#muriel x mc

[kamon-nagisa]

Sketch Muriel side profile

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[bakuliwrites]

MC Falling Asleep on M6's Lap (Baewatch)

It's been a hot minute since I posted anything and, unfortunately, I don't have the brain power to do any new content. But I figured I would post a headcanon from my old blog. Someone had requested this a long time ago and I loved writing it. The idea was so cute! I love the Baewatch tale and the bonfire scene at the end is so fun. So, here you go! Also, updated my banners just to try out something new :)

Asra is more than prepared for you to fall asleep on his lap. In fact, he can sense your exhaustion before even you can. He gives you a knowing smirk at your first yawn, leans back where he’s seated in the sand, and offers up his lap for you to lay your head in.

“I’m not sleepy,” you insist, crossing your arms indignantly. But his lap looks pretty inviting. Within minutes, you’re conked out, head cradled by Asra’s legs. He tenderly runs his fingers through your hair, smiling softly down at your slumbering form.

When it’s time to leave, he gently rouses you from your sleep. “MC,” he whispers, carefully shifting you in his lap, “It’s time to go.” Groggily, you rise. Hand in hand, you and Asra walk the length of the beach, back to your room, where you get some much needed rest, snuggled up in his arms <3

You’re already resting your head on Nadia’s lap when you feel the first twinge of exhaustion. Your eyes start to droop, though you try desperately to keep them open. You want to watch Julian’s magical fire display, but you’re just so tired.

Nadia discovers you’re asleep when she looks down to see if you’re enjoying yourself. She smiles to herself, moving a strand of your hair aside that’s fallen in front of your eyes. She thinks you look positively adorable. So adorable, in fact, she feels suddenly compelled to pinch your cheeks (but refrains, not wanting to rudely awaken you).

When it’s time to go, Nadia lays a soft kiss on your forehead and whispers your name. She guides you back to your room, holding you close and keeping you warm in the chilly night air. She makes sure you have everything you need before snuggling up beside you in bed<3

You’re dazzled by the multicolored lights flashing before your eyes, changing with each powder Julian tosses into the fire. There’s so much joy floating around the campfire, you find yourself feeling utterly relaxed. So relaxed, in fact, that you lay your head down in Julian’s lap and pass out.

Julian’s too busy showing off his magical powders to notice you’ve fallen asleep, at first. But when he finally does take notice, he makes sure to quiet down. He rubs small circles on your back, gazing thoughtfully down at your peaceful face. He’s glad to see you so restful.

When it’s time to go, he doesn’t bother to try waking you. Instead, he carefully lifts you into his arms and carries you back to your room. He’s so very gentle when he tucks you in, stealthily sliding into bed beside you and cuddling you close <3

Portia practically pulls you into her lap when she notices you yawning. With a wink, she promises she’ll wake you up if anything crazy exciting happens. You smile up at her before falling asleep to the comforting sensation of her combing her fingers through your hair.

You’re knocked out for the remainder of the bonfire. Portia makes mental notes of all the things you’re missing, ready to regale you with all of the nonsense that occurred while you slept. She marvels over the fact that you could sleep through Lucio’s racket (though she did see your face twist in what could’ve been annoyance when he was being particularly loud). She was quick to quiet him down, shooting him a dirty look.

When it’s time to leave, Portia leans in to whisper in your ear, “Come on, cuddle bug. It’s time to go.” She giggles as your eyes flutter open and you flash a quizzical look her way. She’s never called you “cuddle bug” before and you’re not sure how you feel about it. You can’t help but laugh a little as she guides you back to the room, ready to settle in for the night with you <3

Muriel has been silent, as usual, the whole of the night. But you’ve caught him smiling a few times. He seems a bit mesmerized by the changing colors of the fire. Seeing him relaxed makes you feel even more relaxed than you already were. You lay your head down in Muriel’s lap, which startles him at first, and decide to close your eyes for a minute.

Well, a minute becomes a while. You’re lulled to sleep by Muriel’s warmth, the crackle of the fire, and the gentle rush of the waves. Muriel is rigid when he discovers you’ve fallen asleep on him. He doesn’t move a muscle the entire rest of the night, terrified to wake you up. In fact, he barely breathes in fear of rousing you (something you’ll laugh about later).

When it’s time to go, he awkwardly lifts you from the ground, cradling you gently in his arms. You wake up on the walk back to your room, but he keeps you snuggled up in his embrace. When you reach home, you fall asleep again, wrapped up in his arms <3

In the brief moment that night when Lucio is actually sitting still, you manage to lay your head in his lap. “Don’t you go falling asleep on me, MC!” he teases, catching you yawning, “The night is young, yet!” You roll your eyes at him, settling further in. Secretly, he’s happy you’re cuddling up with him.

Despite Lucio’s hullabaloo, you manage to fall asleep. When he looks down to ask if you want anything else to eat or drink, he notices you’re passed out in his lap. A lot of things go through his mind, all at once. He has half a mind to draw a moustache on you, smiling devilishly at the thought. But he’s also just really delighted that you’re relaxed enough with him to fall asleep.

He lets you rest (though he’s not very good at keeping quiet for you and, in his excitement over the bonfire, he definitely bonks you in the head a couple times with his knee which is followed up by profuse apologies, smooches, and hushes for you to go back to sleep). When it’s time to go, he shakes you awake (a bit unceremoniously), but makes up for it when you return to your room by tucking you into bed and cuddling up beside you <3

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[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

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[mjart12699]

MC: one of the roosters ran up to me, gave me a pebble and did a flirty little dance while making happy noises. Which is the rooster equivalent of a proposal. A truly devastating blow to my boyfriend (Muriel), the man who helped raise him.

Based on this post

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[paperstarwriters]

Sleep

Muriel x Reader

Warnings: Sleepy reader, a kiss is used to shut the reader up. Muriel manhandles reader a bit

Summary: It's late. You're tired, and Muriel is too. All he wants to do is bring you to bed.

[A/N]: Reader is currently me rn. I should really head to bed lol. Also, if this looks familiar, this is the file "A bed and a book" from that WIP Wednesday I did a while ago. (I'll link it tomorrow lol. I need to sleep...)

Masterlist | The Arcana Masterlist

Word count: 2,021

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Muriel watches you amidst the growing cold of the hut.

He watches you tremble and shiver, as you work, too focused to notice your own quaking limbs, or too busy to give it any attention. The fire dies in the fireplace, and though there was plenty of firewood that he could easily restock the fire with, a roaring fire with no one to watch over it only ever spelled trouble.

Usually he didn't even let the fire keep going this late at night, but you needed it while you worked.

You also, however, needed sleep.

"It's late."

You hum, continuing to scribble as you mutter something about a fleeting idea before you respond.

"I know. Just let me finish this."

