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daistea · 5 months ago

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Could you do a suggestive mithrun x tallman reader fic where the reader somehow managed to become friends with mithrun and they ask if they can touch his ears out of curiosity (I just like the idea of elf ears being sensitive)

Ya! This one was fun 💕 thanks for the prompt!

1800 words

Mithrun x Tall-man Reader

no tws except for smoochin and a suggestive tone

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You had a measure of decorum. Not much, though. A teaspoon, maybe. A teaspoon of decorum. Yet, that still existing decorum nearly stopped you from doing what you currently wanted the most:

To touch an elf’s ear.

Pattadol said no. Fleki laughed at you and said ‘keep dreaming’ as if you’d just hit on her. Lycion became a bit flirty in a way that threatened you. Cithis also said no. Otta… also said no, out of loyalty to her current partner. Otta’s response made you wonder what the implications of ear touching were to elves. Was it intimate? Was it embarrassing for them? Was it considered rude if you didn��t know the person well, like how using a half-foot’s first name was considered rude for strangers? That teaspoon of decorum caused you to hesitate.

Mithrun, though, wouldn’t care. Mithrun hardly cared about anything. And you were friends, sort of. He didn’t outright call you his friend, but that was fine, you could live with that. He put up with you. That was fine. Fine.

You knocked on the door of the little apartment above the noodle shop. Mithrun’s monotone, though muffled, voice told you to come inside. You found Mithrun on the floor, on his knees and hunched over the baseboards. He wielded a toothbrush like a dagger as he scrubbed at the nonexistent dust, and only spared you a glance, but said no greeting.

It wasn’t the first time you’d seen Mithrun clean like that. It was yet another habit Milsiril had instilled in him during rehabilitation, though you had a theory that Milsiril only taught him to clean so ardently because she thought it would come in handy for hiding murder evidence.

Mithrun’s home was simple. It was near empty aside from the most basic furniture. Yourself, Kabru, and several of the Canaries had given him little decorations. The pillows on the couch with the badly embroidered cows on them were from Otta. The simple, thick white curtains were from Pattadol. The painting of Mithrun’s assist dog dressed in royal garb was from Lycion. And most of the utensils in the kitchen were from you, given to him after you saw him attempt to eat spaghetti with a spoon— he knew better, but couldn’t be bothered to buy proper utensils.

As you took a moment to watch Mithrun scrub, your mind began to wander. Was this truly worth it? You’d only recently read about how soft elf ears were, yet you hadn’t been able to get the thought out of your mind. And they were so cute, too, with how they drooped and perked up. You’d even seen Mithrun’s ears droop when he pulled his hair back. It wasn’t as pronounced as other elves’ but no less endearing.

“What do you need?” Mithrun’s voice yanked you from your mind. It was as if he’d grabbed your shirt and pulled you forward, making you stumble for words.

It would be easiest to just blurt it out. He wouldn’t be offended. He might give you the look, but it wouldn’t bother him, surely. Yet, it was as if you’d hit a mental wall. What seemed like such a simple request ended up stuck in your throat, refusing to climb.

Mithrun sat back on his haunches and raised his head to look at you. He rested his forearms on his knees, toothbrush dangling from his fingers. His hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and there were his ears.

You knew that look. He was expecting something. And he would stare in silence until you blurted it out.

“I want something,” you finally said.

“I already asked what you wanted,” Mithrun reminded, monotone.

“Technically, you asked what I needed, and this isn’t really a need. I mean, it feels like a need, but it’s really not. I can live without it. However, I would like it. It would please me.”

Mithrun didn’t miss a beat, “And you know how much I wish to please you.”

“Okay, smartass, tone it down,” you put up a hand, shooting him a glare, “I’m really nervous, so don’t make this harder for me.”

“I wasn’t kidding.”

“No, you were being sarcastic.”

“I wasn’t being sarcastic.”

“You’re just trying to make me squirm,” you accused, “you’ve become a sadist after regaining your desires, huh? You like watching me struggle?”

