With The New 1.6 Update, Those Power Books. Just Imagine The Farmer Getting Lucky To Read Those Books

Just had this unhinged crossover headcanon about my FOM farmer, Isaria, she's the cousin of my two SDV farmer sisters, Cerise and Rosemary. Now, imagine a family reunion where they introduce their lovers to each other. If you're confused, here's the lineup: Isaria is with Caldarus, Cerise is with Jio, and Rosemary is with Lance.

Now, picture how awkward that would be.

Caldarus is a dragon guardian of Mistria, Lance is a combat mage from the First Slash Clan, and Jio is not only an assassin but also an elf and a member of the Cult of the Lady with the Red Tail. Lance would probably be thrilled to meet an actual dragon, while Jio ever the cautious one would find Caldarus intimidating. Meanwhile, Caldarus though outwardly polite for Isaria’s sake, would remain on high alert, sensing the intense auras between these two men… and even those of Isaria’s cousins, especially Cerise.

Still out of respect for his farmer, he keeps his composure. But oh boy, the tension in that room would be off the charts.

[𝙵𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚁𝚎𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚗 – 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚈𝚎𝚝 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙲𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝙶𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐]

[Cerise, Rosemary, and Isaria stand together while their partners linger nearby. The air crackles with unspoken tension.]

Lance: *grinning, composed yet intrigued* A dragon guardian… Quite the rare sight. It is an honor to meet you.

Caldarus: *soft-spoken, yet watchful* And you must be the mage Isaria spoke of. The honor is mine.

Jio: *arms crossed, unimpressed* A dragon, a mage, and an assassin in one room. Sounds like the start of a bad joke.

Rosemary: *muttering* More like a disaster waiting to happen.

Lance: *chuckles* Oh, I assure you, I mean no trouble. Though I must admit, meeting a dragon is… fascinating.

Caldarus: *calmly observing both men* Likewise. It is rare to stand among those who carry such powerful auras.

Jio: *lowers voice, glancing at Cerise* I don’t trust him.

Cerise: *calmly sips tea* You don’t trust anyone.

Isaria: *forcing a smile* Okay! Let’s all just sit down and eat, yes? No battles, no tension, just a nice, peaceful meal.

[Caldarus offers a polite nod, ever the composed guardian. Jio remains wary, and Lance though clearly intrigued respects the unspoken boundaries. Out of respect for their partners, they all (reluctantly) take their seats.]

Rosemary: *whispering to Cerise* Ten gold says something breaks before dessert.

Cerise: Make it twenty.

Caldarus, my dear, you just woke up from your eternal sleep and THIS is what’s happening?? I know you’re an immortal dragon guardian, but I also know you can still feel pain, yet here you are, unable to cook, brushing your hair with a tree branch, and eating random objects to regain your memories. Please, I am begging you, let me take care of you before you accidentally speedrun your own downfall. 😭💀

so like out of all the dialogue i've gotten from caldarus, he:

can't cook for shit. he burns fried rice and his noodles turn black. his cakes will not rise

had a Caffeine incident

struggles with having long hair, gets leaves tangled in it and used to brush it with his claws. switched to a pine branch because "it's faster"

in an attempt to regain his memories he's grinding literally everything he finds and eating it

thinks that if he had wings in this form it would make it difficult to sleep in bed

hopeless at organizing all his damn scrolls (he swears hes not a messy person though please believe him)

is a Fabric Freak™

Hey guys! I just wrote a new CaldarusXFarmer fanfic on AO3, titled "Caldarus's Accidental Guide to Wooing a Farmer" Here are some snippets from a few of the chapters!

A silence stretched between them. Isaria’s mind whirred, piecing the information together, her unease growing with every passing second. Before she could say anything, he inhaled deeply his movements sharp and twitchy and then with eerie composure, he continued. “However, I believe my measurements may have been off. Unless…” His golden eyes narrowed slightly, his head tilting with calculated curiosity. “The room appears to be vibrating. Do you perceive this as well?”

It took a moment for the realization to fully sink in and when it did Isaria froze, her stomach dropping. Gods above. This was happening. Caldarus, an ancient, powerful, cold-blooded dragon guardian had overdosed on caffeine.

