#theocona

[radiologicaluncertainty]

They are .....close

[natimiles]

I just played this scene again... I love them so much, their friendship is everything to me 🤍

Interlude: Chapter 12

Their friendship 🤍

Masterlists: Writing | Screenshots & Such | Edits

[scummy-writes]

I've been wondering why writing feels very 'bleh' right now, and why vamp and prince ideas are dry, and then I realized it's because I've been stuck thinking about beel eating mc out for days.

So probably next week the daydream will fade and writing will get done.

[spopsys-archive]

<3 | Ikemen vampire

<3 | Leonardo Da Vinci

| Care for me

Comfort/ sick fic | Polyamorous relationship (Comte x MC x Leonardo) | TW sickness (cold), coughing

| Too perfect

Fluff fic | Leonardo x OC (Julie) | TW minor harassment (a stranger briefly grabs Julie’s arm)

| Artistic MC asking for advice

Headcanon | Vincent and Leonardo (separate) | No TW

| MC on their period

Headcanon | Vlad, Comte and Leonardo (separate) | TW periods, brief allusions to blood

| Reacting to MC drinking period blood like a shot

Headcanon | Vlad, Comte and Leonardo (separate) | TW periods, unhealthy/ unsanitary practices (drinking period blood), intrusive thoughts

- — — — <3

<3 | Comte De Saint-Germain

| Care for me

Comfort/ sick fic | Polyamorous relationship (Comte x MC x Leonardo) | TW sickness (cold), coughing

| Hope in desolation

Angst (?) fic | TW death mentions, imagery of people being burnt by wax

| My one and only

Yandere fic | TW yandere themes/ mindset, unhealthy obsessions (neither are acted on necessarily in any way)

| More forward, perhaps?

Fluff fic | Female Comte (genderswap) | No TW

| Simplistic/ non-materialistic MC who doesn’t care about money

Headcanon | Oliver, Comte, Jean, Masamune and Zero (separate) | TW insecurity

| MC on their period

Headcanon | Vlad, Comte and Leonardo (separate) | TW periods, brief allusions to blood

| Reacting to MC drinking period blood like a shot

Headcanon | Vlad, Comte and Leonardo (separate) | TW periods, unhealthy/ unsanitary practices (drinking period blood), intrusive thoughts

| First kiss

Headcanon | Female Comte (genderswap) | No TW

- — — — <3

<3 | Napoleon Bonaparte

| Withholding cuddles and kisses after a (playful) argument

Fluff drabble | TW (playful) argument

| MC who is a trained knight

Headcanon | Lancelot, Mitsunari, Hideyoshi and Napoleon (separate) | TW mentions of fighting

| MC with short hair (bob/ pixie cut)

Headcanon | Napoleon, Mozart, Isaac and Theodorus (separate) | TW minor mentions of gender stereotypes

| Cuddling MC who’s tired of her studies

Headcanon | Napoleon and Vincent (separate) | TW burn out, mentions of skipping meals and sleep

- — — — <3

<3 | Jean D’Arc

| Solace

Angst with a happy ending fic | Jean x OC (Julie) I TW thunder storms, arguments, insecurity, self doubt

| Proposing to Jean first

Fluff drabble I TW marriage, crying

| Simplistic/ non-materialistic MC who doesn’t care about money

Headcanon | Oliver, Comte, Jean, Masamune and Zero (separate) | TW insecurity

| Pronoun and sexuality headcanons

Headcanon | Shakespeare, Jean and Sebastian (separate) | No TW

- — — — <3

<3 | Isaac Newton

| Keep talking

Fluff fic | TW mild insecurity

| MC with short hair (bob/ pixie cut)

Headcanon | Napoleon, Mozart, Isaac and Theodorus (separate) | TW minor mentions of gender stereotypes

- — — — <3

<3 | Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

| MC with short hair (bob/ pixie cut)

Headcanon | Napoleon, Mozart, Isaac and Theodorus (separate) | TW minor mentions of gender stereotypes

- — — — <3

<3 | Dazai Osamu

| Carefree

Fluff fic | No TW

- — — — <3

<3 | Arthur Conan Doyle

| Kisses and giggles

Fluff fic | No TW

| Theocona hurt/comfort

Headcanon | Arthur x Theodorus | TW mentions of intrusive thoughts

- — — — <3

<3 | Vincent Van Gogh

| Sketch

Fluff fic (?) | No TW

| Artistic MC asking for advice

Headcanon | Vincent and Leonardo (separate) | No TW

| Cuddling MC who’s tired of her studies

Headcanon | Napoleon and Vincent (separate) | TW burn out, mentions of skipping meals and sleep

- — — — <3

<3 | Theodorus Van Gogh

| MC with short hair (bob/ pixie cut)

Headcanon | Napoleon, Mozart, Isaac and Theodorus (separate) | TW minor mentions of gender stereotypes

| Theocona hurt/comfort

Headcanon | Arthur x Theodorus | TW mentions of intrusive thoughts

- — — — <3

<3 | William Shakespeare

| Childish glee

Fluff fic | No TW

| Fear not my dear, take your time

Angst/ hurt/ comfort fic | TW self harm, self depreciation, blood, injury, self neglect

| Yandere Shakespeare ramble

Yandere drabble | TW yandere and everything that comes with it

| MC struggling with self harm

Headcanon | TW self harm, self-deprecation, self neglect

| Pronoun and sexuality headcanons

Headcanon | Shakespeare, Jean and Sebastian (separate) | No TW

| Balding Shakespeare headcanons

Headcanon | TW cursed, a lot of regret

| Foot health headcanons

Headcanon | TW cursed, a lot of regret

| Shakespeare portrait AU

Headcanon | Portrait AU | TW manipulation mention, claustrophobia, nyctophobia

| Long haired Shakespeare headcanons

Headcanon | No TW

- — — — <3

<3 | Sebastian

| Pronoun and sexuality headcanons

Headcanon | Shakespeare, Jean and Sebastian (separate) | No TW

- — — — <3

<3 | Vlad

| MC on their period

Headcanon | Vlad, Comte and Leonardo (separate) | TW periods, brief allusions to blood

| General Vlad dating headcanons

Headcanon | TW possessiveness, fear of losing someone, food (strawberries)

| Reacting to MC drinking period blood like a shot

Headcanon | Vlad, Comte and Leonardo (separate) | TW periods, unhealthy/ unsanitary practices (drinking period blood), intrusive thoughts

- — — — <3

<3 | Charles Henri-Sanson

None yet

- — — — <3

<3 | Johann Georg Faust

None yet

- — — — <3

<3 | All

| Give it back!

