”

“Yeah, first time is usually a bit weird,” he explains, “How do you feel?”

“Great,” I say, wiping away the tears and snot from earlier, “What was that?”

“Just a simple healing potion.”

“And who are you?”

He shows me a look I can’t decipher.

“M. Rasmodius, at your service,” he says tipping his ridiculous hat.

“Why are there slimes in the forest? And was that magic you used earlier?”

“Slow down now,” he says, showing me his palms, “There seems to be a lot you don’t know about the valley. I live close enough, why don’t we head there and I will have answers to all your arcane questions.”

Arcane?

“I know I’ve trusted you so far, but how do I know you aren’t luring me into your lair to hurt me?” I ask, already feeling a bit dumb with the wording but it’s been a long day.

“Well,” he starts, “First of all, those health potions don’t just grow on trees. Consider that one you just drank an example of my generosity.”

“Okay,” I reply, hinting with my tone for him to continue.

“Second of all,” he pauses, rummaging through his pouch again, “Your grandfather and I were rather close throughout his life here in Stardew Valley.”

He shows me a photo of the two standing next to each other, smiling with their arms around each other. Rasmodius hasn’t seemed to have aged a day since that picture was taken.

“Lastly,” he continues, “I’m the only being in the valley that will be able to help you unlock your arcane potential.”

“My what?”

“Yoba, just follow me,” he says before dramatically turning around with a swish of his cape and opening a portal before my very eyes.

Follow him? In there?

“No time to question this, go,” he utters and shoves me into the portal.

The best way I can describe the feeling is like I’m free-falling into a giant funnel until I’m thrust onto my feet, landing somewhere I don’t recognize. The travel only lasted a few seconds, but it was definitely harsh. I couldn’t tell up from down when I landed, causing me to lose my balance and fall backwards onto the floor.

Rasmodius follows, gracefully landing on his feet.

“Now,” he starts, “Have you been to the mines yet?”

My ears perk up and I get back onto my feet.

“I have,” I tell him, “The last time I was there, I got hurt.”

I lift my hat and gesture toward the bandage on my head.

“How did that happen?” he asks, “And that should be healed after drinking that potion.

“Oh, that stuff is great!” I rip off the bandage and touch the smooth spot that’s left on my forehead, “And I actually can’t remember how it happened. I hit my head pretty hard.”

“Hm…” he squints and rubs his chin like he’s thinking.

He walks over to a dusty bookshelf and begins browsing the shelves. I use this as an opportunity to take in my surroundings. I have to assume this is his home, based on its matching excentric decor and… items??

I mean, there’s a bubbling cauldron in the middle of the room, and it’s only lit up by lanterns and candles in here.

He turns around with a book in his hands, skimming the pages and walking toward a wooden cabinet with rusty hinges. He rummages through there for a moment, gathering what looks like ingredients before tossing them over his shoulder and into the cauldron.

“Yes,” he says to himself, “That should do it.”

He shuts the book and tosses it aside, taking a look into the cauldon and smiling at whatever it was he had just accomplished.

“Before you ask,” he says, “This is to help you get your memories back.”

I don’t have to look into the cauldron to know that I don’t want to drink whatever the hell that is.

“Come,” he says, gesturing for me to approach him.

I hesitate, but do as I’m told and trudge over.

“Look into the pot,” he tells me.

I do. Inside is a swirling mess of glowing green goop, sticks, leaves, and unidentifiable bits of other stuff. It smells like herbs and dirt.

“Take a deep breath in.”

I close my eyes, hoping it will help me blindly trust him, and inhale the fumes rising from the pot.

I wasn’t ready for how quickly the memories would hit me. It feels like a fever dream, a very detailed one where it’s like I’m watching myself from a box seat. I can see myself hacking away at the rocks on a deeper floor of the mines that I don’t recognize when there’s a sound that startles me. I watch myself turn around, afraid and spewing out useless threats.

Then, I see it, but the me I’m watching does not, because it’s behind her. There’s a dark figure, standing at least a foot taller than me. My blood runs cold as I watch myself book it toward the ladder, but not fast enough for the shadow behind me. As I climb the ladder, it grabs me by the ankle, pulling me down as I scream in pain and fear.

I lay lifeless on the ground as the shadowy figure hovers over me and seems to be contemplating which part of me to devour first. My heart is pounding. How am I still alive?

My question is answered not a minute later. Marlon slides down the ladder, a lot swifter than I’d ever expect, unsheathing his sword and slicing the creature into a screeching mist before carrying me out of the mines on his back.

The dream ends here, I open my eyes, and I’m back to standing by the cauldron with Rasmodius close by.

“Well?” he asks.

“It worked,” I mutter, a bit shaken up after retraumatizing myself by witnessing my near-death in third person, “I was grabbed by a shadow.”

“You encountered a shadow person,” he explains, “And you’re lucky to be alive.”

“I realize that now,” I tell him with a hint of forced sarcasm.

“So do you understand now?” he asks.

“I feel like I have even more questions than before.”

“Then let’s sit,” he says, “I’ll make some tea and we’ll take this slow and steady.”

AN: Hi everyone! I went on a bit of a hiatus there, sorry for my absence. My excuse is that I didn't feel like writing because work started to get hard, and so did my anxiety. There was a brief moment there where I wasn't taking my SSRI's and felt LIKE CRAP but I have recovered! I was basically too tired and overwhelmed for any of my hobbies. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter! I'm looking forward to going back to my normal posting schedule of a new chapter every week. Sorry again for disappearing with no warning.

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Hey guys ~ Sorry for such a long time between these chapters. Work has been a bit crazy and I was out of town this past weekend to give myself a little break. Def getting back to it this weekend! I have plans to post a new Spellbound chapter as well as a smutty part 2 of A Shift at the Stardrop Saloon. Thanks for understanding!

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Spellbound - Harvey x Female Farmer

Chapter 10 - Contention

The farmer wakes up to breakfast at Harvey's and things seem to be perfect. But then I had to go and ruin it with some conflict!

I’m a heavy sleeper, but it’s impossible for me to sleep through the smell of cooking. The aroma of buttermilk pancakes and bacon stirs me awake gently. I stretch my limbs before rolling over and opening my eyes.

I look around for a moment, not immediately recognizing where I am. I blink a few times and groan as the awkward memories of last night come back to me.

I’m blaming it on the concussion because there’s no way I’m actually that needy. And that good night kiss? Wow. I don’t even recognize myself. 

I shake off the embarrassment and force myself out of bed, following the scent trail to Harvey’s small kitchen. I find him standing at the stove wearing loose-fitting pajama pants and a not-so-loose gray t-shirt. I let my eyes linger for a moment.

“Smells good in here,” I say, sneaking up behind him.

“Good morning,” that unprofessional smile makes an appearance, “Sleep well?”

“Morning,” I say back, “I did, thanks.”

I stand next to him and watch as he flips a few pancakes and cracks some eggs. 

“And how’s your head feeling?”

“Just a bit sore, now that you mention it,” I say and place a hand over the bandage, running my fingers over the thick gauze.

“I’ll change your bandages after breakfast.”

“Thanks,” I reply, “Anything I can help with?”

“I’m just about done,” he says, “Would you mind setting the table?”

“Not at all,” I say, walking past him, brushing a hand across his back.

I watch him from the corner of my eye and catch his eyes widen for a brief moment, so brief that I could have easily missed it. I smile to myself as I gather a set of plates, mugs, and silverware from one of the few cabinets in his tiny kitchen.

