#ryis x farmer

[atlasvoidx]

✨️ Every Bachelor / Bachelorette's Shooting Star Festival Event! ✨️

I made a video with everyone's cut scenes + additional dialogue for the new event in the latest Fields of Mistria update! Timestamps included :3

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Included in the video:

Asking them out to the Festival

Full Festival Cutscene

Dialogue the day after

Dialogue the day after if you stand them up/skip out

If you go to the festival alone

Rejection dialogue (At the VERY end of the video)

I plan to make a new updated video should they release a future update which changes the Festival in anyway. It's in early access to some things are bound to be changed before official launch.

[tatatasoma]

[spacetravels]

beach date

[fieldsofwriting]

Shut up and let me help you!

Summary: Reader is sick, and March tries to help you out…but it does not go well.

Warnings: None!

It was truly just a cold. One that left you cooped up in bed all day shivering and sweating at the same time. Your nose was red and raw, stuffy and runny; it felt like your head would explode with all the pressure. Your limbs were achy and sore. All you wanted was to be in bed and sleeping it away. It was just a cold, but god you felt miserable.

Besides that? You were a farmer. You couldn’t stop watering your crops- lest you want to have no money for the next week. You couldn’t refuse to refill your chickens feed. The cows still needed to be milked. So despite the ache deep within your bones, you got up and got dressed. Making your way out of the farmhouse to water your crops, which felt like it too even longer than before due to your cold. Then you trudged over to your chickens, letting them outside and giving them all pets and feeding them. Same to the cows, adding the bonus step of milking them. When did that leave you breathless? You wanted to curl back up in bed, but you couldn’t. You needed more seeds. So, off to the general store you went.

What you were expecting though was to stand, only to get so light headed you nearly buckled under the weight of your body. But a pair of strong arms caught you just under your arms. “Jesus, Y/N you looks awful.” March’s voice rings out. His tone laced with disappointment. You frown a little, you thought you were past his disappointment voice.

When you finally got your footing back, you blinked slowly. “March…? What are you doing here?” You asked, your voice scratchy. Putting a hand on your throat you frowned- Great. Another symptom.

March’s frown deepens. “You were late. You always come up at lunch and eat with me. You weren’t there.” Your eyes widen, quickly looking at your phone to see it was well past noon. “If you’re sick, you shouldn’t be farming.” He continues, crossing his arms as he scans you over for anymore ailments.

“I’m fine. I’m fine.” You dismiss, only for it to turn into a coughing fit. March firmly patting your back to help you through it. “I’m fine.” You croak out.

“Bullshit.” He grumbles, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder. Almost immediately you melt into the warmth of his skin, wanting to curl up in his arms and sleep it all away. He brings you inside and sets you on the bed. Kneeling down and helping to take off your shoes, “Can you get into your pajamas okay?”

You manage a nod. Getting up and quickly throwing them back on. March doesn’t let you protest before he drapes a blanket around your shoulders and gets you tucked into bed. “What needs to be done?” He asks softly, for him at least.

“I need to replant my seeds.” You sigh, “And then water those ones. I also need to clear an area for my orchard. And call in the chickens and cows tonight.” You tell him, trying to sit up to protest him helping. But his gently pushes you down.

“Don’t insult me. I can chop wood and break rocks. And how hard could be planting seeds be? I’ve got this, you just rest.” He tells you, his voice is surprisingly gentle but still stern as he speaks. He tucks you back in, pressing a kiss to your head before he frowns. He’d have to stop Valen and see if she knew how to get your fever down.

After a few more minutes of him assuring you that your farm would survive him. He was off, going up. and getting the seeds from Nora. Who was surprised nonetheless.

“March? Buying…seeds?” She asks with a raised eyebrow as she looks at the piles he’d place on the counter. He followed your list to a tee. Every single seed accounted for.

He looks away, scoffing a little. “Yeah. Y/N’s sick. They’ve got a cold.” He grumbles out. “Idiot was trying to farm.”

Nora gasps, “Oh no! Here.” She leaves the counter for a second before she comes back and sets down a bottle of cold medicine and honey. “Put some of the medicine on a spoon, add a couple drops of honey. It should help.”

March blinks at the kindness, but nodded and gathered everything up after paying. “Thanks Nora.” He nods before stepping out, he looks over at the Inn. Frowning, he couldn’t believe he was doing this. He walked into the Inn to be greeted by Hemlock.

“March! Hey I was wondering when you’d stop in.” He grins.

“I don’t have time to talk.” March says quickly,

“Y/N’s sick…is there anyway I can take some soup to go?”

Hemlocks eyes widen, “For sure. Hang tight for a second.” He says as he rushes off. March waits impatiently, tapping his foot. He was loosing daylight quick and he still needed to do so much…is this why you were always running around? Fuck. He’d have to help you out more often so you didn’t work yourself sick.

Hemlock returns with a large container of soup. “Here, it’s on us for all they do.” He nods, “Tell her to get better.” March blinks again, shocked by the kindness on display. This whole town really did love you, huh.

March nods in thanks and makes his way back to the farm. Dropping the seeds outside your fenced in crops, and carefully bringing in the soup and medicine. But he stops for a second, you’re sleeping so peacefully. He couldn’t wake you and ask you anything… He sighed heavily. Putting everything away inside and moving to your side to feel if your fever has subsided.

It didn’t. And he frowned. Layering another blanket over you in hopes it would make you sweat it out.

Moving outside, he sighed. It was already almost evening. But he rolled up his sleeves and got to work. Grabbing the hoe he gave you, starting to till the soil like he’s seen you do a hundred times. It was harder than he gave you credit for. Not that he’d ever tell you. But once it was done, albeit sloppily. He got down and started to scatter the seeds. Did he need to…plant them more? Was that a thing? He remembers Celine once saying to use your pinky…no way you did that to every seed…

But he does it. Kneeling down and painstakingly pressing each one in. Only to hear a laugh, his head snaps up to see you standing in the doorway. Blanket wrapped around you, “Are you pressing all the seeds in?”

He goes red. “N-no!” He lies. Like a liar. “What are you doing up! You’re sick get back in bed!” He commands, standing and brushing his hands on his apron. Trying to shoo you back inside. You’re laughter filling the air again.

“I just woke up, you worry wart.” You smile at your boyfriend. “You still need to water them. I usually do that and then sprinkle the dirt on.”

He blinks, that. made so much more sense than what he was doing. “There’s a method to my madness.” He frowns, still ushering you back to bed. “Go lay down.”

You roll your eyes, “Thank you March.” You grin.

He scoffs, but there’s a slight blush. And then he goes outside, grabbing your watering can- why was it so old?! Did you not upgrade?! He lets out a frustrated sigh. You were getting an all new set of tools when he was done here. You got scrapped up in the mines, all the time. You have him ore- you little shit. You gave him all your copper so he would like you-?!

He is so gonna- a low moo catches his attention. He’s looking over at your Cow now who is staring at him. “…what?”

“Mooooooo.”

“…Mooo?” He says back confused. He quickly finishes watering your crops before leaning on the fence to look at the cow. “What.”

“Moooooo.”

