Hello! Can I Please Ask For #029 With A Dash Of Soulmate Au? (If You Are Still Taking Requests That Is.)
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.
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108 - Moonlight
The moonlight remembered Myth of the Crystallum temporarily under his care. It was silverfish white, not blinding and -like the Crystallum at the moment- only shining in the dark.
And just like the moon was mirrored by the sun with its warm golden light, the Tenebrarum was mirrored by the Lucis, radiating warmth were the witch crystal was always emitting cold.
Myth could still remember the fight between the bearers back then (an occasion where he hadn’t tried his luck and got away to a safe distance to not become collateral damage), as both temperatures had dipped into the uncomfortable to deadly extreme and clashed, the golden glow almost racing after him, as he had lunged around a corner.
It had been a good decision, for he had needed to get his queen to safety soon after.
This whole incident was also the reason why he preferred the moonlight over the sunlight. It was much easier to enjoy the light with the colour that hadn’t almost burned him out of his life back then. Even if the other party thought so.
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.
Waltz: What's your problem?
Mythros: You. You are my problem.
Hello I came to ask for Myth and friendship! I would like to see your take on Myth and Lucette (and maybe waltz) all being friends
Have a scenario were all three are getting along and Waltz and Myth try instructing Lucette on doing some magic from Lucette’s point of view.
It was apretty nice day, Lucette could admit that to herself. Even if it was still abit strange to spend days openly out of the palace like that, despite havingspent six months away.
The weatherwas nice and warm, the sun was shining brightly, she was out of town by a lake,sitting on a pier, feet dangling into the water, look sideways-
“-you didn’teven pay attention during the lesson, what the do you know aboutwater manipulation!?”
“Says theone, who couldn’t even warm up water without exploding part of it into steam!”
“I’ll showyou steam-!”
- and watchedas Waltz and Myth were ‘discussing’ how to best explain elemental water controlto her.
Lucettewanted to shake her head at them. It was ridiculous how easily they were ateach others throat. And how easily they teamed up against people trying to harmeither of the witches or her. She didn’t even pity Alcaster on that matter.Just the servants tasked with the clean up.
Well, atleast they were reacting to what the other one said, instead of just throwinginsults at each other.
Lucettewanted to shake her head at the two witches. Apart from each other they wereeasy to be around, even with Myth being… still not quite open about being awitch in public, but that was a matter of habit.
Put themtogether?
Myth was seriousabout magic, studying each field thoroughly, unwilling to let anything open forchance or surprise.
Waltz wasmuch more playful about his skills, willing to use it to humor crowds ofchildren and to discover nuances by himself. And he was a prodigy, who easilymastered where Myth needed time to learn.
She could seewhere Myth’s jealousy had come from. Seeing someone younger repeatedlyoutperform you, and not even studying seriously, could be… jarring. And withher mother hinting that maybe she was better of just teaching oneapprentice…
Their rivalryhad died down a bit over the last months, but she really didn’t want to knowwhat would have happened if Myth hadn’t gotten his head straight via Alcastertrying to kill him.
And she waspretty thankful for him being there for these lessons as well. Because beingthe Bearer gave her power not talent.
And sometimesit was nice to have additional instructions for the areas that came so naturalto Waltz. She knew Waltz didn’t mean any harm when he forgot to mention anaspect he thought was instinct and he had gotten better about it as well.
Myth had alsocalmed down a bit when Waltz had stopped putting showmanship into instructionsto show off.
Not that anykind if instructing had happened yet, today, because today they were disagreeingon information they had.
But it wasdefinitely entertaining.
Lucettelooked straight ahead again, looking over the lake.
It was a niceplace. Away from town, far enough that you needed horses to comfortably comehere in a reasonable time, so there were no town people-
A loudsplashing sound made her jerk up and turn back to the other two witches.
Waltz wasalone on the pier, looking dumbfounded and surprised, then smiled at her.
Myth was justsurfacing from the water.
“As it seemsmy information on water control is not faulty, I guess we can use it forinstructions,” he said, “It’s a bit like controlling the icicles from the lastlesson. You just need to identify the water to your magic first and push itinto the material before moving-” Waltz broke off when a wave swapped him fromthe pier.
Myth climbedback onto the wood, looking smug. “I recommend getting into contact with water firstand spreading magic into it, to identify the sensation of magic in water.Hurling it around has literally no skill to it.”
Lucettewatched as Waltz lunged out of the water grabbed Myth and pulled him back in.
Ignoring thesplashing noises she pondered the information. She was quite sure both maleshad the same information, just different ways of voicing it. Not thatneither would admit it with the other in hearing range.
So, pushingmagic into water to get a feel for it and then moving it around like theicicle…
It proved tobe a bit more difficult than the icicle. Water was a liquid and if she wantedto move it evenly, she needed to spread her magic evenly.
She watchedMyth and Waltz sending bursts of water at each other. Myth was sending waterfrom his immediate area to Waltz. Waltz ‘grabbed’ water away from him and shotit at Myth.
…could shepull water away from areas?
A short testproved: Yes, she could.
