#Kabru’s soft smile
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You guys really need to stop and consider the ways you're talking about Kabru I am dead fucking serious. Like I know that flattening characters is just what fandom does to a certain extent, but Kabru's actual personality is getting lost to the fandom hivemind insisting that he's aggressive/cruel/sociopathic/hateful, and these are particularly concerning takes to see leveled at the only brown character in the main cast day after day. "My poor sweet golden child Laios needs to be protected from this scary brown man" is not a good look! Like, it's very telling that the bulk of the hate and bad faith readings are reserved for Toshiro and Kabru. Everyone else's flaws get to be discussed and validated and forgiven (or erased), meanwhile people are straight making up things to be mad about with Toshiro and Kabru but patting themselves on the back for being smart.
The worst part is how undeserved it all is. I'm trying to lay off anime-onlys because we're still kind of in the red herring stage of getting to know Kabru, but I would still like to gently suggest that even if you think Kabru is up to something, you don't gave to get in the tags of every fan creator's post and bring up how you hate him or You Can Tell he's totally evil. Sometimes I think Kabru's blue eyes give people license to say things about his appearance that they know would sound completely racist otherwise, but referring to his blue eyes acts as a get-out-of-racism free card. The jokes about the dog with brown contacts are getting old, by the way.
For people who have read the manga, it's disappointing. Kabru is one of the most complex and important characters in the story, and if you base your interpretation of him and all your fandom interactions on shallow first impressions you are completely missing out.
I know part of this is because Dungeon Meshi is a comedy, but the story also wants to be taken seriously. For example, it's admittedly really funny when Chilchuck calls Laios "sick in the head", but that doesn't change the fact that the way Chilchuck casually belittles Laios caused him to hide the fact that he was "hallucinating" from his friends for weeks. Those feelings matter.
Like, this
is funny.
But this?
Is not. This is just a very clear example of a brown boy with PTSD. As someone else with PTSD, just looking at this fucking sucks, man.
The only reason why Kabru thinks about killing Laios is because he is in the middle of a flashback. He's struggling through a panic attack. If he truly wanted to kill Laios because he's violent or because he finds Laios inherently annoying, he wouldn't otherwise talk with Laios normally. Notice how he doesn't act this way at any other point in the story- it's just because he's triggered by monsters. Even when he's thinking about his plans to "deal with" Laios later, he's reluctant to actually kill him and only considers it to prevent another tragedy. Despite his deadly skills, Kabru relies far more on "soft" power- insight, persuasion, diplomacy. He's a rare example of a character who absolutely is, or at least can be, manipulative, but seems to use his abilities for good. He's not a pathological liar, he isn't looking down on everyone behind a smile. He's someone who is extremely emotionally intelligent, and he's willing to put aside all his own basic wants and needs to stop the cycle of dungeons devouring humans.
I'm going to cut a potential thesis on his character short and just give some examples of things that fandom should consider about his personality more:
Racism in fandom isn't just about whitewashing in fan art, or using racial slurs. The insidiousness of bad faith readings, reductions to racist tropes, lack of fan content for characters of color, and dismissal of a character's complexity are far more common. You can believe yourself to be completely neutral or even positive about a character and still churn out low-grade bile about them into fandom's collective unconscious. Fandom reflects real life.
And I have been around fandom long enough to see how these behaviors (mostly from my fellow white fans) affect fans of color, how it makes a fandom feel hostile and unwelcome to them. It's fun to make jokes and memes, I'm absolutely not saying that everything needs to be a deeply nuanced take, but we need to be careful that it doesn't veer into toxicity. Please think about how our contributions to fandom come across, and what sort of vibes they cultivate in this communal space.
#Dungeon Meshi#Kabru#Kabru of Utaya#Dungeon Meshi meta#I'm putting it in the tag. I'm making you look at it.#if you come into my inbox to bitch about this just know that people used to send me b*heading videos in there for similar racist reasons#so I will not be impressed#I'm in a fucking time loop someone get me out!!!!#musings with Dea
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Literally right after I saw one of ur Milsiril posts today I saw another person doing a Mithrun analysis with a huge focus on Milsiril only helping him bc of ulterior motives and it makes me sad :( She’s such a soft mum that would teach her children anything. If anything she’s less overbearing than my Chinese mother
What are the arguments? I don't really get what she gets from helping Mithrun. I guess the thing she would be able to get is making him fight the demon.
But like, she's no longer a canary and there isn't really much to hint that's what she wants. This is her part in Kabru's version
My boy really fairy tale-fied his backstory, it just ends with "And from that point onward Mithrun lived only to slay demons. He ate even though he had no desire to eat. He lived on, even though he had no desire to live."
Which is objectively false, in this version it really seems like she lets him live cause he can still be used, but he can't.
This doesn't really look like a killing machine that can be used to fight demons does it. Kabru as usual oversimplified what happened cause as he said "the world doesn't need to know personal things like that"
Again with his timeline vs Kabru's
Utaya started and ended while he was still recovering, 20 years from being saved to being appointed as a captain again. I know elves see time differently but even if we do the divided by 5 that's still the equivalent of 4 years of his life if he was a tallman. I don't think that's a negligible amount of time and honestly I'm happy Ryoko Kui considered that recovery from something so traumatic isn't fast or easy.
I said Milsiril only started to help with his rehabilitation after she retired because of this bit. "Mithrun. I saw a demon in Utaya" the situation from arrival to destruction was at most one year, I can't imagine she was able to leave in the middle of it just to visit Mithrun?
So I always assumed she did it after retiring (perhaps one of the first things she did since she's still in canary uniform)
Even if she left in the middle the earliest this could have happened is 498 so at most from his 20 years of rehabilitation Milsiril was with him for 2. At the most.
To me her smile here is cause she's seeing a way to motivate him to eat
Doesn't really look like someone sinister or with ulterior motives to me, she has her eyebrows slighty furrowed and a forced tight smile. To me it looks like she's worried. The other point is that right before this scene this is what she says
Here she has a soft smile as she remembers that he was someone similar to her. I think she didn't kill him because she saw herself in him, and I think she tried to help him for a similar reason. "It was such a warped, convoluted place built from inferiority jealousy lies and anger" "We might have hit it off pretty well"
She isn't saying that to judge him she's saying that and acknowledging he was just like her. I don't think the fact she relates to him would have been set up right before she tries to motivate him to eat to show "ulterior motives".
If anything I think the ulterior motive she has is that she sees herself in him, and wants to help him to help herself. Which as 'ulterior motives' go I think it's fine.
Everytime I talk about Milsiril I end up with a huge text lmao, I think I might be repeating myself too but I wish I understood the arguments for a sinister Milsiril using Mithrun. I don't really see anything in the extras that could indicate that. And the biggest "proof" is a intentionally abridged version of Mithrun's backstory told by Kabru that ignores all of his interpersonal relationships in favor of a easy to understand cautionary tale.
Oh yeah, and Mithrun's bitchy past self that didn't trust or like anyone saying it,
#ask#anotherdayanotherobsession#dunmeshi thoughts#milsiril#mithrun#longpost#long post#dungeon meshi spoilers#Backstories
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haiii :D anon who requested courting rituals with kabru here !! i meant to imply somewhere like southeast asia , ( although i could totally see kabru being from an area near the himalayas or something , like nepal , since he shares a name with one of the mountains ) but i intentionally tried to specify it reallyy vague so anyone could relate ! (๑>◡<๑)
but to be fair , i dont really think dungeon meshi really mentions the southeast much or even at all ?? (｀_´)ゞother than the mention of toshiro being from the eastern archipelago , so i'd imagine reader would be from one of the various scattered islands there towards the south ? :0
( also if you need an example , some traditional courting where i'm from is something like meeting the parents and asking for permission to pursue , handwritten letters , meaningful conversations , various gifts like flowers , and serenading ! plus just genuine respect and a willingness to wait ^_^ even though im pretty sure kabru would get a bit impatient sometimes ehehe )
i know it sounds like something pretty simple but even the little things can go a long way ٩(^‿^)۶ !!
suitor
…ft! kabru x male! reader
…tags! courting, mentions of marriage, meeting reader’s family, reader is from an unspecified place outside the island, dancing, mentions of having kids
…word count! 2025
…notes! tried to make these imagines broad but not extremely so, and some of these courting gestures do have a little kabru flare to them because he’s like that. feedback is greatly appreciated, because i want to make sure my writing is accurate to each request!
Kabru isn’t someone I’d see dating casually. Sure, he frequently uses his charm to sway people’s opinions and get them on his side, but I don’t think he’s really been in a proper relationship before at all. So if Kabru’s pursuing you, it’s for keeps.
Family is a really important thing in courting/marriage culture all around the world, so trust and believe that one of the first things he does is try to get on good terms with your family members.
Don’t underestimate the man, he will somehow deduce the mailing addresses of your immediate and extended family and immediately started getting in contact, saying he was a friend of yours and telling them about the time spent with you. Pretty quickly after that, your family starts sending you letters telling you that you should’ve told them about that lovely young gentleman you’d met sooner.
“Kabru?”
Arms crossed, you did your best to remain steadfast even as your companion looked at you with soft eyes and a gentle smile.
