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[⚜️IkeVamp⚜️ Scenario/Headcanon] Reactions to Reader Calling Them Cute
Napoleon
He sort of blinks first.
“Cute? You think I’m cute?”
He then smirks at you and lifts your face by your chin before you can confirm that that is indeed what you think.
“Are you sure you want to begin this game right now?”
Expect an avalanche of kisses.
“There, touché~. Oh and by the way, you’re cute too~”
Mozart
Cue him giving you the side glare.
“Are you saying this because you want something out of me?”
When you say you aren’t, he just makes a “tch” noise and gets back to writing his new music.
But of course you don’t miss the soft pink coloring his cheeks.
Leonardo
He smirks at you.
“Hmm~? Where is this coming from all of a sudden?”
He pulls you in his lap and snuggles you, making you flustered.
“May I remind you how adorable YOU are~?”
He teases you with compliments, making you blush at every word.
Vincent
His eyes widen a bit and he smiles.
“Aww thank you~ So are you! Adorable even~!”
He then gives you a smile that’s brighter than a thousand suns.
You literally feel love and positivity radiate from him.
He also pinches your cheek gently, and chuckles when you blush.
Theo
He raises an eyebrow at you.
“Hm? Cute? I’m not the dog here.”
He follows that up by poking your cheek.
“What do you want from me, a treat? Is that why you’re showering me with flattery?”
He follows that up with a boyish smirk that makes you melt.
Before you can say anything, he sweeps you in his arms and takes you to the bedroom where the cuddles commence.
Arthur
Arthur gives you that somewhat unreadable gaze.
And then makes you practically almost swoon by following that up with a charming smirk.
“My my~ Is the little bird trying to serenade me with her song~?”
Yes, yes you are trying to serenade him with your song.
What happens after this is all up to you~ ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Isaac
He almost chokes on his applepie
“W-WhAT?!”
You’re almost scared by his outburst but then begin to laugh, repeating yourself.
He calms down a bit.
“O-Oh. W-Well… thank you I guess.”
He remains red faced for hours and, unfortunately, is the subject of teasing during the entire time.
Dazai
His initial reaction is similar to Napoleon’s where he just blinks at you.
But he follows that up with this adorable playful grin.
“Why, aren’t you a flatterer~?”
He then embraces you.
“But I think you’re the cutest one here~ And I want to prove it to you.”
He proceeds to tickle you mercilessly, enjoying your laughter while chuckling at the cute scene.
⚔️ Jean
His eyes widen in shock at your words.
Like, he actually felt time stop for a split second.
“I’m… what…?”
You repeat yourself and he says, “Mademoiselle… why do you say such things?”
You can sense the disbelief in his tone and explain, insisting that you mean what you say.
It takes some time to convince him, and you feel at ease when, despite the long silence, he nods, a faint blush on his cheeks.
“I… hm. Thank you, (Name).”
⏳ Comte
He has a slight look of surprise at first, but follows it up with a smile.
“Wow, that was slightly unexpected but thank you, (Name)~ You flatter me~”
He proceeds to tell you that you look dazzling today, to which you smile and thank him.
It’s a short and sweet exchange that leaves both of you feeling happy, and it ends with a kiss as a sweet cherry on top.
♂️ Sebastian
His first reaction is to give you a slightly confused glance and then laugh.
“Where’s this coming from?” He asks.
You pout and blush and he chuckles, reassuring you that he’s just kidding and that he appreciates the compliment.
He then suddenly kisses you, leaving you a flustered blushing mess, and Sebastian definitely feels proud after that.
William
“Hm? Cute, you say?”
He chuckles before standing from his desk, making his way towards you.
“But my love, I can never compare to you~ Your large doe eyes, your lush lips, the way your hair frames your lovely face… it makes me want to hold you and never let go~”
His palm caresses your cheek.
Soon, you’re in his warm embrace, listening to his heartbeat.
And as he said, he doesn’t let you go anytime soon.
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
Submitted for the Spring Bouquet Content Creation Challenge hosted by @atelier-maroron.
Characters ↬ Vincent van Gogh x Reader
Rating ↬ General
Tags ↬ Fluff, Established Relationship
Spring Bouquet CCC Prompt 6. Nursing an abandoned baby chick back to health.
