#James is happy sleep

[mlattegirl]

My new headcannon is that James talks in his sleep and that’s how everyone finds out he’s dating Regulus.

It starts with Remus and his wolf hearing when James is napping and Remus is in the bathroom.

Lily, Mary and Marlene find out together when James falls asleep while playing cards with them in the common room. He wakes up to Mary laughing and Marlene passing Lily a couple galleons - they don’t tell him why.

Then it’s Pete, who got up in the middle of the night for a glass of water and comes back to James curled around a pillow mumbling something that sounds a lot like Reggie please. He casts a silencing spell and draw his curtains.

Sirius is the last because he sleeps like the dead and James is always up before him. But Sirius has a nightmare the night after a full so he has to crawl into bed with James. After hearing James say “Reg baby right like that” in his ear, he realizes there are worse things than nightmares about Walburga.

[ashortdropandasuddenstop]

Homelander was relieved that the matter had been handled with, or at least partly. There was still the ancient vampire to take care of, but at least the team wasn’t at each others throats anymore. He was glad things resolved fairly quickly and that everyone was on board with the curfew and carrying the silver. It would be a peace of mind at least for the moment until they came up with a plan.

The fact that Norrington was at ease in Homelander’s apartment wasn’t missed on the Supe. Ever since their…first time, the vamp had practically moved in. It was something that had never been openly discussed, though it felt unnecessary. After all, Norrington had his freedom to come and go as he pleased, it was purely choice that he chose to remain at Homelander’s side, and the blonde had no issue with that.

Homelander turned his head to look at Norrington as the man lay down next to him, raising a brow at the comment. “Good thing you’ve moved in then, hm?” The Supe said with a smirk, brows furrowing slightly at Norrington blushing. It was clear he had something important to ask. The vamp had Homelander’s complete and undivided attention.

The question did earn a soft chuckle from the Supe. “We’ve had sex how many times now, and you’re nervous asking if we can sleep together?” Homelander asked, shaking his head as he pulled Norrington closer, allowing the man to lay on him. He leaned in and kissed Norrington softly for a moment. This probably being one of the most tender moments the two have shared. Easing back, the blonde smiled. “You’re an odd one, James. Don’t ever change.” He whispered, getting settled with a protective arm around the vamp. “C’mon, get some sleep. It’s way past your bedtime.” He couldn’t help but tease, letting out a deep breath as his own eyes closed. Homelander couldn’t remember the last time he actually slept. He wasn’t sure if he even could, but he would try.

Norrington accepted Homelander's teasing with a soft chuckle, their playful banter feeling oddly comforting. He gladly nestled closer to the Supe, allowing himself to be drawn into the kiss, savoring the tender moment. It was indeed one of their more intimate and affectionate exchanges, a stark contrast to the intense encounters they started with. James wasnt going to complain

As Homelander held him protectively and made the light-hearted comment about his bedtime, Norrington felt a warmth spread through him. It was a strange and unfamiliar sensation, the kind he had rarely experienced in his long undead life. He returned Homelander's sentiment with a gentle smile. "Well I haven't in centuries, I hardly plan on starting now," he teased.

His head rested gently on Homelander's chest, and he allowed himself to relax completely in his lover's embrace. His fingers traced delicate patterns over the strong chest beneath his hand, and a serene smile graced his lips as he found comfort in the peaceful darkness of the room. "Mm now that... is an order I'm more than happy to obey.. " he murmurs.

Within moments, Norrington had fallen asleep, his body relaxed and content as he cuddled close to his lover. But as he drifted into slumber, his movements stilled, and the illusion of life faded away.

Once asleep, Norrington's body appeared lifeless, mirroring the state of rest that vampires experienced during daylight hours. No breath, no heartbeat, nothing to betray his true nature. Only Homelander knew the secret of his undead existence. And even in this state, his face displayed an almost serene smile, as if he could still feel that deep connection and affection that bound him to Homelander beyond the veil of undeath.

Norrington remained in that peaceful slumber through the meat of the day. He would not wake before Homelander, allowing the Supe the undisturbed rest he wanted, but also meant he would be left alone with his thoughts upon waking.

The Deep stumbled forward, his legs giving way beneath him as he crashed to his knees before Homelander, gasping for breath and clutching at his throat. Panic etched across the fishy hero's face as he frantically tried to convey the horror he had just endured. His voice trembled as he managed to choke out the words, "Homelander, your stupid vampire attacked me again and this time he got me!"

@hom3land3r

[kitsunesakii]

Printer issues

Chapter 1

(A conversation between Sasha and Micheal before the siege of Jane Prentiss)

Sasha stared as the printer sputtered and grunted. A pause, another sound before silence. She grumbled and hit the roof of the printer a second time. Nothing. A small mechanical shutter and then nothing. Sasha let out an exasperated sigh and sat back. It was unbelievable that she could hack into anything Jon asked her to, but she was thwarted by a damn printer. She considered bugging Elias about it but she wasn't in the mood to deal with him. If she wanted the details to the statement printed, she'd have to use the printer at the desk to artifact storage.