I take everything back to the table while he finishes. As I wait, I nosy around the apartment. It’s a studio, but pretty spacious. And it isn’t messy, but it does look lived in. There’s a shelf by his bed, cluttered with books and model planes. Next to that is a desk and on it, a radio the size of its entire surface area. I looks ancient, with knobs, gauges, and readers. A pair of hefty headphones to match are propped on top. 

“Want some coffee?” he interrupts my snooping, but coffee does sound perfect right now.

“Definitely,” I reply. 

Before I can explain how I take it, he adds some cream and sugar, leaving his coffee black. I feel myself start to blush a bit at the thought of him taking notice of my usual coffee order.

We sit down at the table next to each other, and I am blown away by the spread in front of me. My mouth was already watering, but now I’m practically drooling at the plate of bacon, eggs, and pancakes.

“This looks amazing, Harvey,” I say in awe.

He clears his throat.

“You’ll need the energy to recover,” he explains, adjusting his glasses, “Dig in.”

I start with the pancakes, and they taste as good as they look. Perfectly fluffy and warm, with just the right amount of maple syrup.

“This is so good,” I gush with my mouth full, “I’m speechless.”

“Oh yeah?” he says through a smile, “It’s been some time since I’ve cooked, felt a little rusty at the stove.”

“Yeah, I don’t believe you,” I respond between massive bites.

Even the scrambled eggs were made to perfection. I can’t remember the last time I had a breakfast this good. I actually can’t believe how good it is. 

“Do you work today?” I ask, hoping it’s a no.

“I’m on call most of the day, but I have some appointments in a couple of hours.”

“Booo,” I kid, “Realistically, I should probably go home eventually, the farm won’t run itself.”

“Please don’t overdo, Bino.”

Ugh, it’s so lame, but I love it when he says my name.

“You’ll be on call, right?”

He sighs, but he can’t hide his smile.

After breakfast, I help him clear the table and insist on washing the dishes as he dries.

“Let’s get those bandages changed before you run off,” he says, “Can you hop onto the table?”

I do what he asks and wait patiently as he gathers some fresh gauze and tape. He slips on a pair of latex gloves that fit him snugly, emphasizing the muscles in his hands. I swallow down the impure thoughts crossing my mind.

He gets to work, leaving little space between his face and mine as he cleans the healing cut on my forehead, looking focused and working with his usual precision. He’s so close that I get a whiff of his aftershave. 

He places a layer of fresh gauze over my stitches and doesn’t step back when he finishes.

“Stitches should be ready to come out in a few days, when they start to itch, come see me,” is what I think he says, but I’m too busy getting lost in his eyes, “Do you have any questions?”

Last night, I was too disoriented to make a proper move. But I’m wide awake now, and he’s standing so close to me. Without breaking eye contact, I slip two fingers into his waistband and pull him into me.

“Woah,” he exclaims, planting a hand on the table for balance.

Our faces are now inches apart, and his gaze softens. I waste no more time, leaning in and kissing him gently. His hands move to my hips, and mine around his neck. 

We stay like this for some time, inching closer to each other, pawing at each other. I start leaning back, hinting at him to follow, which he does, at first, but he hesitates.

I pull my lips away and open my eyes. His eyes are already open.

“Is everything alright?” I ask.

“Yes, I just,” he pauses, sighs, “I guess I’m still on edge after yesterday, are you sure you’re doing okay?”

His concern is precious, I can’t help but smile.

“I feel much better after a good night’s sleep and breakfast,” I say to calm his nerves, “It’s bothering me that I still can’t remember what happened, though.”

“Hmm,” he starts, looking at me with gentle eyes, “Judging by the severity of your injury, it may or may not come back, it’s hard to tell with concussions.”

“I figured.”

“Can you remember everything else from yesterday?”

I blush a bit, embarrassed by my behavior.

“I definitely can.”

“Then give it some time, it doesn’t seem like you are dealing with any current amnesia, so you may start to remember bit by bit,” he explains, “And stay away from the mines in the meantime.”

“Hmmm,” I say, squinting my eyes, “I won’t make any promises.”

“I wasn’t kidding, Bino,” his voice is suddenly stern, “I’ve lived here long enough to know how dangerous the mines are.”

I’m taken aback for a moment by this new side of him.

“Once you’re healed up, I’ll feel more comfortable about it, but for now, stick to the farm, please,” he says, looking more dejected than stern now, “I don’t want to see you like that again.”

My usual instinct is to protest, but it must have shaken him up. I also have his feelings to consider now.

I won’t,” I say with sincerity.

He shows me a relieved but tense expression.

“Thank you, I’m sorry for being so bossy.”

“You aren’t,” I say, “I’d rather you be honest with me.”

He shows me a small smile.

“Didn’t you say something about running a farm earlier?” he asks playfully.

“Right!” I match his tone, “The chickens probably hate me right now.”

I hop off the table, landing as I usually would, but my knees give as soon as I do.

“Careful!” Harvey interjects.

He moves so quickly to catch me that I don’t realize it right away. 

“Sorry, that doesn’t usually happen,” I say, finding my footing.

Harvey sighs.

“Please,” he starts, “Only light farmwork today.”

“Yessir,” I kid, “Thank you for always caring for me. See you around?”

He gives me that unprofessional smile one last time as I gather my things.

“See you.”

Harvey walks me to the door of the clinic, pulling me into a quick embrace before tilting my chin up and planting a quick kiss on my lips. 

“Have a good day,” he says, opening the door for me.

“You too,” I reply over my shoulder as I walk out.

As soon as I get to the farmhouse, I dump the contents of my bag on the kitchen table. Several ores and gems tumble out and make a satisfying clatter as they land on the wooden surface. 

I try my best to remember collecting them, but I can’t even remember going into the mines. 

I gave Harvey a hard time about going down there again, but I don’t think I could until I can remember who, or what, did this to me. A chill runs down my spine. I’ve been having a hard time deciding whether it would terrify me more to know or to never know. 

But I can’t fall into the rabbithole now, I have angry chickens to feed. I take a moment to brush my teeth and change into some fresh clothes. I catch my reflection and sigh. I’m getting used to it at this point, and he doesn’t seem to care how much of a mess I am, which I guess is a good thing.

I put my boots back on and take care of my work on the farm. With the chickens pleased and the crops watered, I sit on my porch and admire my work. Yesterday was rough, but I could never regret moving back here. Moments like these remind me of my brief childhood here.

I was a young kid when Grandpa sent me to live in the city, I must have been about five or six years old. Zuzu City Boarding School for Girls was where he put me and where I stayed until I was eighteen. I think I stopped sending letters after the first year. There were only so many excuses I could come up with when the months went by and not a single letter addressed to me arrived. He had abandoned me, and I never knew why. To this day, I still don’t.

Well, he did send me one letter. It arrived the day I turned eighteen. In it, the deed to the farm and something about not losing sight of what truly matters in life. It infuriated me. I mean, it was proof that he could send me letters. He just didn’t. I think that’s a valid reason to be upset. 

My trip down memory lane is interrupted by the loud grumbling of my empty stomach. Breakfast was filling, but it must have been hours ago by now. It was definitely time for a meal fit for a farmer.

The idea of cooking myself something to eat sounds exhausting right now. I think it’s okay for me to treat myself to dinner at the saloon tonight. I mean, I did have a near-death experience and all yesterday.

After a quick change and refresh, I head out the door and into town.

The saloon is slow tonight, which is perfect because I don’t need everyone and their mother asking about the golfball-sized bandage on my forehead. 

I take a seat at the bar, and Emily walks over to greets me in an instant.

“Oh, you poor thing!” her volume startles me a bit, “I heard you were hurt, but look at you!”

She covers her mouth to add to the drama.

“First drink on the house, what can I get you, dear?”

That’s better.

