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Hey Mousey! (◕ᴗ◕✿) How have you been? It’s been so long since my last request, I hope you're doing great, staying safe, and healthy wherever you are!

Anyway, here’s a little idea/request I wanted to share with you and maybe turned it into a fic. If I remember correctly, you once made a post about The Farmer casually making Foxbloom honey and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about the chaos that would cause! Since Foxbloom is an enchanted flower known to cure any sickness or even lift curses, it makes sense that the magical and adventurer communities would go wild trying to get their hands on a single jar of that “miracle honey.”

Sooo, here’s the headcanon scenario I’d love to see with your Farmer Julian and my Farmer Cerise:

Julian just innocently makes Foxbloom into honey like it’s no big deal. Cerise (who is a chocolatier farmer and not realizing the magical significance) buys a few jars and uses them in her chocolate velvet truffles. She starts selling them, completely unaware she’s just turned a legendary magical flower into a sweet, decadent confection.

Now I would like to see the reaction from the Adventurers and Magic folks! The Wizards, Mages, Combat Guild members, even random traveling sorcerers, everyone’s freaking out over her chocolates. People are suddenly feeling cured, energized, or having their curses lifted just by eating one of her truffles. Rumors spread fast. The Ministry and Orden end up placing bulk orders like 25 dozen boxes. Cerise is just trying to mind her business and live her peaceful, chill farm life, and now she’s buried under requests from powerful magical institutions and the unexpected magical marriage proposals, because they love her chocolates.

And she still has no idea why… until Julian finally explains the truth about Foxbloom honey. And when she realizes she accidentally made enchanted chocolate? Yeah, she’s not happy.

(Also, I think this is the first time I’ve made an idea that includes both of our farmers! I just love imagining the kind of chaos that could come from combining a legendary flower and turning it into sweets. Julian unknowingly unleashing a magical market crash, and Cerise getting caught in the aftermath.)

Hey hey, Hime 👋 I'm doing good, thanks for asking 😊💖

I've seen a few of your stories and fics about this foxbloom honey madness before and it reignited that spark I felt when we first mentioned this headcanon! So inspiration hit me in the butt and I decided to write a short (heh 😁) story. Thanks so much for the ask, and hope you're having a great day too!

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"It's just a honey..."

The news spread through the guilds and magical organisations of the Ferngill Republic like wildfire: a miraculous treat made by a certain farmer from Stardew Valley not only tasted divine, making even the most experienced confectioners envious of such skill and selection of ingredients, but also had incredible properties. Severe wounds, which without the intervention of elixirs and spells should heal within six months - completely healed, incurable diseases - disappeared from the moment a piece of truffle melted on the tongue. A surge of strength, a feeling of vigour, women claimed their winkles disappeared and they looked 10-20 years younger, some mages even noted that their mana, completely drained, was immediately restored as soon as they tasted the chocolate. The incredible phenomenon, which sold for a ridiculously low price, attracted more and more people, the sceptics who had tested the magical chocolate on their own experience immediately joined the rest of the group of people, filling letters with requests. The wave took over the Castle Village, where the chocolate had reached through resellers (who didn't yet know that they were selling a cure for all diseases and the elixir of youth in one truffle for nothing), and there were already fights and a couple of destroyed shops in the local bazaar.

Finally the Ministry of Magic, the main magical organisation, responded to the mess and turmoil, urging the locals to calm down or they would take more drastic measures to restore order. The chief wizards and witches have issued a decree to restrict the supply of goods from Stardew Valley until they can figure out what these truffles are, whether this is another attempt at fraud, or whether the sweets are potentially dangerous. In the meantime, those same wizards and witches were secretly sending requests, making enquiries for over a dozen boxes of chocolate. Some for tests, others to taste this chocolate at their own risk. All in shock confirmed the words and cries of the ordinary people: the chocolate is indeed miraculous, but for the sake of preserving order, they announced that it was a fake. Except that no one believed them, and requests continued, now bypassed into the law.

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A tired Cerise had no sooner opened the mailbox door than a huge number of letters poured out onto the snowy ground, unable to cope with the cramped space of the small iron box. She raked up all the papers with irritation, took off her winter outerwear and walked into the house.

