#dunmeshi drabbles

[lexiene]

Mithrun would always rest on your chest with or without chest he would do it anyway regardless of your physique, letting his head rest at your beating heart with you letting out oof sound.

Hearing them thump and beat in rhythm it puts his mind on ease forgetting the world's existence only you and him.

[eclecticmiasma]

I kept thinking what if Chilchuck or Laios had been kidnapped by the monster! reader, how the reader saw them hurt or mistook them for chicks and saved them from being killed by another monster.. Now the reader monster is taking care of him in his nest/house, as if they were his own chicks (reader is a gentle monster who doesn't want anyone getting hurt or dying), and the reader being a sentient monster where she knows the dungeons are dangerous...

Note: the reader's appearance is similar to that of a human but with some animal characteristics, thus confusing the adventurers, who may think that she is a human cursed by the mad wizard and thus has the monster part... But the reader is a cool and conscious monster

Large brained thoughts, honestly! Perhaps reader could be the ghost of a creature that lost its young and uses shape-shifting to lure dungeoneers and other monsters to her nest as replacements? I would imagine that she would become extremely protective of her targets especially once they have been tricked into becoming one of her offspring. We don't see any examples of monsters being benevolent per se, but there is a benevolence/kindness to reader's selfish desires.

I think reader would appear very different to Laios and Chilchuck, and their reactions would be completely 180 degrees. Some slight anime spoilers ahead! SFW, canon typical violence.

Laios

Reader appears to Laios in a form that's nearly identical to her original. She has thick claws and black, wet eyes. Her teeth are sharp but framed by soft human lips and her ashen hair is silken and braided like a Northern maiden. She might have a long scaly tale and feathers on her abdomen and thighs because, due to Falin's current condition, it's a form that Laios finds subconsciously comforting.

She lures Laios while the others are asleep. A monster that he's never seen before is too intriguing to pass up- the party is safe enough where they are. Just a peak, a chance to learn-

Before he knows it, Laios is somewhere wholly unfamiliar. The thick dungeon bricks lining the walls slowly give way to moss and grass. The air is warm and smells like petrichor.

Despite a small, nagging anxiety, he presses further. The creature smiles as she leads him farther into the jungle atmosphere, a smile so sparkling and human that is makes Laios blush.

Before long, he's walked right into reader's nest. It's a cozy hovel carved into the base of a tree. Laios is delighted to find smaller monsters of all sizes in a daze, lounging around on the thatched flooring. As he steps inside, he feels a veil of calm close around him and vaguely realizes that its why the monsters aren't hostile towards each other.

Laios succumbs, at first. He lets reader take him into her arms, drag her long claws through his hair and sing a tune that numbs his mind into a pleasant mush.

Reader feeds him, gives him her milk (a high he'll never reach again until the day he dies), lays out the comfiest spot for her newest treasure and goes on her way to find the next target.

Genuinely, if Laios wasn't on a quest this would be his life for eternity. His own mother wasn't very loving, so a meld of monsters and mothers is more than a guy could ever ask for.

It could be hours, it could be days, but eventually Laios begins to remember that this isn't where he's meant to be. He sees a monster that reminds him of Falin, and all at once knows he reluctantly has to return to reality.

Once reader realizes Laios is gone, only killing her will end her crusade to get him back. While the others simply see a deranged monster, Laios sees a terrified mother desperate to drag him back to the safety of her home. Laios hesitates before killing her, too torn apart by the tears in her eyes. Marcille has to take the final blow.

Senshi and Laios briefly consider cooking the inhuman parts of reader into a sort of beef stroganoff as tribute, but Chilchuck's screeching reminder that they are not to eat humanoids leaves them to bury her instead.

Chilchuck

Is just off the heels of grumbling about being treated like a child when he spots what looks to be a small figure huddled in the darkness.

He calls out to the others but doesn't hear a response, only the soft whimpers of whoever has managed to get themselves into this state.

Chilchuck is much more on guard than Laios would ever be. He immediately assumes that it could be a trap or an illusion, so he calls to the figure from afar.

She answers, desperation coloring her tone as she sobs, relieved that someone has come across her.

"Th-they're dead, I don't know where they are but they're dead and I..."

As Chilchuck gingerly steps towards her, he realizes that what he sees is another half-foot. A small archer that's bloodied and bruised. Something about her reminds him immediately of his wife.

