𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄 ! 18, visual content, march main, current hours played: 31+ &
𝐙𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 ! 18, writer, ryis main, current hours played: 52+
𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒: no nsfw. open to requests but updates will be irregular. currently writing for: balor, eiland, hayden, march, olric and ryis! (caldarus will be added eventually!) zanna only writes fem or gn reader. will mostly be farmer!reader and based on the game as closely as possible! zanna will not write poly, love triangles, or yandere. masterlist below the cut!
𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 . . .
𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐑
you stayed - 1k
⤿ you taught balor how to love.
𝐄𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃
sleepover traditions - 1k
⤿ you teach your boyfriend all about sleepover activities.
𝐇𝐀𝐘𝐃𝐄𝐍
morning, sunshine - 1k
⤿ hayden is always there to give you a break.
𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇
snowstorm - 0.8k
⤿ march is worried about you getting cold.
𝐎𝐋𝐑𝐈𝐂
nothing yet . . .
𝐑𝐘𝐈𝐒
braided love - 0.5k
⤿ ryis braids your hair.
𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐒
a push too far (b, e, m, r) - 2.1k
⤿ how they react to you passing out from exhaustion/falling asleep from sleep deprivation.
the moment you knew (b, e, h, m, r) - 4.3k
⤿ the moment they realize they're in love with you.
Hello! I just wanted to say, I really liked reading your fics!
I actually don't play FoM but I'm like, vaguely aware of the characters from reddit posts, but I came across your fics in my For You page, and I had a great time reading them :D
hi anon!!!! this is such a sweet thing to say omg 🥹🥹🥹 I’m so glad you’ve enjoyed reading them!!!! I haven’t written for fom in a few months but I really want to get back to it because this fandom is always so sweet and lovely !!!! I can’t wait for the full release update. hopefully it’ll revive my fom obsession <3
i haven't played too much on the new update yet BUT FROM EVERYTHING IVE SEEN I LOVE IT???? when i reached the end of the mines on my ryis save i was like damn what do i do now.... so happy to have more levels to go through now!! plus i saw seridia's design AND HOLY BADDIE ????????????????? i didnt expect her to be like that but i love her design ‼️ looking forward to the full release <333
i love your fics you’ve made so far. i always find setting up the environment/atmosphere my favorite part of the story, and you do it so well. i’d love to be on your taglist pls! i wanna read all stories immediatelyyyy
thank you oh my goodness 🥹🥹 i think my experience writing a bunch of different creative aus for my main really helps me with this. obviously its a change writing for fom since the setting is the same in every fic but something i love about it is finding ways to poke fun at the game mechanics making them exist in a more realistic way ig lol. like reader coming back injured from the mines but completely fine the next day idk i just love it so much <33 or even for hayden's fic imagining reader coming home super late and sending her animals in at like 1:50am and just barely not making it back to bed which is why she woke up so late. i literally love how writing for a video game for the first time (and having the same setting every time) is forcing me to find new ways to grow in my writing as well! i'll def add you to the taglist right now thank you so much for being interested you're so sweet 🥹🫶
summary 𝜗𝜚 you teach your boyfriend all about sleepover activities. eiland x fem!reader (no use of y/n.) genre fluff, established relationship. cw kissing, reader paints eiland's nails, reader described to be very girly, not proofread. wc 1k
note from zanna requested here!
Eiland didn't quite see the point of a sleepover, but when you told him it was a long-standing girlhood tradition in the capital he became determined to do it right. So now he sits cross-legged on the floor with you, hair held back with a pink bow headband and a sheet mask stuck to his face.
Growing up, his sister hadn't exactly been the typical "girly" type. She liked fancy dresses, flowers, tales of romantic princesses, and looking pretty, but her real obsession came with extremely thought-out plans and schedules, scale models of Mistria's buildings down to the tiniest details, and anything and everything to do with checklists. Eiland was always too busy reading books in the library to take much note either way, so it's no surprise that he didn't know much about sleepover traditions.
However, you promised him that it would be fun (and also bribed him with fresh glowberry cookies), so he's set his expectations high. But he feels a bit squirmy dressed in a matching pyjama set to yours with fluffy slippers. The clothes aren't entirely uncomfortable, it's more so the sticky feeling of the skincare mask on his face that throws him off. He's not sure how you got yours to stick on your face so well when his keeps trying to slide off.
"How long was this supposed to sit on for?" he asks, tilting his head up to try to keep it from slipping off.
