where a girl paints how she feels and gets found out. 𝙤𝙧 where loki hawthorne loses her most secret artwork and it ends up in the hands of the last people she ever wanted to see it. ➪ "tell us what this one is" "that one is about the day i fell in love with the two of you."

the stains that blotched their shirts were different; his from spilled coffee and hers from accidental cigarette burns. however, the stains on their bodies matched so beautifully. the red hickeys ethereally nested on her collarbones blending with the purple love bites trailing up his neck. [r. lupin] [highest: #60 fanfiction, #1 remuslupin] [warning: contains tobacco use & mature references]