Request For Your Broken Heartstrings:

Request for your Broken Heartstrings:

Sariel + injury + nightmare? If possible? Please?

Thank you

A/N: The prompt "nightmare" was requested several times so each request will get a shorter fic. The Nightmare shorts will share the same beginning and then change with each suitor.

This short features Sariel x reader

CW: blood, death

Word Count: 913

Sleep found you easily that night, rocking you in its arms until you fell into a deep and peaceful slumber. What dreams found you were pleasant, drifting in and out of your mind like iridescent bubbles following a light breeze. At the moment, your mind has taken you to a far-away beach. White sand is warm under your bare feet. The salty air tickles your nose. The gentle lapping of the waves soothes your body as you sink slowly into the deeper, darker parts of slumber...….except there, off in the distance, something is pulling at the threads of your peaceful dreaming. You try to ignore it but it is insistent. A tugging at your sleeve. A knocking at a door. A chime that won’t stop ringing. The beach fades away, despite your desperate desire to stay in that warm, safe place. The tugging grows more urgent. The knocking grows louder. The chiming fills your mind until you are jerked completely out of sleep’s embrace......to the fitful sounds of your lover in crisis.

Sariel Noir

Being the minister to the royals of Rhodolite is not without its dangers. His closeness to the throne is well known. His influence undeniable. It grants him respect but it also paints a target on his back. He is always careful, has never worried much for himself. But now he sees the error of his ways, too late.

They came for him in the dead of night. That late hour when the moon holds its breath and the stars retreat from shadows that rule the land. The assassins’ blades found their mark, sinking into the form huddled beneath the blankets of Sariel’s bed. Over and over they drank. Sloppily. Greedily. Until the bedsheets ran red. Like wraiths in the night, they vanished, a job well done. Only it wasn’t the palace devil they brought an end to that night.

He returns to his room, rubbing at the knot in his neck as he pushes open the familiar door. The paperwork could not wait and he told you to go to bed without him, not to wait up despite your pleading that you could read in the same room and not be a bother. A tender caress of your cheek, a quick kiss to your forehead and then he had insisted you get some rest. Even disappointment looked beautiful when it was on your face. But you had given in, warning him you planned on holding him close to you, a prisoner to your embrace with no hope of escape when he finally joined you for the night. Those words brought a smile to his lips. He was looking forward to it all throughout his work.

His body knows before he does. He freezes in place the moment he steps through the doorway. His room is too still. Too quiet.

The smell is what hits him first. Iron. Copper. The bedsheets look too dark. His feet move of their own accord, each step taking him closer to the gruesome truth. A sliver of moonlight is enough. He sees the blood, the torn bed sheets, your wide-open eyes.

His limbs suddenly weigh as much as boulders. His knees buckle as he sinks to the carpet, also wet with your blood. They were after him. They wanted him. They stole your life instead and now he is left, speechless, breathless, motionless at the bedside of your destruction. Air sputters from his cracked lips. He tries to say your name. Nothing comes out but strangled gasps.

“Sariel!” His gasping noises were what did it, the thing that tore through your sleep like a shot and exploded you into wakefulness. You say his name calmly but firmly, hands gripping his shoulders. Your voice is a lifebuoy amid treacherous waters, pulling him away from the wet, clinging hands of despair and with one final, soul-shaking gasp, he surfaces into the night, into the pale moonlight of his own bedroom.

His heart pounds inside his chest like breakers upon black rocks, but his gaze finds you, your hands still on his shoulders, your eyes swimming with concern. Your name is a whisper carried away by the wind, lost in the howl of his mind as it tries to reconcile the image of your lifeless body with the real you, the you of right now, your beloved face pale with worry. You’re in his bed, but you’re not…..you’re not….

Suddenly he reaches out, his hands scuttling across your body, anxious and seeking. You’re ok. You’re not hurt. There are no gaping wounds on you anywhere. You’re startled at his hurried touching, at the way his hands fly over you. Normally his touch is like air to fire, spreading warmth and want throughout. But this is leagues away from that kind of touch. It’s only your hands finding his, catching them like lost birds and then holding them against your heart that stops his frantic searching.

“It’s ok.” You repeat the words, gently, your fingers wrapped around his hands, keeping them still and warm. “Sariel….it’s ok.” He blinks his violet eyes, so dark in the wan light of the bedroom. You hold his gaze. You stroke the back of his hands. You nod as his breathing slows. 

