#fom oneshot

[itsa-bea]

March x sick!Reader

Description: when you're suddenly put out of commission by a(open ended) sickness, March decides to take that news as you slacking off and faking it. Only, when he sees you, his actions instantly betray his first impression.

Warnings: not proof read and might be faster passed near the end(I'm so tiredd..)

Notes: tagging cause I was told to :)) @cozydelaney

It was just another day. You had fed your animals, watered your crops, checked the request board, and even managed to finish Elsie's request for berries.

It was just another day.. So why were you suddenly opening your eyes in Valen's clinic..?

The sound of murmurs where heard from the other side of curtain. You could only barely manage to make the voices out to be Olric and Valen, but despite that, you still couldn't decipher what either was saying.

Things started going by in flashes. Valen talking to you.. Olric giving you a thumbs up... And then you were alone.... You were confused, but could also somehow understand that you should probably just stay in the medical bed and rest..

But you had so much to do. What if you didn't manage to put your animals back away tonight? Plus you had some request items in your bag that just needed to be handed over to the respective villagers-

Suddenly Valen walked in from out side, heading towards the counter only to turn to you in slight surprise.

"Ah- You're awake. Good." Valen said, now walking to your side as she began to explain what happened.

"You passed out outside the general store. I've subscribed you some medication, but also highly recommend getting a lot of rest this week." She said, flipping through a clip board she had just picked up from beside you.

Valen kept talking to you for a while. Answering any questions you had about your situation, how you got there, and more details on what needed to be done so you could get back to helping the town a lot faster.

You were very grateful that Mistria had a doctor like Valen. She was kind, took the time to explain things, and she didn't treat you like you were completely stupid. But right now, the thing that you were by far the most thankful about her for, was that she kept everything confidential.

Because barely a second after Valen had answered your last question was when the town's grumpy blacksmith decided to barge into the clinic. The door being swung open took you so off guard that you let out a brief yelp of a gasp, only for you to sigh out in reluctant understanding when you realised it was March standing in the door frame.

Valen was quick to stand, walk briskly forward, and close the privacy curtains around your bed before promptly asking March what he needed.

After a strangely long pause, March finally spoke on his reason for entering the clinic. "I'm here to check on the Farmer." He said, making your face heat up in a strange mix of endearment and slight anger. Why could he admit that, but never thank you to you face-

"If they're too sick to do my request I need to know." He said, adding it on a fair bit too quickly to sound casual.

You desperately wanted him to leave or for Valen to turn him away from getting to see you. March seemed more volatile then usual, and you didn't feel like being sick and vulnerable in front of the one guy in town that was adamant about hating your guts.

"I see." Valen said, a silence falling on the room for a moment before Valen spoke again. "You can't see them right now. I need to finish my consultation. But you are welcome to wait outside and I'll call you back in later." She said, and you were so grateful that Valen essentially said 'no', because you highly doubted March would wait outside for you both to be done.

But alas, once both you and Valen had covered all the bases, she went outside to check if March was still there.. Only for her to return with a very annoyed looking Blacksmith.

You were filled with dread the moment you heard March and Valen talking once back inside the clinic. The fact that March had stayed outside was a complete twist, and the moment Valen had opened the curtain you managed out a weak smile at the two of them.

"Hey March." You said, and March's face looked like he had seen a ghost.

You have no clue what March was seeing from your state, but you were quite sure it was a fair bit exaggerated. He stumbled back slightly as Valen walked closer to you, asking you a question you yourself would've stumbled from if you were standing.

"Are you okay with March walking you back? Remember, you're only to put your animals away, take your medication, and go straight to resting." She said, eyeing you as you sort of just sat there in shock. March seemed to be under the same affect, not so much as fumbled backward again, but his frown definitely gave him away that he wasn't made aware that he might be walking you back to your farm.

"Uh- Okay.." You said after a few more beats of silence passed. And before you knew it, you were being helped up onto your much weaker feeling legs by Valen before being handed over and held steady by March - who frankly acted like he had just had a piece of glass thrown at him to carry.

You both bumbled about awkwardly, neither of you wanting you to fall or lose your balance, but also not being very comfortable being led and leading.

It took some time, but eventually the river and bridge leading to your farm to came into view. It was right then when you finally questioned why March was still half cradling you, not that you minded it too much.. But at this point you definitely felt you could walk on your own.

"I can head back on my own from here." You let out, trying your best to sound reassuring and confident instead of all flustered like you still sort of were.

"No. Valen said I'd walk you to your farm.." March retorted, trailing off a bit near the end as you looked up at him in disbelief just as he looked away.

"March, I can walk. It's not too far from here and my legs feel much better now-" You started out, only for March to speak up against you in defiance. "No. I'm not having you pass out when there's no one around to carry you back to Valen. If you can walk on your own, then fine. But I'm still walking you the whole way." He said, steadily letting go of your shoulder and upper arm before simply walking the rest of the way beside you.

This new behaviour from March was strange, and only got exceedingly stranger when you got to your farm.

First you went to put your animals away, only for March to near speed walk past you and get all your animals inside in record time(while also making you question if you'd need to get new bells for your barn and coop now..).

It left you standing by the crops in front of your house in absolute gobsmack, only for March to walk back up to you. "Okay, what's next?" He asked, leaving you near speechless as you quietly mentioned just needing to take your meds now and rest.

And that's exactly what you were forced to do, thanks to this strange new version of March.

"You swallowed them?" March asked from your kitchen as you sat on you couch with now only half a glass of water left. "Yeah." You called back, still dumbstruck about the fact March was armament he was cooking you dinner.

He was back to being snappy and much more March-like now, but that only happened after you tried to politely hint that he can leave and go back home. Instead, he was straight to raiding your fridge, getting you a glass of water, and handing you the correct dosage of your new meds.

Then he asked you what you wanted for dinner, and got straight into making it.

By the time he was done with the meal and you were about to take your first mouth full of food, you suddenly questioned where his plate was when you turned to see him leaving. "Bye then. See you tomorrow." Was all you heard before he shut the door and left you sitting there in utter confusion.

It was only once you had done the dishes and were now in bed when you finally realised what March had said. 'See you tomorrow'.... What? ......No.. Surely not.... Right?

But sure enough, March showed up at your door the next day, asking for your watering can before tending the fields..

And then he fed, pat, and let all the animals, out...

And then he made you breakfast..!

You didn't dare bring up this strange new behaviour, at least not that day, because sure enough, that whole next week of you being sick was filled with March showing up at your door.

"I've done your animals and crops, now have you damn meds!" March said, not fully shouting, but definitely loosing his temper.

You were at the point of hating the sensation of needing to swallow pills in order to get better. Why couldn't your dragon bestie just give you magic to cure being sick??

"I don't want to!!" You argued back, wanting nothing more than to be better already.

"I'll get you ice cream if you swallow the damn thing before I'm back from watering your crops." March said, getting up from your bed and heading outside to do said watering.

