#farmwife au

[baiyunli]

tell us more about farmwife au 🤲

anon i am ready to sweep everything off the table and onto the floor in order to discuss this important topic. i am incredibly normal and reasonable about this au (lie).

farmwife au has been my constant obsession for months now, like not a day goes by where i don't think about it. this is the permutation of little house on the prairie slash mail order bride where nico is a farmer in the midwest in the 1800s and he's looking for someone to live and work with him and offer company when he gets lonely! so he places an advertisement (historical basis) in the local periodical. he gets a few letters here and there that he largely ignores, mostly fathers trying to marry off their daughters, but there's one that catches his eye - this scrap of paper folded over twice, the name jack hughes signed unevenly but carefully on it, and nico reads the message over and over again, traces over every letter of jack's name like a promise. it's not the longest or most articulate of the letters he receives, but it's the most earnest, and that's what matters to nico!

so they start writing each other letters. nico drives to the hughes homestead to pick jack up in his best church clothes and realizes quickly that jack isn't exactly the perfect wife nico had written about! he's AWFUL at cooking and gets distracted while cleaning constantly, wanders off to go pick berries when he's supposed to be airing out the laundry, but then he looks up at nico and smiles with a basket of freshly picked berries in his hand, this little smattering of freckles across his nose, and nico's SO taken with him that it's easy to forgive jack and just finish the laundry together instead :)

there is literally Zero conflict in this fic it's just them falling in love and getting married and fucking nasty about it. also they have like five children that's it

[lordgolden]

Sorry I read your tags and I'd like to invite you to join my club of short people with abnormally big feet. So far its only me and my 12th grade English teacher who refused to wear skinny jeans because they didn't hide enough of her feet, so we need more people. We get together and discuss steps tools every Thursday

i am HONORED to join the club of short people with giant feet. cannot believe i can be counted in such high esteemed ranks as you and your 12th grade English teacher

but seriously I am 5′4″ with a size 10/11 shoe. AND I have giant hands I can seriously palm a basketball. idk what went wrong anon we were supposed to be taller! we would’ve been too powerful. I am often told that i have tall girl energy 

[cactusandfir]

okay instead of doing anything at all last night/this morning i reread the tk/patty farmwife au and am spiritually lying on the floor in a puddle of emotions

[grittyreadsfic]

i did almost forget to post a wip wednesday which would....not be the first time (rip) but here i am!

into the wild blue by honeydripping

pairing: travis konecny/nolan patrick

summary: When his family loses their wealth, their status, and their reputation, Nolan is forced to settle for an unconventional husband.

or:

The farmwife au.

why i love it: it’s very hard to find historical aus that are this long and this good, but i’m really glad that it popped up on my twitter timeline the other day. i’m getting such a kick out of the setting, and out of the way the author writes nolan and tk, both as individuals and their dynamics. nolan’s growth throughout the fic is so well executed, and you really get to see him come to terms with who he is and what he wants out of life and grow into himself a bit more.

[thisishowgalaxiescollide]

into the wild blue - Chapter 1 - honeydripping - Men's Hockey RPF [Archive of Our Own]

Summary:

When his family loses their wealth, their status, and their reputation, Nolan is forced to settle for an unconventional husband.

or:

The farmwife au.

[ferryboatpeak]

ok but wb farmer's daughter girl!harry who gets arranged to marry tom to settle a property dispute between two local farmers who can't decide who owns an overlapping piece of land, so they marry off their unwed child to the other's just so that they can start a new farm without either family losing anything. harry is barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen.

there is a lot to love here, my friend! i do love a marriage of convenience always, even though with tomrry it is hard to see a plot there. in any universe, i feel like if someone told tom and harry’s that Circumstances require them to wed, they would be like, “sick. let’s cuddle now.” and then they would lope off into the sunset together like a pair of dopey golden retrievers.

i do love a barefoot and pregnant farmwife harry as well. that said, i confess to my belief that in any old-timey au, pregnant harry can only end in tragedy. those narrow hips were not made for birthing. bury him in the pioneer cemetery. too beautiful to live. mitch can dig the grave.

