#I love Marcille angst

[shockwave65]

Lesbianism

[strawberri-draws]

"Innocence died screaming, Honey ask me, I should know. I slithered here from Eden; Just to sit outside your door"

-From Eden, Hozier

aka: au where they grow old in the dungeon together in their monster forms.

[soappox]

i like that she dresses emo but he looks like he hates the world more than she does

[janontoast]

Marcille being happy! I wonder what could go wrong

[onceazzie]

LITERALLY crying cause i opened my dungeon meshi notion page (which is called mungeon deshi cause i made it at like 2am) and there was one page called "sometimes a family is a lesbian and a bagel". ???

wjat the fuck. why is this here. what was it supposed to be? it's empty save for the title and i have no recollection of making it. something tells me it might have been a mom marcille and izutsumi fic but i don't know because i was DEAD FROM SLEEP DEPRIVATION...

[mintgalaxia]

Continuing with Dungeon Meshi (Manga) and I have to say I'm really charmed by it. The creator really seems to love her characters and the attention to detail from the cooking to the Dungeon geography is wonderful.

I also love how the characters interact with each other. The main group really feels like they care for each other and are so fun to see.

I understand ships are what makes Fandom spin, but no one mentioned how sweet the interactions with Marcille and Senshi can be or how Laios and Chilchuck are always looking out for each other.

Despite everything, they still trust each other and are willing to try anything to make sure all of them are safe. Or how Falin is the glue and the light that connected them all together.

[fumifooms]

was not expecting how head over heels i'd fall for marchil- i stg there's something they put in the sauce like goddamn! and i've loved seeing your posts analyzing their dynamic, really helped articulate what i was feeling. i was wondering if you had any fic recs, or any recommendations for ships with a similar vibe? i'm hungry for them...

I know right, marchil gripped me in a chokehold out of nowhere and still hasn’t let go… The sauce was designed by the demon for me to get addicted specifically. It’s been too long since I haven’t written fic for them. I’m still chipping away at my Marcille & Chil arc analysis I know I always mention it and I started the draft in January but I SWEARRR… Season 1 is ending next week :/ On the upside I’ll probably be more focused. After that analysis, which is only analyzing in depth like one aspect/half of their intertwined arc btw so who knows there might be a part 2 one day, I kept thinking it’d prob be my last marchil analysis but let’s be real, probably not. Every week I find something new to point out about them aah…… Dungeon food, ahh, dungeon food…

Fanfic rec wise, well first I have my own marchil fics, to which I mostly recommend Grind Me Down Sweetly, and then feel free to browse my marchil bookmarks for what seems good! I don’t know what your tastes are but Shroomyystar makes super good angst (and smut), my favorite being 'Til our fingers decompose, keep my hand in yours about Marcille getting deathly sick and the dilemma to confess or to not confess, incredibly haunting piece of bittersweet but soul-crushing angst AND character study. Like wow! Chilchuck I need to throw you in a river. I want you beside me is cute bedsharing banter. From me to you makes my head spin and makes me shake my screen. And- *gets dragged off before I can mention more* Meanwhile on the flipside, Anita_Amai (the first ao3 marchil writer, still going strong 👏👏) is especially great at offering short and sweet pieces, the tone is usually light and comedic and it always makes me smile and giggle, gives me fluff attacks, the fics always a strong good scene or theme idea too. Just browse and pick any, it’s a good time. There’s soo many more. Honestly I recommend just diving into the ao3 tag and start reading. You can start by kudos and read the highest ones first to dip your toes and get the community classics one out. Early on there was a recurring anon writer who did great bittersweet domestic confession stuff like this one, lifespan angst oughh... Wherever you are now thank you for all your work 😭💖 A lot of new marchil writers are starting to post too! A csm asaden fanfic writer legend just joined the tag so marchil will probably finally get some multi-chaptered fanfics haha~ But yess there’s unrequited angst, there’s self-sabotaging angst, there’s domestic fluff, there’s falling in love and bantery fluff, bunch of good stuff <3

As to ships with similar vibes: The closest I’ve seen so far is honestly weirdly close, it’s the protagonists from a romance comedy josei called Dame na watashi ni koishite kudasai or Please love useless me! I don’t want to spoil but there’s even the guy needing to move on from a doomed love + emotional distance issues and the gal slowly invading his personal life/social circle and my god… They were coworkers, he was rude, he’s a workaholic, he’s reliable, she’s sunshine and needs to get some reality checks... The banter. THE BANTER. He represses and she copes by simping for fictional characters. He made, like, a mutual aid community for ex-gangsters. They dress up in silly costumes sometimes. They’re weeeird about each other in an unlabelable way before dating in a way (in a fun marchil in canon way). It’s so funny she’s cracking open his convoluted personal drama like her morning newspapers. There’s more there’s so much more. Give up on your dreams, make money, love loses 🔥🔥 It’s honestly just a great fun read, it’s such a mood. Haven’t read the sequel yet but there’s one so really if it hooks you you’ll be fed well and for a while. The greatest bits are too spoilery but here, have the vibe.

Howl’s Moving Castle, specifically the book, and there’s a ton of themes and narratives that are so fitting for them that I couldn’t possibly all list, I already made a post on it here if you’re interested in all the details and similarities and my AU thoughts haha.

Teen Titans 2003 the show, Beast Boy x Starfire. THAT’S RIGHT I’M A BBSTAR, BAM! 💥🫶 Jokester that’s dependable x sweet and idealistic but strong and protective. Short gremlin and tall beauty. Friends-coworkers to lovers. Very soft fluffy slice of life ship I like it a lot, and I wrote a fic for it hehe. Might do more one day, I have a bunch of prompts written down and a series I really wanted to get to sob.

I almost forgot to mention Shrek. It’s SO FUNNY how well it goes sometimes… Chil Shrek, Laios Donkey, Marcille Fiona. I want to say Mickbell could be Farquaad but even Mick doesn’t deserve this slander… Shrek 2 fear that he’s not prince charming enough for her oughh. Laios getting to be a horse good for him good for him. Winged Lion singing I need a hero. Someone stop me.