“Oh, for the love of—!” She immediately went closer to him, reaching out before he could topple sideways. “Cal, you need to sit still before you vibrate out of existence.”

Here's the link of my fanfic...

A/N: After reading @studentinpursuitofclouds headcanon about the bachelors/ettes' reactions to being kidnapped for revenge or ransom only for their furious Farmer spouse to storm in and rescue them. I felt inspired. I couldn’t help but write a version for Lance, blending it with my farmer OCs' backstories. Hope you enjoy the fic!

The moon loomed high over the farmhouse, casting its pale, silver glow across the quiet fields. The night was still, almost unnervingly so, with only the soft rustle of leaves stirred by a gentle breeze. The greenhouse stood as a lone beacon in the darkness, its glass panels faintly aglow, sheltering a world of warmth and life separate from the cool hush outside. Inside, Rosemary moved among rows of flourishing crops, the earthy scent of soil and faint hum of lingering magic surrounding her. Yet, despite the comforting atmosphere, a knot of unease twisted tightly in her chest.

Lance should be home by now.

He had left at dawn, that familiar confident grin on his face, promising—promising—to return before sunset. She had believed him. Lance always kept his word. But now, as the hours stretched long past nightfall, the promise felt like a fading echo.

A message had come earlier, brief and reassuring. But Rosemary’s instincts screamed otherwise. She brushed her gloved fingers over the rough skin of a void root. The dark, twisted form seemed to absorb the soft light, pulsing faintly with ancient magic. She tried to focus on the task at hand—on the routine—but her thoughts kept circling back to one question.

Why isn’t he back?

Her pruning slowed. Water dripped from a nearby watering can. The silence grew thick.

Then it happened.

A chill—sharp and sudden—sliced down her spine.

Her breath hitched.

Her gloved hand froze mid-motion.

It wasn’t a sound. Not a shadow shifting in the corner of her vision. No. This was deeper. Internal. Like something inside her had snapped.

No...

The comforting aura of Lance’s magic, ever-present beside her own like a steady heartbeat—had vanished.

Gone.

Her pulse thundered in her ears.

“No.”

The word escaped her lips in a broken whisper. The trowel slipped from her hand, clattering against the stone path. A ragged cry tore from her throat as she stumbled back. Her gaze snapped toward the hills beyond the farmhouse. She reached inward—desperately—trying to find the familiar pulse of his magic.

There. Faint. So faint.

But still there.

A gasp tore from her.

Lance...

Alive. Barely conscious. But alive. Reaching for her.

Her hands fumbled for her phone. The screen blurred before her eyes as her fingers darted across it, moving faster than her mind could process. Only one number mattered.

The line rang once. Twice.

“Rosie?”, Her sister’s voice answered calm as ever, but edged with concern. “What’s wrong?”

“Cerise!!! I can’t feel him.” Rosemary’s voice cracked. “His magic! it’s gone—I don’t know what’s happening, what does it mean?”

Silence.

A silence that stretched for only a moment but felt like a lifetime.

When Cerise finally spoke, her tone had shifted, cool, sharp, edged with something Rosemary rarely heard from her sister: fear.

“No… they wouldn’t.” The words came as a whisper. Then, sharper, cold with realization: “Stay where you are. I’ll be there soon.”

Rosemary’s grip tightened around the phone.

“They must've took him.”

The words hung heavy in the air.

“They took my husband.”

This time, her voice was low, dangerous, a quiet fury simmering beneath each syllable.

Cerise inhaled sharply on the other end of the line. “Most likely. If they couldn’t get my Jio, their next move would be—”

“I’m going.”

“Rose—”

“I’m not waiting around, sister.” Rosemary’s jaw tightened. Her ocean jade eyes—usually bright and warm—narrowed into cold flames of determination. “I’m getting my husband back. Whatever it takes.”

”Rosemary, wait—”

But the call had already ended.

Without hesitation, Rosemary snatched up her sword from the greenhouse floor. The blade thrummed with her magic, responding to her rage. She pulled on her dark cloak, fastened the clasp at her neck, and slung a pouch of potions over her shoulder.

She stepped out into the night.

She didn’t need a plan.

Only a direction.

Lance’s faint magic—like a whisper at the edge of her mind—would guide her.

