#young masriel

[tragicotps]

Young Masriel au [part 1: First meeting]: Recently returned from one of his expeditions, Asriel plans to crash one of Edward Coulter's exclusive dinner parties for networking purposes. At the door he's greeted by a mysterious and attractive young woman, who turns out to be married to the party host and coincidentally one of his biggest political rivals.

#his dark materials #hdm #hdm au #masriel #asriel x marisa #masriel au #young masriel #okay so I made like 5 parts of this for my own enjoyment lmao #These two movies just have the same time vibe and I COULDnt RESIST #THEY BOTH LOOK LIKE BABIES #also ignore the cat joke in my mind it was funny #asriel belacqua #marisa coulter #no one asked for this but expect like 4 more of these in the near future #🤓🤓 #IM OBSESSED WITH THEIR BACKSTORY #this is like a little gif fic since I cant write actual fics #just coming up with the lines along the way don't expect anything good #mine #my edit

[three-atoms]

His Dark Materials: Chaos Family

#his dark materials #hdm #hdmedit #hdmsource #chaos family #young masriel #masriel #marisa coulter #lyra belacqua #asriel belacqua #james mcavoy #ruth wilson #booting these gifs out of my drafts

[freuleinanna]

Marisa being stressed and worried about the pregnancy, but when she finally tells Asriel, he comforts her fears away.

#i only have the prisoner with ruth so all marisa gifs ever are from there sjsjk look away #anyway her leaning on his shoulder!! #for support and comfort!! #i'm just making myself cry now!! #soft protective masriel :") #my babies deserve something sweet #hdm #his dark materials #marisa coulter #asriel belacqua #masriel #marisa x asriel #asriel x marisa #young masriel

[innoctemastra]

An ambitious young woman with a good marriage, well on her way to quite some position, and then that man came along and you...melted in front of him... I did not melt.

#his dark materials #marisa coulter #lord asriel #masriel #asriel x marisa #james mcavoy #ruth wilson #the golden compass #two ambitious academics #it was doomed from the start #chaotic couple #mmmm two toxic people just dont mix well #idk who this is for...but hopefully someone enjoys it #young masriel has my heart #marisa probably broke the vase that girl need therapy but i love her #my gifs

[electricbluebutterflies]

Masriel + kissing AND biting to stay quiet

Affair-era, vaguely NSFW, also on ao3.

Damn him. Damn him and his pretty words and his electric touches and-

Marisa is well aware that screwing someone who is not her husband in a space that is not quite private is the kind of dangerous decision that could easily ruin her life. She is also aware, in this moment, that she does not care.

She knows the rules of such liaisons, how the nature of her body makes it automatically more of a risk for her than for her lover. Whatever impulsive streak she may or may not have does not apply to physical collision, to the voice in the back of her mind screaming that this is all a terrible idea, to-

She is aware of the situational risks. The man she is currently pinning to a wall, she’s starting to suspect, may not be.

A better self – the face that Marisa presents to the world, at this point in time, perhaps – would’ve stopped this a month ago. Once should’ve been enough. Just once, like everyone else she’s let have her, this too-common bad habit of fierce women who marry far too young. One taste of the forbidden should’ve put her off it. Instead…

“Fuck, how is that even comfortable?”

Her lover’s fingertips are on the clasp of her bra – a formality, she’d say if she was a little less distracted, just like undoing her blouse was a formality, just like everything more than pushing her skirt down past her hips is a formality. Every bit of maneuvering is another detail she will have to fix after the encounter, and she has no interest in undoing him on the same level and he won’t do it without her prompting, she’ll barely even see his prick before her body envelops it, she’ll-

If he has the slightest idea how much effort goes into her appearance… that’s a fight for later, for when they become the sort of couple who have fights, for-

“Do something useful with your mouth,” she says instead, because they are new and they are not there yet.