All logic leaves Chilchuck as he finishes approaching her, asking what's wrong and tearing off a piece of his sleeve to prepare to bandage the deepest of her wounds. When he goes to wrap the material around her forearm he stares in confusion. The wounds are gone.

He doesn't even have time to react before reader cups his small face in her. "You're lonely," She says, a matter of fact. The half-foot can't deny it, "It's time you stop doing these dangerous things. The only end for a half-foot in the dungeon is in the mouth of a monster. Let me take care of you."

Her words are like honey, her touch even moreso. Feeling the touch of a woman isn't a luxury Chilchuck had been afforded in many moons. But even in the fog of reader's touch, Chilchuck feels that something is off. Her hands are too cold, eyes too deep and dark- almost like black pools of liquid.

The sharp tips of her teeth set him off, and he knows he has to get away. She's no different than a mimic, he tells himself. Even if part of him desperately wants exactly what she has to offer.

Chilchuck mimes as if he is going to fall into her allure, cupping his hands over her own and giving her the most smitten look he can muster. All before kneeing her in the face and dashing at speeds only half-foots can muster to get away.

Reader chases him desperately, form filling the room as she wails in sorrow. "Can't you see they're using you? You're going to end up as bait. You're going to die down here, you'll never see your family again!" Chilchuck mentally bats away at each assertion even as they hook into his skin.

The others finally come running, proximity close enough to hear the commotion at last. With a few well-placed blasts and a slice to the throat via Kensuke, reader is felled and left for good. Even in death, she seems to be in mourning.

Chilchuck doesn't sleep well for weeks.

*do not post elsewhere without explicit permission. please consider reblogging, as Tumblr tends to hide darker content!

[RULES] [MASTERLISTS] [AO3] [KO-FI]

[multi-fandom-imagine]

[ blanket ] Laios Touden

Prompt used:

[ blanket ] sender notices receiver is cold, so they bring them a blanket and drape it over their shoulders

A/n: It hasn't been that long but I love him.

You were new to the group, and while you were cautious of them you were rather grateful. It's not everyday that someone would take in a Drow. It didn't matter if you looked up to Eilistraee, people just didn't care. It was the very reason to why you were alone for so long.

You didn't think that you would find a family amongst them. You knew it would take some time for them to fully gain your trust, it's not like you can just erase all the years of negative treatment done to you. Though it was one Laios Touden who at least tried, the man asking a million questions a minute about you and any monsters you've faced.

Though it was a one night that you did your best to separate yourself from the group after a rough encounter with a group of adventurers. While the others did their best to stand up for you it still hurt knowing that you were being looked down on, and you rather not let your anger get the best of you and take it out on the only ones that actually cared about you.

Biting your lip, you felt a cold chill take over your body. Your arms wrapped tightly around your knees as you rested your head against them. Though you tensed feeling something draped over your shoulders, something thick and heavy.

Turning to the source you looked up to find a smiling Laios. "You looked a little cold! I know you might not want to be bothered but I couldn't just let you freeze all by yourself."

Biting your lip, you tugged the blanket close ignoring the warmth creep up your neck. Being to preoccupied with your own embarrassment you didn't even notice the man sitting himself down next to you.

"Just ignore those idiots, they don't know what they're talking about. They don't know how wonderful you are." Laios stuttered out, his own cheeks turning pink as he avoided your gaze.

Smiling to yourself, you let your head rest on his shoulder. "Thank you...Laios."

Tensing for a moment, Laios let his body fully relax as he placed his hand near yours."Ah..you're welcome."

[voidcat]

comparing hand-sizes to hold their hand against the other's and then just holding hands + Laios 😭😭😭💞💞💞💞

I can never write Laios like you king but hope you like this Oxy ilyy<33🫶🫶

wc: 703 ; gn!reader

“Hey, so…” a voice interrupts the silence. “What if all those physical differences we displayed weren’t just an effect of changeling spores, more like revealed by them?” Laios asks, looking at his hand deep in thought.

Few groans and hums raise in their air, Chilchuck for one isn’t happy in the slightest for having his sleep interrupted. At least Marcille seems a little interested, or maybe just trying to end the conversation before Laios’ mind can spiral to depths no one wishes to know about.

“You mean the body shaping accordingly to your life style?”