[baiyunli]

hi yun! hope you're doing well :) i was wondering if you still have plans to release the farmwife au?? i love your work so much, "maybe it was me who brought you here" is one of my fav fics ever <3

hey anon!!! sorry for the late reply. i've actually been meaning to make a more formal post about this, but i've been active fairly sporadically over the past few months and wanted to say that i'm going to be phasing out of my fandom stuff in the next while. i won't be posting anything on my ao3 and probably won't be around much, if at all, on tumblr going forward for various real-life reasons.

i've put a few scenes of farmwife au under the cut for your enjoyment, because in all likelihood nothing will be getting posted, but thank you for enjoying my writing!!! it's so lovely to hear <3 i hope you like these last offerings of this au!!! if anyone wants to pick up the idea or anything, you're more than welcome to it.

Nico places the advertisement in March, once the roads into town thaw out. The cold snap broke just last week, and he’d spent fair hours holed up in the kitchen by the stove, writing out the advertisement in his notebook, then copying it on nicer paper. He gave a thought to mailing NIna first, so she could fix it before he sent it off, but the summer work will become demanding soon enough and he’d rather have a second pair of hands around to help as soon as possible.

A homesteader and dairy farmer living thirty minutes west of town seeking a partner ready for family life to live and work with me. I am twenty-four years old and would prefer someone of similar age. Please reply if interested.

He reads the advertisement over hundreds of times. He had taken great pains to cross out anything overly specific, anything that would point to him having already imagined the kind of partner he wanted: someone with a kind smile, someone who loved adventure, who would make the sort of food Nico's mother did when he was a child.

Finally, he rides into town and files the advertisement with the newspaper. For the next few weeks, there is no news: he makes small talk at the general store when he picks up salt pork and oats, goes to church on Sundays where he hears about the new schoolhouse being built. And still, no responses.

It isn’t until early April when the postmaster sets a pile of letters on the counter and says, “Some mail for you,” that it begins to set in. That evening, Nico sits by the fire to sift through the responses, and it quickly becomes painfully clear that the vast majority were not delivered of the senders’ own volitions. 

He reads the line “my father hoped that I would find a husband soon” too many times to count, and feels a sense of pity for the daughters enduring their fathers’ efforts to marry them off. And then, at the bottom of the pile: a scrap of paper folded over twice, the name Jack Hughes signed painstakingly on the outside. The handwriting inside is uneven, but careful all the same. 

I saw your notice in the Leader-Telegram and thought I might write in, Jack Hughes says. I’m a good worker, and my family’s farm is getting busy. I wouldn’t mind moving further out west to live with you. I’m the best of my brothers at butter churning, if that helps. My ma and older brother are sitting with me while I write this—they say I should warn you about my cooking. I’ve never been very skilled in the kitchen, he adds, but I can learn, and I’d like to raise a family someday soon. Please write back soon. Yours, Jack Hughes.

Nico reads the note once, twice. He folds it back up along the same creases and tucks it into his shirt pocket, where he imagines it thrumming like a promise, beating in time with his heart. 

The next morning when he goes out to milk the cows, he reads it again, tracing over the letters of Jack Hughes’ name. I’d like to raise a family someday soon. It isn’t the most eloquent of the responses that Nico receives, not by far, but something about how earnest he sounds, the simplicity of it—Nico sits down that night to write back.

Hello, he says, first. Thank you for your reply. I believe I may have heard of you in passing; there is news of your family in town often. If you would like to get to know each other better, I can tell you about myself.

He writes of his family, of learning English as a child. Of building the house himself and the wildflowers that grow around his homestead, the ring of violets he often rides past on the journey into town. Of all he has done to make the house more comfortable for the coming summer. It is not large, but I think you may find it cozy.

He hears from Jack again hardly a week later, with more enthusiasm than Nico had imagined. Jack responds with stories about his brothers and asks Nico to teach him his native language, adds my ma tried to teach me Latin, but I was always dreadful at it. 

Nico thinks of Jack saying it cheerily, his eyes bright, and writes back: I would be happy to teach you, when we meet properly.

He still does not know what Jack looks like, but he makes small talk with the woman behind the counter at the general store every week, and she tells him what a lovely family the Hughes make. “And the middle boy is beautiful—beyond compare, I’d venture to claim,” she says. “I know plenty of the young ladies and men in town have been hoping he might attend a church social this summer.” 

