#muriel angst

[anonymous-gremlin]

Muriel being in a white room with a sky blue void out the window and it's always cold, only seeing another angel once in millenia.

You know that sounds close to solitairy confiment

[shoyouth]

Can you write asra vs Muriel please where they fight over reader

I most certainly can! Tysm for being patient and I hope you enjoy! I hope headcanons are alright!

If asra and muriel were to fight over mc, there would be no actual ill-will, and it would have to be if she put in the effort to get to know muriel again more, similar to his route.

If she kept her distance a bit, if not fully comfortable or more into asra, then sure—muriel could still peek up at her from a ways away, blushing lightly when around each other for brief periods of time for asra’s sake, but slowly they would have to get to know each other if he were to ever actually attempt to be more with her.

asra is always in love with mc no matter the route imo (I personally believe they were lovers before; I mean, the prologue with him???) so he would pick up on any changes from muriel, and, as nice and close as he is with muriel, his eyes would narrow and the corner of his smile would twitch as he watched a flushed muriel turn quickly back to the fire.

asra would want muriel to be happy and start to socialize more, but he wants it to be obvious that mc is off limits; she’s his old lover for Arcana’s sake, she comes in and leaves with him so she is his. When they come to socialize with muriel, he encourages them to talk and laugh, but he always keeps a hand on her arm or her back, a subliminal signal sent to his old friend.

muriel would notice and want to keep his distance—he would. asra was his friend and he knew his past, wanted to do good by him but he couldn’t help his blush after mc’s smile, at her reassuring hand on his elbow, the way she played with his dog. He thought it’d be okay to make her little charms and figurines because that’s what friends do! Except asra would notice with a slightly thinned lip that he never received such gifts from the hermit.

Whoever mc ended up with would depend on her. Naturally, it would feel better to stay with asra, esp since they’re already like an old married couple—soulmates, even. muriel would understand, and simply stop making gifts, trying to quell his emotions and eventually get over it. But if she were to spend more time with muriel, esp going to visit without asra, asra would have to accept how mc felt. His smile would be bright, but insincere since his heart was breaking, but he would support the pair, though never fully heal; he would probably end up leaving mc with the shop and traveling for the rest of his time to try and take his mind off of her, albeit unsuccessfully.

I literally love Asra with my whole heart and the idea of not ending up with him in the end tears me apart bc I know it would do so for him

[amnesia-moth]

I did it I made some ANGST ♠️♠️♠️. Mothman Briar?? Not sure if this counts as some sort of reversed ending.. idk I'm really happy with it!

BONUS Comforting Muriel cos it is MUCH NEEDED

[raggedy-dxctor]

Hi! If you have time I want see your vision in this scenario. Angst 11 "Promise me you'll live a great life, without me" with Muriel his s/o its dying, gender fem or neutral.

Thanks and sorry for the english its not my firts languaje❤️

Without Me | Muriel

pairing: muriel x gn!reader

warnings: death of reader and heavy angst

they smiled up at him through the tears, they wwre clearly in immense pain, but they would rather comfort Muriel than acknowledge their pain and force him to feel guilty.

"this is all my fault, Y/N im so so sorry" he sobbed, clutching onto their hand, refusing to let go. They just shook their head and let out a small, pained chuckle.

"Muri, it's nowhere near your fault, i chose to come a long, i knew the risks, don't blame yourself" they reassured him, wiping a tear away from his already stained cheeks.

a few minutes later, they felt the pain increase rapidly and it became harder to breathe "promise to live a great life without me muriel" they weakly begged him, the life dtarting to fade from their eyes. Muriel panicked, begging them not to leave him, but it was too late.

They were gone forever. He had to live a life without them, and he definitely could not keep that promise.

[saeyoungchoismaid]

Strawberry Blond

Pairing: Muriel x gn!reader Genre: angst Warnings: none Summary: You love Muriel but his heart has other plans Word Count: 800 this is so bad oh my god please accept this trash

I love everybody Because I love you

You’ve never met anyone quite like Muriel before. Muriel may be a shy, introverted man but he has such a big heart. His kindness and generosity never ceases to amaze you. 

