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bomber-grl · 7 months

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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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bakuliwrites · 2 years

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Intimate, Part 4- Muriel x F!Reader

Rating: 18+ (minors DNI)

Fandom: The Arcana

Relationships: Muriel x Female Reader

Summary: Reading with Muriel takes an unexpected turn.

Author’s Notes: Hey all! This is a six part series, one story for each of the M6. Just a selection of sensual moments with the M6. I have the whole fic up on my AO3, but I figured I’d post it here, too :). Here, you can find Julian, Asra, Nadia, Portia, and Lucio. Enjoy!

Gentle rain pitter-patters against the windows of Muriel’s hut, a quiet lullaby in this gray, dismal day. You had been hoping to run to the market this afternoon, but by the looks of it, a storm is brewing. Dark clouds hover on the horizon, creeping closer and closer to Vesuvia as the day goes on. It would be a perfect day to tidy up the house; but, with all this humidity and the sudden change in weather, you can feel a migraine coming on, a dull pain piercing a spot just behind your eye.

So much for doing chores, you lament to yourself, putting on the kettle. Its sharp whistle only makes your headache worse, but you’re hoping the chamomile-ginger tea blend Asra gifted you will help relieve some of your pain. Down for the count, you snuggle up on one of the window seats, setting your steaming hot tea beside you and unearthing an easy-read from the stack of books by your bedside. Its pink, faux-leather cover is decorated with swirling gilded vines and its pages are crinkly from how many times you’ve leafed through it. It’s your guilty pleasure book: a romance novel you’d purchased for yourself in secret from a little book stand at a Heartsong Festival a few years ago. It looks innocent enough upon first glance, but its pages contain a tale steamy enough to make it not suitable for reading in public. One glance over your shoulder and anyone trying to snoop on your material would surely blush a thousand shades of red.

As you settle in for your light reading, a crack of thunder above signals the imminent downpour. Your eyes scan the surrounding forest, searching for the hulking figure of your beloved Muriel. He’d gone out to feed the chickens and do a forage around the woods, but that had been a while ago. Worry starts to creep into your mind, only exacerbating your oncoming headache. But just as you’re about to get up to take a peek outside, the front door bursts open and in comes Muriel, soaking wet. Rain drips off his clothing, puddling at his feet, and his dark hair hangs limply in front of his eyes.

“Welcome back,” you greet with a weak smile, relieved that he’s finally home. You start to rise, but are felled by a sharp, radiating pain. The room starts to spin as you fall back onto the window seat. The next thing you know, Muriel is at your side, gently cupping your face in his chilly hands. His smell is calming: petrichor, pine, and amber.

“Are you alright?” his low voice rumbles, thumbs smoothing over your cheeks. You pass him another wan smile, trying to focus on him, but finding it difficult to keep your eyes open. The small amount of light from the fireplace feels suddenly piercingly bright and the rain pounds against your ear drums.

“Headache,” you manage to mutter, turning ever so slightly just to give one of Muriel’s palms a featherlight kiss.

“Let me dry off,” Muriel starts, pressing his soft lips to your forehead, “And then I’ll come take care of you. Stay there.”

Silently, he lumbers off, leaving you to doze restlessly. You pull a blanket up around your head, hoping to drown out the light in the hut and the cacophony outside. After a few minutes of trying to lay perfectly still, you hear Muriel’s husky voice asking if you need anything. You pull yourself out of your blanket cocoon and stare groggily up at him. He’s wearing a pair of flannel-patterned pajama pants you bought him, and no shirt. The thin, emerald green fabric frames his strong legs and the waistband sits just at his hips, revealing the cut of his Adonis belt. You feel heat climbing the length of your body as your weary eyes rove his muscular form, dragging slowly over his abdomen. His lips are set in a small frown, forehead crinkled with worry. He looks adorable, you think to yourself with a smile.

“Tea? Food? What can I get you?” he offers, thick brows furrowed with concern. You shake your head, motioning for him to come join you on the window seat. He obliges, gently lifting you so he can scooch in behind you. Once he’s situated, you settle back against him, his heartbeat thrumming rhythmically in your ear. His breath is even, tranquil, lulling you to sleep. Muriel presses a firm kiss to the top of your head and wordlessly pulls you into an embrace, his arms enveloping you in his warmth. You feel so small and protected, comforted and safe.

“Were you trying to read?” Muriel inquires after a moment, green eyes falling on the ratty old novel sitting on your lap.

“Yeah, but the words just keep swimming around the page,” you chuckle ruefully.

“I could- read it to you,” Muriel suggests shyly, reaching towards the book.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that, love,” you sputter, turning a bright red. But he’s already leafing through the pages, finding the spot where you left your bookmark. He holds the pages open with one hand, scanning to find a suitable starting place.

“Is this where you were?” he asks, holding the book down in front of your face so you can see the paragraph he’s talking about. You nod, mortified, hoping Muriel will see the next page and stop before he gets to it. But he doesn’t seem to notice, quietly clearing his voice and sounding out the first sentence.

“Sarika sits at the riverbank, pale blue dress pooling out around her, its sequins shimmering in the golden sun above, ” Muriel begins, “Out of the corner of her eye, she notices a figure approaching. Their strong, steady gait is enough for her to identify them as Bryn. As he approaches, she busies herself with inspecting a shimmering stone, not wanting him to see how secretly excited she is for him to be joining her that afternoon.”

Muriel reads on, his deep voice rumbling through his chest, sending delightful shivers up your spine. His voice is a comfort, a reprieve from the chaos in your mind and the tempest beyond the windows. For a little bit, you forget what it is that he’s reading to you and start to doze, soothed by Muriel’s soft-spoken words.

And then all of a sudden, you hear Muriel’s voice hitch in his throat as he reads, “Bryn’s elegant fingers find their way to Sarika’s buttons, slowly undoing the back of her dress. His hands make quick work of removing her clothing, casting it aside as if the very fabric is an offense, hiding her body from him. ”

Muriel pauses and you can feel his heart rate spike, beating frantically against your ear. You wait with bated breath, wondering if Muriel is going to set the book down and forget about it, or keep going. Glancing up at him, you see his cheeks have turned a pale pink and his eyes are shimmering with something unspoken and desirous. He catches your gaze for a brief moment, blushing even deeper before surprisingly returning to the paragraph he was on. As Muriel reads on, you can feel your own body growing warm. The proximity of your beloved, his husky voice rumbling through his chest, the way his sinewy arm has you pulled close to him, his fingers so casually holding open the pages, Muriel’s very scent: it’s all becoming too much, especially combined with the sensual words he speaks.

“Bryn presses his soft lips to her folds, honoring her sensitive nub before gently flicking it with his tongue, ” Muriel’s low voice reads aloud. Your cheek feels so hot against his chest. You can feel his uneven, shallow breaths, Muriel’s lungs desperately trying to intake even the smallest amount of air. Against the small of your back, you can feel the bulge in his pants, the thin fabric of the flannel doing little to conceal it. You shift, accidentally brushing against it and eliciting a soft gasp from your beloved.