Mithrun only slightly raised a brow, “A bit. But use your ears, I wasn’t being sardonic.”

Your heart skipped a beat and you couldn’t help but pause. “...I’m going to think about the implications of that statement at a later date. For now, on the subject of ears, I have a request.”

He finally stood, brushing past you to deposit the cleaning brush into the sink and washing his hands in a water basin. After drying them, he went to pull the rubber band from his hair, but you made a panicked squeak at the sight, which gave him pause.

“Don’t,” you pleaded as he looked at you blankly, “keep your hair up.”

If Mithrun was confused by the request, he gave no hint. He kept his hair up, though, as he strode through the little apartment and sat on the couch, gesturing for you to join him. You’d done this a hundred times before, sitting next to him in comfortable silence as you both focused on your own things— Cithis called it ‘parallel play’ as if you were kids on a playdate. You’d spent hours on this couch, resting an arm over the back of it as you curled your feet up and talked. Mithrun would usually cross his arms and fold one leg over the other, staring at the wall as if he were ignoring you. He wasn’t, he never did— sometimes he did, but you forgave him.

You took a deep breath as you plopped down beside him gracelessly, your nerves taking over your joints and rendering you a clumsy mess. You weren’t sure why you were so nervous, though, it wasn’t as if this was a big request. It would only last a few seconds, and you’d have your curiosity sated. If Mithrun didn’t want you to touch his ears, he would simply tell you, and you’d both move on with your lives.

Yet, Otta’s earlier answer rang in your mind. She wouldn’t let you touch her ears ‘out of loyalty.’ What did that mean?

It was yet another statement that you’d have to consider at a later time. For the moment, you tried your best to get comfortable as the request rose in your chest. It was undeniable.

The words broke through the dam and flooded your mouth. “I would like to touch your ears, please.”

You watched as Mithrun stiffened. His good eye widened for half a second before he schooled his expression. He didn’t look at you, gaze glued to the wall, but the slight raise of his brows betrayed his surprise. Surprise. Why was he surprised? Was ear touching offensive in elven culture? Mithrun didn’t even acknowledge elven culture most of the time.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he looked at you. Your heart clenched and it felt as if someone had punched both your lungs, but you managed a smile. You knew you looked stupid, shoulders slumped and eyes wide and smile shaken. But he didn’t look at you like you were stupid, he looked at you like you’d just spoken gibberish.

“You want to feel my ears?” He asked.

You nodded, “Yeah, I like soft things, and they look pretty soft. I asked the other Canaries first and they all said no.”

Mithrun cracked a little smile. It was barely there, but you could feel the amusement coming off him in waves. “Of course they would all say no. They know better.”

You weren’t sure what that meant, but he’d yet to give you a straight answer. “Whatever. Can I please just feel them, at least a little? Then I’ll never ask you for anything again.” (That was a lie and you both knew it.)

Nonetheless, Mithrun’s gaze flickered around the room. It didn’t look like he was scanning anything in particular, but rather letting the thought absorb. Once he returned to you, he slowly nodded, “I doubt I have any nerve endings left, so it’s fine.”

Nerve endings? It didn’t matter, you were so close to your goal. Some called you single minded, you preferred the description of ‘determined.’

Slowly, you raised a hand. The moment felt monumental. The air was thick with anticipation that set you on edge, raising the little hairs on your arms. You let out an exhale as if to prepare yourself, then gently brushed your fingers on the soft skin of his cut ears.

You traced the jagged tip. Then the lobe. Then the back. Mithrun leaned into your touch and his eyes threatened to flutter shut, but he managed to send you a look, “Don’t look so excited.”

“Yes, sir,” you answered immediately as you tried to school your expression.

He let his guard down, his eyes shutting as he exhaled slowly. There was a hint of gravel in that exhale that sparked a fire in your lower abdomen.

You should probably stop.

“There are definitely nerve endings left,” he murmured.

You gently took his other ear and began rubbing the tip.

Mithrun lowered his head a little, brows furrowing and lips forming a frustrated frown. He leaned in. Only when you looked down did you notice how tightly he gripped his pants. His knuckles were turning white. The sight just made you want to press a little harder…

Wait.