He blinks, fuck. Trying to figure out what a cow wants is going to be hard. “Uh, okay.” He hops over the fence and looks around. “Here, food.” He says walking into the barn and offering a hand of feed. But the cow just huffs. “What? you eat out of Y/N’s hand all the time.” He huffs more when the cow fully turns and ignores him. “You fuckin-“ He grumbles. “Well if you’re gonna be an asshole go inside.” He moves to ring the bell but the cows merely just look at him. He points, “Inside. Go.” He tries to usher them in.

The cows do not move. March groans, “You stupid-“ He’s interrupted by the bell ringing again. His head whips around and sees you ringing it. “Y/N!” He frowns, “What part of fucking relax do you not understand?”

“You were struggling.” You shrugs, “Besides I ate some soup. I feel better now.” You smile and nod at him.

March squints, picking you up just under your bottom. Carrying you like nothing over to the chicken coop and letting you ring the bell as the run in. Then he once again deposits you into bed. “You need better equipment, and I swear to god if you run around like a madman because you’re busy out here I’m gonna personally come farm with you.”

You laugh, “Got it. I’ll go to the mines-“

“No. Shut up I still have all that fuckin ore you gave me. You’re getting new shit. Now lay down.” He gently pushes you back into bed. “Sleep. Be better I don’t wanna farm in the morning.”

You feel a smirk. “Too much work for you?”

“…Shut up.” You let out a loud laugh, pulling him down into bed with you as you snuggle in.

“Thank you March.” You smile kissing his cheek. He sighs, his cheeks flushing as he wraps an arm around you.

“…don’t mention it.”

A/N: I know it wasn’t exactly chaotic but I still hope you enjoyed it!

[inc0gnitoo]

GUYS..

fields of mistria.

…

post requests rn. i love this man so much.

[hyacinthleaves]

i'm desperate for more caldarus and ryis stuff, super excited to see you write for both! could i request maybe some general dating headcanons for those two!? (separate/not poly!) maybe how they would react to having a touch-starved/easily flustered/shy partner?

Caldarus:

Since I cannot predict the future, we're just gonna go with the statue version

He would feel SO BAD because he can't really physically touch you

I mean you could attempt to hug his statue but even that would receive a somewhat negative response from him

Not because he doesn't like it but because he can't do anything

I think the first time he flustered you was by accident but he thought it was really amusing so he kept doing it

Like the first time it happened was probably due to what seemed like a simple compliment to him but a deeper one to you and you took it to heart

Anyway back to the main topic, I feel like there isn't much you can do

You can't bring him anywhere, and how can you explain that you're talking to a statue?

So most of the time all the bonding you have is you gossiping to him about the town folk

I can see him initially being a quiet listener to the point of it seeming like he doesn't care

But you can tell he does when he brings up the topic days later in an attempt to start a conversation

You'd have to explain certain things to him because yk...era differences and such

But he really does appreciate the time you take out of your day to talk to him. I mean, depending on how you cleared the area around his statue, he sees how hard you work everyday, so the fact that you stop to talk to him means a lot

Please decorate the area around his statue. He'll be kinda nonchalant as usual because really what does that do for him, but he really does appreciate it, even if those exact words aren't said

Honestly he's genuinely so confused on why you haven't left him for one of the townsfolk

Not because he has a low self esteem, but due to his current state

Since he really doesn't understand it, it'll always be at the back of his mind

Honestly solid 9/10 bf despite his state (I'm so biased)

Ryis:

You guys are THE couple

Well obviously but you two are the type of people that old people look at and laugh under their breath to just say "young love ☺️" like this is almost movie-like

I feel like in terms of love languages, acts of service is gonna be a big thing, and words of affirmation as well

Both of you are busy but there is a noticeable change in how much time he takes out of his day to talk to you

Always remembers important dates. Like it's highly likely that you're the one forgetting important dates instead of him

He's an amazing communicator too. If you're struggling to tell him something that he did that bothered you, he's already apologized for it, boom.

I don't think it's often that you two get into arguments

Not because he's nonconfrontational, but because he's really easy to make compromises with, he's not stubborn at all when it comes to you

The "mama y papa" audio went into my head and that's probably what it feels like when anyone is stuck with you two. Literally the parent couple

It probably gets to a point where people forget that there was a time where you two weren't together

I feel like once you get flustered, he gets flustered because he thinks about what he said that made you react that way and he's like oh.

I can't see him being super touchy but I don't think he would mind you clinging onto him anyway

I don't even think he would notice until someone mentions it

Usually he has a hand on you anyway. Your waist, your shoulder, your hands, your back, your thigh (if he doesn't get too flustered in the moment) literally damn near anywhere

He's literally almost perfect I cannot think of a problem besides him being busy, 9/10

[atoltia]

Just lean on me

March is grumpily affectionate when sick. Somehow it became the farmer's problem.

Warnings: swearing, panic attack

-0-

Things were going so well.

The mountain of orders were done, all of the ore he outsourced was paid for, and all of the paperwork was filed in record time. It was all perfect, first of all, since that was the base standard that he required.

If it wasn't perfect, it was garbage.

He would have continued his other projects, ones that he started weeks ago, that would be sold in the shop or handed over to Balor to sell. He's had an idea for a particular design of shield for a while now, and only started on it some time ago after seeing some of the illustrations from a book the Eiland lent him. With some modifications, of course.

It would have been nice. It would have been magnificent. It could have been the first of his next armor line and possibly win him another award. It would have been glorious.

If only he didn't get fucking sick.

-0-

Nine-thirty-two in the morning and he was still in bed.

His body was sore, bruised in places he didn't know had the capability to be bruised, and was set aflame as if he was still standing beside the very forge that was essential to his livelihood.

His throat was parched, he couldn't move, and there was no one else in the shop since Olric travelled two towns over since they've gotten a lead that someone was offering up perfect silver ore for trade. March didn't know when Olric would be back.

If this was the way the universe decided he would die, he would be extremely annoyed.

But nothing would happen if he just laid around in bed. If he was gonna die, might as well be doing something productive.

With considerable effort, he swung his legs towards the side of the bed before his head exploded into a mass of lights and stars, his hands flailing until it found purchase on his bedframe to keep him from completely falling.

His arms burned, his breathing was akin to inhaling broken glass, his entire body was shaking like a leaf, and his brain was pounding like his hammer to the anvil.

His heart lurched as panic gripped him like a vice, eyes darting for some semblance of stability and the entirety of his room spun and blurred. He couldn't breathe, couldn't breathe, couldn't fucking breathe-

"Hey now." Cool, blissfully cool hands gripped his arm, hauling him from his position on the floor back onto his bed. With every labored breath he inhaled a bit of sweetness, a light, floral scent alongside the hints of sweat and sun. March blinked his eyes as he tried to focus on the person handling him at that moment.

"I've got you," her gentle voice whispered as she lifted him up, her smaller, calloused hands rubbing his back as she encouraged him to calm down.

"I've got you, March. Look at me?" She watched him blink at her, those dark, proud eyes now dulled and struggling to even focus on her.

It hurt her heart.

With a gentle nudge, she cupped his chin and had him focus on her, her other hand rubbing light circles on his back in an attempt to calm him down. "Breathe with me, March, okay?"

"Sandra?"

"Yeah, it's me. Focus on me, okay? Breathe-" she watched him closely as she inhaled, long and deep, encouraging him as he struggled to do the same.

"Can't-"

"You can," she coaxed, making sure to keep her voice modulated. "Again, with me?" And she inhaled through her nose, held, slowly exhaled through her mouth. Repeated until he was following her to the best of his capabilities. It took them several tries, many agonizing minutes, but finally March was able to breathe a bit more easily.

