wolfstar oneshots 💕 (Finished)

82. Artist pt 2

Song idea: I Like Me Better -Lauv

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After the embarrassing confession, Sirius and Remus got together. They were this cute campus couple that bickered like reunited incarnations of soulmates.

Fast forward after university, Remus landed a sweet architect design job while Sirius was a solid sculptor. His work already in the neighborhood park. Coincidence or not, Remus' designs will always get paired with a Sirius sculpture.

They lived in a classic apartment. Sirius once pitched in an idea to move to Paris since its the city of Art. Remus said to wait a little longer so they can be filthy rich when they land in France. Sirius couldn't agree more.

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Saturdays were downtime for the both of them. Always sparing that day off for each other. (Well, unless the job was urgent or makes a lot of cha ching.) Today, to remember old times, Sirius brought his easel out and a piece of fabric.

This won't turn NSFW, but Sirius already seen Remus in his birthday suit countless of times. The man had a habit of walking around "forgetting" he didn't wear much to bed. Then again, Remus never heard a complaint from Sirius. 

"Draw me like one of your French girls." Remus said overdramatically, draping himself over Sirius's shoulder as he cleaned his work space.

"C'mon love on the sofa. The lighting's just perfect." Sirius kissed his knuckles.

Remus chuckled and pressed his lips to Sirius' temple before sitting down on the velvet sofa. He leaned back and elongated his legs but still maintaining his relaxed position.

"God you're beautiful." Sirius murmured.

Remus flushed. "You're looking at me like that day in Art class."

"I was love sick." He added, "Still am."  

Charcoal dirtied Sirius' fingers as his hooded eyes fluttered from his paper to Remus. He doesn't know if it was the soft music in the background or the golden hour turning Remus' hair into threads of pure gold. Or the pink of his lips or the way his eyelashes swept as he blinked.

He was whipped and that's for sure.  After what felt like days to Remus' joints, he stood up and went behind the easel. He let Sirius' arm guide him to his lap as they awed at Sirius' creation.

"You made me look way prettier than I really am." Remus cracked a grin. His fingers lightly brushing on the paper. 

Sirius playfully pinched his stomach. "You're the prettiest human ever. I'll fight you on this." 

That made Remus squirm in ticklish.  "Stop it Sirius ! I'm gonna fall off!"

The hold around his waist tightened with Sirius hooking his chin on his shoulder. "I wish I can make you see yourself from my eyes Remus."

He nuzzled his nose to Remus' neck. "Sometimes people don't realize how beautiful they are, inside and out, until someone else mirrors them. Even then, they don't believe." He ended his little thought with a kiss on Remus' freckle.

Remus wanted to hug the life out of Sirius.  Instead, he hopped off and headed to the kitchen. "For my hard working artist, I bought your favorite lemon custard cake." 

He pulled the plate and sat himself back down. "Cmon I'll feed you, your hands must be tired."

Sirius, with a smile, never complained. The first bite was heavenly. Sweet meringue mixed with a tinge or fresh zest.  He hummed in content as Remus wiped the excess whipped cream off his lips.

He then landed a kiss on Sirius' cheek. "Thank you, for making me love myself more. "

"Then give me a proper kiss damn it."