harvest moon; Spring, Summer, Fall | Griffin/Muffy, Skye/Celia, Jack/Nami
Title: Spring, Summer, Fall
Pairing(s): Griffin/Muffy, Skye/Celia, Jack/Nami
Summary: Muffy, Celia, Nami. Barmaid, farmer's daughter, traveler. And goddess.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harvest Moon in any shape or form.
Notes: Another fic written for au_bingo, this one for the prompt Fantasy & Supernatural: Gods and Goddesses. My first reaction to the prompt was panic, but then I remembered my wish to write for the Harvest Moon fandom, and this spilled out. I always thought my first Harvest Moon fic would be for Mineral Town, but I suppose this fits, since my first Harvest Moon Game was A Wonderful Life. Also! I'm not entirely sure of what the male player character's name is, so I just tagged it as what I thought his name was.
Will be crossposting this to harvestmoonfics eventually, and to au_bingo, once I get a line bingo with it.
I'm actually kind of happy with how this turned out.
Spring, Summer, Fall
"Table three," Griffin says, and Muffy picks up the tray of drinks with a smile and a nod. She doesn't recognize the couple there- travelers, passing through, she supposes- but greets them with a smile anyways, giving them their order. As she turns away, she can hear the woman smack her husband for ogling, and she can't help but smile. The woman and her husband are in no danger from her. Even Lumina- poor, sweet Lumina, in love with Rock one day and a mysterious phantom thief the next- is more dangerous than her.
Anyways, they only want her because of who she is, even if they don't know that's the reason why. Daughter of the Harvest goddess, goddess of fertility- it's no wonder that the men chase after her, and she both loves and hates it. The adoring looks, the gifts, flowers and sweet words, yes, those are nice. But the rumors, the bragging- she doesn't know where these people get the idea that she would ever sleep with them- the jealous, harsh words, those she hates. They scare her, those jealous eyes, and she can't help but wonder how they can hate her so much for just being there.
She was the last of her sisters to leave home, too afraid of the world. It was her mother who finally coaxed her away- "the people down there need you. Your sisters need you, to look up to, for guidance." She went, finally, to make her mother happy, but she knows her mother is wrong. Yes, her presence makes the lives of the people in the valley better- more livestock, more crops, more children, even for those who hate her- but her sisters don't need her. Nami's smart, and even though she's the youngest she can see more than Muffy ever could. And Celia- she's too quiet, too reserved, too sensible to do anything stupid.
No, her sisters don't need her, not at all, but still she came, with a made-up life and a captivating smile. She was drawn to the inn, to the bar, and soon enough she had a life here, in this valley, with the men tripping over their feet in their rush to charm her.
Except Griffin. He tells himself she's much too young, she knows- he doesn't even believe her when she says she's thirty, which makes her wonder how he would react if she told him the truth, that she's thousands of years older than he can imagine- and tries to treat her as a daughter instead, setting her up with this man and that man. But even though she's not as smart as Nami is, she sees more than people thinks she does with her painted nails and lips, and she can see the relief in his eyes when she refuses each one.
His attempts at match-making are useless anyways- goddesses don't marry humans. They don't even kiss them, despite what the stories say. But sometimes- just sometimes, she tells herself, although she knows that it's much more often than that- she just looks at him, and wonders what it would be like if she were human too.
She doesn't let her thoughts go farther than that. It's impossible, anyways. So she puts her make-up on and closes her eyes and she does what she does best- she laughs and she dances and she serves, and she wishes and she hopes and she dreams.
The year Celia was born, the crops on their family farm grew to a record size. Her dad would tell her this story over and over as she grew up, picking her up and swinging her around. "You're my lucky star," he would tell her, fondly.
She knows it's more than that. She's the goddess of growth, after all, and she should have expected that she wouldn't be able to control her powers when in the womb. It's something she didn't think of, when she decided to be born into the valley instead of just appearing there one day.
