Plot Twist: Unknown To The Mages And Adventurers. Farmer Was Just Acting The Entire Time. Despite All

𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚋: 𝙰 𝙵𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚛’𝚜 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜

(Found this in my old drafts, I wrote it before the FOM update. Would be a waste not to post it here. I also made a skit related to this one with Farmer and Caldarus but more unhinged/dramatic and longer skit. ➡️ Link)

[Setting: Caldarus has just broken free from his stone prison. Dust settles, magic crackles in the air, and the Farmer stands frozen, staring at the man before them.]

Farmer: *inhales sharply* Oh. My. Gods.

Caldarus: *blinking, adjusting to his newfound freedom* Yes, I—

Farmer: *gripping his shoulders* YOU’RE HOT!!!

Caldarus: *startled* What?

Farmer: *shaking him slightly* I knew you’d be attractive, but this? This is illegal!

Caldarus: *trying to recover from both the dramatic exit from his prison and this energy* I—well... Thank you, I suppose—

Farmer: *grabs his hands, eyes shining* You don’t understand. I was ready to marry a rock. I was prepared to take my vows in front of a lawn ornament.

Caldarus: *slowly processing* You were going to what?

Farmer: *serious nod* I was mentally prepared to wake up every day and say, ‘Good morning, my beloved paperweight.’

Caldarus: *rubbing his temples* I just broke free from my stoney prison, and this is what I’m met with?

Farmer: *grinning* Welcome back to the world, my dear! Wanna get married?

Caldarus: *sighs, but there’s an amused smile tugging at his lips* At least let me breathe first.

𝙱𝚘𝚗𝚞𝚜 𝙰𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙴𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐:

Caldarus: *sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose* Fine. But if I hear one joke about rocks, I’m turning back into one.

Farmer: *gasps dramatically* You wouldn’t dare.

Caldarus: *raising an eyebrow* Try me.

Farmer: *grinning* Well, that’s just stone-cold of you.

Caldarus: *visibly struggling to maintain composure* I’m serious.

Farmer: *nodding* Of quartz you are.

Caldarus: *groans* I regret everything.

Farmer: *pats his shoulder* Don’t take me for granite.

Caldarus: *sighs, looking up at the sky as if pleading with the gods* I should have stayed petrified.

Farmer: *beaming* Too late, rock husband. You’re stuck with me now.

Caldarus: *despite himself, a small chuckle escapes* At least eternity won’t be boring.

‘Humanoid’ doesn’t always mean ‘humanoid size’? 👀 Good. Perfect. Fantastic, even. Because frankly, I deserve to be scooped up like a princess and carried effortlessly. I am but a small, insignificant creature next to him, and I am okay with that. In fact, I welcome it. Let me experience the full power of those proportions. I am ready!

Fields of Mistria update spoilers/

As it turns out- humanoid form doesn't always mean humanoid size

When your Farmer is in a loving relationship with a Vanilla NPC and then you noticed an attractive NPC from an expansion mod. Now I, as the player, have this dilemma about whether I should divorce my character's husband, sacrifice my children, wipe my husband's memory of our relationship and hook up with this fine specimen. (๑•﹏•)

Hey there, Mousey! (｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡

I saw your ask box is open, and I just couldn't resist the urge to send you a request. The way you write stories related to SDV and its mods is so captivating and reading them always brings me a sense of joy. Keep up the incredible work, and don't forget to take care of yourself.

Anywho, here is my request. Do you remember the assassin fanfic I requested before? The one about how the mages and adventurers react to the Farmer's past as a runaway assassin. Well, I thought it would be interesting to see how the RSV Bachelors & Bachelorettes would react if they discovered their spouse is a former assassin who now wants to lead a peaceful life with their younger sibling. I can just picture a funny idea that Farmer wanted to get away from anything related to assassin stuffs and they just suddenly married someone who is an assassin from The Cult, how ironic. Also, I'm thinking of maybe make the farmer as a female.