There’s also zenmiyo from Touge Oni but no one reads that </3 I gotta get to my review/lore analysis about that manga it’s sooo good a fave read of mine from last year. Like it’s so fucking good. It keeps just ramping up and getting more crazily good. Scrolling through some pages rn and it’s a unique blend of comedy, philosophy and awe-inspiring visuals and creativity. Well, sort of like late Dunmeshi actually. If it had a fandom any bigger I’d be all over it constantly. And I’d also recommend Harahara Sensei / Timebomb Teacher if it had any english translation, one of my fave mangas also. It’s about mafia, and a goody two shoes willing to go through a corruption arc to save her sister x stern rude mafioso who’s there bc he’s poor and on a revenge mission, never had any other option growing up etc etc. Ok he’s not that Chilchuck but the dynamic does have that "grow up and see the world for what it is, a shithole. It’s been hell for me" vs "ok you have a point. But also have you considered not sacrificing your humanity and emotions in a self-destructive pursuit" (not that she’s in the position to talk lmaoo) like ohh my goood him throwing his popsicle stick in the fire that she lit over a corpse, it haunts me.

From the marchil Discord it’s also fun to notice ships some of us share… Csm asaden, some combination of LotR elf x short guy, fair amount of dunmeshi ships overlap too. Haven’t found the overall common thread quite yet and I’m forgetting many that have come up but lol some off the top of my head.

[beansinjeans]

The passage of time

[microfeelings]

I finished reading Dungeon Meshi in a week...

[dailydianakko]

one day i'll get the spoons to actually make a dungeon meshi au

[palant1r]

one thing i love about dungeon meshi is how specialized everyone is. how hypercompetent characters completely flounder outside of their area of expertise. how in a Battle Royale situation where everyone had to 1v1 kabru would absolutely SWEEP and yet he is not remotely suited for the dungeon and keeps fucking dying as a result. how chilchuck is entirely aware of his own limitations while marcille angsts about them. how completely incompatible the characters are with any sort of powerscaling arguments.

[ncroissant]

chilchuck tims x younger! bimbo! reader

summary: chilchuck's first impressions and favourite things about younger reader + what he's like when he's angry and how he comforts reader after a punishment

content warning: no use of yn/name, slight mention of open-wound, dacryphilia, dom/sub dynamics, implied younger reader (age not mentioned, but 18+), slight angst/comfort, fluff, slightly suggestive, mention of cock once

wc: 1.6k

author's notes: i personally love chilchuck and when i found out he was 29 with 3 kids...oh my goodness. i love dilfs bro. this was just a whole jumble of head cannons that i have for him so, sorry for the lack of flow. you can see how i got lazy at the end... not proofread obviously !! minors please DNI !!

he always thought of you as a thoughtless, little girl. your head in the clouds, not a single thought in that pretty skull of yours.

letting him drag you around by your hand as you looked around dungeon floors like a tourist. wrapping an arm around your waist from behind every time you tripped on your two left feet. carrying you on his back when you were too tired to walk in your cute little loafers. covering your bare legs with his sweater to cover the pink panties that peaked out of your mini skirt. 

too mini, he thought.

as much as he wouldn’t like to admit, he liked having you around. you were falin’s best friend, therefore laois’ best friend, therefore a plus one to their dungeon party. 

you were like a little kid that he couldn’t predict or understand. he thought girls like you were the worst. couldn’t do anything for themselves and expected the rest of the party to pick up their slack. 

but then he saw how sweet you were, always smiling with pretty glossy lips. you’d also braid marcille’s hair in the morning, listen to laois’ rants about monsters and try your best to prep ingredients with senshi (and chilchuck’s) guidance. 

but he especially liked how needy you’d get with him too. you’d tug his sleeve and bat your lashes at him with such a cute, little pout when you wanted something. 

“chilchuck pleaseeeeeee,” you’d whine, such a pitiful look on your face when you latched onto his arm, placing your chin on his shoulder with your lip puffed out. 

“what’s going on here?” marcille giggled, raising her brows at your affection with the grumpy lock-picker.

you let of his arm to his dismay, stomping over to marcille. “he won’t give me any of that candy we bought from the dungeon market earlier!” you exclaim, throwing your usual fit. “says i’ll get sick if i eat too much,” you huff, crossing your arms.

“hey now, simmer down,” he’d wrap his arm around your shoulder, giving you a warning squeeze. “you’re getting too worked up over nothing again. you know i’m right, hm?” he’d rub your arm soothingly, as you slowly calmed down, the frown not leaving your face.

“b-but i just wanna try a lil’ bit of it…won’t eat too much, promise.” your puppy eyes almost got to him. your eyes were glossy, tears threatening to fall at his rejection. he knew if he said no, he’d feel like the scum of the earth. 

“don’t start with that now,” he said sternly as you quickly wiped your tears at his words. 

“chilchuck, don’t be so mean to her. she’s just excited,” senshi chuckled, passing you a handkerchief to dry your tears.

he looked down at you (not very much because you two were practically the same height), inspecting the look on your face. he knew it was wrong, but he loved to see you get teary-eyed because of him. you were just so pretty. he always gave into what you wanted eventually, but loved teasing you to get a few tears out. 

“you can have some after dinner,” he mumbled, turning his head away from you. 

you looked up at him, before jumping into his arms, your own wrapped around his neck. “eee! thank you, chilchuck!” you squealed as he wrapped his arms around your waist to stabilize you. 

“settle down, alright? you better behave before then, you hear me?” he grumbled, as you pulled away from his face, still entangled on him. 

“mhm, i will! be on my best behaviour,” you giggled, stuffing your face in his neck again, hugging him tightly. 

“good,” he blushed ever so lightly, caressing your hair with his free hand.

he loved how obedient you were too. always so eager to please him. he didn’t know if it was because he was so much older than you, but you always listened so well for him in comparison to the others in the party. 

whenever you were acting up, the party would bring you over to chilchuck and he would give you a hard talking to. he was especially mean when he was mad. 

as much as you loved to brat out, you never wanted to make chilchuck mad. your most hated punishment was his silent treatment. it wouldn’t just be not talking to you, it would be acting like you didn’t even exist. 

you were playing around with marcille’s staff and accidentally destroyed one of the columns in the floor you were in, alerting monsters of your location. unfortunately, this caused a 20 minute running montage, but also one of the biggest arguments between you and chilchuck. 

“what the hell were you thinking?” he wasn’t yelling, but the calmness of his voice was scarier. 

“‘m sorry…” you mumbled, knowing you messed up. you were earnestly playing around, you didn’t know you would hit anything. 

he never scolded you in front of the party, but sometimes his voice could get loud enough for the party to hear. 

“you know better than to use other people’s things without permission, let alone touch it. i taught you better than that, no?” his lips were pursed into a straight line, arms crossed as he leaned against the brick behind him. 

“yes, you did,” you frowned, looking down at your fidgeting fingers. 

as remorseful as you looked, he wouldn’t budge as easily as he usually would. “one week.” he started, fear bubbling in your tummy. 