“I’m so sorry,” he stammers, cheeks red with mortification. He practically throws the book down in his embarrassment, but you stay his hand when he moves to try to get up. You shift to look back at him, his hand trembling in yours.

“I’ve heard,” you start, voice barely above a whisper, unable to tear your eyes away from his, “I’ve heard that certain activities are supposed to help with a headache. If that’s something you want to do?”

You can sense his desire, feel his need like an electric pulse hanging in the air. A breathless silence passes, your faces just inches from one another, eyes hidden underneath hooded lashes. And then Muriel’s hand tenderly cups your cheek as he draws you in, laying his lips along yours, stealing your breath away. His mouth is warm as it works passionately, tongue testing your parted lips, asking gentle permission to enter. You permit it, feeling his warmth fill you, your breaths now shared. His nose presses into your cheek and his strong fingers tangle themselves in your hair. You can feel the ripple of his muscles as your palms skim his chest, nails lightly dragging along his pecs and down towards the hem of his pants.

“Let me,” he breathes, carefully turning you around so your back is against his chest.

“But what about-” you start to protest, but Muriel’s soft lips hush you.

“I want to,” he states, breath fanning across your lips, “If you’re okay with that.”

“Yes,” you murmur, struggling not to close the distance between you once again. You settle back in against his chest, allowing Muriel to slowly undo the buttons of your linen dress. Rather conveniently, it opens in the front. Cool air hits your skin as Muriel exposes your breasts and stomach. Goosebumps prickle along your skin, a sensation that is swiftly rectified when your beloved's large, warm hands smooth along your curves. His rough callouses tickle as he roves, but the sensation is positively delightful. All the while, Muriel peppers your neck with kisses, pulling soft moans and breathy sighs from your lips.

One of his hands finds its way to your breast, cupping and kneading your supple flesh, while the other drags along your panty-line. He takes his time in worshiping your body, making sure to honor every piece of you.

“Is this alright?” he asks, starting to slip his hand down into your lace underwear. You manage to whisper a quiet, “Yes,” losing yourself entirely to Muriel’s blissful attention. His hand delves into your panties, two of his fingers parting your already soaked folds. He teasingly drags one along the center, stroking from your entrance to your clit, wetting his finger in preparation to pleasure you. You suck in a breath through gritted teeth, shivering with anticipation. Muriel begins to slowly circle your clit with his finger, while the thumb of his other hand works at swirling around the hardened bud of your nipple. The sensation is euphoric, his touch masterful. You roll your hips, grinding back against Muriel’s. He grunts quietly and you can feel his arousal growing.

“You’re so wonderful to me, my darling,” your hushed voice sounds, mind foggy with pleasure. Your hand finds its way to Muriel’s hand at your breast, intertwining your fingers with his, jointly kneading. Muriel takes this as a sign to pick up the pace, circling your clit even faster. He seems to silently delight in the tiny keens and needy moans he draws from you, smiling against you with each contented hum. You can hardly help the rocking of your hips against his and find that he starts to grind against you, desperate for the friction.

“Ah, I need you, Muriel,” you breathe, gripping his hand even tighter. Spurred on by your impassioned pleas, Muriel ensnares your lips in his as his fingers dip into your entrance. You bite down hard on his lip as he enters, one hand reaching up to tangle in his onyx hair. He groans into you, giving you a moment to adjust to his two digits inside you before he starts to pump in and out. With each thrust, he hits deeper and deeper. Your combined body heat is overwhelming and the salacious sounds of your united ecstasy drowns out the dismal storm outside. Your pounding headache is a memory of the past, a past that feels suddenly distant and unimportant. All that exists now is Muriel’s loving caress, the way his lips fit perfectly against yours, and the feeling of his fingers buried within you.

You can’t take it much longer. Swiftly, you withdraw Muriel’s hand from you and swivel around, hardly breaking contact with his lips. He doesn’t need any instruction from you, stripping down his pants just enough to free his hardened cock. He slips into you with ease, though his girth certainly requires you to take another moment to adjust. Before you know it, you’re bouncing up and down on his lap, his tip hitting a spot inside you that seems to spark like fire. Your kisses are desperate and sloppy, yet there’s a tenderness conveyed from your beloved unlike anything you’ve ever felt.

As you ride Muriel, he guides you gently, making sure you’re not overworking yourself. He grinds his hips in tandem and soon enough, you feel him quivering inside you. A flame, not unlike the one in the hearth, bursts within you, building and building until it can’t build anymore. You grasp at Muriel, clinging tight to him as you feel him release inside you, warm and blissful. Your walls quake with your release and finally, you come undone as Muriel whispers your name, a loving invocation. You grip him tight, as if willing your forms to merge completely. You feel so protected in his arms. Though his embrace could be crushing, he is so very careful with you, conscious of his own strength.

You settle, enveloped in Muriel’s calming aura, the soft warmth of his love washing over you. He holds you close, presses his forehead to yours and lays kiss after featherlight kiss upon your lips.

“Better?” he mutters after a moment, eyes twinkling in the amber light of the fire.

“Much,” you return, beaming as you throw your arms around his shoulders and cuddle close.

#the arcana #muriel of the kokhuri #muriel x reader #muriel x apprentice #muriel x mc #female apprentice #female reader #spicy #very spicy #lemon #ao3 #my fanfiction #sweet Muriel #he would be such a calming and wonderful presence #dani writes

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houdinicorbini · 9 months

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✧ Masterlist ✧

Identity V:

"Late night thoughts" Alva Lorenz x Anxious/paranoid! Reader

"Before party anxieties" Joseph x Anxious! Reader

Ada&Emil x Reader poly headcanons

Joseph Desaulnier relationship headcanons

Leo Beck/Hell Ember headcanons (request)

Protective! Naib x Reader (Request)

Aesop Carl x Reader Birthday headcanons

Victor Grantz Headcanons

Aesop Carl headcanons

"Comforting Silence" Aesop Carl x Reader

The Arcana: MC bringing breakfast to the main 6 in bed

Asra x Sick! Reader

Julian relationship/fluff headcanons

Muriel relationshio/fluff headcanons

"Don't go" Muriel x Reader

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Ardyn date headcanons

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"Late night drive" Ardyn

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Ardyn general headcanons

Ardyn relationship headcanons

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Sun&Moon relationship headcanons

Chica relationship headcanons

Some of my au headcanons for Monty

Monty Gator x Reader headcanons

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Lance relationship headcanons

Reala (Romance?) headcanons

NiGHTs headcanons (Request)

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Other:

Madhouse Mike relationship headcanons

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Guzma relationship headcanons

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Douxie relationship headcanons

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to-the-stars8 · 2 years

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The Lamentation of the Apprentice

Parings; Past Female!Apprentice x Asra Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Ao3

Chapter 4

Muriel's little corner of the world was beautiful. The walk from the city to the woods came with a drastic difference. We walked miles from seeing people to suddenly seeing none. The sound of birds singing and the rustling of leaves replaced the endless echo of people talking. It was utterly serene. When we did make it to the place his home was, it was apparent that Muriel was an outcast from society. His hut, built with stone into an old tree, gave a warmth that only homes so welcoming to those close had. A place where secrets could be said a loud and kept safe.