“Yes! But not exactly.” some faces drop as his voice raises a tone higher, whatever remnants of exhaustion wiped off his body. “What if the occupations we would take and the lives we would live were already predetermined by the bodies we were going to inhabit?”

He sounds excited, the heart in the right place but probably not explaining what’s on his mind as he wished.

“You mean like ‘nature vs nurture’?” your voice rings in the air and immediately you can see Marcille’s face dropping. Probably an option she thought of as well, but chose not to voice for the moment.

Meanwhile Laios, more than happy to have someone else join in on his brainstorming, rushes to your side like a giddy puppy, hands up, palms facing you.

“Like Senshi–” “Hmm, he looked quite slender and fragile, even for elven standards when he was an elf himself…” “And and–”he counts every small detail he has noticed and saved into his memory without taking a breath. Happy and in his element, he looks fascinating.

“Despite all that, I’ve noticed hand sizes to not have gone through a drastic change.”

“Oh, really?” you ask, now a little curious. Has he really paid individual attention to each and everyone’s hands? “Yes! I even compared them with mine for good measure.” he says matter-of-factly, earning a snort from you.

“Well, then in this case,” you draw in, “your research is flawed I’m afraid.” Unfazed by your close proximity, he only looks confused at your claim. The ‘how so’ waits on his tongue but you beat him to it.

“I don’t think you ever compared with mine.” he seems relieved, as if letting out the breath he was holding. Taking your words as an invitation, Laios grabs your hands and brings them up, facing his palms against yours.

First thing he notes is how close they are to his in size. Sure, for a tall-man, he is not exactly the tallest but he was told he has big hands. Your fingertips passing his distal interphalangeals barely, his brows furrow without noticing. At his reaction, you stick your tongue out at him victoriously. Unfazed by your reaction he continues to inspect. Staring at your hands against his with fascination, he moves each finger, grazing against your skin as if to test some sort of parameter only he knows of.

What feels like forever passes.the two of you, enthralled in your own bubble now, everyone else busy with something, their attentions diverted.

Laios realizes then, that he has been staring for a while. With this first moment kicks back in his senses; the world suddenly isn’t drowned out, everything but you isn’t covered by a dark curtain– and how painfully warm, and so nice to the touch your hands are.

As if sensing him snapping back into reality, you let your fingers slide across the gaps between his, clasping his hands in a demeanor that mimicked his observant self a while ago.

“See?” you break the silence for the two of you. “Told ya you were missing out on data.” you say with a grin. Finding himself at ease with you, he brings his right hand to scratch his head reluctantly.

He couldn’t possibly be blushing now, could he?

Laios tries to return the smile and still feels his shyness taking over. A breath let out and he allows himself to sit down more properly, letting his muscles relax. Taking out his little notebook to read, he stays, and his left hand drops to the ground, between the two of you, hand still clasped to yours, not letting go until you do.

[maple-tales]

Okokok so elf reader BUT theyre pretty young like 16 (in human years) and the party had no fucking clue and they find out (somehow idk im bad at thinking) AND everyone kinda freaks out and readers just ":0 you didnt know???"

My math is probably off, but this felt like a good moment for reader to mention their age :)

"I'm turning 29 this year," Chilchuck mumbles.

"Really? We're the same age then!" you say.

"What?!" Marcille gasps. "No way you're that young!"

"Is that young for elves?" Laios asks.

"Is that not young for tall-men?" Senshi says.

"Not really," Laios answers with a shrug. "I'm 26."

"No way," Marcille says quietly. "You guys are all just kids!"

"I'm kind of surprised you didn't notice," you say. "Although, I have been told I have a mature face before."

"What the heck are you doing in a dungeon then? You should still be in school!"

"Okay, Mom," you tease. Marcille clamps her mouth shut, blushing.

"How old would you be if you were a tall-man?" Laios asks.

"You can't expect them to do the math that quick," Chilchuck says.

"Probably 16 or so?" you guess. "Teens is pretty young for tall-men, right?"

"You weren't kidding," Laios says, eyebrows raised. "You really are young!"

"I sure hope I've been feedin' you enough," Senshi frets, his arms crossed.

"My age doesn't change anything," you say. "I'm still just as capable as I was before, you know."

"O'course it changes things!" Senshi says. "It's our job as adults to provide for the young 'uns!"

"And this is why I keep my work and personal life separate," Chilchuck mutters, casting you a sympathetic glance.