“nothing from me for a week.” he propped himself off the wall, ready to walk off. 

you shot your head up, shaking your head rapidly, “no please. ‘m so sorry, please don’t,” you reached from his arm but he already pulled away. 

he shook his head in disappointment at your feeble attempt, “you know the drill, angel. or would you sleep with marcille for the week as well?” he threatened, making your heart drop.

you brought your hands back to yourself, sniffling at how mean he was being. "mkay, i won't make a fuss."

as hard as it was for you to be ignored, it was harder for chilchuck to ignore you. you weren't even plotting anything.

you'd just sit there eating your sorbet, and he'd look at you like you were the most precious girl in the world. before you could sneak a glance at him, he's back to being stone cold.

you'd wear a skirt too short and he'd have the urge to walk behind you or scold you for wearing it when there were other guys in your party.

you'd trip over an uneven stone, flat on your face, knees scrapped. you'd fight the urge to just start crying, but you remembered chilchuck's words about crybabies.

"whiny little girls are only good for sucking cock. nothing else. so don't go around crying unless you want me to make you stop."

chilchuck saw the nosedive you took into the cement and flinched at the impact. he expected you to cry, but watch you stand up, brush the dust off your skirt and limp behind laois, senshi and marcille who didn't notice your fall.

later that night, you were snuggled under the blankets beside chilchuck, facing away from him. you were used to biting your tongue when you wanted to thoughtlessly talk about your day or fight the urge to just curl up in his arms.

you still had to carry out your punishment, the week wasn't over yet.

"hey angel, you okay?" the week wasn't over, but he'd disregard a punishment to check up on you.

you turned over, your knees stinging from the tiniest movement. you still thought your punishment was in effect, so you didn't respond verbally. you winced, nodding quickly.

"you can talk, it's okay." he cooed softly, placing a hand on your head. your knees throbbed, tears stinging your eyes.

"okay," you hummed quietly, hands still to yourself. he knew you were unsure about him ending the punishment so early, but he wasn't pulling any tricks this time around.

"saw you fall earlier, did you tell marcille to heal your scrapes?" he caressed your hair, coiling the strands around his finger.

"no, didn't wanna bother her," you shook your head, nuzzling yourself into his palm. "it's not that serious, 'm okay."

he frowned at your words. anything in relation to you was always serious. your health and well-being were the top seriousness for him. "lemme see then," he ushered you out of your sleeping bag, pulling you into his lap.

your back was pressed against his chest as he inspected your knees. they were pink, open wounded and prone to infection. "honey, this looks like it hurts." he rubbed your thigh in attempts to comfort you.

"it's okay, i wasn't watching where i was going. it was my fault," you sighed, leaning into the warmth you were deprived of previously.

"will you let me clean you up?" he tilted his head to get a better look of his pretty girl curled up into his lap. his heart swelled at how perfect you looked.

you nodded hesitantly, knowing it would hurt, but you trusted chilchuck and knew he would handle you gently.

he held your hand when the alcohol swab touched your wound, making you whimper and squeal in pain. you tried to stay quiet to avoid the rest of them from waking up, so chilchuck pulled you into his neck to cry.

he'd give you a cute little bandaid with a hearts on it (ones you insisted him on buying) and gave you a kiss on the forehead.

"such a good girl, you did so well for me. i'm so proud, angel," he showered you face in kisses as your heart swelled at the affection. "you're gonna do better from now on, right angel?" he gave you a look, as you nod enthusiastically.

"mhm, promise. don't wanna disappoint you," you leaned into his chest, still holding his hand. "thank you for looking out for me," you kissed his knuckles, holding his hand close to your chest.

"always will," he smiled, hugging you.

[tallgirl14]

Chilchuck angst

I love this lil middle age man but i aslo live for angst so her are few my ideas because I need tell someone and if you have angst dm me we can talk about it

He carries a wallet size family portrait (when his girls were little) with him when he goes down in a dungeon, and he looks at it when he miss them. ( I feel like photos are probably pretty 💰💰 so they only had few consist wedding photo, baby photo mayjack she's fist born, then one of the whole family ) and this photo is chaotic and It makes him smile.

This is the ONLY photo he has of his entire family and he hasent seen them in few years with his kids grown living there own lives and him and his wife are split this photos all he's got.

How far would this man go for this picture. I can see chilchuck getting badly hurt because he went back to grab it and as Marcille is lecturing him about his reckless action as she's healing him.

Marcille: "What could have been so important that you risk your life over??"

Chilchuck: "my family or what's left of it"

He shows her the photo and marcille feels her heart drop she finally got to learn something about him and its sad ( this miscommunication leads to his group to believe chil family is dead )

Chilchuck taught Mayjack how to pick locks, and in the manga, he says when he dies, if they need someone, she'd be their first choice. SO he obviously took her through dungeon showing her how to navigate because being locksmith in a shop vs. dungeon is night & day different, dungeon being high pace environment.

Could you imagine how traumatizing that would be if saw her dad die in front of her AND NOT KNOW THEY COULD BE REVIVED!! (Seeing anyone die would be scaring) Especially if she felt it was her fault.

At first, Mayjack was curious about going into a dungeon with her dad to see exactly what he does she rember as kid seeing him come home late tired excused but mostly worn down.

Whenever she asked him about his work as a kid he was always vague or if he did talk about it was pg version and normally he was just trying scare us about going into dungeon. BUT one thing he made very clear, he didn't want any of her or her sister near the dungeon, but now that she's an adult, he couldn't stop her.

" I still don't want you near the dungeon, but you are a skilled locksmith, so you would be valued and well paid. IF you're still interested, I'll have you shadow me on my next small job so you can see what it's like."

At first, it was like any job we met with the client went over to the terms dad took payment, and then we headed over to the dungeon. I was awestruck by the new environment, but it quickly became overstimulating it took me a moment to adjust. the first few levels, dad had pointed out things to avoid what were scams & how to detect traps and walked me through a few I felt confident. Most importantly, when talking jobs, always have a skilled healer. Now I realize why as we enter new room dad was working on trap I was observing the room when I noticed treasure chest peaking out corner not knowing it was a mimick.

Chilchuck was Halfway through picking his lock when his dad sense went off. He quickly looked around room and spotted may messing with mimick

Chilchuck: "MAYJACK TIMS! get away from that!!" He starts running towards her

May turned to look at her dad, confused " why I already unlocked it?"

