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Inspired by @marlindotzip 's comics, I've made a Butch Chilchuck AU: Pretty much everything is the same except Chilchuck is a butch woman instead of a man.
Here are my basic headcanons for Butch Chilchuck:
Chilchuck is a he/him butch queer woman and prefers masculine language being used towards him (though he does like being called his children's mother and dislikes being called a man directly).
He is perfectly fine with people assuming he's a man professionally because it doesn't really matter to him (besides, people take him more seriously when they think he's a man, including other half-foots at the union and its easier to only fight one battle for respect than two)
That being said, he is SUPER proud of Meijack for fighting for respect as both as a half-foot and as a “fem” (by Chil's standard) woman in the same field.
Chilchuck has PCOS which is why he has facial hair as both a tall man and as a dwarf. (Though he developed it AFTER the births of his daughters) He has some facial hair and chest hair as a half-foot too, but shaves fairly regularly when possible.
His wife is trans. They were childhood friends because Chil was too masculine to get along well with the other little girls and his wife was bullied by the “other” little boys for being to feminine. Both not fitting the mold of their assigned genders, they became close friends and eventually fell in love.
Chil was a “teen” mom because he and his wife thought her hormone treatment acted as birth control. That little goof resulted in the twins and their marriage arriving before either hit adulthood.
He eventually got top surgery (or the fantasy equivalent) sometime after they had served their purpose because he thought they got in the way at work and added unnecessary weight. He finds his armor is a lot more comfortable now and he has to pack slightly less clothes as an added bonus.
Chilchuck is naturally a very masculine looking woman with a fairly deep voice. He sometimes jokes with his wife that being as butch as he is is the best possible outcome, as his body would probably make a more feminine woman very insecure.
That being said, Mei has a lot of the same traits and is confident and comfortable in her skin, and is proud to look like her mother.
He understands 100% when people assume he's a trans man, but he has done a lot of introspection on that topic (at his wife's behest as she thought he was an egg for the longest time) and he is confident in his womanhood, even if it looks different than most other women's.
He isn't uncomfortable with feminine clothing but is VERY uncomfortable with the questions and comments he gets when he wears it and generally prefers masculine clothes.
(Part 2: How this AU affects party dynamics!)
#i can see chilchuck being a very androgynous name by half-foot standards#as his first name Chil isn't really gendered#and even women have masculine second names like meiJACK and flerTOM#and due to being naturally very androgynous/ masculine even other half foots think he's a man#which he doesnt mind while at work#but gets a little annoying in his personal life#though he cant really blame them#heavily inspired by @marlindotzip's comics#like some of these are taken straight from those comics#more to come#had to add that chil is canonically a teen parent#bc i am obsessed with that fact#also love the idea of his wife being trans#their daughters would have never doubted that there is no wrong way to be a woman#while also knowing that their bodies didn't automatically mean they were women if something didn't feel right.#chilchuck dungeon meshi#chilchuck#genderswap chilchuck#gender swap chilchuck#gender bent chilchuck#genderbent chilchuck#butch chilchuck#fem! chilchuck#butch chilchuck au#chilchuck dunmeshi#dunmeshi#dunmeshi au#dungeon meshi#long post
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she dun on my geon till i meshi
#ダンジョン飯#quirinahdraws#laios touden#kabru#mithrun#marcille donato#chilchuck tims#izutsumi#maizuru#inutade#labru#laishuro#nakamoto toshiro#sketchdump#digital#SORRY THESE R SO LQ I WAS ARTBLOCKED AS HELL LOL#*thinking really hard about manipulative girlfriend kabru from the omake* i think i hauve mana sickness#some1 on twit was like. labru takes advantage of fem laios’s unfulfilled desire for adventure…. i love toxic and doomed Yuri i mean what#THE BELL *hopping up and down* my embarrassing idea is that the BellTM is like. honorary laios accompaniment for the b plot#it starts ringing really aggressively and shuro is like. oh they’re fighting again huh. I DONT KNOWWWWWWW#I CANT DRAW ANY OF THE CHARACTERS WAAHHHH… erm… busting it down ooc style…#waiting for the mithrun au where he becomes a ramen cook slash pottery artisan. ermmm#dungeon meshi#ME WHEN I FORGET THE TAG (yuribrained)
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aaaaa if you’re still taking requests for chilchuck……how bout chilchuck x reader mutual pining…………maybe he stumbles in reader while they’re uhhhh letting off some steam and hears them whisper his name or vice versa……love required babyyyyyyyy
Happy Accidents
!!REBLOGS APPRECIATED!!
Chilchuck x Fem!Reader
A/N: this is short but Chilchuck fans are going insane in my ask box so I wanted to feed y’all a little
warning: masturbation, grinding, fingering, afab reader
Chilchuck hadn’t been expecting you to be so easy to befriend. You had just joined the party and everyone already adored you. Chores weren’t a problem, you got along with everyone, and pulled your weight during fights. You were also an absolute sweetheart that always made sure that everyone was happy and healthy.
It would have been hard for him not to fall in love with you. As the days turned into months, he started to feel his chest ache when you were gone for more than a few minutes, and couldn’t stop “accidentally” brushing against you. It was a bit embarrassing how hard he got just from the sight of you wearing your nightgown when it was time to go to sleep…
One night, as everyone else went to bed, he found himself unable to sleep. Chilchuck had been feeling restless and horny all day since he caught a glimpse of your nipples when your white shirt got soaked by an undine. He huffed as he sleepily stroked his cock, staring at the ceiling.
“M-Mmph…”
His sensitive ear twitched at the faint sound of someone’s muffled moan. For a second Chilchuck wondered if it was Laois with another stomach ache from eating something strange… but the voice was soft and feminine, a slight whine to it.
He gulped, inching closer to the sound, his cock twitching when he heard it again. “Ch… Chilchuck…”
It was you, your back to him and your hands dipped below your blanket. He could her the sound of your playing with your pussy, moaning out his name.
“(Name)…”
You jumped at the sound of his voice, about to panic and scramble to apologize, only for him to pin you down, his red face hovering over yours.
You liked him, at least enough to touch yourself and think of him while doing it. That was enough to have him pushing your panties to the side so he could slide a digit into your needy cunt. “Wanted me?”
The usually calm and collected Chilchuck was now sloppily grinding against you as your tongues danced with each others, his mouth the only thing keeping you quiet. It wasn’t long before you were silently begging him to fuck you, needy tears in the corner of your eyes.
The night was spent with his cock buried deep inside of you, and the rest of the part wondered why the two of you looked so tired, yet satisfied the next morning.
You were now holding his hand… and he did nothing to pull away.
#chilchuck smut#chilchuck x reader#chilchuck x you#chilchuck x y/n#requests open#x reader#anime x reader#reader insert#smut requests#anime x chubby reader#chubby!reader#chubby reader#plus size reader#x reader smut#smut headcanons#smut fanfiction#smut fic#dungeon meshi#chilchuck dungeon meshi#fem reader#fem!reader#female reader#dungeon meshi smut#dungeon meshi x reader#delicious in dungeon#delicious in dungeon x reader
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HOME (TO THE OL’ BALL AND CHAIN)
(OR, THE PIÑA COLADA SONG)
Pairing: Chilchuck Tims x Fem!Chilchuck's Wife!Reader
Word Count: 2,499 words
Warnings: None
Summary: Five years after leaving your first and only love, you take the plunge into the dating scene – and immediately regret it. Maybe you're too picky, but none of the men you go out with seem to fit the bill; they're too non-committal, or too eager, or too happy, or too sad, or simply just too much ... so after a particularly bad experience, your youngest makes a last-ditch effort to set you up on a blind date with someone who she insists deserves a chance.
You reluctantly agree.
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DATE #1: CASUAL LUNCH
Estranged husband — 1
Estranged wife — 1
Everything left unsaid — as desired
There’s bacon grease on his shirt.
You can see it underneath his collar, round fingerprints staining the pale linen grey, and when he leans across the threshold into Fler’s home all you can think about is laundry day at the end of the week.
It would be rude to admit that out loud, though.
“Thank you for walking me home,” you say.
“When can I see you again?”
“I don’t know.”
Abelwood teeters forward still. “Well, don’t take too long, hear? You ain’t gettin’ any younger.”
Laughter erupts from the beer in his gut, and you laugh along with him. Abelwood is a rowdy drunk, you’ve learned, which is better than a cruel drunk or a lecherous drunk. It is not the kind of drunk that you are used to bringing home, even if he is only brought to the front door, but –
You smile, regardless.
“Goodnight,” you bid, closing the door inch by inch, your last bit of energy disappearing with the click of the lock.