He swallows and then reaches for you, falling back into the bed with you in his arms, his embrace a mix of something protective and something afraid. He breathes your name into your hair, turning his cheek to rest it against your head. You wrap an arm around him, placing a kiss above his heart. You don’t ask him what happened. He will tell you when he is ready. For now, you are satisfied that he is breathing evenly, that his heartbeat drums steadily under your ear.

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Could I please request some unrequited love headcanons for Comte, Theo, Arthur, and Leonardo?

A/N: Hello anon! I've left Leonardo out because he just got a very long fic and the others don't have quite as many requests so I wanted to let them have their time to shine. I hope that's ok!

Word Count: 964

Comte de St. Germain

Pushing aside the heavy velvet curtain, Comte has a perfect view down into the sunlit garden and a perfect view of you. Of both of you. Leonardo has set up his easel and is watching you attempt to paint the wooden gazebo with its clinging vines and flowering bushes. He leans over your shoulder, reaching around you and covers your hand with his, guiding your brush strokes. Comte’s sharp golden eyes zero in on the way his long fingers curl around your delicate wrist, the flirtatious, downward cast of your eyelashes, the sensual smile playing over Leonardo’s lips.

You turn to look at Leonardo, your faces so very close, and Comte’s breath is held prisoner in his lungs. Your eyes, even at this distance, are bright as stars, your cheeks rival the pink petals of the roses you’re trying to capture. His chest begins to burn. There is undeniable longing in the tilt of your head, the inviting pout of your lips. What would he give to have that perfect expression of admiration and yearning aimed at him?

Leonardo leans forward, as unable to resist you as the tide could the enthralling pull of the moon. The paintbrush falls from your fingers, abandoned, as you wrap your arms around him, your body melting into his impassioned embrace.

Leo deserves happiness. This is the mantra that gallops through Comte’s mind, over and over, even as he tries to ignore the agonizing ache in his chest. He closes the curtain once more with a trembling hand. Now he stands, slumped in darkness, his heart a flower without sunlight, without water, slowly withering away.

Theodorus van Gogh

One of the best things about walking through Paris on a clear afternoon, just before evening breaks and spills its lavender and orange and pink across the sky, is using the fading light that is left to admire the street artists and their work.

Vincent’s fingers are laced through yours, strong and protective as you move across the Pont des Arts, taking in the different paintings, all sizes and subject matters, that the different street artists are displaying, trying to make a sale. You pause in front of a painting of tiny calico kittens in a basket. “Oh look!” Vincent smiles, soft and affectionate as he nods, immediately engaging the artist in a conversation about brush types and which paint they used. You are content to listen, unable to hide the sunshine of open admiration you have for him. Your smile is radiant with it. Your eyes sparkle with it.

Theo pretends to be deeply interested in a smaller painting of a doomed ship out at sea during a violent storm. Normally he would spend time studying the black, thrashing waves with their white caps, noting the way the artist created movement, how they captured the chaos of nature gone feral with their brushstrokes. But he is distracted. Because rather than stare at the painting and study it, he is staring at something he considers a perfect piece of aesthetics: you. He has long since memorized the line of your cheekbones, the curve of your jaw, the perfect symmetry of your lips. Your eyes are a color that has never existed for him until he saw them. They are the bright window to the part of you he admires most: your kind and gentle heart, that luminous part of you that shines resplendent as a harvest moon.

And now those eyes are fixed on his brother as if he were the one who hung all stars in the sky. Your fingers are locked tight with his, laced together, a perfect pairing. His jaw clenches as he turns back to the painting of the wild, roiling sea. He has that same turbulent ocean inside of him every time he sees you look at Vincent that way. It floods his heart, dragging it down into the black depths of despair, leaving him as windswept and lost as the small, broken ship in the painting.

Arthur Conan Doyle

Of all people, why Newt? Newt with his wide, cherry-blossom eyes and slight frame, his dislike of people and a good time. His mind which so easily winds its way through impossible equations but cannot small-talk its way out of a paper bag. That Newt is who you have chosen to love. The one you have decided is allowed to receive all of your warm smiles, your tender touches, the melody of your laughter.

He caught you one night. Strolling back from a tryst with one of his regulars, the sweet taste of blood stilling lingering on his lips. He entered the mansion through the garden gates at the back. As he made his way quietly as a shadow around towards the front, a certain sound caught his attention.