Yet when I first met Muriel, excited with hope to make a new friend, he slammed the door in my face. Muriel was in the clearing in front of his home when Asra and I appeared, bent over his unnaturally tall frame to feed the chickens that clucked around him. When he looked up, deep green eyes meeting mine, I was surprised by how handsome he was.

Asra had made him sound as if he was war-torn from how he described Muriel. Years in the woods had bulked him to the point that his scarred muscles were well-defined, and, even the few feet I stood away from him a heavy scent of myrrh reached the air--The smell seemed to follow him.

Standing straight, Muriel pushed his oily, long black hair away from his face to properly give me a once over before retreating back into his hut, the chain around his neck clinking as he did so.

I looked at Asra with utter horror. What had I done to upset him? What did Asra tell him? The questions whirled in my head as I tried to make sense of what wrong I had done in such little time. Asra watched as his friend disappeared behind the door, an absolute momentarily look of disappointment crossed his face before returning neutral.

He sighed and patted me on the back with reassurance. “Worry not, Muriel is uncomfortable around new people. He is much more kin to the green of the Earth rather than the people who live on it.”

A bit of relief pushed at the negative thoughts. “I am glad that I did not offend him in any way. I was afraid of having done such.”

“No, but,” The magician leaned in close to whisper to me. “Do not ask of his chains.”

Not thinking much of it, I nodded and then followed Asra through the door of the hut. Compared to the cooler weather outside, the inside was perfectly warm.

Never before had I seen a house built into a tree, so I wondered at it. Tree roots came in through the ceiling, and were utilized to hang pans, herbs, and furs. As I passed a root with white fur on it, I brushed my hand against it. It was smooth, perfectly silky. Every piece of wood furniture seemed to be carved by hand, the hand I only assumed was Muriel’s.

Sat in front of the hearth, the man seemed to curl into himself, only looking at me through awkward side glances. I smiled at him as Asra introduced me. Over his shoulders was a cloak that he pulled to himself as we entered and a gush of winter wind followed us.

“Muriel, this MC, my friend from the shop I told you of.”

Still, he made no move to introduce himself but acknowledged my existence with a sharp nod. Asra motioned for me to sit on the furs close to Muriel’s feet. Before I did, I looked to the man for any hesitance, but his face remained the same--Placid, though a bit anxious. I sat and watched the fire Asra himself got comfortable on my other side.

The room fell into silence. My hands twirled the beads on my bracelet anxiously. Would no one say anything? When I looked up, across the room a black fur moved. Gasping, I watched as a wolf’s head appeared from the mass. With grace, the wolf stood, yellow eyes staring into mine.

“You must be the wolf, Asra mentioned earlier,” I said, holding out a hand for the animal to sniff. “I am MC.”

“Her name is Inanna,” A stranger’s voice said.

Ah, yes, that was the name, I thought. A moment later I looked back at Muriel, surprised that it was his voice that spoke. It was soft, in a whisper-like way but gravelly, too. Nodding shyly, I looked back at Inanna, smiling. “Did you name her, Muriel?”

“No, she told me her name.”

Asra interjected, “She is Muriel’s familiar.”

“Ah,” I said as I watched Inanna sniff my hand and then walk around to the other side of her companion to lay. “Inanna is a name of a goddess that lives further south from Helene.”

Muriel’s eyes meet mine for a moment, and he looked as if he was pondering something. Still, he said nothing as his eyes looked over to Asra and then back down to his hands. Never before had I noticed, but he was whittling a small figure. His hands were too big for me to see anything, but I could make out the attention he was paying to them. His eyebrows were knitted together in concentration and, by the small indention on his face, he was biting the inside of his cheek.

It had become quiet again, and the four of us stayed in it. Somehow, it had become less uncomfortable and more understanding. Muriel did not seem like a person who spoke much but conveyed enough with his face. When I had started to settle more comfortably into the silence, listening to the fire crackle, the magician to my side spoke.

“MC,” Asra yawned as he laid back into the furs. Already his eyes were starting to droop. “Do you play?”

His head nodded over to a mandolin leaning against the wall. It was carved with dark cypress wood and on the body were intricate golden swirls painted. I was mesmerized for a moment.

“MC?” Asra said again.

“Yes, I do. I have not played in some time, though.”

Getting up with a grunt, Asra retrieved the instrument from the wall. He put it into my lap before settling back down as he was again. The wood was smooth, fresh from the shop I was sure. Muriel watched from the corner of his eyes as I positioned myself with the instrument on my lap and moved over to give me room. I tuned the instrument as I addressed the magician, “Asra, are you sure? I do not remember some notes, so it--”

Asra put a hand on mine. “You will play fine. I saw the one in your shop the other day and thought I would try learning it myself. Break it in for me?”

Annoyance tugged at the corners of my mind, and I thought of returning his request with a smart jab, but none came to mind. Sighing, I readied my fingers on the strings. A song came from the strings I played, something that must have been sitting in the back of my mind. To myself I sounded fine, my fingers remembered most of the notes and the strings corrected me when out of turn. Only once, when I had plucked the wrong note, the whole song sounded off, but when I looked to my audience for displeasure they waited in silence for me to continue.

The time I had played, which it seemed for such a short amount for how long I really did play, was lost. Asra had said I played for an hour, so entranced that I could not be stopped. When my fingers did cease their movements, the magician laid his head against my thigh, humming the tune I must have been playing before. Muriel, on the other hand, seemed indifferent, though looked at me momentarily when the music stopped for good.

I put the mandolin along Asra’s stomach, and he whined that the music had stopped. He tried to put it back in my hands, but I refused, pushing the mandolin away. “I will play no more,” I said softly. “My hands are tired.”

“...You play well,” Muriel mumbled as the magician slid the instrument from us.

“She does!” Asra exclaimed through a yawn, stretching like a cat. His arms raised above his head and he arched his back off the furs. “A magician and musician. I believe you covered all the most important ‘m’s.”

Laughter carried off in the air, mine and Asra’s, while Muriel made a snort through his nose. Then, like a flame blown out, we returned to our comfortable silence. Asra slept for the rest of our stay there while Muriel and I shared a few words as his hands whittled.

-- I was watching Muriel feed his chicken, my fingers running through Inanna’s fur as he did when Asra appeared from the hut. He looked pleased that Muriel and I were getting along. For the most part, I believed we were. We hadn’t exchanged more words than I could count on both my hands, but he responded to the few I did say with grunts and nods. It was a start.