After the third day of showing up, March made it very clear that he was going to be helping you out, but you were still a bit confused as to why. Reluctantly swallowing your meds with water, you thought back on the March that always made a dig at you. It wasn't as if March had stopped making off handed comments, but they were much tamer, and he was always searching your face to see if he pushed it too far.

You didn't really miss that March, but you were also scared that this March would only be around when you were sick.. And you were really growing to enjoy this side he was showing.

He was still rough around the edges, but he would put so much care, effort, and strangely enough, understanding into the things he'd help you out with.

It was mostly just your farms manual labour tasks, but he'd also always cook you something. Not to mention, he'd always check if you'd had your meds, and after the day you almost forgot to take them, he started showing up first thing to make sure you had them on time.

Finally, the conflicting day arrived that you were given the all clear that you could get back to helping everyone out and doing your farm work again. And instead of your fears coming to fruition, they were trampled that moment March ruffled your hair and gave you a look of absolute pride.

[itsabea]

March x Reader | Walking You Home

Description: After the events of the Shooting Star Festival, March walks you home while you try your best to stay awake and coherent. But turns out March's a bit too impatient, and you've become much too sleepy.

Warnings: i started this just after the shooting star festival update and finished it today(aka this might be choppy),

Having watched the stars with March was like a dream come true.. And even the fact that he said yes to your invitation was a miracle in and of itself!

Still, despite March having accused you of messing with him, the night ended up being a memory that you hope you'll never forget. The stars were gorgeous, his face was picturesque as the lights of the stars flew past, and when you had turned to look back at the meteor shower, you caught March staring back at you from the corner of his vision.

But of course, the night couldn't last forever, and turns out, neither could your consciousness. After about your fifth or sixth yawn, March rolled his eyes and told you that he'd be walking you back to your farm. And so here you were, sleepy eyed with your body reacting exceedingly slowly as you tried not to fall off the tree trunk and into the river on the path to the Summit.

Of course, March didn't help much, mostly offering his judgmental stare and a few off handed comments. "Are your legs asleep or something?" He asked, his tone not sounding nearly as mocking and offensive as it usually was.

"Mm.... Sorry, I- Didn't think I'd be this tired.." You said back, stepping onto the grass before letting out a breath of relieve and triumph for still being upright, and most importantly, not in the river.

Continuing on for another step, you stopped to turn back to see where March was, only to find him directly behind you. And in that moment your sleepy state really showed. It took you a good few seconds to react and step aside so that March could also get off the large tree trunk and join you on the other side of the river.

Now following behind March, who was already a third of the way down the stairs, you went down the first step. Placing your foot on the stone made a low echo sound out from the contact it made with your shoes. A very audible sigh left March as you frowned tiredly and looked down at him, watching as he started making his way up the steps again and stopped two steps down from you.

There was a solid moment of silence, and your eyes had the time to slowly blink twice before watching March rather adamantly extend his hand out towards you.

"Like I said.. I won't here the end of it if you fall over and hurt yourself.. So just hurry up and take it..!" March clarified, looking away from you as you smiled and silently accepted the offer by taking his hand. You knew full well that you wouldn't make it home without stumbling over something, which is also fairly likely to happen more than once.

Slowly but surely, March guided you down the stairs as you internally started thinking about how warm and inviting his hand is. While his callouses were rough, and his hand was slightly shaky, it felt so.. Gentle and careful while holding your own.

Neither of you spoke as you got to the end of the stairs, over the pillar-bridge of the lower part of the river, and towards the Museum. Every now and then your eyes would slowly close before you had to mentally pry them open, and each time March would slow down slightly and lightly squeeze your hand that was still linked with his.

After you both passed the massive rock that you'd frequently crack open to get a quick sapphire, March spoke up. "How tired are you?" He asked, not a single hint of mock or accusation in his tone.

It took a whole second for you to fully register his question, and another second to give your answer. "Super tired.... Gonna sleep in till ten on purpose in the morning.." You managed out just before a yawn escaped you as you tried, and failed to stifle it.

After a few more steps in silence, March suddenly stopped, hesitatingly letting go of your hand before crouching on the floor in front of you. March somehow managed to sense the confused frown you wore, as he clarified his actions soon after. "Hop on.. You're taking too long." He said, and although you weren't fully convinced, you awkwardly got onto his back anyway.

Neither of you spoke for a while afterwards, and it was admittedly even more of a challenge to stay awake while being hauled home by March. Carrying the weight of your body seemed like no trouble at all for March, and not only that, but you could also feel the loud thrum of his heart beat reaching you from his back. It started out slow and methodical, but the moment you relaxed further into him, it started racing, almost as if he was panicked.

You didn't say anything, or, at least you didn't intend to. But unfortunately for you, March sounded out in reply. "I can't turn my heart off..! Sigh.. We're almost there, don't fall asleep yet, got it?" He said, making you sigh out a groan at the fact you couldn't fall asleep anymore.

It really wasn't much longer until you both entered your farm. The scenery wasn't quite how you wanted it yet, but it was getting there. March hadn't so much as taken a glance, making a direct, yet casual beeline for your home. It wasn't a long walk, but it did turn out to be long enough for you to start dozing off.

By the time March was at your door and asking you if you had a key, you were fairly unresponsive. The only reply you gave was a few half hearted grumbles and a final huff before weakly trying to kick the door open. March sighed at your attempt of you trying to enter your house, but instead of biting, snapping, or being a pain, he somehow ended up being.. Kind. At least in his own way.

"No key?" He asked, prompting you to shake your head against his shoulder before he opened your door. It took March no time to locate your bed and carry you toward it, and the mattress and blankets looked so inviting to you that you reached out for them so as to flop on your bed.

In the end, you not only landed on your beloved bed, but also took March down with you. And before you could even think about or debate the consequences of your actions, you went straight to sleep.

March, for one, didn't take to being dragged down with you and onto your bed too kindly, but before he could shout out a frustrated, and admittedly flustered response, you had started snoring. It wasn't loud or obnoxious, but it definitely sounded like you were exhausted. For March, it wasn't up to any kind of debate that you should rest, but he would've been lying to himself if he didn't admit that seeing you asleep was a.. Slight comfort.

But nevertheless, March took his leave, walking back to town and up into the Blacksmiths before heading to bed himself. All while not being able to wipe a fond, satisfied grin off his face, let alone knowing it was there. And the worst part? March wasn't the slightest bit aware that Olric had caught sight of him smiling as he headed to his room.

[inc0gnitoo]

GUYS..

fields of mistria.

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post requests rn. i love this man so much.

[loveandpeaceanddoughnuts]

Under the Stars ~ Eiland x Reader

a Fields of Mistria oneshot about stargazing at the Western Ruins! <3 // [ao3]

“We’re almost there!” Eiland’s hair shone in the moonlight as he waved you on, his eyes sparkling as he scrambled over the rocks. His excitement was contagious, and you found yourself echoing his breathless laughter as the two of you drew closer to the Western Ruins. “You’ve never seen anything like this, I promise,” he called over his shoulder, sliding down the dirt walls of the digsite. You followed much less gracefully, tumbling down after him in a puff of dusty earth. 