You hold your breath. It takes three minutes and thirty-seven seconds for the man to leave your front doorstep, and you wait thirty more seconds after that to peek through the window, verifying that he is far enough away before resting your forehead against the door with a groan.
“Oh, boy.”
“I’m too old for this, Fler,” you mutter into the wood. “He was awful.”
Flertom lets out a sigh and closes the distance to squeeze you in a hug, pressing her cheek against your back like she’s done ever since she grew tall enough to do so. “I’m sorry, Mama,” she says.
“I’m sorry too.”
As you pat her hands and turn around to smile wryly at her, Puckpatti pipes up from the middle of the living room.
“He was a pig,” she exclaims. “Calling you by your first name! And he wasn’t even that handsome!”
“Looks aren’t everything, Puck,” you reply sharply, and she pouts, squeezing the lump of clay in her hands until it squishes out between her fingers. “He was a pig for the way he acted.”
“Well … that too.”
“He also smelled like one,” Fler says.
You detach yourself from your daughter to loosen the belt at your waist, frowning down at your dress and nice leather shoes. The dress feels just about as worn out as you do, the fabric soft and droopy from the humidity, the sunshine-yellow color less vibrant than it had been earlier this evening. The man had spilled beer on the floor of the bar and your shoes still look slightly sticky. Peeling them off just reminds you of the way he had laughed.
“Fler,” you say, “get me a wet rag, would you?”
“Sure, Mama.” Flertom turns to Puckpatti. “Puck, get a wet rag.”
“My hands are all dirty!” your youngest protests, showing her grey palms. “Mei’s closer to the water bucket.” She points to Meijack, who you now notice lingering by the kitchen.
Meijack blinks slowly, then silently fetches a rag, wets it, and brings it to you.
“Are you gonna keep trying, Ma?” she asks while you scrub the heel of your left shoe. “All these guys seem to be wasting your time.”
The chuckle that leaves your mouth is short and dry. “After this one, I don’t think so.” You glance up at your daughters and smile, straightening. “Maybe I should just take you all out on a girls’ date next time, huh? Forget about men for a little while.”
Meijack shrugs. Puckpatti nods eagerly.
“I just don’t know what’s wrong,” Flertom frets. “I’ve seen most of them at work before, and they seemed nice enough even when they were drunk …”
You shrug hopelessly and cross into the living room to sit on the couch. “Maybe it’s me.” As you lean back into the cushions, Meijack and Flertom join you on either side. “I’ve only ever been with one man my whole life. Maybe I don’t even know what I want …”
There’s a moment of silence. You look up at the ceiling of Flertom’s home, rubbing your temples and willing your frustration with yourself to not spill over while your daughters are watching. How embarrassing. Here you are, their mother, who is supposed to show them an example of a happy relationship, only for them to comfort you after another failed date. It should be the other way around. Half-foots don’t live long enough for things like this; your own mother had told you when you first left him that you should’ve just sucked it up.
Finally, Flertom speaks up. “Mama,” she starts, hesitant, and you look over to see her playing with her fingers, “Do you really want to date someone?”
“It’s been long enough, don’t you think?” you answer.
As you say so, a name resurfaces in your mind, unbidden, and the face that belongs to it. Your jaw tightens and you look down at your hands.
“Well … um … Papa wrote last week, and he said that he wanted to talk to you sometime. Just a little bit.”
Your tone hardens. “And what does that have to do with me dating, Fler?”
She flinches and her lips push out. “Come on, Mama! It’s been years, and after everything he went through, I really think he’s better now! Don’t you at least want to talk to him? You were so in love with each other before he started adventuring, and now that he’s retired from it …”
You hold your hand up, and her jaw clicks shut.
“I know what you’re getting at, Flertom,” you say quietly. “And right now is not the best time to bring up your father.”
Your daughter deflates, her cheeks rosy. “But –”
“I mean it.” Standing, you heave a deep breath and examine the cluttered workstation that Puckpatti had set up on the living room table. “Puckpatti, make sure to clean up after you’re done. I’m going to bed.”
While the girls mope, you head to your bedroom, doing your best to occupy your thoughts with work at the blacksmith’s tomorrow. You think about the chain mail you’re supposed to be making, the little metal rings to form and weave together, and hope they’re what you dream of, not self-absorbed dates or unwanted kisses.
You blame Flertom for the auburn hair and hearty laughs that plague your night instead.
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A week later, Puckpatti accosts you as soon as you walk through the door.
“Mama, I found a man for you!”
“Oh?” you reply blandly, hand still clutching at your chest from having the living daylights scared out of it. “Who is it?”
“That’s a secret! But he’s really nice, I promise.”
Sighing, you remove your vest. “I don’t know, Puck. How did you meet him?”
“He bought one of my clay sticks.” You can’t stop yourself from frowning, despite your desire to support your daughter’s entrepreneurial spirit, and she giggles. “Oh, please, Mama, he didn’t believe my pitch. I think I just charmed him into buying it. He seems really clever!”
“Are you sure he wasn’t interested in you?”
She makes a disgusted face. “Eww! No, I told him about you and he seemed interested.”
“Oh, really?”
“Mama, you’re a catch. Of course he’d want to go on a date with you.”
“That’s sweet of you to say, honey.” You glance at her before heading to the kitchen to put away the bread and cheese you’d bought. “Is he a half-foot?”
“Maybe.”
“I thought I’d met all the half-foots in Kahka Brud.”
“Maybe he just moved here.”
She looks up innocently when you raise an eyebrow at her. “And you’re sure I’ll like him,” you drawl, more suspicious by the minute. (Of what, you’re not quite sure.)
“Positive.”
It is incredibly difficult, you think with equal parts pride and concern, to say no to your youngest daughter. It’s probably why you worry about her the most. “This is the last date I’ll go on, Puckpatti. It will be on you.”
Puckpatti cheers. She hugs you as you chuckle at her enthusiasm, jumping up and down. “Yay! I’ll get a time and day that’ll work best. It’ll be great! You’ll love him!”
“For your sake, I hope so.”
—
The day arrives with a mellow sun and clear sky.
You wear your green dress with the floral details, and Puckpatti picks a necklace to go along with it, a thin, simple one that you haven’t worn in years. Flertom does your makeup and Meijack does your hair.
And as you sit in a corner of the tavern fifteen minutes early, hands nervously clasped in your lap, you wonder, just as you have with every date prior, what you’ve gotten yourself into.
Maybe he won’t show up. It would be improper, and juvenile, but then you could go home and say that you did try. Your desire for a new romance has all but dwindled completely, and as you trace the scratches on the wooden table, you wonder if it was even a desire at all.
Footsteps approach from behind. You can tell they belong to a half-foot by the weight and sound – light and small – as they come around to the other side of the table. Your shoulders tighten. Forcing a smile, you look up.
Your heart promptly surges upward into your throat before plummeting to your toes.
Chilchuck gawks down at you, eyes wide. His mouth parts to utter your full name, and you feel your lungs squeeze at how it sounds coming from him, soft from years of disuse.
“You came,” he says.
“Chil – Chilchuck.” His name is ashy and sweet behind your teeth. “What are you doing here?”
He furrows his brow. “What do you mean? The girls said that you were willing to meet up.”
“No, I’m meeting with one of Puck’s customers.”
“What? That doesn’t …” he trails off, and the two of you seem to realize the same thing at the same time.
You bury your head in your hand as Chilchuck grits his teeth.
Those scheming …
“I’m sorry they dragged you into this,” you mutter as you get up from your seat, your voice cold and flat. “I’ll be going now.”
His head snaps up. “Going? But –”
You hurry past him, dodging the hand that you know has reached out for your own.
Home is a ten-minute walk away. You can clear your head in that time, then scold your daughters for meddling, though it’s partially your fault for not questioning Puckpatti about your supposed date more thoroughly. You just didn’t think that they would try something like this.
(Or that Chilchuck would bother to go along with it.)
You pull the door open with some effort and rush out into a downpour of rain.
Your hair gets drenched before you backpedal with a yelp. Pressing against the wall underneath the awning, you look out helplessly at the soaked streets, their gutters already filling with water and debris flowing down the incline. Is … is that a drowning rat?
The storm’s earthiness floods your nose, late in its prediction by half an hour. Just your luck.
You fumble with the clasp of your necklace to remove it, not wanting to get it wet. While you struggle, the tavern door creaks open behind you.
“So you don’t even want to talk. Even after all these years, you’re going to walk away again.”
“Do you know why I walked away the first time?” The damn thing won’t unhook. You scowl, the presence at your back making your usually nimble fingers clumsy.
“No,” Chilchuck says. “I don’t. Not for certain.”
“That’s why.” With each failed attempt to separate the rings, your fingertips grow sorer, your throat thickening. He’s too close. You hate how he’s watching you fail such a simple task. “You stopped knowing, Chilchuck. That’s why.”