"Guess what we got again," she turned to her sister and threw the letters into a huge pile of the same letters that had already reached somewhere around two metres high.

"Letters, what else can we get?" Rosemary replied casually, sipping her green tea on the sofa in the living room, looking at this very "pile" that had formed beside her, dangerously promising to come crashing down on her. "Nah, wait, more bombs might come though." She chuckled slightly, remembering her older sister's face as she caught the unexpected "gift" from Kent as a thank you for her friendship.

"Thousands of requests for a box of truffles, over a hundred offers to buy back the recipe, and a dozen marriage proposals! I'm already happy in my marriage, thank you very much!" The pale-blonde farmer paced back and forth, throwing her hands up in the air and resenting this chaos over her chocolate. Rosemary could have sworn there was steam coming out of Cerise's ears because of the anger.

"Well, didn't you yourself want people to enjoy your chocolate creations?"

"That's not the reaction I was counting on! I think I'm going to ask Jio to accompany me all the time, because I have a feeling that in addition to letters, people will be coming to our house." She sighed tiredly as she sat down next to Rosemary and gratefully accepted a cup of hot tea from her.

"Why my truffles, anyway?" Cerise drained half of her cup and set it on the side table next to before leaning back tiredly on the back of the sofa. Rosemary decided to follow her older sister's idea and relaxed on the sofa with her as well.

"You said you decided to change something. Now try to remember exactly what you changed."

"But that's the thing, I didn't really change anything," she looked into her little sister's violet eyes. "Dried lavender flowers, as always, the homemade heavy cream, only fattier, cocoa beans from our trees, honey I bought from Julian, and condensed milk- !!!!!!"

Cerise rose abruptly from the bed.

"The honey I bought from Julian...." She muttered, slowly, minting each word. A thin smile formed on her face, sweet and at first glance nothing threatening, but Rosemary knew her sister all too well.

"I think it's been a long time since we've visited our dear neighbour, don't you think? He always said he was glad of our company." She turned again turned her gaze to her younger sister.

"Get dressed, Rosemary, we are going to visit Gildergreen Farm right now."

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Julian was overjoyed that his dear neighbours had decided to visit him this weekend, for what could be better than sitting around the fireplace with friends, chatting and warming up with a hot cup of chocolate.

What he definitely didn't expect was Cerise about chasing him around the house, promising to strangle him and hide his body where no one would find it.

"I don't know what you're talking about! Let's calm down and- Woah!" He deftly dodged a napkin bag flying over his head and ran into the kitchen where Cerise ran after him. They both made a few circles around the table, and this rather comical scene reminded Rosemary of that old cartoon where the big cat chased the little mouse.

"You tell me where you got that honey, or help me Yoba, I'll give you Hell on Earth!" The eldest of the Valroux sisters paused for a second and glared angrily at Julian.

"This is just the regular honey I always made!" The blond-haired man shouted, slightly out of breath from all the chasing. Cerise was taking deep breaths as well, not from fatigue, but in an effort to calm her nerves and not do something to her friend that she would regret afterwards.

"Cerise started selling her truffles to everyone and people went crazy for her chocolate. Like, literally." Rosemary decided to become the mediator and voice of reason in this conflict. "We have suspicions," she thought the word "suspicions" wasn't too appropriate anymore, as since her sister had already decided for sure that Julian was to blame for this chaos, "that your honey she used in her chocolate is the reason people are so obsessed with her sweets."

"Wait, what does that have to do with me?" The young man with multicoloured eyes didn't get it. "My honey is of the highest quality, yes, but maybe it's because Cerise is so good at making chocolate."

The pale-blonde woman slammed her palms down on the kitchen table, the only object that separated her and Julian.

"My truffles have somehow started to heal people's wounds, cure all sorts of diseases and are seen as an elixir of youth, mana restoration and all sorts of miraculous properties! All I've changed in my recipe is the new variety of honey I acquired from you."

Julian was silent for half a minute, looking back and forth at Cerise and Rosemary, and then said quietly: "Maybe it's something else? A different kind of cocoa bean, or-"

Before he could add anything, Cerise jumped over the oak table, ploughed him to the floor, and bent both his arms behind his back, holding them with hel right hand. Julian was an experienced adventurer, but Cerise was an ex-assassin who still knew how to take her enemy by surprise.

