My Happiness About This Blog Existence Is Too Big. So Can You Maybe Write A Drabble About Myth’s First

I feel like I need to apologize, because the other one wasn’t a drabble at all and not even real angst. Have something morey angsty instead.

Sometimes Myth saw things that weren’t there. It wasn’t following a patter he could control. Work came in waves, cutting his sleep and with a tired mind, his eyes played tricks on him.

There were shadows reaching for him, fires reaching up to the ceiling, the coppery smell of blood choking him. Then something startled him out of it, mostly the sudden screams echoing in his own head.

The world was unfair. Crying for the past and lost things was useless. He still sometimes wished he had never needed to learn it. He would need to live with his nightmares.

Fire was the worst, flickering in each fireplace, bright and happy and crackling, accompanied by the phantom smell of burned flesh summoning the urge to run, run, run! He wasn’t sure if that-if he ever gave in to that urge again- he could run far enough to forget this time around that he was the only one left of that place he had called home once.

myth and fritz drabble?

Have a small piece.

Sometimes Mythwasn’t sure how the knight was able to be so genuinely good.

It wasn’tthat the boy was trying to be charming or trying to woe her. He was… way tooobvious for that.

But in away they were the same. Bound by their oaths, their duties, their promises. Theknight was just way more open about it, his promises and oaths known. His dutiesnot needing to be hidden.

Both oftheir duties would be dangerous under specific circumstances. And none of themwould simply abandon them. It was just how they were. Even when they haddifferent reasons for it.

In the end,they were both just doing their jobs, driven and motivated by personal agendas.

How would myth react to being in a love and having a love rival.

Well, here is what I came up with.

Was kind of tricky to work out and hope it isn’t too far fetched.

He ran intoher by accident. Even a year after her disappearance there were stillpossessions of his queen in the palace he had hidden away and sneaked into moresecure hiding places whenever he had the chance.

Like in thisnight, when he was moving the stash of magical books to somewhere else.

The librarywas dark when he had retrieved the first books and it was still dark when hecame back for more, dawn just dusting the horizon.

But now therewas someone else in the library as well. Stepping back into the darkest shadowshe slipped to the stash, made sure it was safely hidden and then went toinvestigate.

It was ayoung woman, not older than himself, taking books from the shelves and puttingthem onto a cart. Myth didn’t know her. The rebellion of the traitor had gottensome personal replaced due to ‘questionable actions’ under the reign of thequeen.

It was thesame reason why the former advisor had been let go, allowing him to slip intothe court.

It seemedthis woman was new as well.

Auburn hairframed a light skinned face with dark eyes. From the clothes she was wearingshe was either higher middle-class or lower high-class. Well, this wasn’t hisproblem. He barely interacted with the staff at all in anyway.

Myth saw heragain, when he was forced to consult the royal library for a dictionary  to better translate a contract he was tryingto make sense off.

She waschattering with a maid, passing by the shelf he was looking over and -when helooked over to identify the noise makers- she gave him a cheerful wave. Forcinghimself to stay in character of his new personality, he nodded back and thenscratched that meeting from his mind.

Then he runinto her for real.

For somereason the king was permanently shoving more work his way. On one hand, it wasa clear sign of being trusted. On the other hand, the man was most likelysimply trying to get out of tiresome and boring paperwork, now that his queenwasn’t terrifying people into respecting contracts anymore.

Myth roundedthe corner of a hallway and smashed into someone, paperwork sent flying.

They wereboth apologetic about the meeting, she embarrassed and he just done with theday, both collecting their own work which had scattered over the hallway andgoing their way.

An hour laterhe needed to hunt her down, because he was missing some sheets.

Her name, itturned out, was Elena. She had lived outside the capital in a town not far awayuntil the Great War ended and she had come to the capital looking for work,getting hired as a library.

She wascheerful, open and always up for making new friends. And she seemed to deemevery new person she talked to a friend.

Him included.

After thepaperwork incident -and yes, she did hold onto the sheets, because she didn’tknow if she could simply hand them off to another servant, proving the abilityof thinking sensible thoughts- she seemed set greet him every time they crossedways.

