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violettduchess · 1 year

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Night in the Mansion- Vamp Headcanons🌙

A/N: This is not a request. Just an idea I had in the middle of the night 🌝 Sometimes you have to write for yourself.

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The Grandfather clock at the end of the halls chimes three times, its heavy bronze pendulum gleaming in the moonlight that streams in from the tall, arched windows. Deep within the warmth of your blanket, you stir, heavy eyelids lifting with effort as you wake…

Leonardo:

….with his strong arms around you, his long body curled around yours from behind. One leg also lazily thrown over yours, but you don’t mind the weight. It feels good. You feel warm and safe and protected. He smells faintly of cigarillo smoke and paper and he's snoring. Not loudly, just a lightly voiced breathing sound that brings a small smile to your lips. Who ever would have thought you’d find that endearing? Love makes the smallest things special. You snuggle down within the cradle of his arms and close your eyes again, allowing sleep to reclaim you.

Mozart:

…and blink as you allow your eyes to adjust to the dim, silvery lighting of Mozart’s bedroom. He is not in bed. Rubbing your eyes, you slide out from under the warm covers and into the pale lavender velvet dressing gown he gave you for your birthday. Matching slippers protect your feet from the night’s chill as you light your chamberstick and make your way out of the bedroom, through the rich, shadowy halls until you reach the music room. He is there, at the piano, pencil in hand as he leans across the keys, scratching notes onto paper at a speed which boggles the mind. It is only when you say his name that the pencil stops and his violet gaze turns to you. It takes a moment before the fog of creation lifts and he recognizes you there. Now the yawn he has been stifling escapes. You walk over, sitting down onto the piano bench next to him, your hand coming to rest against the small of his back. Just a few more minutes he promises. You nod and he graces you with that soft smile that is only yours. A gentle kiss to your temple, a caress of your cheek and then he belongs to the music once again.

Theo:

…to feel a heavy arm thrown across your bare back, a leg draped over yours, casually possessive. You smile to yourself as you shift, memories of how the night began dancing provocatively through your mind. As you move, he stirs as well, rolling onto his side. His beautiful summer eyes never open, but his arms reach for you, pulling you against him, skin on skin. He mumbles something, asking in a voice rough with sleep if you’re ok. Your arms are tucked against his bare chest, your head using his arm as a pillow. If he would open his eyes, he’d see the sleepy, soft light of affection and love in your gaze. You tilt your head up and press a kiss to his chin, whispering that you’re fine and to go back to sleep. He huffs out a grunt in answer, but pulls you even closer with his one free arm.

Napoleon:

…and yawn, still half in dreamland. Napoleon’s room is blanketed in shadow and his luxurious covers are heavy and warm. You move your leg, finding a cool spot under the blanket and adjust your pillow. You reach out with your hand in the dark, sliding it across the sheets until you find his. His hand is upturned, lax with sleep. You slide your hand into his and reflexively, he responds, lacing his fingers through yours. If you don’t fall asleep in his arms, you fall asleep holding hands. Always. Connected once again to the man you love, you drift off back to sleep.

Comte:

….your head pillowed on Comte’s shoulder, your arm resting across his lean abdomen. You fit against him, smooth and precise as the stones in Ashlar masonry. You lift your arm, rubbing your eyes as you slowly come out of dreaming. He breathes in deeply and then his eyes, burnished gold in the pale light, open. He glances down at you and you feel a stab of guilt at waking him. As if reading your mind, he smooths back your hair and asks if you’re alright. His voice is the gentle breeze that stirs the sleeping leaves, soft and reassuring. You nod, lifting your upper body away from him for a moment, stealing a kiss in the middle of the night. No one has ever welcomed a thief more than Le Comte. He smiles as you settle back down against him, adjusting you until you are both comfortable. You fall back asleep to the rhythm of his hand stroking your hair.

