part 10 of drabbles from the chat my dudes i love wolfstar
Big thanks to @remusjohnblack-fics for the idea and premise and sorry in advance for the bad french
remus knew that it could have been worse. “Bonjour”, the word said in an aristocratic scrawl on his collar bone. Since he could begin even thinking about his soulmate he had decided that he would not be ignorant and that he would know everything there was to know about the language and country. but still, could remus ever visit france then? I mean it’s hello, everybody says hello. if he were to go to france would it be the first person he’d see? Maybe that was what needed to happen? so he put it off, and continued his learning from afar.
By 18 remus was an expert in everything french and decided it was time to meet his soulmate so he enrolled in a french university and hopefully that would be that. Tonight however, he didn’t have to worry about any of that. It was his going away dinner with his family, and that was all that mattered. They were in a small, cheesy french restaurant that his parents had picked out (“you’ll be able to eat good french food everyday darling, we won’t, indulge us.”) they were waiting for their waiter, the smells of fresh bread wafting throughout the restaurant. Finally the young man had shown up and, well, damn, to put it simply. Sometimes remus wished he hadn’t decided to save everything for his soulmate (as many did, but others chose to experiment to see what they liked or to make their future soul mate happy) because when he saw the tall, aristocratic, silver eyed, raven haired waiter, he could feel himself flushing. His soulmate wouldn’t look like that, he thought, a tinge of sadness lurking through him. Waving that odd thought away he turned his attentions back to the present. The waiter, sirius black, his name tag said. His handwriting was pretty, and a little familiar, wait-
“Bonjour” remus gaped, and his collarbone tingled, no,no, no way at all- “Welcome to bon voyage hunger, ill be your waiter for the evening, sorry for the wait…” his parents were listening happily, why should they be doing any different, he hadn’t shared what his tattoo said, they just knew it was something french. And the way he said it, in the thickest faux french accent that only a british man could do and it all set remus off
“J'ai appris l'intégralité de la langue française, la culture française pour être putain de gentil et il s'avère que votre britannique et vous venez de valser ici” Bonjour “bonjour mon cul c'est de la connerie juste ici-”
((“I learned the entirety of the french language, french culture to be fucking nice and it turns out your british and you just waltz in here "Bonjour” hello my ass, this is some fuckery right here-“))
the waiter-sirius- gasped, and gripped his hand, and then started laughing, with an amused glint in his eyes. "well thats one mystery solved then” He grinned and continued “on dirait que nous avons eu la même idée, quelques faux français nous sommes” in flawless french
((looks like we had the same idea, a couple of fake frenchies we are))
remus flushed, he had not expected him to understand him, much less reply and oh god this was ridiculous they had both learned french to answer the other that had learned french just to answer- this was so confusing
remus’s parents heads were whipping back and forth between the two of them, know something had just happened while also not knowing why their son had blown up at the poor waiter
“puis-je le voir … votre marque qui est… voir voici la mienne” sirius whispered, pulling off his gloves
(can i see it… your mark that is… see here’s mine)
sirius held his hand out for remus to read and sure enough, in remus’s loopy sloppy cursive there was his paragraph. the words looks so small and bunched together and remus couldn’t help but feel a little guilty
Remus nodded, slowly he took off his jacket, unbuttoned his shirt, and slid it over to the side just enough to make out the word.
Remus’s parents gasped understanding what had just happened
Sirius gazed appreciatively over remus’s collar, and then he looked up and caught remus’s eyes. “so” he said breaking the silence finally and slid into the booth next to remus “my name’s sirius black, obviously.” he gestured to his name tag and in general. “what’s yours darling?”
darling? remus thought, that was rather forward he sniffed. then he sighed because no it wasn’t. “it’s remus, remus lupin.” then he added “snookums” dryly and deadpan, just for good measure.
sirius laughed at this “oh gods you’re better than i ever hoped” this caused remus to blush “How can you say that we’ve only known eachother a period of practically 15 minutes that’s ridiculous-” sirius cut him off “I’m an excellent judge of character, pudding” he smirked and popped the p on pudding, close to remus’s ear. remus couldn’t help it, he shivered, and blushed, looking away. sirius noticed this reaction and grinned to himself, obviously pleased but then he looked nervous “Besides, we’ve got the rest of our lives to prove my point…right?”
