#mistria x reader

Caldarus will never stop loving the softness of your lips on his.

It isn’t just the physical sensation of kissing that appeals to Caldarus (though, trust me, he adores it). There’s an emotional aspect as well.

Kissing you makes him feel…human. Or, humanly connected to you, at the very least. 

That isn’t to say he feels insecure about his human-esque form, or feels he cannot love you the same way as your fellow humans. Not at all. He just loves connecting with you in distinctly human ways. Kissing, especially on the lips, is such a distinctly human way to express love. He is overjoyed when he gets to relearn humans through you, after his long slumber.

He wonders often what you feel when he kisses you, what his lips feel like to your mortal ones. He hopes his are as warm as yours.

Hayden is the world’s biggest (and best) hugger.

This is just common knowledge. Hayden loves giving and receiving hugs. Hugs are not partner exclusive for him, either; if he knows someone, he’s hugging ‘em.

That being said…you definitely get the rights to some extra special, super exclusive hugs as his lover. 

When Hayden hugs you, his hands splay across your back, like he’s trying to feel as much of your skin as he can. He holds you impossibly close and squeezes you tightly, but not enough to hurt. Years of handling animals have taught him the perfect amount of pressure to apply in any embrace (he hugs a LOT of animals). 

Each and every time you hug, he nuzzles his cheek against your hair and coos words of adoration. No, he never runs out of sweet nothings for you.

Reina loves letting you lay your head on her chest.

There’s nothing she loves more than allowing her hardworking farmer to rest with her at the end of a long day. She gets so much satisfaction and joy from laying with you and letting you snuggle into her chest.

Her biggest love language is acts of service (largely through cooking). Acting as your pillow makes her feel like she’s providing for you, but in a cuddly way! What can she say? She’s a pamperer.

She runs her hand through your hair every time, either humming one of the songs her mother taught her or chit-chatting about her day.

Occasionally, you fall asleep like that, nestled against her. She never wakes you. You need your rest! She stays put until you wake up (or, more often, just falls asleep with you).

Valen never misses the opportunity to rest a hand on the small of your back.

The dear town doctor is a bit teasing with her touch. She likes watching your body respond to hers, even in the smallest ways. She’s very observant of how you react to her attention. 

On evenings spent at the Sleeping Dragon, she slides her hand across your lower back as she takes a seat on the stool next to yours. She lets her hand linger there once she’s settled.

Valen isn’t one to interrupt your conversations with others when she wants attention. But she isn’t one to sit idly by, either. Instead, she approaches from behind and silently waits her turn. This waiting, of course, includes her placing her hand on your hip and giving it a small squeeze, before her fingers wander to your back and wait there while you finish your chat.

Juniper gets cranky if she doesn’t have time in the day to rest her legs on you.

At the end of a long day, there is nothing Juniper enjoys more than draping her legs across your lap. She particularly enjoys doing this while she drinks wine and, well, whines LOL. Or gossips with you. Often both.

It’s something she can do in private, that both lets her be in control of things but also shows you that she trusts you and enjoys your presence…without having to say so aloud.

She never asks you to, but you can tell from the almost imperceptible red hue that appears on her cheeks that she loves when you rest a hand on the bare skin of her leg as you listen to her, nodding along to show your focus. And when you start tracing soothing patterns with your thumb? She has to take a sip of her wine to hide her face.

Ryis knows it’s basic, but he can’t help the way he loves holding hands.

Ryis is a romantic. He knows it. You know it. Everyone knows it. 

Holding hands is classic. It’s cute. (“Almost as cute as your smile,” in his own words.) He loves it. It gives him even more of the warm, fuzzy feelings he associates with even just the thought of you. 

His favorite time of day has become his breaks, when you make the time to join him on the Eastern Road for a few minutes. You two sit on a bench across from the tree you grew together and watch the birds.

No words need to be spoken when he slowly moves his hand closer to you, his pinky finger grazing yours. You merely laugh and intertwine your fingers. He gives your hand a squeeze in reply.

Eiland insists on linking arms whenever you two stroll together.

It is nonnegotiable for him! He wants to be your gentleman, always. He grew up with a lot of etiquette training, and by gosh, he wants to finally put it to use!

