#Murro Morton x reader

[eliasmelody]

Age like old wine🍷

Tag: Eli x f!reader (platonic), Murro x middle-aged f!reader, Jeffrey x gn!reader

Warning: grammar & spelling

"…Guess no one ever taught you how to be a real man" - Beabadoobee

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Seer - Eli Clark

"I hate this." You mutter to yourself, scanning the hallway to ensure no one is nearby. You retreat to a quieter corner, where no one really passes by since there are no bedrooms in this area.

With a sigh, you smooth out the note you’d written after getting instructions from the other girls on the dance moves. One step back, two steps forward… blah, blah.

You take a deep breath and glance at the note again, the words blurring for a moment. It's not that you can't do it. It's just that it feels so… unnatural. The steps are simple enough, but in your mind, they don't seem to line up the way they should.

You position your feet carefully, stepping back with one foot, then forward with the other. The movement feels stiff, like you're forcing it, and not at all like the smooth, effortless grace you saw in the others. You roll your shoulders, trying to loosen up, but it still doesn't feel right.

A soft sigh escapes your lips as you glance around again. The silence is comforting. But the pressure to get it right weighs on you. If you don’t nail this soon, the next time someone asks you for a dance at the public map, you will humiliate yourself. You can't let that happen.

"You’re trying too hard to be elegant without actually being elegant." A smooth voice was a whisper behind you.

You let out a startled yelp and spin around, your heart skipping a beat. Standing behind you, calm as ever, is a certain seer, his presence almost ghost-like in its quietness. He offers you a polite, knowing smile, as if your reaction was both expected and mildly amusing.

Perched on his shoulder, the owl perks up at the sight of you, her sharp eyes studying you with quiet curiosity.

"Oh, it's you… um" You mumble, your voice wavering slightly as warmth rushes to your cheeks. "How long have you been…?" You trail off.

Eli chuckled lightly and folded his arms across his chest, tilting his head at you, finding whatever you did rather amusing. "Enough to know you are struggling." A playful smile appeared on his face. "So what is the occasion?"

You frowned at his words, embarrassment prickling at you. Crossing your arms defensively, you shot him a glare. "It’s none of your business." You huffed, turning slightly away.

Noticing your defensive attitude, he took a step closer, his presence imposing yet gentle. There was a teasing lilt in his posture.

"You're right. But I just can't help but see you're in trouble you shouldn't have." His voice is soft and playful.

Eli takes notice of your discomfort and decides to take mercy on you. He shrugged his shoulders, and as if taking a silent cue, Brooke flapped her wings and took off. She soared effortlessly before settling on one of the hanging decorations above

"May I?" He murmured softly, stepping closer and raising his hand, waiting for your permission. "Just a friendly guide, nothing more, nothing less."

You glance at his outstretched hand and then to his face, contemplating for a moment. The thought of dancing with him sends a flutter of nervousness through you. But something deep within you wanted it. With a subtle nod, you reach out, gently placing your hand in his. "You better not laugh."

A soft and reassuring smile appears across his face. His hand feels slightly rough, but also gentle. His touch is tender yet firm. "I wouldn't dream of it."

With a gentle grip, he takes hold of your hand, his other hand gently resting on your hip, pulling you closer. "Just follow my lead."

Brooke Rose perches nearby, watches with glowing blue eyes. Through her gaze, he used it to keep him in check. Adjusting his steps with deliberate care, he moved with quiet precision, each footfall measured and purposeful. He wouldn't dare embarrass himself, not in front of you, not when you were watching him with such awe-filled eyes.

Wildling - Murro Morton

Life at the manor is a constant struggle, a never-ending cycle that traps more and more people each year.

As the second echoes of the elimination bell fade into the cold, empty silence, you let out a long sigh, rubbing a hand over your face. Turning your gaze toward the person just got eliminated.

"… Did they make it?"

Murro offers you a gentle, reassuring smile that momentarily lifts the heaviness of the air.

"Two of them have already reached the other gate." He admits softly. "I was just stalling, buying us a few extra moments."

You exhale in relief. For a brief moment, the relentless pressure of the match's grip seems to lessen. "Ugh. Thank God."

