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𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬

☆ Genre: Domestic, fluff, angst

☆ Warnings: Lightly suggestive

☆ Request: No

☆ Characters: Chan, Y/N

☆ Word Count: 1.9k

Y/N really should have been paying attention to the intricate storyline of the TV show she had settled down to watch with her husband; Chan had already rewinded the episode three times, and she knew that number would soon increase. It was the sort of show that required her utmost attention, lest she miss another crucial bit of information. But regardless, Y/N couldn't help it when her mind began wandering for the umpteenth time as she traced her fingertips over Chan's.

Chan's hair tickled the side of Y/N's neck as he adjusted his temple against his wife's shoulder. The soft weight of his head was oddly reassuring to Y/N, as was the pitter patter of raindrops on the window. The couple hadn't bothered to draw the curtains of their bedroom yet, instead choosing to reside amongst the violet light of night-time, and the downpour outside cascaded elongated shadows across their bedsheets. They licked the side of Chan's face and painted him with comical shapes, and Y/N smiled as she secretly peered down at him.

She traced the edge of his wedding ring with the tip of her fingernail. The metal was cold against her skin, a stark contrast between the fierce heat of his fingers. Y/N smiled softly at the familiarity of the man's hands against her own. She felt as though she loved his hands twice as much as he hated them; something about the way his fingers were slender but wider at the knuckles was incredibly endearing to her, as was the rough yet soft texture of his skin. He didn't wear his wedding ring often due to the shape of his fingers; he found it uncomfortable. And Y/N didn't mind either. They had both always agreed their love and respect for each other was worth more than a piece of metal, as beautiful as the rings were. But on the occasions when Chan did wear it - particularly when they were in public - Y/N knew he wore it purely to make her happy. It was almost like his silent way of telling people on the outside that he was hers; he belonged to her, and it would always remain that way.

Her cheeks pink, Y/N laid her own head atop Chan's. The man gently nuzzled his hair against her cheek in acknowledgement, his hand slipping out of her playful fingers and instead slowly entwining with hers.

Y/N smiled. Their fingers always fit perfectly together.

"Do you ever think about like … " Y/N began, her quiet words trailing off as she started to think again. "How … we're … married?"

Chan's shoulders shook against hers. "What?"

Grinning, Y/N prompted further. "Like … we chose to spend our whole entire lives together. Isn't that weird?"

His laughter silent, Chan lifted his head. "Is it?"

Y/N shrugged. "Don't you think so? I mean … we were complete strangers at one point. We were completely random people. You could have … been … I don't know, a serial killer, or something. Can you imagine?"

Chuckling at his wife, Chan widened his eyes in mockery. "You're so right, baby … I mean, you could have been a really bad kisser."

Y/N sighed at him.

"Or, you could have been really bad at cuddling … what a disappointment that would have been."

"Chris."

Sitting up properly, Chan stretched his arms above his head as he resumed his chuckling; they looked like bird wings, and he groaned loudly before dropping his limbs into his lap again.

"Can someone be bad at cuddling?" Y/N asked then, suddenly curious.

"I don't know. Maybe? I think some people are really awkward," Chan yawned as he rested his head back against his wife's shoulder. His hands returned into the grip of Y/N's, and this time, it was he who started playing with her fingers. "I don't know what I'd have done if you were bad at cuddling."

He broke into a fit of quiet giggles as Y/N shook her head at him. She lapsed into a mild silence before the man started to speak again, his voice slightly wistful.

"I do. Think about it," Chan said softly. "Sometimes."

"You do?" Y/N asked. She slipped one of her hands into his hair and gently rifled her fingers through the frizzy curls.

The man sank further into her as he hummed a response. "Well, yeah. I mean … there was a time in my life where I didn't even think I'd fall in love, you know? The fact that I found you and I'm married to you is … kinda crazy, no?"

Y/N slid her gaze towards him. His eyes were hooded and fixed on the TV, but his gaze was distant, almost as though he was rifling through memories.

"I guess I just thought that I'd never find true peace with anyone," Chan whispered. "But I found peace in you."

At that, Y/N smiled. She turned her head to the side and pressed a kiss to her husband's hair.

