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Log; Complete
When; BACKDATED. Morning of the 19th ('what might have been' day)
Rating; PG for magical crossdressing?
Characters; Sirius Black [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sirius_danger] & Remus Lupin [chocoholicremus]
Summary; Sirius wakes up to a Remus that would have been had he never been bitten by the werewolf. Thankfully, he's not allergic to makeup!
Log;
Stretching slowly as he awoke, Remus cracked open one eye, seeing Sirius scant inches away from him, and a slight flush colored his cheeks. This was definitely one of the better ways to wake up, he thought. Though, he was the only one awake, as Sirius was still quite heavily in the depths of dreams. The other boy had always been a sound sleeper, and quite reluctant to relinquish his hold on the land of Morpheus.
Just then, an idea occurred to Remus, a brilliant, awful, wonderful idea. It wasn't fair of him to take advantage of the situation, but really, when hadn't any of them done just that, all in the favor of playing a prank on one another? That sealed the deal for Remus, and he carefully slipped out from under Sirius' outflung arm, making sure that the bed didn't shift enough to awaken its occupant. It was then a simple matter of grabbing his wand and whispering a few choice spells. With luck, Sirius wouldn't realize what was the matter until someone else saw him, or until he looked in the mirror. Then, he was sure, all hell would break loose, but it would be completely worth it.
Sirius muttered something in his dream, hearing it louder and clearer than anything else that had gone on so far. Realizing that the words had actually been spoken outside of his own dreamland, he cracked one bleary eye open. A pajama-clad Remus swam into view.
"You didn't hear that." He informed the boy, who looked immensely pleased about something. Sirius blinked; when was the last time he'd seen that look in Remus' eyes? The glint of mischief and fun that promised possible detention or beheading?
"What's going on then?" Sirius asked, thinking Remus had an idea. "What are you up to, eh?"
Cocking an eyebrow curiously, Remus grinned even wider and blinked his eyes in mock-innocence. "Hear what? Something possibly embarrassing or incriminating? Or both?" He couldn't help but laugh a bit, between the sight that Sirius made after his...improvements, and his teasing, there really was no better way for time to be spent. Though it was just as much fun with the other Marauders there, just not in the same way as when it was just him and Sirius.
"Up to? Haven't the foggiest clue of what you're on about there, Sirius. Why would I be up to something?" Why indeed? Except for the fact that they were always up to something, and Remus especially relied on his quick mind and knowledge of Muggle and magical things to think of new tricks and pranks, which tended to leave Slytherin all the worse for the wear, while still keeping the house points they earned. The devilish glint in his eyes - something only Sirius, Peter and James knew for what it truly meant - was what gave him away, though.
Something odd was happening. Sirius couldn't tell if something was tightening or releasing in his chest, but there was something to Remus' words, his voice... A strange sort of thrill, not the sort that would flare up and leave you with a nice afterglow, but the kind that seemed to just keep growing even after it's overwhelmed you, began to take a hold of him.
Remus, he realized, was happy. Simply happy, and nothing was interfering or making him question it. A slow smile, one of the more sincere, uncontrollable ones tugged at his lips.
"Because," Sirius said, ignoring Remus' remark on his sleep talking, "I know you, and I know that look. You've thought of something." It must have really been something if Remus had gotten this into it.
It really was getting harder and harder to ignore how Sirius looked, but Remus persevered if only to not give away his little trick just yet. He had to admit, though, only Sirius would look somewhat becoming in garish makeup and his hair done in dozens of little braids and clips and other feminine acoutrements. If he only wore briefs rather than boxers, he might have gone further with his little trick, but that would have made Sirius aware of just what he had done, and that would ruin the surprise.
"Mmm," Remus murmured, shrugging a shoulder carelessly. "Maybe I just woke up in an especially good mood. Though the idea of a nice prank sounds wonderful. Something big, really big, and absolutely brilliant." He thought about this for a moment, considering the logistics, and various ideas, and frowned. "Though, the what and the how are a bit lacking. Could always torment Jamie, I suppose," he perked up again at this idea, having been working on a tricky little hex that would be fun to try out on their friend first.
Remus? Big, brilliant pranks? When did he actively seek these things out? He was good at thinking them up, which never failed to surprise them, but it was rare that he bothered to. A familiar sense of wrong-footedness settled over him like a thin blanket.