She knows what she is doing, what she has become, how every detail of her will linger in his mind for decades after whenever she refuses to slip away and oh who knows how long this will even last. Could become her recurrent outlet for all she knows, could be nice to have something predictable, could be-

He kisses her with the desperation she likes, deep kisses as his hands go lower, as hers do as well. She’s pinning him, she will emphasize this detail however she must, but she is not necessarily leading; this is, damn her, as close as she suspects she will ever come to having an equal. This blurring of lines, desire justifying what it will, this is a goddamned terrible idea, this is everything she’s ever wanted, this is-

One of his hands slips between her thighs at the same moment they separate for breath and Marisa sees that dangerous look in his eyes and oh she does not need whatever comment on the tip of his tongue about how wet she is and she decides that the only way of averting it is to reach up, undo exactly one button of his shirt, and bite his collarbone right on the line of what could easily be hidden. For this she gets a low growl, but at least that’s quieter and that’s what she wants, at least-

At least there is silence in their collision, as she pushes him down just enough for this to happen. Perfect silence as she feels already familiar sensations, a perfect little snowglobe moment. Years after they end, this is what she will remember. Bright eyes in awe of her, solid hands on her hips, the mutual feeling of being understood like no one else could ever do.

They end tragic. She knows this, even now. She is too young – they are both too young, really – and too heart-driven to the extent she even has that fragile part, and nothing she does now will stay in her favor. Same as everything else, really. Take everything she can before the bubble bursts.

But those are rational concerns for later, not for this moment. For when she is readjusting her clothes in a few minutes, not for when she is overcome with lust.

Take what she can while she can, and she does.

#ebf writes fic #masriel #queue

[universetopieces]

Get to know me(me)

Thank you for tagging me @cozcat and @callhimnowmarisamylove​ 💕 Tag 9 people to get to know them better.

three ships: marisa/asriel occupies the majority of my brainspace rn. this is no joke: everything related to the two of them that’s happened since the beginning of december have altered my brain chemistry for the worse. i’m on my hands and knees begging hbo/bbc/bad wolf to release the cut footage. alicia/will (the good wife) are another couple formed by infidelity, and the only ship other than masriel that have manage to break me. elizabeth/philip (the americans) are one of the most complex and fascinating tv relationships. idk what these three say about me, but i’m sure they say A LOT.

first ever ship: the first dynamic i remember being really intrigued by (though way too young to understand what romance or shipping even was) was monica and chandler from friends. the first ship to break me and the one that made me want more was definitely marisa/asriel.

last song: cherry tree by the national

last movie: puss in boots: the last wish was an absolute blast

currently reading: salt slow by julia armfield, little fadette by george sand, and getting ready to start my priory reread before a day of fallen night comes out

currently consuming: started watching andor the other day, and loving it so far

currently craving: the cut masriel scenes, obviously. some coffee and a pastry would be nice, too.

Tagging: @willsilvertongue @sharpesjoy @swanthief @jakeyp @thesunsetsea @rupzydaisy (if you haven’t done this already)

#this was fun! #tagged in

[callhimnowmarisamylove]

Getting to know you meme

Thanks for the tag @jamlavender

Favourite time of year: I would have once said Autumn because it’s when my birthday is and I do enjoy the changing of the seasons into those colder months, when things gets crispy and the leaves turn and there’s this nostalgia to the air that’s inexplicable. However, it was a really long dreary winter this year, and we’ve just got into summer here in NZ and I’m really loving the longer days and balmy weather so I may have been converted recently into a summer-lovin person.

Comfort foods: To quote Oprah, “I love bread. I love bread!” I love carbs and pasta and cheese and pizza and I always always will. I also have a raging sweet tooth and chocolate is my downfall.

Do you collect anything: Not really in a deliberate ‘I’m a serious collector’ way, but I do have quite a stash of Funko Pops, although I don’t keep them safe in their boxes or anything. In fact, my little cousins enjoy playing with them when they come round, and the other day we had an epic game where I acted out the whole of ‘The Amber Spyglass’ with my Lyra, Marisa and Asriel Pops. I used Will Byers as Will Parry, and a tiny lego dinosaur as Lord Roke who my 6 year-old cousin renamed ‘Lil Rick’.

Favourite drinks: My go to alcoholic drink is a G & T, or a Pina Colada if I’m somewhere that does cocktails. I love anything creamy, milky and sweet, so if there’s ever the opportunity for a thick-shake, I will slorp that up.

