#muriel x GN mc

[bomber-grl]

Muriel dating headcanons♡

Pairing(s): Muriel x Gn!reader (no pronouns used)

Honestly such a sweetheart

It’s given that he’s very awkward and doesn’t know how to initiate or show he wants affection

However, he is the sweetest man ever

He’s always doing stuff for you, going out of his way and always just wanting to protect you

Regardless of your height, he’s afraid of physically hurting you, he’s very gentle and most times he just allows you to go to him instead of the other way around

By the way, him being awkward and not knowing how to initiate physical affection does not mean he doesn’t want to hold you/be held by you

Oftentimes you’ll find him trying to initiate physical contact

However, with time, he becomes more open and affectionate

Instances like when he was comfortable to be comfortable enough to walk around the market together

He tried to hold your hand and although he hesitated in the beginning he gradually started being more affectionate

So we all know how confident he starts getting in the upright ending right?

Well he becomes super cuddly

He’s always hugging you and wanting to be held by you, always reaching out for your hand and just wanting to be with you at all times

A relationship with muriel would also include spending the majority of your time in the forest and with him in his hut with inana

Not that you mind

It’s always a new adventure with the two of them

And ofc you and Muriel are bound to get into disagreements however they’re short lasted as the two of you really don’t like being on bad terms

I’d honestly rate him as a 10/10

He’s always treating you well and he just really loves you.

Honestly, besides doing things needed for your survival he goes out of his way to make you/give you things

When the two of you were spending your day in the forest, doing whatever it was Muriel need to do, he surprised you from behind and he handed you a small but sweet bouquet he made on his way back to the hut.

Now continuing from how I previously stated that he does things for you, well it just levels up way more during winter time.

He’s always getting firewood, always tucking you in bed, and just anything really

However, once you tell him to stop and lie down with you he does

I know I already mentioned how confident and how he grew as a character in his upright ending

But, despite the fact, he’s still the big easily flustered man you knew

Especially when you tease in public

He always tells you to stop as he covers his strawberry tinted face

But that just spurs you on even more

He’s honestly just a cutie and I think we all already know that

[iridescent-solstice]

Mermaid!Muriel who can't stop himself from coming to the surface everyday just to catch a glimpse of you! He's too anxious and shy to actually talk to you, so he darts underwater anytime you even glance in his general direction.

You're convinced he's a figment of your imagination. Until one day you stumble upon him sprawled out on shore. His breathing rapid and uneven, not to mention the concerningly large cut on his abdomen . . . How could you not stay around to take care of him?

[totally-not-here-for-the-smut]

Can't stop thinking that after what some of the M6 went through, trauma must have taken his toll on their intimacy. I have some headcanons about how the M6 handle their trauma in smut-fluff situations. Idk, it seems "wrong" to just ignore the fact? We didn't often get the chance to read some trauma-handling that isn't "oooh I couldn't stand the idea of sex but ☆magic love☆ healed me in just one thrust!"

Please note: Not meant to be realistic, let alone feticize it, it's just something that resonates with my idea of them. I'm no professional and didn't experience first hand most of this but if you did and doesn't rub you right please let me know and I'll try to do better.

So here's my headcanons about ~

Handling Trauma

Muriel ♧

Muriel doesn't mind nudity per se. Being shame about it something tied to social modesty, and him being a mountain hermit, it feels kinda natural to him.

But seeing entwined bodies? That's awful for him. The touch, the musle tension, the groping and the expressions, the sight of skin and flesh bending under his hands and a body pressed under him... no.

That's too much, too similar to wrestling for your life. He can't stand it.

... which is very difficult, given that he'd want to hold you tight, drawn his loneliness into your scent and be one with you.

So, you started slowly. Lights off (easy thing in his hut), you touching gently his chest, tracing his features with the lighest strokes.

He touched you as if you were a bubble ready to burst. His caresses were like leaves falling on your naked body, barely heavier than his warm breath on you.

Way later, the two of you discovered that he enjoyed using his lips way more than his hands - that didn't brought anything horrible back to his memory. Your -and his- bodies became maps to be traced with kisses and lingering sighs of desire.

He wanted to see you come, for he needed to see that those body of his was capable of giving pleasure and not just pain. You had to lie still on the furs of his bed, tights spread open to not make him feel chocked between them, your hands in his hair like a breeze.

Coming under his tongue left you shaking, grasping at the furs for comfort. You hurled in a ball, with a racing heart and short breaths that made you look so beautiful in your fragility that he couldn't help to - finally- lay beside you, taking you between his arms.

It's not like that night solved everything, but now the darkness of his hut is heavy with your moans. He still can't bear the sight of your body writhe against his, but now his hands knows all the mountains and valleys of your body, tracing the paths he came to know by heart. Now your curves melts into his, as the patience you took to know each other carved them as water on stone.

Does it work? Idk, I'll keep adding to it if I feel like it does

[arcanarubinaito]

What are your thoughts on how an extroverted, confident, energetic MC would be with Muriel as an LI? (🪶)

Thank you for the ask, Feather Anon! I’ve been itching to do some creative writing outside of my story, so I hope you don’t mind that I’m writing this more like a short story/narrative style post.

Summary:

You command the room when you walk in, and everyone takes notice. He loves that about you; being riddled with constant social anxiety himself, it’s nothing short of a relief for Muriel to see that you don’t have to deal with it yourself. (Besides, it doesn’t hurt that it takes the attention off of him.)

He’s just worried that you’ll feel isolated and alone if you move in with him.

It’s exactly a month after the defeat of Lucio and The Devil, and everyone had gathered to celebrate together in the Rowdy Raven. He tries to stick to a corner in the back, but he is far too large and conspicuous to avoid the attention for long. Some people stare, others are braver and approach him to exchange a few words and express thanks. Muriel wants nothing more than to melt into a puddle. He appreciates not being looked at like he was still the Scourge, thankful that people weren’t afraid of him anymore. But the only reason he was here was to see you. You had been busy helping with repairs in the city while Muriel helped those still lingering in the camp outside his home, and hadn’t had much time to really talk or interact for the past week.

“You all didn’t start without me now, did you?” Your voice rings out as you stride in, and Muriel slumps back against the wall with relief. He watches some of the crowd clamor to get your attention as Julian passes you a beer stein, giving him room to breathe.

You look a little tired, he notices, but your face is practically glowing. Your eyes meet across the room and you light up even further, drawing a slight smile from Muriel’s otherwise stoic expression. He loves your smile. Immediately you chug your drink and begin pushing through the crowd, exchanging short words with a few other people before you finally reach him. He doesn’t even have the time to say ‘hello’ before you throw your arms around him in a tight hug that he quickly returns.

“God, I missed you so much.” You groan, tilting your head back to look up at him. Muriel lifts his hand, cradling your face gently in his large palm as he dips down to kiss your forehead—silently telling you he missed you just as much. “I didn’t have any time to visit this week and it was killing me, actually.” You stretch up on your toes and loop your arms around his neck, filling him in on all the little things he’d missed. Stuffy nobles complaining that they weren’t getting their homes repaired sooner, and Nadia putting them in their place. Helping Portia and the other kitchen staff with preparing food for all the displaced citizens. Julian and Asra, busy with healing and helping reunite separated families and friends.

He listens to you ramble on with a soft smile, and follows as you take his arm and lead him to the bar. “—but now I think I’ll have a lot of down time, which means I can spend more time with you.” Muriel’s smile widens a little more at that, and he can feel his face warm up when you shoot him a wink. Yeah, he knows what that means all too well. “Hey Lavinia, let’s get a round of black mead for everyone!” You call across the bar, knocking your hand against the wood loudly. “And put it on Jules’ tab!”