It was when he licked his lips that he noticed the thick, filmy feel to his skin was not the normal slightly-unclean morning feeling he sometimes woke up with. Rubbing his mouth, he pulled his hand away to find a horrible, bright red smearing of lipstick streaked across the back of his hand. Yelping slightly, he shot a quick look of disbelief and confusion before bolting for the bathroom.
"AUUUGH!" The wail could probably be heard throughout the entire building, quickly followed by shouts of "SCOURIGIFY!" and "Get OFF, you bloody-"
Then, Sirius skidded back out of the bathroom, stock still, the few ribbons that remained in his hair mussed and tangled as he glared daggers at Remus.
"You know," He growled out over a strangled laugh, "For being such a girl, you sure don't know how to put on make up. THIS," A wave of his wand found Remus in awful shades of deep pink and purple, "is really more like it."
The dawning realization on Sirius' face a moment before he dashed out of the room was all that was needed to send Remus off into a gale of laughter, falling back onto the bed and giggling, having gotten the exact reaction he had been looking for. It was just a shame that no one else had gotten to see Sirius in all his glory, before he went on a scourgifying spree.
When Sirius came back, Remus had calmed down to a few, scattered chuckles, but he started again full-force at the lone, bedraggled bows and ribbons, and a small, sparkly clip that dangled from the ends of his hair. It really was priceless. In fact, it took him a moment to register just what Sirius had done to him, but when it did, heavily-mascaraed amber eyes widened in shock, and then narrowed, glittering with determination - though that could have just been an illusion caused by the copious amounts of eyeshadow he was sporting.
"Think you're clever, do you, Black? How about you try this on for size!" A swish and a flick, and anewly-invented incantation, aimed not at Sirius' face, but at his pelvis. He smirked triumphantly when he saw that smug expression shift as he went from the loose comfort of boxers to the heavily constrained confines of tiny silken panties in the blink of an eye. "Ha! Comfortable?"
Sirius swallowed a surprised grunt of immense discomfort; he didn't even like wearing briefs, as boxers felt so much lighter and roomier. This, he thought with an inward wince as he shifted his weight, is war.
"But this is all wrong!" He exclaimed, gesturing to his new underwear. "I've gone and ruined the look; my hair's a mess and everything. It's really much more suited to someone made up properly, don't you think?" Snickering, he gestured at Remus with his wand, replacing his palamas with a very flimsy golden nightie.
"My my, Remus, that really is your color." Sirius batted his eyelashes at the boy. "Brings out your eyes, you know."
All of a sudden quite a bit colder, Remus glared at Sirius for a moment, and then all of a sudden his expression shifted, melted into something else. He smiled, not a bright baring of teeth that spoke of retaliation, but rather a soft, girlish simpering far more convincing than Sirius' contrived lash-batting. "Do you really think so? I'd be afraid that it would wash me out entirely, you know?"
He looked at Sirius in an assessing manner, head cocked to the side, considering. "You really shouldn't have gone and made a mess of yourself like that, though, but it's so easily rectified." Another swish, and Sirius' makeup was done up once more, this time complete with a set of fake eyelashes, hair in fat sausage curls and pulled to the sides with large pink ribbons. "There! Now you look absolutely lovely!" Only one small snicker escaped past his feminine facade, there and gone so quickly it could have been imagined.
Sirius was almost taken aback by Remus playing along. <i>Wh-what- Since when did-</i> But he didn't have time to give it much thought, as he was soon sporting whatever horrible look Remus had decided to blast onto his face and hair.
"With that kind of determination to see me in drag, I'd say it was a hidden kink." He said, voice softly dangerous as he went over to the bed, eyebrows high and haughty. "But if you really wanted a laugh that badly, Remus, all you had to do was <i>ask,</i>" And with that, he raised his wand, quickly shouting "Rictusempra!"
Remus snorted derisively, shaking his head. "Only you would think such things, really. As if I would really want to see you as a gi--" Remus' eyes widened, almost comically so, and a loud shout of laughter burst forth from his mouth. The charm had hit him hard, and he shot back, collapsing against the mattress, twitching convulsively as he continued to laugh.
"Yo--ahahaha!!! You sodding - hehehe - bastard! Rictusempra!" He barely got the word out through his laughter, and nearly dropped his wand, he was shaking so bad with his laughter, but if he was going down like this, he would bring Sirius right down with him!
"Wha-ha-ha-hat, Moony?" Sirius managed to gasp out, almost falling forward as he doubled over in laughter. "Not very- AH HA HA HA HA HA HA- original, you know-ho ho ho ho hee hee!" Unable to keep himself upright anymore, he made sure that he pitched forward onto Remus as he gave in to his fits of hysterics.
