#ikemen vampire jean d'Arc

[xxsycamore]

plus please canI have also 🎨 with Jean maybe reading like together in the same room ❤

Perfect!! 🥺 First time writing for this prompt too!

[🎨] 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚓𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝙹𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚢, 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚢…

JEAN:

As soon as you free your schedule for the remainder of the afternoon, you hurry towards the mansion's library where you anticipate to meet Jean. He told you earlier today that he plans to spend some time reading in there - naturally, you can't want to be around him.

As soon as the door creaks open, you're able to spot him sitting at a nearby table, and despite your delicate entrance, he registers your presence right away. A smile of adoration blooms on your face the moment you notice how he marks his row with the thumb of his hand before raising his gaze to meet yours.

"You're here. I'm glad that you could make it."

Letting him know that the feeling is mutual along with your own greeting, you approach Jean and sit next to him, just like that, empty-handed. It takes you a few seconds to realize that you're acting out of habit, preparing yourself to listen to Jean read out to you, to guide him if needed, to talk about the story in the book and what you two should pick next. But he doesn't need that anymore, does he? Here he is, a good amount of pages already flipped under his resting palm. Your heart fills with pride.

You take a look at the pile of books on the table, likely ones he checked out before deciding on a read for the day, and you do the same. Jean watches you with a bit of curiosity in his eye as you make yourself more comfortable and gradually sink into the world inside the pages.

Soon, you can sense him relaxing as well. He must be enjoying it as much as you do - to be joining him in his reading session like that, something that was once foreign to him. You want to show him so much more; to explore new hobbies along with him, to find yourselves in each other's company doing your own thing but together. You love him just like that.

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“Your Light Found Me…”

Ikemen Vampire Fanfiction (May 2020) Masterlist

Featuring: Jean d’Arc x Female Reader Word Count: 1500 Disclaimer: Ikemen Vampire Characters are the property of Cybird. I make no claim on them as my own. Warnings: Zealous Angst and Depression Note: There were to previous installments of this story but they are lost to the void. I hope this one is still enjoyable.

Jean regretted your first kiss. You knew this. You knew the sting of it. The sadness in his eyes. The fear… You still couldn’t make yourself regret it. You couldn’t make yourself afraid. Not of him. When it came to Jean d’Arc your heart could not feel afraid.

He’d asked you not to seek him out after that. He’d drawn away after you’d spent so much time trying to draw closer. “Can the damned sin, __? Can a demon fall further from heaven, when he is already a fallen angel?” His questions from that night seemed to hollow out his soul. To eat at him continuously every moment he dared to exist. So even though he lived he still felt as though he were dying. “I once knew what it felt like to live a life so full of hope and light that I believed no darkness could touch me.” He’d confided to you when you had convinced him to tell you more about himself. “I never faltered when it came to fulfilling my destiny. No matter what I was accused of, no matter who I lost… I knew my own pain, my own suffering, was simply part of my journey to fulfilling my mission. A mission that was greater than myself. More important than my own life or any of my own desires.” “Yet here, as this fallen creature, this demon condemned to darkness…. my desires overcome my will. My thirst overcomes my own strength. I am weak as a child in the face of temptation. Here there is no saving light. Only a broken creature who once stood between the people of France and their destruction.” You had wondered about the burden of sadness he seemed to carry everywhere with him. It was in those few moments he had finally shown you how consuming that pain was. “I was accused of heresy and burned at the stake… why couldn't I have allowed my suffering to end? What a fool I was to believe I could face this darkness… and still manage to save others.” “I don’t know Jean.” You had replied, unable to keep your voice from trembling. “But when I look at you, I don’t see darkness. I see someone so selfless he’d pay any price to save another person. To protect the innocent, and the suffering… whatever demon you see when you look at yourself? I can’t see him. All I see is the most angelic person I’ve ever met.”   You hadn’t expected him to lean forward. To cup your chin with those long fingers of his, drawing it upward as he leaned in to press a tender kiss to your lips. The warmth of his mouth—of his touch—felt almost like a dream. For he drew away from you much like a dream faded into the morning. “I believe, mademoiselle, that a woman as angelic as yourself may only be capable of seeing light in others. Even when there is only darkness left to be found.” With that he disappeared into the night. Leaving your heart aching and empty. Tonight that ache felt sharper than usual. “Jean.” You sighed peering down into the garden where he had so often walked. He always sought the solitude of the night, drawing away from the other residents like a shadow from the light. Where was he now? It had been days since you had seen him. Despite your insistent inquiries both Napoleon and Mozart had left the question unanswered, and the worry you saw in their eyes made your heart clench painfully in your chest. You did not have much more time before the door opened. Would that night—that one kiss—be all you shared? Would Jean and all his burdens simply fade into your past? The mysteries surrounding the beautiful man that haunted your mind seemed to multiply without any hope of your finding answers. You had a feeling that even if you left all of Jean’s secrets here with him in the past they would continue to haunt you when you returned home. You drew away from your starlit view and instead headed downstairs into the deserted halls of the mansion. It was late enough that no one stirred. Well past midnight by your estimation. At times when sleep eluded you, you’d found one or another of the mansion’s residents also wandering the halls. Tonight, however, remained lonely and silent.