Arthur:

…to find Arthur, eyes open, staring at the ceiling. Sleepily you push yourself up, shaking the last wisps of sleep out of your mind. In the pale moonlight, he looks almost like a statue, his pale skin white as marble, the lines of muscles and sinew echoing Michelangelo's David. You ask him why he’s awake, if everything is ok. He quickly reassures you that he is fine. And then, looking almost sheepish, goes on to explain that he woke an hour or so ago with an idea for a story. He’s been composing it in his mind ever since. Affection and admiration bloom in equal measure within the chambers of your heart. The mind of a writer when inspiration strikes is always a wonder to you. Leaning over, you place a kiss on his cheek, the other hand cupping the side of his face. Would he like to get up, make some notes? He catches your hand, turns to place a sweet kiss in your palm. And then a lingering kiss to your wrist. And then heated kisses down your forearm. And then you’re being pressed back down into the pillows, kisses suddenly raining down so quickly you can’t keep track. What about the story, you ask as the storm of kisses and caresses pours over you. That luv, can wait until morning.

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aquagirl1978 · 6 months

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All Night Long - Theodorus van Gogh x Reader (Ikemen Vampire)

A/N: Part of Visions of Temptation 2023 hosted by @xxsycamore

Pairing: Theodorus van Gogh x Reader

Prompt: Day 20 - Oral Sex

Word Count: 861

Tags: NSFW; Minors - DNI; oral sex (reader receiving); piv; doggystyle; praise kink; hair pulling; begging; rough sex; breeding kink; overstimulation; creampie; mention of pregnancy; female-bodied reader (no pronouns used, called "good girl", pregnancy mentioned)

“Ah….Theo….”

Your fingers gripped the bedsheets as Theo gazed at you with a mischievous smile.

“You like that, hondje?” he asked, his hand hidden under your skirt, his fingers pumping deep inside you. He watched as you writhed under his ministrations, enjoying your struggle. “I could make you feel even better,” he added as he withdrew his fingers.

You wanted to grab him. Claw at him. And beg him not to stop.

But you didn’t. Because you knew he was right. He would make you feel so much better.

So you laid there, like a good girl, and waited for him.

“That’s my good hondje,” he whispered as he lifted your skirt, your thighs parting and falling to either side.

He placed his hands on the insides of your thighs, his thumb slowly stroking your sensitive skin as he spread your legs further, your core fully exposed to him.

His blue eyes twinkled like the stars up in the sky as he smirked at you, the last you saw of his face before he dipped his head down to your core.

You screamed out his name as he ran the tip of his tongue up along your entrance. His tongue teased your clit, circling your sensitive nerves before covering it with his warm mouth, sucking gently.

Wrapping a hand in his hair, you pulled him closer, not wanting him to move until you reached your peak, not wanting this pleasure to end.

He slipped a finger inside your core, curling, coaxing your climax that he knew was so near.

Removing his mouth from your clit, he blew gently on your skin, your body shivering before he tormented you with his tongue again.

Stars danced behind your lids as every nerve in your body felt electrified. Your toes curled and your back arched as you cried out his name in pleasure.

Pressing soft kisses on your thighs, Theo gave you a small moment to recover. Sitting up on his heels, he tugged on your skirt, sliding it off your weak as jelly legs. After discarding it to the side, he began to unbuckle his belt.

"This isn't over," he whispered, his voice deep and husky as he rolled you over onto your stomach.

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“How many times?” Theo grunted, his cock still hard, buried deep inside your core.

“Two…no three,” you moaned deliriously, drunk on his cock.

“That's not enough.” He continued to thrust deeper inside you, gripping your hips harder as he slammed his hips against yours.

“Gentle or rough?” he asked while withdrawing his cock just enough so that only the tip remained inside you.

Reduced to moaning, you couldn't answer. You simply were unable to. All you knew was that you wanted his cock back inside you.

“Gentle, then?” He pushed his cock inside you slowly. Painfully slow.

“No…ahh…!!!” you cried out when he pulled out and slammed back inside.

He leaned over your chest, his lips near your ear. “I like it rough, too,” he whispered, his hot breath licking your skin.

He pulled out and rolled your body over, his hand pushing your head down against the soft pillow underneath.

“Still so tight,” he said as he pushed his cock inside you. Your back arched, you cried out as he impaled you with his cock in one swift stroke.

He dug his fingers into your hips, his thrusts hard and rough. “I love watching your pussy swallow my cock.” His dirty words were enough to send you spiraling as your body trembled against his, your fourth orgasm ripping through you like wildfire through a forest.

“Good girl,” he praised, running his palm down your spine. “I love when you cum on my cock…”

“But we're not done yet.”