She was the second of her sisters to leave home, and the only one who chose to be born- the only one who could, really. She's the goddess of growth, after all, and it's simple enough for her to make herself grow from infant to adult. And this way, she'll always have a home in the valley. She knows that she made the right choice, and it doesn't bother her a bit that people here think she's younger than her younger sister because of it.
She's running late one night on the way home from running errands in town when she meets him. She recognizes him instantly. The phantom thief. Skye.
She's heard of him, of course. The townspeople have been talking about him for a few months now, and even if she didn't notice it from them, no one could miss the way Lumina has been sighing over him ever since he snuck into the manor and stole her grandmother's prized jewels.
"You shouldn't do this," are her first words to him, but he doesn't pay them any heed, of course. He turns up the charm, makes a quip about stealing her heart, and compliments her beauty before he leaves. As if that's enough to distract her. As if that's enough to make her stop.
She returns the next night. And the next. And the next. And the next. And the next, until she's coming by every night, arguing with him over his thievery in her own soft way. He never listens, but still she tries. It's not that he fascinates her or that she thinks that she needs to save the world or any of those other reasons that she glimpses on the television on her way out of the room- it's because she's the goddess of growth, and that's that. People usually think of growth in terms of plants, or maybe people and livestock. But it applies to other things too, like homes and money and towns and the valley. People lose valuables to him, and then they have less money to spend. And without that money, the valley cannot grow like it needs to- like she needs it to. He stagnates, she grows.
Her words have no effect on him no matter how many nights she comes, but still she pushes, until one day she realizes that he will never change. She should give up her efforts on reforming him, she knows, and maybe ask her sisters for help. At the very least she should concentrate that energy into countering that harm instead of uselessly pushing pushing pushing at him. It's the sensible thing to do- it's stupid to do otherwise- and she's always been the sensible one.
She shows up the next night at eleven, basket full of curry in her hand.
Nami may be the youngest, but she knows things that her sisters don't. She's the first of them to leave their home, eager to see the world, breathe in the world, and she's also the last to arrive in the valley, long after her sisters have settled in. She knows a world they don't, a world outside the valley, outside of the harvest.
She's the youngest, the goddess of the harvest- a minor offshoot of her mother's powers, a pale imitation- the one that's not needed, not really, not when her mother's powers stretch all over the world. She's never been much interested in crops or livestock, especially not after she stepped onto human soil and discovered other things.
She likes fossils best. Flora gives her worried looks every time she comes to the digging site, but she shouldn't bother. Carter is in no danger from Nami- it's the fossils that catch her eyes, so infinitely old and worn, yet so young in comparison to her own years.
Muffy wrinkles up her nose at them every time she enters Nami's room. It's odd, having her older sister clean up after her, but here no one knows that they're siblings, and Nami is their guest. They don't even talk to each other, much. Celia smiles every time she sees them, but she smiles at everyone. Muffy might chirp out a big, "Hey!" and smile, but she does that for plenty of other people too. Nami's greetings are more subdued, more restricted- a nod of the head, a quirk of the lips, reserved only for a few. Her sisters are some of them, Flora and Carter others. And then there's the farmer.
He's new to Forget-Me-Not valley, newer than even Nami. He stops by the digging site often, whenever he's not working on his farm, and he gives everything he finds to her. When the days begin to cool, he brings her the last flowers of the year, and she pretends that she's not smelling them as she listens to him tell her about how everything is going on his farm. She's never really cared about crops or livestock, for all that she's a harvest goddess, but he makes her want to care, just a little bit, about her harvest. Her powers are a bit rusty from disuse, but she finds herself using them anyways for him, guaranteeing him a successful year.
She's different from her sisters, always has been. She sees more than they do. She sees the way that boy looks at her- they're all just boys to her, really, even if this one is a little more special than most- and she notices how there's one item missing from Van's shop one day after he visits.
She knows other things too. She's seen a world outside of the valley, and she knows that there's more to the three of them than taking care of the valley. She knows that there's more to them than just being harvest goddesses.