Muriel huffs. That's not the first time you've said that and he knows full well that it won't be the last either. He pulls himself from the warmth of the bed, where he had been waiting for you, and plants his feet on the cold floor. The feeling makes him flinch for a moment, and he decides with a sigh, that he would give you one more chance.

"No. It's really, really late."

"You don't have to wait up for me."

In another moment, in another context, Muriel might have blushed at being caught caring for you. At being caught waiting or anticipating your return to his side. Currently however, a streak of frustration, fleeting but hot, burns in his chest. He "doesn't have to"? If he didn't wait up for you, you'd waste yourself away working on your projects. If he didn't wait up for you, he'd have to fall asleep and wake up to empty arms as you sit there just within reach and yet so far away. If he didn't wait up for you, would you ever sleep at all?

Muriel scoffs, and he wonders if you can hear it through your work. He wonders if you can hear him stand from the bed, and stride over towards you. Hearing you gasp as he wraps his arms around you, he figures you didn't, which only serves to target the selfish and greedy part of him—the part that makes his frustration flare all the more at the absence of your attention, the absence of your body pressed against his own.

The look you give him, wide eyed and filled with a startled awe, serves to soothe him for a moment, easing that need for attention, but it brings back to his focus the dark circles under your eyes, and the tremble of your hands hovering over your paper. It's a horrible combination really. The selfish and greedy need for your attention, for your skin against his, made virtuous through his concern for your health and your desperate need for sleep. It made it all the more hard to tell the line where he was being greedy, and where he was being concerned. Yet, if he wanted you to be happy and healthy by his side, could that even really be called greed?

As shock melts into confusion, Muriel can feel your trembling body melt against his, relaxing into the offer of sleep and rest that you continue to deprive yourself of. Greed, Muriel decides, is a kind and necessary thing to indulge in if it means you get to rest.

"It's late," he reiterates.

You scoff, rolling your eyes as you glance around the room, clearly not believing time to have slipped past you so quickly. Knowing you’re delirious with exhaustion, he doesn't trust you to realize that he had stocked the fireplace earlier that day to burn late into the night, and that no, he did not do anything that may speed up the burning process in any way.

Instead, he drags his hand down to your own, trembling as you grip your pen as if you feared it might be ripped away from you in any given moment. Though the temptation to do so is there, he knows full well how ineffective that would be. Instead, he trails his hand down your forearm. The rest of your arm is still pinned down by his in a half hug, but he doesn't even need to exert much pressure to keep you in place—your exhaustion doing most of that work for him.

Fresh from the confines of the bed, his hand and body still cling to the remains of warmth, a sharp contrast to your own, left night-chilled in the absence of the fireplace. It's clear, with the trail of goosebumps and shivers that appear in the wake of his touch, that you're freezing right now, and in desperate need of blankets and warm, warm cuddles.

His hand makes his way down to yours eventually, and he can see the twitch of your fingers as you're tempted to drop the pen to take his hand into your own. Pressing his thumb to the seam of your wrist and your palm,  Muriel feeds the temptation, massaging the tender skin as best he can manage despite his calloused fingers. He’s careful not to seem too desperate for you to relax and drop your work to follow him back into the warm embrace of the bed. Up and down, he works his thumb from the centre of your palm to your pulse on your wrist. Little by little your hand sags in his hold, your pen drooping and slipping from loosened fingers, until it finally falls and leaves a splatter of ink on the wood of the table.

Your eyes dart down and your hand tenses up prepared to apologize and clean up your little mess, but Muriel refuses to let you fuss over something so trivial when your own health is at risk. His face dips into the crook of your neck, his lips spattering kisses against your skin luring you further into his embrace until your eyes flutter closed and your head bobs against his shoulder, fighting a futile battle against the urge to sleep.

Letting go of your hand, and slipping his hand instead beneath your legs to scoop you from your seat, Muriel realizes that he too must be a little delirious with sleep. Blush grows against his face, while he continues to press kisses against your skin, but he doesn't have much energy left to care about how embarrassing his affections may be. Instead, he sighs his lips still pressed against your skin as he pulls you into bed.

"Next time, I'm dragging you to bed the moment the sun goes down," he blurts, uncaring for any embarrassing connotations you might derive from his words. Instead, he focused on holding you close against him, in his arms where you belonged as you wormed your own arms around him, finally settling into his embrace.

At least, he thought you were settling into his embrace.

Despite how your body was nearly a puddle of boneless goop in his arms, exhausted and ready for sleep, you try to turn looking back to the table where your pen and papers lay.

"my pen—" you try to argue.

"it's fine," he mutters, his voice a bit gruff with his own exhaustion. "Go to sleep"

"But the ink—"

"it's fine," he grumbles again, squeezing you tighter in case you tried to slip free. "Go to sleep"

"But—"

Muriel sighs again, loud and irritated and tired, before he leans in and seals your lips with his own. He knows that tomorrow, if he thinks to long about the events of last night, he'll burn himself with how hard he'd blush, but today, all he wants is for you to go to sleep and get some well deserved rest. He's willing to sacrifice a little embarrassment if it means you sleep.

Even if he'd find himself embarrassed tomorrow, he hopes that it'll be washed out with the pride he feels in the moment, burning bright and making his chest tight, as he feels you sag in his arms. You’re melting from his kiss alone and that makes his heart soar. The effect he has just from kissing you is wonderful sure, but it's the evidence that he knows you that makes him feel the warmest. He knows how to get you to relax. He knows how to make you feel comfortable enough to finally go to sleep. Pulling back, he settles himself back into the crook of your neck, grinning from accomplishments, as he feels you finally seem to drift of to sleep.

Of course, seem is the word of focus here. Since, moments later, Muriel can feel you once again trying to squirm free from his embrace. Though he keeps his eyes closed amidst your little struggle, he holds you tighter, muttering in a sleep raged voice for what seems like the hundredth time.

“Go to sleep.”

You fall limp at his request, though he's more than awake enough to realize what you're trying to do. Waiting and biding your time for him to fall asleep before you. He sighs at the notion, and changes tactics.

"What's wrong?"

You're silent for a moment, still feigning sleep even if he can feel your heartbeat's staccato rhythm from where you're pressed against his chest. He doesn't push though, almost hoping that you'd fall asleep while pretending to do so, but he still waits for your reply, whether it comes or not.

"I just... I have an idea I want to write down."

"You can write it down tomorrow."

"But what if I forget?"

Muriel pauses. The temptation to wave away your concerns with a simple argument like, "if it's important you'll remember tomorrow," sits on his tongue, but he can't help but reflect an answer onto himself. Perhaps it was the constant wash of affection that you'd give him, or how you were often so eager to denounce whatever quiet self-deprecating thoughts he might voice aloud, or maybe it was just how often he was spending time outside of himself, and with you, or Asra, or the others. He doesn't know what exactly caused it, but he knows how it affects him now. He's important, and yet he was forgotten. To you, this project is the same.

This matters to you. Denying its importance will get him nowhere he wants to be.