A soft chuckle escapes him. "They should be fine." He says with a measured tone. "As long as they don't do something stupid."

You nod slowly, managing a small, weak smile. "I hope so."

Murro steps closer, his movement measured and filled with concern as he kneels beside you. His eyes quickly assess your condition, and with a gentle yet troubled tone he says, "You, on the other hand… You're injured."

He is not wrong. You have been rather… foolish in the final moments of the game. Hoping to buy your teammates more time… and ended up paying a price for it when a hunter ended up getting their hands on you and giving chase.

You wince as you take a tentative step forward, but before you can falter, Murro is there, catching you gently and steadying your unbalanced form.

"I thought I told you to run." Murro admonishes you in a gentle tone of voice, his grip on you tightening as he helps support your weight.

You tense and quickly pull away. Noticing your reaction, he respects your space, easing back without a word.

"Can you walk?" He asked.

"… I guess?" Your voice is laced with the reluctant acceptance of your own limitations.

Every movement now feels burdened by a slower pace and a marked decrease in stamina, a sobering reminder that, despite being in your middle age, time has begun to catch up with you.

"I think I'll be fine." You insist, though your voice betrays your discomfort. But still determined not to let anyone, especially not a man, see you weakened by injury. Pride is a heavy mantle, and you're a grown person.

Murro sees right through your act and reminds gently. "It's not good to push yourself."

The boar snuffles at your side, perhaps concerned as well. It's as if the animal can sense the gravity of the situation. Seeing your wounded state, Murro suddenly seems to have an idea.

"If you don't mind. I think this will help" Murro motions towards the boar and it seems to understand on cue. The large animal moves forward, lowering itself to the ground.

"That … won't be necessary."

Murro shakes his head, shooting down your protests with a firm yet gentle motion.

"Yes, it is." He says with determination, refusing to let you argue or deny this. "If not for you, then for me, please. What kind of person would I be to let an injured woman walk on her own?"

You're about to protest, your words gathering at the tip of your tongue, but at his steady, earnest gaze, you fall silent.

With care and patience, Murro helps you get onto the boar's broad back. With deliberate care, maintaining a respectful distance that avoids any unnecessary contact with your tender injuries.

"You don't have to worry, this old man will walk side by side to guide it."

The boar, responding to his subtle cues, shifts its weight and begins moving forward at a steady, comforting pace.

You can’t help but sigh in relief, but the feeling of being a burden fades away. And, admittedly, it is nice to rest and not have to walk on your own.

I suppose a man of experience knows when to step back out of respect and when to step forward in assistance.

Glancing at Murro, your cheeks warm, silently appreciating his quiet support.

Goatman - Jeffrey Bonavita

If anyone were to ask you just how much this manor sucks, you could easily write them an entire essay, each page filled with grievances, frustrations, and the endless annoyances that come with living here. Yet, despite all that, it has its moments, it has rare peaks of tranquility. You hum softly to yourself as you stroll along the racing course. The weather is perfect, a gentle breeze mingling with the warm sunlight, and for once, you feel a sense of peace.

Turning your gaze towards the horse cages, a quiet hope stirring in your chest. Typically, at this hour, the horses are already out and roaming the grounds. Your step shows you're eager to see if you might catch sight of one, or perhaps even be lucky enough to ride.

Ba-thump

As your footsteps fall, the air shifts, and your heart skips a beat before it stutters to a stop. A frown tugs at your lips, there's only one reason for this. A hunter is nearby.

Who would be here at this hour? You pause, mentally sorting through the possibilities, each name running through your mind like a fleeting shadow. You can immediately cross a few off the list. None of them fit the pattern. They don’t typically show up this soon, especially not under these circumstances. Something’s off.

You take a cautious peak, your breath catching in your throat. The hunter is… Goat man? What’s his name again? Ah, Jeffrey.

The hunter moves with precision, almost as if he’s too familiar with the horses, too gentle compared to his usual image in matches.

You can’t help but feel a strange warmth creeping over you, a softness you didn’t expect. It’s odd this wasn’t the reaction you thought you’d have to seeing Jeffrey. You watch him tend to the horse. He looks… kind, almost peaceful, you wonder if you’ve misjudged him all this time.

