Title:
Loved
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Summary: It's times
like these he doesn't hate himself, when he realises, despite
everything, he's loved anyway.
It was just after the full moon, when he would wake up in the Shrieking shack covered in bruises, a blanket and an increasingly warm Sirius Black that he felt the happiest. Arms wrapped around him protectively, face nuzzling into his shoulder, when the others left before dawn. Didn't want to get caught, they said, but Sirius just smiled and stayed anyway. He said it didn't matter if he did, it would be worth it.
The sun would rise like warmth in his stomach, Sirius would break chocolate from a bar in his back pocket and hand him some. They'd sit against one another, talking, not talking, for hours. Until Remus would get uncomfortable and Sirius would pull clothes out of his bag for him and help him carefully button his shirt.
He liked those moments the most, they were the only time he didn't hate what he was; the only time he felt loved, regardless.