“Wait what—?”

A short laugh breaks past Muriel’s lips at Julian’s indignant squawk, and he catches a shit-eating grin plastered over your face as you settle onto one of the stools. Two mugs of the dark liquor slide across the bar towards you both, Muriel putting his hand out to gently stop them before they fall off and passing one to you. “What did he do to deserve that?” He asks, amused. You hide your smirk with your mug.

“Nothing.” You rest your chin in one hand. “I’ll pay it off myself, his reaction is just funny.”

“That’s a little mean.”

“It is a little mean, yeah.” You laugh, eyes glittering with mirth. The firelight reflects like spots of amber in your eyes, and he’s reminded of that first night. Your worried face and gentle hands cast in the soft glow of the fireplace, and the begrudging step he had taken to trust you just a little. The best decision he’s ever made, really. Muriel reaches forward to brush some stray hairs out of your eyes without thinking.

A few ‘awww’s scattered from the crowd made him flinch and quickly withdraw, his face hot with embarrassment. Muriel hides his burning face with a quick swig from the wooden mug in his hand and turns his back to the crowd quickly. He had been so swept up in the moment that he forgot you both weren’t alone, and many pairs of eyes were on you at any given moment.

Your hand touches the side of his face lightly, reassuring and gentle. Grounding him for a little longer and soothing that surge of anxiety and embarrassment. His eyes flicker in your direction again briefly before he roots his stare on the mug in his hands again. “You want to head back early?” You suggest softly. Muriel lowers his mug. He wants to say yes; he’s by far had his fill of socializing today and just wants to wind down somewhere quiet and familiar. But he hesitates. You only just got here, and he knows how much you enjoy these gatherings. You thrive off of social interactions, would it be selfish for him to ask you to leave so soon?

“We don’t have to.” Muriel finally says, begrudgingly, forcing himself to look back up at you. He can stick it out a little while longer for your sake, just as you’ve done for him before. It’s loud and crowded and his anxiety is already going haywire, and god his head is starting to hurt too. But he can suck it up.

“I really don’t mind going home if you need to.” You reply. He watches your eyes drift past him, your hand waving off someone behind him quickly before your gaze returns to meet his. “I know this isn’t exactly where you’re most comfortable.” That was an understatement if Muriel had ever heard one.

Wait. Go back. Did you say ‘home?’

Gently, you pull him away from the bar, guiding him through the swirling crowd towards the back door. He reaches out to push it open for you, his fingertips lingering on the wood for only a moment before you whisk him down the alleyway to a more secluded spot, away from prying eyes. His eyes widen a little, and he lifts his hand to curl it over the one you cup his cheek with. “You said ‘home.’” Muriel breathes out. Your face softens a little, a smile creeping up on your lips.

You’ve hidden yourselves among some crates stacked up between the buildings, a nearby street lamp casting your faces into wild shadows. “Yeah, I did.” You confirm, moving your hand so that your fingers are twined together now. You dip your head down, kissing the tops of his knuckles with a sweet brush of your lips that sends a jolt of electricity through Muriel’s body. “I’d like to move in with you—if you want, I mean.” You add on quickly.

Muriel’s heart hammers in his chest. “What about the shop?” He asks, his voice a little more breathless than he would’ve liked.

“The shop is a little bit crowded these days—” Right, Julian had moved in. Muriel tries (and fails) to resist the urge to make a face at the thought of the doctor living with Asra. “—and I’m not exactly selling anything right now either.” You continue, tilting your head to the side just a little. “And it’s so far from your place.”

“My place is also far from everything else.” He points out quietly. Muriel wants nothing more than for you to move in with him, to make that little hut feel more like a little home. But would it be too far from Vesuvia, and all your friends? Would you be happy, or would you start to feel isolated and alone?

“I know.” You guide him out of his thoughts with a soft voice and a gentle squeeze of his hand. “And I’m okay with that.” He searches your gaze, finding only love and warmth, and that gleam of pure conviction he knows so well. His shoulders relax just a little bit and his thumb rubs along the back of your hand idly while he listens. “It isn’t really all that long of a walk to get to the city. It just feels… It just feels too far from you.” You smile up at him and he practically melts, lips twitching up into a faint smile.

“I want you to be happy.” Muriel confesses softly. He brings his other hand up to envelope yours in his large and calloused palm.

“And I’m happy whenever I’m with you.” You stretch up on your toes, and he leans down just a little to meet you halfway, stealing a soft and sweet kiss—thankfully, without anyone around to see. Muriel sneaks a glance around just to double check before he wraps his arms around you and pulls you in closer, one steady hand at your waist and the fingers of his other twined gently through your hair. He can feel your hands rest against his chest for a moment before you reach up to hold his face in your ever-gentle hands.

He pulls away just slightly, your warm breath mingling with his against the cool night air. “I love you.” Muriel murmurs, and the corners of his eyes crinkle with a smile. He moves his hand to brush an errant lock of hair out of your eyes, studying them. Muriel wasn’t one for eye contact, but it was so easy for him to get lost in your eyes. They always reflected the light so beautifully, and tonight was no exception; the light of the street lamp mingled with the moonlight, casting your eyes in a contrast of gold and silver.

“I love you too.” You murmur. Your thumb lightly brushes along his cheek and traces along his scar tenderly, sending a soft shiver down his spine. Muriel shifts, his lips meeting the spot just between your eyebrows before he pulls away, his hands resting on your waist. You tilt your head back a little to look up at him, letting your hands settle back on his shoulders before sliding them down his arms and resting them against his biceps, just above his elbows.

“… yeah. I think I’d like to go home now.” He murmurs, finally answering your question from before. Your smile widens a little and you take hold of his hand as you both finally pull away from where you were hidden and start to walk down the street.

[thefishermansharbor]

Mc and the kid (from the M6 as parents) who hit teenage years get into an argument (can be about anything). Ends up in a screaming match and both go to different rooms slamming doors. How would Asra, Julian and Muriel react?

The M6 reacting to their partner getting into an argument with their child.

The arcana x GN!Reader      TW: shouting, cursing, depictions of violence.

Asra Alnazar:

Asra is very level-headed and won’t take ‘sides’, but he’ll ask for both people’s point of view. He understands that a teenager is very hard to deal with, but he is a bit disappointed in you for letting escalate to something like this.

He knows you want only whats best for your child, but he thinks firmly that yelling is not the way to parent a child of any age. 

Asra first checks in with his child, and figures out what their perspective is. Then, he’ll find out yours. Once he knows what’s going on, he’ll bring you both together and make both people apologize.

Ultimately, it ends with a big family hug and Asra being the sweetest man alive. He says wonderful things about both of you, and then comes it with some sort of family time plan afterwards.

Muriel the outsider:

He’s not one to resolve the conflict. He’s not a fan of shouting, due to his past. At first he thinks something is deathly wrong, and he gets into fight or flight mode. When he realizes you two are just arguing, he takes a deep breath and tries to seperate you. 

If either one of you cries, he crumbles inside. There’s no worse pain than seeing the ones he loves upset, and to be completely honest - he feels so bad that you two are arguing, he hates it. 

He does check in with his child first. He wants to make sure that this won’t have a lasting impact on them. He doesn’t want this to scare them the way some events in his childhood did. 

He’ll try and make you side with your child’s point of view, but if you’re really stubborn, you’ll have to work it out on your own. He really doesn’t want to upset either of you, and waits for it to blow over. 

When it does, life goes back to normal. He doesn’t bring it up and hopes neither of you do either. It goes unaddressed, and he continues being himself. 