"Ow! What are you doing? I- Hey, hah! Cu- hehe! Cuhuhuht it out!"

Cerise didn't want to hurt her friend too badly after all, but to receive information and just in retaliation for all the stress he'd unintentionally caused her, with the free hand she reached to Julian's side, quickly moving fingers amd making him squirm under her steely grip.

"What kind of honey did you use, tell me, now," she wasn't going to slow down, and Julian was already turning into a laughing mess beneath her. Rosemary decided not to interfere or get in her older sister's way: she remembered from childhood that Cerise could be merciless in the tickle war.

"Foxbloom! It's- hahaha, it's foxbloom!"

"What?...."

Both sisters are aghast at this response.

"Wait, foxbloom? The foxbloom?" Rosemary asked.

Julian took advantage of Cerise's confusion and finally broke free of her grip, moving away from her to the other end of the kitchen.

"I found- phew..." Julian rubbed his tortured side, his face is tired after the forced laughter. "I found this flower in the Ridge Forest and was able to plant it on my farm."

"But this flower is a legend, Jio said-"

"That almost no one could find it." Julian interrupted Cerise. "Yeah, i know, your husband told me the same thing. But I managed to find foxbloom somehow, and I was even able to plant it in my garden. It's a very beautiful flower, terribly finicky though."

The trio were silent for about ten seconds or so before Julian spoke again:

"The honey came about by accident. I set up a bunch of bee houses on the farm, but the bees started acting really weird... They were all drawn to collect nectar only from the foxbloom, and they had been working on the honey itself for three whole seasons! From early spring, when I planted the flower, to the last day of fall! But the liquid gold I got was worth it - the amber color, the taste is just indescribably wonderful, and the quality is the best. My little buzzing helpers did their best!" With pride in his voice, he said the last words. And a little more quietly added: "I didn't think at all that I could also get honey from this flower, I just liked the way the foxbloom was showing off in the garden. The bees are happy too, this honey is definitely enough to get them through the winter."

"You've tasted honey, right?" Rosemary asked, as she realized her older sister was still recovering from the shock. "Haven't you noticed anything out of the ordinary? Healing of any illnesses, wounds, some other magical crap, no?"

"Well, I've been sick with a cold recently, and black tea with honey and lemon has always been a great preventative. At least that's what my mom always told me..." He replied with sadness in his voice, remembering the days when she was still alive. "But I thought it was the paracetamol that helped me so quickly."

Cerise silently took a step forward, Julian automatically took a step back, and scrutinized his face, adorned with freckles.

"Your scar... It's gone."

"What?..."

Rosemary also stepped closer to the man and took a good look.

"Damn, she's right. That scar on your nose, it's gone now." The red-haired girl pulled a little mirror out of her pocket and held it out to Julian, who looked at his own reflection in disbelief for half a minute.

Placing the mirror on the kitchen counter, he reached under his sweater, groping the skin on his back. To his utter shock, the huge three stripe scar was gone as well.

"Seriously, you just noticed that now?" The surprise and confusion on the blond-haired man's face had already given Rosemary an answer.

"I don't understand..." He began to weakly excuse himself. "It's just honey..."

"Just honey?!" Cerise's voice cut through once more, returning to the fury that had been there when they arrived at Julian's house. She grabbed a kitchen chair standing next to her, and Julian automatically put his hands out in front of him, trying to defend himself. Rosemary was already at the ready to catch the oak furniture her older sister had decided to use as a weapon.

"Ahem."

The trio turned at the sound behind them and stared in surprise at Magnus who had come out of nowhere.

"I apologize for entering here uninvited and disturbing your, hmm, conversation," with those words the old wizard nodded to a startled Julian, "but I sensed Cerise was here and the matter is important." With a flick of his hand, the chair in Cerise's hands glowed blue and disappeared to a place unknown to all but Magnus himself.

"I'm sure you know perfectly well what I mean." Magnus was slightly taken aback by the angry look of the young woman he mentioned. Angry as a bull, she pointed her finger at Julian and shouted:

"Ask him about all this madness!"