Underneath the sharp sound of rain, you can hear his breath hitch, then quiet.
You bite your lip and let your arms fall to your sides, giving up on trying to take your necklace off. Your chest aches. You don’t want to cry in front of him.
“So, there, we talked like you wanted.”
He stops you before you can step out into the rain.
“Wait. What … what about your necklace?” he asks hesitantly, like it’s not what he really wants to say, but merely a way to stall for time.
This time, you look over your shoulder at him. “I’ll dry it real well once I get home,” you reply.
Chilchuck’s mouth presses into a fine line. He grabs the cloak folded over the crook of his elbow, and it is then that you notice the bouquet of blue and pink flowers in his other hand. The ache in your chest flares into a raw, pulsing hurt.
“I’m guessing you’d rather not have me walk you.” He speaks evenly, holding his cloak out towards you. “It’s not completely waterproof, but keep this over your head, at least …” his voice quiets, “please.”
Wordlessly, you take the garment from him. The inner lining is warm against your skin.
“I’m sorry,” he tells you. “For not knowing.” His fist tightens around the flowers, and he stares at you resolutely. “I want to again, if you’ll let me.”
Ah.
You swallow. “I … I don’t know.”
“It doesn’t have to be today. I can wait.”
Breaking eye contact and looking down, Chilchuck roughs his fingers through his hair, mussing it up. The cut is the same as it’s always been, auburn bangs thick and soft over his brow. And you recognize the shirt he’s wearing, a practical, clean wool shirt that you made some years ago. He’s taken good care of it.
It’s all the same. All the same, and yet, something that you can’t quite identify has changed.
You bring his cloak closer to your chest and bite your bottom lip.
“… Give me a week.”
His entire body loses its tension.
“Really?” He looks at you like he can’t believe it, and you avert your gaze, ears warming and moving back the slightest bit.
“Give me a week to decide,” you clarify. “Fler or Mei will let you know … this is really abrupt, after all …”
Chilchuck nods. “That’s fine!” he exclaims. “You didn’t know, so I understand. A week is – a week’s good.”
You nod back, hesitant.
The rain continues its heavy downpour.
“Right … well …” you turn slightly, casting him one last glance, “I’ll give your cloak back, regardless. Don’t get sick.”
“Okay. Stay … stay safe.”
With that, you wrap yourself in the thick fabric, rushing out of the safety of the awning. The run back home smells of woodsmoke and thyme, and when you open the door to three guilty daughters and three apologies, it lingers.
You hang his cloak near the fireplace. It’s evidence of a weak resolve that you stay until it’s dry, and even more damning that you know your answer long before it is.
#dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#dunmeshi#chilchuck tims x reader#chilchuk tims#chilchuck x reader#chilchuck#dungeon meshi fanfiction#reader insert#fem!reader#my emotional support middle-aged divorced father of three.......#throw this guy in a childhood friends to lovers to estranged lovers to lovers fic and see how he handles it#chilchuck's wife!reader let's gooooo
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Too Good for Me
Summary: Chilchuck loves his wife, but he thinks she's too good for him.
Word Count: 1,944
Warnings: a little angsty, maybe ooc Chilchuck, half-foot reader, one curse word, fluff near the end
Within the half-foot community, everyone knows that Chilchuck Tims and Y/n L/n were meant to be. Both of their parents having lived close to each other, the once small children grew up together.
Playing tag as small children, turned into shy hand holding and blushy kisses. Chilchuck adored Y/n with all his heart, nothing could stop him from coming home to her, not even the dark dungeons he found himself in. While Y/n believed that Chilchuck was her whole world. Having loved him since they were kids, Y/n only wished for her Chil to come home safe and sound to her.
Their love continued to bloom throughout the years, having married young and created a family, the Tims couldn’t be happier.
Chilchuck loves his wife. He’d do anything for her, he’d do anything to keep her happy and smiling. Shining like the sun, even if it meant she’d shine with someone other than him.
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Y/n could tell that something was bothering her husband.
It didn’t take much, especially since he was so easy to read. She watched as his brows furrowed and his nose wrinkled. His lips were slightly downturned as well, completing his ‘mr grump face’.
With careful footsteps, Y/n approached the chair her husband was currently occupying. Once behind, she slid her arms around his shoulders and kissed the side of his head, “Good evening, Mr. Grump, would you happen to know if my husband was available.” Having felt the slump of his shoulders and hearing his defeated, albeit amused, sigh Y/n knew she temporarily soothed the twister of thoughts running through his mind.
“I’ll ring him in for you Mrs. Y/n.” the auburn haired man jokes, before turning his gaze to catch the loving eyes of his wife. “Hello sweetheart.”
She pecked his lips lovingly, “Hi lovie. Is something the matter? It’s been a while since the ‘grumpy face’ has come out.” Y/n voiced. A wife can’t help but be concerned for her husband, especially since he works dangerous jobs just for them.
“Everythings fine, just thinking about a request of some sort.” Chilchuck smiled tiredly. His mind has been reeling about what one of his party members asked. While departing from the dungeon, Moslie, had caught the small huff Chilchuck exclaimed about seeing his wife after so long.
It didn’t take much, to cause Chilchuck to rant and rave about his wife back home. The group laughed and poked at the pink faced half-foot. Making him swear he’ll bring her to the tavern to meet them. But after sobering up, Chilchuck didn’t want to follow through anymore. His work and his life were two separate things.
He wanted to keep them separate for as long as he could, but knowing that the moment he mentions it to Y/n, her radiant smile will kill all the courage to tell her nevermind and not have them meet at all.
“Anything I can shoulder with you.” Her sweet voice pierced through Chilchuck’s thoughts. Her nose nudged his cheek, her arms still loose around his neck. The phrase ‘with him’ caused his heart to stutter. Knowing that she’d carry his problems with him, knowing that she’d support him with anything. Knowing that she’d be at his side forever, made the decision harder and harder.
Chilchuck would be with her and carry everything with her until their skeletons turned to dust, which is why he wants to keep her all to himself.
Her smile alone makes the sun burn with envy. Anyone would be lucky to have her.
And he wanted to stay lucky.
But knowing that the smallest meeting with his party would cause even the stars to shine brighter with jealousy with how much she’d beam. Chilchuck had no other option but to lift his half of the world into her awaiting hands.
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Chilchuck sat silently at the table within the tavern. He watched as Y/n floated around, speaking excitedly with all members of the party. Even chatting with the wives that they’ve brought along. Her excitement almost made everything worth it.
Almost.
The auburn haired half-foot watched as his Y/n blushed red at something said to her. She then became bashful and her smile turned into something heart stopping. She looked away, before catching the eye of Chilchuck, then looking back again. A mutter of a response before Y/n excused herself for the conversation to talk with another member, luckily a woman this time.
Chilchuck watched with insecure eyes, feeling like his greatest nightmare was happening before him and all he could do was watch. He hated being a part of a scene. Having everyone stare at him, waiting for his next comeback or action. And within the full tavern, that was surely the outcome.
So he drank instead.
Not enough to get him hammered and stumbling but enough to where his wife would always choose him. Enough to quiet the insecurities just for a moment. Enough to trick himself into believing that he was enough for Y/n, that she would never leave. That she’d want to spend the rest of her life with him.
And it worked, until it didn’t. They always came back and it was getting harder to fight them.
So he let them win and kept drinking the night away.
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The walk back to their little home seemed much longer than necessary. Almost like all the paths taken have stretched themselves while two were away. Chilchuck walked the path silent. His head hung low, the alcohol continued to flow through his system.
The half-foot refused to look towards his wife, not wanting her to see his defeated expression. Chilchuck knew since childhood that Y/n was too good for him. That his grumpy and sour nature wasn’t worth her sticking around. He knew that he dulled her and just tonight, his thoughts were confirmed.
She practically glowed all throughout the night. Her bubbly nature was addicting enough, Chilchuck almost didn’t need a drop of alcohol for the night. But her glow, directed at all his party members, made him feel sick. Seeing her bounce and laugh joyously, seeing her blush and dance with them just told Chilchuck that she’d be happier with someone other than him.
How could she love a grump like him? How can she stay and wait for him for days on end? How could she simply be happy?
Chilchuck grumbled to himself, reaching the door of their home. The man made quick work with the lock and entered, leaving it open for his wife that was tailing right behind him.
Y/n walked through and saw as her husband grabbed one of the wine bottles stored in the cabinets, taking a large drink and sitting himself at the table. She watched as he grumbled with himself. As if he was in an argument of some kind.
His body language saying to leave him alone. That he wasn’t in the mood for any human interaction.