“Thank you,” I try my best to sound like a sad puppy, “Some beer sounds good right now.”

“Coming right up!” she says, scribbling it down on her notepad, “And to eat?”

“My usual burger will do for tonight.”

“I’ll be right back with your drink then!”

“Thanks, Emily,” I say as she smiles and speeds off into the kitchen to drop off my order.

Before I can think another thought, she zips by again with my drink before getting back to work. I take a sip and rest my head in my hands, closing my eyes for a moment.

“What happened to you?” 

I open my eyes and see Shane seated a few seats over to my right. His face is flushed from a night of drinking, and four empty glasses sit in front of him, a half-full one resting in his hand. 

“Mining accident,” I say flatly, “What happened to you?”

“Touche,” he says, and I see him smile into a sip of beer.

“I actually can’t remember what happened, amnesia from the concussion,” I say.

“Hmm,” he grunts in response, “You couldn’t pay me to go down there.”

“It depends on what you find, but it usually pays well.”

“You can’t convince me,” he says, shaking his head, “What are you drinking there?”

I haven’t been here in town for long, but one thing I know for sure is that Shane doesn’t do small talk. What a treat!

“Probably the same thing you’re having.”

“Have you tried the pepper poppers?” he asks, “They’re so good.”

I giggle at his enthusiasm.

“I haven’t,” I reply, “When Emily comes back, I’ll ask her for some.”

“Smart choice,” he directs his attention back to his beer.

“You aren’t usually so chatty,” I say, flinching a bit on the inside, expecting him to bite back like he usually does.

“The beer helps,” he sighs.

That’s my cue to change the subject. 

“Want some of the pepper poppers when they get here?” I ask.

“I kind of assumed you were getting them to share anyway.”

With perfect timing, Emily comes out of the kitchen with my burger and sets it down in front of me. I order the poppers and dig into my meal.

“I’ve seen you around with the doctor lately,” Shane points out, “I’m not usually a romantic, but it made me happy to see him finally with someone.”

I smile in response, I didn’t realize how nice it would feel to have people notice.

“Yeah, things seem to be going pretty well with that,” I say.

“I bet you were over the moon to get a bouquet from him.”

I can tell he’s teasing me, but I’m a bit confused by the context. A bouquet?

“Bouquet?” I ask.

“Yeah, the overpriced one from Pierre’s.”

That doesn’t answer my question.

“Doesn’t ring a bell,” I say to clarify.

“He hasn’t given you one yet?” he asks.

“No, he hasn’t,” I say, getting slightly concerned, “What would it mean if he got me one?”

“It’s a stupid tradition in this town where you’re supposed to use the bouquet when you ask someone if they want to ‘make things official,’” he says, doing air quotes, “Sounds like another cash grab to me, that Pierre has been milking us dry lately.”

“How serious do people usually take that around here?” I ask.

“Oh, it’s taken pretty seriously,” he continues to explain.

My mind instantly starts to go places, asking questions and jumping to conclusions. Why hasn’t he gotten me one? Am I missing something here? Why hasn’t he even brought it up? He must know, he’s lived here for three years…

Shane takes notice of my worried look.

“But hey, I wouldn’t overthink it,” he says, sounding genuinely comforting, “He’s probably planning to or something.”

“I guess,” I say as I continue to ruminate. 

Suddenly, the burger I just ate feels like a rock in my stomach. 

“I think I'd better head home,” I say as casually as possible, “It’s getting late and I have an early start tomorrow.”

“Wait, hang on, are you alright?” says, raising a gentle palm at me, “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“I’m not upset with you,” I clarify, “I just really need to get home now before it gets too late.”

The look on his face doesn’t change. I know I’m not sounding convincing right now.

“Sorry, I’m not usually bothered by this sort of thing,” I tell him, “I think I’ve just let my guard down a bit.”

“I see,” is all he says in response. 

“So I think I’m going to go now, let Emily know I said thanks for everything,” I say as I get up and shove a wad of cash under my empty glass, “The poppers are on me.”

And with that, I show him a smile and slip out of the saloon.

The cool night air stings my cheeks as I walk home, again, forgetting to bring a jacket. But this time, there isn’t someone nearby to lend me theirs. I refuse to cry over this, it feels so silly. So I gritted my teeth the whole way home to keep the tears from falling.

AN: Hi, guys!! Thanks again for reading Spellbound! I'm sure you noticed, but last week, I took a break from Spellbound to post a oneshot based on an ask request I got here on Tumblr. A Night at the Stardrop Saloon is up on AO3 as well here! I am planning to post a smutty part 2 of the oneshot next week for those of you who are interested! And if you want to request your own fanfic prompts, go to my Tumblr asks and drop an anonymous request! :)

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Old Harvey sketch 🙂‍↕️

[binochu]

aaaa harvey x female reader :3

except the reader is loud, has a very strong southern twang, works at the stardrop saloon, has a pistol on her 24/7, and flirts with every customer for tips (but leaves a special place in her heart for harvey)

hope this isn’t too much 😓😓 :3

Not too much at all! I actually ate this one up. "A Night at the Stardrop Saloon" has been posted! Enjoy!

And I hope you like the new OC for this one-shot!

If anyone else would like to request a fic, my asks are still open :)

[binochu]

A Night at the Stardrop Saloon

Based on an Anonymous Ask!

It's a busy night at the Stardrop. Local cowgirl, Sadie, mans the bar tonight. She's feisty and flirty with her customers, with a full tip jar on her mind. But what happens when the town doctor walks in and she forgets how to function?

The Stardrop Saloon is noisy and full tonight, which is just how I like it. The tips are comin’ in faster than a herd at supper time and morale is high. Looks like I’m in for an easy night.

“What did I tell you about bringing that in here, Sadie?”

Damn, I spoke too soon. And how is that the third night in a row that Gus has to bug me on a good night?

“Uggghhhh,” I groan, “You said I can’t have a loaded gun on me during my shift.”

“And?” he arches a brow at me.

“And it ain’t loaded.”

He squints at me, obviously annoyed by my smart-ass answer.

“Get a concealed holster by your next shift, or we’ll be having a very different conversation the next time you come in.”

“Yes, sir,” I say sarcastically.

He walks off into the kitchen, and I try not to let this annoying occurrence ruin my night. Shit, I can’t even complain, at least he seems to be meeting me in the middle.

“Hey, Sadie,” I get flagged down before I can think on it any further, “Can I bug you for a refill?”

“‘Course, Shane,” I say, replacing his empty glass with a fresh pint, “You gonna close this tab ever?”

“Hey, I always pay them eventually,” he protests, “Aren’t you supposed to be friendly to the customers?”

“Only to the ones that tip.”

He rolls his eyes and picks up his fourth drink of the night. I leave it there and move on to another customer. Leah just took her usual spot at the bar.

“What can I get you, gorgeous?” I say, coming in hot, leaning on the bar to leave little room between us.

“The usual, thanks,” she responds coolly, contrasting her blushing cheeks. 

I get to making her drink, keeping my gaze on her.

“Working on anything new?”

“I am actually,” she smiles as she tells me, “A painting this time, of the view from my cottage window.”

“It sounds pretty,” I say as I serve her drink, “Will you invite me over to see it once it’s done?”

“Sure,” she says, turning redder, trying to hide it with a sip of her drink.

“I haven’t seen Elliot tonight,” I say as I look around the saloon, “He busy with that book?”

“Eh,” she shrugs, “Haven’t cared enough to ask lately.”

I’d be lying if I said I cared at all about this drama.

“Well, you let me know if you need anything else, doll,” I say before turning my attention to Emily, who was waving me down from across the bar.

“I’ve got drink orders over here!”

