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chaotic-kitty · 2 years

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~ON INDEFINITE HIATUS~

Requests: Open to suggestions, may not be able to do them though

Started: 17.04.22

Last Updated: 30.03.23

Total Works: 32

Works In Progress: 2

Current Requests: n/a

Key:

Fluff🧸

Spice/NSFW🌶

Angst⛓

Heavy Topic (Character Death, ect)💀

Crack/Humor💅🏻

Unrated🌸

Fandoms I Write For:

Fictif | The Arcana | Obey Me!

FTLOG NSFW Headcanons 🌶

FTLOG Domestic Headcanons Pt.1 | Pt.2 | Pt.3 🧸🌸

FTLOG M6 With A Pregnant MC Pt.1 | Pt.2 | Pt.3🧸⛓

FTLOG Poly! Headcanons🧸🌸

Gen Z! Deity Of Love💅🏻🌸

FTLOG Random Headcanons🌸

FTLOG M6 React To MC Being Insulted⛓🌸

FTLOG M6 Reacting To Poly! MC Acting Submissive🌶

FTLOG M6 x MC At A Carnival💅🏻🧸

Astrellio:

Random Astrellio Headcanons🌸

Aurelia:

Random Aurelia Headcanons🌸

Eeri:

Misc NSFW Headcanons🌶

Eeri And The Book Of Love (Fic)🧸

Leonidas:

Misc NSFW Headcanons🌶

CTC NSFW Headcanons Pt.1 | Pt.2 🌶

Rian:

Rian When You Fall In Love With A Different LI⛓

Thrones Of Temptation Pt.1 (Fic)🧸🌶

Theo:

Theo When You Fall In Love With A Different LI⛓

Gwydion:

Misc NSFW Headcanons🌶

CTC NSFW Bonus🌶

Gwydion When You Fall In Love With A Different LI⛓

Maeve:

Maeve When You Fall In Love With A Different LI⛓

MC Teaches Rainier & Casimier About The Internet🧸🌸

M3+Rime With A Vampire! MC🌸

Shitty Pickup Lines With The M3+Rime💅🏻

Last Legacy: Felix, Rime, and MC Randomly Generated Scenarios. Ft. Sage💅🏻

Felix:

Felix NSFW Alphabet🌶️

Asra:

Asra Domestic Headcanons🌸

The Edge Of Despair (Fic)💀⛓ Pt. 2

Asra NSFW Headcanons🌶

Early Morning Escapades (Fic / One shot)🧸

Julian:

Julian Domestic Headcanons🌸

Muriel:

Muriel Domestic Headcanons🌸

Muriel NSFW Alphabet🌶

Obey Me! Brothers With An MC On Their Period (Coming Soon)

Obey Me! MC Teaches Satan And Lucifer About Lovecraftian Lore🌸

-I will write:

NSFW/smut

Angst

Hurt/comfort

Fluff

Lgbt+

(If there is something you want to request that’s not on either of these lists, send them through anyway and I can tell you if I’m comfortable writing it or not!)

-I will NOT write:

Non-con

Yandere (it makes me uncomfy)

Ins3st

Under@ge smut, ect

Excessive violence

Dr@g use

(And anyone who wants to see stuff like ins3st, under@ge smut, please immediately block me.)

Other Content:

Fictif background compilation: Pt.1 | Pt. 2 | Pt.3 | Pt.4

(I am on a few other platforms too! You can find me here.)

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dawnsbreaking · 2 years

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sweet distraction • Theo

He’d endured his jealousy watching the other ambassadors making plays to court her prior to her coronation, endured the impossibility of being near her without her knowing of their prior engagement. He had yearned for her lips and soft hands and kind words, allowing her to treat him as a stranger all the while. Everything following the second proposal — all of the preparations for a wedding and all the political entanglement — was wherein lied the rub.

one shot, takes place after Theo's new beginning (minor spoilers, i don't go into detail of anything that happens during the new beginning chapter) pairing: prince theo/cmc roseline wc: 2,094

suggestive themes, 17+!!

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Prince Theo of Castille had never been so dreadfully underprepared as he was the second time he asked the princess of Arvore to marry him. The first time he proposed to Roseline, they had hidden away in the royal clementine orchard under the cover of twilight. He had professed his love and tied the proposal with a piece of twine around her ring finger.

“That’s a placeholder,” he’d told her. “So you can remember the man you’re betrothed to. I promise a true ring and betrothal will come.”

By the next evening, in the fire and destruction of their failed plan, the princess had lost the string and truly forgotten her betrothed. It was a cruel twist of fate that did not go unrecognized by Theo in all his many miserable recollections of the ill-fated staged attack.