Description ↬ You and Vincent, your adoring lover, find an abandoned baby chick during one of your weekly dates. Over the next few weeks, the two of you pour endless love and affection into caring for the chick, which only leads you to a revelation that will change the course of your relationship…
Disclaimer ↬ I do not own the rights to Ikemen Prince or any of the Ikemen series games.
The soft chirps of the little, fuzzy, slightly feeble baby chick echoed around your room. One single heat lamp was aimed at the cardboard box holding the adorable fluffy chick to heat up the makeshift shelter you and Vincent had created for it. After finding it abandoned in an empty nest on a bush, you were trying your best to nurse it back to health. “Come on, little guy. Come on, you can make it!” You urged, pumping your fists gently in encouragement at the little chick. This only caused Vincent to look over at you and offer you a kind smile at your soft words of encouragement.
“I’m sure our little chick will grow up to be healthy and strong, especially when it has such a great mama like you.” His arms circled loosely around your waist, and he began to rub small circles into the soft skin of your arms. The comforting warmth of Vincent, both his body and his kindred soul, always reassured you and brought you back from those anxious waves that drowned you.
Through pure luck, you’d stumbled upon the little chick in the midst of a date to your secret spot on the bluffs with Vincent. In fact, the two of you hadn’t even planned the date. It was entirely spontaneous that you two ended up in that place, only to spend hours frantically searching for the source of the soft peeping. That’s when Vincent discovered the smallest, most fragile-looking baby chick wedged in an empty nest with no mama chicken around. Being known as the pure-hearted angels of Comte’s mansion, the two of you stuck around for two hours to see if the mother would come back. Unfortunately, luck was not on your – or the baby chick’s – side.
It had been two days of touch and go. There were times when the chick almost didn’t make it, times when it wouldn’t even peck at the tastiest creepy critters you’d caught for it. To be fair, Vincent had done most of the heavy work when it came to that, but with your fear of spiders and worms, you’d chalked it up to a win with you even being close to the creepy critters.
“But Vincent, what if it doesn’t make it? I know we’ve only been taking care of it for a few days, but I’m already attached….” You trailed off uncomfortably, shifting back and forth on your feet as you continued peering into the cardboard box.
“Then we will know that we tried our best to make our little chick’s life as wonderful as possible, no matter how short their life may have been,” Vincent responded without missing a beat.
Selfishly, a tiny part of you was also looking forward to seeing Vincent show his nurturing side. The man was the epitome of an angel, serene, kind, and golden-hearted. Yet, the deepest part of you wanted to see morefacets of him – that raw, unbridled passion that he’d consume you with during intimate nights with just the two of you and the sweet, tender gaze he’d bestow upon you whenever his eyes met yours. But as things became more serious between the two of you, you slowly found yourself wanting to see how Vincent would be as a father. Would he be a total sucker for his children? Would he be a kind but stern father? Would he be a father that encouraged his children to pursue their dreams? All of these questions were thoughts you kept to yourself.
Though a baby chick was nothing like a child, it would at least let you see the nurturing side of Vincent. The side that you knewwould make you start longing to start your family with him.
And with each week that passed, you ended up seeing the exact side of Vincent that you wished for. It was a wonder just how gentle he could be with the little ball of fluff. His touches seemed to only just graze over the soft down of its fur, as though soothing away all of the chick’s maladies. The way he’d pick up the little chick and hold close to his face, staring into its little button-eyes with his bright, sapphire ones, murmuring words of encouragement and kindness to it.
And the baby chick responded in kind to Vincent’s care. The chick became stronger and stronger under his tender love and care. First, it was able to get up and walk a few steps. Then, it started to flap its wings, readying to take flight. After that, it was able to launch itself into the air enough to fly over the side of the cardboard box and waddle towards Vincent, whom the chick had deemed as its mother. In fact, the sight was so adorable that Theo had even commented on it, wondering why the chick was so attached to Vincent.
