the most non-angsty sirius and regulus running away fic ever coz we don't have enough of those
"This was, without a doubt," Regulus pants, glancing over his shoulder, "the stupidest thing you've ever done! And that's really saying something."
"This was also, without a doubt," Sirius says, glaring, "the best decision of my whole miserable life."
"We're gonna starve, you fucking idiot—!" Regulus says, smacking him on the back of his head. "We have nowhere to go."
Sirius freezes in his steps.
"Uncle Alphard?" he asks. Regulus smacks him again, and Sirius smacks him back.
"We can't go there, Sirius," Regulus says, wincing and rubbing his head. "Mother would know. She must already know, because it's the only place we could possibly go!"
There's silence for a second.
"Right. Lestrange isn't an option, neither is Dolohov," Sirius says, grimly. "Mulciber is a bitch, Avery's too thick to understand. Snape's probably homeless himself. What about you?"
"Barty's parents never leave him alone," Regulus clenches his jaw. "And Rosier would probably not be home. He's been sending me postcards from France."
"Fuck," Sirius scans where they're standing. "Andromeda hasn't talked to you since she ran, has she?"
"You think she'll talk to me before you?" Regulus scoffs. "She hasn't. And we can't live on the fucking streets, you know that."
"We have money," Sirius says.
"Yeah, but we would have to get it exchanged into muggle money, which, one, we don't know shit about. And two, we would have to walk straight into Gringotts. Anybody could see us."
Regulus tugs at his hair, always the one who worries more, always the one who gives up earlier.
"Well," Sirius, hedges, "if we could find an owl, we wouldn't need to go to Diagon Alley."
"Oh yes, of course," Regulus says, snidely. "All our problems are now completely solved! We just need a goddamn owl!"
The muggles walking past them give them strange looks, and Regulus lowers his tone.
"Look, Sirius," he says, fixing him with a determined expression. Sirius already hates where this is going. "You're sixteen, you're going to be out of Grimmauld in a year or two, anyway. And if you move out, I'll move with you. But we—we can't do anything except go back. It's cold. It's going to rain soon. We haven't eaten in a day."
Sirius stares at him, incredulous.
"If this is about your ego," Regulus starts, angrily, "then—"
"No!" Sirius interrupts, hotly. "Are you insane?! This is about our continued existence. She would kill us, if we went back! She's a fucking psycho! She was just about to curse the shit out of you, for no reason, which is literally why we ran—"
"I can take it," Regulus dismisses. "Besides, you ran out, and dragged me along."
Sirius gapes at him, unable to speak more.
"No," Sirius says, firmly, and looks straight at Regulus, because what he says now is what they do, this is final. "We're not going back."
Regulus's shoulders drop, defeated.
"Right," he mutters, and the sudden resignation that settles on his face, bitter and tired, makes Sirius think that sometimes, he's no better than his mother.
They stand silently, for a tense, uncomfortable moment.
Then, "I have an idea," Sirius says, because he does.
And it's a bad, bad one.
Of course, it's also the only one they have.
That, right then, that's when it starts raining.
Regulus scrambles for shade under the shed of the muggle shop closest to them.
Sirius braces himself, and raises his wand.
It's only a moment before the Knight Bus pops, loud and purple and sharply at contrast with the grey evening.
"Godric's Hollow," he says to the conductor, and hands him a handful of sickles. "And two hot chocolates."
They take a seat, and Regulus looks at him with a dubious expression.
"Godric's Hollow?" he pronounces, slowly. Sirius ignores him, grabbing the two mugs that the conductor gives them.
"Why are we going to Godric's Hollow?" Regulus insists, his teeth chattering in the cold. "Sirius? What the hell? We don't know anyone there."
He's right.
Sort of.
Sirius just hands Regulus the hot chocolate, refusing to answer.
"We're going to die," Regulus mumbles, gloomily. "We're really going to die."
"Shut it," Sirius says, and gives the conductor two sickles more for blankets. "You're not."
(-)
Sirius knows which house they have to go to, the moment he sees it.
It's big, bright, there's green grass surrounding it. It looks like one of those pictures in childrens' books, flowers and fences and whatnot.
It's barely drizzling by the time they reach.
Regulus had settled to just watching Sirius do whatever he wants to, but as soon as he starts walking towards the house, Regulus freezes in his tracks.
"I really need some information, right now," he says, quietly, wary eyes on the house. There's something beautiful about the whole scene, brick-red and cosy, and that's even more suspicious, isn't it.
They don't know anybody so warm.