But she took a tentative step towards him anyway. She moved her body to lean against him anyway. She wrapped her arm around his head to keep him against her anyway. She wrapped her other arm over his shoulder anyway.
She held him anyway.
And she continued to hold him as he cried.
Chilchuck gripped onto Y/n’s arm, making it so she can’t let go. So she can’t leave. He wanted to push her off, tell her that he wasn’t good enough, break her heart so she could leave and be happy with someone else. Someone who’d make her shine and laugh and dance. Someone who can talk about his feelings. Someone who’d take her on dates everyday. Someone who’d give her flowers and tell her they love her everyday.
Someone who isn’t him.
“You deserve better than me, Y/n.” his voice came out meek. Like it was painful for him to even say the words in the first place. Y/n looked at Chilchuck with bewilderment, not believing he’d even say such a thing. All her love for him was ready to pour out, but the tightening grip on her arm silenced them.
“I’m a grumpy old man, who’s gone all the time. An old man that’s bitter and emotionless. I don’t even tell you I love you. I don’t bring you gifts or flowers. I never talk about work or anything else and you just met my co-workers after 2 years of me working with them.” Chilchuck ranted. His tears continued to fall, voice weavering between words. His hold still tight, no matter how much he believed he wasn’t enough for her, Chilchuck wanted her to stay right there, needed her to stay with him. “I’m a lousy husband and barely a good enough father. You don’t need someone like me holding you down.”
Y/n dipped her head down, lay her forehead against Chilchuck’s crown. She breathed deeply before speaking, “I no longer feel pretty. I’ve outgrown my gowns, and I feel fat. Our daughters prefer their father over me. I think I’m a terrible mother, and they don’t love me as much as they love you. I say home, waiting for my husband because he’s the only thing that makes me smile anymore. But even then, I don’t think I’m pretty enough for him.” She rose her head and turned his until they were meeting eye to eye. Y/n took in his slightly red nose, the tears within his eyes and the water path the previous ones made. Her gaze softened, tears of her own welling up in her eyes, her hand coming up to cup his face, wiping them away.
“But seeing the way he looked at me tonight. Like I’ve given him life, was enough to show me that he loves me as much as I love him.” She leaned down and rested their heads together. Chilchuck closed his eyes, taking in her warmth. “And god I love him so. His beautiful eyes and sweet smile. His warm embrace and powerful kisses. His grumpiness in the mornings, that always softens when I cuddle him. His loving words and sweet gestures. It makes me swoon every time. I love him dearly and deeply. And nothing could change that, nothing could make me stop loving you Chilchuck. Not when we were kids and definitely not now.
“I don’t need gifts or flowers. I don’t need you to tell me you love me all the time. I don’t need to know about work and I could’ve gone a whole lifetime without meeting your friends because all I need is you. You in my arms, your kisses on my lips, your life entangled with mine.”
Chilchuck slowly pulled away, looking into Y/n’s eyes. All he could see was love and adoration, like he hung the stars themselves.
“I love you Chilchuck Tims. And I know you love me. That’s all I need.”
Chilchuck crashed his lips to hers. Pulling her into a searing breathless kiss. Y/n kissed him back just as hard. Trying to suffocate all of his own insecurities to make them die with her love alone. Chilchuck pulled her onto his lap, holding her close as he continued to kiss her breathless.
Within this moment, Chilchuck believed himself stupid for wanting his beautiful wife to find someone else. Stupid to think that she’d even think of going anywhere without him.
Stupid to believe that she didn’t love him the way he loved her because at this moment he’s drowning within her love and he’d die right there.
Because loving her was lucky.
And he was fucking lucky.
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can you pleeeeease post your dm sexuality/gender hcs on here.... 🥺 i don't have a twitter but i wanna know. it's like a pandora's box to me now i'm like scratching at the door. let me in
heres the link 2 the thread (mild spoilers btw) ill post a transcript under the cut for ppl who dont have twitter
first off i think laios relationship to sex is super removed for like 50 reasons without even getting into his actual sexuality
he grew up in a place with very repressed ideas about sex and has a lot of fear about asserting his presence in situations
his special interest takes precedent over any social interactions he has and the level of closeness he feels towards people
he has a hard time figuring out his feelings towards other people both bc hes autistic and bc he has freaky deviantart fetishes that make sex in his mind a very abstract concept <- this one is me projecting mostly
that aside, i feel like gender-wise hes attracted to ppl so infrequently it may as well be entirely case-by-case
the idea of him being gay appeals to me from the 'raised with traditional values he Does Not fit into/hasnt begun to question it yet' perspective, i lauve characters who put a lot of stock into performing a role thats expected of them and fail miserably for unknown (gay) reasons
from his perspective tho i dont think he would ever really label himself anything. hes going to pride parades in the shirt+shorts Ally Fit to clap for his friends
hes also 'cis by indifference' imo... i love tmasc laios hcs it just doesnt mesh w his personal history to me. i do think hes got some kind of therian gender thing going on (not trans or nb but a secret third thing) but i cant see him changing anything abt his appearance/pronouns to accommodate that post-canon. hes just doin his thang
falin is in a similar boat for gender. i LOOVE tfem falin but the village repression thing has been bugging at me so i dont think i subscribe to it anymore (canon purist sorry) BUT if u hold that hc i am clapping and cheering regardless
instead i was propagandised to a while back and i LOVEEE the idea that being fused w a male dragon and the residual traits she has after being revived have given her a type of gender euphoria she didnt realise she was missing. a little boygirl swagger if u will
sexuality-wise i also dont think she would care to label herself, shes a lesbian by virtue of only being interested in One woman and zero other people. without marcille i do think shes still exclusively attracted to women, and i like to imagine she might experiment around a bit during her travels post-canon (pre-relationship). hearing abt it might put marcille on the news though
marcille is very simple That is a transfem lesbian. she cant get pregnant, shes obsessed w being femme and all that combined w her half-tallman struggles to be seen as 'properly feminine' by elf standards reads very transfeminine to Me. also her bookboy crush REEKS of comphet its not subtle
i think a more comfortable marcy might have the space to experiment w being elf butch like her manga boys but thats mainly self indulgence for me. utena could have saved her
senshi is gay his whole thing is abt not being able to perform dwarven masculinity to a proper standard (soft hearted, not as strong or rugged as his peers) which is like gaycoding 101. also hes a bear. homosexuality be damned by boy can work a grill
adding onto this i rly think senshi got some type of euphoria from being an elf in the changeling chapters. he was feeling himself so much i think he was using it as an outlet to have fun being a little fem and fruity without needing to justify it. do u understand
i dont have any particular opinions abt him gender-wise beyond that. his bulge is an essential part of his character design but i also saw a transmasc senshi a couple days ago that made me nod my head thoughtfully so i could go either way
chilchuck is cis and bisexual this is just canon. not even just his old man crush on senshi altho i do think thats very funny but they put his ass on a cover themed like hes in a dating sim with all the men and women in the cast and then slapped it in front of a chapter called "bicorn". i simply cant pass up that kind of overt signaling. its so fucking funny what else is there to say truly
izu to ME is a transmasc aroace lesbian (this one has the least basis in canon i just know it to be true) shes a little genderfluid with it nd uses he/she i think. i like to imagine she consistently uses masculine personal pronouns to refer to herself either way tho (boku, ore)
i think izutsumis gender/sexuality is entirely secondary in priorities to her body dysphoria. she has a lot of learning and acceptance 2 do before that kind of self discovery is on the docket and in my mind eschewing gender on some level is part of that. get sillay
shuro is cishet but at least he feels bad about it. next
kabru is a transmasc bisexual this is also practically text. his whole thing of being treated like a doll by milsiril to put in pretty dresses, plus i think it would be pretty easy for him to stealth in the west since tallmen are seen as inherently more masculine than elves
(i also think changing genders is just more common for elves. theyre androgynous enough that it wouldnt be hard and like who in their right miiiiind would be the same gender for 500 years. dwarves too)
i think he started presenting as male socially in the west but didnt need to consider medical transition until he moved to a more mixed culture where other races might see him as a woman
i dont have to explain the bisexual part. have u seen him
namari is a butch bisexual this is just canon straight up. shes not transmasc but i think the default settings for dwarven women is like 4 years of T regardless. shes a hit at all the local cruising spots despite her renfaire nerdisms i know this
and just bc im thinking abt em kiki and kaka are identical and kiki is tfem :} theyre both attracted to women but kaka is a sub so i forgive him
THATS ALL 4 NOW theres a lot of characters so i cant have thoughts abt all of them at once but i hope this was good. im right about everything forever as per usual
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I NEED CHILCHUCK+LAIOS WITH A LANA DEL REY CODED READER!!!!!
Recently I've been listening to Lana del Rey's music and it's just.... Ethereal, ethereal and melancholic.