Rasmodius glanced questioningly at the owner of the house.

Julian sighed.

"It's a long story..."

"Well then, I will ask all of yours to proceed to my tower, there with the others we will discuss everything."

"The others? Who else is there?" Rosemary asked Magnus, who instead of answering cast a spell - and all four of them found themselves in his tower.

"The fuck- what are they doing here?" Rosemary asked Magnus again, her hand pointing to the familiar five residents of the Castle Village.

"Could ask the same thing," Isaac turned dryly to the wizard from Stardew Valley, "I thought we were only dealing with one of the sisters."

"Oooh, this is interesting~" as always in her repertoire, Camilla stepped closer to the three farmers, a sly smile on her perfect face.

"Hey guys," Alesia greeted the incoming farmers, and her act was followed by Lance and Jadu standing nearby, nodding silently to the old acquaintances.

"Well, shall we start?" Lance decided to inquire.

All present heard someone slowly ascending the steps and saw a familiar face, adorned with wrinkles and a black eye patch.

"Now we can begin. Well, who would like to start?"

"Let me...." Julian said tiredly, feeling like a whole wave of not-so-kind words were about to rain down on his head. "I'll try to tell you everything quickly."

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The conversation he wanted to fit into half an hour at most stretched into a full two, with constant comments from Cerise herself, then questions from Magnus and Camilla while the others listened to them, and finally all the questions were answered.

"Why am I not fucking surprised..." Isaac cursed under his breath and facepalmed, trying to get some distraction from the headache that had started from all of this.

"How could you be so... irresponsible! It's a magical flower! Everything about it, the nectar, the honey, the petals - all has magical properties!" Magnus paced back and forth, pouring scoldings over the young man's head. Marlon crossed his arms over his chest, staring silently at his ward, and somehow his silence made Julian feel worse than Magnus's tirade, which just a few minutes ago he'd claimed he had "no words". There are words. And they're mostly profanity.

Julian had nothing to say for himself, and Cerise, who had enjoyed the satisfaction of justice a little bit, felt a twinge of conscience for her friend, seeing him red like a tomato. The rest of the group stood and thought about their own thoughts while Rosemary rested on a sofa not far from the others and read a book about the elements, as she was bored with this meeting.

"So what's next?" Marlon finally raised his voice and asked Magnus and Camilla the question on everyone's mind.

"The decision isn't just up to us, we have to confer with the others," Camilla replied, putting her index and middle fingers together and leaning them against her temple, and closed her eyes. Magnus did the same as his colleague, and the room was filled with silence for a moment, broken only by the soft gurgle of green liquid from Magnus' cauldron.

"Ah, that will do! What do you think, Razzy?"

"I think it's about time you acted your age and stopped calling me that word," the old wizard replied to his colleague.

"What is the Ministry's verdict?" Jadu questioned cautiously.

"The old farts weren't too happy with all that fuss," Magnus grumbled at the fact that Camilla had completely ignored his request to behave properly by calling important wizards of the Ministry "the old farts." "Cerise's name is cleared of almost all responsibility since she didn't know about the honey, and Julian faces a life sentence in a Castle Village dungeon and complete confiscation of property under the law for unauthorized distribution of magical items."

Julian swallowed nervously and his face turned white with fear. Everyone present, except the witch and Magnus, tensed and looked anxiously at the guilty farmer. Cerise was already ready to yell in protest.

"Buuuuuuut....."

She just loved making dramatic pauses, Yoba help us all, Alesia thought.

"We have come to a compromise. The Ministry will turn a blind eye to this... unpleasant situation if you, my dear," she pointed a finger at Julian, "agree to supply all the guilds, mages circle and our apothecaries with a jar of your miracle honey each as a cure and alchemy ingredient and stop selling anything related to foxbloom. How do you feel about that?" The blonde smiled radiantly, seeing the look in the man's unusual eyes relax.

"That's fair, i think," Julian nodded his head in agreement. "No problems, and the honey will serve for good deeds."

"What about all the harassment of my sister? People still think it's her truffles that are the magic ones." Rosemary tore herself away from the book and turned to everyone present.