When the sun had started to drop behind the trees, Muriel packed up the food for the chickens and then started for the woods wordlessly. The woods were dark, but, in the very far distance, I could see the blue light of magic or spirits. We had something similar back home. I looked to Asra for answers, but he only called after him.

“I will be walking MC home, Muriel.”

He only threw back a half-hearted wave of goodbye.

“It was a pleasure, Muriel! I hope to see you again,” I called out as well.

Muriel looked over his shoulder for a moment before disappearing into the trees.

The walk back seemed shorter than the walk to the hut. Asra did not take his time showing me all the flowers or pointing out any of the birds as it got harder to see through the dim light coming through the branches of the trees. I held onto his arm as we walked, which he had offered me after my second time tripping on a branch. He felt warm against the cold winds that blew harsher, showing that, soon, a storm would rise. Nothing new to Vesuvia, I had learned in the past few months. As we left the woods, it became brighter, city lights appeared as darkness finally took over the sky, but I did not let go of Asra’s arm. The way I held onto him wasn’t intentional, as I was too distracted by the lights and people to really let go. Asra seemed not to mind and leaned into my side as we walked. I hadn’t noticed he’d done that until we reached the shop door.

I broke my release on him as I went to unlock the door, and he finally moved away from me. When the lock clicked and I stepped inside, Asra stayed on the steps, looking up at me with such hesitation. With a snap of my fingers, the lantern hanging on the door lit, and Asra’s face became clearer. A blush was on his cheeks with purple eyes still staring at me, expectantly.

“Would you like to come in for a bit?” I had asked, thinking he was waiting for me to let him in. “To warm-up before leaving.”

Asra shook his head. “No, I must be returning. I--I have something to ask you, first, MC.”

My heart jumped with anxiety and excitement. A thousand possibilities came through my mind in a revolving door. In the seconds I waited for him to say something, the weight between good and absolutely horrible had nothing in the middle. Trying to egg on an answer from his silence, I nodded and waited for him to say something. When he didn’t I asked him to continue.

Asra looked to the ground, before meeting my eyes again. His starry eyes are so determined and focused. “The masquerade is in a month, do you know of it?” Of course, I did, it had been everything, anyone I came across talked about. Essentially a big birthday party to boost the ego of the horrid Count Lucio, but, over the past ten years, had turned into a tradition. Masks, games, music--Everything that made up a party, and all of Vesuvia was invited.

I told Asra I did, and he continued on. “Would you be my partner at the masquerade this year?”

My breath left me all at once, and I stared at him for what felt like hours. He said my name again, eyes pouring into mine as he waited for the answer. I blubbered out some sort of response at first. Confusion plastered across Asra’s face.

“Ahem,” I regain my composure, standing straight. “Yes. I would love to.”

A grin grew across his face and his eyes lit up. “Fantastic. I was nervous to ask you. I will bid you goodnight now.”

He started down the steps before stopping, turning to me quickly as I started to shut the door. “Oh, MC--”

“Yes?”

“I will be leaving for a few weeks tomorrow, so please do not be worried if you do not see me.”

My mind wondered for a moment before asking, “Where will you go?” I didn’t know why my voice had become so soft.

“Nopal, it’s a bit north of the city,” Asra pointed west despite saying the near opposite. I noted the wanderlust in his eyes and admired him for it.

I found myself stepping out from inside to stand on the landing to put my hands on Asra’s shoulders. Leaning over, I placed a kiss on his cheek. “May your journey be safe, Asra.”

His skin was soft under my lips and I heard his breath stop for a moment. When I pulled back his face was flushed, cheeks, ears, and neck all red. My face felt hot, too, despite how used to the affection I was. In Helene, it was common to kiss people close to you before their long journey. Fear suddenly rose in my chest, perhaps I was not as close to Asra as I had thought, and overstepped my bounds.

“Goodnight,” I said quickly before rushing inside, slamming the door shut behind me.

In the shop I grabbed my chest where my heart was in hopes to calm its pounding, but alas it did not work. Gulping back the anxiety bubbling up my throat, I held my shawl closer around my shoulders then bolted upstairs.

My room felt cold and empty compared to Muriel’s hut, and, for a second, I longed to be there with them. Perhaps if my knowledge and closeness to them were better. Gods, frustration burned in my chest at the thought of kissing someone who I had realized in a few seconds I was not at all that close to.

Despite my temporary hatred for myself, I still took my time to peek out the window before retiring to bed. Asra stood below, looking up at my window with an untelling glint in his eyes. When his gaze reached mine, it was not I who ran this time, but him. He smiled as he did so, yelling something that was muffled by the window glass. I would have called out to him, to have him repeat what he said, but he was gone by the time the thought passed.

#asra x y/n #asra alnazar #asra x mc #asra x you #count lucio #muriel #nadia satrinava #romance #the arcana #the arcana fanfic #the arcana game #julian devorak #fan apprentice #fandom #past mc #nadia #the arcana lucio #muriel the hermit #portia devorak

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uchiha-7thsingularity · 2 years

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Requests open! These are just ideas to write for in the future free time. Let me know which ones you want the most. Or add to the list. Just to let you know I am finishing up a semester. So, most drafts or ideas will be slow to post.

Last legacy:

Relix pt. 2.

Relix x MC (Polyamorous).

Anisa and MC friendship.

Prank war (star sworn).

Escell and MC chat about affairs.

Saroos and Tulsi gossip.

Masquerade (main 4).

Parenting (main 4).

Rime x MC dance stalkers tango.

Elowen x Tulsi.

Anisa x Scylla.

Sage and Rime frienemies.

Meeting Rime's Mom. (MC goes off)

Arcana:

Asra journey as a street magician.

Julian sailing the seven seas for the first time.

Nadia and lucio first courtship

Portia and Mazelinka in Nevivon.

Muriel and Inanna meeting.

Twisted wonderland:

Yuu, Spade, Ace, and Grimm hang out.

Crowley and Crewel date night. (Maybe Sam)

Malleus talks with Silver alone to discuss retribution. (Bloody decision/angst)

Obey Me:

All seven brothers reflect their time with MC gone. (Angst)

MC and Lucifer argument.

Belphi challenges MC to a duel.

Simeon, Luke, and MC talk about sin and enlightenment.

OC lore/origins:

Yukina & Nao (daughter Izumi)

Sarah & Kara, Lizzie & Jack, and Junpei & Jessica

Max and Daisuke

Akane, Qrow, Mika, Spade & Jackie, Hana, Minato & Minako, and Shin.

Persona 3, 4, & 5:

Female MC mourns Shinji, Minato, Ryoji, and Chidori.

Ryoji and Aigis friendship (saga journey with Elizabeth, Labyrus, and Sho to get Minato back).

Mitsuru x Akihiko criminal outlaws.

Yukari and Junpei talk of first loves.

Ren x Makoto clever trick.

Yu and the gang reunite.

Fate grand order:

Gudao & gudako friendship/teamwork

Mash talks with roman and leonardo about future plans.