Crack fic | Mostly Napoleon and Comte centred | TW swearing (quite a bit), mentions of injury, mention of rabid ferrets, mentions of feral animals

| Who I think would be the best brother

Headcanon | No TW

| MC making a Twilight reference

Headcanon | No TW

| Vampire biology stuff to explain their existences idk

Headcanon | TW blood, mentions of procreation, mentions of trying to changes ones genetic makeup, biology stuff, probably scientific inaccuracies, this is quite long actually

<3 | Series

❤️ | Love sick fool - Shakespeare x gender neutral MC

| Perhaps I am nought but a love sick fool - Love sick fool: Part 1

Fluff fic | No TW

| Love sick in more ways than one - Love sick fool: Part 2

Angst fic | TW death/death of a loved one, illness, crying

| Return - Love sick fool: Part 3

Fluff/comfort fic | TW death mention

| Love - Love sick fool: Good ending

Not yet posted

| Sick - Love sick fool: Bad ending

Not yet posted

❤️ | Shakespeare portrait AU - Shakespeare x gender neutral MC

| Reveal to me - Shakespeare portrait AU: Part 1

Angst/ hopeful ending fic I Tw claustrophobia, nyctophobia, betrayal, manipulation

| A way - Shakespeare portrait AU: Part 2

Not yet posted

| Out of the dark - Shakespeare portrait AU: Part 3

Not yet posted

| And hold my hand - Shakespeare portrait AU: Good ending

Not yet posted

| And let me keep you close - Shakespeare portrait AU: Bad ending

Not yet posted

❤️ | Mansion rules - No relationship focus

| Rule 1

Horror/ unreality fic I TW chasing, panic

| Rule 2

Horror/ unreality fic | TW allusions to mind control/ manipulation

| Rule 4

Horror/ unreality I TW blood, injury, gore, horror, panic, drowning, screaming

| Rule 5

Horror/ unreality fic I TW screaming, death, hallucinations (auditory), ghosts, blood, gore, self inflicted injury

| Follow the rules

Horror/ unreality, angst fic | TW self loathing, blood, gore, shadow people, curses, horror, religion mention

[krys-does-art-stuff]

Abby and Vincent splash page, featuring Theocona arm wrestling. CW for some semi-nudity

September 2022

[not-krys]

[Repost] Nurture-Abby

Part of this set of WIP Wednesdays

Notes: Incomplete, lil ramble-y in the beginning, background Vincent x Abby, maybe Theocona too if you squint

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Despite his initial teasing, Theo couldn't help but stare as Abby's blonde head bobbed back and forth as she took in every painting in the small atelier he'd managed to snag for a local gallery featuring some of his artist friends. She looked at everything with open, curious eyes, as if she would miss something if she so much as breathed wrong or blinked. She was like that around Vincent when he was painting or if she caught a rare moment of Leonardo sketching. It went beyond watching a famous artist working, he felt, she seemed fascinated by watching them work, as if their famous statuses didn't matter to her, she just enjoyed watching them work.

His suspicions were confirmed one day where he'd caught her doodling on a scrap piece of paper while she was working. It was a pale imitation of one of his brother's painting (no one could match up to him, after all), but he saw something in there that he often saw in promising young artists, that with enough nurturing and care it could develop into something beautiful.

It was mostly the reason he invited her to help set up in the atelier. Smaller reasons including needing an extra hand and she had a free afternoon, but the quivering that she usually did, the nervousness she had ever since she appeared at Comte's mansion, it was practically gone when she helped set up the gallery. A woman that normally shook in her shoes if he so much as glanced her way, had such confidence and grace when she was surrounded by beauty and artistic innovation, he wondered if he imagined the scared, teary-eyed little puppy he usually saw at home.

Vincent's insistence on inviting her also helped sway him. Maybe he saw something in her before he did, but he wouldn't have refused Vincent regardless.

What bothered him, however, was seeing peeks of Vincent taking her hand as they stood in front of painting after painting, the way her tiny hand curled in his as they discussed different aspects of the works they looked at. How his fingers formed protectively around hers. How her usual blush of nervousness seemed… different, for some reason. Theo frowned, his eyebrows turning down.

Before long, however, a gloved hand slapped him between his shoulders before circling them, the smell of cologne (and maybe a hint of a little too much wine) assaulting his nose. He turned to see the familiar blue eyes of one particularly annoying author he would gladly strangle if he didn't remove his arm.

"They're cute, aren't they?" Arthur said with a grin. "Holding hands like that. Who knew the bird had it in her."

"It's an art show, klootzak." Theo said, "be more respectful."

"I am, I am!" Arthur laughed, "This show is great, I think."

"The art or watching my broer being seduced?"

Arthur laughed harder. He definitely had been hitting the wine a little hard that evening.

"Watching you watching your brother and the little dove at his side is the better show, I think."

Theo scowled as Vincent pointed at a particularly colorful painting, Abby's eyes lighting up as she examined the details. Arthur patted Theo's chest, much to his annoyance.

"They're just having a good time looking at art. No need to get jealous over two art lovers sharing a passion."

"There's more than sharing a passion for art going on between them."

"Aye, anyone with working eyes can see that."

Theo growled.

"Why are you so worked up for, anyway? Not like they're snogging each other up the walls over there."

Theo glared.

[tacogawa]

Hello! Could I please request TheoXArthur for the drawing prompt along with VladxComte?🙈💝

Hey there! Here are the requests for you!! You didn’t choose any specific pose so I did r3 for Theo/Arthur!! I didn't like the way the Comte/Vlad req came out so I'm not posting it, but if you want to see it just dm me!

Once again, fujoshi’s DNI 🔫

[xxsycamore]

- Make it unfair - [THEO/READER/ARTHUR NSFW]

Rating: E

Word count: 2,176

Relationship: F/M/M; Arthur/Reader, Theo/Reader, Theo/Arthur (TheoCona)

Tags: Polyamory, Thrеesome, Smut, Public sеx, Modern AU, Heavy petting, Car sеx

Part of @voltage-vixen​​ ‘s Summer of Smut Content Creation Challenge 2.0.

✦ Day 4 - Petting in the pool ✦

Visiting about any public space along with your boyfriend and your girlfriend had its perks as it had its cons. Public swimming pools, for one, were proving to be leaning heavily on the latter's side, Theodorus found out, as his gaze moved briskly back and forth from one side of the area to the other.

Flirting. His boyfriend, Arthur, was seeming to be constantly seeking out the presence of girls which was normal on any other day. For factors that Theodorus himself would never agree on, Arthur's stakes here doubling here by the pool when it came to flirting, with his wet hair swept back and his muscular body glistening under the hot sun.

And again, flirting. His girlfriend who herself never came off as much of a player despite being under the direct influence of abovementioned klootzak and thus driving Theo to madness sometimes, was the last person he would accuse of flirting behind his back. Let alone right in front of him. She was more in the receiving end, Theo observed under a furrowed brow as a group of men was idly chatting with her as she dangled her feet in the pool.

And Theo had to face the disappointment of having his initially idyllic conception of visiting a pool together suffer damage this great. The man could use some rest from the frantic daily life right here under the shade and in the company of his lovers but no, of course something had to intervene. Then again, it was his choice whether to pay attention to the two of them or to leave them to soar on the wings of a spontaneous rendezvous as it never came to be a problem in their relationship whatsoever. Theo wasn't the jealous type, or so he would tell himself.