When you stood up Walked away, barefoot And the grass where you lay Left a bed in your shape

You watch him stand from your usual cloud gazing session. He seems kind of tense recently but you couldn’t quite figure out why. Maybe he’s starting to catch on to your actual feelings for him? 

Does he feel the same way? Is he nervous about confessing? Is he trying to figure out a way to let you down gently?

I looked over it And I ached

You look over at where he was laying and found that he left an indent in the grass. You turn on your side and gently place your hand over the mark. 

You wish you could place your hand on his chest like this, feeling his sturdy chest rise and fall with each breath he takes. You want to feel it shake as he laughs at something you said, making butterflies roar to life in your tummy. 

I love everybody Because I love you

Because of him, you feel that you have become a better person. Being around him so often made you start to act like him. 

I don't need the city, and I Don't need proof All I need, darling Is a life in your shape

You’d never tell him this but all you want is to be with him. You’ve liked him for months, probably years. You honestly can’t remember how long it’s been. All you know is, it feels like it’s been an eternity. 

I picture it, soft And I ache

You often fantasize and dream what it would be like to be with him. To have him hold you in his arms. To be able to play with his hair while sharing ‘I love you’s. To lay close to him at night, keeping each other warm during the cold nights. 

Look at you, strawberry blond Reach out the car window Trying to hold the wind

There was something off about today. You already knew he’s been acting differently around you but today felt especially off. 

You tell me you love her;

You thought you knew what heartache felt like already but this...this was a whole new level of hurt. Your chest felt like it was caving in on itself. You could barely breathe with the way your chest was crushing in on your lungs. Your heart plummeted to your stomach, trying to drop to the floor for him to step on. Your shoulders feel heavy—no; your entire body felt heavy. 

I give you a grin

Despite all of this, there was only one thing you could do. 

You smiled at him. 

You told him you’re so happy for him. 

You told him that you wish the best for him. 

You teased him about not letting you meet her first. 

You jokingly said you needed to give your blessing first. 

And he fell for it. 

Every last word. 

Oh all I ever wanted was a Life in your shape So I follow the white lines Follow the white lines Keep my eyes on the road As I ache

All those days, dreaming about what could be, and now, it’s all crashing and burning right in front of you. You don’t even get a say. Your eyes remain downcast as you stay beside him, knowing that if you look at him, you’ll burst into tears. 

Look at you, strawberry blond Fields rolling on I love it when you call my name

Does this mean you both can’t go cloud gazing anymore? Will he do this with his new love? Will you no longer be able to spend time with him since all of his time will now be spent with her? Even though you’re sick to your stomach, and you’re afraid of puking everywhere, you feel all your worries melt away for a moment when he just says your name. 

Just for a few seconds, you can picture the way things used to be. 

Can you hear the bumblebees swarm? Watching your arm I love it when you look my way

After today, you can’t be with him anymore. Even if he wants to keep you as a close friend, you don’t think you could do that to yourself. You deserve to be happy. You deserve to love and be loved. 

Look at you, strawberry blond Fields rolling on I love it when you call my name I love it when you look my way Muriel, Muriel, Muriel, Muriel, Muriel, Muriel 

He says your name, bringing your eyes to his beautiful, forest green irises, staring right into you. 

Maybe you can stay with him. 

Just a little longer. 

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Flinch

Genre:  A little angst  

Characters: Muriel from the arcana and my apprentice Eliza

A/N:  I was inspired by a “how would the main six react to mc flinching” imagine post on Instagram and i wanted to try to write my own story with my MC Eliza! :) 

a little bit about my MC

Her name is Eliza (she/her. Female.) She is 5′2 has brown wavy hair, brown eyes (with specks of green) she also has adorable freckles across her nose. lastly she has a artic fox, named Nell as a familiar who is enchanted to keep cold during the summer and whenever Nell walks she leaves behind snow prints on the ground (think of what Olaf from frozen has lol)

Eliza knew that Muriel was having one of those days were his past kept resurfacing to mind having him push her away and not listen to her reassuring words that told him he was good, that he wasn’t a monster, that he was a person that was loved and cared for by others, but Muriel would not have none of it. he turned his back to her placing his hands on top of the wooden table lowering his head.

