#french sirius

[azzzsleep]

Remus: Pad, do you dream in French or in English ?

Sirius: Huh, bold of you to assume that i SLEEP

Remus: Love, if you hate waking up you got to sleep.

Sirius: No actually, i am just too good for that

Remus: I dream...usually of you

Sirius: French.

[siriusblack-the-third]

Pretty Eyes

Sirius absolutely loathes James' eyes.

Look, don't get him wrong: James has pretty eyes. Like, really fucking pretty eyes. They're all chocolate brown and smiling and doe-like— the perfect picture of innocence.

The perfect picture of innocence, that is, up until he pulls shit like this.

Sirius pinches the bridge of his nose and breathes out a sigh. "James Euphemia Potter."

His boyfriend just blinks his large brown eyes— great Mother Magic help Sirius, why does he look so fucking cute— and makes a small, inquisitive sound in the back of his throat. "Yes, sitara?"

That little shit.

James knows exactly what he does to Sirius when he uses Marathi, Hindi or Urdu terms of endearment. Sirius finds it very unfair that his (annoyingly adorable) boyfriend can reduce him to a sticky puddle of happy goo with just a few words.

Then again, he knows just how hot James thinks he is when he speaks French, so he supposes it's a win-win.

"Get off my bed, Potter."

James scrunches up his nose, then deliberately snuggles deeper into Sirius' covers. "I was promised cuddles," he grumbles, eyes narrowed, "and I will get them, or so help me, Sirius Orion— I will make you sleep on the common room couch."

Sirius grins and raises an eyebrow, sticking his thumbs into his belt loops. "But then who'd give you cuddles, mon soleil?"

James glares at him, but he looks so sleepy and warm and comfortable in Sirius' bed that it just looks like a pouting kitten. And that's without the pleased flush that spreads across his cheekbones at the French term of endearment. He is just... so fucking adorable. Sirius cannot handle it. "Sirius, get on the bed. Cuddles, now."

Sirius sighs again. He has an Astronomy assignment to complete that he has to turn in less than twelve hours from now. But then again, he muses, he did promise James cuddles.

"Fine," he murmurs in fond exasperation, and dumps his schoolbag next to the bed before kicking off his shoes and stripping off his outer robes. He collapses onto the bed, loosens his tie, unbuttons the cuffs of his sleeves, and opens his arms. James makes a happy little noise and turns around, and Sirius wraps his arms around his waist from behind to pull him back against his chest. He buries his nose in the crazy mass of black curls, breathing in the faint mogra smell of James' shampoo.

"You are too fucking cute for your own damn good, Potter," he mutters, but clutches James closer, letting out a silent, satisfied sigh.

James snickers, and it's the last thing either of them remember before falling asleep.

[polaris-black]

I've seen welsh Remus, french Sirius and Regulus, italian Barty...

But I raise you, portuguese Marlene

Marlene, who uses "fuck" so often she doesn't even remember it's supposed to be a bad word. Marlene, who spends her summers in the long beaches with her family. Marlene, who is more invested in football than any other of her friends. Marlene, who could actually eat only 'tremoços' for the rest of her life.

Just, portuguese Marlene

[versatancore]

sirius is singing alors on danse at parties. and this is canon in my head. and you can not change my mind.

[sunny-prongs]

Sirius use Irish nickname for Remus and Remus use French one for Sirius (their favs are "ma chroi" and "mon étoile")

[psyzook]

the marauders fandom has ruined french for me. don’t even ask, you know why.

[illustratinglaura]

Oh come one this song aaaaaaa is so good but what the hell it be saying? Hope the google translation is accurate because if it is this is definitely song for all them French Sirius fics.

You're like a punishment T’es comme en punition

Time doesn't pass quickly Le temps, y passe pas vite

Your things aren't moving Ça bouge pas, tes affaires

Especially when there is no visit Surtout quand y a pas d'visite

Fear of dying from boredom Peur de mourir d'ennui

Your dreams are bankrupt Tes rêves sont en faillite

Meetings that mean nothing Des rencontres qui veulent rien dire

Stray fires and sighs Des feux d'paille pis des soupirs

You create romances Tu te crées des romances

Absences must be compensated Faut compenser les absences

Drafts, false hopes Des brouillons, des faux-espoirs

You go back to square one Tu retournes à la case départ

It lacks fantasy Ça manque de fantaisie

Cloaks, swords and magic De capes, d'épées pis de magie

You do whatever it takes T’as beau faire tout c'qui faut

It's not hot in your castle Y fait pas chaud dans ton château

You're like a punishment T’es comme en punition

Time doesn't pass quickly Le temps, y passe pas vite

Your things aren't moving Ça bouge pas, tes affaires

Especially when there is no visit Surtout quand y a pas d'visite

The same game every time Le même jeu à chaque fois

And you leave empty-handed Et tu repars les mains vides

To search in the dark À chercher dans le noir

With eyes that shine Avec les yeux qui brillent

To search in the dark À chercher dans le noir

With eyes that shine Avec les yeux qui brillent

[moonyswarmsweaters]

Regulus: Tout est de ta faute

James, sighning: Yeah, I know

Sirius: Since when do you speak french?