For a brief moment, you catch yourself wanting to walk up to him, to ask what he’s really doing here, but that impulse fades just as quickly. Reality creeps in, you can’t afford to get too close. It’s better to leave. Glancing down at the apples and carrots you brought with you, and letting out a resigned sigh.

Thud

You take a step back, distracted by the strange atmosphere and bump into something solid, the impact throws you off balance. The bag of apples and carrots spill from your hands. Panic surges through you as you scramble to catch everything, but before you can, a hand reaches down, swiftly gathering up the fallen fruit into the bag.

You glance up, startled, and find yourself face-to-face with…

"… I think you dropped this." The hunter, the one you thought was supposed to be over there.

"Um… thank you…" You say, hesitantly reaching for the bag. Your gaze shifts between the horse cage, where he had been earlier, and then back to him. He notices, and his expression softens, a warm, friendly smile spreading across his face.

"You want a ride?" His voice is light and easy. The question catches you off guard, but there's a kindness in his tone that makes it feel less imitated.

"Uh yeah… I’d like that."

Without a word, he turns toward the horse cage, his movements smooth and easy, like he’s done this a hundred times before. You follow him, heart racing, but not from fear. Instead, there's a curious excitement building in your chest, an unexpected sense of calm in his presence.

When you reach the cage, he gestures to one of the horses. The hunter moves with a fluid grace, untying the reins and leading the horse out.

"You ever ridden before?" He asks, turning back to you, his voice gentle.

You shake your head, feeling a little embarrassed but also strangely eager. You don't know how to get up the horse so you always skip it every time you're in match.

"Don't worry." Jeffrey says with a reassuring grin. "I’ll help you."

With that, he gently guides you to the horse, his hands steady and confident, pick up your bag and set it somewhere else. His warmth, his presence, seems to melt away the tension in your chest.

The hunter helps you onto the horse, and as you settle into the saddle, you can’t help but feel… lighter, freer. "Ready?" He asks, standing beside you, his voice softer now.

You nod, and without another word, he gently nudges the horse into motion, leading you both into the open field, the world suddenly feeling a little more expansive, a little more possible.

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Here's your Murro fic. I hope you like it. Rarely see a Wildling lover. He's so gentle when talking with Violetta 🥺

P/s: See something in common? They're all good with animals 🫶

[committingcrimes-2047]

No one understands how vindicated I feel right now. For years, i have been inlove with Murro Morton- I was TEASED I was LAUGHED AT and now after the Hullabaloo circus update I open the chat and FINALLY PEOPLE ARE PAYING ATTENTION TO MURRO!!!!!

Now wheres my Murro X Reader fanfics chop chop (pretty please with a cherry on top🥺)

[theolmtales]

Autumn evening (Gender neutral)

Murro X Reader

You're looking for your companion after hearring about a fight.

Rated: Fluff

Warning: Getting partially crush by a boar.

Note: Just for a general understanding since I still haven't made a post about how I view this manor universe. Basically, everyone's canon game happened & they got stuck in the manor outside of time since than (there's a slight mention of canon game, which is why I say that.).

Also @committingcrimes-2047 (also love that name) made a post reminding me of my love for Murro. So I took a break from correcting my next os (which I totally did not start correcting...) to write something small for my man. So to every fellow Murro lover, here's some food. I really hope you guys like it. There will be more. I just don't know when.

If you got ideas for characters who don't have a lot written for, I'm open to hear them out & try to write about them.

The sound of the autumn leaves crunches under your feet. The breeze is getting colder by the days, the warm of summer fading like a distant memory. You make your way to the manor outskirts, heading into the woods and following the trail left by the person you’re looking for.

There had been an umpteenth clash between the survivors today. You hadn’t been there to witness it, but from what your heard, this time it was Mike and Naib. Mike is infamously known for snapping at anyone who brings back his bad memories or speak ill of Murro, his last relative. And with Naib and Murro not being on the friendliest term... You had a pretty good idea of what the fight must have been about.