It was quiet for a while with only the sounds of their breathing in the room. Sandra could feel the exhaustion emanating from him in waves as she let him lean against her shoulder, frowning when a shudder or two rippled along his back.

It scared her, she admitted. To hear the crash when she entered the shop, see him on the floor, eyes wide and darting around looking for anything familiar. Trembling, in the time that she's spent here in Mistria, Sandra never imagined that she'd ever see him trembling. Never even thought of it as possible.

But here she was, holding him during this fine, spring morning as he was burning up like a flame.

It rattled her when she touched him, the way his skin scorched her hand when she got him up. She imagined it only got this hot when he was right next to the forge. This wasn't normal.

"W-" he coughed into her shoulder, making her continue her ministrations as she folded him into herself. "-water?"

"Okay." Fuck. She didn't want to leave him in this state. But she had to. "I'm gonna settle you back down, okay? I'm gonna get you some water."

But he held on, his grip on her only tightening when she tried to move him back. "March, please? I'm going to get you some water." And a doctor.

He grunted, loosening his grip as she once again pushed him back to bed.

"Make sure you breathe as I showed you when it gets difficult, okay?" She took the grunt as an affirmative before giving him another long glance and headed out his bedroom.

It wasn't difficult to navigate the shop as she's been here several times before. She gathered drinking water quickly, before grabbing some towels and another bowl of water. Sandra knew she had to rush, but she needed to cool him off first before she headed out to get the doctor.

March laid still besides for the steady rise and fall of his chest. He could barely make out the shapes inside the room, blinking hard to try to get them to focus, and yet that floral scent was present in his nose.

When the door opened, he tried his best to tilt his head, frowning as he watched Sandra whisk in with a glass of water and a bowl.

She didn't speak as she busied herself beside him. The woman was quiet with her steps. If he hadn't seen her come in, he might've been unaware that she was there in the first place.

"March." He blinked, startled when her face moved into his view. She wore her black hair loose today, judging from the way it tumbled down her shoulders.

He felt her hand on his back again, gently lifting him up, up, until he was in a sitting position.

"Can you drink this by yourself?"

He watched the glass in her hands, grumbled before weakly trying to get at it. She breathed out when he fumbled, keeping firm on her hold on the glass to keep it from spilling. "Come here."

Slowly, she tipped the glass to his lips without so much as a protest. She tried not to think about how his lack of reaction displeased her so much.

"More."

"Alright."

March ended up finishing the entire glass, which impressed her, before trying to settle back into bed. She kept her grip on him before he managed to.

"I need to cool you off, March," she said as she sat on the side of the bed. "I'm going to take off your shirt, okay?"

If anything was to go by, the scoff that he let out just gave her the reassurance that he'll be okay.

Still, he grumbled at her, still a bit delirious from the fever. "If you want to get me naked so much, you should have just said so."

The laugh was almost music to his ears, a low tinkling of chimes being blown by the breeze. He blinked enough to see the amusement twinkle in her eye as she gingerly slid his drenched shirt off of his body.

"Let's put a pin on that for next time, yeah?"

More grumbling, more snarling, even though the coolness of the damp cloth over his skin was complete and utter bliss.

He watched her as she ran the towel over his skin, those cold, winter blue eyes locked in focus. And yet the rest of her face was warm, inviting even. There was a smile on her lips, a gentleness to her touch as she cleaned him, ridding him of the sweat that covered him from the heat.

He realized he wasn't even completely listening to her.

She knew he wasn't listening to her. She's familiarized herself with many of his expressions that she was aware of the moment he lost his concentration. And yet she still spoke to him just to keep the quiet at bay.

"-and I'm going to get Valen in a bit."

"No."

"Yes."

"Absolutely not."

"I absolutely will."

"I'll keep you from getting her."

"I'd like to see you try."

March snorted as he pushed his weight up - with considerable effort - before taking her arms and using the rest of his weight to topple her onto the bed.

It wasn't as if it was a hard push. But Sandra didn't want to potentially hurt him by pushing him back.

Sandra sighed from her position under him, looking up as his shaking arms caged her from both sides. She tapped his chest.

"March," she chided. "As much as I would love to have an attractive, shirtless man on top of me on such a fine summer day, I'd much rather we get you checked by a doctor first, yeah?"

"No."

"March."

He bit back a cough, masked it as a snarl, as he let himself collapse on her, biting back a curse as it winded him out more than he anticipated.

Sandra rolled her eyes, patted his back. "Off."

"No."

"Come on, March."

He responded by pressing closer to the warmth of her chest, just right over where her heart was. "Your heartbeat's picking up."

She chuckled, giving up for the moment. "I think that's understandable, given the circumstance."

"You think I'm attractive?"

Sandra blew air out from her nose, suppressing a laugh, as she rubbed his back. "I think you're cute, at least."

He grumbled. "You said I was attractive."

"Did I now?"

"You did."

"I can't seem to remember."

"Sandra."

"March?"

He gave up, grumbling even further into the cloth of her shirt.

They stayed quiet for a while, listening to the hustle and bustle outside his window, the hand that was rubbing the man's back now carding through his hair. It needed a clean, though she knew that March was often at the bathhouse so this was most likely due to the sweat that covered him through the night. She remembered them having a bath inside the shop's bathroom, and while it wasn't Juniper's restorative water, it will have to do.

Sandra patted his back, nudged him along. "I need to get Valen now, March."

March snarled, burying his face deeper into her chest. "Fuck. Off."

She rolled her eyes. "I can't actually fuck off when you're holding me tight like this, come on now March."

It took her a bit more effort, with her trying to pry off his still rather strong arms around her waist, to convincing him to go back to bed while she makes a run to town.

-0-

He was asleep when she came back with Valen. The sheets were in disarray, his shirt was tossed to the ground, and his blanket barely covered his chest.

In two strides she was at his bedside, one hand immediately reaching to touch his forehead. Sandra pursed her lips as she looked to Valen and shook her head as he stirred.

It intrigued her, Valen admitted, to see the way Sandra soothed the man as he woke up disgruntled. It intrigued the doctor more when the redhead just mumbled as she got him up before pressing his head to her shoulder.

"He's grumpy."

"I can see that." Valen chuckled as she moved in, pulling in the chair that was askew from the other side of the room. "March," she said in a soft yet firm tone. "I need to check you, okay?"

A grunt, followed by him pressing his eyes into Sandra's clavicle. "No."

"March," Sandra clicked his tongue, nudged him off. "The sooner we can get this done, the sooner you'll get back to the forge."

"The forge is just outside my bedroom, dumbass."

"Can't even lift a hammer now, can you March?"

They glared at each other for a moment. Valen was thoroughly amused.

Eventually they managed to wrangle him enough for Valen to check him over, with the whole ordeal exhausting their sickly blacksmith to the point of sleep.

"Seems to be a standard fever," Valen started as she wrote into her chart. "But you said he was having difficulty breathing earlier?"

"Yes."

"Hm, I'd hate to say pneumonia at this stage. It could also be he had a panic attack when he fell. We'd have a better chance at knowing conclusively if we get him to the clinic."

Sandra's brows furrowed, but the rest of her expression stayed cold. "He wouldn't be pleased with that."

"Most definitely not."

