15 Works in Darcy (Fields of Mistria)
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None of it, not the din of the inn or the hum in her head, stopped her from hearing the shape of his voice. His vowels curved in a way hers had at one time but no longer did.
When Ari fixes the lighthouse, her estranged brother washes into town. A decade of avoided feelings follow him like the tide, as does an affinity for Mistria's sweet and soft-hearted archeologist.
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- Part 2 of The Farmer and the Merchant
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~ “I saw you earlier you know.” He said softly, dragging his nose along my jawline, breath hot on my skin as he spoke. “I came down to give you some spare ingots I had. Thought they might be useful for the greenhouse you want to build.” The hand still pinning my wrist to the door above my head moved to interlace our fingers instead and squeeze. “You looked so beautiful tending your garden. Your hair. This fucking pink hair,” he groaned as he tugged hard once again, my teeth coming down onto my bottom lip so forcefully I’m pretty sure I tasted blood. ~
This is my first time ever posting a fan fic sooooo I hope you like it and ill continue to update it as much as people like cause boy do i have PLANS for them hehe
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Life has been exhausting, even the adventurer's guild is starting to feel a little gray. So when her guildmaster offers her a job that just came in, to move to a small town and help them with repairs in exchange for farmland, she sees no reason to refuse.
Her new life begins quickly with a kind down, welcoming her with open arms.
All except for one. What is March's problem?
*SPOILERS FOR MARCH'S CUTSCENES INCLUDED* (And probably others too, I will add if that's the case later)
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Every year, Balor misses the thin window to try a seasonal baked good during Mistria's Saturday market.
Today is the final time they'll be available this year, and he's not willing to miss out again.(for flashfictionfridayofficial on tumblr. Prompt is "last chance")
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March can't help the sick sense of satisfaction he gets from riling Ari up. But
with his focus on saving the town he loves - March shouldn't be making time to tease the new farmer. Ari is everything he dislikes: optimistic, persistent and impossible to ignore. What will become of them as the seasons change?A retelling of the events of Year 1 and beyond in Fields of Mistria. As the full game isn't released yet and we only have 6 heart events, this is going to be an ongoing project - but I'm excited to keep updating as the game develops! Although this will be a pretty PG project for a good while, there will be some light swearing and some eventual smut.
I hope you enjoy reading Frost Lilies in Winter as much as I'm enjoying writing it!
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The forgotten Savior (that's not so forgotten) by Izren_Cursed_Starz
Fandoms: Fields of Mistria (Video Game), Steve Saga - FavreMySabre (Web Series)
20 Jul 2025
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Sabre left the Rainbow Kingdom because of the pressure that had been on him ever since the whole thing with the darkness. He then finds a paper talking about farmland in Mistria. Maybe this could be a new start?
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Now I Know Why I Woke Up on the Shoreline by awkwardlittleenby
Fandoms: Sleep Token (Band), Fields of Mistria (Video Game)
11 May 2025
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II, III, and IV have settled into Mistria. They get along well with the other villagers and love their small farm. But Sleep has promised them they'll soon be united with her first. When Vessel washes up on the shores of Mistria he doesn't know what to think. Nor remember how he got there. The last thing he remembered was jumping off a cliff. Why had Sleep spared him?
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The Fields of Mistria X Sleep Token fanfic you didn't know you needed!
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A young adventurer, on her ways to being a master in her guild, offers to help a small coastal village that was devastated after an earthquake that shook up the whole country. Now she has to contend with very friendly villagers, children constantly asking for adventuring lessons, and a mystery of what happened to the village's Guardians. All while trying to keep her emotional distance so as to spare herself the heartache that will come should the villagers ever discover her otherness.
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- Part 1 of FoM fic, name tbd
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Finding Mistria is a fan story for the game Fields of Mistria. It may harbor inconsistencies with the true intentions of the original work and characters may not act as expressed.
"Mistria, an idyllic village tucked between forest and sea, has offered you an overgrown but full-of-potential homestead in exchange for your assistance. Restore the town to its former glory after an earthquake wreaks havoc and strange magic begins to flow through the land."
This follows the story of each romance-able character's future partners and roughly following the main story of the game. As the game is early access, the story may undergo multiple changes or additions. There is a strong chance the story may be reset if new content allows for more to the story.