One more headcanon about Farmer as former assassin for you :3 Glad to see you again, and thanks for your kind words and for the ask! 💖

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Daia and Jio felt sorry for Farmer. Not only was her childhood taken away to teach her how to do dirty jobs, fight and kill (Daia knows better than anyone what it's like), but the bad guys did it too. Both cult members kill corrupt politics and monsters, and Farmer had to work for those worse than the monsters. This also explains to the grumpy elf how the simple farmer was able to masterfully deal with Gabriella's henchmen. Nevertheless, both admire Farmer's endurance and sacrifice for the sake of her siblings. Daia promises to help Farmer if the mafia members show up, and Jio promises himself that he'll stab the bastards in the neck with his katana.

Tears would start streaming down Ysabelle, Alissa, Flor and Irene's cheeks, and the girls would whimper quietly. How can people be so cruel and disgusting - intimidating a literal child, making them do nasty jobs, threatening her younger siblings if she start to protest. The girls' hearts are broken into a thousand shards, and they don't know what to do. Flor and Irene will silently hug Farmer as they continue to cry, and Ysabelle can calm herself down. All of yours will comfort Farmer and tell her that she's the best older sister for her younger siblings, for not abandoning them and fighting for their freedom and her own.

Blair, Faye and Maddie will also start crying, but loudly, kicking grass, empty soda cans - anything that gets under their feet, cursing bandits and mobs as hard as they can. Roaring and cursing (not at Farmer, of course), and when they run out of strength after the rage, the lab assistant and the fisherwoman throw themselves on Farmer's neck, sobbing. If the Farmer needs help, she can rely on her friends.

Fuck... Bryle knows Farmer! He was familiar with the case, as members of the mob had once tried to organize an assassination attempt on the Governor before. He wasn't working as a bodyguard at the time, but he had studied the gang and their past so there wouldn't be another assassination attempt. And he remembers there was a kid. It... was HER? Oh, Yoba, that's fucked up... He's sorry. No, he's not giving them up. Bryle realizes she was forced to do this. He's given fair warning tho, that if Farmer's past is revealed, his hands will be tied. But he promises to protect Farmer's siblings and help her through the situation as much he can.

Sean, Philip, Ian, and Jeric first thought Farmer was talking about her role as an 'assassin' in some TV show, and immediately got excited. Philip even started asking if it was from his favorite TV show, which was an adaptation of the comic book. But when Farmer explained that she was hiding from the real mafia, the smiles on all the men's faces fell instantly. How.. is this possible. Yoba, that's horrible... They're glad that Farmer was able to free herself from those bastards and save the siblings, but... What if the mafia members come here for revenge? They want to help Farmer, but none of these candidates know exactly how.

Paula, Kenneth, Shiro, and Corine listened intently to Farmer, from beginning to end, when it all started, how her parents were killed by mobs, and how she did the dirty jobs of criminals until her escape. After the story was over, each of them would hug them silently, comforting Farmer. Paulo and Corine are very combative personalities, and are ready to help in any way they can if one of the tourist who's visited the Valley, turns out to be their former "coworker", Kenneth as well. Shiro isn't too confident in his abilities due to his injury, but vows that he will protect her siblings just as he would protect his family.

Zayne is.. speechless. He's heard that the Republic Mafia is known for their cold-blooded methods and bribing important people (they even tried to bribe/intimidate his Grandfather once! With no luck). But this... Words cannot express to the future head of the Amethyne family how sorry he is for what happened to Farmer and her sisters/brothers. If the bandits show up here, then let Farmer feel free to ask Zayne for help. She and her siblings are to him as family, and whoever infringes on his family may regret bitterly... Everything will be legal, of course, or else he'll be no better those bandits.

June was familiar with members of the mafia. No, he didn't do business with them, nor did he intend to, but some of the mobs were fans of the music gang he was a member of. One had even had him play a solo at mob's birthday party, but only because the pianist was afraid of the mob's wrath if he refused. Luckily, he and his gang were able to move far away from them, and he's glad that Farmer was able to escape them too. He's afraid to even imagine what his friend had to go through to keep her siblings alive and save.