Favourite music artists: Completely and unequivocally my number one fave is Cher. I’m absolutely obsessed with her. When I was 5 my mum sat me down to watch her big farewell tour which was on TV over Christmas. I don’t remember much except being utterly transfixed by her, and when my mum explained that this was the last tour she would ever do (ha!) my young brain thought this meant she would literally never be seen or heard from again (something akin to death), and I distinctly remember lying in bed that night wishing with all my might that she would come back. Skip forward 15 years and I saw her live in Auckland (a transcendent experience), so my wish really did come true! 

Current favourite songs: I’m still listening to Taylor Swift’s Midnights on repeat, my Spotify says that my most played song right now is ‘You’re On Your Own Kid’ which I loveee. I’m currently obsessed with Lorne Balfe’s ‘Love Across Worlds’ from the HDM S3 anthology soundtrack, it goes so hard. I’m also still really vibing with Michael & Michelle’es EP, especially ‘The Watching Silence’ which was apparently my most played song this year! It does crack me up that they’re just Lady Mary and Andy the footman from Downton Abbey though lol.

Favourite fics: Literally every single thing @jamlavender has ever written, we are sooooo lucky to have her bringing Masriel to life in all their beautiful deranged sexy messed up glory. My two greatest favourites of hers would have to be ‘Unholy Ghosts’ because it was something I requested specifically and Ellie was so generous in fulfilling my prompt better than I could ever have imagined. I’m also obsessed with ‘Aelysium’ which hit me so damn hard but gave Masriel a bittersweet and perfect ending.  

Favourite video games: I am not a gamer unless you count the childhood years of Poptropica and Neopets which were epic times!

I tag @a-whole-tempest-in-a-teacup @queenofnabooty @oceanssapart @cozcat and @andallthatmerrymishigas (and anyone else who’s interested!)

#long post #asks #i know i got tagged in several of these and never did them #so here i am actually filling one!

[oceanssapart]

As soon as they met they fell in love...

#masriel #marisa x asriel #hdmedit #marisa coulter #lord asriel #his dark materials #queenofnabooty #ruth wilson #james mcavoy #*** #asriel x marisa #hdm #young and dumb u say #hdm shitpost

[thatlilghostfromthedark]

My new Masriel fanfic

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29533746/chapters/72568713?view_adult=true

It’s an atonement au but Masriel edition with a slight different ending.

When a wealthy young woman and a gardener fell in love it caused a series of events that would change their lives forever. Will their love be strong enough? Or will the lies destroy them both.

Hope you like it! ❤️ ❤️ ❤️

#masriel #asriel x marisa #marisa coulter #asriel-x-marisa #asriel belacqua #masriel fanfic #lyra belacqua #serafina pekkala #lee scoresby #his dark materials #HDM #will parry #edward coulter #marcel delamare #Madam delamare #Angsty masriel #chaos family #love in wwii #Happy ending? #james mcavoy #ruth wilson #dafne keen #lin manuel miranda

[lyracordelia]

Hiraeth, Chapter 8: Midnight Impatience, out now on AO3!

The previous chapters events from a Marisa’s perspective. Featuring mildly unhinged Marisa, Lyra needing a break, and Masriel control (or lack there of)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29385519/chapters/72188718

Marisa Coulter despised waiting. It gave her time to examine normality, to ask herself questions about ordinary ideas that she would normally take for granted. People who were impatient lacked self-control, as her own mother often reminded her. Impatience was her child self, having a petulant tantrum, and it was high time the grown-up women asked it to have some better manners. She had always, essentially, been waiting. Waiting to become something else, waiting to be that person she always thought she was on the verge of becoming. Marisa waited tiredly for the life she was destined to have. However, this hatred fueled waiting was what caused tonight's outburst. Before Lyra’s birth, Marisa’s life was about waiting for power; she was taught this art at a young age, knowing the importance of marrying for power, spending hours of wasted time attempting to climb up a society that only seemed to oppress her. Before Lyra, before Asriel, she was well on her way to quite some position, but now her world was different. Lyra had changed everything.

continue on AO3

#his dark materials #james mcavoy #lord asriel #lyra belacqua #marisa coulter #ruth wilson #ao3 fanfic #masriel #hdm

[glindaselphie]

no but I was thinking about masriel at the time lyra was born.

now I think the show is portraying the age gap between them as lesser because james is only three years older than ruth irl but as far as book canon goes, marisa is 35 when lyra is 12. (ruth is only 37 so I think they’re portraying marisa as more or less the book age. it’s just asriel I’m not sure about bc in the books he’s in his 40s or early 50s, whereas james is only just 40.)

if marisa is 35 when lyra is 12, then that means she was only 23 when she gave birth to her.