"It's Potter's house," Sirius admits, finally. Regulus startles, whipping around to stare at him, absolutely shocked.
Anybody would be.
"Potter?" he hisses, like he's never heard the name before. "Potter?! What—! Sirius, he hates you! You hate him back! You hate each other!"
"I know," Sirius says, and rings the doorbell.
"Oh my god," Regulus breathes out, disbelieving. "You're mad. You're actually mad. We spent so much of our money to come here, Sirius. And when Potter, for obvious fucking reasons, turns us away, we won't even—"
The front door opens.
Regulus tugs at Sirius's sleeve.
"We can still run, come on, it won't be as embarrassing then," he says, frantic, "Even Alphard would be better than this. We could hide in his dungeon."
"Alphard has a dungeon?" Sirius asks, curiously, just as James Potter steps out.
He looks at them for a second, blankly, blinking behind thin-wired round frames. His hair is a mess, as usual, he's wearing actual pyjamas. And then, a moment later, his brain seems to catch up with him.
"What," James Potter says, bewildered. "What are you doing here—?"
"We need a place to stay," Sirius says, demands. Do the Potters rent out rooms to guests? That would make so much more sense. "For some days."
"Huh?" Potter's expression says that they do not, in fact, own a guest service. "Wha—?"
Sirius sighs, and pulls Regulus with him, again, not away from the house, like they should be going, but towards, and then he—then he just—
He walks inside Potter's house.
Just. Pushes past him, and walks in.
Like he owns it.
Regulus and Potter stare at each other, Regulus is horrified, Potter is confused.
"Thanks," Sirius's voice comes from inside.
"You're welcome," Potter mutters, automatically, before blinking dumbly, again, and going inside.
Regulus, reluctantly, ridiculously, follows him.
(-)
So.
Sirius has now, in a span of 24 hours, cussed out his mother, thrown cutlery at their father's head, forced his way into someone’s home, and clearly, he has no plans to leave.
James Potter is apparently, and bizarrely, completely okay with this.
"My parents won't be home until late evening," he says, uncertainly, in his own home, while Sirius sits on the couch, comfortable as all hell, reading the last edition of Witch Weekly. "We should eat something."
Yes! Regulus's stomach says.
"We can't cook," he says, aloud, apologetically. "We had elves."
"Well, we don't. And I can cook," Potter says, shrugging. "What would you like?"
What the fuck is even going on, Regulus thinks.
"I'll help," he says, instead. Potter just shrugs again.
(-)
"Why?" Regulus asks, as soon as they reach the kitchen, shutting the door behind him. It's not like the kitchen at Grimmauld. It has a muggle stove, and what Regulus is guessing, other muggle... devices.
"Why what?" Potter says, and the slight grin on his face tells Regulus that he knows exactly what he's talking about.
"Why—" Regulus huffs, "why're you doing all this?"
"I'm hungry," Potter says, with an infuriating smirk, as he opens the shelves, takes out a pan and some plates. "And my mum taught me well."
"You know that's not what I'm asking," Regulus says. "Why did you let us in? Why're you letting us—" stay.
If he is, that is.
"Actually you'll find that I did not, in fact, let you in," he replies, setting the pan on the flame and dropping a unnecessary amount of butter. It sizzles and melts, and Regulus can't bring himself to meet Potter's eyes. "That would imply you asked."
"Okay," Regulus huffs. "Why didn't you kick Sirius and me out then?"
Potter's expression flickers a little, and he looks away, absent-mindedly cutting the tomato he's got on the counter.
Regulus waits.
Chop chop chop.
"Well," James says, finally, quietly, eyes on the thin slices of tomato, "you can't quite say no to Sirius Black, can you?"
"You... could have," Regulus narrows his eyes.
Potter just shakes his head. "He's...he's—"
"Oh, god no," Regulus exhales, because no way. "Not you too."
"'Too?'" Potter repeats.
"You like Sirius, don't you?" Regulus asks, scoffing when Potter gives him a wide-eyed expression.
He's so painfully obvious.
Regulus doesn't want to interpret any of this. He goes on, anyway.
"You know he's using you, right?" he asks, quietly.
Chop chop chop chop.
"He doesn't know anything about that, Black," Potter says, eyes firmly on the pan, as he slides the onion and tomato slices off the board.
"Sirius," Regulus says, slowly, "always knows when someone likes him. He always, always knows what anybody feels about him. My brother's a lot of things, but oblivious or delusional he's not."
"Maybe I just don't mind the company, alright?" Potter replies, curt, and Regulus is just about to reply, when a sudden noise comes from outside, the thud of the door.