Just lovely.

Sasha dragged her hands through her hair as she made her way to the other end of the Institute. She didn't have to pretend she enjoyed the place. It wasn't... Natural. She had figured out that much. And not just because of the worm infestation gathering outside the walls of the Institute. She had felt it before as well. She sensed it when they had followed up on statements only to find the person dead or missed. She had noticed it when at her desk and it felt like a thousand eyes staring daggers into the back of her head. And she noticed it now as she sat behind the Artifact storage reception desk and logged in, praying desperately that the printer would connect and behave in a timely manner.

The printer made a small wine and a short compliant huff before a paper started feeding through. Sasha dared to breathe. The paper pushed its way through and the printer made a delighted chime. She frowned. The printer paper, which should have printed out an information sheet about a drug company in relation to a health crisis, was instead a mess of colors and patterns, Sasha found it was hard to look at after a while.

Just. Bloody. Lovely.

She didn't have time to think before laughter ricocheted off of the wall and shattered through her mind. Micheal. Lord, she really needed to get paid more.

Sasha forced herself to at least try and stay calm.

"Hello again, Archivist Assistant, what leads you down here to such a place?"

She eye'd him carefully. The last interaction had left her compromised and almost dead in a graveyard and while she was safely within the Institute, she doubted that would actually be a genuine factor against him.

"The printer wasn't working." She answered rather dumbly.

He giggled and walked forward, picking up the headache of colors splattered over the paper and looking it over. "It doesn't seem broken to me." He laughed again and she felt it in her bones.

She shook her head and swallowed. "No- not this one, the one upstairs."

"Ah yes, well that one has never seemed to work." He giggled again and she managed a small frown.

What would he know about the institute's printer? She thought it was best not to ask. Instead she carefully moved towards the computer and gestured at the screen. "That's why I'm opting to use this one."

"You should try again then." His hair washed over his jaw and his shoulder as he tipped his head. His grin spreading further than the confines of his face.

Right. Sasha clicked print and watched the printer go through the motions of odd sounds before spitting out yet another distorted array of colors and shapes. Maybe she'd just be better off telling Jon he wasn't getting a paper version. Surely she could just email the details to him?

Micheal's laughter reverberated through the room as he leaned against the counter, holding his face in too long fingers.

"My, my, Assistant, whatever are you printing?"

Sasha let out a half hearted chuckle. It was too late into the day to have to deal with this. She ignored his question. "Yeah, obviously this isn't working."

"Giving up already? Oh Assistant, come on, give it another try." His smile was all teeth.

"It's Sasha." She said, rubbing her forehead.

"The printer has a name?"

"No, Micheal, my name. My name is Sasha."

He laughed again, his form spreading out like smoke before reflecting colors like glass, just transparent enough to see through whilst also noticing your reflection.

"So you say, will you try again?"

"Yes cause I'm sure it'll work better than the first two times."

"Sasha?"

She snapped her head in the direction of the voice, seeing Sally walking towards her with a concerned expression and carrying a stack of books.

"Who are you talking to?"

Sasha turned back to where Micheal was standing, except Micheal was gone and the door he had come from no longer seemed to exist. Of course.

"Oh um, no one, just talking to myself."

Sally didn't press the matter, instead disappearing down an adjacent hall. Sasha scowled and tried pressing print again, almost crying with relief as the document finally printed. Sasha quickly grabbed it and went to walk away before glancing back at the tray. Back at the two distorted pages. She grabbed those as well, folding them up and tucking them into her purse.

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"Thank you, Sasha, I'll have Martin look into the drug company's representative tomorrow."

"Great, just don't ask me to print out anything in the future, I've had quite enough to last me for a while."

Jon gave her a quizzical expression and Sasha let out a belated sigh.

"Nevermind, I'm headed home. Don't forget to feed yourself, Jon."

He muttered some backhanded response and she headed for home.

Sasha tossed her purse on the kitchen counter and started brewing a cup of tea. She spent most of the evening getting out of work mode and into comfier attire. Finally pulling out the distorted papers from her bag and looking them over. The colors were...pretty. For lack of a better word. Oddly distracting, mildly disorienting, but pretty nonetheless. She hummed and taped them to her fridge. A bit of eye-catching decoration never hurt anyone.

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[lulublack90]

Prompt 30 - Sleep

This is the final part. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed it.

@jegulus-microfic November 30, Word count 273

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James had been beyond happy with the tattoo. It looked amazing. He’d stood beside the original painting when it had first been done and compared them. It was perfect. He knew Mary wouldn’t let him down when he’d asked her to do it. Even Sirius had been impressed after poking it and making James yelp in pain. 

“You absolute twat!” He’d shouted at his best friend as he chased him around the flat. Remus had finally stepped in when James had picked Sirius up and tried to open the balcony door. 

That had been nearly a year ago now, and he was still glad every time he saw his tattoo that he’d got it done.

