Alright:

Why did you spare me?

An angsty drabble because I was in the mooooooooooooooooooooooooooood. I miss drabbling…. BEWARE OF SPOILERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ALSO TRIGGER WARNDING FOR BLOOD AND MENTIONED DEAD BODIES

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57 pls

And here is it. ^^

057 - Sacrifice

Somesacrifices were necessary. Myth knew that. Prepared for that, even. But it wasstill a pity that with the traitor’s involvement the princess was useless forhis plans. It would need threats instead of negotiation, now, to free thequeen.

Alcasterhad been a sacrifice from the beginning, the man way too greedy to accept his placewasn’t on the throne. Fritz was way too… genuine with his loyalty to duty and crownto accept the princess being sacrificed. But then Myth didn’t even know, whatthe queen would do with her child in the end.

The kingwas a readily sacrificed pawn in his game. Too idealistic. Too stubborn to justlay down after tasting the freedom the queen’s absence offered him.

What Mythhadn’t expected was the readiness with which the queen sacrificed him.

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.

i was thinking moonlight with MythLu? thank u. sorry for bothering u.

You aren’t a bother. If writing was a bother, my ask box wouldn’t be open.

108 - Moonlight

The moon was bright in the sky, turning the room into a strange pattern of shadows and strange patches of white and different shades of gray.

And Myth couldn’t sleep. He had fallen asleep, woken up, due to a nightmare, he couldn’t remember clearly anymore and then had found himself laying awake, heart still beating to fast, thoughts still running. Normally, he would have gotten up, left the bed and found himself a book. There was always paperwork in his office, waiting to ge finished.

But he wasn’t alone and there wasn’t paperwork needed to distract himself from these feelings anymore.

His Princess, to be his Queen (always his Goddess, but he had the feeling, she wouldn’t react well to that title) was still asleep, the moonlight illuminating her form.

He didn’t dare to cast a mage light, she had proven before that she was sensitive enough to notice, even when asleep and it was enough that he was awake. And the moon was bright enough anyway.

He watched her for a bit, before he carefully reached out and grabed her hand. Both of them didn’t sleep well too close to each other. As nice as the feeling was, it felt restrictive to sleep like that. Trapped.

It was enough if the other one was there when they woke up, not that they slept together often. The king just wasn’t sure how to find a chaperon that could keep a good eye on them, regarding how both of them could magically change places.

Closing his eyes again, he concentrated on listening to her breaths and the fingers around his, he drifted off back to sleep. Even so, he was sure that her grip tightened at some point.

010? Honestly I can’t choose, I love them all

And here is it. ^__^

010. Breathe Again

Being ableto breath normally again… nice. Myth could still recall the feeling of wantingto breath, trying to breath, but beingunable to, restricted by ropes too tight, cutting into the skin of his throatand almost completely blocking his airpipe.

Stupid Hunters.Stupid humans! They should all justgo and die!

The boyglanced down, checking the surroundings. The forest was empty and quiet. Climbingup here had been difficult, still dizzy from the long lack of air, but it hadbeen worth it. People rarely looked up, even when looking for someone. Andthere were no fruit trees anywhere near where he was, so there wasn’t even areason why someone would be looking up in this area anyway.

Jumpingback to the ground, the boy started moving away from the settlement. Now thathe was outed as a witch in this area as well, it was better to get the hell outof the area, before they decided to pick the search up again. He would need tojump a few settlements, to make sure, no one recognized him, but that wasn’tthe first time and he had enough experience with that already.

Keeping an eyeout, he pondered why so many deaths the humans inflicted on them had to do withbreathing. Gallows, if used wrongly, choked you. The fires may choke you beforethe burns kill you. Sometimes they drowned the witches, nothing to clean upwith them being dust and no wasting of resources either.

Maybe theydid that, because there wasn’t any blood to cause a mess then. Shrugging, he madesure to keep a steady pace. No reason to let these bastards catch him again. Hehad gotten lucky this time. He couldn’t count on always being able to take abreath again in the morning air of the day after the one when he got caught.

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.

no. 70 (wanton) and make it sexy ;)

Alright, my first try on a NSFW work.I hope it doesn’t disapoint.(and was surprisngly difficult to figure out.I am open for complains and critics.)

NSFW

NSFW

070 -Wanton

Most of thetime Myth restrained himself. His mission was important, going above every privateneed and needed his uttermost attention. There was no time to build up andharvest a relationship and to enjoy the fruits of it.

Andeverything was much more uncomplicated, if it got bought down to a simplebusiness deal.