If you’re getting hot, and if Mithrun is breathing that heavily, then—

Otta’s words made sense. Lycion’s flirting made sense. Elf ears are erogenous zones.

You’d asked every Canary if you could basically touch their privates.

More horrifyingly, you’d asked Mithrun if you could touch his—

It felt as if your face was on fire. You tensed, slowly pulling back, but Mithrun’s hands went to your cheeks before you could react. And his lips were on yours. Eager. Hungry. That spark in your abdomen flared and spread and suddenly you were a bonfire. He held your face a bit roughly, and the kiss was desperate. You should probably kiss back, you thought.

You let yourself melt into the feeling, but kept your fingers on his ears, gently massaging the soft skin. He let out a gasp between kisses before diving back in. His chest pressed against yours and you took the hint to lean back on the couch so he could slip between your legs and consume you entirely.

The mortification concerning the fact that you’d unknowingly sexually harassed all your friends was temporarily set aside. At the moment, all you knew was Mithrun, and this new power over him that your curiosity had bestowed upon you.

You will, most likely, use it for evil.

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#mithrun #asks #dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #mithrun of the house of kerensil #mithrun x reader #dunmeshi #dungeon meshi x reader #reader insert #x reader #my writing

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catchingdaydreams · 5 months ago

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Beach Day!🏖️

Mithrun x Gardener Reader

Part 1 here to make sense of some stuff

Word count: idk 2000 ish.

Begrudgingly the summers heat over the island became too burdensome to work along your orchids for the past couple of days. It was particularly a good season too for your plum trees but this blistering heat made up unable to harvest at this time. Furthermore, you were more afraid of your friend and helper, Mithrun of passing out from heatstroke....again. And you really didn't want to spend the hot summer afternoon playing hide and seek, looking for him among the many acres that were bestowed onto you.

Staying indoors wasn't very productive either. The times that you don't work, you spend having tea with Mithrun in your green house. He had picked up a bit of a bad habit from trying to slowly regain his desires again. See he became very picky, stubborn even , noting that he only would rest and have tea in the same spot. Before you got well accustomed to him, you immediately chased him out with your broom when you first invited him into your home only for him to call it as quote " a poor shack that even the rats won't nest in". At the moment he still won't even step inside your home, despite your friendship blooming. The last mention of it, he made a puzzlingly looking expression. For a brief second you saw his ears twitch from his hair, catching flushed redness. But that could have been just your imagination.

Nevertheless the green house was out of the question, for it was way too hot to endure as well. As you were thinking of a way you would be spending your time with Mithrun today and an excellent idea popped into your head.

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"The beach?" Mithrun mimicked, confused at your sudden suggestion. "Yeah! Why not. It's too hot to do anything today and I thought, what's something I haven't done in a long time and can escape this awful weather by doing it". Mithrun hummed, looking in deep thought. One might think by looking at him that he seemed completely uninterested. But you knew him long enough to at least pick up a few signs. There was curiosity in his eyes for the most part but hesitation pooled in.

" I don't think Cithis would agree with this. I'm not allowed to go near large bodies of water". Mithrun stated. There were many things he still wasn't allowed to do on his own anymore, not since the time he became a lord of the dungeon. Most rules he followed were for his health, both mentally and physically. Pattadol even bestowed you the rights to cut his hair. You thought it was strange at first until she quickly filled in on his situation and his not so past history with sharp objects. The elves method that cutting others hair was a sacred thing among family and close friends, that I should feel honored to do it. In reality you only do it as Mithrun had stopped anyone else from touching his hair , proclaiming that you did a better job at evening it.

In the moment you laughed at his response.

You found his statement kinda ironic too as he didn't care at all what the Canaries thought now, especially when he was wandering off to see you while they had no clue where he was. Your laughter was interrupted as he spoke again.

"I cannot swim either" he stated, this time a bit meekly, almost embarrassed. " Not with the ocean's current." You understood what he meant. His body was still too weak for physical endurance. That's why he uses magic most of the time for travelling to see you.