Breathless and boneless, Theo easily flipped you on your back. Guiding your ankles over his shoulders, you smiled weakly knowing what was coming.

"Time to be bred. "

He fucked you harder, his hips slamming against you at a furious pace. “I can't wait to see your pretty face when I fill you with my seed,” he grunted, his cock kissing your womb.

“You like that, don't you. Being bred,” he added while tugging on your hair, his breath ragged. “Even after I breed you, I'll still fill you up every night.”

“Be a good girl now, and take it all. Take everything. Don't waste even a drop.” His entire body trembled as he spilled inside you, his hot seed filling your womb. You came undone, once again, while squeezing him of every last drop.

When he pulled out, he raised your hips to minimize the dripping from between your thighs. He grabbed something from the nightstand, and inserted a plug between your legs, allowing your body to rest comfortably without wasting any of his seed.

He gathered you in his arms, your eyes lidded, your breathing slowly returning to normal. He placed a chaste kiss on the top of your head, his whispered words soft and gentle.

“I meant what I said earlier, I'll breed you every day. Even after you are with my child, your belly large and swollen, I will continue to breed you, each and every night.”

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ragfam · 1 year

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After pic soon xx

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lichtluv · 6 months

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𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭…

𝐢'𝐦 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐬𝐨 𝐢'𝐦 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭.

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shatcey · 6 months

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It was quite funny to watch how Theo is afraid of cats and Faust can't see anything without glasses… It would be nice to see more of this so much alike duo… Oh well…

In his ending, Faust was even a little jealous… or (most likely) very much so…

This is actually the first time I've enjoyed an event with Faust. My precious ingeniously smart little devil)

Event Impossible choises = Faust / Theodorus

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writingwhimsey · 7 days

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Hiya dear!

I saw your Smut is In the Air! event and I physically could not restrain myself for this.

“I want to count every one of your freckles with my lips.” with Theo and a moderate spice level! Like, a 3/5 on the spice?

I might actually (not) die on the spot from happiness from this so.

🥰

Thank you so much for the request! I am happy to hear you were excited by this event and I do hope you enjoy it. Turned out a bit fluffy as well as spicy.

Smut Is In The Air Event

Suitor: ikevamp Theodorus

Prompt: "I want to count every one of your freckles with my lips."

NSFW 18+ content below (not super explicit but very spicy)

Work of Art

I sat at the vanity in my room, getting ready for the art exhibition I would be attending with Theo. I sighed as I picked up the various makeup items Comte had purchased for me. I had asked him if he could find me something that was guaranteed to cover up anything. Of course, when I had asked him this I had had a giant hickey on the side of my neck, courtesy of my lover, Theo.

Naturally, Comte assumed that the hickey was why I wanted some kind of concealer..which with how frequently he gave them to me, it wasn’t a bad assumption really. But that wasn’t the only thing. There was the occasional pimple that popped up, but what I really wanted to hide were my freckles.

I had a small smattering of them on my face from being in the sun. Many more along my shoulders and others scattered various other places of my body. Though I knew it was somewhat silly…I couldn’t help but to be a bit self conscious about them. Depending on the beauty trends of the time and region…well they could actually be considered fashionable… or other places and times they were considered a blemish, an imperfection.

I sighed as I slathered on the makeup, careful not to get any on my dress. Thankfully I wasn’t going to be exposing my shoulders so there was no need to worry about those freckles. Just the ones on my face and the few that dotted my chest.

Once I had finished, I inspected my reflection, making sure that I had them all covered. I wanted to look my best at the exhibition tonight. I was going to be by Theo’s side after all and I wanted everyone that supported him to see he had a good partner. That meant presenting myself in the best possible way.

Once I had finished getting ready, I headed down the stairs to meet Theo. “You took a long time, Hondje.” Theo said as I descended the stairs.

I smiled at him. “It just took me a second longer to figure out my new makeup.” I answered.

Theo took my hand. “We better not be late. This is a big night for Broer and the other artists.”

“I know.” I replied.

We exited the mansion and headed out to the carriage. Once we were sitting down inside, Theo looked over at me, his blue eyes taking in my appearance. “Something seems different…” He said.

I shrugged. Though I knew. “Just a higher quality makeup…”

Theo moved in closer, his expert artistic gaze appraising me up close. “Your makeup is too thick, Hondje.”

