Headcanons that I had in my mind for quite a while now, considering that I just woke up to write those:
Vincent taking it upon himself to help Jean love his body.
Well, in his own soft way
Vincent, the epitome of an angel
And Jean, a confused boy that doesn’t have social skills and is scared of trying to interact with anyone at all
They’s balance eachother out so nicely too, I believe
Omg
Let’s preted that Jean has scars and burns all over his body from the time he got ressurected from. Now that he is a vampire, they healed pretty much and alot of them aren’t there anymore but his body is still littered in scarred skin, stretched and pink lines everywhere he looks.
Especially the side of his face.
He never adored the moment of morning where he needs to wash his face with cold water. It always urges him to look up into the mirror, and admit and remember that yes he went through all of that. He survived sitting in that damned flame, getting his skin melted off, as if he truly deserved it. Jean was never one to think lightly of himself, and even blames his own persona for things like war, for not winning it.
What a lowly person, he’d think as he gets changed for the day.
How ugly I am, he’s almost breathe out as he hides his eye from the world.
I deserve everything that has happened to me, he’d get out of his room with this thought in mind.
But Vincent was having none of that.
“Jeeeaaaann!"the moment Vincent would catch a detail of the beautiful man he’d be following after him.
Jean doesn’t undersrand why Vincent, an artist no less, would want anything to do with him. Especially not when he gets asked to model for him for the first time.
He is ugly. A person he himself hates to look at. A glance in the mirror is disgusting to him already, so what could an artist see beautiful in him? Uhhh bby no pls why do I hurt myself like this-
You cannot come to me, and tell.me that Vincent wouldn’t offer Jean to let him draw his portrait or SOMETHING.
With how often Jean is considered beautiful and pretty in the game, Vincent has to at least side glance at him when the two pass by eachother
"Can I draw your hand today? I need to exercise on my anatomy and you’re the best candidate I have right now.” Vincent would smile, a rainbow and millions of suns exploding from behind him and Jean has to squint as he looks. Every. Damn. Time. Whenever Vincent can catch Jean alone, anywhere in the mansion, he’d ask.
Que Theo crying in the background
Jean would be ready with a sort of retort, to escape the situation and run. Poor baby is scared out of his mind when Vincent suggests anything to do with his body. Even compliments on his clothes are too much for him sometimes, and it feels like a sinking feeling when Vincent compliments him on anything, at any time
It catches Jean off guard so many times too
“Wow, Jean, your hands are so beautiful. Can I sketch them?”
Jean is so shocked he petrifies himself to the place he was seated onto, while Vincent took his silence as a good answer and got out his sketchbook and started scribbling
To note, this was the first time Vincent asked him to pose for a drawing
It wasn’t even full on body posing, Jean just happened to sit on the same couch as Vincent, and his hand was on the arm support of the couch.
That’s it
“I…I don’t- I mean I have gloves on…”
“Oh, that’s not a problem. I meant it with the silky material on as well. The structure of your bones and skin makes the material shine so much more.”
Vincent you have no idea what you’re doing to this man you’re desTROYING HIM
Jean has gotten pretty used to it though. But not too much.
In the beginning of, whatever this was between the two of them, he still had to catch himself from running in the other direction when Vincent was in the same room with him.
The man scares him to death.
Vincent is a dangerous person.
With that smile, that personality, that encouragement, that simple acceptance of life.
Jean cannot cope sometimes.
“Wow, Jean, your hair is so beautiful. The colors are amazing! And the lenght of the strands are so balanced yet unbalanced at the same time-”
“Jean, you’re so lean but strong in your posture. I saw you practicing outside and I couldn’t help but compliment you.”
“Your eyes are so crystal like. They remind me of amethysts. No wait, the depths of the ocean. No no, not that either-”
“Actually, I wonder if I have the same color as your hair up in my room-”
“The proportions of your face are so perfect I’m actually jealous.”
Jean cannot handle all of this.
The fact that Vincent wasn’t sugarcoating anything was even worse for poor Jean’s heart
Well, at first he outright bolted away from Vincent.