“Right!” I called back before approaching her and taking the slips from her hand.

“Busy night, huh?” she says with her usual spunk.

“We’re heading home with fat wallets tonight, girl.”

We part ways, and I get to making and serving the drinks with haste before I get another customer. As soon as I pour the last beer, a new customer sits at the bar and calls me by my name.

“Elliot!” I greet him with the smile I know he likes, “What can I get ya?”

“Whatever red you have open will do,” he says.

I notice he’s seated at a different stool than usual. He and Leah are usually attached at the hip. 

“Coming right up.”

When I bring him his drink, I lean on the bar and look up at him through my lashes.

“What’s going on between the two of you tonight?”

He looks at me, shocked.

“Is it that obvious?” he asks, now appearing slightly defeated.

“Are you kidding?”

“I guess you’re right,” his eyes land on her, across the bar, “It’s my doing, I locked myself away for a few days to meet a deadline and missed her birthday.

“Well, you sure stepped in it now.”

“I know,” he sighs, “Would you mind getting me something stronger, actually?”

“Sure thing,” I respond and give him a pitying look.

I whip him up an old-fashioned and put it on the coaster in front of him.

“This one is on the house,” I tell him.

“Do you always know what people want to hear?”

“It’s easy when they’re as handsome as you.”

He chuckles while turning his cheek.

“Careful now,” he starts, “I’ve got my heart on my sleeve tonight.”

“Don’t worry,” I say with a wink, “Cowgirls don’t go around breaking hearts.”

I use this as an excuse to slip away as I notice a new patron seated at the bar from the corner of my eye. Right as I am about to make my way to him, I stop in my tracks. It’s Harvey, sitting there casually. 

Now, I ain’t no wimp, but lately I’ve been struggling with this one. Just the sight of him has been making my blood pressure climb and stomach tie itself in a knot. We had spoken for a few minutes a couple of weeks ago on a slow night. Nothing flirty or bordering on that, but there was something about the way he laughed that turned everything on its head for me. I haven’t been able to look at him the same since.

The worst part is that I recognize this feeling and I’m not mistaking it for anything else. I know what I have is a crush on this man. I just wish I didn’t have to act like a fool each time he sets foot in here.

I suck in some air and head in his direction, rehearsing my spiel in my head.

“Harvey,” I start, “What can I get ya?”

He looks up at me through tired eyes.

“A pinot noir sounds nice tonight,” he says, “How are you doing?”

A simple question, but my heart begins to race, nonetheless.

“Oh, I’m doing alright,” I say, trying to sound as normal as possible, but suddenly that’s hard.

 “How are you?” I ask.

“Tired,” he sighs, “Hoping to end my night on a positive note after the week I’ve had.”

“Oh no,” I say as I pour his glass, “Is it flu season?”

“Not right now,” he says between laughs, “But it’s apparently injury season, my beds were full this week with some deep cuts and a couple fractures.”

“Well, I’m flattered you chose to come here to undo the stress of the week.”

“I can get a glass of wine anywhere,” he says, “But this is the only place that has you.”

My heart feels like it’s about to gallop out of my chest when he says this. It’s been a while since someone has made me feel this way.

“Let me get you another before the bar gets busy,” I say, making an excuse to separate myself for a bit.

But it wasn’t a lie, the seats were filling up and Emily had to wait the tables.

I serve him a second glass and tend to the other customers. I keep my eye on him and watch as he finishes one glass, then another. I bring him a third, and by the time that one is empty, he’s loosening his tie and watching me as I flock from customer to customer, flirting for tips and batting my eyelashes at anyone but him.

When things start to slow down and I finally grow a pair, I go back to Harvey, who is stil at the bar nursing his fourth glass. He was rarely a heavy drinker, but that man could definitely hold his liquor. 

“How we doin', over here, doc?” I ask with a friendly smile.

“Don’t play sweet with me now, Sadie.”

My eyes widen at his sudden bluntness.

“What?” is all I can manage in response.

“I’m not blind,” he says, “You’ve been avoiding me all night.

It feels like I’m on trial for a crime I absolutely did commit. His accusations are true. How will I get myself out of this?

“I’m sorry, it’s been a busy night,” I prattle on.

“You’re treating me differently, and I think I know why.”

I swallow down the lump in my throat.

“Why?” I dared to ask.

“Because you want me.”

Shivers travel down my spine, I’m not sure how much more of this I can take. Where has his timidness gone? Is it the wine?

“I’m not sure what you mean,” I play dumb, despite the bright redness in my face and ears.

“When does your shift end?”

“In five minutes,” I answer obediently.

“Perfect,” he says, “I’ll meet you out back then.”

He gets up to leave, slipping a wad of cash under his empty cup.

This is beginning to feel like the longest five minutes of my life. It doesn’t help that I can’t stop watching the clock. 

“You seem ready to go,” Emily chose the best time to enter.

“Are you offering to cover me?”

“Maybe,” she winks at me, “Get going.”

“Thank you!” I say as I beeline it to the powder room. 

I look at myself in the mirror, check my teeth, and comb away stray hairs. Before walking back out, I check my breath. It smells fine.

Man, he’s got me shakin’ in my boots! I take one last deep breath before heading out the door.

I round the corner and find Harvey leaning up against the wall, a cigarette hanging from his lips. We lock eyes, neither of us uttering a word.

He puts out his cigarette and tosses it to the ground. Who is this man right now? And what has he done to me?

He steps closer, I follow suit. We’re inches apart now, I’m looking up at him, and him down at me. I feel him slip a hand around my waist, and before I can gasp, he closes the gap between us, kissing me ferociously. 

Fireworks explode in my chest and between my legs, all the tension building up throughout the night, throughout the week, has come to as I melt into him. 

I grab his shirt, pulling him closer to me, our bodies flush against each other. He kisses me deeper, slipping his tongue between my lips. I can taste the wine and tobacco on his breath. 

He pulls away for a moment, and I catch his drunken gaze. In one swift motion, he pins me against the wall of the saloon, pressing himself against me and continuing to kiss me with the same intensity as before, leaving nothing up for assumptions as I feel his bulge against my hip. 

I moan into the kiss and watch as a wave of goosebumps travels across his neck. His hands begin to explore the front of me, cupping one of my breasts and gently squeezing. This time, it’s him moaning into the kiss.

If we weren’t outside and if I weren’t at work, I don’t know how much longer I’d still be wearing clothes. 

“Harvey,” I say between kisses.

“Mhm?”

I pull away.

“I want more.”

He looks at me with wide eyes and flushed cheeks.

“Okay.”

And with that, we make the short walk to his apartment.

AN: Hope you guys enjoyed this one-shot! I had fun writing Sadie, and look forward to creating more OC's with any future fic requests :) Should I post a spicy part 2?

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Spellbound - Harvey x Female Farmer

Chapter 9 - Concussed (Harvey's POV)

Another chapter from Harvey's POV! This chapter is basically a doctor simulator, a day in the life of Stardew Valley's sexiest doctor.

CW: Blood and injury.

“Shane?” I call out into the waiting room, “I’m ready for you.”

It’s been an eventful morning so far, I hope it isn’t written all over my face.

“Mhm,” he grunts in response, getting up and following me to the back.

We’re supposed to be taking it slow. I asked her to take things slow. Have I no shame?

“How have you been?” I ask, trying to make small talk while I take his vitals, moving with less grace than usual.  

“Eh,” he shrugs.

The room falls back into an awkward silence. I start to measure his blood pressure, watching the needle steadily rise.

“135 over 80,” I mumble to myself.

I take a moment to put away my instruments before taking a seat across from Shane with his chart in my hands.

