remus couldn’t seem to remember a time where he wasn’t in love with you. you’d just always been there, and you’d always had something that pulled him in, be that physical or, more likely, mental.

now is one of those moments where he’s reminded of that fact. you’re drunkenly dancing around his kitchen, screaming the lyrics to a queen song he couldn’t quite focus on. your hair is messy and a little ragged, not unlike the shirt you were wearing. one of his, naturally.