“Ah, perfect!” Eiland sprawled out next to you, heedless of his fine clothes, and folded his arms behind his head. “One step ahead of me as always.” He grinned. “Look up.” 

You let your gaze follow where he was pointing, straight into the night sky above you. “Oh wow…” 

“Yeah,” he breathed. “Wow.” You lay side by side in the sand under an inky veil dotted with countless stars. It felt as if the town had vanished, leaving no one on Earth but you and Eiland to witness the spectacle of the Mistrian sky.

“This is my favorite place in the world.” He stared up as he spoke, a gentle vulnerability in his tone. “It makes me feel so small, in the best way. I need that sometimes.” He turned to face you and tucked his hand under his chin like a little kid. “Do you feel it?”

“Feel what?”

“Shh. Close your eyes for a second.” He reached for your hand and pressed your palm flat into the earth. With your eyes closed, the sounds of the summer night multiplied, Eiland’s soft breaths a top note to the symphony of cicadas and rustling grass. A thrill ran through you that had nothing to do with the cool breeze. His hand rested heavily on yours, as warm and soft as the sand itself. His touch grounded you, and as you cast your senses outward you felt something deep and peaceful settle on your shoulders. 

“Underneath us lies hundreds, thousands of years of history. People were born here, built homes here, had their own children here, died and were mourned and buried here. There are whole lifetimes scattered across this sand, this earth.” His voice was reverent, and you kept your eyes closed almost unthinkingly, letting him sweep you into his story. 

“All of that history beneath us, and the whole universe above us, so close you could reach out and brush the stars.” He gently curled his fingers into your palm, intertwining your hands. “It makes me feel so insignificant, but at the same time so connected to everything…like everything that matters is right here.” 

You loved the way that Eiland got so excited when he talked about his passions. You could listen to him wax poetic about ancient art and lost civilizations forever. But when you opened your eyes, he was looking right at you, his cheeks turned the same shade as his hair by a soft blush.

You couldn’t do anything but stare back at him for a moment, entranced by the way he looked at you, hopeful and vulnerable and gentle all at once. “I do feel it, Eiland,” you whispered, and he squeezed your hand. “Thank you for bringing me here.”

“There’s no one else I’d rather share this place with than you.” He reached out and brushed his thumb along your cheek. “There are stars in your eyes.”

It was your turn to blush, and you stammered an answer. “You…look really pretty right now, okay?”

Eiland laughed. “No I mean literally, the stars are reflected in your eyes!”

You threw your arm over your face, embarrassed, and he kept laughing as he pulled it back down. He smirked at you, raising one perfect eyebrow. “You think I’m really pretty?”

“Shut up, Eiland!” You laughed too, both of you giddy and blushing at each other. You moved closer, your shoulders touching as the two of you quieted and turned back to the sky. “But yes, I do.” 

You could hear the smile in his voice. “I think you’re really pretty too. As stunning and delicate and mesmerizing as an Alda Gem Bracelet!” There was the Eiland you knew, ever the archaeologist.

Hand in hand, you watched the stars wheel over your heads. Eiland named every constellation he could see and eagerly explained the meanings they had held for Mistria’s past civilizations.

He tore his eyes away from the heavens to look at you every so often, his eyes sparkling like you were one of his precious artifacts. 

Somewhere between retellings of long-lost legends you had drawn closer and closer together until you were snuggled into Eiland’s chest. He wrapped one arm around you while he gestured into the sky with the other, and you could feel the steady beat of his heart against your cheek.

A shooting star fell just above you in a sudden streak of silver-green light. You both jumped, twin cries of “Did you see that?!” that dissolved into laughter. 

“Make a wish!”

He hummed thoughtfully. “I can hardly think of anything to wish for. I wouldn’t change anything about this moment.” His voice dropped, almost shy. “Would you?” 

“Maybe one thing.” You leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. Eiland sucked in a breath as you smiled against his skin.

“Oh…” He traced the spot where your lips had been with shaky fingers, wide-eyed and star-struck. A pale golden light spilled over the horizon, the first hint of daybreak. The stone ruins around you were backlit, and Eiland’s pink waves were haloed with the sunrise. You stayed curled together until the last star winked out. He never let go of your hand.

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an: if you made it this far, I would love to make more FOM moots!! I'm so in love with this game rn whew <3 hoping to write with Balor and March soon!

[himeofshyness]

𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙵𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝙼𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚄𝚙𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎

[After countless side quests—gathering rare relics, artifacts, and questionable items,—casting complicated spells (including accidentally turning their cow blue for a week and setting a tree on fire), the Farmer finally frees Caldarus from his statue prison.]

Caldarus: *stands before them, now in human form, his dragon wings unfurled, horns glinting in the sunlight, and a tail lazily swishing behind him. The air practically hums with power.*

Farmer: *gawking, inner thoughts* Oh no. He’s hot. Like, "burn-down-my-crops" hot.

Caldarus: *stretching his wings, glancing at his hands with a satisfied grin* I’m finally free… after a thousand years. I can feel the wind again. *breathes deeply* No more being a glorified lawn ornament.

Farmer: *still staring* Uh-huh. Majestic. Totally majestic.

Caldarus: *turning to them with a charming smile* Truly, I owe you a debt I cannot hope to repay. Tell me, Farmer. What reward would suffice for freeing me?

Farmer: *already holding out a bouquet, a ring, and a chest full of their finest gold and jewels* Simple. Marry me.

Caldarus: *blinking, wings twitching in surprise* ...Pardon?

Farmer: Look, you’re tall, you have wings, horns and you practically radiate ‘mysterious ancient power.’ You expect me not to shoot my shot?

Caldarus: *staring at the offerings, then at the Farmer, tail flicking in amusement* You freed me from an ancient curse and your first thought was marriage?

Farmer: *nodding enthusiastically* Yup. Right here, right now. We can skip the long courting phase. I’ve got the ring, the flowers, and enough wealth to fund a honeymoon in every region of Mistria. Let’s go.

Caldarus: *crossing his arms, smirking* I see you’ve also conveniently ignored the thousand-year gap in life experience. I don’t even know what a 'honeymoon' is.

Farmer: Don’t worry, I’ll teach you. Lesson one: It involves a lot of cake and maybe—just maybe, romantic walks under the moonlight. Lesson two: you looking like that means I have no self-control.

Caldarus: *chuckling, wings rustling* Hmm. So bold. I do admire confidence in a mortal. But tell me, are you proposing because of my power… or my devastatingly good looks?

Farmer: *deadpan*...Yes.

Caldarus: *sighing, rubbing his temples as his tail sways* I suppose I should have expected this. You were always talking to my statue about your tragic love life.

Farmer: *shrugging* Hey, you gave great advice! Plus, you could’ve warned me that you were this attractive.

