Stardew Valley x Reader

Scribble (Elliott)

(Fluff) (Mute!Male Reader)

(M/N) sighed as he stepped into the farmhouse, kicking off his soaking wet boots and hat by the door. Most of the crops were ripe today, meaning he spent most of his time picking, gathering, uprooting, and carrying most of what had been planted that fall. Needless to say, he was pretty tired. Slouching in one of the chairs next to the kitchen table he closed his eyes. Soon he felt large warm hands sitting on his shoulders accompanied by a deep soothing voice. "Welcome back my love, did you have a rough day?" (E/C) eyes opened and looked up to see a beautiful copper-haired man smiling down at him.

(M/N) grinned up at his husband, Elliott, moving his hands to where he could see them and quickly signed a response. Rough but productive. How about you?

An excited look crossed Elliott's face. "Actually I had a rather fun day. It started with some cleaning and you'll never guess what I found." (M/N) cocked an eyebrow as the man scurried off into the other room and came back moments later with two worn looking notebooks in his hands. The farmer's eyes lit up with recognition as Elliott spoke. "I found our old journals!" He grinned and took a seat next to his husband at the table, laying the books across the wood.

Running a gentle hand across the (F/C) leather, (M/N) let the memories wash over him. When he first arrived in Pelican Town, he was nervous that the townsfolk wouldn't be able to understand him. Not too many people knew sign language but there wasn't anything he could do about it. An accident when he was younger had caused the poor boy to lose his voice, making him mute. He spent a long time learning sign language to attempt to communicate but found that it was essentially a useless skill when others didn't know how to read it. But he made due.

The day after he moved in, (M/N) set about exploring the town, starting with the beach. As he stepped out over the sand, he nearly ran into someone. After registering what had happened, he quickly signed out an apology to the person. "Assuming that was an apology, I want you to know that it's perfectly fine. No harm done." The copper-haired man smiled. (M/N) could feel heat rushing to his cheeks. He was gorgeous.

That was their first encounter. They continued to run into each other all over Pelican Town, sometimes literally sometimes not. (M/N) had begun to grow frustrated that he couldn't speak with the gorgeous man, whom he soon learned was named Elliott, and that he didn't seem to know sign language either.

Little did he know that Elliott felt similarly. He was devastated that he wasn't able to fully understand the sweet farmer that had moved to Pelican Town. He had found a book on sign language in the library, but he just couldn't seem to grasp it. The motions just didn't make sense to him. However, it was that very book that gave him an idea.

The next day, he approached the farmer, whom he had learned through the grapevine was named (M/N), with a (F/C) leather journal and a pen. "I have a gift for you," Elliott had said. "I thought that perhaps you could write out what you wish to say, so that the townsfolk, myself included, might be able to understand you a bit more."

(M/N) was touched by the gesture and overjoyed that Elliott, sweet Elliott, went out of his way to bring him this gift. The very first words that he had scribbled in this journal were 'Thank you!'.

(M/N) sighed dreamily as he reminisced about their first meeting, flipping through the pages of the old book. He turned to his husband with a smile. I remember when you didn't understand sign language. His motions swift and precise. I also remember how much effort you put into learning it later.

Elliott smiled warmly and took (M/N)'s calloused hands in his own, pressing a kiss to his fingertips. "I wanted to understand you even more, my love," he said with a gaze that held nothing but tenderness.

It was soon after the two had filled the second notebook with their many conversations that Elliott had decided to try once more to learn sign language, this time with success. Perhaps it was the blossoming love between the two of them that filled the writer with determination.

Yes, the love he felt for the farmer had grown into a beautiful garden, the seed being planted from their very first meeting when he saw those (E/C) eyes that he loved so much. And those very eyes were filled with so much emotion and had become the inspiration for one of his new books. (M/N) had become quite flustered when he found out about this.

(M/N) had taken the second journal and begun flipping through it until a slip of paper fell from between the pages. He recognized the neat and beautiful handwriting to be Elliott's. A stark contrast to the messy chicken scratch that belonged to (M/N). On the slip of paper was one of the many poems that Elliott had written to the farmer.

"Ah, did you keep these old things?" Elliott asked, looking at the old piece of writing. "But I've improved so much since then."

(M/N) blushed and looked away, confessing that he liked it when Elliott had sent him poems and that he would reread them whenever he was feeling upset.

Elliott let out a chuckle. "I suppose that means I will have to write you more poetry then." (M/N) nodded excitedly. He loved Elliott's writing.

Elliott's chuckle turned into full-blown laughter. His husband was so cute. As they were walking down memory lane together, Elliott's hand drifted to the Mermaid's pendant around his neck. He rarely took it off, it was proof of their love, their bond as a couple. He could remember the day clearly. It was fall when (M/N) had proposed, a light breeze carrying the leaves through the air on the very beach where they had first met. One of the greatest moments of his life second only to their actual wedding.

(M/N) met Elliott's loving gaze with a smile. I'm glad that you found these. He signed. And I'm even more glad that I get to be your husband.

"I'm glad as well," Elliott said happily. "And to think it started with these scribbles. I wouldn't have it any other way."

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A/N: A short one yet a sweet one in my opinion. This was a request from Stuthepan on AO3. I hope you all enjoyed this one!