Sandra looked to Valen, and the doctor could see the worry seep from those dark blue eyes. "I admit I'd much rather he stayed here and be comfortable. It's selfish-" she cut in before Valen could say a word. "I know but I don't want him to panic like that again."

Valen hummed, looking at her and then at March who was still asleep. "Alright. But he'd be needing round the clock care and I couldn't leave the clinic for long."

"I understand." Sandra already made the decision to stay the night, anyway. "I need to get some things in order first, though."

"Alright, I can stay for a while."

And with that, Sandra hurried back to the farm, got herself cleaned up and pack a few extra sets of clothes, some food, her ledger, and a sketchpad.

It took a bit more finagling but she managed to wrangle her animals into Hayden's care for the time being, even with Henrietta's displeased clucks. Hayden also offered to care for her crops while she took care of the town blacksmith, which she graciously accepted.

It was just after lunch when she managed to get back. A little later than she wanted, but she was here.

Valen left a few minutes after the farmer came back, making sure to brief her on the medicine that he should be taking and what times, the things that he should be able to eat.

March was still asleep, and it gave her enough time to tidy up the place. She knew that he and his brother had a system, and knew full well he can get bitchy if his tools were out of place. So she did her best to clean all the while placing things back to where she found them.

He didn't know what time he woke up.

There was barely any light outside his window, except for the slight glow of the streetlamps. It was evening, then. He was out for a while.

March looked around the room, he could focus and see a bit easier now. His body still ached, still hot even to his touch. His throat still raw from all the coughing he did in his sleep.

He wondered if he was alone. There was no sound around him, none that he could hear, anyway. But her coat was at the foot of his bed. A rather hefty bag sat on one of his chairs. She was staying, he supposed.

"March."

He looked up, saw her standing by his door holding a steaming bowl of... something. But it smelled delicious.

There was relief in her face when she saw him, those lidded eyes twinkling with amusement as she watched him try to sit up to no avail.

"Come here." She helped him up, propped him to a more stable position with another pillow that she got from another room. It was still early in the evening, and she was just about to wake him for supper, so to see him awake and stubbornly trying to get up by himself was a welcome surprise. "Can you eat by yourself?"

He answered with another grunt, something that he liked to do while sick, it seemed. Making sure she set the bowl on another pillow, she turned to his drawers. "You're gonna have to take a bath after this, can do you that by yourself?"

March stared at her, a spoon on his mouth, before shrugging.

"Alright, then."

So he ate as she busied herself around his room again, taking out a clean set of clothes from his dresser. He didn't know why the sight of her being so comfortable around his space appealed to him, but he wasn't gonna mention it now. Not to her.

They staggered to the bathroom, with her tightly holding on to him as he had his arms slung over her shoulders. It pissed him off that he still couldn't walk well, it pissed him off that he had to depend on her for something as basic and mundane as eating and taking a bath. It pissed it off him that he even had to depend on her at all.

But here she was, spending her time taking care of him instead of tending to her own business, which he knew was a magnitude more than the average citizen. And she was doing it without complaint, doing it without reservation, doing it without payment.

It baffled him.

Even when she helped him into the tub already filled with warm water, she didn't fuss. Especially when he was already embarrassed enough that he had to strip into the nude while she was with him in the bathroom. She had the decency to look away, and he appreciated that, but it was still pretty awkward to do in the presence of someone he just met a little over five months ago.

"I'm gonna keep the door open, so just call me if you need anything, okay?" She offered a smile as she stood by the door. "Don't worry. I've locked the front door. Don't drown or I'll be mad at you."

So she left him to his devices in the tub. He didn't know what she did, but the water smelled lightly floral, lightly medicinal, and somehow he could feel the aches just... dissipate.

March groaned, leaning back to submerge his body more into the water, just letting the bliss of it seep into his body, deep into his bones. He closed his eyes, hummed and just said: "fuck."

What the fuck did he get himself into? How the hell did he get so far into illness that he had to rely on her of all people? And still the feeling of her warmth in his arms flitted through his mind, the scent of her unrelentingly devouring everything inside of him.

It didn't make sense, she didn't make sense.

Why was she even doing this?

He didn't know what to do, didn't know what the fuck to do.

"March?"

He blinked, frowned at her. "I'm bathing."

"You're sitting in the bath. There's a difference."

He hissed when she crossed the threshold, striding towards the counter with bottles and tubes, watched her hand him one.

"Wash."

The glare that he gave her was weak, he knew that, but he took the tube, lathered himself clean. He didn't bother to think about the way she took another bottle and started cleaning his hair.

Her fingers were long, gentle as she scrubbed his hair, her short nails scratching wonderfully at his scalp.

He thought he was gonna faint.

"You okay?"

"M'fine."

"Rinse."

He rolled his eyes but complied, taking his time mostly to make sure she leaves him the hell alone in the bath.

It took longer than he wanted, but he was done. He was clean and clothed and wouldn't have to face the mortification of her possibly seeing him naked again. That alone was enough of a reward.

He managed to walk out the bathroom, into the main shop. It only took him a few steps to feel his legs buckle as the wind got knocked out of him again.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa." Strong, yet different hands got him up. Familiar still, but different from the ones that was handling him since morning. "Chill out, bud. I've got you."

"Ry?"

"Yep."

The face of his friend came into view, and while there was glee there, a surge of disappointment ebbed through him, pissing him off all the more. "Did she leave already?"

Ryis raised a brow before he grinned. "Nope. She is tossing your room top to bottom, though."

"God's above."

Ryis helped him onto his stool, gave him a glass of cool water and medicine that Sandra set down there minutes after he arrived. March was panting as he slumped his head onto his work table. He clicked his tongue as he grabbed a towel. "Your hair's still wet, dude."

A frustrated groan came from him, but March took the towel from his friend's hand before forcefully scrubbing his hair, forming it into a mess of spikes.

"Stop that before your brain rattles too much."

He glared as Sandra stepped out from his bedroom, bedsheets and covers in hand. March watched her smile at Ryis, handed the dirtied sheets to the man as she made her way towards him.

"Did Ryis make you drink your medicine."

"Don't patronize me."

"But did he?"

"Yes."

She bypassed his glare as she looked him over. Sandra was more amused at his reaction more than anything, and she knew that he was fully aware of that.

"Alright, let's get you up."

She hefted him up, lightly stumbling back when he lost his balance and fumbled into her. It took both her and Ryis to swiftly get him back to the bedroom. The problem now, however, was that March refused to let her go.

"March, bed."

"No."

"March."

"You're warm."

Sandra sighed dramatically, smiling at him then at Ryis, who was curiously watching them from the door. She carded his mussed hair with her fingers, noted the color of his roots showing. "Your hair is getting longer."

"Hn."

"Gonna have to get Vera to look you over this weekend. But first, you need to sleep."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Don't make me shove you under the covers, March. You know I can."

More grumbling, more coaxing, but finally he relented and collapsed into bed.

"He's docile with you."

She raised a brow at Ryis, who brought over a cup of coffee once they've made sure March was asleep. "If you call that docile, I'm gonna eat a copper ingot."

He laughed, soft and sweet, as he sat down on the other chair beside the bed. "You really should see him with his brother when he's sick. Man's a menace."

She grinned at the image as she folded her arms, crossed her legs as she got comfortable on the seat. "I'd pay to see that, honestly."