Kiarra and Anton nearly choked on air once the meaning of Farmer's words reached them. How? How did this even happen? Kiara would especially resent Farmer's parents for dragging their own family into a criminal organization. Anton, on the other hand, would stare silently into his mug of cider, not knowing how to react or how to comfort Farmer. They in no way blame Farmer and will offer a helping hand if she need help caring for her siblings.

Hey everyone! I’ve just uploaded new chapters of "Caldarus's Accidental Guide to Wooing a Farmer." Here’s a sneak peek from the latest chapter:

She hummed softly to herself as she tied off the ends of the flower crown, a satisfied smile playing on her lips as she admired her handiwork. With a gentle movement, she leaned forward, carefully lifting the delicate creation and placing it atop Caldarus’s head.

His gaze flickered up from his book, curiosity stirring as he regarded her with quiet intrigue. “Another one?” His voice held no protest, only mild surprise as though he had already anticipated such an outcome.

She grinned, her fingers still lingering near the crown as she adjusted it slightly. “Of course! You’re starting a collection now.”

A breath of amusement escaped him, a faint exhale that wasn’t quite a laugh but carried the essence of one. He made no move to remove it, allowing the memory of their first festival together to surface, the distant recollection of when she had first given him a flower crown, back when he had been nothing more than an unmoving stone figure in her fields.

Slowly he closed his book, letting it rest upon his lap as his gaze drifted to the flowers surrounding them. Reaching out he selected one, his fingers brushing over the soft petals as he turned his attention back to her. With deliberate care he leaned in, the space between them narrowing as he reached up, gently tucking the flower beneath her ear. His fingertips brushed against her hair, the strands soft beneath his touch as he adjusted the placement, ensuring it sat just right.

Isaria’s breath hitched, her heartbeat suddenly irregular, caught off guard by the unexpected gentleness of the gesture. A warmth crept up her neck, settling in her cheeks as she remained frozen under his touch, her mind scrambling to form a coherent response.

“There.” Caldarus said simply, his golden eyes studying her with an unreadable expression. “It suits you.”

Her fingers twitched slightly against her lap, the sudden flutter in her chest sending a ripple of warmth through her body. “Oh. Uhhh…” She cleared her throat, attempting to steady herself though the lingering sensation of his touch made it a challenge. “Thanks.”

His expression remained calm, entirely unaware of the effect he had just caused as though the simple act had held no deeper meaning beyond placing a flower in her hair.

Isaria let out a breath, shaking her head slightly as she reached for another flower, her hands busying themselves as she willed away the warmth creeping up her cheeks. “You know.” she mused, attempting a casual tone, “You have a habit of saying things that sound suspiciously like flirting.”

Caldarus blinked, his brow slightly furrowing, genuine curiosity flickering across his features. “Do I?”

She laughed, a light and breathy sound as she shook her head again. “Never mind.”

Here's the link of the fic:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63931303/chapters/163977091

A/N: Here’s a collection of my farmer OCs and their lovers celebrating Valentine’s Day across the valley. Each couple shares a unique moment, from quiet evenings to exciting adventures. Hope you enjoy!

Valentine’s Day has arrived, bringing love and warmth to every corner of the valley. From quiet, intimate moments to unexpected adventures, each couple finds their own way to celebrate. Whether it’s a romantic stroll through the ridge, an island adventure, or a heartfelt serenade, love takes many forms but every moment is cherished.

𝚂𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚗 ♡ 𝙰𝚕𝚎𝚒𝚊

The spring air was crisp but gentle, carrying the scent of fresh blooms as the valley embraced the warmth of the new season. The Love Festival had been lively all day—couples exchanging gifts, the marketplace filled with heart-shaped chocolates and vibrant bouquets. But for Aleia, this Valentine’s night was set apart from the usual celebrations.

Sebastian had insisted on planning everything himself this time.

"This time, let me be the one to plan something for you." he had told her, his deep violet eyes steady with resolve.

And so, she let him.

Now, guided by his hand, Aleia walked along the winding mountain path, her eyes covered by a blindfold. The soft rustle of leaves and the distant hum of frogs and crickets were the only sounds accompanying their steps. The cool evening breeze brushed against her skin, and Sebastian’s firm but gentle grip reassured her as they moved forward.

