Can't stop thinking that after what some of the M6 went through, trauma must have taken his toll on their intimacy. I have some headcanons about how the M6 handle their trauma in smut-fluff situations. Idk, it seems "wrong" to just ignore the fact? We didn't often get the chance to read some trauma-handling that isn't "oooh I couldn't stand the idea of sex but ☆magic love☆ healed me in just one thrust!"
Please note: Not meant to be realistic, let alone feticize it, it's just something that resonates with my idea of them. I'm no professional and didn't experience first hand most of this but if you did and doesn't rub you right please let me know and I'll try to do better.
So here's my headcanons about ~
Handling Trauma
Muriel ♧
Muriel doesn't mind nudity per se. Being shame about it something tied to social modesty, and him being a mountain hermit, it feels kinda natural to him.
But seeing entwined bodies? That's awful for him. The touch, the musle tension, the groping and the expressions, the sight of skin and flesh bending under his hands and a body pressed under him... no.
That's too much, too similar to wrestling for your life. He can't stand it.
... which is very difficult, given that he'd want to hold you tight, drawn his loneliness into your scent and be one with you.
So, you started slowly. Lights off (easy thing in his hut), you touching gently his chest, tracing his features with the lighest strokes.
He touched you as if you were a bubble ready to burst. His caresses were like leaves falling on your naked body, barely heavier than his warm breath on you.
Way later, the two of you discovered that he enjoyed using his lips way more than his hands - that didn't brought anything horrible back to his memory. Your -and his- bodies became maps to be traced with kisses and lingering sighs of desire.
He wanted to see you come, for he needed to see that those body of his was capable of giving pleasure and not just pain. You had to lie still on the furs of his bed, tights spread open to not make him feel chocked between them, your hands in his hair like a breeze.
Coming under his tongue left you shaking, grasping at the furs for comfort. You hurled in a ball, with a racing heart and short breaths that made you look so beautiful in your fragility that he couldn't help to - finally- lay beside you, taking you between his arms.
It's not like that night solved everything, but now the darkness of his hut is heavy with your moans. He still can't bear the sight of your body writhe against his, but now his hands knows all the mountains and valleys of your body, tracing the paths he came to know by heart. Now your curves melts into his, as the patience you took to know each other carved them as water on stone.
Does it work? Idk, I'll keep adding to it if I feel like it does
I saw a dog that looked a lot like Inanna today!! Not wolf sized obviously but like, idk lab or collie sized? No idea what breed but it made me happy :)
There's just something about your presence that calms Muriel like nothing else. If you two are spending time together while sitting down—whether it be cuddling, reading a book, telling stories, or anything in between—9/10 he'll end up asleep. He doesn't do it on purpose! You just have such a way of relaxing him and soothing his soul, mind, and body.
He loves taking naps with you or cuddling you as you go to bed. It's always so cute when the gentle giant completely conks out on your shoulder, probably drooling a little too if he hasn't slept well recently.
He always sleeps well when he's with you though <3
Okay just the idea of Muriel staying up making charms for MC sends me out of body. Just hear me out:
There’s not a sound in the hut aside from the crackle of fire, the shuffling leaves in the wind outside, and the gentle, rhythmic breathing of Inanna. Muriel’s large form is planted by the fire, holsters, belts, and buckles shed from his torso, and a blanket loosely draped over his broad shoulders in their stead. Inanna rests her head on his leg, and he occasionally scratches just behind her ear before returning to his work. His hair is pinned back with a hairpin you’d gotten him on one of your many walks to the market. His green eyes concentrate solely on the work in his hands, but a smile plays at the corners of his mouth.
Another charm for you. He can never make enough; one to keep in your bag, one for the shop, one for your bedroom, kitchen, hell, even one for your bathroom. If he could keep you in his sight all the time — just to make sure you’re okay and safe — he would, but he can’t. So, these charms are sometimes everything that he can do for you… So, often you’ll find him in his spare time working on another little gift for you.
He makes these charms often, smiling and passing the time quietly, happily, peacefully, with the thought of you warming his heart and his cheeks.
Really good at making things but is seriously trash at giving them;
Ex 1: Most often he leaves them on your shop step, but once you realize his pattern (he comes before the sun rises, before you’re awake, every week on the day you make your way to the palace) you’re up and waiting for him. You invite him in for breakfast, at first he refuses, but with gentle persuasion (a gentle hold of his large hand and a doe eyed smile is all it takes) he mumbles an agreement and shuffles into your shop.