"You're good to him." The expression on Ryis' face was soft, a gentle expression that she couldn't quite place. "I'm glad. Most people would have turned away from him from the get go."

A shrug. "I don't really take the sort of thing personally. Got used to it growing up."

There was something there, something more. But Ryis knew that pushing things that were personal wasn't the best of ideas. He was friends with March, after all.

So he let it go.

They sat in silence for a while, just watching March. A few more people dropped by. Reina with more food, Adeline and Eiland checking in, doctor Valen asking for an update and giving March another once over. Even Juniper stopped by with Dozy.

Ryis left a little later so she was left alone with March.

His temperature has gone down considerably after the bath, thank goodness. Whatever medicine Valen said to add to the water did its job, apparently.

Sandra wondered how her farm was faring as she made herself as cozy as possible on the armchair beside the bed. She had to trust Hayden to be able to manage it, and Celine offered to check on her crops when the blonde dropped by that afternoon.

She didn't realize she's nodded off late into the night. Didn't he saw he had awoken. But that was fine. He could do with a few hours without her fussing over him.

She was still when she slept. March couldn't imagine how comfortable sleeping on that chair could be, but she seemed to be fine with it, though she'll probably have a bitch of a stiff neck tomorrow.

The sharp throngs that bombarded his head that morning was now reduced to small throbs. The fog that clouded his brain was gone, and the aches was almost nonexistent.

He remembered the things he did, remembered how he was all over her in his delirium, how soft her hair was when it tickled his face, how her touched glided over his skin, at how much even in his sleep he yearned for her scent, the way her voice all but lilted his name in a way nobody said it before in his life. All of that did not at all please him at all.

And still he kept watching her sleep, watched the way she slowly breathed in, out, in out. It calmed him enough to slowly lull him back to sleep. Until her breath hitched.

Fingers clutched the blanket she had, her calm face contorting into distress. Her breathing shallowed and small whimpers huffed out of her mouth.

It startled him to see her like that, enough so that he pushed himself to sit up, pushed himself to stabilize himself.

"Sandra." His voice was almost a whisper as he didn't want to distress her even further. "Sandra, wake up." He nudged her foot, one, two, four times, as he said her name. Kept saying it. "Sandra-"

She jolted awake, eyes wide and a little crazed. "I'm fine, I'm fine-" There was a heave to her breath, a tremble to her hands as she focused those blue eyes on him.

"Breathe." He took her hand as he held her eyes as he breathed in the way the she showed him hours prior. "Breathe with me, Sandra."

And she did. She calmed down far quicker than he expected, as if she was already used to something like this.

"You okay?"

"Yeah." Her eyes were closed, but still she forced a smile as she nudged him back to bed. "I'm sorry for waking you. You need more sleep."

There was something in her eyes that told him not to argue any further, so he just grumbled but assented.

Sleep took over him as quickly as his head hit the pillow.

-0-

It was the banging of a hammer to the anvil that woke her up.

Sandra bolted out of the chair, looking around and swore in frustration when March wasn't in the bed. She opened the window and glared.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

He merely flitted her a glance before turning back to the forge. "Working."

"March I swear to the gods that if you collapse again-"

"I won't," he hissed. He set the hammer down and crossed to the window, rolling his eyes at her as he leaned against the windowsill. "Whatever the hell that medicine was made me good as new." And her fussing but he didn't dare tell her that.

She actually snarled. "Come back to bed. Now."

He smirked, leaned up to her face. "Gee, if you want to sleep with me that bad, you could've said so last night."

Her eyes flashed, not with anger but with amusement which she knows he saw judging from his widening smirk, but she kept it up. "Come back here before I make you."

"Fine, fine."

And the bickering commenced, much to the amusement of Elsie that saw the entire thing from her place at the fountain.

-0-

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[lilbeetlebean]

Even the locals are a little confused by the local farmer and blacksmiths drunken antics.

[marchofmistria]

Hey I saw your requests were open and wanted to ask you if you could a do how would the bachelor's react to reader's/farmer's fuck ass haircut? I just cut my own bangs and it's all crooked and need some comfort 🥺

Hey I'm so sorry this has been in my inbox for so long!! Thank you very much for sending, this was so funny to think about. Hope your bangs have grown out since :') 

March

You already know March would be brutal. He's not good at expressing himself and, especially before you're an actual couple and he starts to put effort into not hurting your feelings, he wouldn't think twice about insulting your haircut.

If you came up to him after ruining your hair, he wouldn't be able to hide his confused scowl and ask "what did you do to your hair?" 

If you find it funny and laugh, he'll probably laugh as well and continue teasing you. He'd probably say something like, you shouldn't be allowed to smelt hot metal if you can't even cut your bangs correctly. 

He would laugh if you met him where he was and teased him back, especially about how he can't dye his own hair so he shouldn't be talking. 

If you had a different reaction, however, and got upset or embarrassed and walked away, he'd probably reflect on how you were likely feeling pretty self-conscious and realize that was a low blow.

He'd apologize next time he saw you, rolling his eyes and attempting to fix his comment a bit by saying "at least hair grows back." 

Ryis

Ryis would probably notice it right away. He pays close attention to you, and he can likely tell you're feeling self-conscious. 

He'd try to preserve your feelings the best he could. He'd ask about it lightly and casually. "Hey Y/N, did you get a new haircut? I like it."

You'd definitely blush and get super embarrassed, saying that you know the haircut sucks. Even though Ryis might secretly agree that it's not exactly the best look, he definitely would not agree to you putting yourself down like that. 

"What are you talking about, it's fine! You always look nice, so your haircut doesn't really matter, anyways."

If you're truly upset about it, he'd continue to reassure you and tell you that you look beautiful regardless. But thankfully hair does grow back if you truly don't like it!

He'll continue to compliment you as it grows back so you don't doubt whether he still finds you attractive. 

Eiland

Eiland is a sweetheart and would try to calm you down if you were upset about the haircut you gave yourself. A lot of reassurance about your beauty and his love for you regardless. 

He'd probably start telling you some interesting facts about historical hairstyles of Aldaria or something, as a way to distract you. You may or may not find it annoying in the moment. 

If you're still feeling unhappy, he'd offer to pay to get your hair fixed by Vera or some other expensive hairstylist in the Capital. 

He'd continue to attempt to reassure you that you look very pretty regardless and this sort of thing happened to everyone! In fact, he read on an Alda-period stone tablet that a woman once cut her own hair and....

Balor

It's rare that Balor loses his cool charm, but you see it waver in his face for a moment when you first see each other after the haircut. 

He'd try to deny it and turn the charm all the way up to compensate, telling you that you look absolutely radiant today (even though you look beautiful every day!). You'd see through it right away and call him out on it. 

He may try to deny it at first, but eventually agrees that it's not the best haircut. He does emphasize, however, that even something like a bad haircut couldn't detract from your beauty at all and you do still look lovely.

He'd hold back a bit of a laugh when you give him a blank stare from behind your crooked bangs, though. 

He just happens to generously gift you a set of beautiful gold hairpins from the Capital. Perfect timing. He'll tell you the hairpins compliment your eyes very well once he's no longer distracted by the funny-looking fringe. 

Hayden

Hayden wouldn't even notice honestly. He always thinks you look beautiful and wouldn't sweat small details like that. 

If you came to him and showed him how you messed up your hair, he'd probably laugh and tell you not to think anything of it!