He heard a familiar voice screaming happily and he lowered his sunglasses to witness his girlfriend being thrown in the pool and then the culprits joining her inside. She was having fun. Arthur was having fun, so were the girls around him assuming their current loud laugher wasn't a faked one as a reaction to some lame joke of his. Theo grunted under his breath and gripped the sides of his chaise lounge in preparation to get up. He decided that he had had enough of pretending to mind his own business.

The girls surrounding Arthur parted in order to let Theo get closer and the latter didn't fail to notice their stares move from their former object of attention to Theo. He paid no mind returning their greetings as he grabbed Arthur by the back of the collar and brought him up, tugging him along with him. "We're going for a swim."

 "You know you can tell me like a normal person, right?" Arthur scoffed at him before shooting a quick glance behind him. "See you later!"

 Theo regretted letting go of his collar so soon when he should have dragged him that way all the way to the pool and in. Soon their exchange of goodbyes finished and Arthur shrugged off his shirt and threw it on his chaise lounge when he by-passed it, all nice and ready to at last accept Theo's invitation for a swim.

 "Are you mad at me again? Maybe pushing me in the water would help calm your nerves?" Arthur joked while standing on the edge, Theo stepping in closer until he was casting a shadow over the shorter man's vision.

 "Sure, sounds like a dream come true. Only if the water wasn't there at all."

 Arthur chuckled at his sadistic joke. Theo smiled back and made a motion as if turning away, but at the same moment he dashed at Arthur and pushed him off the edge, falling along with him. That created a big splash in the water, the sound getting lost amidst the noises of the other people surrounding them.

 They came out on the surface at the same time, Arthur hurrying to get his bangs out of his eyes so he can aim and splash water at Theo. "Theo, you bastard!"

 "You were right, that definitely put me in a better mood." Saying that earned him a couple more attacks that he half-heartedly dodged before remembering about one more thing coming in the way of his newfound good mood. He turned in the direction MC was, some distance away in the water and he tipped his chin to gesture to Arthur. They understood each other silently and dived in the water, swimming in that direction.

At that time MC was still caught up in the conversation she started with those guys and failed to notice anything about the sneak attack being plotted against her. All of a sudden two pairs of hands lightly pulled on her feet, making her yelp in surprise as she was dragged deeper in the water. As she processed what was happening, her two boyfriends were already face to face with her, holding her upright until she found her balance again at the surface.

 "You scared the shit out of me!"

 Arthur laughed, tucking a long wet strand of hair behind MC's ear. "It wasn't my idea luv, I'm innocent."

 "As if I'd believe that!"

  It was Theo's turn to laugh, it worked every time he decided to do something mischievous. "Pay us attention, hondje."

 "Ah, I should've known what this was about." She sighed to mask the actual joy that was mixed in that feeling. If they wanted attention, they'd get attention, she thought, before sneakily planting a kiss against Theo's chest.

 "Hondje-" He tried to warn her, but Arthur was already behind him, doing the same to his neck. Theo was thrown whoever needed more of a scolding but Arthur was quick to cease his nibbling on his neck due to laugher bubbling on his lips. His face was directly in front of MC's, and he reached out and pulled her in a small kiss. "You know what I'm thinking? I'm thinking Theo was really lonely without us."

 Mewling against Arthur's mouth, MC looked at him, then at her other boyfriend, and giggled back. "We should do something about it."

 Whatever Theo was trying to say in protest, his words were dying on his lips each time one of them would kiss his neck. It was hardly the time or the place but such things never mattered for his lovers. Time and time again he was trying to gain the title of the reasonable one in the group but he had to curse his own needs for sabotaging his common sense each time.

Arthur and MC intertwined their fingers of both hands together, being situated on Theo's two sides, caging his body with little to no space in between. They resumed their kiss attacks, turning Theo into a flustered mess easily. MC wondered when would he finally snap and get out of the water to drag them all the way back to the hotel. She was caught off guard when she felt two strong hands grabbing her bottom. "Ah-"

 "What's that, luv? Is Theo getting handsy?" Arthur guided one pair of their joined hands under the water. "Let's get right back at him."

 Arthur went straight to palming Theo's cock over the confines of his swim shorts, earning himself the feeling of five fingernails digging into his forearm as Theo used force to turn the tables and instead be the one to get his hands on Arthur. He was half-mad at him, half glad for giving him a reason to let out his beast at last. MC came in between them before they could turn their making out session into a fight, and guided their hands on her own body instead. Arthur was more generous in his groping, loving the feeling of her bikini over her skin and the way her nipples hardened under his fingers and were slightly visible under the fabric. Theo pulled her ass against himself, placing his large hand on her front and stroking her core over the clothing.

They knew the game they were playing, as getting naughty in public wasn't a first for them. The person to give up and demand going to the hotel first would have to submit to a great portion of attention from the other two, in whichever way they found fit. And judging from earlier events, Theo was seeming to be begging for just that so he surely wouldn't mind the unfair two on one fight.

 "Fine, I'm giving up. Let's get the hell out of here." Theo was visibly on his limit and got out of the pool leaving his two lovers high-fiving behind his back as they followed them out.

 They made it to the car without as much a peck on the lips, but once inside, it was a different story.

 "Not so fast, hornball!" Arthur threw the keys at Theo before he could get his chance to occupy the backseat.

 "I don't wanna hear that from you. Why the hell am I driving?"

 "You lost, don't you remember? That's punishment, be a good boy and drive us home." Arthur opened the backseat's door for MC and gestured gentlemanly for her to take her seat and then he joined her at the other side. Before she could take the bag off her shoulder, Arthur captured her lips in a sloppy kiss as if he hadn't tasted her lips in forever.

Theo gripped the steering wheel angrily, starting the car and turning on the AC, counting the minutes until all of this would be over. He hated how he had to check the mirror once every now and then and only to find his rearview blocked by his lovers making out in the backseat. They weren't holding back at all, Theo was praying they'd get at their destination before one of them reaches his peak because he damned sure didn't want to waste a second when given the chance to finally join them.

It was a good thing that they both were out of their minds and not paying attention to the road because Theo was starting to hate the submissive role he was forced to take previously. He drove the car into a deserted area that was staying hidden from the rest of the scenery by hotels and palm trees.

 Arthur was the first to take notice. "Mm, Theo that's not our place, you got it wrong."

 "Oh no, I got it right. Now get a little to the side and don't make me take one of you outside to bend over the car."