James: I don’t, I just know the phrase "this is all your fault" in every language he speaks

[wolfstar-ao3]

Happy Holidays!

ALL COMPLETE AND SHORT FICS:

Are you speaking French by the_moon_and_stars_my_love

Summary:

Based on the prompt:

wolfstar-puppylove: "Lol headcanon that Sirius never tells anyone he speaks fluent French and then when he tried to tell Remus that he's in love with him he gets so nervous that he starts rambling in another language and Remus is just like '....are you speaking French?' Like WTF ...and then later he's telling James about it and he's like 'I have no idea what just happened, and all of a sudden he just started yelling in French. I didn't even know he spoke French...'"

Speak French To Me by lepennell

Summary:

"So Sirius did what any good marauder would do, he spoke to Remus in French."

Sirius knows French, and flirts with Remus in French. Unbeknownst to him, Remus speaks French and knows every word he's saying. Stupid lil fluffy one-shot. Written in like an hour so it's not great but yk.

If he spoke French by lostpennies1

Summary:

Sirius speaks French to say all the secret things that he is to scared to say to Remus. Unfortunately for him, he doesn’t realize Lily also speaks French. Long story short, two idiots in love.

Or

Sirius doesn’t realize other bilingual people exist at Hogwarts and is an idiot in love.

CONFESSIONS IN FRENCH WHEN THE OTHER PERSON DOESNT KNOW IT>>>>>>>>>>>>>

[del-stars]

james getting really stressed out when regulus and sirius are speaking heatedly in french meanwhile they're just discussing where they want to go to dinner

[eweexiy]

*the black brothers gossiping in french*

sirius: who's the hottest guy in school?

regulus: my james, of course.

sirius: no, you're dating him, it doesn't count-

regulus: your boyfriend.

sirius: WHAT-

*regulus looks slyly at lupin and grins*

*remus and james, who don't speak french, look at each other nervously and uncomprehendingly*

black brothers; wolfstar; jegulus;

[azzzsleep]

I want a BrzRemus and MexJames fighting in there mother tongue. And they understand eachother.

I want FrSirius to chime in for no other reasons then chaos knowing that all the boys understood eachother, and just start confessing his love for Remus bc chaos.

So the arguing changes to a screaming match about Pokemon to James confessing his love for Lily and Remus confessing his love for chocolat Sirius. But still "arguing".

And so BrzRemus ,FrSirius and MexJames keep on "arguing" with no other purpose then to keep screaming at this point.

Arrive GrmPeter, he does not understand the move, except for Sirius cuz its basics for Sirius to be Sirius. But want to feel included so he start "arguing" too, Sirius style, with them, and scream about how lovly Marys hair was and how he would like to give her gifts bc she is awsome.

So in the common room we would find 4 radio boomboxes in Spanish, Brazilian/Prt, French and German on how much they love thier SO.

[siriusblack-the-third]

Boredom, Flustration and Love Confessions part 2

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4

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James wants to die.

No, really. He does. He wants to die.

Sirius is grinning that trademark wicked grin of his, and the full force of the gleaming grey eyes is aimed at James, complete with the raise of a pierced eyebrow and black hair tied up in a bun. James wants to take off the elastic and run his hands through that hair, an urge that is exacerbated by the fact that he knows exactly how soft and silky the strands are from years of braiding it. He wants to bury his hands in them, brush it out with his fingers, tug on it to pull Sirius' mouth down—

"..mes… PRONGS!"

James jerks at Remus' shout and crashes face-first into Sirius' chest with a yelp, hands scrambling to grip something before he topples off the sofa. Arms wrap around his waist to hold him in place, and James sighs in relief, pushing his glasses up his nose with his little finger. A second later, he realises the arms belong to Sirius, and he promptly turns bright red.

Remus has keeled over sideways, shoulders shaking and fist hitting the side of the sofa, and James can hear his muffled cackling even through the cushions that he has buried his face into. He twists his lips and grins sheepishly at Sirius, who is laughing quietly, but the look in his grey eyes is… soft. Fond, like he can't help being as endeared as he is. James' breath catches in his throat, and he stares at Sirius for a second longer than necessary.

"Jamie," Sirius says, tone half exasperated and half so helplessly fond it makes something inside James twist, "pay attention, mon beau."

James' attention, bastardly little shit that it is, fixes itself on Sirius' mouth.

It has been four days since Sirius got that damn piercing. And James hasn't had a single moment of peace in all that time.

Every time Sirius speaks, which is a lot, James has no choice but to focus on him. Which means he has to look Sirius in the eyes, which inadvertently leads to his gaze slipping down to Sirius' lips (those full, pretty, kissable lips), which leads to him thinking about it.

That damn piercing.

"Jamie," Sirius says again, lips stretching into a wide smile and oh fuck, there's that little peek of silver again— "pay attention to me."