"Not anymore. Before our meeting started, someone confessed to me that they had done experiments on Cerise's chocolate and accidentally blabbed that it was about one particular ingredient," Alesia crossed her arms over her chest and looked a little judgmentally at Jadu, who was now trying to make himself as small as a mouse.

"In my defense, I didn't realize I'd be listened to," the sniper and the young mage were suprise that Lance started to speak, deciding to take his friend and colleague's responsibility. Magnus looked very surprised and definitely didn't expect the pink-haired adventurer to do such a thing, but Camilla gave him a sly look, guessing what the noble man was trying to do.

"Don't worry. I took all letters to Julian and Cerise under my personal control long ago."

"I don't think you're doing a good job," Rosemary responded again, "we have a mountain of these requests at home now. Hell, now we have enough paper to stoke the fireplace."

"I think it's time for someone to shut up and stay out of the conversation," Isaac replied rudely, for which he received an obscene gesture from the red-haired woman, as if to show where he could shove his precious opinion.

Camilla turned her head toward Rosemary.

"Oh, my dear... Those letters Cerise received were only a drop in the ocean. There were many more. Some even from the Gotoro Empire."

Everyone looked at Camilla in surprise.

"From... the Gotoro Empire?" Cerise couldn't believe that the whole truffle situation had gone so far that even their national enemy had gotten wind of all this.

"That's right, only two. One with a marriage proposal, the other threatening to wipe everyone the hell out if we don't deliver hundreds of boxes. You're right by the way, my dear Rosemary," Camilla turned to the farmer resting on the sofa again, "those letters burn well in the fireplace, hehe~"

"So, problem solved?" Marlon summarized. "Did everyone say everything they wanted to?"

"Just one more thing." Julian turned to Cerise. "Sorry. For, well... everything."

"Already forgiven," she smiled softly, unable to hold a grudge against her friend any further.

Camilla clapped her hands together, her beautiful face once again adorned with a snow-white smile.

"Well, then we've decided everything! The laws we'll approve, maybe the locals won't fear the Ministry so much, but they'll definitely fear me." The farmers who didn't know the witch that well sometimes felt goosebumps at the sweet yet threatening voice of the Castle Village main witch. "We will reassure everyone that the honey will be delivered to guilds, mages, and others peoples in need solely as medicine and alchemy experiments under strict control, and no one will have a problem until someone starts selling honey products again!"

The smile on Julian's face slid down sharply at the realization of a small but very, VERY important detail.

"Yeah, about that...."

Everyone tensed up again.

"What is it?" Marlon asked his ward calmly but sternly.

"Well, nothing serious, but we should hurry up and intercept the entire supply of mead I gave for sale to Lewis yesterday..."

Marlon raised his eyebrows.

"And the sause."

Isaac covered his face with his hand again.

"And royal jelly."

Alesia prayed quietly to Yoba.

"And essential oil"

Lance shook his head with a smile.

"And flower tea."

Jadu continued to listen with genuine interest.

"And a couple of environmental dyes."

Magnus tried his best not to yell again. Cerise, on the other hand, relaxed a little, knowing that still, as heartless as it sounded, it wasn't her problem now, and Rosemary with Camilla was frankly laughing at all the craziness.

"I thought it was just honey..."

#stardew valley expanded #sve #ridgeside village #rsv #hope i described your farmer's personalities correctly!#farmer cerise #farmer rosemary #farmer julian #sve magnus #sve camilla #sve lance #sve isaac #sve jadu #sve alesia #thanks for the ask!

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studentinpursuitofclouds · 2 days ago

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(I don't not know if your asks are open or not(if not pls ignore-)

I would offer you my kidneys if you Please make a post about the SVD and SVE bachelorettes reaction if the farmer catches them wearing the farmer's old work white shirt(long sleeve+buttons),

P.S.- Can the farmer be my oc (Aoto, she/her, enormous by height^like 229cm/7'6^) I'm not going to explain my whole ocs lore and details pls understand me.