I’m literally 23 myself right now and most of the time, I legit feel like a child in an adult world.

she was so young and had to go through giving birth and having to give up her baby within such a short space of time, as well as having her husband literally trying to kill her child before he got killed himself. no wonder she is as messed up as she is, like, that has got to leave damage.

#marisa coulter #his dark materials #ruth wilson #hdm #avery.txt

[tragicotps]

Young Masriel au [part 8: the aftermath]: in which Marisa's been ignoring Asriel since his last confession, but Asriel isn't having it. He's convinced she feels the same way and is not taking no for an answer.

(part 1/ part 2/ part 3/ part 4/ part 5/ part 6/ part 7)

#i found this au I forgot I made at the bottom of my drafts that was supposed to be part of this series lol #it doesn't really fit with the rest but I'm too lazy to start over #no bad writing this time 😂 #his dark materials #masriel #asriel x marisa #young masriel #masriel au #hdm au #hdm edit #hdm #asriel belacqua #marisa coulter #young masriel au #part 8 #have I really made 8 parts of this lmao #my edit

[cozcat]

Hi, I just wanted to say I love your fics so much (especially the lantern slides) and was wondering if you have any Masriel/chaos family HCs?

Thank you so much for reading them - I love writing them so I’m glad I’m not the only one loving it. I’m mostly funnelling headcanons into either the Lantern Slides or - in the chaos of the chaos family - an AU fic I’m trying to write (though I’m not getting far on it). But anyways:

Their affair went on for a while - probably over half of the time that Marisa was married to Edward. (Three years married, with the affair taking up at least eighteen months?) Their relationship only started to fall apart, in whatever way it did, late in Marisa’s pregnancy.

Marisa was never in love with Edward, and it was entirely a marriage of power - but it was a mutual thing, as Edward wanted a pretty young bride more than he wanted an actual relationship. So when Marisa met Asriel, it was something very new to her, and something entirely unexpected.

They’d often meet in Oxford - farther away from Edward, and easy to disguise as a trip with academic purposes. Often, Marisa’s trips to Oxford did actually have academic purposes, and so sometimes, her time spent with Asriel was spent in his company while she focused on her work. She’d get snappy at him sometimes, he’d get snappy at her right back. But she’s still happy spending time in his company - she’d never spend that sort of time with Edward. She would never spend that sort of time with any of her later lovers, either.

They’re both good with the cold, but Asriel moreso than Marisa, and he doesn’t let her hear the end of it. Not that she’ll ever admit that she’s cold. She’ll say that she’s fine as she’s turning faintly blue. (They’ll both rug up in the north - they’re not idiots - but Marisa has a tendency to not wear quite as many layers as she should in the middle of winter at home.)

Marisa has touched Stelmaria - there’s a certain degree of emotional intimacy that leads to touching another person’s daemon - and while Asriel has touched the golden monkey, it happened a lot later.

They will argue. They will have angry sex. The argument may keep happening while they’re having sex.

They’re both quite tactile - an unconscious hand on the shoulder or the back, that little connection. Marisa will scratch the back of Asriel’s head - the short hairs, just above his neck - as he’s falling asleep.

And some chaos family thoughts - for these, timeline-wise, Lyra winds up with Marisa instead of in the priory of LBS. I have 2000 words of this fic. This thing is set over years. So please hold me accountable, I’d quite like to actually write it. But that’s the timeline at any rate.

It takes Marisa a while to adjust to this whole idea of having a daughter, and to start, she’s very much a parent by rote. She’s been told what to do, so she does that, but there’s no feeling, and she’s surprised when they do develop.

Asriel adjusts a lot more quickly - we see that in LBS, after all. To begin, he’s so delighted by Lyra and the novelty of their daughter that he doesn’t really notice that Marisa isn’t.

