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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.

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

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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.

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.  

Well, I’m still alive!^^

Even managed  a small side project in four chapters, where Lucette gets reincarnated as female Tony Stark and Myth as Loki.

It’s completely uploaded over on Ao3.

how do you think a myth route would go, if it was canon?

Well…

Starting atthe beginning, I don’t think the prologue would change much, at most maybe thechoice to talk with Mythros a bit more than the short greeting in the hallway. Iguess the real first bigger change would happen in the Marchen, when you’resupposed to make a choice, who to ask for help.

In Fritz’sroute Lucette doesn’t ask anyone, but still ponders how to break her curse. Icould see her start doubting that Delora even spoke the truth about thebreaking conditions of the course, together with the trustworthiness of theother Marchen inhabitants. They trust Delora after all and Delora cursed her.

Resulting fromthe distrust she may strife to leave the Marchen more often, to get away frompeople, even without any protection -be it via magic or by having a bodyguard-and people are looking for her.

Someone mayapproach her -Myth has a big reward out for her- or maybe Fritz stumbles overher or maybe it gets late one time and Varg finds her. Or maybe she ends upnear the palace and Genaro sees her for some reason and gets scared, becauseshe does look like Hildyr and fromafar…

It would beenough for Myth to take a personal look at the surroundings.

In any caseLucette would learn pretty quickly that Myth has magic, because he remembersher. And also notice quickly that he is a witch, because a fairy wouldn’t behiding and you would need to have a good reason to hide being cursed.

Maybe hepretends that he is in the palace to prevent racism via laws by sabotaging them,maybe he finds another excuse for being at the palace. Maybe he even mentionsher mother to establish himself as more willing to share information than the peopleat the Marchen.

Despitethat Lucette may still need to return to the March at times. Parfait is abearer and still much stronger than Myth and Myth can’t afford being unmaskedas a witch.

Maybe heoffers her a fake job as an excuse to get her out of the palace. As a princessshe is educated after all. (Secretary, translator for something, administration,take your pick, in any case better than sweeping floors.)

Lucettewould maybe learn more of the Witch Hunts than of the Great War, interact withmore witches -Myth would have needed to be in contact with many of them to gettheir assistance in Rumpel’s route- and getting taken seriously instead ofgetting pestered about good deeds may even calm Lucette down a bit.

Being inMyth’s company would be an excuse to enter the palace as well and the two woulddefinitely have quite some time to talk. Maybe Emelaigne would start playing a biggerroll as well, I can see her being pretty interested into a new face at the palaceshe could talk to.

I couldimagine that Varg would also be present regularly and Myth may twist his reasonfor cursing Fritz a bit, as in it being better than the alternatives Alcastercould have done.

Myth wouldsurely also have a way to deal with Alcaster (I can imagine him poisoning theman or simply letting evidence be found after removing evidence pointing athimself. Or he pulls something similar as in Rod’s route.)

Improvementsin a relationship with him may be done by acknowledging that he has quite theskill with magic. Or simply not comparing him with Waltz. Seeing him as a talentedindividual may also help there. Getting this kind of positive attention mayvery well be what makes him split from Hildyr in the end. Maybe he puts Fritzinto a coma to keep Varg from drowning Fritz’s personality, maybe the two mergeand the curse breaks.

In a goodending… well, if they get together, people would in any case learn of him havingmagic, which would result in less hiding. He may simply claim he hid it toguard the Tenebrarum better. People may have panicked and tried to dispose ofthe late queen sleeping inside, destroying the crystal in the process. And theking was openly unapproving of witches, which may play a part as well.

In the badending… a lot of people die, I would say. Hildyr gets free. I don’t know if shewould kill Myth for his involvement with Lucette or if she would do somethingelse. Maybe Lucette ends up willingly following her mother’s lead once more,having learned what people did to the witches just for fearing them doing thehunts and remembering what people were like to her, when she didn’t even havepowers.

Or maybe Hildyrgets free in both endings. Maybe they double cross and dispose of her in publicto make sure no one doubts Myth’s loyalty despite having been her apprentice. Inthe bad ending as the ice queen, distrustful of human goodwill and unforgivingto people. Maybe there is a choice for her, to take the throne by force andmake herself queen by force, fighting and winning against the people of the Marchen.In the good ending she would let everything get sorted out and maybe even letit go piece by piece, having learned about human and magical evil.

I would atleast guess that we would see a lot more story about the War and the Hunt, Hildyrand magic in general.

can we have 028?

Enjoy. ^__^

028 - Anguish

The worldwas unfair. Myth had known that since the Hunts. This was simply the worldtaking it a bit further.

How couldthe traitor dare?!

As it was,there was nothing, Myth could do. Nothing outside of staring at the crystal encasedform. Wondering about her status was maddening. Was she sleeping? Aware of hersurroundings, unable to move or make herself known? Was she in pain? Did sheeven notice that time passed?

Having theonly person willing to support him was maddening!He still could remember her last words, promising sweet rewards for hisloyalty, but until then-

The fear of being found. The traitor returning,finding the cure to his curse. The traitor finding him, killing him for realthis time.

The pain uponlosing to him during the rebellion had been real, physical. Knowing that he couldstill turn back up while he was bound protecting the queen-!

It gnawed athim. Kept him awake. And while the wounds healed, there was still the dangerand the worry and nothing he could do outside of waiting and preparation.

It drovehim mad. But there was nothing he could do to stop this anguish.

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…

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.

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!