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Myth x Lucette "050. Breaking the Rules" dabble?

050 - Breaking the Rules

There were many rules applying to a princess. Social ones, etiquette and sometimes simply expectations about how a princess currently had to behave. There were always witnesses for behavior. Family, servants, chaperons or maybe even guests.

Currently there was no one outside of Myth. And the level of freedom that added to their interaction was exhilerating like the first time she had channeld magic freely in an appropriate open space.

There were no roaming hands or deep kisses belonging into back alleys. Lucette was no fan of there things. But despite everything Myth was clingly and just like herself loved to be close enough to her for touch. Holding each other. Being closer than was approopriate. Kisses were a rare thing, both were not quite sure how to add to their current relationship.

But both needed the touch. The contact. No matter the rules, expectations or opinions. Touch made it real, where words were simply lacking.

And Lucette would willingly break many kinds of rules to keep that assurance that everything between them was real.

Hey so read the rules on request and wanted to ask exactly what aus we can ask for? Are there any aus related to CP that we could probably request?????

Oh, god, I am just seeing how long I wasn’t doing anything for this blog...

My definition of AU is pretty broad. Different setting as an example in a different time/scenario/place etc. (If you’re really curious about what people can come up with, go onto the official Disord server and ask for the Dance Dance Refolution AU. But please don’t make me wrinte anything there. I don’t know that kind of setting wnough to write something up there.)

Ask whatever you like, as long as it roughly makes sense and involves Myth. Myth is my only real condition there.

PS: I am alive and did even work on a bigger projekt! Whoever wants can go over to AO3 to the Cinderelly Phenomenon category. There is a slow-build fanfic in progress with a Lucette/Myth pairing.

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.

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…

039 - Dreams

Dreams were an odd thing. Myth knew that. Just as he knew their unreliability.

They were things that had been, may have been and could be. Good and bad.

Myth liked to think that his wishes shown during pleasant dreams would come true. Just as he wished that the bad things would disappear from the surface of the world and take their pyres, gallows, blades and blunt weapons with them together with the screams and phantom smell of blood, sometimes creeping out of his nightmares into his awakened state.

Even if he wished for good things for himself, he wasn’t sure that he wanted them, if he would ever need to relive these kinds of dreams for it.

These could stay dreams and never come back to reality.

Keyword - List

Well, look at what I found. A list of keywords for drabbles that was quite popular on Fanfiktion.de once as the 120-challenge (I think it was called).

You can ask requests for a specific setting with a keyword or simply pick a keyword in generall and I’ll write something for it.

If there is no ask in general, I’ll simply pick one with a random number generator.

And yes, words can be picked multiple times.

001. In Between Worlds

002. Love

003. Sunset

004. Deep

005. Seeking Solace

006. Break Away

007. Eden

008. Innocence

009. Drive

010. Breathe Again

011. Memory

012. Insanity

013. Abuse

014. Smile

015. Emotionless

016. Caged

017. Blood

018. Candy

019. Snow

020. Fortitude

021. Anomaly

022. Forest

023. Cat

024. Me Time

025. Trouble Lurking

026. Never Cry

027. Poison

028. Anguish

029. Curious

030. Rain

031. Defile

032. Never Look Back

033. Provoke

034. Mechanical

035. Hold My Hand

036. Precious Treasure

037. Eyes

038. Abandoned

039. Dreams

040. Black and Blue

041. Teamwork

042. Standing Still

043. Dying

044. Two Roads

045. Illusion

046. Family

047. Homunculi

048. Orphan

049. Stripes

050. Breaking the Rules

051. Games

052. Claustrophobia

053. Keeping a Secret

054. City

055. Waiting

056. Hell-Bent

057. Sacrifice

058. Bittersweet

059. Suffocate

060. Rejection

061. Fairy Tale

062. Djinn

063. Come-hither

064. Amputation

065. Contort

066. Suicide

067. Security Blanket

068. Bully

069. Annoyance

070. Wanton

071. Obsession

072. Pawn

073. I Can't

074. Demented

075. Mirror

076. Broken Pieces

077. Test

078. The Fool

079. Disease

080. Words

081. Edge

082. Forever

083. Heal

084. Out Cold

085. Spiral

086. Seeing Red

087. Appetite

088. Pain

089. Through the Fire

090. Sephia

091. Drowning

092. Die for you

093. Give Up

094. Last Hope

095. Streets

096. In the Storm

097. Regret

098. Puzzle

099. Solitude

100. Relaxation

101. Emo

102. Act your age

103. Covet

104. Detached

105. Belittle

106. Confusion

107. Dog

108. Moonlight

109. Secret Place

110. Annex

111. Coward

112. Emulate

113. Kami

114. Place of God

115. Delicate

116. All my fault

117. Chains

118. Ferocious

119. Autumn

120. Loser

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.  

71 - Obsession :)

071 - Obsession

The crystal was slightly glowing, just like always. His queen was safely enclosed, sleeping like she had for the last months. Months he had spent busy to assure the success of the task she had given him

There was no way, he was going to fail. Failure wasn’t tolerated. He was the only apprentice now. The loyal one. He would work on freeing her and succed and she would praise him, acknowledge that he was the better student.

His loyalty would be rewarded. Him fulfilling his task would be reward. These rewards was all he wanted. Only serving his Queen was important.

Hello! Can i please ask for #029 with a dash of soulmate au? (If you are still taking requests that is.) Thank you!