“Yes?” His response was laced with false innocence, but you knew he knew. He just got a kick out of hearing you say it yourself.
With a sigh, you would slump your shoulders and ask, “how did you find out the mailing address of several of my family members?”
“Oh, that was just a coincidence,” the man lied. “Remember when one of your packages got misdelivered to the tavern? The return address happened to stick in my memory, and I got curious to learn more about your family. After all, they contact you quite a bit, and I was curious about your relationship.”
Despite your lack of a headache, you rubbed your temples with your index and middle fingers to express your exasperation with the man. Kabru was great, he really was, but sometimes he confused you greatly….
“You could’ve just asked, you know that?”
The close-eyed smile he gave you in return let you know that you probably hadn’t gotten through to him much.
“I just thought it would be a nice surprise, don’t you agree?”
He might not express it much outwardly, but deep down, Kabru is really worried about being good enough to obtain the blessing to pursue you. That’s why he tries to cover as many bases as possible to be the best possible suitor for you.
When he does get to meet your family in person, he does as much preparation as humanly possible to make it all go perfectly. He studies up on local politics, sports, and cuisine in order to be able to make good conversation with your family.
I think Kabru also rather likes kids, so he’s extremely good with any younger family members you may have, which is likely to score points with your parents and other adults in the family. Kabru loves hearing the funny things kids say and seeing what sort of things their vibrant minds come up with, so he’d do things like play pretend with them. He’s also pretty physically fit, so he could play a sport or outdoor game with them too.
Even if he appears perfectly calm on the inside, he was absolutely scared shitless when he asked your family for permission to pursue you. He would assure them that he’s very much prepared to be with you in the long term, and even came prepared with things like savings for marriage or even a dowry if that’s something that is typical in your region.
Overall, Kabru is a polite, poised, and extremely well educated young man, so he’s someone that pretty much any parent would want as a son-in-law. Hearing their words of approval was like lifting the weight of an entire city off his shoulders.
“I was so worried,” your partner would admit after the fact. Completely unable to wrap your head around such a thing, you said the first thing that came to your mind.
“How could you be? You’re perfect, Kabru. If anything, I was worried you’d have something better to do than settle down with me.”
Those piercing blue eyes bored into your skull, looking at you as if you were the most insane man in the world for having said such a thing.
“How could that be when you’re perfect too?”
The question left you in such a shocked and flustered state that you hardly noticed him move into you felt both his hands holding one of your own, thumbs resting almost reverently on top of your ring finger.
“It’s almost embarrassing now to admit that at one point in time, I didn’t see a future for myself. I guess that was because I hadn’t seen you yet?”
A ‘pfft’ sound escaped your mouth almost instantly. “Oh, no need to use your smooth lines on me.”
Both thumbs pressed down on your finger ever so slightly, in the place where perhaps a ring might go.
“I mean it, I really do.”
Whether it be providing for you or taking care of a home, Kabru does his best to learn anything he needs to no one order to be a good partner. The man actually isn’t very good at taking care of himself, so him learning housework and cooking for your sake really goes to show just how devoted he is.
In fact, on one of your dates, he surprises you by presenting you with a dish he cooked himself — one from your homeland. Even if it’s not perfect, you can tell he put so much love into it.
“The arrangement of it is kind of messy, I know….” Seeing Kabru of all people acting sheepish was certainly a rare sight. As strange as it was, thinking about the implications of such a thing made you feel all warm inside. He really cared for you that much, huh……
“It’s not the appearance of it that matters, it’s the taste.” You were quick to reassure him, smiling as you took the necessary utensils in one hand. “Besides, knowing that you tried so hard for me is more than enough. I mean, I hardly ever see you cook for yourself.”
There was no way Kabru could deny your statement, so he could only nod and look to the side. Instead of directly addressing your correct assessment of his skills, he pivoted into an adjacent topic. “Cooking has always been a gesture people perform for the people they care about. All over the world, it’s something that connects families and couples… it’s only natural I should try it, regardless of my skill level.”
Your partner’s explanations of his acts of service, despite sounding like they came right out of some textbook, never failed to charm you. At its core, it was yet another reminder of how hard Kabru worked to understand how to be a good partner for you.
“It means a lot to me,” you reassured him, lifting the food to your lips, not quite eating it yet. Kabru did his best to keep his expression stone still to hide his anticipation as you inhaled the scent of the dish, making a small humming noise in reaction that he couldn’t help but overthink on the inside. Was it good? Bad? Did he not use enough spices? Too many spices? He knew he should have triple checked the recipe…
While the tallman was overthinking, you readily accepted the labor of love into your mouth, deliberating on its texture and flavor as you chewed. A sharp exhale escaped you immediately after swallowing, after which you would chirp with delight,
“It’s really nice!”
Kabru’s shoulders relaxed for the first time in the date. Mission accomplished.
I imagine Kabru keeps a journal not only about daily events, but also about people, so sometimes as a gift you might get one of the pages of his journal that has an entry about you. Sometimes the page may also contain little doodles or sketches of you, many of which were when he was admiring you without you noticing.
Kabru’s got a pretty nice singing voice, actually, and he seems to speak multiple languages, so he may try learning songs in your language to sing to you. It’s as smooth and romantic as you’d imagine, but if you start singing along with him, you can see him start to melt the second he hears your voice. You really are his weakness.
Another thing — dancing! Kabru has likely had ballroom dance lessons, but other types of dance are ones he’s more unfamiliar with. If you ever know a regional dance you want to teach him, he’ll be happy to learn, albeit super embarrassed at his own clumsiness. Being able to romance you with honeyed words and picture perfect gestures is something he prides himself on, but you reassure him that he’s just as charming even now.
A chorus of ‘sorry’s followed almost in time with the rhythm of your own feet. The man responsible for said chorus, however, didn’t seem to have much rhythm of his own yet, and was feeling rather bashful as a result.
“It’s rare that I get to see you clumsy, Kabru.” There was a teasing lilt in your voice that the other man immediately read into, despite his best judgment. Logically, he knew that you would never say something intentionally cruel to or about him, but when he was always so eager to have your favor, it was hard not to worry.
Another apology escaped his lips, after which one of your hands left its assigned position to rest under his chin. The movement of the rest of your body stilled, focusing only on getting the one you loved so dearly to face you. Blue irises were met with not a trace of malice, only the truest of endearment.
“It’s fine, Kabru.” The affection in your voice paired with how insistently you pitched these words to him gave him the strength to smile and nod in understanding, his own paranoid be damned. Resolving his habitual apologizing sated you, though you were certainly not done loving on the man that you called yours.
“Honestly it’s nice to be able to teach you things firsthand. You spend a lot of time reading about things, probably to surprise me, which is great, don’t get me wrong — but I like this.”
The little head tilt you did without thinking drove him wild on the inside, but he did his best not to show it. It would be so easy to kiss you like this.
“I like being able to feel like I can teach you something, even when you know as much as you do.”
Considering it made you this happy, Kabru might start asking you to teach him things a lot more often. For once, the thought of putting the situation in someone else’s hands made him feel warm inside instead of uneasy.
“Yeah, I like it too.”
Fashion may not be one of Kabru’s biggest interests, but the sight of you in any culture or region-specific clothing that you like always has him in awe of just how dashing you look.
This goes double if it’s your wedding and you’re wearing a traditional outfit, maybe even something passed down in the family. You might as well just kill the man then and there, really.
Speaking of marriage and family, I think Kabru would actually really like adopting a kid some time in the future, as long as everything is stable and such. Kabru himself was adopted, so the idea of becoming a home for a child who may have lost the home they had before is a concept rather close to his own heart.
Future used to be something Kabru fought desperately to create for all of humanity while never, ever considering his own place in it. So much changed after meeting you — he could actually see himself having a future now. Being an important character in a story instead of just the person telling it to somebody else.
More than anything, you saved him. He doesn’t tell this to anybody other than you, but as you lay together at night, he insists he wouldn’t trade any of this for the world.
#ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ fallow’s works!#dungeon meshi#dungeon meshi x reader#dungeon meshi imagines#delicious in dungeon#delicious in dungeon x reader#delicious in dungeon imagines#kabru x reader#kabru of utaya x reader#kabru of utaya#kabru dungeon meshi
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I think about how Kabru, who's taught swordsmanship by Milsiril, a very experienced and skilled swordsperson, to the point that Kabru can like take down a group of people with no sweat or no hesitation but finds difficulty when it comes to monsters and think --
Why is it that?
I don't think it's a lack of Milsiril's training. Her training should've covered how to fight monsters. And, I'm not like a swordfighter or anything, but the basics of sword fighting - whether it's against another swordsman or a monster - are the same.
It's also not like she was soft on him, either. You'd think that she would be, since she really doesn't want Kabru anywhere near a dungeon (or a meter away from her side), but it would be much better, and much safer, for Kabru if she trained him seriously. So in case he was stuck in a situation where he needs to fight, he can fight back and win.
And for the most part, Kabru fights well against most monsters.
He's honestly so skilled it's scary. If this was just a standard let's conquer the dungeon and defeat the evil magician! type of story he's the best candidate out of all the characters in the story (yes, even including Laios).
