Yearned for yearner pre relationship wolfstar headcanons cause I can
☆Sirius sometimes mouths phrases Remus said and practise the little inflections in his speech subconsciously because he's obsessed
○Remus was famously known to freak tf out whenever Sirius does anything with his hair, he had to physically leave the room sometimes so he doesn't ruin the hairstyle by touching
○Remus cannot stare at Sirius for too long without wanting to cry because he wants him so bad literally all the time
☆Sirius insists on taking all the notes that Remus misses on the full moon and recover days personally, even for classes that they don't share
☆Sirius grew bangs so he would be able to watch Remus through them in class while his head was bowed without being caught
○Remus will not dance for anything but always finds himself on the dancedloor as soon as Sirius asks even if he just awkwardly stands there the hole time while Sirius dances around him
○Remus learnt how to embroider because Sirius loves embroidery on his clothes but couldn't find any good clothes with the specific type he liked after being kicked out
☆Sirius will not sing in public or play any instrument but sings to Remus in the days leading up to the full and after
☆○ They both have the most terrible habit of catching each other's eyes from across a room and looking away shyly before doing it all over again
☆Sirius doesn't read romance because he just ends up imagining the scenes as him and Remus
☆He also times his hugs from Remus to exactly ten seconds because he thinks that any longer will unravel him and he'll confess on the spot
☆○ They both wander around parties asking where the other is if they lose sight of each other for .0 seconds
○Remus writes odes to Sirius on the back of his hands in class and spells them away quickly before anyone can read; Once James asked after the scribbles on his hand after he had forgotten to scrub them and Remus so hard panicked he licked the ink of before James could read any of it
☆Sirius composes songs dedicated to Remus in dissappearing ink in a journal w like sixty different hexes and forty more blood curses on it that he keeps at the back of his armoire; he plans on stepping off the astronomy tower if someone ever finds out about them
They're such pathetic little fucks, ugh I love them
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