Caldarus: As a statue? Should I have etched a warning plaque? ‘Caution: Restoring this relic may result in intense attraction.’

Farmer: Honestly? It would’ve saved me a lot of emotional turmoil right now.

Caldarus: *snorts, wings twitching with amusement* And you believe a mere proposal is enough? Have you considered the implications? I am an immortal dragon guardian. Marriage is a… complicated matter.

Farmer: Pfft. You sound like you’re overthinking it. I mean, you’ve been stuck as a statue for a thousand years. Surely you’ve had time to think about settling down.

Caldarus: *deadpan* Yes. Clearly, I spent every waking moment contemplating wedding registries and floral arrangements.

Farmer: See? You’re a natural. I’ll handle the registry; you just show up looking majestic and vaguely dangerous.

Caldarus: *exasperated but amused, pacing with his tail flicking* Do you always leap into life-altering decisions without thought?

Farmer: Absolutely. Did you not hear the part where I accidentally turned my cow blue? Commitment issues? Never heard of them.

Caldarus: *pauses, glancing back with a raised brow* That… explains a great deal.

Farmer: Come on. We already have a history. Remember when I told your statue self about that embarrassing date with the cute blacksmith?

Caldarus: *groans dramatically, covering his face with one hand* Unfortunately, I do recall. You spoke for three hours.

Farmer: And yet you didn’t turn to dust. Clearly, we’re meant to be.

Caldarus: *peeking through his fingers, giving them a look* You are infuriating.

Farmer: But charmingly persistent.

Caldarus: *sighing, wings drooping slightly as he gives a reluctant smile* Persistent is one word for it.

Farmer: *grinning, stepping closer* So… is that a ‘yes’?

Caldarus: *arching a brow, giving them a slow, teasing look* Hmm. Tempting. But I’m afraid you’ll have to do better than showing up with shiny trinkets and reckless confidence.

Farmer: Wow. Harsh. After everything I did to free you?

Caldarus: *smirking, wings giving a playful flick* I am grateful. Truly. But I’ve been sealed for a thousand years. I’m hardly rushing into a binding contract with a mortal who once confessed they tried to romance a merchant for discount prices.

Farmer: *groans* Okay, first off, it was a strategic decision. Second, it didn’t work anyway. Third—!

Caldarus: *laughing now, warm and rich, shaking his head* Enough. Your desperation is amusing, but I need time to explore this world again. Perhaps if you prove yourself more… convincingly, we’ll revisit this conversation.

Farmer: *grinning smugly* Oh, you’re so into me.

Caldarus: *turning away, tail flicking with mock indifference* Keep telling yourself that, mortal.

Farmer: *calling after him* Don’t worry, I will! You will be mine!

Caldarus: *under his breath, smiling* ...Infuriating mortal indeed.

[bea-stie]

just a heads up!(fom)

if any of you are here for fom reblogs(which hey, thanks), i've made a side blog specifically for fom/other hyperfixation stuff

so if you want reblogs, writing, and the occasional art then following >> @itsa-bea will get you more mistria posts then here(of which i'll mostly be posting art and non fom stuff)

if i post fom fanart, it will be here, but i'll also reblog it there ^^

that's all - hope you all are staying safe, and i wish you all the best!

[finniestoncrane]

I just wanna kiss Arkham Riddler all over his stupid body. His lips, his cheeks, his jaw, neck, chest, stomach, thighs, cock! I just wanna smother him with affection and show him how much I love him. Can you please write something with reader smooching Arkham Eddie all over? Idk I’d it’s a oneshot or headcanons, anything works for me.😊

So Many Kisses

Arkham!Riddler Headcanons hi hello omg yes i am obsessed with the idea of peppering his entire body with kisses, like pushing through his copious body hair and get covered in stains from all the dirt on him u-u request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: kisses and cock, deliscious

he's not exactly the biggest fan of physical affection, because it kind of gets in the way of him working

there's nothing stopping him from tinkering with his robots while you stand behind him telling him he's amazing and intelligent

but something physical, a hug, a pat, holding hands, it takes more attention that he usually cares to give to something that isn't himself or his work

but if you're in an established relationship with him, then there's a bit of a difference there

there's room for adoration and affection

because by all means he definitely believes he deserves as much of it as possible

and look, he's not going to argue with getting plenty of kisses from someone he's decided he tolerates enoughto keep around for that long

eddie sees it as a fom of worship, really

if you start from the top of his head, planting a little kiss on his messy hair or his sweating forehead

making your way down to his gaunt and stubbled cheeks

kissing through the grease stains and over his little bandaids

down his slender neck, over his collarbones and down his muscular arms

a kiss on his hands, either the palm or the back, and one on his knuckles, to gratitude to his most important tools, besides his brain

if you're lucky, you might get to kiss his chest, slim, but sturdy, covered in dark hair

and look, if you've got that far, there's not going to be anything stopping you from letting those kisses trail down his stomach

following the line of hair that goes from his navel and disappears under the top of his pants

sliding them down, your kisses pressed on the warm skin, through body hair, his cock twitching up in anticipation as you reach it

kisses, worship, the comfort in knowing how wonderful you think he is only serving to arouse him further

the final kiss, placed on the flushed and glistening head of his cock sending him past the point of no return

when he finally grabs you and kisses you back

[frodothefair]

READ ON AO3

SUMMARY : Marigold Gamgee thought she had it all, for she had married the handsome and interesting Frodo Baggins. But then, disaster struck and she was forced to flee to Rivendell with her husband and his friends, where they faced a heartbreaking decision.

PAIRING : Frodo/Marigold Gamgee (Sam’s sister in canon). Not Frodo/OC but rather a rarepair. RATING : T┃WORD COUNT : 11 K THEMES : Tenth walker AU... but not quite. A/N : This was originally a variant of the Flowers of Mordor AU, but you do NOT need to have read FoM to understand and appreciate this piece. Renamed (it used to be known as Rivendell), and reposted after a round of edits to align with my current writing style, since I've learned a lot in the last couple of years. For now it is a oneshot, but I have nefarious plans to turn it into a longfic when I'm done with my current project, so watch this space! TAGS : @spinnenpfote6 @dilettantefeminist @bluueeberries @hobbitmajora

EXCERPT :

"No army, no Dark Lord, could ever make me regret you. But Marigold, please understand” – and here [Frodo] paused, and quickly kissed her hand, as if fearful that he might lose it again – “Please understand, now that we are wed, you are mine to protect, and I cannot do that, not if you come along on this quest, and not as long as the Ring and its Master are alive in Middle-earth.”

[skellseerwriting]

Fields of Mistria Masterlist

Contains xreader works for: March, Balor, Olric, + misc stuff

Fields of Mistria Fanart

Character x Reader Music Playlists

Misc:

FoM Bachelors (+Olric) as Ouran Highschool Host Club members!

Last Names NPC Headcanons!