“So everything is looking fine,” I start, “It’s just your bood pressure that’s gotten quite high.”

“Hm.”

“It’s an easy fix, I just ask that you cut down on sodium and alcohol.”

“I have to stop drinking?” he arches a brow at me, I’m having trouble reading his expression.

“Well,” I start, “You should definitely cut down if it’s something you do often.”

“Don’t act like you don’t know how often I drink.”

“Right,” I pause, “My professional opinion is that you should have stopped before this happened. It’s gotten to the point that it’s affecting your health, Shane.”

He sighs, letting his gaze fall to the ground.

“I know,” he looks back at me before continuing, “So the farmer, huh?”

What?

“I—I’m sorry?”

“You heard me.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” I say, trying to sound like I’m setting a boundary.

“Yeah, yeah I get it,” he says through a sly smile, “I’ll leave it there. So what do you recommend, doc?”

Feeling pleased with myself, I flip through his chart and retrieve a business card.

“There’s a drug and alcohol clinic west of town,” I say and hand him the card, “Give them a call, I think it’ll be good for you to try it.”

“You don’t think this is a bit much?” he asks, taking the card apprehensively.

“Shane, I’ll be honest with you,” I start, “You need this.”

“Huh,” he says, staring at the card in his hand, “I won’t make any promises.”

“That’s alright,” I say, “This is a decision that you need to make, I can’t force you.”

With that, I concluded his physical. I sent him home with a doctor’s note so he could miss work today and hopefully spend some time thinking about what we discussed.

It’s moments like these that make me happy I made the move out here. I wouldn’t be able to provide this kind of care in Zuzu City. The needs of a population like that are just different. 

After cleaning up the exam room, I head back to the front. Most of my patients are walk-ins, so in between visits, I fill my time with paperwork and looking into any new medical publications. 

As I work on Shane’s report, time starts to go by. I glance out the window, it’s a gorgeous, sunny day. 

I wonder if Bino is back on her farm. I picture her planting seeds, raking the ground, doing… farmer things.

Before I can fall deeper into that daydream, I’m interrupted by Marlon crashing in through the front door, carrying someone bloody and unconscious on his back.

I jump into action, rushing to his aid and lifting the person off his back. 

I don’t realize who it is until I have her in my arms. It’s Bino and she’s badly injured, bleeding from a deep gash on her forehead. Suddenly, my panic becomes intense. I rush her to a hospital bed with Marlon following close behind.

“Doctor, I found her like this in the mines, unconscious and on the ground,” he explains.

My heart is pounding so loudly I barely heard him. I’m focused on getting an IV into her arm and a heart monitor onto her chest so I can start working on cleaning and dressing her wound.

“She’ll need stitches,” I say, mostly to myself, “And she’s probably concussed.”

With the IV pumping fluids into her veins, I begin working on cleaning the gash. It’s a mess of blood and dirt, leaving me with a small mountain of black and red gauze. 

With the wound as clean as possible, I get to work with the needle. As focused as I am on every single one of my movements, my mind is racing. If it weren’t for the reassuring sound of the heart monitor beeping steadily, I’d be too shaky to do the procedure.

I watch her closely with every stitch, looking for any sign of consciousness, but she remain still and quiet. I tell myself this is better so that she comes to in a more comfortable situation. 

I pull the last stitch through and swiftly tie it off. I remove my gloves, sigh, and rub my eyes.

“You work quickly,” Marlon’s voice startles me from behind.

“Thank you for bringing her,” I respond, “But I can take care of things from here.”

“As you wish,” he states back, making his way to the door.

When I hear the front door shut, I get back to work, scanning her body for any other injuries that need attention.

I discovered some bruising on her arms and legs but no other cuts or gashes like the one on her forehead.

I adjust her head onto the pillow and wrap her in a blanket. She looks peaceful, but my nerves are still relentless. I pull a chair up to her bedside and take a seat.

The hour passes by torturously slow. I keep watch on her as she lays there, breathing slow and steady. At this point, she has stirred a couple of times, bringing me some relief. 

With my vision less clouded by adrenaline, I begin to appreciate how preciously calm she seems right now. I’ve come to know her as spunky and so full of energy, that seeing her like this is novel to me. Her hair, although messy and tangled, softly frames her face. Her lips are still pink and slightly parted as her chest rises and falls with each breath. Her beauty is simple but every detail is striking to me right now. 

Then, seemingly out of nowhere, a sadness begins welling up in my chest and my eyes become hot and teary. It was terrifying when I realized it was her. The thought that I could have lost her is becoming real in my mind and it’s overwhelming. 

Is this the cost of love? Am I in love? Dear Yoba this must be love.

My gaze falls back to her face. She remains just as still as before, but now there seems to be a glow to her. Before I can fall back into a new racing thought, her nose begins to scrunch up.

Suddenly, I’m alert and leaned in, ready for her to stir awake. First her hand moves up to her face to rub her eyes which open lazily, blinking several times before fully opening.

“Mmm,” she groans, her voice sounding deep and hoarse, “My head.”

“Easy now,” I say almost in a whisper, “You hurt yourself in the mines, take it slow.”

She makes an attempt to sit up but I place a gentle hand on her shoulder to stop her.

“Trust me, you’re going to want to stay like this for now, it seems like you’ve hit your head pretty hard.”

“Harvey?” she croaks, “Where am I?”

“Good, you know who I am,” I tease, “We’re at the clinic, you’re safe. Do you know what day of the week it is?”

“Yes,” she pauses, “It’s Wednesday.”

“Very good,” I coo, “Marlon brought you in, you have a pretty bad gash on your forehead which is stitched up now so be careful.”

Her eyes widen.

“Did you say I was in the mines?”

“Yes, Marlon carried you here after he found you unconscious.”

“Harvey, I can’t remember anything,” she looks at me, panic starting to show on her face.

“That’s alright,” I try to comfort her, “Sounds like you got a concussion, it’s completely normal to forget what happened when you hit your head. It will start to come back to you slowly. You need to rest now.”

“What about my things?”

“Your bag is over there, don’t worry about that either.”

Her gaze finally begins to relax again and she takes a deep breath.

“It hurts,” she complains.

“I’m sure it does,” I say as I start to get up, “Let me go get you something for that.”

“Don’t take too long.”

I can get used to needy Bino.

“I’ll be quick,” I say before leaving the room.

I walk over to the small pharmacy we have behind the front desk, passing a mirror on the way there. I catch a glimpse of myself as I walk by and notice a red stain on the color of my coat. I walk back a step and get a closer look at the stain in the middle.

At first, I thought it was blood, which would have made sense. But upon closer inspection, I see that it is not blood, but lipstick. I feel my cheeks burn with embarrassment at the thought of Shane’s question today. So he saw the stain and put two and two together. Wonderful!

I try my best to rub it off with my sleeve, admit defeat and carry on to the pharmacy cabinet to grab her some anti-inflamatories.

When I get back, her eyes are closed again.

“Hey,” I say gently, “Have this before you try to sleep so that the pain doesn’t keep you up.”

She groans in response and starts to sit up.

“Slowly, now,” I put a supporting hand underneath her back, “You don’t want to make yourself dizzy.”

I hand her the cup of pills and some water. She washes them both down and I come in quick with some crackers to line her stomach.

“Eat these too, so you don’t upset your stomach.”

“Okay,” she says, munching down on the crackers.

“You should start to feel a little better in a few minutes now,” I explain, “Do you want to take a nap?”

“I guess,” she sighs, avoiding my gaze, “Could you stay close by in case I need anything?”

“Of course.”

“Thank you.”

