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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021 - Anomaly
The most difficult things to plan for, Myth knew, were anomalies. Especially persistent ones. There were anomalies in strength -Waltz and he- and in sheer stubbornness -Delora- who was despite everything more of a problem than Waltz in some way, due to her closeness to the Lucis bearer.
Myth himself was also an anomaly the opposition wouldn't be expecting. For one, he was supposed to be dead. For another, he had -for now- Alcaster as his ally.
Fritz was an anomaly as well, his willingness to spend time with the princess going past the normal sense of duty.
So many anomalies he needed to keep track of and adapt his plans to...
It would be worth it, in the end.
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, here it goes. After lurking for quite some time, I decided to make myself known. Myth(ros) needs some love and I love writing. I just suck at coming up with plots. As such I opened the ask box for requests regarding scenes, drabbels or small one shots regarding the guy, who had a route planned but was scratched in the end. (And dies in four of five routes, getting frozen in ice in the remaining one. Only reason I want to have the Rod-Route in CP Evermore.)
I’ll not touch NSFW stuff for now. I’ll put up a note, if that changes.
I’m not a native English speaker, but I hope people will still enjoy what I’ll manage to put together.
Maybe some Myth x Lucette angst? "092. Die for you"?
092 - Die for you
'I would die for you.' Why was that sentence deemed so romantic, used as a declaration of love, when the reality about it was so terrifying?
Myth had never said these words, never indicated anything in that direction. They both hadn't known, what exactly was going on between them. Unsure, how to define it, fearing how pushing it further may change it into something suffocating.
She had never said these words either.
But during that one moment were Alcaster had managed to break free from the fight where Karma and Fritz were trying to subdue him, set in his decision to make the reason for his coup failing disappear-!
Lucette had only noticed what happened when the blood was already soaking through her clothes and Waltz was pulling her away so Rumpel could go about his work.
And now, she was damned to wait, listening to weak breaths, hoping he would wake again and not just stop breathing at some point.
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.
Hi Dicesuki? I would like to take home the asshole evil dude who claims he does not need love but is lowkey desperate for some kind of positive affirmation and affection, please and thank you.
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.
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)