Her body stiffened as she could feel presents inside the chest, but before mimick could attach, chilchuck pushed her out of the way taking damage as it jabbed one of its claws through his neck causing him to bleed everywhere all mayjack could do was watch in horror paralyzed with fear trying process what happened. One of group members took care of mimick while she scrambled to her feet to get to here dad trying to put pressure on his wound tears flooding out

"Nonononno im sorry I'm sorry 🥺 "

As chilchuck lay there dying, he was more concerned with the fact he could comfort his daughter. This wasn't how he wanted to see death for the first time. Afterwards, the healer from their group came over and assured her he was going to be fine as she worked on reviving him.

Chilchuck let out a gasp and cough out some blood that had remained stuck in his throat. He turns to mayjack " that's why I told you to stay near me..." He moves toward her noticing her hands are strained with his blood. " are you hurt?... may? "

She shakes her head, and tears start to fall down her face he pulls her in for a hug. " it's ok, I'm ok ... I'm right here. " she hugs him tight, and they stay in that embrace for a while. When they finally break the hug, chilchuck wipes tears from her face.

" im sorry you saw that... do you want to go home.? "

" but the job?"

Chilchuck shakes his head " don't worry about it I brought someone along for that exact reason"

[dunmeshi-darlings]

Hi! May I please request some angst?

Marcille,Falin, and Laios (separate) with an isekai'd terminally ill s/o who needs to go back to their world in order to get treatment, since their disease is incredibly advanced, by their standards, and not easy for magic to handle.

However, the three want to save their s/o, but at the same time doesn't want them to go back to their world.

Aye a somber request but one i can do. After All, The whole worlds a stage. For some it is a comedy, Others an adventure, and yet still for others it is a tragedy. But all must play there part one way or another.

When you first arrived marcille was in awe, Not only did another entire reality exist, but you had apparently somehow been teleported from there?! She had questioned you for hours about the world, about what it was like. Fascinated that it was a world of technology in a vaguely similar fashion to the dwarves machinery, yet even more advanced. How it was a world without monsters and only had regular animals. How it was a world inhabited only by People like you, Nothing but tallmen (though in reality you and the rest of the people from your world werent tallmen, they just happened to be the most similar to your people). But strangest of all it had no magic (or so you thought), The idea seemed foreign to her and she couldnt even imagine what it could possibly be like.

You two had grown closer and fallen in love and marcille viewed you as a gift from the divine...but like all divinity they are cruel and can change there whims in a split second. It started off with a small cough, neither of you were particularly worried about it, sicknesses come and go after all. But the cough over time slowly progressed and got worse and worse, it eveolved into a tightness in the chest and struggle breathing. you became unable to do most physical things as your condition worsened, Then the dry coughing grew worse when one day you coughed into your hand and when you pulled it away it was soaked in blood.

Marcille tried everything she could, she had asked falin to do everything she could, but sadly to no avail as the healer couldnt seem to slow this disease. She asked laios for help who spent a small fortune of his newly aquired kingdoms gold to try and find you the best healers in the world to no avail. Marcille was at her wits end, she couldnt see you die. She had seen so many people she loved and cared about die already, she couldnt loose you too. However one day you brought up an idea, one that broke her heart almost as much as the idea of your death did. "i think...the only ones who could help....me..are doctors from...my world.."

Marcille begged and pleaded, she didnt want to loose you that way either...but she knew deep down that there was no magic here that could help. The both of you knew that with the magic of this world, your death was certain and you needed to go back to be treated...but...but what if...what if marcille used magic not of this world.

That dark beckoning call came to her once more, its powerful embrace called out to her, it whispered gilded words that dripped a hopeful venom. It asked of her how far would she be willing to go to save the one she loved? If her true desire was to save you, she would do anything right?....right?

She had already used its power once, what harm would using it once more do? Maybe it could save you? maybe it could fix this disease and you and her could live happily ever after. Marcille had already called upon these dark ruinous powers before, it would be so simple to do it again? Who cares about the law, of morality, of the dangers this magic poses...Would marcille truly wield that eldritch power once more to save you? consequences be damned...right?

Your arrival was incredibly to falin, the idea of a whole new world of wonder, of things to see and do, a whole new world of beauty she had never seen before made her giddy. You and her would sit up for hours as you told her stories of your world, of just how different it was than her world, how the people were, how life was. And though there were many sad stories, Falin always found it comforting to know that so many good things happened in this other world to, that no matter how grim the world seemed. There would always be people being happy and living there lives and trying to make the world a better place, it made her smile. The two of you grew closer and eventually you confessed your feelings for her, however she giggled saying how she had planned on doing the same as well. The two of you getting together as you two travelled together after laios's ascension to be the new golden kingdoms king. However, Death once more made its presence known in the door of falins home, but instead of seeing her once more it decided to come calling the one person she hoped most it would never see for years.

The coughing was the first sign something was wrong, Falin was a gifted healer and so she used her magic to try and get rid of it...but it didnt work, no matter what she did that cough wouldnt go away, at most only disapearing for a day or so then coming right back. Its progression only getting worse and worse as she frantically tried to out heal the symptoms, each time she would try to heal you she would be in tears. messy tear drops falling down her cheeks as she would use her healing magic over and over and over till she herself would throw up from magic sickness.

By the time you had started coughing up blood you had to force falin to stop trying to heal you, you both knew it wasnt going to work and that she was just hurting herself and that broke your heart. the two of you laying together as you both sobbed at all of this..it wasnt fair, it wasnt right. How could something so awful happen to such an amazing and loving person....falin couldnt believe it could happen. Eventually you told her one night you had an idea. "Falin...i think the only way ill survive is if i go back to my world...and get help there."

It broke falins heart, because she knew deep down you were right...that the only hope you had was to go back to your world and get help there. Falin was quiet for awhile, her mind racing before she softly takes a hold of your hands. "Ok...if thats the case...IM GOING WITH YOU!"

She shouts confusing you, asking her if she is serious!? would she just leave this world behind? her nodding saying that your her world and wherever you go she wants to be right there with you. And besides, she cant loose you..

When you first showed up laios was excited about the possibility to learn about all new monsters in a whole new reality....however when you told him that monsters werent a thing he couldnt help but admit how your world seemed boring.

Despite that he adored you as the two of you grew closer and closer and eventually got together. You ruling the golden kingdom alongside him. The two of you ruling the kingdom together happily, Despite laios endless hunger and curse towards monsters he was happy. you help him deal with the stress of ruling the kingdom, But perhaps fate had one last curse in store for laios...or perhaps this was some aspect of the winged lions curse on him itself.

You started off with coughing, Laios noting it was likely a cold or something and asking falin or marcille to use healing magic to help..but it didnt work. You only continued to grow worse and laios grew more and more worried. He looked through his books about monsters trying to find something in them that might heal you. He had you drink multiple brothes, eat mixtures of vegetables and herbs, bath in some monster blood but nothing was helping. None of the medicinal properties of the various monster parts he would hire people to go get would work.