So I find it interesting that we are shown moments where he struggles:
It's not like the other characters didn't struggle against the same monsters. Laios almost didn't make it to some of these monster encounters. And, not to invalidate his achievements thanks to his quick thinking and understanding of monsters (i know he hates his time in the military, but training there really paid off here), but some degree of luck (and perhaps demonic intervention) helped him in little ways.
But Kabru's struggles against monsters are perfectly summed up in this panel:
He's scared.
Yes, he has the skills. Yes, he has the intellect. Yes, he has the experience. But even then, he freezes up in front of some of these monters because of the memory of Utaya. And I think that's such an important detail to his character, really.
At the beginning we get introduced to this Kabru who is confident, all smiles, can do everything.
But deep inside, the nightmare of Utaya haunts him.
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Hi! Could i request Kabru with a s/o that likes his eyes a lot? Like a lot, they're complimenting him 24/7 about it, and they even give him nicknames based on it like "pretty eyes" or something (it's all i could come up rn rip) but yeah.
Ty!
He really does have the prettiest eyes, doesn't he? Requests are still OPEN!
Kabru of Utaya
Normally, Kabru is able to play it cool in front of everyone whenever you're doting on him. But, the moment that you mention his eyes, he'll get a little quiet and embarrassed. Mickbell and Holm might tease him, though they mean it all in harmless fun - they know just how soft this man is for you.
Whenever you cup his face, staring at him with an unbearably fond expression and he'll poke fun at you, asking if you like what you see. Of course, you rise to the occasion, smiling as you croon back to him about the bow of his lips, the slight furrow in his brow - and of course, the bright blue of his eyes.
You'll sit there and wax poetry about the clear sky of his eyes, the cloudy storm reflecting his anger, and the bright splash of waves and the freedom of the open ocean. With each and every comment, he'll duck his head, trying to laugh off his embarrassment. He'll give you a gentle kiss, showing his affection and appreciation and murmuring sweet little 'thank you's.
#dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#dungeon meshi reader#delicious in dungeon reader#x reader#headcanons#hcs#dungeon meshi headcanons#delicious in dungeon headcanons#kabru of utaya
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The Annual Mandrake Show - A Short Labru Drabble
Too many labru ideas not enough time to write them all. I really wanted to write a short crack fic of Laios and Kabru attend The Annual Mandrake Show as first featured at the end of Book 1 in those "miscellaneous monster tales" but I don't have the time to write anything decent enough length for AO3 so...
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Today Laios and Kabru are navigating the bustling Annual Mandrake Show, their enchanted earmuffs ensuring a shriek-free experience.
The festival grounds are alive with excitement as attendees marvel at the impressive displays of the finest mandrake specimens from across the land.
Laios darts from one exhibit to the next, marveling at the vibrant array of colors and patterns. He catches sight of a particularly rare and beautiful mandrake with shimmering silver leaves and delicate, bell-shaped flowers.
Excitement overtaking him, Laios rushes forward to get a closer look. But in his haste, he slips on a small rock in his path and stumbles, nearly toppling into the mandrake display.
Instinctively, Kabru grasps Laios' elbow, catching him.
Laios, his heart pounding from the near mishap, looks up at him. "Thanks for the save."
Hand still wrapped around Laios' arm, Kabru meets his gaze with a tender expression, and in a moment of pure impulsiveness, Kabru slides his fingers down the length of his forearm, bringing Laios' wrist to his lips, pressing a soft, reverent kiss to the delicate skin.
Laios' breath hitches, his cheeks flushing.
"Be more careful where you step next time," Kabru murmurs, his voice filled with warmth and affection, adding a playful wink.
Laios, still a bit stunned, nods in agreement before quickly pulling his hand away. The flush on his cheeks deepens at Kabru's gesture and words. He shakes himself out of the daze and refocuses back to the beautiful mandrake that had caused this little incident.
Kabru just chuckles softly at Laios' reaction, shaking his head gently with amusement flashing in his eyes. "I'll always be here to catch you when you fall."
Laios laughs heartily in response. "Good to know. But hopefully that won't be necessary too often... I mean, it's not like mandrakes are known for their dangerous terrain or anything."
Kabru's smile tightens a bit at his obliviousness but he lets out a chuckle anyway. He never did expect Laios to catch onto anything subtle.
#dungeon meshi#labru#annual mandrake show#laios x kabru#laios touden#kabru#labru drabble#labru brain rot
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Kabumisu Drabble/Shortfic
Kabru frowned down at the text in front of him. He glanced between it and the circle he’d made in the floor to check he’d inscribed all the symbols correctly. Satisfied, he nodded to himself. Now to say the words.
Kabru and Marcille had gotten along decently well during their time together with Laios’s new appointment of king. In fact, “decently” might be an understatement. They were cautious at first, but she had quickly become the first person he ran to when visitors came to Laios with ridiculous requests and Laios jumped to even more ridiculous solutions without consulting his advisor. Kabru needed to complain and she was a very sympathetic ear.
It was only Marcille who could convince Kabru to take up magic in his free time. He’d learned a few convenient spells from her and she eventually gave him the book he now held in his hand. He was trying to cast the spell he’d seen during their days in the dungeon, one that heated the floor so that Senshi could cook food.
As Kabru mouthed the words, practicing the pronunciation, his roommate and the reason for this particular spell walked in. Mithrun, after citing a new desire to return to the island, was also a constant companion in Kabru’s life. He’d been developing some desires again, and chasing any whims that came with them–hence his stay on the island. Still, it wasn’t as if the lost desires were coming back anytime soon, so Kabru was dedicated to ensuring his friend was properly taken care of.
Hence the spell for convenience cooking. It was a tempting alternative to late-night treks to the kitchen when lack of desire for food combined with Kabru's busy schedule meant they both hadn't eaten all day.
Mithrun smiled and nodded as he made his way to his room, and Kabru waved in response. Clearing his throat, he sat up straighter to recite the spell.
“Destruere,” Kabru began, “igne pavi–wha-mph!”
Kabru, missing the thud of Mithrun’s footsteps back into the living quarters, was very suddenly interrupted by his roommate’s whole body thrown into his arms and–immediately after–his lips covering Kabru’s. In that moment, Kabru will admit that all logic, training, and thought left his mind. Mithrun’s lips were surprisingly soft, his frame light enough that even fully covering Kabru felt like a comfortable weight in his lap, and Kabru forgot any reason to not close his eyes and kiss back.
Except Mithrun pulled back before he could.
“That spell would have caused an explosion large enough to kill you,” he said, pulling himself from Kabru’s arms with a speed that almost hurt. Almost.
Because Kabru realized it hadn’t been Mithrun’s sudden feelings for his roommate bubbling over into spontaneous action. Just as Kabru had done many times, Mithrun had simply known that the only way to quickly stop a magic user from casting a spell was to make their mouth stop moving entirely. It hadn’t been personal when Mithrun moved away because none of it had been personal.
Kabru felt his face go hot and tried to hide it by looking back down at the spellbook. The top of the page read: “Small fire spell.” Curse Marcille and her love of explosive magic.
“Oh!” Kabru said, still looking down at the book and scratching the back of his neck. “I must have picked the wrong spell.”
“What were you trying to cast?” Mithrun asked, suddenly dropping next to Kabru’s side and peeking over his shoulder at the book.
“Um, Macille often used a spell that would heat the floor so that Senshi could cook with it,” Kabru explained, face now red from embarrassment at the explanation. “I thought it was this one.”
Mithrun hummed and leaned in to read the words on the page. “It is a similar spell, but the words you want are here.” He pointed to a spot further down the page. Marcille had marked it with abbreviated words in common that Kabru hadn’t recognized as anything but gibberish. “It modifies it so that you get the heat and none of the explosion.”
“That…makes sense,” Kabru said with a chuckle. “Thanks, Mithrun.”
“Of course,” the elf said, and Kabru looked up in time to see one of his small, rare smiles. It did nothing for the redness on Kabru’s face. “Would you like help casting this time?”
“Sure,” Kabru said, returning the smile. He placed his hands back on the floor. This time, Mithrun said the words, and Kabru repeated them. The symbols on the floor glowed and when Kabru lifted his hands, he felt warmth radiating from the circle. No explosions seemed imminent.
“It worked!” Kabru exclaimed, clapping Mithrun on the shoulder.
Mithrun smiled again and leaned towards the circle. “I didn’t realize how cold I was until now.”
Kabru whipped his head around. “I told you to wear warm clothing today.”
“I did, but it got too warm in the castle and forgot to put my coat back on.”
Kabru used his hand still on the elf's shoulder to shake him a little. “How many times do I have to tell you to put on proper clothing for the weather!”
“I’m sorry,” Mithrun said, looking away. “I know how frustrating it is taking care of me.”
“What? No, I–” Kabru sighed. “I'm not mad, I just worry. I know you’re a big bad Canary–Former Canary” Kabru corrected when Mithrun opened his mouth to interrupt, “but I still don't want you to get hurt.”
Mithrun nodded. Kabru saw him thinking about what to say next, so he waited it out. He nearly choked when Mithrun suddenly announced, “I have a desire to kiss you.”
“I–what?”
“It felt…nice, and I want to do it again,” Mithrun explained, the clinical nature of his tone sending Kabru reeling.
