71 - Obsession :)

Hi Dicesuki? I would like to take home the asshole evil dude who claims he does not need love but is lowkey desperate for some kind of positive affirmation and affection, please and thank you.

Well, I’m still alive!^^

Even managed  a small side project in four chapters, where Lucette gets reincarnated as female Tony Stark and Myth as Loki.

It’s completely uploaded over on Ao3.

Maybe some Myth x Lucette angst? "092. Die for you"?

092 - Die for you

'I would die for you.' Why was that sentence deemed so romantic, used as a declaration of love, when the reality about it was so terrifying?

Myth had never said these words, never indicated anything in that direction. They both hadn't known, what exactly was going on between them. Unsure, how to define it, fearing how pushing it further may change it into something suffocating.

She had never said these words either.

But during that one moment were Alcaster had managed to break free from the fight where Karma and Fritz were trying to subdue him, set in his decision to make the reason for his coup failing disappear-!

Lucette had only noticed what happened when the blood was already soaking through her clothes and Waltz was pulling her away so Rumpel could go about his work.

And now, she was damned to wait, listening to weak breaths, hoping he would wake again and not just stop breathing at some point.

please ma'am I need a Myth/Lucette friendship before she was cursed

"Princess, I think your pet knight is catching up on something," Mythros' voice was calm, as he put the book away. A clear indication that the time was up soon. "And he may be planning to murder me."

"Fritz isn't my pet," she glared at him and then turned away again to glance down at the streets below them. "And don't be stupid. There is no reason for him to do anything to you."

"The king is also getting suspicious, how no one is able to find you, whenever he plans to have you interact with the new family members and how you always no of it beforehand. Especially when you're just 'taking a stroll through the gardens'," her father's advisor continued. "And you're underestimating your pet knight's protectiveness."

Lucette gave him a short glare and then demonstratively turned her face up and away, snubbing him. He only chuckled and she wanted to glare at him again.

He had only dared to call her adorable to her face once. But she knew he was thinking it.

"I don't think your father would object to us spending time together. He may even prefer it to you holing yourself up alone," the man finally said. "But they're starting to notice."

It made Lucette want to snarl how strangers intruded on her ordered life.

"We're not doing anything forbidden," she grumbled.

"We're on a roof outside the palace, I transported us to via magic," the witch's voice was flat.

"And keeping us hidden with it as well," she added. But she knew what he was talking about. She was the only one in the palace knowing that he had magic.

But she didn't want people intruding even further on her life than her stepsiblings already did. Didn't want to share these breaks she got from the palace and the whispers floating in the hallways. But Emelaigne was insistent on tracking her down to spend time with her. As such her disappearances were no longer as unnoticed as she wished.

But this was hers. Her choice. Her decision. And she didn't want it taken away. Myth had never said that he was a witch specifically but fairies weren't hiding what they were.

Her father was also not ranting against witches ever second or third day.

"It's time to go back," he said.

Taking a deep breath, she got up , steeled herself and grabbed his hand to let him lead her back through the portal into the palace gardens.

drabble on myth cursing fritz?

How it may have happened…

Myth eyedthe bound young man, who was glaring at him with a defiant expression. Right.Alcaster and his inability to share plans with his allies, when the allies inquestion were supposed to be involved in the very same plans.

Making him disappearwas not possible, the boy was too high profile and the princess would noticeand want the disappearance investigated at least. God only knew why Alcastercouldn’t notice some common sense and notice that his son was happy where hiswas an wouldn’t join any coup. Committed to his oath and duties.

“You know,Fritzgerald,” he finally said calmly, “You shouldn’t take that personally. Thiswhole mess is not happening, because you’re defiant or anything. Just becauseyour father is unable to use his eyes for more than reading paperwork and lookingif his knights follow the orders he makes.”

He wouldlove to do something more… tailored, but personal curses took time to prepareand the Fairytale curse was… easy to cast with it imprinted on the Crystallum,even allowing weak witches to cast a curse. As it was, he had enough power toinfluence how the curse would manifest beyond the tale chosen and add a fewextras.