"You can tell me," he offers, "I'll remember it."

"You're already half asleep."

Muriel cracks an eye open, "you are too."

Your attempt to refute his statement falls short when you yawn, which makes him yawn as well, though his is half muffled around his smile.

"alright, fine," you mutter eventually, tucking your face against his chest. Your arms squirm from their place trapped beneath his own, this time though, rather than escaping, you wrap your arms around him as you finally settle in his embrace for good.

He listens as long as he can, to you talk about the solutions to the puzzle you have noted down in your book, but you're mostly talking to yourself, thinking through the issue, refuting your own claims as you drift off, voice growing weaker and weaker before you finally sag against him, and Muriel can finally settle in against you, able to fall asleep now that you're in his arms, and he is in yours.

Before he settles however, he takes a moment to appreciate his reward, pressing a kiss against your eyelids, before he leans back and appreciates your relaxed and sleeping expression, whispering. You deserve rest like this. You deserve to relax. You've been so busy lately, he doesn't want to see you in pain.

When he finally tucks himself by your side and presses his cheek against your skin, Muriel can't help but chuckle at the chance to just fall asleep just like that. He knows it clings to him now. That falling asleep would be just as easy as that, but it hadn't always been. Sitting up forced to deal with swirling thoughts alone had once been the bane of his existence, but now, curled up with you by his side, he could talk if he needed to, just like you needed to earlier.

Now, falling asleep is as easy as one... two...

....

In the dying moments of his consciousness, Muriel continues to stare at you, pressing another kiss against your sleeping face, as he whispers precious words, fully aware you can't hear him. It doesn't really matter anyways. He'll tell you them all again tomorrow night. And if you can't hear it then, he'll tell you the next day, then the day after that, and the day after that.

"I love you," he mutters. "Goodnight."

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[demigoddessqueens]

Mentioning M6, perhaps a typical morning with each of them after they wake up? 🛏️☀️ I love the hcs you wrote for Lucio btw! They were very spot on (:

Awww!!

I’m so glad you liked them 🥹 and yeah count goat man is fun to write for 😆

On MASTERLIST 10

Asra

Wakes up first but likes to admire you as you’re still asleep

Likes to pepper teasing kisses along your face, cheeks, and neck before they get more cheeky but by then you’re awake in his arms

Julian

You wake him up because the snores get the best of him, but when he does, sometimes Jules likes it when you spoon him or let him rest on your chest before starting the day

Muriel

He is still out like a light but holds onto you tightly if you wake up before him, gentle snores and heartbeat soothing you back to sleep against his warm chest

Nadia

Spooning you when you wake up, long beautiful hair tickling your face, she’ll call for breakfast in bed for you both and your start to the day is a whole spa day arranged for you both

Portia

She woke up before you and lies on your stomach to watch you wake up, smiling when you wipe the sleep form your eyes, and has some kisses to spare too

Lucio

A big baby OML!!

You may as well just surrender to his hold because he refuses to get out of bed until midday, so enjoy all of the Count’s attention

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[dandydanthelion]

aries from lucio's route meets lucio from muriel's route

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[pandemoniclucio]

MC: [Moving In To Give Muriel A Hug] Muriel: [Flinches] MC: Why'd you move? Muriel: I thought you were gonna hit me. MC: I was going to hug you. Muriel: Why would you hug me? MC: WHY WOULD I HIT YOU?!

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[zeroone-eleven]

Gifts & Thoughts (M6); The Arcana

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Summary: The Main 6 and the gifts they send the Main Character. [Upright Endings]

Requested? ❌

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

"Is it obvious that all of this is right?"

-Elijah Woods, 24/7 365.

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Nadia Satrinava:

Elegance, is the word for the gifts she spoils you with.

Everything she gifts you always has a connection to a certain time you have spent together.

A memorable date? A memorable day? A memorable moment? It doesn't matter;

Even the jewels that always color coordinate with your outfit palette has some sort of underlying memory connected to them.

Prepare to get showered with the finest, most intricately detailed accessories that Nadia associates with your shared memories.

Small mechanical inventions for your familiar. Like the little toys she made for Chandra.

Just as much as she pampers you, Nadia spares no expense in both monetary value and thought value to the things she creates for your familiar.

Your familiar is never going to feel bored within the Palace grounds, what with both Chandra and Nadia's little inventions to keep them company when you aren't there.

Light silk clothes in your preferred color palette, while the Vesuvian weather makes velvet and other similar fabrics impractical-

Nadia is well versed with the versatility of silk with the heat.

The silks she gifts you are to be imported from Praka, she will settle for gifting you no other silks but the finest kind in all the world.

The embroidery on these clothing items are always customized:

A pattern of a colorful forest: When you hunted down Lucio's ghost together.

A pattern of a wheat field: For that time you screamed your grievances to the heavens.

A pattern of waves, a small island with a singular angled tree: For the time you swam with her in the High Priestess' domain.

Asra Alnazar:

Scrapbooks is the vibe that comes to mind whenever the gift is from Asra.

For his presents are a mix of both learning, and simple sentimentalities.

There are still times where he goes on his own adventures and whenever he does, he never fails to bring back a tricket (Or five) which had reminded him of you in some way.

A leatherbound journal, with a burnt in pattern. For note taking when you're working on spell adjustments.

A small gemstone imbued with a protection spell, or a spell for luck, or healing- That has been fashioned into a necklace.

Herbs that he dries himself.

Self-made tea blends that he has subjected himself to tasting before handing you the perfected blends.

Matching knitted sweaters for you and your familiar, imbued with temperature regulation spells.

Spell tomes he bought, read, and then annotated with possible helpful tips, or everyday commentary to make your learning easier and more fun.

Julian Devorak:

Tomfoolery. That's it. That's his type of gifts.

A pun book, that he had somehow managed to talk Malak into gently dropping on you.

A sealed bottle with a preserved leach inside, reminiscent of the time you both thought to bathe in a suspiciously muddled pond.

He buys small journals, and writes down his adventure stories within them before handing them over to you.

Sometimes he'd send you a "Doctor's Prescription" that contain sweet gestures such as ten hugs a day, four kisses per hour, a "Nap" with him that lasts at least 12 hours-

Julian is an actor, a performer, an artist, a man of the arts. He always comes up with a new way to make a gift unique from the rest despite them being almost the same in form.

You now have a slowly growing folder of all the Doctor's Prescriptions you have been prescribed.

Thankfully, you only have a single bottle of leech and there is no indication that there will ever be another one.

Muriel the Outsider:

Handmade. Everything he gifts you is made with love, adoration, and quiet devotion driving his hands.

Sculptures both realistic and abstract, with the wood carefully polished to bring out the unique patterns.

Spice blends foraged and dried by himself from when he goes foraging in the forest every month.

Very seldomly, he gifts you flowers that he dried himself. Whenever he finds some that he likes the colors of.

