Elliott Stardew Valley Fanart Novels & Stories

"Are you ready?" He nodded. He meant it when he said he would help her get back on her feet when the contract ends, he was going to make sure she'd be happy after everything. Wanda turned the canvas to him and his jaw dropped. He took steps toward her and observed the work of art in her arms. "Wanda this is amazing." He said in awe. "You did this?" "Yes. It was not easy." "It's impressive oh my goodness." Elliot was still shocked, her painting was beautiful. "What's the name of the piece?"

Jody rocked back and forth on his chair, chewing a toothpick. "Ok, I'll try and catch him there. Thanks." Elliott pushed off the desk and got into his four-wheel drive truck. Elliott knew he could drive along the riverbank for quite a while before he'd have to make it on foot. Good thing he dressed for the changing temps today.

He shook his head and grinned at me, “I have a better idea. Grab your phone and come with me.” Elliot and I spent the afternoon exploring the woods around our cabin and taking pictures in scenic areas. At one point, we happened upon a beautiful river with a huge waterfall. I gasped when I saw it. Elliot smiled, “That’s one of the main reasons I bought this part of the mountain. I can see us building a dock on the water and putting a boat out there. We can have days where we stay on the boat out on the river all day.” I smile, “I do love the sound of that.” Then he seemed to snap back to present day and told me, “When the weather is warmer, I want to take you up here and get pictures of you i

Elliot threw his head back and laughed. “Hahah, what can I say? You underestimate me. By the way, do I smell jealousy?” I narrowed my eyes and smacked him in his arm. “Jealousy is not made for me honey. Especially when I have to turn down so many offers almost every day,” Elliot and I were pretty frank with each other so we were very comfortable joking around like this. He even helped me a few times to scare away some guys and pretended to be my boyfriend, sometimes even husband. Thankfully all those times, he would always cover himself up with a black mask and a baseball cap to not have everyone recognize him as the famous Elliot Stark, the model. Just like he was covered right now. It came

“I’m a little rusty.” Cadon shook his head as a few of the others in the back groaned. “However do you come up with such witty jokes so quickly?” he asked, dryly. Elliott shrugged. “It’s what I do. I don’t care if no one else thinks I’m funny. I think I’m funny, and that’s all that matters. The rest of you can either laugh or go to hell.” He drove the SUV through the gate and parked it in front of the closest hangar door. The other two SUVs followed.

“You’re a sick bastard.” Elliot chuckled, already sliding the screen toward me. “Come on. Her old man’s a Bible Belt senator. Preaches about virtue while blowing oil money behind closed doors. He’ll crawl through glass to keep this off the record.” He tapped something. Another image. A different kind of frame. “Fuck it,” he said, voice soft with delight. “Sending this one too. Wanna see?” He didn’t wait. The screen tilted toward me. Amber—on her knees. Face-fucked. Drenched.

I pushed my way into the room. Elliot sat on the bench of his central stall. His red jersey was pulled down to his waist, leaving his under-armor shirt exposed. Sweat made his dark hair stick to his forehead. Without the blockers dulling his features, his skin had a radiant glow that made it impossible to look away. He looked striking and completely exposed.

As long as Elliot cut off ties with Lord Vedastus, he could join Thomas’ camp? Elliot believed that Thomas would not reject his participation. The more he thought about it, the happier he got. Elliot gritted his teeth and said, “Fiora Vedastus, you forced my hand. Just wait. After I join Thomas’ camp, I’ll bring people back here and demolish your entire Art Trading Corporation!” Once Elliot made up his mind, he quickly packed his stuff. Then, he secretly sneaked out of Art Trading Corporation. He got into a cab and rushed to Thomas’ Food and Medicine Hall.

“Are you still drawing?” I blinked. “Yeah… I mean, kind of. Some freelance stuff here and there.” “he’s being modest,” my mom cut in proudly. “River’s drawings were featured in that art walk last month. People couldn’t stop talking about that one with the fog and the tree.” “It was beautiful,” Elliot added, nodding. “I saw it on I*******m.” “Thanks,” I said quietly, feeling heat rise in my face. “I just… like messing with paints.”

He only had to wait for one ring for a curt, "What?" "'Bout time you answered, Danny,” Elliott joked dryly. “What are you doing, watching porn with your dick in your hand?" A wry laugh came through the phone. "I'm not you, Elliott." "Your only flaw," Elliott replied with a smirk. His eyes darted up at the greying light on the street, thanks to high-rise buildings blocking the waning sun. His wolf loved it, and so did he. “And I don’t need porn when I’ve got real live women,” he added to piss off Danny.