In thehallways, when she passed by his office, when he was forced to look somethingup in the library, it didn’t seem to matter to her.

The onlyreason why Myth didn’t leash out on her, was her ability to see when she wasinterrupting something and letting it be, leaving him alone to work through it.It was… kind of nice.

It took a fewmonths before he got a better grip on what she was like. How she was a bit shyaround strangers with no one around she knew and always willing to approach newpeople as long as she had a friend around. She didn’t like people mistreatingbooks -even had a slight temper there- and loved reading.

Myth foundhimself even slightly enjoying her company, it was way less offending than thetraitor had ever been, if only because she could stay quiet.

It took sometime for Myth admit to himself that he enjoyed Elena’s company. She was-everything considered- way less complicated than most women he had been forcedto interact with.

He likedbeing around her. He could make comments about books she understood, even makea bit of fun about how ridiculous some of the poetry books were, with theirperception of love and how it made everything just better and how marryingsolved every problem.

Then he foundhimself looking at books he had read some time ago and wondered if she wouldlike them. Was it something she may have read already? Something she would findinteresting? Or something she would put aside as boring?

Why did heeven care? His focus should be somewhere else completely, on securing andstabilizing the kingdom, so his queen would have everything she needed upon herreturn.

Why did hecare?

He… couldn’tanswer it.

Myth foundhimself thinking more about that question while living his days in hisdisguise. And then decided to just let it go.

He was workingon keeping the kingdom secured and he needed to wait a few more years for hisqueen to be released anyway.

As it was, heentered the library and found Elena joking with a young man.

She quicklyintroduced them. He was a young noble, visiting the castle and introducedhimself as Richard, complimenting him on achieving the position he had at hisage. Myth kept the conversation light and curious about the reasons about theman’s visit.

Richard was,as it turned out, visiting on behalf of his family, and had asked and receivedthe allowance to use the royal library for it.

Myth let itgot and went his way.

For somereason it bothered him that Richard was there, spending time with Elena.

And for somereason it bothered him that she was looking at him like- …like what?

When histhoughts caught up with him, Myth stilled. Why did he care that these two werespending time together? It was, all things considered, none of his business. Hehad way to much work to do anyway to play babysitter for two adults.

So why did itkeep bothering him?

He keptpondering that thought, trying to sort out his own mind.

The firstthing he really noted was, that he felt unnaturally happy and relaxed aroundher.

The nextthing was that -for some reason- he really liked her smiling at him.

And the lastfact was that for some reason he really couldn’t stand that man.

What the hellwas wrong with his mind? He would need to ponder that more…

Days blurredinto weeks and Myth found himself… strangely stressed.

He visitedthe library on occasion, always finding them in either blissful silence (hestayed a bit if that was the case) or in animated discussion (he left).

In a way hefelt… angry. He wasn’t sure at what. Like someone had intruded on somethingthat was his. Which wasridiculous. He had no reason to claim ownership to anything of the library.

Days passed,his mood riding and falling, him grumbling under his breath and the kinghearing and commenting -sounding way too amused- if he was jealous.

The commentmade something inside him freeze.

He thoughtabout it, when he was alone.

Was hejealous? He disliked Richard, disliked how he spent his time with Elena,disliked how she looked at the man, but not him-!

…was he…attached? Did he… like her?

More timepassed and Myth pondered this new revelation, remembering how comfortable hefelt around her.

…maybe heshould… do something about it?

The smallgifts were easy enough to come by.

Nothing too expensive,no reason to get intrusive or pushy. Richard did not seem to appreciate the newattention on Elena, glaring at him when she wasn’t looking.

He justraised a brow at the man, daring him to make a scene.

It still wentdownhill in the end.

He didpretend to be someone else, after all.

It was aninnocent enough conversation up to the point where fairytales came up.

There wereinterpretations thrown around, obscure ones retold (there were no books aboutthem in the library) and at some point it went to the source of this gap.