“Hold on, love” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I’m coming.”

And nothing would stand in her way.

The room reeked of damp stone and stale air, a subterranean prison swallowed by oppressive darkness. The narrow space was barely lit by a flickering lantern that hung from a rusted chain in the corner, its dim glow casting trembling shadows across the concrete walls slick with condensation. The ceiling sagged low, pressing down like a weight upon the soul. The air itself was suffocating, thick with the scent of mold and the faint, undeniable metallic tang of old blood. A chill seeped from the stone floor, gnawing at the skin, while the silence—broken only by the rhythmic drip of water echoing from some distant corridor—felt almost unnatural. But worse than the cold or the damp was the lingering, suffocating aura of magic that clung to every surface, woven into the very air. It was a cruel enchantment, designed to sap strength, to suppress power. And it was working.

Lance shifted in the chair he had been bound to, the rough rope digging into his wrists. His head hung low, dark pink hair falling messily into his face. A dull ache throbbed behind his eyes, sharp and insistent, growing worse with each breath drawn in the magic-saturated air. His eyes flickered open with slow, deliberate effort. His arms ached from the tight restraints that hummed faintly with the same suppressive power in the room. Even the smallest attempt to draw upon his magic was met with resistance, a suffocating weight that dulled the spark he relied on.

A breath slipped from his lips—slow, frustrated, bitter.

The Second-in-Command of the First Slash Clan, renowned combat mage, captured.

Not by a rival clan worthy of his strength. Not in battle against some formidable foe.

No, by a group of low-ranking mafia thugs who had no comprehension of the power they were trifling with.

The humiliation stung, but it wasn’t the real issue gnawing at him. His pride could endure this. What he could not endure was the knowledge he had failed. Failed to see the ambush coming. Failed to protect what mattered most. With all his training, all his magical prowess, he should have burned through these restraints with a flick of his wrist. But this room—the entire place—reeked of the kind of magic meant to weaken him, suppress him, render him vulnerable.

Still, it wasn’t his own fate that consumed his thoughts.

It was hers.

The realization cut deeper than any blade.

They weren’t after him.

They were after Rosemary.

He had heard them, muffled voices beyond the door, carelessly assuming he was too weak, too broken to care. But he had listened. Every word. Every plan. The truth had struck him harder than any blow. They believed that taking him would draw her out. They thought Rosemary would come running, desperate and vulnerable—a perfect trap.

But they didn’t know her.

They didn’t know Rosemary.

She wasn’t some fragile woman to be lured like a helpless bird. She had Cerise’s blood in her veins—the blood of the Crimson Wraith.

And worse still, they didn’t simply want to use her as bait. No. Their plan was far more twisted. They wanted her alive. They wanted to mold her into a weapon—a new puppet assassin forged from the only sister of the Crimson Wraith.

The thought made Lance’s jaw tighten, his fingers twitching against the ropes. His entire being recoiled at the idea of anyone laying a hand on her. His Rosemary. His wife. The woman who had fought for her freedom, who had lived in the shadow of her sister’s bloody past but had never allowed it to define her. They thought they could twist her into something she wasn’t.

The audacity.

The rage brewed quietly beneath his composed exterior, his magic stirring despite the oppressive weight. He would burn this place to ash for even daring to think of touching her.

The door creaked open.

Rusty hinges groaned like a dying animal, breaking the stillness.

Lance lifted his head, eyes narrowing as two figures stepped into the dim light. One was tall, broad-shouldered, with a jagged scar slashing across his cheek—a permanent sneer carved into his skin. The other remained near the door, arms crossed, eyes dull with boredom.

The scarred man grinned, a slow, mocking curve of his lips.

“You know.” he drawled, stepping forward with deliberate slowness. “None of this would’ve happened if you hadn’t married that red-haired bitch. We didn’t want you. You were never the target.”

He crouched, bringing his face close enough that Lance could smell the foul mix of tobacco and cheap liquor on his breath.

“We wanted her sister. Cerise. She was... valuable to us. But she escaped. Left everything behind, dragging her little sister along like a coward.”

His grin widened, malicious satisfaction gleaming in his eyes.

“But now? We have something better. You see, we realized something. What better way to replace the Crimson Wraith than with her own blood? We’ll take your precious wife, and turn her into the perfect weapon. Our new puppet.”

