#maddy writes

Rafayel checks his phone and almost believes he died. Reading over your message again, you call him a name he hasn’t heard in centuries.

“Where are you?”

He texts back, no dramatics, just straight to the point, already rushing out of whatever he’s doing and straight to his car. He needs to see you in person to know whether you actually remember.

Once he arrives to your apartment, he rushes up the stairs, heart almost beating out of his chest as he does so. His hand stops just short of opening the door, scared it’s just some weird coincidence. Scared that he’s all worked up over the possibility that you remember and he’s wrong. Scared that now that you remember, perhaps you don’t want him.

As his hand turns the knob, he sees you sat on your couch, eyes flickering to his face. You’re eyes red from crying as you look up at him with a new found sense of recollection.

You knew.

Rafayel rushes to you, embracing you so tightly as if you might disappear if he doesn’t. He’s barely able to suppress his own tears as you babble off apologies for forgetting and making him wait this long. He reassures you that it’s fine, that he loves you whether you remember or not.

The rest of the night is spent tangled into each others grasps whispering reassurances to one another.

The first time Remus says ‘I love you’ he doesn’t mean it. Sirius knows he doesn’t mean it because he’s half-asleep, fresh off the back of a full moon and obviously a little dopey from the pain potions. 

Sirius sits on the hospital bed next to him, recounting the day's events that Remus missed, Remus absentmindedly playing with Sirius’ hands while he talks—tracing random patterns on his skin with sluggish fingers. 

The hand-holding is new. It may be Sirius’ favourite thing about the recent development in their friendship. Or maybe it’s the kissing. Or the cuddling. It’s all his favourite. 

“You doing okay there, moonbeam?” (The pet names are also new and a contender for favourite thing.)

Remus’ eyes flicker up, lagging a moment behind with a hazy, lopsided smile. “M’okay.”

“You seem a little tired.”

Remus scrunches his face, gives an exaggerated shrug. Whatever Pomfrey pumped him up on has sent him halfway to Twinkle Town and it would be hilarious if he wasn’t so damn cute.

Sirius kicks off his shoes, swings his legs up onto the bed and Remus responds immediately. Despite all his gangly long limbs, Remus sleeps like a limpet. Curls into Sirius’ side and clings steadfast to him.

It comes as a muffled, half-asleep whisper as Remus drifts off. So quiet that Sirius isn’t sure he heard it properly.

‘I love you.’

And it's still early days, too early into their relationship to know for sure. (Except Sirius is sure, has been sure for ages.) And it is clearly some half-conscious ramblings that don’t mean anything and that Remus won’t remember.

THEN BOY DO I HAVE THE THING FOR YOU!

it's a series. :) sniles at you. martian loves come get your food.

Relationship: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin

Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Post-POA, Lie Low At Lupin's, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Character Study

Summary:

Shall they return to beating of great bells A few, a few, too few for drums and yells May creep back, silent, to village well

this request is from sooo long ago and idk here it is

-george is OBSESSED with your neck. it’s honestly his favorite thing

-he just thinks the skin is so soft and warm

-and he loves how it smells too

-but most of all, george loves the way you react to him touching you there.

-even if it’s just his hand brushing a piece of your hair back and his fingers happen to graze your neck… you’re melting

-and when he ever so gently pressed his lips under your jawline, it’s over

-george just can’t get enough of the little sigh you do every time he takes you into his hands and kisses your neck

- his kisses are gentle and almost attentive

-they get sloppier and smoother, and soon you feel his teeth barely graze against your skin

-it makes you squirm a little bit, and george notices.

-i mean, we’ve all seen george’s teeth but boy oh boy does he know how to use them

-he’ll leave little love bites and nip gently at your neck

-he knows it’s your favorite thing

-he’ll pull back, while keeping eye contact with you and smiling ever so slightly

could you do some headcanons for an artist!reader that really sees beauty in gyutaro and spends SO MUCH TIME drawing him? or even paints a picture of him? and how would all that situation go????

AAAAA ANON ILY!!!! this is exactly the kinda shit we need😩🙌🏼

as an artist myself I FUCKIN LOVE THIS IDEA, SO HERE WE GO—

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Gyuutarou (+ Daki) with an artist!reader (sfw)

• first of all, Gyuutarou would seriously question your taste AND your sanity

• he would get extremely suspicious of you too.. is that just a backhanded way of mocking him? why else would you want to waste your time drawing someone as ugly as him??

• you’re trying to explain to him that there’s more than one kind of beauty, and that in your eyes he holds a certain kind of beauty too, but everything you say sounds wayyy too absurd for him, so he’s far from convinced

• it’s not just him either, Daki would probably feel a shift of the force and immediately demand for you to draw her instead

• as compromise, you‘d ask both of them to be your models, most likely with Daki being planted on Gyuutarou‘s shoulders

• not wanting to disappoint either you or his sister, Gyuutarou eventually complies

• holding still is not exactly Daki’s strong suit, so it would inevitably end up in a sibling quarrel

• "Hold still dammit!! You’re heavy enough as is"

• "Haaah?? It’s not my fault that you have no meat on your bones, toothpick!!"

• luckily you had the sketch down already, so you could do without them posing for the rest of the process

• though you‘d probably still want them around for reference

• Daki is hella impatient, so she would constantly keep nagging you about just how long it‘ll still take you to finish

• meanwhile Gyuutarou just quietly and patiently watches you paint (if you let him), fascinated by the way every colorful stroke would breathe life into the previously plain sketch

• in fact, he’s so quiet and is sitting so still that you keep forgetting he’s even there, so whenever he would shift his "weight" (what weight tho-😭), you‘d most likely get startled and flinch

• you’d try to not let it show, but he definitely picks up on it every time and apologizes ceaselessly, probably mumbling about how useless and unnecessary he is

• which could go two ways.. either you stop him by talking back at and comforting him orrrr by splashing paint on him.

• both has proven to be quite effective, but the surprise effect of the paint attack surely proved to be superior

• pillow fights? lame. PAINT FIGHTS IS WHERE IT‘S AT

• Daki would most likely stay out of it and use her belt as shield, refusing to get stained by some dirty old paint

• meanwhile Gyuutarou LIVES for the mess

• he’s used to being dirty and filthy, but this is on an entirely different level

• no one else has ever wanted to get near him because of it, but here you were, actually laughing with him instead of at him

• bonus points if you actually sit back down and finish the painting before even bothering to get cleaned up

• once you’re actually done, Gyuutarou is still not sold on the idea of him being part of the painting‘s motif, but he wouldn’t dare complain again since you put so much work into it

• he most definitely won’t be able to let go of his self-hatred anytime soon, but your drawings and paintings of him sure make him feel appreciated to no end

• Daki on the other hand would complain about every little detail that you got "wrong" in your painting of her ("My nose doesn’t look like that!"), but you genuinely don’t really mind