His second proposal also took place in the shade of trees. Though, this time he’d secreted her away for want of privacy rather than need for it — there were few beings in all the realms that weren’t aware of their promised union. Even if it weren’t for the alliance they hoped to create by their marriage, the pair had been found kissing or holding one another on several occasions — and in several rooms of the palace. Word traveled fast throughout realms among guards and maids.

It was this second proposal, though, that cemented his need to be true to her and her alone, without the jewels and bounties of his station. Overcome by the desire to be her betrothed once more, he’d lowered himself before her and prayed that the sopping moss on the forest floor would stain his knee and mark him a fool.

She’d accepted, of course, having already assured him that he didn’t need to propose again since she’d already regained her memories. But he desired a new promise to match the new life they would begin together. It was as she said, her memory loss had fractured her into a new person — one deserving of new promises and plans. He intended to exceed every one of her expectations since she had, against all odds, fallen for him a second time.

The second proposal itself had been easy when it came to it, he knew that he wanted to be hers with even more certainty after almost losing her. He’d endured his jealousy watching the other ambassadors making plays to court her prior to her coronation, endured the impossibility of being near her without her knowing of their prior engagement. He had yearned for her lips and soft hands and kind words, allowing her to treat him as a stranger all the while. Everything following the second proposal — all of the preparations for a wedding and all the political entanglement — was wherein lied the rub.

“We’ll have to travel to Castille to negotiate the logistics of our marriage,” Roseline told him. She was brushing her long hair before a gilded mirror in his quarters. More and more, she’d been staying in his room in the palace rather than her own. After the coronation, the former queen insisted that her daughter take over the main larger wing of the palace, but Roseline preferred the familiar. So, Theo’s quarters had become their shared home since the coronation, though they’d had their share of escapades throughout the palace grounds.

Theo flexed to stretch his nightshirt as he pulled it on, pointedly ignoring Roseline’s eyes on his bare torso. “I’ve been trying to get you to travel to Castille ever since your coronation, darling.”

She gave him a look. “I know. It’s the negotiation I’m concerned for.”

He straightened his shirt with a shake of his shoulders and approached her with long, impatient strides. He draped himself around the back of her chair and wrapped his arms across her chest. “You shouldn’t be concerned.” Holding her still with a flex of his forearms, he pressed a firm kiss to her cheek, drawing it out to comedic effect.

“Hey!” Roseline giggled, swaying against him. “We were having a serious conversation.”

Theo tapped her leg and she got the message, stood, and allowed him to take her seat before falling back down into his lap. It was a familiar position to the couple, Theo was fond of the feeling of importance afforded by holding the sole ruler of an entire realm entirely in his arms. She wiggled against his legs and settled into him, allowing her head of damp hair to rest against his beating heart. “You were having a serious conversation,” he said. “I was getting ready for bed.”

Roseline sighed. “Tomorrow, I’m sending word to Rian. He’ll arrange passage for us to Castille. I’ll ask my mother to accompany us as ambassador.”

“Must we use Rian’s ship when we’ve so many of our own?” Theo would never understand Roseline’s fondness for the mercenary, but Rian had pledged his allegiance to the crown and given them no reason to doubt his sincerity.

“I’m already not fond of travel, I’d prefer to sail with someone I trust wholeheartedly.” Rose gave a breathy laugh. “You do know I’m the queen, right? You aren’t supposed to question my judgment so much.”

Theo laughed. “Apologies, your highness.” He shifted her in his lap and pressed a teasing kiss to her jaw, then another just below her ear. He whispered, “I do tend to speak above my station, don’t I?”

Roseline hummed, his kisses doing their job to distract her. “I prefer you do,” she said. “You keep me humble.”

No one would ever accuse the young queen of lacking humility, but she often alluded to a worry that she would become hungry for power like her father before her. Theo saw the fear in her in every meeting with her advisor, with every royal order. The woman he loved had such large expectations to meet and such terrible temptations to avoid.

“You do a fine job of that on your own,” he said, voice full of sincerity. “I just like to tease you.” And that he did. Her shoulders pulling back to allow him easier access to her neck had not evaded his notice. He chuckled, dipping his head to her collarbone, dropping kisses along the neckline of her dressing gown.

“You’ll be alright, then?” She asked, voice barely above a whisper. “Traveling with Rian?”

He huffed. “Of course.” He had mostly been teasing her then, too, he knew Rian’s loyalty to his betrothed was pure. “Though, I’d prefer to settle our plans in the morning.”

She exhaled deeply and allowed herself to deflate into his strong arms, relaxing her entire body into his touch. He’d won. “Very well.”

Theo continued his noble path, kissing back up towards Roseline’s smiling mouth. He fought this battle every night, urging her to leave behind the serious matters of the day and return to him. Every morning, he watched as she pulled herself from his bed and donned the weight of her responsibilities along with her stately robes. Every night, he tucked her hair behind her ears, looked upon her face, kissed her pink cheeks, waited for her eyes to clear. He wondered if it would ever get easier to remind her who she was beneath her crown.