He doesn't gift you dried flowers often, he appreciates nature and it's bounty but finds it hard to see any flowers as beautiful enough to be given to you.

Home cooked meals that Muriel tries his best to perfectly season and cook to your preferences.

Whenever trading caravans pass by Vesuvia, Muriel heads into the city and does his best to peruse each and every cart. Looking for something that might "Speak" to him as something that suffices as a gift for you in his eyes.

If there is no specific thing that meets his standard, then he'll look for materials in the carts instead so that he can make you something.

Portia Devorak:

Literature; Portia learned to read and write quite late in life, those two skills have become an integral part of who she is and what she sees as art and worthy of praise.

She writes you verses, poems, short stories- and she scatters them in the nooks and crannies of your shared home for you to find unexpectedly.

The paper is always subconsciously imbued with her magic. Whenever you touch the paper, you end up getting a glimpse into what she was feeling for you when she wrote the piece.

She gifts you books of stories she always comes back to, and books about the history, customs, and culture of the places you and her are sent as Emissaries to.

She makes sure to read through these books herself first, inserting slips of paper with her own viewpoints on a particular scene, or poems inspired by the scene (and the fact that she imagined both of you in it).

She also makes sure to always get you a box of the most delicious looking and smelling treat in the bakeries you visit on your Emmisary trips.

Lucio / Montag Morgasson:

The World. (No, Lucio does not get you the world turtle- As cute as they may be.)

He is no longer the Count, he has renounced that stature in favor of being a mercenary once more.

On your excursions, Lucio takes the time to sit down and take in the sights with you. Talking about everything and little nothings all at once.

Sometimes he sneaks in a purchase when you're both in the marketplace stocking up on supplies, stuffing it into his pack when your back is turned.

He never knows where or when he's going to give it to you on your adventures, but he knows that he'll know when the time is right.

Lucio picks flowers from the paths you're walking to place it either in your hair, or he pins it to your shirt.

If you get sad when it inevitably wilts away, Lucio reassures you that it's nothing to be sad about because the memory of your happiness from receiving the flower will metaphorically be keeping it alive.

If you find a way to preserve it with magic, he'll buy a sturdy box (He also asks you to enchant it with a few spells for extra safety) in which to keep all the flowers taken from your journey.

Once the box is full, it finds a place on the mantle of your shared home.

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#Nadia Satrinava x MC #Nadia Satrinava x Reader #Asra Alnazar x MC #Asra Alnazar x Reader #Julian Devorak x MC #Julian Devorak x Reader #Muriel x MC #Muriel x Reader #Portia Devorak x MC #Portia Devorak x Reader #Lucio Morgasson x MC #Lucio Morgasson x Reader #Nadia Satrinava #Asra Alnazar #Julian Devorak #Muriel #Portia Devorak #Lucio Morgasson #the arcana #The Arcana Game #The Arcana MC #the arcana apprentice

[arcanarubinaito]

Headcanon Post (2)

"Cooking Skills + Cooking Class"

With a lot of time on his hands and the bounty of the forest at his doorstep, it shouldn't be any surprise to anyone that Muriel knows his way around a skillet. He's not a five star Michielin chef, and he prefers simple meals over complex ones, but he's not a bad cook by any means.

Really, he prefers to make food that can last him a while. When he gets his hands on some good meat, whether through hunting or Inanna bringing him something, he'll set aside parts of it to dry out into jerky and use the rest in a stew.

Toss in some mushrooms, wild onion, and other forageable ingredients and you have something hearty that doesn't let anything to waste.

And of course, eggs. His neighbors are kind enough to let him use their eggs for breakfast in exchange for some extra feed, or corn if he can afford it.

He doesn't have the energy to cook often though. So it's not until you've moved in with him that you find this out about him; and it's a very pleasant surprise. Muriel starts to cook a little more often until it becomes a weekly occurrence; you even begin going out with him every Sunday morning to forage, and if you have the stomach for it he's willing to teach you how to hunt.

... of course, as nice at it is, stew and jerky can get a little old sometimes. You both begin fishing, trying out different ways to cook the ingredients you hunt and forage for.

One evening, you try your hand at making some bread. Muriel is there with you, helping you knead the dough. The consistency seems off but you don't think much of it until you put it in the little oven he built for you both... and it doesn't exactly turn out well. (Still, it was a wonderful way to spend time together.)

You end up asking Portia for some advice; she insists on coming back to the hut with you with some supplies to teach you both yourself.

It ends up working out well. There's a small mishap with the flour; all three of you are COVERED in it, and for the first time you hear Muriel break out into loud, deep-bellied laughter.

The bread you end up baking isn't perfect, but it's edible and tastes fine. Like the first attempt, it's more about the time you spent together. (And honestly, he and Portia are starting to become friends. An extrovert adopting an introvert sort of situation?)

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[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

#i'm not great at this but i hope i did alright #muriel smut #muriel fluff #the arcana game #the arcana muriel #the arcana #muriel arcana #muriel the hermit #muriel x reader smut #muriel x gn!reader #muriel x mc #the arcana smut #trauma healing

[kamon-nagisa]

Muriel x Darius (My MC) and that one meme, it might've happened once, or twice, in their first couple of times.

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[sh1-n0bu]

Hmm, perhaps a fluffy date with an Arataki Itto who is trying to impress the reader by showing off for the event requests?

If that doesn't strike you, anything with Julian Devorak or Muriel from The Arcana would SLAP - I haven't seen many others into it on here yet and you reminded me of its existence jkshkjgfd

✿ 𝙫𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨? ✿

characters: murial, julian devorak x nb!reader (separate)

warnings: fluff, crack, the idiots (affectionately) are bad at feelings, mazelinka portia and asra best wingmen😤💪

notes: i literally accidentally deleted this entire fic at 3 in the fucking morning last night and went to sleep with angry tears like a bitch

poor gentle giant has never heard of valentines day before so when asra and faust brought it up, he just stood there with a cute, confused look on his face and a tilted head

muriel has never pursued romantic relationships or even a normal human interaction at that so when asra suddenly brought up about a day where people ask the one they have affections for out on a date, his mind just short circuited

cue a cute flustered mountain of a man, tripping over his words, trying to deny his feelings for you

it took him a long time to understand that the butterflies in his stomach, heat rising to his cheeks and hand twitching to hold yours was a normal thing for people in love

and it took him even longer to accept that feeling and his affections towards you

it took hours of lecture from both asra and his familiar faust to knock some sense into the gentle giant

when muriel returned to his little hut in the forest, he couldn’t sit still in one place for even a minute

pacing back and forth, mumbling about the “what-ifs”, hell he even asked inanna about whether he should confess or not

after getting the “are-you-serious?” look from inanna, muriel finally made up his mind

soon valentines day came and there he was, standing in front of your little cottage with a fresh new clothes - your gifted green scarf still wrapped around his neck - holding a bouquet of flowers that he picked and wrapped himself

after debating all sorts of things in his mind, he finally sucked it up and knocked on your door

gods, you always takes his breath away

after snapping out of his simping over you, the gentle giant finally came clean of his feelings

“ahem… uhm i heard from asra and faust… that today is a day for couples and i thought…”

“…will you be my valentine, [name]?”

ah yes the ever scheming, masochist, i-hide-my-true-feelings-behind-fake-smiles-and-flirty-personality doctor, the first character i simped for in arcana

ilya is so used to always hiding behind charming lies, deceitful words and fake personalities that when portia pointed out that he holds affections for you, he denied and denied for almost an entire year

which what got him being chased around portia’s little cottage with the owner of the house chasing after him with a wet rag while pepi the cat sat back and watched, purring with amusement

he finally decided to face the music and ask you on valnetines when even mazelinka joined in on the scolding all the while knocking him over the head with her infamous wooden spoon

“oh come on! how long do you plan to make [name] wait, ilya?! they won’t be patient forever!”