"that's fine, you should be alright if you just stick to the shallows. And even if you get swept away I can come rescue you!" You reassured Mithrun, grabbing his hand and giving a light squeeze.

"so you be my knight in shining armor then?" Mithrun says his usual monotone voice, but smiles.

"mmm probably not the shining armor part, I think I'll just sink to the ocean floor before reaching you" You joke, acting it out dramatically, pulling Mithrun down with you ever so slightly as you kept holding his hand.

He smile grows.

"Maybe a siren would be more befitting with you, y/n. Considering your dragging me down with you already. How monstrous." You just gently shove him at his response.

You quickly collect yourself and make way into your home, gathering up all the necessary equipment before coming back out. Interlocking your arms with his you say your ready to teleport there. And in a flash your gone.

....

"um Mithrun?"

"mmm?"

"this isn't the beach"

Looking around, Mithrun quickly took in that in fact this was not a beach but at the entrance of a dungeon.

"Oh, yeah I don't think this is the beach"

...

.......

"Mithan, the beach this time".

"Okey"

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Several teleports later the two of you eventually find yourself along a secluded beach. You stretch as you take in the sea air. Already the coolness of the oceans breeze was doing wonders for you.

You sigh as you plob down your towels in the nearest shade. You pat a spot for Mithrun to sit and he follows instantly. From your supplies you carried along a picnic basket.

"thought we might eat first before we go for a swim. It's not what we usually have, but this is more fitting for this setting" you say as you take out various fruits and cheese you got from the market, alongside some cracker's and bread.

Mithrun ponders over the options before noticing something was missing. "No tea?" His ears dropped as he could not find is favorite lemon tea packed along with everything else.

You snort. "Oh Mithrun, that's something a bit hard for me to make. I know you can make the water boil with your magic and such but I wanted you to try something else. You'll be the first one to taste it too.

That seems to cheer him up a bit. More curious if anything.

Reaching into the basket you pull out a small flask and two shot glasses. Pouring the clear liquid in both you hand it to Mithrun. He inspects before taking a small sip. Instantly he gags at the strong flavor, quickly picking up a few sliced apples to get rid of the taste.

"mmm might be too strong" you ponder, taking the shot in one go like it was nothing to you.

"Wha-what that?"Mithrun rasps.

"oh! It's Pálinka, it's an alcoholic drink made from some of the plums I was able to harvest. Thought you might like it but maybe a cherry base would have been better for you considering you like sour stuff more. Mmm sorry ."

"no, no it's.....nice" He lies, he couldn't even hide the disgusted look on his face.

"welp more for me", you take the shot glass from him and down the hatch it went.

"I can handle alcohol". He says.

"I'm sure you can". You don't fully believe him, certainly not after that reaction.

In the corner of your eye, you see Mithrun quickly tries to grab the flask out of your hands but you are faster. "You don't need to prove yourself, Mith, it's an acquired taste that not many tall man ourselves like." You say placing the beverage back into the basket. He just grumbles in response, nibbling on the crispy apples.

"Besides we came for the beach not to get drunk". You say picking on some fruits before getting up and taking your top off, reviling swimwear undergarments. As you were about to take your pants off you heard a Mithrun breath heavy, as if he was holding on to it before. You didn't bother to glace over as you were too preoccupied folding your clothes.

"what?"

"nothing..." He quickly responds. It was in fact not nothing. He was lucky for you not to see his flushed shocked face as you stripped in front of him. He just managed to control his emotions in time as you turned around to place your clothes in the basket.

You just hummed at his response You didn't want to pressure him further on the matter. Besides you had other things to do Such as swimming.

You raced into the water, giggled at the relief it gave you from the summers heat. It was bliss. You call out to Mithrun stating the waters fine and to hop in with you.

He slowly gets up and trots to the waters edge. You know the whole beach thing was at the spare of the moment so Mithrun didn't have swim shorts with him so his pants would have to do. But as he entered the water you were quite puzzled as to why he didn't remove his long sleeved shirt.