“It’s not that much.” I replied.

Theo was then reaching into his pocket and pulling out a handkerchief. “I can’t see your cute little freckles.” He said, lifting the handkerchief to my face.

I grabbed his hand to stop him. “That’s the point…and they’re not cute…”

Theo’s eyes went wide. “Hondje…why would you…why do you think that?”

I shrugged. “I just…I’ve never thought…and well, growing up the other kids made fun of me…”

Theo for all his teasing nature, listened to me with the utmost sincerity. “Hondje… not everyone has the artistic eye to appreciate true art.”

I blinked at him, surprised by his words. He could be a terrible tease…but when he was kind he was unbearably so. “Art?”

“Yes.” Theodorus replied. “Now, I need to wipe off this makeup off.”

“Why though?” I asked.

“I want to count every one of your freckles with my lips.” Theo answered. “I can’t do that if they are hidden beneath all of this makeup.”

I didn’t stop Theo’s hand as he brought the handkerchief to wipe the makeup from my face. His movements were so gentle as he did so. As soon as he cleaned off a section, he was leaning in to place kisses on the freckles he exposed. Starting with my cheeks and my nose…the ones across my forehead.

“Better already.” Theo murmured as he continued to pepper kisses over my face. His lis were soon trailing down to the side of my neck. “Can’t forget this one.”

I felt my heart pick up its pace as his breath tickled my skin.

I felt Theo’s fingertip trail to the neckline of my dress, sliding my sleeve wider and began to kiss along my shoulder. “Mustn’t forget these either. They are some of my favorites.”

I let out a gasp at the touch of his lips to my tender flesh. “Hmm….Theo…” I half moaned, half whined.

“Mmm…and I must get these too.” He said, kissing along my collarbone and moving to the other side to kiss the freckles on my other shoulder.

“Mmm…Theo…you’re not playing fair…”

“I never claimed to.” Theo replied. He was then taking my hand and lifting my arm, removing my gloves before kissing the freckles that dotted my arms in places. “I love every single one of these freckles.”

“I just…don’t understand why…” I found myself saying.

“Because they are part of you.” Theo answered. “And I love every part of you.”

I melted right on the spot, completely becoming putty in his capable hands as he held me close, his lips still touching my my freckles. “Theo…”

“I plan to make you love them as much as I do.” Theo said, moving so that he was kneeling down on the floor of the carriage in front of me. He reached for my leg, lifting my skirts and then pulling down my thigh high stockings, revealing my leg to him. “I can’t miss these either.” He leaned in, kissing a freckle that was on my ankle, finding another on my calf, two more on my knee, another on my thigh.

My legs began to tremble as electric thrills of pleasure began to flow through my body from every point Theo’s lips touched.

Theo was then going to my other leg, starting with a freckle that was on the top of my foot, another at my ankle, three on my calf, and four on my thigh. “Hmm, you’re starting to think naughty thoughts, Hondje.”

“H-how can I not?” I asked, looking down to where his head was currently between my thighs, kissing the freckles along the inner thigh. “I mean…look at where you are…” My face was beginning to flush.

Theo grinned at me. “I know that there is another freckle between your breasts that I adore.” He said. “And a few on your tummy.”

“Th-Theo…w-we will…be there soon.” I said.

Theo grinned. “There’s enough time to enjoy some things.” He said, before bringing his lips to my inner thigh once again and a moment later I felt him moving removing my panties before I felt his lips and tongue where I wanted them most.

I brought my hand to my mouth, biting my knuckles to keep my moans from getting too loud and alerting the carriage driver as to what we were doing. I just hoped I could be composed and put back together by the time we reached the exhibition.

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arthurs-puppygirl · 2 months

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ikemenscreenshotoftheday · 4 months

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10/01 Omg, the cuties

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yarnnerdally · 2 months

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Title: Blind Date Fandom: Ikemen Vampire Pairing: Theodorus van Gogh/Iris (OC) Tags: modern au, minor blood, alcohol mention, hurt/comfort, blind date, original female character, arthur being a little shit. WC: just under 2k

“Iris! Did you hear the brilliant news?” The bright, shit eating grin on Arthur’s face was plenty cause for concern. What was more concerning was the brief panic that washed over Theo’s face before he began glaring at the novelist.