"Almost there." he murmured, his breath warm against her ear.

A few more steps, then stillness.

"Alright," he said softly. "You can look now."

Aleia pulled off the blindfold and gasped.

Before her lay a secluded clearing atop the mountain, bathed in the warm glow of lanterns hanging from tree branches. A cozy picnic was spread across the grass, thick blankets and plush cushions arranged beside a small, flickering fire. Plates of food, carefully chosen with her favorites—void salmon sushi, fresh monster fruit, and a homemade coffee cake, were set neatly on a wooden tray. Beside it, a telescope stood angled toward the sky.

She turned to him, sapphire eyes wide. "You… did all this?"

Sebastian rubbed the back of his neck, looking away like he always did when he was nervous. "Yeah. I, uh… might’ve gotten some help from Sam to carry everything and borrowed Maru’s telescope, but yeah. Wanted to give you something special."

A slow, warm smile spread across Aleia’s lips. "It’s perfect."

They settled onto the blankets, sharing bites of food and slipping into easy conversation, the kind that flowed naturally between them. The fire crackled beside them, casting a golden glow across Sebastian’s features, making his dark hair shine under the soft light. His expression was relaxed in a way that made Aleia’s heart ache, in the best way.

After a while, Sebastian nudged her gently. "Come here."

He led her toward the telescope, adjusting the lens with practiced care. "Look through it."

Aleia leaned in, her breath catching as she took in the stars. Closer, brighter, clearer than she had ever seen them with the naked eye. They shimmered like distant lanterns, scattered across the endless night.

"Wow." she whispered.

Sebastian stepped behind her, loosely wrapping his arms around her waist. "Figured you’d like it."

She turned to face him, her gaze glowing with something deeper than admiration. "You really thought of everything."

Sebastian smirked slightly, though there was no teasing behind it. Just warmth. Just love. "Of course I did. You’re the love of my life, Aleia."

The words settled between them, heavy with sincerity.

Aleia melted, reaching up to brush her fingers against his cheek before leaning in, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to his lips. The stars shimmered overhead, the night stretching infinitely before them, but in that moment, all that mattered was the space they shared.

Wherever they were, on the farm, in hiding, or right here in the mountains. Being with him would always feel like home.

𝚂𝚊𝚖 ♡ 𝚈𝚟𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎

Pelican Town was alive with celebration. The Love Festival had transformed the town square into a dreamy spectacle. Strings of lanterns hung between buildings, their soft glow illuminating the bustling streets. Stalls lined the cobblestone paths, selling heart-shaped sweets, delicate flower crowns, and handcrafted gifts. The scent of caramel apples, freshly baked pastries, and roasted chestnuts lingered in the crisp evening air.

Yvonne squeezed Sam’s hand, her maroon-red eyes sparkling with excitement. "Let’s do everything!"

Sam chuckled, lacing his fingers with hers. "Everything? That’s a lot of games, love."

She grinned mischievously. "You scared?"

He smirked. "Not a chance."

They spent the evening competing at ring toss, trying their luck at the fishing challenge, and testing their strength at the hammer game, where Yvonne nearly matched Sam’s score, much to his surprise. They indulged in candied strawberries, fried dough, and hot cocoa, savoring the sweetness of the night.

At one of the game stalls, Yvonne managed to win a fluffy teddy bear holding a tiny pizza. She turned to Sam with a triumphant smile and pressed it into his hands.

"For you." she said with a wink.

Sam laughed, holding up the bear. "Are you winning prizes for me now?"

"Of course." Yvonne said sweetly. "You’re my rockstar boyfriend, but even rockstars need something to cuddle."

Sam rolled his eyes playfully, but the way he hugged the bear against his chest made Yvonne giggle. A few moments later, he nudged her toward another stall.

"My turn." he said confidently.

He focused on the game. Dart toss, aiming carefully before releasing each shot. One by one, the balloons popped, and soon enough, the vendor handed him a teddy bear, this one holding a single red rose. Sam grinned and presented it to Yvonne.

"For you, my flower girl." he teased.