You were returning to your room with a tray of warm milk and some sandwiches, hoping that between the snack and a good book you could settle your mind. Yet, when you approached your door you were surprised to find that the hallway was no longer empty. He stood just outside your door. Too far away to knock, yet staring at it as though he could not tear himself away. He was completely unmoving. You couldn’t even sense the motion of his breathing as you drew closer and he did not turn to greet you. Instead he remained a statue, as perfect and beautiful and timeless as any other sculpture. You wanted to speak, to break the spell he cast. Yet your voice wouldn’t respond to your summons. At last he exhaled and turned to look at you. That beautiful amethyst eye seemed deep as the night itself as he gazed at you. He did not attempt to explain his presence, nor did he leave. Instead he simply looked at you as he would study a beautiful painting in the Louvre. You bit your lip and finally summoned the courage to speak. “I missed you.” Those three words were all you could find. He nodded but still did not explain. You found the courage to set the tray you held on a small table in the hallway and drew closer to him. Searching for something to say. “Jean, I…” “There’s light.” He said finally. “What?” You asked looking up at him. His gaze was so intense it made your heart pound. “When I’m with you… there’s light.” You swallowed. “I never thought it would find me again. I never thought—” He lifted his hand and placed it against his heart, curling his fingers against the fabric of his uniform. “I thought darkness was my fate, __. But your light found me…” He said your name.

He always refused to speak to you in such a familiar way, but now your name on his lips made your breath hitch. When he met your gaze his expression was pained, and a tear escaped and ran down his cheek. You couldn’t bear it anymore. Whatever restraint you had shattered, and you rushed into his arms. Holding him close, a sob of your own escaped as his arms pulled you eve closer. When you lifted your face to his he began kissing you. Tender, insistent adoring kisses that stole your breath away. “I love you Jean.” You whispered between kisses. “I love you so much.” “__….” He spoke your name again with the inflection of surprise. As though the taste of it was so distracting, he didn’t know how to react. Finally, he released the breath he’d been holding and whispered back. “I love you… more than anything in this world. Please, stay right here. Let me love you with everything I have. For my heart is yours and only yours.” “And mine is yours, Jean.” You replied. His mouth found yours again. Yet the passion behind his kiss had intensified. He pressed you back against the wall and the tenderness of his touch turned ardent and seeking. His hands reaching up to tangle in your hair as his tongue parted your lips and explored your mouth. Every movement was heated and insistent. You needed to grasp his shirt front just to keep yourself upright. Your heart was pounding so fiercely you were certain it was attempting to escape from your chest. Yet all you could think of was Jean. All you could feel was Jean. He pulled back, breathing heavily, and you could see the internal battle he was waging for control. “I found people that needed my help when I left. People who couldn’t protect themselves. Who couldn’t finish their journey without a hand from a stranger. Yet, every person I helped made me think of you. I didn’t know why. I just couldn’t stop thinking about you.” He reached up cupping your face in his powerful hand. The size of it seemed to dwarf your cheek, yet the warmth of his touch was so pleasant it almost brouth more tears. “Then I realized it was their eyes. Everyone had this look—this light—in their gaze, and I realized that was it. That was what reminded me of you.” He smiled. Not his almost smile this time… it was the most beautiful thin you’d ever seen. “It almost felt as though you’d followed me, as though you’d sent these people to help me see that I was wrong. That your light was strong enough to guide me. That your love was strong enough to help me.”