Smirking, shestarted to push her magic towards the males.
Their faceswhen they were suddenly on dry land were hilarious. When they noticedthat there was water towering up around them…
She let go ofit, before they could react.
And gave thema smile when they came up sputtering for air.
“I guess, Igot it,” she said, fighting down the laughter building up inside her.
Both weresilent. Looked at her, looked at each other, then back at her.
The nextmoment there was water flying towards her.
The sun hadmoved quite a bit when all three of them were stretched out on the grass, thesunshine warming them up and drying them slowly.
Lucette wasquite happy with the outcome. Win by superior firepower (and Crystallum enhancedresources).
“Well,princess, you definite understood the material,” Myth yawned from his place,looking like he was falling asleep. Waltz looked a bit more awake, but not bymuch.
Turned outthat Myth knew more about minimalizing his usage to last longer. She would lookinto that another day.
“That wasfun,” she finally said. Delora most likely wouldn’t participate in it. Maybewith the potion she had developed with Parfait and kept mumbling about, butotherwise she wouldn’t have the stamina. And the potion was a bit too expensive forthat.
And Parfaitwas too frail as well.
“Yeah, itreally was,” Waltz agreed, “What do you think, Myth?”
Silence.
Both turnedto the witch when he didn’t reply and Lucette fought back a snicker. Waltzlaughed quietly. “A nap doesn’t sound that bad,” he admitted and let out a yawnhimself.
Lucette lookedback into the sky. It was a prettynice day.
Why did you spare me?
An angsty drabble because I was in the mooooooooooooooooooooooooooood. I miss drabbling…. BEWARE OF SPOILERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ALSO TRIGGER WARNDING FOR BLOOD AND MENTIONED DEAD BODIES
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Your writing is veeery good. Thank you for creating all this content. Can I request Myth interacting with young Lucette? Like, before the rebellion.
Take some story time.^^
If anyone wonders, the tale Myth starts telling is taken from the game “Kingdomd of Amalur: The Reckoning”. There are multiple tales in it, this one is the start of the one called “The Fading Of The Fae”.
The ten-year-oldwas looking at him curiously from her place at the floor in front of themakeshift puppet stage Waltz seemed to try to hide behind. “Princess,” he bowedstiffly to the girl and then glared at the boy trying to make himselfdisappear. “This is what you do, when you’re supposed to be studying?”
“W-Well,” Waltzchuckled awkwardly and forcefully, glancing at the door as if he was judgingthe time, he would need to reach it and flee successfully, “What are you doinghere, Myth?” “You didn’t put the books back. I got the allowance to get out ofyou where they are. That involved hunting you down in the first place. Does thequeen know what you’re doing?”
“It’s a secret!” the girl exclaimed cheerfully, “Youlearn together with Waltz? Can you also do tricks? Waltz can make flowersappear!” Big golden eyes peered at him. With her head slightly tilted the smallgirl looked… kind of cute.
“Secret?”he asked flatly, “Flowers?” “And we make dolls together and come up with storiesand he is really got at telling stories.”
“Stories?”he raised an unimpressed brow Waltz, “You do this instead of-?” “Don’t tellmother, please?” Myth starred at the girl. “What?”
“Don’t tellmother, please? I like having more company than my dolls and the maids areforbidden from playing with me and mother is barely there…” a pleading gaze methis eyes “You can stay as well!”
Silence. “What?I have no time to-” the golden eyes seemed to get a bit watery. For a momentfaces seemed to overlay, golden eyes darkening a bit, face morphing into a toddlerpeering at him, reaching for him. He forced the feeling away, before it couldgrab him. He starred silently at the girl. “And what would I be doing here?” hefinally asked coolly.
“Oh, Waltzand I come up with stories to tell each other. These Fairytales are boring andalways following the same pattern. So we come up with new stuff. Do you knowany stories to tell?”
He triedglaring at Waltz, who was still looking at him, but not looking outrightterrified anymore.
“I…”curious eyes looked at him. Hopeful and waiting. “I guess, I know a few fewerknown ones…” he finally sighted and the small girl let out a delighted aroundand suddenly he got pulled down to where she was sitting. “Tell, tell, tell!”The girl stilled and then looked over to the stage. “Is it something that couldbe played as well?”
“Ah… I doubtyou have the fitting things here…” Myth started and looked around for a moment.In the end the girl settled down comfortably anyway and looked at him. Mythalmost flinched when Waltz sat down as well, looking just as curious.
Myth took abreath and started talking, remembering dark evenings and a dark voice wistfullyrecalling old stories from memory.
“They were the harbingers of the Fall, theseChildren of Dust…and they lit the forest with their fires, and then split it with their blades.We crept back, shapeless in the darkness, silent in the trees. But shadows are few in this age of mortals. The light beckons…”
It was along tale and he was barely halfway through when he felt a weight against hisside and trailed of. The princess had fallen asleep and cuddled up to him,Waltz giving him a bright smile and then got up, coming back with a blanket.
Myth lookedat the sleeping girl snuggled into his side and tried to drown away thememories of a dark-haired toddler doing the same years ago.
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.
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.
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