Calderus Lore Theories and Observations

The Priestess is the dragon theory

Calderus Shooting Star Cutscene

Bachelors (Including Calderus):

Headcanons:

Where they love to kiss you (+ Olric!)

Calderus:

Oneshots:

Dragontails

My Love

Balor:

Oneshots:

Mutually Beneficial

Summer Heat

Picking Pockets and Stealing Hearts (Valentine’s Special)

”That’s My Girl”

The Stories that Scars Tell

Olric:

Headcanons:

(Platonic) Exploring the Mines with Olric

(Romantic) Exploring the Mines with Olric

March:

Confessions series (Drunk!March x GN!Reader):

Drunken Confessions Part 1

Sober Confessions Part 2 (end)

March keeps your hands warm series:

Your Hands are Freezing

Secret Santa

5 times you and March share an indirect kiss, and 1 time it wasn’t:

Part 1

Part 1.5

Part 2

Part 3

The Siren and the Sailor: Fem!Reader:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Oneshots:

You wanna kiss me so bad

Even the Best Need Sleep

What makes you so special?

It is Tradition After All

Stars

You Can Have Mine

Stubborn Minds and Golden Hearts (Valentine’s Special)

Bloodlust

Cute Models Make Annoying Customers

Headcanons:

Miraculous Ladybug AU

[olde-scratch]

art masterlist btc because im bad at coming up with tags (will eventually make tags for everything, i just want a masterpost to link on ao3 lol)

REBLOGS > LIKES

ive been thinking abt making a bluesky to use to update on projects (like sneak peaks/pictures of any writing im working on or animatic progress) but then im like "okay but i could also. do that on tumblr." so idk im thinking abt it

Souichi (* = Saiki K Crossover fic Souichi's Diary of Disasters)

Addams!Souichi concept art

* Souichi's house / Cafe Mami uniform / Rough sketch of a scene in the fic

* Dokushi + comic

* Dokushi movie poster + chapter art

Keita (OC from my fic LiPSIence to Die)

ew ugly pixel art / Map of Keita's apartment

"Takuya" sketch

Miscellaneous

Pixel art Tomies

Kuro and Shiro

Dutch Miku

Chimera!Laios (might becomes its own series) (associated oneshot link)

W2H Genshin art

Souichi, Tomie, and Intersection Bishounen sketch

Dunmeshi Octopus OC

Critical Failure BG3 OC art for my friend

Dunmeshi animatic sneak peeks

Friend's FoM Farmer

Traveler doesn't like ASMR comic

Animatics (cause i plan on making a few)

Dunmeshi - Istanbul (not Constantinople)

more to be added, most of my focus is just on writing rn when i find the motivation to do, just bc i know the writing will turn out better.

[lilylevian-farms]

Hello! and Welcome to LilyLevian Farms!

|| Im the author; you can call me Love or Opal! I've recently been endited with FoM brainrot an have been itching to write anything for it. aaannnddd none of my mutuals are as into it as I am - if you're one of my mutuals and figured out who I am... no you don't :D! capeesh? alright :3

(NOTE): this is not a request blog! I will mostly be posting my own works/oneshots for the time being; I miiigghht dip into taking requests later down the line. But this blog will mostly focus around my own oc/ideas or very general ones.

If you do have a good idea and can't find anyone else to do it, then I can take a crack at it! So, let's just say this is a consent form that you're okay with an amateur writer typing stuff out. I'm really only doing this for fun!

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Any warnings contained in stories will be mentioned at the top of any story, kinda like tags on ao3. Nothing too graphic, but if I ever get confident enough I'll do a yandere scenario or two ^^'

All characters I focus on writing will be 21+ (obviously except the littles)

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My farmer!

Her name is Faline, she/her, I don't have a concrete backstory for her yet, mostly just a few ideas I can't decide on; and she's romancing Ryis! I hope yall will like her once I start writing!

[itsa-bea]

itsa me; Bea!

I write, draw, and hyperfixate on grumpy, fictional men who live rent free in my brain.

and sometimes I like to write and draw things with said make believe men(especially when my perfectionism loosens it's hold on me-)

other then that, I welcome you to my blog! put your feet up, grab a drink, and watch as I descend further into madness.

(can skip if ya want)some more info on me:

I'm nonbinary! my pronouns are they/them, and I prefer genderless/neutral descriptors e.g sibling, blob of sentient flesh/human, that person,

a side note - if you would like to refer to me in a language that doesn't have neutral descriptions, or can't think of a gender neutral description I would prefer you use masculine descriptors e.g brother, my guy/that guy,

I'm also okay with masculine descriptors when being endearing and messing around/having fun with me e.g silly lil guy,

I'm also aroace spec and love me a fictional blorb that I can sing and dance around with and smooch in my head [ no, that doesn't make me any less aroace- if you hadn't noticed, I said fictional ],

I am a perfectionist to the point where it's actively ruining my life and out to get me,

And despite the fact that I'm trying to make myself friends here, I'm actually extremely introverted and anxious - so if I'm ever interacting with someone or trying to befriend someone, then rest assured that I will be shaking in my boots,

just a heads up for what will appear here:

nsfw - which I would like to strongly state that this does not just include smuxy stuffs,

self insert and self shipping - I like my love interests to be fictional, thank you very much.

fom(fields of mistria) - it'll mostly be March..

interactions with frens and moots - I love me some yappy yaps,

writing - most of it will be my current interest/blorbo,

yeah.. it's basically just my hyperfixations....

as for requests..

I accept writing requests!

request rules are as follows;

headcanons and oneshots only,

respect that I am just another human being doing my thing,

don't spam,

and don't be shy!

I appreciate any and all requests and interactions, but I will sometimes be too busy or anxious to reply - in that case, please just be patient with me! I will get to your yapping when I can, and then we can both yap about stuff ^^

[itsabea]

March x sad Reader

Description: March tries his best to comfort you after you have a particularly busy day and end up exhausted

Warnings: not proof read, hinting at depression(reader), slight angst, swearing,

this is purely self indulgent- but then again, almost all of my writing is-

You had been so busy today, exceedingly more so than usual. First of all, it was raining, which you didn't mind because it meant your crops were already watered - but things only got more hectic and busy from there on on out..

You collected, put away, sold, and replanted your crops, then went to go fishing for a salmon for Jo's Request that you had accepted about a month ago.. Only to realise about an hour an a half in that it was currently Summer. Now with much less of your energy, you went to the general store to buy some more seeds and a few fruit trees, which left you with a total of 5 Tesserae as a result.

After going back to your farm and planting the saplings and seeds, you realised that it was only two more days until the end of the season. And so, you went back to fishing to try and catch the rest of the Summer fish you need for the Museum. Admittedly, most of that time was spent walking to and from the ponds to the beach, as that's where the rest of the fish you needed were found.

Once it hit 5:30, you realised that it wasn't just the third to last day of the season.. It was also a Friday. Sighing and slumping your head back, you defeatedly headed home to get ready for your weekly visit to the Inn. Hauling the bag full fish with you on your back, you got back to your farm and placed the not so important ones in your shipping bin, only to realise that you needed one more pond fish to finish that collection.... And it only showed up in the rain..