(Aoto got that daddy mat-)

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One bachelorettes x Farmer OC headcanon for you, dear anon 🫡 Thank you for your ask and have a wonderful day 🫰💖

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Leah:

Aoto got up just ten seconds before the alarm clock was due to sound, and the farmer quickly touched the device, preventing the nasty ringing from waking Leah. But as soon as Aoto turned to look at her sleeping wife, but saw an empty and long-cold place. Stretching sweetly and slowly getting up, the farmer made her way towards the kitchen, and before she reached it she smelled the aroma of cheese cauliflower and mint tea. Aoto caught sight of her beautiful wife not in her usual green nightie, but in her old farmer's shirt.

"Good morning dear~ Breakfast is ready, sit down to eat soon before it gets cold."

Aoto can clearly hear the slight flirtation in her talented lover's voice, that sly and teasing look in Leah's eyes immediately made the farmer realize that she wore her white shirt on purpose.

And damn it, it was working.

Penny:

As usual on Saturday morning, Penny had decided to do a general cleaning of the house while her wife, Aoto, was outside, busy tending to the harvest. The ginger young woman was gathering all the dirty laundry to be washed into the bin and noticed this white shirt that was lying on the couch. Slightly wrinkled, but not to say it was ready for washing. Penny took it for inspection, in case regular ironing would be enough. Yoba, it's probably like a sundress to her! Curiosity about how her wife's work clothes would fit was killing her, so she put on the shirt. Indeed, the long one on her is like a sundress. Still, it's clean, and such a nice fabric to the touch...

"Looking good, hon~" from Aoto's sudden voice, Penny gave a short muffled scream.

"Aoto! You scared me..." She replied, trying her best to ignore her wife's slightly hungry gaze and feeling her cheeks fill with a blush.

Abigail:

"Hey, come here!" The morning started not with coffee but with a series of teasing and jokes, and Abigail, who was about to lose to her beloved, decided to throw a trump card up her sleeve and grabbed Aoto's old shirt, not wanting to give up and drag the game out longer. Aoto chased Abigail around the sofa, her laughter shimmering with laughter of her purple-haired wife, who deftly dodged the taller woman's attempts to catch her.

"Heh, well try and get it!" Abby put the clothes on and stood in a victory pose, watching with interest to see what Aoto would do next. But the farmer only crossed her arms and smiled broadly. "You know, you can keep it, it looks good on you~" Abigail wanted to say something back, but instead she sniffed at the fabric she was wearing.

"Ew, it's sweaty!" She quickly threw off the shirt, good thing it was too big to waste time on the buttons.

"Yeah, duh, it's a work shirt." Aoto replied, and for a second the world went dark as Abigail threw her shirt right in Aoto's face. The farmer laughingly began to follow Abigail again and promise "revenge."

Haley:

With a loud yawn, Haley walked slowly through the kitchen, putting on the kettle to brew herself and her beloved wife fresh coffee for the breakfast she had already prepared. Just as she finished tending to the kitchen cabinets and stove, the blonde-haired woman wanted to sit down in a chair, but stopped, noticing how carelessly and crumpled on the chair hung Aoto's work shirt, who still threw dirty clothes around the house. She took the large, old shirt in her hands and slipped it on, noting that there was no point in buttoning it, as it was too big. The fabric gave off a faint odor of earth, sweat, and old deodorant.

"Ew." Haley said quietly, but took her time removing the shirt, feeling warm and comfortable. She hadn't even heard Aoto arrive in time and she almost jumped in the spot and blushed when her wife made her presence known with a smile on her face.

"You scattered your dirty things everywhere again."

"Mhm~"

Maru:

"Ugh, I knew it..." Maru sure knew it, but still decided to put a few finishing touches on her new invention right before bed, and immediately regretted it: her pajamas were all covered in drops of machine oil. She quickly threw the soiled clothes in the wash with a special stain remover, and went to the bedroom to look in the closet for other pajamas. And as luck would have it, there were none, all her clothes were either dirty or hadn't dried yet. Maru decided to borrow some clothes from her wife Aoto for the night. She pulled a long white shirt from the highest shelf.

"Too big for me, but it's natural cotton..."

Aoto returned from the field, with only one wish to finally go to bed with his favorite wife after a long day's work. The farmer was a little surprised to catch her already sleeping wife in her old work shirt. "Of all the options, she decided to choose this." Aoto looked at his wife for another half a minute, and with a warm smile, finally joined Maru, covering herself and her with the blanket.