Julian Devorak:

He will completely agree with you. As long as it’s whats’ best for your child, he agrees whole-heartedly and backs up your argument. He’s shocked at first, he can’t believe the nerve of them. 

Julian is a bit close minded since he grew up without parents, but he believes they should be grateful that they have a parent who cares about them so much.

He will hear them out but not without a stern talking to first. He thinks that the family should never raise their voices at each other, and makes you both swear not to dare do it again.

He fixes the issue by making everyone sit down and listen to you. He thinks that your opinion is valuable, and should be followed. If it isn’t, he takes it upon himself to find out why.

Hello! Thanks for requesting, it was an interesting idea. If you're unhappy with this, or think it's too short, just let me know and I'll edit it! Otherwise, have a great day and request again any time.

[laughsinfandom]

A Whittle Help

Muriel X GN! Reader

“could i possibly ask for a muriel x reader where the MC is picking up whittling to share an interest with muriel? and they end up getting cut because they're new to it, so muriel's trying to teach them how to do it right...”

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The small piece of wood sat within my hand, small shavings slowly falling from the piece as I glide the whittling knife into the grain; The indents of a face had began to settle into the wood.

You’ve been working on this piece for a while now, it was supposed to be a gift for your lover; Muriel, a surprise gift if you will. You had no prior experience with this sort of thing but, He had little wooden figures all throughout the hut you both shared and you wanted to add to his collection of handmade items.

Inanna trotted up near where i was settled on the fur piled onto the floor, a happy pep in her step. Seeing her walk up, a smile fell upon my lips, seeing as i’ve made a generous amount of progress today I sat the items held within my hands down and began giving lnanna a scratch behind her ear.

As I rubbed against her ear she began to lower her head and sniff away at the shavings on the floor, her ears perking up as she eyed the knife that laid near. Her tail began to slowly wag as her face drifted between the knife and my face.

Then Suddenly, the knife was no longer there.

“Inanna! Put that down!”

The wolf’s tail wagged viciously as she bounced around, a small whittling knife trapped tightly between her jaws. I couldn’t help but laugh a bit as she began to playfully growl when my hand reached for the knife.

Heavy footsteps sounded off behind me as I dropped to my knees; attempting to trade the knife for a stick.

“Do you…need any help?” Muriels voice, always deep and laced with a small level of concern hit my ears. I look over my shoulder and give him a quick smile.

“I’m good!” His eyes cast a curious gaze down at inanna, the knife still held tightly in her jaw. At seeing this Muriels face drops, his large form flashes quickly from where he stood and towards inanna; the sudden action causing her to make a break for the door of the hut.

“Inanna!” Muriels voice thunders after her, a heavy lacing of worry coating it as he jolts after her.

I make a run after the two only for Inanna to curve past Muriel and begin darting towards me. I attempt to grab her only for her to jump away, with the knife dropping from her mouth.

A heavy sigh left my mouth as i bend to pick up the sharp utensil till I notice something; Blood. Blood was settled onto the blade, my eyes widen and my stomach drops. It was coming from me.

A small but deep cut in my hand had began to trickle blood, the small rivers of it gliding down my hand as i stare down at the now shaking palm.

Two large hands quickly fall into my vision and grip onto my wrist, Inanna slowly shuffles into view beside me; A sad look in her eyes.

Muriel stood before me, eyes widened with worry and a frown stained onto his lips. He quickly ushered me back inside the hut and began to wrap my wounded hand.

“How did she get it?” He asked.

Honestly, you didn’t wanna say. It was supposed to be a surprise, you didn’t want this little incident to spoil months of hard work.

“Please…” You couldn’t help but sigh and look up at him, His face still crunched into a worried expression.

“It was supposed to be a surprise.” Your non injured hand goes to rub your temple; “I was working on something for you but I didn’t realize inanna wanted to help too.” A small chuckle escaped your mouth.

The Wolf’s ears perk up at the sound of her name and she trotted over, my hand settles once again on her head and i give her a gentle scratch behind the ear. I look up at Muriel; an awkward smile on my face, the smile fades quickly as i notice his features blooming in a dark red.

“You… You wanted to make me something?” His voice was barely above a whisper, a small smile attempting to curve his lips as he finished wrapping your hand.

“Yeah!” I giggled at his flushed expression and stood up, pulling his arm with me in the process. I pulled him over to the pile of furs I had been working and grab the small wooden figure.

Turning the small thing within my hand I grab his and place it within his palm.

“It was gonna be you! I was gonna make one of me too, but..” Watching Muriel turn the figure around in his hand was almost vomit inducing, his eyes were just … Studying the figure; His thumb rubbing against the pieces edges.

“It’s … wonderful.” A smile graces his lips as he stares down at the figure.

At his words my face began to heat up, a heavy blush settling upon my features. His eyes rise from the figure to stare into mine, his own blush returning. One hand falls from the figure to grasp my own, his fingers curl tightly around mine.

“Thank you. But, Next time… let’s do it together.” His voice was soft as he began to express how he adored the figure, and the rest of the night was filled with giggles and wood shavings covering the floor. Your unskilled hands being guided by one of a near master, inanna was seated near the fireplace; a heavy bone settled in her jaws. Muriels way of keeping her curious and playful self away from the sharp tools.

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[beanswrites]

"Of Cupcakes And Kisses" Muriel x MC, from "The Arcana"

Cute fluffy one-shot where Muriel and MC from the visual novel/video game "The Arcana" go on a picnic date. Requested by anon!

Since it wasn't specified in the request whether MC is masc, fem or gn, I decided to make it gender neutral so everybody can enjoy!

Word count: about 1200 words

Trope: General fluff

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"What did you bring?"

They turned around and bent down to take their baked goods out of the basket.

"Oh, I made you something!"

He raised an eyebrow curiously. Suddenly, a large smile appeared on his face as they took a tray of cupcakes and put it onto the sheet, next to the rest of the food.

"Are those.. Cupcakes?"

They smiled gently, giving him one.

"Yeah! And they are chocolate with berry frosting, your favorite! I even used those berries we picked three days ago, here in the woods!"

He bit into it, a satisfied hum rumbling from his chest.

"..They are good. Really good."

It was a lovely day in Vesuvia. No clouds in the sky with the warm breeze, perfect for the end of May.

MC was in the kitchen of their and Asra's house, baking a surprise for a certain man they will be seeing later. It wasn't everyday somebody as introverted as him asked somebody to a picnic!

It's not that he was shy, Muriel just disliked people. In general. After all the horrible experiences he had with all kinds of people, it wasn't a surprise. There was one person and one person only, in this entire universe, that he felt completely comfortable with, and it just happened to be MC.

As they whisked the icing, the newly baked cupcakes were cooling down. They were made out of rich, dark chocolate, Muriel's favorite. MC knew that it was his first picnic date, so they wanted to make it super special. Even tho he wasn't really specific on what kind of surprise he had in mind (he doesn't talk much), MC still blushed at the thought that he cared enough to prepare something special just for them.

Muriel and them haven't been dating for a very long time (only a couple of months), however, both of them knew that this was it. Neither of them is going to want anybody else ever again. Why would they? Muriel and MC, even though they were very different, fit like a puzzle. He was an introverted guy who has never been shown real love, and they were an extroverted, talkative person who was willing to give all of their love to him. The perfect match!

That's exactly why this picnic was important. MC wanted to yet again show Muriel just and exactly how much they loved him. Surprisingly, this time he took the initiative and he was the one that planed the whole thing. They tried to help, asking if they needed to bring anything like the blanket, maybe some food... But his only reply was:

"Don't worry, I got it."