Jeanne protects MC.

Crossover Universes:

Wait and See!

#fictif #last legacy #the arcana #fate grand order #twisted wonderland #oc lore #persona 3 #Persona 4 #persona 5 #writing ideas

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tinyproprodigy · 2 years

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"Prystin" - Demon Muriel x you

||Note: you will be addressed as "you" the whole time without mention of any gender specifications.||

||reblogs are welcome!||

Warning

||Uneditted||

Special lines

+ demon muriel

+coffee shop owner reader

+cheerful reader

+Muriel being Muriel

+"You're adorable, you know that?"

+cookie snatching-

+coffee spilling

"Here you go!" You smiled brightly at the strange yet regular customer as he hastily exchanged the loads of bread he bought for money before scurrying off flushed without a word.

This had been a new thing that started happening every day. He'd walk in alone, stay at an available table- seeming to work on what he was going to say before walking towards the counter and requesting the same order with the same quantity as always. Five packets of Bread.

You didn't think that much of it since it wasn't your job to dwell on your customer's habits. If he was socially awkward, then he was socially awkward. It wasn't your place to question him, you thought as you smiled at him nonetheless. The friendly half customer service, half genuine smiles you had given him everytime seemed to surprise him.

You wondered when he'd get used to it. 'It was rather charming though', you thought to yourself, wiping the counter clean.

Something you hadn't noticed though was how he had always slipped a cookie in his sleeve. Everyday you walked to the backroom of the bakery to pack him fresh bread, he would sneak one small cookie out of the display jar and hide it under his robe.

It wasn't because he didn't have money that badly, he brought a lot of bread from this shop and Smoked eel from the next. He had his...reasons.

Rounding the corner of the building, he walked up to a man hunched down with his arms around his knees. He was rather poor when it came to how life treated him for a long while, but he was familiar with Muriel as he watched him walk closer, a slow smile growing on the old man's face.

"Muriel, mi amigo." He cheered with a wide grin as he got up from his seat and patted the taller male on his arm. "How's life been treating ya?"

A shrug was all he received as he placed the packets of bread in his hands.

"Ah, bread. You went to the bakery."

"Yeah..."

An uncharacteristically serious expression came over the old man's face as he inched closer, sharp eyes dead set on Muriel's hard ones. "Did you...do it?"

This question earned an uncomfortable and ashamed nod in return. Stealing wasn't something Muriel was quite proud of.

"Right, don't beat yourself up over it too much." The senior sighed, attempting to comfort him. "We have to do what we have to do to survive ya know?"

And a deep secret this was.

Demons had roles, parts of their own to fill in. characteristics that fit their behavior well enough. To endure the drawback, they had to commit one delinquency a day. The scale of it didn't matter, so long as you committed it with or without getting caught.

There were not many empathetic demons, to begin with, but that didn't mean everyone had been doing it out of wanting. This was a delicate situation. One miscalculation and there goes your reputation. If you had one, to begin with.

The elder man had been caught stealing once and his current position was proof that if you're not subtle and quick enough, expect consequences.

This did not mean there was no way out though, no, no, no.

There was a term only known amongst demons. A prystin. Quite similar to a soulmate but had the literal definition of 'cure' in demon jargon.

So long as you found your prystin, you would be rid of your...situation.

With a prystin, warmth would be available to a demon's cold touch.

Prystins did not come easy though, some naturally dying from birth and others not even meeting in their lifetime. It wasn't as simple as it sounded.

A few days had passed and once again, he had walked in. Taking his seat, he sighed as his nervousness intensified. Busying himself with the decorative sitems on the table and later the glass of lemon water, his mouth started to dry up out of anxiety.

Completely oblivious to his spur of tension, you sauntered over with a cup of coffee- ready to have a normal conversation with your regular customer for once. 'Maybe he'd be less nervous?' You pondered a few minutes before his entrance earlier on.

"Hey." You simply greeted, beaming as you placed the cup on the table. "Feel free to drink up while you wait. Wouldn't wanna stay empty-handed, right?" You chided before noticing his lack of eye contact.

Clearing your throat, you drew back. Your smile never faltered. "I'll be behind the counter as usual." And with that, you walked off to help another customer.

He had waited for a few minutes to mentally ready himself. Opting to look out the window at the rest walking around and having conversations.

He wondered how many of them were secretly demons like him. Secretly doing their own fraudulent acts while keeping the visage up without much effort.

He wished he was more subtle. Able to easily brush off acts like this instead of it eating him up inside every day. Remembering what he had been doing since he was a kid- up until now.

He watched you in silence as you gathered a customer's orders, joking with another who barked up a laugh at whatever you had said.

You were a hard worker. Waking up early and closing up quite late. The sign outside said as much. He imagined you working on your food at night, huffing in exhaustion as you glanced up at the time. 2 am.

He was taking cookies from you every day while you worked hard to make them at night. "Disgusting..." He muttered, shaking his head as the same thoughts repeated themselves in his head, making him feel more nefarious by the second before a low gasp caught his attention.

"...it's that bad?" You asked, your eyes drifting to the untouched coffee and glass of lemon water in front of him. You watched as his eyes widened and his mouth slightly open in shock before rapidly shaking his head.

"N-no! That's not it!" He reassured, as he wrapped his large hand around the glass, taking gulp after gulp of its contents before unintentionally slamming it on the table near the coffee, making it wobble and threaten to spill for a minute before pausing. "It's nice!"

A beat of silence passed as his face reddened by the second as he processed what he had done. How would he come back tomorrow after that!?

A laugh caught his attention as you covered a hand over your mouth, your own cheeks coloring as you tried to hold down a louder hackle. "You're adorable, you know that?" You replied casually with a fond sigh as you collected his cup.

He froze in place, the tips of his ears and his cheeks suddenly burning red as he mumbled out "...A-adorable?"

"Yup" grabbing and shifting a dark-colored placemat, you placed his usual order by his table for a change as he fumbled for a response.

"It's on the house today!"

"What?"

Nudging a thumb at his package, a sinking realization settled within the nervous man. You had brought his package for him...

"You don't have to pay." You specified, an ignorant smile proudly plastered on your face.

"You don't have to..." He reassured, moving to get up from his seat. He had been pondering on the situation for too long. If he had done it earlier, none of this would have happened!

"Oh, don't worry much. You're a regular so you get-" you cut yourself off, moving to steady the cup Muriel had nudged with his knee in his attempt to get up and escape the deal- but you were late by a second.

The lukewarm, dark coffee had already made it's way into his cloak while you had been panicking for tissues and napkins.

"Sorry," you huffed as you helplessly watched him wipe away at the stain.

"...It's not your fault..." He replied. He could barely feel any type of heat anyways.

"If you'd like, I could work on your cloak at the back." The suggestion came with a apologetic smile as you nudged a thumb towards the backroom.