As Senshi fusses over you, you can't help but think he had the right idea.

[magicians-abode]

Imagine: you're walking around the dungeon on your own, your party had gotten separated when you began to run away from the Red Dragon in different directions. Not the best tactic but it had seemed to work.

Suddenly you look up and see it flying down in your direction. Landing down, it hits the ground and makes everything shake, your legs fail to keep you standing so you fall on your butt, looking up at it. "This is it. This is the end" you think. And even though the mage in your party could revive you, you didn't know if they would find you. They had probably already found the exit to this level and left you behind.

You see the dragon approach quickly when suddenly a gust of wind surrounds you and you close your eyes, bracing for the moment you become the dragon's snack. Hearing the dragon come to a halt a few feet from you, you open your eyes, curious and afraid, and you see someone standing in front of you.

Their back is turned to you, but you can make up that they're an elf judging by the pointy ears. Their silvery-white hair is tied up in a braided bun and they stand tall in front of the dragon. "Stop." You hear them speak in a determined and loud commanding voice. "You're not allowed to hurt them."

Looking back at you with a serious expression you finally see his face, purple irises staring back into your eyes with intensity. Your eyes widen when you realize its him. Thistle...

What had you done to deserve the protection of the Mad Mage?

[toudenpilled]

1 am namashuro/ shuromari doodle

[catchingdaydreams]

Mirthrun x gardener reader

(if people like this I'll create a small fic)

Part 2 (Beach Day)

Yeah here me out. This is after the events of the Manga where Laios becomes king. Mirthrun and the Canaries stay on the island to avoid the law and all that...

Mirthrun gets lost, like a lot. No matter how many Canaries are supervising him he manages to allude them. His teleporting doesn't help either. It's not like he wants to be alone. He just gets caught up in the little finds, like a bug or some rabbit moving by and follows after them. See he's being trying/ training himself to reclaim his desires/wants back and Kabru mentioned to try to focus on a specific things to get a better understanding of his emotions onto it.

Anyway, one day he stumbles on a green house and sees a tall man there. Your minding your own business, picking the herbs from your garden, utterly unaware of the elf who just transported behind you. The first encounter was .... unpleasant. With a fright, you slapped Mithrun and cussed him out of your green house. He just trots along. You were confused at the whole ordeal, especially how the man didn't really react to you at all.

He shows up again, a couple of days later. And again you kick him out. Its almost became comedic.

He keeps on showing up to the point you don't care anymore. He doesn't do anything but bask in the green house sun, utterly in his own world, speaking no words to you.

You do ask why he shows up. His only response was a lifeless stare in deep pool his single eye casts, followed by a shrug. Not the response you want but nevertheless you keep allowing him to stay.

You notice that after a while he watches you tender the plants. You mostly strike a one-way conversation about your passion with your medical herbs but at times he does ask questions.

The first time you heard his voice you had to double take. You thought he was mute. He just cocks his head to the side , confused at you surprised acts.

Some time later you become more accustomed to his blandness and directness, able to read his emotions with subtle things like the flicker of his cut ears to the twingers of his eye. This though came with time and after finding out that he doesn't really take care of himself.

That one time you saw him passed out from dehydration wasn't a fun memory. And not wanting to relive it, you offer him tea and sweet pastries when he arrives. You found he particularly likes sour things, so lemon tarts are frequently on the menu.

He does help out with tending to your plots, though he isn't much of a green thumb, picking the ripe fruits off your small orchid helped you tones. You even gave him a basket of lemons to take home one time. It was a sight to see when he smiled at it, even though it turned quickly back to his emotionless form.

The Canaries still didn't know where he was going most of the day until he arrived back with that basket of lemons. Fleki ask where he got them from but Mithrun refuses to answer. They reach for one, but Mithrun grabbed their hand tightly. Anger distorts his face making the other Canaries surprised by his quick change in demeanor.

"Their mine", was all Mithrun said before he stormed into his room.

Eventually they were able to make out where he was heading all the time , though there was some misunderstanding. See they thought you were using him as free labor and quite abruptly came to you about the situation. Drama pursues, Mithrun gets upsets and snaps at his companions.

It just turns out the reason why he never told them where he was, was that he wanted you all to himself. He didn't want to share you with anybody.