He took a step back and knelt down in front of you. Then taking your hands in his he pressed his forehead to them with a reverence that left you speechless. “I pledge my heart to you, _. If you will accept my tattered soul, I offer you my life and all my love. For it was you that showed me how to break free of this darkness. To escape the trap of my existence and see beyond myself again.” “Oh Jean…” Your voice faltered as you threw your arms around him, burying your face against his neck. Would he ever stop ensaring your heart like this? It was already his. How could he capture it all over again with his knightly valor and zealous pledges. He stood scooping you into his arms and drawing you close enough to kiss. “May I enter your room, Mademoiselle? I fear I shall lose myself in my love for you…” You smiled. “Yes, and I’d be happy if you did.” “As you wish then, my love.” He smiled and carried you into his room closing the door behind him.

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Summary of Jean's Rose Garden Rendezvous Story

Holy fucking shit, Jean's story... To say it's an emotional trip and an utter treat for his fans...

I dunno who at Cybird came up with this story for him but I need that individual to immediately be promoted. Or maybe I'm extra-simping because it's been a while since I've read in-game Jean stuff

Summary under the cut. It's probably not accurate since I use a translator to read. Beware of minor embellishing.

Mitsuki arrives in the dreamlike landscape of Vlad's endless valley of roses under the cover of nightfall, except this story isn't about Vlad obviously lol. She was summoned by the sound of a sweet voice, but she's alone when she gets there, and has no recollection of why she's there at all.

Just as she's wondering about where she is, Jean appears, except Mitsuki doesn't recognize him. He calls her by her name, and she realizes that his is the voice that invited her to this place, but nothing other than that. She is taken aback by how beautiful Jean is.

Jean approaches her and grips her shoulder. "You need to run. If you leave now, you should be able to..."

Mitsuki is naturally confused by this. She asks him what she's running away from, and Jean looks sighs and looks down and finally says "from me."

(Which is SUCH a throwback to his route. Remember the main conflict? How Jean was always pushing Mitsuki away?)

And Jean turns her around and shoves her back, prompting her forward. "Go," he says. "Run."

Mitsuki, still confused, does as she's told and begins running. Each stride infuses her lungs with the sweet scent of the roses. But her heart aches for a different reason.

Jean is livid when she turns around to face him (she hasn't gotten far). "Why are you turning around?"

(I could only think about Mitsuki's line from his route. 'If I run away from Jean now, I'll lose him forever.')

Mitsuki goes back to him and answers that she's sure that Jean invited her to this garden so she could meet him. She realizes that her helplessness upon her arrival disappeared the moment he appeared before her.

"I also feel like you wanted to show me these ethereal roses, but..." She gets a little nervous and asks Jean for his name.

Jean lapses into a silence filled only with the gentle rustle of the roses between them. Finally he gives it.

Mitsuki repeats his name back. What's important to note here is that she only says his first name, despite him giving his full name, and she doesn't apply an honorific to it (a minor plot point in the JP version of his route that was taken out in the ENG version). She calls him as he once asked her to, saying he has no use for honorifics. This implies that just by hearing his name, gears are beginning to shift in Mitsuki's mind.

The moment Mitsuki calls his name, Jean reaches for her, but instead of pushing her away like last time he pulls her into an embrace. (How awesome would it be if we'd gotten a His POV for this!? I can only imagine how absolutely u n d o n e he came)

"You'll definitely regret having come back to me," he says, not meeting her eyes.

His whispers fall on her shoulder, and Mitsuki gently reaches her arms out to wrap around his back. "I won't regret at all. So..." She finds it strange how naturally the words seem to just spill from her. "So bite me."

