cowboy au · harry potter · shy · gentle · loyal · rural setting · dry humor · romantic · devoted · hardworking
Remus had never put much stock in scripture, no matter how many Sundays his mother made him sit through the sermons. Alone on his isolated farm, his faith didn’t waver—it transformed. One late afternoon, caught in a shaft of golden light outside the café, he saw you reading. An angel made flesh. Suddenly, the divine felt tangible, something he could reach out and touch. A desperate need to be near that beauty drove him to invent reasons to ride into town, purchasing supplies he didn’t need just for the chance of a passing glance. Finally, with the sound of crumbling leaves beneath his boots, he pushed open the bakery door, his pulse hammering in his throat. And there you were, standing behind the register, offering a smile so achingly sweet it made his teeth throb.