He stops, ducking behind the gazebo when he spots you and Isaac. Evidently you had come out into the garden at night to do a bit of stargazing. Isaac’s telescope is set up, pointed toward the sky. But it is abandoned, left to gaze on its own. You and Isaac seem to have gotten distracted, laying on an oversized picnic blanket, wrapped in each other’s arms. Gripping the wooden railing of the gazebo, Arthur’s sharp blue eyes note the details: the way your fingers are white, curled so tightly against Isaac’s shoulders; the way his leg is pressed between yours, the tilt of your head, baring your sensitive throat to him. And that sound, the one that caught his attention, the sharp gasping of your breath as his lips feast on the bare skin of your shoulder, the slope of your neck.

Green-eyed jealousy roars inside of Arthur’s heart. His fingers are bloodless as they grip the railing. The lingering taste of another woman’s blood suddenly turns sour, curdling like rancid milk on his tongue. He doesn’t want her, or anyone else. The woman he wants, the one he dreams of, is currently in the arms of another man. And all he sees now is red.

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Colors of Love

Colors of Love

Fandom: Ikemen Prince

Pairing: Chevalier x MC

Prompt: Day 1 - Leaves

Part of  Fall Fluff / Autumn Angst Content Creator Challenge hosted by @aquagirl1978 and @violettduchess

Tag: Insecurity Comfort Forbidden Love Fluff

Word Count: 2.192

Author’s Note: A month was enough to settle disarray in her routine, throwing her in a wirlwind of emotions and unexpected encounter, one of them leading her to the man of her dreams, defying everything rational with Love, blossomed amidst interdictions and rules not afriad of showing them his full strenght, able to make crumble and create empires and kingdoms with his spell. 😉

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You can find me on AO3 as QueenJuliet 😊

Thank you for everyone who will like, reblog, or comment please be gentle with me english is not my first language so please do not leave rude comments I apologise for eventual errors I hope you will like it. 😊

The autumn steeped boldly in Rhodolite getting down to business since the first day every piece of the Kingdom a canvas ready to be colored with bold strokes overlapping the bright yellows and light blue of the  summer with a warmer palette of orange and reds, gifting people breathtaking colorful rainbows after fleeting storms brushed away by the same frizzy wind that carried over the scent of fireplaces and wet grass through the town, melting with the sweet scent of roses as it billowed through the garden sneaking through the window of each house while a suffused melody of hearty laugh and carefree chats resonated in the fresh air of the evening.

The light of the chandelier flickering lightly but she hardly noticed, lost in her thoughts as she stared at the leaves fleeing with the wind before gracefully plan on the ground, it was such a wonderful spectacle she could not help but admire longingly how the two red leaves dancing in the air like two lover waltzing in a ballroom, lost in each other deaf to the crowd around them eyes she sighed softly adjusting her shawl unconsciously tighter, another season that passed her by, alike but different somehow from the last year one, twelvemonth that felt so near yet so far away as she wished for that month to last forever.

It was an autumn like that when she was called to serve the Kingdom she was proud to call hers, brought to the palace for a turn of fate to choose the new King and nothing more, a bitter smile crossed her lips at the recollection of that devilish Clause 99 that so much sufferance brought to them both.

A whole month and one alone in which she lived her dream participating in the events of the court, festing her unquenchable thirst for knowledge on the huge library of the palace and sharing delicious treats and funny conversation with the princes, so friendly to make her feel, be it for a fleeting moment, welcomed inside these walls that she would have loved to call home, yet there were times in which she felt all the weight of her status, remembering her that no matter how much she tried she did not and would have never belonged there, she was nothing more than a commoner so lucky to see the glimmering world of the royalty, but the brightest light casts the darkest shadow as she slowly learned of getting to know more of each one of them, seeing how serious they take their duties and how much love they put to protect the Kingdom working hard to make it work.

She could not help but feel like an outsider looking in, peering in the private lives of the princes, losing herself over and over again in their home, huge and unwelcoming walls leaving her confused, dumb and naive nothing more than a nuisance for them all, wandering aimlessly through the crowd struggling to find a way by herself like she always did to not bother anyone, a delicate flower bud a ong beastly nobles ready to step on her, arrogant and boasty imposing themselves on others with nothing but their huge ego and dumb words like the one she had the misfortune to meet at her first ball.