So, I would like reader to have a similar vibe, you know? She looks ethereal, the type of gorgeous that you doubt if she is real or just a hallucination, but also melancholic. Something about her just always looks a little sad and lost in thought.
She's also gentle, like a mother's embrace, she's soft spoken (bonus if she also sings and has a similar voice like Lana)
But if you had listened to Lana's music (which I think you have) she has a ton of slightly suggestive music, so maybe she's also a bit flirty and playfull.
`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ anon you have no idea what you have done to me. i hadn’t listened to her music in depth but now i am HOOKED. AND THIS IDEA WAS SO FUN TO WRITE FOR???? god bless you…….. i hope hcs are okay! i went a little ham on them, lol. even put lyrics i thought fit them in a way! i hope this is what you were wanting, and thank you so much for your request!!! <3
— HEADCANONS: lana del rey coded reader.
୨୧ i’ve got my eye on you. (say yes to heaven!)
꒰ charas: ꒱ LAIOS & CHILCHUCK.
꒰ wc: ꒱ 852
꒰ rating: ꒱ sfw + fem!reader.
✦ once again, sorry if anything seems ooc. i had too much writing this and blasting her music, LOL. and a special thank you to my love jackie for reading over it for me!!! WAHH
— LAIOS: “i can see my sweet boy swaying.”
✦ The first time he lays eyes on you, he has to ask himself if he’s dreaming. Certainly he must be, with the way the world just seems to stop whenever you’re around. There’s an air of mystery there, and when your eyes flit up to meet his, he’s captivated.
✦ It’s not just your beauty that enraptured him; I like to think he saw a depth in you he hadn’t seen before. Maybe he was drawn to the way you always looked almost… wistful, longing… Sad. But there was a beauty in sadness, wasn’t there? The way you still moved about so captivatingly while seeming so far away in those eyes… It was breath-taking.
✦ Laios definitely thinks you’re the most gorgeous girl he’s ever seen. It’s haunting almost, the way your hair frames your face and the silkiness of your voice. The first time you spoke to him, he knew he would beg you to do it again. You’re soft-spoken, a voice that carries so much weight for him. Say the word, and he’s there.
✦ I don’t think anything could’ve prepared him for your playfulness. You leave little ghosting touches down his arms and back when he’s deep in thought, only fueling his speculation that you’re just his imagination. Maybe you even whisper his name, having it bleed from your lips in that way of yours that makes his skin erupt in goosebumps. Press your lips against his ear and hum his name, only to pull away with that grin on your face. Watch as he opens his mouth to say something, anything, cheeks red as he swallows. (I think teasing him would be a lot of fun, especially when he’ll just buckle.)
✦ The first time Laios hears you sing, his head seems to spin. Direct it at him, sing for him, and he might just melt. Maybe you don’t even mean for him to hear you the first time, but now it’s something he longs for.
✦ Aside from the teasing and flirting, you’re gentle. Almost painfully so, your touch too sweet for him to fathom. Look at him with those distant eyes and cup his cheeks in your palms, your sweet boy, and he instantly leans into your embrace. Pull him in, hold him close, maybe even sway just a bit as you hum. I think you’ll really make him feel like he’s dreaming, then.
— CHILCHUCK: “be my once in a lifetime.”
✦ Don’t blame him if you catch him staring. The first time he sees you, Chilchuck falters. Is it possible for someone to be this beautiful? Ethereal seemed to be an understatement, especially when your gaze met his.
✦ We know Chilchuck doesn’t like to let too much show; this man is repressed. Even so, you draw something out of him. You’re deep like an ocean, dark like its depths, strong like the tide. He doesn’t believe in love at first sight, but maybe this is as close as it gets.
✦ He feels like he could drown in you. Your voice, your eyes, your touch. You’re gentle in all the right ways, especially in the way you speak. Chilchuck has heightened senses, and you please every single one of them. When you first decided to talk to him, he couldn’t believe how soft your voice really was. Say his name and he just about can’t take it.
✦ You drive him up the wall when you tease him. You know he loves to hear you speak, and when you let that playfulness bleed into your tone, he’s smitten. Flirt with him and you might just get a red faced half-foot in the palm of your hands. Your embrace is what really makes his head spin. Pull him close to your chest with your addicting touch and he might just never let you go.
✦ Chilchuck longs for genuine affection like this, revels in it. If you give that to him, even just a taste, he comes back for more. It goes without saying that your voice when you sing has him almost gasping for air. How can someone look this gorgeous, sound this breathtaking? Pull him back to reality with you, remind him this isn’t some sort of cruel trick on his mind.
✦ Chilchuck doesn’t like to see your saddened gaze, even if it’s only there in fleeting moments. You’re melancholic, he knows that, and for some reason it just makes him want to dive deeper. Are you hiding things like he is? Maybe there’s an unsaid connection there with that shared knowledge. Chil lets himself go when he’s meeting your gaze, all that emotion he bottles up doesn’t seem to matter when he’s with you.
✦ Going back to your gentle touch, he just about crumbles under you. Imagine how tightly he’s wound, how long he’s craved some sort of connection like he has with you. Chilchuck, when he’s alone with you, lets himself get lost in thought too. But instead of painful memories and the tasks at hand, he drowns in your embrace and wonders how he ever went this long without someone like you.
#⟡ lilia writes! 🌿#WHEE I DID IT!#GOT THIS OUT BEFORE MIDNIGHT!#now time to do schoolwork LOL#delicious in dungeon x reader#dunmeshi x reader#dungeon meshi x reader#laios touden x reader#laios x reader#chilchuck tims x reader#chilchuck x reader#dividers by cafekitsune
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Laios x fem or gn reader where she also enjoys monsters but she also enjoys animals (in the mentally ill way). Which leads to them always chatting about them, like chilchuck will be walking by and he'll hear that female hyenas have a penis. He just walks away thinking "what in the fucking fuck was that!?" I imagine they would also stay up late talking about monsters. :D
(↑The big little man learning that information)
i too am mentally ill about animals i could talk about biology for literal hours
laios/gn reader
content: fluff. autism-to-autism conversation
warnings: casual conversation about killing animals+monsters. mentions of animal genitalia. pretty normal!
"So... what's your favourite monster?"
The sudden question prompted Laios to look up from the delicious aroma of simmering kelpie, probably the one thing to take his attention away from food, while both Chilchuck and Marcille grimaced at what you'd just unleashed.
"My favourite monster?" Laios ponders the question as you nod in confirmation, "Well, Basilisks are pretty cool since they have two heads, though it's thought that the snake head is the actual head."
"Really?"
"Yeah! Since it's cut in half, the snake head lives longer." His smile widens at your interest.
"I wonder what would happen if you cut a two-headed animal in half. Would one head live longer or would they both die at the same time?" You wonder while tilting your head.
Laios thinks about that for a second; it's a pretty good question! He's only seen two-headed calves in his village, and they didn't live long after birth.
"I think it depends on where it's cut since two-headed animals aren't supposed to have two heads and Basilisks are born that way," he concludes with a nod to cement his statement.
"That makes sense! It probably depends on the animal too; it would be harder for a larger animal like a calf to live longer than something smaller; like a snake," you say.
It appears Marcille has since lost her appetite and absconded from the area to avoid any more of this conversation and tucked into her bedroll, praying to whatever spirits can hear her you will stop soon. Chilchuck is more morbidly fascinated by what you two are talking about. He didn't even know animals could have two heads, and he hopes he never encounters one. Two-headed monsters are enough for him.
"No one can seem t' decide where th' 'ead begins n' ends," Senshi chimes in while preparing dinner.
"So are Basilisks your favourite then?" you ask Laios.
"Huh? Oh!" Laios perks up, reminded of the original question, "They're cool, but not my favourite," He taps his finger to his chin, once again in thought, "I'd have to say Wargs are my favourite,"
You smile at that." Wargs are so cute! They remind me of hyenas or bears, with their big, boxy heads and bulky bodies.
Laios is stunned for a moment; never in his whole life has he heard someone describe Wargs as 'cute'. He'd sooner describe them as 'cool' or 'ferocious'; does that mean you think bears and hyenas are cute too? He could understand bears. They look fluffy, though they also have those big claws. What other things do you think are cute?
"Yeah, they kind of are; they remind me a bit of my dogs back at my village," he says. "They also have really soft fur,"
"Wow! I wanna pet a Warg!" You clap your hands together in delight. "It'd probably bite my hand off, but it'd be worth it."
Warm laughter falls out of Laios' mouth before he can catch it. "Maybe we can find one and pet it together sometime."
Your face breaks into a grin as you sit closer to Laios. "Sounds like a plan! Hey, maybe they're really social, like hyenas."