"I cut my own hair all the time, Y/N. It's probably a mess but that's just fine by me!" He likes you however you are, with whatever you decide to do with your appearance.

If you were to tell him that you thought you looked unattractive or that you were embarrassed and didn't want anyone to look at you, he'd get genuinely upset. He truly doesn't understand how you don't see yourself as beautiful, and especially over such a small thing!

He'd continue to tell you not to pay it any mind, that hair grows back, and that no one would even notice. He genuinely thinks the latter because he wouldn't have noticed it had you not pointed it out. 

He'd lend you one of his big hats to cover your hair with while you wait for it to grow out, if you wanted. 

[yeehawbvby]

When the Moon Fell in Love With the Sun | Ch. 2

March x F!Farmer

Rating: Mature/Explicit (eventual smut)

Chapter Summary: March and the farmer get shitfaced together.

Author's Note: I had an absolute blast writing this one hehehe. Enjoy some drunk March!!

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After a long day of hammering silver, and after stopping home for a quick body rinse, some pain meds, and a less sweaty set of clothes, December headed over to the inn. 

She didn’t care much for dressing up, so her outfits tended to be more or less of the following: boots, jeans or shorts, a tank top, and unless it was summer, a jacket. Whether she was farming, mining, or going to the inn, she looked no different. The closest she got to being “trendy” in her own way was to accessorize and/or keep to a consistent palette, with a wardrobe mostly consisting of blues, blacks, whites and silvers. 

For tonight, she kept her hair in the ponytail she’d tied it into earlier; wore a black denim jacket, its back covered in patches she’d collected while traveling — be it for snowboarding, for the guild, or for leisure; a black camisole tucked into dark, ripped jeans; a silver chain, which she conjoined the belt loops on her right side with; and the same black combat boots she typically donned.

As expected, December was met past the Sleeping Dragon’s doors with the majority of the town’s residents. It wasn’t a Friday gathering, but going to the inn for soup and drinks on rainy or snowy days seemed to be the norm in Mistria. It was an unspoken tradition that she had grown fond of, and she drank in the sight of everyone having fun and hanging out while hooking her jacket up near the entrance.

Well, almost everyone. Olric and March were talking business with Eiland and Adeline, if the paperwork strewn across their table was anything to go by, so she figured she’d chill out at the bar before going to pester the brothers. 

After putting in a request with Hemlock to surprise her with something fruity, she was engulfed by two slim arms and an overwhelmingly floral scent.

“Hey!” December smiled, twisting in her seat to hug the source. She was one of her first and closest friends in town.

“I didn’t think I’d see you here!” Celine beamed back. 

She took the open seat next to December and practically asked for the same thing from Hemlock, making it a point to grab Jo and Reina’s attention and greet them too. December waved at the chefs, chuckling when they both flashed toothy smiles back at her.

Hemlock placed down the girls’ identical drinks as the interaction finished off. “Enjoy,” he winked at them before moving onto the next resident.

December sighed wistfully as she gazed into the bright blue, bubbly liquid. “He’s gonna kill me one of these days,” she muttered under her breath. 

Sure, her heart was somewhat (entirely) set on March, but it didn’t stop her from feeling immensely frazzled by the bartender. He was just so cool…

Celine giggled at the farmer’s state, but spared her a comment. She understood it completely: she’d once told December that, as kids, she would put on her fanciest dresses and have her mom braid her hair whenever Reina invited her to hang out at the inn, just because of the crush she had on their friend’s father. It lingered until her teenage years.

“Where were you today?” she asked. “I didn’t see you running around and getting stuff done like you usually do.”

When people described her that way, December imagined that they just saw her as a little dog, zipping through the streets to fetch things for treats... it wasn’t entirely wrong, she supposed.

Her beverage was just bordering on too sweet, but she liked it, and let it fully trickle down before she answered Celine. “Spent the day at the forge.”

“I’m surprised you could stand it for that long.” Celine winced while she took a sip from her own cup. After a moment of visible contemplation, she slid it towards December. “Don’t you hate it there?”

December shrugged, “Just the smithing part. The guys make it entertaining.”

“Oh, I’m sure,” Celine mused, having recently become fully knowledgeable of December’s feelings for the redhead. She wiggled her eyebrows and rested her cheek in her palm.

“Oh gods.”

“You’re not denying it.”

December rubbed the inner corners of her eyes. “Stop talking.”

“I probably have some flowers you can bring him next time…”

Embarrassed that she knew March doesn’t actually like flowers, December simply continued, “Please stop talking?”

The blonde snickered, gratefully accepting a replacement drink in the form of red wine from Hemlock. She hadn’t even ordered one yet. “He’s good,” she breathed, watching him leave. 

It was at that moment that December began to think Celine’s crush on the innkeeper hadn’t entirely gone away.

Smiling at the thought, she suggested, “The best in Aldaria, perhaps?”

“Why are you talking about me?” March asked, appearing behind them. All the seats were taken, so he simply leaned against the counter between December and Terithia, who was deep in conversation with Landen.

December groaned. “Big head.”

Celine nodded, teasing, “The biggest.”

“It’s not that big.”

“Sure, physically, but metaphorically…” December trailed off, shrugging with a shit-eating look on her face.

March nudged her with his elbow, deadpanning as the farmer grinned. She returned the gesture before turning to face Celine on her other side. 

She looked smug, like she had something to say.

December narrowed her eyes at her.

“You can take my spot, March,” Celine told the blacksmith. Her gaze stayed on December’s while she spoke, “I think I heard Juni calling me from upstairs.”

December’s mouth gaped for a moment at the blatant lie before prodding, “Oh, did she?”

Celine dodged the question with a light pat to her friend’s head. “See you later!” 

Traitor…

“I didn’t hear it,” March concurred as he swapped spots with the florist.

“Maybe your ears suck.”

“You didn’t either, smartass.”

“Yeah, whatever.” December peered down at the two drinks before her. “Want this?” she asked, sliding Celine’s abandoned one toward him.

“What is it?”

December shrugged, making a noise in place of an “I don’t know.” She took a sip before concluding, “It’s real sweet, though.”

Ignoring the urge to taste it from her lips, and silently cursing himself for even thinking about that, March took up the offer, drowning his feelings by downing the glass.

December’s mouth hung open again. “What the fuck?” she laughed, gobsmacked.

March grunted in approval. “That’s good. Oi, Hemlock,” he called out from across the bar. 

The man reappeared from somewhere beneath the counter, an empty cup in hand. “Yeah?” he responded on his way over.

“What’s this called?” he asked, snatching December’s drink — while she was going for another sip, no less — and holding it up.

Hemlock laughed at the interaction before shrugging and telling him, “Don’t know yet,” then nodded to December, “This snow angel was my test dummy.”

The snow angel silently cursed him for warming her cheeks with that nickname. March noticed it and felt a smidge of jealousy. 

“You want one?” Hemlock offered.

“Two, please.” 

“Why do y—“ December stopped her train of thought when March took a sip from her cup, glaring at her over the rim of the glass. She heard Hemlock laugh as he walked away. 

___

It took less than an hour for the pair to be plastered, with December being just as much of a lightweight as March. They’d relocated to a table — March sat at the head, with December and Ryis on one side, and Olric and Balor across from them — but kept their focus mainly on each other.

Most recently, it was in the form of an arm wrestle.