"This- this is- ha ha ha ha ha- one of the worst ways a-heh-hehnyone could find us," Sirius whooped, squirming to try and reach for his fallen wand and at least get them breathing properly again.
Wheezing slightly from a combination of too much laughter and too little oxygen, Remus gasped out 'finite incantatem' once, and then again for Sirius, dragging himself up to his knees and taking in deep breaths to calm the twitches of his body from prolonged laughter. Mascara and eyeliner was smudged and runny from the tears that had escaped his clenched eyes, but he paid it no mind, instead staring at Sirius curiously.
"Moony? You talkin' to me, Sirius? Because that sure is a new nickname," Remus said with no small amount of confusion. He was the only one there, so it must have been him Sirius was talking to - but then again, Sirius was known to make little to no sense quite often, so this could have been just the hysterical laughter of the tickling hex talking, but even still, it was a rather odd thing to say. He might like his tricks and pranks, but he certainly never mooned anyone, it wasn't his style! So why would Sirius call him that?
Sirius blinked, staring at Remus a moment in confusion. "What are you on about?" He asked, trying not to pay attention to the make up running over the boy's cheekbones.
That was when he finally saw it.
Remus' skin was smooth and unmarred, completely scarless. Gray eyes widened; exactly what a Moony with no scars meant hit him full force.
It meant that Moony didn't exist at all.
Letting out a low, almost shakey breath, he raised his hands to Remus' face to wipe away the remnants of the make up, revealing flushed, unmarked skin. At the same time, his heart leapt and his stomach plummeted; what that meant for the boy in front of him was tremendous and just how much the werewolf had made him what he was today became painfully clear. It was understandable, obvious, but had never really dawned on Sirius until just then.
He wanted to be happier that Remus could be so at home with himself, that he could play and laugh with abandon, but part of him already missed Moony.
Goddamn City.
Realizing that he hadn't actually answered Remus, and that he had in fact probably only raised more questions, he dropped his hands back to his lap and gave off a strangled laugh. "Complete nutter." He said, shaking his head. "Must be hearing things now, too."
Frowning slightly at Sirius' odd behavior, Remus crawled across the bed so that he was kneeling close enough that he could shove his hand directly in front of Sirius' face and wave it around to catch his lapsed attention. He always hated it when something drew Sirius' attention from him, even though it always, inevitably, happened. "Oi, ground control to Major Sirius, are you there?"
Then Sirius was touching his face as if it were fragile, as if he would break with the slightest rough treatment, and that wasn't true at all. He played Keeper for the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and had many a Bludger come his way. Sirius knew that he was anything but fragile, but that touch made his breath hitch in his throat all the same, a slight flush coloring his cheeks.
And then all of a sudden the moment was broken, Remus flopping back onto the bed once Sirius clicked back to the conversation. It was an excuse to draw attention away from the flush on his face, which was much more embarrassing than the somewhat sheer golden negligee he was still wearing. It was far from the worst things that had happened to any of them when in one of their hexing fits.
"If I'm a nutter, then you're completely off your rocker, as you're ten times worse than I am any day." The words had no heat to them, and Remus told him as much with a simple smile.
"I beg to differ." Sirius drawled, watching Remus flop backwards. He didn't quite know what to say around this Remus. The boy had different memories, different moments of insanity and strange new ways of being, ways that would be normal coming from James or Peter but felt odd coming from Remus. Sirius didn't quite know what to make of this curse day. He was happy that Remus was happy, but...It wasn't him.
But it is, part of him argued. It's just a bit difficult for you. You should be glad he has at least a day to really relax!
Sirius had never realized just how selfish he really was.
"Finite incantatem." He murmured, first at Remus, then at himself, to get them back into their regular nightwear and rid himself of the curls. Getting the make up off his face, he grinned at Remus before the boy could say anything else.
"Can't very well kiss you like that, you know." He said, winking before he stretched out over the smaller boy. Sirius leaned down to kiss him, a bit more tender than usual, a sort of unspoken apology Remus for not fully appreciating his friend's good fortune.
Remus just could not follow Sirius' mercurial changes of mood, as they were even more odd and quicksilver than they normally were, and didn't seem to be triggered by the normal things that they always were.
And then in another change, quicker than Remus could possibly follow, Sirius was on top of him, kissing him, and Remus thought to himself that this wasn't too bad of a change after all. In fact, he could be quite content if all of Sirius' mood swings ended up like this.
