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monstersandmaw · 10 months

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I am unreasonably excited for this stardew fic im hearing about 👀 (also seb, my love- i always end up romancing him)

Thank you! In all my playthroughs (maybe five before this one, lol) I've never romanced anyone. This one (which inspired this story) I decided to romance and marry Seb :).

The story is gonna feature a lot of the game and setting as inspiration, but I'm going to edit the mechanics a bit so it's less contrived, and there are gonna be more supernatural elements and folks at play... :). And an affectionate, fwb situation with Elliott before the end-game Sebastian romance, just a heads up.

Since you were kind enough to reach out about it, here's a 1400 word WIP sneak peek of Rowan, my gruff, buff werewoof farmer:

(CW: standoffish, loner character with scars on his neck from a werewolf bite, passing mention of a werewolf attack at night that nearly killed him)

This run-down, wild farm, with its endless tangle of fairytale brambles arcing around the roots of maple and oak trees, and its overgrown ponds full of frogs and flowering water weeds, was beyond perfect.

Of course, Rowan knew next to nothing about organic vegetable farming, but that was a problem for another day.

Mayor Lewis dithered on the top step a moment longer before taking his leave with Robin and heading back up the rutted path towards the town. Apparently Rowan had been taciturn enough to drive the chatty old man away, and something about him had evidently unnerved Robin a little. Maybe it was the mess of scars on his throat. He didn’t much care. If it meant they left him alone, so much the better. He wasn’t sure that anyone but Robin in her off-road pickup could make it comfortably along the winding drive to the farm anyway, and it was a miracle that the old man hadn’t toppled into a pothole or a ditch on his way over.

Rowan watched them leave together, deliberately ignoring their nattering gossip about him, which carried easily enough on the spring air to his sharp ears, and he felt something new prickle down his spine. It wasn’t even close to the full moon — he’d made damned sure of that before booking his one-way ticket to the sleepy little valley — but something about this place set the wolf in him prowling. He realised with a jolt that his wolf liked this new territory, with its fresh air and cacophonous birdsong. Where he’d been fractious and aggressive in the city, prone to lashing out when he felt the least bit cornered or trapped, now his wolf was practically bounding on the spot to explore his new territory and claim it as his own, and Rowan recoiled from the idea.

“I am not an animal,” he snarled at himself.

He thought that after bearing the curse for a year, he should have been far more accustomed to the feeling of there being a whole new part of himself inside his own head, or in his heart. And yet, noticing that the way he was feeling was largely because of the wolf, and not his human side, still freaked him the fuck out.

He turned back to the front door of the tumbledown cabin where his grandfather had lived until he’d had to go into care five years earlier, and immediately put his boot through the rotten boards of the veranda with a curse and another snarl. A small family of mice skittered away beneath the house, their pungent smell rising through the new hole to his sensitive nose, and he sighed. “Still not alone, even out here.”

Although the moon was only halfway to full, and against his better judgement, Rowan did let the shift sweep over him a few nights later, and as he sloughed off the complex trappings of his human life and sank his claws delightfully into the velvet-soft dirt, he patrolled the perimeter of the farm where his human self had spent his first week in Stardew Valley clearing weeds and setting up his first organic vegetable beds.

His wolf didn’t think about the uppity shopkeeper in the general store or the awkward blacksmith who’d smelled of a nauseous cocktail of discomfort, anxiety and axle grease, or the harried-looking man in a tweed jacket who’d smelled of coffee and antiseptic. His wolf lowered its head to the ground and inhaled the scents of rabbit and squirrel. It couldn’t decide if it was relieved or saddened to find no trace of wolves — shifter or otherwise — in the area, but seemed to settle for relieved as he slunk like a deeper shred of shadow from the porch of the farmhouse and bounded off into the dark to explore the place with the new, golden eyes of a wolf in place of the slightly blurry, hazel eyes of a human.

A rockfall in the cliffs behind the wreckage of the greenhouse had exposed a damp cave some years ago, though it smelled of bat guano and little else to interest a wolf. He let it be. Trotting eagerly on, the wolf relished the decadent flex and stretch of its powerful muscles, and the bliss of being able to shift whenever the fancy took him was enough to make him tilt his head to the sky and howl his ecstasy at the silent stars.

Rowan knew that being bitten and turned, and dumped unknowingly into the secret world of the supernatural, had taken its toll on him.

His sanity had been right on the ragged edge when he’d come across that forgotten letter from his grandfather in a desk drawer. After a year of trying to hold the remnants of his miserable life in the city together, of slinking down into an old storm drain on the edge of an abandoned industrial estate every full moon, to cage and contain his frustrated, furious wolf, Rowan had known he had to get out of the city. Permanently. It was messing with his wolf and he was losing more of his awareness to it with each passing full moon. He’d also started zoning out at his desk at work and coming-to with claws out and the wolf prowling right beneath his yellow-eyed facade of calm, even halfway through the cycle. The constant clacking of keyboards, the shrill, metallic ringing of office telephones, and the stink of leftover lunches from the cubicle next door to his was going to make him snap. Violently.