Yvonne beamed, hugging the bear close. "Now we match."

As the festival began winding down, Sam suddenly took her hand and led her away from the crowded town square. They walked in comfortable silence, following the familiar path down to the beach.

The tidepools shimmered under the moonlight, and the area had been beautifully decorated. Lanterns were scattered across the sand, their golden light reflecting off the water. Rose petals were spread around the driftwood log where Yvonne had once sat when Sam first confessed his love for her.

She blinked in surprise. "Wait—! what’s going on?"

Sam just smirked as he grabbed a guitar resting nearby. He sat on a rock facing her, adjusting the strings with ease. "This is for you."

Then, with practiced fingers, he strummed a soft, melodic tune and began to sing.

Yvonne’s breath caught in her throat. His voice, smooth and full of warmth, wrapped around her like the gentle sea breeze.

The song spoke of a love that was vibrant and wild, like spring flowers bursting into bloom after a long winter. It told of laughter shared on lazy afternoons, of hands reaching for each other in the dark, of a love so deep it felt like breathing.

By the time he finished, Yvonne was near tears, her hands clasped to her chest.

Sam set the guitar aside and walked over, pulling her into his arms. "Happy Valentine’s, love."

She sniffled, laughing as she wiped at her eyes. "You jerk. You made me cry."

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Best reaction I could’ve asked for."

And as the waves kissed the shore and the lanterns flickered softly in the night, Yvonne knew she would never forget this moment.

𝙰𝚕𝚎𝚡 ♡ 𝙽𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚎

The lively streets of Zuzu City were buzzing with energy as Nadine and Alex walked hand in hand. Neon signs flickered above them, and the scent of sizzling street food filled the air. Tonight, the city felt electric, but for Alex, the real highlight wasn’t the bright lights or the fancy restaurants—it was her.

"You pick." he said, squeezing her hand. "Anything you want, it's all on me."

Nadine chuckled, tilting her head playfully. "Feeling fancy tonight, huh?"

Alex grinned. "I mean, you only get one Valentine’s Day a year. Might as well go all out."

She scanned the restaurants before stopping in front of a small but elegant seafood bistro. Candlelit tables, soft music playing. Perfect. They were seated by the window, overlooking the city streets, and soon their table was filled with delicious dishes, grilled salmon, garlic butter shrimp, and freshly baked bread.

Throughout dinner, they laughed and teased each other, exchanging bites of food and stealing lingering glances. Every now and then, Alex would just stop eating, resting his chin on his hand as he watched her talk, completely enamored.

"What?" Nadine asked, raising a brow.

Alex smirked. "Nothing. Just thinking how lucky I am."

After finishing their meal, instead of heading home, they took a detour to the beachfront. The city skyline glowed in the distance, but the shore was peaceful, waves rolling softly under the moonlight.

Nadine kicked off her sandals, wiggling her toes in the cool sand. "You should try it." she said, grinning.

Alex raised a brow. "Walking barefoot? What if I step on something sharp?"

She rolled her eyes. "Big tough athlete, scared of a little sand?"

"Fine, fine." he chuckled, slipping off his sneakers and socks. He picked up both their shoes, carrying them in one hand while the other found its way back to hers.

They strolled along the water’s edge, the wet sand cool beneath their feet. The gentle waves brushed against their ankles, and the salty night air wrapped around them.

At some point, Alex stopped, pulling her into his arms. "This is nice." he murmured. "Just you, me, and the ocean."

Nadine hummed in agreement, tracing little patterns on his arm. "And the city lights. Kinda romantic, don’t you think?"

He chuckled. "Super romantic." Then, with a playful grin, he scooped her up effortlessly, making her squeal in surprise.

"Alex!"

"What?" he laughed. "You looked like you needed to be carried."

She smacked his shoulder, but he only held her closer. "You’re ridiculous." she huffed, but her laughter betrayed her.

With her in his arms and the waves crashing softly in the background, Alex kissed her, slow and deep, his lips warm against the cool breeze. When they pulled away, he smirked.

"Happy Valentine’s, babe."

Nadine, still breathless, smiled back. "Happy Valentine’s, Alex."