The words echoed in the damp room.

Lance didn’t move. His expression didn’t change. His face remained calm, far too calm.

But inside?

How dare you.

The air shifted.

Even bound and suppressed, his magic stirred, a quiet storm gathering, waiting. The ropes bit into his wrists, but they were nothing more than an inconvenience. He would burn this entire place to the ground before he let them touch her.

And then—

Footsteps.

At first faint, almost mistaken for an echo. But then louder. Steady. Unyielding.

The two mafia members stiffened. Their smug confidence faltered.

The pressure in the air built, thick and suffocating. The flickering lantern dimmed, shadows crawling further along the walls. The footsteps didn’t slow.

They grew louder. Closer.

And then—

The door exploded inward.

Wood shattered into splinters. The force of the blast sent fragments clattering across the stone floor. The oppressive magic that had choked the room recoiled instantly. For a moment, the air itself seemed to fear the figure standing in the doorway.

Rosemary stood there—fury incarnate.

Her rose-red hair blazed in the dim light, cascading behind her like a river of flame. Ocean jade eyes burned with unrelenting rage and fear, swirling with power she no longer cared to conceal. The aura surrounding her crackled with raw magic—a tempest on the brink of being unleashed.

“Where...”, she whispered, her voice low, trembling with restrained wrath, “Is my husband?”

The scarred man stumbled back. “Oh shit-!” he muttered in disbelief, glancing at his companion.

But the moment he moved—

Rosemary vanished.

A flash of purple swept through the air. Her blade glinted once, a crescent of death cutting through the dim light. With a scream, the scarred man flew backward, crashing into the far wall with a sickening crunch. The second man barely had time to react before Rosemary descended on him with relentless precision. Her strikes were merciless—graceful yet devastating. Every movement spoke of years of training, of lessons carved into muscle and bone.

They had expected a weak sister.

They received a force of nature.

The second man crumpled to the floor without a sound.

Silence fell.

Lance remained still, his gaze fixed on the woman who had torn apart his captors without hesitation. His heart thundered in his chest—not out of fear, but awe. She had come for him. She had shattered their illusions. She was magnificent.

Rosemary turned.

Her gaze softened the moment it met his. The fury faded, replaced by something far deeper—fear, worry, desperation.

“Lance.”

Her voice broke.

In two strides, she was beside him, dropping to her knees. Her hands reached for his face first, trembling as they brushed against his skin, as if afraid he would vanish.

“Are you—did they—?” Her voice cracked, unable to form the question.

“I’m fine.” His voice was soft but firm, though his smile faded when he saw the tears shining in her eyes.

“No, you’re not.” She gritted her teeth, glancing at the glowing restraints. Without hesitation, her fingers tightened around the ropes. Magic pulsed through her veins, rushing to her hands.

The ropes hissed.

With a surge of power and a cry laced with all the fear and rage she had suppressed, Rosemary ripped them apart. The restraints shattered into ash beneath her touch.

Lance didn’t move. He simply watched her—watched as she clung to him, as her shoulders shook.

“I thought—” she choked out, “I thought I was too late.”

Gently, Lance wrapped his arms around her.

“You weren’t.”

She buried her face in his chest. “I would have destroyed this whole place if they’d laid a hand on you.”

“I know.” He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “You were perfect.”

“No.” She pulled back slightly, her ocean jade eyes locking onto his, fierce even through the tears. “Not perfect. Just in time.”

And when Lance leaned forward to press his lips to hers, tender lingering. It wasn’t simply relief that filled the space between them.

It was a promise.

A promise that no matter who came for them next, no matter what shadows lurked in the past, they would face them—together.

Thanks for this headcanon. 🤭😳 Makes me wonder the number of attempts do Isaac and Lance even hide their "love" bruises and hickies. For Lance, knowing the man he would just show it off to everyone, as for Isaac he would just hide it with long sleeves and scarves but remember his seasonal outfit in the summer. Makes me wonder, how tempted would Lance be to just give a bite. 😂

Hello! I just really like your IsaacXLance headcanon stories and I just have this random idea. Which one of them is top or bottom? 🤔

I sometimes see them as switches or maybe Isaac is a power bottom and Lance is a top. 😂 But what do u think? And how frequent are their "activities"? Especially with their difficult time management.