Part problem and part gift, his wolf existed purely in the ‘now’. There was no painful past; no human lying abandoned and bleeding and irrevocably changed on the rain-soaked tarmac of a grotty bus station; no human who’d drifted out of touch with his one surviving family member; no bills overdue and no landlord to keep happy. There was only the scent of moss and emerging spring grass and last year’s fallen pine cones, and the echo of a fox’s passing trail across the land which was now his territory.

Rowan’s wolf followed its nose down to the lower pond and lapped luxuriantly at the rich, cool water. His ears drew back and another thrill of delight ran down the length of his body as the sweet, wholesome taste of the water exploded across his tongue; he could detect none of the pollution and chemicals of the city water, just fresh spring that bubbled up from the depths of the earth, carrying with it the minerals and magic of the place.

Yes, this place had magic in abundance.

His grandfather had married a witch, so magic had been in Rowan’s blood already before he’d been mutilated by a lone werewolf at three in the morning in a filthy, city bus station. Perhaps that had been why a bite that messy had taken when it would have killed most people. He prayed he never met his monstrous sire, because he knew he’d rip his fucking head off for ruining his life and turning him into a slathering, near-mindless monster once a month. It was probably only by sheer, dumb luck that he hadn’t been killed by hunters, or killed someone himself by accident, and it had only been by the grace and patience of a blue-haired witch named Mercury that he’d even known what was happening to him in the first place. He shuddered to think where he’d have been without her.

A figure moved in the darkness at the edge of the trees on the southern-most reaches of his property and his lips drew back into a snarl.

“Easy, Rowan,” came a resonant, bass voice, and he froze, tilting his head, ears pricked. He recognised that voice, but couldn’t place it. For answer, he just growled a warning. “Easy,” came the voice a second time. “Rowan MacTavish, I am not here to hurt you. It is I, Rasmodius.”

At the sound of his full name on the still night air, Rowan’s whole body shivered, but the wolf let go of his mind a little. Thought came to him just a little easier. Rasmodius. That was the name of the wizard in the tower. Rowan blinked his golden eyes and sat back on his haunches.

“May I approach?”

He whined and ended the sound in a soft sneeze. Close enough to a petulant ‘fine’, he supposed.

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(more soon, hopefully, if there's interest :3)

#werewolf farmer #stardew valley farmer #stardew valley fic #rowan the werewolf #farmer rowan #ask me anything #wip

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brienneoftarth1989 · 1 year

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Larissa Weems x fem reader

Summary: - As the newest outcast teacher at Nevermore you made it your mission to find who was which outcast. However you were stumped about Larissa until one night you finally got it right

Warnings: graphic violence

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You have been working at Nevermore for the past six months and since you have been here you have been trying your best to figure out what kind of outcasts your colleagues were. I mean you could’ve asked your colleagues but that was no fun. You liked to make a game out of it.

You have always had a curious soul about things and considering you were the history teacher at Nevermore Academy you’ve always liked to know about the past and you especially like knowing everyone else's history.

However you do have your limits. You didn’t want to pry too much to the point where you made people uncomfortable. Like you said you just had a curious personality. The first colleague you were able to guess right was coach Vlad.

He was a vampire. You knew that Vlad was a very common name among the vampire world so it came to no surprise to find out he was one. You and the fencing coach became quite close immediately when you started. You had a lot in common in terms of your personality so the two of you always seemed to have a laugh together.

You were officially told by coach Vlad that he was a vampire after you both sat in the staff canteen. It was 9:00 and he had a glass of what looked to be red wine. You out of pure curiosity asked why he was drinking at this time of the morning with humour behind your question.

That was when he informed you that it was not wine he was drinking but in fact blood. He told you that he was a vampire and every so often he needed to replenish his body with fresh blood. It was nice that he trusted you enough to tell the truth.

Over time you managed to get closer and closer with your colleagues and eventually found out what outcasts they were. Mr Fitts, who taught English, was a werewolf. Miss Hilda Boom, who taught supernatural studies, was a psychic, no surprise there. Mr Raiden Cooper who taught outcast anatomy was a siren. Mr Henry Darwin who taught astronomy was a gorgon.

You also learnt that Marilyn Thornhill who taught botanical sciences was in fact not an outcast and was therefore a normie. It makes sense that Larissa hired a teacher that wasn’t an outcast considering she is trying desperately for outcasts and normies to have a stronger relationship.

Speaking of Larissa she was the one person you couldn’t seem to figure out. You’ve tried to get close to the headmistress but she isn’t one for making friends. Even if you never figured out what type of outcast Larissa was, you still wanted to be her friend but she wouldn’t let anyone get too close to her. She differently has trust issues due to something in her past.

You had a hunch as to what type of outcast she was but you had no hard core evidence that it was true. You believed that she was a shapeshifter due to her height. Shapeshifters are known to be very tall and beautiful but that was the only evidence you had and it could’ve been a coincidence.

That was until the night of the funfair. The night had a relatively normal start to it. You were chaperoning the kids at the local funfair which would show up in town a few times of the year. Providing the children had permission on a selected night they would get to go down and enjoy the night.