"you're not taking your shirt off? It would be heavy to swim in it". The odds of him actually having trouble swimming would become higher if he kept it on. You went too fond of actually trying to save a drowning elf anytime soon.

Mithrun stopped, looking at you before quickly avoiding your gaze. A flash of emotion took his eyes. Pain, disgust and shame washed over.

"Im- you won't like it" he says, barely able to hear it.

"like what?" You say confused.

....

It took a few seconds before he spoke. As if unable to properly find the right words for what he was going to say next.

"My body. Isn't it right" it's a crit and vile tone as he spoke about himself.

You were still confused but concerned about how Mithrun was reacting. He took a glance at you and signed. He knew he didn't have to show it to you but he felt like he had no choice. Just let you see him and then you wouldn't bring it up again. You would be too disgusted anyway. He got over it and pulled his top partial up.

"Mith...."

You didn't know what to expect. His stomach was adorned with warped skin that twists and pulls looking like it never truly healed properly. His lanky and frail form was littered in scar, some thick and asymmetrical, some thin, some repeated over and over in the same spot. It made your heart drop. Not how it looked but how awful Mithrun must feel.

Your lack of silence stung even more for Mithrun. He wanted to leave right then and there but was too frozen. He didn't even hear your voice call out to him. He was in a haze, about to shut down until you cupped his cheek, making him properly look at you. His glassy eye bore in shock as he looked directly in yours, searching for disgusted in any way shape or form. But there was none.

"You can keep your top on if you want to , if that's what makes you feel comfortable. But I just want to let you know I'm not disgusted nor I would look down on you for it. Never ever. You're still my friend Mithrun and Im here for you. All your scars, it shows you are a survivor, so strong and determined to continue on despite dealing the bad hand.... Oh I'm not good with these types of things when it comes to words but I hope that helps-ah!"

Mithrun pulls you into a tightly hug. He nests his face in on your shoulder, a feeling of dampness is on your skin. Your hands reach out to rub his back, soothing him as his cries in front of you for the first time. You let him continue letting it out, until cries become sniffles.

"...Thank you" he says meekly, still holding onto you with the same force, as if scared that you would disappear if he let's go.

"Do you still want to swim with me ?"

He just nods into your shoulder.

You're the one that breaks the hug but your hands move to his own and intertwine them as you guide him into the deeper water.

"wait". He says and you pause. He let go of your hand for a quick sec, to take off his top completely, chucking onto the sand. You smile as he grabs it again giving it a squeeze to confirm to continue.

The two of you spend most of your time in the water, cooling off and not drowning. As pleasant as it was you wanted to do other beach style activities with Mithrun. He in fact cannot build a sand castle. He was being too much of a perfectionist and would redo his castle again and again. It didn't help that the tide was coming in a swept away at one less imperfect castle he made. Shortly after you decided to look for seashells before arriving back on your towels and finishing whatever food was left.

Both of you lay down on the towel, taking in the warmth. Neither of you said a word to each other but there was no need to. Everything felt content. It was a pleasant day, you felt, spending it with your friend made you all the more content. And as you both further basked, the greater ease of sleep fell onto both of you till eventually you're snoozing together on this summer afternoon. Truly peaceful as if nothing could go wrong.....

You both got sunburnt.

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Phfft

"Oh my God, you look like a tomato!!" Fleki cackles as she slams her hands on the table, unable to control her fits of laughter as all the Canaries witness a very sunburnt Mithrun. She tired poking at his red skin but Pattadol swatted their hand away.

"Mmmm? He's not completely red though look there I think there are hand prints on his hips. Oh Mithrun you're not leaving much to the imagination are you. Quite Naughty~" Lycion giggled.

Mithrun shot him a glare.

"Well I think he's learnt his lesson. Next time please apply sunscreen." Pattadol stated as she applied aloa over his burnt back.

"I'm surprised he even took his shirt off, wasn't you with y/n? Usually you kick such a fuss about exposing your body even hiding your injuries from us. This is an odd change indeed" Otta says puzzled.