I’m being so serious. If it weren’t for you being the most capable adventurer he knows, he’d be throwing his coat over puddles for you. (He still will if you let him. Don’t, by the way; you both know he likes his clothes and will be sad after.)

Eiland knows he can be a lot at times, and that his mind can wander. Having your arm in his, with you walking steady at his side,it grounds him. It makes his thoughts go from flitting here and there, past and future…to settling on you, and your present. Together.

Adeline absolutely melts whenever you hold her face in your hands.

She had no idea how much she liked the feeling until you came along. 

One day, she was rambling, stressed over her duties and feeling like she wasn’t doing enough. Mid-sentence, you gently took hold of her face, your hands cupping her cheeks. You swear to this day that you watched her eyes turn heart-shaped in real time.

She didn’t know she needed that sort of thing until that very moment. And now that she does know, it’s become your patented tunnel vision breaker. Whenever Adeline gets in her head, you lovingly cup her face and all her thoughts turn to jelly.

Sometimes she can feel an anxiety attack coming on and goes to you before it gets bad, lifting your hands and pressing them to her cheeks.

Celine can’t keep herself from kissing you on the cheek.

She just loves giving you little smooches to show her appreciation! You do so much for her, and for Mistria, on a daily basis. She can’t help but swoon over you.

To Celine, cheek kisses are simple, sweet, and effective. And she can do them in public, too! They’re not overboard PDA. To her, they’re just right.

No matter how many times she gives you a quick peck, she always blushes afterward. It’s a Pavlovian response at this point. Even if she’s keeping her cool pretty well, there’s no stopping the giddy flush on her face and the little giggle she lets out.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

She has fantastic boobs and she knows it. She knows you appreciate her feminine figure, too. She’s too classy to flaunt it in public, but best believe she’s showing it off when it’s just the two of you. She’ll actually be a little offended if you don’t get your hands on her flawless  tits whenever you get the chance. 

Her favorite part of you would have to be your hands. They look so good doing some knife work in the kitchen, and they feel so good working on her. She’s spent a lot of time watching your hands as they carefully peeled fruits and picked all the white stuff off oranges just so they’d be perfect for her, wondering how they’d feel against her skin. Or inside of her. 

She’s also an ass woman. She knows that’s not very ladylike, so it’s not something she puts out there right away…but she notices. She’s very fond of giving you playful smacks on the ass as you try to slip by her in the kitchen. She also looooves grabbing onto some cheek during sex. Free real estate! 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

She had one previous long-term relationship with someone who left Mistria after the earthquake. It wasn’t terrible or anything, but it also wasn’t going to be forever, even if they didn’t skip town. Most importantly: it gave Reina the chance to learn a lot about herself sexually. She knows *just* what she likes. She also knows the importance of learning what your partner likes. She’s past the whole fumbling and figuring it out stage and she’s ready to rock your world. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

She likes riding you. It gives you the perfect opportunity to lavish her perfect breasts with the attention they deserve—her nipples are especially sensitive. She’s kind of sensitive in general, so riding you means she can control the intensity a little better. She also likes being a very, very active participant in your lovemaking. She knows what she likes, so why not help you out? Being on top makes it easy to touch herself when she gets close. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

She’s very romantic during intimacy in a very genuine and unforced way. She’s not trying to put on the moves; she’s just like this naturally. She’ll drop the most ridiculously sweet line right in the middle of doing the nastiest things. Somehow it never seems out of place. She’s not a shy gal, but she’s also not super into dirty talk or stuff like that. She prefers to let her actions show how much she wants you, while her words show how much she adores you. You’re going to need to figure out for yourself what it does to you to hear things like “oh, you’re the best thing that ever happened to me” while your head is between her legs. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Ooh, the way she makes a meal of you. Reina’s lips and tongue are good at many things; detecting the subtlest flavor, spilling sweet nothings, sipping wine. But truly, she excels at using her mouth to drive you crazy. She may be unrivaled in the craft of oral sex. It took her about 0.5 seconds to decide that of all the incredible things she’s ever tasted, you are simply the most incredible. And best of all—you’re all hers. 

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.