"You didn't think you'd fall in love?" Y/N murmured in question as she smoothed the curls away from Chan's forehead. He shrugged, and Y/N saw reminiscence sparkle in his eyes like a distant star.

"People are weird," Chan said, and Y/N started to laugh at the simplicity of his answer.

"I'm weird," Y/N said.

"Yeah. You are. But you're a good weird … some people are … a bad type of weird," Chan explained. He shuddered suddenly, his face contorting in distaste. "Some people want … the wrong things."

Y/N wrinkled her nose. She knew what he meant all too well.

"I don't think our meeting was that random, though," Chan said slowly. He trailed his finger down the back of Y/N's hand, lost in thought. "I think us meeting the way we did … was … I don't know. Destiny? Like … it was written in the stars or something."

Y/N smiled at that. "Written in the stars?"

"Yeah," Chan nodded. He laughed then, his nose flushing and giving him the appearance of being stuck out in the cold. Y/N squeezed his hand, snuggling herself into him. "I think we were definitely written to meet when we did, and to fall in love, and get married, and to sit here like this … like way before we were born."

Y/N was quiet. And then, "That's deep, bro."

Bursting into peels of laughter, Chan removed his hands. He instead turned to face his wife and he slid his arms around her waist, pulling her into him.

"You started it … bro," Chan chuckled as he planted a kiss upon her cheek. "Don't call me bro. It's baby, to you."

He was grinning so much that his eyes had almost completely disappeared; Y/N felt her heart skip a beat. It was at times like this when Y/N thought her husband couldn't be more beautiful. Chan's beauty bloomed in the core of his heart and soul; it was the type of beauty that wasn't visible as much on the outside, but through his actions, through his words, through the tenderness of his touch, it was more than evident. Y/N couldn't help but feel as though It was the type of beauty that grew slowly on a person, like a planted seed. The roots grew first, unnoticed. The tip of the stem that broke through unassuming soil evoked joy, and as leaves grew, accompanied by flowers, and fruits, the plant's loveliness also grew.

There was so much beauty inside of Chan that it seeped through his skin and spilled out of his pores, like unique flowers. And to Y/N, Chan was the most lovely man she had ever laid eyes on. His loveliness was held in the small imperfections of his bare skin that peppered his jaw like stardust, the freckles that kissed his cheeks like constellations. His smile glowed warmer than the sun, and the happier he was, the smaller his eyes got; Y/N knew it was something he hated about himself. But it was something she loved about him so much that she didn't know what to do with herself.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Chan whispered.

Y/N bit her lower lip. She was faintly aware that she had zoned out again, admiring her husband while he had continued to speak. She had no idea what he had been saying, and she inwardly held herself back from launching herself on top of him like a dead weight as a sudden wave of affection for him threw her off guard.

"If we really were written in the stars … " Y/N's voice wavered as she steepled her fingers against the side of Chan's jaw. "Then remind me to one day thank the one who wrote it."

Chan's eyes widened slowly, marginally. As they did so, his mouth parted; he was at a loss of words - such a short comment had completely robbed him of his breath, and his gaze immediately locked with Y/N's as they lapsed into silence.

It was broken when Chan used his hand to pull his wife towards him; closing the distance between them, Chan sealed his lips over Y/N's in a slow kiss, his breath shuddering against hers.

"There's no, way," Chan gasped in between kisses. "That. We're random. No. Fucking. Way."

Y/N tightened her grip on the man's bare shoulders. Her heart was hammering in her ribcage the way it always did when he kissed her; she felt as though she was floating amongst clouds, yet running a marathon, all whilst being wrapped up in the warmest, softest blanket known to man. It was a feeling that she would never tire of, and as she kissed her husband back who was continuing to whisper his adamancy on them being predestined, Y/N felt perhaps their souls really were connected.

A long while later, Chan covered his face with his fingers. His shyness had begun to creep up inside of him in the form of redness over his neck and chest; Chan had started to laugh all over again, the sudden intensity in the air dissipating as he dropped his head against Y/N's shoulder.

Suddenly clocking the unfamiliar scene on the TV, Chan sat up quickly.