You were tired. It wasn't that you didn't enjoy your new life in Mistria; helping out the town and it's people. Or that today was bad; you had many content and joy filled moments between it all. But you were tired. So, so, tired..

Right now, nothing was more appealing than curling up in your bed, and crying.

So that's what you did. You put away your items, got showered and dressed into your pyjamas, and you laid down in your bed and cried out the remainder of what little was left of your energy.

You didn't even end up falling asleep afterwards like you usually did when crying in your bed.. Which upset you much more than you realised it would.

I mean.. Why get up just to do it all again tomorrow? The next day would likely end up being longer than today as well.. Not that today wasn't enjoyable- But it wasn't as enjoyable as others... People need you around town though, they always tell you that- You're not that important - the townsfolk don't rely on you to live....

You curled up in on yourself more, lying on your side as the tears began to flow down your cheeks again. It felt hopeless. Everything felt like it wasn't worth it anymore. And you continued to cry in your home until a knock sounded on your door.

At first, you thought you had misheard and simply sighed out a sob. But after a much firmer knock, you realised that it wasn't just you hearing things. Tiredly getting up, you assumed it was Adaline or Eiland, popping by to inform you about a new job that needed to be done around town. Or maybe Celine or Hayden needing some sugar or something?

Either way, you knew all four options were kind enough to excuse your tired, red eyes and pyjama clad form, so you didn't bother trying to make yourself the slightest bit presentable before opening the door. Which was a big mistake on your part, because March was the one that stood in your doorframe, looking down at you with a frown you could barley see through your slightly blurred vision.

"Why are you here?" March said suddenly, looking too the side as you rubbed at your eyes to try and clear them up. "Uhm- I live here?" You responded, no energy left to think up or question his presence on your farm.

After a huff and an exaggerated eyeroll, March rephrased went on to rephrase his question. "No- Why aren't you-" But he cut his words short when he watched your head bob forward like a sleepy child. "What, did you get tired from playing in the dirt all day? I can't believe you-" "Fuck you." You said back, one last tear rolling down your cheek as whatever energy you had that was keeping you standing left you.

In that same instant, you felt a falling sensation as your vision went black. You were tired.

Every so often you'd end up seeing glimpses of your home, but it was somehow moving? Your doorframe.. Black.. Your ceiling... Black... Your ceiling light.... Black.... More ceiling..... Black.....

Every time you saw black, you felt relieved and slightly less tired, especially compared to when you could see your home. And then, a warm sensation surrounded you, like you were being wrapped in a big hug that left you yearning for more.

When you reopened your eyes, you found yourself tucked into bed. The blankets were up to your ears as you laid on your side, about to roll over when you finally noticed the red head of hair resting on top of the blankets in front of you. Humming out, with a slight groaned mumbled, you went to speak up but were promptly cut off.

"Shup up and go back to sleep." March said, lifting his head from its resting position to look at you with stern, yet soft eyes. Feeling your tiredness envelope you, you closed your eyes but felt the cogs in your brain ticking. Why was March here? What was he doing? And why were you in your bed- You suddenly remembered falling into March in your doorway, and him carrying you to your bed before tucking you in.

You felt bad for cursing at him now, but you were also much more confused about why he was even at your farm in the first place. "March-" You started, only for said male to cut you off. "Shoosh. I said, 'go back to sleep'." He retorted, and if your eyes weren't still closed, you had a feeling that he'd glare at you again.

You didn't end up going back to sleep, but you did have a very calm conversation with March as you continued to rest with your eyes closed.

"I'm sorry." March said, being the first to speak after he told you to sleep for the second time. "Why-" "Shut up, you're supposed to be asleep." March said, cutting you off as moment of silence followed before he ended up answering your question. "I know I can be.. A rude asshole - a lot of the time.." March admitted as you felt him start to play with the top of the blanket slightly.

You didn't dare make a single sound as he continued to talk, telling you about how everyone at the Inn was starting to wonder where you were, and how Reina came to the conclusion that you might be over worked.. "-Then Olric offered to check up on you and-" March paused before continuing, having now moved his arm back down from the hem of the blanket as he ceased his delicate fiddling. "And.. And I told him I'd go instead."

The fact you were now frowning didn't go unnoticed by March, who must've been watching you to make sure you didn't open your eyes again. "I know, I know.. I don't why either.... You just-.... You made everyone worried.." March said, trailing off as he went silent again.

After feeling the blankets shift slightly beside you, you peaked your eye open to see March was doing, only to get told off again after seeing March's head resting on his arm directly in front of you. "Sleep." He said, but you had already closed your eye when you saw his eyes intently watching yours.

Your face ran hot with heat from the proximity, which was apparently very visible to March. "Fuck- Please don't tell me you have a damn fever.." He grumbled out, using the back of his free hand to touch your forehead as he continued to complain. "If you went diving and didn't fucking keep warm I'm taking you to Valen." March half threatened, prompting you to frown as he retracted his hand from your forehead.

"Your shipping bin smells like fish." He clarified before you felt him move against the blankets again. This time you felt weight remove itself from beside you, which had you shooting your eyes open with a desperation for company. March looked at you blankly from where he still sat on the floor beside your bed, leaning back on his arms as you watched him open his mouth to tell you off again.

"I'm sleeping..!" You said quickly, hearing a huff emit from the red head in front of your once more closed eyes.

"So.." March started after seconds more of silence. "Why weren't you at the Inn?" He asked, making an exhausted sigh leave you before you spoke. "Tired." You said, waiting for a moment before elaborating on your day. "Tended to crops.. Fed animals... Fished for a stupid non-existent Summer salmon.... Spent all my money on crops.... Planted them.... Went fishing again, but for the Museum.... Died inside.... No energy.... Cried in bed.." You said, starting to tear up again when March spoke up.

"I know it goes against what I always say to you.. But you do a lot around here- Too fucking much to be honest.. And I-" March paused for the umpteenth time that night as you pried your eyes open and looked at him.

He was sitting in the exact same position as when you last opened your eyes, only now he had his head turned from you. Yet, his eyes keep their sights on you, and this time he didn't have the heart to tell you off. March ended up breaking contact with your eyes, his face reddening slightly as he spoke.

"You're enough- More than enough.. You're honestly too much but- Sigh...." March quickly darted his eyes to, and away from you before he continued. "You're a lot. You're so much.. You mean so much- To literally everyone." He said, making another, single tear fall down your face. But this time you had just enough energy.

"Thank you.. March." You managed out, smiling as a few more tears fell down and onto the pillow beneath you.

March wasn't sure what had you crying this time, unsure on whether he did good or bad with his words. But he was by your side once more the moment he watched those tears form into droplets in the corners of your eyes. With a sigh of relief, March relaxed after seeing the slight smile on your face, only to watch it fall the next second as a soft snore left you.