By the time you had started coughing up blood, laios had all but given up hope. Nothing was working, no matter what he did, no monster remedies could help, neither marcille or falins magic could help..and his own healing magic wasnt great. He would just sit by your bedside and cry into the sheets as he held you. Eventually though you spoke to him. "Laios...i think the only way ill live..is if i go back...the doctors of my world are more advanced...its the best chance i have."

It tore laios to pieces to hear this, he hated the idea of loosing you. he had almost lost his sister, and he was so afraid to loose you too. But he knew you were right, it was the best chance you had. He would join you if he could...but he couldnt, he had to rule over the golden kingdom. There was nobody else that could rule it in his place, He had to stay behind..and it ate him alive. He told you that he would always be yours, and that he would always think of you no matter what. And as long as you lived, thats all that mattered to him.

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the dog days are over

[Dungeon Meshi / Delicious in Dungeon, Farcille, Fluff, Overwhelming amounts of love, slight angst, happy ending, Laios best brother, i guess song fic] AO3 Link

Summary: Marcille struggles with letting herself be happy, but Falin is ever so patient and loves her so, so much.

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Happiness hit her—like a train on a track

Coming towards her, stuck still no turning back

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It takes Marcille by surprise—the choked sob of relief that spills out of her chest, finally free from a heart that’s been aching for so long that it’s like she can breathe again. 

She’s so happy—she’s so relieved, she—

She buries the sound in the back of her hand.

Marcille doesn’t want to wake Falin—even as she keeps vigil from her bedside, afraid that Falin might slip into another heart-wrenching coma. She allows herself to grip the blankets draped lazily over Falin’s chest, to brush aside her hair—soft and freshly cleaned, no longer dampened by the feverish sweat that plagued Falin for days. 

Unfortunately, it does wake her. Marcille can’t find it in herself to feel all that bad about it—her fluttering eyelashes, the movement of her throat as she swallows weakly—it reminds her that Falin is alive.  

“Marcille?”

It reminds me that everything’s going to be okay.

“Hey,” Marcille leans on her arm, her cheek resting on her palm. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

Falin is blinking, looking around for something while her hand lazily pats around the sheets and bedding and—ah, she found it—brushing her fingertips against Marcille’s free hand to coax her into intertwining their hands.

“Have you been sleeping there the whole time?”

“Mmm,” Marcille hums. “Maybe.”

Falin’s brows knit together, her lips in a small pout. “That isn’t very comfortable, your back will ache.”

“It isn’t so different from sitting on a desk,” Marcille reassures, rubbing her thumb over Falin’s. “I’m alright.”

Then Falin tugs—ever so softly—enough to pull Marcille forward, “there’s space enough.”

Marcille laughs, “you run far too warm when sleeping. We’ll get sweaty!”

“It’s never stopped you before.” Falin is still pulling, her other hand now reaching for Marcille’s sleeve. It makes her realize that Falin is now much, much stronger than she had ever been before—but not any less gentle.

“Fair point,” Marcille isn’t even fighting back anymore, barely putting in a bite when she scolds her: “but you need to recover.”

“But I’ll recover best like this,” Falin flashes her one last smile before she’s pulled under the covers, with feathered arms wrapping around her. She climbs into the warmth willingly.

It feels different—yet it feels the same as it always has. 

But it feels good —because the warmth that is pressing against her side is one of life—of the living. And Falin is back—and she couldn’t ever ask for anything more—it was more than enough, it was so much more than she could have ever wanted.

And how lucky she must be—it feels almost unfair—to be able to hold Falin again.

To have it all. 

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She hid around corners — and she hid under beds

She killed it with kisses — and from it she fled

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And yet, Falin still had more to give.

“We could have a garden,” she hummed, up to her elbows in the dirt while she readied the soil for planting. Marcille tried not to sigh—it’s going to take her at least an hour to help Falin clean her feathers later—but when she saw Falin wiggle her fingers at the basket of (“ little, cute, baby! ”) mandrake seedlings, the sigh had escaped in full. 

Marcille was out in the gardens because Senshi had delegated the task to her. They’re mandrakes, he said, handing her a squirming wicker basket, aren’t mandrakes yer thing? 

Falin was passing by the kitchen during that opportune moment—she stopped in her tracks, head popping backwards to look at them in unabashed excitement at the prospect of participating in the budding field of monster horticulture. 

And away went Marcille’s will to decline them both—along with her afternoon plans, replaced by the chance to sit by Falin in the dirt to grow vegetables that fought back.

“Well, we already have this garden.” Marcille replied, bunching up her dress to kneel next to Falin. She inspected the plots and, once satisfied, ran a cool cloth along Falin’s brow to wipe away the sweat and grime. 

“Yes, but we could have one for just us two. I could plant the flowers we used to gather back in school,” she looked up at Marcille with bright, amber eyes. “You could uhm—attempt to cultivate changelings?”

It was so casual—how easily she said ‘we’. It made Marcille’s heart flutter and float, closer towards a feeling so wonderful that it scared her a little.

But—”No.” She crossed her arms, feigning annoyance. “No weird plants, Falin!”

Falin laughed, bumping her on the shoulder. 

She willed her heart to still—to ease the thumping in her chest—smothering the embers of hope before they turned into a fire—before they could sting, and sizzle, and hurt.

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With every bubble—she sank with her drink

And washed it away down the kitchen sink

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“Found you.”

Marcille doesn’t realize how tense she is until there are deft fingers on her shoulders, rubbing circles to will the aches and pains away.

“That feels nice,” her head leaned back, into the soft padding of Falin’s stomach. It seems she was caught in the library again—much too absorbed to realize it was past lunchtime. She had strained her vision enough at this point that she could barely understand the text, and was grateful for the reminder to take a break. She felt Falin lean downwards from behind her, setting her chin over the top of Marcille’s head. 

“What are you reading?”

“Laplace transforms.”

Falin made a sound, and Marcille just knows that’s wrinkling her nose. “I thought it’d be something a bit more… magical?”

“Math is magic,” Marcille reached up to hold the arms that have wrapped around her neck and shoulders. 

Falin gasped—the sound of it so dainty that it tugged at the corner of Marcille’s lips. She unraveled herself to take the seat next to her, reaching for the leatherbound book on Izgandan Brewery. “Are you thinking of learning how to make ale?”

“No,” Marcille chuckled at her enthusiasm. “I was interested in the fermentation cycles of the yeast.”