"Hey!" He let out an exclamation of disbelief and humour. "I have to rewind again."

Giggling, Y/N pulled the quilt towards herself..she felt as though her skin was burning, yet she still craved the comfort of the sheets against her skin. "This time it was your fault."

Chan was indignant. "Uh, no? I don't think so?"

"You're the one who kissed me."

"Well, you're the one who started contemplating our marriage," Chan quipped, his lips twitching in amusement. He reached for the remote from his bedside table. "This is the last time I'm rewinding. Only because I have no idea what's happening either."

Y/N grinned. She leaned into her husband and curled her hands around his arm, looking up at him through her lashes.

Chan spluttered. He jabbed at the remote buttons, though he couldn't keep the contagious grin from spreading across his face.

"Pay attention now," Chan huffed as he slid his arm around Y/N. His hand was soft at her side, and the bedsheets rustled as he tangled his legs with hers. "Only you could turn an hour-long episode into a three hour one. The next time I have to rewind, we're doing something else."

Y/N raised her eyebrows. "Oh yeah? What?"

Chan smirked. His firm kiss to her lips was enough of an answer, and Y/N giggled as she squeezed her arms around his torso.

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Depths of the Heart

This was supposed to be your last excursion with the party and now you're trapped with Laios. What will be revealed while Chilchuck takes his sweet time helping you out?

Miscommunication? sorta both Laios and the reader are oblivious to their feelings. I did give the reader some anxiety so there's that <3

ダンジョン飯 | Dungeon Meshi | Delicious in Dungeon

Relationship: Laios Touden/Reader

Characters: Namari, Chilchuck Tims, Falin Touden, Marcille Donato, Shuro | Nakamoto Toshiro, Laios Touden

Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Anxiety

As you walk on the stone floors your footsteps echo alongside your parties. The third floor was known for having hidden doorways and traps from floor to ceiling so Chilchuck was leading the group. His senses worked on overdrive making sure the path was safe. 

You had already been in the dungeon for two days so the conversation was light. Marcille and Falin were chatting quietly, probably about spells or their years in the academy. Laios was sticking by Shuros side, like a puppy following a stray cat, asking questions about monsters in the east. Namari and you brought up the rear, protecting the rest of the party from possible attacks. Namari wasn't much of a conversationalist, other than when it came to weapons, so you two walked in a fairly comfortable silence. 

Your mind drifted to your conversation with her before you entered the dungeon a few weeks ago. The party was out to dinner while going over the last excursion. You had wanted to get her input about your thoughts on possibly leaving the party.

“Why!? I mean, not that there aren’t any valid reasons to leave and find a different party, or employer but I thought you and Laios… Got along well. And you like the rest of the party too. You seem happy enough with the progress and payment?” her eyes looking over to where the rest of the party ate in the meal hall. 

“I did, I do. It’s just lately I find myself making mistakes and not feeling like I fit in. The vibes have changed you know? Plus I got an offer for room and board and a paying position in another party on the island. And I know you were thinking about leaving for a little while so I thought I’d get your thoughts.”

She took in your words for a beat and then responded, “I have been getting offers from other parties as well, and they are pretty enticing. Especially when Laios can be a less-than-great leader in the social aspects of leading. Though it would take something pretty impactful to make me just get up and leave.” 

You nod along as she talks. 

“But that’s me. What's important is that if you feel like staying in the party is not for you then that's what you feel. Before you leave you should talk to Laios, see if maybe this is something you could ya know, work out together.”

Your face grows hot at her suggestion, that was the opposite of what you wanted to do. Recently just being around Laios made you self-conscious and kinda clumsy, which is not what you wanted when in a life or death situation “Maybe. I’ll give it some thought. Thanks, Namari.” 

When you had gone to Namari you had expected her to agree with you and support your decision to leave. It would make sense given that she was always voicing her displeasure with the financial situation. It seemed strange that she would encourage you to try and talk through your issues. Walking on the third floor you think about the resignation letter you had in your pack for after the end of this crawl. You hadn't told anyone yet, not wanting to ruin your last adventure together. Though most of the party members had noticed your emotional distance, besides Laios. He would still tell you monster facts about the monsters you had just taken down, even repeating ones he had told you before. Earlier on you would grin and comment on them, or even offer some of your own. Now however it makes you feel uneasy when his smiling face and positive energy are directed towards you. You simply acknowledged his words and continued. 

