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Arrivals and First Meetings. (Pt. 1)

summary: Violet is officially in Mistria! And now she has to figure out how to cross a broken bridge- and oh god?! why is everyone in town so hot?!

warnings: Swearing!

A/N: Hello!! This is the first part of a series I don’t have a name for yet. 💀 But this is all based off of my farmer, Violet! This is tagged as x reader, if you’d like you can use a word replacer for it! (Linked!) I hope you all enjoy!

Violet didn’t know why she answered it. The mysterious ad for farmland in Mistria. Okay- maybe she did. It was a chance to start anew. Something she so desperately needed. But that wasn’t anything she needed to think about right now. Now, she was looking at the broken bridge before her with a frown and back at her bags wondering how on earth she was going to get them over it. Did a new life mean new clothes? She wasn’t entirely sure if that was going to be something that was in the budget for a while. Turning to look at her bags, then back to the bridge a plan starting to form- “Maybe if I just put on a bunch of layers…” She mumbles to herself, tapping her chin in thought.

Violet jumps several feet in the air when someone behind her clears their throat. Whipping around she sees a tall figure. He was handsome, his features perfectly fitting his face as if he was made to be a model. His eyes and smile screamed cunning, and mischievous. His demeanor was relaxed and composed as he looked at her bags. “Ah,” They mystery man said smoothly. “You must be the new farmer.”

For a moment, Violet contemplates answering. On one hand, he could be the mayor or something! On the other hand, he could be a vampire and just happen to be praying on farmers moving into this town which is why they needed a new one. But he didn’t seem put off by her silence. The man extends his hand, “I’m Balor. A merchant here in Mistria, Lady Adeline sent me to help you.”

She squints momentarily at him. It is broad daylight. Okay, not a vampire. She gives him a warm smile, taking his hand. “I’m Violet. It’s nice to meet you.” She says kindly. “But, uh, how are we gonna get my stuff across the bridge?”

Balor chuckles, a low tone that reverberates through his chest. Violet tries not to blush too much, who knew men could have such attractive laughs? Not her. “That’s easy. But first, let’s handle getting you over.” He offers his hand again like a fairytale prince. Blinking a bit sheepishly as she feels the heat rise in her cheeks, she takes his hand; allowing him to help her jump across.

“So, what about my stuff?” She asks once on the other side.

“Ah, I have my ways. Worry not.” He winks at her. Violet raises an eyebrow.

“You’re just gonna jump ‘crossed it aren’t you?”

“I said I have my ways.” Balor rushes, “We should get you to the farm. I’m sure Adeline and Eiland are waiting for you.” She notes the way the Balor dropped the Lady and Lord from their names. They must be pretty down to earth then. Not like the Royals in the Capital or from her small town.

“So, Violet was it?” Balor asks, a sly smile as he speaks. “Tell me about yourself.”

She shrugs, “Not much to say really. I’m twenty three, needed to get out of my town and found this listing. What better than a new adventure?” Perfect Violet, just like we practiced. She mentally praises herself.

“Hm, interesting.” Balor hums, leading her down to the farm.

Her eyes widen, finally seeing the wooden sign the hung over the entrance. She hadn’t known what to name her farm at first, but since she had planned on making this her little slice of heaven? She ended up with ‘Serenity Farms’ and now, she saw it fully realized. This was it. Her new life. And she was so ready for it.

She had been told to introduce herself. And that was easy! Psh, so, so easy. Until it wasn’t. Standing at the steps of her farm, anxiety gnawed at Violet’s nerves. She needed to make a good first impression. She needed to make sure that everyone here knew she was going to be here to help!

So why couldn’t her damn feet move?! “Okay- okay okay okay-“ Violet breathes. A deep breath for four seconds, holding it before releasing. “I’ve got this. I can do this. Just- keep your mouth shut.” She mumbles to herself. And so, she moved. One step in front of the other before she saw a woman- a beautiful woman. Her as golden as the sun, a face like a day dream. Her whole demeanor screamed innocence, and compassion. You wondered why thier wasn’t birds and wildlife at her side like a fairytale princess. She certainly looked like it.

The woman looked up first, a soft smile gracing her near perfect features. “Oh, hello!” She says kindly, standing from her place in the garden and slipping off the gloves. “You much be the new farmer! I heard you were coming!”