To which Jean is obviously taken aback as poor sweet Jean is so want to do.

Mitsuki still doesn't know why she's saying such things, and yet she feels that these are the very words she's always wanted to say to him.

While Mitsuki wonders if being surrounded by the fragrance of the roses unknowingly designed in her this strange desire, she suddenly feels Jean's ragged breathing against her neck.

And then he bites her 🥺 as the music gets all epic and romantic

Jean begins lapping at the blood spilling from her neck and ofc this drives Mitsuki insane with the pleasure that courses through her. Gasping, she tightens her arms around Jean's thin but toned form (she makes specific note of this LOL).

Jean pulls away to say this: "You're... such a strange woman. Sweeter and more dangerous than these roses. You--" He tilts her face up and strokes the corners of her eye, moving in to wipe away the tears she had no idea were there with his lips.

And then they finally pull together for a kiss (which gets spicy and heated, but the story ends there).

I just love what biting symbolizes in Jean's character arc. He doesn't crave blood like the rest of the guys, so biting has always been synonymous with his inner "monster". That's why it's especially poignant and beautiful and deeply meaningful whenever Mitsuki asks him to bite her.

This tiny little story was a gorgeous reprisal of everything Jean fans love about the Jean x Mitsuki love story.

/end simping

[chevlvrs]

I love sad men

[namine-somebodies-nobody]

Jean: I’m this close to falling in love with MC.

Mozart: Your fingertips are touching.

Jean: Exactly.

[fang-and-feather]

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Rating: G

Category: F/M, M/M, Multi

Relationship: Jean D'arc x Vincent Van Gogh x Reader

Tags: Jean's POV, Fluff, Relationship Milestones Jean being very emotional over it

Words: 459

Summary: Jean found it hard to sleep the first time he agreed to sleep with both his partners. Instead he finds himself thinking about their relationship and reveling on their warmth.

Written for August's Polyam Shipping Day Prompt: Warmth from @polyamships

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Jean found it hard to sleep the first time he agreed to sleep with both his partners.

You and Vincent had fallen asleep rather quickly, each on one side of him, snuggling close.

He had agreed to this arrangement, not thinking much of it. It was normal for lovers to sleep together, besides you were only sleeping, and he had already slept alone with you, although not with Vincent yet.

But now, between the two of you, he couldn’t help but think.

That you loved him was still a surprise. How could such angels like you care so much for a monster like him? How could you feel so safe and comfortable in his arms like this?

Not that he could say anything. He had allowed you to get close. To sneak your way into his heart.

Your love for him still filled him with such warmth that sometimes it burned. His heart felt so full whenever he was with you that it ached, almost as if it could burst.

He still wished to hide sometimes, but you were there when he did. You dragged him into your radiant light, enveloped him with your warmth. You were like the sun, chasing away the night, until he was warm himself.

This was the happiness he had long ago given up on having.

His eyes burned as he gently pulled you even closer.

All his life, he never realized how much he longed for this warmth. This was like a dream, but it was real. He was loved.

He looked at Vincent on one side, then at you on the other, feeling his cheeks starting to become wet. To his surprise, you reached out, whipping away a tear.

“Are you okay? If it’s too much, we can go back to our rooms.”

Your worry and consideration only warmed his heart further. But these were tears of happiness.

Jean couldn’t find his words, overwhelmed with happiness. He shook his head, smiling at you.

“We will be happy to be here as long as you allow us.” Vincent leaned closer, caressing his cheek, and Jean hugged both of you. “Whenever you need us.”

“Je t’aime, mes anges.” Was the first words he managed to whisper, kissing each of you.

You had tears in your eyes too, and the two of you hugged him back.

It was the first time he had managed to tell you he loved you, wasn’t it? He had struggled with his feelings, even after you confessed yours. After he started to let you get closer.

But saying these words made him feel like he was finally free of doubt and fear.

“Thank you for bringing light and warmth into my life.” He whispered.

“Always. Because we love you too.”