"Don't you have custo.....mers" he slowly asked as he looked around, noticing he was the only person left. Was he really taking THAT long!?

"Nah, they all left." Lifting the cloak up, you walked off, leaving Muriel with the choice to follow or stay put.

A part of him wanted to leave, he had been here for far too long, this was supposed to be an in and out routine but...he did not want to leave anymore.

A very foreign feeling as he did not know what was causing this. Gulping down his nerves, he decided to venture towards the backroom.

"It's just going to be a 5 minute thingy." You explained, your gaze drifting off to the washing machine working swiftly.

"...At least now there's a reason for the bread being on the house?" You joked, causing a huff of amusement from him.

Did- did you just almost make him laugh!?

"Oh? You were capable of a smile all along?"

This caused him to blush heavily as he slightly grunted, already missing his cloak to hide his expression in.

"Alright, alright!" You laughed, swapping his cloak in the washing machine- to the dry cleaner.

"Another three minutes and you're set." You explained, gesuring him to follow you back to the seats.

The conversation between you two was light as you had made sure to make him feel comfortable. Whether you had to do that by making jokes left, right and center.

What you did take note on though, was how he had been specifically anxious about answering specific questions. Questions that had a chance to lead to him being a demon, but you did not know that. But you enjoyed each others company nonetheless, learning more about each other.

"Geez..." The clock read 9 pm. "You're cloak was done an hour ago." You laughed, getting up to go collect his belonging.

A short while later you had returned with it. "Here you go."

Wrapping it around himself he had tried pinning a part together, which decided to be difficult today. After collecting his package, you watched him struggle for a while before choosing to help.

Making sure to put effort on your tippy toes, you took his hands away from the clasps and began working on it.

"You don't"- he began before stopping. He wrapped his hands over yours in a try to interrupt you. Your soft hands in his calloused ones. It felt warm.

An unfamiliar feeling of warmth.

"Don't worry, I got it." You shook you head with a smile, once again- unaware of his inner dilemma.

His many conversations with the old man came steering on and wirling in his mind. His eyes slightly widened as he felt more warmer as thoughts played over and over in a speeding pace before the conclusion presented itself.

You were his prystin.

A/n :

Y'all i gave this scenario to my older sis to see what she would do if she was in this situation and she said she would call the cops on Muriel cuz he's probably going to suffocate people with bread till they die "cuz why was he so jittery?" 💀

I'm dying- Poor Muriel! LMFAO

#the arcana #the arcana x reader #muriel #muriel the arcana #muriel of the kokhuri #muriel x mc #muriel x you #muriel x male reader #muriel x female reader #muriel x ng reader

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dollscircus · 3 years

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So I’ve had The Arcana on the mind so have an art dump of my MC.

#digital art #artists on tumblr #my oc art #oc art #art #female oc #the arcane game #the arcana #the arcana asra #asra x mc #muriel #muriel x mc #muriel x apprentice #asra x apprentice #mc art

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demigoddessqueens · 3 years

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Simper Fidelis

When Muriel first heard about her from Asra, he doubted that any person could be as genuine and kind as he claimed her to be. It wasn’t until he finally came face-to-face with the Apprentice Persephone that he felt true fear.

He hadn’t felt true fear since his gladiator days, but this was not one of those days. It was his fear at how real she was. Her genuine nature, her trusting attributes, and how she never recoiled from him at all. It felt so surreal to him to have someone one else who wasn’t Asra be so kind and forward with him.

The more Asra visited with Persephone, the more Muriel became intrigued with her. From the family of adventurous merchants, she would weave tales of her high sea adventures and the exotic sights. Lands of silks, food, and spices. In a sort of way, Muriel initially felt jealous of her.

A life filled with happiness and a loving family? He had yearned for it for so long, and he couldn’t help but want the same as she had. And yet…Persephone never ridiculed him for it, or looked down on Muriel for it. Rather, she asked about his family and his life, wanting to know him as a person.

The more they talked, the more Muriel began to take a liking to her. And soon her visits became frequent with the gossip going on well into the night. Her visits were not lost on the soft-spoken hermit, and he found himself falling for her. He could pinpoint the exact moment that it happened.

It had happened one night when Persephone had come over to help prepare for dinner, preparing for Asra’s return from one his many expeditions. Their fingers had brushed ever so slightly and it sent sparks through them both. Persephone looked into his green eyes, and offered a gentle smile. She felt so at peace with this man, and had grown to care for him.

Her heart swelled for him, and his did for her too. She meant so much to him, and he admired the qualities that she brought out of him. He felt more relaxed, he smiled more, and he let his walls down around her. Muriel felt braver too, and even though he wasn’t good with words, he wanted to show her how he felt.

Taking Persephone’s hands into his rugged ones, Muriel held them close to his chest. He looked deeply into her eyes and glanced over her lips. Seeing the flush pinked cheeks on Muriel’s face, Persephone admired his lips too and stood on her toes to try and reach his. Muriel couldn’t hold back, and he pulled her into him, claiming her lips with a rugged moan.

Their fingers locked with each other, and Muriel combed his fingers through her dark locks. He poured every emotion and feeling he ever felt for her into this kiss. His very soul and passion was embodied in this kiss. They soon released for air, and he pressed his forehead against hers. “Thank you, for letting me in…for letting me into your heart.” “And I to you, my sweet Muriel.”

Muriel may not have had the same story as she did, but now they made a new one with each other. One filled with a new hope and a newfound love that he treasured.

#the arcana muriel #the arcana #muriel the hermit #muriel arcana #muriel the mountain man #muriel x apprentice #mc x muriel #oc persephone #mc persephone #the arcana mc #arcana apprentice #muriel of the kokhuri #muriel #original female character #fic #fluff fic #fan fic #fan apprentice

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peace-favor-your-sword · 3 years

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I am in an Arcana mood so take this lovely chunk of words. I desired Muriel fluff and shaped it into existence. Muriel finds a kitten. Yep. That’s it. (Muriel x MC)

I also have some other works on my site so head over to fanfiction.net (Username: Kaishae)

(AN: I needed some Muriel fluff okay? Don’t judge me)

I was expecting Muriel to come home from his round in the forest with the normal assortment of herbs, roots and perhaps some fish, but a soggy, cold kitten was not one of them.

The small black form lay still in his massive palm and his green eyes stared up at me, with that looks of worry that was so often present. “It started to rain, and I couldn’t find the mother anywhere. I didn’t want to leave it.” He said quietly, his large presence making the entire hut feel cozy, even though he was dripping wet. I let out a small squeal that makes him chuckle and smile a little, and I immediately grabbed a rag and wrapped up the kitten and started to dry out its fur with as firm of strokes as I dared. It was fairly limp and wasn’t even shivering anymore and I huffed a worried breath as I worked. I brought it over to the fire with me and sat down, and Inanna padded over and sniffed at the small shape in my hands. “Hush, girl. Be gentle.” I chide her and hold the kitten closer to the fire, and I see it jerk its head a little and I gasp. “Oh love, it just moved!” I say excitedly and I hear him place his cloak on the hook, and he walks over to me, settling on the furs near the fire. He places a hand on my back and gently rubs it with his thumb as we both stare down at the kitten.