Ex 2: When you do catch him, Muriel Error.exe. Until he finally gets ahold of himself and looks to the charm clenched in his hands.
Definitely makes you other little things; a bracelet, a flower crown, a wood carving, a dream catcher, a wind chime. Loves loves making you small little things; what a pleasant and happy way to pass the time!
Try giving this big softy a charm or trinket of your own making and he will want to squeal and kick his feet like a lovesick teenager. He won’t, but that swelling a person gets in their chest when they’re so happy they could scream it from the palace’s highest tower for all of Vesuvia to hear it is there twisting that smile up onto his lips; definitely a giddy chuckle every time he sees your gifts to him.
His cheeks redden and he stares at the small trinket you made him cradled in his hands — he handles it so gently, scared to break it — before his expression softens; gaze warm and illuminated, a smile on his lips, rigid muscles in his back relaxed, and he so warmly and gently says, “…Thank you… Y/n.”
Hoards all of the gifts you give him.
Also please wear/use all the bracelets/charms/trinkets he makes you. Aside from making him a blushing mess it makes him swell with happiness and pride. After all, you’re his, and there’s his stake of claim dangling on your neck, your wrist, your bag, whatever.
This baby is on soft dom behavior you cannot persuade me otherwise so seeing you wearing or displaying the things he’s made you makes him feel some type of way.
Anyways I could go on forever about Muriel and the small things he’d give you all the time just to see that smile on your lips and to know that you’re protected.
Wait, MATCHING BRACELETS WOULD HE DO THAT? For the sake of self-indulgence I say yes Muriel would make and wear matching jewelry with you
- Daily cuddles, morning, night, whenever there's free time, all the time!!
- At first, Julian isn't used to touch that isn't sexual so when you tell him that you love to be held, he tries small things like holding your hand, putting his arms around your shoulders or your waist, etc...
- he likes PDA so he always holds you in some sort of way whether that be your hand, your shoulder, your wrist, sometimes your waist.
- When you two are alone, he LOVES to cuddle and hold you. He lays down, ready to be the big spoon with his arms outstretched. You'd smile, all giddy and happy, jumping into his hold.
- "You smell great." He'd say as he wraps his arms around you, also letting his leg rest on top of yours.
- Even though his hands are usually cold, the rest of his body is like a furnace. You snuggle closer and hum in content.
- He loves to hold you and often does so to relieve stress.
- "Bad day at the clinic?" He nods and holds out his arms. You walk to him and let him hold you. He picks you up, you wrap your legs around his waist and rest your head on his shoulder.
- He would sit on the couch as you start talking to him abut his day. He got the habit of absentmindedly rubbing circles on your back or playing with your hair while you cuddle, which makes you melt.
- Your favourite thing he does though, is when you're working on something, whether it be in the kitchen or the study, he swoops you away. "You deserve a break, dear."
- Will probably make you beg for cuddles
- She's evil like that
- BUT, when she does lay down in bed, smiling softly you run and land in her lap. She wraps her arms around your back, gently pushing your head down to rest on her shoulder.
- She would smother your shoulder, neck and jaw in kisses, telling you how amazing you are. "I'm glad you're all mine."
- After a long day, its sometimes you who does the holding but she always returns the favour when it comes time to sleep. She loves to hold you while you fall asleep. You would be on your back and she would cradle your head with one hand and rest her other over your chest, playing with your hair. She would rest her legs overtop yours, holding you close.
- Eventually, this becomes the only way you can sleep, when she holds you.
- "Sleep well, love." She kisses your shoulder and closes her eyes
- When you are out in public, you always reach for her hand, or something to hold and she always takes it. Sometimes holding your waist or shoulders.
- In the mornings, cuddles are the best. One morning, after a very relaxing cuddle session, she has one of the palace staff run a hot bath for the both of you, where more cuddling and holding takes place.
- She loves that you love to be held. <3
- "Are you doing anything?" "can I hold you?"
- At first, he is VERY shy about holding you but deep down, he loves the feeling. Whenever he holds you he feels like he's protecting you, which fills him with a warm fuzzy feeling. Whenever you sigh or hum in content, it makes his cheeks flush red.
- When you first tell him that you love to be held and cuddled, he nods. That's it. "Would you like to try cuddling for a while?" Bright red, he says, "Yeahthatwouldbecool."