🌚 heh...

(Warning: adult talk, kinda nsfw)

Lance is definitely a switch. Depending on the situation, his own mood and Isaac's mood, Lance can be both bottom AND top. Though I feel like in some cases, he would still tease his partner and have control. All in all, a switch, with a power bottom energy.

It's a very similar situation with Isaac, he's also a switch most of the time, but sometimes Isaac prefers to be a service top or even just a top. Mostly when Lance acts like an asshole and provokes Isaac on purpose. And the adventurer with the scar is happy to "remind his colleague of his manners". Lance, in general, is well-mannered, but not with Isaac, and it’s not like Isaac himself was complaining... 🌚

Given their busy patrol schedules and the fact that both are more often than not in different parts of the world (not sure how far Castle Village is from Stardew Valley), there are few opportunities for them to be alone together. So they will make the most of every opportunity. Sometimes it's slow and passionate sex, sometimes it's quickie. But they still manage to adjust their schedules so that Lance and Isaac have enough time for each other.

𝙰𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚊𝚖 𝙸𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙼𝚘𝚍

When I initially discovered this new mod, I decided to give it a try for the enjoyable experience, even though Sam is not the character I pick to romanced. However, as I delved deeper into Sam's immersive adventures, I found myself falling in love with his character. I couldn't help but feel excited about his cutscenes and dialogues. Here's an example of one of the mod's cutscenes its actually pretty hilarious and cute. Context: Sam run towards my farmer, Yvonne, then accidentally tripped and fell on top of her.

Ohmygawd! Alex and Sebastian definitely saw that. 😂

Pfft! This reminds me of that Wohoo spot in The Sims, were you can do the dirty under the pile of leaves. 😂🤭

I didn't get a screenshot for this but there's an option here were you can, (1) Laugh, roll off and reach down to Sam or (2) Quickly kiss Sam's cheek before offering your hand. I picked the 2nd option. 🤭

To all Sam fans out there! If you're looking to embark on a new romantic journey with your favorite character, I highly recommend trying this mod. It features a well-written story and engaging cutscenes that will make your love story with Sam truly unforgettable. Just note that you'll need to start a new save file to fully experience the modded content. Trust me, it's absolutely worth it!

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

A/N: After my playthrough with the new update of the Immersive Sebastian mod by maggplays, I got inspired to write this fanfic based on one of its cutscenes. And this is my made-up gift for not posting anything during Sebastian's birthday. This is a pretty lengthy fanfic. Enjoy!

Summary: Sebastian finds himself lost in memories of his time with his farmer. The experience proves to be both nostalgic and bittersweet, but ultimately serves as a reminder of the love and connection they share.

Sebastian stood in the snow-covered town square, watching the familiar, yet transformed scene of Pelican Town. The usually lively place was even more magical in winter, with every surface covered in a sparkling blanket of snow. Icicles dripped from the bare branches of the trees, and pine boughs were tied to the streetlights and garlands strung from the light poles. The air was crisp and cold, and the scent of pine and wood smoke mingled with the usual earthy smells of the town.

As the memories of the past year flashed through his mind, replaying like a film. He remembered the first time he had met Aleia, the new farmer who had moved into Pelican Town in the spring. He had been suspicious and dismissive of her, not expecting their relationship to mean much to him at the time but as the weeks went by, Sebastian's feelings towards Aleia had grown, without him even realizing it at first. He found himself looking forward to her visits to the carpenter shop, and they had developed a habit of chatting and spending time together during her "errands" around town.

Despite his usual stoicism, Sebastian found himself opening up to Aleia more and more as they spent time together. He started to trust her and look forward to their conversations, enjoying the sound of her voice and the way her eyes lit up when she talked about something she was passionate about.

In the summer, Sebastian realized that his feelings for Aleia were more than just casual friendship. He began to see her in a different light, and he couldn't ignore the flutter in his stomach when she smiled at him. Sebastian tried to push down his feelings, telling himself that it was just a phase and that he didn't want to ruin their friendship.