You can't blame him for not noticing. You were trying to not let him know how strange you felt, and you were not about to tell him and make him concerned. And what if he got mad at you when you told him, you couldn't handle that? It would be easier to just take it on yourself and remove yourself from the equation. You had been in your mind so much you hadn't noticed that there was an odd stone in your path. Though Laios had. 

“(Y/N!)” he shouted while rushing back towards you. You looked at him right as your foot stepped down. His body collided with you as the section of floor you were standing on gave out beneath you. 

~~~

“Damn it!” you exclaimed after you had landed properly on your bottom with Laios’ body over top of yours. “I can’t believe I was dumb enough to step on that pressure plate! I should have been paying attention.” 

“We all make mistakes,” Laios said while standing up and dusting himself off. “Plus Chilchuck should be able to find the release mechanism up above. Then Marcille or Falin can help us out.” He starts looking around, the temporary holding place having a few torches for light. “At least it wasn’t a spike pit.” 

“We shouldn't try to escape without Chilchuck. We may get ourselves into even more trouble if we press the wrong thing. Plus neither of us specialize in things like this.” you tell him, worried as he walks along the perimeter of the room.

He nods along, “You’re right, looks like we’ll just have to wait it out.”  

Your heart beats loudly in your chest. Not only were you trapped due to your airheadedness you also had brought Laios down with you.  Mistakes like this were exactly why you needed to leave. You were becoming a danger to yourself and others. Whenever Laios was around or on your mind you just could not focus. Why had you decided on one last trip? You had already agreed to the new job?  You knew you couldn't be trusted but you just had to follow along. But when Laios told you about the plans for this trek you just agreed, without a second thought. And now, you could die in this stupid room and no corpse retriever would be able to find you. No, you try to tell yourself, you're only on the third floor and you trust your party. As long as you stayed where you were and did not move there would be no way you could mess it up anymore.

“Well while we're here we may as well make lunch.” 

“Yeah I guess.” you're an idiot

~~~

Laios went through his rations finding some dried meat and barley rice. He didn’t have enough water to soak the barley rice in. 

“I think I have some backup in my pack, you can check. Oh, also I brought some seasonings along if you would grab those too” You were busy using your limited magical knowledge to start a fire. 

“Thanks.”  No matter what was cooked he would always stomach it with enthusiasm if it came from you but you did pride yourself on being able to make the rations a bit better with seasonings and some oil. Some people, Chilchuck, thought it was an unnecessary weight but you liked it. Plus you could tell he liked it better when you were on cooking duty. 

Rummaging sounds came from Laios as he looked through your pack for the ingredients. Your fire was done and you placed the pan over the fire to start heating up. 

“Here.” he handed you the water and your spice pouch. 

“Thank you Laios,” you added the water to the pan and let it come to heat as you prepared the barley rice. 

After a while the food was ready. You and Laios ate together. It may have been your anxiety but he seemed suspiciously quiet. Laios was rarely this quiet for this long, always filling the air with his thoughts on monsters or the dungeon, freely asking questions about his party members' lives. To be fair you were quieter lately, though he had not seemed to notice, he would have brought it up. Or would he? He wasn't very keen on social cues so you hadn't seen him confront anyone about it before. 

“When are you leaving?” 

“Huh?” 

“I saw your notice in your bag, signed and everything.” 

“Oh,” You forgot you had it in your bag when you told him to look for the ingredients. “I was planning on leaving after this crawl.” 

“I… I thought you liked it, you know, with us.” 

“I do.” 

“Then why are you leaving, is it finances? I know we're a little down right now but if there was a problem why didn’t you come to me?” 

“It’s not the money, I mean it didn’t help but that’s not it.” 

“Did someone say something? Did they make you feel unwelcome or uncomfortable?” he looked worried now “Is it me?” 

You had paused long enough for Laios to pick up on it. 

“It is, isn't it? What was it?  I…  thought we got along well. That we were friends!”