She was about to sneak off apologizing for her clumsiness with a bright smile and few polite words, but this seems far from enough for him who kept raising his voice to protest for his ruined shoes attiring the attention of the whole crowd on them, she felt panic surging inside her as her smile faltered a little at each word, desiring desperately to slip away before her emotion could get the best of her feeling tears already pricking the corner of her eyes, she was about to reply, or at least try to, when suddenly a candid coat fluttered around her while his hand planed softly on her forearm, his grip delicate yet firm as he keep her close, his warmth emanating even through his soft gloves on her skin, under the velvet fabric of her long sleeved dress gold like his, she felt relief growing in her along a glimpse of pride and resolution she was unaware of having in her until now.

His icy gaze alone enough to put him back in his place, the noble almost hoped in vain for it to be enough to sate the brutal beast but he had to know better he was far from done, he not dared to spoke a single words as he keep his head bowed humbly with his gaze locked on the floor, flinching at the whip of his voice commanding and resolute resonated in the still air of the ballroom as he would in a battlefield, eliciting respect and fear from the nobles of both factions 

“Is it something the matter, Baron Favre ?” the question court and concise in need for an answer he surely would have not get

“N-nothing your highness.” blabbering with fear he kept his eyes on the floor shivering under his stern implacable gaze

“Then stop wasting my time.” his eyes cold as he looked at him nodding frantically before stumbling away as far as possible from him.

Not sparing him any second though he fretted over to look at her, seeing her gazing at him with such wide innocent eyes shining with gratitude he could not help but feel a light smile curl the corner of his lips 

-You really are such an innocent little rabbit to be grateful for something as little as that, but he kept this thought to himself as he spoke to her a single command, taking her hand in his hastily, dragging her away from the wicked crowd of the nobles ready to feast on her embarrassment as soon as he would have sneaked away from the noisy ball.

“Come.”

Ignoring all the puzzled gazes of his brothers he slid down the halls with her on his tail, their hands still laced together, it seemed so natural he did not bother changing it, in truth he felt that contact strangely pleasant, while she was far away from being the one to complain taking it away, his touch comforting her after that unsettling encounter, before they knew she find herself in his private library accommodate on a golden armchair his voice unusually soft as he spoke to her, asking information, she was sure he already knew, about some books he desired her to order for him, the idea he was talking of idle things to keep her focused on him warmed her heart, his secretive kindness moving her deep to the core as she promptly answered all his question adding some information of her own to thank him for the precious time he was spending with her.

The clock forgotten as they engrossed themselves in deep, meaningful talks about culture and knowledge of any kind, sharing thoughts and advices making her forget all about that nasty encounter with the baron, so lost in their discussion they did not hear the clock struck midnight looking up at it only after a generous hour, noticing the yawns she stifled wearily he bring her back to her room, recommending her to get a good sleep, gently he raised her hand to his lips placing a gentle kiss on her knuckles staring in awe at her pretty face blushing with embarrass, strange emotions flickered in his heart as a light soft smile crawled on his lips, once she was safe in her room he begin to walk away, immersed in thoughts but in vain, for no matter how much he dwelled on it he failed miserably to find a decent reason for his heart beats sudden increase, unaware of the fact that the warmth spreading in him when she smiled was the bud of what everyone else would have not hesitated to call love, but he was far too rational to think of absurdities like that, as a beast could ever experience emotions such as love, unbelievable was to him his heart, he was sure to have for the sole use to pump blood, could succumb to such weakening feeling more so for a shy little rabbit far too innocent for him, who still revealed to be more outspoken and bold than what he imagined, worthy to have elicited his curiosity, only one to truly enjoy his company seeing an human where everyone else saw a beast, unable to love anyone but himself.

Fate had other plans for them, that involved feelings of all sort and dates, where he taught her any sort of things that could have helped her blend in the court, be it for one month, determined to teach and learn everything by his side learning all, knowledge shared freely between them leaving her desiring for more making his heart swell with pride for her boldness, tucked in the library away from the world.

She desired for that moment to last forever, but much to her dismay it came to an end when Sariel informed her that the rose had only one petal left, one more week in which she dwelled on about her decision, reading through her notes and overthinking of each prince ideology, until she make up her mind, her heart should have felt light and easy when instead was everything but as she write his name on the King’s proclamation, she knew he would have not been happy about it considering it a mere sign she was too weak to truly belong among the court but still she could not help but feel her eyes get misty as his name stared at her from the paper, mocking that love that should have never been, guilt of having forgotten too soon the contract she signed merely a months ago, lost in the bliss of that forbidden passion she knew to have no future despite her desire for it to be so, aware of the fact he had obligations to marry accordingly to his status, putting the Kingdom needs before his own.