The excitement rose in their chest as they carefully packed the freshly made cupcakes in a basket. Yeah, sure, Muriel said that he's got everything covered, but that doesn't mean that MC can't spoil him with some homemade sweets!

When they were finished with packing everything they need, they got dressed in a light tunic and some summery pants, an outfit perfect for this occasion. As they walked out of the door, the basket in their hand, Asra stopped them right as they were to step out of the doorway.

"Hey MC, where are you heading to?"

Pinkish blush rose in their cheeks. Asra is Muriel's best friend and they are very close, which means the magician has always shipped you two. In his defence, you really were the cutest couple around. Asra would always tease you about Muriel, asking smug things like:

"When's the wedding?"

"You two kids be careful, no messing around before marriage!"

And so on. To avoid his teasing, MC ran thru the door quickly saying:

"Muriel and I have a picnic planed, gotta go!"

They ran as fast as they could through the crowd, eager to finally see their boyfriend. Just the thought of being able to call Muriel their boyfriend brought a huge smile on their face.

The place where they were having their picnic was in the forest, near Muriel's hut, since he doesn't like going far away from his home. They didn't mind, though. As far as they could have a nice picnic with him, they didn't care where it was.

As MC approached closer to their meeting spot, they got more and more amazed. On the ground was a white sheet, and not a fur like MC would have guessed Muriel would bring, and it was decorated with lilies and daises. What really shocked them was the food. They expected Muriel to make some soup, maybe even some roast, but this was definitely not what they were expecting.

On the sheet, all sorts of colourful and diverse dishes were spread out. From all kinds of fruits to sandwiches, it was certainly the most beautiful picnic they have ever seen.

While they were still frozen in place from the awe over the nice layout, a certain huge figure quietly approached them.

"Hey, MC. Do you.. Do you like it?"

His voice scared them, since they didn't see him coming. When they finally reached their senses, they jumped up in his arms, instantly wrapping theirs around his neck.

"I love it! Wow, Muriel, this is amazing! I didn't know you could be so romantic!"

They kissed his cheek, his arms still wrapped tightly around their waist, holding them up.

"Thanks. I.. I tried."

He gently let them down, back on their feet. However, they still haven't removed their arms from the back of his neck, gently stroking the hair where his neck meets his head. They stayed like that, in each other's arms, for a couple of moments more, before Muriel noticed the basket his partner brought.

"What did you bring?"

They turned around and bent down to take their baked goods out of the basket.

"Oh, I made you something!"

He raised an eyebrow curiously. Suddenly, a large smile appeared on his face as they took a tray of cupcakes and put it onto the sheet, next to the rest of the food.

"Are those.. Cupcakes?"

They smiled gently, giving him one.

"Yeah! And they are chocolate with berry frosting, your favorite! I even used those berries we picked three days ago, here in the woods!"

He bit into it, a satisfied hum rumbling from his chest.

"..They are good. Really good."

That made MC smile. They were glad that the larger man, who usually didn't enjoy much of the finer food, liked their baking. On one side, they knew he would, it was his favorite after all. The dark, bitter chocolate reminded them of his looks, of the way he always shut everyone out and survived by himself out in the darker sides of the forest. However, the berries were a complete contrast; it reminded them of how soft he was with them, how, no matter of his larger silhouette, he was still always so gentle with them.

On the other hand, it still felt nice to know that it made him smile.

He pulled MC to his chest, their much smaller hands on his pecs. Muriel nudged his head into the crook of their neck, kissing their cheek. MC chuckled, peppering kisses along his jawline and and his chin. Finally, their lips met, instantly leaning into each other.

When they had to pull away for air, Muriel caressed their cheek with his thumb.

"You taste like chocolate" They sighted, still breathless from the kiss.

"You taste like berries" He replied, grinning widely.

Both of them cuddled on the empty space of the white sheet in silence for a couple of moments, before MC sat up.

"Was this your plan all along? For this picnic to be made of cupcakes and kisses?"

Muriel only chuckled.

"I didn't expect the cupcakes", he murmured, kissing them again.

When they pulled away this time, MC pulled him by his hand.

"Come on now, let's eat! Better not let these sandwiches go to waste!"

[cryptiql]

PRAYING FOR JULY.

muriel x gn!reader . . spoilers for muriel's route ahead, proceed with caution !

a/n: this is more of a drabble than anything because i've been putting it off for too long, but i definitely hope to write for him more

muriel had learned to lie in passiveness, back bowed for the devil to give him his lashes. his eyes burned, and he bled—bled and wept with the same raw, warm red that kissed the ground he bore his hands into, searching for a place to rest. he’s bitter—all of him, ash on the tongue that speaks his name as though it was worth being spoken at all—and gods, he feels pathetic clawing at the moss, silently begging to be good enough for someone, anyone, even the earth below. would it take me, if i asked? it’s silly, he thinks he hears a reply rooted in the soil that clots beneath his fingernails, but it’s barely there. he has to wonder if he’s imagined it all as he sits back on his heels, breathing ragged. not yet. not now.

january unfurls like a slow storm, and muriel tries to forget.

he wishes it were as simple for him as it were for you. he almost succumbs to the swarm of the market in his hesitation, glancing over his shoulder at watch you spin round in circles aimlessly. you wouldn’t find him. not that you knew who he was, or would want to anyhow. you could always try, but muriel hates how you try to pick him out, blood-stained, monstrous and all, like the mere sight of him isn’t a curse enough. you weren’t supposed to remember him. what hurts more is that you look relieved to see him again, the brilliance of your smile flickering to a dull shine as you feel his wounds like fruit, patient in how you guide him to sit still, a damp cloth pressed to his skin. 

you’ll leave him in february, he tells himself. gone by morning, the memory of him rotting in the far corners of your mind. you hold the myrrh to your chest like you can’t bear the thought of losing it, and muriel pretends like he doesn’t care, even if his heart knows better, clenching once, twice, three times. if you catch his lie, you don’t press it—only wrap the green scarf around him, fingertips smoothing the fabric over his chest in featherlight touches, as if to say “you’re worth it”. you give him every chance to pull away, and muriel takes it more times than he’s proud to admit, but that doesn’t change how every part of him aches in regret. 

he can’t take the words back now, but he can try to be better. he wants to be better for you. muriel could be like spring, pure and beautiful, marching sluggishly along under the waning moon, but he’s still not there yet. he can’t force the ugly, loathsome thing trapped between his ribs to settle when you curl up beside him on the floor, not anymore than he can force you to run like he told you to. you don’t need to know that he dreamt of you that night; oil on skin, pinks and yellows bleeding into the sky, your lips molded to the shape of his neck. he doubts you would listen, though you say otherwise. 

so when muriel feels april approaching, he starts to trust you; wholly, using every waking moment to pray he won’t be sorry. he could die here, the shadows growing darker behind his eyes as lifetimes whirl past him in a blur, never knowing how grateful you are to share this one with him. maybe it’s just enough that he feels loved in this moment, however often the ghost of himself says it won’t last. 

but the hatchet is buried, isn’t it? more than that—he feels clean, mind, body and soul, and if you could hold them all in the palm of your hand, he wouldn’t even flinch. muriel thinks he can understand now, why you cried for him; why it mattered that he wasn’t afraid of you, and what a surprise that was, because how could he ever fear you? how, when you touched him so tenderly, even after all he’d done, murmuring litanies of praise into the spaces where only he could hear, “i love you”s traded between your bodies? muriel can’t remember all the months that passed, but july is always there in the forefront of his mind, a grained photograph of forking roads and lush verdure leading back home. 

the pale, wonted blues and grays had turned to gold, veiled thinly in a warm orange glow. against the nearest wall there stands a chair draped in tapestries yet to be hung, and muriel’s free hand reaches out to trace their decorative patterns. his trail stops at the crest of a bear’s head, crowned in flowers, and his lips twitch into a small smile. you grumble incoherently from beneath the weight of his bicep, curled around your head to pull you closer into his hulking form, and muriel chuckles, finally sinking into the bed. the mattress groans weakly as he rolls onto his back, and you take the opportunity to rest your chin on his chest, gazing up at him blearily. 

whatever you aim to say in the first few seconds, muriel doesn’t bother trying to translate—with it being nothing more than a string of jumbled garbling, he doesn’t think he’d be able to anyway—but when you manage to gather your senses, it’s well worth the wait.