"Twenty minutes!" you supply, digging through your drawers in search of the next activity. Eiland wants to ask when he'll get to try your glowberry cookies, but he holds his tongue. It wouldn't be very princely of him to sound impatient, although you've never been one to judge his sweet tooth.
"Manicure time!" You plop down in front of him and spread out a variety of different tools, all distinctly pink and most of them glittery. Eiland doesn't have a clue what any of them could be for.
"Do I need to do anything? You know I'm not good with learning new skills."
"You just have to sit there and look pretty. Oh, and give me your hands, of course," you assure him, smiling at the tinge of pink that flares on the tips of his ears.
"I think I can do that…"
"Great! Now pick a polish!"
Eiland glances down at the bottles you have laid out in front of him. They are all different shades of pink, a mix of dusty and muted, bright and glossy and a few pastels. He picks out a softer pink, one that vaguely reminds him of a piece of old Aldarian fabric he studied for nearly a month as a teenager. He starts telling you about it as you work on his nails—everything from popular fashion silhouettes to accessible dyes. When it comes to history, Eiland has uncovered all the details.
You're a bit broader with your interests. Eiland is always impressed with how many skills you've acquired from cooking to carpentry to combat. You seem to be a natural at almost anything you try your hand at.
He always struggled to find his talents as a kid. Much like the rest of his family, he easily got consumed by tasks, hours ticking away as he lost himself in old manuscripts or hard-to-decipher scrolls. Adeline was always good at execution and planning, but he often got stuck in daydreams. There were few who shared his passion for archaeology or history, save for Errol and Terithia.
You like hearing about his discoveries, though. Anything that your boyfriend is passionate about is also interesting to you, no matter how long he could ramble about historical events or artifacts.
Over half an hour later, you finish with his nails, somehow before Eiland reaches the end of his explanation on traditional stitching methods. He seems more comfortable now that the sheet mask is off his face, only after questioning the benefits of such a product for someone who already has perfect skin nearly three times. He would always humour you in the end, though.
You take a break for cookies after his nails are dry, finishing an entire plate of them within minutes. Next comes a classic: truth or dare and would you rather's, another game that you fear Eiland doesn't quite get the concept of.
"Would you rather travel back five hundred years and witness pre-Alda civilization or kiss me five hundred times?"
You raise an eyebrow, "Is that supposed to be a hard choice? Of course I'd rather kiss you."
Eiland looks bewildered at how you chose so fast. "Is it not? I don't know which one I'd choose."
You cross your arms, "Wasn't that around the time of the Witch Queens rule? I don't think either of us would have lasted long."
"But imagine the discoveries! There's so much information lost to time. I would die for a chance to spend even an hour in those days."
"I'd still pick kissing you five hundred times."
"I think you'd get tired after 10."
"Is that a dare?"
Eiland doesn't even have to answer that. You can tell his eyes are gleaming with curiosity. How many times could you kiss him without getting tired? There's only one way to find out.
Although you start out strong, keeping the kisses short and counting out loud in between, you both soon forgot all about the dare. The plush of his lips, the faint taste of glowberry on his tongue, and his slightly disappointed look whenever you pull away quickly all get to you eventually. Eiland's not sure if making out is part of the usual sleepover traditions, but you don't seem to be protesting.
May I request that the player meets up with March right when he’s left the forge, heading towards the inn during winter, and he suggests to stick close to him because it was chilly out? (I’ve just had this similar interaction and recently found you immediately needing to request, love how you write these! ❤︎)
thank you for sending in the request!! this is super cute hehe <3 if i ever do a march play through i'll def look forward to all the cute dialogue like this w him. i hope you enjoy <33
summary 𝜗𝜚 march is worried about you getting cold. march x fem!reader (no use of y/n.) genre fluff, established relationship. cw not proofread. wc 0.8k
note from zanna requested here. such a cute lil idea tsundere boys pretending like they don't care but they actually care the most.
Sweat builds on March's forehead, even as the sky releases countless snowflakes to float down to the ground, decorating the rooftops of Mistria with bright white blankets. Working in the winter is inconvenient. He never knows whether to bundle up or keep to short sleeves like usual. After ten minutes in front of the forge, he's more than warm. Five minutes with his hammer and he works up a sweat. While the rest of the villagers put on their warmest coats, March is left pretending it's still summer.
He's gotten used to the irony of it all. Perhaps his entire life is a paradox. Every opinion he has gets flipped on its head and every expectation he has turns out to become the opposite with time. Ten months ago, he would never have believed he would fall in love with the girl he was convinced was sent purely to ruin his life.