“We were, or are.” You shook your head “It’s not you, you haven’t changed or done anything wrong. I just, I’ve been off and I can’t figure it out.” your heart was beating even faster, you were shaking. This was exactly the conversation you wanted to avoid. 

His head tilted “Off? Like sick?”

“No, more like clumsy. My thoughts keep wandering and I make silly mistakes like getting us trapped here or like during our last crawl. Do you remember when I got sucked into that living painting and Shuro had to jump in to get me? I had zoned out looking right at it and didn't notice it moving! I could have gotten Shuro hurt.” 

Laios is looking at you like you're a hurt puppy

“I’ve become a burden on the rest of the party. It’s not fair to you guys for me to stay so I accepted an offer from another party. They're giving me room and board too, so that’s nice.”

Laios seems to be thinking over your words, looking down at his now-forgotten food.

“But if you are leaving cause you’re distracted how will that be fixed by leaving? Won’t you just be distracted in a new setting? That seems even more dangerous! You don’t know if you can trust your new party members. At least with us you know we will always have your back.” 

“I didn't even want to have this conversation. It would have been so much easier if we had a successful crawl and then I would tell the party I was leaving and said our goodbyes. Simple and nice. People change parties all the time Laios!” 

“That doesn't answer my question.”

You sigh and look away from him, looking towards the torch on the wall. They are always lit yet they never burn out. Must be tiring “I know.” He doesn't take his eyes off of you. “I guess it’s because it usually only happens when I'm with this party. Well mostly.” You can't bring yourself to fully look at him. 

“Oh.” 

You breathed in, hoping he would just drop it. Hoping he would come to some kind of understanding in his head. 

“But why?” 

Of course not. 

You buried your face in your hands. “I don't know.” 

“If we can work this out then I want to try. You shouldn’t leave.”  

“It’s not like I want to leave! I just, I can’t justify putting you and the others at risk because I’m afraid to lose my friendships. I just know that when I’m around the party I get self-conscious or I keep thinking weird things and I make avoidable mistakes.” 

“Self-Conscious?”

“Yeah … like if I look okay, or if I’m fighting well or not. If i'm being too loud or talking too much or not enough. As if I was an adolescent again trying to make the cool kids like me.”

He takes some time to weigh your words in his head.  

“Well I don’t know much about romance but that kind of seems like maybe you have a crush? Maybe? Marcille has talked to me about some of the books she read, and one of the characters acts like that around the character they want to court.”

Your heart seems to stop. 

“I think the next step is to figure out who it is and then tell them. You should ask Marcille though she really likes this kind of stuff. She's been talking about it to me more lately so she must really want someone to talk about it with.”

“Oh god.” of course it’s just a crush you feel so silly. “I guess that makes sense.” But who? 

Oh. Oh no. 

“Maybe it’s Shuro? He is pretty cool, and strong. Or Marcille, I know some people really find elves attractive, plus she's also good at magic.” 

Of course it's Him. It could never have been anyone else. 

“Or Namari, you two do seem pretty close.” 

Before you started having trouble your thoughts were always filled with ‘What does Laios think about this’ and ‘I wonder if Laios would be interested in that’, you had just thought he was a good friend. It was right around the time he had carried you away from an attacking dryad after it had pierced your thigh that you became more distant. He was always so careful with you and attentive. But he had never shown you any interest, not romantically. You weren't sure if he was even interested in those kinds of things. If leaving the group was bad, being rejected by Laios would be even worse. There was no way you could tell him now.

“Never mind. It’s probably best for me to leave. I wonder when Chilchuck will figure this damned trap out huh?” 

“Y/N?” 

“It’s already been like 30 minutes at least right?” you got up abruptly.

“Y/N.” 

“Maybe we should try and figure out a way to escape. They could have been ambushed.” you were now walking around the room looking for switches.

“I don’t think so, and even if they had been they would have taken care of any monsters we were only on the third floor. Why don’t you want to talk about this?”  He was still sitting on the ground

“I’m feeling restless.” your hands ran against the wall, looking intently at the grooves.

“But if we work it out then you may not have to leave? You just have to tell them.” He sounds a little breathless.