- He sits down in front of the fireplace, with his legs crossed, smiling and waiting. You sit in front of him, not wanting to cross any sort of line. He reaches forwards and tugs your arm, beckoning you closer.
- You climb into his lap and sit with your back against his chest. He's a little confused as to where he should put his hands so you guide them around your waist, slowly.
- When you rest your head back and close your eyes he asks, "Is this okay?" You nod, "Are you comfortable?" He nods. "Great."
- on stormy days where most of the day is spent inside the hut, chores are done and it gets pretty tiring. He builds the nerve to pull you to the bed and lay down, waiting for you to join him for a cuddle party.
- He grows to love holding you and tells you many times that he loves it.
- "Inanna, go away for like 5 minutes." Ignoring him, she snuggles right between the both of you. Muriel accepts his fate and starts petting Inanna while you laugh and do the same
I wanted to squeeze back in here and ask for maybe some More Muriel?? Spicy Fluff 👉🏻👈🏻??
I don’t wanna overwhelm you though! You can do these at whatever time you’d like! Please take your time and take care of yourself first!!!!!
Since it’s getting into the colder seasons, Muriel and the MC go about chopping wood for the fire place, going through town to grab extra food or necessities, they get home, Muriel and the MC settle down and make a nice steaming dinner to heat themselves up from adventuring around in the chilly air. Muriel sets to work on the fire place while ianna tries to snag a few bites of whatever is getting cooked up!
After all the cleaning is done and they’ve eaten their full they all cuddle into a pile near the fireplace all warm and snug. As the night grows longer the fire dies down and the heat begins to die off with it, the chilly claws of winter begin to nip at them. So MC decides to warm them up another way 👀
If this is a no go then it’s perfectly fine!! I have plenty more stuck up in my big stupid brain!!!
wait.
there is such thing as... Spicy.. Fluff?? I think i have found my new favorite fic genre.
okay so this entire idea is magnificent and i love it. Stunning. Very comfort. Very sweet. And then it all ends SPICY.
Of course it's a yes??? I'm gonna write this as soon as I can???
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
Summary: Muriel finds himself needing to escape the crowd so, he finds ends up being taught how to dance on a balcony above the palace gardens.
Word Count: 448
Warnings: Sexual themes (MINORS DNI or else I will tell your parent/guardian on you!)
After a few minutes, the two of them fall into the rhythm of the song playing. It’s all going at the perfect pace. At some point, Muriel gets bold and catches Indita off guard by dipping her. She gasps at first but her face bursts into a bright smile at the realization.
Muriel can’t help the smile forming at Indita’s contagious grin. The two of them continue their waltz to the music blasting from the ballroom. Indita pulls something out of her sleeve: a dip. She dips Muriel before he even realizes. Indita almost succeeds, but her left foot slips as she goes to pull Muriel back up. The duo end up tumbling onto the ground. Indita pulls herself up off of Muriel’s chest as he laughs from his place on the floor below her. They both turn into a fit of giggles as their faces unknowingly inch towards each other.
“Are you alright?” Indita chuckles out but, Muriel isn’t laughing anymore, he’s staring at her lips with a smirk playing at his mouth. They’re so close. Not even an inch away. His lips have definitely gotten softer since the last time Indita has looked at them. It’s killing her. She gently grabs his chin with her fingers, pulling Muriel into a gentle kiss.
Indita can’t help the sigh that escapes her, causing Muriel to let out a soft moan. The sound nearly causes all of her resolve to crumble. Muriel’s big hands take place on either side of Indita’s head. Their lips do a soft, slow dance. A dance that’s slow enough to just barely feed the growing ache in between Indita’s legs.
Without breaking their duet, she slowly pushes Muriel so that he is fully laying on the ground. One of this hands slips under her gown, and begins caressing up and down her thigh. A small gasp leaves for a moment, but is quickly swallowed by Muriel’s lips.
After a few moments, Indita pulls away, panting. Muriel’s face contorts of both disappointment and confusion as he catches his breath. “As much as I would love to continue this, I’m sure the countess would kill us for making out in a public area of her property.” Muriel’s face relaxes a bit, but a rose blush blooms along his cheeks and nose. The tips of Indita’s ears are a burning red.
Indita looks down the open door to make sure no one is in halls watching them. The music coming from the ballroom has gotten significantly slower in tempo and lower in volume. She turns back to Muriel and asks, “It sounds like the ball is winding down. Did you want to go to our room maybe?”