Ah and that's it

[chilschuck]

Since you mentioned Mickie, may I request Mickbell with a fem tall-man reader who is super protective of him and Kuro physically (she would be a fighter class I guess, maybe barbarian or something in dnd terms) but kind of clings to him because she is socially anxious and not used to crowds and people? Relying on Mick being the street smart one and trusting his judgement one that?

`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ anon this is SUCH a cute idea!!!! i love mick and kuro so much so i definitely wanted to whip something up for you!! i hope this is okay and that you enjoy!! <33

— MICKBELL TOMAS: x fem!tall-man reader

꒰ warnings: ꒱ none, fighter fem!reader & sfw + some love for kuro too! they’re your lil guys <3

꒰ wc: ꒱ 651

✦ lots of love for these two and i love writing for them!! i like to think of you guys as a found family! <3 i hope these are okay!!

✦ The first time you made yourself known as a fighter class, Mickbell immediately knew where he was going to hide during battles from now on. When he (and Kuro, since he made sure to drag him along) found out you were great to hide behind, your protectiveness immediately kicked in.

✦ It didn’t help that you were already protective of both the half-foot and Kuro, always making sure they were safe and out of harm’s way while you did the brunt of the physical work. In awe of just how tough you were when it came to combat, Mick knew he had to get you on his side. (Not that he had to do much work in doing so.)

✦ To say you were smitten with the duo was an understatement. You found yourself clinging to Mickbell when put in any kind of social situation, which would make his chest swell with pride a bit. Especially now that he had both you and Kuro to pick him up and carry him. You were much more cuddly and handsy with him though, which would definitely cause him to sputter out a few flustered words for sure.

✦ Kuro was given lots of attention too. You couldn’t help but want to make sure he was getting enough food like Mick, which he was more than happy about. Giving both of them pats on the head once getting them to safety was routine, and Mick found himself craving more and more of your affections.

✦ Anytime you felt they’d be in danger, you immediately stood your ground, ushering them behind you or even making sure to carry them off to safety like said before. When it came to their wellbeing, you weren’t afraid to crack a few skulls (or other bones, lol.) The rest of Kabru’s party was more than accepting of letting you settle things when it came to your two guys, and grew used to your protectiveness over time.

✦ You knew of Mickbell’s street smarts and past, letting him do most of the talking when it came down to it. It was rather a sight to see when you’d step behind him and Kuro, allowing him to speak for you. When it came to crowds and lots of people, you definitely clung to him, even going as far as to hold him as you walked. (Mickbell didn’t mind this in the least bit. I like to imagine when it comes to you, he’d like to be held and doted on.)

✦ Your height as a tall-man kept you protecting them when needed, but always keeping your guard up. One day, Kabru even pointed out the height difference and relationship, rather amused with it.

— Mick puffed out his chest, hands on his hips in pride. “She and Kuro always have my back! If you think about it, I’m the brains, and they’re like my brawn!”

Despite his words, you couldn’t help but softly giggle, scooping him up after he spoke. You even reached out a hand to Kuro, scratching his head with a sweet smile. “Yeah, you’re my guys. It’s my job to look out for both of you.”

That definitely made him happy, if evident from the rosy glow on his cheeks and even the pleased look on Kuro’s face. You were more than content in fighting tooth and nail for them, making sure they were well aware that you always had them in mind.

✦ You even made sure to sleep beside them, just in case something happened and they needed you. You weren’t worried about Kuro as much as you were about Mickbell, but you had such a soft spot for them both that your protectiveness knew no bounds.

✦ It was safe to say that you had made your own small little family within the party, and both were more than happy with it. (And with you!)

— dividers by @/cafekitsune! <3

[tenjikufag]

OO SHOULDVE ASKED AGES AGO BUT

Thoughts on the other male dungeon meshi characters? Shuro, Senshi, Chilchuck, Kabru, etc?

Also would like to hear about the female cast too, if that tickles some fancy to your brain to spoot (spit) out about them too :}

I adore all the men in this series, cmon they’re all so edible and tasty. My personal faves (outside of Laios) are Chilchuck, Mithrun, Thistle, and ofc Senshi. (When it comes to the men specifically!)