The correspondence lasts for a month. Every letter seems like another stroke added to the portrait of Jack in Nico’s head, ready to take shape, fully formed—curls framing his face, blue eyes that look like the prairie sky, a penchant for freckles in the summer. Jack tells Nico about berry-picking and how much he’s always loved children, about his recent efforts at cooking. Hope blooms in Nico’s heart like snap peas after the last snowfall. 

He throws caution to the wind and finally writes, should you be interested in coming to live with me soon, I would be more than pleased to arrive next Saturday and meet your family. Space for your trousseau is of no concern—bring as many trunks as you would like. There is plenty of room in the wagon.

After they decide on Saturday morning for Nico to call on him, the gravity of the situation dawns sharp and bright. Nico looks around the snug kitchen and hopes Jack won’t find it suffocating; he surveys the bedroom, with the soft quilt that Nina had sewn from his childhood clothing and blankets, and the pasteboard wallpaper with painted roses, and tries to see it through Jack’s eyes. 

The Hughes family home is well-decorated and fairly grand, by all accounts. Nico has no illusions about the size of his homestead, but he’s done all he can to make it comfortable, and he can only pray that Jack won’t mind that the walls creak during windstorms or the cramped furniture in the kitchen, table tucked up in the corner to make room for the stove.

That Friday is a whirlwind. Nina visits, even though Nico hadn’t asked—she brings one of their mother’s cakes and helps him whitewash the cellar and air out the straw-tick mattresses, blacken the stove and hang up the laundry on the clothesline. Every inch of the house is sparkling, and Nico has put up the mare with plenty of water and hay to prepare her for the long ride tomorrow.

“Are you worried?” asks Nina, setting out the now-dry tablecloth. 

Nico closes his eyes. “Yes,” he admits bluntly. “But mostly that he—will not find the house livable. Or he will not take a liking to me. He may realize that his interest was unfounded, after all.” And Nico thinks that will hurt more than if he had not written back to Jack in the first place. He feels as if he practically knows Jack, but not whether Jack feels the same towards him, too.

“If he doesn’t, he won’t understand what he is walking away from,” Nina tells him. “But he seems very agreeable, from his letters. And from the talk around town,” she adds. “Someone must have caught wind that you plan to marry this summer. The dressing room at church was wholly abuzz with the knowledge.”

“If he still wishes to marry me after we meet,” Nico points out, and Nina rounds on him, wringing out a dishcloth.

“Nico,” she says firmly. “He will. It is no use worrying about this. If he did not hope to love you, he would not have continued to write back for so many weeks. Be reasonable.”

He looks at the floor, chastened. “I know.” Still, Nina’s reassurance does not curb the growing anxiety in his stomach, the hours he lies awake that night: hoping against all hope that he will measure up to anything near what Jack had imagined him to be.

--

Nico arrives at the Hughes homestead early on Saturday, dressed in his church clothes and with his hair combed, still slightly damp. He hesitates before knocking on the front door, surveying the vast plot of farmland that surrounds the house. Their wheat is growing well, he notices, and he may have to ask for advice on cultivating seed crops.

But the door swings open, then—and Nico is suddenly face to face with who he knows must be Jack Hughes.

“Hello,” he says, taking his hat off and holding it to his chest. He swallows, his throat dry. “You must be Jack.”

Jack curtsies slightly and looks up at Nico, shy. His eyelashes are long, curling up as they frame his wide blue eyes. His dress is a fine muslin, wine-dark burgundy with a feathery print. “I am,” he says. “I must confess that I looked forward to finally meeting you, Mr. Hischier.”

“Please call me Nico,” he says, and watches Jack’s cheeks pinken prettily. “And the pleasure is all mine.”

Jack smiles. A curl of hair falls into his face and he brushes it aside absently. “You are much more handsome than I had expected,” he tells Nico quickly, as if he had not quite meant to let on the sentiment. 

Nico laughs, and it seems to break the tension between them. “I do not hope to know what you had expected me to look like, then,” he teases, and Jack giggles.

“Not as sharply dressed, perhaps. And not as tall,” he says. “Or with dimples. Why, my younger brother tried to convince me you might have been lying about your age. He thought you must have been a bachelor of three-and-forty, come to steal me away.”

“Luke?” asks Nico. When Jack nods, he adds, “Well, Luke may be disappointed to learn that I am not close to forty years of age, not quite yet. And I hope the second part of his assumption may be proven false.”

