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devs i am seconding this

In Fields of Mistria, NPC schedules change depending on the season and day! You never know where you might run into someone! ☀️

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I drew this a while ago, but please enjoy March and my farmer, Violet. He’s so head over heels for her but won’t admit it.

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most players: eiland's so hot but only cares about his stupid museum artifacts :(

me: you dropped this, autistic king 👑

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Balor...my babydoll...my darling 😤

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love a guy that tells me to kill myself daily

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Drunken words are sober thoughts.

Ryis x Reader!

Summary: After finishing up the donations for the General Store, you find yourself at the Inn having too many drinks when Ryis arrives.

Warnings: Intoxicated reader, and March.

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It was a long week. That was for sure, you had managed to get the general store materials gathered and dropped in the donations box. The amount of times you had dedicated to going down in the mines for it was no laughing matter. Not to mention all the artifacts you had found while you were down there. The money was a harder feat that involved you running around like a mad man foraging everything you could, fishing from dawn til dusk, and trying to get your crops thriving. Each time your pack was full, you’d run all the way back to your farm and drop it off before scarfing down some food and heading back out.

But you did it.. Not to brag.

So the drinks at the Inn were welcomed. Especially when the first few had been on Nora for your hard work. The burn of the alcohol tasted delicious after working so hard. The buzz in your veins helping relieve the tension of the week. You threw back the rest of your Hot Toddy- which Hemlock insisted you have. You could have kissed him for it. But you held your self back, there was just one person you wanted to kiss. Laughter was erupting around you, and then you heard March- who had joined you for a few drinks and was now living up to his lightweight status, was excitedly exclaiming his love for his best friend. Gasping your head whips around to see Ryis. He stood there, one of his brows raised as he hears March. But he was standing there in his very nice orange shirt, his black v-neck clinging to him. God, was it possible to be that pretty? Surely it had to be illegal. He shouldn’t get the stand there with his pretty face and not let you kiss him.

You felt the way your heart kickstarted in your chest as you took him in from across the bar. He had high cheekbones, and a perfectly straight nose that complimented the rest of his face so perfectly. Beautiful brown eyes that had the most luscious lashes you had ever seen. Boys really did get graced by the god of eyelashes huh?

In your admiration of Ryis, you had barely noticed how March got up to get to him first. You pouted, you wanted his attention. You wanted to touch Ryis, and be snuggled in those perfectly toned arms of his. “Hey-“ You huffs, stumbling over as you try to beat March to him.

He chuckles at the state of you. “Hi, Y/N.” He says giving you an easy smile. God you loved that smile, it was always so bright- like the sun. He was like the sun, warm, happy, inviting. You could be icarus and fly too close then thank him when you fell. And you weren’t someone who fixated on teeth- but his teeth were so perfect! How could one man be so perfect! March wraps an arm around his shoulders, to which you pout. You wanted to touch him.

“Hi.” You breathe once close enough. “I’m drunk.” You explain, as if the way your cheeks had flushed had made it less obvious. Ryis nods, smiling even softer at you. He was such a good boy.

Ryis nods solemnly finally as he responds, “I can see that. Let’s get you to sit down huh?” He suggests but it’s less of a suggestion and more of a request. Leading you and March back your seats. You couldn’t focus on anything besides the way his hand felt guiding you back to your seat. You needed to hold his hand or you’d die. This was needed. Right now. “What are we celebrating?”

“Y/N, finished the general store!” March boasts for you. Happily throwing his body into the bar to flag down Hemlock. You turn to Ryis and give a nod, ignoring how the room moves with your head.

Ryis’s eyes widen, “You did really? That’s awesome!” He praises, patting your back. Oh. You needed more physical touch right now. “No wonder you’re celebrating!”

You can’t help but let out a giggle, swinging on your chair to cup his cheeks. You had enough of hiding your growing feelings for the carpenter. And so before you could think about it your expression grows shockingly serious. “Why are you so cute?” You say. “It’s not fair, and I think you should kiss me about it. Or at the very least hold my hand. I mean- you are just-“ You squeeze his perfect little cheeks. “So good.”

Ryis blinks, before shaking his head and taking your hands. You did catch how his cheeks had gotten hotter like he’d eaten a pepper. Did that make sense? You hoped that made sense. “How about I ‘kiss you about it’ when you’re sober?” He offers, slowly interlacing your fingers. Watching your drunken brain try and slowly process the words, and process the fact you were holding hands now.

You give a definitive nod. “Yes! I think we have a deal.” You shove your hand at him, with his own. Causing you to blink before you let go and hold up your hand again which he gladly accepts. “Hemlock! Ryis needs a shot!” You call, leaning back in your seat with a happy little squeal.

He lets out a heavy sigh, but he can’t wipe the smile from his face. He was in for a long night, but it was worth it if he got to kiss you tomorrow.

Bonus:

Your head was pounding, and you needed to remind yourself why you should never, ever, drink again. With a groan, you get up to find a note on your bed side table. ’Y/N, here’s aspirin and water. Make sure you stop by so I can kiss you about your accomplishment.

- Ryis.’

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed! It’s a little shorter than I would have liked, but nevertheless.

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the sleeping dragon

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they are everything to me........

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Olric you have my utmost respect and admiration as you fight for your LIFE in the 'trying to help my brother make friends' olympics

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pretty boy

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guy who is so mean