Regulus had never moved back into his own room, and they’d just celebrated their first year anniversary. Regulus had baked all James’s favourite goodies while James made Regulus's favourite lasagne. Sirius had barged in and congratulated them and then promptly been removed by Remus, who apologised for losing track of Sirius and taken him back to their flat to much grumbling and grousing. 

But right now he and Regulus were curled up together in their bed. Sleep had already claimed Regulus and James was well on his way to joining him, but he couldn’t help smiling fondly down at his boyfriend as he thought how funny it was that all this had started because he’d somehow ended up in the art block and spotted a banana. 

He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss on Regulus’s forehead and snuggled down, falling asleep to the sound of Regulus’s gentle breathing and feeling like the luckiest man in the world.   

[daysofnights]

smth smth sirius fucking james when he comes home after a night with a girl

[weepingbarbarianfury]

"no, little archival assistant! don't look at the table!"

Oh mein gott! zis table is full of-- wait... Jon! Jon, I think there's someone here.

Hello?

I see you!

Show yourself!

[cheeseknives]

Yes....

...why are you looking at me like that though...

[allmyandroids]

Dutra cake appreciation post 🍑

[strawberriesinmoominvalley]

no this is a mistake. you already brought one f2 driver up too early. why would you do that to another?

[unnecessarilygrandiose]

the thing is i want to take silver for his word and believe that flint got to spend his life even in imprisonment with one of his loves but also believing that is somehow as offputting to me as believing that silver killed him. or a secret third thing, that he managed to send him to that camp thing but thomas wasn't there, and flint lost all the fight that was left in him after being removed from the one thing he knew by the last person he called a friend. but the thing is, no single option is so convincing as to let me make peace with it and i'm thinking i'll have to accept both him being dead and alive at once.

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

Me as I catch up on the latest chapters of for the nights and days of life writing essay length comments about how Tsantu should have gotten the death penalty actually and cancel culture isn't going far enough and how can he be an ambassador when if he was on Earth after this he wouldn't be allowed within 300 feet of schools.

@mochalottie I now have a bone to pick with u and I've gotten carried away. These are not the notes these are bonus notes of melatonin fueled incredulity.

[james-stark-the-writer]

bought and started playing Cloudpunk because i wanted to watch a video essay on it and honestly, from the video title and based on the person that made the video, i don't know what i was expecting the game to be but i don't know why i didn't expect it to be a "existential dread under capitalism" simulator, this is simply too fucking much. like the game (so far) has some really good fucking writing and really good fucking pacing and really good fucking voice acting and a gorgeous world and great design and aesthetics but like my brain is simply shutting off trying to think about the implications like it's too much. talked to Teko and my brain just switched off trying to think about the implications. talked to Eveline and my brain started to think about the implications and i completely zoned out (not really but my brain was almost static at that point although i clapped when she said "don't tell me how to label myself"). rn i'm only a few deliveries in, i just gave Never-Slow Joe his drive converter and the moral dilemma the game presented was simply too much so i am. done for the day. that is a problem for another day.

[kairospy]

Wait 👀 I thought I knew canon Reg pretty good, how do we know about him being slightly shorter than Slughorn?

I ADORE your posts!!! You’re saying everything I’ve been too shy to say. Thank you thank you thank you!

hi!!

You know that horrible, terrible, nightmare-inducing pic of Regulus from the movies?

The actor that played Slughorn (Jim Broadbent) is 1'88 cm, so roughly 6'2, and in that photograph they're standing side by side and Regulus doesn't look much shorter than 2 inches (~5 cm) at most.

I'm grasping at straws here, honestly, but everyone in the Black family is described as tall (Bellatrix is literally around 6 ft, and so is Sirius in the books), so Regulus being tiny would make no sense

And thank you so much!! I've honestly just reached a limit, seeing people speak of his character like he'd be someone with social anxiety and fear of setting boundaries and nonsense of the sort. It's true he's 90% fanon made, but let's at least be honest and not project this much -- it wouldn't fit at all into the context we have of the Black family (and what little we know of Regulus from canon)

[caruliaa]

OMG IM SO MAD. literally put your birthday in my calendar to remind myself to send an ask BUT I THOUGHT IT WAS TOMORROW. wahhh whatever HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!! so glad i saw your silly galavant posts & started talking to you!!!!!!!!!! hope it was a great one love you!!!!! 🥳🎉🪅🎊🔥 <- oh god party got too excited there's a fire 📞☎️🚒👩‍🚒👍 thank god the firemen came. party saved

ITS OKAY DW i get tht lol i mean. i literally have done tht with my dads birthday before multiple times where i thought it was the day after it actually is so like i get tht lmao 😭 and TYSMM YOU WONDERFUL PERSON JAMESS ILUU im so glad u say my galavant sillies and we became friends you are such a lovely friend and im so glad to know you !!!!! :3 and thank u to the firemen for saving the party now we can bring out the cake 🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰 <- no candles due to the advice of the firemen

[smolvenger]

Me Every time despite my tags a W*ll R*nsome gif pops up unfiltered on my Tumblr dash in a positive way or shows something about him and C*ra’s “love story”🤢🤮

[thedevilsrain]

this is literally adorable. cmon