He wasn't pleased with your arrival into Mistria. You started picking up the tasks that used to be his like they were candy, completing them with almost unreal speed and determination. It pissed him off at first, and he didn't try to hide it. But they say there's a fine line between hatred and love. He's not sure when he stepped over.
All he knows now is that he's extremely happy things turned out like this. He'd never given much thought to dating prior to your arrival, and he's sure he has a long way to go before he can be the perfect boyfriend, especially with the rough start and ugly first impression. But March would say you two are going strong right now, and everything about it is addicting.
He loves when you stop by the forge. He pretends not to notice you watching him, but still flexes his muscles a little extra just for your eyes. He's stuck on the sound of your laughter and your stunning smile that can truly light up the whole room. It's no surprise that you're popular with everyone in town, and sometimes March feels guilty for being so stubborn to come around at the beginning. But he can confidently say now that while you might be beloved by all of Mistria, he loves you the most.
He knows no one is fighting for his position as your boyfriend, but that doesn't stop him from feeling possessive and proud. He loves to subtly brag—about you, your talents, and how much of your time is devoted to him. There's no one else who can say they've tasted your lips, felt your fingers card through their hair late at night while cuddling, or been the recipient of your most thoughtful gifts.
Over time, you've given him quite the run for his money. You're a natural blacksmith; something he once felt disdain towards, but now loves with his whole heart. He will never forget when you gave him his promise ring, dainty silver that shimmers in the light, delicately carved and designed with only the most detailed hand. He's never taken it off, and he hopes it'll continue to live on his finger for the rest of his live.
The snow has been picking up since the temperature drop nearing sundown. By now, it's hovering a little above freezing and getting quite late. March tidies up his current projects, and wipes the forge clean, finishing up just as you're coming back from the mines northwest of town.
Similar to him, you don't seem very dressed for the weather. You're in your usual mining attire, consisting of protective, easy-to-move-in gear, and he swears he catches you shiver. He can't help but ask when you walk up to him.
"Don't you have a coat?"
"Are you worried about me getting cold, March?" you ask, amused. You throw your arms around his neck and him down for a hug. His hands on your waist squeeze it gently in a practiced way, just like he always does.
"'m not—just think you didn't plan very well," he defends, resting his warm cheek against your cold one. You both know that's a lie. March always worries about you, even if it isn't necessary. He's conditioned himself to ignore the cuts and bruises he finds littering your skin after every mining trip. You always seem just fine the next day, and ensure him that you would never pass out on him.
"I wouldn't call stepping around lava a sweater activity. The inn's only a ten minute walk. It won't kill me."
"Stick close to me," March insists, pulling your hand along to start walking. You roll your eyes with a slight chuckle.
"Alright. If it'll make you feel better."
He says nothing, but his grip on your hand tightening slightly is answer enough.
Hey y'all! I just wanted to let you know that I ADORED reading what you've posted so far! I love all of it.
I'm 1000% a Hayden lover. I was wo during if either one of you would be able to cook something up for me with a fem!farmer who's just had an overwhelming week and needs a break. She's bad at giving herself breaks, so her sweetheart Hayden steps in 💕. (Yes this is 100% self-serving and I'm unashamed haha)
Could you also add me to your tag-list if you have one? I'd love to keep up with the work y'all put out :)
first of all thank YOU so much!!! genuinely the biggest smile on my face when i read this you are so sweet and i'm so glad you've enjoyed the fics so far!!!
i love a soft comfort fic and with hayden is so perfect <33 hehe no shame in self indulgent fics those are the best imo! i've added you to the taglist for future works too (first one to ask btw) 🥹🥹🥹
again thank you so much i had a lot of fun writing this for you <33
summary 𝜗𝜚 hayden is always there to give you a break. hayden x reader (gn, no use of y/n.) genre fluff, comfort, established relationship. cw overworking reader once again we all know whats up <3 hayden is such a sweetheart, not proofread. wc 1k
note from zanna requested here! i love writing for hayden oml it is literally always therapeutic cause he's just so domestic and warm and comforting. started a new save today where i'll be romancing eiland but when hayden showed up to give me that watering can i lowkey folded all over again his flirting works a lil too well on me...
You knew what you were signing up for when you moved to Mistria. It was never going to be easy. Running a farm is nonstop work. You can't just take a day off to relax and not do your chores—the crops still need watering, your animals still need caring for, and there's always improvements to be made. Not to mention how much work you've taken up for the town. Adeline always has more jobs she needs helps with, and you've always been bad at saying no to errands or favours, even when you're already past your limit. You were bound to crash eventually. No one would be able to keep up the pace you were going at forever.
