Send “slurred words” to hear my muse describe yours whilst ridiculously drunk.

Fenrir stared across the table, his green eyes intently focused on the young man before him -- drinking in the sight of him, of every inch of him as he sat squirming opposite of him. After a long, silent moment, Fenrir’s lips tilted upwards. The grin carried the air of a predator, his dark eyes and bulky stature doing nothing to minimize that. Not that he’d want to.

When Remus had come to him, he’d been caught off guard. He wasn’t an idiot; he knew that a werewolf would always feel a strong connection to their alpha and their sire, but Remus had always been so good at resisting it. At pretending to be human. He also knew that denial wasn’t good for the soul -- perhaps Remus had realized this too.

💋  for what my muse would say to the person trying to woo your muse.

There’s a lot of people at the pub for a Wednesday night, but Sirius hardly notices since his eyes focused on - and only on - a pretty, pale neck he just wants to go over and kiss. He wonders what it is about Remus that makes him so damn addictive, because they see each other every single day (they live together, after all) yet he still can’t seem to get enough of him. He’s waiting at the front of the bar for the bartender to make their drinks while Remus is sitting at one of the tables, when he notices a tall, good looking man with bright blue eyes approaching Remus. The man doesn’t bother asking if Remus is with anyone and instead, sits in the empty chair at their table.

His gut reaction, of course, is annoyance. Sirius already has half a mind to go over and tell the other man to back off, but he knows Remus can handle himself. So he watches, annoyance slowly turning into amusement as blue eyes starts to chat up his boyfriend. The music’s too loud and there are far too many people around him to properly listen in to their conversation, but by the looks of it, he’s telling Remus how much he likes his jacket (and Sirius scoffs, because that’s his jacket) and offering to buy him a drink. Sirius doesn’t know if Remus is too nice to say no or is genuinely oblivious to the fact that this man is looking for more than a friendly chit-chat, but he almost feels bad for the other man. 

His fingers are tapping a song into the counter when their drinks finally come out, and with a whiskey in one hand and a gin-and-tonic in the other, Sirius lazily saunters over to Remus and his new company, practically slamming the drinks onto the table as he arrives. No one ever said he wasn’t a drama queen. 

“That’s what you get for falling in love.”

Marlene couldn’t help the laugh, shaking her head slightly and taking another gulp of the friendly amber liquid. Sometimes, Remus really could be a downer, not that Marlene was ever really better. A lot of the time she could be so much worse. She didn’t say anything for a while, thinking about what he’d said. “I don’t think that love is meant to be like that. War fucks everything up and love, as precious as we make it out to be, can’t escape it. Just like none of us can.”

Even hearing those words from herself made her face contort into a strange parody of her normal features, laughing at herself. “Jesus, I’ve really had too much to drink. I sound like a more depressing version of Kate Bush.” She tapped a rhythm out on the bar before glancing sideways at her friend.

James had to physically swallow his laugh. It made him look constipated for a few precious seconds. Screwing his face up as he tried really hard not to lose it. Shaking his head, all the way down to his toes– waving his hands and limbs erratically. He calmly released a loud breath, planting both hands firmly on his friends shoulders, resting his forehead against his where the hook of smile teased back on his lips. 

“They are tea leaves,” he whispered with intent to remain serious. Because clearly Remus believed whatever it was he was reading in the randomly laid leaves inside his teacup. But he couldn’t help but love the worried expression on his friends face. It was so terribly adorable. “And I will save you Moony– I’d fight tooth and nail for you.” He turned dramatically, rolling off the cushion in deviation with a glamoured prideful stance in the middle of the classroom. 

“Mr. Potter sit down!”

“For I can not!! You see the damage is done…my friend can not be saved. And James Potter must let his beloved partner in crime know–” he pulled out his book, holding it up to a page for everyone to see. Turning in a circle until Remus could see it as well. “That his tea leaves read not that he will perish a death of fire and brimstone but that he will suffer with gas so explosive he will be tormented into staying in his bed FOR ALL ETERNITY! OH SAVE HIM!!! WHAT EVER WILL I DO WITH OUT HIM!!” 

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