Hey hey fun fact: ily and your beautiful headcanons okay and can I just request some dumb Wolfstar fluff like cuddles or whatever you want because I have a great need to cheer me up okay thank
*touches your face* LET IT BE DONE. (Iâm gonna try so so so hard to not make this sad. just for you.)
sirius black sleeps like a brickÂ
a brick that hogs the blankets
so if remus wants to sleep well at all he has to either lie completely on top of sirius at night or poach the blankets in between turning in and falling asleep
and a lot of times it just evolves into all-out bedroom warfare and they play rock paper scissors to see who gets the blankets that night (sirius usually lets remus win)
(remus brings home a dog bed one day and is like, âthatâs it, thatâs your bed nowâ and sirius laughs so hard he canât breathe)
so the next day sirius comes home with an array of blankets
thick ones, thin ones, soft ones, heavy ones, some that are scratchy, some that make remus sneeze and he piles every last one on their bed
(âsirius thereâs not enough room for us in this bedâ)
but he is a man with a plan so that night they shove their way into bed and get as comfortable as possible and they have to cling to each other to save themselves from being ejected from their own bed by the weight of their bedlinensÂ
but somehow they sleep and in the morning they wake up and 90% of the blankets are on the ground except for a soft throw that remus has wrapped around his midsection
and a light california king comforter that covers both of them and still manages to touch the floor
and sirius just smiles sunnily and says, âthere, see, they donât call me practical padfoot for nothing.â
(ânobody calls you that. youâre living in a fantasy land.â but he gets a kiss anyway.)