But as autumn arrived, Sebastian's feelings for Aleia only grew stronger. He found himself thinking about her constantly, missing her presence whenever she wasn't around. The thought of her being with someone else made him feel a burning jealousy that he couldn't ignore.

It was at this point that Sebastian knew he had to make a decision. He couldn't keep hiding his feelings any longer. But even with this realization, Sebastian still felt hesitant. How could he risk his friendship with Aleia on the chance that she might feel the same way?

Sebastian's heart raced as he tried to make sense of his conflicting emotions. He knew he couldn't keep avoiding the issue any longer, yet the thought of confessing his feelings to Aleia and potentially damaging their friendship was terrifying. He cared deeply for her, but he wasn't sure if his feelings were reciprocated, and the thought of putting their bond on the line made him feel nauseous.

In the end, by the time Sebastian gathered his courage and confessed his feelings to Aleia and to his surprise, she reciprocated. Aleia revealed that she was aware of his feelings but had chosen not to take the first step, wanting to give him time to open up on his own terms. Their mutual confession marked the beginning of their romantic relationship.

Sebastian's heart soared with relief and joy as he heard Aleia's response. He couldn't believe that his feelings were mutual, and that she had been patiently waiting for him all this time. The knowledge that she cared for him just as deeply as he did for her filled him with a sense of happiness and excitement for the future.

Over the next few weeks, Sebastian and Aleia continued to explore their newfound relationship. They spent more time together, going on romantic walks and spending cozy evenings at each other's homes. Sebastian found himself opening up to Aleia in ways he never had before, sharing his hopes and fears, and finding comfort in her steady presence. In turn, Aleia opened up to him as well, revealing parts of herself that she had kept hidden before.

Their relationship was not without its challenges, however. Sebastian still battled with his own insecurities and doubts, wondering if he was good enough for Aleia and if their relationship would last. Aleia on the other hand, struggled with her own demons, struggling to open up fully to Sebastian after having been hurt in the past. But they worked together to overcome these obstacles, communicating openly and working through their issues as a team. Through it all, their love for each other grew stronger and they supported each other through the difficult times. Sebastian found himself feeling more fulfilled and happy than he had ever been before, and Aleia felt a sense of safety and love that she had never experienced with anyone else. Their relationship was a true partnership, built on trust, understanding, and mutual respect. However, just as they were settling into their new relationship, Sebastian's thoughts turned to their future. He knew that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with Aleia, and he couldn't help but wonder if marriage was in the cards for them someday.

One day, as they were lying in bed together, Sebastian gathered the courage to bring up the subject. "Babe." he said, taking her hand in his, "There's something I've been thinking about."

Aleia turned to look at him, her eyes soft and curious. "What is it?" she asked, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

Sebastian took a breath, trying to keep his voice steady. "I was just thinking...about us. About our future." He looked down at their intertwined hands, feeling a little nervous. "I know we've only been together for a few months, but I can't help but wonder...Do you ever think about us getting married someday?"

Aleia looked at him for a moment, her expression unreadable. Sebastian's heart raced as he waited for her response, wondering if he had rushed things by bringing up the topic of marriage. Finally, Aleia spoke up, her voice gentle but clear. "You know, I've been thinking about that too." she said, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "I have to admit, the thought of being your wife someday...It's pretty appealing."

Sebastian's heart skipped a beat at her words, and a wide grin spread across his face. "Really?" he asked, not quite believing it. "You've thought about marrying me?"

Aleia laughed softly, poking him in the ribs. "Of course I have." she said, feigning offense. "What you think I'm not interested in being with you for the rest of my life?"

Sebastian chuckled, feeling a wave of relief and joy wash over him. "No, I just... I guess I wanted to make sure that we were on the same page." he said, bringing her hand to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles. "Because I can't imagine my life without you."

Aleia smiled at him, her eyes shining with love. "Yoba, you're such a sap." she teased, but her tone was affectionate. "But me too. I can't imagine being with anyone else but you. So... yes, Sebby. I do think about us getting married someday."

Sebastian felt a wave of happiness wash over him at her words. He drew her closer, burying his face in her hair. "I'm so glad." he murmured, his voice muffled. "I was afraid you might think it was too soon to be talking about this stuff."