“I heard thequeen burned the books. As if it would erase everything,” Elena sighted,putting a book away, “I mean, just burning a few books doesn’t erase thecontent. There are more copies after all.”

“What do youmean with erase everything?” Myth asked, morbidly curious.

“What witchesdid. I mean, the fairytales tell you all what happened and so many of them areso gruesome!” the young woman shuddered, “I mean, these things must have beenreally bad to get written down. I’m sure you could add a few recent ones fromthe war as well!”

“We couldcall it ‘Rise of the Fairies’!” Richard added laughing, “What do you think,Mythros?”

“I rememberthat there were a few witches as well in the uprising,” he said after a shortbout of silence, fighting down seething rage and boiling blood.

“Sure! Andthe witch queen and the fairy leader were friends once! Would give it quite thedramatic spin!” she laughed, “But then it would just be a story!”

It isn’t justa are story. The tales are just a story! There is nothing true about them-!

Myth feltsomething squirming inside him, heart hammering, he forced his body to relax.

“Have fundiscussing it,” he said, voice neutral, “I have paperwork to get through.”

Later in theday, in the privacy of his own home he raged.

It was thefollowing day that he passed the painting of his queen.

He stopped and turned to the portrait.

The queen was looking down on him, eyes cold,unyielding and judging.

What had he been thinking anyway? Itwasn’t like he had time to waste on something like that. He had way more important things to get done.

ScratchingElena from his mind, he turned away from the canvas and went his way. Shouldthe two, naive idiots have each other.

His loyalty was to the queen and no one else. No oneelse was important. No one else mattered.

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.

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stop going off-script Alcaster

What about 005?

You shall receive!

005 - Seeking Solace

Memoriesand dreams were the only solace Myth still had. His queen was encased incrystal. He was hiding who he was, unable to trust anyone and not able to moveanywhere, where hiding would be unnecessary.

He didn’twant to hide, to play loyal pawn to the king, who was undoing his queen’s work!He wanted-!

If he wascompletely truthful, he wanted his life back from before the Hunts. Being ableto hug his mother for reassurance and his father there to chase imaginarymonsters away. Seeking solace in the warmth and protection only his parents couldoffer him until they had gone up in flames together with everything else.

And whilethe queen had taken him in, she wasn’t someone to coddle her apprentices. Shewas no one to offer reassurance. Not to him, who wasn’t her child. She was noone to went to, to seek solace. She was a beacon, shining bright, but too coldto offer comfort or warmth. The only safety it offered was the light illuminatingyour surroundings.

But Mythmissed the warmth, missed the safety and having a place to belong. As it was,he needed to seek solace in his memories and dreams.

019 - Snow

Myth had a split opinion on snow. Yes, it was pretty and shiny and watching it fall had something serene to it. Something calming.

But that was only the case when you had the possibility of warming up somewhere, of changing into dry clothes and having a safe place to sleep.

Before the queen had taken him, Myth had dreaded the arrival of the snow. It was a sign of the cold weather to come, of snow sticking to fabric and melting, turning warming clothes cold and wet, needing ore layers to stay warm and some of the hiding places tuning uninhabitable.

Years later, clothed in thick coats or behind windows with a fireplace warming the room, Myth watched the snow with indifference. It was there, it would go away. The only danger it brought him now was hiding slippery ice patches, blocking paths or someone daring to throw snowballs at him.

hii jdjsksks so happy to see this blogg love mythros so much <333 if you have the time, could you write a drabble about mythros’s interactions with varg/fritz ?

Well, here it goes.^^Just a bit of Varg in this one.

Myth wantedto curse. Preferably Alcaster into oblivion. Pity, he needed the man’sresources or he would arrange an accident. Or a sickness, depending on thecircumstances.

As it was, heneeded to make due. Like always with the man. A bit more common sense or a bitof foresight past the tip of his sword would do the man some good, then hewouldn’t need to clean up these kind of messes.

Clack. Clack. Clack.

He glared atthe source of the sound and the black haired young man gave him a smile thatwas more showing teeth than smiling. But then wolfs didn’t smile, only baringtheir teeth at possible threats.