“Oy, broer, why does that little ball of feathers follow you around all the time? Isn’t it enough that you have hondje attached at your hip at all hours of the day? What’s so great about them that they can hog all of your time like this?” Theo’s eyebrow raised as he watched the little chick flap around Vincent, almost seeming to ward off Vincent’s first pet, Brush, at the same time.
“The more the merrier, Theo. I’m the lucky one to have been chosen by such wonderful beings.” Vincent responded kindly, tucking the chick into his palms. “But my dearest Theo, you know I always have time for you.”
A flush formed on Theo’s face, despite his best efforts at hiding it. “Ah, w—well, that’s good then.”
Meanwhile, throughout all these weeks of watching the chick grow, you became surer of your love for Vincent. Surer of the future you wanted for the both of you. It all came to a head one day when your heart began bursting with your affection for the blonde man after he’d come up with a particularly adorable lullaby for the baby chick. After all, he was just so darned cute that no one could resist his charms. That’s what you told yourself when you immediately blurted out his name. “Vincent!”
“Yes?” He replied, perplexed as he turned his attention back to you. “What’s wrong, my love?”
“I—I—I think we should start a family.” You managed to stammer out, cursing your nerves and embarrassment at the less-than-perfect way you stated something so serious. To your surprise, a deep shade of red began to form on Vincent’s cheekbones, only complimenting his radiant smile.
“Do you mean that?” The joy spread across Vincent’s face was almost child-like in its purity. He grasped your hands in his and pressed gentle kisses across your knuckles. “I don’t mean to pressure you… but this whole adventure with our little chick has made me feel like we should consider trying for one of our own…. You’re so naturally nurturing.”
A wave of relief washed over you at his words. It was like every little trouble you’d been holding onto for the past few weeks were immediately swept away. “I’ve been feeling the exact same way with you, Vincent! I mean, I’ve been thinking about this for a while, but I think you’d be the perfect father. After all, you’re already my angel.
"Ah, I’m so glad… but you’re the one that’s myangel.”
You had thought it was impossible to love Vincent even more than you already did, but with each day that passed, he proved that statement wrong. Every time a compliment spilled from his lips, pure in nature, you fell head over heels in love with him all over again. In fact, you’d even tried to purposely find Vincent’s flaws one time to see if he had any, only to immediately flip the weak “flaws” that you could find into positives. Naïve? No, endlessly optimistic and trusting. Oblivious?Not that either, rather, focused and serene.
Vincent ran one finger down the plane of your soft cheek, pulling you back from your daydreams. “I think there’s only one last thing we have to figure out….” A mischievous, at least for him, smirk slowly formed on his lips, and you widened your eyes briefly, wondering what was going to come out of his lips next. “What do we name our little chick?… And our future kids?”
“Well, I’m not sure about our future kids, but I want to name our little chick afterwhat you are… an angel.”
“It seems like we’ll have to settle for naming it after both of us, in that case.”
But damn y’all really did this round dirty- you guys had to yeet out our beloved angel ;-; he would have taken 10 bullets for you, and what do you do? Put him in the circus with the rest of em-
Lmao anyways~ if y’all just stopped by and like what you see, if you also like late af updates, then join our lil game~ rules are in round one
Vincent was eliminated ;-;
Don’t vote for the clowns
Have fun~
Edit: I clowned myself and used an old draft- I forgot to clown Leo again but it’s fixed now
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.”
Ahhh it’s finally Vincent’s turn! Only 2 more instalments of the mini series left after this, are you guys excited for them? I certainly am~
- JJ x
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I Give You My Breath, Vincent van Gogh
Princess MC grinned at herself in the mirror, admiring her pristine white wedding gown and the twinkle of the tiara resting atop her soft hair. Her hands were busy smoothing the long skirts of her dress when there came a gentle knock at the door and along with it, the rough voice of her soon-to-be brother in law, “MC, are you ready?” Prince Theo pushed open the door and his usually stern expression softed when his cool blue eyes found MC, “My broer certainly is lucky to be marrying you.”
“Oh, Theo,” MC giggled before wandering over to her fiancé’s brother and carefully combing a lock of caramel brown hair that had fallen from his slicked back hairstyle back into place, “I’m honestly a little nervous. I’m glad you’ll be giving me away, though,” the princess smiled as she took Theo’s arm and nodded determinedly, “You know I never imagined that my wedding would be such a big event.”
