I'm Yours

I'm Yours
By LadyVoldemort87


You touch these tired eyes of mine
And map my face out line by line
And somehow growing old feels fine
I listen close for I'm not smart
You wrap you thoughts in works of art
And they're hanging on the walls of my heart

They lay side by side, him in peaceful slumber, her awake. It was the night after the full moon, and he was exhausted. She couldn’t help but look at him as he slept, his handsome face cut once again, a smooth gash gracing his cheek. She ran her fingers down the now healing cut, and he sighed underneath her hand, his warm breath hitting the palm of her hand. She raised her hand to touch the fine hair that grew upon his cheek, not seeing the scars that marred his features, but the man underneath. She traced the elegant slope of his nose, causing Remus to twitch underneath her finger tips. She could never find anyone else who could understand her like he did. She could feel the light crackles of magic dancing under her finger tips as she touched him, their bond coming into play. He still had the ability to take her breath away with just one touch, no other could do that.

She was his.

His arm came out, to wrap itself around her waist and he opened his bright, clear blue eyes to look at her. He could no longer see the young girl whom he had once taught Defence Against the Dark Arts to, but the beautiful woman she had become. She was a powerful, awe inspiring witch, yet she chose to give her heart to him. They had both been left, broken and alone after the battle of Hogwarts, Remus left without his wife, Hermione without Ron. Yet here they lay together, against any obstacle that life would dare to throw at them, and he knew he was lucky to have her. She had firmly imbedded herself within the walls of his heart, and now instead of seeing darkness in his path, he seen her, shining like a beacon of light, guiding him, loving him.

His days before her love, had been dark, and Remus seldom thought of life before her. She has comforted him when he needed it and cared for him, even though he insisted he didn’t need it. She needed someone to care about, he realised. Even before he loved her, he cared. He always had, even when she had been a school girl, battling Dark Lords and Death Eaters, she had always been there in the back of his mind. She had been the most compassionate person he had ever known, one that had reached out time and time again to him, when he needed it. Only later on, years maybe did he come to love her.

I may not have the softest touch
I may not say the words as such
And though I may not look like much
I'm yours
And though my edges may be rough
And never feel I'm quite enough
It may not seem like very much
But I'm yours

He placed his rough, calloused fingers on the softness of her cheek, and closed his eyes, breathing in her soft vanilla and cinnamon scent. The scent that always felt like home. She kept him grounded, kept him sane. She had gave him the will to love again. Thiers was a relationship that had burned over time, everyone else seeing what they couldn’t. Remus could remember the exact moment he fell in love with her, he could still remember the scent of the shampoo she used to wash her hair the night before.

He had returned from a mission for the Order, in which they were rounding up the last remaining Death Eaters. He had returned broken, and gravely injured. He awoke the next day, to find her there, waiting for him to wake up, cleansing his wounds, weeping softly, begging him to wake up. Her hand was resting upon his heart, when he heard her whisper the words he never thought he would hear from another again. She loved him, and it was then at that moment he realised what his heart had known for a long while. He loved her.

The only thing that had kept him from coming to her, was the thoughts that he may not be what she needed in her life, he was jaded, older and much less wiser than she, despite what she said. Remus felt as if she had placed him upon a pedestal from which he was bound to fall. All he had for himself, were the clothes on his back and a small amount of money in his vault. What could a beautiful young woman like her possibly see in him? She had told him, she didn’t want material possessions, galleons, or lavish gifts. She wanted his love, nothing more, nothing less.

You heeled these scars over time
Embraced my soul
You loved my mind
You're the only angel in my life
The day news came my best friend died
My knees went week and you saw me cry
Say I'm still the soldier in your eyes

He could still sometimes see the young girl from the Department of Mysteries, the one who had looked upon him, eyes filled with grief and sympathy, as Harry tore away from him and charged after Bellatrix Lestrange. She saw him that day, on his knees, his eyes filled with angry tears. Losing Sirius was the hardest thing he had ever been through. He had a young Harry to guide now that his godfather was gone, it was all on his shoulders. Although he loved Harry, he was his best friends son, he knew he could only hope to be to him what Sirius once was.

So even now, as she looked him squarely in the eye, he could only see the love she had for him shining brightly back at him. He had been blessed to have her in his life, by his side, when the darkness threatened to consume him. The day Fenrir Greyback had been captured, he howled high to the covered moon, rejoicing at the capture of his Alpha. He was ruled no longer by the beast but lead by the soldier he was, or so she called him. Her soldier, her warrior, the man she loved, mind, body and soul.

I may not have the softest touch
I may not say the words as such
And though I may not look like much
I'm yours
And though my edges may be rough
And never feel I'm quite enough
It may not seem like very much
But I'm yours

Remus shifted as he felt the subtle movement underneath his hand, his hand skimmed the gentle curve of her stomach where his daughter grew. They had been blessed with a baby the year after they where married, and the precious miracle growing in her stomach was their second child, Remus’ third. Sirius Severus Lupin was almost 3 years old, and like his namesake to no end, he adored his older turquoise haired brother, Teddy. Mini marauder’s to the core, and Remus couldn’t have been more proud of his little family. She was a wonderful mother to Teddy, even thought maternally he wasn’t hers, but he knew Dora would be happy her son was healthy and happy, and loved.

He knew nothing could take Hermione from him, she was the mate to his wolf. He had marked her barely 9 months into their relationship, their passion still fresh and new. The wolf inside of him had called to him, longing to bite her, to show the world that no one else could ever lay a finger on her. She wore his mark with pride.

I may not have the softest touch
I may not say the words as such
I know I don't fit in that much
But I'm yours

They weren’t the most conventional couple, but they loved each other. They didn’t fit in with most people, or even most places but they didn’t pay it no mind. They overcame trouble and strife, to form a bond that could not be broken. 5 years down the line, their love as strong as ever, no words where needed, because after all, the only words he ever needed were the ones that were on the edge of his tongue.

“I’m Yours.”

And he would be, forever.

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Lyrics by The Script.

You touch these tired eyes of mine
And map my face out line by line
And somehow growing old feels fine
I listen close for I'm not smart
You wrap you thoughts in works of art
And they're hanging on the walls of my heart

I may not have the softest touch
I may not say the words as such
And though I may not look like much
I'm yours
And though my edges may be rough
And never feel I'm quite enough
It may not seem like very much
But I'm yours

You heeled these scars over time
Embraced my soul
You loved my mind
You're the only angel in my life
The day news came my best friend died
My knees went week and you saw me cry
Say I'm still the soldier in your eyes

I may not have the softest touch
I may not say the words as such
And though I may not look like much
I'm yours
And though my edges may be rough
And never feel I'm quite enough
It may not seem like very much
But I'm yours

I may not have the softest touch
I may not say the words as such
I know I don't fit in that much
But I'm yours