And with that, they kept walking, hand in hand, their footprints fading into the moonlit sand.

𝙼𝚊𝚐𝚗𝚞𝚜 ♡ 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊

Thalia had always been drawn to magic, not just because it was in her blood, but because it was a part of who she was. And tonight, Magnus was determined to show her just how deeply their worlds intertwined.

"Close your eyes." he instructed softly.

She gave him a playful smile. "If you insist, my mysterious sorcerer."

With a wave of his hand, a soft wind swirled around them, carrying the scent of wildflowers and something ancient, something powerful. When Thalia opened her eyes, she gasped.

They stood in an untouched grove deep within the Cindersap Forest, a secret sanctuary hidden from mortal eyes. A pond, smooth as glass, reflected the full moon above, and hundreds of fireflies danced through the air, their golden glow illuminating the night. But the true marvel was the air itself. It shimmered with magic, soft blue and purple lights weaving through the trees like living stardust.

"Magnus…" she breathed.

The wizard watched her with quiet satisfaction, his black-purple eyes gleaming beneath the moonlight. "This place is connected to ancient magic. It exists outside of time, untouched by the world."

Thalia turned to him, teasing. "So, you brought me to a place where time doesn’t exist? Is this your way of keeping me all to yourself?"

Magnus chuckled, a rare, deep sound. "You know me well, my love."

They sat by the pond, surrounded by glowing flora, as Magnus conjured a spread of warm tea, chocolate-covered strawberries, and delicate pastries. As Thalia sipped the tea, she glanced at him with fond amusement.

"You always act so composed, but I know you." she mused. "You’re hopelessly in love with me, aren’t you?"

Magnus exhaled, setting down his cup. He reached for her hand, his fingers tracing over hers with a feather-light touch. "Thalia." he murmured, "You have unraveled every secret I thought I could keep hidden. My magic, my heart, my very soul. They are yours."

Thalia’s teasing smile softened. "You really are a romantic under all that wizardly mystique, aren’t you?"

He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers, a kiss filled with whispered magic and devotion.

As they sat together beneath the moon, time truly seemed to stand still.

𝙻𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 ♡ 𝚁𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢

Valentine’s Day in Stardew Valley meant something different for everyone. Some couples preferred candlelit dinners at the Stardrop Saloon, others exchanged heartfelt gifts in the cozy glow of their fireplaces. But for the adventurous at heart, romance wasn’t just about quiet moment. It was about shared experiences, new places, and thrilling discoveries.

For Lance and Rosemary, nothing sounded better than an escape to Ginger Island, where the golden sands, lush jungle, and endless blue sea promised the perfect blend of adventure and tranquility.

The midday sun cast a warm glow over the island, glinting off the waves as the couple arrived at the shore. Rosemary inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of salt and tropical flowers, while Lance stretched, rolling his shoulders as he surveyed the landscape.

“Nothing like an island getaway.” he mused, his usual confident smirk in place.

Rosemary smirked back. “Are you sure you didn’t just want an excuse to show off your knowledge of the island?”

He chuckled, placing a hand over his heart in mock offense. “You wound me, my dear. I would never, well, perhaps just a little.”

The couple made their way inland, boots crunching against the sand before they reached a shaded, rocky cove where a gentle stream trickled into the sea. The cool water glistened invitingly, and without hesitation, Lance unclasped his cape and set it aside. He knelt down to unlace his boots, and Rosemary followed suit, setting hers beside his.

The water was shallow, lapping just above their ankles as they stepped in. The contrast of the cool stream against the sun-warmed sand sent a pleasant chill up Rosemary’s spine. Lance watched her with a knowing glint in his indigo eyes, captivated by the way the sunlight highlighted her freckles. He had always found them endearing, small constellations scattered across her cheeks, unique to her and her alone.

“You’re staring.” Rosemary teased, flicking a bit of water toward him with her toes.

He caught her ankle with ease, his grip gentle yet firm. “Can you blame me?” His voice dropped to a lower, more genuine tone. “You look stunning.”