What a shame… Only two more days and the record of days without any fight would have been surpasses. Guess it will stay at 8 days. Hey, everyone has their way of keeping themselves sane here.

With more than 40 people now stuck in this place, it was getting too crowded for you. You’d much rather be outside, away from all that noise. The sound of the wind among the branches was already making you feel better. Though that was not your main reason to be here this time.

Your eyes finally land on the person you’d been looking for. Leaves and twigs are entangled in his greying brown locks. His back turned to you as he crouches to the level of his companion, scratching him.

‘‘Trying to escape the noise again?’’ He asks you, without even looking back.

‘‘How do you always know it’s me?’’

That is not an understatement. Whatever the place or the number of people around him, he always knows that it’s you. He’ll call you’re name if you come up behind him or turn his head right at you as you walk into the room.

‘‘The way you walk.’’ He looks at you smiling as you crouch down beside him, joining the scratching session to his companion bliss. ‘‘I find the sound of your footsteps easy to recognize.’’

‘‘So that’s your secret. Can you recognize everyone?’’

‘‘Not at all. I usually have a general idea of who it might be, but the ones I can always recognize are you and most of the Hullaballoo’s. Naib’s too, but that’s another story.’’ He says his smile turning a little sour. You wince, knowing what he’s referring to.

‘‘Actually, I came to see if you were alright. I heard that Mike got into an argument or fight with Naib. Knowing you, you probably try to diffuse it, right? Since no one was injured.’’ You say taking a seat on some fallen birch. Murro joins you on your improvised bench, his companion ruffling himself before going to search on the soil for something to eat around here.

‘‘Ah, that…’’ He looks away, his hand scratching the back of his head as he thinks about what happened. You put your hand on top of the one that rest on the fallen tree.

‘‘I take it wasn’t just some bickering?’’

Murro sigh. ‘‘Mike found out that Naib was the one to kill me.’’

‘‘Oh… He didn’t know?’’

‘‘No, I always made sure not to bring it up and made excuses whenever he would ask me why I was so unease with him. I knew it would escalate and the last thing we need is more reasons to fight.’’ He presses his fingers into the wood, while letting you keep your hand on top of his.

‘‘No wonder shit got loose. Mike gets really aggressive whenever it concerns Hullaballoo and its people. Pretty sure he doesn’t like me being around you too much either.’’ You say half joking.

‘‘I’ll talk to him about it. Hullaballoo was his whole life and family. He’s very protective of what is left. But he shouldn’t be like that to you.’’

You put your head on his shoulder and intertwine your fingers together as you continue the conversation. ‘‘Meh it’s ok. What happened in the end? The fight I mean.’’

‘‘Oh, I just had to restrain Mike, Naib just ignored him. As long as people don’t become physical with him, he doesn’t react much.’’ His head comes to rest on top of yours as he squeezes your hand in return. ‘‘It’s getting Mike to calm down and drop it that was hard. I’m worried for the next time they’ll see each other.’’

Sensing the distress of his friend, Murro’s companion comes back and let himself drop on your feet. Pressing himself against your legs and resting his head on Murro’s lap to comfort him.

‘‘Oh boy…’’ You start. ‘‘I think my legs just got crushed into powder.’’

‘‘Wait until he gets overly excited and runs into you.’’ He says laughing.

‘‘Murro… Normally constitute people can die from that… Or at least fatally injured. I’m surprised you can still walk!’’ You say looking up at him with disbelief.

Murro avoids your look, thinking fast as he pets his companion manes. ‘‘He’s the runt of the litter.’’

‘‘That’s still pretty dangerous…’’ You sigh while smiling. ‘‘Oh well, I can’t be mad at you and even less at this cutie.’’ you say to his companion as you scratch his chin with your free hand. The companion seems pretty pleases with your scratches.

Murro looks at the two of you interacting. Warmth flooding in his chest at the sight of the two of you getting along so well. People finding boar cute didn’t run the street. And his boar was an important part of his family.

The two of you stay like that for a while. Taking in the cool breeze and resting on each others’ shoulders with your eyes closed. Thinking about nothing, just taking in the peace. And your legs getting more and more crushed as Murro’s companion was falling asleep.