 MC whistled at Theo, being a little too hazy to take him seriously and at the same time being just horny enough to want to provoke him further. Theo entered the backseat on her side and grabbed the sides of her waist, effortlessly lifting her up and placing her on his lap. She squirmed, feeling his neglected length bulging from beneath her, and tried to grab into his shoulders and lift off from him just enough to make it easy for him to take his pants off. "Alright if you're so eager Theo, get what you want~…"

He didn't have to be told twice, as with a couple of fast movements MC's wet slit was centered just above his tip. He rubbed his cock on her glistering folds, collecting her essence with his remaining patience and soon pulled her down. MC felt weightless, a moan tearing from her lips as all of his long length was piercing right in her core in a delicious slide. She sensed Arthur's long fingers traveling to her naval and finding her clit, giving her additional pleasure. She spoke out both of their names, drowning in the euphoria of getting her pleasure so soon when she was sure she'd have to wait at least until they've landed a foot in the hotel room.

 "Ah, I… I want to feel both of you…"

 "Patience, hondje. I don't want us to hurt you. We'd have lots of fun, so enjoy your appetizer for now."

 MC felt pleased with his promise, leaning down to kiss him full on the lips, and wondered why did she have to tease him so much today. She had a feeling his hearty promise would come with its price, not that she was in a position to do anything more at that moment. Arthur's fingers moved more rapidly, forcing her to moan in Theo's month, and soon her vision blurred as she let out another moan, cumming hard and convulsing around Theo's cock. Arthur praised her, kissing everything he could reach, and Theo followed his example by murmuring more sweet promises in her ear. He was nowhere near done, and MC wondered if they were ever going to make it to the hotel room at all. But that was in no way making things any less enjoyable as they were right now, she thought, before getting lost in the feeling of being lifted off from Theo's lap and moved right into Arthur's embrace instead.

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[natimiles]

Poly with faves (with OC, reader, or MC):

Ikevamp: Isaac and Arthur; Isaac and Mozart

Ikevil: Roger and Liam (I have no idea how I'd make this work)

Ikesen: Ieyasu and Kanetsugu (would never happen, but it's nice to dream); Yuki and Sasuke

Ikerev: Luka and Jonah (it only works if it's reader dating both, but they don't date each other for god's sake); Fenrir and Ray

Suitor/Suitor

Ikevamp (pretty much all of them with each other): Arthur/Isaac is the favorite (I have some headcanons about them here); Theo and Arthur (Theocona); Jean and Vincent; Arthur and Vincent; Mozart and Vincent (after I dreamed about this once, it can be pretty cute); Leo and Comte; Comte and Vlad

Ikevil: Will and Victor; Alfons and Elbie; Roger and Alfons (yes, you heard me; the amount of hate sex with angst this can bring)

Ikesen: Ieyasu and Mitsunari; Hideyoshi and Mitsuhide;

Ikerev: Fenrir and Ray

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[radiologicaluncertainty]

[natimiles]

Interlude: Chapter 1

It's hard to say whether Theo is jealous of us or of Arthur...

Masterlists

[scummy-writes]

Better in The Morning

Rating: Explicit (Minors dni)

Words: 5703

Pairing: Theo/Arthur

Tags: Jealousy, Drinking, Blood Drinking, Anal Sex, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Light Angst, Choking, Idiots to Lovers, Biting, Theocona

Full fic under the cut!

Preview:

The feel of Theo’s tongue against his drew a shudder out. Arthur twisted his fingers into Theo’s shirt, head beginning to spin as Theo’s kisses grew rough, more demanding, making Arthur’s hands shake as he blindly searched for the buttons of Theo’s shirt and clumsily worked them. It was difficult to concentrate or even attempt taking back control when Theo kept stealing his breath, and Arthur was pleased; safe from the burden of thinking past impulses.

Three buttons undone, and Arthur’s palms spread out against Theo’s chest as they finally broke apart, gasping for breath. He watched as Theo surveyed him, taking in the sight of his hair disheveled, his slick and swollen lips. Arthur knew the heat spread across his cheeks was obvious, and when a ghost of a prideful smirk took over Theo’s features, Arthur wrapped his arms around his neck with a strained chuckle.

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Sex was just a formula in the end: Flirting, enticing, tempting touches. Hushed promises breathed against heated skin, the shuffling of clothes along with the creak of a mattress. Slow, purposeful touches that crept faster, until thinking wasn’t needed as instinct took over.

Or, most of the time it’s how it went.

Arthur hazily looked at the woman laid bare in front of him, sweat shining on her breasts while her hands dug into the sheets. Her eyes were squeezed shut, mouth hung open as her gasps and groans began to rise higher in pitch. With such a pretty little bird beneath him and pleasure making his mind spin, how was it that his thoughts kept flitting elsewhere? Making his breath catch for other reasons; movements falter.

What a disservice to the one calling his name…

Arthur leaned over her, making her shiver with the playful nips he drew along her jaw, trailing further and further below until he could nose her pulse, sighing at the fragrance of perfume mixed with such a lovely drink. He timed his bite with a harsh thrust of his hips, feeling her nails dig into his back as she clenched around him.

It wasn’t as if it was a bore, but the only thirst quenched tonight was that of his throat. He found himself getting dressed rather quickly after discarding the condom, and the woman hazily reached out to him, barely having caught her breath and struggling to keep lucid with the pleasure still trembling through her.

“W-where are you…?”

“Ah, sorry luv,” He feigned a pout, giving a quick kiss to her cheek, “got a rather busy morning tomorrow, can’t quite risk being late.”

Granted, he wasn’t a total ass. Arthur made sure to clean up the mess they made without disturbing her too much as she faded out, but he was still out on the streets faster than usual. Huffing to himself, he stretched as he walked.

When was the last time sex felt so pitiful for him?

Deep down Arthur knew the reasons why, but he was stubborn, if anything. Refusing to give his feelings a name as they steadily bubbled within him, begrudgingly recalling a scene from earlier this afternoon. Where he had finally caught a glimpse of Theo after days on end of elusive misses; the man having been too busy to even linger for breakfast- or rather, linger long enough for Arthur to wake up and join.

He had been so excited too, walking up to try and ask the art dealer for some of his time. Only to stop when a woman seemed to join Theo, watching as her bright laughter brought on a smile he had never seen from Theo before.

It was such a small scene, and truly, shouldn’t he feel happy for his stoic friend? Instead, his throat had felt tight, a wash of bitterness overtaking him as he turned back around, finding himself heading towards visiting his favorite pub.

Now, Arthur kicked a pebble ahead of him as he walked home, unable to properly distract himself as he played the scene out over and over in his mind.

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Arthur sighed, dropping his pen aside as he took his glasses off. Crumpled papers were littered on his desk, and his current sheet in front of him was just filled with scratched out words and ink blots. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting to produce, after being awake for well over a full twenty-four hours now. It wasn’t as if his eighth cup of coffee would magically yield better results than the last.

“Blast…”

It was too late to go out of the mansion at this point, far too late to see if he could even swoon some minx into a distraction- and the appeal of that dwindled down as he remembered the pisspoor attempt from last time…

Standing up, he stretched his back before slumping.

