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Your ask box is probably so overrun rn but I had another idea!! Post-manga spoilers? I wish there was a way to like spoil asks

Laios talking to Falin and Marcille about how Yaad keep pressuring him to find a queen for the kingdom. They start making suggestions of other Kingdoms he could connect with or the orc girl (can’t remember her name) but Laios just shuts them down. Then Falin asks “what about (Y/N)? You told me you thought they were really pretty when you asked them to join the party.” And Marcille is like “[gasp] Yes!! And he always wanted to sit next to them during meals!!” So Marcille and Falin just start recounting all these romantic moments that happened between Laios and reader (like Falin’s are all pre-Marcille joining the party and Marcille’s are all post-Falin being eaten) meanwhile Laios is just sitting there with his big red face embarrassed like “I-I wasn’t that obvious, was I?”

I don’t know if it should conclude there, but like maybe Falin and Marcille try to convince him to ask reader but he’s a little hesitant to potentially ruin their friendship or maybe reader shows up and they tell him to go for it? Whatever you think is best :3 I love the idea of Falin teasing (playfully) Laios for his feelings and Marcille being obsessed with his love life (romance books go brrrr). I really like your writing and I can’t wait to read what you have coming soon 💕💕💕 but take your time and don’t over work yourself!!!

matchmaking

꒰ includes ꒱ ⸻ (dungeon meshi) laios touden.

꒰ warnings ꒱ ⸻ fem! reader (she/her pronouns), fluff.

꒰ blossom's note ꒱ ⸻ I did leave the ending a little open but with a very obvious route on what Laios is going to do. This was such a cute request! ヽ(>∀<☆)ノ thank you for requesting!!

“You must put some thought behind this, Laios.” Yaad sighed, “For the kingdom, please.” And with that, Laios was left by himself, as Yaad took his leave. This was the third meeting this week to talk of potential suitors, and all of them were rejected for one reason or another. Slumping in his chair, Laios lets his gaze fall outside the window to see you in the palace gardens. He lets his gaze linger on you, a small smile finally forming.

“Laios?” Falin peeked her head in, pulling his attention away from you towards her. He straightened up, clearing his throat.

“Come on in,” Falin enters, Marcille following behind her. “How can I help?” Falin falters, sharing a glance with Marcille and he instantly knew where this was going. He lets out a sigh, “Did Yaad send you?”

“He thought we could offer some better insight to your potential suitors.” Marcille clarifies. Laios nods, offering them both a seat- which they both take. 

“I don’t see the need for a queen,” Laios mumbles, sparing a glance back outside only to see you’re gone. He frowns, looking back towards Falin and Marcille. “The kingdom is doing fine without one, right? Yaad is overreacting.” 

“Well, a queen would help solidify your position, and she could help stabilize the kingdom.” Marcille says, “I’m sure Yaad just wants what is best for you and the kingdom.” Laios knows that, but it doesn’t make this matchmaking any less annoying. Running a hand through his hair, leans against the table and gives them a sheepish look.

“Well, do you have any suggestions?”

With that, Falin and Marcille begin to exchange potential suitors. All nobility from surrounding kingdoms. They offer up descriptions of how they look and what their personalities are like (much more than what Yaad was giving him). Marcille gives powerful options, whilst Falin gives eccentric ones.

“No, not that one… Nah… I dunno…” Laios is beginning to grow bored, and it’s obvious by his general lack of listening. “Mm, maybe? No. No, not them either…” Laios’ head hits the table as he lets out a loud groan. He’s done listening. “Maybe we should just-'' But before he could redirect the conversation, Falin’s demeanor grew mischievous. 

“How about (Y/n)?” The way Laios tenses up doesn’t go unnoticed by Falin and Marcille, who exchange a sneaky glance. Laios clears his throat (although choking on his own spit would be more accurate?) and tries to act nonchalant. 

“(Y/n)? They’re not nobility though… Are they?”

“No, but it doesn’t have to be someone with political power, it could be anyone.” Marcille says, “In fact, at this point, I’m sure Yaad would accept a monster if you said so-”

“Really?!”

“No- Ugh, Laios, seriously?” Marcille shakes her head, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Obviously (Y/n) would be better than a monster.” Laios nods. That’s probably true. 