"James, honey?" says a woman's voice, sounding mildly confused.
round and about i have seen people asking for/reccing j/s fics and since i have a whole folder of disorganised j/s links i thought it would be a good idea to compile a load of my favourites & ones which contain crucial irreplaceable elements of j/s and share them for The Optimum J/S Experience or something idk you should just read these
bold = favourites, italics = formative/nostalgic,
there is also way more j/s Out There,(although some of my faves are m.i.a) so follow a few links on some journals and suddenly you’ll be five years older, i think thats what happened to me tbh. have a whale of a time and use and abuse my askbox to your hearts content while doing so. quote stuff at me, i’ll quote stuff back, it’s gonna be a nice time
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no home here / can’t tell you anything / nothing happens / of nothing in particular by kabeyk
xx (not a love story) / chrysalis / in half, in half (if we live to see the other side of this) / anything but temptation (epilogue) / by gunsandbutter (livejournal / ao3)
like a religion / run and hide your crazy and start acting like a lady / got warrants in every city except houston but i still ain’t losin / the world made up the way you want it / go home and save what little you have (do you know how to stop disaster?) by lenoremccoy (tumblr / james x sirius drabble blog)
truth from the rain / lie here with me (and just forget the world) / the butterfly / the constricts of a city / let go by forgottnsuitcase/produttore
lust for life / in a little while by misangi
your day in one (this day undone) / here is the house by madeofsequins
half the perfect world / days that are over by sazzlette
with no spine in tact / as lovers go / maybe even tomorrow by xylodemon
summer skin / in dark waters by pansydarkbloom
just like breathing / life is by petulantgod (prettyclever)
napoleon in three acts / steal me by snegurochka (livejournal / ao3)
coming out by eumenides
what you left behind / fields of gold by jezzabe
ceaselessly into the past (great gatsby au) by yeats
laurels for the tide by imochan
picking up the pieces by tragicamente
linger on, your pale blue eyes by bemire
pioneers by inveracities (ao3 / tumblr)
heat wave by pauraque (livejournal / ao3)
remember this by bedlamsbard
lights were paling one by one: part i / ii / iii by forsakenphoenix
got to be goodlooking cos he’s hard to see by wwmrsweasleydo
basically perfect by supergrover24
five times james asked and one time he answered by lionheartland
solidarity by sarvihaara
brother by huldrejentr
a summer song by her_rebeccaness
trusting is free by thysanotus
glamour by tarie
he wants him by soap1
heavy by evil-irish-wolf
sleep by duva
dear sirius by fictionalcandie (ao3) and duva, these golden beacons (i see nothing but black) / let’s roll onto something new / pick you up / shine / in your hands i own you / lips of an angel / (finally) in perfect clarity / crescendo / definitely not chicken soup (group therapy for the soul) / what a mate does / little moments / of observation and revelation by fictionalcandie (tumblr) ( i know everyone will have read these but they are fun and balance all the angst which was so refreshing when i first read j/s so i couldn’t not include them)
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(seriously come talk to me abt what u read or give me recs or ask me to narrow it down into happy ending/aus/afterlife fics/fucking whatever just pls give me j/s interaction i am more committed to this list than my degree)
fucks me up that by total coincidence the sun and moon's size difference is exactly matched to their difference in distance from us, thus making our beautiful total solar eclipses where you can see the silver threads of the sun's corona possible because the moon just covers the sun completely
The stars (literally) aligned just right for this experience to be possible. It's likely that aliens don't have this
The moon is also absolutely gargantuan by moon standards. It isn't the largest moon in the solar system, but it is BY FAR the largest in comparison with its planet. Ganymede is the largest satellite of Jupiter and the largest moon in the solar system. Its diameter is only about 3.8% of Jupiter's. Titan's radius is 4.4% of Saturn's. Callisto and Io are the next largest in the neighborhood, with 3.4% and 2.6% the diameter of Jupiter respectively.
Our moon is number 5. It is smaller in direct comparison to the above moons. The diameter of the moon is 3475 km. That is a full 27% of the diameter of the Earth. More than a quarter. That's ridiculous. It's unheard of. The universe is large enough that the word unique probably doesn't mean a lot, but this might be about as close as you get.
This has had a huge impact on our planet. Other things aliens might not have are significant tides. One of Mars's dumpy little potatoes wouldn't be able to move oceans the way our moon does.
Our moon has also stabilized our axis to a massive degree. Without her up there our axis would wobble all over the place and our climate would be far more chaotic. Aliens might not be quite so lucky.