Running from troubles were always temporary, in the end. After a while, they caught up, and Arthur knew when he had to settle in and let them run their course. It didn’t mean he wouldn’t be sour over it, hating the way his anxieties and fears would churn in his stomach, but at least his reluctant acceptance still gave him a vague feeling of agency over his own mind turning against him.

~

The parlor felt like a breath of fresh air in comparison to his stuffy room, and Arthur placed the decanter of whiskey he snatched on the side table, knowing he could be left alone to ruminate over his childish feelings in peace, nursing a glass and hoping to fall asleep. The warm glow the light gave off certainly helped him feel a bit drowsy, even if his wandering thoughts were working against him in that regard.

Arthur settled himself into the chair, pouring himself a drink as he surveyed the cover of a book. Just a harmless collection of poetry, but recalling the way Theo seemed so absorbed reading it in the salon made his stomach stir. Against his better judgement, he opened the book and flipped through the pages, scanning each stanza and wondering.

Was Theo reading this and thinking of that woman? Each flowery bit of prose bringing that same smile she had managed to drudge out as Theo thought about her?

Arthur knew he had no right to be so torn up about this, not when he had a body count that was too high to remember, but…

It still stung regardless. Pooling in the pit of his stomach, making his breaths harder to take in the longer this feeling ruminated inside. He knew that, even if he weren't so cowardly, that he hadn't a hope of pulling those smiles out of Theo. That his refusal to admit his feelings, even to himself, was what had landed him in this mess.

Of course, while he sat there bitterly overlooking poem after poem, the man he had been lamenting about comes into the parlor. At the height of Arthur’s self degradation, nonetheless.

A gruff sigh spilled out of Theo once Arthur wearily met his gaze. He didn’t say anything at first, eyes glancing at the bottle resting beside Arthur, then towards the book he held. If Theo had any strong feelings towards the poetry, he didn’t show it as he walked over, taking the seat beside him.

“Didn’t think you read the stuff.”

Didn’t think you did either. But Arthur shrugged, setting the book aside, “someone left it in here.”

It was quiet. Theo didn’t seem to have any reason to come into the parlor, but he sat patiently beside Arthur regardless, toying with the decanter’s top as time ticked by.

“How long have you been here?”

“Mm. Dunno. Long enough to wonder how long until le Comte updates his library,” he gestured his glass towards the book resting between them, “that book is older than the both of us.”

Arthur could feel Theo’s gaze on him. It wasn’t like the man was attempting to hide it, but he kept silent as Arthur took a slow sip of his whiskey with a sigh.

“Couldn’t find a ‘bird’ to put up with you tonight?”

And deal with another woman with a mothering complex trying to ‘nurse him’ back to whatever his normal was? No. He just shrugged at Theo’s question instead, raking a hand through his hair as he slouched in his seat, shaking his head, “wasn’t in the mood.”

“Mm. Finally gaining a conscience over leaving those women alone in the morning?”

The gentle prod was obvious, but Arthur ignored it as he poured himself another glass. He wasn’t sure what brought forth concern on Theo’s end. Did he look as haggard as he felt? Sleep had never came last night, and he knew that much was obvious, but what else was causing Theo’s eyes to narrow while Arthur stared into the amber liquid?

Downing it in one go, Arthur made the motion towards the decanter but felt Theo’s hand on his.

The warmth of Theo’s hand stole his thoughts away. He was so used to wearing gloves that he found himself unable to recall a moment where they had skin to skin contact before now. Skinship that wasn’t drunken brushes between each other. Arthur swallowed thickly, mind overcome with imaginings of Theo holding that woman’s hand and smiling- smiles Arthur could never evoke from him, feeling his chest clench again.

Drinking suddenly felt like a need, rather than a want.

“Theo?”

Theo blinked, swallowing when his eyes wavered with something Arthur couldn't catch, “we both know you’re a lightweight, slow down on the drinking.”

Arthur’s brows furrowed, shaking Theo’s hand off, “we’re at home, anyway, ‘s not like I’m going to cause trouble.”

“Arthur.”

“Bloody hell, what is it?” Theo recoiled at his tone. He took his time with a response, ruminating on the words for a reason Arthur couldn’t fathom, but the words just made his sudden temper worse.

“Drinking isn’t going to help whatever mood you're in.”

Silence stretched out between them as Arthur held his breath, his glass still resting on the table as they looked at each other. Theo’s concern was evident, and deep down Arthur knew that it was genuine; possibly even what had prompted Theo to come into the room to begin with, but jealousy kept skewing his perception. Arthur clicked his tongue as he finally tore his gaze away.

“It’ll help me sleep tonight,” another pause, then Arthur rubbed his eyes with a huff, annoyed at himself, “I haven’t slept for ages-”

“Drinking will knock you flat on your ass, but you know as well as I do that it’ll make you go through hell when you finally do wake up.”

“Maybe I’m just a glutton for punishment-” It certainly felt like it when he couldn’t stop himself from deliberately pushing people away from him, but Theo ignored his depressive tone, yanking the decanter out of his grasp.

“Then, view this as a punishment.”

"For God's sake- you're going to do this all night aren't you?"

It wasn't so much a question, not with how Arthur rolled his eyes, finishing off his glass before Theo could think about grabbing it. "You do know there's more booze in the mansion, don't you?"

Theo shrugged his shoulders, "I know that if you're too lazy to go distract yourself with one of your 'skirts', you're too lazy to scour for more."

Arthur didn't respond, eyes closed as he leaned upon his elbow, propping his head up with a sigh.

"... What do you propose, then?"

~

At Arthur’s first stumble out of the parlor, Theo tsked and wrapped his arm around his shoulders, huffing a reprimand in the process. It was an accident, Arthur really hadn’t drank that much yet, but… He let himself be led towards his room, feeling careless ideas come to mind the longer he let Theo keep his grip.

Each step closer, Arthur considered his options, feeling his emotions battling out his rationale. What proof did he have of Theo really getting with that woman? A quick glance and Theo had no lipstick markings on his cheeks or neck, no scent of perfume… Most people were quick to spend as much time with a new partner in the beginning stages. Given that Theo rarely had any breaks from work and didn’t appear to spend his rare day off with the woman Arthur had saw, it opened two possibilities.

Either they had yet to breach the hurdle of admitting their feelings towards each other, or they had been together for longer than Arthur realized.

The latter stung at the back of his throat as he swallowed the thought down, focusing on the first. Because if they had yet to get together… Well, Arthur could do what he does best.

He smiled bitterly to himself, playing up the role of a drunk as they neared Theo’s room.

~

Excuses. That’s what Arthur needed; something to make his behavior forgettable in the morning. Something to make his shame easier to deal with the next day. He took advantage of Theo’s dazed state after they stumbled into his room, cupping his cheeks mid-scold and stealing a lingering kiss. At first, Theo seemed frozen, unsure of how to react, and Arthur’s fear exacerbated. He nipped at Theo’s bottom lip, feeling his shoulders drop with relief when the man finally kissed him back.