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Luka accidentally got a cut while learning self-defence with Jean

I found another cute picrew!! Wanna join in? @bicayaya @lemeowade @tulipsaisle @keithsandwich @queengiuliettafirstlady @olivermorningstar

link: https://picrew.me/ja/image_maker/2151243 (sorry for forgetting the link the first time haha)

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After pic soon xx

[hhoneypop]

@hhoneypop. — “ you'll always be mine, i know deep inside. . . all that's done's forgiven. . . ”

[aquagirl1978]

Silent Night - Jean d'Arc x Reader (Ikemen Vampire)

A/N: Day 10 of my 12 Days of Christmas event. Also part of my New Year, New Celebration follower celebration.

Pairing: Jean d'Arc x Reader

Prompt: resting head on shoulder while cuddling

Word Count: 258

Tags: fluff

“This is nice.” Jean smiled as you sipped your drinks – hot mulled wine – by the fire.

Jean was right. It was nice. After a delicious dinner and dessert celebrating Jean's birthday, you and Jean had somehow found yourselves alone in the great room. 

By chance or some small miracle, everyone in the mansion had plans after dessert. Not that you had any complaints. This was your fifth birthday with Jean. And while that number was small and meaningless in the life of a vampire, to a human like yourself, it held far more meaning. 

When you really thought about it, five years passed by quite fast. One day, you were teaching Jean how to read, and the next you were teaching him how best to pleasure you. 

In a mansion with a dozen residents, it was rare to have a quiet evening alone. And for it to be on Jean's birthday, it was a true gift.

“Happy Birthday, Jean,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to his cheek. Pulling back, you smiled as his cheeks tinged with pink. Still, after all this time, Jean's innocence was still visible. Even when you were alone together. 

Placing your drink on the table, you pulled a blanket to cover your bodies; you snuggled close to your lover, resting your head on his shoulder. 

Jean stroked your hair gently with his long fingers. You didn't have to look up to know his lips were curved in a smile. 

It was just one of those things you knew after loving someone for so long.

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[twistedwonderworm]

Headcanons: Residents with a Child!MC

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

🍷Comte🍷

He's the father figure of the group so he'd be the closest to you. A really good father figure and very protective. Sometimes a little too protective.

Not like you can blame him though. You're just a fragile, tiny human alone so of course you need someone to protect you. 

He can be strict whenever you do get into trouble but he doesn't like punishing you too harshly. If you burst into tears at his scolding, his paternal instincts kick in and he'll do whatever he can to comfort you.

🦅Napoleon🦅

Big brother Napo is another one that is very close to you. This guy gives me the impression that he probably loves children. He is also just as protective of you as Comte is. 

If something is bothering you, you can come to him for help. Though if it's something you don't want to talk to anyone about, he won't pressure you about it.

Just know if you're ever in need, big brother Napo is there for you. He'll have your back no matter what.

📝Arthur📝

More of an uncle than a brother or father figure but I can see him liking kids. 

Most people would say he's not a good role model but I feel like he'd be a good one. Always gives you life advice and is always there to help if you need him.

Of course, he'll be a little hard to win over, especially with a human child. He doesn't like the idea of losing someone he cares about to the passing of time.

🦉Mozart🦉

Mozart doesn't even like the other residents interrupting him so of course he's not going to be going anywhere around you. It's nothing personal, he just prefers to be alone.

If you do end up getting close to Jean though, he may get closer to you as well. He and Jean are close friends so Mozart loves to see Jean start letting more people in.

Also if you're a calm, quiet kid who likes music however, he probably won't mind you sitting in his room as he plays. Hell, he might even teach you how to play. Just don't be too loud, okay?

🐯Jean🐯

Most likely to stay the furthest away from you. It's not that he doesn't like you, oh no it's the opposite really. He absolutely adores you. It's just that he's afraid of hurting you.

It's no secret that Jean doesn't drink as much as he should and you're just so small and fragile. He could easily hurt a child like you if he wasn't careful.

But if you gently break down his walls, he can't run from you forever. He desperately wants to be a big brother to you like Napo but he's not sure if it's possible for him.