Aleia wrapped her arms around him, rubbing her hand up and down his back. "It's not too soon." she said firmly. "We may have only been together for a few months, but we've known each other for longer than that. And I know that I want to be with you for the rest of my life."

Sebastian closed his eyes, feeling overwhelmed with emotion. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to have found someone like Aleia, who was willing to talk about their future together and was just as committed to their relationship as he was. "I love you." he whispered, hugging her tighter.

Aleia snuggled closer, resting her head on his chest. "I love you too." she replied, her voice soft and sweet. They lay there for a while in comfortable silence, basking in the warm glow of their feelings for each other and pondering the possibilities of their future together.

Sebastian stood outside, the rain drenching his hair and clothes. He walked towards the beach, his feet splashing through the wet sand. The tidepools shimmered in the distance, their shallow waters teeming with sea life, he noticed an old mariner standing in the rain.

"Ah, I can see it in yer eyes. There be someone special in yer heart. Just so happens I'm sellin' a mermaid pendant.", the old mariner said as Sebastian approaches him.

Sebastian's eyes fell on a small, shimmery necklace that caught his eye. It was a mermaid's pendant, its iridescent surface glinting in the dim light. He felt a surge of excitement as he looked at the pendant. He knew the legend behind it, and the fact that an old mariner was selling it at the beach seemed like a sign. Finally, he made up his mind and bought it.

As Sebastian made the purchase, the mariner gave him a knowing smile. "This is a special pendant, lad." he said, his voice gravelly but kind. "Give that to yer intended and they'll know exactly what you mean."

Sebastian felt a shiver run down his spine as the old mariner spoke. He knew that this pendant was meant for his lover, and the thought of giving it to her made his heart race with anticipation. He thanked the old mariner and tucked the pendant safely away in his pocket, the rain still falling around him.

Sebastian walked back towards his home, the sound of the rain and the sand under his feet the only sounds in the otherwise quiet night. He thought about how he would surprise Aleia with the pendant, and how he would ask her to marry him. The thought of proposing to her both thrilled and terrified him and he felt a mix of emotions stirring inside him.

As he reached the doorstep of his home, Sebastian took a deep breath and shook himself off, trying to dispel the rainwater from his hair and clothes. He reached into his pocket and felt the cool surface of the pendant, the weight of it a constant reminder of his decision to propose to Aleia.

He entered the house, his mind already racing with ideas for how to ask Aleia for her hand in marriage. But for now, he would keep the pendant hidden, and wait for the perfect moment to reveal it to her, with a determined expression, he hung up his wet jacket and prepared himself for the conversation they would soon be having.

The night was crystal clear, the stars twinkling in the velvety sky overhead. Sebastian and Aleia were on a night ride on Sebastian's motorcycle, the wind blowing through their hair as they rode through the valley. As they came to a stop at a secluded spot on a cliff overlooking the city, Aleia couldn't help but gasp at the view before them. The city lights were glowing in the distance, the colorful lights creating a dazzling display against the darkness of the night.

As Aleia stood there taking in the breathtaking view, she was so focused on the panorama before her that she didn't notice Sebastian sliding off the motorcycle and coming to stand beside her. It wasn't until she felt his hand on her arm that she turned to look at him, her eyes widening as she saw that he was kneeling down on one knee before her.

Sebastian's heart was pounding in his chest, and his palms were sweaty. He had been planning to ask Aleia to marry him for days, and now that the moment had finally arrived, he couldn't help the mixture of nerves and excitement coursing through his veins. He took a deep breath and looked up at her, their eyes meeting in the moonlight.

"Aleia." he began, his voice low and steady. "I have something important to ask you." He reached into his pocket and took out the small box containing the mermaid's pendant. "From the moment I first saw you, I knew that you were special. You brought a light and a joy into my life that I never thought I could have. And now, I want to ask you to share that light and joy with me for the rest of our lives."

Aleia's eyes widened as she saw the box in Sebastian's hand, and her heart began to race. She had suspected that Sebastian might propose soon, but she hadn't expected it to be so beautiful and romantic. As she listened to his words, a lump formed in her throat and tears pricked the corners of her eyes.

"Sebastian." she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "I...I don't know what to say. Yoba, you're making me cry." She laughed and sniffed, wiping away the tears that were starting to fall down her cheeks.