Theo was hesitant, his grip unfocused as Arthur managed to take the lead; distracting him as he slowly backed Theo into his desk chair, straddling him easily. When they broke apart, panting as Theo’s confused look swept over him, the taste of him still lingered on Arthur’s lips as he nervously licked them, “don’t you want a distraction too?”

Theo’s gaze narrowed for a moment. The threat of getting an answer he feared pushed Arthur to act impulsively, crashing their lips together in one fluid movement.

Regardless of how clumsy it was, Arthur was thankful when he felt Theo’s grip focus on his ass, pushing their bodies flush together and dragging out as gasp when his fingers threaded themselves in Arthur’s hair; holding him in place as their rushed kisses deepened. Every heavy breath between them reeked of ethanol, and as Arthur felt Theo slowly get harder, he pushed the thoughts of their crumbling friendship aside.

The feel of Theo’s tongue against his drew a shudder out. Arthur twisted his fingers into Theo’s shirt, head beginning to spin as Theo’s kisses grew rough, more demanding, making Arthur’s hands shake as he blindly searched for the buttons of Theo’s shirt and clumsily worked them. It was difficult to concentrate or even attempt taking back control when Theo kept stealing his breath, and Arthur was pleased; safe from the burden of thinking past impulses.

Three buttons undone, and Arthur’s palms spread out against Theo’s chest as they finally broke apart, gasping for breath. He watched as Theo surveyed him, taking in the sight of his hair disheveled, his slick and swollen lips. Arthur knew the heat spread across his cheeks was obvious, and when a ghost of a prideful smirk took over Theo’s features, Arthur wrapped his arms around his neck with a strained chuckle.

“You’re not going to stop there, are you?”

With a slow blink, Theo finally came back to the present and slid his palms over Arthur’s ass again. A surge of heat rushed through Arthur, making him bite his lip in pleasure.

They weren’t sober by any means, but neither of them were drunk. Yet when Theo suddenly began pressing his lips against Arthur’s neck, he let out a breathless, excited laugh with his groan, Arthur’s head spinning as if he had drank his limit three times over.

A brush of Theo’s fangs against his skin made Arthur thread his fingers through Theo’s locks, shivering with the teasing waves of pleasure it brought. Slowly, the chair they sat on began to creak as Arthur rolled his hips, grinding their clothed erections together with an open moan. It only took a few more desperate pushes to coax Theo into changing positions.

Arthur nearly yelped as Theo abruptly stood up, carrying him over towards his bed with much more ease than expected- only to drop Arthur onto the mattress.

“Bloody hell, Theo, I’m not a toy-” but his flash of annoyance disappeared as Theo straddled him, working his shirt off. Unable to look away, Arthur’s eyes raked over Theo’s chest, a hum of appreciation unabashedly slipping out, “... maybe we should have done this sooner.”

Theo scoffed, beginning to roughly unbutton Arthur’s shirt, looking pleased when Arthur arched into his touch. Excited, Arthur smirked as he slid his hands between them, deftly unbuckling Theo’s belt.

It was rushed, and Arthur liked it that way. Dragging out teasing touches just opened up the chance for his unwanted thoughts to consume him and take him out of the mood. Arthur wanted to speed this up, drive Theo mad enough to shove his face into the mattress and give him the mindless pleasure he craved. So he tugged Theo’s zipper down and cupped his length, a breathless laugh escaping him when Theo briefly thrusted against his palm with a low grunt.

Arthur took Theo’s open pleasure in stride, grinning as he slipped his hand into Theo’s boxers, grasping his cock and giving a few loose strokes. Already, precum was leaking from Theo’s slit, and Arthur couldn’t help the soft groan he let out when he felt it wet his palm, “all because of me, hm?”

“Something like that.”

The unintentional pout he gave made Theo bark out a laugh, which caused his lips to twist into a frown. ‘Something like that’. He’ll make it because of him, regardless of Theo’s pride.

Running his thumb over Theo’s slit, he dragged the precum gathered there in a slow, teasing circle along his glans, loving how Theo’s eyes fluttered shut with a moan, “mm, are you sure?”

Theo’s eyes snapped open in annoyance, and suddenly Arthur’s belt was roughly being undone and tossed aside so Theo could yank his pants down enough to take his cock into his hand, mimicking Arthur’s earlier motions. Giddily, Arthur thrust into Theo’s grip, letting out a content, low sigh, “finally.”

He had to wonder what he looked like to Theo, a man he was unsure of would even find pleasure in any of this before now. A flushed, sultry mess like the minxes Arthur happily devoured, tempting Theo to explore new sinful approaches to their relationship?

Arthur almost scoffed at himself, but he still played his part; tugging Theo down by his arm, demanding another flurry of biting kisses as their cocks brushed against each other. He took delight in the strained moan Theo choked on when Arthur reached between them, grasping their throbbing cocks in his hand. There wasn’t any need for words. Theo quickly began to slip his tongue back into Arthur’s mouth, thrusting in time with Arthur’s strokes, swallowing their muffled moans.

But then Theo’s fingers pried Arthur’s grip open, threading their hands together and instead forced Arthur to stroke them like that- as if they were holding hands. It shouldn’t have tripped Arthur up, not when the move made it easier for them to chase after their release, but he found his thoughts slipping back towards a different type of neediness.

It took a lot to break apart from Theo, who quickly busied himself nipping at Arthur’s neck while he caught his breath long enough to speak, “H-hey, surely you don’t want it to- ahn, end like this?”

“Mm, think you can handle otherwise?”

Arthur just chuckled, running a hand through his sweaty bangs, “don't make me beg, Theo, I'm not sure either of us could take it.”

The cocky tone earned him a harsh nip to his pulse, making Arthur let out a choked noise when Theo paired it with a squeeze to the tip of their cocks. Theo finally let go after a moment and carefully got off of him, reaching into his nightstand to pull out a jar of lube.

"I can't believe you jerk off more than sleep around, ' Arthur mused and removed his undergarments as Theo rolled his eyes, '...what does the stubborn Theodorus Van Gogh get off to, hm?"

His question seemingly went ignored as Theo came back to him, fingers slick with lube. Gently he rested his knees on the bed, nudging Arthur to spread his legs before he spread lube around his hole.

Arthur hated this. He hated the careful way Theo pushed a finger inside of him, watching as Arthur held his breath. It’s not as if it hurt- god only knows how often Arthur’s been more adventurous- but the process takes time. And asking patience from a man who was struggling as much as he was torture.

“Better tell me if it hurts, klootzak.”

He nodded, knowing Theo would stop otherwise. After a few careful pumps, Theo pressed another finger inside, drawing a content sigh of his name from Arthur. By the time the third one was in, Arthur slowly began to stroke himself, shooting a smile Theo’s way when he watched intently, “enjoying the show?”

“Wondering how you manage to keep from being a quick shot.”

"Believe it or not, I do have some self control."