“I told him he was full of it,” Jack says, rolling his eyes. He steps forward, closing the distance between them; this close, he has to tilt his head up to meet Nico’s gaze. A soft lock of hair curls over his ear. “He is tired of hearing me wax poetic about your letters.”

Nico is not sure what compels him to take Jack’s hand, but he holds it between his and runs his thumb over the finger where a ring might sit, soon. Jack’s hands are slender, lightly calloused from embroidering. “I am glad to hear that you enjoyed them half as much as I enjoyed yours.”

Jack laughs. “My brothers were not fortunate enough to hear the end of it, I’m afraid,” he admits. “I read each of your letters aloud five times, at least.” He blinks and says, “Oh! My apologies—it slipped my mind to invite you inside.” Nico steps in after him, sits down on the chesterfield when Jack shows him to the front parlor. 

Jack gathers his skirts and tells Nico, “My brothers will be here in a moment. Let me get my luggage and we can depart soon.”

He disappears down the corridor, skirts swishing behind him. Nico folds his hands in his lap, but it’s hardly a minute before another boy appears, long and lanky, a mop of curls on his head, who Nico guesses must be Luke. “Mr. Hischier,” Luke acknowledges with a tilt of his head. “A pleasure to finally meet you.”

“Likewise,” Nico says. 

“You may be waiting here several hours for Jack to finish packing,” Luke tells him. “He misplaces his belongings often—you’ll have to hope that he has not forgotten where he put all his best clothes.”

Nico laughs. “It is no trouble,” he answers, truthfully. “I do not have any commitments today. I had hoped to meet your parents, though. To receive their blessing, if I may be lucky enough.”

Luke nods. “Pa should be coming in soon. Ma often visits with the women at the parlor at this time, but she was plenty charmed by your letters,” he says. “And the advertisement. She told Jack that he should write in, if he wanted to. He had not planned on doing so.”

Nico smiles. “I suppose I should have to thank her, then. Jack’s letter was a welcome surprise for me, and most of the others were not exactly compelling.”

“It surprises me that you found Jack’s letter compelling,” Luke remarks lightly. “He has not been known for his composition prowess.”

Jack, hurrying back into the parlor with a hat box, says admonishingly, “Luke. Please excuse him, Mr. Hisch—Nico,” he corrects himself. “Ma didn’t quite teach him all his table manners.”

Nico stands. “It is no trouble,” he reassures Jack. “I understand how brothers often are.”

“Your brother—Luca?” asks Jack. He sets down the hat box on the side table. “I hope, for your sake, he is not much like mine.”

“He is not,” Nico allows. “But he rarely passes up an opportunity to tease me, all the same.”

Jack laughs. “I suppose it escapes my notice, what one could possibly tease you about. I doubt you have many moments of mortification.”

“And you do?” Nico asks teasingly.

Luke interrupts, “Well, just last week he—”

“Luke Hughes,” says Mrs. Hughes, walking into the parlor. “Please think carefully about scaring off our guest. My apologies,” she says as she turns to greet Nico. “I had not been sure about what time you might arrive. I hope you and Jack have been introduced well?”

“Perfectly, thank you,” Nico answers. “For me, at least. Whether Jack feels the same—”

“Yes,” says Jack, quickly. “Yes. Nico has been wonderful.”

Mrs. Hughes smiles. “Good. I know how excited Jack was to meet you,” she tells Nico. “He spent all yesterday evening trying to tame his hair and steam his clothing.”

Nico laughs. “I was doing the same,” he acknowledges. “My sister visited with me yesterday, to clean the house for today.”

He is spared the embarrassment of being asked the size and comfort of his homestead by the arrival of Mr. Hughes. Jack disappears again to pack his trousseau and, from the sound of it, find his hairpins; Nico speaks to Mr. Hughes about his crop yield while Jack dashes around looking for newsprint to stuff his trunk.

“Take care of him,” says Mrs. Hughes when the luggage has been loaded into the wagon. “And visit often.”

Nico nods, an arm around Jack’s waist. “We will,” he promises. “Thank you for trusting me with Jack. I swear I will give him everything I am capable of. I hope he will want for nothing,” he continues.