She knows these things, and it's because of that she knows what she will say when he presents her with that blue feather.
Pairing(s): Griffin/Muffy, Skye/Celia, Jack/Nami
Summary: Muffy, Celia, Nami. Barmaid, farmer's daughter, traveler. And goddess.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harvest Moon in any shape or form.
Notes: Another fic written for au_bingo, this one for the prompt Fantasy & Supernatural: Gods and Goddesses. My first reaction to the prompt was panic, but then I remembered my wish to write for the Harvest Moon fandom, and this spilled out. I always thought my first Harvest Moon fic would be for Mineral Town, but I suppose this fits, since my first Harvest Moon Game was A Wonderful Life. Also! I'm not entirely sure of what the male player character's name is, so I just tagged it as what I thought his name was.
Will be crossposting this to harvestmoonfics eventually, and to au_bingo, once I get a line bingo with it.
I'm actually kind of happy with how this turned out.
Spring, Summer, Fall
"Table three," Griffin says, and Muffy picks up the tray of drinks with a smile and a nod. She doesn't recognize the couple there- travelers, passing through, she supposes- but greets them with a smile anyways, giving them their order. As she turns away, she can hear the woman smack her husband for ogling, and she can't help but smile. The woman and her husband are in no danger from her. Even Lumina- poor, sweet Lumina, in love with Rock one day and a mysterious phantom thief the next- is more dangerous than her.
Anyways, they only want her because of who she is, even if they don't know that's the reason why. Daughter of the Harvest goddess, goddess of fertility- it's no wonder that the men chase after her, and she both loves and hates it. The adoring looks, the gifts, flowers and sweet words, yes, those are nice. But the rumors, the bragging- she doesn't know where these people get the idea that she would ever sleep with them- the jealous, harsh words, those she hates. They scare her, those jealous eyes, and she can't help but wonder how they can hate her so much for just being there.
She was the last of her sisters to leave home, too afraid of the world. It was her mother who finally coaxed her away- "the people down there need you. Your sisters need you, to look up to, for guidance." She went, finally, to make her mother happy, but she knows her mother is wrong. Yes, her presence makes the lives of the people in the valley better- more livestock, more crops, more children, even for those who hate her- but her sisters don't need her. Nami's smart, and even though she's the youngest she can see more than Muffy ever could. And Celia- she's too quiet, too reserved, too sensible to do anything stupid.
No, her sisters don't need her, not at all, but still she came, with a made-up life and a captivating smile. She was drawn to the inn, to the bar, and soon enough she had a life here, in this valley, with the men tripping over their feet in their rush to charm her.
Except Griffin. He tells himself she's much too young, she knows- he doesn't even believe her when she says she's thirty, which makes her wonder how he would react if she told him the truth, that she's thousands of years older than he can imagine- and tries to treat her as a daughter instead, setting her up with this man and that man. But even though she's not as smart as Nami is, she sees more than people thinks she does with her painted nails and lips, and she can see the relief in his eyes when she refuses each one.
His attempts at match-making are useless anyways- goddesses don't marry humans. They don't even kiss them, despite what the stories say. But sometimes- just sometimes, she tells herself, although she knows that it's much more often than that- she just looks at him, and wonders what it would be like if she were human too.
She doesn't let her thoughts go farther than that. It's impossible, anyways. So she puts her make-up on and closes her eyes and she does what she does best- she laughs and she dances and she serves, and she wishes and she hopes and she dreams.
The year Celia was born, the crops on their family farm grew to a record size. Her dad would tell her this story over and over as she grew up, picking her up and swinging her around. "You're my lucky star," he would tell her, fondly.
She knows it's more than that. She's the goddess of growth, after all, and she should have expected that she wouldn't be able to control her powers when in the womb. It's something she didn't think of, when she decided to be born into the valley instead of just appearing there one day.