“I’d like to try making ale,” Falin mumbled softly, happily opening the tome to a random chapter. This volume was good for visual learners—there were many fascinating illustrations: every type of still and decanter, amalgamations of glassware that almost looked identical to the alchemy stands Marcille was more familiar with. Falin looked at them in wonder. “A cellar sounds charming, I could even try my hand at wine for you.”

“I would have never predicted your fondness for liquor,” Marcille shook her head, amused. 

“I’d like to try all the different kinds,” Falin admitted, cheeks growing flushed. “My brother and I liked to lay underneath the oak tree of our yard back home.” She looked wistful. “We’d imagine all the places of the world—all the different people and food.”

Falin took her hand, playing with the rise and fall of Marcille’s knuckles. “I never imagined a world where we could finally… just do that.”

Then it hits her—a bittersweet sting of realization. 

Falin is alive—and now she gets to live. She gets to live, and dream, and see all the places she’s dreamed about, and Marcille—

Marcille will have to let her go.

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The dog days are over; the dog days are done

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When Falin kneels down at Marcille’s bedside, brows knit together in concern, mouth pulled tight in a grimace, Marcille realizes something important.

Falin hadn’t left her side—not since she first came down with this fever. Long, tireless days and short nights of respite had caught up to her—Marcille was in no condition to work. 

She felt parched all the time—breathless and uncomfortable while her raging fever refused to break. Falin looked like she was losing sleep over it. She would brush the hair from her forehead, cradle her cheek—Marcille would feel the soothing flow of mana and she would worry—worry—because what if Falin ran low? But that was ridiculous, she thought, she’d have much more than even I did at this point—

“Falin—”

“Hey,” Falin whispered, sweet and heavenly and so thick with affection that it made Marcille’s stomach turn. “Just rest.”

Everything hurt—but everything didn’t, not when Falin was nearby. She tried to reach out with a weak hand, but Falin was already there, meeting her halfway, taking her frail, clammy hand in hers to hold and keep warm. 

When Falin leaned forward to press her lips against Marcille’s burning forehead—before whispering against her hair that it would be okay, she’d stay right here, wouldn’t leave her side—it finally clicked.

Marcille was in love with her. 

She’d been given everything she wanted—and had the audacity to want more.

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Leave all your love and your longing behind 

You can't carry it with you if you want to survive

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“Why don’t you visit?”

Saying it out loud felt like a betrayal to herself. 

Falin was on the visitor’s chair of Mariclle’s office, slouched against it while she pored over a book on Eastern Continent furniture. It startled her—Marcille’s suggestion—but it seems to have been a good kind of surprise, judging from how Falin’s eyes sparkled at the suggestion.

“The Eastern Continent?”

“Yeah,” Marcille nodded. “I mean—with me being stuck here,”

Falin seemed to have frowned a little.

“—and Laios just as grounded—it’d be nice to hear about the rest of the world from you. I know you’ve always wanted to travel.”

Falin closed her eyes as if to contemplate this. Then she leaned back into the plush chair, eyes up to the ceiling. “I did… I do.” Her gaze flickers to Marcille for a moment before faltering again. “There’s a lot to see.”

“Where would you go?”

“Maybe the East?” Falin looked back towards her book.

“I’m sure Shuro–” and Marcille has to force the venom down from words because—no—she is better than that, and Shuro is a good man. “—would be happy to accommodate you.”

“It’s nice for us to be on better terms again,” Falin agrees. “Him and I, and my brother too.” 

“It is,” Marcille muttered and… and she meant it. 

“I’d love to see an Eastern Dragon,” Falin perked up in excitement. “I heard that Laios had to fight one.”

“And lived to tell the tale!” 

Falin had lit up—and to Marcille, the sun might as well have been in the light in her soft, amber eyes. Would it be like meeting family, she wondered, when Falin finally got to meet the Eastern Dragon she was looking for? Do they understand each other as beings who were so much— more . Grander, and wiser, and too big to keep in the constricting walls of rooms and castles, born with wings to fly over all the little people destined to stay rooted on the ground. 

Marcille watches Falin enumerate a concerning amount of trivia on Eastern Dragons—more still about the landscapes they lived in, how beautiful the unforgiving mountain peaks could be. Falin was enraptured—a mirror image of her brother almost—and how could she deny her this?

“I’d bring you so much stuff if I went,” Falin giggled. “Maybe I can make you a shelf?”

It hurts a little— it hurts a lot —but the world is so beautiful and big and she loves her so, so much that she couldn’t possibly keep her from seeing it. 

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And I never wanted anything from you

Except everything you had and what was left after that too, oh

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It takes a month before Falin picks a direction to go. 

They’re in Falin’s room, getting started on putting together her luggage, and Marcille keeps on a brave face because she sees Falin’s resolve falter whenever she looks at her. She isn’t due to leave for another week, but there is merit in being thorough—in making the effort to be prepared with time to spare.

“I’m guessing you can carry the pack even with salted meats?” Marcille fussed, checking small strips of parchment that she had made lists in. They’re seated on the floor, with different articles of wardrobe and magical items strewn about their vicinity. “It wouldn’t be too heavy?”

“I don’t think I’d need too much,” Falin looked sideways, nervously scratching at her cheek.

“Don’t tell me you’re planning to hunt monsters.” Marcille pleaded.

“Okay,” Falin shifted her eyes up to the ceiling. “I won’t.”

And then there was silence—followed by Marcille’s playful whine as she pushed Falin by the shoulder, Falin all sheepish smiles. They laugh a little more—and then Marcille pulls herself closer to Falin, until their knees are pressed together as they sit. 

Marcille fishes something out of her pocket—a small pressed flower, tied with what looks to be a lock of her hair. It’s bound by a small, cloth pouch. A charm—protection.

“You’re doing so much for me.” Falin took it into her hands reverently. 

“Anything to keep you safe.”

“This is amazing.” Falin puts the thin cord of twine around her neck, tucking the charm under the collar of her shirt. She puts a hand over her chest, pressing the charm against her. “And you even helped with something as tedious as the packing.” Falin reached out for her hand again.

“Of course I’d help you.” Marcille happily takes it with a chuckle. “I love you, but I’ve seen you forget too many things too many times to let you pack for such a long trip on your own.”

Falin is… looking at her. She’s staring , with her mouth a little open and her brows slightly knit together. Her cheeks are so, so pretty when they’re flushed like that and—

“What do you mean when you say that you love me?”