Fairly tipsy himself, Ryis began treating it far too seriously. While December stretched her hands and shoulders, she took in his pep talk from beside her. 

“I think you can— no,” he placed a hand on her shoulder, “I know you can win this.” Whether he believed it or not, he and December were both unsure, but it didn’t stop him from doing his best to encourage the farmer. 

“I can win this,” she reaffirmed, her brows furrowed and eyes swimming with determination. 

“You are crazy strong,” he kept going.

“I am crazy strong.”

“You are powerful.”

“I am… kinda power—“

“Hey, hey,” he grabbed her by both shoulders now, pressing his forehead to hers to really drive the point home, “you are powerful!” 

With a determined huff, and after grabbing his shoulders too, she nodded. 

“Why don’t I get a cool pep talk?” March asked nobody in particular. “Is it ‘cause you all know I’m gonna win anyway?”

December let go of Ryis and turned away to stare daggers at March. He narrowed his eyes right back until Olric cut in, “I believe in you, bro!” 

March’s fiery gaze darted to the blue-haired merchant. “You’re awfully quiet, Balor.”

“Can’t I just enjoy the show?” 

December’s scowl shifted to him, too. He was unfazed, only grinning in return.

“Alright, alright,” March started, “alright.” He lightly nudged December’s shoulder with his fingertips. “Alright?”

“Alright,” December held back a giggle as she spoke, nodding curtly.

“Alright.”

March took his position at the very edge of his seat and with his elbow on the corner of the table, with December doing the same before clasping her palm with his. Their knees touched in the middle, and even with the wood between them, there was plenty of open area.

December knew after being reminded just how large and thick March’s hands were — those things were like damn clubs, probably thanks to his work — that she was doomed to fail. Even if she could manage to out-muscle him some other way, the sheer weight of his grip would probably ruin this for her. 

She did her best to ignore that, though, and put on the silliest, cockiest face she could manage while she locked onto the blacksmith’s eyes.

March wanted to just win this already — gods, he needed to win — but broke at the sight of his opponent’s expression, snorting and leaning the side of his head onto their tangled forearms. 

“Can— pfft— can you take this seriously, sir?”

March shook his head before sitting back up to the best of his ability. “Your face!”

The farmer played dumb. “What about it?” 

“You just—“ March barked out a quick laugh before imitating December. 

It broke her immediately. Her cackling only made March laugh harder, and they both keeled over, bumping heads in the process.

“Ow!” they exclaimed simultaneously, only worsening the situation. 

When their eyes met just a few inches apart, both pairs were filled with tears, and noticing that forced a second wind. December tried to blink away the wetness on her eyelashes, completely folding in on herself before March draped his upper body over hers.

It was weird, she thought even in her drunken haze, feeling the rumble of his laughter through her back.

It felt cozy.

She ignored that. “Ha! Get off me, dude!”

While March and December continued their bickering and laughing, seemingly forgetting the other three were there, their tablemates simply watched on, laughing to themselves.

“It’ll never stop being strange, seeing them like this…” Balor observed. While his face only housed his usual lopsided grin, with no more than a dignified chuckle leaving his throat, he was thoroughly amused by the sight before him.

“Right?” Olric beamed, “They’re both so nonchalant, usually.”

“Well, she is,” Ryis agreed while pointing his thumb at the girl next to him. “I don’t know if I would call an angry gremlin ‘nonchalant.’”

“Hey!” March sat up, having sensed the others talking about him. He kept his forearm in December’s back, holding her down while she hopelessly tried to bat it away, and pointed over her, getting the digit as close to Ryis as he could manage. “Who are you calling a gremlin?”

“You, dumbass!” December answered in the carpenter’s place, her shout thoroughly muffled by her thigh. Ryis nodded into his next sip of beer before nearly spitting it out as March noogied the woman’s spine. “Ow— ow, quit it!” 

She managed to reach March’s oblique, tickling him in hopes that it would trigger the end of her suffering. As fun as this was, it did hurt. He had no idea that December had been through what she had, though, so she couldn’t exactly blame him for not knowing she was a bit fragile. 

“Fuck!” March yelped, his laughter ramping back up while he scrambled away. He would have fallen out of his seat if Olric wasn’t so quick to hoist him upright.

Just a table away, Luc, Maple and Dell gasped and giggled at the smith’s choice language, and were now thoroughly invested in his and December’s antics.

“Are they fighting?!” Dell asked Ryis, who she was closest to, all too excitedly.

“Sure, something like that,” he laughed, ruffling the young lady’s hair.

“She should use a sword.” Dell stood up onto her seat, removed her own from her pocket, and began waving it through the air at nobody in particular. “That’ll show‘im!”

Luc sighed. “If only I could give her some bugs to unleash on him…”

“Why can’t you?” Maple asked her brother.

“They’re probably sleeping! I already said goodnight to them.”

“I declare you awaken them at once!”

“No, they need their rest!” Dell interjected, pointing her stick — sorry, her sword at Maple. “If they’re gonna be part of the Dragonguard someday, they need to be strong and healthy.”

“You dare defy your queen?” Maple giggled, standing up and slamming her palms to the table, sloshing some of her milkshake over the side of its glass. 

Luc placed his chin on his hands, shaking his head. “Oh no…”

Back at the other table, March and December were finally winding down and beginning their battle. 

“Wait,” December asked, squeezing his hand as if it was going to leave. “What are the stakes?”

“Fuck if I know.” He flashed her a goofy smile. “I just wanna beat you.”

After swallowing a hiccup, she groaned. “So it’s just bragging rights?”

Olric, determined to play matchmaker, practically felt the lightbulb turn on in his otherwise rock-filled head. “Why doesn’t the loser walk the winner home?”

“That’s so far, though…” 

“So you admit defeat, then?” March prodded. 

December practically growled. “Fat chance!”

With that, their tussle had finally begun… and was over just as quickly as it started.

“Best two out of three,” December insisted. 

March was about to happily take the crown, but her big, sad eyes — a result of her fatally wounded pride — convinced him to go a little easy on her. 

He never thought he’d see the day where he was willing to give up a win just for someone else’s sake. Neither did the others. The three of them shared a knowing look.

“Fine,” the redhead sighed. “Round two, come on.” He wiggled his fingers, prompting December back into position.

She shot his hand a dirty look that made him giggle. “Eugh,” she reacted, taking hold of it anyway. “Don’t do that, y’little creep.”

“What, you can’t handle a little finger action?” March winked. 

The realization hit him like a train.

Oh no.

He dropped his shit-eating grin and froze, his eyes wide; December’s immediately followed suit, her cheeks and ears darkening several few shades beyond what the alcohol could ever achieve on its own; and beside them, all three men’s mouths hung open. Then, December averted her view and yelped an explosive laugh into her free palm, hiding her face to the best of her ability while her opposite hand clutched March’s with white knuckles. 

“Wait, wait,” March scrambled, laughter bubbling in his throat while his eyes darted between the four people around him, “hold on—“

Olric was the first to respond verbally, an incredulous smile on his lips. “Wow!”

Ryis tried to react, but was doubled over in a near-silent fit of laughter. 

This stole Dell’s attention again, and while she didn’t know what was going on, she patted the man on the back in a poor attempt at comforting him. It was her sworn duty as Mistria’s future best knight ever, after all. Through broken giggles, he thanked her, but politely redirected her attention back to her friends.