Because this was Mithrun. Intimidating in battle, utterly helpless at everyday life, and utterly endearing because of it. Kabru would be lying if he said he didn’t think about kissing Mithrun often. But he’d long resigned himself to shoving those thoughts to the back of his head. While he adored the elf in a way he hadn’t felt for many people, he knew the chances of Mithrun returning that affection were less than nil.
“I thought you’d lost the desire for kissing a long time ago,” Kabru said. The elf had a wife before his desires were taken away, and therefore any new romantic desires were unable to return. Right? Surely–surely–Mithrun had kissed his wife. So how could he have this new desire for kissing?
Mithrun shook his head. “I don’t have a desire for kissing, I have a desire to kiss you.”
And fuck if that wasn’t the worst thing for Kabru to hear in that moment. It made him think dangerous thoughts–thoughts that inspired hope that he’d extinguished months ago. And it made him do stupid things.
Stupid things like reaching up to tuck Mithrun's hair behind his ear and saying, “Then I suppose you should kiss me.”
Mithrun’s expression was unreadable–a first in a while for Kabru–but he leaned in until their lips barely brushed against each other. Kabru bridged the rest of the gap, pressing forward in a chaste but firm kiss. He didn’t want to push too far, but he wanted to make sure it was enjoyable. For Mithrun, he told himself, because Mithrun’s desires should be enjoyed.
That thought got shoved to the side immediately when Mithrun made a small noise of delight at the contact. He kissed back, deepening it and putting his hands on Kabru’s chest to steady himself. Kabru felt his logic fly out the window for the second time that evening. He slid his hand further back to cradle Mithrun's head, running his fingers through the silken strands of hair he’d felt many times but never like this. He used his new grip as an anchor as he pressed forward impossibly more, sliding his tongue along the elf’s bottom lip. The delighted noise came again and Kabru had never cursed a need to breathe more. He reluctantly pulled away–enough to gauge Mithrun’s reaction.
“Was that alright?” he whispered, surprised by how utterly wrecked his voice sounded.
Mithrun opened his mouth to respond, but was interrupted by the sound of voices outside their front door. Both men stood as, without knocking, Laios burst in, his eyes practically sparkling with excitement.
“Kabru! Marcille told me she was teaching you magic, so we can be magic practice buddies!”
Laios’s excitement was occasionally adorable, but never in his entire life–not even in their first meeting–had Kabru ever wanted to kill him more.
#trying to navigate their characterization so quality not guaranteed lol#kabumisu#dungeon meshi#kabru dungeon meshi#mithrun
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Ocean Eyes
Happy Birthday Kabru!
Pairing: Labru
Rating: Explicit
A/N: Trans Kabru, use of the word cunt
You can find it on ao3 or you can read it down below!
“Laios has requested your presence in the throne room.”
Those were the words that kicked off this incredible night. Kabru had been sitting his room eating food he managed to sneak from the kitchens while he focused on his latest batch of reports. The Elven Queen had said something about wanting to have a meeting, and Kabru needed to re-read the correspondence and analyze the situation from every angle. Just as he felt like he was getting somewhere, there was a knock on his door.
“Come in,” Kabru said casually, and the door to his study opened. In the doorway stood Marcille, which surprised him. Marcille rarely came to visit him, and when she did it was usually with very important news.
“Is everything okay?” Kabru asked, setting his sandwich down. Marcille cocked her head to the side looking thoughtful.
“Yes,” she said slowly. “Laios has requested your presence in the throne room. He also requested nobody else be allowed in there for the rest of the night,” she grumbled. “To get to my lab I have to go through the throne room! So annoying.”
“Did he say why?” Kabru asked, frowning. This was an unusual request. Closing down the throne room to everyone except them? It must be serious.
“No,” Marcille said. “But he did say for you to come right away.”
“Alright,” Kabru said, and stood up. “I’ll go right now.”
“Great,” Marcille said, turning to leave. She paused, and looked back at Kabru. “Happy birthday by the way,” she said with a smile.
“Birthday? Oh! That’s right,” Kabru said. “I almost forgot.”
“You almost forgot your own birthday?” Marcille said, aghast. “You mean…you haven’t celebrated yet?”
“No. I’d rather not make a big deal about it though. I haven’t celebrated in years.”
“Why not?” Marcille asked.
“Misiril always made me eat a special kind of Elvish cake that she would get from the fanciest shops. It was gross and terrible and I always had to force a smile when I ate it. Stopped liking my birthday when I was around 8,” Kabru said, rubbing the back of his head. “It’s really not a big deal.”
“Well, I’ll need to get you something!” Marcille said enthusiastically.
“And we’ll bake you a cake like the Tallmen make! So fluffy and good!”
“You really don’t need to,” Kabru said awkwardly.
“But I want to!” Marcille said earnestly. “It’ll be tomorrow though because it’s so late…but I’ll do it! Just you wait! I won’t take no for an answer!”
“Well okay,” Kabru said with a laugh. “Thanks Marcille.”
Soon Kabru was walking down the hall towards the throne room, his face arranged in a worried expression. What could he want to talk about? What was wrong? It must be something incredibly serious. The hour was late, and to be alone for the whole night? Countless scenarios flashed through Kabru’s mind, each more dire than the next. When he arrived at the throne room, two guards stood outside of it.
“Sir Kabru,” one of them said.
“Just Kabru please,” Kabru said. “Does the King still need me?”
“Indeed,” the other guard said. There was something about his tone…his face was almost completely covered by his helmet, but Kabru could still see a smirk on his face. What was going on?
The doors opened and swiftly closed, and Kabru walked in, jaw immedietly hitting the floor. There was a table before him piled up high with foods he hadn’t seen in years, desserts he only saw in his dreams. And on the throne…
Kabru gulped. Laios was seated, no not seated, lounging on the throne. He sat at an angle, one leg thrown over an arm of the chair. He was wearing loose fitting pants and his cape…but there was no shirt to be seen. His barrel chest and soft yet strong belly were on full display, and Kabru could feel his mouth watering. It had been far too long since he’d seen his king like this.
“What are you doing?” Kabru asked, shaking his head. However, the smile on his face betrayed his true feelings.
“Wishing you a happy birthday,” Laios said, and swung his leg forward. He got up and strode over to Kabru. “I did some research, and found that there were some cookbooks left over from Utaya. I had my chefs prepare some of the dishes I found.”
“Laios…” Kabru murmured, looking at the spread before him. “You didn’t have to…but since you did, thank you.”
“Anything for you, ocean eyes,” Laios said. Kabru looked up at him, eyebrows raised.
“I haven’t heard that name in a while,” he said, and Laios looked away, an ashamed look on his face.
“I know,” he said. “It’s been way too long. And it’s my fault.”
“Yes it is,” Kabru said, picking up a small pastry and taking a bite. He let out a pleased hum and nodded in approval. “If it wasn’t for this, I might not have forgiven you.”
“I wouldn’t abandon you, you know that right?” Laios said, coming up behind Kabru and wrapping his arms around his waist. “Just…so many things have come up. And since you don’t want to share a room--”
“That would raise too many brows,” Kabru said firmly. “We’re not married, people would talk.”
“We could be,” Laios said, and Kabru froze.
“Excuse me?”
“We could be married,” Laios said.
“Laios…” Kabru said, turning around in Laios’ grasp to face him. “Do you think that’s wise? I’m your adviser.”
“I don’t care,” Laios said. “I lo--”
“Stop.” Kabru said, putting a finger to Laios’ lips. “Don’t say things you’ll regret.”
Laios gently removed Kabru’s hand and began kissing the side of his palm. “What makes you think I’d regret saying it?” he said.
“Well, you wouldn’t be able to t-take it back, because…because…” Kabru said, stuttering slightly as Laios took a finger into his mouth and gently sucked.
“You and your oral fixation,” Kabru said with a chuckle, and automatically began thrusting it in and out of Laios’ mouth. Laios let out a slight moan, and Kabru chuckled.
“You should activate the runes,” Laios said as he released Kabru’s finger, nodding towards Kabru’s crotch.
“You want dick tonight?” Kabru asked, smirking.
“You wanna know what I want?” Laios asked, his voice dropping an octave, words dripping with honey. “I want to suck you off and then have you ride me on the throne.”
“Oh, so you want the best of both worlds, I see,” Kabru said.
“Greedy.”
“Maybe,” Laios said. “I want you…all of you. It’s been so long. You want it too, right?”
Kabru bit his lip. Part of him wanted to be grumpy that Laios had let it go this long without so much as cuddling him. But the other part of him wanted sex, and wanted it now.
“Fuck yeah,” Kabru said, giving in, and Laios let out a low rumble of approval. A shudder went through Kabru, and he let out and undignified squeak as Laios pulled him in by the hips. Laios wasn’t usually this…assertive. Kabru was used to leading the show, but this was a nice change of pace.
Neither of them knew who leaned in first, but soon the sound of lips on lips filled the air, a soft moan escaping every now and then. Kabru briefly wondered if the guards would be able to hear them, but suddenly found that he didn’t really care at the moment. He threaded his fingers through Laios’ hair and gently tugged, getting a low moan in response.
“You like that?” Kabru asked, eyes hooded.
“Yes,” Laios said.
“Yes what?” Kabru asked.