"I am paying attention to you," James answers reflexively, and it's true. All his attention is always on Sirius. It's getting pathetic, really, the way he can't get the thought of Sirius out of his mind no matter how hard he tries.

"Oh, really?" Sirius cocks an eyebrow, and James presses his lips together. A sceptical expression should never look this sexy on anyone. But then again, this is Sirius Black. He makes everything look sexy, and James both loves and hates him for it because on one hand it's.. well, sexy. On the other hand, it really is not good for his poor heart, which decides it wants to jump out of his chest every time he so much as thinks about Sirius.

He thinks about Sirius a lot. He thinks about Sirius every waking and sleeping moment.

"Yes, really," he says, and his attention still hasn't moved from Sirius' lips. With difficulty, he drags his gaze up to meet grey eyes, and immediately swallows down the sound that climbs up his throat.

Sirius looks hungry. The silvery colour of his irises has turned to stormy steel grey, and his gaze is suddenly intense— much more than James can handle. Remus has still not stopped cackling, but James can't be half-arsed to think about his other best mate when he is being looked at like.. that.

"Well then," Sirius says, and the low pitch of his voice makes James realise that Sirius' arms are still wrapped around his waist. Sirius' arms, long and muscled from lugging around a Beater's bat, are wrapped around his waist. "Prove it."

What?

He blinks at Sirius, racking his brain for the topic that had been going on. He comes up with a blank, and slowly his lips pull up in a shy, sheepish grin.

Sirius stares at him for a second, then huffs in amusement and lets go of James' waist. He pushes down to urge to whine and ask Sirius to place his arms back where they were and straightens up so he's sitting securely and in no danger of falling off.

"You're incorrigible," Sirius says fondly, and James gives him his best cheeky wink.

"You love me, really," he quips, and Sirius laughs, shaking his head, a quiet smile on his face.

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"You," Lily says, her hands on her hips and a grin on her face, "are too adorable, Potter."

James, lying face down on Lily's bed in the girls' dormitory, flips her off without raising his head. "Fuck off," he says, and even though the sound is muffled beyond recognition because of his face being stuffed against a pillow, Lily knows him well enough to know what he is saying. She snickers.

"No, really," she insists, her grin widening till it turns shit-eating. "You are so sickeningly adorable, it's hilarious. So strongly affected by a single piercing, Circe's tits, one would think you were a Victorian maiden."

James whines into the pillow, before lifting his head up and glaring at his ex girlfriend turned wingwoman. His cheeks are visibly pink even through his bronze complexion, and Lily coos, reaching out to pinch him. He bats her hand away with a huff.

"Don't call this hilarious," he pouts, turning on his side and clutching the burgundy red pillow to his stomach. "Lily-flower, I can't stop thinking about him! He's just so- ugh– every time I look at him, all I want is for him to—"

He shuts his mouth with an audible click of his teeth, and his pink cheeks bloom into a violent shade of red. Lily picks up on it within a second, and bursts into loud cackles that echo off the dorm walls. James lets out a high pitched whine of mortification and raises his hands to his hot cheeks to hide his face.

"Adorable," Lily crows between loud laughter as she collapses onto the bed, "fuck, Skittles, you're adorable."

"Lily," James cries, hands fluttering around his red face as he sits up and stares at his friend in pure horror. "This is serious!"

She cackles louder, and he panics when he realises his mistake— handing his little shit of a best mate a chance to make a pun.

"This," she hacks out between maniacal giggles, "is you wanting Sirius to bend you over a table."

White hot embarrassment rushes through James body, and he lets out a horrible keening sound, grabbing the pillow to stuff his burning face into the velvet. Lily's laughter echoes in his ears, but all he can think about now is Sirius' hands on his waist and Sirius' tongue with that damn piercing on his throat and Sirius pushing him down—

James whimpers.

"You are of no use, Evans," he screeches, and pushes himself off her bed to flounce toward the door, cheeks glowing hotter than the sun. Lily doesn't bother replying, and her cackles follow him all the way to his own dorm.

He'll get her back for that.

[norry-yippee]

New Regulus Black variant just dropped

[missmoonfrost]

Remus and Sirius in line at the supermarket

Girls behind them: *speaking French* Sirius (muttering under his breath): Some people clearly think they're the only ones who know French. Girls: *continuing speaking French* Sirius: *embarrassedly smiling* Remus: What? What are they saying? Sirius: They're talking about my arse. Remus: *grabs Sirius' arse, turns around, and winks* Girls: *gasps, clasp their mouths, and run off behind the nearest shelf* Remus and Sirius: *laughs uncontrollably* Sirius: What? You don't think I deserve a little appreciation? Remus: No one talks about your arse in a language I don't understand.

[lexithwrites]

my roman empire is imagining remus quietly walking out of sirius's room at like 3am and then turning around to see james coming out of regulus's room and they both just stare at each other for a long time before going downstairs and silently drinking beers together not discussing it