These characters all have very different personalities so I’d probably make a whole hc post or even relationship Drabble post for them some time in the future. I have lots of fun and nasty cute thoughts about them. But to satiate you momentarily before I get to those, I’ll give you a one or two hcs about them.

read below the cut, as usual. sfw. not proofread

Chilchuck

Man is a jealous guy, like JEALOUS jealous. He can’t help it. Even he thinks to himself how childish it is to have these feelings as a grown man dating ANOTHER GROWN MAN. It’s not something he outwardly expresses either, it’s hard to decipher him being jealous or if it’s just a bad day for him. (To him, it’s both.) under his breathe he’s muttering threats and such towards whomever is taking your attention or flirting with you- maybe they’re simply too friendly for his liking. Maybe they brushed your arm or shoulder while talking and it takes everything in him to take on the Not Half Foot at your heels. Even if it is another half foot he still wouldn’t outwardly act on it- he knows better and knows he needs to learn how to deal with these situations and emotions.

Mithrun

He is not one for physical affection, privately and obviously in public. But, he’s come to enjoy sitting infront of you while you card through his hair and thrum your fingers on his neck. Gently prying apart the small, loose knots in the strands he’s gotten throughout the day. He can’t help but lean into you, with his eyes closed with the softest smile to pair with it while you massage his scalp, moving down to gently circle or tap the soft skin on his neck. You could be talking about your day, talking about everything or anything, or maybe even nothing. The feeling of your hands so lovingly passing over the tension stored in him lets him fall asleep quite easily these days. It’s unknowingly become a routine for the two of you. When the two of you reunite at the end of the day, he’ll find you and sit infront of you regardless of where you are. And he sits there, not once has he ever had to ask and by gods he wouldn’t ever want to ask.. but luckily for him, you’ve grown to enjoy the intimate routine.

He’s comfortable. He never knew such a simple thing like a scalp massage could ease so much tension in his body and mind.

Thistle

Enjoys doing your hobbies together. Whether it’s baking, cooking, sewing, crocheting; he is more than content to sit beside you and either watch or partake in the activity. Sometimes the two of you will chat while doing it, listen to whatever music you happen to be into- maybe he’s sharing his own taste of music with you- and other times, like when he’s watching, it’s a nice time for him to relax in the presence of someone he actually enjoys and finds himself comfortable with. You don’t expect anything of him, and it lifts an unknown weight from him. It’s a safe space and time for him, with you, in these moments, he doesn’t need to worry his pretty little head about anything.

Senshi

Weirdly enough, in my head, he will not let you cook. You’re his significant other and he wants to feed you! He barely lets you eat out aswell. Even if you enjoy cooking, he’d much rather you tell him what it is that you want or tell him how to do it. You can be his sous chef but to him, when it comes to you specifically, this is an intimate act of love for him. Being able to satiate any cravings or wants in regards to food fills him with nothing but pride.

Must remember to be mindful if you happen to enjoy cooking from someone else if you’re away because he will always find some way to make it far better than however whoever else made it. Acts of service, like making food and meals for you, is his love language.

—

As for the women, I ADORE Marcille, Fleki, and Tade. Even though I don’t see myself writing for female characters (aside from maybe platonic plot lines in fics) I do like them a fair bit!

[rue-dixon]

Chilchuck's daughters ask about his adventure

"You did all that..."

"For free?!" All three Chils girls exclaimed at once. Staring at their father in disbelief as they leaned forward against the table.

Chilchuck choked on his drink, hitting his chest as he looked around the large castle dining table. All his former party members sat in their respective seats, each looking nice and well-mannered for once. His daughters sat in chairs to the right of him, all looking extra beautiful by all standards. His wife sat on the other side, looking equally elegant, and now as surprised as their daughters.

"We-well.. it wasn't really for free per se. They paid me before to help them get to the red dragon and they didn't defeat it the first time. So- technically I was still under contract since they needed to get back to the dragon." The burning in his cheeks traveled to his ears as the eyes of the whole room bore into him.

"You're not one for technicalities." His wife hummed softly, her fingers to her lips.

"Honestly, I was surprised as well. I thought he would take his money and go home." Laios spoke up. "But I'm glad he didn't, we would've never saved my sister without him."

The newly crowned king turned to his sister who sat next to him, smiling at her.

Chilchuck grumbled something to himself, itching his nose as his eyes darted around, trying to avoid all the big doe eyes of his daughters.

"I must admit it surprised me as well. Me and Mr. Chilchuck were never that close, despite working together for so long. We never really spoke." Falin spoke in her usual soft manner, adding to what her brother had said.