“They don’t like me, Laios. Not like that.” Your fingers find a loose piece of stone

“You figured out who it was?” He’s almost hopeful

“Yes.” you pick at the small rock

“But you won't tell them?” confused

“No.” you let it fall from the wall

“So you're still going to leave?” 

The rock sits still in the place it fell

“Yes.” 

“Will you look at me?” 

“No.” 

A beat passes 

“We don’t want you to leave.”

“You don’t know that. I’m sure you can find another decent party member to take my place.” 

“I don’t want you to leave.” 

“Maybe a Kobold, that would be cool.” 

“I don't want a Kobold, I want you.” 

“No you don’t.” 

“Don’t tell me what I want. I don't want another party member, it’s not even about losing a party member. I just want you. Don’t leave.” 

“You don’t want me Laios.” 

“I do.” 

“No, you don’t!” you whip around to look in his direction unable to fully look at him, tears have been collecting in your water line for a while now. “You don’t want me!” A tear finally spills, you take a deep breath in and look away “Not like I want you. So just… let me go. I will be fine, Laios.” you don't want to yell at him, you don’t want to be crying.  “God what is taking them so long.” putting your focus on the ceiling where you fell from. 

Calloused yet soft hands touch your face, you don't know how he got so close to you so fast. Or quietly for that matter with all that armor on. 

“Look at me, please.” 

You sniffled, letting your eyes turn down to meet his. He, noticeably, was not crying. He was smiling, softly, a blush adorned his cheeks. His eyes took in your face and a huff of breath escaped his lips. 

“It’s not funny, Laios.” scolding him. You had just basically confessed and now he was what? Amused by the fact you were crying?

“It kind of is. You see I have just realized we are probably two of the stupidest people in our party.” 

“You’re not stupid.” 

“No, I am. Because I have had you in front of me for how long? And I am just now realizing how much I like you. Marcille didn’t want to talk about her books. She was trying to make me realize my feelings for you. Chilchuck has been complaining about in party romances more lately, And Namari told me you were thinking about leaving and yet I couldn’t even let myself fathom being without you that I let you pull away from us, from me.” 

“What?” 

“And you’re stupid if you think I wouldn't reciprocate your feelings. You are so stunning and clever, well usually. You let me ramble about monsters and you always light up when you talk about cooking or other interests. Anyone would be lucky to be on the receiving side of your affection.”

“But you've never even shown the slightest interest in anything romantic before.”  

He nods while wiping at your tear stained cheeks with his thumb.

“It is rare, but it has happened before. Though it was never reciprocated, after that I kind of gave up. I focused on being a soldier, and being a good brother to Falin. It seemed like I would never have a chance to love, much less be loved like that.” he looked down and away but just for a second. “I’m sorry I made you feel unwanted.” 

“I can’t believe I didn't realize what it was before we fell in this stupid hole.” you giggled slightly

“I’m glad you did, otherwise I wouldn't have gotten to do this.” 

“Hmm?” 

He softly placed his lips on yours. It was tentative, and unmoving. You pushed back lightly, letting your lips slot in with his.  

Above you the ceiling opened up, grabbing both of your attentions. 

“We should get our stuff.” you say. Slowly you pull away from each other and pick up your back packs. Hiding your flushed faces from view. 

~~~

It took a little bit of time but with some rope and climbing you were both able to get out of the hole. It seemed that the rest of the party also had lunch while you were in the trap. A part of you wanted to cuss them out for leaving you down there so long. The other part was grateful because now you had Laios and you got yourself back. Shuro was avoiding looking at the both of you but Chilchuck and Marcille seemed pretty smug.  

Smiling, Chilchuck finally spoke up “Sorry it took me so long, it was a very complicated mechanism.” Asshole. You glared at him as Laios spoke up.

“No it’s fine, but we did loose quite a bit of time we should probably move on if we want to make it to the fourth floor.” 

Everyone agreed and started to pack up and head out. While everyone was busy Laios grabbed your hand and gave it a slight squeeze. You would have to talk later but for now you felt lighter than you had in a while. You reminded yourself that you needed to rip up that notice and send out a letter to the other party. This one suited you just fine.

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