“On that note,” Balor announced, “good luck and goodnight,” before retiring upstairs.

[nightmarecrowsclaw]

God Fields of Mystria has my heart.

I really want some of my farmer × bachlors roleplay so bad.

If anyone is down for lovestores feel free to message me.

The characters I like to be matched with my farmer is.

Eiland

March

Balor

I'll also be willing to rp all of the above characters for these ships!

March × Ryis

Eiland x Balor

Juniper x Valen

For some extra context my farmer character is rather shy at first and slowly becomes a bit cocky in time. They have a mysterious vibe around them as they wear a hat that hides their face and generally keeps their body well hidden.

[summer-nights19]

Good for business part 5 - It's not so simple

Balor x fem reader Part 4

About a month had passed since you'd first moved to Mistria, and, during that time, you'd settled in a lot faster than you were expecting. The farm had begun to flourish - you'd cleared away most of the weeds and rubble, and you even had a steady stream of orders. At Adeline's request, you'd recently started working on a large order of timber to help repair the bridge, which had collapsed with the earthquake. While you did genuinely want to help and see the town flourish, part of you was also excited to get to work with Balor every day. Over the past month, you two had grown pretty close - you'd stop to chat about everything and anything almost every chance you got, and he'd visit your farm at least once a day, usually claiming to have business to of some sort to discuss. During your free time, you guys were almost always seen together - you'd hang out at the sleeping dragon inn together or take leisurely walks around Mistria's fields and historical sites while chatting idly. After every Friday night at the inn, he'd walk you home under a sky full of stars, just like on your second night in Mistria.

Of course, you'd adored every minute of it - you knew that you were just good friends and business partners, but that didn't stop your heart from leaping in your chest whenever he was around, or your gaze from lingering on his lips for just a moment longer when he spoke to you. Sometimes, you couldn't help but fantasize but what those lips might feel like against your own...

A soft knock on the door of your cottage interrupted your train of thought, and you heard Ryis speaking from outside.

"Y/N ? Is this a good time ?"

After taking a moment to collect yourself, you replied.

"Yes, please come on in !"

Before you could even get up from your chair to open the door, Ryis had already entered your cottage, a bag full of timber and various tools slung over his shoulder. He smiled at you as he set down the bag.

"I was thinking we could finally finish the bridge today, if that works for you ? The timber you provided should be more than enough,"

"Sure. I don't have anything else on today, and I've been looking forward to checking out that Saturday market,"

You met his smile with one of your own as you got up to gather your own tools, which were quite worn, but they'd been gifted to you by several of the townsfolk to help start you off with your farm, so you weren't about to complain.

Ryis nodded at you as you finished packing and opened the door so you could both head outside. All around you, the sky was completely cloudless and you could feel the warm sunlight caressing your skin. As you approached the bridge, Ryis spoke up.

"Hey, Y/N, I was thinking that we could potentially head to the market together when it returns ? I mean, just so I could show you around-". Ryis stopped mid sentence and met your gaze, his cheeks flushing slightly red.

"Hmm I think I already promised Balor I'd go with him, but you and I could definitely go another time. Or maybe we could all go together ?"

Disappointment flashed across Ryis' features, but he was quick to hide it with a pleasant smile.

"Yes, that sounds great,"

You felt your face heat up a little.

"Ok, we should probably get to work ... the bridge won't repair itself,"

You both took out saws and started working in companionable silence to replace the damaged timber with new one. After a while, Ryis spoke again.

"You know, you're shaping up to be a really good carpenter. The one thing that I'd say is that you'll use less energy if you hold your saw like this," he adjusted your grip on the saw gently with warm, calloused hands to show you how to hold it. Blushing, you realised you were suddenly standing close enough to smell him the scent of soap and timber was overpowering your senses. You mentally kicked yourself for being so stupid - he was just showing you how to hold your saw, it's not like it meant anything-

"Hey, Y/N !" as soon as you heard that familiar deep voice call your name, you jumped up, almost dropping your saw. It was a good thing that Ryis was still holding onto it.

Trying to calm your heart down, you turned around to face Balor.

"What's up ?"

"I need a hand carrying some of the stuff in your shipping bin to my wagon. It kinda needs to be done now as I'll be leaving to meet a supplier soon,"

You thought back to what was in your shipping bin - mostly tulips, daffodils and some leftover timber and stone. It was a little heavy, but you'd seen him lugging around way heavier packages. Still, you weren't about to pass up an opportunity to spend time with Balor.

"Sorry Ryis, looks like I won't be able to help you after all," You gave him your most apologetic smile as you packed up your tools and started heading in Balor's direction. Ryis smiled back.

"It's not a problem, make sure to call me if you guys need a third,"

"We'll figure it out," Balor replied as you two started heading off. Despite the relaxed smile on his face, his voice almost sounded... tense ? Maybe you'd imagined it.

***

It took only around ten minutes to help Balor load his wagon. The entire time, he kept up a stream of easy chatter about current events in Mistria and all the crazy thing's he'd encountered while travelling that week. After finishing, you closed your shipping bin and gave him a small smile.

"I should probably head back and finish helping Ryis with the bridge,"

A Balor's eyes flashed with something you couldn't decipher before he replied.

"Best of luck. You'll do great things here. But, Y/N, don't forget you promised that first trip to the market to me," he smirked playfully before he got inside his wagon, driving off before you'd had a chance to even process what he'd said.

It had been a casual enough statement, as had Ryis' invitation earlier. So why did they both feel so ... intense ?

Masterlist

[meanderingsofmistria]

Masterlist

This will be my master list for my Fields of Mistria writings!

I right mostly gender neutral farmer, but if you would like to request specific pronouns, I’d be more than happy to oblige!

I write for all bachelors and bachelorettes, as well as other npcs!

Requests are open and welcome!

Caldarus x Farmer

Dance for Joy (gn! Farmer. Fluff! When Caldarus wants to see the farmer dance, how will they react?)

[spacetravels]

ryis brain rn…

[fieldsofwriting]

Could you write some headcanons about Eiland crushing on/dating the farmer please?

Of course!!

Eiland Crush/Dating HC:

I think he’d take a while to realize he has a crush. Like he knows he finds you attractive and you’re nice. But a crush? No. No way.

And then your hands would brush while doing some dig together and he would feel like he’s on fire.

He’d talk to Adeline about it. And this poor woman would be like “Dear god you have a crush.”

What does he do now?? He’d probably research it.

And since you give him sweets all the time? He’d try and find your favorites too and get them for you.

If you’re playing Dungeons and Drama with him, he’d try to subtly use pick up lines on you to see what works.

After pinning for at least a season. He’d finally take you on like a picnic or something and confess to you.

When you say yes? He’d be so elated, so excited! He would just pull you in and hug you.

Once you’re dating he is constantly trying to find you, he just likes seeing you.

He gives a lot of cheek kisses.

He also loves to hold your hand.

He wouldn’t do a lot of PDA besides that. But if you ask him?? He is all about you. He never shuts up about how great you are.

Overall, he’s just a really sweet and caring boyfriend. He wants to grow old and discover all of mistria with you.

[pancake-poett]

-- fields of mistria masterlist ᡣ𐭩 .ᐟ

♡ all/multiple romanceable characters (headcanons, etc) :

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♡ the bachelorettes :

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♡ the bachelors :

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