In the mist of all the chatting Mithrun turns his gaze to the only elf in the room who hasn't made some jab or snark comment about his appearance. Cithis smiles warmly at Mithrun, a sort of fondness like a mother has for a child. Deep down she knows something about Mithrun that he doesn't quite know himself yet.

"Did you have a fun day at the Beach, Mithrun?" She asks softly.

The group stops talking, all eyes are on him.

Mithrun ponders in deep thought. Recalling the events that took place today. The elves were shocked to see a cheshire cat like smile was plastered on his face as he gazed fondly into nothingness.

"Yeah, I think-no.... I know I did".

[Thanks for reading!]

This fic was just made up on the spot and was originally supposed to be a funny crack fic about Mithrun getting in all sorts of trouble at the beach in a comedic way. But as I kept writing I was like damn it's definitely not a crack fic. Anyway I am really happy with how this turned out.

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doumekiss · 7 months ago

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Calling all my fellow Dungeon Meshi fans!

So I’m trying to get back to writing more oneshots (for the last month I mostly just been translating my old stuff to english) and so I decided to do an A to Z challenge for Dungeon Meshi fanfics. What I want you guys to do is to send me a one word prompt + a ship in the notes.

My main ships are labru and farcille, but I also like laishuro, kikimari, kabumisu, chilshi, cithadol, mithmil, izutade and am also interested in writing gen for any platonic dynamics :D

Also if you guys want to check out the other stuff I've written for this fandom in the past you can see it here

A - Alcohol (Chilchuck/Senshi)

B - Breasts (Cithis/Pattadol)

C - Cicadas (Laios/Shuro)

D - Dance (Mithrun/Milsiril, Laios/Kabru)

E - Esteem (Kuro and Mickbell + Chilchuck)

F - Flavor (Marcille/Falin)

G -

H - Heartache (Marcille/Falin)

I - Intentions (Laios/Kabru, Marcille/Falin)

J -

K - Keeper (Mithrun's Brother and Mithrun)

L - Lamia (Laios/Kabru + Mithrun)

M - Motherhood (Milsiril and Kabru)

N -

O - Offspring (Laios/Kabru)

P - Poison (Cithis/Pattadol)

Q -

R - Ramen Noodles (Milsiril and Mithrun)

S - Succubi (Laios/Kabru, Kabru and Mithrun)

T - Taste Testing (Kabru and Mithrun, Mithrun/Milsiril)

U - Unrequited (Kabru and Rin)

V -

W - White Day (Laios/Kabru)

X - Xerochrysum (Marcille/Falin)

Y -

Z -

#dungeon meshi #labru #farcille #laishuro #kikimari #kabumisu #send me prompts #cithadol #mithmil #chilshi

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fumifooms · 24 days ago

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Mind if I ramble at you for a bit.

So I read both of your Marcille/canary rarepairs and the Fleki one inspired me to share a one-shot idea I had a while ago (that I am never going to write). Anyways the idea behind this is that it happens in an AU, where Canaries recruited (arrested) Marcille at some point in the timeline (maybe during her brief stint as Dugeon Lord).

Anyways in the one-shot Marcille would have a mental breakdown, when she realizes that her sentence is longer then most of her friends´ remaining lifespan and she will likely not meet them in person again (not to mention the irony in the fact that her effort to prolong the time she has with her friends she lost the chance to the time they have, Marcille will be avare of) and Fleki ends up comforting her.

I also consider a second part, where Marcille "repays the favor" when Fleki has a bad trip.

I didn´t ship Marcille/Fleki before your post, so the original idea was gen, but it could work as shipping fic as well.

I also consider some other one-shots in this AU (which I decided to call Jailbird AU), like Marcille managing to peacfully resolve a conflict between the Canaries and some people living in a dungeon (maybe goblins since they didn´t appear in the manga/anime), or her interacting with Mithrun (maybe she could make him a soup after they end up stuck in a dungeon together and run out of food), since as you pointed out those two have a nice potential dynamic (platonic or romantic).