“What kind of food does a kitten this small eat?” I ask, my brow creases a little as it continues to struggle to move. I keep rubbing it, and get a new cloth to continue the ministrations.

“It can have goat milk mixed with some other things. I’ve made it before.” He explained and he gently strokes my wrist before getting up. “Keep warming it up and I will start on the food.” I hear him walk to our small kitchen, and get out some different jars and cans and he grabs some goat milk we had in storage.

I continue to rub the cloth into the kitten’s fur and Inanna scoots forward, keeping low to the ground until she is right by the kitten and she huffs and licks at the kitten, her tongue moving around the fur as she laps vigorously. “Inanna!” I scold lightly and then I see the kitten stir and let out the tiniest meow, its head swinging back and forth. Inanna sits up a little and continues to lick the kitten, her ears perked.

“I think the little thing likes that.” I whisper at Inanna and she sneezes at me as if to say ‘Of course!’

Muriel comes over, a mixture in a small bowl and he dips the end of a very small hard carved spoon into the milk and places it near the kittens mouth and it lifts its head and I see its little tongue move as it works frantically to eat.

With gentleness, he scoops the little thing out of my hands and into his palm and continues to feed it a few drops at a time, and I can’t help but stare at him lovingly.

“Stop looking at me like that.” He says, his cheeks flushing bright red, and he focuses extra hard on the kitten, trying to ignore me but I know it’s not working. “Like what? You’re just so…cute.” I smile wide and scoot closer. “So what should we name the little thing? And is it a boy or a girl?” I ask, curious. Muriel lifts the kitten for a moment and checks to see. “It’s a girl. And I don’t know what name. Are we keeping it?” He asks, lifting a brow slightly.

I raise my own brow. “Um…yeah. Obviously we’re keeping it. You’ll break Inanna’s heart. She already thinks she’s her baby.” I say, pointing to the little kitten and then to the wolf in question. Inanna blinks at him as if to back me up.

Muriel shakes his head once, but I see the smile on his face and I look back down at the kitten, who is looking significantly more plump due to her warm dinner. She’s moving a lot more now and it makes me breathe a sigh in relief.

Once she’s stopped eating, he gently lifts the kitten into his other hand and gently, so gently pats and massages her back until he hears some small exhalations of air and she makes him smile, such a rare but wonderful sight.

I scoot close to him and Inanna comes and lays her head down on my lap and I look up at Muriel and then down at the tiny girl nestles in his palm, already falling asleep from the warmth. “Welcome to our family, little one. We’ll take care of you, I promise.” I smile up at Muriel again and he leans down and initiates a kiss, something that’s rare, but so wonderful. I kiss him back and settle against his side the evening passing into night.

(AN: I had to do some guessing on what a little baby kitten would drink, and google gave me what I wrote down. I suppose it works for story purposes, but make sure to do your research!)

#Muriel #the arcana #the arcana muriel #original female character #OC #Main character #MC #Muriel x MC #Muriel x OFC #Muriel x OC

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neptuneskies91 · 4 years

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Fanfiction Prompts: The Arcana

Sooo.

I decided to do a thing.

I am new on tumblr, but I have been on AO3 for about a year. This is a Fanfiction only blog, so I might reblog Fanart and other fanfiction- as well as my own fanfiction works. I will attempt to put a link (I am not good at this stuff) but anyways, I wanted to write Arcana fanfiction but I didn’t know where to start but also I like prompts. So I am making up prompts for August. I might just do a week- if I am successful- I will attempt the month.

August 1st- Flour

August 2nd- Green

August 3rd- Serene

August 4th- Don’t Scream

August 5th- Dream

August 6th- Hot

August 7th- Rendezvous

August 8th- Lemonade If someone wants to join me on this- the more the merrier, just please reblog this and tag me!! I will be getting them up on the respective dates. They will range from G to E and vary on pairings and lengths. The Pairings will mostly be pairings I know which is JulianxMC, AsraxMC, and MurielxMC. I do want to throw PortiaxMC and NadiaxMc but I also want to be accurate and I haven’t gotten to their routes yet. Sorry Lucio stans and fans, I just don’t like him. He’s a fantastic villain but I have zero interest in writing about him and any pairings with him.

Any warnings, the pairing themselves and the pronouns of the MC will be on there first.

I am not gonna lie though, they will mostly be Female!Aprentice since I identity as a bisexual woman it is what I am the most comfortable writing (and all my MCs are bisexual/ pansexual women) any reader inserts though, I will make GN mcs and female mcs equally.

#the arcana #julian x mc #julian x apprentice #asra x mc #asra #the arcana fandom #Muriel #muriel x mc #female apprentice #look #I know four of them rymth but i am winging this okay?#I have every intention of GN apprentice I just can't promise it will be every prompts

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girlwithwolftatoo · 4 years

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The Arcana + Disney: Muriel and MC waltzing.

(Seriously, this update had all I needed: soft Muriel, nice food, waltz, Valerius, devil Lucio...)

#the arcana #muriel #muriel route #the arcana mc #the arcana apprentice #female apprentice #muriel x mc #fanart

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soft-girl-musings · 4 years

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another picrew set of Tamar and Martín bc these sinner hands can do many things but they cannot Draw

these two images really give off an “observant musicians that will throw gentle shade on people in the uni quad over cold brew and iced tea” vibe and I’m not complaining

(Tamar) (Martín)

#tamar looks a bit too light but we live in an imperfect world #we'll say it's a winter pic #tamar ufam #martín gioia #the arcana #fan apprentice #female apprentice #male apprentice #oc apprentice #muriel x apprentice #muriel x mc #portia x apprentice #portia x mc #Tamar picrew

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araneanox · 5 years

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To be remembered

There’s an alarming lack of Muriel porn in this fandom so I oughta fix it.

Sorry if the wording is weird or smth, English is not my first.

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Muriel is silenced by the loud thump of his now broken collar hitting the floor. He was so caught up in trying to convince her to leave, that he didn’t even notice when her persistent magic broke it. He looks at Tanith with a mixture of surprise and gratitude painted on his face.

- I don’t care. -, she says, cupping his face - The things you’ve done… I don’t care and I don’t want to know. It doesn’t scare me, I just don’t care. I know a Muriel who is kind, caring and very soft, and deep down you too know that it’s the only Muriel that is real and true.

Tanith presses herself to his warm chest, holding him as tight as she can.

- At the end of the day, your doings don’t really matter. Not to me.

Muriel had never heard these words from anyone. Not even Asra. Hearing them from her was like something very warm and comforting washing over him, melting away all of his fears and worries. An act of mercy. Forgiveness. At that moment he knew he wasn’t alone this once, and he also knew that he didn’t want to be alone or forgotten anymore.

