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reblogging just to thank everyone for the positive response to these!! ahh I haven’t written anything for fandom stuff in a while, so seeing the happiness this brought feels really good. thanks again <3

Hearing Farmer Sing HCs

Hello hello, Mistria fans! I come bearing headcanons of one of my favorite tropes: character hears their crush sing for the first time and MELTS. A bit of info:

These take place at six hearts, when crushes start to be hinted at! (I have not yet seen any six heart events…LMAO I’m going on vibes and romance spoilers here.)

The characters hear you sing in different scenarios - I will highlight what the scenario is above the characters it applies to.

I link a song in Celine’s because it’s what I listened to when writing hers! I don’t have specific songs in mind for the rest of them. The link is more of a bonus treat for those of you who like folk music lol

Enjoy! I love to sing so this is as much for me as it is anyone else haha

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At the Sleeping Dragon Inn, singing a duet with Josephine - Celine, Reina, Hayden

Celine

Celine is delighted to hear you sing! She had no idea you had such a lovely voice. She gets that happy blushy smile on her face – you know the one. The one where she cups her hands together and gazes at you with shining eyes.

She does her best to diligently listen to your performance, but as she listens to the lyrics, her mind drifts. “Can I be close to you?” You and Josephine harmonize.

Does this song make you think of her the same way it makes her think of you?

You’ve been so kind to her since you arrived. She was worried she’d been overbearing, intrusive, that first day she went to your farm uninvited to introduce herself. But only a couple weeks later you said “Anything for you, Celine.” She hasn’t gotten your voice saying that out of her head since. Now your singing voice will join that sentence on constant replay.

She hums the song to herself while she gardens for the next few days.

Reina

Hemlock likes to say that he knew Josephine was special the moment he saw her, but that it was when he had the privilege to hear her sing that he fell head over heels. Reina has always loved the sappy way her dad talks about her mom, but she also recognizes he’s definitely exaggerating in old stories like that.

But now, hearing your voice carry melodies through the air, she’s starting to believe that maybe her dad was being very, very literal. Maybe it does only take one verse to fall in love.

That’s silly, she muses. There’s so much more to like about them than just their voice. She blinks. Oh. Oh.

Hemlock catches sight of his daughter from where he plays you and Jo’s accompaniment. He recognizes that look in her eye and smiles.

When you sit at the bar after finishing a few songs, Reina cheerfully praises your voice and openly admits she’d love for your singing at the inn to become a regular occurrence.

Hayden

He has to hold back an expression of pure awe as he listens to you. It doesn’t work very well. He has very obvious heart eyes. He’s godawful at hiding how much he likes you.

He can’t help the way his mind takes this new facet of you and runs for the hills with it. He imagines you on his farm in the morning, singing to the new calves as they wake, keeping them calm while he tends to their mother nearby. Another image appears, this one of you filling the barn with music while you brush one of his horses’ manes.

The final scene his mind conjures for him is sweet, sweet torture. The two of you dancing slowly in his living room, you singing softly while a record plays in the background.

Afterward, he tells you you sounded mighty fine up there. “I wouldn’t be surprised if a voice like yours comes in handy when animals get rowdy!” He says, hiding his blush behind one of his booming laughs.

Playing Dragons and Drama as a bard and initially being too shy to sing, but upon some encouragement doing so - Balor, Eiland, Adeline

Balor

It’s after the session is over and everyone is readying to leave the inn for the night that Balor approaches you.

“That voice of yours is really something, Farmer. A talent like that can get you places.” He smiles at you.

“Maybe it can. But I think Mistria is my place. I’m happy just to sing here, for you.” You could have said ‘for you guys.’ But you didn’t.

Balor’s eyes soften. “Well, I’m sure everyone is thankful you decided to share with us.” A pause. For a moment, it seems he isn’t going to continue. That he isn’t going to return the subtle admittance you had given him. But then…

“I know I am,” he says, voice ever so slightly quieter, eyes gazing into yours.

For the rest of that campaign, every time he sits down at the table he says something like “Perhaps we will be treated to another lovely performance tonight?~” He just likes to mess with you. <3

Adeline

At your initial hesitation, Adeline reaches across the table and takes your hand. She gives it a comforting squeeze. “Don’t let the boys push you into anything you don’t want,” she says, casting a look at Balor, Eiland, and Holt.

Her hand holding yours gives you the courage to try singing a little something. You give her a thankful smile and gently pull free of her touch.

You sing a song you feel suits the setting of your campaign. The rest of the table listens in rapt attention. Adeline is the first to speak when you finish.

“I can’t believe you are shy about singing, Farmer! You sound wonderful!” You blush at how genuine she sounds.

You can tell she truly means it when, as the night goes on, every time you choose to sing as an action, her whole face lights up and she leans her body toward your side of the table. You’re not even sure she realizes she’s doing it. (She doesn’t; Eiland informs her later.)