“Yes sir,” Laios said.
“Very good. On your knees,” Kabru said. Laios looked like a cat who had just caught a canary as he got down on his knees, eyes bright with excitement. Kabru slowly undid his belt, and Laios let out a whine.
“Patience is a virtue,” Kabru said in a sing song voice, and Laios stuck out his lower lip.
Kabru undid his pants, and let them drop to the floor before stepping out of his underwear. Laios looked at Kabru’s cunt, hunger in his eyes.
“Want a taste before I change?” Kabru asked, and Laios nodded. He moved under Kabru and angled his head so he could swipe his tongue along the smaller man’s folds with ease. Kabru stifled his moans as Laios lapped at him, and finally pushed him away.
“Thought you wanted to suck some dick,” Kabru said. Laios wiped his mouth and nodded.
“I do,” he said. “But let loose okay? Please. Sir.” Laios added on quickly.
“What does that mean?” Kabru asked.
“I want to hear you,” Laios said. “Let me hear you.”
“Your guards…” Kabru said, and Laios shook his head.
“I paid them double not to talk,” Laios said. “It’ll be fine.”
“Well…okay,” Kabru said. He closed his eyes and touched the tattoo of several sigils that were written in an arc above his mound. He began to recite the incantation, and soon his body began to change.
“It’s so cool that you can do that,” Laios said, looking at the dick that was now before him.
“Shut up and suck,” Kabru said, but the harshness in his voice was barely there, his tone more teasing than anything. Laios nodded, and slowly took him into his mouth, reaching up and putting Kabru’s hand on top of his head. Kabru gripped Laios’ hair, and his eyes rolled back as his lover began to suck.
“Fuck…” Kabru groaned, and Laios bobbed his head faster. He lapped and sucked at Kabru’s cock, stroking him when his jaw began to ache. It was getting to be too much, and soon Kabru was thrusting into Laios’ mouth, fucking his face hard and fast. Laios relaxed his jaw, moaning around his cock. The slight vibrations sent Kabru over the edge, fireworks bursting before his eyes, and he cried out as his cum striped the back of Laios’ throat white.
Kabru felt like he was about to pass out, the orgasm had been so intense.
“Good…good job…” Kabru panted. “Now it’s your turn.”
He touched the sigils again, and soon his cock had changed back to his wet, soaking cunt.
Laios grinned, and before Kabru knew it, he had been swooped up into Laios’ arms, bridal style.
“Laios!” Kabru said, shocked, face flushed.
“What?” Laios asked innocently. Kabru knew that Laios knew full well that his displays of strength were a huge turn on for Kabru. He looked away, and Laios chuckled darkly.
“It is my turn, isn’t it?” Laios said. “I get to have you how I want you.”
“It’s my birthday,” Kabru countered.
“So you’re saying you don’t want this?” Laios asked.
“No,” Kabru grumbled, and Laios grinned, carrying him to the throne.
It took a bit of scooting around, but soon Kabru was in reverse cowgirl while Laios lounged on the throne, slowly sliding down onto his cock. Laios was an average length, but he was thick. The way he stretched Kabru open felt incredible, and Kabru’s eyes rolled back as he fully seated himself. God he had missed this. Missed getting to ride this perfect cock.
Gently, Laios thrusted up, and soon they got into a rhythm. Kabru had almost forgotten just how noisy his king was, gasps and loud cries of pleasure ripped from his throat.
“You like it?” Kabru asked. “You like me riding you?”
“Yes…yes!” Laios cried out. “I love it, I love you!” he shouted out, thrusting upwards one last time. The two of them came together, cum filling Kabru up as he wailed in ecstasy.
“I told you…not to…say that…” Kabru panted as they came down from their highs.
“Too bad,” Laios said. “I said it. I meant it. I’m not taking it back, ever.”
Kabru paused.
“Promise?” he asked.
“Promise,” Laios said.
“Then…I love you too,” Kabru said in a small voice, lifting himself off of Laios’ cock. He was suddenly pulled into a bear hug, and made a surprised sound before melting into it.
“I love you,” Kabru said again, and Laios kissed the top of his head.
“I love you too. Happy birthday Kabru.”
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i feel like kabru would commit horrifying acts with a smile on his face and a soft-spoken rationalization on his lips, and his party isn't too far behind in the fucked up scale tbh like who are these people and why do they feel like they will be Big Trouble
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Would have loved see more of Kiki n Kaka from Dungeon Meshi, but they side characters n not of focus so. But wanted understand them mores.
Am understand they weren't point - but am think of thems. Like when shock idea.
Their kindness of character that shows even when barely speak much - Kiki's often smile for one, and the (excessive) gratefulness to their gnome adoptive parents to the point they don't react as much expected abt dying bc of being so used to their parent's resurrection abilities - they do "react" but it don't "stay". this pointing toward them willing do anything for their parents research n helping them.
(to compare that is not "norm": marcille still has grief n stress wrt death even in "easier to resurrect" cases, like when everyone in her team died n she was sobbing depressedly. also, namari warns kiki n kaka to not be used to resurrection so much.)
Also of contrast that to Kabru's noticeable survivors guilt n soft avoidance (?) of his adoptive elf mother n never wanting return to that coddled bedroom. n being adopted by her giving him a distrust of long lived races. Thinking himself a monster bc he was left alive
Am had fixate that in lense of unofficial fostering / adoption / moving from hand to hand as kid, view. N the traumas that children of these have n how they manifest. With their views of living n death, purpose n "family".
there something there. am need chew it, make something of words.
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#a lot those arent actually complete sentences.... brain function is rebel against thought thru line#edit: bc words struggle the. some of this incorrect n incomplete#text post#o post#dungeon meshi
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i was brainrotting about kabumisu and was like "wait what if the entire canary squad traded kabru around" and went muahaha anyway here's the first chapter
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Title: Negotiations
Rating: Explicit
Pairings: Kabru/Mithrun & Canaries
Tags / CWs:
Breathplay/choking
Knifeplay
Blood kink
Biting and scratching
Bondage
Knotting
Sensory deprivation
Light body horror sex
Summary: The Golden Country is experiencing some diplomatic troubles with the Elves of the West. King Laios hasn't a clue how to dissolve tensions--or anything about international politics, for that matter--but luckily for him, Kabru volunteers to be an emissary to the rivaling country.
Once arrived, Kabru meets with Captain Mithrun and his Canaries. After arrangements are made with the Queen Immortal, Mithrun (in no part due to Cithis' influence, assuredly) grants Kabru permission to stay in the Canary lodge while he's in the country.
Read on AO3
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Chapter 1
“We’re gonna have a problem if they keep blocking the Carinagin Straits.”
Kabru opens his eyes; King Laios still has his head in his hands, elbows stilted on the table, fingers ruffling his short hair. Kabru sighs, taking another once-over of the map of the Western Seas that Marcille projects from her staff.
“It’s not like we can just threaten them,” the old gnome guy states—Kabru forgot his name. “After all they did for us, it would be in bad taste, don’t you think, my Lord?”
“The blockade is in bad taste,” groans Laios, still prone.
Marcille’s eyes dart to and fro. Kabru gets her; he doesn’t care, either.
“The elves are just miffed,” Kabru says, “that the Golden Land is a rising superpower. The same thing happened between the Tlanglaloc and Ulmen kingdoms in the thirteenth century.”
Laios looks up. “What’re those ones?”
The gnome sighs, subtly. “Tallman and dwarf kingdoms. Ancient history. The trade war between them was a major factor in the Western Mercenary Wars.”
“The what?”
“Oh my gods, Lord Laios— ”
“If I may,” Kabru starts, presenting to them a well-procured grin. “History doesn’t tend to repeat, but it does rhyme. The Ulmen-Tlanglaloc trade war shouldn’t serve as a model for our current situation quite yet. Things have yet to escalate that far, sir.”
“Yeah, what he said,” Laios deflates.
“So what, then? We send an emissary?” The gnome crosses his arms.
“Yeah… Yeah!” Laios springs up, startling a sleepy-eyed Marcille. “We can send Mr. Tansu!”
Right, his name’s Tansu.
Tansu clenches his jaw. “My Lord, I never agreed to any of this.”
“Oh? Are you going against your king?” Kabru smiles.
“Quiet.”
“No, no, if he doesn’t wanna…” Laios groans and falls back down to the table.
Kabru perks over the king. Laios looks up at him.
“What about you?”
“Sorry, my Lord?”
“You. Kabru. You know that elf guy, right? The Canary.”
“Mithrun.”
“Yeah, him.”
“The Canaries are present at the Straits,” Tansu notes, scritching his chin.
Laios perks up again, more relieved. “You can talk to them!”
“M’Lord, I hardly think I qualify—”
“Y-You don’t have to, but please!”
Then, Laios Touden, the Lord Sovereign of the Golden Country, Demonkiller, Devourer of Unpleasantries, falls from his chair prostrates before Kabru, wilting down to the bricklaid floor and hugging his shins. Kabru’s brow tightens; Marcille and Mr. Tansu watch on, completely perplexed.
“Ehh, sir…”
“Please! Please! I don’t wanna deal with this anymore.”
“L-Laios…” Marcille’s eyebrow twitches.