Marcille can feel herself return Falin’s blush in full—maybe even several times over. The heat prickles at her skin, making her ears feel warm and skittish. But she has neither the will nor desire to lie to Falin—she never has—and she takes Falin’s hand closer to her, pressing a kiss to her knuckles, pressing another one for safe measure, before laying Falin’s palm flat on the side of her face. Marcille closes her eyes, content to just feel the warmth of Falin’s palm. 

When she opens her eyes again—Falin looks at her like she was the whole world. Every field she wanted to cross, every mountain she wanted to climb, every endless river that twisted and turned and opened out into the sea.

“It means that I love you.”

Falin makes a sound—almost a sob of relief—then she reaches forward and gently bunches the cloth of Marcille’s shirt into her hand and then—and then she pulls.

When their lips meet, Marcille has started tearing up—in joy, in love, in every emotion that she’s ever felt and will ever experience—and she realizes that she could wait. She can wait, however long it takes, as long as Falin would come back to her.

She can wait.

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Happiness hit her like a bullet in the back

Struck from a great height by someone who should know better than that

-

It’s the second time that Marcille wakes her up by brushing her hair. 

Except this time, she gets to watch it happen much closer. Soon Falin is blinking awake, eyes half-lidded and heavy with sleep. Marcille holds her face, and Falin turns to kiss her palm while pulling her closer with the arm around her waist.

The first thing Falin says isn’t good morning, or hello, or even I love you, it’s— 

“I’ll stay.” 

It almost sounds like she’s pleading. 

It makes tears sting behind Marcille’s eyes— because she wants it so bad —but this is also exactly what she was afraid of.

She loves her too much—too much—to hold her back from the rest of her life and the rest of the world. To keep her here, selfishly, when she already got to have more than she deserves. She’s put too many other people through hell and back because she just couldn’t let Falin go —and it’s enough. 

It’s enough this time.

“I can’t do that to you,” Marcille says—loving as much as she was hurting. 

Falin is looking at her with a small frown of frustration.

Marcille plays with the hem of Falin’s shirt, pressing on it between her index finger and thumb. She reaches further, touching the tips of her feathers. She looks at her eyes—beautiful, slitted eyes. “Haven’t I imposed so much on you already?”

“I don’t really understand.” Falin admits.

And that’s okay. Falin doesn’t need to understand it, the anguish of wanting for more but knowing you couldn’t—shouldn’t—take it. Marcille doesn’t want her to ever have to understand it. So she stays quiet, hoping that the moment will pass. 

Falin sighs in resignation. She pulls Marcille a little closer. “I could wake up like this everyday,” she says in a small voice—as if the very same thought wasn’t what Marcille’s dreams were made of.

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The grandeur of Laois’ office—for all its character and odd accentuations—feels empty without Falin. It had always been the three of them—winding down at the end of the day, lifting the weight of a kingdom off their shoulders. But today, they were down to two.

Falin had only just left.

It had only been just under an hour—and it already felt so, so empty. All she could hear was her heartbeat—a beating drum that echoed in the cavity of her chest—alone with no rhyme or melody.

Laois was leaning against the windowsill—facing west, watching the road Falin would be taking by now—and he’d been silent for the better part of their time sulking together.

“When did you get to decide what makes her happy?” 

The words, harsh as they may have sounded, weren’t laced with malice. She knew Laios better than that.

Still—it surprised her. “What do you mean?”

“You kept telling her to go.” He’s turned to face her now. He didn’t look upset—just frustrated, confused. 

“I mean—” she blinked, furrowing her eyebrows, casting her eyes down towards her hands that fidgeted anxiously on her lap. “Isn’t that what I’m supposed to do?”

Laios held his silence to give her space to continue.

“Loving someone—” she waved her hands in awkward gestures, meeting his eyes again, stammering “—letting them—letting them go?”

There was a pause. Then Laios scratched at the back of his head, his shoulders slumping. “Don’t you think it’s a little presumptuous of you to assume that she doesn’t want to stay?”

Presumptuous? A flush of indignance rises in her neck, and suddenly she was on her feet. “I’ve listened to her talk about the world with such wonder, Laios—” she was stomping towards him now “—I’ve heard the excitement in her voice at the thought of seeing it all. I couldn’t—I wouldn’t keep her from that.”

“And did she say she wanted to do it alone?” He crossed his arms, pulling his height over her. “Cause I know what you mean, Marcille, I know what Falin is like when she’s excited. I see whenever I hear her talk about how she wants to try cooking you something new for breakfast—or how much happier she is every time she wakes up in the morning next to you. Yes. She tells me.”

It makes her flush when he says that—but it was no time to be flustered, and she did her best to set her jaw and show him that she wasn’t backing down. 

“Travelling was a dream we had together.” He turns away to look out the window, relenting. “But—don’t you realize there’s other things that she wanted for herself, too?” 

And Laios is staring at her again—his eyes remind her so much of Falin that her heart begins to ache. 

“I know that she tells you about them,” he continued gently.

She does, but then—

“Then why would she go?”

“Why would she stay?” Laios asked her like it was obvious. “Why stay if the whole time she was with you, you would just feel guilty about it?”

“I—”

“You’re allowed to be happy.”

Marcille doesn’t know what to say to that. 

And then she chokes back a sob, falling forward to thump her first against Laios’ chest.

Laois holds her when she begins crying—one of her best friends —the closest thing she’s ever had to a brother —and she loves him so much, this kind and precious man—who has never failed to pull her out of the depths of a prison that no else made but herself—

She thanks him. 

And then she turns on her heel and runs.

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Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father 

Run for your children, for your sisters and brothers

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It was a spectacle, for sure, the sound of the King bellowing out for the guards to open the gates.  

Marcille had commandeered a carriage, leaning halfway out the doorway with Ambrosia in tow while the thunderous gallop of horses battered down cobblestone roads. They barreled through the gates, leaving soldiers in disarray.

She couldn’t have been that far—Falin liked to walk slowly, meandering about to take in the sights and sounds and smells. 

People parted through the thoroughfare once they reached the main road, and Marcille winced—“Please don’t hurt anyone!” she yelled at the carriage driver, but at the same she willed that he would never slow down, afraid that she would never catch her.

How self-absorbed! She wanted to yell—to scream—to apologize to Falin for curling up into a ball of despair everytime Falin asked for what she wanted. How conceited! To think that her self-imposed punishment was more important than listening to her— than giving her what she was asking for!

How—how wonderful . To finally be free to love her—and want her—and need her.

She squinted through the wind, her hair whipping about sharply as the carriage raced into the city. It’ll start getting congested soon, she realizes, and the roads won’t be wide enough to fit all the horses. 

When she finds a break in their speed—much to the driver’s horror—she jumps.