Sebastian chuckled softly, his own eyes misty as he opened the box to reveal the mermaid's pendant. "I've been thinking about this for a long time." he said, his voice cracking slightly. "And I know that there's no one else in the world that I want to spend the rest of my life with. Will you marry me, Aleia?"

Aleia could hardly believe that it was really happening. She looked at the pendant in the box, the iridescent surface shimmering in the moonlight. Tears streamed down her face as she nodded and said tearfully, "Yes! Yes, of course! I'll marry you, Sebastian!"

Sebastian's heart leaped with joy as he heard her words, and he felt a wave of relief and happiness wash over him. Carefully, he took the pendant out of the box and placed it around Aleia's neck, fastening it behind her. The pendant looked perfect against her skin, and Sebastian couldn't help but notice how it seemed to perfectly match the color of her eyes. The iridescent surface of the pendant mirrored the deep hue of her irises, and it looked as though the sea itself was captured within the gemstone.

"It's almost as beautiful as you.", Sebastian murmured, reaching up to touch the pendant. Aleia blushed and laughed, reaching up to touch the pendant herself. "You're such a sap." she teased, but her voice was full of love and tenderness.

They stood there for a few moments, admiring the pendant in the soft light of the stars. Sebastian wrapped his arms around Aleia, drawing her closer to him. "You know." he said, his voice low and tender, "I can't wait to call you my wife."

Aleia snuggled closer to him, feeling safe and loved in his embrace. "And I can't wait to call you my husband." she replied, her voice content and happy. They stood there for a while longer, enjoying the cool night air, the sound of the crickets, and the feeling of being in each others' arms.

Sebastian suddenly snapped back to reality, realizing that he was now standing at the altar, awaiting the arrival of his soon-to-be wife. He felt a brief moment of disorientation as his memories and the present moment collided in his mind, but his focus quickly shifted to the beautiful woman who was slowly making her way towards him. As Aleia walked down the aisle, looking radiant in her white wedding gown, Sebastian couldn't help but feel a wave of love and anticipation wash over him.

This was it, the moment he had been dreaming of for so long. He smiled warmly at Aleia as she reached the altar and took her place beside him, their eyes meeting and holding each other's gaze. Sebastian reached out and took her hand in his, feeling the smoothness of her skin and the gentle squeeze of her fingers against his. He couldn't believe that this was happening, that this beautiful, amazing woman was about to become his wife.

The ceremony began, and Sebastian tried to stay present in the moment, despite the rush of memories and emotions that still swirled in his mind. He listened to the officiant's words, his heart swelling with love for the woman next to him. He exchanged vows with Aleia, promising to love and cherish her for the rest of their lives. And as they both said "I do." Sebastian felt like he was truly beginning a new chapter in his life.

The ceremony ended, and Sebastian and Aleia were pronounced husband and wife. Sebastian couldn't help the tears that welled up in his eyes as he sealed their union with a kiss. The cheers and applause of their friends and family faded into the background as he lifted his new wife up into his arms and spun her around, her laughter filling his ears like music.

They both stood there, laughing and smiling at each other, surrounded by the cold, snowy landscape of the valley. Sebastian felt a sense of completeness and contentment that he had never experienced before. He knew that there would be challenges and difficulties in their future, but he also knew that as long as he had Aleia by his side, he could face anything that came their way. This was just the beginning of their journey together, and Sebastian couldn't wait to see what the future held.

Mod: "Maggs Immersive Sebastian Dialogue and Custom Events Spicy or Sweet" by @maggplays

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.

✿✿𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚂𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚖𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚆𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚝𝚑 ✿✿

Sam and Yvonne's relationship progresses through various stages as the seasons change. In the fresh and vibrant spring, they share lighthearted moments and budding affection. As summer arrives, they spend more time together and grow closer, their bond deepening under the summer sun. As the leaves turn crisp and golden in the fall, they share intimate moments, their connection strengthening with the changing seasons. In the quiet, snowy winter, they find comfort and warmth in each other's company, their relationship reaching peaks of closeness and understanding.

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

Farmer: *enjoying a peaceful married life*

*sees an attractive marriageable npc*

Farmer: I'm gonna do what's called a pro gamer move.😏