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” he scoffed.

The way Theo smirked as the tip of his cock started to push into him made Arthur’s arousal flare, and… Well, it didn't feel bad, but Arthur winced as Theo inched deeper, his length thicker than Arthur had initially believed.

With that slip in confidence, Theo stopped abruptly, making Arthur grumble impatiently.

"Come now, you're not going to tease me this badly, are you?"

"You're already wincing-"

"Well, I didn't realize your thick-headedness extended that far down, Theo."

Regardless, Theo carefully pulled out of Arthur, evidently ready to settle on a different method of getting off.

“If you’re that worried then,” Arthur sat up, stealing another kiss before muttering against Theo’s mouth, “lay down.”

The look Theo gave was skeptical, but he backed off. Laying down he eyed Arthur, his caution ebbing away as Arthur threw a leg over his waist, straddling him with a grin. He kept one hand on Theo's chest as he reached behind him, giving Theo’s thick length a few good strokes before steering the tip of his cock to his entrance. The anticipation that had built up in Arthur’s abdomen dissolved into a fiery heat once he gingerly lowered himself onto Theo’s cock, his quiet gasps making Theo grab onto his thighs in a flash of worry.

“Hey, don’t push yourse-,” but Arthur’s hips sank down in one fluid movement before Theo could finish, taking Theo’s cock in as deep as he could manage.

“F-fuck, Theo, I-” a shudder overcame Arthur as his own cock throbbed with need.

“Yeah? Thought you said you could take it?”

He shot Theo a bleary-eyed glare, one that barely lingered, his expression morphing into one of pleasure as he tested a roll of his hips, loving the way Theo’s length pushed back into him impatiently.

Arthur spread his hands out on Theo's chest, doing his best to ignore how fast Theo's heart was beating as he used the leverage to start an unsteady pace.

It was difficult to quip about Theo's flushed features, not when his head was already spinning from finally getting Theo tangled up with him like this. Each bounce on Theo's cock slowly made Arthur's composure slip, his speed faltering when he managed to plunge Theo's cock in deeper on some thrusts more than others.

Admittedly, it drove Arthur nearly mad; getting Theo just where he wanted him, only for Arthur to clumsily take his cock like this. Whereas Theo… Arthur hesitated, shivering from the excitement buzzing throughout him, Theo still wore a confident smirk with his skin just as flushed as Arthur’s.

"I thought you've done this before?"

"I have- y-you're just so bloody thick-" Theo's rough hands grabbed ahold of his hips, interrupting Arthur as Theo pulled him down just as he thrusted upwards, drawing out a strangled cry from the writer, "Theo!"

“Does it hurt?”

“No-”

“Then,” Theo tightened his grip, keeping up the pace and covering the speed Arthur was lacking, “stop complaining.”

And maybe Arthur really had too much to drink; he couldn’t focus on anything but chasing the pleasure of this secretly harbored fantasy coming to life. He was unable to care about the noises spilling out as Theo roughly guided Arthur’s hips to meet each thrust he gave.

The throbbing arousal coursing through him reached a dangerous peak not too long after, and Arthur’s nails dug into Theo’s chest as he attempted to regain some clarity and control himself better. But Theo slowed and stopped moving, causing Arthur to pant out a curse.

"Y-You're such a devil-!"

"Mm, doesn't seem to stop you from mewling."

Arthur’s head spun as Theo pulled out, drawing an embarrassing whine out until he was pushed onto his back. Theo's palms slid along the underside of Arthur's thighs, ass, until he grabbed his sides, pushing in deep with a lazy roll of his hips.

"Uhn- ah! Theo-" Arthur’s voice was already strained, but another groan bubbled up when Theo picked up the pace. It was obvious Theo was getting close, his jaw clenched tight as his thrusts delved deeper, harsh enough to make the bed creak in tandem.

Fumbling, Arthur tugged on Theo’s locks to crash their lips together again. Nails dug into his hips for a moment, and then Theo broke them apart, eyes narrowed at Arthur’s chuckle.

Finding a hand at his throat, Arthur lightly gasped as Theo’s barely-there grip focused on the sides of his throat. It was enough to give Arthur a chance to rasp out any type of rejection to the idea, but instead the writer dug his heels into Theo’s ass, urging him to keep going.

At first, Theo kept his hold as it was, but as he began to get closer to his release, he tightened it just enough for Arthur’s knees to press against his waist, Arthur’s eyes going hazy at the new pleasure.

And then he let go, permitting Arthur to take in a deep breath, “fuck…”

“Tell me if I need to stop,” Theo warned, but Arthur just chuckled.

“Don’t stop until you cum. You’re, ahn, just as close as I am, h-huh?” Arthur gave him a smug look despite the flush on his cheeks, despite the way his bangs were ruffled and damp with sweat; Theo gripped him tight as he leaned over, nipping and sucking a mark onto his neck, right where his collar couldn’t reach. Arthur’s cock throbbed at the sensation, feeling as though he was being claimed.

“Then- Tell me where you want it.”

"I-inside! Oh hell, Theo, I want to feel it-"

Arthur's back arched as Theo's grip tightened again, feeling Arthur clench around his cock.

"Feel what?"

Release, Arthur sucking in air as he spoke all at once.

"Want to feel your cock throb- a-as you cum, mmph. Make me feel- ghk-!"

Another tightened grip, and Arthur's eyes welled as Theo slammed into him, heavily panting as Arthur shook with each thrust. The lack of air nearly became unbearable, but just before it was too much, Theo let go. Instead he pushed on Arthur’s thighs, nearly folding him in half as he thrusted once, twice, and then spilled inside with a rasp.

The faint smell of ethanol lingered between them, mixed into the way Arthur desperately tugged Theo close, smashing their lips together in clumsy kisses. He threaded his fingers through Theo's hair, keeping him in place for just a moment, to meet his gaze when they broke apart.

"Theo."

His name is muttered as a lovelorn sigh, Arthur's eyes searching his for something, but Theo dipped his head against Arthur's neck, avoiding the unspoken confession as his fangs broke skin.

“Ah-Ah! Oh gods-” Arthur’s nails dig deep into Theo’s back and scalp, his noises turning into choked rasps as Theo reached between them, jerking Arthur off to the timing of his slowing thrusts.

Arthur lasted just long enough for Theo to pull his fangs out, to let out a string of curses as he tensed and spilled over Theo’s hand, and then Theo pulled out with shuddering breaths, forehead planted against Arthur’s shoulder.

~

It took what felt like ages for the two of them to catch their breath. As soon as the afterglow fades and a slow ache replaces it, Arthur found his thoughts immediately settling onto his current issue: Theo. Who was refusing to look at him, head still pressed against his shoulder.

Embarrassment started to creep in the longer they refused to speak.

What did you do, Arthur?

"Well, that was a nice bit of fun," he swallowed thickly, hoping Theo can't feel the hammering in his chest, "perhaps we should do this again sometime…"

Theo groaned, frustration clear, "is sex the only thing that's ever on your mind?"