Jack steps closer to him, takes hold of Nico’s hand and squeezes. “Thank you,” he says, quietly. “I hope for the same.”

“Tell us as soon as you have a date for the wedding,” Quinn chips in. “Ma will want to plan everything.”

“That may be for a later time, I’m afraid,” says Nico with a sheepish smile. “I would like to make sure Jack gets settled in first.”

“Of course,” Mrs. Hughes allows. “You had better set off soon, then, to get back in time for dinner. Why, it’s almost noon already!”

Nico helps Jack into the front seat, his skirts rustling as he steps up into the carriage, before he gets seated himself and takes the reins. 

“Write to me,” Jack says desperately, turning back to his family. “Whenever you can.”

Luke scoffs. “You’ll only be thirty minutes from town. Won’t we see you at church, anyhow?”

“Still,” Jack insists. “I want to hear everything.”

Nico coughs lightly. “We should be going,” he says. “I’ll have to tend to the sheep before the sun becomes too bright.”

Jack flushes. “I apologize. I just—” he swallows, the hitch of his throat nervous, uncertain. “I suppose I hadn’t thought about how much I would miss my family.”

“I understand,” says Nico softly, dwelling too long on the curl of Jack’s fingers into his palms, how the tilt of his mouth has gone too unsure for Nico’s liking. “We can visit next weekend,” he assures Jack. “You will see them plenty.”

Jack brightens. “Alright,” he says, seemingly comforted.

And the wagon rolls away, Jack waving to his family and calling, “Goodbye! Goodbye!” until the Hughes house shrinks, and then disappears from sight. Jack shuffles closer to Nico in the carriage, and Nico takes the reins in one hand to lay an arm over Jack’s shoulder, instead. They stay like that until they reach the homestead.

[baiyunli]

jack saying “thanks for the dress, boys” has me thinking about nico buying his wifey a pretty dress as a gift. perhaps in farmwife au or perhaps not. goodnight.

it has been so long since i received this ask. that's my bad LMAO but that video has been running circles in my brain for WEEKS you're so RIGHT nico would absolutely give jack all these pretty little dresses to wear! something about nico wanting everyone else to see how pretty jack is but knowing he belongs to nico... anyway.

[baiyunli]

THE MID WIFE POST IS SOOOOO i can see people being like “poor nico his wife is pretty but can’t even *insert thing wives do in farms idk*!!” meanwhile nico is like jack is perfect for me :)) couldn’t ask for a better wife :))) BLINDLY IN LOVE!!!!! ahhh i’m so excited for this fic

NO THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENS! i think jack is so good with all the children in town but he also hasn't made a secret of his lack of aptitude in like. Most household tasks (scrubbing floors, churning butter, etc.) and people are always talking about how difficult it must be for nico to put up with it :/ even IF his wife is very pretty :/ but nico doesn't even care because he's soo besotted with jack!!!

[baiyunli]

just saw a video of jack interacting with a baby and all i could think was wow… he needs to get pregnant now. this is an emergency. nico if you don’t get on this asap i will have to take matters into my own hands.

oh my god ABSOLUTELY. every video of him or nico with kids makes me feel completely deranged. there is a whole extended cut of farmwife au that includes them having like, five or six kids (there's nothing else to do on the farm besides ******* *****). i need him to get knocked up so bad it makes ME look stupid.

but also, if you take it into your own hands i personally would not be mad... someone needs to step up! nico has a job to do!!

[baiyunli]

so in farmwife au if they have a bunch of babies… is it mpreg 🫣 bc i think the 1386 tag has a severe lack of jack getting knocked up. it’s not my fault he looks and behaves so breedable and submissive

dear anon, it absolutely IS and we are on the SAME wavelength here!!! farmwife au is MY idfic sandbox and i think they have sooo many chubby babies who toddle around the farm and bring them baskets of little prairie flowers they picked and help raise the new calfs :) general not-really-nsfw absurdity under the cut lol

i just think it's kind of the natural extension of like, the fact that both of them love kids + nico's general aura of possessiveness around jack... it makes sense to me that he would have an insane breeding kink about that LMFAO and obviously jack would be THE most spoiled terrible housewife when he's expecting, lounging around all day while nico TOILS outside in the FIELDS and only going out to give him emotional support kisses while he's shearing the sheep or whatever :)

and you're sooo right jack IS so breedable. there is this one picture of him (first one here) that constantly makes me feel feral. the way his head is tilted. peeking up through his lashes. his little red mouth. he wants to be held down and knocked up and someone needs to oblige him!! honestly the fact that no one has written this before is kind of beyond me, especially with nico's whole. werewolf Thing he has going on but if you ever wanted to fill that niche... i would be a more than willing audience