Kabru looks around. It’s true—whenever Mithrun and his Canaries come to visit, they always begin and end on good terms. It’s always a treat having him and the elves over at his place after a round of dialogues at the castle. Kabru has learned a lot from Senshi, and Mithrun has always been a willing test subject.
Out of bed, too, like with new recipes and stuff.
Kabru beckons back his salesman smile, and lays a soft hang on King Laios’ trembling shoulder. “Oh, Lord Sovereign,” he says, “of course I will.”
“Of course he will,” mutters Tansu. Kabru chucks a daggerous glare in his direction.
“Are you sure?” Marcille says. “The Western elves have a habit of skinning diplomats.”
“Again, ancient history. Tallmen have evolved from being savage vikings, why haven’t the Western elves?”
“No, this still happens in the modern day, like—”
“Marcille.”
“Sorry.”
Laios holds Kabru, tears streaming from his eyes. Kabru laughs, faintly, and pats his King’s back. He supposes he feels bad for Laios, having to deal with all of this.
*
It was a hackneyed operation, but Kabru was comfortable. He was relatively swift in preparing his things in the usual manner, and, as usual, King Laios was accommodating to his needs.
The boat left at dawn. With magic, the journey was six weeks. Now, as Kabru stirs in his cabin, he feels a massive hammy palm slap on his back. He shuffles under the thin covers and looks up, bearing the sharp sun, as one of the sailors shakes him awake. The beefy dwarf walks away, making up for the deck, and Kabru rubs his eyes.
He steps out to the surface. The Western elven capital crowns the deep emerald country, the volcanic Mount Ingli spooling tufts of smoke over golden spires. The boat nears steadily the straight wooden port, the white cliffs carved away for a massive cothon containing hundreds of ships.
He steps off onto the short pier, lagging behind the gang of dwarven seamen who’d escorted him through the roiling sea to the Northwestern shore. The dwarf captain looks back for Kabru, who catches up to him with his things in tow.
Kabru slouches in pompous emissary wear and a large, hefty backpack, the leather straps girdled around his chest. The sinking sun casts a long shadow of his snail form on the hardwood boards.
Kabru and the captain walk side by side. “Careful around these parts,” tells the dwarf captain in perfect Goldenlander. “The elves have ways of getting what they want.”
“I’ll be fine, Gulwen.”
He waves goodbye to the dwarves and takes his things up the dock to the waterfront. Magical chariots crash by the road on shivering wheels with golden spokes, and from the marketfronts blistering shells jingle in the slight summer breeze. Kabru brushed up on his history: In the Kingdom of Cadarnle, those special seashells used to be the primary form of currency. The practice is still upheld to some degree—albeit, mostly for tourists.
“What are you doing here, Kabru?”
Kabru flips around to see a shawl sitting on the stone wall before the ocean. The black shawl is unkempt, busy with stains and old stitches.
“I thought I told you to get a new one,” Kabru frowns.
Mithrun glowers at him darkly from under his hood.
“Don’t wanna be seen out here, I take it?”
“I have unfinished business with these people.”
“Who, the merchants?”
“The mercantiles.” Mithrun quivers. “Milked me for every last cent. When they found out who I am…”
“What’s wrong with merchants? They keep the whole world running.”
Kabru gives him a smile. Mithrun, as usual, doesn’t return the favor.
“Easy for you to say, Goldenlander,” Mithrun scowls. “You people are members of the global north—the bourgeoisie. You only serve to benefit from global capitalism.”
“Oh gods, he’s also been getting into Orgodism,” Kabru mutters.
“Orgodism is BASED and REDPILLED!”
“Can we not do this right now?” Kabru unfolds the decree from King Laios and shows it to Mithrun. “You know why I’m here. I have business at the Citadel.”
Mithrun’s face relaxes, and he sighs. “Sorry. Yes, Kabru, I’ll take you. Come along.”
They proceed up the road, weaving through the city and its people, granted passage by standing guards along the way. They cross onto Royal Avenue, at once pristine and bustling, freckled with market stalls, horses, strangers in odd regalia, and glistening upperclassmen along the polished marble stone. This road isn’t meant for carriages: Garden islands thatch the center where rosegold pillars hold corinthian arcs over the myriad shrubbery, where bright butterflies frolic about between the soft ivies. Kabru watches as he and Mithrun pass a mother letting her children run about in the plants, no doubt disregarding the rules dictating otherwise, and the glowing butterflies that land on their noses. He smiles at them, genuinely this time. A kid waves back before his mother snatches him away at the sight of a passing guardsman.
Kabru meets Mithrun’s handler at the foot of the great bridge. Cithis towers over him, looking down with bladed fox eyes, fool’s gold scars glinting in the setting sunlight. She turns to Mithrun: “You brought him back in one piece.”
Mithrun stays quiet. Kabru realizes that was meant for him. “Ah, yeah, he did well.”
Cithis regards him, cradling her chin in her talons. “Your analysis, emissary?”
“Uh… Full marks? The shawl could use some fixing.”
“That’s his favorite shawl.” She leans close, startling Kabru with a cold warmth on his ear; ”You should see him carrying it around, teething on it—”
“Quiet,” snaps Mithrun from ahead.
Cithis titters by and leaves Kabru despondent.
“Sorry about her,” Mithrun says, very loudly, from the front.
Cithis just smiles.
They wait for a while in the Iron Citadel. In Kabru’s reading he’s come to know the full history of this place—a stalwart stronghold against the half-mythical mynydd-dir, savage nomads from Cadarnle’s founding legend. Obviously inspired by the extinct orc population, Kabru knows, and a tad bit distasteful. Thank Falin and the orcs for instilling that sense of morality in him.
Now, it seems that a separate kingdom of orcs has scheduled a meeting with the Queen before him.
“It’ll take a while,” Cithis tells him, smiling eerily. She pats the spot mahogany seat next to her, one of the hundred lining the pristine walls.
It is, indeed, a while. Gradually Kabru starts to droop, holding his head in his upturned fist, as Mithrun sits undisturbed by his side. On the other end, Cithis sits looking at the bare palms of her hands; it takes Kabru a good minute of watching her just staring to finally ask, “What’re you doing, Cith?”
“... Cith?” She turns to him.
“Can I call you that?”
“No.”
“Okay. Sorry. Why are you looking at your hands?”
She looks back at them, ear flitting. “Magic.”
“Like… illusions?”
“Yeah.”
Kabru shuffles closer. “Isn’t that dangerous?”
“How would it be dangerous?”
“I was taught in school that too much exposure to illusion magic can drive one insane.”
“Only the lesser races. Elves are more pure, so we can persist.”
“A-Ah… That’s, uh…” Kabru chuckles sheepishly.
Cithis blinks, then shrugs, “It’s true.”
“Cith, stop being racist,” Mithrun says.
“Sorry, I can't help it with my obvious superiority.”
“I’m inclined to agree with your captain, Cithis,” Kabru says.
Cithis wrinkles her nose at him. Kabru just keeps on smiling.
They’re interrupted by an elf woman pushing out of the great court and through the procession of orcs crowding the waiting hall. They each suddenly look up to see Pattadol panting, gripping her fairy near-lethally in her fist. “Sorry I’m late!” she huffs.
“Ah, Pattadol,” Kabru rises and gives her his hand. She takes it and shakes it ricketedly.
“Pattadol,” Mithrun regards her. “Your cabinmate was just being violently racist towards the Golden emissary.”
Pattadol looks at Cithis.
Cithis crosses her arms. “I wasn’t violent.”
“Ahaha, ignore her!” Pattadol waves her hand. “But it’s so great to see you again! How is your king?”
“Doing well. As you can probably guess, this whole conundrum with the blockade has him very distressed.”
“And the half-blood?” Pattadol asks.
“Isn’t that also racist?” commentates Cithis.
“It’s a microaggression so it’s not as bad,” Kabru says.
“Microaggressions are actually still pretty bad.”
“How would you know this, Cithis?” Mithrun says.
“Sounds like something a human would say.”
“Well, you aren’t wrong.”
“ANYWAYS—” Pattadol shouts, startling the rest—”How’s Marcy? Duwiau uchod, I’ve been dying to see her again.”
“She’s good! Her progress on the passive dungeon has been hasty. Some of the villagers have even been able to partly domesticate her basilisks.”
“Ooh, splendid, splendid!”
Mithrun and Cithis glower at Kabru threateningly.
He laughs. “Don’t worry, we have it under control.”
“If anything goes wrong, Kabru…”
“Ahahaha, you guys!” Pattadol waves them away.
A marble lift descends from the high mezzanine across from them. The alabaster platform, powered by advanced magicry, hums as it hovers slowly down, and from its flat surface steps an obsidian-skinned needlepick elf. They motion their hand forward; “This way, emissary.”
Kabru and the Canaries accompany the elf up to the citadel’s higher floors. A copper bell mounted on the contraption’s upholstery rings pleasantly, and the ivory doors slide open, revealing a plush, manifold garden, unfolding before them like an immaculately colored quilt. The same butterflies of light from the roads below flutter about the white ornamental fountain craning at the undergrowth’s center, webbed with prim paths of light brickwork.
“You may wait here until the Queen Immortal is prepared,” the elf guide says. “No guest of her’s should’st wait with the unwashed masses below.”