Emily:

"Mhm, 60 centimeters here, 30 centimeters here.... But what if it's too small? Honey, are you there?" Emily didn't hear an answer from Aoto, which meant that her wife was now still not home from working in the barn. But she needed her right now because Emily was taking important measurements so that the sleeves of a new shirt for her beloved. Emily decides not to wait for her and takes Aoto's old clothes to take the measurements she needs. All done, but Emily instead of going back to sewing, began to examine her partner's shirt more carefully, and slipped it on. Still as white as the first time she'd given this garment to Aoto, and still as big for Emily.

"Heh, looks good on you." Emily turned around at Aoto's voice. The farmer was standing near the entrance to the bedroom, grinning at her wife, who's also smiling and glowing like a sunshine.

Sophia:

"Hee-hee, look, look! It's like a dress to me!" Sophia laughed and spun around on the spot, showing off the oversized work shirt she was wearing to Aoto. And she was right: on Sophia, the white garment hung down almost to her knees. Though the farmer herself paid more attention to how the pink-haired young woman looked in the shirt, even if it was a bit too big for her.

"Your shirt is so big, so soft, and so comfy, feels like a cloud to the touch..." Sophia sweetly rubbed her cheek against the collar, enjoying the smooth and fresh fabric. In an instant, her smile vanished from her face and her lavender gaze went straight to her wife. Aoto saw the glint in her beloved's eyes, she knew that look all too well...

"I'm never going to see that shirt again, am I-"

"Correct."

Well, the farmer was willing to make those sacrifices for Sophia.

Olivia:

Olivia tsked slightly as she picked up Aoto's crumpled shirt from the couch, lamenting that her beloved had once again scattered her farmer's work clothes in the living room. She scrutinised the fabric, noting that the shirt had lost its whiteness and some parts had holes in them, so it was worth ordering a new one from Emily or the others for a personalised shirt, as she couldn't find one in that size in any of the other shops. Olivia herself doesn't know what came over her, but she decided to put this shirt on herself. The ex Joja accountant is been living with Aoto for a while now, but she's still surprised at the size of her wife and her work clothes. The fabric is still of high quality, and the shirt itself has some charm...

"What are you doing, dear~~" For such a big person, Aoto knows how to sneak up unnoticed and quietly.

"Deciding the fate of your old shirt."

Scarlett:

"Hon, that's my shirt." Aoto made feeble attempts to speak to a sleepy Scarlett who was sprawled on the sofa in Aoto's work clean shirt, unwilling to change her comfortable position. The farmer herself had no desire to do such a cruel thing and wake her beautiful wife from such a sweet sleep. But she would like her work shirt back, too.

"The wardrobe was full of similarly big clothes, and you choose this particular shirt?"

"Mmm, cosy... warm.... 'nd comfy... mine now..." That was all Scarlett replied, falling back into a deep sleep.

Aoto only sighed a little tiredly and gave up, unable to stand the sight of her wife so sweet to her heart. But deciding that the sofa was not the best place for a sleeping person's back, she gently took Scarlett in her arms, carrying her into the bedroom.

Claire:

The sunlight streaming through the glass window softly illuminated the bedroom, letting Aoto know that it was early morning and time to get up for work. Reluctantly opening her eyelids, she noticed movement near the dressing table, and recognised the silhouette as her dear spouse Claire, who had apparently gotten up even earlier than she had.

"Good morning, my love~ Did you sleep we- is that my work shirt?"

Claire hadn't expected her wife to wake up so early. She thought to quickly try the shirt on and take it back off as she wondered how big the clothes were on her.

"I mean, i don't mind, take your time with this shirt, it looks good on you," Aoto smiled as Claire blushed slightly at the comment, but gave her wife a smile as well.

#sdv #stardew valley #stardew valley expanded #sve #sdv emily #sdv penny #sdv haley #sdv leah #sdv maru #sdv abigail #sve claire #sve sophia #sve scarlett #sve olivia #sdv headcanons #sve headcanons #thanks for the ask!

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