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sirius’s first letter to remus

translation:

hi english,

(are you actually english?)

i’m writing to thank you for the cigarette and the very pleasant conversation we had.

you were the best thing about the whole trip to london.

my name is sirius and i’m fifteen years old. and you?

i really liked your scars. i think they’re very beautiful. i think they suit you very well.

i’m sending you kisses from france, and i hope you’ll find a way to understand what i’ve written here.

i will wait for your reply.

- sirius black x

previous letter can be found here

remus’s reply to sirius’s first letter (my babies🥺)

if you are struggling with reading my take on remus’s handwriting, here is the text version:

hi french,

(i am not english by the way, i am from wales)

my name is remus and i’m also fifteen.

sorry for the late response, library next to my house didn’t have a french dictionary. who could have thought translating a letter can be that bloody hard?

anyways, you shouldn’t be thanking me for the conversation we had because i had no clue what you were saying, but your accent is funny and you looked very excited - i didn’t want to stop you

it’s your turn to suffer with translation now - good luck:)

i also tried to write in my most legible handwriting because if you saw my chicken scratch, it would probably take you a year to decipher what’s written here.

one last thing - is “sending kisses” a french expression? i guess sending you kisses from london then.

And this tall, scarred, already intimidating man wearing a big grandpa sweater walks up and he’s like “hi I’m remus, so this fossil is…”

☆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

Remus considered. Walburga was consumed by her own hatred. Orion was a ghost in his own home, cold and silent. Bellatrix had surrendered her sanity for power. Regulus had simply vanished, a boy swallowed by the dark with no story left to tell. Even Andromeda had to lose her entire history just to find peace.

"You can't." Sirius was sitting up now, leaning forward.

"I can't."

"I know. They never let you bear the name and keep your soul. You can't be a Black and be happy." He lifted an eyebrow. "I'll tell you a secret."

"Tell me." Remus loved it when he was like this.

"I'm going to be the first." He took Remus's palm and held it to his. "Swear it."

"Why me?"

"Because you're the reason. Swear it."

"I swear it," Remus said, lost in the high color of his cheeks, the flame in his eyes.

"I swear it," he echoed.

They sat like that a moment, hands touching. Sirius grinned.