Eiland

Unlike when he prevents Holt from regaling the table with two hour ballads, Eiland is happy to let you sing as long as you want the second the first note falls from your lips. He is utterly enamored.

He is so enamored, in fact, that our dragonmaster merely stares at you in awe when you finish, his mouth forming a small ‘o.’ It is only when his sister kindly calls his name that he clears his throat.

“Ah, my apologies, all! Thank you for that lovely performance, Farmer. And you rolled a twenty, so the goblins surrounding the party are utterly enchanted by your song.” Eiland feels a tiny blush light up his cheeks as he realizes he’s describing himself in that moment, not just some fictional enemies.

He doesn’t want to put any pressure on you, but he secretly really hopes you keep playing as a bard in games. He can’t think of any other ways to hear you sing again besides just asking, and that’s too forward!

At a festival, singing on stage because you admitted to Elsie that it’s a hobby of yours and now she insists - March, Ryis, Valen

March

Wow, he thinks. They’re good. He merely listens for a few moments, enjoying the way you lose yourself in the music.

Your smile gets wider as the song progresses. He unknowingly grins at the sight. Then Olric gives him a happy, knowing look, and he frowns, averting his gaze.

The song reaches a crescendo. Your voice carries across the square, and more villagers are drawn over.

March feels a twisting in his gut. He knows this feeling. Jealousy. He had it often when you first came to town – everyone was gushing over you. As the song comes to a close, and everyone around him applauds, he feels it again. But it’s different this time.

You make eye contact with him from the stage and it hits him in a rush. He’s not jealous of you anymore – he’s jealous of everyone around you. The way they so effortlessly express their adoration for you. Why can’t I do that? He grits his teeth. Wait- fuck. I adore them?

Ryis

“Look at you!” Ryis exclaims as you approach him after finishing your song. “You’re a natural up there. You didn’t tell me stage presence was part of an adventurer’s toolkit.” He winks and you laugh.

Well, now he was treated to two lovely sounds today; your singing voice and your laugh. Not that he was going to say that out loud. Not yet, anyway.

The two of you walk away chatting as Elsie takes the stage to sing a song of her own.

He asks if you’ve ever performed before; you must have to be that good! You confirm that you have, from time to time. But you add that you like it as a once in a while thing; quieter activities are more suited to you. Like birdwatching with him.

“You like birdwatching with me?” He asks, a hint of a blush on his cheeks. At your confirmation, he smiles. “Well, next time, why don’t we see if the birds will sing with you?”

Valen

It’s after the festivities die down that Valen approaches you. “I apologize for not seeking you out earlier, but it looked like you had quite a fan club gathered around you after your performance.” You both chuckle.

“I’ll admit, I understand their excitement.” The doctor meets your gaze with her own. “I wanted to find a quiet moment to tell you that I also enjoyed your singing today. I didn’t know it was something you liked to do.”

Valen knows you as one of the kindest, most dependable people she has ever met. You’re constantly running around, helping everyone with their problems and encouraging them to achieve their goals. She wants to know more of this casual side of you, more about the things you do to bring yourself joy. She decides to create an opportunity for her to do that. To see more of you.

“I happen to have a tea many singers in the capital drink to keep their voices healthy. I keep it in stock for Elsie. Perhaps you’d like to stop by the clinic for a cup?”

While helping him tend to his small garden, singing softly to yourself on instinct - Caldarus

Caldarus stops and listens to you, smiling. All thoughts of the task at hand leave him in favor of your voice.

While reaching for your watering can, you notice him staring and realize you were singing without even meaning to. You quickly apologize, explaining it’s automatic for you – it’s something you always do while tending your own fields.

“I remember,” he replies. “I will admit that I actually miss waking to the sound of your voice on wind in the morning. That was one good thing about being in my previous form.” Yes, he just said he misses hearing you sing to your crops every morning. You heard him right.

Even so, you still feel the need to ask for confirmation. “Really? You do?” You ask, voice small.

“I do.” He says, tone full of warmth. “In fact, I would enjoy it immensely if you continued where you left off before. Don’t let my presence stop you.”

Relaxing at the bathhouse, singing contentedly as you wash yourself and soak - Juniper

Sitting at the front desk of the bathhouse, Juniper’s eye twitches from boredom. That is, until she hears something.

From inside the baths, your voice rings out. You’re singing. That’s new. Though, she honestly is almost never around when you actually use the bathhouse. Often you just stop by to talk to her.

Dozy gets up from his bed and walks to her. “You like their voice, too, then?” She asks him. He gives her a look in return. One that says, You admit you like it?

“They can’t hear me from in there,” the sorceress shrugs. And then, just as Dozy begins to head back to his bed, she turns.

“You,” she says, pointing a finger at him, “will not say a word to them about this. Understood?” The goodest boy merely lays back down, silent.

When you leave, Juni asks what song you were singing. You seem surprised she heard you. “You’re not exactly quiet,” she says. “But it wasn’t torture, stuck here listening.”

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