It doesn’t take long for the dawn air to start settling in, and goosebump coming with it.

‘‘Should we head inside?’’ Murro asks you. Feeling cold too.

‘‘But the noiseeee…’’ You pout.

Murro’s sight. ‘‘You know that the manor is big enough for us to be away from the others? Even in the communal spaces.’’

‘‘Maybe for you, but everyone is so noisy in there. Even their silence is noisy. You’re the only one’s that’s not.’’

‘‘Alright, alright. But once it’s dark we go back inside. We’ll both catch a cold otherwise’’ he says with a sigh. But even with your eyes closed you can feel his smile. He also prefers to be out anyway. Put unlike you, the manor feels claustrophobic for him.

‘‘mmhm!’’ That’s your only answer as you nuzzle more comfortably into his neck.

You break the silence not long after.

‘‘You know, in books they said kissing makes you feel warms~’’

“‘Oh really?’’ He scoffs playfully at your sentence.

‘‘It doesn’t hurt to give it a try.’’

‘‘You know you don’t need to make up excuses to have more kisses. I was out in matches a lot these days. I missed you too.’’

‘‘I have no idea what you’re talking about’’ You answer playfully as he rolls his eyes playfully.

His face comes looking for yours. His lips getting to yours softly, as you lift you head for a better access. The tip of his mustache tickling your skin during your exchange of soft kisses. You nibble at his lips teasingly, your free hand going up to rest on his face. Your fingers intertwine in his wild beard while your thumb caress his cheek.

The air around you two gets warmer and you open your mouth to let him in. His own hand going to your neck as he gets a taste of you. Something he’s been longing for some time now.

Unable to move your legs, the position isn’t the most comfortable, but right now it doesn’t matter. You just feel great with him.

Soon you both part ways to take in some air. You close your eyes as Murro caress the back of your neck with his thumb. Resting your forehead against each other. The sounds of frogs signaling the night fall.

‘‘It’s time to go.’’ He says reluctance in his voice.

‘‘We can’t wake up your companion. That would be so cruel!’’

‘‘We said, at night we go back.’’

‘‘You never specify when during the night~’’

‘‘…’’ He should have seen that one coming.

[scenesniper]

☆ identity v masterlist

survivors i do not write for: kreacher pierson | servais le roy | kurt frank | murro morton | "little girl"

hunters i do not write for: bane perez | robbie white | bonbon | philippe | the will brothers | burke lapadura | percy

survivors!

🧲 "prospector" | norton campbell

⭒ general sfw & nsfw headcanons [OLD]

🎨 "painter" | edgar valden

⭒ general nsfw headcanons [OLD] ; request

🧯 "fire investigator" | florian brand

⭒ general sfw & nsfw headcanons

⭒ jealous reader! sfw & nsfw headcanons ; request

🤹 "acrobat" | mike morton

⭒ general sfw & nsfw headcanons ; request

🏏 "batter" | ganji gupta

⭒ general nsfw headcanons ; request

🤠 "cowboy" | kevin ayuso

⭒ general nsfw headcanons ; request

⚰️ "embalmer" | aesop carl

⭒ general sfw & nsfw headcanons ; request

🚀 "weeping clown" | joker

⭒ general sfw & nsfw headcanons

🦉 "seer" | eli clark

⭒ general sfw & nsfw headcanons ; request

✉️ "postman" | victor grantz

⭒ dominant reader! nsfw headcanons ; request

🧸"puppeteer" | matthias czernin

⭒ general sfw & nsfw headcanons ; request

hunters!