Now, that he’s used to the antics of a painter,he can only let the confusion and embarrasment show with a curt nod and a lowering of his gaze to the floor
It is getting easier to accept the compliments after a long period of time, and as much as it both confuses and makes him happy, he gets used to it
And so, a very strange relationship has developed between the covermagazinemodel solider and the painter, one nobody expected there to be
Oh wow this has become increasingly long. If you wanna read more, it’s all under here
Hello there darling! I hope you wouldn’t mind if I drop in a request? :3 I would like to request Headcanons of Theo if you don’t mind~ ❤️ How would he react to an artist reader who made art of him and showed it to him, but starts crying because they thought he wouldn’t like it? I hope this ask isn’t too much, it’s just that I love him to pieces ❤️ Thank you! @sweettangy
Hi Hi Dear!❤❤❤ Eeeeeep thank you so much for the request! Hehehe also thanks for waiting sooo long!❤❤ ❤ So here ya go……..
You were an incredibly talented artist, and you honestly loved to draw, sketch and paint
(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
You were overjoyed when you first came to the mansion and was surrounded by so many great figures and artists ❣╰(⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)╯❣
One of them being Vincent! (♡ >ω< ♡)
You had loved his works since you were but a wee lil child.
So imagine your surprise when you also discovered that his younger brother, actually was just as passionate, if not more passionate about art then you were ◑.◑
It was something you and the young Dutchman spent hours and house chatting about and bonding over❤
ヾ(＾-＾)ノ
Different artists, art styles, techniques and of course, how much art had changed through the ages
What the younger van Gogh didn’t know was that you were actually an artist just like his older brother. ≡≡≡≡φ(＾∇＾*)
The way Theo lit up whenever he spoke about art was downright beautiful and inspiring, and well you couldn’t help but want to fill pages and pages in your sketchbook, trying to capture his radiant brilliance
✲ﾟ｡.(✿╹◡╹)ﾉ☆.｡₀:*ﾟ✲ﾟ*:₀｡
You must have sketched his gorgeous features a thousand time throughout the month
＿ﾍ(◕‿◕✰)
One day you and the two Dutch brothers were out taking king for a walk in one of Vincent’s favourite flower fields (◕▿◕✿)
Vincent set up his easel and started painting the lush field of flowers, while Theo went about playing with his energetic ball of fluff ໒(◉ᴥ◉)७
The sight of Theo tacking King to the ground and then being attacked by an array of loving kisses from the dog had your heart downright melting
Inspiration hit! (≧∀≦)
And all you could think about doing was painting the scene before you
“Vincent?” you tapped the blond Dutch on the shoulder in hopes that he wasn’t already too absorbed in his painting (〃ω〃)
“Hmmm” he hummed back, turning to look at you with a sunshine smile
✿◕ ‿ ◕✿
“Could I perhaps borrow some scrap paper and pencils,” you asked shyly as your face flushed red ≧☉_☉≦
The older brother was more than happy to share his art supplies with you!
You low key went to his room that night and asked if you could borrow a few more of his art supplies cause you really wanted to paint the scene you had sketched out earlier
This angel was overjoyed!
He legit set up a whole mini art studio in your room for you, just cause he was so excited to have a fellow artist in the house {´◕ ◡ ◕｀}
So you got to painting the cute scene stuck in your head
Theo and king playing in the field
Between working with Theo and helping Sabas out around the house, you painted
Until finally one day your painting was complete ◦°˚\(*❛‿❛)/˚°◦
It was low key the best painting you had ever done, and to say you were proud of it would be an understatement
You were just about to cover up the masterpiece when Vincent came into your room to bring you some new paints he had discovered at some local art store
His eyes fell upon your painting, and he legit started tearing up
“This is absolutely breathtaking! Have you shown Theo yet.” He asked sending you the sunniest smile, all while marveling at the beauty of your art (´ ▽｀).。ｏ♡
“I- um, you don’t think he will think it’s weird that I painted him?” ( ˘･з･)
Vincent legit shook his head and gave you a reassuring pat on the head, “If I know Theo, he will absolutely love it!” ╰(✿´⌣`✿)╯♡
With the extra confidence booster and encouragement from the resident angel you decided to show your masterpiece to your dearest love
That night you randomly heard a knock on your door.
“Theo? Did you need something?” (・・?
He rolled his eyes and scoffed, slightly confused,” Vincent said you wanted to show me something, insisted it couldn’t wait till morning.”