“your sister has a point. suck it up and tell them how you feel already! i’m sick of watching you sigh and mumble their name in your sleep, you idiot!”

“ow! okay-ow! pasha! mazelinka! please have mercy!!”

the next morning julian woke up with a massive headache

and so soon enough, valentines day comes and there he stands, in front of your door, hand made box of chocolates in hand with all the blood in his body rushing to his cheeks

after checking himself over for the hundredth time in a close by water, he took a deep breath before finally knocking on the front of your home

“ahem. ahaha! my darling, dearest [name]! it appears that a certain little birdie has told me about your infatuation with me! so i have decided to make it easier for you and ask you out first. will you be my valentine darling?”

uh-huh sure julian. acting as if he wasn’t stress-eating the night before. you aint slick

#nobu.writes #the arcana #the arcana mc #the arcana julian #the arcana muriel #muriel x reader #muriel x you #julian x reader #julian x apprentice #muriel x apprentice #julian devorak #muriel x mc #julian x mc #the arcana x mc #the arcana x reader #arcana x reader #x nb reader #nb reader #nb!reader

[mjart12699]

Love how Muriel went from “I’ll be a coward if it means keeping MC safe” to “I’ll be exactly how people saw me, how I saw myself, a monster, to keep MC safe” in his reversed end

#the arcana #arcana game #the arcana headcanons #muriel arcana #muriel of the kokhuri #the arcana muriel #muriel the hermit #artists on tumblr #the arcana au #the arcana muriel fanart #muriel x mc #muriel 🧸🌿 #muriel the mountain man #muriel x reader #muriel the arcana #muriel #Muriel of the Khokuri #late night thoughts

[bakuliwrites]

MC Regaining Little Memories From Objects Associate w/ M6

Hi everyone! Here is another one of my headcanons from my old blog. I think this one was a request I had gotten and I really enjoyed writing this one. It was a lot of fun to try to think up some meaningful objects and scenarios. Over time, I've been trying to post some of my old headcanons on to this blog, but I do have a lot of them up on my AO3, if you are curious!

You and Asra are tidying up the shop one day when you stumble upon a broom closet in the back that you've never noticed. Curious, you attempt to turn the door handle and fortuitously discover that it is unlocked.

The room is tiny, only big enough for you and the other objects inside. There are a few random boxes of trinkets and old ingredients, but what really catches your attention is the dress in the far corner, worn by a slightly eerie, faceless mannequin.

The dress is floaty, billowing. Your fingers find the sleeves, the thin tulle delicate in your careful grasp. Even in the darkness of the closet, the dress seems to sparkle, the crystals bedazzling the neckline dancing jovially in the lamplight just outside. You've been so enamored with the dress, you hardly notice Asra's presence in the doorway behind you.

"You look beautiful, like a jellyfish floating in the gentle summer currents. Carefree and lovely," you whisper aloud. The words were familiar to you, but you couldn't quite place who had said them, or when. When you repeat them in your mind, it's Asra's voice that sounds them out. A flash of a grand party, a masquerade perhaps, dances across your vision. When you finally turn to greet Asra, you see he has tears in his eyes, reserved but joyful. He draws you into a warm embrace and something just clicks in your brain. Finally, you remember Asra and all he meant to you.

You're quietly reading one afternoon when Nadia enters the room and asks if she might play the organ for a bit. "If I'm bothering you, just say the word!" she offers, but you simply smile. You loved listening to her play, and you didn't get to hear it very often since she was usually busy.

Nadia's fingers begin skillfully dancing across the keys. She's merely warming up at first, which you still take delight in. Her talent shines through even in her simple practice exercises. The notes start to fade in the background as you settle back into your novel, finding yourself fully engrossed. Until you're suddenly drawn out of your concentration by the beginning of a song.

This song is different, though. Something about it is oddly familiar. Bittersweet, like a lost memory. The music swells, lilting and sprightly, before quieting into a melancholy hum. You suddenly find yourself overwhelmed with emotion, though you can't really place why. This music, it echoes through your mind like it once echoed through the halls of the palace, in a time you thought you'd long forgotten.

When Nadia finishes, she looks over to see you quickly wiping tears from your eyes. She opens her mouth to ask what's wrong, but you hush her with a smile. "It's been such a long time since you've played that for me," you whisper. Nadia beams knowingly, before setting off again to play for you like she used to all those years ago.

Back at Mazelinka's, you and Julian are rifling through stacks of his old papers, ones that you'd managed to pilfer from the palace. You've found nothing of any real use so far, but you have confidence that you might stumble across something.

While Julian is frantically scanning page after page, you find yourself growing still, fixating on just one of them. The edges are yellowed, frayed from water damage. But the handwriting is still legible (well, as legible as Julian's messy handwriting could possibly be). The script doesn't say anything important. It appears to just be a general note about the status of some test he was running, but it's what is written in the margins that catches your eye.

It's your handwriting, littered amongst tiny drawings of what you at first think are worms. But upon closer inspection, you see that you apparently had written, "Watch out! Getting bitten by a leech really sucks." You roll your eyes at how terrible that pun is, wondering what possessed you to write it in the first place, if that really was your handwriting. You grab some ink and a quill from your bag and start to scribble next to the writing. It's a dead ringer for your script.

You feel some happy tears sting your eyes, but when Julian asks you what's wrong, you break out into a wide smile. "You and your accursed leeches!" you exclaim, before bursting into laughter. He looks at you, a bit confused at first, before breaking down into giggles himself. Finally, he thinks, something you both remember.

You're enjoying a quiet afternoon at Portia's cottage, basking in the sunlight and sipping some tea. Portia is baking something delicious, her dress covered in flour. You offered to help, but she insists you relax. You've been hard at work these past few weeks and deserve a break.