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- English
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Finding Mistria - Short Stories by Unclaimed_Song
Fandoms: Fields of Mistria (Video Game)
19 Apr 2025
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These are basically short stories between my fan oc partners for the Field of Mistria characters as I work on my story Finding Mistria which is a fanfiction for the game Fields of Mistria. In this I'll be getting more familiar with the characters, showing their dynamics, random story ideas between characters all without structure. These may become obsolete in the future. I'll be tweaking this as I see fit including character names or fan ocs entirely. There may be short stories for the same characters in a row or some you might not see in ages. These may also spontaneously stop.
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You hate Valentine’s Day. March hates Valentine’s Day. What if you… hated it together?
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Lyrenn has nothing and nowhere to go after she is expelled from the adventurer's guild so when she finds the request for an adventurer to help in a faraway little town called Mistria, she thinks its her opportunity to start over, to escape her past failures. Her new life is quickly complicated by the eager and hopeful people of Mistria and her small lie about her guild status quickly gets her in over her head with helping out around town. The demands keep piling up and everyone seems to keep expecting more from her than ever before, everyone except the gruff blacksmith who seems to have already written her off. Life in Mistria is her last chance to make it work, to find a place where she belongs. But nice here, seems to come with an unintended price and maybe the rude blacksmith understands that better than anyone.
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"Hey!" Shanni protested, but March ignored her.
"To answer your question, my older bro challenged me, and the winner gets to relax while the loser does all the order work for a week, with no help," March explained, handing her his cup of hot chocolate and his ever-present hammer. Without a backward glance, he strolled over to the bull, his muscles rippling under his shirt. Olric clapped him on the back as he passed, wishing him bad luck.
"Like that will hold you back from working, Blacksmith!" Shanni shouted, taunting him.
March chuckled, the sound deep and rich. Shanni's eyes widened as he casually stripped off his shirt, revealing a lean, muscular torso. Her breath caught in her throat as he hopped onto the bull, the movement smooth and effortless. She couldn't take her eyes off him. His face lit up with excitement, muscles straining to hold on as the bull bucked beneath him. The sun beat down on his skin, highlighting the sweat glistening on his chest. One hand gripped the saddle while the other clutched her stolen cowboy hat, the veins in his arms standing out from the effort.
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March and Olric ascended the winding path, the crunch of dirt and rocks under their boots, the only sound breaking the tranquil silence. The path was steep, lined with ancient trees whose leaves whispered secrets in the wind, casting dappled shadows on the ground. March's mind, however, was far from serene. He had been on edge ever since he realized Shanni was missing, her usual presence absent from the village for the past two days. The thought of her, alone and possibly in danger, gnawed at him, his normally gruff demeanor overshadowed by an uncharacteristic worry.
His brow was furrowed in deep concern, his jaw set tight as his thoughts raced. He could barely focus on the beauty around him, his mind preoccupied with images of Shanni—lost, hurt, needing help. Olric walked beside him, his calm presence offering a silent reassurance. The elder brother's eyes flickered with a mix of amusement and understanding as he watched March's obvious distress. Despite his outward calm, Olric was equally concerned. He knew his little brother well knew that beneath his gruff exterior, March cared deeply, more than he would ever admit.
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Spring festival/tender touch part 1 by Ronni_raine
Fandoms: Fields of Mistria (Video Game)
21 Sep 2024
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March leaned in to examine her arrangement, his eyes taking in the soft petals, the vibrant berries, the way the leaves framed everything perfectly. He didn't know much about flowers, but he could see the care she'd put into it. "It looks good," he said, nodding. "Really good."
Shanni's smile brightened even more. "You think so?" she asked, a hint of excitement in her voice.
"Yeah," March replied, his voice softer. "I do."
For a moment, they stood there, the noise of the festival fading into the background as they shared a small, private moment. The world around them was filled with color, sound, and life, and for the first time, March found himself glad to be part of it.
A gentle breeze swept through the village, playfully lifting the strands of Shanni's locs and sending one wafting across her face. As she raised a hand to brush it away, March's hand was already there, moving with unexpected tenderness. His rough fingers, hardened from years of labor, grazed her cheek with a feather-light touch, tucking the stray loc behind her ear. For a moment, time seemed to slow, and they stood still, eyes locked.