I show her a smile before pulling up a chair. She lies back down and falls asleep nearly instantly. I spend the next few minutes working on her chart and at some point, I start to drift off in my chair.

I wake up to the sound of thunder so loud the windowpanes shake. I look over at Bino and she’s startled awake too. I check my watch and it’s six o’clock. 

“Oh no,” she starts, “I should run home before the rain starts.”

“Would you rather stay the night?” I ask.

“In the clinic?”

“No,” I respond, “In my apartment upstairs.”

Her face turns bright red and I’m sure mine is too, realizing my forwardness a bit too late.

“Sure,” her nonchalant tone when she says this does not match her expression. 

“I’ll close up now then.”

With the clinic door locked, we both head up stairs. I unlock the door to my apartment and let her inside. I quickly scan the room for any messes I can clean up before she looks too closely. Luckily, things look pretty neat for the middle of the week.

She follows me inside and I shut the door behind us. The rain has started to fall, filling the room with gentle drumming.

“This is exactly how I pictured it to look,” she says, walking passed my book shelves.

“Did you picture it to be this small?”

She breathes a laugh.

“I would say it’s completely average.”

“It’s practically a studio,” I say.

“The studio I had in the city was much smaller,” she explains, “This is just cozy.”

“I guess you could say that,” I shrug, “Would you like to shower?”

“Sure,” she says, her face turning red again.

“You can borrow some of my clothes.”

I grab her a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt and show her to the bathroom. 

While she showers, I make us both sandwiches and set the table. 

She comes out a few minutes later, looking very comfortable in my clothes. 

“Looks good,” she says, sitting at the table, “I think I have an appetite now.”

“That’s good,” I smile, “How’s your head feeling?”

“It’s starting to sting a little bit.”

I slide the bottle of anti-infammatories across the table to her.

“Take a two of these every six hours to keep the swelling and pain down.”

As we eat across from each other, I catch her looking at me from time to time. That fluttery feeling in my chest is back and I’m starting to feel a bit self-conscious.

“Man, today was rough,” she tells me, “But you took such good care of me, I’ll be back on my feet in no time.”

“You’re flattering me,” I respond, “I was just doing my job.”

“Don’t be humble,” her tone is firm, “You pulled up a chair and sat there while I slept for like three hours.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry.”

“No,” she sighs, “Don’t appologize either. What I’m trying to say is thank you, today made me realize something.”

She stops there, and so does my heart for a moment.

“What did you realize?”

“I’m going to plead the fifth for now.”

I’m getting heart palpitations at this point. For the sake of my health, I let it go.

After cleaning up the table, I excuse myself to shower.

“If I’m asleep when you come out,” she told me before I stepped into the bathroom, “You can join me in the bed.”

Here we go again.

“Are you asking me to?”

“Yes,” she says, now looking away bashfully.

When I come out of the shower, she was under the covers in my bed, I turn off the lights and slide under the covers next to her. I thought she was asleep at first, but as soon as I’m settled in, she turns to face me, her eyes almost sparkling in the dark when she turns to me.

“Did I wake you?” I whisper.

“No,” she whispers back, “I decided to wait for you.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah,” she smiles, “I thought you deserved a little reward for today.”

I swallow.

“What do you have in mind?”

“Close your eyes,” she says.

I do what she says and a few seconds pass before I feel her plant a gentle kiss on corner of my mouth. She’s smiling at me when I open my eyes.

“Good night,” she says and turns around.

“Good night,” I whisper back.

Even though I won’t be falling asleep any time soon.

AN: This chapter is me making up for the previous chapter being so late. I had fun writing this one, so you all enjoy. XOXO

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Spellbound - Harvey x Female Farmer

Chapter 8 - Goldmine

Would it be a Stardew Valley fic without a chapter in the mines?

CW: Slight smut

So things are going well with the doctor, thanks for asking!

It’s been a few days since the date, and I keep finding myself at the clinic each morning with two coffees, one black and one with cream. I know, I’m such a romantic.

And how has “taking it slow” been going, you ask? Well, that depends. I don’t think it’s a bad thing that we can’t keep our hands to ourselves, it just means we really like each other, right? It’s just a bit hard to shake the feeling of adolescent shame every time we go against something we so maturely agreed on only three days ago.

In short, every time I visit the clinic, we end up sloppily making out on a hospital bed until things get dangerously close to third (sometimes fourth) base. 

So I’m torn! I want this to be serious between us, but he knows I’m no match for that damn doctor's coat. 

The walk to the clinic was short but sweltering today as the valley enters late Spring. The cool air of the clinic feels nice when I first step inside. He usually greets me first, but today I’m met with the stillness of an empty waiting room.

“Harvey?” I call out, “I’ve got your coffee!”

“Back here!” I hear him answer from the back of the clinic.

I take that as an invitation to pass through the “employees only” doors and find him working in one of the exam rooms.

“Good morning,” I greet him tenderly.

I hand him his coffee, and he immediately takes a sip and sets it down on the desk beside him. I do the same with mine.

“Good morning,” he greets back, casually leaning up against an exam table with his hands in his pockets, “You’re glowing today, get a good night’s sleep?”

I guess he’s in doctor mode already, it makes me smile.

“I did,” I say, taking a step closer to him, “Lots of dreams of you.”

“Oh,” he blushes, “Good dreams I hope.”

“Yes you were very good in them.”

“Goodness,” he laughs nervously, checking his watch.

“Do you have a patient coming in soon?”

“Well, sort of,” he explains, “But he always no-shows.”

“Oh?” I ask, stepping even closer, “How much time would that give us?”

“About an hour.”

His face is beet red at this point, I can tell he’s trying to keep a straight face, though. The stark lighting in here makes it hard to miss a single thing.

Before I can make the first move, I feel his hands find my waist. It makes me gasp a bit, so I repay the favor by running my hands up his chest then wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling myself against him.

It seems he’s been thinking about this as much as I have, as we get right to it. Our lips collide desperately, but not sloppily. There’s urgency, but he’s always gentle and precise with his movements. I almost forget he’s a clutz in moments like this.

I feel him start to let his hands slip lower into uncharted territory, first my hips, then he squeezes my ass. I softly moan into the kiss as I feel heat build up between my legs. 

He spins me around, now with my back toward the exam table. In one swift motion, he carries me off the ground and places me on the table, only pausing the kiss for one moment before continuing with the same vigor as before. I open my legs to allow him closer.

I’m not shocked when I feel his bulge against my thigh. It’s his turn to moan into the kiss, and I revel in each short second of it. I run my fingers through his hair as his hands travel up my back and under my t-shirt. 

He pulls away from the kiss for just a moment, locking eyes with me. Before I can complain, he begins kissing my neck.

“Harvey,” his name escapes my lips. I feel his grip on my hips tighten, pulling me flush against his gyrating hips.

“I’m sorry,” he says between wet kisses along my collarbone, “I know we agreed to take things slow.”

“But?”

“But I’m losing the will to wait.”

My chest explodes in fireworks as he seals his words with a deep kiss. And I’m not sure I have the will to stop him either.

As I’m about to slip a hand down to the front of his slacks, the sound of the clinic doorbell rings, sending painful disillusionment across my body. Harvey pulls away abruptly and looks at me, disheveled and panicked.

“Shit—I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

He pulls away after helping me down from the table. He rushes to tidy up and… adjust himself.

“He never comes,” he looks at me sympathetically, “Bino, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” I coo, stepping closer and fixing a loose strand of his hair, “Go see your patient, I can always come back later.”

His face relaxes and he plants a quick kiss on the corner of my lips.

“Thank you.”

I follow him to the door leading to the waiting room. Instead of walking me out, he holds it open for me to pass through.