Also Falin and rest of the party would definitivelly mount a Marcille rescue operation, which would make for a nice inversion their situation at the begining of the canon.

Makes me wonder how well would Marcille get along with the other members of the unit and what their interactions would be like.

The way the canaries are is that there are two prisoners for one warden right, but Marcille could be assigned as a temporary third charge… 🤔 Especially since the canaries are understaffed, probably under Mithrun and not Pattadol then because Mithrun is much more high ranked and experienced than Pattadol. As a past dungeon lord she’d be considered higher threat I imagine, but she’s capable so like Mithrun after his dungeon stint they’d really want to recruit her. This mithrille fanartist makes some canary!Marcille AU art like this one that I find super fun to think about… Yeah they’re right Mithrun would treat newbie recruit Marcille like that (carelessly and ruthlessly) pfft, since canaries assigned to Mithrun used to die a lot regularly before things stabilized with the current group I like to think of wether or not they expected Marcille to die soon and if they’re fine with that. Not like Mithrun would hesitate to strike her down if she stepped out of line— but she seems to get along with Pattadol so that could give them some hope, so either way, stamp of approval.

Wether Marcille would get along with each canaries or not imo:

Pattadol: Yes. Pattadol’s soft on Marcille, she thinks she’s sooo sensible and smart and thinks her dunlord thing was just an unfortunate turn of fate that she’s already forgiven for. They chat a lot, each other’s favorite coworker. If it wasn’t for Mithrun being the top leader I feel like Marcille could sometimes get carried away and take over with leadership of the group tbh gdvgd, and Pattadol may or may not notice she’d doing it and let her. Marcille gradually climbs up the canary ranks au? Would be fun

Fleki: I def think she’d be the one both poking fun at Marcille, about how she’s new to everything in the canaries and how dramatic she can act, and the one to lighten up the mood and be friendly because she’s open and casual like that and the one to tell her to relax. Their relationship could be a little tense especially with how judgy and critical Marcille can be, and how singeing and uncaring Fleki can be. Marcille’s "you didn’t do this for friendship because it’s the right thing to do?! How heartless!". But especially with time and familiarity they’d grow closer and Mariclle would be sad Fleki keeps people at an emotional distance and Fleki doesn’t let her in more- "Fleki may seem rude and crass and lowbrow and a rotten egg and- but she’s a good egg if you take the time to crack her up a bit… She’s my rotten egg… I prommy…" Also her overbearing mom friend tendencies would kick in and she’d want to get Fleki to be healthier. Lycion-Marcille "spend less time high and be with us we love you" alliance pt 2. Ty for coming to my ted talk. Imagine Fleki climbling Marcille like she did w Otta in that one beach page. Dramatic duo <3 Anyways so yes they’ll often banter and chat and have disagreements and sometimes bad synergy but ultimately they trust each other’s judgement and work well together—

Lycion: ehhhhhhh. Lycion’s easy to get along with but equally distant, and more judgy than he appears, and I don’t think Marcille would try to get closer, if not just in curiosity to figure him out. Their dynamic would fall flat a lot imo. But I do think he’d also poke fun at her idealistic gullible nature kinda like with Pattadol, would find it fun to string her along with tall tales and push her around in these small jokey ways, especially if she acts holier-than-thou even at this point in her life (bc I do think he’d tend to have more patience and empathy for a fellow inmate). Don’t ship it don’t ship it don’t ship it Fumi Marcille falling for a mysterious werewolf help Marcille you cannot "you should love yourself and your body ✨✨" him out of this

Cithis: No, but Cithis might like to mess with her. I think Cithis would find her too loud though. Too dramatic too talkative too bumbly too annoying— Chilchuck does always call Marcille clumsy so there’s that. Cithis hates rich people and Marcille like Pattadol does give that vibe, and unlike Pattadol Marcille’s not her superior so I think she’d show more cold disinterest than mean playfulness bc there’s little power dynamic to play with and dunk on there. Pattadol playing favoritism with Marcille would def fan some flames though. Cithis would find out Marcille’s not so bad and untolerable over time but there’ll always be some cold rivalry vibes crackling I feel, maybe Cithis takes pity on her and takes her under her wing somewhat at one point. Eh. I think Marcille would get the vibe to steer clear of her esp with Pattadol’s warnings about her, think of her kinda like how she treated Toshiro or Namari after she left, but also……. À la Chilchuck the harder someone tries to be closed off and mysterious the harder she wants to befriend them and learn everything about them.