Lyra as a baby was unmistakably Asriel’s, but it was Marisa to whom those features stood out the most. Had Edward not known and had he ever seen Lyra, he likely wouldn’t have even noticed. To Asriel, all he can see is the features that Lyra shares with Marisa.

They don’t have any live-in or full-time servants, and they rarely retain them long term. (For this to work, I do think that Edward found out about the affair from servants’ whispers, and Marisa doesn’t want any more dirty laundry being aired by her employees.) So they’re fairly actively involved in raising Lyra. The servants are around to cook and clean and nanny when both parents are away (whether for a trip or just an evening), but they’re kept away from Lyra, and best kept unseen.

When Marisa and Asriel get married, it’s a quick and quiet affair, with a bare minimum of witnesses. By the time word gets out that they’re in any sort of relationship, they’re already married - they keep it on the down-low until that point.

Lyra grows up being taught a lot of exploration-relevant information, both by tutors and by her parents - because she knows that this is something she needs to know to do what her parents do, she’s a devoted student. Anything she deems irrelevant, she’ll not care about. Marisa only convinced her to pay attention to lessons about etiquette and the like by reminding her that sometimes, this is something she’ll need to do in order to be able to do what she wants to do.

They will both sometimes slip whiskey into Lyra’s chocolatl to get her to settle down. Lyra grows up with a bit of a taste for whiskey and has no idea why.

Lyra’s still going to need therapy because of her relationship with her parents but the finer details are very different.

#this was FUN thank you anon #ask box #anonymous #reply #hdm #asriel x marisa #his dark materials #masriel #myhdm

[freuleinanna]

trials (and errors) - masterpost

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | AO3

Exiled from the public's eye, young Marisa Coulter is preparing to go and stand trial for adultery. On the other side of Oxford, young lord Asriel Belacqua is preparing to go and stand trial for murder. A lot has been said about how 'as soon as they met, they fell in love'. That is exactly what made the rest of it so hard.

I've posted excerpts from it here, here, here, here and here.

gifs by the absolutely bonkers incredible @tragicotps because i am still in awe you would even do something like that! 💛 | the whole gifset here |

Behind-the-scene stuff includes:

I wanted a scene where, at trial, a question is raised about whether or not Marisa has ever furthered her crimes by trying to get rid of a child before it was born. I had a flashback scene in mind where Asriel offer to go north, for witches have many practices men consider heretic, while Marisa hesitates, but ultimately refuses. I thought it was neat that she had a chance, but didn't take it, because it's her and Asriel's baby that was in question. In the end, I cut it because yikes progressive much, also it just didn't fit in the general flow very well.

I LOVE Marisa and Thorold's interactions. One of the drafts for the last chapter was that they kept meeting by chance, with scarce chances to talk, but that Thorold was Marisa's last thread to Asriel and she kinda missed the old man himself. Thorold's affection for Marisa is !!!!! in my head. It didn't work out, but Thorold became that fateful person to bring Marisa Coulter to life - and to her path.

Another draft for the last chapter included Marisa returning to the Institute OR the Council meeting where she proposes the 'silver cages' and their bullshit benefits. It didn't work out because I never knew what gave her an idea in this case.

I desperately wanted to get Masriel one last meeting. It wasn't too realistic cause their feelings got really rough & hard over the years with blame and stuff, so a softer goodbye wasn't working out. If it was, it would be Marisa also returning to the Institute and taking Asriel's office while he's up north. She'd found the first of Lyra's photos. Asriel would have to come and take them upon his return, yada-yada, conversations, but it would be linked to the way she looked at Lyra's photos in Asriel's journal in the series. le sigh

I love the monkey? And the kind of relationship Marisa has with him? It's especially interesting in their youth because the rules haven't been formed yet. Anyways, it's way more fascinating in my head than in the writing but just know that it's good :D

#i love those bastards SO much ugh #still going strong #hdm #hdm fic #his dark materials #trials and errors fic #masriel #young masriel #marisa coulter #asriel belacqua #marisa x asriel #asriel x marisa

[innoctemastra]

I am young masriel garbage 

i saw someone call them mazzy 😫😫😫 so this is mazzy sneaking away from a party to go to the beach 

#masriel #hdm #marisa coulter #lord asriel #ruth wilson #james mcavoy #his dark materials #marisa x asriel #hdm edit #hdm shitpost #i have no idea who this is for #its for me myself and i #if this is for you i lov you oml #marisa's little black dress ajakajakjaakajak #asriels probably shitting in his pants -- i dont blame him lmao

[electricbluebutterflies]

Masriel + Yeah, but they don’t fuck you the way you deserved to be fucked, do they?”