[baiyunli]

no bc your farmwife au fic would actually heal my soul i believe that

i am going to print this out and put it on a sticky next to my laptop so i feel bad every time i think about working on farmwife au and decide not to LMFAO but thank you so much!!! i am so glad to hear that and i hope it nourishes you whenever i eventually post it (which should be some time in september, fingers crossed!!)

[baiyunli]

your post about trophy wife jack is so real like i truly believe if hockey didn’t work out for him his only other option would have been to become a trophy wife

this is the objective truth and i will hold it as such until proven otherwise. he only has two things going for him: playing hockey and looking pretty, so obviously if the first one didn't pan out he'd have to use his other asset to its full advantage! honestly, i think the funniest part is that he'd be the worst trophy wife in the world anyway because he can't even cook - his skillset includes sitting on the counter kicking his feet and giggling while nico makes dinner :/ it's not fair to expect anything more from him!!

[baiyunli]

on my knees begging you to post more nicojack, your summer fic is one of my absolute faves and i would love to read more of your writing and your characterizations of them

the snippet of the retirement fic was so good

thank you!!! i would love to post more of them (and i definitely will be in the future) but to be candid, i think writing frequently is something that requires me assessing my relationship with what i write and how much enjoyment i get from it, which is to say i need to stop Thinking so much about it and just do it. i love that you love summer fic because it's probably one of my least favourite things i've written, but i need to understand that my feelings about it are not the same as other people's reactions to it! and that's okay.

i do have several in-progress fics languishing in my google drive right now if you want me to talk about any of them - my only real project at the moment is my mail-order bride au, but i also have uhh retirement fic, an actors au, ski instructor fic, and canon divergence where jack went to the rangers instead, as well as probably like 500 others i've mentioned in tags at various points that i'm just forgetting about right now LMAO feel free to ask me anytime and i'd be happy to provide, and thanks again!!

[baiyunli]

Hi Yun! Please ignore that I just accidentally unfollowed you instead of sending an ask, but:

11. Do you have specific playlists for writing fics?

writer asks

hi ro! thank you so much for appeasing me with this question! creating playlists is all I really ever do for fics haha my current fixation is a jack/nico mail order bride au set in the 1800s that lil and I have been talking about for weeks and has truly fanned the fire of my childhood little house on the prairie obsession. there's a pinterest board and a ton of research on prairie life in the 1800s, but approximately zero words of actual writing despite the whole thing being planned out in a fair amount of detail. the playlist has pretty much exactly what you'd expect for any vaguely cottagecore-adjacent fic (just like, an obscene amount of Hozier and the Cranberries), and i'm listening to it basically every day at this point! thanks for the question <3

[baiyunli]

what are some other wips you have or nicojack fic ideas?

great question! jack/nico wise: my current fixation is the oft-mentioned mail order farmwife au set in the 1880s, as well as a half-baked actors au riffing off this lovely fic. i've added the appropriate fic tags to this post for your perusal as well!!

throughout the past year i've cycled through a couple other ideas that have held my attention for various periods of time: retirement fic, ranger jack, a ski instructors fic that i started last year and haven't picked up since, and then a few random chatfics i've tossed back and forth with lil. i'm definitely missing Many of them but off the top of my head: tennis au, boy prince nico set in some nebulous medieval-esque universe, and like five hundred pwp fics that truly are just. not suited for human consumption.

i have wips for a few other pairings, but honestly i think the reason i haven't made much progress on them is bc i am physically incapable of finishing anything that isn't about jack and nico at this point, which is embarrassing LMFAO there's a leon/matthew fwb fic i meant to write for the short fic fest but didn't fully get around to, and an alex/quinton breakup-makeup that i've been talking about for months on end (i want to talk about it So badly and i have been keeping it inside for months!!!)

these are at extremely wide-ranging stages of completion, but i do have some kind of plot for most of them so i would be happy to elaborate on anything ^^