#i'm...sorry?

Okay here's the deal—I won't do anything terribly exciting pre-[spooks] because that story is planned out to the paragraph and I want to reserve the right to be able to change anything in the past that I need to before I finish publishing it, BUT, I'll do a small little sad thing for it and a more exciting one for amicus, if that's okay by you, anon!

(Also, whiplash warning for MAJOR mood shifts from one to the next lol)

[spooks]

He laid there, miserably awake, for long enough that he'd expected his limbs to dissolve into nothingness and force him into sleep, but they hadn't; the same charley horse that he'd been getting since he was eight still threatening his left calf, as if it wasn't aware that it was expected to cease existing when Remus' mother had done so.

There wasn't much to look at by way of his room, his parents had slowly been making their way through renovations of their house, and if he was being fully honest with himself—which he bitterly noted was a habit of his mother's doing, evaluating all of the deep dark corners of his mind to see what lurked therein—he didn't really care to see much of anything at the moment, so he supposed it was a good thing.

The idea of enlisting had crept into his mind slowly over the past month, trickling in as he was about to drift off into uneasy sleep but lingering, a looming deadline, an inevitability, when he woke. It was hard enough to convince his mind to relinquish the idea, let alone to convince himself that it wasn't his destiny, in some warped, vengeful, sort of way.

amicus curiae (spoilers! guess who's showing up!)

"Shh," James insisted, curling into his covers and pulling Regulus closer to him, "we have to keep it down. The walls aren't that thin."

Regulus raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Sirius sleeps like the dead, he's not going to hear us. Besides, it's not my fault you made too much noise when I climbed in here," he whispered, the corner of his mouth tugging up into a mischievous grin as he nestled his head into James' chest.

To his credit, James' level of indignation didn't translate over to a volume increase. "Not your—you ambushed me for cuddles at half-past three! Forgive me if I thought you were an intruder."

Oliver...

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Fandom: Supernatural

Characters: Sam Winchester, Jack Kline

Word Count: 969

His eyes fill with tears all of a sudden. It happens on occasion, when he realizes his mortality and his cheerful stoicism dissolves.

In his moment of vulnerability, he holds his arms out wordlessly for Sam.