Affair-era, vaguely NSFW, also on ao3.

She’s enjoying this.

She shouldn’t be, and that’s almost the point. She should be more concerned about reputations, and how hers might suffer, and-

If Marisa is sure of one thing, it is her ability to survive. To the extent that she has a vision for the rest of her life, she suspects that screwing someone other than her husband will end up fairly low on her list of sins. She hasn’t done worse yet, but she will. Give her time. Give her everything.

She picked carefully – she had options, adulterous young women always do – with just the slightest discretion, and every movement of hands reminds her that this is the most beautifully terrible idea she’s had so far and-

If there is one problem, one tiny inconvenience to make her question her judgment, it is the fact that her counterpart does not shut up.

She’d known this beforehand. Reputations go both ways, and Asriel is proud and intense and highly intelligent and… like most men who hit those particular attractive traits, especially the pretty ones and the younger ones, likes the sound of his own voice perhaps just a little too much. This is the sort of habit that a different sort of woman would work to eliminate by keeping his mouth otherwise occupied as much as possible, but Marisa is still learning how to use her body to her advantage, still learning techniques she suspect she will refine on lesser men in years to come but right now there is this one, right now there is-

She is bent over the edge of a table, skirt hiked, in absolutely no position to solve that particular problem, and she is trying to keep herself calm.

She barely hears most of his words, the commentary she’s grown used to already – he talks prettier but he’s not the first man she’s let have her in secret, and she knows her good attributes, how tight and well-groomed and young she is and-

“You know you’re not the only person who knows this,” she hisses at some point, figuring a fight will either make him shut up or… she’s not really sure what she’s aiming for, but-

“Yeah, but they don’t fuck you the way you deserve to be fucked, do they?”

Arrogant, she thinks, arrogant and vulgar and her body clenches anyways and she wanted this and she hates it and she-

“Being used is exactly what I deserve,” she says after a few… not quite breaths, she’s trying so hard not to be overwhelmed, perhaps heartbeats, perhaps-

“Oh, you of all people should know you’re worth more than that.”

Marisa laughs, dangerous and sweet, and it’s just as well her lover can’t quite see her face right now. “You have me bent over and your prick inside me and you still-“

“Does anyone else you fuck make sure you enjoy yourself too?”

Well.

His fingertips on her clit do make a point, perfectly synchronized with slower deep thrusts – he’ll get his, there’s no doubt of that, but he’s at least aware she can feel good from what they do behind locked doors. Others haven’t been. Her goddamned husband, she suspects, has no clue and-

Like he knows what she’s thinking, like her body is just another scientific instrument, Asriel shifts pressure just the right way to make her breathless. She has learned to be quiet in this, in all things, but inside her there is a scream, inside her the feeling that this is what physical activities should be and-

“No wonder you don’t have trouble getting women,” Marisa breathes when she comes down. “You’re addictive.”

She expects some further proud comment, but he is in the middle of something and he’s quiet until he falls apart, quiet until too much of his weight rests on her for a moment too long and she’d try to stab anyone else who tried to cover her like that and-

The weight shifts, and she feels a handkerchief between her legs both cleaning and teasing her, and she wants to stay in this little moment forever.

“You’re magnificent,” he murmurs as he helps her re-dress, as they are able to make eye contact again. “Don’t let anyone touch you who won’t say otherwise.”

“I’m too young for a dead bedroom,” she counters. “And I’m not… not yet.”

He takes a parting kiss, slow and unusually sweet, one last moment before she reapplies her lipstick. “You should leave first. Always looks better that way.”

“You like watching me walk away.”

And with that she does, not giving a moment for one more comment, not wanting this to become more than it needs to be, not-

He’ll ruin her. Worst part is, she’ll let it happen.

#ebf writes fic #masriel #queue