But Vargstill stopped clacking the cane against the floor and Myth turned away to lookat the map again marking another area off.

The soundrestarted.

“Can’t you goand bother Alcaster?” he finally snarled. He could force obedience with theleash he had built into the curse, but Alcaster was doing well enough aboutagitating the wolf and he didn’t want to be the first target if the curseshould fail him.

He would havepreferred using a more tailored curse, one that couldn’t be broken by accident,but Alcaster had bound his hands on the matter, by only calling him in afterthe convincing failed. And then there had bern no time! And so afairytale curse needed to do, casting eased by the template his queen hadworked into the Crystallum.

Well,depending on the princess thought on the curse and her attachment to theknight, he could at least claim that it kept the boy from getting killed. Pitythat even memory spells took preparation and he had been in no position tosimply let the knight disappear for a few days.

“He told meto go and bother you. He wants to know about the princess he can’t remember.”The personified curse smirked.

The livingmenace should remember the princess just as well as every other cursed.

But thenAlcaster couldn’t even recognize that his son was happy with his lot in lifeand the chances of him joining the coup resulting small.

And from thesmirk Varg knew that Myth knew that the curse knew everything.

Myth glaredback at the map of the town.

He hadapplied a tracking spell to the princess’ hairbands, but either all of themwere in the palace, he had missed some, whatever had happened had stripped thespell off or she was in a blind spot.

“Varg, comeover here. You can make yourself useful,” he said.

“More usefulthan just running around with letters?” the man asked mockingly.

“Not moreexciting, but yes, more useful. Give me the cane a moment.”

Object inhand Myth turned it to access the lower end and called upon his magic.

The slightstrain on his strength was calming, the task taking over his mind and taking uphis concentration.

Uponfinishing, he handed it back and then walked around the room setting a few morespells, creating a net pattern on the ground in the process.

“Walk thestreets and make sure to use this annoying habit of yours to clack it againstthe ground,” he instructed, “Every time you do-” he clacked it into the ground“It’ll create a mark.”

A pointappeared on the pattern.

“What’s thatfor?” Varg frowned at the point.

“It’ll createa map and show me the areas were my tracking spells aren’t working. There can’tbe many blind spots. And if the princess is actively hidden from us, it’ll atleast show where she is not,” Myth forced himself to stay calm. Telling thewolf the truth should keep shenanigans down.

Varg hummedunder his breath clacking it on the ground multiple times, as if testing thesound.

There wasno visible effect on cane or ground, but the point seemed to brighten a bit.

“Well, betterthan being coped up somewhere. I know where the exit is,” he said and strolledout.

Myth heardthe clacking of the cane distancing itself until a door closed.

Finally!Hopefully he showed more manners if he did find the princess.

Myth and Lucette sibling like interactions please?

I wasn’t quite sure what to write on the matter, but in the end I went for ‘older sibling being stuck with supervising a younger sibling‘

Myth wasn’tsure what was happening right now. He had just been looking for a quiet placeto study and the garden seemed like a good choice! It was a warm day, but too cloudyto be nice and people were fearing the rain and so they were trying to stay inside.And no one ever thought about looking up, so climbing onto the tree had madethe whole situation even safer.

He hadn’texpected the maybe ten-year-old princess to be hiding between the hedges and-after having seen him climb up- trying to follow him in a similar way. Notwanting to risk his queen’s wrath he had grabbed her and pulled her up, whenshe slipped.

“Alright,princess, you managed to follow me,” he admitted calmly, forcing back aheadache at seeing the girl smirking triumphantly. “But do you also know how toclimb down?”

The smileslipped and the girl glanced down, before looking back at him.

“…help?” sheasked quietly and Myth was sure, somewhere, someone was laughing at him. And lettingher stay up here to learn her lesson would displease his queen…

Letting outa sight, he resigned himself to be unable to study for until he managed tofoster the girl off onto someone else. Beware her climbing up another tree andbeing stuck up there again and being too prideful to ask someone else for help.