While you're admiring a monarch butterfly that regally flits past the open window, you're hit by a sudden, strange feeling. A familiar scent wafts through the room, warm and sweet. You're practically salivating at the delightful smell. You look across the room to see Portia pulling out a light-golden cake from the oven. After she lets it cool, she brings it to the table and starts to slice into it.

Portia hands you a generous piece and offers to refresh your tea. As she's filling up your cup again, you dig into the freshly baked treat. As soon as it hits your tongue, you can taste the honey and the vanilla, comforting and cozy. It tastes like spring, like a bright memory.

You look up at Portia as she sets your tea down in front of you, your eyes full of wonder. "This is one of my favorites. How did you know?" you venture, but you already know the answer. She smiles cheekily at you. "Call it intuition," she winks. All you can do is smile, overjoyed that you reclaimed your memory of Portia's divine baking skills.

You enter Muriel's hut, soaking wet and seeking shelter from the sudden storm that raged outside. He quickly directs you to the warmth of his fireplace and gives you some dry clothes. They're much too big on you, but they'll do for now, while you wait for your own outfit to dry. Muriel exits the hut for a moment, just to bring the chickens into their shelter. As your eyes roam the room, they settle on an ornately carved mask sitting on the mantelpiece.

You rise, reaching up to grab the mask. It's beautiful, but something about it seems- familiar to you. Maybe it's pure coincidence that it resembles the animal you consider your familiar. Or maybe, there's a deeper meaning to it. It had clearly been carved with the utmost precision and care. Its colors were striking, but not gaudy. It was breathtaking.

As you turn it over in your hands, you notice some protection runes carved into the inside, just beneath the eye holes. It's like the sun suddenly broke through the storm clouds. Memories come flooding back to you. Masquerades, multiple masquerades. Asra is there, Muriel is- here, at the hut. Carving this mask, just for you.

Muriel returns, soaked now, as well. You whirl around to greet his hulking form, your brows furrowed with an emotion you can't quite place. He notices the mask in your hands and blushes a deep red, looking sheepishly away. You can't help but beam at this. "Thank you for holding onto this for me," you finally speak. He grunts a, "You're welcome," but you notice that he, too, is softly smiling.

You're sorting through a box of jewelry that Lucio's provided to you, attempting to find one that might go with your outfit. They're all his jewelry pieces, so most of them are a bit garish for your taste. But you need to select something if you're going to attend the masquerade with him that night. You pick past heavily bejeweled, oversized designer pieces, until your fingers clasp around a necklace that you could've sworn you've seen before.

The necklace is delicate, gold and studded with tiny diamonds and milky-white pearls. You hold it up against the lamplight and it glitters luminously. This is it. This is the necklace. Not only does it match your outfit's color scheme, but there's something about it that feels like it is fatefully yours.

"Are you almost ready?" Lucio whines, impatient and eager to get to the festivities. He freezes dead in his tracks when he sees what you're holding up. A blush creeps across his cheeks and he looks away, embarrassed. "Will you help me put this on?" you implore. After a moment, he hesitantly nods. He gently takes the necklace from you and unclasps it. Lucio takes his place behind you and you watch in the mirror as he draws it around your neck and fumbles with the clasp.

As he secures it to you, you're hit with a vision: someone coming up behind you at a masquerade, years ago. Deftly, they fasten the necklace around your neck. When you turn around to see who it could possibly be, you're greeted by an enigmatic figure, done up in golds and reds. Their impish smile and silver eyes are the only things visible behind their ostentatious mask. They bend down to place a kiss on the back of your hand before disappearing once again into the crowd. In the present moment, you whirl around to meet Lucio's eyes, eyes that are familiar from that masquerade so long ago.

#the arcana #asra alzanar #nadia satrinava #julian devorak #portia devorak #muriel of the kokhuri #lucio morgasson #count lucio #asra x mc #nadia x mc #julian x mc #portia x mc #muriel x mc #lucio x mc #arcana headcanons #the arcana headcanons #dani headcanons #my writing #fluff

[dabiscrispypp]

In case we die...

Muriel x Fem Reader

(Official art)

MINORS DNI

Warning Muriel Arcana route spoilers!

You and Muriel have finally gotten back from the portal only to find out you've been gone for a week? After the most exhausting fight you finally have a night alone after Muriel tells you he loves you, with one night left before war you make the most of each other's company...

Cw: creampie, fingering, fluffy nervous first time sex, honestly this one's real vanilla but if you've read his route you know he probably wouldn't be super kinky, especially in this scene. But it is heavily implied that if you choose the right option yall fuck. The fiction also starts with the first part of the "undress him" option in hold the line.

..........

"I know how to undress myself" the man in front of you blushes deeply at the proposition you had given him "really cause it seems like you were going to go to bed with all your clothes on" You smile warmly at him laughing lightly, unbuttoning his heavy cloak and setting it at the end of the bed. The events of the past few days weigh heavy on your mind, yet he sits still, not protesting any of your advancements to take his clothes off... in fact, his pupils are a little blown, blush on his face, and he's looking at you more intently than he ever has. Just last night, he confessed his love to you, and this was the first time since then that you've got some time alone. You move to take his shoes off before looking down at his shirt. He's staring at your lips intently, though you move to kiss him first, straddling his lap and taking advantage of his surprise by popping the first button on his shirt. "That's cheating," he teases when he pulls away. "I was distracted..." He pouts jokingly as you continue to unbutton his shirt, pressing light kisses to his now exposed collarbone. With each button, you expose more and more of his skin, and despite the fact that half the time you have been together, this giant man has been shirtless... you can't help but feel that seeing him in this way is so much more intimate, and that makes you nervous. Soon, you're down to the last button, hands shakily fumbling to undo it and help him out of the form-fitting shirt.

And suddenly, there's only one item of clothing left... Now it's your turn to blush and stutter. It's not like you haven't been around him in WAY less. Hell, you took a bath together weeks ago. Yet now you feel his gaze on you, and for once, it makes you nervous. Now you know how he's been feeling the whole time he's been with you. Taking advantage of your newfound shyness, he does something you would've never expected HIM to do. He takes your face in one hand, kissing you... and unzips the back of your dress with the other. "Muriel!" You gasp surprised against him. "I'm not the only one that was about to sleep in my clothes" he points out, grinning at you, proud of his sudden boldness, which you had to admit was pretty hot, yet you blush a bit more realizing however that the only undergarment you were wearing was a pair of dainty purple lacey panties that Nadia had hidden for you in your costume box... just in case. It's no surprise she left them there. You weren't the only one encouraging your attempts to get Muriel out of his shell. Why you grabbed them, you weren't entirely sure... they were awfully sexy for something you would choose though, and now you felt a bit self conscious, hoping he didn't think you were EXPECTING anything from him. The dress had built-in padding, so you didn't really need to wear anything else, and you didn't want a bra strap to ruin the look that Nadia perfectly crafted you for the Masquerade. He runs his hand down your bare back, snapping you out of your constant overthinking, taking in the softness of your now exposed skin before realizing your predicament. You laugh nervously. "With everything that's happened, I never really thought to get something else to wear to bed..." Your face is bright red.