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Can you hear the horses? 

'Cause here are they come

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She’s running now. Her feet hurt and her thighs are burning but it doesn’t matter—she doesn’t care. She’ll deal with them later, as long as her lungs can keep up. The people, of course, are staring—because they’ve probably never seen the Royal Mage run down the streets like her life depended on it.

And it did— by the gods it did.

“Sorry!” she squeals, narrowly avoiding a man carting his groceries. She nearly trips and falls, catching herself at the edge of an outdoor table, surprising the couple that dined there. “Don’t mind me!” She laughs nervously—then sets to running once again. She heaves—and then she smiles, because it’s wonderful—there is laughter and chaos at every corner of this city—of their new home. It’s maddening—the desperation of running after the love of her life—the joy it brings to know that she loves her back—the feeling that the city is alive—cheering her on, leading her right where she needs to be—

And then—there she is. 

Marcille is panting so hard her chest is hurting.

She thought she’d be farther but—but Falin was facing back the way she came, her hand wrapped around the charm that hung around her neck. She could see Falin’s eyes widen, but Marcille made no attempt to slow down, throwing herself forward and ever closer—

Marcille reaches out, grasping at the cloth of Falin’s cloak—taking fistfuls of happiness into her hands—refusing to let go.  

“Falin—” Marcille sobs, throwing herself against Falin’s body. Falin holds her by the arms to keep them both steady before they fall over. She brings her hands to Marcille’s face—wiping away her tears—shushing her gently with a string of words so sweet they tasted like nectar. 

“—I want us to have a garden, and a cellar to make our own ale—” Marcille tells her resolutely. “—I want lazy mornings that start with your—stupidly—beautiful—eyes. Everyday." She promises. "Every morning.”

Falin is smiling through her tears. “Can we stay in on rainy days? I want to cook your favorite food—”

“Yes!” Marcille grins, her watery eyes shining with tears and—and devotion. “—and evenings where I can have you all to myself—”

Falin nods with a laugh.

“—be with me—” Marcille is pleading.

“Yes—” 

“—marry me—” she says through a sob, a laugh—

“Yes,” Falin is whispering against her lips, almost wants to pick her up. “Yes—”

“Stay?”

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fin

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A/N:

Hello! I listened to the song Dogs Days Are Over by Florence + The Machine (YT link to vid) and it destroyed my brain chemistry and i had to write this. If you have the time, pls do hear it! I spent a day or two thinking about Marcille and how I feel like she struggles a lot with feeling like she can be happy... what with everything that's happened with Falin & her friends - how much anguish and pain it caused them when they saw what happened to Falin after her decision to bring her back. I can envision her thinking that she got away so lucky with everything - and that taking anything more would be desiring too much. I looked into the song's lyrics and it's about this person who is confronted by a sudden happines - and they don't know what to do. They run away from it and don't realize that it's good for them, because it's scary and confusing, especially with them thinking they don't deserve it. And I wanted Marcille to be confronted with the joy that Falin gives her in that way - for her to be taken in by surprise, confused, until she realizes that it's okay - it's okay that she wants this - and for her to realize it and grab it of her own will The song goes up and down - it sounds like pockets of melancholy punctured by an urgent need to face something thats good. The last chorus rly moved me, where it feels like the person in the song has come to the realization that this joy is unavoidable and the music swells - and it makes me thinking of running through a city to chase after it - so that's what i wrote it as LOL. so self indugent, even this rambling author's note. this is for some new and old friends: icarus, lyd, toast, tato, homagetoerrata - you have let me spew dungeon meshi in your direction and allowed a space for my introspection and shit and im so grateful for that and in a different way - dedicated to veramoray, who i love and thought about constantly while i wrote what is basically 4k worded love letter to being happy ty - i well and truly hope that you enjoyed!

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but they stay with laios until he falls asleep anyway they barely get any sleep later in the morning themselves.

this is honestly so sweet they r his lesbian parents… AAAAH man laios angst is rlly real. i love farcille sm they are thee understanders TM theyre so sweet,,, theyre probably out here having fun and silly theatre or opera dates … the :3 to me

also also u mentioned chilshi. what r they up to. are they old men yaoi. r they professors or just . job havers. bar owners or smth

oh mah god i havent thought much about chilshi. my beloved old man yaoi. that's ok we're going through my thought process together.

if i were to think about it chilchuck sounds like a miserable medieval history adjunct professor. he's divorced. he sees his daughters like twice a month and they're the reason for his will to live, when he doesn't see them, he hates everything and everyone. he doesn't really like his job. he has tenure. he can do what he wants. when his students ask him if he could repeat the assignment he just says "No." and tells them all to leave his class because lecture time has ended and he refuses to go another minute over. his class exam average is below 40 percent and he doesn't give a fuck. he's waiting for his next paycheck to buy drinks at the local pub.

senshi's a culinary professor. he loves cooking and he loves teaching people how to cook. he's been doing it his whole life. he cooks for the gang during dnd meetings. whenever he's in a kitchen he makes it his own, even if the kitchen doesn't belong to him. if it weren't for him everyone would probably die of dehydration or live on cup ramen and frozen food for entire semesters. he leaves pastries on chilchuck's desk because chilchuck has to mentally prepare himself to help teach a class of 50 uninterested people that do anything but actually pay attention for nearly 3 hours. the pastries are actually what keeps chilchuck going. chilchuck is the one that asks senshi if he wants to go drinking. senshi is a really good listener, chilchuck finds that hot, and tries to sleep with him, but senshi stops him and asks if he could just come over to his apartment and senshi will cook a nice warm meal for him instead and take it slow, because he's a gentleman.

chilchuck actually agrees to it and has a good time. they sleep together but don't have sex, and he wakes up in the morning like damn, i actually have a crush at my big age? that's crazy.

this becomes a regular thing for them until chilchuck can't take it anymore and grabs senshi by the beard and is like "WE NEED TO FUCK. RIGHT NOW." and senshi goes "okay :) after dinner with me first :)" (they have sex).

"how did they get into the dnd club van" falin slapped a bunch of posters around campus with cute doodles and senshi saw it on his way to his classroom. he asked chilchuck if he wants to join sometime in case he's sick of teaching hopelessly unmotivated students. chilchuck thinks about it for a long time but one day when he's so stressed from teaching he joins a meeting and promises it's just "one time only" and ends up becoming a regular.

he brings his daughters to the dnd meetings and marcille is so happy because they're so cute. most of the time they just want to play minecraft and are on their expensive smartphones but they're nice girls. sometimes namari and kabru buy them fast food behind senshi's back when they don't feel like eating healthy.