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Waltz: What's your problem?

Mythros: You. You are my problem.

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!

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.

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.

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.

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.

and last but certainly not the least, is Mythros !

fun fact: black dahlias aren't actually black. they're typically red dahlias with petals much darker than the usual variant, that leads to the eye mistaking it for black

with that, the final charm has been revealed ! I'll be making one more post (right after this one) with more details on the pre-order, so please go to it here (link to be added) if you're interested in the charms!

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40? hehe thanks

040 - Blackand Blue

Myth couldn’tunderstand the knights’ enthusiasm to whack things with swords. It was just aformalization of punching each other black and blue during a brawl. Not that heapproved of these tendencies either. He understood goading someone into a fightto get an advantage -had done it himself once during the hunts to lure a hunterinto a trap and securing his own survival.

But whyexactly did the average men think that getting into a brawl and punching eachother’s teeth out was something to brag about. He preferred moving in theshadows, out of harms’ way, where no brute could just barge in to throw fists aroundto make his opinion known. Or on a misguided search for glory, thinking that itwas going to impress some girl.

He reallyhadn’t the time to deal with people like that. That was Alcaster’s domain. Hewas busy enough with magical training in between his duties as advisor andhandling politics. If he added physical training on the whole pile of work, hecould just scratch sleep completely of his schedule.

And he wasbetter off not in pain from getting beaten black and blue anyway.

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.

Oh! Can we have one for 047, please?

And one small thing done. ^___^

047 - Homonculi

There were tales,even for magic users, just not Fairytales. Just tales of dreams, of powersunreachable, of magic unattached to a Crystallum. Sometimes, in a lull of workMyth looked for them. Most of them were so over the top that it was ridiculous,others were simply tales of worlds that never were and never would be, of deedsdone that were impossible to ever happen.

Butsometimes it was a good inspiration. One of the topics being especially interestingwas Alchemy.

Creating gold,creating immortality, creating homunculi - artificial life. While every single oneof these points was ridiculous, it was still the perfect inspiration, for whatto do about dear Fritzgerald’s (foreseeable) refusal to help them.

Varg, wasn’ta homunculus. He wasn’t created from nothing; his base was what the knightrepressed, based on the knight himself, filled into the same body. And whilegetting rid of Fritz wouldn’t be fast, it would be steady, a slow replacementby something that normally wouldn’t come exist, tailored to their needs.