“Brilliant news, you say? I haven’t, no,” she replied coolly, her hands not slowing as she diced the vegetables to go in their dinner that night. A balled up piece of paper connected with Arthur's head and he laughed.

“Arthur, don’t-”

“Our Theo is going on a date tonight! Isn’t it the sweetest?”

Theo. On… a date? Everything seemed to slow down for a moment; Iris' mind whirred with thoughts of the situation. She quickly snapped herself out of the spiraling thoughts that would no doubt leave her feeling utterly depressed and focused on schooling her face to keep a neutral expression. “Well, that’s quite the development! So, who is this mystery woman?” Theo’s own features soured at her words and he huffed, crossing his arms over his chest and sitting heavily on the sofa.

“That’s the crux of it, Iris! She is a mystery woman! You see, I learned what a blind date is and decided that was just the thing our Theo needed!" The ice that filled her veins nearly made her shiver. He agreed to this? She looked to Theo, working to control her breathing as her heart pounded hard in her ribcage. The world was shrinking, collapsing around her like a dying star and he couldn't even look at her? Her lungs hurt from the controlled effort. 'Stay neutral. Stop it. He's not yours . This is what you get for putting it off. You should have told him you should have told him you should have told him you should have-'

"I only agreed to get you off my back, klootzak." The words felt distant as Iris listened to them arguing lightly with one another. Theo was going on a date. He was finally interested in dating. She recalled a conversation around the time they first met. Vincent teased him, wishing his little brother would settle down with someone. Theo had rejected the idea with the clause that he would consider it when Vincent himself found someone. And, to the extent of her knowledge, Vincent hadn't started dating. So why…?

"Ah! Shit." Too caught up in her thoughts, she cursed lightly as her attention to her knife skills had all but disappeared. A small gash of blood bloomed on her finger and she dropped the knife in the sink, immediately putting her hand under running water. She didn't notice just how quickly Theo had raced to her side and helped her to bandage her finger as cleanly and quickly as possible. She did still live with vampires, after all. Theo seemed completely unaffected by her blood as he helped her which only solidified the notion that anything she thought was flirting before was that and only that. None of it had been serious. Theo was cool as a cucumber as he helped her and neither noticed when Arthur had slipped out of the kitchen. She felt a resigned sort of sadness wash over her but still looked at him with a smile. "Well. If all goes well with this mystery woman, she'll have someone very capable when it comes to emergencies," she said lightly, unable to keep the teasing lilt from her voice.

Iris felt Theo’s eyes studying her intently as she went back to cooking. ‘For one less now that Theo has a date,’ she reminded herself bitterly. The tension in the air was palpable and they both felt the suffocating weight of the past five minutes. Thankfully, best friend and brother Vincent entered the kitchen; the painter now there to the unknowing rescue. Theo pardoned himself with the excuse to walk Prince. "I should walk him before going… excuse me." His words were stilted and awkward and he left, leaving the other two behind. Vincent watched her intently and she knew that he could see every emotion running across her face. She sighed and put the knife down, looking at her best friend. She hated the look she saw. His smile was so sad and she did her best to not crumble. Iris composed herself quickly, determined to not give in to the waves of emotion she was feeling. It wasn't fair to anyone, including her, to feel sorry for herself. She refocused on cooking dinner for the night, attempting to double down on her concentration.

"Zusje." Iris pointedly ignored Vincent's call to her as she continued about the kitchen, making herself busy. He called to her again and frowned as she ignored him. He resorted to stopping her as she walked by, taking the bag of potatoes from her. "Iris. Stop and talk to me." She frowned and went to take the potatoes back, scowling lightly as Vincent kept them out of her reach handily.

"There's nothing to talk about. Now, if you'd be so kind as to give me those potatoes back." Vincent shook his head, his eyes melancholy for his friend.

"You should tell him when he gets back."

"Like hell I will."

"Why not? Better you than a mystery, no?"

"Because if he already thought of me that way, he wouldn't have agreed to go on the blind date in the first place." Iris' tone was sharp but her eyes betrayed that with the soft sadness that was behind them. "I'm not going to take advantage of the situation. If he agreed to go on a blind date, that's his choice and we need to be respectful of that." Vincent frowned lightly at her words.