“Don’t you remember? You said you thought she was pretty, back when you first asked her to join our party.” Laios becomes bashful at that. Of course he remembers when he first met you in that tavern, smiling brightly- it was as if someone stole all the stars and put them in your eyes. He could never forget the way you laughed with your friends, nor the way he approached you so confidently and informed you he was looking for someone like you (very smooth) to join his dungeon party. 

Nor did he forget how he embarrassingly pursued you for the next week, saying your skillset (he truly had no idea what skills you had at the time, but surely he needed it on his team) would be perfect for his team. You agreed, although that teasing smile told him you did enjoy the chase. That smile that would be the downfall of him.

Marcille slammed her fist into the palm of her hand, perking up with excitement. “Oh! Well now it makes sense why he was always wanting to be near her!” Marcille says, nodding. “Wow, so you had a crush on her this whole time?” Laios slinked down into his chair, wanting to hide away from the two, hoping his cheeks weren’t as red as they felt.

“Mmhm!” Falin nodded, “Once,” She giggled, “Once Laios worked a whole ton of odd jobs in between dungeon exploration, at a whole bunch of odd hours too- just so he could afford to get her a birthday present!”

Ah, Laios remembered that too. He worked more than he slept that week, just to buy a book you had mentioned wanting. It was completely worth it, he had deemed, when he handed the book over with a boyish smile. Your eyes lit up, and you excitedly thanked him, leaning in to give his cheek a kiss. 

Laios smiled at the fond memory, only to grumble in annoyance when Marcille let out a sweet squeal. “Aw! That’s so sweet!” She exclaims, “Oh, but listen to this, Falin!” Marcille says, taking Falin’s hands to grab her attention.

“When we were searching for you, Laios ended up getting pretty sick, and he refused to eat.” She paused for dramatic effect, “Unless it was by (Y/n)~” She sighs dreamily, “She spoon fed him back to health. Isn’t that so cute?”

“Laios has always had a soft spot for her.” Falin nods, “I remember we were facing a pretty big monster at the time, and Laios was all like “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you,”” Falin made her voice deeper to try and mimic her older brother, “And (Y/n) was like “No, protect yourself~”” Falin’s giggles made Laios’ ears ring.

“Was… Was I that obvious?” Laios asks meekly, his whole face as red as a tomato. Marcille and Falin nod, poking some more (harmless) fun at him by continuing to recount many stories in which his affections and adoration were very, very obvious.

It isn’t until Falin is retelling how he nearly beheaded a previous member from trying to impress you with his swordsmanship skills that Marcille remembers what this meeting was originally for.

“A- Anyways! You should totally ask her! She’d make a great queen.” Marcille concludes. Laios snaps from his flustered, standing up abruptly, and with a frown.

“I can’t do that.” Laios said, “I…” He glances off to the side. If he could ask you, he would, but… “We don’t even know how she feels about this, and it could ruin our friendship and many years of trust. I wouldn’t want to jeopardize that.” 

It’s in moments like this that Falin and Marcille can see his more king-like side. Falin offers a reassuring smile, taking her brother's hand. “Laios, I think you should go for it.”

Laios was deep in thought, when a knock on the door interrupted him. A head peeked into the room and sure enough, it’s you. It’s you, and Laios’ palms begin to grow sweaty. 

“Sorry, am I interrupting? I can come back-”

“No! I mean, no, no you’re fine. Please, come in.” Laios tries to relax, but he’s tense after having been told how obvious he was. Did you know? And if you did, how did you feel about it?

“We were just leaving,” Falin says, winking at her brother. Laios goes rigid. Right. This would be the perfect time to confess, should he decide to do it. 

“We were? But I wanna watc-” Marcille whines as Falin ushers her out of the room. “But how are we going to know if- wah!” Falin gives you a thumbs up before closing the door. You and Laios listen in horror as both Marcille and Falin press their ears to the door.

“That was… strange.” You comment, wondering what was going on with those two. Laios gives a very forced laugh, which causes your concern to skyrocket. “Is everything okay?” You ask, reaching over and placing a hand on his. Laios looks down at your hand, his breath caught in his throat. Damn it, he was hopeless. It was either you, or a lifetime of solitude, and for the sake of his other dear ones, he should at least give it a shot.

“Actually… we have a lot to talk about.” He says, hesitantly interlocking your fingers with his. He enjoys seeing your shocked expression that melts into something more shy. “And I mean a lot.”

꒰ ❀ ꒱ thank you for reading. have a wonderful day, darling!