Preparingthe curse, the magic started to glow above his hand. The knight’s eyes widenedand he started struggling against the ropes.

It didn’thelp him at all, the curse hitting him straight on, body slumping down.

AttentivelyMyth watched the first black fog starting to manifest around the male, gettingthicker, wavering around and finally completely enveloping the body.

When it disappeared,the hair was black. And, Myth noticed absently, he would need to obtain a fewclothes for this one. Well, easy enough to get. Just a nuisance that Alcastercouldn’t have given him the heads up. He could have things prepared alreadythen.

Yellowisheyes gave him a piercing look over and Myth glared back, not willing to give thisnew predator a sign of weakness and yank the leash already. That was lastresort. A permanently chained up beast would be useless and he had no patience forit.

A growl anda grin showing teeth and Myth raised an unimpressed brow. “You’re a human, wolf.If you want to run free, you should befriend yourself with the idea of behavinglike it,” he said coolly, “The name you’ll be using to interact with people isVarg. Remember it.”

HopefullyAlcaster really had something to keep this one occupied with. Myth had no timeto play babysitter!

can we have 028?

Enjoy. ^__^

028 - Anguish

The worldwas unfair. Myth had known that since the Hunts. This was simply the worldtaking it a bit further.

How couldthe traitor dare?!

As it was,there was nothing, Myth could do. Nothing outside of staring at the crystal encasedform. Wondering about her status was maddening. Was she sleeping? Aware of hersurroundings, unable to move or make herself known? Was she in pain? Did sheeven notice that time passed?

Having theonly person willing to support him was maddening!He still could remember her last words, promising sweet rewards for hisloyalty, but until then-

The fear of being found. The traitor returning,finding the cure to his curse. The traitor finding him, killing him for realthis time.

The pain uponlosing to him during the rebellion had been real, physical. Knowing that he couldstill turn back up while he was bound protecting the queen-!

It gnawed athim. Kept him awake. And while the wounds healed, there was still the dangerand the worry and nothing he could do outside of waiting and preparation.

It drovehim mad. But there was nothing he could do to stop this anguish.

Do you have any scenario with Mythros you would like to see?

Canon or Fanon?

Canonwise I would love to see how exactly Myth managed to get into the palace after the Great War was over. He would have been just twenty at most at that point and I don’t see the king trusting someone that young without a very good reaon.

Fanonwise… I don’t really know there. Maybe AUs, what may have happened if Myth had followed Waltz into treason (maybe recognizing Hildyr wasn’t attached to him). Or one where another party used the commotion of the rebellion to invade the palace to hunt down the “witch spawn“ and him shielding Lucette instead of helping his master.

I also spent some of my time trying to plan out a Myth-Route. Which is… not going along that well and still needs quite some work.

15?

And here is another one.

015 - Emotionless

Beingemotionless would have been a blessing. It would make the whole thing so much easier!

But Mythwasn’t able to just kill off his emotions, his wants or his wishes. And so, hespent every single day since the rebellion seething on the inside, snarling atpeople celebrating about the queen’s death and cursing the traitor and the damnedfairy with every insult he could think off.

And laterfought back the desperation and depression pushing down at him, when he lookedat the sleeping face of his teacher. He couldn’t fail. He wouldn’t fail. But the fear of failure was gnawing at him, day andnight, every second he spent in his disguise.

Fear ate athim, anger boiled inside him, fury seemed to cloud his thoughts when his mindslipped away.

Being ridof these pesky feelings wasn’t possible. But it made the future of his queenreturning look so much sweeter, that it may even be worth it.

34?

034 - Mechanical

Over theyears the action of renewing the glamour on himself had become an automated actionof his body he didn't even need to pay attention to. He could do it halfasleep. Had done so multiple times already. It had become a mechanical actionto him, when it had started out as a must to stay hidden.