Chilchuck scoffed, "It wouldn't have mattered how close we were. I couldn't just let a kid like you rot away in some dragon's stomach." He grumbled.

"Ahah!" Marcille suddenly shouted, pointing straight at him. Startling most of the halfling family.

"I knew it! It wasn't for obligation! You came with us because you cared for Falin's safety! I knew it I knew it!" She yelled triumphantly, with a proud smile.

Regret immediately overtook Chilchuck as he simmered with embarrassment. Regretting ever opening his mouth he cursed himself, covering his ears and putting his head down. Trying to ignore the squealing from both Flertom and Marcille now.

"Aw, Dad's a hero! I told you, Mom! I told you he doesn't only care about money!" Flertom squealed, standing from her seat and wrapping her arms tightly around her father's shoulders.

Puckpatti giggled as she stood up as well. Throwing herself around his arm. His wife laughed softly as she placed a hand on his shoulder as Meijack a hand on his arm. All the while he covered his face with both hands, groaning and cursing incoherently behind them trying to keep himself from toppling over.

[lexiene]

You and Mithrun are being invited from the new King, Laios to celebrate everyone's achievement and the hard work of battling the dungeon. Skip on to that Mithrun would always chose to stay in the corner of the castle with you of course. As the event goes on.

He's starting to have the habit to put his hand behind your back or waist, so when a threat to him comes he'll teleport you and him back to your home and forget about the event and cuddles with you anyways.

No one steals his loving partner.

[eclecticmiasma]

Hello! Good evening!

I haven’t been able to stop thinking about Mithrun and I had a small scenario pop up in my head, and it would be lovely to see your vision on how this would play out, please and thank you 💕:

AFAB!Elf!reader is a member of the canaries, very soft spoken and rather kind. The nicest, most likely. Against her better judgement she’s down bad for the captain and everyone else is like “pls no I’d rather you not”. (She can fix him/jk)

Mithrun realizes she has feelings for him and in a very subtle way treats her a little more gentle than the others. Lets her spoil him a tiny bit more. Listens to her a bit more.

Reader can only hope one day maybe…just maybe…the captain can show a little interest in her too 🥺 and is oblivious that he lets her get away with a little more than others

Just very soft feelings all over

I won't spoil it for those who haven't read the manga, but there are instances where we see Mithrun treat Kabru rather favorably and opening up in great detail about his past. In a side story, we also see that younger Mithrun cared for the other canaries quite a bit. I imagine that even without his desires, Mithrun would appreciate care shown to him in his own Mithrun-y way.

SFW

Mithrun might be adverse to you at first, because when he really looks inward you remind him of his younger self.

However, Mithrun would soon come to see that you don't have the same...pitfalls in your personality that brought him where he is today. He might even come to somewhat admire your ability to stay genuinely kind in a world like theirs.

The other canaries start to notice that you have a much easier time getting their leader to take an ounce of care in his own well-being than any of them ever have. Some of them think it's entertaining while others (Pattadol) think the favoritism is unnacceptable.

Cithis might tease him about it if you aren't around, "We don't want to worry poor [y/n] by getting all dehydrated now, do we captain?"

Even the mention of your name is enough to motivate Mithrun, though you remain completely unaware. In your mind, the captain regards you as nothing more than a subordinate.

You don't notice the way his good eye trains on you as you talk about life before the canaries. You don't realize how fast he falls asleep when you're near. The magnitude of the fact that one night he voluntarily tells you a story about when he and his brother were children slips by you completely.

Pattadol is the only one to ever bring it up to you directly, and you truly have no idea what she's talking about. None of the others help her either, preferring to sit back and watch how her face reddens with frustration.

Mithrun isn't oblivious to the situation, however. He knows that there's something about you that...calms him, at the very least. He's sharp enough to know that you feel the same way about him, perhaps even stronger.

He likes having you around. It's not something he wants when you're gone, but it's something he enjoys while you're there. Because he knows you have some type of feelings for him, he indulges you at every turn. He even lets you wash his back and massage the scarred tissue built at the tips of his ears- though you're terribly relieved he can't see the heat rising on your cheeks as you do so.

One day, long long after the dungeoneering is done, perhaps you might even be able to help Mithrun find his desires, find himself again.