“i love you.” muriel cranes his neck to look at the ceiling, hoping it will hide his blush, but it’s a poor attempt at best. you hum into his collarbone with amusement, fingers threading through his hair and tugging gently as if to tell him “look at me”. the things you don’t say, muriel finds, speak volumes. he complies eventually, albeit with a pout that is quickly ushered away by your lips on his, the first signs of dawn pouring from your lazy movements. 

“i love you,” he whispers in reply, thumbing your cheek before kissing you once more. muriel thinks it could be december by the time he pulls away, flushed and panting softly. then, you hook your leg around his middle to pull him flush against you, sighing into the heat of his mouth and reminding him that summer is just over the bend. inanna grants you both this mercy by keeping to her rug by the fire, and muriel silently gives his thanks while tugging the covers over your bodies. from the corner of the window, he can see the lemon tree flourishing, and it’s just like he dreamt: oil on skin pinks and yellows bleeding into the sky, your lips molded to the shape of his shoulder. morning yawns across the horizon, and muriel lies with you like it’s all he’s ever known, and it’s all it ever should have been. 

sleep comes easier in july.

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[dollarstore-writings]

teaching muriel to read

pronouns: they/them || plot: teaching the mountain man to read <<33 || a/n: sorry for the lack of content; however i refuse to apologize for writing for muriel bc i love him too much >:)) || cw: none

if there are any errors in my writing, please tell me so i can fix it- its such a peeve for me to see it like months later </3

to put it bluntly, i doubt muriel ever learned to read. i mean, he was sent away at such a young age (at no fault of his or his family). he probably barely knew how to speak the vesuvian language when he arrived. and it sure did not help that he was trained to be the scourge for all those years after lucio found him. he must have struggled with language on its own, so it isn't a big surprise to me if he can't read.

asra probably taught him some when they were younger but, not enough to get by on his own. basic alphabet, vowels, i honestly doubt he learned every letter, let alone the rules of when you put them together in words and how to pronounce them. so i imagine, in your free time, he'd enjoy talking to you. he'd enjoy listening to you talk about your day because, let's face it, the most interesting part of his day would have to probably be the chickens and how many eggs they laid that day. he wouldn't have much to talk about or do without you, and god he gets so bored.

so one day, on one of your small supply trips to the shop, you decide to bring home some books for muriel to keep him entertained while you're away and he's done with his daily chores (househusband muri <3). when you're home, muriel already has the fireplace set up for your usual cuddle session on the pile of furs, inanna's head rested on his thigh as he whittles away, throwing larger chunks of wood into the fire and letting the tiny chips fall onto a cloth placed into his lap.

the sound of the door opening and closing causes inanna to perk her head up, tail wagging as she barks lightly at you. muriel puts his woodcarving tools and artwork down, turning to face you with a smile only you would be able to notice.

"hey there," you greet him, running your hand through his hair to push it back, kissing his forehead. "hey," he mumbles back, pushing up against your lips, eyes closed as he visibly relaxes against your touch. "i brought you something," you say, barely able to contain your excitement as you pulled out a book from your bag. you show muriel the cover, wordlessly urging him to hold it himself.

the first thing you note is how confused he looks, then some pink makes its way onto his cheeks. his face doesn't read happiness or embarrassment brought about by teasing- he seems shy, uncomfortable almost when looking at the book.

"what's wrong?" you ask as soon as you notice, "do you not like it?"

"n-no! it's not that, i just.. it's."

a moment of silence passes between you two. you rest on your knees in front of muriel, rubbing his arm soothingly as he takes a deep breath before opening his mouth to speak-

"........ i just.... don't know how to read... only the basics but.. not enough for a whole b-book....."

you blink- once, twice- then it hits you like a pebble to he head, "oh! i'm so sorry, muri, i thought- honestly i don't know why i assumed, my deepest apologies, my love. i hope i haven't offended you.." you look genuinely upset, so concerned for his feelings- muriel feels the red rushing to his cheeks again, this time from shyness.

"n-no, i'm fine... i'm sorry i ruined your gift..."

"ruined? nonsense, sweetheart!" you take the book back, dusting the cover and eyeing the symbol, tracing the embroidered hardcover with your thumb mindlessly, "i thought you might have enjoyed it, since it's a fantasy tale. about this fairy, who falls in love with a human girl. but she's unable to speak, and the human girl she likes has sight problems, which causes issues between the two- muriel?"

you look over to your boyfriend, stopping your rant to see he's become so immersed in the story you're telling him. "and.. then what happens?" he asks quietly, and you can see the way the fire reflects in his wide eyes. he's interested in the story. he wants to hear it.

a candle lights itself in your brain, "oh muri, i have an idea!" you lean back against his chest, the wooden carving and tools now wrapped up in the cloth and set aside. you make yourself comfortable between his legs, and slowly- shyly- muriel wraps his arms around you, further warming you up, "what if.. i taught you how to read? how much do you know?"

and from then on, you and muriel made it a nightly routine to take turns reading to each other before bed. you'd read a paragraph, then him, then you, and so on. you'd help him with big words, pitying him when he stumbled on a word for too long. this would continue until one of you fell asleep first. usually it would be you- your boyfriend talking more? before bed? with the sounds of the fireplace as ambiance? yes pls.

you'd play with his hair, blanket wrapped around you both, sitting between muriel's thighs with inanna between your own, until you doze off. muriel would bookmark the page, carefully adjusting himself for you to sleep on him comfortably so that you wouldn't be aching in the morning.

i didn't know how to end this jjdjfsd </3

[beautifulblooms]

Muriel x GN! Reader, general headcanons

Just some short sweet thoughts about Muriel, such a gentle giant

CIS Women and Female Aligned people, please DNI, this story and all of my others are for non-binary, masculine aligned and male readers!