Hayden predicted this. You still remember his words a few months ago warning you to take it slow at times. You know Hayden has experienced practically everything that comes with running a farm—the highs, the lows, the disasters, the slow build to success, and everything else in between. He's had to work while sick, or patch up buildings during weather storms. He's had to ditch entire harvests of crops that got infested, and deal with sick animals (his least favourite thing). You've had no problem implementing all his little tips and pieces of advice into your daily routine. But you never seemed to follow the one he repeated to you most often.
Breaks are as important as productive days. You think you've finally learned that the hard way.
Your body is still sore from the countless tasks you've busied yourself with during the past week. You groan, not even wanting to get out of bed. It's already late morning, and you know you had better let your animals out for some fresh air and sunshine before the storm clouds roll in. But the pillows feel so soft under your cheek. You feel your energy draining already, and—
"Morning, sunshine! Rough start to the day?"
You could recognize the deep timbre of that voice anywhere. You're not sure whether to smile at or protest his arrival. As is, you can do nothing to fight it. You just turn over under the covers, peeking your eyes open to your new favourite sight. He's beautiful.
Hayden's brows are furrowed as he looks around your room. You cringe, realizing how messy everything has gotten. You haven't had time to clean in ages…
That doesn't seem to be what's bothering your sweet Hayden at the moment, though. He shifts past the mess, straightening items as he goes and clearing some sense of organization amongst the chaos until he reaches you. You almost want to shy away in shame, even though you know Hayden is the last person who would ever judge. You're a bit too tired to put much thought into anything, though, so you just watch with sleepy eyes.
He sits at the foot of the bed, one hand resting on your calf under the blankets. He gives a gentle squeeze to it, instantly soothing the soreness better than you ever could. You close your eyes again for a moment, pretending that you don't have a giant list of tasks still needing your attention today. If you had the choice, you would spend the whole day relaxing with Hayden doing absolutely nothing. Even cuddling for ten minutes in blissful silence would probably revitalize you more than one of Valen's tonics.
"I let your animals out to enjoy the nice weather. They seem to be pretty comfortable with me by now," he chuckles. You're pretty sure Hayden has spent almost as much time at your farm as he has his own. He's become a familiar face for your animals.
"I won't repeat myself again about taking a break. You've heard it from me enough times already," he says softly. You glance back at him, lingering for a beat on his gentle gaze that you could easily get lost in.
Hayden is a simple and honest man. He doesn't try to sell himself for more than he is, only ever relying on his candid achievements. As such, you've always been able to spot the emotions in his eyes. Right now they gleam with worry and love and patience in almost overwhelming amounts. Hayden has always been so invaluable to you. First as a new acquaintance, showing you the ropes of farming and ranching. Then, as a friend, always willing to share stories over a cup of tea or one of his mouthwatering home cooked meals. Now, it's as a lover, one you always know is looking out for you in a million ways.
"I should get up. It's already almost noon and I promised Adeline I would talk to her about new town improvements for the Inn," you mumble, hoping that saying the words out loud will somehow motivate you to actually get started on doing them. It doesn't really help, and Hayden can see the reluctance written on your face.
"I've already told Adeline that you're taking the day off," Hayden supplies in response.
"But the plants—"
"—Have already been watered," he smiles, then leans closer. "Your pumpkins look fabulous this year, might I add. I hope you'll let me bake you a pie with one of them."
A satisfied smile grows on his face as he watches your expression morph from shock to acceptance. Hayden finds great pleasure in treating you like this, lending a hand when you need it the most. And it's only fair. He can't even count the times you've done the same.
"Now, how does taking the rest of the day off sound?" he asks as you sit up, his hands reaching to smooth over your messy bedhead in a way you can only pinpoint as pure adoration. "I hope you won't grow tired of my company after a few hours."
summary 𝜗𝜚 you taught balor how to love. balor x reader (gn, no use of y/n.) genre fluff, established relationship (but a lot of the fic describes balor's life before). cw balor has a lot of self-hatred and struggles with whether he deserves happiness. kissing. thoughts of marriage. not proofread. wc 1k
note from zanna requested here. i haven't seen too much of balor's storyline in my own play through yet but i have watched his 8 heart event a while back when i was struggling to write for him and now i have a lot of thoughts for him in general. i still need to experience his whole wheedle storyline for myself and learn more about him through dialogue, but overall i think i have a pretty good picture of balor's character and he is so fun to write <3.