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[tickly-trashcan]

Non-Human Parts {Marcille x Falin}

“Ah! Falin!” Marcille gasped when she turned around. Falin stood there with a soft look of curiosity and pulled her hand back from Marcille’s ears.

“I’m sorry, I was just wondering what they felt like.”

“They’re ears, Falin! Just because I’m a half-elf doesn’t mean they’re any different than yours!” Marcille chuckled, taking Falin’s hand in her own as she turned her whole body over on the bed.

Falin hummed. “I meant since they’re longer. The curve is much different too…”

She went to trace Marcille’s ear again, and this time Marcille let her without resistance. Falin traced the shell of her ear, gently rubbed the tip, and then let her hand cup Marcille’s cheek. She smiled and then noticed Marcille’s cheeks were especially pink.

“Is everything alright, Marcille?”

“Yes, my ears are just a bit sensitive.”

“Sensitive?”

Marcille nodded. “Not because I’m a half-elf, though. I’m just a bit ticklish there is all.”

There was a long silence that followed after Marcille spoke. She chuckled awkwardly and leaned into Falin’s palm to kiss it. Falin hummed softly and rubbed her thumb against Marcille’s cheek before leaning forward.

Marcille closed her eyes, expecting a kiss. Her eyes shot open as she squealed when she felt Falin gently nibble at her earlobe. Falin pulled away quickly and offered Marcille an apologetic smile.

“I’m even more curious now…” Falin confessed.

Marcille shifted slightly and bit her lip. “Well… If you’re that curious, I won’t stop you.”

Falin’s eyes lit up and Marcille silently regretted her choice. She loved Falin with her entire heart, but she knew she could be very easily fascinated with new things, often focusing on them until she was satisfied. But since this was for Falin, she did not particularly mind giving her some enjoyment.

Falin gently pushed Marcille’s back to the bed and leaned over her, smiling softly. “I’ll be gentle, I promise.���

Marcille nodded, but she still flinched when Falin began to nibble her ear again. Her other ear was occupied by Falin’s hand, and it was not long before Marcille began to giggle softly, her eyes squeezed shut and her cheeks dusted pink.

She gasped when Falin’s other hand found her side. Falin gently traced up and down with dancing fingers, and her light touch made Marcille whine.

“Fahahalin! Not thehehere, it tickles!”

Falin chuckled softly and blew on Marcille’s ear, making her shudder. “I told you I was curious about this! You said it was okay for me to tickle you, didn’t you?”

Marcille threw her head back against the pillow and laughed when Falin used both hands on her ribs. “I didn’t knohohow! I thought it wahahahas just my ehehears!”

“Ohh, I wasn’t clear. Sorry, love,” Falin teased, relenting her fingers as she leaned down. She pressed a soft kiss against Marcille’s lips, drinking up her residual giggles. Falin kissed the tips of Marcille’s pink-tinted ears as well before laying down next to her, smiling softly. “I won’t tease you any longer. Goodnight, Marcille.”

Marcille, cheeks still pink, leaned forward for one last kiss. “Goodnight, Falin.”

[sleepyboi26]

Why is no one talking about how huge senshi’s dick is

[thebest-medicine]

Hi! hello! how’s it going? I was just wondering if your still doing requests for fics and if so can I pretty please have lee!Chilchuck ler!Marcille with the prompt “Big talk for someone so ticklish.”

Prompt 21 - “Big talk for someone so ticklish."

A/N: yessssss!!!! thank you for the prompt I love this series

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“Hmmph.” Marcille huffed getting nowhere in their little argument. She glanced up, having an idea, and caught her companion’s eye. “Big talk for someone so ticklish.”

“Wha-?” Chilchuck froze where he stood, his eyes wide and his face falling in horror as he looked at the mage. “Y-You wouldn’t..” He stuttered.

Marcille smirked at that. “Oh, I’ve done a lot these days that I never thought I would dare try.”

He scrambled back, away from her. “Marcille! DON’T!” He was off in a flash, scrambling away from the suddenly terrifying mage.

“I’m gonna getchu!!” Marcille teased, giving chase to the half-man. “You can’t get away on those ticklish little feetsies of yours!”

“SHUT UP!” Chilchuck wailed ahead of her, rounding a corner on the floor they were staying at in the dungeon. At this rate, he hoped he’d run into a mimic to distract the party with.

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