Finally.. You were asleep.

[igotburnedtoacrisp]

ALRIGHT I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR A POST LIKE THIS

A Hop, Skip, and a Jump by @liathgray is probably the best one I've read. It's a 2003 BH crossover, and I love everything about it, lives in my head rent-free 24/7.

Full of Mettle by @th0rnback is another really good one. Kimblee and Archer find Edward post-transmutation and force him to join the military. Ed has amnesia and basically gets taken in by the whole of the Mustang unit. Lots of fluff and nice moments. Definitely my second favourite after A Hop, Skip and A Jump.

The Colours of the World is a Roy-centric fic where he ends up in the Harry Potter universe when trying to get his eyesight back from Truth. There are a lot of FMA/HP crossovers out there, but I can say with confidence is that this is the best one you'll find. I love this, the characterisation within Roy feels so natural and on-point, definitely what Roy would do. It takes a more realistic approach and it takes quite a while for Roy Mustang's presence to actually make an effect on HP canon, which is something I love about this. Definitely go for it and read this because you'll be hooked right until you finish.

Be Kind, Rewind. The summary tells you all you need to know — such a simple premise but it's executed in a really nice way.

Men and Angels is really angsty and I love it, I quite like Trisha's chapters and her reactions towards things seem accurate, great read.

A Dinner for Ghosts is a post-2003 fic and I like the idea of this one a lot. Not everything is perfect, characterisation of Ed seems a bit iffy at times, but the thought behind it is very nice.

i'm still, still dreaming magnificent things is a really good Al-centric fic where he dies in the transmutation and comes back as a ghost. It's quite slow but SO descriptive and even if it is something mundane that's happening, I can't help but be hooked. anthrop's writing is truly a work of art, makes it worth it spending hours and hours looking for good stuff if it leads to fics like these.

I know somebody already said this, but I'm just gonna emphasize that you should really go and read maestoso. I found this really funny, crack fics when done well are really something else

Through The Gate, whilst not as good as The Colours of The World, is definitely still really good. Another HP/FMA crossover but it's with Ed instead. I don't really like the shippy parts, and Times and Transmutations wasn't as enjoyable as the other parts, but still something I'm putting on here due to the fact some parts make up for the good ones and well.. it's popular.

Sirius. NO, NO, NO, NO. I HATE THIS AND WHY, WHY DO THIS, WHY????? READ THIS FOR MAXIMUM SUFFERING AND NON-STOP CRYING (it's really good plsss go read it pls pls pls)

Things that Never Happened is a collection of 2003 oneshots ranging in word count, a lot of these are really dark (what am I saying, ALL of them) and really creative.

Bluebird's Illusion is also essentially just a fic in game form, so watch a play through of that if you want.

They're all quite long, but definitely worth it. Favourite on here would definitely be a Hop, Skip, and a Jump (though it shifts between fom and that a lot depending on my mood) hence why it's at the top of the list, y'know. These are the best ones I've read imo, hope they're satisfactory for you too :)

ok fullmetal alchemist fandom, what are your fma fanfiction recommendations? i'm not picky about ships. I just want the best of the best.

[sketchyorsomething]

Heyy does anyone out there beta read a oneshot (about 1,3 k words) of mine? It is abt Thesan and his lover fom acotar

English isn't my mother tongue so I'm kinda nervous of it containing grammar errors or some other language related stuff

Update: I already posted it a while ago and made a post about it, you can find the post by clicking here

[himeofshyness]

Summary: Just March teaching my OC Farmer Velvet how to use the forge until things started to get a bit heated and awkward.

Warning: Slight NSFW

The sounds of metallic clanging and crackling fires fill the air from the forge, creating a chaotic symphony that grabs your attention. The air is thick with the scent of smoke and burning wood, and the light of the fires from within the place casts a warm glow on the surrounding area. Amidst all this, March stands in the center, teaching Velvet the basics of forging.

March sighed as he watched Velvet struggle to hammer the metal. She was doing it all wrong, and he knew it. "No, no, no. You're doing it all wrong." he said, stepping over to her. Velvet looked up at him, a mix of frustration and determination on her face. "I'm trying my best." she said, a hint of irritation in her voice. March rolled his eyes. "Your best isn't good enough." he said bluntly. "Let me show you how it's done."

He moved close to her, positioning himself behind her. He placed his hands over hers, guiding her through the motions. "You have to hold it like this." he said gruffly, his breath warm on her ear.

Velvet felt a shiver run down her spine at the sudden closeness. She tried to focus on the instruction, but it was difficult with him so close. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, and the scent of his sweat and metal was oddly intoxicating.

"Now hit it." March said, his hands still covering hers. "Harder than that. Put your weight into it."

Velvet hit the metal again, but this time, she hit it harder than before, and it made a satisfying clang. "Good." March said, a hint of approval in his voice. He leaned in even closer, his chest pressed against her back. "Again. Do it again."

The farmer repeated the motion, feeling his warm breath on her neck. His body was pressed against hers, and she could feel every muscle, every contour. It was both exhilarating and terrifying. "Like this?" she managed to ask, her voice a bit breathless.

"Yeah." March said roughly. "Just like that." He was so close, she could feel his heart beating against her back. "You're getting the hang of it now." he said, loosening his grip on her hands. "Try it on your own."

Velvet took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. She started to hammer the metal, but her mind was elsewhere. She could still feel the heat of his body against hers, the smell of his sweat. And then, without warning, her hand slipped and the hammer hit her thumb. "Ah shit!" she yelped, jerking away involuntarily.

March swore under his breath. "Dammit, be more careful." he said, grabbing her hand to inspect the injury. "You idiot, you could have broken your thumb."

He examined her thumb, his touch gentle despite his gruff words. His fingers were calloused but warm, and the touch sent another shiver down her spine. "It's not broken." he said, more quietly. "Just bruised."

Velvet tried to pull her hand back, but he held on. "You shouldn't be so careless." he reprimanded, his fingers still gently holding hers in his palm.

Velvet swallowed hard, feeling a flutter in her stomach. His touch was sending strange sensations through her body. "I'm sorry." she mumbled, looking away from his intense gaze. "I was just...distracted."

He grunted. "Distracted, huh?" He looked down at her, those dark onyx eyes staring right into hers. "Care to tell me what you were so distracted by?"

Feeling a bit flustered. "N-nothing." Velvet said, trying to sound casual but she sounded flustered. "Just...just the heat in here, that's all."

March raised an eyebrow, a knowing look in his eyes. "The heat, huh?" He leaned in closer, his face mere inches from hers. "You sure that's all it is? Nothing else?"

She could feel the heat radiating off his body, the scent of sweat and metal making it harder for her to think straight. "What...what else could it be?" she asked weakly, her heart pounding in her chest.

"Well, whatever it is, you better keep your mind on what you're doing." He released her hand, but his body was still pressed close to hers. "Now, try this again, and make sure you're paying attention this time."