This mountain man

This bear of a man

He. Will. Smother. You

In the most loving and caring ways possible

Please just help him feed the chickens and take care of the hut

But seriously, even if you didn’t help he wouldn’t care, he loves you too much

Omg bandaging him up from an injury *smashes hand into desk* TAKE MY MONEY

He will watch your every move and just admire how much care you take of him

But hold on, it gets better….Him taking care of your wounds and bandaging you up *passes away*

He is so gentle with you

Too scared to do anything other than gently hold your injured limb and wrap it with the most delicate grasp on you and the softest cloth he can find

Let’s not even get started on Inanna, she didn’t like you at first, typical

But as time went on, and Muriel started actively seeking you out and being more lovey dovey with you, she warmed up real quick

Will tackle you when you walk through the door of the hut

Especially if you’ve been away for a decent amount of time

Take care of Inanna by brushing her, cleaning her, feeding her, anything really

Muriel will be SO SOFT immediately

He just loves when you take care of the things that mean so much to him

Feeding the chickens with him early in the morning, soft

Taking care of Inanna, soft

Cleaning up the hut, soft

Making dinner for the two of you, soft, soft, soft

For the love of fuck please just be nice to this man, he needs it and will absorb any love you give him

[the-melting-world]

IX. The Hermit | The Magician

Asra x Reader

Enjoy these daydreamy highlights from Asra’s Route! Masterlist

In-Route Prompts & Options Selected Prompt: “How well do you think you know your master?” Options: “Pretty well” / “Not very well.” / “He’s not my master.” *Coins* Prompt: “Would you know your Asra from mine?” Options: “Let me feel you.” / “I would know.” / “I wouldn’t know.” Prompt: “So… do you know?” Options: “Let me kiss you.” / “I know.” / “I don’t know.” Prompt: “Do you know?” Options: “I know.” / “I don’t know.” Prompt: "Which kiss was the real one? The first or the last?" Options: “First” / “Last”

~ 1k words

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Muriel takes all three of you to the top of his mountain. Along the way, Asra gives a little background into how Muriel’s runecasting works.

Asra says that you and him are going to meet his mentor at his gate. You remember the place from your last journey there. Part of you is excited about entering Asra’s inner world again, but part of you worries about meeting this mentor of his.

Who could it be?

There’s no time to wonder now, not when Asra is pulling you into the oasis pool until the water is up to your chests. Soon your bodies are sloshing around in watery auras and those harmless neon jellyfish.

Asra counts to three.

Then you go under…

You breathe despite the fact that you’re submerged. You wake up on a galaxy beach, slightly disoriented, but fine.

You let Asra help you up and you take it all in. You’re here. The Magician’s realm.

A voice, husky and lilting greets the two of you before an upright vulpine presence draped in red robes appears before you.

They call your name.

“Do you recognize my voice?”

How could you not? Out of all the cards, the Magician is almost never one of the quiet ones. Their voice and their aura combined feels so familiar. As if it’s one you’ve heard countless times over the many readings you’ve provided to the people of Vesuvia.

When Asra explains why the two of you have come there, the Magician is honest – they only have more questions to offer. No straight answers await you in their realm.

Asra warns you to not fall for their tricks as the two of you follow the Arcana further inside the wrinkles of this new reality.

You understand his meaning when the two of you enter… your very own reading room from the shop in South End.

Things are about to become very interesting.

The three of you gather around the reading table and speak on what is known about the strange entity haunting the Palace and what questions still linger.

Clever and curious, but not invincible – that’s who the Magician is.

There is talk of shape-shifting. Of face-stealing. It makes you uneasy.

But then...

“How well do you think you know your master?”

You answer the Magician as confidently as you can. Pretty well, you think.

The Magician twirls one of their claws and… poof.

Two Masters – no. Two Asras stand before you. One is the Magician and one is your very close friend.

So this has become a test then?

You find yourself rising to the occasion.

“Would you know your Asra from mine?”

You know what you need to do. You know how close you need to be to Asra to know – to really know – if the person sharing the same air as you is your Asra.

Because truly, there could be only one.

You look at both Asras and admit that you need to feel them in order to be sure.

The way Asra gasps your name… he doesn’t like this.

But the Magician is excited to play along.

They scramble your senses and once the slate is blank again, one of them approaches with teasing looks and shifting energy. As playful and tingling as this feels, they never quite hold your hand. They never quite meet your gaze.

Definitely the Magician.

When you reach out for the other Asra, their presence is one that you know, but you don’t expect to feel... So. Much. Pain. That intense soul-deep longing lingering in their gaze – yes, you’ve already guessed at some of that, but this darker ache… where did that come from?

“So… do you know?”

What if this is another trick, though? What if the Magician wants you to choose the sad, yearning image of Asra that they themself said they could so easily conjure up? No, you need to get closer.

“Let me kiss you.”

Once again, the Magician does not hide their excitement. They decide to raise the stakes. For no more than a little fun, you guess.

You feel a fluffy blindfold shrug across your eyes. You take a breath, wondering if it might belong to some part of the Magician.

Oh, and your lips are covered now too. You breathe in the warmth of someone else. They return your breath with something that feels a lot like wonder. You feel your hips being dragged in. You feel sinewy muscles flexing and more fluffy caresses coiling and unraveling about your limbs.

It makes your heart race.

You’re overflowing with a strange sort of euphoria when the passion suddenly breaks off. You can’t help yourself from groaning a little when that sweet pressure returns just as quickly as it left.

You feel your mind draw towards a blank for this one. All you know is that you want more. You want to be closer, closer, closer. Always closer to Asra.

When they pull away again, you crane your neck in pursuit.

Don’t go.

The Magician breaks your concentration.

“Which kiss was the real one? The first or the last?”

Oh, right. This is a test, you remember. You roll your lips between your teeth, trying to savor both moments of contact. The first kiss. It has to be.

The Magician chuckles.

“You’re not wrong.”

The last kiss left you wanting to chase those lips. You still yearn to do so. As much as that kiss swept you off your feet, it also brought you back to that time when Asra would leave you alone at the shop for days and days and days…

“It was a trick question. I’ll let you figure out the answer.”

You look at Asra, but he’s not giving you any hints. His attention is on the cards being shuffled by the Magician.

Could it be that… both of those kisses had come from Asra?

The Magician wraps up their test with a reminder of caution.

Don’t lose yourself to the Arcana, like Lucio did. Or else you risk losing your humanity.

Whatever the Magician’s test was meant to measure, it seems as though you’ve passed it. You went as deep as you could go, but you didn’t lose yourself like Lucio. You didn’t become the Magician.

As a result of impressing them, you also gained some bit of truth.

Lucio failed his test when he tried to become the Devil.

[neptuneskies91]

The Arcana Prompt Challenge Day 2: Green

Its August 2nd! The Prompt is Green!

Yes, who else would this be about but Muriel and MC! This is Reader insert, pronouns they them, GN MC. This is technically not canon compliant since we have no idea what happens in the aftermaths.

Rating: G

Summery: MC crochets a Poncho for Muriel. It doesn't go as planned.

I spent the last month crocheting. It was perfect! I had ripped out the stitches many times when I realized I had messed up, but lo and behold! I held the giant poncho up to my lantern light. My chest swelled in pride and the smile on my face made my cheeks hurt. I placed it down on the bed and looked over at the calendar- and just in time! September 10th was tomorrow! Asra was sitting in the chair by the window and beamed at me. “It look great!” “Do you think it's big enough?”

Asra placed his finger in the thick book he was reading and leaned forward to get a better view.

“Yaknow, I would say it is- but its hard since we're both so short and small.” He hummed to himself, “We can send for Julian.”

I furrowed my brows and stared at Asra, “Why him?”

Asra laughed mirthfully, “ Because not only is he over 6ft tall, but he has decently broad shoulders, if it looks too big on Julian, then we know its perfect!”

I nodded- he had a point. “Sure, should we send Faust?

Faust slid out of Asra's hat that rested on his night stand. Asra gave her the message and she slithered out the down the window and out. I studied the poncho before it had been decided that it was perfect in craftsmanship. Asra and I spent the rest of the afternoon talking about how we were going to convince Muriel to come to the palace for the private party that The Countess was hosting for him. Some time in the evening Faust came back in and told Asra that Julian was at the door.

I went downstairs after giving Faust a sweet kiss on top of her head and opened the door. Julian greeted me politely- it was strange that I feel like in another life we would have been close. I gestured him inside, he bowed his head slightly and came in as he shrugged off his coat. “Asra sent Faust, I am assuming I am needed?' Julian said as he then opened his bag and got out his supplies, “Are you feeling okay, any fevers?”

