Owo requests? Then could I get a headcanon with at least Ray and Zero with a mc that's a great artist and they find drawings of themselves? This may or may not be shameless self insert ĂČwĂł Idk if this has been already made ;;w;; if it has then sorry
Here you go! Kinda made this Christmas themed because I was writing this near Christmas...Also, may or may not have added in Sirius for @lovingsiriusoswald LMAO
I hope you like this! đ
Ray, Zero and Sirius finding drawings of themselves drawn by S/O
Ray Blackwell
As you briskly walked past him in the corridor, he was just about to call out your name when a slip of paper fell from the bundle of papers in your hands.
âHey, you dropped something!â Whipping your head around to the sound of his voice, your eyes widened as he picked up the piece of paper and flipped it around.
âWait, Ray I-â His eyes widened. Oh! It was a drawing. It was...a drawing of him. And it was absolutely beautiful. You werenât sure which drawing did you drop, but judging from his reaction, it might be the portrait of him. You started to shuffle through the stack of papers in your hands to look for the portrait.
âAww, you have a crush on me?â You looked up. That confirms your suspicions. A smile made its way onto your face even as you rolled your eyes at him. Cheeky little bastard. âRay, weâre dating.â You held out your hand, gesturing to the paper he held in his hands. He chuckled. âA kiss in exchange for your drawing back.â
You planted a kiss on his lips softly, a hand reaching out to snatch the drawing back, but what you did not expect was him to cage you in with his arms. He grinned at you mischievously, but his gaze on you was full of love. Gently, he cupped your face and stroked your cheek slowly with his thumb. âYouâre amazing, do you know that? The drawing looks incredible.â
Smiling softly, he kissed you once more before letting you go. âIâll see you later.â He winked.
Seeing that he made you blush, he canât help but smile like a fool in love as he made his way to his office. Well, he is head over heels for you, so... that isnât wrong. The mere thought of spending tonight with you made him put in twice the effort into working, even though he hates paperwork. He canât help it. Donât get him wrong, he loves the Black Army, but spending Christmas Eve with you is different, in a good way. Itâs the way you smile at him as you cozy up to him, the way your eyes twinkle when you receive presents...Oh, no, heâs getting off track. He shook his head to try to clear his thoughts of you. He smiled. It never really works, does it? But he doesnât mind that, not even one bit.
Zero
Zero knocked on your door again. You told him to meet you at 11 pm tonight, in your room, but there was no response from the other side of the door. It was Christmas Eve after all, and you wanted to spend some time with Zero. He frowned slightly, debating whether should he let himself into your room. Thinking that you mightâve fallen asleep, the first thought on his mind was to let you rest, but he knew how disappointed you would get if you found out that youâve missed spending time with him in the morning.
He opened the door. To his surprise, you were nowhere to be seen. A book was left open on your bed. Stepping closer to your bed, the drawings on your book, which he now recognized as your sketchbook, seemed oddly familiar...they look like...him!
A blush spread across his cheeks when he realized that these were all portraits of him. âZero?â A familiar voice called out from behind him.
He jumped in surprise. Turning his head towards the doorway, which you now stood at, holding two mugs of hot chocolate, he looked like a deer caught in headlights. âIâm..Iâm sorry. I didnât mean to peekâŠâ
Confused at why heâs so flustered, you set down the mugs and looked at which page youâve left your sketchbook open at. Oh no! It was the portraits of him. Feeling your face heating up, you averted your gaze from his face. âYou...you donât mind? That Iâve been drawing youâŠ?â
âNo, no...of course not...Iâm, honoured to be your museâŠâ He thinks that your drawings are beautiful, and he would happily be your muse any day, heâs just really flattered at the moment. You kissed him on the cheek and handed him a mug of hot chocolate.
The two of you ended up cuddling on your bed, covered with a fluffy blanket, just talking about anything that came to mind, waiting until the clock strikes twelve to exchange your presents for each other. In this moment, Zero thinks that life canât get more perfect than this, having the person he loves in his arms safe and sound, and he feels so relaxed. So happy. So...loved.
Sirius Oswald
Lately, heâs been seeing you with your sketchbook in hand, sitting outside of the Black Army headquarters, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as your pencil moves across the paper, but every time he approached you, you would shoo him away. While itâs undeniable that heâs slightly curious about what youâre drawing, however, he will never push you until youâre ready to show him.
On Christmas Eve, he found a neatly wrapped gift on his bed, after returning from his duties from the kitchen. He recognized your handwriting immediately, on the card that was tucked gracefully underneath the ribbon of the gift. It read, âMerry Christmas, Sirius.â. Smiling fondly, he removed the card from the gift, fingers lightly ghosting over your letters before turning it over to find your signature on the back of the card.
He let his gaze linger on your signature for a while, savouring the way you sign your name, before delicately pulling off the ribbon to unwrap the gift. It was...a book? He wondered why you gave him a notebook. Flipping it open, heâs surprised to find a portrait of him staring back at him, with a short message below the drawing, explaining that it was a collection of flowers you have seen throughout Cradle, and you hope that this will be a good use to him especially when it comes to cataloguing flowers. Sirius adores the portrait of him, heâs really impressed with how pretty the drawing is. Heâs known for some time that you can draw really well, but you never fail to amaze him every single time.
Flipping through the book, heâs realised that youâve provided ample space beside every drawing for him to write down his notes. Each and every drawing was absolutely gorgeous, detailed and he loved that you even provided an index!
He took a look at the clock. It was almost midnight. The Queen of Spades got up from where he sat, picked up his present for you before he walked over to your room. When you answered the door, you were greeted with an embrace, with a kiss planted on top of your head. Mumbling his thanks, he rests his chin on your head, before presenting you with your Christmas present. As you smile happily up at him, Sirius is certain that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you. Youâre thoughtful, caring, and you make him feel so loved. Sometimes, he felt like he didnât deserve you. But you chose him. You chose him, over and over again, without hesitation. Heâll do his best. If youâre certain you want him, heâll do everything that he can to make you happy.