“I’m a monster, I’ll always be one no matter how many years pass, no matter what anyone says. Deep within me I’ll always be a murderer, my hands will always be covered in blood.” He pauses shaking his head “I don’t deserve this life with you, when I’ve taken so many others, I thought it would be enough for others to forget about me but it will never change what I’ve done. it’s my punishment to remember and be alone that’s how it should be.”

Eliza tried to let him talk out his thoughts but with each word that left his mouth she felt her heart get tighter, she didn’t want him to feel like this anymore, she wanted to take all that pain he felt away from him. She was desperate to make him understand that he wasn’t that person anymore that he didn’t have to face things alone. 

So she tried again to make him see that “Muriel that’s not-“ she couldn’t finish her words, Muriel slamming his hand against the table along with his raised voice cutting her off “just stop Eliza! Stop!” Muriel turns at the exact moment when she flinches at his outburst.

Never in their time together had he raised his voice at her, had never hit something out of frustration in front of her. But now that he had, he wishes he had never done it because just watching her close her eyes and turn her head for a split second had caused Muriel’s heart to drop and his stomach to churn. images of warriors closing their eyes accepting their inevitable fate by the scourge of the south flashed through his mind. For a split second Eliza resembled them, she was wary of him maybe even scared, he was a monster after all.

Her eyes opened just as quick as they had closed, resuming her usual posture although he noticed her hands were in small fists by her side, His throat tightened “Eliza, I-“ he wanted to move towards her and bring her into his arms to apologize for what he had done, but he didn’t know if he should thinking that it would make her more scared of him. 

Eliza looks at his face for a brief moment, before biting her lip and lowering her head. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything. I kept repeating myself, I didn’t take into consideration that you might wanted some silence. I-i’m sorry.” She says slowly almost becoming a whisper. 

Muriel couldn’t stand it, it was just like her to apologize for something that she shouldn’t be apologizing for. It was his actions that made her flinch, it was his fault for getting frustrated at her when she was only trying to to help him and reassure him like she always did.

Eliza feels Muriel’s warmth wrap around her as he hugs her tightly. “You have nothing to apologize for. I-I’m the one that’s sorry.” Eliza instinctively hugs him back “I’m sorry for getting frustrated, I’m sorry I acted that way....I’m sorry I scared you.”

 She could hear a quiver in his voice, and her heart clenches, she shakes her head against him “you didn’t scare me, I was just surprised. I never heard your voice like that it’s all” Muriel pets her hair “and you will never hear it like that again I promise, I don’t want to ever scare you” Eliza smiles softly pushing slightly away from him to look up at him. 

she cups a hand against his cheek “you could never make me scared of you Muriel” he closes his eyes letting a tear fall and places his forehead against hers “thank you...for being here... for everything” he whispers to her, before Eliza swipes another tear away. 

[craftyassqueen]

False Alarm

Summary: Talia wakes up one morning to a familiar feeling. One she never thought she would feel again.  Word Count: 2025 Warnings: None, maybe a little angst and some fluff

Talia woke up and felt terrible, she could barely breathe. She felt like her head was made of lead, her chest hurt and even though she just woke up she was exhausted. When she opened her eyes she had to force them, they felt gross and… before she could finish the thought she shot out of bed and fell flat on her face. Did she just gain 15 pounds overnight, she barely was able to make it to the bathroom and to look at herself in the mirror. Tears made their way down her face as she saw that her eyes looked normal. She didn’t have the plague again, she wasn’t going to die again, she wasn’t going to leave Muriel again. Now that she had a clearish head she realized that all she had was a cold. Everything added up, her head was congested, she felt like she gained weight because she not only was bloated but that's just how she felt gross and heavy. She needed a bath to help clear her head, but before she did anything she needed to get a message Muriel. If she was feeling like this she wasn’t able to go to his hut today, she didn’t even know if she was going to be able to work in her shop today. She needed to send a message to Muriel so he didn’t get worried, that was the last thing she wanted. She was about to get in the bath when she felt a cold draft. She looked up and saw a familiar face. 