They step out and the elf disappears back down the lift. Kabru whistles; “This is swanky.”
“‘Swanky?’” Pattadol says.
“An old tallman saying.”
Pattadol turns to Mithrun, “Is that good or bad?”
“I don’t know.”
“It’s a good thing,” returns Kabru. “Although, I wouldn’t have minded waiting down there. What’s the special occasion?”
Cithis smiles and elbows Pattadol, causing her to yelp. “Yeah, Pattadol, what’s the occasion?”
Pattadol grumbles. “Stop it, Cithis. I already get enough cachu from you all every other day.”
“Language,” Mithrun says. He addresses Kabru: “Pattadol is just a noble.”
“One of the lower rungs.”
“—Her family has certain connections. In short, she’s the reason why the Queen Immortal was open to seeing you in the first place, Kabru.”
“Ah,” Kabru turns to her. “I’m grateful, then.” He gives her a polite smile. The smile Pattadol returns is genuine, albeit faltering.
Cithis watches on, talons clicking against one another. She holds her long, damascened nails at the edge of her dress, fidgeting with her index and middle fingers. The sound they produce is crystalline.
As they wait in the garden, Cithis keeps looking back and forth between Kabru and the other Canaries. She rubs the pad of her thumb over her metallic claws, running them over like a washboard.
Kabru pulls out a knitting set. A knitting set! He knits! And he just sits there humming and kicking his feet next to the captain while he finishes off a scarf. When he’s done he presents his creation to Mithrun, who receives it unflinchingly. Kabru helps him weave it around his neck.
Cithis sits in the shade. The great elm that shelters her bristles lightly in the magical breeze, the topaz leaves above teeming with spectral butterflies. After a moment of deliberating she stands, brushes the dust off of her skirt, and walks over to them. Kabru looks up at her while Mithrun continues handling the scarf.
“Cute scarf,” she says.
“Is it?” Kabru smiles—that damn smile. “Apologies, it’s just that I don’t consider it my best work.”
“I think it’s fine.” Cithis crosses her arms. “Very fine.”
Pattadol watches on from afar disconcertingly.
Kabru hums. He digs in his bag to produce another ball of yarn, and offers it to Cithis. “Feel it.”
She does so. It’s soft and scratchy.
“Yarn from Utaya,” he says. “I taught the carpenters in the Golden Country to make yarn like it. It is to your liking, madam?”
“Madam?”
“Or do you go by some other form of address?”
Again he hums, studying her.
“I appreciate how close you and Captain Mithrun have become.”
“Oh, is that it?”
“Indeed. I’ve noticed. My, I wouldn’t mind asking you to look after the good commander from time to time.”
“I don’t look after him; he puts in his own effort when I’m around.”
“I see, yes. I’m impressed that you’ve managed to push him in the right direction.”
“Can you do this somewhere else?” Mithrun says.
Kabru and Cithis stare at each other.
She pushes him into the wall with her talons around his neck. She’s so close to kissing him, the cold warmth of her breath clashing against his nose, but she doesn’t, just looks at him with eyes like falcons circling directly above, so he presents her with his signature shit-eating smile. She scowls and presses her knee into his crotch; she expects him to squirm but he remains still, before clamping his thigh around her leg, bringing her closer.
“Really?” Kabru chuckles. “That was what got you into it?”
Cithis stabs, “It’s cute, you and Mithrun. Not like you’d understand. You’re the first person who’s gotten him to budge, as I recollect.”
“Oh? You’re his caretaker.” He snickers into his hand with slitted snake eyes. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous.”
“You little slut,” she snarls.
She finally takes what he’s been giving her and shoves her tongue into his mouth. Her teeth and her mouth and her knee press even harder into Kabru. Further inside. She feels his erection under his linens. She tests his gag reflex and finds him worthy.
“You must be pretty good if Mithrun is fucking you,” she says after decoupling, wiping her mouth.
Kabru wipes his. “And you aren’t?”
“You flatter me.”
“I’m really not. He really hasn’t taken a bite out of you yet?”
“Business etiquette,” she says. “Don’t shit where you eat.”
“Oh, come on, I was getting into it.”
“And talking about babysitting Mithrun didn’t put you out of it?”
“It was hot in a responsible way. You looked good.”
“Quiet, you.”
Kabru gasps and slaps his hand over his mouth when Cithis lunges forward and bites his neck. She sucks, tongue slithering over the agitated flesh, and leaves a seething leechmark above his shoulder. Strings of spit connect them. Cithis leans upward and drags her tongue—forked, as Kabru now realizes—along his cheek, hot breath blistering the skin.
He clasps his legs harder around the thigh on his dick. She growls.
“Your legs are stone.”
Kabru shudders, feeling the senses in his legs fall away.
“Your arms are stone.”
Her mouth is stuck in his ear, and he can’t move away. His arms become cold and lifeless, despite the nerves screaming for motion. It makes his dick throb.
“U-Using magic for stuff like this?” He laughs in her face. “What right does a deviant have to call me a slut?”
“Already got my ears cut, why stop while I’m ahead?”
Her tongue stabs back inside, jamming down his throat. He feels the muscle bump and swell against his uvula, her spit spilling down into his larynx. He can’t help but choke on her. Any further and she could easily reach his trachea.
Her gilded talons dig into his sides. Her choking tongue represses the laugh that comes from the digging pain. She scratches up, no doubt leaving cuts under his clothes, until her knuckles are under his armpits. She traces around to his tits and cups them, squeezing, before clenching two fingers around one of his stinging nipples.
She pulls back when his eyes start turning dark. He coughs, mixed saliva webbing from his mouth like mucus. “Now I know why he likes you,” Cithis pants.
“He would if he could get it up.”
“Shut up.”
“Aw, did I just spoil him for you?”
She snatches his chin and snarls into his mouth. “Shut up or I’ll make you shut up,” she says.
She pushes her thumb into his lower lip, the tip of her nail ending just below his nose. He smirks and licks it. Cithis reaches down with her other hand and squeezes his dick through his pants.
“Cum.”
Kabru’s mind goes numb.
“You’re cumming.”
He bucks his hips into her hand and suppresses the moan cascading from his gullet. His arms and legs still won’t move, so he squirms between Cithis and the wall uselessly as a dark spot forms on his groin. Cithis peers down at it, self-satisfied.
“That’s a lot,” she muses, letting go of his face. Kabru slumps down, feeling the senses return to his limbs, and falls down to his knees.
Cithis reaches down and ruffles a hand through his dark curls. “Good boy.”
She then cradles her chin in her fingers and looks ahead in thought. Kabru continues panting beneath her.
She sighs, then looks back down at him. “As for your stay in this country,” she says, “I’m sure Captain Mithrun wouldn’t mind if you stayed in our lodge. Hmm, or would you rather stay in a tavern…”
Kabru looks up. He wipes the spittle from his chin with a finger, and grins with teeth. “I’d l-love to,” he says. “Mithrun needs the company.”
“Good, good.” She whisks her hand in the air: “Ei guddio.”
The damp mark in his pants fades away, but he can still feel it.
“Behave yourself, Kabru. You’re talking to the Queen, after all.”
Negotiating with the Queen of the Western Elves with a full wad in your pants is a harrowing experience. Doubly so when the person who magicked it out of you is standing right there, stealing glances every now and then. Pattadol, too, seemed disquieted.
Mithrun didn’t seem to care. That is, until the meeting was over, where he asked Cithis and Kabru, “Was all that really necessary?”
“Was what?” Kabru asked, very politely.
“... Nevermind.”
#dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#kabru of utaya#kabru#kabru/mithrun#kabru dungeon meshi#mithrun#cithis#pattadol#smut#fanficiton#fanfic
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don't worry about it though
marcille melting when kabru gives her a soft smile. maybe you shouldn't do illegal black magic if you can't even stay stony faced around handsome guys
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Heyyy girl heard you're not doing so hot so thought I'd come in with a couple of my thoughts and just ramble to you and see if that might help.
1) Chilchuck romance arc with someone where he softens and then there's part of it where he's acting like an idiot, stammering and stuttering and forgetting things that are currently happening because he's just Swooning hard
2) Kabru having a soft spot for stuffed toys from his time with Misril and actually choosing them as a gift for an S/O he's very passionate about. Things like maybe a small stuffed bear that can be used as a desk decoration, or even he asks Misril to teach him a few bits of sewing so he can make you a custom plush toy. Just little things like that.