Rating; PG for magical crossdressing?
Characters; Sirius Black [
sirius_danger] & Remus Lupin [chocoholicremus]Summary; Sirius wakes up to a Remus that would have been had he never been bitten by the werewolf. Thankfully, he's not allergic to makeup!
Log;
Stretching slowly as he awoke, Remus cracked open one eye, seeing Sirius scant inches away from him, and a slight flush colored his cheeks. This was definitely one of the better ways to wake up, he thought. Though, he was the only one awake, as Sirius was still quite heavily in the depths of dreams. The other boy had always been a sound sleeper, and quite reluctant to relinquish his hold on the land of Morpheus.
Just then, an idea occurred to Remus, a brilliant, awful, wonderful idea. It wasn't fair of him to take advantage of the situation, but really, when hadn't any of them done just that, all in the favor of playing a prank on one another? That sealed the deal for Remus, and he carefully slipped out from under Sirius' outflung arm, making sure that the bed didn't shift enough to awaken its occupant. It was then a simple matter of grabbing his wand and whispering a few choice spells. With luck, Sirius wouldn't realize what was the matter until someone else saw him, or until he looked in the mirror. Then, he was sure, all hell would break loose, but it would be completely worth it.
Sirius muttered something in his dream, hearing it louder and clearer than anything else that had gone on so far. Realizing that the words had actually been spoken outside of his own dreamland, he cracked one bleary eye open. A pajama-clad Remus swam into view.
"You didn't hear that." He informed the boy, who looked immensely pleased about something. Sirius blinked; when was the last time he'd seen that look in Remus' eyes? The glint of mischief and fun that promised possible detention or beheading?
"What's going on then?" Sirius asked, thinking Remus had an idea. "What are you up to, eh?"
Cocking an eyebrow curiously, Remus grinned even wider and blinked his eyes in mock-innocence. "Hear what? Something possibly embarrassing or incriminating? Or both?" He couldn't help but laugh a bit, between the sight that Sirius made after his...improvements, and his teasing, there really was no better way for time to be spent. Though it was just as much fun with the other Marauders there, just not in the same way as when it was just him and Sirius.
"Up to? Haven't the foggiest clue of what you're on about there, Sirius. Why would I be up to something?" Why indeed? Except for the fact that they were always up to something, and Remus especially relied on his quick mind and knowledge of Muggle and magical things to think of new tricks and pranks, which tended to leave Slytherin all the worse for the wear, while still keeping the house points they earned. The devilish glint in his eyes - something only Sirius, Peter and James knew for what it truly meant - was what gave him away, though.
Something odd was happening. Sirius couldn't tell if something was tightening or releasing in his chest, but there was something to Remus' words, his voice... A strange sort of thrill, not the sort that would flare up and leave you with a nice afterglow, but the kind that seemed to just keep growing even after it's overwhelmed you, began to take a hold of him.
Remus, he realized, was happy. Simply happy, and nothing was interfering or making him question it. A slow smile, one of the more sincere, uncontrollable ones tugged at his lips.
"Because," Sirius said, ignoring Remus' remark on his sleep talking, "I know you, and I know that look. You've thought of something." It must have really been something if Remus had gotten this into it.
It really was getting harder and harder to ignore how Sirius looked, but Remus persevered if only to not give away his little trick just yet. He had to admit, though, only Sirius would look somewhat becoming in garish makeup and his hair done in dozens of little braids and clips and other feminine acoutrements. If he only wore briefs rather than boxers, he might have gone further with his little trick, but that would have made Sirius aware of just what he had done, and that would ruin the surprise.
"Mmm," Remus murmured, shrugging a shoulder carelessly. "Maybe I just woke up in an especially good mood. Though the idea of a nice prank sounds wonderful. Something big, really big, and absolutely brilliant." He thought about this for a moment, considering the logistics, and various ideas, and frowned. "Though, the what and the how are a bit lacking. Could always torment Jamie, I suppose," he perked up again at this idea, having been working on a tricky little hex that would be fun to try out on their friend first.
Remus? Big, brilliant pranks? When did he actively seek these things out? He was good at thinking them up, which never failed to surprise them, but it was rare that he bothered to. A familiar sense of wrong-footedness settled over him like a thin blanket.
It was when he licked his lips that he noticed the thick, filmy feel to his skin was not the normal slightly-unclean morning feeling he sometimes woke up with. Rubbing his mouth, he pulled his hand away to find a horrible, bright red smearing of lipstick streaked across the back of his hand. Yelping slightly, he shot a quick look of disbelief and confusion before bolting for the bathroom.