Laios has to clear his throat, so anything he wants to say doesn't get stuck in there, as a flush rushes to his face. "I don't know that much about hyenas... I've only seen pictures."
That moment is when you really light up. "Oh! They're so cool! Especially spotted hyenas; they're the biggest ones, and they're also called bone-crushing hyenas since can break bones with their bites," and off you go.
"The females are larger than the males, and it's a matriarchal society too! So even the lowest-ranking female is still higher-ranked than the male. Even their penises are bigger!"
Laios watches you share this information with wide, wondrous eyes. "Wait, their penises?"
"Oh, well, it's not a real penis," you correct yourself. "It's just the clitoris enlarged, but it pretty much acts like a real penis. They mate with it, pee through it, and even give birth with it!"
A pause
"... How does that work?" Laios asks.
"Well-
At that point, Chilchuck silently excuses himself to his own bedroll. He doesn't need to know the details. Birth is excruciating enough as is, but with a- no. No. He shakes his head to get rid of the terrible thought.
Senshi seems interested in listening, though.
#laios x reader#laios touden x reader#dungeon meshi x reader#spellcheck keeps telling me to use american english sorry im not american...... looks away
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HI IT'S EAVESDROP ANON YOU GAVE ME AN IDEA what if izutsumi and reader faced the succubi together, and izu sees that one of reader's succubi looks like chilchuck !! maybe she promises to keep it a secret, but also talks to reader about it? bonus points if izu and reader have a sort of unspoken mother/daughter relationship :')
to the grave
…ft! chilchuck x fem! reader, izutsumi & reader
…tags! headcanon format, slight suggestive points, motherly reader
…wc! 623
…notes! give it up for One Whole Request Complete omfg. sorry for how short it is eavesdrop anon it’s been a rough few weeks for me 🫶 this is absolutely not my best work, but i did what i could!
“Come on… I know you always thought about how I’d look underneath you.”
Hearing the words come from his mouth renders you still. It’s his face, his voice, yet completely wrong.
You had thought he had somehow recovered and came back to help you, but of course it isn’t as easy as it appeared.
You’re lucky to have Izutsumi with you. If it weren’t for her pushing you out of the way to claw at the succubus, you probably would have dropped all pretence and leaned down to where you had Chilchuck – or the succubus, rather – pinned to the floor to kiss.
Still, you can’t miss the look of absolute disbelief she gives you.
Silence fills the air as the succubus is reduced to nothing more than slob on the floor. You refuse to look at what, to you, is eerily similar to Chilchuck’s visage. Disturbingly so. For just a second, you consider reaching out to it (him?) again. However, Izutsumi is quick to swat you away.
“Hey, we have a mob incoming,” she tells you. You are about to retort, interrogating if she even felt remorse for hurting someone that looks like your ally, but Izutsumi’s quick to interrupt. “We’ll discuss this later.”
She leaves your side. Preparing your weapon with a deep breath, you prepare to fight off the waves of succubi ahead.
It’s only when you and Izutsumi assemble all the bodies of your allies does she finally speak up.
She really isn’t interested in the ‘hot gossip’ like Marcille would be. In her own rough way, Izutsumi is more just expressing worry for you.
She doesn’t overall react to the fact it’s Chilchuck that you saw. It was just sort of an “Oh!” before she remembered that this succubus will steal your life force.
“So, you just wanted to protect me?”
At your conclusion, Izutsumi growls. She faces away from you as she drags over a succubus to drain into Senshi’s pot.
“When you put it like that,” she grumbles, “it makes it sound all virtuous and sappy.”
You laugh, reaching over to pat Izutsumi’s head. “I appreciate it very much, thank you Izutsumi.”
Maybe it’s the fact she just had to confront this ‘mother’ the succubi took the form of, but the cat girl feels at ease when you show affection to her. She sighs, giving up on the argument quicker than she normally would.
That is to say… she wouldn’t not tease you.
She’d hand you some of the milk, poured into a bowl. “Here, for Chilchuck.”
Your face contorts in confusion. “Why me?”
“So you can get all close and intimate and stuff.”
“Izutsumi.”
She wants to support you both! She just… doesn’t really care.
The party has woken up, and by now Marcille has spoken up, “what were your succubi like? Laios? Oh, what about yours?”
She turns to you, her green eyes glimmering with curiosity. Cheeks and tip of her ears flushed, it’s hard to miss what exactly she’s on about.
You sheepishly laugh anyway, your mind recalling the lowered eyelids, the words spoken to you by the succubus. “I don’t know if I…”
“Hey, don’t pressure her to say things like that.”
Chilchuck’s voice cuts through the air, and makes you jump. He’s at your side, shooing Marcille away. “That stuff’s usually private for a reason. If she wants to say, she will.”
It doesn’t go unnoticed how Chilchuck doesn’t say a word when Marcille instead asks Laios for details on his succubus, though.
Though you should be glad Izutsumi isn’t awake to see this. If she was, she’d be rolling her eyes and bemoaning how nauseating the pining was to herself. So, maybe taking things to the grave is for the better.
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Do you think Chil will be against the idea of having kid(s) with reader? Since he already has three daughters
would chilchuck be up for more kids with reader?
this is a question i've been wondering myself, since chilchuck already has 3 daughters, would he be up for more kids? my answer to that is no for the most part, but it can happen if given the right circumstance.
now beware below as there are manga spoilers, mentions of chil's wife and children, and etc, an afab and fem reader is in mind but anyone can read.
ngl i got a liiiittle too crazy with this im sorry but he's literally my fave lmaoo.
i feel like he wouldn't want any more for a couple reasons.
for one, you have to look at why he doesn't see his daughters, his wife basically left him due to not being able to be there for her emotionally (hell maybe even physically), and i wouldn't say he changed much after, in fact i feel like he's a tiny bit more closed off than before because of it, undoubtably he regrets not being able to be there for her, especially at the expense of not being able to see his daughters.
years pass by and he meets reader, things happen between the two of them and he ends up falling for them, fast forward to now, reader brings up the idea of children, now.. where do we go from here?
i personally don't think chilchuck would want to have another child with reader because of the fact that he hasn't seen his own daughters in years, he didn't even have the chance to watch them grow up, it would be unfair to them.
another reason is that he fears reader will leave him for the same reasons his wife left him, he fears that he might not be able to truly be there for reader, and thus, having them leave her for the same reasons.
but what if he does end up wanting to start a new family? i mean, there are plenty of men who have children with multiple women, whats so different?
in this scenario, reader and chil have a son, because why not, plus i imagine him as the type to always want a son.
i figure he'd be the type to want to meet his daughters first before he can be content with wanting a new child, i feel like they'd be happy for a new sibling, especially a younger brother.
most people would write his wife off as being jealous but honestly in the best case scenario i don't feel like his wife would care, i mean, she wouldn't want anything to do with him, and i feel like she wouldn't care in a "what he did to me he'll probably do the same to you" way.
and once he officially comes to terms with having a new kid, and possibly marrying reader, then a deals a deal.
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So a post made by @deszczowedni of Fem! Labru where they mention Fem! Laios being a single mom dungeoning and the canon genderbent Chilchuck from the magic mirror extra leaving the party for her family is giving me massive brain rot so have a quick summary of the resulting Single Moms AU that is rotting my brain.
Laios and Chilchuck are both dungeoning to support their families after their respective divorces.
Laios was put into an arranged marriage pretty much as soon as she was of marrying age thanks to her shitty father. While she and her husband were never in love, things were fine for a while and they were both at least mostly content… except Laios is still Laios. She still yearns for life outside the village, still nerds out over monsters, and still has the same social issues even if fem! Laios can mask just a teensy bit better. So, after several years (and the birth of their daughter) her husband’s resentment towards her comes to a head and he divorces Laios and abandons their young daughter looking for a fresh start. And despite knowing she should be more upset, Laios feels more relieved than anything. She saw this divorce as her chance to finally leave her village so despite her family’s wishes and advice she flees with her daughter. She rents a room in a town near the school she encouraged Falin to attend and tries to make things work as a single mother. However, money is tight. Very tight. And the odd jobs she picks up aren’t making ends meet anymore. So with Falin’s help she turns to dungeoning to make some more money for her and her daughter while a few helpful staff at the academy watch her daughter. Fast forward to current day and her daughter is finally old enough to actually attend the academy full time (between 8 and 10 years old since Marcille met Falin when she was 10) but that means money is even tighter as she has to scrounge up tuition but it also means she can spend more time in the dungeon at a time without worrying about her daughter’s safety.