"I don't mind... anything if it's with you..." Anything... oh. OH. Is he insinuating what you think he is? "I don't mind either" your words come out confidently but your heart is practically beating out of your chest as he pulls you closer and slowly moves to take the rest of your dress off, almost as if he's giving you time to change your mind, to protest and say "nevermind goodnight!" But you don't. Instead, you let him, nervous as you are, you let him. Because he loves you, and you love him too. This grumpy, ornery, sweet mountain of a man really truly loves you, and for the first time, you can tell from the way he looks at you. Soon, you're in nothing but those lacey panties, and for the first time (that you've noticed), he stares at you in awe, taking a moment to gather his words. "I've never said this to you... a-and I'm not just saying it because we may die tomorrow... I don't always know how to say what I want..." he huffs again, still trying to find the right words, and you wait patiently, fighting the urge to cover your now exposed breasts, slightly self-conscious with how exposed you now are to him. Finally, he cups your cheek and looks directly into your eyes. "You are the most beautiful woman in the world." And when he says it, he says it with such certainty, like it's a fact and not his opinion. A deep blush sets upon your cheeks. You've always been attracted to him. You've always known how you feel about him, and as much as he has let you know that he loves you, he's never commented on his attraction towards you. "You think I'm beautiful?" The question leaves your lips, and you're not sure if it's to tease him... or to simply hear him say it again. "You are so beautiful." This time, there's no hesitation in his words, no uncertainty in his tone, just pure adoration and love, and you can't help but think of last night... when he held out those flowers to you and told you he loved you. When you teased him, telling him to tell you over and over because you would never tire of hearing him say it. When you got so excited that he said it, that you forgot to say it back until later that night. Blushing, you snap back to the present moment, more smitten than you've ever been around him. "Well, if we want to..." You stammer out the next words, "then we need to talk a couple more layers off of you..." You tug on his belt loops, signaling that you want nothing more than to get rid of his pants. Not being able to take them off with him sitting, he lays you on the makeshift bed of furs, kissing your neck... then your collarbone... then the valley between your breasts... going lower and lower until he stops, kissing your thighs and standing up to take his pants off. You're almost disappointed in him wearing underwear but flustered at the boldness of the kisses he just gave you. "How are you not nervous??" You blush deeply self-conscious about your own nerves, covering your face. "Of course I am... you have no idea how nervous I am right now... but I love you, and you haven't stopped me yet or given me any sign that this isn't what you want." He takes your hand and presses it to his chest lightly so you can feel how fast his heart is beating... and it matches yours. "I don't want to hurt you... you're so much smaller than me, but... I know you'll protest at that too, saying I need to trust you more and that you'll tell me if something is wrong. So I'm trusting you and giving myself the chance to be a little bolder." You smile finally, giving yourself a chance to be more comfortable. If Muriel himself, the mountain of anxiety and nerves, can find a way to be more confident for you, so can you.

"We both need to lose one more layer..." You sit up and pull him down towards you, whispering in his ear before kissing his neck and bringing your hand to the waistband of his underwear. He tenses but doesn't protest as you slowly start to slide them down. You try your best not to ogle how big he is, but you blush as he is now fully exposed to you. The man was big, in general. He was 6'10 and was going to have a fairly big dick to you either way he was built. Noticing you staring a bit, he starts getting a bit shy again. "You are so handsome, Muriel... don't shy away from me now..." You take his hand in yours, pulling him toward you on the bed, laying down for him. He follows your gesture and joins you, taking some time to pull up a blanket over the both of you, not wanting anyone to come in and see what you are about to be doing. It's not like being in a tent gives you the best privacy, and even with wards up, it still feels open. One layer stands between you two. One lacey pair of panties. And instead of pulling them off quickly, like you were anticipating, he stares at them before kissing your thighs once again. "These are... fancy... pretty." He blushes. "Did you wear these for me?" "Kind of... I mean, I wasn't expecting this to happen, but Nadia left them in the costume box, and I put them on and... I don't know. I got flustered at the possibility of you seeing them..." You trail off feeling suddenly shy again. "I thought they were pretty, and I guess I was hoping you would find them pretty too." He kisses on top where they rest snugly on your hips. "They're pretty... but you could wear nothing, and I would still find you pretty" blushing deeply he realizes what he said, and then laughs lightly remembering he was about to take the only thing off of you leaving you covered. "I just mean that I think you're pretty wearing anything... or nothing, " and with that, he slowly slides them down your legs, marveling at the sight before him. You, completely naked, blush on your cheeks as you wait for him in eager anticipation.

"You sure this is okay? I'm not... I'm not bad for wanting this as badly as I do..." "If you're bad for wanting this, then I'm a God damn heathen Muriel... You have no idea how badly I want you right now" You breathe heavily as he takes his sweet time savoring the feeling of your thighs underneath his rough hands. "I-I might need some guidance..." he admits rather embarrassed. It makes sense to you now that he's never done this. The man hasn't so much as he talked to a person besides asra until you came along. "We can arrange that love." You smile gently at him as you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down to kiss you. Your hearts are still pounding against your chest as you press yourself against him. Plush breasts against his chest, soft lips on his. Hands wandering each other's bodies as you enjoy what could be your last night together. His hands rest on your hips gripping them softly and pressing himself down on you, his hard cock all too present between your thighs, he moves to kiss your neck as you run your fingers through his silky hair. You breathe heavily as he starts to move his hand up to your breast, finger running lightly over your lightly hardened nipple, grinding down on you ever so lightly, brushing against your clit and stealing a light moan from your lips. You gasp and cover your mouth embarrassed, but he looks back down on you, moving his hand to pin your wrists up, not squeezing too tightly, both wrists fitting in his hand perfectly. He blushes before touching his other hand to the side of the tent, green energy pooling out of his fingers and seeping into the fabric before disappearing again. "Wha-" "Soundproof... I want to hear you make that sound again." His pupils are blown out as the candle in your tent burns out, moonlight remaining your only light outside, silver lighting illuminating the both of you. He keeps your hands pinned up as he goes back down to kissing you, letting the other hand go back to wandering your body, nervously stopping as he gets lower. "Go ahead Muri~ your doing amazing" you blush as he moves his hand down further, fingers brushing against your clit. You let out an involuntary whimper as his fingers brush your clit, pulling against him to cover your mouth, and getting stopped by his soft but firm grip on your wrists. And if Muriel is anything, he is perceptive, sharpened senses from living out in the woods for so long. He notices that was a good spot and presses slightly harder with his thumb, rubbing sweet circles on the sensitive spot, causing you to squirm lightly beneath him, breathing heavily as he makes you feel so good.