“well of course-” remus began but then the impact of sirius’s words hit him
“y-yes” he said softly after a brief paus
someone cleared their throat
mr lupin was looking slightly shook, but mrs. lupin was highly amused and she continued “well remus, i think we’ll leave the two of you to talk then”
they got up and left “but- wa-wait” he protested meekly
“afraid of being alone with me then?” sirius joked, but remus could tell he was nervous that that was the truth.
“no” remus elaborated after gathering himself “not at all, pookie. It’s just this was supposed to be our goodbye meal before i left for university in paris and-” “oh shit i shouldn’t have interrupted maybe they’re still outside we can go get them and wait did you say going to paris-” oh whoops remus thought again “nonono its ok, i mean you’re my bloody soulmate, they understand and uh yeah, paris-” “oh thank god that’s such a relief i had no idea how i was going to break it to you i was moving to paris for university either, thats a relief” sirius cut in, a weight lifted off his shoulders
then sirius added “muffin” for good measure
remus couldn’t help it, he laughed, he laughed at the whole thing, it was rather ridiculous, he found his soulmate in a restaurant called “bon voyage hunger” and he didn’t speak french and they had already dove head first into pet names and he was gorgeous and seemed like a genuinely good person, it was just too much
“ahem, so what university are you going t-o…in -pa-paris” remus started to say after he had gathered himself but started stuttering as he turned to look at sirius who was staring at remus with such an intense fondness that remus couldn’t help but blush again. god dammit he’d practically spent the whole night with his newfound soulmate blushing and stuttering.
“hmm, oh um Paris college of art, i want to be a sculptor” “th-the paris college of art? you’re serious” sirius grinned goofily at this and said “why yes, yes i am, pleased to meet you” remus groaned but continued “so am i, i want to study art though im not sure which area specifically yet, they’re all so interesting and fun and i love them all theres too many but i don’t have the money to major in literally everything and each of them convey emotions in such a different way and i just-”
remus was aware that he had started rambling but stopped when he felt a soft tentative hand on his
“that’s bloody excellent remus, really” and then he looked nervous again. he seemed to constantly be switching between confident and apprehensive yet remus found it endearing. “and uh” he coughed, “you don’t have to worry about money, i mean if you want you could study everything for the rest of your life and we could live, well uh, lavishly to say the least, um im kind of bloody rich i guess….” he trailed off, clutching remus’s hand
“did-did you just offer to be my sugar daddy?” remus could not believe it
sirius laughed "not intentionally,and i prefer the term, caring supportive spouse to be , maybe to sugar daddy?”
“spouse to be, you’re rather confident aren’t you”
“i’m not saying we have to get married or anything im just-” “oh gods you already have a ring don’t you” “-no!” “YOU DO” “no i doN"T” remus felt a surge of confidence and dug his hand into sirius coat pocket. sirius yelped at remus who was now practically on his lap “damn remus we’re in a restaurant im not big int exh-” “aha found it!” remus pulled out a silver ring case and handed it to sirius “if you’re going to propose to me, you better do it full on” this time it was sirius’s turn to stutter and blush
“it wasn’t supposed to be an engagement ring more like an uh” he trailed off, clearly embarrassed. Remus couldn’t resist teasing him “oh, so you don’t want to get married to me” he pouted, just a little “Oh gods no i want to marry you so bad i just didn’t know if you would so it’s it’s more like a promise ring maybe?” that stopped remus in his tracks
sirius greatfully took the pause to gather himself and got on one knee “Remus lupin, shit i don’t know if you’re supposed to get on your knee for a promise ring, i don’t know if im proposing or just- shit just, i promise to be yours, do you want to be mine?”
“oui vous beau salaud” (yes you handsome bastard)
“but i refuse to get officailly married at 18, so you’re just going to have to wait and sit your pretty little ass back down” sirius’s smile glowed as he said “I would wait eternity and back for you remus”