For Chil, not that much changes. Chil is still a middle-aged, union-leading parent of 3 adult daughters. However, in this AU when Chil’s wife left, she didn’t go live with one of their daughters, she disappeared off the face of the earth. This causes their children to begin to worry like mad about her and about Chil as none of them know where the hell she went. As much as a part of Chil wants to go looking for her wife, another part of her is too emotionally constipated to face all of her feelings about her wife’s disappearance and chooses to instead focus on financially supporting her daughters who ARE busy looking for their mother. She feels a bit bad about disappearing into the dungeon when her kids are so emotionally distraught over one mother’s disappearance already so she makes a point to write all three whenever she’s on the surface with updates on where she is and where she will be. Chil still doesn’t tell her party shit except vague mentions of having to stay on top of family matters with no other context.
Laios is the only one that knows Chil has kids but assumes they are about the same age/ maturity as her daughter.
Senshi’s role doesn’t really change, she’s a kindly middle aged dwarven woman who lives in the dungeon eating monsters.
Falin and Marcille basically have the same general backstory too but are just men in this AU. Falin has been dungeoning to support his sister and niece and Marcille started tagging along for both research and Falin.
Izutsumi remains completely unchanged because I find that to be funnier. She’s not even genderbent. She’s just Izutsumi.
Pt. 2 (Name Guide)
Pt. 3 (Laios' timeline)
#More to come#for real for this AU#because unlike Hazbin I have more content to consume to keep my hyperfixation going#(also if you want the tag removed just say the word. I just wanted to give proper credit)#Single Mom Party AU#dungeon meshi au#dunmeshi au#fem Laios#fem Chilchuck#fem senshi#masc Falin#masc Marcille#genderswap#gender swap au#dungeon meshi#dunmeshi#delicious in dungeon#laios delicious in dungeon#dunmeshi laios#chilchuck dungeon meshi#senshi dungeon meshi#falin dungeon meshi#marcille dunmeshi#long post
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Hi!! First of all absolutely love your writting <3 Can I ask for Chilchuck x fem tall Human reader when they both get drunk together for the first time and things get handsy, If you could do nsfw headcanons it would be perfect, thanks a lot!! :D
thank you so much for the kind words, i really appreciate all the support :’D!!!
unestablished relationship + tw: alcohol
<3
it was a few days after laios’ formal coronation, and the party decided to have a casual celebration in one of the palace’s common rooms.
there must be something special in the way they brew royal wine since even chilchuck, the experienced alcoholic, had already been wasted from the 3rd bottle.
your friends was scattered all around, with senshi dozing off on a chair, laios falling into a food coma, marcille and falin mumbling dazily among themselves.
in the far corner, you and chilchuck were drunkenly snickering to yourselves. everything was so groggy and warm, you couldn’t help but laugh and peck his forehead while he was showing you the different bottles and labels.
“you’re so cute. i don’t think i’ve ever told you that.” giggling, you smother him in hugs.
he grumbles, trying to shake off your hold, “stop treating me like i’m a kid!”
“so cute and handsome… always so good with your hands…” you mumble, not hearing a word he’s said as you rub your cheeks together.
chilchuck stops for a moment after that, and he thinks he might’ve sobered up before he starts mouthing your face in a daze. pressing his lips against your soft skin, mindlessly nosing into you with half lidded eyes and flushed cheeks.
you both look crazy right now, warm air and fuzzy tension as you snort at his silent nuzzling, the blush on your cheeks only getting redder.
“i think… you’re pretty… uh, cute too.” he murmurs, making you gasp dramatically. you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and squealed, “stop, you’re gonna make me fall in love.”
chilchuck snickers, not at all minding how he’s nestled on your chest. in a bold act under the alcohol’s influence, he snickers before leaning up to your head, pressing a light kiss to your cheek.
“what if i did this?” another peck, “or this?” another smooch, “in love with me yet?” he teases.
the situation escalated pretty quickly once you decided that it was a competition. simple kisses turned into a full blown makeout session.
you both were riding the highs of doing such a lewd act while your friends were in the room, although passed out.
chilchuck had his knees up on the sofa, hands resting on your hips and waist as yours were on his hair and shoulders.
occasionally, you’d lean away breathless and panting for air while chuckling to each other, not thinking of the consequences that will come in the morning.
chilchuck kisses lazily, fingers trailing all over your body, from your sides to your stomach, and even cheekily poking and prodding near your chest.
meanwhile your hands were busy tugging at his hair and messing it up, your other one busying themselves with running up and down his abdomen, making him shiver and groan into your mouth.
no hickeys were formed though, he only sucked and nipped at your shoulder and neck but it wasn’t enough to leave a mark.
hours later the party woke up to half of your body hanging off the sofa while chilchuck’s face was hidden in your stomach, hugging your waist and cuddling you.
the whole morning was spent ignoring their constant teasing.
#dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#<3 asks#dunmeshi x reader#delicious in dungeon x reader#dungeon meshi x reader#dunmeshi#chilchuck x reader#chilchuck tims
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ur doing gods work w chilchuck x reader hcs
could I ask for something related to like napping together or PDA? I feel like he's easy to fluster
OH MY GOSH YES
So we all know Chilchuck is a grumpy middle aged man that hates sharing information about his personal life, so when he starts dating you, another member of the party, the teasing becomes almost UNBEARABLE.
You’re so sweet, and you want his affection and touch like anyone would in the beginning stages of a relationship, but god this man can’t hold even hold your hand in front of the group for more than a few seconds.
This completely changes when he’s jealous, though.
You offhandedly mention how handsome Senshi is when he takes off his helmet, and since that moment, Chilchuck has kept a hand on your hip, your waist, or in your own hand when Senshi is around. It’s cute, he’s quite possessive of what’s his.
If you decide to be affectionate, he won’t force you to stop, but he will turn bright red and mutter something about how embarrassing you are. Marcille goes crazy every time you give him kisses or hugs.
Oh my gosh this man goes crazy when you hug him. You’re soft, you smell nice, and your body makes his head go fuzzy when it’s close to his. He just… he is in love.
Oh and it’s so easy to give him sneaky forehead because of the height difference. He’s definitely shorter, and you smooch his forehead every chance you get!!
NSFW below the cut
Oh and giving him a sneaky peek of your boobs or undies while you’re walking might actually kill him. One time you gave lifted your shirt, exposing that you weren’t wearing a bra while the others weren’t looking at you could almost hear all the blood rushing to his cock.
He definitely dies from embarrassment when you suck him off right next to the party, trying to keep quiet. You’re such a tease, and you’re way too cute giving his cock soft little kisses before taking it into your mouth.
But he loves you. Even though you tease him and embarrass him, he wouldn’t trade it for the world.
#chilchuck hcs#chilchuck x reader#requests open#x reader#anime x reader#reader insert#headcanon#dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#chilchuck#anime x chubby reader#chubby!reader#chubby reader#fem!reader#female reader#fem reader#f!reader#mdni#smut requests#x reader smut#smut headcanons#dungeon meshi smut#delicious in dungeon smut#smut fanfiction
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Marcille x Fem!Reader - Sick Day
May I interest you in some lesbian fluff?
Chilchuck walked over to the party, his face painted with mild concern.
"Hey, guys. I, uh.. think there's something wrong with Y/N."
Laios looked over curiously and could only get out the words "What do you-" before Marcille cut him off.
"What do you mean!? Is she ok? What's wrong with her?" With each sentence, she got closer and closer to Chilchuck, her eyes wide with worry.
"I just think she's sick!" Chilchuck said, raising his hands defensively.
"Sick!?" She turned to glare at Senshi and Laios. "This is your guys' faults!"
"Huh?!" Laios exclaimed. "How is it our faults?!"
"That jackalope you cooked last night! It was so undercooked!"
Chilchuck nodded in agreement. "Ya. Not your guys' best work."
Senshi looked down in shame and Laios sniffled a little before saying, "Then how are we not sick?"
"Because you two are built different, that's why!" Marcille clenched her fists. "Y/N only ate that meal out of pity as to not hurt your feelings!"
She dramatically turned. "I'll go take care of her."
Chilchuck shrugged. "Try not to get vomited on."
Marcille shuddered and turned to him and quietly said, "Don't you ever say that to me again.." She shook her head and entered Y/N's room.
"Y/N.. are you ok?"
Marcille heard a groan of pain and saw Y/N's sleeping bag shift around. Marcille sighed a little and walked over, gently shaking the sleeping bag.
"Y/N.." she said softly.
Y/N poked her head out and Marcille clicked her tongue. "You definitely got food poisoning."
Y/N groaned and rolled on her side, grumbling and her stomach making gurgling noises.
"Take deep breaths," Marcille guided, her voice soft and gentle. She stroked her hair as a means to help try and alleviate the pain. Due to not having eaten the meal last night, nor had any breakfast this morning, Marcille has no mana to try and heal Y/N. Welp. She'd have to do this the old-fashioned way, then!