“I’ll see you again in a few weeks, Miss Bino,” he says, “Feel better.”

I squint up at him, not appreciating this sort of treatment, but whatever, I’ll be the bigger person for now.

“Thanks, doctor,” I respond as I walk past him. 

I’m about to walk out of the clinic when I catch a glimpse of a familiar face in the waiting area.

“Shane?” I ask, pulling his attention away from the magazine in his lap.

“What?” he says through droopy eyes, “What do you want?”

Someone isn’t a morning person.

“Don’t worry, I’m just saying hi,” I tell him over my shoulder, taking his grumpier-than-usual attitude today as a message to leave him alone.

“Uh-huh.”

As I walk back to the farmhouse, I notice a cluster of dark clouds on the horizon. I take a moment to read the wind and deduce that the clouds should be overhead in about four hours. That at least gives me enough time to finish a day’s work on the farm and get the animals fed. Feels like the perfect day to go into the mines.

I push through my chores and pack an appropriate bag before I set out towards the mountain pass.

The rain is approaching now, making the trek through the trees a bit more eerie than it was on the afternoon of Harvey and I’s date.

Shapes and shadows on the forest floor get my imagination going as I carry on alone.

I’m met with the dark mouth of the mine’s entrance. A strong wind coming from inside nearly knocks me off balance, as if it were trying to keep me from going inside.

I swallow down the lump forming in my throat and push on.

As I enter the mines and my eyes adjust to the darkness inside, my heart nearly stops when I notice a man-shaped shadow standing at the base of the first shaft.

“Bino it’s me,” a familiar voice calls, “Marlon.”

I let out an audible sigh, trying to convince my body that I’m not about to meet certain death.

“Jeez, Marlon,” I half scold, “You scared the crap out of me!”

“My apologies,” he says, “But an adventurer should always be prepared for surprises such as this.”

“Yeah, I know,” I trail off.

Marlon directs his attention back down the mineshaft, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.

“The mines are active today,” his voice echoes eerily in the cave, sending a shiver down my spine.

“Oh yeah?” I ask, “What makes you say that?”

“Can’t you hear it?” he asks.

I remain silent for a moment, hearing nothing but the slow drips of water and my quickening breaths.

“Nothing right now,” I reply.

Marlon sighs as he steps away from the opening.

“I see you plan to head down the shaft,” he gestures towards my pack, “Be cautious on your adventures today, young Bino.”

“Yes, sir,” I respond.

“Your grandfather would be happy to see you back here,” he says before disappearing through the bright cave opening, leaving me alone in the dark.

I switch on my headlamp and shine it down the opening of the first mineshaft.

This wouldn’t be my first time in the mines. I’m aware that the most dangerous thing about them is getting lost in the lengths of their endless tunnels. But his warning sounded more sinister than that. 

Whatever. I shake off the nerves and climb down the ladder, ignoring the bad feeling in my gut.

The first level is completely familiar to me at this point. I find myself exploring it with ease and gathering valuable ores with money signs for eyes.

Levels two and three go by just as easily, my luck seemingly increasing each time I climb down the ladder. 

I begin to lose myself in the work, going down further than I usually would. I’ve lost track, but I believe I am currently on the eighth level.

This shaft is darker than the rest; the surrounding rock and soil are nearly pitch-black, eating up every ounce of light emitted from my pathetic headlamp.

I begin to assess whether it’s time to turn back, but something shimmers in the corner of my eye.

I turn toward it, shining the orange light of my headlamp at it to reveal a rock exposing a vein gold ore.

“Oh hell yeah,” I whisper to myself, a little celebration for such a fruitful venture.

Without hesitation, I begin hacking at the surrounding rock, letting it crumble away to reveal my spoils. With most of the rubble out of the way, I begin extracting the ore with my hands and putting it into my already heavy bag. 

I happily hum to myself as I imagine how much this will all weigh at the blacksmith’s tomorrow. I’ll have to treat Harvey to a nice lunch this weekend. 

But my daydreams are interrupted by the obvious sound of shuffling feet in the darkness behind me.

Suddenly, I’m frozen in fear, listening for another sound before I move again.

Skffffkskfffskfff.

There it is again, but this time it’s closer.

I spring to my feet and turn around.

“Who’s there?” I call out.

No one responds.

“I’m armed!” I threaten and squeeze my pickaxe close to my chest.

The sound comes back, but this time it's moving faster, and towards me .

I give into my natural instinct and make a break for the ladder, snatching up my bag of gold before I go through all of this for nothing.

As I’m climbing up the ladder and about to make it to the upper level, a cold, clammy hand grabs me by the ankle. I scream at the top of my lungs as it drags me down, hitting my head on almost every rung of the ladder on the way.

Things start to get blurry, but then I see it. A shadowy figure with a frown and eyeless sockets towers over me as I lay there on the floor. Either from fear, exertion, or injury, I feel my eyes roll back in my head and everything becomes truly dark.

AN: Hi, guys! I am SO SORRY for this really late and short chapter, I got really sick this past week and didn't feel well enough to do anything. Good news is that I'm doing MUCH better and that I already started working on the next chapter, which will be from Harvey's POV again! I love writing this fic! I hope you enjoy this chapter and start looking forward to the next release, which will be a lot sooner than usual!

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Spellbound - Harvey x Female Farmer

Chapter 7 - April Showers Bring May Flowers

Back to Bino's POV for this chapter. This chapter picks up right where the last one left off. CW: Slight age gap.

After our PG-13 encounter earlier, I didn’t expect him to want more so soon. I thought we’d at least make it to the farmhouse before picking up where we left off.

And in the stockroom? Of the saloon? Goodness, Harvey.

As he leads me to the back area of the saloon, a giddy feeling tickles my insides. Images of us fondling each other in a dimly lit room flash across my mind, and I know I’m blushing by the way my cheeks burn.

He was such a mess over lunch, I wonder what did it for him? Were my nipples poking through my dress? I hope so.

I follow him into a small, dark closet. He shuts the door behind us and switches on the singular lightbulb hanging in the center of the ceiling. 

The lighting is dim and warm, just like I pictured. We’re surrounded by shelves of wine and liquor, filling the room with a bittersweet scent.

“Are we allowed to be in here?” I tease.

“Yeah,” he responds, “I, uh, volunteer.”

“Right…”

A bit of a weird response, but I brush it off.

He nervously adjusts his glasses as my gaze bounces from his eyes, down to his lips, and back up to his eyes.

“So what was it you needed to tell me?” I ask, since he seems speechless.

“Well,” he starts, eyes darting to one side, “It’s important to me that we’re on the same page about a few things.”

“Oh, I think we are, Harvey,” I move closer.

He meets my eye.

“We are?”

He looks at me, confused. A lump starts to form in my throat.

“Well, now I’m not sure,” I say, dejected, dropping my hands to my sides.

“What were you thinking?”

“Nothing,” I interject, “What was it that you needed to say?”

“Well,” he sighs nervously, “I’ve enjoyed our time together so far, and I think it’s obvious that, well, I like you.”

Jeez it’s always a rollercoaster with this guy. So is he horny or not?

“And,” he continues, “I’d appreciate it if you explained something to me.”

I thought I was confused before, but now I feel like I’m on a whole other planet.

“I, uh—” I stutter, wrinking my nose, “Sure?”

“Okay,” he pauses again, “I swear I wasn’t eavesdropping, he just speaks so loud and he was right there.”

“Okay?”

“Sam was talking to his friends in the booth next to ours, the one right behind me.”

I’m hit with a dizzying pang in my gut.

“What exactly did you hear?”

My voice sounds so small now. 

He doesn’t answer, like he’s trying to think of a way to phrase it.