A faint blush dusted her cheeks, though whether from the heat or his words, she wasn’t sure. “Smooth talker.” she muttered, but she didn’t pull away.

They spent the afternoon wading through the water, skimming their fingers along the surface, and occasionally splashing each other in playful retaliation. At one point, Lance spotted a vibrant blue starfish resting on the rocks, scooping it up to show Rosemary before gently returning it to the tide.

As the sun began its slow descent toward the horizon, Lance guided Rosemary back to shore, their hands naturally finding each other’s. They sat on the sand, watching the sky burn with hues of orange and violet.

“This was a good idea.” Rosemary admitted, leaning her head against his shoulder.

Lance pressed a kiss to the top of her head, his voice filled with quiet certainty. “Every adventure with you is.”

And as the waves whispered against the shore, they simply sat there, enjoying the peaceful, perfect moment. Just the two of them, wrapped in the warmth of love and the promise of many more adventures to come.

𝙹𝚒𝚘 ♡ 𝙲𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎

High up in the mountains, far from the bustling city and the peaceful valley, Ridgeside Village was alive with the spirit of Love Festival. The streets, usually quiet under the watchful eye of the peaks, were now filled with soft lantern light and delicate decorations. Paper hearts and ribbons adorned the fences, and flower petals scattered across the cobbled paths, carried by the cool evening breeze.

Couples strolled through the village square, exchanging gifts of handcrafted chocolates and freshly picked flowers. The scent of sweet rice cakes and warm tea drifted from the marketplace, mingling with the crisp mountain air.

Cerise stood near the entrance of Ridge Forest, fingers idly tightening around the fabric of her dress. She wasn’t usually one to fidget, but tonight was different. Jio had insisted they meet here, in public. It was something he never did. And though she trusted him, she also knew how much he disliked being seen.

Then, she saw him.

He walked toward her with the same quiet confidence she had always admired, but something was undeniably different. His usual ninja attire was gone, replaced by casual dark clothes, simple yet well-fitted, blending him seamlessly among the villagers. And his ears… no longer pointed.

Cerise’s breath caught. "You—?"

Jio smirked slightly, his deep green eyes flickering with amusement. "Illusion spell. No one will suspect a thing."

Her heart swelled. He had done this for her. Not because he had to, but because he wanted to.

"You really did this… for me?"

Jio nodded. "You wanted a normal date. So tonight, I’m just a man visiting the village with his beloved." His voice was calm, but she could hear the slight tension in his tone,he wasn’t used to this.

Cerise smiled, reaching for his hand. "Then let’s make it a good one."

As they strolled through the village, hand in hand, people couldn’t help but stare. It wasn’t every day they saw Farmer Cerise with someone unfamiliar, let alone a man. A few villagers whispered amongst themselves, their curiosity barely concealed.

"Who’s that with Cerise?"

"I’ve never seen him before."

"Is he a traveler? A merchant?"

"His quite handsome."

Jio’s jaw tightened. His patience wore thin as the murmurs continued. His fingers twitched, and just as he was about to say something sharp, Cerise squeezed his hand.

She turned toward the onlookers, flashing a bright, effortless smile. "This is my lover." she said smoothly. "He’s from another village, and he came to spend Valentine’s with me."

A collective murmur of understanding followed, and just like that, the tension dissolved. The villagers, satisfied with her explanation, lost interest and returned to their own affairs.

Jio exhaled, giving her a look. "You handled that well."

She smirked. "I always do."

With the attention off them, they continued their date, walking at a leisurely pace. They visited the marketplace, where Cerise picked out a small box of chocolates and playfully fed Jio a piece. He accepted it with neutral face, but she caught the way his expression softened as he tasted the sweetness.

Then, they made their way to the waterfall, where the sound of rushing water drowned out the rest of the world. They sat on a secluded bench, the mist cooling their skin as the stars began to dot the sky.

Jio leaned back, gazing at the view. "It’s peaceful here." he admitted.

Cerise tilted her head. "I thought you might like it."

He glanced at her, something unreadable in his gaze. "I like anything, so long as I’m with you."

She chuckled, leaning into his shoulder. "Now who’s the smooth talker?"