"Do you not believe you deserve happiness, too? What if he's just as much a klootzak as Arthur and just didn't know-" Iris cut him off, getting a large pot out and filling it with water.

"He knows what he wants and he goes for it. He's not some shy school boy with a silly crush. Vincent, I'm not saying I've given up hope but I can't tell him not to go on that date just because I want him. It's so… selfish. What if he ends up being really into whoever she is?"

"Exactly. Iris, if he falls for her, what do you do?" The words hit her like a (figurative) sack of potatoes and she froze in place for a moment. Vincent came over and turned the tap off, sighing as he handed over the previously stolen bag of root vegetables. "Just… think it over, zusje. I love you both and I want to see you both happy." He put a hand on her head and gave her a small smile in hopes of encouraging her. She looked up to him and gave a small sigh.

"I'll… consider it."

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“Here, doll. It’s on the house.” Another half-water whiskey was placed in front of him by the waitress. Theo tried not to bristle at the thought that any of the staff was pitying him because his blind date had stood him up. He was going to absolutely throttle Arthur the next time he saw him. When he said Arthur had been pestering him, it was honestly an understatement. Every day. For two months. He gave the waitress the smallest smile in existence before she left. Sighing, he picked up the glass and sipped at its contents. He berated himself silently as he stared out the large front window, vowing to never listen to Arthur again when the current subject of his ire came into view. He was perilously close to crushing the glass in his hand when he saw Iris trailing just behind. A sense of dread washed over him and he quickly assessed just how quickly he could get out without being seen. That, however, was not going to be feasible.

“My dear, chin up! You’ve been moping since dinner and I am nothing if not determined to cheer you up!” Arthur stated proudly, earning a half-hearted glare from Iris as they walked into the cafe. The author picked a small table only one away from Theo’s and Theo knew the moment they walked in that his every move was calculated. The couple between their tables was leaving any moment now. He took another sip of his drink before sighing and pushing his hand through his hair as he contemplated murder.

“I have not been moping ,” Iris protested, pouting. Arthur chuckled a little and brought up the menu of drinks available, humming as he thought of what to order. “I’ve just… been a bit tired.” Arthur tilted the menu forward so he could look at her disbelievingly.

“I’ll believe that the day Vincent stops painting,” he scoffed. Iris huffed indignantly before lifting up her own menu. To any outsider it looked as if Iris and Arthur were on a date that was going poorly, but Theo was picking up the pieces. There was no date that had stood him up. His date had just picked up a menu. He swallowed thickly, his jaw tense as he kept his low profile. “Now, darling, pick out what you’d like. It’s on me tonight.”

The next five minutes were easily the most tense of Theo’s entire life. The waitress had taken Iris and Arthur’s drink orders. Arthur had excused himself to the restroom. He watched as the couple between them got ready to leave, leaving a clear line of sight between himself and Iris. He averted his eyes to his drink as he contemplated leaving still (not that there was a chance to do so now). Any moment now…

“Theo?” He looked up from his drink as Iris called for him and he acknowledged her briefly. It didn’t take her long to realize he had been ‘stood-up’ as far as she knew and, as he predicted, she got up from her table to go to his and sat across from him. “Your date didn’t show?” She asked, seeing the lack of any other beverages at the table except for his. “I’m so sorry.”

Theo shook his head and frowned. “Don’t be, hondje. This is the last time I ever let Arthur set me up on a date,” he vowed, pushing his hand through his hair again. He felt his tension waning as she looked at him with her kind-hearted worry. He smirked before nudging her foot with his gently under the table. “Seriously. He just didn’t tell me my date was running late.”

Iris opened her mouth to say something as the waitress came by with her wine. The waitress wore a knowing smile and told her that her ‘friend’ had taken care of payment before leaving. Theo let her process the information for a moment, his smile widening as a blush crept its way across her freckled cheeks. “I…” she trailed off, swallowing thickly as she realized she didn’t know what to say.

“I suppose he was tired of neither of us taking initiative,” Theo filled in aloud, smirking when she tried to hide her blush as she sipped from her glass. She bit gently at the inside of her lip as she met his gaze again. “And… as much as I was contemplating murder earlier, I think I owe him one.” Iris’ smile slowly began to grow at the further implication that he was happy for this turn of events and a small laugh escaped her lips. She gently nudged his foot back.

“I’m glad to be here, too.”

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