shookspearewrites:Hello anon my friend, hope you’re having a wonderful day/night & als

shookspearewrites:

Hello anon my friend, hope you’re having a wonderful day/night & also taking good care of yourself ^^ thank you for sending in this lovely request~

- JJ x

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Vincent van Gogh:

“Oh, MC,” Vincent smiled at his lover softly, a curious glint in his china blue eyes as his thumb gently brushed at a fleck of bright orange paint on their soft cheek, “Have you been painting?”

“N-no,” they stammered in reply, avoiding their boyfriend’s angelic gaze, too anxious to tell him the truth in case he thought their art was unimpressive, “I was just, uh, cleaning Leonardo’s room.” MC chuckled nervously, “I guess some of his paint ended up on me.” They shrugged, internally relived when Vincent just smiled again and wiped away the pigment from their cheek with his  handkerchief,

“You’re so cute, liefje.” The artist leant down to kiss his darling’s cheek where the paint had been, his brow quirking when he felt the heat of their blush, “Are you sick, MC? You’re awfully warm.” MC shook their head a little but, it did nothing to quell Vincent’s worrisome heart, “Go and rest up, oke? And I’ll bring you some tea and a snack.” Before they could protest, the vampire was already rushing himself down the hall towards the kitchen.

The moment that their boyfriend was out of sight, MC ran back to their bedroom and began frantically trying to hide all of their art related things; Countless sketchbooks, their case full of fine paints and the beautiful canvas that they’d just finished, the paint on which was still wet. MC had managed to put away all of their supplies except for the canvas in their arms, their eyes flitting around the room desperately in search for a place to hide it when Vincent entered the room without so much as a knock at the door, “MC? I brought you some -” he paused, his bright blue eyes widened in shock at the sight of MC clasping onto their painting, frozen in the middle of the room, “Wat is dat?” Vincent placed the small tray he carried down and slowly walked over to MC, intrigued by the painting.

“Oh its, n-nothing special-”

“Nee, it’s amazing!” The vampire smiled softly at the composition of the painting: A bright, pretty colour palette of pinks, oranges and yellows pictured an unusual bedroom with brushstrokes which much resembled his own. Vincent reached out his index finger to carefully trace the lines of a rectangular object of some kind that hung on the room’s wall, intrigue and wonder plastered across his handsome features, “You’ve got a great eye for colour, MC. And look at these cute little brushstrokes! Oh, you painted a little cat here, too!” Vincent fawned over the painting like he were a little boy captivated with art for the very first time again, making MC blush a deep shade of pink from the apples of their cheeks all the way up to the tips of their ears, “You did this all by yourself, schatje?” 

They nodded a shyly, placing the piece upon the easel to gaze at it too, smiling softly at the image of the bedroom they kept back in their original time, “Yeah. It’s not a masterpiece like you make but, I guess it is kinda nice.”

“Are you kidding me? It’s incredible, liefje!” Vincent beamed at MC before wrapping his arms around their middle from behind, resting his chin atop their head, “Tell me everything about it.”

“You’re sure?”

The Dutchman grinned, moving his chin to rest on his love’s shoulder so they could both admire the artwork at the same level, “Of course I’m sure, MC. You have real talent, I want to hear what inspires my beautiful muse.”