⛏️ "fool's gold" | norton campbell

⭒ general nsfw headcanons [OLD]

✂️ "the ripper" | jack

⭒ "good child" size kink nsfw headcanons ; request

ships!

eli clark x aesop carl

⭒ my beloved [OLD]

[heartshapedbubble]

masterlist pt.1

[summer 2022 - autumn 2023]

rules/intro

cut for length! 🫧

survivors:

helena adams👁

general/random hcs

with a s/o that likes to bake

luca balsa⚡

general/random hcs

with a s/o that can crush a watermelon with their thighs

dealing with insomnia hcs

demi bourbon🍾

matchup

norton campbell🧲

soul catcher with a shy s/o

soul catcher with a jealous s/o

soul catcher with a child reader

with a s/o that decided to cut their hair

numbers 2&3 // music and fashion

birthday hcs

my very own prince charming - a soul catcher x reader fic

aesop carl⚰️

with a s/o that loves physical touch

trickster fluffy hcs with a female s/o

with a s/o that decided to cut their hair

numbers 4&9 // love language & physical affection

number 2 // music

with a s/o that listens to rnb/lofi

eli clark🦉

general/random hcs

spending time with their sibling hcs

luchino diruse🦎

s/o that looks intimidating but is actually a softie

with a very shy s/o

with a s/o that likes to baby him

spring heated wine hcs

spring heated wine with a jealous s/o

spring heated wine with a child reader

the person i once knew - luchino angst oneshot

numbers 3&8 // fashion and body quirks

number 2 // music

the person i once knew, part 2

patricia dorval🌌

number 6 // relationships in the manor

william ellis🏈

s/o that looks intimidating but is actually a softie

spending time with their sibling hcs

with a s/o that can crush a watermelon with their thighs

kurt frank📚

with a s/o that likes books and adventures

number 7 // pets

victor grantz💌

birthday hcs

ganji gupta🏏

with a reader who plays the electric guitar

with a s/o that listens to rnb/lofi

frederick kreiburg🎼

general/random hcs

with a s/o who gives out words of affection/acts of service

andrew kreiss🕸

with a writer/aroace s/o

general/random hcs

with a s/o that loves physical touch

with a s/o that's having a breakdown

with a s/o that can crush a watermelon with their thighs

relationship hcs

with a s/o who can't speak english well

crushing on reader at the same time as edgar

with a s/o who gives out words of affection/acts of service

servais le roy🪄

with a reader who sees them as a father figure

lucky guy🎲

with a reader who plays the electric guitar

mike morton🃏

with an emotional s/o

murro morton🐗

with a reader who sees them as a father figure

orpheus📕

with an assassin s/o

dating/married life hcs

"family", an idv oneshot

unspoken words (orpheus x maid reader)

naib subedar🗡

general/random hcs

with an assassin s/o

edgar valden🎨

crushing on reader at the same time as andrew

weeping clown🎭

number 9 // physical affection

margaretha zelle🩰

numbers 8&9 // body quirks and physical affection

memory🧸

"family", an idv oneshot

burke being a grandpa to memory

hunters:

alva lorenz/hermit🌩

with an s/o who's engaged in equestrian sports

antonio paganini/violinist🎻

with a s/o that can crush a watermelon with their thighs

matchup

with an s/o who's engaged in equestrian sports

bane perez/gamekeeper🦌

with a reader who sees them as a father figure

burke lapadura/mad eyes🔨

being a grandpa to memory/little girl

ithaqua/night watch🌫

going friendly hcs

jack/the ripper🎩

with hyper!child reader

joseph desaulnier/photographer📷/🐍

childhood friends with d.m. - part 1

childhood friends with d.m. - part 2

childhood friends with d.m. - part 3

with an s/o who knows french

matchup

leo beck/hell ember☄️

with a reader who sees them as a father figure

with hyper!child reader

luchino diruse/evil reptilian🦎

spending time outside during the summer with their s/o

number 4 // love language

numbers 3&8 // fashion and body quirks

number 2 // music

the person i once knew, part 2

with an s/o who's engaged in equestrian sports

walking on s/o getting punched in the mouth

dream walker with sleeping reader/general hcs

michiko/geisha🌸

comfort/fluff hcs with a female s/o

with hyper!child reader

percy/undead🧟‍♂️

with a reader who sees them as a father figure

with hyper!child reader

robbie white/axe boy🌲

gn!survivor!reader platonic/family hcs

xie bian & fan wujiu/wu chang☂️/☂️⚪️/☂️⚫️

with a s/o that can crush a watermelon with their thighs

w/ a fem!hunter! reader who has 2 borzois

wujiu with a s/o who writes about sensitive themes

walking on s/o getting punched in the mouth