Anywhoosies hope you feel better soon, make sure to water yourself, eat food and relax. Bye bye
- Stave
`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ STAVEEEE IT HELPS MORE THAN YOU KNOW. i’m literally giggling and kicking my feet over these, they’re SO CUTE WAUGHGHGH.
romantic chil thoughts oooughhhh…. imagining him swooning over you and becoming so soft, a little bit of shyness he hasn’t felt in years returning… thinking of him stammering with those reddened cheeks, struggling to say the right words… my HEART. stave this gave me so much giddiness !!!!
and THIS. KABRU TOO???? YOU SPOIL ME. oh my god i LOVE this idea. he finds out your favorite animal and does his best to learn how to sew it for you… the thought that he’d make it the perfect size to keep on your desk so you can look at it and think of him… kabru working so hard on it just so he can see you direct that smile towards him… stave i’m gonna melt into the floor. rn. oh my god
#✦ lilia speaks 🌱#THESE MADE ME SMILE AND GIGGLE AND SWOON#SOOOOOO CUTE#i feel sm better thank to you guys!!!!#you spoil me :’’) <33:#stave you have so many wonderful ideas…#eating this up rn
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Ooooh, vegetable scraps? Tell me more owo
[IMG description: an ask from @peerlessbellbird that says "vegetable scraps for the wip ask game!" END IMG description]
my post-canon mithrun wip!! this is a soft, introspective piece i've been chipping away at ever since i finished reading the manga. it's kabumisu flavored but honestly more gen than anything else
i'll put the snippet under a readmore because it's ⚠️ DUNMESHI SPOILERS ⚠️
“When’s the last time you ate?”
Mithrun slides his fingers along one of the freshly plucked mandrakes, dipping the tip of his nail into the small mouth-shaped crevice. He has no desire to eat it. Nor, really, to touch it. But it’s difficult to tell until he acts. He has spent too long simmering in the deep nothingness. Retraining his body, his mind, to want is not a simple matter.
“Captain.” Kabru bends at the waist, pushing his dark curls and blue eyes and careful smile into Mithrun’s vision. “Did you hear me?”
Mithrun heard him. Before losing his desires, he would not have considered responding to a question to be one. He knows better now.
[writing wip ask game]
#thanks for asking <3#writing wip ask game#my writing#quarklynx#peerlessbellbird#image described#image description in alt
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Hello!! Could I request some nsfw headcanons for Kabru and Mithrun?
Of course, love! Requests are OPEN!
NSFW will be below the cut! Spoilers for Mithrun!
Kabru of Utaya
This man is going to eat you alive. I said it before, and I'll say it until I'm blue in the face - there is nothing that is going to escape his notice. Every single weakness is going to be carefully catalogued until he knows just how to take you apart bit by bit.
This is a man who lives on his knees. He'll usually start by slowly disrobing you, turning each shed layer into an act of devotion. The languid way he trails his lips up your skin, inch by inch revealed and scorch with the warmth of each kiss that he gives. There will be no hiding from him, settling his hands on your hips as he rests his head along your knee, staring up at you with lidded eyes and a knowing smile.
He doesn't really do quickies - I'd say the opposite, slowies, even. With lips and tongue and teeth, prying and pulling with the calloused surfaces of his hands, he'll tear you apart to the very core. I see him as someone who loves to indulge in overstimulation, taking and taking as much as you'll give, until you're begging for mercy at his wicked tongue.
He gives as good as he takes, so if you want to take the reigns to give him a taste of his medicine, he's more than willing to lie back and allow you to have your wicked way with him. His face and chest will flush as you chart your own path across the smattering of scars and blemishes across the dusk of his skin.
His eyes will flutter shut, lips parted in soft moans with every sensitive spot that you discover and ruthlessly tease, paying him back for the same behavior. He'll grit his teeth with his brow furrowed the closer and closer he gets, until his body draws taut, crying out your name - though it's drowned out by the sounds of the bar above his room.
Mithrun of the House of Kerensil
As each new desire begins to slowly but surely take root and unfurl, those inklings of his past self begin to filter through - as well as echoes of the man he once was. To put it short, he is a possessive lover. He wants everything that you're willing to give and more, you've stuck with him so far. A lot of feelings from the past were consumed, shame being among them. He's indulging these new desires as they crop up, and pairing those two together... he doesn't care where the two of you are.
He's absolutely the person to pull you just around the corner for a quickie, grappling at your heated flesh and sinking into you with lips and teeth anchored at your neck and shoulders. There is not an ounce of shame in his body, and when you're done, he'll spare a moment to make you look presentable - though he looks completely unbothered by your barely private tryst.
He loves to have you on your knees, lavishing his skin in attention and praise, threading his fingers through your hair and looking down at you as you service him. He's a stoic man, even in these situations - to the point you may think that he isn't enjoying himself. His pleasure shows, it doesn't tell - in the way his brow furrows, biting at his lips, and staring down at you through lidded eyes. He doesn't moan or gasp, and it's only the slight hitch or heave in his breath that tells you just how much he's enjoying your mouth around him.
Any position that he can grab at your body under him is his favorite, being able to bend and twist your limbs while he shares this newfound pleasure with you. I like to think that he doesn't last long when the two of you first become intimate on account of just how long it's been - but he's absolutely going to go as many rounds as his body is willing to give him.
The afterglow is probably the softest point that you'll get him, when the two of you are basking in the remnants of pleasure, and he curls around you. His fingers will play across your skin, indulging in the closeness and brushing gentle, chapped lips across your skin. He'll murmur out nonsense against your skin, and is one of the few times that he'll vocally express his love for you.
#dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#dungeon meshi reader#delicious in dungeon reader#x reader#headcanons#hcs#dungeon meshi headcanons#delicious in dungeon headcanons#kabru of utaya#mithrun of the house of kerensil#smut
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ur blog is so cool!! can you try holm (maybe jealous?) with a reader who he thinks is into kabru bc of his endless charm? with a happy ending pls <3
Waaa! Thank you!!
(Also man, three requests with Holm in them in a row???? The Holm Nation is eatin' good tonight!)
As always, requests are still OPEN!
Holm Kranom
The two of you were thick as thieves, sharing little comments and friendly jabs about the others between the two of you. Plenty of gentle moments had passed between the two of you, and Holm had started to feel the tell-tale sensation of his heart skipping when he laid his eyes on you, or heard you laugh when Marillier would nudge against you with a soft 'bloop'.
He respected you too much to take the first leap without knowing for certain - but certainty was the one thing that he lacked in that moment. Too often he'd see you sharing your wonderful laughter with Kabru, a natural reaction to the man's comments. He wasn't blind, he knew that Kabru was charismatic and attractive - but that didn't make the ache in his chest any easier to bear.
He wouldn't fight you, if that was where your heart lie. It would hurt him and eat away at him, but your happiness was far more important to him. Even his undine would notice this change in him, her curious chiming and nudging against his face as he watches you from afar.
This would spark a change in him that you would notice, as he withdraws somewhat to give you the chance to spend more of your time with, who he assumes, is the object of your affections. This change is unwelcome however, as you begin to notice your shared interactions becoming sparser and sparser.
Which, if you have anything to say about it, won't last for long...
"Would you like to enlighten me on why you're ignoring me?"
Holm nearly jumps out of his skin as your voice echoes throughout the hall, and while he freezes up in his traditional way, Marillier wriggles happily in the air and floats over to you. You smile and gently offer up a finger to her to share some mana, though you don't let her excitement to see you distract you from your mission.
Finally, the gnome catches his bearings, and he tries not to let his anxiety at being caught show on his features... though, he's always been a terrible liar. He wonders if he should even try, though with a sigh, he decides that fessing up might be the best course of action.
"I just thought you'd rather share your time with some other members."
He answers truthfully, blinking in surprise as you settle yourself on the floor beside him. The look that you give him is incredulous, at best, and downright disbelieving at worst.
"Uh-huh." You hum, entertaining his thoughts for a moment. "Because any of the other's can hold a candle to you."
Holm splutters at the words, his head whipping to you as you laugh - though the sound isn't unkind.
"Oh, come on! Do you think I'm blind? I was talking to Kabru about you you know."
He's stunned further into silence, and when he stares at you for a long moment, you sigh, shaking your head with an exasperated fondness.
"I was talking to him about..."
"About?" He urges you to continue, finally managing to find his voice once again. You stare down at your hands for a long moment before turning to look him in the eye, a glint of determination held there, though his mind unhelpfully settles on the dust of flush across your features, and nearly misses the next words to come out of your mouth.
"About how to tell you about my feelings." You spit out, watching his face expectantly. The silence hangs between the two of you, though Marillier has no understanding of propriety in the situation. She chimes happily at the fact the two of you are near one another once again, which draws both of your attentions, and you both can't help but laugh at her antics.
"But I thought you liked Kabru...?" Holm finally asks, to which you shake your head.
"Nope, I just thought he may have some good advice for me - and it looks like he was right." He cocks a brow at you, and you continue to explain. "He, uh... might have clued me in - that you probably felt the same. He told me to just, get right to the heart of the matter!" You exclaim, thumping your fist into your palm, to which the undine wriggled in response. You look to Holm, who's feeling the warmth settle in his cheeks from your confession.
"Well... it looks like I have to thank Kabru." He hums, jumping as you laugh and thunk your head onto his shoulder. You look up at him, giving him a reserved expression, though the endearment was lingering in your eyes.
"And?" You ask, and he rubs his hands together slightly, shifting you slightly to the side to bring an arm over and around your shoulders. You practically melt against him, and you don't even need to hear the next words to know that his heart beats with yours.
"Of course I feel the same... you don't even need to ask."
#dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#dungeon meshi reader#delicious in dungeon reader#x reader#headcanons#hcs#dungeon meshi headcanons#delicious in dungeon headcanons#scenarios#delicious in dungeon scenarios#dungeon meshi scenarios#holm kranom#(definitely didn't mean for this to get away from me the way that it did. sorry not sorry)
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