She was ready to give up on her feeling, to give up on the only man she would have always loved but fate had other plans and this time the long awaited sign she needed to cling to her desire was his closer brother, no less attractive and clever but much more different and playful than him, whom they both owned their happiness to.

A year later and that dream became her life, she smiled softly at the sensation of his strong arms curling protectively on her waist, his voice the soft purr of a tamed beast as he whispered in her ear

“Is pretty dangerous for a rabbit to stand all alone and defenseless like that.” 

softly he brushed his lips on her earlobe making her sigh softly as his voice husky and tender stirred things inside her 

“You never knew when a beast may surprise you.”

she chuckled softly at his tone, faking incredulity

“Oh my I should be more careful then.” her giggle resonating in the air, warming his heart as he unconsciously tighten his arms around her nuzzling lightly on her neck

“Even though I must confess I was expecting to be found by my King.”

he never took her for a playful type but her tricky side intrigued him, making him yearn to discover more about the woman he loved with all his heart, her hidden sides all his to find.

He placed a gentle kiss on her temple smiling at her gazing up at him adoringly, his light blue eyes crinkling with affection, warm and quiet like a sea so different from the ice cold one gaze he reserved for anyone else, his voice unusually soft as he murmured in her ear

" You are and always will be the only one worthy of my love, my precious Queen.”

a tender smile curled his lips as she nuzzled into his chest, turning around only to place a soft chaste kiss on his cheek, leaving him desiring for more, strangely eager to show the depth of his love to the only woman who earned he melted his lips on hers in a surprisingly sweet slow kiss they reluctantly pulled away from, their gaze locked to one another as he lifted her in his arms carrying her to their shared bedroom ready for a night of cuddles in which he would have showed her all the love he had in store for her, thanking her in his own away for staying and make him discover for the first time what love was, capable of change people’ hearts in a way he never thought possible, determined to spent all his reign showing to her how deeply madly in love he was and would have always been with her, the only woman worthy of the king affection, only one capable of making human what once was a brutal beast all with the greatest force in the world forcing to bow down  kings and emperor alike simpletons were subjected to the power of love.

Alfons Sylvatica

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For the second time, Chaya and I decided to come up with a prompt list and put together a challenge in order to celebrate Valentine's day together with all of you! ❤ You can check out last year's challenge here.

💌 This is a content creation challenge that uses a list of 14 prompts. This is not limited to writers, so you may join with any form of art!   💌 Targeted towards but not limited to otome fandoms. (IkeSeries (Ikemen Vampire, Ikemen Prince, Ikemen Sengoku, Ikemen Revolution, Ikemen Villain, Ikemen Genjiden); Tears of Themis; MLQC; MysMe; Voltage games; Obey me!, etc.)  💌 The challenge takes place from February 1st to February 14th. Remember not to stress over the posting dates and do only as many as you wish, in whatever order you want! 💌 @chaosangel767 Will create a masterlist featuring all works as well as their creators. The deadline is February 28th. After that, you can still post your works, but they won't be added to the masterlist. 💌 You can expect the masterlist to be up around March 3rd. 💌 When creating your works, you can use the tags #be my valentine ccc and #be my valentine content creation challenge for others to find it. Additionally, you may tag us in your posts so we can find them easily when making the masterlist! Posting to other sites is fine as well, as long as you mention the challenge and its creators. 💌 Any additional rules are up to the content creators. The genre and rating of your works is up to you as long as you mark your nsfw content accordingly. You’re totally free to take requests using this list. 

You can always come and ask additional questions if you have any! Our DMs are open!

Happy Creating!

[ Under the cut you will find the 14 prompts in a blank format. ]

"I've been hit with Cupid's arrow."

[ credits for the prompt: @voltage-vixen ]

2. "Why, look at that! Our hands fit just perfectly, don't you think?" 3. Feeding them a chocolate-coated strawberry with the mouth 4. Scavenger hunt ending in a date 5. "You know, whenever I look at you, I immediately feel like everything is going to be okay." 6. "I knew I could find you at our secret spot." 7. Getting them a bouquet of their favorite flowers 8. Corny pick-up lines 9. "Are those hearts in your eyes that I am seeing?" 10. Slurring out a love confession in the heat of the moment 11. "You taught me the meaning of love." 12. Saving the situation after a burnt romantic dinner 13. "No matter what anyone says, you're perfect for me." 14. "I didn't think it was possible to love someone this much."