"Want me to get you some water?" Marcille asked.
"Wouldn't I just vomit that up?" Y/N asked.
"Oh, well, I.." Marcille thought for a moment. Would she just vomit it up? Marcille actually had no idea. She's never actually tried to help someone feel better without using healing magic (even though she was really bad at it and usually ended up making the person feel even worse with healing-pains).
Y/N stared at her with a waiting expression. She always did get so grumpy when she was in pain. Marcille learned that a long time ago.
"Um.. uh.. I-I'll ask Senshi for some advice! I'll be right back, ok?" Marcille said before quickly getting up and running out.
"Senshiiiiii!!" Marcille called out, panicking a little. "Do you have any advice on how to make someone feel better from food poisoning?"
"Hmmm." Senshi thoughtfully stroked his beard. "Well, don't let her eat for a couple of hours. Try and have Y/N drink tiny sips of water every few minutes or so, to avoid dehydration. After a while, try and get her to eat some bland, nonflavored foods. Like crackers or toast!"
"But we don't have crackers or toast.." Marcille said, hunching her shoulders.
"I'll whip some up. We still have some flour from the orcs-"
"Oh no! Your food caused this, Senshi!"
"Oh, it was one slip up. I only didn't get to cook it properly because you lot were rushing me."
Marcille crosses her arms, considering her options. Well, not like she had any other choice. "Fine... do what you can, please."
Senshi nodded before reaching to his toolbelt and pulling out a ladle. "Here you go," he said and got to work to gather what he needed. Marcille then took to gathering water from the nearby well. "This should be enough," she said to herself, looking at the bucket of water full to the brim. "Maybe a bit overkill.."
She started to waddle back to Y/N's room, doing everything she could to not spill the water.
"I'm back!" she said, plopping the bucket down before letting out a "phew!" and wiping her brow.
Y/N looked over, her face extremely pale.
"Oh dear.." Marcille said, rushing over. "Did you..?"
Y/N nodded a little before glancing over at the corner of the room where there was some vomit. Marcille crinkled her nose, grosses out before looking back down at Y/N, who had let out a whimper.
"I'm sorry I'm gross right now.."
"No, no! It's not your fault. Don't apologize!"
Marcille reached over to rub Y/N's eyes, hoping to wipe any tears away, Y/N leaning into her touch, causing Marcille's heart to flutter. Just a little.
"Well, uhm... I brought you some water. Senshi says you can drink a little at a time.
Y/N nodded and forced herself to sit up with a pained groan. Marcille grabbed the water bucket, lifting the ladle to Y/N's lips.
She hesitated, at first, before softly sipping, coughing a few times and after around 5 sips, Marcille decided that should be enough for now.
"Thank you, Marcille."
Y/N reached out to pull her into a small hug of thanks, getting a squeak of surprise from Marcille, who stayed frozen in place during the entire embrace. Once Y/N let her go, she lied back down, seeming to feel a little bit better. Y/N sniffled a little bit, still a bit embarrassed about the whole situation. She was embarrassing herself in front of Marcille. She looked awful, and the room smelled awful because of when she threw up, and this whole situation was just awful!
And yet...
Marcille still wanted to take care of her. To make her feel better. Y/N buried her face into her arm, wiping away the tears and ignoring the rumbling in her stomach. Marcille really was amazing.
Marcille stared at her for a moment before scooting away to lean against the wall and watch over her.
She watched as her eyes slowly closed, her lashes long, and beautiful, all of her features beautiful, even with her sickly complexion. Marcille doesn't think she could ever, under any circumstances, find Y/N unattractive. It just didn't seem possible.
Y/N's eyes fluttered open again about 30 minutes later. "Can I have some more water?"
"Ya, of course."
Marcille scooted back over to her to spoon her some water. She didn't cough as much this time, nor groan in pain, so that was hopefully a good sign.
Marcille eventually set the ladle down and checked her own vitals for a moment. Her mana was back, only a little. Enough for one, small spell.
She scooped some water into her hands and quietly muttered a magic chant, a very faint blue glow illuminating her palms. She then turned to Y/N, who was watching with enchanted eyes.
"Um... Here. This water has a weak healing spell. It's all I can manage right now." She brought her hands to Y/N's lips, her looked rather nervous.
"I have to drink from your hands?"
"Ya. Sorry, I know it's not ideal, but-"
"No, no, it's fine." She looked down at the water in Marcille's hands, blushing a little. "Really fine.."
Y/N tilted her head back, feeling Marcille's hands press against her lips. That was all she could really focus on, not the water or the magic coursing through her body now. Nope. Just the skin-to-skin contact. Oh dear, does that make her a pervert?!
She tightly closed her eyes, but quickly opened them when she felt Marcille's hand gently touch her hairline.
"Do you feel any better?"
Y/N was too much in a trance to respond. Wow, she was pretty. Eventually, she managed to squeak out, "Y-Ya. I'm fine. Thank you for that, Marcille."
Marcille smiled at that. She loved being able to help people. Especially Y/N. She loved seeing that shimmer in her eyes.
"Glad to hear it."
The door opened and Senshi stood there, holding up a plate of homemade crackers and toast.
"Are you up to eating anything, Y/N?" he asked with a good-natured smile.
Y/N nodded, and Senshi set the plate in front of her.
"Get to feeling better."
Y/N nodded gratefully and began to nibble lightly on some toast.
"Don't eat too much, mkay?" Marcille said, her voice soft.
Y/N nodded, blushing a tad as she looked down at her food. Crumbs dotted her face. This did still kind of upset her stomach, but not as badly as it would have before. Must be that magic at work.
Marcille leaned her head over to look at Y/N. "You doing good?"
"Ya, thankfully."
"Hm?" Marcille gave her a curious look before her eyes softened a little. She leaned over and used her sleeve to wipe some crumbs from her face.
Y/N's eyes widened, and she could've vomited from sheer panic at that very moment. Her touch was so... gentle!
"It's funny.. usually you're never a messy eater, haha."
"Ya, well.. I'm too ill to worry about proper etiquette."
"Yes, of course, I know."
She paused before saying quietly, "Though, you don't have to act so proper around me..."
"What was that?"
"Oh, nothing, haha!"
"Hmm..." Y/N set the cracker she had been eating down. She looked at Marcille, and Marcille looked back.
"What is it, Y/N?"
Y/N hesitated. She should kiss her, right? ...No. She looked ugly, she smelled bad, her breath was awful... These were the definition of the worst situations to kiss someone in.
"Just.. wanted to thank you. For aiding me."
Marcille blinked a couple of times before smiling. "Of course!" She gently took Y/N's hand in her own before gently kissing the top. "I want to make you feel better."
Y/N's eyes turned as wide as saucer's and she froze, the only word she could get out being, "Why?"
"It was just a small healing spell.." Marcille said with a shy smile. "It can only be transferred by the lips."
"A-Ah.. I see.." Y/N paused before smiling at her.
They sat there for a moment before Marcille quickly hoisted herself up with her staff. "Well, I, uh, should let you rest. You get better now, hahahaha!" She slammed into a wall, rubbing her head before laughing again and running out, closing the door with a slam.
"So," Chilchuck said, giving her a knowing look.
"I.. uh.. She... She's fine. She is perfectly fine."
"Are you fine?" Laios asked.
Marcille smiled a little manically before letting out a little chuckle. "Not when she smiles at me like that.. Oh, never when she smiles at me like that."
Divider by @cafekitsune
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fem Chilchuck is just Meijack
finally, yaoi yuri
kabru rlly bein laios's toxic gf qksjsksk 😭
she's everything
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I'm once again using a popular thing to serve as an example of a thing I've noticed that makes me feel deflated and grumpy
The only transmasc headcanon I've seen for dunmeshi is kabru.
Cool but also...very predictable?
But transmascs and/or trans men are more than "cis guy but slightly prettier"
I think of senshi as a trans man but I can already hear the "that's cool babe but hes buff and fat and has a beard so I obviously think he has a very manly unmissable pe"
This isn't a thing unique to dunmeshi it's in most online fandoms.
I'm just starved for common transmasc headcanons that aren't conventionally attractive skinny, baby faced, man. Or conventionally attractive really tall and buff cis passing guy.
I'm pretty short and scrawny but definitely not pretty or hairless.
Not to mention my proportions are "uneven" in a way that's gotten me comments of envy from cis girls my age since I was 11
Skinny but mostly in the arms and torso.
I look more like chilchuck if he had the more obviously tired worn look of his human version... not very tall, handsome or cute of me...
But fuckin hell it's hard to find trans masc headcanons that aren't just "some fem or masc version of an attractive cis person with a twist ;D"
Bleh :[
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