“Oh, I am not sick Julian-...”

He paused but nodded and looked towards the stairs and back room, “So how is Asra, fever? Sweating?”

“No, no, no, we're fine!” I said and beckoned Julian to follow, “I need you to try on something!”

Julian got to the bottom of the stairs and froze as his face went flushed, “W-wait- before I go up there- you're not gonna trick me into putting on lingerie again?” he hesitated as I turned back to face him. “If Asra wants me to wear lingerie, I just will.” He turned smug.

“No, thats between you two- I just wanted to get you guys to talk and be vulnerable, besides, you consented don't even go there with me!” “Of course I did! I look good in lingerie!”

“Not gonna like, you did look pretty hot in that red teddy.”

Julian chuckled as I opened the door. Asra smiled up at the two of us and went back to his book. I watched Julian peel his eyes from Asra before averted himself to me. I gestured at the poncho and he said, “Oh, green isn't my color, but wow, thank you!”

Asra snorted in laughter, “Ilya, it's not for you! Muriel's birthday is tomorrow.”

Julian went redder than a beet. “oh, but why am I here then- Nadia said the party was tomorrow?”

I cleared my throat, “You're the only person we know close enough in height and shoulder wideth.” I smiled at him, “Can you try it on- I want to make sure it will fit him?”

Julian nodded and tried it on. It did seem to be a little big on him but he swished it around anyways pretending to flamingo dance. We all chuckled. “This is very nice! Can I get one sometime? In red or black though!”

I smiled and said, “If I have the time, I will consider it!” Asra, with a slight blush, said, “Ilya, I could make you one.”

Julian blushed a little. I took the poncho back and left the room so those two could catch up and maybe reconnect some more.

****** The next morning I practically skipped to Muriel's cabin in the forest. He welcomed me with a gentle hug and forehead kiss and then let me in. Inuana woofed happily as I petted her and scratched behind her ears generously. “Happy Birthday Muriel!!” I exclaimed and gave him his present wrapped neatly in tissue paper we had at the shop. He blushed but smiled and took the gift.

“.......Thank you.”

“Of course, open it!”

He did and as he did so the tissue fell away and I hushed the butterflies in my stomach. He held it out and appraised it gently. But my gut knotted as I noticed that it did seem a bit small now that it was with him. He went to put it on and it took all of my will not laugh but then sob. It was too tight on him. He glanced down and snorted a little. Muriel gave a small chuckle and looked at me, “Its perfect-...” he faltered.

I hunched over on the stool and the tears blurred my vision. I should have measure properly. I began to cry, “I am so sorry Muriel! Its too small! I even had Julian try it on- it looked big on him, but now that I think about it- it didn't look that big on him- I cannot believe this!”

Muriel knelt to be at eye level with me, well best he could. He still proudly wore the woolen poncho, “Hey, its good.......I don't get gifts often, but from you they're always the best.”

I sniffled and rubbed the tears away with the heel of my hands, “You mean it?”

“.....Yes.”

I threw my arms around his neck and he embraced me back, “I will see if I can just add more to it, what other colors do you like?”

“Brown is nice- like the earth.”

“Now, lets get you dressed, Nadia wanted to celebrate.” I said as I peeled myself from him. He sighed and got up. “Must we?”

“Nadia promised it would be small and Asra will be there.”

“............If you and Asra are there then its fine.”

We started to tidy up around the cabin and I helped him out of the poncho before he muttered something about Julian being there. I laughed and we discussed that he would be there but they didn't have to talk. “But you should- you guys should come to some sort of common ground- Julian and Asra might be getting back together.” Muriel looked pained but recovered and nodded.

Muriel stopped us before the door and leaned down, I braced myself and then melted into the kiss. He deepened it and put a tentative hand in my hair before we broke off. He caressed my bottom lip and whispered, “If its okay with you, I want to spend the evening with just you- here and in the bed.” “of course.” I answered breathlessly.

[iridescent-solstice]

𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲! 𝐀 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 🌸 | ᴘᴛ. ᴛᴡᴏ: ᴍᴜʀɪᴇʟ | ⤷ ʟɪꜰᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ ꜱᴏ ʜᴇᴄᴛɪᴄ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ. ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʜᴇʀɪꜱʜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴍᴀʟʟ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴘᴇɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴇʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ . . .

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All this talk about a mysterious ghost haunting the city of Versuvia was all it took to have both Asra and Muriel on edge . . . They couldn't help it. The ball stirring old pent-up emotions that made his return inevitable. If it really was him . . .Then something had to be done and quick. Is what you would have said . . . if they weren't constantly forgetting to eat and function like normal human beings under the pretence of finding a way to get rid of him. Lacking in care and compassion for themselves. Living like lifeless zombies.

Muriel took it the worse, especially since Asra would often leave. His closest friend wandering far away from his reach. Leaving to find answers in a faraway place, a mysterious journey. It felt like he was losing Asra all over again. Except this time to someone else who had captured his heart. A shopkeeper from the city. So, star struck that Asra left his childhood friends behind to take care of them. Left you and Muriel for another. You understood him, really you did. But you couldn't help the bitterness that would seep into your heart every now and then. Watching Muriel crumble a little day by day was not an easy task. He was letting himself go. Busying himself with rune casting or hunting. Same as with you, instead you had the fantastic job of constantly keeping an eye out for Lucio. Rarely if ever would he or you be seen doing anything else. But it was almost like Muriel was slowly giving up on life itself.

Not eating for days on end, but never once hesitating to find food for the woodland creatures. Talking as little as possible until he didn't speak much at all. Taking care of everyone but himself. It broke your heart to see Muriel like this. It was terrifying knowing he couldn't sleep at night due to terrors. That he went to sleep hungry. That he'd leave his cloak at the hut in hopes of getting sick enough to sleep the day away. It really did break your heart to see this. He'd never hesitate to take care of you. So, you couldn't help but want to return the favour. Like the caring friend . . . that you were, you just had to put a stop to this ofc. Stop lying to yourself mc, Inanna sees right through you.

At first, this involved making sure he ate regularly and slept properly. Not easy at first but it got easier over time. Infact loving him came naturally to you. Always wrapping your arms around his neck before he left came easy to you. A warm hug that would only last a few seconds. But the gesture wasn't lost on him, you were just securing his cloak! Nothing to get flustered about, right? Yet he'd turn as red as a tomato while you were busy fussing over it. Making sure the clasp of his cloak was firm and taut. Unlikely to unravel, at least that's what you'd hope. Maybe that's why you would spend so long on this task . . . Wouldn't want him getting sick cause of the rain after all.

Braiding his hair came easy to you. Of course, you only did it so it wouldn't bother him while he was hunting. You took your time with it, even massaging his scalp. That's what he liked about you. You were meticulous, but careful. Even attempting to warm his hands the way Asra would warm his beloved's . . . Taking them into yours and blowing on them gently, before bringing them to your lips to give a light kiss. At first, he wouldn't let you, but now leaning into your affections has become like second nature to Muriel. He doesn't even realise when he's doing it. Seeking you out quietly. You feel exactly like home to him. To the point that he can't imagine coming home and not hearing your voice, smelling the fresh stew on the fire and definitely cannot go without immediately seeking you out. Many afternoons much like today's were spent this exact way, searching for herbs, berries and mushrooms together to make orange birch boletes. His favourite. And while you couldn't get the recipe to taste exactly like Asra's, it was close enough.