🍎Isaac🍎

Doesn't like kids. At least this is what he says. It's just a cover. Between not wanting to accidentally hurt you as well as not wanting you to mess with his work, he's another one who'll probably stay away from you

If you are known for wandering all around the mansion, he'll probably stay locked up in his room unless he absolutely needs something. Otherwise, he'll try to keep to places where you don't go.

He may warm up to you eventually but it'll take a lot longer than it'll take for others since he's as guarded as he is.

🎨Vincent🎨

Kids? He loves kids! Sweet little Vincent is probably the most eager to be around you besides Napo and Comte.

If you're interested in painting, he'll be incredibly happy. He's very helpful with tips and even lets you sit with him as he paints.

He'll be the absolute best big brother you could ever ask for besides Napo. I mean he does have experience being Theo's big brother.

 

🐶Theodorus🐶

He could pass on dealing with a kid. If Vincent is happy around you, then you're alright. Theo however just isn't too big on kids himself.

He does get a little jealous seeing Vincent being happy around you, but he's also very happy. All he wants is for Vincent to be happy.

Eventually though he'll start to realize that you see them both as older brothers and he'll try to start being as good a big brother to you as Vincent was to him.

🐦Dazai🐦

Did anyone say Uncle Dazai? Again he loves kids but probably isn't the best role model. And he absolutely adores being a big brother to you. Though that doesn't mean you're immune to his antics.

He loves to tease people, and that includes you so don't think he'll leave you alone because you're a child. You and Isaac are his favorites to tease after all.

🐑Sebastian🐑

How much he likes you honestly depends. Like he's probably really stressed from taling care of all the residents and you but if you don't cause him too much stress, he'll adore you.

If he bakes any sewers he'll let you have some fresh from the oven. But too many or you'll spoil your dinner. If Comte is a father figure then Sebastian is kind of like the mom.

He'll always say that you don't need to, but his heart will melt if you help him around the mansion anyway. 

🐱Leonardo🐱

As long as you don't mess up his work, Leo doesn't mind having you around. Though if you spot him napping somewhere, you can nap with him. He doesn't mind. 

Leo does really enjoy your company, no matter what he's doing and he's generally like a parent to you just like Comte and Sebastian. It's not rare to see you sitting in his lap while he's reading a book to you.

[clavissionary-position]

✦ beauty is in the eye of the beholder ✦

Old art I never officially posted. Technically unfinished but shhhh. I'm setting it free. Please don't repost.

[chevlvrs]

Save me pretty man with an eyepatch

[namine-somebodies-nobody]

I'm usually that person that has no idea what's going on.

- Jean D'Arc

[fang-and-feather]

Ikemen Vampire - Jean d'Arc x Vincent van Gogh x Reader

Words: 1,132

Summary: Jean can't help but still question his feelings for these two little lights that kept coming back to illuminate his life, but he also can't help but be drawn to them

Notes: this first chapter is a little angstier than my usual due to Jean's internal conflict. I don't know what possessed me while writing this one or to even have the idea to start this in this way...

Written for Polyam Shipping Day Prompt: Conflict from @polyamships

The Jean/Vincent pairing was inspired by @koco-coko (although I vaguely remember reading something with them on AO3, back before I was even a writer for this fandom) and I've been meaning to write it for a while, hope you don't mind me going along with the idea and that I went along with a xReader triad (is it a surprise to anyone at this point?)

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Jean had never been in love; he wasn’t sure what it felt like. But if he had to guess, that was exactly what he was feeling. He could give no other name to this.

Except that this couldn’t be love. Love was supposed to be such a pure feeling. This? This was temptation. Sin.

First sin was to fall in love with someone else’s woman.

You had been forced back through an incident; he didn’t expect you to return to what you had before, as if you had never left, but you did. What changed was for him when, by a twist of fate, Jean found himself spending a lot of time with you as you tried to teach him to write.

Vincent didn’t seem to mind so much. Although it wasn’t unusual for him to bring his sketchbook, sit at a distance and stay around until you were done. Jean felt a little guilty for taking so much of your time, but both of you were very reassuring whenever he voiced said guilt.

Then he found out what Vincent was so intently sketching. Most of his drawings were of you, but there were some of Jean himself.

