Sunlight poured through the blinds like hands clawing for the coziness of your bedroom. Rays gripped the bedsheets like a vice and warmed them comfortingly.

Remus was asleep beside you, his brown haired tousled by sleep, dribble smeared down his cheek and sleepy dust accumulated in the corners of his closed eyes. There was an odd beauty to him like this; even despite the snores.

You were pressed close to his chest, his arms securely wrapped around you. You had no reason to get up, no alarm set, it was a Saturday and you both planned to sleep in.

You took a moment to admire him, every silver scar, every lash tucked into his eyelid, every blemish— it was all perfect. All Remus.

And he was entirely yours.