You feel a soft magic chord wrap itself around your wrists as Muriel moves to use his other hand. "Let me know if you want out of those..." he blushes nervously and holds your hips down with his now free hand as he uses his other to dip a finger into you, keeping a steady pace on your clit. This illicates a much louder moan from you, back arching "Fuck! That feels good, Muri~ You don't even need guidance." You aren't lying to him. He's doing everything right. Maybe a little practice could make it better, but that didn't even matter because you still felt good. "Muriel~" You moan out his name as a form of praise, something you're noticing he likes. The encouragement reassures him, a stark contrast from how he reacts to normal compliments. Normally, you would cover your mouth with your hands embarrassed about being noisy... but that was not an option as your hands were bound in spirals of green magic, and honestly? You didn't feel the need to get out of them anytime soon, and it felt good not to have to silence yourself. He moves his finger inside you, slowly pulling in and out, watching in awe as your face contorts into one of pure pleasure. "Mu- Muri... feels so good..." You whisper praises into his ear before you kiss his jawline, peppering his neck with light kisses before reaching his collarbone. That's when you have the mischievous idea to deepen the kiss, sucking lightly on his neck to leave a mark, blushing at the low sound in his throat as he tries to muffle his own sounds. You grin and leave a few more before he distracts you by catching your lips on his. You can feel his lips curl into a small smile as he slowly adds another finger to your pleasure, savoring the gasps and moans you make as he rocks your hips against his fingers. "Muri... I-I'm close..." Your voice comes out in a whimper as the pleasure building in your core starts to become overwhelming. He hooks his fingers lightly and gives you a few matching love marks to add to the growing collection of the night, and like a dam breaking your orgasm comes crashing down... right on his fingers, breathing heavily small tears forming in your eyes as you cum. Feeling you start to calm down a bit, he slowly pulls his fingers out of you and releases your hands from their magic binding, checking on you before continuing.

"Y-your crying... did I do something wrong?" He whipes your tears, panicked look crossing his face as you catch your breath. "No, Muri, you didn't do anything wrong... that felt so amazing... I just love you so much that I can't help but get a bit emotional. " You smile reassuringly at him, pulling him back down for a kiss, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug. "I love you so so much Muri you could never do anything to hurt me or scare me" you cup his face gently letting his fears melt away as you kiss him again, this time pulling him to lay down himself. "You made me feel so good muri, it's my turn to return the favor..." You push him lightly to the bed so that he's in the spot you were in, laying on his back. "Let me know if you want me to stop love..." You straddle him once again, yet this time there's no fabric to stop yourself from lining his cock up to you. Muriel can't do anything but stare at your silhouette illuminated by the moonlight, cock growing harder at the sight. You were red-faced, hair disheveled, and beautiful in the silvery light. "You're gorgeous..." he whispers in awe as you lower yourself onto him. Intently watching your reactions as his cock slides into you almost effortlessly, though it takes a bit for you to get use to him, he is big. You watch Muriel just as mindfully, taking note of his reactions as well. The first note is that he is breathing HARD, face redder than you've ever seen before as he watches you lower yourself onto him with ease. He's also trying his damn hardest not to moan and be as loud as you were, low guttural notes caught in his vocal chords as you struggle to take him all at once. It was a challenge, and it is slow at first, but eventually, you fit him all the way in, moaning as any small movement sends a shiver of pleasure up your spine. You lean down and pull the now fallen blanket back up over you two, as to say that this display of affection and intimacy was for the two of you only, adding another level of comfort to both of your growing anxieties about this being the infamous first time. "Muriel, you soundproofed this tent for a reason... I wanna hear you, too." You tease, grinning as you start to rock your hips, stealing a low gasp from the big man. "F-fuck feels... really good." Surprising you, he's never sworn in front of you before, brows furrowing as he grips your hips tightly, moving you slowly on him. Unfortunately, the height difference between you and the big man stays apparent as you struggle to keep up with the pace he's setting. Noticing this, he stops, bunching up a pillow behind him and sitting up, helping you with the position. "You're so small, I forget sometimes that I have to help you out with things. Guess this is one of them, " he teases lovingly as he breaths harder, hitting all of the deepest and best spots inside of you with this new position. "Muri~" You whimper at the new position, feeling so full. "Sh- shut up, you..." Your lack of comeback endearing to him as you both start having troubles staying quiet. It was smart to soundproof the tent. While his moans were low and breathy, almost guttural gasps for air... Yours were way louder, and once again, he is not allowing you to cover them up. "Why would you want to cover up such beautiful noises... tells me you're having a good time." He murmurs against your neck, kissing and sucking small trails of love marks down your skin.

You were hoping to make him feel good, and you are, but in all honestly he's doing most of the work rocking you back and forth on him at a comfortable pace, savoring how lost in the pleasure he's making you. You grip at his biceps desperately, trying to ground yourself from the overstimulation, yet still wanting more... "F-faster..." You mumble weakly, and he obliges, picking up the pace, a feat that was all too easy for the muscular man, who was now losing his composure, losing himself to the pleasure himself, speeding up the pace without even realizing. "Muri! Fuck!" You moan, digging your nails into his biceps as you feel your own pleasure building up again. Both of you lost in each other's embrace as you turn into a whimpering mess, practically drunk on the way his cock was pounding into you. Crashing down on you again you cum a second time, urging him to keep going for his own release. "Wh-where should I?" "Inside. Muriel, please... cum inside me." You grip his arms more as he pushes you down one last time, doing as you said and cumming inside you. "F- fuck Muriel... you grip onto him panting as you blink away a few more tears, overstimulation causing your legs to shake around him lightly. You both sit there panting and trying to catch your breath, enjoying the warmth of each other, both sharing a few tears at this point. "I love you so much..." he murmurs to you as he holds you tightly before pulling him out of you slowly. "Wh- what if you get pr-" "I'll use magic honey." He melts at the newfound pet names you've given him and wraps his arms around you. "That was amazing... " You reassure him to let him know he didn't do anything wrong. However, when you stand to grab any spare cloth to clean up with your legs, give out, sore from the previous activities. He catches you quickly and puts you back on the bed. "I'll be better tomorrow, don't worry." You laugh a bit embarrassed at falling, legs shaking from all the overstimulation. He grabs whatever cloth he could find to help clean you up, helping you before coming back to bed, pulling you close to curl up in his arms. "I love you... good luck to us tomorrow, I would hate for that to be the only time we can do that." He jokes, only half teasingly, nerves about the oncoming war setting in a bit more, "w-we will be good, right?" You nod and press a kiss to his chest "we're gonna kick Lucio's ass tomorrow don't you worry" You grin and eventually fall asleep, waking up the next day to Asra's voice. Ignoring the incredulous stares at both you and Muriel until Julian points out your necks to each other. "Have fun last night?" He laughs eying the both of you, confusing you until you look at each other, noticing the remnants of the night before on your necks and collarbone. You swore you both could've died of embarrassment before even stepping to the battlefield.

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