Otta: Decently yes! The inmate she gets along best after/alongside Fleki. She’s sociable and generally friendly though the less flashy type, she’s the most mature and tends to be quieter than the chaos duo Fleki & Lycion. Otta would also find Marcille easily overbearing I think but she’d tell it how it is and try to help her integrate. And then brag about how good of a person she is for it lowkey~ Jk haha or is she. They’d both talk seriously and joke together. Ultimately the Fleki-Lycion-Otta-Marcille quartet is a fun one to sit with at a table.

Mithrun: Both terrifying and unapproachable and the person she feels like she can talk to plainly with the most imo even if he doesn’t always respond much. She appreciates him being smart but thinks he’s reckless. His words and judgements are harsh but often something she has to grapple with and accept— Pattadol’s very kind on her (sometimes overwhelmingly so) and sort of a rookie that follows orders so Marcille has trouble talking strategy or for real for real™️ with her, and Otta’s approachable and levelheaded but well- Not necessarily the most moral or that knows what she’s speaking about. Fleki’s easy to talk to plainly with but isn’t often constructive, Lycion’d be great actually but they don’t talk like that. Mithrun? Academic and experienced and blunt and there’s no pretenses ever. Maybe Cithis would want to drop some of her Mithrun-caring duties onto her but I doubt it tbh. On ship travels she might get overwhelmed and seek some quiet in his room tbh, and he says he doesn’t care either way… she could read books in there or talk onesidedly. Idk idk idk, them……..

Marcille starting out trusting no one and vowing to keep to herself and go unnoticed for the time she has to serve, but being surrounded by so many mysterious cool people that aren’t as bad as she wwass bracing herself for…… And wanting to know everyone’s tragic backstories. Mithrun’s is pretty much common knowledge and she learns it quickly through gossip, maybe from Pattadol, either once she starts taking an interest in her coworkers or a bit before and it’s what piques her interest because before then she found him so senselessly rude & she tends to assume people are black and white at first… He might even overshare himself like he did with Kabru and she’s on the edge of her seat all the while gdbdg. Pattadol has nothing to hide or so she says so she tells Marcille all she wants to know about herself. Marcille eventually learns about Lycion I think but Fleki she has to fight tooth and nail to get anything except one liners casually dropped randomly here and there and what do you mean you have a brother?? Cithis will never let her know anything so gossip or such is her only way but tbh Marcille doesn’t dare.

OKAYYYY that was way longer than I thought but hopefully it’s some fun food for thought lol. I still think I’ve thought about Otta the least but I’ve started paying her more attention a while ago esp when I realized she’s pretty much the Chilchuck equivalent of the group. -Squints and suddenly gets a vision- Chilchuck’s a mix of Otta and Fleki………… Me liking flekille so much suddenly makes even more sense to me hm

Any and all canary Marcille AU is very fun, here I was thinking halfway between ‘she becomes a canary in a canon divergent ending where the demon isn’t defeated and Laios isn’t king’ (which would def make the Mithrun-Marcille dynamic even more interesting) and her having become a canary pre-canon someway sometime somehow. I also like AUs where Marcille went to jail post-canon in general, I have some old laimar and marchil wips with that since the manga wasn’t over then and I thought she might spend some time in prison but have an early leave because of Laios’ power and influence and good behavior hehe. Here’s one fun other canary Marcille I just stumbled upon~!

"Not to mention the irony in the fact that through her effort to prolong the time she has with her friends she lost the chance to the time they have" beautiful mwah… Jailbird AU is a banger name

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