Hi Dicesuki? I Would Like To Take Home The Asshole Evil Dude Who Claims He Does Not Need Love But Is

Alright:

1. Askbox is empty. Please sent request. T__T

2. I decided to open my askbox for NSFW requests. I’ll try to write them. Posts with NSFW content will be marked as such with a warning before the snippet, drabble, etc...

As such you can make requests now for: -AUs -snippets -drabbles (from the list or otherwise) -questions -One-Shots -any other writing connected stuff, you may want me to write I didn’t list yet, but no poetry. (I mean it. I suck at poems.)

The only condition is, that it somehow involves Myth/Mythros.

Well, my ask box is empty. So it was the random number generator for today.

011 - Memory

Memories were a tricky thing. Myth knew that and tried -sometimes desperately- to not get lost in them, while trying to imprint even the slightest detail into his mind, to not let them fade into obscurity.

It didn’t always work.

There were things he remembered, he didn’t want to know-

-firesflaringScreamsSmokeOhGodwhycouldn’ttheystop!-

-and things he had tried to cling to, but had still faded away into nothing-

-warmth to snuggle up against, a familiar smell, buthecouldn’trememberherfaceanymore!Why?-

-and no matter what, he couldn’t reverse time to refresh memories or make others to have never happened.

He missed things. He hated thing. He treasured things lost and hated what remained. But it wasn’t as if he could change what happened to give him these memories. At least some things were better of as memories. He could only hope that they would fade enough to stop giving him nightmares at some point.

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.)

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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.

This is the Secret Santa gift I received on the Discord server, where some CP fans came together and decided to participate in a Secret Santa. I love the gift very much and how could I not add it to this collection of Myth fanwork.^^

He didn’t need a gift; her smile was all that mattered.

My Secret Santa gift to Verona-mira. I hope you like it! The prompt was redeemed Myth getting roped into a Marchen Christmas Celebration. It’s about 1k words and Myth/Lucette!

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051 - Games

For some reason people were always set to compare people in their plans to chess pawns. Myth knew that kind of thinking -had followed it at some point- but had in the end abandoned it. Real life situations were way more complicated than games.

More important as well and way harder to control. You couldn’t just restart, put pawns back on the board or undo a turn. The rules changed as the persons involved changed. Left the pattern, joined it, changed their views or what they wanted.

Chess didn’t fit it. Chess had only two players controlling a set of figurines without a free will, following an unchanging set of rules. Real life was… variable. Even know there were at least four sites to the situation. Whoever had the princess, the king and his loyal followers, Alcaster and his coup, himself and his allegiance to the late queen and maybe even the Lucis bearer and her allies. And there was also the unpredictability of people meeting at random and forming alliances.

No, these things really weren’t like common games. It didn’t even exist a clear win or lose. There was still the possibility of things turning south and him being able to slip away unfollowed, like after the rebellion. Not losing, but not winning either. The chance for another try.

He would see what the future would bring.

099?

099 - Solitude

Myth reveledin being alone after a long day of play-pretend to be someone else. Someone,who didn't appreciate what his Queen had done. Someone with no connection toher.

The solitudewas calming, relaxing even. No need to keep his feelings from his face, no needto keep the glamour as strong. No need for the mask.

He knew howlong he would need to hold out. The princess birthday was arriving and passingand the next one was going to happen one year after that. But still not the onehe wanted. He needed her eighteenth one.

Until thenhe couldn't slip up, not even in front of Alcaster, who only knew he was a witchand not as fond of the king as he pretended.

Solitude wasthe only safe state, a state of no one being around. No danger being present.No one he needed to wear the mask for.

111!!

111 - Coward

Myth was very sure that most of the knights and other people obsessed with waving swords around would call him a coward. But there was simply no reason he could think off to knowingly put himself into harms way! And why should he enter a fight he knew wouldn't end well for him? That was simply being stupid.

Running from danger you couldn't fight was a viable strategy to prolong your own life, it had already worked during the witch hunts after all. And even kept him saver than hoping that these stupid humans would simply leave him alone, just because he really wished they would.

Running and hiding was a strategy, he could live with, as long as he came out on top in the long run. Sure, some people may call him a coward, but at least he was an alive one.  

You can trust my opinion because I have a lot to gain by being right and I have severe tunnel vision about achieving my goals.

Mythros, probably (via incorrectdicesukiquotes)

myth and alcaster drabble!!

Have a small piece.^^

Myth didn’tlike Alcaster. He was brutish, had no sense for sensible approaches and was tryingto take what belonged to his queen: The throne.

What didthe man even think was going to happen? Well, he knew what the man thought wasgoing to happen. That him taking over would instil enough fear into people tomake them ‘more productive’ again. Moron. He would be busy wasting theresources of this raised productivity to instil the fear needed to raise productivity.

Even nowthe man was strutting around in the room they were meeting in. Tense, as ifawaiting someone to just barge into the room. Not that Myth was going to remindhim of the spell keeping people away.

“That planis not going to work that way,” he finally said, “There is no way we can assurethat all of the turned knights will be in the palace at the same time and noone else. The number of the knights in question is too small.” And people notinvolved would never let his alliesin. And witches were vulnerable to steel like everyone else, if there was notime to cast a shield.

The man gavehim a cold glare Myth just answered with an unimpressed, raised brow. “Do youhave a better plan?” he snarled coolly. “More time to turn more knights to thecause,” he commented calmly. The man could do with some patience. But thenhumans had short life spans. Did Alcaster start feeling his age? Was that thereason why he started pushing everything forward faster?

“We can’twait forever! If the brat marries, there’ll only be more people to take care of!”“As long as the king pretends to let the crown go, there shouldn’t be a problemat all,” the witch replied. Not that the crown would go to anyone else than hisqueen.

He wouldtreasure the face of this human, when his queen returned and he noticed fromwhom he had tried to take.

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.