"You weren't complaining before-"

But Theo finally got up, sitting back on his knees, "can you get up?"

"What, kicking me out so soon? No wonder you can only get with your hand."

"Bath, Arthur. Trying to see if you can make it to the le therme."

Oh…

~

Shame struck Arthur once they both sink into the water, the heat drawing attention to all the parts of him that ache. He was lucky his job wasn't anything like Theo's, and that he could get away with sitting on his ass all day.

Getting here wasn't as easy as he thought. All his bravado fizzled away when it became apparent just how hard they had gone at it, and Arthur's stumble when getting up prompted Theo to…

Well, he's just thankful no one saw how pathetic he looked getting here.

Arthur sank a little deeper into the water as the silence between them stretched out, glad the heat was helping his lower back. But the longer they were quiet, the more Arthur’s thoughts rushed; had anyone else heard them? What was Theo thinking right now?

Had Arthur just ruined whatever was built up between them, or were those feelings completely one-sided?

An annoyed tsk caused him to glance at Theo, who was rubbing his neck.

“Did you have to leave a mark so high up? How am I going to explain this…”

Ah… now that he was looking at Theo in the light, he noticed his desperation all over him. Lovebites along his neck and collar, Theo’s hair still mussed and scratches along his shoulder… At the thought of others catching a glimpse, Arthur felt his jealousy simmer.

“I think it looks good,” looked like he’s taken, at least.

"I feel sorry for all those women you sleep with if they wake up like this. Tch, I look like a fool."

Arthur wasn't sure what to feel. Proud? Sated? There was a sliver of joy humming inside of him; he finally got a taste of what he'd been craving for so long. But guilt and fear were quickly taking ahold of him, unable to keep himself from wondering just how bad he screwed things up.

"What does this mean now?" The question slipped out as soon as he thought it, and Arthur felt his ears burn as Theo shrugged.

"You said you wanted a distraction, and you got it."

Ouch. But he did deserve that, he supposed.

"So… We just go along like this never happened?" Theo gave him a noncommittal grunt, and Arthur kept on, "Theo, just humor me, will you?"

There was a sigh, Theo rubbing the back of his neck, "I don't know what answer you want, Arthur. For fucks sake, neither of us were thinking."

"Doesn't this have higher stakes for you? What about that pretty bird you keep taking strolls along the Seine with?"

Theo froze, giving Arthur an incredulous look, "you mean Mr. Garnier’s wife?"

Arthur went quiet, feeling heat in his cheeks as he processed Theo's words, and the accompanying embarrassment. Weakly, he stammered, "i-is that the only woman you've… you've been seeing?"

And Theo, the bastard, burst in laughter as a response. Not quietly either; loud enough to make Arthur's ears ring as the foolishness of this situation sunk in.

"Theo, for gods sake-"

"Is that what this was all about? Is that why you were in such a mood earlier?"

Arthur covered his face, his pride washing away, "my god man, do shut up."

His laughter continued until it faded off into a chuckle. Seeing Arthur still unable to look his way, Theo finally relaxed, wrapping an arm around Arthur’s shoulders and tugging him close.

“Come ‘ere.” Arthur still doesn’t speak, but Theo slowly continues, choosing his words carefully, “is this really why you’ve been moody lately?”

“At this point, does it really matter if I give an answer?”

Reviewing tonight’s events should have been enough of an answer, but with the reluctant confirmation, Theo just gives Arthur a half-hearted squeeze. It made Arthur finally relax his shoulders, no longer hiding his face.

“I’m… Not good with these things, Arthur,” No, he wasn’t. It was another reason Arthur had been so surprised to see him happily with another woman. But now, knowing all of that jealousy was pointless, to an extent, well… Arthur kept quiet as Theo continued, “even before arriving here, when I didn’t have so much weighing me down, I wasn’t good at this. But…”

Theo trailed off before taking another deep breath, “if this is genuine... then I’m willing to give it a try. With you.”

Surprised, Arthur looked over to meet Theo’s gaze- only to see the man was turned away, the tips of his ears reddened.

“‘I’m not good at these things’, he says…”

Theo turned to shoot him a glare, only frowning when he realized it let Arthur see just how badly he was blushing.

“I’m trying.”

Chuckling, Arthur felt his anxieties start to ebb away, “you really want to do this? With a mess like me? If this thing goes south, well…”

“I’d be handling this ‘mess’ in one way or another, regardless.”

“Very romantic, Theo. Thanks.”

The quip eases them both with the laugh it brings, and this time the quiet that stretched out was comfortable.

“We’ll need to talk about this more, in the morning, but for now,” Theo slipped his arm around Arthur’s waist, relaxing, “don’t work yourself up. We’re fine.”

“That obvious, huh?”

“You’re not the only one good at reading others, you know.”

Arthur merely hummed in response, letting that comfortable silence come back.

It felt odd, to say the least, to even consider getting into a serious relationship. Years of waving off most chances at happiness caused an almost knee-jerk reaction to do the same here; to chase Theo off with showcasing the worst of him. But Theo had already seen all of that.

There was still the chance of this not working out, or working out in the way they planned, but Arthur finally let himself rest against Theo, choosing to ignore those obnoxious worries at least for tonight.

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I've discovered a friend can innocently send me a song saying it makes them think of a shared favored ship, only for me to dumbly open a word doc to scramble in a fic inspired by it.

I've wanted to write a longer Theocona fic for a while now, I didn't think it'd be like this, especially given how it's. Rusty. But if you read through it all: Thank you!

While I love these fools, I'm not too sure when the next time I'll write another fic for them. Theo's really hard to write, and I have so many older wips I need to finish... Maybe sooner than later I'll have another, but an established relationship themed one...

Thank you again for reading!

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[natimiles]

Arthur?

Theocona and we're in the middle?

IS THAT IT?

HAISUHEASUIEHASIUHE

Just finished the Theo route.

Here are my main takeaways:

I did not resist, Yaaaaaay 🐾🐶

Also his hat is dum

[qshara]

Okay. But hear me out

Theo had a crush on Arthur when he arrived at the mansion. But he totally suppressed his feelings. Then MC arrives and after spending some time together, he falls in love with her. However, she is in love with Arthur.

Arthur is also in love with MC. But they are both idiots unable to tell each other what they feel.

MC spends a lot of time with Theo, telling him that she thinks Arthur would never fall in love with her. Arthur tells him exactly the same thing, but vice versa. Theo is in the middle. Being only the "friend" of the two loves in his life...

The bad ending would be that Theo helps the lovebirds start a relationship, silently suffering from his repressed feelings, but being happy for them

And the happy ending...?

[crimson-snowfall]

Arthur: I love you.

Theo: I love you too.

Arthur: Even more than pancakes?

Theo: You need to slow the fuck down.

[clavis-baby]

Ciybrid must know what they are doing

Ah I love this couple 😍