She was the second of her sisters to leave home, and the only one who chose to be born- the only one who could, really. She's the goddess of growth, after all, and it's simple enough for her to make herself grow from infant to adult. And this way, she'll always have a home in the valley. She knows that she made the right choice, and it doesn't bother her a bit that people here think she's younger than her younger sister because of it.
She's running late one night on the way home from running errands in town when she meets him. She recognizes him instantly. The phantom thief. Skye.
She's heard of him, of course. The townspeople have been talking about him for a few months now, and even if she didn't notice it from them, no one could miss the way Lumina has been sighing over him ever since he snuck into the manor and stole her grandmother's prized jewels.
"You shouldn't do this," are her first words to him, but he doesn't pay them any heed, of course. He turns up the charm, makes a quip about stealing her heart, and compliments her beauty before he leaves. As if that's enough to distract her. As if that's enough to make her stop.
She returns the next night. And the next. And the next. And the next. And the next, until she's coming by every night, arguing with him over his thievery in her own soft way. He never listens, but still she tries. It's not that he fascinates her or that she thinks that she needs to save the world or any of those other reasons that she glimpses on the television on her way out of the room- it's because she's the goddess of growth, and that's that. People usually think of growth in terms of plants, or maybe people and livestock. But it applies to other things too, like homes and money and towns and the valley. People lose valuables to him, and then they have less money to spend. And without that money, the valley cannot grow like it needs to- like she needs it to. He stagnates, she grows.
Her words have no effect on him no matter how many nights she comes, but still she pushes, until one day she realizes that he will never change. She should give up her efforts on reforming him, she knows, and maybe ask her sisters for help. At the very least she should concentrate that energy into countering that harm instead of uselessly pushing pushing pushing at him. It's the sensible thing to do- it's stupid to do otherwise- and she's always been the sensible one.
She shows up the next night at eleven, basket full of curry in her hand.
Nami may be the youngest, but she knows things that her sisters don't. She's the first of them to leave their home, eager to see the world, breathe in the world, and she's also the last to arrive in the valley, long after her sisters have settled in. She knows a world they don't, a world outside the valley, outside of the harvest.
She's the youngest, the goddess of the harvest- a minor offshoot of her mother's powers, a pale imitation- the one that's not needed, not really, not when her mother's powers stretch all over the world. She's never been much interested in crops or livestock, especially not after she stepped onto human soil and discovered other things.
She likes fossils best. Flora gives her worried looks every time she comes to the digging site, but she shouldn't bother. Carter is in no danger from Nami- it's the fossils that catch her eyes, so infinitely old and worn, yet so young in comparison to her own years.
Muffy wrinkles up her nose at them every time she enters Nami's room. It's odd, having her older sister clean up after her, but here no one knows that they're siblings, and Nami is their guest. They don't even talk to each other, much. Celia smiles every time she sees them, but she smiles at everyone. Muffy might chirp out a big, "Hey!" and smile, but she does that for plenty of other people too. Nami's greetings are more subdued, more restricted- a nod of the head, a quirk of the lips, reserved only for a few. Her sisters are some of them, Flora and Carter others. And then there's the farmer.
He's new to Forget-Me-Not valley, newer than even Nami. He stops by the digging site often, whenever he's not working on his farm, and he gives everything he finds to her. When the days begin to cool, he brings her the last flowers of the year, and she pretends that she's not smelling them as she listens to him tell her about how everything is going on his farm. She's never really cared about crops or livestock, for all that she's a harvest goddess, but he makes her want to care, just a little bit, about her harvest. Her powers are a bit rusty from disuse, but she finds herself using them anyways for him, guaranteeing him a successful year.
She's different from her sisters, always has been. She sees more than they do. She sees the way that boy looks at her- they're all just boys to her, really, even if this one is a little more special than most- and she notices how there's one item missing from Van's shop one day after he visits.
She knows other things too. She's seen a world outside of the valley, and she knows that there's more to the three of them than taking care of the valley. She knows that there's more to them than just being harvest goddesses.
She knows these things, and it's because of that she knows what she will say when he presents her with that blue feather.