(¬‿¬)
His blue eyes narrowed as he stared down at you, that is until out the corner of his eyes he spotted the covered canvas in the corner of your room
His eyes lit up as he made his way past you to the covered masterpiece, “Vincent gift you a painting or something?” (＊◕ᴗ◕＊)
You sighed following behind him, anxiety filling your chest as you softly spoke up, “No, I painted that one.” (^^;)
“You?” his piercing eyes shifted from the canvas to you. He knew you loved art, but all his days spent with you, you had never mentioned anything about actually being an artist (≖︿≖✿)
He moved closer to the painting hand resting on the sheet covering it,
He smirked over his shoulder at you, “mind if I take a look.” （｡◑ヮ◑｡）
You heart hammered in your chest as you gave a small nod
Theo pulled the white cloth covering the painting down in one fell swoop, revealing his own smiling, carefree face staring back at him (*^｡^*)
The room was filled with silence as his oceanic eyes examined the painting
Theo was left speechless (´｡✪ω✪｡｀)
This, this painting was magnificent *cough* and not because he is the one that was painted *cough*
Heat rapidly spreading to his cheeks the longer he examined the painting
He let go of a scoff in an attempt to calm his beating heart (●´ω｀●)ゞ
He could tell you had put your whole heart and soul into the art piece and the emotions radiating from the painting had all his senses overwhelmed
The tears pricked at your eyes, and your lip started quivering
｡：ﾟ(｡ﾉω＼｡)ﾟ･｡
You knew you shouldn’t have shown it to him, kept it a secret. He probably hates it. Think it’s uninspired. Thinks you are a mega creepo for painting him
With each silent moment passing your head was filled with more anxious thoughts. (⌯˃̶᷄ ﹏ ˂̶᷄⌯)ﾟ
The man’s face gave nothing away.
And that’s when it happened, when you were unable to hold back the tears threatening to spill from your eyes ʕ ಡ ﹏ ಡ ʔ
You quickly picked up the white sheet and moved to cover up the painting, but Theo’s large hand came up to rest on your shoulder to stop you
“Hondje, this, this, you did this?” he was completely awestruck and overcome with emotion (◕ㅁ◕✿)
He turned to you, and the moment he spotted your red eyes and tear-stained cheeks he frowned down at you in confusion
“Ah what are those tears for, don’t tell me you’re moved to tears by your own artistry.” he teased with a small smirk (¬‿¬)
He then brought his hands up to cradle your cheeks, wiping your tears away with his thumbs, “Why didn’t you tell me you could paint this beautifully, talent like this deserves to be shared with the world!.” his eyes lit up, taking on that same passionate blue flame it did whenever he would speak about his dearest brothers artworks (ᗒᗨᗕ)
You averted you gave, managing to speak up through sobbed hiccups, “I was scared you would hate it,” (っ- ‸ – ς)
He gave your cheek a light pinch smiling mischievously at you, “belachelijk”
~(｡ಠ︵ ಠ@)>
“Ow! What the hell was that for,” you yelped out, glaring at the man while rubbing your cheek (˵¯͒⌢͗¯͒˵)
“Are you done barking about some nonsense, what even gave you the idea I would hate it,” he asked rolling his eyes ಠ_ಠ
“Because… No matter how many sketches and paintings I make, they just don’t seem good enough to show THEE THEO VAN GOGH!”
૮(ꂧꁞꂧ)ა
//cue Theo bursting into a hearty laughter
You pouted at the man, ready to cover up your painting and crawl into a hole.
That is until he gently lifted your chin to look into his stormy eyes, “First of all that painting over there is breathtaking, also I would be a crappy boyfriend if I didn’t appreciate my pup’s magnificent talent. Second of all… Wait, did you say you have more?” (｀◕‸◕´+)
His eyes lit up in childlike excitement as they fell onto your sketchbook, laying on the edge of the table ( ✪ワ✪)ノʸᵉᵃʰᵎ
This boy be proud of every single one of your artworks
He low key took that painting you did of him and hung it up in his room next to Vincent’s (ஐ╹◡╹)ノ
Low key wants to start selling your art and displaying them in galleries!
He is never judgmental about anything you show him if anything is super supportive and encouraging about everything you do
Hope ya enjoyed this love! Sending all the hugs! Hope u have a good day❤❤❤☺☺☺
This is a repost of a request! I hope you guys and the requester @ifthiswingscouldfly enjoy this ask once again.
Napoleon Bonaparte, there was not a day he could go without kissing you. In the mornings, when you’d wake up later than him, the lazy mornings are filled with slow kisses as he trailed those kisses over your neck and ears, loving the way you curled up to him as he wrapped his larger arm around you. His kisses are longing, slow, but always filled with love for you.
Isaac Newton, his kisses are not without hesitation. His usual affections consist of holding your hand, or leaning on your shoulder once he tires of his research. Isaac’s kisses… are for those moments when he truly desires you. In those moments he wishes to see no one but you, he holds your waist in one hand with another hand drawing you up to lock you in his kiss.