You were also allowed to enjoy the night but you also had to be around to keep an eye on the students. You knew what the normie kids could be like around the students so it was important to keep an eye on everyone to make sure nothing broke out. The night was going smoothly until you saw Wednesday start chasing Rowan into the woods.

You were highly concerned considering the students were not supposed to leave the fairground let alone go into the woods without permission. You chased after them hoping you would catch up with them quickly as you didn’t want either of them to get hurt as you didn’t know what was going on.

“Wednesday! Rowan!” you shouted searching the woods for the two students. However you were shocked when you came to an opening to see that Wednesday was pinned to a tree with Rowan using his telekinesis powers to keep her there. Just as you were about to intervene you watched this huge monster run out from deep in the woods.

You stood in shock as you watched this beast tear Rowan’s body apart. You let out this deafening scream which seemed to scare the monster causing it to run back to where it came from. You immediately ran over to Wednesday.

“Are you alright?” you asked, picking up her weak body trying to shield her eyes from the massacre in front of her. However it was already too late. You heard Wednesday scream into your chest at the sight of her friend. She was tough but this would be enough to traumatise anyone.

You carried Wednesday to your car and let her rest there before going to find Principal Weems. “Larissa, there has been a massive incident. I just watched this huge beast tear Rowan’s body apart in the woods. Wednesday witnessed everything as well but I’ve taken her to my car at the moment” you said as quickly as you could so Larissa could deal with the matter at hand quickly.

“Thanks for letting me know. I will see if I can sort this out. I don’t want the sheriff finding out just yet as they will immediately blame us for this tragic event. Inform the other staff members here to get the remaining students back to Nevermore effective immediately” she said before storming off in the direction of the forest.

The next half an hour you spent finding your colleagues and helping them find the rest of the students. After about an hour you had finally managed to round up all the students and get back to Nevermore. You also spoke to Enid and told her to keep an eye on Wednesday and if there are any issues to come find you immediately.

Over the next few days everyone around Nevermore was on edge including yourself. You had tried to speak to Larissa about what happened but she wouldn’t tell you anything that was going on. You found it quite bizarre with how secretive she was being about this. You thought she might’ve given you some insight to everything that happened considering you informed her about what happened.

You let it go. You decided you needed to move on with everything because it was clear that Larissa wasn’t going to give you anymore information. However you were shook to your core when you watched Rowan walk past you and walk into Larissa’s office. Were you dreaming? That was definitely Rowan.

But that was impossible. You watched Rowan die. You saw the state of his body and there is no possible way he could’ve come back from that and you knew that no outcast would be able to use their power to bring him back to life.

You were suspicious. There was no way that was Rowan so who the hell was it. You followed Rowan however you stopped at the giant oak doors resting your ear against the wood trying to get a listen as to what was being said. You managed to find out that ‘Rowan’ was going back home so would be leaving this afternoon to go to the train station.

This was the perfect opportunity. You rushed to your room to get changed into a different outfit as well as grabbing a hat and a pair of sunglasses. You then immediately went to the train station to start your investigation. You sat for about an hour when you saw Rowan walk onto the platform.

You watched as Rowan walked into the restrooms but were shocked to see someone else walk out a couple minutes late. A tall blonde man. That was strange because you never saw him enter the restroom. You had been very observant over the last hour so you would’ve seen him walk into that bathroom.

You decided to follow him. You had a feeling that this person would help give you answers. You followed them into a darker area of the station making sure you kept a decent distance between the two of you so they didn’t become suspicious.

However when you watched the man walk into the dark shadows, so you were surprised to see Larissa emerge. You were right. She was a shapeshifter and now you had the proof with your own eyes. “Larissa?” you questioned as you walked closer to the tall woman.

Larissa quickly snapped her neck to look at you realising she had been caught shifting. “Of course it would be you that would find out the truth about me. I heard that you were going around trying to find out who was what kind of outcast” she moaned at you. “So spit it out, now you know I’m a shifter who do you want me to turn into?” she asked.

You just stood there in shock. “I don’t want you to turn into anyone” you said shyly looking down at your feet. “So why have you been so desperate to find out about everyone’s abilities then?” she questioned you. “I’m a history teacher Larissa. I just enjoy learning about everything but I know my limits. All I ever wanted was to be your friend Larissa. I’ve been able to make friends with everyone but you” you sighed, still looking at your feet before eventually making eye contact with her.

“I’m sorry y/n, I’ve always been secretive about my abilities. People have never trusted me because they didn’t know if I was shifting into other people and the people who did trust me always wanted me to shift into someone else” she sighed. You could see she was hurt by her past.

“Let's go back to Nevermore Larissa. Just know that I didn’t mean for you to feel uncomfortable. I really just wanted to know you better. Why don’t we open a nice bottle of red that I have in my room? We can just chill out and get to know each other a bit better” you smiled as you walked past Larissa to start heading back to Nevermore.

“That would be nice y/n” Larissa said as she followed behind you.

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