#brief wolftstar

[theyrealllesbians]

"Oi, mate, you're getting a bit creepy over there" Remus punctuated his statement with a kick to James's ankle. A low blow, literally. James shrieked a little and grabbed at his foot.

"Barely. That guy's the creepy one" He nodded over to a guy stood at the bar, at least 20 feet away from Regulus, simply looking at Regulus and Sirius dancing. "Does it not piss you off? Guys looking at them in such a... predatory way?" James wafted his hands around as if that would help him put across his point any better.

"Not really. I know Sirius is hot, so it's always gonna happen. Besides I know he can handle himself if anyone goes too far. Obviously I don't love it, but I just let it be I guess" Remus shrugs nonchalantly. James wished he could be as chilled out as Remus, but he just couldn't. The fire in his chest simply would not die down and before he knew it he was knocking back the rest of his rum and coke before pushing himself up from the booth they were sat at.

He quickly covered the 15 or so feet that he was away from Regulus before grabbing him by the hips and spinning him into his chest. "Sorry pads, stealing this one for a bit." Sirius only looked mildly bewildered before he shrugged and went to where Remus was in the booth.

"What the hell?" Regulus asked, pulling back so that he could actually look at James.

"Nothing!" James answered too defensively. "I just wanted to dance with you."

He spun Regulus around again, earning a hit to the chest and a mumbled "you're gonna make me motion sick if you don't cut it out mister". James ground lightly into Regulus's arse, keeping both hands firmly planted on his hips.

Regulus hummed softly, tangling his fingers in the back of James's hair whispering "what's this really about?"

"Guys kept staring at you. Didn't like it." James pouted, shoving his face into Regulus's neck to pepper kisses up and down his neck.

"You're an idiot" Regulus smiled, grabbing James's left hand and entwining their fingers before grinding back into him.

"Your idiot." James reminded him.

"Of course baby. You're my idiot. All mine." He placed a quick kiss on James's palm before carrying on dancing, both ignoring everyone else but each other.

[mydarlingdearestdead]

Devotion

Remus Lupin found himself with a lot of extra time post-war. It wasn't that he missed bloodshed, or the constant state of fear, he even found it quite entertaining to watch Regulus and James dance around each other on occasion. At least they understood the weight laying between them wasn't going away without discussion, that's what Sirius said.

Speaking of Sirius, he had taken to doing everything he couldn't during the war. Pestering Regulus was, perhaps, his favourite past time since their relationship had started resembling something close to family once more. After that, he immensely enjoyed muggle movies. Musicals in particular.

Remus didn't know where Sirius had first heard of Grease, or why he'd watched it over a dozen times.

He tolerated it for weeks in favour not upsetting the balance they held, but that all went to hell when Sirius broke away from him during a kiss to whisper "I'm hopelessly devoted to you."

Remus groaned, pushing Sirius away. "Love, we need to talk about... something." Sirius flashed him a look of bewilderment, his satisfied smirk fading.

"I- It's just... well, the Grease thing, Sirius."

Sirius gasped like he'd received a mortal wound, "Are you telling me you don't adore Olivia Newton Jon? Surely not my moony, moonbean, moonagedaydream, moonshine, mooncake, moonsy, moonpie?"

Remus smothered another groan in Sirius' hair, internally giving in. He could take a couple of Grease references, and even sacrifice a few evenings of his life to torturous viewings if it made Sirius happy.

@wolfstarmicrofic