Velvet tried to compose herself, taking a deep breath as she picked up the hammer and tried to concentrate on the task, but her mind kept wandering back to the way his body was so close to hers, the way his breath felt on her neck. She managed to hit the metal a few more times, but her mind was a jumble of thoughts and sensations.

March watched her intently, his eyes raking over her body. He could sense her distraction, the way her hands trembled slightly, the way her breath caught in her throat every time he got close. It was like a game of cat and mouse, and he was the cat, toying with her. He moved closer, his chest brushing against her back again. "Concentrate." he rumbled into her ear. "You're losing focus again."

She took another shaky breath. He was so close, she could almost feel his heartbeat against her back. His voice in her ear was making her feel things she had never felt before. She couldn't focus, couldn't think. All she could feel was the heat of his body, the strength in his muscles, the way he was so casually dominating her personal space.

He let his hand rest on her hip, as if to steady her. "Relax." he muttered, his breath warm on her neck. "You're too tense. You have to be loose, loose like the hammer in your hand."

His hand on her hip sent a shiver through her body. She could feel the callouses on his fingers, the warmth of his palm through her clothes. He was so strong, so confident, so sure of himself. How was he so unaffected by their closeness, when she was struggling to keep herself together?

"Like this." March said, guiding her hand again. "Keep your grip loose, let the hammer swing freely. Don't fight it, just let it flow."

March stands behind her, "Can you feel it?" he whispered. "The rhythm, the motion?"

Velvet's mind is swimming. He was too close, too distracting. His voice in her ear, his hands on hers, his body pressed against hers...it was all too much. She tried to focus on the hammer, the metal, the task at hand, but all she could feel was him. "Y-yes." she managed to stammer, her throat dry.

He chuckled, a low deep rumble in his chest. "Good." he said, his voice rough. "You're starting to get it. Keep going, let it flow."

March stepped even closer, letting his body press against hers. She could feel the heat radiating off him, the hardness of his muscles against her back. He seemed completely oblivious to the effect he was having on her, but she was struggling to stay grounded.

Her heart was racing, her mind spinning. Every inch of her body was hyper-aware of his presence, his touch, his scent. Velvet could feel the sweat trickling down her neck, could feel the heat building up inside her. And all the while, he kept murmuring instructions in her ear, completely oblivious to the fact that he was driving her insane.

March guide her through a few more motions, his hands on hers, his breath on her neck, his body pressed against hers. "There you go." he said, his voice a low rumble. "Just like that. You're doing it. Just relax, and let it flow."

Velvet only nodded, trying to focus on his words and not the way his body was making her feel. But it was difficult, so difficult. Every part of her was screaming with want, with need, with a desperation she had never felt before. And he was blissfully unaware, just continuing to guide her through the motions, his hands on hers, his body so close.

Unknown to the farmer, the blacksmith is not faring any better.

As they continued working together, March grew increasingly aware of the electricity that was crackling between them. He could feel the heat of her skin through her clothes, could smell the scent of her hair, and felt the way her body reacted to his slightest touch. It was maddening, the way she responded to him without realizing it. But he tried to keep his cool, tried to focus on the task at hand, and ignore the way his heart thumped in his chest whenever he was close to her.

He tried to concentrate on the metal, on the hammer, on the task at hand. But it was difficult, with her so close, so tangible. He could count the tiny wisps of hair on the nape of her neck, could feel her quickening breaths. He was a blacksmith, a professional, he couldn't afford to let himself be distracted by a pretty farmer. But she was making it hard, so damn hard. He clenched his jaw, and forced himself to focus on the lesson.

He guided her through another swing, his hand on hers. "Just like that." he said, his voice gravelly. "Loose, easy. Don't fight it."

March's mind is now a jumble of conflicting thoughts and emotions. He was a grown man, for gods' sake. He was not supposed to be this affected by a woman. Especially not a farmer. But she drove him mad, made his heart race and his body feel things it hadn't felt in a long time. And the worst part was, he was pretty sure she had no idea what she was doing to him.

He took a deep breath, trying to get his emotions under control again. He could feel the heat between them, the tension in the air, like a live wire. And she was just there, so close, so unguarded, so deliciously vulnerable. He had to get a grip. He was supposed to be teaching her, not lusting after her. But damn, it was so hard when she was standing there, her back against his chest, her body molded to his.

Minutes have past as the lesson came to an end, March reluctantly released his grip on Velvet's hand. He took a step back, trying to regain his composure. His heart was still racing, his body still yearning for her closeness. But he forced himself to act nonchalant, like a blacksmith should be.

"You did well." he grunted, running his fingers through his hair. "Not too shabby, for a farmer."

Velvet looked up at him, her cheeks flushed. "Thank you" she murmured. "I...I had a good teacher."

March looked away, feeling flustered by the praise. He wasn't used to compliments, especially not from beautiful women. "It was nothing." he muttered, scratching his neck. "You've got potential. You just need to keep practicing."

There was an awkward silence, both of them feeling the aftermath of their closeness. They stood there, a few feet apart, avoiding each other's gazes. March could still feel the heat from her body, could still smell the scent of her hair. He was tempted to reach out and touch her again, to pull her close and hold her tight. But instead, he just grunted and turned away, walking over to his workbench.

"You should probably go." he said gruffly, busying himself with some tools. "You've got crops to tend to, or whatever it is farmers do."

Velvet nodded, her heart still racing. She looked at his broad back, the muscles shifting under his shirt as he worked. She wanted to say something, anything, to prolong their time together. But she knew she should probably go.

"Right." she said, her voice a bit shaky. "Um, thank you. For the lesson."

March just grunted, not looking at her. He was trying very hard to act normal, to ignore the way her voice made his chest tighten. "Yeah, sure." he said gruffly. "Come back if you need another lesson."

Velvet nodded, feeling dismissed. She walked to the door, her steps slow and reluctant. But as she reached the door, she turned to look at him one last time. He was still at his workbench, his back to her, his shoulders taut. She wanted to say something, something that would express the tangle of feelings inside her. But before she could open her mouth, March spoke, not turning to look at her.

"Try to be careful next time." he said, his voice quiet. "You almost hurt yourself earlier."

Velvet felt a pang of something, was it disappointment? Upon hearing his stern tone. But she just nodded. "I will." she said softly. "I'll be more careful."

There was another tense silence. March still didn't turn around, but he could feel her gaze on his back. He wanted to look at her, to see those beautiful eyes one last time. But he forced himself to keep his gaze fixed on his workbench.

"Good." he said finally. "Now get out of here. You're distracting me."

Velvet's heart sank a bit at his brusque words. But she didn't want to overstay her welcome. "Right." she said softly. "Goodbye, March."

"Yeah." he muttered, his voice gruff. "Goodbye."

He listened as she opened the door and stepped out, the sound of her footsteps fading away. He wanted to call her back, to tell her to stay, to-

He shook his head, ridding himself of the foolish thoughts. He was a blacksmith, not a lovestruck boy. He had to get back to work.

~END~