“Friend!” Faust said to her, as she dropped down into the sink. As she looked at Faust she felt a smile come across her face. She found her a messager from her Muri. However before she could open her mouth Faust looked at her face and sorta jumped the gun. 

“Friend sick!” Faust sounded really worried.

“I’ll be ok Faust. Could you please tell Muriel something for me.” She needed to word this carefully, Faust could deliver a message but… it needed to be worded right or she would have a terrified Muriel and a scared Asra on her doorstep in a matter of minutes. However, before she could even think about what to say, Faust was already heading out the window. 

“Friend sick! Friend sick!” was all she heard Faust say.. Well, she better bathe quickly because she most definitely was going to be getting visitors very soon. She only hoped that when she was done she would look better than she still felt. 

Once she was done with her not long enough bath she was not feeling that much better but she looked at least sorta human. She was at least grateful for having clean hair, that was the one saving grace of the day. Even if she wasn’t able to work, her hair was clean. She had just finished drying her hair when she heard the door to the shop open and two people running up the stairs, she didn’t even need to see who it was to know it was Asra, and she was willing to guess who they had in tow… A certain former pirate/current drama queen.. Julian

“Talia, Faust told me you are sick, what are you doing out of bed!” She had barely wrapped the towel wrapped around her when Asra had made it to the second floor and got slammed into the wall because apparently Julian didn’t stop in time… He just kept on running up the stairs then ran right into Asra. The small little traffic jam at the top of the stairs did not slow the doctor down at all. Before she could start laughing at the sight of everything he was right in front of her and starting taking her vitals. 

“Warm your hands up Julian for the love of Arcanas! Did you dip them in ice before you cam-” 

“Your glands are swollen, and you feel warm. You’re running a fever and your look way to pale for my liking. Asra, help me get her into bed.” Her best friend was already taking her arm and placing it over his shoulder and started to slowly walk her back to her room. They were treating her like she was on death’s door and could drop dead any minute; at this point Talia had enough. 

“Guys, would you please relax, I’m fine. It’s just a cold, nothing more. I just need some rest, I’ll be fine tomorrow.” she could tell by the looks of both of their faces that they were not really buying what she said. 

“Talia, you have a fever, you don’t get a fever with a cold, your glands swollen which means infection, fever also means infection. Asra please send for Nadia and let her know that we will be needing a room. I want Talia at the palace where we can monitor her from there.” Well, Doctor Dramatic was certainly living up to his name.

“Julian, my ”fever” is from the hot bath I just took, and swollen glands are also symptoms of a cold. I am fine, I do not need to go to the palace, I do not need to be monitored and watched over. I most certainly however need you both to let me go so I can get dressed.” Asra looked at Julian and Julian looked at Asra, it was like they were having a conversation about what to do. Well, she couldn’t stand here while they debated on taking her word or taking to the palace. She unwrapped herself from Julian’s and Asra’s hold and went into her bedroom. She had just put on her favorite dress when Julian knocked at the door. 

“Talia, may I please come in, we’ve both calmed down and I simply want to double check.” Her heart warmed at that, she truly loved her patchwork family. She opened the door and let Julian in. As Julian entered Asra was right behind him. Talia sat down in the chair that was in the corner of the room and let Julian examine her. As Julian went to work rechecking her vitals Asra propped up against a wall and looked around the room. She had changed it a little since Asra basically lived at the palace because Nadia appointed him court magician, and they worked with their parents who were working on cleaning the flooded district. They still would visit the shop weekly and spend time with her and helped her around the shop. She had changed it up a little bit since they moved out. She reinforced the bed, added even more pillows and quilts, had plants hanging up in the window and all over the room. It was perfect, and as she looked at Asra she could tell that they were truly happy for her. 