"AUUUGH!" The wail could probably be heard throughout the entire building, quickly followed by shouts of "SCOURIGIFY!" and "Get OFF, you bloody-"
Then, Sirius skidded back out of the bathroom, stock still, the few ribbons that remained in his hair mussed and tangled as he glared daggers at Remus.
"You know," He growled out over a strangled laugh, "For being such a girl, you sure don't know how to put on make up. THIS," A wave of his wand found Remus in awful shades of deep pink and purple, "is really more like it."
The dawning realization on Sirius' face a moment before he dashed out of the room was all that was needed to send Remus off into a gale of laughter, falling back onto the bed and giggling, having gotten the exact reaction he had been looking for. It was just a shame that no one else had gotten to see Sirius in all his glory, before he went on a scourgifying spree.
When Sirius came back, Remus had calmed down to a few, scattered chuckles, but he started again full-force at the lone, bedraggled bows and ribbons, and a small, sparkly clip that dangled from the ends of his hair. It really was priceless. In fact, it took him a moment to register just what Sirius had done to him, but when it did, heavily-mascaraed amber eyes widened in shock, and then narrowed, glittering with determination - though that could have just been an illusion caused by the copious amounts of eyeshadow he was sporting.
"Think you're clever, do you, Black? How about you try this on for size!" A swish and a flick, and anewly-invented incantation, aimed not at Sirius' face, but at his pelvis. He smirked triumphantly when he saw that smug expression shift as he went from the loose comfort of boxers to the heavily constrained confines of tiny silken panties in the blink of an eye. "Ha! Comfortable?"
Sirius swallowed a surprised grunt of immense discomfort; he didn't even like wearing briefs, as boxers felt so much lighter and roomier. This, he thought with an inward wince as he shifted his weight, is war.
"But this is all wrong!" He exclaimed, gesturing to his new underwear. "I've gone and ruined the look; my hair's a mess and everything. It's really much more suited to someone made up properly, don't you think?" Snickering, he gestured at Remus with his wand, replacing his palamas with a very flimsy golden nightie.
"My my, Remus, that really is your color." Sirius batted his eyelashes at the boy. "Brings out your eyes, you know."
All of a sudden quite a bit colder, Remus glared at Sirius for a moment, and then all of a sudden his expression shifted, melted into something else. He smiled, not a bright baring of teeth that spoke of retaliation, but rather a soft, girlish simpering far more convincing than Sirius' contrived lash-batting. "Do you really think so? I'd be afraid that it would wash me out entirely, you know?"
He looked at Sirius in an assessing manner, head cocked to the side, considering. "You really shouldn't have gone and made a mess of yourself like that, though, but it's so easily rectified." Another swish, and Sirius' makeup was done up once more, this time complete with a set of fake eyelashes, hair in fat sausage curls and pulled to the sides with large pink ribbons. "There! Now you look absolutely lovely!" Only one small snicker escaped past his feminine facade, there and gone so quickly it could have been imagined.
Sirius was almost taken aback by Remus playing along. <i>Wh-what- Since when did-</i> But he didn't have time to give it much thought, as he was soon sporting whatever horrible look Remus had decided to blast onto his face and hair.
"With that kind of determination to see me in drag, I'd say it was a hidden kink." He said, voice softly dangerous as he went over to the bed, eyebrows high and haughty. "But if you really wanted a laugh that badly, Remus, all you had to do was <i>ask,</i>" And with that, he raised his wand, quickly shouting "Rictusempra!"
Remus snorted derisively, shaking his head. "Only you would think such things, really. As if I would really want to see you as a gi--" Remus' eyes widened, almost comically so, and a loud shout of laughter burst forth from his mouth. The charm had hit him hard, and he shot back, collapsing against the mattress, twitching convulsively as he continued to laugh.
"Yo--ahahaha!!! You sodding - hehehe - bastard! Rictusempra!" He barely got the word out through his laughter, and nearly dropped his wand, he was shaking so bad with his laughter, but if he was going down like this, he would bring Sirius right down with him!
"Wha-ha-ha-hat, Moony?" Sirius managed to gasp out, almost falling forward as he doubled over in laughter. "Not very- AH HA HA HA HA HA HA- original, you know-ho ho ho ho hee hee!" Unable to keep himself upright anymore, he made sure that he pitched forward onto Remus as he gave in to his fits of hysterics.