That turned out a bit longer than expected. But then you need a bit of a background and world building for soulmate AUs.

Have fun with that one.^^

029 - Curious

Despite everything Lucette had always been curious about the tattoo that had appeared on her breastbone, ending just below the neckline of her dress.

Next to the white lily blossom that had been there as long as she remembered a second plant had slowly stated to grow. First starting as a line next to it and slowly spread out next to the broad leaves and the stem of the lily, slowly gaining more and more details.

It was not normal and while she detested Delora for cursing her, she had still taken advantage of being around a witch and had managed to get her alone to ask.

And in the two weeks she hadn’t really looked at it since she got cursed, the thin black lines of the tattoo had broadened into a fully recognizabel branch adorned with white flowers, thin and straight leaves spreading out from it, accompanying smaller whiter blossoms.

And since then she had been introduced to the principle of soulmates, which were common among magic users and much more rare among normal humans.

A pair always shared the same tattoo in the same place, starting out with one flower and then a second one slowly appearing. The smell of the flower you started out with, would always be the one strongest to you, and the smell of it always with you, only noticabel for the partner.

Lucette liked lilys because of their posture, straight and tall and elegant, but she also loved their sweet smell, always so much sweeter than anything else, only matched by the scent of the second flower.

She could live with the lily describing herself. It was her favorite.

The second flower that had appeared on her was white blooming oleander. She had never seen it in the palace gardens, never smelled it before, but the books she read to research the flower, described a sweet scent. And a visit to a park only proved that one true.

And curiosity was what drove her to search the city for the person accompanied by a matching scent.

The curiosity was what drove her to follow Rod through the passage into palace, when she caught a hint of the smell on him.

The curiosity was what drove her to shout out the warning to Mythros, as Alcaster tried to kill him from behind.

Mythros smacking Alcaster’s sword asside with magic and pulling a dagger out of his sleeve and pinning the mans arm to the wall by driving it throught the attackers palm without hesitation or any kind of expression reminded her of yet the last paragraph, she had read about the plant.

No matter how pretty it was or how harmless it looked for not having thorns and sweet smelling blossoms, no horse or cattle would willingly eat it and shy away from it as it was highly poisonous.

Myth hadn’t bothered to give a closer thought about the tattoo appearing on his chest for years, had never bothered to take a closer look at it until the evening after the princess had disappeared from the palace and all the rage and worries broke out when he was finally alone in his home and found himself looking into the bathroom mirror when changing into less noticable clothing to match a coat with hood to check in with his informants in the city.

The image of a second flower having joined the blooming branch he had never bothered to identify threw him off, just as much as the kind of flower that was there.

The white lily seemed like a mockery, slapping into his face that -despite what he had told himself during the last years- there may be something for him in this world beside his servitude to the queen. Something that was his on a level no one could simply take away.

Soulmates didn’t always get along, but the reports that he had found during the years had always found the problem in how set one or both parts were about what their partner was supposed to be like.

He had never even imagined having such a partner, regarding how many had died during the Hunts, leaving many with a tattoo unmatched.

And now he found himself curious, who fate deemed fitting for him.

White Lilies stood for majesty and purity and in some interpretations even innocence.

The curiosity also gave him enough drive to identify his own plant, despite his already heavy workload of keeping Alcaster happy, hiding the Tenebrarum and his Queen, doing his work as the king’s advisor, finding and organizing witches that may be sympatetic to his cause once the Queen was free again and looking for the princess. And sometimes he strolled around the city when his head was too full, trying to pinpoint the smell of lilies in streets with way to many smells to clearly pinpoint anything.

Distilling the extract of white oleander and creating an oil was an art in itself, especially because he couldn’t risk cases of poisoning on accident.

But the smell would stick when he was gone and may lead his soulmate to him when he was unable to find that person.

And everthing came to bear when there was a shout behind him, warning him just in time to keep getting killed by Alcaster, accompanied by the sweetest smell he could imagine.

The resulting comotion had multiple causes.

Alcaster, who was the head knight, had just tried to kill someone and his small legion of knights had just tried to stage a coup.

The princess warning him, counted enough of a good deed that the count of three was full for her curse, breaking it, making everyone remember her.

Myth highly protective and dazed by the revelation of who his mate was, was not willing to put her into any kind of danger and didn’t bother hiding the exact extend of his power to deal with knights, who thought that pointing a few sharp blades at him for intimidation and ended up with shelves getting pulled down onto them outside the unlucky soul, who got thrown out of a window.

The king would hopefully forgive him the mess.

But as everything died down, Alcaster taken away into the dungeons away from the knights loyal only to him, the princess settled back into the palace and the repairs and clean up started, Myth got called to the king.

When he got asked, if there was anything else he had hidden, there was a choice.

He could lie and say no. The Tenebrarum was still savely hidden, the Queen with it. But the traitor had been living with the princess and may turn up soon, spilling everything about him and the Lucis bearer was more than powerful enough to find the Crystallum and the Queen enclosed in it. Plans destroyed, planning useless and even his mate gone from his grasp.

And while his Queen may not have bothered to get involved in soulmate business, if his mate had been anyone else, his mate was her daughter, who should be loyal to only her and not get protective of a possible mate.

He wanted to live. He wanted to keep his mate. He couldn’t have his Queen and his mate.

His words like barbed wire in his throat, he started talking.

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.