Jio smirked but said nothing, instead slipping an arm around her waist, pulling her closer. For a while, they sat in silence, listening to the distant hum of the village behind them, the rush of the falls before them.

Cerise turned her head slightly, catching the way the moonlight softened Jio’s usually sharp features. "You don’t regret this?" she asked quietly. "Being here… with me?"

His hold on her tightened ever so slightly. "Never." His voice was firm, certain. "I’d walk through any village, drop every disguise, if it meant being with you."

Cerise’s heart thudded, warmth spreading through her chest. She smiled softly, then reached up, pressing a lingering kiss to his cheek.

"Happy Valentine’s, Jio."

He exhaled, his breath ghosting over her skin. "Happy Valentine’s, meleth nin."

And for once, there was no mission, no secrecy. Just the two of them, veiled in moonlight, lost in a quiet world of their own making.

［Stardew Valley ｜PMV］Smile

【星露谷物语｜全员向手书】 Smile（2025星露谷物语新春会单品）

Music：Smile by Dami Im

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Who would win?

A/N: After playing the new Immersive Sam mod by Maggplays. This inspired me to write a one-shot. In this story, Yvonne and Sam are not yet in a relationship.

Summary: Sam and Yvonne attend the Flower Dance, where Sam is captivated by Yvonne's beauty. She asks him to be her partner, they dance, and the moment sparks a potential romance.

The picturesque town of Stardew Valley was adorned with blooms for the annual Flower Dance celebration. Everyone in town was enjoying the festivities, surrounded by the beauty of the lush gardens serving as the venue for the event, when Sam was approached by the farmer, Yvonne. She was dressed in a stunning white satin off-the-shoulder dress, accented by a vibrant blue ribbon cinched around her waist, her light blond hair now braided in a charming twin style, adorned with a delicate blue flower crown.

Sam's heart skipped a beat as he took in her loveliness. Before he could compose himself, Yvonne approached him and asked if he would be her partner for the dance.

"I would be honored." he replied, his voice betraying a slight waver. Yvonne smiled warmly and led him to the dance floor, where couples were already swirling and spinning to the lively music. As they began to dance, Sam felt an overwhelming affection for the farmer. The way she moved, the smile on her face, and the way her hair fell so charmingly on her shoulders were all incredibly captivating. The scent of her perfume, a mix of lavender and honey, filled his nostrils, making it hard to think straight.

The other guests watched them with smiles, complimenting the couple on how well they danced together. Sam was conscious of all the eyes upon them, but he was too enchanted by Yvonne to care. Every spin and step was in perfect synchronization, their bodies moving with a grace that seemed natural and effortless.

The dance continued, and as the final notes of the song faded away, Sam and Yvonne found themselves standing closely, breaths mingling and hearts still racing. The rest of the world seemed to blur and all he could focus on was her.

"You're an incredible dancer.", Sam whispered, still holding her close.

Yvonne's cheeks flushed slightly, a soft smile spreading across her face. "So are you.", she replied. "Thank you for being my partner today. I had a wonderful time."

They stood there for a moment, lost in the moment and the feelings it had stirred. Sam ached to say something more, to express the depth of his affection for her, but he found himself at a loss for words. Just as he was about to open his mouth, the sound of applause and cheering broke the spell, reminding them of the world around them.

They pulled apart reluctantly, the spell between them momentarily broken. The rest of the guests began to chatter and move back to the festivities, but Sam's gaze lingered on Yvonne, his heart still filled with a mixture of joy and longing. He knew that he would remember this moment and this dance, for a very long time.

Here are some of Sam's dialogue during the Flowe Dance:

Mod: "Maggs Immersive Sam Romance Dialogue and Events (x)Spicy or Sweet 1.6" by @maggplays

A few hours ago, I finished watching the live stream of "Epic the Musical: Wisdom Saga". I'm still not over with the stream being cutoff. I was distraught when it ended abruptly and everyone in the chat be like: "Captain captain captain" "About to hand off so many torches" and funniest part I saw in the stream,"Why would you let Youtube ban the stream when ruthlessness is mercy."