Second sin was to fall in love with another man.

Vincent had already asked to paint Jean before, a little after Jean arrived at the mansion. He’d been a little insistent, until Theo got angry at Jean for continuously refusing his brother.

After the sketches, Vincent asked again, with you supporting him. And Jean couldn’t deny the two of you. Although you would say he didn’t need to, he thought it was a way he could repay you for all you were doing for him.

And that led to more time spent with both of you. And all the time spent with either of you was conflicting for Jean. You kept telling him how beautiful he was, or kind, or that he deserved forgiveness, deserved to live, and sometimes Jean caught himself wanting to believe.

Then he would realize his feelings once more, and how could he?

But was it still wrong when he wasn’t exclusively interested in him? When they would share a woman?

Probably.

Third sin was probably to fall in love with two people at the same time.

In fact, he wasn’t even sure if that was a sin, but it had to be wrong somehow. There was no way it was normal, and he would have judged it impossible had it not happened to him.

Was it so wrong, though? How could love be wrong?

Was it even love? How could a monster like him love someone?

He tried to run away then. From these questions. From your light and all its - in his mind, false - hope. He tried. But he was attracted to your light like a moth, and you reached back for him.

How could loving you be a sin, when you were so close to angels? That was how anyone would describe Vincent. And although that wasn’t attributed to you in words, they all loved you, and you were a light in everyone’s lives, helping each one of them heal from their own darkness.

But he was the one both of you chose to give your love to.

So, how could it be wrong? Would you make that choice even if it was wrong?

“Love is not a choice. Neither is it right nor wrong.” You spoke up, and Jean realized he’d asked it aloud.

“Is it another difference from your time?”

“My time is more accepting, but I won’t say it’s considered right. And maybe they’re right. Maybe it is wrong. But, as I said, it’s not a choice. Neither is it enough to condemn us.”

“I was conflicted too, when I started noticing these feelings. We’re not trying to say your views are wrong.” Vincent added. “We will understand if you don’t want to do this. But love is love, and our love is true. Never doubt that.”

Jean looked away from the two of you, with your bright, hopeful eyes and your all encompassing light, which was always too bright for him, but he couldn’t escape this time.

His gaze landed, unfortunately - or maybe fortunately, he would find out - on the painting Vincent had just presented him. The picture Jean thought looked nothing like him. Too bright. Too happy.

But Vincent said that was how he saw Jean, and doubting that would be doubting everything Vincent lived for. Because that was how Vincent painted; with that light he saw in everything.

“How do you know?”

“Because it is the same love we have for each other. I wasn’t sure it was possible, but this is the truth, and it will never change. But we’ll pretend this didn’t happen if you want to.”

“We just want to see you happy.” Vincent took one of his hands; his grip light enough for Jean to pull away if he wanted to.  “But we had to let you know. To see our side of the story.”He motioned at the painting with his other hand. “And I wanted you to see the you that we see. Beautiful, body and soul.”

This time you reached out, hand resting on his cheek, thumb wiping away a tear.

“And even if you step away now, we’ll still be your friends.” Your hand aliped down slowly, coming to rest on his chest. “We’ll protect your heart. Your light. For as long as you live. Because we’ll always love you, at the distance you deem appropriate.”

You always said such hopeful things to him, which made him feel happier every time. But now, his heart felt so full, almost overflowing with love for you.

A part of him still wanted to run and hide from all your light. All the hope. All the love he didn’t deserve, and that he wasn’t so sure it was right. Instead, he wrapped an arm around your waist, his hold on Vincent’s hand tightened, and he pulled both of you to him, then hugged you.

Maybe he was a fool for it, but he wanted to accept your love and tell you how he felt. He wanted to hope for the future by your side.

He couldn’t formulate the words right now. Maybe it would take some time before he could. But here, with you, he believed both of you had been sent into his life to give him a second chance.

Could he believe that? Could he dare hope for tomorrow? Would he really be forgiven?

Maybe he would always be conflicted like that, but you would always be there for him to reach out to whenever he had doubts. Whenever the darkness wanted to consume him again. The two people he loved more than anything.

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