Now it wassimply a mechanical action of him, build into a routine. Just like sitting downon the desk in his office and stamping and/or signing papers.

Time wasgnawing at him, at his mind, lulling him into a sense of secureness. But asmechanical as it was to him, as ingrained as the action was, it didn't meanthat it would work forever. He was a witch and the princess was going toinherit the Tenebrarum. And then it would only be a matter of time until shenoticed the witch in the palace.

The routinewas safe, but only for the moment. Working like a machine was only useful whenthe setting stayed the same.

He simplyneeded to make sure that the situation was in his favor when the machine becameuseless.

Your writing is veeery good. Thank you for creating all this content. Can I request Myth interacting with young Lucette? Like, before the rebellion.

Take some story time.^^

If anyone wonders, the tale Myth starts telling is taken from the game “Kingdomd of Amalur: The Reckoning”. There are multiple tales in it, this one is the start of the one called “The Fading Of The Fae”.

The ten-year-oldwas looking at him curiously from her place at the floor in front of themakeshift puppet stage Waltz seemed to try to hide behind. “Princess,” he bowedstiffly to the girl and then glared at the boy trying to make himselfdisappear. “This is what you do, when you’re supposed to be studying?”

“W-Well,” Waltzchuckled awkwardly and forcefully, glancing at the door as if he was judgingthe time, he would need to reach it and flee successfully, “What are you doinghere, Myth?” “You didn’t put the books back. I got the allowance to get out ofyou where they are. That involved hunting you down in the first place. Does thequeen know what you’re doing?”

“It’s a secret!” the girl exclaimed cheerfully, “Youlearn together with Waltz? Can you also do tricks? Waltz can make flowersappear!” Big golden eyes peered at him. With her head slightly tilted the smallgirl looked… kind of cute.

“Secret?”he asked flatly, “Flowers?” “And we make dolls together and come up with storiesand he is really got at telling stories.”

“Stories?”he raised an unimpressed brow Waltz, “You do this instead of-?” “Don’t tellmother, please?” Myth starred at the girl. “What?”

“Don’t tellmother, please? I like having more company than my dolls and the maids areforbidden from playing with me and mother is barely there…” a pleading gaze methis eyes “You can stay as well!”

Silence. “What?I have no time to-” the golden eyes seemed to get a bit watery. For a momentfaces seemed to overlay, golden eyes darkening a bit, face morphing into a toddlerpeering at him, reaching for him. He forced the feeling away, before it couldgrab him. He starred silently at the girl. “And what would I be doing here?” hefinally asked coolly.

“Oh, Waltzand I come up with stories to tell each other. These Fairytales are boring andalways following the same pattern. So we come up with new stuff. Do you knowany stories to tell?”

He triedglaring at Waltz, who was still looking at him, but not looking outrightterrified anymore.

“I…”curious eyes looked at him. Hopeful and waiting. “I guess, I know a few fewerknown ones…” he finally sighted and the small girl let out a delighted aroundand suddenly he got pulled down to where she was sitting. “Tell, tell, tell!”The girl stilled and then looked over to the stage. “Is it something that couldbe played as well?”

“Ah… I doubtyou have the fitting things here…” Myth started and looked around for a moment.In the end the girl settled down comfortably anyway and looked at him. Mythalmost flinched when Waltz sat down as well, looking just as curious.

Myth took abreath and started talking, remembering dark evenings and a dark voice wistfullyrecalling old stories from memory.

“They were the harbingers of the Fall, theseChildren of Dust…and they lit the forest with their fires, and then split it with their blades.We crept back, shapeless in the darkness, silent in the trees. But shadows are few in this age of mortals. The light beckons…”

It was along tale and he was barely halfway through when he felt a weight against hisside and trailed of. The princess had fallen asleep and cuddled up to him,Waltz giving him a bright smile and then got up, coming back with a blanket.

Myth lookedat the sleeping girl snuggled into his side and tried to drown away thememories of a dark-haired toddler doing the same years ago.