Muriel the arcana fan fiction

The Fight

*Y/n's Pov*

Me and Muriel were having another arguement again. Last time we argued it didn't last long and it wasn't that big. But today was different, Muriel had gone out earlier today and had said he would be visiting an old friend which I thought was suspicious enough but I let it slide. He had been gone the whole day and he even left Inanna with me which he doesn't normally do.

The arguement started when Muriel came in late barging through the door and sitting at our wooden table.

"What's for dinner?" He asked slightly unamused and out of character even for him.

Upon further inspection I noticed that he had quite a large red stain on his cheek and he smelt a bit differently, he smelt like flower perfume... a woman's perfume.

" So Muriel..." I begin while taking a sip of my hot drink I made, " What's that on your cheek? You smell differently too." I say giving him a cold glance.

He somewhat freezes for a few seconds until he replies " None of your buisness"

He tried to stand up and walk away but I quickly stood in front of him, pushing back his shoulder slightly only making him more annoyed.

"What's your problem Muriel!?" I question in a slightly angry tone.

" I said it's nothing!"

He shouts loosing his patience, and forgeting his strength and our height difference he pushes me back hard. Slamming me against the furthest wall away in the room.

I yelped, screamed and wailed at the sudden pain inflicted on my back, head and lower body and the tears wouldn't stop flying out of my eyes. I tried to get up but I couldn't, the pain was too much... Little did I know it was stressing Muriel out even more.

He almost flew at me crying and holding me in his big arms yet he was barely touching me... He was shaking all over and spitting out apologies while the tears only came out of him stronger and faster. I tried to reach up to him but my arms wouldn't move... I was paralized and I even felt my face stiffen as my eyes stopped producing tears. I started feeling sick of the lack of control of my body and the weeping Muriel holding my motionless body in his arms and suddenly...

Everything went black.

"Y/n"... *sniff* "Y/n dont go" Even Muriels voice was slowly fading into nothingness.

*A long time passed and you have woken from a coma *

I don't know how long i've been out for but it feels like an extremely long time. Iflutter my eyes open and feel a very heavy weight on my chest. Once I become more aware of my surroundings I notice I'm on a slim, fluffy bed with flowers on, out of confusion I look back down and see something I wasnt ready for. It was Muriel, draped over my body almost protecting it while his head laid on my heart... he's listening to it. The more I look at him I see the tears on his face and the stained tears still down his face. Still unclear on why I'm here I just watch Muriel for a while, sleeping almost peacefully and every so often he would reajust his hug and nuzzle further into my shoulder.

It was almost like a magnet was pulling me, making my hand connect with that hair on his head and slowly stroke him, lighly and carefully I continue as I wipe his face of tears and pull the covers further up us. I must of pulled the too hard as I hear a whimpery grumble from Muriel as he slowly opens his eyes and looks at me with my eyes open and my hand stroking his head. I watch as his lip slowly twitches as he begins sobbig and taking me fully in his grasp.

"W-what happened Muri...? I don't remember anything" I ask still strugling to speak and combing his hair off his veiw of me and behind his hears.

He suddenly whimper and just says " It was all a big missunderstanding!" he says saying it loud enough to hear even though he has buried his face in blankets and on my chest again.

When I become more allert he tells me the whole story about how 2 years ago he met his real mother... she came to see him and only called him a monster, which explains the weird scent he had on him. And the stain on his cheek was from when she slapped him and caused a smudged mark on his cheek and that was while he stormed in so annoyed and upset and was so close to his limits which was unfortunatley taken out on you.

Muriel is still very emotionally fragile and if I say the slightest thing to complain about he will get up, fit it and come to cuddle again and get his head stroked because he now really likes it and wont go a day without it.

Of course I forgave him and even though im very sore and have lots of aches he is like my big guard dog... that just so happens to like the attention and the praise in affection. I love my emotional goof even though he's still very nervous while touching me.

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