Muriel wrapped his hands around Tanith’s gentle frame. Tightly, but still a bit cautious, like he was afraid he was going to hurt her. She flinched, but didn’t pull away. His arms felt like an unbreakable fortress of safety and warmth, and she could feel his heart beat faster than usual. She knew that he would never dare do it without invitation. Tanith rose on her tiptoes to caress the scar on Muriel’s face. He nuzzled her palm, before leaning down for her to pull him into a soft, and then passionate kiss.

Outside, it was starting to rain heavily, thunder echoing around the woods every so often, which made the warmth of the hut and the heat of their bodies even more comforting for one another.

The passion in their kisses was like radiating heat - slow, hot and calm, and it was getting hotter with each new kiss. When the heat was getting unbearable, Tanith slid Muriel’s cloak off of his shoulders and began fiddling with one of his clasps. Her kisses lowered to his jaw, then to his neck. Her lips on his soft, newly exposed skin made him jump. She slid lower, to his chest, kissing every scar, her hands sliding lower.

- Are you… sure about this? - Muriel asked when he felt her unbuckle his belt.

Tanith smiled.

- Can’t you tell? I couldn’t be more sure.

The second she said that, she was effortlessly swept up and laid down on the soft furs by the fireplace, with Muriel on top of her, staring at her with nothing but warmth, peace and love in his eyes.

- I love you.

As evident as it was, the confession took Tanith’s mind by storm of colour and pure happiness.

- And I love you too…

She was a jewel. A treasure he was determined to give the best care he possibly could. At long last, someone wasn’t afraid of his intimidating form, ugly scars, and most importantly - the horrendous crimes he was guilty of. Someone had finally awoken the faith that he wasn’t only good for spilling blood for somebody’s entertainment. He no longer wanted to be forgotten. He felt like he found something he desperately needed, without realizing he was looking for it for as long as he can remember. Muriel wanted her to remember every moment they spend together, and he wanted to make them the best possible memories. And Tanith wanted to never leave the fortress that were his arms, where nothing, not even The Devil could reach her.

Muriel carefully removed her blouse, not breaking the kiss, before moving on to her neck. He gently cupped her breast, drawing a gasp from her lips and causing her back to arch as he started gently massaging it. She was burning up, and he was too, but he wanted to stretch the pleasure out as much as he could. His lips moved lower, lingering at her collarbone before lowering to her left breast. Tanith’s mind felt foggy when his tongue circled her hardened nipple, teasing her, before his lips closed around it. She couldn’t contain her moans any longer, his lips and tongue caressing the sensitive skin felt like they were driving her insane. The sweet aching sensation between her legs forced them to spread, letting Muriel position himself between them. She could feel his member grinding against her through his pants. When she rubbed against him in response, he let out a grunt before hungrily kissing her neck. The voice escaping her lips didn’t sound like it belonged to her anymore. The world sunk into madness as she was losing herself in his strong arms and gentle lips. Tanith didn’t even notice that he’d already gotten her rid of her remaining clothes and that she was now laying completely naked, with her legs shamelessly spread to expose her wet, aching slit. Muriel took a moment to admire her pure, nude form, before nuzzling in between her breasts, drawing a shaky breath from her again. His lips moved lower, slowly planting soft kisses on her ribs, stomach, hips, before he lowered down to her entrance. He teased around her most sensitive part with his tongue, causing her to groan and clench the furs in her fists with anticipation. When she felt him taste her, her voice got stuck in her throat as she arched forward, trembling. The sensation was so unfamiliar, so good that it almost felt mind-numbing… This felt nothing like her fingers. His tongue and lips worked between her legs, eager to satisfy her - kissing, licking, sucking on her swollen clit, while she nearly screamed in pleasure. Still pleasuring her with his mouth, Muriel slowly slid one finger inside her, slowly drawing it in an out. She couldn’t stop herself from moaning his name. She felt the pleasure building up as she thrashed about, her hands tangling in his hair every so often. When he slid in his second finger, she couldn’t contain herself anymore. But just as he felt her walls tighten around his fingers, he stopped. She was soaking wet, her sex throbbing, cheeks flushed, mouth gasping for air and glare fixated on him - clearly annoyed that he didn’t let her climax and begging for more.

He leaned down just to be drawn into a deep, greedy kiss, her arms pulling him as close as possible while he hastily tried to get rid of his pants. Muriel was so focused on pleasing her that he nearly forgot about how aroused he was himself, and all his arousal washed over him at once the moment his throbbing member was no longer contained by the fabric of his pants. His erection felt almost painful and begging for release, and judging by Tanith’s face, he could tell that she too was longing for his flesh. He was entering her slowly and carefully, giving her body time to adjust to his size. At first it was painful, and Tanith couldn’t help but tense up and grit her teeth, despite her efforts to hide it. She noticed the slight look of guilt on Muriel’s face just before he went to hide it in her shoulder. She wrapped her arms around him, her fingers getting tangled in his messy hair.

- Please… - she whispered - Don’t stop.

His next hesitant movement brought nothing but a faint ghost of the pain that was before, as he entered her to the hilt with an exhale of relief. As he began to slowly rock against her, every new movement brought less pain and more pleasure, and soon she was gasping for air, letting out moans of pleasure and whispers of his name, her hands aching to caress every inch of his back and chest. Tanith felt him sliding in and out of her, in a slow, gentle, controlled pace. She was warm, and seemed to tighten around him with every movement, drawing shaky breaths and an occasional low groan from the back of his throat. Slowly but surely, he increased his pace, encouraged by Tanith’s deep pants and uncontrollable moans. His thrusts became faster and stronger as he was losing control, and before he knew it he was slamming into her, causing her eyes to roll to the back of her skull and her voice to go up a whole octave as she felt the long-awaited peak of her pleasure inch closer with each thrust of his hips. The intense, wild pleasure clouded her mind, overwhelming and overshadowing everything around her but the feeling of him inside her. And just before she reached her orgasm, on what seemed like the brink of insanity she heard him whisper “close” into her ear. She finished with a sweet scream of pleasure, her muscles contracting, legs still shaking as Muriel came inside her with an audible throaty exhale just a few thrusts after her.

Muriel slumped over next to her, their chests heaving, enjoying the afterglow.

- We sure made quite a mess. - Tanith notices, after her breathing slows down a little.

Muriel is noticeably flustered by the remark, and she can’t help but feel amused at a hint of red across his face before he clumsily gets up and comes back with a towel, soaked in the warm leftover water from the teapot, and a clean piece of fur. Tanith smiled. Then and there she knew that she made the right choice when she followed Inanna to the woods. Surprisingly, there was no gentler and kinder man in the whole Vesuvia than the terrifying “Scourge of the South”. And she knew she loved him.

Muriel fell asleep, holding her near, knowing that he won’t be forgotten ever again, because his lover will always remember his face. At last, that gave him peace… To be remembered.

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