"This- this is- ha ha ha ha ha- one of the worst ways a-heh-hehnyone could find us," Sirius whooped, squirming to try and reach for his fallen wand and at least get them breathing properly again.
Wheezing slightly from a combination of too much laughter and too little oxygen, Remus gasped out 'finite incantatem' once, and then again for Sirius, dragging himself up to his knees and taking in deep breaths to calm the twitches of his body from prolonged laughter. Mascara and eyeliner was smudged and runny from the tears that had escaped his clenched eyes, but he paid it no mind, instead staring at Sirius curiously.
"Moony? You talkin' to me, Sirius? Because that sure is a new nickname," Remus said with no small amount of confusion. He was the only one there, so it must have been him Sirius was talking to - but then again, Sirius was known to make little to no sense quite often, so this could have been just the hysterical laughter of the tickling hex talking, but even still, it was a rather odd thing to say. He might like his tricks and pranks, but he certainly never mooned anyone, it wasn't his style! So why would Sirius call him that?
Sirius blinked, staring at Remus a moment in confusion. "What are you on about?" He asked, trying not to pay attention to the make up running over the boy's cheekbones.
That was when he finally saw it.
Remus' skin was smooth and unmarred, completely scarless. Gray eyes widened; exactly what a Moony with no scars meant hit him full force.
It meant that Moony didn't exist at all.
Letting out a low, almost shakey breath, he raised his hands to Remus' face to wipe away the remnants of the make up, revealing flushed, unmarked skin. At the same time, his heart leapt and his stomach plummeted; what that meant for the boy in front of him was tremendous and just how much the werewolf had made him what he was today became painfully clear. It was understandable, obvious, but had never really dawned on Sirius until just then.
He wanted to be happier that Remus could be so at home with himself, that he could play and laugh with abandon, but part of him already missed Moony.
Goddamn City.
Realizing that he hadn't actually answered Remus, and that he had in fact probably only raised more questions, he dropped his hands back to his lap and gave off a strangled laugh. "Complete nutter." He said, shaking his head. "Must be hearing things now, too."
Frowning slightly at Sirius' odd behavior, Remus crawled across the bed so that he was kneeling close enough that he could shove his hand directly in front of Sirius' face and wave it around to catch his lapsed attention. He always hated it when something drew Sirius' attention from him, even though it always, inevitably, happened. "Oi, ground control to Major Sirius, are you there?"
Then Sirius was touching his face as if it were fragile, as if he would break with the slightest rough treatment, and that wasn't true at all. He played Keeper for the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and had many a Bludger come his way. Sirius knew that he was anything but fragile, but that touch made his breath hitch in his throat all the same, a slight flush coloring his cheeks.
And then all of a sudden the moment was broken, Remus flopping back onto the bed once Sirius clicked back to the conversation. It was an excuse to draw attention away from the flush on his face, which was much more embarrassing than the somewhat sheer golden negligee he was still wearing. It was far from the worst things that had happened to any of them when in one of their hexing fits.
"If I'm a nutter, then you're completely off your rocker, as you're ten times worse than I am any day." The words had no heat to them, and Remus told him as much with a simple smile.
"I beg to differ." Sirius drawled, watching Remus flop backwards. He didn't quite know what to say around this Remus. The boy had different memories, different moments of insanity and strange new ways of being, ways that would be normal coming from James or Peter but felt odd coming from Remus. Sirius didn't quite know what to make of this curse day. He was happy that Remus was happy, but...It wasn't him.
But it is, part of him argued. It's just a bit difficult for you. You should be glad he has at least a day to really relax!
Sirius had never realized just how selfish he really was.
"Finite incantatem." He murmured, first at Remus, then at himself, to get them back into their regular nightwear and rid himself of the curls. Getting the make up off his face, he grinned at Remus before the boy could say anything else.
"Can't very well kiss you like that, you know." He said, winking before he stretched out over the smaller boy. Sirius leaned down to kiss him, a bit more tender than usual, a sort of unspoken apology Remus for not fully appreciating his friend's good fortune.
Remus just could not follow Sirius' mercurial changes of mood, as they were even more odd and quicksilver than they normally were, and didn't seem to be triggered by the normal things that they always were.
And then in another change, quicker than Remus could possibly follow, Sirius was on top of him, kissing him, and Remus thought to himself that this wasn't too bad of a change after all. In fact, he could be quite content if all of Sirius' mood swings ended up like this.