Delicious in Dungeon | Weight and Hydration Management

[fairyfic]

Rating: T

Fandom: Delicious in Dungeon

Characters: Chilchuck Tims, Senshi, Laios Touden (mentioned), Marcille Donato (mentioned)

Relationship: Senshi & Chilchuck Tims

Words: 964

Content Warning: About an eating disorder

Tropes: Character with an Eating Disorder (Chilchuck Tims), Hurt/Comfort, Developing Friendship

Summary: Chilchuck's stomach was getting weaker, thanks to Senshi's meals. (And they were a lot less pleasant when they were coming back up.)

This was written for the Candy Hearts Exchange 2026! The prompt I chose to fill was:

"Chilchuck has an unhealthy eating/coping mechanism and Senshi gives him hurt/comfort."

... with, at the end, a touch of:

"Chilchuck or Kabru being seen, as in: he gets surprised because someone knows his habits or likes and is considerate with him (like not putting X in his food because he doesn't like it, or "insert other thing here"). Then them dealing with those feelings."

I'd actually wanted to write something about Chilchuck's disordered eating for a while, especially in relation to Senshi, so I was super excited to get this prompt!

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It was getting bad.

 

Chilchuck was glad he was a light sleeper. Without the initial lurches from his stomach jolting him awake, he might not have been able to wrestle out of his blankets and scramble to the next room over fast enough. He had fallen onto his knees and leaned against a wall, emptying the contents of his stomach while trying to avoid getting anything gross on his clothes. That was less of an active consideration, and more of a convenient little habit, though. It wasn't like he could think over the sound of his own retching, and the sour, acidic taste which rested on the back of his tongue, even once it was over. Then, of course, the stench would hit, and that, combined with the disgusting, sweaty feel of his body, would just make him want to throw up all over again.

 

It had never gotten this bad before.

 

He hadn't caught himself eating more than his stomach could handle since his first days as an adventurer, and even that had been a product of overeager preparation. And even then, he had only thrown up once, when he had to flee from a monster a little too soon after eating. All other overeating back then had just resulted weight gain.

 

Another result coming from his own naiveté. Chilchuck hadn't known yet that he needed to watch his weight.

 

The average half-foots' notoriety as a good trap experts had became an issue, rather than an asset, when Chilchuck outgrew the average half-foot. As much as being around his party would nearly make him forget it, he was actually quite tall for his race. So, if he wanted to stay with his current line of work, he had to watch how much he ate carefully. Which he did. His stomach was shrunken and small after years of neglect. His body being used to days at a time without food kept him small and lithe. It wasn’t ideal, sure, but it was what the job required. He had to do what he had to do.

 

Until Falin had been eaten. Until he ventured into the dungeon with Laios and Marcille to rescue her, bound by the payment he’d already accepted. (So he told himself.) And, of course, until Senshi came along. Because now, he was beating his all-time highest weight since going into the business, eating hearty meals every day. His stomach simply couldn’t take everything he was being given, as much as it would be nice to just appreciate it.

 

Either way, it was over now. He stood next to his vomit only long enough to catch his breath and lazily wipe his eyes. But the moment he was collected enough to, he brought himself off his knees, checking his clothes as he walked away from the putrid smell.

 

He could only just barely contain a yelp when he turned the corner, only to see Senshi already sitting up.

 

Chilchuck took a shaky breath to calm down, before switching to frustration just as easily. "What the hell are you doing?!" He kept his voice low in volume, but that didn't soften his tone.

 

Senshi didn't seem to get the memo, and spoke at his normal volume. "Oh, didn't intend to frighten ye."

 

Chilchuck rolled his eyes, already walking back to his sleeping bag. "Okay, we're done talking now. We don't want to deal with a sleep-deprived Marcille."

 

Despite his clear dismissal of Senshi, though, once he sat down in his sleeping bag, something was shoved at him over Laios. He squinted at it, unable to make out much but a vague shape in the darkness, but he got a vague whiff of salt in the scent.

 

"It's a water bottle. The water has salt n' sugar in it." This time, he did actually soften his voice. "It replaces the electrolytes and fluids ye lose when throwing up."

 

Chilchuck squinted at Senshi. He made a point of reaching out very slowly for the bottle, before snatching it away all at once, on the off-chance Senshi would be able to tell. He didn't seem to — he just kept rambling about oral re-hydration something-or-other, right until the point where Chilchuck took the lid off and began chugging it down.

 

"No!"

 

The sudden shift in tone was enough to make Chilchuck jump and immediately stop. "What now?!" he groaned.

 

"Don't drink too much at once!" Senshi's tone was initially scolding, before softening a bit. (Chilchuck almost preferred when he was snapping at him. His more patient tone made Chilchuck feel like he was being viewed like a little kid who just didn't know any better. It was enough to make him wanna barf again.) "It's best to drink small amounts frequently, to minimize the chance of upsetting yer stomach further."

 

Chilchuck made a sour face at him again, but put the top back onto the container and placed it aside.

 

Senshi said, "Atta boy," and Chilchuck very briefly fantasized about attacking him.

 

Instead, he loudly, passive-aggressively sighed, before flopping onto his side and pulling the blankets over him. He very pointedly turned his back to Senshi, squeezing his eyes shut. "Good night."

 

And Senshi actually seemed to comply for a moment, if the rustling of fabric was enough to go by. But then, he opened his mouth.

 

"I'll try to give ye smaller portions. We'll increase 'em with time."

 

Chilchuck hadn't realized that he expected Senshi to say more until he went silent. His own eyes opened, hardly much difference to speak of between the darkness behind them and the darkness of the dungeon.

 

He felt like all the organs in his body were rearranging themselves inside him. He subconsciously curled in on himself, distantly wondering if he really would end up throwing up a second time.

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Chilchuck, upon feeling Seen and Cared For: OH MY GOD I'M GONNA BE SICK