Arthur Conan Doyle, how he loves to kiss you to tease you. His kisses are quick, his soft lips making your skin flutter as you were held in his lap. You’d always feel the warm goosebumps as the coffee scent of Arthur began imprinting onto you, but how could you resist the gentleman when he’d always kiss your hand when he greets you? Or, in his bed, the melting kisses that simply draw you into him…
Dazai Osamu, his kisses favour towards kisses that surprise you, often kissing you before he leaves or when he arrives. The quick pecks on your nose, the breath of his whisper to the kiss on the tips of your ear, the press of his lips to the corner of your mouth… Those feelings would warm you up throughout the day, but his favourites would be the longing lip lock he gives you only in your shared bedroom.
Theodorus Van Gogh, to him, kisses are a form of reassurance. Morning kisses goodbye meant that you were wishing him well. Kisses to the tips of your fingers are promises to return to you. Kisses to your forehead are his way of telling that everything will be alright. Kisses to your neck are promises that he’ll spend the night with you. His most intimate kiss, to your ring finger, is a promise to wed you.
Vincent Van Gogh, he has the urge to kiss you every day. Not so much as a requirement from you, but a need for him. Whether it be a kiss to your forehead, a kiss to your palm or a loving kiss to your lips, it’s a need that he ever so indulges in. In those times where you allow to give him one bite, he’ll compensate you by a thousand fold in kisses instead. It’s locked in his heart, but the kiss he anticipates the most is the one he gets to share with you once you’re married.
Leonardo Da Vinci, how he’s a fan of lazy kisses. His kisses are slow, meaningful, and usually given with much care and thought. On days he’s active, he gives the quick kiss on the cheek as a farewell. However, having you in his arms, your head against his chest as you both drift off into a siesta. Just as you wake up, he bestows a very sleepy kiss as he holds you closer, perhaps for another nap session…
Jean D'Arc, his kisses are only given when he’s alone with you. He’ll do anything else to keep you close, for others to understand that he was yours whether it be holding your hand or standing next to you. How his heart flutters when he has you in his bed, and you grant him a kiss before sleeping. The most honorable of kisses to him would be when he bends the knee, your hand to his lips as he swears to be your knight forever.
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, his kisses are secretive yet filled with such passion that it causes you to get dizzy at times. Even when you two are alone, he keeps his kisses for the most intimate of moments, when he’s desperate for your touch, and when he needs to confide in you. His kisses are feverish, as his kiss demands for more of you with his arms wrapped around you.
Sebastian, his kisses are quick throughout the day, as both of you are busy. Often no one notices them, but he’ll peck your forehead instead of flicking it when you do a good job. Kisses that he finds pleasure in giving are when you’re on his lap, and he has your neck tilted to pepper kisses up along your neck to your jaw, smothering you in affection when you two are alone.
Comte Saint Germain, he shamelessly loves to kiss you. In his office, he doesn’t mind whoever walks in when he has you there, loving him so passionately. He often leans to kiss the tips of your ears as a way of teasing, or kissing the edges of your wrists as a way of promising you. The kiss on your lips that leave you breathless however, is a special promise from him to give you even more throughout the night.
William Shakespeare, doesn’t typically initiate kisses. They’re sacred to him, as if you two would only be united by true love’s kiss as the story goes. He’s no stranger to physical affection, but he’d never let anyone see him kiss you. It’s his personal method of devotion, as he’s on his knees to kiss your palm before your bed, finally pressing his own lips against yours.
Vlad, his kisses signify that you’re his and he’s yours. It’s almost as a status symbol, the way he leans to press a kiss to your forehead as his one arm is by your waist. For as much as your relationship was public, he loves to sneak kisses the way he used to when he was courting you, where he’d be on the window sill to sneak a kiss, or in the garden alone, as he uses his large coat to shield you both as he locks lips with you.
Johann Georg Faust, he was a prideful man, a smug one at that. How impressive it was, to see him fall apart at your kisses, to see his arms immediately coddle you as you bestow him a kiss, standing at the ball of your foot to reach him, his large hand cradling your head to deepen the kiss. It’s an action he’d only allow with you saying you want it, he’s not one for surprise kisses for as much as you were his own precious surprise.
Charles-Henri Sanson, he’s utterly shameless with his kiss. Sometimes when Faust demands to talk to him, he’d busy himself buried in the crook of your neck, peppering butterfly kisses up and down before reaching your collarbone, further busying himself with the scent of you. All he wants is to trap you in his arms as he deepens the kiss between you two, his soft hairs tickling your cheek…