Violets entire brain went numb. What was with this town and all its beautiful people?! Balor? Eiland? Adeline? And now her? What was in the water?! “Yes.” Violet says slowly, tounge thick as her brain forces itself to catch up. “I am the farmer.” She robotically offers her hand to the woman. “Violet.”

“Celine.” She introduces, another gut wrenchingly sweet smile coming across her lips. “It’s a pleasure! My family owns the general store, so if you need anything let us know!” She says kindly.

“Yeah! Yeah of course! I’ll have to stop in and get seeds here soon!” Violet smiles back, “After I introduce myself to the whole town.” She rubs the back of her neck awkwardly.

“Oh my!” Celine exclaims in surprise, “That’s seems like quite the to-do list. Please don’t let me keep you!”

Oh no. She was pretty and considerate. Someone sedate her. Before she can embarrass herself by making a remark along the lines of ”I wouldn’t mind being kept by you.” Violet bids her farewell, heading up the pathway.

She meets Nora, and Holt next. Who she puts together are Celine’s parents, and are also as charming as their daughter. Then she meets Dell, a scrappy little lady who she admires then tenacity of. And then the siblings Maple, who is just an absolute sweetheart, and Luc an absolutely brilliant little man. Hemlock and Josephine are also just as delightful as those younger two, and the warmth they exude makes her want to tell them everything about her day over a bowl of soup.

But Reina? She was jaw droppingly gorgeous. Her sweet demeanor is in tune with Celine’s and you hoped they were friends. If not, you had to make it happen. And the way Reina offered you a bowl of soup- you could have kissed her. She was a breath of fresh air.

Hayden was next, the other Farmer was huge compared to Violet. Looking up at him almost broke her neck, but boy howdy was she not complaining. He looked like if a cowboy was mixed with a teddy bear. She couldn’t help but let the unhinged thoughts of how she’d like to be held in those arms consume her.

And so it went, she met multiple people around the town. Each one as beautiful, or charming as the next. It was really unfair- she thought. How everyone was literally so perfect she couldn’t even begin to imagine how much she’d have to hold back her unhinged thoughts. They couldn’t know that about her yet.

But there was one person she had yet to meet. March? At least that’s what Orlic said his brothers name was, and he was up at the forge. A blacksmith- she thought. How neat! So, with a pep in her step she cheerfully makes her way over to introduce herself.

The clanging of metal made it easy to follow, Violet watched as his muscles moved with each lift of the hammer, and each hit of the forge. Her eyes unable to tear away from his back and how it worked to help with the powerful strikes. Oh. She felt her cheeks start to heat from the ideas running around in her head.

“Take a picture it lasts longer.” March- presumably- snaps. He doesn’t look at her, he continues to examine the piece of metal that he was working on.

Shaking her head, Violet uses that as a way to introduce herself. “Sorry, I didn’t want to interrupt.” She smiles, holding her hand out to him. “I’m Violet, the new farmer.”

March barely spared a glance at her. “That’s nice. I don’t remember asking.”

She blinks. “The proper introduction is to tell me your name.” She frowns, lowering her hand and crossing her arms.

March sighs, setting down the metal and turning toward her. His eyes widening slightly, standing in front of him was the most attractive woman he’d ever seen. He wasn’t the tallest man around, but she was small. How the hell could she farm if she was that small?! She barely came up to his shoulders! And her face, furrowed brows, amazingly bright purple eyes, a scrunch of her nose and a pout on perfectly pink lips. What the fuck?! Why- he needed to be away from you. And fast.

“I’m March. Now go away.” He barks. “Don’t bother me.”

Violet frowns deeper. But she keeps her mouth closed. “Yeah. It was nice meeting you.” She grumbles as she walks away.

March looks back at her. Taking in more of her. Her ashy blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail that left just a few tendrils and her bangs in her face. She was wearing a striped shirt with a denim overall skirt. Fucking- knee highs?!? Was she trying to kill him?! How the hell could she farm in that?! Weren’t farmers supposed to look like Hayden? Rugged and burly? And so totally not his type?! What the fuck!

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed!! This was very self indulgent and I had a lot of fun writing it!

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