#murielxmc

thank you anon! i did as you suggested so here’s a self indulgent work. 

you know how sometimes you start making out against a wall and slowly slide dooooooown. yeah, that.

Awe that’s so cute!!! I can imagine him singing to Inanna when they’re alone :’)

****The first time you heard it, it was when you barely knew him.Muriel had been silently accompanying you and Asra across the misty green forest, silent but for the steady graze of his boots on moist soil. Asra was a few feet ahead, kneeling by the roots of a tree, picking up mushrooms, Muriel standing behind you like a tall, tall shadow, and even though you had your back turned to him, you could feel the discomfort rolling off of him in waves, still not used to your presence.You’d tried to initiate a conversation with him more than a few times, but each time you were met with resistance, your words futile as he responded with as few words as possible. Eventually you stopped, tried to be content in the silence, save for the infrequent sound of wood critters rustling about.And yet, as soon as you got used to the silence, a soft hum echoed behind you, the voice small yet oh so soothing, the lyrics, the language itself unknown yet so familiar.

You tried to be as discreet as possible when turning around, and for a moment, you saw it-Muriel, his lips pursed, eyes shut, a gentle tune escaping his lips. You doubt he was aware he was even singing out loud-probably a habit of his from all the time he spent alone that it seeped through unconsciously. 

The moment he felt your gaze on him he stopped, his face like an animal almost walking into a trap. 

You turned back ahead, unable to hide the smile on your face, the heat on your cheeks, the thumping of your heart.

‘Adorable’, you thought, praying to the gods above that you didn’t stumble and say that out loud.

****

Getting to know him better, easing into his heart, and then some-getting to kiss him, to brush your hands through his hair, you found out Muriel loves music-a lot.

Would he ever admit it out loud? Of course not.

Would he ever sing for you? Maybe...in your dreams.

But you’d catch him, soft moments where he’d hum to himself, when carving wood, when laying by the fire with Inanna, sometimes you’d even see him in the chicken shed, humming a tune to the flock surrounding him like their chicken bard.

“You should do that more”, you said once, cuddled up besides him in front of the dimming fire.

He cocked his head in response, shifting his shoulder that you layed your head on.

“Humming, singing-I see you doing it sometimes and...it’s nice”, you shrugged, looking down to your intertwined fingers, “I love listening to the sound of your voice. It’s comforting.”

He stayed silent for the longest of times, and you refused to turn your head to look up to him, afraid of the expression that’d await you. Even Inanna seemed to hold her breath, her tail shifting as she laid on the bed.

“I-” Muriel started, his fingers clenching your palm, “I can. If you...if you love it so much.”

You looked to him at that, eyes hopeful, delighted by the furious red of his face, the small scrunching of his nose, his everlasting tell-tale of embarassement.

“I do! I love it. And I love you!” you blabbered, the joy in your heart a brilliant gold, spilling from your lips, seeping through to him in the way you jumped up and wrapped your hands across his back, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

He simply hummed in response, a small agreeing sound and well-that’s all the confirmation you needed. 

No one ever said love had to be expressed in words.

I saw this post by the incredibly talented @abbeysnail and was immediately moved to write something nsfw and instead I ended up having a ton of Feelings about Muriel’s scars. 

1899 words, slight nsfw but nothing graphic.

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It was raining, and he had been gone a long time. I started to get anxious, sitting alone in his hut waiting for him to get back. All I could think about is wanting to curl up against his side while we wait out the storm together. I opened the door and peek out to try and find him, growing increasingly worried, but Inanna was strangely calm. 

“You okay Inanna?” She nuzzled my hand and, with a whuff, laid down by the fire again. I still was uneasy about how long Muriel had been gone, so I decided to go out and try to find him. I didn’t think I would be of much use against any malintentions of creatures in the forest, but I had to try. I put on my coat and stepped out into the forest, taking care to seal the door’s protections behind me.

I walked in circles around the hut for a short while, and, coming up with no sign of him, decided to use another trick up my sleeve. I picked up the little sachet of myrrh that Muriel gave me the first time I remember meeting him, and cast a small locator spell. I felt the familiar invisible string tugging on my wrist and followed it deeper into the forest. As I was walking, I noticed a small stream nearby. I recognized this stream at least, it was where Muriel said I could come to wash my cloak if I needed. I knew that it was fairly shallow except up by the bend. I wondered what Muriel would be doing by the stream if it was already raining. The rain was, itself, unrelenting and cold. Even through my coat, I was freezing. I just wanted to find Muriel and hurry back to the hut. 

Ok, so we’ve all seen the big-dick Muriel headcanon, but what about small-dick Muriel? (My headcanons started to turn into a mini drabble at one point but whatever y’all, the words flowed and I typed, and I hope y’all enjoy.)

Muriel has a pretty average sized dick, but compared to his giant stature of 6′10″, his cock may seem small compared to the rest of his body.

Lots of people crack jokes or make insinuatory comments about how his dick must match the rest of him, hulking and huge. He’s gotten these jokes a lot in his life, and he’s a bit insecure about it, especially knowing that they’re wrong, and that’s all they seem to value him by.

One day, Muriel and MC are out in the marketplace, buying food for dinner, and a few of their favorite grocer’s customers start making lewd comments at/about Muriel within his and MC’s hearing range. 

Muriel is totally not comfy with these comments, and MC can tell instantly from looking at him that he’s even more upset than normal with having to be around people, and MC figures that it’s from the obnoxiously rude comments the other people are making about their lover’s sexual organs.

MC is furious (rightly so), and calls the other people out on their shit and tells them to leave Muriel alone about his dick, because no matter what size it is, it’s none of their business anyway, and regardless of what size it is, MC adores Muriel, and will not tolerate anyone making him uncomfortable, and MC will fucking fight anyone who hurts Muriel.

Later, when Muriel and MC get home, Muriel is unusually quiet, and MC checks in on him: “Hey, that was a really gross situation for them to put you in, are you okay?” 

Muriel shrugs and sighs, his shoulders shaking subtly. “I’m fine, it’s just...”

MC wraps their arms around him, hugging him tightly to ease his anxiety. “They got to you, I know. Listen to me, they don’t know what they’re talking about. You’re perfect as you are, and I love you, no matter what.”

This of course leads to MC leading Muriel to the bed, sitting him down and comforting him with hugs and cuddles, then laying him down and kissing him all over, from his face, to his chest, to his stomach, to his thighs, and back up again to his pelvis, smiling adoringly at him all the while.

Muriel is a little shocked when MC wraps their lips around the head of his cock, their eyes glimmering as they look up at him. “MC, what are you-?”

MC pulls away and smiles, gently shushing him and placing a kiss on his inner thigh. “I’m going to show you just how little size matters, darling. My love for you is about so much more than that, you know.”

Muriel is super blushy as MC goes down on him again, slowly and smoothly taking him as deep into their throat as they can, just going to town enjoying making Muriel feel good. It just feels so good, and Muriel isn’t super good at expressing how MC is making him feel verbally, so he settles for soft, sweet groans and growls as he places his hands loosely on their shoulders to guide them.

Muriel loves a good deepthroating, so he’s a fairly happy man right now.

MC is just enjoying themself, having fun watching Muriel’s face contort in pleasure as he moans for them. 

Muriel comes quick and hard for MC, squeezing their shoulders firmly as the pleasure overwhelms him, a strangled “- love you-” cascading from his lips.

MC smiles and climbs up onto the bed next to Muriel and curls up beside him, their head resting on his chest. “I love you too, darling. Do you need anything?”