“Is this about what happened between Sam and me?” 

“I—yes,” he stutters.

His face is obscured in the darkness, but I can still see his eyes are darting anywhere but my gaze.

“He was telling his friends that you were going to spend the night with him.”

My throat feels so tight I’m surprised I can still breathe.

“Is that all?”

“No…” he says.

Fight or flight kicks in at this point. I turn towards the door and grab the handle.

Harvey reaches out and gently grasps my arm, stopping me from turning the handle.

“Bino, please wait, I need you to listen,” I can barely hear him through the ringing in my ears, “I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep for weeks if I let you get away.”

I’m getting heart palpitations, my vision is blurry so I can’t tell if I’m looking at him or not.

“You called him a different name,” he says

“Oh…” is all I can manage.

“Yes…”

I’m sweating through my dress at this point. I was kind of coping with the memories of that evening by distracting myself with how well things were currently going with Harvey. Maybe it would have been something I could tell him later on and laugh about it. But this is so unbearably embarrassing. 

“I’m sorry for all the theatrics,” he apologizes, “But I refuse to act like a fool for the rest of the date with this bottled up.”

The haze slowly disperses as I find his gaze. He sighs, as if composing himself.

“I was envious of him, it made me realize that I want to do this the right way with you, take things slow.”

I’m still too stunned to speak.

“So I apologize for making this so unbearable, and possibly ruining our date, but I wear my emotions on my sleeve, the date would have been ruined regardless if I hadn’t said anything.”

What?

“You didn’t ruin it,” I argue, “As embarrassed as I am, I’d rather someone be honest with me, especially about something that’s bothering them.”

I feel so mature after saying that. In all honesty, I’m just  desperately trying to redeem myself after possibly the most embarrassing moment of my life.

“That’s a relief,” he sighs, finally releasing my arm and letting it fall to his side.

“As much as I love an eerie vibe,” I try lightening the mood, “But it would be nice to leave all the awkwardness in here and take a walk outside on this beautiful day.”

“You’re right,” he laughs, “I know a good spot we could sit down, too.”

“You do?”

“I know them all.”

Good. Things are feeling better. Maybe I’m just dramatic, that wasn’t so bad.

Harvey holds the door open for me as we leave the stockroom.

“After you,” he says.

It’s silly, but I blush anyway.

It takes a moment for my eyes to adjust when we step out into the sunlight. It really is a beautiful day. I slip my hand into his and watch his lips curl into a slightly downturned smile.

“So you want to take things slow?” I ask, mainly to get a reaction out of him, especially after he practically held me hostage and interrogated me for the past twenty minutes.

“I thought we were leaving everything in the stockroom?”

“Just the awkward atmosphere,” I say, “It’s something I want too, I’m getting a bit too old for something fast anyway.”

“I doubt that, how old are you?” he asks.

“I’m 27.”

“Maybe you are a bit too old, then,” he teases.

“What?” I match his energy, “You don’t seem like one to talk, what are you, 40?”

“I’m 33!” he argues mid-laugh, “We’re getting sidetracked, we’re supposed to be finding somewhere to sit.”

“Fine, as long as you go on the record as the one who changed the subject.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he dramatically rolls his eyes, “So pick one, view of the town or view of the ocean?”

“Hmm,” I pause, thinking for a moment, “A view of the town sounds perfect for today, can you promise to take me to see the ocean on another day?”

“I promise,” he says with no hesitation, I get butterflies.

“Good, then lead the way.”

We head north, the air gets cooler as we head up towards the mountain paths, shaded by tall trees.

“I don’t think this will ever get old to me,” he says, with this dreamy look on his face.

“What?” I say, clearly frazzled.

“How beautiful the valley is.”

Maybe I’m a bit self-centered.

“Me neither,” I agree, “The city got old pretty quick.”

“You didn’t grow up there?” he asks.

“Nope,” I reply, “I was actually born in Stardew, my grandfather raised me.”

“Oh!” he acts interested, “Did the farm used to be his?”

“Yeah, I inherited it a few years ago when he passed.”

“I’m sorry for your loss,” he doesn’t miss a beat.

“It’s alright, it’s been some time and I’ve come to terms with it,” I start, “It did take some time to be able to move back here after losing him.”

“Of course.”

“But I’m glad I did,” I show him a shy smile.

“Me too,” he shows me that unprofessional smile back.

“Are we getting close to your spot?” I ask.

“Just around the bend,” he gestures ahead of us.

We walk the rest of the way in a comfortable silence, something I’ve grown used to spending these past couple days with him.

“Here we are,” he says as we enter a clearing with a gap in the trees.

I follow him through and the view is impressive for how short of a walk we took. Nearly the entire town is visible, it isnt too far away, but we’re up high enough that I can almost see the farmhouse from where we are.

“Oh wow,” I say, mouth slightly agape, “What a great view.”

“Isn’t it?”

We share another brief moment of silence as we stare off over town.

“Hang on,” I say, breaking it, “Didn’t you say you were afraid of heights?”

“Well,” his look gives away his transparency, “We aren’t that high up, and something about having you with me makes me less afraid, I guess.”

Did he plan this?

“Really?”

“Yes,” he’s serious, “Why don’t we sit for a bit?”

“I’d love that.”

Before I can stop him, his blazer comes off and he lays it on the grass.

“So you don’t dirty your dress, I don’t know why no one’s ever had the idea to put a bench here.”

I know by now that playing humble means nothing to him, so I accept his chivalry this time.

“Thank you, Harvey,” I say and watch his ears redden.

“You’re welcome.”

We sit next to each other, him in the grass and me on his blazer, taking in the view of Pelican Town.

Stardew Valley is a very quiet place. No cars rushing by, honking. Only birds chirping and the wind rustling. 

“Do you see yourself growing old here?” I ask with the image of my grandfather in mind.

“Lately, yes, I do.”

“Oh?” I ask, knowing exactly what he’s implying.

“I was starting to get a bit lonely, people usually treat me as a professional,” he starts to explain, “There’s always a line drawn, its even there with those I consider close friends.”

“What has changed?” I ask, again, knowing exactly what he’s implying.

“You’ve never once made me feel that way. It was alarming at first, nerve racking even, but I’m comforted by it now.”

“So what I’m getting from this is,” I pause to look at him, “All it took was someone being casual with you and you were smitten?”

“Pretty much,” he laughs, “But it’s important to me, you seem to bring my walls down like no one else can.”

“I’ll take that as the best compliment anyone can give,” I say seriously now.

“Would I still be taking it slow if I kiss you right now?” he asks, looking captivated by something on my face.

“Maybe a little but I think we can contain ourselves,” I tease back, feeling the hairs on my neck stand up.

He brushes a strand of hair away from my face, the back of his hand gently grazing my cheek. We gaze into eachothers eyes for a moment, looking smitten for one another, before closing the gap between us with a kiss.

This one is gentle, he kisses me softly as the breeze brushes past. There is something so intimate about being kissed this way, every detail becoming apparent, my senses heightened.

He smells of vanilla aftershave and tobacco. It fills my lungs with butterflies, so much so that I’m crushed when something starts beeping in his pocket and he pulls away.

“I’m sorry,” he groans.

I sit back and watch as he takes a beeper out of his pocket. 

“Looks like there’s a non-emergency at the clinic,” he says looking disappointed.

“That’s alright,” I say, “It’s getting a bit late for me anyway, the chickens might be getting hungry.”

“Right,” he smiles, looking relieved, “Let’s do something like this again soon.”

“I’d love that.”

He flushes before standing and offering me his hand, pulling me to my feet.

“Shall we?” he says as we walk out from the clearing and head back towards town.

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