I guess what I am really trying to say is that the moon is extremely cool. I like the moon.
Just want to add that the reason we have such a large moon is because a whole planet crashed into proto-Earth. Theia (the planet) and Earth got so superheated by this collision that their component cores fused and the impact jettisoned a lot of material into space. That massive amount of jettisoned material became our moon. So Earth and the moon have very similar composition. This does not seem to be a common method of lunar formation.
I got a serious beef with the Fermi paradox. There is no Fermi paradox. There stopped being a Fermi paradox once the first radio telescopes went up, and we began to get a true sense of the sheer scale of the universe.
Space is big, empty, and loud. Sunspots can cause enough interference to affect global communications. We’re not even loud enough to talk over our own sun. On our own planet. We can barely communicate with Voyager, and we know exactly where it is and what its signal sounds like.
The Fermi paradox is like doubting the existence of Belfast, because you stood on a windy New York beach shouting towards it and didn’t get an answer.
The Moon is definitely, absolutely CRUCIAL for the existence of life on Earth because from calculations and theories, scientists say that Mars has literally FLIPPED it's axis by 90 degrees at least twice which destroyed any habitable conditions
For the past few days i've been constantly thinking about this au
Wizard!Sirius and muggle!James
That's it literally
It's just so interesting thinking how different their lives would be. What would change and what would stay the same.
So like they meet while still in school but during the summer break. And it's just a coincidence. But like they instantly are interested in each other and spend all summer together andJames of course would immediately realize that Sirius is wizard.
Them meeting while still in school and james immediately realizing that Sirius is a wizard and them still creating mirrors as in canon so they could talk at any moment even while Sirius is in Hogwarts and James is finishing muggle school. And them constantly talking about magic and science and coming up with millions of ideas
give me sirius gently taking james' glasses off for him when the latter falls asleep studying. the two of them staying up all night to whisper in the dark, exchanging secrets, dreams, and lifelong promises. a shared tendency to hold on to one another as they fall over laughing; foreheads knocking into shoulders, eyes bright and ecstatic. james' fingertips brushing across sirius' knuckles as they pass notes under the table in class. sharing blankets and body heat in the winter, nestling close to preserve warmth beside the fireplace.
give me sirius noticing the flecks of colour in james' eyes mid-argument and forgetting why he's annoyed. james tracing intricate patterns on the back of sirius' hands with a quill in the library. noses bumping against cheekbones as one leans in to make a snarky comment in the other's ear, and slow, secretive smiles across the room during detentions. sharing bites of food from the same plate, fitting into each others' clothes.
james bending close to blow a stray eyelash off sirius' face, then flushing with embarrassment at finding their mouths so close together. a moment of hesitation before drawing back, and sirius' longing expression as he catches sight of james' lips - the kiss that almost happens, but never does.
ok ur couple loves each other but do they even like each other. do they get up to mischief are they little schemers together do they whisper to each other in cahoots. are they sick in the head. do other ppl think they're bad separately but 4x as worse if they're in the same room. do u know something is up if one of them is sat there by themselves laughing and the other has disappeared mysteriously. if your couple isnt giggle whispering bc of some dark jokes that theyre telling one another, theyre boring and im not interested in that romance
I can’t decide if it annoys me more when Sirius is characterized as super flirty or as super friendly like the only Sirius Black I’m here for is the one that is extremely unapproachable because he’s so fucking cool and handsome and the only person who is ever worthy of a wink is James Potter
i mean each to their own but i really don’t understand this perception of james as a cold and brooding pureblood. we’ve seen his capacity for cruelty, yes, but we’ve also seen him brandishing an invisible sword and proclaiming the gryffindor motto, scribbling the initials of his crush on an exam paper, messing up his hair to impress a girl, referring to lycanthropy as a “furry little problem” etc. i guess he’ll always be a dork to me. he had his moments, of course–the boy was spoiled, coddled, he lacked impulse control, didn’t think things through–but i’m just not down for this characterisation of him as sneering and cynical. i’m not. and here’s the main reason why. sirius. because sirius WAS that guy. sirius was the lip-curling, supercilious pureblood. sirius didn’t give a fuck. UNTIL JAMES. there were a lot of ways in which these two were one in the same, but this inexorable attitude is just not one of them. because as far as i can tell, sirius saw a light in james. saw something separate from his pernicious pureblood world. saw something worth saying no to slytherin. if james had been as cold as people paint him, how the fuck would he ever have dragged sirius out of that dark?
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