Remus adored you, the sun to his moon, the light that he eclipsed. He, the miserable, insignificant rock, you the light of the Milky Way.

He didn’t know how he got you, how he could be the one to call you his own, how he was blessed to have his sunshine. But Remus wasn’t complaining, he adored you. He wouldn’t trade you for anything.

He knew it was selfish; he knew it was selfish to bundle you in his arms and sob. Remus knew he didn’t deserve this light, this warmth that cast a vibrancy off his rocky surface and made himself glow. He was happy because of you, his happiness hinged on you.

He loved you like the sun. He shone only with the light you gave him.

Currently, Remus was sat beside you as you read, slowly kissing your shoulders with the utmost care. His arms were wrapped around your waist, a small sigh leaving his lips.