Close enough to bring that ghost of a beautiful smile back to his face. The hassle and trouble worth it to see his face light up even if only for a mere second. So quick you almost miss it. Even if the stew wasn't as good as when Asra would make it, Muriel would never admit it to your face. Because frankly . . . the cheery smile you send him would get him too starstruck to say anything more than a thank you. In his eyes, such an angel shouldn't be forced to take him. A beast. But still, you never left him to rot alone.

He felt honoured to be considered worthy of your affections. Had no clue why you'd opt to stay around someone as awful and cruel as him . . . A devil in the making. But he was grateful you were around, were here for him. That you stayed as the one thing that would always be a constant in his life. The one who'd always be by his side

[ ᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴇʀꜱ ʙʏ: @magicalboything] ⤷ Recoloured so it stands out on the blog and fits the character. If you're not comfy with that PLS do let me know and I'll change it!

{ᴅɪꜱᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ: ɪ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴅᴅ ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴘɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ꜰɪᴄꜱ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ ᴜɴʟᴇꜱꜱ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡɪꜱᴇ.} . . . I haven't encountered Muriel or played his route as much as I want to haha, so maybe this is a little out of character oops-

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the arcana boys with an MC that has a daddy kink, please? 👀

(A/n: I didn't include Valdemar or Vulgora because they are completely genderfluid/genderless characters.. Asra is an exception because they go by both "he" and "they" whereas the others only use "they")

Hope you enjoy~

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Warnings: Daddy kink

Age Rating: 16+, referenced/implied sex

The Main 6 Boys + Valerius and Vlastomil x GN! Reader with a Daddy Kink

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Asra

Honestly, is probably a bit squeamish about you calling him daddy

When you woke up, he basically had to teach you how be be a human again

Almost like you would when raising a child

That being said, if you truly wanted to call them that, they'll let you, but he just finds it a bit strange considering the circumstances

Julian

Cocky af about it

We all know Julian is the subbyist of all subs, but that won't stop him from teasing you when you ask if you can call him daddy

When it comes time to actually get frisky though? All his bravado vanishes and he becomes a fumbling mess

Good luck

Muriel

Flustered boy doesn't know how to react

When you'd first called him that, he completely froze

Muriel.exe has stopped working

He can't really tell if he likes it or not, after all your basically the first person to give him a loving touch

If you like it, though, he'll make no complaints

Lucio

Cocky 2.0

As soon as the words left your mouth, he had a shit eating grin on his face

He would tease the hell out of you

Asking you to call him daddy in the most inappropriate times

(but when you actually do, he backs off.. he can't handle someone actually returning his energy like that..)

Valerius

Probably didn't even hear you to be honest..

By that I mean he completely ignored it

Unless you're a glass of wine, I don't see him as someone who would like a relationship

You're just a hookup for him to blow off some steam so he's not really paying any mind to what you're saying; as long as he gets off he's good

Vlastomil

Creepy

That all I can really say

When you uttered the word, he immediately got a creepy smile on his face.. though that might just be his face in general..

Either way, you regretting saying it..

[garblewriter]

I request the main 6 with Mc suddenly using the customer service voice at them during a disagreement? Mc did canonically work at the shop with Asra 🤣🤣

authors note : GOD I'm so so sorry this is an entire month late ;;; I hope you enjoy it regardless!

pairings : Asra/Nadia/Portia/Julian/Lucio/Muriel x gn!reader

rating : general

Asra was slightly taken aback at your sudden tonal change. It did sound familiar and when he realized from where, he sighed and pursed his lips. As much as he wanted to push the conversation further, he knew better than to leave things on bad terms.

“I hear you,” His back was turned away as he grabbed the tea pot. Though you couldn't see him, from his tone alone you could imagine him frowning, but when he turns around, he only gave you a small smile. “Why don't we take a tea break?”

Nadia immediately closed her mouth, lips pressed taut against each other. It threw her off being referred in the way she sometimes responds to her members of the council. She had forgotten what she was going to say next, completely bewildered.

Perhaps she was pushing the subject too far. She knew she could be stubborn sometimes when it comes to certain things. “Youre...right.” She rubs her arm with the other, embarrassed at herself. “I forget myself sometimes, I suppose. I'm sorry.”

Portia wrinkles her nose and her lips tug into a smug smile. “You're not the only one who can pull that tone, you know that right?” She laughs, and looks up at you; a fond light twinkles in her eye. “I've used that tone in Ilya more times than I can count. ”

It appears she then realized what it meant with it being used on her, and her face fell. She sighed. Oh how the tables turn. “You're right. You know what to do best, most of the time —” She smiled again. “I'm just looking out for you. Someone needs to.”

Julian was caught off guard with your tone. He blinked slowly, eyes still wide and lips pursed to a line.

“What?” He had gaped out at first, and then cleared his throat, realizing that their disagreement may have been truly turning sour or at the very least, pinched a nerve. “I.. I'm sorry, I went too far, didn't I?”

His gloved hand then held your own and he brought it to his lips, eyes closed. He then peered up apologetically. “Let me make it up to you.”

Lucio stood there, eyes bared wide and mouth gaped open. He couldn't have heard you right. There's no way you'd sass him. He expected as much from Nadia, Asra or anyone else really, but you? The most that he could muster from his still surprised gape was a scoff.

“You have some nerve, you know!” He exclaimed, turning up his nose. “Especially when I'm trying to talk to you.”

He'd still continue to say his piece, regardless of what the disagreement was. After you say your piece (finally) he'd, of course, dial himself back and rethink on it.

Muriel's eyes slightly narrowed but returned to their soft, almost regretful nature in a matter of seconds. His chest rose and fell briefly, a sigh leaving him. “I didn't mean...”

He was unsure of what he'd said. Normally, you never spoke that way. Maybe it was something about the way it was said, his tone or the way it was worded, he couldn't be sure. But either way, conflict was the last thing he wanted to engage in. Especially with you.

His last mumble was low and breathy. “.. I'm sorry.”

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M6 with a very affectionate mc?

main 6 with a very affectionate mc

pairings: main 6 (asra, julian, nadia, muriel, portia, lucio) x gn! reader

warnings: grammatical errors

note: im so sorry for the delay- my motivation for writing went yeet so if this seems half bullshitted im v sorry. thank you for requesting!

ASRA ALZANARA

he is affectionate himself (in my opinion) so he sees it as a simple yet lovely act of yours.

asra will actually become the one who’s more affectionate at most times.

y’know they appreciate you being very affectionate and all

loves it tbh.

JULIAN DEVORAK

surprised or confused at first. he isn’t used to so much affection being showered upon him.

asks why you’re doing it for some reason and you just describe yourself as being affectionate

julian thanks you most of the time for showing your love for him

aaaa he’s just really thankful for someone like you

NADIA SATRINAVA

doesn’t notice at first since she spoils you (i guess-)

when she does notice she’s flattered, like really

nadia adores your affection thus she sends more gifts oml T-T

you tell her you don’t need anything in return but nadia wants you to feel loved by her as much as you love her (omg did this make sense)

MURIEL

our mountain boy over here is flustered. he becomes a blushing mess

knowing that you’re so affectionate, muriel isn’t used to this pt. 2

takes a while for him to actually get used to the affection you bring.

he loves it dw :,)

PORTIA DEVORAK

all giddy and happy! she’s so soft for you sjdjdjfnsd

portia loves how they way you’re affectionate and she appreciates that big time

loves you back even more. you’ll literally be drowned in her hugs

…would probably spoil you too-

LUCIO

congrats you just boosted his ego /hj

but yes, that may possibly happen. he might get prideful upon knowing you’re affectionate

lucio then tries to lower his pride (if ever yk) and becomes affectionate with you

demands the affection ig-