Marriage has always been a touchy subject for Balor. An institution that felt so opposite of his chosen lifestyle was never something he felt could be a viable option. Plus, who would even like him enough to spend a lifetime together? Relationships required vulnerability. That terrified Balor. He's done his best to move on from his past mistakes and live a better life, but it never is quite that easy. The idea of someone finding out about everything he's tried to hide—of their opinion of him changing because of it? For someone who prided himself on bravery, Balor was so scared.
His mind is like a double-edged sword. Without it, his work would not even be remotely possible. He's able to read customers like an open book, find the best possible deals for valuable items, and use his wits to stay out of the most dangerous situations. But, he also tends to overthink and overanalyze. He's self-critical, and at the worst of times, even loathes himself. Perhaps his life of solitude has developed into some sort of self-inflicted punishment over the years. Helping Mistria get back on its feet felt like a cheap disguise at first. Everyone in town was too nice, too much of a community. How could Balor ever breach that with his ugly past?
Years before he ever step foot into Mistria, Balor had convinced himself he wasn't worthy of the type of love he saw in others. Marriage was certainly far out of the question. As he perfected his craft, got more immersed in the trade world, and allowed goodbyes to start feeling like second nature, he accepted his reality completely. No one in their right mind would ever want to marry him. Besides, even if he did wonder what it would be like to feel wholly loved by another person, getting to know someone—actually learn them—was entirely out of his comfort zone. If there ever happened to be someone interested in him, Balor is more than sure he would scare them off after a while. No one ever stays.
But, it's different now. Those thoughts, ideas, rules that he based himself around started to crumble when you came into his life. Stubborn, determined, and with way too much patience. You've changed him; led him down an entirely new path. At first, your devotion was almost overwhelming. No one ever showed so much obvious interest in him. No one was ever so determined to make him theirs. Not until you showed up.
He had to get used to the emotions he hadn't encountered before at first. When he came to terms with his own feelings, it only made him feel even more unworthy. He had never dated before—at least not successfully. You deserved only the best. The first few months of your relationship with Balor was rocky. But still, you never lost your saint-like patience. For every failure or screw-up on his part, you only gave him a gentle smile. For every doubt that arose, you washed away with a loving hand. You, unrelenting, showed Balor how cherished he truly was.
You are, without a doubt, the best thing that has ever happened to him.
These thoughts have grown more frequent recently. It's the middle of Summer, a time when Mistria is always at its peak. Somehow, Balor has been able to call you his for over a year now. Life is good, and he feels content. It's almost strange how he feels he could live forever in this one moment, how he even wishes that time would stop and let him bask in it a bit longer.
It's the opposite of what he's used to. There's no urgency, no danger, no itching feeling in the back of his head that he has to finish up business quick and get out of this town before someone finds him out. No, he's safe here. He's happy. He's loved.
Here, on your farm, sitting on the front steps as he watches you usher your chickens back into their coop for the night. It's so peaceful he almost wants to laugh. Who could have predicted he would find the most happiness in such a simple life? Growing crops, raising animals, living off the land—you truly have changed his outlook.
When you close the gate of the coop and brush off some stray pieces of hay from your clothes, Balor straightens but is unable to wipe that gaze off of his face. The lovesick one, the one you always tease him about. He looks at you as if you're his entire universe, more precious than any rarity he's hunted after, too valuable to be bought with all the tesserae in the world. You're his, and he's so damn lucky.
You saunter over to him, already smiling. You're not sure whether he pulls you there first or if you already had your destination set on it, however you end up on his lap. His arm wraps around your waist, keeping you steady and close, and his face dips down to kiss you smoothly.
He's gotten bolder over the past few months—his slightly devious merchant personality shining through. You're fond of it. He was extremely shy with you when you first started dating, and far too nervous to initiate anything without blushing like a fool. But now that he's found his confidence, he doesn't hold back.
You giggle as you pull away, resting your hands over his jawline, tilting his face slightly until the moon shine hits it just right. He's so stupidly handsome. And he's yours, all yours.
Balor's breath is caught in his throat when he opens his eyes and finds you staring so intently at him, holding his face like it's your most valued treasure. Yes, he really could stay in his moment forever. There's nothing else he needs. Just you in his arms. With just that, he feels like the richest man on Earth.
As he reconsiders it, perhaps marriage isn't so far out of the question. You've stuck with him this far—would you want to spend the rest of your life with him?