There werealways some women in a big city -and this was the capital! -that were makingtheir money by offering specific services.

And usingthese services tended to be also much easier, if he got tired of a specific woman.Or wanted more than one. And every single one had areas they exceeded in, to becalled on depending on what was wanted. And the tendency to always pay for servicesrendered gave him a good reputation among these girls.

Christinewas for quick meetings, slipping in and out of buildings and to offer her warmbody and soft lips in the short breaks between lunch and starting up with workagain.

Alessa wasperfect for longer meetings with long, wavy black hair and deep blue eyes,moaning shamelessly under him in the bed of his private room in the palace (whichwas the only bedroom he had ever invited a woman into for safety reasons) whileshielded of by a silencing spell.

Catherinewas someone who was visited instead of called. With Auburn hair and dark brown eyes,she tended to add massages to the service for the right price and loyalcustomers after the deed was done.

And then therewere always the odd ones in between, he didn't bother remembering, with hot skinpressed against him, teeth nipping his skin and sweet pleasure and the grantedrelief from buildup stress. And generally, both parties tended to part satisfied.And how many he was calling on exactly… well, that was alone his own business.

71! (and with our dear Lucy if you would)

71 - Obession

Sometimes Myth couldn’t resist looking at the princess, like he looked at the portrait of his queen.

Imagening her looking at him and him alone.

She looked so much like her mother as well, the same hair, regal composure and a grace befitting her standing.

And utterly beautiful as well.

Myth knew better than imagening any kind of relationship with his queen. She was his teacher, his mentor, his savior as well. But she was also married -if only to gain access to the royal resources- and didn’t bother with any kind of familial relationships outside her daughter.

A daughter who was slowly maturing into something looking enough like her mother that it was easy to not feel the disgust for her, he had initially felt upon learning of her contact with Waltz and still different enough that he was very aware that she wasn’t his queen.

But she would be a queen at one point as well…

Myth was hoping she would be his by then, an allowance from her and a reward from his queen at the same time.

He hoped his queen would allow that…

More Myth x Lucette? "053. Keeping a Secret" Your writing and this ship is just *squee*!!!!

053 - Keeping a Secret

Keeping a secret was easy, if there was no one to share it with. Myth had always made sure that his secrets were all his own. No witnesses to his magic. No one seeing through his glamour.

But this, this was a different kind of secret. A delicate game of hide and seek, right under the nose of the Lucis bearer, the traitor, the king and Alcaster.

Not that he was much better than the traitor now. And even for the same reason.

He had never been so relieved to have been able to convince the princess to keep quiet about his magic (he had needed to show her the Crystallum for that) than when she had revealed herself to him, through the glamour the fairy bearer had cast.

The in a maid outfit was scandalous. And amusing. Not that he would ever admit that to her face. Just because she was much more stable about her favour than her mother didn't mean he needed to risk her goodwill.

And she was letting him close enough, to run his fingers through her hair, trusting him to keep Alcaster in check and Varg on a leash. She hadn't been happy about the curse, but it was better than letting the knight disappear, just because Alcaster was an idiot.

And they even had a good alibi already thought up for him as well. The king was letting of regular rants about witches after all. The late queen was visibly enclosed in the crystal and the fairy leader may not want to keep that a secret and they didn't need to lead revenge seekers straight to the Tenebrarum.

Only revealing his identity just before the birthday would be much safer than giving stupid humans a chance to damage the crystal in panic at seeing Hildyr.

A pity that most of these secrets would come out soon.

If you're still taking Dabble Requests maybe "014. Smile" for Myth x Lucette? (I ship it so hard. I have no idea. I'm sorry.)

Nothing to be sorry about.^^If you like the pairing, you may wanna check out my fanfic Bloodlines over at Ao3. It has a slow start, but builds up to that pairing.

014 - Smile

There was a smile on her face. It was strange to think that it was directed at him. For him. Caused by him. He couldn’t remember how it started exactly, a random spontaneous act on his part. A slight against the king, who had just ended another rant against witches.

And somehow it had ended with him gaining something for himself, not a whim of his Queen, but a decision of the princess by herself. She had been angry, when he had told her truth behind locked doors, but he had weathered her anger, her fury and  in the end it had softened into something else, built on stable foundations instead of a card house to crumble down as soon as another person folded and told her the truth.

She was his, as he was hers. More hers than his. The truth about him was more disastrous than the truth about her, which wad widely known.

And as long as no one told her the truth, she wouldn’t bother thinking about telling them the truth about him. And until then, her affections and smiles, small as they were -but genuine, how did he deserve this?- were all his.