“Let’s go to bed,” he said. “We’ll make all of the necessary arrangements tomorrow.” He placed a chaste kiss to the corner of her mouth. “My mothers will have us as quickly as we can travel to them.”

“You’re right,” Roseline said. “As always.” She stroked his cheek with her thumb, looking at him with finally clear eyes. The intensity of her adoring gaze was always a touch overwhelming to Theo, but he loved that Roseline looked at him like he’d aided Astrellio in hanging the moon and the stars.

Overcome with fondness, he kissed her. As he covered her plush mouth with his own, he felt her almost sigh with relief that he’d finally truly kissed her. Cradling her closer, Theo held the queen of Arvore with all the reverence she deserved. She let out a soft groan as his tongue teased between her sweetly parted lips.

Theo was unsure who broke the kiss when the pair finally parted. His head swum with errant thoughts as he’d felt her shift coyly against his lap, felt her still-damp curls graze his neck, watched her chest heave beneath her dressing gown. He ached for more of her always, always, but duty and sleep called first. She had an early day ahead of her, he knew she would pull away. She always did.

“Take me to bed?” She asked, surprising him. It was a royal way of asking, suggestive beneath demure manners. Theo thought he’d imagined her true meaning until she added a coquettish, “Please?”

Theo gave a breathy chuckle as he braced his arms around her. The dressing table’s chair tipped back, threatening to topple as he stood with Roseline in his arms. “You do not have to ask me twice,” he said.

She laughed, pressed a kiss to his cheek, continued the demure act she knew best. The shy blush that crept to her cheeks was the sole indicator of where her thoughts were. “I didn’t intend for you to truly carry me to bed.”

“You didn’t get up fast enough,” he said.

She rolled her eyes but didn’t argue. He’d given her no chance to walk on her own feet, they both knew this. Roseline changed tact, held tight to his shoulders, and kissed his neck as he laid her down on his bed, giving him no choice but to come down with her, just barely catching himself on his forearms to hover above her.

“Careful,” he chided.

“Love,” she breathed, pulling him closer, once more threatening his balance. “Let me feel the weight of you.”

He gave in, and gently lowered himself on top of her. He knew she could take it, knew she liked his pressing weight against her in small doses, the restriction calmed her. Theo didn’t understand it, but he indulged her. Anything he could do to alleviate the stress of her duties, he was willing. After a moment of pressing her into the bed with his own gravity, he pushed up onto his forearms again and ducked to her chest, covering flushed skin with feather-light kisses. He steadied himself on one arm and quickly pulled the fabric of her dressing gown down before his balance gave way. The tight fabric moved to reveal more blessed, glowing skin to him, as well as serving to push her breasts artfully close together. The vulgarity of her appearance delightfully matched the desperation of his action.

Roseline’s soft moans rang in his ears like church bells, calling him closer to the object of his worship as he touched her. He asked nothing in return, needed nothing but her and the boost to his ego she provided him.

Prince Theo of Castille luxuriated in reducing a powerful ruler to a whimpering mess beneath him.

When she finally curled into is arms to sleep that night, she was no longer Queen Roseline of Arvore. She was again his Roseline, his Rosie. She’d returned to him the girl he’d loved since they were children — when he didn’t know how yet to express such affection without chasing his love with frogs.

Theo’s gentle, dreamless sleep ended all too soon the next morning. Roseline woke before the sun and dressed in the dark at the foot of his bed.

“Must you begin your days so early?” He asked, wiping sleep from his eyes so that he might see her clearly before she left him for the day.

She finished dressing and then came to kneel at his bedside, observing him with dreamy eyes. The enchantment he’d managed the night before had worn, she was the queen again in every sense.

“The earlier I begin, the earlier I finish,” she said. This was a lie and they both knew it. Her work was like the koi fish that populated the ponds in the garden, growing to fit the space it was placed in, taking up all the room it was allowed.

“I love you,” he said. Then, “I’ll arrange to send word to my mothers that we’re visiting.”

“Thank you.” She kissed his temple. “I love you.”

The realm could not wait for its queen another moment. Theo watched her leave the room with a swish of her elegant dress and sighed. He would watch yet another day dawn alone.

Truly, loving her was easy, it was everything else that proved difficult.

hello!! i hope you all liked this!! i had prince theo on the mind all day yesterday so i couldn't rest until this was finished. please let me know what you think, i originally wanted to write a wedding fic so i'd definitely be open to continuing this as a small series eventually. i have so many things i need to finish and publish but we were on theo lockdown yesterday i had to give ya'll something!! thank you to my taglist and everyone who comments/reblogs these fics. always feel free to reblog with commentary, i love to read your thoughts about my writing. i'm particularly fond of this work, actually. love ya'll !! <3

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