“Well, umm Talia, please forgive me, but you are right. Sorry about that, you really just have a cold. Forgive me, but Asra came into my office and told me that you were really sick and I didn’t know anything else after that, we both were just worried about yo-” Julian didn’t get a chance to finish her sentence due to the fact that something or someone was slammed open the door and was coming up the stairs. Muriel has made it to the shop.

“Talia! What’s wrong!!.” Asra was already meeting him at the stairs and Talia was getting up. 

“She’s ok Muriel, it’s just a false alarm. She just has a cold, she will be ok.” Talia got to her door and saw that Muriel was sweating like he ran the entire way. 

“Mi oso, I’m ok. I just have a cold. Julian is here and he just cleared me. It's just a cold.” She walked up to him and placed her hand in his chest. This little action always made him give her his full attention, no matter how he was feeling, whenever she placed her hand on his chest he was completely focused on her. 

“Are you sure that you are ok? Inanna was told that you were sick and I.. I just was..” he couldn’t get the rest of the words out. But she knew, he didn’t need to finish the sentence because she knew. 

“I’m sorry, Faust had really good intentions but I think.. given everyone history, we just assumed the worst. Julian, I think we are no longer needed.” Julian had made his way out into the hallway and nodded toward Muriel. 

“Talia, I’ll open and watch over the shop until you get better. It will be nice to be back here for a bit.” Bless Asra, no matter what she could always count on them. When Julian and Asra had gone downstairs she was alone with her mountain man and even though he looked damn right climbable right now, she felt like someone unplugged her energy. She leaned into Muriel and felt his hands wrap around her. She laid her head on his chest as he carried her to the bed. She looked up and saw the concern that was across his face. 

“You are sure you will be ok?” Muriel was always so gentle with her, always so careful with her. 

“Yes Muriel, it’s just a cold. I just need rest, Asra is going to watch the shop so I can take a few days off.” He laid her down on her bed and gently sat down next to her. “Where is Inanna? Is she still at the hut or patrolling the forest? I didn't hear her come  inside.” She looked at the doorway and didn’t see her favorite wolf. 

“She is still in the forest… are you sure you are going to be ok?” 

“All I need is some rest mi osa, just a little rest.” She smiled up at him and her heart filled with love… and she could no longer breath through her nose. She got reminded that she indeed has a cold and felt terrible. She groaned and started to cough her lung out, she realized that it was hard to cough and breathe at the same time. Ugh, she needed to get better, she felt a cool rag across her forehead and a warm hand stroking her back. Once the coughing fit was done she looked up and noticed that Muriel’s hand was on her back and he looked very worried. 

“Can I please take care of you?” The question had her taken back, he usually wasn’t very forthcoming. Damn, her bear was finally coming into his own. 

“Please.” she sighed and moved over to the far side of the bed. She felt like crap and being held by her mountain man would be better than any medicine. When she met his gaze she had to stifle a laugh, he still was getting the hang on nonverbal cues. She patted the empty space next to her and it got her one of his signature huffs. He stood up and went to take off his cloak on to realize that he didn’t have it, which was strange due to the fact that he always wore it. 

“Must have forgotten it.” He mumbled when he caught her looking. 

“How did you forget it? It's the first thing you grab when you leave your hut.” she prompted. 

“Iwasworriedaboutyou!” Came out in a rush, she almost didn’t catch it. She felt her cheeks warmed and smiled at that. 

“I’m sorry, I tried to tell Faust that it wasn’t anything serious.”

“It’s fine.” He mumbled.

Once he took off his boots he grabbed a few extra blankets and covered her up. Once he was satisfied he climbed in and placed his arms behind his head. She took the cue and curled up next to him, laying her head on his chest and wrapping her arm around her. He kissed her forehead then placed his hand on her lower back and started to rub it.

[pau-kal]

Sooner or later, I told you it would happen