“Royal weddings always attract the world’s attention. It’ll be the same when I get married, so you better get used to it.”
The younger of the van Gogh brothers led MC towards the church, holding her arm securely in his own until the moment they reached Prince Vincent who stood at the altar, beaming from ear to ear when he saw his beloved. The blond prince took MC’s hands into his own, squeezing them lovingly when all he wanted to do was kiss her breathless and tell her how stunningly angelic she looked in her wedding dress. Vincent pulled the princess close, kissing her cheek chastely before uttering words only she could hear, “You are the most beautiful woman in the world.”
The ceremony was traditional yet beautiful - and it spared no expense to be so - with all of the flourishes befitting of celebrating the royal couple. “I give you this ring,” the princess’ wedding ring twinkled in the summer sun which streamed into the cathedral but it was Vincent who captivated her, his soft lips kissing the delicate palm of her hand, “I give you my breath.” MC felt tears prick the corners of her eyes as he continued to speak, “And I give you my love. Princess, I swear to protect you, until death do us part.”
The officiant turned his softened eyes towards MC, “Princess MC, do you accept Prince Vincent’s vows and promise your life to him?”
“I do.”
The crowd erupted into cheers and applause when the newlyweds shared their first kiss as man and wife, slow and passionate yet still appropriate enough to share in the public eye: the more amorous moments were to come later. Hundreds of onlookers continued to support Vincent and MC when they boarded their white horse drawn carriage, looking like a couple in a perfect fairytale.
After the sun had set and the adoring crowds had returned home, so too did the royal couple return to their palace and they found themselves gazing out at their kingdom from their balcony, still wearing their wedding attire, each with a glass of champagne in hand. Vincent’s hand slipped around MC’s waist and he squeezed her side gently, pulling her closer to his body so they were comfortably huddled together. The prince’s china blue eyes watched the twinkling stars that hung above his kingdom with a smile bright enough that one would think it was daytime, his Dutch accent soft and brimming with affection when he broke the comfortable silence, “I am so lucky.” He placed his glass of champagne down on the little coffee table beside him.
Princess MC tilted her head slightly, gazing up at her new husband and feeling her heart skip a beat at the sight of his impossibly tender expression, “How so, Vincent?”
Vincent turned his body so now he and his wife were chest to chest, his gentle hands running down the back of her silk gown and resting comfortably on her bottom, “I have you, liefje!” He was beaming from ear to ear and she blushed when he inched closer to kiss her lips briefly, “The most beautiful wife and the most beautiful land, what more could a man want?” The prince stepped back and offered his princess his hand, which she gladly took, “Would her highness join me in our wedding bed?” Despite the implications of the question, Vincent’s voice was soft and almost innocently hopeful, matching his striking cornflower blue eyes.
“I would,” the princess answered, allowing Vincent to lead her over to their bed and lay her down beneath him, “You know, I know a princess who has the most amazing husband in the world.” MC reached her delicate left hand up to caress Vincent’s cheek, her wedding ring cool against his flushed skin. The princess’ hands trailed downward to her prince’s collar and began to loosen his tie and unbutton his crisp white shirt, “He’s kind and he’s handsome and I hear that he is the loveliest man in the world.”
“Really, now?” One of Vincent’s hands - the one not holding him hovering above his beloved - took his wife’s hands and halted her movements, pinning them above her head with an unfamiliar air of dominance only she knew from him, “How bold of my wife to speak of another man, and in our wedding bed no less.” Prince Vincent smirked, baring his fangs only for a moment which had Princess MC gasping with anticipation. They both knew that they were playing, but that only added to the thrill of their first night together as man and wife, with Vincent’s voice a teasing whisper when he spoke against the soft skin of her neck, “I hope my princess is prepared to be loved so completely that no other man will ever cross her mind again. I vowed as much this afternoon, remember?” The heir to throne’s grip on his beloved’s wrists loosened and he brought her left hand up to his lips, kissing her wedding ring before his lips moved to brush against her knuckles tenderly, “You are my wife, mijn vrouw, and I give you my breath, my life, my all.”
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.”
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…
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